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ASK: wiping   blood   or   sweat   from   their   brow

›        FIRST   TOUCH   PROMPTS : accepting ! There was a vague awareness of someone holding her hand, blurry recognition of comforting pressure to remind her she wasn’t alone. A soft material wiped across her brow to gather what sweat hadn’t already dampened her hair and stung her eyes. “. . . Natasha . . . ?” Karen identified the kindness without needing to open her eyes. “Thank you.” She sounded like those suffering from influenza, traveling on the boat here. Weak and raspy, gratitude barely formed around a shallow exhale.

Only the bite kept her from dying in the town church. The accuracy and impact of Benjamin’s chosen weapon felt like a sledgehammer, the impact surely breaking her sternum, only a thread’s width from her heart. Wasn’t this still dying? Each staggered breath dwindled smaller as did its necessity. Karen adjusted her analysis— turning as Natasha had kept her in existence. “Can you stay?” She shivered despite the thick wool blanket tucked around her. “Until it’s over?”

         Every time Natasha witnessed a rebirth, she was reminded of her own agonizing ordeal. There were different accounts of how such a transition felt like, depending on the fledgling’s state prior to the bite, the care they received during this period… the bond with their sire. It was no surprise that Natasha’s had unfolded the way it had, yet there was no exact science to this, no way to ascertain Karen’s suffering would be kept to a minimum, or if Natasha’s efforts would worsen it. She had never sired anyone.

         Still, Natasha kept a veneer of confidence and tranquility as she tried to keep Karen comfortable. It was their luck that the church had had its own crypt that stretched just beyond its grounds, enough that the sacred space hadn’t been able to stop the bite.

         “Of course I’ll stay. I promise. Now, I want you to listen while you can focus. When you awake, it will be inside a coffin. You must make your own way out; I cannot help you. Your heart will no longer beat and you will no longer breathe. I will be right outside waiting for you. I will be the first thing you see.”

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// Nat && Relta // Yew — sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water

”Nat! I am only in my dresses! I’d have to strip down to my shift,” Relta laughed at her…friend, yes, friend. Nat was her friend, something she couldn’t say of many people. Seeing Nat’s expression of challenging Relta, the young queen rolled her eyes and began undressing once certain only her guards were present. “Nat, how did you even find this stream? I’ve explored the castle grounds countless times and never seen it before,” she commented, “granted…perhaps I wasn’t looking,” she shrugged.

Now in just her slip, shoes off, Relta slipped into the water with Nat and swam over to her. “It feels so nice! Not too warm, not overly cool…thank you for encouraging me to get into the water,” she said jovially. Swirling around in the water in delight, the Queen seemed the young woman she truly was again. “This is…fun!” The usually strait-laced queen commented, her guards both blushing at seeing the shift cling to Relta’s form. She was gorgeous, though not as attractive as Nat in her opinion. “Oh!” Relta exclaimed in surprise, fish swimming over her feet as she stood in the water. Giggling at her realization of what it was, she offered Nat a giant grin. “Thank you for telling me to get into the water, it’s incredible,” she told Nat.

It was a good thing Relta gave in when she did, because Natasha had two hands and she was not above using them to splash the stiff, stressed queen. It was already a compromise to stick to splashing rather than roughhousing.

         Natasha herself had already stripped to her slip, her outer layers abandoned on the shore. Although she hadn’t waded too deeply into the river, she had bent at the knees so that the water was up to her shoulders. This, and the thick cotton of her slip, safeguarded her modesty.

         “You saw how difficult this place was to reach.” There had not even been a dirt path in sight, only ever-thickening foliage to pick their way through. Only someone who craved solitude and privacy as fiercely as Natasha would have found it. Her gaze was drawn to the school of fish investigating Relta’s feet. “Part of what makes it so charming. Were it explored more often, these little guys would not be so fearless.”

         Natasha’s own smile was much closer to a smirk in its smugness. “I knew you would like it. Everyone should listen to me. All the time. About everything.”

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Natasha had started to draw attention. Baffling, really, the dichotomy of the upheaval a woman could cause. Dozens of claims of violence and abuse had not registered within society, but the moment bodies of men started to drop? Oh, the horror!

         The murderer was local, authorities had decided, which had warranted the outsourcing of investigators. One of the victims being American had naturally brought plenty of interested parties from across the ocean. Meanwhile, the deaths of countless women had been written off as accidents, suicides, illnesses, the entire world apparently blind to the bruises in their husband’s hands. Natasha would have been aggravated, had not it been a tale as old as time.

         The added vigilance meant she’d nearly gotten caught the last time. She’d waited until there was a snowstorm before she returned to the site of the crime to search for her brooch.

         Of course, still someone came by. A woman, at least, and American, by the sounds of it.

         “Help me close that door, or we won’t be sheltered at all”, she said, rushing for the door. The wind fought them every step of the way as Natasha pretended to throw her weight behind it, acted like it was a struggle. Any warmth had already been stolen from the interior, but the human’s cheeks were still flushed. She must have only recently left shelter, but why?

         “Come to the back”, Natasha instructed. “I found some blankets, and the hay is good, ah – barrier to cold.”

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Thankfully they all packed enough warm layers for the voyage. Winter in New York was still winter in Russia. Bitter, icy and unforgiving to any wanderer without a cloak or fur lined hat. Karen opted for the first in preparation for the flurry of snowflakes outside, securing the satin ribbon with a double knot. Matt would be very cross if he knew she was sneaking out of the tavern their trio was staying at during the night. Unfriendly weather aside, the number of missing people and strange murders had doubled since last month in the little town. If they were stuck here due to the blizzard obstructing their travels to Nelson & Murdock's client, why not solve a mystery? Tiptoeing as quiet as worn wooden floor boards allowed past the other rooms, Karen winced at the squeaky staircase and froze. No concerned lawyers appeared in the hallway to catch her. Holding her breath, she didn't celebrate until fully outside. She hummed indecisively. Local authorities had already checked all the deceased or missing person's homes. Where should she start? A crime scene was as good a place as any. The closest was just up the hill --- a barn where the local blacksmith was discovered. In deceased albeit confusing circumstances. After fighting a harsh wind to open one of the double doors, Karen slipped inside, grateful for an interior. She startled when her lantern's light outlined someone else. Her assumption was a disapproving Matt, so a woman with hair the color of Karen's velvet cloak was welcome. "Oh," she perked up, racing heart still drumming in her ears, "are you . . . taking shelter from the storm too?"

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I can't believe she said

THEN SHE SHOT HIM

nat on her chillest day

whatever you say about her, she's true to herself. don't try tell her what or who she is, it ain't gonna end up well for ya.

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ahem... vampire au, anyone?

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ahem... vampire au, anyone?

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&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  another collection of smutty dialogue for you heathens (affectionate). please do not interact if you are under eighteen. feel free to edit and change how you seem fit. )

❛ i know my worth. and if you want me, you'll do as i say. ❜

❛ you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise? ❜

❛ oh? does that turn you on? ❜

❛ you look good on your knees like this. ❜

❛ i'm not jealous. you're just mine. ❜

❛ i need you. please. i'll be quick. ❜

❛ you used to hate me, and now you can't take your eyes off me. ❜

❛ you want me quiet? make me. ❜

❛ i know you have one more for me. come on, i'm not done yet. ❜

❛ fuck, that was so hot. ❜

❛ such a good boy/girl. making me feel this good. ❜

❛ go on. fuck yourself on my cock. ❜

❛ you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this. ❜

❛ keep the noise down, baby. you're too loud. ❜

❛ you taste so fucking good. ❜

❛ they can't fuck you like i can. ❜

❛ fuck, i've missed you. ❜

❛ keep going. just like that. ❜

❛ they don't get to have you like this, but i do. ❜

❛ pretty good, huh? i told you i'd make you feel good. ❜

❛ you're mine. and don't you forget it. ❜

❛ i'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart. ❜

❛ what, got nothing to say? no matter, i'll have you screaming in no time. ❜

❛ just a little more. you can take a little more, can't you? ❜

❛ getting close? don't worry, i'll take care of you. ❜

❛ what would they think if they could see you now, huh? ❜

❛ maybe i should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up. ❜

❛ maybe if i sit on your face, that'll shut you up. ❜

❛ look at how well you take me. even though it's been so long. ❜

❛ it's apparent in your eyes — you desire me. ❜

❛ don't stop. please, don't stop. ❜

❛ fucking doesn't involve this much talking normally. ❜

❛ you want this, don't you? want me all over you? inside you? ❜

❛ don't forget who you belong to. ❜

❛ if you want something, then you ask for it. ❜

❛ when was the last time someone fucked you? ❜

❛ i'll make us feel good. you'll love this. ❜

❛ how was that? satisfying enough for you? ❜

❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜

❛ what, afraid i might break you? ❜

❛ what, afraid you'll break me? ❜

❛ stop teasing and just put it in already. ❜

❛ fuck me harder. don't you want to make me feel good? ❜

❛ that's it, babygirl. ❜

❛ you want me to sit on your face? ❜

❛ i want this. let me have you like this. ❜

❛ now that you've given me what i want, i can give you what you need. ❜

❛ don't just stand there, you tease. come here and let me taste. ❜

❛ i want you like you used to have me. like we had nothing else to live for. ❜

❛ how do you want me — spread out on the bed or up against the wall? take your pick. i don't mind. ❜

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ASK: [ ARRANGED ] muses are in an arranged marriage and now have to consummate the union

@ccmplicatedweb // Nat xx Alastair

Alastair was kissing Nat passionately, giving the remaining viewers a show. The more they played it up, the more faking the consummation part would be passable. However, he admittedly enjoyed kissing Nat greatly, for she was a brilliant and beautiful individual. “Sorry for this,” he whispered between kissed, grabbing her behind and pulling her closer to him, praying she couldn’t feel his growing erection with the distance he was keeping between them. “We need you to work on producing an heir,” the priestess said, “then we shall leave you to celebrate your union together.” She bowed and ushered them to the bed, being the only witness aside from her being Alastair’s adoptive father, the King. Alastair held back a groan, feeling incredibly invaded by the two ‘guests’. “Nat…I’ll make this as good for you as possible,” he promised, lifting her so her legs hooked around his waist, him grinding his growing erection against her core.

It was publicly known that Natasha had been married before, even carried a child. It was not publicly known how much experience beyond that she’d had. Safe to say Natasha had been with enough people of both sexes to be able to tell her new husband knew what he was doing. He knew how to lick into her mouth and begin to stoke a fire inside of her, knew how to use his hands without pawing at her like she was a piece of meat or made of glass.

         This could be pleasurable. As long as he was not an absolute pig like her late husband, they could make this work.

         But then the priestess spoke up, and Natasha opened her eyes. Instead of moving to the exit of their room, she was lingering by the bed. What did she plan on doing, give notes?!

         Natasha was shocked enough that Alastair lifting her offset her balance for a moment, hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulder.

         “You can leave now”, she bit out, fury evident in the coldness of her stare. “This is not my people’s way.” She couldn’t tell the King to fuck off (not right away, at least), but she couldn't hint at it. Her gaze swiveled to Alastair. "We will have privacy, yes?"

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         Natasha peeled away from the binoculars just long to shoot her brother an amused look.

         “It would be a shit hideout if it did.” No, Natasha wasn’t laughing at him out loud, but it was damn visible in her eyes that she wanted to.

         She lowered her head again. She had to admit that the 24-hour vet clinic did look particular inconspicuous, but it made perfect sense. Anyone who saw the black bags would assume they carried particularly large dogs or wild animals. The surgical equipment and the drugs were nothing more than what’s expected.

         “You wanna take point on this?” she half-offered, half-requested, mostly to sate her own curiosity.

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with his sleeves rolled up far enough, the younger romanov sibling's black widow tattoo is on display. he'd gotten it before his memories of her had been returned, back when all alexei had was a vague feeling of connection to natalia romanov. but now, here he is on a mission given by shield, working alongside his elder sister.

there's a sword clasped to alexei's back - he's always been good with them, starting during his days of kendo, but now it's his weapon of choice. and his brow is furrowed. "and shield is sure the guy we're looking for is here? this really doesn't scream bad guy hide out." he's new to this whole thing still.

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“Requests, huh?” Natasha’s hands drifted down, over the swell of Selina’s hips, found the jut of her hipbones to stroke her thumbs across.

         Natasha had only survived thus far because she’d learnt to read people, and to do it well. Some adrenaline addiction had helped, too. And so, it hadn’t escaped her the intensity of Selina’s desire, how only the thinnest thread of self-control held it back.

         Natasha wanted to see it snap. Wanted those dexterous fingers at play somewhere else.

         “Well…” There was a dare in her smirk, another when she yanked Selina’s hips to hers. “Surprise me.”

she’s not used to being allowed. the cat always expects a challenge — everything in her is constantly ready for an argument, a push-back. one argument, another, always another.

trusting herself isn’t something she knows how to do. she’s too wild, irritatingly unpredictable, tends toward violence, knows it too well, doesn’t know how to be anything else. she obsessively keeps eyes on dilated pupils, and her brain says fear but logic says want.

“i take requests.” she says, and her fingers find themselves walking through red to twirl languidly through, to trace a jawline, to follow and understand with soft brown eyes incessantly zeroed in beside the testing, curious pressure at the hinge of a jaw. (something, everything in her wants to bite.)

“really. any suggestions.”

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hit the heart for a small starter! and lemme know if you have any specific requests 🩷

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜