#yelena belova x fem reader

[littlexscarletxwitch]

Hi, would you be able to do a mutual pining yelena x avenger!reader kinda thing where yelena has been ignoring reader because she doesn’t know to how to deal with her feelings and when reader confronts her, yelena admits that she likes her? Mainly angst with fluff at the end if possible. Love your fics!!

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂

paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, some angst, mutual pinning, nat being the big sis

warning(s): yel having a hard time admitting her feelings, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.8k

note: Soooooo sorry it took me soooo long to post this. I FUCKING LOVED THIS REQUEST btw. Also guys, it's taking me so long to post fic because a) my laptop is just a bitch and won't work, and b) I guess I'm going through a writer's block and it's kinda hard to find the motivation to write. But I'll try my best. Lots of love, M <3

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Your legs were sore, you couldn't feel your arms anymore and you were gasping for air, but it wasn’t over until one of you was down.

“Can’t we take a break?” you whined out as you tried dodging Yelena’s fist but still made contact with your body and you groaned out in pain. 

“Focus, Y/n,” Steve called out, before Yelena would punch again. 

You knew she was holding back, measuring her strength, she always would when training with you. And you didn’t know if you found that reassuring or mocking. You kicked her in the stomach, but it still did not affect her, it was quite the opposite really. 

“That’s all you got?”

“Why? Wanna try something else?” you teasingly said while winking at her. 

You got her off guard, she wasn’t expecting your cocky self to show up while training, and seized the moment to swift her off her feet and got on top of her. 

“Was this what you had in mind?”

Your hands quickly found her wrists while your body pressed into her abdomen pushing her down so she wouldn’t get out of your hold. 

“Okay, I think it’s enough,” Steve called out, sensing you had gone off track. 

Both you and Yelena knew that she could easily get out of your hold, but still it took her two minutes to do so. You didn’t want to let her go that easily, you felt your whole body burning just by the thought of her skin against yours, still you stood up and got on moving before the two of you could have a say on what just had happened. 

That was how it always went with Yelena, one moment you had the courage to openly flirt with her and a second later you would run back to your dorm second guessing the whole interaction. You wanted to do more, each and every time, but she was so nonchalant about you flirting with her that you convinced yourself that it was just that, a flirty friendship. 

And most of the time you were okay with it, playing dumb about your own feelings. But then shit like that would happen, you would brush her skin, or would make her laugh, or just look at her, and the thought of a friendship would fly out of your mind. That was why you would lock up in your room, trying to calm and persuade yourself to not let your stupid feelings get in the way. 

And the same stupid thing would happen to Yelena, which you didn’t know about. 

“You want to talk about it?” Yelena heard her sister's voice as she watched you heading out the training room. 

“I wasn’t holding back, I swear.”

“Not about your punching,” she raised her brow at her little sister. 

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Yelena shrugged it off as she grabbed her bottle of water and took a big sip. 

“Lena, I know you,” Natasha took advantage of the fact that her sister was chugging down water. “I know we don’t do feelings, we don’t trust people. But that was the old us, that was the red room. We have to put that shitty part of our lives behind us for good.”

“And I have,” Yelena scoffed. 

“Then why haven't you done something about it?” Yelena knew her sister meant you, she didn’t have to clarify. “At least, give it a go,” Natasha sighed. “If not for you, then for her.”

“She doesn’t—.”

“You never know, Lena. Neither will she, if you don’t tell her,” and with that Natasha left her sister to her own thoughts.

“Suka,” she mumbled under her breath, because Natasha was right. She was always right about everything, it was the power that came with being a big sister—her big sister—, and she hated it when she was right. 

She knew she had to do something about it, about you. But the fear of rejection, of feeling unwanted felt too much to bear. She wasn’t going to open up her heart just for someone else to crush it. But maybe, just maybe she could trust you not to crush it. 

[...]

Still, it was easier said than done. It took her a full week to finally come to the conclusion that she was, actually, madly in love with you. A week full of stress and anxiety because deep down she felt like she didn’t deserve to have these feelings towards you. 

And now that she knew exactly how she felt about you, it fucking terrified her. So she did what she thought was best and put some space in between the two of you. The thought of you clouded her brain and it was starting to affect her line of work, and she couldn’t have that. Being part of the avengers gave her life meaning, and she was not going to let her stupid feelings ruin that for her. Even though she wanted to be close to you, and just melt into your arms.

Of course, her coldness didn’t go unnoticed by you. You were confused, though. It wasn’t like Yelena to just shut you out. Even though you wanted more than just a friendship out of her, you wanted to consider yourself a friend of hers and it hurt that she was just avoiding you. 

You didn’t know what was going on, she just felt out of your reach. You asked her sister about it, she just told you to give her space and she would be okay, before muttering something under her breath and went on with her day. You asked Kate and she just completely avoided the topic and changed the subject.

The more she didn’t talk to you, not even glance at your direction, the more you felt like you had done something wrong, maybe she had found out about your feelings and now she was avoiding you because of them. She probably felt uncomfortable about them, she probably wanted nothing to do with you. And who were you to decide otherwise?

You talked to Steve, making sure to not have more training lessons with her, only to find out she had already asked the same thing. You knew it was stupid to feel as if your heart was breaking since you wanted the same thing, but it did feel like shattering to pieces. You just nodded, a tight smile finding its way to your lips and went to your room before shedding any tears. 

This whole thing was bullshit. Yes, maybe she didn’t feel the same way you did about her. But the both of you were full grown-ups, you should be professional about it and act like nothing had happened. Because in reality it didn’t, not that you were aware of it. So you decided that you were going to give her a piece of your mind. 

You searched for her throughout the entire building and finally found her in the training room. Of course she was there, you should have thought of coming there earlier. 

For a trained assassin she didn’t notice your presence, too caught up in her own mind, focusing on her breathing and throwing punches at the boxing bag. 

You cleared your throat. “Got a minute?”

She looked over her shoulder, finally acknowledging you there, and you swore you watched as her whole body just tensed up by the sound of your voice. 

“I’m kinda busy right now,” she mumbled before throwing two more punches. 

“It won’t take long,” you insisted, wanting to get this over with. 

“Look, I really need to—.”

You cut her off. “I don’t know who told you or how you found out, but yes, it’s true, okay?” you finally got her attention. “I just thought you would be professional enough to not let this get in the way and pretend like nothing happened. Which is what I also wish for.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You avoiding me,” you quickly mumbled, a tint of concussion in your tone. “I get it, but let’s just put this behind us and act like propper adults.”

“No, I’m aware of that part,” she scoffed, embarrassed to admit to you what she had been up to. “What I mean is, what have I found out?”

Your brows furrowed. “About my… me… and you,” you gave yourself a second to think her words through. “Hold on a second, you don’t know?” 

“What don’t I know?”

“You don’t,” you finally added two plus two and realised that Yelena had no recollection whatsoever about your feelings, but still something was off. “Why have you been avoiding me then?”

You watched her as her mouth opened and closed, searching for the right words. 

“What did I ever do to you for you to completely avoid me, huh?”

“You did nothing, I just…”

“You just what?” you scoffed, now anger filling your tone. “You just decided it was fun to ignore me?”

“No! God, no.”

“Then what is it?!” the two of you were pretty much screaming at each other. 

“Because I like you, damn it!” she finally confessed. “Is it so hard to see?”

Your eyes winded. “You like me? You have been avoiding me because you like me?”

“I know, not my brightest moment. But it's just that you… you just…” she gestured to her brain. “You’re just stuck here, and I can’t get you out. At first I was scared to admit my own feelings to myself,” she took a deep breath. “But then Tasha said something and it made me realise that there’s nothing wrong with having feelings. But then I had to admit to myself that I really fucking like you. And I just… I just got scared because you might not feel the same way, and you might just push me away,” another deep breath. “And I decided that I would push you away first… and so I did.”

“So you like me.”

“Yes,” her brows furrowed.  “Was that all you got?”

“I mean… it’s the part that matters most,” you grinned at her. 

“What do you mean?”

“I really fucking like you too,” you said cupping her cheeks. “I thought you knew and that was why you were avoiding me. But now I get it, I make you nervous,” you said teasingly. 

“I wouldn’t use that word…” you rolled your eyes before shutting her off with your lips, finally giving in and kissing her. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now,” you whispered over her lips as you deepened the kiss. 

Her lips were soft and rough, and they had some saltiness to them due to her being all sweaty. But you didn’t mind at all, in fact you really like it. 

“Remember last time we were here?” you whispered in her ear, trailing a path of kiss down her jaw and neck. 

“You mean… that time we last trained?” she sounded breathlessly and it sent a shiver down your whole body. 

“If I remember correctly, which I know I do…” you gently bit her skin earning a hiss out of her lips. “You were on the grown and I was on top of you, remember?”

“Yes…” she said as her fingers ran through your hair. 

“Want to pick up where we left it off?”

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-M

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This Could Be Fun…💋

Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader

Smut: Thigh riding (R), Choking(R), Fingering (R), Face-Riding(F), Double-Ended Strap(R/F), Light Role-Play(Yelena 🤪), Squirting(R), Jealousy, Mommy(F), Good Girl(R), Really soft shit, and kinda humorous if you squint.

Minors DNI | 18+ |

Anon Request: Hi can I request a Florence Pugh X Fem Reader where Reader accidentally told Florence that her favourite character that Florence played is Yelena. So one day when Florence finished filming for a Yelena scene, she went home with the costume and talked in a Russian accent and R is turned on, thank you!

I realize now that I kinda deviated in how Flo found out, but I promise the core concept of reader being horny for Yelena is there 😂

“My beautiful girl, can you bring the popcorn?" Florence calls out to you from the couch, she'd already gotten rather comfy in the cocoon of blankets, and couldn't be bothered to get up. "Already on it baby." You announce as you're settling down beside her with the bowl, an array of candy and two ice cold cans of Cola.

Florence softly smiles at you, admiring your soft, beautiful features, and efficient nature. Leaning forward she makes a move for the popcorn, but she'd really been on the move to steal a kiss. Your shocked squeaks lead her to giggle into the kiss, and she soon pulls back triumphantly, her heart absolutely fluttering at the sight of your adoring expression, lips now tingling, and with a hand covered in butter.

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"Shall we begin then?" Florence smirks to herself at the residual shock that laces your tone, she opts for reaching over you to grab the remote, pressing play in silent confirmation, leaning into your side and fixing her gaze to the screen as your Marvel movie marathon begins.

Once the bowl of popcorn had been finished Florence laid against the back of the couch, her hands tugging at your shirt so you fall in line. Instantly melting into her embrace, and lacing your fingers with her own over your abdomen. Moments like this are everything to the actress, filming tends to take her away a lot, so in the rare softer moments like these she soaks it up; it's no secret, you've always been her safety net.

Your job is equally as tiring, so she knows just how much it's taking for you to even keep your eyes open long enough to watch the sequence of all of 'Natasha's best films' as you requested, and being the Scarlett stan that Florence is she had no problem conceding to the request. Currently though she'd been forced to watch herself traipsing around the screen, and as much as she loves her acting gig there's just something odd about seeing yourself up there.

In an act of avoidance her eyes instead fell to your calmed face, your obviously tired eyes managing to still hold such attention as you watched your long time lover on the screen. Florence herself hadn't realized it yet, but as much as you loved Natasha, Yelena had been the focus of your current affection, something about your girlfriend in the skin tight suit flawlessly kicking ass, coupled with her deep Russian accent had you feeling things.

Granted, you'd both been far too exhausted to handle those sorts of needs, but it didn't stop your bodies squirming whenever she'd do something on screen that caught your eye. Florence was a bit perplexed at your sudden inability to stay still, but even in her exhausted state she began to notice a pattern within your movements—you were turned on, and had she not caught your eyes shamelessly transfixed upon Yelena's—her—body she might've even been offended, but she now found herself beyond excited.

A great amount of devious thoughts flooded her mind while you finished the movie off, none the wiser to your girlfriends findings. Florence's hand covered yours on the remote, "Baby love, I think it's time we call it a night.," Your lazy grumblings of refusal were met by her deep laughter, the natural rasp doing nothing at all to satiate the built up tension between your legs, and she knew it too.

"We both work tomorrow morning, and if we watch another movie then you'll be a grump.," You roll around in her hold to tiredly glare at her, and she audibly aww's at the sight of you. "Goodness Y/N/N, you're just so adorable.," Her laughter only increased when your glare deepened, and you tried to escape her grasp.

"'M not adorable, I'm a monster, hear me roar." You tiredly slurred, a pathetic whimper meant to be a roar falling from your lips, and Flo just stares at you with wide eyes., "Yeah, you're my tired, adorable baby, close your eyes now...," Her hand then rubbing soothing circles against your temple cuts your deluded protests off, and an accomplished smile overtakes her features.

"I love you Lena.," Florence holds back a snort so that she doesn't give way to your slip up, no, she plans to instead use it to her later benefit. "I love you too Y/N/N...," she observes your tired smile as she places a kiss to your temple, then she too slips into a blissful nights rest.

——

Florence had been so busy all month long that you'd barely had a chance to see her since the movie marathon, and it's been nothing short of dreadful for you, waking up alone most days, and craving the warmth of your lover always. Between her prolonged days of shooting her newest Marvel project, to doing a press tour for her upcoming movie with the likes of Zendaya she'd barely been home.

Not to mention that when she was home she'd usually only have time to eat, sleep, and lest we forget torture you as she lived her day to day speaking in her entirely too hot Russian accent so that it'd be consistent when she was filming. Your need for her only being heightened every time she spoke to you with said inflection. Little did you know Florence saw every time you squeezed your thighs, or held your breath, and she was having the time of her life teasing. Truthfully, she couldn't wait for the day she could finally have you, and thankfully, today was her final day on set, she told you she'd be home a little later than expected, but that she should at least be home in time for dinner.

So, you'd then spent all day preparing for the reunion, cringing as you cleaned up around the forgotten about house, then again when you spent the early evening pampering yourself. Now, you're stood in the kitchen recreating one of her 'Cooking with Flo's' recipes for her, and recording the whole thing too, all while dressed in only a gorgeous red, lacy pair of lingerie.

Once satisfied with the food, having seasoned her wrap fillings with a tinge more spice than your own you'd wrapped them up and settled them into the fridge. Then you headed off upstairs to change, or better yet, to throw something onto your body, because as much as you'd love to be taken on arrival you also felt like slowly wooing her would be equally as fun.

A black halter top dress that left you braless, and tightly squeezed against your body in all the right places is what you settled on wearing for the at home dinner with your girlfriend. Adding on a select few silver pieces to entice the woman's gaze upon your breasts and hands. Finally, settling on a bare face as Flo has told you she very much preferred you that way, your lips the only thing glistening as you'd applied just a thin layer of clear gloss.

With a last look over you sighed at the sight of yourself, the anticipation for what's to come filling you with an anxious excitement as you made your way down the stairs; collecting the food, two flutes, and a ice bin with a bottle of merlot tucked within as you made your way to the shaded patio to patiently await your lover.

—

Florence was as quiet as a mouse when she finally entered the house, shh-ing the awaiting dog, then making sure the coast was still clear as she quietly ran up the stairs. The only reason she was even running late was because she'd been planning to pull a Scarlett Johansson, and had to wait until Hailee texted her the all clear before she sprinted off to her car with the stolen goods, instantly throwing it into drive, and smirking the whole way home as she'd successfully completed her heist.

Shooting off a text, "I'm about twenty minutes out my love, I'll meet you out back. 😘❤️," she then set her phone with live footage of the deck onto the counter of your shared bathroom. Nerves of all sorts causing her skin to itch and burn as she squeezed her body back into the tight suit she'd adorned for months on end, and it never seemed to get any easier either. Yelena's signature rings were her own pieces, so they'd remained on her fingers all day.

The only dilemma the woman was met with was the length of her hair, it wasn't long anymore, so the typical braid wasn't an option. Fortunately for her though you loved her short locks, so there was no need to waste her time with applying extensions. If anything, you're getting an exclusive Yelena that no one else ever will, so she settled on slicking her hair back, applying a thick layer of eyeliner followed by a pink tinted gloss, then she left the room with a spritz of cologne and a cheeky smile.

—

Florence was running a tad bit late for your liking, as dinner was usually at 7:30 at the latest since both of your bedtimes had slowly gotten earlier as the years had flown on by. You'd no longer been the carefree idiots who spent their nights dancing away their sleep, to then spend their mornings chugging down coffee before racing off to your respective jobs. No, now you two spend your nights inside, watching movies, or entertaining new hobbies. Like Florence's newest obsession with knitting, at this point you already had a new set of Fall attire.

Nevertheless, you both have the next week off, so with what you'd already had in mind for tonight the bedtime wasn't much of an issue. Still, it was approaching eight o'clock, and your patience was wearing thin the longer you were left to stare at the enticing bottle, so you popped it open and poured yourself a glass.

"Oh detka... What ever happened to patience? Thought you were my good girl," Your spine straightened as her low, accented voice sent shivers throughout the entirety of your body. Florence took great pleasure in seeing just how quickly she could have you begging for her if she played all her cards right tonight.

Florence takes a few long strides in your direction, hands on your shoulders to keep you facing away, not wanting the reveal to happen just yet., "Dinner smells good moya lyubov'.," she whispers into your ear, smirk present as she places a soft kiss behind your ear, loving the way you squirm under her touch entirely too much at the Russian terms of endearment.

"I-I made your famous lettuce wraps, why don't you take a seat, and I'll pour you a glass." You stutter as Florence's lips brush across your bare shoulders, and you are encased in the aroma that is your favorite cologne of hers., "How considerate of you honey...," She purrs, lips parting to harshly suck at your warm skin, and pulling a shocked moan from your throat.

Florence drags her hand over the freshly marked skin, goosebumps rising as the cold metal moves across the heated surface, and she smiles, appreciating how reactive your body is. "Sit now and there might even be a show...," you lowly tease, finally getting your mind in check, Florence slowly pulls away from you, totally admiring your renewed confidence, "Ooh, dinner and a show, color me intrigued.,"

Slowly she moves around the table, smirking with her back to you when she hears you gasp. Your mouth had suddenly run dry at the sight of your lover in her suit, the accent and pet names all making sense now as you see her. Her short blonde hair was slicked back with a little volume added to her bangs, giving her a soft look that completely contradicted the way she was carrying herself in the suit. It was as if her confidence had transcended it's normal bounds, and as hot as it was, it was not helping you keep your cool in the slightest.

Slamming back your wine you quickly pour yourself another, then move to fill hers as she settles in her seat across from you wearing a smug smile. You somehow manage to avert your gaze from the alluring woman sat before you, moving about silently to serve the food, and just as you were about to take your seat Florence yanks you into her lap, chuckling lowly as you squeal, and then within the next second she's pulling you into a deep kiss, her tongue shoving it's way into your mouth while her hands felt you up over your thin dress.

"The food smells delicious honey..." Florence cooly compliments, as if she's completely unaffected after making out with you, while you're left there sat on her lap gasping for air. You want nothing more than to make her squirm, so once you regain some composure you shift around in her lap, the hand on your hip telling you vacating completely wasn't exactly an option., "Thank you Flossy..."

Florence began to eat her lettuce wrap, a moan of approval falling right against your ear as she leans over you to keep the both of you clean. Her every attempt at making you squirm was beyond effective, and it was getting annoying. While she was distracted you reached across the table to grab your phone, pulling up the video., "Flo, I did promise you a show..."

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You're stood in the kitchen, a perplexed expression on your face as you settled the phone down, and as soon as you were sure it's recording you're smiling like a total dork., "Hello everybody, welcome back to another cooking with Y/N/N!" You shriek towards the camera., "Today we'll be making my beautiful girlfriend, Florence Pugh's, famous lettuce wraps, but first, let me tell you..." You pause, fanning yourself down with your hand for emphasis., "It's really fucking hot in here...,” Then with a rather smooth movement your oversized shirt is flying across the kitchen, revealing your new lingerie set, a deep shade of red that reflects against you perfectly.

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Florence's hand harshly grips at your hip, her other reaches out to pause the video, and a harsh breath is released., "Detka, care to define everybody...," You giggle over a bite of your food., "Oh, wouldn't you like to know...," you shift in her lap until your noses are touching., "Tell me Flossy, what if I told you I was on live, how would that make you feel honey? Knowing that everyone else saw what was yours.."

Florence's hand swiftly wraps around your throat, squeezing harshly to cut your taunting off, and as you gasp she pulls you in for a possessive kiss, "Don't fuck with me on this.," she growls against your lips, and you whimper when she bites your bottom lip harsh enough to draw blood., "I-It was just for you Flo..."

She releases her hold on your throat, and pulls back with an accomplished smirk., "Good girl.," Florence chuckles as you whine with obvious need, leaning over you she presses play on your phone, then her hand lands atop of your thigh, and you sigh, knowing damn well it's nowhere close to an innocent touch.

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With a knife in hand you begin to chop up the fillings: tomatoes, mushrooms, zucchini, and garlic, then just as you finished dicing it all up you leaned onto the chopping block. Your breasts were spilling over the edge of your brazier., "You know, the thing I love most about this dish is just how simple it is.," you smile softly as you slide all the fillings into an already sizzling pan, and then you lift your glass of water to your lips., "Really, all I had to do was cut up a few vegetables, and voilà."

You settled your glass on the counter when your playlist landed on Naughty Girl by Beyoncé., "I love this song!," and your hips immediately began to move along to the beat.

"Tonight I'll be your naughty girl, I'm callin' all my girls, we're gonna turn this party out.," You sing along, "I know you want my body.," your hands travel slowly over your breasts, slightly pushing them to cause them to briefly spill out, then down your abdomen before you spin around and give her a teasing view of your ass. 

You spin right back around, throwing a sweet wink to the camera., "I love to love you baby (I love to love you baby)...," then you're slowly returning to the stove to stir up the nearly finished food while still unconsciously moving along with the beat., "See? Easy peasy..."

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While watching the scandalous dancing her right hand not so subtly made its way up your leg, and under your dress as you'd expected. She gasped when her hand discovered your, bare, wet core, "Fuck, you're such a whore.," Florence used both of her hands to manhandle you until your dress was bunched up at your hips, a loud moan leaving your throat as your cunt is pressed into her leather covered thigh., "Moya krasivaya angel, ride my thigh...," she breathlessly whispered into your ear, her lips latch onto your shoulder, sucking harshly in a feverish attempt to mark you up, as her hands then rose up to pull your dress down from the top as well, blindly grasping at your breasts.

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You finished plating up the lettuce wraps, lifting the plate up to show off the final product to the camera, smiling proudly as you did., "I'm adding some hot sauce to this set because my sweet girl like's it a bit spicy..." You playfully muse, winking at the camera before blowing your love a kiss and ending the video. 

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"Oh fucking hell.," You groan, the leather of her suit now drenched as you fall over the edge and into a state of bliss., "Well damn detka, how am I going to return this suit back to the set now?" Florence taunts, her own accent briefly slipping through as she can't exactly contain her amusement., "Don't.," you quietly plead, and her eyebrows furrow at your unwavering attraction to the Russian spy she plays on screen., "Listen honey, I know you love Yelena, but I don't think I can really compete."

It was playful enough, but the insecurity was still lying somewhere beneath her words so you shifted, groaning as your sensitive folds were made to slide across the leather as you did so., "Oh lovey, there's absolutely no competition.," you coo, hands cupping her cheeks to pull her into a soft kiss., "I love you both the same.," you then teasingly whispered against her lips, bursting into laughter when she pushed you backwards and stood up with you in her arms.

Grumbling the entire way into your house you couldn't fight the way her unnecessary jealousy had amused you., "Oh Flossy, I promise my love for Yelena is only face value, and that's because she shares your likeness... Please, let's get you out of the suit, and I'll show you just how much you mean to me my sweetest girl..."

She failed to respond to you, leaving you to ponder if she'd actually been hurt by your previous statements., "Flo?," she ignored you, tossing your barely covered form onto the bed, then straddled you as best she could before her lips were slamming into yours with clear purpose, her tongue sliding into your mouth while her strong hands rip the offensive dress pooling at your hips in half, and you whimper as a new wave of arousal courses throughout your body at her show of pure strength.

Every simple touch of hers sends your nerves alight, and you find it exceptionally hard to breathe once her fingers collect your wetness that's been slowly dripping onto the sheets, and without much warning her digits slide right into your awaiting cunt, your warm walls more than welcoming as they suck her right in., "Shit!" She curses, pulling away from your lips and trailing her kisses down your jawline as her fingers continue to brutally pump into you.

Already sensitive from your previous orgasm it doesn't take long for the blonde to build you up, and she knows it to by the way your hips are moving against her thrusts, and by just how shaky each breath you take in is. Not wanting to miss this one she trails her kisses back up your jaw, then after placing a firm kiss to your lips, and enjoying the way you can barely keep up with her she leans on her elbow to see you.

Watching every twitch of your face when she rubs against that spot deep within you, and with her own needs emerging she didn't hold back anymore, her pace increased, the sounds of your wetness filling the room along with your never ending string of moans as her thumb began to rub fast circles on your clit. "Come on, let go for me detka, I want you to come undone all over mommy's fingers.,"

As soon as the words left her mouth your walls were fluttering around her fingers, the title having always been like her secret weapon., "That's right honey, look at you fucking my hand, always trying to be mommy's good girl.," Your legs were shaking as she slammed her fingers into you against the building resistance,  your back arching off the bed as your vision became spotted, and with a final scream that left your throat burning your orgasm had ripped right through you, and drenched the woman's hand.

Florence watched in absolute awe as your body trembled beneath hers until you were suddenly falling slack against the mattress, and then her eyes were fixated on the slick that covered her fingers as she slowly pulled them out of you., "Fuck..." she was absolutely reeling as she popped them into her mouth, your delicious arousal coating the entirety of her tastebuds.

Florence felt the wetness pooling between her legs steadily increasing at the sight of your blissed out face, a truly uncomfortable feeling when one is wearing a skintight leather suit. Every little noise you made only made her that much needier, "Fuck! I'm going to ride that pretty little face of yours, and then I'm going to leave you a babbling mess as I fuck you dumb with my cock, sound good printsessa?"

The blonde laughs, a deep raspiness settling within her tone as she watched you violently nod in agreement., "Use your words...," you then took in a set of deep breaths, still trying to recover yourself., "Please mommy, I want you to ride my face, want to taste you so bad.," Florence groans, lips latching onto yours while your shaky hands fidgeted with the zipper of her suit, eventually managing to push it all the way down, but getting it all off of her proved more difficult than either of you anticipated.

Florence leaned back, straddling you as she fought to get her arms out of the clingy fabric, you watched on excitedly as her breasts fell free, and it took all of your strength not to reach up and grab onto them, Florence smirked down at you when she realized what you'd wanted, but her unrelenting need to have your tongue deep inside of her temporarily overruled your mouth around her nipples.

"Shit!" She cursed, jumping off the bed to shimmy out of the remaining piece of the suit, and sighing once a stream of cold air rushed over her heated core. Florence went to climb back into the bed, but she managed to trip over the heap of leather on the floor, squealing as her upper body landed on the mattress.

Your pure laughter truly warmed her heart, and melted away the budding annoyance. "What's so funny?," she asked in faux anger, her face now hovering above yours as she had finally managed to climb back onto the bed. Your eyes widened, "That's what I thought." After a quick peck to your lips, and a reassuring wink she was now smiling down at you as her puffy, dripping cunt hovered over your chin., "Go on now baby, show mommy just how much she means to you.," you didn't have to be told twice either, your arms anchored around her thighs to hold her down, and your tongue licked a broad stripe through her folds, moaning as soon as you got a taste of your lovers sweet arousal. 

Florence wasted no time in meeting your tongues efforts either, grinding down and smearing her abundant arousal all over your face, and your mind was absolutely blissed out. If there was one place you'd like to be for the rest of your life it was between Flo's thighs, and the woman loudly moaning above you had no pending complaints with the idea either.

With every delicious thrust, and swirl of your tongue Florence's hips would grind in rhythm, and once you managed to angle your face it was a wrap for the woman; your nose managing to rub against her clit in just the right way that had her screaming your name as her body lurched forward into the headboard, and had her releasing into your mouth.

After you'd managed to gather every last bit of her arousal until she was whimpering mess atop of you she slowly removed herself, and climbed down the bed until her lips could meet yours for a slow kiss, a far cry from every other shared tonight, and the love was overflowing. Her tongue swirled around the roof of your mouth, remnants of your arousal still remained on her tongue as she got a taste of her own when her tongue slowly slid around yours.

Once Florence was content with the soft moment shared she slowly pulled back, chuckling when your lips began to chase hers, "Oh sweet girl, I'm about to fucking ruin you..." You barely had time to register her words before she was clambering off the bed and to the drawer full of toys where she collected the thick, harness-less double ended strap, slipping her end in with relative ease, but groaning all the same at the sudden fullness she felt.

Her eyes were blown out when she stared at you from beside the bed, slowly approaching you as if you were her prey meant for nothing less than devouring, and honestly, in the moment it was not an untrue statement. Florence slowly climbed back into the bed, with far more grace this time around, and her eyes never lost sight of your own, internally beaming at the healthy fear that was settled beneath your outwardly calmed stare.

“Look at mommy’s good girl, patiently waiting for me to give you what you need… Color?” Your body shivered at the thought of her earlier promises., “Green mommy…,” Flo smirked at your eagerness, and with an unannounced quick thrust she’d bottomed out inside of you. “Fuck!” Your hands were quick to grip onto her shoulders, nails digging into her skin, and the pain of it all was quickly overlooked by the both of you when she began to rock her hips.

Florence’s pace was nothing short of brutal, and when you had managed to latch onto her nipple as it continuously flitted over your mouth with each harsh thrust of her hips she found she was able to fuck into you even faster. The blonde was near the edge again, and with how tightly you were clinging to her strap she knew you were too, but she wanted to see you coming undone, so without warning she used her strong arms to flip the both of you., “Ride my cock baby, come on, I know you can do it.”

Somehow you managed to find the strength to rise up, your mouth relinquishing it’s hold on her breast, and your hands then replaced it as you used them for leverage when you began to bounce. Florence’s hands were quick to aide you, settling on your hips as she guided you over her cock whenever your movements so much as faltered. The view of you never failed to keep her aroused, your blitzed out face, your gorgeously bouncing tits, and your pussy that was completely devouring the strap was more than enough to push her over the edge when the strap rubbed against her just right.

Her back arched off the bed, and her hips thrusted up into you so harshly that you fell forward with a scream, your lover was still able to catch you in her dizzy state, and was quick to twist and slam you into the mattress again. Fucking you through your orgasm, and sending you directly into the buildup for the next one, and her never faltering hips got you there fast. In her attempts to prolong, and reach another high of her own she actually had you on the verge of passing out.

Florence was absolutely stunned when after another few thrusts she felt your arousal as it drenched her thighs, and the bed beneath. Coupled with your distant, glazed over eyes, and incoherent babbles, it had her keeping to her promise and then some. The fact that you just squirted left her feeling accomplished, and was so fucking hot that she collapsed into your body as her high came crashing right over her.

While your muscles continued to lightly spasm, and your eyes were closed your girlfriend slowly crawled out of the bed, disposing of the drenched strap, as she then ventured off into the bathroom on shaky legs on a hunt for a warm washcloth so she could clean you up. When she returned she found you blankly staring up at the ceiling, your chest having somewhat returned to a normal rise and fall, and she slowly made her presence known with a finger tracing over your thigh.

“Hey sweet girl, I need to clean up…” She cooed, then with a nod from you she ran the cloth over you, starting with your face, followed up by your thighs, and with a hand on your hip to hold you down she lightly ran the rag over your most sensitive parts., “Shh, it’s okay love.”

Then she lifted you off the bed, placing you on the toilet while she expertly exchanged the bedding out, and returned to the restroom with your favorite shirt of hers, and a pair of panties that she quickly dressed you in before handling the remainder of both of your nightly hygiene. As fast as she’d removed you, she had returned you to the comfort of your shared bed, then after dressing herself she climbed in beside you, and ran her fingers down the side of your body while watching your eyes slowly regaining a semblance of consciousness.

“That was so fucking hot Flo, I never realized you’d figured out all about my secret crush.” You managed to say as you finally came back to earth, and the blonde cackled as she stared you down., “Baby, it was kind of hard not to notice when you squirmed every time I came onto the screen.” You giggled, and attempted to bury your face into the pillow, but she was quick to stop you, cupping your cheeks and gently pecking your lips.

“Ooh, maybe I can dress up for you next time!,” Florence snorted loudly against your shoulder, “Yeah? As who?,” You quirked your brows as you gave it a good pondering., “Princess Leia?” Florence burst into a fit of laughter., “Baby, since when have I ever shown interest in her?”You shrugged, burrowing further into the bed as you adoringly stared up at your girlfriend with those beautiful, tired eyes of yours.

Florence noticed your exhaustion, and the ways you were desperately trying to fight it. She leaned forward to softly kiss your forehead, followed by your nose, then finally your lips., “We’ll revisit this later baby; for now let’s get some sleep, and come morning we’ll take a relaxing bath together then order in, okay?” You nodded gratefully, nuzzling into her, and placing a kiss to her neck as you settled in.

“Goodnight my love.,” Florence coos, lips gentle as they lay a kiss to the top of your head., “Goodnight Lena.,” you tiredly mumble, and your girlfriend huffs when she thinks you’ve subconsciously chosen her character once more, but your uncontainable laughter, and shaking body lead way to the truth., “You’re such an asshole!,” she groans as she pushes away from you, but you do your best to hold her tight.

“Yeah, but I’m you’re asshole…” She hums, resettling into the spot beside you as she pulls you close, “That you are, my lovable ass.” You chuckle., “Goodnight Flossy, I love you.,” The blonde smirks., “and I love you too detka…”

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5,480 Words

Ahem, I’m going to touch some grass now, this was a Tumblr request and I made it outlandishly whoreish

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[doudouneverte]

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.

#Natasha Romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #Yelena Belova #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x reader #marvel fic #marvel fanfic #yelena belova x fem reader #natasha romanoff #yelena belova x fem!reader #yelena belova x platonic!reader

[infernalodie]

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.

Words 2272

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

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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[wandaslittlelove]

Yelena Belova

Dark ♞, Smut ❤️‍🔥, Fluff 🌸, Angst 💔

Series:

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[lythea-creation]

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Wanda Maximoff

Oneshots:

Monster:

You are comforting Wanda after the Lagos incident.

Guitar:

The story behind Wanda's guitar.

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The meeting with your family doesn't go as you had hoped. Luckily you have Wanda to comfort you.

The Raft

What happens after Steve leaves his team behind at the airport in Civil War.

Burden

After a fight with your dad you're feeling horrible. But Wanda loves you the way you are.

Crushing The Voice (WandaNat x reader)

Will your girlfriends be able to crush the voice in your head that just never seems to stop putting you down?

Natasha Romanoff

Oneshots:

Tell me

After Natasha is severely injured during a mission, you become aware of your fear to lose her, which brings up old insecurities.

Trust

The Avengers confront you too harshly about your relationship status with Nat leading her to snap. Did her words break everything for good?

Pathetic

You gained weight after a bad injury from a mission. Now you have to deal with the aftermaths.

Crushing The Voice (WandaNat x reader)

Will your girlfriends be able to crush the voice in your head that just never seems to stop putting you down?

Series:

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Natasha and you are in a secret relationship. But everything seems to turn upside down when your ex best friend Layla suddenly appears in front of your door to seek your help.

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Bicycle Race

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[abbyromanoff]

14 DAYS OF KINKMAS MASTERLIST:

DAY 1: YOU’RE BACK, BUT ITS TOO LATE - Emily Prentiss

DAY 2: BETTER THAN HIM - Yelena Belova

DAY 3: VISIONS - Wanda Maximoff

DAY 4: OLDER - Wanda Maximoff

DAY 5: NEVER KNOW - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 6: DESIGNS - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 7: GOLDEN GIRL - Maria Hill

DAY 8: LET ME LOVE YOU - Agatha Harkness

DAY 9: MISTLETOE - Maria Hill

DAY 10: HOAX - Claire Debella

DAY 11: UNFAIR - Carol Danvers

DAY 12: KEEP QUIET - Emily Prentiss

DAY 13: HAPPY HOLIDAYS - Kate Bishop

DAY 14: DOUBLE TROUBLE - CarolValkyrie

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Yelena: so how's you and y/n been?

Nat: we had an argument recently.

Yelena: that sucks for you.

Nat: yeah well it's what happened after that makes me even more pissed.

Yelena: ooh drama please go on.

Nat: I asked for a glass of water and y/n gave me a glass of ice and said 'wait' before leaving.

Yelena: ...

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[its-really-dry]

y/n: *sitting in natasha's lap with their face in her boobs*

tony: *walks in* uhhhhh......... what's going on?

clint: nothing really. y/n just lost energy *continues to read his magazine*

tony: that still doesn't explain the whole *points at nat and y/n*

wanda: oh! think of it as a charging port, but for lesbians

kate: *is sad* i wish i was a lesbian *pouts*

yelena: you are. dumb suka

kate: then where are my booby-chargers?

y/n: *gets off natasha and holds their arms out to kate*

kate: *gets giggly and runs over to y/n*

tony: im not even going to entertain that with a follow up question

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[teaaagan]

Babysitting

-Yelena and Y/N babysitting-

Yelena: -trying to comfort a crying baby- What is your problem?

Y/N: Try singing!

Yelena: What iiiiiis your ppproooooblem?

Y/N: -facepalming-

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘁, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲

paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

tag(s): smut with plot but not really, a bit of angst but then again not really, nsfw, wlw sex

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit wlw smut, wlw sex, oral sex, kinda toxic relationship, mentions of drinking alcohol, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 3k

note: I'M SO SORRY GUYS IT SOOOO LOOOONG. College had been kicking my ass. Agh! I need a break from that shit. Anyways... I was actually going to make the smut part longer but I kinda didn't want to ruin it, so this is what you get lol. Also I literally googled the russian pet names, so please correct me if they are wrong. I hope you all like it! Lots of love, M <3

note 2: I got so many requests and I'm so glad you guys asked me to write your ideas, I really appreciate that. It's going to take me so time but I WILL WRITE THEM and I'm so excited about them. Love the way you guys think lol <3

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⇨ Detka: baby - Moya lyubov: my love - Malishka: little girl - Krasotka: gorgeous

You knew this whole thing was wrong, it was a toxic never ending cycle, but still you could never help yourself when it came to her. 

You and Yelena were together for three years, three years filled with love and lust and happiness; but then your relationship became hateful, bitter and full of anger, still the lust between the two of you remained the same.

Allegedly, the two of you had broken up 5 months ago. Allegedly, you resented her for the shit she put you through. Allegedly, you didn’t even want to see her face. 

Nevertheless, she always found her way back to you, —back to your bed—. The moment her lips made contact with yours, you knew you had lost all sense of reason. How could you restrain yourself when her hips grazed against yours in a slowly almost painful yet divine pace that had you arching your back and curling your toes?

“Fuck,” you breathed out, as her hands thighten the frim grip on your waist.

You always promised yourself it would be the last time, that it was just your body reacting to hers, that you would be strong the next time and would turn her down. It took you a couple more slips to finally understand that you and Yelena were done, that the two of you were through. But you finally came to your senses.

“You do know this is the last time, right?” you said breathless, feeling your quick heartbeat in your eardrums. 

You sword to yourself that would be the last time you let yourself give in to her. Just one more night of pleasure, just one more night of kisses and whimperings and moans, and the next day it would be over. 

“Yeah, I know,” though her voice was muffled by your cunt you could still make out the sarcastic tone in her voice. 

“I mean it, Yel,” you tried to sound serious, and apparently you did because she lifted up her head for her eyes to find yours.

“I know you do,” and she did know. She knew that you meant it, at that specific moment. 

But she also knew your statement wouldn’t last long, that you would soon change your mind and her lips would find their way back to your neck, hips, thighs and cunt. 

So she allowed you to think it was over, but it will be over once she decided so. 

[...]

It’d been a year since you had last seen her, you thought that was it, that the two of you had moved on at last. But maybe you got it all wrong, maybe all the things she made you feel enhanced by being away from her, maybe you forced yourself to forget about her. But there was no point in trying it, for she had made a mark on your heart. Like a tattoo, always under skin even when it gets removed.

But tonight was supposed to be different, you were supposed to have fun, drink and dance with your girl friends. But for some odd reason you couldn't stop thinking about the blonde. You would mess around with some people, but you found yourself thinking that it wasn’t her hands roaming around your body, or her lips leaving kisses and bites all over your neck, it wasn't her scent and it most certainly wasn’t her hoarse voice reaching your ears.

As you and your friends made your way to the bar, you heard your phone ringing. Even before you took a look at the screen you were 100% sure that it was her calling you, who else could it be then? 

Your heart picked up its pace as you looked at the ID caller and your suspicions were confirmed. It was at that moment that you realised that you had never blocked or deleted her contact number. 

Before you could answer or decline the call, it stopped. You swallowed down the lump that hard formed on your throat, unsure of what would be next. And soon after it stopped you got a text from her, you were about to read it when you noticed that someone was calling out for you. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you said, quickly putting away your phone, trying to focus on your friend’s words over the loud music.

“We have to use the restroom. Let’s go,” she said, reaching out for your hand, motioning for you to tag along. 

“No,” you step back, away from her reach. “I, um,” you felt your phone burning your hand. “I’m going to get some air, okay?” you noticed she wanted to say something against it, so you quickly added: “I’ll be right back, I promise,” you smiled at them, before making your way out of the club before they would follow after you. 

Once the cold air of the night filled your lungs you felt like you could finally breathe properly. You looked at her missed call and her text message on your phone screen, it was simple: an address. You knew what that meant, but you weren’t sure of what you should do. As if sensing your doubt, she called you again. The phone kept on ringing in your hand, as you made up your mind.

Seeing her tonight was a bad idea, right? Yes, you might not be really drunk but the alcohol was messing with your brain and you were not thinking straight. Plus, your friends were going to kill you for meeting her.

Seeing her tonight was a bad idea, right? You weren’t just going to throw away the last year and pretend like nothing had happened.

Seeing her would be a bad idea, right? But your mind had other plans as the memories of her soft lips and her rough hands and her raspy voice all came rushing to your brain, and suddenly it was all you could think of.

Seeing her tonight…? Fuck it, it’s fine, was your only thought as you picked up the call. 

“Hello, detka.”

The old pet name sent a silver up your spine, still you were yet to form a coherent thought. 

“I missed you,” she paused, waiting for you to say something. “Did you miss me?” she tried again. Still, you weren’t answering her, but she knew you were listening carefully to every word. “You know? I’m all alone right now. I wouldn’t mind some company.”

You could sense the undertone she was using, you were no fool to her tactics, even though you would always fall for them. That was the kind of power Yelena had over you, everytime you would do so much as think about her your brain would just shut down and you wouldn’t be able to hear your own thoughts. 

“No,” you stated firmly. Shaking your head even though she could not see you. 

“Oh, baby. What’s the matter? You want me to pick you up?” you could hear the jiggling of some set of keys. Your heart stopped for a second, was she really that desperate to come and pick you up? You felt your stomach burning. 

“This is… This is not right, Yelena. I shouldn't have picked up the call. I should probably not—.”

“Oh, come on, moya lyubov,” again with the russian nickname that would make your knees weak. “How about this, I pick you up, we get some coffee and we just have a quick chitchat?”

You knew that it never was so simple with Yelena, but you felt your walls crashing down. 

“I’m not sure, Yel…” it felt weird to pronounce that nickname after so long. 

“Look up, pretty girl.”

You felt your stomach sink as you did as you were told. And there she was, in all her glory. You didn’t even question how she knew exactly where you were, Yelena just knew stuff. You knew she was your ex, but she said it was just a quick chat, can’t two people reconnect? You knew you were stronger now to her advances, you were pretty sure you only saw her as a friend. But, in all honesty, you knew you were full of shit. 

Without a word, you sent a text to your friends, put your phone in your purse and got into the car, wrecking all your plans. You knew you should just stop, but you couldn't. You cursed yourself for that, she knew you too well and you hated both yourself and Yelena for that.

As soon as you took the passengers sit, Yelena sped up the car and the two of you left the building and your friends behind. 

“I did miss you, Y/n,” was the first thing she said as she rested her hand on your thigh. 

She knew how much you loved it when she did that.

“Mmm,” you muttered, unsure of what your answer should be. 

“Didn’t you miss me?” she jokingly asked as she gently squeezed your skin. 

“What do you want, Yel?” 

“I thought I told you,” she quickly took a look at you before looking back at the road. “I just want to chat, that’s all.”

“It’s never that simple with you.”

“Well, maybe this time it is. Maybe this time I want things to be different,” she smiled at you, making your heart skip a beat. She still had that kind of power over you and you hated her even more for that. But not really.

You gently shook your head. It was bad, you shouldn’t have picked up the call, you shouldn't have gotten into the car. You should have thought things more clearly before letting her into your life again. 

As you were mentally cursing yourself you didn’t realise that the two of you had already made it to whatever place she had driven the two of you. Realisation hit you as you now had now idea where the fuck you were, you had no other choice but to follow her. Or so you told yourself. 

Yelena opened the car door for you and stretched her hand out for you to take. Which you did, you didn’t even fight it, you longed for the contact of her skin against yours. And maybe, just maybe, you thought it would be enough, just by intertwining your fingers in between hers. But, god, you were wrong. 

You knew the moment you would step through her front door all sense of reason would leave your mind, and it would only remain the lust and feel of belonging you always felt around her. And you were right, the soon you stepped in, it was like you were that same person a year ago and you had no intention in fighting your feelings, not anymore. You thought maybe you deserve it, as a reward for being all this time apart from each other.

As soon as you entered it was as if you could feel Yelena everywhere. It wasn’t just the fact that she was there next to you with her hand in between yours, but you could all also smell her scent all over her place, you could see her in the furniture she had chosen, hear her in the music that was playing, and even though you had yet to taste her lips you were so overwhelmed by her entire being that it felt as if you already had. 

“So, um,” she cleared her throat as she closed the door behind the two of you, getting your attention. “Would you like some coffee…?”

“Fuck it, it’s fine,” you mumbled to yourself once more before dropping your purse and shortening the distance and crashing your lips against hers. 

Yelena’s hand quickly found their way to your hips, gently squeezing your flesh earning a low groan out of you. She pulled away gasping for air but the next second her lips were back on yours. You moaned into her lips as her tongue easily slipped into your mouth and found yours to mess around with. 

You felt a warm feeling in your stomach as her hands roamed all over your body leaving goosebumps on their way. Then they rested on your ass, grabbing the muscle motioning for you to jump on top of her, which you did without a second thought. The feeling became a small fire in your stomach the moment your chest was pressed against hers. 

“I knew you would come back,” she mumbled in between your lips, feeling her grin into the kiss. 

As a response you bit her bottom lip, not really sure what you meant by that but it felt good when you heard a low moan escape from her lips. 

“Don’t push your luck,” you said once you let go of it, earning a small chuckle from her. 

“Yeah, you’re right, krasotka,” her thick russian was only fuel to the growing fire in your stomach. 

Her lips found the crook of your neck and she left as many bites and kisses as she pleased, leading the two of you to her bedroom. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your fingers found their way in between her hair. 

Once in her bedroom, Yelena gently laid you on her bed. As her lips made their way down to your collarbone, her hand tugged at the hem of your dress slowly and painfully bringing it up to your waist. 

On command, you spread your leg open letting Yelena’s head take the place in between your thighs. She kissed and bit them, her lips ghosted over the area where you needed her the most, but all you got was her hot breath which sent a shiver up your spine and made you groan out her name. 

“Stop with the teasing,” you begged her, as your legs rested on her shoulders. 

“Tell me what you need,” she breathed out. 

“I need you… I need your lips on me,” it almost came out as a moan. 

And she did as she was told, but it wasn’t quite what you wanted. Her lips kissed and licked your core, but it wasn’t enough since the area was still being covered by your panties. You wanted more, needed more. 

“Yelena, please…” you begged her once again. 

“Shh…” she cooed as her fingers tugged at the hem of your underwear and slowly pushed it out of the way. “Is this where you need my lips, malishka,” her hot breath over your now uncovered cunt ripped a moan out of your mouth. 

“Yes, yes, just please do something. Please, Yel, I—,” a whimper cut you off as you felt her tongue licked up your slit. “Fuck,” you could feel your heartbeat going a mile per hour. 

Her tongue went up and down a few times, tasting your juices, loving who wet you were for her. She then made sure to give your clit as much attention, so she wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard. You felt your leg trembling on her shoulders as she worked her magic on you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you were a moaning mess, the fire in your stomach felt like it was taking over your entire body and you only wanted to give in, to let it consume you whole —to let Yelena consume you whole—.

You wrapped your legs around her head, bringing her even closer to you. The thought of her suffocating on your count scared you for half a second, but then as she ate you like a starving woman, the thought only added more to your arousal. 

Yelena took a quick look at you: eyes closed, lips slightly trembling and parted, brows furrowed, your leg around her head, your hand flying to meet her hair. She wanted that moment to last forever, she wanted to be forever buried in between your legs if it only meant she could see you like this. But she could not stop time and live forever in that moment, so she could only moan at your sight. And that was what it took for you to finally come undone in her lips.

You cried out her name as your leg almost squeezed her head too harshly, but she could take it. A few curses followed her name as her tongue and lips helped you right out your high. 

“I missed this, malishka,” she said breathlessly as you unwrapped your legs around her. 

Her nose, lips and chin were glistening from your release, you felt something like a match lighting up inside you once again. Much to your dismay she used the back of her hand to clean some of it, which she noticed that it had bothered you since you slightly frown. She chuckled at just how cute and precious you were. 

She crawled on top of you, placing her knee in between your legs and her lips found yours. You moaned as you tasted yourself on her lips and tongue, feeling the fire coming back to life. 

“I missed you… so much,” she said in between kisses. “Tell me… you missed me too…”

Drunk on her scent, lips and words you couldn’t think properly. But still the words you blurted out were the truth: “I did… I missed you too…”

“Then we should… make up for… the time we lost…'' she said as her hand expertly tugged down the cleavage of your dress, she smiled to herself as she realised you weren’t wearing a bra.

She trailed a path of kiss from your neck, down to your collarbone to finally end with her lips sucking your right nipple. 

“Yeah, we should…” you breathed out. 

“Then, we are going to be here for a while,” she said, her words were muffled by your tit inside her mouth. 

You giggled at her words but then it turned into a moan as she went on sucking. 

You knew the whole thing would fire back eventually, but your head was empty, blank, no reasonable thoughts. Just one that it keep you going and that was the only thought you were willing to listen to: ‘Fuck it, it’s fine.’

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Stay, Stay, Stay

Yelena Belova x F!R

A Torn Up Masterpiece | 3,100 Words

18+ | Minors DNI | Alluded to Smut

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I'm pretty sure we almost broke up last night. I threw my phone across the room at you

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A heavy groan left your lips as you thrashed around in your bed, the previous nights fight running through your mind having been what kept you up, and so you slam your fist into the empty pillow beside you frustrated at her absence. Sure, it was you that banished her to a night on the couch, but most of you'd hoped she would have snuck in to mend things, but you also knew better than to expect that.

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This morning I said we should talk about it. ‘Cause I read you should never leave a fight unresolved...

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Yelena required guidance, not silent hoping on your end, and so now you found yourself taking the next step: "Come here, we need to talk.," though the message looked daunting you still pressed send, then sat their anxious as ever.

On the other side of the door the blonde too was a ball of nerves, the fight was so silly, and she couldn't possibly fathom losing you over the improper way that she discards of her coat and shoes when entering your apartment. Whether you liked it or not though the blonde was ready to duke it out all over again if you were going to even propose a separation.

Yelena twisted the nob to your bedroom door, entering quietly to find you sat there with wide eyes., "Yelena, what the fuck are you wearing?"

"My combat suit.," her nonchalant nature only left you more puzzled., "Why?!," she smirked, though you couldn't see it under her mask., "You wanted to talk, right? Well, sometimes you like to talk with your hands and I was just preparing for the inevitable.," you groaned in faux annoyance, throwing the pillow at her, then chuckling when she slapped it away with her baton., "See, it really comes in handy."

"Yeah, well I'm not talking to a fucking alien!," the blonde cackled as she removed her mask, taking another look at it before rolling her eyes as she faced you., "At least I'm a hot alien."

Yelena slipped out of her suit, picked up her pillow, then quickly joined you in the bed. Every bit of her calmed when you made quick movements to settle atop of her, and she was actually appreciative of the silence, even if you called her in here to talk; cuddling was enough.

The reason you'd even picked the silly fight with her last night was because you were angry that she'd be leaving you for a month long mission. It'd been so long since she had to do that, and you stupidly grew used to her being around, even when you knew it was always a possibility. Now, while you halfway lay on her you realize all you did was miss out on a last opportunity to snuggle, and it made you sad.

"I don't want you to go.," you were so tired from your restless night that the honesty just came tumbling right on out., "I'll be back.," you shook your head., "You don't know that Lena."

"I'll always come back to you detka.," she lifted your head so that you could look into her eyes., "There's no way I'd die and leave you alone.," she gently tilted your head down so she could place a reassuring kiss to your forehead, then she tugged you closer, holding you as you softly sniffled until you eventually fell asleep in her loving embrace., "Together forever detka.," Yelena fell asleep too, with a calm smile on her face to combat the heart racing in her chest.

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Before you, I'd only dated self indulgent takers

Who took all of their problem out on me, but you...

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Yelena was exhausted as she made her way into her house, flicking on the light only made her want to cry as she surveyed how sad her place truly was. This month was beyond grueling, and even with the mission being a success she felt an unfamiliar emptiness. She'd never dealt with separation anxiety before, but after Kate filled her in about it on the long flight back, and with the dull, yet persistent ache in her chest she knew that's what she's experiencing.

The problem for her was that you were out of town, so she was forced to return to her loft in the countryside that welcomed her with sparse furniture, and frames full of her best moments. Not surprisingly, your beaming face filled the majority of them, and it made her realize that this house only felt so sad because you weren't there to liven it up with your existence.

Normal couples would have a discussion, talk about the logistics of things, but nothing in the blondes life ever had been normal. So, when you entered your apartment to find all your belongings gone you shrieked, then the blonde came running out of your room with a big smile., "Moya lyubov'!," she overlooked your shocked expression and rushed into you., "We're moving in together, isn't that great?!"

"We are?!", she nodded against your chest, and you just stared blankly at the bare walls for a sec before breaking out into a fit of laughter., "Yeah, of course we are, this makes sense.," the blonde pulled back just to press her lips to yours tenderly., "No more being lonely detka."

The sentiment melted your heart, because even if this was unorthodox, it was just so Yelena. Always turning your world upside down, but in only the best of ways., "All that's left is you.," you then shrieked again as the blonde threw you over her shoulder rather effortlessly, then she picked your overnight luggage up, and you watched the familiar brown door slamming, smiling to yourself as you saw it slowly fade.

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“You took the time to memorize me; my fears, my hopes and dreams...”

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As the both of you pulled up to the house your girlfriend was grinning from ear to ear while you held a much more relaxed smile due to the tranquil scenery you'd been able to take in., "Welcome home moya lyubov'!!," the blonde shouted from beside you, but fortunately for you it'd been expected so you didn't flinch., "Come on, I want to show you the place!!"

A gasp of surprise left you when the blonde scooped you up, and carried you through the entryway bridal style. Much to your surprise the place was full of familiar people, and you quickly jumped back to your feet in search of a bit of dignity since you were only in a skirt.

"Y/N/N!," you ran into the redheads arms, and she happily embraced you right back., "Natty!," she beamed at the nickname you'd allotted her, then she glared at those who dared question the bond she shared with her sisters lover.

"What am I? Chopped liver?," you rolled your eyes but made quick work of returning to your girlfriend's side and pulling her into a brief kiss., "You have to learn to share Lena.," she pouted down at you., "Nuh-uh, you're mine! She has the witch," you and her sister shook your heads in unity at the blonde's antics.

"Why are all the Avengers here? Also, where's Wands?," and as if on cue the younger red head entered the living room with a tray of snacks., "My ears are burning, was I summoned?," your girlfriend tried to keep a grip on you, but you were too quick as you giddily ran at the witch., "If it isn't my favorite ally.," you giggled at her words, failing to see the sisters shared glance.

"Ally?," the both of you now shared a glance before bursting out into a fit of laughter., "Yeah, we're both apart of the dating a moody ex-widow club, we meet up on Thursday's.," you spun around in Wanda's hold, then stared at the dumbfounded sisters with a smirk., "Very therapeutic, we share quite the bond."

Wanda squeezed you a final time, then she relocated next to her pouting girlfriend, and you did the same, a teasing smile on your face the whole way over to her, but it softened when she looked to you with a twinge of insecurity., "I want to show you some things, that okay?," you nodded, slipping your hand into hers, and allowed her to tug you into an adjacent room.

Yelena's hand slipped from yours as she left you in the doorway and went to flip on the light., "Oh my gosh, Lena...," her brows furrowed upon seeing your eyes glossing over., "It's so beautiful...," you jumped into her arms, and began to soak her shirt with your tears., "Y-You didn't have to do this for me Lena."

"Yes, I did.," she scoffed and pulled you back to look into your watery eyes., "Needed this to be just as much your home as it was mine detka.," her thumbs padded away at the ever flowing tears falling from your eyes., "Don't cry detka.," she was growing concerned as your body was trembling softly., "I didn't mean to upset you."

"No.," you softly choked out., "I'm happy love.," you then chuckled at her furrowed brows., "These are happy tears Lena, it's just—I'm not used to having a partner that actually makes space for me like this, and it's obvious that you're not used to happy tears my love."

Yelena's face softened to a degree you'd never seen before., "I hope I only ever make you cry happy tears Y/N/N.," she gently tugged your body into hers, a strong arm securing you don't step back while a soft hand holds your face., "Whoever thought it was okay to make you cry wasn't warned about me, I'll have their names soon and they'll be nothing more than dust."

"Lena, that's touching, but there's no need to defend my honor by murdering people.," the blonde looked at you in shock., "I don't?," you shook your head with a hearty laugh., "No.," she then bit her lip while shaking her own., "That simply can't be right detka, making you sad she be a crime that's punishable by death."

"I promise it is my love.," she shrugged her shoulders but nodded reluctantly., "I don't agree with it, but I'll take your word for it."

"Thank you.," you whispered as your lips met hers for a brief, and gentle entanglement., "None of that bothers me anymore baby, now that I have you it's clear as day to me that they were always just going be to the lessons I had to learn to become deserving of your love."

"I-I don't feel deserving of yours most days.," your face instantly fell., "Well, I don't get that either, because you are the most deserving."

"Do you really like the room detka?," it was obvious she was trying to deflect, and for a moment you let her because it was obvious she did want this answer too., "Yes, it's perfect my love.," your hands gently found hers, you did a little spin that ended up pushing your back flush to her front, with her arms now crossed over your front and with hands interlocked.

"Crafted by a heart of gold and with these hands that have only ever shown me love.," Lifting said hands up to your lips you brushed over her knuckles, then kissed the calloused pads of her fingers.," We're learning how to love right together.," she placed a responding kiss over your clothed shoulder., "and so far you're a proven natural Yelena Belova.," she gently spun you around, and met you with a bright smile., "As are you Y/N Y/L/N."

Her lips caressed yours as her hands lifted you up your thighs, the woman never failing at kissing you as she carried you over to the relaxation nook in the corner of your room., "Welcome home detka.," she settled into the bean bag chair with you in her lap, then she proceeded to keep you trapped in her lips embrace for an unfounded amount of time.

Time just happily slipping away...

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"No one else is gonna love me when I get mad, mad, mad..."

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"Are you fucking kidding me?! You call that a Christmas Tree?," you passionately shouted at the TV, throwing a handful of popcorn from the bowl at the screen to emphasize your valid frustrations., "Looks more like a smushed up bush.," you added, tossing the popcorn into your mouth this time, and your girlfriend watched you in amusement from her recliner.

"Detka, it's just a silly show about cake.," she realized she said something wrong when you turned to her with a look of utter shock, and if she was reading it clearly there was a touch of disgust., "It is not a silly show! They are all meant to be experts in their craft, and I sit here to be wow'd Yelena Belova, not disappointed!"

It's funny really, if any of Yelena's friends or family saw her right now they'd lose their shit. The blonde wasn't privy to nerves, but right now, with you staring daggers into her soul she's trying to find a way to fix things quick.

"Detka...," she took cautious steps, careful not to make any sudden movements as she settled down besides you on the couch., "I'm sorry.," you immediately calmed down as she looked at you with those puppy dog eyes she never failed to win you over with anytime she pulled them out., "They should be more professional!," her heart skipped when you now beamed at her.

"I know right?!," you easily shifted into her lap, grabbing a hold of her jaw to readjust her gaze., "Like, look at that baby. Frosty the Snowman? Please, as if, that's more like Fallaci his limp dick cousin and the kids from the orphanage."

"Detka!," the blonde slapped you in your arm but you only laughed boisterously in her lap., "Bake Off: Christmas edition isn't for the faint of heart Lena, get used to it or don't attend."

Even with your threats of her removal you still settled into her hold rather thoughtlessly. Serenity engulfed the two of you as you watched the judges agreeing with you, but in more of a 'beat around the bush' type of way. Yelena even began to see why you liked the show so much, it was mindless media, and it was cool to see the ways the contestants would interpret the differing challenges to create either the most masterful cake or a disaster.

"No! Who the hell gave you a right to bake?!," you shrieked when the final teams cake was now on display., "Gingerbread men are brown! Not yellow you fucking ignoramuses.," you shifted angrily in your lover's lap and she failed to contain her snorts of amusement as you did.

"Laugh again and you can sleep on the couch.," you wore a smirk as she tensed beneath you., "Detka, you're just so adorable when you're mad, don't deprive me of my joy, please?"

"Y-you think I'm cute when I'm mad?," the show no longer held your focus as you rotated to straddle and face your lover., "Yes. There's nothing more adorable than you with a glare that speaks of murder.," she genuinely relayed her feelings with a silly boop to your nose, she then laughed affectedly when you angrily glared back at her., "It's also so fucking hot."

A teasingly arched brow in her direction was all she needed before she was pulling you in for an eager kiss. It was heated from the start really, the sheer force with which she was using in moving her lips against yours was shocking; her tongue slid over yours the moment your mouth parted to gasp for a much needed breath that swiftly morphed into a soft moan.

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"I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time."

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"I love you Yelena.," you moaned into her mouth so breathily, it was truly the hottest thing the blonde had experienced with you. This raw confession of yours finally slipping from your lips filled her heart to the brim with glee, though she'd felt it for months now with the way you gazed at her, it was nice to hear.

When she pulled away to look into your eyes she was met with a radiant smile., "My heart beats for you alone, my beautiful Russian spy.," you winked, then giggled when she rolled her eyes before matching your teasing grin.

"I love you so much detka.," she hugged you tightly in hopes of conveying her honesty here., "You're my entire world.," her lips pressed against your temple then moved to your lips., "Prove it then.," you challenged, and the blonde's hands gripped your hips harshly to stop you from grinding down into her again., "Prepare yourself to never walk again.," she growled, slamming her lips to yours to catch your squeals of excitement as she carried you off to your bedroom for a night of love making.

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“I think that it's best if we both stay.”

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"That's so fun.," you snorted as your body collapsed back into the mattress., "Fun? That's not exactly the adjective I'd use, but sure..."

Yelena swiftly brought her face to hover above yours., "Are you questioning my judgment?," you met her question with an exaggerated roll of your eyes, and she gasped., "Well guess what.," you humored the blonde with a raise of your brow., "The funs only just begun detka."

Your body shivered in anticipation for the continuation of your previous entanglement, her lips anything but soft as she trailed them down your jaw, but just as you relaxed into the mattress you felt the energy around you shift. Before you could protest though your body was writhing beneath hers, lithe fingers were now jabbing into your sides leaving you breathless.

"Lena! Stoopppp.," the blonde cackled in direct response to your whining., "I promised fun!," your fixed glare was only met with a smirk., "We can always return to my version of fun?," you nodded violently, desperately willing her to stop attacking your body with the tickling, and to instead offer you the promised pleasures.

"Let's have some fun then.," she stilled her hands, allowing your body a chance to settle back down before her lips pressed to yours, catching the soft sigh of relief you released as her hand finally found its desired destination., "YA lyublyu tebya Y/N, ty moy dom..."

(I love you Y/N, you are my home...)

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Stay, Stay, Stay...

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[doudouneverte]

Precious ones

a/n: I just notice that I don't know you, I'll be happy to talk with you but right now I give you that...

*not my GIFs*

Yelena Belova x Stark!Reader; Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader; Scott Lang x Female!Reader(platonic); Hope van Dyne x Female!Reader(platonic); Cassie Lang x Female!Reader(platonic); Avengers x Female!Reader

Summary: you may have been married to the blonde widow since nearly two years now but nobody knew. When your father learnt that he didn't totally act like you except.

Type: generally Fluff but a big Angst part

Warning: mention of blood, car accident and mention of death

word count : 4771 (it's long sorry)

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 "I'm glad it's finished; I need to take a shower and sleep," Yelena said. She was back from a mission with the Avengers. She joined them four months ago, and to be honest, you were the one who convinced her. You were relieved to know she was not alone, and you were sure your father would protect her even if he didn't know who she was for you.

"Oh, come on, Yelena, it was fun." Natasha said, and her sister glared at her.

"You were not the one who almost got hit by the green giant." She replied, and Bruce looked at the ground.

"Mr. Stark, Y/n just arrived at the compound." Friday said, and everybody looked at Tony.

"Thank you, Friday. Let her know we will lend in 10 minutes." He replied, and when he met the curious faces of the others, he explained, "Guys, be ready to meet someone really important to me." 

Now all the Avengers were more curious. Okay, maybe not all, Yelena was not curious; she was happy. It's been two weeks since the last time she saw you. You both have been married for one year and a half now, but nobody knew except three people. Antonia and Selina, two widows who were with you at this moment, and your mom Pepper. You hadn't told your father yet because you hadn't really found the time, and Pepper promised she would let you announce it to him.

Ten minutes later, like promised, they were walking to the living room in the compound. They were greeted by Friday and then by Pepper and Morgan. And when your little sister finally finished hugging everyone, you came back from the kitchen.

"Guys, let me introduce you to one of my favorite people in the world, my older daughter, Y/n Stark." Your father said, and you rolled your eyes at his attitude while everyone was shocked by his revelation.

"Nice to meet you." Steve was the first to come back to his senses. "I'm–" 

"Steve Roger, aka Captain America." You cut him off. "To be honest, I know all of you." you said, and you paused your eyes on the two new recruits behind them. "And you two should be the news recruits Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova, right?" You said, and the brunette nodded frantically while the blonde just smiled.

"Why didn't we see you earlier?" Natasha asked, and despite the fact that her sister groaned loudly, you chuckled.

"I was working in San Francisco, with Hope. I think you know her as ‘The Wasp’." you said

"Wait, Scott's girlfriend?" Sam asked, and you nodded. 

"And she didn't like to spend her time with her dad anymore." your dad added, and you playfully groaned.

"Oh, come on don't say that, it's just that I don't like the parties, but it's okay now." you said

"You want to come to my new party?" he asked.

"Definitely not. But, I move on in New York." You announced, and he raised his eyebrows, he knew how much you liked to work with the daughter of Hank, she was like your big sister. "I decided to spend more time with my little sister, so I joined Stark Industri." You explained, and he couldn't help but hug you tightly.

"Does that mean I will see you more often?" He asked, and you nodded.

After that, you properly introduced yourself and spent the afternoon with them before you went back to your house. Yelena had to finish her paperwork before she could leave, so when she was working, the rest of the Avengers were in front of the TV, watching a movie, when Kate broke the silence.

"Did you see how Yelena reacted when she saw Y/n?" she asked, and everyone thought for a moment before agreeing. "I think she likes her, but I can be totally wrong." she said.

"Yeah, but Y/n has a ring on her finger." Natasha said.

"Don't worry, it's nothing." Tony said, and everybody looked at him confused. "She just really likes jewels, that's why she always wears rings." he explained.

"Yelena is the same. She always wears rings." Natasha said. 

"I think we should let them know each other more." Kate proposed, and everyone nodded.

Two months after you almost spent all your free time in the compound, you were searching for the right moment to talk to your father about you and the Russian, but that was never really the right occasion. If he wasn't too busy with his work, you were working; if you were both free, your wife was busy, and you promised her to wait for her to tell him. But even with that, all the heroes seem to have noticed that you quickly became close to the blonde; they thought it was a good friendship. You both decided to keep your relationship secret until you talked with your father and her sister. Yeah, even the great spy Natasha Romanoff was unaware that her own sister was married.

You were in the kitchen with Natasha and Kate when Yelena came, "Hi Yelena." You greeted her without even looking at her. For everyone, it would be a little weird, but we talk about Yelena Belova, a super train widow, she was very discreet, so it was funny to see the face of the archer when she saw you recognize the footsteps of her friend when she couldn't yet.

"Hi Y/n, were you not supposed to work now?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I had something to finish before." you said, and you finished what you were doing. "Oh, I brought a new toy for Fanny. I left it in my dad's lab." you said before leaving the room.

"See you later!" the blonde shoots at you.

"See you later!" you yelled back.

When you were out of the room, Natasha cleared her throat, and her sister looked at her. "Oh, good morning, Nat, and good morning, Kate. I didn't see you." she said, and now her sister was surprised; it was not the type of Yelena to not greet her first in the morning. Of course she was happy to see her sister was making a new friend, but usually no one came before her. She wanted to say something, but Yelena started to leave the room. "I will train, but before I will pass by the lab." she announced and left.

"Wow, did you see that?" Kate was the first to talk after a moment. "Y/n could tell it was Yelena without even looking; do you think she had a superpower or something like that?" she asked, and the older Russian shook her head.

"No, I don't think so, but it's true; it's weird; even Bucky and Steve can't tell when Yelena walks to them, but the strange thing was that she greeted her, but she totally didn't acknowledge us." she said, and Kate chuckled. "What's so funny?" the older redhead asked.

"You're jealous that your sister didn't say 'hi' to you first." She said and quickly left before Natasha could do anything to her.

In the lab, Tony was working when Yelena came. "Hey little spider, how can I help you?" he asked, and your wife rolled her eyes.

"Y/n, said she brought a new toy for Fanny, and she left it here." She said, and Tony pointed to a bag in a corner of the lab. When Yelena opened it, she found not only the toy but also a new vest you brought her with a card. She smiled at herself and texted you to thank you.

Two days later, she was out on a mission with Tony, Steve, and Natasha, and the redhead noticed the change.

"Oh, it's new," she said, and Yelena followed her gaze and looked at her new vest.

"Oh, yes. Y/n brought it to me when she brought the new toy for Fanny," the blonde explained, and your father frowned his eyebrows.

"I know you are close, but I didn’t think it was her thing to bring a gift for her new friend. I think she really likes you." He said, and Yelena smirked. Of course you like her; more than that, you love her, and you promised to spend the rest of your life with her.

When she returned from her mission, she immediately left the compound and made her way to your shared house. There she found you asleep on the couch with the TV on; she knew you waited for her. She turned off the TV and delicately picked you up to your bedroom; after she placed you under the blanket, she took a shower and slid next to you.   

The next month, everyone was almost pissed by the fact that you were both oblivious by the way you looked at each other with heart eyes. But today was the day, Pepper was here with Morgan, your dad should come back from a mission with your wife, and you decided to finally tell him.

On their mission, Tony and Yelena found Antonia and Selina, and the blonde invited them into the compound and afterwards to your house for dinner. During the flyback, they didn't hesitate to tease them about you, and that made Tony laugh even if he didn't know who they were talking about.

"Tony, you should have seen her before," Selina started. "She was a badass widow, and now she's so soft. We call her the ‘soft widow’." she said, and Yelena groaned.

"Oh, why do you have this long face, soft widow? Do you miss your wife?" Antonia asked.

"Wait, wife?" Tony asked, visibly shocked.

"Yeah, the soft widow has had a beautiful wife for nearly two years now." Selina announced, and his jaw dropped. But before he could say anything, the jet lent, and the three women ran out. To be true, Antonia and Selina ran for their lives while Yelena chased them.

You were in the kitchen, and everyone was in the living room, when you heard two familiar voices screaming playfully. When they entered the living room, they quickly hid behind the older widow. "Natasha, help us. Softy Widow wants to kill us." Antonia said, and you sighed.

"Who's Softy Widow?" Natasha was clearly confused, but Yelena quickly appeared in front of her, and the two women screamed like little girls, and that made your little sister laugh. Fortunately for them, you walked from the kitchen at the same moment Tony entered the living room.

"Please Y/n calm your crazy wife." Selina said while she was running to you with Antonia. You let them hide behind you, and everyone vanished when you saw Yelena stop in front of you with her disappointed face.

"детка(babe) I love you, but let me kill them just today." She said, and you chuckled.

"Oh, baby girl, you know you can't kill them," you replied. "And they're our witnesses, you'll not kill our witnesses, right?" You added kissing her nose, and she stopped.

You were in your bubble when Natasha and Tony cleared their throats, but before they could say anything, Kate seemed to want to exteriorize her emotion. "What's the hell?!!" she yelled, and you both looked at her. 

You smiled awkwardly and looked at everyone. "Surprise? I think." You said. Natasha was furious, Pepper was scared for you, Morgan was surprisingly happy, and your dad was...not there anymore. Tony left without even getting noticed. When you didn't hear him say anything you knew where he was.

"Yelena, what's the hell?" the redhead asked and her sister was now a little scared too.

The blonde looked at you and squeezed your hand "Go find him I'll handle this," she said and you raised your eyebrows at her "don't worry she'll not kill me, but I'm not sure about you." She added and you kissed her before quickly leaving. Now the young widow was facing the rest of the room.

You were in front of the lab, and the doors were closed, pretty uncommon. "Mr. Stark doesn't want to be disturbed." Friday informed you.

"Oh, come on Friday. I really need to talk to him," you pleaded.

"Sorry, MissStark, but even you can't come." The AI said.

"Friday, we both know I know how to open this door with or without your consent. And we both know I can easily hack you to turn you off. So, please." You said, and the AI didn't say anything for a moment. You were sure if she could, she would sighed, but she finally opened the doors, and you rushed in.

Tony was moving some boxes on the big table, he noticed some footsteps but didn't turn around. "Friday, I thought I was clear when I said I didn't want anyone here." He said.

"Um. I think we need to talk." You said, and he finally turned around to look at you.

"Oh, you want to talk now?" he asked sarcastically.

"Listen, I know we should have told you earlier, but we didn't find the right time."

"Since when?"

"What?"

"Since when you two are-? You know."

"Two years soon."

"TWO YEARS?" He yelled, and you flinched. "You didn't find the right time during those two years?". He asked.

"I know it's long, but we both know we couldn't see each other for the last two years." You said, and you started to walk back and forth in the lab. "I know you are angry, but—."

"No!" He cut you off. "I'm not just angry, Y/n. I'm also sad and shocked. It's been nearly two years since my daughter got married, and I didn't know. And what pisses me off the most is that you were not even the one who told me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know."

"We were used to telling each other everything. How did something like that happen?"

"I know. I think I was scared."

He sighed, and you stopped to look at him. "Did Natasha know?"

"No, we wanted to talk with the both of you. But Pepper knew."

"Pepper?" He repeated, and he scuffed.

"She's my mom."

"Yes, but I'm your dad too, did you forget that? What happened to the little girl that I raised and always made sure she could tell me everything?" He asked and walked out of the room.

"She just grew up." You replied when he passed beside you, and he left without arguing more. You stayed in the lab for an hour; crying alone, when you heard someone come.

"Hey, Yelena said we could find you here." Antonia said. You wiped away your tears before facing her. The two widows looked at you and your pitiful state. Selina didn't say anything and just hugged you. "We're sorry." Antonia said, and you looked at her.

"Oh, no, it's nothing. I think you helped me in a way." You replied and tried to smile. "You both came tonight?" you asked them, and they nodded.

When you left the lab with your two friends, you saw Natasha. She was on the couch, and when you approached her to say your goodbyes, she didn't even acknowledge you. This night, the girls spent the night trying to cheer you up.

The next day, you went to the tower to pick up some files for work. Kate didn't leave your side; she asked you a lot of questions about you and Yelena. It was cute, and you were happy to finally talk about the woman who owned your heart, but right now you needed to talk to someone. So after the questions about your first meeting, and who asked who, you successfully found a way to escape in your dad's lab.

In there, you were surprised to find Natasha and Pepper talking about something that visibly concerned you because they stopped immediately when they saw you.

"Hey sweetheart. I thought you were already at work." Your mom said.

"Hi mom. Hi Natasha. I will go. I just wanted to talk with dad before." You said.

"He was tired from last night, so he should be sleeping right now." Pepper said, and you nodded.

"Okay, bye. I'll see you next week." You added before leaving.

"She looks desperate," Natasha said when you were out of earshot.

"She always was a daddy girl, she spent all her time with Tony. But he doesn't seem to approve of her relationship with your sister, so I think it's the best condition she could be in, actually." The blonde explained.

"But why didn't she tell him anything?"

"She wanted to, trust me. She just waited for the right time. They had planned to announce to you when they'd find a way to reunite you and Tony with them in privacy. But every time you were the three of you together, it was the time she was in San Francisco, and when she moved here, you were a little hostile towards her because your sister was mesmerized by her wife."

"Do you think I scared her?"

"Oh, don't worry, Natasha; she needs more than a shovel talk from an ex-assassin to be scared. But I think she's worried about not being enough for your sister."

You didn't find your dad, and you needed to leave for San Francisco this afternoon for a week; Yelena was out with Antonia and Selina. When you were ready to leave, you texted your wife and your father, even if you knew he wouldn't reply soon.

Two days later, you were with Hope and Cassie on the couch, talking about all that had happened since you left. "Wait, how did you want him to act when he just learned that her daughter got married to an ex-assassin?" Hope asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, come on, we all know she's not like that anymore." You said.

"Yeah, Softy Widow is totally different with you." Cassie said, and you looked at her confused.

"How do you know this nickname?" You asked.

"She came for a visit last month with Selina and Antonia, and they didn't stop to call her that." The young girl replied.

"You know she would kill you if you call her that in front of her." You replied playfully.

"Oh, come on, she loves me, I'm her best niece." She said with an amusing tone.

"You're technically her only niece," you said, and she rolled her eyes. "So, let's talk about something else. Like how my little Cassie is becoming a delinquent."

"Oh, come on. It was not bad." The young girl said and you chuckled.

"You miniaturized a police car. It's a little bad, but I'm not Scott, so, I'll let it slide." Hope said.

"You're a pretty bad mom, Hope." You said dramatically, and the girls laughed.

You spent the rest of the day talking and laughing with them, and Scott came a few hours later. You were grateful to see him, even if he was not the smartest of all of you, he was the one who always helped you with your family issues.

"Oh, it's a huge problem." Scott said, and you sighed. "I mean, I don't want to take his side, but honestly, if it were Cassie, I would act the same. Listen, you know how much he likes you, it's just a question of time. Let him process the changes and show him how Yelena could be a Softy Widow." he said, and you laughed.

"You really have a death wish in this family." You replied, and he smiled.

"I'm glad to see you smile. And don't worry, she already almost killed me the last time I called her like that, but she's not here." He said, and you laughed. "I have some ideas if you want me to help you," he added.

You were grateful for the time you spent with them; it was fun to see Scott come up with a few things you could do to make up with Tony. When you left at the end of the week, you were sad, but you promised to come with your wife the next time. When your flight landed in New York, you had already missed your time in San Francisco, but you were glad to see your favorite blonde again.

You texted your dad to let him know you were back, and you weren't surprised when he didn't reply. A little upset, you reached your car and started to drive to your home. The ride was pretty cool, and Friday told you that Yelena was required on an emergency mission. Okay, it was not really how you wanted to be greeted, but you knew how it was to be an avenger.

At a red light, you noticed a car that suspiciously followed you. It was not uncommon for some people to follow you when they knew that you were the daughter of Tony Stark. They usually just wanted a photo or to talk about business. At another red light, you took your phone and texted Pepper to let her know that you should be back a little later than expected. When the light turned green, you drove, but you didn’t see the same car speed up in your direction until it was too late.

On the other side of the state, the Avengers were coming back visibly exhausted by their mission when Friday alerted them:

"Mr. Stark, Mrs. Belova, you have an incoming call from Mrs. Pott." 

The Avengers exchanged curious looks.

"Take it." Tony said, and the AI did. "Hey Pepper, how are you?" He asked.

"Good, but I need you and Yelena to come here asap." She replied, and everybody was worried because of the little fear in her tone.

"What's happening?" Your father asked.

"It's Y/n. She got involved in a car crash." She successfully mumbled while she was sobbing.

"Where is she?" Yelena asked, clearly worried.

"In the hospital, I'll send you the address." Your mom said. After she sent them the address, the heroes didn't wait to come. 

Pepper was waiting for any information, while everyone burst into the hospital. She fell apart in the arms of your father before she tried to comfort your wife. They didn’t have time to sit until a doctor reached them.

“Mr. Stark, Mrs. Pott, I’m happy to see you. Did any of you know who Mrs. Belova is?” they asked.

“It’s me.” Yelena said, and it brought the attention of everybody.

The doctor nodded and gave her a little comforting smile. They took some steps away from the group before they told them about what happened to you and what they were doing in the operating room. After that, they joined the group, who were as worried as them.

“How is she?” Steve asked first.

“They almost finished the operation, so we need to wait.” Pepper informed them.

“But what happened?” Kate asked this time.

“Someone provoked an intentional accident, and she was obviously the target.” Yelena replied, and the group didn’t ask anything else. “She shouldn’t be here.” the blonde mumbled.

“Hey, it’s okay Yelena nobody couldn’t predict that.” Natasha said.

“No, that’s not what I mean. She shouldn’t have taken this trip to San Francisco if YOU’d decided to act like an adult and talk with her.” she said, pointing to Tony.

“What do you mean?” your father asked, visibly angry at your wife’s accusations.

“You know exactly what I mean. If you had taken the time to talk with her, she wouldn't have booked a flight for Hope’s support. If you’d act like a parent and didn’t use this mission to avoid the conversation, she would never take her car and never get here right now.” She explained. “I joined you because she wanted to make sure I could have somebody if something happened to me, but now, because of that, I couldn’t protect her.” Her tears started to fall on her cheeks.

Kate didn’t wait to lead Yelena to the nearest bathroom, leaving the team totally surprised and speechless. Natasha followed the two girls, but not before sending a terrifying glare at Tony. In the bathroom, Yelena was crying while the archer tried to comfort her, even though she knew it was impossible. A few minutes later, Natasha came with a water bottle.

“Hey, take this.” she said while handing the bottle to her little sister. The blonde took it but didn’t say anything. A few seconds passed before the older sister spoke again, “Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be alright.” 

“I know.” Yelena replied, “But I should be here; I promise to never let anything happen to her. If I didn’t go on this mission, we would be at home right now.”

“If you weren’t there, I could be the one here.” Kate said, and the blonde chuckled.

“You really need to learn how to fight Kate Bishop,” your wife said. She wanted to say something else when she received a text from Hope asking how you were. "Sorry, I need to call Hope.” she said before excusing herself.

A little over an hour later, the doctor came to tell them that the operation was successful, and they transferred you to a private bedroom. And that was where your father and your wife were—only the two of them because the other had plans for the rest of the day.

There was an awkward silence because of the earlier argument. Tony came back after a little trip to the vending machine, and he sat on the second chair near your bed. He took a deep breath, and the woman looked at him. “I’m sorry,” your father said.

“Excuse me?” The Russian asked; she was ready for another argument or sneaky comment, not an apology.

“I’m sorry for how I acted since last week. Hope told me everything you did for her and I thank you for that. I'm truly happy for you, it’s just that we used to tell everything and suddenly I learn that she’s married.” The billionaire said.

“Yeah it’s too much.” The blonde chuckled.

“Yeah that’s it…” 

“She wanted to wait for you but somewhere we knew that it may never happen so we did at the moment. But believe me, when I said I never regret this decision. She’s the love of my life, she’s the one who taught me to love properly since the Red Room and just for that I would give her my life even if she’s not ready to do that in return.” Yelena explained.

“We all know that I can give you anything for you, even my life.” You said, and the two of them looked at you. “Hey guys. How are you?” you said with a weak voice.

Tony called a doctor, and only a dew later a nurse and doctor were in your room doing some tests and asked you some questions to be sure everything was alright. They told you what happened and that they will keep you for three more days.  In the evening you were in your bed with Yelena cuddling with you because it’s been a while since you were able to see each other.

“So, with my dad? I hope you didn’t strangle him.” You joked.

“I was about to but I know how much you love him so I had to restrain myself.” she replied and you laughed. “I missed it.” she said softly.

“What?” you asked.

“Your laugh. Your smile. You. I miss you.” she replied, and you grinned.

“It’s only been a week, babe,” you said.

“I know, but it was a really long week. I had to support my sister and all her friends, and the pranks of Selina and Antonia.” she said, and you laughed.

“And what does my little drama queen need me to do to make up for this.” you cooed.

“Don’t do that again.” She replied, and you kissed her forehead.

“Okay, next time, I'll bring you with me." You said but she didn’t seem relieved.

“No, I meant don’t scare me like this, I thought I lost you. We both know I would not be able to live in a world without you.” She said, and with her tone, you were sure she was totally serious.

“Don’t worry, my love, I will always be with you no matter what.” You reassured her. “Now let’s sleep because tomorrow everyone will be here and they’ll not give us enough time to sleep.” you said, and she nodded.

“Good night, moya lyubov' (my love),” she said, and she kissed you.

“Good night, my love.” you replied.

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[infernalodie]

𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐆𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐩𝐭.𝟏) || 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚

“𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵“

Inspo: Kaleo - I Can’t Go on Without You

Pairing: Demon!Yelena Belova x Fem!reader

Summary: You never should take the word of a demon...

Warning: Angst and a little bit of heat.

Part Two

Words: 1939

Yelena didn’t consider herself a creature that backed down from a challenge. With her fellow siblings, they always looked at her less. Being the weakest and youngest, Yelena had no choice but to fight for what she had. And her father Asmodeus didn’t make it any easier for her. Continuing to place more obstacles in her path that do nothing but tire her out. She didn’t know if she was being tested or if this was some sort of torture. What she did know is that travelling up to Earth always comforted her. Primarily because you were always there.

Her wings flapped as she slowly descended to the balcony of a flat in the center of London. Seeing one of your lamps with the flashing lights of a TV. So, ever so softly, her feet touched down with her wings folding in so she could step through the open glass door. Eyes glancing at the TV before at the couch where you slept soundly.

Slowly, she stepped towards you. Humming at the sight of your pure innocence. It was adorable how something like you could be so innocent after doing such sinful things to yourself. Her grandfather shouldn’t let you up past the pearly gates, but you stayed clean when you were anything other than that. No matter how holy the water may be or useless the words of a priest could be, there was nothing that could change what you were.

Her personal toy.

“Hello, Kukla.” Her red fingers ran up the blanket. Each follicle of fluff tickled the tips until she reached the hem. Pulling it down slowly and revealing nothing less than your naked frame. Proving her point exactly.

Her tongue poked against the inside of her cheek as her claws slowly brushed across your fragile flesh. Exhaling shakily when seeing you stir and roll onto your back. Revealing your hardened nipples and skin rippling with goosebumps. Hair slightly astray with a few of your bangs hanging in front of your eyes. Plump lips parted with soft snores slipping past.

Now, it may be bad, but Yelena had never actually talked to you. In fact, you had never even seen her before. Yelena had been watching you for almost a year and seeing everything you did whenever she came up from Hell. She had nearly messed up a few times with you seeing her, but you never caught on. And she knew Natasha would tell her to not bother with humans unless it was for a deal. Or Steve warning her of the repercussions of being discovered by humans. All the simple shit that likely didn’t need to be explained to her. But she was going to have to take a risk and deal with the rest of the shit later.

So, with very little thought, Yelena launched herself at you. Straddling your waist and wrapping one hand around your throat with the other covering your mouth. Your eyes were wide and a muffled scream fell from your lips as you stared up at the creature above you. Her lips curled into a large smile with her razor-sharp teeth being displayed. Her eyes were cat-like and glowing a vivid red with her skin a constant crimson to match it. Horns growing out the top of her skull and curving towards you. Tips sharp and barely nipping your cheeks.

“Shall we be going, detka?” Her tone was as bright as her smile as she pressed down onto your head and you felt your body sink through the cushioning and the couch. Soon hearing the wind howl in your ears as your screams fill the open space. The cool air soon turns to a lukewarm with sweat beginning to seep through your pores.

But your gaze stayed attached to the demon above you. Her entire expression was wicked and some sort of mischief was being concocted in her head.

Before you knew it, the speed of your descent had slowed and soon your naked body was laying on silk blankets and your head resting on a pillow. Chest rising and falling as the demon stayed straddling your waist with her hands holding your sides. “Names Yelena, sweety. But you can call me anything you like-” As she leant down, ready to kiss your neck, you finally reacted by pushing her off.

A wicked and sound laugh cut through the air as you scrambled off the bed for your feet to meet cold stone. Arms and hands rapidly try to cover your chest and the heat between your legs. Backing away from the demon that stood to her feet with a grin, who was now in a normal human form. Sweeping her blonde locks out of her face as she approached you. “I always loved the idea of you being feisty. Shall we test this in bed?”

“What and who the fuck are you? Am I fucking dead?” You yelled, eyes still as wide as saucers with your brain trying to comprehend what was happening to you. But the truth was that this demon had brought you down to hell with you having no way back to your normal life. Safe to say your brain could comprehend or could accept that obvious fact.

Yelena smiled, sitting down on the bed with her legs crossed. A very thin and flimsy piece of fabric wrapped around her waist that just barely covered her own heat that was practically soaked with the multiple thoughts of what she was going to do to you now. “Well, you’re in hell, medovyy,” she replied. “I am one of the demons down here, along with my many siblings. For your last question; keep your mouth shut and you’ll be fine.”

The comment made you look at the demon incredulously. “Are you seriously telling me to keep my mouth shut?

“Yes, I am.”

“Fuck you! I’m not listening to you, motherfucker!”

The response you received from Yelena was her wings opening up and her standing to her feet. Eyes sharping their glare as you backed up to the edge of what you guessed was her room. Hitting a stone railing that was a long fall down to a lava pit where the distant screams of the damned could be heard.

“I suggest changing your song or else I am going to take your vocal cords,” she warned. “I brought you here for me. Nothing on Earth was waiting for you and I sure as hell am sick of waiting to get what I rightfully deserve.”

She’d closed the space, leaving barely an inch between you and her. In your red-hot rage and confusion, you had only now noticed her chest that was bare to you. Her nipples were a dark red compared to her once crimson flesh. Making your cheeks heat up and surprisingly push her back. The action took Yelena by surprise as well as her lips parted.

When she started on her way to Earth only an hour ago, she was thinking you would submit willingly. Hell, maybe you would be more pliable knowing there was some sort of higher power over you. You could worship her. But now finally talking to you for the first time, she was quickly getting the idea that you were nothing short of stubborn and a loudmouth. Something she would have to try and fix quickly.

Blinking a few times, you clenched your jaw and made eye contact with the demon. Attempting to keep your eyes connected with her gaze other than her breasts that you wouldn’t mind giving your love and attention right now. “Listen here, you bitch! Whatever you want with me, you aren’t getting-”

“How about a deal, hmm?” Yelena’s switch of her tone was off-putting from her rather upbeat and mischievous. It was serious now and the timbre of it was nothing less than relaxing. “You can return to Earth and live out your miserable life-”

“Not miserable.” You corrected.

“It’s miserable compared to being down here,” Yelena protested. “You could be a queen in our realm, Y/n. Think about it.”

The first mention of your name falling from her lips was something vivid. A shot of adrenaline flooded your system as you tried your best to keep your mind focused on what she was saying. The image she was trying to illustrate for you, although you knew you would shoot her down.

You, a queen. Leading or ruling over a realm you had no idea what the purpose of it would be with Yelena by your side. Someone/something you didn’t even know for more than a day. The idea of it sounded nice, in a fucking book. But this was your life and you weren’t about to give it to Hell.

Sniffling, you looked at the demon. “Just continue talking about this deal.”

Yelena sighed, shoulders slouching in defeat as she sat back down on the bed. “You can live out your life. But whenever I want you, you will submit willingly and come to me.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “That simple? What’s the catch?”

She raised her hands in surrender with a laugh. “If there is one thing you should know about me Y/n, it’s the fact that I never trick on these deals. I give you everything that is within the deal. Nothing more and nothing less,” she said proudly. “Now, we must have sex to complete the deal-”

“Shut the fuck up!”

What sounded like the first genuine laugh to fall from Yelena’s lips made your heart warm. Unable to hide the smile from your own lips as Yelena’s face scrunched up as she giggled in amusement. Ok, maybe you could deal with this. Just a little bit of sex? Not that bad considering you were shamelessly checking this demon out.

Sighing, your arms crossed over your chest, covering your breasts. “That’s the entire deal?” You inquired.

Yelena placed a hand over her chest with a smile. “I give you my word.”

Inhaling deeply, you watched the demon extend her hand out with a warm smile. You hesitantly took it and before you could respond, she yanked you forward and kissed you. Her lips were warm and hot with her soaked tongue pushing past your pink lips. Unable to see the signs Yelena’s fingers made, creating a sign in the center of your pelvis.

But after parting, you felt the faint stinging on your stomach. Looking down and seeing a black tattoo cover your flesh. “It is a binding to our deal. When it is fulfilled, it will disappear.”

You hummed, inhaling deeply and looking up at the demon. “Alright, take me home.”

You stared at the demon as she sucked on her gums and let out a slow laugh. Standing to her feet and walking around the bed as you followed her with your gaze. “Yelena? What the fuck did you do?”

“Nothing. This is our deal.” She answered with an extension of her arms motioning around the two of you.

A soft laugh escaped you as you shook your head. Feeling your heart begin to elevate in beat as your worst fears were coming true. But the only thing you could think was the fact that you never should’ve trusted a demon. “No. No, no, no. I-I wanna go home,” you said. “Our deal was I get to go to Earth.”

“You are home, Y/n. Although I allowed you to live out your days, you live your days down here, with me.” Closing the space, her hand cupped your jaw roughly with her teeth baring with a deep growl filling the air.

“Now, submit.”

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[rxmqnova]

Yelena, talking about Y/N: Is this a friend of yours, Natasha?

Natasha: Kind of? Not really. She's in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

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i would do anything for you to love me

(song: american hero - rainbow kitten surprises // natasha x fem reader)

summary - you have an obvious crush on natasha, and consistently do little things that prove so. though, she’s a grump who doesn’t know how to respond to your advances. this ultimately leads to her hurting your feelings.

warnings: mean nat, grumpy natasha, y/n is too sweet for her own good. a bit angsty but fluffy ending

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“hey nat!” you exclaim, and natasha nearly drops her coffee mug due to the sound of your high pitched voice. natasha turns to glare at you, “how many times do i have to tell you not to call me that?" she snaps, and your shoulders deflate a bit. “sorry, natasha! i just wanted to see if you were alright. you came back from that mission yesterday and you didn’t even have dinner...” you say, and natasha turns her head to keep her back towards you. “i’m fine.” it was an obvious lie, but natasha didn’t know that you knew that.

you merely nod, “okay, nat— natasha. i just brought you some of those banana and nutella crepe’s you like from that place downtown. here.” you reveal, as you place the to-go box on the counter that the redhead was leaning on. “thanks.” natasha mutters, and you smile widely at the small moment of politeness. natasha turns her head to see you smiling like an idiot, and her scowl returns as something unwanted in her stomach flutters. “is that all you wanted?” natasha asks a bit harshly, and your smile falters. “oh, yeah! sorry! i’ll leave you alone now!” you promise as you scurry away, leaving natasha alone. at least she thought she was alone.

“god, you’re such a cunt.” yelena murmurs, half asleep as she walks into the kitchen of the compound. natasha glares at her younger sister, “well good morning to you too.” natasha hisses, and yelena rolls her eyes as she reaches for a clean mug. yelena doesn’t say anything else to the redhead as she pours herself a cup of fresh coffee. "what has you in such a crap mood?” natasha asks, evidently annoyed. “nothing. i just figured we were all being asshole’s today, considering how you just behaved with y/n.” yelena’s response causes natasha to scoff. “oh please, i’m always like that with her. she’s like, borderline obsessed with me. nothing i say bothers her.” the older woman explains with a careless shrug, and yelena blinks at her sister in disbelief.

“she has a crush on you, идиот (idiot). god forbid somebody actually cares about you.” yelena whispers with a hiss in order to keep herself from snapping at her sister. natasha rolls her eyes, “i don’t want her to care about me. i don’t care about her at all. the sooner she realizes that, the better.” natasha simplifies, and shakes her head in dismay, before scoffing. ”you don’t deserve her anyways.” yelena mutters as she reaches for the to-go box that was originally for natasha. natasha glares, “that’s mine—” “you don’t deserve it.” yelena cuts in with a snarky tone, before she takes the crepes and coffee back to her room, leaving natasha alone.

natasha throws her coffee out into the sink, by now it's gone dog-nose cold. she tries to continue on with her day after that, though her thoughts of you, and the amount of unnecessarily sweet things you do for her, circulate through her mind. the way you leave files on her desk with cute little sticky notes. you bring her lunch or dinner up to her room, whenever she’s too mentally exhausted to join the team in the kitchen. you even bring her a protein shake after her practices and training sessions. natasha doesn’t remember telling you her favorite flavor protein shake, but you somehow know it’s peanut butter and chocolate.

the next morning natasha wakes up, and the kitchen is abnormally empty. she opens the cabinet, hoping someone bought new coffee so she wouldn’t have to. low and behold, there was a weeks worth of coffee in the cabinet with a sticky note and your handwriting on it.

“hey natasha! i’m going out of town for a week but i restocked the place with your favorite things! — y/n.”

natasha reaches for the note, and frowns. out of town? you didn’t mention a vacation to her. then again, she hadn’t really been in a talking mood yesterday. she never really was. “morning natasha. oh sweet!! someone bought coffee!” bucky exclaims as he reaches for the new tub of coffee beans. natasha stuffs the note in her pocket, “hey, where’s y/n?” natasha asks, and bucky furrows his brows. “she went out of town to visit her family for a week. i thought she told everyone about it the other day?” bucky questions, and natasha thinks back to a few days ago.

“hey nat!” you exclaim, your bubbly voice filling the gym as you bounce in. natasha scowls at the sight of you, “what do you want?” she asks, sounding harsher than usual. “oh, i was just looking for you to tell you something! i brought your shake!” you admit as you hand her the protein shake. “look, y/n, whatever you have to say, save it. i’m not in the mood today.” she snaps, and you frown. “o-oh okay. sorry nat i—”

“and my name is natasha!” she raises her voice and you flinch a bit. a wave a of guilt washes over her for a second, but she keeps her arms crossed and a glare on her face. “sorry natasha.” you mumble before walking out, and leaving natasha to train. “wow.” wanda chirps in, and natasha looks over at the other redhead. “what?” natasha asks angrily, “she just wanted to give you a shake and have a conversation.” wanda points out, and natasha rolls her eyes. “i don’t want to talk to her. and i didn’t ask her to make me a shake. i never ask her for anything. you’d think she’d take the hint and stop already.” natasha grumbles, and wanda nods. “well, maybe one day she will. i do think you’ll miss the actions more than she will though. so be careful what you wish for.” wanda warns, and natasha waves her off with narrowed her eyes as shoves her earbuds in and takes a big chug of her shake. it’s peanut butter and chocolate. her favorite.

“i guess she forgot to tell me.” natasha mutters, and bucky nods. “well, she’ll be back on sunday night.” he assures her as he opens the fridge. “oh sweet, there’s new bacon!!” he exclaims in a giddy tone, and natasha swallows thickly. you’re not here and you still did something for her.

natasha feels your absence throughout the day. it’s as if the compound is dimmer, and lacking any life. nobody brings natasha her shake, and she had to make it herself; though it doesn’t taste as good as when you make it. natasha always uses too much peanut butter. the rest of natasha’s day is no better. she doesn’t join the team for dinner, and she isn’t greeted by the sound of your soft knocks and a plate of her favorite foods.

natasha’s entire week without you is unexpectedly hell. for some reason, you seem to be the only person who seeks natasha out. you know when she’s having a bad day, you know when she’s had a terrible mission, you even know when she’s in a good mood. natasha doesn’t understand how you know all these things about her, she’s never once bothered to open up to you. it makes her feel a surge of guilt as she recalls all the times you’d try to talk to her, and she’d turn you down. she wishes she understood why she suddenly felt so weak without you. why her days dragged on when she didn’t hear the sound of your voice.

you return on sunday night, and as soon as natasha sees you, she knows somethings wrong. you smile at her, but you don’t greet her with your usual “hey nat!”. you drag your bags up to your room, and without a word you don’t come out until the morning. natasha doesn’t sleep that night; you’ve been gone for a week, and you didn’t even bother to say hello to her. why? you’re in the kitchen the next morning, chatting with yelena, “hey natasha.” you greet her with a soft smile. she doesn’t enjoy the way her full name sounds rolling off your tongue, despite how many times she demanded it.

“morning.” she greets back, eyeing you for a moment before shuffling passed bucky and thor to the coffee machine. natasha makes herself a cup of coffee, and can’t help but listen to you and yelena quietly talk about some show yelena’s watching. she doesn’t understand why it bothers her that you’re talking to someone else and not her. it’s what she wanted isn’t it? to be left alone by you. natasha huffs, and is out of the kitchen as soon as her mug is full of piping hot coffee.

today you don’t bring natasha a shake, and you don’t go out of your way to see or talk to her. natasha is in a grumpier mood than usual because of it. she hopes this is just a momentary thing. maybe you’re just taking it out on her for the way she acted before you left. you’ll be back to normal again by tomorrow. right? natasha doesn’t know why she's hoping that’s the case.

that definitely isn’t the case. the next three days pass and you barely say a word to natasha. you still smile at her, but the shine in your eyes seems to have disappeared. natasha has a haunting realization that you may have realized what yelena has been saying all along; you deserve better. better than natasha and her complex moods. better than the way she treats you. better than her and her need to push away anyone who truly cares about her.

natasha hasn’t been to dinner with the team for two weeks now, and you haven’t once brought her a plate. something about the sudden distance makes natasha inexplicably angry. your cheerfulness in your voice is gone whenever speaking to her, and she can’t figure out why your smile doesn’t reach your eyes like it did before. it takes two and a half weeks of this for natasha to get fed up and finally do something about it. she finds you on the treadmill in the gym alone, getting your cardio in.

this time, natasha tries a different approach. she brings you a protein shake. “hey. this is for you.” natasha says bluntly, and it causes your running to falter as you stop the electric machine and face natasha. she’s holding out a chocolate shake, and you eye it carefully. “i swear i didn’t poison it.” she promises, and you raise your eyebrows. “did— did you make it? for me?” you ask a bit uncertainly. natasha’s brows are scrunched together, and she scoffs.

“well, i don’t see anyone else in here do you?” she asks impatiently, still holding the protein shake. you gladly take it, and a small smile tugs at your lips. “thanks natasha.” you thank her, before taking a sip. it has way too much chocolate in it, but you don’t mind. the gesture is undoubtedly sweet. natasha stands there for a moment, and you blink up at her. “it’s good.” you obviously lie politely in order to spare her feelings, and natasha rolls her eyes. “you make them better than i do.” she grunts out, making your smile widen.

for some reason the curve on your lips makes natasha’s chest flutter. she clears her throat, “i’m uh— i’m sorry if i scared you off. i don’t take to kindness too well... your little acts of genuine kindness scared me. it wasn’t my intention to be such a jerk to you.” natasha apologizes, refusing to meet your eyes. you’re a bit surprised by the unexpected apology, and you shake your head quickly. “you didn’t!” you respond without thinking, “you didn’t scare me off... the truth is it’s been a tough few weeks for me. i’m not very close with my parents and whenever i visit, a fight always breaks out. it wasn’t my intention to make you think i was shutting you out, i’ve just been a little sad since going back home.” you promise, and her eyes widen.

“wait, so you... you aren’t angry with the way i’ve been treating you?” she asks and you shrug. “sure, sometimes you hurt my feelings, but sometimes i can see in your eyes how much you’re hurting. you deserve kindness, natasha. even if you don’t know how to accept it.” your voice is sincere, and natasha’s heart feels like it’s being squeezed so tightly it might pop. something inside of her snaps and she doesn’t even feel the tears brimming in her eyes. your eyes almost widen at the sight of her tears, “why? why are you so nice to me all the time?” natasha asks in a frustrated manner. why is it impossible to hate you? why doesn’t she want to?

“because i know what it feels like when the world hasn’t been kind. like i said, you deserve kindness, natasha.” you iterate, and the redhead lets her chest rise and fall before saying “yo-you can call me nat.” the smile you give her makes it feel like someone lit a match in her belly.

after that, there’s quite a difference in your friendship with natasha; if you could even call it a friendship. the two of you were nearly always together; during breakfast, during training sessions. on late nights doing paperwork, you’d keep natasha company, and she didn’t mind. it goes on like this for a few months, the subtle flirting, light touches, and longing looks. everyone on the team notices, including you both. the problem is, neither of you are brave enough to make the first move.

until you’re both put on a mission with peter and steve. it’s supposed to be an easy mission; peter and steve infiltrate the building across town with the databases and broadcasts, while natasha sets up a bomb in the secret hydra location downtown. except, it’s two minutes passed the time natasha’s supposed to have came out, and she still isn’t here. “steve— don’t start the bomb, nat’s not here yet.” you order, “what? *static* — do you mean— *static* —ot there?” steve’s mics chooses the worst time to start cutting out.

“rogers, stop the plan i’m going in for nat!” you say, and the mic goes silent. “steve?” you ask, but you don't get a response. within a moment a loud explosion sounds throughout the building, and your eyes go wide as the blood goes straight to your ears. you don’t even think twice before rushing out of the van, and running into the building. your eyes dart around, and you find the stairway right way. you go downstairs to where natasha’s supposed to be, and your eyes widen as you see she’s pretty busy fighting off three guys.

you rush over and pry one guy away from her, punching him square in the nose, then kicking him in the crotch. natasha uses one of her widow bites to tase the man, and she doesn’t notice you pulled your gun out until she hears the first shot. she looks over and sees the large man slump forward, and you don’t hesitate to shoot the other right between the eyes. natasha has never seen you use a gun before, and it causes her mouth to go dry for a moment.

you look at her, acting on complete instinct, as you grab her wrist and pull her for the nearest exit. not even a second after you push her out of the building, and stumble on top of her, the building collapses. surely leaving no survivors on the inside. you let out a silent breath of relief, nearly forgetting you’re literally on top of natasha romanoff. natasha pushes you off, glaring at you, “are you out of your fucking mind?!” the redhead shouts, and you frown up at her, propping yourself up on your wrists as she stands up. “why are you yelling at me!?” you ask loudly, your ears still ringing from the explosion.

“because you’re an idiot! you were supposed to follow orders and wait in the van!” natasha looks like shes seething, clenching her fists as she glowers at you. the police sirens snap you guys out of your feud, as you stand up. “get back in the van.” you order, and she scoffs as she follows you back into the van. as soon as you're both in, you speed away from the scene.

“rogers? parker? are you there?” natasha asks, as she uses the emergency walkie. “we’re here, natasha. where y/n? she was trying to tell me something before we got cut out.” steve says over the walkie talkie, and you look over your shoulder, “nothing. it doesn’t matter now.” you say, and natasha glares at you. “doesn’t matter?! you could’ve died! she completely went off orders and ran into the building, rogers.” natasha throws you under the bus and your eyes widen. “what?? y/n, you were supposed to wait in the van!” he reminds and you huff in frustration, hands gripping the steering wheel as you drive back to the compound.

“we’ll talk about this when we meet back at the compound.” steve adds, and your shoulder slouch a bit. you know you’re in for it. when you get to the compound, natasha completely ignores you as she practically stomps to the elevator. you sigh as you watch you her walk away. “y/n, your bleeding.” steve points out, as he gestures to your shoulder. “i think one of the guys i was fighting had a knife or something? it’s just a slash.” you assure him, and peter shakes his head. “that’s a pretty deep slash.” he mutters and steve flashes him a look, “that’s because it’s not a slash. it’s a gash. you need to get to medbay and get that stitched up.” he orders and you want to protest, but the stern look on his face advises you not to.

“yes sir.” you reply as you walk away with your head down. you aren’t upset that steve is disappointed, you’re more upset that natasha is angry at you for saving her. did she really expect you to just sit back and wait for her to die in an explosion? did she really think you weren’t going to go in there for her? your thoughts whirl around your head the entire way to medbay. you don’t mean to be so sensitive, but you can’t help but feel hurt as you realize natasha is angry with you. you don’t like it when natasha is upset with you.

“hey steve, where’s y/n?” yelena asks, sitting on the edge of the countertop as natasha rummages through the fridge for a beer. “medbay. she has a gash in her shoulder that needs stitches.” he admits and natasha knocks over the tub of juice as she practically pulls her head out of the fridge. “she got hurt?” the redhead asks demandingly, and peter shakes her head. “it’s not that bad, it’s just a cut.” he reassures the widow, and natasha slams the fridge shut.

“just a cut? a cut she didn’t even mention— oh i’m gonna kill her!” natasha hisses and the team hears her heavy footsteps as she angrily makes her way to the elevator. “natasha.” steve calls out, keeping his voice calm. she spins around, “what?!” she asks harshly, and he flashes her a look. “go easy on her. i don’t know why she went against my orders, but she sounded frantic before the mic cut off. whatever it was, i’m sure it was worth it to her.” he says, and natasha blinks a few times, the anger slowly leaving her body. you ran into that building for her. if you two would’ve left a second later, you’d both be dead.

natasha doesn’t respond; she swallows thickly, and makes her way to the elevator. the entire way to the medbay she thinks about how mean she was, after you quite literally put your life at risk for her. she also thinks about how sexy you looked while firing a gun. the beep of the elevator brings natasha out of her thoughts as she steps out, and she can already hear you and bruce going back and fourth. “come on, just tell me if it’s green.” you beg and he flashes you a stringent expression. “i’m not going to tell you if hulk’s junk is green!” he scolds, sounding extremely irritated and embarrassed while he attempts to keep still. he was nearly halfway through with your stitches, but you weren't helping by squirming every other minute.

natasha chuckles, causing you both to look over at where she was standing, leaning against the doorway. “you know, i always wondered that too.” she reveals, and bruce rolls his eyes. “oh great, now you’re both here. it’s bad enough i have to listen to this one’s way too personal questions, now i have to make sure these stitches are perfect.” bruce mutters, and natasha smirks, “better make sure you do a great job, banner. and try not to hurt her." natasha says protectively. you blush obviously, and bruce rolls his eyes as he continues.

you glance over at natasha who’s staring intently at the wound on your shoulder. “are you still pissed at me?” you ask, pulling her out of her thoughts and back to reality. she meets your gaze, and she shrugs. “only when i look at you.” she blurts out, and you frown, you shift and bruce glares at you causing you to halt your movements. “did you really come all the way here to tell me you’re still pissed?” you question, narrowing your eyes at the redhead. she crosses her arms tightly, turning her head to the side so she doesn’t have to meet your eyes.

when she doesn’t respond you scoff, turning your own head so you wouldn’t have to look at her anymore either. natasha glances at you every couple of minutes until bruce is done, but you keep your sight locked on the wall beside you. “alright, i’ll give you some antibiotic cream for it, you know the drill. come back next week so i can take the stitches out.” he explains adamantly, and you do a poor imitation of a salute. “sir yes sir.” you joke, making him shake his head, but there’s a faint smile tugging at his lips. “don’t make this a habit, y/n/n.” he adds, and natasha’s piercing eyes snap over to you both. “she won’t.” the redhead answers for you, and you flash bruce a look. “you heard her.” you state, and bruce nods as he makes his way out.

he leaves you and natasha alone, and a silence washes over you both. you gnaw on your bottom lip as you glance at her, before your eyes begin to dart around the room. your kicking your right leg back and fourth in anticipation, mentally preparing yourself to get yelled at or scolded (or both) by natasha. “what you did was seriously stupid. you do get that right? you could’ve died.” the taller woman scolds, but her tone isn’t as harsh as before. you narrow your eyes at her, “you could’ve died! if i hadn’t gone in there... you... you wouldn’t be here right now.” the haunting realization hits you as the words leave your mouth. tears brim your eyes as you clench your fists, “i don’t care if you’re angry! i’d do it again in a heartbeat!” you snap, and natasha looks taken back at the confession. as if the thought of you risking your life for her was so far fetched. as if you don’t think about her every morning and every night. as if her rare smile doesn’t make your day. as if she isn't the only consistent thought running through your chaotic mind all damn day.

“i have been nothing but an asshole to you! do you see that or are you blind?? why would you want to risk your life for someone like me?!” natasha yells back, her nostrils flaring as she crosses her arms, unknowingly flexing her bicep muscles. you have to remind yourself not to ogle her. your fingernails dig into your palms, nearly drawing blood as a few tears leave your eyes. “because you’re not just a fucking asshole, natasha! you’re a person! you’re a great person, and i don’t care how self deprecating you are, you deserve to live! and i— i wouldn’t be able to if you weren’t around... okay?” your voice breaking towards the end as tears fall out of her eyes rapidly.

natasha’s demeanor changes, as her arms fall to her sides, and her jaw unclenches. “what do you mean?” she asks, and you scoff as you turn your head to look at the wall. “please don’t pretend like you don’t know.” you whisper in a pleading tone, and natasha stares at you with those intense emerald eyes. “pretend i don’t know what, y/n?” natasha questions again, this time her tone is more demanding. you look at her, your eyes full of emotions. she’s never seen you so passionately upset, “pretend that you don’t know i’m hopelessly in love with you!” you hiss, balling your fists as you look at her while you cry.

natasha’s eyes nearly widen at the confession, and she stares at you as if she can see right through you. you sigh, shaking your head and wiping your tears away with your palms, “i know you could never love me, and maybe that’s why you don’t understand why i couldn’t just sit back today and let... let you get hurt. i had to go in there, and i would do it again. no matter the outcome.” you iterate certainly, and natasha is looking at you with an unreadable expression. “you’re wrong.” natasha mutters, and you roll your eyes. “if you’re about to gaslight me into thinking i don’t love you, you can just go, nat. i’ve had a long day.” you say in a exhausted tone.

natasha grits her teeth, “you had a long day?! i just almost watched the woman i love get blown up because of me!” natasha shouts, and her hand clamps over her mouth as soon as the words leave her mouth. your eyebrows nearly meet your hairline as soon as you hear those words. “the— the woman you love...? you love me?” you ask, your tone laced with a bit of disbelief and giddiness as your eyes flutter up to meet hers. she takes a step backwards, shaking her head, “n-no i didn’t— i didn’t say that. you misheard.” she says simply, and you grin, finally the air is light again. you giggle despite your tears, “no, i’m pretty sure i heard correctly. i’m also pretty sure there’s high tech cameras in this room, i’ll just ask FRIDAY to run the video.” you shrug and she narrows her eyes at you. “you can, but then you’ll be disappointed because i didn’t say love.” she insists, lying right through her teeth.

“it’s too late for take backs, nat.” you flash her a feline smile, and she scoffs. “there’s nothing to take back!” she defends herself adamantly, and you frown. “oh... okay.” you feign disappointment, pretending to actually feel hurt. she rolls her eyes, crossing her arms again, “god, you’re such a baby. i can’t believe i’m in love with someone who acts like a child.” she murmurs, and your eyes light up. “you’re in love with me?!” you ask, and she looks up at the ceiling. “you keep mishearing things, y/n. you sure that bomb didn't affect your ears?" she plays dumb.

you groan in mock frustration, “naaat.” you drag out her name whiningly, and she can’t help but grin. “fine. maybe i said it. once or twice.” she murmurs finally giving in, and your face breaks out into a gigantic smile. “i knew it! i knew you loved me!” you exclaim as you throw your arms around her neck and pull her in for a hug as you stay seated on the small bed. she rolls her eyes, but eventually hugs back. “can i have a kiss now?! please?” you ask hopefully, and natasha sighs, rolling her eyes as she pretends to be annoyed.

she pulls away, and before you can say anything else, she’s cupping your jaw with one of her strong hands and leaning down to kiss you. your heart is on the brinks of exploding, and you have no idea where to put your hands, but they instinctively land on her waist while you kiss back. suddenly every dismal emotion you've felt today dissipates, and all you can feel is a burst of warm joy. when she pulls away there's this soft smile on her face, and her eyes are full of love. "totally worth almost dying." you whisper, and she rolls her eyes playfully as she leans in and kisses you again.

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