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Grindewald fell in 1950: the five years in which he still held sway changed the course of history. Wizarding Britain, terrified at threats to the Statute of Secrecy, decided in the late 50s to pass the Muggleborn Wizarding Appropriation Act, which took muggleborn children from their parents at the first incidence of accidental magic. Children could be fostered or adopted by wizarding families or would live in Wizarding Institutional Houses. Some Pureblood families took things a step further and decided to foster children in case they only had one heir to act as a sibling, companion, and stand-in for punishments deemed too harsh for their own children. If the muggleborn did well, they reasoned, it meant they had earned their place in the wizarding world.
Hermione Granger is such a child, chosen at a young age to be Draco Malfoy's companion. She's an ideal muggleborn: polite, intelligent, and capable. It's not until she attends Hogwarts that someone sees her potential. She becomes the favorite of a certain professor, who sees her power for what it is.
Meanwhile, Lucius Malfoy is embroiled in Wizarding politics, influenced by his sister-in-law's mad manipulations.
Warnings: very sexual themes, nothing to kinky yet. mentions of noncon themes. Please do not read if this bothers you, just scroll on. NO MINORS ALLOWED 18 + ONLY!!!
Steve x Fem!reader
Steve sends in some help, Bucky and Natasha make an appearance. be warned Bucky is the worst possible human being he can be in this!
When you woke you felt like you were hungover, opening your eyes was an impossible task. Groaning as you tried to free your overheated body from under the sauna death trap that was a blanket. Toes wiggled as your feet kicked free, nice cool air tickling them. Something heavy obstructed your upper body’s movement.
Throwing a hard shoulder, you managed to roll over but so did the unmovable mass that was coiled around you. It shifted more and something hard was poking you into your lower back. Moving up or rolling no longer worked. You tried sliding down, that only made the hard object press neatly between the cleft of your cheeks.
Reaching behind you, you groggily felt around. Searching for the hard object. Your fingers curled around something smooth, long, thick and hard. It twitched and someone groaned. Panic set in, your eyes flew open as the adrenaline hit you and the realization of your grave mistake struck. It wasn’t the tv remote that you had rolled over on, it was your captor’s cock.
His eyes remained closed and he seemed like he was still sleeping. You recoiled and laid as still as you could without stopping your ability to breath.
Steve was giving off so much body heat you felt trapped and suffocated. You wanted him to move but you didn’t want to wake him up. Every time you moved he’d stir or limply roll with you. Each twist and turn made it worse until you were exhausted, panting and sweating.
The last move resulted in him cupping your breasts. He gave them a few halfhearted gropes before, snoring again. Your nipples brushed against his calloused palms and you hated that it had an effect on you.
“Sir.” You mentally facepalmed wondering why the hell would you call him that. “S-Steve.”
“Mm?” He grunted; he wasn’t fully awake, his thumb lazily circled your hardened nubs. It made you bite your lip and push your ass back against him.
“Dammit!” You hissed realizing you were making the situation worse.
“Did you change your mind.” Steve slurred half awake. His lips planted a chaste kiss on your neck.
“No, I’m hot, please move.” He groaned but complied. You felt a wave of relief wash over your body as you freed yourself from the covers and his large body.
“Thank you.” Steve laid there not answering, instead he looked over your body, the way your skin glistened when it was wet from perspiration. He wished it had been from him sliding in and out of you.
He licked his lips making note how kissable and pinchable your nipples looked. His plan was to find out how to make you beg for him to give you sweet release. Then he’d fuck you until you forgot Scott’s name only knowing how to moan his. He was starting to wonder if he’d lose control before then and end up taking you wherever he bent you over or laid you down. Steve felt his self-control dwindling.
He rolled out of bed, stretching and looking at the time. The two of you had slept in until 9:30 am. Steve walked around to the end of the bed. You weren’t fully cooled down but you covered up not wanting to taunt him.
“Come on let’s shower, So I can think about what to do with you.” He held his cock walking to the bathroom. You caught yourself staring at his shapely ass as you rolled yourself out of bed.
“What do you mean, do with me?” You asked as he turned the water in the shower on, he drew the curtain closed and walked past you to pee.
“I have to work.” It took him a minute to pee. Sound of it splashing into the ceramic bowl broke your train of thought.
“You could… let me go home.” You stood in the middle of the bathroom with your hands covering your crotch and breasts.
Steve scoffed as if he actually found what you said to be funny.
“No.” Was all he said before peeling back the curtain and gesturing you to get in. “After you.”
You huffed wishing you could at least shower alone. You chose not to protest as you knew he would get in anyways.
Steve allowed you to step under the jets of water cascading down. You were a lot shorter than him fitting perfectly in the stream of steamy hot water.
Instantly you closed your eyes, feeling the heat seep into your muscles through skin. A small moan left your lips as you relaxed. Steve watched your luscious lips part, he wasn’t sure what he wanted more to kiss you or to stick his dick in between your rosy lips.
He made a mental note of allowing you to have more showers or baths while you stayed with him. He wished he could skip out on the meeting at Stark industries and stay here with you in bed all day. Exploring your body and finding out what made you sing and whither under his touch.
“I said, No sex!” You shouted snapping your head forward and your eyes widened.
Steve features were unreadable, he seemed to choose to ignore your outburst as he continued to run the soap over the underside of your breasts. He cupped them gently loving how sensitive and soft the skin felt there. Your body glistened in the water and soapy suds and it lured Steve in.
“You said no sex, not that I couldn’t kiss and touch you.” Steve was careful make circular patterns over and around your breasts barely avoiding your areolas and nipples.
Your addled mind tried to find a way to fight this, yet this wasn’t a gentleman you could trust him to respect your boundaries. If you pushed too much Steve may change his mind and start forcing you, to sleep with him. Unsure of how to proceed you just stood there staring at his hands holding the soap. It wasn’t hard for him to make you feel aroused. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to focus. The closer he got to your sensitive nipples, just as he was about to swipe over them his hand glided up and started soaping around your collarbone heading toward your shoulders.
Steve was an attractive man. One of the most fit and tall men you’ve met. You couldn’t imagine him as someone who struggled to get laid. He wasn’t your type You preferred men with; softer eyes, someone who’s smile was so wide that it gave his eyes wrinkles. Scott came to mind, helping reality hit you like a ton of bricks.
“What do you want from this? I won’t ever fall in love with you.” Steve slid his hand across your chest, his eyes met yours. There was a darkness to them and you felt a chill down to the marrow of your bones.
Steve’s fingers wrapped around your throat, he squeezed and pushed you back until you were pressed against the shower wall. The water beaded down over your face, you tried to turn away, but Steve’s hand wouldn’t allow it.
His thumb rubbed over your pulse feeling it quicken under his touch. He kissed and nipped at the skin of your neck just below his knuckles. You gripped his wrists pulling down wanting him to let go. He laid soft kisses to your water covered lips. You gasped trying to suck in air but the water was covering too much of your face and his grip tightened on your neck.
“You’ll do what I say, you little bitch. You’re mine now, I bought you!” He hissed licking the shell of your ear. “If I want you to fall in love with me, you will!”
Your chest felt tight, as if it were expanding in search of gaining more air. You didn’t speak in fear that the watered would help asphyxiate you. Steve smiled as he watched you let out a pathetic little whimper. He kissed your lips one more time before pulling you forward and to the other end of the shower. You shivered focusing on the gulps of air that filled your lungs.
Steve finished showering, he shut the water off and grabbed your arm below the elbow. He pulled you out of the shower, which caused you to slip.
“Dry up, I don’t care what you do after.” Steve left you there dripping on the floor with his discarded towel thrown over you. You fought back tears as you watched him dress and leave. Never had you felt more scared and humiliated.
The door slammed shaking the walls and rattling the windows. He didn’t pick out your clothes for the day and the wardrobe he kept them in was locked. It looked like your only options were nudity and a towel.
Hours passed by differently when you were trapped, no cell phone, laptop, Tv or books to make it go faster. When all you had was your own thoughts and white ceiling with cracks to stare at, Intrusive thoughts and reality seemed to blur together. Old memories resurfaced, wondering if anyone knew you were missing and if they even cared. Despair set in before your mind starts to slowly slip into insanity.
At times you swore you could hear Scott’s laugh or the smell of your mother’s freshly baked banana bread. Forcing a sigh out did nothing to relieve the pressure of sadness building inside of you. Their faces plagued you, the look in their eyes as they smiled. Hot tears stained your cheeks as you curled up in the fetal position on the bed.
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“Ok, let me get this straight. You gambled your girlfriend away?” Police chief Fury asked leaning back in his chair behind cheap wood desk.
Officers Sharon and Carol laughed. They shook their heads, Scott could feel his anxiety peeking. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get them to listen and take him seriously.
“Yes, no! I gambled with some of the people in Tony’s gang. They kidnapped my girlfriend.”
“Tony stark? He doesn’t have a gang.” Sharon scoffed not believing a word Scott was saying.
“Look! His name is Steve Rogers!” Scott snapped and smacked his palm against the table.
Fury sighed looking down, Carol passed a look to Sharon who was now interested for all the wrong reasons.
“What the hell would Steve want with your girlfriend?” There was a hint of disdain in her voice.
“I…” Scott huffed dreading the words that would come out next. He didn’t want it to be real, he wanted you at home and safe.
“I- I think he.” Scott was filled with shame, and he felt his heart sink, he didn’t want anyone to hurt you. He wished he could somehow kick in the door and rescue you. “He’s going to rape her.”
“That’s a serious accusation Mr. Lang.” Fury said looking right at Scott.
“Steve would never, have to force anyone. She’s probably cheating on you with him. Don’t worry he’ll toss her to the side afterwards.” Sharon sneered laughing. Deep down her blood was boiling, she excused herself and Carol followed.
They went down the hallway and through a big heavily bolted security door. A mechanical click echoed and the door unlocked as the panel guard allowed them access with a push of a button.
“Can you cover me?” Sharon asked Carol as they walked towards the garage.
“Yeah, what are you planning?” Carol asked hoping it was something fun.
“I’m going to see what this situation with this little whore is.” Sharon stomped off. She knew her ex Steve would often take random girls home. She had to make sure this wasn’t something more since the idiot in their lobby said she was at Steve’s home.
“This way Mr. Lang, we’ll write up a report.” Fury escorted Scott back to one of the interrogation rooms. He would call Natasha to find out what was happening.
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The emotional distress left you exhausted. When you woke up you felt something tickling your leg, you tried to roll away but someone’s hand stomped you. They squeezed your thigh just above your knee, making you jolt up right in bed.
The only thing shielding you from them was the small sheet. You thought it was Steve and you prepared yourself for another attack.
“Aw did I wake sleeping beauty?” Bucky grinned at you, his metal fingers dancing along the upper part of your knee. It tickled, you didn’t react because fear kept you frozen.
You looked to the door, it was open, and you wondered how far you could make it before he caught up to you.
“Run and I’ll fuck you where I catch you.” There was excitement in his voice, and you knew this man craved a good chase, you could see the predator in his eyes.
“Steve is busy. You hungry?” Tears pooled at the lids of your eyes and all you could do was clutch the blankets to your chest until your fingers hurt. You barely nodded your head yes.
The last time you ate was almost two days ago. Bucky didn’t give you clothes, he allowed you to keep your poorly made makeshift dress. Once more you sat the same table you had the first night. Bucky came back out a few minutes later with a cup of microwaved ramen.
“Thanks.” You mumbled as Bucky sat down right next to you. It was worse than being here with Steve. Your wondered why he hadn’t tried to do anything yet.
It was difficult to keep the sheet in place, one hand remained at the knot above your cleavage. If you removed your hand and it fell away or what if Bucky decided to take advantage of the moment and rip it off of you. You used your free hand to twirl the soupy noodles around the fork and carefully fed it to yourself. You wanted to slurp down the noodles, instead you made yourself take small bites. Bucky tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, it made you jump in your seat.
“Once Steve has had his fun, it’ll be my turn.” Bucky chuckled, his hand found the space where the sheet parted. He ran his flesh hand up your thigh, you froze praying that he’d stop if you didn’t react.
A gesture like this from Steve may have confused you, but Bucky sent a spine-chilling fear through your body. Reaching the middle of your thigh he squeezed making you tense up, He softened his touch as his fingers went higher up while he stared at you wanting to see your reactions.
The fork fell to the floor splashing a little bit of the ramen sauce on to the table, one loose noodle hung down the side. The tip of Bucky’s finger grazed the bare skin of your labia, your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist trying to push him away. The two of you sat in an intense stare off, he loved the fear that filled your beautiful bright doe eyes. While his dark and sadistic glare accompanied by his grin made your flight or fight response go in overdrive. With shaking hands your clammy fingers were no match for his strength he slid his index finger along the seam of your folds threatening to part them. He paused with the tip of his wondering digit just above your clit.
“Bucky, shift change.” with tear filled eyes you looked over his shoulder following the voice. It was the redhead from the restaurant basement. Bucky’s jaw flexed as he gritted his teeth, he was annoyed as he reluctantly withdrew his hand from between your thighs.
“If you think you’re safe now, you’re not.” Bucky whispered into your ear, he licked from your cheek to your temple before standing to leave.
Bucky passed Nat she grabbed his arm and pulled him close to her, she gave him a warning glance.
“Steve claimed her first, just be patient we’ll have our turn.” Nat smiled and Bucky leaned over kissed her. They kissed each other passionately as if you weren’t even there. It shocked you she was so relaxed with her significant other attempting to finger another woman. They smiled at each other, he left and now you were alone with her.
Steve was supposed to be home late tonight, and Nat had said she wanted to get you ready for him. She had brought you a new set of lingerie and tight-fitting red dress. The bra was black with red satin ribbon trims, a cute little rose in the middle of your cleavage. The panties were a matching set and it was slightly transparent. She sat you down and did your makeup, if you hadn’t been in this particular situation, you would have enjoyed this. Natasha had acted like your best friend, she started to make you feel like you could trust her.
Natasha smiled, her finger delicately pulled the fishnet thigh highs up your legs. She slowly unrolled them, taking extra care to caress the sensitive skin of your inner thighs with her knuckles as she smoothed out the material and secured it in place.
Natasha’s phone buzzed, she slid it out of her pocket, answering with “she’s ready.” She smiled at you before standing just in the hallway whispering into the phone.
You strained to listen to their conversation, mostly it was in audible, Nat paced a little and occasionally glancing in at you. “You sure I can’t prep her for you? I’d love to taste her.”
Nat huffed at not getting the ok to do whatever it was she wanted to. She came back in and admired her handy work one last time.
“Now be a good girl, I don’t want to have to bring Bucky back so soon. Steve will get what he wants, you can either let him or he’ll just take you. your choice.” A deep pitted anxiety sat heavily in your belly. Nat had been so sweet to you while she was still helping those horrible men.
It made you question if you could ever convince her to help you or if she was even better at playing cat and mouse than Bucky and Steve. Natasha left you alone to your thoughts, you felt like a prostitute or a pornstar in this outfit. The only option at hand seemed to be, to get on Steve’s good side and hopefully he would protect you from Bucky.
Viggo as the whumper, Hiccup as the whumpee, you can either go for the dragons or the gang.
Warnings: threat of torture, noncon themes, nonconsensual touching, brief lady whump
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“Please don’t hurt them.” Hiccup hated how weak his voice sounded, but he didn’t know what to do other than plead. Here he was, captured yet again by Viggo Grimborn. But Viggo was playing a more dangerous game this time. If Hiccup didn’t give him what he wanted, he’d hurt the Dragon Riders.
“You know how to play this game, Hiccup,” Viggo said with a smirk. They were all in a cell meant for dragons. Hiccup was tied up, being held by Ryker. Each of his friends was bound and held by a Dragon Hunter, and Viggo was stalking before them, a large dagger in hand. “No begging, as much as I like it.”
But Hiccup couldn’t give up his body to Viggo Grimborn. How could he do that? Was that really all Viggo wanted from him? Well, that and his express surrender.
Hiccup looked between his friends and Viggo. Viggo smiled at him, then stopped in front of Astrid. He moved a stray hair away from her face with the edge of the dagger.
Astrid snarled at him, and Viggo laughed lightly. “Oh, such spunk.” He glanced at Hiccup. “Have you tamed her yet?”
“Tamed me?!” Astrid shrieked. She began fighting against the Dragon Hunter holding her. “You son of a bitch! I’ll-”
“I see you haven’t,” Viggo interrupted. With his other hand, he slapped Astrid hard across the face. That got Hiccup struggling against Ryker, though it was no use.
“Don’t hurt her!”
“I’ll do what I wish until you give me what I want,” Viggo said. He raised the dagger.
“Fine!” Hiccup shouted. He didn’t want to see that go into Astrid’s flesh, didn’t want to hear her sounds of pain and see the anguish on her face. He didn’t want that for any of his Riders. “Fine, fine! I’ll do it! I’ll let you have me!”
Viggo lowered the dagger, his lips upturning in a smile that made Hiccup feel sick. He sheathed the dagger, then came over to Hiccup.
He stroked Hiccup under the chin, his smile widening. “Good boy.”
