Heyyy idk if you're taking request but... I was thinking about toxic!James. A total rich spoiled brat that never heard the word "no" directed at him and obviously has never faced consequences. So maybe you keep turning him down when he asks you out until one day you two casually meet in a club, he buys you a drink even though you refused it and when you reject him one more time he just snaps. He corners you outside te bar, face pressed against a dirty wall while he rips your underwear saying "who te fuck you think you are? Trying to walk away like you're better than me, worthless slut". And, well, yk...
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content: NONCON, public sex, dark!james, fem!reader
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You never thought James would be capable of something like this. Holding your leg up, hanging it over his arm that holds your waist as he ruts into you with so much desperation. You smell alcohol on his breath as puffs hit your cheeks and flood your nose.
No one seems to notice the two of you, your writhing body reaching and clawing as you try to pry his hands off you and squirm away. You pinch at his strong chest that heaves against yours, pushing your chest inward with every breath he takes. You reach your hand out as a drunk man wanders into the hallway, walking close enough to touch. The music is too loud but you know he saw you, maybe he even heard you, but he stumbled away. You reach your hand out as he walks away, whining against James’ ear as you stretch your body, groaning as James pulls your hand towards him, squeezing your wrist.
“Stop,” he grits, nipping at your ear. You hiss, lifting your shoulder to comfort yourself. “I tried to be nice,” he grunts, slowing his thrusts, “but you…” he chuckles, “you think you’re too good for someone like me, don’t you?”
You shake your head, pulling away from his tongue that reaches for any hit of skin. “No, James, I’m sorry. Please,” you can’t stop the tears that rush down your cheeks. “James,” you sob, “no. Let me go now.”
“I can’t let you go when you feel so good,” he whispers, “so much better than I imagined.” He raises your leg high, angling his hips in a way that makes your vision go white and your tears leak faster.
“Do you know how many times I got myself off thinking of you?” James pulls back enough to look at your weak expression, the strength of your resistance growing softer. “Pumping my cock while thinking of the day of finally fuck this tight pussy.” James grunts at the memory, squeezing your flesh under his strong hands.
“But no,” his jaw tightens and he flips his curls back, “the little slut thinks she’s too good for me. For this cock that has you shaking for me, squeezing me so tightly.”
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Tbh the problem with ship wars is that everyone tries to find a moral high ground to prove their ship is superior when actually shipping should be about making two characters kiss like a kid playing with barbie dolls
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*James, bringing Regulus home to meet his parents*
Regulus, seeing Monty and realizing James will always be hot no matter his age: thank the lord
Effie, seeing the same look she had when she met Monty’s parents for the first time: amen
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remus sighs, using his palm to push your head away harshly, “you’re still not fucking doing it right.”
you hiccup, wiping slobber from your chin. you blink back the tears that started to slip from the corners of your eyes when he was forcing his cock down your throat. “sorry.”
“you’re just drooling all over me,” he snaps, “suck.”
you nod, “s-sorry.”
your eyes fall to his cock again, staring at the shiny, wet shaft and angry head that bobs up and down excitedly. you look up at remus who raises an eyebrow at you, “suck it.”
you lean in, kissing the side of his leaking head to collect the slimy substance. he groans above you, reaching down to tangle his hands in your hair. you yelp at the sudden pain, throwing your hands up to grip his forearm. “i always have to do all the work, don’t i?”
you close your eyes, tightening your hold on his arms when he slaps his dick against your pursed lips. “open. I’m gonna fuck your face until you learn to please me.”
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Harry: *finds a stray cat*
Harry: Can we keep it?
Regulus: Your dad is allergic.
Harry: Father can stay outside.
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