#[desired plots]

[burnishedrebel]

[midnightsaboteur]

A plot where the two muses are/were big celebrities in their respective fields, and thus a definite power couple.

However, rather than explore them in the early stages of their relationship or at the height of their fame, I'd like to explore them when they're settled down and blissful.

Respectively, they could be a sports star or model now 'retired', or an actor once on a big project but now taking it slow. Anything really where they're past the intense high of their careers...

And now, they're living on some big ass farm or ranch or countryside with their 4-5 kids and entirely happy.

If interested, lmk!

[stardvstwonders]

tag dump

[riskydesiresxxlovexx]

Just re-watched one of my fav rom-coms of all time "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and now I'm dying to play a plot based off it! I would love to use Charles Michael Davis as Ben so if anyone wants to be his Andie, please do hmu!

I'm also dying to play opp a Theo James or Nicholas Galitzine fc in almost any romance plot, hopefully in period settings, so I'm willing to play any of yr wanted opposites either within the same plot or a completely different plot if you give me either one of those fcs! <3

[quirinah]

she dun on my geon till i meshi

[tsuutarr]

Yandere Otome Isekai Lawyer x Reader

Elliot Armstrong is the youngest child of the Armstrong Estate, which means that he’s often given scraps in favor of his older brothers. It also doesn’t help that Elliot has never been too fond of the physicality of combat despite being part of a family of military might.

Instead, the battle of wits is what enthralls Elliot. Chess, riddles, puzzles – all of it captivates him. Perhaps that is why it is no surprise that Elliot has found himself fascinated by the human psyche, too. Humans are interesting specimens – they’re simple but also quite complex.

Elliot’s interest in humans is what draws him to pursue law. The variety of cases that fall in his lap – some more intriguing than others – always make his daily life that much more interesting. He can observe a great variety of people, which excites him to no end. Besides that, due to his awareness of his own intellect, he likes winning against other humans, too.

After all, brain is better than brawn. He’s much better than his brothers, his parents, his ancestors. He is the most superior Armstrong – the superior human.

Others just cannot compare. They’re too easy to manipulate, too simple once you understand their inner workings.

Well, all humans except you, somehow. 

The Heir to the Arrington Estate – you hadn’t really caught his eye before, being the quiet but rather dry child of the infamous Duke Arrington. Yet somehow, one day, out of the blue, you began to stand out.

Elliot remembers the exact moment you had become a centerpiece of his thoughts, someone he spins and spins inside the crevices of his brain just so he can make sure he never forgets anything about you. 

It was a few moons ago, when his family had been tried for their involvement in embezzling the Royal Family’s fortune. With his silver tongue, Elliot had managed to come out unscathed, unlike his idiotic family who had all been put to jail – it was all karmic justice, really.

The family that had ostracized him now begged at his feet, imploring him to save them. Hilarious.

It was quite difficult holding back his laugh, but he managed just fine. Perhaps he managed too well, however, since so many nobles began to pity him. They pitied him – him!

He’s much greater than they are, to the point that he knows all their secrets and yet they had the gall to pity him. Disgusting worms, the lot of them. 

And yet you, the Heir to the Arrington Estate… you were the only one who showed him genuine compassion. It surprised him – most nobles are self serving (him included) and care very little for others. Yet you care. Perhaps a little too much, really. But it’s nice, he won’t deny that. Being acknowledged, praised, for his intellect. Being shown compassion for his “plight.” Being shown the kindness in those lovely eyes of yours. 

Oh, Elliot just adores it all. Your attention, your kindness, your praise – he desires it all.

So, of course Elliot offers to be your personal lawyer. You’re kind, but perhaps a little too kind for your own good when, really, you only need to show kindness to him. Besides, your… Father, is a piece of work. You’d be much better as the Head of the Arrington Estate, so of course Elliot needs to be there so that he can ensure your position and safeguard it from your greedy relatives.

Oh, yes, you need him. You definitely, most certainly do.

Just like he needs you.

[lorephobic]

“the class commentary in saltburn was shit” WHAT CLASS COMMENTARY???? NOT EVERY MOVIE WITH RICH PEOPLE HAS TO OR SHOULD HAVE CLASS COMMENTARY. EMERALD FENNELL KNOWS VERY WELL THAT SHE IS NOT THE RIGHT DIRECTOR FOR A MOVIE ABOUT CLASS COMMENTARY WHICH IS WHY SHE DID NOT WRITE A MOVIE ABOUT CLASS COMMENTARY.

[bonefall]

Hey, what makes a character a 'plot device but not a character'? And how do you not do that? I'm trying to do it on purpose but also I need to still make them interesting because it's on purpose, yknow?

A good skill to pick up is to learn to criticise criticism itself. A "plot device" is simply a thing that moves the plot along, it's a neutral literary analysis term! Usually, when people are angry that "a character has been used as a plot device," it doesn't mean they hate plot devices. It means they're gesturing at something deeper.

Runningwind and Bumble are equally plot devices in their deaths. They are both killed by the antagonist to escalate political tension. Runningwind is rarely "accused" of just being a plot device, and yet, we're talking about Bumble for the same thing.

So, why?

Well, Runningwind is just a background character, but in life, he was a part of the community. He was characterized as impatient but responsible. Yet, he wasn't SO important that he died with a bunch of unresolved plot threads.

He is mostly an extension of the entity of ThunderClan. His killing by Tigerstar, and the fear and paranoia that settles on the group after this, feel like a progression of the story insteas of something forced.

Bumble, on the other hand...

Is hated immediately by Gray Wing, when she's established as Turtle Tail's friend. Bumble's abuse at Tom the Wifebeater's hands invites even MORE investment. The rejection is shocking and upsetting. There's a story there about our main characters being imperfect; jealous, bigoted, and judgemental.

But, she is simply killed off. Everything they set up for this character is gone with little personalized fanfare. It's not a tragedy with a lesson about cruelty, or something anyone regrets.

It's just... plot. Gray Wing whinging that no one will like his shitty brother now that his body count is 2.

More than that, in the discussion of women in particular, "Fridging" was coined to give a name to the way women characters often don't get their stories told at all. There is a CULTURAL trend of female characters facing disproportionate violence, for the sake of advancing male plots.

Bumble has a lot going for her. Petal had a lot going for her. Turtle Tail had a lot going for her. Bright Stream had a lot going for her. When they died, they took their potential with them.

It's not always wrong to kill off a character of high potential, mind you. In Gurren Lagann, Kamina's death is sudden and shocking, leaving a massive hole in the hearts of the cast that never heals. Grappling with that loss, but also letting his memory fuel them, is a major theme of that story.

All that to say... there's no formula for avoiding it. You've gotta identify what the deeper issue is, in your specific narrative.

I can't say for certain what that will look like for your story, but here's some things I keep in mind;

When you make characters who exist to die, make sure they're people before you axe them.

Ask yourself; what about them does the cast miss?

If they just miss them because they were (pre-existing relationship), go back to the drawing board.

Fluttering Bird as an example. Who was she? Dead sister. Why do they miss her? Dead sister. No traits until after her death.

Runningwind was short-tempered and helpful. Kamina was a valuable leader who made people believe in a brighter future. Swiftpaw was fiesty and desperate to prove himself. The better characterized, the more profound the loss usually is.

If this is a female character who is dying just to serve the plot, be aware of cultural bias and tropes. How is the gender ratio looking in your cast? Is this happening disproportionately with your girls?

Note how Quiet Rain's litter had both a boy and a girl, but the girl was chosen to be "weaker" and wither away.

And how most of the time in DOTC, whenever a man had to be upset, a girl would get killed for it.

If you ever feel like the character on the chopping block is NOT a full character, ask yourself why it needs to be a character at all. You don't need to spend narrative time building out someone when a literal object of high value might suffice.

"My sister died when I swore to protect her and I can't face my family" = Old. Tired. Ive seen this.

"I lost my heirloom sword when I swore to protect it and I can't face my family." = Fascinating. Why was the sword so valuable? Will they really not take you back? How did you lose it?

When you do kill off "high value" characters, try to make sure you're not leaving too many plot threads hanging. Or at least make a point of how they will never get closure.

[burnishedrebel]

[midnightsaboteur]

[theprettylightsinger]

"His mother … he’d kept some details, irrelevant and utterly personal, to himself."

-Lucien, Chapter 24, ACOWAR

Am I delusional If I say this might indication that he's aware of his heritage?

[critter-wizard]

ep 43 had me tearing up in a fucking shopping centre ‼️‼️

b+w alt version that I truly couldn't decide if I liked it more . Also I included a lot of thoughts in the tags but they're somewhat incoherent<3

[fictionadventurer]

This AV Club comment is making me so desperate to write a romcom, you have no idea.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

something bad did indeed happen to that man. spent abt 25 minutes trying to find a better picture of that one (1) offical piece with his eyes open that wasnt compressed or tiny

[corralinesage]

Portrait of a wounded heart (6/8)

CHAPTER 6 Meant to be mine

Smut warning 18+

There were no distractions left, no excuses. All of the food had been consumed and there was nothing in your way, both of you sitting still in the comfort of your warm and cozy bed. The room remained silent for the most part, your gentle breathing the only thing you could hear in addition to the rain outside. Natasha turned her head to the side to look at you, her eyes observing your features with care. She studied the slope of your nose, the arch of your brows, the surface of your skin, noting each and every feature that your face possessed as warmth bloomed in her chest, slowly growing into an agonizing burn. She was tucked up in your bed, in your room, in your clothes, smelling like you. She couldn’t help but to yearn for more. You felt her eyes on you, turning to meet her searching gaze. There was something in her eyes, something vulnerable, something grateful, something soft, your own eyes reflecting the tender look like a mirrored lake. Her gaze wandered down to your lips as she moved closer to you with mild difficulty, her ribs screaming in pain, but she failed to care about any physical discomfort, her hand coming up to your cheek to guide you closer. She kissed you despite the pain it brought her, maybe she even kissed you because of it, searching for something to alleviate the ache in her body, and you were nothing but perfect for the job, Natasha longing to sink into your caring embrace.

You leaned closer to her, parting your lips immediately to offer her better access to your warmth, the soft squelch of your mouths filling in the silence of the room. Your first kiss with her had been nothing short of shy, but you soon learned that there was not a trace of that left between you. Her hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to her to lessen some of the pain she felt for having to strain her muscles to reach you. She sank her fingertips into your hair, the touch of her mouth growing rougher as she guided you with her hands. You felt dizzy, breathless, your head spinning as you returned the passion that beamed through from her kiss. Oh, you needed more, you needed more of her addicting touch, her full lips sucking on yours, tongue licking into your mouth with a certain necessity, like she couldn’t quite feel at ease until she had completely devoured you. She welcomed you closer gladly, allowing you to press her back against the headboard where her ribs would get some rest, your mouth never easing off hers. You crawled closer, your hand pressing over her abdomen by accident, Natasha grunting into your mouth, the sound causing you to pull back immediately to both make sure that she was alright as well as find relief from the unbearable heat that exploded within you.

“Shh, I can take it”, she whispered urgently, pulling you right back into her embrace, almost as if afraid that she would have to let go of you. For a split second you felt hesitant, but she didn’t allow you to linger in that feeling as she tugged you back into her arms, her mouth finding your own. You felt her breath on your face, her sweet scent surrounding you with such intensity that it only lulled you further into a state of comfort. You allowed her probing tongue inside, pushing back just the slightest bit to test her, but your pathetic attempt at dominating her was met with immediate resistance. She was in control, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way, her soft lips eliciting a weak moan from you as she finally let her hands wander down your body. Her touch was firm and filled with intent, those capable hands starting off slowly, gripping your waist, gently massaging your curves before daring to find your hips to give them a squeeze. There was nothing you could have done, nothing that could have made you resist her intoxicating touch, your mind happily submitting you into her mercy.

It didn’t take long for those lithe fingers to locate the hem of your shirt, the digits fiddling with the material, only daring to hint where she wanted the make out session to go. The very tips of her fingers grazed idly over the warm skin of your abdomen, nails dragging over the smooth expanse of your waist as she dipped her hand beneath the fabric, her cool touch breaking you out in goosebumps. Your body ached for her, an incessant burn tickling your lower abdomen, the sensation spreading down your thighs and up your spine. You were hungry, so hungry for more, your starved body yearning to find connection in someone, longing to find a safe place. Her lips trailed up your jaw to your ear, Natasha placing open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, her tongue licking over the skin at a tantalizingly slow pace, the heat of her mouth only a taste of what she was capable of giving you. Your lips parted in a silent moan, Natasha tugging you closer to straddle her lap. You should have been more mindful of her injuries, but your willpower was nowhere in sight, and she was nothing but inviting, her hands sliding fully beneath your shirt to hike it up your body.

“Can I see you?” Her words came out in a breathy whisper, the sound of it tickling your ear teasingly. “Say the words.”

“Yes, please… yes.” You arched into her touch, her hands sliding up your back, prompting you to lift your arms above your head so she could remove your top. She flung it to the side, her mouth returning to your neck, moving down to your clavicle, sucking on the tender skin there. You wanted to press yourself down on her lap, search for friction to bring you relief from the pressure that had built up between your thighs, but the moment you allowed yourself to make that blissful connection you remembered the kind of beating she had taken that day, easing yourself off her slightly to avoid causing her any pain.

“No, let me feel you”, she mumbled into your skin, her hands gliding down your sides to pull your hips back down against her own. You felt so high from her touch that you were surely processing only a fraction of what was going on, your mind in a state of utter bliss. Her kisses moved over to your right shoulder, her lips finally parting with your warm skin as she pulled back to take a look at you, her hungry eyes devouring the newly exposed skin. For the first time you felt a gentle flutter of nerves in your stomach, hoping that she was going to like what she saw, hoping that your body and looks were enough to please her. You felt yourself blush, your eyes struggling to look at her as she studied your frame, her gaze lingering on your breasts. She smiled softly as if to herself, cocking her head slightly to the side to find your gaze, her hand coming up to your chin to make you look at her. “Gospodi (god), you’re gorgeous.” Her thumb brushed over your lower lip, her smile only widening. “I get it now.”

“Get what?” Your voice was so feeble, so frail that you almost sounded weak.

“Your blank sheet of paper from art class”, she said quietly, shooting a teasing smirk your way, your lips stretching into a shy grin.

“Right.” You let out a small chuckle, wincing at the memory.

“If the effect was even half of what I feel right now…” She didn’t finish her sentence, leaning forward to press her lips on your chest, her eyes locked with yours as her right hand inched up your back to guide your closer, her other hand stroking the muscles of your thigh over the fabric of your pajama bottoms. She planted her mouth over your right breast, allowing her teeth to scrape over the skin, but not quite hard enough to bite, a small moan escaping you against your will, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned closer to her heat. She licked over the skin, her tongue guiding your nipple into her mouth, her lips sucking on the flesh with greed, slowly moving to your left breast to make sure there was no unequal treatment. She kissed across your chest, her lips marking the skin with faint bruises that faded away in mere seconds. Her tongue found your other nipple, massaging it gently, your body flushing with electricity as you tried to comprehend that her mouth was on you, her lips were kissing your chest, sucking on your breasts. Her hand came up to join her mouth, cupping the unattended breast, groping you with a certain confidence that was telling of her knowledge on what felt good, what you might like, but as wonderful as it was, you failed to remain patient. You needed more.

“Natasha”, you whined softly, rolling your hips against her lap, your hands gripping her sweater helplessly, longing to discover what was under it. You felt her smug smirk against your breast, her mouth easing off you.

“Begging already?” She asked in a small chuckle, pulling back to see your face, but her smile was wiped away with a single glance at those pleading eyes of yours. She had never quite seen eyes so beseeching, eyes so captivating, her stomach flipping from arousal as she slowly realized that she would give you anything you needed, anything you wanted, if you just looked at her with those perfectly sensual, yet tender eyes of yours. She brought her hands to her sweater, pulling it off, a slight wince overtaking her features as a sharp jolt of pain went through her, but to her relief the wool hid her grimace from you. She revealed the expanse of her pale chest, your eyes widening in surprise. Her skin was completely bare beneath the knitted sweater, her round breasts staring right back at you. “You didn’t give me any underwear”, she noted when she saw the look on your face, a pleased smile finding her lips.

“You- I didn’t- I wasn’t… sure.” You couldn’t get a single sentence out, your eyes struggling to remain on hers.

“It’s alright, detka. Less work for you”, she said teasingly, your cheeks flushing with scorching flames that made your head feel as light as a feather. You would get to undress the rest of her. You would get to see her the exact way you had fallen for her. You finally allowed your gaze to drop properly down to her chest, your artistic eye yearning to step in with full force. You felt the need to replicate the pale softness of her skin. You wanted to mix the most perfect shade of ivory to match her complexion. You wanted the specific hue to carry that feeling of rapture that you experienced, that high. You needed to find that perfect harmony of primary colors to recreate the delicate pink of her skin, your eyes lingering on her hardened nipples. She made you want to create, her all-consuming beauty feeding your imagination, feeding the very depths of your soul. You brought your hands up to her chest, gently cupping her breasts, Natasha observing you carefully as if trying to get a peek inside your brain, searching for an explanation for the look of awe on your face. She was slowly bringing you back to life, reawakening the dead, dull side of you that you had been dragging along with you the entire year.

You had no words. The only thing you could have done in that moment to express yourself would have been to paint that feeling, paint her. She was the source of your joy, she was all you felt, your right hand moving down her body to trace it over the bruising of her ribs. Your brows furrowed in worry, but Natasha merely shook her head dismissively, her knuckles brushing up your biceps, her hands finding their way into your hair, carefully pulling you down to meet her lips. She kissed you gently, the act loaded with tender affection, the slow pace that she set allowing you to feel each and every sensation in your body: the wetness of your mouths, the warmth of her skin, the scrape of her teeth, the softness of her firm tongue, the arousal between your legs, the shortness of your breath, the ache in your lungs, the thrum of your heart that was off-beat with hers, your right hand resting below her left breast to feel her pulse.

Somewhere between the languid, sensual kisses her hand wandered to the strings of your pajama bottoms. She played with them for a while, purposely taunting you, keeping her hand just a nudge away from where you wanted it. You moaned in annoyance, nipping her bottom lip as if you weren’t completely at her mercy, as if there would have been even a hint of threat behind the act. Natasha chuckled softly, taking pity on you by untangling her fingers from the strings, her hand moving to the apex of your thighs, cupping you firmly. She felt you shiver against her, your body leaning helplessly into her arms in the search for more. You couldn’t pull away, you couldn’t stop kissing her, you couldn’t. There was nothing that you wanted more than to feel her mouth against your own. It was addicting, intoxicating. Your lips remained locked as she slid her hands beneath your pants, exploring the round expanse of your buttocks until you realized to move off her so she could get the rest of your clothes out of the way, Natasha shoving the blanket aside to make room for you as she spread her thighs, carefully guiding you to sit between her legs.

“Mmh, but your ribs”, you protested hastily, Natasha letting out a low chuckle, the sound of it tickling your ear as she pulled your back flush against her bare chest, your pants nowhere in sight, most likely laying somewhere on your bedroom floor.

“Forget about the bruises, baby. You took such good care of me. Now let me take care of you instead”, she whispered, slowly wrapping her arms around your middle, her hands rubbing over the expanse of your abdomen with firm pressure, her teeth nipping your ear lightly before she sucked gently on your earlobe. You went completely limp against her, your head lolling back to rest on her shoulder. “You’re such a smart girl. You work so hard. I’m sure you could use some stress relief.” Her voice was velvety and low, the hairs on your forearms standing on end as she dragged her lips down the tendon on the side of your neck, placing small pecks along the way. “Isn’t that right?” You let out a small hum of agreement, her hands moving down to your legs that remained together, fingers skimming over your inner thighs as if asking for entrance. “Can you be a good girl for me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What was that?” She asked teasingly, her hand gliding down your thigh to barely brush over your pubic bone. You let out a shaky sigh, your body writhing beneath her scorching touch.

“Yes.”

“Natasha”, she whispered, as if reminding you of who you were talking to.

“Yes, Natasha.”

“That’s it. Good.” Her right hand trailed up to the side of your head, gently guiding you to tilt your chin to the side enough to allow her to reach your mouth. She captured your lips in a kiss, her low moan getting muffled by your tongue. Your knees parted on their own, the outsides of your thighs resting against her toned ones, giving her hand access to descend lower, but her touch didn’t go where you would have wanted it. “Can I touch you?”

“Please… yes.” You swallowed thickly, waiting with bated breath for her to make the connection you were yearning for. “Natasha”, you added hastily, hoping to please her in every way.

“Such a quick learner too”, she mused to herself, her gentle breath caressing your lips as she spoke the words, her eyes fluttering open for a moment to see the expectant look on your face, your eyes shut, swollen lips slightly parted, waiting for her to kiss them again. She couldn’t resist you, her mouth molding over your own as she finally moved her fingers to your wet core, gently caressing the very tips of her digits over your sensitive folds to avoid startling you, a mild whimper falling from your lips. You were well past wet, your arousal clinging to her fingertips as she traced the shape of your sex, getting you both accustomed to the newfound connection. Her touch grew slowly more confident, her fingers stroking you with firmer pressure to spread the slick around and build up the pleasure you were experiencing, your back arching off her lap to press your core into her hand. Natasha swallowed each and every sound you made, her hungry mouth struggling to part from yours. She couldn’t get enough, she couldn’t kiss you hard enough, deep enough, her soul longing for something unattainable, something that reached beyond bodily perception.

Her hand massaged you languidly, exploring the delicate skin, studying your each and every reaction to her touch to figure out what worked for you, but little did she know that any touch at all would most likely have been enough to bring you what you were looking for. You were incredibly sensitive, the kind of sensitive that you could never reach on your own. You rolled your hips into her hand, a gasp escaping you when you were met with an electric buzz so intense that it made you delirious, Natasha letting out a pleased chuckle at the unrestricted sound. She wanted to hear it again, she wanted to hear more, her fingers increasing their pressure, slowly starting to rub circles over your clit.

“Does that feel good, krasotka?” There was a certain lilt to her tone, her words uttered in a soft croon that made your insides melt.

“Yes, Natasha. It feels… so good”, you answered breathily, writhing in her arms from pleasure, your eyes rolling to the back of your head before sliding shut completely. “Mmh.” You drowned in the attention she gave you, sinking into the comfort and pleasure she provided you.

“You’re so pretty like this”, Natasha hummed, her right hand brushing back your hair affectionately as she kissed the side of your head. “Prettier than I could’ve ever imagined.” You let out a moan between your labored breaths, your hand searching for something to grip, eventually finding the comforter to squeeze. “When I first saw you in that art class, I couldn’t stop thinking about.” She spoke as if telling you a story, her even tone reminding you a lot of the night you had spent on the phone with her. “Your eyes, that pretty mouth, your hair.” She kissed your neck, licking over the skin, her hand maintaining its steady pace. “I tried to stay away. I didn’t want to risk your safety, but…” She bit down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, dragging her teeth over your skin, the action slowly morphing into a kiss, her lips sucking on you firmly. “When you ran into me on the stairs, I knew I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t know.” You let out a low groan, thrusting your hips into her hand in the search of added friction. You were so close, your body tingling with your pending orgasm, mind fuzzy with pleasure, but thankfully not fuzzy enough for you to overlook what she was saying. It had been mutual. All along, it had been mutual between you. She had pined after you, just as you had pined after her. You hadn’t been crazy, you hadn’t been pathetic and ridiculous, or if you had been, so had she. Your legs trembled, body tensing as your knees closed automatically to keep her hand where you needed it.

“No, no, keep your knees open for me, malyshka”, she tutted softly, her other hand that had been fondling your breasts moving to your thighs, tapping them gently to make you part them again. You let out a strained whine, the unbearable tension in your body so delicious that you were losing control of your limbs. You buried your face into her neck, looking to somehow muffle your loud moans, Natasha’s calf hooking over your leg to keep you in place. “You’re doing so well for me, darling. You’re almost there.” Her hand came back up to your chest, cupping your breast roughly, massaging the silky skin there before finding your nipple to pinch. “Let me hear you. Show me what a good girl you are.” Your breath was nothing but a mere wheeze in your throat, your limbs cramping, back arching as your heart hammered vigorously in your chest.

“Natasha”, you cried in a weak moan, the coil in your lower abdomen breaking loose with a single roll of your hips, pleasure exploding inside you as your walls clenched tightly around nothing, pulsing with sudden urgency.

“Fuck.” Natasha moaned quietly, her hips bucking up into your lower back, desperate for some relief from the taunting burn between her legs, her pleasure mixed with a hint of pain that bloomed down her left side. Your surroundings went quiet for a moment as you experienced a high so tremendous that the world stopped turning, your body stilling once every last ounce of pleasure had been experienced, a soft ringing taking over in your left ear. You let out a deep sigh of relief, your hips grinding up into her hand a few more times, riding the waves of arousal until you were satisfied enough to fully relax against her warm chest, for once thankful for the draft in your bedroom, the cool air more than welcome on your skin.

“Oh.” You let out a small giggle, still panting heavily, your head resting over Natasha’s collarbone, your silly, little grin turning into a giddy grimace of disbelief. You were in her arms. You were in her embrace, and her hand was still touching you, drawing idle circles against you. She returned your laugh with a small chuckle, gently easing her fingers off you to give you a chance to recharge. Her arms encased you in a hug, her mouth pressing down on your shoulder.

“You are so hot”, she mumbled quietly, her words flowing into a small chuckle. “Seriously.” You could feel her smile against your skin, your features soon matching her grin as a blush spread up your neck and over your cheeks. You giggled, the delicate, girlish sound that was nothing if not a reflection of how pleased you were, almost unfamiliar to your own ear. You were so happy. “You’re perfect.” You turned around in her arms, looking at her with a huge smile on your face. You wished you could have been more sensual, more attractive, and maintained an alluring front, but you were too excited, unable to handle your joy. You crashed your lips against hers, kissing her as best as you could through your smile.

“You had a thing for me”, you sneered triumphantly, unable to get over the elation you felt for her returned feelings.

“Have”, she corrected you, her lips threatening to tug up into a smile. “Mmh, you have no idea”, she grumbled in a playful manner, her firm hands squeezing your curves, making sure you were flush against her.

“Did you think about me?” Your question came out a bit more tentative than you would have liked it to, but you wanted to know, you wanted to know if she was in the same place as you, if she felt the way you did. Natasha shook her head in disbelief, huffing a laugh.

“Did I? You’re all I can think about. You and your gorgeous eyes.” Her tone shifted lower, her right hand caressing your lower back in gentle strokes. “The way you looked at me… I’ve never seen a gaze so adoring”, she admitted, her chest squeezing with affection as she looked into those very eyes that she was talking about. You held her gaze, your heartbeat still erratic in your chest, your mind struggling to maintain its focus on her words, your eyes threatening to stray down to her mouth.

“Did you think about me like this?” You didn’t have to elaborate. She knew what you meant, your hand brushing subtly down her abdomen. Your eyes met hers before she had the chance to respond, the look on her face providing you the answer.

“I did”, she whispered in all honesty, a hint of longing flashing across her face as if she was slightly nervous to admit it, hoping that it was reciprocal. “Did you?”

“Too often.” You couldn’t help the small smirk that found your face. You had thought about her obsessively, religiously, every single night since you had met her, whether it was sexually or not. She returned the expression on your face, grinning up at you, unable to hide her excitement.

“Good.”

You looked at each other for a moment, processing the newfound information, the tangible, mutual thrill that you experienced slowly fading into something more serious. You had no words to respond with, your smile slowly disappearing as you brought your lips to hers again, kissing her with a returning passion, the soft, quiet moment finding a spark of lust once again as her tongue pushed past the seam of your lips. You kissed her with sudden ardor, the wave of zeal crashing over you twice as hard. You needed her so desperately, your tongues dancing together in an overwhelming frenzy, the added confirmation of your mutual feelings bringing a sense of security into the act. Your night together was most likely not going to be a one-night stand. It meant something more, and you both knew it. Natasha pulled back, panting heavily, her eyes fluttering open to see your face.

“Think you could give me another one?” She asked, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, her gaze searching as she allowed her fingers to caress your jaw. Your eyes widened in mild surprise, her other hand already at your inner thigh, tracing random shapes into your skin.

“But… I was- I wanna- I…” You couldn’t say it, feeling yourself grow more flustered by the second as you thought of what you wanted to do with her. It felt awkward to voice your wishes.

“You wanna make me come?” She asked with a hint of smugness in her tone, pleased to get a glimpse of your bashful side. You nodded your head.

“It’s only fair”, you reasoned with a small smirk, finding a spark of confidence from somewhere.

“Fair indeed.” She was clearly amused. “Say what, how about you let me hear those pretty moans again and then I’ll find another use for that mouth of yours?” She crooned, her lips brushing over yours as she moved to your cheek, placing gentle kisses there. “I know you can take it.” Oh, you could take it, you could so take it. The opportunity was too good for you to pass on it, your thighs pressing together automatically, already anticipating what was coming your way. Her fingers wandered up to your lower abdomen, skating over the skin around your navel, coaxing you to relax back into her arms and lose control once more. “I wanna feel you come around my fingers”, she whispered in your ear, a shiver going down your spine, your eyelids sliding shut as you leaned into her, drawn in by her velvety voice. “How does that sound?” The pressure between your legs returned in an instant as you imagined her fingers inside you, your walls pulsing expectantly. You sank back down on her chest, her nose ticking your neck as she kissed your warm skin, her smile widening the slightest bit at your reaction.

“Good”, you mumbled weakly, arching your back to adjust yourself in her arms.

“Yeah?” Her fingers continued their way up, cupping your breasts, a quiet hum of pleasure falling from her lips.

“Yes, Natasha.” The pull within you was unbearable, and in your state of expectant bliss you failed to find the energy for thoughts. All you knew was that you needed more of her.

“Open your mouth, krasotka.” There was something about the way she ordered you around in gentle whispers, her breath fanning delicately against your neck as she spoke. You could do nothing but comply, your lips parting for the fingers of her right hand that slid inside the warmth of your mouth. You sucked on them, wetting the digits for her with your saliva. She pumped them in a bit further, almost experimentally, a nearly imperceptible gasp sounding from her when you swallowed them deeper, your lips brushing over her knuckles. “Look at that”, she said in a pleased, little mumble, pushing her fingers deeper to caress the very back of your throat. “Taking me so well.” Her left hand moved to the apex of your thighs, finding your core with a certain familiarity, stroking you slowly, gathering a bit of slick from your entrance. She removed her hand from your mouth, bringing her wet fingers to your entrance. You tilted your head down to see what she was doing, drawing your lower lip between your teeth at the sight, your eyes following along the prominent veins that trailed up her forearms. Fuck, she was so sexy.

She stroked your clit as if warming you up to her touch again, the tip of her middle finger dipping to your entrance, not going quite deep enough to be inside you. There was a quiet gasp, your body squirming impatiently, waiting for her to give you more. You could barely contain your desperation, but you did your best to try to focus on the moment itself to hopefully prolong it, looking to savor every last drop of it. You traced your fingers along her forearms, caressing the soft skin there, your fingertips going over a couple of scars that had healed long ago. She had probably gotten them in a fight with an alien, or maybe some cyborg-robot. You were still struggling to process just who she exactly was. Natasha Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff. It didn’t make any sense, your life wasn’t like that, you weren’t like that, yet there she was, touching the most intimate parts of you. She slowly inserted the finger inside you, swallowed by your silky walls that immediately clenched around her, but it wasn’t enough. You felt empty, your body begging to be filled to the brim by her.

“More”, you whined, arching your back to hopefully make her go deeper.

“What was that, malyshka?” You could tell from her tone that she had heard you, but she was looking for something specific.

“More.” It came out in a small whine, Natasha humming softly at the sound, pleased to hear how powerless you sounded.

“Mm, so eager. You think you can handle more?” Her tone was teasing. She knew you could, but she wanted to hear more of your desperate whimpers.

“Yes! More, Natasha, please.” You said the words in a breathy moan, the second digit gliding inside you with admirable ease. You muffled the moan that you let out, turning your face against her neck, breathing in her shower-fresh skin, taking in the warm scent, the scent that was somehow distinctly her own.

“Good girl”, she crooned, curling her fingers inside you, slowly dragging them over the sensitive skin of your walls. You couldn’t take the heat, your head spinning with arousal. She was inside you, touching places that no other people in your life had access to. She was claiming a very special place in your life, and you were hoping that she was going to accept it, embrace it. You were hoping that she wanted more than just a fling, more than just a silly night with your body.

“Natasha.” It came out in a frail whisper, your voice almost breaking from how quietly you spoke.

“What, baby?” Her response came notably softer, reflecting your tone.

“I want you”, you admitted suddenly, not having planned your confession but you couldn’t let her have you if she wasn’t in it, if she wasn’t willing to take all of you.

“You have me”, she whispered, kissing the side of your head.

“No… I want- mmh.” She slowed down her fingers, sensing that there was something you needed to communicate to her. “You can’t leave me.”

“What?” Natasha asked in surprise, withdrawing her hands altogether. She pulled back so she could see your face, her gentle eyes finding your own.

“I need you. I need you to be mine, all mine”, you explained timidly, nervous for taking such a huge leap with a person who you barely knew. It turned out that even less so, ever since you found out about her true identity. There was no guarantee that she hadn’t lied about a lot more than just her name, but you were blinded by love, dazzled by her. You saw a smile spread onto her face, her eyes questioning.

“You wanna be in a relationship? You wanna be my girl?” She used her clean fingers to brush back some of your hair.

“I wanna be your girl.” You nodded softly, Natasha’s heart clenching harshly at the way those pleading eyes looked up at her. There was something jarring about your beauty, about your captivating eyes that looked at her with gut-wrenching genuineness.

“You are my girl”, she whispered, her lips brushing over your own as she leaned down to kiss you. “I don’t want anyone else.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you waited for her to connect your lips, her sweet breath tickling your chin. She kissed you gently, the movement of her mouth so delicate, but it didn’t stay that way for long. You parted your lips, your tongue meeting her own almost instantly. You knew it was fast. You had known the woman for mere days if you didn’t count your first encounter and the couple of weeks that you had spent daydreaming about her, but you simply couldn’t explain it. You knew what you wanted. You had known from the moment you had laid your eyes on her. It didn’t make sense. There was no use in rationalizing it, there was no use in trying to reason any of it because the only answer you would have found was that you were in love regardless of how or why you had fallen for her.

You guided her right hand back between your legs, her fingers slipping inside to continue where they had left off, your moan muffled by her mouth. You held onto her hand, guiding its movement to set a comfortable pace, your body tuning right back into the stimulus that made your belly flutter from pleasure. She curled her fingers inside you again, unwilling to leave a single spot untouched, each pump of her hand sending a jolt of warmth through you. She kissed you harder, your hips picking up a steady rhythm to match her thrusts as her free hand traced circles over your breasts and down your front to join her other hand. You gasped into her mouth, breaking off from the kiss when her fingers pressed down on your clit, but once you had gotten adequately accustomed to the new sensation her lips were right back on yours, and remained there until the pleasure got too intense for you to be able to maintain contact. You were panting heavily, your eyes screwed shut, chest heaving with labored breaths as her hand picked up its pace a notch, your nearing orgasm climbing higher and higher. You bit down on your lower lip to prevent yourself from sounding so desperate for release, holding onto your moans for dear life.

“Don’t be shy, I wanna hear you, detka”, she reminded you, kissing the side of your neck as if she couldn’t resist it, as if she longed to kiss your lips instead. “I wanna hear my girl.” Your lips parted automatically, a low moan of relief falling from your lips as you let go completely, no longer caring to control the way you sounded. Natasha’s eyes slid shut, her head resting against your own as she savored the spark of thrill that rippled through her at the sound of your very obvious pleasure, her lips pressing to your ear. “More, baby. Mmh, you sound beautiful.” You barely even heard her through the loud thud of your heart and the sound of your own breathing, but your dizzy brain complied, nonetheless. You needed her deeper, you needed her to touch the very depths of your walls, your hand pushing firmly over her own in an attempt to make her go deeper.

“Please, please, harder, Nat-Natasha”, you whimpered, your breath coming out in ragged exhales, your chest heaving with the effort behind it. Your words were followed by a low moan that fell so naturally from your lips, the sound loaded with carnal need. She listened to your request, going deeper with each thrust of her hand, her fingertips reaching so far inside you that you saw stars, those wonderful moans that Natasha was looking for turning into deep, guttural groans that you wished you could have swallowed down, but you no longer had any control over a single aspect of your being. You came without a warning, your walls clamping tightly around her fingers to keep them inside, making sure she stayed right where you needed her the most, your unrestricted moans sounding next to her ear as you panted heavily.

“That’s my girl.” Your chest fluttered with warmth, your body consumed by pleasure from head to toe. You felt so good, so light that you felt like you were floating in her embrace. “You did so well. You were such a good girl for me”, she crooned, kissing your cheek repeatedly until you let out a soft chuckle. “God, you’re pretty when you come”, she hummed, emphasizing her words in that low tone of voice, your smile only widening. You looked down your body to see your abdomen contract as an automatic reaction when she pulled her fingers out, the digits coated with clear slick that stretched into thin ropes. Your smile turned into a small smirk as you wrapped your fingers around her wrist, bringing her hand up to your mouth.

“Ah, no”, she tutted you softly, pulling her fingers away before you had the chance to lick them clean. “I want my share first.” You turned around in her arms, pulling away from her embrace right on time to see her slide the digits into her mouth as if she was eating a popsicle, her lips dragging along the entire length of her fingers, cleaning up the mess you had left on her hand. She looked at you intently, mirth sparkling in her eyes, her lips threatening to tug up into a smile. Her mouth let out an obscene sound as she pulled the digits out, your cheeks warming up, your smile turning a bit shy as you waited for her verdict. She let out a small moan, pulling you right back into her embrace, her lips finding yours on their own. “You taste just as good as you look”, she mumbled between kisses. “I bet you’d taste even better sitting on my face.” You felt a visceral reaction to her words, warmth engulfing you whole as you arched yourself closer to her, overlooking the fact that you couldn’t get any closer.

“But-”

“I know”, she said affectionately, her lips tugging into a smile. “Your turn.” She seemed amused by your need for equality, endeared by your enthusiasm to return the favor. You let out a small giggle, your lips going right back to her own for the millionth time that night.

You couldn’t get enough. You could simply not get enough of her, your kisses dragging on for minutes on end until you finally found the patience to trail your lips down her neck and to her chest. You felt overwhelmed by her beauty. You wanted to appreciate every square inch of her body and give it the attention it needed, but you also wanted to go lower, so much lower to see if she was as pretty as you had always imagined, your curious mind struggling to decide what to do next. You pulled back to look at her, your eyes finding her heavy breasts, their inviting softness stealing all your attention. You could pace yourself just the slightest bit to make sure that her perfectly sculpted chest knew just how perfect it was. You placed your mouth on her breast, licking over the silky skin that felt so impossibly delicate against your sharp teeth, Natasha’s hand skimming up and down your back, never seizing to soothe you in the most affectionate manner, her eyelids sliding shut at the pleasure your wet mouth brought her. She could feel herself slip into your comfortable warmth, a tickling buzz caressing her core, her body longing for something to ease the ache, but your mouth only made it more intense. She felt a similar sense of conflict within her. She wanted you to move lower to give her relief, but at the same time she was held back by the dizzying attention her breasts were receiving, your dominant hand coming up to assist you.

She arched into your touch, longing for more despite the way her ribs protested the act. Your lips simply felt too good wrapped around her nipple. You swirled your tongue over it, licking and kissing her breast, slowly but surely turning the soft shade of pink into a vibrant rosy color that only screamed for more of your attention, Natasha moaning quietly when her nipple popped out of your mouth, your sensual eyes glancing up at her as if searching for validation, searching for a confirmation of her pleasure. She simply brought her hand to the back of your neck and pulled you against her chest, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction. Your blush was so intense you could feel it on the very tips of your ears, your body radiating warmth, the sensation only intensified by Natasha’s heat that mixed with yours. Everything was so hot, your bodies were in overdrive from the extreme sense of desire that you felt. Your face remained buried in her chest for a few moments longer, your tongue gliding over the skin like a wet paintbrush, claiming every perfect dent and curve carved on her chest, your lips marking her pale skin with smudges of pink that drowned in the warm-toned blush that spread down her neck and chest. She was angelic, oh, she was the most captivating woman you had ever seen in your life, and it wasn’t just the primal, lust-driven side of you talking, but your soul. Nothing had ever affected you on such a metaphysical, discarnate level.

You were painfully turned on, but you wanted her just a little bit more than you wanted your own pleasure, your mouth moving slowly lower, your lips kissing down her defined abdominal muscles, your tongue tracing the lines to her navel, your fingers coming up to her waist to slip beneath her pants. You inched the material off her hips and thighs, discovering impossibly pale skin, her curves, her muscles, any blemishes on her skin screaming for your undivided attention. You could barely wait to discard her pants to the side before bringing your hungry mouth to the warmth of her lower abdomen, your lips sucking gently on the tender skin of her belly. Natasha’s hand found your head automatically, fingers sinking into your hair to scrape her nails over your scalp. You looked up at her, your devoted eyes observing her reactions to your touch as you ghosted your mouth over her pelvis. She bit down on her lower lip, her eyelids threatening to droop shut as your breath fanned over her delicate skin, only barely brushing over her core. You pulled back, carefully pushing her thighs farther apart to spread her open for you, almost heady with the excitement you felt for having just a taste of control over her pleasure, but her gaze was unyielding, firm, as she observed your every move. You were almost waiting for her to do something to show you that she still had the upper hand despite your mild teasing, warmth gliding down your spine at the thought.

You studied her body, your eyes running over her pink folds, recognizing the soft shade that often dominated her lips. She was wet, her walls pulsing slightly, her body begging to be touched by you. She had such an intense air of confidence around her that you felt the urge to cower under her gaze. You liked what you saw, and she knew it, her grip on your hair tightening the slightest bit as she massaged the back of your head, subtly encouraging you to keep going. You broke eye contact with her, lowering your mouth to her pelvis again, pressing wet kisses on her heated skin, your lips trailing along her inner thigh, your tongue licking over the skin in slow, tantalizing strokes. You went lower, hoping to savor the moment and maybe tease her a bit just to test your limits, her fingernails immediately scraping over your scalp in a kind warning. You smiled against her thigh, glancing up at her playfully, her unimpressed eyes meeting yours, but she failed to maintain her stern demeanor, a small smirk finding her lips as she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t test me today, detka.” Her voice was laced with humor, but you wouldn’t have dared to defy her regardless. You knew she meant business. You merely gave her a small smile, pleased with the tone she was taking with you, making sure you were looking right up at her as you finally lowered your mouth to her sex, her arousal clinging to your lips when you kissed her softly, her hips canting up immediately to chase after the feeling. You repeated the action, excitement fluttering across your chest when you heard her quiet sigh, her grip on your hair threatening to loosen. You kissed her again, purposely avoiding adding any tongue, curious to see just how long she would be willing to deal with your teasing. “Alright”, she said in a mild berate, warmth bubbling in your abdomen. She wanted you to pleasure her. She wanted your touch. She was impatient to have you. Wishing to remain on her good side, you finally parted your lips properly and flattened your tongue over her core, disregarding entirely the fact that you too were growing unbearably impatient. You wanted to hear her, see her, witness her fall apart from your touch.

You figured out a pace that worked for her, your mouth massaging her nerves with purpose, aiming to bring her the most pleasure possible. She tasted sweet, a mild flavor that suited her perfectly, your tongue lapping up every bit of slick she had to offer. You nuzzled your face into her, coating your chin in her arousal, the scent of her sex addicting. You needed more, so, so much more. Natasha relaxed into the bed, her hand remaining in your hair, occasionally playing with it, her fingers tucking your hair behind your ear to keep it out of the way, at times wandering to caress your cheek and jaw in an affectionate manner that made your heart swell with emotion, the ardor that you felt getting poured right into her heated sex. You licked a wide strip up her center, alternating the pressure of your lapping tongue until you finally wrapped your lips around her clit, sucking harshly on the incredibly sensitive area, Natasha’s lips parting in a silent gasp. Her body started to slowly grow more restless as you worked your tongue against her, increasing your pace to build her pleasure up higher and higher before decelerating to bring it down a notch to both prolong her release as well as give your mouth a break. You were definitely not against spending longer than you needed to between her legs, your arms wiggling beneath her thighs to hug her closer.

You listened to the way her heavy breathing would hitch at times, soft, nearly imperceptible sounds falling from her lips as she tried to snuff out any noise at all, the moans that managed to escape giving you a sense of indescribable thrill because you could tell that they were authentic and more than unintentional. Driven by her subtle signs of pleasure, you increased your pace one more time, focusing all your attention on finally bringing her over that edge she had been teetering over for a good while. You heard a slight hiss, her hips rocking against your mouth to match your movements, her ragged breathing accompanying the wet squelch of your mouth. Her hand returned into your hair, gripping the roots tightly as her body cramped up, an unrestricted whimper falling from her lips, the sound followed by a low moan that almost made your heart stop, her muscles throbbing beneath your mouth as pain and pleasure coursed through her. You slowed down your tongue, keeping your mouth still for her so she could ride out her high in her desired way, her hand pressing you impossibly close to her. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t move, her hand gripping your hair almost painfully hard, but it was the most exhilarating kind of sting that you had felt in a while, especially when you knew that it was all your doing, that she was losing herself in your touch. Any amount of pain would have been worth the quiet moans of pleasure that left her.

“Oh, Y/N”, she sighed weakly, her head thudding quietly against the headboard when she finally let herself relax fully. The way she uttered your name made fresh arousal bubble up inside you, your mind screaming from the thrill it gave you, but instead of showing your reaction to her, you simply smiled against her, kissing her folds a couple of times in a much more affectionate manner. You started slowly moving your kisses up to her pelvis, but to your surprise her hand tightened in your hair, guiding you right back between her legs. You rolled out your tongue for her, immediately complying with her wishes. She held you in place, riding out the very last waves of pleasure that rippled through her, her hips grinding into your face a few more times before she let you go. You felt dizzy, your well-spent body longing to crawl into her arms.

“Mmh, come here”, she mumbled in a quiet groan, pulling you closer by your arm, clearly thinking the same thing as you. She wrapped you in her embrace, kissing your damp chin in the process before allowing you to find a comfortable position to cuddle in, so you could both recharge yourselves for wherever the night was headed. She let out a long groan that was laced with satisfaction, her hands rubbing your back firmly as if to press you closer to her. “Fuck, you’re excellent.”

“Yeah?” You lifted your head off her chest, giving her a smug smirk, wiping your chin into your shoulder briefly to get rid of the spit and come that remained there. She pecked your lips, her mouth stretching into a smile.

“Don’t push it”, she chuckled, the sound rumbling against your ear as you rested your head over her breast, a satisfied, little smile on your face.

A/N: she is something else omg. Also come talk to me I'm bored

[jaime-has-shifted]

I fear I haven’t used the freedom that shifting gives me to Its full extent.