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higherfurther-romanova · 2 years

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Holy shiiit

If you wanna go to heaven

demon!nat x Satan's heir fem!reader

Summary: Natasha comes to your rescue.

Warnings: 18+! minors dni! brief description of SA, drug use, alcohol, smoking, murder, blood, smut (bottom!nat)

Word count: 3.1k

The shouting from next door and the buzzing in your head almost drown out the kitchen sink’s dripping tap. You’re lying on your back on the not-big-enough couch in your living room. There’s a stain on your ceiling. You know because you’ve been staring at it for hours. The bottle of beer you had been drinking is now rolling around on the rotting wooden floor of your apartment, your hand resting in the puddle it has left behind. If you were more present in the moment you’d be annoyed by the lack of comfort your couch provides.

Your eyes are usually blue, not that anyone would be able to tell right now. The pills you had taken, whatever they were, resulted in the pupils of your eyes dilating more than double their size. This is your favorite thing about humans. Their little chemistry experiments. You don’t have these things back home.

You’re not sure how much time has passed but the shouting has stopped. With your eyes now closed you can tell that your surroundings have become darker. The sun must have set. You open your eyes slowly, cautiously, not wanting to be attacked by any bright lights. You’re right, the sun has set. You look over to the coffee table where the cheap digital clock is, but before you can check the time your attention is caught by the little packet with some leftover white stuff inside. You’re tempted to reach for it and make the high last a bit longer, but your plans are disrupted by loud banging on the door.

Not your door, you realize as you’re halfway dragging yourself up off the couch.

The neighbor’s door slams shut.

Now sitting on the couch leaning your back against the backrest, you stay in the dark and the quiet. Listening to the dripping of tap water, you stare at the two tiny flashing red dots on the clock. It’s 10:36PM.

You gather up all the strength you can muster and get up. Your vision turns black almost immediately and the buzzing in your head turns into a vicious high-pitched frequency. The pressure on your brain is unbearable and your dizziness almost causes you to stumble back onto the couch. Instead of allowing yourself to fall backward, you try your best to stumble forward and lean against the doorframe that connects the kitchen to the living room. There used to be a door here, you recall, as your vision slowly comes back and the buzzing and dizziness subsides. You can feel a headache coming on, so, once you feel you have regained enough control over your body, you move to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

You can hear loud laughing and screaming from the outside. Carefully walking to the window, making sure not to bump into anything in the dark of your apartment, you notice a bunch of people running around in the street.

It’s probably Friday.

Your cheap apartment is in a very lively part of town. If you had to count you’d say there are at least ten bars, pubs, and clubs, all within five minutes of walking distance. It only gets annoying when you’re trying to sleep. You know that won’t be happening for you anytime soon, so you put on some nicer clothes, grab your keys and decide to go out instead.

Exiting the apartment building you feel cold air wrap around your exposed legs and arms. You are wearing a black miniskirt and a tank top. Not your usual style. The cold weather is making you regret choosing to ‘switch it up’ tonight of all nights. You use your hands to hug yourself and rub up and down your upper arms in a useless attempt at keeping yourself warm.

One thing you don’t like about this body is how much it feels. It’s insufferable.

You pick up your pace hoping that whatever bar you end up in will be warmer than this. You turn into a dark alleyway between two apartment buildings, deciding to go to the one place you haven’t been to yet. The path is empty, except for a man leaning against the wall, smoking. You hope he doesn’t talk to you.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out all alone?”

Never mind.

You roll your eyes and keep walking. Before you can get too far he grabs you by your arm and turns you around.

“I’m talking to you, slut.” he hisses as he drags you to the side, probably to make sure no one sees what he’s doing. His sudden proximity shocks you slightly, but the residue of the chemicals in your brain prevents your body from entering fight or flight, which you are grateful for.

Another thing you hate about the human body: The way it reacts to everything.

You feel the man’s rough hands on your shoulders as he pushes you back, you can’t help the groan you let out when you make painful contact with the hard brick wall behind you. The sound grabs his attention. Without saying a word, you give him a look that’s clearly challenging him. An ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ kind of look. He only smirks in response. What’s a little weak girl like you going to do against a big strong man like him?

You feel him press up against you but before he can do much else a force flings him off of you. You watch his body fly through the air and hit the wall opposite you as you remain situated against the one he previously had you pressed up against. You notice that, in his sudden retreat, he dropped his pack of cigarettes. You hear him groan in pain as you bend down to pick up the pack and light one for yourself.

“Took you long enough.”

She doesn’t respond, too busy having dinner. You continue to watch her, looking down at her body on top of the poor man. You’re mesmerised by her animalistic nature before you are abruptly pulled away from your thoughts by loud laughter coming from a few blocks away.

“Nat” you warm her as you drop the cigarette butt on the floor and walk towards her carefully. Keeping your distance you nudge her shoulder with your foot. She looks up at you and, for a split second, the world around you freezes. You’re not sure if it’s fear or something else but her big sharp teeth and face covered in blood was enough to take your breath away.

Her face and body start to shift into her more human form once she drops what’s left of the man’s body in the dumpster behind her.

She stalks towards you and you can’t help but be hypnotized by her beauty. She’s one of your best ones. One of your favorite ones.

Once she reaches you, she wastes no time in invading your personal space and licking up the side of your neck before she bites down. Her teeth, now human, aren’t sharp enough to have caused any real damage, but you still hiss in pain when they sink into your neck hard enough to draw blood. That’s what she wants. Blood. The realization hits you like a train. You push her away harshly. Even in human form, she’s still a fiend. A savage one. She stumbles back and, once she finds her footing, glares at you.

“Go home.” you command.

“Let me-” she clears her throat, getting used to her vocal cords again. She’s been away for a while. “Let me come with you.” she says slowly as she starts to move towards you again.

You take a step back. She sees your hesitance and pouts at you, giving you her best puppy dog eyes. You almost laugh at her duality. You just watched her, quite literally, eat a man. You shake your head and, with a grin you can no longer hide, extend your hand out for her to take.

“Behave.” you tell her as she grabs your hand with an excited bounce to her walk.

“Yes, boss.” she nods her head and gives you a teasing smile.

You’re acutely aware of the fact that she’s still very much covered in blood, so you decide the best thing to do is to take her back to your place and get her cleaned up.

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The light in your apartment flickers slightly as you turn it on. Before you can say anything Natasha barges into the room and flops herself down on your couch. You grimace at the possibility of her getting blood on your already shitty furniture.

“Oi!” you shout and her head snaps to you “Get up!”

She doesn’t move, only continues to stare at you, confused. You walk to her and she leans back as you approach. Looking up at you, she spreads her legs and you can see her begin to smirk before you grab her by her arm and drag her to the bathroom.

“Hey.” she whines, but still lets you pull her with you. When you reach the bathroom you make her face the mirror. “Oh.” is all she says as she notices the state she’s in. There’s blood all over her chin and cheeks. Some has even managed to get to her forehead and hair. Her shirt is also drenched in blood. She’s used to being in a state like this but you’re not a fan of having to buy a new couch every time she decides to come over. “Get yourself cleaned up.” you tell her as you exit the bathroom.

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You change into sweats and a shirt, and unintentionally doze off briefly while you wait for Natasha to get out of the shower. When you wake up shortly after, you notice that the bathroom door is opened and the light in it is turned off.

Looking around the apartment you finally find her staring at herself in the body-length mirror in your room. You stop in your tracks once you see that she’s naked.

“I always forget how weird human bodies are.” she thinks out loud once she notices your presence.

“Beautiful.” you correct her in a whisper as you walk towards her slowly.

She sees you watching her in the reflection of the mirror and smirks. “Uh-huh.” she hums in agreement as she looks herself over again.

She moves her hands up her stomach and to her breasts. Her eyes flicker to you for a second making sure you’re watching. When she sees you are, she squeezes them and moans quietly.

You suck in a breath and move closer to her. Pressing your clothed body against her naked back you wrap your arms around her waist. She sighs in contentment at the feel of your body against hers as she leans into you. You sway your bodies slightly from side to side, relaxing her further before you start to move your hand lower.

“This is my favorite part.” you whisper to her as you move your hand even lower and press down on her clit. Her hips buck forward at the contact. You continue to move your fingers in small circles as you watch her reflection in the mirror. Her head is resting on your shoulder, eyes closed. Her lips are slightly parted, as she tries to control her breathing, and her fingers are experimentally pinching at her nipples. She’s trying to remember what feels best. Smiling to yourself at her attempts, you move your other hand up and over her own, remembering exactly what she likes. She moans in pleasure at the sensation when you guide her hand and move her fingers just right, you watch her copy the movement with her other hand.

She turns her head to the side. Her face now resting in the crook of your neck as she starts to leave light kisses on the same spot she sank her teeth into earlier.

“More.” she begs, getting frustrated with the slow and gentle movement of your two fingers that are still circling her clit at a leisurely pace.

“You’re so good for me.” you praise as you move your hand lower, feeling her wetness coat your fingers. “So patient,” you say as you easily enter one into her. "So wet."

She moans into your ear and her knees buckle, you have to let go of her hand and move yours down to her waist again to hold her up.

“Look at yourself, princess.” you tell her as you move your finger in and out of her at a torturous pace. Sweat is now glistening on her skin and her breathing has picked up. Her red hair is let down and messy over her shoulders. She looks beautiful. You want her to see, but she’s not listening. You stop your movements and she whines in annoyance as she tries to move her hips and grind against your hand. You move the arm that’s around her waist lower and hold down her hips to prevent her from moving.

“Look.” you tell her again, this time with more authority in your voice.

She lifts her head up from your shoulder and makes eye contact with you in the mirror.

“So pretty.” you say as you start to move your hand again. She watches your hand movements for a few seconds before her eyes settle on the bruise she has left on your neck.

“I want to taste you,” you tell her once she looks at you again.

She bites her bottom lip and nods her head eagerly. You retract your hand from her core but before she can complain about the loss of contact you push her onto the bed. You take your shirt and bra off as you settle yourself between her legs, and start leaving light kisses from her knee up the inside of her thigh. You slowly make your way up to where she wants you most.

She leans up on her elbows and watches you in anticipation. You feel her eyes on you so you look up and wink at her. You feel butterflies in your stomach when she grins down at you.

Stupid human emotions.

You drag your tongue up her slit before licking and sucking on her clit. She breaks eye contact as she throws her head back in pleasure and screams out your name. You hum against her core, causing the vibrations to send another wave of pleasure through her. She threads her fingers through your hair and holds your face down as she starts to roughly grind against it. You stick out your tongue and allow her to do as she pleases until you move your hand up to her cunt and force two fingers into her. Her grip on your hair tightens as you start to pump your fingers in and out of her again. Despite the force by which she’s holding your head down, you are still able to move your face away from her cunt and move up her body. You leave open-mouthed kisses on her tummy and suck on one of her nipples once your reach her breasts. Her hands are still in your hair and she pushes your head down again as she arches into you. You can feel her nearing her release.

“Not yet.” you warn her as you connect your lips to hers. She kisses you back immediately, and you can’t help but compare the way she makes you feel to the pills you took earlier. You feel dizzy, in the best way possible. You get so lost in the kiss that the movement of your hand becomes sloppy. Natasha groans in frustration and starts to fuck herself against your fingers. Her hands have now moved from the back of your head to your shoulder blades. You groan as her nails dig into your skin as she continues to near her orgasm.

Breaking away from the kiss, you use your free hand to hold yourself up and watch her tits bounce as she ruts against your hand. You meet her movement and pick up your pace. You feel her tighten around your fingers so you curl them up exactly how you know she needs you to, and with a few more thrusts of your hand and her hips, she falls apart around you. Not giving her the opportunity to catch her breath you move your mouth back down to her core and spend the rest of the night reintroducing her to the human body.

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You wake up to an empty bed, your body aching and your head throbbing. You hear sounds coming from the TV in your living room as you throw on your hoodie and pair it with the sweatpants you wore last night.

“I’m sick of listening to your parents complain about you.” Natasha says as she notices your presence. You walk over to the kitchen and grab yourself a beer.

“Don’t listen to them, then.” you shout to her as you shut the fridge. You pop the cap off and sit down next to her. “That’s what I do.” you finish off before you take a swing of the bitter drink.

“Easy for you to say.” she protests, her attention still focused on the show she’s watching.

About ten annoying laugh tracks later you groan in frustration, you reach for the remote and turn it off.

“Hey!” she kicks your ankle with her foot. “I was watching that.”

With one last swing of the bottle, you chug the remainder of your drink before you speak. “Well now you’re not.” you tease her.

You notice that expression flash over her features. That animalistic look, like she’s ready to pounce. You raise an eyebrow up at her, giving her a moment to calm her anger.

“Are you hungry?” you realise maybe you shouldn’t have bothered her before breakfast. She doesn’t speak only nods her head as she holds eye contact with you. Her eyes are slowly turning all black. The green and the white are now almost completely gone. You think for a second. There’s no way you can let her go out there hungry during the day. Even though there isn’t much space on the couch, you move as far back from her as you can. You’re not scared of her, she can’t kill you, but you know from experience it’s also not above her to attack you and you don’t want to have to fight her off.

“Can you wait until tonight or are you going to have to go back?” you question, deciding to allow her to have the final say, even though her options are limited. The darkness is taking over as her thirst for human blood steadily overpowers her. You figure it’s probably too late for her to be able to make a rational decision. So before she can slaughter half of your apartment building you jump back and, with a subtle wave of your hand, open a portal under her, through which she quickly falls, taking your pocket-sized couch with her. She’ll have plenty of souls to feast on back home.

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