Art Deco

oxytocin; chapter one

wanna see what you can take

pairing- dark!sirius black x virgin!reader
warnings- 18+ content, dark themes, non-con, religious imagery, alcohol
a/n- please read this at your own risk. if such topics make you uncomfortable, don't interact.

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prompt- dubcon 

sirius watched your chest heaving, soft labored breathes leaving your lips. your cross pendant shimmered ever so softly under the dim lighted room. you looked so pretty in your white dress, your legs covered by white stockings. the dress had thin straps, a little tight on your waist, flowy on the bottom. exposing just a slight bit of skin of your chest, your subtle makeup almost fresh on your face. just a smudge of mascara and a very light, almost invisible chap stick on your lips.

you were tied onto his bedpost, your head lolling to a side. your arms were up, put together by handcuffs. he wondered how long it would take you to wake up, so he could tell you a secret, a dirty little secret. he did not care that he did not know your name, and neither did he care that you did not know his name. all he knew he wanted to taint you, turn you into his pretty little slut, keep you away from the harm of the world. the first time he had seen you, your shy smile, your soft curves, the mole on your shoulder through your dress, the cross necklace, he knew that he wanted you.

sirius black always got what he wanted.

you stirred softly, fluttering your eyelids, as a dim silver light entered your eyes, through your eyelashes. your arms felt heavy, a slight strain on your neck. where were you? the last thing you recalled was smelling a white rose which a strangely familiar stranger had given you. those mesmerizing black eyes-you had seen them before. somewhere. but you could not remember where.

wait. your arms were tied?

you flashed open your eyelids, before you met the dark eyes you recalled before the world was a blurry dark mess. a sharp jaw, high cheek bones, subtle beard on his chiseled features, and a wicked grin curling his scarlet lips. he looked at you, eyebrows raised, waiting for you to say something. he wanted to hear your sweet melodic voice, your shy whisper.

your throat felt dry, skin blazed and your stomach felt weirdly warm as the man moved closer to you. a faint smell of cigarettes, alcohol and mahogany teased your senses. his fingertips danced across your skin as he took a sip of his scotch in his glass. you looked at the ice droplets on the glass, the ice dancing around in the liquor. you observed at the way his lips covered on the rim of his glass, slowly gulping down the liquid. slowly blinking, you whispered

'where am I?'

the stranger looked at your with an interesting expression, furrowing his eyebrows before his hands dug into his black jeans, bringing out a gun. you widened your eyes before you squealed as he placed the cold glass on your exposed shoulder. he grinned, before he leaned down to your level, tucking a strand of stray hair behind your ear.

'i'm sirius. you're at my house sweetheart.' he answered. his voice, a rasped out smooth melody, you felt a flush of warmth running inside your nerves and tingles down your spine. placing the barrel of his gun on your shoulder,

'can I tell you secret?' he whispered. your eyes widened, and you pleaded, 'do-don't hurt me please.'

sirius chuckled, as he ran the barrel of his gun down your arms. 'hurt you baby doll? never.' he replied. his voice was low, and he talked like a maniac. you were confused, and as sirius held himself up again, you looked at him, tilting your head. he smirked as the gun ran to your arms, to your shoulder and then your throat. stopping the gun at your lips, he voiced,