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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!

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! 💕💕💕

This went totally different way than I wanted to, but hey, here we are :p

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unknowndrone · 8 months

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Yelena’s Diary

Yelena Belova X Fem!Reader

Prompt: Natasha finds Yelena’s diary which results in the contents of the diary getting revealed to you.

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: siblings threatening to kill each other

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She should’ve known better. As the greatest spy and assassin in the world with a sibling with a similar title, she should’ve known that unless that diary was sewn to her body, Natasha was somehow going to get her grubby hands on it.

“Give it back, Natasha!” She hisses.

They were like school girls, things that Yelena would only ever see happening in the American TV shows, not between two assassins. Natasha flips through the pages, while simultaneously dodging Yelena’s efforts to retrieve the book.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. How many chapters are you going to spend complaining about the team and complimenting Y/N?” she questions.

“Natasha, I am not afraid to stab you!” the younger sister threatens.

“Do it,” Natasha challenges. “I bet you’d love to explain to Y/N why you felt the need to stab her favorite Black Widow.”

“-you are not her favorite Black Widow!”

“Just because you wrote it in your diary doesn’t mean it’s actually true-”

“Stop it!” Yelena screams once more. This time she pounces on to her sister’s shoulders. Natasha wildly spins knowing that Yelena was seconds away from putting her into a choke hold before throwing Yelena on to the bed.

Natasha paces away, flipping through the pages and gaining a few more paragraphs before her sister would rush to attack once more. “Who taught you to draw a heart like that, Lena?”

The younger widow pouts. “Give it back, Natasha!”

That’s the thing about older siblings. They’re a menace.

At this point, the two widows were running through the compound. The blonde chasing the red head with no one to stop them. No one except-

The elevator door opens, revealing you. You just returned from your mission only to see Natasha trying to evade Yelena who looked ready to murder her. You raise your eyebrow, noticing how they were far too busy trying to fight each other that they didn’t hear the elevator door.

Your eyes dart to see Steve walking past you with a book in his hand. Tapping his shoulder to get his attention, you gesture towards the widows. “What happened?”

Steve only lets out a laugh, shaking his head. “Yelena’s been chasing Nat for hours.” He explains before leaving you to your thoughts.

As amusing as it is to watch the two widows play a game of cat and mouse, you figured that it was time for the two to reconcile as you carefully approach them, making sure not to get too close just in case Yelena decides to throw a knife at Natasha and you aren’t able to dodge it in time.

Eventually you get close enough, crossing your arms, fighting the amused smirk that was forming at your lips. When you let out a cough, the fight instantly stops. Natasha smiles brightly when she sees you, almost too brightly. Meanwhile, Yelena looks more horrified than she is happy. Part of your heart wrenches as to why she looks so disheartened to see you. She was always happy to see you.

“That’s enough fighting for you two, don’t you think?” You suggest, eyes darting between Yelena and then Natasha.

Natasha glances at Yelena, nodding, “I agree.” Her response only earns another glare from the blonde widow.

“How was your mission?” Yelena asks you.

You shrug, “Standard.” Your eyes catch at what seems like a journal in Natasha’s hand. “I didn’t know you journal, Nat.”

Natasha holds the book up, the smile on her face becoming more mischievous. “Oh me? Oh no,this isn’t mine. This is-”

“Natasha stop! Don’t you dare ruin this for me!” Yelena hisses.

But just before Natasha can say anything, Yelena pounces on her. Your eyes widen at the violence and Yelena’s sudden persistence. You knew if you didn’t act now, the floors of the Avengers facility might be painted red. So your arms grab Yelena’s shoulders and you pull her until her back is flushed against you.

“That’s enough!” you bark, trying to get the two siblings to stop.

Yelena almost instantly relaxes in your hold. It wasn’t your first time holding her. In fact, you’ve hugged her many times before whether it be before missions when you return home from missions or whenever she’s upset. Your touch was like an instant sedative.

This one especially.

Natasha sighs in relief, but her hand was still clutching the book. When she meets eyes with her sister, she notices how Yelena almost looks like she melted into a pool of her own love for you. Regardless, you pull Yelena away, dragging her to her room before things get worse.

“Oh here’s your book Yelena…” Natasha teases, handing the book to her sister. Yelena quickly snatches it before you could get your hands on it. You know better than to ask questions seeing how pissed Yelena was. You figured that you would have a chat with Natasha as to why she’s going through her sister’s belongings later. For now, you need to make sure Yelena has cooled down.

The two of you are now sitting in your room. Yelena is laying in bed while you are getting changed into more comfortable clothes. The book is held protectively over her chest. It seems to be super glued to her like she didn’t want anyone seeing what was inside.

“So…is there anything in that private journal I don’t know about?” you tease while slipping on your pajamas.

The blonde blushes profusely, “no,” she speaks a little too quickly.

“I’m not pushing, Lena. I was just curious,” you shrug. “You’re allowed to have your own private thoughts.”

Yelena looks at you for a while. She’s been doing that a lot recently where you would notice her gaze on you seemed to linger longer than expected. It made you curious at what was going through her little head.

Eventually, you plop yourself on the bed next to her and, like many other nights before, you two bask in each other’s presence. You found her shoulder comforting, so you lay your head there, too, observing her reaction intently. To your surprise, you feel her muscles visibly tense for a moment before easing into your warmth.

“Is everything okay?” you ask her suddenly.

“Everything is fine,” the assassin dismisses. “Just stop talking…”

Of course, her dismissive attitude made you just slightly more worried. Yelena was your best friend. The only time she was ever like this is when she’s afraid of something but she’s too scared to tell you. Just like the time she was secretly afraid of the sound of thunder so she actively avoided Thor and also tended to blast your music louder than usual during a storm. You knew just as well as Natasha when something was wrong with Yelena.

“You can tell me,” you whisper in the silence.

“I can’t.” Yelena whispers back, her voice small. “This is different. I-I can’t share it with you.”

You pout, looking over your shoulder to see her expression. “Why?”

“Because it’s not a good idea.”

You frown, “Do you not trust me?”

“This is different,” Yelena emphasizes more. “It will change how you look at me.”

A sigh escapes your lips as you lean into her shoulder more. “If it’s another assassination regret, you know I would never-”

“No…it’s not that.”

“But it’s bothering you,” you reason.

“No it’s not.”

You know better than to keep questioning Yelena knowing she wasn’t going to relent so you two continue to sit through the silence. You would give many things just to see what was going through her head right now or what was written in that journal of her’s that she wasn’t allowing you to see.

Part of your heart might know, but your brain looked at your denial and turned it into cold hard facts.

“If you started dating someone else, would you leave me?” Yelena asks suddenly.

“What?”

The blonde assassin nods slowly, “Would you forget about me?”

“Why would I forget about you? You’re my best friend-”

The word ‘best friend’ seems to only upset Yelena further in the way her eyes fall. You see it right away and you stop talking.

Yelena sniffles. “I don’t want to be your best friend. I want you to like me. You know? The one where you draw hearts around our names!” she blurts.

Your jaw goes slack for a moment in complete disbelief. “Y-Yelena…”

The blonde turns away from you, not wanting to face you or the consequences of her words. But you are quick to put a hand on her shoulder.

“Lena look at me…” you whisper gently.

Slowly, she turns, but her eyes don’t quite meet yours. “I ruined everything, right?”

A soft laugh escapes your lips as you shake your head. “No…no you didn’t. Would it be hard for you to believe if I said I liked you back?”

It takes a moment for the blonde to process. She didn’t even think she heard you right the first time. “M-me?”

You nod slowly, “yes you, dummy.”

If she wasn’t so enamored by the realization, she would be pouting, but hearing you say those words cause her eyes to light up like a Christmas tree. You pull her close to you.

“I like you too, Lena. I was also scared that if I told you I would ruin things,” you admit.

“Really?” Yelena questions in disbelief.

You nod slowly, “Really…”

You feel Yelena lean into your touch which allows you to press a soft kiss to her forehead. You couldn’t help but notice the smile that paints the blonde assassin’s face. It was like a schoolgirl who just found out her crush liked her back.

As you both enjoy each other’s company, another thought crosses your mind. “Wait Yelena what did you put about me in your diary?”

Yelena starts blushing as she buries her head into your shoulder. “Nothing.”

“Do you draw hearts around our names?” you tease.

“Stop it-”

“Will you let me see what you write about me in your diary?”

“No.” she says firmly, burying her head more into your shoulder.

For the rest of the night, the two of you enjoy each other’s company. A smile painted on both of your faces.

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OKay guyyysss i got hella lazy at the ending bc I couldn’t think of shit, but I hope you enjoy this anyway. Also, I totally havent had this sitting in my files for like 8 months...I hope everything is well with yall. Have a great day/night and rest well!

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #yelena belova x fem!reader #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #fic: medium #fix your window idiot

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 28 days

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If You Love Her

Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader (Past)

Summary: Your relationship with Natasha has dwindled and yet you stay. Yelena shows you what it means to be loved again.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Hurt and comfort, drinking alcohol, toxic relationship(N and R), fluffiness

A/N: This is a stand alone piece and doesn't connect with my other Yelena x reader, Natasha x reader(past) fic

The bass thumped through the nightclub, reverberating in your chest as the colorful lights danced across the crowded dance floor. Natasha, your girlfriend, had left you alone, disappearing into the sea of bodies to join the other Avengers. Irritation simmered within you; she knew how much you hated being left alone in places like this.

You scanned the room, your eyes catching on Natasha, who was now dancing with Wanda Maximoff. A pang of jealousy tightened in your chest. Shouldn’t it be you dancing with her?

Just as frustration threatened to consume you, Yelena Belova, Natasha's sister, appeared beside you. Yelena was different from Natasha—her energy was magnetic, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. She asked you for a dance, her eyes holding a hint of something you couldn't quite place.

The two of you hit the dance floor, bodies moving in sync with the pulsating beat. The atmosphere was electric, but your mind was elsewhere, caught between annoyance and curiosity about Yelena's intentions.

As the song changed, "Boyfriend" by Dove Cameron began playing. Yelena's eyes locked onto yours, and a mischievous smile tugged at her lips. She began singing the lyrics, her voice surprisingly melodic. She held onto your hips still moving in sync with each other as her voice found your ears.

The lyrics seemed oddly fitting for the moment. Yelena's gaze was intense, and you couldn't look away. The words resonated, and you felt a connection forming between you.

Caught in the spell of the music and Yelena's gaze, you found yourself giving in. The frustration with Natasha faded as Yelena's sincerity shone through. This wasn't just a dance; it was a confession.

The crowd faded away, leaving only you and Yelena. As the final notes of the song echoed, Yelena leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. Time seemed to stand still as the world around you disappeared.

For the first time in a long while, you felt a genuine spark behind a kiss. Love, or something close to it, ignited within you. As you pulled apart, Yelena's eyes bore into yours, silently asking a question you were ready to answer.

"Let's get out of here," she said, her voice low and inviting. You nodded, your hand entwining with hers as you made our way through the crowd, leaving behind the pulsating rhythm of the nightclub.

In that moment, the night took a turn, and as you stepped into the cool air outside, you couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. Yelena had shown you a different side of love—one that didn't leave me alone in a crowded room.

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As she helped you out of the car, Yelena's lips met yours once again, reigniting the spark that seemed to define the night. The world around the two of you blurred, and for a moment, it was just Yelena and you—lost in the intensity of the connection we were forging.

The kiss lingered, leaving you both breathless when you finally pulled away. You hesitated, your conscience nudging at you. "S-should we be doing this?" you stammered, guilt clawing at the edges of your desires. "I'm still with your sister..."

Yelena's gaze bore into your, determination shining in her eyes. "Y/N, she left you alone. She was dancing on Wanda. You deserve to be happy. Please let me show you how happy someone can make you."

Her words resonated with a truth you couldn't deny. Natasha's actions had left you feeling neglected, it hadn’t been the first time, and Yelena's presence offered a promise of something different—something more fulfilling.

Your guilt battled with your desires, but Yelena's hands on your hips and the husky tone of her voice eroded your reservations. She peppered your face and neck with kisses, leaving small bite marks that sent shivers down your spine. A groan escaped you, and the last strands of hesitation vanished.

"Y-you're right... I deserve to be happy. Please, Yelena... show me how to be happy again." You whispered, your voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing.

Without another word, Yelena lifted you off the ground, her strong arms supporting you under your thighs. The world spun briefly as she effortlessly carried you up to her room in the compound. The journey felt surreal, like a dream you were willingly surrendering to.

Behind the closed door, the spark between us flared into an uncontrollable flame. You and Yelena, entangled in each other's arms, embarked on a journey of rediscovering happiness—away from the shadows of neglect and towards the warmth of genuine connection.

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in Yelena's room. After a night of passion and connection, you finally emerged from the tangle of sheets. You reached for your panties from the night before and slipped into one of Yelena's oversized hoodies, its hem falling to your mid-thighs.

"You look so cute in my hoodie, Detka," Yelena murmured, wrapping her arms around your waist. Her lips found yours again, leaving a trail of kisses across your face. The affectionate nickname, the warmth of her embrace—it all felt like a dream.

"Let's go make breakfast, sweetie. I make the best pancakes," Yelena chuckled, giving you one last kiss before we headed downstairs.

In the kitchen, you took charge of making breakfast while Yelena watched, her arms encircling your waist from behind. You flipped pancakes onto the griddle—regular, blueberry, and chocolate chip.

Her chin rested on your shoulder, and her lips occasionally found your neck or shoulder. The domestic scene was comforting, and you felt a sense of happiness and contentment settle over you.

However, the tranquility shattered when Natasha's voice echoed through the kitchen. "What the hell is this?"

You froze, your heart pounding as you turned to face Natasha, who stood in the doorway with a mixture of surprise and anger etched across her face. The air in the room grew tense, and you could feel the weight of the impending confrontation.

The atmosphere in the kitchen hung heavy with tension as Natasha confronted you. You stood your ground, and for the first time, you didn't cower or retreat. Yelena's arm around your waist offered a silent assurance, a source of strength that emboldened you.

"Oh, you left me alone last night, remember? Yelena came and kept me company. Showed me actual love for once," You retorted, the bitterness in your voice surprising even Yelena, who had felt your hesitation the night before.

Natasha attempted to defend herself. "I went and hung out with the other Avengers. No one was stopping you from coming over."

Your frustration boiled over. "Did you even notice I left? Did you even try to find me? Oh, the answer is no because I have no missed calls or texts from you. Did you even wonder where I was last night?"

Natasha was taken aback by the accusations. You could see the realization sinking in, but before she could respond, you took control of the situation.

"Natasha, I want to end things. I deserve to be happy, and you aren't making me happy. You're prioritizing everything besides me. I deserve better," You declared, feeling Yelena's grip on your hip tighten momentarily, a silent affirmation of your shared decision.

"Lena, you're supposed to be my sister. How could you do this?" Natasha questioned, her voice filled with hurt and disbelief.

Yelena's response was unwavering. "How could you leave your girlfriend alone for someone else to take home, Sestra?"

The word "Sestra" hung in the air—a reminder of the bond they shared. The confrontation laid bare the cracks in that connection, as Yelena stood by your side, defending your newfound happiness against the neglect that had pushed you away. The room buzzed with unresolved emotions, and the choice between old loyalties and a newfound love lingered in the air.

Natasha's parting words echoed in the strained silence of the kitchen, leaving behind a heavy sense of finality. "You'll come back. You'll realize your mistake," she called out before walking away. The weight of her words lingered, but you knew you couldn't go back to the neglect and loneliness.

As Natasha disappeared from view, you crumbled. Yelena, strong and comforting, held you as tears streamed down your face. The reality of ending a relationship, even one that had become toxic, hit you with a wave of grief.

"Did I make the right choice?" You asked between choked sobs, your voice breaking with uncertainty.

"I think you did," Yelena whispered, her arms providing solace and reassurance. You stood there, breakfast forgotten, as the aftermath of the emotional storm settled around you two. In Yelena's embrace, you found comfort in the belief that choosing happiness, even at the cost of a familiar bond, was the right path forward.

5 years later

The air buzzed with anticipation as you paced nervously, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of wedding preparations. It was the day you had been planning for years since the proposal, and Tony Stark's generous offer to cover the costs had turned it into an Avengers-worthy event.

"Come on, Y/N, we need to get everyone in place," Kate called out, your maid of honor, joined by Kamala, Carol, and Monica as your bridesmaids. Clint stood as the best man, Kamala with Peter, Carol with Bruce, and Monica with Steve. The camaraderie and support from my fellow Avengers filled the room.

After a mission with S.H.I.E.L.D. four years ago, you gained the ability to manipulate, produce, and control auroras. You joined Captain Marvel's crew to hone your powers, finding a new purpose. Now, on your wedding day, you couldn't have been more grateful for the love and acceptance surrounding you.

Alexi, Yelena's father, joined you as the two of you waited for the ceremony to begin. "Are you sure you're ready to keep my daughter forever? She's feisty," he commented, a teasing smile on his face.

"Yes, I do. It's one of the many reasons I'm marrying her. Oh, and thank you, Alexi, for giving me away, even though you're her father," You replied with a genuine smile.

"I'm your father too. I have been for the past five years since she introduced you to Melina and me," Alexi said, his words carrying a sense of familial warmth. You felt a surge of gratitude for the family you had found.

As you two made your way down the aisle, Yelena stood there in a tux, tears in her eyes at the sight of you. Alexi handed you off to her, kissing your cheek and then his own daughter's. Taking a shaky breath, the moment you had been dreaming of finally arrived.

"Y/F/N, do you take Yelena Belova to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Thor asked. You two had decided to let the god of Thunder officiat the wedding after he offered.

"I do," you whispered through a choked sob.

"I pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the brides."

With those words, you jumped into Yelena's arms, kissing her with all the love in your heart. Your kisses still held that spark, threatening to turn into an uncontrollable fire. In that moment, surrounded by friends and family, you knew that you had found your happily ever after.

The reception hall was filled with the joyous chatter of friends and family as Yelena and yourself made your way to the dance floor for your first dance. You had chosen a special song, one that had resonated with you in the weeks following your breakup with Natasha. When Yelena heard it, she declared, "This is our song."

As the opening notes of 'If You Love Her' by Forest Blakk filled the air, Yelena took charge. "I'm letting all you bitches know right now. I'm singing, and I want no compliments or complaints about my voice," she declared to your amused friends and family.

The atmosphere shifted, and all eyes were on us as Yelena began to sing. Her voice, raw and genuine, intertwined with the heartfelt lyrics of the song. The vulnerability in her voice resonated with the emotions of the moment, creating a unique and intimate experience.

The two of you swayed to the rhythm, lost in the music and the shared history that had brought us to this point. The lyrics of the song mirrored the journey of our love, and every word felt like it was written just for us.

Yelena's voice filled the space, and you couldn't help but be captivated by the depth of emotion she poured into every word. As you danced, surrounded by the people who had become your family, the song became a poignant soundtrack to your love story—a story of resilience, growth, and the unwavering commitment to each other.

In that moment, as Yelena sang your song, the reception transformed into a celebration of not only your union but also the journey that led the two of you to this day. The dance floor became a stage for the symphony of your love, and the lyrics echoed the promises you two had made to each other.

As the final notes of the song faded away, Yelena leaned in, resting her forehead against mine. "YA lyublyu tebya, moya prekrasnaya zhena,(I love you my beautiful wife)" she whispered in Russian, the words filled with a depth of emotion that only heightened the intimacy of the moment. You smiled, understanding every word, and whispered back in Portuguese, "Te amo minha linda esposa.(I love you my beautiful wife.)"

Your exchange of affectionate words in your respective languages felt like a secret code, a language only the two of you shared. In that brief moment, surrounded by the watchful eyes of your friends and family, we were in our own world.

However, amidst the shared joy and love, you could feel a set of eyes piercing through the crowd—Natasha's daggers-for-eyes fixed on you two. Her gaze was intense, a mix of emotions playing out on her face, but you couldn't let it overshadow the happiness of your special day.

Yelena's grip tightened slightly as if to reassure you, and you continued to dance, reveling in the love the two of you had found in each other. The weight of Natasha's gaze lingered, but the strength of your bond and the support of those who truly celebrated your union became the focal point of your attention.

The night continued with laughter, dancing, and the celebration of love. After all the pictures and traditional formalities were done, the two of you changed into slightly comfier clothes. As the food was served, a pancake bar and a mac & cheese bar, your two favorite foods, became the highlight. Toppings and fillings adorned the tables, creating a feast for everyone.

You opted for an open bar, and you found yourself grabbing a grateful dead. Natasha's voice interrupted your moment, "I can't believe you actually did it." She stood beside you, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.

"Why wouldn't I carry on with the love of my life, Tasha?" You responded, tilting your head as you took a sip from your drink. "Remember I told you I deserved happiness? I meant that. I wasn't going to come crawling back like I had in the past, not when Lena was right there showing me all the good things I could have."

Natasha sighed, acknowledging her mistakes. "I fucked up. I really fucked up."

"Yes, you did, and it's too late to fix any of it. I'm your sister-in-law now. You should find someone who actually makes you happy, Tasha. Like Maria," You nudged her, noticing Maria looking over in Natasha's direction.

"She's liked you for a while, Tasha. Maybe you should actually try," You advised before sauntering off back to Yelena. "What was that about, moya lyubov'?" Yelena asked, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Just your sister finally realizing she was in the wrong," You chuckled.

"Only took her five years," Yelena remarked, and the two of you watched as Natasha downed a double shot of vodka before walking over to Maria, asking for a dance. You smiled, your tongue sticking out slightly. Maybe there's hope for all of us.

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yelenaslyubov · 3 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

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ yelena’s outfit

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ reader’s outfit

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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thelittleliars · 1 year

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Love forever? | Pt.1

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader Yelena Belova x fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Hospital, angst, fluff

Words: 1.2K

Summary: Natasha forgets that you are her wife after she suffered a head injury.

AN: Hi, I'm back 😁 I plan this to be a series but only if y'all want it too? And if I do it pls tell me if you want to be added to the tag list.

Part 2

You always knew this day would come. The day Natasha got hurt so badly that it would shatter your world. She was alive but you were the one who was barely breathing. The scene where Steve knocked on your door, all bloody and beaten up was constantly playing in your head. You knew right that second that nothing he'd be saying was going to be something good. "Natasha is alive." Those were his first words to you. You were glad he started that way since you honestly didn't know what you had done to him if he started any other way. Though his next words were all blurry to you. The words hospital, explosion, blood and head injury stood out for you and started to worry immediately. When he said "Natasha is alive" he actually meant she is alive for now. A head injury could go wrong fast, you knew that first hand since your twin sister died of an head injury after doctors said she'd be fine. You didn't know if you should go to the hospital to be with her or stay away since this all os very triggering for you. It didn't help that you and your wide had a nasty fight the last time you saw her. Would she even want me to be at her hospital bed? I hurt her pretty badly with my words and I do know that I regret saying them but her actions and words also hurt me.

In the end you decided to go to the hospital and be with her. You were an awful wife in her eyes anyways so not going would only proof her right even more. If only the past couple of months didn't happen then you both would still be in the bliss of an 'innocent' honeymoon phase. It wasn't until two days after staying with her and sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital chair, that she woke up determined. "Y/N," she tried to speak with the tube in her throat. You pushed the button for a nurse to while you tried to calm her down. After them removing all the tubes out of Natasha and drinking some water, she was on her feet looking frantic. "Yelena." She muttered over and over again. "I need to find Yelena. Y/N, will you help me find my sister?"

Your heart broke at her words, realizing that her memories were gone. She thought she was back to the time when the Avengers undid Thanos' snap. Back then, which was only almost four years ago, Natasha also got hurt pretty badly, she was treated in a hospital too but you were very close friends there.

"Yes of course I will but Nat, listen to me carefully before you go off running alright?" She sat back down on her bed, looking at you intensely wishing you'd hurry up with what you wanted to tell her. "I'm going to get your doctor to inform him about what we want to do so he can discharge you properly. Then we have to talk where you last saw Yelena before we rush out into the chaos that's currently happening outside, alright?"

Natasha had the urge to ignore your advice and sneak out of here to find Yelena fast but she had a huge crush on you and somehow that made do the right thing by listening to you.

After going out her room and talking to the doctor about her memory loss you called her sister. She came as fast as she could, probably driving like a madwoman through the city. You both decided it was the best for her to stay outside just yet so you could explain Natasha what had happen in peace. "Y/N not to rush you or anything but I really need to go and find Yelena now."

You nodded your head. "I understand and I will help you, I promise. There is something important I have to tell you first though."

"More important than finding my sister?" Your wife started to get upset with you. The serious look you gave her was enough to give in. "Ba-.. Natasha is the last thing you remember how you got injured during the big battle against Thanos?"

"How is this relevant? Wait we won right? Or did I just dream about that?" The color drained from her face, she looked at you like a ghost that was horrified. "Yes we won.. the thing is that happened nearly four years ago."

Natasha wanted to laugh in your face, laugh at the bullshit you were saying, there was no way that happened four years ago. She grabbed all of the wires and iv's attached to her and ripped them all out, you rushed to her knowing she wants to escape from here. "I need to find Yelena." Was all she said but you didn't let her, it made her angry that you hold her back. After telling you once again she needed to find Yelena, you literally had to hold her.

Yelena decided to come in as soon as she heard noises along with shouting. The sight of you on the ground looking shocked and scared made her heart ache. She knew that it was Natasha's doing, Nat probably did one of her signature moves on you and Yelena knew that some of those moves hurt a lot when you come in contact with the ground. "Natalia, what the hell?!" Yelena came rushing to you, helping you get up but before she could ask you if you're alright you ran away. Nobody could blame you though. You basically just lost your wife and then she hurt you physically for the very first time.

Yelena visited you at your and Natasha's house in the evening. She told you about how Natasha stayed with her until she would remember more. One thing Yelena had yet to tell you was your wife wanted a divorce. Nat saw pictures of you three together at Yelena's apartment. Once iconic photo in particular was how she figured out you two were married. It was the photo of Yelena making a gagging face when you two had your first kiss at your wedding, it was clear to see you two standing the background. The blonde widow counted you as her sister in law, she loved you being her sister and additionally good friend.

It all came back biting her ass a couple of days later when Natasha demanded the signed divorce from you. You were broken at the news of your wife wanting a divorce and your sister in law hiding that information from you. You felt betrayed by both. Yelena broke out in tears the second she saw the devastated on your face. "I-I'm sorry. I couldn't tell you. You're my sister and I didn't want to be hurt even more. I honestly thought Natasha would change her mind about it."

"Yel oh god what am I supposed to do now?" You broke down in her arms, needing the closeness and comfort from her. The fact that you didn't seem upset with Yelena was a huge relief to her, she was afraid of losing you. "I don't know Y/N.... one thing I do know for sure is that you won't lose me okay? This is real, this sister bond is real to me and I love you too much to let you go."

You cried in her arms to the point you physically couldn't cry anymore. There was a silent agreement or swearing that you were never gonna loose Yelena.

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doudouneverte · 9 months

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A new start

a/n: hey I'm alive sorry...

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader; Yelena Belova x Female!Reader(platonic)

Summary: I just wanted to write something about Yelena...

Type: Fluff

Warning: mention of Red Room and nothing else (I think)

word count: 3058

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It was already night when Natasha came back, but she was not alone. The redhead opened the door to find a noiseless home; you were definitely sleeping, and even if she loved when you greeted her when she came back, she was more happy to know you found time to rest.

"Come on." She said to the woman next to her, "I'll just check Y/n and we will prepare the spare bedroom." Nat walked to your shared bedroom without making any sounds to not wake you up. When the Russian had confirmation that you were asleep, she started the other part of her plan.

The next day you woke up with your wife next to you; she said she had a mission somewhere in Europe, and you just assumed she came back last night while you were sleeping. You left a kiss on her head before heading to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to make her breakfast. Dating a super spy wasn't easy, and marrying her wasn't really better, but you knew she would always come back to you. During the years, you did a lot of things to make her life easier, even if it wasn't always good, but you tried and you succeeded.

While you were making breakfast, you heard some footsteps behind you. You were expecting your favorite redhead, but you were surprised to see a blonde woman standing in front of you in one of your wife's pajamas, visibly tired and as confused as you.

"Who the hell are you?" You asked, a little surprised by how calm you sounded.

Yelena wanted to talk, but her sister came before "Good morning, detka." Natasha greeted you beside her little sister, and you just replied with a nod. "Oh yes, I almost forgot..." She took some steps toward you and pointed to the other woman in the room. "Y/n, let me introduce you to my little sister, Yelena." She turned to Yelena and pointed to you this time: "Yelena, let me introduce you to my wife for a long time now, Y/n."

"Why are you so formal?" The two of you both asked her, then exchanged a look and chuckled. You dropped the knife you were using to cut some fruit before being interrupted to properly introduce you to the blonde.

"Hi Yelena, I'm Y/n, but you can call me Y/n/n." You proposed your hand with a big smile, and she shook it.

"Uh, hi?"

"Are you hungry? I'm making breakfast; you can ask if you want anything special." You proposed.

"No, it's okay, I don't want to bother you; I'll just have toast and a cup of coffee." The youngest Russian said

"Don't worry, it's not bothering her; you can ask her anything." Natasha said before emptying her coffee cup and rushing out of the kitchen. "I need to do some paperwork for the last mission; I should be back tonight. I will buy the dinner." She announced it before disappearing.

You finished the breakfast and disposed of a plate in front of the blonde woman when the redhead came back, already dressed to leave.

Natasha quickly kissed you on the lips before giving a quick kiss on Yelena's cheek before heading to the front door. "I love you; see you tonight!" She yelled before you heard the door getting slammed.

In the kitchen, you were eating, a little unsure of how you should act with your sister-in-law. Your wife already told you about her past and about Yelena; you knew the widows didn't trust easily. -- it took you almost one year and a half after you and the older sister started dating before she started to confess a little about her past.

"So, what are you doing?" Yelena asked you to break the silence.

"What do you mean by what I am doing?" You asked completely confused.

"Are you a super soldier, a super spy, have you a super armor, or have you any super powers?" She asked, and you laughed. "What is funny?"

"Nothing; it's just that I wish I had powers, but no, I'm just like you... I mean, not really. I'm not a spy or anything." You replied.

"Well, if I had to imagine my sister dating someone, I thought it would be one of the boys band." She said and took another sip of her coffee while you laughed again.

"Sorry, it's just that you're not the only one who assumes that, but you are the only one who says that in front of me." You took a moment to regain your serious "I'm not someone special; honestly, even after three years, I don't know why your sister asked me to be her wife." You confessed.

"She's the one who proposed?"

"Yes, it was a Tuesday. I came back from my training, and she waited for me in the bathroom. She got a little hurt on a mission, and I started to help her, and out of nowhere, she proposed to me." You smiled at the memory. "She didn't even have a ring or anything; she just did it spontaneously, and I accepted it."

"Why? Excuse me, but did you know who she was before you accepted?"

"Yes, of course. We had been dating for four years before that. She told me about her... about your past."

"She talked to you about me?" Yelena asked, visibly surprised.

"Yes, almost every day, sometimes I had to shut her up." You joked. "She missed you a lot. She passed every year to close herself every time we were approaching her anniversary of her escape from the Red Room." You confessed.

"Why? The Red Room was not a place that should be mourned."

"I know, but this date reminded her of the time she left you, hoping that somehow you found a way to escape and find a better life." The blonde searched for a trace of lying in your expression, but she didn't find anything. "But I'm happy that you're here now; she talked to me a lot about you, but I always wanted to meet you. First, because I feel like I still need your approval for marrying your sister, and also because we need someone to keep an eye on Liho when we're not around."

This time it was Yelena's turn to laugh; you didn't say anything and just admired her, probably feeling alive for a long time. "I don't think I'm the best person to take care of a cat; I'm more of a dog person." She said and you nodded.

"Okay but you didn't say no, so I'll take that for a yes." You said before grabbing her plate to start washing the dishes. "Oh before I forgot, did you have any clothes except Nat's one?" You asked.

"No, we just landed here late last night." The blonde said.

"Okay. There is a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, and there are also some towels. You can take a shower and put some of your sister's clothes, I'll finish this, and we will leave." You announced.

"Where are we going?" The blonde asked.

"Buying you some clothes and a new phone." You replied.

"You don't have to."

"Be ready in forty minutes." You said firmly before starting to do the dishes, not allowing room for any debate.

Yelena wanted to protest, but she remembered what Nat said about you being almost more stubborn than her. The blonde made her way to the bathroom, where she easily found everything and some clothes folded with a note written by Nat.

Fourty minutes later, you were waiting for her in front of the main door when she came out of her bedroom dressed, and you led her into your car. On your ride, you decided to try to get to know her more than Nat told you.

"So...do you have anything in mind, a favorite type of clothes, or anything?" You asked.

"Not really; I will take anything you want." She replied.

"Uh uh, absolutely not." You protested, "It's your clothes, so you'll choose." She didn't have time to reply before you parked the car. "Let's go." You said showing a credit card.

In the shop, Yelena seemed a little shy to be here. You found it cute, but something in your mind reminded you why she acted like that.

You patted her shoulder and gave her a smile. "What do you think about trying to find a lot of clothes that would suit you and meeting at the cabin in thirty minutes?" You proposed, and she nodded shyly before she started to walk, "and don't restrain you." You added before walking in the other direction.

Thirty minutes later, as you were waiting for her with your hand full of clothes, the blonde came to meet you with fewer articles than you like you excepted. "Don't you think it's too much?" She asked while she was examining everything you picked.

"Nothing is too much. Now go try everything, and we will keep what you want." You commanded, and even if she wanted to protest, she was thinking about what her sister told her.

After a lot of time dressing and undressing herself, Yelena finally came out with some choices. You made your way to the cashier, and she was a little surprised to see all the articles. When you paid, you immediately put the bag in the car before continuing your purchase.

After buying her a new phone, you decided to take a pause in a restaurant to eat. While you were waiting for your order, the blonde in front of you cleared her throat to gain your attention.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" You nodded to let her continue "What do you—" she was interrupted when someone called you.

"Y/n/n?" You heard a familiar voice call your name, and when you looked at them, you smiled.

"Marina? What are you doing here?" You were clearly surprised to see her but also really happy.

"It's our day off, so I propose to the girls that we have lunch before our game tomorrow." The tall woman replied, and as if she summoned them, a group of girls came into the restaurant, and a few of them rushed to give you a crushing hug.

"Hey girls, I missed you." You said.

"Us too." Another woman said.

"Who is she?" Marina whispered to you.

"Oh right, girls, let me introduce you to Yelena. She's Natasha's little sister. She came from... Europe; yeah, she moved from Europe to be with her sister." You said a little unsure if it was a good answer. Yelena behind you just waved shyly at the girls when she had all their attention.

"And Yelena, this is my volleyball team; they can be annoying, but they're good peoples. At least some of them." You whispered comically loudly to Yelena, who laughed when some of your teammates started to protest.

The encounter with the girls was a rather good things, the Russian seemed less shy when it was time to go back home. At home, you took nearly an hour to install all the new things you bought in her bedroom and in the house. After that, you were a little tired and decided to take a nap while Yelena was watching TV.

Nearly an hour later, Natasha came back. The redhead was a little surprised when you didn't greet her like usual. "Hey, how was your day?" She asked her little sister when she saw her on the couch.

Yelena took a moment to think before replying, "Pretty good; we spent almost all the day doing shopping and eating." She explained, and her sister laughed.

"It's clearly a Y/n thing, but talking about her. Where is she?"

"She took a nap a little before you came back."

"Oh, did she seem tired?" The redhead asked a little worried.

"Not more than usual."

"Did she say something about her knee?"

"Mmmh...no why?"

"She tore her ACL a few months ago, and now she's in rehab, and she's not protected from injuring her knee again." Natasha said, and her sister started to look at her feet a little guilty.

"Now I feel bad for letting her carry the bags." Yelena admitted but her sister didn't say anything; she just wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close to herself.

"Don't worry, it will not kill her, but yeah, the next time you can be more attentive to that." The older sister said before leaving a kiss on her head. "Now let's watch a movie before I have to order dinner."

After that, you woke up only one hour later, and it was already time for dinner. Natasha ordered mac and cheese, and it was the first time you've seen Yelena so happy for the entire day. You washed the dishes and started to watch a movie before the two sisters joined you. They were commenting on the movie with you and sometimes arguing about a few things until the youngest fell asleep. Your wife picked her up and brought her to her bedroom before calling it a night for her and kissing you before she went to sleep.

Because of your nap, you were still awake around 2 a.m. when you heard some noise in Yelena's bedroom. If it had been more than a decade before, you would surely let it slide, but not now. You married a black widow; you knew exactly what was happening, and honestly, you were surprised it hadn't happened yesterday.

You made your way to the blonde's bedroom. You opened the door carefully before you spotted her on the bed, moving frenetically and mumbling something. If all the past years with Natasha have taught you anything, it is that you need to wake her up before something bad happens, but carefully.

So you walk calmly to her side and check that there wasn't anything that could be used as a weapon before you start to try to wake her up. But of course things didn't go well when she woke up suddenly and started to attack you. Fortunately for you, your wife forced you to train a little with her just in case something like this happened with her.

But Yelena, not being Natasha, didn't restrain herself and really try to kill you; she thought that you were a real threat. You didn't know how, but you managed to immobilize her. You pulled her against you and talked to her until she came back from her state. The redhead entered the bedroom a few seconds later with her widow's bite ready to use it on whoever wanted to arm her sister, but she threw them away when she saw you.

When she sensed her sister, Yelena calmed herself and made her way to Nat's arms. You brought her a water cup and waited until your wife assured you that everything would be alright. After that, you went to sleep, but you were a little shocked by the events.

The next morning, you woke up with the other side of the bed empty of your wife's presence. When you went to the kitchen, no one was there. You checked your phone to see a text from Natasha.

Hot Wife💖[9:32 a.m] I bring Yelena with me to the tower. I love you♥️ You[10:04 a.m] Oh okay, I'll see you later. I love you ♥️

You spent the day trying to distract yourself with Liho and the TV until the girls came back in the middle of the afternoon. When you heard the keys in the door, you rushed from your bedroom to the front door. When Natasha opened the door, you quickly jumped into her arms.

"I missed you too." She joked. You let her go when you saw Yelena behind her; the blonde seemed to feel guilty about earlier.

You didn't say anything and just opened your arms for the youngest sister, who hesitated a moment. She looked at Nat, who reassured her with a smile, and the blonde Russian accepted your hug.

"I'm sorry." Yelena said while you were running your fingers through her hair.

"It's okay; I know what it's like to have those types of nights." You assured her, and she looked at you with a little surprise.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm married to your sister, remember? Now come, Liho missed his aunt." You said bringing her in the living room. After a moment playing with your sister in-law and the cat you went to the kitchen to grabbed a water bottle when Natasha came.

"Thanks for being here for her yesterday." She said while hugging you.

"Don't worry, it's okay. I know it's not easy to live with trauma, but I'm sure one day she will be alright." You reassured her.

"I hope." The redhead said to no one in particular.

Two weeks later, you came back from a trip to the grocery store more excited than usual. "Where is Yelena?" You asked Natasha when you didn't see the blonde in the living room.

"In her bedroom, why?" You didn't reply before you called her sister. A few seconds later, the two sisters were in front of you, confused about your behavior.

"Okay, Yelena, I have a surprise for you." You said before showing her a little box "Open it."

The blonde took the box, opened it, and found a key. She looked at you more confused.

"I know I should do it earlier, but I didn't find the time. Sorry, but here it is." You took the key: "I know that somewhere in your mind you still have a lot of things to deal with, but now you can suppress one thing. This is a spare key to the house; this is officially your home too. I'm really happy to have you in my family."

The blonde took a moment to process what you said. After the mission in Ohio, she didn't think she could have a family, and when Natasha ran away and never came back, that solidified this thought. But now she had somewhere she could call her home again, with people who really cared about her.

Yelena cried and hugged you tightly. "Thank you." She whispered.

"No thanks to you. You just completed our little family." Natasha said before joining you in the hug. Today is a new start.

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arlana-likes-to-write · 9 months

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What Was I Made For? By Billie Eillish

Summary: After Yelena returns to Soyna's apartment from failing to kill Clint Barton she begins to question her place in this world. Luckly for her, you are there to lend a helping hand.

Warning: Self-doubt, Fluff, Lots of drinking, mention of Natasha's death, Yelena needs the biggest hug.

Word Count: 2.7k

The front door slammed shut and alerted you to her arrival. But you didn’t get out of bed when you heard the hushed voices of Yelena and Soyna through the door. It was when you heard one set of footsteps storm off, you climbed out of bed and opened the door. You lived with Sonya when she and Yelena exposed you to the Red Dust. She offered you a room until you decided what was next. However, that was the problem. You weren’t sure what was next. All of your life you followed orders and behaved like a good soldier to complete the orders to a man that no longer existed. He could no longer hurt you. What were you to do now? “How is she?” You asked. Soyna was resting her hands on the kitchen counter.

“She didn’t complete the mission,” that was a surprise. Yelena always completed the mission. You didn’t know anything about her newest assignment, just that the target was in New York City and she would be staying here until she finished the job. You sighed, walked over to the fridge, and took out two bottles of vodka.

“I’m guessing she’s on the roof,” you put on your sneakers and winter jacket.

“Zvezda (star),” you stopped before going up the fire escape. “I don’t think she wants to talk to anyone.” You smiled at your friend.

“Well, it’s lucky I’m someone special,” you opened the window and stepped onto the fire escape, closing it behind you. Zvezda it was a nickname Yelena gave you. The Red Room assigned you to a rising crime lord in the New York and New Jersey area. At least that was what Soyna told you. The things you did for them would come in flashes, mostly in nightmares. Once you adjusted to having your mind and body back, you got a tattoo of Saturn on your arm. The planet symbolized stubbornness, stability, and authority. It was for anyone that wished to take control of their life. That was what you needed. A gentle reminder that you were in control of your life and the end of your story. So they tried to give you the nickname of ‘planet’, ‘Saturn’ but you didn’t like any of them until Yelena came up with star. It fit you well.

You stepped onto the roof, the winter air caused goosebumps to form on your legs. “I came up here because I do not want to talk,” Yelena said, without turning around. She sat on the roof’s edge, legs dangling above the city below.

“Good thing I don’t want to talk,” you said, sitting down next to her. It was close enough that you felt the warmth radiating from her but you gave her enough space to not overcrowd her. It was a delicate dance to play with the blonde. You opened the bottle. “Drink.” You offered her it but she didn’t take her eyes off the busy city street below. You took a sip from the bottle, the burn made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You put the bottle between you and her, leaning back and looking at the city. It was beautiful this time of year. Red and white lights danced in the darkness. You wondered what it was like to celebrate Christmas. Holidays weren’t celebrated in the Red Room. Holidays were used as an easy way to get into a party to find a target. It was another day of training and another night handcuffed to your bed.

“You are going to catch a cold wearing that,” she took a generous sip from the bottle.

“And I thought you didn’t want to talk Belova,” she was wearing her black tactical suit. A smirk was on her face as she took another sip and you picked up the bottle, mirroring her. The other Widows liked to tease you that Yelena had a soft spot for you. She rarely snapped or became annoyed with you but you contributed to not bothering her. You let her exist, not forcing her to talk.

“What did Soyna tell you?” She still refused to look at you.

“You didn’t complete the job,” you shrugged. “I didn’t ask more. Not my place.” It was true. If Yelena refused to kill the man or woman then it had to be a good reason.

“Why are you here then?” Finally, she looked at you. Her green eyes were red, her cheeks blotchy, and dried tears on her cheeks.

“Just to sit here and be your friend,” you took another sip. You felt her eyes on you soon it became too much and you looked at her. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“I do not know,” you nodded.

“Well, when you do know I’m here,” you continued to sit in silence, passing the bottle back and forth until it was empty and you opened the next one. The alcohol was making you feel warm like you were surrounded by a big hug. Yelena rubbed her eyes, suppressing a yawn. “Come on,” you stood up, wobbling slightly. You didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or your legs being asleep. You weren’t drunk, a little tipsy at best. “You should get some sleep.” The blonde groaned and you held out your hand. She sighed, took it, and grabbed the fuller bottle before standing up. She stumbled more than you did. Was she drinking before she came back to the apartment? You were a few inches taller than her and you caught the blonde when she stumbled forward. Her head fell into the crock of your neck. Her warm breath caused goosebumps to form on your skin.

“You smell good,” she mumbled. “Like euc-euc eucalyptus,” she stumbled over the word a few times which caused her to giggle. You rolled your eyes.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed. You walked in front of Yelena as you led her down the fire escape. Your hand lingered on her hip now and again to steady her. When you opened the window, the apartment was quiet. You weren’t sure if Soyna went to bed or went out. Yelena was eyeing the couch that had been her bed for the past few nights. “Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?” You asked as if you could read her mind. She looked at you, her green eyes wide.

“Can I?” She whispered. It was so rare to hear such vulnerability in her voice.

“Of course, you can,” you took the bottle from her and put it back in the fridge, making a mental note to buy Soyna two new bottles. You grabbed Yelena’s hand and brought her to your room. The first time she was in her was when she dropped you off. You’ve changed it since then, added posters of bands you liked and pictures you’ve taken around the city. She sat on the edge and looked around your room. “Do you want to change?”

“Clothes are out there,” she pointed to the door. “Don’t wanna move,” you giggled. “What’s so funny?” She asked as you walked to your closet.

“Your just cute,” you saw a blush rise to her cheeks. “I have stuff you can use,” you grabbed her a long sleeve shirt and an extra pair of sleep shorts. You handed them to the blonde but knelt on the floor to take off her boots. She didn’t fight you but watched you with a curious expression. “Do you need help changing?” Yelena shook her head. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” You left your room with her boats in hand to give her some privacy. You filled two glasses with water before returning to your room. Yelena was changed and resting her back on your headboard. You placed both glasses of water on your nightstand. “Did you get hurt tonight?” She hesitated but shrugged. “Do you want me to look at it?”

“No,” she simply said. You turned on the light you had on your nightstand and turned off the overhead light before climbing into bed. She copied you, getting under the covers, and lay down to face you. Tears swelled in her eyes.

“Yelena,” you whispered. “Are you okay?” She shook her head, a sob escaping her lips. You didn’t think and brought the emotionally distraught Black Widow into your arms. She tensed up at the sudden contact but you felt her hands grip onto your shirt like a lifeline. “Sh, you’re okay,” you whispered, undoing the braid in her hair and running your fingers through her blonde locks. “Your safe. Your safe.” You kept repeating it until her cries turned into hiccups and her breathing evened out. She was fast asleep in your arms. You wondered if she ever allowed herself this peace, this safety net to fall back on. Yelena always seemed so strong, barely showing any emotion. It had to be exhausting. You allowed yourself a few minutes of soothing her before falling asleep.

It took a few moments for Yelena to recognize where she was, alone, in a room she had only seen in passing but never dared to go in. Your room. It always seemed welcoming, warm, and inviting. Yelena groaned, pushing her hands to her temples. Her head was pounding. She wasn’t sure if it was from all the alcohol she drank or the crying. She couldn’t remember the last time she cried, especially in front of someone. It was embarrassing and threatened the way she presented herself. But last night was the best night’s sleep she’s had in a long time. Yelena saw the glass of water and medicine you left out for her. There was a part of Yelena that was curious about where you ran off to but the much louder part was dreading to face you. With a sigh, she finished the water and ventured into the apartment. You were in the kitchen, mixing something into a metal bowl. “Where is Soyna?” Yelena asked. You jumped slightly.

“She ran to the store so I’m in charge of breakfast,” you smiled. “I’m making pancakes.”

“Do you need help?” Yelena offered. She wasn’t well versed in the kitchen, surviving mostly on take-out or easy microwave dinners.

“Can you make coffee?” That was something she could do and she was grateful to do something. You turned up the music you were listening to and the kitchen was no longer quiet. When the coffee started, Yelena couldn’t help but watch you move around the kitchen. You were so different than the other Widows she’s saved from Dreykov’s claws. You were soft, caring, and like Melina said all those years ago to her and Natasha you kept your heart. Her heart was tainted, blackened with grief and a thirst for revenge. But she felt empty, lost, and without a purpose. “Your thinking too hard,” your voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Sit. The food is done.” Yelena did what she was told and sat down. You placed a plate in front of her with syrup and coffee from the pot. Why were you doing this? Yelena wasn’t deserving of your kindness. “Yelena, stop thinking and just eat.” You smiled. Your smile made her stomach flip.

“Thank you,” she took a bite of the food. “It’s really good.”

“I’m glad you like it,” you both ate in silence, allowing the music to fill it. But her mind started to wander and it went back to your room. Yelena had a room at Melina’s farm, she rarely used it as she slept in hotels or apartments of the Widows she’s helped. The room wasn’t decorated, and she didn’t have posters or pictures to hand up. The only picture she had was a ripped photo strip of her and Natasha.

“Yelena,” she looked at you. “Are you okay?” She forced a smile.

“I’m okay, malen’kaya zvezda (little star), no need to worry.” She wasn’t expecting you to frown.

“Your not okay,” you said. Your blunt comment surprised her. “And that’s okay. We can’t always be strong. We have to break now and again.” Yelena chuckled, shaking her head.

“Tell me, how did you keep your heart?” She asked. You didn’t mask the confusion on your face. “Your heart is good. They didn’t taint it.” Your frown deepened.

“Do you not think your heart is good?” Yelena couldn’t find an answer. How could she tell you she was hired to kill an Avenger and she believed the lie that he killed her sister? “I think your heart is good,” you continued. “You wouldn’t do what you do if your heart wasn’t good.” Yelena laughed bitterly, looking out towards the window. She wondered what Clint and Kate were doing right now. Were they celebrating Christmas?

“Do you ever wonder why we were put through the Red Room?” She asked. “Besides following Dreykov’s orders and taking down countries and starting wars. But what about now? The Red Room is gone and we are left with these kills,” she sighed, running her hands through her hair. “What was I made for? I used to know but I’m not sure now.” Yelena looked at you. You were watching her intensely, it made her feel small and foolish under your graze for opening up like this. But she couldn’t stop.

“Sometimes I don’t feel real,” she continued. “I’m just something someone paid for. I don’t know how to feel,” Quietly, you rested your hand on top of hers. Yelena was surprised she didn’t pull away.

“What was your mission?” You asked. Yelena stared at your connected hands.

“Someone put a hit on Clint Barton,” she didn’t need to loop up for you know you knew the name. “Valentina gave me the job. She said,” Yelena sighed, closing her eyes. Her throat began to burn as she felt her emotions start to overpower her. “She said he had a hand in my sister’s death.”

“Did he?” You whispered. Yelena shook her head.

“No. It’s why I didn’t kill him,” you didn’t say anything instead you ran your fingers across her hand. It was soothing. “I wonder,” Yelena continued. “If Valentina is like Dreykov. I’m blindly following orders without thinking for myself.” It was your turn to sigh and Yelena glanced up at you. You were deep in thought, staring at the now empty plate.

“You and I and every other Widow were not given a fair or easy life,” Yelena counted herself lucky for the 3 years in Ohio. She was given a family, even though it was for a mission. It was more than some of the other girls had. “We were born to be used, and abused, and controlled but I know that isn’t the end of our story.”

“What is the end?” Yelena asked. You finally began to smile.

“I don’t know but we are free, Yelena. We write our own story. No man or woman can take that from us,” you squeezed her hand. “You were made to be anything you want.” Yelena scuffed, shaking her head. You made it sound so easy.

“I don’t know what I want,” there was one thing she wanted more than anything in the world. She wanted more time with her sister. It was so unfair how little time they had together. You removed your hand as you started cleaning up the breakfast. Yelena hated to admit how much she missed it.

“Well, I would stop working with Valentina,” you loaded the dishwasher. “Go on a vacation. Swim in the ocean. Eat your weight in ice cream,” Yelena chuckled. Once you were happy with how the kitchen, you leaned back on the counter. “That’s the beautiful and scary thing about being free there is no limit to what we can do,” Yelena smiled, a real when. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she smiled.

“You still didn’t answer my question,” she said. “How did you keep your heart?” You shrugged.

“They tried to break it,” you told her. Your smile was no longer happy. “But I had to believe the horror we were subjected to wasn’t our end. It gave me hope,” this time Yelena grabbed your hand and interlocked her fingers with yours.

“Will you join me?” She asked. “On my self-discovery journey.”

“Yeah, of course,” you said. “I’d follow you anywhere you go.” Yelena felt a warm feeling grow in her chest. She couldn’t blame the alcohol or her grief. You were to blame for this giddy feeling that she had about the future. For once, Yelena wasn’t afraid and she hoped to make her sister proud.

Might return to this little AU in the future. May add some angst in Part 2. We'll see what happens and how I'm feeling lol

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Tough Love

〚 Day 7 - You’re a jerk when you’re sick" 〛

〚 Pairing - Yelena Belova x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Even when shes' grumpy, you'll still be there for her. 〛

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“I’m not taking it!” Yelena whined, crossing her arms as she turned her head away from you, a true show of her matureness.

“Oh my god.” You groaned as you held out the dose of medicine, “Do you want pneumonia or something? You need to take this.” Your fingers came to pinch the bridge of your nose as your huffed. Honestly it was like dealing with a child.

A few weeks prior the smug blonde had over-confidently stated that “she didn’t need a flu-jab”. Oh how she ate those words.

“Yelena, I understand you don't want to take it, but this medicine will help you get better faster," you pleaded, hoping to appeal to her logical side. "You're clearly suffering, and I don't want it to get worse. Just one dose, and you'll start feeling better soon love."

Yelena's face scrunched up in a mixture of discomfort and defiance. She remained silent, arms still crossed tightly over her chest before she wracked forward in a harsh set of chesty coughing that left her breathless and panting.

“I..I dont need it.” She spat, her words broken up by her voice breaking. A sudden sneeze caught her off guard, and she hastily covered her mouth with her hand. She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, avoiding your gaze. It was clear that she was trying to tough it out, but her body's reactions were betraying her.

You quickly reach for a tissue and hand it to Yelena, concern evident in your eyes. "Here, bless you," you said gently, "Blow your nose baby. It should help a little.”

Yelena reluctantly took the tissue from you and blew her nose, still refusing to make eye contact. Her stubbornness was evident, but still you had one last effort to convince her.

"Yelena, I understand that you're trying to tough it out," you began, your voice softening. "But being sick is tough enough as it is. Let me help you feel better. I don't want to see you suffer unnecessarily."

She sniffled again and finally looked up at you, her eyes watery and tired. After a moment of hesitation, she finally relented and reached out for the medicine you'd been holding. "Fine," she mutters, her voice hoarse. "But only because you won't stop bothering me about it."

You gave her a small smile, grateful that she was finally willing to take the medicine. "Thank you, Yelena," you nodded sincerely. "I promise you'll start feeling better soon. I'll be here to take care of you."

As she swallowed the medicine, you handed her a glass of water to wash it down with. Yelena gives you a half-hearted glare but takes a sip, swallowing the medicine with a grimace.

"See? That wasn't so bad," You teased, trying to lighten the mood. "You’re a jerk when you’re sick, yknow?"

Yelena grumbles under her breath but doesn't protest further. Especially not when you slide into the open spot beside her, letting the blonde rest her tired, aching head on you. Despite her harsh exterior you knew that all she wanted deep down was to be comforted and loved, and you were all too happy to provide.

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘺“

Inspo: Måneskin - For Your Love

Pairing: Rocker!Yelena Belova x Fem!reader

Summary: Yelena takes an immediate liking from onstage and decides to give you a one on one experience.

Warnings: Slight dub-con, strap-on, degradation kink, body worshipping, praise kink, daddy kink, corruption kink, and dumbification.

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Tonight was the night you had been waiting months for. Ever since the Thunderbolts announced their tour and that they would be coming through your town, so you had bought tickets for yourself and your friends. And finally, after months of waiting, the time had come and you were finally standing at the front of the crowd, waiting eagerly for the sight of any member of the Thunderbolts.

Some time ago, your friends left to go to the merch table and see what they were selling and then likely grab drinks. While you stood here alone, a beaming excited smile on your lips as you waited. Your body was practically vibrating from the pure excitement running through your body. All of it building up to the moment you would finally see Yelena. The lead singer of the Thunderbolts and your personal celebrity crush.

She had been one of the founding members of the Thunderbolts. She along with Baron, Walker, Starr, and Thunderbolt Ross. They had shot to the top of the charts across the world, even topping the Avengers in sales and overall fanbase. But before that, you fell in love with the small snippets of music Yelena had posted on her social media in the past. Some random pieces that she had been working on. Then she did a song with the Avengers and then from there, you’ve been a fan ever since.

But tonight, all of that was finally starting to mean something as the lights started fading out. The crowd around you started to scream, you along with them. The thought of your friends returning getting lost within the low hum of a guitar amp. Then came the low strum of the bass guitar, who you knew was Walker, as the stage lights began to sound. A red glow formed on the stage as you could start making out the figures located across the stage.

At the edge of the stage, you were greeted by Yelena who stared out at the ocean of people with a dark look in her eyes. The black mascara around her eyes gave off the aesthetic the bad strove towards. “I feel the heat up, uh, I feel the beat of drums. Call the police, I'll do it, they've stolen all my fun. I'm breaking free, but I'm stuck in a police car.”

Nights you spent watching their live performances or even scrolled past them on your Instagram, you never thought they would be this electric in person. How they just jumped across the stage like maniacs and Yelena stomped her feet to the beat of the song. It was all enthralling and exactly what you hoped for it to be.

What you hadn’t expected was for Yelena to look directly at you. You felt the air be knocked free from your lungs your screams came to halt. You could do nothing but stare up at the woman like she was some sort of goddess. And Yelena smiled down at you with something else in her eyes. You were too taken aback by the smile to even realize the extra implications of the action.

For a good chunk of the concert, you stood there dancing and singing the lyrics. Ever so occasionally, you met Yelena’s gaze, always getting a flash of that flirty smile you had seen all over the internet. It left your legs untrustworthy considering you were now on the receiving end of these smiles.

If things couldn’t have gotten any worse, your favourite song off their album was beginning to play and you could feel the butterflies rising in your stomach. That beautiful electric guitar filled the open air with the drums coming in quickly after.

“I wanna be the first girl you look at tonight.” Yelena’s haunting voice boomed from the speakers. But her eyes were still fixated on you. Freezing you to the ground as you stared up at her with awe. “I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild. I wanna drive you 'til the morning light and. I wanna leave you alone in the middle of the night. I wanna be a good man and see you smile.”

She crawled to the edge of the stage, sitting right in front of you. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she moved her hand through the fans that sought her approval just as much as you. But she cupped your jaw softly and grinned. “And I wanna swim between your thighs. I wanna fuck you 'til you scream and cry. I wanna hold you in my arms tonight.”

Just as fast as her warm touch had graced your skin, it was gone with her moving across the stage singing. Only leaving you to stare at the woman with your mouth suddenly dry and a copious amount of heat radiating from between your legs.

And it carried on like that for the rest of the show until the Thunderbolts walked off stage with people starting to filter out of the venue. You constantly glanced back at the stage, hoping to catch Yelena’s gaze one more time. But you never saw her, so you followed the crowd of the venue.

But halfway out, a large tall man with a grizzly beard caught your arm. “Yelena wants to meet you.” The statement alone caused your heart to get caught in your throat with your lips parting to speak. But nothing came out.

So, you only nodded and allowed the man to escort you to the back. Walking down the rather plain hallways, taking short turns and soon you stood outside of what you guess was the lead singer's dressing room. The man knocked, pausing for a moment until Yelena’s voice could be heard on the other end saying, “Come in.”

The door slowly opened, your eyes wide finding the singer sitting on a couch with a cigarette heavy between her index and middle finger. Her eyes found yours and she smiled instantly. “Hello, doll,” she greeted. “Thanks, Bucky. That’ll be all.”

The man, Bucky, nodded before walking away, shutting the door behind you once you entered hesitantly. Cigarette smoke created a slight fog in the room but never made you keep your eyes off Yelena. There had been a time when you thought about what you would say to the woman. But now, you were lost for words now that you had been thrown into this sudden situation.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Yelena asked, freeing you from your inner panic as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

Providing a shy smile, you nodded. “It was amazing. I’d been dreaming to see you guys live,” you stated. “Thanks for making my year.”

Yelena grinned at that, dabbing the end of her cigarette in the ashtray. “I’m glad I could do so,” she said. “Probably the best show we’ve done in this last bit of the tour.”

“You guys are doing the world tour right after, right?” You wondered. “I can’t imagine what type of exhaustion you must feel. I would probably tap out after 5 shows.” You laughed softly, surprised to hear the woman laugh, nodding in agreement.

Her eyes were still focused on you, adoring the way you seemed to be relaxing in her presence. Most people would’ve been praising her and the others like they were gods. Not that she minded, but you were so calm and it honestly surprised her.

“Come have a seat.” The Russian patted the open spot on the couch, only heightening your nerves that you had done a good job hiding.

But you swallowed your fears and walked over. Sitting down next to the woman, who propped her arm on the back of the couch and faced you. A soft smile rested on her lips as you shifted in your seat, trying to not let on that you were currently screaming inside your head.

“You looked beautiful tonight.”

Yelena’s words had your eyes widening, mouth ajar as you stared at her. Unable to comprehend such a compliment from a beautiful woman, such as herself. Her white wife beater, showed off enough of her tattoos that were hidden under the leather jacket she wore. The leather pants flush with her supple thighs that you had shamelessly wondered what it would be like to be between. Then was the short blonde hair that looked incredible on her. You remember when she had her long hair before she chopped it. Both looked incredible on her, but you loved this new look.

It was all a little fantasy of yours. Nothing more.

“Thank you.” Your squeaky response earned a devious grin from the woman who placed her cigarette in the ashtray.

“I mean it,” she added. “I mean, look at you.”

Without so much as a warning, Yelena softly grabbed your hips and lifted you up. You yelped, hands finding their place on her shoulders as you stared down at her. Now straddling her as she grinned in amusement, eyes glossing your figure up and close.

You couldn’t get a word out, incredibly nervous and rather embarrassed. But Yelena seemed far more pleased and happy to see you like this. Hands resting on your hips with her thumbs carefully lifting the hem of your shirt. Allowing her a glimpse at your skin that she had wanted to feel since she saw you in the crowd.

“Y-Yelena- We can’t do this.”

Yelena grinned in amusement, looking up from your stomach and to your eyes. “What do you think we’re doing, doll?” The question only embarrassed you more, turning your head to try and hide your rosier face. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”

You gasped when Yelena cupped your heat. A shudder runs through your body as you let out a whimper. Fingers tensed around the singer’s shoulders as she smiled in amusement. Despite the denim dividing her from what she’s been craving throughout the night, she could still feel the heat that radiated from you. And as her fingers rubbed softly, eliciting those cute noises from your mouth, she could start to feel the faintest dampness appear.

She cooed at you like you were nothing but a baby. “Come on, slut. Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you haven’t thought of me fucking you like the sweet little girl I know you are.” The hold she had on you was inescapable. Her touch is being chased with your hips moving involuntarily as your fingers softly scratched at the hairs at the nape of her neck.

“I want it,” you breathed, eyes having become heavy as you allowed yourself to swim in the pleasure. “I want you, Yelena.”

Yelena bit her bottom lip, even though you seemed sure of yourself, she could still hear the hesitance in your voice. It was rather adorable. But she hummed in approval. “You can call me daddy, doll.”

“D-Daddy!” You cried hard, tears streaming down your cheeks. For around an hour, you had been fucked and abused like a toy. Yelena never seemed satisfied with what she got from you, so here you were. Lying on the couch that was soaked in your arousal that dripped down inside of your thighs. With Yelena sitting between your legs, strands of her hair sticking to her forehead as she fucked you mercilessly with her bright red strap-on.

Yelena’s nails cut deep in your hips. Blood has poked through the tiny gashes she’s caused, but she never stopped. Her hips pounded against yours and broke you further as your thoughts began to slip away. Being replaced with the pleasure gifted to you by her ruthless desire.

And she noticed this by your lips parting and eyes rolling back. A build-up of spit slid out the corner of your mouth as your body shook with each thrust. When she had been on stage, she had instantly had the thought of corrupting you. Turning you into her own personal toy that she could use to release some frustration or get the release she wanted. And seeing you now, it was fucking beautiful. The sight alone could be enough to bring Yelena to the precipice of her orgasm.

But she held it off. Opting to grin widely at the state she had put you in. “Such a good slut taking my cock,” she groaned. “I’m going to have so much fun bringing you on tour, doll.”

If your mind wasn’t so fucked out, maybe you would’ve been overjoyed by the news. But you were so lost that nothing could come out besides choked moans. Body continuing to tense and walls clamping around the fake cock as she made the addition of her finger rubbing harsh circles into your clit.

Your voice was hoarse as you attempted to plead, only coming out as choked whimpers and mewls. Yelena could already see what you were trying to tell her judging by the way your body shook and legs began to shake. “Come on, baby girl. Come for me.”

With the order, you let go and were propelled into the stratosphere. Mind going white as your body arched off the couch with a scream. Hips bucking wildly as Yelena smiled in amusement at the reaction. Continuing to fuck you through the orgasm, prolonging the experience until you were panting and gasping for air.

But when you felt her begin to rock her hips, your hands shot forward to her chest. Shaking your head with whimpers. Yelena smiled softly, removing your hands and pressing kisses to the back of your hands. “I know, sweetheart. But give me one more. Be my good girl.”

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teaaagan · 9 months

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Water

Y/N: Can I have some water?

Yelena: *starts chugging her water bottle*

Yelena: *chokes from drinking too fast*

Yelena: *spills water all over herself*

Yelena, coughing: I don't have any water.

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screaminglygay · 6 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!

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?

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upat4amwiththemoon · 1 year

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4 am

Summary: Nightly conversations.

Pairing: platonic!Yelena Belova x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 279

a/n: hehehe

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“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

A loud groan comes from the bed next to Y/N. Yelena has been trying to sleep for hours, but the endless questions have been keeping her awake.

“I don’t love you.” She grumbles.

“Platonically you do.”

“I won’t anymore if you keep talking.” Yelena presses one of her pillows to her face, annoyance going through the roof.

Y/N purses her lips together, staying quiet, even if she isn’t satisfied with Yelena’s answer. She knows Yelena loves her, they’re roommates for a reason, but, she wants to know if her love is unconditional.

The quiet stays for five minutes, during which Yelena starts relaxing, thinking Y/N would be quiet know. She should know better. “Would you still love me if I grew gills and became a mermaid.”

“Oh my god, just shut up!” Yelena throws the pillow on her face towards Y/N, who is surprised by her aim in the dark.

“Sorry.”

Sighing at the quiet voice of Y/N, Yelena turns to her side. “I would still love you even if you were a worm or a mermaid. I’ll always love you, no matter what.” Y/N smiles, clutching the pillow in her hands. “Now, please go to sleep, or you’ll be tired tomorrow.”

“Okay. Good night, I love you.” Y/N pulls her cover over her head, burying into it properly.

“Hmph. I love you too.” Yelena moves to find a good spot, now that she only has one pillow left. “But I will change rooms if this continues.”

“Okay.” Y/N closes her eyes with a grin. She knows Yelena’s threats are empty.

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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Burnt Toast and Vodka: Coffee and Face Masks

a/n: hi everyone! I decided to start a little drabble series with our bestie Yelena! Set in my universe of BTaV, it’s just a collection of fun little experiences with yelena and crew. If you have a prompt plz send it in!! I love this dynamic and i would love to keep writing for it. (If there’s another character you want to be besties with, you can send them in of course)

Burnt Toast and Vodka universe: Burnt Toast and Vodka Game Night (1) Laser Tag and Donuts Operation Pancake (The Plan pt1) Operation Sandra Bullock (The Plan pt2)

word count: 530

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warning(s): none - rusty writing maybe

Sighing, you absorbed the peacefulness of this moment. It wasn’t silent, oh no. Yelena and Kate arguing over the perfect shade of purple, Natasha and Clint arguing over what type of fruit exfoliates better, and Bucky with Sam in the corner, listening as the soldier explained different type of shampoo. You leaned your head back against the couch, sitting on the floor. You wiggled your toes, the divider between each one making it to where the paint wouldn’t smudge. You couldn’t exactly smile, the clay face mask tightening your skin so much you could barely blink.

“Hey, stop moving. Braiding hair is an art form Y/N.”

Tony exclaimed in faux anger, his fingers twisting your hair into his version of a French braid. You leaned your head back, stifling your laughter at what you saw. The Tony stark, wearing a towel wrapped around his head, glittery pink mask plastered to his face, while he crunched on the cucumbers he never placed on his eyes. The genius smiled at you sweetly before pushing your head back into an upright position with his pointer finger.

“Why would you put pineapples on your face Clint? Are you trying to break out?” Natasha’s incredulous cry silenced the room before everyone burst into laugher, except Clint who crossed his arms.

“The acid breaks down the dirt build up!”

“Yeah and YOUR SKIN!”

Natasha shook her head, waving her hands in the air. You chuckled, about to tease the archer when you heard Kate calling your name.

“Y/N, love of my life, sweetie-pie, tell Yelena that this,” she held up a nail polish bottle, “is plum!”

You squinted your eyes as you examined the color.

“Yeah that seems about right, what did you say it was Yelena?”

The blonde assassin looked around the room, mumbling something.

“Yelena, I’m all the way over here and I don’t have super hearing!” You joked.

“Navy purple.” She said, holding her chin up proudly. Tony let out a hum.

“That makes sense, it does give off a navy vibe. Did I used that word right?” He whispered the last part in your ear while Yelena did a little celebration dance. You gave him a thumbs up and laughed when he did a happy fist pump.

“I got the caffeine!” A loud Russian voice burst into your apartment, making everyone jump a bit. Alexi held two carriers full of coffee in his hand, showing it proudly to the group. Yelena and Natasha shook their head at their father but you, Tony, Kate, and Bucky all made ‘gimme’ motions with your hands, almost immediately receiving the hot beverage.

“Alexi you’re my favorite assassin.” You sighed out happily after taking a sip. Yelena let out a gasp, looking at you offended.

“That really hurts Y/N.” She said with doe eyes, blinking. You merely shrugged, taking another sip of your coffee. You were soon tackled by a blonde assassin, tickling your sides.

“Fine! Fine!” You laughed out, desperately trying to not spill your coffee, “You’re my favorite!”

Yelena sat next to you proudly, laughing as Tony playfully glared at her.

“My beautiful braid is ruined now, Belova.”

“Tony, whatever that was, it wasn’t beautiful.”

a/n: idk if this counts as a Drabble and i got off track but i really just wanted to share some little “domestic” moments between this friend group (I’ll write an one-on-one bestie fic with just yelena soon) thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!!

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yelenaslyubov · 2 years

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a/n: haha… hey everyone. so it’s been a minute and i apologize. i’ve had a horrible writers block for the past few months and i still kinda do but i’m also trying to work through it. so i bring you a small blurb from my follower celebration. i figured it was fitting since the anniversary of black widow was a few days ago. i hope you enjoy and i will try my best to have more writing out soon. i’m hoping i can have a piece out about a certain character i haven’t written before from the most recent mcu film👀👀👀i love and miss you all and i hope you enjoy🫶

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pairing: yelena belova x female reader

prompt #33: “make me”

warnings: implied smut, language, fluff

description: you and yelena spent a lazy sunday together before things get heated and someone interrupts your fun

translations: detka- baby

word count: 469

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Lazy Sunday

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Every Sunday morning rolled around the same as the last. You and Yelena shared lazy snuggles until one of the two of you dragged the other out of bed.

This particular morning, you sensed a cold bed beside you. When you raised your arm to wrap it around your lover, just as you suspected, she was nowhere to be found.

Once you woke up a bit and could process your surroundings, you could hear the shower echoing from the bathroom. Luckily the door was wide open where you could see just enough to satisfy you. You didn’t know how long Yelena had been in there so you figured you would rest until she came back to you.

As it appeared, you must’ve fallen back to sleep because you awoke as Yelena slipped back in bed freshly showered and as toned as ever. Her comforting grasp never failed to make you feel at home.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, my love.” The rasp in her morning voice was like rich honey and warmness in your soul.

“It’s okay. I haven’t been asleep for long,” you responded. “Why are you up early and getting ready?”

Yelena groaned and sat up in bed. “You forgot again didn’t you?” You laid there with a puzzled expression. “Natasha? Coming over this morning?”

“Shit, I forgot.”

“Ahhh really?” Yelena faked her surprise. “So that means you need to get up, sleepy head.”

“Nooo,” you whined.

“Yesss. You need to get dressed.”

“No.”

“No?”

“That’s what I said, no.”

“Get up.”

“Make me.”

Yelena raised her eyebrow and smirked. All in a quick motion she hovered over you with your arms pinned down to the bed right above your head. She pressed her thigh firmly between your legs, making you whimper from the pressure.

“I can make you do a lot of things, detka. Maybe you’d like to see just how good you can be for me.”

You looked into her eyes and saw nothing but dominant pure lust. She leaned in for a kiss slowly but stopped right before she met your lips.

“Yelena!” You both heard Nat yell through the apartment.

Yelena hastily climbed off you and off the bed while you were left unfulfilled. She turned around before exiting your room and looked you up and down.

“Why so upset?” she asked with a smug look. “Maybe next time you won’t have such an attitude and you’ll get what you want. For now, put some clothes on and meet us out here in five. I love you, byeee.” She said the last part as she opened and closed the door to leave you alone in the bedroom.

You threw your head back and groaned before getting up and doing as she wished, throwing some clothes on and greeting Nat with open arms.

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thelittleliars · 1 year

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Love Forever | Pt. 3

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader Yelena Belova x fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: yelling, mention of death, sad fluff

Words: 2.6K

AN: Here's part 3! I didn't expect it to be done so soon since I was in Budapest last week and visited all the Black Widow Filming locations. And let me tell you: it was fucking amazing. I absolutly didn't want to leave, it was hard to leave since I felt so close to Nat and Yelena there 😭

Part 1 , Part 4

"Call your Avenger friends." Yelena told Natasha as soon as she came back home. Natasha was surprised by the blonde's appearance, she didn't expect her sister to come home already, it was barely 15 minutes since you both drove away. She then noticed you not being here. "Where is Y/N?" The younger sister did not stop, she ran through the house looking room for room for Melina and Alexei. "Yelena stop!" The red head demanded in a cold tone. "What the hell happened?"

She stopped in her tracks, turning around to look Natasha dead in the eye. "She's gone okay? And I need to find her so call your damn Avenger friends for help since they both disappeared with just one finger snap." The moment Yelena was about to continue looking for her parents, an important thought crossed her mind so she stayed and starred at her sister before uttering a word. "I never asked but you also never said a thing but right now I need to know, what happened 6 months ago when you woke up in that hospital room?"

"Don't make me relive that time, please." Natasha begged, afraid of everything come crashing down once again. "Do you want Y/N back with us or not?" The older sister nodded. "Then start talking."

A bunch of moments of the battle flashes in front of her eyes as if it was happening right now and then out of nowhere everything went black. The next thing she sees is you sitting on a chair next to her hospital bed. She tries to call out your name but the tube in her throat doesn't really allow her to. You notice her awakened state though and push the button for a nurse to come, while you know it takes time for one to come, you try to calm her down with soothing words. As soon as the tube is out of her, she drowns a bit of water quickly since all she has on her mind is finding Yelena. Dread along with fear and panic is filling all her senses. But the comfort she feels from her good friend Y/N makes her ask you for help to find her sister. You agree and go outside to get a doctor, the wait just makes her uneasy and more restless. Everything suddenly becomes a blur to her, especially after you come back in. She doesn't know what just happened but she snaps out of it when she hears Yelena's voice. She stares at her as if this is all just a dream but it's reality and it dawns on her what she just did to you. She pushed you hard and now she has to live with the shocked and scared expression she sees on your face.

Yelena takes Natasha home with her, an unfamiliar apartment that somehow feels like home to the red head. The blonde widow decorated most of her rooms, it feels weird to know that Natasha lost the last 4 years while looking at a part of Yelena's past 4 years. She looks around her younger sisters living room that is filled with a tons of photos. Most of them were of the siblings together but there are also a lot of photos of her and her close friend Y/N. And then she spots a photo that leaves her with confusion and a burning sensation inside of her body. In the photo Yelena is making a gagging face but in the background it clearly is you and the red head kissing, but in wedding clothes. A few memories are coming back to her, most of those are you both yelling at each other and fighting about things. She couldn't bare seeing herself so broken in her own memories, in all this haze she decides to fill a divorce and then telling Yelena to tell you about bringing back the signed papers. In her mind, with all the cruel memories this is the best way to restore and protect your friendship, the sacred bond that you both created during the snap. Though it never comes to that point since Yelena makes sure that Natasha is never near you again. Her marriage went down the drain along with friendship that she never get the chance to fix.

"I didn't regret filling that divorce until I had my check up with Dr. Cho and got recommended to a therapist." Natasha said truthfully. "Not only did I do what I did because I thought it was the best for us, to leave this bad or toxic marriage but also because somehow I got triggered and our childhood mantra was brought back into my system." Yelena saw how much this whole thing took a toll on her sister. "Love is for children, right?" The red head looked into the distance with nothing but empty eyes.

"Sestra, there are so many types of love and none of them are only for children." Yelena tried so hard to get through to her sister. "Natalia Alianova Romanova do you hear me? Love is for everyone!" The look the older sisters gave her was very concerning though, she feared it was too late.

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Home. You were finally back home. The first thing you did was checking the date of the day, month and year. You were gone for 3 weeks, but those were just 21 tiny earth days. A couple of decades went by for you though. Time works different when you travel through multiple universes. It also took a huge toll on your mind and body, you were beyond exhausted. But coming back here on earth 4-1-1 was worth all the trouble.

You were beamed back to the exact spot Tuuli, that's the name of the girl Alexei hired to work with in his tattoo shop, had snapped you away. It was dark inside and outside of the tattoo shop. You had to walk out the emergency exit since the front door is already closed. You stepped into the rain, it was pouring badly but you felt at ease with the weather. As you were walking around some corners you felt a weird sensation through your whole body. You gulped as you had your theories of why this was happening, but you pushed those theories and thoughts away.

The second you came out back with a clear mind you saw her standing there in the rain with an umbrella, looking stunning as ever with the colors of the led signs illuminating on her face. She looked astounded at you, you also could not believe that she stood right there. The both of you get lost in a trance. The more time went time the more you struggle to be back. What you just had lived through left you in a messy state so you absolutely did not know what to feel. You got your memory wiped after each failed attempt to find your soulmate and you were fine for the first 22 years. But Tuuli switched it up after the last try hit a century of failed attempts. Since your clock was ticking more and more, she unlocked all of your memories, thousands of different lives you've lived were all in your head, it drove you insane, you felt extremely depersonalized. It all went downhill from there though, it was another 9 years until you stopped Tuuli and told her you were done searching. You craved your found family back from earth 4-1-1, you two fought about it for a while since didn't want to lose you but you made peace with the fact that if you didn't find your soulmate you'd be dying soon. You would rather spend the last given time with your family than waste time searching for something that might not want to be found.

"Y/N." Your name fell from her lips, it sent a wave of shivers down your back along with a heavy ache in your heart. It was the ache of missing and craving her. "Please come back home." You nodded eagerly. "Gladly." With that the tiny Avenger rushed over to you, hugging you as if you were gone for years. You put your arms around her too. Both of you clung to each other like koala bears. While taking in the comfort she gave you, tears started to pool in your eyes since all the joy and love you felt right then overwhelmed you heavily. "Any chance that you have superpowers that could beam us home? I don't wanna let you go just yet." Natasha's hugged you even tighter than before, it warmed your heart to see her like with you. A part of you broke though since all she thought of you was a close friend. You were grateful to have her and Yelena back, but it hurt to know that you would never get your happy ending with her. For the rest of your time you needed to accept that it's better this way than not having them in your life at all.

The second Yelena saw you standing in the door frame at her parents house, she started sobbing uncontrollably. You went over to her, putting your arms around her tightly so she knew you were real, at that point she broke down. Seeing her react like this only made it harder for the talk about you dying soon. There was not a single thought in your mind where you'd hide that information from her. You just hoped Natasha would be there to catch Yelena once it was time for you to go forever. "I'm never letting you go. I swear I won't even leave you to pee alone." The blonde girl told you after it seemed like she calmed down after her breakdown. "I wouldn't have it any other way." You told her truthfully. "I missed you like hell darling."

Melina and Alexei observed your reunion from the kitchen. They were glad you were back, it tore them apart seeing both daughters so devastated when you vanished. The siblings went unholy lengths to find you. It became unhealthy for everyone. "Yel, we need to talk about something important." You hated telling her the heartbreaking news but it was better doing it now than later when you wouldn't have the energy for it anymore. Both of you went into a more hidden library Melina had made, Yelena never let you go though, she held onto your hand like a little kid being afraid of getting lost.

Sadness filled your heart. It ached for you, for Yelena and for the rest of your chosen family. You took a deep breath before telling her that you're dying with teary eyes.

"No!" She yelled at you, shaking her head in disbelieve and denial. "No, you're lying." You met her with silence before softly asking her, "When did I ever lie to you Yel?" The realization hit her hard, you had never lied to her. She fell to her knees, so much pain and anger were consuming her. Tears started streaming down her face as it was a waterfall and from time to time heartbreaking sounds escaped her mouth. The sight of your sister (in law) broke you in ways you didn't know it could. You sat down behind her body and held her close to you. "I hate myself for doing this to you Yelena. You don't deserve to be hurt by me like this."

Though she still felt huge pain in her chest, she started to relax in your embrace. "I can't be there when you're going to tell Natasha. It'll hurt too much." Your quietness set off a couple red lights in her head. She was extremely shocked to see guilt on your face. "You don't even wanna tell her?" You shook your head. "Are you out of your mind? She deserves to know Y/N. For god's sake she was your wife and went beyond anything I've seen to get you back for the past 3 weeks. It's fucking cruel not wanting to tell her."

Of course the one person who shouldn't have been there came into the library. She got worried about the quietness after all the yelling she had heard. "What's cruel? And not telling who what?" When she saw her little sisters tears, she immediately sat in front of you both with a worried expression on her face. "What happened?" The youngest looked at Natasha first, then to you a for moment before turning her attention back on the women sitting on front of her. The look she gave you meant she was about to spill your secret. "Don't you dare Yelena!" But she didn't listen to you, being in this situation was hell for the blonde. Either way she would have betrayed both of her sisters. "Y/N doesn't want you to know that she's dying."

Natasha didn't expect anything like this. For a second she thought she heard wrong but the guilt and helplessness on your face told her she heard right. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, a minute later she could finally stutter out a quiet 'what'. "I- I don't understand."

"I'm coming from an ancient planet called 'sielujen planeetta' which is translated to 'Planet of Souls'. We are born with the purpose of finding our one and only. You humans would call it soulmates but for us it's so much more. The structure is almost exactly like a normal soulmate but once we find them there has to be a period of time we can not separate, like not breaking up or divorcing. One and onlys have to stay together while going through a tough time that the universe puts in their way as a test." You started to explain. "Once you completed it with grace, a new more deep bond starts to form between the two souls and that bond gives energy to my planet so that it can survive and create the most beautiful things. If we do not contribute to that, the planet sucks the energy out of us and we die."

"And instead of continuing looking for your soulmate to actually survive you are back here dying at our hands." Yelena was furious with you. She hated you for coming back just to die soon anyways. You smiled sadly at her. "Lena, it was only 21 days for you but for me 30 years have gone by. 30 years of looking for my one and only, 30 years of falling in love and breaking up, 30 years of sadness and heartbreak, 30 years without you. I was sick of the ache in my heart. All I wanted was being back with you guys, my chosen family." You held onto Yelena like she might disappear in front of you. You also extended your hand for Natasha to hold, she gladly took it. "I came back here because I'd rather spend the time I have left with you all than waste time and might die alone in another universe."

"How long do you have left?" It was Natasha who spoke up since she noticed Yelena's questioned were all written on her face but she also knew her sibling had gone into a non-verbal state. "More or less than a month." You three sat there for a long time without saying anything. Melina and Alexei knew it had to be something heavy you told their daughters so they brought blankets and air mattresses for you to sleep and sit on. And that was what you did, all cuddled up in blankets with Yelena and Natasha on each side. The heaviness of your reality still hung in the air, it was a dark day for everyone.

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