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c0mbatchameleon · 8 days ago

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Pandalily 33 and pls pls pls pls pls pls pls PLSSSS make it into a smutty experimental thing if you can im on my KNEES

Where does it hurt?

nsfw! cw: pain play, sex magic, lil bit of verbal degradation, rough-ish nipple play?, the juxtaposition of lily as a muggleborn vs pandora having been raised prim and proper pureblood and then lily being head girl and pandora the personification of chaos

@messymoony ’s take on the whole thing:

read Where does it hurt? on ao3 (3.7k words)

It was supposed to be a normal Prefects round. Just a casual, unspectacular Tuesday night. Lily had just finished up in the bathroom after studying through dinner and the hours counting. Marlene had brought her a warm toasty and some sausage that she had absently shoveled down while tearing through page after page. Lily was going to go to bed early today to wake up before dawn and go out to pick some moonglint flowers for Potions class the next day.

Or so it was planned, at least.

What happened instead was…nothing Lily could have ever quite imagined.

There was noise in the shabby, supposedly haunted bathroom on the far end of the second floor. Porcelain clattering, high screeching, agitated mumbling.

Lily had pulled her robes more tightly around herself, obscuring her pyjamas, creating a more authoritative image, and stepped in.

She would have reckoned with some rowdy third years perhaps, some childish four or fifth years doing mischief.

What Lily hadn’t expected was for there to be only one person. A girl.

Pandora Rosier, in particular. Sixth year, Ravenclaw, incredibly bright yet infuriatingly disinterested to participate in any clubs, competitions or the sort.

She’s all white-blonde hair, curly and wispy, escaping from the half up half down do of her braid and hanging in the air like they’re charged with static. Hell, perhaps they are, you can never know with this one.

She’s got that frantic, focused look on her face and while she looks ruffled and tired, she is yet so beautiful it simply pisses Lily off. She’s all naturally even taint, a pretty shade of cappuccino, her eyes cat-ish and almond shaped and so dark brown it’s almost black. It makes her almost impossible to read. Lily bristles at the reminder.

The screeching seems to have come from a sort of animal-plant in one of the sinks. And while Lily might have grown up in the human world, she’s almost certain that this specific creature—no eyes, a big mouth with multiple rows of pointy sharp teeth—shouldn’t even exist, that it’s not in any of the books she’s read. And believe her when she says those are a lot.

Lily squares her shoulders and steps out of the shadows from under the doorframe, “Rosier.”

“Busy,” is the clipped answer she gets back.

Lily takes a deep breath. “I can see that. Unfortunately it’s past curfew so I’m going to need you to pack up and head to your common room.”

“20 minutes.” Pandora hasn’t looked at her once. She pours some more water into the sink and steps back again, raising her wand

Lily’s jaw grates. She crosses her arms in front of her chest, “Now.”

And Pandora- she has the absolute audacity to sush her. Like Lily’s just some arbitrary student that’s stumbled into her personal lab and is being a disturbance.

Lily’s wand starts heating up in her palm, itching to be used by the magic buzzing in her veins.

Before she can so much as talk herself out of giving into the urge, Pandora is already twisting around, finally facing her, looking at her.

The tone of her voice is impatient, patronizing, like she has no time to explain something so obvious to someone that isn’t smart enough to connect the dots by themselves. “Look, Lily,”

“That’s still Evans to you,” she growls, battling for her dignity.

“Sure,” Pandora waves a dismissive hand, rolling her eyes as if Lily wouldn’t notice. “One scientist to another,” she starts, straightening her back. Her posture is immaculate suddenly, chin held high, chest out, spine straight as she takes step after calculated step towards where Lily is standing. “We both know how critical it is not to leave experiments unattended, how important it is to see things through, for the progress of science itself but for your own peace of mind as well, hm?” She stops directly in front of Lily. She’s smaller, just a bit, yet she uses the end of her wand to lift Lily’s chin. “Don’t you know that itch? That relentless nagging at the forefront of your mind? Those endless laps of calculating and what-ifs?”

And Lily does. She does know them, intimately so. Feels it right now too just from Pandora’s words, the queasiness of her stomach, the tingle in the tips of her fingers, the breathlessness in her lungs. She understands.

But she’s a prefect, head girl, and there are rules to abide by.

Lily grits her teeth. “It’s past curfew.”

Pandora steps impossibly closer, “I’ve got my new spell all figured out. All I’ve to do is one last test run, followed by the Intellego spell, which needs about 15 minutes to identify and summarize all effects on the creature to tell me if it worked. Since plants cannot talk and all that.” Pandora cocks her head to the side a bit and blinks up at her and Lily feels so unnaturally stupid. She should be in bed by now, snuggled up under the warm covers, eyes drooping, but instead the only warmth she feels is Pandora’s body heat. She radiates daring and challenge but also cleverness and determination and it’s making Lily all fuzzy in the head. It’s almost distinctly Gryffindor but with an edge to it, cunning and ruthless, creating the exact opposite of fatigue, making Lily’s pulse thrum faster.

Pandora smells like earth and greenhouse, like pulling a fresh vinyl from its sleeve—undoubtedly due to the magic, electrifying. But there’s something else beyond all that, something girly, shea butter conditioner with some fruity sort of oil perhaps. It’s heavenly and without meaning to Lily’s mind is suddenly assaulted by the urge to lean in and wrap her arms around the other girl’s neck. Bury her nose in Pandora’s curls, inhale deeply, and let their bodies nestle, let her warmth seep into Lily’s frame.

Perhaps it’s that what leads Lily to say the words that eventually tumble out of her mouth or perhaps something entirely else she hasn’t allowed herself to think about really but her lips part anyways and she finds herself replying, “I can talk.”

Momentarily, she’s bewildered by her own response. Pandora simply raises an eyebrow.

The words are already out now anyways and Lily has no other idea on how to get Pandora out of this bathroom faster since doxing points or threatening detention doesn’t work on her and physically restraining, whether with the help of magic or not, is, unfortunately, forbidden—even for Prefects. So Lily thinks there’s little else for her to do other than repeat what she said and add, “Try your spell on me and I’ll give you an evaluation. Then you leave for your tower immediately.”

At that, the corners of Pandora’s lips curl upwards. There’s a gap between her two front teeth and it’s fatally adorable.

“That’s a girl,” she giggles and then grabs one of Lily’s hands to tug her along. She props her against one of the empty sinks and Lily lets her, trying to keep composure when Pandora’s hands squeeze on her hips before, Morgana help her, undoing the buttons of her robe.

“What are you doing?” Lily swallows, not stopping her.

“Undressing the subject.”

Her voice turns high-pitched with nerves, “Why? Is it going to leave marks?”

Pandora shakes her head No, fumbling with one of the lower buttons, “I need to see your body to be sure where to aim.”

Heat shoots into Lily’s cheeks and she debates whether or not to say a short prayer in her mind. Her fingers dig into cold porcelain as Pandora reaches the buttons below her belly button. The night shirt she’s wearing is thin cotton, old and so stretched around the collar it threatens to slip down one of Lily’s shoulders nearly at all times. Which isn’t a problem in the comfort of her own dorm but here in the bathroom with Pandora so close in front of her…it makes her squirm. Her bottoms are nice though, checkered shades of grey and soft with a cute black bow at the waistband—a gift from Lily’s parents for her birthday this year—simple but pretty enough.

It’s an odd feeling though, being exposed of her outerwear, left in her sleeping clothes, while Pandora is still in uniform, white blouse, black-blue tie and skirt, dress shoes and robe.

And suddenly there’s no more time for Lily to break her brain over trivialities such as clothing when Pandora steps back, gaze intent, and draws her wand.

She clears her throat in a business-like matter, eyes dark, “This might sting a little.”

Lily blanches, “You’re making up a hex?”

“Oh, calm yourself, would you,” Pandora waves her off, “It’s just a little side effect. We’re still in the trial phase.”

Lily feels her eyebrows draw together, “You said you had it all figured out!”

Pandora shrugs, “I say a lot of things.”

“I’m not going to help you test a new spell invention that will be used to hurt people,” Lily states and she’s glad to hear that the decisiveness in her voice is back.

“I never claimed it’s such a spell,” Pandora replies coolly.

“You’re not making any sense,” Lily crosses her arms in front of her chest. The evening air in the tiled room is fresh and she can feel her nipples hardening.

Pandora rolls her eyes at Lily’s words. Oh, she’s infuriating.

“So are you going to back out now? If so, please do us both a favor and do so now so that I can get on with my testing.” And she’s got that look on her again, that radiance of condescension that makes Lily bite down on her tongue to suppress that Pandora specific simmer of annoyance. “Believe it or not but I’d like to catch at least six hours of sleep tonight as well and you’re turning out to be more of a hindrance than actual help with every passing second.”

Not of actual help. Back out. Lily huffs. And perhaps some would call her bloody stupid for falling for the bait that this clearly is because Pandora Rosier doesn’t just say things carelessly. There’s precision and reason behind every word, every tonation, every action and gesture. Yet Lily can’t help but puff out her chest and settle back against the sink.

“Promise you’re not going to harm anyone with this spell.”

Pandora places a palm on her chest, “Ravenclaw word of honor.”

Lily squints her eyes, “Your heart’s on the opposite side of your body.”

“Caught that, did you?” Pandora sighs and switches hands, “Nothing goes unnoticed before the eyes of the head girl, huh? Fine,” she repeats the swear in the correct pose and then raises her eyebrows in a way that asks ‘Good enough?’.

Lily nods. “Go on then.”

With that Pandora gets into position, her face is tight with concentration yet her eyes shine with a hungry sort of curiosity. It’s passion and it’s quite honestly a bit much for Lily.

The younger girl flicks her wand. “Ferventis oris movens.”

And then it’s a whole different sort of too much when suddenly Lily’s limbs start prickling uncomfortably and in the matter of seconds it feels like someone is poking her with hundreds of hot nails.

She hisses, body flinching, curling in on itself because fuck. But just as she’s about to get angry over Pandora lying to her, over being betrayed, about falling for it— the sensation changes.

It feels just as hot, but it’s more fluid now, less pointed, less piercing. This unfortunately doesn’t change the fact that Lily’s head is reeling from the onslaught of burning heat slinking over her skin like lava.

“What is this spell?” she pants. Lily opens her eyes again, not even having been aware of squeezing them shut, and tries to get Pandora into focus.

She looks as concentrated as before but she’s stepped closer, a small orange hue of light surrounding the tip of her wand, barely noticeable in the angry sterile light of the bathroom.

Lily has a hard time keeping her eyes open as the sensation moves towards her neck, her cheekbones, her temples. It’s harsher there again and she lets out a whimper.

“Where does it hurt?” Pandora asks, voice raspy and closer again.

Lily’s eyes flutter open once more. “Head, neck,” she grits out.

Pandora hums, she’s close, and Lily assumes she adjusts because then it’s crawling lower again.

And Lily has burned herself with a hair straightening charm once, right around the collarbone too but it hadn’t lasted nearly this long. But it also hadn’t made her clench her thighs together and feel so dizzy in the head.

She must make a noise again because Pandora hushes her. “Patience, Lily love.” Her tone is painfully posh and gratingly soft too, juxtapositioning the searing pain she’s causing Lily right this moment.

Lily throws her head back in relief when the last of it leaves the bones of her chest, gliding lower and—

Lily’s eyes fly open. She barely traps the sound that was threatening to spill out behind her lips when the heat collects and centers around her nipples. It tugs and stimulates, almost playfully, and the heat feels less angry and more teasing now. It goes immediately to her head and also instantly between her legs.

And it’s not nails anymore, it’s teeth. Teeth and lips and tongue and Pandora is gazing at her like she’s got her in the very palm of her hand, like Lily’s just a pretty little blossom she’s picked in the greenhouse to use for her experiments and Lily might as well. Because she’s helpless in the face of being made to feel like this. In the face of Pandora physically being just a mere stride away. She’s the most gorgeous thing to look at, cheekbones so high and the apples of them so full, her eyes sucking you in like a black hole, those soft, nude-rosy lips of hers, so plump and big. And Lily actively feels like she’s getting her bloody tits sucked so who can really blame her for moaning about it.

Because, embarrassingly, that’s exactly what she does.

“Ahh, Pan- hngh, Pandora,” she presses out, “Is it supposed to feel like this?”

“Like what?” she asks, tilting her head, tone innocent. Her wand hand is steady where it’s pointed at Lily’s chest still.

Oh, fuck her. “Like a mouth.”

Lily gasps in a big breath when the magic pulls at the sensitive nubs of her breasts.

Pandora’s lips curl, corners ticking up and her eyes sparkle. “Oh, good, it’s working.”

Lily can only gasp. “What?”

“Come off it, Lily,” Pandora drawls, “You’re the smartest, most powerful witch of your whole year. If you’d actually want to stop me, you could.”

And Lily isn’t quite sure this deems true because she has no bloody idea which pants or robe pocket her wand is in right now, less how she’d even concentrate enough to successfully cast a counter or deleting spell. But then her gaze keeps darting to Pandora’s lips and the stretch of fabric over her chest and maybe she doesn’t actually want this to end.

But Lily is certain she doesn’t want it to stay like this until whatever will have Pandora satisfied is going to happen.

There’s little more dignity she can save after what Pandora has just thrown at her anyways and maybe that’s ok. And maybe so are the glances Pandora catches whenever Lily’s are trained on her over the length of the Great Hall, or the courtyard. Or the brushing of fingers between the shelves of dusty books in the restricted section.

Or the way Pandora leans in right now, snaking just the fingertips of her non dominant hand under Lily’s night shirt. They’re cold and Lily shivers.

She looks down at the liminal space between them and Pandora raises a brow at that.

Amusement and victory twinkle in her eyes like stars and make it inexplicably harder for Lily to concentrate, to keep pace of what’s happening. Pandora murmurs something under her breath, flicking her wrist and Lily nearly screams when the magic changes direction to assault her other breast. And it’s different again, feeling wet now and fuck, fuck—

“Fuck,” Lily whimpers, biting down on her lower lip hard. The magic sucks and tugs, all warm tongue and perfect suction, a hint of teeth still, and Lily can’t help but whine in pleasure.

Pandora smirks, ä pretty and prepossessing, and Lily’s hips twitch forward.

The blonde Ravenclaw takes the opportunity to slip her hand entirely below Lily’s top, holding her by the hip. Pandora has a bloody leg perched right between Lily’s thighs, her own hip cocked forth, and unbearable close to where Lily is throbbing and wet. Merlin, she feels desperate. Her mind is pure chaos, all volatile snitch wings, impossible to find a grasp.

“Why are you- what is thi- hah—”

“Hm?” Pandora responds after a moment, much too casually. She keeps looking down at Lily’s tits and lower, rucking up her shirt in the process to expose pale stomach, tugging ever so slightly on her hip, as if trying to convince Lily to bear down, to give into the urge and it steals her breath.

Pandora keeps her wand pointed at Lily’s nipple, wrist moving in tiny circles that mimic the lapping and nibbling on her skin. Pandora is arousing her. Actively and purposely and for what must be minutes now. And Lily is letting it happen.

Lily hopes the ground opens up and swallows her whole. She’s got to get away and she’s got to now.

Her cramping hand readjusts around the sink behind her as Lily collects all her effort to form a single clear sentence in her mind before speaking. “Ah- are we d-done?”

She gets nothing. Pandora doesn’t look up, doesn’t so much as bat a single eyelash.

“Mngh- Pan- Rosier?”

That manages to gauge a reaction then. A verbal one, at least. “Evans?” she replies, voice mock tinted. She bites down on her lower lip, eyes trained on Lily’s body still. God, why is she so—

Lily squeezes her eyes closed to banish the thought, “Are we done?”

When Lily dares to look again, she chokes on her breath. Pandora is looking up at her through her lashes, unfairly thick and dark, and her palm squeezes around Lily’s waist. “I don’t know, are we?”

And Lily doesn’t know what to answer to that but she doesn’t get a chance anyway because in the next moment Pandora’s wand lowers and so does the sensation. The sensation of a burning hot mouth that’s kissing and biting and lapping at her skin and it wanders down.

Lily whimpers as she realizes what’s about to happen.

Her knees are weak and there’s teeth grazing right next to her navel and then a tongue at the sensitive skin above her waistband. Lily moans. It’s ripped right out of her, nothing to be done about it but her head sinks either way, eyes closed. It’s not shame, exactly, something that burns similarly but it mixes. A dangerous cocktail of pleasure and guilt and dizzying arousal.

Lily is all sensation, the noises she’s making she realizes only dimly like through a layer of cotton stuffed into her ears.

There’s a touch beneath her chin then and when Lily blinks her eyes back open her lashes are clumped with tears.

Pandora catches her gaze, she’s so close their noses nearly touch, and there’s a smile in her voice when she whispers, “Didn’t think so.”

Lily is going to cry. She feels nauseous, dizzy, helpless. She’s never felt better. She was never meant to experience this and it’s exactly because of the fact that, selfishly, Lily doesn’t want to stop now.

“Go on, then.”

It’s a breath of a shiver but it’s all observant as a raven Pandora needs to push on.

“You can’t imagine half the things I’d do to you, Lily.” There’s a husk in her voice and a tremendous force in her gaze and with that Pandora tips the end of her wand down between Lily’s legs.

All she can do is cry out and throw her head back, immediately stupid from finally being touched where she’s needed it most since they’d gotten started. Eager licks over her hole and a closed mouth around her clit, sucking and tugging and pinching and pushing Lily’s sanity right off the Viaduct.

And Lily is pulled right behind it, like the weight of a ball and chain, falling down deep and dark and scary, unfamiliar, nerve wrecking.

Electrifying.

Pandora winds her unoccupied hand through Lily’s hair at the back of her head and tilts it back down. “Look at you,” Pandora hisses and Lily thinks there might be equal parts distaste and hunger in her voice. She cups Lily’s jaw softly and tugs at her bottom lip with her thumb, resting it against the lower row of Lily’s teeth. “Perfect, little Prefect princess.”

Pandora says it like an insult, contempt coating the words thick like hardened sugar because it hurts so sweet. Toothache, cavity. Lily wants to kiss her.

She settles for weakly tonguing at Pandora’s finger instead and when Lily closes her lips around it to suck Pandora makes a breath noise, lashes fluttering, and suddenly Lily isn’t falling anymore.

She’s flying, climbing, rising high as her hips twitch and the spell keeps working between her legs, sucking, stimulating and working Lily over and over and—

“Aah, ’m gonna, I- hng—”

Lily shatters.

One of her hands snaps out to grip Pandora’s forearm, knees giving out and shivering against the other’s leg, riding it out and moaning like just any slutty bird getting fucked against the inside of a broom closet door.

The spell cuts out abruptly, leaving Lily a panting, whimpering mess as she tries to catch her breath.

The tail end of her orgasm is still rippling through her when Pandora squeezes her waist one more time, “Testing: success. Subject thoroughly used, feedback as intended. Project completed.”

Lily stares into dark brown, enticing cat eyes and nods dumbly, blowing out a careful breath.

Pandora blinks and then she’s collected again, gaze coldly neutral and analytical. She detangles herself from Lily, pulling her night shirt back down, and pockets her own wand.

“See you around, princess,” Pandora Rosier drawls, and with that she leaves.

The bathroom and Lily behind, breathing shallowly and turned wholly inside out.

#I want this engraved into the back of my eyelids #btw #lune tag

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c0mbatchameleon · 3 months ago

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hi hi hiii more on Liebestraum plsss

Eugeeee hello well this is no other than the demon James possession au 🙏🙏

The post linked is from forever ago but it still has the basics. And at the risk of going on too long about how i since then fell down the literal rabbit hole that is dante's inferno, and my notes app ramblings have morphed into a 12 page, 6000+ word planning doc, I will give you a snippet. It's basically just possession sex. Which in itself is just masturbation with more steps.

I'll say one thing: the song came after I had already carved the entire story around the concept of dreams -- the only place where they can be two separate, physical beings on the same plane of existence (except for--nvm). So it was a beautiful coincidence that Liebestraum ended up translating to "love dream," which I only looked up after listening to it a million times and mapping the whole plot to it. Anyways, the dreams take place on a beach, and all u need to know is that up to this point, regulus has refused to get in the water and swim. ((18+ below))

“Please,” Regulus whines, and he’s never sounded this pathetic in his life, so out of control. James has taken reign over his body, all muscle and bone and that web of nerve endings embedded throughout, while Lust–this desperate, whirlwind need that pools deeper in him–has full reign of his mind. Or, the part of his mind that’s still his, which in itself is blurring more and more at the edges as time goes on. The result is this. Regulus, a man of discipline, reduced to a writhing, pleading, unwound mess, hand moving over himself by some outside, untethered force, by James, who isn’t outside of him at all. Please what, love? James’s voice is everywhere and nowhere. It’s rolling through him with the tides, filling the silence in the room, in his skull–it used to be quieter in there, didn’t it? Regulus can’t imagine it now. Doesn’t want to. He needs more. He needs– “Need you.” A soft chuckle. I’m right here, baby. I couldn’t be any closer if I tried. Don’t you feel it? Suddenly: an increased pressure in his skull, lungs, entire body. Carrying pleasure with it, pushing up at the boundaries of him, his being, his consciousness. He doesn’t know what James is doing, but it’s something. It’s not enough. A sharp twist of his own hand has Regulus letting out a mortifying sound. “Mmmh. Need more.” Oh? More of me? Another sharp twist, pleasure sparking up through him, before the hand—his own hand—slows back to an infuriating, steady pace. James is loving this and Regulus knows it. Can feel it in the waves of satisfaction, of triumph rolling out from the space James occupies in his own head. Regulus might be more annoyed by the arrogance of his guest if only those emotions weren’t blending so gloriously with his own pleasure. Own. What a funny word. Nothing is his own, anymore. His hips writhe, pushing himself into his own fist, and there’s no way of knowing if it’s his or James’s doing. He nearly chokes on his words. “Need– sleep.” What was that? “Put me—fuck—make me sleep, James. Right now.” You want to sleep? And can something with no body, a shade, a figment of thought–can some entirely unphysical thing find a way to smile so distinctly? The way Regulus can feel that knowing, winning grin stretch somewhere beneath his own clenched jaw? The way he can hear it pulling at the corners of the voice–that foreign, all-too familiar voice–in his own head? James has found a way. James, who knows he’s won before Regulus can even voice his own defeat. Regulus, who knows he has to voice it, anyway. That’s the point isn’t it? To submit? It’s no fun if it’s not given up willingly. When Regulus gives in, it’s more willing than he’s ever been in his life. “I want to see you. I want you. I want the water. I’ll go in. Fuck, I’ll go in.” That echo of a smile, phantom victory, amplifies then, and for a moment Regulus thinks he might overflow with pure, luminous feeling. And then, everything goes black.

#maybe it wasn't coincidence at all and franz liszt just found a way to capture the feeling and sound and emotion of a dream so universally #that i didn't need to look up the name to know what it was about #anyways. every day i get closer to actually writing the damn thing instead of adding another page-long tangent to my mess of a planning doc #fic / possession au #euge tag #thank u for asking babeeee #jegulus #jegulus fic #regulus black #james potter #marauders era #james potter x regulus black

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