rating: 18+. mdni.
content: incest/twincest, physical descriptions are used
word count: 369
Valentine’s Day countdown masterlist
“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.”
Absolutely shocked by this question!!! Just kidding, I love you. I’m happy to talk about siricissa as much as you’d like <3
9.) Baths or showers together? Do they like elaborate ones with bubbles and flower petals?
Narcissa absolutely insists that she needs her alone time in the shower, but she always comes out of the shower pouting because Sirius didn’t join her; He’s annoyingly smug about this. They take baths together after having sex; the fanciest they get is drinking wine in the tub, Narcissa also likes to light a candle.
24.) What are their favorite places to kiss on their partner? What are their favorite types of kisses?
Totally stealing this from your fic Inked Daffodil (everyone go read it), but Narcissa is always kissing his tattoos, especially the daffodil over his heart. Sirius likes to be kiss her hands in a mock show of being a gentleman. And then he kisses over her wedding ring <3 Also for favorite types of kisses: does bloody count? 😅
"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.
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…
stepbrother regulus finding out orion has been fucking/molesting you…
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: stepcest or incest, molestation, implied noncon
regulus wasn’t surprised. not at all, actually. it was only natural for a family like his. still, regulus felt something akin to jealousy when he saw you standing beside your fathers office chair behind his desk, your skirt shed. he watched his fathers fingers, slip between your delicate folds, splitting open the lips and regulus could almost see the small bud of your clit peeking out of its hood. you stood perfectly still, an obedient little thing with your hands clasped and held by your chest, something regulus himself had taught you to make sure you didn’t interfere with his own molestation.
regulus lingered by the door, watching as your fathers aged fingers played with your sweet pussy regulus would devour as soon as his father was done with you. he couldn’t hear the words uttered by the older man but when regulus saw you climb atop the wooden desk, gently sliding the unfinished papers to the side, he knew what was coming and he couldn’t help the slight twitch in his trousers.
you spread your legs, planting your feet far apart as you displayed your pretty cunt to your father. regulus nearly groaned as he saw the slick folds, the familiar sight of your little clit and clenching hole making him want to barge inside and take you first. he clenched his fists, his dull nails sinking into his palm as his father leaned in, inhaling the sweet aroma of your arousal, his tongue flicking your folds only once. you squirm.
“are you only going to kiss it today, daddy?”
oh, regulus almost moans at that.
you always shook your head when regulus demanded you use that name for him and now he knows why. you had been moaning it to your father instead, letting him lick and suck on your pussy without a word of protest, likely waiting obediently for regulus or sirius to summon you, too.
“no,” orion chuckles, pressing a peck to your inner thigh, “you’re getting fucked by daddy today.” orion stands, sliding off his belt and unbuttoning his pants as he stares at your exposed pussy, his greedy fingers occasionally sliding up your glistening slit. “are you excited, sweet girl? dad hasn’t fucked this little cunt in a long time, right?”
you nod, “yes. not since mom came back. sirius said you don’t like me anymore.”
regulus’s jaw ticks. sirius had known but hadn’t bothered to tell him. he’d give him an earful next time he saw him.
regulus focuses again. his fathers cock isn’t as long as his, but it’s girthier. regulus knows you’ll cry. you always do when sirius fucks you, stretching you wide rather than deep like regulus’s long cock does.
regulus is correct, of course. you start to cry as soon as orion’s tip stretches your little hole but you don’t dare complain. regulus finds that a little odd. you did nothing but whine and complain whenever regulus hurt you, moaning about how he was too big, too rough, too much. it almost makes him wonder what your father had subjected you to when you did complain. the thought is oddly thrilling.
his father doesn’t move very fast, his aging body leaving him to fuck you slowly, lacking the youthful eagerness that he and sirius have. his silver hair starts sticking to his forehead as he spreads your legs further.
“oh, babygirl…” he groans, tossing your knees over his elbows, “look at you… such a sweet thing… your mom hasn’t been this tight in ages.”
regulus can’t help it then, sliding his hands down the front of his pants. he massages his cock, nibbling on his lip as he watches you fight the urge to whimper and squirm, a distant thought of his father and mother tangled in their sheets, engaged in sin.
he watches intently, jerking his dick quickly as he waits his turn.
hi there!! I love your fics. could you please do a part 2 to the fic where regulus finds out orion has been molesting reader? (your recent fic)
thank you so much!
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: incest, blackcest, free use, non/dubcon
first post
regulus caught you before you could wash up. his prick still painfully hard as he was unable to reach his peak by simply watching your father fuck you stupid. you had limped out of father’s office blubbering, sent away with a harsh scold when you failed to cum after he told you to. you never learned.
now, you smelled like sweat and father’s musk, your juices drenching your cunt and thighs, father’s load trickling out of your little hole when regulus had bent you over. regulus comforted you—well, as much as he could when his brain was being turned to mush—as he rutted in and out of you. you were lucky it wasn’t sirius who had found you or you would’ve cried harder. crybaby, regulus fleetingly thought.
it was gross, looking down to see the old man’s thick semen messily painted over your ass, splattered over your plush flesh with each cruel snap of regulus’s hips. he knows you feel it, the sloshing and stirring of semen in your belly as your brother fucked you thoroughly, chasing the high he deserved.
regulus felt it too. he felt the slick slide, the lubrication provided by his father’s release. you normally weren’t so wet. regulus was always done before you could be, his erratic and inexperienced thrusts bringing him to his peak before you could get anything out of your coupling. not that regulus particularly cared. you’d smile contentedly at him when he gave you a simple kiss or even a pat on the head. it was more than father or sirius ever did. they only ever left you a crying mess. still, you never complained. you didn’t know you were allowed to.
eiffel tower pose with step brother sirius and stepbrother regulus??
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: stepcest/incest (whichever), blackcest
sirius is warmer. perhaps it’s the long locks grazing your ears, or maybe his hot breath as he mouths eagerly at your neck. his searing tongue swirling and sharp canines biting the sensitive skin. his back is flush against yours, every lean muscle molding into the bare flesh of your back with a thin layer of sweat.
regulus runs cold. his fingers still freezing as he circles your clit with his digits despite the long hours your brothers spent in your bedroom. he’s gentler, his lips laying tender kisses on your left shoulder, his eyes shut as he sucks. his curls are courser than sirius’s, shorter, too. you feel the difference against your ear when his head suddenly swivels in sirius’s direction.
“stop touching me, sirius,” he sneers, his fingers momentarily stopping their movements on your sensitive bud.
“I’m not doing it on purpose,” sirius responds, his teeth still grazing your throat before nibbling lightly. “why would I touch you when we have this pretty little thing right here?” his hand slithers down your side, squeezing your hip. you drop your head forward, landing on regulus’s cold shoulder.
the shoulder tenses as regulus snaps at your older brother. “you grabbed my ass!”
you snort between a moan as sirius’s hips never stop their thrusts into the tight ring of your ass. you push your elbow back, jabbing his side. “dick.”
sirius hisses, biting your neck harshly. “he’s a prude, sister,” he mumbles in your ear.
regulus scoffs, his hips delivering a harsh thrust that makes you gasp. “am not.” he lays another soft kiss on your shoulder in apology. “I just don’t want you to try to put your finger in my ass. again.”
you feel sirius shrug behind you, grunting deeply as he pushed his cock as deep as he can go. his hands grip your hips, your flesh bulging through his fingers. “no fun.” he lifts his head, chin on your shoulder as he gives regulus a grin, eyes half-lidded. “you can grab mine.”
regulus huffs in disgust but his cheeks flush a light pink. “as if. that’s disgusting.”
sirius raises a brow, one of his hands leaving your hip to tilt your head towards him, giving you a deep lingering kiss. “fucking your sister isn’t?”
regulus flushes brighter, burying his face in your neck to hide the pink hue. he starts circling your clit again, making your knees go weak. you moan into sirius’s mouth as he gives you another kiss. “leave him alone,” you say, a small grin on your face despite your words.
“don’t act like it’s not something you’d like to see,” he murmurs against your mouth. “he’d like it, too. bet I’m real t-“
regulus cuts him off with a sudden shove. “stop. just finish already, will you?”
