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[breakrooms]

wip of these themsbians ( @unmichka ). which i am posting because I am totally going to come back to finish this. for sure.

[daemondaes]

"Ah! Sorry." Cherry sighs. Her hand mimics a gun pressed to her temple. She blows her imaginary brains out. "Think I mistranslated. Been down in Brazil a long time. English getting rusty. You know how it is. Maybe?" An eyebrow quirks as she mulls over her words. "Don't worry, you're not bad company."

Her gaze follows the direction Yelena indicates. She admires her own vehicle for a few moments, then shakes her head. "Car's not on her last legs, but...she's stubborn. Didn't want to make the trip with me. Not surprised. Beautiful creatures are notoriously high-maintenance." Her smile grows. "Well, maybe not all of them."

She chuckles at her own joke. When it echoes slightly, she laughs louder. The acoustics here are great. "Hey. Missed you." Her chin gestures to the motorcycle. "What're you in for?"

@unmichka, from here

[daemonsdaed]

whole new meaning to getting cracked / ft. @unmichka

[unmichka]

encountered june 1999 in connection with ███████ (FILE #99/06/TSC 78), 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗔 is a graduate of the 𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗪-𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗬 known as 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠 (FILE #00991287b).

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УМНИЧКА: priv + indie + sel portrayal of yelena belova, 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘛𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘋𝘖𝘞 from the from the 𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘝𝘌𝘓 𝘜𝘕𝘐𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘌. a blend of: earth-616 / mcu / headcanon, with particular inspiration taken from black widow: breakdown, the black widow (2020) comics, & thunderbolts*. crossover/au, oc, & multiship friendly. 21+, dark themes will be present. spun by z. any pronouns. 24. pst.

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weaving webs with: BOBRVYNOLDS ♡ ANTIPERSONAL BREAKROOMS HELLFIRESVAULT + his blogs KAIJUUKID

[wntrsghost]

@unmichka sent ❛ is it because i remind you of... her? ❜ from here !

┊   ┊   ˚★⋆｡˚  ⋆ the earth almost cracked beneath his feet: any sure footing he'd found seemed to rumble and split apart at the mention of her. she had always come back to his mind in pieces, echoes of моя звезда, flashes of crimson in packed bars, distant laughter too far to source--- but she was here too. in yelena's smile and the light that often flickered within their eyes. ❝  no.  ❞ the response was instinctive and a little too quick. the soldier winced slightly over the pair of glasses he was currently overfilling with russia's finest.  ❝  it isn't like that.  ❞  he lifted a cup from the table and held it out to the other. james stared at her for a moment too long and swallowed back the ache of familiarity, letting it burn down to his chest like an oil spill. 

[bobrvynolds]

🌿🍒 hehe

He totally didn't put one up on the ceiling of his room on purpose.

He certainly didn't put it up just because he knew Yelena was coming over for their weekly movie night.

Of course not, Bob's lame-- but he's not that lame--

Okay, he did. But Bob had figured it'd be a cute gesture, and since it's their first Christmas eve together; he wanted to do something cheesy and entirely based on the holiday.

So mistletoe it was.

As Yelena steps inside his room, looking clueless (just as planned)-- the brunette stands a few steps in front of his door, right under the mistletoe, and points up towards the said plant. "Mistletoe."

He leans forward without warning and steals a quick peck on their lips, grinning when he pulls back. "Gotcha."

[oxentrate]

museum benefit starter for @unmichka

The vast buffet table seemed like a safe spot. People busy eating, idly picking at the bountiful selection of hors d'oeuvres meticulously placed on the linen cloth. Clearly, no expense has been spared for such an event-- the museum benefit. In truth, he didn't read what the cause was for. All Dr. Carpenter saw in fancy black pen was 'Museum' and 'esteemed guest'.

He's not sure how many departments got offered tickets. One hour in and not one familiar face has come his way. Does fancy dress surrounded by dinosaur bones not tickle his colleagues fancy? He swallows, adjusting his tie as he inspects the food. Salmon. Gross. Some type of pureed vegetable bite? Also gross. A... okay, he doesn't even know what that is. Elijah makes a mental note to bow down to Eugene next time he sees him.

At the exact moment the mental note is made, there's a delicate tap on his shoulder. Light. Effeminate. Perfect. Maybe his boss has come in support of the MHD, or better yet, maybe one of the ladies on the team has come to--

It's neither. A meek, feeble man stands behind him. Smiling. Elijah blanks after the words "fan of your work" spills out of sweat lined upper lip. He nods. Panics, but nods. Surely this can't go as bad as he expects.

It's worse than he expects. Thousands of questions regarding a research project he conducted another lifetime ago. He's glazed over, absentmindedly inspecting the crowd when--

Blonde.

Intimidating.

Actually quite breathtaking.

Yelena.

Elijah hopes that if he thinks hard enough, and stares with wide-enough eyes, that she'll glance his way. Give her a chance to play the hero. Just fucking look, Yelena.

[breakrooms]

@unmichka sent: [12.]  sender and receiver have desperate sex in an expensive(?) hotel room. / for eddie

They aren’t quite sure if the prayer is intentional. The quiet mumble from plump lips sends Eddie plummeting from the pearly gates right into a… hotel room. They’re flustered. Embarrassed from the rapid pace of their wanting descent. But Yelena called, deliberate or not, and Eddie hastily answered. Golden speckles of light dissipate, leaving only their human form staring in hesitant awe. There, on the plush bed of a luxury hotel suite, is Yelena. Alone. And she’s staring; gazing, even. Right at Eddie. From under the sheets.

Eddie moves like water, swimming through the empty space 

Bathed in the soft glow of the table lamp, Yelena looks ethereal. Her bright eyes twinkle despite their hooded state, illuminated in a holy light despite Eddie’s growing shadow. They nuzzle into her–their brow dragging from Yelena’s temple to her lips. In between each breath is a kiss, wet and wanting, planting onto the softness of her skin. Eddie relishes the way Yelena cranes her neck. Equal parts elegant and eager as her fingers lace through their hair. They know what she wants. They heard it when her first broken whisper broke through the clouds between them.

Eddie’s hands make swift work, peeling away the covers to reveal nothing but more skin. They lave at it, more open mouth kisses engulf the underside of Yelena’s chest–their nose burying into the generous swell. They want to grope. They want to grab and squeeze and suck on her nipples until she’s shaking from that alone, but Eddie senses a deeper craving resides lower. Their descent continues. Nips and sucks from sternum to navel earn the melodic sighs from up above. As their hands meet Yelena’s legs, the hitch of breath tells them they’re in the right place.

They ease her thighs open, revealing the glossy wetness of her rosy inner folds. Eddie can’t stop themselves, dragging their nose from the soft skin of her perineum directly up to the swollen nub of her clit, finally embedding themselves in the downy curls above it. Her scent is addictive, musky and sweet. Eddie is already salivating when Yelena tugs at their hair. One tiny nudge of urgency is enough for them to feast. Their tongue flattens, following the same path just taken with their tongue. Bottom to top. Again and again in long, slow drags. Each time they neglect her hole. Minute flutters pulse in desperation, constantly spouting more arousal for Eddie to lap. 

“It’s good.” They rasp, face dripping. “Taste so good.”

When Yelena’s thighs squeeze at their ears, Eddie relents. No more can they relish in the taste. Her need takes haste. Their hands slide. One comes up to cup the supple curve of her hip, the other easing back at the perfect angle for their fingers to graze her cunt. Eddie’s lips return, this time fully enveloping the tight bundle of nerves. Their tongue flicks in time with their gentle suction, forcing a tidal wave of stimulation that sends Yelena's back arching.

That's when Eddie pushes in. Two fingers directly in to the clamping heat. Her walls are like a vice, trapping them and hauling them deeper. Eddie curls them. A gentle flex at first; letting her acclimate, but another eager pull of their hair has them groaning against her. The next curl is deeper. Harder against the spongy flesh they know will leave her shaking. And it does. Yelena's thighs shake against their shoulders, clutching their body closer until Eddie is eating and breathing nothing but her convulsing cunt.

They're desperate for it. The 'pop'. Where all she does is gasp and writhe underneath them, whining their name. That in itself is their favourite prayer. So, Eddie doubles their efforts. Fingers and tongue work in unison, lapping and grinding in rhythmic tandem until the dam breaks. It starts first deep inside. The pulsing turns into a contraction--tight enough for Eddie's fingers to cramp. Then, from where they're joined, a wetness gushes, smearing their chin and the sheets below.

Eddie doesn't relinquish her cunt immediately. They keep their mouth on her, lapping up her release as their feral gaze watches the aftermath. Their fingers winding her down with slow pushes. Only when Yelena collapses back to the earthly plane does Eddie pull away. They don't wipe their chin. They simply sit back on their haunches, panting through the proud grin on their face.