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arlana-likes-to-write · 2 years

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Summary: On 4th of July, Yelena finds herself celebrating the weird holiday at the Barton Family farm in Missouri. She can’t understand this feeling deep within her chest whenever she looks at you. Maybe her dreams of having a family may come true and they may start with you.

Warnings: Mention of the Red room

Word count: 1.8k

Yelena found herself on the porch of the Barton house, looking out towards the yard. Sam was on the grill arguing with Bucky about who knows, Yelena did like to watch as Sam got under Bucky’s skin. They were cute together. Wanda was helping Laurie set up a picnic table, using her magic to put the table cloth on and the plates with silverware. The red of her magic still amazed Yelena and it kept the younger children entertained for hours. Kate and Cooper were messing with a box of fireworks a little to close to a bomb fire while Sarah and Lila were in the house, preparing the rest of the food. Yelena was a little hesitant to accept the invitation to spend 4th of July with the Bartons. It took Kate, Wanda, and finally Natasha to convince her to come. Natasha slipped that you would be there, spending time with your family after school was done. You were who Yelena was watching. You were entertaining Nathaniel, AJ, and Cass with your powers to keep them out of the way of the adults and away from the fire. You could change into any animal and could use those animal’s abilities as your own. Right now you were a squirrel, climbing up and down the three boys making Lucky and Fanny bark and chase after you. Fanny got you pinned to the ground and you changed back, you laughed at the dog’s confused expression. The sound of your laugh caused Yelena to smile.

‘Your starring sestra.’ Natasha said, sitting on the railing. Yelena scuffed, rolling her eyes.

‘Like you haven’t been undressing Wanda all day.’ Natasha shrugged looking at her girlfriend.

‘She looks good.’ Natasha waved at Wanda. The young witch waved back, her cheeks blushing, no doubt reading Natasha’s mind.

‘Disgusting.’ Yelena mumbled, her attention was brought back to you. You were a German Shepard puppy. Nathaniel was holding you as you attacked his face with kisses. He was shirking, moving his head from side to side trying to dodge you. Finally, he put you down on the ground and changed back, whipping the dirt on your hands on your ripped jeans. ‘Am I allowed to look at her like this? After everything I’ve done. She’s just so nice to look at.’ Natasha smiled at her younger sister.

‘Why don’t you tell her how you feel?’ Yelena looked at Natasha with wide eyes.

‘No I’d never say a word.’ You were sitting on the grass with Nathaniel, AJ, and Cass in front of you. You were telling them a story. Yelena couldn’t hear what you were saying but you were energetically talking with your hands. A tightness built in Yelena’s chest. It was a feeling that was constant every time she was around you and it was something she’s never felt before. She never imagined a family of her own one day. For a large part of her life, she believed she would never be able to leave the Red Room. But after she was given the red dust, she was reunited with her sister, and together they took down the Red Room for good -anything is possible. Yelena pointed to her chest. ‘There is an ache but it feels oddly good.’

‘Love, sestra . You found love for the first time of your own free will.’

‘She means everything to me.’ Yelena confessed. She was shocked by the words that so easily left her lips. She looked at her sister, waiting for a rejection. But Natasha had a smile on her face.

‘Tell her,’ Natasha said simply. ‘She is a Barton. She will understand what we’ve been through better than anyone.’ Natasha placed a comforting hand on Yelena’s shoulder and joined her girlfriend at the table.

Just tell her, Yelena thought, shaking her head. As if it was that easy. Yelena believed that every time you stood next to her you could not be more far apart. It was as if Yelena froze when you were close. She was afraid to say the wrong thing, afraid to push you away. She was still learning how to be a ‘normal’ person. It was why she spent so much of her time with Widows that she freed - they understood the struggle of trying to find their footing in a world that they were deprived off.

‘She likes you.’ Yelena jumped from the sound. She spun around seeing Lila, who had her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

‘It is not good to sneak up on an assassin.’

‘Ex-assassin,’ Lila clarified. ‘Besides, Aunty Nat taught me a lot.’ Lila shrugged like it was no big deal. Yelena cruised in Russian as Lila ran down the steps to join her siblings. She felt someone staring at her, the hairs on her neck were standing up. She glanced around the yard, everyone was busy doing their own thing. Until her eyes landed on you. You were sitting next to Kate, who was talking but your attention wasn’t on the burnette as she was speaking. Yelena’s eyes locked onto yours. You gave her a smile, blushing slightly at being caught, and returned your attention back to Kate. Yelena chuckled, shaking her head.

Yeah, she means everything to me.

The problem with it being a holiday and this being your first time home in a while, everyone wanted your attention. Kate took you to the makeshift archery range that Clint built earlier this year. Lila talked your ear off about all the plans she had this summer and a boy she liked in her class. When everyone was eating, your mom nagged you about your plans when the summer was over which caused the entire table to get involved in the conversation. Yelena watched as you tried to disappear into your chair. The sun finally set on the Barton farm and Yelena sat on a blanket, watching Kate, Clint, and Cooper get the firework show ready. You were standing next to Nathaniel, helping him make a s’more. Once the s’more was constructed, you took a bite of it, and handed the rest to your brother. Yelena couldn’t help but wonder what the taste of your lips or how they would feel against hers. Would they taste like a birthday cake from your chap stick? Or story time? Or fall? Yelena almost laughed at how soft she felt because she knew to you she tasted like nothing at all.

You walked over to her, pointing to the empty spot next to her, asking for permission to sit down. Yelena nodded. You sighed as you sat down and handed her a sparkler. You lit yours with a lighter and used yours to light hers.

‘How was your first time celebrating the 4th of July?’ You asked her. All the reasons why her day was great died on her lips.

It was amazing because you were here.

You are the only reason I came.

Please see me how I see you.

‘It’s a weird holiday.’ Yelena said. ‘Was Steve Rogers actually born on July 4th or did they change it when he became Captain America?’ You laughed.

‘No I think he was born on the 4th. His birth certificate is on display at the museum.’ Yelena rolled her eyes. She found that hard to believe.

‘Birth certificates are easy to forge.’

‘That was such a spy thing to say.’ The sparklers had long since gone out but Yelena kept it in her hand, twirling it between her fingers. You watched with fascination.

‘Now without the audience of the entire party, what are your plans once the summer is over?’ Yelena found herself asking. You sighed, leaned your head back, and looked at the stars. Yelena followed your gaze up to the stars. It was an amazing view. The air wasn’t as polluted as major cities and there weren't as many lights to obstruct the view of the stars.

‘I don’t know.’ You finally responded. Yelena almost forgot she asked a question, she became so focused on looking at the stars and listening to the sounds around her. ‘May go back to the city or travel the world. What about you? Any more Widows to save?’ Yelena shook her head.

‘Natasha suggested I take a break and live my life. So I guess I’m listening to her.’

‘What are you going to do?’ You asked. It was Yelena’s turn to sigh as she moved her fingers through the grass. It was wet from the dew but the feeling helped ground her.

‘I’m not sure. I’ve always had a mission, a job, or an order to follow. I don’t know what to do with my life.’ A stretch of silence passed between the both of you. It wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable. Yelena could see that you were biting the inside of your cheek

‘Well,’ you said softly. ‘I could use a travel buddy and my dad may feel better if I was with a trained Black Widow when backpacking around the world.’ For a split second, Yelena wasn’t sure if she heard you correctly.

‘You want me to come with you?’ You nodded, biting your lip

‘Unless you don’t want to’ You stuttered out. ‘I mean you seemed like you weren’t sure what to do. And I like hanging out with you even though we don’t do it often. I think it could be fun. Unless you don’t think it would. So please don’t-

‘I would love to join you.’ Yelena said, cutting you off. Your eyes went wide but you relaxed at her response.

‘Cool.’ You watched the fireworks exploding in the sky but felt Yelena looking at you. ‘Do I have something on my face?’ You asked, laughing. Yelena didn’t say anything right away. She was trying to memorize the way the color from the fireworks lit up your face. The way the fire created shadows. You did have something on your face, a little bit of chocolate from that s’more you helped Nathaniel. But Yelena didn’t care.

‘You are just so nice to look at.’ You looked at Yelena.

‘Lena.’ You say softly.

‘You mean everything to me.’ Yelena said quickly, before losing her nerve. ‘You smell like lemongrass and sleep which makes me feel safe and reminds me of home. It scares me that I could feel that way about someone. And.’ Before she could finish you surged forward connecting your lips with hers. The sudden impact stunned Yelena. As her brain started to register what was going on, she kissed you back, putting her hands on your waist pulling you closer. You tasted like apple juice and peach with a hint of chocolate from the s'more. It was a taste that Yelena knew she was going to be addicted to. Yelena ended the kiss as she needed to breathe and didn’t want to start making out with you in front of your family. She kept your lips inches from hers and she felt your breath on them. Your lips were a little red as you smiled. ‘What’s got you smiling like that?’ Yelena asked. Your smile only grew bigger.

‘Just excited to see the world with you and kiss you while we see it.’ Yelena pulled you under her arm, kissing the top of your head. Oh she was excited too.

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littlexscarletxwitch · 5 months

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── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘁, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲

paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

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

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

word count: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[...]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello, detka.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look up, pretty girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want, Yel?”

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

“It’s never that simple with you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, we should…” you breathed out.

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

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

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

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