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This makes me feel like a slightly twisted fuck. I don't even know.
Title: Mistakes
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Tonks (don't run away!), Remus/Sirius (if you squint)
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, hint of non-con
"It isn't like I need you," he snaps, shoving her against the wall, hard, before gagging her with a twitch of his fingers.
She doesn't look surprised; on the contrary, she expected this. He's been getting like this more and more often, lately. She raises her eyebrow a little, and he slaps her.
"Slut. You tricked me." She can smell the potion on his breath, and grinds her teeth a little against the gag. Should've known. "You tricked me!" he shouts again. "Fuck, just go back to wearing your hair in that godawful purple, stop fucking pretending you're not doing anything wrong!"
She closes her eyes obediently, and in a moment feels her scalp itch, then stop. She's had the training; she could stop him if she wanted to…but she knows he's so drunk on the moon that he doesn't know what he's doing.
She does her best not to pay too much attention, as he roughly undresses her and presses her against the wall, enhancing her curves the way he demands, and isn't quite surprised when he grabs his cloak and Disapparates instead of fucking her.
As she unties the gag and heads for the shower, she half-wonders how she got herself into this, and then why she doesn't leave…but now she knows what her mother meant about dealing with her mistakes.
Title: Mistakes
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Tonks (don't run away!), Remus/Sirius (if you squint)
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, hint of non-con
"It isn't like I need you," he snaps, shoving her against the wall, hard, before gagging her with a twitch of his fingers.
She doesn't look surprised; on the contrary, she expected this. He's been getting like this more and more often, lately. She raises her eyebrow a little, and he slaps her.
"Slut. You tricked me." She can smell the potion on his breath, and grinds her teeth a little against the gag. Should've known. "You tricked me!" he shouts again. "Fuck, just go back to wearing your hair in that godawful purple, stop fucking pretending you're not doing anything wrong!"
She closes her eyes obediently, and in a moment feels her scalp itch, then stop. She's had the training; she could stop him if she wanted to…but she knows he's so drunk on the moon that he doesn't know what he's doing.
She does her best not to pay too much attention, as he roughly undresses her and presses her against the wall, enhancing her curves the way he demands, and isn't quite surprised when he grabs his cloak and Disapparates instead of fucking her.
As she unties the gag and heads for the shower, she half-wonders how she got herself into this, and then why she doesn't leave…but now she knows what her mother meant about dealing with her mistakes.