why am I into this my ancestors are shaking their heads
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: twincest/incest, dubcon, physical descriptions are used.
regulus hadn’t slept in your bed in ages.
it was normal for the two of you in your younger years. waking up with your arms thrown around each other, not knowing which strands of inky curls were yours and which were his or where your limbs ended and his started. but one day, regulus had turned his back to you when you wandered into his bedroom after your parents had gone to bed. you frowned and crawled in anyway, only to be shoved away. you had cried, opting to sleep on the floor beside his bed, fearful of a night of lonesome slumber. slowly, you worked your way up to sleeping in your own bed and that was that. regulus never told you why.
tonight was different. some guy had left you waiting, sitting alone in a lowly diner that you wouldn’t be caught dead in if you didn’t like the man a substantial amount. regulus held you as you weeped, his head on your head and his hands roaming up and down your back, shushing you as if soothing a child. you would’ve been annoyed if it weren’t for your broken heart.
eventually, regulus was going to have to leave and the thought had filled you with dread. you clung to him, whining and whimpering about needing him to stay. he relented to your surprise. and now here you were, your back to his chest, his arms locked around your waist and his head buried in your neck.
regulus murmured in his sleep, a habit he apparently didn’t grow out of. a mumbled string of your name tumbling from his lips, breathier and breathier. you started to think that maybe he was awake, trying to see if you too were struggling to fall asleep. but when you whispered his name, there was no response.
you closed your eyes, ignoring the persistent unintelligible murmurs, when you felt a twitch against your hips. you jolted immediately, trying to squirm away but regulus held tight. his nose ran up your neck as he slept, his now obvious erection pressed into your ass. you blushed, embarrassed at the contact despite no one but you knowing what was happening under the covers.
you didn’t stop it as regulus began to rut, his desperation surprising you. his pale hand moving up your chest, groping you in a way that was much too intentional for a sleeping man. you turned your head slightly, catching sight of regulus’s tightly shut eyes and parted lips. you turned away again as his eyes started to flutter open, his hips still moving with urgency.
“fuck,” he hissed, his hand falling from your breasts, his hips stopping their ruts. you nearly whimpered at that.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, like he had known you were awake.
you didn’t respond for a moment, face half hidden by your hair. “is that why you won’t sleep with me anymore?”
it was regulus’s turn to stay silent, embarrassed to admit what you already knew. “I… I couldn’t control it. it wasn’t… I mean, it couldn’t have been you.” his nose nudged your neck, his deep inhale contradicting his words. “you’re my sister.” his cock throbbed as he spoke the word.
you bit your lip, fighting the urge to move against him. you tilted your head, giving him more access to your neck. his tongue darted out instinctively, licking your salty skin. “my sister… my twin… we’re one and the same,” he murmured, still exhausted.
you didn’t stop him as he gripped your hips, keeping you locked in place as if you had been the one to grind against his swollen prick. he pressed a kiss to your neck, hips jerking as he savored your taste. you whimpered then, skin heated. regulus groaned deeply, grinding slowly. “I only think about you, you know,” he mumbled. “I think about you when I touch my cock. you’re so pretty… always thought you were so pretty… you belong to me in every way. my flesh, my blood… my other half.”
you shuddered as he sped up his movements, now pulling on your hips to meet his twitching cock. “I couldn’t bear to sleep with you anymore. I felt so guilty knowing I was jerking off while you slept next to me… lifting your thin little nightgowns to stare at your ass… groping you… kissing you…”
you blushed, biting your lip as he shamelessly humped your ass. he continued, “I almost couldn’t resist you as you cried. when you’d lay in the floor beside me. so close. I wanted to pull you under the covers and touch you, explore you, fuck you.”
he groaned, his hand slipping between your thighs, rubbing your clit. “fuck… your pussy is so warm. you’re so warm. you’re so perfect.”
you stayed silent, letting him part your legs. you stared up at him as he positioned himself between your legs, his cock covered by his underwear and a pair of sweats while your pussy was only concealed by your flimsy panties, the fabric sticking to your folds. regulus licked his lips before his eyes met yours. stormy gray met stormy gray, blown pupils nearly making your mirrored eyes appear black. he thrusted against your pussy, completely shameless now. you allowed him, not fighting against his hands that held your thighs apart.
his head found your neck again, his curls tickling your sensitive flesh as he humped your throbbing pussy, his sweats slowly soaking with his precum and your slick. you layed limp, arms to your sides as he took what he wanted.
Warnings for dubious consent, slight violence, coercive behaviour, slightly yandere, mention of bdsm, tiny bit of smut
Masterlist
Slytherin Rafe who…
… Gains a following without even trying. His fellow house students either admire him or keep a careful distance. He’s confident, volatile and naturally charismatic - and for your first couple of years at Hogwarts you think that he’s a complete asshole.
… Starts paying attention in Herbology just because it’s your favourite class. In fact, it’s the class that he first notices you in. He can never understand your fondness for plants, but the confidence and excitement that you exude whilst talking about them makes him try to.
… Secretly poisons your class partner so that he can swoop in to work with you instead. The poor, unsuspecting boy spends three weeks in the hospital wing recovering from the massive dose of Fungiface potion that had been slipped into his dinner - and Rafe never gets caught despite the smug smirk on his face for the entirety of all the lessons that he gets to spend partnered with you.
… Doesn’t understand why you’re mad when he eventually confesses that fact to you a few months into your relationship. He laughs about it as he tells you, and laughs again when you scowl and tell him how awful that is. You storm off and refuse to speak to him for days, but eventually cave in after he persuades you into meeting him in the Astrology tower after dark - where you quickly end up struggling to hold in moans with his head between your thighs.
… Is top of the class in Defence against the Dark Arts due to his intense nature and not-so-secret experience with dark magic at home. He’s particularly known for the skill of his jinxes, and some of the kinder ones he may have practiced on you (with your consent) a few times. Incarcerous is one he finds particularly useful as it causes ropes to fly from the end of his wand and then tie you up - which saves him some time.
… Used to be a skilled beater on the Slytherin quidditch team thanks to his tall, muscular build, but one day decided that he didn’t care for it anymore - much to the dismay of his teammates. He’d never taken the sport as seriously as them, and decided that the hours could instead be dedicated to more important things - duelling, studying the dark arts, and getting up to mischief with you being just some of those.
… Finds that magic fuelled by aggressive emotions comes easiest to him. He takes years to be able to properly cast a Patronus charm because pure happiness isn’t something that he’s very experienced in.
… Is known to come from a high ranking, pure-blood family with close ties to dark magic and well known allegations of working with Voldemort. His parents expect him to join the ranks of the Deatheaters, but as he gets closer to leaving Hogwarts his loyalty to them starts to severely falter - namely thanks to you.
… Was always mean to the younger years simply for his own amusement until you got annoyed at him for it. He says that you’re too sweet for your own good, but he slowly stops seeing the fun in picking on random people as he spends more time with you. His friends tease him about your sweetness rubbing off on him, but they wouldn’t dare say anything further than that - certainly not about you.
… Is aware that all of your friends hate him despite your insistence that they don’t. A part of him can see why they might not be his biggest fans, but he refuses to admit that.
… Gets banned from the duelling club for unnecessary cruelty after being paired with your ex. He knows that he’s going to be banned so he throws down another spell anyway. You only hear through corridor gossip that Rafe put an Instant-scalping hex on your ex, as Rafe completely fails to mention it.
… Buys you a sexy lingerie set and then enchants it so that only he can take it off you. He also buys you enchanted jewellery - some with his initial on. His favourite is a beautiful, ridiculously expensive, emerald and silver necklace that he purchased with the sole purpose of putting a tracking charm on.
… Gets extremely jealous over some of your male friends and acquaintances, but hides it until it boils over. He becomes so paranoid of one of your friends that he ends up badly injuring him in an unprovoked duel, and then has a severe argument with you as a result.
… Forces you to drink Truth Serum in order to be certain that you haven’t betrayed him, and then spends hours apologising for it after he’s calmed down.
… Sends you pieces of flying parchment with messily scrawled thoughts throughout the day despite your insistence that he leave you alone. You can’t help but open up some of the tiny airplanes and read their contents though - which range from short, romantic snippets of poetry, to half-legible, desperate, irritated apologies.
Hey beautiful, I really love your James "the monster" story. But gosh, I'd love it if you could do a similar story or one-shot with Sirius. ♥️ If you can't, feel free to decline my request. You're one of the reasons I come to Tumblr.
hi nonnie!!! thank you so, so much for your request! i am so sorry it took so long, i know i have been talking about this fic for months lmao. I had it halfway written and decided I hated it so I deleted everything and rewrote it and now here we are :) i hope you enjoy, my love!!
dark!sirius black x fem!reader who needs to stop thinking about her ex ✿ 1.6k words
summary: sirius decides to get revenge for you after your boyfriend breaks your heart
cw: murder (though nothing violent explicitly mentioned), rockstar!sirius, dark!sirius, roadie!reader, reader is going through a breakup, reader's ex's name is Jordan, suggestive language
sirius black masterlist
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They say the only way forward from rock bottom is up.
Sirius thinks they’re full of shit.
The nightclub is dingy, more disgusting than anything he or his group have ever played in, or even partied in. And based on Sirius’ history, that must mean it’s truly horrific. The music is loud enough to make one feel dizzy, the bass shaking the floor as bodies move and grind in the darkness. The bar is overcrowded, and if Sirius wasn’t here on business, he might need a drink to be.
He doesn’t push his way through the crowd, he doesn’t want to draw any attention to himself.
He can smell the sweat and musk of sex and drugs on the people as he steps through them. Some of them threaten to bump into him, limbs flailing without a care in the world, but Sirius knows how to duck and weave.
It’s a lot quieter when he finally makes it to the back. Small groups huddle in dark booths, served expensive alcohol away from the chaos of the common patrons.
Of course he’d be back here.
Sirius’ mood only worsens when he finally spots his target. He’s in a booth with a woman, his legs sprawled and his smirk loose like he’s had a few too many. Based on the various bottles scattered around his feet, perhaps he has. The woman in his lap has adventurous hands, Sirius watches as they slip over his chest and down his stomach to toy with his belt. The sultry look on the other man’s face is what does it.
Sirius decides he’s seen enough.
He stomps over with a gruff. Neither of the couple look up from their romantic embrace, if you can call it that. It’s not until Sirius clears his throat that either of them raise their gaze.
The raises an unimpressed eyebrow. Your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend as of last week. Sirius kicks himself for not remembering his name, especially now that he’s standing in front of him.
“Wait,” Sirius watches the girl in his lap straighten, her eyes widening and lips parting in wonder as she recognizes him. “Aren’t you-”
“The fuck do you want, mate?” Sirius’ eyes return to your ex. Jordan, that’s right. He looks like a douchebag with that sneer on his face.
“You, uh-” Sirius clears his throat, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. “You know who I am?”
“That’s Sirius Black!” The girl on Jordan’s lap shakes his shoulder, both hands grabbing on with nails long enough to be talons, and painted a blood red to match. “He’s the lead singer of the Marauders!”
“I know who he is.” Jordan’s eyes narrow, and the girl gives a yelp when he shoves her off his lap unceremoniously. He sits up, leaning his elbows on his knees and looking Sirius up and down with a huff. “Is this about-”
“Yes.” Sirius blows out a long puff of smoke. “You’re a fucking dick, you know that mate?”
“I always knew you were too close, you bastard.” Jordan clicks his tongue against his teeth, pointing accusatorially at Sirius. “God, I should’ve known. The bitch isn’t even worth it.”
Something inside Sirius awakens. It’s been lingering all night, simmering below the surface. His anger wraps arounds his intestines like tentacles, his muscles tense with preparation. He’s thought this through a hundred times, he has to play this out perfectly.
“The fuck did you say?” His voice comes out as a hiss, his hands clenching into fists at his side. Jordan notices, one corner of his lips perking up into a smirk as though he thinks he already has Sirius beat. Sure, Sirius may not be as tall as Remus or as bulky and muscular as James, but he has something neither of them have. He has something no one else has.
“I said the bitch isn’t even worth it.” Jordan laughs, and the sound is harsh enough to have the other girl flinching from her place at the other end of the couch, and she slinks away back into the crowd. “She wouldn’t even put out, fuckin’ prude.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Sirius’ shoulders are tense, adrenaline tearing through his body like drugs, heightening his awareness of everything.
“Or what?” There’s a glint in Jordan’s eyes that eggs Sirius on enough to finish it, the final nail in the coffin.
Sirius’ palm connects with Jordan’s forehead. Not enough to hurt, just enough to push him to the back of the couch. It’s enough to start shit, though.
Jordan is standing before Sirius is even aware of it. He takes a step back and manages to dodge a punch, but the second connects with his jaw. The pain is immediate, radiating through his skull and he’s sure he’ll have a bruise. Another one follows, knocking him to his knees.
He connects with the coffee table, the corner jamming into his side and knocking the wind out of him. He manages to grab onto a glass of beer, the rest falling to the floor, but he’s kicked before he can use it as a weapon or anything.
“You’re bloody pathetic, mate.” Jordan smirks from above him. He grabs the glass from the table, the one Sirius had grabbed, and downs it, chest puffed up in pride. Sirius watches, feeling a warm drop of blood drip from his nose down his cheek.
Jordan finishes off the drink with an obnoxious gulp, dropping the glass to the floor. It shatters, glass shooting in every direction. Sirius feels bits of it cut the skin on his hands. No one even glances toward the two of them.
“Just get with her, man.” Jordan shrugs, shoving his hands deep in his pockets and flicking his hair away from his forehead. He grins proudly, and Sirius can still feel the tendrils of his anger swimming through his body as he forces himself to stay on the floor.
“She deserves a piece of shit like you.”
The words linger in the air as Jordan turns, heading out the back door of the club into the dark, cold night outside. Sirius sits up, brushing the blood from under his nose and the backs of his hands on his jacket.
It will be less than an hour before the pill Sirius had slipped into the glass will take effect, and Jordan will no longer be a problem in your life after tonight.
In anyone’s life.
And Jordan doesn’t know just how true his words are. You need Sirius, even if you don’t know it yet.
Most everyone is asleep by the time Sirius gets back. It makes sense, given it’s the early hours of the morning at this point.
Everyone except for you, which he should’ve known.
He doesn’t try to sneak into the room, but he does move quietly. You’re sitting on the couch, eyes puffy and red as you stare out the window. You wipe an eye with your sleeve and sigh, and only then does Sirius make his presence known by hanging up his jacket.
You look up, clearly startled. Your eyebrows knit together and your head tilts in the cute way Sirius loves.
“Where were you?” You ask, curious not accusatory. “It’s the middle of the night. We have a show tomorrow, you know.”
“I know.” Sirius moves over toward you, purposely avoiding your question. You gasp when he moves closer and you see the bruises blooming across his skin, the remnants of blood under his nose dying his skin a rosy pink color.
“Siruis-” Your voice is anxious and you move closer, fretting over him. Sirius lets his eyes close and relishes in your attention for just a moment.
“‘ts nothing.” He tries to excuse, shaking his head gently from your grasp. You pout in disbelief at him. “I mean it. It was stupid and I’ve sobered up.”
“We have to stop letting you go out to bars alone.” The joke doesn’t land as lightly as you hoped it would and you cringe. Sirius reaches out to brush some hair from your forehead and lets out a chuckle anyway.
“What are you doing up?” Sirius nudges you with his foot and your face scrunches together. “I hope not thinking about that stupid boy.”
You flinch like the mention of Jordan physically hurts. You cringe and shake your head a bit before trying to hide your face in your shoulders. “I don’t want to be.”
There’s a long moment of silence before Sirius reaches out for your hand, lacing his fingers between yours. Your breath hitches and he gives you a soft smile even despite the way it makes his cheek ache.
“Then don’t. He’s not worth it.” He squeezes your hand and finds himself smiling even bigger when you slowly nod in agreement, the ache dulled by his love for you as you lean closer to him.
Sirius lets himself hold you, doesn’t push things any further despite the way his cock strains in his pants, the thing in his gut demanding he bend you over the couch.
He needs to play this right. He can’t afford to fuck up. You deserve everything he can give you.
And Sirius will ensure he’ll give you everything. Even the things you don’t know you need.
hi love <3 i love how you write dark/yandere sirius, anything you write about him i will eat that shit up fr
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Omg thank you, hun!! I have a bunch of ideas with yan!Sirius, but I don’t even have them drafted😭
Warnings: dark themes, obsessive behavior, stalking, male masturbation, voyeurism(?)
Sirius swallowed heavily. Chilly night breeze brushed over pale skin of his nape, exposed by his leather jacket, sending chills running down his spine. His whole body tingled with both thrill and excitement, as if 220 Volts were surging through every vein, every smallest capillary, setting his whole being ablaze.
He didn’t dare to blink. In contrary, his eyes were wide open, pupils so dilated so that his gray eyes looked pitch-black - it was hard to tell either it was caused by late evening darkness or lust. Sirius’ pants felt tight - a tad bit too tight for comfort - chest heaving heavily.
Here were you, precious little you - all flushed and soft after hot shower, dancing around your room wearing this sweet satin pajama set, pink sleeping shorts hugging your ass just right, causing Sirius to clench his fists painfully. His gaze shifted upwards, noting how your nipples perked prettily against matching pink tank-top, surely causing you a bit of discomfort.
Weren’t you just precious? So happy about finally being home for summer holidays, completely oblivious of your dear boyfriend watching your every move like a hawk, his chest tightened with immense feeling of adoration, watching you dork around. One impatient hand palmed painful tent in his pants, causing Sirius to let out a shaky breath. Fuck it. Sirius quickly looked around, making sure that there was no one but him; trees and thick bushes concealing his form made it nearly impossible for him to be spotted.
Sirius undid his pants, cold trembling hand making it beneath the elastic of his underwear, fisting his leaking cock. Smearing pre-cum all over sensitive tip with his thumb elicited a low groan tumbling through his chest. Sirius’ eyes met your delicate form through the window of your bedroom; you were busy applying skincare, your blamed lips looked so soft and kissable, images of them all swollen and covered in his cum made Sirius’ knees buckle, thin sheen of sweat covered his exposed collarbones.
Your name slipped off his tongue like a prayer, wrist aching at uncomfortable angle, but it never ceased its movements. “Fucking hell, the things you do to me, baby” Sirius murmured, slumping against tree trunk behind, tongue running over dry lips, imagining the way you would kiss him bashfully.
With a harsh shudder and poorly concealed mewl of your name Sirius came, coating his hand with sticky cum. Letting out a shuddered breath, Sirius watched you with teary eyes. You were getting ready to sleep by now, fluffing your pillows and preparing your blankets, so serene and relaxed. A few minutes later you were comfortably laid among crispy fresh sheets, turning the bedside lamp off, allowing velvety darkness of summer night to engulf your room.
Sirius lingered for a bit, still looking among the darkness at the spot where you were laid just moments prior. Digging through the pockets of his jacket he found a pack of paper tissues, wiping away his spent. Shoving a crumpled tissue back into his pocket, Sirius did quick job to zip his jeans back up, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down. With a last peek at your window Sirius disapparated to the front step of 12 Grimmuald Place, already excited for tomorrow’s night🩷
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can we please talk about dark marauders like everyone is so comfortable with them as being in the order, but i want to make everyone uncomfortable and just make them dark. dark characters are so fun to watch/read/write
YES OMFG
dark!marauders are so delicious. I love them sm
james looks super jot when he kills btw. just in case you were wondering
Dumbledore and Snape make their first move with the prophecy. James, Sirius, and Peter have a revelation. And a meeting with none other than Voldemort exposes something interesting in Harry.
Gaping, James couldn’t hide the shock or, well, annoyance that crept in when he realised Harry had, technically, just spoken rather than babbled. “Did- Did my son just say his first words in a language I can’t even understand?”
“It would seem so, Potter,” Regulus said, watching James with a raised brow. He seemed to be the least phased out of it all, aside from Voldemort and Harry himself, and instead looked rather amused if anything. “At least you were present for it.”
A laugh, though short and quiet, came from Voldemort, giving James yet another shock. Because who knew the man could laugh ? Apparently tonight was the night of trying to give James a heart attack it seemed.
“You will be happy to know he called you Dada, even if it was in hisses.” Voldemort informed James, and surprisingly it did make him happy to know that.
New update for CitF!! I've gotten the next chapter started, and this one all edited, so I figured it was time to toss y'all another update <3 I hope you enjoy!!
