starving
ship: yelena belova x reader; other black widows x reader (briefly)
summary/request: life as an omega in the red room is pretty good, all things considered. they only get better when yelena starts taking a liking to you. for @scarlettwlw; inspired by widow au.
word count: 5.2k
warnings: smut (18+), silly omegaverse worldbuilding, alpha!yelena, omega!reader, heavy pet play - omegas are pets to the widows, themes of human trafficking in the same vein as black widow, black widow gangbang, knotted strap ons, breeding kink, medfet, yelena is implied demiromantic/sexual bc thats my preferred yelena hc ❤️
a/n: a gift for britt several months in the making! this is specifically catered for her and her alone and u all just happen to get to read it so be thankful. also special shoutout to @foggyxrayspecs's extension of widow au bc it also helped inspire this universe ❤️
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A sudden wave of light stirs you awake, blinking your eyes sleepily at the heavy door that just swung open. You poke your nose through the bars of your cage, straining to see which of the Black Widows was greeting you this morning. The echoing thud of leather boots rouses the others awake, and you hear the jangling of collars harmonizing with whines and yips.
“Now, now,” the Widow is still out of view, but you perk up at the voice. You press your face as hard as you can into the bars, cheeks squishing against them so you can see her better. “Calm down, omegas. It’s much too early to get this riled up.”
Yelena Belova. Second-in-command of the Black Widows, taking orders only from her sister, Natasha. After Dreykov’s demise and the liberation of the Widows from his control, they all had a decision to make: disband the Black Widows for good or rebuild it into something of their own.
Perhaps in another universe, one where the Widows haven’t created a pack of their own, they would have tried to lead normal lives. But this was the only family they’ve known for so many years, and they were determined to make the best of it.
That left them with the big question of what to do about the omegas. The Widows who were sent into the field to do dirty work were all highly-engineered alphas, some of the most aggressive any normal person would ever see. Naturally to keep them placated during rut time, groups of omegas were brought in and beaten down into pets in the same way the alphas were built up to be killers.
Natasha and Yelena knew that the omegas could never live on their own, and they feared what monsters would offer to take you all in as well. So, they made a vow to keep them safe.
It didn’t hurt that this option still allowed the Widows easy access to omegas in heat.
Yelena presses the button on the wall that opens all of the cages, and almost immediately, she’s swarmed by them. She laughs, giving everyone plenty of pats as she tries to wade through the dozens of bodies without stepping on anyone.
“Watch your fingers, little ones, don’t want to have to send anyone to the Lerato first thing in the morning.”
The omegas all pant and yip, nudging at Yelena in their eagerness to be let out for the day. You trail behind as she opens the door again, watching as all your packmates flood out to greet the handful of Widows standing outside the kennel door.
You’re granted a fair amount of freedom to roam the headquarters, so long as an alpha was in sight to keep you out of too much trouble. Though the alphas here never fully committed to a mate (with few exceptions) due to the nature of their training and tampering with their instincts from the scientists of the Red Room, the alphas and omegas had favorites and tended to stick with them.
All of the omegas tended to like Yelena, but none have caught her attention yet. It was only recently that she started taking more responsibilities with them, stepping back a little from the boring strategizing duties that her sister had been thrusting upon her over the past few years.
Now that they were at a point where the dust from Dreykov’s rule finally settled, Natasha was more comfortable letting Yelena ease away from that role to take on field work again - Melina even offered to help keep things in check in addition to being one of the doctors keeping the omegas regulated.
As per your morning routine, the alphas led all the omegas to the yard to do their business and get some fresh air. You decide to follow Yelena today, eager to make friends with her now that she’s around more.
“Oh, are you going to be my little shadow today?” Yelena asks you, squatting down to ruffle your hair. You give her a happy boof, sticking right on her heels as she leads you outside.
The Russian air chills even the most prepared person to the bone, so this is the only time you see any clothes on your fellow omegas. Yelena shoved you into a huge knit sweater and struggled to get you into sweatpants with how much you were wiggling.
“If she’s moving too much Belova, just make her go out without it,” one of the meaner Widows, Ingrid, says as she puts a hoodie on a very shy omega who sits so still that she might as well be frozen.
“No, I don’t want to punish her with frostbite just for wiggling. She’s just excited,” Yelena sighs as you finally stick your leg in the right place. “See? I can handle her.”
“Suit yourself,” Ingrid shrugs. “Take it from someone who’s actually been handling them, though. You can’t be so soft on them all the time. They get spoiled.”
“Nothing wrong with a little spoiling!” Yelena looks up at Ana, who’s cradling a blanket wrapped omega in her arms. “Don’t listen to her, Yelena.”
You whip your head back and forth as Ana and Ingrid argue, until Yelena tugs gently on your collar. “C’mon, let’s get out while we can.”
Outside, Yelena sits back and watches you as you tussle with the others, cringing as one of them bites your nice sweater and stretches the material. You growl at them, shoving them with your shoulder and rolling them onto their back.
“Guess you didn’t get the memo about not putting any clothes you care about on the omegas, hm?” Lerato sits down next to Yelena and the omega that was following her curls up around her legs to steal her warmth. Not many omegas tended to follow her around, despite being one of the kindest alphas, because she was also the one who usually performed your routine examinations.
“No one cared to tell me,” Yelena huffs dramatically. “That was a sweater I got in New York, too.”
“Guess you’ll have to get that new friend of yours to send you another,” she hums, scratching the omega behind their ears. “You’re good with them though. A natural.”
“Thanks,” Yelena smiles as her eyes meet yours. You trot over with something in your mouth, the arms of the sweater snagging under your hands as you crawl. “A gift for me?”
You drop the maimed stuffed animal in her lap. Yelena picks it up and tries to decipher what it used to be, but with all the stuffing scattered across the yard and with most of the fur in shreds, it looks more like roadkill than a fluffy companion.
“Did you eat this or did someone kill your toy?” Yelena asks you. You grab it from her with your teeth and start shaking it aggressively. Lerato’s omega watches you with fascination. “Ah, I see. You’re a big strong pup, aren’t you? A natural born killer.”
You bare your teeth at her, your sharpened canines peeking over the matted fur of the toy. Yelena playfully bares her teeth back, her own fangs looking much deadlier than yours. For the omegas, having your canines sharpened is purely for show; but you wonder how many throats Yelena has sunk her teeth into. Your body shivers at the thought of her teeth at your neck, and you find yourself dropping the toy at her feet and rolling onto your back in submission.
Both of the alphas laugh at how quickly your boldness faded away, while Lerato’s omega nudges you with their nose and flops on top of you, chewing on the loose ends of Yelena’s sweater.
“This is going to be boring, omega,” Yelena says, opening the door to the meeting room. You tilt your head at her. “You can come sit with me if you want, but if you would like to go play with the others, I will come find you afterwards.”
You contemplate for a moment, peeking into the room. Natasha and the other Widows are seated around a long conference table, looking at the big screen on the wall with lots of maps and numbers you don’t understand. “Decide, pup. I’m already late.”
Regrettably, you decide to stay.
Yelena was right. Meetings are boring.
You’re not allowed to crawl up into one of the empty chairs, Ingrid scolding you when you place your hands onto the edge and silently ask to be let up. Yelena pats your head and scoots her chair out a bit, allowing you to curl up between her boots while the alphas talk.
There aren’t any other omegas in the room today. While it’s not unusual for one or two to sit with an alpha to keep them company, today was set to run much longer so everyone let the omegas go back to their kennels for a nap.
After about a half hour, you start to get antsy. But you can hear Yelena talking, so you don’t want to disturb her by asking to be let out. You huff quietly, resting your head on Yelena’s boot. Her leg tenses when she feels your weight on her, stopping in the middle of her sentence.
“What?”
“Nothing, sorry,” Yelena clears her throat, leg relaxing once again.
Once she finishes speaking and Natasha takes over again, she reaches down to pet you. You spend the rest of the meeting chewing on the laces of her boots before dozing off at some point.
“Omega, wake up.” You whine, eyes blinking open to see Yelena ducking under the table to see you better. When you put your head back down, content to keep sleeping, she hooks her fingers under your collar, tugging gently to drag you out. You pull away, a sleepy growl deep in your chest as Yelena sighs. “Come on, it’s time for lunch.”
At the word “lunch” you ease up, allowing Yelena to yank you out from your hiding spot.
“That’s all it took, huh? I’ll remember that next time.”
The dining hall is filled with the sounds of panting omegas and Widow’s chatting. Natasha sits at the head of the table, with Yelena at her right hand, head resting on her palms as she listens to her sister ramble on about why they need to take a trip back to New York soon.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Come on, we can visit your hero friends around the States too! I’m sure Barton would be thrilled to see you!”
“And I’m sure he’d be far less enthused to see you,” Natasha rolls her eyes.
The omegas are scattered around the room, some waiting patiently by the kitchen doors and others nosing at the legs of the alphas hoping to get some extra scraps. You sit by the doors, trying your best to shove your way to the front of the line. They finally swing open, and the already loud chirping and yipping of the omegas cranks up a notch.
The Widow pushing the food cart, Sonya, laughs at how you all scramble around her, simultaneously trying to push your way to the food while also trying to avoid the wheels of the cart rolling over your fingers.
She pushes it towards one of the walls, where a few mats are set up to make it easier to clean later and starts setting the bowls down. In your best efforts to be the first to fill your stomach, you attempt to barrel through the others. Light growls fill the room, prompting Sonya to give a gentle warning nudge to a few omegas with her boot.
“Stop. There’s plenty for all of you.” You get nudged in the process - probably due to the fact that you just nipped at one of your packmates - and are pushed to a bowl off to the side of the others.
Huffing dramatically at her, you finally sit down and eat, eagerly devouring the warm rice and meat concoction that was prepared for all the omegas. The Widows always find it amusing how quickly you all eat, as though they’ve starved you for weeks rather than giving you three hearty meals a day.
As you finish your serving, someone bumps into you from behind trying to chase after Sonya for more, and you’re knocked face first into your dish. The little bit of leftover gravy and grains of rice sticks to your chin and cheeks, leaving you feeling stickier than you normally are after lunch.
Everyone else is too distracted finishing up their own food to notice your predicament, so you attempt to get someone to help you. You crawl over to the head of the table and sit by Yelena’s chair. She’s deeply invested in explaining something to Natasha, hands gesturing wildly. You hesitantly put a hand on the side of her thigh, patting gently to alert her to your presence.
“Hm?” Yelena looks down at you, confused by your sudden appearance. Then she takes note of the mess on your face and laughs. “Silly pup, you’ve made a mess! C’mere, up.”
Yelena pats her thighs, encouraging you to sit up with your hands braced against her. She takes her napkin from where it was tucked into her shirt and wipes your face clean. You shake your head a little, not liking the rough cloth against your skin, but Yelena grips your chin so that she can get the rest of it.
“There you go! All clean,” she beams, scratching a sensitive spot behind your ear that immediately makes you start purring, pressing your cheek against her palm.
“Since when did you get an omega?” Natasha snorts, amused with the way her sister stares down at you with such affection. She knows Yelena has never been one for traditional relationships, even beyond the ways in which they were programmed out of it under Dreykov, so seeing her so easily take care of you with such immediate fondness was a surprise.
“She’s not my omega, Natasha,” Yelena rolls her eyes. You pout nipping her fingertips and earning yourself a very unconvincing glare. “You know we don’t mate like that.”
“I’m very aware, thank you,” Natasha deadpans. “And you know what I meant. Practically all the girls have omegas that - in any other context - would be their mate. I just didn’t think you were interested.”
“Well, maybe I never had a chance to be interested with how busy you kept me. So you should really be blaming yourself for your poor little sister being so lonely all the time.” Even though this is typical bickering for the two, the hint of bitterness in Yelena’s voice upsets you, and you scramble up to her lap, deep purrs rumbling in attempt to soothe the alpha. Yelena smiles at you softly, cupping your face in her hands and turning you to face Natasha. “Besides, maybe I just made an exception. After all, how could anyone resist this face!”
The next morning, you aren’t greeted with Yelena’s face as the kennels swing open. You try to hide your disappointment as Helen urges all of you out of the door. Helen has taken on the role of a sort of personal trainer for the Widows, and her penchant for sparring makes her the favorite of some of the rowdier omegas, who start barking and trying to tackle her as she opens the door.
When you don’t come out of your cage, Helen ducks her head in to see you curled up in the corner: sweaty, pupils blown out, burying yourself as deep into your blankets as you can. The alpha shakes her head, clearing her head of the desire to drag you out and pin you down right there.
“Early heat again? We really have to get Melina to check you out.” She huffs, pulling you out and clipping a leash to your neck. You start rubbing your face against her legs, hoping that she’ll give some relief to the ache between your thighs. “Not yet, omega. You know the drill. The alphas that actually need you are going to take care of you.”
Despite the fact that all you want is to nest, you allow Helen to lead you away from the kennels, knowing that there will be some relief where she’s taking you. The slick between your legs feels cool as the air from the halls hits it. The two of you pass a few others as you walk, and you see the way that the alphas’ eyes are drawn to you like moths to a flame.
The room you’re led to is very familiar to you. Traditionally, it’s used as the Widows training room, with various equipment like targets and punching bags littered around. Grunts and growls fill the room as a few alphas work out, and the sounds make your body quiver. You pause in your tracks, ducking your head down and pushing your ass up, presenting for any alpha who would pay you attention.
“How pathetic, omega,” Helen laughs, letting your leash fall to the ground. She kneels down next to you, tilting your head up. “If I was in rut, you’d already be snug on my knot. But, like I said, few other gals need you more than I do right now.”
She ties your leash to a post near the center of the room, patting your head and leaving the room. You let out a whine from deep in your chest, and almost immediately the alphas that were working out stalk over to you.
“Aw, poor omega.”
“I could smell you the second you entered the room.”
“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? Need to be bred?”
Your body goes limp as the three Widows start manhandling you into position. Fingers are thrust into you without any warning, arousal dripping down the Widow’s palm. You moan, thrusting back against the pressure as another Widow tugs down her pants and her strap bobs free, slapping against your face. They don’t even have to tell you to open your mouth, tongue already lolling out from panting and moaning as you’re pinned down to a bench.
Everything happens so quickly that you can barely register who’s fucking which hole. Endless moans and growls fill the room, rivaled only by the wet sounds of your cunt being thrust into roughly. You’re given no reprieve - the second that one alpha empties her strap into you and pops the knot free, another one slips hers in its place, using the cum dripping into you as lube for even sloppier thrusts.
It doesn’t end with just three alphas taking their fill - a couple more wander into the training room as you’re being bred and take the places of the ones who finally decide to tap out and go shower.
You’re eventually pinned down, face pressed against the ground and ass pulled into the air as two alphas see if they can fit both of their knots in your holes at the same time. A puddle of your own drool and some alpha spit soaks your cheek, eyes glazed completely over as you feel the pressure of the knotted strap being pushed slowly into your cum-filled ass. Your body shakes with climax as the alphas laugh as your hole swallows the knot, cum seeping from the sides and dripping down to your equally stuffed cunt.
The fog in your brain and the pulsing of your walls distracts you from the sudden feeling of emptiness as the alphas slip out of you after a few minutes. Neither of the two left feel like helping you clean up. They exchange some words with each other that you can’t hear over the ringing in your ears, but you think that one of them says something over her comm.
Exhaustion takes over and your eyes close, even though you want nothing more than to crawl back to your kennel, you know your body would barely carry you an inch across the floor in this state.
That’s why you’re startled when you wake up in a pile of warm blankets. There’s no more stickiness between your thighs, like you’ve been gently wiped clean in your sleep. The temptation to nestle into the nest and fall back asleep is overwhelmed by the curiosity of your open cage door.
You wander out slowly and find Yelena sitting up against the wall across from your cage, playing with her phone. She sees you looking up sleepily at her and pats her lap, signaling for you to come lay down. You yawn and settle on her thighs, curling your body around her.
“Big day, huh omega? Helen told me that you were so tired that you weren’t going to be able to get back on your own, so I came and got you. I know you omegas like to nest, so I brought some extra blankets from my room, I hope you don’t mind.” Yelena strokes your hair, listening to the soft noises you make. “And if you want, you can come look and find others that you like.”
You open your eyes, giving her a puzzled look.
“I mean you can come sleep in my room, omega,” Yelena boops your nose. “Would be easier during your heat, yeah?”
Before Yelena can change her mind, you take the sleeve of her shirt between your teeth and start trying to drag her down the halls to her room.
Technically, Yelena was only supposed to let you sleep in her room for the duration of your heat so that she could help you through it without you having to be exhausted by the other Widows every day.
But no one was going to tell Natasha Romanoff’s little sister that she was breaking protocol.
Yelena worked you far more gently than the other Widows did - but she does tell you that her rut doesn’t come for another couple of weeks, so she’s not as “feral” as the others yet. You’re as excited to see that as you are for her to gently work you into endless orgasms through the week.
The last day of your heat brings you an unpleasant surprise. A visit to the doctor.
“Omega, stop tugging,” Yelena sighs. You’ve been spoiled for several days and now think that you can drag her away from the exam room with your leash that she clipped on you. “I promise, it will be quick. Plus, you get to meet mother. She will take good care of you.”
Once she coaxes you into the exam room with promises of treats and cuddles later, you immediately scurry into a corner, as far away from the other door as possible. Yelena rolls her eyes, picking you up even as you turn into dead weight in her arms, and puts you onto the table. You hate the feeling of the crinkly paper against your skin and start tearing it as you wiggle around.
“Stop that. You’re being naughty.”
You huff and pout until the door swings open, and you’re greeted by a doctor you’ve never seen.
“Yelena! So, this is the prized omega Natasha told me about,” the woman immediately pulled Yelena into a hug and steps back to admire you. “Hello, little one.”
You stare at her, blankly.
“No growling, that’s good.” The woman, Melina, you remember the other Widows calling her, taps a tablet screen. You lean over a bit to see what she’s looking at. Sometimes Yelena shows you funny things on her phone, but Melina’s screen is boring. Lots of numbers and words that you don’t understand. “She certainly is not showing any signs of adverse aggression. Has her heat been normal other than being early?”
“Yes, as far as I am aware.”
Melina taps a few more things on the screen, and you sigh. You’re bored with all this and want nothing more than to go back to the nest you’ve made in Yelena’s bed. You start looking around the room, tilting your head at the various posters with tips on alpha and omega health. While you’re distracted, Melina gestures to Yelena to prop you up on all fours.
You squeak as you’re moved and yelp when Melina’s cold, gloved hands make contact with your skin. Yelena holds you in place so that you can’t squirm away.
Melina goes through the routine that you’re pretty used to by now, but her hands are much more clinical than Lerato’s gentle touch. Still, she isn’t rough with you. Just thorough.
She has you open your mouth, pulling your lips up so that she can check your teeth.
“Nice strong canines. I bet she’s bruised you with these, Yelena.”
“Mom.”
“Just observing!” Melina laughs at her daughter’s embarrassment as she glides her hands down to your chest, checking for any abnormalities. It’s getting hard for you to focus as she prods and squeezes you, especially Yelena’s breath hitting your cheek as she praises you for staying still. You can’t help the whine that escapes when Melina pinches your nipples. “Reactive. Good.”
Yelena watches you carefully as Melina proceeds with inspecting you. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel her spread your folds apart, running her fingers gently over them. It’s nothing explicitly sensual, Melina is very professional and clinical as she circles your clit to see your reaction, but it’s enough to make you shudder and moan.
“Good girl,” Yelena hums against your forehead. “You are being a very brave pup.”
“Everything seems okay to me,” Melina says, pulling her fingers away from you and snapping her gloves off and into the trash. You lean your body against Yelena’s, silently begging to be done here so you can go back to bed. “Heat changes are not unusual, especially with so many horny alpha hormones around. I would not worry about it too much, but I can check in with you again next month to see if she gets back on track. Having a consistent alpha will help as well.”
Yelena nods, not listening very much past Melina saying that you’re okay. She says goodbye to Melina and leads you back to her room, not needing the leash for the walk back. She whistles while you walk, and you bump against her legs affectionately.
Once you’ve returned, you immediately tug on Yelena’s pants and guide her to the bed. She laughs, lifting you up and dropping you in the middle of all of the blankets and clothes that you’ve gathered for your nest there. You roll over, pushing your ass in the air and presenting for the alpha.
Your alpha.
“Eager omega,” Yelena laughs, fingers immediately finding your cunt. She doesn’t waste any time teasing you - it’s clear that you’ve gotten worked up enough from your inspection. You push back against her fingers, but she moves away. You whine. “Don’t worry, I am not going to leave you hanging. I just need to grab a toy.”
Slick drips down your thighs as Yelena returns, placing a hand on your lower back to steady you as she guides her strap into you. You moan as you’re filled. You feel the knot of the strap pressing up against your hole, still too big for you to take right now. Yelena fucks into you steadily, pulling you back against her cock in smooth rhythmic motions.
“You’re so pretty like this, omega. Desperate to be taken,” Yelena growls. She leans over and presses herself against your back, tugging your hair so that she can have access to mark up your neck. Her hips thrust harder into you, and you feel the beginnings of the knot edging into your cunt. You yelp as she gives a particularly hard thrust, one that would have you collapsing if she weren’t using her other arm to support you. “I want you to cum when I knot you. Can you do that, omega? Come on, cum for me. ”
Yelena pushes her knot into your weeping cunt, and your entire body shakes with the intensity of being filled. Her fingers meet your clit, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves until you do finally collapse as your orgasm washes over you. She gives you a moment to breathe, her body solidly on top of you still like a weighted blanket. She leaves kisses behind your ear, along your neck and back, as she whispers how good of an omega you are.
You’re rolled over after a few moments, still snug on Yelena’s knot. She pulls you closer to her so that she can properly spoon you, wrapping her arms around your waist.
“Later you have to have a bath, omega. You’re sweaty.” You grumble. “Don’t make that noise. My bathroom is much nicer than the ones all the omegas get bathed in. You will like it much better for sure. Plus, I need one too. We can share, okay?”
A purr rumbles through your chest in response.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Ugh! Where is it?” Yelena throws her clothes around the room, making a bigger mess than there already was. You watch shirts fly over your head as you sit on the bed in your nest, watching a video that Yelena pulled up on her tablet to keep you from crawling around underfoot. “We’re going to be late at this rate.”
There’s a knock at the door before it swings open, and you happily yip as Natasha enters.
“We’re going to be late, Yelena.” Natasha looks over at you and gives you a tiny wave.
“You think I don’t know that!” Yelena groans. “I’m looking for a very specific shirt. The one that Kate gave me last time we visited. You didn’t take it, did you?”
“Why would I take it?” Natasha rolls her eyes. “You’re the one always stealing my shit.”
Yelena gasps. “That is not true! Don’t listen to her, omega.”
Natasha chuckles and looks at you watching her sister. It’s sweet, the way that the two of you interact. She never thought that Yelena would decide to mate. She never pushed the conversation, but her sister always seemed to dance around it whenever Melina would bring it up. She notices you laying in your nest and smirks.
“Hey, Yelena.”
“I know we’re late!”
“No, not that. Did you check your nest?”
Yelena scrunches up her eyebrows and looks to the bed. You wiggle excitedly as her attention is back on you, but her mouth drops agape. “My shirt! You’ve been laying on it this whole time?”
You growl when Yelena tries to take the shirt from under you. She rolls her eyes and snatches it, shoving it into her very full suitcase.
“Alright, I’m packed now!” Yelena struggles to zip it, but manages after some shoving. “I cannot believe you got us the Avengers private jet, Natasha.”
“It’s not a private jet,” Natasha rolls her eyes.
You listen to the two banter while Yelena clips your leash on. You know that you’re going to visit Yelena’s friend, which excites you. But you haven’t been outside the Red Room Headquarters since you were first captured all those years ago. Yelena calms your nerves as she and Natasha guide you onto the imposing aircraft.
There’s a few other people on board, who all greet Natasha fondly. You nervously sit close to Yelena’s legs, giving people’s hands a polite sniff when they reach out to you.
You haven’t flown in years, so you’re a little shaky from the occasional turbulence. Yelena pulls you into her lap and offers you a treat which you eagerly take without second thought. After a few minutes, drowsiness takes over your body and you find yourself snuggling deeper into Yelena’s embrace.
“You can rest, omega. I’ll wake you when we land.”
My face when I can’t be in this universe
Seriously tho, this hit home so much, every kink was activated and I await the day I can join the omega pack and be manhandled by the widows
