Hope & Heartache | Pbp

hope & heartache | pbp

synopsis ⇢ there’s something indescribably broken in your new neighbour. no one living in this building has a happy story, but the boy in 3b’s got ghosts in his eyes that he can’t hide, not even underneath his polite manners and awkward smiles. you didn’t plan on trying to figure him out, but star wars puns and scribbled napkin notes might open the road for both of you. if only he can afford to let you in.

↳ post-no way home so major spoilers

genre ⇢ light fluff, mostly angst

word count ⇢ 8.2k

note ⇢ i will not be writing a second part so please don’t ask for it, it’s very discouraging to post something only to get “we need part two” for feedback & nothing else. i’m trying something new with this fic, it’s shorter than the oneshots i usually write, so i’m a little nervous about it. please let me know what you think ♡

++ mini-playlist: blame - grace carter & jacob banks / bad luck - khalid / all i wanted - paramore

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𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 ⎹ 𝓡.𝓑.

fandom harry potter / the marauders masterlist

featuring death eater!regulus black x muggle!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. all characters are 18+, this takes place outside of hogwarts.

content warning technically a dark fic, stalking, obsession, masturbation ( him ), some somnophilia, noncon smut, mind control kink technically (imperius curse), face fucking

summary the muggle world is under the control of the Death Eaters, and one in particular has been keeping a close eye on you.

word count 3k / one shot

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

he normally watched you from home.

after all, what had he gone through the trouble of enchanting the shop owner into selling you the damn two way mirror for if he didn’t use it?

luckily for him, you must’ve decided that the antique looked best in your bedroom, and so most nights, he had the perfect view of you sleeping soundly. he would’ve been lounging on his bed, naked, staring into that mirror as his palm worked himself over. he liked to imagine how soft your butterfly strokes would be, and try to mimic them with the lightest hand possible, calling your name under his breath as he did so. “More.” he would beg to himself, seeing the visage of you on your knees before him behind his eyelids. he envisioned you would poke your lips out in the cutest pout as you looked up at him, both fists curled around his cock and working in tandem to please him in the ways he’s taught you.

but, that’s all it was.

fantasies.

after he’d finished, when he’s panting and shuddering beneath the waves of aftershock, when he’d open his eyes, he was alone in his bed. and you in yours. he decided watching you through the mirror was no longer sufficient. it kept too much distance between he and you.

he wanted to get closer.

he needed to be closer.

it wasn’t his first time unlocking your door with a wave of his wand, whispering a hushed, “Alohomora.” this was, however, his first time stepping inside and knowing that you were asleep in the bedroom. he usually waited, watched you leave. he would appear to be a patrolling Death Eater, ensuring that the muggles were obeying their new laws.

sometimes, you would catch his eye and his heart would start to pound rapid fire in its organic prison. the daggers you glared at him may as well have torn through his body. you, like most muggles, hated the Death Eaters, only unlike most muggles, you weren’t afraid to show it in the fire in your eyes. he’d even heard you mouth off to one once, and he could remember the acid on your tongue when you told him just where he could stick his magic wand. it shouldn’t have, but it made Regulus laugh.

it was always only after you’ve disappeared from sight that Regulus would let himself into your apartment. taking his time, he would walk each room, fingers gliding along the upholstery, imagining that yours have done the same at some point. he’d creep into your bedroom and lie down on your side of the bed, breathing in the scent of you with his eyes closed. sometimes, if he were lucky and you had been in too much of a hurry to discard your pajamas in the hamper by the door, they would be strewn over top of the bed. and he would fondle them carefully, slender digits rubbing waves of soft fabric that smelled like you. he was always shamefully hard when he wrapped your panties around his fist and brought them to his face, kissed at the delicate fabric, before sliding them under the waistband of his trousers pressing them to his throbbing groin to grind against, fucking the cotton until he stained them white.

that was the closest he’s ever come to you.

until tonight.

the living room was dark, curtains pulled closed over the windows, and he tiptoes, carefully and slow, into the hallway. the apartment is silent, so quiet he can almost hear you breathing on the other side of the door when he reaches it. or, maybe, that’s just his own heavy breath, the pounding of his own heart. he presses a palm against the door, and it whines softly as it opens. he takes a step inside.

your bedroom smells of your perfume, and he inhales it, eyes fluttering closed behind the mask he wore. he’d been in this room before, smelled the scent of you on your pillows, but it was all the more intense when you were here. you smelled warm and sweet, and he was certain that it was the aroma of his own, personal hellfire.

there’s a faint glow from a street lamp outside of your window that casts a glow across your sleeping visage, and he discards the mask, pushing his hood back on to his shoulders as he comes closer, and falls to his knees at the side of the bed as if you were splayed upon an altar to be worshipped at.

blasphemy.

that’s what it was. beautiful, horrible blasphemy to kneel for a muggle. to see the sun and moon in a twinkle behind her eyes. to yearn for her, to lust after her, to want nothing more than to be able to touch her to keep the madness away. that’s what his noble family, his noble cause would say. hell, they might even kill him. a blood traitor.

but in this room, in this darkness, in this moment, none of that mattered.

his cock was already twitching, needy and impatient against his thigh, just from the closeness. sprawled on your back, your face was turned away from him, one arm flung over the pillow. as if you’d been dropped from the heavens and landed just so.

Regulus exhales, shaky, one hand reaching up to grasp the sheet atop which you lay whilst his hand delves into his undone bottoms. touching himself while staring up at you, lying unconscious just a few inches from his reach elicits a weak moan, one that almost didn’t sound like the powerful Wizard he thought himself to be. he palms at his erection with a rough hand, hoping to work himself into finishing quickly so he could slip out of your apartment undetected. however, temptation was gnawing at him. the longer he allowed his slate gaze to traverse the curves of your unconscious frame, the more persistent the urge to reach out and touch you became. until it’s so mighty that he drops his forehead against the mattress with a heavy breath in defeat. “Dammit.” his free hand swims the sea of sheets and hikes over your abdomen, before resting atop your breast. he shudders, pumping himself faster. harder. “Damn you,” he whispers, but it’s breathless and weak and followed by a moan of your name as he kneads your bare mound through your pajama top; there’s no resistance— you hadn’t been wearing a bra. “Damn you for feeling so good.”

your body twitches, and Regulus nearly stops breathing, head snapping up with eyes wide and nervous, but it was a simple sigh in your sleep. it takes a moment for him to process, but then he bites down on his lip. “I wonder if it feels good for you,” he whispers, “if you’re dreaming about me.” thrusting into his own hand, his eyes turn towards your lower portion, hidden under the covers. he knew you never wore bottoms to bed, just your panties, and the thought has him moaning through sealed tiers. he shouldn’t. but he couldn’t stop himself. that dastardly hand of his glides down your midsection and disappears under the blanket, slipping between the warmth of your thighs to pet the soft cotton of your panties and he grunts, leaning forward to bite down on the sheet to keep from waking you. his eyelids flutter. never in a million years would he have expected to be driven to the brink of insanity with the mere feeling of someone’s skin, and yet, you had come along and put all of his bravado to shame.

“You’re so warm…” the first two digits on his hand prod against your panties, working slowly, methodically, but the treatment of his own sex is so far removed from gentle that he’s practically trembling with every forceful pump. he can feel a wet patch forming under his the pads of his fingers and you let out a soft, sleepy whimper and the Death Eater practically loses his composure. rubbing more fervently, he rolls his eyes behind his lids and calls for you. he knew he should slow down, that he was getting too rough and too loud, but you were so wet and he was already edging towards a powerful climax that he couldn’t hold back.

and that was when you woke up.

at first, he wasn’t so sure that your eyes had opened, until you suck in a breath to scream. the Death Eater panics, clamping one hand over your mouth to muffle the sound; his order patrolled the city streets at night, and the last thing he needed was for anyone else to find him here like this.

“Shh—“ he hisses, harsh, but both of your arms come up to push at him as he scrambles up on to the bed. you’re stronger, putting up more of a fight than he anticipated, and so he straddles your chest, jamming his knees into your shoulders to pin you in place. staring down into your frightened, wide eyes, Regulus can’t think. you were writhing, kicking your legs and trying to reach around his body to shove him off, screaming muffled through his palm. “Shh!”he keeps your mouth covered tight, but his nerves are so agitated that he doesn’t even think about his next move. his other hand flees from his trousers and retrieves the wand in his pocket, wielding it towards you with a stern, “Imperio.” before he even realizes that he’s done it. “Be quiet. Now.”

a moment later, you relax, dazed in the curse. no more screaming. your hands both fall back against the pillow and Regulus can breathe a tad bit easier. “I’m going to take my hand off of your mouth,” he whispers, slowly and crystal clear, “and you’re not going to scream.” you nod, gazing up at him, and he slowly releases your face from his grasp. your lips are parted, but not a single peep comes out. “You’re not afraid of me.” he murmurs. “Say it.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

he expels a sigh of relief, but he feels guilty. he looks down at the position he’s in, pinning you to the bed, and bites down on his lower lip. his hard on hanging from his undone bottoms, so close to you, he despises the vivid and obscene compulsion that overtakes him. it’s even worse with you staring up at him the way you are, waiting to be commanded. ready to obey. don’t. he tries to tell himself, but he’s already reaching for your hand.

you were already under the imperius curse, so why should he waste the opportunity?

grasping your wrist, he brings your hand to his mouth. first, he kisses your fingers, staring down at you. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” he whispers, “too fucking long.” running his tongue along your palm, he slathers it in his saliva, before guiding your hand down to his cock. more resolved, more authoritative, he feels the confidence of having you under his thumb. “I want you to touch me… satisfy my urges, muggle.”

a faint smile etches your lips up, as if you were drunk, and your digits wrap around the base of him. he inhaled sharply when you stroke.

“Yes.” he mutters, both hands reaching down to cradle your face and keep it turned up; his shoulders hunch and he stares down at you through a sea of unruly, dark locks. “Keep going, more.” his hips jerk against your movements, the urge to rut into the slow pumping driving him crazy, but he resists. his thumbs graze over your lips, shaping them, as he moans your name. “You’re so beautiful, so, so beautiful—“

“Thank you.” you reply, smiling up at him.

he knew it was a false reality. you were compelled, cursed to be so accepting of him. you would do anything and everything he wanted in that moment, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. he was finally getting what he always wanted— you.

grey eyes focused on your mouth, he chews on his own. the thought of the warmth, the wetness of your cavern and your plush lips wrapping around his girth is almost too much to bear.

“Open.” he commands, and you obey in the blink of an eye. he groans, shifting to inch himself closer to your face, pushing your hand away so he can guide his cock to your waiting couplet. “I need to fuck your pretty mouth,” he moans, unable to believe that he was truly here right now, “and you’re going to be a useful hole and keep it open and let me have my way with it.”

you tilt your head, slightly, opening wider, and give a little nod. “Ah-ay.” it was the only way you could agree, because he was already stuffing himself inside. his patience had all but ran out.

Regulus drops his head back and moans, one hand gripping the headboard the moment he fills your mouth. he’s close already, throbbing; he’d been edging since he was on his knees moments ago, but this— this would surely push him over the edge. “Good, good girl,” he mewls, rocking his hips to set a quick pace. he couldn’t hold back anymore, he was frenzied. “T—take it for me, take it all for me!”

a symphony fills the room; the dull thud of the headboard rhythmically slamming into the wall, the gurgling and shrill clucking every time the head of his cock jabs the back of your throat, and his own, sordid moaning. Regulus fights the urge to close his eyes, determined to stare into your watery ones when he cums. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, the perfect little sleeve for my cock.” he whines, watching the tears escape your ducts from the pummeling your throat is taking. you handle it well, due to the curse or not, even when he grasps your hair at the root and pulls your head forward to meet his merciless fucking, “I should’ve done this so long ago!” your eyes are hazy, lids heavy, but he shakes his head, pushing your head back, “No, no, keep those eyes open.” your lids part immediately, “Look at me. Watch me fuck your face. Fuck, I’m almost there…”

Regulus knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold it in and once you met his gaze, and it was all over in a matter of moments. just a couple more thrusts before he buried himself as deep into your throat as he could go, pressing his hips into you to push the back of your head against the pillows as he cums. even as he cries out, he can hear a faint gagging under his weight, and he exhales, petting your hair back with a soft, encouraging mumble. “Swallow. There, there. Good girl.”

pulling out of your mouth was damn near impossible. if he had it his way, Regulus would’ve stayed nestled there with your soft lips pressed to his pelvis until the end of time. however, he knew he had to release you. pulling back, his cock falls from your mouth with a vulgar pop, and you let out a few ragged breaths, chest heaving. still, you’re not frightened, your eyes still watch him, as if ready to heed another command. he pushes himself off of you and tucks his manhood into his trousers, fastening them. “You will never, ever tell anyone about this.”

“I will never tell anyone about this.” you answer, the same, drunken simper on your face. only now, your lips are glazed with saliva, glossy.

Regulus stares at you, and grabs a fistful of the blanket, wrenching it back simply out of curiosity. “Spread your legs.”

you do, and he scoffs. his cock twitches in his pants. the wet patch has grown significantly, and he can’t help but slide his fingers under the waistband of your panties and slot them under your weeping folds. you were so damn wet. you liked it. curse or no curse, choking on Regulus’ cock had made you a sticky mess. he groans through grit teeth when he hears a soft whimper from you, and circles your entrance with the tip of his finger. he can feel you clench around air, and he wanted to feel the grip on his cock, but he resists.

for now.

the next time he visited, however, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking you to complete ruin, now that he knew that he could.

pulling his hand free, webs of your arousal clinging to his fingers, he holds them up to your mouth, and you take them in as if you can read his mind, graciously suckling yourself off of his digits, batting wet eyelashes up at him. “Should I stuff that wet little cunt next time?” he asks, and you nod with a happy, hopeful moan, licking his fingers clean like a desperate animal. “Fill it with my cum, too?” the thought is most sinful— and he knew that his family would have him drawn and quartered for even considering mating with a muggle. but you nod again, and he suddenly doesn’t care. to hell with them, to hell with tradition. “Yes? Do you want it that bad? Would you take it anywhere I wanted to give it?” another nod. he knows you’re simply acting out what he wants, a pantomime, but it’s more than he’d ever believed he’d get. that’s enough. he nods, too, and leans over your bed, his free hand grabbing your chin to direct your line of sight to him and him only. “Very good girl. I want you to go back to sleep now, and dream of me. Dream that you take my hard cock in every hole and you fucking love it, and when you wake up, I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers hard and deep until you scream my name when you cum all over them.”

“What’s your name?” you ask, compliant.

“Regulus Black.”

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a masterpost for the drabble series by yours truly. a revisitation of a well-loved story; watch two forever-lovers fall in love again. canon divergent, set during loki (2020). 

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villain

summary: loki reflects on his villainous past.

pairing: loki and fem!reader

warnings: angst, no happy ending, heartbreak, mentions of odin.

word count: 622

author’s note: this is my first loki blurb, so please be kind!

Loki opens his eyes, the sun shining through the curtains and on to his cheeks. He basks in the sunlight, it feels like a kiss on the cheek, or a motherly hug.

He holds his hand out in front of him, the light now peeking in through the cracks in his fingers. The warmth from the rays feel like magic on his hands, and he wills his hand to glow emerald green, blending in with the sun.

His heart sinks when he reaches over to the other side of the bed and feels the unslept in sheets, a reminder that he no longer feels the warmth from her sleeping beside him at night.

Loki runs a hand over his face, and the tears in his eyes unwillingly fall down his cheeks. He ruined the one good thing that had ever happened to him, the one person who had ever loved him, besides his mother, and Thor at times.

He sniffles and lets out a watery laugh, thinking about how cruel it is that he broke her heart, and he’s the one crying in the bed they once shared.

He didn’t want to end things with her, he did it to protect her. He ensues chaos. He’s a villain. He was written in history books as an evil, cunning god. Odin deemed him unworthy. He is the devil incarnate.

He knew that if he stayed with her, it would only be a matter of time before she was hurt, or worse.

Loki hasn’t seen the light of day in what feels like months, but has really only been a few days. He hasn’t felt the sun berate his pale skin besides the cracks of sunlight that make their way through the curtains in the morning.

Thor knocks on the door once in a while, whether it’s to let him know that he’s there for him, or to just make sure he’s alive, it doesn’t matter to Loki. He doesn’t care.

No one else has tried to comfort him or give any words of advice. Maybe it’s because they know what he's capable of and that she’s better off without him, or maybe it’s because they’re scared of what he’ll do if they try to talk to him.

Deep down, he hopes it’s because they’re terrified of him.

Loki loves her. Norns, he loves her so much. Honestly, that’s why he let her go. He was ruthless for a while, thinking that he’d be able to escape his past and what’s destined for him in the future. He thought that he could be a hero, and fight alongside Thor.

But in the end, he had to break her down to nothing. He had to tear her heart out of her chest, and twist the knife with every hurtful, carefully articulated word that came out of his mouth. He had to make sure that there’d be no chance that she’d ever love him again, and that she’d be safe from the evil that lurks in the shadows. From him.

Loki throws the sheets off of his pale, naked body, and looks at his reflection in the gold of his helmet. He has dark circles under his eyes, his cheeks are gaunt, and his usual slicked back raven hair falls in unruly curls.

He picks up the helmet, and runs his hands along the horns. He wore it when he fought Thor, tried to destroy Jotunheim, and conquered New York. There’s just as much blood engraved in the helmet as there is on his hands.

He takes a deep breath, and places it on his head, the weight of the Asgardian metal grounding him. He’s destined to be a villain, and Hel, that’s what he’ll be.

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hi! i love your writing so much and am wondering if you could do a regulus x reader smut where it's the readers first time (innocence kink to the max also praise) and she is worried she wont be good?

Bestie I sorta forgot to add a few of the main points, but I included the majority so I hope you like it. I made it a tad bit longer then my other blurbs so I hope that makes up for it! xoxo

Regulus Black And Thigh Fucking [ + major innocence kink ]

[ Warning: fem!reader, innocences kink, daddy kink, size difference, thigh fucking, slight subspace, slight tit sucking, use of the words “bunny” & “Angel” ]

Word count: 2.2k

THIS IS NOT EDITED

You felt a burning itch encase your bottom half, your legs wobbly as you opened the door to Regulus dorm. You peaked your head in, looking around for him. Regulus turned his head at the sound, a gentle smile forming on his lips as he realized who opened the door.

"Hi Angel, come in," Regulus motioned, he sat on his bed, a book between his fingers before closing it and setting it softly to the side.

Regulus waited patiently as you walked into the colder room, turning slightly so you can close the door. You walked over to where he sat, a guilty remorse present on your face.

"What's wrong?" Regulus worriedly asked, his legs spreading open so he can pull you in between them. His hands rub your hips, dipping to hold your back firmly.

"It hurts.." you mumble, not sure why you had felt this desperate need. Regulus held worry in his eyes, he pushed you back slightly so he could look over you.

"What hurts? Did you fall?" He asked, he couldn't find any visible wounds. Regulus wondered if you had started your period and was looking for some sympathy, his hand comes to rub your stomach.

"No... not m'period," you mumble, Regulus looked up towards your eyes with a confused expression. "I don't know what's wrong bunny, you have to tell me,"

You feel embarrassed, not knowing how to phrase your predicament. Instead, you take his hand and guide it under your skirt. You whimper as you place his hand against your soaked panties.

"Right there," you whisper, Regulus eyes look down slowly and follow the way his hand disappears under the thick fabric. His eyes slowly closed, a hum on his lips as he rubbed his index finger against the soaked material. You instantly jumped, legs squeezing around his hand as you gripped onto his shoulders.

"Oh baby, when did this start?" Regulus asked, tapping your thighs so you'll loosen up. You followed his instructions, thighs parting for his fingers. He pushed aside the stained material as he feels just how needy you are. When you don't reply, Regulus hand cups your jaw and guides you to look at him. "When did you start feeling like this?" He asked again, noticing the way you become nervous.

"Yesterday. When you were playing quidditch," You tell him, feeling more embarrassment flood your face with red. Tears start to well up in your eyes as you let out a silent cry. "I'm sorry Reggie, I don't know what's wrong with me. Please make it go away,"

Regulus clued into your frantic state, piecing together that you had no clue what was going on. He took responsibility for this, feeling guilty for not realizing the way you had clung onto him after his quidditch match.

"It's alright bunny, let me help you. I should've realized yesterday, 'm sorry you felt needy all night," Regulus apologized, bringing you into a soft kiss as your fluids dripped onto his fingers. He hadn't even touched you yet and you had been soaking, it was driving him crazy.

"Couldn't sleep daddy, I felt funny," you whispered, not realizing how easy it was for you to fall into a submissive state. Regulus felt his heart squeeze, his cock twitching against his pants at the nickname you've given him.

"Shh, I know baby. Daddy's going to take care of you now, I've got you," Regulus played along, bringing you to the bed as he guided you to lay back. You felt exposed when he unzipped your skirt and slid it down your thighs. Your panties soaked with need, Regulus had to resist letting out a groan.

He helped you out of your shirt and bra, letting out a gentle "tsk" when he saw you cover up. He petted your hair to ease you, his other hand pulling your arm away from your breasts.

"Please don't hide yourself," Regulus asked, his eyes taking a long look at your chest. Your breasts were flushed and swollen, your nipples hard and untouched. Every part of you had been untouched, Regulus let out a content sigh.

"M'sorry daddy, I'm so stupid," you fret, feeling terrible for upsetting him. Regulus let out a gentle coo, his hand resting on your hips as he leaned down to capture your lips in a delicate kiss.

"You're not stupid bunny. I don't want to hear you say that again, do you understand?" He asked, pulling back so he can wipe your tears away. When you nodded, he gave you a soft smile as he tilted your face up with his knuckle.

With his thumb on your chin, he turns your face to the right. You squeeze your eyes shut, nauseous with what he's going to do. Regulus took his time looking over your nude body, sucking on his tongue to calm himself.

"You're so pretty, just wanna use you until you're crying and whimpering for me, would you like that bunny?" Regulus tutted, enjoying the way your thighs closed and rubbed for friction. His hands slide down to your breast, his cold fingers cupping your tit.

"Please Reggie," you begged loosely, just wanting the desperation to ease. Regulus let out a gentle laugh, his fingers running down the side of your torso before he applied pressure just below your navel. "Can't wait to see my cock filling you, probably can't even take it all,"

You felt a twitch of degradation from his words, your body warm as you slid your legs wide open for him. You felt a need to prove him wrong, wanting to be good and take him fully. "No I can take it, I can take daddy's cock," you blabber out, Regulus looked up towards you with a shocked expression.

"Bunny, do you have any idea what you're doing me?" Regulus breathed out, an enchanted look in his eyes as he quickly tugs on your panties. You shake your head, a pout on your lips. Regulus took your smaller hand into his much larger one, dragging it down to place it against his clothed cock. You sat up instantly, eyes wide as it dangled at his large bulge straining against his slacks.

"That's not going to fit," you mumbled, eyes wide like saucers as you keep staring at the full cock pressed under his clothes. Your mouth watered from the thought, Regulus took your face in his hand and tilted it up. He wore a smirk on his face, dipping down to press a kiss against your wettened lips.

"I thought you said you would take me like a good girl?" Regulus kissed down your neck, his hands squeezing your hips. He nipped just below your ear, before whispering lowly; "you wouldn't lie to me would you bunny?"

"Daddy you're too big, what if it hurts?" You protested, stomach squeezing as you thought about the tear. Regulus gave a confident smile into your shoulder, kissing down your chest.

His mouth opened, taken your hardened nub between his lips. You let out a whiny whimper, your fingernails digging into his shoulder.

"Trust me bunny, I would never hurt you. How about I fuck your thighs hm? Rub my cock against your pussy without fucking you full," Regulus offered, his lips moving down your stomach. He kissed just below your navel, his hands firmly against your hips as you squirmed.

"Will it hurt?" You ask, your hands moving to his hair as you pull him back up for a kiss. Regulus kissed you deeply, his hands moving to grip your thighs.

"It's not supposed to, do you want to try it?" He asked, you gave a shaky nod. Regulus kissed you once more, standing up as he discarded his warm jumper. You flexed on your knees, hands obediently pressed to your thighs as you sat and watched.

"Someone's a good girl," Regulus commented, your face warm as you felt another nervous swarm of butterflies in your tummy. "I wanna be your good girl, daddy," you declared, mouth thick with saliva as Regulus slipped out of his shirt. His skin was a light olive colour, you could see the outline of his pelvic bone poking out through his slacks. Your eyes holding a stare with his hard cock.

"You're already my good girl," Regulus said while standing closer, he chuckled when you continued to stare at his bulge. He directed your head up, looking down towards you. "Turn around and prop your ass up,"

You did just that, leaning up to get a small kiss before directing yourself to turn around. You leaned forwards, hands pressed in his mattress as you arched to prop your ass in the air. Regulus let out a long breath at the sight, your wet cunt presented just for him.

He leaned down, blowing cold air against your plump folds. You jerked, not prepared for the way it felt so good against your hot cunt. You felt another bolt of nausea when you heard his belt click open, hearing the shuffle of clothes drop against the floor.

You try and turn back to see his now exposed cock, but Regulus only holds it out of view. "Don't be greedy," He contorts, his fingers moving to push through your folds.

You shrivel, grabbing a pillow as you hide your face in it. Regulus sees the way you tense up, he places a gentle rub on your thigh as he continues to coat his fingers for lubrication.

"Shh, you're doing so well. Sorry I snapped at you bunny, just didn't want to ruin your innocence," He explained, his now wetted hand moving down to your locked thighs. He spreads your liquid in between your thighs, you grow confused at his movements.

"What are you doing daddy?" You whine, feeling faint from how little you're getting pleased. Regulus only breaths out, pumping his cock a few times as he leans down quickly to spit against your folds. You gasp, head turning at the feeling.

"Shh baby, I can't fuck your thighs with no lubrication," Regulus responds, his spit dripping from your cunt. You twitch, turning your head back to lay against the pillow.

"Daddy please, hurts," You mumble through the pillow, Regulus gives a pat to your ass for comfort as he takes his cock and pushes it through your thighs. "I know bunny, please be patient,"

Regulus holds your thighs closed, grinding into your tight thighs as he fucks them fast. You move with his body, gasping each time he slides up and rubs against your swollen clit. After a few more thrusts, he completely switches to rut against your folds.

He's careful not to enter unwanted, taking his time with dragging his wet cock against your puffy cunt. You can't help but let out grateful moans, your body pushing into his for more friction.

"Bunny, fuck keep squeezing your thighs just like that," Regulus let out a heavy groan, his fingers looping under your hipbone as he fucks you back into him. You let out a cry from the sensitivity, clamping your thighs closed for him.

"Feels funny," you whimper, a building sensation of warmth spreading through your stomach. Regulus had to refrain himself from fucking you silly, his clipped nails digging into your warm flesh as he pulls you back to glide against his cock in a deeper pace. "Just let it out bunny, it'll feel good I promise,"

Your moans grow louder, mouth ajar as your eyes shut on impulse. Your clit is swollen with sensitivity, your back arching as you feel every vein from his cock. You have to force yourself to keep your thighs closed, body numb when a greater sensation fills you.

You fall limp from the pressure, hands squeezing weakly at the sheets as you let out a sniffle. Regulus moves his cock back down to your lower thighs, fucking them for his own release.

"So good bunny, you looked so pretty," Regulus praises, his fingers tracing your spine as he gives you a final tug. Your ass flush against his stomach as he comes all over his sheets below you.

"Does it still hurt bunny?" Regulus asked, pulling away with his used cock. He slipped on a pair of briefs, sighing at his sensitivity. You huff, face implanted in the pillow.

"No, daddy made me feel better," you tell him, leaning up with your leftover strength. You turn around, nuzzling yourself to lay against his chest. His hand comes to rub your back, kissing your forehead.

"It's not daddy anymore bunny, I'm Reggie," He corrects, casting a quick charm to clean up the mess left over. You shake your head, eyes shutting from exhaustion.

"No bunny, keep your eyes open for me," Regulus tells you while pulling you back slightly. You give him a longing expression of desperation, eyes drooping slightly.

"I wanna sleep daddy," you whine, head pushing back against his chest. Regulus pulls you back gently, his hand placed firmly against the back of your neck. "No bunny, I'm Reggie,"

"Water," you tell him, biting the inside of your lip as you start to fuzz out of your state. Regulus opens a water bottle, holding it to your lips as he tilts it. You pull back after a few long sips, water dripping down your chin. With a clearer mindset, you feel Regulus dab at your chin with a cloth.

"Thank you, Reggie," you mumble, head falling back against his chest. Regulus heart rams against his chest, thankful that you didn't stay in that state for too long.

"Just taking care of you, bunny. I'm always going to take care of you,"

Ewan McGregor interview in the Star Wars Complete Saga Blu-ray