#yelena x reader

[itzzkaylaaa]

“YOU DIDN’T WAIT” “I DID WAIT”

[aceofheartsssss]

@mo-mode you. 👏 are. 👏 a. 👏 GENIUS. 👏 NO WONDER WE WERE ALL GETTING THOSE OG WATTPAD/TUMBLR VIBES UGH I LOVE IT~

[romanoffshouse]

Bob: Why did the chicken cross the road?

John Walker: I don't know, why?

Bob: To get to the idiots house. Knock, knock?

John Walker: Who's there?

Bob: The chicken

John Walker: Listen you little shit.

Yelena: Whoa, Whoa, calm down.

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SLEEPY HCS WITH THE THUNDERBOLTS

INCLUDES -> yelena belova, bob reynolds, john walker, bucky barnes WARNINGS -> literally all fluff! no need to fear angst here (there is some minor swearing tho); walker calls the reader beautiful, and bucky calls them 'doll' NOTES -> y'all i feel crazy about thunderbolts. i haven't had a writing kick like this in YEARS. also, no one hate me for john in this one, he's my problematic wife, ok? also i want wyatt russell bad. anyways, my requests/asks are open! and as always comments and reblogs are much appreciated <3

YELENA BELOVA. — sleepy movie night? you got it. there's snacks, blankets, a random movie, and so many cuddles.

"are you sure you don't want to go to bed, love?" yelena mutters to you. the tv softly glows in front of you both, whatever period piece was playing long forgotten. you've been curled around her side since the movie began, but now your arm is draped over her and your head has fallen to her shoulder.

"no, i'm up," your voice is rough from sleep, but you pick your head up anyways and stretch. "see?" yelena rolls her eyes at your loopy, exhausted smile.

"whatever you say," she replies with a teasing smile.

"mhm..." you adjust your position under the blanket so you can be sitting upright next to her. but the blanket is just so soft and yelena is so warm, and before you know it, it's only a few minutes before you're curled against her once more.

yelena works hard to stifle her laugh when you fall asleep, but she lets you stay there. the movie plays on dully—the man in it has made some apparently irredeemable mistake that the woman he loves will no doubt forgive him for. yelena leans her head against yours, swearing that she'll get up once the movie is over so the two of you can sleep in a proper bed.

the next morning, when bucky is getting coffee he sees the two of you curled up on the couch and can't help but smile. it's nice seeing that yelena's found someone she trusts.

BOB REYNOLDS. — both of you are up late at night, entirely unable to sleep. you because you're working on tech for the thunderbolts new avengerz, and bob simply wandering the tower at night.

bob doesn't exactly sleep well these days, not after the mess with the void. it isn't unusual to find him roaming the tower at odd times, and this time it's your turn to run into him.

you're working in some old lab that you assume was tony stark's back in the day. your back aches, your fingers raw from tinkering with yelena's widow equipment, and you can hardly keep your eyes open. it's a miracle you haven't electrocuted yourself already.

"you're still up?" a voice softly speaks from the hallway.

your heart nearly stops right there and then. "holy shit!"

"sorry," bob steps into the dim lights of the lab, his hands up in a show of peace. "i didn't mean to scare you."

"no, no, it's fine! you're fine." you smile at him. "what are you still doing up, sweetheart?"

"i can't sleep," his response is sheepish.

you stand, stretching your arms above your head, and walk over to him. "let's see if we can do something about that." you pull him along by the hand, fingers entwined.

by the time you both get to bed, your eyes are heavy with sleep. you pull bob closer to you, letting his heartbeat lull you gently to sleep. the comfort of your body against his, a reliable weight to keep him still and grounded, has him dozing in no time.

JOHN WALKER. — he's the one up, unable to sleep. you're fast asleep and he just takes in everything about you. maybe it's the slight frown you have in your sleep, or the way your hair falls into your face just a little, but he's captivated.

john lays opposite of you on the bed, just tracing your features with his eyes. he takes everything in slowly: the flutter of your eyelashes, the curve of your cheek, the curl of your lips. you're so beautiful, and honestly, john has no idea how he got so lucky.

with his track record, it's a miracle you-

"why'd you stop?" you mumble, still half asleep, interrupting his train of thought entirely. his hands, which had been tracing patterns softly over your skin, have long been still.

"didn't wanna keep you up," he mumbles back, and you crack open an incredulous eye at him.

you grumble something under your breath that john can't quite catch before pulling yourself closer to him.

"it was nice," you say, sleep already calling your name. so john continues.

he traces abstract patterns from the nape of your neck to your shoulders to your back. he feels the way your muscles loosen beneath his touch and the way your breath evens out.

and you know what? fuck his track record. if he got lucky enough to be graced by you, he damn well won't mess it up.

BUCKY BARNES. — this time it's you who can't sleep, and it's a good thing bucky has a tendency to stay up obnoxiously late reading his novels despite his other old man tendencies.

a soft knock comes from the door, startling bucky from his book. it's too late for anyone to need him urgently for anything, so he's almost inclined to ignore it until your voice rings through the door.

"bucky? you still up?" you're tentative, almost wary, as you ask for him.

"yeah, doll, i'm up." he sits up, ready to open the door for you when you walk in wrapped in a blanket.

"can i stay with you?" you mutter, still standing a ways away from the bed.

without saying a word, he pats the spot next to him on his bed and leans back against the headboard, leaving enough space for you to curl up next to him.

"what're you reading?" your voice is muffled by his shirt and the blankets wrapped around you.

"the hobbit. mind if i keep reading?" you shake your head, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

"it was at this point that bilbo stopped. going on from there was the bravest thing he ever did. the tremendous things that happened afterwards were as nothing compared to it..." bucky's voice rumbles soft in his chest, gentle despite the intensity of the moments he read out to you.

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Competition

Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader Natasha thinks you'd be perfect for her sister Yelena, whist Clint thinks you'd be perfect for Kate [A/N] This is probably the last one I managed to queue - ever since I read that Kate novel I've been wanting to write more Kate fics so my bestie helped me come up with this cute idea 🥰 Hope you guys enjoy! 😘

“How did things go with you and Kate yesterday?” Clint asks, nudging your leg with his foot. You’re in the common room of the Avengers compound, you trying to read on one end of the couch whilst Clint lies lazily on the other side.

“Yeah, it was good. I’m meeting up with her again on Saturday.”

Natasha’s head snaps up from where she’d been scrolling through her iPad, “I thought you were meeting Yelena on Saturday.”

“Uh yeah, I am. I’m meeting both of them.”

Natasha and Clint meet eyes across the room and Natasha can’t help but scowl. Ever since you moved here there’d been a fierce competition between the two of them. Natasha had known from the moment she was introduced to you that you’d be perfect for her younger sister Yelena. Yelena had confessed to liking girls to Natasha a couple of years ago but had never really done anything since then. Natasha had Bucky whilst Yelena had never really dated before. Natasha just knew that you were everything Yelena needed, and that the two of you would be a good match.

Irritatingly, Clint had thought the same about you and Kate. Kate had never really come out to anybody but had dated a girl named Cheyenne for a couple of months at the beginning of last year, a relationship that hadn’t lasted long because Cheyenne turned out to be allergic to dogs and Lucky was a non-negotiable in Kate’s life. Where she went, that dog went. Clint had checked with you that you weren’t allergic to dogs and that you were in fact attracted to girls, and had set you and Kate up on a date.

At first neither Clint nor Natasha had even realised what the other was doing – it had taken a couple of weeks of you dating both women simultaneously for them to catch on. Thus had begun a fierce competition between the two of them, trying to match you up with the girl they thought you were more sorted to.

“Y/N, I want you to train with Yelena today,” Natasha would announce every morning when it was her turn to assign schedules.

“Kate would probably be a far better teacher than me,” Clint had said when you’d begged him to give you an archery lesson, immediately setting up a session for the two of you.

“Yelena’s free this Friday, I booked you a table at that rooftop bar I told you about,” Natasha said the next time she’d seen you.

“Hey Y/N, Kate said she was taking Lucky for a walk, if you wanted to join her and stretch your legs?” Clint would randomly suggest whenever he saw Kate fetching Lucky’s lead.

Both of them were used to a little friendly competition but this one felt particularly personal. Although Kate wasn’t Clint’s little sister, she might as well be, and he felt fiercely protective of her in the same way that Natasha felt about Yelena. Whoever you picked, there was going to be hurt feelings for at least a little while afterwards.

“You’re going out with both of them?” Clint asks. “I thought it was meant to be a date.”

“Yeah, this whole thing is getting a little out of hand so I figured I’d just invite them both out,” You say, glancing between them both. “Then you guys can quit bugging me.”

Natasha and Clint look away guiltily, knowing they’ve come on a bit strong. Sometimes it was easy to forget that they were actually working for the benefit of Kate and Yelena, the competitiveness between them running so strong. You give them both a small smile and get up to leave the room.

“Why can’t you just let Yelena have this?” Natasha asks the second you’re out of earshot. “Kate doesn’t need a girlfriend the way Yelena does.”

“Y/N isn’t here to fix Yelena’s problems, that’s something she needs to work out in therapy. Kate and Y/N are on a more even playing field-”

“Yelena deserves to have some fun and it’s harder for her to meet people!”

Yelena had spent a couple of years going around the world freeing all of the Widow’s that she could find. Now her job was complete she was back in New York to work alongside Natasha in the Avengers. Kate had recently graduated from the Young Avengers program into the regular Avengers. Both had been there for a year or so before you’d arrived – you’d barely gotten to know either of them before Natasha and Clint had begun their competition to get you together.

On Saturday Natasha spends time in Yelena’s room, prepping her for the date, “You should mention that you’re good at archery too, if Kate’s gonna be there.”

Yelena gives her a look, “Why?”

“To impress Y/N. You need to get ahead of Kate-”

“And you think casually mentioning I can shoot a bow and arrow will be the winning factor that tips me over the edge? If she suggested we have a shootout then Kate would win, you know that right?”

“Yeah but she won’t, you can just-”

“Kate’s better than me at archery. Whilst I appreciate the effort, I don’t need dating advice from you, Nat.”

“I just-”

“You don’t get girls. And besides, Bucky’s pretty low maintenance.”

Natasha scoffs, “Bucky is not low maintenance-”

“Please, he’s so grumpy and broody he barely notices if the two of you go on a date.”

“The point is I think you and Y/N would be good together.”

“And we’re going on a date tonight. Relax! You worry too much.”

Natasha sighs, watching as Yelena completes the finishing touches to her hair. “It suits you. The short length. Looks nice.”

“Thank you,” Yelena smiles, adjusting her yellow tartan coat as she takes one last look at herself in the mirror. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

Natasha sighs as she watches Yelena leave. In Kate’s room, Clint is trying to give her similar advice. “Take Lucky with you. Y/N loves dogs.”

“I mean yeah, that was a given,” Kate says, scratching behind Lucky’s ears. “We’re getting pizza, this guy would know if I didn’t take him and that would be the ultimate act of betrayal.”

“You’ve just gotta play to your strengths-”

“And you think the best reason to date me is Lucky the Pizza dog?”

“No! No, but he’s definitely a perk-”

“You’re stressing over nothing,” Kate says, fastening her necklace. “It’s just a casual date. We’re going to ‘Bad Pizza’ then going for a walk-”

“I guess I just don’t understand why Yelena’s going.” Clint gives Kate a look when she laughs at him. “What?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older. Come on, Lucky.”

Clint rolls his eyes as Kate leaves, still not entirely sure what was so funny. Maybe he is getting too old for this shit. He’d already officially retired twice now and somehow kept getting dragged back into the game. Still, he hoped that tonight went well – for Kate’s sake, anyway.

By Sunday morning Clint and Natasha are practically out of their minds with curiosity, wanting to know how the date had gone and who you’d chosen. After all, that must’ve been the reason you’d asked them both out, to decide once and for all. It wouldn’t be fair to keep dating both girls indefinitely, and it had already been a couple of months.

You’d all gotten home late last night so they hadn’t had chance to catch up with either Kate or Yelena. When the three of you eventually make it through for breakfast, you’re wearing the t-shirt Kate had been wearing yesterday and Natasha’s heart sinks, assuming you must’ve picked Kate. That’s why she’s surprised when Yelena wraps her arms around your waist, leaning her head on your shoulder as you all wait for the coffeepot to heat up.

Clint and Natasha exchange another glance as the three of you sit together, laughing together about something. Lucky curls up beneath the table even though Tony had warned Kate multiple times that dogs aren’t allowed in the kitchen. Natasha watches you all, assuming she must’ve been wrong, that you’d chosen Yelena given how familiar she’d been with you at the coffeepot. But then why are you wearing Kate’s shirt?

Unable to take it any longer Natasha scrapes back her chair, standing up and sitting down in front of the three of you, followed closely by Clint. “Did you choose?” Natasha asks.

You look up at her, startled, “What do you mean?”

“Between Yelena and Kate obviously! Which one is your girlfriend?”

The three of you exchange glances before bursting out laughing. Clint rolls his eyes, “Can you guys let us in on the big joke please?”

“I didn’t ask them out to pick between them,” You wheeze. “I asked them out so we could all date each other.”

Natasha and Clint exchange a baffled glance before looking back at you. “Wait, so all three of you are…?”

“Yeah,” Yelena laughs. “Let’s face it, choosing between me and Kate would be an impossible task for anyone, and why should only one of us get to date Y/N?”

“I had a crush on Yelena for ages anyway,” Kate says. “Just didn’t have the guts to do anything about it. Now that Y/N’s here, it’s even better.”

“You guys are so old-fashioned,” You tease. “I thought you realised when I said I was going on a date with both of them.”

“Why would we assume- I don’t get young people today.” Clint shakes his head, sitting back in his seat and picking up his coffee cup.

Natasha looks thoughtfully between the three of you, smiling to herself when Yelena slings an arm around your shoulders and Kate leans over to brush a crumb off your cheek with her thumb. It’s true, polygamy hadn’t crossed Natasha’s mind, but now that she’s looking at the three of you through a different perspective, she can see that you’re perfect for each other. She feels foolish now for not thinking to set Yelena up with Kate in the first place, but this has worked out perfectly. Now neither Clint nor Natasha has lost.

You’d realised pretty quickly that you were falling for both Kate and Yelena. When Kate had confessed she’d initially felt attraction for Yelena, the solution had seemed obvious to you. That’s why you’d asked them both on a date.

How were you ever supposed to choose between them? Both of them were so different but you’d seen their chemistry first hand and there was something about them that just worked. You’d all gone for pizza, and it had been the best date you’d ever been on. You’d been on a lot of bad dates in the past but every date you’d had with Yelena and Kate had been perfect, nothing but laughs and sparks flying. Getting together with both of them had been even better.

After pizza you’d gone for drinks, sneaking Lucky in whilst the bouncer wasn’t looking, and you’d sat in a corner, all still laughing as you’d drunk cocktail after cocktail. When you arrived back at the compound the three of you realised that you didn’t want the night to end, so you’d ended up back in your room, the three of you squashing into your bed with Lucky curled up on the end.

“I don’t think Clint realised that we were all going on a date,” Kate had giggled, her arm around your waist. “It was like he thought Yelena was third-wheeling.”

“Please, I would not have been the third-wheel,” Yelena had retorted, snuggling into your other side.

“I can’t wait to see the look on their faces tomorrow,” Kate said, kissing your cheek. “You should walk into the kitchen wearing my shirt.”

“They’ll just think I picked you.”

“Exactly, then Yelena can kiss you or something, throw them off completely. Just to wind them up.”

You’d all giggled, still feeling the effects of the cocktails and the good time that you’d had. Yelena’s hand had found yours, intertwining your fingers and kissing your knuckles. You’d smiled to yourself as you’d fallen into an alcohol infused sleep – as full-on as Clint and Natasha had been over the last few months, they had given you the opening you’d been looking for. Now you were lying here with two pretty girls. You’d have to thank them one day.

[reveuchet]

18+ Yelena Belova loves touching you in the water

She loves the idea of public sex. The idea of flaunting you in front of everyone, or just the idea of making you cum. So, it wasn't shocking to learn about her fantasies with you in the steamy hot water.

Somehow, the sauna-spa has become her permanent office. It's relaxing but you're not sure about the practicality of it. There's a whole different idea in her mind though: finger-fucking you.

Most of her free time is spent shoving her thick fingers into you, watching as the ripples of water respond to your squirms as she hits the spot again and again. At this point, you're sure at least 1% of the water is really just your cum.

Your pussy twitches painfully, feeling the aggressive thrusts of her digits— one you know all too well.

The moment you pass out, you can hear her say: "That's it. Just let the pleasure take over your mind."

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f!reader x yelena belova?? something fluffy either in thunderbolts or after! thank you<3

Tysm for requesting!! It’s my first Yelena fic so hopefully i did her justice. I’m definitely going to be writing some more fanfics of her soon :3

The healing type

Yelena belova x f!reader

Summary: Yelena slips away from the medical bay. Luckily, her favourite nurse always knows where to find her.

You had already patched up Bucky’s stubborn scrapes, given Walker a lecture about concussion control and handed out enough ibuprofen to the rest of the team to stock a pharmacy.

However, Yelena? Yelena had vanished the second the quinjet doors opened.

It took you twenty minutes to hunt her down. You found her sitting on an upturned crate in one of the many hallways, a roll of medical tape gripped between her teeth as she fiercely tried to wrap her very bruised wrist.

“You know,” you said, leaning against the metal shelving with your arms crossed, “we literally have a state of the art medical bay about fifty feet that way. With a fully certified nurse . Who happens to be me”

Yelena didn’t look up. She spat the tape out of her mouth, holding it tight with her thumb. “I know, silly, but i am a highly trained operative,” she muttered, sounding very stubborn. “I can wrap a single sprain. I do not need official treatment.”

“Oh yeah? You’ve wrapped it so tight your fingers are literally turning purple” you sighed and walked over, stepping right into her line of sight.

“It’s tactical compression,” she smirked, lifting her chin defiantly.

“It’s a blood clot waiting to happen” you corrected gently. Reaching down, you firmly but carefully took her hand.

Yelena let out a sharp, amused huff through her nose, but she didn’t pull away. She let her hand go heavy in yours as you began unraveling her clumsy attempt at first aid.

“Let me do it” you said softly, your voice dropping to a warm whisper as you carefully undid the tangled mesh. “Just rest for a minute.”

She didn’t argue;instead she just watched you, her green eyes softening completely as your fingers gently traced the swelling on her wrist.

“You have soft hands, did you know?” She murmured, her voice rough with exhaustion. “It is nice. Not like the sharp ice packs in the clinic.”

“That’s because i’m a human being,” you said, slightly smiling, keeping your head down as you carefully began wrapping the fresh, clean bandage around her wrist. “Usually we don’t come frozen solid out of a plastic bag.”

Yelena let out a tiny, breathy chuckle. It was different from the ones she used around the others, completely relaxed and stripped of its sarcastic undertone.

“Everything just feels very loud today,” she muttered, her eyes staying on your hands as you finished up. “My head hurts from it all.”

“So you came out here for some quiet?” you asked quietly, smoothing down the edge of the tape to secure it.

“Yeah.” She looked up, meeting your eyes with a rare, completely honest expression. “And I knew you’d find me. You always do.”

You gave her hand a reassuring final pat and stepped back so she could stand. Yelena slid off the crate, slowly flexing her fingers to test the tightness of the bandage. She nodded once, satisfied, then stood right next to you, nudging her shoulder against yours in a heavy, familiar gesture.

“I am starving,” she simply said, looking toward the hangar doors. “Come with me to get some food.”

“Alright then,” you said with a smile, turning to walk with her. “Let’s go.”

“Good,” she hummed, her pace matching yours perfectly as you both stepped out of the hallway. “I am glad i have you. Mostly because you are paying for my dinner, but still.” Her shoulder bumped lightly against yours as you both quietly left the tower behind.

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‘If you get grossed out by pubic hair and talking about periods, you don’t deserve pussy’ kinda characters