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[higherfurther-romanova]

Surrender... (Kinktober | Day 1)

Warnings: Dark themes, knife play, swearing, rough sex, dark reader, degradation, praising, a hint of angst at the end.

Word Count: 1,115

Pairing: Female Reader x Natasha Romanoff

A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote smut without losing motivation so have mercy. 

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Shield agents surrounded the building, some had pushed the block in to fight some unruly guards, but the one that had all of your attention was a certain redhead thinking she was being sneaky behind you. 

“Romanoff,” You finally broke the silence, chuckling as you heard her soft footsteps come to a halt. 

“I was waiting to see how long it would take you to finally say something.” She covered up quickly. 

You turned around to face her and looked her up and down with a raised eyebrow. Leaning back against the table behind you, “To what do I owe the…” Your eyes drifted down to the tightly gripped gun pointed at you, “The agony of your presence?” 

“Surrender, (Y/N).” She said firmly, adjusting the grip on her gun, “I don’t want to have to bring you in dead, but I will.” 

“That shouldn’t be necessary,” You said a bit too relaxed for her liking. 

“I have agents surrounding this building, (y/l/n), I don’t know what you’re trying to pull but it’s not going to work.” She took a step towards you in an attempt to be intimidating. 

You looked down at the gun pressing against your chest, “Pull the trigger.” You challenged her. 

“(Y/N)-” 

“If you’re so desperate to finish your mission, then finish it.” You raised an eyebrow, “Want me to do it? Has the widow forgotten how to kill her prey?” 

She scoffed and pushed the barrel into your chest, “I’ve not forgotten.” She gritted through her teeth. You ripped the gun from her hand and pointed it back at her, backing her up until she ran into the table across from where you were. Without any hesitation you pulled the trigger, nothing happened but a small click, “God damn it, you’re weak…” 

She looked at the ground a bit ashamed that she had managed to let her guard fall that much around you but you gently tilted her head up with the tip of your index finger. Her soft green eyes met yours as you tried to read the situation. 

“What do you want?” You asked, picking up on the mischievous look in her eyes. 

“I want you…” She whispered. 

“That’s fucking pathetic.” You lifted her on top of the hard surface, pulling your knife from its sheath and pushing it against her throat, “Do better.” 

She let out something between a whimper and a moan, “Fuck me…” 

“Do you want it?” You asked serious enough to where it wasn’t forceful in a way that would make her feel obligated to say yes, but still in that harsh and raspy tone that had her knees weak.

“Yes!” She yelped as she felt your knee press against her core the second the word left her mouth. “Fuck, I want your huge cock buried in my desperate cunt…” 

A growl escaped deep from your chest as you practically ripped open her suit, immediately latching your mouth to her full tits. She tilted her head back, mouth wide open before reaching between the two of you to undo your suit as well. It hit the ground as soon as you pulled away from her chest, you looked at her with hungry eyes, the color barely able to be seen at this point. Without a warning, you shoved two fingers into her tight hole, your knife falling out of your grasp on the table beside the two of you. You were mesmerized by the smell of her arousal. Her back arched into you and you wrapped your lips around the pink nub, rolling the other one between your fingers. You felt her walls tighten around your fingers at this, causing you to let out a moan at her reaction. She lifted your head from her nipple and pulled your lips into her’s. The kiss was heavy and aggressive but filled with passion, you could feel her smiling into it. When she finally pulled away, she looked you dead in the eyes, 

“Fuck me.” She said as she grabbed the knife from beside her and placed it in your hand. She closed your hand and pulled the blade up to her throat. Your breath was labored, as you watched her every move. You pulled your fingers out of her and put them up to her lips which she gladly accepted. She swirled her tongue around them with a smirk on her face, licking every drop of her arousal off of them.

“Good girl.” You said in a praising tone as you ran the head of the toy through her folds teasingly, causing her hips to buck up into you in a wordless plead. 

You chuckled, feeling that you had teased the widow enough and thrust the toy into her without warning. 

“FUCK-” She moaned loudly, it definitely came through the coms, which she hadn’t seem to think about before any of this, but do you dare warn her?

You moved your hips at a bruising speed, leaving no time for her to adjust or prepare herself. The sound of your skin slapping together, pants and moans, the unholy sounds coming from between her legs, and gasps filled the large room. You pressed the knife closer to her throat, never getting enough of the way she would throw her head back in pleasure as the cold blade made contact with her skin.

“Such a desperate fucking cunt taking my cock so well,” You grunted between thrusts, drawing whimpers out of the woman. Feeling her walls tighten around the silicone, you snaked your hand around her waist to rub small circles on her clit, causing her to arch her back into you. 

“Fuck… harder, please?” She begged, grinding her ass into your front, groaning at the feeling of your body pressed against her. You sped up your thrusts to the point where the table was knocking against the wall, her thighs were probably digging into the edge of it, but neither of you could find it in yourselves to care due to how fast approaching Nat’s orgasm was. You could hear the way Natasha was running out of breath as she begged to cum, “Fuck… I need to cum-” Her pathetic pleads were interrupted by you pulling out just to the tip and slamming back in, hurtling her over the edge, “Then come for me, honey…” You rasped, continuing to push further into her to let her ride out her high. By the time she had come back down, she was a panting and sweating mess bent over a somehow still standing table. 

You pulled out and pulled her up into your arms, brushing her hair out of her face, “Good girl. You did so well…” You assured her, just cherishing the time you had with her in your arms before she would either turn you in or you would run and possibly never see her again.

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[lesbian-dp]

The Morning After

Kinktober 2022

Day Twenty-Five

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 595

Warnings: Moring sex, hungover sex, cockwarming, talks of underage drinking, strap on (duh)

Request: Nope.

Summary: The morning after the frat party, you wake up beside Natasha, only to repeat the actions the day before.

A/N: This is a part two of ‘Thigh Mega Tampon’.

Ko-Fi

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18+ ONLY

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You awoke the next day, in the late morning, with a sickly headache, thanks to your hangover.

You hadn't even opened your eyes yet, but still, the sun blazing through your uncovered window glared into the lids of your eyes.

With a scrunched-up face, you turned it away, letting out a whimpered groan deep in your chest. Yet you heard another sound, mimicking yours, from the space beside you on the bed.

Ripping your eyes open, you fought against the blaring sun to peer at the body beside yours. Spotting the beautiful -and naked- red-head you had spent the night with prior, out in the backyard of the frat house of 'Kappa Beta Gamma'. The woman whose name you found out was Natasha.

"Your head feel like it's gonna fall off too?"

She groaned softly once more, easing her eyes open, barely, turning to peer at you over her shoulder, "How could I have a hangover this bad. I don't remember drinking��this much."

"Maybe we just forgot pounding a full bottle of vodka. Each."

Natasha 'humphed' softly, turning back to snuggle into the pillow, hoping to sleep the hangover off. However, as soon as she shifted around, trying to get comfortable when she gasped suddenly.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" you asked worriedly, hand sliding down to her hip, hovering over the red-head's shoulder, evaluating her expression for any signs of pain.

Her green eyes connected with yours, letting you watch as her pupils expanded and her breath shallowed.

You were confused by her reaction, curious as to what was running through her mind, along with the worry you still felt for her. That was until you gasped yourself.

All thanks to Natasha rolling her hips back into yours, and the realization dawned on you.

The strap you had worn last night to fuck the beautiful girl was still secured around your hips and deep within her.

"Jesus Christ," you whispered, leaning down to push your face into her neck, "You want it even now?"

"Can you blame me? I think sex would make me feel a lot better."

With a hum, she reached back to thread her fingers into your hair as you mouthed at her neck, learning nips and wet kisses across the area. Holding her hip as you began thrusting into her from behind.

"I just think you're insatiable," you chuckled into her neck.

Sliding your arm under the red-head's body, your free hand, the girl folded her fingers between yours before you pulled your entwined hands to her abdomen. While your other slid around to play with her throbbing clit. Still able to use your grip on her to pull her down against your thrusts.

"Oh God, Y/N."

"Fuck, I love it when you moan my name."

With a giggle, Natasha replied, "Maybe next time I'll let you film it, so you can hear it whenever you want."

You grunted, pounding into her harder in reaction, spurring on her orgasm. With her cry of your name, your head throbbed painfully, reminding you of your hangover, bringing on a light ringing in your ears.

Natasha panted against your lips, pressing hisses onto your lips, no less passionate to the last. With her nose brushing against yours, she whispered, "I don't want you to be just a one-night stand."

"I could tell that from the whole filming you thing," you joked. Another kiss to her lips, "But I feel the same way."

With that, and her smile, sealed the deal for your coming years at the university.

... and perhaps there after.

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[thewitchandtheassassin]

Little Spider (Yelena Belova x Reader)

Summary: There’s only so much denial a girl can offer before it all comes crashing down.

Words: 2122

Warnings: SMUT! Language.

A/N: Practicing for Kinktober maybe. I dunno.

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-X-

Months ago the twitch in Yelena's brow would've made Kate scurry away with a panicked laugh, but right now, sitting in the Avenger's Compound, she couldn't stop from giggling sporadically at her embarrassed friend and floor-mate. It was absolutely ridiculous to see the extensively trained, cool former assassin gobsmacked and blushing as she fumbled to find a retort that was both scathing and dismissive of Kate's assessment.

"Admit it. You want (Y/N) to just slam you against a wall and fuck your brains out," Kate teased. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with that. She's sweet and strong and I bet she could lift you up the -"

"Shut up!" Yelena squeaked, glancing around the empty kitchen. "She is my sister's best friend. That would - that would be weird."

"That would be insanely hot," Kate argued. "Have you ever watched her train? Because I'm pretty sure every other living, breathing person in the Compound has outside of maybe Steve and Tony."

Noticing the flash of shame crossing Yelena's features, Kate sighed. She reached out, squeezing the blonde's wrist comfortingly.

"I know you're not good with your feelings considering the whole kill or be killed thing you did before this. But everyone around here seems to know you're special to (Y/N) except you. Of all the people she interacts with daily, there are exactly three people that she's given nicknames to. Everyone else is either being affectionately - or sometimes legitimately, depending on who's pissed her off that day - insulted or just called by our last names. She calls me Bishop so much that I forget I have a first name when we're on missions together."

Creases blossomed between her brows as she considered Kate's words.

"I -"

"Morning, ladies," Natasha greeted cheerfully, a tank-top clad you trailing behind with a tolerant smirk.

"Bishop."

You nodded, patting the Avenger-in-Training's hair playfully, ignoring her shriek of indignation at the ruffling of her neatly tied locks. As your gaze drifted to Yelena, your smirk softened into a genuine smile.

"Hello, little spider."

The gentleness in your voice stole the breath from her lungs, cheeks going aflame as Kate's assurances settled in her chest. It was easy to dismiss the signs when they weren't in front of her but she couldn't overlook the obvious differences from Kate to herself when they were presented so blatantly.

So lost in her own head, she barely registered a mouth nearing her ear until your hot breath caressed the reddened shell.

"You okay?" you whispered, a worried frown tugging at your lips. "You look upset."

"I am - I'm okay," she choked out, wincing at how unbelievable her reply sounded. "Just Kate being the annoying brat she is."

Countless lessons in lying yet she couldn't keep her voice from cracking under the pressure of your concerned probing. If only her handlers could see the mess she had become over a single woman.

"(Y/N), stop flirting with my sister. We're training new agents today and being late would be a terrible start. You can stick your tongue down her throat later when I can't see it," Natasha teased, earning a scathing glare from you, grinning at the startled noise that escaped her sister.

"Oh, as if I haven't walked in on you with your hand up Wanda's skirt. Appropriate payback, I would think," you hissed, pressing a lingering kiss to Yelena's cheek before righting yourself. “A little tongue… maybe some silicon.”

Grimacing at the thought of catching you in a similar position with the woman she'd protected since they were children, Natasha ushered you out of the kitchen. "Wanda isn't your sister."

"Close enough."

Waiting until the bickering faded, Kate studied the stunned blonde.

"Are you thinking about it now?"

"...yes."

Proud, Kate stole a piece of cold bacon from Yelena's plate and bit the end with a devious gleam in her eye. Not because Kate wanted it but because, for a split second, she was faster than Yelena – which was a complete first – and she was planning to take advantage of the few moments of victory she had.

"See? Told you. Hot."

-X-

           Strolling into the training room with a false sense of confidence and one thought in mind, Yelena made sure no stray agents waiting to garner your attention before meeting you near the punching bag; the same bag she'd watched you hit a hundred times. The same bag she'd often stayed near whenever you spoke with her after a workout session.

Where she realized she'd fallen in love with you.

Sensing the blonde Widow, you threw a final hit before turning to face her with the barest hint of a smile playing at the corners of your mouth.

"Hello, spi -"

Yelena's lithe body slamming into yours nearly knocked you to the ground but quick footwork kept you both from hitting the floor, arms tight around her waist while her hands grasped at the base of your neck desperately. An incessant mouth met yours in a fierce, needy dance that you never hesitated to participate in, tongues acquainting while you tried to understand the sudden change.

You would never complain about Yelena wanting to kiss you, but you’d anticipated a long talk about feelings – walking her through the strongest of them, like you had with Natasha when she was dealing with the emotions she felt whenever Wanda was near – before ever reaching this moment but you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

She panted into your mouth, pliant and soft in your embrace as she silently begged for more. To lose control and let you hold the reins, merely a puppet to the pleasure.

Nimble digits wandered up her torso, wrapping delicately around her flushed throat as you kept her mouth firmly against yours. You weren't surprised that Yelena was submissive in moments of passion, always following in her sister’s footsteps. Natasha had drunkenly admitted one night that she felt safer not being in the seat of power; their training had never given them a chance for weakness - for a lack of control in any situation - so there was something wondrous in offering that to another person. Letting someone they trust give orders.

Yelena's moan sent fire careening through your blood and it took everything within you to slow the kiss to a simple brushing of lips.

"We should talk," you murmured, fighting the urges coursing through you.

"I don't want to talk," Yelena whispered. "I want you."

Growling low in your throat, your lips drifted from her mouth to her ear, capturing the lobe between sharp teeth. Tongue carefully stroking around the piercing residing there, you trailed them along the shell as your hand slipped from her neck into her blonde tresses.

“Are you sure you want this? Because I have no issues fucking you on the mat beneath our feet if you’re serious,” you murmured, the dangerous promise leaving her panties soaked with arousal but also warming her chest. Even now she knew that if she changed her mind – despite the intensity of the moment – you would just as easily stop.

Because she was still your first priority.

Grabbing the hand gripping her hip possessively, she slid it under her shirt and you couldn’t help the breathless moan that tickled her flesh. Fingers danced over puckered scars but you paid little attention to them, knowing the self-consciousness she felt despite assuring her for months that everyone had their scars.

Some were just more visible than others.

“Fuck it,” you exhaled, bending slightly to sink your teeth into the long expanse of her throat.

Gasping, her eyes flew shut as her head tilted back to accommodate the bites and kisses you painted across pale skin. Her knees shook as a skilled hand slid beneath her bra, kneading her breast in a way that left her head swimming. She’d never been touched like this before – actually wanting the person touching her so intimately – so it was a thrilling, albeit terrifying experience. She’d used her body as a tool, back when she was still under the control of the Red Room, but this was something special.

Meaningful.

“FRIDAY, activate protocol Spymaster,” you commanded before licking a stripe across the reddened skin your teeth had abused.

Yelena paused, her nails scoring the tank adorning your figure as she stifled a laugh. “Spymaster?”

Humming, your hand fell from her hair and joined the other at the hem of her shirt. “It’s a non-emergency lockdown. I use it whenever I don’t want anyone coming into the training room. Tony designed it specifically for me after trainees kept pestering me. Only a spymaster could break in at this level.”

Helping Yelena free herself from the confines of her shirt, your gaze drifted low across her bared midriff. She was a stunning masterpiece of pale skin that held the history of a lifetime. A widow peeked just above the waistband of her jeans and you chuckled, remembering how excited the sisters were after they’d gotten it.

Letting your fingers trail across the black ink, your mouth met hers again, swallowing the soft whimper as you traced along the tattooed area. Your free hand reached behind, deftly unclasping her bra with practiced ease, feeling it shift between you as Yelena pressed closer to your body.

“You’re wearing so many clothes,” she whined petulantly, the material of your shirt rough against her overheated body.

Smirking, you broke apart just enough to fling the baggy cover away with a flourish. “Sincerest apologies, love.”

Before she could respond to your playful sarcasm, you brought her into your grasp and carefully lowered her to the floor, one arm locked around her while the other kept you from crashing onto a training mat.

I should definitely clean this before training tomorrow or Nat will murder me and use my body as a training dummy.

Time moved both too fast and not fast enough as you both shed what clothing remained. Pants and shoes were shoved aside, Yelena’s panties tossed somewhere you’d likely never find them –

(But her darling sister would, tomorrow, and attempt to strangle you with them once everyone was gone, yelling at you for defiling her baby sister in the training room while praising you at the same time for admitting your feelings. It is a very confusing conversation for you, only worsened by dodging quick hands and weights that were thrown with a perfect – miserably so – accuracy).

Your mouth left constellations only the two of you would ever see, tasting every curve and dip of her body as you explored the willing woman splayed out across the padded surface. Her grip on your hair was damn near painful but you were content to let her tug as she writhed and moaned beneath you.

“I want to taste you,” you whispered, sinking lower but not taking the step as you waited for a response.

You’d wait a lifetime for this woman, honestly.

“Please,” she begged softly, eyes bleary with lust and something deeper as she stared at you pleadingly. “Do whatever you want. I’m yours.”

The cry that rang out as your tongue met swollen, throbbing flesh left nothing but heat in your belly and a need to drive Yelena wild. You’d never been as desperate and determined as you were in that moment, every heavy stroke or teasing flick earning a new reaction that you silently took note of. Nothing would’ve been capable of dragging you away from her, the urge to offer as much pleasure as possible primal and encompassing.

You could’ve stayed there forever, tongue and lips drawing out as much pleasure as they could, but the tension working through her body kept you focused on the goal at hand.

“Fuck, fuck…” her moans trailed off into unintelligible gibberish as she bucked violently, arousal coating your face as she tipped over the edge into blissful fire.

In that moment, you decided there was nothing prettier than seeing her come so undone. Body flushed and covered in sweat, you couldn’t stop staring at her as you stroked her through the comedown.

“That was…” you smirked, so proud of yourself that you couldn’t really finish your thought as you cleaned her need off your face.

“Hot. So fucking hot,” Yelena mumbled.

“I mean, Bishop sure thought so,” you teased, feeling her tense for an entirely different reason this time as your chin rested on her stomach. “Though a training mat isn’t nearly as interesting as a wall, I suppose.”

“You –”

“Yes.” You kissed her hip sweetly, slowly working up her body before you were face to face with the blushing blonde. “But she’s correct, little spider; wall sex is very appealing. We’ll have to try it sometime.”

“…oh my.”

[higherfurther-romanova]

Hello stalkers, I think it's about time I got off my ass and bring this page back to life so let's see how this goes. So i guess hello and welcome to Kinktober. Keep arms and legs where ever you're told to and strap in for the ride. 😏😂

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day one ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Surrender | Knife Play

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day two ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ ...Titties | Titty fucking

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day three ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Threesome

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day four ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Do it again | Spanking

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day five ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Everything Goes According to Plan | Lap dance

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day six ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ 34 + 35 | 69

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day seven ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Strip tease

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day eight ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Cunnilingus

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day nine ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Lingerie

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day ten ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Exhibitionism

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day eleven ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Hickey/biting marks

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day twelve ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Mirror sex

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day thirteen˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Uniforms

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day fourteen ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Begging

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day fifteen ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Masturbation

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day sixteen ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Somnophilia

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day seventeen ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Choking

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day eighteen ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Blood

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day seventeen ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Overstimulation

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day eighteen ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Phone sex

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day nineteen ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Wax play

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day twenty ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Dirty talk

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day twenty one ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Praise

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day twenty two ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Car sex

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day twenty three ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Wall/Balcony sex

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day twenty four ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Squirting

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day twenty five ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Against a wall

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day twenty six ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Strap on

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day twenty seven ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Corruption/Training

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day twenty eight ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Almost getting caught

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day twenty nine ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Aftercare

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day thirty ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Role reversal

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Day thirty one ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

↳ Restraints

[higherfurther-romanova]

Sorry that I’ve put kinktober on a halt, I have a shit ton going on but I will be continuing it as soon as I can. It will likely be throughout November.

[higherfurther-romanova]

Right, okay, I’ve made the decision to go ahead and skip to the kinktober prompts coming up and after all is said and done, I’ll go back for the ones I missed. I have a lot of them started up, I just need to finish them. I think I’ll get more done if I do it this way, so we’re gonna try it. 

[higherfurther-romanova]

Here's the plan 👀 tomorrow if I have time (which I cant promise that I will) I will finish day three and hopefully day five, if I dont, I have a long weekend coming up so I'll catch up then, but bare with me for now, I've just been caught up in a shit ton.