death eater!regulus finding out the extent of his power. realizing he has the power to do whatever he wants and no one will tell him not to, if anything they’ll reward him for his cruel and twisted methods. when he finally has you at his mercy, he gets so hard it makes his stomach twist and clench in a way it never has before. it’s his first time truly having a victim all to himself with the only instruction being to make you submit. without anyone else’s eyes on him, he begins to attack you. he rips off your clothes and pulls down his pants, forcing himself into you. he feels slight disgust with himself for fucking a muggleborn but the dynamic of it all makes him shove the feeling down and satisfy himself.
regulus who trains innocent stepsister!reader to tell him anytime she’s horny so he can eat her out to “cure her” because “she shouldn’t be feeling that way angel, it’s shameful, but no one needs to know, i’ll just help you out”
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: stepcest, oral (f)
“always so sick, sweet thing,” regulus murmurs along the skin of your thigh, his lips grazing the flesh. “what’s going on with you, hm?” he nibbles softly at the plush skin, running his tongue over the area.
you let out a stuttered exhale, looking down at the messy head of curls between your parted legs, his dark eyes shining. regulus’s dress shirt remains unperturbed, not a wrinkle in sight despite being buried between your legs since he’s gotten home. “I don’t know…”
“you don’t know?” regulus’s eyes disappear beneath your skirt, his pink tongue flicking your swollen, sensitive nub. you shudder, thighs flexing as you resist the urge to squirm, having been reprimanded time and time again. “don’t tell me you’ve been having those thoughts again…”
your cheeks begin to burn, feeling grateful for the fabric of your skirt obscuring his view of you. “I haven’t…”
“good,” regulus lays a wet kiss along your clit. “it’s not okay to have thoughts like that about your brother…” his tongue dips down, drawing more slick from your clenching hole, “I’m doing this to help you, not to have you thinking disgusting thoughts about me, you sick little angel.”
you bite your lip, “I don’t. it just hurts… always hurts…” regulus hums, the vibration making you whine softly. you can’t help the small jerk of your hip, aching to pull him closer.
“I can see that, angel,” he murmurs, slick sounds coming from beneath your flared skirt. “it’s so messy down here… drooling all over my tongue…”
your back arches slightly, his tongue flicking and licking against you deliciously. “but don’t worry,” he purrs, “you always come to me, okay?”
regulus has never looked a girl like you before. not in the way he looks at you, or in any way, really. girls like you don’t deserve a second glance, that was something that was forced into his mind since he was young. regulus is meant for better things and he knows it. he never saw anything wrong with it. you’re simply a pretty face and enticing physique. you have nothing to offer regulus. nothing that he needs. unfortunately, though, you do have something that he wants.
regulus often finds his eyes wandering to the plush pillows of your thighs. the way they spill over the high socks you wear. the way they pool in your seat when you sit, short skirt riding up your leg and exposing more of the soft flesh. the way you knead them as peers approach you, your anxiety making you fidget as it isn’t a common occurrence.
regulus especially likes it when you’re bent over, carelessly letting your dress ride up your legs, the extra pillowy flesh that conceals your puffy pussy exposed for everyone to see. well, regulus believes you’re so careless because you think no one is looking. and you’re right, for the most part. because regulus sees. he’s the only one who sees and that thought makes him feel conflicted.
the rest of your shared peers are beneath him. they know it, he knows it. it almost feels embarrassing for him to feel an ache between his thighs as he watches you while everyone else seems to be preoccupied with anything and everything else, not sparing you a glance or even a fleeting thought.
but regulus thinks of you often. your silky skin and how it would feel. the color of your skin and how it would look pressed against his. your pretty lips sucking him dry, red tongue lapping at his cock. the rippling of your ass as he takes you from behind. your thighs pressed against his ears as he shamefully but eagerly buries his face between them. your flesh bulging between his fingers.
regulus hates to think of them as fantasies but that’s exactly what they are. or rather, were. regulus doesn’t like not having what he wants. everything he ever wished for he got. as it should be. but you were never anything regulus pursued because of the shame he felt for looking at you this way in the first place.
regulus has to be smart about it. calculated. careful. the plan has to be executed perfectly because regulus just can’t resist anymore. he wants. he yearns.
regulus will be quick with it. while he wants to do so much, take his time, he knows he has limits. you aren’t going to be an issue. regulus wholeheartedly believes that. not only are you shy, but you’re worthless in everyone’s eyes. even if you had the guts to snitch, no one would believe your word against his.
regulus black? with you? it’s laughable even in his head. even when he knows it will be true.
because regulus will have you.
regulus will have you beneath him, hand clasped over your quivering pout. hips lodged between soft trembling thighs. cock rutting between slick folds and your tight, drooling hole. regulus will circle his fingers around your swollen clit, the stimulation making you cry out and clench around him.
regulus will leave you wanting despite the protests leaving your mouth because regulus won’t ask. regulus doesn’t have to ask. he won’t waste his time. he won’t hurt his pride. he won’t make you feel like you’re anything more than what you are. instead, regulus will show you just how far someone can go and how little you can do about it.
regulus watches you now, the hem of your skirt swaying with each step, disturbed by each blow of wind. he takes in the color of it, the fit, the length, how much of your thighs he can see without any disturbance. he almost considers making today the day seeing as his cock already ached to stiffen in his pants, but he decides against it. campus is bustling with students, professors, middle-aged women walking their dogs with a seductive sway that pathetically calls out for attention.
perhaps tomorrow will work. tomorrow regulus will take you, rape you, use you. he shivers despite the warm breeze, hoping you can feel his predatory gaze following your every move.
it didn't seem like it, but regulus was all too willing. his mind was spinning in excitement at his mother's plan. her insistence to maintain their pureblood status had led her to believe that this was the only way to keep it. regulus was instructed to impregnate you by any means necessary.
sirius had gone insane. "they're siblings!" he exclaimed time after time. stepsiblings, regulus wanted to say. not that it really mattered. the black family is no stranger to incestuous relationships.
and regulus had been dreaming of an opportunity to fuck you, to bury himself deep inside you and fill you to the brim with the next heir. his once sweet stepsister who was now headed down the wrong path, infatuated with some useless muggle. his mother would never allow such a thing, and neither would he, especially now.
your nails were no match, your words even less. you're my stepbrother. you're hurting me. regulus, please. your pleas went in one ear and out the other, his pleasure drowning out the noises. his focus on the way your silky walls clenched around his twitching prick, unconsciously begging for his seed to breach your fertile womb, and regulus refused to stop until it did.
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.”
mean!stepbrother!regulus makes you cry he can jerk off to your teary face and runny rose. he pumps himself hard and fast as he stares at the glistening streaks of tears that roll down your cheeks and over the curve of your chin. you look so much prettier with your eyes red and your lips quivering, making him twitch in his hand and leak from the head of his cock. you look so upset as you rub the snot from your nose, pouting as you hang your head, unaware of the relentless twists of his hands
