Can I ask how much Cub is allowed to mark Yelena? And maybe how much Yelena enjoys marking Cub?
(There are two wolves inside me: one is desperate to have my entire neck covered in hickies. The other dies every time I can’t hide even the tiniest of hickies
Such a great set of questions! You can ask anything!
Can I ask how much Cub is allowed to mark Yelena?
Yelena is a relatively private person. So, Cub is allowed to kiss, lick, and bite her neck, but they have been strictly instructed not to leave a mark.
(There was a long weekend when the two went particularly feral, and Yelena had to wear a shemagh tactical wrap as a scarf to work for a week. The Widows were merciless with their knowing looks and well-timed teasing remarks. Yelena hadn't stormed off from a table with a bottle in a long while, but she did that day.)
Cub is allowed to mark Yelena anywhere that her suit covers — favorite spots for both are the tops of her hips and inner thighs.
And maybe how much Yelena enjoys marking Cub?
Yelena has grown to love Cub wearing the evidence of her possession. When she started suiting Cub with high-collared base layers in public, she began to take marking seriously. It became part of their ritual to reconnect after time apart, even if it was just for the day. Late at night, she pushes Cub on their back, tips their chin up, and leans down to slowly lick and suck in her marks, humming softly in response to Cub's low rumbles and soft whimpers.
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mini prompt uhhh tiny bit of soft yelena with sick cub ?? please 🙏
HOW TO PILL YOUR PET
Thank you for the prompt, anon! Here's a little some of that soft badass.
Warnings: dark-ish, sub-themes of human trafficking, heavy pet play
Word Count: ~1300
A/N: In Widow AU, @scarlettwlw mentioned that Nat had taken some of the super soldier serum. I'm going to slide that over to Y here, so she can get snuggly with cub without fear of coming down with the crud.
Excerpt: “AH-AH-CHOO!” You look down and frown at the sentry hog-tied on the floor. You are covering the rear-left entrance as the widows make their play deeper into the warehouse. This guy didn't stand a chance against the three-person strike team and a guardhund.
"Sorry. I couldn't cover my nose because… well, you know," the felled sentry nods behind him to his tied hands. You grunt, unimpressed, and reposition yourself outside his line of fire.
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"AH-AHH–!" You inhale sharply and open your mouth when Yelena raises the covers quickly to catch your sneeze with the blanket. "–CHOO!" You sniff and shake your head back and forth to clear the sternutation. Yelena drops the blanket shield and eyes you, assessing.
You… you don’t feel so good.
HOW TO PILL YOUR PET
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“AH-AH-CHOO!”
You look down and frown at the sentry hog-tied on the floor. You are covering the rear-left entrance as the widows make their play deeper into the warehouse. This guy didn't stand a chance against the three-person strike team and a guardhund.
"Sorry. I couldn't cover my nose because… well, you know," the felled sentry nods behind him to his tied hands. You grunt, unimpressed, and reposition yourself outside his line of fire.
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YELENA'S APARTMENT
"AH-AHH–!" You inhale sharply and open your mouth when Yelena raises the covers quickly to catch your sneeze with the blanket. "–CHOO!" You sniff and shake your head back and forth to clear the sternutation. Yelena drops the blanket shield and eyes you, assessing.
You blink and pause to take stock of your condition. Your cheeks feel hot, like burning. Your joints feel achy, and you want to stay in bed all day with your owner. You… you don’t feel so good. You move forward to put your head on her chest, careful not to lean your full weight on her. She lifts the back of her hand to press against your cheeks and forehead. You lean into the relief of her cool hand.
Yelena clicks her tongue and leans in to kiss you gently, her lips replacing where her hand just left your skin. "Is my little cub not feeling well?"
Blessedly, she stays in bed for a few minutes, slowly stroking the side of your face. When she begins to shift out from under you, you instantly tighten your arms around her and whine softly. She pauses, "I'll be right back." You begin to follow, not wanting to be without her, when she drops a hand on your shoulder and presses you back to the mattress.
You grunt and begrudgingly let her go. Yelena hums, walks to the bathroom, and opens the medicine cabinet door. She returns to the bedroom with a few small bottles, a canister, and a large box of Kleenex, stacking them on her nightstand.
When she leaves the room again, you crane your neck to watch her. You dial up your auditory enhancements and count her steps, marking the transitions of her footfalls over the rugs, wood floors, and, finally, the kitchen. You listen to her open the fridge; then you can't help but climb out of bed and follow her when you smell hamburger warming up in the microwave.
Once your knuckles hit the cool flooring of the kitchen, you want to sink and press all of your exposed skin to its surface. You can't help it; you give way to the temptation and slide down bonelessly. Oh, squeaky tennis balls, you feel like you've slipped into heaven.
Yelena turns and looks down. "Cub." You look up at her sheepishly, then pull yourself to kneel in front of her. "Good. No choking." She leans down and hands you a piece of hamburger. You stretch up to take the deliciousness in your mouth. You chew thoughtfully. The meat doesn't have the spicy flavor it typically holds; it's dull and tastes a tiny bit… acrid? You stop, realizing there's a small pill Trojan-Horsed in the middle of the hamburger.
Mlem. You let the pill drop from your mouth, hearing it hit the floor and skitter under the oven.
"What, you think you are a god from space? You don't need Ibuprofen?" Yelena smiles. She wipes her hand in a napkin and then threads her fingers into your hair, tugging the strands back and tilting your head to capture your eyes. "It will bring your fever down, little cub."
You swallow nervously. Pills have always meant that something was going to happen to you. You implicitly trust Yelena, but…Your thoughts cut off when she bends down to kiss your nose, then releases you as she walks to the cupboard and pulls out the peanut butter jar.
You automatically lick your lower lip. Yelena turns away, grabbing one of the wooden spoons in the utensil holder. She turns back with an almost obscene amount of peanut butter piled high and holds it out to you. At first, you are hesitant, but then you sniff the peanut butter, look up at her, and begin to lick eagerly. Yelena slowly rotates the spoon. You see her eyes drop to your tongue and hold her breath. You work your tongue over the treat thoroughly,
You back off once you lick over another pill and grunt. You look down and back at her with a huff. She frowns, concern written across her brow, "Cub. Take it. You'll feel better."
You lean back and look at the pill, worried. You can't seem to comply with her wishes, even though you want to do everything she orders.
After a few deep breaths, you sign for help and take a pill. Yelena holds the medicine out. You sniff it, then back off. You sign again, help me take the pill? She nods slowly, understanding your request.
Before you can shift backward, Yelena grabs you by the chin and squeezes the sides of your jaw, taking the pill and placing it in the back of your throat. Then she closes your mouth, hugs you to her side, and rubs your throat under your jaw. The pill is too far back to move out with your tongue. You whimper and look up. You watch Yelena looking down at you with deep concentration, her long hair framing her face, still tousled from sleep, and the cutest double-chin… you salivate a little, even in the position, especially in this position, and have to swallow.
She keeps rubbing your throat, then opens your mouth and looks, ducking her head. She moves your tongue with her thumb and asks, "All gone?" You pull back, take a moment to explore, and then you nod, a bit surprised. She smiles wide and cups the side of your face for a small kiss on your forehead.
When she stands to put away the food and toss the spoon in the sink, you paw over to her and lean your heated cheek on her leg, nuzzling in gratitude.
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When she leads you back into the bedroom, she first stacks all the pillows by the headboard on her side nearest the door. You look on, curious through your tired eyes. Wondering
If she is making a fort. Blanket forts always had miraculous healing powers.
She climbs up and lays back on the pillows, propping herself up. She pats her chest above her black sports bra.
"Up, little cub."
You make your way up and to her, somewhat shaky. You are careful not to fall into her when you climb between her legs. "Your back to my front," she says, and you feel her hands guiding you down. She pulls the blanket over you both and folders it low so it lays across your hips.
Yelena plucks the small canister she retrieved from the bathroom earlier and unscrews the top. The scent of eucalyptus fills your senses, instantly seeming to cool down the room. You lean up to look at it, and she pulls you down to rest your back on her chest. She squeezes your shoulder in shorthand to stay put.
After dipping her fingers in, she smears a small amount on your chest, then gently massages it into your skin. The menthol and eucalyptus immediately begin their soothing effects, helping to relieve congestion from the cold. She expertly rubbed her fingers over your collarbones and down your sternum, so much so that you offer quiet rumbles of approval and relaxation. Your eyes were getting so heavy that you had to close them, but you fight to stay aware of every moment. "You will stay here for a while, my cub, so we make sure you don't get the mixture in your little puppy eyes."
You sigh and lean against your owner, trusting she can take your full weight or knowing she will reposition you if needed.
Being sick wasn't so bad — when you were in her care.
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