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abbyromanoff · 5 months
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14 DAYS OF KINKMAS MASTERLIST:
DAY 1: YOU’RE BACK, BUT ITS TOO LATE - Emily Prentiss
DAY 2: BETTER THAN HIM - Yelena Belova
DAY 3: VISIONS - Wanda Maximoff
DAY 4: OLDER - Wanda Maximoff
DAY 5: NEVER KNOW - Natasha Romanoff
DAY 6: DESIGNS - Natasha Romanoff
DAY 7: GOLDEN GIRL - Maria Hill
DAY 8: LET ME LOVE YOU - Agatha Harkness
DAY 9: MISTLETOE - Maria Hill
DAY 10: HOAX - Claire Debella
DAY 11: UNFAIR - Carol Danvers
DAY 12: KEEP QUIET - Emily Prentiss
DAY 13: HAPPY HOLIDAYS - Kate Bishop
DAY 14: DOUBLE TROUBLE - CarolValkyrie
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yelenasdiary · 3 months
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Here is an yelena request. It was an idea first but since you want requests for her.
Reader giving intersex yelena a blow job while she does homework or work. Not letting yelena cum until she finishes her work. Which of course yelena has a hard time doing. 🤭
Don't Talk Back!
Pairing: Brat! Yelena Belova x Reader
Summary: Yelena is behind on mission reports, so you give her a little help
Smut, 18+ Only! Minors & Men, DNI!
Warnings: Dom! Reader, Sub! Yelena, Oral (Yelena Receiving), Yelena has a penis, Mommy Kink, Slight degradation, Slight Exhibitionism | 1.3K
Translations: нужно кончить (need to cum)
AC: I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for sending it x
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"Yelena, you're late on these, I need them by the end of the day" Natasha spoke sternly as you entered the conference room to find your girlfriend unimpressed with her sister's stubbornness. "What's going on?" You asked, placing the store brought sandwich on the table next to Yelena. 
"Yelena is late on some mission reports, maybe you can convince her to find them before the end of the day otherwise it's my arse that's on the line" Nat replied before storming out of the room. Yelena looked up at you and shook her head, "I'm only a day late" she spoke as you crossed your arms over your chest. 
"You told me you finished them last night before you got into bed" you reminded the blonde, clenching your jaw at her lie. "I was tired" she muttered, letting her eyes drop to the laptop in front of her. You pulled her chair out from the table and swung her around to look at you, "don't talk back to me like that" you spoke sternly. Yelena smirked ever so slightly, "Yeah? Why don't you do these reports then" she spat making you tilt your head at her behavior.
Your eyes dropped to the growing bulge in her before you pushed her chair away from her, "take them off" you demanded. 
"What?" Yelena asked with a confused look. 
"Don't play dumb now baby, take them off. You're going to get these reports done and you're not going to cum until I say you can, now, take them off" you replied. 
"Can we do this in our room?" She questioned making you chuckle at her. You shook your head, "no. If you want to be a stubborn little brat, I'm going to make sure everybody in this compound knows who you belong too" you explained as you wandered over to the door and opened it, pushing a chair to keep it open. Yelena gulped while you looked back at her with a smirk, "do I have tell you a third time?" You slowly wandered back to Yelena. 
She stood up and nervously unbuckled her pants, letting them drop to her ankles as you came closer to her. "P-please mommy, close the door" she begged with her hands playing with the waist band of her black boxers.
"Why? Don't you want everybody to see how hard I can make you work? or are you worried that somebody will see how much of a little whore you are for me?" you asked keeping a strong eye contact with the blonde as she stood speechless in front of you. "Well? Which is it? Use your words" you said. 
"Please" she begged once more causing you to sigh, "you should've thought about that before taking back to me, isn't that right?" You replied. Yelena nodded, "I'm sorry mommy" she said with red cheeks. 
"Too late for apologies, drop the boxers and sit down"
Yelena didn't wait to be told again, she let her boxers drop to her ankles like her pants before stepping out of them and sitting down on the chair again. Her cock semi-hard stood to the side, resting against her thigh. You walked behind her chair and spun it back to face the laptop before crawling under the table and spreading her legs. She looked down at you as you wrapped a hand around her length, "get typing if you wanna cum baby" you spoke as you began to jerk her off. 
She grew harder in your hand by the second, you could hear the light groans coming from her over the sound of her fingers typing on the keyboard. Her fist hit the desk the moment your lips wrapped around her head, trying her best not to moan as Steve walked by the room. 
"F-fuck!" She whispered ever so quietly as she looked down at you between her thighs just to get a glimpse of your lips around her. You looked up at her while you took her inch my inch down your through, tugging at her balls with your hand. "Oh god!" She moaned, throwing her head back for a moment. You knew she would struggle to keep herself from blowing her load too soon but that just excited you even more when her precum hit your tongue. You gagged on her cock before pulling her length out of your mouth slowly. 
"You're wasting time, I didn't say stop!" You reminded her when the sound of her fingertips tapping on the keyboard had come to a stop.
"It's a little hard to focus when you suck me off so fucking good!" She replied, returning to the mission report document in front of her. She's never typed too fast in her life, remembering that word document had spell check, she wasn't worried about mistakes, not when you had her cock down your throat once more. 
Your hands wrapped around her cock once more as you bobbed your head on her length, pumping her with your hands as you did so. Straggled moans left her lips as she struggled to keep her mind and focus on the mission report. "D-don't stop! Please!" you heard her mutter as she tried to place one hand on top of your head only for you to slap her hand away and pause your actions, "I told you, if you want to cum, you'll finish those reports!" You reminded her. 
Yelena sighed heavily wishing the reports would write themselves. Your lips returned to her cock, swirling your tongue around her as she bucks her hips, "нужно кончить mommy!" She grunted in Russian. 
"About time you're getting those reports done!" Kate's voice startled Yelena making her jump slightly in her chair, her knuckles turning while she kept her eyes on the screen in front of her. "Ye-yeah, Nat's on my arse about it!" She replied. 
"Well, when you're done, do you wanna train with me?" Kate asked. Yelena was silent for a moment to keep her moans from alerting her friend of your presence under the table. "Sure, s-sounds good" she replied in a stutter, "Kate I really need to get these done" she quickly added when you pulled back and swirled your tongue over the sensitive tip. 
"I'll be in the my room when you're done" Kate smiled even though Yelena made no effort to make eye contact with the archer. 
Soon enough, Yelena was on the edge of tears from doing her best to be good for you and not cum, her fingers typing as fast as she could manage, her head slightly thrown back while she typed without looking. "Mommy, please!! M' almost done!" She cried as you gagged on her cock once again. Her balls falling heavy in your hands, you knew she was painfully close to letting her load blow down your throat. But you ignored her cries and continued to bob your head on her cock as she struggled more and more to finish the mission report. 
Her breathing picked up, she bucked her hips once more, "Do-Done! It's done!" she almost yelled as she looked down at you, tears building in her eyes, "please mommy, I did it!" she added. You pulled back and smiled softly, "Good girl, now you can cum down mommy's throat" you replied before taking her length back into your mouth. Her warm, salty cum shot filled your mouth rather quickly while she moaned your name.
"Thank you mommy! F-fuck!" she moaned, closing the lid of the laptop and sinking more into her chair. You swallowed her load before coming out from under the desk and kissing her letting her taste herself on your lips. "Take a minute to catch your breath darling, I'm going to get you some water then we'll get the next one done, do you think you can handle mommy keeping your cock warm this time?" You whispered in her ear before wandering out of the room leaving her a mess.
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Threesome with Yelena and Kate
Day Sixteen (Its November but fuck off. I'm not done)
YELENA BELOVA X FEM!READER X KATE BISHOP
Word Count: 2.3K
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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WARNINGS: Threesome, intense fingering (r!receiving), pussy eating (r!receiving), kissing w/tongue, partner sharing, slight impact play, strap-on use (Very brief), Yelena being a cocky shit (we love her), dom!Yelena, soft dom!Kate, sub!reader
SYNOPSIS: Your girlfriend, Kate, comes home to find you in bed already... with her friend... and what you two are caught doing takes the archer way too much by surprise. But what did she expect? It's Yelena; she wants everything that Kate has, including you.
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“L-Lena… Lena, p-please…”
“Shhhh… I know, detka, I know…”
“She… She’s gonna b-be home any mi-minute…”
“Then let us put on a little show for her, shall we?”
The sound of a door clicking had you going stiff on the bed, your heart racing and your legs threatening to squeeze shut. The blonde behind you yanked them apart, the rings on her fingers feeling so cold on your skin. “Ah, ah, ah… behave, little one.”
“Babe?” You heard your girlfriend’s voice echo downstairs from the front door, and you immediately attempted to hide your face away in the shoulder of the woman who was making you feel such intense pleasure that you couldn’t even see straight. “You home?”
“Come and join us, Kate Bishop,” The Russian assassin taunted. Heavy boots hit the staircase as she rushed up to where her bed was, stopping in her tracks at the sight before her. The feelings that raced through Kate’s body were like a roller coaster.
It was you, her girlfriend of over three years, naked as the day you were born with your legs spread wide open and leaning back against the fully clothed body of one Yelena Belova. The blonde’s right hand was holding your neck in a teasing manner while her left was rubbing between you slit that was glistening and dripping in the light of the lamp next to her bed.
“K-Katie,” You breathed through soft whimpers of pleasure, reaching out a little like you wanted her to be in the bed with you. Kate looked somewhat distraught. Her jaw was tight, and she was looking at Yelena like she wanted to set her on fire.
“What is this?” Kate demanded from the assassin who simply giggled and pressed a teasing kiss against your cheek. Her fingers slid down from your clit, and she grinned with an open mouth when her fingers pushed inside of you, and you let out the most pathetically loud cry of pleasure in your life.
“She’s so pretty, Bishop,” Yelena taunted, loving how your muscles clenched on her digits and watching them disappear inside of your warmth. “And you wanted to keep her to yourself? Is that not selfish?”
“She’s mine, Yelena,” Kate said aggressively, her hands clenching into fists as she stepped forward and you squirmed around on the bed between Yelena’s legs. The blonde felt how your pussy squeezed her fingers and chuckled darkly, much to Kate’s misery.
“Oh yes, she is most definitely yours,” Yelena purred against your ear, her accent so thick and heavy that you sobbed at how beautiful her voice was. “And yet… it is me she is going to cum for, is it not little one?”
“L-Lena, pl-please I…” You huffed, head falling back as you bucked your hips up against her hand. Yelena was grinning, loving how you were so desperate to cum that you didn’t care who was doing the touching right now. And she loved how much it was pissing off Kate, but she had yet to do a thing to stop her. If Yelena didn’t know any better… she would think that Kate was enjoying this more than she was showing.
The archer was standing close, her hands clenched into fists as she glared at Yelena but allowed her eyes to drift across your body. She admired the way your chest heaved from the intense breathing, how your hips rolled forward just right, and how your pretty pussy was swallowing her friend’s fingers so beautifully that it made her dizzy. Kate was jealous… But was she jealous that Yelena was fucking you, or that she wasn’t around for the whole thing?
“Come now Bishop,” Yelena teased, her fingers moving in and out of you even faster as she squeezed your throat and you saw stars behind your eyes. “Don’t just stand there with that cute expression… You must want to touch her now?”
“She belongs to me,” Kate demanded, regarding you like you weren’t even present in that moment. Yelena rolled her eyes and twisted her fingers inside of you just right that you couldn’t hold back any longer. The cry of pleasure rumbled out of you and Yelena cooed sweetly with how your ass lifted off the bed and you bucked your hips up against her hand. Like she was getting off to seeing you humping up on her fingers.
“K-K-Katieeeeee…” You grabbed your girlfriend’s hand and sobbed, pushing down as hard as possible onto Yelena’s fingers and listening to the deep and sultry coo of the assassin currently fucking your brains out. “P-P-Please… Please, please Katie… Katie, n-need you…”
“You heard her, Bishop,” Yelena smirked. “She needs you. Why not get to work?”
“This is…” Kate huffed, her cheeks turning the deepest red imaginable while trying to ignore the obvious wetness growing between her legs. Her jeans were already sticking against her skin, and she would want nothing more than to be the one down to fuck your brains out… but Yelena was holding you. Yelena was fucking you. “This is insane.”
“Stop being so rational, Kate,” The archer looked at the blonde, shocked that she only used her first name this time around. Yelena must have been serious. “All of us want this… why not give in to what you want?”
A long moment of tense silence passed. The only thing that could be heard was your heavy breathing and the sounds your pussy made as Yelena’s skilled fingers slid between your slicked folds. After too long, Yelena began to grow impatient and enticed Kate with a slap against your cunt, making you cry out in the apartment and bite down on your lip.
“Fuck it,” The last of Kate’s self-control dissolved as she tossed her jacket aside and flopped down on the bed between your legs. She grabbed Yelena’s hand, moving it away with bordering desperation before her entire mouth was against your pussy.
The noise you made had Yelena’s eyes rolling back as she grabbed your hip with one hand and pushed herself against you. Kate reached out and wrapped her arms around your thighs, devouring your pussy like it was her last meal. It was a messy combination of sounds. Slurps, licks, and muffled moans against you as she focused on your slightly gaped opening from the blonde’s fingers, teasing at it with her tongue and listening to your sweet sounds.
“I see why she likes you, Kate,” Yelena taunted, sliding one of her hands into Kate’s long black hair and holding her against your pussy. The same hand she just finished fucking you with. “You sure know how to please her, don’t you?”
A muffled “Shut up.” Came from Kate’s mouth still attached to your pussy as she looked up at you and admired the way your face contorted in pure filthy bliss. She was in heaven when she saw you like this… All whiny and whimpering with every stroke of her tongue against you. Kate pulled back for a brief moment to take a breath, spreading your lower lips apart and watching your hole clench around nothing and how her breath felt cold against your clit.
“Jesus Christ, Yelena,” Kate gaped at her hard handiwork. “You stretched her pretty pussy out so much. How many did she take?”
Yelena smirked before she released Kate’s hair and slid her fingers back down to your cunt. “Watch closely, Bishop…”
You barely had more than a few seconds of warning before Yelena was stuffing you full again. Four fingers, laying on top of each other to form almost a triangle shape as she plunged them completely inside of you. Kate was gaping at the sight, her own heart about to leap from her chest. “Fuck…”
“Your girl is quite the slut, is she not?” Yelena teased before retracting her fingers, making you feel empty again. You whimpered, licking your wet lips and leaning back against Yelena like she was the only thing keeping you from collapsing. “Are you done?”
Kate remembered when Yelena first asked her that before dousing boxed mac and cheese with sriracha sauce. A giggle left her throat and she grinned, biting her wet lip and kissing your inner thigh. Kate went from heated and upset to living within the moment. And this bothered her a lot less than she first thought… In fact, she was enjoying this. A lot.
“Not even close, Belova,” Kate slowly stood up from where she was between your legs, crawling a little until her face was inches away from Yelena’s. You reached out to hold her by the waist and keep her steady, feeling the blonde smirk next to your face leaning a little closer to the archer until she could smell your pussy on her face. “Now I want to eat something else.”
“Oh, I am sorry, Kate Bishop,” Yelena taunted. “But you are all out of macaroni.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Yelena.” And with that last snap, she was finally closing the distance, her lips pressing down on Yelena’s and making the ex-widow shudder with built-up pleasure. You bit down on your lip and began to leave soft little kisses against your girlfriend’s neck, loving this soft tender moment after the mixture of blistering pleasure from the both of them.
Yelena traced her tongue across Kate’s bottom lip, drowning in your taste and moaning into the kiss like she was having the time of her life. When it finally broke, you were whining. Yelena smirked and reached for your hair, grabbing the patch at the base of your neck and grinning like the Cheshire cat.
“Little one, you have no patience, and no manners,” That thick Russian accent had you whimpering all over again as you squirmed so you could face Yelena, heart racing as you shared a look with Kate. A moment passed before she nodded and gently rubbed against your back, giving you silent permission.
“I suppose,” You leaned forward yourself, wrapping both arms around Yelena’s neck and slowly pushing her down until the blonde was on the bed completely, her boots digging into the mattress and her eyes wide with confusion. “You will just have to teach me to behave, Lena…”
A moment of silence carried before Yelena grinned and flipped you over onto your back, holding you down and kissing at your lips with all of the hunger that Kate shared when she was eating you out. The sight had your girlfriend far more aroused than she wished to admit… why was it that seeing you and her friend making out was so fucking hot to her? What was it about Yelena pressing her fingers to your cunt all over again that made her entire body shiver with delight?
“Kate Bishop,” Yelena gasped into your lips, her heart racing a little as she leaned back just enough to start stripping off her jacket. You watched with raw excitement. Kate was suddenly in a trance as she bared witness to THE Yelena Belova stripping in front of her.
The blonde got down to just her bra and you grabbed at her belt, yanking on it aggressively and watching Yelena chuckle before she looked at Kate, seeing that the archer was drooling. “Bishop!”
“What?” Kate looked up, her ears turning pink with embarrassment for a second. “What? What did I do?”
“It is not what you did, but what you will do,” Yelena undid her belt and began pushing her tight jeans down over her hips and down her thighs. “Go into your box, and get the harness with the toy.”
“T-The strap? You mean the strap, Yelena?” Kate clarified, her stomach twisting and flipping with pure adrenaline as she was moving on autopilot and stepping towards the box by her window. Very quickly, she opened the lid and bit down on her lip, seeing the black harness with the dildo attachment still connected to it after she cleaned it last time. Obediently, she brought it over to Yelena and the blonde looked at her with confusion.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
“Uh… d-do you need help with the—”
“Kate, you misunderstand,” Yelena rolled her eyes teasingly before her pants were completely stripped away and she fell down on top of your body. You shivered at her cold skin on your burning hot flesh as she leaned down just long enough to kiss you before grabbing at the fabric of her underwear and moving it to the side. “You will be using it… on the both of us.”
“Y-You want me… to fuck you?”
“Yes!” Yelena answered like it was obvious before she looked down at you and chuckled. “Is your girlfriend always this ridiculous? Does she need help this often?”
You rolled your eyes and nodded a little. “Kate is… slightly vanilla in bed,” You teased, much to Kate’s dismay. The archer looked offended at your words and glared, challenging you to say more. You took the challenge. “She’s good, but she’s scared.”
“Really?” Yelena giggled, looking at Kate over her shoulder as she ripped the fabric of her panties like it was nothing, exposing the entirety of her glistening folds to the archer and making Kate bite down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. Fucking hell, Yelena’s pussy looked beautiful. “And to think she has a little freak like you within her arms and she cannot even bring herself to fuck you as hard as you need.”
“Oh, you want it hard?” Kate got angry, pulling her jeans off her hips in one swift motion and stepping into the harness. You bit down on your lip as Yelena smirked, waiting patiently for Kate to finally touch both of you. The straps were secured, and you shuddered at seeing the nine inch toy standing upright against Kate’s hips. She got down on the bed on her knees behind Yelena and reached down with both hands to grab the assassin’s ass. “You’ll get it hard, Belova.”
“T-Then get to work, Bishop,” Yelena teased, her arousal dripping down onto your own pussy and nixing your wetness together. Kate lined herself up with the blonde’s entrance and you watched in wonder as Yelena let out the most perfect, guttural, voice cracking moan of her entire life. You were practically drooling like a dog.
“Finally… you shut your mouth, Yelena.”
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screaminglygay · 5 months
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KINKTOBER day 10
pairing: darkish!marvel ladies x fem!reader, wanda x reader, natasha x reader, kate x reader, yelena x reader, carol x reader, maria x reader
sumarry: you were kiddnapped, but a group of the mightiest herous will save your life and you can´t be more thankful
warnings: kidnapping, guns mentioned, little dark themes, kissing, touching, dirty talk, smut!!!, eating out, nickname "sir", catching somone having sex, voyeurism kinda, slight angst, wanda controlling your mind, and also reading your mind, group sex mentioned, ladies talking about planning on using you, knife play a little, little shitty writting, it takes forever to get into something, oopsies, if anything else - let me know!
word count: 7k
an: our last day! little crazy how time flies, we wont get into it or ill cry, but truly thank you for all the likes, reblogs, shares and comments! im giggling like a little girl, since few of my favs here commented or likes something soooo thank u!!!! sm!
an2: it was fun and chaotic at the same time! i love you all, stay safe and hopefully i wont dip away.:P
(italics = your thoughts)
!MDNI!
Enjoy this last spooky day and be safe!
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You couldn´t see anything at all, the only sense you could count on right now is your hearing, which is not much of a helper. All you could hear is the engine running and some soft music playing in the front. 
You try to move, but your hands are tied together and so are your legs, trying to remeber what happened made your head hurt, so you quickly gave up on that.
After what felt like hours the car finally stopped. You open your eyes, but it is still pitch black, even when you hear someone open the doors, there is nothing in your sight. Then it hit you, you´re maybe in a box, that´s why it´s so hot and you can barely breathe here.
Trying to feel where you are is a good start and you were right, you are in a box. 
Someone opens the back of the car, and you feel that you´re finally moving, they put you down, which wasn´t the gentlest way, but since you´re tied up, these people probably don´t care about your well-being. 
"Open it," you hear an old man says. 
"Money first," this is someone else, someone who is standing right next to you, you´re still seeing pitch black and that is the most terrifying out of everything right now. Even if your try to run away, you don´t know where to, there could be fifty other guys standing there, so you´re in really shitty situation.
"No. I need to see if she´s alive and if it´s truly her." It´s the first voice again. 
"She is, now give me the money." 
What the hell is going on? They want my organs? But they wouldn´t want me alive? Or would they? Maybe they need the organs fresh, shit. My organs? 
Your overthinking is making your heart beat faster, than if you would run a marathon now. 
But is it really overthinking if this is the most possible outcome of this... deal? 
"I want to see her. I won´t give you shit, if I´ll found her dead inside the box." The man is clearly mad now. 
You can hear someone else coming, it sounds like a motorcycle. "Oh so you brought backup?" 
"Me? Stop fucking playing around." You can hear that both of them are unease, their voices are filled with anger and it´s just a question of time, when they will explode like a bomb. You´re hoping you won´t be the center of catastrophe. 
The motorcycle stops and you can hear someone re-load a gun. 
A gun? Holy shit. 
"Oh come on boys? What do you think you´re doing here, hm?" You can hear a woman speaking, her voice has a hint of smokiness and a certain level of strength, making it both captivating and commanding. It's a voice that demands attention and conveys a sense of experience and resilience. You could bet your life that you already heard this voice somewhere. 
You don´t really know what´s goining on, but you feel like they´re just pointing guns at eachother, at least that´s what you´ve imagined.
The lady chuckles. "You are all surronded, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide," it was a quiet for a little bit, after she starts to speak again, "I wouldn´t done that if I was you, see the red dots? Yeah I have backup. And yours? Already arested," she adds. 
Arested? Oh she´s from the police! Police! Yes! 
You can hear how someone is walking closer to you, but from a totally different way then you heard the people talk before. But that is the last think you think of, before you completly pass out. 
... 
Beep, beep, beep. 
Is all you can hear, before you can even open your eyes. You take a few deep breaths and with that, you slowly open them. The light isn´t as sharp as you thought it´s gonna be, so you blink a few times and your already adjusted to being awake.
Looking around give you an answer where you are, the hospital. All of your clothes are on the chair, packed in a plastic bag. So it must have ended good, the lady arested the bad guys and now you´re in the hospital, which isn´t your favorite place, but hey, you could be in a coffin now, so you see it as a win. 
You don´t even feel in pain, maybe you´re head hurt a little bit, but you´re used to it. You slowly trace your hand all over your body, but you think you´re all good. 
A person coming into your room pulls you out of your thoughts, as you look up at them, you notice is The Natasha Romanoff. One of The Avengers. One of the coolest people in the whole world! 
Your eyes widen at her standing next to you with a little smile on her face. "You´re finally awake, how are you feeling?" her voice was so soothing, you feel like she could bring you from dead if that was the case. 
As you observe Natasha´s outfit, you can't help but be drawn to her effortlessly cool and edgy style. She's wearing sleek, form-fitting black pants that hug her curves perfectly, adding a touch of boldness to her overall look. The pants highlight her long, lean legs, accentuating her confidence. Her choice of a white tank top underneath the black leather jacket is simple, it shows you just enough of her abs to let you know, that she could kill with them. 
"I- uh good. Great. Amazing." She chuckles at your answer. 
"So I assume the pills are working." She nods her head and sits on your bed. 
"Meds?" A noticable confusion is written on your face and Natasha speaks right away, to ease your nerves. 
"How much do you remeber, (Y/N)?" Natasha puts her hand on your forehead to check if you have a fever. 
"Um... I remeber being in a box and being scared," Natasha hums, "I also remeber having my hands and legs tied and I- uh remeber and then I just..." you shrug. 
"Okay." She nods again. "You don´t have to worry now, we took care of them and you´re safe." Natasha gives you a smile, that did make you feel way better. You knew she was a badass and pretty too, but in person? 
She´s stunning, how can someone be this perfect? Like it is not fair. 
"Althrough..." she sighs. 
"What? Althrough what?" 
"We´re not sure if they worked alone and knowing your status, we can´t risk you getting hurt again." She adds. 
"My status? I´m sorry, I have zero idea what you´re talking about." If you were confused before, then you don´t know what you are now. 
"Oh, detka. They did numbers on you." You could see the concern in her face. 
Numbers? On me? What?
"You were missing for few months and when me and the rest of the team found you.. you were unconsious. That was 2 weeks ago, we weren´t sure if you´ll wake up. But you did and that´s amazing news, but we need to make sure, that you are safe." Natasha takes your hand in hers. 
After that Natasha left you alone and you were trying to piece the things together, but everytime you tried, you got horrible headache. 
What status? Who- what? 
... 
During the first week, it was only Natasha who came to visit you. Each time you inquired about leaving the hospital room, she staunchly insisted that you should stay and rest. Even though you expressed your boredom and eagerness to step out of the room multiple times, assuring her that you felt better, she stood unwaveringly by her belief that you needed the rest after everything you had been through. 
She visited you everyday and you realized how sweet The Black Widow actually is and how much comfort she brings you in those confusing times. But you couldn´t help, but notice what her slight touches make you feel. Touching your forehead to make sure, you don´t have a fever. Touching your hand to get your attention or just putting your fallen hair behind your ear. 
She brushes your hair every morning, reads to you, she even brought you a coloring book, which always brought you some sense of comfrot. And if Natasha wouldn´t be the one who brought it out, you would completly forget that something as kidnapping has happened to you. 
... 
This morning Natasha is not alone, she softly knocks three times as she did each morning and then slowly walks in with another person behind her. 
"(Y/N), this is-" You cut Natasha off. 
"Wanda Maximoff!" You basically yell. "S-sorry, I just... I know who you are." You sligthly blush at the two women in front of you. 
Wanda chuckles. "That´s me. Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)." She comes closer and shakes your hand, her hand felt incredibly soft, like a gentle caress of silk against the skin, inviting warmth and comfort. 
"You don´t know what happened to you, but you remeber all of our names?" Natasha laughs as she teases. 
"I mean..." you shrug. "You are The Avnegrs! So of course I know who you are." You look away from Natasha´s gaze. 
"Sorry, that was a stupid joke." Natasha put few fallen pieces behind your ear and smiles at you. 
"No, no. It´s fine, you had a great point there." You smile back at her.  The readhead nods. "I brought Wanda, becuase she will take care of you now, for few days, before the doctors will release you." Nat smiles. 
"Oh really? When I´m going home?" You were so glad you´ll be home soon. 
Wanda just send a quick eyebrow raise to Nat. 
"What?" You look between the two women in the room. 
"Detka, you will be released from the hospital wing, but we still can´t promise there won´t be anyone waiting for you outside, so we decided that you will spend some time here, in the compound." 
"Oh." Natasha´s words caught you off guard as you really don´t know what to feel now. You couldn't help but blush and feel a bit shy as you heard Natasha call you by that nickname, but at the same time her words made you a little sad, you still have to kinda locked up.. 
Wanda notices right away, without having to read your thoughts, that you weren´t really sure about this scenario. "But I promise I´m way more fun, than boring Tasha. We can read, play games and after you´ll be on your legs we can bake, cook, I can teach you how to play guitar and many more exiting things!" You smile, that does sound good, but what about all of your clothes and... other stuff you had to have, before that incident. 
"We can go shopping too!" Natasha sends Wanda a quick glare as a warning. 
"Well... better to be bored than dead, right?" You chuckle, but none of them even smiled at your joke, which was incredibly embarrassing. 
"Don´t joke about that, detka." It was the first time you saw Natasha actually mad. 
... 
You are finally off the hospital wing, Doctor Cho told you that you need to rest and if there is anything wrong, you can call her asap. At the end she is working for the Avengers and getting calls in the middle of the night isn´t something unusual. 
Being a week with Wanda was so fun, she told you all the stories from her life, you watched many sitcoms together and her cooking skills are amazing! Anything she cooked for you, you crave for some more. You´re really positive about her putting some drug in the deserts, because everything was just so good and addicting, it´s not even possible. 
You two also spent hours on online websites shopping, for your new clothes, boots and everything you needed. Wanda payed for everything of course. Even though she told you, "Don´t worry about it," you still feel bad for spending so much of her money. 
You´re currently waiting for Wanda, to walk with you to the main room, for you to meet the rest of the team. You were very nervous, but if Nat and Wanda were so nice to you and made sure you were safe all the time, you believe that the rest of the team is the same. 
"There she is!" Wanda comes to you, hugging you closly. Like any other day, she was warm and you feel even better. 
"Here I am. But I can take it-" You say as Wanda grabs the one plastic bag with your stuff. 
"None of that, malysh. You need to rest." 
"This weights basically zero zero nothing, I could-" You met Wanda´s eyes, "thank you for taking my bag." You smile. 
"That´s what I´ve thought, malyshka." These nicknames will kill you, sooner or later.  The two of you went to the living room, which was a two floors above you. The ride in the elevator was quiet and comfrotable. 
Bing. 
Wanda immedietly links your hands with yours, which you don´t mind it at all, it´s actually calming your nerves and she knows it very well. There is no need to read your mind, your body is speaking for you this time, with your relaxed posture and the little adorable smile on your face. 
"They are nice, but little... hectic and full of energy. If anything, let me know and we can go to the bedroom." Wanda smiles. 
"Thank you, WanWan," you smile back, if her and Nat can give you nicknames, you will think of something too. "I think I can manage, um... will Nat be there?"
Wanda smiles at her new nickname and then shakes her head, "Natasha is coming later tonight, you know, Avengers stuff." You simpy nod. 
You could hear the other teammates right away, but you hear only women´s voices. You were honestly glad. Not like you don´t like the male Avengers, but... they are still males, so you already felt more comfortable knowing there are only bunch of ladies. 
Wanda opens the door for you and walks right behind you. "Ladies, I´d like you to meet someone, someone very special, so please don´t attack her with questions or any other... things." She giggles and you look around and you feel like in a dream. 
Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, and Maria Hill are all seated on a comfortable, oversized sofa, while Wanda still stands beside you. 
"Hai," you whisper as you awkwardly put your hand up in some sort of a wave. 
All you could hear was all sorts of greetings, "Hi! Hello! Oh finally, hey!..." The sudden outpour of warmth takes you by surprise, and you can't help but blush and offer a shy smile in response to their overwhelming hospitality. 
"Easy, ladies!" Wanda quickly says. 
"Move, Maximoff." The Captain Marvel herself says as she stands up. 
"No. All of you are like a bunch of hawks and (Y/N) is tiny, not a chance I will leave her all alone in this." Wanda grips your hand tighter. 
You blush as you look at Carol. 
"Im Carol, nice to meet you, (Y/N)." She smirks at you. 
"I- I know... and you are Maria, Kate, Yelena," you smile as you point at each of them. 
Wanda giggles. "She is our big fan," she explains. 
"Ohh, is she?" Maria finally speak, "do you kow the rest of the ladies?" 
"The rest?" You look at her, not knowing, who is the rest. "You´re living here with everyone? Like everyone? Where are the guys?" you obviously have many question. 
"Most of us do, but sometimes there is a mission of world so-" Carol is cut off by Maria. 
"Don´t start with this bulshit, Danvers. Like you´re something special, just because you can travel to space..." The brown haired girl rolls her eyes. 
"I didn´t say I´m special, you did." Carol winks at her.  Wanda leans closer to you and whisper right into your ear. "This is a daily basis on here, you´ll get used to it," she giggles and so did you. 
"To answer your quiestion fully," Kate clears her throat, "all the ladies live here, all of us got room and it´s just like a never ending sleepover." Kate chuckles, she is probably the same age as you, or little older, which makes you feel better around everyone. 
"And no. There are no guys. Is that a bad thing?" Yelena says without zero emotion in her voice. 
"No! No, no, no! I mean I bet they are great, but I´m into girls. I mean... as a fact, I think you guys," you point at them, "just do it better. Way badass, smarter, faster, everything is just waaay better, you know?" you tried to save youself, but it didn´t work at all. Even Yelena has a slight smirk on her face. 
"You were right, Maximoff. She is cute." Yelena nods towards you and Wanda. 
"So you´re into ladies?" Kate smiles. 
"No, yes. I mean yes, but I didn´t mean it like that in the previous context," you answer her. 
"What was the context then?" Now it was Wanda speaking right into your ear. 
You are quiet for a second and then just shrug, "I guess i didn´t want to talk shit about the male Avengers." you chuckle. 
"Don´t worry, we won´t tell them." Kate laughs. 
"Well... if you know a lots of things about us, isn´t it fair for us to know little something about you too?" Carol sits on a couch next to Maria. 
"Go sit, malysh, I´ll bring you something to drink." Wanda sligtly pushes you towards the couch, when her hand leave your lower back, you already miss her touch. 
You sit between Kate and Carol, while Maria stares at you with a slight smirk. So you quickly look at the youngest Avenger, and you can already tell, that she´s really exited to talk to you and get to know you better. 
You sit nervously between Carol and Kate, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the attention. Carol leans back confidently, a smirk on her face. "So, what's your thing, hobbies, what´s your favorite food?" 
"Um, well, I like uh, reading. And I enjoy cooking as well." 
Kate is like a exited pupppy. "That's cool! Any favorite books? Oh, and, do you have a go-to pizza topping?" 
Wanda comes back with the water and place it on the table, giving Kate a stern look, "easy Bishop," then she sits on the chair right in front of you. 
"I love reading fantasy novels. And, for pizza, I'm a sucker for pepperoni." 
Maria and Yelena, watching you, listen intently, their interest evident in their expressions. 
Carol smiles, "That's awesome. We should have a cooking night together sometime. What do you say?" 
You and Wanda make eye contact "Well... I already planned that with Wanda, so..." 
"Oh really, Maximoff? We´re already calling dibs? That is not fair." Carol rolls her eyes. 
"Or all of us can cook together?" You smile at Carol. 
"Carol in the kitchen is the worst way of dying, so it´s a no for me." Yelena mumbles and leaves the room, Maria following closely behind. "Agreed."
"I can teach you! The simple things are not that hard, right Wanda?" 
The girl infront of you just sighs and nods, "Sadly it´s not." 
"Oh come on, don´t be so harsh on her, I bet it´s not that terrible... right?" You feel more and more comfortable with all the ladies around you. 
... 
"It´s not that terrible, right?" Wanda mocks you as you see flour flying, ingredients get mixed up, and the result is far from what the recipe intended. 
Wanda and Kate exchange amused glances, but they both maintain their composure, trying not to laugh. You, though, can't help but chuckle, as you didn't expect this level of chaos in the kitchen. 
Carol, with a sheepish grin, looks at her culinary creation. "I promise, I'm better at saving the world than making food." 
"You better be, Danvers." Wanda smirks as she smacks her dirty hand on Carol´s ass, leaving a white mark on her black sweatpants. 
"Oh you´re so in, Maximoff!" Carol turns around and runs for her, to get her revange. 
You and Kate burst into laughter, all in good spirits. Despite the kitchen disaster, the shared experience brings the group closer together. 
You jump on the messy kitchen counter, smiling from ear to ear. "That was... fun." 
Kate nods and turns to look at you, "yup." She moves closer to you and touch your nose with her finger from... butter? You guess. "But at least now you see why is Wanda doing all the cooking. Sometimes Nat, but mostly our witchy." Kate is being very close to you know, her hands resting on your thighs. 
"Fair point." You look down and blush, "maybe we should start cleaning?" 
Kate shakes her head, "Wanda does a little poof and everything is clean, don´t worry about that." 
"If Wanda survives." You point out. 
"True." Kate chuckles. 
"You have very blue eyes." You don´t know where this comment came from. 
"I do, yeah. And you have very y/e/c eyes, (Y/N)." Kate is now whispering. 
Nodding your head seem like the only good idea, since you don´t trust your voice at the moment. 
"Would you like me to show you around and maybe later show you my room?" Kate asks, while staring at you. 
"Oh are you flirting, Kate Bishop?" You roll your eyes at her. 
She tilts her head, "what? You have such a dirty mind, miss (Y/N). I am not flirting with you, you would notice if I would." She squeezes your thighs and step away from you, "you going or what?" She smirks at you. 
And with the most dramatic groan you jump off the counter and follow her through the compound. 
... 
After Kate showed you around, you were positive that you need a map, because there is no way you would remeber all the catacombs and shortcuts. No way. 
And final stop, Kate´s floor. Warm, soft light streams into the room from a string of fairy lights above the windows, creating a cosy atmosphere. In one corner, a leather chair and a sleek, modern desk scattered with papers from her most recent missions indicate her dedication as a superhero. A collection of classic bass guitars in another corner, all neatly organized. Her two worlds—the life of an skilled archer and the spirit of adventure of a young hero—combine in balance in the room. 
"Oh my god- it´s so cozy in here!" You smile as you look around, seeing all the bows and special arrows on the wall. "Wow," you mumble as your hand wants to touch her black bow with silver ornaments on it, "may I?" 
"Go ahead, I don´t use these." She smiles. 
Your finger traces those shapes up and down, but your attention switches into something else, many pictures on the wall made you giggle out loud, "No way! You have Halloween nights here?!" You look at a few pictures on the wall, but one catches your eye right away.  
As you gaze at the Halloween picture, you can't help but smile at the fun and creativity captured in the snapshot. In the center, Kate Bishop stands proudly, dressed as a demon, her costume is complete with horns, pitchfork, and an impish grin that perfectly matches her cocky spirit. 
To her left, Maria Hill is a regal Queen of Hearts, her costume rich in detail, from the heart-adorned scepter to the ornate, card-themed headdress, giving her an air of authority with a playful twist. That she has even without this costume. 
Beside Maria, Natasha Romanoff stands as the Queen of Spades, her costume exuding an air of confidence. Her attire is a perfect blend of elegance and danger, with a spade symbol adorning her crown. And of course, her one and only iconic smirk. 
Wanda Maximoff, on the other hand, adds a touch of the Wild West to the group as she confidently portrays a cowboy. Her fringe-trimmed jacket, wide-brimmed hat, and toy six-shooter holster create a vibrant, yee-haw Western charm. 
Carol Danvers, in contrast, takes on a divine role, embodying a goddess with her shimmering costume and ethereal accessories. Around her waist, a gilded belt cinches the gown, emphasizing her muscle figure. It is adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that hint at ancient mysticism. Her accessories are no less impressive – a tiara with sparkling gemstones graces her brow, and her wrist cuffs shimmer with a radiant energy. 
Finally, Yelena Belova channels her inner child (kinda) as she steps into the shoes of Lara Croft. Her outfit mimics the iconic video game character's attire, complete with dual holstered pistols, a utility belt. 
"You thought we´re boring or what?" Kate walks up behind you.
"A little bit." You admit, "but this looks so fun! I´m quite upset I´ve missed that." 
"Don´t worry, you´ll get an opportunity. But I´ll bite, what would you dress up as?" Kate voice sending shivers down your spine. 
"Hm..." you turn around, "I take Halloween very seriously, so..." you try to think. "Well since Wanda was a cowboy, I would go as a reversed cowboy. You know, put a little UNO reverse card on my head. It´s funny and also good effort." You giggle. 
"Oh, sweet sweet (Y/N), you´re wilder than I thought," Kate chuckles, "I like that idea, now I´m quite upset too, you would be such a fun to our little party." She winks. 
You´re stomach feels like it´s filled with butterflies, that are trying to get into your whole body. 
"You feel my flirting, huh?" Kate smirks again. 
"Oh shush, I don´t want to boost your ego." You want to turn around, but Kate grabs you by your waist. 
"You don´t need to, pretty girl." 
"Kate..." You´re glancing at her lips, then back into her blue eyes and then back on her lips. 
"Hm?" Kate knows and you know that she knows and that makes you even more frustrated. 
"I- I don´t know what to s-" you barely whisper. 
"Then don´t say anything, I´ve got you. It´s all good, you´re safe with me here, okay?" Kate whispers and with you nodding your head, Kate leans in and your lips connect. Her lips are incredibly soft. Second ego, you were shy around the archer, but now, you want more, you crave more. She´s holding your hips, her strong grip making you feel secured and that´s all it matters now. 
As you found yourself captivated by the enchanting presence of the Bishop girl, it was a moment of shared intimacy, and none among you were present enough to recognize the subtle observe of the Witch and Captain. The door had been unintentionally left ajar, providing an unanticipated point for the two observers. From their concealed perch, they had a front-row seat to the scene. This unintentional voyeurism presented a silent spectacle that would be etched in the memory of all involved, forever preserving that delicate moment. 
"Really? Bishop is the first one?" Carol whispers, and Wanda gazes at her with a mix of understanding and frustration. She senses the storm in Carol, and it resonates with her because she feels the same emotions. Deep inside, Wanda hoped she would be the first to share that intimate moment with you. She had been so close, with Natasha temporarily away, but fate had other plans, and Kate Bishop claimed the coveted position first.
"Look, Carol, she´s really into it." Wanda´s jealous thought disappears, as she sees you pulling Kate closer and slightly biting her lip. 
"How many weeks did Natasha said to wait? 8-9? And we will discuss it? I knew it was bulshit." Carol chuckles. 
Wanda smirks and takes a picture of you and Kate making out, sending it straight to Natasha, with a message on it 'What if our new plaything is not waiting?' 
After literally 5 seconds, Wanda´s phone lit up with a new message from Natasha, 'omw.' 
... 
After your pretty heavy make out session with Kate, everything was different around the compound. Kate was by your side almost every minute and the other girls were as well. Everyone but Natasha. You didn't know if you did something wrong or if she had just a lot of avenger's work, but you wanted her attention. 
“I wouldn't go there, right now.” Maria says as she somehow appears right behind you. 
You were just about to knock on Natasha´s door to her office. Due to Maria, you pull your hand away, “why?” 
“She´s just not in the right mood now.” The agent explains. 
“Well, me neither, so-” you turn around and knock three times. 
“You´re really stubborn, huh?” Maria chuckles and turns around, walking away. 
“I already told you that I don´t have the time for your-” you hear behind the door, until the door opened, “oh, it´s you.” Natasha´s voice went from raspy angry spy to nice Natty, who used to brush your hair every morning, when you have been in the hospital wing. 
“It´s me.” You smile a little and without another word you step inside her office. 
Natasha watches you; she tilts her head waiting for your next move. 
“I kinda invited myself, sorry. But I have a question.” You give her office a quick glance, nothing original, just a big modern office, with lots of paperwork everywhere.  
The view is special though, you can take in the lush expanse of the garden, every detail from the blooming flowers to the trees. And beyond the garden's beauty, the panorama stretches out to reveal the entire cityscape. Skyscrapers rise majestically, their windows reflecting the sunlight, while the urban landscape sprawls in all directions.    “I´m listening.” The redhead closes the door. 
“Did I do something wrong? Or... like why don’t we talk anymore? You barely look at me when you come into the room, I just- did I do something wrong? I know you have a lot of work because the people who tried to... you know, but uh- like what's going on, Natty?” The nickname slips out and you don’t even notice, but Natasha did, she always notices those small details. 
You can hear her sigh, that´s never a good sign. 
Shit. 
“Detka, sit.” She nods towards the chair in her office, and you quickly did so. “It´s not like I don’t want to talk to you, I do. But I just thought that you´re already taken and I do not mess into someone else's business.” That was a lie, another one, that you can´t catch on. 
“What do you mean?” You quickly mumble, feeling like a kid who did something bad, since Natasha is standing above you now. 
“You and Kate.”  
“We- we uh are not dating, if that’s what you're asking.” You blush. 
“I'm not asking, (Y/N). But I would appreciate if next time you would be honest with me.” Natasha turns around. 
“But I am! We are not dating, we- are just friends.”  
“Friends?” Natasha turns back to face you, looking down at her phone scrolling, trying to find a picture that Wanda send to her. “Is this what friends do?”  
Shit, where did she get the picture?! 
“I-” you can't find any words that would help. You feel horrible, even though you didn’t do anything wrong, or did you? 
“I need to work now, to keep you safe, remember? So... if that´s all, see you at dinner.” Natasha looks sad, incredibly sad in fact. She opens the door for you and without anything else you leave. 
After few minutes of standing behind Natasha´s door, you decided that you need to blow off some steam and the Avengers compound has everything, so some boxing and sauna after don´t sound like a bad idea at all. Even though you had a boxing class like once in your life, you´ll manage, at least that´s what you hope. 
… 
It was not actually that bad, you feel exhausted, but also little better, hoping that sauna will do the rest of the magic.  
What you didn’t know is that you're not the only one craving to ease your nerves there. 
As you open the door you see quite a pleasing sign in front of you, Carol Danvers eating out Wanda right in the sauna, where you wanted to rest. You are like a deer caught in the lights, before you can say anything, the witch notices you and smirk. 
“We have an audience, Captain,” she whispers between her moans. 
Carol turns her head, and her eyes meet yours, “wanna join?” the blonde one chuckles as Wanda slaps her hand playfully. 
You don´t answer, you´re too occupied staring at Carol´s well-defined arms, you can see her veins, which switch something inside you. 
“Earth to (Y/N),” Wanda chuckles, “would you like to finish me, malyska?” 
“N-no, sorry! Shit! I didn´t know that- you uh- it will be occupied!” and with that you run away. 
“She was staring at you.” 
“She was basically drooling.”  
“Oh please! Don't let it get to your head! 
“Do you want to cum or not?” 
“Yes, captain.” 
“Then shut your pretty mouth.” Carol smirks as she dives back into the witch´s sensitive spot. 
… 
“I didn’t know Carol and Wanda are dating,” you sip from your newly opened water bottle. 
“Um... they are not.” Kate looks at you. 
“I´m pretty sure they are,” small giggle is escaping your mouth. 
“How so?” The taller girl tilts her head, “I´ll bite.” 
“I found them in the sauna together!” You look at Kate, “and they were... you know...” 
“Naked? Well that´s usually the scenario in the sauna, (Y/N).” She laughs. 
“I mean yeah they were naked, but they were... being close, intimate!” 
Kate is obviously not catching what you're trying to say. 
“They were fucking, Bishop.” Yelena says as she enters the kitchen. “Carol has pretty high sex drive since she´s ‘off planet’ most of the time.”  
“Oooh!” Kate says as she understands you now, but she does not look shocked. 
“So, they are like friends with benefits kind of a thing?”  
“If you want to label it, then I guess.” Yelena shrugs and you blush, imagining what you have seen earlier. 
Carol and Wanda then enter the kitchen as well, you don´t dare to look into their eyes, but you can feel that they are staring at you. You can bet anything in the world that they are also smirking. “What´s for dinner? I'm kinda hungry.” Captain Carol says. 
“You´ve just ate, Danvers!” Kate says it in a teasing way, which makes Wanda giggle and Yelena smirk. 
“But I would still eat some more, what do you say Bishop, you up for it?” the blonde one tilts her head. But even the chuckle she lets out sounds like she means it. 
You are too stunned to speak or even move a little. You see Natasha and Maria coming to the kitchen as well, hoping one of them will save you from blushing and slowly melting away. The trained spy notices your shy behavior right away. “What did you do to our little one?”  
It´s like she pushes the small ‘argument’ you had away when she sees you struggling.  
“Nothing!” Wanda says. 
“Yet.” Carol ads. 
“She just caught Danvers and Maximoff fucking in the sauna.” Yelena explains. 
You instantly want to leave the room, not that you would be uncomfortable, but you can feel yourself getting too excited, just being with these women in one room is too much to handle, talking about sex? Seeing them have sex? You´re questioning how are you still alive. 
“Detka...” Natasha starts, all eyes are on you right now. 
“Hm?” Is all you can menage to let out, hoping it would satisfy all of them, but you´re wrong, shockingly, right? The Black Widow clears her throat, and your body automatically makes you look up at her. “I didn´t meant to, I just... wanted to use the sauna and Carol with Wanda were just there um-”  
“If I clearly remember Wanda and I were both inviting you, so I don’t see the issue here.” Carol smirks at Wanda. 
You bite the inside of your cheeks, hoping it will calm you down. 
“There was a moment that I thought you would join us, malysh. And I think that you do too, am I right?” The witch knows exactly what your thoughts were about, she´s pushing you to just admit it. 
“Um- no! No, not at all. No. I was- definitely not.” you shake your head more than you should, but you can´t help it. Trying to make it more believable, but you're failing, miserably. “Not that I think you don´t look great, you do! Your bodies were- are phenomenal! But uh-” 
You are cut off by Wanda slapping Carols hand, “I told you she was staring.” 
“And I told you, she was drooling,” Carol sends you a wink and you quickly look away from her. 
“Okay, ladies. Give her a second and you,” Natasha locks eyes with you, “how about we move to couch, you will sit down and take a few deep breaths, alright detka?” The redhead smiles at you as her soft hand touches you, leading you to the living room. You can just nod, but you're happy, because Natasha doesn’t look mad or upset anymore, actually there is this look in her eyes, you can´t quite point a finger what it means, but her eyes kind of shifted somehow. 
After a few minutes of Natasha saying sweet nothings, you calm down a bit, she whispers, “It´s okay to look, you know. No need to feel shy about it. Honestly, we all do appreciate a good compliment, especially from a pretty girl like you, (Y/N).” And there it is again; your cheeks are flushed, and your heart is beating fast again. 
“How about we all help? To make you feel better, that is what you want right?” Wanda comes in, her hands slowly massaging your stiff shoulders.  
“I- I don’t want to bother you, or like-” you stutter out, your mind being a little fuzzy, you just feel tingles all around you, in you, everywhere. 
“Shhh, we promised we will help you out, so just let us.” Wanda whispers in your ear. 
“Or not and we will find our way.” Maria finally speaks. “Besides, it would not be fair, Kate already had her time with you, and we all are good friends, we share things. That´s just how it works here.”  
You look at Kate, who's now standing in front of you, looking down at you with a smile on her face, that is telling you, that she does not have any regrets of throwing you into the cage full of hungry tigers. Infact, she looks like a kid on a Christmas Eve. Suddenly, your mind is craving any touch. 
What's going on? 
‘You want this, shhh, you´re safe. Everything is okay. Just enjoy this.’ 
I want this. So much. 
‘That is right, malyshka.’ 
Wanda nods, giving a signal to the rest of the girls. Kate immediately knowing what to do, she basically sprints out of the room to get some stuff from the ‘Avengers special room’, it´s not even a minute and she's back with some ropes, wand, few straps, and handcuffs.  
It´s your first time with them, so they don’t want to overstimulate you that much. Other toys for other days. 
Maria takes the ropes and starts to tie your hands together, putting them above your head, “Keep them there.”  
“Yes, -” you stop yourself and Maria raises her eyebrow, she knows that you wanted to use your manners and address her by a title, but your little messy head does not know which one to use. 
“Sir.” She smirks and you nod a little. 
“Yes, sir,” you give her a little smile, it makes so much sense, that this is her title. 
“Already being so good?” Natasha kisses your forehead, going to the kitchen and making sure she's putting the phone in a good place for the perfect angle of her little movie. 
Lots of things are happening and you feel people touching you all over your body. Hill finishes tying your hands together and she comes to Natasha, both of them are saying something, but you can't hear at all. Your attention is now on Wanda and Kate, they are slowly tying your legs together, is hot, but adorable at the same time as the witch is teaching the young archer how to do the perfect knot. 
Carol is already without her clothes, having only a big strap on herself as she is adjusting the harness and even though you saw her naked already, you don’t think you could get enough of her. 
Suddenly there are some lips on yours, when they pull away, you notice it´s Yelena, you smile at her instinctively. She is a bit harsh, but you actually like it that way, and both of you know it. “Have fun, when you´re done here, come to my room. Understood?” 
You nod, again, “Understood, yes,” you whisper. 
Yelena just smiles a little, and slaps your cheek, which caught you off guard, but it sends shivers down your body, making your pussy even more wet. You´re positive that you´re already making so much mess. 
Carol finally comes to you and picks you up, without a word she places you on the table in the living room, making you the center of attention. But you don’t want her to let go of you, she's so warm and her strong embrace is making you feel like the most secured person in the entire milky way.  
“Don´t worry, malysh. Captain is very cuddly after sex.” Wanda sends you a wink as her and Kate finishes the tight knots on your legs. 
Natasha comes with a knife in her hand, slowly cutting through your clothes and with a slight smirk she says with such a rasp in her voice, “who wants to go first?” 
THANK YOU FOR READING! 💕💕💕
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yelenaslyubov · 2 months
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Twin Size Mattress (yelena belova university AU)
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a/n: heyyyy everyone! well i kept my promise one way or another and i finally have a piece written for you all! i’m sorry if it’s not up to par compared to my other stories, but it’s been a while and i feel a little rusty when it comes to this type of thing. i wanted to try something different for this time around and i think i accomplished that. also, let me know if you guys like the university AU aspect of this bc i might just be able to continue it a little bit (i say maybe loosely lol). in addition, i added a fun little moment of adding the outfits the characters would be wearing!! i hope you guys enjoy this new story and hopefully there will be more to come! it’s good to be back🥹🥹i hope to see more of you soon🫶
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova (AU) x reader
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, fingering, oral, dom!reader, mentions of alcohol, language
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: you and yelena have been going to college together for the past couple years. when a college football game commences, you and yelena spend the day together and finish it off with a bang
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 3.7k
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ yelena’s outfit
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ reader’s outfit
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The pressing weight of your backpack dug into your shoulders as you quickly made your way to Yale’s school of art. Though your major was in English, you had connections that allowed you to use the photography facilities located elsewhere. Your bag was full of books, film equipment, and the negatives that you were anxious to develop.
It was college game day, the Harvard vs. Yale game to be more specific, so shoving through blue and red crowds of students was at the bottom of your list. Your trip to the dark room had to be short because even though you hated the idea of all things sports, you felt that tradition outweighed your personal grievances.
As you shut the door to the room and found yourself alone with the quiet, red space, your mind seemed to lighten. The pictures you had brought with you made their way out of your bag and into the developing process. You went through the usual motions until you hung them up to dry. Before you were beautiful headshots and silhouettes of your roommate, Yelena.
While most were taken with the consent of Yelena, there were some too extraordinary to possibly miss out on. The red hues accentuated the curves you so desperately longed to stroke. Of course, this information was unbeknownst to her.
She was the reason why you were so anxious to develop the pictures. Looking through the lense that wonderful day made you so much more excited to see them all finished. The day had been an exciting one. During the summer before the two of you went back to school you had a day at the beach. The weather was perfect, and she was perfect. She wore this lilac swim set that complimented her blonde hair and summer kissed skin so well you thought you would never be able to tear your eyes away from her.
As you went through each picture of her smiling, laughing, and being her usual self you came across the pictures that you tried so hard not to take. Your desire got the better part of you at this moment. The pictures arose of her laying belly down on her towel, a perfect view of her toned back paired with her other curves you could barely speak of. It was hard not to think about that day without becoming wildly sad that she had no idea you liked her with everything inside you.
These few intimate pictures would go where the rest of them are; hidden away in your journal. It was easier this way because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship that you valued so much. But what if she felt the same? You pulled yourself out of your delusions or else you might start to have hope.
She must have read your mind because your phone started ringing and as you pulled it out of your bag, Yelena’s face was vibrating on your screen.
“Hello?” you answered
“Where are you? You better not still be in that stupid dark room!” The sound of massive crowds were loud on the other side of the phone, but your voice drowned out every noise that could be taking place.
“Ha, funny story…”
“Seriously! The game starts soon, y/n. Hurry!”
“You miss me or something, Belova?”
She chuckled once. “And if I did?”
There was silence on your end because your one moment of bravery was already spent, leaving you speechless. “Uhm I’ll start heading your way right now. I should only be about 15 minutes out.”
“Perfect, I’ll save you a seat!”
“Thanks, Lena. Love you, bye,” you said naturally.
It was only then did you realize the words that slipped out of your mouth. Love you, really? You hoped that she thought it wasn’t how you really meant it.
After your stupid mistake, you took your pictures, tucked them away in your journal, and took off out of the building. The day was sunny but the fall crisp in the air took the edge off of the heat from the sun. Even from far away you could hear the triumph of the marching band playing their game day songs. Though your dislike of sports was one thing, there was a certain feeling you got on days like this; the music, the people, the adrenaline, that really made you succumb to the American tradition.
Finding Yelena in the crowd would be the easy part, the hard part would be keeping your eyes off her the entire afternoon. Luckily, she generally picked the same area each game day to sit so it wouldn’t be an extreme challenge to spot her out.
Your suspicion came true when you saw her jumping up and down a few aisles up from the front towards the 40 yard line. She was dressed in her usual Yelena chic, but with a hint of school spirit. You smiled to yourself at her excitement for the game and waited to see if she noticed you walking up to greet her.
“You’re here!” she yelled. She shuffled through other people on her row and fell into your arms. The strong smell of her cologne filled your nose and warmed your heart. You hugged her tightly back and squeezed the leather jacket that was draped around her. “You almost missed the game,” she whined.
“Lena, kickoff hasn’t even started, but I see that hasn’t stopped you from starting early.” You eyed the cold beer she had in her Yale koozie.
“Oh hush and let me be. Now get in there so we can watch.” As you were sneaking past other students Yelena tapped you on the ass and giggled. This was nothing unusual for Yelena, but each time she did it, it made your cheeks glow red.
The two of you settled into your places in the stadium surrounded by a couple of your friends and watched the game begin. The first half of the game was intense with each team up and down on scores. When the buzzer sounded to notify it was halftime everyone seemed to sigh in relief. The crowds started to shuffle again to take a quick intermission before the second half.
“So y/n, what photos were you able to get this time?” Yelena asked.
It was the question you were avoiding answering. If you pulled out the few you wanted to show her, the rest you spent your time hiding would be exposed as well.
“Oh they weren’t anything important, just a couple rolls I hadn’t developed yet.” You tried to play it cool not to give it away.
“Everything of yours is important to me.” Her saying that just made it so much harder to keep them all a secret. “Come on, please show me.”
She gave you her best pouty face and it was so unfortunate that it worked. You rolled your eyes and tried to open the journal in your bag so you could find the pictures you wanted her to see. Once they were all collected you passed them over to her and her face lit up.
“The day at the beach! I remember these.” She flipped through them with a grin on her face. She laughed when the picture of you popped up with your pants soaking yet from the ocean waves. “You were so pissed.”
“Pissed is an understatement,” you added. She smiled up at you and your stomach was tied up in knots. You weren’t sure whether it was the dimples that just so sneakily showed up, her rosy lips, or the bright green eyes that you could finally see without her sunglasses getting in the way.
“These are so amazing— you’re amazing. I need copies of these,” she begged.
“Anything for you,” you smiled.
“Anything?” Yelena smirked.
Your cheeks darkened red. “Shut up.” You shoved her a little with your shoulder.
By the time you showed all your creations off to Yelena the second half of the game was in full swing.
The second was more intense than the first due to Yale being behind for most of the game. Yelena was starting to become too anxious for your liking, and you hoped for her sake that you guys could pull out the win. There was a minute left on the clock and Yelena practically had your arm in a chokehold.
“Fucking run the ball, jackass!” Yelena yelled.
“Hey now, you wanna simmer down a little for me?” you asked, hoping to calm her down a bit.
She chuckled a little and leaned into your arm more. “Sorry, sorry. Anything for you,” she mocked from your previous words.
She quickly turned her head back so she could enjoy the last minute of the game. Her grip only became tighter around your arm as the clock ticked down to the wire. The whistle sounded to indicate that Yale called for a timeout. They needed to sort out their plans if they were going to try and pull out this win. They were down 28-24 with only around 30 seconds to go.
Once they were back in the game the crowd went wild, Yelena included. Number 13 got a hold of the ball and ran all the way to the end zone for a touchdown. Yelena screamed like she never had before and threw her hands up in the air. You cheered along with her at your school’s win. Yelena jumped into your arms out of excitement and you held her tightly as you swept her up in the air.
“We did it, Lena!” you cheered.
She found her footing back on the ground and she grabbed your face and looked into your eyes. “We did it!” The pure shock on your face made her recoil back a bit which resulted in her having matching cheeks just like yourself. “Uh- I- I’m sorry.”
“No, no. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you smiled. “Let’s just get out of here before we’re all packed in.”
You said goodbye to your friends right before a Yelena grabbed your hand to lead you through the crowd. You knew it meant nothing, but having your hand in hers was a dream come true.
When you had made it out of the crowd, it seemed as though the two of you forgot you were still linked together. You quickly broke it off before she could say anything about it.
“So, are we going to keep walking with nowhere to go or are you taking me out?” Yelena smirked.
“Am I what?” you questioned.
“You really are worked up today.” Yelena laughed, but you knew it was true and you didn’t know how else to hide it.
“Why don’t we go back to my dorm? My roommate isn’t there like usual so we could watch a movie or something?”
“Do you have popcorn?” she asked and you nodded. “Then it’s a deal.”
The two of you talked and laughed on the walk to your dorm. Like usual, Yelena made it so difficult to not stare at her. She had such a unique confidence that drew you deeper and deeper into her presence. The way she carried herself was like no other.
When you made it into your room Yelena immediately started searching for your snacks that you kept in the drawers under your bed. You set your things down on your desk and sat down in your chair.
“Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes?” Yelena asked.
“I don’t know why you even ask anymore, Lena. Your closet consists of half of my clothes anyway,” you laughed.
She rolled her eyes and started taking her clothes off to change. Trying not to watch her change was not easy to come by. You turned around in your chair and pretended to unload your back from the day. What Yelena didn’t know is that your mirror allowed the perfect angle to see different parts of her.
What really got you was the matching black bra and underwear that revealed itself as she took her clothes off. This surprise caused you to knock a few things off your desk in the process, one of them being your journal. Naturally, Yelena turned around to try and help.
“What did you do, get angry and throw things off the desk?” Yelena laughed. It was awful timing to have other pictures that Yelena did not see poking out of your journal. “What are these?”
“Oh, you don’t have to-”
“Y/n, what are these?”
“Just pictures…”
Yelena stared at you puzzlingly as she picked up the journal off the floor and opened it to reveal the hidden pictures inside. Her brows furrowed as she inspected each one in great detail.
“Y/n, these are…so beautiful.”
You stood there staring down at the pictures or anywhere else in the room, just so you didn’t have to look at her.
“Why didn’t you show me these?” Yelena’s voice was softer now, more gentle. “Y/n?”
“I-I don’t know… I guess I thought you would think it was weird,” you replied shyly.
“Why would it be weird?”
Shit. If you told her why then she would know how you felt, but if you say nothing at all that’s not any better. You were stuck.
“I don’t know…”
She searched your face from any indication of an explanation. There was so much happening that you almost forgot Yelena was half naked.
“These are beautiful.”
“Only because you’re in them,” you bravely said.
Yelena blushed, something you didn’t see very often. “Damn y/l/n, you sure do know the way to my heart.”
“I’m serious.” You felt like your world had stopped at the thought of where this was going. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, Yelena. How could I not take those pictures that day?”
Yelena was quiet now. You weren’t sure whether this was good or bad. You were tired of being subtle, especially now that you had her right where you wanted her.
“I don’t know what to say,” Yelena said. Her eyes were full of something you hadn’t seen before.
You looked at her for a moment trying to build up your confidence one last time because you knew if you didn’t then you would never be able to do this.
“For once Belova, I would love it if you said nothing at all.” You stepped closer so you could delicately slide your hands up behind her neck. She looked taken off guard, but she definitely was not fighting it. When Yelena took her hands and placed them around the straps of your overalls and pulled you closer so you were face to face, you knew she might’ve wanted this just as much as you.
“Just kiss me already,” she whispered close enough you could feel the breath on your lips. With her words you threw your lips against hers in a kiss that you waited much too long for. Your lips moved against hers as your hands were tangled in her blonde waves. Yelena pulled and grabbed at anything on you just to make you even closer to one another.
You shifted your position to try and push yourself against Yelena so that she may lean against the bed. You knew exactly what your intentions were as of now, but you were not sure how Yelena would feel about it.
The first brush of her tongue against yours sent shivers down your spine and you weren’t sure if she heard your quiet moan or not. You saved your restraint for so many months, so now there was nothing holding you back. Your lips traveled away from hers to down her soft neck. You placed rough and hungry kisses along the nape of her neck and you could tell just by her demeanor that she was having a hard time keeping quiet.
“Uhm, what about your roommate?” Yelena asked in between heavy breaths
“What about them?”
“What if they, you know, walk in?” You must have found a sweet spot on her neck because her question ended with a whine.
“They’re never here.”
“But what if-”
“Just shut up already,” you said.
You smiled against her lips as you threw her shoulders down on the bed as gently as you could. It was hard to take things slow when you had been craving exactly this for far too long.
As your hungry lips continued to move against Yelena’s, you found your fingers playing with the band of her underwear. Your fingers traced all along the skin that was covered.
“I want to see every part of you that was hiding in these photos,” you said. Your mind went back to the day you took those sexy pictures of her and it made you even more desperate for what was hiding beneath Yelena’s garments.
“I just need you to touch me,” Yelena said, breathless. “Please touch me.”
You were quick to pull down her panties to reveal a sight you never thought you would have the pleasure of seeing. Even the panties that brushed against her pussy made her wince in pleasure.
“Please,” begged Yelena.
After undressing her bottom, in one swift motion you unhooked her bra.
“You want me to touch you like this?”
You placed your lips around one of her nipples as you watched her head fall into the bed. Your tongue made its way to circle around her nipple, slowly building up her desire.
Without thinking, you slightly tugged on her nipple with your teeth. Yelena moaned just loud enough for you to hear. It was the most beautiful sound that you had been dying to hear since you met her.
You wanted to move on further.
“Or I could maybe touch you like this?”
Your hand was almost shaking as it made its way down to get center. Your fingers slowly but surely made small circles on her clit. Now, Yelena was panting with lust and trying to keep quiet despite what you wanted.
“Fuck, Lena. You’re so wet.” You couldn’t help yourself from pointing out the obvious. The wetness that covered her only made yours grow.
Yelena had her mouth covered now, most likely paranoid that others would hear her like she had said earlier.
“I want to hear you,” you demanded.
Yelena was moaning softly through her hand now, a reaction to your words.
“Be a good girl and take your hand away from your mouth. I want to hear you.”
She did as you wished and removed her hand. The hand that previously resided over her mouth was now gripped onto the bed.
You took a minute to admire her before moving on further. Her body was even more gorgeous than you could’ve ever imagined. Her toned arms that held on so tightly to the bed, her curves that wavered like the ocean down her body, and her perfectly kissed skin, just how you liked it.
“Maybe you want me to touch you… like this?”
You went even further and slowly slipped your fingers inside her pussy. As you sunk your fingers deep inside her, Yelena became even more worked up.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Please keep going. It feels so good.”
Seeing Yelena drown in the pleasure of your fingers inside her was something you never thought you would live to see.
“You feel so good, baby.” Yelena seemed to like the name because she let out a long whine. “Good girl. Be louder for me.”
You loved the power you had over her in such a short amount of time.
The pace of your fingers stayed quite steady now. Yelena moaned with each stroke that went deeper in her pretty pussy. There was one more thing that you longed to do before she reached her limit.
“You want me to touch you like this, baby?”
Finally, with your fingers still keeping a rhythm inside her, you lowered yourself down on the bed so that you could taste her.
Your tongue made its way to make contact with her clit. Yelena was the loudest now, and with her noise came her restless body. Much like her, you were just as overcome with pleasure.
Her hips bucked into your face with each increasing second. Your tongue explored every single part of her, almost as if you would never get to do it again. Your fingers sped up now that you could tell she was getting closer.
“Holy fuck, right there,” Yelena moaned. “Keep going, I’m so close.”
“Good job, baby,” you murmured. “I want you to cum around my fingers.”
Your words only sped up the process more. Her hips moved even faster which made it hard for you to keep your pace. Your tongue and fingers moved rapidly as she started to reach the peak of her climax
“I’m gonna cum baby,” Yelena said breathlessly.
All at once, Yelena let out a loud stream of moans that you were sure echoed through the hall in your dorm. You didn’t care. You were happy to have her all to yourself, and now, everyone knew it too.
“Good girl, let it all out,” you praised her.
Yelena laid there on your bed to try and catch her breath. You couldn’t help but watch the result of your doings as she looked so worked up.
You took your last opportunity to soak her body in by kissing all the way up her thighs, stomach, chest, and face. Yelena seemed to be hiding her face a bit, most definitely different from her usual demeanor.
You moved her hand that shielded her face. “You okay?”
She gave a thumbs up
“Does that mean it felt okay?”
She had a surprised look on her face. “The entire hall heard me and you think it didn’t feel good?!”
You laughed. “Just checking.”
You both laid next to each other for a while in silence before Yelena spoke up.
“So…how long have you felt this way?”
“When did you start school here?”
“Uhm…two years ago?”
“Then two years.”
Yelena looked over at you. “Really?”
“Really,” you nodded. “How could I not, just look at you.” Yelena smiled at your words.
“Well, I’ve worked up an appetite after all that fun. What do you say we make some popcorn and watch a movie and pretend like no one heard all of that?”
“That sounds perfect to me.”
The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other’s company talking and reveling in the day’s events. You laid in bed thinking about how happy you were to have taken those pictures that day on the beach.
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straywords · 1 year
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Happy sleepover!! 🥳🎄
I pick Miss Belova + reunion, you’re out doing some Christmas shopping when an old flame crosses your path doing the job that broke you apart in the first place… (you can choose light or dark since my suggestion is already a lil specific 😭)
Bad Decisions
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♡ Dark! Yelena Belova x Reader ♡
Old feelings are stirred up when you run into your ex at a Christmas store.
CW: Dub-C0n/Non-C0n, s3x in a public space, p0ssessive behavior, t0xic dynamic, d0m! Yelena
Words: 1.2k
5k Winter Sleepover
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Of all your bad decisions, Yelena Belova was by far the worst one you ever made. Dating her was a rollercoaster…one you could never get off of. She was hell and heaven all at once. But mostly…hell.
It’s why the sudden sight of her sweeps you in a whirlwind of unsettling emotions.
You frown and duck your head. The telltale prowl and sharp gaze are a dead giveaway. She’s on a mission.
It breaks your heart into a million pieces, the thought of her still doing that after everything. It’s the reason you broke up. Yelena was supposed to change; she didn’t. 
You dive into an aisle with shelves brimming with Christmas decorations. You toss a forlorn glance at the wreaths, garlands and tinsels. It was supposed to be a cheerful morning. It started that way. You had plans of decorating your house, finding the perfect tree. 
As you heave a deep sigh, you rush past a row of artificial white trees. Your pace slows as you approach the fitting rooms at the other end of the gigantic store. You’re almost there. You can wait for it to pass, for her to leave. 
But you’ve barely made it to the curtain before you’re pushed into one of the fitting rooms by a slender, tragically familiar body. 
"Hey, gorgeous," Yelena greets, her accent lilting melodically. You swallow thickly as you writhe in her strong grip. She has your wrists pinned on each side of your head, a typical move for her. Although you’re usually a more willing participant in her twisted games. Her olive gaze slowly travels along your heaving frame. She then smirks. "It’s been so long."
"It’s been three months," you reply as your brows knit. 
"I really missed you," she whispers seductively, releasing one of your hands to seize your chin, drawing you to the longing etched in her eyes. 
You take a deep breath. You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall for her schemes again, her silky lies. Too often you got lost in the dark forests of her orbs and let her get away with everything…including literal murder.
You clench your jaw. 
"We’re broken up."
"Not because of me."
You glare at her accusingly.
"Actually, I’d say you killing people is a pretty big reason."
Sadness crosses her features as she exhales a long breath. She strokes the side of your face, her gaze diving in yours. 
"You know what kind of jobs I take. Trust me, the world’s better off without those scumbags in it."
"Killing is killing, Lena."
This time she rolls her eyes. You’re taken aback as she uses her strength to flip your body, slamming you against the tiny room’s mirror as you gasp.
"Always so judgemental. It’s just a job, gorgeous," she whispers dismissively, her body pressing against yours as her soft lips skim over your earshell. Your pulse escalates. You squirm, attempting to get free but Yelena keeps you trapped against her. "And don’t tell me you didn’t like the little gifts…" She lifts your arm to flick at the silver item adorning your wrist. "I see you still have my bracelet."
"I can’t do this again, Yelena," you quaver.
For a minute, she goes quiet, the air in the room growing thick with tension. She then hums and bends her head over your shoulder, silky strands of her blonde mane tickling your neck. 
Her voice lowers to a lewd rasp. 
"Are you sure?" Your heart skips a beat as nimble fingers intrude beneath your sweater dress, sneaking inside your tights to find your center. You gasp as Yelena pinches your folds through the thin cotton of your panties. "But you make such pretty sounds when you come around my fingers, gorgeous." Delectable tingles spark across your skin as she begins to tease your clit with her thumb while sinking one finger inside your treacherously wet entrance.
Your teeth tear into your lip as she pumps your hole, her slow strokes deliberate and torturous. Heated breaths leave a trail of fog on the mirror. You keen as she takes her time driving you to the edge, her cool, beringed digit lingering on your weakest, most sensitive spots. Your hips curve on their own as heat builds in your core.
An embarrassing pool of need surges, coating her finger with your juices. Your breathless pants fill the small space. She uses her other hand to circle your navel. Her hand lingers over your belly before she pulls down your tights and panties, giving her better access to your drenched core. 
"Yelena," you croak pleadingly. "Not here."
"Hm, if I remember correctly, the place never used to matter," she jeers. Her taunt sets your face ablaze. 
"You know I got a new toy just for you. I was so excited to see how it fit around your pretty pussy..." The lewd promise makes you clench around her finger. Cold laughter drips from her tongue. "...But then you sent me that horrible text."
As she dips a second finger inside, you choke on your own air. Your thoughts grow murkier, your breaths more scarce.
"You swore you’d stop..." you breathlessly mumble. 
"Hm sure you want to stop," she taunts. Your chest heaves as she thrusts inside your walls more rapidly, spreading the slickness from your cunt over your pulsing clit. The pressure becomes unbearable. Your legs quake as your head spins. "Cause it's very hard when you’re so tight around me, gorgeous."
Yelena drapes her hand over your mouth as moans unfurl from your throat, desperation radiating from the airless sounds. Each of your cries withers against her palm. "Come for me," she orders, massaging your tender cluster of nerves.
Tense knots come loose all at once. You come apart around her hand.
A high-pitched wail rattles through your throat, dwindling to a muffled groan as Yelena’s fingers squeeze around your mouth more firmly. 
You shiver and your knees quake. As Yelena releases you, you collapse into a pathetic, panting heap on the floor.
Humiliation carves a sizzling pit in your gut. A smirk tilts her pink lips as she peers down at you, sluggishly licking your arousal from her fingers.
She purrs at the taste and your cheeks burn. 
She hunkers down in front of you, the same wicked fingers she used to shatter you latching around your jaw. Her thumb caresses your quivering bottom lip as she says,
"The thing is, gorgeous, you’re mine, and you will always be mine." She plants a soft kiss on your forehead. She pauses, admiring your expression as her smug smile grows. As she rises to her feet, her tone is perkier than ever as she announces, "I’m moving back on Monday. Just need to wrap up a few loose ends."
Dread tightens in your chest. You’re not sure why you thought you’d ever get away from her and the sick hold she has on you.
Yelena opens the fitting room curtain, almost leaving but then whirls again, as if a thought just occurred to her.
"Oh and I expect you to wear that white little number I like," she adds huskily, her green gaze lighting in fond remembrance. She unleashes a girly laugh and smiles. "The one that’s see-through. We should celebrate…our reunion."
She then leaves, snapping the curtain shut and leaving you to bask in the respite, however painfully short-lived it will surely be.
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littlexscarletxwitch · 4 months
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── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘁, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲
paring: yelena belova x fem!reader
tag(s): smut with plot but not really, a bit of angst but then again not really, nsfw, wlw sex
warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit wlw smut, wlw sex, oral sex, kinda toxic relationship, mentions of drinking alcohol, grammatical errors, unedited
word count: 3k
note: I'M SO SORRY GUYS IT SOOOO LOOOONG. College had been kicking my ass. Agh! I need a break from that shit. Anyways... I was actually going to make the smut part longer but I kinda didn't want to ruin it, so this is what you get lol. Also I literally googled the russian pet names, so please correct me if they are wrong. I hope you all like it! Lots of love, M <3
note 2: I got so many requests and I'm so glad you guys asked me to write your ideas, I really appreciate that. It's going to take me so time but I WILL WRITE THEM and I'm so excited about them. Love the way you guys think lol <3
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⇨ Detka: baby - Moya lyubov: my love - Malishka: little girl - Krasotka: gorgeous
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You knew this whole thing was wrong, it was a toxic never ending cycle, but still you could never help yourself when it came to her. 
You and Yelena were together for three years, three years filled with love and lust and happiness; but then your relationship became hateful, bitter and full of anger, still the lust between the two of you remained the same.
Allegedly, the two of you had broken up 5 months ago. Allegedly, you resented her for the shit she put you through. Allegedly, you didn’t even want to see her face. 
Nevertheless, she always found her way back to you, —back to your bed—. The moment her lips made contact with yours, you knew you had lost all sense of reason. How could you restrain yourself when her hips grazed against yours in a slowly almost painful yet divine pace that had you arching your back and curling your toes?
“Fuck,” you breathed out, as her hands thighten the frim grip on your waist.
You always promised yourself it would be the last time, that it was just your body reacting to hers, that you would be strong the next time and would turn her down. It took you a couple more slips to finally understand that you and Yelena were done, that the two of you were through. But you finally came to your senses.
“You do know this is the last time, right?” you said breathless, feeling your quick heartbeat in your eardrums. 
You sword to yourself that would be the last time you let yourself give in to her. Just one more night of pleasure, just one more night of kisses and whimperings and moans, and the next day it would be over. 
“Yeah, I know,” though her voice was muffled by your cunt you could still make out the sarcastic tone in her voice. 
“I mean it, Yel,” you tried to sound serious, and apparently you did because she lifted up her head for her eyes to find yours.
“I know you do,” and she did know. She knew that you meant it, at that specific moment. 
But she also knew your statement wouldn’t last long, that you would soon change your mind and her lips would find their way back to your neck, hips, thighs and cunt. 
So she allowed you to think it was over, but it will be over once she decided so. 
[...]
It’d been a year since you had last seen her, you thought that was it, that the two of you had moved on at last. But maybe you got it all wrong, maybe all the things she made you feel enhanced by being away from her, maybe you forced yourself to forget about her. But there was no point in trying it, for she had made a mark on your heart. Like a tattoo, always under skin even when it gets removed.
But tonight was supposed to be different, you were supposed to have fun, drink and dance with your girl friends. But for some odd reason you couldn't stop thinking about the blonde. You would mess around with some people, but you found yourself thinking that it wasn’t her hands roaming around your body, or her lips leaving kisses and bites all over your neck, it wasn't her scent and it most certainly wasn’t her hoarse voice reaching your ears.
As you and your friends made your way to the bar, you heard your phone ringing. Even before you took a look at the screen you were 100% sure that it was her calling you, who else could it be then? 
Your heart picked up its pace as you looked at the ID caller and your suspicions were confirmed. It was at that moment that you realised that you had never blocked or deleted her contact number. 
Before you could answer or decline the call, it stopped. You swallowed down the lump that hard formed on your throat, unsure of what would be next. And soon after it stopped you got a text from her, you were about to read it when you noticed that someone was calling out for you. 
“I’m sorry, what was that?” you said, quickly putting away your phone, trying to focus on your friend’s words over the loud music.
“We have to use the restroom. Let’s go,” she said, reaching out for your hand, motioning for you to tag along. 
“No,” you step back, away from her reach. “I, um,” you felt your phone burning your hand. “I’m going to get some air, okay?” you noticed she wanted to say something against it, so you quickly added: “I’ll be right back, I promise,” you smiled at them, before making your way out of the club before they would follow after you. 
Once the cold air of the night filled your lungs you felt like you could finally breathe properly. You looked at her missed call and her text message on your phone screen, it was simple: an address. You knew what that meant, but you weren’t sure of what you should do. As if sensing your doubt, she called you again. The phone kept on ringing in your hand, as you made up your mind.
Seeing her tonight was a bad idea, right? Yes, you might not be really drunk but the alcohol was messing with your brain and you were not thinking straight. Plus, your friends were going to kill you for meeting her.
Seeing her tonight was a bad idea, right? You weren’t just going to throw away the last year and pretend like nothing had happened.
Seeing her would be a bad idea, right? But your mind had other plans as the memories of her soft lips and her rough hands and her raspy voice all came rushing to your brain, and suddenly it was all you could think of.
Seeing her tonight…? Fuck it, it’s fine, was your only thought as you picked up the call. 
“Hello, detka.”
The old pet name sent a silver up your spine, still you were yet to form a coherent thought. 
“I missed you,” she paused, waiting for you to say something. “Did you miss me?” she tried again. Still, you weren’t answering her, but she knew you were listening carefully to every word. “You know? I’m all alone right now. I wouldn’t mind some company.”
You could sense the undertone she was using, you were no fool to her tactics, even though you would always fall for them. That was the kind of power Yelena had over you, everytime you would do so much as think about her your brain would just shut down and you wouldn’t be able to hear your own thoughts. 
“No,” you stated firmly. Shaking your head even though she could not see you. 
“Oh, baby. What’s the matter? You want me to pick you up?” you could hear the jiggling of some set of keys. Your heart stopped for a second, was she really that desperate to come and pick you up? You felt your stomach burning. 
“This is… This is not right, Yelena. I shouldn't have picked up the call. I should probably not—.”
“Oh, come on, moya lyubov,” again with the russian nickname that would make your knees weak. “How about this, I pick you up, we get some coffee and we just have a quick chitchat?”
You knew that it never was so simple with Yelena, but you felt your walls crashing down. 
“I’m not sure, Yel…” it felt weird to pronounce that nickname after so long. 
“Look up, pretty girl.”
You felt your stomach sink as you did as you were told. And there she was, in all her glory. You didn’t even question how she knew exactly where you were, Yelena just knew stuff. You knew she was your ex, but she said it was just a quick chat, can’t two people reconnect? You knew you were stronger now to her advances, you were pretty sure you only saw her as a friend. But, in all honesty, you knew you were full of shit. 
Without a word, you sent a text to your friends, put your phone in your purse and got into the car, wrecking all your plans. You knew you should just stop, but you couldn't. You cursed yourself for that, she knew you too well and you hated both yourself and Yelena for that.
As soon as you took the passengers sit, Yelena sped up the car and the two of you left the building and your friends behind. 
“I did miss you, Y/n,” was the first thing she said as she rested her hand on your thigh. 
She knew how much you loved it when she did that.
“Mmm,” you muttered, unsure of what your answer should be. 
“Didn’t you miss me?” she jokingly asked as she gently squeezed your skin. 
“What do you want, Yel?” 
“I thought I told you,” she quickly took a look at you before looking back at the road. “I just want to chat, that’s all.”
“It’s never that simple with you.”
“Well, maybe this time it is. Maybe this time I want things to be different,” she smiled at you, making your heart skip a beat. She still had that kind of power over you and you hated her even more for that. But not really.
You gently shook your head. It was bad, you shouldn’t have picked up the call, you shouldn't have gotten into the car. You should have thought things more clearly before letting her into your life again. 
As you were mentally cursing yourself you didn’t realise that the two of you had already made it to whatever place she had driven the two of you. Realisation hit you as you now had now idea where the fuck you were, you had no other choice but to follow her. Or so you told yourself. 
Yelena opened the car door for you and stretched her hand out for you to take. Which you did, you didn’t even fight it, you longed for the contact of her skin against yours. And maybe, just maybe, you thought it would be enough, just by intertwining your fingers in between hers. But, god, you were wrong. 
You knew the moment you would step through her front door all sense of reason would leave your mind, and it would only remain the lust and feel of belonging you always felt around her. And you were right, the soon you stepped in, it was like you were that same person a year ago and you had no intention in fighting your feelings, not anymore. You thought maybe you deserve it, as a reward for being all this time apart from each other.
As soon as you entered it was as if you could feel Yelena everywhere. It wasn’t just the fact that she was there next to you with her hand in between yours, but you could all also smell her scent all over her place, you could see her in the furniture she had chosen, hear her in the music that was playing, and even though you had yet to taste her lips you were so overwhelmed by her entire being that it felt as if you already had. 
“So, um,” she cleared her throat as she closed the door behind the two of you, getting your attention. “Would you like some coffee…?”
“Fuck it, it’s fine,” you mumbled to yourself once more before dropping your purse and shortening the distance and crashing your lips against hers. 
Yelena’s hand quickly found their way to your hips, gently squeezing your flesh earning a low groan out of you. She pulled away gasping for air but the next second her lips were back on yours. You moaned into her lips as her tongue easily slipped into your mouth and found yours to mess around with. 
You felt a warm feeling in your stomach as her hands roamed all over your body leaving goosebumps on their way. Then they rested on your ass, grabbing the muscle motioning for you to jump on top of her, which you did without a second thought. The feeling became a small fire in your stomach the moment your chest was pressed against hers. 
“I knew you would come back,” she mumbled in between your lips, feeling her grin into the kiss. 
As a response you bit her bottom lip, not really sure what you meant by that but it felt good when you heard a low moan escape from her lips. 
“Don’t push your luck,” you said once you let go of it, earning a small chuckle from her. 
“Yeah, you’re right, krasotka,” her thick russian was only fuel to the growing fire in your stomach. 
Her lips found the crook of your neck and she left as many bites and kisses as she pleased, leading the two of you to her bedroom. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your fingers found their way in between her hair. 
Once in her bedroom, Yelena gently laid you on her bed. As her lips made their way down to your collarbone, her hand tugged at the hem of your dress slowly and painfully bringing it up to your waist. 
On command, you spread your leg open letting Yelena’s head take the place in between your thighs. She kissed and bit them, her lips ghosted over the area where you needed her the most, but all you got was her hot breath which sent a shiver up your spine and made you groan out her name. 
“Stop with the teasing,” you begged her, as your legs rested on her shoulders. 
“Tell me what you need,” she breathed out. 
“I need you… I need your lips on me,” it almost came out as a moan. 
And she did as she was told, but it wasn’t quite what you wanted. Her lips kissed and licked your core, but it wasn’t enough since the area was still being covered by your panties. You wanted more, needed more. 
“Yelena, please…” you begged her once again. 
“Shh…” she cooed as her fingers tugged at the hem of your underwear and slowly pushed it out of the way. “Is this where you need my lips, malishka,” her hot breath over your now uncovered cunt ripped a moan out of your mouth. 
“Yes, yes, just please do something. Please, Yel, I—,” a whimper cut you off as you felt her tongue licked up your slit. “Fuck,” you could feel your heartbeat going a mile per hour. 
Her tongue went up and down a few times, tasting your juices, loving who wet you were for her. She then made sure to give your clit as much attention, so she wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard. You felt your leg trembling on her shoulders as she worked her magic on you. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you were a moaning mess, the fire in your stomach felt like it was taking over your entire body and you only wanted to give in, to let it consume you whole —to let Yelena consume you whole—.
You wrapped your legs around her head, bringing her even closer to you. The thought of her suffocating on your count scared you for half a second, but then as she ate you like a starving woman, the thought only added more to your arousal. 
Yelena took a quick look at you: eyes closed, lips slightly trembling and parted, brows furrowed, your leg around her head, your hand flying to meet her hair. She wanted that moment to last forever, she wanted to be forever buried in between your legs if it only meant she could see you like this. But she could not stop time and live forever in that moment, so she could only moan at your sight. And that was what it took for you to finally come undone in her lips.
You cried out her name as your leg almost squeezed her head too harshly, but she could take it. A few curses followed her name as her tongue and lips helped you right out your high. 
“I missed this, malishka,” she said breathlessly as you unwrapped your legs around her. 
Her nose, lips and chin were glistening from your release, you felt something like a match lighting up inside you once again. Much to your dismay she used the back of her hand to clean some of it, which she noticed that it had bothered you since you slightly frown. She chuckled at just how cute and precious you were. 
She crawled on top of you, placing her knee in between your legs and her lips found yours. You moaned as you tasted yourself on her lips and tongue, feeling the fire coming back to life. 
“I missed you… so much,” she said in between kisses. “Tell me… you missed me too…”
Drunk on her scent, lips and words you couldn’t think properly. But still the words you blurted out were the truth: “I did… I missed you too…”
“Then we should… make up for… the time we lost…'' she said as her hand expertly tugged down the cleavage of your dress, she smiled to herself as she realised you weren’t wearing a bra.
She trailed a path of kiss from your neck, down to your collarbone to finally end with her lips sucking your right nipple. 
“Yeah, we should…” you breathed out. 
“Then, we are going to be here for a while,” she said, her words were muffled by your tit inside her mouth. 
You giggled at her words but then it turned into a moan as she went on sucking. 
You knew the whole thing would fire back eventually, but your head was empty, blank, no reasonable thoughts. Just one that it keep you going and that was the only thought you were willing to listen to: ‘Fuck it, it’s fine.’
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We’re Both Upside Down
Summary: a friends to enemies to lovers smut for a very very belated birthday to @scarlet-clarity 💕 It’s finally finished! I love youuuu 💕
Characters: Yelena Belova x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader (platonic)
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!!! Kissing, fingering (R receiving), oral (R receiving), overstimulation, nipple play, teasing, use of pet names (ie, kroshka, meaning little crumb), I think that’s it but please let me know if I’ve forgotten any!
masterlist || yelena belova masterlist
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“Can’t catch me!” She yelled as she took off across the yard.
“Lena you’re too fast, it’s not fair!” You had yelled back.
You sat looking at a photo book, admiring the fond memories. The day felt like yesterday; you and your next door neighbor turned best friend had spent hours running around their yard. Their yard was much cooler than yours because they had a giant jungle gym complete with swings. Yelena quickly became your best friend, attached at the hip as everyone always said. Her parents were basically your own.
It was a bleak day in the summer of 2004, your best friend came barreling out of her house with her family, older sister in tow and they sped off. You’d knocked on their front door over and over again and never saw their car pull back in the driveway. They were gone. When your mom pulled you aside to tell you that they’d probably moved away, you were heartbroken. How could your best friend leave you without saying goodbye?
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It made sense now as you sat across from the intimidating redhead. After college you’d interviewed with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, otherwise known as SHIELD to become an agent. You learned who you could trust very quickly and who was not to be trusted. However, the redhead across from you teetered somewhere in the middle. And then you introduced yourself and watched as her jaw dropped.
“Y-you! It’s you!” She exclaimed. “Little kroshka!”
“N-natasha?! Lena’s sister, Natasha?!”
“Yes! But not too loud, please,” she said quieter.
“Natty…” you hesitated with the nickname as she flinched a little bit. “Natasha- what.. what happened?”
And she gave you vague details. And you both shed a tear together, listening to her as her and her sister had their childhoods ripped away. She escaped. Yelena wasn’t so lucky.
“Which brings us here. There’s talk that they were chemically subjugated and they’re under mind control which basically tells them who to kill or what to do next. They train constantly and then are sent out on search and kill missions. But I know she’s been here,” Natasha explained quietly. “And… we could use your help.”
“Me? My help? But… I’m a rookie!” You exclaimed, eyes wide open.
“Sure but you were the best in your class and she knows you. There’s no way she’d forget her best friend. We just have to get close enough to expose her to the synthetic gas, which will undo the chemical subjugation,” Natasha said.
Your head began to spin, unsure if you could complete what needed to be done, but you weren’t about to give up without at least trying. Your best friend was out there and you were damn sure going to try to bring her back. It was true, you had the best shot in your academy’s graduating class, and your teachers were disappointed that you wanted to join SHIELD instead of being in the field protecting your country. Little do they know what the inner workings of SHIELD really look like.
“Alright. Brief me,” you said, looking Natasha right in the eyes. She smiled and pulled out massive piles of folders, going over details of every recent assassination and where they tie to and who she thinks did it.
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That’s how you ended up on the rooftop of a building in town, trying quietly to tap into the widow’s ear comms. “They must really think I’m an idiot,” Yelena spat, her accent thick and unfamiliar. Her breathing was quick as you heard her footsteps running in the background. You knew what was coming, and yet it still startled you.
“You think I wouldn’t see you watching me, agent?!” She snarled, pointing her handgun at your forehead.
“Put the gun down,” Natasha said from behind her, pressing her own gun to her sister’s head. Yelena stopped and looked at you with squinting, mean eyes.
“Now, kroshka!” Natasha yelled. You poofed the synthetic gas over Yelena’s face, the red smoke glittering everywhere. You watched as her eyes softened and she looked at you, albeit Natasha keeping her gun in place.
Yelena took a gasp of breath and fell to the ground, landing on her butt. She blinked slowly, the voices in her ear yelling as she took out her comms piece and stepped on it, crushing it to pieces. “Lena,” you said softly.
“Kroshka? My kroshka?” she asked, blinking at you quickly.
“Y-yeah,” you said. The both of you had grown up quite a bit since the last time you saw the blonde. Hell, it’s been fifteen years. But you didn’t get much of a reunion as Natasha was about to handcuff her sister.
“Where’s your tracker?” She asked.
“M-my thigh. Please let me do it!” Yelena begged. Natasha allowed Yelena to grab her switchblade and you looked away as the blonde stabbed herself in the thigh, removing her tracking device and smashing it just like her in ear comms. She winced as Natasha handcuffed her forcefully.
“Listen. I know this sucks-“
“Sestra they’re going to come for you. For us. We have to go into hiding. You can’t take me in,” Yelena said, looking at you worried. “They will take down the entirety of the government to get to me. To you. You escaped too, you know.”
“I know. And I’ve already got a plan. But first, tell us what the hell is going on here!” Natasha demanded exasperatedly. The three of you quickly ran to Natasha’s car, ditching it not far from where you were and stealing a parked car to avoid being tracked. It seemed like you were trapped for hours as Yelena told her story, explaining the Red Room in more detail than Natasha. You watched Natasha’s face as she drove, lips and brows twitching as Yelena told her story. You reached across the console for her hand and gave it a squeeze for comfort.
You watched as she took a deep breath and looked at you, smiling. It was a friendly touch, but Yelena saw all of it and couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. And the friendly touches continued throughout the rest of the day. Natasha helped you out of the car by your hand, pulling you close as you walked with her to the RV in the middle of a clearing in the woods. She helped you up the stairs in the RV and the two of you talked about plans for the evening as well as new identities and such. Yelena sat back and watched, offering her opinion every once in a while.
Nightfall had come quicker than you’d expected and the three of you had decided to watch a movie on a laptop in the RV. You were sat in between the two sisters; Yelena cautiously not touching you and Natasha had her head on your shoulder. It made you a little sad, the coldness you were getting from Yelena; but you understood why. It’s not every day your entire life gets turned upside down, and everything you thought you knew was in fact, a lie.
Halfway through the film, the RV powers down; loss of petrol to power the electricity despite Natasha’s friend promising the three of you at least one full night. A collective groan fell over you and Natasha sighed. “I’ll get it.”
“Natty you’ve got to go into town though. Are you sure? I’m far less recognizable!” You argued.
She kissed your head and smoothed out your hair; looking into your worried eyes. “Don’t worry kroshka, I’ll be okay. And back before you know it. You two can finish the movie if you want to.”
“Okay,” you said weakly. Being a rookie still meant you weren’t supposed to be out and about without your partner so going into town alone wasn’t your best idea. But you were hoping the alone time with Yelena might give the two of you a chance to talk.
“So. Natasha huh. After all these years,” Yelena started, watching the redhead exit the RV.
“She’s a really good partner, yeah. I wouldn't be starting with this high of a rank even as a rookie, without her,” you said smiling.
“Do all rookies sleep with their partners?” Yelena spat.
“W-what?” You stammered. You looked at Yelena in disbelief.
“You’re clearly sleeping with my sister, so just fucking tell me already! I’m sure she’s great in bed. She’s always been a whore,” Yelena stated.
“Lena, no I’m-“
“It’s fine really. But can you keep the public display of affection to a minimum around me? It’s disgusting.”
“Lena!” You shouted, standing up to look at the blonde on the couch.
“Don’t fucking yell at me,” Yelena swore, wrapping her hand around your neck. She didn’t squeeze but you let out a quiet whimper. “Ha. So maybe you’re the whore. Is that it?”
“Lena no it’s-“
You weren’t able to finish as the blonde walked you back to the bedroom nook of the RV, hand still around your throat, squeezing just a little this time. “Tell me the truth. Are you fucking my sister?!”
“N-no!” You let out raspily, your focus leaving you as Yelena stared into your eyes, not letting the grip on your throat falter. You could feel yourself struggling, but you found yourself feeling incredibly turned on as well. You gasped for air as she let go, forcing you onto the bed behind you. You scrambled up the bed but she followed, crawling over you like you were prey.
“Yelena-“
“Hush,” she ordered. Your eyes widened but you nodded. “Tell me the truth. I deserve to know after all this time.”
“I’m not fucking Natasha,” you said, looking her in the eyes. “I’m not fucking Natasha because it’s always been you. I’ve tried dating and even sleeping around but all I could think about was you!”
“We were ten-“
“I know. And you left. You and your family took off without a word. Without a note!” Your voice cracked as you exclaimed, barely able to hold it together.
“Kroshka, you know why!” Yelena exclaimed, eyes tearing up as she looked at you.
“I do now! Imagine ten year old me. How she must’ve felt. Her best friend and the love of her life just… gone! Without a trace. My heart broke that day, Lena!” You said, crying.
“I know. I know and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry,” Yelena said, pulling you into her and holding you as you cried. You buried your face into her chest, needing to be as close to her as possible. Almost as if you let her go, she’d disappear again. She peeled you off of her once your breathing evened out and looked into your now bloodshot eyes.
“Kroshka,” Yelena whispered, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. The pause as she looked into your eyes felt like it lasted for all fifteen years that you’d missed her.
“I love you,” Yelena admitted, her cheeks tinting red. “I loved you then and I love you now.”
“I love you too,” you whispered back. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes but Yelena was quick to wipe them away. “I’m still mad at you though!” You said, playfully hitting her arm.
“Show me,” she said, raising an eyebrow at you.
“How do I-“
Yelena met your lips with hers with a bruising force. Her right hand cupped the side of your face and you melted into her calloused touch, closing your eyes as she pulled away to look at you. You gasped quietly as Yelena took to kissing over your jaw, and down your neck, taking extra time to kiss you slowly, almost as if trying to make up for lost time. Her hands traveled to your waist, but you pushed her back a bit by her shoulders.
“I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong? Should I stop?”
“Shhhh,” you said quietly, reaching for the zipper on your suit. You watched as Yelena’s eyes followed your every move, traveling down your body slowly watching the zipper pull.
“If you don’t move any faster-“
“Or what?” You teased, stopping the zipper just below your breasts, but not enough to reveal anything. A sliver of skin was showing at your collarbone but that was it.
“I’ll do it myself” Yelena growled, pulling you up so that your back was against her chest, and slid the zipper down your body at record speed. Her lips found your neck again, kissing slowly and you bit your lip to hold back a moan as she sucked a bruise just above your collarbone.
“Yelena-“
“Yes baby,” she husked, her voice deep and raspy.
“Touch me. Please,” you begged quietly.
“Such good manners,” Yelena teased, peeling your suit down from your shoulders, slowly running her hands down your arms as she pulled the suit off of the top half of your body. You’d decided to wear a sports bra that day and you could hear Yelena curse something in Russian as she noticed. “This is in the way,” she growled.
“Do something about it,” you mocked, using the same tone as her.
“You’ve always had such a smart mouth,” Yelena said, reaching for the base of your sports bra and lifting it over your head. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”
Yelena’s hands cupped your breasts and her calloused fingers pinched and twisted at your nipples. Your breathing quickened and you were suddenly feeling way too warm in the rest of your suit. “Please Lena,” you whined.
“Tell me what you need baby,” she rasped, thumbing over your now erect nipples, keeping her hands on your breasts.
“Need you,” you said.
“You’ve got me kroshka,” Yelena teased. She gasped as you grabbed her wrist and put her hand between your legs. “Did I say you could do that?”
“No but-“
“Patience,” Yelena whispered, taking her time to run her hands all over your body. She laid you down on the bed and pulled off the rest of your suit, and you sighed, finally feeling less uncomfortable. “You are so, so gorgeous,” Yelena cooed. Her warm mouth wrapped around one of your erect buds and the feeling took your breath away.
“Lena- please please,” you whined.
“Such a needy thing,” Yelena said softly. “I wanna taste you.”
“Yes yes please!” You whined, your eyes rolling back just at the light touch of her hand over your covered pussy. “Lena please!”
“You sure do beg so pretty,” she said, running the tip of her finger under the elastic of your underwear. She snapped it against your skin and you all but moaned, causing Yelena to look into your eyes. “Oh someone likes a little pain, huh?” Your breathing was quick as she struggled to peel your soaked underwear down your legs, blushing as she got a better look at you.
“Need you…” you whispered.
“I know,” Yelena whispered back. She kissed you again as her fingers trailed down your body, pinching at your nipples before sliding between your legs. “Baby you’re so wet.. is all this for me?”
“Y-yes always you. It’s always been you,” you stammered.
“Such a good girl,” she cooed.
Yelena avoided touching your clit and traced her fingers over your opening; your legs spreading subconsciously. She chuckled at how eager you were and was suddenly completely heart eyed over the moan you let out as two of her fingers dipped inside of you. “Yelena-“ you gasped. She kept her movements slow, continuing to kiss your lips and your neck and suck another bruise into your collarbone. As her pace quickened, you could feel your insides tighten, moments from tipping over the edge.
“Lena!” You shouted as you let go, your orgasm packing a punch and your juices coating her hand.
“Fuck that was hot,” Yelena growled. She slowly pulled her fingers out and you whined, feeling cold and empty; but you watched as she drew them into her mouth, licking them clean as she looked into your eyes. “Fucking delicious.”
You felt as your face turned bright red and you gasped as Yelena nearly climbed on top of you but she leaned into press kisses down your body. Her mouth wrapped around your other nipple this time, licking and sucking and biting at the erect bud. Her hand teased and pinched your other nipple and you closed your eyes, reveling in the attention she was paying your breasts. It didn’t last long however; Yelena gave each nipple a light kiss and continued to kiss down your body, your abs, your hips, your thighs, leaving a few love bites on your inner thighs, smirking as you gasped at the pain.
“Oh you are even prettier up close,” Yelena whispered, coming face to face with your sticky cunt. She giggled at your reaction as her whole hand rubbed over you, watching your face carefully as she nudged your clit. She leaned in close and pressed a light kiss to it, watching your face and smiling before doing it again. The featherlight kisses to your clit were driving you insane and you desperately wanted to grab her head and shove it between your legs but she did something next that made you see stars. Yelena took her thumb and index finger and began gently pinching and tugging at your clit; the feeling indescribable.
“Oh fuck- Lena I-“
She was watching your every movement and keeping an eye on how impossibly wet this was making you. She continued playing with your clit as she dove in with her mouth, her tongue flicking against the tip of your clit while her fingers continued their assault. She dipped lower, exploring your folds with her tongue, lapping at everything you gave her. You gasped loudly as her tongue delved into your hole, pushing in enough to feel like you were being fucked; the warm muscle a nice feeling inside of you. Yelena picked up the pace of her fingers and her tongue and your back arched but she held your hopes down with her free hand.
“C’mon baby, cum for me,” Yelena encouraged. And so you did, this time right into her mouth. Except she didn’t stop this time. Her mouth replaced her fingers on your clit and she began sucking gently but eventually picking up speed and force.
“Yelena I can’t!” You cried, already feeling super sensitive.
“You can and you will,” she said, pulling away from you for just a moment, however not far enough; her raspy voice vibrated against you. Her mouth returned to your pussy, spending the most time on your clit, knowing it was going to tip you over the edge soon. Her hands were on your inner thighs, thumbs purposely pressing into some bruises she left, as her face was buried between them and the blonde’s braided hair cascaded down her back.
“Yelenayelenayelena!!” You chanted, crying out loudly as you came for the third time. And still, she didn’t let up. It was borderline painful as she continued eating your pussy like a woman starved. You weren’t quite sure if you could do it again.
“Lena please I- I can’t! I can’t-“ you screamed as your fourth orgasm ripped through you violently and quickly, finally getting a grip on your body movements to push her head away. Your thighs were shaking and your heart was racing and Yelena looked up at you, mischievous eyes and her mouth and chin covered in your juices. She climbed up your body and kissed your lips, listening to you hum quietly as you were able to taste yourself.
Not a moment later the bedroom door swung open aggressively, nearly falling off the hinges and you yelped, scrambling to cover yourself as Natasha pointed her gun at the both of you. As soon as she saw what was going on she lowered the gun and covered her eyes. “Jesus Christ!”
“What’s with the gun!” Yelena exclaimed, eyes wide as she tried to nonchalantly wipe her chin.
“I heard screaming! I’m sorry!” Natasha said, still standing in the doorway with a hand over her eyes.
“Okay well clearly we are fine so can you please leave?!” Yelena whined.
You giggled as Natasha blindly felt for the doorknob, the door to the bedroom of the RV now slightly damaged. “Cyka,” Yelena cursed. You giggled as her head fell into the crook of your neck, pressing light kisses as her body rested overtop of you.
You scratched her back through her suit the best you could, nearly cradling her in your arms. “I love you,” you whispered, tears pricking your eyes again. You agreed with yourself that if you had to be on the run for the rest of your life, you wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else.
“I love you too, kroshka.”
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wandasgf · 1 year
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SHE'S A GOOD GIRL (and it felt great to be a liar). mdni. 18+.
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pairings: ghostface!yelena x fem!reader
synopsis: you really wish you hadn't gone to this party without your girlfriend
warnings: yelena has a dick !, sub!reader, dom!yelena, character death (not reader or yelena), violence, blood, knives, alcohol, threats (r receiving), daddy kink, pet names (princess, pretty girl, sweet thing, etc.), slight breeding, marking, subtle manipulation
wc: 3.8kish
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The party was in full swing by the time you’d arrived, your best friend Bucky had insisted on being fashionably late for some reason. Certainly not because he was getting his costume together last minute, he assured you when he said he'd be late picking you up. Usually you’d be seen coming to a party like this with your girlfriend Yelena, but she had said something along the lines of preparing you a surprise when you asked if she’d be attending.
Whatever that meant.
You didn’t realize she hadn’t outright said no, just assumed that’s what she meant by the cryptic response.
But that was hours ago and now Bucky was nowhere to be seen, probably gone off to have some sort of drinking competition with Sam. You groan, not even Carol was here to keep you company, which was strange, she usually would never pass up the opportunity to get under Yelena's skin by spending so much time with you. They were friends, but Carol had always had a slight crush on you, telling you that you picked the wrong blonde. Now that you think of it, you hadn’t heard from her all day… that’s strange.. But you push the feeling down and look around the room to try and find a familiar face. The drink in your cup was bitter and you grimaced as you took a sip, staring at it with contempt as you swirled the amber colored contents inside it around.
It was a few more minutes of looking around for Bucky that you gave up, settling down on the bed in one of the empty bedrooms of whoever’s house this was. Steve’s, you think Bucky had told you? You didn’t know much about the blonde man, but Bucky had seemed actually kind of excited when he told you about it, you couldn’t just tell him you wouldn’t go. You assumed Yelena would come to keep you company as well, but she hadn’t and now you regret agreeing to come at all. You wanted to go home, but you needed Bucky for that and your phone had died earlier in the night. You cursed yourself for not charging it before you left, at least then you could have had Yelena come save you from your boredom.
It was quiet in the room, only the muffled sound of music coming from downstairs accompanied your thoughts. You thought you heard something akin to a scream at one point, but you quickly brushed it off as the alcohol that you were drinking was affecting your mental state. You don’t know how long you sat contentedly on the bed, basking in the moonlight and the serene state of the room, ignoring the party that raged on outside the door.
You jumped when your serenity was interrupted, a thud on the closed door breaking your near silence. You didn’t say anything, waiting for the person on the other side to say something, but when that something never came you curiously walked towards the door. The sight you were greeted with once you opened the door almost had you turning to puke onto the hardwood floors as you staggered backwards into the room.
Bucky. Your best friend Bucky lay massacred on the floor right outside the bedroom door, the thud you heard was his body slamming against it as he sank to the floor. Blood, there’s so much blood. Splattered on the door and on Bucky’s torso, pooling on the floor. You’re panicking, looking around frantically, fumbling to get your phone out of your purse even though it’s dead.
What are you supposed to do? What can you do? Oh god, what if the killer’s still out there. Maybe you should hide? You could hide, that’s a good idea, right?
Your brain is going haywire trying to figure out what you should do, you’d only ever seen these types of things happening in horror movies.
It’s too late, though, your inability to get your feet to move, frozen as you panic, has put you in perfect view of the person walking up the stairs. They’re wearing a mask you recognize, one from the horror movie scream, one of your favorites, and they tilt their head when they look at you through the doorway. If you could see their face, you’d see the fond smile on their face, what a pretty thing you are, practically offering yourself to them like a lamb to a slaughter.
Their all black outfit is splattered with blood, darker and shiny in certain spots than in others. The knife in their hand is menacing and dirtied with the blood of who you can only assume is Bucky, who tried running upstairs to get away, but ended up killing himself in the process, as they slowly start to walk towards you. They’re taunting you, there’s nowhere to run except towards them, the only way back downstairs is behind them and you’re too high up to try and escape through the window. You’re trapped. You’d taken too long.
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” The masked person asks, in a voice that you recognize as familiar, but can’t seem to place because of the way the mask muffles it. And, well, it used to be Scream, but now you’re not so sure. You can’t get yourself to speak, the only sound escaping when you try to tell them you’ll call the police is a little squeak, and even then your voice cracks. You knew you shouldn’t have come, you should have stayed home with Yelena, you wished she was here now, her strong arms wrapped around you and keeping you safe.
“Don’t be shy, pretty girl. You can tell me. If you answer correctly I’ll tell you mine.” The person speaks again, they’re much closer now and you take a few steps backwards to try and create more space. The sound of their black combat boots against the hardwood as they keep walking closer makes your heart race. You’re going to die, this is it, you’re going to die here. The way they step over your best friend’s body on the floor, stepping on a cold hand and hearing a sinister crack makes you dry heave, turning like you’re going to puke but nothing comes out.
You’re shaking and you can’t get your heart rate or your breathing to calm down as they step into the room, backing up until you can’t anymore, back pressed up against a wall. You whimper as they invade your personal space, lifting the knife up and using it to tilt your chin and force you to look at them. They’re much taller than you and the mask is more terrifying than you ever remember it being. “It’s a very simple question, doll. There’s no need to be scared, but I do hate to repeat myself. You know that.” The masked intruder lets that last part slip, not that you can tell, you’re too busy shaking and trying not to cry, your eyes shining with unshed tears. “I-I like—” you can’t help but let out a little sob, “Pearl.” It’s a new one, you know, but you wouldn’t dare call scream your favorite movie anymore.
Their breathing is getting ragged, very clearly affected by your frightened state. They’d barely even done anything besides intimidate you and you’re acting like this. They lick their lips and look at you with a predatory gaze that you can’t see. They might have to reveal themselves sooner than they planned, they need to see those teary eyes as they ravish you. You’re lying, they know, and it makes them click their tongue in disappointment. “That’s not true, don’t lie to me. I’d hate for you to end up like poor Bucky over there, he lied to me too and I don’t like liars.” And the sob that racks your body is music to their ears, but they couldn’t have you tiring yourself out from crying so much, could they?
“Shhh, it’s okay, I’d never do that to you, pretty girl.” And the stranger lets the knife go slack in their hand, no longer piercing painfully at the bottom of your chin. They tuck the knife into their back pocket in favor of reaching up to cup your cheek, they know you’d never even attempt to reach for the knife, thumb soothingly rubbing across your soft skin. You know you shouldn’t, you don’t know why you are, but the touch feels so familiar and comforting, warm, that you can’t help but sniffle and lean into it. “There you go, calm down now, I’m not going to do that to you.” Alarm bells should be going off in your head at the familiarity of their voice and touch, the pet names they’re using and their actions.
It makes them smile when their touch calms you down even when you don’t know it’s them, such a loyal little girl. “Now, I’ll repeat myself just this once and you’ll tell the truth, right?” It’s not like you have a choice in the matter, but you nod anyway. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” They ask again, it’s both more menacing and less menacing than the first time they asked, but their hand on your cheek keeps you from working yourself up again. “The o-original Scream.” you sniffle and they wipe at the tears that are still falling down your cheek. “Good girl. That wasn’t so hard was it? I told you it was a simple question.”
You want Yelena, you want to go home. You want to be anywhere but here because you know how this movie goes, they say you won’t end up like Bucky, but you’ve seen this movie more times than you can count. You’re going to die. But maybe… maybe if you do what they want they’ll let you go? It’s a stupid thought to have, but they haven’t hurt you yet and they had plenty of opportunity to.
Their hand trails down to hold your jaw, their thumb grazing over your bottom lip and you whimper, panic surging through your veins. “I-I have a girlfriend!” Oh? How cute, the stranger chuckles, their thumb pulling your bottom lip down and then swiping over it. “Well, she doesn’t seem to be here now, does she? Unless of course she was downstairs… She didn’t happen to be the one with the blonde hair, did she? The strong one? Hm, yes, she fought back.” That elicits a reaction out of you. One they weren't expecting. Your right hand flies up in an attempt to hit them, but lucky for them their reflexes are quicker, catching your wrist just before your palm can make any impact.
You struggle against them now, you can’t believe Yelena was here and you didn’t know, and now she’s dead. Maybe it was someone else, your girlfriend can’t be dead, that’s not right. You can’t function properly without Yelena, this can’t be real, it has to be some sick alcohol induced nightmare. You're trying to fight back with both hands now, your wrists caught in your assailant’s hands before they’re slamming them against the wall and holding you in place. “You need to calm the fuck down, куколка.” Their voice is almost a growl now, low and angry, it makes you freeze. You’re screwed now, you made them angry and now there’s no way you’re making it out of here alive. But their tone is still familiar in a way you can’t place, and the way they called you little doll is almost like—
“One more move and I snap your neck, understand?” Their breathing is heavy now, for reasons other than arousal, it took more effort than they thought to calm you down and they make their intent very clear by letting one of your wrists free to wrap their hand around your throat. You nod furiously, not wanting to push your luck any further. “Now, I’m going to let your other wrist go and you are not going to move it. Do I make myself clear?” They don’t wait for a response before letting go this time, reaching up and grabbing onto the bottom of the mask. Oh God, you’re absolutely going to die now. As soon as you find out who the killer is you’re going to die because there’s no way they’d ever let you live after letting you see them. You squeeze your eyes shut, maybe if you don’t look they’ll put it back on.
You hear them chuckle and you slowly open your eyes again, but all air is knocked out of your lungs when you see who it is. “Hi, princess.” Yelena grins, letting the mask drop to the floor and releasing your throat, “I told you I had a surprise for you, didn’t I?” Well, she did, yes, but never in a million years did you ever think it would be this. Your head hurts with the information you’re taking in. Yelena killed Bucky. Yelena hurt more people downstairs. Yelena was going to hurt you, but most importantly, Yelena was alive. You know you shouldn’t, you know you should be screaming at her and running, but you crash into her and wrap your arms around her.
Your girlfriend coos, wrapping an arm around you and bringing her other up to stroke your hair. “Oh, I must’ve scared you so much, huh? I’m sorry, принцесса (princess), I shouldn’t have made you think I was hurt. That was really mean of me, wasn’t it?” You nod against her chest and she grins. What a silly thing you are, so wrapped around her finger that you’re more concerned with her well being than the murders she’s just committed. It’s endearing. “You really hurt my feelings just now, baby, fighting against me and attacking me like that when I was just having a little fun with you. How come you couldn’t tell it was me, hm?”
Your breath catches in your throat, you hurt Yelena's feelings? You didn’t mean to, you hope she’s not mad at you for it. She’s right, you should’ve been able to tell it was her, so why couldn’t you? You blame it on the alcohol. “ ‘m sorry, ‘Lena.” You mumble, pulling away from her just the littlest bit so you can pout up at her. “I know you are, sweet thing, but you still hurt Daddy’s feelings.” She lets the title slip as she moves her hand from your hair to cup your cheek. When she sees the way you visibly relax, eyes glazed over just the slightest, she knows she has you right where she wants you.
You sniffle and she coos, “But do you know how you could make Daddy feel better?” You perk up and shake your head, waiting for Yelana to tell you. “You could let her fuck that pretty pussy of yours. Would you let her do that?” You think for a second, but then nod, you want Yelena to forgive you, you hate when she’s upset with you, “Yes, Daddy.”
The sight of you all teary eyed and scared had gotten her so worked up, she didn’t know if she even had the patience to let you know who she was before forcing your legs apart, but she would never scare you that much, she had self control. She lets go of you and leans down to press a kiss to your lips, chuckling when you chase her lips with a whine as she pulls away. “Go get on the bed for me, baby.” You’d almost forgotten where you were, in the guest bedroom of some stranger’s house, an actual stranger this time, but you’re all too happy to obey your girlfriend, walking over and crawling into the bed.
Yelena smirks, following you over and pushing you onto your back, spreading your legs and slotting herself between them. Your skirt rides up as a result, and she just flips it all the way up, “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” She cages you in, forearms resting on either side of your head as she hovers over you. The praise makes you melt, leaning up to capture her lips in another kiss. This one is longer, messier as your lips move against each other and Yelena grinds against you. You moan into her mouth as you feel her bulge pressing against your clothed cunt.
Yelena usually prides herself in her patience, able to work you up until you were a mess underneath her, begging and crying for her to please make you feel good, but tonight she just can’t control herself. You awakened something primal in her when you didn’t so much as bat an eye at her homicide, instead apologizing to her for not realizing who she was. It made her heart beat out of her chest.
She pulls away from your lips to trail kisses across your cheek, down your jaw, and then your neck, remaining there. She reaches one hand behind her to grab the knife from her back pocket, laying it on the bed and then reaching between your bodies to unbutton her pants. You whine and pant as she kisses and sucks at your neck, she’s intent on marking you tonight. Her cock finally springs free from its confines as she gets her pants undone, pulling it out of the boxers she wore. She groans, her pants had become much too tight too quickly.
You arch up into her when she bites down on your neck, groaning as she grinds against you, the tip of her cock catching on your clit when she pulls back only to push forward again. She’s usually so good with making sure you’re nice and ready for her before she fucks you, working you open with her fingers and making sure you’re nice and wet. She reserved fucking into you with no warning for punishments, making you feel the burn as she didn’t allow you to accommodate for the size of her cock, but her patience is just so thin tonight, she can’t help herself. You’d never fault her for that, right?
She reaches blindly for the knife she tossed aside just a few minutes ago, fingers finding the handle and gripping onto it. Your breath catches in your throat when you feel the cold metal of the blade against your thigh, but she shuts you up before you can even speak by leaning back up to capture your lips in a bruising kiss. She bites down on your bottom lip at the same time as she slips the blade under the fabric of your panties and slices upwards, cutting through the tin fabric and doing the same to the other side. You whimper, reaching up to wrap your arms around her neck and tangle in her hair.
She grabs the torn fabric and tears it away from you, tossing it aside along with the knife. When she pulls away from your lips once more, the look she gives you is dangerous and predatory. “You can take it, right? You can take Daddy’s cock like a good girl?” And you gasp as you feel her fingers against your clit, rubbing teasing circles against it. You whine and nod, “Please, Daddy! I can take it, I promise, please!”
All she responds with is a groan, reaching further down to gather your slick on her fingers, teasingly pushing the tips of two fingers into your hole before pulling away again. She strokes herself a few times, her breathing becoming uneven as she coats her cock with your slick before lining her tip up with your entrance. “Good girl, Daddy’s good girl.” She breathes before snapping her hips forward and bottoming out in one fluid motion. The moan she’s rewarded with is music to her ears and she growls, it’s animalistic, the way she feels towards you. Always, but especially right now. Such a good girl for her, all for her and no one else. She’s ruined you for anyone else, all you want is her.
Her pace is unrelenting as she fucks you, bullying your poor cunt and biting bruises into your neck. The way your nails dig into her back only spurs her on further. “That’s it, baby, take it. Take your Daddy’s cock. Gonna fill you up nice and good, gonna make sure you’re only mine.” She’s panting into your neck, her warm breath against your skin and her quiet grunts and groans only proving to drive you even crazier. You’re scratching at her back and practically wailing with how good you feel. It had been a week since Yelena fucked you before today, you’re starting to think maybe she did that on purpose.
She should’ve done this so much sooner, taken you like this after a crime. A reward for her hard work. But it had to be perfect, it had to be the perfect occasion with the perfect set up and the perfect build up of your desperation. It had to be perfect because you were perfect and she only wanted the absolute best for you. Her darling girl.
She reaches between your bodies and lays her hand just above your cunt, her thumb ghosting over right where you need it. All it takes is a cry of ‘Daddy, please!’ for her to begin working at your clit just the way she knows you like. She can tell you’re about to cum, the signs are there, your trembling thighs and your high pitched whines, the way your nails dig into her skin and how you clench around her cock oh so nicely. And she’ll let you, if you ask, but you have to ask because those are the rules.
You know better than to break the rules.
You can’t hold it anymore, no matter how much you want Yelena to keep fucking you, your orgasm is quickly approaching whether you want it to or not. “Daddy! Daddy, please—please, I’m gonna—I need to— Daddy, please I’m gonna cum!” You’re almost sobbing, ready to plead one more time before Yelena speaks up, “Cum for me, принцесса (princess). Cum all over Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
The sound of your pleasure washing over you, your moans and whimpers as she fucks you through your orgasm, has Yelena pushing over the edge too. Groaning and letting out an uncharacteristically needy whine as she cums, filling you up in a way you weren’t ready for. She was usually careful not to cum inside, says she’d love for you to have her kids, but you’re not ready. She’s breathing deeply to calm herself down as she gives you a minute to catch your breath too.
“Daddy was afraid you’d run away from her, angel, I’m so glad you didn’t make me hurt you.”
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abbyromanoff · 4 months
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Yelena x reader smut, Yelena loves reader's warm milk 🙂
TOO GOOD
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PAIRINGS: Yelena Belova x reader
WORD COUNT: 1,309
WARNINGS: smut, lactation kink, angst, sad!Yelena, little!Yelena, Mommy (R), thigh riding, praise, mentions of cunnilingus, bottom!Yelena, think that’s all :))
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“Lena? Lena, baby, is that you?” You called out, turning the stove off as you sped-walked to the door. You received no answer, but when you turned the corner you saw Yelena standing there, shoulders heavy and a frown on her face. She looked down, dropping her bag before you engulfed her in a hug, eyebrows furrowing when you didn’t feel her return it.
“Hey, hey,” You leaned back, cupping her cheeks and forcing her to return your worried gaze. “Talk to me, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Her cheeks hollowed as her eyes remained on the wall behind you, tears grazing them. You took the sign and sighed, guiding her to the couch where she instantly crawled into you. Her legs crossed yours, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as you heard silent sniffles.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You rubbed her thigh soothingly, kissing her forehead after she shook her head slowly.
“That’s okay, we can just sit right here. Is there anything you want, baby?” She shook her head once more, her body shaking in small shivers.
“Oh, you must be so cold. Here, take this.” You wrapped a blanket around her, continuing to rub her skin to create further warmth. She was shaking less, but you could feel her heartbeat thumping rapidly. Your fingers threaded through her soft hair that felt dry and unwashed.
“When was the last time you had a shower, Lena?” She shrugged, and you wondered if she had blinked at all this entire time.
“Alright, we can wait here for a few minutes and then we need to get you in the shower.” The few minutes flew by faster than she thought and soon enough you were easing her into the bathroom. She stopped you, muttering a few soft words that you were unable to understand, leading her to repeat them as you asked.
“I don’ want a shower,” She stumbled over her sentence. “I wan’ to play with- with the bubbles.” You chuckled at her playful wishes and led her to sit on the edge of the bathtub, turning the knob as water began to flow out. Yelena watched with a grin, clasping her hands together as her leg continued to bounce under your soft caressing.
“You ready to get in, love? C’mon, I’ll go grab your toys.” She waited patiently for you to return, recognizing the items in your hands instantly as the excitement brewed. The reconciliation from earlier seemed to begin to fade as she focused on her Mommy, her lover.
“There you go, are you comfy? Yeah? Good, good.” You spoke as she lowered herself into the warm water, sighing in relief as she felt her sore muscles start to ease. You rubbed her shoulders when noticing this, causing her to squirm as you brought your lips to her neck in teasing kisses. You gathered soap in your hands, letting them run over her body as she traced her finger through the bubbles. Her rubber duck dipped under the water before splashing its way to a return. She giggled every time, and you only stared in admiration.
“You’re so cute, Lena girl.” Her cheeks darkened, her eyes squeezing shut while her nose scrunched as you brushed a hair out of her face. You pecked her forehead twice, the second lingering a moment too long before you leaned back to meet her gaze, your eyes softening as you saw nothing behind them. There was no thought in her head, and you were relieved you got to bring her to a place of such peace.
“Alright, you ready for bedtime, hm? You tired, honey?” She nodded, reaching out to grapple onto your shoulders, her teeth taking her tongue in a deep bite, but she seemed unfazed. You helped her dry off, ruffling her hair and causing the wet locks to become less damp. You ushered her into the panda pajamas she picked out one evening during your online shopping trip before helping her brush her teeth, your lips landing on her shoulders every few moments as reassurance. She gave you a cheery smile once finished, letting you lead her back into the bedroom where she leaped onto the soft mattress. She tossed the blankets over her body as you followed, sitting next to her as she placed her head on your chest. She listened to your heartbeat, drawing small hearts over the skin as goosebumps ran through you.
“Mommy?” Her small, hushed voice came into play. You turned your head to look at her, worry ranking your expression. “Can…can I, uhm,” She poked your breasts softly, running her short fingernails against your nipples, causing the peaks to harden. She giggled at the imprint forming, teasing your shirt down slowly in case she received denial from your end.
“Of course, you can.” You led her face closer by holding the back of her neck, sighing as her tongue teased you. You bit your lip, running your fingers through her hair as she hummed, the soft skin rubbing against her cheek and creating a warm, fuzzy feeling to erupt inside of her. She squirmed, letting the small flood of milk graciously travel down her throat as her knee butted against your core. You moaned from the contact, squeezing your eyes shut as she looked up at you with curious eyes.
“Did I do something wrong, Mommy?” You shook your head, trapping her knee between your thighs as you brought your hips to create a thrusting motion. She blushed, returning her mouth to your skin. You mumbled small praises, chuckling at the whimpers she let out. She began grinding her knee into your heat, her eyes nervously meeting yours in hopes of approval. Your lewd sounds proved her question right, leading her to grin around you. She always loved to please her Mommy, you deserved it after all you do for her.
“That’s it- ah! Mommy’s gonna cum…Mommy’s gonna fucking cum, baby!” Her eyes widened at your derogatory language, her brain instantly switching as she drank in your sweet milk. You choked up a moan, your body twitching as your orgasm rushed through you. You cried out in pleasure, keeping her head close as her eyes continued to grow heavy.
“Mommy-“
“Shh, just- fuck!” You dragged out. “That’s- it! Oh, yes, that’s my good fucking girl, such a good little puppy.” She wrapped her arms around your waist, teasing her teeth over the sensitive bud. You gasped, tugging on her hair lightly in response, leading her to whimper around you and bringing vibrations through your entire being.
“Oh, Mommy got you so, so messy, love!” You examined her slick-covered thigh that glistened under the small lamp with interest, causing her to follow your eye-sight and spot the same. Your body started to calm, although your chest continued to heave in small pants.
“Why don’t you let me clean that up for you, yeah?” She shook her head, clenching her thighs together as you tried prying them apart.
“Lena, don’t be mean to Mommy, I just want to taste you.” You licked the leftover stains of pleasure before inching closer to her heat where you could nearly smell the arousal.
“You’ve already ruined your little shorts, it’s probably best if we take these off. C’mon, don’t make me sad.” You pouted falsely, smirking to yourself once she complied in fear of upsetting you. She grabbed your hand in a hurry, leading it to her core as she nervously parted her legs. You finally removed the article of clothing, causing the cold air to breeze against her skin.
“Tickles, Mommy.” You chuckled, kissing her swollen clit with desire. She gasped, clasping her hands onto the pillows beneath her before you took one, interlacing your fingers together to calm her nerves.
“Don’t be nervous, Mommy is going to make all those tingly feelings go away.”
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yelenasdiary · 6 months
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Kinktober request:
Druglord yelena
Somnophilia
Yelena comes home late after working. Find reader asleep. Reader looks too good to yelena after a long day, and can't help but play with reader. 🤭
Be A Good Toy
Pairing: Drug Lord! Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader
Summary: Yelena arrives home from Cuba for work to find you peacefully asleep in her bed, in one of her oversized tees.
Warnings:18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI!! Smut, Dom! Yelena, Sub! Reader, Yelena has a Penis, Somnophilia, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex, Fingering (R Receiving), Orgasm Control?, Language Warning | 1.4K
Translations: Detka (baby), кукла (doll).
AC:This is all consensual, Yelena & Reader have talked about it.
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After working a long shift and completing a decent number of operations on dogs and cats, desexing mostly, you were exhausted. You've been seeing Yelena for a fair few months now and found yourself staying at her penthouse more than your own apartment, so it wasn't a surprise when Yelena came home around 2am after a long flight to see you sound asleep in her bed. With a soft cool breeze coming through the window, the duvet only covered your knees, giving the blonde a perfect view of what she missed in her absence.
She could tell you were in somewhat of a deep sleep, but she couldn't help the twitch in her boxers as she gently palmed at her clothed self. "Fuck I've missed you" she muttered to herself as she took in the view of your exposed legs, her eyes trailing up to your black lacey panties. Her boner only growing as she kneeled onto the bed, letting her left hand softly rub over your right butt cheek, giving it a light squeeze. You shifted slightly in your sleep, pushing yourself more into Yelena's hand. She smirked before lightly biting her bottom lip. 
Gently, Yelena turned you onto your back, giving her a better view of you in one of her oversized tees drove her crazy while she palmed at herself harder. The blonde groaned softly to herself as she unzipped her pants and reached for her cock, releasing it from her boxers. With one hand wrapped around her length, stroking herself, her other hand pushed your tee up slightly before her lips placed soft kisses on your stomach. 
You stirred at the touch of her lips, "daddy" you mumbled in your sleep. Yelena looked up at you before kissing your cheek, "shh detka, daddy's home" she whispered before kissing your neck. "Missed you" you mumbled once more, unable to bring yourself to completely wake up. "I know detka, I missed you too" Yelena replied between kisses, one hand keeping her from crushing you while the other rubbed the inside of your thigh, "gonna make you feel good" she added. 
She brought her hand higher up your thigh, gently rubbing over your clothed pussy causing a light moan to leave your lips. A soft smile tugged at your lips as Yelena covered your face with pecks of kisses while her hand continued to rub against you, making you wetter with each rub. Your soft moans grew louder, and Yelena found you trying to grind yourself against her hand, "please daddy" you moaned so softly that Yelena almost missed it. She hushed you once more, this time with her lips on yours before pulling away with your bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Don't worry detka, just get your beauty sleep and daddy will make you feel good" she whispered after releasing your lip. 
Moving your panties to the side, she slid two fingers up and down between your folds, brushing over your clit just to watch your upper body slightly squirm. She loved how wet she could make you with simple touches, she brought her fingers to her lips and licked your arousal off them, humming at the sweetness of you on her tongue. "God, you're so fucking sweet" she mumbled to herself knowing you were too tired to even make sense of her words. 
Your back arched ever so slightly as you felt Yelena's two fingers slide into your pussy with ease, you heard her sigh with relief as if she was truly home along with some words that you didn't care to listen too as your dream soon faded to the thought of your partner's fingers deep inside you. 
"You're so wet with just my fingers detka" Yelena spoke, mostly to herself as she slid them in and out while her thumb toyed with your clit. Moans and mumbled words left your lips as you tried to beg her for more, for her to push her fingers deeper inside of you. Your eyes flickered open when Yelena stopped her actions suddenly, "N-no" you groaned, throwing your head back, "don't tease" you added in a mumble. 
Yelena chuckled as she repositioned herself, aligning the tip of her cock with your entrance after using your wetness as a lubricant before sliding inside your pussy once more. She moaned at how tightly you gripped her length, "fuck кукла" she groaned as she sunk herself in, "I love how tight you are!" she added. You moaned her name as she filled you with her cock, already gripping the sheets with your fists. 
The drug lord could tell you were trying to keep your eyes open, she gently brushed loose strands of hair back out of your face before kissing you with hunger, "sleep detka, be a good toy and let daddy use your pretty pussy" she whispered. Her words along with her gentle thrusts caused you to moan once more, nodding as your eyes closed over. Eger to please you, Yelena began to speed up her thrusts. She moved your tee up, giving her full access to your breasts that bounced with every thrust the blonde gave you.
She toyed with them, groping them, squeezing them, pinching and tugging at your nipples while she chased her high. The room filled with the sounds of bare skin slapping against one another mixed with both of your moans, you clenched around her cock to let her know you were getting closer. "F-fuck detka, you're clenching me so fucking tight!" you heard her say as her hands gripped your hips as she began to move your body in time with her thrusts, your moans growing louder. 
Yelena always loved the view of watching her cock ruin your pussy, watching how easily you sucked her right back in. "You gonna cum for me detka?" she asked not even bothered that your fists were turning white with how hard you were gripping at the sheets. 
"Y-yes daddy!" you replied in a moan before bringing your left hand to rub your clit. 
"Uh Huh" Yelena slapped your hand away, "toys don't touch themselves without asking" she reminded you before she thrusted into you deeper. Quickly, you covered your mouth to muffle the scream of pleasure her cock was giving you, "p-please daddy! G'nna cum!" You spoke in a muttered moan. "That's not how you ask detka" Yelena replied as she applied pressure to your clit but rubbing tight circles around the bundle of nerves. 
"P-ple-please daddy! C-can I cum? P-please!" You begged with your left hand wrapped around Yelena's wrists as she toyed with your clit, your nails digging into her skin while you did your best to hold your orgasm from taking over. 
Yelena quickened her thrusts, her head thrown back slightly as she could feel her own high approaching, "go on detka, cum all over my cock" she spoke, finally giving you permission. With her head slightly thrown back and her eyes closed, Yelena didn't see the devilish smirk that took over your lips, "S'close daddy!" you moaned, holding your orgasm. 
"Fuck!" Yelena moaned, her balls heavy and ready to unload but she never, ever, finished before you did. "K-keep going d-daddy! Fuck me!!" you moaned, throwing your head back as Yelena's eyes shot open to look at you, she shook her head knowing just what you were doing to her. Her fingers pinched your clit making you arch your back, "I said cum detka" she spoke. Her little trick worked, you couldn't hold it any longer and gushed all cover her length, moaning her well-earned title as you came.  
She helped you ride out your high, fucking into you a little harder before she couldn't bare it anymore. "Where do you want it detka?" she asked as she always did when she fucked you raw. "C-cover me daddy!" you looked at her, she nodded before pulling out and stroking herself quickly before unloading her load over your lower stomach. You watched as her cum shot itself onto your skin to the last drop, Yelena crushed down beside you to catch her breath. Your eyes were heavy once more, too tired to even think about cleaning yourself up until you felt Yelena gently turn you onto your left side, kissing the back of your neck she whispered, "I'm not done with you yet just yet detka, go back to sleep, daddy will clean you up when I'm done"
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Dubcon with Yelena Belova
Kinktober Day Fifteen! (I know its the 30th but I will continue to write every single prompt until I'm finished. Deal with it.)
YELENA BELOVA X FEM!READER
Word Count: 3.0K
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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WARNINGS: Dubious consent, fingering (r!receiving/giving), mentions of the Red Room, pre!black widow movie, inexperienced Yelena, inexperienced reader, dom!Yelena, sub!reader, angst at the end, semi-public sex
SYNOPSIS: Yelena sees two women having sex during her last mission and curiosity is eating at her. Who better to test these feelings on but you, her partner? Even if it is without asking first...
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For the longest time, it was dark. Dark, dreary, cold rooms and sterile lights that hold no warmth, and no security. Trained by the assassins before, all she had known was harsh touches and no sweetness… Well, that was only partly true.
There was always you.
It was the one thing the Red Room couldn’t take away from her, because you were always there with her. You weren’t just her partner during missions: you were her friend. Every time a mission was finished, you would crawl into your bunk and your second of being alone was very short lived. You felt the weight of your best friend on top of you and looked down just long enough to see her push her long blonde hair away from her face.
“Are you alright, lisichka?” You looked down at her and listened to her soft breathing. Her fingertips held onto your sides while pushing her face into your chest.
“I spend my days in the cold, killing people, zolotse,” She sighed, reaching for your hand and closing her eyes just so she can bask in your presence. You smiled and gently ran your fingers through her hair in the way she loved so much. All of the other widows were asleep, or on other assignments, so you both were almost alone within the room. “This is the best part of my days.”
“You’re just too clingy,” You teased, flinching only a little when you felt her pinch your hip.
“Shut up,” Yelena barked, rolling her eyes before shutting them and attempting to sleep. You reached for the covers and pulled it up over the both of you, trying to relax and calm your racing heart. Hopefully the blonde couldn’t hear or feel it against her face.
The nights were like this all of the time. Whenever both of you were in the Red Room together, Yelena would crawl into bed with you and whisper sweet words until you both went to sleep together so you didn’t feel so alone… Many nights you wanted to lean down and give her a good night kiss, but held yourself back. Yelena only saw you as friend… right?
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Well, that was something you had thought before tonight.
At some point you had switched positions while sleeping, and you were laying on your side as you slept peacefully… However, Yelena could not. Not after what she saw today. Through her sniper scope, Yelena had tried to find her target, but had stopped over a window with drawn curtains… Two women, locked in a passionate tangle of limbs, kisses, and pleasure.
It was all Yelena could think about… she wondered what you would look like if you were moaning like that woman she saw through the windows.
Yelena didn’t know what was happening until her arm wrapped around your body and very softly, she pushed herself against you, her nose pushing into your shoulder and her heart racing. It was such a simple gesture and she’s held you while sleeping before… but this felt different somehow. It felt forbidden.
You smelled so comforting. Not like the rest of this twisted place she resided in. You smelled warm, sweet, and so secure. You were home for Yelena, and she was so… so desperate to feel you. To hear what you would sound like if you were to moan against her like she saw through her scope earlier that day.
Yelena felt her hands shake. Why? She was a trained assassin, one of the most aggressive killers of all the Black Widows! Why was she terrified of this?
You were still fast asleep as Yelena slowly slid her hands up and gently felt the softness of your breasts in her hands. Her heart pounded as she squeezed and played with the soft flesh in between her fingers, breathing slowly and forcing herself to calm down. You felt so soft and so gentle in comparison to what she’s seen you do in the field. You were as ruthless as she was, and showed your aggression on more occasions than she could count.
A soft sight left Yelena’s throat and she buried her face between your shoulder blades. No one in their bunk room seemed to take notice of what was happening… or if they did, nothing was said. The blonde held onto your chest and played with your tits for nearly half an hour.
Squeezing the soft flesh, rolling it between her fingers, admiring how warm they were under your shirt, how you seemed to whine in your sleep when she reached underneath the fabric barrier between her hands and your chest, gently rubbing her fingertips against your nipples and admiring how they hardened with every curious touch she delivered. Something about this was… intoxicating. And Yelena wanted more.
She was so engrossed in feeling your body that Yelena didn’t notice when you started to stir awake. You frowned in confusion at the sensation you were feeling, but the spike of sudden pleasure that raced down your spine had you shoving your face into the pillow next to your head to stay quiet.
You knew Yelena’s touch. Her hands were always cold on your skin.
“Lisichka?” You said in the dark, looking over your shoulder a little to try and see Yelena’s face. “W-What are you—”
“Be quiet,” She barked, using her assassin voice as one of her hands slid from your chest down to ghost between your legs. What was she doing? Why was she touching you like… that…
You had to bite down on your pillow to stifle the moan that escaped you. The blonde’s fingers began sliding across the outline of your slit through your pajamas and it made your entire body shiver with delight. Yelena was quiet as she touched you, almost like she was afraid to speak or make any real noise in case she scared you off.
“You’re so warm,” Yelena sighed into your shoulder as she scooted even closer, biting down on her lip as she ventured her hand into your sleep pants, passed your panties and ghosting over the fluff on your pelvis. When her fingertips touched your clit, you gripped her by the forearm, biting down a little harder on the pillow and closing your eyes.
Did you want her to stop? It felt nice… you liked how her cold touch felt on your warm wetness, but was it what you wanted? Would she even stop if you told her to? Yelena seemed so focused, so trained upon touching you that you had a feeling nothing short of fighting her would make her stop.
Yelena slotted one of her legs between yours to keep them apart, rubbing your clit in slow circles under the blanket and your clothing as she breathed you in, her nose against your neck and her hips pressing as close as possible against your rear. You kept a hold on her arm, almost like you were trying to stop her but didn’t make any motion to actually put up a fight.
Of course, it wasn’t enough for Yelena. You don’t know when she snapped, but in seconds, she was flipping you over onto your back and grabbed at your wrists. Both hands pressed into the bed behind your head, you looked up at your best friend, eyes full of slight terror, but also arousal for this entire situation. You didn’t know what to feel.
“Yelena, wait—” You attempted to voice your protest, but she wasn’t hearing it. Her one free hand grabbed at your sleep pants and yanked them down without a second thought. She was in aggression mode, as you called it before as a joke… But now? Now this wasn’t a joke. No, you were afraid of what she was doing, and thinking.
At any moment, someone could come into this room. At any moment, one of the other Widows would see what was happening between you two. The only saving grace was that the room was almost completely dark, and even if someone did notice, you wouldn’t know they were seeing you being touched by the blonde overtop of you.
“Stop talking,” She spoke in that deep Russian accent that used to make you shiver in a good way. But now you were just scared… “This is easier if you are quiet.”
“W-What is easier—Yelena, lisichka, please,” You knew that when you called her that, that it did things to her. But you had no idea how much until Yelena sighed, her eyes fluttering a little before she reached down and pressed her fingers between your legs again. The way she was touching you was making you shiver, and it wasn’t because of her cold hands.
“I have to know,” Yelena said, calculating and quiet as her touch got more aggressive. She abandoned your clit and slid her fingers lower and lower until she was prodding at your entrance with her middle finger. Your wrists flexed against her grip, but she kept you still as she made eye contact with you and watched your face contort as Yelena sunk her finger inside of you.
You immediately bit down on your lip and tried to keep silent. Whatever was in store for you, nothing was worse than being caught by the other widows.
Yelena was right… You were beautiful like this. But she wasn’t close to done yet. She was just starting.
Cautiously, the blonde removed the grip on your wrists and opted for pressing her hand against your mouth as she leaned down and began to slowly thrust into your warmth with her cold finger. You cried into the widow’s hand and tried to keep quiet, but it was so hard. Yelena was doing all of the right things, but you couldn’t admit just how good it felt. Because regardless of what you were feeling, she didn’t ask… You didn’t want things to happen like this.
Yelena was only gentle for the first few minutes… and then she began to get aggressively rough. She added in a second finger and grabbed your face with more strength than you expected just to keep you quiet. The sounds leaving your throat were doing things to Yelena that she didn’t want to admit. The assassin could feel her own wetness growing between her legs, the fabric of her underwear sticking uncomfortably to her own skin.
You gasped when she released your face and grabbed at your own hand, sliding it down and inside of her sleep pants. The fear in your eyes began to dissipate when you felt just how soaked she was. Heart thrumming inside of your chest, you cautiously rubbed along her slit and could faintly make out her eyes rolling back in her head.
“You did this to me, zolotse… You must fix it,” She said, dropping down over your body and you felt her blonde hair tickle your cheek as you saw the expression on her face. She looked so desperate for you to touch and feel her. How could you refuse? She was your partner, after all. “Please…”
Your fingers found her clit and slowly rubbed with the tips of your digits, making her pound her fingers deeper into your cunt like her life depended on it. You had to bite down on your lip to keep quiet and Yelena didn’t miss the way you were holding back. The way you were touching her in the gentlest way possible, in contrast to how she was fucking you as hard as she could give, it was a rollercoaster of emotions.
It seemed that Yelena was now having just as much of a hard time as you with keeping quiet. Her hips stuttered on your hand whenever you touched her just right and she reangled her hand so she could rub your clit with her thumb while she pumped her fingers into you. Yelena was more responsive to slow and gentle while you were one for hard, fast stimulation. She was giving as good as she could while you were more focused on giving her pleasure.
“B-Being t-t-too loud,” You stuttered out pitifully, trying to hide your face in the pillow and keep quiet so the other widows couldn’t hear you two.
“Use me,” Yelena said between pleasure-filled gasps. You paused at her words, and she began grinding against you desperately. “No, no, don’t stop… Just use me to keep us q-quiet…”
“U-Use you?”
Yelena rolled her eyes and grabbed at your face with her free hand once again, her fingers reaching the deepest parts of you and making your eyes roll back in your head so far that your irises vanished for a split second. “Use. Me.”
You knew what she meant now. Without warning, you wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her down, pressing your lips against hers like you couldn’t do anything but kiss her and continue to rub her clit like your life depended on it. Yelena curled her fingers upward and gently pressed them to your spongey walls just right that you saw stars behind your eyes and instinctively bit down on her bottom lip while your fingers began to speed up against her.
Yelena didn’t miss how you squealed into her mouth, and she pulled back for a second, looking down into your eyes as her fingers twisted and she slammed them against that spot again. You twisted in place and your fingers slid down a little more before they found Yelena’s tightness, and you pushed two fingers into her without hesitation.
The blonde shuddered at the sudden intrusion of your digits, and she immediately began grinding down into you, almost riding your fingers in rapid desperation. Russian curse words died on her lips as she remembered that she must stay quiet.
You two would never know that every other widow in that room had been woken up by your noises, but none of them interrupted your shared pleasure. There were nine other bunks in your room, and the eight that the widows occupied were as silent as the grave, simply listening to the way Yelena’s fingers fucked into you so good that it was making you see stars.
“Y-Yelena,” You gasped, pressing your forehead into hers as you tried to match her motions and curled them upward to see if she had that same sweet spot that you did. Something was twisting inside of you, like a band was tightening around your heart and you felt like it was going to stop. “S-Something is… F…feels w-we-weird…”
“I know, zolotse…” Yelena panted, her cunt tightening around your fingers when you touched her just right and made her hand tremble with pleasure against your pussy. “I f-feel it too… T-Together?”
You nodded, almost chasing the feeling as you began to pant and focus on the pleasure. Yelena’s eyes closed as she pushed her face into your shoulder, breathing slowly and allowing herself to finally feel just how good it felt to let go like this.
For the smallest moment, Yelena forgot everything. She forgot where she was and that this horrendous place had taken everything from her. She forgot that she was a killer, and that you were nothing but her partner for slaughter… Yelena imagined it was just you and her in a home and you were kissing her sweetly and saying that you loved her.
The band inside both of you snapped and Yelena felt white hot pleasure race all over her body. She bent down and pressed her lips into your own, crying and whimpering as she felt your cunt squeeze her fingers and your own pleasure forced your body to almost sing for her.
“Fuck…” Yelena growled into your mouth, whining and riding out the euphoria with you together. The sounds you made had her cunt throbbing around your digits, like her pussy had a heartbeat of its own and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling even if she tried.
You slowly leaned back, panting and shivering as Yelena broke the kiss and looked down at you with a gaping expression. You could feel the tears splattering against your face and you looked somewhat confused at the tears falling.
“Lisichka… Please, what is it?” You panted, looking up at your friend and frowning. She removed her fingers from you and forced you to do the same, watching with confusion as she wiped her hand on her pants and scrambled to the edge of the bed as far away from you as possible. “Lisichka …”
“Don’t—” The blonde immediately tried to escape from you. “Don’t call me that.”
“Yelena, please,” You begged, scooting forward and gently grabbed at her arm. You could feel her muscles flexing under her shirt and you frowned a little deeper. She was acting like at any moment she was going to hit you. “Why did you do that? And why won’t you look at me now?”
The blonde was now getting aggressively upset and shook you off. “It meant nothing.”
Your eyes widened and you felt your stomach clench uncomfortably at her words. Yelena stood from your bunk, and you didn’t get the chance to grab her before she slid back into her own bed away from you. It was the first time in days that she’d laid in her own bed and away from you. The mattress suddenly felt so cold without her.
“Just forget it happened.” Yelena stated sternly, forcing herself to close her eyes in the dark.
You suddenly felt disgusting… you felt dirty and used, more than usual. Like Yelena was only using you and like she didn’t see you in the same way as before…
Yelena heard your soft sobs in the dark as you turned over and pushed your face into the pillow, tears staining the fabric as you dreaded waking up the next morning and looking your partner in the eyes…
But when morning arrived, Yelena was already gone.
She was on a very special assignment, without you. She had chosen her team, and you were not selected within said crew. To say you were hurt was an understatement. But that feeling was quickly overtaken by pure, utter betrayal and agony. The widows returned, and Yelena was gone.
She had deserted. She was defective and she left them behind.
Yelena had left you behind.
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screaminglygay · 5 months
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KINKTOBER day 8
pairings: ringmaster!yelena belova x fem!reader
summary: you and yelena are getting ready for a big circus night.
warnings: smut!!!, bootworship, leg humping, yelena being mean, like really mean, slight kicking, yelena is being harsh, not proofread, if anything else let me know
word count: 2.2k
an: she´s so mean i love her, also can we all agree that florence is rocking every look? im so gay, i need her asap, also this is very much dedicated to the one annon, who was really happy that i´m writing yelena, sooo if you´re reading this, i hope you like:)
(italics = your thoughts)
!MDNI!
Enjoy this spooky season and be safe!
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As you sit nervously in Yelena's luxurious office, your palms are sweaty and your heart racing, you can't help but feel a surge of anxiety pulsating through your veins. Today is the night of the grandest show, and you are waiting for your boss, Yelena, who is the ringmaster of the most magnificent circus in the whole country. Even though you have to put up with Yelena's severe attitude in order to fulfill your demanding duty as her assistant, it's an honor to be a part of her world. But today, she seems to be acting much more furiously. 
The tension in the room is palpable, and you can't shake off the feeling that tonight's performance is more critical than any that came before. Yelena's office has a harsh professionalism that contrasts dramatically with the vibrant circus outside. Dark-colored walls, a finely polished wooden desk, and leather chairs create a refined and serious atmosphere. The few decorations that adorn the room are carefully selected and maintained. Instead of vivid colors, the office is dominated by shades of deep charcoal gray. 
On the walls, there are a few framed photos displaying new costume ideas and sketches. These costume concepts, though they carry the potential for vibrant and dazzling displays, appear as muted pencil sketches, that she made herself. 
The door to the office swings open, and Yelena enters, her vibrant costume and piercing gaze commanding the attention of the room. Her red and gold attire shimmers under the soft glow of the office lights, her face adorned with black make-up, her hair is slick back, and her overall look screams that she owns this place. And much more... she owns the people here too. 
"Finally," she snaps, her voice as sharp, a growl, and you flinch at the acidic tone that cuts through the room. 
Your racing heart threatens to betray your composure, but you hold your ground, offering a tentative smile. "I'm sorry, Yelena. I was just making sure everything was-" 
She cuts you off with a wave of her hand. "No excuses, just be useful for once. The spotlight is on me tonight, and I will not tolerate any mistakes. Make sure the costumes are in order, the animals are ready, and the performers are sharp. We can't afford to falter." 
Her words sting, and you swallow your pride, nodding obediently. Despite her harsh exterior, you understand that tonight means as much to her as it does to you. The circus is her kingdom, and she is the reigning queen. You cannot help but wonder if her anger is just a shield, a way to cope with the immense pressure she carries on her shoulders. 
You´re in for a long night under Yelena's watchful, unrelenting eye, but it's all part of the mesmerizing, chaotic world of the circus. As the ringmaster departs for her preparations, you steal a glance at the eager audience beyond the office window, ready to be dazzled.  
As Yelena gazes out of the office window onto the bustling circus grounds, her expression remains stern. Her crimson-gloved fingers drum impatiently on the window shelf. With a cool, calculating voice, she turns to you, and says, "The show starts in twenty minutes, and I see you've managed to mess up nearly everything, as usual." 
Your heart sinks, and you find yourself on the receiving end of her relentless critique. It's not uncommon for Yelena to be demanding, but today, her tone cuts deeper, her words more vicious than ever. 
She continues, "The costumes were wrinkled, the animals look dispirited, and the performers have that 'couldn't-care-less' attitude. It's no wonder I had to come and check on you, because you clearly can't be trusted to get anything right." 
You struggle to hold back tears as her words strike like daggers. You have poured your heart and soul into ensuring that everything runs smoothly, but Yelena's critical remarks have the ability to destroy your self-confidence. 
Her piercing gaze remains fixed on you, her face says it right away, no trace of empathy at all. "You're lucky you have a boss like me to catch your countless mistakes. If it weren't for my watchful eye, this circus would have fallen apart long ago. There's no room for error, especially not tonight. Do you understand?" 
As you nod in silence, the weight of her criticism threatens to crush your spirit, but you know that, in this world, in Yelena´s world, perfection is the only standard. With trembling hands you put your fallen hair behind your ears, trying to regain your composure and make sure tonight's performance lives up to Yelena's exacting standards. 
Yelena fixes her gaze on you, her eyes still piercing but with a faint glimmer of something resembling compassion. "You know, I could fire you right now if I wanted to," she says, her tone less venomous but still firm. 
You nod quickly, unable to meet her eyes, "Yes, I know." 
A hint of a cynical smile crosses her lips. "I'm being kinder to you than you deserve, you know," she continues. 
Again, you nod, your voice barely above a whisper, "Yes, I know." 
Yelena sighs, her frustration evident, but there is something in her eyes, that you don´t understand, yet. "You might be a mess, but you're my mess," she admits, almost grudgingly. 
Your heart flutters with a mix of relief as you nod again, saying, "Yes, I know." You understand that, for all her harshness, you occupy a unique place in Yelena's world. In this chaotic, enigmatic circus, you're her right-hand, for better or for worse. 
Yelena glances at the ornate clock on her office wall, a rare hint of anxiety crossing her features. "We have just 15 minutes before the show starts," she says, her tone monotone. 
You dare to seize this fleeting opportunity. "Yelena," you begin hesitantly, "Can you please-" 
She raises an eyebrow, clearly irritated but willing to listen for once. "Go on," she snaps. 
You take a deep breath and finally ask the question that has been lingering in your mind for far too long. "Can I have... can you touch me?" You don´t dare to look into her eyes, “you´ve said that if I´ll be good for the next few weeks, you will let me-” you quickly stop yourself before saying the word, that felt so naughty to you.  
 “Cum?” She smirks, but her composure still stays still. 
You simply just nod. 
“I didn´t say I will let you cum, I´ve said I will think about it,” she tilts her head. “And you think you did such a phenomenal job, that you deserve to be touched by me, let alone cum?” She chuckles. 
“Yes, I do.” You mumble, but it was loud enough for Yelena to hear. 
For a moment, Yelena seemed taken aback, as if your answer wasn't what she was expecting. But she likes you being more confident and direct. Then, with a reluctant nod, she agrees, "You have 13 minutes. Get on your knees,” she said it like it was such a bother to her, which it was in a way. 
You instantly drop to your knees. 
Yelena takes a step closer to you. In that moment, you glance down and notice something – a pair of classic Doc Martens boots on her feet, an elegant choice, they also look very new, so she must have bought them for tonight's occasion.  
Yelena notices your gaze fixated on her boots and a sly idea takes root in her mind. She smirks and, maintaining her stern demeanor, she speaks, "You can get off on my shoe." Your eyes instantly meet hers. Before you can say anything, she adds, “12 minutes.” 
“I-” you don´t even know what you want to say to her. 
“Fine, if you don´t want it, then don´t waste my time.” Yelena turns away, ready to walk out of her office. 
“Wait!” She can feel that you crawl on the floor to grip her leg. 
Yelena just looks down and stops in her tracks, “I´m waiting, but the people are not.” She sighs, “11 minutes.” she once again checks the clock. 
As for Yelena´s request, months ago, you stopped wearing panties, first it was just around or in the office rule, but now it´s been almost four months since you´ve seen your panties.  
You simply raise your skirt and get to work. Being wet around Yelena was basically your main task as her assistant, so none of you are surprised when her new shoe is already covered with your juices. You also didn´t want to waste any more time as you knew very well, she would kick you off of her and leave you there without zero pity.  
So you had to do it quickly, it was a week without her touch and even more time without you being able to cum. Yelena is saying “cumming is too distracting, when you need perfection.” And of course, her little stupid toy can´t do more than one thing at the same time. 
“9 minutes.” Yelena says with something that sounds like disgust in her voice. 
Your hips speed up at her words and your nails digs into her calf, which she won´t admit aloud, but she is enjoying this moment a lot. To have power over someone's life was on her daily basis, but it is different with you. She knew you would do anything for her, even if it meant it would hurt you. 
Many times, she wanted to direct her emotions on something, especially her rage and that was a moment where you´ve volunteered and she knew right away, she's going to keep you as her little stupid punching bag, that she will occasionally award with little touch or maybe an orgasm, when you would behave.  
“7 minutes.”  
You know you have permission to release, but you still want to show her how good you can be. “P-please, may I cum?” you let out soft whimpers. 
“Are you that stupid? Do you want me to write a blessing?” She aggressively moved her shoe up and down, and because Yelena was really strong and her thighs could kill people, it wasn’t hard to lift you up.  
“S-sorry...” you whine out loud this time. 
“Did I tell you to speak?” Her gaze met yours and you immediately look away, bitting your lower lip to stay quiet as possible. 
You continue of rocking your hips, feeling how your clit is getting more sensitive, as her shoe is the perfect material for you to hump.  
“4 minutes.” And with Yelena´s words, you come. Your juices being everywhere, on her shoe, on her pants, on your skirt, on the extremely expensive carpet, just everywhere. 
Yelena looks down on the mess you´ve made and with a big sight she says, "Your incompetence is almost a talent in itself." She moves her feet, and you fall as you´re not even fully back from your strong orgasm.  
“3 minutes.” She is still counting down. But to what? You´ve already came. "Is it too much to ask for a shred of intelligence from you? Apparently, it is." She moves her feet in the air, hoping you will finally get it.  
Still nothing. 
Her patience fading, observes the mess you have made and finally mutters, "The shoe won't clean it itself, you know. Or perhaps you were expecting a miracle?" Her tone, as always, laced with disdain and a hint of mockery, serves as a reminder that in her world, only immediate action and perfection are acceptable. 
Oh.  
You quickly lower yourself as you know that you do not have much time, so you open your mouth and your tongue kitten licks her shoe clean, at least you are trying to. Tasting the mixture of yourself and the leather bring you shivers right to your pussy, as you would want to cum again and again and again-  
“1 minute.” Yelena put her foot in the air, for you to clean even the bottom of her shoe. Now tasting only plastic rubber, which wasn´t the most tasteful thing, but your only wish right now is to do a decent job for Yelena and her satisfaction. 
“Get off.” She put her foot down and inspects your work.  
Yelena inspects the work you've completed, and after a long pause, she remarks, "Well, it's not a bad job. I might be a little impressed." 
Your eyes light up with excitement, and you ask, "Really?" 
Yelena smirks and adds with a hint of sarcasm, "Oh, don't get too carried away. I did say 'a little,' after all. We wouldn't want you to think you've achieved mastery, now would we?" 
Coming from Yelena herself, not on paper, but in person, this is a compliment. 
 Yelena continues, "Next time, I expect you will do without being told what to do, a concept known as 'initiative,' in case you're unfamiliar." 
She smirks, "But then again, I wouldn't want to deprive you of the joy of my guidance, would I?" 
Yelena turns to leave, her Doc Martens shoes thudding against the floor with an air of firm authority. She strides toward the circus arena, ready to show the world once more, who the true master of the show is. 
Ahhh so what do we think?
Also thank youuu for reading!! 💕💕
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currentlyfckingurmom · 8 months
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Yelena gets jealous.
Absolutely blindsided by jealousy.
She doesn’t understand her emotions well enough to express them with words.
So when Wanda flirts with you and you flirt back?
Oh, she gets mad.
Drags you out of the room and shoves you into the nearest closet, office, storage room—anything.
And if there isn’t a room nearby? She’ll take you right there in the hallway.
“You think you can just talk to her like that? Hm?”
“Yelena-”
“Don’t fucking interrupt me. You don’t get to talk to her or anyone else like that.”
“We didn’t mean anything by it, Lena.”
“You sure about that? You sure this mess isn’t for Wanda?”
She’ll run her hand along your soaked underwear to prove her point.
“Fuck—Yelena, I’m yours. It’s all for you.”
“You’re damn right it is. And I’m gonna make sure the whole fucking compound knows it.”
And she’ll get rough. Without even meaning to. Her fingers will leave bruises on your neck and she’ll use a knife to get you out of your clothes.
She won’t kiss you when she’s like this, but she’ll bite. Leave marks where everyone will see.
She’ll fuck you hard until you cum over and over again, making you scream her name.
And when it’s over and her anger subsides, she’ll see the damage done to your body and try to push you away.
But you won’t let her, only holding her tighter and saying how much you love her.
“I don’t deserve you” she’ll say.
“I deserve to choose who I want to love. And I love you.”
And then she’ll bring you to your room and show you how much she loves you too, even if she can’t say it yet.
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imaginedanvrs · 4 months
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carol danvers
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how the mighty crumble
home, sweet home
natasha romanoff
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my demon gave me everything series (completed)
can't quit you
where did you go? l part 2
wanda maximoff
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almost doesn't mean never
atonement
yelena belova
encrypted relations series
kate bishop
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blissful ache
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