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11 / use / 422 words not me digging through my wips and slapping the word use in there (tw incest + bestiality)
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âShift,â Regulus commanded, pulling on Siriusâ arm. It was probably three in the morning, and his brother was fast asleep, but Regulus didnât care.
Regulus wanted to feel him inside of him, wanted to have Padfoot fucking him and didnât want to wait until the sun was up.
Sirius mumbled something unintelligible, but let himself be pulled over the top of Regulus all the same, his lips finding their way to Regulusâ neck the second he was awake enough.
âNo, Siri,â Regulus argued. âShift.â
âYouâre so hard, baby,â Sirius cooed, voice still rough with sleep. He skated his hands over Regulusâ body, sliding one of them between their bodies until his fingers were wrapped around Regulusâ cock. âYou donât want me to take care of you?â
Regulus shook his head. âI want you to be a good boy and shift. I want you fuck me and use me and come inside of me.â
Sirius whimpered, his body instantly shifting and transforming into his animagus form. He was suddenly all fur and paws and teeth, nudging against Regulus demanding that he flip over.
Obliging, Regulus climbed onto all fours, ass in the air in anticipation, Padfootâs tongue one of his favorite things in the world.
Not that he would ever tell his brother that.
Padfoot pressed his snout between the seam of Regulusâ ass, tongue swiping over his puckered hole until he was loose and trembling and too close to losing control.
âFuck me, Siri,â he commanded again, tired of waiting. He wanted to feel Padfoot knot inside of him, wanted to feel the swell of it against his prostate until he was coming into the sheets beneath him.
It took all of two thrusts of Padfootâs hips before he was fully seated inside of Regulus. He was feral and hungry, moving inside of him at an animalistic pace, and yet he was somehow still holding back.
Waiting for Regulus to tell him he was allowed to come.
Regulus was close to the edge, hanging over the precipice by a fraying thread, and he needed Padfoot to come with him.
âCome for me, Siri,â Regulus moaned. âFill me up.â
Like a switch flipped, Padfoot was coming, knot swelling inside of Regulus until Regulus was letting go and coming too.
âOh, fuck,â Regulus cried, slumping down into the wet sheets, Padfoot still locked inside of him. âYouâre such a good boy,â Regulus mumbled, sleep pulling him back under, even with the weight of Padfoot over the top of him. They could wait for morning to pull apart. âSuch a good pup.â
3/4 | infect/treat | 224 words tw incest & bestiality
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âAre you proud of yourself, pup?â Regulus asked, the words dripping with sarcasm and faux irritation. âThink you deserve a treat for that behavior?â
Padfoot whimpered, an agreement and a plea for mercy all in one. He nudged at the front of Regulusâ jeans, as if to say this is the treat I want.
As if he actually did believe he deserved it.
Regulus let out a soft laugh. âHm,â he mused. âYou scared off my date just because you want to fuck me instead?â Regulus scoffed to cover the sound of his own prideful groan, and rolled his eyes at Padfoot to further push his disappointment.
Even if it wasnât truly there at all.
The entire date had been a ruse, a simple ploy to get Siriusâ attention after weeks without it; Regulus was nothing if not needy when it came to his older brother. He felt like he had been infected by Sirius, addicted to the pleasure of just being with him.
Of touching him and fucking him.
He would take whatever Sirius gave him, including Padfoot.
Regulus undid the button of his jeans and tugged his hardening cock free before angling it toward the dogâs mouth. âGo on then,â he encouraged, pressing his tip against Padfootâs snout and admitting the truth of his own body. âHave your treat, pup â itâs yours.â
@microcest prompt: candy hearts @thestarcestconstellation prompt: love
380 words / tw incest
âLet me try a green one next,â Sirius said, looking up at Regulus from his place on the floor. The sun was shining down on him through the living room window and he looked so ethereal, Regulus could hardly look away.
Regulus shifted on the couch and poured the box of candy hearts into his palm, dragging his gaze away from his brother just long enough to sift through them to find a green one.
âHere,â he said, dropping it into Siriusâ awaiting hand.
Sirius read the small words printed along the heart before popping it into his mouth. âIt tastes exactly the same as the yellow one,â he complained. âGive me another color.â
Regulus picked through the pile he had before handing Sirius a pink one. Then a purple. And then a white.
âThese all taste the fucking same,â Sirius groaned. âAnd they all said the same thing, did you do that on purpose?â
âWhat did they say?â Regulus asked, though he already knew.
Sirius looked up at him, lips forming around the words before hesitating â before realization dawning that Regulus had chosen the repeating words intentionally.
âKiss me,â Sirius said slowly, finally answering Regulusâ question. He sat up and leaned into the couch, hovering over Regulus. âKiss me,â he repeated.
This time, it was a command.
He dipped his head down until his lips were brushing against Regulusâ. It was tentative, like he was afraid he had misread Regulus, plan, but he hadnât.
Regulus lifted his head off the arm of the couch until his lips were pressing more firmly against Siriusâ, until he could convey all of the hunger and desire that had lain there under the surface for the last several months.
It didnât even feel wrong to Regulus anymore, how badly he wanted his brother; it only felt natural that he fell in love with someone so close to him. Someone so undoubtedly safe.
Sirius pulled away slowly, his breathing shallow and eyes dark, before he turned and dug through the candy hearts still sitting there in Regulusâ hand. He grinned and handed one back to Regulus, holding the fading words up and into his line of sight.
âBe Mineâ
Regulus chuckled and pulled Sirius back into another searing kiss.
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It had been a long time since Sirius went out drinking with Regulus, and he had forgotten the way the tension felt. The way the bone deep need to touch him made his hands twitch, the way every swallow of alcohol Regulus took made Sirius want to track the movement down his throat with his tongue.
âStop looking at me like that in public,â Regulus chastised, nudging Siriusâ foot with his own. The floor of the bar was sticky with beer, Siriusâ feet tacky with it as he returned Regulusâ gesture. He ran his foot over the side of Regulusâ ankle and grinned as goosebumps erupted over Regulusâ bare arms.
âYou look terribly sexy tonight,â he said, bringing his glass to his lips and taking a small swig of whiskey around the ice.
Regulus looked down and shook his head, but it wasnât enough to hide the blush over his cheeks, or the wry smile on his mouth.
âSirius,â he chastised. Sirius could barely hear him over the din of the crowd, over the thumping music coming from the speakers around the bar, but he could almost feel the quiver in his voice.
âI want to take you home,â Sirius mumbled, leaning forward and whispering the words into Regulusâ ear. âI want to push you down onto the couch the second I get you inside, and I want to fuck yââ
Regulus stepped back, sputtering, but his grey eyes were dark, and his tongue was swiping over his upper lip.
Sirius chuckled.
âYouâre insufferable,â Regulus said, throwing back the rest of his drink and setting it on a nearby table, but he was smiling now. âTake me home.â
Regulus Black/Sirius Black | Rated M | Infidelity, Affair, Brother/Brother Incest, Background Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 281wc
This was a bad ideaâ Sirius knew it, and yet he still leaned down and kissed the mole on the otherâs back. The touch wasnât met with a wince, much like it was back in the day, when this was wrong. Itâs still wrong, god if anyone found out theyâd be ostracized from society, but itâs not wrong to themâ no not anymore.
Theyâve learned to find solace in each otherâs arms, comfort in the familiar touch of one another without repenting for it. And even if itâs twice as wrong now, the wedding ring on Siriusâ finger burning into his skin, they canât help but feel how right it is.
Another kiss, followed by another; wandering hands and curious lipsâ their skin made to mold into one another. Sirius was never one to believe in soulmates and yet⌠what is the man below him if not the person created for him?
Sirius continues his worship; lips, teeth, and tongue etching itself into the skin, creating a memory that wonât be forgotten. People say that someoneâs skin cells replace themselves every seven years; Sirius would never go that long without touching him.
Itâs hard to resist the curve of his body, the softness of his skin, the way he was just made to take Sirius. The idea of soulmates dances on Siriusâ mind again but he doesnât have time to dwell on it, not with the way his pleasure his cresting and he finds himself wanting to pour all his love into this person.
When everythingâs said and done, Sirius speaks one final time for the night; âGoodnight Regulus, see you next Sunday.â And with that heâs driving back to Remus.
Regulus knew he should have turned around, knew that he was setting himself up for a negative response from his brother, but he couldnât help himself. It was 2am and his blood was thick with alcohol, his inhibitions nowhere to be found.
He knocked clumsily on the wooden door of Siriusâ apartment, and tried not to hold his breath.
It was only a matter of seconds before footsteps were padding closer and the deadbolt was sliding open, the door pulling in to reveal a thoroughly disheveled Sirius.
âDonât you look fucking sexy,â Regulus slurred, his brotherâs sleep-rumpled hair and low slung pajama pants doing absolutely nothing to make him regret his decision to visit so late.
Sirius ran a hand through his dark hair, eyes boring into Regulus as if he would find some sort of answer to his visit right there on the surface of his skin.
âGo home, Regulus.â
Regulus tutted in response. âBut I miss you.â
âYou shouldnât miss fucking your brother,â Sirius argued, arching one brow.
âAnd yetâŚâ Regulus reached out to run a finger down Siriusâ jaw, thumb and forefinger meeting to squeeze his chin.
Sirius shook his head, just as Regulus slid his thumb in and out of Siriusâ mouth, dropping it only when he heard more footsteps from within the apartment.
All at once, there was a figure at Siriusâ back, pressing a kiss to Siriusâ neck.
James. Beautiful James, who Regulus had forgotten all about, in his drunken haste to see Sirius.
âLet him come in, baby,â James said, surprising Regulus. âI know how badly you still want him.â
Sirius nodded weakly, and moved for Regulus to make his way inside. It was only after James whispered into Regulusâ ear that he realized James and Sirius had actually discussed this.
âShow me how you take him apart.â
Regulus smirked and followed his brother inside; he didnât need to be asked twice.