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 had taken to bothering you even when no one was around to see. what had started as a tactic to get people to fear him turned into some odd act of comfort for him. you didn't matter. you were a nobody. you both knew no one was going to stop him from the very first time regulus made you cry. and to this day, nobody ever has.
spewing cruel words at you served as a replacement for the words he wished he could say to those who truly deserved it. those who hurt him or underestimated him. petty insults, really, but still as cruel as a child could be.
as you grew older and regulus's mind began to picture you in other ways, as much as he hated you, he couldn't deny that you were beautiful. it was a look that lingered too long or a touch that pushed boundaries just enough to keep you quiet about it. but, his hormones could only be suppressed for so long.
one day, as you stumbled to the ground as he gave you a harsh shove, he caught sight of your pretty cotton panties, and blood had rushed downwards faster than he thought possible. his hand moved, slapping the globes of your ass hesitantly, groping the flesh quickly before letting go, his face red and scorching. when no punishment ensued, he realized you would never speak a word, no matter what he did.
regulus had only gotten worse, unable to contain himself. the face you made when you cried went from a comedic sight to an arousing one. regulus felt a shiver run down his spine, the very second your waterlined brimmed with tears, the second your lip slightly wobbled. without fail, his trousers tightened, his heart sped up, and his fingers itched to touch you again. strike you, pull you, grope you. he couldn't get enough of the feeling of your skin, your warmth, no matter the things he had to do to feel you.
today was different. regulus was angry, which, while not uncommon, his anger was different. he was furious, having expected the girl he had been pursuing to let him into her bed as she promised. regulus had angrily left her apartment, seething as his cock throbbed with need. you, unfortunately, happened to be around, forced to attend yet another dinner in his home.
it was easy for regulus to get you alone. a charming grin and level voice as he expressed his want to speak to you following his abrupt arrival. and soon enough, regulus had his cock in your mouth, both hands roughly yanking your hair as he brutally fucked your face. regulus had almost cum immediately as your hot mouth wrapped around his girth.
"merlin, fuck," he said through gritted teeth, shoving your face against his pelvis. you hit his thighs, gagging and spluttering as he held you there. his muscles trembled as he groaned deeply, his toes curling in his shoes as his balls tightened. your body instinctively tried to pull away.
"oh, stop. stop moving," he panted, pulling cruelly on your hair as he forced your head away from him.
he leaned down to your level, his hand meeting your cheek in a cruel slap. "what the fuck did i just say?"
"sorry," you croaked. "i'm... s-sorry."
regulus scanned your face, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your now smudged lipstick and swollen lips. his eyes met yours, the redness of yours, the pain inside them made his cock throb as he spoke, "then put your hands down and keep that fucking mouth open."
content: noncon, dark!regulus, fem!squib!reader, use of the imperius curse, degradation, objectification
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Regulus didn’t really think he’d have to use it.
You were an obedient thing, eager to serve. And under the impression that he and the others were part of the order, you did just about anything he asked.
You were easy to fool, unaware of any wizarding politics after you were casted away following the reveal of your powers. Or lack there of. Your squib status was all over the daily prophet. He remembered scowling at the moving photo of you behind your parents, looking pathetically weak.
Regulus didn’t understand why he was so infatuated with a filthy squib like you. Much less why you hadn’t seemed to catch on. You just seemed so attentive and observant. The wheels in your mind always seemed to be turning as you tried to piece everything together from the little Regulus and the other death eaters spoke.
But you still couldn’t grasp the meaning of Regulus’ wandering hand and suggestive tone, ignoring his advances completely as your mind was occupied with trying to conspicuously draw information from him. You hadn’t managed to deceive him.
The eagerness to help was to make up for your feelings of inadequacy, he knew that, but the glimmering eyes and growing pupils that would look up at him as you nodded your head, thanking him for allowing you to help made his mind spin with thoughts. His fantasies plagued his mind more often than he cared to admit, embarrassed by the subject of his desire and the fact that he was somehow still yearning when he could just have you.
Regulus expected immediate reciprocation of his fervent touch but instead, he was pushed away mere seconds after his lips touched yours, tongue invading your mouth to taste you instantly. His brow raised as he kept a grip on your shoulder, taking in your widened eyes and your wet lips.
The taste of your lips lingered on his tongue as he stared at you, ears filled with cotton as words flew from your mouth. He cared very little about what you had to say but he loved to watch your mouth tumble open as you fumbled your words before stopping to lick your lips, collecting the remnants of his spit.
He leaned in again, a breathy, "relax," fanning your neck as he pecked the delicate skin he had been waiting to mark. You squirmed, wiggling out of his grasp and staring at him in disbelief with an underlying tinge of fear.
Regulus' patience was already running thin. He was just trying to get off before returning his focus to serving the Dark Lord. You were a useless squib who should've been begging for his touch, realizing that was the only way you were useful.
His wand pressed against your throat and the imperius curse was on his tongue as he pinned you to the wall. Your eyes glazed over, hands dropping to your sides and pleads coming to a halt. You were awaiting his command.
"Are you done?" He asked, condescension dripping from his tone.
You nodded dumbly, "yes."
"Are you gonna let me use you now, squib?" You blinked as he leaned in closer, "you gonna spread those legs for me?"
Another nod, "yes."
"You're a dumb little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, cupping your pretty face. "Kiss me."
Your eyes flickered to lips for a second before you tilted your face upwards, mouth puckered cutely as you pressed your lips to his. It was a light peck, over much too quickly. Regulus licked his lips as you leaned away from him.
"You can do better than that," he said, "kiss me like you mean it."
You leaned back in, giving him a desperate open-mouthed kiss. Your tongue met his, caressing the muscle with your own before you pulled away, suckling on it. Regulus groaned, of course you'd be a good little slut. What else could a weak girl like you possibly be good at?
You looked at him expectantly, lashes fluttering as you as you leaned back in. He could feel your thighs press together, hips moving as he began to slowly grind against you.
His hands slid down your body, bunching around the hem of your skirt and pushing it downwards, "get rid of it."
You obeyed, pressing your thighs together as your cunt was revealed. He took a deep breath, grabbing your face once again to connect your lips and somehow his movements were even more desperate than before as his hand reached your heat. You were so much warmer and softer than he imagined. You tightened around his fingers instantly as he moved you towards your bed.
The head of his cock, poked at your pussy as his tongue roamed your useless mouth. You stayed still, almost in a paralyzed state as his hands roamed your skin and his cock humped the lips of your core.
Your body jolted and you gasped, a tremble moving up your body as a high whine left your lips. Regulus pulled away instantly, catching the final seconds of your orgasm. Your lips were still parted, visibly swollen and your eyes were glazed, struggling to stay open as all the air escaped your lungs.
He felt disgusted by himself for feeling the need to see you do it again. He wanted to watch the way your body changed as you felt the climax building until it reached it's peak. He wanted to feel your body tense and your hole clench around his cock as he fucked into you.
Regulus found your opening easily, slipping in even easier with the help of your dripping slick. Your thighs shook and tried to close instinctively. "Stop," he muttered, "keep them nice and wide."
He relished in the way your pussy pulsed around him and tears began to fill your waterline, no doubt from the sensitivity of your orgasm lingering and the intrusion of his cock becoming deeper with every thrust of his hips.
You felt amazing, an obedient little slut forced to obey his every wish. Regulus thought all squibs should be met with this fate. But no other hole would feel as delicious as you and your warmth.
You came again, fingers digging into the sheets as your back arched and you convulsed. You were even prettier the second time, empty eyes dripping crystals. He felt himself getting closer to his own orgasm as his hips pounded into you sloppily.
"Finally useful," he panted as he spilled into you. He could feel his release shooting deep inside you in ropes. "Aren't you so grateful for me?" Regulus' stomach tightened and he let out a deep moan, feeling himself come down from his climax.
fandom harry potter / the marauders masterlist coming soon
featuring yandere!death eater!regulus black x reader ( f! )
rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.
content warning this is a dark fic. murder ( parricide, to be exact ), graphic depiction of death, obsession, gaslighting, suggested kidnapping.
summary they were trying to take you away from him.
word count 1.7k / mini musing
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a chilly, February wind laced with ice cuts through your cloak, whipping it around your frame. you dip your head forward to keep the hood from flying off, one frozen hand working the key into the lock of the massive door. however, as soon as you apply pressure, the key spins, no click, and the hinges moan when the door inches open. for a moment, you can’t find your breath— staring into the darkened interior. your father’s voice echoes in your mind.
They won’t find us here. We’ll be safe.
gripping your bag, fumbling for your wand, you take a hesitant step inside and out of the snow. it’s not your childhood home, that’s for sure. your mother said it belonged to a distant relative who’d passed and left it to her. you’d never even heard about it before, but for the past two months, the secluded manor had been the only haven in the world.
“M—mum?” you whisper into the darkness, too frightened of what might be lurking in the deepest shadows to conjure any light. “Dad?” another, slow set of steps inside; the wind howls and batters the shutters against the windows on the second floor, loud enough to startle you. squinting, you can make out a faint, warm glow in the den from the archway as you approach it. you recognized the dancing light against the wall as a fire cracking in the furnace. “Dad? Is that you?” you ask again, once you’re just about to creep through the archway.
“What did they say to you?” your heart might as well have ceased to beat altogether when you see Regulus. he doesn’t even look up from the flames dancing, face twisted into a solemn expression, eyes sunken.
you hold your wand tight to your side, staring warily, but you come no closer than the archway. you hadn’t seen him since your family abandoned the Dark Lord; your last encounter had been such a pleasant one— and you remembered how warm your cheeks had been with a shy blush when he’d kissed you. it was a far cry from how chilled to the very bone you feel now. “Regulus…” you whisper, almost afraid to speak any louder. who else was here, lurking? “Where are they?”
“What did they say to you to make you come with them to this place?” he repeats in a quiet hiss, lip curling in disgust. he’s seated in the black velvet armchair, both hands gripping the armrests so tightly you can see the fabric yielding under his fingers.
you’re fixated on them, taking note of the broken skin on his knuckles, swollen and irritated. “They— they told me that the Dark L—“ you pause, shaking your head, “that he would come for me. That I would become a death eater. Like them…”
“Like me.”
you nod, swallowing around a lump in your throat. “Yes.”
“When the Dark Lord came for you, he was going to give us his blessing. Did they tell you that? Was that so bad to imagine? Being with me? Marrying me? Loving me?” Regulus sniffs, probably from the cold, or perhaps his swollen eyes and red nose was from crying. you couldn’t tell from where you stood, and you couldn’t convince your legs to carry you closer. you try to shake your head, but no words would make their way to your lips in defense. “They poisoned you against the Dark Lord. And against me.”
you can’t stop your teeth from chattering, your breath leaking from your lips in white puffs. “P—please, Regulus,” you could feel warm tears threatening to fall, but you blink to keep them back. “Please just tell me where they are.”
he doesn’t even look up when he hears the quiver in your voice— as if he was numb to it. “Upstairs.”
knowing that your parents were in the eerily silent, freezing house was somehow worse than being here alone with Regulus, and you take a step back, a slow one, staring at the figure in the chair. he doesn’t move an inch, and so you take another one. and another one. not even a budge. so, you spin on your heels and bolt up the winding stairway.
you take them two at a time, gripping the bannister— the wood is splintered and chipping, and it scrapes against your numb fingers until it feels like your skin is splitting open. your heart running like an engine by the time you reach the landing, you can hardly keep your hyperventilating under control as your eyes fall upon a scene that paralyzes you.
the door to the bedroom has been blown off, and lays in miserable pieces. through the massive gap, you can see them— both of them, on the floor. your father bent backwards over your mother, as if he were protecting her when he was struck down. “No.” this felt like a bad dream, something your subconscious would paint to frighten you as a child. it couldn’t be real. this couldn’t really be happening, could it? you step over the rubble in what used to be the doorway, too stunned to fully comprehend exactly what it is you were seeing. faint footsteps make their way up the stairs, slow, but the sound fades to the back of your mind as you approach your parents. “You— you promised.” you whisper, breath shaky when you drop to your knees beside your father’s corpse. he’s practically grey, eyes hazy, mouth open as if his last words were still upon his lips. “You promised we’d be sa—safe here!”
“He lied to you, dearest.”
your head snaps up and you see Regulus standing there, looking down at you. twin tears race down your cheeks. “What—“
“He’s lied to you so many times. He didn’t know how to tell you the truth. I do. If you come with me now, love, I’ll tell you all of the truths behind the lies they made you believe. I would never, ever lie to you. Not like they did.”
“What did you do?!” you scramble to your feet; your heartbroken scream catches him off guard. “Regulus, what have you done?!” pointing your wand in his direction, you press yourself into the furthest corner of the room.
Regulus looks bemused, even offended, that you would cower away from him, and he approaches you, stepping over your parents’ bodies as if they were no more than an overturned piece of furniture. “What do you mean? Why are you so upset? Darling, can’t you see? They took you away from me!” you were shaking your head, mumbling under your ragged breath for him to stay away, but either he didn’t hear or he was choosing to ignore you, because he pressed forward. “They we’re trying to keep us apart! The Dark Lord, he— he wants us to be together. That’s why you have to come back to us. Come back to me. But they weren’t going to let you,” when he says your name it’s a soft and sweet song on his couplet, and more steaming, salty tears flood your face. “They didn’t want us to be happy, they didn’t want you to be happy.”
“You’re lying!”
“I’m not!” Regulus roars, urging closer, “They were in the way of us. They were hiding you from me. So, I erased them. I solved the problem. Dearest, why are you crying? I did it for you! I did it for us!”
you jab his chest with the tip of the wand, shaking your head as you sob. he pauses, looks down at the wand, and then back up at you. “What will you do with that? Will you kill me? After all I’ve done for you?”
you scoff, unable to believe what you were hearing, choking on the taste of your tears. “You killed my family—“
“For you! Because I love you that much!” he interrupts, voice booming loud enough to have you recoiling into the corner. you wished you could simply melt into it and disappear. your stomach churned with sickness. “Don’t you see that?! You were their prisoner— their property. I freed you!” you could hear the frustration rising in his voice like boiling water, and you falter for a moment, but a moment is all he needs.
wrenching the wand from your quivering fist, he breaks it in two over his knee and tosses the halves behind him.
your one and only line of defense had now dissipated right before your eyes. he reaches for your waist as he calls your name, but you push at his face instead. “Regulus, no!”
Regulus sighs, grabbing both of your wrists instead, and pulls you from the corner. you stumble over your own feet, squirming as he crosses your arms in front of you in an X, hugging you from behind. “Don’t be upset,” he whispers, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and kissing it softly, “please don’t be upset.”
writhing against him, you’d hoped to shimmy your way out, but his hug was constricting, an inescapable vice. “Just— let me go… please…”
“I can’t do that.” he mutters, and you double over, bawling hopelessly. the only thing keeping you from toppling to the floor was him, holding you close. his lips leave a trail of burning wildfire up your neck and over your wet cheek. “Don’t cry, shhh, shh. It’s the only way we can be together. Trust me, darling, we’re going to be happy when you take the mark.”
the mark.
The Dark Mark.
you buck fiercely against Regulus in protest, shrieking for help from anyone— only it was just the two of you as he drags you from the room. grunting as you try to dig your heels in to the floor, he pulls you up in to the air, your legs flailing— your foot connects with a portion of the bannister and breaks chunks of rotten wood off. “No! Let me go! I hate you! Stop!”
“You can hate me.” he mumbles through gritted teeth, suppressing your resistance as he carries you, one step at a time. “Kick and scream. Hurt me, if that’s what you want. Just don’t leave me.” the front door is open and waiting, just as you’d left it, and now, you were wishing you had closed and locked it. that might’ve bought you some time. however, Regulus plucks you from the house, pulling you into the snow with ease. “You can never leave me again. I’ll make sure of it.”
