Currently working on a rlly big drawing for the finale (ab 18 characters) but here's a small edit I made of Yelena bc she's my babygirl nd she's fine asf
Plss can you do yelena x reader in the pool??? this will be interesting 😯
she’d try to drown you, simple as that! she’s taller, so expect a big ass hand to grab you by your neck and push you underwater when you’re not paying attention. all fun in games until she sees you’re actually drowning, she will cry like a baby. teasing! she loves teasing too, pulling your swimsuit down or even groping you in front of everyone, you’re hers, so why not let everyone know?
Hi hi! I got an idea for yelena x female reader with she/her pronouns. So basically (spoilers for s4 ahead) instead of sasha getting shot it would be the reader? she would survive but you know worried, protective and soft yelena:)) Of course, feel free to ignore it if you don't like it!! Have a nice day!
⏤ i am so sorry that this took so long! i haven't thought about yelena in a long while, so stalled this request, but now that i had a free weekend since my dissertation is finally finished and submitted, i produced something for you! enjoy!!
Yelena twitches. With the war ongoing beneath their feet, that noise could have been anything.
A gun in the distance, debris hitting the underbelly of the boat, a soldier next door who’s celebrating victory with two left feet. This war had felt eternal. Her eyes flick towards the door that leads out of the room she’s standing in, and she watches it as it remains tightly closed. Nothing comes, nothing goes- nobody moves at the sound of two gunshots. It’s like everybody is immune to the sound of warfare, and she can’t blame them.
Yelena frowns and turns back towards the scene around her. Zeke sits on his knees, steam emerging around his body like a hot meal straight from the oven. Yelena feels her stomach churning- god, she’s hungry. There’s a slight shift in the room as Levi glares down at Eren, displeasure and pain on his face. Wordless, she watches the display before her like the theatre, uncommitted to a side, just happy that the fighting is over for a while. Two soldiers dressed in black stand behind Levi, equal looks of upset on their faces.
Yelena knew that these people loved Eren like family, and she looked back at him, sizing him up, before thinking of you. You’d loved Eren, too. When she first met you, she remembered you looking like you’d put your life on the line for him. She twitches again, looking back at the door. The last time she’d seen you, you were preparing to follow the soldiers to hideouts, submerged in the darkness. Since then, you could be anywhere and she wouldn’t know it- not unless the ship landed back on the island, not unless she left the room to go searching for you.
Her mind wanders as the soldiers continue their display. More are in the room now, the steam is lifting in the air as Zeke’s wounds heal. Yelena stands close to him, her eyes trained on the door. Behind it, the soldiers roar, thumping and yelling muffled through the walls. Her body feels clammy suddenly, and her eyes flick over to Levi as he turns his head in the direction of the noise. Nobody seems on edge. She chews her lip- she needs to calm down. You’re fine. You are.
“They’re still making noise?” Levi says, his eyes narrowed. He tsks, shaking his head. “Idiots.”
“They’re celebrating victory,” someone says. Yelena’s not looking at who, she’s still looking at the door.
“Some victory,” Levi replies.
Yelena stares for so long at the door that her eyes burn, the noise rising and falling in volume every so often. It doesn’t sound like celebration, not an ordinary celebratory chant, at least. If only she could get a glimpse of the room. She tries to picture what you might be doing in there, and if you’re part of the cheering. She pictures you with your arms wrapped around another soldier, a smile on your face, with little to no injuries. Maybe you’re drinking, maybe you’re laughing, maybe you’re wondering if she’s alright, too–
Jean appears in the window of the door, his face gravely still. He pushes open the door, and Yelena’s eyes fall to two children standing before him. Her heart leaps- everybody knows these children, or at least the people in this room who have changed their allegiance within the last year. Of course, Yelena knows Gabi and Falco, but that doesn’t explain how they got here. Something feels off, and she blinks at them and steals a look at Zeke. He looks equally confused and surprised- alright, so something is definitely off.
“How the hell did they get here?” Levi asks, his tone tense. Judging from the way Zeke looks so shocked, Yelena can tell that a feeling of unease has filled the air. Everybody can feel it.
Yelena focuses her attention on Jean, trying to read the anguish in his face before he speaks. It’s too hard to make any assumptions- there are too many emotions on his face, a permanent tiredness in his eyes. She almost feels bad for him. Almost.
“They killed Lobov-” Yelena doesn’t recognise this name too well, but she’s sure she heard it somewhere. At least it’s not your name, and she relaxes slightly- “and used his gear to get here.” Jean takes a slight pause, as if trying to find the right words. He blinks, gulps, and looks at Levi flatly. “Then this girl took his gun, and she shot Y/N.”
Well, fuck.
Yelena takes one step forward, pausing when Jean looks up at her. He looks guilty, but it’s not as if he’s the one who shot her. Yelena knows that, but the feeling of grief and rage fills her anyway. Her eyes flicker between Jean and Gabi, like she can’t decide who to be more angry at for letting it happen. Expectantly, she looks back at Jean, anticipating his next words.
“It doesn’t seem like she’ll make it…”
She’s heard enough. Yelena abandons her post, moving forward to skirt past Levi and past Jean. Someone calls out her name from behind her, but by the time they can call out to her again, she’s out of the room and headed towards the circle of soldiers on the floor. Her head is spinning, ears ringing. How could this happen?
Yelena notices the red blood on the floor, smeared as the soldiers dragged you to the side. She sees you before you see her, as your eyes are relaxed and closed, a twitch of pain on your face as somebody presses a hand to the hole, keeping the blood from gushing out. A girl with brown hair sits next to you, tears on her face, and blood on her hands. She holds your free hand tightly, moving the hair from your face as sweat lines your hairline. Yelena has only ever seen you at your best, and what she thought could have been your worst back on Paradis. Nothing could have prepared her for ever seeing you this way, bleeding out, gasping at every touch.
She pushes forward, ignoring the looks of disgust as male soldiers pave the way for her to move towards you. It was hard to ignore your relationship with Yelena, even when they didn’t understand why you liked her in the first place. Yelena was hard to read, sneaky, vague with all of her answers. She made people feel uncomfortable, and spoke as if she didn’t even believe her own words. You were kind, and honest, and compassionate- all the things that people like Yelena took for advantage. But you were respected, well-liked- loyal. These soldiers would lay down their lives for you, and you to them, and Yelena was now a thing that came with you, like a pet that nobody liked but they tolerated enough because they were around you so much. Yelena makes it to you in five steps and looms over the three soldiers gathered around you.
The girl with brown hair looks up between her tears. Her eyes widen, she sniffs, and she rises. Yelena looks at her once.
“It’s my fault,” the girl says. Yelena looks away, looking down at you. “She-she pushed me out of the way. It should have been me.”
“Sasha!” another soldier says. Yelena blinks, remembering their faces. Veterans of the wars, Sasha and Connie, two of your good friends. “Don’t say that. It shouldn’t have been anybody, now pull yourself together and help me!”
Yelena takes Sasha’s place, her eyes focused on you as you breathe heavily. Connie fiddles with bandages as another boy brings forward a med-kit, one that a soldier -Floch- takes quickly and sets between his and Connie’s knees. Yelena assesses the situation, looking back at you. Your eyes flutter as Connie removes his hand, looking at your wound. The blood rises back out, like jam in a doughnut, and he cringes.
“My girl,” Yelena mutters, pushing the hair from your face. Hearing her voice, you force your eyes open. They’re bloodshot and your skin is clammy and pale, but you still try to smile when you take in the sight of her. “Oh, my poor girl–”
“Yelena,” you say. Your voice is hoarse and scratchy, and you wince as you speak.
“Don’t,” Yelena says. “Don’t move, either. Seems your friend here will patch you up, and when we get back, we’ll find you a doctor, mkay?”
You don’t move, as she instructed. You blink at her, huffing through your nose and using your finger, you tap her leg. Yelena notices your hand by your side and takes it gently, squeezing with little pressure when you close your eyes again. Connie moves your waist, trying to wrap a bandage around your middle to keep the pressure on the wound, to prevent an infection. Yelena watches his face twist and turn, and then she looks back at you, taking it all in.
If it wasn’t for the audience, Yelena knows she’d be in worse condition. Her throat tightens as she takes note of every crease of pain on your face, every whimper as Connie moves you, every time you try to look past her to find Sasha, still crying over Yelena’s shoulder.
Yelena looks at Connie. “Can you do it?”
Connie goes white. “I’ve never done this before.”
“What, put on a bandage?”
“Never had to bandage my shot and close to dying friend,” Connie says with a level voice, but Yelena can spot the tenseness beneath, the slight shake in his words. “There’s- there’s so much blood, so–”
“But, can you do it?”
Connie stares at her, and Yelena looks back. Connie gapes at the sight– Yelena’s face is downturned, every expression solemn. “Can you save her?”
Floch nods on Connie’s behalf, opening the med-skit and finding a pair of scissors for Connie to cut the bandage. “She’s gonna make it, Yelena.”
For a while, Yelena watches every move that they make, every time they wrap a bandage and cut it. Connie’s right, there’s a lot of blood, soaking through your clothes and on the floor. Yelena looks over her shoulder at Sasha, telling her to stop crying. She just had to trust in these soldiers- your friends- to keep you safe, which was more than she could do.
Stroking your face, Yelena ignores the world as it moves around her, taking note of the seconds between your breaths, of the pain on your face, of the way your fingers tighten and release around her hand. Yelena knew what loss was, and how it felt, but just the thought of losing you was unbearable.
The ship wasn’t due to land in Paradis for another hour or so–would you even make it until then? Yelena tried not to think the worst as she watched you writhing in pain.
“I could give her a sedative?” Connie suggests, looking at Floch for answers.
“Do we have that?”
There’s a pause. “Captain Levi might know where sedatives are. Maybe there’s some in the cockpit with Hange–”
“Sedative?” Yelena interrupts, and both of them look to her with surprise. “Is that safe? You said you’ve never done this before, how do you know it will be good for her?”
“It’ll help with her pain,” Floch explains slowly.
“Or it could make it worse,” Yelena says. She thinks about titan serums, stuffed into syringes, looking like ordinary fluids. It wouldn’t be possible, but she didn’t think that you getting shot would ever be possible, either.
Floch looks at Yelena with confusion. “Yelena, it will help take the pain away. It could help save her life, why wouldn’t you want that for her?”
“Do it.” Your voice is low, almost silent, but they hear it anyway. Yelena snaps her neck towards you. You’re looking at her, gently squeezing her hand. “It’s…it’s okay. I hurt.”
Yelena opens her mouth, trying to form the words. Floch has already risen to head towards the front of the ship, and Connie still has one hand over your wound, scared to lift it. Sasha is calmer now, and sat next to Yelena’s right leg. Yelena cups one side of your face with her other hand, gently rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be okay,” she assures you. “We’re almost home, and then we can get you to a real doctor, okay? Don’t speak if it hurts.”
You try to laugh, and Connie’s hands press tighter on your stomach when a circle of blood soaks through the bandages. “Ouch.”
Yelena frowns, looking at you seriously. “I mean it, Y/N. Stop. Be careful.”
“I’ll be okay,” you say. Yelena’s not sure if you’re trying to assure her or to assure yourself. “Dr Connie’s got me covered.”
Connie bites his lip, trying not to cry as he smiles. “Hope I never have to do this again. Yelena’s right, Y/N, don’t overdo it, your wound is still open. Breathe. Yelena- can you hold her wound? I’m going to find a towel to wipe the blood up.”
Yelena nods once and takes over. Her hand is bigger, covering the entire wounded area and she doesn’t watch as Connie and Sasha scurry up towards where Floch disappeared to. Yelena expects your life, still hanging on, will be of excitement to other soldiers, so she soaks up the time she has with you alone like a final meal for prisoners, not wasting a single moment. Yelena looks at you softly, smiling when you catch her gaze after a long blink.
“Y/N, I was so scared that you weren’t going to make it,” she says quietly. You look up at her, drumming two fingers against her palm twice. “How could this happen? I should have been here. We should have been more careful about who was coming on board, how could we be so stupid-?”
“It’s not your fault,” you assure her. Yelena’s breath hitches in her throat. “It’s nobody's fault but mine. I-” you wince, and Yelena’s brows raise in concern- “I pushed Sasha. It was gonna be her. I made it me. And I’m okay.”
“You could have died.”
“Many people died today,” you say. “It would have been an honour dying for my friends. But…I’m fine. And you’re fine, and you’re here.”
Yelena shakes her head. She felt that way once about Zeke. Once, she had this protective desire towards him, and would have taken a bullet for him. If she thinks honestly, it would be with reluctance that she’d take a bullet for Zeke now, now that she has someone to live for. Yelena sighs, knowing she can’t change your mind about it, and she presses a kiss to your knuckles. Her stomach hurts, her hunger gone and replaced with fear.
She sighs again, loudly, and settles down more comfortably on the floor. “I’m glad you’re safe. Really. It’s a long ride home, anyway. I’ll lecture you about it all when you’re better.”
You smile, air puffing from your nose as you stare at her, your cheek on your shoulder. “It’s the reason I’m staying alive.”
A soft whimper escaped your mouth as you felt Yelena bite your collarbone. "Who told you could stop?" Her deep voice filled your ears, making you feel hotter than before.
She dragged her tongue up your neck, bitting your chin, then softly letting go. She slapped your ass and turned her head to the piles of paper on her desk, grabbing a couple. "Keep riding it, you whore." She demanded.
You didn't answer, instead, you wrapped your arms around her neck. Yelena glanced at you then at her work. She had recently graduated from law school, and finding a job wasn't as easy as she thought. She'd spend hours in her office, filling out documents and such other things. As much as she hated it, she would barely give you attention like she used to.
You having such a high sex drive and not liking to do things by yourself, it was like hell. You have had enough, your wife had never gotten mad at you interrupting her, in fact, it made her happy knowing you would reach for help with her first.
You kissed her neck, making Yelena mewl. You peppered kisses all over it, eventually finding her sweet spot. You bit down on it, hard, causing Yelena to shiver. A rough moan escaped your lips as you slowly dragged your tongue against her sensitive spot, as one of your hands caressed the other side of her neck.
The handsome blonde blushed, the feeling of your wet pussy grinding against her thigh was driving her insane. She loved it when you used her as a toy, yet she hated admitting it. The soldier moved her head to a side so you could do your job. You started leaving small marks here and there, earning whimpers from the taller female.
Yelena slowly slipped her hand up your thigh, "Stop.'' She demanded. Your breath hitched, you didn't want to stop but ignoring Lena's words would get you in trouble. Nodding, you stopped grinding against her. "Good girl~" she whispered, "always doing what mommy tells you to do." A gasp escaped your lips, feeling her long fingers brush against your wet clit. "You're soaking wet, Y/n! Look!"
You unwrapped your hands from Yelena's neck, looking down, your face turning various shades red. You were indeed soaking wet, so much that various strings of your wetness were connected from your lips to her thigh. You looked at Yelena, a smug smirk was decorating her face. "Did mommy do this?" She ran her pointer up your folds, stopping at the small, cold metal on your clit.
“Yeah….mommy did this” you shyly replied. Yelena chuckled, "That's what I thought," she slightly tugged on the piercing, her other hand slipping under your top. She grabbed your tender breast, her thumb and pointer pinching your puffy nipple. She rolled the pierced bud between her fingers, adding pressure here and there which made you tear up.
Yelena took a notice and tugged at your nipple. You hissed in pain, earning a smile from the handsome blonde. She squeezed your boob, not caring if it hurt. "Fucking slut," she murmured, her hand traveling to your other breast to give it the same harsh treatment.
"Spit in my mouth."
Yelena looked down at you, even though you were sitting on her lap, she was still much taller than you. "Excuse...me?' She raised her eyebrows, her eyes turning darker.
"Do it." You demanded, looking down to avoid her gaze. Yelena chuckled, placing a finger under your chin, tilting your face up, forcing you to look up at her.
"What did you say?'
"I said, spit in my mouth." You said, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. She smirked, snorting back a good amount of saliva before spitting in your mouth, some drops of the gooey bodily fluids ended up on your face.
You licked your lips and swallowed your girlfriend's spit. "Thank you." Yelena smile, "My pleasure." She said, harshly squeezing your tit.
A loud moan left your lips when you unexpectedly felt Yelena's long fingers thrust inside of you. She didn't give you any time to adjust. She rammed her fingers in and out of you in a rapid manner, deeper which each thrust.
You unbuttoned your shirt, taking it off and throwing it somewhere in the room. "Finally," the soldier whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe. She slipped her fingers out of you, causing you to whimper, clamping your walls at the feeling of nothing. She stood up in a slow manner, her hands slipping under your ass so she could carry you, you wrapping your legs around her waist
With one hand she cleared her desk, throwing most papers on the floor. She placed you on it, pushing you so you could lay down, slapping your thigh so you would let go. You propped on your elbows, smirking at Yelena, who was taking off her shirt. Since she only wore panties when doing paperwork, it didn't take her that long to get undressed.
You bit the inside of your cheek as you admired her body. It was perfect. Her muscular figure made your core throb, her small but perky boobs made your mouth water. She had a visible six-pack, her arms and shoulders were what you would call beefy, probably from the HIIT workouts she would do every morning. And her thighs, who could easily break a skull.
You hummed in satisfaction, "You are perfect, Lena, I swear on god." Yelena let out a breathy chuckle, running her hands up your hips, reaching your chest. She bent down and kissed your neck, then your collarbone, until she reached your chest. She took your hardened nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, nibbling and sucking.
God she could do this for hours.
You squirmed, tapping Yelena's arm. She stopped, looking up at you, "Is something wrong?'' You shook her head, "No, but please..."
"Please what?" her hand ran up your thigh, stopping at your entrance. "Fuck me.." You whispered.
Licking her lips, she positioned two fingers at your entrance, hovering just over your hot sex but not close enough to be felt.
A whimper escaped your lips as her middle finger slithers inside of you. The tingling sensation making you squirm as she inserts her finger to play inside you. Yelena's fingers started tracing tiny circles over your g-spot, making you whimper.
“You squirm and whimper a lot, Y/n.” she mentioned, and she was right. God, how embarrassing.
Every now and then, she would quickly thrust them in and out, or a slow grind from side to side. You threw your head back and let the moan escape your throat as your eyelids fluttered.
Your pussy clenched and you felt your senses heightened. Even the tiniest movement of Yelena's finger on your pussy wall could drive you into ecstasy.
Listening to the sounds of her hand slapping on your pussy was embarrassing as much as it is arousing. It was also the only source of sound that was echoing throughout your room as you tried your best to hold your moans in.
She slowly added another finger into action and began to roughly finger-fuck you once she felt your pussy was adjusting well. Your walls clamped down tightly onto her when she motioned her fingers on your spot once again, making you arch your back irresistibly at the pleasure.
"Fuck, Yelena" you moaned once again, biting your lip. You slowly felt a knot form in your gut, wanting it to snap. You were desperate for an orgasm.
"Are you close?" The handsome blonde asked, voice extremely sexy as you nodded vigorously, hands clawing at the wooden surface of her desk and probably even her ink-filled papers.
You rocked your hips along with her movement, feeling the throbbing on your pussy increased significantly as her fingers curled up on your spot. "I'm gonna cum!" You yelped through clenched teeth and brought your hands up to grab a fistful of Yelena's blonde locks while she leaned forward to push her fingers deeper into your pussy as you come.
With blurry vision, you leaned back onto the desk, thighs spread and dangling over the desk, and heaved for air while.
You gasped, sitting up. "I suppose it's my turn." You chuckled, small pants escaping your mouth. Yelena shook her head, grabbing her panties and slipping them up her long legs. "I have work to do, so no."
delinquent! Yelena taking the cute little church girl's virginity. she thinks you look adorable, your face red with embarrassment and wet with tears; and your lips swollen and puffy from biting them. what's worse os that she decided that it'd be a great idea to do it with you in the confessional. no one was currently in there, and everyone else was busy with other activities and chores.
your body feels so weak against her as she pumps her long fingers in and out of you, grinding the heel of her palm against your clit. you feel humiliated, leaving you no choice but to grip the cross on your necklace and pray. all she did was laugh and snatch your hands away from your neck, pinning them above your neck. she continued to overstimulate and rip orgasm after orgasm out of you, until you were crying and begging for her to slow down, or even stop. she obliged, but she didnt help you clean up or put your clothes back on. she left you there to wallow in your own guilt and sin.
the next day, you found her in the alleyways near the church. you approached her with caution, your guard up. she took a drag of her cigarette and blew out the smoke, putting it out afterward. she grinned and spoke down at you "ooh, little church girl back for more? who knew you were such a sinner." you pouted at her.
"give me your hand." she raised her eyebrow and questioned you. "why?" she was hesitant, but she knew you weren't capable of even landing a good punch to anyone. "just do it!" you demanded, and she gave you her hand.
you slid your purity ring off your finger and placed it in her hand. she gave you a confused look. "..what's this for?" she had to be kidding. you face flushed as you explained it to her.
"um.. it's a uh.. purity ring. it symbolizes, well, symbolized my.." your voice trailed off, she looked like she knew where this was going. she pushed herself off of the wall behind her and towered over you, stepping closer and closer until you were backed up into a corner.
"go on, continue, what does it symbolize?" you gulped as she bent down, her face inches away from yours. ".. my virginity." she smirked as she pocketed the ring. you so desperately wanted to run back home and hide beneath the blankets of your comfortable bed.
"that's real cute. you're telling me, the big bad Yelena took your virginity? that's adorable. i wonder what else i can rob you of. your innocence? your purity?" she got closer to you, your bodies were practically pressed against eachother at this point. "sweetheart, i can show you a world you couldnt even imagine in that pretty little head of yours. i can make you feel things youve never felt before." her lips brushed over your ear, you were frozen. and oddly enough, you wanted her to continue.
"so what do you say? hm?" she waited for your answer, when you stayed silent and gave your ass a quick slap. "hey, i asked you a question."
you nodded and agreed, she pulled back and smiled down at you. "great, it's a date then. i'll pick you up by the front of the church. i know you usually stay late there." she walked off, as she did you felt her hand grazed your pocket. you looked down and there was a paper inside. folding it open, it was her number. and as goofy as it seemed, you felt your heart skip a beat. maybe she wasn't so bad after all.
A/N: hey angels! i changed my theme, im feeling productive. for all my TLOU2 fans, i have some ellie stuff coming your way. anyway, thank you all for reading and i hope you enjoy!
HANGE
Hange wakes up really early even though they literally get an hour of sleep??
They always make you coffee and leave it on your side table while getting dressed
They turn on the big light to mess with you
They put on their pants in a rush for no reason and end up falling
They put on their dress shirt and just slip on a tie before jumping into your shared bed
Wakes you up with kisses ofc
You're in the shower as hange drinks their coffee on the counter, talking to you and drawing on the foggy mirror
Continues to ramble as you brush your teeth and get ready for the day
You sit on the counter and hange stands between your thighs as you brush their hair and do their skincare for them
Place their glasses on their face and give them a kiss before placing some chapstick on their lips
Bagels is the only thing hange will eat for breakfast smfh
You guys eat breakfast while talking about your plans for that day
You'll pack hanges lunch while they water all the plants
Hange stands at the door and gives you a million kisses
Will watch you drive off to work with the biggest grin ever
10/10 partner so pussywhipped
ANNIE
Annie wakes up at 4
They workout for an hour before waking you up to shower with her
Skincare routines together!! You guys have one of those long counters with the big mirrors and two sinks
She loves to put an obnoxious amount of toothpaste on her toothbrush to mess with you
Puts on some quiet music because she knows you're still waking up
Gets dressed and unties your shoes for you so they're ready for you <3
Doesn't believe in coffee so she'll have two protein shakes ready for breakfast
Meal preps so she has breakfast done and ready for you
Packs both of your lunches and feeds the cat while you eat breakfast
Breakfast makes her nauseous so she only eats a bar and eats her lunch later
Will do your hair like you're 5 or something
When you finally wake up enough to talk she tells you about her clients
She's a personal trainer <3
Checks your work bag and warms up your car for you
Lots of “i love you’s” before you two part ways
So cute omg
MIKASA
Wakes up at 4 for her morning runs!!
Not before cuddling you before tho
You join her sometimes
She also wakes you up to shower with her
She does your skincare and you do her makeup in return
She makes tea for herself and you coffee before you get ready
Will set her head on your shoulder and hug her arms around your waist while you brush your hair
She likes when you do your hair
Makes you button up her shirt <3
Has your outfit laid out and ready
Your breakfast is always light and literally so good
You'll pack her lunch and she gets her bags packed and ready to go
You feed the cats and mikasa stares in adoration
Makes sure you're all okay and kisses your face a million times before sending you off to work
Messages you when you get to work to make sure you're ok
Literally an angel pls stop dont ever hurt bb mika
SASHA
This girl sleeps like a log
She's just like connie ong
You wake up and make her snickerdoodle latte with foam because she LOVES IT
Sasha hates morning showers so she just showers at night
She thinks it “saves her time” even though it doesn't because she's late anyways
When she FINALLY wakes up she sits on the toilet and watches you get ready
Bed head on x games mode
Washes her face and makes you do her skincare
“Can I have a kiss?” “gross sasha, brush your teeth first.”
Considers breaking up with you
She makes breakfast while you lay her outfit out
“Do I have to get ready?” “yes bb” “:/”
Rushed getting dressed because she's hungry
She's a tattoo artist so she shows you all the drawings she had worked on the night prior
Feeds pets and grabs your bags and puts them in the car
“Babe connie smoked in my car :/” “welp”
You pack her many snacks and lunch for her and connie for the day
Thanks you, kisses you, and drives off to work
Sashas a bb PLS I LOVE HER
YELENA
She sleeps like she died or something
You have to shake her to wake her up tbh
You wake up with her hand inside your shirt and on your titty
“How'd that get there?” “WTF BABE!!! THAT WAS NOT ME!!!!”
Her bed hair is INSANE
She thinks coffee is pointless like MA'AM
Uses whatever skincare you use tbh
You brush her hair
Makes you button up her shirt while grabbing your ass the whole time
Eats breakfast like a dog
You pack the lunches while yelena makes important phone calls
dom yelena with strap x sub fem reader??? it can b as dirty as u want idc lol :))
OKAY THIS ISNT EXACTLY A FIC. MORE OF A DRABBLE. ALSO IK MY RQS ARE CLOSED IM JUST INDULGING MYSELF AND MY FELLOW YELENA LOVERS
BUT BUT BUT.
yelena holding you still by your hips, hers grinding against yours as she stirs the silicone dick around in circles inside you. she watches as your arch your back and claw at the sheets, whimpering. "yelena-!"
she cut you off with a harsh slap to your ass, her hips motionless. "wrong title. is one punishment not enough for you?" you shook your head, correcting yourself immediately.
"please keep going.." she waited for you to finish. "..sir" yet she didn't move a muscle. she slowly started pulling out, agonizingly slow. "no! don't pull out!" you pleaded, chasing her dick.
"say it louder than. 'keep going' who?" she teased. desperate as you were, you spoke louder. "please keep going, sir!" she thrusted in, harshly. slow and rough.
"louder." she thrust again.
"please, sir!" you moaned out as she went faster, grazing against your sweet spot.
"good girl. such a good slut for me.. breaking beneath me so quickly, as if you werent the same girl boasting to me about how 'dominant' and 'scary' you were." she leaned down, her hot breath fanning over your neck and ear. "oh, but look at you now. a useless, broken, slutty hole for my cock."
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