I thought I would have a go at @syntheticavenger ‘s 8k Spooky Challenge, where you have to write a 800 word spooky story, featuring any avenger actor.
So here’s my entry, enjoy
Mine
A/N: This is a dark fic and is rated Mature. It features stalking/kidnap and inferred r*pe. Please heed the warnings. Not suitable for minors.
Pairing: Demon!Nat x Fem!Reader
Word count: 796
Song prompt: #1 Crush by Garbage
Солнышко – Little Sun
Любимая – Darling/beloved
Зайка - Bunny
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The thing about being a demon, Nat thought, was that you soon stopped really caring about the humans around you. They were play things, entertainment. She couldn’t remember exactly when she had become a demon. The days, and years, all started to blur when you had no mortal concerns.
She was faster, stronger, more resilient. She aged slower. She remembers that for the first few years she was like a child with a new toy, testing out how far she could push herself and what she could do. Her powers were good for making people cry before she ripped them to shreds.
But, she had to admit, she was starting to get bored. Bored of the monotony, bored of hiding herself 24/7. Then, everything changed. She met you.
The first time Nat saw you she stopped dead in her tracks. Her mouth was dry and was barely conscious to everyone who was bumping into her and grumbling. Nothing mattered except you.
She knew in that moment she would die for you. Lay her life on the line to protect you. In fact, she thought she was dying at this moment due to the physical distance between you. You shone like the sun, were so beautiful it made her want to cry. If you were hers the only tears you were spill would be for her, the only pain that which she inflicted sweetly on you. If…..no, when. There was no doubt in her mind. If she hadn’t already sold her soul she’d have done so in an instant. You would give her life meaning again.
So she watched you, learnt your routines, followed you. Sometimes she insinuated herself close to you, to see if you noticed her, to see if you felt this pull as well. You would only be able to ignore her for so long.
But demons are not known for their patience. Every time she saw you, and saw no echoing burning in your eyes it felt like her heart, and organ she had little use for now, was being squeezed, being stabbed. It burned, but she welcomed it. In her mind this pain proved that she loved you, that you were meant to be together. She would make you see.
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You came-to groggily. You looked so sweet and innocent as you roused to consciousness. Nat had made sure you would be comfortable, dressing you in fluffy pyjamas, with nice fuzzy socks. She’d even braided your hair as you slept, to keep it off your face. She stroked your brow and spoke to you softly.
“That’s it, солнышко, wake-up for me now.”
Your eyes fluttered open, soft and relaxed for a moment, until your brain told you that you weren’t where you expected to be. Then your eyes went wide and you lurched backwards across the bed.
“Who are you, where am I?” Your voice was soft, but trembled.
“Oh, my любимая, it’s me, your Natalia. I’ve brought you home. To be with me.”
“I…I…I don’t know you.” Your voice was a whisper as you curled up on yourself.
“Oh зайка, you will. Because you are mine.” She smiled at you, the hint of a fang and a forked tongue peaking below her top lip, a flash of red in her eyes, and she crawled, naked, across the bed, caging you in with her body. She breathed in deeply, your scent intoxicating.
“I’m going to look after you, make you feel so good.” Her tongue snaked out and she licked up your neck, causing a whimper to escape you.
“I..c..can look after myself…”
Nat chuckled, her breath warm in your ear.
“Oh Любимая, you can’t. I’ve been dealing with your problems for weeks. That dipshit who groped you whilst you were at work? I killed him for touching what was mine.” She nuzzled in around your jaw. “I also got you’re a replacement microwave when yours started acting. Same make and model, you didn’t even notice. I’d do anything for you.”
Tears gathered in your eyes, you fear real and present. One of her hands moved to press against your stomach, then glided up, over your chest, to rest at the neckline of the pyjamas.
“You’re going to give everything to me. Say ‘Thank you Mistress….’”
The tears were rolling down your cheeks now, and she licked up each one with her tongue.
“Thank..y..you…M.m.mistress”
“Good зайка …”
The nail on her index finger shifted, elongating into a claw, which she drew down the soft fluffy material, parting it to expose you. Then, with a crick of her neck, red leathery wings burst forth from her back, and a scaly tail wound its way up your leg.
You screamed, but it was swallowed by her mouth, and contained as her wings enclosed you both.
