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It’s a synthetic gas. The counteragent to chemical subjugation. The gas immunizes the brain’s neuropathways from external manipulation. It’s an antidote to mind control. // Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years.

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finally got my greasy little fingers on a file in hd with better sound so i WILL be remaking this good lorddddddd

this sequence of the limo scene is my fav ever

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you wanna be mad ⧗ yelena x new avenger f!reader

♡ minors and men dni , no use of y/n , wlw , enemies to lovers , amnesia trope , blood , injury , angst, yelena doesn’t understand how she feels , this was edited by my cat so ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later , divider , images are from pinteret

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‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ♡ part 1 ♡ part 2

bones’ now playing ▶︎ mad - reneé rapp

drip.

drip.

the sharp sound of the water cut through the silence. it helped you ground yourself. what was happening? where were you again? your thoughts were clouded. your body hurt and your face was wet, unknown to you at the time but from the past rain of the sprinklers and from your own blood.

you forced your eyes to open and adjust to the dark and the flickering yellow light on the far side of the room. next you forced your body to move, and tried to reach around for your baton or gun. whatever you could grab first. unfortunately that first thing was a body. the shock seemed to melt some of your consciousness back into place and you scrambled backwards hitting a concrete slab. as air rushed in and out of your lungs your ribs flared in pained protest. the ruble in front of you must have came from above. you squinted into the shadows above you but you couldn’t see much of anything. it was dark. probably nighttime.

you had zero idea where you were or how you got here. you vision tinted and you tried to wipe at your eye but found it swollen, and your hand came back covered in more blood. feeling your consciousness slipping again, you moved as fast as you could manage. pushing yourself between the shelving was the best your brain could do for structural stability and cover before you blacked back out.

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“it’s already been 7 hours.” john said. “we have to start plan b.”

“plan b only works if plan a didn’t.” ava sat next to him. “and can we stop calling it that?”

john scoffed at her. “well we don’t know if plan a worked now do we?” walked muttered bitterly.

“shut the hell up.” yelena growled out. she didn’t need walker to point it out, she was already blaming herself for this. in a way it was sort of her fault. you didn’t miss your check in, yelena hung up the call.

yelena made a comment that launched into there of you bickering during mission start again. she was just trying to get under your skin. but you never called back within the minute and when she called you. no answer. a repeated no answer.

your last known location was a bust, so was the safe house.

you officially are mia. and yelena could only stew on how it was all her fault. she should have just answered instead of picking a fight like a child. but that’s just how you two were. oil and water.

after chasing a lead down they were able to pick up what you had most likely gotten involved in. the intel turned out to be on a domestic terrorist cell with an modified bio weapon intended some large event in texas. and it had already left new york. if you had a lead on it that meant you were also out of new york. or worse, dead. bucky was waiting on a contact to confirm the route.

“12 hour mark.” walker spoke looking at his phone. yelena was silent as she stared out the window. 12 hours of yelena brooding. 12 hours of blaming. 12 hours of thinking about everything that was happening to you.

you didn’t like solo missions. yelena knew you hated them. you hated being alone, you hated being left out. she remembers the double edged conversation from the last mission you were dispatched on together. where you said you hated being alone so much that you would rather be paired with her than be alone. and yelena had the fucking nerve to tell you she didn’t want you there at all.

now all she had to think about was never seeing you again.

your feud was stupid, it wasn’t even something on solid ground. you had met yelena through her natalia, then after the blip, after her sister’s death, you were suddenly something yelena couldn’t stomach.

the real reason yelena hated you was something that wasn’t even your fault, something you had no control over. you had stayed by natasha during the blip helping her keep shield running. yelena was jealous. jealous that you got the time with her sister that was unfairly ripped from her. and you seemed clueless as to why. your sadness turned to anger which only morphed into resentment.

you were an avenger and a friend to natasha and she cared for you, yelena knew that. she talked about you with a smile and told yelena that you two would get along. and now you were probably dead as well. something precious to natalia ruined by her.

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13 hours hit. and finally at 15 hours and 37 minutes. bucky was rushing through the doors. yelena’s breath stalled as heart leapt into the back of her throat.

“got a location.” everyone was moving before his sentence was finished. yelena wanted to ask questions, but her guilt weighed them down. bucky might not even have them.

according to bucky’s contact, the brigade never made it to the second check in. the first set of route coordinates lead to an abandoned military station. the team followed the tire tracks to an old structure. “spread out.” bucky instructed. “keep quiet.”

ghost and john began to check the abandoned vehicles, yelena and bucky moved forward to the building. he called out your name through the cracked door. he used his vibranium arm to grip the metal and pull it open.

inside, the concrete of the top floor had came down and busted through the ground floor. “hey, watch the floor.” bucky warned. there were four guards dead to the left of the door at the top of where the metal staircase began.

yelena stepped forward to observe the hole the concrete had put in the floor. below was an even more gruesome scene. pieces of human remains and equipment scattered in between the chunks and slabs. yelena’s eyes locked onto a piece of your equipment in the hand of some fallen man. “bucky.” she pulled his attention to the baton.

bucky called your name again, getting no responses they made their way to the stairs stepping over the bodies. bucky clicked on his flashlight searching among the bodies and ruble. he watched yelena pick up your gear.

“this is her’s, she has to be here.” she paused. “if you come out, i promise to never make fun of your cooking again.”

“really? ”bucky let out a gruff.

“yes really, she is a good cook. it makes her very upset.” yelena said simply, continuing to look around.

bucky was skimming over the walls when his eyes caught on the small finger smear of blood. he scanned through again doubling back to where you had your hand in front of your face blocking your eyes from the harsh light of the flash.

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amnesia. that’s what the med staff told bucky. most likely temporary with the head injury.

“how is she?” bob asked nervously. bucky sighed.

“just had to tell her that half the people she loves are dead or awol.” rubbed a hand down his face. “she’s doing really well.”

“so, she doesn’t know who we are?” ava concluded. bucky nodded.

“she barely knows me and she’s basing all her trust in me on her trust in steve. who i then had to tell her jumped back in time.” he sarcastically laughed, his eyes focusing on yelena. “have we all learned a lesson here?”

she looked at the wall ahead of her.

“i looked at her call logs.” she was still silent. “you ended the call.”

“i know.” she said.

“yelena.”

“i didn’t mean-“

“didn’t mean what? you didn’t mean to act like a child? now your team mate almost died and we’ve lost our intel because the girl who has it thinks it’s 2017.” he sighed.

“everyone get some sleep. we debrief tomorrow morning.”

yelena had hung around the med bay. she wanted to go in and see you, not that she knew what to say. you didn’t even know who she was right now. to you she was probably just the replacement black widow that nearly got you killed.

“the nurses said you were out here still.” yelena heard your tired voice. you were standing against the metal doorway holding an iv pole, three different drip bags connected to you. your left leg was in a brace, but you were standing on it anyways, putting your weight on the good leg. typical of you. there was a bandage on your forehead above your bruised eye. various tape and butterfly bandages scattered your exposed skin.

“yelena right?” she nodded still not saying anything. “i’m sorry, this must be weird.” your split lip curled into a smile. “james, er bucky explained the mission to me. and he said you were beating yourself up about it.”

the way he had phrased it made it seem like you would enjoy the knowledge, but it twisted a pit inside of your chest you didn’t like. “i don’t want you to feel bad about it. you only hung up on me, you didn’t drop a couple thousand tons of concrete on me. which ranks like the best worst thing that’s happened to me today i suppose.”

amnesia you was very kind. the guilt in yelena’s chest dank deeper

“i’m sorry, if i didn’t- “

“no sorry’s. we can play butterfly affect all night long if you want but it would still end absolutely nowhere.” yelena stayed silent.

“you should sleep.” you suggested with a smile.

“you can feel refreshed and guilty tomorrow morning.” yelena obeyed but didn’t sleep much. she had a nightmare about you in that ruble. you had narrowly avoided such a horrific death that would have been her cause. another death on her hands like that is something yelena couldn’t have lived with. she was up early the next morning, yelena went back to see you. with you your favorite breakfast and coffee.

“it’s early, you didn’t sleep much did you?” you asked from where you sat on the bed, tablet in hand. yelena shook her head. “me neither, just lost a decade and i wasn’t even blipped.” you giggled pushing the heel of your palm to your non bruised eye.

“you’re really not angry with me?” yelena asked you closing the door behind her. you shrugged. “if i stayed angry about anything that’s done and over with, especially now, my brain is going to melt. i’m just happy to be alive.” yelena sat the food and coffee on your table. “for me?” she nodded while you thanked her.

you sniffed the coffee quizzically. yelena then remembered this was probably different usual coffee than when you remember. “uh- it’s what you usually make.” she said before explaining your process. you hummed taking a small sip.

“this is so strange, but i’m patting myself on the back for this one.” you sat in silence and ate half the food before asking her the ugly question she had been waiting for.

“yelena, are we friends?”

𓉸 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰 - 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𓉸

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BLACK WIDOW (2021) | THUNDERBOLTS* (2025)

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This isn't right.

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emergency contact ‎⚕️paramedic!yelena x f!reader

♡ wlw , fluff , no use of y/n , reader has undisclosed medical condition , aquarium date , reader likes the ocean , reader has trinkets lol , the girls are flirting , this was edited by my cat so ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later , images are from pinterest , divider , russian is from google/reddit

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ♡ ty ochen krasivaya - you look beautiful , spasibo - thank you , brelok - keychain/toy

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‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ♡ part 1 ♡ part 2 ♡ part 3

bones’ now playing ▶︎ emergency contact - corook

“you can’t ditch.” john said. “we have assigned teams for a reason. now the whole just concept falls apart.”

“walker, i do not care about the teams right now.” yelena continued packing up her bag as he scoffed.

“so that’s it? you’re just ditching go-karts for a girl?” he pressed.

“no, i’m ditching go-karts for a pretty girl.” yelena corrected.

“no way!” ava gasped from her spot on her bunk. yelena was surprised she was even paying attention to the conversation amidst her doom scroll session. “you asked the pretty bracelet girl on a date?”

“i did.”

“the girl from the subway fall?” bob gasped holding his pillow in both his hands.

“yes, bob.” she sighed answering the same question for a third time.

had it been anyone but robert keeping the personal conversation going, yelena would have been far less kind. bob was a rookie that yelena had decided to take under her wing. he didn’t deserve the hazing from the other guys and any anyone in the station would eat a bullet before crossing her.

the room collectively jumped when chief was suddenly standing at the door like some ghostly assassin. “you asked one of your patients on a date?” bucky asked with an unimpressed expression.

“oh my god!” yelena groaned leaning her head back. she zipped up her duffle, slinging the bag over her shoulder. bucky stepped through the doorway to let her pass through.

“why not call my dad and tell him too! maybe even commissioner de fontaine, i am sure she would also love to know.” she called as she retreated down the hallway.

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yelena hadn’t seen you since the day she was dispatched to your fall, but you had texted frequently. your asleep schedule was so off that you eved helped get yelena through her graveyard rotation with random late night texts. she had made a mental note to ask you about your sleeping habits more.

she used her first off day to catch up on her own sleep, planning their date on the following. yelena had left you in the dark, only telling you where to meet and that she’s almost certain you will not faint again. the only info she gave you was how much walking you would do, the train length and times so you could you pack anything you needed ahead of time.

the address she gave you was a cafe. as you got closer to the building, you could see her standing amongst the crowd wearing a long patterned coat. her hair was down and she was wearing more jewelry, a few layered necklaces, ring stacks and the same collection of earrings with a few swapped out.

your breathing tightened as you approached her. yelena had a resting bitch face hard enough enough to kill a man. to any passing stranger she was probably one of the most intimidating woman on the block, but her face cracked into a grin when she saw you approaching.

“look at you, all upright and stable.” she greeted.

“for now.” you joked.

“ha, ha, you are so funny.” she fake-laughed, “your job of the day is staying awake.” she pushed off the wall as you two began walking towards the cafe door and holding it open for you. “this place is so cute.” you observed the outer decor before stepping inside.

“it is cute.” she agreed. “we had a call across the street a while back. bob insisted we come inside.”

“bob?”

“bob is a rookie.” she explained. “big cutie, you would enjoy him.” you two placed your order to go. yelena paid, but offered to maybe let you pay on the next date.

you two sat off at an empty table waiting for your order. yelena eyes wandered over your face before she spoke. “ty ochen krasivaya.”

she wore a gentle smile on her face that made your face feel warm. you waited for her to maybe tell you what she had said but, no, she just continued to smile.

“don’t make me pull up google translate.” you threatened with a giggle. yelena’s face flashed a look of contemplation before she relented.

“i was saying that you look beautiful.”

you blinked twice quickly, “thank you,” your grin widened as you retuned the compliment. “you make a very pretty civilian,” you responded honestly. “but i will admit i like your uniform.”

“oh so you you have a thing for women in uniform, huh?” she teased. “is that why you agreed to this date?”

“just a bonus.” you shrugged. “how do you say thank you in russian?” you asked her tilting your head.

“spasibo.” you shamelessly watched her lips enunciate the word and clumsily repeated it.

your conversation was interrupted by the barista calling your order out and placing it you on the counter. while leaving you opened the door for her this time, she was holding her own coffee and the pastry bag, which you took and placed in your day bag once you were outside.

when you glanced down at your hand you saw the barista’s scribbling on the sides of the cup. your order on one side and under your palm was, ‘good luck on your date’ you turned your hand to show yelena your cup. she laughed, flashing you her own cup which read ‘she’s totally into you’.

you allowed yelena to lead you to a subway station on 34th. the yellow lights of the station flickered occasionally as you descended down the staircase. when you reached about two thirds to the bottom of the stairs you glanced back to her. “are you walking behind me like a fall risk on purpose, or is it habit?” she was a step behind you, stood slightly to the side, her right arm hung parallel to the middle of your back, coffee in her left hand.

“i met you on the floor of a subway station, can you not blame me for this?” yelena shrugged.

the station wasn’t overly crowded since it was already late morning and most people where minding their business. save for a guy in a red hat arguing with an invisible man across the tracks. the two of yoi watched the man yap about so much but absolutely nothing at all for the entire four minute wait.

“c’mon.” yelena looped her arm into your elbow when the correct train arrived.

you read off the letter of the train you looked to her, “are we going where i think we’re going?” you smiled excitedly.

she shrugged. “i don’t know, you will just have to wait and see.”

the train was already pretty crowded so yelena gave you the first open seat she saw opting to stand in front of you. she seemed to understand the implication of the position and gave you a look. as she adjusted her footing, the both of you silently giggled trying to maintain good train etiquette. but it is new york, and you have seen some less than savory things in your travels. by the fourth stop, yelena was able to snag the seat next to you. the old woman sitting beside you gave your leg a little pat with a smile before she shuffled off the train.

“old people are so cute.” you said quietly.

yelena made a thinking sound while sipping from her cup, “sometimes.” you assumed she had more than enough stories from work to dispute your claim, but she changed the subject before you could ask.

“i wanted to ask you about the brelok.” you tilted your head as yelena snapped twice. “the keychains,” she corrected herself. clipped to your bag was a sunflower lanyard along with various other items. “what is this little furry monster bunny… baby?” she reached out to grab the head. “what are you?” she asked it.

“it’s a labubu.” you told her.

she blinked. “that did not explain to me what it is.”

“it’s a monster character thing that come in a mystery bag.” her face melted into understanding.

“and what about the cat wearing a tiny gingham suit and tiny matching hat?” she poked at the squirrel. “he is very stylish.”

“it’s a calico critter.” you said.

“ooh i know what this is!” she stated proudly while pointing to your penguin jellycat. “bob has a little dog on his bunk.” you truly did begin to think that you and bob would get along.

“our stop.” yelena stood up before the train came to the next stop, bracing herself by shifting her weight. she offered you her hand before you made your way off the train.

when you recognized your surroundings and you were correct. yelena had taken you to the aquarium.

she looked a little nervous as the two of you headed to large canopy entrance to get a spot in line. “i’m glad you are excited. i saw the penguin and the fish pin and gambled.” the fish pin was ponyo but you weren’t going to ruin that for her.

“well jackpot, i love the aquarium.” you assured her, gripping her hand tighter.

before you started the exhibits you sat and ate what you got at the cafe on a bench. you had pulled your phone out of your bag to show yelena sylvaniandrama to explain the calico critter but she let out a choked laugh before you even pressed play.

“why is this tiny baby looking at me?” her eyes never even looked at the screen, too focused on the naked baby stuck on your case. you couldn’t control the laughter that escaped you. “it’s another mystery bag thing. it’s a sheep angel!” you pointed to its head. when your giggles died down enough for you to how her the video, her returning laughter only spurred on your own.

“i will admit they are cute.” she her voice breathy from laughing.

“well, next date we can find you some.”

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“you know, female angelfish often pair up together.” you said staring at a yellow striped one through the glass. “but i guess sometimes they cannibalize.”

“that seems to be a theme with lesbians,” yelena joked. “maybe it is mother natures’ irony.” you snorted and looked away from the tank to face her.

“well, there’s also amazon mollies.” you offered. “tiny fish that are all female and technically asexually reproduce.”

“i like them.” she decided with a small nod. you had reached the end of this exhibit and where moving were

“you know a lot about fish.” yelena said as the two of you walked down a darker corridor, you felt a featherlight touch of her hand on your back when she noticed you slow down slightly.

“i sometimes have too much free time.” you chuckled, yelena made a face of understanding. you paused briefly, not wanting her to feel awkward. “there’s a fish that lives out in the desert that can’t survive anywhere outside of that one geothermic hole.”

“oh, that is so pathetic.”

“they live in the devils hole.”

yelena practically cackled. “the devils hole?” she parroted. “no,” she called out your name, “you’re lying to me again.”

“it’s a desert, it’s hot.” you explained, but she continued to laugh at you.

“you’re making it sound worse.” she elbowed you. “so, what do they call the fish in the devils hole?” her question died back into a giggle.

“pupfish.” the cackle was back.

“oh my god!” she gasped. “even with the word devil the name is pathetic.”

soon the two of you were back outside and made your way to the underwater viewing of the otter that you were so excited about.

“okay, i get it, they are cute.” yelena relented as she watched one of the otters rub it’s face with it’s little paws.

“they get emotionally attached to a specific rock.”

“stop it.” she warned.

“they also sleep holding hands so they don’t drift from each other at night.” you continued.

“oh my god.” she pouted at the glass.

“they’re actually really freaky.” you said quietly.

“you make me love them and now you’re going to ruin it.” she lightly tugged the sleeve of your shirt.

deciding to save yelena’s image of the otters you decided to be vague, “if they were human they’d be getting capital punishment.”

yelena pulled her phone from her back pocket. you watched her type from the corner of your eye, still watching the otters. “oh no.” she said immediately clicking into a link. after two minutes of silent anticipation yelena spoke again. “jesus christ.” her head nodding back up to the glass.

you shrugged. “maybe these ones are okay.” with that final thought to leave yelena spiraling, you to moved to the penguins, then the sharks.

there was a small break where you decided to sit down and have some water. you had apologized when yelena made sure you were fine, but she didn’t think twice about sitting down next to you. not counting the sit down as a loss of time she chatted the minutes away doing most of the talking allowing you to catch up a bit.

not before long you were at the touch tanks.

“it’s slimy.” yelena withdrew her hand from the tank, as she touched a ray.

“their skin actually kind of feel like cat tongues.” you blurted. “they’re just coated in mucus.” yelena’s nose wrinkled.

“you know everything.” she noted.

“only the weird shit.” you laughed. “speaking of, i wanna see the octopus before we leave.”

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this took me way too long to churn out i’m sorry i rewatched thunderbolts yesterday and i have ideas.

also hello to all the new gay people in my phone 🫵

masterlist | 𓉸 ♡, bones

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i will only write yelena as anything along the acepec/touch me not/stone top thank you and goodnight sincerely me

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You didn't meet me at her grave.

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this sequence of the limo scene is my fav ever

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this image but yelena with her glock

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i love when women

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i could eat that girl for lunch ⧗ natasha x avenger f!reader

♡ minors and men dni , no use of y/n , wlw , smut 18+ , friends to lovers , natasha’s gaydar is off , r eats box like a champ , lesbian protector thor , one bed trope if you squint but it’s not important , images are from pinterest , this was edited by my cat so ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later , divider , russian is from google/reddit

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bones’ now playing ▶︎ lunch - billie eilish

natasha romanoff seldom hoped that she was wrong. this was not one of those times.

the black widow, specialist in espionage, had profiled you wrong? she was so certain that you were straight. but now she wasn’t so convinced.

her real suspicion started with thor.

clint, tony and natasha sat playing cards. natasha had won every round of every game they’d started. and she just cleared her hand in rummy, when thor was heard boasting from the hallway, “this is marvelous news!” he laughed.

“what’s got you so giddy?” natasha asked him.

“the littlest avenger considers me to be a tolerable man.” he was very proud, chest puffed out, hands on his hip. natasha’s eyebrows raised. she knew he meant you, by the nickname.

tony was fast to answer, “i’m sorry, she what?”

“little avenger has a list on her cellular phone of tolerable men.” he stated. “and of course she has placed the mighty thor this list.”

tony and clint began asking about the list and if they saw their names on it. when thor asked you about a tolerable women list, apparently you just laughed at him. claiming that you had a different kind of list for women. she became very curious about that one.

then, few days after, the team was all together for a rowdy dinner. by the tail end of it, tony and thor were drunk and bickering about which avenger had more sex appeal or something.

tony called your name. “you’re young and not natasha romanoff. which of us would you take home?”

natasha would have lied if she contemplated to tuning out your answer, but then heard you boldly announce, “tony i would rather sit on a hot grill than sleep with any men in this room.” you would prefer to physical pain over sleeping with any man in the room. maria had left with pepper to help clean up after a spilled bottle of champagne that one of them had tipped over onto the table. and natasha was the only woman in the room at the time.

natasha was looking at you now and she was sure through your peripheral vision you saw her too.

natasha decided to set you up, now helping guide the conversation towards the information she wanted out of you. “remember that one drag queen in boston that hit on you.” natasha randomly brought up.

“he was very good at his job!” clint defended himself. drunk you found it hilarious to picture a slightly tipsy clint get hit on by a drag queen. “i’ve never slept with a man.” clint drunkenly confirmed.

“me neither.” you giggled out.

clint looked at you confused or surprised maybe he was trying to showcase both in his stupor. “wait a minute.” he loudly whispered crunching his eyebrows. “do we bat for the same team?”

you nodded your head yes with a lackadaisical roll to your neck as the giggles continued before tony announced the door dash was here. you didn’t pay him any mind as you were too busy to remember natasha was still next to you.

she called your name, stealing away your attention. “thor was telling us that you have a list of tolerable men.” you nearly choked on your drink. thor told natasha about your list.

taking a breath, you nodded. “it’s a short list. he should be honored to be on it.” natasha hummed.

“he mentioned you have a list of women too. hopefully, i’m tolerable enough to on there.” she feigned innocence, leaning her chin in her palm.

“oh that’s it’s a different list.” you blurted, too inebriated to stop yourself. natasha should be ashamed of herself, taking advantage of your drunken brain. but she was afraid you would may have clammed up the moment she started poking otherwise.

“oh yeah?” she continued, keeping the eye contact.

“yeah.” you breathed. nat raised an eyebrow.

“so, i’m not on that one?”

“you are!” you rushed. her eyes caught the black shine of your phone slotted between your thighs. “mind if i peak?” she dropped her voice to a lower whisper, continuing to lean into you. if you were assumed straight sober, drunk you absolutely was not. you nodded dumbly opening you phone to the notes app. natasha read through the notes as you opened the app. random lists, meaningless words and number sequences that probably made little sense to you anymore, natasha’s eyes lagged on the note that had your bra size typed out before you opened the untitled note.

you were right, the list was short. immediate names where clint, bucky, thor, scott? (question mark included) followed by one of the oldest janitors in sheild and the very flamboyant nurse from medical. natasha did not try to contain her laugh. “what are your standards of this list?” you shrugged, laughing with her.

the second list a few lines down and far longer. it started with natasha’s name, then wanda, brunnhilde, carol, okoye, maria, nebula, followed by a collection of reputable shield agents, and a firefighter in the nyfd you had met during the battle of new york, and lastly one natasha did not recognize, lisa from the bakery.

“i see a theme, but i must ask about the baker.” natasha looked back up at you. you were chewing on the straw of your now empty cup, clearly nervous.

“have you ever watched a woman make bread dough?” you simply asked. natasha shook her head. “i’ll have to take you.” you promised, nodding enthusiastically.

everyone in the room seemed entranced in the food or their own conversation, so natasha pushed on. “what’s this list then, if it’s not tolerable women.” natasha watched your eyes shift nervously as you felt all the blood in your body rush to your face. it was at this point when your drunk brain began to catch up to what she was doing.

“pretty women.” you murmured.

“and i’m number one. that’s sweet.” natasha smiled at you taking a sip of her beer. not missing the way you watched her sip and swallow.

hook, line and sinker.

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the next day you didn’t remember exactly what had gone on last night. just the general overview. you didn’t care much to dig on the topic as getting drunk with the team wasn’t out of the ordinary.

when you peeled yourself out of bed, your brain felt like it was replaced by sludge and you were unsure of where you had last had your phone. you began wandering downstairs with the intention to try and retrace your steps to find it.

when you got to the kitchen, it was empty, aside from natsha who was leaning against the opposite counter. still in the sweats you were seen in at dinner, you regretted not being fully presentable.

on the other hand natasha looked freshly showered, wearing jeans and a tight black tank top. you could even see the black strap of her bra poking out from behind the material. “dobroye utrechko.” you assumed it was a greeting. you blink the drowsiness out of your eyes as you ripped your eyes back to her face.

“you’re up early.”

“it’s 10.” she laughed. you had no excuse. “here.” natasha poured you a cup of water and opened the cabinet where the team collected their over the counter stuff. she slid you the glass and placed two tablets of whatever in front of you. zero survival skills in sight, you took the meds she gave you without even looking at them once. she then placed a muffin in front of you, remembering which ones you tended to chose over other flavors. natasha then pulled your phone out of her back pocket. “probably missing this too.”

“oh my god.” you rushed, mid-bite of the muffin. “thank you.” you cheered. “you’re the best.” friday called out something over the PA about steve needing natasha so she grabbed her water bottle and began to exit the kitchen.

“wouldn’t want you to have to restart your lists and i want to maintain my number one spot.” she exited the kitchen. her words were like a bucket of ice cold water and suddenly your memory of last night suddenly became abundantly more clear.

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a few days later you’re stuffed into some tiny dress at some black tie cocktail party while the team works undercover with hotel security. the event was winding down and guests were beginning to leave. natasha was on the upper floor, blended into the regular security like the rest of the team.

tony sat outside the hotel watching the camera feeds from a large disguised rental van. he was only there if the iron man suit was needed, so he was running extra surveillance. but was tony and tony was getting bored. when you appeared on the feed rotation on one of the screens, he called you out over the com. “can somebody drop a pen? i want to know what shield issued g-strings look like.”

“looking to get one for yourself?” you asked him, looking to the wall to not look insane speaking to yourself. you were instructed to limit your com usage.

“if you help me pick one that matches pepper’s eyes.” he joked.

steve broke up the quip, “guys that’s enough. all dolled up or not she’s still your teammate.”

“she does look nice doesn’t she, boys?” natasha ignored steve. “too bad she’d burn her ass off before she’d touch any of you.”

“romanoff.” steve warned.

“did you really say that?” bucky laughed.

natasha answered for you “she did.”

“ouch.” sam said.

before you could even attempt to defend yourself, you were interrupted by some diplomat curling an arm around your waist.

you politely turned him down, telling him how flattered you are and that you’re with the event. he doesn’t like that answer, telling you that it should be the reason he take you.

like an angel, natasha appears in that stupid security uniform. “sir, this waitress is working i’m going to have to ask you to please allow her do her job.” she said curtly, keeping you behind her. after three minutes of torturous arguing the man was gone.

“am i done?” you whined, to both natasha and everyone on the comms. “i don’t think i can take anymore of this.”

“they’ve started packing up.” natasha confirmed while you puffed out a sigh of relief.

“thanks for that back there.” you told her.

she shrugged. “it’s the least i could do after having to watch you get picked at like a carcass all night.”

the team had finished and rounded up in a vacant lounge at the hotel. steve went over their plan to head out in the morning, he kept it short and sweet as the small team of agents looked tired. not battle worn, but socially worn, all spread out around the fancy couches. the dress you wore was inconvenient so you opted to sit on a barstool and by the end of the meeting you were miserable. meeting adjourned, steve began handing out the room assignments. “2 to a room, rank based, no coed.” very chivalrous, captain america. fourth group down was you and natasha. you found out upon arrival she would be roomed with you so you had no surprise so mask. the team checked in your room a day early to have the space to get ready in. “everyone get some sleep.” steve ordered.

“if it’s worth anything,” natasha said appearing next to the bar. her overnight bag was slung over her shoulder, your bags were already in the room. “i really like the dress.”

“i’m still pretty convinced that it is actually just a top.” you hiked the pleather material down your upper thigh, as the two of you now made your way towards the elevators. having long since discarded the heels, the sounds of natasha’s boots and your bare feet sounded through the hallway. the cocktail dress only leaves about two inches to the imagination and just barely came down over your ass. steve was so flustered that he had given you his jacket to tie around your waist until mission go.

natasha selected the button for the second floor and you spoke up. “you know, it took two people to get me into this thing.” you said. natasha let out a light chuckle imagining the scenario. “i might need a hand getting out of it.”

a small flame lit itself inside natasha. her mouth ran dry, but she didn’t miss a beat. “of course.” she agreed with a smile. you, yourself, were smiling straight ahead at your warped reflection of the shiny metal until they slid open.

smiling, because of course you noticed natasha’s fishing expedition after you had asked clint to fill you in on whatever drunk you told natasha. you had always assumed natasha placed you in the coworker box but it became obvious that she genuinely did not know you liked women.

natasha held her breath when you reached into your bra and pulled the room card to key your door open, allowing natasha to step inside after you.

she could see the mess the team had made getting you ready. cosmetic and garnet bags along the table and an open bathroom door where she could only imagine what chaos the counter was in.

she watched you drop your shoes by your suitcase on the floor before you began peeling off your jewelry. rings and bracelets gone. the hoops you had been asked to wear had pulled at your ears all night that you were glad to bid goodbye. you turned to natasha, who now sat at the corner of the four-poster king bed. the security uniform jacket discarded beside her, now only in a tight black t-shirt and tactical pants.

“help me unzip?” you asked her as you turned your back to her. through the mirror you could see the top of her head raise from behind you as her posture straightened up. you made sure you were standing up straight, holding your posture to specifically draw her attention. you were pretty sure it was working.

you felt her fingers grab at the top of the tight dress. she pulled the fabric back slightly, jerking you momentarily, before she unlatched the little eye and hook at the top. you had to try to regulate your breathing before she began on the zipper. “i think every man attending that event was thinking about doing this.” she spoke with a light laugh as her touch prickled your skin.

“ew.” you chuckled airily, deflating your lungs so she could get the zipper past your strapless bra. natasha could see from the band that it was red lace.

“i’m not going to lie, you had me so fooled.” natasha finally said. she peeked over your shoulder to lock eyes in the mirror. dress now fully unzipped to the swell of your ass. you’d have to shimmy out of the rest if it.

“fooled?” you parroted.

“unclockable.” natasha corrected. you turned to face her, a single hand on your chest being the only thing holding the last piece of whatever modesty that dress allowed in place.

“i wasn’t trying to be stealthy.” you joked. understanding what she meant.

“good, because that’s my thing and i’m taking it back.” natasha tipped her had to the side, her eyes wandering your face.

“you can have it,” you agreed, “you can take the dress with it if you’d like.” natasha made prolonged eye contact, silently asking permission. your hand dropped and the material being held to you chest fell. natasha was not shy when your gaze dropped to your chest. the strapless bra was shelf styled, worn specifically to boost your cleavage. that was the final nail in natasha’s coffin.

she used the folded fabric at your waist to yank you past the foot of space in between you two. when you stepped in between her open thighs, natasha didn’t hesitate to kiss you. it was soft, but desperate. like something she didn’t know she was starved of. you broke away to bunch your fingers around her shirt, untucking it and hauling it over her head.

her chest was covered with a black sports bra, a white logo you couldn’t read printed on the side of her ribs. you two didn’t stall, reaching for the black belt keeping the cargo pants at her waist and quickly undoing it’s strap. the button came easily thank god. you yelled back to allow her to stand and shimmy the pants down.

you tried to bite back a comment about how much you liked the fitted material. but the black tiny boyshorts she was wearing had you more distracted. when you felt the zipper of your dress pinch your back. natasha helped you work the tight material over your hips. red and black lace, of course you were wearing a set.

“i’m underdressed.” she joked, referring to your contrast between your undergarments and herself. “no, you’re practical.” you shrugged. keeping your eye contact, you reached behind yourself and unhooked the eyes of your bra.

once again natasha felt no shame as her eyes dropped back to your bare chest. “but i do want them off.”

natasha watched you sink to the floor with a twinkle in your eye, hands climbing for her panties. “i can’t believe i thought you were fucking straight.” she said lowly, pulling the material down her very well built thighs. your free arm wrapped around her one of her legs to pull her closer to you, curling at the top of her inner thigh.

“so the black widow has a shitaty gaydar?” you began kissing natasha’s thighs, moving closer to her center.

“or you’re just full of surprises?” she countered, her breath stuttering when your kisses had finally reached their destination. you landed a kiss just over her clit, feather light. she didn’t flinch, but drew a long breath.

“i think i’m very predictable.” you made sure you were looking in her eyes when your tongue flattened out and lapped up her slit, each time your tongue toying with her clit. it wasn’t long before you pulled the bud in between your lips, sucking lightly. natasha was unable to catch the moan that pulled from her throat. you adored the sound and you hummed against her, responding in a subdued encouragement, and pulled one of her legs over your shoulder, opening her up further to you.

you’d been so forward this entire time, natasha allowed the hand of hers not gripping the bedpost to hold the back of your head. she experimentally rolled her hips forward just so slightly. and to her not so surprise you followed the movement, sat up straighter and allowed her to use your face.

she moaned when she locked eyes with your bleary stare. keeping your hand wrapped around natasha’s thigh, your dominant hand traveled around from her inner thigh to tease her entrance, then slipping a singer inside.

her pace increased as she chased her high and you dutifully swallowed down her arousal, it messily dripped down your chin mixing with your saliva. natasha’s breathing increased as she felt her orgasm nearing. and when natasha’s hips stuttered, you pulled her clit between your lips once more sucking harder this time. her heel dug into your bare back as your grip on her standing leg tightened, the strong muscles switched and flexing under you fingers. she began cursing in russian, you would have no idea what she was saying even if you weren’t busy with her thighs muffling the word in your ears. when she did cum, you stayed in place and chased her hips with your mouth swallowing her down.

you grinned up at her dumbly, face soaked in her arousal. your face felt hot and your head felt light. natasha had begun to catch her breath as you felt her fingers smooth over your hair. as her hands find their way to your face, thumbing over your swollen lips. “you would have been wasted on a man.”

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i’m hoping to get part 3 of emergency contact up this weekend

♡, bones

[corpscs]

𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖘𝖈𝖘’ 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ

my apple music queens here is your link to the playlist ♡ fuck spotify. i hate them so much and i will never, ever use the spoitify link feature.

yelena belova

▶︎ emergency contact - corook

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⋆ one ⋆ two ⋆ three

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎paramedic!yelena x f!reader

▶︎ for the girls - hayley kiyoko ♡ nsfw

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yelena x new avenger f!reader

▶︎ mad - reneé rap

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yelena x new avenger f!reader

natasha romanoff

▶︎ lunch - billie eilish ♡ nsfw

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎natasha x avenger f!reader

wip ▶︎ giver - chappell roan ♡ nsfw

wip ▶︎ guess - charli xcx billie eilish ♡ nsfw

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎natasha x avenger f!reader

𓉸 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰 - 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𓉸

♡, bones ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

instagram , tiktok

[corpscs]

cutie pie bob

THUNDERBOLTS* (deleted scene)

[corpscs]

summer’s for the girls ⧗ yelena x new avenger!reader

♡ minors and men dni , no use of y/n , wlw , team bickering , everyone is annoyed and sweaty , smut 18+ , ice cubes , stonetop!yelena , yelena and reader are girlfriends , reader has unspecified electrokinesis ability , images are from pinterest , divider , this was edited by my cat so ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later , russian is from google/reddit

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ♡ detka - babe , lyubimaya - my love

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ♡ masterlist , word count: 3.5k

bones’ now playing ▶︎ for the girls - hayley kiyoko

the watchtower was hot.

a heatwave was currently rolling across the east coast and caused a black out. the power was back on now, but the hvac system got fried in the power surge. oscillating fans could only do so much and the windows of the watchtower barely opened for safety purposes. all the team could do was sit and try not to move too much.

bucky walked into the room, his phone call interrupting the rare, natural peace the team had achieved all on their own, or maybe you all were just overheating. when bucky cursed under his breath, you decided to looked up from your book.

you and bob started your own book club after you got benched for a failed mission due to an electrical explosion, which totally could have not been because of you, but who knows? this week you decided to play some kind of sick joke and choose stephen king’s under the dome, 1,080 something pages. poor bob nearly had a heart attack, but you promised him way more than a week to read and marathon run of the show they made about it before he hesitantly agreed.

“alright.” bucky gruffed into his phone’s receiver. his hair was pulled into a haphazard bun, the shorter fringe pieces sticking to the sides of his sweat slicked face. “thanks, you too.” he hung up the phone with a sigh.

“so… what’s the verdict?” ava asked.

“two days.” and the entire room erupted into groans.

“why can’t we get a hotel?” john suggested. his shirt had been discarded long ago, now only wearing a pair of gym shorts. he was laying flat on the tile floor, the coldest place to be. it was also where ava chose to sit and hog one of three fans set up in the room.

“why? you offering to pay for it, taco bell?” you snorted. the nickname appeared after the sentry folded his shield.

“why should i? barnes’ got a bigger salary than all of us.”

“no hotels!” bucky’s commanding tone was enough to silence them all. “you’re avengers. if a little east coast heatwave can take you all out then we really are doomed.” he paused, feeling a slight draft behind him. “close the freezer, yelena.” bucky warned. even with his back to the bar he could see the russian draped over the bar’s freezer. she groaned before complying with his order, but slamming the cooler door in retaliation.

“you sure you can’t fix it, sparky?” john asked.

“i’m not a fucking engineer.” you rolled your eyes as yelena wandered back to the couch.

the blonde was clad in a grey tank top and black lounge shorts. flopping down to take up the remaining space of the two-seater, head on the arm rest and laying her legs across your thighs. you lifted your book to accommodate her legs before lowering your arms back down to her shins and continuing to read.

“eugh,” she made a face, throwing her head back in disgust. both of you were instantly aware of the slickness of your combined sweat, but didn’t care enough to move. “this is the worst!” yelena complained, yet she made no attempt to change her position.

“we’re all hot yelena.” bucky reminded her as he finished off his nth water of the day.

“yes, but my girlfriend is next to me. and she is sticky and wet, but not in the good ways.” she spoke to the ceiling before lolling her head to the side and locking eyes with bucky.

the others groaned in disgust while you laughed at bucky trying to downplay choking on his last sip of water. now deciding to neglect your book, you watched her laugh falter and then you watched the movement of her throat as she swallowed. the exposed skin of her upper chest and shoulders glimmered with sweat under the bright studio lighting of the tower ceiling. you decided to turn back to your book because it was way too hot to be allowing your mind wander in that direction right now.

“why do we even have leather couches?” yelena moved slightly feeling the stick of the material.

“easy to clean?” john suggested.

“john, i’ve never seen you clean one thing in this entire room before.” ava pointed out.

“yeah, well, i didn’t mean me.” he snapped before silence enveloped the group for a minute or two. the air is so humid and hostile you almost feared the next person who opened their mouth was gonna get themselves tossed out one of the open sliding doors.

“has anyone seen alexei?” ava blurted. they hadn’t spotted the man in a few hours.

“maybe he’s at the pool.” bob suggested. he’d been so quiet reading with his back against the cold stone of the wall you forgot he was there

“isn’t that pool like 80 degrees?” john asked.

“that’s colder than the air, right?”

yelena chose to ignore bob’s question, the last thing she wanted was to lash out at someone who didn’t deserve it. she reminded herself that she was just irritated and that bob was bob.

“he’s probably off drinking to forget about the heat. i don’t know.” she shrugged her outward shoulder slightly. a pause and suddenly yelena was sitting up like you had electrocuted her. the sound of her skin peeling off the material of the couch made you internally cringe.

“yelena, no.” you derailed her train of thought before she could even suggest something.

“oh c’mon, lyubimaya” she whined. “you did not even hear my idea.”

“i don’t need to.” you ignore whatever she grumbled under her breath as she continued to stare at the side of your face.

“you have been reading that same page for six minutes.” her eyes dropped to the page open in your lap.

“i’m distracted.” you side eyed her flipping the page. not because you finished reading it, but to prove a point.

“am i distracting you?” you made the mistake of fully looking at her. whisps of her bangs had fallen out of her headband and stuck to her brow. you could see a small bead of sweat dripping down her left temple.

“the team is distracting.” you lied.

“if i have to watch you two flirt in this heat i may actually stroke out.” john jokingly gagged.

“keep it up you guys.” ava feigned a cheer.

“i think you all got heat stroke.” bucky muttered before leaving the team with one final order, “drink some water.”

it wasn’t a moment later before alexei appeared in the room like a summoned spirit.

“and where have you been?” yelena asked her father in an accusing tone.

“cold shower.” he held up both hands closing his thumb and pointer fingers into a double okay sign. the rest of the team made sounds acknowledgment, but you could only imagine the future lecture from bucky about the water bill. you opened you book back up and attempted to read once more.

you managed to get two pages in before yelena was leaning close to your face,

“detka, i have a new idea.”

“of course you do.” you turned to your left, your faces now no more than two inches apart. her breath didn’t even feel warm against your already heated skin. her eyes moved to your lips before she jerked back, catching the half empty water bottle that walker just hucked in your direction. that action alone had some deprived part of your brain clicking to life.

“hey!” she scolded him.

“get a room.” he hollered. yelena huffed, and threw her legs off your lap, both of you releasing small twin ow’s at the sweat stuck skin ripping apart. you opened your mouth to complain but she leaned down and ordered you to wait ten minutes before following her, “you never heard my idea.”

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while you had tried to think up the possibilities of yelena’s idea, you actually did not think of this. but here you were, laying on one of her bleach stained towels, back against your mattress.

yelena straddled one of your legs, sitting comfortably despite the temperature of the room. the hum of that fan that’s been running for thirty-some odd hours straight drowned out whatever playlist yelena had playing. it was pointed towards the bed and softly blew around the lose wisps of her hair.

beside her was a metal bowl full of ice cubes.

“ready?” she asked reaching her hand into the bowl. she took a single ice cube into her hand as she adjusted her knees to straddle your hips.

“go for it.” you gave her a lazy ‘okay’. she grinned and placed the ice cube between your collar bones. you gasped from the cold sensation spreading across your skin, goosebumps prickling down your shoulders and arms.

yelena dragged the ice between your collar bones and chest, avoiding the hem of your tank top. but the ice melted quickly on your heated skin, some soaking your tank and the rest slipping down around your neck. she moved the cube to the center of your sternum, under the tank top before holding her hand over the material. it didn’t take long for the ice cube to melt completely through the warmth of your chest.

although the ice was startling, the minor relief from the hot air was good enough.

yelena unceremoniously yanked your tank top down below your breasts. and when you heard the threads of the fabric snapping, you scolded her with a gasp of her name.

“relax, i’m pretty sure this one was mine anyways.” was.

“i don’t think so.” your voice pitched upwards into a shriek as she pinched your nipple with cold fingers. “you said you don’t like spaghetti straps.” you recalled catching your breath back.

“i don’t.” yelena agreed. she didn’t like them. she remembers the conversation you two had about waking up tits out because that type of tank top tends to travel in any given direction while sleeping. it was one of the first times yelena was fully honest with you about something. she didn’t like that vulnerability, being exposed. and you were so understanding, you always were.

so no, she would never tell you that the real reason why she gave you all her spaghetti straps a few weeks after that was the very same reason she hated them. you’d probably call her some sort of pervert.

dipping her hand back into the bowl, yelena picked out a new ice cube placing it on the same spot between your collar bones. she dragged the cube in the same path as the first one before sliding it to the opposite nipple she had pinched before. it didn’t feel bad, but it felt strange. like your brain couldn’t figure out if it hurt with all much sensory input against the air in the room.

you gasped loudly, your hand instinctively moving to grab at her wrist. yelena was obviously faster than you and she grabbed a hold of your wrist with her free hand instead. heat flooded your core when she laughed in your face at your attempt to push away. but she held it there until the ice cube was too small to hold in her fingers anymore so she let it melt against your heaving chest.

“c’mon, it must feel nice.” she moved her soaked hand to rub the water across your chest.

“it’s cold.” you wined.

“but it is so hot in here.” she countered. “and you are sweaty. i bet you smell horrible.”

“yelena!” you gasped in embarrassment. now trying to wiggle yourself out from under her.

“i am no better!” she laughed, squeezing her thighs around your hips. “it is, like, 40 degrees in here.” your physical strength was almost infantilizing compared to yelena, and it was too hot to keep up a fight you can’t win.

“i don’t know the metric system, babe.” maybe your delivery was more snarky than you had intended because yelena yanked up her your tank top before dropping an ice cube directly to your belly button. you shrieked loudly, your free hand now going for her wrist. she decided to let you grab her, knowing your physical strength alone isn’t enough to move her hand.

“be careful with your hands detka. you do not want not shock me, again.” you instinctively bucked up against yelena, your hips twisting to avoid the cold sensation. she only followed and controlled your movements.

by the time the ice cube on your stomach melted, her your tank was nearly soaked through with the combined back sweat against the fitted sheet. she allowed you to sit up and wiggle the material off your arms fully.

yelena paused briefly, only allowing herself time to admire her girlfriend, but not really allowing you a full chance to recover. her ice cold hand slipped from it’s spot on your middle and down the below the waistband of your shorts. the cold digits ghosted over your panties and you squealed once again reaching for her.

“ah-ah, please keep your hands to yourself this time. that was very rude.” yelena chided, though she understood it was your natural reflex to the cold. she took some sympathy on you and reached for the hem of her own sweat-soaked tank. she peeled it off, leaving her clad in a black sports bra, before she unceremoniously dropped the cotton onto your bare chest. “since you want something to hold on to.”

she grinned as you immediately gripped the grey article between your fingers. it was damp against your own sweaty palms and it smelt strongly of yelena.

she used the m distraction to sit up and pull your shorts and panties down. the sweat coating your thighs working extra hard against her, but winning the struggle with some extra effort from you.

yelena manhandled you back to where she wanted before straddling you once more. you watched her with wide eyes as she grabbed another ice cube. placing it back against your belly button. you gasped as she slowly brought it down your lower abdomen before holding just above your cunt.

your lips pressed into a thin line to keep your shrieking to a minimum. normally she would be against it, after that one time you accidentally bit through your lip hard enough that it bled for more than a few minutes. and yelena would rather drink bleach than sit through another meeting, where mortifying enough, she shared real reason behind the injury and not because they thought you two had some sort of physical dispute. after that incident yelena said no more and called the ego boost collateral.

her free hand reached to grip your jaw, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to hold you in place. “be careful.” she warned, feeling your unsteady breaths against her hand as you nodded.

the ice cube was about the size of nickel now and her fingers had long since lost their feeling. yelena originally was going to let this ice cube fully melt before she got another, but she decided that she was too eager to see your reaction to wait. after shuffling back just ever so slightly to brace for your reaction, she slipped the remains of the ice cube directly beside your clit.

your entire body seized up, your mouth finally opening in a dramatic gasp. “oh my god!” you shrieked, repeating the phrase like a mantra. “lena!” your legs jerked from under her but the weight of her hips held your knees firmly in place.

when you arched too far off the bed for her liking the hand that once gripped your jaw pushed your chest back down to the bed. her hand held just below where you still gripped her tank top. “i think you can handle it.” her voice carried a song to it’s tone.

you shook you head while crying out dramatically, “its cold!” your legs still tried working against her, but she didn’t budge an inch. her height made her seem unassuming, but she was 5 foot something of solid muscle.

what remained of the ice cube quickly disappeared with the heat from your folds, but yelena kept her hand there. only giving you a break from the cubes, her nearly ice cold fingers still sliding mindlessly through the added water in your arousal. she selfishly took this time to warm her own fingers back up. you called her name softly as she tucked her thumb around your clit, rolling the bundle around slowly.

“yes, lyubimaya?” she drawled, not really paying attention to you. she said something else in russian you couldn’t understand before her cold pointer finger was slipping inside of your heat. you gasped, walls fluttering around her digit. she pumped it slowly before adding her middle finger alongside it. she curled her fingers before slipping them out to toy with your clit. her finger pads moved in steady circles and figure-eights your breathing sped up and your grip on her tank top tightened.

fearing destruction of the garment, your right arm had reached to grip the nearest item of bedding, which happened to be the white top sheet yelena had pushed over. it didn’t take long for her to make you cum.

and while you were catching you breath, yelena brazenly pinched your clit between her knuckles. just because she can. your hips jerked, unsure if you wanted to run to or from the feeling. “see,” she said simply. “not so bad?” you wanted to protest. to bicker that yes, she was being mean. but her fingers were toying with your clit once more, and any protests died out into moans.

the ice cubes left in the bowl where nearly half melted now, their crystallized edges now smooth and rounded like well-worn sea glass.

you watched her grab the next one. the look in yelena’s eyes alone should have had you nervous, but your brain had yet to fully catch up.

without hesitation she slid the ice cube through your folds as your body tried to clench up. but her fingers still pushed through, the ice cube breaching your hole, her two fingers holding it inside you.

you had long since given up attempting to keep quiet. you squealed doing your very best to try and run from her. yelena chased your hips with her hand, lifting the pressure off your thighs ever so slightly. even when the ice melted and the water soaked her hand, she kept it in place, just pumping slowly.

yelena began to rub lazy circles on your clit with her thumb. you moaned loudly, eyes fluttering as your tired body practically hummed with the warm feeling after all of the cold. after she felt you were worked up enough, distracted enough, she effortlessly used a combat move to flip you onto your stomach. landing with and oof, you turned your face to the side to look back at her.

“watch it.” you grumbled as yelena pulled your hips up and back towards her.

“you’re fine.” was all she had to say. before she slotted her knee between your knees. your breath trembled as your clit slid down her thigh.

the feeling from the ice cubes had long left and now your body was warming by the second. “lena.” you gasped out as she pushed her fingers back through your entrance, using her free hand to help fuck you back into her hand. she used that thigh between your legs to help rock you forwards after the pull back, stimulating your clit.

you were now hot. too hot. you honestly might pass out. now you were no longer paying attention to anything anymore. only gasping out into the crumpled sheets below you.

you were so close. yelena knew it. she could feel it. you’re hips were squirming against her hold now, yet she tried her best to control your rhythm. when she felt it, felt your body seize. she kneed your thighs apart, as far as your hips would go. the hand that had been thrusting now rubbed your clit in short circles prolonging your orgasm. still cumming, you were so in your own head that you never noticed her pause to each her hand into that metal bowl.

yelena used her dry hand to push your hips down and open before she shoved the final ice cube inside. you attempted to close your legs, but she had you practically sitting in her lap face down. then when you tried to pull forward, she yanked you right back into place, keeping your hole plugged with her fingers until the cube melted down.

you’re certain that you had a momentary black out from shock and you almost couldn’t catch your breath. still yelena didn’t move. she was watching you and waiting for you to move first.

“i think i’m dead.” was the first thing you said, arms moving slowly to stretch forward above your head.

“i can confirm that you are not.” she rolled you off onto your side, putting the bowl of cold ice water on the night table.

“i think i saw God.”

“and what did she look like?” yelena’s voice was farther away as she reached around bedding and fished out a water bottle, she knew she had stored somewhere.

“you.” you said with a giggle.

“you are so flirty.” she laughed landing a playful slap on your sensitive cunt. you jolted, but stayed put until she yanked you back to a sitting position. she handed you the uncapped water bottle which you drank greedily.

“do you think bob would want to get ice cream with us?” yelena blurted. you blinked.

“since when did we decide to get ice cream?” yelena shrugged.

“i don’t know somewhere in the middle.” she made an obtuse gesture with her hands.

you huffed, “i need like twenty minutes and a cold shower.”

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if you’re in hot temperatures wherever you are be sure check up on pals with no ac and remember to DRINK WATER!!!

this would have been up earlier today, but i was victimized by another nap. also this ended up being SO MUCH longer than i had intended. at some point i got way too high and kept on going and going,, also sorting out some sort of master list

♡ ,bones

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