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Tease Me - Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Reader

《 star wars fandom • din djarin x reader • mandalorian x reader 》

☆ you are responsible for your media consumption. this content has extreme warnings / triggers. this content may make some people uncomfortable. please be safe and take warnings seriously. if you need help or need to talk to someone, i am available for anyone ☆

♡ warnings: teasing, punishment, cunnilingus, p in the v, all is consensual this time ♡

《 summary: a job requires you to play the role of the Mandalorian’s slave. when you decide to have a little fun, he decides to show you where teasing will get you. 》

「 Side Note: Reader and the Mandalorian have an understood arrangement regarding his helmet. Reader knows to not look at him when he takes it off, and he tells her when he puts it back on. Let's just say, they've done this many times, so they are used to it... enjoy! 」

“She’s my slave,” Din announced. “She goes where I go.”

The bouncer and you matched a reaction of shock, but both quickly concealed.

“Is that so?” He asked, looking you over once again. “How did you get a sexy little thing like her so indebted to you? I’d pay for the night, if you’re willing.”

You fought all urges to kill the man where he stood, and even through the thick coat of beskar, the Mandalorian could sense this tension rising. You retreated into the side of your master, knowing if you did not hide your growingly agitated demeanor you would break the false formalities and blow your cover. His arm reaching out to cover you further, which made you feel admittedly protected and at ease, the Mandalorian denied the man’s request.

“This one is not for sharing. I’ve grown quite attached to the way her tongue works.”

The man laughed obnoxiously and you could feel Din’s amusement despite his facade. You boosted forward, but you were stopped suddenly by an arm of beskar holding you back. The helmeted Mando looked down at you with a warning you knew translated to behave.

“Oh, I understand, I understand. If you ever change your mind, you know where I’ll be.”

You passed by the bouncer, Din’s gloved hand on the curve of your back to guide you. His thumb brushed under the hem of your shirt as he knew you liked - an attempt to calm you, and in his way, apologize for the necessary disrespectful tone.

You made your way over to the bar, sitting next to each other in the rather uncomfortable high tops. The Mandalorian signaled for two drinks. Sipping from his, he whispered the apology.

“You know I had to say something.”

“I know you won’t be appreciating my tongue any time soon.”

Din leaned in closer to you, if it wasn’t for the helmet, you could have felt his hot breath on your neck.

“That’s fine. I’ll make it up to you with mine.”

You looked up at him before taking a drink to hide your fluster. The effect he had on you was immense and he knew it.

“Mandalorian,” A man approached, his presence alone expressing his distaste. “You made it. Please, come join me, and bring your-“

“slave, working off a debt to me,” Mando finished, a little too enthusiastically for your liking.

Din’s hand brushed your skin again as he lead you to the secluded table set for two.

“I apologize, I did not expect you to be traveling in a pair, but certainly she can-“

“Sit.” The Mandalorian finished his sentence while commanding you by motioning with his hand. You placed yourself across his lap, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“I like the way you think, Mandalorian.”

The man motioned for one of his women to come over. She took similar position to you.

The men talked, but you were focused on another game. Your hand trailed across the areas of his chest not protected with armor. Your fingers found there way to his shirt collar and pulled down slightly to expose the skin of his neck.

“My turn to play,” you whispered, low enough only he could hear you over the bustling establishment. He tensed and gripped your thigh as your lips connected. You left love bites, licking and sucking sensually as you moved along. His grip on your thigh became instantly painful as you began grinding against him, feeling him harden.

“I want you, Mando,” you teased. “I need you to fuck me good.”

Your hand slipped underneath the table, out of sight, and massaged him gently. He grew harder by the moment as you played with him. He dug his hands into your thighs harshly again - a warning you ignored. You reached for his hand and guided it inside of your pants.

“I’m so wet for you, Mando.”

His gloved fingers naturally moved their way around your folds, the harsh fabric hitting your clit in an unexpectedly pleasurable way. You continued to palm him, mimicking his motions.

“I need you so bad,” you moaned. “Please, daddy, fuck me.”

To your surprise and the man across the table, your Mandalorian stood, tossing you over his shoulder with ease.

“Excuse me,” he announced before making his way over to the bathroom of the establishment.

He locked the door behind him and immediately pinned you against the wall.

“Do you think you’re funny?”

“A little,” you replied. “What? Did you not like that?”

“I’m going to show you how much I liked that.”

“Don’t you have more important business to handle than fucking a slave in a bathroom?”

“No.”

He spun you around and pressed your face into the wall roughly. He jerked your pants down and brought himself to his knees. You could hear the clang of his helmet against the floor as he took it off and buried his face into you, his tongue playing with your folds before focusing on sucking your clit.

“You’re going to regret teasing me, little one.”

His hands rubbed your thighs and backside roughly, spreading you apart for easy access. Your moans filled the small space. You reached behind and ran your fingers through his curls, tugging at him as he picked up his pace. Your legs nearly buckled as he ate you like he hadn’t eaten in days.

As his mouth disconnected, you immediately felt the wind down in your stomach and disappointment wave over you. He stood, wrapping his arms around your frame and nuzzling his face in your neck before burying himself deep inside of you. You cried out as he pounded you, the pressure in your stomach building again, but this time harder. You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to silent your moans. He grabbed your hand and pulled it away.

“No, let them hear you. I want everyone to know you’re in here being fucked like the dirty little slut you are.”

His cock filled you harshly until it was pleasantly painful. You could not hold back your moans. His now ungloved hand reached around you to play with your clit, moving in circular motions. Your head fell back against his chest. You no longer cared about who heard you. You cried out as you inched closer and closer to finishing. Your legs began to shake.

“You didn’t think I’d let you come just like that, did you? After all you did out there?”

He pulled out and away from you all at once. You immediately felt the lack of his presence.

“Please,” you begged. “Please let me come. Please, daddy.”

The head of his cock pressed against your folds. He moved slowly, pressing it against your aching clit. You jerked back into him needing more. His hand connected with your ass with a sharp pain.

“Be a good girl now. Don’t you think you need to be punished?”

His hand connected with your ass again, and again, and again until the mere gentle touch of his hand hurt. He brought you away from the wall and moved you into all fours in the middle of the room. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you back into him.

“Now, I want to hear you. If you hold your pretty sounds back, I’ll have to punish you again. Do you understand?”

You nodded as much as your head would allow.

“Yes, sir. Please, I need you.”

He filled you again, spreading you open as he pounded you. He pressed your face against the ground and nailed you so hard you were going numb. You moaned for him, not holding back. Each thrust sent you crying out again. His hand reached around, and played with your sore clit again. Instead of sensual circular motions, this time it was raw back and forth movement. You bucked away from him at the intensity, but he held you in place. You shook under him as you released, your walls clenching around his cock. He buried himself as deep inside of you as he could to fill you with his come. You both rode your orgasms together before he collapsed over you, both of you breathless and sore.

He sat back against the wall of the bathroom, pulling you into his chest. You were careful to keep your gaze down as you rested against him, your skin against the chest armor he was still wearing.

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before teasing me,” he warned. He kissed your cheek sweetly and then kissed down your jaw. You looked forward, but appreciated the limited beauty you could see out of the corner of your eye, the way his sweaty hair fell into his face. You closed your eyes and turned your face to connect your lips with his. You brought your hands to his cheeks and his curls, taking full advantage of his helmet being removed.

“If it means you fucking me like that, you can call me your slave anytime, and I’ll happily tease you in public.”

He pressed his lips against yours again and you could feel his smile. He pulled your hands away from his face gently, which you knew meant he was returning the helmet.

“You can open your eyes, darling.”

You did. You were unable to suppress the ping of disappointment you felt in your chest as you stared into the blackened screen, but you hid it from him as you always did. You both stood, readjusting your clothing to look presentable again.

“Ready, love?” He asked, unlocking the door.

You walked toward him - or tried to walk toward him, despite the aching pain you felt with each step. His intoxicating laugh filled the room.

“Do you need help?”

“No,” you responded quickly. “Maybe.”

“If they didn’t know you were fucked good before, they will now.”

He picked you up bridal style, your arms wrapping around his neck. As you left the bathroom, you could feel the peering eyes on you and your Mandalorian. You buried your face into his neck, avoiding the stares as best you could.

“Can we please get out of here soon?” You muttered.

“Oh no, this is still part of your punishment, pretty girl. Let them look and imagine all the ways I fucked you.”

You returned to the table, sitting over his lap the same way you had before, but this time you knew better than you play your games.

“So,” the Mandalorian began. “Where were we?”

#the mandolarian #din djarin #pedro pascal #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian one shot #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin one shot #star wars #star wars imagine #star wars one shot

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darkimaginarydesires · 3 years

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Don’t Make Me Mad - Dark!Bruce Banner x Reader

《 marvel fandom • dark!bruce banner x reader • dark!hulk x reader 》

♡ warnings: noncon/dubcon ♡

《 summary: when bruce banner gets jealous of someone flirting with you, he shows you that you are his. 》

You stood against the wall of the party, chatting with a fellow shield agent. You were both laughing, enjoying yourselves. As he laughed, he put his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer.

“Oh, I-“ you began, gently pushing his hand off of you.

“(Y/N)”, Bruce Banner interjecting, coming up from behind and placing his hand on your back. The agent immediately pulled away. “Can I talk to you for a moment, privately?”

You looked between the two of them, “of course, Bruce.”

Bruce took your hand, leading you away from the heart of the party, down the hallway, and into one of the bedrooms.

“You really need to talk privately, don’t you? What’s going on?”

Bruce shut the door, leaning against it with his fist raised. He punched the door angrily. You immediately ran to his side, putting your hands gently on his shoulders.

“Bruce, what’s wrong? Bruce-“

You were interrupted by Bruce’s hand wrapping around your throat and pulling you in close to him.

“Who is that?”

“Who?” You choked out, your hands pulling against his grip.

“The man you were so enamored with,” he spat, anger seeping from his voice.

“I-I don’t know, Bruce, just someone from work.”

Bruce released the grip on your neck. The inhale of air was blissful as you felt the oxygen recirculate your body. Bruce wrapped with arms around your waist and pulled you in close to him, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“I thought we had an arrangement.”

You tried to pull away from him, but he held onto you tightly.

“Bruce, we’ve had a few fun times, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

His grip tightened. Your body felt like it was being crushed between his strength.

“Doesn’t mean anything?”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that. I just... I didn’t think it was serious.”

“It’s serious to me.”

You pushed against him, wanting to look at his face.

“Bruce, look at me. Bruce, let go.”

He loosened his hold on you just enough for you to look up at him. You reached your hand up to cup his cheek gently.

“I didn’t know you felt that way. I’m sorry.”

His eyes burrowed into yours as his hands dug into your hip bones painfully.

“You’re mine.”

“Bruce, you’re hurting me.” You pushed against his chest, but his grip only tightened. “Let go. Bruce, get off of me!”

You shoved him back and slapped him across the face hard. The second your hand made contact, you felt your stomach drop, regretting what you had just done. His breathing became heavy. His fists clenched.

“Bruce, I’m sorry. I just...”

He grabbed you by the neck, pulling you in so your face was only inches away from his.

“You’re going to do everything I say or the other guy is going to come out and a lot of people are going to die.”

You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes. He pushed you back onto the bed forcefully. You watched in fear as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“I don’t want this right now. Please.”

“Don’t make me mad now, baby.”

You cried silently, tears flowing down your face. Bruce brought his hand up and gently wiped them away. He unclasped his belt buckle and pushed down his pants.

“Come here. On your knees.”

“Please don’t make me.”

“Come here!” He yelled suddenly, making you jump.

You slowly slid off of the bed and knelt in front of him.

“Open your pretty little mouth.”

You wanted to resist, but you knew the alternative would be much worse. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out as you know he likes.

“Good girl.”

He slowly pushed his cock into your mouth, letting out a moan as your lips closed around him. He thrusted slowly at first and then quickened his pace, his member hitting the back of your throat, causing you to choke on him. When he pulled away, spit was drooling from your lips.

“Stand. Turn around.”

You stood, your legs shaking and unbalanced. He slowly unzipped the back of your dress, pushing the straps off of your shoulders and letting it fall to your ankles. Then, he grabbed you roughly, pushing you over the edge of the bed and bending you over.

“Stay.”

You didn’t move. You heard the sound of him picking his belt up off of the floor. He rubbed the cold leather against your bare ass softly. Grabbing your hair and yanking you backwards into his chest, he growled.

“This is for being a dirty little fucking slut. You need to know you are mine.”

He shoved you back into the bed and struck the leather against your ass. You whimpered in pain, wanting to move away, but afraid of the repercussions. He continued on, strike after strike until your skin was raw and bruised. He dropped the belt on the floor and yanked your hair back again. Your skin burned as it pressed against him.

“Who’s are you, baby girl?”

You let out a soft cry, not wanting to say the words. He spanked your ass harshly causing you to whimper in pain.

“I’m yours. I’m all yours, sir.”

“Mmm. Good girl.”

He spun you around and threw you back on the bed. You cried out in pain as your ass connected with the fabric of the sheets. He crawled on top of you, pinning you down with your legs up around his shoulders.

“I know it hurts, baby, but every time it does, you are going to think of me. You will remember who you belong to.”

He rubbed his cock against your entrance.

“You’re so wet for me, baby girl. You’re so good.”

In one swift and powerful thrust, he pushed himself inside of you. You screamed out loudly as he covered your mouth with his hand. He pounded harshly into you repeatedly. The skin of your ass burned with every thrust. His moans filled the room. You wanted to cry out to scream, but you could not. He removed his hand from your mouth to connect his lips with yours. He kissed you passionately as he fucked you into oblivion. He reached his hand down to rub his fingers against your clit. He continued to hit your spot over and over again until you were a shaking mess underneath him.

“Good girl, baby,” he repeated as you came. “Who’s do you belong to?”

“Y-you.” You managed to mutter out through your shaky voice.

He continued to pound into you, harder now, his fingers working at your clit twice as hard.

“I want you to come again, baby. Come with me.”

You felt the pressure build up in your stomach. You tried to contain it, but you couldn’t. You came again, feeling yourself clench around his cock as he came, pushing his come deep inside of you. He collapsed onto the bed beside you. You went to stand and collect your clothing, but he pulled you back.

“Lay with me a moment, honey.”

Your face pressed into his chest, you wrapped your arms around his figure. You wanted desperately to cry out, scream for help, but you imagined the beast releasing. You imagined the lives that would be risked by you denying him what he wanted. He rubbed his hand against your sore bottom, massaging it gently.

“Did you learn your lesson?” He asked softly, almost sounding like the Bruce you knew before.

“Yes, sir.” You replied.

“I want you to come home with me tonight,” he suggested.

“I-I...” you tried to think of an excuse but he interjected.

“You are mine, aren’t you? Don’t you want to be with me? I would be very upset if you said no.”

You nodded softly, imagining what your life would be like now. You could not escape him. Your lack of compliance would hurt innocent people.

You were trapped in an endless game.

#Avengers #avengers imagine #avengers noncon #bruce banner #bruce banner imagine #bruce banner noncon #bruce banner fanfiction #noncon #dubcon #dark bruce banner #dark!bruce banner #hulk #the hulk #the hulk imagine #hulk imagine #hulk noncon #the hulk noncon

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darkimaginarydesires · 3 years

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Ok if your comfortable with it Snape being a total Manipulative creep towards his twin sister and she doesn’t even realize and let’s him do what he wants like their whole relationship is just him controlling her and taking advantage of her kinda Dubcon but she just doesn’t care

I’m not comfortable with any form of incest, but if you have any other requests let me know ♥️

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darkimaginarydesires · 3 years

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What are your rules depending on your answer i might have a very kinky deprived request also I love your work so much especially the Severus Snape stuff

https://dark-imaginary-desires.tumblr.com/requestrules

Here ya go(: I love a very kinky deprived request so let me know. And, thank you for the love and support. It means so much to me!!

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darkimaginarydesires · 3 years

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Oh, Baby - Dark!Severus Snape x Reader

《 harry potter fandom • dark!severus snape x reader 》

♡ warnings: noncon/dubcon, breeding kink ♡

○ side note: thank you for this request! ○

《 summary: your boyfriend of a few months, severus snape, has a breeding kink he’s been trying to hide from you, but he can’t hide it for long 》

“Are you sure you don’t mind coming with me?” You asked once again, worried you were taking advantage of your sweet boyfriend.

Severus pulled your hand back, stopping you from walking.

“Darling, I already told you I don’t mind. It will be … nice meeting one of your old friends.”

You leaned up and kissed him gently. “Thank you.”

Your old friend from primary school, Darlene, invited you to have dinner with her tonight. You were incredibly nervous, but ever so grateful that Severus was willing to come with you to make you feel more comfortable.

You knocked on her door, looking over at Severus as you waited for her to answer. As though he could sense your nervousness, he put his arm around you.

“(Y/N)! Come in, come in. You must be Severus. (Y/N) told me all about you.”

You entered the home, immediately seeing another woman sitting on the couch holding a small bundle.

“This is my sister, Tiana, and my little niece! She’s three months old.”

You immediately sat next to the sister, admiring the adorable baby.

“Would you like to hold her?” Tiana asked.

She placed the little one in your arms. Severus stood across the room, hardly able to contain himself. He watched you nurturing the baby and all he could imagine was you with his child. He imagined you pregnant, your belly growing. He would support you, give you foot rubs, put together the child’s room, press his head against your belly to hear and feel the kicks. He imagined filling you up with so much come there was no possible way you would not get pregnant. His hard on pressed against his pants. He sat next to you, hoping to conceal the erection.

“Isn’t she just the sweetest, Sev?” You looked up at him and could see the intensity in his eyes.

“She’s precious,” he replied, not being able to take his eyes off of you.

The rest of the night went painfully slow for Severus. All he wanted was to get home. You had noticed his quietness, but tried to assume it was only because he was anxious being around unknown people.

You went back to your flat, as soon as you opened the door you turned to him.

“What is it? You were awfully quiet tonight. Are you alright?”

He kissed you, pulling you in as close to him as possible. You immediately kissed him back, naturally falling into his hold. You pushed him away slightly.

“No distracting me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

His grip on your hips tightened. He didn’t want to say, but the idea of you saying yes was worth the possible result of a bad reaction.

“It was you... holding the baby.” You didn’t speak, encouraging him to continue. “All I could imagine was what if that was our baby. I just want to fill you. I want you to carry my child inside of you. I want...”

“breeding kink much?” you joked.

Joking was a good sign to him. “What do you say?”

“Well, I’m not having a baby. We’ve only been together a few months now, Sev. I’m not ready to be a mother.”

“You would be an amazing mother.”

“I’m not having a baby,” you repeated, his disappointment was apparent. “But...” his attention perked up as he pulled you closer. “If you make me a fetus deletus potion for me to take, I’d be willing to play along.”

“Really?”

“Please, fill me with your come, daddy,” you pleaded, smiling deviously at him.

That’s all he needed. He picked you up, your legs automatically wrapping around him. He carried you to the bed, striping off both of your clothes faster than you’d ever seen him do. He laid you back in the bed and left a trail of kisses down your stomach, slowly reaching to your inner thighs. As he went down on you, he could only imagine how soon his seed would be dripping out of you, and then eventually, you’d have a baby this way. He was so hard it was pleasantly painful. He physically couldn’t wait any longer. He rubbed his cock against your entrance.

“Tell me what you want, little one.”

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close, your lips barely brushing against each other.

“I want you to put a baby in me, daddy. Please, give me your come.”

He pounded into you. You let out a loud moan as he thrusted over and over again. You scratched at his back as he pressed your body into his.

“I’m going to give you a baby, little girl. I’m going to fill you up over and over again. I’m going to keep filling you up until I know you’re carrying my child.”

This was easily the best sex you’d ever had. He pounded into you, throwing you around the room in different positions. You turned him over so you were straddling him now. He smiled, but went to reclaim the control. You pushed his arms down into the bed.

“No, no, no, daddy. I want your come in me. I want you to come, and I know just how to make you.”

You rode him slowly, rocking your hips in the ways you knew he liked it. His moans filled the room. When he was close, he sat up, wrapping his arms around your body and holding you against his bare chest. You continued your motions, wanting to make him feel good. As he came, he pulled your body down roughly onto him until it was painful. His cock still inside of you, he kissed you sweetly and pressed his hand against your stomach.

“I love you,” he said. “I love both of you.”

“I love you, too.”

It didn’t take long until you were back at it, again, and again, and again.

Afterwards, you both laid in bed. He held you more protectively than he ever had. You loved every moment of it.

“My love?” you asked.

“Yes?”

“This feels absolutely amazing, but I need that potion before it’s too late.”

Severus became instantly disappointed, but tried his hardest not to show it.

“Of course, darling. I’ll be right back.”

He went to your potion room, gathering the ingredients he needed. As he made it, he felt a pit in his stomach, hating to undo the work he had just done. He went to pour in the last ingredient, but stopped, putting it back on the table and taking the unfinished potion upstairs to you.

It had been a month.

You were late.

You bought a pregnancy test. Then two. Then three.

“Sev, I need to talk to you.”

“Yes, darling?”

“I’m pregnant.”

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darkimaginarydesires · 3 years

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just a psa,

i love snape and the marauders

You won’t see any hate from me (on literally anything because fuck that it’s all love, light, and dark fantasies here), and I won’t support any hate on any of the characters. I love the characters for who they are, bad and good. So, just make sure we’re all respecting each other’s opinions and spreading only love and fucked up kinks on here.

thanks for listening to my tedtalk (: love y’all

#harry potter dark fiction #harry potter noncon #Harry Potter #Harry Potter imagines #severus snape noncon #severus Snape #marauders #James Potter #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #dark fics #dark fiction

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Sleeping Beauty - Dark!Severus Snape x Reader

《 harry potter fandom • dark!severus snape x reader 》

♡ warnings: noncon/dubcon, somnophilia ♡

○ side note: someone requested something like this forever ago and I do not remember who it was... so thank you whoever you are! I loved writing this one! ○

《 summary: you are a professor at hogwarts. you wake to find severus snape rubbing himself on you, he decides to take advantage of the situation 》

You have had the same dream over and over again for the past few months. A mystery man, who appeared to you only as a shadow, would make love to you. The man felt familiar, as though he was someone you knew, but you could not pin who. Every time you finished in your dream, it seemed like you could feel it in reality. You had never had sex before. You were the save it until you found the right one kind of witch. You had never had dreams like this before, yet now it seemed to be every night. The pleasure made you feel guilty, yet you could not stop yearning for it every night.

Tonight, you took a potion to stop you from dreaming, hoping it would allow you to gain restful sleep. As you closed your eyes, you imagined your mystery man, but you did not dream of him.

You woke slowly, confused by what you were feeling. It was something smooth sliding between your legs slowly. You laid there too frightened to move. Then, you heard a low moan. You turned suddenly, reaching for your wand on the nightstand next to you. The wood just brushed against your fingers, but you were pulled back roughly and pinned to the bed.

“S-Severus?” You managed to mutter in a soft, almost inaudible whisper.

His eyes looked panicked as he stared down at you. You could feel his naked body pressed against you, only separated by the thin fabric of your nightgown.

“You are supposed to be dreaming,” he said simply.

“You’re my mystery man?”

He smiled gently, nodding. You shook your head, panic building in your chest.

“Get off of me. Severus, get off of me.”

“No, no, no. Hey... just calm down. You know me, sweetheart. You know me. I would never hurt you.”

He brushed his hands through your hair, trying to soothe you.

“You’ve been doing this every night. Every night for months... you’ve been making me dream and then.. that’s sick, Severus!”

“I love you, sweetheart. I love you,” He began frantically. “I need you. You loved your mystery man, didn’t you? Well, he is me. I am your love.”

Your mind raced at a hundred miles per hour. Confusion, betrayal, fear.

“Get off of me. You know I would never let you do anything like this. I’ve never... I’ve never...”

“I know. I know you are a virgin, but it only makes me love you more. I want to be the one to take that from you. I want you to give that to me.”

He pressed his member against you, making you panic even more. You could feel it rubbing against your clit, giving you a pleasurable sensation.

“Get off of me, Severus!”

“You are already wet for me, darling. You want it, too.”

“I said get off!”

Severus covered your mouth harshly, stopping you from screaming.

“I’m sorry, darling, but I have to be the one. I have to be the one to deflower you. I’ll be gentle if you let me.”

He touched his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes. You saw his eyes in a whole new light now. He held your arms behind your back with one hand, while to other silenced you. He continued to rub against you. You could feel yourself get more and more wet as the friction increased. Then, you felt him slip inside, just a little. You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Don’t cry, darling. You should know you are giving it to someone who truly loves you.”

He pushed farther now, stretching you painfully. You whimpered softly. He soothed you sweetly as he continued to thrust in and out of you. His moans filled the room as he quickened his pace. You could feel the sensation of pressure filling your stomach. You closed your eyes, trying not to focus on the pleasure you were feeling.

“Don’t close your eyes, darling. Look at me while you come. Look at me.”

You opened your eyes, tears continuing to fall and pool around your head. You felt the sweet release as your body started to shake. Soft moans leaving your closed mouth.

“That’s it, darling. Oh, fuck.”

He pushed into you harder than any of his last thrusts as he came, his come pooling into you. He stayed inside of you as he released his hold on your hands. He ran his fingers down your skin, his eyes fully taking in the view.

“I love you. I’m going to take my hand off of your mouth, but you can’t scream. If you scream, I’ll have to hurt you, okay? So, be a good girl and don’t scream.”

You nodded slowly, frightened of the abilities of this man you thought you knew. He pulled his hand away from your mouth, replacing it quickly with his lips.

“I’ll be back tomorrow night, okay?”

You shook your head, but he ignored you. He stood up from the bed and redressed. You sat up, pulling your knees into your chest. You watched him silently, wishing you had the courage to scream. Once he was dressed, he sat on the edge of the bed. He reached his hand out to brush against your cheek. You flinched away, but he did not seem to mind.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, my love.”

He stood and made his way over to the door, leaving you a wallowing mess. Without you noticing, he took out his wand and pointed it towards you.

“Obliviate.”

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Feisty - Dark!Winter Soldier x Reader

《 marvel fandom • dark!bucky barnes x reader • dark!the winter soldier x reader 》

♡ warnings: noncon/dubcon ♡

《 summary: you work for shield as an enemy of hydra. the winter soldier shows up at your house to eliminate you, but he decides to have his own fun first. 》

Another sleepless night. You walked out of your bedroom into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. In the reflection of the stainless steel, you saw the outline of him sitting in your dining room, a silver handgun on the table. You took a sip of water, watching him carefully. In one swift movement, you grabbed a knife and threw it. It stuck into the center of his chest, stopping at his protective vest. You reached for the gun on the table. As your fingertips brushed the cold metal, his biotic hand wrapped around your neck, the gun falling onto the ground. You frantically pulled against his grip in an attempt to breathe again, but his strength was incomparable. He slammed you on the table, your legs around his waist. Pinning you against the wood, he used his free hand to pull the knife from his chest and aim it at your lower abdomen. His grip loosened on your neck slightly as he leaned in closer to you.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

You pushed the knife away from your body as you flipped him over. Now straddling him, you used all of your strength to press down on the knife and plunge it into his chest. He easily used his metal arm to hold your arms in the same position, barely above his chest. He brought his other hand up to your face, brushing your hair behind your ears softly.

“What the fuck?” You muttered.

In a quick movement, he sprung you backwards, landing harshly on the floor. He stood, walking over to you as you grabbed the gun from the floor and pointed it at him.

“Don’t fucking move.”

His held his hands up, a small smile creeping onto his face.

“You got me, sweetheart.”

You stood, trying to catch your breath as you held the gun to him.

“I’m not your fucking sweetheart, asshole. What do you want?”

“I’m here to kill you, but, fuck, I like your fight.”

He took a step forward.

“Don’t fucking move!”

He laughed and took another step forward.

“How adorable... you don’t want to kill me, do you? You’re good. You’re pure.”

He stood only inches away from the barrel of the gun now, the smile still plastered on his face.

“Please, stop. Don’t make me kill you. I know deep down somewhere you are a good man - a good man with morals and a sense of right and wrong. Just leave, please.”

“You are so cute when you’re desperate.”

He used your moment of confusion to grab the gun from your hands, throwing it across the room and stepping closer to you. His eyes burrowed into yours. He entangled his hand in your hair, pulling your head back and leaving a trail of soft kisses down the side of your neck.

“It’s a shame I have to kill you. I really like you.”

“Well, I could really like you, too, if you weren’t trying to kill me. I don’t know if anyone has told you this, but the metal arm - total turn on.” You laughed to cover your fear.

“No, no one has told me that.”

He looked around the room for a moment before picking you up, tossing you over his shoulder.

“Hey!” You yelled, striking his back with your fists.

He walked you into your bedroom, dropping you on the bed. You crawled backwards to the farthest corner of the mattress. He took off his vest, and then pulled his shirt up over his head.

“W-What are you doing?” You mumbled.

He pulled his pants down to his ankles.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You yelled.

He grabbed your ankle and yanked you to the bottom of the bed, crawling on top and pinning you down.

“Don’t fucking do this. You were just sent here to kill me. Please!”

“Fuck, I love when your pretty little mouth begs.”

He slammed his lips onto yours. You tried to push him away, but he easily overpowered you. With both hands, he grabbed your shirt and ripped it apart. His mouth trailed down to your breasts, licking and leaving love bites along the way.

“Hey! Hey!” You pulled his face up to look at yours. “Please, stop. Not like this.”

He brought his face up and left another small kiss on your lips before looking into your eyes.

“What do you mean not like this?”

“I mean...” you fabricated the lie in your head as quickly as possible. “I mean, I like you, but don’t force yourself on me. Give it time. Didn’t anyone tell you that you have to take a girl out for dinner first?” You laughed, trying to diffuse the tension, wishing he would get off of you and just leave.

“Baby...” he said, smiling down at you. “I like you, too, but the thing is... I love it when you struggle.”

Another rush of panic overtook you. You clenched your fist and struck him as hard as you could then continued striking until his hand grabbed yours and pinned it to the bed again.

“Yes, sweetheart. Fight just like that.”

He stood for a moment to roughly pull down your pants. You cried and screamed as loud as you could, until your throat was painfully sore.

“Go ahead and scream, baby. We both know no one can hear you.”

You tried to get up to run, but he quickly pushed you back down, pinning both of your wrists with one hand.

“You said the metal arm was a turn on, right baby? Do you want it inside of you?”

You shook your head, crying even harder. The cold metal traced lines along your thighs before moving in soft circles on your clit. The cool sensation made you moan softly.

“Is this what you wanted, you filthy fucking whore?”

He quickened his pace, you could already feel the pressure build up in your stomach. Suddenly, two cold fingers pushed inside of you. You cried out with pleasure and arched your back naturally. As you felt yourself inch closer to finishing, you struggled against him, but he persisted.

“Stop! Please, stop!”

“Stop? I want to see you come baby girl. Come for me.”

He kept fingering you as you rode your orgasm.

“Good girl, baby. You’re such a good girl.”

You were out of breath and your energy felt like it was completely drained. He moved down your body, his mouth connecting with your sensitive areas, sucking and licking.

“You taste so fucking good.”

His metal fingers entered you again for a moment. Then he brought his coated fingers to your lips.

“Open your mouth.”

You shook your head. He roughing grabbed your face, forcing your mouth open as he shoved his metal fingers in.

“Don’t you taste so good?”

Suddenly, he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach. You tried to get up, but he grabbed a hold of your hands and held them behind your back. Without warning, he pushed himself inside of you, painfully spreading you open. You cried out from the pain, but he showed no regard. He pounded into you over and over again, using your arms to pull you back into him.

“You feel fucking amazing.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair, painfully pulling you back into his chest. His arm wrapped around your chest as his metal arm wrapped around your neck. You could not hold back your sounds as he continued to thrust into you.

“Come with me, baby. Come all over my cock.”

You tried to hold back, but you couldn’t. He gave one final hard stroke as you both came. He dug his face into the crook of your neck as you shook. He pulled out from you and you could feel his come dripping from your used hole. He collapsed beside you, pulling your body into his.

“Don’t fight me now, sweetheart. Just lay with me.”

As much as you wanted to push him away, you couldn’t. Your energy was drained. All of the fight had left your body. He held you close to him, his fingers trailing along your side soothingly.

“You were so good for me,” he muttered.

He pressed his lips against your temple.

“I think I’m going to keep you.”

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Comfort Me - Severus Snape x Reader

《 harry potter fandom • severus snape x reader 》

♡ warnings: noncon/dubcon, sexual assault, humiliation ♡

○ side note: this is mainly severus fluff. he is not dark in this one(: ○

《 summary: professor snape saves you from being sexually assaulted by another student 》

You made your way through the castle towards the (your/house) common room, ready to retire for the night after spending all day studying at the library. You were very close to graduating from Hogwarts and were determined to pass your final exams with flying colors. Clutching your books close to your chest, you made your way through the darkening corridor.

"Look who it is!" You heard a familiar male voice call from behind you.

It was a Gryffindor boy from your same year. He had been tormenting you since you stepped onto Hogwarts grounds your first year. You tightened your grip on your books and walked faster, wishing he would go away.

"(Y/N)! Stop!"

You heard his footsteps as he ran up behind you, grabbing your shoulder and roughly turning you around, causing you to drop your books with a loud thud.

"Leave me alone, John," you stated, reaching down to pick up your dropped items.

You began to panic, as you quickly realized it wasn't just John, but three of his friends surrounded you as well. You picked up your books and tried to shove past one of them, but they pushed you back. You dropped your books again and almost fell backwards, but landed right in John's arms. You hastily pulled your wand from your cloak pocket.

"Leave me alone," you demanded, your voice shaking with fear that you wished you could control.

"You're no fun, (Y/N). After all of these years, you'd think you'd loosen up just a little bit."

John took a step towards you. You focused your wand on him, ready to cast a spell when his other friends grabbed your arms and held them behind your back, one of them taking your wand and throwing it across the corridor.

"I say we make her loosen up a bit. What do you say, guys?" John asked, his eyes roaming over your body in a way that made your skin shiver.

You tried to fight against the hands holding you, but they easily overpowered you. John's hand went up to your neck tie and slowly undid it. He handed it to the boy directly behind you and before you could resist, the fabric was binding your wrists together.

"John, please," you pleaded.

"Please, what?" He interrupted, grabbing your face roughly in his hand.

"Please, don't do this. I don't want this."

He took at step back, fiddling with wand for a moment before pointing it at you.

"Levicorpus!"

Your figure instantly raised from the ground. You could feel your weight being held up from your ankles. You were instantly overcome with fear and embarrassment as your cloak and skirt moved with the way of gravity and exposed skin you did not want exposed. You tried to hold your skirt up, but your bounded wrists made it impossible.

"Damn, (Y/N)… I don't know why you don't show skin more often. You have an amazing ass. And don't even get me started on these black panties."

John's finger slipped into the waistband of your panties and snapped them against your skin. Your eyes pooled with tears.

"Stop! Someone help! Please!" You screamed.

John angrily reached for his belt buckle, the metallic clink causing you to sob even more.

"Stop screaming or I'll give that pretty little mouth of yours something to choke on."

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" A voice boomed from down the corridor.

You felt your body crash against the stone floor as the four boys took off running. A pair of arms wrapped around your figure instantly. You pressed your face into the chest of the person who saved you, not knowing who it was and not really caring. He untied your wrists and your arms immediately clung to him, gripping at his cloak as you sobbed.

"It's alright," the familiar voice soothed. "You're alright. I've got you. You're safe."

You don't remember what happened after that. You only remember feeling safe as he held you.

The next series of events seemed to breeze by in a blur. You tried to focus on calming yourself down and reminding yourself you were safe. You were carried down to the dungeons, into the familiar potions classroom as you continued to cling onto your savior as though your life depended on it.

Severus Snape held you tightly, his chest rising and falling heavily from the adrenaline rush. He sat you down on the couch in his study, but as he pulled away, you clung to him more.

"Please, don't go," you pleaded, not caring about the desperation pouring through your words.

"I'm right here," he soothed. "I'm going to get something to calm you."

He broke away and you immediately felt his absence. You could feel the panic in your chest build and your body shake with anxiety ridden fear. You brought your knees to your chest, holding your legs tightly and rocking.

"P-please, S-sev-," you mumbled.

You were interrupted by the familiar safe arms embracing you. Your arms immediately wrapped around him as you curled into his lap, your hands clutching a handful of his robes.

"Drink," he ordered, bringing the tip of a potions bottle to your lips.

You didn't question it, letting the sweet liquid drain down your throat. You almost immediately felt the effects. Your breathing slowed along with your heart rate. Your eyes got more droopy by the moment. You felt your whole body slowly be overcome with calmness, but you did not loosen your grip on the man next to you, worried that if he let go, you would jolt back into a panicked state.

"You're safe," he whispered as he gently rocked you.

"Please, don't leave me," you replied softly. "Don't let go."

Even though it didn't seem possible, he held you even tighter and brought his head down to rest on yours. He pressed his lips against your temple before laying down into the couch, pulling your body to rest on top of him. Your hand found a small patch of bare skin at the very bottom of his shirt and slowly slipped inside, wanting to feel his warmth. In return, his hand slipped up inside of the back of your shirt, soothingly caressing your back. Even with the soft intimate contact, you felt relaxed, wishing you could never move from your exact position. It did not take long for you to fall asleep in your safety net of warmth and comforting.

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Obsession (Part II) ▪︎ Dark!James Potter x Reader

《 harry potter fandom • dark!james potter x reader • marauders era 》

♡ warnings: noncon/dubcon, sexual obsession, delusional obsession, physical abuse, mentions of death, definitely 18+ ♡

《 summary: when the reader does not reciprocate love for James Potter, he snaps into a complete delusional obsession with her. 》

○ part one: ○

James had fallen asleep holding you. You don't know how you managed to get away from him without him waking up, but you did. You ran harder than you'd ever ran before. Partly from fear, but partly because it felt good to feel your heart pound against your chest. It reminded you that you were still alive. You were almost back into the castle when you collapsed onto the stone ground, unable to move your legs any further. Your whole body felt like jello, similarly to your mind, which was in some distant land refusing to return to accept the events that had occurred. You were sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. You were so far gone, you didn't even feel Severus' arms when they wrapped themselves around you and picked you up. You buried your face into his chest as he carried you to the hospital wing.

James awoke in a panic, feeling you not in his arms. He looked around, realizing you were long gone. He should have gone to look for you, but he couldn't help but stop to smile at the thought of you. He could still taste you on his tongue, smell your perfume on his clothes, feel the shape of your lips against his, hear your soft moans. He got hard just thinking about the expression you had when he made you come.

"She loves me," he reminded himself.

He stood up, grabbing your bookbag from under the tree before confidently strolling back down to the castle. He made his way to his dormitory, setting your bag down and sitting on his bed. His mind continued to be overwhelmed with the thought of you. He reached into your bookbag, curiosity overcoming him. He pulled out random study books, stopping when he reached the potions one. He flipped it open, a note falling out of the front page. He opened it, seeing it was a note from Snape.

"I know you are upset you got a bad mark on the last quiz. The professor only gave you a bad mark because you're better than them. Seriously, (y/n), you are amazing at potions making. One day, you'll be working as the Potions Master and I'll be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts and we'll be able to give bad marks to all the kids we don't like. Keep your head up. - Severus"

James slammed the book shut and hastily put it back in your book bag. He was furious that someone would talk to his girl like this. He was furious that you would keep a note like this from someone like Snape. He crumpled the note, tossing it into your bag as Sirius, Remus, and Peter came running into the room.

"Where have you been?" Remus asked, clearly stressed.

"Where have you been?" James retorted, his anger from the note translating into his question.

"(Y/N) is in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey won't tell us anything. We've been trying to look for you!" Sirius said.

"Come on!" Remus called out, already making his way out of the room.

James quickly followed them, his mind racing with worry for his girl. What could have possibly happened since he saw her last? He thought to himself as they all quickly made their way to the hospital wing. When they arrived, James saw Snape sitting outside of the room. Anger immediately filled him. He knew he would have killed him if it was his fault (y/n) was hurt. He went to confront him, but Sirius grabbed his shoulders roughly.

"Come on."

They all walked into the room. James saw you curled up in the corner of the room and his heart broke for you. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms and never let go.

"(Y/N)? What happened?" Sirius asked.

"No visitors!" Dumbledore yelled.

James looked at you, waiting for you to look back at him, waiting for you to tell the headmaster you wanted him to stay, but you never did. They left the room, the door slamming shut behind them. James thought of you, how you had gone from happy in his arms to the broken girl in the hospital wing. He looked over at Severus, anger immediately engulfing him.

"Snivellus," he called out antagonistically.

He began making his way over to him, but Remus grabbed his arm and held him back.

"Not now, James. Severus is the one who brought her here. He helped her," Remus explained.

"What happened, Snape?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know," Severus responded, his voice showing his irritation.

He clearly did not want to deal with the four idiots. He was more focused on his friend's safety.

"When I found her, she was..." he broke off, having a hard time thinking of the state he had seen his strong friend in. "Someone assaulted her."

James tried to push past his friends to get to Severus, but they held him back.

"Stop!" Sirius yelled. "This is not what she needs right now!"

James ran a hand through his hair, trying to control his anger. Dumbledore opened the door and looked between all of the boys.

"Mr. Snape, you are being requested."

It took everything for James to suppress his anger as Snape stood and entered the hospital wing. The door shut and James mind raced with ideas that only fueled his rage. He remembered how your body felt as you came, he remembered how it felt to slip his cock into you, and then he imagined Snape doing the same things to you. He imagined you moaning his name, kissing his lips. James imagined rushing through the doors and smashing his face then grabbing your face and kissing you. James walked up to the hospital wing door, trying to swing it open, but it wouldn't budge.

"Dumbledore put a charm on it, James. It won't open," Remus explained. "Come on. We'll come back tomorrow."

You laid curled up on the bed in the corner of the dark hospital wing, unable to sleep. Severus had left at curfew and you could feel the loneliness echoing off of the room, you wished he could have held you forever. At least in his arms, you felt safe, you felt like someone was looking out for you. You were lost in your thoughts, enslaved by the memories of the night.

The door to the hospital wing slowly creeped open, a sliver of light from the corridor shining through. Adrenaline poured into your system, intensifying every feeling in your body. You reminded yourself of the enchantment Dumbledore had placed over the room. You reminded yourself you were safe.

"Sev?" You called out. "Is that you?"

The door opening widened, but there was no one there. You sat up in the bed, looking intently at the door as if to see if it was truly open or if your mind was deceiving you. You went to stand to close it, but you were stopped in your tracks. You heard footsteps slowly making their way closer towards you. You pushed yourself back on the bed, your back firmly against the headboard. At the foot of your bed, the invisibility cloak slowly lifted, revealing James. You were locked in place, unable to move or scream even though you wanted to.

"Baby, what's wrong?" James asked, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

He moved to sit beside you on the bed. He wasn't touching you, but your skin crawled with the memory of his last touch.

"Get out," you said firmly, somehow finding the strength.

"Get out?" James laughed. "Come on, baby. You know you want me here. Otherwise, how would I have gotten in?"

You never knew confusion was such an intense emotion until that moment. You tried to deny it, but remembered the charm. Did you want him here? Did you want him? Your thoughts were broken by James' hand grabbing your thigh, his thumb gently caressing your skin. You reached for his hand to push it away, but he caught it, bringing it up to his lips. You pulled away aggressively, but James didn't seem to notice.

"Stop, James."

His eyes were focused on your lips as he moved closer to you. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you down onto the bed as he hovered over you. His hand went to your face, cupping it softly. You pushed against his chest, trying to push him off. You could feel his hard on pressing against your stomach.

"James, get off of me! Please, stop!" You screamed.

"Don't do that, baby," he soothed. "I love you. And you love me, you know that."

His hand moved down to your neck as he pressed his lips against yours.

You jolted up in a panic, looking around the empty room frantically. You were out of breath, your throat dry and sore. You pressed the palms of your hands against your forehead, imprudently trying to force the nefarious memories and thoughts from your mind. You spent the rest of the night with your eyes searching the dark, empty room for any sign of movement, paranoid your nightmare would become a reality and you would be forced to relive your worst experience all over again. Somehow, the castle now seemed to be home to many more ghosts.

You spent the next week in the hospital wing. Severus brought you all of the classwork you were missing so you were not falling behind. He spent as much time as he could with you, making you feel far less lonely. Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were incredibly patient and understanding of the incident. They came to check on you at least once a day and never pressured you to leave the hospital wing. You knew it was time to return to your usual daily routine, but the idea of being forced to interact with James felt like a nightmare. You laid on the hospital bed, your books and parchment sprawled out as you worked.

“What happened to you?” Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, breaking your concentration and causing you to look up from your papers.

Severus walked through the doors with a vibrantly purple and black eye. His hair fell over it, but it was impossible to hide.

“It’s nothing,” he said. “I’m just here to visit (Y/N).”

Madam Pomfrey allowed him to walk past her, but continued to shake her head as she walked over to her healing potions on the side of the room, scanning through them for the appropriate one.

“What happened to you, Severus?” You asked, sitting up on the bed and immediately reaching your hand out to push his hair behind his ear. “That looks awful!”

“It’s nothing, (Y/N). Would you stop?”

He pushed your hand away as he sat on the bed next to you.

“Was it them? Tell me, Severus.”

“Why don’t we just focus on you? You’re the one in the hospital wing after all.”

“So are you now, Mr. Snape,” Madam Pomfrey stated. “Sit still and look up.”

Madam Pomfrey applied a thick cream to Severus’ eye. The colors dissipated and the swelling went down until eventually the ailment almost completely disappeared. By the time Madam Pomfrey finished treating Severus, it was time for him to leave for his next class. He grabbed his books and began walking out of the hospital wing.

“Wait-” You called out, surprising even yourself.

You collected you classwork before standing and making your way over to Severus.

“Are you leaving?” Madam Pomfrey asked, clearly contemplating whether to allow you to go.

“Yes, Madam. Thank you for everything,” You said before turning to a shocked Severus. “They know better than to mess with us when we’re together. Let’s go.”

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Kiss of Death

Warnings: nonconsent (fingering and intercourse)

This is dark!(mob)Loki and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You (literally) run into a powerful man but find it hard to shake him.

Note: So we’re taking a tiny break from Painted Windows. The last chapter was intense and even my heart needs some respite. So I let myself wonder down the backstreets and wrote some mob!Loki with a good chance of a sequel.

Thank you. Love you guys!

Please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

After a long day and a longer week, you were looking forward to the small get together. Several nights in a row you came home late and gulped down a microwave dinner before passing out on the couch. An unglamorous life, to say the least.

For Nisha’s birthday, you agreed to meet up at a nice restaurant downtown for drinks and hopefully dinner. Tiana and Ana were already there with Nisha as you rushed in. You weren’t used to being the last to arrive. Usually you were the first there and waiting for at least twenty minutes.

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Carriage ▪︎ Severus Snape x Reader

《 harry potter fandom • the goblet of fire • severus snape x reader 》

♡ warnings: just smut, nothing dark this time ♡

《 summary: a smut one shot inspired by the extended scene in the goblet of fire with igor and severus arguing outside during the yule ball 》

The stars of the dark sky glistened onto the white snow coated ground. It was an exceptionally beautiful scene, which was perfect for the special night of the Yule Ball. You trailed behind Severus and Igor as they walked through the courtyard, discussing subjects you should have cared about, but did not. You tried your best to push their negative tones from your mind and focus on enjoying yourself, but their intolerable bickering made it impossible.

Severus quickly made his way over to a carriage, pointing his wand and causing the door to swing open, revealing two disheveled students inside. They both quickly scurried away as Professor Snape announced the points that would be taken from their houses.

“It’s a sign, Severus! You know it is!” Igor exclaimed, stopping Severus from proceeding to the next carriage.

“I do not know what you’re talking about,” Severus replied coolly.

“Really?” Igor argued. “Then perhaps you wouldn’t mind rolling up your sleeve, huh?”

Igor reached out for Severus’ arm, but he jerked away roughly at the same time you pulled your wand out defensively. Igor looked between you and the aimed wand with a shocked expression. You shook your head as a warning before Severus touched your arm lightly, encouraging you to put your weapon down.

“You two don’t fool me!” Igor said. “You are scared! Admit it!”

“I have nothing to be scared of, Igor. Can you say the same?” Severus responded.

Igor stumbled backwards before retreating back towards the party. Your eyes met Severus’ for a moment, before he tore away, continuing to search through carriages like a true professor.

“Severus…” you called.

He continued searching, walking exponentially fast ahead of you.

“Severus, would you stop a moment?”

He continued, only stopping as he pulled another set of students from a carriage, yelling at them of the points to be taken. The students ran away, clearly frightened by the professor’s outburst.

“Severus, stop!” You yelled, grabbing him roughly by the shoulder and pulling him around to face you.

He looked down at you with a hard look, obviously frustrated by the events.

“Give them a break. Surely you can remember being a teenager and wanting to do some sneaking off of your own.”

Your hand trailed from his shoulder down his arm until you were holding his hand in yours. You glanced around the courtyard, making sure there was no one to observe you. He did the same, only stepping closer to you when he was confident there was no witnesses.

“As a professor, it is my responsibility to make sure no student is acting inappropriately.”

“I think you’re just jealous you’re not the one getting any action,” you whispered, closing any possible remaining space between you.

He raised an eyebrow curiously as he looked down at you. His eyes trailed to your lips for a moment before reconnecting. You could feel his chest rising heavily as he pressed against you, and you were sure he could feel you as well.

“Are you offering?” He teased.

“Yes.”

His demeanor seemed to completely change at the direct permission. He leaned down to wrap his arms around you and lift you into his hold. You legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as your lips intensely connected, tongues immediately entering into a battle. He spun you around, laying you on the seat of the carriage before climbing in and shutting the door behind him with a flick of his wand.

He towered over you, his hands finding their way down your body as his mouth found your neck. Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging sensually as you bucked your hips against him, wanting to feel his growing member.

“Sev…” you moaned softly.

He pulled away, sitting up slightly to pull his body off of yours as much as the confined space would allow. His eyes instantly softened to look into yours.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, concerned.

You laughed, his face only showing even more confusion. You sat up and reconnected your lips onto his.

“Absolutely not.”

He smiled and kissed you again, more passionately and confidently, his hand wrapping around your neck to pull you close. Your hands fumbled to pull off his layers of clothes, which he allowed you to do before grabbing his wand and flicking his wrist to pull your long ball gown up over your head with ease. After overcoming the shock of being undressed so quickly, you maneuvered your way in the carriage so you were straddling him.

You grinded against his hard on as you passionately kissed him. His hands roughly kneaded your breasts for a moment until he disconnected your lips to lean down and suck on your nipples. Your head fell backwards in pleasure, small moans escaping your mouth. His hand slowly moved from your breast as he took his two fingers and stuck them into your mouth, allowing you to suck on them for a moment before bringing it down to your folds, his wet finger circling around your clit.

“Fuck, Sev,” you moaned.

The sensitively to his touch was inescapable, with every movement of his hand you imagined him inside of you. You brought your hand down to his cock and began to stroke him.

“Please,” you begged.

His hand continued to tease you, his other hand gripping your face to look directly at him. The intensity of the eye contact only made you desire him even more.

“Please, what?” He asked.

“Please, fuck me.”

His hand left you only to grab his cock and press the tip against your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, feeling him stretch you. You both let out a loud moan as you began to ride him, beginning slowly and picking up the speed. His hands gripped your hips, helping you keep your pace. Your head fell onto his shoulder as your stomach began to burn with a familiar intensity. His fingernails dug into your skin as he moved you against him. Your nails dug into his back, leaving marks that you knew would stay.

“I’m so close, Severus,” you cried.

His hands ungripped your hips so he could wrap his arms tightly around your body, lifting your figure so he could thrust into you roughly. You screamed out in pleasure, not caring if anyone could hear you. Your arms wrapped around him, your fingers running through his hair and tugging lightly. You pressed your forehead against his, staring into his eyes as you both came, Severus thrusting roughly one final time and pressing your body down onto him until it was pleasantly painful. You could feel his come dripping out of you, but neither of you moved. You stayed wrapped around one another until you had caught your breath.

He kissed you sweetly before helping you lift off of him and into the seat next to him. He picked up his wand and dressed you both. You looked just as beautifully put together as you did before you entered the carriage, but felt completely different. You flattened out your dress and reached for the door handle. Before the door could open, Severus grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss. You smiled as you pulled away.

“I want to do that again,” he stated, simply, trying to gauge your reaction.

“Me too.”

“Come to my chambers tonight at midnight. I want to show you how you can feel when I can take my time.”

You nodded, kissing him one more time before leaving the carriage, looking around to make sure no one had seen or heard.

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Coming Back for You ▪︎ Dark!Sirius Black x Reader

《 harry potter fandom • dark!sirius black x reader • post-azkaban 》

♡ warnings: noncon/dubcon, smut, obsession ♡

《 summary: when sirius black escapes from azkaban, the first place he goes is his the reader's house, the woman he used to love and still does. 》

You were jolted awake by the sound of knocking coming from your front door. You glanced over at your clock and questioned who would possibly be at your house at such a late time. You grabbed your wand from your nightstand and made your way through the house. As you approached the locked door, you felt tingles run down to the base of your spine. Your grip on your wand tightened as you peered through the peephole, but there was no one there.

Confusion surrounded you immediately. Questioning the validity of your hearing, you made your way back into your bedroom. You set your wand on your nightstand again and pulled back the covers of your bed, ready to be welcomed by sleep. You heard a strong gust of wind from outside and your eyes were adverted upward, noticing the now cracked open window. You rapidly reached for your wand, feeling the slender cylinder touch your fingertips before it was roughly thrown out of your hand. You felt a large pair of arms wrap around your body, pushing you onto the bed. You thrashed against the intruders figure, trying desperately to push them off of you. Your wrists were gripped bruisingly and your hands were forced down on the sides of your head.

"Stop! (Y/N)!" The man demanded, still pinning you down.

You forced yourself to focus on the man's face, instantly becoming engulfed with confusion.

"Sirius? Sirius Black?"

You stopped fighting, letting him pin you against your bed. He had without a doubt aged. His apperance was ragged and rough. His eyes looked like they had seen nightmares you could not even imagine.

"Get off me," you said, trying to push him off of you.

He only readjusted his body so he was towered over you even more, your legs now pinned beneath his as well. His eyes searched over your face and then trailed down your body.

"Sirius, get off of me!"

"Stop it. Just let me look at you. It's been such a long time since I've seen beauty."

His hand moved to your face, gently running his fingertips over your skin. He lifted a bundle of your hair to meet his face, taking in a long inhale. His exhale came out as more of a moan. You watched the madman on top of you, fear overcoming your ability to think straight.

"Sirius..."

"I've missed you. You've kept me going all of these years. I knew everything would be worth it if I only had a chance to see you again."

You mind raced with confusion. You had barely known Sirius Black. He had taken you on a few dates with resulted in a hook up session, and then you never really talked again. You were both more concerned with other things, or at least you thought.

"How did you get out?" You asked, almost scared to know the answer.

He didn't answer. He just continued to brush his fingers along your skin.

"Get off me, Sirius," you said again, your voice cracking from fear. "You're a murderer."

He fingers stopped. His eyes moved to look into yours. You couldn't tell if they looked angry or saddened.

"No, I'm not. You should know that. All this time, you thought I killed him?" His voice broke trembled as his grip on your wrists seemed to tighten.

You stayed silent, not wanting to anger the madman any more than you already had.

"Answer me!" He yelled, his loud tone startling you.

You shut your eyes and turned your head, trying to force the reality from your mind.

"Please, Sirius..." you cried.

"I would never hurt anyone, espeically you. I love you."

Just as you looked up at him, he slammed his lips against yours, forcing his way into your mouth with his tongue. You fought against him, but his strength was overpowering. He pushed himself into you and you could feel his hard on against you.

"I love you so much. I've waited so long for this," Sirius whispered, before returning his lips to yours and beginning to kiss down your neck.

He finally pulled away, his eyes looked crazed. He looked positively delusional as he repeatedly told you he loved you. His hand grasped for your breasts, kneading them as he kissed you. He suddenly took both hands and gripped your shirt, tearing it off of you. His mouth immediately connected to your nipples, sucking and biting on them until they were hardened. You continued to try to push you off of him, but he seemed to not even notice your fights, his entirety was clearly focused on your body. He went to kiss you again, as he did he slipped his hand into your pajama pants, playing with your folds.

"Sirius, stop!" You yelled. "Sirius, look at me!"

This seemed to get his attention. He pulled away from you slightly, his hand still rubbing, but he waited for you to speak.

"Sirius, please stop-" You broke off suddently as he slipped two fingers into you, your hips bucking from the shock on his instantly hitting your sensitive spot.

He smiled at your reaction as he continued to finger you. He still knew what to do with his hands, his two fingers pumping inside of you as his thumb rubbed against your clit.

You shut your eyes and tried to focus your mind on the last time you were with Sirius, trying to pull your mind away from your current situation. You imagined yourself at Hogwarts in one of the towers. Sirius had filled the floors with blankets and pillows and scattered candles throughout. You remembered how you loved the way he fingered you then, you loved the way he fucked you.

You were pulled out of your imagination by Sirius pulling away his fingers and quickly replacing them with his cock. You cried out as he stretched you. He impatiently began pumping in and out of you at a quick pace. You closed your eyes, trying to remember the younger Sirius, but you couldn't. You looked up at the man above you. The same man you knew before only much more damaged. He pressed his lips against yours, kissing you passionately as he thrusted, and moaning in between kisses. He wrapped his arms around you, holding your body closely to his chest as he pounded his cock deep inside of you and came.

He pulled out and you could feel his come dripping down your leg. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest and kissing the top of your head. As soon as he caught his breath, he stood up and began walking over to the window. You watched him as he climbed out of it. He turned back to you and smiled.

"I have some things to take care of, but I will be back for you."

And then, he was gone.

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Sweet Potions Master ▪︎ Dark!Severus Snape x Reader

《 harry potter fandom • dark!severus snape x reader 》

♡ warnings: noncon/dubcon, smut, somnophilia ♡

《 summary: as professor snape’s potions assistant, you are constantly overworked to the point where you sleep in the potion’s classroom more than in your own quarters. little did you know, snape has a personal reason to overwork you so much, and it is not innocent. 》

You sat at your desk, flipping through unending stacks of parchment. You graded each student’s work, explicity marking each individual error, explaining the mistake, and providing the correct answer. Every assignment seemed to be covered in red ink. You silently wished to yourself that the students would be able to complete at least one assignment with minimal errors, then you may have had a chance to finish the days work at a decent hour.

You glanced up at the desk next to yours, observing the potions master as he licked the tip of his finger and turned the page of the book in his hands. You raised your newly poured cup of tea to your lips and took a long swig, feeling the burning liquid warm your body. You bit the top of your quill absentmindedly, wondering what he was reading. You rested your head in your hand for what seemed like a moment, but that simple moment caused your overwhelming exhaustion.

This seemed to be a habitual occurence. As soon as you were done with your daily duties of collecting, organizing, and labeling ingredients for potions, you would ask for permission to leave for the night. Then, as if he waited for you to admit you wished you retire to your chambers, he would hand you a large stack of assignments for marking. The first few times, you had tried everything you could in order to stay awake, worried that if he had caught you, he would become upset and fire you for the inability to complete your delegated tasks. However, you quickly realized he was more understanding than he appeared. Even if he was giving you an abundance of work so late into the night, he never faulted you for falling asleep. You would wake in the middle of the night with the remainder of your work completed.

As you watched him read, you felt your eyes become heavy. You felt almost creepy as you watched Snape read his book, but he did not seem to mind. You rested your head on the desk and before you realized it, you had fallen into a deep slumber.

Professor Snape had almost immediately noticed. As your head dipped down to lay on the desk, he instinctively looked over. You seemed to love watching him read, but he loved to watch you sleep. He loved the way your hair fell onto the desk, the way your face relaxed as you lost consciousness, the way your soft lips parted ever so slightly as you slowly fell into a deeper sleep.

He waited as long as he could. He told himself the previous time would be the final, but every time he saw your sleeping figure, he couldn’t control himself. He could feel his hard on pressing against his clothes. He adjusted himself and forced open his book to continue reading, but the words seemed to not come into focus. He couldn’t comprehend the topics, not when you were there sitting so close to him. His hard on grew until it was almost painful to keep detained behind fabric.

He set his book down on the desk quietly and pulled his clothes down. He slowly stroked himself, his eyes trailing over every part of your body. He stood, unable to resist, and made his way over to you. He leaned against the back of your chair, gripping the furniture with one hand as he stroked himself with the other. He leaned over you, pressing his face into your hair. He could clearly smell the shampoo you had used that morning. He brushed your hair out of your face, his fingers caressing your soft skin. He leaned down and kissed you, leaving a trail of his mouth from your lips down your neck. He stroked himself harder as he licked ever so softly at your delicate skin, careful not to leave any marks behind.

He let out breathy moans, imagining what your lips would feel like around his dick, imagining what it would feel like to slip his cock into you as you slept. He wondered how tight you would be. You had always acted so innocent around him, way too innocent to ever imagine what he would possibly be doing as you slept.

He gently removed the loose quill from your grasp, setting it on the desk and grabbing your small hand in his, carefully reaching it out to wrap around his cock. He closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt your contact. His hand moving yours, he continued to stroke himself. He could feel himself getting closer and closer. As the intensity built up, he leaned down and pressed his face into your hair, wanting to be engulfed in your scent. He came with a contained moan, his come pooling into your hand.

He ran his fingers through your hair lovingly for a few moments before removing your now sticky hand from his cock and setting it on the desk. He took his fingers and scooped up some of the come from your palm before gently rubbing it across the inside of your parted lips.

“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing your forehead softly and grabbing the stack of remaining assignments to be completed.

He told himself that would be the last time. He warned himself he could never be sure you wouldn’t wake up. But somehow, he already knew he wasn’t capable of stopping, not with you.

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Yes, Sir ▪︎ Dark!Remus Lupin x Reader

《 harry potter fandom • dark!remus lupin x reader • marauders era 》

♡ warnings: smut, noncon/dubcon, spanking, assault, definitely 18+ ♡

《 summary: remus lupin has a tendency to lose control of his emotions when it's close to a full moon. when the reader upsets him, he decides to teach her a lesson she won't forget. 》

You walked through the corridor of the Hogwarts castle towards your dormitory, your books pressed tightly to your chest. It was nearly nightfall, the only light illuminating the hall came from the stars and nearly full moon. You walked quickly, not wanting to be caught after curfew, even though you were innocently returning from a study session with your astrology professor. You heard ascending footsteps from behind you. You turned to see Remus Lupin running up besides you.

"Hello, beautiful," he said with a dazzling smile.

"Hello?" You replied, laughing shortly at his bizarre tone.

"You're awfully cheery tonight."

Remus shrugged. His demeanor was the opposite from his usual shy, timid self. You couldn't tell if you liked it or not.

"Let me walk you back," he offered, extending his hands to grab your books.

"That's okay, Remus. I don't want you to be late. It's almost curfew."

"Give me the books," he ordered, rolling his eyes at your consideration for the rules.

You reluctantly passed them to him, giving him a small thanks as you did. He tucked them under his arm, wrapping his other around your shoulders.

"What's gotten in to you today?" You asked, respectfully unwrapping his arm from you.

He looked at you quizzically before putting his arm back down at his side.

"What's gotten in to you? I thought you liked me."

"I do, Remus," you replied softly. "You're just not acting like yourself."

He scoffed, clearly agitated with your statement. You stared up at him puzzledly. You couldn't believe the way he was acting towards you. He was usually so sweet and charismatic, but now he was acting like a total arse.

"I think I'll be fine from here, thanks," you sneered sarcastically.

You reached over to take your books from him, but he held them away from you. You stopped walking, stunned at his actions. You reached for them again, but he held them out farther.

"Remus, give me my books," you demanded.

"Why don't you come get them?" He replied with a malignant tone.

You couldn't believe him. You shook your head irritably and began walking away, refusing to lower to his expectations. The books landed on the ground with a loud thud as Remus grabbed your arm, roughly pulling you back to him. You pushed against his chest, trying to escape his grasp, but he kept a bruising grip on your arms.

"Don't walk away from me."

You pulled away from him, again. This time he let go, causing you to stumble backwards. An epiphany waved over you as you realized the Remus you knew was not standing in front you. The thought frightened you.

"I don't know what has gotten into you, but you need to leave me alone," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

"I don't know what has gotten into you," he mimicked. "But you need to watch how you act with me."

He took a step towards you and you instinctively moved back, widening the space between you. The adrenaline rushed through you, you could barely form a coherent thought. The only idea repeating in your mind was run.

You turned on your heels, sprinting away from him as fast as your legs would move. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into his figure. As you went to scream, his hand covered your mouth. He dragged you back roughly as you thrashed against his body. He opened the door to a janitors closest and tossed you inside. You fell roughly onto the floor, your knees scraping against the stone. You turned as he shut the door and began kicking violently at him, trying to do anything you could to keep him separated from you.

"Remus, please!" You yelled, desperately.

He leaned down to you, forcing your legs on either side of his hips as he laid over you. He grabbed you by your neck, pulling your face to his roughly.

"You need to be taught a lesson. You need to be taught how to speak to me."

Your hands went over his, trying to pry them off of your neck. He released his grip only to pull your hair back roughly.

"I understand. I'm sorry, Remus," you cried out breathlessly.

"You will understand."

He stood up, painfully pulling you up with him by your hair. He pushed you into the shelves, your hands instinctively gripping onto the edges to steady yourself. He pressed himself against your back, still gripping a handful of your hair. You could feel his hard on against your hips as he pulled your head back against his chest and began kissing down your neck, nibbling at the skin.

"Remus..." you pleaded.

He shushed you by pressing his lips against yours. His tongue wandered your mouth as if he were claiming it. He pulled back and slammed your head against one of the shelves, holding it in place with his palm roughly over your face. He tore your shirt down, your breasts popping out over the top of the fabric. He grasped at them for a moment, playing with your nipples until they were hard. Then, he roughly pulled your skirt down, letting it pool at your ankles. You instantly felt the cold air brush over your exposed skin. You tried to escape his grasp, but he pushed your face down harder. His hand spanked your ass hard, causing you to whimper. You cried out as you heard him undo his belt and pull it from his pants. He roughly grabbed your arms and pulled from behind your back, tieing the leather around your wrists.

"Now, sweetheart, you're going to learn a lesson. If you try to fight me, it will only be worse. Do you understand?"

You stayed silent, tears freely flowing down your face and onto the wooden shelf. Remus spanked your ass, the stinging pain forcing you to jump again. He roughly grabbed a handful of your ass as he pushed his hard on against you. He pulled your face up so he could whisper directly in your ear.

"Do you understand?"

You nodded, frightfully, closing your eyes tightly and hoping he would disappear.

"Yes."

"Yes, sir," he corrected.

You let out another loud sob before replying again.

"Yes, sir."

He pushed your face back onto the shelf. He pulled away and you instantly felt the absence of his touch. His palm came down on your ass harder than the previous times. You instinctively jumped, but didn't move, scared of what would happen if you fought anymore. His hand continued to come down on your ass so many times you had lost count. Your ass felt sore and bruised. You expected another hit, but instead you felt Remus' hand gently rub against your skin. Despite how gentle he was being, you still felt a stinging pain at his touch. His fingers moved down to play at your folds. You tried to pull away, but Remus spanked you again, more pain shooting across your sensitive skin.

"Behave, princess. This is for you. This is because you took your punishment so well."

He continued to rub on you until you were undeniably wet. You hated yourself for it, but you could feel how soaked you already were as he slipped a finger inside of you. You let out a soft cry as he pumped, eventually slipping a second finger into you and pumping hard, his fingers curling inside of you in all the right ways. You hadn't even notice he leaned down until you felt his mouth sucking on your clit. You moaned loudly, feeling the build up in your stomach.

"Remus..." you cried out.

You weren't sure if you were pleading for him to stop or keep going. He pulled his mouth away and fingered you even harder, your body moving to the gestures of his hand. You were almost going to finish when he pulled his hand away completely, your breathing slowly normalizing. He brushed his tongue across your folds, your body twitching at the sensitivity. He stood up to kiss you, his hands wandering over your body.

"You only come when I let you come. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

He moaned just hearing you address him the way he told you to. He slid his pants down and lined his cock up with your entrance. You could feel him sliding the tip along your folds teasingly.

"You're such a good girl."

He pushed his cock into you, letting out a breathy moan as he did. You cried out as you felt him stretch you. He began thrusting, slowly at first, but then finding a steady rhythm. He leaned over you, one hand grabbing at your breasts as the other playing with your clit. He left soft kisses along your neck before resting his head against your shoulder where you could clearly hear his moans. He was pumping into you hard now, creating a mixture of pain and pleasure. You could feel the build up in your stomach as he rubbed your clit faster. You tried to hold yourself back, to contain your emotion.

"Be a good girl and come all over my cock, princess," he encouraged.

You couldn't hold yourself back any longer, the wave of ecstasy exploding. Remus held you up as your shaking legs practically gave out on you. He thrusted hard, pushing himself into you as far as he possible could and then pulled out. You could feel his come dripping down your leg.

Remus carefully untied his belt from your wrists, returning it to his waistband. He sat on the floor to catch his breath, his legs sprawled out towards you. You shakily pulled your skirt up from the floor, the fabric slightly stinging your still sore ass. You adjusted your shirt and wiped the tears from your cheeks. Remus reached up and gently grabbed your wrist, encouraging you down to him. You wanted to pull away, to run as far as possible from him, but you couldn't. Somehow, you felt as though you needed the validation. You needed the reassurance.

"Come here, princess."

He smiled at you softly as he pulled you into his lap, your head resting against his shoulder. He slipped his hand under your skirt and sweetly caressed your sore ass.

"You are such a good girl. Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir."

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Obsession ▪︎ Dark!James Potter x Reader

《 harry potter fandom • dark!james potter x reader • marauders era 》

♡ warnings: noncon/dubcon, sexual obsession, delusional obsession, physical abuse, mentions of death, definitely 18+ ♡

《 summary: when the reader does not reciprocate love for James Potter, he snaps into a complete delusional obsession with her. 》

You sat in the hospital wing on the bed furthest from the door with your legs pressed tightly against your chest. You were rocking slightly, trying to keep yourself as calm as possible. Madam Pomfrey walked over and tried to hand you a mug.

"What is it?" You asked, your voice breaking off.

"Tea. I'm afraid there isn't a potion to help with this. May I sit down?"

You nodded slowly. You felt like crying, but no tears came out. It was as though you had a finite amount of tears for your lifetime and within the past hour, you cried all of them. Your eyes felt dry and sore, just like the rest of your body.

Madam Pomfrey sat on the edge of the bed. She turned to try to hand you the teacup again. You reached out slowly and grabbed it, taking a long swig before handing it back to her. The hot liquid burned your throat as it went down, but it felt wonderful. It warmed your body, making you feel less dead. You wrapped your arms around your legs again, feeling the most comfortable making yourself as small as possible. You wanted to sleep, or at least close your eyes and shut the world away, but whenever you tried to close your eyes for more than a blink you could feel panic build up in your chest.

You kept looking over at the entry door, imagining him walking through at any moment. The entry door swung open and your heart dropped. You jumped, holding your legs so hard you were shaking from the pure exuberance. Madam Pomfrey looked at you sadly, setting the teacup on the side table before standing and meeting Dumbledore and McGonagall at the other end of the room. You focused on your breathing, trying to calm yourself down as you reassured yourself it was only the headmaster, reassuring yourself you were safe. You could faintly hear the two of them talking.

"Who?" Dumbledore asked.

"I don't know. She is barely speaking," Madam Pomfrey replied.

"Well, we need to find out who," Professor McGonagall began. "The attacker has no business being in Hogwarts for any moment longer."

Your mind was racing so fast you could barely form a coherent thought. The main fragment of thought flying through your head was that they would not believe you. How would they ever believe the perfect James Potter could have done this to you? You thought of Remus and Sirius and it brought you back into another wave of panic. If you didn't expect the staff to believe you, how could you expect his best friends to believe you?

You were broken out of your thoughts by the three staff members making their way over to you. They all stood around the bed, staring at you like a failed potion. You felt small, especially being stared down at by the two people you respected most on the campus. You couldn't look them in the eyes. You focused on a spot on the white sheets, hoping if you focused hard enough everyone would disappear.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Dumbledore asked, his voice softer than you had ever heard it before.

You shook your head.

"Can we get you anything?"

You shook your head.

"Will you tell me who did this?"

You shook your head.

There was a long pause.

"Can you tell me who did this?"

You didn't move, which seemed to be the answer he needed. You focused harder on the sheets, so hard you hadn't noticed four people enter the hospital wing until you heard Sirius' concerned voice.

"(Y/N)? What happened?"

You heard their footsteps making their way closer to you. You could feel James' presence in the room. You could feel him getting closer to you. You looked up from the safety of your sheet and made direct eye contact with Dumbledore. Immediately, he turned towards the group of boys.

"No visitors!" He yelled uncharacteristically, his voice booming off of the walls.

The footsteps stopped and then slowly retreated. You could hear Sirius begin arguing and Remus grabbing him roughly, pulling him out of the room. Once they had exited, Dumbledore slammed the door shut with a flick of his hand. Dumbledore looked back down at you and you didn't turn away.

"I just want to go to bed," you requested softly. Dumbledore nodded understandably.

"Very well. You may stay here tonight. I will put an enchantment over the room so only people you want may enter. Although, I will be back in the morning to check on you, and I would not appreciate if my own enchantments kept me out."

You forced a small smile out at him. He turned to walk away, but you called out.

"Sir?"

"Yes?" He responded, looking back at you.

"Where is Severus?"

"He was waiting outside when I came in."

You nodded.

"Would you like to see him?" Dumbledore asked, as though reading your mind.

Madam Pomfrey glared at him, as she usually did when visitors were mentioned, but she did not say anything. You nodded gratefully. Dumbledore and McGonagall made their way over to the door to exit. As the door swung open, you saw Remus, Sirius, Peter, and James standing outside. You immediately looked down at the sheets, forcing yourself to stay calm. You could feel yourself shaking as you felt James' eyes on you.

"Mr. Snape, you are being requested."

You could practically feel the anger coming from James, but you forced yourself to repress it. Severus walked through the door, closing it behind him. He looked almost as shocked as Remus and Sirius had that you wanted to see him. He made his way over to you, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You avoided his eyes, not wanting to see the emotions behind them.

"I just wanted to say thank you," you began, your voice barely audible. "For-"

You were cut off by Severus embracing you in a hug. He held you tightly, as though if he tried hard enough he could force all your broken pieces back together. You hugged him back, just as tightly and buried your head into his shoulder.

It was hard to believe that only a mere few hours ago, your nativity was burned.

You were sitting under a large tree on top of a hill on the outer edge of the Hogwarts grounds. You came here a lot to be by yourself, to escape the repetition of your daily routine, to escape the vexatious niceties you had to endure every day. Despite your desire to stay there longer, it was expeditiously growing dark. You closed your book and slipped it into your bag. As you stood, you heard footsteps from behind you. You quickly turned, trying to see who had invaded your personal spot.

"James?" You asked.

"I thought you might be up here," he replied, slightly out of breath from the climb up the hill. "I was looking for you."

"Why?"

James leaned against the tree, looking out past you at the view of the sunset.

"It's beautiful."

You turned to look at the familiar view. The red, orange, and yellow palettes conforming into a beautiful surreal scene. James sat down, his back against the tree and his legs outstretched towards the landscape. He patted the ground next to him and looked up at you with a signature smile. You sat down next to him, watching the sunset in a blissful silence. As the darkness overcame the light, James broke the peace.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked.

You turned to him, slightly shocked by the brashness of the comment.

"Of course, James. I love you, too. You're a brother to me."

James stayed silent, looking forward onto the landscape that was no longer filled with vibrant hues, but filled with alluring darkness.

"I want what's best for you," James stated. "I want you to be safe. I want you to make good decisions. I love you."

Unable to respond to the uncharacteristic words of your friend, you looked down at the grass awkwardly, your fingers absentmindedly picking at the blades of green.

"Do you hear me?" James asked, a slight irritation in his voice.

"Yes. I just don't know how to respond," you mumbled, still focusing on the ground.

"I love you, (Y/N)," James said, more intensely this time.

"I love you, too, James," you replied, your confusion clearly coming through your tone.

You looked up at him, his brown eyes searching yours intensely, as if looking for an answer to an impossible question. He shook his head irritably and bolted upward, hitting his hand against the ground roughly to boost himself up. His blast of emotion alarmed you. He walked away, his hands running through his hair wildly. You stood up and slowly walked over to him, reaching your arm out to soothe him. Before you could make contact, he spun around, startling you and causing you to pull your hand back reflexively. He saw this, and grabbed your hand in his, pulling you closer to him as he did so. He brought his other hand up to your face, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"I love you," he said again, emphasizing each word.

The realization ran over you like a gust of cold wind, sending shivers across your body.

"You love Lily," you replied.

You felt as though you wanted to say more, but those were the only words that came out of your mouth.

"I love Lily?" He said, the words coming out as a question you did not know how to answer. "When I see Lily with Snape, I get upset. When I see you with Snape, I get furious. I want to rip you away from him. I want to pound his face into the ground and tell him that you are mine."

As he spoke, his grip on your hand tightened, showing his anger. His eyes burrowed into yours with an intensity you had never seen from him before. You pulled from him roughly and backed away. You don't know why you felt so mad, but anger coursed through you.

"So, this is about Severus?" You asked, your voice louder than you expected. "Why does everything come down to Severus? I don't think you give a damn about me or Lily! I think you just hate Severus and need to come up with a reason for it to be alright!"

You turned away, not even allowing James the time to respond. You began walking away, but James grabbed your arm roughly and spun you around. You went to yell at him, but his hands were on your face, pulling you in and harshly slamming his lips onto yours. You stood there in shock, unable to react. James pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours, his hands still holding your face. Once he caught his breath, he moved your face away, looking over you affectionately. He looked into your eyes, his admirable tone turning dark like a switch.

"Don't say his name," he demanded.

You gathered the strength, pushing him away from you.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You don't get to kiss me and act like this. And, you especially don't get to tell me what to do. Severus is my friend!"

He took a step towards you, but you backed away.

"Your friend?" He spat.

"Yes. My friend. A better one than you at times."

You could see his chest rising and falling out of pure anger.

"No one cares about you like I do."

"You have a funny way of showing it, James."

"I get jealous, (Y/N). I get territorial. I can admit that."

"I'm not yours to be territorial with."

James took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm himself down. You wanted to say more. Your anger wanted you to say more, but his aggressive demeanor scared you enough to let him take the time to calm himself. You leaned against the tree, looking out at the dark sky, pondering over how your whole relationship had just gotten turned upside down. A few moments later, James walked over to the tree and stood next to you. He was clearly still angry, but controlling it well.

"I want you to be mine," James stated, simply, staring at the night sky with you. "I'm going to make you mine."

You didn't say anything. You just tried to focus on the view instead of your emotions.

"At least no one's kissed ever you like that before, right?" He joked.

"Sure, James. You're the greatest kisser to ever exist," you replied sarcastically.

He smiled and tried to embrace you into a hug, but you pulled away.

"Don't, James. I'm still mad at you."

You both stood in silence for a few moments, your mind racing with thoughts.

"I don't think we should be friends anymore, James."

He turned sharply to face you.

"Excuse me?"

You refused to turn to look at him, knowing it would only hurt more.

"I'm tired of being between you and Severus. I'm tired of how you treat him. You just need to be with Lily and let me be with him."

"Be with him?" James yelled, his anger instantly returning.

You continued to look forward, scared to face him.

"Not like that, James," you corrected.

"Do you love him?" He yelled, getting closer to you.

You didn't reply. You were trying to stand strong, but you knew talking would make your appearance disintegrate.

"Tell me. Has he kissed you like that?" He asked in a cocky tone. "Has be made you feel that way? Because I guarantee you he can't satisfy you like I can."

"James, just stop! It's not like that. I just-"

James grabbed you and pulled you close. You tried to push him off of you, but he grabbed your hands roughly, pinning you against the tree so you can't move.

"James, stop!"

"He will never love you like I do. He will never make you feel as good as I can."

He pressed his lips against yours roughly, forcing his way into your mouth. You tried to push him off, but he overpowered you. He brought your knee up, kicking him in the groin. He released you just enough for you to escape his grasp. You ran as fast as you could, but not fast enough. James wrapped his arms around your waist and threw you to the ground roughly, pinning you underneath his weight. He pulled his wand from his back pocket and pointed at your arms.

"Incarcerous," he casted.

Your arms were bound together painfully by magical rope.

"James, please!" You cried, struggling under his weight.

Seeing you bound and unable to get away, he slowed down. He brought his hand up to your face, brushing his fingers across your cheeks lovingly, wiping away your tears.

"Don't cry, baby. Don't cry. I love you."

He kissed you again, his hands wandering down your body. He ripped your shirt roughly and pulled your skirt down until you were exposed. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them before bringing them down to your folds.

"Fuck, baby. You're wet for me. I knew you loved me, too."

He kissed down your neck to your breasts and licked your nipples, biting on them slightly. He kissed your lips again as he wrapped a hand around your neck. He pulled back to stare into your eyes as he slid a finger into you. You tried to look away from him, but his grip went to your cheeks, forcing your face towards him.

"I'm going to show you how good I can make you feel."

He slipped another finger into you and sped up, pumping his fingers into you hard. You tried to move away again, but James tightened his grip on your neck and painfully curved his fingers inside of you, pulling you back. You cried out, an intense feeling building up in your stomach. You arched your back. Your movements and cries only encouraged James more as he picked up the speed.

"Look at me, baby. I want you to look at me when I make you come."

You felt tears fall down from your eyes as you finished, an intense feeling of ecstacy coursing through your body. James pulled his fingers from you and put them in his mouth, tasting you.

"Please, stop, James," you cried.

He kissed you passionately as he undid his pants and pulled them down.

"I want you to have all of me. I want you to feel me."

He pushed your legs up, using his weight to keep them in place. He kissed you passionately. You could feel his hard on against your folds. Every time you tried to move away, it made his cock rub against you more. He reached his hand down to grab his cock, lining it up at your entrance. His eyes locked onto yours intensely. He pushed himself into you slowly, causing you to cry out as you felt him stretch you. He pumped slowly, his hands going up to yours, interlacing your fingers.

"Fuck, baby. You feel so good."

He began pumping hard, his face pressed against yours. You could hear his moans in your ear clearly. As much as you tried to hold back your own noises, you couldn't. He reached one of his hands down and began rubbing your clit in circular motions.

"Come for me, baby. Come all over my dick."

He pumped harder and faster, his hand motions mimicking his hip movements. You felt the intense build up in your stomach. You began shaking as you came, unable to control yourself. James moaned loudly as he roughly pushed himself inside of you as far as he could. You felt his juices inside of you. He laid on you, not pulling out as his dick went limp inside of you. He kissed you softly as he grabbed his wand and casted the counter curse for your binds. You felt used and unable to move. James pulled out and you felt his come drip out of you.

He fixed his pants before pulling up your skirt and fixing your shirt the best he could, despite it being torn. He collapsed next to you, pulling your body into his to hold you. He kissed the top of your head sweetly. In your mind, you were screaming at yourself to get up, to do something, but you couldn't find the strength.

"You're mine and you'll always be mine," James whispered to you. "I love you so much."

You turned your head to look out at the darkness and you cried, wishing you could go back to when the sky was a beautiful sunset.

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