rating: 18+. mdni.
content: incest/twincest, physical descriptions are used
word count: 369
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“Mother and father do not seem to care,” Regulus states, his arms over his chest. His buttons are open just a tad too much. A tad too scandalously. The fourth button popped as if it were meant to be. You looked away with flushed cheeks. Your snow-colored skin stained with a bright flush.
”Mother and father are weird,” you fire back, tone stern.
Regulus snorts at your words. “Weird, you say? You’re so juvenile, sister. The Black’s have done this for generations.” He pats the bed beside him, “come.”
You shake your head, holding your ground. “No. Sirius said your mind is poisoned. He said you said something dirty about me.”
”So what if I did?” He counters, head tilted to the right. “You are my betrothed. Desire is only natural.”
You scowl slightly, “don’t be disgusting. Mother said-“
”Oh, shut it, will you?”
You pause as your twin brother stands, his eyes boring into yours as he approaches. You look up at him, smaller, softer, weaker. “Don’t act like a child. It’s unbecoming of a woman of your caliber. Because that is what you are now. A woman. My woman.”
You shudder as a large hand trails over your collarbone, touch gentle as it ghosts over the top of your dress. His palm engulfs your delicate breast, padded with only your thin nightgown.
“See these?” His eyes meet yours again, “you’re no child. Enough of this crying to mommy.”
You swallow, looking at the man in front of you. Looking as familiar as your reflection in the mirror. Because that is what he is. You. Only, so different now. You had almost begun to fear him. Almost.
”You should be thankful mother and father chose us to marry.” His hand lingers on your breast, eyes glancing down where your cleavage disappeared beneath silk. “Would you rather someone else? Some filthy man to paw at your sweet skin?” He squeezes the flesh tenderly, “or me? Your brother who will never dream of harming you, my sweet girl.”
His hand finally leaves your chest and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Just be good and let this happen. I’ll make sure you yearn for me.”
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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SUMMARY: Regulus wants to see you, even if it’s in the middle of the night while you’re sleeping.
WARNINGS: Stalking; Non Consensual Touching; Somnophilia; Obsession; Stealing Panties
AN: Please, reblog and give me feeback.
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“Lumus.” the tip of his wand lights up, allowing Regulus to see the disposition of your dorm.
It’s filled with darkness and the sounds of a girl lightly snoring are the only sound that he can hear. What he’s doing is risky but he needs this, to be close to you. It’s a desperate need, a burning desire that won’t let him rest in peace.
Regulus is quick to find your bed, immediately heading towards it after shutting down the light from the spell. He doesn’t want to wake you up plus your bed is right next to the window, the moonlight casting its dim brightness over your bed.
You're sprawled out on the bed, sheets laying half on the floor as you sleep on your side. You sleep soundly, the night gown raised enough to allow him to have a good view of your panties.
A few hair strands are glued to your face and he reaches out to remove them, his fingers taking the chance to lovingly rub your cheek. You look adorable while sleeping.
His hand lowers down, running his fingers through your body. A pleasant warmness fills him when he comes in contact with your clothed chest, the round shape of your breast is too inviting and Regulus can’t stop himself from giving it a light squeeze.
His dark eyes immediately look at you but you remain blissfully asleep, completely unaware of his presence. He takes the chance to trail downwards towards your legs but as soon as his hand touches your skin, he’s taken by a dangerous urge.
Regulus quickly puts his hand inside your gown, pulling down your panties in a swift movement. With the lack of light, it’s hard to decipher what color they are but it doesn’t matter, they’re yours and now, his.
A proud smile makes its way towards his face as he approaches the panties to his nose, taking a deep sniff. They smell like you and to have such intime piece of underwear of yours, makes his cock feel alive.
Regulus wants to do something, the desire to jerk off right there with you sleeping is strong but a ruffling noise of a girl moving in her bed makes him weary.
Not today. Regulus decides as he stuffs your panties inside his pocket. He can’t stay too long, he doesn’t want to get caught in the girls dorm while holding your panties.
Leaning down, he presses a kiss on the skin of your leg before turning around and silently leaving.
Feral Regulus Black before he goes horocrux hunting, hell, before he even takes the mark, decides to take out the heirs that both supported this madman and hurt his brother.
Queue several sacred 28 family manors having bodies dropped at their front gates
And the missing heads adorning the walls at Grimmauld place, mounted beside the house elves that served the Black family.
When asked, the answer is given that
“Heirs who chose to debase themselves like elves to a madman who dare call himself a Lord,
yet still have the audacity to spill Black blood
are put to rest like vermin they chose to become.
Their blood debt is paid, your family still stands.”
"mother makes sounds," regulus breathes, bare pale chest rising and falling quicker than usual as he gazes up at you perched on his hips.
"I can't. you said to be quiet." you stop your bouncing and rest on top of him. he shifts beneath your weight, his cock leaking against his stomach where it lays flat. your slick lips part around his shaft, the scorching heat making his eyes flutter. you tuck short inky curls behind your ear as you look down at him, longer coils draped over your exposed breasts.
regulus's fingers twitch, aching to push your hair over your shoulders and take in the unfamiliar sight of your bare skin. the milky expanse of your collarbones to the swell of your chest and expanse of your tummy. "just... just try."
“I don’t like this game,” you huff, resuming the bouncing on his hard cock. your cheeks heat as you begin to mimic the moans of pleasure you’d heard from your mother. you glance down, watching sticky strings of slick connect you to your brother as you work on top of him.
regulus’s eyes shut, his face contorting as an unfamiliar heat pools in his lower belly. “just a little longer,” he says through gritted teeth. “we can play your game next.”
perhaps regulus did feel guilty. but, it was too late to back out now. his tip was already being deliciously squeezed by your resistant hole. his heated flesh was already stuck to your back.
he pushes in further, his eyes shut as tightly as possible as his hand is clamped over your mouth. tears fall against his hand and pooling between his thin fingers. a groan catches in his throat at the same time a pained sob leaves yours, muffled slightly by his palm. regulus panics briefly, attempting to focus past the pleasure to hear for any sign of movement in the still home.
father had warned regulus and sirius against this very act. orion was possessive, especially about you. only orion was allowed to do this. it is a fathers right to claim his daughter, he’d say. and the two sons had dutifully behaved. perhaps one day they would have their own daughter.
it wasn’t until sirius had made a passing comment that the idea of fucking you took root in his mind and grew with each day. you’re twins. she is more yours than his, sirius said. and regulus couldn’t help but agree. you are his. you are his girl. you fear father. you don’t fear regulus. you love regulus. adore him. so, regulus thought that he, too, had the right to claim you.
so, here you are, forced down underneath unfamiliar weight but the familiar resistance and pain between your legs as regulus’s body starts to react and his hips rut in and out of you. regulus hopes you can’t notice his inexperience, though he also knows that’s likely the last thing on your mind. regulus at least hopes it’s more bearable because he does feel a little guilty.
content: noncon, forced pregnancy, stalking, mention of menstrual blood
the young man had expected the change to be more drastic. he was hoping it would be anyway. he wanted everyone to know you had been claimed. he wanted to see you fret just to see what you would do. regulus knew you were always a smart little thing, having helped his elder cousin pass her courses with flying colors when everyone in his family was convinced she couldn't do so much as remember her own address. but over the last few months, regulus had been watching you swell. the change was small, and regulus was convinced even you didn't know. you still thought you were a virgin, after all.
you weren't, of course. regulus had taken care of that years ago. regulus had slipped the tiny pill into your drink when your head was turned, your cheeks already flushed from the drinks you'd had. you felt so good when he took you. his youthful hormones couldn't wait to get to his bedroom. he feared he would burst in his trousers before he managed to mount you, so he took you right then. on the floor in the middle of the hallway. he remembered it so vividly. it was the memory he thought of every time he had to satisfy himself in his bedroom and cum into the palm of his hand instead of the tight warmth of your cunt.
you were both older now and regulus had grown fearful that soon you'd outgrow your fear of a partner. soon, you'd be hanging off the arm of another man. he wouldn't allow it. so he'd begun to follow you. trail behind you in the shadows, just out of sight. he kept track of the bloody tissues in your bathroom, the scent intoxicating as he held it to his nose, pulling on his cock as he knew it'd be too messy to rape you during that week. he wouldn't be able to hide the stains on the sheets.
your cycle was inconsistent and it irked him. it took him far too long to track the peak of your ovulation but he persisted because he wanted to make sure it took. he took. that his seed merged with your fertile little egg that would eventually grow into a tiny baby. a result of his unwavering love for you.
and as he expected, it did. your tummy was now swollen. the small bump created by the fetus growing inside your womb. regulus had become insatiable since then, taking you as you slept soundly every night, his hand laid over his child as he pounded into you and mouthed at your breasts that would soon leak. but you had yet to catch on and he wondered how you deluded yourself into not worrying about the weight gain and the morning sickness, the nausea and stomach pain. the fourth missed period.
but regulus was a patient young heir, and he would follow you until the realization hit, waiting for his chance to be your savior.
the sheltered twins actually just did something to me😵💫 probably one of the best things i’ve read lately
i’d love to hear more of your thoughts on it.. if you have any of course. just wanted to let you know that was amazing
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: twincest/incest
idea idea !!!
twin!regulus and twin!reader who did not stop showering together after they were too old to do so. they don’t know thats not socially acceptable and think its normal. now that they’re grown, their feelings during their showers went from innocent to something much more twisted. they stare at each other and take in the sight of their blatant differences. where his chest is flat, yours is adorned by supple swells, nipples perked and pebbled and calling to him. his entire body heats internally as his soapy hands grope the flesh. in your minds he’s simply helping your get clean, unaware of what he’s actually doing. reg making reader stroke his hardened length with a soapy touch, eyes fluttering as you dutifully oblige, equally enjoying the weight and throbs against your hands and the throbs of your pussy…
pairing: stepbrother!sirius x reader x stepbrother!regulus
content: stepcest
“see, reggie?” sirius grunted, his head hung, a curtain of onyx hair shielding his face and the expression of pure bliss. “it’s not so hard to fucking share.”
regulus merely rolls his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest, further creasing what was once a crisp white dress shirt. “as if you would share, you selfish bastard. you never-“
sirius cuts him off with a groan. “I'm the oldest. I don’t need to share.” he finally lifts his head, his eyes instantly locking with yours as your chest heaves up and down in time with his thrusts. “much less our pretty sister. she was mine first.”
regulus scoffs, “it doesn’t work like that you sick freak. she-“
sirius cuts him off again, adding to regulus’s growing frustration. “reggie, shut up already. can’t you see that your older siblings are busy? go play or something.”
regulus scowls, unable to resist giving sirius a childish shove. he glares venomously, “idiot. you’re not even doing it right. you don’t know what she likes.”
you let out a whimper as sirius’s cock slips out of you as regulus shoves him, your pussy on full display to their eyes. you gasp, cold air from the room sending a shiver down your spine as it blows against your sore clit. your brothers don’t dote on you as they normally would at any sign of the smallest distress, focused on their childish argument. you pout further at the loss of attention. “would you two please just-“
sirius snarls at regulus, shoving him back. “and you do?” he scoffs, pushing his hair back with one hand, the other tangling into yours, yanking the hair tie from your hair. he wraps it around his silky locks, shorter strands of his messy haircut falling from the loose ponytail.
you yelp, slapping his hand. you rub your scalp with a pout, “sirius! that fucking hurt!”
sirius ignores you, his own breath rough and ragged, his cheeks flushed a soft pink as he’s focused on your younger brother. “you’re lucky she let you fuck her in the first place. baby.”
“don't patronize me, sirius.” regulus grits, “she came to me.” a smug smile then pulls at his lips as he takes in sirius’s glare as he tuts, tugging his slick cock. “she still does. and never has she spoken a word about you all of the countless times I’ve fucked her. every time she’s milked me dry all these years... I know exactly what she likes. does that make you jealous, brother?”
sirius rolls his jaw before answering, “hardly. of course she’d go to the baby first. probably pitied your micro-“
regulus shoves him again roughly, his cheeks reddening, “I’m bigger than you.”
your older brother snorts, settling between your legs again, mindlessly tapping the weeping tip of his cock against your throbbing mound. “sure you are. you probably fuck her like a little puppy in heat. no wonder she didn’t fight me off. she’s probably ready for a real man.”
you could practically feel the anger radiating off of regulus’s body, his arms tight inside his shirt, his fists gripping the bedsheets, jaw clenched so tightly you worry for his teeth. you sigh, exasperated, “reggie, please don’t get mad. I’ll…” you place your hand atop his, letting out a strangled whine as sirius slips back inside you, “I’ll let you have a go after siri, okay?”
