#dark!yelena belova

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐡

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon, corruption, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find a stranger at your door, a visitor you can't make leave. (Part of the Illuminate AU)

Characters: Yelena Belova

Note: I enjoyed this very much. I hope you do too.

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The bluster of winter wails outside the walls. The whistling wakes you, your eyes snapping open but the rest of you rousing slowly. Your muscles ache with the chill creeping up from the floorboards and through the aged plaster of the house. The smell of frost drifts in around the loose panes of the window, deterring you from emerging from the warmth of quilt and flannel.

At last, you find the strength to get up. You make the bed before you find your housecoat and tuck your feet into a pair of fleece-lined slippers. The house creaks around you as you open the door on whiny hinges. The single-floor holds several stories of memories; your own and others’.

You check the thermostat. It shouldn’t be so cold. You swear you can see your own breath. You shiver and rub your hands together as you enter the kitchen. You put the kettle on the burner and light it. You linger for a moment to bask in the warmth of the low flame of the gas stove.

You leave the kitchen, the click of the burner sticking in your head. You enter the back entryway of the house and pull open the old splintering door to the basement. The stares are steep and swathed in darkness, the wraiths of your childhood fears waiting at the bottom. 

You flip on the light switch and take your first step down the groaning wooden stairs. Each foot down feels like a descent into hell. You get to the bottom, even colder as no warmth can be found in the cement floors or painted brick walls. The old dryer and washer loom, the only sentinels in the cobwebbed space.

In the corner stands the rusted old furnace. You near with trepidation, shaking as you see the fog of your own breath waft out from your nose. The meter is limp and lifeless. As you near, you realise the old utility is silent.

You’ve had this problem before, it’s nothing new, just like everything else in this house. You go to the cabinet above the washer and dryer and take out the box of matches, checking to make sure they haven’t been dampened by their time in the mildewed basement. You return to the furnace and get down on your knees, close to the back. 

There you reach for the gas valve and give it a twist. You press down the red button and strike the match, putting it to the pilot light. You let go of the button and stand to turn the furnace back on. You hear the old barrel-like utility begin to hum.

You head back upstairs, the racket of the furnace building behind you, muffled as you shut the door behind you. As the handle clicks into place, you hear something closer, something louder. You pause and listen, hand resting on the cold metal knob. You fear it comes from where you just were but when it comes again, you realise the noise is from outside.

Before chasing your curiosity, you go back to the kitchen as you hear the kettle begin to quake. You move it off the burner before it can whistle and twist off the dial, the flame wilting to nothing. You shuffle into the back hall and near the back door, listening to the wind still whistling.

You hesitate to open the door, even as you’re certain it’s nothing. You look over at the old cross hung over the rack where you keep split logs for the fireplace. You slide back the lock and twist the handle, easing the swollen door from the frame.

As you pull the door inward, a weight pushes it against you. You step back and let it fall open completely, something collapsing by your feet. The shock blows over you with the winter gale, blustering in through the door. There, her head between your feet, is a woman smeared in dirt and something red. 

Her blond hair is filthy with dry mud and a stick is caught in a tangle. There are scratches on her face and neck, her clothing barely in tack as it exposed her raw and bloodied skin. You stare, uncertain of what to do. 

Any sane person would shove her back out in the cold and lock their door. But any decent person wouldn’t leave anyone out in that condition. You know her face, not as well as her reputation, but you do not doubt your eyes. 

You look out over the expanse of snow littered across the backyard. A touch of yellowed grass peeks through still as the winter has not yet made its full advance. It feels desolate and frigid even as you spy the top of the next house just above your fence. You can’t help but wonder how she ended up back there.

You bend, unsure of how to approach the woman. You fear waking her as much as you worry she may not be able to wake. You slip your hands under her shoulders, turning her flat and hooking your arms under hers. 

You haul her past the doorway, dragging her across the rough floorboards. You bend her legs as you go to close the door and stand facing it for just a moment as you process reality. You step back and over the woman, leaving her in the hallway as you try to decide what to do with her next.

It is just as Father Harvey read from the pages, ‘If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person?’

You’re not sure you’ll be able to maneuver her further on your own, and you’re just as nervous of going near her again. The thought of a call to the cops crosses your mind but you know it’s futile when it comes to those ones.

You take the kettle off the stove and pull out a mug and some tea to steep. You ponder a second cup but it would probably be cold before she comes to. If she does.

You sit at the table, a glimpse of her dirty blonde hair visible through the doorway. You turn your attention to the window instead as you watch the snow start to fall. You could try to find her brothers or whoever they are. The other ones you don’t speak to.

As you contemplate your fate and the strange woman, you blow over your tea and take your first sip. A small comfort amid a very uncomfortable situation. You empty half the mug before setting it down, your stomach churning with anxiety.

You put your head in your hand and close your eyes. It could be a nightmare. You might wake up and find the house as you left it the night before.  You cradle your forehead, keeping your other hand against the warmth of your mug. You hear the vents start, a gush of heat blowing in from under the table as the house thrums.

You hear the clatter of the furnace kicking up. You look up to the thermostat but something else catches your eyes. The figure standing off-kilter in the doorway, watching you as you gape back in shock. Realising it was not the furnace making so much noise, but her.

She doesn’t say a word, instead letting her lips slant and dragging a limp leg over to the stove. Without looking back, she opens a cupboard and takes down a cup of her own, perusing the other wares within. She shuts it with a snap and scoffs, pushing her head back as she rubs her neck.

“Do you have any damn coffee in this shit hole?” She sneers as she drops her hand.

You blink dumbly, put off by her demanding tone and the presumption of her search through your cupboards. As she opens another, you get up and near her, pulling over the canister of coffee against the wall. You hold it up but she doesn’t take it.

You glance over at her bloodied, broken nails. You’re too polite, honestly too afraid, to ask what’s happened to her. Whatever it was, it hardly seems to faze her.

You turn to load the coffee machine, the small single serve you rarely use yourself. Not since the woman across the street disappeared. She used to come now and again for coffee when her husband worked. You always prayed for her and her husband, he wasn’t a nice man.

You shut the lid and tap the brew button. Your mind wanders to the burnt foundation of the neighbour’s house. They found his body but not hers. You hope she was still out there, somewhere, alive. More than a month though and even your faith threatens to falter.

The machine’s grind quiets and you back up, startled by the woman’s reach as she drags the mug off the drip tray. You press yourself to the adjacent counter and look at her. You slide open a drawer and grab a teaspoon, offering it to her.

“I have sugar–”

“Black is fine,” her eyes flash at the silver utensil as she lifts the cup. Her greenish bluish irises carry a tint of yellow, “put that away.”

Her harsh snap surprises you. You put the spoon back and close the drawer. She staggers back, balancing the cup over her uneven gait. She puts her coffee down before dropping into a chair, barely keeping it from turning over under her.

“Close these fucking curtains,” she demands as he bends her head and shields her eyes, “the sun’s always a bitch after the moon.”

Her words don’t make much sense. You obey and pull shut the curtains above the sink, closing out the winter sun. There’s no reason she should be so affected, the sun is trapped behind a pillow of cold clouds.

“Good girl,” she praises and takes a loud slurp. 

You spin to face her, crossing your arms as you watch her. Your hand wanders up to your throat but finds only the nook of your collar bone. You’ve left your necklace in your jewellery box. A habit you’ve rarely broken.

‘Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven. Give, and it will be given to you.’

You remind yourself of the passage as wariness nips at your mind. You do not know this woman, you only know what is said of her. And as the Lord bids, one may not judge without first first accepting judgment themselves.

“What happened to you?” You finally muster the question from the maelstrom of fear and shock.

Her thick brows rise and she tilts her head. She sits sideways in the chair and leans back to look down at herself. As she takes in the shredded flannel hanging from her figure, she lifts her hand to touch the twigs caught in her hair. She laughs, greatly amused as she smothers it with a swig of coffee.

She pops her lips and wipes them with her filthy hand, “well, looks like I had a good night.”

She smiles, her teeth eerily long and white. The expression fills you with unease. You clasp your hands together over your stomach.

“Well, I could run you a bath and you could take some of my clothes. I have a bag I was going to donate at the church–”

“Oh, you are a good girl,” she winks, “you go to church?”

You nod, “every Sunday. It’s an open service.”

“Ha,” she guffaws, “I appreciate the invitation but it isn’t for me. I like the Catholic girls more than the Catholic rites.”

You slowly part from the edge of the counter. She is crass in a way that makes you uncomfortable, in the same way as the drunken men who come out of the old bar on Tilbury. She has no shame or it seems, sense. She is as unbothered by her torn flesh as she is by her similarly shorn clothing.

“I’ll get the tub going. The pipes will take time to heat up–”

“Ah ah,” she tuts as you turn on your heel, “what kind of good Christian does not offer a name?”

You face her again. You didn’t realise. You didn’t think to give it, somehow, it felt like giving more than just that. As if you were handing over something precious. But she is here in your home and the Lord treasures gracious hosts. So you say your name, feeling it leave your tongue like a vow.

“Beautiful,” she praises, “I am Yelena, or whatever you like me to be.”

You have nothing to say to her last remark. You leave her to your coffee and forget about your tea. You’re certain it’s already cold as ice. You head down the hallway and let yourself into the bathroom. You turn on the light as you enter and cross the small patchwork of tile to the tub.

You pull back the curtain and bend over the brim to twist the four-pronged faucets. The water spills out and you splash it up the porcelain to rinse it off, turning off the flow to let it drain before starting it again. You put the stopper in place and push yourself straight.

You take a deep breath as you leave the building humidity in the bathroom and stop short as you find the woman, Yelena, just outside. She smirks at the cross stitch in its round frame, reaching to touch the embroidery; Rejoice in the Lord, the threaded cursive reads with the wreath of flowers.

“Quaint,” she muses as her eyes list over in your direction, “your husband must love you. Blessed be the meek and all that.”

You shake your head and look down at your left hand. If your mother was still around, she’d be certain to loudly proclaim your lack of suitors. The woman hums, taking the hint. She surprises you as she claps her hand on your arm.

“Who needs em? Men,” she scoffs, “trust me, they are…” she pauses, considering her next words carefully, “useless.”

She releases you and you step aside, pointing her into the bathroom. She enters, limping still. You notice how her foot drags, her leg entirely limp. You step forward, lingering at the threshold.

“The towel is clean,” you instruct, “and the hot water will probably run out by the halfway mark–” you voice catches as she strips away the remnants of her shirt. Shamelessly, she pulls down the strap of her bra, the other one snapped, and bares her chest, “oh, but uh, I’ll leave you–”

She snickers, “I am not ashamed of how the Lord made me, feel free to admire his work.”

You gasp and latch onto the doorknob. You swallow and quickly swing the door shut, clinging to it as you blink at the peeling paint. You look down at your hand, feeling as though you can’t let go. You see her body still, her pert tits and knowing smile stir your stomach cloyingly. A sinful sensation that tingles down your spine.

You snatch your hand back and nearly stumble into the wall. You must pray and cleanse yourself of these feelings. Let the Lord forgive you.

🌔

You dig out a pair of jeans and a wool sweater from the box, adding a pair of socks and underwear to the stack before scooping it up. You hug the clothing as you head down the hall, listening to the stir of water through the door. 

You clear your throat and place the pile on the square table set against the wall. You lean in, voice catching as you try to make the words come out. You feel as if you’re being choked.

“There are clothes out here for you,” you call through at last.

“Mm,” you can hear her sultry hum, “thank you, sweet one.”

You back away, retracting as if scalded. You shudder and continue on to the kitchen. You take the mugs from the table and go to the sink to wash them. The house is still cold though the furnace has softened the nip in the air.

You dry off both cups and put them back in the cupboard. You empty out the filter in the coffee machine and push the canister of grinds back against the wall. Restlessly, you pace, contemplating what comes next. It is unkind to ask a guest to leave but you must. There’s something festering about this woman being in your home.

You should’ve left her in the cold. The thought brings you to a halt and you’re mortified by your own cruelty. You shake your head and trace a cross through the air with your fingers; forgive me, lord.

You go into the living room and sit on the couch, teetering on the edge as you lean forward, elbows on your knees and hands clamped together. You press your lips to your knuckles and close your eyes. 

A silty fatigue grits under your eyelids. You are suddenly very tired. You’re still hoping this is just a dream.

“Ah, there you are,” Yelena’s voice brings your head up, your head swelling dizzily.

You look over your shoulder as she struts across the room. She wears only the wool sweater, her legs naked as the hem hovers tenuously just below her pelvis. You gulp as you watch her, stunned by her speedy and complete recovery.

The cuts across her neck and face are gone, her legs show no blemish or scar, and she walks unimpeded. Her blond hair is damp but shiny, and her cheeks are rosy and full. You’ve never seen anyone look so enthralling.

“I feel much better, darling,” she declares as she combs her fingers through her hair, the sweater rising up her thighs, “oh, but you look less than… what is the matter, sweet one?”

“N-nothing,” you go to stand but she’s quick to meet you, blocking you as she stands before you, putting a hand out to keep you at bay, “I…” you gulp, your mouth dry and pasty, “I was going to make breakfast. Are you hungry?”

She looks down at you and turns her hand to cradle your chin, “I am ravenous.”

You stare up at her, hypnotised by the heat of her touch and the yellow flecks seeming to glow in her irises. She slips her hand down to your neck and leans her weight into you, urging you to sit back. You let her, trembling as your body surrenders against your will.

She brings herself down to her knees, moving to insert herself between hers. Her hand crawls down and she hisses as she clutches the silver cross hung around your neck. He yanks and snaps the chain, bringing a yelp from your lips. She flings it away and shows how the pendant left its shape burnt into her palm. You gape as her skin slowly fades back to normal.

“What…” you breathe.

“Shhh,” she presses her finger to your lips, “I will not hurt you. The moon has gone and my hunger has changed.”

Your eyes round as you squirm. Lord, give me strength. 

Her hand falls again and she gropes you through the cotton of your sweatshirt. You murmur as she squeezes and you feel it pluck deep down inside of you. You look down at her hand as she fondles you, her other creeping up to raise the bottom of your shirt.

Your mind screams for you to stop her. You know you should, you know what she’s doing is wrong, but you can’t. It’s as if your body is no longer your own. As if she’s possessed you with her touch alone.

She rolls your shirt above your chest, peeling down the cubs of your wireless bra as she leans forward. A glaze of shock paralyses you as you watch her press her lips to the curve of your tit. He kisses the flesh, teasing it with her tongue, then her teeth, nipping so you squeak.

“Delicious,” she purrs, as her thumb twirls around your hardened nipple.

Your hands ball against the cushion, the most you can muster as your muscles lock up. She keeps one hand on your chest as she trails down your stomach with her mouth. She dotes on your soft belly, her other hand edging around as she guides your hips forward. Her fingers curl around the top of your pants.

Her other hand brushes around your ribs and down your back. She grips the elastic of your pants, guiding them down, tugging them under your ass as she jolts your body. You groan as she pulls both underwear and pants down your thighs in a single swoop. 

A crack forms in your trance and you bring your hands together to shield your nakedness. You hid your cunt behind as she strips the fabric past your ankles. She tuts and lays a kiss along your calf. She makes a path up to your knee, then switches legs, kissing along your quivering thigh.

“Don’t be shy,” she growls, “the lord gives us all a purpose. He would not make anything so beautiful if he did not mean it to be admired.”

She leans back and reaches behind her hand. She tugs the sweater up over her head, disposing it on the floor as she presents herself to you. Naked and built like a statue, muscle hewn perfectly.

She pulls your hands away from your pelvis and leers between your legs. She pushes your hands down beside you and drags her own down your thighs. She lifts your legs, one at a time, opening you to her.

She bends as you shake, detached from your mortal shell as he bows her head over your lap. She reaches up grazing over your chest and to your neck. She stretches her hand across your throat and holds you in place as she pokes her cool tongue against your slick heat.

You’re just as surprised at the mingling of hot and cold as you are by your own arousal. She laps you up eagerly as your body responds, falling apart in an instant. You moan through your tight throat, wrapping your fingers around her wrist as you drop your head back. Your voice gristles out as you tilt your hips in welcome.

The scald of your repentance fades into that of your delight. Her tongue delves between your folds, dissembling you with each slow swipe, each swirl around your tender bud. Her fingertips tickle along your thigh, edging the crease of your pelvis and dipping down to your entrance. She prods, wiggling just inside as she eases into you little by little.

You gasp and gulp, rocking your hips in time with her. You can hear how much you want her, you can feel it flooding from you, dripping down her hand and spreading on her tongue. She buries her face against you as she devours you, urging you on as she builds her pace, jamming her fingers deeper and deeper.

You reach down without thinking and latch onto her head. You push her down, smothering her face in your cunt as you rut against her face. You feel the swell crest and your body quakes as the tension shatters and sweeps over you. Your orgasm gushes out around her fingers as your voice fizzles to a creaky whine.

She feels along your hand, carefully drawing it away as she raises her head. Her chin drips with your juices as she snickers, baring her wolfish teeth. Her eyes glimmer as she slips her fingers out of you. You squirm with the sudden emptiness.

She grabs the backs of your calves suddenly and stands, pulling you so you slip down, your shoulders on the cushion. She grips the front of your bunched shirt and hauls you onto the floor, bringing you to your knees. She lifts her leg over your shoulder, planting her foot on the couch behind you.

She pushes your face into her pelvis and you open your mouth. You taste her, tilting your head back as she stains your tongue with her desire. Your eyes roll back as she holds you there, her hips rolling as she grips a fistful of your hair.

“Kneel in worship of me, sweet one,” she cradles the back of your head as she brings you closer, “leave your false god behind.”

All doubt, all dread, dwindles away as you’re swallowed by the heat of temptation. The strength of your spirit succumbs to the weakness of your flesh. Forgive me, lord, oh please, forgive me for how sweet it is.

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[foggyxrayspecs]

Can you do a one shot of cub standing upright??

Sorry it’s the anon from before

YESSS. Thank you for being patient, friend! You got it! Here's a one-shot about a year and a half after the Security Measures main series. Warnings: dark-ish, sub-themes of human trafficking, heavy pet play Word Count: ~1500 Excerpt: You swallow down your growls. You straighten your spine against the stress. No slouching. Slouching turns to bending, bending turns to curling… You roll your shoulders back and puff out your chest intentionally. Your focus shifts back to your breath — the only thing you can control at the moment.

IN A WAREHOUSE IN YEKATERINBURG, RUSSIA It took roughly a thousand hours of mobility training and practice to get you here, but you are here on your own two feet.

You stand stoically, a sentinel outside the room where your owner engages in a high-stakes meeting with the Yekaterinburg mob boss. Your hard gaze wills your sight to bore through the closed door. Your auditory enhancements are dialed up to try and catch every sound, including the cadence of Yelena’s speech rhythms as she negotiates for keeps. 

You are dressed head-to-toe in black tactical. Always mindful of your comfort and mobility during missions, Yelena designed your suit to be roomy enough to accommodate any necessary movements. The fabric clings to your body but is not too tight, allowing flexibility without compromising protection. Your hood, a custom piece, resembles a K-9, complete with little ears that stand up on either side of your head. It extends with a longer snout build-out that provides ample space for a muzzle when required while still optimized for breathing. 

Around your neck, you proudly wear your day collar, a symbol of your loyalty and Yelena’s ownership. A simple bulldog harness adorns your torso, providing additional support and security. Plus, you love it when she tugs on the strap to pull you close. 

But it's the footwear that still feels strange to you. Yelena insisted you wear shoes after you accidentally burned the pads of your feet. These steel and supple leather boots have been expertly molded to fit your feet like a second skin. You wiggle your toes, still adjusting to the sensation so different from what you were accustomed to. So weird.

As the negotiation progresses, you study the tone of the voices in the room, Yelena's trademark confidence, and the mobster's unpredictable temperament. The rhythm of their conversation, the pauses, and the inflections become a catalog of information that you analyze every nuance for potential threats.

You swallow down your growls. You straighten your spine against the stress. No slouching. Slouching turns to bending, bending turns to curling downward… You roll your shoulders back and puff out your chest intentionally. A tiny bit of your focus shifts to your breath — the only thing you can control at the moment.

XXXXX

ONE YEAR AGO (TRAINING MONTAGE)

Yelena's determination to have you on more extended missions made her focus on your mobility earnestly. Due to the regulations that required HK-9s to travel in crates in the cargo holds of planes, Yelena wanted to find a way to keep you close to her side. So, she started you on a rigorous routine, retraining you to stand upright after spending most of your adult life walking on all fours.

The training began with early morning workouts, targeting your core muscles and balance. You could sit up on the ottoman for an entire movie as you gain strength. Well, if the movie wasn’t too scary (and didn’t set off your protective instincts enough to lunge at the screen.) From there, Yelena guided you to stand using support from a wall or other sturdy objects, allowing you to grow accustomed to being upright. Climbing up her while she stood was always your favorite exercise, with the instant reward of affectionate kisses and nuzzling.

Gradually, Yelena decreased the amount of support you required. With time and practice, you could stand unassisted for extended periods, your muscles growing stronger as she molded your body through her instruction.

Once you could stand freely, Yelena shifted her focus to re-teaching you how to walk. Advised by Oksana, she transformed the home gym by installing parallel bars and other physical therapy equipment, providing you with stable tools for practice. 

The effort wasn't without its snags. Melina offered her assistance when you experienced unexplained bouts of vertigo during your first steps. She expertly assessed your sensory inputs and made slight adjustments near your vestibular nerve (to reverse tampering from years ago), alleviating any concerns of nausea or dizziness. Your progress kicked into overdrive when you could stop worrying about losing your lunch.   

Yelena ensured the house environment was safe and free of obstacles, so you could no longer leave your toys everywhere. Bipedal-only walking days were implemented inside the house, pressing you to practice on surfaces like wood, carpet, tile, and grass. Yelena remained patient and positive throughout, even when frustration got the better of you. 

She stood by your side with a cane during sessions on the treadmill, gently tapping you on either calf to correct any toe-turning. She listened keenly to your body's messages and promptly ceased training if you experienced pain. She was better at that than you were. 

But the playful moment when you confidently moonwalked backward across the kitchen floor — a move taught to you by one of the widows during some downtime— signaled to Yelena that the time had come to take you out.

XXXXX

BACK IN THE CORRIDOR

You stand at attention as Yelena exits the dimly lit room; her expression is unreadable, and her gun is smoking. Her eyes briefly look up and meet yours, a fleeting acknowledgment. There is no need for words; you are leaving now. You fall into step beside her as you walk down the corridor. Your eyes sweep the area and over her head, knowing that four widows are covertly covering the building but will not reveal themselves unless signaled. 

Together, you and Yelena move in sync, a well-practiced vigilance. Each turn you take, each hallway you navigate, brings you closer to the exit. Yelena quickens her pace, and you adjust accordingly, seamlessly matching her movements. You share an unspoken understanding, a mutual trust forged through countless missions and shared experiences.

Finally, you reach the exit. With a subtle nod, you guide her toward the sleek egress vehicle, its polished exterior gleaming under the moon. The car door opens soundlessly, and Yelena gracefully slides into the driver’s seat. You ensure her safety with a gentle click as the door closes.

The engine purrs softly. With a smile on her lips, she reaches over and opens the passenger door, motioning for you to join her. She whispers with her voice laced with pride and anticipation, "Get in, cub." 

XXXXX

AT A SAFE HOUSE NEAR THE AIRPORT

She opens the door for you when you get out of the car. You reach out, then stop yourself. Yelena looks back at you and smiles softly, then reaches to curl her pinkie around your index finger. “You always need a leash, yes?” You roll your eyes. She continues while leading you to the door, “You know you love it.”

You smile shyly with a shrug and sign. Maybe just a little.

Yelena opens the house with her security access, then locks it down when you are both inside. Once in your bedroom, Yelena stands before you, her eyes scanning your tactical gear. “You did a very good job, my cub, and you looked very cool in your new suit.” 

Yelena’s inspections were familiar after a mission, but this time, she had a mischievous glint in her eyes. With deliberate movements, she approached you, her fingers deftly undoing the fastenings of your suit, one by one. 

You stood still, anticipation building as she removed each piece. As her fingers released the buckles of your harness, the straps fell away. When she unzipped the suit, her fingers brushed against your skin, igniting a trail of shivers. The hood was the next to come off. Her fingers lingered, tracing the contours of the muzzle as she set it aside.

Yelena's touch ghosted over the day collar, a silent affirmation of her possession. With gentleness, she leaned forward to press her lips against the lock that symbolized your devotion.

With every piece of clothing removed, you stood before Yelena, bared and vulnerable. Her eyes met yours, a mixture of affection and possessiveness shining in them. She took a step closer, caressing your cheek, and whispered, "You're mine." You close your eyes briefly, then open them, knowing that her claim extends far beyond the physical. 

You take a long breath and sign. Please?

Yelena smiles slowly and nods once. “Kneel.”

A wave of relief hits you, and you can barely help yourself from folding in midair.

As you lower yourself, your eyes never leave hers while your perspectives are inverted. You go from towering over her down to her eye level, then lower until you are on your knees, looking up at your owner.

It's hard to describe the transference. Looking down at Yelena makes you feel protective, strong, and ready. It also makes you feel loving and compassionate. When you look down at her, you see not only her physical appearance but also her vulnerability. You see a person who trusts you. 

But looking up at someone you love can also be a very intimate experience. It makes you feel safe and protected. It makes you feel excited and grateful. When you look up at Yelena, you see her body but also her soul. You see the person who makes you feel happy, loved, and cherished.

After a thousand hours of training to stand and move, it becomes clear that kneeling for her requires no time at all.

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[harryspet]

raised by wolves | b.barnes & y.belova

[Warnings] dark!alpha!bucky x reader, grey!yelena x reader, bucky x reader x yelena, bucky barnes x yelena belova, werewolf au, a/b/o dynamics, beta!reader, wilson!reader, stalking, forced mating/marking, noncon/dubcon, raunchy threesome ahead, polyamory, oral sex (female recieving), dominant/submissive, unprotected sex, hints at breeding, forced orgasms, kidnapping (pretty much), bucky is a dumb alpha, yelena is a good teacher 

A/N: My inspiration for this is basically seeking sister wife meets GoT dany/drogo lol

In which Bucky and Yelena find the mate of their dreams. 

word count: 8k 

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“Sam, you really didn’t have to do this.”

You had rolled your eyes so hard when you saw him pull into the dirt road you called your driveway. He lugged brown paper bags full of groceries into your home despite the fact that you had already budgeted and created a list for what you were going to get on your next trip. Your vegetable plants were already sprouting and that was going to save you even more money. 

“Your idea of a full and satisfying meal is totally different from mine. Mama always made us three meals a day, and snacks, to keep us healthy, and your little vegetable diet is not going to keep you strong.”

“So you think I’m getting weaker?” You followed your older brother into your own kitchen and he began to pile all of the food into your mostly empty cabinets. Your kitchen was built into a small, half square shape with old oak cabinets and an even older, green refrigerator, “Sam, I will continue to run circles around you until we’re old and decrepit.” 

“Hey, I’ll admit you’ve beaten me a few times but you ain't never ran circles around me. Besides that, I know for a fact you couldn’t beat me right now. When is the last time you’ve even shifted? How much do you even exercise when you’re spending all your time reading, going to work, and playing in your little garden?”

Your lips parted in shock, “I shift every week … at least! And I do exercise! I’ve got miles and miles of forest surrounding me, plenty of room to exercise and you know what’s even better about that? I don’t have to wake up to your yapping and I don’t have to fall asleep anywhere near your smelly butt.”

Sam simply smiled and you realized he was getting a kick out of riling you up. You and Sam were always close and it was dumb of you to assume that the he’d be able to give you more space even after moving so far away. He’d traveled five hours just to come and see you. 

“And your sparring skills? You don’t have anyone to practice with.”

“Sam, I’m fine,” His face fell a little and you wondered where his usual light-hearted spirit had gone, “You came up here for a different reason, right?”

He went quiet, piling frozen meat into your small freezer, “Sam?” You pried again, approaching him with your arms crossed, “What’s up?” 

“Bucky escaped. When he got caught by those hunters, we thought they would kill him. Turns out, they’ve just been poking and prodding at him for years.”

“He . . .” The news jarred you and suddenly Sam’s visit made even more sense, “But he doesn’t have a pack.”

“You think Bucky Barnes needs a pack to be strong,” It was sarcastic and you knew Sam was only being blunt because he was serious. And probably scared too, “And we didn’t get news about his escape until this week. He’s been out for months. Plenty of time to form allegiances.”

“But he doesn’t … he doesn’t know where I-”

“Y/N,” He warned, a hint of his alpha tone threatening to escape his mouth, “Me coming here was a risk, I know that, but you staying is even more of a risk.”

Barnes killed his father for a title that was meant to be honorably passed down to him. When his own mother resisted his rule, he killed her too. He expected everyone to bow down to him but most of his pack sought refuge in places like our pack, The Red Wing Pack. 

“And bring chaos back to Red Wing?” You shook your head, “It’s not worth it.”

Sam sighed, and you sensed that he was expecting your answer. He wouldn’t have brought all these groceries if he’d expected you to leave with him.

“He killed every hunter and scientist in the building where they were keeping him. I got word from the Sokovian pack after they cleaned everything up, burned the whole place down. He’s bloodthirsty, little sister. He’s going to want land, he’s going to want power, and he’s going to want mates. Dad had no idea what Bucky would turn out to be when he promised you to him. He also didn’t know you’d present as a Beta.”

Everything about the pack system was archaic. That was the whole reason why you moved far away from your entire family. Bucky Barnes’s father saved your own father’s life years before you were even born. He saved your entire pack and he promised his first born daughter to the first born son of his new ally. The union would create one of the strongest pack allyships on the continent. 

“And no one would ever concede their power to him, let alone marry him!”

“Alpha Romanov has allied with him, she helped him kill Alpha Barton.”

You froze, “Clint is dead? That doesn’t make any sense. Why would Natasha have him killed?”

“She believes in Bucky. That he’s going to come out on top during all of this. That outweighed her loyalty. That’s why you’re just my first stop on my road trip. I’m meeting with lots of packs. We’re gonna need a strong force to combat this and we have to be prepared for anything-”

“Including war?” 

Sam nodded, “Including war.”

“Sam, you know I don’t want any part of that. It’s enough that Dad basically sold me like his most prized horse. I don’t want or need a pack. I want to be … normal.” 

Sam’s face was sullen, “You’ll call me every few days? It’s hard knowing you’re alone out here. And if I don’t hear from you, you know I’ll-”

“Send the whole pack for me? I know,” You sighed. You felt a bit suffocated by the news you’d received. Bucky Barnes was a real reason to panic but you’d already made yourself less of a target and Sam would never reveal where you lived. Besides that, you had no reason to believe that Bucky would come after you. You’d never met him, by the time you were born, he’d already established himself as the troubled son who’d run away from his pack, leading a group of rogues and causing catastrophe in his path. Your Dad passed away when you were still a toddler, and even if he was alive, he’d never allow Bucky near you, “Thank you for the groceries, Sam.”

Sam clapped his hands together, “You’re welcome. I guess that’s my cue to get out of your hair.”

“I’ll call whenever I can.”

Sam pulled you into a hug, leaving a comforting kiss on your forehead. 

Three weeks passed and you’d spoken to Sam at least four times. Every conversation was similar with Sam updating you on his progress, how many packs he’d spoken to, and how many agreed to fight against Bucky if the time came. That if was slowly turning to when. With each pack, Sam was also learning more rumors about Bucky. He’d taken Yelena, Alpha Romanov’s sister as a mate, a symbol for his alliance with the Black Widow pack. He’d also gained alliances with at least two smaller packs by challenging the Alphas and winning their packs through killing them. 

The conversations were turning more gruesome and you began to call Sam less and less. It wasn’t that you weren’t about your big brother but you knew he could take care of himself. Besides that, the more you think about home, the more you were distracted during your new life. There was a small town twenty minutes from your cottage, there were only about ten shops in the downtown area, and you’d manage to get a job at Wagging Pet Grooming. Your boss noted your incredibly unique energy that seemed to calm down any scared dog. 

A blonde woman entered the shop and you greeted her with a smile, expecting a dog to be in tow. You could tell she was shorter from just standing on the other side of the counter from her. She didn’t even have a purse, you noted, her hands in the back pocket of her jeans, “Hi, can I help you with something?”

The fact that you didn’t recognize her as one of the usual customers set off a small alarm in your mind. 

“Hi,” There was a layer of sweat on her forehead and she sounded as if she was out of breath, “I’m sorry to bother you. I’m not from around here, I was just stopping in my car for a second, and it totally pooped out. You wouldn’t happen to be able to jump me, would you?”

Her accent alone was a good indication that she wasn’t from here. You rounded the front counter, “Where’s your car?”

“In front of the hardware store across the street,” She pointed out the glass window.

“Uhm, let me close up the store, and I’ll bring my car around front.”

“Oh, thank you so much …” Her eyes met with your nametag, “Kelly, you’re saving my life.”

It was easier and safer for you to have a new name as well as a completely made up background. 

You did as you said. Bringing your dinged up jeep to the other side of the street where she was waiting. You had your own jumper cables and learning how to use them was one of the first things you learned when you went out on your own. 

You attached the cables the way you remembered, “Okay, I’m gonna turn my car on and then you try to start yours.” Her car was quite nicer than yours, a practically brand new crossover. 

It only takes two tries for her car to turn on. 

When you moved to detach the cables, she got out the car to hug you, “Oh my god, Kelly, you’re amazing,” It catches you off guard and you mostly go stiff though her hugging abilities are quite impressive, “Sorry, I should buy you lunch. Can I buy you lunch?”

You instantly shook your head, “No but thank you. I packed mine. And uhm, you should get driving anyways. You wanna keep the car running for a while.” 

“Oh,” She smiled brightly at you, “Well, I won’t bother you any longer. It was nice to meet you, Kelly. Us single girls have to stick together, right?”

“Right.”

The way she spoke your fake name made your mouth twitch, ruining the facade of the kind look you were giving her. She was beautiful, no doubt, and that made you curious why she was traveling alone. You supposed you could say the same thing about yourself. You said a brief goodbye to her, watching as she pulled away in her car. Her gaze was so intense before that you could almost feel it lingering on you still. 

Sam warned you against shifting as well as making sure you were never being followed when returning from work. In this part of the country, the population was so small that there was rarely any news of crimes being committed. The last controversy you heard while in town was about one deer hunter accidentally shooting another. And you didn’t have to worry about deer hunters either. It would be impossible for a human to catch a Beta werewolf, gun or no gun. 

You could shift anytime you needed but the full moon was nearing and your wolf was aching to escape. You’d stick close by the perimeter of your property and you’d make your way back as soon as your wolf was satisfied. 

You left your work clothes folded by a tree, letting the light of the moon peeking through the trees soak your naked skin for a brief moment. You imagined that if you were a human girl, being naked in the woods at night would be a grave nightmare. For you, this felt like the most normal you could possibly be. 

 When you were in wolf form, there were no to do lists to go over and little to no worries that ever crossed your mind. You only thought of the stretching of your limbs, the wind through your brown fur, the presence of the moon goddess, and the desire to hunt. Your wolf certainly wouldn’t survive on your usual diet for vegetables and you found yourself more hungry for meat than usual. You traveled farther than usual, using a trail that you’d mentally mapped out yourself. 

Hunting was much easier in groups and you knew this. You decided to hunt a much smaller prey, one that didn’t have hooves and antlers that could injure you. You were careful when you spotted a rabbit along the trail. You kept your distance, following it for a long while, until it perked up, realizing that you were there and it was in imminent damage. The rabbit was fast but you were much faster. You pounced on it, immobilizing it with your paws before quickly biting its throat. You bit at it excitedly, starting with the largest internal organs.

Your excitement was short lived, suddenly realizing that you’d just become someone else’s prey. You were distracted long enough for another wolf to enter your vicinity but you wasted no time, deciding to sprint away as fast as you could. By the smell, you could sense lots of wolves, but most importantly, you could sense an Alpha. 

You weren’t weak by any means, but you weren’t as strong as you could be. There wasn’t enough time to think about Sam being right but you were sure that thought would come to haunt you later. You couldn’t lead them back to your cottage but you knew you couldn’t out run them forever. You were weak, and wolves could chase their prey for days on end. 

Suddenly, your chance to panic and plan was interrupted. Whoever had found you, caught up to you much faster than you could even comprehend. You turned up, trying to trip them up or send them tumbling into the base of the tree. They kept their footing despite your attempt, and just like the rabbit, you were pounced on next. 

You rolled together with a mass of muscle and black fur, the only sound in your ears was the Alpha’s deafening growl. Red eyes stared down at you as your body was pinned. You fought back of course, landing some deep bites to his skin, but that only left you open for him to stick his fangs deep into your neck. An Alpha’s bite to the neck served two purposes, to kill or to mate. When the Alpha didn’t immediately rip out your throat, confusion clouded you rather than fear. You were waiting to die and you certainly preferred it to the alternative. 

He slowly removed his teeth, leaving you whimpering loud enough to wake the dead. You were a Beta, you deserved the respect of being courted, of your father’s permission being granted, and your own approval being considered. 

He’d bit into your scent gland, marking you like you were an Omega. Worse than that. He’d marked you like you were less than Omega. 

You didn’t recognize his scent. Only that he smelt similar to those you knew from the Winter Pack. As you put the pieces together, Sam’s voice echoed in your head. 

Blood dripped from his mouth as he admired his word, sniffing the wound, before pressing his snout into your forehead. He was taking in your scent which was rapidly changing into one that would match a mated female. Through the corners of your eyes, you saw several wolves were now surrounding the two of you. They’d keep their because of him but you wish greatly someone would drag your body away or at least finish the job. 

You couldn’t keep your eyes open for much longer with the pain becoming too much. The last thing you saw was a blonde she-wolf, one with shining blue eyes, and you were lulled to sleep as she licked your wounds.

It all happened to be a nightmare. That’s why you awoke in the lavender sheets and polkadot comforter of your own bed. The sun was peeking through your curtains like they always did and you already had your usual craving of a cup of hot coffee. All was fine, except you realized you could barely move your own face. As you turned your head only a little bit, pain shot through your body. 

Tears slipped down your face, from the pain and from the realization that you’d been mated without your consent. You were clothed, at least,  plaid pajamas wrapped your legs and you could tell you were wearing a t-shirt with the name of a state college. You reached to touch your neck, feeling the texture of a gauze. It took all your strength to sit yourself up. 

You noted the way the other side of your bed looked slept in. You closed your eyes, taking a painful breath as you swung your legs over the side of the bed. In the mirror sitting on top of your dresser, you could see your own reflection. You felt like a bus had hit you, but other than the blood soaked gauze on your shoulder, your face was glowing. Your eyes were brighter, your eyelashes longer, and even your plump lips had more color. 

Your phone came to mind. Your instinct was to call him though you didn’t know how’d you be able to face him once he laid eyes on the mark on your neck. You wanted to cry more but you forced yourself to wipe away your tears. He’d invaded your home, violated your body, and you couldn’t let him have one more thing over you. 

Mate bonds could only be broken by death. It was him or you. When your bedroom door opened, a shirtless man appeared, his thick muscles on full display. Instead of burning red eyes, you were looking into blue ones. A sharp contrast from yesterday. His hair was long and dark with facial hair peppering his jaw. What you saw yesterday night was a man of nightmares and you almost felt … underwhelmed by the sight of him. The big, bad Alpha was actually handsome.

Go to him. You are his. 

As he stepped inside the room, you backed yourself into the corner of the room. You winced at your movements, your hand rising to touch your neck. In his hands was a glass plate and you noticed the mountain of scrambled eggs, sausage links and strips of bacon. He lifted the plate, emphasizing it, as if he was saying it was meant for you. 

“Don’t come closer!” You strained to yell, “Don’t.” He took a few steps before kneeling down to place the plate on the ground, sliding it closer to you. 

Alpha wants to feed you. Let Alpha take care of you. 

When did your wolf become so needy?

The only reaction he displayed was annoyance. There was a standoff of looks between you and you didn’t move any closer to the food like he was expecting. You slid down the wall, pulling your knees to your chest, your hand cradling your wound as it ached. You breathed heavily to keep yourself from crying.

Bucky took a seat in front of your bedroom door. If you jumped out the window, you imagined he’d chase you and there was no way you were getting past him inside. The two of you stared at each other for a solid thirty minutes before Bucky moved. He crawled over to grab the plate from the floor and you were forced to watch as he devoured all of the food. 

When he finished, he stood up from his spot and left the room, “Where are you going?” You stood too, speed walking to the door, only to stop at its entrance. You watched from the door frame as he walked into your kitchen and began to scrub the plate. 

You walked to your front door which was adjacent to the small living room. Through the screen door you could see your jeep still out front. Your phone was probably still inside. As soon as you opened the door, a hand reached above you to close it. His scent surrounded you, threatening to suffocate you, and deep down you felt an urge to touch his naked chest. You did but only to push him away from you. He stepped back, not because you had any effect on you, but because he seemed to be granting you the space you wanted. 

You watched as he reached into his shorts, pulling out your phone and you quickly snatched it from his hands. Has he been through all of your stuff? You stepped away from him, feeling his eyes on your back, as you easily found Sam’s contact number. 

“Y/N?”

“Sam, I-I..” You couldn’t stop your voice from choking up, “I’m okay, I’m alive, just a little hurt.”

“What does that mean?” Your older brother rushed out. 

“Sam, don’t say anything. He’s listening,” You could feel his heart dropping to his stomach, “Remember what we talked about the last time you were here. You don’t need to send anyone after me and I don’t want you to see me like this, either. You’re prepared for this. You know the smart thing to do.”

“I’ll kill him.”

Sam rushing into battle after you would only get him killed. You hoped he’d eventually calm down and think clearly about this. 

“I’m sorry,” You told him solemnly, “I love you. Goodbye.” 

When you turned to look at Bucky, his arms were crossed over his chest. Sadness was replaced by pure hatred in your eyes. You didn’t care that he was an Alpha or that he’d staked his claim on you. You could still hurt him.

With all the energy you could muster, you rushed towards him, pelting him with your fists. That same annoyed look crossed his face. He didn’t even bother shielding himself, he took every hit you threw at him, and when he had enough, he yanked you up by your waist. Kicking and screaming, he brought you back to the bedroom. You’re a Beta, you should be able to at least hurt him, but every effort was futile. 

Do not hurt Alpha. Alpha will take care of us. 

He pinned you on the bed with your hands above your head. He straddled your legs as he carefully removed your bandage. With analytical eyes, he looked over your wound, and he did the last thing you were expecting or ready for, “Wait-”

He licked your wound. 

Alpha is healing us. 

You expected a sharp stinging but unbelievable pleasure spread through your body. All the pain was fading as you writhed beneath him. He was careful, cleaning you, and fast forwarding the healing process. This is what being mated was supposed to feel like yet you couldn’t accept this. Couldn’t accept him. 

Your body betrayed you and just from the touch of his lips against your shoulder, you climaxed hard. You hadn’t known your body could even do that but Bucky didn’t seem to be phased by it as he looked down into your drunken daze. 

The pain was gone but that didn’t make you any less frightened. The most dangerous Alpha in the country had you pinned beneath you. And he wasn’t at all finished with you, “Get off!” You begged, feeling as though he was pushing your pride lower and lower. 

He moved his legs from around you and before you could try to wiggle away, he was pulling down your bottoms, “No, no, no–” He let your arms go but quickly grabbed ahold of your waist. He flipped your body over, straddling your legs again. He pushed down on your back, pressing your chest and face into the bed as he pressed himself against your ass. You could feel just how ready he was, and as he pushed your panties to the side, he’d be able to tell how much your body was ready. 

“Bucky, please!” It was a desperate attempt to use his name. He marked you like you were random trash on the street, why would he care how you felt. 

Bucky didn’t waste time teasing you. As soon as his member was free, he was sheathing it deep inside of you. You felt you might melt into your sheets. You were so full of him. He was so much a part of you. Destroying you. He didn’t need to hold you down, only pull your hips back against him, as he did what was natural to him. You gripped the sheets tightly, a gasp forced out your lips with each hard thrust. 

The sounds that left his mouth were animalistic as he grinded his hips into you. The deeper he went, the more it hurt in the best way possible. He tortured you when he pulled himself all the way out of you only to push himself back in. You were crying again, this time from all the hormones being released inside you. You found yourself climaxing again causing your body to shake and your hips to spasm against him. 

Even after he spilled into you, he groaned and thrust himself inside you a few final times. You felt you collapse if he hadn’t held onto you. He turned you on your side, keeping himself inside of you, as he collapsed behind you. 

Bucky had his way with you that exact way four more times that day. It was the same way for the next week. He’d make you food and he’d enter you from behind any chance that he got. You were forced to eat eventually, the constant sex leaving you even weaker than before. You explained to him that you had to go to work or your boss might get suspicious of your absence but he seemed to already know this. How long had he been tailing you and how had you not noticed? 

He drove you to work and picked you up right as your shift ended. Your boss asked about the new, mysterious man and she could hardly believe you had any sort of romantic interest. She didn’t seem to care enough to ask you any further questions and you supposed that there wasn’t anything a human could do to help you anyways. 

He didn’t leave your side much when you weren’t at work and he still hadn’t spoken a word to you. He took care of you, like your wolf had promised, bathing you and cuddling you into the most peaceful sleeps of your life. 

Your wolf was growing comfortable which frightened you close to death. 

Sam would come eventually, whenever he formed a big enough army, and what would he think of what you were turning into. You were below an Alpha’s mate. He didn’t even look at you as he rutted into you. He was only satiating his primal desires. 

One night after your shift, he didn’t lead you back into the cottage. He urged you to follow him to the tree line and you watched, stumbling back, as he shifted into his wolf form. Human you stared back at the six foot tall werewolf, and his eyes were a normal blue, telling you that he was calm. Your heart raced, your mind bringing you back to the mark on your neck, and he clearly felt your hesitancy.

Shift, you finally heard his voice. The word traveled over your skin and you could feel your wolf pushing to the front of your consciousness. It was a painful process, the snapping of your bones, causing you to cry out as you fell to your knees. Don’t fight it, you heard him again. 

Bucky towered over your whimpering figure and he began to press his snout into your neck before licking your face. A sign of affection as well as a sign of dominance. Your wolf was much happier to be with him. She followed him closely as he led her, feeling comfortable enough to even try to play with him. He held his head high, his tail in the air, as you ran around him. 

You traveled only a handful of miles before you reached what you knew was a camp. You stuck by Bucky as you passed a few shifted wolves. They bowed their heads as Bucky passed and moved through the camp. Large tents were set up in a circle, the middle of the camp serving as a place for food to be made, an area to socialize, a market, and stations for tools and weapons to be made. Even those in their human forms, bowed to their Alpha as we passed. Before you reached the largest tent at the end of the camp, Bucky shifted back into his human form and you soon heard the first word he’d actually spoken to you. “Shift,” He commanded, and like before, your wolf was forced to cooperate. 

Instinctively, your hands moved to cover your chest as you rose from the ground. You looked around, sure you looked like a frightened puppy, as your eyes met with a few members of the pack. You weren’t exposed for long as Bucky took your wrists in his hand, dragging you into the tent. You couldn’t note any of the features inside as your eyes immediately connected with a familiar blonde. The woman who needed help with her car. 

She’d clearly mellowed out, no longer having to fake her niceness. She wore a long, black sundress, her blonde hair tied in a bun, and her collarbone showed a mating mark just like yours. She approached you as Bucky walked away from you. For a moment, you were wishing he was holding you again. How was it that you were more frightened of her at that moment?

You still covered your chest, and in the corner of your eyes, you saw Bucky dressing himself. She eyes your neck marking, “That’s gnarly,” She commented. Her mark was much neater than yours, a sign that she had accepted it willingly, “How bad did it hurt?”

“Why?” Yelena knew what you meant by that. Your anger was obvious as you spoke through gritted teeth. 

“Hey, it wasn’t my idea. I’d never voluntarily put suppressants in my system,” That explained why you never smelt her and that meant she knew exactly what you were the entire time she was trying to get close to you, “I still wanted to meet you though. You’re much prettier than we were both expecting. We were expecting a carbon copy of Sam Wilson but you’re quite special.”

Instinctively, you looked to Bucky who was stoic as usual. They both had been watching you. Taking multiple mates was a common practice in the old days. It was rare nowadays as our populations were growing and the negative attitudes toward female shifters had changed. 

Bucky added nothing to the conversation, leaving the tent a moment later, “I’m sure you’ve noticed he’s not much of a talker. It’s always the quiet ones …” Yelena’s voice trailed off, “Let me get you something to wear.”

The dress she chose was a cream color, a contrast to hers, but you were glad to not be so vulnerable in front of her. The tent’s bed was low to the ground, covered in various quilts, and it was quite large in size. There was a bear skin rug to decorate the ground and several wooden baskets made for storage. Other than a small table that sat two, there was a wooden basin you assumed was for bathing. 

“What’s his plan?” You asked, sitting a few inches from Yelena on the edge of his bed. You finally had someone to actually communicate with and you wouldn’t waste the opportunity, “For me, I mean.”

“His evil plan?” She smiled mischievously, “My guess is he’s going to force an alliance with your Alpha Sam. He’d probably do anything for you, right?”

“He wouldn’t give up everything he believes in for me,” You shook your head. 

“Then he’ll die, I suppose,” You scowled at her and she raised her hands in defense, “Sorry, that was harsh. I just mean that everyone will surrender in the end, whether there’s war or not. But, don’t tell him I said this, I have a suspicion that he wants you for much more than an alliance.”

Eyebrows raised, you asked, “What do you mean?”

“He speaks your name in his sleep. I’ve noticed a few times. That’s why I was so curious to meet you.”

That could mean nothing. You hoped it meant nothing. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you were surprised you hadn’t flinched at her touch. You didn’t meet her eyes as her small fingers traveled over your scars. Although you hadn’t sensed she was a wolf when you first met, her scent still felt familiar. You realized you’d seen her on the night you were bitter. The blonde wolf, “I could feel how scared you were,” She spoke absentmindedly, “I didn’t like seeing you like that, but if there’s anything I learned these past months, is that Bucky doesn’t cause pain without a purpose.”

“Why did you choose this? To be with him?”

Your eyes closed as you felt a soft kiss on your shoulder. It was unusual, not feeling the stubble of Bucky’s beard. 

“I think you’ll see soon. I can tell my soul is similar to his, like we’ve been tortured by the same things. Bucky’s not so bad, really,” Her warm breath was gentle against your skin and you wondered how someone who wasn’t your mate could have this effect on you, “And he promised me that if I let him take the lead with me, he’d let me take the lead with someone else. I know you’re fighting much of your nature, but you can let your guard down with me.’

She was a Beta like you, you weren’t meant to follow her, but she wasn’t trying to force the submission out of you. It felt like you had a choice with her, and selfishly, you wanted to feel more of that. When she leaned in to kiss you, you didn’t pull away from her, and with her hand on your cheek, you let her guide you. 

Bucky never kissed your lips like this and you found yourself wanting her so bad that you kissed her until your lips were aching. You leaned back into the bed as she climbed on top of you, parting your legs with her knees. She pressed her knee towards your center, leaving you grinding against her desperately for more friction, “He fucks you like an animal, doesn’t he?” She purred, “You poor thing.”

She moved her leg in the center to your other side before she grabbed your hands. You thought she might pin them above your head but she placed them on her own hips, “He loses control with you. He wants to own you,” She pulled the ribbon from her hair, freeing it before she ran her fingers through it. All the while she was grinding her hips against you, allowing you to fully look at her, how her nipples poked through her thin dress and feel the curves of body, “I’m sure a girl like you needs a rough fucking every now and then but you want someone to make love to you, hmm?”

She held your breast in her hands, massaging them, as she skillfully moved her hips against your crotch. As her fingers tightly squeezed the most sensitive parts of your nipple, you thought you might cum from that alone, “Look at me,” She directed, snapping you from your trance, “I’ll teach you to make love, printcessa.”

She moved your hands to her bottom, encouraging you to squeeze and feel as she leaned down to resume your kissing.

“Go as slow as you want, and you don’t have to bounce. Grinding feels the best. You can control the speed and how deep you want it.” The first time you had sex was a few days ago and yet you had no idea how versatile it could be, “And let him see you. Let him gaze at you, take in all of your beauty. You’re the girl of his dreams. Don’t let him forget you’re the treasure, why else would he work so hard to have you.” 

“I can’t-” You moaned as she kissed your neck.

“You can,” She whispered into her ear. She suddenly stopped her movements, leaving you high and dry, “You will.”

The camp of rogues wasn’t at all what you expected it to be. You couldn’t imagine them as the ones causing death and carnage all around the country. The people were almost friendly. Almost friendly because you were still an outsider to them and someone who was a supporter of modern pack dynamics. They followed Bucky because of his promise to bring back traditional values. They believed in him enough to kill and murder for him. 

You supposed you had no right to judge their sins after you let your moment with Yelena get so heated. Now, you were stuck to her side as she showed you around, “This place is only temporary. We’ve only been here a few weeks. Bucky plans on traveling south soon.”

“And what about everything I have here?”

“You have me now. You have us,” Yelena said matter-of-factly, “Don’t tell me you dream of working your whole life.”

“I dream of having something that’s mine.”

“Hmm,” Yelena carefully connected freshly picked flowers together. The two of you sat together on a picnic bunch, a group of women having gracefully provided her with several baskets of flowers, “Well, maybe if you play house good enough with Bucky, he’ll want to stay. It seems like he was having fun with you.”

“This is fucked,” Yelena giggled at that.

“You’re telling me. Here, let me show you how to make a lei.”

You held up your hand, “I can make a leigh. We used to make them all the time for the mating ceremon–” You turned to her with wide eyes, “A mating ceremony? When?”

“Tonight,” She stated and she scooted closer as she felt you begin to panic, “All the firsts are almost done. This is the last step, I promise, and then you can find your new normal.”

With watering eyes you looked at her, “And what do I say to Sam?”

“That you’re doing your best, printcessa.”

The full moon shone above all of you, a cool breeze caressing you while the large bonfire warmed you simultaneously. There was singing all around you, the lyrics of pagan songs about the moon goddess provided sweet sounds in your ear. It calmed you almost as much as all the red win in your system. 

There was a lot of dancing, even before the ceremony was to take place. Bucky sat alone on a tree stump watching as you and Yelena hopped together around the fire. Every now and again, she’d press her lips to yours, allowing you to taste the wine on her own lips. 

The song was about dancing, dancing around the fire, spirits dancing, the moon goddess dancing, all under the moonlight, “Come,” Yelena suddenly grabbed your hand, dragging you around the circle and you were laughing until suddenly you were chest to chest with him. He grabbed your arms to steady you and you almost saw the hint of a grin on the evil Alpha’s lips, “My beautiful lovers. I could cry just looking at you.”

She joined you and Bucky’s hands together. The singing continued, this time a softer ballad about how the Moon Goddess gave each one of her creatures a soulmate. A lei of red flowers was placed over your head and a lei of white flowers was placed over him. A transfer of innocence. In your case, it was forcefully taken.

Everyone began to surround the two of you, red candles in each of their hands. “Alpha, take Y/N as your lawfully wedded mate. Be faithful to her in times of strife, bring children lovingly from the Goddess’s arms, and honor her for the rest of her life,” It was perfectly recited by every member, and soon, in the eyes of the Moon Goddess, the two of you were wed. 

The celebrations began again and would most likely continue until the early hours of the morning. It was customary to cover the sounds of the bride and groom’s consummation. Bucky kept one of your hands in his and your other was quickly warmed again by Yelena’s as they led you back to the tent. 

Bucky’s face was warm with color and you now knew that this is what he looked like when he was happy. He didn’t waste any time with you, burying his face above your scent gland, as he pulled the sleeves of your dress down. The fabric piled at your feet, leaving you completely exposed, but you weren’t frightened of it like before. 

“Sit,” He told you and you slowly sat down on the bed, “Yelena.” The way he spoke her name was like dripping honey. 

He did the same to her, undressing her slowly, but she had the honor of undressing him next. You watched them kiss and you couldn’t help but imagine her lips on yours, how softly possessive they were. Her hands wandered lower to his manhood, palming the large member. He grunted and he must’ve felt overwhelmed because his hand wrapped around her throat, allowing him more control. 

When they finally pulled away, your legs were crossed over each other, your center beginning to ache. Bucky looked at you with so much hunger and you moved further back on the bed in an attempt to brace yourself. Yelena lingered beside the bed, taking her time to watch the two of you next.

As he crawled on top of you, you held out your hand, pressing against his chest to stop him, “Bucky, wait,” He was confused by your effort to touch him and only responded by pushing your hand away. He used all his strength to grab you by your hips and turn your body over. You gripped the sheets tightly and you could barely take in a deep breath before he was pushing into you. 

His first movements were slow but deep, and you winced at every single one. You tried to keep your balance as you held yourself on all fours even as he began to pound into you. A calming hand ran across the length of your back before it began to play in your hair, “Slow, rodnoy,” She spoke to him, using a pet name in her native tongue, “You’ll break her before she has a chance to pleasure me.”

Bucky was still taking you from behind, this time slower, as she placed a kiss on your shoulder and then leaned down to kiss your cheek. She maneuvered herself in front of you, sitting as she spread her legs before you, “Kiss me here,” She told you, her voice calm and nurturing, “Touch me how you’d like to be touched.”

You did as she said, kissing her thighs and then above her sensitive center. You felt her shudder when you placed a kiss on her sensitive spot. She guided you more, telling you to make long strokes with tongue. You moaned against her, unable to control yourself, but this seemed to amuse her. She encouraged you to tease her, to slowly build things up and you tried your best despite the fact that you were orgasming. When you were finally focusing on her bulb, her legs began to shake, “Right there, don’t stop,” You tried not to change your pressure or your movement, sensing that her climax was near. She cradled your head in her hand, pressing you more into her as she grinded out her orgasm, “Mmmm, good girl.”

As she recovered, she got on her knees, lifting your body and allowing you to lean on her. Your lips met with her, her sweet flavor swirling between you. Bucky increased his pace and you held onto Yelena for support.

“Darling, let her look upon your face,” Yelena said to him gently, “Trust me.”

You thought you might collapse when he pulled out of you but Yelena was there to hold onto you. Her eyes were loving when your eyes connected again. She’d seen you at your most vulnerable but that made her like you more. 

Bucky laid down on the bed, his hands caressing Yelena’s bottom but his eyes were on you. He’d be able to see all of you, truly, and that should’ve frightened you more than it did. You straddled Bucky and Yelena was the one to help guide you inside of him. It was much more intense when you were lowering yourself down at your own speed. 

Bucky’s hands moved to your waist while you held onto his chest. It was almost too much, your senses felt completely invaded, but you remembered how Yelena told you that you could control your own pace. 

You’re the girl of his dreams. 

Yelena looked at you like you were the girl in hers. You slowly let him move in and out of you, your bulb grinding against his pelvis. The way he was looking at you, admiring your movements as much as your face and body, gave you a surge in confidence. You saw him grit his teeth and that made you move faster. You imagined the amount of pleasure he must be in and then your mind wandered to Yelena. 

She noticed your worries, “Don’t worry about me. It’s your wedding night, he should be finishing inside of you,” As she said those words, Bucky suddenly grabbed her hips causing her to yelp. He forced her onto his face, grabbing ahold of her bottom and thighs as he took her into his mouth. Her yelp turned into a giggle and you found yourself smiling too. 

You and Yelena orgasmed together and soon Bucky was spilling into you. 

That night, the three of you were tucked in tightly to each other, Yelena laid against you and Bucky was big enough to hold you both. 

One month later, you sat on top of the bathroom counter, watching curiously as Yelena brought scissors to Bucky’s hair. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, a pink towel wrapped around his neck that made him look silly. 

“How’s it looking to you?” Yelena asked. 

He looked very different but the haircut allowed for more of his face to show. In a way, it made him look less intimidating. 

“I think you could go shorter.”

“No,” Bucky was quick to say. With both you and Yelena around to talk his ear off, it was no wonder that the man was learning to speak more. 

“Hey, who’s the hair stylist here?” The grumpy wolf had no reaction, “I’m almost done, it won’t be too short. You have two beautiful women on your arm, you can’t look like caveman.”

A lot had changed in a month. Both Bucky and Yelena had gotten comfortable in the small cottage and Bucky’s plans to move south were delayed. Just as Sam was building his army, Bucky was doing the same. Unlike Sam, Bucky now had a real family which he was going to use to his advantage when trying to convince other packs to join him. 

There wasn’t anything you could do to remove the mark on your neck. Perhaps you should’ve fought harder or laid your life down on the line. You hadn’t expected to fall for Yelena, and in turn, let her coax you into loving an unlovable man. 

You worried what you would say to Sam. You didn’t want to hurt him but you didn’t want to hurt either. Things were easier when you accepted them. Hopefully he’d understand that.

“I like it,” You said to her, smiling wide. 

Hopefully.

#dark!fic #dark fic #dark!bucky barnes #dark!yelena belova #bucky barnes x yelena belova #bucky barnes x reader #werewolf au #a/b/o fic #avengers a/b/o #black!reader #wilson!reader #sam wilson #Bucky Barnes #yelena belova #yelena belova x female reader #mcu smut #avengers smut #crackship #dany x drogo

[crescent-witch]

Welcome Home

pairing: yandere/dark!mad hatter!yelena x alice!reader

summary: yelena introduces you to your new life.

warnings: kidnapping, drugging, pet names, dark!yelena, dumbification, praise, thigh riding, mentions of obsessive behaviour | Minors DNI

word count: 2.5k

a/n: this series probably seems so random to everyone else on tumblr but at this point me and @slightly-smarter-nat have all but created a printerest board for it. this is 95% of what we talk about.

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You screwed your eyes shut again almost immediately after opening them. Sunlight flooded your senses and did nothing to help the dull ache in your head.

You hated waking up already, so the fact that you felt like your thoughts were trying to swim through a layer of smog was making it all the worse. Your head felt fuzzy and you found yourself not being able to hold onto one thought too long before it slipped out or your grasp.

At least the blurriness in your vision had gone. Before you passed out you could hardly make out anything around you, but from the second you opened your eyes it was if everything in the world was in hyper-focus. Everything seemed more sharp and vibrant, although perhaps that was just the environment you were sat in.

The walls were painted with swirls of pastels and flowers of every different kind, if almost felt as if you were sat in a meadow. The windows and walls were lined with the same dark oak all the furniture was made out of, and you were able to deduce that you were in someone’s bedroom.

You hadn’t been placed on the big double bed sat in the middle of the room. Instead you found yourself huddled on a giant rocking chair, and the motion of the chair going back and forth almost made you want to throw up.

“Ah, you are finally awake!” You heard a voice say cheerily, and your eyes quickly scanned the room until they landed on Yelena standing in the doorway with a tray of food and a book in her hands, “I was scared I had given you too much tea and you were going to sleep for the rest of the day.”

You started to panic as you realised you didn’t know how long you had been unconscious for. Your dress had remained the same, but Yelena’s outfit had changed. Now she just bore simple trousers and a white button up. The only odd thing she wore was a crimson top hat with green feathers stemming from the satin ribbon wrapped around the base of it.

You pushed yourself as far into the chair as you could as Yelena approached you, flinching away from her as she reached out to pet your hair.

Yelena frowned as you stared up at her in fear, silently begging her to stay away from you. The last thing you remembered was passing out in her lap, there was no way you wanted her anywhere near you.

“Poor baby. You’re just confused.” She cooed at you, trying to conceal the hurt in her voice as you pressed yourself as far away from her as the chair would allow.

“Here, you drink this and I am going to explain everything to you.” Yelena said, holding out a fresh cup of tea.

“No, I don’t wanna sleep again.” You shook your head, trying to push her hand away as the thought of drinking more tea made your stomach churn.

“It is not going to make you sleepy, detka. I promise. It will just help you relax.” Yelena told you.

You wanted to protest. You didn’t trust anything she gave you anymore. But the blonde didn’t give you any choice as she raised the cup to your lips and the only thing you could do to avoid the scalding liquid spilling onto your chest was to swallow it, causing Yelena to grin widely at you.

“Good girl!” She praised you happily, setting the cup in your hands to allow you to finish the remainder of the tea in the mug, “Now, let me tell you a story?”

“A story?” You asked, confused, as Yelena squeezed herself into the rocking chair next to, leaving little space for you to distance yourself from her.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as Yelena grabbed the book she brought with her off of the tray. It didn’t look like a real book. More like something a child would write, which confused you even more. Why would Yelena have a story written by a child? And why would she want to read it you?

“Mhm. A story.” Yelena nodded, flipping through the pages, “So get comfortable.”

The story Yelena told you was strange, but you found yourself enjoying it nonetheless.

Straight away you could tell that it was her that wrote it, most likely when she was a child. You could see bits of her reflected in the hero, the way they spoke and the little habits she had given them.

You couldn’t help but smile as Yelena got lost in narrating the story. Her wild hand gestures whenever she was reading out an exciting piece of action. The way her nose would crinkle when she read something really happy. It was a sight you couldn’t tear yourself away from. She got so excited as she told you the tale of her character - The Mad Hatter, she had named them - saving the other character Alice. Protecting her and working with her to save Wonderland. It was a fantastical book that you couldn’t get enough of.

Despite your great reluctance, after a view pointed looks from Yelena you eventually began sipping on your tea. Soon you started gulping it down as you felt whatever chemicals or herbs were in it take affect.

The fog that clouded your head when you first woke up once again thickened. But Yelena was right, the tea didn’t make you want to sleep. You started giggling, even when there was nothing remotely funny, and the look of amusement Yelena gave you every so often was enough to send you into another fit of laughter.

Eventually your laughter ceased, but the clouding in your brain remained. The feeling made you think back to when your father would take you swimming in the lake near your house in the summer and you would dunk you head under the water, the sound of muted voices above the water oddly soothing to you.

Except now, instead of the voices of your father and brother at the top of your lake, it was your own thoughts that were muffled. Only a few managed to slip through the cracks, but the ones worrying about safety or what Yelena was doing to you were drowned out.

By the time Yelena was finished reading you could barely sit upright and had your head resting against her shoulder, curled into her side, and Yelena was smiling down at you triumphantly.

“Mmm, that was a nice story.” You hummed as Yelena put the book down and took your empty mug, setting it back on the tray, “Why’d you tell me it, though?”

“Aw, silly baby.” Yelena chuckled, “Have you really not figured it out yet? Come on. What is Yelena up to?”

You frowned as you tried to sift through your jumbled thoughts, but it was no use. At that point you could hardly remember that Yelena had kidnapped you.

“Do not worry, printsessa. I know your brain is too scrambled right now to figure it out. I will help you.” Yelena told you, her words causing your cheeks to heat up, “I have lived in Natasha’s shadow my entire life, Y/n. She was always the golden child. The one to set the bar for success. And it only got worse when her and her little group of friends became self-proclaimed heroes. Did she tell you that the Queen offered her a place on her personal guard?” You nodded, remembering how excited Natasha was when she practically tackled you in the street to tell you, although the memory quickly slipped from your mind and you found that you weren’t able to recall it again, “Well, lately I realised something. I do not want to be a big hero who’s captain of the guard or famous across Wonderland. All I want is an Alice of my own to protect.” Yelena explained, referring to the character in her book, and you nodded along, although you were still unsure of what that had to do with you, “Oh, dorogoya. You still do not understand, do you? You are going to be my Alice.“

Even through your haze alarm bells were going off in your head and you shook your head, trying to push yourself away from Yelena, but her sudden iron grip on your thigh stopped you from moving.

“Yelena, this is insane.” You told her as the pieces of what she was doing finally clicked into place, “You can’t just kidnap me. And besides, my name isn’t even Alice.”

You knew it was a stupid and tedious point to make, but by then Yelena was practically manic with excitement, and you figured appealing to the slight flaw in her plan was your only chance.

“That does not matter, printsessa. In a few moments you will not even remember that.” Caught up in trying to decipher what Yelena meant, you didn’t even realise her hands had slid their way over your hips until you felt your entire body being lifted up and you were suddenly being placed on Yelena’s lap, her thigh slotting in between your legs.

“All those thoughts trying to fight their way into your head.” Yelena tutted and without any warning she jerked her leg up, pressing her thigh roughly against you, the contact dragging you back down into peaceful oblivion.

“The batch of tea I gave you at the tea party just had a simple sleeping drought I bought from a travelling witch in it, but I think I prefer this batch much more.” Yelena told you, subtly moving her leg up and down as she relished in the way your eyes glossed over and your jaw went slack, “In this batch I put in a special plant called Kandahār Root. It is native to Wonderland. If someone not from this realm were to consume it, they would die instantly. However, if a Wonderlandian consumes it, it simply puts them in a much more complaint state. You are still you. You still have your own personality and thought process and opinions. You are just a lot more pliant and willing. Much more susceptible to suggestion.”

Under any other circumstance Yelena would be much less inclined to tell you everything she had done, to explain every little detail of her plan. But looking at you with your unfocused eyes and dropped jaw, beginning to move your hips against her leg, she couldn’t help but revel in how trapped you were. She wanted you to know just how much control she had over you before you lost yourself to her completely.

“Go on, detka. Grind yourself on me. Let all your thoughts empty out. Become my Alice.”

Finally giving in, you let out a loud, guttural moan as you pushed yourself against Yelena. You should have been embarrassed at how quickly you gave in to the situation you were in, but by then it felt almost impossible to resist.

Yelena’s eyes rolled back in her head as she briefly allowed herself to get lost in the pleasure of you. The look of you grinding into her, moaning and whimpering just for her. The clouded arousal and love in your eyes as you stared at her before your head fell into the crook of her neck, unable to keep yourself sitting up anymore.

“So good for me.” She whispered, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders before trailing down your arms with a feather-light touch, rising goosebumps in their wake before settling on your hips, helping your movements, “My good little Alice.”

“Yelena.” You whined, yelping in pain and shock as one of Yelena’s hands lifted from your hip and tangled in your hair, ripping you away from her neck.

“That’s not my name.” She scolded you, glaring harshly, “Go on. Say my name and I’ll let you cum for me.”

The thought of cumming against Yelena’s thigh spurred you on, and you desperately racked your fucked out brain for anything she mentioned she wanted you to call her.

“Come on, detka. Surely you have not went so dumb so quickly?” She raised an eyebrow at you, her hand on your hip slowing your movements, “You can speed back up again when you figure it out. It should not be too difficult. If you are my Alice, then what am I?”

Your eyes lit up as it finally clicked in your head, and as soon as you realised what she wanted you to call her it was like someone had switched your thoughts off.

“Hatter!” You cried, Yelena letting you continue grinding since you figured it out.

Normally you would have been humiliated at getting off on Yelena’s thigh like you were doing, but there wasn’t a single thought in your head as you mindlessly humped Yelena’s leg, arousal soaking through your underwear.

“Such a good girl for me. Such a good slut.” Yelena said as your rhythm began to stutter and you rapidly approached your climax. You nearly screamed when Yelena moved your underwear to the side to rub quick, harsh circles on your clit as you struggled to keep bouncing up and down.

“Are you close, printsessa? You want to cum for Hatter?”

The title she had given herself was so unusual, but it oddly held so much dominance that it made you feel weak, you could barely keep yourself up. You quickly nodded your head, attempting to beg for release through incoherent babbling and moans as a trickle of drool dribbled out from the corner of your mouth.

“So messy.” Yelena cooed as she watched more saliva slip out of your mouth and down your chin, but you were too far gone to care or even wipe it away, “Go on, my Alice. Cum for me.”

Your orgasm was instantaneous and euphoric as Yelena gave you permission. Your toes curled as shock waves of pleasure rolled through you and you collapsed against Yelena’s chest, moaning and writhing as you tried to catch your breath.

“You have no idea how long I have waited for this.” Yelena whispered to you as she stroked your hair, your head resting comfortably against her shoulder as you came down from your high, “I have been waiting for years for the perfect time to take you. I have had to endure watching you flirt with others. Watching them touch you, thinking they had the right to touch my property.”

The possessive tone Yelena held sent shivers down your spine as you cuddled into her further.

“Do not worry, printsessa. I will not let anyone make that mistake again. You are going to stay here with me and be my pretty pet. Maybe I wil even get you a cute little blue dress and black hair bow, like Alice’s outfit from my book.”

You nodded your head against Yelena as your breathing finally started to even out, and she looked down at you with as much love as a person possibly could.

“Sleep, my Alice.” She encouraged you, pulling you further into her lap as she continued to pet your hair and soothe you, “I will still be here when you wake up. Just be a good girl and go to sleep for me.”

You felt warmth embrace you as Yelena wrapped her spare arm around you. While listening to the even beat of her heart, you had no choice but to allow yourself to be dragged back into another peaceful sleep. But this time you were happy knowing you would wake up in Yelena’s arms.

#briar’s writing #yelena belova x reader #down the rabbit hole au #mad hatter!yelena #dark!yelena belova #wonderland #dark fic #marvel smut #white widow #yelena belova smut #dark!yelena x reader

[darkwaveho]

Damage Control

Best friends forever

 This is an alternative to the main damage control story

Summary: Coming back from your morning jog things felt off when you entered your temporary apartment.

Parings: Platonic!Yelena Belova x reader, Natasha Romanoff x reader 

Warnings: 18+, Dark themes, cursing, violence, abuse, angst, toxic behavior, abandonment issues, kidnapping. 

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opening the door to your apartment you couldn’t wait to take a much-needed bath to soak your aching limbs. as you shut the door behind you. you stop in tracks as you spot the vodka bottle on the table. you don’t remember sitting that there, hell you don’t even remember buying it, but with everything that’s been going on you weren’t sure of anything that happened during the days. you slowly walk towards the kitchen area with your pepper spray keychain in hand before you actually stop and think. you need to get the hell out of here and ask questions later. 

your feet move quickly towards the front door before you suddenly get yanked back by your hair. “Ah” you place your hands on your head somehow thinking it would ease the pain.

“Hey, bestie.” Yelena speaks with no emotion present on her face. for the first time in forever you couldn’t read her. “Lena?” your voice is barely above a whisper as you turn awkwardly to look at her properly. she releases her hold on your hair and hums. “Yup, that’s me.” she tilts her head curiously. “I came here looking for my best friend, but I can’t seem to find her.” she steps closer to you invading your space. “Because all I see in front of me right now is a backstabbing bitch that only thinks and cares about herself. that’s not my bestie.”

“Yelena, I’m-” she holds her hand up signaling for you to stop talking, she didn’t want to hear it right now. she grabs your arm harshly and leads you to the table.

“Let’s drink.” she smirks as she gathers the glasses and positions them on the table. “Ya know for my prison release!” she says the last few words loudly. “You look cute, real relaxed and refreshed. you’ve been some where tropical? I love the tan.” she glances at you while opening the bottle you still haven’t said anything to her. what could you possibly say? this was way past the point of a simple apology. 

“I didn’t get much sun light in solitaire confinement.” well, now you felt like even more of a shitty friend. you really didn’t think about what would happen to yelena but you needed to get out. the glass bottle slams loudly on the table when she’s done pouring a generous amount of the vodka in both glasses before she looks up at you. “Sit down.” she points to the chair sat opposite to her as she sits in the chair. it takes a second for you to speak. “I’m good, I think I’ll stand.”

“Sit. Down. Now.” she kicks the chair out and it scrapes loudly against the tiled floor. You think about it for a moment would really be able to outrun her? She probably has Clint and Bucky somewhere around your apartment. “I came alone.” She answers your questions for you. You raise an eyebrow at her not fully believing her. Not fully believing Natasha would send her alone to bring you back. 

“I’m telling the truth.” she raises her hands up in surrender. You still eye her cautiously as you sit down in the chair. you both drink from your glasses. when you got done with the overfilled vodka glass, she filled it again. you were about to protest against it. “Drink.”

“Yelena-” 

“I said drink!” she slams her hand on the table and throws back the drink in one go. she roughly wipes her mouth before the remaining of the alcohol drip down her chin. “We’re celebrating, no?” you don’t defy her, you gag as you drink down your fourth glass of vodka, Yelena knew you were a heavy drinker at least not with hard liquor and nothing to chase it with. after the bottle is nearly empty, no words are said between you two this was beyond awkward. Yelena stares at you barely blinking while you shift uncontrollably under her hard gaze trying to focus on something to ground you. Seems like hours have passed when Yelena finally does speak. “When your father brought you back home what did you promise me?”

“Yelena, you have to understand.” she interrupts you as she bangs her fist on the table. “What did you promise me?” The calmness in her voice has disappeared. 

“That I would never leave.” She hums. And repeats it after you. “And what did you do?” 

“Lena-”

“What did you do!” 

“I-I left” 

“That’s right, you left. Not only did you leave but you turned us into the feds. You turned me into the feds! Who was there to help you when she got too rough with you? Hm? Me! That’s who. And this is the thanks I get? This how you treat your best friend who wanted nothing but to protect you and keep you safe.” 

“Yeah, keep me safe from everything and everyone except your psychotic sister!” She clenches her jaw with the insult of her sister. “My sister is complicated, but I know she loves you. Couples fight it’s what happens. don’t try to excuse your betrayal. It’s not a good look y/n.” she stands from the chair. “I could’ve helped you! All you had to do was tell me what was going on.” 

“There was no way you could’ve helped she knows that I’ll run to you. Then you would’ve had to fight your sister.” you follow her lead standing from your chair as well. Yelena was quick to reply. “And guess what? I would’ve fought her for you, but you didn’t even give me that chance.” her face looks defeated and sad. “You’re missing the point! you wouldn’t let me leave either and you know it, you’re much like your sister than you know.” she ignores the not-so-subtle dig at her clinginess. 

“Lena, I’m sorry, okay? I just really needed to get away from her.”

“And what about me? did you need to get away from me too?” she quickly responds back to you. “No, you were just collateral damage, I needed you to go down to make sure I had a chance to get away.” you inch closer to her as she lets her hostile emotions fade away. you bring her into a warm embrace. “I’m sorry.” she remains quiet but reciprocates the hug, it’s loose but she still embraces you, so you take what she’s willing to give right now. pulling away from the hug yelena is the first to speak.

“Our friendship is broken…it’s gonna take time to repair it.” You can agree on that. Yelena was big on trust, and you really don’t want to lose your best friend. “Okay, we can work on building our bond back.” you nod in agreement. “Mmhm.” she hums in agreement with you, but something was still off. before you knew it, she pulled out a short metal rod and cracks your knee. You fall to the ground in agonizing pain.

“Perhaps we can repair it within the same time that your bone will need to recover.” She drags you by the door by the collar of your shirt. “Yelena, please, don’t take me back there.” your lip trembles as you look up at her angry figure. 

“You should have come to me!” You fight against her hold as much as you can but nothings effective. “If you take me back to her, you’re no better than her and I swear I’ll fucking hate you for the rest of my life!” You spit the words out at Yelena with such disgust and venom it caused a switch to go off on her brain. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She kicks your wounded knee. you grunt in agonizing pain as you scramble to get back on your feet. “All of this is your fault!” she kicks you in the stomach while you were still on ground. yanks your hair back. “You’re gonna hate me? I should fucking hate you!” 

“You did this!” she knocks your head against the wood door. “Do you have any idea what I went through in there?” 

“I couldn’t even see my sister!” 

“I barely ate in that hellhole, and it was all because of you! you dragged me into whatever conflict you and Natasha in your relationship, that wasn’t fucking fair y/n!” She stops her movements for a moment, as she yells in your face. you quickly mutter your apology once again. it’s no use she not interested in an apology she’s interested in getting even and making you suffer the same way she did. “Yelena, please.” your voice comes out broken and shaky.

“Do you think I want to do this to you?” She bangs your head against the door a few times before she locks eyes with you. she restricts your airways with the death grip she has around your neck. You frantically tap her shoulders hoping it would get her to release you. “Lena-I can’t. Pleas-“ It only adds more pressure against your throat. “Shut up! I hate you for making me do this to you!” Hot and angry tears fall from Yelena’s eyes on to your face. “All you had to do was talk to me. why didn’t you come to me?” she was spewing a wild range of emotions that you couldn’t keep up with. you frantically kick your feet trying to squirm away from her, it didn’t seem like she would be letting you go anytime soon. maybe she really was going to kill you.

“If I have to side with my sister to make sure you never leave me again, then that’s what I’ll have to do.” That’s the last thing you hear before everything turns dark. 

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the next time you open your eyes you feel your body being dragged. you faintly hear voices talking and you recognize them instantly Yelena, bucky and clint. she lied. she didn’t come to get you alone but she’d rather it be her rather than one of the others.  slowly looking around to scope the scenery you come up empty when you spot a glassed box. most likely a holding cell but upgraded. you can see a showering area, a bed, if you could even call it that. you’re sure you would get more comfort from a worn-out motel mattress than that thing piece of cloth. clint enters a code on the keypad, you’re too dazed to even try to memorize the numbers. it probably didn’t matter anyway. Natasha’s smart enough to not have a keypad on the other side with you. 

the sound peeps and the doors slide open. you land harshly on the concrete ground within the holding cell. you scream in pain as you feel the sensation of your knee. you don’t think it was broken but it was much more than a bruise. they all stare at you and wonder whose gonna be the one to break the silence this time. or would they skip it and just beat you down like they did regular citizens on a regular basis. 

“Let’s go.” yelena breaks it and you don’t know if you should thank her right now because you saw a slight twitch in bucky’s fingertips as if her was nearly on the furge of having his fist collide with your face. yelena was the last one to walk towards the door but she stops when the new recruit interrupts her. 

“Actually, she sent me down here to tell you guys she’ll be arriving shortly.” yelena nods her head and the recruit flees out of the room and up some stairs. you know those stairs. this wasn’t a random place; this was literally the basement. she redecorated down here for two months knowing she would catch you at some point. 

“Fuck.” you curse under your breath as you clutch your forehead it started pounding from the trauma you faced in your apartment. you pull your hand back when you feel the mix of warm and a dried substance coming from your forehead. you were bleeding. she let you bleed all the way from your apartment to here. without treating it properly. you look up to see yelena’s eyes looking right back at you. she looked regretful for a moment but on for a split second. you move your focus back towards the door when you hear faint footsteps approaching the cell. you held your breath and jet your jaw when you finally saw her standing in the doorway. if you thought you went through hell with yelena that was nothing compared to the meeting you had with the devil standing in front of you right now. 

#damage control au #yelena belova x platonic!reader #mob!nat #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova x reader #dark!yelena belova #dark!natasha romanoff

[writerslittlelibrary]

Don't worry about a thing

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summary: your parents needed the extra money, even if it meant making you work for it. what happens when two women disagree with your parents methods?

pairing: dark!Wandanat x teen reader, dark!Yelena x teen reader, dark!Melina x teen reader, dark!Bucky x teen reader, dark!Alexei x teen reader

warnings: alcoholism, dark Wandanat, dark themes, kidnapping, it’s kinda fluff as well

genre: angst, fluff

words: 2690

a/n: this kinda turned from dark!wandanat to a very soft fic. I mean, reader still gets kidnapped, but Wandanat are so sweet about it… :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You had been working in the cafe for a while. Your parents needed the money, and to be honest, you needed it too. 

Your parents had been drinking since you were a young child, and you now you were a teenager, which means it is legal for you to work. Your parents didn’t hesitate to push you towards a job. With all their money going to alcohol, they needed your money for either food, or more drinks. 

On the side, you would save a little bit of money, trying to save enough to hopefully one day go to college.

Today it was a day like any other. 

You had just gotten back from school, and you went to the cafe immediately. However, this time was a little different. For the last couple of weeks, you had the weird feeling that someone was watching you. There had been a few people that asked about a lot of details from you, which creeped you out a bit.

At first, it was a red-headed woman. She looked to be around her thirties, and she was very kind. 

Then, there was a brown haired woman. She asked how you were doing, whether you were still in school, and also how you would be getting home. She seemed concerned for your safety. After all, it had been late that day.

Then, a blonde haired woman had walked in. She went into the cafe with a dog, and after ordering for herself and her dog, she offered to walk you home. You had told her that you were fine, and that your father was picking you up, but as usual, he hadn’t showed up. The woman insisted on walking you home, and you had allowed her. What was the harm, right? She was very kind and respectful, and her dog was nice.

After that, you had a week of boring people, as usual. People who didn’t give a single shit about your life. People that only cared about the fact that they had been waiting on their coffee for five whole minutes.

You figured you had just been imagining things, and that the three women you had met where just genuinely kind. 

However, after that week ended, weirdly invasive people started to come into the cafe again.

At first it was a man. He was wearing gloves, and he looked a little scary. His hair was brown, and he was tall and looked strong. However, when he ordered you decided he was actually very sweet. He talked with you the entire night, thanking you when you served him his drinks and food, and he tipped very well. 

A week later, this week, you spotted the red haired woman from a few weeks ago sitting at one of the tables. 

She wasn’t alone this time. The brown haired woman, who you had seen earlier as well, was sitting beside her. You walked up to them with a smile, pushing your odd feelings down and getting ready to serve them just like any other day.

The women smiled at you, and after giving you their order, they continued a conversation of their own.

You brushed your anxiety off of yourself, making their drinks and continuing with your shift. However, after serving them and getting back to another costumer, the man you had seen earlier walked in. He looked a little angry, but smiled kindly when he met your eyes. You smiled back, but before you could ask for his order, he went to sit down with the other two women. 

Again, you didn’t think much off it, rather just pushing the anxiety away and continuing with your job.

It started to get really weird, though, when the blonde haired woman walked in. She was accompanied by her fluffy dog, which didn’t hesitate to greet you with a wagging tail. You bent down to pet him, when you noticed a slightly red streak running along his fur. 

You went to brush your hand over it, but the dog retreated back to it’s owner.

She smiled at you and stopped at the bar, ordering the same thing she ordered a few weeks ago. After doing so, she went to sit down with the other man and women. Why did they know each other? Had it been a coincidence that you had all seen them before? Were they watching you?

You shook the thoughts from your head, preparing the woman’s order, putting some whipped cream into a cup for her dog, before bringing it over to the table. 

You put it down with a smile, grabbing the empty two cups and asking if you could get them anything else.

“We’re alright, sweetheart,” the brown haired woman spoke with a gentle smile.

You nodded and retreated back to the counter, ready to serve other costumers, before you realised, there were no other costumers.

The entire cafe was empty, minus the four people sitting in the corner.

Odd, this was usually such a busy time. 

You didn’t think much off it, rather deciding to start cleaning up a bit in the hopes of getting home earlier tonight. When you were about to shut off the coffee machine you heard the little bell ring, indicating that another costumer had walked in.

You turned to look at them, discovering that it was a tall, large man. He had tattoos covering his arms, and a long beard. He was followed by a woman, who smiled at you before she pulled the man over to the table where the other people were sitting. You hadn’t seen them before, but you did find it odd. 

When your colleague told you she was heading home for the night, you agreed to closing up, telling her to get home safe. 

After she left, you glance over at the table impatiently. They had been sitting there for hours, and you wanted to get home on time tonight. You still had a few tests to study for, and there was a project you were supposed to hand in yesterday.

You stood impatiently at the counter until the blonde woman walked up to you. You had hoped she wanted to pay, but instead she simply asked for a donut. 

You hid your annoyance and got her what she wanted, smiling at her when you handed the sweet treat over. 

“How are you getting home today?” she asked as she took the donut from you, taking a bite. 

“My father was supposed to pick me up, but I suppose I’ll be walking once again,” you replied, closing the treat cabinet. 

“I can give you a ride if you’d like. My parents are probably leaving with my sister anyway, so there will be a car left that I’ll have to drive,” she explained, giving her dog a few pets when it excitedly walked over to her. She snuck the dog some pieces of the donut while praising her for being such a good girl.

“That’s very kind, but I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you replied, not wanting to get into a strangers car.

“Don’t be silly. It’s no problem, I promise. A young girl like you shouldn’t be out on the street alone at this time. It’s dangerous, someone could hurt you,” the woman reasoned, and you thought for a moment before agreeing. 

It did seem dangerous to walk home alone in the dark, and this woman was very kind. There was no way that she would hurt you. 

“If you’re certain that it won’t be a problem…” you said, and you watched the woman shake her head.

“Of course not. Besides, Fanny would love the extra cuddles,” the woman explained, giving her dog, Fanny, a few scratches behind her ears. 

You turned around, missing the sign the woman gave to the other people at the table. They got up, walking towards the door. The red headed woman stayed behind, telling the others she would be there soon. 

She walked over to the counter, giving Fanny a few pets before pulling out her wallet. 

“I’d like to pay for the whole table, please,” she told you as she grabbed her card. You nodded and typed in the amount on the device.

After paying, she thanked you and walked out of the cafe.

“I’m Yelena, by the way,” the blonde woman said as she waited for you to close everything up. “I’m y/n,” you told her, locking the register and walking out from behind the bar.

“This way,” she said as she led the way out of the cafe, waiting for you to lock the door before opening the door of her car. 

You were about to get in before Fanny jumped into the car before you, settling in the middle of the couch chair. Yelena drove a truck, so it was easy to fit three people on the chair. You got in after Fanny, sitting beside her and petting her head when she laid her head on your lap.

Yelena got into the drivers seat, closing the door and starting the car.

“Here, you must be thirsty after working for so long,” she said as she handed you a bottle of water. 

“Thank you,” you thanked her as you opened it, taking a few sips.

“Who was your sister?” you asked Yelena after a little while. She turned to you with a smile, rubbing Fanny’s fur.

“The red head, Natasha. She’s my sister. The big guy, with the long beard, that’s my dad, and the woman with dark brown hair is my mom,” Yelena explained, focusing back on the road. “The cafe you work at is close to our work space, so we come there a lot, but we’ve never been there together.”  

“What kind of work do you do?” you asked her curiously.

“We take care of business. Make sure people pay… taxes… that sort of stuff,” Yelena explained, although she weirdly paused before mentioning taxes. You nodded, focusing on the world outside.

After a few minutes of silence, you started to get a bit dizzy, grabbing onto the dashboard to steady yourself as black spots took over your vision. 

“Everything alright?” Yelena asked, concern lacing her voice.

“Just a little dizzy…” you explained, taking a few deep breaths in the hopes of clearing your vision.

“That happens sometimes after doing a lot during the day, especially for girls your age. You should drink a bit more water and take a few deep breaths. It’ll pass,” Yelena told you, and you nodded as you gulped the leftover water in the waterbottle down.

You sat back, taking a few deep breaths and looking out the window, suddenly noticing the road you were at didn’t look familiar. 

“This isn’t my street…?” you asked Yelena, who merely shrugged.

“There is construction that way, so I figured we’d avoid it,” she reasoned, turning on her turn signal and steering into another unfamiliar road. 

You were about to protest, but the spots in your vision took over nearly everything, and you suddenly felt to dizzy to talk. You tried to say something, but you couldn’t even remember what happened after as you lost consciousness completely. 

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You groaned slightly when you woke up, the sun blinding your vision as you covered your eyes with your hands. You turned around in the bed, pulling the covers a little higher a closing you eyes again, fully prepared to go back to sleep.

Suddenly, you sat up in a fright, looking around the room and taking in you surroundings. You never got home lat night. 

You don’t remember anything past the points of being dizzy. 

You threw the covers away, standing up from the bed, ignoring the slight dizziness as you walked over to the window. As soon as you pulled the curtains open, all you could see was snow. What the actual fuck. It never snowed where you were from.

You ran towards the door, surprised when it opened immediately. 

You looked out into the hallway, making sure it was clear before you made your way downstairs. You could hear chatter coming from what you assumed was the living room, and so you tried to go around it, heading towards the front door, or atleast, what looked like the front door.

You almost thought you weren’t spotted, until you heard a voice coming from the living room.

“If you’re going outside, don’t forget your boots and jacket. Winters are very cold around here.” 

You stopped dead in your tracks, frozen in place as the voice spoke so casual. If she knew you were leaving, why didn’t she try to stop you? You hesitated a moment, unsure of what to do as you looked at the rack of shoes. Your shoes were there, together with a vast variety of boots.

“If you’re hungry, there is also some breakfast,” the voice spoke again, and you took a deep breath before deciding to follow it.

You walked into the living room, seeing all five people sitting on a few couches. 

The red headed woman, Natasha, was sitting at the edge of the couch with the brown haired woman beside her. Natasha was scrolling on her phone while the other woman was reading a book. 

After they noticed you arrived in the living room, the woman put her book away.

“Where am I?” you asked quietly, glancing over at Yelena who was watching something on the tv. You couldn’t understand the language, and you figured it must’ve been something slavic. 

“You’re home,” the woman smiled softly, getting up from the couch and reaching for your hand.

“We figured we’d let you sleep in, so I put some breakfast in the fridge for you,” she explained as she led you towards the kitchen, letting go of your hand and opening the fridge, pulling out a plate of waffles. 

You went to sit down at the barstool, leaning on the kitchen island, debating on what to say next. 

“Who are you…?” you asked hesitantly, afraid to upset her.

“My name is, Wanda, but you may call me mom, and Natasha is mama,” Wanda stated simply, squirting some whipped cream on the waffles before topping them off with some fresh fruit.

“... What…?”

“I understand that it may be a bit confusing, but I promise you you will be happy here. We will make sure you will never have to worry about anything another day in your life,” Wanda explained, smiling as she put the plate of food in front of you. 

“What about my parents?” you asked, and Wanda just smiled.

“You don’t have to worry about them hurting you ever again, I promise.” 

You nodded slightly, staring at the plate of waffles. 

“So you kidnapped me?” 

Wanda chuckled a bit, sitting down across from you and pouting you a glass of your favourite juice. “I guess you could call it that, although that is not our intention. We love you, and we’ll show that to you,” she explained, putting the glass of juice down in front of you. 

You hesitated before you felt your belly rumble in hunger, staring at the plate of waffles for only a second longer before you dug in, enjoying the amazing tasty treat. 

“Why me?” you asked after taking a breath, taking a sip from your juice and staring at Wanda. 

“You are special. You might not understand it, but you are special, and we love you. You are perfect,” Wanda explained, smiling as Natasha joined you in the kitchen. 

“Don’t worry about it too much, malysh. You will love it here, and you will have everything you could dream off,” she said, giving you a kiss on your forehead. She reached over to the cabinet, grabbing a glass and filling it with some juice as well. 

“If you want, I can take you outside later, or you could explore the house a little if that’s what you prefer,” Natasha suggested, and you nodded.

“Okay,” you simply said, taking another bite of your waffles.

You were confused beyond comprehension, yet for some reason, you felt safe. You knew you were safe, and for the first time in your life, you felt content. 

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Florence Pugh as YELENA BELOVA HAWKEYE | Season 1 Episode 6 (2021)

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[romanoffsbish]

Hopelessly Devoted to You

Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Yelena Belova x Fem!R (brief)

Summary: Wanda made a big mistake, but who hasn’t? She never said she was a saint. It upset her that you weren’t more understanding, but it upset her more to see you trying to move on. There was no one better for you than her; she planned to show you that in malicious ways.

🎼 “My head is sayin', "Fool, forget him" ; My heart is sayin', "Don't let go. Hold on to the end", that's what I intend to do. I'm hopelessly devoted to you. But now there's nowhere to hide. Since you pushed my love aside. I'm outta my head. Hopelessly devoted to you. 🎼

Warnings: Cheating, Breakup, Murder (beloved character), Kidnapping, Manipulation, Gaslighting.

Smut: Non-Con(Mind Manipulation), Top!R x PB!Wanda. Degradation, Strap(W), Oral (W), Choking, Squirting.

18+ | Minors DNI

Please, head the warnings, and don’t report.

(Images from Google)

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Today was an amazing day for you, the mission you went on with Steve and Natasha was the final step taken to make you an Avenger. You were on top of the world after your oldest pal, Steve, shook your hand before yanking you in for a bear hug, "I knew you had it in you kid."

"Steve, I'm only three years younger than you and Buck, and I'm an Avenger now, cool it."

Natasha smirked, then she also pulled you in for a hug, but it was far less brutal, and you found her abundant warmth comforting.

Nothing was meant to ruin your shine today, but as you exited the jet to find only Tony and Yelena stood there your entire mood deflated. Bucky, your older brother was nowhere to be found, but more importantly neither was your girlfriend, and that was becoming her trend.

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It was like a switch went off one day, and she just decided that living blissfully with you and your pigmy cats in the condo Tony bought for the two of you wasn't her cup of tea anymore.

At first you were devastated by the loss of her affections, but now, you're honestly fine with it. Over the years her loving hold became a bit too tight, a gentle cupping of your cheek turned into a harsh gripping of your chin. A night of passionate love making turned into a war-zone, the mattress no longer a place of solace, but instead a battlefield where you lost your love. It'd been as if a monster dead set on carnality took over your soft Sokovian girlfriend's body, and had no intentions of letting her go again.

It's suffice to say you were expecting her to be absent from your return, but what you weren't expecting was to hear the sound of her moans as you entered the once comforting home. After a moment of being frozen in time, a deja vu like experience for you, you decided that you were jumping the gun in assuming the worst.

So you slipped your jacket off, along with your shoes, then made a beeline for your sleeping felines so you could calm your anxiety down a smidge before you got the courage to pinpoint the source of your girlfriend's clear euphoria.

"Wish me luck loves," you muttered into their fur as you place a kiss to each of their faces.

Sadly though, no amount of preparation could have been enough for the sight you walked in on. Bucky, your found brother, the man who's family took you in after your family died in a plane wreck, was pounding into your lover. There wasn't an ounce of remorse in his stance, and you knew by the way Wanda screamed out in pleasure that she definitely didn't feel bad.

Neither of them acknowledged your presence, but you knew by the sight of Wanda's slight smile that she knew you were there, and that made you sick to your very core. The idea that you'd given her the best years of your life just for her to throw it in your face so devastatingly was far too hard for you to bare in the moment.

All you knew was that you needed to get out, and you needed to do it right away, and it was as you loudly shuffled about the space that finally broke your 'brothers' focus, and got Wanda to see her plan coming to life.

Or better yet, crumbling before her very eyes.

Wanda watched you frantically stuffing your belongings in a duffle bag, and in this moment her every recent decision was backfiring.

"Baby, it was a mistake, please don't leave!"

"Mistakes don't occur with these precise of calculations," you spit while tossing your bag over your shoulder, "Your choices, Wanda, those do however come with consequences."

"Y/N, please, she’s right—it was a mistake."

"No, save your pleading for someone who cares Bucky, as far as I'm concerned my brother died with his arm—James would never have hurt me like this," you shoved by him, only to be stopped by Wanda blocking the front door.

"Y/N/N, I'm begging you, don't leave me!"

A bitter chuckle rumbles from your chest, hot tears too fill your eyes as the anger and sadness blend into one, "Now you," you paused to reel your emotions in as best you could, "God, I can't believe I ever believed you loved me."

"I do love you. Y/N, please listen to me."

"Newsflash Wanda: Love isn't meant to hurt!"

Wanda frowned, her tone serious enough to match her state of delusions, "All the greatest love stories come with a mix of love and pain."

"In Hollywood movies—sure, in real life, no."

Wanda's eyes were slowly changing hues to her secondary shade, crimson, and that was your sign to get out before she was to implode.

"Don't look for me," you reiterated your clear stance, "I'm no longer yours to seek out," and with the twist of your wrist you were gone.

Wanda crumpled to her knees, of all the many scenarios she ran through, this wasn't one of the ones she foresaw. For some reason she thought you'd fall apart, and need her to bring you back out of the slump her cheating caused. Hell, she even chose your brother for the shock but it seems you couldn't have cared any less.

"Wanda," Bucky crouched down, offering her a smile, but it only masqueraded happiness, his cerulean orbs were swimming with guilt.

The sight of the man now made her nauseous.

"Get out Barnes," Wanda snarled, pushing his extended hand away she removed her body from in front of the door, "This was a mistake."

After your defeated, cheat of a chosen brother left your once shared apartment Wanda's eyes returned to a serene shade of green. It was funny how you thought you had a choice here, taking off in a huff like that as if she couldn't find you just as fast as you could teleport.

Wanda however was methodical, she would let you think you were free to roam as you pleased. Then, when you least expected it, she'll reclaim you as hers, because you would always be hers. She just has to set up a few things beforehand.

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It was a long three months, but the witch was taking the time to set up your cabin in Norway while also giving you a false sense of security.

Back when things were still going well, she remembered your dreams of retiring in a secluded little cabin with her, and your family. Whether that be the pets, or the kids you both had always wanted, logistics didn't matter to her much at the end of the day, only you did.

Her precious baby Y/N, poor, unsuspecting fool that she is, would soon be hers again, and with that came a promise of total permanence.

When she finally returned to New York she could feel your aura, it was no longer dull, and that made her heart twinge with momentary guilt, but it was swiftly forgotten when she stumbled upon you settled into the lap of Yelena at a cafe; she nearly lost all control.

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You had no idea of the prying eyes, sure you felt an uneasiness in your chest as you walked down the streets of New York with Yelena, but you just chocked that up to the late night hour.

"Y/N, would you like to gaze at the stars?" you smiled softly at your friend, you weren't yet a couple, but it has been fun testing the waters.

Yelena was everything Wanda no longer is, and you’re honestly starting to believe that maybe she never was. Yelena was funny, and though she was snarky, it never was something you experienced directly. With you all she ever offered was an unfamiliar gentleness, and an abundant patience you felt undeserving of, it was as if with every passing day she was able to remind you that you deserved to be cared for without any sort of underlying stipulation.

"Of course, I'll go grab us a blanket," you settled a sweet kiss on her cheek, not missing the way the stoicism melted as she blushed.

"Bring snacks too!" Yelena shouted after you, voice cracking as she did, but you didn't let her know you caught it, instead you softly chuckled then disappeared around the corner. “Chips!”

The further you walked away from Yelena the more you were starting to feel a surge in intensity surrounding your ever growing uneasiness. Stargazing with her was one of your favorite things to do so you’re not sure why you were so anxious, but you chocked it up to something reminiscent of first date jitters.

You entered your apartment with a swiftness, not wanting to leave the blonde waiting for long. So you changed into a comfy sweatsuit, scrounged around the kitchen for her chips, then grabbed your fluffiest of blankets. After about ten short minutes you made your way up the long set of stairs to gain access to the roof. Your apartment building had many faults, but the luxurious patio wasn’t one of them.

“Hey Lena, I brought you Doritos, both cool ranch and nacho, and the off brand hot fries.”

“Y/N, get out of here, now!”

You looked up instantly, the bags in your hands hit the ground as you saw Yelena dangling over the streets of New York, you didn’t see her yet, she was cloaked by shadows, but the wisps of red holding the girl hostage told you who the perp was, “Wanda, put her down, now!”

“Okay,” Wanda shrugged with an indifference in her eyes as she made her self visible, the light of the moon showcasing her wicked grin, effectively stealing the air from your lungs as she slowly began removing her magic from around the young blonde’s body. Agonizingly slowly too, you regretted the words as soon as you said them, of course she’d take it literally.

“No, Wanda, please,” you shrieked, “Let her go, and I’ll go with you, wherever you want me to.”

“I don’t know Y/N,” Wanda pursed her lips as she gave way to thought, “She knew better than to touch what isn’t hers, yet she did it anyways, she clearly didn’t care about consequences.”

“Y/N, you need to get out of here, please go,” Yelena kept her face neutral, but you heard the slight quiver in her voice, saw the fear in her eyes, you knew she was beyond terrified; it was a bit morbid, but the way she cared for you even while in danger because of you warmed your heart while simultaneously breaking it.

“Wanda, she’s just a friend,” you tried, but all she did was offer you incredulous laughter, “You’re playing games Y/N, and you know whenever we play together, I always win.”

“Wanda! This isn’t a game, leave Yelena out of this, we can go, nobody will come for us.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m clueless, they’re all going to come to save you,” Wanda spat, “Yelena isn’t the only one in my way, so, it seems all I can do is slow them down,” she flicked her wrists, and Yelena went falling.

“No!”

Just as you were about to teleport to catch the blonde Wanda paralyzed your mind into a state of half consciousness, she wrapped you up and lifted you above the edge, tilting your body so you were parallel to the second victim of your tainted love, the first one being your own heart. Yelena lay in a jagged shape, limbs bending in ways they were never meant to, in a growing pool of blood, you felt an urge to vomit, but the paralyzation prevented it from ever surging.

“What a shame she had to die,” Wanda mockingly mourned the woman she killed, with a wide smile on her face to contrast the tears trailing down yours, “She was really funny.”

A blur of red surrounded your bodies like a force field, you blinked, never to open your eyes with joy again. It wasn’t something you registered at first, but when you finally allowed your eyes to flutter open you saw glimmering rays of sunlight hovering above your face.

To your shock there was no restraint system in place, besides the hardly dressed body of your ex. You silently retched at the sight of her fitting so perfectly into the crook of your elbow. An image reminiscent of olden times, when you were blissfully unaware of her unhinged status, but no longer could you look at her with love.

Wanda was a monster, that much you would carry in your heart until the day you died. Likely at her hands at this very point…

“I wouldn’t kill you Y/N,” she sighed in a slur, shortly to be followed up by a dainty yawn, “You’re my greatest love Y/N; destined to be forever you and me darling, you’re safe here.”

You scoffed, ripping your arm from beneath her body, “I’m no safer in a volcano than I am with you Wanda, you’re a sick, vile creature!”

Wanda grit her teeth as she moved to hover above you, her hand harshly slapped you in the face, causing a pool of blood to gather as you had bit your tongue, “Watch your tone whore.”

“Make me,” you growled, a flicker of insanity rolled through your eyes and she smirked, you could pretend all you wanted that you weren’t, but you were just as crazy as she was. “I will.”

Wanda removed herself from your eye-line, but she didn’t stay gone for long, soft red wisps permeated your temple, you audibly gasped, “Wanda, knock it the fuck off right now.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, your words were not convincing enough when your thighs were shamelessly rubbing together. Her wrist flicked, changing the imagery in your mind from her in the nude with her hands in her pussy to one of you fucking her from behind.

“Wanda, please stop,” you were losing your will to fight off her advances with every passing scene, each one more sinful than the last, you were always fucking weak when it came to her.

After only three more scenes she’d come out triumphant. “I need to taste you, please.”

“But what about Yelena?” she feigned heartbreak, “I thought we were in mourning.”

“W-Wanda please,” you begged, a pit of need settled beside the deeper pit of guilt in your abdomen, “I, I need to fuck you so bad.”

Wanda snorted, “Look at you, I just killed your girlfriend and you’re desperate to fuck me.”

The glare you sent would normally intimidate the person on the receiving end, but Wanda one upped you with a soft tilting of her head. Just like always you softened, a docile air to you as you let the fear sink into your bones. Wanda smirked at you, a show of victory if you will, because as angry as you presented, she was still the one who wins in the end. You might top, but she’s always the one in control.

With a synchronous blink you both reopened to find all layers had been shred from your bodies and the only addition was the massive black strap dangling between your legs.

“Go on detka, make me cum, I won’t ask twice.”

For a moment you were stuck in place, there was an insane amount of slick coating the inner thighs of your former lover, it left you stunned. Wanda watched as you reflexively licked your lips as you eyed her with lust clouded eyes.

“With your strap, you know tasting me is a reward you have to earn,” you rolled your eyes, but like an obedient puppy you give in, with a care you honestly didn’t feel you guided the tip through her folds to collect her essence, you swiped two fingers through next in route to her swollen bundle of nerves where you began to harshly rub circles into it, distracting her from the pain as you pushed the fat tip past her tight hole. The stretch alone brought her to the edge, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she fell.

There was no love in your movements, you rut your hips with ferocity, grunted into her neck angrily as you were frustrated with yourself for enjoying this twisted reality of sinfulness. Wanda’s moans were enraging you, it was a confusing feeling in your body, you desperately wanted to bring her body to the edge of bliss, while impossibly wanting her to not enjoy it.

“Fuck me harder detka! Make me cum!”

“Shut the fuck up Wanda,” you growled as you rose, a firm hand now sat on her hip to hold you up so you could utilize the other to constrict her airway. Fingers wrapped tightly around her throat as your hips fucked your strap so much deeper into her than before due to a shift in angle, and thus she was losing the ability to match you in both pace and vigor.

Wanda clawed at your arm when you tightened your grip almost dangerously. The fear you caused only aided in the unraveling of the pit in her stomach, her orgasm came out in a gush, soaking your thighs and the grey sheets below.

Even in the hatred of it all you couldn’t fight the way your heart fluttered at the gorgeous sight of her coming undone for you. No one else could ever make her this fucked out, with her eyes having had to of rolled to the depths of hell with how far they retracted into her body.

The way her chest heaved incessantly once you let your grip of her go, dark red lines left in your wake that added to her overall beauty. Layered perfectly over the harsher marks you’d already left behind with your grazing teeth.

Wanda pulled you in for a brief kiss, it was sloppy, and full of a mutual aggression as your teeth clashed, and hers drew blood from your lips when she held onto your lower one while lightly shoving you backwards as a hint to remove the strap from within her, and once again you did as she wanted like a weak bitch.

“Clean up the mess you made,” Wanda barked, spreading her legs even wider for you to see just what you’d done after strapping her, it disgusted you just how excited you were to be allowed to taste her, reaping a tainted reward.

Her words echoed in your mind as you realized the mess spread beyond this room. Because back home your friends mourned, and buried Yelena all the while you were across seas in Norway in a somewhat similar state, immense guilt pounding in your chest as your face was buried between the legs of the devil herself

They always say, to know love is to know pain; loving Wanda was akin to a dagger to the heart, a passionate surge of adrenaline, followed by waves of agony, and boy was it a messy affair.

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Running From My Shadow - 1

pairing: toxic!kate bishop x reader; dark!yelena belova x reader

warnings: noncon, fingering, verbal humiliation, gaslighting, knifeplay, toxic kate, face slapping, finger sucking, threats of violence, choking, threats of fisting,

zhadnaya devushka - greedy girl | сука - bitch | edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🩵🥰

You were invited to an Avengers’ event. Kate had explained that she really wanted you to go; she didn’t want to be alone and with you keeping her company, it wasn’t going to be as bad. Of course, you instantly agreed, and Kate bought you an outfit - even though you insisted that you had something to wear. You sighed. Looking in the mirror, a part of you felt bad that she bought it - especially since you knew it was expensive. But when Kate came up behind you, you shook the thoughts away.

“You look so gorgeous, (your favorite color) really suits you,” Kate smiled, kissing your neck. She wore a matching suit to your outfit - which always made you want to see her in more suits.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “So what’s this event for anyway?”

“Hell if I know, I was just told to show up and that’s when I asked if I could take you with me,” she admitted, causing you to laugh.

“I hope it’s not boring,” you admit, and Kate nodded in agreement.

“I don’t think it’ll be boring knowing Tony. The only thing I need to warn you about is that my ex, Yelena, will be there and if she tries anything please tell me,” she pleaded, causing you to give her a confused look.

“Why would she do anything? Or I should ask: what would she do?” you questioned, but Kate shook her head.

“Nevermind that, just… tell me if she does try something,” she said, refusing to answer your question.

You decided to drop it, not wanting to push the matter further. If Yelena tried anything, you would tell Kate no matter what. Although you had decided to drop it, you couldn’t help but wonder why Kate was so adamant about it. You made a mental note to ask Cassie later, knowing that she would be able to tell you since she was close to Kate.

The car ride was quiet but comfortable - you were a little nervous, this being the first time you were meeting all of them (except Cassie and Carol). You looked at Kate, who smiled back at you - placing her hand on your thigh as she leaned in. A part of you hoped whatever she was about to say wasn’t going to be heard by the driver. You licked your lips nervously as she chuckled in your ear.

“Maybe if you’re a good girl tonight, I’ll fuck you the way you’ve been wanting me to,” she whispered, pulling back as she watched your facial expression. You bit your lip hard, trying to suppress the sound that threatened to come out.

“Please,” you whispered, squeezing your thighs together. You hated how easy it was for Kate to get you desperate, especially when the driver could hear the two of you.

“You gotta wait until we get back home and then I’ll give you what you want,” she smirked, bringing her hand up your thigh. You nodded - not trusting your voice anymore.

Twenty minutes later, the two of you arrived at your destination. Kate got out quickly, rushing to your side of the car so she could open your door. Once you got out and Kate shut the door, she pulled you into her arms.

“Katie,” you whimpered as she kissed your neck. You knew she was teasing you, but as soon as you heard someone cough, you pulled away as quickly as you could.

”Oh, Kate Bishop,” a woman with a thick Russian accent sang, causing Kate to turn around quickly. “Who is this?”

“She’s my girlfriend, Yelena,” Kate snapped, causing the blonde to laugh.

So this was Yelena, you thought to yourself as Yelena turned her attention towards you.

“I’m Yelena. You?” she asked, ignoring the glare Kate was giving her.

“(Your Name),” you gave her a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You brought your hand out for her to shake - Yelena gripped your hand roughly, causing you to whimper. You stayed quiet out of nervousness as the two of them talked. Finally, Kate turned to you and asked if you’d like to come with her to the bathroom. You agreed, figuring that she just wanted you to accompany her.

As soon as the two of you reached the bathroom, Kate pulled you in and locked the door.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked, wanting to make sure Kate was okay. She was good at hiding her emotions with everyone else, but you knew her better than that.

“It’s just- Yelena… whenever I date new people, she develops an attitude that ends up ruining things,” Kate admitted, but you still weren’t sure why she would do that. “Yelena is my ex-girlfriend and I should have told you this sooner, but I didn’t want you to get angry: We’re friends, but I barely see her.”

“Kate, I’m not upset or even angry; I’m just not understanding why you’re so worried about her with me. I hope you know that I love you and I only want to be with you,” you stated, causing Kate to shake her head.

“No, no. I promise you that I trust you. It’s really just her,” she admitted, and you nodded.

“I’m going to go get a drink. Meet me out there?” you suggested.

“Yeah, I won’t be too long,” Kate agreed, pulling you into a kiss before you left the bathroom.

You could tell Kate didn’t want to agree - that she wanted to keep you close by. A part of you thought she was overreacting, but another part of you really believed that she didn’t trust you. You didn’t know Yelena and maybe she had a reason to be nervous, but it was beginning to irritate you.

As you left the bathroom and made your way to the bar, you weren’t sure why you were so nervous. Of course, there was the fact that you were meeting superheroes, but that wasn’t quite what made you nervous.

When you sat down, you asked for water, unsure if you wanted to actually drink. You took a sip as Yelena sat down next to you, tensing up as she reached over and rubbed your back.

“Where’s Kate Bishop?” Yelena asked, watching as you sat the glass of water down on the table.

“Bathroom. I told her that I’d meet her over here,” you stated, making Yelena to shake her head.

“That’s such a shame,” she smirked.

You gave her a confused look, but before you could ask what she meant, the bartender came up to her. You watched as she ordered a drink with ease, your nerves began to rise as you waited for Kate to get out of the bathroom. You didn’t know Yelena and all she was doing was making you uneasy. You didn’t want Kate to get the wrong idea, knowing that she was already on edge.

As soon as the bartender walked away, you spoke up, “Why is that a shame?”

Yelena licked her lips, causing your stomach to turn. You weren’t sure why she was making you feel so anxious, but she was doing it well.

“Because if you were mine, detka, I’d be taking you in the bathroom,” she admitted, smirking at the disgusted look plastered on your face. You wanted to believe that you heard her wrong, but the way Yelena was smirking at you told you that you heard her perfectly.

“Excuse me? Why would you say that?” you snapped.

“What? I’m just being honest,” she shrugged, finally taking a sip of her drink. “Do you want me to lie to you, (Your Name)?”

“No, but you don’t need to be so…” you trailed off as Kate came into your field of vision.

You needed to tell Kate, but Yelena gave you a warning look. You swallowed nervously, making a mental note to tell Kate about it later.

Kate didn’t say a word, pulling you into a heated kiss. You closed your eyes, trying your best to focus on Kate, but all you could really think about was, unfortunately, what Yelena had said. Kate wasn’t overthinking at all. You pulled away as soon as you realized that Kate was trying to show off to Yelena. You weren’t sure why Kate was acting like this now, considering you had never seen her like this before.

You licked your lips, watching as Kate caught her breath. You were just about to say something when a redhead walked up to the two of you.

“Yelena. Hey Kate, this must be (Your name)? I’m Natasha,” she smiled, sticking her hand out.

“Yes, I’m (Your Name), it’s nice to meet you.” You took her hand, shaking it firmly before she turned her attention to Kate once more.

“Hey, Clint wants to talk to you for a second,” Natasha said, and Kate looked over at you.

“Go ahead, I’ll be here,” you smiled.

Kate kissed you once more before she followed Natasha through the crowd. Once she was out of eyesight, Yelena stood up from her seat. Getting closer to you, Yelena leaned in and whispered, “Don’t ever tease me like that again, do you understand?”

You moved a few inches away from her, giving her a confused look. “What are you on about? I was kissing my girlfriend.”

“Right in front of me like some whore. Does Kate know that she’s dating such a filthy fucking whore?” Yelena questioned. She moved closer, making sure that no one was paying attention to the two of you.

“Leave me alone,” you said, moving away from her. “You have no right to say those things to me. I love Kate. I’m with Kate and you will never say anything to me again.”

With that, you made your way through the crowd to find Kate.

——

On the way back to Kate’s apartment, you were quiet. You weren’t sure how to bring everything up - or how Kate would react to it. You knew you were going to have to say something, not wanting Kate to accuse you of hiding it from her. You just needed to find a way to go about it.

“You’re so quiet, baby. Is everything okay?” Kate asked, placing her hand on your thigh.

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired. That’s all,” you said, which wasn’t a complete lie. You were exhausted and you needed to sleep. “Are you okay with me spending the night tonight?”

Kate laughed, shaking her head, “I’ve told you this already, you can spend the night any time you’d like.”

You gave her a small smile, “Thank you.”

——

When the two of you got to her apartment, you thanked the driver before heading inside. You took off your shoes at the door before making your way to the couch. You were exhausted - mentally more than anything. It was a great party and everyone was nice to you, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the way Yelena had acted towards you. You had done nothing to warrant it, which you knew bothered you more than anything else.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Kate wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you back so you were against her chest. You tried your best to wiggle away from her, but her grip was too strong. Kate kissed the back of your neck, chuckling as you struggled in her arms.

“Kate, I’m not really in the mood tonight,” you said, causing Kate to move away from you quicker than you expected. She bit her lip and you knew she was upset now.

“Why? Before the party you were begging me to fuck you. What’s changed?” she asked defensively.

“I’m just tired, that's all.” you said, giving her an odd look. You weren’t sure why she was acting like that; you had been tired before when she had wanted to fuck you and she had never acted like that.

You stood up from your spot, shaking your head, “I think I’m going to go to sleep at my apartment tonight.”

Kate stood up, following you to the door. “Wait, why?”

“I just want to sleep in my own bed, okay? There’s no other reason?” you said. You didn’t want to put up with Kate’s new attitude.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I’m just on edge because of Yelena,” Kate sighed, making you shake your head.

“If you don’t trust your friend, that’s fine. But you should be able to trust me,” you said, trying your best to avoid looking at Kate’s face. You knew she was pouting, trying her best to get you to stay, but it wasn’t going to work. You were upset and Kate was making things much worse than they already were.

“I-” Kate began, but you stopped her before she could get any more words out. You weren’t going to give in to her - you were going to stand your ground, because in any other situation both you and Kate knew you’d give in. But this time? This time was going to be different. You had to make it different.

“I’m leaving, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” you snapped, opening her apartment door.

“At least let me get you a cab?” she offered, a look of defeat on her face.

“No, I’m good, I’ll walk.” you said before walking out of the door.

——

It was a bit chilly out and you hugged yourself as you walked down the street. You were beginning to regret not letting Kate get you a ride home, but you needed to show her that she couldn’t just pretend she wasn’t acting the way that she was. At least your apartment wasn’t too far away from hers, so the walk wasn’t too bad.

As you continued walking, you began to feel as if someone was watching you. Shaking your head, you pulled out your phone to give your legs a bit of a break. You needed music - something - to keep your mind busy. Seeing the twenty text messages and three missed calls from Kate, you almost turned around and went back to her. After all, you loved her and you were just upset with the situation.

You took a few deep breaths before turning around. You didn’t want to be away from Kate, considering it would have been your first night away from her in months. But, as you turned around, you let out a gasp seeing Yelena standing behind you.

“Where’s Kate Bishop?” Yelena asked, crossing her arms to her chest.

“At her apartment,” you said, short and quick, before you attempted to walk past her. To your surprise, she held her hand out to your chest to stop you.

“Not so fast, (Your Full Name), I just want to talk,” Yelena said, looking in your eyes. She smiled as you turned your head, avoiding eye contact with her.

“I’ve got to go, I can’t,” you said, trying to push away her arm, but Yelena was much stronger than you.

“Not even for five minutes? I think that’s quite rude. You’re going to talk with me, now,” was all she said before dragging you into the nearest alleyway.

“What-!” You gasped, trying your best to pull away from Yelena - you weren’t sure why she was doing this or what she was planning on doing with you. “Let me go!”

When you screamed, Yelena pushed you onto the ground roughly, causing you to cry out. “Shut the fuck up! You don’t want to attract any attention, do you?”

You ignored her, still in shock with the sudden change of attitude. You shouted, “Yelena, that really fucking hurt!”

“Oh, you think that hurt? Poor baby,” Yelena laughed, rushing towards you.

Yelena kicked you in the ribs as hard as she could. When you wrapped your arms around yourself, Yelena got down on one knee, grabbing you by the neck roughly. “Did that hurt, pretty baby?” she teased.

You spat towards her, surprising yourself when it landed on her face. To your horror, Yelena wiped it away and proceeded to lick it off her hand. “Stand up, now,” Yelena demanded, her cold demeanor coming back. You shook your head.

“I’m not getting up, fuck you,” you spat, backing away as Yelena stood up.

Pulling out a knife from what seemed like nowhere, Yelena gave you a small smile. “I said stand up. Now.”

Although you were scared, a part of you knew that, realistically, she wasn’t going to hurt you with that knife. Maybe she would and you’re just being too confident, but you needed to be. You had just met her, and this is how she was going to act? You knew it was stupid of you, but that was going to help you fight.

“And I said no,” you snapped back.

You squealed in surprise as Yelena got on top of you faster than you could process. Yelena held the knife to your throat, adding a little bit of pressure and smiling when you whimpered.

“I can see why Kate loves you so much. Unfortunately for you and her, I like taking her things,” Yelena whispered, leaning her head down so her mouth was near your ear. “And you don’t want to stand up? That’s fine, I’ll take you right here on the dirty ground. It’s fitting, really.”

“I- what do you mean by ‘take’?” your eyes widened, but Yelena just sat up, straddling your waist.

You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to watch as Yelena cut your shirt open. “God, this bra looks so good on you from just the light of the lamp above us. Kate bought it for you?” she asked, amusement laced in her voice that made you sick.

Yelena slapped you across the face, “I believe I asked you a question and really, (Your Full Name), I don’t think you’re in any position to ignore my questions. The next time you ignore a question, you won’t be given a warning.”

“K-Kate did buy it for me,” you whispered.

“See, was that so hard?” Yelena sighed, shaking her head.

Yelena cut your bra, licking her lips as she got a good look at your tits. “Now I get it: Kate pays for all your nice things and in return, you let her fuck you.”

“What-“ you began, but Yelena clapped her hand onto your mouth.

“You’re being too loud. There’s people coming and if you so much as make one little sound, I’ll slit your throat right here with no hesitation. Nod if you understand, slut,” she whispered.

You hesitantly nodded your head, earning a predatory smile from Yelena.

“Good girl. As soon as they’re far away, I’m going to fuck you better than Kate Bishop ever could, and you’re going to take it like the good girl that you are. Then I’ll send you on your way, okay? Nod if you understand,” she instructed. You nodded as you watched a group of women walk past the alley that the two of you were in.

After six minutes of waiting, Yelena finally moved her hand away from your mouth. “Such a good girl. I’m going to put the knife away, so don’t give me another reason to bring it back out. You won’t like me then,” she warned, moving down so she could unzip your pants. “Matching panties too? God, Kate Bishop has such great taste, I can give her that.” Yelena smiled, pulling your pants off you, along with your underwear.

You watched as she grabbed your underwear, putting it into her pants pocket. “A little souvenir. Spread your legs for me.”

You stood still, not wanting to do anything she wanted you to. Yelena raised an eyebrow, reaching for her knife again, causing you to open your legs faster than you expected to. Yelena brought her hand down hard against your pussy. You cried out, turning your head to look at the wall as she slid a single finger into you.

“God you’re so wet, are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you? I bet I could make you come with just one finger. You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that? I want you to say it. I want you to say: I’m such a slut, I’ll let anyone fuck me,” Yelena snapped, curling her finger inside of you, causing you to squeeze your legs together. Yelena wasn’t allowing this – pulling out her knife, she cut you a little on your stomach. You cried out, causing Yelena to laugh. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. It’s not even that deep, you’ll live. Now, be a good fucking girl and keep your fucking legs open.”

“There you are, let me see that pretty pussy of yours. You know, even in this alley, with the lighting not being the best, you, (Your Full Name), have such a pretty cunt that I can’t wait to ruin,” Yelena commented and you realized that she was more so talking to herself than you.

Yelena added a second finger, picking up her pace as she brought the pad of her thumb to your clit. Rubbing hard and rough circles, she watched as you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet. “You know, I almost waited until you got to your apartment. I was waiting outside of Kate’s apartment. Oh? That’s your spot, isn’t it? Go on, you’re allowed to come as much as you want. But, as I was saying before, I was following you down the street, but you looked too good to wait a few more blocks.”

“Please…” you whimpered, causing Yelena to still her fingers.

“You want more? Zhadnaya devushka, don’t worry; I’ve got something much, much better for you,” Yelena said, pulling her fingers out of you and bringing them to her mouth as she brought her other hand to her zipper.

You lifted your head just as Yelena pulled her pants down to the middle of her thighs. She roughly pushed your legs further apart before moving so she was laying on top of you. Lining up the tip of the toy to your entrance, Yelena bottomed out in one rough thrust, laughing lightly as you cried out in pain. “Aw, what’s the matter? Were you not ready for my cock? You’re so wet, I don’t think you’re really in pain. You wanted me to fuck you since the moment you saw me.”

“N- no! No, I didn’t. I love Kate!” you snapped, trying to push Yelena off of you. You felt gross and cold, and you wanted nothing more than to go back to your apartment. Yelena continued to fuck you at a bruising pace, not allowing you a break.

“Oh? You love Kate Bishop? Then why are you letting me fuck you on this dirty ground while she’s at home all alone?” Yelena whispered in your ear, bringing her hand to your right nipple.

Yelena licked her lips as you let out a pained gasp, “Or maybe we should call her? Let her know how much of a whore her girlfriend really is? How does that sound?”

“Please no-!” you yelled, causing Yelena to slap you as hard as she could with the hand that was playing with your nipple.

The force of the hit causing you to stop fighting and you began to stare up into the night sky as Yelena continued to fuck you. You should have stayed at Kate’s, or at least let her order a cab for you, yet here you were. You were going to have to tell her as soon as you could.

“Fuck, you take me so well, I’m going to have to get a much bigger strap huh?” Yelena moaned as she continued to fuck you.

After a good ten minutes, Yelena pulled out of you. “I see you didn’t come, and that’s completely okay! You can’t tell me you didn’t have fun, though.”

You sat up, wiping away your tears as soon as Yelena stood up. You didn’t want her to be around you any longer than she had to. Grabbing her jacket that you hadn’t noticed she took off and handed to you. “Here, wear this on your way back to your apartment, I can’t have you going home with nothing on.”

You reluctantly took it from her, putting it on before you put your pants back on. “I want my underwear back.” You said, looking at the ground as you stood up. You needed a hot shower, and you wanted nothing more than to get away from her.

“You want your panties back?” she teased. You and her both knew that she heard you correctly.

“Yes…” you whispered, flinching as Yelena got closer to you.

“If you want them back, all you have to do is give me a kiss,” Yelena laughed, causing you to zip up the jacket she had given you.

“Just keep it and leave me alone, okay?” you said before walking out of the alley.

“Oh, (Your Name),” Yelena called out, causing you to turn around and face her. “If you tell anyone, I’ll hurt you. Understood? I know where you work, where you live, where you go for fun when you’re not spending time with Kate Bishop. I can take you out faster than anyone would or could notice. I mean it, (Your Name).”

You didn’t say a word - only nodding before you walked away and headed towards your apartment. You weren’t going to sleep tonight - you knew it. Maybe after your shower you’d pick up reading? Maybe that will keep your mind off of what Yelena did to you? All these questions ran through your head as you walked home. You took your time, not seeing a point in rushing home.

You flinched as your phone rang and when you saw that it was Kate, you breathed a sigh of relief for a good moment before realizing that you couldn’t tell Kate what had just happened. Not now, not ever. You took a deep breathe, finally answering her phone.

“(Your Name), what have you been doing that was more important than answering me? What the fuck? I said I was sorry, why can’t you just accept that?” Kate snapped, causing you to realize that you had been crying. You were just a block away from your apartment now - no Yelena in sight, thankfully.

“I-I’m sorry, I had my phone on silent and I decided to go for a walk when I got home. I’m sorry for not answering,” you apologized. You knew you weren’t so much in the wrong, but you also knew if you didn’t say what she wanted to hear, Kate was going to hold onto it for a while and that was something you didn’t need to deal with on top of what just happened.

“Well, next time you need to answer right away, okay? How about you come back here and show me how sorry you are? You weren’t listening to me: I trust you babe, it’s Yelena that I don’t,” Kate pleaded, causing you to sigh.

You should have listened to her - this was all your fault.

You began to cry harder, trying your best not to be too loud. The last thing you needed was for Kate to hear you and ask a bunch of questions. “Can I come first thing in the morning? I’ll bring us food and some movies, and-and I’ll even bring my switch and we can play some games!”

“Sounds like a plan. And bring your collar, I want to fuck you during the movies you bring,” Kate said, and you bit your lip as hard as you could. You didn’t want her to touch you, but you knew that she would grow suspicious if you denied her. You needed to act as if Yelena didn’t hurt you and that everything was okay. “Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll buy you some stuff that I’ve been wanting you to wear?”

You wiped away your tears as you finally reached your apartment complex. “You don’t have to, really. I still have a few things I haven’t worn yet.”

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed. I love you,” Kate said.

You swallowed. “I love you too.”

As soon as she hung up on you, you reached your front door. Looking around before pulling your keys out, and once more before unlocking it and walking in. You shut the door quickly, locking the door and making sure that it was locked three times before you turned on a light. You hated feeling like this, hated feeling like Yelena was going to pop out of nowhere like she did.

You walked around your living room, making sure your side door was locked completely, along with every window. Making your way up the stairs, you continued to look behind you until you made to the second floor. You rushed to your room, closing the door and shutting it. You locked your bedroom door and ripped off the jacket she had given you. Kicking it underneath your bed, you pulled your pants down and kicked them across the room. Rushing into the bathroom that was connected to your room, you turned on the shower and got in. You just needed to get the dirt off of you as well as the feeling of Yelena’s touch.

Trying your best not to cry, you scrubbed your skin as hard as you could. You wanted to desperately tell Kate, but couldn’t. Even if you could, would she actually believe you? Would she accuse you of wanting to fuck her the moment you saw her at the party? You wanted nothing more than to forget about it, but your mind was racing. Thankfully you weren’t going to ever see Yelena again and that made you feel a lot better, but you knew tomorrow you were going to have to let Kate fuck you, or she would know something was wrong.

“Fuck!” you shouted, turning off the water.

You got out of the shower, grabbing the towel from the rack before drying yourself off. You didn’t feel like putting clothes back on - crawling into your bed, you closed your eyes, letting sleep take over.

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You woke up, squeezing your thighs shut as you felt something touch your pussy. Snapping your eyes open once you were awake enough and alert, you turned to see Yelena sitting next you just as she slid two fingers inside you. Taken by surprise, you opened your mouth to scream, but Yelena shoved two fingers into your mouth with her other hand.

“Don’t be too loud, don’t want the neighbors to know much of a pathetic, cheating slut you are. Or do you want that? Want them to come over and fuck you next after me?” Yelena asked teasingly. “Oh what? Mouth too full to speak? How cute.”

Yelena continued to fuck you with her fingers, quickly adding a third. “God, you’re taking my fingers like a champ. I don’t think I’m ever going to stop visiting you,” she stated, licking her lips. She removed her fingers from your mouth, her eyes glued on you as you squeezed yours shut.

“Please…” you whimpered, trying to fight the orgasm that was fast approaching. “Please stop, Yelena, please.”

“You sound so fucking good when you beg,” Yelena complimented you, causing you to feel sick to your stomach. Yelena pulled her fingers out of your pussy and brought them up to your mouth. “Spit.”

When you didn’t, she shrugged, “No fun.” before bringing them to her own mouth. She spat once, and then twice before bringing them back down to your pussy.

Yelena pushed all three fingers back into you before adding a fourth one. “Wow, you know, for someone who really doesn’t like this, you sure are wet enough to take my whole fist. Let’s see if you can, shall we?”

You shook your head, bringing your hand that wasn’t near Yelena and punching her as hard as you could. To your surprise, she didn’t flinch at all.

“Really?!?” Yelena snapped, “Cукa. If you’re going to hit me, you should maybe hit me a little harder - that was just pathetic.”

“You’re the pathetic one, having to force yourself on someone. What? Nobody wanted to fuck you?” you snapped.

You gasped as she grabbed you by the throat roughly. “I can have anyone I want, but I chose you. You should be grateful I’m fucking you.”

Yelena let go of your neck, looking down and smiling when she realized how much of a mess you were making. When you accidentally let out a noise you had been holding in for who knows how long, Yelena’s smile grew bigger. “Oh? Are you about to come for me?” Yelena asked, even though she knew the answer already.

You shook your head, trying your best to deny what was approaching fast. “You can come, baby, really. But, I want you to say that I fuck you better than Kate while you do.”

“N-No!” you cried out, trying to pull at her wrist, but once again, she was too strong.

“Do I need to hurt you?” Yelena asked. When you shook your head, she sighed, “Then say it. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You’re so close, (Your Full Name), come on, be a good girl and say it.”

You bit your lip, but when Yelena wrapped her hand around your throat and squeezed, you choked out, “You… you fuck me better than Kate!”

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear that,” she teased, letting go of your neck.

“You- you fuck me better than Kate, please-” you cried out as you came.

Yelena continued her pace as she fucked you through your orgasm, allowing you to ride it out before she removed her fingers. Bringing them to your mouth, she shoved two of her fingers as far as she could get them. She pulled them out as you began to gag. “You really need to work on that gag reflex, (Your Full Name). Does Kate not fuck your face?”

You looked down at your hands, refusing to look at Yelena longer than you already had. “How did you get in? I made sure I locked everything,” you said, hoping she would be honest with you.

“Oh, now why would I tell you that?” she teased. “Have fun at Kate’s, but remember, if you tell her…”

“I won’t, I won’t,” you said, hoping she would be satisfied with your answer.

“Good girl. Have fun.”

With that, Yelena walked out of your room and, you assumed, down the stairs. Turning to look at the clock, you sighed when you realized it was only seven in the morning. You had two hours before Kate was expecting you, but a part of you wanted to cancel - to lie and tell her you were sick, but you knew she would never fall for that. You dragged yourself out of bed and once you grabbed the clothes you wanted to wear, you took a long, hot shower again.

You packed a bag: a few outfits, some movies, and your switch, and called Kate to see if she was up. After the second ring, she answered, “Hey babe,” she said, and you smiled softly.

You and Kate had issues, but hearing her voice was comforting now. “Hey, I know it’s earlier than usual but would it be okay if I come now? I’ll be spending the weekend too if you’re still okay with that.”

“I totally am, I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Kate said.

“Yeah! I’m finding a ride right now,” you said before Kate hung up.

You took a deep breath as you ordered a ride, unsure of what was going to happen. You were usually awful at keeping secrets, but you knew you were going to have to try your best with this. A part of you wanted to know how Yelena got in your apartment, suddenly not feeling safe in your own space.

Once your uber was two minutes away, you grabbed your bag and went outside. Locking your door and making sure it was locked, you hoped the next few days were going to be great.

#dark au #dark yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #my writing #mine

[foggyxrayspecs]

Security Measures

Prompt: Yelena is an underboss in her family’s organization. Her latest mission calls her to exact revenge on an old friend that no longer has her sister’s best interest at heart. While infiltrating his operation, she enjoys dismantling all his security, including his guard dog.

Warnings: dark-ish, sub-themes of human trafficking, heavy petplay

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I like the idea of Yelena taking on a pet that is essentially a loaded gun. With all her new toys, she gets super nerdy about studying the mechanics of how it all works. Then she’d devote herself to mastering the ultimate switch — a deadly weapon and a big, dumb lapdog. Hijinks ensue! Tip of the hat to @scarlettwlw for letting me borrow the Widow AU Yelena. (Much appreciated!!!) All future chapters (link)

The faint swipe of the plastic card key and the affirmative beep of the reader has you up on your knuckles and knees in seconds. The auditory enhancements behind your ears dial in on the soft echoes of boots and amplify them. You frown at the closed door in front of you and concentrate on listening to the soft murmuring of two people entering the corridor. One of them is the Boss, and the other is unknown. A stranger. They don’t sound too tall, but you’ve learned not to judge what’s in small packages.

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IN THE ROOM

The faint swipe of the plastic card key and the affirmative beep of the reader has you up on your knuckles and knees in seconds. The auditory enhancements behind your ears dial in on the soft echoes of boots and amplify them. You frown at the closed door in front of you and concentrate on listening to the soft murmuring of two people entering the corridor. One of them is the Boss, and the other is unknown. A stranger. They don’t sound too tall, but you’ve learned not to judge what’s in small packages.

You let out a soft woof to yourself and crowd the door under the handle. As the voices grow louder, you can make out the language. Russian. You preferred it when the Boss spoke English, allowing you to understand what was going on. When you know what's going on, it's easier to guard him properly and not get in the way. Not getting in the way is the thin margin that keeps you on the Boss's good side. A side that has been disappearing as of late. 

Uncontrolled, you begin barking your head off, actively dropping your voice to catch all the lower registries of bass you can gather. You've got one thing on your mind — to protect the Boss, the space, to warn the stranger. Sound waves roll off you towards the door, willing the wood to buckle under the weight of your ferocity.

Click. The door opens, letting in the smells from the corridor. The Boss is tense. The stranger is — you sharply inhale — then the world goes black as the Boss tosses his heavy peacoat at you, covering your head. 

"SHUDDUP, FUCKING MUTT! Holy hell!" You hear the Boss circle the desk and flop down in his chair, kicking his boots up on the mahogany surface. "Come in and take a seat, Yelena. There much to discuss."  

The stranger pauses two steps into the room as the door closes.

"Ah, you have a guardhund," she says, gently surprised. 

"Yes," you hear the Boss sigh. "They've been installed here for six months since the attempted break-in. Not worth the money if you ask me."

You feel the coat being gently pulled from your head. As you blink away the darkness, you are immediately captured in the green gaze of the woman. Her eyes assessing. You swallow down more barking.

She mutters to the Boss, "Ivan. You should not treat your protector so haphazardly."

"It's good for them. They aren't a lot of fun, you know."

"Fun? Is this how run your business?"

"Yelena," the Boss says in a low husk. "You know I know how much you like your fun. Lisbon…with Magda?"

The woman chuckled and nodded, "Yes, I remember. Well, the Portuguese had it coming." You could tell she was forcing herself to relax as she sat in the chair opposite the Boss's desk. 

Your training keeps you constantly vigilant. You stare down the stranger. You cannot help but give a low growl of warning deep in your throat. She just winks at you. You blink back. You tilt your head, showing the barest amount of curiosity. 

"My sister has a pet."

"Oh, yes, I've seen her. Glued to Natasha, beautiful… a little spoiled," the Boss grins.

Yelena chuckles. "Yes, her puppy is quite a handful."

"Well, at least she has personality. This one… " He motions to you. "They just sit there. Staring. It's… a little creepy."

Yelena barks a laugh. "It sounds like they are doing their job."

Over the next half-hour, you listen to the Boss and the woman — Yelena — converse in a foreign language. Yelena sneaks glances at you every few minutes. You take her in unabashedly, watching every move she makes. The Boss didn't seem to care that she was still heavily armed even after the screening from the crew members at the front entrance.

The Boss's sharp laugh and scrape of the chair pull you back into the moment. The Boss rounds the desk and envelops Yelena into a hug, rubbing her arms. You watch her endure the embrace, holding her breath. "Okay, we've got a deal. So good to see you again, Yelena. It will be a pleasure to see you much more often, yes?"

The woman gracefully breaks his embrace and steps back, her eyes falling on you. She easily says her goodbyes with a slight nod and leaves the room. You inhale the last of her heady scent.

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YELENA'S APARTMENT

"So, he's got a guardhund."

"Christ. How the hell did he get one?"

"Probably his mother. So, we'll need to add that into the mix."

Natasha hums absently.

Yelena takes a breath. "I don't want to kill the pup. How do I… dominate them?"

"Oh, look at you. My little sister… the handler."

"Shut up. I need to know to plan the rest of the mission. And, I don't know… you are the one with the PET!"

"Puppy and a guardhund are two very, very different things." Natasha sighs. "Most pets — even guardhunds — don't respond well to being forcibly dominated. Muzzle grabs and alpha rolls do nothing to assure them that we are in control. Instead, they make us appear more aggressive, out of control, and untrustworthy, increasing their stress.

"Since you've got time. I think you need to play to your strengths. Win them over the old-fashioned way. Earn it. If that fails… food." Natasha hums again. "Also, we could try one other thing…"

Yelena raised an eyebrow.

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IN THE ROOM | Three days later… 

You dig your teeth into your cuff for the thousandth time that day. The leather feels good in your mouth. You begin the delicate work of chewing the edges around your wrist. Whatever you can do to pass the endless time. 

After you finish the first phase of your leatherwork, you sigh heavily, looking up at the window where the light is finally dimming. 

Your ear perks at the sound of solitary footsteps entering the corridor. You pull back your ear muscle to focus the tech on amplification. It was her again. Yelena.

You push yourself from resting on your haunches and roll forward to balance your weight onto your knuckles. You exhale a soft huff of breath as your body tenses in anticipation. 

You keep quiet as she slides the key card and opens the door, quietly shutting it behind her. You frown darkly, watching her.

She drops down to you. She was not looking into your eyes, but you could tell her attention was on you. "No enthusiastic greeting today? Am I not a threat? Forgive me if I don’t trust your judgment."

You offer a low growl and show her your teeth. You are meant to protect this room — its sanctity, its secrets. She slowly raises her hand to one of the many zippers on her vest. You growl louder. She lets out a quick "Shh!"

Your interest is captured when she lifts her hand and takes treats from her pocket. You hold still, nostrils twitching. Your shock collar training keeps you from being ruled by food motivation, but it's been such a long time since you've eaten. The Boss likes to keep you hungry to keep you on edge. Still, you hold when she presents you with an outstretched hand with three delicious-smelling morsels. You growl louder.

"Ahh, no treats? You have a strong will," she says softly.

You watch her with serious eyes. She smelled as good as she did days ago, her voice soothing, her energy calming. She forces a yawn, showing that she's not interested in confrontation. She drops the treats on the rug next to you. 

She raises her hand to another pocket and pulls out a handkerchief that smells repugnant. You sneeze and growl heavily. She quickly tucks it away and opens another zipper to remove another folded cloth. "Nope."  

Your attention snaps to the new cloth. "Mm, this has your attention. You like this?" 

She holds the handkerchief out to you, and you smell it greedily and begin softly licking the cloth texture. "Ah, Natasha was right about the pheromones. She'll love that. Look at how you are licking…licking it all up..." 

She tries to take the cloth back, and you can't help but reach out and bite it. You try to pull it back from her grasp. “You love women's pheromones, mm? Want to play tug-of-war?" She lightly tugs the cloth, and you move closer but start digging in with the heels of your palms and your knees, leveraging your strong muscles to pull back.

She grins and gives it to you, watching you as you jerk back and then begin to lower yourself to the ground immediately and lick the cloth in earnest. You hear her hum softly, and then you feel a light touch on your back. She waits three seconds, then moves her hand between your shoulder blades. “Many bruises.” She purses her lips and clicks her tongue, “Have you been fighting? Or, have they done this to you?” 

Yelena starts rubbing between your shoulder blades, and it feels like heaven. You barely close your eyes and revel in the touch soothing your knotted muscles. Since you were kicked in the back last week, you had tried to surreptitiously roll on the rug or rub against the Spartan furniture in the room to ease your body aches. You grunt softly as she begins to dig her fingers in. "Aw, you are in such tension."

You lean into her, now sucking on the cloth in your mouth. You subtly ask for more pressure by arching into her hand. She generously gives it to you, softly moving her other hand to guide you on your side. She massages your muscles intensely, and you let out a low whine of pleasure and relief.

"Ah, you are a good pup. Well, you are more like a bear. You are fierce, but you are just a baby. Yes, just a little cub," she modulates her voice high and low, then high again. 

You can't fucking help it; you lean into this new feeling of warmth in your chest and let your tongue lull out and turn all the way over onto your back, showing her your belly and narrowing your eyes to everything but her and her beautiful voice. Yelena.

Yelena gives you a brilliant smile and few more belly scratches and then quickly raises to her feet, leaving you blinking out of your joyful haze. You watch her turn on the Boss's computer and tap the keys. After a few minutes, she pulls a stick from the machine's side and tucks it back into a new pocket. 

You hear her sigh and walk back over to you, folding herself down on her haunches and gently stroking your chin. 

"Drop it." She hooks her thumb into your jaw and pries it open so she can remove the handkerchief. You whine softly, and she smiles at you slowly. "You like my smell. Very good, cub."

After she quietly leaves, you snap up the treats in your mouth and chew as you stare at the door, listening to the light steps of the blonde woman. You hope she turns heel and comes back.

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IN THE ROOM | The next week… 

You can hear the Boss pause his typing. He stabs the intercom with his finger and calls out to his crew operating the front of the shop — only static returns.

You hear footsteps in the corridor. Yelena. 

You wait. As the sound of her boots reaches normal human hearing levels, you smell the Boss's anxiety spike in fear.

You wait, wanting to turn invisible. You don't want him to say the words. Those damn words that make you into a ravaging beast. 

Yelena swipes the card and opens the door. 

"Atta…" The word dies on his lips as Yelena puts a bullet dead-on in the Boss's forehead. 

She cuts her eyes to you and pats her thigh twice, "Come here, cub. We're leaving."

Fuck, that voice. You obey.

#dark!yelena belova #dark!yelena belova x reader #dark!yelena #grey!yelena #security measures #scarlettwlw #widow au

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Masterlist

Marvel:

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Wandanat

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

The 100:

Lexa

Clarke Griffin

Raven Reyes

Twilight:

Rosalie Hale

Actors:

Elizabeth Olsen

Angela Giarratana (Smosh)

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[harryspet]

butterfly kisses | p.parker

[Warnings] dark!grey!peter parker x reader, innocent!little!reader, daddy!caregiver!peter, dominant x submissive, blackwidow!reader, avengers compound/young avengers au, ddlg, age regression, oral sex (female recieving), dubcon!! sex, mental manipulation, reader has ptsd, grooming?, unprotected sex, little editing

A/N: [model in banner is @/enchanted_noir, gif credit to @/defendingwarrior]

In which Peter finds out your little secret and takes advantage. 

word count: 5.3k

taglist:  @cherienymphe @lovelynerdytraveler @hollandsdream @micki-smiles @buckybarnesplumwhore @arts-ismything @saharzek @what-is-your-wish @brattypeony @hermayonegg-blog @buckysugar @mischiefmanaged011 @visintaes  @watercoolerpaint @disaster-rose @slutforsebstan @doozywoozy  @oneoftheprettynerds @xoxonotme @winterbuckystan1917​ @simpformarvelmenandwoman​ @hallecarey1​

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Yelena was practically unstoppable, giving both Bucky and Sam a run for their money. She was faster than them, leaving them spinning whenever she rushed past them. They thought they had her at one point, Bucky’s vibranium arm wrapping around her neck. She was quick to bring her elbow back into his chest and then her fist to his groin. Bucky doubled over but Sam quickly approached with fists raised. She seemed to land all her punches but also take each one that Sam landed with the most grace you’d ever witnessed. 

She tried to trip him, kicking her legs behind his own, but he brought her down with him. They rolled together before he had her pinned beneath him. She thrusted her lower body up, weakening his stance, before grabbing his own arm, pushing it against his chest and pushing him into the mat. As Sam’s head hit the ground hard, he’d clearly accepted defeat. 

“The groin shots are cheap, Belova!” Bucky was still reeling in pain. She eyed you, a tired smirk on her face, as she took in her victory. 

“It’s only fair. You’ve got a hundred pounds on me and I’ve got the ability to kick you in the balls,” You smiled at her words, watching as Yelena helped Sam off the ground. 

You heard footsteps beside you and soon you were looking to your left as Peter Parker claimed the space beside you, “Did you see that?” The question became rhetorical as you noticed his wide eyes and the way he was staring at Yelena, “That was just the third round. So far Yelena’s in the lead.”

“Damn,” Peter cursed though it wasn’t very intimidating on his lips. You only really saw him as the kind, sweet guy who charitably helped you and Yelena adjust after moving to the new compound, “Are you gonna go next?”

You instantly shook your head although you realized your answer might seem strange considering the sports bra and leggings you were wearing. You’d put on workout clothes but hadn’t quite gotten the courage up to train yet, “Yelena is way better hand to hand than me,” It wasn’t a lie but you’d spent your entire life training hand to hand. You grew up in The Red Rom just like she had and were trained by the exact same people. You’d gone toe to toe with Yelena as well and you used to be able to hold your own with her. 

The look on Peter’s face was curious, like he wanted to know more, but he didn’t press the specific topic, “I was gonna box and I’m in need of a sparring partner if you’d like to help me out,” That didn’t give you much room to turn him down so you nodded hesitantly. 

You hadn’t told anyone, only Yelena vaguely knew how much you were frightened of the training room. This place wasn’t at all like the Red Room, you weren’t being beaten or mind controlled into submission. Despite all that, you were afraid of going into survival mode and never being able to escape it again. 

“It’ll be low pressure, I’m way less intense than those guys,” Peter continued, placing a hand on your shoulder, as if he sensed your unease, “Plus, I need way more practice fighting without the webs. I get so used to being in the air sometimes that I forget how to manage on my feet.”

You followed him to the wall on the far right that held all the equipment. You eyed a set of white, 12 ounce fighting gloves but Peter stopped you before you could grab them, “First, jump rope,” He held two sets of jump rope in his hand. One set black and the other green, “What color?”

“I like green,” You admitted and that seemed to amuse him. 

“Y/N!” You heard your name shouted across the room. You turned to see Yelena wrapping a towel around her neck, water bottle in hand, “I’m gonna go pass out but movie night later with Kate?”

You raised your thumb, “Enjoy your nap, I’ll see you later!”

“Enjoy Peter, I’ll see you later,” She winked very badly before she turned on her heel. 

You turned back to Peter, your face warm with embarrassment, “She’s funny,” Peter commented. 

“When she’s not being annoying,” You responded, taking both handles of the rope and stretching it out before you, “Annoyingly clever and annoyingly good at everything.”

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I heard Miss Nat recommended you both for positions in the new Avengers initiative.”

You shrugged, “So?”

“So, that means you’re probably annoyingly clever and good at everything too. You just haven’t shown everyone yet.”

“Maybe so,” Those words were all you’d give up to him. He probably had a point but this environment didn’t really allow for deep thinking for you. You thought you might turn around at any moment and see rows and rows of brainwashed agents behind you. 

You followed his lead and his pace as he began to skip the rope. You weren’t in your best shape, you could feel it already, but you were keeping up. At first, you regretted choosing to stand directly in front of him but the eye contact slowly became less awkward, “This is kinda easy, Peter” You admitted. 

“How. Are you. Speaking. So Easily?” Peter spoke through gasping breaths. Soon, you were increasing your pace as you felt you could go faster. You ended up going way faster than Peter, spinning in circles, as you tried cool tricks.

Peter was trying to keep up with your pace but eventually he had to stop, holding on to his knees as he tried to catch his breath. You slowed down soon after, not wanting to be any more of a show off, “So I was right,” He decided, “You’re good at that.”

You hated the work you used to do but you were reminded of how much you liked the adrenaline rush that came with being physically active. You were far from how you used to be but perhaps the world didn’t need another trained killer, just someone trying her best. 

After your warm up, you and Peter went on to actual boxing. You went back and forth with one person holding the punching mitts while the other practiced combinations. This exercise reminded you of the time you lost to one of the other widows in a sparring match. You were taught the importance of being fast on your feet so your opponents blows can’t land effective blows as well as how to land an effective blow despite having a short reach. She made you chase her around the mat, exhausting you, so she could overtake you. 

The punishment for the loser was always for every other widow to form a line and one by one land a punch to the loser’s stomach. You remembered the different colors of bruises that your stomach turned and how your mouth tasted like blood for days. The times when you were forced to hurt someone else were even more imprinted in your mind. 

Peter realized you weren’t giving it your all, your mind clearly having gone elsewhere, “Hey, hey,” He put down his hands, closing the gap between you. As he came closer, and despite the kind look on his face, your anxiety went through your roof, “What’s wrong? That was good!”

You nodded, “Yeah, I-I just got distracted . . . sorry.”

“That’s okay. You wanna take a break?” You were already taking off your gloves. 

“I think that’s enough for me today,” You spoke curtly, stepping away from him. You knew you’d start hyperventilating soon and you didn’t want anyone to see the person you turned into when you were stressed, “Thanks for this, P-Peter!”

His concerned eyes were on you as you walked, a little too fast, away from him. 

“Yelena! I told you I didn’t want to watch this!” You pushed her shoulder as she maniacally giggled. After a jumpscare, you’d completely spilled your bowl of pretzels and M&M’s which Kate was now on the floor cleaning up. 

“What? That wasn’t even scary!” 

You didn’t understand how a movie about a party clown killing a bunch of school aged children wasn’t nightmare material. Kate clearly didn’t like the movie either but she wasn’t nearly as skittish as you, “I’m picking next time,” Kate announced, “Something we would all actually like.”

“No fun,” Yelena pouted, rolling herself off of your bed. You all rotated who would host movie nights and tonight it took place in your room. You were always an accommodating host, having crochet each of the girls their own special blankets, and lined your dresser with bowls of their favorite snacks. Fairly lights flicker above your bed but the cozy nature of your room served as a sharp contrast to the movie you watched on the screen mounted across the room.

“I want something romantic,” You argued, “Maybe a rom com or a historical romance like Pride and Prejudice.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. 

“How about a romantic thriller?” Kate asked you, ignoring the blonde assassin’s usual behavior. You nodded eagerly, “Okay, cool. I’ll do some research!” 

“I think it’s time for me to turn in,” Yelena faked a yawn. 

Kate grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the door, “C’mon grumpy. Night, Y/N!”

You waved her goodbye, hearing Yelena shout as she was dragged out of the room, suddenly chipper again, “Night, Y/N!” 

You enjoyed spending time with your friends especially now that you and Yelena had become so close to Kate. When they were gone, you missed their company but you knew you needed your nights to yourself. You began your nightly routine, switching the TV from the credits of a horror movie to the Disney logo. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Lock bedroom door, please,” After hearing the click of the lock, you released a deep breath, “And run a bath, please.” 

You cleaned up any remnants of your friends, folding up their blankets and placing them inside the ottoman near your couch. You kept all the tools for your regression in a secret compartment of your closet. You knew it was unlikely that someone would go rummaging through your personal belongings but you liked the security of F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s system. 

Picking out pajamas for yourself, you chose a pink, care bear onesie and pink socks. You laid it out on your bed before getting undressed. When you finally got to sink into the bath, you felt the stresses of the day melt away. It was a bubble bath, of course, and you loved the mindless task of constructing figures with them and giving yourself mustaches and crowns. 

You were already slipping into your headspace. You’d desperately wanted to be here especially after training with Peter. 

After your bath, you were now trying to practice your skin care in front of the mirror. For years, you barely looked at yourself in the mirror, thinking it would be easier to live with yourself if you dehumanized yourself as much as possible. It was rare that you’d let your eyes wander to your lower stomach where you could see the straight incision scar that traveled from beneath your belly button to your public area. Your own exposure therapy didn’t seem to be working as tears sprung in your eyes everytime. 

You left the bathroom, deciding that you’d braid your hair into a protective style without a mirror. You dressed in your pajamas, grabbing your favorite stuffed animal, a green frog, and burrowing yourself into your sheets. Tinkerbell was playing on the television and at the end of the movie, when Tinkerbell helps bring spring to the mainland, almost always helped sink you into your headspace even deeper. 

It was the middle of the night and you should’ve been sleeping but you had a craving for ice cream. You’d set a rule that you’d always stay in your room when you were in little space but little you often had a mind of her own. You padded to the door, softly asking Friday to open the door, before you checked if the coast was clear. In your pink socks, you tiptoed to the kitchen, holding Prince Naveen close to your chest. 

The compound was quiet and you assumed each of the other Avengers were either fast asleep or keeping to themselves. You never knew Tony Stark but you were quite grateful for his technology … and his money. You weren’t sure what kind of life you’d be able to make for yourself if you didn’t have this opportunity. 

You rummaged through the freezer, finding a half-eaten container of sherbert ice cream. The color was pink like your onesie so it was a no brainer that you’d choose this to dig into. You shut the freezer before finding a big spoon in one of the drawers. You climbed onto the kitchen counter, making yourself comfortable, as you began to dig in. 

“Y/N?” You perked up to see a brown eyed boy staring at you from across the kitchen. He was dressed in a compression shirt and sweatpants, the former highlighting an extremely muscular chest and arms. His figure was even more exaggerated as he crossed his arms. He grinned at you, taking in your appearance, “Is this something Yelena made you wear?”

You frowned, confused, “I’m Love-a-lot Bear.”

Peter looked even more confused than you, “Oh . . . and who’s this guy?” He came closer and you felt a bit annoyed that he was interrupting your ice cream eating. You scooped a bite into your mouth, kicking your legs in happiness as you tasted the deliciousness. 

You looked down at the frog stuffie sitting beside you, “Prince Naveen. He got turned into a frog but I’m taking care of him.”

“Like in that movie …” He raised an eyebrow. 

You nodded, “Princess and the Frog. Have you seen it?”

“Once, I think.”

“I’ve seen it about …” You calculated it in your mind, “Fifty-four times. I can quote it word by word. Do you want to hear? The Evening Star is shining bright, so make a wish and hold on tight, there's magic in the air tonight-” You began to sing but Peter shushed you as your voice got louder. 

“You’re gonna wake everyone up,” He whispered and you looked down, cross eyed at the finger that was now pressed against your lips. You nodded and he slowly removed it. 

“Oops,” You whispered, “Why is everyone sleeping when there’s ice cream to eat?”

“Y/N … did something happen to you?”

You shrugged, other more pressing things occupying your thoughts, “I don’t think so … I just wanted ice cream. I better get going because I left all my other stuffies and they can get into trouble when I’m not watching them. Plus, I’m watching all the Tinker Bell movies.”

You hopped off the counter, “Do you want to come?” You felt like you could trust him and that’s why you wrapped one of your hands in his. He didn’t answer with words but he followed you, grabbing your frog that you almost left behind, as you led him to your room, “What’s your name?”

“You don’t remember?” You looked at him with innocent eyes, “Peter, my name’s Peter.”

“Like Peter Pan?” You smiled.

“Yeah, like Peter Pan.”

Peter paid close attention as you introduced him to each one of your stuffed animals. Each one had a name and a short backstory. You told him how you liked to get a new one every time you were in the city. Before he saw your room, Peter never would’ve guessed you’d like any of this stuff.  You were quieter and more humble than Yelena but Peter knew you were just as strong. He wasn’t sure why you were acting this way but he wouldn’t deny a chance to get closer to you. 

You also explained the entire Tinker Bell franchise to him, introducing him to every character and the politics of Pixie Hollow, “Did you grow up watching these movies?”

You shook your head, yawning, before you rested your head on his shoulder. The two of you sat closely on the couch, your legs sprawled over Peter’s lap, “I didn’t get to be smaller… for a long time. I like being like this, Peter.” Of course you weren’t watching Disney movies growing up as a little girl in the Red Room, Peter suddenly realized. Peter’s mind was reeling, not truly understanding how you seemed to be a completely different person. 

You fell asleep soon and Peter knew he couldn’t spend the night here. He couldn’t risk someone seeing him coming out of your room and he certainly didn’t want the other version of you waking up with him in the bed. This version of you didn’t seem to recognize him so would you even remember he was here?

Peter carried you to your bed, tucking you in, and placing your favorite frog in your arms. He held your cheek in his hands, feeling the soft skin there, and admired the features on your face. He liked you before he’d known just how innocent you could be. He imagined your hand in his again, he could still feel the softness of your hands and the warmness in his heart. 

Peter wanted to grow to love you. 

The next morning, Peter was working in the lab with Bruce. He’d skipped breakfast, not sure if he was ready to face you after what happened last night. You’d gone from sparring partners to cuddle buddies so quickly that Peter was worried he’d imagined the entire thing last night, “Mr. Banner, sir?”

The man looked up from his laptop, “Yeah, Peter?”

“What do you know about trauma responses?”

“I’m not a psychologist, Peter,” He folded his arms, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead. 

“But you’re a genius, right?”

Bruce gave him an amused look, “Why are you thinking about trauma responses?”

“Well … would it make sense for someone who went through a traumatic event … or had a traumatic life, for them to sort of revert back to a younger age.”

“Age regression?” Peter nodded as Bruce caught on, “I’d consider it a coping mechanism maybe for illnesses like PTSD. I’ve seen it used as a therapy technique. It allows the person to go back to an earlier state that may have been less traumatizing for them. I imagine this could be voluntary or involuntary depending on the case.”

Peter sat with his words for a moment, “And how do you think someone could . . . help another person that’s age regressing.”

“If it’s a good coping mechanism that’s working for them, I imagine any kind of support would be good. Being there for that person, however they need. Hopefully they get outside support from a mental health specialist for whatever is causing the regression,” Peter nodded, “You’ve met someone like this.”

“Uhm . . . yeah,” Peter answered, “Someone I met in the city while playing Spiderman. It’s not a big deal. I’m just curious.”

Bruce didn’t push the subject further. 

Your work was interrupted by Kate knocking on the glass door that led into the room. Both you and Yelena were standing behind her and you seemed to be laughing and talking together, “Pete, we’re going to the city! You coming?” Kate shouted through the glass. 

“You all have got a big mission tomorrow,” Bruce warned, not looking up from his laptop. 

“We’ll probably be back before late,” Peter stood from his seat, a mischievous look on his face, “No worries.”

Bruce hummed as if he wasn’t sure that he believed the young Avenger. 

“I’m sorry I ran out of training so fast,” Peter was shocked to hear you say. You were sitting beside each other on the train, an awkward situation that Yelena and Kate had arranged themselves, “I get overwhelmed sometimes.”

“Right,” Peter nodded nervously, “It’s okay. I get overwhelmed sometimes too, you know.”

“Really?” 

It really seemed that you hadn’t remembered him being with you last night. Peter half expected to see you in a onesie again, chatting away about Disney movies and desserts again. Instead, you were dressed like a normal, twenty-something who was going to the city with her friends. 

“Yeah, sometimes I’ll see something or hear something that reminds me of my Aunt … or Mr. Stark, and it doesn’t matter what I’m doing, I just feel like I’m gonna hyperventilate. Like I can’t get air properly into my lungs and I start sweating … and I just get irritable and not fun to be around. And when it’s over, I just feel embarrassed.”

Something flickered in your eyes, something like understanding, “I get embarrassed too. I suppose it’s just a chemical thing. Fight or flight, I mean. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“You’re probably right,” Peter’s smile was weak, “It’s just hard losing people.”

You nodded in agreement, “It’s hard not having anyone to lose.”

Peter wondered if you remembered the family that you were taken from. Peter even wondered if you considered looking for them, “Friends are just as important as family sometimes. It’s good that you have Yelena and Kate.”

“That’s true. Maybe we should be better friends, Peter,” Peter’s eyes turned to you quickly, a bit of wonderment on his face, “If you want, I mean.”

“Hell yeah,” Peter spoke a little quickly but he was encouraged by the warm smile that grew on your face, “I have places around Queens I want to show you guys.”

Peter showed you all where he grew up and the four of you enjoyed sandwiches from Delmar’s for lunch. Next, Peter wanted to show you guys his favorite part of Queens. The museums. Initially, Yelena took a hard stance that going to museums would be boring but even she was entertained by the cool exhibits at the science museum Peter showed you around. 

You and Peter talked so much. Much more than either of you expected. You were practically glued to his lip just the same way Kate was always glued to Yelena. 

You went to an art museum next, joining an already established tour group in the middle of their own tour. Peter watched you walking around the gift shop in wonderment at all the handmade knick knacks that were for sale in order to support the museum. Peter approached you, a gift bag in hand, “I got you something.”

“What?” You blurted out, confusion evident in your features, “You don’t need to-”

“Just look,” Peter pulled out the miniature figurine he’d just purchased. It was of a small green frog sitting underneath a red mushroom for shade. 

Your eyes widened, “Oh, Peter!” You took the figurine carefully in your hands, your voice going up several octaves as excitement filled you, “It’s so beautiful! Look at the little mushroom! How did you know I loved frogs?”

Peter lied, “I just thought you’d like it.”

“You really didn’t have to. I don’t deserve-”

“You do,” Peter assured you, “Keep it, please. It’s for you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you hugged him, “Thank you,” The way his hand pressed into your back sent shivers through you. 

“Are you gonna take good care of it?” Peter knew his words came out slightly patronizing and he could tell he might’ve embarrassed you slightly but you nodded shyly in response. 

“I will, I promise.”

When Peter knocked on your door a few nights later, the compound was quiet. All that he could see in the dark hallway were sparkling lights shining beneath your doorway. When the door opened, he was glad to see Smaller you, “Peter Pan,” You greeted him, your voice soft and sleepy, “Hi.”

“Hello, little one,” You looked pleased with the nickname, “Or should I call you princess?”

Peter closed the door behind him, taking in the fact that you were only in a white t-shirt, pale blue panties and fuzzy socks, “Both,” You angled your head at him, “But I’d like to be a fairy princess.” 

“I should’ve known.” There was something so alluring about being with you in this state. It was like being with you at your most vulnerable state and Peter liked being the only one who knew about Smaller you, “What have you been doing up so late?”

There was no Disney movie playing tonight but F.R.I.D.A.Y. was playing a soft melody of classical music. Peter wondered why you’d made that choice. You grabbed his hand, bringing him over to your own desk to show him what you’d been working on, “Drawing,” You answered, showing him the array of papers, pushing the scatter crayons out of the way, “Look at these, Petey. Look.”

Two of the photos were quite familiar. One was a drawing of a small frog sitting beneath a mushroom and the other was two people standing together near what he assumed was an art exhibit. The girl was wearing a plaid shirt just like she had the other day and the boy was wearing a black jacket. 

“It’s me and you,” Peter said.

“It is?” Your doe eyes looking up at him threatened to make him melt there on the spot, “Will you take me there?”

“Of course,” Peter agreed, “We’d look so cute together.”

“Yeah,” You beamed, “But I’d wear a pretty dress.”

“And I’d look like a frog in comparison. It would be perfect.”

“Don’t say that, Petey,” You squeezed his hand, “You look like . . . can I tell you a secret?”

Peter nodded and you motioned for him to lean down so you could whisper in his ear, “I think you like a handsome Prince.”

Peter chuckled at that, “Do you?” You nodded and Peter whispered into your ear next, “I won’t tell anyone your secret.”

You looked away shyly. You showed him the rest of the pictures and Peter encouraged you to put all the crayons back in the proper spot back in the carton. 

“Are you ready for bed yet?” Peter asked you, “It’s getting really late.”

You frowned, “I don’t like sleep. Can we stay up? Maybe we can play pretend?”

“Why don’t you like to sleep?”

You just shook your head, letting go of Peter’s hand, so you could rummage through your closet and find something else to do, “We could play a card game!”

Peter faked a yawn, walking over to your bed, “I’m really tired, Y/N. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Or a board game!”

“I’ll just sleep and you can play a game. I have some special sleepy dust I got from a fairy friend of mine. It’s gonna help me sleep,” Peter climbed into the fluffy white sheets of your bed, knowing your words had definitely caught your attention, “I guess you won’t need any, princess.”

Peter heard your feet pad over to the bed, “You have a fairy friend?”

“Yeah. I went to outer space once and I met one,” Peter shrugged, “On their planet, lots of princesses and princes have trouble sleeping because they have nightmares.”

“Oh,” The look on your face was doleful, “I get bad dreams like all the time. Would it work on me?”

“C’mere and I’ll show you,” Peter patted the spot next to you. You were hesitant as you climbed in the bed with him, “Lay down on your back for me.”

You did as he said, laying on your back with your head resting against a pillow, “And close your eyes for me, little one.”

“But I’m scared-” Peter pressed his hand to your waist, looking up and down your body. Being so close to you with so little clothing … Peter’s idea turned darker than he originally intended it to be. He was helping you, that meant he could help himself a little too. 

“I’m here, don’t worry,” As you slowly close your eyes, Peter took the opportunity to let his hands wander even further, “I’m going to sprinkle the dust over you now. Keep your eyes closed.”

Peter could feel you growing slightly impatient, “Petey, I don’t feel anything yet-”

“Of course you can’t feel anything yet, silly. I haven’t activated it yet,” Peter parted your legs, climbing over your body and settling between your legs, “I want you to call me something, okay? To help the fairy dust work.”

“What is it?”

“Call me Daddy.”

“But you’re not-”

“I am, I’m taking care of you, right?” You nodded, “Then that’s what you have to call me. Especially for the dust to work. Understand?”

“Okay … okay, Daddy,” The word couldn’t have sounded any better on your lips. Peter’s hard-on was already pressing against the fabric of his boxers. His fingers travel beneath your panties, softly feeling your folds. Before you could say another word, Peter’s lips were pressed to yours, swallowing your concerns and then eventually your whimpers.

Peter made his way down to your breasts, pulling your shirt up so they were exposed. He attacked the sensitive buds with his tongue, which seemed to bring you even more pleasure than the gentle fingering of your clit. He could feel you growing wetter, leading him to his fingers traveling to your sensitive hole. 

“You’re so beautiful, princess,” Peter said as he kissed over your stomach, including the scar that brought you so much anguish, “Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Make you real sleepy.”

When Peter first slid your panties to the side and pressed his mouth to your hole, your eyes shot open, “Stay still, little one,” Peter spoke with his mouthful. You tried your best not to squirm as the touch brought you an overwhelming new feeling of pleasure. 

You wanted to smile, to laugh, and to scream all the same time. It was his softness and wetness pressed against your own softness and wetness. He kissed you down there in a way that was difficult to describe but you could feel a slow build starting in your toes till it all completely rushed to your head. Your body was experiencing waves of pleasure and you were glad when he removed his mouth so you weren’t tortured further. 

Peter watched you ride at the orgasm. He pulled down his sweatpants and boxers with urgencies before grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head. He pressed his tip against your interest, his eyes looking darkly into yours as he slowly pushed inside, “Daddy,” You winced, “P-Peter – Daddy, it hurts!”

“I know, princess,” Peter grunted, “You can take it all, I know you can.”

Peter was right, you somehow stretched around him and that feeling of tearing soon subsided. Now, all you felt was completely full and completely at his mercy. You were trapped beneath him which meant he could set the pace for how fast he wanted to go. You started to only think of him inside you, of that primal pleasure that he was unlocking and the complete warmness that filled your skin. 

“Oh, you feel fucking amazing,” Peter pressed his forehead to yours so he was as close to your as possible. You felt his own eyelashes fluttering against yours, “You feel so good. Tell Daddy you love it.”

“I–” A hard thrust, “Love it, Daddy. I-I love it.”

You were so tight. Impossibly tight. He had to remind himself to not spill over to fast and he slowed his pace but fucked you even harder. When he felt you tightening around him, he felt safe in releasing inside of you. 

Your eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath. Peter fell beside you, and just like he’d promised, you felt like you could sleep for the next few days. Peter pulled the comforter over your body, pressing himself into your tired figure. He admired you closely, his nose rubbing against yours as his lips hovered above your own. 

“I sleepy … Daddy …”

“Goodnight, little one.”

Peter laid there until dawn and all he could think about was how pretty you looked when you came. 

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I'm your mother now, chapter 1

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summary: when you wake up in a strange room, you soon come to realize the amazing Black Widow, who appears to be the perfect role model for girls all around the world, is greatly deranged…

pairing: Dark!Natasha x teen reader

warnings: yelling, a lot of swearing, dark themes, kinda evil Natasha

genre: angst

words: 2972

a/n: I really wanted to write a dark Natasha fic but I didn't want to make it romantic or anything, so I went with the idea of Natasha kidnapping a child. Please don't read this if you are not comfortable with dark themes. Reader is kinda abused but that's because of Natasha's trauma.

Hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think :)

(I decided to make this a series, as I have so many ideas but find them simply too long for one fic. I will probably make a separate masterlist for the series) 

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You dropped your bag on the floor, kicking your shoes off and walking through the house, allowing yourself to fall on the couch in exhaustion. You were in highschool, and no matter what teacher you'd ask, they all called you their best student.

You passed every test, got good grades for every project, but mentally you were slipping. You hated your life. You hated the stupid loop you were trapped in. Every day is the same. You were tired. 

Your foster parents were scheduled to come home after dinner, so you knew you'd be able to lie on the couch for a while without being yelled at.

So that's what you did. 

You took a nap on the couch, enjoying the quietness of the house, when a noise upstairs catches you off guard. 

You get up slowly, carefully walking up the stairs. You had seen horror movies, and you knew what a bad idea it was, yet you decided to do it anyway. You creeped up the stairs, through the hallway and made it to your bedroom. It was small and there weren't many places to hide, but you were cautious anyway. 

Your window was open. The curtain was moving slightly due to the breeze outside. A shiver ran down your back. You had that feeling again. The same feeling you've had for the past few weeks. The feeling of being watched. 

You walked to your window carefully, pushing it close and locking it. Didn't you lock it yesterday?

Before you could even turn around, an arm clasped around your waist and a hand holding a cloth covered your mouth and nose. You tried to scream and try to get out of the person's grip, but it was of little use. The person holding you was strong. Way stronger than you were. 

You flung around in their grasp, trying to hit the arms that were holding you, but it was of no use. You heard a woman's voice behind you, shushing you and telling you it's all gonna be okay. Your eyes started drooping, falling close. The last thing you heard was a simple sentence….

“Shh baby, mama's got you…” 

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Natasha had been observing you for weeks. She saw you in the park one day, sitting on a bench. You appeared to be okay, but she could see the way you were holding back tears. It took everything in her not to walk up to you and comfort you. 

After that day, she decided to watch you more often. She watched you when you picked out your clothes. She watched you when you went to school. She watched you when you came home and got yelled at. She watched all of it. 

After watching you for about a week, she decided to do some more research. She had to know everything about you. You were absolutely perfect.

She found out about your parents, how they left you in front of the police station one night. They didn't want you, and Natasha's heart broke. The foster families you were placed with didn't care much for you either. You were often heavily neglected, and you never knew real love. 

From what Natasha had seen, you were barely capable of taking care of yourself. She wondered how often you showered, how often you ate and if you even brushed your teeth. 

No one seemed to have taught you how to live, and it broke Natasha's heart. She was determined to make you feel loved. She knew it was fate. She had to take care of you. It was simply meant to be. 

Natasha had been trying to have a child for so long. After her past in the Red Room, she knew she'd never be able to conceive herself, but she had tried everything there was. She had gone to adoption agencies and tried to adopt. She had applied to become a foster mom but nothing worked. She'd pass most criteria, but when the psychological tests came her test scores dropped. The authorities simply deemed her to mentally unstable to take care of a child.

Natasha was mad. Mad at the authorities and mad at herself. She just wanted a child. That's all she's ever wanted. How on earth did anyone dare deny her that.

After she was denied for foster care, she was upset, but she didn't dare give up. Natasha was determined that she would find someone for her to take care of, and she did. Anyone in their right mind could see it. You were destined to be with Natasha. 

After observing you for quite a while, Natasha decided it was time. You were crying almost every night, the stress of school and your grades were simply too much. Natasha couldn't bear to see you like this any longer, so she finally decided to make her move. She snuck in when you were at school. She didn't even have to sneak in through the window. The doors had an easy lock, and she could easily pick it open. 

When she made her way inside, she immediately went up to your room. She looked through it, smelling your clothes, touching your bed and everything you owned, which wasn't a lot. 

She clutched your only stuffed animal tightly to her chest, a tear rolling down her cheek. She was finally going to be a mom, and she couldn't wait. 

She collected some of your stuff, but only the stuff she couldn't replace, which included some notebooks, coloring books and your stuffed animal of course. She stuffed it in a bag and put all of it in her car. After she finished, she made her way back inside and waited. 

When she heard you come home, she was nearly jumping at the anticipation and excitement. 

She started making some noises, hoping you'd come upstairs soon. She had opened the window in your room, knowing you'd walk over to close it. You did that every day. If you forgot to close the window, you'd close it after coming home from school. 

Soon enough, she heard you walking upstairs, peeking through the door of the bathroom. She waited until you went into your bedroom, indeed closing the window as she expected.

The moment you weren't looking, she snuck into your room and quickly covered your face, making you inhale the Chloroform she'd put on the cloth. You were flailing around heavily, trying to get loose from her grasp, but she just held on tight. 

Natasha tried to comfort you, shushing you as you slowly lost consciousness. 

After you had passed out, she carefully lifted you up, walking down the stairs and, after grabbing your school bag, walking back to her car. She was careful as she placed you on the backseat, protecting your head as you slept peacefully. 

She placed your stuffed animal in your arms, smiling at the sight of you fast asleep. She got into the driver's seat and took off, driving you two far away from the big city.

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You groaned as the light hit your eyes, covering them with your hand as you blinked a few times, trying to get used to it. You stretched your arms above your head, slowly waking up from your deep slumber. 

The bed you were laying on was soft, way softer and more comfortable than you were used to, but you didn't really notice. The drugs were still wearing off, your brain pleasantly fuzzy as you slowly regained control over all of your senses. 

When you yawned and brought your hand up to your face, you finally realized the clothes you were wearing were not yours. 

You sat up quickly, scanning the room and realizing it looked nothing like yours. It was way too big, but it did seem to be arranged to your style and interests. You took in the room, confused as to how you got there and why it seemed to be accommodated perfectly to your wants and needs. 

You slowly slid your legs off the bed, sitting on the edge and carefully standing up, afraid your weary state would make you fall over. The pajamas you were wearing were soft and seemed to be made out of an expensive silk. 

You slowly stood up, walking around the room slightly. You thought you were dreaming. When you looked out the window, there was nothing but trees. You appeared to be in some clearing in the woods. You checked out the room, noticing how the books on the shelf looked an awful lot like the books you owned, except the books in this room seemed to be new and neat. 

It confused you, and when you turned around, you noticed the bedding was the same bedding as you'd always had, just for a queen sized bed. 

There were three doors in the room, and you ran to the closest one. When you opened it you found a closet, probably as big as your room back home. When you opened the next, you found a bathroom. It looked almost impossibly clean and the shower looked like it came straight from a millionaire's home.

When you opened the third door, you finally stood in a hallway. When you looked right, you saw another door, which was probably where the hallway ended, so you decided to go left. You walked fast, wanting to get out of the house as fast as possible. 

You were very confused by the whole situation. You remembered someone kidnapping you, but these were not the circumstances you expected to wake up in.

When you stormed down the stairs, you could see a kitchen on your right. You spotted a door right in front of you. It looked like the front door, so you immediately ran towards it, trying to open it. It didn't budge. You'd need a code, a finger scan and voice recognition. You sighed as you leaned your forehead against it. 

After standing there for a solid 5 minutes, you decided to explore the rest of the house. 

You reckoned you were alone, as no one had approached you yet, even when you tried to leave the house. You slowly walked into the kitchen, from it spotting a living area with a few couches, and on top of it, you saw a redhead. 

You froze when you saw her, unable to move or talk as fear overtook your body. 

“Ah, good. I was wondering when you'd wake up. I was thinking of ordering take-out. Just come over here and we can pick something,” the woman spoke as if she'd known you for years.

You didn't move, so the woman turned around, putting her book aside and getting up. She walked towards you slowly, but she didn't seem worried she'd scare you away. “You don't want take-out?” she questioned, putting her phone on the kitchen island. You stood next to it as she now stood in front of it, crossing her arms. 

“Where am I?” you shakily asked, worried you'd upset her. You knew the woman, of course. Every person in the world knew her. She was Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow and fearless Avengers, although she retired a few years back. 

“What do you mean, silly? You're home of course,” Natasha spoke, looking confused as to why'd you even ask such a question. 

You frowned. “This isn't my home?...” Natasha shook her head. “Of course it is.” “Why did you kidnap me?” Natasha shook her head at your question. “I just brought you home, sweetie.”

“What the fuck?! Take me home!” you yelled, and she looked a little surprised before her expression went back to normal.

“I know it's your first day here, but you do not speak to me like that. Do you understand?” she responded, but it only made you madder. “Who the fuck do you think I am? Let me go, you crazy bitch!” you yelled as you tried to push her, but Natasha easily caught your wrists. 

“Careful honey. I know you're confused but that is no way to speak to your mother.” “You're not my fucking mother-”

Slap.

Natasha had slapped you across the face. Your head turned from the impact, your cheek almost immediately reddening. tears stung in your eyes as you moved your hand up to cup your cheek, a silent sob wrecking through your body.

“I am a very lenient person, but don't you ever dare speak to me in such a tone again,” she said. “Now go sit on the couch and think about what you want to order for take-out dammit.” 

You moved slowly, keeping your head down as you sat on one of the couches, silently crying over the situation. After a few minutes, Natasha returned from the kitchen, holding an ice-pack. She grabbed your chin and tilted your face up without a word, pressing the ice-pack against your red cheek. She softly smiled down at you, using her free hand to pet the hair out of your face. 

You sniffled, and she leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead. “Mama didn't want to hurt you like that sweetheart, but you took it too far,” she said, pulling back and smiling down at you again. “Mama loves you. I promise.” She pulled the ice-pack away and softly kissed your cheek.

She put the ice-pack on the coffee table and sat on the couch to your right. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and seemed to scroll through something.

“So what are you feeling like?” she asked, looking at you with a smile. You sniffled quietly, looking down to avoid her gaze. “We could do burgers, or maybe sushi? I know those are your favorites,” she told you, and you instantly wondered how she'd know such a thing. 

“Come on. Tell me what you want,” she urged, nodding slightly to encourage you. 

“Fries…” you said quietly, and Natasha smiled. “Exactly what I was feeling. Would you like chicken nuggets on the side?” she asked you, and you nodded. “Perfect,” she said as she typed it into her phone, paying quickly and tossing it aside.

“The food will be here soon. Would you like to watch a movie while we wait, or would you rather explore the house a bit more?” she asked, patiently waiting for your answer.

You shrugged, not wanting to pick an option that might make her mad. “We can also just sit here for a while. I know you must be confused, but I promise you everything will fall right into place.”

You were mad. Mad at how Natasha acted like everything was fine. Mad at how she acted like she had any authority over you. Mad at how she'd slapped you. Mad at how she was acting like she was your mother. Mad at how she seemed unbothered and acted like your behavior was insane. But mostly, you were mad at yourself. Mad how you looked up to her. Looked up to the amazing Black Widow. She had always been your favorite Avengers. How could she not be?

After sitting on the couch for a few minutes, you looked up slowly, seeing Natasha staring at you with a smile on her face. 

“Would you like to watch something now?” She asked, holding up the remote. When the hell did she grab that? You nodded slightly, and Natasha smiled widely at you for it. She pressed a few buttons on the remote, and soon the tv lit up with your favorite show ready to play. Natasha pressed play, and the show started exactly where you stopped last night.

You sat quietly as you watched the show, scared to make any noises. 

After about an hour, there was a knock on the door, and Natasha got up to open it. “Just wait here,” she said as she walked away. You got up from the couch and peeked around the wall, seeing the door and catching a glimpse of a blonde woman. 

She didn't look like a delivery person, and you realized Natasha must've called someone she knew to make sure no one knew the location of the house.

The woman handed Natasha the take-out bag and they spoke for a moment, before she moved to give Natasha a hug. They hugged for a second and Natasha kissed the woman's cheek. You watched as they said their goodbye's, hearing Natasha say she'll visit the blonde woman soon. 

You quickly made your way back to the couches, sitting back down and waiting for Natasha to come back.

Once she did, she set the take-out on the kitchen counter. You watched silently as she moved around the kitchen, grabbing two plates and opening the bag. “Just so you know, I see and hear everything. Don't sneak up on me again. You're old enough to ask when you want something,” Natasha spoke, not looking up from her task of plating the food.

Your breath caught in your throat. You should've known. She used to be an assassin for goodness sake. Of course she could tell if you'd watch her. 

Natasha grabbed the two plates and brought them back to the couches. She handed one to you, but when you went to grab it she didn't let it go. You looked at her, and she raised an eyebrow to you. “Thank you…” you said silently, and she smiled as she let you take the plate, moving to sit down herself. 

You ate in silence, not missing the glances Natasha shot your way. You found it creepy. You had no idea why you were here and what Natasha wanted with you. She had referred to herself as your mother a few times now, and it confused you beyond words. 

For now, you decided to let the confusion go, focusing on eating your food and surviving the night. 

Who knows what tomorrow would bring…

chapter 2

#black widow #marvel #natasha x reader #mcu #avengers #natasha romanoff #natasha x daughter #natasha x reader platonic #natasha x teen reader #dark natasha romanoff #dark natasha x reader #dark!natasha x reader #dark!natasha romanoff #dark!natasha romanoff x teen reader #yelena #yelena belova #yelena x teen reader #yelena x reader platonic #yelena belova x reader #dark fic #dark avengers #I'm your mother now

[bi-disaster-yn]

Some very gay thoughts I’ve had recently below the cut.

18+, minors DNI!

Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova

dom!Reader & dom!Yelena dressing Kate up in a playboy bunny outfit and making her deep throat your orange strap ons

Yelena tying Kate to the bed and making her watch as she fucks you, using lots of toys, taunting Kate who’s squirming and wailing from the lack of attention

trying to have quiet sex with Kate while you’re both staying with Clint over the holidays

dark!Yelena breaking into your house and fucking you with her mask on

Nancy Wheeler

stepmom!Reader fucking Nancy every time your wife, Karen is out, including punishing Nance any time she sees Jonathan

bending intern!Nancy over your desk and fucking her in promises of a good reference

making Nancy warm your strap as you work/watch TV where she gets really agitated and achy

Nancy wearing a really pretty baby pink/lilac lacy lingerie set and sitting on your lap, pouting at you until you pull it off her !!

Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra Targaryen

every so often just grabbing young!Alicent and pulling her into her room, putting your hand up her dress and playing with her until she cums, having to put your hand over her mouth because she gets really loud

tying young!Alicent’s wrists and ankles to the bed then taking it in turns with young!Rhaenyra to fuck her

waking up young!Rhaenyra with your head between her thighs

older!Alicent using you as her personal stress relief and using your face as a throne - in fact, just major power bottom vibes from her in general

older!Alicent selecting an open minded Dornish husband for you so she can keep fucking you without him caring

#Kate bishop #Yelena Belova #bishova #Bishova x reader #kate bishop x reader #yelena belova x reader #Nancy Wheeler #Nancy Wheeler x reader #Karen Wheeler #Karen Wheeler x reader #alicent hightower #Alicent Hightower x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #young rhaenyra #young Alicent #Rhaenyra x reader x Alicent #Kate x reader x Yelena #dark!Yelena #dark!Reader #top!reader #kinktober #lgbt reader #gay reader #lesbian reader #bisexual reader #elle’s thoughts

[riversdarkblog]

Pairings : Serial Killer Yelena Belova x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, Blood, Drugging, Stalking, Skin Carving, Knife Marking, Manipulation, Family Member Death, Needles & Blood Licking

Pet Names/Nicknames: Little Dove & Detka

Word Count: 4,528

Y/N always visited her family members grave every month for the past year. As she walked into the grave she felt like something was off. She felt like someone was watching her. As she walked through the rows of graves she had looked around but she didn't see anyone in sight. Y/N had walked over to her little brother's grave before kneeling down and dusting off the gravestone. She put her messenger bag down on the ground before taking the dead flowers out of the little cup that was beside the grave before putting new ones in.

"Is that your brother" someone spoke up from behind Y/N causing her to jump slightly before looking over her shoulder to see a woman with blonde hair and green eyes. The blonde haired woman was wearing a black leather jacket over a green vest and a black turtle neck long sleeve shirt. She was wearing black ripped jeans and black combat boots that had black buckles on them. She was wearing gold rings on all of her fingers except for her ring finger. She had hand tattoos and a couple leg tattoos that were visible from her ripped jeans. She had a couple ear piercings and had a septum piercing along with an eyebrow piercing and a tongue piercing.

"Um yeah how'd you know" Y/N said with a frown and the woman just smiled slightly. "Just a lucky guess" the woman said before chuckling. Y/N's frown deepens slightly. "What's your name" the woman said and River shook her frown off. "It's Y/N. What's yours" Y/N asked and the woman just smirked before shoving her hands into her leather jacket pockets. "Why would I tell a complete stranger my name" she says before looking down at Y/N who had her eyes widened in shock. The woman laughed before shaking her head. "I'm joking the names Yelena" the woman said before smiling. "Oh it's nice to meet you then. Are you here to visit someone too" Y/N asked. "You could say that" Yelena said as she smiled down at Y/N. "Oh who are you visiting" Y/N asked before looking back at her brother's grave for a couple seconds. "You" Yelena said as she pulled out a syringe full of clear liquid. Y/N eyes widened in shock when she saw the syringe in the woman's hand.

Before Y/N could get up and run away Yelena was in her in 2 seconds. Yelena pinned Y/N on the ground by the back of her neck before taking off the cap on the needle with her teeth. "Would you quit squirming your not gonna get free" Yelena growled out before inserting the needle in Y/N's neck before pushing down on the syringe causing the liquid to go into Y/N's neck. Y/N immediately felt the effects of the drug that was put into her body before her eyes closed and she went limp. Yelena gets off Y/N's back before lifting Y/N up from the ground. Yelena carries Y/N bridal style to her black car and puts her in the back before grabbing the rope that was on the floor and tying Y/N's hands together. Yelena shut the back door before getting into the driver's seat and drove off after turning her car on. Yelena drove for two hours straight until she came across a dirt road and drove up it. She parked in front of a mansion and turned the car off before getting out and shutting the door loudly. she opened the back door to see Y/N was still unconscious before grabbing her and putting her over her shoulder before shutting the door and making her way up to the mansion. she was halfway up the steps when the door opened causing her to loo up to see her butler. "Miss. Belova your back already" he asked and Yelena nodded before stopping in front of him and towering over him. "Yeah now be a dear and tell everyone to go home" Yelena said and the butler's eyes widen in shock. "Are you sure" he said as he looked at the young girl that was slung over Yelena's shoulder. "Yes now go" Yelena said sternly and the man nodded before rushing of quickly to go tell the other workers to go home. Yelena walked through the doorway before shutting the door behind her.

Yelena made her way over to the staircase before walking up it. Once she reached the top she started walking down the long hallway on the left of the staircase. She walked down the hall for a couple seconds until she stopped in front of a black wooden door. she opened it and walked in before shutting the door behind her. She walked over to the king sized bed before dropping Y/N on the silk sheets before untying her wrists. She looked down at Y/N before smirking as she walked over to the bedside table and opened the draw. she pulled out a pair of handcuffs before walking over to the bed post and clasping one cuff around it before grabbing Y/N's left wrist and clasping the other cuff around her wrist and making sure it wasn't loose.

After another hour Y/N had woken up and tried to roll over but she couldn't causing her to open her eyes and look up to see she was handcuffed to the bedpost causing her eyes to widen in shock before she sat up and looked around the room landing on a woman with blonde hair. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw who it was. "Good you're finally awake" Yelena said as she stood up from her chair that was in the corner of the room before walking towards Y?N. "S-stay away from me" Y/N stuttered out causing Yelena to laugh before stopping right in front of Y/N. "No need to be scared Y/N" Yelena said before smirking as she grabbed Y/N's jaw before leaning in. Y/N kicked Yelena in the knee causing Yelena to grunt as she glared at Y/N while tightening her grip on Y/N's jaw. "That was seriously uncalled for" Yelena said and Y/N clenched her jaw tightly and tries to kick Yelena's knee again but Yelena grabs Y/N's leg. "Come on stop fighting me" Yelena growled out as she started to get annoyed. "No way you kidnapped me" Y/N shouted causing Yelena to roll her eyes. "It was for your own good Y/N, you need someone to look after you and protect you from danger and I can do that for you" Yelena said and Y/N glared up at Yelena. "I don't need someone to protect me I can protect myself" Y/N spat out causing Yelena to laugh before she pulled away. "Well then how was I able to kidnap you if you can protect yourself huh" Yelena said and Y/N looked away. "Just accept your fate Y/N this is your life now, you're mine now" Yelena purred out before smirking. "I'm not yours and i never will be now let me go" Y/N said as she glared up at Yelena who smirked again. "Come on you don't want me to hurt your family do you? If you accept that you're mine and be good I won't hurt anyone you love but on the other hand if you don't I'll kill every single one of them without so much as a glance" Yelena said and Y/N's eyes widened in shock as she gulped.

Y/N thought for a few seconds before looking up at Yelena. "Fine only because I don't want anybody else I love dying" Y/N said and Yelena nodded her head as her smirk widened before she pulled out the handcuff key. "You better not try and run away when I unlock the handcuffs got it" Yelena said and Y/N nodded her head before Yelena unlocked the cuffs. Y/N rubbed her wrist before looking up at Yelena. "Now come on I'll show you around" Yelena said as she stepped back and started heading to the door. she looked over her shoulder to see Y/N still sitting on the bed. she rolled her eyes before walking back over and grabbing Y/N's right wrist before pulling her up and dragging her to the door. Y/N follows Yelena quietly as they exit the bedroom. Y/N looks around the big hallway before her eyes widen in shock. "Is this a mansion" Y/N asks ad Yelena looks back at Y/N before nodding her head. "Yeah so if you try and escape the security alarms will immediately go off notifying me that you tried to escape" Yelena said and Y/N gulped. Yelena pulls Y/N down the long staircase before making her way to the dining room. "Sit down" Yelena says before letting go of Y/N and pointing to a chair. Yelena watches Y/N walk over to the chair and sit down. "Now don't move anywhere I'll know if you do" Yelena said before walking into the kitchen the double door closing behind her. Y/N looks around the dining room and sees a dogs bed in the far corner causing her to frown since she hasn't see any dog yet. She looks away from the dog bed and looks out the floor length window to see tons and tons of trees. Yelena comes back out of the kitchen with two plates in her hands a couple minutes to see Y/N looking out one of the floor length windows. "Like the view" Yelena said as she placed a plate of food in front of Y/N causing Y/N to snap out of her trance to look down at the plate of food. "Is it poisoned" Y/N asks and Yelena laughs before walking around the long table and sitting in the chair across from Y/N. "No it's not poisoned" Yelena said as she started digging into her food as she watched Y/N look down at her food.

Y/N looked back up at Yelena who was already looking at her. "I'm not really hungry" Y/N said pushing the plate away from her causing Yelena to roll her eyes. Yelena stood up causing Y/N to look up. "Eat or you won't eat at all" Yelena growled out causing Y/N to gulp before grabbing her plate and started eating her food. Yelena sat back down before going back to eating her food. After Yelena finished her food she got up and grabbed her plate before making her way back through the double doors to the kitchen. Y/N watched her before she looked around again. Her eyes landed back on the big dog bed that was in the corner. "That's for my dog Franny" Yelena spoke up causing Y/N to jump before looking over to see Yelena standing right next to her. "Where is she or he at" Y/N asked and Yelena smiled. "With a good friend of mine" Yelena said not wanting to say with her sister unless Y/N does escape and calls the police and has her sister arrested as well. "Oh" Y/N said and Yelena nodded her head. "Are you done eating" Yelena asked and Y/N nodded. Yelena grabbed Y/N's plate before walking away again and back into the kitchen. Y/N looked over at the kitchen double doors before she slowly got out of the chair. She quietly made her way to the dining doors and quietly opened them before sneaking through them. She looked around and looked to her left to see the front doors a couple feet away from where she's standing. She rushed over to the front doors and reached for one of the handles when the door opened causing her to back up. She looked up to see a woman with Red hair and green eyes looking down at her. She looked past the tall woman before dashing past her and out of the door. "Lena" The woman shouted causing her voice to echo through the whole mansion. The door to the dining hall opened and Yelena had a calm expression on her face. "Your little thing just escaped" the woman said and Yelena just rolled her eyes. "I know that sister I have the security feed on my phone" Yelena said as she looked down at her phone and watched Y/N run down the steps. "You're not worried she'll get away" Yelena's sister says and Yelena laughs before pressing a button on her phone. As she presses the button there's a loud scream outside. Yelena's sister looks over her shoulder to see Y/N curled up in a ball on one of the steps.

"Lena what did you do" Yelena's sister said and Yelena just smirked as she walked past her sister. "Nothing you need to worry about Tasha" Yelena said and Natasha rolled her eyes before following her sister down the steps. Yelena stops behind Y/N before kneeling down. "I told you if you tried to escape I would know" Yelena said causing Y/N to whimper in pain. Yelena pressed the button again causing the shocker to turn off. "What the fuck was that" Y/N muttered out causing Yelena to chuckle before yanking her up off the ground. "Just a little something aa friend made" Yelena said before smirking wickedly. "Is it what I think it is" Natasha said and Yelena's eyes darken slightly. Natasha grabs Yelena and drags her away from Y/N who just stands there. "Are you serious Lena that was just a prototype it could malfunction" Natasha whispered out and Yelena rolled her eyes. "I had to test it somehow and what better way to do it then use it on Y/N" Yelena said and Natasha glared down at her little sister. "You're fucking crazy Lena it could kill her, why didn't you use it on a animal instead" Natasha growled out and Yelena rolled her eyes before yanking her arm away. "Because it's not as fun that's why" Yelena whispered out and Natasha sighed before rubbing her forehead. Natasha looked back over at Y/N who was looking at the two of them before she smirked causing Y/N to look away.

"Now Y/N why don't you be good and get back inside the mansion" Yelena said and Y/N glared at her causing Yelena to hover over the button on her phone. Y/N clenched her jaw before walking past the two shoving the two away from each other as she headed back into the Mansion. "She's a feisty one" Natasha said and Yelena nodded her head. "Now why are you here Natasha" Yelena said and Natasha looks back at her sister. "Oh right I have something you might want to know but we should go to your office for this" Natasha said and Yelena nodded before the two made their way back into the mansion and headed up the stairway to Yelena's office. Meanwhile with Y/N she was sitting in the living room when she heard shouting coming from upstairs. She looked towards the living room door before looking back at the TV that wasn't on. After a couple of seconds she hears something shatter causing her to jolt. She looked up when the door to the living room opened and Yelena walked in looking calm which scared Y/N. Yelena walks over to the small bar that was in the living room in one of the corners before walking behind it and grabbing a bottle of vodka. Yelena opens the bottle before drinking some of it from the bottle. Yelena looks over at Y/N who is already looking at her. "Do you want some" Yelena said and Y/N shook her head no. "I'm not allowed I'm not old enough" Y/N said causing Yelena to frown as she set the bottle of vodka down on the bar top. "How old are you Y/N" Yelena said and Y/N looked down at her lap. "19" Y/N said and Yelena's eyes widen in shock.

A week later Y/N is sitting in the living room again when the door opens. She looks up to see Yelena walking in before Yelena walks over to her. "Get up I'm taking you somewhere" Yelena said and Y/N stood up before following Yelena out of the mansion. "Where are we going" Y/N asked and Yelena looking over her shoulder. "To a diner I'm tired of the food here I need some delicious greasy food" Yelena said as she made her way down the steps. "Oh and don't try to run or ask for help when we get there got it" Yelena said and Y/N nodded her head. The two made their way down the steps before walking up to a black truck. Yelena opened the passenger side and helped Y/N in before shutting the door and walking over to the driver's side before getting in. She shuts the driver's door before turning on the truck and driving out of the long driveway. After a while of driving Yelena stops in front of an old fashioned diner before turning the truck off. She gets out of the truck before walking around it and opens the passenger door. "Come on" Yelena said and Y/N jumps out and jumps when Yelena slams the truck door behind her before chuckling. She walks to the Right rear door before opening it and pulling out a big case before unlocking it and opening it. She grabbed her gun before putting in in the back of her jeans before closing the case and putting it back under the seat before shutting the truck door and locking it. "Alright let's go" Yelena said and made her way towards the dinner following Y/N. The two walked into the old diner and there were only four other people. Yelena smiled as she put a hand on Y/N's back as they pasted the four men before walking to a corner booth and sitting down. After a couple minutes a waitress comes up "Hello what can I get for you two ladies" the waitress says and Yelena looks up from the menu. "I'll have a black coffee and mac & cheese with hot sauce" Yelena said and the waitress nodded before looking at Y/N who was sitting beside Yelena. "And what would you like Miss." the waitress said and Y/N looked up. "Um I'll have some Dr. Pepper and some chicken with ranch please" Y/N said and the waitress nodded before walking away after writing down what Y/N ordered. Yelena looked over at Y/N to see her looking down and picking at her fingers. "Stop doing that" Yelena whispered out and Y/N stopped before the waitress came back over and placed their drinks in front of them. "Your food will be out in a couple minutes if you need anything my names Anna" the waitress said before walking away. Yelena watches the waitress walk away before taking a drink from her cup of coffee. Y/N takes a sip of her Dr. Pepper before looking at Yelena. Yelena looks over and smirks at Y/N. "What are you staring at" Yelena says and Y/N looks away before taking another sip of her soda while waiting for the food to arrive.

The food arrives a couple minutes later and the waitress puts the food down in front of the two before walking away. Y/N starts digging into her chicken as Yelena pours hot sauce over her mac & cheese causing Y/N to look at her in disgust. "That's absolutely disgusting" Y/N said and Yelena glares at Y/N. "No its delicious" Yelena says her Russian accent slipping out causing Y/N to shiver slightly. After a couple minutes Yelena get up from the table causing Y/N to look up. "I'm going to the bathroom don't even think about going anywhere or you'll get shocked got it" Yelena whispered out and Y/N nodded as she watched Yelena walk towards the bathroom before looking up to see the four men at the bar still talking and laughing. Y/N looks back over to the bathroom door before getting up quickly and making her way over to the men. "Um excuse me" Y/N says and the men stop talking before looking over at Y/N. "What is it" a man with blonde hair said as he looked at Y/N "Um I need help I've been kidnaped by a serial killer" Y/N said and the men all look at each other before laughing. "Please I'm telling the truth I need help" Y/N said and the men keep laughing. "Kid stop joking around" the black haired man said and Y/N looked at the bathroom door before looking back at the four men. "Please I'm telling the truth her names Yelena she's the one that's in the bathroom right now, please I'm not joking around I need help" Y/N plead and the men looked at her. "Kid there's no one named Yelena in this town" the blonde haired man said and before Y/N could speak she felt a hand on her lower back. "Is this girl bothering you gentlemen" someone said behind her and Y/N froze in place when she realized it was Yelena. "This young girl says she was kidnapped" The blacked haired man said and Yelena let out a chuckle. "I'm sorry she told you she was kidnapped she hasn't taken any of her pills today so she's kinda crazy in the head from a bad experience she had a couple years ago" Yelena said and the men all look at Y/N was a sad expression. "Sorry to hear that I hope she gets better soon" one of the other men said and Yelena nodded her head before grabbing Y/N by the arm and dragging her out of the diner and back to the black truck.

Yelena shoves Y/N into the passenger side before slamming the door shut and walking over to the drivers side and getting in. After she shuts the door behind her she looks at Y/N with a pissed off expression. "I told you not to tell people you were kidnapped, I told you to stay in the booth and wait for me to get back" Yelena growled out as she looked at Y/N who was looking down. "Look at me" Yelena shouted causing Y/N to look up at her. Yelena grabbed Y/N's jaw and yanks her forward. "You will get punished for that when we get back to the mansion" Yelena seethed out and Y/N's eyes widen in shock as Yelena shoved her face away. Yelena started the truck before driving away from the diner and heading back to the diner. She parked in front of the mansion a couple minutes later and turns the truck off before turning towards Y/N. She took out another syringe that had the same black liquid as before and Y/N's eyes widen in shock as she tried to open the truck door but it wouldn't open. Yelena took the cap off and grabbed Y/N's haw again before putting her knee on Y/N's legs so she wouldn't move. She stuck the needle into Y/N's neck before pushing down on it. She watched the black liquid disappear before pulling out the syringe. After a couple minutes Y/N goes limp making Yelena smirk. She got out of her truck before shutting the door and walking over to the passenger door and opening it. Yelena lifts Y/N out of the truck before slamming the door shut. She makes her way up the stairs to the mansion before putting her code in and walking into the mansion. She shuts the door behind her before making her way to the staircase. She made her way up when a voice spoke up. "Lena what happened" Natasha said and Yelena looked up to see Natasha at the top of the stairs. "She tried escaping so I drugged her" Yelena said and Natasha raised an eyebrow.

Yelena makes her way to her bedroom before opening the door and walking over to the bed. She dropped Y/N onto the bed before straddling the back of her legs. She pushes Y/N's shirt up before tracing Y/N's skin. She takes her knife out from her boot before placing the knife against Y/N's skin. "Gonna look so pretty with my initials on your back and now you'll know who you belong to and won't try to run away again" Yelena whispered out before she started carving her initials into Y/N's shoulder. She watched as blood runs down Y/N's back before leaning down and licking some of it up. She sighs as she closes her eyes before opening them as she looks down at her work. Under her initials she had carved an hourglass symbol into Y/N skin. "Everyone will know who you belong to little dove" Yelena said as she grabbed Y/N's left arm and carves her initial's on Y/N's left wrist as well. She grabs Y/N's right wrist before carving the hourglass symbol into her right wrist. Yelena watched as blood dripped down both of Y/N's wrists and onto the white sheets before smirking. She got off of Y/N before setting her bloody knife on the bedside table before leaving the bedroom and making her way to the bathroom to get bandages and wraps.

She walks out of the bathroom a couple minutes later and she sees Natasha standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. "Shouldn't you be back with your wife Natasha" Yelena said getting annoyed at her sister for staying in her mansion for so long. "She can handle herself Lena plus she's a serial killer just like us" Natasha said and Yelena rolled her eyes before making her way back to her bedroom where Y/N was still out cold from the drug Yelena used on her. She made her way back into her bedroom and walked back over to her bed before getting on top of Y/N again. She started bandaging up Y/N's wounds before cleaning up the blood that went down Y/N's back. She got off of Y/N again before grabbing her knife and licking the blood off of it. "You'll be mine forever now since you have my initials and symbol on you" Yelena muttered out as she sat down in the chair that was in the corner before smiling. "I can't wait for the future and what it brings us Detka" Yelena whispered out again before her eyes closed.

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