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Jonathan Crane — Sneak Peak

Warnings: non-con, dark, smut

Hiiii since I’m obsessed with cillian murphy once more, I have a fic in the works and I wanted to give you guys a sneak peak

“You’ve got a big fucking mouth, huh?” He hissed into my ear, his grip on my waist tightening. I struggled against his hold, my arms fighting to free myself.

He seemed to find my attempts to free myself amusing, for I could feel the ghost of a chuckle caress the back of my neck, goosebumps raising on my skin. Pressing me up against the wall, I kicked as my cheek pressed against the cool paint.

“Someone oughta shut you up, don’t you think?” His chest pressed harshly against my back, his body holding me in place against the wall as I cried out in fear.

“Get off me!” I screamed, fear lacing my words. His hands came to grip at my hips, his lips finding their way to the skin just below my ear. “Please—I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean-“

“Oh, but you did,” he taunted, feigning a tone of disapproval as his hands came to wrap around my legs and grab at the front of my thighs, a groan escaping him at the feeling of them. “You think you’re above me—the way you always question my work, my research, all of it.” His hands squeezed my thighs further, and I couldn’t contain the cry of pain that fell from my lips at the feeling. “Speaking to me as if you’re my god damn superior? As if I haven’t dedicated years of my life to my work?”

Suddenly, he pulled my hips back against him, and I stumbled against the wall, my ass brushing against his groin, and he groaned at the sensation, his hands palming my ass through my pants. “It’s about time someone put you in your god damn place, isn’t it honey?”

I sobbed against the wall, my hands reaching behind me in attempt to fight him off. Grabbing them, he roughly took them into his own hands, pulling them behind my back and holding them there. He moved his hips against mine. It was a slow movement, for he was taking his time, wanting me to feel everything.

“Don’t do this, please,” I pleaded, my breath hitching as he snapped his hips forward in s rough motion. I could feel the growing bulge in his pants against my ass, and my stomach churned with the knowledge with what was about to happen. “Please.”

He shushed me, taking both my hands into just one of his, his other hand moving down to undo the front of my pants. His cold fingers brushed against my skin, and I lurched at the feeling, sobs escaping me. “I said be quiet,” he warned lowly, his fingers finally undoing the button of my jeans. With skilled hands, he let his fingers slide down the front of my pants and into my underwear, his breathing heavy in my ear as his fingers began to work themselves against me.

At the sensation, my lips parted to release a moan, but it was cut off with another cry. Despite my pleas for him to stop, he fingered me relentlessly, his lips nipping at my ear.

A whimper escaped me as his fingers circled my clit, tears welling in my eyes as my hips jolted with every thrust of his finger. “Shhh,” he gently shushed me once more as he slipped a finger inside, his lips parting in concentration. A quiet moan fell from his lips as my ass accidentally brushed against his bulge once more, and he nuzzled against the crook of my neck. “You’re doing so good.”

He sped up his movement, slipping another finger inside of me as he continued to work at my aching clit. A knot began to form in the pit of my stomach, and as he slipped a third finger in, my head fell backward to lean against his shoulder, his chest feeling hot against my back. My body shook against his, his breathing got against my skin.

“Beg for it,” he demanded lowly, the feeling of his fingers stretching me out. I grunted at the feeling, my eyes falling shut. My cheek pressed against his chin and my head laid against his shoulder, and I found myself a mess.

“Please!”

#cillian smut #cillian murphy #jonathan crane #Jonathan crane x reader #Batman begins #scarecrow

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God he’s so fucking hot! The hair his face god just rail me already 🥴

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SEBASTIAN STAN in Paris after Loewe show

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OBSESSION - Steve Kemp, Part Two

Part two!! Welcome back guys :) Make sure to leave a vote/reblog/comment. It really helps!!

Five months into her best friend’s disappearance, (Y/N) meets someone new, and for the first time in months she feels as if she can finally breathe again. She never thought she’d become the newest obsession of a charming psychopathic cannibal.

- WARNING(S): NON-CON/DUB-CON, grief, drug abuse, kidnapping, Steve Kemp is a red flag himself, cannibalism, manipulation, blood

The car was silent, the heater the only source of noise between us. I fiddled awkwardly with the hem of my sweater, the purse in my lap. One of Steve’s hands held the wheel of his car, the other holding his half-finished cup of coffee, and he sipped at it, his eyes on the road.

From outside my window, I could see it had started to snow, and a thick white blanket began to slowly but surely coat the city's roads. It was pretty, but I shivered at the thought of walking to and from work in this weather.

I hated the cold.

“Thanks again for giving me a ride,” I broke the silence, eyes shifting to the man beside me. “I really appreciate it.”

He turned, grinning at me. “No trouble, (Y/N). The city can be dangerous, ‘specially for pretty girls like you.”

I blushed, turning away from the man to look back outside the window, hiding my face. He seemed to notice this and groaned. “I shouldn’t have said that, I was just meaning that— well, you’re pretty, and obviously it’s really late and—“ he shook his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “Jesus, I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

I smiled at his awkward nature, my teeth nipping at my inner cheek. It was cute, the way he got embarrassed. He seemed awkward, and part of me liked it. “It’s fine,” I assured quietly. “I just…I don’t know how to handle compliments.”

He glanced at me, eyebrows raised. “Really?”

I nodded. “I just don’t get very many, I suppose. They make me nervous.”

He hummed quietly, his brows furrowed as he stared ahead. “You—you don’t get any?” He sounded surprised, almost as if he were in disbelief, and I shrugged.

“I keep to myself,” I said simply, and his eyes flickered towards me briefly before quickly moving back to the road.

“I don’t see how,” he began, taking another sip of his coffee. “You’re definitely the cutest barista I’ve ever seen.”

I flushed red once more, an embarrassed laugh escaping me. “You’re just a charmer, aren’t you?”

He smirked, tilting slightly. “Guilty as charged.”

“Oh hey, you missed my turn, Steve,” I quickly pointed out just as we passed by the turnoff to my apartment.

Before getting into his car, he had told me he knew the city like the back of his hand, and I furrowed my brows, nipping at my bottom lip nervously.

“Oh, we did…” He replied, turning behind him to cast a quick glance to where we were supposed to have turned. “I know another way, don’t worry,” he said, turning to cast a charming smile.

I nodded slowly, my hands coming to grip my purse tightly. Part of me knew it was nerves. Afterall, I hadn’t been alone with a man since the summer of my senior year in college. The bundle of anxiety chewed the inside of my stomach.

What if Steve was a murderer? Was he going to take me and kill me? Was he going to kidnap me?

Suddenly, I remembered the paper on my medication bottle.

Paranoia was a side effect of my meds.

I took a deep breath, my eyes falling shut.

Steve isn’t going to kill me, I tried reasoning with myself. Steve seemed like a genuinely nice man. He was awkward and nervous and good looking. Creeps weren’t good looking.

Right?

I looked over at him, his handsome face concentrated on the road as he drove, his other hand gripping his coffee. He had mentioned he was a doctor, and that he had files to look over tonight. In the back, a stack of files sat, a thick yellow folder with a patient's name being all the proof that I needed to know he wasn’t lying.

Creeps weren’t doctors.

The silence in the car seemed to go on and on, and part of me yearned for him to break it.

Opening my mouth to speak, I quickly shut it when I realized I truly had nothing to say. Instead, I continued fiddling with my purse, every so often glancing over to the doctor beside me.

After a couple minutes, he seemed to catch up on this, and he turned to send me a quick look. “Do I have something on my face?”

I smiled, shaking my head with pink tinted cheeks.

“Just can’t get enough of me, can you,” he winked, a laugh leaving his lips.

“Dear god, just keep your eyes on the road, okay?” I giggled, rolling my eyes.

It was about another five minutes of driving before we turned onto a familiar street, and I breathed a small sigh of relief.

It had just been my paranoia.

See? Steve was a nice man.

“It’s this unit right here,” I smiled, and his car came to a stop outside the building, putting it into park.

Neither of us made a move.

Sitting in silence for a couple seconds, I picked up my purse, bringing it against my chest and hugging it, turning to face the man beside me.

He was already looking at me, his blue eyes soft and inviting. Even in the darkness of the car, they seemed to glow.

“Well, um,” I coughed awkwardly, brushing hair from my face. “Thanks for the ride.”

He smiled in response, nodding once, placing his coffee cup into his cup holder.

“Well, uh, I should…I’m just gonna go. Have a good night, Steve.” I smiled, my hand reaching to open the door.

When he said nothing, I hopped out, letting it shut behind me.

Snow fell around me, and suddenly, I longed to be back in Steve’s warm car. I shivered as I wrapped my jacket tighter around me, blinking away the snow from my lashes as I hurried up the sidewalk.

Just as my hand hovered over my building's door handle, a voice called from behind me, and I turned, squinting my eyes to see through the snow.

“Wait, (Y/N)!”

“Steve?” I called back, confused. “What-?”

Finally, Steve reached me, panting and drenched in snow. “I” he breathed heavily, “I’m gonna regret it so much if I don’t. Can I please have your number?” He held his phone out, lips parted as he scanned my shocked face. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again. I don’t wanna wait too long.”

Wiping snow from my frost-nipped face, I breathed a laugh, nodding my head quickly and taking his phone. My heart fluttered as I punched in my number, a handsome grin adoring his face. Handing back his phone, he took a glance at it before switching it off.

My breaths blew out in puffs of smoke, and I licked my chapped lips.

“I’ll text you,” he promised, watching as I pushed open the door of my apartment unit.

“You better,” I mumbled, flustered. “I’ll see you later, Steve.”

With a final smile, I let the door shut behind me, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I was once again greeted with the heater of the apartment lobby. Rushing upstairs and into my own apartment, I locked the door, a huge smile on my face.

I felt giddy, and I couldn’t stop myself from giggling at the thought of Steve. The way he had run into the snow after me, just to get my number.

I blushed at the thought.

Moving to my nightstand, I picked up my medication, quickly grabbing two from the bottle and shoving them into my mouth, swallowing them dry.

I quickly changed into my PJ’s, brushing my teeth and putting my tangled hair up.

Throwing myself onto the bed, I stared up at the roof, and soon, I found myself drifting to sleep, Steve on my mind.

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It was only a few days later that Steve and I had our first date. It had been his idea that we have a picnic under the night sky.

It was a cute idea that I loved, so I didn’t hesitate to say yes.

He had come to my place around eight that night, a bag full of groceries and an expensive bottle of wine. Together, we put together sandwiches and other types of food before getting into his car and making our way to a park nearby.

So, here we sat, a blanket the only barrier between our bodies and the damp grass beneath us. It was cold, but we were prepared. A thick blanket covered each of our bodies on top of jackets and mittens. The cold was strong, but so was our ambition for seeing the stars.

Already on my second glass of wine, I sipped carefully, watching as my breath turned to smoke. Though it was below thirty degrees that night, I could hardly feel it thanks to the blankets and jackets that surrounded me.

Steve sat beside me, his chin lifted as he looked up at the dark sky above us. His eyes gleamed, taking in the beauty of the stars. Slowly, I did the same, staring up into the abyss.

It was truly beautiful.

“Do you see that one there?” Steve asked, his finger lifting to point to a constellation.

I glimpsed where he was pointing, my gaze falling on a clump of stars. I nodded, humming as I took another sip.

“That one’s Leo. The stars take the shape of a lion.” His finger drifted over to another bundle of stars. “Then there’s the Ursa Major. Over there is Cassiopeia.” His hand moved over once more, finger pointed. “This one’s my favorite— the Orion.”

I licked my wine stained lips, the cold nipping at them as I looked towards Orion, amazement gleaming in my eyes.

“In Greek Mythology, Orion was a hunter, just about the fiercest hunter ever. Achilles is the most well known Greek warrior, but I’ve always thought Orion was the greatest.”

I turned to look at him, eyes drinking in the man before me. He stared up at the sky, and suddenly, his eyes flickered to meet my own. I blushed, quickly turning away and taking the last sip of my wine. I didn’t miss the way he smiled in adoration.

“Are you going to have another glass?” I asked, eyeing what was left of the wine.

“Mmhm. It’s all yours. One of us has to drive tonight,” he teased, picking up the bottle and pouring me the last of its contents. I giggled, the alcohol making me feel warm and less awkward.

I liked this version of me.

Bringing the glass back to my lips, he watched me closely as I took another sip, and I looked at him, almost choking on the liquid. “Don’t look at me like that,” I said, flustered. “It makes me feel nervous.”

“I make you feel nervous?” He pressed, a teasing smirk resting on his face. He took a grape from the bowl of fruit, popping it into his mouth.

I snorted at his cocky attitude. “Maybe…just a little bit.” I held my fingers up to show him the amount he made me nervous, and he raised his dark brows.

“Just a little?”

“Mmhmm,” I confirmed, snacking on a strawberry.

His gaze lingered on my face, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He hummed, eyes scanning each detail of my face before flickering them back up to the sky. Suddenly, his hand gently pushed my shoulder, his finger flying backup to point to something in the sky. “Quick, look! It’s a shooting star.”

I glanced upwards, and sure enough, a shooting star passed over our heads.

“Make a wish,” he urged, looking back down towards me.

Quickly, my eyes fell shut, and I tried to find something I truly wanted in life.

A face flashed before my eyes, and my heart fluttered at the familiar warm eyes that once lit up my life.

My wish was decided.

Finally opening my eyes, Steve was still looking at me, his features soft. I smiled gently, taking one last sip of wine from my cup.

He shifted himself on the blanket, leaning to lay down and stare up at the sky. I followed suit, hugging the blanket closer to me.

“Tell me about your family, (Y/N),” he said quietly, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked upwards, his gaze observing the stars above us.

I forced a tight-lipped smile. “I grew up in the foster care system, so, I don’t really know much about them, honestly.”

“Oh,” he mumbled quickly. “I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine,” I giggled. “I don’t really mind not having a family. Definitely saves me from the family drama.”

He pursed his lips and nodded. “You’re telling me.” He adjusted himself on the blanket once more, arms coming to rest behind his head. “What about your friends?”

I bit my inner cheek. “I don’t really have any,” I admitted.

He turned to look at me, brows knitted together. “Not even one?”

Silently, I shook my head, ignoring his eyes on me. He looked back up at the sky.

“I had one.”

I sucked in a breath, pausing.

I didn’t really talk about Lilith. I hadn’t spoken her name since the moment everyone began to accept that she was dead and gone; however, this time, something felt right about saying her name. It felt like it would be…okay to tell her story.

To tell Lilith’s story.

“She was the only person in my life, really,” I continued, my eyes never leaving the stars above me. They seemed to urge me to speak, calling for me to continue my story.

“She went missing in May. She had told me she was going to Manhattan for a doctor's appointment, but I knew she was lying. My birthday was that Friday, and we had been in Manhattan together a couple weeks before.” I sighed sadly at the memory of Lilith and I walking the streets, glancing into the windows and gazing at expensive gifts we longed to afford but knew we never would. “I had seen these beautiful necklaces—two of them with pink heart diamonds and gold chains. They were the most beautiful necklaces we had ever seen, and I had promised her that one day, they’d be ours.” A solemn laugh fell from my lips, and I could feel Steve’s gaze burning into my face.

I could feel tears welling in my eyes, but I blinked them away.

“She had spent the next coming weeks saving every cent of her paycheck. She had picked up so many shifts from her job that I had hardly seen her during the time between our shopping day and the day she left. I waited and waited for her to come back.” A tear slid from my glazed eyes, trailing down my face until it reached my lips, and I licked it away, a sad smile gracing my lips. “My birthday came and went. So did Fourth of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and next week, it’ll be Christmas.”

Steve was silent beside me, and I felt a warm hand caress my arm, his thumb massaging the area in comfort. Leaning up onto his arms, he leaned over me, his face contorted into a look of grief. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N)…I-I couldn’t even imagine-“ His hand reached up to wipe away a tear from my eye, eyes trailing up and down my face.

It was as if a boulder had been lifted from my chest, and I breathed a shaky sigh. It felt good to be comforted, to have someone to wipe away your tears. I had forgotten what it was like to have someone care, and now, as Steve’s hand brushed against my cheek, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning into his touch.

His lips turned up into a gentle smile, blue eyes glistening in the moonlight.

Lilith would want me to be happy. That was all she had ever wanted for me in life, so wouldn’t she want the same in death?

Death.

All these months, I had been fighting the idea that Lilith was dead, battling a war in my mind that so desperately ached to see her again. When you’re alone, it’s easy to hyperfixate on daydreams, to fill your head with delusions and convince yourself that things aren’t the way they truly are.

Lilith was gone. My best friend was dead, and no amount of sulking and isolating myself was going to change that. No amount of depriving myself with human connection was going to bring her back.

Staring into his blue eyes awoke something in me. Staring into his blue eyes made me realize what I was missing in life. It made me realize I couldn’t go back into the abyss. I could no longer stare up at my ceiling longing to sleep and never wake up. I could no longer find comfort in scalding hot water, or spending all my free time in bed.

I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t.

Staring up into his blue eyes, I did something that even surprised myself.

I leaned upwards, closing the gap between us, and pressed my lips against his.

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OBSESSION - Steve Kemp, Part Two

Part two!! Welcome back guys :) Make sure to leave a vote/reblog/comment. It really helps!!

Five months into her best friend’s disappearance, (Y/N) meets someone new, and for the first time in months she feels as if she can finally breathe again. She never thought she’d become the newest obsession of a charming psychopathic cannibal.

- WARNING(S): NON-CON/DUB-CON, grief, drug abuse, kidnapping, Steve Kemp is a red flag himself, cannibalism, manipulation, blood

The car was silent, the heater the only source of noise between us. I fiddled awkwardly with the hem of my sweater, the purse in my lap. One of Steve’s hands held the wheel of his car, the other holding his half-finished cup of coffee, and he sipped at it, his eyes on the road.

From outside my window, I could see it had started to snow, and a thick white blanket began to slowly but surely coat the city's roads. It was pretty, but I shivered at the thought of walking to and from work in this weather.

I hated the cold.

“Thanks again for giving me a ride,” I broke the silence, eyes shifting to the man beside me. “I really appreciate it.”

He turned, grinning at me. “No trouble, (Y/N). The city can be dangerous, ‘specially for pretty girls like you.”

I blushed, turning away from the man to look back outside the window, hiding my face. He seemed to notice this and groaned. “I shouldn’t have said that, I was just meaning that— well, you’re pretty, and obviously it’s really late and—“ he shook his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “Jesus, I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

I smiled at his awkward nature, my teeth nipping at my inner cheek. It was cute, the way he got embarrassed. He seemed awkward, and part of me liked it. “It’s fine,” I assured quietly. “I just…I don’t know how to handle compliments.”

He glanced at me, eyebrows raised. “Really?”

I nodded. “I just don’t get very many, I suppose. They make me nervous.”

He hummed quietly, his brows furrowed as he stared ahead. “You—you don’t get any?” He sounded surprised, almost as if he were in disbelief, and I shrugged.

“I keep to myself,” I said simply, and his eyes flickered towards me briefly before quickly moving back to the road.

“I don’t see how,” he began, taking another sip of his coffee. “You’re definitely the cutest barista I’ve ever seen.”

I flushed red once more, an embarrassed laugh escaping me. “You’re just a charmer, aren’t you?”

He smirked, tilting slightly. “Guilty as charged.”

“Oh hey, you missed my turn, Steve,” I quickly pointed out just as we passed by the turnoff to my apartment.

Before getting into his car, he had told me he knew the city like the back of his hand, and I furrowed my brows, nipping at my bottom lip nervously.

“Oh, we did…” He replied, turning behind him to cast a quick glance to where we were supposed to have turned. “I know another way, don’t worry,” he said, turning to cast a charming smile.

I nodded slowly, my hands coming to grip my purse tightly. Part of me knew it was nerves. Afterall, I hadn’t been alone with a man since the summer of my senior year in college. The bundle of anxiety chewed the inside of my stomach.

What if Steve was a murderer? Was he going to take me and kill me? Was he going to kidnap me?

Suddenly, I remembered the paper on my medication bottle.

Paranoia was a side effect of my meds.

I took a deep breath, my eyes falling shut.

Steve isn’t going to kill me, I tried reasoning with myself. Steve seemed like a genuinely nice man. He was awkward and nervous and good looking. Creeps weren’t good looking.

Right?

I looked over at him, his handsome face concentrated on the road as he drove, his other hand gripping his coffee. He had mentioned he was a doctor, and that he had files to look over tonight. In the back, a stack of files sat, a thick yellow folder with a patient's name being all the proof that I needed to know he wasn’t lying.

Creeps weren’t doctors.

The silence in the car seemed to go on and on, and part of me yearned for him to break it.

Opening my mouth to speak, I quickly shut it when I realized I truly had nothing to say. Instead, I continued fiddling with my purse, every so often glancing over to the doctor beside me.

After a couple minutes, he seemed to catch up on this, and he turned to send me a quick look. “Do I have something on my face?”

I smiled, shaking my head with pink tinted cheeks.

“Just can’t get enough of me, can you,” he winked, a laugh leaving his lips.

“Dear god, just keep your eyes on the road, okay?” I giggled, rolling my eyes.

It was about another five minutes of driving before we turned onto a familiar street, and I breathed a small sigh of relief.

It had just been my paranoia.

See? Steve was a nice man.

“It’s this unit right here,” I smiled, and his car came to a stop outside the building, putting it into park.

Neither of us made a move.

Sitting in silence for a couple seconds, I picked up my purse, bringing it against my chest and hugging it, turning to face the man beside me.

He was already looking at me, his blue eyes soft and inviting. Even in the darkness of the car, they seemed to glow.

“Well, um,” I coughed awkwardly, brushing hair from my face. “Thanks for the ride.”

He smiled in response, nodding once, placing his coffee cup into his cup holder.

“Well, uh, I should…I’m just gonna go. Have a good night, Steve.” I smiled, my hand reaching to open the door.

When he said nothing, I hopped out, letting it shut behind me.

Snow fell around me, and suddenly, I longed to be back in Steve’s warm car. I shivered as I wrapped my jacket tighter around me, blinking away the snow from my lashes as I hurried up the sidewalk.

Just as my hand hovered over my building's door handle, a voice called from behind me, and I turned, squinting my eyes to see through the snow.

“Wait, (Y/N)!”

“Steve?” I called back, confused. “What-?”

Finally, Steve reached me, panting and drenched in snow. “I” he breathed heavily, “I’m gonna regret it so much if I don’t. Can I please have your number?” He held his phone out, lips parted as he scanned my shocked face. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again. I don’t wanna wait too long.”

Wiping snow from my frost-nipped face, I breathed a laugh, nodding my head quickly and taking his phone. My heart fluttered as I punched in my number, a handsome grin adoring his face. Handing back his phone, he took a glance at it before switching it off.

My breaths blew out in puffs of smoke, and I licked my chapped lips.

“I’ll text you,” he promised, watching as I pushed open the door of my apartment unit.

“You better,” I mumbled, flustered. “I’ll see you later, Steve.”

With a final smile, I let the door shut behind me, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I was once again greeted with the heater of the apartment lobby. Rushing upstairs and into my own apartment, I locked the door, a huge smile on my face.

I felt giddy, and I couldn’t stop myself from giggling at the thought of Steve. The way he had run into the snow after me, just to get my number.

I blushed at the thought.

Moving to my nightstand, I picked up my medication, quickly grabbing two from the bottle and shoving them into my mouth, swallowing them dry.

I quickly changed into my PJ’s, brushing my teeth and putting my tangled hair up.

Throwing myself onto the bed, I stared up at the roof, and soon, I found myself drifting to sleep, Steve on my mind.

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It was only a few days later that Steve and I had our first date. It had been his idea that we have a picnic under the night sky.

It was a cute idea that I loved, so I didn’t hesitate to say yes.

He had come to my place around eight that night, a bag full of groceries and an expensive bottle of wine. Together, we put together sandwiches and other types of food before getting into his car and making our way to a park nearby.

So, here we sat, a blanket the only barrier between our bodies and the damp grass beneath us. It was cold, but we were prepared. A thick blanket covered each of our bodies on top of jackets and mittens. The cold was strong, but so was our ambition for seeing the stars.

Already on my second glass of wine, I sipped carefully, watching as my breath turned to smoke. Though it was below thirty degrees that night, I could hardly feel it thanks to the blankets and jackets that surrounded me.

Steve sat beside me, his chin lifted as he looked up at the dark sky above us. His eyes gleamed, taking in the beauty of the stars. Slowly, I did the same, staring up into the abyss.

It was truly beautiful.

“Do you see that one there?” Steve asked, his finger lifting to point to a constellation.

I glimpsed where he was pointing, my gaze falling on a clump of stars. I nodded, humming as I took another sip.

“That one’s Leo. The stars take the shape of a lion.” His finger drifted over to another bundle of stars. “Then there’s the Ursa Major. Over there is Cassiopeia.” His hand moved over once more, finger pointed. “This one’s my favorite— the Orion.”

I licked my wine stained lips, the cold nipping at them as I looked towards Orion, amazement gleaming in my eyes.

“In Greek Mythology, Orion was a hunter, just about the fiercest hunter ever. Achilles is the most well known Greek warrior, but I’ve always thought Orion was the greatest.”

I turned to look at him, eyes drinking in the man before me. He stared up at the sky, and suddenly, his eyes flickered to meet my own. I blushed, quickly turning away and taking the last sip of my wine. I didn’t miss the way he smiled in adoration.

“Are you going to have another glass?” I asked, eyeing what was left of the wine.

“Mmhm. It’s all yours. One of us has to drive tonight,” he teased, picking up the bottle and pouring me the last of its contents. I giggled, the alcohol making me feel warm and less awkward.

I liked this version of me.

Bringing the glass back to my lips, he watched me closely as I took another sip, and I looked at him, almost choking on the liquid. “Don’t look at me like that,” I said, flustered. “It makes me feel nervous.”

“I make you feel nervous?” He pressed, a teasing smirk resting on his face. He took a grape from the bowl of fruit, popping it into his mouth.

I snorted at his cocky attitude. “Maybe…just a little bit.” I held my fingers up to show him the amount he made me nervous, and he raised his dark brows.

“Just a little?”

“Mmhmm,” I confirmed, snacking on a strawberry.

His gaze lingered on my face, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He hummed, eyes scanning each detail of my face before flickering them back up to the sky. Suddenly, his hand gently pushed my shoulder, his finger flying backup to point to something in the sky. “Quick, look! It’s a shooting star.”

I glanced upwards, and sure enough, a shooting star passed over our heads.

“Make a wish,” he urged, looking back down towards me.

Quickly, my eyes fell shut, and I tried to find something I truly wanted in life.

A face flashed before my eyes, and my heart fluttered at the familiar warm eyes that once lit up my life.

My wish was decided.

Finally opening my eyes, Steve was still looking at me, his features soft. I smiled gently, taking one last sip of wine from my cup.

He shifted himself on the blanket, leaning to lay down and stare up at the sky. I followed suit, hugging the blanket closer to me.

“Tell me about your family, (Y/N),” he said quietly, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked upwards, his gaze observing the stars above us.

I forced a tight-lipped smile. “I grew up in the foster care system, so, I don’t really know much about them, honestly.”

“Oh,” he mumbled quickly. “I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine,” I giggled. “I don’t really mind not having a family. Definitely saves me from the family drama.”

He pursed his lips and nodded. “You’re telling me.” He adjusted himself on the blanket once more, arms coming to rest behind his head. “What about your friends?”

I bit my inner cheek. “I don’t really have any,” I admitted.

He turned to look at me, brows knitted together. “Not even one?”

Silently, I shook my head, ignoring his eyes on me. He looked back up at the sky.

“I had one.��

I sucked in a breath, pausing.

I didn’t really talk about Lilith. I hadn’t spoken her name since the moment everyone began to accept that she was dead and gone; however, this time, something felt right about saying her name. It felt like it would be…okay to tell her story.

To tell Lilith’s story.

“She was the only person in my life, really,” I continued, my eyes never leaving the stars above me. They seemed to urge me to speak, calling for me to continue my story.

“She went missing in May. She had told me she was going to Manhattan for a doctor's appointment, but I knew she was lying. My birthday was that Friday, and we had been in Manhattan together a couple weeks before.” I sighed sadly at the memory of Lilith and I walking the streets, glancing into the windows and gazing at expensive gifts we longed to afford but knew we never would. “I had seen these beautiful necklaces—two of them with pink heart diamonds and gold chains. They were the most beautiful necklaces we had ever seen, and I had promised her that one day, they’d be ours.” A solemn laugh fell from my lips, and I could feel Steve’s gaze burning into my face.

I could feel tears welling in my eyes, but I blinked them away.

“She had spent the next coming weeks saving every cent of her paycheck. She had picked up so many shifts from her job that I had hardly seen her during the time between our shopping day and the day she left. I waited and waited for her to come back.” A tear slid from my glazed eyes, trailing down my face until it reached my lips, and I licked it away, a sad smile gracing my lips. “My birthday came and went. So did Fourth of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and next week, it’ll be Christmas.”

Steve was silent beside me, and I felt a warm hand caress my arm, his thumb massaging the area in comfort. Leaning up onto his arms, he leaned over me, his face contorted into a look of grief. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N)…I-I couldn’t even imagine-“ His hand reached up to wipe away a tear from my eye, eyes trailing up and down my face.

It was as if a boulder had been lifted from my chest, and I breathed a shaky sigh. It felt good to be comforted, to have someone to wipe away your tears. I had forgotten what it was like to have someone care, and now, as Steve’s hand brushed against my cheek, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning into his touch.

His lips turned up into a gentle smile, blue eyes glistening in the moonlight.

Lilith would want me to be happy. That was all she had ever wanted for me in life, so wouldn’t she want the same in death?

Death.

All these months, I had been fighting the idea that Lilith was dead, battling a war in my mind that so desperately ached to see her again. When you’re alone, it’s easy to hyperfixate on daydreams, to fill your head with delusions and convince yourself that things aren’t the way they truly are.

Lilith was gone. My best friend was dead, and no amount of sulking and isolating myself was going to change that. No amount of depriving myself with human connection was going to bring her back.

Staring into his blue eyes awoke something in me. Staring into his blue eyes made me realize what I was missing in life. It made me realize I couldn’t go back into the abyss. I could no longer stare up at my ceiling longing to sleep and never wake up. I could no longer find comfort in scalding hot water, or spending all my free time in bed.

I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t.

Staring up into his blue eyes, I did something that even surprised myself.

I leaned upwards, closing the gap between us, and pressed my lips against his.

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[tearsfortheyouth]

OBSESSION - Steve Kemp, Part One

Oh lord help me, what did I get myself into. Here’s a multi-part Steve Kemp fic that’s been on my mind for a while.

Five months into her best friend’s disappearance, (Y/N) meets someone new, and for the first time in months she feels as if she can finally breathe again. She never thought she’d become the newest obsession of a charming psychopathic cannibal.

- WARNING(S): NON-CON/DUB-CON, grief, drug abuse, kidnapping, Steve Kemp is a red flag himself, cannibalism, manipulation, blood

I hurried down the busy sidewalk, my hand gripping a thin piece of fabric as I shoved through people. “Sorry!” I called behind me as I accidentally collided with someone’s shoulder, sending the man an apologetic smile.

The crispy morning air nipped at my nose, my cheeks a gentle red. My lips were chapped, the chilly autumn air kissing them harshly. Finally, I reached her destination, and I swung open the door, the bell chiming from above me.

The smell of coffee filled the air, and I inhaled, breathing heavily as I moved behind the counter, muttering an apology to my store manager.

The older woman studied me. “Thanks for deciding to grace us with your presence,” she dryly quipped, her eyes flicking back down towards the milk she was currently steaming.

“I’m sorry, Mallory,” I breathed, tying my long hair into a messy ponytail. “I slept past my alarm.” Quickly, I wrapped my black apron around my waist, tying it into a neat bow behind my back.

Mallory hummed, unamused, before calling out the name of the customer, placing the finished beverage onto the handoff counter. She turned to face me, a thin eyebrow raised. “This is the fourth time this month, (Y/N). You can’t keep doing this. You were scheduled almost an hour ago.”

I winced slightly, my lip tucked between my teeth. “I’m supposed to get my medicine tomorrow. I swear it won't happen again.”

Mallory nodded as I got to work with another order, placing a croissant into the oven. From behind me, I could feel her gaze burning a hole into the back of my head. I ignored her, my gaze focused on the pastry in the oven.

“Have the nightmares gotten any better?” She asked carefully, a sympathetic smile tugging at her lips.

I remained silent, bagging up the croissant and calling out the name. “It doesn’t matter, Mallory,” I quickly brushed off, sending her a quick warning glance.

Mallory was silent, a sigh escaping her. “Okay.” She wiped off the counter with a washcloth, cleaning the spilt coffee from the rush earlier. “Well, I’ll be in the back getting some stuff done. Call me if you need me.”

I nodded quickly, sending her a small smile. She disappeared through the door, and I let out a shaky sigh.

Sleeping at night wasn’t the easiest. Since the day she had disappeared, the nightmares hadn’t ceased. The day she disappeared, the color seemed to drain from my world. It had been five months — five long months. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat. Hell, I couldn’t even close her eyes without seeing her youthful face, her eyes filled with the rarest kind of joy. Happiness like that didn’t exist anymore, not in anyone. But Lilith wasn’t just anyone. She was my sister, my best friend, my savior. She was everything to me.

I didn’t want to believe she was gone and never coming back. I didn’t want to accept a life without her light. A life without her was a life of loneliness, a life of misery and suffering that she wanted no part of.

After the first month of Lilith being missing, it seemed as if the city forgot about her. She was just another woman in a city of millions. Hundreds of people go missing every year, and Lilith was no exception. It seemed as if those who knew me were walking on eggshells, afraid to bring it up.

It was as if she no longer existed.

Lilith Marie had been forgotten. No family, no friends, she was an outsider.

She was an outsider — she was like me.

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Four hours into my shift, the coffee shop had begun to settle down as customers began to hurry to their jobs. It had been a minute since someone had ordered. To not seem like I was standing around, I carefully wiped at the counter, the washcloth damp against my skin.

My black shirt had since been stained with powder from the pastries, caramel drizzle and coffee stains painting my pants in patterns.

Knowing the slow pace of the shop was only temporary, I set the rag down with a sigh, beginning to stock the fridges with milks and other ingredients I would need to make it through another rush.

Just as I was placing a new almond milk jug into the fridge, the bell rang, signaling that a customer had walked in.

I turned, bumping the fridge door shut with my hip before making my way to the counter, my eyes on the small tablet to take orders. “Hi,” I greeted monotonously, forcing a smile on my tired face. “What can I get started for you?”

Glancing up, blue eyes met my own. A man stood tall on the other side of the counter, a charming smile tugging at his pink lips. “Good morning,” he smiled, a hand coming to rub at his chin.

He was a good looking man—a shockingly handsome man, even. His eyes seemed to glance right through me, dark hair adorning his face. He was older, maybe a good six or seven years older than myself, but it didn’t take away from his attractiveness. In fact, being older seemed to suit him.

I found myself staring for too long, and I blushed slightly, my eyes falling back down to the iPad in my hand.

“Wait a minute,” he began, leaning forward slightly as he gazed at me carefully. “Do I know you?”

My brows furrowed, and I looked back up at him. Did I know him? He didn’t seem familiar, though it wasn’t like I spoke to anyone anyways.

Slowly, I shook my head, my lips parting. “Um, I don’t think so?” I stated, confusion laced in my voice. “I don’t recognize you.”

His eyes examined me a bit further now, his dark brows knitted closely together as he thought. Finally, he seemed to come to a conclusion, and his eyes lit up slightly. “You ran into me this morning.”

I blushed further, the memory of accidentally shoulder-checking someone replaying in my head. Dear god, I thought to myself, embarrassment filling me.

“I am so sorry, I was late to work and was kind of in a hurry,” I quickly defended myself, trying to save myself from further embarrassment.

He chuckled at my words, his hand held out in a surrendering manner. “Don’t worry,” he replied, a smile on his handsome face. “Been there done that many times before.”

A sigh of relief escaped me, and I let out an awkward laugh, a hand coming to brush a flour-coated strand of hair away from my face.

“Besides, I can’t complain about a pretty barista literally KO-ing me on the streets. I’m livin’ the dream,” he joked, and I could feel my cheeks growing hot.

Male attention was slightly foreign to me. I had been an awkward kid all my childhood, and I didn’t start getting male attention until I had graduated college. It felt…strange to be flirted with.

“I really am sorry about that,” I said quickly, a nervous laugh falling from my lips. I didn’t know what to say other than apologize.

I felt warm under his gaze, and I wiped my palms on my apron once more.

He waved my words off. “Don’t worry about it. As I said, livin’ the dream.” He smiled. “I’ll take a large black coffee.”

Quickly, I punched in his order. “Did you want any cream or sugar in there?”

“No thanks. The bitter taste wakes me up,” he explained, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

I hummed at his reply, telling him the price and taking his card. Quietly, I asked for his name, to which he told me “Steve.”

Steve.

“It’ll be out in just a second,” I told him simply, and he held a thumbs up, sending me a smile as he took a seat at one of the tables.

Steve seemed nice.

I was quick to make his coffee, careful to not splash the hot liquid onto my skin as I poured it into a cup. Setting it onto the handoff counter, I called his name. Quickly, he came to the counter, striding towards his coffee and picking it up.

“Thank you…” he trailed off, his brows knitted together.

“(Y/N),” I told him, smiling softly at the man.

He said my name quietly, as if seeing how the name felt on his tongue. “(Y/N)…” he smiled, nodding his head. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

And just like that, he was gone.

I stared at his retreating figure, feeling somewhat confused and embarrassed. He strode from my eyesight outside, disappearing down the block.

“Hmm..” I hummed, brows furrowed.

“Who was that?’ Mallory’s voice sounded from behind me, and I jumped slightly at the sudden noise. Turning towards her, I rolled my eyes.

“No one. Can I take my lunch break now?”

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It was late when I returned home to my apartment. The night had settled in, blackening the streets and casting an eerie glow into my small apartment.

Closing the door behind me, I locked it, a tired sigh escaping me.

My apartment was small, but it was enough. I had made it into a cozy home, and it was certainly mine.

Setting my keys onto the table, I took out my ponytail, letting my long hair fall to my waist.

Though I was exhausted, I knew I wouldn’t get much sleep tonight.

It was the same thing every night: turn on the lights, feed the cat, lay in bed, and stare up at the ceiling.

Sighing, I went into my bathroom, silent as I began to run a bath. As I waited for the water to fill the bath, I undressed myself, rinsing my face with the cold water of the sink.

Looking into the mirror, I frowned slightly, my pink lips pouted. Slowly, I forced herself to smile, watching as my lips turned upwards.

I cringed.

My smile no longer reached my eyes. It was as if my eyes had lost all life, like a fog had clouded them. My smile dropped, and I bit my cheek in disappointment.

I missed being happy. I longed to feel something again, and yet no matter how hard I tried, nothing worked. It was like an empty void had taken hold of me and everyday, it felt as if I were falling further and further into the ocean of depression.

Running a hand through my hair, I moved it so it was out of my face before stepping away from the counter.

Turning the hot water off, I silently climbed in, skin burning from the heat. The burning soon melted away, being replaced with instant warmth that flooded through my bones. It was like a warm blanket had engulfed me, comforting me.

Ever since the disappearance, I had found comfort in the nightly baths.

Opening my eyes to stare at the ceiling, I let my head rest on the rim of the tub, a breath escaping my lips.

When my bath was over, I dressed myself, my cat meowing loudly as she begged me to feed her. I leaned over, smiling softly and giving her a pet. “Are you hungry, my love?”

She stared up at me and meowed, and I giggled, giving her some kitty food before returning back to my room. It was almost midnight now, and I yawned, throwing myself tiredly onto the bed in the middle of my room.

A few minutes later, as my cat curled up on my pillow beside my head, my blinking began to slow, and finally, I drifted into a light sleep.

Unfortunately, the nightmares were quick to follow.

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A week came and went, and then another, and another, and soon, autumn turned into winter.

The medication achieved its goal of helping me sleep, and it kept the nightmares at bay. Since the day I had picked them up, I hadn’t dreamt. Soon, it became easier to close my eyes without seeing her face.

Lilith no longer haunted my body, mind and soul. Though she had left a scar, a clear indication that she had been there, it was getting easier to breathe.

Lilith would always be with me, for my heart was filled with her and her alone. But for the first time in months, my heart had become my own once more.

I was working an evening shift at the coffee shop today, sweeping up the floors and ridding it of the coffee grounds that seemed to plague it. It had been a partially slow day, and Mallory had gone home early to be with her children for the holidays. Christmas was a week from today, and though the streets of New York were bustling with last minute shoppers, the coffee shop I worked at had been the exception.

Dumping the dustpan into the trash, I heaved an annoyed sigh. The trash was filled to the brim.

Taking advantage of the completely empty coffee shop, I decided to take it out, tying the plastic into a knot and lifting it from the bin. Making my way outside, the chilly air licked at my skin, goosebumps rising as I strode to the dumpster a couple yards away. It was dark outside, and it was almost time to close up the coffee shop.

The trash was heavy, and I was just barely able to hold it up to my hips. My breathing blew up into puffs of smoke, the gravel beneath my feet crunching as I hurried to the dumpster.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” A voice called from behind me, and I jumped, a scream escaping my chapped lips.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my eyes wide as they met a pair of icy blue ones.

The man before me was the very same one who stood in the coffee shop weeks ago, the same man who I had bumped into on the streets that morning — and yet, for the life of me, I couldn’t remember his name.

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled, catching up to me. Seeing I was struggling to carry the trash bag, he quickly reached out to help me. “Here, I got it.”

Before I could protest, he had grabbed the bag from me, his strong arms easily lifting it up. I blinked, muttering a quiet thank you, feeling slightly guilty for not remembering his name.

“What…what are you doing here?” I asked him, walking with him towards the dumpster.

He turned to cast me a charming smile, his white teeth flashing. “I wanted a coffee, but I noticed the store was empty. Had to make sure you weren’t killed by some psychopath,” he grinned.

I nodded quietly, my brows furrowing.

How had he known I was working…?

“Yeah, well, I’m all good,” I awkwardly replied, breathing into my hands to warm them up as the man threw the heavy bag into the trash.

“Come on, let's get inside. My god, you’re shaking.” Quickly, he shrugged off his jacket, placing it over my shaking frame, and I cringed uncomfortably.

“Oh, um, thank you,” I muttered, looking to the floor beneath our feet as we hurried back into the store.

He smiled in return, moving in front of me to open the door, waiting for me to go inside first. The bell chimed from above us, the cafe still empty. The people on the streets had retreated, given that it was now fairly late at night. Glancing at the clock, I breathed a sigh of relief.

10:30pm — closing time.

Suddenly remembering the warm fabric draped over my shoulders, I was quick to shrug it off, smiling awkwardly as I handed it to him, my cheeks a light shade of pink. “Want your coffee now?” I asked him, turning behind us and flipping the opened sign around, signaling to those that we were now closed.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, sure. It’s going to be a long night so I could use the caffeine.”

I hummed in response, moving around him and making my way behind the counter, grabbing a coffee cup. “Trying to pull an all-nighter?” I asked, my brows raising as I poured him his cup of coffee. The air felt stuffy, my head foggy.

The medication was starting to wear off, and my mind, soul, and body craved the warmth the meds would bring.

I blinked harshly, trying to stay grounded.

From behind me, I heard him breathe a tired sigh. “Pretty much, yeah. I have some files I need to go over before tomorrow morning.”

Passing him his coffee, I gave him a questioning look.

He noticed this, and we quickly explained. “I’m a surgeon and I have a client tomorrow who pretty much bought a new face.”

“Hmm… sounds about right.” This city was full of many who had opted for plastic surgery, so it didn’t exactly come as a shock. When he began to tug out his wallet, I shook my head. “You’re covered tonight.”

He smiled in appreciation, bringing the coffee to his lips, a hm escaping him. Licking his lips, he nodded. “I swear, you have the best coffee in town, (Y/N).”

My face heated, and I wiped my palms on my stained jeans. “Well, technically, Mallory has the best coffee in town,” I corrected him, and he rolled his eyes. “Y’know, since she’s the store manager and she’s the one who supplies.”

“Yeah, but I like when you make me my coffee.”

I scoffed, bending down into a cabinet and grabbing a trash bag, moving to replace the one I had just taken out.

Though I wasn’t facing him, I could feel his gaze burning a hole into my head, his eyes watching me carefully. I ignored the feeling, bringing a hand up to wipe my forehead as I resumed sweeping the floor.

“Well,” he finally began, taking a step backwards towards the door. “I should probably….” He pointed back towards the door, and I fought a smile at his awkwardness.

“Yeah,” I said, an amused smile tugging at my lips.

“Yeah,” he breathed, his voice low. It sounded somewhat disappointed, and he ran a hand through his messy hair. “Well, good night, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight…..?” My cheeks flushed as he quirked an eyebrow.

“Wow, you totally don’t remember my name.” He placed a hand over his heart, his face contorting into a feigned look of hurt.

I grimaced. “Not, no, I do remember it…Alex?”

He cringed, his lips pursed as he shook his head.

“Uh, Ben?”

“Wrong, again.”

“Okay, okay wait.”

He paused, his hand resting on the door handle behind him.

“Stephen.”

He groaned, his hand rubbing his face dramatically.

I paused for a moment, my eyes scanning him.

“Steve,” I finally decided, and he started clapping.

“The one, the only,” he grinned, taking another sip of his coffee.

Finally, I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek.

He really did have such a plain name.

He stared at me for a minute in silence, and I continued my sweeping, picking up the trash in the lobby.

“Can I drive you home tonight?” He asked, his voice soft. He seemed slightly embarrassed, and he reached to scratch the back of his head, a sheepish grin adorning his face.

Looking up, I glanced at him, and he could immediately tell I was slightly put off.

“I mean, I noticed there were no cars outside, and I remembered when you were running through the streets, so I just realized you didn’t have a car,” he rambled. “It’s freezing outside and I just want to be sure you make it home safe, Y’know?”

“Please don’t think I’m a creep,” he finished, his voice pleading.

I was silent for a moment, trying to get a grasp on a decision.

I could say no, tell him I wasn’t at all interested and continue living the life I had been living for the last couple of months. I could continue to grasp at the memory of my best friend. My best friend, who no matter how much I yearned to come back, would most likely never return home to me.

Or, I could say yes. Perhaps this one drive home blossoms into another ride home, into Steve coming in to visit me. Maybe, it even turns into dating. He was a good looking man who seemed genuinely interested in me. Maybe, I could heal from my past and finally find happiness again.

I could truly start living my life again.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as I decided.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

[tearsfortheyouth]

OBSESSION - Steve Kemp, Part One

Oh lord help me, what did I get myself into. Here’s a multi-part Steve Kemp fic that’s been on my mind for a while.

Five months into her best friend’s disappearance, (Y/N) meets someone new, and for the first time in months she feels as if she can finally breathe again. She never thought she’d become the newest obsession of a charming psychopathic cannibal.

- WARNING(S): NON-CON/DUB-CON, grief, drug abuse, kidnapping, Steve Kemp is a red flag himself, cannibalism, manipulation, blood

I hurried down the busy sidewalk, my hand gripping a thin piece of fabric as I shoved through people. “Sorry!” I called behind me as I accidentally collided with someone’s shoulder, sending the man an apologetic smile.

The crispy morning air nipped at my nose, my cheeks a gentle red. My lips were chapped, the chilly autumn air kissing them harshly. Finally, I reached her destination, and I swung open the door, the bell chiming from above me.

The smell of coffee filled the air, and I inhaled, breathing heavily as I moved behind the counter, muttering an apology to my store manager.

The older woman studied me. “Thanks for deciding to grace us with your presence,” she dryly quipped, her eyes flicking back down towards the milk she was currently steaming.

“I’m sorry, Mallory,” I breathed, tying my long hair into a messy ponytail. “I slept past my alarm.” Quickly, I wrapped my black apron around my waist, tying it into a neat bow behind my back.

Mallory hummed, unamused, before calling out the name of the customer, placing the finished beverage onto the handoff counter. She turned to face me, a thin eyebrow raised. “This is the fourth time this month, (Y/N). You can’t keep doing this. You were scheduled almost an hour ago.”

I winced slightly, my lip tucked between my teeth. “I’m supposed to get my medicine tomorrow. I swear it won't happen again.”

Mallory nodded as I got to work with another order, placing a croissant into the oven. From behind me, I could feel her gaze burning a hole into the back of my head. I ignored her, my gaze focused on the pastry in the oven.

“Have the nightmares gotten any better?” She asked carefully, a sympathetic smile tugging at her lips.

I remained silent, bagging up the croissant and calling out the name. “It doesn’t matter, Mallory,” I quickly brushed off, sending her a quick warning glance.

Mallory was silent, a sigh escaping her. “Okay.” She wiped off the counter with a washcloth, cleaning the spilt coffee from the rush earlier. “Well, I’ll be in the back getting some stuff done. Call me if you need me.”

I nodded quickly, sending her a small smile. She disappeared through the door, and I let out a shaky sigh.

Sleeping at night wasn’t the easiest. Since the day she had disappeared, the nightmares hadn’t ceased. The day she disappeared, the color seemed to drain from my world. It had been five months — five long months. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat. Hell, I couldn’t even close her eyes without seeing her youthful face, her eyes filled with the rarest kind of joy. Happiness like that didn’t exist anymore, not in anyone. But Lilith wasn’t just anyone. She was my sister, my best friend, my savior. She was everything to me.

I didn’t want to believe she was gone and never coming back. I didn’t want to accept a life without her light. A life without her was a life of loneliness, a life of misery and suffering that she wanted no part of.

After the first month of Lilith being missing, it seemed as if the city forgot about her. She was just another woman in a city of millions. Hundreds of people go missing every year, and Lilith was no exception. It seemed as if those who knew me were walking on eggshells, afraid to bring it up.

It was as if she no longer existed.

Lilith Marie had been forgotten. No family, no friends, she was an outsider.

She was an outsider — she was like me.

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Four hours into my shift, the coffee shop had begun to settle down as customers began to hurry to their jobs. It had been a minute since someone had ordered. To not seem like I was standing around, I carefully wiped at the counter, the washcloth damp against my skin.

My black shirt had since been stained with powder from the pastries, caramel drizzle and coffee stains painting my pants in patterns.

Knowing the slow pace of the shop was only temporary, I set the rag down with a sigh, beginning to stock the fridges with milks and other ingredients I would need to make it through another rush.

Just as I was placing a new almond milk jug into the fridge, the bell rang, signaling that a customer had walked in.

I turned, bumping the fridge door shut with my hip before making my way to the counter, my eyes on the small tablet to take orders. “Hi,” I greeted monotonously, forcing a smile on my tired face. “What can I get started for you?”

Glancing up, blue eyes met my own. A man stood tall on the other side of the counter, a charming smile tugging at his pink lips. “Good morning,” he smiled, a hand coming to rub at his chin.

He was a good looking man—a shockingly handsome man, even. His eyes seemed to glance right through me, dark hair adorning his face. He was older, maybe a good six or seven years older than myself, but it didn’t take away from his attractiveness. In fact, being older seemed to suit him.

I found myself staring for too long, and I blushed slightly, my eyes falling back down to the iPad in my hand.

“Wait a minute,” he began, leaning forward slightly as he gazed at me carefully. “Do I know you?”

My brows furrowed, and I looked back up at him. Did I know him? He didn’t seem familiar, though it wasn’t like I spoke to anyone anyways.

Slowly, I shook my head, my lips parting. “Um, I don’t think so?” I stated, confusion laced in my voice. “I don’t recognize you.”

His eyes examined me a bit further now, his dark brows knitted closely together as he thought. Finally, he seemed to come to a conclusion, and his eyes lit up slightly. “You ran into me this morning.”

I blushed further, the memory of accidentally shoulder-checking someone replaying in my head. Dear god, I thought to myself, embarrassment filling me.

“I am so sorry, I was late to work and was kind of in a hurry,” I quickly defended myself, trying to save myself from further embarrassment.

He chuckled at my words, his hand held out in a surrendering manner. “Don’t worry,” he replied, a smile on his handsome face. “Been there done that many times before.”

A sigh of relief escaped me, and I let out an awkward laugh, a hand coming to brush a flour-coated strand of hair away from my face.

“Besides, I can’t complain about a pretty barista literally KO-ing me on the streets. I’m livin’ the dream,” he joked, and I could feel my cheeks growing hot.

Male attention was slightly foreign to me. I had been an awkward kid all my childhood, and I didn’t start getting male attention until I had graduated college. It felt…strange to be flirted with.

“I really am sorry about that,” I said quickly, a nervous laugh falling from my lips. I didn’t know what to say other than apologize.

I felt warm under his gaze, and I wiped my palms on my apron once more.

He waved my words off. “Don’t worry about it. As I said, livin’ the dream.” He smiled. “I’ll take a large black coffee.”

Quickly, I punched in his order. “Did you want any cream or sugar in there?”

“No thanks. The bitter taste wakes me up,” he explained, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

I hummed at his reply, telling him the price and taking his card. Quietly, I asked for his name, to which he told me “Steve.”

Steve.

“It’ll be out in just a second,” I told him simply, and he held a thumbs up, sending me a smile as he took a seat at one of the tables.

Steve seemed nice.

I was quick to make his coffee, careful to not splash the hot liquid onto my skin as I poured it into a cup. Setting it onto the handoff counter, I called his name. Quickly, he came to the counter, striding towards his coffee and picking it up.

“Thank you…” he trailed off, his brows knitted together.

“(Y/N),” I told him, smiling softly at the man.

He said my name quietly, as if seeing how the name felt on his tongue. “(Y/N)…” he smiled, nodding his head. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

And just like that, he was gone.

I stared at his retreating figure, feeling somewhat confused and embarrassed. He strode from my eyesight outside, disappearing down the block.

“Hmm..” I hummed, brows furrowed.

“Who was that?’ Mallory’s voice sounded from behind me, and I jumped slightly at the sudden noise. Turning towards her, I rolled my eyes.

“No one. Can I take my lunch break now?”

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It was late when I returned home to my apartment. The night had settled in, blackening the streets and casting an eerie glow into my small apartment.

Closing the door behind me, I locked it, a tired sigh escaping me.

My apartment was small, but it was enough. I had made it into a cozy home, and it was certainly mine.

Setting my keys onto the table, I took out my ponytail, letting my long hair fall to my waist.

Though I was exhausted, I knew I wouldn’t get much sleep tonight.

It was the same thing every night: turn on the lights, feed the cat, lay in bed, and stare up at the ceiling.

Sighing, I went into my bathroom, silent as I began to run a bath. As I waited for the water to fill the bath, I undressed myself, rinsing my face with the cold water of the sink.

Looking into the mirror, I frowned slightly, my pink lips pouted. Slowly, I forced herself to smile, watching as my lips turned upwards.

I cringed.

My smile no longer reached my eyes. It was as if my eyes had lost all life, like a fog had clouded them. My smile dropped, and I bit my cheek in disappointment.

I missed being happy. I longed to feel something again, and yet no matter how hard I tried, nothing worked. It was like an empty void had taken hold of me and everyday, it felt as if I were falling further and further into the ocean of depression.

Running a hand through my hair, I moved it so it was out of my face before stepping away from the counter.

Turning the hot water off, I silently climbed in, skin burning from the heat. The burning soon melted away, being replaced with instant warmth that flooded through my bones. It was like a warm blanket had engulfed me, comforting me.

Ever since the disappearance, I had found comfort in the nightly baths.

Opening my eyes to stare at the ceiling, I let my head rest on the rim of the tub, a breath escaping my lips.

When my bath was over, I dressed myself, my cat meowing loudly as she begged me to feed her. I leaned over, smiling softly and giving her a pet. “Are you hungry, my love?”

She stared up at me and meowed, and I giggled, giving her some kitty food before returning back to my room. It was almost midnight now, and I yawned, throwing myself tiredly onto the bed in the middle of my room.

A few minutes later, as my cat curled up on my pillow beside my head, my blinking began to slow, and finally, I drifted into a light sleep.

Unfortunately, the nightmares were quick to follow.

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A week came and went, and then another, and another, and soon, autumn turned into winter.

The medication achieved its goal of helping me sleep, and it kept the nightmares at bay. Since the day I had picked them up, I hadn’t dreamt. Soon, it became easier to close my eyes without seeing her face.

Lilith no longer haunted my body, mind and soul. Though she had left a scar, a clear indication that she had been there, it was getting easier to breathe.

Lilith would always be with me, for my heart was filled with her and her alone. But for the first time in months, my heart had become my own once more.

I was working an evening shift at the coffee shop today, sweeping up the floors and ridding it of the coffee grounds that seemed to plague it. It had been a partially slow day, and Mallory had gone home early to be with her children for the holidays. Christmas was a week from today, and though the streets of New York were bustling with last minute shoppers, the coffee shop I worked at had been the exception.

Dumping the dustpan into the trash, I heaved an annoyed sigh. The trash was filled to the brim.

Taking advantage of the completely empty coffee shop, I decided to take it out, tying the plastic into a knot and lifting it from the bin. Making my way outside, the chilly air licked at my skin, goosebumps rising as I strode to the dumpster a couple yards away. It was dark outside, and it was almost time to close up the coffee shop.

The trash was heavy, and I was just barely able to hold it up to my hips. My breathing blew up into puffs of smoke, the gravel beneath my feet crunching as I hurried to the dumpster.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” A voice called from behind me, and I jumped, a scream escaping my chapped lips.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my eyes wide as they met a pair of icy blue ones.

The man before me was the very same one who stood in the coffee shop weeks ago, the same man who I had bumped into on the streets that morning — and yet, for the life of me, I couldn’t remember his name.

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled, catching up to me. Seeing I was struggling to carry the trash bag, he quickly reached out to help me. “Here, I got it.”

Before I could protest, he had grabbed the bag from me, his strong arms easily lifting it up. I blinked, muttering a quiet thank you, feeling slightly guilty for not remembering his name.

“What…what are you doing here?” I asked him, walking with him towards the dumpster.

He turned to cast me a charming smile, his white teeth flashing. “I wanted a coffee, but I noticed the store was empty. Had to make sure you weren’t killed by some psychopath,” he grinned.

I nodded quietly, my brows furrowing.

How had he known I was working…?

“Yeah, well, I’m all good,” I awkwardly replied, breathing into my hands to warm them up as the man threw the heavy bag into the trash.

“Come on, let's get inside. My god, you’re shaking.” Quickly, he shrugged off his jacket, placing it over my shaking frame, and I cringed uncomfortably.

“Oh, um, thank you,” I muttered, looking to the floor beneath our feet as we hurried back into the store.

He smiled in return, moving in front of me to open the door, waiting for me to go inside first. The bell chimed from above us, the cafe still empty. The people on the streets had retreated, given that it was now fairly late at night. Glancing at the clock, I breathed a sigh of relief.

10:30pm — closing time.

Suddenly remembering the warm fabric draped over my shoulders, I was quick to shrug it off, smiling awkwardly as I handed it to him, my cheeks a light shade of pink. “Want your coffee now?” I asked him, turning behind us and flipping the opened sign around, signaling to those that we were now closed.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, sure. It’s going to be a long night so I could use the caffeine.”

I hummed in response, moving around him and making my way behind the counter, grabbing a coffee cup. “Trying to pull an all-nighter?” I asked, my brows raising as I poured him his cup of coffee. The air felt stuffy, my head foggy.

The medication was starting to wear off, and my mind, soul, and body craved the warmth the meds would bring.

I blinked harshly, trying to stay grounded.

From behind me, I heard him breathe a tired sigh. “Pretty much, yeah. I have some files I need to go over before tomorrow morning.”

Passing him his coffee, I gave him a questioning look.

He noticed this, and we quickly explained. “I’m a surgeon and I have a client tomorrow who pretty much bought a new face.”

“Hmm… sounds about right.” This city was full of many who had opted for plastic surgery, so it didn’t exactly come as a shock. When he began to tug out his wallet, I shook my head. “You’re covered tonight.”

He smiled in appreciation, bringing the coffee to his lips, a hm escaping him. Licking his lips, he nodded. “I swear, you have the best coffee in town, (Y/N).”

My face heated, and I wiped my palms on my stained jeans. “Well, technically, Mallory has the best coffee in town,” I corrected him, and he rolled his eyes. “Y’know, since she’s the store manager and she’s the one who supplies.”

“Yeah, but I like when you make me my coffee.”

I scoffed, bending down into a cabinet and grabbing a trash bag, moving to replace the one I had just taken out.

Though I wasn’t facing him, I could feel his gaze burning a hole into my head, his eyes watching me carefully. I ignored the feeling, bringing a hand up to wipe my forehead as I resumed sweeping the floor.

“Well,” he finally began, taking a step backwards towards the door. “I should probably….” He pointed back towards the door, and I fought a smile at his awkwardness.

“Yeah,” I said, an amused smile tugging at my lips.

“Yeah,” he breathed, his voice low. It sounded somewhat disappointed, and he ran a hand through his messy hair. “Well, good night, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight…..?” My cheeks flushed as he quirked an eyebrow.

“Wow, you totally don’t remember my name.” He placed a hand over his heart, his face contorting into a feigned look of hurt.

I grimaced. “Not, no, I do remember it…Alex?”

He cringed, his lips pursed as he shook his head.

“Uh, Ben?”

“Wrong, again.”

“Okay, okay wait.”

He paused, his hand resting on the door handle behind him.

“Stephen.”

He groaned, his hand rubbing his face dramatically.

I paused for a moment, my eyes scanning him.

“Steve,” I finally decided, and he started clapping.

“The one, the only,” he grinned, taking another sip of his coffee.

Finally, I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek.

He really did have such a plain name.

He stared at me for a minute in silence, and I continued my sweeping, picking up the trash in the lobby.

“Can I drive you home tonight?” He asked, his voice soft. He seemed slightly embarrassed, and he reached to scratch the back of his head, a sheepish grin adorning his face.

Looking up, I glanced at him, and he could immediately tell I was slightly put off.

“I mean, I noticed there were no cars outside, and I remembered when you were running through the streets, so I just realized you didn’t have a car,” he rambled. “It’s freezing outside and I just want to be sure you make it home safe, Y’know?”

“Please don’t think I’m a creep,” he finished, his voice pleading.

I was silent for a moment, trying to get a grasp on a decision.

I could say no, tell him I wasn’t at all interested and continue living the life I had been living for the last couple of months. I could continue to grasp at the memory of my best friend. My best friend, who no matter how much I yearned to come back, would most likely never return home to me.

Or, I could say yes. Perhaps this one drive home blossoms into another ride home, into Steve coming in to visit me. Maybe, it even turns into dating. He was a good looking man who seemed genuinely interested in me. Maybe, I could heal from my past and finally find happiness again.

I could truly start living my life again.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as I decided.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

#Steve kemp #sebastian stan #dark!sebastian stan #Sebastian Stan x reader #dark!steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #fresh movie #dark! Sebastian Stan x reader #bucky barnes #marvel

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Masterlist !!!

Note: almost all my works explore dark themes that may trigger others. make sure to read the warnings :)

Dr. Strange

(Dark!) Part one , Part two , Part three

Bucky Barnes

(Fluff) Blanket

Steve Kemp

(Dark!) Night Chase

(Dark!) Obsession Part One , Part Two

Nick Goode

(Dark!) After Hours

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Steve Kemp fic coming soon‼️‼️‼️💯💯💯

#Steve kemp #Sebastian Stan x reader #dark!Steve kemp x reader #Steve kemp x reader #fresh Hulu #dark!sebastian Stan x reader #sebastian stan

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tbh shoutout to whoever pitched the idea for xmen first class and was like yeah bald dude in a wheelchair needs to be a SLUT and magnet guy needs to be a dramatic, stylish diva and they also need to have more chemistry than any other onscreen pairing in marvel ever and sexual tension that you could cut with a knife

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dark sirius black is my biggest guilty pleasure

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YALLLLLL L 😫😫😫

black out with Sirius (and/? 👀) or James

YOU MIGHT HATE ME FOR THIS MY LOVE but I misread this request and did a whole drabble convinced you said sirius and remus and not sirius and james 😭 please don’t be mad but it fits so well with those two! i promise to make it up to you with a james fic soon 🥲

𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒹𝓊𝑒 ⎹ 𝓡.𝓛. 𝔁 𝓢.𝓑.

fandom harry potter / the marauders masterlist

featuring corrupted!remus lupin x reader ( f ) x dark!sirius black

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors ( anyone under the age of eighteen ), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog. all characters are 18+, for obvious reasons hogwarts is closer to a university.

content warning all smut, non/dub con ( teeters on the line a bit ), suggested stalking and kidnapping, teensy bit of blood kink, pain kink, choking ( until the black out point ), unprotected sex, belly bulging, dash of breeding kink ( blink and you’ll miss it ), fear kink

summary convincing Remus to steal you away is just as much fun for Sirius as it is for Remus.

word count 990 / drabble

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

“What did I tell you, Moony? Just a little bit of restraint, and my guidance, you can have anything you want.” Sirius is giddy with excitement, holding your head in his lap, keeping it poised so that you’ve no choice but to watch Remus rut into you. his face is twisted in pleasure, both hands wrapped in fists around your elbows, pinning your arms against the floor. his entire weight is pressed into them, keeping himself leveled above you. your own hands clench into fists, helplessly. “Do you know just how long he’s wanted to have you like this? How long he’s settled for thinking of you while fucking his own fist? Too long. Poor thing, should’ve snatched you up the second you rejected him.” he hisses, and you sense an air of distaste about him. was he angry that you told Remus months ago that you weren’t interested? “Oh, well. Better late than never, I suppose. Besides, after tonight, you’ll never fix that pretty mouth to utter the word no again. Tell him, my dear,” Sirius croons against the shell of your ear. his hands cradle your cheeks, “tell him you’re his now.”

you wince; the way Sirius coos to you seems to have an affect on Remus, too, because he grunts under his breath and drives himself into you even harder. vision blurring, you glance down to your poor belly, which seemed too full to keep from bursting. violent waves ripple through your body with each intense thrust, pushing a bulge up from your lower belly in the shape of him. you stare at the sordid display, almost amazed that your body could take this much abuse, and you whimper. there’s a hideous set of bloody gashes along your abdomen, and a matching set on one thigh, but neither were deep enough to require any serious medical attention, just sting and bleed. “I—I’m yours!”

Sirius lets out a breathy chuckle, grinning in content up at his fellow Gryffindor, who moans at the admission, dipping his head down to seal his mouth over one of your breasts, suckling furiously until your back arches off the floor. he teases your nipple, pulling with his teeth, and you cry out, weak. “Remus! Please, you’re— you’re hurting… me…”

Remus groans against your skin, leaving a wildfire of sloppy kisses over your sore breast, snorting hot air against the marks where his teeth have sunk in deep enough to break the flesh. he’s a starved beast, one who can’t stop. “I know,” he breathes out, ragged, “I have… I have to…”

“Shh, Shh..” Sirius shushes you, one fist coiling around your neck like a wicked serpent. he holds it tight, and your shoulders work, squirming in hopes to free your dead arms and fight to pry him from your throat, but both boys were so much stronger than you. “You should be grateful, anyways, thank him for using your body like this, look at him,” he presses kisses to your temple as his grip seals your windpipe closed. croaking, trying to bring air into your lungs, you peek up at Remus, who is grinding his teeth as he decimates you from above, brows knit together. “Look at how good you’re making him feel, listen to him moan for you. That’s plenty, isn’t it? Plenty to be grateful for?”

“I—“ you wheeze, eyelids fluttering, “I can’t take it… hurts too— much…”

“Aw, such a fragile little thing you are.” but Sirius only squeezes harder, until you’re jerking underneath Remus, gasping for air that couldn’t be drawn in. “Remus is being gentle with you, just wait until it’s my turn. I’ll make you beg for him to fuck you like this again.” you were starting to feel warm, and you could no longer see straight; instead, you see three clones of Remus fucking you, your head swimming.

“Fuck,” Remus howls, eyes rolling behind his lids as his head hangs forward, tawny tendrils an unruly mess draped in your face, “Padfoot, keep— keep doing tha—that, keep choking her… she’s so tight right now!” maybe you’re on the cusp of losing consciousness, and that’s what intensifies every violent thrust, or maybe Remus truly is possessed by lust, because you could swear he’s fucking a hole through you. you want to scream, you want to beg him to go easier on you, but both options are long lost with your breathing privileges, so you gag and choke and convulse against him. “Please, oh fuck, please…”

“Keep milking him until your body gives out. Just like that. Show him how bad you want to be full of his cum, and maybe he’ll be kind enough to swell your little belly.” all too happy to oblige, Sirius clamps down on your throat until your neck starts to feel bruised, and your vision darkens. it was as if someone was dimming the lights, each time you blinked, the room got darker. “I think she needs a little nap,” Sirius chuckles wickedly, kissing the crown of your head even as you try to shake your head in protest. “Look at how sleepy you’re getting, love. You can hardly keep those glazed eyes open anymore.”

and Remus was howling, kissing at your open lips, the side of your mouth, and moaning your name like a needy prayer. “I’ll give it all to you, my love, all of it— I’ll make you take everything—“

“I—‘m— a—fraid—“ would Sirius strangle you to death? it certainly seemed as though he wasn’t willing to let up until you had slipped away.

“Good, fear makes your cunt sweeter.” you could hardly fight any longer, your muscles all feeling much too heavy to control, your eyes rolling back. the immense cocktail of pleasure and pain fading. but you can hear Sirius, in his velvety baritone. “Go ahead and give in to sleep, sweetheart, we’ll wake you up in a few minutes. When it’s my turn.”

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𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 ⎹ 𝓢.𝓑.

fandom harry potter / the marauders masterlist coming soon

featuring death eater!sirius black x muggle born!reader ( f! )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning this is a soft!dark fic. death mention, dubcon, loss of virginity

summary he saved your life, so now you belong to him

word count 3k / one shot

attention not proofread, may contain mistakes. this fic took literal years off my life. do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

love you to death writing event

you had been waiting, standing in this unfamiliar bedroom for what seemed like an eternity in clothes that felt strange on your body. so long that you’d looked it over the interior several times. the crackling of the fireplace had all but driven you to a point of madness, and you tried, instead, to focus on the muffled voices outside of the door. you recognized their tones, the pitches. at least three, two older— a man and woman, and one younger male. your eyes fall to your hands; your wrists no longer bound, but you can still feel the enchanted rope cutting into your flesh, leaving horrid tears in it.

they had been there tonight— all three of them. as you were presented a sacrifice. you and your parents. you could still hear the sound of them dying, but you were thankful that, at the very least, you had been blindfolded when it happened. it was the younger man that had spoken up just before what had to be your last, living moments.

“I’d like to have her.” he’d said, voice as smooth as velvet. “Beauty like hers going to waste would be a bit of a shame, would it not?”

and then, you must’ve been taken here. when your blindfold was removed, you simply remember seeing the cranky house elf who’d taken it mumble something about mudbloods, before he skulked away, closing the heavy door behind him.

and that was it, until now.

your attention is pulled back into the present when that door whines as it’s opened once more. stepping inside, a tall brunette with dark eyes that zero in on you the moment they are able. you can only imagine this is the young man who staked claim to you. Sirius. you remember them calling him Sirius. he closes the door behind him, working the lock until it clicks into place, but his stare never leaves you. you can all but feel it burning through you, and you shift on your bare feet, hugging your own arms as the smallest line of defense.

he smiles, and it’s a convincingly soft smile. “How are you feeling?” he asks, coming closer to you with feigned concern. you frown, wary, and take step back, but say nothing, looking him up at down. he’s clad, head to toe, in black. he’s much more dapper than you imagined him, this Sirius fellow. he doesn’t seem to mind your aversion to his approach, filling the space between the two of you with a few, long strides.

he towers over you, making you feel so much smaller than you’ve ever felt before. “You’ve had quite the night.” he murmurs, svelte tips of his fingers dancing along your hairline, taking a moment to tuck a lock behind your ear. you flinch when he touches you, and he sighs. “So, there’s little wonder you’re still so frightened. But, I’ll tell you a secret.” digits fall to your jaw, tracing it slow, until he can grab hold of your chin and angle it up towards him. “Do you want to hear it?”

your heart races, looking up into the countenance of what was sure to be some adonis, and not an evil mastermind. not the one who killed your parents, or brought you to that awful place to kill you. he looks on, tilting his own head, expectantly. finally, you nod. fearing your voice would be much too small and humiliating to answer him properly.

that’s when he leans closer, breathing warm air against your quivering couplet, black eyes locked on to yours. “They were going to kill you tonight. They might’ve tortured you first,” his gaze falls to the white gown you wore, his free hand running along the waist of it, fingering the lace, “they certainly didn’t have you dressed in something as lovely as I have now, did they? Just an hour ago, you wore that pitiful dress— it fit you like a potato sack, and it was filthy. you stood there, in front of us, shivering and pathetic. like a lamb to the slaughter.” a low chuckle leaves his curled tiers, and he runs his thumb along your lower lip as he speaks, but you don’t dare move— just stand there and stare, silent. stunned. “I saved you. I could’ve let you die, and I probably should’ve, but I didn’t. It’s because of me that you’re still alive, my dear.” his eyes have made their way back up to your face, and now linger on your lips as he rubs them, “If I wanted to see you hurt, you wouldn’t be standing here right now. Remember that.”

you had to admit, although it wasn’t the gentlest way of telling you that you were safe, you felt a brief wave of relief wash over you. “Am I supposed to believe that this mercy comes from nothing more than the kindness of your heart?” you whisper— your voice is much too shaky to trust, “Or, does your protection, your pretty words, and all these fancy clothes come… at a price?”

Sirius seems impressed by the inquiry, as if he’d been expecting you to not say anything at all. “Doesn’t everything cost something?” he counters, amused, “Your price is a simple one, my dear. You were meant to lose your life, but I saved it. It belongs to me now. Every part of you, from your head to the very tip of your toes, to the air you breathe. It is all mine.” both of his hands now find your waist, and hold on to it as he urges you back by stepping forward, guiding you towards the bed. “Do you understand?”

as much as you wanted it to be untrue, you did understand what he meant. so, you nod, stumbling back as he walks with you.

“Good. Now, kiss me.”

kiss him? you frown deep and uncertain. however, you were in no position to deny him. pushing yourself on to your tip toes, you place your hands on his chest and grip the fabric there, as if to propel yourself high enough to reach his lips with your own. you press yours, sealed tightly, to his, and after but a fraction of a second, his breaks into a taunting grin.

“Kiss me like you love me.” he orders, amused, slurring his words against your mouth.

“I—I don’t know how. I—” metaphorically tripping over your own, muffled words, you close your eyes, sheepish. “I don’t— love you—“

“You’ll learn to love me,” he assures with a peck to your lips. “Eventually. Convince me with a kiss, for the time being.”

you would try once more, because you had no other choice, and you press your lips to his again.

“Oh dear,” he murmurs after another moment, both hands running back up to cradle your face and hold it there as he pulled away for a moment to look into your eyes, “you kiss just like a virgin.” fire blazes against your cheeks, searing your skin in humiliation, and you quickly avert your gaze— mortified. had it been that bad? Sirius catches on quick, quirking a brow, “Was I your first kiss? Just now?” you want to sink into yourself and disappear. but Sirius seems giddy at the fact, squeezing your face tighter. “Mm, don’t be embarrassed. I can teach you. Like this, love.” his mouth collides with yours, lips fitting against your seam and then pulling it apart, forcing your mouth open instead. the little sound conjured by your surprise is taking into his mouth and swallowed. your palms press into the expanse of his chest, but you can’t find the strength to push him away, especially when his tongue worms its way into your mouth and wraps around yours. you almost didn’t want it to stop. this was never how you imagined your first kiss, certainly, but you couldn’t help but allow yourself to get lost in it.

after a few, breathless moments, he pulls back from you. you hadn’t even noticed that you chased his lips with your own, eyes closed, as if on the instinct to kiss him again alone, but he did. he chuckles, fondly. “We’ll have plenty of time to work on that soon. In the meantime, I’m much more interested in the other ways you’re inexperienced. Open your eyes, dear.” and when you do, his own seem to bewitch you, making it impossible to look away as he holds your hips applying enough pressure to convince you to stumble back and fall on your butt on the mattress. he isn’t far behind, grinning ear to ear. “I would bet that a good girl like you, one who’s never even kissed a boy before, has never seen a man’s cock, either.” his grin only seems to intensify when you offer a quiet no, and he urges you to lie back, devious hands slipping underneath the lacy skirt, palms pressing against your thighs as they inch upwards. “Never felt one, hard and thick, filling your innocent, little cunt with so much pressure that the fullness alone drives you mad with lust?” his fingers curl around your panties, and just as your own hands flee to them, in hopes to keep them on, he’s tearing them off, pulling them down your legs, holding one by the ankle to keep you from floundering, and disposing of the shredded fabric over his shoulder.

“S—Sirius—“ his name felt bizarre on your tongue, and he was quick to remedy the mistake of addressing him so casually by pulling your leg by the ankle so you slide down flat on the mattress.

and he’s on you in a moment, planting his hands for stability on the mattress on either side of your head, his knees forcing your legs apart so he may press his groin into the space provided and grind his clothed body into your now bare one, the dress bunching up around your hips. “My Lord.” he corrects.

“My Lord.” you murmur, obedient, and he flicks your lips with his tongue, nodding in approval.

“Much better.” he hums, slipping a hand between your bodies to cup your sex, slender digits gliding beneath your already sticky folds. you whimper, surprised, your body jolting under him, but he only chortles, and it’s husky and wanton. “Just a few pretty words and you soak yourself, love? You must be a virgin— only they are so easily toyed with.” there’s a faint rumbling in the depths of his throat as he feels you, as if that alone is enough to please him. abashed, there’s a part of you that wishes he would simply stop talking. you already wanted to curl up and hide from him until you were so small you were hardly anything at all, and every time he opens his mouth, he seems to deepen that sentiment. but then, there’s the other part of you. your nethers, that tremble every time he shames you. for all of the reasons that you shouldn’t, you want more. “Undress me, dear.” you find yourself doing as instructed almost immediately, shaking hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.

he certainly didn’t make it easy, though. his mouth latches itself on to your neck, sucking and biting the most sensitive portion he can find until you’re whining out loud for him, his fingers working your slit, teasing you. you’re able to, somehow, strip his torso of the shirt, fingertips dancing over lean, hard muscle pads. you can hear him, and feel him, breathing heavily in your ear— whispering words of encouragement. for you to keep going. the sound makes you dizzy, but your hands seem to know what to do even if your brain does not; undoing his trousers takes only a moment, before you’re pushing them down on to his thighs. thankfully, he does the rest, kicking them down his legs the rest of the way and off the bed. you’re granted a moment to catch your breath when he lets go of you; your hands fall to rest against your ribs when his own grab at his underwear, tugging them down. but your eyes are glued to him, to the manhood that springs free from the fabric. your teeth sink into your lower lip as you stare at it, taking in every detail: from the nest of dark hair at the base, to the veins that decorate him, to the broad tip.

Sirius catches you staring, and he tilts his head, palming it leisurely. “Look at you,” he purrs, wickedly. “There’s nothing in that pretty, little head anymore, is there? All you can think about is my cock, right?” ashamed but not too ashamed to admit that he was right, you nod. inhaling deep, Sirius shifts his weight on his knees, guiding himself between your hips. his free hand hitches your thigh on to his waist.

“How is that—“ you shudder, sheepish and anxiety ridden, you peer up at him, “I— I don’t think that it will fit…”

but Sirius only kisses your cheek with a guttural chortle. “So precious. I’m going to make it fit, silly.” lining himself up, he works his hips, slow, until he starts to push inside. the stretch is painful, and you mewl, both hands fleeing to push at his abdomen with a desperate shake of your head. Sirius is quick to scoop both of your wrists into one of his fists and pin your arms above your head, the other hand groping at your breast through the dress. “It’s okay, love,” he whispers, “almost there.” one, full rock of his hips once he’s inside and he’s buried to the hilt. you stare up at him, wide and teary eyed, with a pitiful whimper escaping your open mouth. from this angle, pinned beneath his weight with your hands locked in place above your head, you realized just how powerless you were. completely at his mercy. he adjusts his position again, pressing his torso to yours to reach your lips, and he leaves a sloppy, open mouthed kiss upon them. “Good girl. Take me, I know you can.”

“I—it’s too much,” you moan, “it hurts.”

“It will only hurt for a little while,” he assures you with a weakened smile, “come here.” he presses closer to you, the hand on your chest careening under your back to urge your back to arch, burying your face in his shoulder. “Bite here when the pressure is overwhelming you, it’ll help.” at first, you’re uncertain if you should, but the very moment he sets a steady pace, hips rocking into you, you latch on to him tight with your teeth, muffling soft cries in his skin. “So obedient and soft,” Sirius croons with a heavy puff, squeezing your wrists tight into the pillow. “You’re going to make a fine, little plaything once I’ve trained you properly.”

the pain, though nearly blinding at first, had begun to dissipate, making room for the new sensation that manifests in the form of butterflies in your belly— pleasure. unlike anything you’d ever imagined before. your walls flutter around the sheer girth that impales you, and Sirius grunts in approval, mumbling against your ear, “You’re so transparent, love, I’ve taken that cherished innocence from you and you’re already giving in to me completely, enjoying the way I feel inside you. You were—“ a moan erupts, interrupting his current monologue as he ruts deeper into your uncharted depths, “yes. You were made to take my cock, just like this, it comes so naturally to you…”

“M—My Lord,” you stammer, sucking on his shoulder. your teeth had sunken in so deep that you fear you may draw blood, but you couldn’t stop. there was too much pressure building in your belly to ignore. “I f—feel… full… Too full!”

“You’re going to cum, love. I can feel you.” he assures with a shower of kisses against your ear, “Go on, scream for your lord when you cum for me.” his voice is soft, in stark contrast to the way he’s taken to pounding into you, using his grip on your wrists to level his entire weight into; a merciless fucking that has you melting under him. your mouth seals itself on to his shoulder again, finding a fresh section of flesh to bite, but you wail against it when you come entirely undone.

“Good,” Sirius moans, but he doesn’t let up— forcing you to ride a fierce orgasm and beyond, “very fucking good!” it’s only when you close your eyes against your own blurred vision, body trembling as you cling to him, that you realize he hadn’t been far behind you, and was now sky high. panting against your ear, he takes the lobe into his mouth, thrusting until he simply can’t anymore, burying himself as deep as he can go to reach his release, as if it were hidden inside of you.

you collapse against the mattress, your breathing hard and your body shaking. though your vision is somewhat hazy, you stare at the hideous marks you’ve left on your captor— bruising and swollen bite marks litter the expanse of his shoulder. would he be angry? Sirius finally releases your wrists, which are sore by now, and pulls back. when he draws out from you, you writhe at the new and unpleasant sensation of the warmth oozing out after him, and you wince. you’re already sore and empty feeling. he takes a moment to pry your quivering leg from his waist, no doubt your knee had dug into him, but he smiles, lazily, and presses soft kisses to it before he lets go, and you bring your legs together, pulling your knees up to curl up as much as you could. you roll on to your side, hugging yourself, and he chuckles, breathlessly. “You’re quite bold, aren’t you? Assuming I’d have you sleep in bed with me.”

bemused, you blink and turn to look up at him, suddenly flustered. “I-I— didn’t, I mean, I can—“ you start to sit up, wincing. your body didn’t seem to want to cooperate after the gauntlet he’d put it through.

Sirius laughs at you, and it’s hearty, hooking his arm around your waist and throwing you back down on to the mattress as he collapses on to it. he, then, pulls your back close to him, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “That was a joke, dear. I’ll not have you on the floor like a dog. Sleep here. With me. Every night.”

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Stalker regulus smut PLEASEEHDBBFBF

𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 ⎹ 𝓡.𝓑.

fandom harry potter / the marauders masterlist

featuring death eater!regulus black x muggle!reader ( f )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors ( anyone under the age of eighteen ), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog. all characters are 18+, this takes place outside of hogwarts.

content warning technically a dark fic, stalking, obsession, masturbation ( him ), some somnophilia, noncon smut, mind control kink technically (imperius curse), face fucking

summary the muggle world is under the control of the Death Eaters, and one in particular has been keeping a close eye on you.

word count 3k / one shot

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

he normally watched you from home.

after all, what had he gone through the trouble of enchanting the shop owner into selling you the damn two way mirror for if he didn’t use it?

luckily for him, you must’ve decided that the antique looked best in your bedroom, and so most nights, he had the perfect view of you sleeping soundly. he would’ve been lounging on his bed, naked, staring into that mirror as his palm worked himself over. he liked to imagine how soft your butterfly strokes would be, and try to mimic them with the lightest hand possible, calling your name under his breath as he did so. “More.” he would beg to himself, seeing the visage of you on your knees before him behind his eyelids. he envisioned you would poke your lips out in the cutest pout as you looked up at him, both fists curled around his cock and working in tandem to please him in the ways he’s taught you.

but, that’s all it was.

fantasies.

after he’d finished, when he’s panting and shuddering beneath the waves of aftershock, when he’d open his eyes, he was alone in his bed. and you in yours. he decided watching you through the mirror was no longer sufficient. it kept too much distance between he and you.

he wanted to get closer.

he needed to be closer.

it wasn’t his first time unlocking your door with a wave of his wand, whispering a hushed, “Alohomora.” this was, however, his first time stepping inside and knowing that you were asleep in the bedroom. he usually waited, watched you leave. he would appear to be a patrolling Death Eater, ensuring that the muggles were obeying their new laws.

sometimes, you would catch his eye and his heart would start to pound rapid fire in its organic prison. the daggers you glared at him may as well have torn through his body. you, like most muggles, hated the Death Eaters, only unlike most muggles, you weren’t afraid to show it in the fire in your eyes. he’d even heard you mouth off to one once, and he could remember the acid on your tongue when you told him just where he could stick his magic wand. it shouldn’t have, but it made Regulus laugh.

it was always only after you’ve disappeared from sight that Regulus would let himself into your apartment. taking his time, he would walk each room, fingers gliding along the upholstery, imagining that yours have done the same at some point. he’d creep into your bedroom and lie down on your side of the bed, breathing in the scent of you with his eyes closed. sometimes, if he were lucky and you had been in too much of a hurry to discard your pajamas in the hamper by the door, they would be strewn over top of the bed. and he would fondle them carefully, slender digits rubbing waves of soft fabric that smelled like you. he was always shamefully hard when he wrapped your panties around his fist and brought them to his face, kissed at the delicate fabric, before sliding them under the waistband of his trousers pressing them to his throbbing groin to grind against, fucking the cotton until he stained them white.

that was the closest he’s ever come to you.

until tonight.

the living room was dark, curtains pulled closed over the windows, and he tiptoes, carefully and slow, into the hallway. the apartment is silent, so quiet he can almost hear you breathing on the other side of the door when he reaches it. or, maybe, that’s just his own heavy breath, the pounding of his own heart. he presses a palm against the door, and it whines softly as it opens. he takes a step inside.

your bedroom smells of your perfume, and he inhales it, eyes fluttering closed behind the mask he wore. he’d been in this room before, smelled the scent of you on your pillows, but it was all the more intense when you were here. you smelled warm and sweet, and he was certain that it was the aroma of his own, personal hellfire.

there’s a faint glow from a street lamp outside of your window that casts a glow across your sleeping visage, and he discards the mask, pushing his hood back on to his shoulders as he comes closer, and falls to his knees at the side of the bed as if you were splayed upon an altar to be worshipped at.

blasphemy.

that’s what it was. beautiful, horrible blasphemy to kneel for a muggle. to see the sun and moon in a twinkle behind her eyes. to yearn for her, to lust after her, to want nothing more than to be able to touch her to keep the madness away. that’s what his noble family, his noble cause would say. hell, they might even kill him. a blood traitor.

but in this room, in this darkness, in this moment, none of that mattered.

his cock was already twitching, needy and impatient against his thigh, just from the closeness. sprawled on your back, your face was turned away from him, one arm flung over the pillow. as if you’d been dropped from the heavens and landed just so.

Regulus exhales, shaky, one hand reaching up to grasp the sheet atop which you lay whilst his hand delves into his undone bottoms. touching himself while staring up at you, lying unconscious just a few inches from his reach elicits a weak moan, one that almost didn’t sound like the powerful Wizard he thought himself to be. he palms at his erection with a rough hand, hoping to work himself into finishing quickly so he could slip out of your apartment undetected. however, temptation was gnawing at him. the longer he allowed his slate gaze to traverse the curves of your unconscious frame, the more persistent the urge to reach out and touch you became. until it’s so mighty that he drops his forehead against the mattress with a heavy breath in defeat. “Dammit.” his free hand swims the sea of sheets and hikes over your abdomen, before resting atop your breast. he shudders, pumping himself faster. harder. “Damn you,” he whispers, but it’s breathless and weak and followed by a moan of your name as he kneads your bare mound through your pajama top; there’s no resistance— you hadn’t been wearing a bra. “Damn you for feeling so good.”

your body twitches, and Regulus nearly stops breathing, head snapping up with eyes wide and nervous, but it was a simple sigh in your sleep. it takes a moment for him to process, but then he bites down on his lip. “I wonder if it feels good for you,” he whispers, “if you’re dreaming about me.” thrusting into his own hand, his eyes turn towards your lower portion, hidden under the covers. he knew you never wore bottoms to bed, just your panties, and the thought has him moaning through sealed tiers. he shouldn’t. but he couldn’t stop himself. that dastardly hand of his glides down your midsection and disappears under the blanket, slipping between the warmth of your thighs to pet the soft cotton of your panties and he grunts, leaning forward to bite down on the sheet to keep from waking you. his eyelids flutter. never in a million years would he have expected to be driven to the brink of insanity with the mere feeling of someone’s skin, and yet, you had come along and put all of his bravado to shame.

“You’re so warm…” the first two digits on his hand prod against your panties, working slowly, methodically, but the treatment of his own sex is so far removed from gentle that he’s practically trembling with every forceful pump. he can feel a wet patch forming under his the pads of his fingers and you let out a soft, sleepy whimper and the Death Eater practically loses his composure. rubbing more fervently, he rolls his eyes behind his lids and calls for you. he knew he should slow down, that he was getting too rough and too loud, but you were so wet and he was already edging towards a powerful climax that he couldn’t hold back.

and that was when you woke up.

at first, he wasn’t so sure that your eyes had opened, until you suck in a breath to scream. the Death Eater panics, clamping one hand over your mouth to muffle the sound; his order patrolled the city streets at night, and the last thing he needed was for anyone else to find him here like this.

“Shh—“ he hisses, harsh, but both of your arms come up to push at him as he scrambles up on to the bed. you’re stronger, putting up more of a fight than he anticipated, and so he straddles your chest, jamming his knees into your shoulders to pin you in place. staring down into your frightened, wide eyes, Regulus can’t think. you were writhing, kicking your legs and trying to reach around his body to shove him off, screaming muffled through his palm. “Shh!”he keeps your mouth covered tight, but his nerves are so agitated that he doesn’t even think about his next move. his other hand flees from his trousers and retrieves the wand in his pocket, wielding it towards you with a stern, “Imperio.” before he even realizes that he’s done it. “Be quiet. Now.”

a moment later, you relax, dazed in the curse. no more screaming. your hands both fall back against the pillow and Regulus can breathe a tad bit easier. “I’m going to take my hand off of your mouth,” he whispers, slowly and crystal clear, “and you’re not going to scream.” you nod, gazing up at him, and he slowly releases your face from his grasp. your lips are parted, but not a single peep comes out. “You’re not afraid of me.” he murmurs. “Say it.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

he expels a sigh of relief, but he feels guilty. he looks down at the position he’s in, pinning you to the bed, and bites down on his lower lip. his hard on hanging from his undone bottoms, so close to you, he despises the vivid and obscene compulsion that overtakes him. it’s even worse with you staring up at him the way you are, waiting to be commanded. ready to obey. don’t. he tries to tell himself, but he’s already reaching for your hand.

you were already under the imperius curse, so why should he waste the opportunity?

grasping your wrist, he brings your hand to his mouth. first, he kisses your fingers, staring down at you. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” he whispers, “too fucking long.” running his tongue along your palm, he slathers it in his saliva, before guiding your hand down to his cock. more resolved, more authoritative, he feels the confidence of having you under his thumb. “I want you to touch me… satisfy my urges, muggle.”

a faint smile etches your lips up, as if you were drunk, and your digits wrap around the base of him. he inhaled sharply when you stroke.

“Yes.” he mutters, both hands reaching down to cradle your face and keep it turned up; his shoulders hunch and he stares down at you through a sea of unruly, dark locks. “Keep going, more.” his hips jerk against your movements, the urge to rut into the slow pumping driving him crazy, but he resists. his thumbs graze over your lips, shaping them, as he moans your name. “You’re so beautiful, so, so beautiful—“

“Thank you.” you reply, smiling up at him.

he knew it was a false reality. you were compelled, cursed to be so accepting of him. you would do anything and everything he wanted in that moment, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. he was finally getting what he always wanted— you.

grey eyes focused on your mouth, he chews on his own. the thought of the warmth, the wetness of your cavern and your plush lips wrapping around his girth is almost too much to bear.

“Open.” he commands, and you obey in the blink of an eye. he groans, shifting to inch himself closer to your face, pushing your hand away so he can guide his cock to your waiting couplet. “I need to fuck your pretty mouth,” he moans, unable to believe that he was truly here right now, “and you’re going to be a useful hole and keep it open and let me have my way with it.”

you tilt your head, slightly, opening wider, and give a little nod. “Ah-ay.” it was the only way you could agree, because he was already stuffing himself inside. his patience had all but ran out.

Regulus drops his head back and moans, one hand gripping the headboard the moment he fills your mouth. he’s close already, throbbing; he’d been edging since he was on his knees moments ago, but this— this would surely push him over the edge. “Good, good girl,” he mewls, rocking his hips to set a quick pace. he couldn’t hold back anymore, he was frenzied. “T—take it for me, take it all for me!”

a symphony fills the room; the dull thud of the headboard rhythmically slamming into the wall, the gurgling and shrill clucking every time the head of his cock jabs the back of your throat, and his own, sordid moaning. Regulus fights the urge to close his eyes, determined to stare into your watery ones when he cums. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, the perfect little sleeve for my cock.” he whines, watching the tears escape your ducts from the pummeling your throat is taking. you handle it well, due to the curse or not, even when he grasps your hair at the root and pulls your head forward to meet his merciless fucking, “I should’ve done this so long ago!” your eyes are hazy, lids heavy, but he shakes his head, pushing your head back, “No, no, keep those eyes open.” your lids part immediately, “Look at me. Watch me fuck your face. Fuck, I’m almost there…”

Regulus knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold it in and once you met his gaze, and it was all over in a matter of moments. just a couple more thrusts before he buried himself as deep into your throat as he could go, pressing his hips into you to push the back of your head against the pillows as he cums. even as he cries out, he can hear a faint gagging under his weight, and he exhales, petting your hair back with a soft, encouraging mumble. “Swallow. There, there. Good girl.”

pulling out of your mouth was damn near impossible. if he had it his way, Regulus would’ve stayed nestled there with your soft lips pressed to his pelvis until the end of time. however, he knew he had to release you. pulling back, his cock falls from your mouth with a vulgar pop, and you let out a few ragged breaths, chest heaving. still, you’re not frightened, your eyes still watch him, as if ready to heed another command. he pushes himself off of you and tucks his manhood into his trousers, fastening them. “You will never, ever tell anyone about this.”

“I will never tell anyone about this.” you answer, the same, drunken simper on your face. only now, your lips are glazed with saliva, glossy.

Regulus stares at you, and grabs a fistful of the blanket, wrenching it back simply out of curiosity. “Spread your legs.”

you do, and he scoffs. his cock twitches in his pants. the wet patch has grown significantly, and he can’t help but slide his fingers under the waistband of your panties and slot them under your weeping folds. you were so damn wet. you liked it. curse or no curse, choking on Regulus’ cock had made you a sticky mess. he groans through grit teeth when he hears a soft whimper from you, and circles your entrance with the tip of his finger. he can feel you clench around air, and he wanted to feel the grip on his cock, but he resists.

for now.

the next time he visited, however, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking you to complete ruin, now that he knew that he could.

pulling his hand free, webs of your arousal clinging to his fingers, he holds them up to your mouth, and you take them in as if you can read his mind, graciously suckling yourself off of his digits, batting wet eyelashes up at him. “Should I stuff that wet little cunt next time?” he asks, and you nod with a happy, hopeful moan, licking his fingers clean like a desperate animal. “Fill it with my cum, too?” the thought is most sinful— and he knew that his family would have him drawn and quartered for even considering mating with a muggle. but you nod again, and he suddenly doesn’t care. to hell with them, to hell with tradition. “Yes? Do you want it that bad? Would you take it anywhere I wanted to give it?” another nod. he knows you’re simply acting out what he wants, a pantomime, but it’s more than he’d ever believed he’d get. that’s enough. he nods, too, and leans over your bed, his free hand grabbing your chin to direct your line of sight to him and him only. “Very good girl. I want you to go back to sleep now, and dream of me. Dream that you take my hard cock in every hole and you fucking love it, and when you wake up, I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers hard and deep until you scream my name when you cum all over them.”

“What’s your name?” you ask, compliant.

“Regulus Black.”

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