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Welcome to Victory || Jack Chambers
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In which Y/N and Jack Chambers are madly in love and new to Victory. ***smut included***
Everything was sort of distorted and blurry, you rolled over in bed with a pounding headache that sent blazing pain behind your left eye. You breathed out shakily, trying to adjust your eyes to the darkness of the room. You couldn’t think, suddenly feeling the sensation of someone’s arm wrapped around your waist.
Turning hastily you saw the outline of Jack sleeping, your throat ached and your head pounded. It was like an array of thoughts hitting you at once. Suddenly you were remembering everything kind of fuzzy. You were from Boston, you met Jack and you were married shortly after, you honeymooned, and now you’d come to live in a nice area where he would work for this new company project.
What’s it called, again? Where are you? How did you get here? Why does everything feel so different?
Thoughts began to implode the inside of your mind, you looked down and saw the outline of your fingers through the dark room. Wiggling them, you saw your wedding ring. Your brain felt like it was exploding.
Your wedding. You tried to remember everything from your wedding.
What is this place called?
Victory, the thought hit you suddenly like it’d been shot at you. You were in Victory. Why couldn’t you remember this? You feel so out of place, so disoriented.
“Darling,” his rough, tired breath could be felt on the back of your neck. “What’re you doin’ awake? Are you alright?”
You spun around, laying facing him now. He was so casual, his eyes hardly open and the look on his face confused. Oh yes, this was your life, this was your husband. The thoughts felt sort of artificial, but slowed your heart rate nonetheless.
“I’m okay,” you whispered. “Bad dream.”
“S’alright,” he murmured, leaning into you and kissing you warmly. “C’mon, get some rest, sweetheart.”
You nodded, closing your eyes and hearing him breathe out in what sounded like relief. He was warm and his arms wrapped around you strongly. This felt like contentment and suddenly all of your worries were dismissed and you could only feel the beat of Jack’s heart beneath you while you slept on his chest.
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The feelings resurfaced when you woke to the light streaming in through the sheer curtains of your bedroom which felt so familiar, but somehow unfamiliar. It was colorful and the bedspread was a fun green and yellow abstract pattern.
Jack was groggily blinking his eyes, looking over at you tiredly and smiling. You sighed out loud, unable to overcome this ominous feeling inside of you. He leaned over and kissed you, your hair tickling his cheek and making him laugh into the long kiss.
“Good mornin’,” he smirked, running a hand down your torso and finding the hem of his dress shirt that hung to your thighs. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.”
Blushing furiously, you let your fingers find his hair and shivered at his hands grazing the bare skin of your thighs. He laid his spread palm on the bottom of your stomach, just under your navel. His fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties, teasing you while he sucked on your neck.
“Mmm, it’s too bad we’ve got to get up,” he smirked.
“No,” you sighed. “We don’t have to.”
His fingers slipped under the fabric, inching lower and lower, your breath heavy and uneven as he found his fingers running over your soaking slit. You pleaded with him without saying a word, staring into his eyes with lust as he entered you with his index finger.
“How’s that, baby?” He asked you lowly, pumping in and out achingly slow. “You’re such a good girl, my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Mhm,” you nearly cried, feeling his middle enter next.
He brought his thumb to the small bud of nerves, embracing your nails digging into his back. Your head swam with thoughts, a tight coil forming in your stomach as he penetrated you with both fingers and rubbed incessantly at your clit.
“How’s this?” He said as another finger entered your centre. “Feel good, baby?”
Your legs began to shake, and the build up became too much. You high pitched whimpers came out pleadingly as he brought you tensed around him and came to a finish, he was soon kissing you with ease and reveling in your unsteady breaths.
“Such a good girl,” he pushed the hair out of your eyes and pressed his forehead against yours. “Let’s get up and ready, yeah?”
The rest of the early morning consisted of you making a nice breakfast, watching Jack get ready for his first day of work, and pushing the feelings inside down deeper. You meandered around in his white button down, putting a record on and watching him sip on his coffee.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the most beautiful woman?” He asked, walking over to you by the dinner table and snaking a hand around your waist.
“Only you on every day that ends in y,” you smiled, leaning in and kissing him.
He lifted you onto the table and you spread your legs for him to stand in between. He smiled as he kissed you, like he was the happiest man in the world.
“I,” he kissed you again. “Have,” he kissed you once more,” he couldn’t not kiss you again. “To go.”
He pulled away finally and laughed as you fell back in defeat. He checked his wristwatch and moved to grabbed his lunch you’d just made him. You followed closely behind, giving puppy dog eyes and protruding your lower lip when he looked back at you as he opened the front door.
“You’re lovely, you know that?” He said as he walked outside and got into his car.
“I love you,” you leaned in and kissed him. “I will see you tonight.”
“And I love you.”
You stepped back and watched all of the other cars leave their driveways, and all of the other wives stand back waving their husbands farewell. The pain behind you eye began again suddenly, the feeling clawing it’s way up after being dismissed so quickly.
It was a yell from across the street that brought you back to reality.
“Y/N, right?” A woman called out. “Welcome to Victory!”
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realitybitesyouknowit · 4 months
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 ºHPTR / HPLVº With maturity comes understanding, and Harry understands just fine. After ten years in training, Harry returns to the moment he left…with a whole new plan for himself. ºThe Light will never know what hit itº Vampire!Harry Dark!Harry
Harry Potter, M, English, Adventure & Romance, chapters: 40, words: 221k+, favs: 7k+, follows: 3k+, updated: Jan 25, 2010 published: May 10, 2007, Harry P., Voldemort
A revised version on ao3 is mentioned but they never completed it so I'd just reach this version as is.
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*Talks shit*
“That’s rude… true though”
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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 10 months
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Obsession
Tom Riddle X Fem OC/Reader
Word Count: 5K
Warnings: Mild language, Graphic, Smut, Toxic, Possessive, Protective, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive, Anger…
Prompt: Y/N Black is a mystery to many. She isn’t interested in making friends, only her studies. However, unbeknownst to many, one boy has piqued her interest——Tom Riddle. Little did she know, he had an obsession with her.
Sidenote: I did use some spells from the vampire diaries just for the heck of it. I may do a part two, but I’m not sure if it really needs it. I’ll leave it up to you guys!
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Everyone seemed more chattier than usual. Maybe it was the upcoming Yule Ball or maybe it was because holidays were approaching. However, you hated the buzzing chatter, the obnoxious shouting, and all of the crowded halls. You had tried to go to the library as an escape from this madness, but everyone had infiltrated the library even.
You were the Scrooge that everybody was painfully aware of as you stormed through the halls with your books clutched to your chest. If you were a Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor, they would have laughed at the irked expression on your face. However, knowing you were a Slytherin strikes fear in many.
Not to mention you were a mystery to many. You were oh so quiet, along with a freakishly amount of smart, and an unearthly amount of beautiful. You chose to stick to yourself, choosing to not make any friends. You instead chose to have acquaintances in case a group project popped up, however you normally managed to worm your way out of that so you could work alone.
That was how you preferred doing things, alone. Other students have given up on trying to befriend you, seeing it as pointless. Guys would still try and ask you out, but their advances failed. They hadn’t noticed that your interest was piqued by a boy already. However, it seemed that he was just like you.
Tom Riddle was a handsome young man with jet black curly-ish hair and dark brown eyes that looked almost black from afar. He was fairly tall and had a lean look. His face was always blank…passive as he studied or walked through the halls or even when he was with his group of “friends”. They were his followers in his mind, not his friends. To anyone else, they saw them as a happy friend group.
You had noticed the things that anyone would pick up about Tom from afar, like his intelligence. Tom excelled in all of his classes, in fact he was tied at the top of the year with you. He too was introverted, preferring to be alone and in silence. For someone as passive as Tom, you noticed things he did. When he was judging something, he’d lean back in his chair, occasionally quirking an eyebrow as if he was impressed or annoyed.
When he was in a rather intuitive or creative mood, his eyes seemed to be a lighter shade of brown and he would get carried away in his journal. When he was thinking, he would zone out on his journal or something in the room.
You noticed that he’d clench his jaw until a muscle there ticked when he got angered. When he was annoyed, he had a tendency to sigh.
“Y/N!” Narcissa calls.
She stood among Tom Riddle and all of his “friends”. Tom’s eyes find you who was clearly irritated. You had made your way through the crowd and head towards her.
“Yes?” You ask.
“Hey, that is no way to talk to your favorite cousin.” Narcissa scolds.
“Who said you were my favorite?” You ask.
“It’s because it is me.” Bellatrix grins.
“Not you either.” You mutter.
“Moving on, have you seen Sirius or Regulus?” She asks.
“I’m not their keeper, Narcissa.” You mutter.
“They said they were meeting up with you.” She says, sighing in frustration.
“Well they didn’t. I need to get to class.” You mutter.
Before you could go, Bellatrix grabs your upper arm in a tight grip. You turn back to her with a clenched jaw as Narcissa steps back, muttering an “Uh-Oh”.
“Leaving so soon, cousin?” She mocks.
“Bellatrix, I’m warning you now to let go or you will regret it.” You warn calmly.
“What will you do? You're all goody two shoes, yet your in Slytherin. I think that dumb hat sorted you into the wrong house.” She says.
You pull your wand free, pointing it at her as you mutter “Stupefy”. You roll your eyes as she flies backwards through the crowd.
“If I wouldn’t get expelled, I would definitely crucio you or use the killing curse on you for your information. However, nothing is stopping me once we graduate.” You say, before turning and leaving the group stunned.
Tom smiles slightly as he watches you walk away, finding himself even more intrigued with you than he originally was. Call it an interest or maybe an obsession at this point. He liked to watch you when he could. He noticed things about you that he was sure no one else noticed.
He knew you were a quiet and mysterious girl, but underneath that “innocent” mask you wore, he knew there was a strong woman with a dangerous mind. You were far from innocent and today proved that more so to him. To anyone else, you were that innocent girl. However, when you let your guard down if you were stressed or angry or irritated, he could see the danger swirling in your (eye color) eyes.
He lets his smile fall, regaining his composure before turning back to his group. Bellatrix was back on her feet, a scowl on her face as Narcissa helped hold her up. He watches as Sirius and Regulus join them.
“What is wrong with you?” Sirius asks.
“Your bloody sister is what is wrong! She used stupefy on me!” She snaps.
“How pissed off did you make her?” Regulus chuckles, shaking his head.
“You both told me you were meeting with her about becoming a follower. Yet, she hasn’t seen either of you all day. So, where were you both off to?” Narcissa snaps.
“Have you seen how mad she can get? We learned not to mess around when she gets mad, Issa. When she is mad, she will take down anyone in her path. We’ve learned how to avoid making her mad. So, you go have that conversation with her because I rather not get crucio’d again.” Sirius says.
“Wow.” Avery mutters.
“She may be quiet and keeps to herself, but Y/N is a ticking time-bomb when you make her mad. She is intelligent, and maybe too intelligent for her own good. She also liked being stronger than others in magic, so that is why she studies so hard. However, because she is so antisocial and introverted, even as a child before Hogwarts, she took her studies serious, so she doesn’t understand fun. She is boring.” Sirius says.
“I bet she hasn’t ever shagged anyone, or snogged! A sixth year and a virgin! That is embarrassing.” Bellatrix cackles.
That further piqued Tom’s interest about you.. He found himself having more thoughts about you, both innocent and sinful thoughts. However, his sinful thoughts changed to the exception of you being a virgin. That made him feel a possessiveness over you he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about. However, he knew that the idea of you being with anyone else was sickening to him. You were his, you just didn’t know it yet.
Your studies past fairly quickly and you were heading towards the Great Hall. You sit at your normal spot, Regulus sitting next to you. Tom sat a table down with his “friends”, however his focus was on you. Regulus gently closed your books, pushing them away.
“Eat, then study.” He stresses softly.
As irritated as you were about him taking away your books, you listened. Tom quirked a brow, finding himself wondering if it was often you got so distracted by your studies that you didn’t take care of yourself the best. His eyes roam over you slowly, noticing the dark circles under your eyes along with the thinning face of yours. So, it was often, he thought.
“Y/N! My favorite sister! How has your day been?” Sirius asks as plops down across from you.
“What do you want?” You ask, sighing as you pushed your food around on your plate.
“Nothing to do with studies I hope, she is taking a break to eat.” Regulus stresses.
You close your eyes as the two start to argue, resting your chin on your hand. You open your eyes when Regulus stands, his voice getting louder.
“Enough!” You snap, the two instantly quieting.
It had gotten the attention of those around your table. You take in a slow breath before letting it out, regaining your composure before looking between your brothers with a blank look.
“You two bicker like a bunch of children. This is our brief moment to be able to hang out, however you both don’t know how to push aside your differences because you both are too hot-headed and irrational.” You rant.
You snatch up your books that Regulus had pushed away from you earlier and stood from the table as you left the Great Hall.
Tom watched you leave before looking between your brothers, before his eyes fell on your plate of untouched food. He puts some food in his bag, going unnoticed and decides to leave himself. He made his way to the library, heading to the forbidden section where he assumed you’d be. He feels a brief moment of pride flare in his chest, right about where you had gone. He clears his throat and you look up from your notes.
“Here. I noticed you didn’t eat.” He says.
His voice surprised you. It was deep, soft and mysterious. He pulled out some food he took from the Great Hall and handed it to you.
“Thank you.” You murmur.
He nods, going to leave and you begin working on your studies again. You sigh as a loud group comes into the library.
“Would you allow me to show you a place I like to go?” He asks, looking back down at you.
“I don’t see why not.” You admit, gathering your stuff before standing.
You follow behind Tom, not quite sure where he was taking you. You knew of his quest to become the Dark Lord. Some of his followers had big mouths, so you heard more than everyone thought you knew. They assumed you were clueless about his current quest and they all were tip-toeing around who would be the one to break the news to you. However, you knew. You knew more than them in fact.
He looks around, making sure there was no other students or professors in the hall before a door appears in the wall. Your lips part from surprise as he ushers you in, following behind you. You looked around the empty room in awe.
“The Room of Requirements…I’ve heard of it and I’ve looked everywhere for it.” You mumble.
“Yes, I searched for this room for awhile myself. I later learned that the room only will appear in great need.” Tom explains, seeming rather smug about finding it.
“The room seems to know you quite well…and you seem to know the room quite well too. Otherwise, the door wouldn’t have appeared because I’m sure my studies are not in great need.” You say, turning back to him.
You feel a heat spread across your body as you catch his eyes on you. The dark eyes slowly trail over you, mapping out your body. His eyes stop on your blouse where you had a few buttons undone since you were alone and had started to get a little hot in the confined aisles of the forbidden section in the library.
He steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you. You look up, not realizing that he was this tall. He puts a hand out and gently grasps your hip before trailing it up your side. He tugs on the middle of your blouse, revealing more of your cleavage, before he starts undoing the remaining buttons.
“That and maybe because I am in great need of you.” He murmurs, leaning down to trail his lips along your neck.
You shiver, feeling a trail of goosebumps being left behind from the ghost touch. His hands find your shoulders where he pushes the robes off before pushing your blouse off along with it. He leaves a soft kiss on your racing pulse, before he pulls back to look down at you.
You were left in a dark green lace bra, and he tsked quietly, approving the way they made your breasts look. The bra seemed to work as a push-up bra, but really Narcissa had gotten you the wrong size this year.
His eyes trail over your stomach, noting the soft curves he would be sure to feel later. His eyes focus on the short school-girl skirt, also Narcissa’s doing. You didn’t fret much about it as you knew you’d wear your robe more often than not. You were wearing knee high stockings with a pair of mary-janes.
“The school girl skirt, hmph, your just asking to be fucked, aren’t you?” He asks, a smirk slowly spreading across his face.
“Tom.” You say breathlessly.
“Leave the skirt on, but take your panties off.” He orders.
He begins unbuttoning his own shirt, watching you. You were frozen in place before you start to work the panties down. He held a hand out, looking at you expectantly. Your shaky hand places the matching dark green lace panties into his hand.
He balls it up and sticks it in his blazer pocket. You watch as his long, slender fingers work his belt off. Your eyes focused on his veiny hands.
“Hands and knees.” He says.
You slowly drop to your knees, turning over, no longer able to watch his next move. You get on your hands, moving so you are on your elbows. You arch your back down, sticking your ass out more.
Tom licks his lips slowly, swallowing hard as he watches you get into the position. He inhales deeply, watching as you arch your back. He puts a clenched fist to his mouth, lightly biting himself, not quite sure if this was really happening. The skirt hid nothing. He could see the big globes that he found himself really attracted to. He never would have taken himself as an ass man.
His eyes trail further down to see your glistening entrance. He pushes his pants off before he gets on the ground behind you. He brushes your hair over your shoulder, before he finds himself tracing down your spine lightly. You shiver unintentionally, however he enjoyed the effect he on you.
“How bad do you want me?” He murmurs into your ear.
“Please, Tom.” You whisper as you push your hips back.
“Pathetic. Do you want my cock or not?” He asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and roughly jerking your head back.
A breathless moan fills the thick air in the room as a heat spreads across your scalp. He clenches his jaw, feeling himself twitch from the sound he heard. It was the beginning of a beautiful symphony, one he didn’t realize how much he’d become crazed for.
“Tom! Please! I need you!” You cry, feeling frustrated that he wasn’t touching you where you wanted to be touched.
He smirks, gently grabbing your hips. He uses his other hand to guide himself into your dripping entrance. He groans, your walls immediately grasping onto him, suffocating him. You moan lowly, your hands grasping at the stone floor as your eyes flutter shut.
“Fuck.” He curses, working himself in and out of you slowly.
“Tom, please.” You plead, pushing your hips back.
“Is my cock the first one you’ve ever had?” He asks, his eyes burning in the back of your head as he awaited your response.
“Yes! Please, Tom!” You cry.
He couldn’t help the grin across his face. He heard it, but he wasn’t sure if maybe you just kept them out of the loop. But, knowing he was the one to take your virginity was exhilirating to him.
“I better be the only cock you have here. You are mine.” He warns.
“Yes! I-I’m yours, Tom!” You moan as he starts to move at a faster pace.
“I’ll kill any boy who dares to be with you, because you are mine! I’ll punish you if I see you talking to some boy.” He growls, his hips now savagely moving.
You cry for more, your soft and loud moans were music to his ears. He breathed heavily along with you as held onto your hips tightly. Skin smacking echoed in the room and you heard his soft groan which sent you coming. He groans louder as you clench around him, coming around him.
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You stood on shaky legs, buttoning up your blouse and grimacing as you feel your shared climaxes slowly leaking out of you. He grasps your chin, looking at you with a stern look.
“Keep it in. I want you to know who fucked you.” He says.
“Tom, I need my panties.” You say as your cheeks flush.
“Find another way to keep it in.” He says, before focusing back on straightening himself out.
You pull your blazer on along with your robes before grabbing your books and hurrying out. You reach the Slytherin common room, Narcissa and Bellatrix looking up from their game of cards. Sirius and Regulus’s backs were to you.
“Oh my god, you got shagged!” Narcissa exclaims with a grin.
“Who was it?” Bellatrix asks.
“Yeah, I’d like to know.” Sirius seethes, taking in your disheveled hair and the hickeys on your neck.
Narcissa looks at your knees to see that they were scraped up, but you choose to ignore your brothers and cousins as you make your way past them. Regulus laughs, yelling “Atta girl!”
A small smile graces your lips at your little brothers comment. He too was protective of you, but he knew you inside and out. He and you were far closer than you were with Sirius. You get to your dorm and think of showering, but then your mind wanders to Tom. Keep it in…
You pull on a pair of fresh panties as you change into your nightware. You found yourself tossing and turning for a long while before you fell asleep. By the time it was time to wake up, you were exhausted. You could sleep in, but that ruins your morning routine.
You go to the shower, grimacing at the burn in your stomach. It was now that you realized you didn’t eat once yesterday. You finished up in the bathroom before pulling on a black lingerie set. You gasp as your door opens and Tom walks in.
“I knew you’d be awake.” He says, his eyes slowly roaming over you and some of the bruises he had made from where he held you still.
“Tom, what are you doing here?” You ask, grabbing a random robe and pulling it on.
“I’ve seen it all, darling. I wanted to tell you no more skirts.” He says and you look at him confused.
“I…Is it because how short they are?” You ask.
“That and the school girl skirt should be meant for my eyes when we are alone. Do you understand?” He asks.
“I…yes, Tom.” You say quietly.
He grins, looking at your neck where you had several hickeys before he leaves. You frown and look at the outfit you had prepared for this morning. It consisted of a school girl skirt.You sigh, grabbing a dark green skater skirt that ended a little about mid-thigh. There wasn’t much you could do about the length of your skirts until you went shopping again.
You grab your button up blouse and your Slytherin tie. You grab the blazer and sigh when you see dust on it. You hang it back up, deciding you will have to clean it later because you don’t have time now.
You pull on your knee socks and mary-janes when there was a knock at your dorm door. You open it and see it was Narcissa.
“I came bearing gifts.” She says.
You open the door and she guides you to the small vanity as she begins to help you cover the hickeys on your neck and jawline.
“So, who was it?” She asks.
“I’m not sure if I’m ready to say who it was yet.” You murmur.
“Did he force you? I’ll make him suffer the worst ways imaginable.” She says seriously.
“No, no, he didn’t force me. I’m just not sure what is happening yet. I don’t know if it merely was just another shag to him or if it’ll turn into something. However, he’s being a little controlling of what I wear, mainly my skirts.” You explain.
“I feel like I already know who this is.” She says, sighing.
“Who?” You ask.
“Tom Riddle?” She asks.
“Oh…how did you know?” You ask.
“Tom is…many things. I don’t know if he is capable of love and a relationship. He is a very possessive man. And I mean to the extent that it isn't healthy. He is ill-tempered and easily jealous. Not to mention he can be obsessive too. I personally think you should put some distance between the two of you and let things die down. I don’t know what his intentions are, but I’m sure they aren’t good.” She explains.
“Alright.” You say quietly.
You were quite sure how to feel. But, you knew Narcissa meant well and you also knew that she knew Tom better than you. You trusted her advice almost as you trusted Regulus’s.
“All done.” She says.
“Thank you, Issa.” You murmur and she nods.
She leaves you to your thoughts and you realize you need to head down to the Great Hall for breakfast. You gather your books and make your way out of your dorm in a daze. You head to the Great Hall and see everyone was already there. You ignore the burning stare that you knew belonged to Tom Riddle.
“Hey, you okay? You seem out of it? And your running late.” Regulus says.
“Oh, I’m fine. I think I’m just in need of food. I realized I didn’t eat once yesterday.” You explain.
“Y/N/N, you’ve got to take better care of yourself. I will start treating you like I did the first year.” He warns.
“I know, I know, and I promise I’ll do better.” You sigh.
“Why is Riddle staring at you? He seems pissed.” He whispers.
“Oh, who knows.” You sigh, briefly glancing at Tom.
Tom was staring at your neck where your hickeys would be, but thanks to Narcissa, they were no longer there. You managed to eat some of your food before it began to make you feel sick. You felt suffocated with Tom glaring daggers into you and Sirius was no better.
“Stop it.” Regulus warns Sirius.
“I want to know who it was.” He snaps, looking back at you.
You clench your jaw, narrowing your eyes at him as you take a slow breath in and let it out. You pull your wand out and keep your hand rested on the table, so you don’t draw anymore attention to you.
“Keep glaring, brother and watch how fast you end up in the hospital wing.” You warn lowly.
“Guys.” Narcissa warns.
“Who is he?” He growls lowly, leaning closer to you.
“Oh shit. Take cover!” Regulus says, going under the table.
You reach forward, grabbing Sirius’s tie and pull him closer as your face heats from anger.
“Astronomy tower, now.” You grit out.
He stands and storms out and you stand as Regulus pokes his head out.
“Don’t kill him please.” He pleads.
You storm out of the Great Hall, wand in hand as you make your way towards the Astronomy tower to see him already there and waiting.
“Who is it!?” He snaps as you both circle each other.
“Sirius, it’s none of your business. Stop trying to act like the older and protective brother. Stop acting like you care!” You snap.
“I do care! You're my sister.” He snaps.
“Guys. Let’s try to keep calm.” Narcissa says as she walks in with her group.
“Yeah, let’s just hug it out and make up.” Regulus says.
“I want to know who has my sister acting like a tramp.” He snaps.
“Oh no….oh no! Oh no! Back up, back up, back up!” Regulus says as he pushes everyone back.
“Bombarda!” You fast and Sirius curses as he tries to dodge the mini explosion you casted his way.
“Confundo!” He shouts, but you dodge it.
“Everte Statum.” You cast, watching as he flies back against the wall, his wand falling in the process.
You walk forward, grabbing his wand before looking down at him.
“Impulsa Animositas!” You snap, gaining confused looks from around the room.
“I…Y/N, have you been creating spells again?” Regulus asks cautiously.
“Again?” Narcissa asks alarmed.
“What did you do to me?” Sirius snaps.
“Say something mean. To any of us.” You say, smirking.
“What the hell did you do to me you crazy bi—ow!” He exclaims after feeling a jolt of electricity go through you.
“Just as I assumed. This spell will zap you everytime you try and say something mean.” You say.
“That’s child’s play you idiot!” He snaps before groaning.
“Hm. This isn’t. Lihednat Dolchitni.” You cast.
His hands find his throat as he try’s to breath. You clench your fist tighter, watching how he struggles more before you wave your hand and it stops. He leans forward, breathing heavily.
“Tread carefully, brother. I have far more up my sleeve than you wish to believe.” You spat.
“You…you will get in so much trouble for creating spells. Regulus and I told you that you need to stop.” He breathes heavily.
“Then keep your mouths shut otherwise I’ll make you suffer in the worst unimaginable ways.” You say.
With that, you turn and walk past the group who seemed shocked. You head back to the Great Hall, gathering your items before heading back to your dorm. You were too upset and riled up to do anything. So, instead you hurry to your dorm and lock the door.
You pace frantically, running your hands through your hair. You let a breath out that you hadn’t noticed you were holding.
“You’re okay. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” You mumble to yourself.
The lock on your door clicks, so you turn and see Tom. He closes the door back and turns to you with that normal passive and cold look.
“That was…impressive.” He says.
“Tom, I really rather be alone right now.” You mutter.
“Why cover the marks I left? I left them for a reason.” He says, his voice hardening as his eyes turn several shades darker.
“I didn’t want to walk around with them showing. People would have said something and I don’t want to deal with that. Plus, I rather the school not know I was your play thing.” You mutter harshly, turning your back to him.
“Who said you were a play thing because I don’t recall ever telling you that?” He snaps.
“Tell me this, Tom. Are you one for commitment? Would you be in an exclusive relationship? Huh, tell me that!” You snap harshly as you turn to face him again.
“I can do commitment. Before, I’d say no. However, for you I am willing to do it. I’m willing to be in an exclusive relationship as you call it. Because I can’t ever get you out of my head! You are all I can focus on! It’s so…so irritating, yet I love it at the same time.” He growls.
“Tom, there are going to have to be some rules set in place if we are to do something. Like the skirt thing this morning. I only wear skirts.” You say.
“Fine. Wear your skirts, well not the school girl ones, however I can’t promise that some asshole won’t end up dead for looking. You are mine.” He snaps.
“Okay, and what about the marks?” You ask.
“You shouldn’t care what anyone says. You never have before, so why care now? I want people to know that you belong to me. I want the guys to realize that you aren’t a possibility anymore. You are mine.” He says, closing the distance between you both.
You look up as his hand wraps around your throat. He tightens his hand and you let a shaky breath out as you clench your thighs.
“You barely know me.” You mumble.
“I know more than you think, darling. You piqued my interest. When that happens, I tend to learn everything I can.” He murmurs, brushing his nose against yours before kissing you softly.
You hum, moving your hands to his hair. You whine when he pulls back, a smirk on his lips.
“What does that mean? How have you learned about me if you just started speaking to me yesterday?” You ask.
“Because I might be a bit obsessive when it comes to learning of the things that interest me. I won’t stop until I know everything.” He says.
There was banging on your dorm door and you sigh, going to walk past Tom, but he loops an arm around your waist.
“Who is it?” Tom asks, annoyed.
“It’s Bella, me and Regulus. Is Y/N in there?” Narcissa says.
“Well go away. I’m about to fuck my girl.” He snaps.
Your face heats up as you cover your mouth to hide your gasp. Narcissa gasps, Regulus laughs and yells for you to get it while Bellatrix throws a fit.
“We are not doing anything! We are just talking!” You exclaim.
“Talking, huh?” He says, quirking a brow at you as he slips a hand beneath your skirt.
You let a shaky breath out as he trails his hand up your thigh. He gets to your underwear, sliding two fingers beneath the lacy fabric.
“Tom.” You mumble.
“Talking and yet you're so wet for me. Do you want my cock again?” He asks, sliding a finger in you.
Your eyes flutter close and he grins widely, loving the way you reacted to his touch. You were the violin and he was the violinist. He played you so gracefully and loved the beautiful symphony that came from your mouth. It was his greatest obsession.
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PAIRING: Ghostface!Theodore Nott x Reader
SUMMARY: A killer is on the loose at Hogwarts and he has his eye on a prize, or victim — you.
WORD COUNT: 4K
WARNINGS: MDNI! NonCon/DubCon. Oral sex (male receiving). Death threats. Degradation. Breathe play. Physical violence. Dacryphilia. Reader's POV. It's really twisted so don't read it if you're uncomfortable.
A/N: It's the first time I've written dark content, my opinion is that it turned out pretty good. The title is inspired by the Def Leppard song of the same name.
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A dark aura had covered Hogwarts ever since the horrific murders began to haunt the hundred-odd stone corridors, a mysterious and suffocating tension taking over the once magical atmosphere of the school. What was once a place of enchantment and wonder had quickly turned into a land of fear and distrust directed at each other.
The usual laughter and carefree conversations were replaced by hushed whispers and nervous glances over the shoulder to make sure no one was following behind, and any stare longer than deemed necessary was grounds for speculating that someone was the mysterious killer.
Walks around the castle were no longer unrestricted, with teachers forced to accompany students after classes and to the dorms at the end of the day, always with their wands in hand, wondering if the next victim was someone they knew.
But the most suspicious and unnerving part was that the killer didn't usually use magic in his attacks, but seemed to enjoy stabbing his target multiple times. It didn't take long for the whisper that the sicario must be a muggle-born to spread, leading to even more hostility towards the group, but you just figured that the evildoer had finer points of cruelty than a quick spell could solve.
In any case, you kept a considerable distance from everyone since the attacks began to persist, carefully scrutinizing any interaction you had, even with the teachers, and that's why you didn't doubt that Professor Sprout could jump out of a bush with a knife in her hand at any second to gut you to death — maybe you were such a good student that she was afraid you'd steal her job one day, as if you'd want to lead such a boring subject, Defense Against the Dark Arts would be more useful, but it wasn't as if teachers needed the help of a maniac to get killed or fired.
Still, it was extremely suspicious that she had left you alone in the greenhouse to pick up some supplies for the Venomous Tentacula, you thought it was quite appropriate for a premonition if she was indeed the killer, but when she took much longer than necessary to return and night descended on the school grounds, you knew you had to get out of there as soon as possible and that was exactly what you were determined to do, taking long, quick strides, but trying not to attract attention until you reached the not-so-safe, but still better than the dark, bare grounds of Hogwarts.
You were close, everything was fine, nothing would happen, no one would dare lay a finger on you, not with your parents being who they were, they would kill the culprit before he could hurt you, were the not-so-comforting affirmations you repeated in your head with every step towards the castle, the sounds of your well-polished shoes echoed eerily in the stillness, and every distant rustle or flickering shadow only helped to intensify your paranoia.
The distant snap of a twig that you wouldn't have heard otherwise if it hadn't been for your heightened senses made you turn your head quickly towards the trees that were swaying their leaves quietly as if taunting you, but there was no one in the darkness, and you pulled your cloak tighter against your body, hurrying your steps even though it felt like you couldn't move.
The icy breeze seemed to whisper secrets that only it could understand, and when one like a soft, mocking laugh reached your ears, a shiver ran down your spine, your heart racing in your ribcage at the same time as your pupils dilated in a clear response from your sympathetic nervous system that was preparing you to flight or fight, but it was when you turned your gaze in the direction of the castle that your mouth went dry and your eyes glazed over, but it only took a few blinks to be sure that it wasn't a figment of your worst dreams.
Standing a few meters away from you was an image that would surely be conjured up as your own boggart if you were lucky enough to survive the night. The rest of its broad and tall body seemed to blend into the shrouding darkness that insisted on covering the field, but the white mask seemed to radiate sadism directed solely at you, its eyes, piercing the obsidian void, fixed on you with a disturbing intensity, it was a presence that exuded evil.
The world seemed to freeze in that sinister moment, the desolation of the uninhabited field amplifying the pure dread that coursed through your veins like an injectable drug that was pumped harder with every beat of your frantic heart. The much-dreaded encounter moved from the realm of speculation to horrifying reality, leaving you paralyzed in a nightmarish standoff with the embodiment of your darkest fears.
“Well, well, my dear,” a voice boomed in your mind, making you shudder from the sudden headache that afflicted you. “It seems we've finally met, I've been looking forward to this moment, haven't you? You look so deliciously terrified.”
Your breathing became ragged, a little from the pain of each word, but also from the implication that he was watching you, you would be his next victim, there was no escape, “Who... Who are you? What do you want?”
The questions that left your trembling lips were empty and trivial, even idiotic, it was quite likely that the other victims had asked the same thing before being brutally butchered, but they were the only things your mind could think of, trying to buy some time to collect your thoughts and think of a way to escape.
“Oh, you can call me Ghostface, my dear, you'll have enough time to learn to shout it when I'm having fun with you in a little while,” this time the voice didn't sound in your head, and you could sense that there was an amusement in its tone, the sick fuck was having fun with it. “As for what I want, it's quite simple. I want you, and I've already got it.”
The frightening figure began to take large strides towards you, your stomach churning at the image, he looked as if he was going to devour you alive, but as if a light bulb had switched on in your mind, your hands reached for the holster of your wand, pulling to point it at Ghostface who was getting closer and closer, you were even willing to use one of the Unforgivable Curses, surely Azkaban was better than being eviscerated to death, but before you could conjure up a spell, a loud and angry “Expelliarmus!” rang out, sending your wand away hard enough.
“You fucking bitch,” your attacker's voice rang out with a venomous rage, one that promised to take its hateful time to hack you to pieces, making every fiber of your being shake with fear, but before his large hands could grab your forearm, you turned in a desperate, frantic run for your life towards the looming forest at the far end of the field. The darkness of the forbidden area offered uncertain refuge, but it was your only chance against a ruthless torturer.
Your lungs burned as you ran through the desert terrain, your legs felt like they would give way at any second if it wasn't for the pure adrenaline coursing through your veins, and Ghostface's sinister laughter echoing behind you was the soundtrack that reminded you that you just couldn't stop even if tears clouded your vision.
You were so close to the undergrowth that preceded the forest, believing that even death by one of the strange creatures that lived there was better than the feeling of a blade in your stomach, but before you could venture into the trees, a vice-like grip slipped around your waist and a cry of despair tore from your throat, kicking the air as your body was manhandled to face Ghostface, the mask hanging over his face, but it was still possible to see his malevolent eyes gleaming with a perverse triumph.
“Shut the fuck up, you stupid whore,” he said angrily, using one of his hands to squeeze your cheek tightly, almost leaving a taste of blood when the soft flesh was pressed against your teeth, his other arm still holding your waist with an ease that showed you were exactly where he wanted you. “Haven't you ever watched horror movies? You never run into the woods.”
The tightness in your face slowly eased and you wanted to scream and spit in his face, but you were too scared to dare do anything that would hasten your demise, closing your eyes as tears began to fall like cascades from your eyes, the despair of the situation you were in beginning to sink in, your stomach churning as you felt like you might throw up at any minute, but your breath caught in your throat as you felt the icy blade against your cheek.
“You see, I was trying to be a nice guy to you, I got rid of that stupid professor so you wouldn't have to spend the rest of the afternoon digging pots of dirt, but you're so stupid that it took you almost an hour to realize she wasn't coming back,” he killed Professor Sprout. “Open your eyes!” He commanded, pushing the tip of the knife just enough against your flesh to leave a mark, but not hurt your pretty little face, not when he hadn't had enough fun yet, and you obeyed his command slowly, blinking a few times to keep the tears at bay, but they kept falling non-stop. “There you go, the fear in your eyes is so endearing. It's almost like a drug to me. I thrive on your terror, darling.”
There was an amusement in his voice, but also a softness that could make any other idiot relax, but not you, this behavior only served to show how you were dealing with a disturbed mind, one that could kill you at any second if you even dared to breathe wrong, it was a kind of psychological terror that you weren't sure he was aware of.
“Keep crying, darling, I like your tears,” he whispered as if in a trance, his eyes fixed on how red and swollen your eyes were, your face completely destroyed by your own despair and all of it caused by him. Oh, how he would have liked to remove the mask and lick away your tears, savoring every salty drop like an expensive wine, but he wouldn't end the fun so soon, he'd have time to do it later if you were a good enough girl to earn the privilege of surviving. “I've always dreamed of you crying and kicking while I arrange your guts before gutting you. I spent all day rehearsing in front of the mirror to say that to you, did you like it? I thought it was quite funny.”
You felt numb, taking a few seconds longer than necessary to grasp the words that left his lips as normally as if he had just said good morning — had you ever greeted him in the hallway? Was he a friend or a classmate? Was he an enemy or someone you had bullied in your school years? — but then desperate screams began to escape as you struggled in his arms, turning from side to side in an attempt to escape, but you were so much weaker than him.
“I told you to shut the fuck up, bitch,” he was clearly stressed with your bad behavior while he was genuinely trying to be a nice guy to you, he was trying to make things more comfortable, but you seemed to want to be treated like a whore so it would be. The grip on your waist tightened at the same time as he pressed the knife against your neck, no longer worrying if it would cut. “You'd better just open that filthy mouth of yours to beg for my cock or I'll kill every single one of your friends and make you drink their blood while I fuck you until you beg me to stop because you're so fucking sore, but I'll only stop when I’ve had enough of your pretty little cunt, do you understand it?”
You nodded affirmatively as he pressed the blade harder against your jugular, too afraid of his threats that sounded a lot more like promises, knowing that you had no chance against him other than giving in to his every depraved desire if you wanted to have the slightest chance of surviving. It was funny to him how your tough façade had crumbled so quickly, a little fear is always good for taming a slut.
“I asked you if you understood, you stupid whore,” his patience was wearing thin, you were lucky you had something he was interested in or your lifeless body would have been dumped to be found the next morning a long time ago.
“Y-yes,” you said in a crying voice, closing your eyes in the hope of waking up from that nightmare in the comfort and safety of your dorm.
But it wasn't your lucky day. The relief of having the dagger removed from your soft skin was quickly replaced by pain when he entwined his fingers in your hair and pulled your body hard to the ground, causing you to fall to your knees on the floor, the palms of your hands being used as a cushion, “You know what to do.”
You actually didn't know what to do. Your wide eyes shooting up to look at the man like a deer caught in the headlights, a sight that seemed to dissipate the impatience growing in his chest, but he couldn't be too soft with you or he'd send out the wrong message, “You're so pathetic. A little slut who doesn't know how to do anything, I bet if I look at your panties they're all wet from being manhandled, you're disgusting.”
Your thighs squeezed together, his words were having more of an effect on your body than you would have liked, but it wasn't your fault, or some sign that you were enjoying it, it was just a physiological arousal reaction caused by so much adrenaline in your system after being chased by a perverted maniac. It was a basic survival instinct.
The man lifted the black cloak he was wearing, revealing his school pants that were crumpled after the chase. It was a student, but you didn't have much time to run through the options of who the killer might be, there were hundreds of students anyway. Your attention went to how he quickly undid his buttons and fly, going down in a single pull to his knee to free his cock from his briefs as well, and you thought about running while he was at it, he'd probably fall before he got his pants up, but the knife in his hand was a constant reminder that he could kill you.
“If you want to stay alive, I suggest you stop testing my patience and start sucking,” he pointed the knife in your direction and you took a shallow breath, wiping your trembling hands on the checkered skirt of your uniform before bringing them to the boy's throbbing cock, it was hard, only confirming your theory that all the murders were some kind of perverted fun for him, probably he was some weirdo who didn't have a girlfriend to shag and this was the closest he'd ever come to sex, maybe he was some freak you'd rejected from getting into your knickers and that's why he was taking revenge.
In any case, you didn't had much time to think, your mind trying its best to dissociate itself from the traumatic situation you found yourself in. Your spit mixed with the pre-cum that soaked his member, giving some firm strokes that earned grunts of pleasure, and you opened your mouth just enough to get the head in, swirling your tongue around the slit, this time getting a better reaction, and one of his hands still held the sharp knife, but the other moved back to your hair to guide your movements and exert control over you.
“Don't test my fucking patience,” he grunted menacingly, tilting the knife just enough to catch your eye for a second and you knew better than to play with someone who could slice your neck.
So, despite your desire to shrink your head away in an attempt to preserve some dignity, you opened your jaw wider to slide his cock slowly into your hot mouth, savoring every second of the sensation that made him grunt, and it felt very much like a private paradise for him, “Fuck, that's it. I'm going to keep that pretty little mouth of yours very busy.”
His groan caught your attention, making you raise your puffy watery eyes to find the impersonal mask staring down at you, there was something truly sadistic about it, even knowing there was a human underneath it, it still seemed anything but, which made every slightest compliment, even those laced with degradation, a caress to your ego, but once again the thoughts were pushed out of your mind when he pushed down even further, making you gag and earning a dark chuckle.
“You better get used to it because my cock is the last thing that disgusting mouth of yours is going to feel,” his sentence was so impersonal, belittling your existence as if it meant nothing to him, and it really didn't.
He pulled almost all of his length out of your mouth before coming all the way back in, the tip hitting the back of your throat and making you choke and dig your nails into his thigh, desperately slapping in an attempt to get him to have mercy and let go just enough to get your breath back, but nothing happened, he just kept holding your head tightly against his pelvis, “You're going to stay right where you deserve to be, little bitch. I'll only let you go when you learn to breathe, get over it.”
The threat only made you more desperate, struggling against the firm grip he had on your head until the knife returned to your neck, but this time he moved the blade with enough determination to hurt if you dared to keep trying to break free, and your sense of self-preservation kicked in, you closed your eyes to try to control your breathing, still gagging from time to time until finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you controlled yourself.
“Was that so hard, you pathetic little thing?” He laughed as if the situation was funny, pulling his penis out again and you took a desperate deep breath, only then realizing that tears were flowing freely all over your face, drool dripping down your chin, and when he placed a hand on the back of your head, you leaned into his touch, finding some little comfort, but not for long. “Open up.”
There was no arguing, it was an order and you obeyed, making the boy smile with satisfaction under his mask, he was breaking you into his perfect little fuck doll. His hands went back to tangling in your hair, hurting your scalp as the abuse of your throat returned, this time more relentless, picking up pace with every little gagging sound as you tried only to focus on your breathing so as not to disappoint him yet again, so as not to be punished, but the sensation of your tight, wet, hot throat made him almost lose himself in the delicious sensation, the moans filling the oh-so-silent surroundings.
You were lost in your mind that didn't even register what time it was, or the possibility of someone finding and saving you, in fact, the whole situation was so humiliating that a part of you hoped that no one would ever see you like that, just silently wishing that he would use you however he wanted and then leave you free to return to the castle and send an owl to your parents begging to be transferred to Beauxbatons or Ilvermorny.
“Don't you dare touch yourself or I'll kill you,” was the stinging slap in the face that snapped you back to reality, taking a few seconds to register that while he was fucking your face, one of your hands had wandered down to your panties to touch yourself, how humiliating, quickly bringing them up behind your back, you'd pissed him off enough already.
His thrusts continued violent and swift as he found the perfect spot deep in your throat to aim for, moaning animalistically as his orgasm approached, and he didn't need much more than to look at your fucked face, the pretty popular girl letting herself be used as he pleased in the dark of the forest, how disappointed your parents would be, they might even disown you, but he didn't care, fuck your perfect life, you were made to be a cum dumpster and he would make sure of it, his load being pumped onto your tongue and down your throat.
“Swallow,” he commanded harshly when he finally caught his breath, taking his softening cock out of your abused mouth. “All of it.”
And so you did. Swallowing what felt like a reward for you, a proof that you had been good, that you deserved to live, opening again to show your tongue to the masked man who had finished buttoning his pants, and he crouched down to examine, but still looking so much taller and mightier than you, hooking your mouth with his thumb and giving a slight painful tug, the knife menacingly running its blade down the length of your neck, threatening to tear the skin at any second.
Your eyes quickly met his, and a wave of courage caused by extreme tiredness ran through your body, making your limbs act before you could think straight when one of your hands reached up to gently touch the frightening mask, almost as if it might bite you, but the boy made no mention of removing your touch and despite knowing that it was risky, that, logically, you would be a dead woman when you saw the killer's face, you lifted your mask, expecting to find menacing eyes and an evil smile, but what you saw was a small, infatuated smile so innocent that it contrasted with the earlier actions.
Theodore. Your boyfriend, who gently removed the knife from your neck to use the blade to pull a strand of hair back behind your ear, there was concern and tenderness behind his gaze, “Did you enjoy playing psycho killer and his helpless victim?”
“Almost as good as gutting those bitches,” you gave a mischievous smile that reached only your boyfriend's eyes, leaning into his touch for a sweet kiss. “But if I remember correctly, Mr. Ghostface, you promised you'd make me scream your name, I hope you'll keep it.”
Theo laughed at your words, “You're incorrigible,” there was a perverse humor, but it belonged only to the two of you, like a unique proof of love, some people liked cheesy declarations, you liked killing people, there's nothing wrong with that.
With a flick of his wand, he freed himself of his Ghostface outfit, picking you up in his strong arms, you looked wrecked enough to tell people back at the castle tearfully how Professor Sprout had been brutally murdered and you'd had to run for your life. Your head rested against Theo's chest, closing your tired eyes, he would take good care of you as soon as you were in his dorm, and you muttered tiredly, “When can I hunt you down too?”
“Whenever you want, pretty girl,” he left an affectionate kiss on the top of your head. How could he be so lucky to have you?
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Day 29: Coercion/Blackmail - Dark!Marauders
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Summary: They were waiting for the ideal chance to find you alone and the perfect opportunity arose when they saw you on the Marauder's map as you were sneaking around the Restricted section of the library.
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dubious content, mean!marauders, Slytertherin!Reader, manipulation, coercion, blackmail, threatening, scent smelling, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, restrained, panty sniffing, masturbation, nearly caught, dacryphilia
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“Well, well, well boys, look who we’ve got here”, James boasted, shuffling over to where Sirius and Remus sat on either end of the Gryffindor sofa, leaving enough space for him to squeeze in between. The Gryffindor Seeker sat with a smug grin on his handsome face as he displayed the Marauders map for both of his friends to see, pointing directly in the middle where your name hovered.
“Is she in the restricted section of the library?” Remus asked, leaning closer to James to make sure that what he was reading was true.
James looked between Remus and Sirius, still grinning so wide that his cheeks ached, “Yes, she is, Moony. Our slithery little friend seems to be sneaking around in naughty places that she shouldn’t be”.
Sirius sighed heavenly, his body melting back into the overused cushions of the maroon sofa. “Today really is my lucky day”, he admired, all the cruel intentions flashing through his mind with the opportunity presented to him. You were their favourite plaything and had been since the first year. Being in Slytherin, you were natural enemies with the Gryffindors, but as much grief as they gave you, you were always quick to give it back, so it was a constant repeat as to who could best the other.
Now, the opportunity was too perfect for them to pass up on. There you were, in the middle of the night, in the restriction section of the library with no one around, and oh, they were more than ready to confront you. James thought about bringing along his invisibility cloak, but as they were all grown, there wasn’t much space to squish them beneath, so it was easier to use the map to see if there was anyone on the route that they would bump into.
You cursed quietly under your breath; you hated the restricted section. It felt so eerie and dark. However, you were researching some unsanitary subjects that couldn’t be found in the books without chains wrapped around them. Lifting the lamp above your head, you continued to search for the relevant topic, keeping your breathing slow and shallow to listen for any signs that one of the Professors was on patrol nearby.
As you searched through the third row of books, you heard the shuffle of multiple footsteps. Your heart immediately jumped into your throat as you blew out the candle in your lamp and rushed deeper into the restricted section to hide in a dark corner.
“I’d stop running if I were you, little snake. We know you’re here”, Sirius taunted with a cheerful tone to show how delighted he was to be in this situation.
The tip of your wand, defiantly pointing towards them, was what they saw first of you as they held up their wands for light. “What the fuck are you three doing here?” you asked pointedly, rolling your eyes and relaxing the tension that had built since you’d heard the noise.
The three Marauders gathered around you, forming a semi-circle, boxing you into the bookshelf. Even though the four of you were always at loggerheads, you weren’t actually threatened by them. In fact, things between you were borderline between enemies with benefits. They were always upfront about their attraction to you and would frequently tease you because of it. So far, nothing had occurred other than fleeting kisses, but every time the four of you were alone together, the tension was palpable in the atmosphere. You enjoyed this cat-and-mouse game that had developed; even though they were beautiful men, you couldn’t think of anything worse than sleeping with Gryffindors, especially with the rising suspicion from the other Slytherins.
Lowering your wand and tucking it into the pocket of your robe, your eyes flicked between each of them and sharply asked, “How the fuck do you three always find me? Are you stalking me?”
The back of James’ fingers stroked across your cheekbone. A touch that you didn’t flinch away from but gently shoved his hand away as he reached your jaw. Shaking his messy black hair, James smirked, his hazel eyes devouring you in the darkness of his lamp resting on the bookshelf beside you.
Remus’ head condescendingly tilted to the left, “We were just worried for your wellbeing. The restricted section isn’t exactly a welcome place for students”.
It was your turn to develop a smirk as you looked over his body, remembering the event from last week. “You know better than most that I can look after myself, Lupin”. Last Tuesday, he’d accidentally stepped into the way of you practising a particularly brutal jinx during defence against the dark arts.
Remus’ eyelids lowered, so he looked at you through his eyelashes, “I didn’t properly thank you for that one, did I?” Even though he was being sarcastic, you didn’t miss the severe undertone to his baritone voice.
“Poor Moony here had to spend the night in the hospital wing. You’re lucky he’s still just as handsome as before”, Sirius mocks, reaching to grip his friend's face and shaking his head for emphasis until Remus shoves him away.
Once more, you’re rolling your eyes at their antics. “Well, maybe Lupin should watch where he’s walking next time I practise spells”.
James shifts closer as he stands to your left, his body casually leaning against the bookcase, “So hostile tonight, Princess. Do you need some way to get your anger out? I know the perfect way”.
Your eyes seemed to be in a constant state of rolling, finding James’ words more annoying than serious as he licked his bottom lip suggestively.
“Maybe I don’t like being interrupted when trying to do something important. So, why don’t you three run back to your little Gryffindor hiding hole?”.
James cocks his head to the side as he looks back at Sirius and Remus, who has stepped even closer, causing the apples of your cheeks to warm at the increasing temperature, even in the creepy section of the library.
“You know, Moony, I do recall you being head boy”, James casually remarks to Remus, who grins, the pink scars that were still healing down his cheeks stretching with the movement. Glancing down, he held up the shiny pin attached to his pristinely knotted tie, showing you the badge.
“You’d be correct about that, Prongs”.
Sirius now steps forward, mimicking James’ stands, but this time to your right, leaving Remus between them and directly in front of you. “I’d love to know Moony. What would the head boy say to a sneak snake wandering around the castle in the middle of the night and the restricted area no less?” Sirius asks with a fake, quizzical look on his handsome face as some of his long hair slips from behind his ear, causing a sinister shadow to hide part of his smirk.
“Well, Padfoot, I would say to that certain little snake that she was breaking a handful of school rules and deserves to have points taken away from her, a weekend of detentions and the head of Slytherin to be woken and informed”.
You scoff, looking between the three of them as your arms folded across your chest. “Ha ha. You’re hilarious, boys”, your voice is laced with sarcasm, “Your scare tactics won’t work with me”.
“Oh really?” Remus continued, stepping forward and raising his hands to rest on either side of your head, pressing into the chains surrounding the books as he dropped his head to be eye level with you. “The thing is, Love, I’m not joking. Why would I abuse my powers like that?” Glancing over his shoulder to Sirius, he asked, “How long do you think it would take you to get to Slughorn’s office? A couple of minutes?” he turned back towards you. “I’m sure he could get there before you do. Professor Slughorn will be very interested to hear why his favourite student is walking around the restricted section in the middle of the night, don’t you agree?”
Your stomach twisted with unease as your confident exterior began to crack. “Why the fuck would you three care where I am? It’s got nothing to do with any of you. I could just as well wake up Professor McGonagall and tell her you’re all out of bed”.
Remus purses his lips as he fakes contemplation, but it is Sirius who speaks next, joy evident in his voice, “Ah, you see, the thing is beautiful; there’s three of us and only one of you. All it would take is one of us to hold you here and another to go and wake our friend Sluggie. And oh, would you look at that? There’s still one of us spare to help hold you down”.
Your heartbeat begins to increase, causing palpitations beneath your ribs as your anxiety begins to take over. “You guys aren’t funny, you know. You’re wasting my time.” You attempted to keep the facade up that you weren’t bothered by their words, but you knew they weren’t messing around.
Remus suddenly grips your cheeks, causing you to startle and jolt at the rough hold he had, squishing your lips out and forcing your eyes to look only up at him. “We aren’t joking around. We think it’s about time the Slytherins stop getting away with everything, and what better example to use than their silver star? I’m sure you’d continue to be everyone’s favourite when I take away; hmm, would 50 house points be sufficient?”
Your heart felt like it would pound out of your chest as you stepped closer to him, now toe to toe, and the tips of your noses nearly brushed together as you tried to look as vicious as possible. “50?! What the fuck is your problem, Lupin?” As you spoke, your fingers reached into your robe to grab your wand, but James was quicker, muttering expelliamous and catching your wand with his nimble fingers.
James tutted, shoving your wand into his pocket within his robe, “You know, Moony, I think another 10 points for the bad language might be a good idea. Why don’t you do that, and Padfoot will go and wake up our favourite potions master?”
You were breathing at a dizzying pace as you looked away from Remus to watch with fear as Sirius began to strut away, his arms swinging leisurely. “Wait! Wait, please!” Sirius stopped walking, turning to look over his shoulder to show you the dazzling smile and quipped up his eyebrow as he waited for you to continue. “What- What do you guys want?” you couldn’t help the stutter, shoulders dropping in defeat as you slumped back against the uncomfortable bookcase.
The long-haired Marauder swaggered back over, delighting evidence on his face as he returned to leaning beside you. A single finger grazes beneath your chin, hooking onto the end and tilting your face towards James as he bragged, “You know what we want”.
Of course, you knew, it was all they ever asked with their perverted minds, always talking with their dicks and then their hearts. It had always been a joke because that was all you had taken it for, a hilarious, sleazy joke.
“That’s always been a joke, so quit playing around”, you say, but the fighting your voice has dimmed.
“Does it look like we’re joking?” James asks.
“So what is this? You’re all blackmailing me so that you can get your dicks wet? I’m sure there are plenty of other pathetic girls who would be more than happy to do what you’re asking”, you say with as much venom as you can muster, but there was no denying the core-clenching pulse that ran through your pussy.
“Oh honey, you know it’s not our dicks that we want to get wet, and there’s no other cunt we’d rather be licking than yours”, Sirius says, tilting his head up to talk in his sweet purr that had your thighs squeezing together in an attempt to relieve some tension that had increased tenfold in your clit. All three of the men in front of you noticed the movement and had to adjust their stances, seeming to be as tall and intimidating as possible, but that only made you more horny.
With all of the previous times that they had made sexual advances, they had not once mentioned their own pleasure. All they’d ever asked and begged to do was have a taste of your pussy.
‘Give us a taste’, ‘I bet you’re nice and sweet’, ‘I can get you gushing against my tongue, Princess’.
It was always comments like these that had you either jinxing them, rolling your eyes or simply walking away to the comfort of your bed, curtains closed so you could imagine the acts with your fingers between your legs. It was almost a daily occurrence that you masturbated to the thought of the three of them in your bed, and it would be easy just to give in and say yes to their requests. Still, you would never lower yourself to sleeping with a Gryffindor, let alone the three most arrogant and infamous students throughout Hogwarts.
However, now you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. You knew that if you said no, you could have the detention and deducted points, and they would happily walk you down to Slughorn's office. But, to be truthful, there was a small part of you that was becoming bored with the cat-and-mouse chase, that part being your cunt.
Sirius replaced the finger under your chin, turning you to look up at home, “So? What do you say? We don’t expect anything from you, but each of us gets a taste, and we’ll let you go on your merry way”.
You sigh through your nose, chewing on your bottom lip as you contemplate your answer, even though you know already what you are going to say. “I know I’m going to regret this”.
Sirius moves so close that you can see the different shades of grey in his eyes, “Trust me, Sweetheart, you aren’t going to regret this for a second. I can guarantee that”.
Your eyes flick between his and his dangerous lips, a movement that has him grinning and showing his perfectly pearly teeth, knowing your answer because you even say it.
“Fine. But I’m not touching any of you, and after, you have to promise that you’ll let me walk away without losing any points or waking up Slughorn”.
“Your wish is our command, ma’am” James dramatically bows to add to the performance.
Your sigh brushes over Sirius’ face as you move back to look at them individually. “So how do you want to do this? Shall we go to a classroom or something?”
Remus shakes his head, nodding towards your skirt, “Take off your underwear”.
Okay, so they were expecting to do it in the middle of the restricted section of the library. You were thankful for wearing a skirt to keep some of your modesty as you shimmied the material down your legs and stepped out of it. Before you could hide them in your pocket, Sirius was snatching them from your hands and stuffed them into his back pocket.
As your mouth snapped open to argue with him to give the underwear back, Remus was distracting you by dropping onto his knees. As he lifted the edge of your skirt, Sirius and James grabbed onto a leg each and lifted you to sit on the shelf of the bookcase, holding each limb up until your knees were as close to your chest as possible, spreading you open for Remus.
All you were able to do was hold onto the sturdy shelf above your head, fumbling with your words with how embarrassed you were to be completely exposed to them all as the positioning of your legs now pushed your skirt away.
Remus groaned hungrily, taking a deep sniff as he leaned in close. You gaped at him, internally cringing and embarrassed that he was actually smelling your arousal. Before you could tell him to stop, his hands were roughly parting your folds, presenting your dripping hole further for him as your hips bucked at the contact. It was filthy watching him stick his long tongue out and lick a long strip from your perineum up to your engorged clit.
His big green eyes never left yours, and you were captivated by looking away, crying out and needing more as it truly dawned on you that this was actually happening. Remus seemed to simultaneously be touching all parts of your cunt with his wet, wide tongue, digging into your clenching hole, slurping out the juices that were seeping out and then lewdly sucking on your bundle of nerves until you were whining from the overstimulation.
It was all Remus had ever wanted, and it seemed he was good at it, and for a second, you regretted all the time wasted having said no to them all. Your fingers dropped to hold onto his head, keeping him close and using it to try and buc your hips to ride his face, but with the men holding up your legs, it was difficult to move.
If he was spelling your name with his tongue against your clit, he was delving it as deep within your cunt as possible. The noises coming from both you and him were filthy, and it took an embarrassingly short amount of time before you were cuming, eyes closing and head tilting back as your walls clamped down around his tongue in quick bursts of euphoria. 
He didn’t stop stimulating you until you were slumping back against the books, and Sirius was quick to drop your leg and replace the positions with Remus, dropping to his knees in front of you as Remus stood, still licking his lips and holding onto your leg.
To their credit, they only used their mouths, and for a minute, you had contemplated begging for more, but your ego kept your lips sealed tightly. Sirius didn’t give you any time to try and catch your breath before he had his own taste, his mouth warmer than Remus’. With his tongue sticking out, he shook his head like he was trying to dig his way right into the centre of your core.
Your fingers were sliding through his silky hair, pulling on him to try and get him to slow down, but he liked the pain that came with the hair pulling, so it only pushed him on further. Sirius's hands rested on your hips, pulling your body onto the edge of the shelf so he could move his face harder against you. As he fucked your pussy with his tongue, he pushed the tip of his nose against your clit, sending scorching pleasure into your abdomen.
Just as you were on the very brink of an orgasm, Sirius’ mouth disappeared from you entirely so he could watch your body tremble and pulse with the need to cum but not be given the proper stimulation for it.
“Fucking hell Sirius, just let me cum already!” you hissed at him, losing some of the control over the situation.
Sirius doesn’t say a word, but he does laugh heartedly as his face attached to your mound once more, delving between your folds and licking until you were cumming with mind-spinning pleasure.
James didn’t even wait until your orgasm had subsided before he pulled back Sirius’ head and shoved him out of the way, dropping to his knees and beginning his feast. Sirius didn’t argue with him but stood to hold onto your leg, the lower half of his face gleaming with juices and pink from being rubbed against.
The glasses on James’ face were cold against your skin as the rim of them pressed into your mound. He gathered as much spit onto the tip of his tongue and let it drip over your pussy, spreading it around with his tongue until you were as sloppy as possible.  This only added more pleasure to do, feeling how wet everything was down there, the whisps of air cooling certain areas before he was back sucking and licking at it.
Just as you were getting into it and falling into the pleasure that was causing your body to jolt as you were becoming extremely overstimulated, a heavy thump sounded from the entrance to the library. A breath later, all of the lamps were extinguished by Remus’ wand, descending you all into darkness as you anticipated them all to stop. Except, they didn’t. James continued as if nothing had changed, but now his hand was covering your mouth to help keep your moans muffled.
You were beyond tense, hands shoving at any body part of the three men you could reach, trying to stop them from holding you in place. A faint light glowed from a few rows away, and to your horror, you realised just how close you were to being caught by one of the professors, being held down and eaten out by three men.
It was so overwhelming that a few tears escaped the corner of your eye as a quiet sob slipped from your chest. Remus pushed his body in closer, “Shhh Princess, it’s ok. Once you cum for prongs, this all stops”.
Thankfully, as he finished talking, the light began to disappear, and the Professor decided there was no use checking the restricted section as there was never anyone this far into the room. With the light gone, you could finally lose control, still crying as James sucked violently for as long as he could against your clit until you were bucking your hips and flooding his mouth with squirt as you came hard.
It took a long couple of seconds for your pussy to calm down from the orgasm, but even as your walls stopped contracting, they still continued to throb in time with your heartbeat. Your entire body was aching, especially your legs and chest from where you’d been crying. The lights of their lamps were illuminated once more to reveal James looking at a piece of parchment, announcing that the coast was clear. You didn’t have the energy to ask what he was holding as Remus and Sirius helped your feet back to the ground.
With your legs now together, you could feel just how swollen and puffy your clit and folds were from being poked and prodded by three mouths. Your knees also struggled to hold your weight as you clung to Remus, who helped you stay upright and find the energy to stand by yourself.
For once, there are no condescending or mean words coming from him as he gently cups the back of your head and strokes the space between your shoulders in calm circles as your sobs slow to a quiet hiccup.
Eventually, as the clock tower bell chimes to symbolise that it is 2 a.m., you are able to pull away from Remus, wiping the wetness from your face with the back of your robe and then straightening your skirt. Glancing over to Sirius, you held out a hand to him and a hand to James.
James gave you back your wand, but Sirius simply patted himself down and looked at you with a frown, “Hmm, seems I’ve lost your underwear. Sorry, Princess”.
You don’t have the energy to argue with him as you sigh, “You don’t tell a soul about what’s happened here.” You point your finger at each of them, but James responds.
“Wouldn’t dream of telling anyone. But I will be dreaming about you tonight when I’m touching my cock with your taste still in my mouth”.
Your face heats with embarrassment as your eyes trained on the floor, lifting your lamp and beginning to limp away, trying to hold as much dignity as possible. Still, it was difficult with how uncomfortable and sensitive you were feeling, depending on bookcases to lean on as you made your way out of the library and back towards the Slytherin common room.
As soon as you are out of sight, Sirius sighs, dropping hushed back against the bookcase you were just leaning on and unzips his pants, pulling your underwear that he hadn’t lost from out of his pocket and holding it up to his face. With his cock free, he has no shame as he touches himself vigorously and, in a matter of seconds, cums all over the floor.
Remus frowns, looking down at the thick globs decorating the floor, “Really, Padfoot? You couldn’t wait until we were back to the dormitory?”
“I’ve never had blue balls like that in my life. It was fucking hurting Moony, give me a break”.
Remus shifts his own cock in the restraint of his trousers as James says over his shoulder, “She's heading straight towards  Filch. Shouldn’t we go and stop her?”
Rems peers over his friend's shoulder, looking at the open Marauders map and watches as your name floats towards Filch. The tallest Marauder shrugs, “No, it’ll teach her a lesson about being out of bed after hours”. They all share a dark grin and begin to gather their stuff before walking out of the library.
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𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗘𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲:
summary: Tom comes back to see you asleep on top of his blankets. A/N: because I sleep like this, I had to be my delulu self and write about it.
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The dim light of the common room cast a warm glow on the tapestries and ornate furniture. Y/N lay peacefully on Tom Riddle's bed, her face buried in the softness of his pillows. Tom entered the room, his sharp features softened by the sight of her. He rolled his eyes when he saw her sprawled across the bed on her stomach, above the blankets.
"Doll," he sighed, crossing his arms, "you can't possibly be comfortable like that."
Y/N stirred, blinking her eyes open to see Tom standing there. She stretched, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "It's too hot in here," she mumbled.
Tom smirked, "It's your own fault for wearing a jumper in this weather." He approached the bed, bending down to press a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Y/N grinned and reached out to pull him closer. "Well, I was waiting for you, you know."
Tom arched an eyebrow, "Oh, were you now?" He teased, but there was a playful glint in his eyes. He slid under the covers and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. but Y/N begins to kick off the blankets still hot until he embraced her. "I was trying to put the blankets on us."
Y/N groaned playfully, clinging onto him tighter. "Too much effort."
He kissed the top of her head, "Lazy." But his tone was affectionate.
She grinned, her eyes fluttering closed. "Your cold skin is perfect, though."
Tom chuckled again, a low sound that reverberated through his chest. "Well, if you're comfortable, then I suppose my efforts were not in vain."
She nuzzled into his chest, sighing contentedly. "Mmm, much better."
Tom chuckled, feeling her warmth against his cool skin. "I can't let you freeze," he murmured, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her back. "Are you comfortable now sweetheart?."
Y/N nodded sleepily, her grip on him relaxing. Tom chuckled again, a low sound that reverberated through his chest. "then I suppose my efforts were not in vain" Tom continued to hold her close, the quiet of the room enveloping them. As she drifted back to sleep, a small smile lingered on her face, knowing that in Tom's arms, she was finally comfortable and safe.
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Gothic romance novels cover art by Harry Barton (1970s)
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Chrissie Hynde of The Pretenders, Debbie Harry of Blondie, Viv Albertine of The Slits, Poly Styrene of X-Ray Spex, Siouxsie Sioux of Siouxsie And The Banshees and Pauline Black of The Selecter in London, 1980.
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Silent Hill 2 (2001)
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My name, is Maria. I don’t look like a ghost do I?
creds to the incredible @knifecat111 💖
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