#c: yelena

[caroldantops]

starving

ship: yelena belova x reader; other black widows x reader (briefly)

summary/request: life as an omega in the red room is pretty good, all things considered. they only get better when yelena starts taking a liking to you. for @scarlettwlw; inspired by widow au.

word count: 5.2k

warnings: smut (18+), silly omegaverse worldbuilding, alpha!yelena, omega!reader, heavy pet play - omegas are pets to the widows, themes of human trafficking in the same vein as black widow, black widow gangbang, knotted strap ons, breeding kink, medfet, yelena is implied demiromantic/sexual bc thats my preferred yelena hc ❤️

a/n: a gift for britt several months in the making! this is specifically catered for her and her alone and u all just happen to get to read it so be thankful. also special shoutout to @foggyxrayspecs's extension of widow au bc it also helped inspire this universe ❤️

masterlist | ao3 link

A sudden wave of light stirs you awake, blinking your eyes sleepily at the heavy door that just swung open. You poke your nose through the bars of your cage, straining to see which of the Black Widows was greeting you this morning. The echoing thud of leather boots rouses the others awake, and you hear the jangling of collars harmonizing with whines and yips. 

“Now, now,” the Widow is still out of view, but you perk up at the voice. You press your face as hard as you can into the bars, cheeks squishing against them so you can see her better. “Calm down, omegas. It’s much too early to get this riled up.” 

Yelena Belova. Second-in-command of the Black Widows, taking orders only from her sister, Natasha. After Dreykov’s demise and the liberation of the Widows from his control, they all had a decision to make: disband the Black Widows for good or rebuild it into something of their own. 

Perhaps in another universe, one where the Widows haven’t created a pack of their own, they would have tried to lead normal lives. But this was the only family they’ve known for so many years, and they were determined to make the best of it. 

That left them with the big question of what to do about the omegas. The Widows who were sent into the field to do dirty work were all highly-engineered alphas, some of the most aggressive any normal person would ever see. Naturally to keep them placated during rut time, groups of omegas were brought in and beaten down into pets in the same way the alphas were built up to be killers. 

Natasha and Yelena knew that the omegas could never live on their own, and they feared what monsters would offer to take you all in as well. So, they made a vow to keep them safe. 

It didn’t hurt that this option still allowed the Widows easy access to omegas in heat. 

Yelena presses the button on the wall that opens all of the cages, and almost immediately, she’s swarmed by them. She laughs, giving everyone plenty of pats as she tries to wade through the dozens of bodies without stepping on anyone. 

“Watch your fingers, little ones, don’t want to have to send anyone to the Lerato first thing in the morning.” 

The omegas all pant and yip, nudging at Yelena in their eagerness to be let out for the day. You trail behind as she opens the door again, watching as all your packmates flood out to greet the handful of Widows standing outside the kennel door. 

You’re granted a fair amount of freedom to roam the headquarters, so long as an alpha was in sight to keep you out of too much trouble. Though the alphas here never fully committed to a mate (with few exceptions) due to the nature of their training and tampering with their instincts from the scientists of the Red Room, the alphas and omegas had favorites and tended to stick with them. 

All of the omegas tended to like Yelena, but none have caught her attention yet. It was only recently that she started taking more responsibilities with them, stepping back a little from the boring strategizing duties that her sister had been thrusting upon her over the past few years. 

Now that they were at a point where the dust from Dreykov’s rule finally settled, Natasha was more comfortable letting Yelena ease away from that role to take on field work again - Melina even offered to help keep things in check in addition to being one of the doctors keeping the omegas regulated. 

As per your morning routine, the alphas led all the omegas to the yard to do their business and get some fresh air. You decide to follow Yelena today, eager to make friends with her now that she’s around more. 

“Oh, are you going to be my little shadow today?” Yelena asks you, squatting down to ruffle your hair. You give her a happy boof, sticking right on her heels as she leads you outside. 

The Russian air chills even the most prepared person to the bone, so this is the only time you see any clothes on your fellow omegas. Yelena shoved you into a huge knit sweater and struggled to get you into sweatpants with how much you were wiggling. 

“If she’s moving too much Belova, just make her go out without it,” one of the meaner Widows, Ingrid, says as she puts a hoodie on a very shy omega who sits so still that she might as well be frozen. 

“No, I don’t want to punish her with frostbite just for wiggling. She’s just excited,” Yelena sighs as you finally stick your leg in the right place. “See? I can handle her.”

“Suit yourself,” Ingrid shrugs. “Take it from someone who’s actually been handling them, though. You can’t be so soft on them all the time. They get spoiled.” 

“Nothing wrong with a little spoiling!” Yelena looks up at Ana, who’s cradling a blanket wrapped omega in her arms. “Don’t listen to her, Yelena.”

You whip your head back and forth as Ana and Ingrid argue, until Yelena tugs gently on your collar. “C’mon, let’s get out while we can.” 

Outside, Yelena sits back and watches you as you tussle with the others, cringing as one of them bites your nice sweater and stretches the material. You growl at them, shoving them with your shoulder and rolling them onto their back. 

“Guess you didn’t get the memo about not putting any clothes you care about on the omegas, hm?” Lerato sits down next to Yelena and the omega that was following her curls up around her legs to steal her warmth. Not many omegas tended to follow her around, despite being one of the kindest alphas, because she was also the one who usually performed your routine examinations. 

“No one cared to tell me,” Yelena huffs dramatically. “That was a sweater I got in New York, too.” 

“Guess you’ll have to get that new friend of yours to send you another,” she hums, scratching the omega behind their ears. “You’re good with them though. A natural.” 

“Thanks,” Yelena smiles as her eyes meet yours. You trot over with something in your mouth, the arms of the sweater snagging under your hands as you crawl. “A gift for me?” 

You drop the maimed stuffed animal in her lap. Yelena picks it up and tries to decipher what it used to be, but with all the stuffing scattered across the yard and with most of the fur in shreds, it looks more like roadkill than a fluffy companion. 

“Did you eat this or did someone kill your toy?” Yelena asks you. You grab it from her with your teeth and start shaking it aggressively. Lerato’s omega watches you with fascination. “Ah, I see. You’re a big strong pup, aren’t you? A natural born killer.” 

You bare your teeth at her, your sharpened canines peeking over the matted fur of the toy. Yelena playfully bares her teeth back, her own fangs looking much deadlier than yours. For the omegas, having your canines sharpened is purely for show; but you wonder how many throats Yelena has sunk her teeth into. Your body shivers at the thought of her teeth at your neck, and you find yourself dropping the toy at her feet and rolling onto your back in submission. 

Both of the alphas laugh at how quickly your boldness faded away, while Lerato’s omega nudges you with their nose and flops on top of you, chewing on the loose ends of Yelena’s sweater. 

“This is going to be boring, omega,” Yelena says, opening the door to the meeting room. You tilt your head at her. “You can come sit with me if you want, but if you would like to go play with the others, I will come find you afterwards.” 

You contemplate for a moment, peeking into the room. Natasha and the other Widows are seated around a long conference table, looking at the big screen on the wall with lots of maps and numbers you don’t understand. “Decide, pup. I’m already late.”

Regrettably, you decide to stay. 

Yelena was right. Meetings are boring. 

You’re not allowed to crawl up into one of the empty chairs, Ingrid scolding you when you place your hands onto the edge and silently ask to be let up. Yelena pats your head and scoots her chair out a bit, allowing you to curl up between her boots while the alphas talk. 

There aren’t any other omegas in the room today. While it’s not unusual for one or two to sit with an alpha to keep them company, today was set to run much longer so everyone let the omegas go back to their kennels for a nap. 

After about a half hour, you start to get antsy. But you can hear Yelena talking, so you don’t want to disturb her by asking to be let out. You huff quietly, resting your head on Yelena’s boot. Her leg tenses when she feels your weight on her, stopping in the middle of her sentence. 

“What?” 

“Nothing, sorry,” Yelena clears her throat, leg relaxing once again. 

Once she finishes speaking and Natasha takes over again, she reaches down to pet you. You spend the rest of the meeting chewing on the laces of her boots before dozing off at some point. 

“Omega, wake up.” You whine, eyes blinking open to see Yelena ducking under the table to see you better. When you put your head back down, content to keep sleeping, she hooks her fingers under your collar, tugging gently to drag you out. You pull away, a sleepy growl deep in your chest as Yelena sighs. “Come on, it’s time for lunch.”

At the word “lunch” you ease up, allowing Yelena to yank you out from your hiding spot. 

“That’s all it took, huh? I’ll remember that next time.” 

The dining hall is filled with the sounds of panting omegas and Widow’s chatting. Natasha sits at the head of the table, with Yelena at her right hand, head resting on her palms as she listens to her sister ramble on about why they need to take a trip back to New York soon. 

“I’ll think about it.” 

“Come on, we can visit your hero friends around the States too! I’m sure Barton would be thrilled to see you!” 

“And I’m sure he’d be far less enthused to see you,” Natasha rolls her eyes. 

The omegas are scattered around the room, some waiting patiently by the kitchen doors and others nosing at the legs of the alphas hoping to get some extra scraps. You sit by the doors, trying your best to shove your way to the front of the line. They finally swing open, and the already loud chirping and yipping of the omegas cranks up a notch. 

The Widow pushing the food cart, Sonya, laughs at how you all scramble around her, simultaneously trying to push your way to the food while also trying to avoid the wheels of the cart rolling over your fingers. 

She pushes it towards one of the walls, where a few mats are set up to make it easier to clean later and starts setting the bowls down. In your best efforts to be the first to fill your stomach, you attempt to barrel through the others. Light growls fill the room, prompting Sonya to give a gentle warning nudge to a few omegas with her boot. 

“Stop. There’s plenty for all of you.” You get nudged in the process - probably due to the fact that you just nipped at one of your packmates - and are pushed to a bowl off to the side of the others. 

Huffing dramatically at her, you finally sit down and eat, eagerly devouring the warm rice and meat concoction that was prepared for all the omegas. The Widows always find it amusing how quickly you all eat, as though they’ve starved you for weeks rather than giving you three hearty meals a day. 

As you finish your serving, someone bumps into you from behind trying to chase after Sonya for more, and you’re knocked face first into your dish. The little bit of leftover gravy and grains of rice sticks to your chin and cheeks, leaving you feeling stickier than you normally are after lunch. 

Everyone else is too distracted finishing up their own food to notice your predicament, so you attempt to get someone to help you. You crawl over to the head of the table and sit by Yelena’s chair. She’s deeply invested in explaining something to Natasha, hands gesturing wildly. You hesitantly put a hand on the side of her thigh, patting gently to alert her to your presence. 

“Hm?” Yelena looks down at you, confused by your sudden appearance. Then she takes note of the mess on your face and laughs. “Silly pup, you’ve made a mess! C’mere, up.”

Yelena pats her thighs, encouraging you to sit up with your hands braced against her. She takes her napkin from where it was tucked into her shirt and wipes your face clean. You shake your head a little, not liking the rough cloth against your skin, but Yelena grips your chin so that she can get the rest of it. 

“There you go! All clean,” she beams, scratching a sensitive spot behind your ear that immediately makes you start purring, pressing your cheek against her palm. 

“Since when did you get an omega?” Natasha snorts, amused with the way her sister stares down at you with such affection. She knows Yelena has never been one for traditional relationships, even beyond the ways in which they were programmed out of it under Dreykov, so seeing her so easily take care of you with such immediate fondness was a surprise. 

“She’s not my omega, Natasha,” Yelena rolls her eyes. You pout nipping her fingertips and earning yourself a very unconvincing glare. “You know we don’t mate like that.”

“I’m very aware, thank you,” Natasha deadpans. “And you know what I meant. Practically all the girls have omegas that - in any other context - would be their mate. I just didn’t think you were interested.”

“Well, maybe I never had a chance to be interested with how busy you kept me. So you should really be blaming yourself for your poor little sister being so lonely all the time.” Even though this is typical bickering for the two, the hint of bitterness in Yelena’s voice upsets you, and you scramble up to her lap, deep purrs rumbling in attempt to soothe the alpha. Yelena smiles at you softly, cupping your face in her hands and turning you to face Natasha. “Besides, maybe I just made an exception. After all, how could anyone resist this face!” 

The next morning, you aren’t greeted with Yelena’s face as the kennels swing open. You try to hide your disappointment as Helen urges all of you out of the door. Helen has taken on the role of a sort of personal trainer for the Widows, and her penchant for sparring makes her the favorite of some of the rowdier omegas, who start barking and trying to tackle her as she opens the door. 

When you don’t come out of your cage, Helen ducks her head in to see you curled up in the corner: sweaty, pupils blown out, burying yourself as deep into your blankets as you can. The alpha shakes her head, clearing her head of the desire to drag you out and pin you down right there. 

“Early heat again? We really have to get Melina to check you out.” She huffs, pulling you out and clipping a leash to your neck. You start rubbing your face against her legs, hoping that she’ll give some relief to the ache between your thighs. “Not yet, omega. You know the drill. The alphas that actually need you are going to take care of you.” 

Despite the fact that all you want is to nest, you allow Helen to lead you away from the kennels, knowing that there will be some relief where she’s taking you. The slick between your legs feels cool as the air from the halls hits it. The two of you pass a few others as you walk, and you see the way that the alphas’ eyes are drawn to you like moths to a flame. 

The room you’re led to is very familiar to you. Traditionally, it’s used as the Widows training room, with various equipment like targets and punching bags littered around. Grunts and growls fill the room as a few alphas work out, and the sounds make your body quiver. You pause in your tracks, ducking your head down and pushing your ass up, presenting for any alpha who would pay you attention. 

“How pathetic, omega,” Helen laughs, letting your leash fall to the ground. She kneels down next to you, tilting your head up. “If I was in rut, you’d already be snug on my knot. But, like I said, few other gals need you more than I do right now.” 

She ties your leash to a post near the center of the room, patting your head and leaving the room. You let out a whine from deep in your chest, and almost immediately the alphas that were working out stalk over to you. 

“Aw, poor omega.” 

“I could smell you the second you entered the room.” 

“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? Need to be bred?” 

Your body goes limp as the three Widows start manhandling you into position. Fingers are thrust into you without any warning, arousal dripping down the Widow’s palm. You moan, thrusting back against the pressure as another Widow tugs down her pants and her strap bobs free, slapping against your face. They don’t even have to tell you to open your mouth, tongue already lolling out from panting and moaning as you’re pinned down to a bench. 

Everything happens so quickly that you can barely register who’s fucking which hole. Endless moans and growls fill the room, rivaled only by the wet sounds of your cunt being thrust into roughly. You’re given no reprieve - the second that one alpha empties her strap into you and pops the knot free, another one slips hers in its place, using the cum dripping into you as lube for even sloppier thrusts. 

It doesn’t end with just three alphas taking their fill - a couple more wander into the training room as you’re being bred and take the places of the ones who finally decide to tap out and go shower. 

You’re eventually pinned down, face pressed against the ground and ass pulled into the air as two alphas see if they can fit both of their knots in your holes at the same time. A puddle of your own drool and some alpha spit soaks your cheek, eyes glazed completely over as you feel the pressure of the knotted strap being pushed slowly into your cum-filled ass. Your body shakes with climax as the alphas laugh as your hole swallows the knot, cum seeping from the sides and dripping down to your equally stuffed cunt. 

The fog in your brain and the pulsing of your walls distracts you from the sudden feeling of emptiness as the alphas slip out of you after a few minutes. Neither of the two left feel like helping you clean up. They exchange some words with each other that you can’t hear over the ringing in your ears, but you think that one of them says something over her comm. 

Exhaustion takes over and your eyes close, even though you want nothing more than to crawl back to your kennel, you know your body would barely carry you an inch across the floor in this state. 

That’s why you’re startled when you wake up in a pile of warm blankets. There’s no more stickiness between your thighs, like you’ve been gently wiped clean in your sleep. The temptation to nestle into the nest and fall back asleep is overwhelmed by the curiosity of your open cage door. 

You wander out slowly and find Yelena sitting up against the wall across from your cage, playing with her phone. She sees you looking up sleepily at her and pats her lap, signaling for you to come lay down. You yawn and settle on her thighs, curling your body around her. 

“Big day, huh omega? Helen told me that you were so tired that you weren’t going to be able to get back on your own, so I came and got you. I know you omegas like to nest, so I brought some extra blankets from my room, I hope you don’t mind.” Yelena strokes your hair, listening to the soft noises you make. “And if you want, you can come look and find others that you like.”

You open your eyes, giving her a puzzled look. 

“I mean you can come sleep in my room, omega,” Yelena boops your nose. “Would be easier during your heat, yeah?” 

Before Yelena can change her mind, you take the sleeve of her shirt between your teeth and start trying to drag her down the halls to her room. 

Technically, Yelena was only supposed to let you sleep in her room for the duration of your heat so that she could help you through it without you having to be exhausted by the other Widows every day. 

But no one was going to tell Natasha Romanoff’s little sister that she was breaking protocol. 

Yelena worked you far more gently than the other Widows did - but she does tell you that her rut doesn’t come for another couple of weeks, so she’s not as “feral” as the others yet. You’re as excited to see that as you are for her to gently work you into endless orgasms through the week. 

The last day of your heat brings you an unpleasant surprise. A visit to the doctor. 

“Omega, stop tugging,” Yelena sighs. You’ve been spoiled for several days and now think that you can drag her away from the exam room with your leash that she clipped on you. “I promise, it will be quick. Plus, you get to meet mother. She will take good care of you.” 

Once she coaxes you into the exam room with promises of treats and cuddles later, you immediately scurry into a corner, as far away from the other door as possible. Yelena rolls her eyes, picking you up even as you turn into dead weight in her arms, and puts you onto the table. You hate the feeling of the crinkly paper against your skin and start tearing it as you wiggle around. 

“Stop that. You’re being naughty.” 

You huff and pout until the door swings open, and you’re greeted by a doctor you’ve never seen. 

“Yelena! So, this is the prized omega Natasha told me about,” the woman immediately pulled Yelena into a hug and steps back to admire you. “Hello, little one.” 

You stare at her, blankly. 

“No growling, that’s good.” The woman, Melina, you remember the other Widows calling her, taps a tablet screen. You lean over a bit to see what she’s looking at. Sometimes Yelena shows you funny things on her phone, but Melina’s screen is boring. Lots of numbers and words that you don’t understand. “She certainly is not showing any signs of adverse aggression. Has her heat been normal other than being early?” 

“Yes, as far as I am aware.” 

Melina taps a few more things on the screen, and you sigh. You’re bored with all this and want nothing more than to go back to the nest you’ve made in Yelena’s bed. You start looking around the room, tilting your head at the various posters with tips on alpha and omega health. While you’re distracted, Melina gestures to Yelena to prop you up on all fours. 

You squeak as you’re moved and yelp when Melina’s cold, gloved hands make contact with your skin. Yelena holds you in place so that you can’t squirm away. 

Melina goes through the routine that you’re pretty used to by now, but her hands are much more clinical than Lerato’s gentle touch. Still, she isn’t rough with you. Just thorough. 

She has you open your mouth, pulling your lips up so that she can check your teeth. 

“Nice strong canines. I bet she’s bruised you with these, Yelena.” 

“Mom.” 

“Just observing!” Melina laughs at her daughter’s embarrassment as she glides her hands down to your chest, checking for any abnormalities. It’s getting hard for you to focus as she prods and squeezes you, especially Yelena’s breath hitting your cheek as she praises you for staying still. You can’t help the whine that escapes when Melina pinches your nipples. “Reactive. Good.”

Yelena watches you carefully as Melina proceeds with inspecting you. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel her spread your folds apart, running her fingers gently over them. It’s nothing explicitly sensual, Melina is very professional and clinical as she circles your clit to see your reaction, but it’s enough to make you shudder and moan. 

“Good girl,” Yelena hums against your forehead. “You are being a very brave pup.” 

“Everything seems okay to me,” Melina says, pulling her fingers away from you and snapping her gloves off and into the trash. You lean your body against Yelena’s, silently begging to be done here so you can go back to bed. “Heat changes are not unusual, especially with so many horny alpha hormones around. I would not worry about it too much, but I can check in with you again next month to see if she gets back on track. Having a consistent alpha will help as well.” 

Yelena nods, not listening very much past Melina saying that you’re okay. She says goodbye to Melina and leads you back to her room, not needing the leash for the walk back. She whistles while you walk, and you bump against her legs affectionately. 

Once you’ve returned, you immediately tug on Yelena’s pants and guide her to the bed. She laughs, lifting you up and dropping you in the middle of all of the blankets and clothes that you’ve gathered for your nest there. You roll over, pushing your ass in the air and presenting for the alpha. 

Your alpha. 

“Eager omega,” Yelena laughs, fingers immediately finding your cunt. She doesn’t waste any time teasing you - it’s clear that you’ve gotten worked up enough from your inspection. You push back against her fingers, but she moves away. You whine. “Don’t worry, I am not going to leave you hanging. I just need to grab a toy.” 

Slick drips down your thighs as Yelena returns, placing a hand on your lower back to steady you as she guides her strap into you. You moan as you’re filled. You feel the knot of the strap pressing up against your hole, still too big for you to take right now. Yelena fucks into you steadily, pulling you back against her cock in smooth rhythmic motions. 

“You’re so pretty like this, omega. Desperate to be taken,” Yelena growls. She leans over and presses herself against your back, tugging your hair so that she can have access to mark up your neck. Her hips thrust harder into you, and you feel the beginnings of the knot edging into your cunt. You yelp as she gives a particularly hard thrust, one that would have you collapsing if she weren’t using her other arm to support you. “I want you to cum when I knot you. Can you do that, omega? Come on, cum for me. ” 

Yelena pushes her knot into your weeping cunt, and your entire body shakes with the intensity of being filled. Her fingers meet your clit, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves until you do finally collapse as your orgasm washes over you. She gives you a moment to breathe, her body solidly on top of you still like a weighted blanket. She leaves kisses behind your ear, along your neck and back, as she whispers how good of an omega you are. 

You’re rolled over after a few moments, still snug on Yelena’s knot. She pulls you closer to her so that she can properly spoon you, wrapping her arms around your waist. 

“Later you have to have a bath, omega. You’re sweaty.” You grumble. “Don’t make that noise. My bathroom is much nicer than the ones all the omegas get bathed in. You will like it much better for sure. Plus, I need one too. We can share, okay?” 

A purr rumbles through your chest in response. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

“Ugh! Where is it?” Yelena throws her clothes around the room, making a bigger mess than there already was. You watch shirts fly over your head as you sit on the bed in your nest, watching a video that Yelena pulled up on her tablet to keep you from crawling around underfoot. “We’re going to be late at this rate.” 

There’s a knock at the door before it swings open, and you happily yip as Natasha enters. 

“We’re going to be late, Yelena.” Natasha looks over at you and gives you a tiny wave.

“You think I don’t know that!” Yelena groans. “I’m looking for a very specific shirt. The one that Kate gave me last time we visited. You didn’t take it, did you?” 

“Why would I take it?” Natasha rolls her eyes. “You’re the one always stealing my shit.” 

Yelena gasps. “That is not true! Don’t listen to her, omega.” 

Natasha chuckles and looks at you watching her sister. It’s sweet, the way that the two of you interact. She never thought that Yelena would decide to mate. She never pushed the conversation, but her sister always seemed to dance around it whenever Melina would bring it up. She notices you laying in your nest and smirks. 

“Hey, Yelena.” 

“I know we’re late!” 

“No, not that. Did you check your nest?” 

Yelena scrunches up her eyebrows and looks to the bed. You wiggle excitedly as her attention is back on you, but her mouth drops agape. “My shirt! You’ve been laying on it this whole time?” 

You growl when Yelena tries to take the shirt from under you. She rolls her eyes and snatches it, shoving it into her very full suitcase. 

“Alright, I’m packed now!” Yelena struggles to zip it, but manages after some shoving. “I cannot believe you got us the Avengers private jet, Natasha.” 

“It’s not a private jet,” Natasha rolls her eyes. 

You listen to the two banter while Yelena clips your leash on. You know that you’re going to visit Yelena’s friend, which excites you. But you haven’t been outside the Red Room Headquarters since you were first captured all those years ago. Yelena calms your nerves as she and Natasha guide you onto the imposing aircraft. 

There’s a few other people on board, who all greet Natasha fondly. You nervously sit close to Yelena’s legs, giving people’s hands a polite sniff when they reach out to you. 

You haven’t flown in years, so you’re a little shaky from the occasional turbulence. Yelena pulls you into her lap and offers you a treat which you eagerly take without second thought. After a few minutes, drowsiness takes over your body and you find yourself snuggling deeper into Yelena’s embrace. 

“You can rest, omega. I’ll wake you when we land.” 

#yelena belova x reader #c: yelena #silver writes #starving au

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

"Oh my god, your kids are so cute!" - Yelena

"They are pretty cute." Wanda agreed as she and Yelena sat in the kitchen. The boys were playing video games in the living room whilst the women drank coffee. The pair had actually met through Natasha a few times, but it had been a surprise when the spy had shown up on her doorstep in New York. "Yelena, I know why you're here, and my answer is no. I am not coming back to the Avengers." She told the woman firmly.

"I love my sons, but Westview shouldn't have happened. It did because I didn't take time for myself to process all that's happened to me healthily." She explained as she set her cup down. "I can't do that, care for my sons and be an Avenger."

#c: yelena #;answered meme #guiltburdened

[botanybulbasaur]

Schneider is SICILIAN, not Italian. YOU ARE WRITING HER WRONG.

Yes, this post is directed towards YOU, fan fiction authors!! And— yes, I will admit, it sounds a little confusing, but I’ll elaborate.

Schneider is an immigrant from Sicily, which, in all due respects to everybody who writes her speaking standard Italian, HAS ITS OWN LANGUAGE!! (Or dialect..? Aye aye aye, I am not awake enough to perpetuate one side or another of a centuries-old argument.)

For more information, you can go to a website somewhere on the interwebs (like this one!: https://mangolanguages.com/resources-articles/sicilian-and-italian-whats-the-difference/) or simply take a look at Schneider’s wiki page!

So, sí, Reverse 1999 officially makes the distinguishment here: her mother tongue is Sicilian!

The next time you pick up your keyboard (or.. phone, if that’s your thing?) to write a fic, stay away from the Italian google translate screen— as tempting as it may be!— and go to a website like Glosbe instead to use the Sicilian translator there; given you’re trying to write a vulnerable moment where she expresses herself in the first language she’s ever learned to.

I apologize if anything in this post is overly fired-up or aggressive. My family (particularly my grandfather) have been looked at like they were insane when they spoke Neapolitan in the middle of Rome, so the distinguishment between Italian and its sister languages is very important to me— as well as other Italian fans of the game, I’m sure.

That’s all for this post! Happy writing :3

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #re1999 #schneider #yelena greco #schneider greco #kisses her gently. go cuss a fucker out in sicilian my dear #yes her ult line is in Italian. yes she uses swear words from Italian. no you should not only have her speak Italian in your fic #just because reverse 1999 devs only had her speak in Italian (..for some reason :c) it doesn’t mean YOU should!! #sicily #auauaughh #I’d like to think they intended to have her speak Sicilian but fucked up #Or maybe she just uses it to communicate w mafia members? #Most Sicilian people do use Italian at their jobs lmao #Crime is #Technically a job #Remember the phrase ‘Sicilian first (comma here) Italian second’ #Hhhhhh

[nataliasquote]

Honesty teaser | n romanoff | wattpad book

Ok hello :) I know this goes against posting on Tumblr, seeing as it won’t be updated on here, but I really need to kick myself back into writing, so what better way than to promote my book on here so that I have more of an incentive if more people know about it! For now it’s Wattpad only whilst I figure out how AO3 works (idk if I even have an account) but I will try to get it up on there too. But… until then… here is the first chapter of ‘Honesty’.

College!AU | Enemies to lovers

Natasha Romanoff x O!C

O!C: Kaiiarina Lenkova (Kaia/ Ky). Sister to JB Lenkov (James Buchanan aka Bucky)

Current available chapters: 9

The classic ringing of an incoming facetime call sounded through the speakers of a MacBook, which made a rather exhausted 18 year old leap up from her sprawled out place on her bed. She threw herself onto her spinning desk chair, which spun a bit too far, meaning she had to grab the edge of her desk and haul herself back around before she fell off.

She lifted the lid and quickly typed in her password as an excited face filled the screen, their voice far too loud as the volume had been left turned all the way up from last night's dance session. Dark curly hair swung against her back as the girl winced at her friend's squeal.

"Have you looked?" The blonde girl screeched, far too close to the camera to create a flattering angle.

"Lena, it's 8am. It's a miracle I'm awake at this point." Kaiiarina groaned before she was cut off by a yawn, which only emphasised her point. She'd been awake since 7, knowing that today was one of the most important days of her life. Every possibility and outcome of her future was shuffled through her head as she tried to grasp any ounce of sleep that made itself available to her. But instead of blissful dreams, she was faced with pits of anxiety that made her dream feel like her worst nightmare.

"We promised we'd open them together, so hurry up!" Yelena was horrendously impatient, which was a huge contrast to Kaia's more laid back approach in life. But they'd planned this day since they were 11 years old, having been inseparable since they were 6.

Their first day of ballet class. Yelena was only there because Melina wanted her to follow in Natasha's footsteps; the golden child. But, naturally, the blonde wanted to be anywhere else, so she was stubborn in not moving from her spot on the bench. Her hair was pulled up into what could have been a neat bun, but she had wriggled so much that her baby hairs were everywhere.

Kaia, on the other hand, couldn't have been more different. Her uniform was pristine, tiny feet slipped into perfectly tied ballet shoes. Her almost black hair was pulled into a braided bun, secured perfectly on the top of her head, not a single hair out of place. She sat on the bench with her back straight, her hands folded in her lap. She looked alert, attentive; her blue eyes wide as she took in every person who walked past. She looked in wonder at the older girls who walked past, admiring their pointe shoes with lust. She was going to be like them one day.

Their teacher called everyone into the studio as a group, knowing a lot of the children would be nervous. Kaia walked in with her head held high; this was where she was meant to be. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yelena putting up a fight with her mother, who was trying to coax her defiant 6 year old from the bench.

What spurred her to do this was a complete mystery, but Kaia found herself wandering over to Yelena and extending out her hand.

"I'm Kaia." Was simply all she said. Yelena stopped squirming, peering up at the girl with her big green eyes. She looked at her mother briefly, who just smiled.

"Yelena."

"You know that class is about to start, right?" Kaia stated, confused as to why the girl wasn't in the studio like everyone else.

"Yes. But I'm not going." The young Russian was stubborn and folded her arms over her chest, pouting slightly.

"Ballet isn't sissy, you know. It's strong. You don't see the 'tough' boys doing it, do you?" Yelena shook her head, slightly confused at her point. Kaia leaned towards Lena and whispered in her ear. "It's because they can't handle it. They're not strong like we are."

Yelena smiled at the thought of being stronger than the boys in her class. She was fiercely competitive and she revelled in the idea of being better at something than someone else. Kaia's hand was still outstretched and so the blonde Russian took it gladly, their tiny hands clasping tightly together.

Melina watched the girls disappear into the glossy studio, a proud smile on her face. Those girls were going to be best friends, she just knew it.

And she was exactly right. Kaia transferred to Yelena's school in 2nd grade, and they became inseparable. Even the teachers knew they wouldn't be able to find one without the other 2 steps behind. And when one of them were sick and off school... it was like the one left behind was missing a limb.

When they transferred to middle school together, they made a pact. The girls would go to the same high school and the same college.

And that day had finally come. Acceptance letters were being sent out and the girls had applied to the same university. Which was what prompted Yelena's early morning facetime call.

Kaia scrolled through her emails, her heart pounding out of her chest. This was what they'd worked towards for 4 years. Their extra-curricular activities, sports, dance, languages... everything leading up to this moment.

"Oh fuck." Kaia muttered, seeing the email appear in her inbox. "I've got it."

On the other side of the screen, Yelena had her email open too, the link tempting her mouse, but also making her hesitate. What if their plan didn't work out?

"Wait." Yelena rushed, making Kaia freeze. "Whatever happens, we stay best friends, right?"

"I can't believe you just asked me that question Belova." Kaia scoffed, slightly offended as she adjusted the neck of her hoodie.

"I just had to be sure. Okay," Yelena let out a big breath. "It's now or never."

There was silence on both ends of the call as they waited for the link to load up. Time seemed to slow down, seconds turning into minutes as the loading circle span round and round. Yelena had picked up a hair tie and was spinning it around her finger as Kaia chewed on the edge of her thumb.

But the circle stopped spinning. The girls stopped fidgeting. They both held their breath as a message appeared on their screens.

Pale Oak University is delighted to offer you a place on your chosen course. We hope that you accept our offer and will join us in August on campus. Please click 'confirm choice' at the bottom of the page to secure your place.

But neither of them said anything. They tried to read each other's expressions as they looked back at the camera, but they were so scared of not going to the same college that neither wanted to burst the bubble.

But Kaia couldn't help let a small smile slip, which prompted Yelena to do the same.

"Did you-"

"Are you-"

Both girls started to speak at the same time but paused for the other continue. Kaia just nodded at Yelena's question, not trusting her voice to be strong enough to speak.

"Oh my god, me too." Lena's voice came out as nothing more than a hushed whisper, her hands flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.

"Lena." Kaia croaked out, a tear slipping down her cheek. "We did it." She laughed lightly, which blended into a choked sob.

"We really did it."

"We fucking did it!" Kaia leaped out of her chair, spinning around like an excited puppy. "Mama! Dad! We did it! I got in!" Although she was still on facetime, Kaia sprinted downstairs to find her parents, screaming her results to them.

On the other side of the screen, Yelena did the same thing, racing into the kitchen where her parents and sister were sat.

"I got in!" She announced as she skidded to a halt in her fluffy socks, grabbing onto the back of a chair so she didn't slip. "I'm going to Pale Oak!"

Melina and Alexei scooped their youngest into a huge group hug as they cheered, leaving Natasha sitting alone at the table. She would have joined in, if it wasn't for the news that her little sister was going to be at the same university that she was currently at.

"Natasha, come and congratulate your sister. You know out of everyone just how hard the entry process is." Melina said, giving her 20 year old daughter a stern look as she rolled her eyes.

"Nice job Yelly." Nat said, ruffling her sister's hair, purposely messing it up even further. "Just don't bother me okay? I don't want you hanging onto me all the time. It's annoying."

"Natasha be nice." Alexei said disapprovingly. "Your sister is blessing to us all. We are so so proud." He pulled Yelena into his side, which she did not appreciate as she pushed him away with a disgusted look.

"Don't worry Nat. I've got Kaia. We're gonna be just fine."

Nat's head whipped round and she stared at her sister with a raised brow. "Wait... Kaia's going?"

"Duh. She's my best friend." Yelena rolled her eyes, not believing her sister's comment.

Nat shrugged, turning back to her phone. "Wow. Didn't know she had what it took." She mumbled under her breath for only Yelena to hear.

Rage flooded the blonde's cheeks and she clenched her fists at her side. "You're a bitch." she spat through gritted teeth, before marching up the stairs and slamming her door shut, slumping onto her chair in front of her laptop where Kaia was waiting.

"I'm guessing Nat didn't take it too well then." Kaia quipped, throwing an m&m up in the air before catching it in her mouth.

"You know me too well."

"No, well yes, but I also know just how much your sister hates me." Natasha always had a distaste for Lena's best friend, but no one quite knew why. Maybe it was due to them being in the same ballet class, despite Kaia being 2 years younger, or maybe how much time Kaia spent at the Romanoff's. But the brunette didn't really care. Having Nat like her wasn't exactly on the top of her to do list.

"Well, forget about her. She's not going to ruin it for me, or for you. We've had everything planned out since we were 10 years old Ky, and it's actually going to happen."

"Still gonna be roommates right?" Kaia asked, reading over the email one more time to cement it into her brain. It still felt surreal that they were actually going to college. No more high school. No more living at home. No more living 25 minutes away from each other. It was perfect.

"If you really think I'm gonna sleep in the same room as some random ass girl who snores and talks in her sleep, then think again. I'm sleeping with you or not sleeping at all."

"Well then I think we need to contact someone about it, because I don't even know if you can pick your roommates."

"I'll just say I have major attachment issues and breakdown into floods of tears whenever I'm not around you." Yelena said, spinning around on her chair before getting distracted by her massive shark plushie. She reached for it and pulled it onto her lap, stuffing her face into its fur.

Kaia just rolled her eyes. Yelena was always one for the dramatics. "Well that's going to work so well seeing as we are taking different majors, but sure." Yelena was majoring in sports science, seeing as she was on the women's football team and she loved it with all of her heart. Ballet was never really her thing, so as soon as she could quit, she did.

Kaiiarina was majoring in dance and they both were taking a Russian language class, as it was easy credits seeing as they both wanted to be fluent in their 'motherland' language.

"Well if that doesn't work, we can just get your brother to intimidate them all into putting us together." JB Lenkov (or James Buchanan) was in the army and had been away for 8 months. He was 5 years older than Yel and Kaia, so they joked about him a lot. Plus, he did try to ask Natasha out on a date, only to be turned down by her harsh words. "If you have a dick, I'm not into you."

"Let's just email them. See what they say." Kaia clicked on the email link, excitement surging through her body. It felt real now. But with the excitement came a lot of nerves. The kind that sent butterflies swarming in all different directions, extending from her fingertips to the depths of her stomach. A nauseating feeling descended in her throat, but she swallowed it down.

New experiences weren't really her thing. She grown a lot more self conscious from the bold and daring 6 year old she once was, but within the duo she was still the sensible and down to earth one. A stickler for the rules, which Yelena often felt were mere suggestions.

"I know its 8:30, but something in my body is screaming for a Starbucks right now, and unfortunately my asshat of a sister won't drive me." Yelena peaked over the top of her shark, which she had nicknamed Brucie, and batted her eyelashes rather dramatically at her best friend, who payed absolutely no notice to her.

"Kaia..." Still nothing.

"Ky!" Crickets.

"Kaiiarina!" Oh now she'd done it. The brunette's blue eyes seemed to darken as she peered up at the camera, narrowing her eyes into what became a bone chilling glare.

"Yelena Fyodorovna Belova. Did you just use my government name?" Although she was joking, Kaia made no effort to smile or even lighten her expression, loving how scared her friend looked. Similarly to a deer in headlights.

Lena flashed a sheepish smile. "Coffee?" Was all she offered, trying to hit Ky's sweet spot. "Caramel iced coffee?" Kaia was still glaring. "I'll buy you a blueberry muffin."

Now that was a deal breaker. "Even when I hate your guts, you still manage to win me over." Kaia groaned, pushing away from her desk and wheeling over to her closet whilst still sat on her chair. She grabbed a jacket and stood up, walking over to her table to grab her keys. "I'll be there in 20. Be ready or I'm taking Nat instead." She leaned over her laptop and hovered her mouse over the red 'end call' button.

"Oh wow. Threat of the century." Yelena feigned offense and Kaia blew a raspberry. Childish, yes, but

"Bye bitch."

~~~

Kaia's family was rich, very rich, but it hadn't gone to her head like many privileged girls she could mention. Her father was the CEO of a major jewellery company back in Russia, that had gone global in the last 10 years.

She had all the physical signs of a rich girl; expensive clothes, dainty jewellery, designer sunglasses that were nearly always placed in her wavy hair, pristinely manicured nails and of course, her most prized possession... her tesla. It was an extravagant 18th birthday gift from her father, and as normal as it seemed in a life like hers, Kaia burst into tears when she saw the sparkling white car parked on their driveway.

Yelena seemed more eager to show off Kaia's new car than she was, hopping into the front seat and immediately connected her phone to the aux, Mitski blasting at full volume.

And even though it had been 6 months since Ky's birthday, Yelena still clambered into the sleek white car with a gleeful expression, her phone ready in her hand to Bluetooth. Kaia's once peaceful music was soon replaced with songs more to Yelena's taste, reflecting her wild and chaotic personality.

"This is just like a free taxi service for you isn't it?" Kaia commented as Yelena clearly made herself comfortable, her hands adjusting the direction of the aircon as Kaia pulled away from the drive.

"Yeah, but you're rich so it's fine." It was true. Kaia didn't care about giving Yelena lifts. And besides, it's not like she payed for the electricity that powered her car.

10 minutes later she swerved into the Starbucks parking lot, a smile gracing her face as she saw the all-too-familiar store. The girls pushed the doors open and went inside to order their drinks. Yelena offered to collect their drinks so Kaia took a seat in a booth next to the window and peered outside, watching the hustle and bustle of the world outside.

Her hand was propped up under chin and she soon drifted into her thoughts, trying to process the events of this morning even though it was only 9:20am.

Yelena observed her best friend from afar, watching how she retreated into her head. She knew Kaia's concerns about college, especially with Natasha who was also doing the same course. The tension between the 2 could be cut clearly with a knife, which made thanksgiving and birthdays slightly awkward. But Yelena's outlandish personality always helped muffle the discomfort with a joke or a random song, which Kaia was thankful for.

She carried their coffees and blueberry muffins over to the table and slid in opposite Kaia, who was still staring into space out of the window. Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth and Lena could feel Ky's knee bouncing up and down as their legs touched under the table.

"Hey. Kaia." Yelena said gently, placing her hand on her friend's knee. "I got that muffin you wanted." She slid the muffin across the table and watched as Kaia's eyes flickered into focus and she took a deep breath.

"I was beginning to think you'd forget." She joked, taking a sip of her coffee and smiling at the taste. Her grin was slightly forced and Yelena could tell it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Yelena laughed, her adorable giggle making Kaia smile harder. "Me? Forget? Never." She watched as her best friend slowly picked apart her muffin, breaking it into pieces on the wrapper. "What's going on?"

Kaiiarina sighed. Her anxiety wasn't anything new, and the duo had learned to cope with it really well. Yelena was goofy but always understanding, switching her naturally comedic tone to a more serious one when she needed to. And she was an excellent observer, which definitely came in handy as Kaia usually withdrew into herself whenever anxiety took over.

"Oh nothing." She said casually, more so to convince herself than Yelena. "It's just- well, college is a lot."

Yelena knew where this was coming from. They'd spoken about it a few times, but Ky still struggled to wrap her head around it. "Yeah... but it's not different for us."

"Why?" Kaia questioned as she bit into a chunk of muffin. A blueberry exploded on her tongue and sent a fuzzy feeling in her stomach. That's why those muffins were her favourites.

"Because we're still together. And we always will be."

Kaia thought for a moment as she chewed. Yes, they would be together, but they'd also be around Natasha and a bunch of new people they'd never seen before. Plus, they were doing different courses which meant different people, different professors, different buildings, different schedules... it was a lot.

Yelena took her silence as a hint to keep talking. "You're worried about Nat aren't you?"

"No." Kaia snorted. "Well... I'm hoping your sister is too busy to worry about making my life a living hell... but you know..." she trailed off and Yelena smiled, having figured out the root of her worries.

"You'll be fine. Besides, you won't even see her. You have me instead!"

"Hmmm... I wonder which Romanoff-Belova sibling I like best..." Kaia pretended to think long and hard, knowing it would mess with Yelena all too well.

Yelena narrowed her eyes and lined up a blueberry to flick, her lips curling into a pout. "For the sake of your white sweatshirt, you better say me. Or I'm gonna find another roommate."

"Okay Miss 'I breakdown in tears when I'm not around you'. Can't fool me Belova.". A smug expression crossed Kaia's face and Yelena huffed, sinking into the soft leather seat as she tossed the blueberry into her mouth and chomped on it with force.

"I hate you." She mumbled, glaring around the half empty coffee shop as her arms folded across her chest and one foot came to rest on the maroon seat.

Kaia chuckled at her childish behaviour, expecting nothing less. "No you don't."

With her infamous pout and inability to look her friend in the eye, Yelena answered "Yes I do" whilst eyeing up the baristas working quickly behind the counter, taking drive-thru orders as they drizzled caramel onto several frappuccinos.

"Okay then. See you around." Kaia grabbed her keys and iced latte and made a move to stand up from the booth, before Yelena put her leg on her seat so she couldn't get out. "No wait! I need a lift!"

Kaia sat down with a scoff. "Wow... so you are using me!"

"Yeah I am." Yelena said with no shame with a mouth full of muffin. "What about it?"

"Remind me why I'm friends with you again?"

"Because you need someone with good music taste to test your car speakers. And someone to bring banners to your dance recitals." A cheeky glint shone in Yelena's eyes as Kaia groaned, her head falling into her hands at the memory.

"No! Never again." She peeked through her fingers to see her best friend sniggering, to which she kicked her rather hard in the shin, earning a pained yelp from the blonde. "You may find it hilarious, but I will never live that down. I almost got kicked off the team for that!"

Yelena rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up. Natty was only jealous because I didn't make her a sign. She would never kick you off. You're too good. They need you to win." She was right. Kaia was unbelievably talented, although she would never admit it.

One of the many things the girls had in common was their dedication. When they wanted something, they were some of the most driven teenagers around. Both sets of parents were proud, although Yelena's showed it a lot more than Kaia's did. Her's seemed to think that the money they gave her was enough to make up to the detached and cold behaviour they showed towards her and her brother. But it just brought the siblings closer than they ever would be.

"We have 3 months until college. What the fuck are we gonna do?" Yelena asked, slurping the last of her coffee. It seemed like a hell of a long time to sit around stressing, which is what Kaia would do.

"We need to buy stuff for our dorm. And I want to go to the beach."

"Okay Ky that's boring stuff. I'm talking sleeping under the stars, going to haunted houses, days at the lake, getting drunk whenever we want! We have all this time and no pressure to do anything. We can't waste it!"

Kaia chewed on her lip before smiling. The sun as shining and it was warm. Perfect May summer weather. "Okay fuck it. Lake day?" She asked, grabbing her keys and adjusting her sunglasses on her head.

"I love you!"

They dumped their trash and ran out to the car, jumping in before racing home to collect their stuff. Kaia's parents weren't home (surprise surprise) so she didn't need to ask permission from anyone. And Yelena never asked permission She was 18 and frankly Melina and Alexei trusted her enough for her to do what she wanted.

"First day of stress free summer is about to commence!" Yelena announced when they were both back in the car. The electric guitar intro of 'Sweet Child O'Mine' blared through the tesla speakers as they pulled out of the driveway and it suddenly felt real.

It was summer.

They were going to college.

Together.

10 year old Kaiiarina and Yelena would be proud.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova x female reader #fanfic #marvel #college au #kaya speaks! #natasha romanoff x o!c #wattpad #bucky barnes #yelena belova #mcu

[flwrsmyth]

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[legends-and-savages]

@widowschild sent: "If you shoot me my mom and da are going to be pissed." (For Yelena)

Yelena lowered her gun and looked at her. "Then they should have taught you not to break into an assassin's apartment." She said. "But if you've done so it must be for a reason." Yelena considered her. "What's wrong?"

#widowschild #c;; Yelena Belova

[thedeadthree]

VALAENYA (asoiaf) / ILLYRIA (hotd)

ELAENAERA (hotd) / KAROLINA (btaj/john wick/c*od)

YELENA (fo3) / FAYE (resident evil)

TAGGED BY the dears @marivenah, @dihardys, @shellibisshe and @florbelles to make the girls with this beloved meiker! ty so much! <3

TAGGING: @feystepped, @griffin-wood, @risingsh0t, @denerims, @queennymeria, @chuckhansen, @jackiesarch, @aartyom, @kingsroad, @arklay, @stormveils, @roofgeese, @leviiackrman, @malefiicarum, @loriane-elmuerto, @unholymilf, @belorage, @aceghosts and you!

#only if you want to! 🥀🍄 #oc: valaenya targaryen #oc: illyria ilmestys #oc: elaenaera targaryen #oc: karolina pajari #oc: yelena voronin #v: way back home #oc: faye marlowe #leg.ocs #leg.tagged #t: picrews #always the loveliest to make the loves in ​the ICONIC picrew 🥀❣️ #no wasteland!au yelena my BABY ✨😖 #so……… karolina enters as a challenger to the ring and got a c*d verse sksjjxxj ✨😵‍💫 #ty ty to macy for the ghost posting ✨😵‍💫 …….. bc now im considering karol and him..! i think they would be neat! #(chiara also might get one too jajxjxh but im still thinking of whom <3) #and modern au looks for the asoiaf girlies ✨😌 #the dreamy look for ella is so fitting here..! a cute tribute to her dragon in her canon u know? moon god dragon and things! #likely would be a socialite or model or something where she would get to be paid for being pretty jssjxhxh love that for u darling! <3 #the ever charismatic enya further portraying that she’s beauty and grace and can punch someone in the face ✨😌🐉🥀 icon! #ILLY BABY be it a*soiaf or a modern au shes so cool! the white hair and the heterochromia are missing but ah! baby baby! #since she has strands of white that are likely from magic u know? ✨🥺 and placed on the same side as the heterochromia 🌿😌 #off duty faye! date night with l*eon or spending quality family time with annoying siblings *cough* emery either/or she’s thriving! #local harvard med student thinks infuriating nepotism scientist is begrudgingly adorable more @ 11 ✨😒🥀❣️

[lcvenderhcze]

"WHAT THE-" it was as if she were looking at a mirror. right now, yelena did not know what to think about that, because.. the other looked exactly like her. or maybe.. she looked exactly like the other ? she didn't even know what to say about that. yes, she had heard about the others and about how you could run into someone who looked exactly like you on the street and... yet, nothing had prepared her for something like that. nothing had prepared her for something like that and so, she froze where she was. "you... who are you? this is... woah, this is wild. perhaps i've eaten too much spicy food and drank too much and it finally got to my head. woah." @daydrcamings

#yelena ; talks. #yelena ; alice c. #death mention tw

[lycheepocketwitch]

bishop studios id cards || let’s play

here's some visuals for the id cards used by people who work for bishop studios or are affiliated with the company! also yes, the birth dates are mostly made up/altered. i'm well aware the only accurate birth date is natasha's.

#au: let's play #c: carol danvers #c: natasha romanoff #c: wanda maximoff #c: monica rambeau #c: yelena belova #c: xu xialing #c: kate bishop

[galaxydrcaming]

@virtuousouls

“a man hmm?” yelena asked, wriggling her eyebrows. she had no interest in any kind of relationships herself, but was interested to hear about anya’s mystery man. “expand on this. let’s not focus on the nightmares just yet.” they plagued yelena too. but she didn’t have the bliss of not knowing whether they were real or not. because they were very, very real memories. but yelena did her best to focus on that she was no longer under anyone’s control anymore. she had complete freedom and was no longer anyone’s slave. “is he handsome?”

A groan escapes past Anya's lips at the tone of Yelena's voice as she buries her face in her hands and takes in a deep breath. "I deeply..regret mentioning anything about him now." She mumbles before dragging her hands back down from her face. "I think I'd prefer the nightmares, they make more sense than him!" She remarks and throws her hands up for a moment before they fall again and she shuts her eyes. "He's frustrating and stubborn and doesn't know that he deserves so much more than he thinks he does, and yes, of course, I think he's handsome."

#c; yelena #( && once upon a december ;; anya convos ) #( && beth )

[sxrgeantbarnes]

@sunwaxed​ (Yelena) || Starter call ft. Alpine

“Oh.” He didn’t notice her at first, too busy looking down as he dug in his pocket for his keys. He completely missed that there was someone standing in front of his door until Alpine meowed loudly in his arms and jumped down to greet their…guest? He watched his cat nudge her head onto the girl's legs, demanding attention. “Um. Did you want to pet her?”

#// bucky thinking she is at his door bc she saw him carrying alpine and was like 'i need to pet this cat' #// which would be valid tbh #sunwaxed #c; Yelena Belova #starter: closed;

[caroldantops]

Making a sex tape (masturbation tape?) for Kate’s birthday and she’s all 🥺💕 omg for me? Thank you baby and then she sees another person enter the frame halfway through and Cuck Bishop appears like 🥹💞 this is the best gift ever

hi i could not help myself and wrote something for this :)

warnings: smut (18+), switch/verse kate and reader, top/domme yelena, strap on (r receiving yelena giving), dildos (kate receiving r giving), sex tape, cuckolding, mild cheating roleplay (everything is part of a pre-established consensual dynamic)

"Babe, I thought we agreed that you didn't have to get me anything for my birthday. We were just gonna order in and relax until the party this weekend," Kate says as you practically drag her into your shared bedroom.

"You said not to buy you anything," you answer smugly. "I didn't spend a single penny on this present, I promise."

Kate's face lights up, mind racing with what you could possibly have in store for her tonight. "Ohh, is it a sex thing? Did you organize an orgy?"

"Yes, sex thing. No, orgy."

"Damn, maybe next year." You roll your eyes, shoving her onto the bed. She makes herself comfy against the pillows, but you immediately mess up her hard work by scooting in behind her after you grab something off the nightstand.

Kate leans back against you, resting her head on your shoulder and kissing wherever she can reach at the awkward angle. You hum, ignoring her pleas for attention and switch on the TV that hangs on the wall opposite the bed.

Kate starts putting the pieces together in her head as you set up the screen sharing from your phone, but her breath still hitches when a video of you leaned back on the bed loads.

There's not much happening at first. Just footage of you leaned back in bed, wearing a neat little lace set while you scroll through your phone. Kate is about to ask if you accidentally paused the video, but almost as soon as she opens her mouth, you start touching yourself slowly through your panties on screen.

"Fuck," Kate groans. "You're so fucking pretty."

"Shh, no talking. Just watch, baby," you whisper against her ear. She nods, and you slip your hand under the waistband of her sweats. She's already wet. "You're so cute. Wet from just this?"

"Mhm," she bites her lip, obeying your no talking rule for now.

You mimic the movements of the video on Kate. Playing with her clit when you do, groping her under her shirt as you tease your nipples. Kate's hips are pushing against your hand, wanting more than just the slow tease. All you do instead of fucking her hard like she wants is shove her pants down her legs, not bothering to take them all the way off.

Knowing what's coming next, you lean over to the nightstand and grab a thick dildo from the drawer. Kate is too entranced by the video to notice you taking it, and you smirk as you hear her gasp when a voice from behind the camera starts speaking.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Little slut so unsatisfied that they have to take care of themselves? What about that pretty girlfriend of yours?"

There's no mistaking that voice, that accent.

"She's out of town again, Yelena."

"She left you to take care of yourself? That just won't do. Spread those legs wider for me, I want to see how wet you are." Yelena's voice continues, but she's still out of frame. You spread your legs, and there's a visible wet patch on the front of your underwear. "Mm, good. Take those off."

You continue following Yelena's instructions on screen as she tells you how she wants you to touch yourself. You've stopped touching Kate now, content to let her squirm and muster up the courage to finally ask, "Can I touch?"

"No. Keep watching," you say firmly. Kate whines, but obeys.

"God, I don't know how Kate leaves this soaking pussy so often. She should know how dangerous that is."

Finally, Yelena steps into the view of the camera. She's fully clothed, wearing a muscle tee and tight leggings that show off her ass, harnessed around her hips are leather straps, and when she pulls herself into the bed, Kate sees the huge strap bob between her legs.

"Tell me how much you need me to fuck you," Yelena says, teasing your clit with the tip of her cock. You take the dildo you grabbed and do the same motions against Kate, who practically jumps at the sudden overwhelming contact against her puffy clit.

"Please, please, Yelena. I need you so bad, can't get off by myself."

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm a needy slut!"

"That's fucking right," Yelena growls, pushing her strap into your cunt and groaning at the wet noise. You thrust the toy into Kate at the same time, but instead of mimicking the way Yelena fucked you, you simply hold the toy in place, forcing Kate to cockwarm it while you continue groping her. "Such a needy slut that you can't go a single day without something inside you. Need to find as many fingers and cocks and mouths to satisfy you."

"Yes!"

"And you'll just fuck anyone to please yourself, hm? Let poor little Kate get everyone's sloppy seconds when she gets home?" Yelena hikes your legs up so she can fuck you even deeper, going balls deep with every thrust, your wetness drenching her thighs. "Bet she misses this body so much. I wonder how jealous she'd be if she found out that her girlfriend is such a willing whore."

Your moans in the video mix with Kate's. She's no longer attempting to stay still, doing her best to hump the toy that sits inert inside of her. A puddle of Kate's arousal seeps into the sheets below you.

"Or maybe, she's such a freak that she likes this. Loves knowing that her girlfriend is spreading their legs for anyone. Bet she'd do the same if she had the chance. Maybe I should cum inside you and plug you up so Kate has a nice surprise."

Kate body shudders against your own as she lets out a strangled moan, stiffening before going limp in your arms.

"Did you just cum from that?"

"Maybe."

"You're adorable," you kiss the top of her head. She glows under the attention. "But you're gonna stay filled until the video's over."

#kate bishop x reader #yelena belova x reader #c: kate bishop #cuck bishop #silver writes #fic #c: yelena

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

intimacy - yelena braids wanda's hair <3

intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair

"This is nice." Wanda admitted as Yelena's fingers worked through her hair. She was sat on the floor eating chinese food whilst Yelena braided her hair. "I really should braid my hair for missions more and keep it off my face but the bad guys are so inconsiderate of the time it takes." She commented before popping an egg roll in her mouth.

#c: yelena #guiltburdened

[courtofmuses-archive]

@youxmove​ || Sharon & Yelena

“This party is boring,” Yelena sighed as she leaned against the bar, a flute of champagne in her hand. She preferred liquor but since she was technically on assignment she couldn’t afford to get wasted. “Why is it that men feel the need to congratulate each other in a circle jerk?” 

#youxmove #c: yelena belova #i: sharon carter

[murder-popsicle]

[text] dinner tonight? my treat.

@dearlybelovad || some meme or other || if you can find it i’m accepting

[SMS/Елена]: oh no. you never treat me without an ulterior motive, what hijinks are you gonna try to sweet talk me into this time and how disappointed will steve look when he hears about it?

#dearlybelovad #c: yelena belova #v; city heartbeat

[allthatglxtters]

"Don't try it, demon." yelena and any

"I'm not entirely sure what you're expecting I'm going to try, but I assure you I've no intention of trying anything." Rhys cocked his head, remaining calm and collected despite the fact the woman in front of him had caught him landing after a flight. He'd immediately hidden his wings with a glamour as soon as he saw her, but the damage was done. "I can also assure you I'm no demon."

@signcfthetiimes

#( the wait was worth it: rhysand ) #( c; Yelena )