When Natasha told you to leave. She didn’t tell you it was forever. If she had, you’d have begged harder. Pleaded more.
Fucked her better.
You didn’t want to have a normal life again. You couldn’t focus on anything except for her. You walked around the grocery store for hours, places you didn’t want to be.
You couldn’t forget her. It wasn’t a choice, you’d found yourself snarling when a friend had called. Your skin pricked like needles. Your hands kept shaking.
You sent her needy texts. Telling her you missed her, asking for her to come back. You wanted to do anything. Be anything Natasha wanted.
You thought about that a lot. What you must have done wrong.
When her hands touched your body, you didn’t know if you were broken or perfect.
Now you were left with your own hands. You kept your eyes closed, imagining the way Natasha whispered your name. Her fingers in your hair. The look in her eyes when you came. It was never the same.
You went to Natasha’s house, but you could tell it was empty. You checked every window, ignoring the ‘For Sale’ sign swinging outside.
You had one friend who stayed persistent. You could tell she was trying to disentangle Natasha from your mind. You hated it. You wanted Natasha to stay in there forever. You knew she would.
Your friend dragged you to a nightclub in the end. Somewhere you could forget yourself and try your best to forget Natasha too.
If you were honest, it was the first time you were tempted. The idea of forgetting for a second that she wasn't there.
You saw long forgotten friends at the bar. They gave you dirty looks and you remembered you didn’t care. Natasha had marked your insides. How could you care.
Your mind was hazy when you started to dance. Bodies were blurred and unimportant. A stranger touched your shoulder and you felt your heart jolt. Undecided if you should pretend. If you could.
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.
You stared down at the screen and forgot the world. She was calling.
She was calling.
You ran from the club.
Heart pounding. On the dark street you picked up the call. You were shivering already, bare limbs exposed in a lace tank top and high waisted shorts.
There was silence on the other end.
Breathlessly, you whispered. ‘Hello?’
‘Where are you?’ She snapped coldly.
Tears came to your eyes. She was there. You glanced at the nearest street signs, reading them obediently.
‘I’ve missed you.’ You whispered as she hung up.
You sat on the edge of the sidewalk, light rain coating your trembling skin. Your high heels were filthy. You were scared she was going to leave again when she saw you. You should have dressed better. You couldn’t do anything right.
The hum of an engine caught your attention. You recognized the number plate.
You stepped into the road.
The car screeched to a halt. The driver’s door swung open and Natasha stepped out. She was wearing a red dress. Her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were savage.
‘Get in.’ She snarled.
You ran obediently to the other side, swallowing the happy feeling that she might kill you tonight.
Inside the car, the smell of Natasha filled your mind again. You couldn’t look at her. Some instinct telling you not to dare.
You kept your head tilted down and looked at your lap. Silence filled the space between you. At last, the engine started again and Natasha drove you away.
Tears slipped onto your cheeks. She was so close, but you’d messed it all up before. You began to cry, body convulsing with desperately quietened sobs.
‘Y/N.’ She warned you in a low voice.
You loved her so much and you couldn’t stop.
‘I’m sorry.’ You whispered, watching the hot tears drip onto your legs.
The car stopped abruptly and you looked up for the first time. She’d taken you back to your house.
Desperation kicked in. She couldn’t leave you again.
At last, you looked at Natasha.
Her eyes were stormy now.
‘Please.’ You begged again. Unable to do anything but plead and obey.
Indecision crossed Natasha’s face. You couldn’t bear it.
‘I just want to be yours.’ You tried quietly. ‘Please, just let me be yours.’
Natasha left the car.
Your heart rabbited in your chest as you scrambled to follow her.
She walked back to your house and you followed. Mindless until she took your hand.
She led you to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you. Your skin crawled with anticipation.
Natasha pressed your chest, pushing you back until your legs caught on the window seat. You felt the cold glass press into your back. You’d sat here a thousand times, waiting for Natasha to come.
Natasha looked at you like you were already naked. She was breathing shallowly, her teeth glinting in the dark room. You tried to touch her side, needy at your core. Your hand touched her skin and you heard yourself whine. You were needy. You needed her. You needed her now.
Natasha pulled your tank top over your head, and your arms moved obediently upwards like a rag doll. Your heart thudded harder.
Natasha paused, bringing the lace fabric to her face and breathing it in. She closed her eyes. You watched in silent desperation.
Eyes half hooded, she moved your hand back to her body. You felt the sharp zipper of her dress and tugged it gently.
Her dress pooled like water on the floor. Soft moonlight cascaded over her naked body. You wanted to die for her.
Natasha’s breathing was still shallow. So was yours. You touched her shoulders. She was real. She was here.
Natasha touched the wetness between your legs as she removed the last of your clothes. Her hand was rough and you curled your face against her shoulder.
You never wanted her to stop. You wanted this forever.
Natasha leaned closer and her breasts touched yours. You heard yourself cry. The pressure of her body pushed you back against the window. Your legs wrapped around her waist.
Her hand slipped into the space between you, touching you gently.
‘Natasha.’ You chanted as her fingers slipped inside. You'd prayed for this.
She rubbed you gently until she didn't. Your clit swam in slow waves that turned to riptides.
She called your name. You were in ecstasy. You'd do anything she asked. You wanted to come.
You gasped for a breath, panting as you started to tense around her fingers.
Natasha's free hand stroked your back. Her fingers dug into your scars.
She loved you. You knew it. Your heart soared.
Natasha's warm breath lingered on your neck. She beckoned inside you.
You bit her shoulder and came over her fingers.
Natasha groaned into your skin.
You kissed her unbroken skin. Your heart thumped against your ribs.
Natasha moved immediately down your chest until her lips hovered over your left breast.
You knew she wanted what was beating behind it. You wanted to give it to her.
You lifted your chest to meet her lips. Her sharp teeth glanced against your nipple. You pushed yourself closer. You wanted her close. You wanted to be hers.
You wanted her to take everything.
You pushed Natasha away.
Fury lit the room for a brief moment. She looked unearthly in the charcoal shades of the room.
You slid to your knees and Natasha’s face turned to shameless greed.
She pressed your face between her legs. You followed blindly, your tongue moving between wet folds. You lapped at the hot, sweet taste. You'd craved this forever. You swam in the desperate need.
Natasha tightened her grip of your hair and you let yourself become mindless again.
You only needed her. She was on your tongue. She was coating your throat.
You slipped your tongue inside Natasha and tried to beg her without words.
Natasha made a sound you’d never heard from her before. You tasted heaven as it spilled out. You felt sated at last. Your cheeks were sticky. You were covered in her. You pressed yourself closer to the warmth.
Natasha held your head in place as the tremors went through her. Your mind hummed. You licked gently, patiently.
When she let go. You looked up at her. Her eyes were hypnotic.
You wiped your cheek absentmindedly. It was no use. You could already feel it trickling down your neck.
Unwavering, Natasha's stare followed the slow trickle.
You bit your lip and let the blood pool under your tongue.
Clint could feel darkness encroaching on his senses as he bled out. He was dying, and there was nothing he or Natasha could do about it this time.
"Nat .... I love you..." He murmured as his eyes slipped shut. --@deafarcher (vampire!Nat)
Panic was starting to bubble up in Nat as she held Clint, blood tinted tears running down her face. "No no no... Clint come on stay with me-" but she knew he wouldn't make it, not if she didn't change him.
She took a deep breath, letting her fangs extend before biting into his neck and drinking. Once she pulled away she opened a vein in her wrist, dripping the blood into his mouth before coaxing him to swallow. "Come on Clint... I need you... I love you."
vampire!nat is so lestat coded and maiden!reader is so louis coded. they don’t have a claudia because vamp!nat doesn’t think she’s capable of taking care of one and maiden!reader had always been content being alone but they’re very much happy and in love (minus the abuse part duh)
Being soooo excited the first time vampire Natasha bites you because literally every (fictional) thing says it feel divine and Natasha hasn’t denied it. She’s even going to do it just after you start coming so it’ll feel impossibly amazing and just the thought of it is enough to get you off (not that Natasha lets you, your first time with a bite is tortuously slow as she not only builds your orgasm but your anticipation too). When Natasha finally bites you it hurts. It hurts so fucking bad but you’re already coming and there’s nothing you can do to stop it (you couldn’t have anyway, Natasha is so much stronger than you) and then you feel the humiliating pleasure of the pain turning you on and Natasha moans, extremely happy with this turn of events. Of course this means she can’t get enough of you. Having her attention feels so good but you only ever admit how much you like the pain when you’re close to coming <3
she knows too and taunts u about it for sure, telling you how pathetic it is that you get off on her biting you
(in regards to vampire!nat coming while she grinds on jackie’s thigh while she feeds from her) - and if i say this is all before nat’s even taken her pants off. but nat can’t help it, the taste of jackie is just sooooooo overwhelming to her- she’s satisfied in every way- and it feels like her entire body is *vibrating* whenever she feeds from jackie, her hips just move on their own and she goes kinda -head empty; jackie only-, everything getting kind of Fuzzy in her mind, and she doesn’t even realize she’s come until she comes back to her senses, seeing jackie just looking at her with a small smile on her face, asking if she’s okay 🥹
