#bishova smut

[chaxan08]

Yelena: *feels arms around her waist*

Yelena: *putting a knife against the stranger's throat*

Yelena, turning around: I have a girlfrie—

Kate, already so fucking turned on: Hello, love.

Yelena: Oh, hi girlfriend!

[hard-core-super-star]

sudden desire [K.Bishop + Y.Belova]

pairing: dom!yelena belova x sub!reader x switch!kate bishop

summary: after yelena dissapears on an unknown mission for a month, kate decides to take things into her own hands and encourage her to come home. things don't go exactly as planned for her on the blonde's return.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! -> dom/sub dynamics; implied pet play {collars, yelena using 'pet' and 'kotenok'}; orgasm denial; bondage; fingering; oral; sex toys; a dash of overstimulation; praise + degredation; kate's a brat and proud of it; yelena's mean but a secret softie; a SEVERE lack of proof-reading!

wordcount: 4.8k

a/n: SURPRISE! kinktober may be over but i got too attached to this idea and had to finish it. i have so many thoughts and feelings about this fic but i will save them and let you guys read it and form your own opinions about this dynamic. personally, i am OBSESSED with them and i would love to expand this little universe a little more. despite this being mostly shameless smut, there are quite a few feelings involved, especially regarding yelena and how being in this dynamic helps her unwind in a way without things being strictly sexual. so yeah, there's a lot but i really hope you enjoy <3

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It doesn't take a genius to figure out Yelena has been acting off for the past few weeks.

It isn't unusual for her to be a little distant. Still a little rough around the edges, thanks to the unbelievable amounts of trauma she keeps hidden inside herself. Things are different this time, though.

It's been days since she's shown up at the apartment, even longer since she's returned one of your calls. She never goes more than a few days without letting you know where she is, that she's okay and simply busy on whatever mission has taken her attention this time.

Kate tells you not to worry, that the Russian is probably just caught up in whatever mess she's discovered. You know better than that.

Unfortunately for the archer, you learned what the constant furrowing of her eyebrows means a long time ago.

Unfortunately for you, she's far too good at distracting you, always knowing exactly what to do, exactly what to say to steal all your thoughts away.

She can't fully erase your worry, though. Not that she'd even try, considering she feels the same way. Underneath all her stupid jokes, there's an edge of uncertainty she can't quite hide. It weighs her down more than anything else.

You both know Yelena could disappear in an instant if she wanted to. She could throw it all to the wind and never be heard from again if she so pleased.

She'd promised she wouldn't do it, though. Reassured you and Kate that after spending so long without a stable place to call home, she wanted to stay with you two. She wanted to be with you two.

It had taken very little to convince Kate to agree. Despite their rocky beginning, the chemistry they shared was obvious to even the most oblivious. Instead of being jealous about it like you maybe should have, you were intrigued and maybe more than a little attracted to it.

To them and the borderline overwhelming confidence they seem to exude together.

You've never been one for liking simple things, though, and the challenge of keeping them from going at each other's throats acts like an aphrodisiac most nights.

For all their bickering, they're surprisingly easy to manage. Except when it comes to the intricate play sessions Yelena enjoys setting up.

The details of what your relationship had turned into were mostly lost on you. All you knew was that whatever the Russian says goes...and Kate was bound to get punished for not doing as she was told.

As much as Yelena loves to complain about it, you all know she secretly loves it. Loves the thrill that comes with being in charge. That safe rush that takes over her mind and allows her to act without thinking. To command respect in a way she'd never experienced before.

It was a change of pace from what you were used to with Kate, that was for sure. Despite the uncharted territory, you'd gotten used to it far faster than you would have ever imagined. They both made it easy and there was something about the submission Yelena expected from you that made your heart race.

You'd never experienced anything like it before, but you couldn't deny how much you liked it. How much you craved it when she was gone.

Kate does what she can to make the time without the blonde more bearable. You're thankful for her, for the way she knows what you need without even having to ask, but it's not the same. A part of you feels guilty about it. Like there's something wrong with you for wanting to have both of your girlfriends with you.

The archer doesn't seem to mind, though. You know she feels the exact same way you do. As incredible as being with each other is, Yelena brings something different to your relationship. Something extra that you both thrive off of.

Maybe that's what makes Kate employ such...interesting persuasion tactics.

Once the days turn into weeks which turn into a month, the archer's patience wears thin. Just because you both know Yelena's silence must be due to a dangerous mission doesn't mean you're okay with the lack of communication.

Your impatience starts blending with Kate's and before you know it, you're caught in the middle of one of her "incredible" plans.

"Come on, babe," she says, her lips pulling into that all-familiar smirk. "Maybe all Yelena needs is a good incentive. Don't you want her to see what a good girl you're being for me?"

Her words do a good job convincing you, but they're not enough. You know all too well how cruel the Russian can be when she feels she's been disrespected. And the archer playing with you without permission is definitely off-limits.

It's hard to deny Kate when she's looking at you like that, though. With those sparkling eyes and that suggestive smirk.

"I don't know, Katie, it feels like a bad idea," you reply, ignoring the way she keeps leaning closer and closer to you.

"Maybe but bad ideas are the most fun, aren't they?"

You can't exactly argue with that, considering the many stupid things you've done together that have led to incredible pleasure. Although, truth be told, the archer is usually the one who has to bear the burden of whatever punishment comes after. You wish you could say you feel bad about that but...she is the one who comes up with most ideas.

You're in the middle of trying to form a response when Kate leans in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. It's impossible to stop yourself from kissing her back, your hands moving up to tangle in her messy hair.

You pull her closer to you until she's straddling your lap, practically trapping you between her and the couch. You'd love to complain, but she feels far too good against you for you to even try.

Her kisses make your mind spin until nothing remains except her. She knows this, of course, because she knows you so damn well.

When she pulls away, she's breathless yet somehow still smiling like you put the stars in the sky. "I think you're coming around to my idea."

She's not wrong but the smugness in her tone pisses you off a little. "I still think it's stupid."

"I never said it wasn't." Kate rolls her hips, tantalizingly grinding down against you. "But I promise you'll have a good time."

You groan as your head leans back against the couch with a soft thump. "You're gonna get us in so much trouble."

"Yelena loves her little troublemakers, though."

"Oh my God, please stop talking."

"Not until you agree." Her lips find their way onto your jaw, pressing soft kisses and teasing bites to your skin. "...please."

It's a low blow and he knows it, but it's impossible to deny the archer when she asks for things so nicely. "Ugh, fine, just don't tie the ropes so tight this time."

Kate agrees and before you know it, you're naked and tied up with the purple rope the archer loves to use on you. To top everything off, she wrapped her collar around your neck, something that was bound to get a reaction out of the Russian.

You and Kate were her pets and while she allowed the archer to stake some claims of dominance over you, this one was off-limits. Not that Kate cared much. She was usually a lot better at doing things behind the blonde's back, though.

What Yelena didn't know didn't hurt her, but now, she was about to be dragged into something she wasn't going to be very happy to see.

Sending her pictures of the evidence is one thing, but Kate wants more. She always does.

So, she brings out more toys, stuffing your cunt with a thick dildo and pressing a relentless vibrator to your puffy clit. The pleasure is more than enough to drown out your thoughts and objections which means you barely flinch when Kate takes her phone out again. She records the way you squirm for her, the way you moan her name like a prayer, and then, to top it all off, she sends the videos to a very pissed off Russian.

It takes a while for the consequences of the archer's actions to catch up to you.

Since Yelena's obviously busy, it takes her a few days to come back. You're not home when she arrives, having gone out to run a quick errand, but Kate is. 

Which means you're met with quite the situation on your return.

The second you close the apartment door behind you, you're slammed against it, a gentle yet firm hand wrapping itself around your throat. You freak out for about a second until your senses catch up to reality and the smoky scent of Yelena's cologne hits your nose.

Almost instantly, you relax into her hold and meet her dark green eyes. There are so many words on the tip of your tongue, but you can tell she's not in the mood for it. Her mind is completely set on the scene she already started without you.

"Hi, detka. Did you miss me?"

You do your best to nod despite how difficult her grip on your throat makes it.

"Yes? Well, that is not what Kate Bishop told me a few days ago. She said you were being a naughty slut for her."

Her words make your heart drop into your stomach. You knew Kate's plan was stupid, but you didn't think she would throw you under the bus like that. What a cheeky little traitor.

"Do not worry, kotenok, Kate and I already worked things out. Would you like to see?"

Without waiting for a response, she moves her hand from your throat to your hand, gently tugging on it to lead you toward the living room. You go with her and your eyes are instantly drawn to Kate's figure on the couch, tied up in a pattern strikingly similar to the one she'd used on you mere days ago.

The biggest difference, though, is the large, purple dildo stuffed inside her cunt. Just from looking at her, you know exactly what her punishment is going to be for stepping out of line the way she did. You have to admit, though, she looks incredible like this. Gagged and wearing her purple collar with the leash attached.

"What do you think?" Yelena asks, her tone giving away how proud she is of herself.

"She looks good," you reply, earning yourself a smile from the Russian and a muffled whine from the archer.

As much as you sympathize with Kate, you can't say you didn't warn her.

A soft squeeze to your hand makes you turn to look at Yelena again. There's a familiar softness in her features as she looks at you, almost as if she's trying to read you, trying to figure out if you're on the same page as her. You know where that insecurity comes from and you're more than ready to wipe any and all doubts from her mind.

It's easier said than done, though, and the first step is always the hardest.

Thankfully, Yelena takes it for you.

"Kneel."

It's a single word, barely a command, but the storms hidden in her green eyes don't lie. She needs this just as much as you need her.

So, even though you crave comfort more than submission right now, you do exactly what she says. You drop down onto your knees in the middle of the living room, doing your best to ignore the way Kate squirms on the couch.

Yelena steps forward, her hand reaching out to caress your face. "You look so good like this, malishka. You understand pets should be seen and not heard, right? Or do I need to teach you a lesson too?"

You shake your head, not feeling particularly enthused about receiving a punishment already. Then again, you're sure if the blonde really wanted to, she'd do it anyway, regardless of your good behavior.

"Good."

It's not entirely praise, but her voice carries a twinge of affection that makes Kate whine. You don't know what happened between them, what exactly the archer did to piss off the blonde so much, but you know she's paying for it now. Which means, in some weird way, you're paying for it too.

Yelena admires you for a long moment, silently watching your reactions, watching the way you submit deeper and deeper with eveyr second that goes by. She loves Kate, she really does, but there's something about the ease with which she can control you that does things to her that she can't explain.

It's not about the pleasure. At least, not fully.

It's not even about the power she holds over you right now.

It's about the control. About being able to not worry and know you'll do exactly what she wants.

She doesn't have to guess or think too hard. 

You're both on opposite ends of the same spectrum. You both need each other to stop the fears and the worries. To quiet your thoughts until nothing remains but each other...and the whiny, puppy-like switch squirming on the couch.

It's strange, but it works. You all work. And it's absolutely terrifying because none of you have ever experienced anything like this before. You've never wanted anything the way you want each other.

"What do you want from me tonight, detka?" The blonde asks, her voice still soft despite the hardness on her face. "I will give you anything you desire."

Her words carry far more weight than you want to think about right now. You want to simply focus on the scene. On the role you have to play here.

It's hard, though, when Yelena's looking at you with an adoration that rivals Kate's. It's not like the Russian doesn't love you. You know she does. She just shows it in ways that aren't super compatible with you.

Right now, though...right now, it's working for you far more than it should be. All you can think about is how much you missed her, how badly you want to be under her control once more.

You're not sure how to articulate what you're looking for. All you can do is hope the blonde can make sense of the messy thoughts in your head.

"I just want you," you reply, your words a touch too vulnerable for your liking. "Want you to take control. To touch me until I can't take it anymore."

After spending the past few weeks taking orders from rich people who pay well but don't understand what it takes to kill a person, your request sounds like music to her ears. It's almost laughable how easy it'll be to fufill your desires, to give you exactly what you want until you can't think about anything else but her.

"I can work with that," she says, the corners of her mouth curling up into a wicked smirk. "As long as you are okay without Kate Bishop?"

The question catches you a little off-guard. Not because you're particuarly in need of the stubborn archer, but because she is. Yelena's a good domme, no one can deny that, and yet she hesitates to use you without Kate breathing down her neck.

She must be really pissed off if she wants to keep her off to the side and away from the action.

"Yeah, I'm okay with that." Your words are true, but you can't deny your curiosity so you push a little more. "Is she only allowed to watch?"

"Until I decide she has learned her lesson."

 Yelena's response makes Kate cry out again. All the blonde has to do is look up and glare to get her to quiet down. It's scary how angry she seems to be...and also really, really hot.

Especially when she looks back down at you and her eyes soften. "Present yourself for me, kotenok. Remind me what I have been missing."

You don't waste any time in scrambling into position. Kate's eyes seem to burn through you while you get onto your hands and knees in front of Yelena, pushing your ass back just a little. 

Despite the clothes you're still wearing, you feel incredibly exposed.

That feeling only intensifies as the blonde walks around you, circling you slowly and taking in every inch of your body. You're not sure where to look, stuck between wanting to duck your head in a show of submission and keeping your eyes on Kate, watching the frustration that blooms across her beautiful features.

Thankfully, Yelena doesn't like keeping you guessing. She enjoys clear commands, leaving none of you with doubts about what she's looking for. "Keep your eyes on her, datka. You too, Kate Bishop."

You let out a hum in response while the archer in front of you huffs and squirms around in her restraints. You have to admit...the sight is incredible.

The Russian settles behind you, a callused hand reaching out to caress down your spine. It takes you a second longer to realize you feel more than just her hand. However, as soon as the thought hits you, she steals them all away with a precise slice of her trusty combat knife.

It shouldn't be surprising, and yet you still gasp, your back arching while she cuts away your clothes. "Do not worry, detka, Kate Bishop will you buy a new outfit. Isn't that right, pet?"

Kate all but glares at you. You know it's not about you. Whatever issues they're having are unfortunatly being worked out through you, but you're not the problem. Hell, maybe there isn't even a problem. Maybe they're just having fun pushing back against each other because they can.

You honestly don't know. But the uncertainty makes everything all the more pleasurable. At least for you. You're not sure the archer can say the same thing.

Yelena makes quick work of your clothes, allowing them to drop to the ground and reveal your dripping cunt. You can't see her smirk, but you feel it in the way her fingers skim over your skin. Light enough to tease but hard enough to remind you not to move. To stay nice and still while she has her fun.

"Look at you. So desperate already. You truly amaze me, kotenok. Always so ready for me to use your pretty holes."

Your walls clench around pure air, making the smirk on the blonde's face grow wider. She can't stop herself from sinking onto her knees behind you and reaching out to touch you.

Two fingers tease and prod at your entrance while she watches you shake and shudder under her touch. She spreads your lips apart just to watch the way your cunt flutters around nothing. A part of her wants to draw this out, you're sure of it, but she's missed you just as much as you've missed her. (Maybe more, but she'd never admit that out loud. Especially not with Kate around)

"You are so good for me, so perfect. All for me to use."

You open your mouth to reply, more out of instinct than a need to say something, but all that comes out is borderline pathetic moan as the blonde works her fingers into your pussy. 

She sets a slow pace, almost as if she's taking her time exploring you. The slow speed does little to soothe the fire burning low in your belly but it does help ease your desperation. Not by much, of course, and you're sure the blonde knows that.

Almost as if on cue, Yelena's other hand joins the fun, thumb drawing circles on your sensitive clit. The action catches you off-guard and you barely manage to balance yourself instead of falling face-first onto the ground below you.

Your reaction makes her laugh, but what really entertains her is the struggle Kate is visibly going through. 

The archer has always thrived off your pleasure. Always gotten off on your desperate sounds, on the way you lose control over your body, on the palpable desperation that stretches itself over your features. Today is no different. Except for the fact she can't get off.

Sure, her cunt is stuffed full and the dildo keeps rubbing up against her in the best way whenever she squirms around too much, but it's not nearly enough. Her clit throbs painfully, swollen and in desperate need of attention. She won't be getting anything right now, though. Not until Yelena decides she's learned her lesson...or until Kate manages to make herself cum.

"Look at her, malyshka. And here I thought you were the needy one."

You do look at Kate, more out of habit than anything else. She's a vision. Flushed, desperate, and so squirmy it's a miracle she hasn't fallen off the couch.

The sight of her makes you clench around Yelena's fingers, greedily trying to pull them in deeeper. Neither of you are surprised, but it does make the blonde a little more competitive than usual.

She suddenly increases her speed, curling her fingers just enough to have you pushing back against her in search of more. "Such a greedy little pet. You are lucky I like seeing you like this. Although..."

Her words trail off and you instantly know she's coming up with something new. Some other way of making you submit to her, of playing with both of you until Kate stops trying to be a smartass. You doubt that'll happen, but you know Yelena will try anyway.

Whatever the Russian comes up with, she doesn't say anything more, instead going right back to fucking into your cunt. She works a third finger into your walls, stretching you on the digits while she mercilessly rubs your clit.

You can feel it building. The pleasure reaching and reaching toward a fever pitch that will leave you fuzzy-headed and thoughtless. It's so close. You open your mouth, obediently getting ready to ask for permission like a good pet, when suddenly...she removes her fingers from you.

You try your hardest to hold on to some semblance of composure, but you can't. Not when you were so close and full and feeling so good.

A whine makes its way out of your throat and you promptly earn yourself a hard smack to your ass.

"Do not be a brat. You do not want to join Kate Bishop, correct?"

Your response is instantaneous. "No. I'm sorry."

"I know you are, kotenok. But I still need you to behave, okay?"

You nod and Yelena smiles at your quick change of mood. She doesn't say anything else, merely motions for you to crawl forward, toward Kate and the mess between her legs.

Your body moves before you can even comprehend what you're doing. You crawl toward the archer, coming to a stop right between her spread legs, courtesy of Yelena shifting her around until she was sitting up. You tilt your head back to look up at the blonde, waiting slightly impatiently for her command.

You have a feeling you already know what it's going to be.

Yelena takes her time, though. Pretending to be busy adjusting Kate's posture and spreading her thighs for you to see the mess she's made of herself.

Once she's satisfied, and your nose is full of the scent of the archer's arousal, she finally tells you to move. "You know what to do, detka. Make the brat scream your name."

If Kate has any objections, they're swallowed up by her moans once your tongue finds its way onto her clit. It practically pulses beneath you and you waste no time wrapping your lips around the bud and sucking. Hard.

The archer tries to squirm away from you, caught somewhere between her sensitivity and her desperate need for an orgasm. Yelena holds her steady while she keeps her eyes on you. She doesn't really need to, she already knows you know what to do.

You technically don't have permission to touch so you put all your focus into making Kate fall apart with just your mouth. The frantic bucking of her hips tells you all you need to know about how she's feeling. You've never been so jealous of a dildo before, wishing it was your fingers she was clenching around instead.

The archer doesn't seem to mind, though, head thrown back against Yelena, muffled whines leaving her gagged mouth. Whatever the blonde is saying to her is a mere whisper, a secret between them, perfectly crafted to make her fall apart.

You double your efforts, sucking her clit and dragging your tongue along the surface. Your eyes are glued to her face, to the pleasure that spreads along every inch of it, to the rapid heaving of her chest as she tries to keep herself under control. It's useless, though. You all know she's on the edge of losing her composure. Of letting her usual brattiness fade away until all that remains is Yelena's power over her.

Kate's shaking increases in intensity, giving away just how close she is to falling apart. She can't exactly ask for permission due to being gagged but then again, she doesn't need to. Yelena already knows. She always knows.

"Come on, Kate Bishop. Do not tell me you forgot the rules already. I was hoping I would be able to reward you for doing such a good job."

The archer bucks into your mouth, making you moan against her. The vibrations do little to soothe the burning in her core and it takes all her willpower to not fall apart right then and there.

All she can do, though, is let out a string of incoherent mumbles, tinged with a whiny edge that makes Yelena smirk. Those sounds are nowhere near the words she's meant to be saying, the desperate begging the blonde loves hearing from her.

"It sounds like someone does not want the reward I'm offering. What a shame..." She trails off purposely, doing it just to mess with the archer's head.

Kate bites. Of course, she does. As much as she loves to pretend, and as stubborn as she can be most days, she loves this. Loves the rush that comes with the blonde's power over her. There's pleasure in the pushback, but it's when she lets go that she truly feels the weight of it.

You don't slow down for a second. You know it makes things much harder for your girlfriend, but you can't really help it. You're intoxicated by the smell of her, by the taste of her never-ending arousal.

She continues to let out strings of mumbles and whines, each sound growing more desperate than the last. Her thighs shake uncontrollably, giving away just how much she's struggling to hold her orgasm off.

As mean as Yelena can be sometimes, she's not cruel. She only drags the moment out for a few extra seconds before her hand curls into Kate's hair, dragging her head back to expose her delicate throat. "I know, I know. Go ahead, cum for me, darling. You did good."

It's unclear which part of the Russian's words gets to the archer, but it doesn't matter, the effect is the same.

Her whole body stills for a second, a strangled cry getting caught in her throat as she comes undone.

You moan with her which helps drag out the pleasure crashing into her like waves. You work overtime to lap up her release, drinking in her essence and soothing her overwhelming sensitivity as best as you can. It doesn't seem to work considering how violent her shaking becomes, but you don't have any complaints.

Yelena's hand somehow finds its way onto your hair next and she pulls you off the whining archer. "Such a good pet for me. Good girl, kotenok. Will you help me with Kate? She is...a little out of it."

You know what she means. Mainly because you can see it but also because of the way the blonde drops off Kate's last name. You're not fully sure why she has such a fascination with using your girlfriend's full name all the time. All you know is her habit instantly dissapears when the archer's submissive side comes out.

It's not too surprising, though, considering how badly Kate craves comfort and connection in those moments.

A part of you wants to complain since you still haven't gotten your orgasm, but you know better.

You stand up on shaky legs and help Yelena untie the brunette. Leaving the collar on is a no-brainer and even though her whines are pitiful, you slide the dildo out of her.

You pepper kisses across her skin the entire time, instantly recognizing how glossy her eyes are, how far away her mind seems to be. She's as beautiful as ever, in your opinion.

In no time, the three of you are snuggled up in bed. Kate's still really floaty, you're on the edge of going totally fuzzy, and Yelena is happier than she's been in weeks. 

Maybe it's weird but you really don't fucking care. Not when Kate's head is resting in your lap and you're completely relaxed lounging in between Yelena's legs.

[cherryesskisses]

love, comfort, and safety in your arms

[doomtheshroom]

Oh LumberAlpha, My LumberAlpha

It's been a year since Kate confronted Wilson Fisk and kicked him and his mate out of the country. A year since she demolished his inner circle.

Now, Kate and Yelena are en route to spend the holidays and, consequently, their two-year anniversary in Ohio, and Yelena insists on starting to build their house...in the dead of winter. Thankfully, the Bartons, Alexi, and Melina are there to help.

Amidst dropping temperatures and watching Yelena chop wood all day long...anything could happen.

Week 4 for the Bishova Holiday Challenge 2024 is underway with the theme of Lumberjack

Here is my entry with a look at Bishova one year after the events that took place in my Oh Alpha, My Alpha series.

I hope you guys enjoy it and let me know what you think!

[bishovafreak]

Chapter 7 of ‘Blossoming Love’ is up on Ao3!! It is a Bishova AU fic! Please go give it some love!

Read it here

[noturlondonboy]

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Every Breath You Take

Dom!Kate Bishop x subby!Yelena Belova x Switch!fem!reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Explicit sexual content, BDSM themes (bondage, restraints, Dom/sub dynamics), Breath play, Threesome (F/F/F), Use of strap-on, Oral sex, Power play, Mild choking

Authors notes: Bet you weren't expecting this, were you?

You and Kate are cuddled up on the couch, the soft glow of the TV flickering as the movie plays, though neither of you is paying much attention. It’s been a quiet evening, just the two of you, enjoying the warmth of each other's company. You’re nestled into Kate's side, her arm draped over your shoulder as she lazily plays with your hair.

The sound of the front door creaking open catches both of your attention, and you glance over to see your other girlfriend, Yelena, stepping inside. Her posture is slouched, her face visibly tired, and the weight of the mission she’s just returned from seems to cling to her.

Without hesitation, you immediately reach out to her, concern filling your voice. "Oh baby, come here," you say gently, patting your lap invitingly.

Yelena doesn’t need to be told twice. She trudges over, collapsing into your lap with a relieved sigh, her arms wrapping tightly around you as she buries her face against your neck. You can feel the tension in her body as she clings to you, her breathing ragged from exhaustion.

"Long day, Lena?" Kate asks, her voice soft as she shifts closer, her hand coming up to rub soothing circles on Yelena’s back.

All you hear in response is a muffled "mhmm" against your skin, the quiet sound making your heart ache for her.

You glance at Kate, the two of you sharing a knowing look. You both understand exactly what Yelena needs right now. A little bit of care... and maybe a lot of playtime to help her unwind.

You stroke Yelena’s hair gently, your voice a soft whisper. "We’ve got you, sweetheart."

Kate leans in, her lips brushing against Yelena’s ear as she murmurs, "Let us take care of you, baby." The promise hangs in the air, a shared understanding that tonight, Yelena will get everything she needs—and more.

Yelena’s wrists are bound securely to the headboard, her body taut and trembling with anticipation. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her mouth parted as her breath comes in shallow gasps. She tugs at the restraints but not to break free—just to feel the delicious pull of submission you and Kate have her under.

You settle above her, straddling her chest, and slowly lower yourself onto her face. Yelena eagerly responds, her tongue immediately finding your most sensitive spot, making you gasp. Your fingers tangle into her blonde hair, pulling her closer as you grind gently against her mouth, each stroke sending waves of pleasure rippling through you.

At the other end of the bed, Kate stands between Yelena’s spread legs, the glint of the strap-on harness around her hips catching the light. She smirks, trailing her fingers up Yelena’s inner thigh, taking her time, knowing exactly how much Yelena wants her. Yelena whines into you, her hips jerking impatiently, trying to arch toward Kate.

“Patience, baby,” Kate teases, running the tip of the strap over Yelena’s entrance, just barely teasing her. “You’ll get what you need.”

Yelena moans against you, her desperation clear as her tongue works faster, pressing deeper into you, as if she knows that pleasing you will earn her what she wants. You roll your hips, biting your lip, your body starting to tremble from the intensity of her attention.

Your thighs squeeze together around her, you press deeper into her knowing exactly what you’re doing. Cutting off her air supply. Watching as she opened her eyes looking up at you desperately until she was tugging at the restraints knowing to let up as she took in a deep breath. Your eyes flick to her hand watching the movement carefully and understanding. ‘Again.’

You smirk down at your girlfriend settling back down onto her, watching as her face goes red, desperately trying to please you while the air is slowly pulled from her lungs. Yelena could last a long time holding her breath in most situations, but not when she’s trying to please you or Kate.

Kate watches with a satisfied grin before finally deciding to give in to Yelena’s need. She pushes in slowly, the strap filling Yelena inch by inch, eliciting a low, guttural moan from beneath you. The feeling of Yelena’s lips vibrating against you as she lets out that sound nearly sends you over the edge.

“Fuck, Lena,” you breathe, your hands gripping her hair tighter, your head tilting back in bliss.

Kate starts with a slow, deliberate rhythm, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into Yelena’s slick heat. “Such a good girl for us,” Kate murmurs, her voice low and controlled as she watches Yelena’s body respond to every thrust, her hips moving in time with Kate’s.

Yelena’s moans are muffled against you, but you can feel her need growing more desperate with each passing second. Kate’s pace increases, her hips snapping forward as Yelena’s body arches off the bed, pulling helplessly at her restraints. The bed creaks beneath them, the room filled with the wet sound of Kate fucking Yelena and your own breathless gasps as you ride Yelena’s face.

Kate leans over, her breath hot against your skin as she whispers, “She’s close. You feel it too, don’t you?”

You nod, barely able to speak as the pleasure mounts, your body trembling on the edge. Yelena’s tongue never falters, even as she’s lost in the overwhelming sensations, her body completely at your mercy.

“Cum for us, baby,” you whisper to Yelena, knowing she’s close. And with that, Yelena lets out a broken cry against you, her body shaking as she falls apart beneath both of you, her release sending you spiraling into your own.

Kate keeps thrusting, working Yelena through her orgasm, her hips moving steadily as she watches the way Yelena’s body responds. You collapse forward slightly, panting, your hand still tangled in Yelena’s hair as her movements slow, her tongue flicking over you gently in her own dazed state.

As the three of you come down from the high, Kate pulls out gently, running her hands soothingly along Yelena’s thighs, while you lift yourself off Yelena’s face, gently stroking her cheek. Yelena looks up at you, exhausted but content, her lips glistening.

“We’re not done with you yet, Lena,” Kate smirks, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “But for now... you did so good, baby.”

[axinite25]

new angsty (but ends so spicy) bishova oneshot coming soon

[olsenmyolsen]

Chapter Eight: Back To Work

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

Masterlist

Tag list: @xenaizogie

Summary: Wanda invites Natasha out with her friends, but they run into someone from Natasha's past.

Word Count: 3.4K

Content: Drinking, Jealousy, Feelings

Thursday.

It was Thursday.

As the clock rolled into the afternoon, it had officially been four days since Wanda came home with a newfound... feeling... for Natasha.

It wasn't love or a crush. At least, she didn't think so. She was still flirty, but it wasn't as blatant as before. Maybe it was? Wanda truly wasn't convinced.

Regardless, one thing was for sure.

She loved to see Natasha work up a sweat in one of her old t-shirts.

"Howdy, partner!" Wanda embarrassedly said as Natasha approached the fence near the house to grab her water bottle. "Oh, is that what we are doing today?" Natasha teased as she took a big sip.

Wanda shrugged. Honestly, her accent could've been worse.

"Did you see my story?" Wanda asked as Natasha laughed and set down her water. "Wanda, you know I don't check my phone. Especially today." Natasha turned away and saw Erik on a horse in the distance. "I can't believe you guys used to have horses."

Wanda looks at her father in the distance. "Yeah. Cookie Dough." Wanda says. "Cookie Dough? The horse's name was Cookie Dough?" Natasha wears a cute smile as she leans closer to the fence.

Closer to Wanda.

Wanda smiles at her before looking away.  "You can't make fun of me. I was eight." Natasha keeps her mouth shut and gives a playful tilt of the head. "Cookie Dough is a good name." Natasha turns back to see Erik making his way towards her.

She turns to Wanda. "Back to work."

Wanda watches the latest Farmhand start jogging away. When she's far enough away, she gives one last look and starts making her way back to the house, where she opens a group chat with her closest friends.

Seven Peas In A Pod

Sunday: Jarvis has been kicked

Darcy Renamed The Group to Six Peas Minus A Bitch

Darcyyyy

D: Fine 😒

Darcy Renamed The Group to Six Peas In A Pod

Today:

We should go out tonight

S: Its Thursday...

D: damn sam stay home then. where we going bestie???

M: I can't sorry guys

That's okay Monica. But I was thinking city??

C: City? I'm down.

D: surprise surprise

C: 🙄

B: Is Natasha coming??

D: Bucky.. but fr 👀

Darcy kick Bucky

B: No! Okay I'm sorry

👎

S: No but fr is she??

I have to ask..

Wanda flipped her phone over and laid face-down on her Queen bed.

Why did the thought of asking Natasha to hang out feel like a monumental task? It was Natasha.. What made that difficult?

Wanda dwelled on it for a few more seconds before she shook her mind free of the redhead and lifted herself up. Her eyes drifted to her open closet with a black cocktail dress hanging in the corner.

Would that be too much?

Of course, I'm hanging out with friends, not going to a rooftop restaurant.

Wandas flopped back down her bed and grabbed her phone. Ignoring the group chat and instead going to Pinterest to look for inspo.

Hours later, with clothes thrown everywhere and multiple eyeshadow pallets open did she receive a text from Carol outside of the group chat.

"Hey, I'm not saying this to stress you out or anything, but have you asked Natasha yet? I wanna know if we're gonna meet here or not."

Shit.

Meanwhile, Natasha was finishing up her last lesson in horse care for the day with Wanda's father as they put Butterball into his stable. 

"...and in the morning, I'll worry about his food if you just focus on keeping the area clean and work on getting the addition to the coop built."

Natasha turned towards the house of chickens and sneered.

"Yes, sir." She replied, making Erik laugh. He knew of Natasha's hatred for the pecking monsters, but a bigger coop needed to be built. You win some, you lose some.

"Romanoff." Erik started as the pair walked down towards the house. "Sir?" Natasha questioned. Erik stopped and took his hat off to wipe his forehead. "I just want to thank you again for everything you've done for us so far. Even though it's been a short time, it sure as hell feels longer."

At that moment, Wanda walked out of the house looking for Natasha. 

Natasha spotted her immediately.

"I know just what you mean, sir." Natasha pulled her focus back to her boss. Erik hummed and turned his head to Wanda as the two continued walking. "I guess what I'm saying is, is that good help is hard to find, but you sure found us at a good time,"

Natasha turned her head to the man as they reached the fence gate. "Thank you, sir." He smiled, and it looked like he wanted to say more, but as Wanda walked up, Erik didn't say a word. "Hi, sweetie." Erik smiled at his daughter. "Hi, Papa!" She waved before her eyes moved to Natasha's.

Erik turned slightly and made his exit known. "I'll see what Magda's feeling for dinner."

Natasha waved bye before moving to take off her work gloves. "What's up?" Natasha questioned Wanda. Wanda held the end sleeve of her heather grey oversized sweatshirt. "I was kinda wondering if you wanted to come out with me and the group tonight?" Wanda asked without any stutters or flubs.

Natasha looked at Wanda, a little surprised. "Oh!" Natasha looked down and smiled before finding Wanda's beautiful face. "Out like to a club or-"

"No, no, no. Like a beer garden that has like board games and stuff!" That interested Natasha a lot more. "Oh!" She said again. "Yeah. Sure. That sounds like fun!" Natasha genuinely couldn't remember the last time she played a board or card game, but if she had to guess, it was probably at Clint's before the man flipped the board over and walked away like a baby.

Wanda felt ecstatic!

"Great! I'll let everyone know!" Wanda rushed off to get ready for the night without giving Natasha any additional information, but seeing the smile on Wanda's face was more than enough for her.

Now, she was glad she splurged more on her body wash.

But just like Wanda before, Natasha was now left figuring out what to wear.

Natasha turned her back to the mirror. She was watching the way her ass filled out her favorite pair of black jeans.

This could work.

Natasha, happy with that choice, sat on the bed as she looked at her newly filled closet while she put a pair of socks on and her brown boots. Natasha planted both feet on the hardwood floor and sighed. She stood up once again and walked to the mirror.

Her eyes found the scars on her left arm before she moved to look at a mole in the center of her chest. She brought her hand up and circled it with her healed index finger. She smiled as she briefly thought about the seconds before she cut herself on the kitchen knife.

Three.

That's how many small moles she counted on Wanda's left breast.

She also remembers the teasing look Wanda wore.

Natasha lifted her face slightly to look at herself. She looked better and knew Wanda was a reason for it—that and leaving the military.

Still, Natasha cleared her throat, and instead of looking for a shirt, she parked herself at the small desk by the door. She began lining her ears with additional gold pieces of jewelry she had been absent of.

Natasha turned her head and beamed at her beauty. She opened her phone camera and looked at the freshly applied lipstick and lip liner.

She was trying something new.

Natasha wasn't too sure about it. But before she could reach forward and grab a wipe, a shadow caught her eye.

Away from the dipping sun behind a pink sky, Wanda was in her bedroom window with her light on. She stood posing in front of her mirror in blue jeans and a lacy black bra.

Natasha felt her cheeks run red as she couldn't pull her eyes away in time to watch Wanda check herself out. Soft hands were smoothing themselves across her beautiful skin.

Natasha closed her mouth and looked away before a noise could disrupt this tranquil moment. She threw on whatever was the nearest shirt she could find, as her mind wouldn't let go of Wanda.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Magda asked as she looked her daughter's outfit up and down. She smiled. Her daughter had grown up into a beautiful, intelligent woman. 

Wanda looked down at her outfit of blue jeans, brown boots, and a white t-shirt with a red button-down open-dress shirt.

In the right light, her black bra could be seen through the white shirt.

Wanda did this on purpose for one person tonight.

"Out with friends. Natasha's coming." This was news to Magda. "Oh!" Her surprised voice turned into one of acceptance. "Okay. Well, have fun and be safe!"

Wanda smiled and entered the living room to hug her mother. "I will."

Natasha will make sure of it. Wanda thought.

"Where's Papa?" Wandas asked. Magda pointed upstairs. Wanda nodded and said another goodbye as her mother joked about ordering pizza now that no one would be home tonight.

Wanda laughed and closed the front door just in time for her to see Natasha walk up the path from her place like a goddess. Natasha had a natural beauty that was only exploited even more by the paint on her lips and the jewelry on her body.

Wants didn't miss the way the leather jacket stuck to Natasha in a way that would look good on her. Not to mention the jeans.

It was then that Wanda found herself being wrong.  She did, in fact, have a crush on Natasha Romanoff.

Natasha smirked as her eyes savored in Wanda. Wanda wasn't just attractive tonight. She was hot. And judging by the lacey bra she wore underneath, Natasha knew that Wanda knew how gorgeous she was.

Wanda smirked and walked off the porch as Natasha stepped closer. "Oh, Natasha, I don't think you understand what you're doing to me." Wanda hid the truth behind a teasing voice and smile.

Natasha would've rolled her eyes, but something shifted between the two.

Natasha gave a wink instead that she instantly regretted, but Wanda laughed, so maybe it wasn't that bad. They each walked closer to Natasha's bike.

"So, are we meeting everyone at one of your friends?"

That was the plan.

"Umm.." Wanda didn't want to do that anymore. "Actually, we're gonna meet them at the beer garden."

Natasha didn't remember that being the plan but went along with it. It's not like she was in the group chat. "Okay." She said and smiled as Wanda stepped closer to her motorcycle. "Oh wait!" Natasha said.

Wanda took a step back, unaware if she had done anything wrong.

"You need a helmet!" Natasha said, which led to Natasha laughing as they hit the main road. "It's not funny!" Wanda shouted as her arms wrapped tighter around Natasha's middle. She smelt her shampoo in the wind.

Natasha giggled as she caught the reflection of Wanda in a bright pink helmet that barely fit her anymore.

As Natasha parked her bike, she felt a little sad when Wanda's arms unraveled themselves from her body.

Wanda hopped off the bike first and stood on the sidewalk as she watched Natasha swing her leg around the bike. God, it was hot. And how did Natasha not get helmet hair?

Natasha placed her helmet on the seat as she peeked over at Wanda before full-blown laughing again. Confusing Wanda. "What?!" Wanda smiled. Natasha came closer and raised her rough hands to Wanda. Her fingertips brushed up Wanda's neck to her chin.

"Were you planning on wearing this inside?" Natasha unclipped the strap to the bright pink helmet. "Oh, right! Duh!" Wanda closed her eyes, embarrassed, as Natasha lifted the helmet. "It's okay. We'll just leave it here." Natasha put it on the right handlebar. "I don't think anyone's gonna want it." Natasha joked, making Wanda agree with laughter.

Natasha, meanwhile, took her helmet with her and placed it under her arms as she and Wanda walked side by side to the beer garden.

The two felt an electric touch when their hands brushed against each other more than once.

"Wanda?" Natasha tilted her head to the younger woman as they approached the establishment. Bouncer in sight. "What's up?" Wanda blinked her big doe eyes. "Aren't you 20?" Natasha innocently asked.

Natasha didn't care if Wanda had a fake ID or not. Even if Wanda showed that she did, in fact, have one, she ignored Natasha's question and presented the bouncer with an ID that said she was 22 years old.

Natasha just didn't want for Wanda to be turned away at the door. She didn't want to see her sad.

However, to Wanda, Natasha's question was an unwarranted reminder of the eight-year gap between the two. 

"Happy?" Wanda asked with a slightly sour tone that surprised Natasha. "Of course," Natasha replied as she followed an already guilty feeling Wanda.

Wanda turned to Natasha and gave a warm smile. A subtle apology that Natasha didn't realize before grabbing her arm and leading her to the bar. "I'll buy the first round!"

Natasha widely smiled and accepted. "I'll buy the second." She found Wanda's eyes and leaned in a little closer until their sides touched.

Wanda and Natasha both hid smiles.

As Natasha kept her eyes occupied with reading the menu above the taps, Wanda received a text.

Six Peas In A Pod

I have to ask..

D: did she ask??

C: Where are we meeting btw?

S: We doin shots tonight right? Wanda??

D: wanda? babes?

B: What is Natasha said no...

D: bucky i will kick you out don't play. wanda??

C: Imma text her.

SHE SAID YES WE'LL MEET YOU THERE!

M: Omg!! Girl I can't wait to hear all about it!!

B: Five step plan to make Natasha fall I love with me starts now.

D: @Bucky🙄 as if

S: We doing shots!!!

Now:

D: gotta say im loving the way natasha fills out the jeans 👀

HUH!?

Wanda flipped her phone screen down so hard she thought it might have broken. Natasha noticed. "Is everything okay?" Wanda nodded as she began looking for any signs of her friends. She found them when Darcy started shaking her hands wildly.

"Oh, I see." Natasha laughed. "Let's order, and then we'll join them," Natasha suggested, much to Wanda's agreement. Moments alone were going to be rare, and Wanda wanted to make it last.

"Nice helmet!" Sam noted as Natasha and Wanda sat next to each other—separate seats. Darcy immediately caught the way Wanda was watching Natasha converse with the rest of the friend group.

She smiled behind her second beer of the night.

"So Natasha, be honest with me." Sam began making everyone be prepared for him to say something crazy. "Oh boy," Carol mumbled. Sam waved his hands at his friends. "Is Wanda a snorer?" Bucky and Carol immediately slapped his arm and head as Wanda became red in the face.

Natasha, surprised and amused by everything happening, cleared her throat before sipping on her second beer. Her green orbs caught Wanda's before they darted away. "Umm.." Natasha said. "I don't have an answer for you. But if I had to guess..." She looked at Wanda and smirked. "I'd say she's definitely a loud snorer. She would probably keep me up the whole night!"

"Oh my god! No! Shut up!" Wanda lightly pushed Natasha but glowed at the mention of Natasha and her sleeping together.

Natasha laughed and high-fived Sam. Darcy even joined in.

Conversations like that flowed again with a round of shots before a stranger made their presence known.

"Excuse me..." A soft voice interrupted a story Bucky was telling about the group's time at the beach. All eyes turned to a dark-haired woman with a bandage on her nose. She wore a purple flannel over a grey shirt, dark-wash jeans, and black boots. She had a very striking complexion.

Carol and Bucky both found themselves looking the woman up and down. Sam, like with Natasha, noticed the dog tags around her neck.

Sam turned his attention to Wanda.

Wanda's soft eyes and smile changed when she saw how the woman was looking only at Natasha.

"Tasha?" The woman asked as her cautious face turned into a smile when Natasha turned to face the mysterious person. "Oh my gosh! Kate!?" Natasha rose to her feet and hugged them.

It had been years since "Tasha" had seen this person.

Darcy looked to Wanda, who quietly sipped her beer. The rest of the group also watched the interaction unfold in front of them.

"How are you!?" Kate kept her arms on Natasha's side. "I'm good. Doing some work in the city." Natasha raised her eyebrows and grinned. "Oh wow. That's great!"

Kate lifted her arms away from the redhead. "I heard you're a free woman!" Natasha laughed and knew exactly who told Kate the news. "Fury?" Kate nodded. "Fury."

Darcy slapped Wanda's leg as Wanda sneered at the friendly exchange.

"It's nice when he calls. It's rare, but it happens." Kate said as the friend group watched the way Natasha and Kate spoke in what might as well be riddles.

"So, did you ever-" Natasha's eyes caught a glimpse of the metal hanging around Kate's neck. Kate shared a knowing look with Natasha as they both saw the other person wearing their dog tags. "Get that dog?" Kate finished Natasha's question. Natasha nodded.

"Yeah. Fanny's her name. She's great! I can show you pictures!" Natasha loved how excited Kate was talking about Fanny. "I'd love to see them."

It was then that Natasha could sense all eyes on them. Especially a brunette who was burning a hole into her head. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry guys!" Natasha spoke to the group. 

Wanda thought Natasha should've acknowledged her first as she finished off her third drink. 

"This is Kate Bishop. We..." Natasha trailed off, and half the friend group thought exes. "We were in the military together." Kate once again finished Natasha's sentence. Kate waved to the group.

Bucky flashed his eyes towards Wanda.

"How about you join us!" Darcy spoke up, making Wanda spin her head around. Natasha didn't notice the shocked look Wanda wore.

Darcy was an ally for Wanda through and through, but she also lived from drama and gossip.

"If everyone is cool with it?" Natasha posed to the group. Everyone gave nods and waves of approval.

Everyone but Wanda.

Wanda darted her eyes back and forth between Kate and Natasha. Kate was shorter than Wanda but closer in age to Natasha.

"Here, take my spot!" Natasha moved her drink next to Wanda's empty glass and sat on the loveseat with Wanda. Wanda's stomach jumped, and for a brief moment, a smile was found on her face again. Natasha's stomach also flipped, but she was too focused on giving her attention to Kate than worrying about whether she and Wanda were too close to one another. 

This drove Wanda crazy. Her little movements and longing touches seemed not to faze Natasha throughout the night as card games and more drinks were had.

Too many drinks for Wanda.

This is why when Natasha unsubconsciously put her arm on the backside of Wanda's part of the loveseat, Kate's eyes flickered between the two.

She had been eyeing Wanda most of the night, but when Wanda blushed as Romanoff scooted closer to her, Kate felt safe in making a comment about it.

"I must say, Romanoff, it suits you," Kate said as the game of UNO ended with Carol winning again. Her laughing in Bucky's face.

Wanda could've won multiple times, but she couldn't focus on her cards. Plus, she saw doubles when there weren't any.

"What do you mean?" Natasha inquired. Kate nudged her head towards Wanda, who was turned talking to Darcy.

Darcy was trying to stop Wanda from leaving.

"Oh no.." Natasha shook her head and turned her eyes to Kate. "We're just friends."

Everyone heard it and froze.

The corners of Wanda's eyes immediately began to sting. She got up and started walking away before anyone could stop her. "Wanda!" Darcy yelled, causing Natasha to spin her head in that direction.

Why was Wanda leaving?

Natasha swung her eyes across everyone's face, no one looking directly at her. "Natasha..." Kate spoke up. "Did she know that?"

Natasha's mouth dropped, but no words came out. Every little thing Wanda did tonight finally hit Natasha, and she felt awful. "I-.." She needed to find Wanda. "I'll be back." Natasha stood up and chased in the direction Wanda ran off.

The friend group all turned to Kate.

"Just who do you think you are-" Darcy started yelling at Kate before Sam stood up and stopped Darcy from being a real one. "Look at her tag!" Sam yelled.

"Oh shit..." Bucky's face fell as he saw it.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[romanoffsbish]

Cuddle Bug 🐞 🫂

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Carol x Val ; Bishova 🥰❤️

SIKE! Fluff train still flows through the station besties, I promise not to go all dark on you, 🥹🥰

I wrote this for a very special person, and I hope it brings her comfort in these trying times (🖕🏼you Mercury for being in retrograde lol) ❤️

Warnings: None, unless tooth rotting fluff bothers you lol (Emotional R 🤷🏼‍♀️)

Smut: Soft!Shower sex, Mommy (N), Fingering(R), Marking (R), Praising!!

18+ | Minors DNI !!!

(Gifs from Google/Tenor)

Natasha sighed heavily, her breaths fanning across your sleeping face, and she smiled wide as your nose lightly twitched from the breeze. That, and the subtle smacking of your lips was a telltale sign to her that you're nearly awake, and since she's leaving this evening she doesn't exactly feel that bad being the reason you're going to be up "early." Though the clock is flashing a reasonable 10:00AM behind you she just knows you're going to be a grump about it.

She'll gladly take a grumpy Y/N, to be honest she'd take you anyway you came, you're the human embodiment of a safe space for her. This—the genuine domesticity, is everything the trained assassin had ever wanted, and she knows now that it is all she would ever need. You'd come into her life at a time when the world expected too much from her, and with her guilty heart she was ready to give it all.

Then you showed up, and like the breath of fresh air you are you never expected much of anything from her. She'd been hesitant to let you in when you first joined the team five years ago, but now, with you perfectly molded against her body she finds it a silly notion that she ever ran away from you and your serenity. Love came far too naturally with you, all she'd ever known was that it was meant for children, but with every soft touch, or giggle her guarded heart was being disarmed by your open one.

To the world you were a force to be reckoned with, most feared you and your skillset, but behind closed doors you are not a threat. Natasha, as well as many other Avengers, view you as if you were akin to a snuggly koala, and now that you've retired it's almost all you are. Soft, and full of love to give, and with a group of superheroes it's almost a necessity to have you around; cuddles heal the broken.

Just as you went to shift your body so your face could hide in the pillow she stopped you with a gentle touch to your shoulder resulting in your immediate groans of protest. Natasha smiled at your expected outburst, then she leaned in to whisper in your ear., "Now, now, how about you wake-up, and spend the day with me.," you didn't even budge, and she was honestly a tad bit offended., "Or you can stay in bed, and miss your chance at snuggles before I leave."

An eye popped open, and she sighed in relief, but then you squinted said eye, glaring halfway up at her, she was both confused, and amused., "Is this not snuggling?," you rasped out, and the assassin pouted at your factual words., "Yes, but it's not proper if you're snoring in my face the entire time.," her adorable whining lightly roused you out of your grumpy state., "Fair enough Nat, I'm up, so what's the move?"

The redhead leaned in to kiss you as soon as you changed your tune, shifting your positions until she was lying atop of you, and that's how you two spent the following twenty minutes. Engaged in a slow, yet passionate make out session, where every last bit of love the two of you felt for one another was transferred.

It would've lasted through the hour too, but your stomach announcing your hunger roused your lover to move into action, and pull you to the kitchen. Feeding you well before she left was always a must, because she knew when she left you failed at maintaining a decent intake., "Bon appetite, mon cherie.," she placed the plate of french toast, with fruits and eggs in front of you, then she settled a kiss to your forehead before she took her space beside you., "Merci, mon amour.," a tint of pink decorated her cheeks, she always loved when you spoke to her in such soft ways, it never failed to make her whole body warm with bewildered delight.

The day went by in the blink of an eye, full of unwavering joy, but ending now in immense sadness as you watch Nat slipping into her mission suit, a permanent frown on your face., "Stop that detka, you're going to get wrinkles.," the redhead teased, trying her best not to mirror your mood in a show of faux bravery., "Yeah? Aging is natural—are you saying you'd stop loving me if I had wrinkles Natty?," she heard you sniffle, and almost immediately she dropped to her knees before you on the bed.

"Detka.," she sweetly whispered, using her hands to link with yours, and moving until her face found yours., "Don't say such silly things.," she chuckled when you squealed, her having pulled your body off the bed and into her lap., "I just don't like seeing my baby so sad is all."

A sigh left her lips when you buried your face in the crook of her neck, where you began to leave soft kisses against the sliver of exposed skin., "I'm going to miss you Natty.," her heart nearly snapped in two as you began to cry, and the thought of telling Fury to shove it crossed her mind, but then she reminded herself that her petition for retirement calls for only two more months of this, then she's free to leave, and live out a life worth living with you., "I'll miss you so much moya lyubov', but I'll be back in no time.," she offered you a smile, and you mirrored it the best you could with puffy eyes., "Safe and sound?," she nodded, then kissed your lips for a final time before she pulled you both off the ground, and embraced you tightly.

Natasha picked up her duffle bag, while carrying you out of the room as you latched onto her like you always did as she left. Yelena was standing in the middle of the hangar, as she always was to collect you from her sister., "Come now my koala, it's my turn for all the snuggles.," you always giggled when she took you from Natasha with a smug smirk., "Be mindful of who's girlfriend she is Lena.," the elder sister warned, and she rolled her eyes., "I'm well aware that Y/N has bad taste sestra.," you narrowed your eyes at the blonde, but when she smirked at you all the anger melted, and you snuggled into her hold., "Ha. Mine."

Yelena immediately took off, hold on you tight to keep you secured, because her sister was already cursing at her from afar, if she were to injure you she just knew her days would be numbered., "Get comfy moye solnyshko.," Yelena grunted as she tossed you onto her mattress before moving to her bathroom, you gasped excitedly when you found you weren't alone in the bed., "Kitkat!," you squealed, the brunette's brown eyes slowly fluttered open., "Y/N/N.," she half smiled at you, then as if it were second nature she pulled you in, and the both of you sighed at the comforting hold.

The peace lasted all of two seconds though, as the blonde returned, and threw herself atop of the both of you., "Make room my girls, I'm supposed to be the middle spoon this time!," you both groaned at the impact, but shuffled for her nonetheless, and with the warmth of their bodies, and love, you fell asleep quickly., "Such a snuggle butt she is, my sister is lucky.," Kate shoved her girlfriend lightly, but in a way she agreed with her lover, Natasha was lucky.

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Days had gone by, and the couple kept you close, but unfortunately they were also called away on a mission, and so that left you alone. There wasn't an exact science to it, but come day three without Nat, and you were usually at your worst in terms of missing the woman. Which is how you found yourself in the one place she loved most, wearing all of her clothes, and wrapped up in her designated blanket.

Wanda was reading in the compounds study when she heard a body shifting uncontrollably. Peering over the couch in the corner she found your teary eyed face looking back at her, then when you reached for her she wasted no time in joining you on the tiny couch. She laid directly atop of you to ground you, and once your sniffling had lessened she shifted to her side and pulled your face to her chest., "Oh honey, why didn't you come to find me?," your arms tightened around her., "Didn't wanna bother you Wands, you seemed busy earlier."

"I'm never too busy for you Y/N/N, you should know that by now.," she settled a kiss to your temple, then ran a hand up and down your back just like she knew you loved., "Get some rest now malen'kiy, I'll be here with you, then when you wake up we'll go make dinner.," an accomplished smile overtook your sister's face when she felt your soft patterned breaths, and after a few moments she also slipped into a nap, it's really hard not to when you have a human shaped furnace there to lull you.

When the both of you awoke a few hours later Wanda allowed herself a moment to just bask in your cuddles, dinner could wait a few more minutes, because she knew everyone would understand that you don't pass up on cuddles with Y/N., "You hungry malen'kiy?," she asked in a whisper, to which you nodded against her chest., "Then let's go make dinner for the team.," and though neither of you wanted to get up, you both shuffled off the couch and made your way to the kitchen where a group of people were waiting., "Valkyrie! Carol!"

The otherworldly woman beamed at the sight of you, opening their arms wide as an obvious invitation, and they nearly awe'd out loud as you shuffled into their embrace with your lovers blanket still wrapped tightly around your body., "We were hoping for dinner, but this is even better.," the Asgardian admitted, and the blonde simply tightened her grip in agreement., "I am so happy you guys are here."

Valkyrie, and Carol soon turned to your sister, engaging in light conversation with her about their previous endeavors, while you cuddled further into the King's hold, and she smiled down at you as you did., "Such a cutie pie.," you shied away from the teasing compliment, huffing even in an attempt to warn her, but she just chuckled lightly, and held you tighter., "Calm down now, unless you plan to smother me to death with your snuggles, I am not afraid of you in the slightest honey."

"Careful Val, Y/N might be the cutest thing around these parts, but she's deadly as can be.," Carol winked at you as she spoke, and you smiled in triumph when the other woman gazed at you skeptically, then shivered at the sight of the ice blue swirling around your eyes., "You know Danvers, I won't doubt you here."

"Smart choice.," you tiredly mumbled, and in a few moments time you were lightly snoring., "She's sleeping again?," Wanda remarked in an exaggerated tone to give way to the fact that she expected nothing less than this, and the couple giggled as they looked down at you., "Nobody would ever believe she was the most dangerous person in this room.," Carol mused while snapping a photo of your softened face to immediately send it off to your girlfriend.

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The next day came and went with you literally attached to your sister's side, and the witch loved every second of it. She missed having to be your cuddle partner, if she didn't love how happy you genuinely were with Natasha she'd have likely sabotaged the relationship ages ago.

Now though, on day five, you were moping around the empty compound wondering where everyone could have possibly gone. There was no one left to cuddle, at one point you even began looking for Tony, desperation nearly leading you into the stinky mans arms, but fortunately for your later pride he was also out. Today was even worse than the last few days for you, because Natasha is due back at some point between today and tomorrow depending on the weather and amount of paperwork.

Suspense was always your worst enemy, which is also why being alone was the absolute worst. You dropped onto the couch in a huff., "Friday, shuffle my tunes please.," you stared up at the ceiling dramatically as the AI did as you said., " 'Y/N's — What Even is Existence, if not just a Means to Cause Pain?' playlist is on shuffle."

Songs began to blur the longer you laid there, staring up and imagining it was your girlfriend hovering above you and not the swinging light. After an hour of lying there you slipped into a light slumber, completely oblivious to the sound of scuffling at the compounds doors, but then a loud boom had you shooting into a sitting position., "Honey, I am home!," you bounded off the couch and straight into the blondes arms., "What am I? Chopped liver?"

"Don't be silly KitKat, it's called saving the best for last.," you teased while shifting into her arms and missing the way Yelena's face drops, or how Kate's tongue pokes out at her lover., "That sounds like no mac and cheese for you!"

The three of you filtered back into the living room after a bout of bickering, leading to the blonde saying you got all the mac and cheese after you threatened to "Tell Natty on her.," and now that all was well again you'd began to watch the Harry Potter films upon Kate's requests, and against Yelena's pleading. It didn't matter to you honestly, all you wanted was cuddles, and honestly they felt the same.

As the hours went by, the team began to slowly return to the compound, filtering into the living room, and silently fighting over who got to hold you next. After a few hours of playing "hot Y/N," dinner was finally ordered, and Wanda held you close, and ensured you ate it, while everyone settled into the blankets you set on the floor, and watched your favorite movie.

You were so enthralled with what was taking place on the screen that you once again missed the creaking of the front door. Everyone else saw the silhouette of your lover though, and for their safety they began to create loads of space. To which you did take notice of, all the warmth was being stolen from you, but when you went to protest it died on your lips, and was replaced with squeals and the soft pattering of your feet., "NATTY!!!!," she effortlessly caught you, and pulled you up and into her strong arms., "I've missed you so much my sweetest girl."

The redhead nodded to everyone in the room in silent thanks before taking her leave with the quiet sobbing body attached to hers., "Shh, I'm home moya lyubov', and I'm going nowhere.," she carried you into your bathroom next, where she started to run the tap, and while it warmed she pressed your body against the marble with hers, and cupped your wet cheeks., "Hey, hey, there's no need to cry sweetheart.," she tenderly pressed her lips to your cheeks, catching your tears in the bow of her lip as she did, and soon she was transferring that salty taste to you as she locked her lips with yours., "I'm right here detka, mommy's got you."

With an effortless pull your shirt was removed, followed quickly by the rest of your clothes, then in the blink of an eye you found yourself under the stream of steaming water, with your girlfriends hands trailing over your bare body., "Mommy, please.," she smirked into the kiss., "What is it detka?," her lips began to trail down your slippery skin, leaving behind her marks in the most familiar of places., "Tell mommy what you need from me... I'm not a mind reader."

"Need to feel you inside.," you panted, already out of breath as she had been toying with your breasts while you had been aimlessly begging for more., "There we go detka, my smart girl using her words so well.," at the sight of your proud smile she slammed her lips back to yours for a heated kiss, while her fingers lazily traveled down to spread your folds apart, and she groaned into your mouth upon finding out you were already wet enough for her., “Fuck."

Natasha slipped two fingers into you with ease, her lips on yours to stifle the initial gasp, but soon they were en route to your breasts, she never was one for restricting your heavenly sounds., "There you go detka, show me just how well my fingers are fucking into your tight little cunt.," she kept a slow, and steady pace as she worked on bringing you to a place of total euphoria, because to her there was just always something so beautiful about watching you coming apart so openly with only her fingers and mouth involved in the process.

Her own core throbbed whenever you moaned in pleasure, but she paid it no mind, because it was always all about you when she returned. You’d never taken her being gone on solo missions well, and so whenever she returned the first twenty four hours were for you. There wasn't anything more important to her than making sure your bodies were reconnected, it was her quickest way of reassuring you of her permanence, and quite frankly being wrapped up in the sheets, or in the shower like you both were now were some of her favorite moments.

The two of you had a rather lively sex life, so much so that Tony installed a sound proofing option a few years back. But these moments, they are different, it’s not a carnal experience as much as it is a seeking of deeper intimacy. Being buried deep inside of you brought the redhead immense comfort, knowing that she is the only one allowed to have you like this, to be able to lay her claim to you while your body racks with pleasure that only she can bring.

Natasha’s tongue was swirling over your sensitive nipples, with her thumb delivering slow, yet incredibly powerful circles to your clit so she knew she’d have you nearing that edge of bliss in no time. She released your nipple when she felt your chest heaving even harder, your walls now clinging to her unrelentingly. Quickly she peppered kisses all over your chest, retracing over the route of her marks, then she gently pecked your parted lips for reassurance. She pulled back with a soft smile, your eyes held an obvious pleading, and she leaned her forehead to yours., “Let go for mommy detka.,” she whispered the encouragement while her fingers curled perfectly into your innermost sensitive spot, and your body arched into hers.

“Such a good fucking girl.,” she groaned as she felt your slick release trailing down her palm., “Always so good for me, fuck, I need to taste you my sweetest girl., ” her arm remained around you as she held your tired form up, she continued to whisper softly to you as her fingers left your core with pitiful whines., “Taste so sweet detka, smooth like honey.”

“I fucking love you so much detka.,” her hand that was once inside you moved to trace over the features of your face before cupping your cheek, and pulling you in for a deepened kiss., “My one and only.,” you smiled against her, breaking the kiss but she didn’t mind that much when she could feel your happiness so deeply., “I love you Natty, my one and only.,” she reconnected her lips to yours, exploring your mouth, and feeling rather affected as you moaned at your lingering taste on her tongue., “Let’s get all cleaned up detka, then we can continue this in the bedroom, sounds good?,” she placed a soft kiss to your shoulder, then got to work as soon as you nodded the go ahead.

Natasha took care as she cleaned your body, then she massaged your scalp tenderly, hoping to alleviate you of all your remaining stresses. A smile was on her face when you eagerly took the chance to return the favor, you sudsed up her loofah with your favorite body wash of hers, and tenderly traced it over her body. Her body shivered as you kissed over the fresh, tiny scrapes that marred her silky skin, then she watched with teary eyes as you kissed over all of her scars, parts of her she always wanted to hide were the parts you made sure to care for. Healing her in ways that are far deeper than the marks had ever been, which lead her to pull you back up and in for a needed hug.

“Natty, we have all day tomorrow, why don’t we just snuggle? I’ll run get you some dinner, and we can watch all the Bond movies.,” she chuckled at your offer, your face was already nuzzling into her chest telling her that you were definitely a bit tired, but also because there’s no way you’re even lasting the first movie, it still warms her heart that you’d try for her sake., “Sounds perfect detka, but I’ll just have Friday make one of the guys bring dinner up, I wanna start my snuggles instantly!,” she lifted you up, causing you to giggle as she ran your conjoined bodies out, and jumped onto the towel she’d already left on the mattress.

“Prettiest baby.,” she coo’d, now that she was straddling your naked body, and using the spare towel to dry you off, just to follow it up with a layer of lotion, and a baggy band t shirt., “Easy access.,” she answered your furrowed brows unspoken question with a wink, then a peck to your nose before she shifted you beneath the blankets, and repeated the process for herself just in time for her takeout to arrive.

Natasha settled into the bed, and within the second your body was smushed into her side, an arm laying over her, and that sight of your sleepy smile was enough to make her melt. After pressing play on the remote, she settled her hand on your back, and began to move it up and down to lull you to sleep faster while she ate her food, and watched her movie for as long as she could before her eyes would make their way back to just watch you sleeping, content to live in this moment forever really.

Just knowing that in every sense of the word, you’re hers—mind, body, and soul, well it is the reason her heart still beats without contempt; loving you was her peace in the storm that many would call life, and even if she winds up sharing you with the team at times, when you’re snuggled into her chest in the dead of night like this, she knows you are hers alone.

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❤️ Kaitlyn 🥰

[bishovapls]

So uh...I never planned to even release this to AO3, it was just meant to be for me but my girlfriend convinced me to. Anyways she also said I should put it on here (and who am I to say no to her?) so I am...🫣

Summary:

My take on what happens after Avengers: Age of Ultron! This story dives deep into the emotional wreckage left behind, exploring trauma, love, and redemption, with a heavy focus on Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. As they try to heal from their haunted pasts, their complex relationship takes centre stage. But don’t worry—plenty of fan-favourite characters and ships make appearances, with some chapters dedicated to their own arcs, too!

Natasha carries the crushing weight of her guilt from the Red Room, while Wanda is still reeling from the loss of Pietro and her traumatic time with Hydra. Both of them are battling mental health issues, and let me tell you—it’s a rollercoaster. There are moments of pure joy, others of heart-wrenching pain, and some downright brutal lows. Yet, they’re constantly working through it. I’m pouring all of my personal trauma into these characters, and honestly, it’s cruel, but in a way, it’s also healing.

I’ll admit, I haven’t finished writing this story yet, so I can’t promise you a happy ending—but here’s hoping we get there. Who knows what’ll happen?

This story tackles some major heavy topics, so please check the tags for potential triggers and take care of yourself!

If anyone actually sees this, thank you and please don't be too harsh🥲

[chaxan08]

Yelena, leaning up to kiss Kate: Why do you have to be so tall?

Kate, laughing: Would you prefer me on my knees?

Yelena: Yes.

Kate: What?

Yelena: What??

Peter: For Thor's sake!

[hard-core-super-star]

cross that line again [Y.Belova + K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x kate bishop; yelena belova x yelena belova

summary: kate calls yelena for help fixing the mess she created. things don't exactly go to plan and the russian is forced to face some uncomfortable truths about her desires.

warnings: SMUT -> minors do not interact [selfcest; porn with little plot; character exploration in the midst of spicy stuff; yelena seduces herself; face sitting/cunilingus; fingering; yelena's in a bit of a domme mood; bishova is more than implied; did not proofread this enough

wordcount: 5k

a/n: a second commission has hit the blog! (yes, this is a smosh reference, shut up-) i was absolutely captivated by this idea the first time around and this second part did not disappoint. i don't write for yelena very often so getting to explore her character like this was super interesting for me. i think that's all i have to say, hope you enjoy and thanks for the support <3

[buy me a coffee]

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If two days ago you would have told Kate that she'd be waking up in the morning next to herself, she would have assumed you were playing a joke on her. Sure, she'd seen a lot of weird things ever since becoming an official Avenger but that was a bit much.

At least that's what she would have thought at any other time.

Today, though, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was herself. Looking at her with a smile brighter than the sun coming in through the windows.

"Hey, you."

She was still getting used to hearing her voice come from somewhere that wasn't her own mouth. It was strange but she found herself getting more and more used to the familiarity hidden inside those pale blue eyes.

Sure, they were the same person and all but that didn't stop her thoughts from wandering whenever they looked at each other too long. It'd been so long since she'd felt like this for anyone and she'd be an idiot to ignore her desires.

"Morning, sunshine," she replied. "Sleep well?"

"Hell yes." Somehow, the smile on her face grew wider. "I feel reborn."

"I don't think that's because of the sleep, though." The smirk on her face made the double meaning in her words more than clear.

Her other self laughed, her hand coming up to playfully punch her shoulder. "Shut up, jerk."

"Jerk? That's not what you were calling me last night."

She was sure she'd never seen someone blush so hard so far. It was one of the most adorable things she had ever seen and she filed away the new discovery for later.

"Oh my god, shut up!"

"Make me." Her hands gripped the brunette's hips and she pulled her closer, laughing at the way she instantly tried to hide her flustered face in her neck.

"You're the worst."

She could hear the smile in her words and in turn, she snuck her hands under her shirt, drawing random shapes just to hear her gasp. "You're such a crybaby, Kate."

"Stop talking," she grumbled, getting her revenge by attaching her lips to a particularly sensitive spot on her neck.

Kate let out a soft gasp of her own at the feeling and she took advantage of the moment to dig her nails into the brunette's skin.

They spent most of the morning like this, riling each other up until the teasing grew to be too much to bear and they ended up tangled in each other. Over and over and over again.

Guess they really did sleep better than they had in months considering how much energy they had.

It took a long time, and more than a few orgasms, before they were able to keep their hands to themselves long enough to get up from her bed. It took all her self-restraint to not follow past Kate into the bathroom after she announced she was going to shower. She really really wanted to but she held back in order to call Yelena and briefly update her on what had happened.

Needless to say, the Russian didn't believe a single word she said and accused Kate of taking one too many edibles. Instead of arguing more ("That was one time, 'Lena!"), she simply told the blonde to come over and help them figure out what to do next.

She did sort of leave out the part about her and her other self being…more than friendly with each other but they'd cross that bridge when they got there.

A bridge that got way too close way too fast.

It wasn't like she wanted Yelena to walk in on them in the middle of an unplanned make-out session. But of course, the Russian decided to let herself into the apartment, without making any noise because she's "far more talented than that", and caught them in quite a…compromising position.

In her defense, it was hard to concentrate on making breakfast for them when the other brunette was wrapping her arms around her and kissing her neck. They were lucky she did it before she turned the stove on.

That did mean she ended up getting turned around and pressed up against the fridge but she didn't really mind.

At least, until Yelena coughed loudly and broke them out of their lust-filled bubble.

"Shit!" They exclaimed as they broke apart, their faces wearing matching blushes.

"You…you were not lying." She was sure she'd never seen Yelena look so genuinely shocked before. "There are two of you."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Kate said with an affectionate eye roll. "Tell me something I don't know."

"First, you have to tell me how this happened."

The Kate's shared a quick glance, the softness in their eyes directed toward the blonde and the way certain phrases still flew over her head. It was incredibly endearing but they'd never tell her that (mainly because she would instantly kill them afterward).

Despite the incredibility of their situation, they told Yelena everything that happened. Well, almost everything. They told her about the witch coven and the weird spell and the time travel but not about their hookup. Maybe it was silly considering she'd seen them making out and all but they still decided against it.

It would have all been fine if the blonde hadn't noticed something while they were in the middle of planning their move against the coven.

"Bishop," she said, her eyes trained on the side of Kate's neck. "What is that?"

"What's what?" Kate responded as her hand instinctively came up to cover her neck like she was a teenager sneaking around her mom's back again.

One simple look from the blonde had her wishing she didn't try to hide the truth from her. Damn Yelena and her scary assassin glare.

"Do not play dumb with me." Her tone left no room for sarcastic responses or stupid jokes.

"It's a, uh…a hickey," she mumbled, her eyes shifting from Yelena to her alternate.

They shared a long look, although the other brunette looked far too amused for her liking, and completely missed the shock that covered the Russian's face. Shock that was mixed with a bit of curiosity…and a lot of confusion.

"How does that even work?"

Past Kate jumped at the opportunity to answer far too quick for her to stop her from talking. "Well, when two people like each other very much-"

"Shut up!" She smacked the other brunette's shoulder right as she erupted into laughter. Of course, only she could find embarrassing her funny.

Yelena let out a long sigh at their antics. "That is not what I meant, Kate Bishop."

The disappointment in her voice made Kate laugh too and it helped reassure her that at the very least, she didn't think there was something wrong with them for being with each other in such an intimate way.

She most certainly thought it was weird but she couldn't blame her for that when even they thought it was weird. But good. Very good considering the way past Kate moaned their name all night.

It was incredibly hard for both of them to focus after that, especially since they could now be as affectionate as they wanted without feeling awkward about it. Kate had always dreamed about having a partner who allowed her to be touchy and borderline clingy without getting annoyed with her. She just never dreamed about said partner being herself.

It made more sense than she'd like but she wasn't about to complain. Not when the other archer knew exactly what she liked, how she liked it, and how often she needed it.

She could definitely get used to this.

Yelena, on the other hand, did not want to get used to this. To the way the Kates clung to each other, whispering snarky little comments to each other and and making each other giggle nonstop.

It wasn't like she was jealous or anything, she was simply annoyed that it took them an extra hour to come up with a plan since the handsy brunettes kept getting distracted by each other. It also didn't help that Kate was the only one out of them who had actually been inside the coven's meeting place and she couldn't focus for more than a minute at a time.

She was used to her short attention span but this was getting ridiculous.

It didn't help that there were two of them and she was the only one genuinely trying to solve their problems. Problems that would have been avoided had Kate actually listened to her for once and avoided interacting with their target.

She wished she could be mad but, sadly, the archer was too endearing for her to be genuinely upset at her. (She could practically hear Natasha making fun of her for being such a "softie" after all.)

Thankfully, they managed to somehow come up with a plan that didn't totally sound like a failure and didn't include them crashing through the ceiling of the hideout.

That being said, she still thought it was a shitty plan. Especially since it relied on Kate not getting distracted by her affectionate alternate.

She decided not arguing was the best course of action and before she knew it, she was getting dragged along by two overconfident archers. There was no rush but neither of them listened to her (what a surprise) and insisted they put their plan in action sooner rather than later.

Her initial complaints about bringing no supplies with her were instantly silenced by "future" Kate who reminded her of all the things she'd stored in the spare bedroom. Maybe storing some of her weapons and vests at the archer's apartment hadn't been the worst idea in the world.

And no, she wasn't just saying that because it made the brunette smile when she admitted she had been right.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Kate was worse than a broken clock and she could only be right once a day. She wasn't sure why she still blindly trusted her when it was clear she was the worst strategist she'd ever met.

That being said, the archer did technically manage to get them inside the building without much hassle. It was what happened afterward that solidified how little she should trust her from now on.

When Kate told her what had happened when she faced the coven the first time, she conviniently forgot to mention the part where they were looking for Yelena. And now the archer had brought her right to the witches doorstep.

"I have to give it to you, Ms. Bishop," the so-called leader said. "You have a way of making my job way easier."

She cursed under her breath, her annoyance growing as two pairs of slightly panicked blue eyes found each other.

They had done everything right, or at least they thought they had. They'd even listened to Clint's usual advice! They watched from afar, cut the lights and caused a distraction to make sure the leader was left by herself. The plan couldn't have been more badass than that!

And yet here they all were.

"What? Not even two of you can come up with something to say?"

"Only I can make fun of them," Yelena said, her hand already reaching for her knife. "And you are not as smart as you think you are."

"Bold words coming from exactly the person I was looking for."

"There is one thing you clearly do not know about me," the Russian said as she pulled out her knife, her feet carrying her closer to the woman. "I do not waste time chit-chatting."

Kate grimaced while she watched her do the one thing she told her not to do: rush at her enemy. She shouldn't have been surprised, though. When did she actually listen to her?

Both archers did what they could to back Yelena up but what happened next was inevitable.

One second, Yelena was right in front of her, knife in hand as she charged at the coven leader.

Then, she blinked.

And the blonde was gone.

Thankfully, the other archer managed to tackle the witch as Kate stared dumbfounded at the spot where the Russian had just been.

It took her a few seconds to realize what her sudden disappearance meant.

Yelena had been sent back in time.

Shit.

The Russian was going to kill her for sure. * * *

There weren't many things Yelena was sure of but she was sure Kate Bishop was going to be the death of her.

Not because she made her feel things she wasn't used to feeling or because she somehow always came up with the weirdest mission plans. No, she was going to be death of her because she got her sent back in time by a fucking witch coven.

What had her life turned into?

Maybe she would have been more on edge about the whole thing if she hadn't been forced to listen to not one, but two Kate's explain how she'd been sent back in time and found some sense of peace in herself.

As weird, and annoying, as their obvious feelings for each other were, it made her feel a bit better about the whole thing. At least she wouldn't be alone…although she was doubtful her other self would be as excited to spend time with herself as the archer had been.

She tried not to think about it too much, there was no use worrying about how she was going to explain this situation to her past self. All she could do was hope she wouldn't have to fight herself. There was no telling how long that could last.

The walk to her homebase was longer than she would have liked but eventually, she arrived and went through the long process of getting inside. Everyone thought she was a touch too paranoid but she'd rather be safe than sorry. Plus, Kate had offered to "buff up" her home security for free and she couldn't find it in herself to refuse.

That's how she ended up with a ridiculous amount of locks and a high-tech digital identity verification system. It was pretty cool in her eyes, even if it made getting pizza deliveries a pain in the ass.

She made her way through her front door, doing her best to not alert her alternate self of her presence. Sneaking up on her would surely be a bad idea but she also didn't want to burst in and risk getting attacked.

She found her past self in the kitchen and loudly coughed to get her attention.

The blonde instantly looked up, her eyes widening slightly once she saw her.

"Who are you?" Her past self asked, her hand already reaching for the knife tucked into her belt. "How did you get in?"

"I'm you, idiot," she replied, unable to stop her eyes from rolling. She understood her other self's apprehension, she would be reacting the same way had she not spent far too long in the company of one too many Kate's. "I have security access."

"That is impossible."

She suddenly understood what Kate meant when she said she often had "dry and obvious" responses. She still didn't understand why the brunette liked it so much, though. It was definitely annoying.

"If it was, I wouldn't be here right now," she replied just as drily.

Somehow, her response seemed to make sense to the Russian. A beat of silence passed before she nodded in what seemed to be approval. "Good point."

"That…that is it?" She asked, eyeing her suspiciously. "That is all it took for you to believe me?"

"Would you like me to fight you? Because honestly, I am still sore from my morning workout."

They locked eyes for a second before bursting into laughter. It was so weird but it felt right, somehow. She didn't have to guess or walk around eggshells, they both managed to understand each other in seconds without even using words.

Shit.

She was starting to think like Kate Bishop.

It seemed borderline impossible but maybe…Kate had a point. Maybe no one could make her feel as seen and understood as herself.

Maybe there was nothing wrong with wanting to explore a connection that deep.

"So, how did you get here, anyway?" Her past self asked once their giggles had died down. "I am assuming a mission went wrong?"

"You have no idea how wrong," she replied with an eyeroll. "I'm never trusting Kate Bishop's plans again."

"Why am I not surprised Kate is involved?" The amusement in her tone was difficult to hide. "Maybe we should go to her apartment and talk to her."

Her mind instantly filled with thoughts she didn't want to have. Thoughts filled of the activities both Kates were currently involved in…and the hickies that would be left behind. "I do not think she'd enjoy the…interruption."

"What are you talking about?"

"She is…enjoying some quality time with herself."

"What do you-" Past Yelena's face twisted into a mixture of surprise and confusion as the realization hit her. "You cannot be serious."

It was strange but she found herself growing somewhat defensive over the archers. She swore it wasn't because she approved of what they were doing or anything. It was simply because she saw how happy Kate looked with her other self. As much as it pained her to admit, she'd never seen her look like that before.

"I am," she replied, doing her best to keep her voice level. "Is that a problem?"

It was almost comical how quick she was to fluster. No one was ever able to make her blush and she felt a little proud of herself for achieving it so quickly.

"What Kate Bishop does in her free time is none of my business."

She couldn't stop herself from laughing. Her words would have been believable if they weren't the same person. Unfortunately for her past self, she knew the truth hidden beneath the surface.

The secrets she'd never tell another soul…except herself.

"So…you do not mind, then?" She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "It is not weird?"

They were the same person, she knew that, but she also knew what she would have said 24 hours ago. It wasn't like she was thinking of doing anything with her past self but…maybe she wanted to know she could.

"It's not the weirdest thing I've heard about Kate Bishop," the blonde said with a shrug. "I do not think it's for me, though."

Yelena should have let the conversation die there. It would have been easy to simply shut up and do something else. Talk about anything else. And yet she couldn't let it go.

She couldn't stop herself from asking the one question that had been on her mind since she'd walked in on both Kates making out.

"You are not even a little curious?" Her feet carried her across the kitchen floor without her even thinking until she was standing right in front of her past self.

She expected the blonde to shrug and step back from her. Maybe throw a warning her way and move on. But after all, they were the same person and the same things made them tick.

They shared the same, unspoken, fantasies and she knew exactly what to do. Where to look, where to linger with a soft touch.

She almost couldn't believe she was doing this but then again, she'd spent the past day more than a little frustrated. Haunted by ridiculously bad ideas featuring two pairs of identical blue eyes. Who better to give her some relief than herself?

"Curious about what?" Her alternate tried to appear unaffected but she knew herself better than that. She caught the clench in her jaw and her distracted eyes. "We are the same, your body is my body."

"That may be true…" She trailed off, her hand trailing down her arm. "But it will not feel the same."

The blonde rolled her eyes in response but she didn't push her off. She didn't seem to fully agree with her thoughts and yet she wasn't doing anything to stop her.

Yelena smelled a challenge and she wasn't about to back down without a fight.

Her hands found their way onto past Yelena's waist, slowly slipping under the hem of her muscle tank and tracing her stomach. The shiver her actions drew from her made her smirk and she couldn't help but feel a little proud of herself.

"This is wrong, you know that?"

The question made her chuckle. All it did was make her more emboldened, rather than embarrassed. Compared to all of the horrible things she'd ever done in her life, this felt like a walk in the park.

This was her choice.

And after years of feeling like she had no choice but to do what someone else wanted her to do, this moment bordered on therapeutic. Not to mention, ridiculously arousing.

"I don't know, you seem to be enjoying it a lot." She emphasized her point by gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it off in one quick move.

"Fuck off."

She opened her mouth to tease her again but her other self didn't let her get very far. The blonde gripped her arms in a tight hold and moved her back until they made it to the living room.

A part of her wanted to fight back but she was a little too intrigued to stop her.

She allowed her to push her down onto the couch, taking a seat and subconsciously spreading her legs.

"Do not get any ideas," her past self said as she dropped to her knees in front of her. "I am just doing this to shut you up."

"If you say so." The amusement in her voice was more than clear.

It took the other blonde almost no time to reach out and start taking off her vest. Her fingers worked fast to undo the straps and push the garment off her shoulders.

With the vest out of the way, she was able to remove her tight compression shirt but not before very clearly admiring the way the fabric hugged her breasts. It momentarily reminded her of Kate which only served to remind her how desperate she was for relief.

"I think you are the one that's enjoying this a lot," past Yelena murmured, groping and squeezing her breasts through her top.

"Well, it was my idea," she replied as she arched her back into her touch.

The blonde hummed in response, her eyes darkening slightly despite how unaffected she claimed to be. "Naughty girl."

"Careful, I'm the one in charge here."

Her words were met with an eye roll and a pair of impatient hands that continued undressing her. Neither of them were complaining, though, so she allowed her shirt and bra to be removed in one quick move.

The cold air of the room caused her slightly hard nipples to fully harden and she could see her other self's restraint slipping in real time. That was all it took for her to move.

She reached for the blonde's hands and did her best to not smirk when she felt how tense she got as she pulled her hands toward her breasts. "What is the problem? Scared you'll like it?"

"You need to stop talking," she grumbled.

Despite her feigned annoyance, she fulfilled Yelena's unspoken order. They both shivered the second her hands wrapped around her breasts, her thumbs instantly rubbing over her nipples.

The moan that left her lips came out more like a growl, her nails digging into the other blonde's wrists. "And you need to start behaving."

Her words were met with a low chuckle. "Is that what you want? Did you run out of people to order around or something?"

She couldn't help but find her defiance attractive. She knew the reasons for it, the fire that burned underneath the surface, hot enough to burn anyone who dared get too close. But she wasn't just "anyone".

She pulled her past self closer until their faces were inches apart, her alternate's arms almost fully wrapped around her neck. Her words were a mere whisper as she spoke. "Maybe I just know you'll be far more obedient than anyone else."

If looks could kill, she'd be six feet under right now. "You are wrong."

"Then why are you on your knees for me?"

It was subtle but the fire in the blonde's eyes changed. The traces of defiance were still there and yet there was no denying the desire that was slowly starting to overtake the green in her eyes. She was sure she'd never seen a more captivating sight.

She waited for the snarky reply that was surely about to fly out of past Yelena's mouth but it never came. Instead, she was met with a smirk before she crashed her lips against hers.

The kiss felt wrong in all the best ways. It was messy and rough and far more passionate than anything she had shared with her recent flings. They had all been stupid moments of weakness meant to distract her from her unprofessional thoughts about a certain archer.

This was different, though.

It bordered on forbidden and yet that made it all the more exciting. Something the other blonde was feeling too given the way she was attempting to straddle her leg.

She wasn't quite ready to give her what she wanted yet. She had a much better idea.

"Lay down, detka." The roughness of her voice contrasted perfectly with the softness of her fingers as she caressed the side of the blonde's face. "And do not make me repeat myself."

Past Yelena huffed but she obeyed her perfectly just like she had expected. With her obedience came the rush of power that turned her on like nothing else.

It took her no time at all to discard the few articles of clothing left on her body, doing her best not to laugh at how desperate her alternate looked. The way her eyes trailed over every inch of revealed skin did little to soothe the throbbing between her legs.

Her intentions were more than clear once she sank down right above the other blonde's face. She briefly considering ordering her to keep her hands to herself but the way she instantly gripped onto her thighs to pull her down was far too arousing to tell her to stop.

A sharp gasp left her lips as she felt her mouth make contact with her soaked cunt. She hadn't even realized how wet she'd gotten from just a few touched. She'd be embarrassed if she wasn't so sure the other woman was on the same boat.

"There you go," she murmured as her hands landed on her other self's chest for stability. The action made her have to lean forward and she relished the strangled moan her movements earned her.

She ground her hips against the blonde's face, her eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of her desperate licks against her clit. "Come on, you can do better than that, can't you?"

She expected to hear a complaint but it didn't come. That didn't mean her other self didn't express her dislike for being ordered around in a different way, though. It's how she ended up with her lips fully wrapped around her sensitive clit and two fingers teasingly poking at her entrance.

The urge to ask for more was strong despite her desire to stay in control. It wasn't her fault considering her pleasure wasn't exactly in her hands. It was in the hands of her alternate self who was having too much fun being a brat and pushing her buttons.

Thankfully, it seemed like all she wanted was to hear her moans turn slightly whinier. Once she got what she wanted, she sunk her fingers into her pussy and doubled her efforts in an attempt to make her completely fall apart.

"Fucking hell-" She gasped, unable to stop her hips from chasing after her fingers every time she pulled out. "Don't fucking stop."

"Or what?" Her other self muttered.

A part of her wanted to tell her off for stopping to talk but the vibrations felt incredible.

"I'll tie you up and leave you there all day." It was, admittedly, a shitty threat but it wasn't like her brain was currently working at full capacity.

"You think I will not like that?" Her fingers sped up once more, curling just enough to bring her closer to the edge with each thrust.

"I don't think you want to find out, oh-"

The rest of her words died in her throat as she started to suck on her clit again, her tongue drawing rapid circles against the swollen bud.

"Just like that- Fuck!"

Her orgasm hit her like a truck. Her hips shook almost uncontrollably as she continued to grind against the other blonde, the feeling of her nails digging into her skin only adding to the pleasurable sensations currently overwhelming her body.

For someone so obsessed with being in control and having the upper hand at all times, this moment felt freeing rather than uncomfortable. It felt far better than anything she'd experienced before and a realization hit her as she rolled off of herself before she took advantage of her blissed out state.

"Motherfucker," she mumbled with a laugh.

"What?" Her other self asked, her eyes dancing with amusement.

"Kate Bishop was right."

They shared a look before erupting into a fit of giggles, both of them far too breathless to actually laugh.

"We are never telling her that."

"I agree," she replied as her smile turned into a smirk. "But for now, I think someone deserves a reward."

Even if they didn't tell her, she'd be able to notice the peculiar marks that covered their necks and the obvious blush on their cheeks whenever they made eye contact.

Who could blame them, though? After all, Kate had been the one to put the idea of spending quality time with herself in their head in the first place.

[noturlondonboy]

So GP!Kate. Tell us more. Does Yelena tease her? Does Kate like the "teething" requests from Yelena? Has Yelena struggled to walk the next morning?

18+ post mdni

-Yelena is the biggest fucking tease around, and as much as Kate groans and bemoans about it, they both know she loves it. It’ll be a normal day with normal things, but Yelena will use any and every excuse to rub up agaisnt Kate’s crotch in any capacity. Sometimes it’s genuinely innocent and she’s not trying to tease, but more often than not she’s absolutely fully aware how her girlfriend feels about Yelena’s ass pressed up against her bulge.

-Kate also has extremely sensitive hips, so Yelena’s second best option is to rest her hands on Kate’s waist and slip her fingers under her waistband

-Kate is, of course, a massive fan of Yelena sucking her off, and never says no when Yelena either offers a blow job or expresses the horny desire to have her girlfriend in her mouth. Most often it’s for Yelena’s own pleasure in the first place- she truly just enjoys lavishing Kate with her mouth. The fact that Yelena likes to suck her off not only to pleasure her but because it gets her off only makes Kate harder.

(This is possibly autistic!Yelena as well. Just saying.)

-when Yelena “teethes” she’s very gentle and careful with her teeth. She likes to just gently suck on a few inches in her mouth and nibble softly on the head of Kate’s dick, always watching to make sure she’s not hurting her. It’s honestly her favorite way to sate the oral fixation.

-Kate is always happy to indulge Yelena when she wants to teethe, too. Who in their right mind would say no to Yelena Belova asking to suck your dick?

-Yelena gets railed within an inch of her life plenty, and Kate is always the softest ever for the day after when her girl is sore and achy. They always both work together to take care of each other, and aftercare consists of snacks and a bath and cuddles galore.

[loislame84]

[doomtheshroom]

The Eggnog Truce

Kate and Yelena are two rival cafe owners on opposite sides of a snowy street. Each year, they compete to see who makes the best eggnog in town. When a snowstorm traps them both in the same building, repressed feelings arise as they wait for help.

Week 3 for the Bishova Holiday Challenge 2024 is underway with the theme of Eggnog

Here is my entry with a short and sweet story that ends in a fiery explosion. IYKYK. I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think!

Rules and prompts can be found on my page as I've reblogged from the original creator: hawkeyejrhuntress

[arrowbites]

It's still an ongoing conversion.