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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 9 months

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Vampire girlfriend

Summary: You're a vampire, you're in the avengers compound as a villain prisoner, luckily you have someone to keep you company, Wanda is completely infatuated by you and you just can't deny her, especially her delicious blood

Words: 1,525

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, blood drinking, Wanda being protective, Nat being a bit of a bitch tbh, innuendos, mention of smut lmk if I missed anything

A/N: I wrote this in half an hour because why not? I guess

A/N: This Wanda is age of ultra Wanda so like emo dirtbag Wanda with slight anger issues

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"Y/n? Where are you?" Wanda snuck into your room after hours so no one could see, with you being a prisoner and all Tony wasn't keen on Wanda coming to see you, but that didn't stop the witch

"Why are the lights off?"

A pair of hands wound themselves around her body from behind and pulled her back into them "hey gorgeous girl, did you sneak away to come and see me again?" Your voice was low and close to her ear giving it a nip that surprised her

"I missed you" she whispered letting herself relax into your arms "I know honey I know, a shame Tony was being a dick and wouldn't let you see me today, I wore something I wanted you to see" Wanda spun around in your hold kissing you softly not wanting to do more since the guards were doing their rounds and you were both sure they wouldn't want to hear any noises coming from down here

"What did you wear?" You were in your pyjamas now so she was sure you weren't talking about them, but she thought you looked sexy in anything so it didn't matter.

"Something red, something skimpy, something that shows off the marks you left on my thighs when I pounded so hard into you and you needed something to hold onto"

Wanda's hands gripped your shoulders, there was a small light that showed your face holding a smirk and your eyes on her neck "can I have a drink?" You asked and Wanda nodded "please, my neck has been tingling all day for you"

You laughed "awh honey don't worry I'll take care of your tingles" you lent down to her neck kissing and licking the two bites marks already there "don't tease" she breathed out and you chuckled "I'll tease you as much as I want detka, you have no power over me here"

Without another word your fangs pierced her skin sucking the sweet sweet blood from her neck feeling it go down smooth down your throat

"Fuck, hold on Y/n too much" Wanda weakly tried pushing you away but you growled holding her tighter refusing to let go, when you did finally stop Wanda was nearly limp in your hold "sorry baby I got carried away" you whispered leading her to the bed and laying her down grabbing the covers to warm her cold back up

"C-cold" she groaned and you kissed her forehead "rest princess, thank you for letting me drink from you"

She hummed in response pulling the blanket close to her body "its kay"

You lay down with her pulling her close kissing her shoulder "ty moya navsegda krasivaya devushka"

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"......You went to see her again didn't you?" The team were in a meeting the next morning but Wanda wasn't paying attention, not really, she just kept thinking of when she'd go and see you again

"Don't start Nat, you don't know her like I do" she snapped back at the redhead in a whisper "Wanda I'm just concerned, she's a dangerous vampire and a known manipulator, she could be in your mind"

Wanda couldn't help but let out a laugh earning a glare from Steve to which she apologised looking back at Nat "I'm a powerful witch Nat, if anything I'm in her mind and her mind is a wonderful, erotic place"

Nat dropped it and both women carried on with the meeting but of course Wanda wasn't listening, she was just so excited to go back to you

"....and the vampire will accompany us but we need a volunteer to escort her" Wanda was too late listening when she realised what Steve said, she put her hand up but another shot up first, Nat, why did she want to take you on the mission?

"Thank you Nat for volunteering, here's hoping it all goes well, you can go down after the meeting to tell her about the mission"

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You had your eyes closed enjoying the silence until your door slammed open jumping you awake seeing Wanda storm in looking angry, you did like an angry Wanda "I hate her so much!"

She sat down on the bed closing her eyes and trying to calm down, you were very intrigued "are you okay moya krasavitsa?"

She sat up suddenly and straddled you kissing you hard, not that you were complaining at all, every time she was angry you reaped the rewards and it was always amazing

The door opened and your least favourite person interrupted you "Natalia, if you interrupt us again I'll tear you limb from limb and enjoy every fucking second of it" you growled out letting Wanda get up from your lap aiming at Nat

"Why did you accept it?"

Oh? Was she mad at her best friend? Interesting

Nat crossed her arms "Wanda you can't at this point be trusted to take Y/n on a mission while you're being intimate with her"

You sat up really interested in the conversation for once "I'm going on a mission? Great! I need to get out of this room"

"We're going back to where we found you, your friends are getting taken in and you need to help us get them"

You rolled your eyes "you know they've moved now right? you guys are so stupid" your hand found Wanda's bringing her back close to you kissing her neck to calm her down "so why aren't you escorting me on this avenger suicide mission my love?"

Wanda let out a sigh enjoying the feeling of your lips "because Nat put her hand up first" you chuckled "does Nat think she can handle me? I don't think she can, can she honey?"

The assassin scoffed "you're not scary Y/n, we caught you pretty easily"

You looked up from Wanda's neck staring at Nat "did you? Or did I want to be caught so I could spend time with the hottest witch I've ever seen in my life and death?" You nuzzled Wanda's neck making her giggle and pull you into a hug "you're so fucking cute princess, you should move into my room, I could have you whenever I wanted then"

Wanda's eyes lit up "yes! I really want that, Vision keeps trying to get my attention and I just want to stay here with you"

You bristled at the name of Vision, that stupid robot better stay away from your girl "I'll crush his robot parts if he touches you"

Nat huffed breaking the weird conversation you two were having "well this is lovely but Wanda isn't staying in this room, I don't want to come in one morning and see her throat ripped out because you're an animal-

You were across the room in seconds wrapping your hand around Nat's throat pressing her against the wall "don't you fucking dare call me an animal!"

Nat laughed "did I hit a nerve? You're the worst type of animal and I can't wait until I put a bullet in your head"

You laughed "bullets don't hurt me Nat you know that"

"I have a special bullet for you" she winked and your smile dropped

You let her neck go stepping back "you're kidding"

She shook her head "you start anything with me and I won't hesitate to shoot you with it"

You were both locked in an intense eye contact until Wanda stepped in "Nat can you just let me have 5 minutes before you do the stupid briefing?"

Nat agreed leaving you and her alone "what bullet is she talking about babe?" Her arms wrapped around your midsection kissing your cheek to bring you back to her "Y/n?"

You shook your head looking down at Wanda and smiling "don't worry about anything Wands, she wouldn't dare use a silver bullet on me"

Wanda was confused "a silver bullet? I thought they were just for werewolves?"

Shaking your head you kissed her softly "so cute, no they can be used for every supernatural creature and person, but she won't use it, she'll have to deal with you then won't she?"

Wanda nodded her head "yeah! But she won't hurt you baby, I won't let anyone hurt you"

"Thank you my love, are you staying again tonight?"

Wanda looked down unsure of her answer "I don't know, Tony might get suspicious"

you pouted "but I get lonely in here Wanda and I really enjoyed having you here last night, I had a delicious midnight snack, come on just stay here, you can go early in the morning before anyone wakes up"

You knew it didn't take much convincing to make Wanda stay, she was so devoted to you "what do you say?"

Wanda nodded "okay"

"That's a good girl, now go and get your sleepwear while I listen to the angry assassin for a few minutes" you kissed her quick and spun her around to the door giving her ass a smack

"Hey! Baby you said you wouldn't do that suddenly"

You shrugged "I can't help it your ass is just so perfect"

Wanda left and Nat walked in right after slamming the door, you didn't react instead just sitting on your bed watching her

"Shall we begin Natty?"

#marvel #wanda maximoff #mcu #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff #marvel au #marvel imagine #vampire!reader x wanda maximoff #vampire!reader #vampire!y/n x wanda

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ravenromanova · 7 months

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Milaya Devushka (sweet girl)

Pairings: Bucky x Female reader x Wanda

Warnings: SMUT!!! DO NOT READ IF YOUR UNDER 18+! porn with plot, Daddy kink, Mommy kink, Slight metal arm kink, Oral ( m to f and f to f), unprotected sex, slight manipulation, DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE! use of russian nicknames, established relationship between bucky and reader, reader has similar powers to wanda.

Summary: A little witch has been using her magic to put thoughts into yours and Bucky’s head.

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Your skin was hot, you couldn’t breathe, your body felt like it was on fire.

Wanda was on top of you with Bucky in between your thighs. She was riding your face as he played with your pussy. What you felt was electric it felt like nothing you’ve ever known before.

But of course right as the dream was getting good you jumped awake in a sweat. Once you calmed down you rolled over and kissed your sweet boyfriend awake. He groaned as you peppered his face with kisses. Bucky was quick to roll over and pull you in by your waist and you giggled in response.

“Mornin’ doll” His voice was gravely as he finally spoke. Your hands found their way to his stubbled cheeks as you continued your attack on his face.

“Morning Jamie” You spike softly as you admired the super solider laying next to you. The two of you spent a few more minutes in your cocoon before begrudgingly getting up to start the day. After you did your morning routine you walked into the kitchen of the compound to make some coffee.

You were finishing up in the kitchen when Wanda walked in very perky. “Morning y/n” She said as she went to find something to eat.

“Morning witchy, Whatcha up to today?” You asked the younger avenger and she blushed at the nickname.

“I was just planning on training today, why what’s up?” Your brain went fuzzy as she talked. Suddenly your mind was filled with thoughts of her lips all over you. You shook your head to get the thoughts out before finding the words to respond.

“Oh i was just wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me and Bucky later” Your question made Wanda’s already happy smile grow bigger.

“I would love to!!” She responded excitedly before she was she had to go or else Nat would beat her ass. You chuckled softly as the witch ran away but you were quickly distracted once you felt a hair of hands on your waist.

“Hi my love” You say happily as you hand him his coffee. He takes the coffee and then kissed your cheek before sitting down at the island with you. The two of you discuss your day and you mentioned that Wanda was going to join you for movie night.

“So does this mean we are finally going to start with our plan?” He asks wiggling his eyebrows. And you shook your head and took his hand to finish the plan. You and Bucky had been crushing on the witch ever since you met her. She had helped Steve save you and Bucky from hydra. You and him were partners in hydra and they had used you to keep him in check. They had also given you similar powers to Wanda, you were able to move things with your mind, see and hear people’s thoughts along with having a small dose of the serum.

After the team had saved the two of you and everything had settled down the three of you got really close. All three of you experienced similar trauma, you and wanda had similar powers, and few and Bucky had the whole tortured soul thing they shared. It was a fast and sudden connection the two of you had to Wanda. So after a few months of mutual pining from the three of you you and Bucky came up with a plan to seduce Wanda.

The plan has started with just some casual flirting along with some gentle touches from you two to Wanda. And once you saw her reactions to that you started asking her to hang out more. But then one day during training you heard Wanda’s thoughts. ‘Step one complete’ the young witch thigh to herself and then you saw Bucky bright red with a tent in his pants avoiding her gaze.

That’s when it clicked, she was the reason for your less than PG thoughts about her. So after that discovery you and him had a very long conversation on how to trick the witch into thinking all of this was her idea. Luckily for you two she was so easily manipulated ask it took was some ‘accidental’ touches, small gestures and sweet complements and she was putty in your hands.

But she still thought she was the one manipulating you two. Wanda had continued to insert herself in your dreams and thoughts. She walked around the compound for weeks thinking her plan was working.

Fast forward to the present where you and Bucky were adding the finishing touches to your plan. Movie night was the last step. You two had picked out some of Wanda’s favorite snacks, movies and drinks before setting up a fort in your room. You had told Wanda to meet you in your room around 7 and just like the good girl she is she was right on time.

Bucky had gotten off the bed and opened the door revealing the cutest witch in her hoodie and shorts. “Hi milaya devushka” he greeted as he took her hand and led her to the bed where you were.

“H-Hi” The redhead blushed at the name as she settled down next to you. Your heart swelled at her shyness as she got sandwiched in between you and Bucky. She look around and saw the setup you and him and made and you saw her green eyes light up.

“Did you two do this for me?” She asked as her heart was filled with ash much happiness and love.

“We did moya lyubov” You replied softly as you placed a hand on her thigh. You could see her breath get caught in her throat as you touched her as well as hearing her thoughts. Wanda became even more flustered at the name you gave her.

“This is so sweet thank you lyubovs” Wandas voice came out breathless as she looked in between you and the solider. Bucky ever so slyly put his metal hand on her other thigh to test her reaction. And luckily for you two it was very clear she wanted you two as bad as you wanted her.

“Let’s get movie night started” Bucky said as he grabbed the remote and put on the first Addams family. The three of you settled into a comfortable silence for most of the movie up, until you and Bucky started to day dream about Wanda. And this time you both were having the same one.

Bucky was fucking you from the back as you were in all fours eating Wanda out.

The two of you had tried to focus on the movie but it was getting harder and harder. So the both of you decided to say fuck it and moved your hands up her thigh. You were the first to initiate more intimate touching. Your fingers slowly ran up and down the side of her body and she trembled slightly.

Bucky then moved his hand up her chest and started groping her. Wanda threw her head back as she relished in the moment thinking her plan worked.

“Please” She whimpered as your fingers find their way to the hem of her shorts.

“Please what milaya devushka?” Bucky taunted as his hand found its way under her hoodie.

“please fuck me” She begged looking in between you and Bucky. That’s all it took for you to flick your wrist leaving the redhead naked on your bed.

“So pretty moya lyubov” You whispered as you began to kiss and suck dark marks on her neck. Bucky was quick to dip two of his metal fingers into her dripping pussy. She nuzzled her face into your shoulder biting back her moans at the intrusion. It was all happening so far she couldn’t wrap her mind around it, she was finally getting what she wanted.

As Bucky was two fingers deep in her you straddled her waist and bright one of her nipples in your mouth. Wanda let out a wanton moan at the immense pleasure she was feeling. You could tell she was close so you leaned over and started rubbing her clit.

“oh f-fuck” She whimpered as Bucky and you picked up the unrelenting peace. She felt the coil in her stomach builds up as Bucky curled his fingers and hit her g-spot. Within a matter of moments she was coming undone on Bucky’s fingers.

“Oh my fucking god” Wanda’s words came out broken and hoarse and you and Bucky laugh at the breathless witch.

“Oh we aren’t done with you yet little witch- you know all those dreams we’ve been having? why don’t we make them come true?” You asked with a raised brow and she went red.

“W-What dreams?” She asked with faux innocence and a puppy dog look.

You and Bucky shared a knowing look before you turned your attention back to her. “ We know what you’ve been doing little witch” He husked in her ears before he kissed beneath her ear.

“I-I haven’t been doing anything” The witch protests as she shook her head and the tips of her ears turned red.

“Oh baby there’s no sense in denying it when we’ve known about them all along. See me and dear sweet James had come up with a plan to make you ours… and that was when i overheard you thinking to yourself about your plan. To which me and him let you think this was all your idea…but in all reality little witch… you’ve been subjected to our plan “ You admit as you crawl down the witch’s body kissing her along the way. Wanda’s face goes from red to redder as you confess. Her thoughts run as she gets lost in the feeling of your lips on her.

She doesn’t even get to respond to your confession because you immediately dive into her like a woman starved. Your tongue found its way through her already wet folds. You moan at the taste of her juices as you relentlessly eat her. Wanda grips the sheets tight as you make your way to her clit and suck.

“Oh fuck mommy” She groans once you add two fingers. Bucky is quick to take advantage of your position and comes up behind you with his erect cock. He runs his length up and down your slit before pushing it in and letting out a guttural moan.

“Yes daddy” You groan as he bottoms out and starts thrusting. The room is filled salacious sound and moans as the three of you pleasure each other.

Wanda is close to her second orgasm and you your first as you sloppily eat her pussy.

“Fuck mommy right there!!” She screams as you hit her g-spot and suck her clit. As Bucky chases his high his thrusts become harder which leads you to moan into Wanda which makes her cum a second time.

“FUCK MOMMY!!” Her moan damn near breaks the sound barrier as her orgasm rips through her. But you don’t stop fucking her until you cum.

“Oh fuck yes daddy fuck right there” You let out a broken moan as he hits the right spot and squirt on his cock. Bucky’s orgasm is quick to follow yours and he thrust into to keep his cum right where it is.

“Fucking hell” He sighs as he pulls out and collapses on the bed next to Wanda and you follow behind. The three of you are a panting mess as you settle down from your highs.

“So- Uh is this a one time thing?” Wanda is the first to break the silence with her small yet soft voice. Both you and Bucky place a hand on her cheek and give each other a look before looking back at her.

“Hell no” You two say in unison before you pull her into a heated kiss and then Bucky does the same.

“Good” She whispers as she looks at the two of you with so much love in her eyes. That night the three of you end up having sex more time than you can count testing both Bucky’s super soliderness and your and Wanda’s powers to the limits.

And boy was it the best way to start a new and loving relationship.

~the end~

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fawnaura · 9 months

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thebadgerclan · 1 year

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The Only Thing He Has Left

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: You are the only thing he has left...

dragotsennaya devushka--precious girl

A/N: I have a pretty dark idea for a part 2, which I’m gonna write too bc I can’t be stopped 😂

She stood across from him, the War Room table between them. Where was she, really? That was what Aleksander wondered every time he saw her through the tether, where was his Summoner? Alina appeared to him in her kefta from the Winter Fete, but he knew that particular garment was long long lost. How did he appear to her? Was he how she last saw him, or did she see his scars?

“I meant what I told you, all those months ago,” Aleksander said. “I promised that you and I would change the world.” “That is never going to happen,” Alina countered. “I’ll destroy the only thing you have left.” Her words were purposeful, her glare icy, and Aleksander immediately knew what she meant. His Army was fractured, his nation was now embroiled in a Civil War, there was little that Aleksander still held dear. Except…

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, his hands tingling as panic filled him. “Wouldn’t I? You have no idea what I will or won't do.” Aleksander stepped around the table, causing Alina to stumble backwards a bit. “Mark my words, Miss Starkov, if you even think about harming my wife, I will make you suffer as you have never suffered before.” Alina, to her credit, did not blanch, did not show the fear she no doubt felt, but drew herself up straighter.

“I’d like to see you try.” Rage filled him, and Aleksander summoned the Cut, slicing the tether-version of Alina in two. The map of Ravka on the far wall took the brunt of his anger, ironically directly over the ink symbolizing the Fold, and Aleksander let his anger carry him through the corridors to you. “Inessa!” he called, summoning the head of his oprichniki. “Yes, moi soverennyi?”

“Y/N is to be guarded at all times from this point out,” your husband ordered. “I want at least 7 soldiers on her detail around the clock, our most skilled and deadliest. No one gets within 20 feet of her without my say so, am I clear?” Inessa nodded, keeping pace with Aleksander as he strode down the hall. “Da, moi sovernnyi. Is there anyone in particular you’d like on her detail?”

“Pasha and Liza, otherwise, use your judgment.” “Yes, sir.” Inessa bowed and turned to leave, preparing to make her new assignments. Aleksander found you at your desk in your shared rooms, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he sent four of his nichevo’ya to stand watch. “Aleksander, what’s going on?” you asked, rising from your seat. “What happened?”

“Alina has threatened to…” he choked back tears, and you knew then that whatever had happened was serious. “She threatened to kill you.” “W-what?” You hadn’t seen the Sun Summoner since the Winter Fete, but you’d heard how powerful she’d become, and you knew how deep her hatred for your husband ran. Alina would do whatever was necessary to take him down, and you knew that if you got in her way, you’d be just another obstacle in her way.

Fear had your legs trembling, and you shakily lowered yourself back to your seat. Aleksander took your hands and followed you down, kneeling at your side. “Y/N, look at me, darling. I will not let her hurt you. If she even gets near you, she will die. And it will be a slow, painful death.” “Sasha?” “Yes, dragotsennaya devushka?” “I’m scared.” Your husband gently tugged on your hands, and you fell into his lap, burying your face in his chest, his arms wrapping snugly around you.

“I know, Y/N,” he said. “I am too. But I will always protect you, until I am dust on the wind, I will defend you with my life.” You said nothing, snuggling closer to your husband, letting the scent of his cologne calm you. “I love you, Y/N,” Aleksander said, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair. “My sweet darling, I love you so much. I’ll always keep you safe.” “I love you too, Aleksander,” you said. The Sun Summoner could make whatever threats she liked; if she decided to move, Aleksander would be ready.

#aleksander morozova x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone reader insert

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domripley · 4 months

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Running From My Shadow - 1

pairing: toxic!kate bishop x reader; dark!yelena belova x reader

warnings: noncon, fingering, verbal humiliation, gaslighting, knifeplay, toxic kate, face slapping, finger sucking, threats of violence, choking, threats of fisting,

zhadnaya devushka - greedy girl | сука - bitch | edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🩵🥰

You were invited to an Avengers’ event. Kate had explained that she really wanted you to go; she didn’t want to be alone and with you keeping her company, it wasn’t going to be as bad. Of course, you instantly agreed, and Kate bought you an outfit - even though you insisted that you had something to wear. You sighed. Looking in the mirror, a part of you felt bad that she bought it - especially since you knew it was expensive. But when Kate came up behind you, you shook the thoughts away.

“You look so gorgeous, (your favorite color) really suits you,” Kate smiled, kissing your neck. She wore a matching suit to your outfit - which always made you want to see her in more suits.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “So what’s this event for anyway?”

“Hell if I know, I was just told to show up and that’s when I asked if I could take you with me,” she admitted, causing you to laugh.

“I hope it’s not boring,” you admit, and Kate nodded in agreement.

“I don’t think it’ll be boring knowing Tony. The only thing I need to warn you about is that my ex, Yelena, will be there and if she tries anything please tell me,” she pleaded, causing you to give her a confused look.

“Why would she do anything? Or I should ask: what would she do?” you questioned, but Kate shook her head.

“Nevermind that, just… tell me if she does try something,” she said, refusing to answer your question.

You decided to drop it, not wanting to push the matter further. If Yelena tried anything, you would tell Kate no matter what. Although you had decided to drop it, you couldn’t help but wonder why Kate was so adamant about it. You made a mental note to ask Cassie later, knowing that she would be able to tell you since she was close to Kate.

The car ride was quiet but comfortable - you were a little nervous, this being the first time you were meeting all of them (except Cassie and Carol). You looked at Kate, who smiled back at you - placing her hand on your thigh as she leaned in. A part of you hoped whatever she was about to say wasn’t going to be heard by the driver. You licked your lips nervously as she chuckled in your ear.

“Maybe if you’re a good girl tonight, I’ll fuck you the way you’ve been wanting me to,” she whispered, pulling back as she watched your facial expression. You bit your lip hard, trying to suppress the sound that threatened to come out.

“Please,” you whispered, squeezing your thighs together. You hated how easy it was for Kate to get you desperate, especially when the driver could hear the two of you.

“You gotta wait until we get back home and then I’ll give you what you want,” she smirked, bringing her hand up your thigh. You nodded - not trusting your voice anymore.

Twenty minutes later, the two of you arrived at your destination. Kate got out quickly, rushing to your side of the car so she could open your door. Once you got out and Kate shut the door, she pulled you into her arms.

“Katie,” you whimpered as she kissed your neck. You knew she was teasing you, but as soon as you heard someone cough, you pulled away as quickly as you could.

”Oh, Kate Bishop,” a woman with a thick Russian accent sang, causing Kate to turn around quickly. “Who is this?”

“She’s my girlfriend, Yelena,” Kate snapped, causing the blonde to laugh.

So this was Yelena, you thought to yourself as Yelena turned her attention towards you.

“I’m Yelena. You?” she asked, ignoring the glare Kate was giving her.

“(Your Name),” you gave her a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You brought your hand out for her to shake - Yelena gripped your hand roughly, causing you to whimper. You stayed quiet out of nervousness as the two of them talked. Finally, Kate turned to you and asked if you’d like to come with her to the bathroom. You agreed, figuring that she just wanted you to accompany her.

As soon as the two of you reached the bathroom, Kate pulled you in and locked the door.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked, wanting to make sure Kate was okay. She was good at hiding her emotions with everyone else, but you knew her better than that.

“It’s just- Yelena… whenever I date new people, she develops an attitude that ends up ruining things,” Kate admitted, but you still weren’t sure why she would do that. “Yelena is my ex-girlfriend and I should have told you this sooner, but I didn’t want you to get angry: We’re friends, but I barely see her.”

“Kate, I’m not upset or even angry; I’m just not understanding why you’re so worried about her with me. I hope you know that I love you and I only want to be with you,” you stated, causing Kate to shake her head.

“No, no. I promise you that I trust you. It’s really just her,” she admitted, and you nodded.

“I’m going to go get a drink. Meet me out there?” you suggested.

“Yeah, I won’t be too long,” Kate agreed, pulling you into a kiss before you left the bathroom.

You could tell Kate didn’t want to agree - that she wanted to keep you close by. A part of you thought she was overreacting, but another part of you really believed that she didn’t trust you. You didn’t know Yelena and maybe she had a reason to be nervous, but it was beginning to irritate you.

As you left the bathroom and made your way to the bar, you weren’t sure why you were so nervous. Of course, there was the fact that you were meeting superheroes, but that wasn’t quite what made you nervous.

When you sat down, you asked for water, unsure if you wanted to actually drink. You took a sip as Yelena sat down next to you, tensing up as she reached over and rubbed your back.

“Where’s Kate Bishop?” Yelena asked, watching as you sat the glass of water down on the table.

“Bathroom. I told her that I’d meet her over here,” you stated, making Yelena to shake her head.

“That’s such a shame,” she smirked.

You gave her a confused look, but before you could ask what she meant, the bartender came up to her. You watched as she ordered a drink with ease, your nerves began to rise as you waited for Kate to get out of the bathroom. You didn’t know Yelena and all she was doing was making you uneasy. You didn’t want Kate to get the wrong idea, knowing that she was already on edge.

As soon as the bartender walked away, you spoke up, “Why is that a shame?”

Yelena licked her lips, causing your stomach to turn. You weren’t sure why she was making you feel so anxious, but she was doing it well.

“Because if you were mine, detka, I’d be taking you in the bathroom,” she admitted, smirking at the disgusted look plastered on your face. You wanted to believe that you heard her wrong, but the way Yelena was smirking at you told you that you heard her perfectly.

“Excuse me? Why would you say that?” you snapped.

“What? I’m just being honest,” she shrugged, finally taking a sip of her drink. “Do you want me to lie to you, (Your Name)?”

“No, but you don’t need to be so…” you trailed off as Kate came into your field of vision.

You needed to tell Kate, but Yelena gave you a warning look. You swallowed nervously, making a mental note to tell Kate about it later.

Kate didn’t say a word, pulling you into a heated kiss. You closed your eyes, trying your best to focus on Kate, but all you could really think about was, unfortunately, what Yelena had said. Kate wasn’t overthinking at all. You pulled away as soon as you realized that Kate was trying to show off to Yelena. You weren’t sure why Kate was acting like this now, considering you had never seen her like this before.

You licked your lips, watching as Kate caught her breath. You were just about to say something when a redhead walked up to the two of you.

“Yelena. Hey Kate, this must be (Your name)? I’m Natasha,” she smiled, sticking her hand out.

“Yes, I’m (Your Name), it’s nice to meet you.” You took her hand, shaking it firmly before she turned her attention to Kate once more.

“Hey, Clint wants to talk to you for a second,” Natasha said, and Kate looked over at you.

“Go ahead, I’ll be here,” you smiled.

Kate kissed you once more before she followed Natasha through the crowd. Once she was out of eyesight, Yelena stood up from her seat. Getting closer to you, Yelena leaned in and whispered, “Don’t ever tease me like that again, do you understand?”

You moved a few inches away from her, giving her a confused look. “What are you on about? I was kissing my girlfriend.”

“Right in front of me like some whore. Does Kate know that she’s dating such a filthy fucking whore?” Yelena questioned. She moved closer, making sure that no one was paying attention to the two of you.

“Leave me alone,” you said, moving away from her. “You have no right to say those things to me. I love Kate. I’m with Kate and you will never say anything to me again.”

With that, you made your way through the crowd to find Kate.

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On the way back to Kate’s apartment, you were quiet. You weren’t sure how to bring everything up - or how Kate would react to it. You knew you were going to have to say something, not wanting Kate to accuse you of hiding it from her. You just needed to find a way to go about it.

“You’re so quiet, baby. Is everything okay?” Kate asked, placing her hand on your thigh.

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired. That’s all,” you said, which wasn’t a complete lie. You were exhausted and you needed to sleep. “Are you okay with me spending the night tonight?”

Kate laughed, shaking her head, “I’ve told you this already, you can spend the night any time you’d like.”

You gave her a small smile, “Thank you.”

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When the two of you got to her apartment, you thanked the driver before heading inside. You took off your shoes at the door before making your way to the couch. You were exhausted - mentally more than anything. It was a great party and everyone was nice to you, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the way Yelena had acted towards you. You had done nothing to warrant it, which you knew bothered you more than anything else.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Kate wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you back so you were against her chest. You tried your best to wiggle away from her, but her grip was too strong. Kate kissed the back of your neck, chuckling as you struggled in her arms.

“Kate, I’m not really in the mood tonight,” you said, causing Kate to move away from you quicker than you expected. She bit her lip and you knew she was upset now.

“Why? Before the party you were begging me to fuck you. What’s changed?” she asked defensively.

“I’m just tired, that's all.” you said, giving her an odd look. You weren’t sure why she was acting like that; you had been tired before when she had wanted to fuck you and she had never acted like that.

You stood up from your spot, shaking your head, “I think I’m going to go to sleep at my apartment tonight.”

Kate stood up, following you to the door. “Wait, why?”

“I just want to sleep in my own bed, okay? There’s no other reason?” you said. You didn’t want to put up with Kate’s new attitude.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I’m just on edge because of Yelena,” Kate sighed, making you shake your head.

“If you don’t trust your friend, that’s fine. But you should be able to trust me,” you said, trying your best to avoid looking at Kate’s face. You knew she was pouting, trying her best to get you to stay, but it wasn’t going to work. You were upset and Kate was making things much worse than they already were.

“I-” Kate began, but you stopped her before she could get any more words out. You weren’t going to give in to her - you were going to stand your ground, because in any other situation both you and Kate knew you’d give in. But this time? This time was going to be different. You had to make it different.

“I’m leaving, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” you snapped, opening her apartment door.

“At least let me get you a cab?” she offered, a look of defeat on her face.

“No, I’m good, I’ll walk.” you said before walking out of the door.

——

It was a bit chilly out and you hugged yourself as you walked down the street. You were beginning to regret not letting Kate get you a ride home, but you needed to show her that she couldn’t just pretend she wasn’t acting the way that she was. At least your apartment wasn’t too far away from hers, so the walk wasn’t too bad.

As you continued walking, you began to feel as if someone was watching you. Shaking your head, you pulled out your phone to give your legs a bit of a break. You needed music - something - to keep your mind busy. Seeing the twenty text messages and three missed calls from Kate, you almost turned around and went back to her. After all, you loved her and you were just upset with the situation.

You took a few deep breaths before turning around. You didn’t want to be away from Kate, considering it would have been your first night away from her in months. But, as you turned around, you let out a gasp seeing Yelena standing behind you.

“Where’s Kate Bishop?” Yelena asked, crossing her arms to her chest.

“At her apartment,” you said, short and quick, before you attempted to walk past her. To your surprise, she held her hand out to your chest to stop you.

“Not so fast, (Your Full Name), I just want to talk,” Yelena said, looking in your eyes. She smiled as you turned your head, avoiding eye contact with her.

“I’ve got to go, I can’t,” you said, trying to push away her arm, but Yelena was much stronger than you.

“Not even for five minutes? I think that’s quite rude. You’re going to talk with me, now,” was all she said before dragging you into the nearest alleyway.

“What-!” You gasped, trying your best to pull away from Yelena - you weren’t sure why she was doing this or what she was planning on doing with you. “Let me go!”

When you screamed, Yelena pushed you onto the ground roughly, causing you to cry out. “Shut the fuck up! You don’t want to attract any attention, do you?”

You ignored her, still in shock with the sudden change of attitude. You shouted, “Yelena, that really fucking hurt!”

“Oh, you think that hurt? Poor baby,” Yelena laughed, rushing towards you.

Yelena kicked you in the ribs as hard as she could. When you wrapped your arms around yourself, Yelena got down on one knee, grabbing you by the neck roughly. “Did that hurt, pretty baby?” she teased.

You spat towards her, surprising yourself when it landed on her face. To your horror, Yelena wiped it away and proceeded to lick it off her hand. “Stand up, now,” Yelena demanded, her cold demeanor coming back. You shook your head.

“I’m not getting up, fuck you,” you spat, backing away as Yelena stood up.

Pulling out a knife from what seemed like nowhere, Yelena gave you a small smile. “I said stand up. Now.”

Although you were scared, a part of you knew that, realistically, she wasn’t going to hurt you with that knife. Maybe she would and you’re just being too confident, but you needed to be. You had just met her, and this is how she was going to act? You knew it was stupid of you, but that was going to help you fight.

“And I said no,” you snapped back.

You squealed in surprise as Yelena got on top of you faster than you could process. Yelena held the knife to your throat, adding a little bit of pressure and smiling when you whimpered.

“I can see why Kate loves you so much. Unfortunately for you and her, I like taking her things,” Yelena whispered, leaning her head down so her mouth was near your ear. “And you don’t want to stand up? That’s fine, I’ll take you right here on the dirty ground. It’s fitting, really.”

“I- what do you mean by ‘take’?” your eyes widened, but Yelena just sat up, straddling your waist.

You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to watch as Yelena cut your shirt open. “God, this bra looks so good on you from just the light of the lamp above us. Kate bought it for you?” she asked, amusement laced in her voice that made you sick.

Yelena slapped you across the face, “I believe I asked you a question and really, (Your Full Name), I don’t think you’re in any position to ignore my questions. The next time you ignore a question, you won’t be given a warning.”

“K-Kate did buy it for me,” you whispered.

“See, was that so hard?” Yelena sighed, shaking her head.

Yelena cut your bra, licking her lips as she got a good look at your tits. “Now I get it: Kate pays for all your nice things and in return, you let her fuck you.”

“What-“ you began, but Yelena clapped her hand onto your mouth.

“You’re being too loud. There’s people coming and if you so much as make one little sound, I’ll slit your throat right here with no hesitation. Nod if you understand, slut,” she whispered.

You hesitantly nodded your head, earning a predatory smile from Yelena.

“Good girl. As soon as they’re far away, I’m going to fuck you better than Kate Bishop ever could, and you’re going to take it like the good girl that you are. Then I’ll send you on your way, okay? Nod if you understand,” she instructed. You nodded as you watched a group of women walk past the alley that the two of you were in.

After six minutes of waiting, Yelena finally moved her hand away from your mouth. “Such a good girl. I’m going to put the knife away, so don’t give me another reason to bring it back out. You won’t like me then,” she warned, moving down so she could unzip your pants. “Matching panties too? God, Kate Bishop has such great taste, I can give her that.” Yelena smiled, pulling your pants off you, along with your underwear.

You watched as she grabbed your underwear, putting it into her pants pocket. “A little souvenir. Spread your legs for me.”

You stood still, not wanting to do anything she wanted you to. Yelena raised an eyebrow, reaching for her knife again, causing you to open your legs faster than you expected to. Yelena brought her hand down hard against your pussy. You cried out, turning your head to look at the wall as she slid a single finger into you.

“God you’re so wet, are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you? I bet I could make you come with just one finger. You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that? I want you to say it. I want you to say: I’m such a slut, I’ll let anyone fuck me,” Yelena snapped, curling her finger inside of you, causing you to squeeze your legs together. Yelena wasn’t allowing this – pulling out her knife, she cut you a little on your stomach. You cried out, causing Yelena to laugh. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. It’s not even that deep, you’ll live. Now, be a good fucking girl and keep your fucking legs open.”

“There you are, let me see that pretty pussy of yours. You know, even in this alley, with the lighting not being the best, you, (Your Full Name), have such a pretty cunt that I can’t wait to ruin,” Yelena commented and you realized that she was more so talking to herself than you.

Yelena added a second finger, picking up her pace as she brought the pad of her thumb to your clit. Rubbing hard and rough circles, she watched as you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet. “You know, I almost waited until you got to your apartment. I was waiting outside of Kate’s apartment. Oh? That’s your spot, isn’t it? Go on, you’re allowed to come as much as you want. But, as I was saying before, I was following you down the street, but you looked too good to wait a few more blocks.”

“Please…” you whimpered, causing Yelena to still her fingers.

“You want more? Zhadnaya devushka, don’t worry; I’ve got something much, much better for you,” Yelena said, pulling her fingers out of you and bringing them to her mouth as she brought her other hand to her zipper.

You lifted your head just as Yelena pulled her pants down to the middle of her thighs. She roughly pushed your legs further apart before moving so she was laying on top of you. Lining up the tip of the toy to your entrance, Yelena bottomed out in one rough thrust, laughing lightly as you cried out in pain. “Aw, what’s the matter? Were you not ready for my cock? You’re so wet, I don’t think you’re really in pain. You wanted me to fuck you since the moment you saw me.”

“N- no! No, I didn’t. I love Kate!” you snapped, trying to push Yelena off of you. You felt gross and cold, and you wanted nothing more than to go back to your apartment. Yelena continued to fuck you at a bruising pace, not allowing you a break.

“Oh? You love Kate Bishop? Then why are you letting me fuck you on this dirty ground while she’s at home all alone?” Yelena whispered in your ear, bringing her hand to your right nipple.

Yelena licked her lips as you let out a pained gasp, “Or maybe we should call her? Let her know how much of a whore her girlfriend really is? How does that sound?”

“Please no-!” you yelled, causing Yelena to slap you as hard as she could with the hand that was playing with your nipple.

The force of the hit causing you to stop fighting and you began to stare up into the night sky as Yelena continued to fuck you. You should have stayed at Kate’s, or at least let her order a cab for you, yet here you were. You were going to have to tell her as soon as you could.

“Fuck, you take me so well, I’m going to have to get a much bigger strap huh?” Yelena moaned as she continued to fuck you.

After a good ten minutes, Yelena pulled out of you. “I see you didn’t come, and that’s completely okay! You can’t tell me you didn’t have fun, though.”

You sat up, wiping away your tears as soon as Yelena stood up. You didn’t want her to be around you any longer than she had to. Grabbing her jacket that you hadn’t noticed she took off and handed to you. “Here, wear this on your way back to your apartment, I can’t have you going home with nothing on.”

You reluctantly took it from her, putting it on before you put your pants back on. “I want my underwear back.” You said, looking at the ground as you stood up. You needed a hot shower, and you wanted nothing more than to get away from her.

“You want your panties back?” she teased. You and her both knew that she heard you correctly.

“Yes…” you whispered, flinching as Yelena got closer to you.

“If you want them back, all you have to do is give me a kiss,” Yelena laughed, causing you to zip up the jacket she had given you.

“Just keep it and leave me alone, okay?” you said before walking out of the alley.

“Oh, (Your Name),” Yelena called out, causing you to turn around and face her. “If you tell anyone, I’ll hurt you. Understood? I know where you work, where you live, where you go for fun when you’re not spending time with Kate Bishop. I can take you out faster than anyone would or could notice. I mean it, (Your Name).”

You didn’t say a word - only nodding before you walked away and headed towards your apartment. You weren’t going to sleep tonight - you knew it. Maybe after your shower you’d pick up reading? Maybe that will keep your mind off of what Yelena did to you? All these questions ran through your head as you walked home. You took your time, not seeing a point in rushing home.

You flinched as your phone rang and when you saw that it was Kate, you breathed a sigh of relief for a good moment before realizing that you couldn’t tell Kate what had just happened. Not now, not ever. You took a deep breathe, finally answering her phone.

“(Your Name), what have you been doing that was more important than answering me? What the fuck? I said I was sorry, why can’t you just accept that?” Kate snapped, causing you to realize that you had been crying. You were just a block away from your apartment now - no Yelena in sight, thankfully.

“I-I’m sorry, I had my phone on silent and I decided to go for a walk when I got home. I’m sorry for not answering,” you apologized. You knew you weren’t so much in the wrong, but you also knew if you didn’t say what she wanted to hear, Kate was going to hold onto it for a while and that was something you didn’t need to deal with on top of what just happened.

“Well, next time you need to answer right away, okay? How about you come back here and show me how sorry you are? You weren’t listening to me: I trust you babe, it’s Yelena that I don’t,” Kate pleaded, causing you to sigh.

You should have listened to her - this was all your fault.

You began to cry harder, trying your best not to be too loud. The last thing you needed was for Kate to hear you and ask a bunch of questions. “Can I come first thing in the morning? I’ll bring us food and some movies, and-and I’ll even bring my switch and we can play some games!”

“Sounds like a plan. And bring your collar, I want to fuck you during the movies you bring,” Kate said, and you bit your lip as hard as you could. You didn’t want her to touch you, but you knew that she would grow suspicious if you denied her. You needed to act as if Yelena didn’t hurt you and that everything was okay. “Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll buy you some stuff that I’ve been wanting you to wear?”

You wiped away your tears as you finally reached your apartment complex. “You don’t have to, really. I still have a few things I haven’t worn yet.”

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed. I love you,” Kate said.

You swallowed. “I love you too.”

As soon as she hung up on you, you reached your front door. Looking around before pulling your keys out, and once more before unlocking it and walking in. You shut the door quickly, locking the door and making sure that it was locked three times before you turned on a light. You hated feeling like this, hated feeling like Yelena was going to pop out of nowhere like she did.

You walked around your living room, making sure your side door was locked completely, along with every window. Making your way up the stairs, you continued to look behind you until you made to the second floor. You rushed to your room, closing the door and shutting it. You locked your bedroom door and ripped off the jacket she had given you. Kicking it underneath your bed, you pulled your pants down and kicked them across the room. Rushing into the bathroom that was connected to your room, you turned on the shower and got in. You just needed to get the dirt off of you as well as the feeling of Yelena’s touch.

Trying your best not to cry, you scrubbed your skin as hard as you could. You wanted to desperately tell Kate, but couldn’t. Even if you could, would she actually believe you? Would she accuse you of wanting to fuck her the moment you saw her at the party? You wanted nothing more than to forget about it, but your mind was racing. Thankfully you weren’t going to ever see Yelena again and that made you feel a lot better, but you knew tomorrow you were going to have to let Kate fuck you, or she would know something was wrong.

“Fuck!” you shouted, turning off the water.

You got out of the shower, grabbing the towel from the rack before drying yourself off. You didn’t feel like putting clothes back on - crawling into your bed, you closed your eyes, letting sleep take over.

----

You woke up, squeezing your thighs shut as you felt something touch your pussy. Snapping your eyes open once you were awake enough and alert, you turned to see Yelena sitting next you just as she slid two fingers inside you. Taken by surprise, you opened your mouth to scream, but Yelena shoved two fingers into your mouth with her other hand.

“Don’t be too loud, don’t want the neighbors to know much of a pathetic, cheating slut you are. Or do you want that? Want them to come over and fuck you next after me?” Yelena asked teasingly. “Oh what? Mouth too full to speak? How cute.”

Yelena continued to fuck you with her fingers, quickly adding a third. “God, you’re taking my fingers like a champ. I don’t think I’m ever going to stop visiting you,” she stated, licking her lips. She removed her fingers from your mouth, her eyes glued on you as you squeezed yours shut.

“Please…” you whimpered, trying to fight the orgasm that was fast approaching. “Please stop, Yelena, please.”

“You sound so fucking good when you beg,” Yelena complimented you, causing you to feel sick to your stomach. Yelena pulled her fingers out of your pussy and brought them up to your mouth. “Spit.”

When you didn’t, she shrugged, “No fun.” before bringing them to her own mouth. She spat once, and then twice before bringing them back down to your pussy.

Yelena pushed all three fingers back into you before adding a fourth one. “Wow, you know, for someone who really doesn’t like this, you sure are wet enough to take my whole fist. Let’s see if you can, shall we?”

You shook your head, bringing your hand that wasn’t near Yelena and punching her as hard as you could. To your surprise, she didn’t flinch at all.

“Really?!?” Yelena snapped, “Cукa. If you’re going to hit me, you should maybe hit me a little harder - that was just pathetic.”

“You’re the pathetic one, having to force yourself on someone. What? Nobody wanted to fuck you?” you snapped.

You gasped as she grabbed you by the throat roughly. “I can have anyone I want, but I chose you. You should be grateful I’m fucking you.”

Yelena let go of your neck, looking down and smiling when she realized how much of a mess you were making. When you accidentally let out a noise you had been holding in for who knows how long, Yelena’s smile grew bigger. “Oh? Are you about to come for me?” Yelena asked, even though she knew the answer already.

You shook your head, trying your best to deny what was approaching fast. “You can come, baby, really. But, I want you to say that I fuck you better than Kate while you do.”

“N-No!” you cried out, trying to pull at her wrist, but once again, she was too strong.

“Do I need to hurt you?” Yelena asked. When you shook your head, she sighed, “Then say it. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You’re so close, (Your Full Name), come on, be a good girl and say it.”

You bit your lip, but when Yelena wrapped her hand around your throat and squeezed, you choked out, “You… you fuck me better than Kate!”

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear that,” she teased, letting go of your neck.

“You- you fuck me better than Kate, please-” you cried out as you came.

Yelena continued her pace as she fucked you through your orgasm, allowing you to ride it out before she removed her fingers. Bringing them to your mouth, she shoved two of her fingers as far as she could get them. She pulled them out as you began to gag. “You really need to work on that gag reflex, (Your Full Name). Does Kate not fuck your face?”

You looked down at your hands, refusing to look at Yelena longer than you already had. “How did you get in? I made sure I locked everything,” you said, hoping she would be honest with you.

“Oh, now why would I tell you that?” she teased. “Have fun at Kate’s, but remember, if you tell her…”

“I won’t, I won’t,” you said, hoping she would be satisfied with your answer.

“Good girl. Have fun.”

With that, Yelena walked out of your room and, you assumed, down the stairs. Turning to look at the clock, you sighed when you realized it was only seven in the morning. You had two hours before Kate was expecting you, but a part of you wanted to cancel - to lie and tell her you were sick, but you knew she would never fall for that. You dragged yourself out of bed and once you grabbed the clothes you wanted to wear, you took a long, hot shower again.

You packed a bag: a few outfits, some movies, and your switch, and called Kate to see if she was up. After the second ring, she answered, “Hey babe,” she said, and you smiled softly.

You and Kate had issues, but hearing her voice was comforting now. “Hey, I know it’s earlier than usual but would it be okay if I come now? I’ll be spending the weekend too if you’re still okay with that.”

“I totally am, I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Kate said.

“Yeah! I’m finding a ride right now,” you said before Kate hung up.

You took a deep breath as you ordered a ride, unsure of what was going to happen. You were usually awful at keeping secrets, but you knew you were going to have to try your best with this. A part of you wanted to know how Yelena got in your apartment, suddenly not feeling safe in your own space.

Once your uber was two minutes away, you grabbed your bag and went outside. Locking your door and making sure it was locked, you hoped the next few days were going to be great.

#dark au #dark yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #my writing #mine

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youngfcs · 1 month

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— Alina Kovalenko | DEVUSHKA S PERSIKAMI gif pack.

By clicking the source link or [ THIS LINK ], you’ll find #292 gifs of Alina Kovalenko (1992) in the show Devushka s Persikami (2017). Alina was born in ukraine and is of ukrainian descent, so please cast accordingly. All made by me from scratch, so please, don’t repost or claim them as your own! You can use them in editions, or crackships, but please credit me (@youngfcs). If using, like or reblog ❗

[ ! ] TW: car accident/running over, wheelchair (after the accident), kissing scenes, food, bruises, hospital, crying/sadness, alcohol, drinking.

[ Don’t include them in any gif hunt, don’t crop these into gif icons without my permission, don’t use them in any smut threads/rps or for taboo roleplays and don’t use to rp the celebrity itself ]

#alina kovalenko #alina kovalenko gif #alina kovalenko gif pack #gif pack #gif hunt #alina kovalenko gif hunt #rp: alina kovalenko #fc: female #alina kovalenko rp

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wandasaura · 5 months

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what are wandanats favorite nicknames to call reader?

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ wanda is a soft babie for her girls, not that nat isn’t (because she definitely is) but wanda’s more outward about her affection so she tends to come up with softer/sweeter names and titles. she’s the one who started calling you little dove, before then it had been little one regardless of headspace, but little dove has definitely taken over, not that you’re complaining. if you’re out in public, she knows you get quite shy about her displays of affection, but she can’t help but claim what’s hers, so i think she’d call you the generic sweetheart & baby, sometimes babe if it just slips out. you’re a sucker for anything sokovian though, so if she’s trying to convince you to take her side in an argument against nat, or trying to talk you down when you’re being stubborn, she’ll whip out a detka or a moya lyubov ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ nat is more reserved with her affection, which makes it even sweeter when she randomly calls you something cute. she doesn’t slip into russian as often as wanda does in day to day life, but if she’s calling you a name it’s almost always in russian and painfully sweet. she’s a big fan of dorogoy and milaya devushka. she’s also the self-proclaimed jokester of your relationship though, so she’ll throw out names like little biter or trouble when she wants to poke at your nerves (which is frequently), but if anyone else tries to joke with you like that, she’s on them in an instant making sure they now who you crawl home to at the end of the day ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

milaya devushka = sweet girl / moya lyubov = my love

#w: asks #n: asks #ld: asks #series: little dove #answered.#𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 ꔫ

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 5 months

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love hurts - john wick/plus size fem reader, nsfw

TW: dubcon, choking, angst, dom/sub undertones, author attempt at russian language, I think that’s it

Summary: you are in love with john wick.

You suppose you should feel bad about letting him take the lead on this. He’s always taking control of everything with such swift efficiency, no breaks in between. And this too. Even this. Making your cunt pulse around nothing while he rolls his nice dress sleeves up. It’s the forearms, really, all decorated with sinew and tendon and bulging vein. The way his huge fingers work like they’re dainty. You keep getting off track.

Take some semblance of control back.

The kitchen counter is icy compared to his warm hands; you know because your dress is riding up above your thighs. He’s pushing it up- nicely … softly … this time - like he’s afraid to spook you, like he’s apologizing for something. It seems he doesn’t really know how to be soft, though, because his touch is still rough, the measured pull of his palms and calloused knuckles on your jiggly flesh leaving red indents in their wake.

“krasivaya devushka,” he hums, just for you, kisses below your right ear, turning you into a throbbing beacon of light and warmth. Your toes curl up and you grunt. Maybe it’s not just the forearms, then, but his voice, too, consuming baritone that commands the room, the air, the band no matter how quiet he uses it.

Your underwear are an inconvenience to him. He slaps the band against your hips and receives a jerk of surprise, tsking at you as if you’re not supposed to be wearing any clothes.

Your punishment is him rubbing teasing, loose circles over your clothed clit.

His smile is against the pulse in your neck, expert fingers purposefully find no rhythm or meaning, keep the orchestra quiet and the audience on edge. The air is thick and wet like you’re in an auditorium with a 100 other people.

Your moan is muffled by saliva, instead coming out as a gurgle like a person who is dying and filling with fluid. The irony isn’t lost on you that he’s killing you in a much different way than he usually kills people. However, the same lethal precision is still being utilized. The gaze of the hunter, the controlled and harsh movement, the concentration. You try to swallow but your body wants the fluid in your throat.

The next few moans from you are just thick sounds of trying to clear your voice.

He kisses your pulse, your jaw, your cheek, swallows your mouth, licks out the generous pool of liquid inside. Your hands seek his silk hair clumsily, grabbing his ears and his cheeks, and he presses you back into the cupboard, the wood carvings denting your back.

Your thighs twitch to shut when his knuckles dig into the fat of your bloated cunt and find your pleasure, but he’s got his other hand holding the meat of your left one and his broad frame stands imposingly between your legs.

He swallows, greedily, the noises you make as he focuses on your clit. Fast learner that he is, he picks up the rhythm and the pressure and even finds the spot that you like the most.

This man is dangerous, not just because you watched him kill 10 men with his bare hands, not just because he knows how to get you off from just reading your reactions, but also because you can’t think or breathe anything except for him and not just when he’s crowding you like he is right now.

You push back into him but he is solid force and maybe you can get him to budge a centimeter before he realizes what you’re doing and takes leader back again. No, he can’t take it back because he never lost it.

“Look at me,” he says, and your eyes snap to his, coffee brown and heady. His mouth is pink and wet, slightly parted, and you can’t tell if he’s blinking or not while he watches every twitch and change in your expression. He keeps his thumb steady on your clit after he pushes down to grab some cum and slather it generously and presses a finger into your cunt to rub your g spot.

You hang onto his shoulders, sweaty palms slipping off of the fabric and down to his elbows. He chases your pleasure up the mountain, never stumbling, closer every second, and you have no hope of escaping him while he’s in pursuit so you freeze and let him catch up, heart thrumming with the beat of anticipation while he gets closer.

“Oh fuck,” you hiss, your voice catching on a high note and singing quietly for the conductor while your body tenses and spasms.

His arms catch and hold you through your trembling defeat, and your eyes are closed when he slips his hand out of your underwear and places it up on your cheek, the smell of your own cum heavy and damp. He rubs your lips with the thumb that just had your clit, and you open for him and suck just the tip in your mouth, licking the rough, slimy pad of it and trying, bravely, to look into his eyes.

Bravery comes with the price of a blush so hot it burns your already fiery skin.

“So you liked the spaghetti?” You ask him, your throat and goofy grin sharp.

He does something that reminds you of a laugh, chest and stomach rumbling. He is already smiling but it gets bigger and infects your mouth, too, making you grin wider.

“It was delicious,” he concedes, opening your mouth up with his thumb on your bottom lip. He looks from your eyes to your mouth, kisses you softly.

“I-“ you start when he stops -“what are we doing?”

He tickles your temple with his fingers, musses the baby hairs. “Kissing,” he says, his face full of teasing adoration.

It confuses your brain but your chest must know just what that look means because an invasive hole opens up in it and aches for him. Your eyes get wet. He wipes them off with both thumbs then cradles your face.

“Shhh, honey,” he tells you. “I know.” He comforts you but his expression turns hard again, unreadable.

Tiny tears drip onto his wrists and run down his forearms while you cry. He lets you ride it out, the consuming want for him that overtakes everything you are and shatters it, leaving only him, left whole and unharmed among the sharp pieces.

John revels in the silent shower of salt water from your eyes, cock hardening painfully at the knowledge that this display is all for him. He kisses your cheeks to taste your tears, because feeling and seeing and hearing is not enough.

You try to push him away but he catches your hands and places them on your sides, holds them there. You don’t know why you try to squirm, it gets you nowhere except more immobilized and trapped, bullied into a corner.

You can scream and cry and thrash, fight this man until all that’s left of you is blood and bone. You can run, hide, avoid, dodge, beg for mercy or try and find a breath of hope in the constricting bag placed over your head and smothering you that is John. None of that would be useful. Because your heart beats strong and fast and is much braver than you, and he is what it wants.

“Please,” you ask, not knowing what you’re begging for.

He complies with demanding palms pulling your hips forward. Your hands are on his chest, still unable to grasp and slipping on the silk of his white shirt. He makes a noise with his tongue against his teeth while he bunches your dress up off your thighs. Your upper back grinds painfully against the cabinets while he handles you into the angle that he prefers.

The sound of distress from you commands his attention. He looks from your hips to your face, understands, puts his arm around your upper back and hooks his other hand under your knee. He pulls and guides, grip assuring that there’s nothing you can or have to do to assist him. Maybe that’s the another thing, when you’re with him all you need to focus on is heat and want and pleasure because he handles the rest; like the standing and the keeping upright and the motion of both your bodies. You can touch and taste and feel at leisure, the thought of where your feet are planted unimportant and irrelevant.

Your upper body is on the counter while he holds your lower. The bulge of his cock presses against your underwear and suddenly you remember how big he is. You squirm, pupils dilate, breath quickens, fear feels like fire. Your brain is sending signals to pull your body away from the heat.

He stills you, not with force this time but with his timbre voice, his soothing pet on your tummy. “It’s okay, honey,” he tells you, holds you up with his hips while his hands cradle and caress. Thumbs work delicately over the fabric of your dress where your nipples are protruding.

“Look at you, beautiful,” he hums, “fucking irresistible, how can I help myself?” Holds your neck and palms your breast with a half open hand.

“ty zdes' v bezopasnosti, malyshka, v bezopasnosti ot vsekh, krome menya.”

He wets his lips, gently tilts your head so your tear-peppered eyes look at his face.

“ty nebesnyy, moy angel, sent from god, hm?” He flicks his chin up to emphasize his words.

His cock twitches, complaining, angry, needing to feel, reacting violently to your wide, wet, dilated eyes, the way your face can hide no emotion. Fear melting into lust, lips parting. He ignores the ache, body completely still except for his hands which mimic a softness that they’re not quite capable of.

He douses the flame of fear with the wet emotion and arousal of your body.

You are grinding against him before you notice the motion of your hips, friction minimal even with 3 layers of clothing in the way because of how soaked you are.

“There we go,” he praises, releasing your face in favor of leaving a trail of goosebumps down your neck, across your collar, between your breasts. You giggle when he gets to your tummy, too ticklish there for his touch now that he’s got your dress hiked up under your breasts and that you’re mostly bare.

A grin flashes on his face. You look away, blushing.

“Did I tell you to look away?” He muses, pushing his thumb into your panties and past your slippery lips to rest on your clit.

“Sorry,” you say, looking back into his eyes, burning with embarrassment and need.

You grind against his hand, heavy rapture spreading into you from the touch.

He chuckles, presses hard, to the side, the pad of his thumb rough and scratchy on delicate nerves but still good.

“You’re gonna cum again,” he assures, helping you rub yourself off by adjusting the position of his hand every so often. He switches his thumb for three fingers and broader pressure. You whine from the millisecond of lost contact.

“Which feels better?” He asks. He switches again, focused circles of the thumb, or dispersed pressure of multiple digits.

“That one,” you say when he uses many instead of one. An afterthought tells you that you’re giving him more ammunition to ruin you, but you don’t have time to think for long. Not when he’s assisting another slow orgasm. This one is long and heavy, sweat drips down your thighs and your toes curl and expand. Tension floods from you into his palm, staining your underwear and his nice pants.

He lays a heavy hand on your pubic mound while you twitch down from the high. The low is where your bones turn to rubber and you feel like an inflatable Christmas decoration in strong wind.

You are relaxed but aware, now, of your lower back digging into the jagged lip of the counter, the hard surface on the back of your soft head. It’s uncomfortable.

“Sorry but can we move to somewhere more comfortable?” You ask.

He holds out his hand and you take it, allowing him to help you sit up on the counter. Your dress pools back around your hips.

“Hold on to me,” he says, hands under your knees, pulling your legs around his hips.

It takes you a minute to realize that he wants to carry you, long arms wrap around your thighs and support your weight

“John, I am heavy,” you try and protest, but he’s already picking you up, boosting your body so that you can wrap your arms around his neck. He laughs at your warning while carrying you to the couch like you weigh nothing.

His lips quell your worry with a kiss, and while he presses into your mouth with his tongue you realize that you can’t remember a time when someone has picked you up and carried you.

It’s that, too, then.

He deposits you into the bouncy cushion, pushes your hair out of your face and your dress up over it. You lift your arms to assist in taking it off, and when he pulls it from your wrists, the fabric bunched in his fist, he looks at it for a moment, smirks. Looks back at you as if he’s just realized something.

“This is for me,” he affirms, sounding amused.

You bite the inside of your lip and nod, unable to look into his eyes. Instead, you look to the food and wine on the dining table. “It all was.”

“Oh.” His face drops back to blunt, dark, heavy, all eyes for you now, dress slipping out of his fingers, forgotten, onto the floor.

He sits beside you and wastes no time, tits in his hands and mouth open for your own. He presses and folds you into the position he prefers.

“Let me fuck you, sweet girl.” He sucks below your chin and rolls your nipple into a pinch.

Your head and hips perform the same nodding motion and he pulls away to unbutton his shirt, acknowledging your consent. The shiny scars littered over every inch of his skin takes you by surprise again - you reach out and feel them, his heart, the thick muscle of his chest, the lean meat of his stomach. Your arousal ebbs and flows, the occasional harsh clench of your pussy melting into soft, easy pulsing. You try and memorize the dark trail of hair from his belly button to the seam of his pants.

He tosses his shirt onto your dress and starts on the buttons and buckle of his slacks. You could take your underwear off but you’re much too enraptured by his lithe body, your lips and tongue reddening his skin, your plump fingers so soft and light they tickle him.

Hard, lean, big man presses against small, soft, chubby girl. Cock head forces your lips wide as it runs through the slippery mess he’s made of them. Your clit is sensitive but it still loves the feeling of him sliding against it. Your mouth laves at his chest and collar, rough and clumsy. You bite him, earning a grunt, then feeling bad about it. It’s all too much, though, and the emotion leaks out of your mouth onto his skin, nibbling, licking, sucking, desperate.

He kisses your sweat-dampened hair stuck to your temples, murmuring your name, and presses against the entrance of your cunt.

It’s strange, how you feel empty and gaping and ready before he is pressing in and making you feel tight and unyielding and unprepared.

Pleasure at the price of pain. Your legs lifted up to rest across his body vertically. He kisses your heal and pushes his cock into you by centimeters, one hand on the base of it to help ease in. The angle opens you up a bit, but the way he stretches you still hurts, and now your mouth is empty of him so your teeth gnash at the air.

“Rub your nipples for me,” he tells you. Your hands scramble onto your breasts, grateful for the suggestion, pinching and grabbing roughly, displacing some of the pain from your pussy.

He rubs rough, broad circles into your calves, ignoring the prominent beast inside of him who wants to pound into you without a care for how you take it. He knows that rough and uncaring, though, comes with a price of tearing your insides and possible infection, and that would be fine if he only planned to fuck you once.

“tugoy, how do you feel?” There is concern in his voice and you wish there wasn’t, because it turns your heart rabid.

“Full.” It’s what you can manage to groan while he sinks deeper, your cunt betraying itself, sucking him in. So fucking full and stretched.

He hums. “Good or bad?”

“Both.”

He stops the inching of his pelvis in favor of focusing on your right foot, licking under your toes and holding your ankle because you’re giggling and trying to scrunch up so he can’t get to the sensitive skin. It tickles but also makes your clit throb. Broad licks makes lightning shoot in your lower belly. He wraps his mouth around your big toe and sucks and you are the one moving, now, pressing your ass down into his thighs to urge his cock deeper.

“Oh fuck,” you say, grinding down on him, desperate to have him put pressure on and quell the feeling of tiny shocks deep inside you from the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive feet.

Yes, give him more ammunition to use on you. Let him know just how to make you desperate and feral. Something speaks sense at the very back of your thoughts, and he doesn’t allow that rational voice to linger for long.

He switches when you’re getting too comfortable with one foot, abruptly swallowing and licking the other. You laugh and moan and squeal, wriggling down onto his cock so that he’s bent against your cervix. Heavy pain settles in your lower belly, your giggles turning into strangled groans.

He stalls, stiffens. You look at his face and feel terrible for the pain you see there. His cock spasms inside of you, begging to move, pleading for friction. He sucks his teeth, wins control over basic instinct and doesn’t move a single muscle while you adjust to the massive intrusion.

“I’m going to move,” he tells you, and you nod, eager to please.

The wet, slow suck of your bodies mashed together flows into loud squelching. He rumbles baritone while you keen soprano.

The fat of your cunt gives for the thrust of his stony pelvis, and his fingers trap your clit again.

You try and fail not to wail on your third orgasm. It increases your sensitivity and makes your g spot swell up. His cock slips against it, faster. The spasms entrap him in sensation and help build his orgasm. He stops rubbing your clit and just gives it pressure, looks at your face to see your eyes closed.

“No, eyes on mine,” he says, flicking a nail over the hood of your ultra sensitive clitoris.

Your mouth growls protest, tiny abused bud shrinking back from his mean fingers, but your eyes open and you stare at him as best as you can while you feel like you’re about to explode and scream from all the feelings inside of you.

He wants to hear what you hold back, so he fucks harder and faster and wins the prize of your loud expletives, his name, the dig of your heals into his collar. Your own hands tear at your breasts and you do scream for him, much to your own dismay. To you, it is anything but an attractive sound. His jaw ticks, eyes slice heavy with pride. He obviously has a different opinion. “There we go,” he praises.

His hand aches to grab your pretty throat, so he does, and you’re not small there but his hand is large enough to wrap around the giving skin and press down on the sides. You grab his wrist, the instinct to live guiding the motion of your hand. Your eyes cloud with stinging water as you struggle for full breaths under his heavy hold.

If he feels bad for you, it does not show in his face; in fact, his expression is quite the opposite of empathetic as he abuses your guts and steals your air.

You aren’t keeping track of time, how could you possibly, but it seems both too soon and too late that his hips falter and slow and he buries warm, plentiful fluid deep inside your cunt. He kisses your heal again, and you notice him in the afterglow; sweat shimmers on his forehead and chest, the drowning and drooping gaze of his black eyes, the satiated relaxing of his mouth. He looks beautiful like this, worn and satisfied and tucking his cum up into you, refusing to let it spill just yet.

His hand relaxes from your neck to your cheek, smoothing out the fluid from your eyes into your burning skin. He shakes his head when he notices that you’re trying not to cry so, so hard. “No, no fighting it,” he scolds, “give me what’s mine.”

You obey, easily sliding into a small, fragile, sobbing and whimpering human for him.

“Tchk.” It’s a praise from him to you for being so brave, so good for him. His cock eases out of you, but his cum floods from the hole he leaves open. It soaks your thighs and the couch and instantly cools your overworked flesh, but the loss of him is too much, and you grab for him, pulling him down, his mouth to yours.

He allows your forceful handling but does not assist with any part of it except for the kiss. His mouth is lazier, now, kinder. You push your thighs together to relieve some feeling of the void at the center and push his soft hair off his face because it tickles your cheeks and neck.

You fill the desperate hole inside yourself with the crushing weight of John against you, and cry into the fine hair on his chest. He flips you both sideways so that you can breathe easier with his full weight off your lungs.

He holds your hip while his fingers skim down and up your spine and lets you press your body into his as hard as you can and want to.

It’s this, this overwhelming feeling to sink into his body, to slice him open and climb into him and steal his warmth to keep warm in the freezing snowstorm that is your life.

It takes a while to stop sobbing, but you do eventually. Your mind steps gingerly from murky, predator filled swamp into clear spring water. The clarity allows you to focus on why all you’ve been capable of is tears for the past however many hours it’s been, and it’s not hard to realize that its because you’re in love with him.

And that’s the final effect of all the tallied John-related reasons that you’ve been counting and scoring in your mind. The nail in the coffin, for lack of better reference.

You know he doesn’t feel the same way, not because of the way he gently untangles you from around him and stands up, not because he’s putting his clothes back on and smoothing his tie, not because of the chaste kiss goodbye on your forehead before he ties his shoes, not because of the lack of words he says to you as he walks out your door, not because he leaves you lying there, numb and cold and naked. No. Not because of any of that. He can’t feel the same way because it’s you, and you are not someone that people feel that way about. And that’s okay, as long as you never have to see him or think about him again.

At this rate, though, it’s becoming a problem liken to that of your own personal forest fire, and you’re not sure what you’re going to do once everything stops burning and turns to ash.

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