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that-bitch-kat3 · 3 months
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regulus: so what did you get me for chistmas?
sirius: what do you mean? i’m your present.
regulus:
sirius:
regulus: did you keep the receipt?
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leftwiththeriverr · 1 year
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People drift apart. That’s how it is.
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englishboylover · 2 years
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[ sirius and regulus are walking side by side ]
regulus : as a loyal person to family traditions, i'm sleeping with your brother.
sirius : *smacks regulus at the back of his head*
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you-cant-be-sirius · 8 months
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Regulus: Did it hurt when you fell- James: From heaven? Wow, I didn't realise you were such a flirt Regulus: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. James: ... Regulus: You just laid there for 15 minutes...
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opheliablackpotter · 13 days
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I'm passing the phone to someone... Black brothers edition
It's quite short but chaotic :)
Sirius: I'm passing the phone to someone who is my dark haired, incredible seeker player, badass brother
Regulus (confused): why aren't you passing me the muggle thing?
Sirius (also confused): Don't be ridiculous. Wait a sec. Where's James? Have you seen him?
Regulus: From all of people, why should I know that - _-
Sirius (dramatically) : I'm sorry. I forgot how helplessly lonley you are. It's like you have a cave that you are hiding in and only one who can enter and survive is Kreatcher.
Regulus: Well, it's batter than being only Black with a group of Gryffindors. It's going to backfire on you one day. Just wait. And then, When you're blamed for someone else's mistake, I won't be there to save you. I'll be in that stupid cave probably doing something more important.
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rykemeadow · 1 year
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He was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.
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mourningmax · 16 days
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@microcest Prompt: “Shhh…Don’t Let Mom Hear”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Ship: Regulus Black/Sirius Black
Sirius unplugged the machine only a second after the last drop of coffee dripped into the pot, avoiding the distinct beep that was sure to wake their parents down the hall. It wouldn’t be the first time he and Regulus were caught making a midnight brew after spending the evening in Sirius’s bed; Regulus writing on his laptop while Sirius drew, both in total silence. Words came easier when he was in a previously foreign bed surrounded by his scent, not to mention how warm he seemed to run despite the hospital cold environment Walburga liked to keep. Recently he’s grown more comfortable nestling up against the heat, the longer they were in their creative throes, the farther into his lap he’d find himself.
Sometimes he’d peek over at what Sirius was doing and he would do the same to him, and they’d silently laugh when they caught the other in the middle of creating something dirty.
“Just a commission,” they’d say because it was a bit strange to be working on a piece of that nature with your brother just a foot away. But it didn’t faze them, at least not anymore.
They were leaning on opposite counters, parallel to each other within an arm’s length, and smirking into their successfully sneaked cups of coffee. Sirius hadn’t bought creamer, usually he’d take it so sugary the flavor would stick to the back of your tongue and leave an artificial taste. Regulus preferred a more measured amount. But tonight they were measuring the other's reaction to their black cups of java, smirking over the rims of their mugs.
The only light was Sirius’s phone face down on the counter with the flashlight on, casting them eerily. In sync, they tipped their heads back.
It wasn’t half-bad Regulus thought, glad he’d bought a light roast when he and Sirius went shopping. Sirius on the other hand sputtered back into his cup, the drama queen he was.
Regulus stifled a laugh at the drops that escaped his lips, blotting his already dirty sleep shirt. “Shhh.”
“That’s horrid!” He whisper-yelled, scraping the taste off his tongue with his front teeth.
“It’s not that bad.” Regulus took another sip and grimaced, “It’s a little bad.”
“Yuck.” Sirius reached his hand back to pour it in the sink, coffee would have to wait until morning when he’d drag Regulus out of bed to accompany him to the corner store. “Back to my room?” He reached out a hand to do the same to Regulus’s who gave it one last try before shaking his head and conceding. It went down the drain with a gurgle.
He followed Sirius’s back and the light of his phone, which he shut off and slipped into his pocket once they passed the threshold to the kitchen not wanting the wandering light to slip under their parent's bedroom door.
Regulus shamelessly checked out his backside in his flannel pajama pants, the epitome of a grimy older brother, one that spends way too much time hunched over his tablet. He still had on that dorky little glove he wears to draw, but while he takes note of this he doesn’t notice the other hand is coming at him in the darkness, and arms are circling him. One runs vertically over his chest and the other comes out from under his arm and over his mouth, almost too tight over his nose.
In his confusion, he fights against them for a moment, Sirius walks him backward to the kitchen and presses his front to the counter. His hips give to bending a little forward as he leans over him. Regulus makes a muffled noise that Sirius strangles down with the tightening of his hand, and that’s when Regulus hears the toilet flush and goes stock still.
It could be either one of their parents, and neither of them wants to find out. Once Sirius knows Regulus will stay quiet he loosens his grip but does not remove either hand, Regulus’s hands grip the one across his middle as he hopes the late-night wanderer doesn’t go for a glass of water.
They hear the distinct sound of their mother clearing her throat, which doesn’t help at all. Orion would tell them off and send them to bed, Walburga would take every device they’ve got for the rest of the week and neither of them needed her to see the tabs they'd left open.
She’s taking longer than expected, and Regulus is strung up in his brother's arms in the darkness, his eyes unseeing and every touch amplified by the sensory deprivation. He can't help but feel the bulge so neatly pressed between his cheeks between the thin fabric of their pants. He startles himself with the thought, and unconsciously goes to move away from it but finds he has nowhere to go, being made to wriggle against it. Sirius gasps behind him. A drawer he’s pressed against rattles lightly.
“Stop moving.” Sirius hisses into his ear, closing in on him further. But Regulus can hardly breathe, he moves his hands up to try to pry the fingers off his nose and mouth, and Sirius only lifts them enough to allow his mouth to open underneath. Unsatisfied he does what any younger brother would do and licks his palm in hopes of encouraging him to drop it all together.
Sirius’s hips twitch upward, slotting himself further in the ditch under his ass and between his thighs. Regulus is up on his toes, trying to maintain some form of decency, but when his calves give with the shock he’s lowering himself onto Sirius, involuntarily making the boy behind him rut up his behind. Now he’s glad Sirius’s hand is over his mouth because his lips part at the form of his brother nudging a bit more swollenly against the small of his back.
They hear the sink turn on in the bathroom, and with their fine-tuned ears from living like mice in this house they can tell the water doesn’t hit the bottom of the sink, instead, it fills up the cup their mother keeps for rinsing her mouth and taking her sleeping pill with.
Regulus’s lips curl away against his brother's palm when he bites the plumper flesh under his thumb, he can hear and feel Sirius’s mouth drop behind his ear, spit catching in the back of his throat, and a hot breath sounding like a jet engine when it’s poured direct into his ear canal.
The cock against him gives a languid dirty pulse, the flexing of Sirius’s thighs coupled with it. Regulus throws all caution to the wind and licks his palm again, pushing back against Sirius, and this time he bucks up into him. They hear the sink cabinet open and close.
They begin to writhe together, Regulus is crushed against the counter as Sirius dwarfs him in stature and size, and he drops his hands to place them firmly against the countertop. The breathing from his nose comes out a bit frantic and strangled in the silence, so he stops altogether. Pleased with his compliance Sirius finally drops his hands and to his delight, they curl around his hip bones pulling him back to slot himself against his cheeks once more.
Surely this didn’t count if they didn’t say a word, and if they did it in the pitch-black darkness where nobody could hear or see them.
When fingers dug into the tender center between his hips he made a small noise behind his closed lips.
“Shhh…Mom will hear.” Came from behind in the darkness, right under his earlobe. If Sirius wanted him to be quiet, he really shouldn’t have tugged on it with his teeth directly after. He wonders if it was a habit, he clenches his teeth to keep silent, on a mission to find out more of his brother’s tricks.
Then he stares into the void blindly with wide eyes at the lock clicking, and the door to the bathroom opens. Maybe she had heard them after all, it’s safe to say both of their stomachs dropped into the void too with the noise.
Footstep, footstep, footstep…They can hear the metal jingle of her hand being placed on the doorknob to the master bedroom. Yet, she stops. She’s listening. Their blood comes to a halt in their veins lest she heard that too. Footstep, footstep, slam!
She carelessly shuts the door, seeing as her sleep is the only one of worth in this house anyway. Any other night the two brothers would have slept right through it or listened from Sirius’s bed. Tonight, it’s their indication to make a break for Sirius’s room.
While Sirius lifts his door on its hinges and shuts it silently, Regulus crawls back into his bed, looking for a pillow to hug as if he wasn’t using it to cover his crotch.
His brother crosses the room and with the hand still wet with Regulus’s spit he clamps it over his mouth once more, stifling the yelp escaping his little brother's mouth.
“Come here.” He says lowly with a wicked look, and that gloved hand wraps around his ankle and pulls slotting their hips back together like they were meant to be.
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It's so funny that in every canon fic or convo I see involving people fawning over Regulus Sirius always says "my baby brother" instead of "my little brother"
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HP Deflower December 2023 Roundup
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Veritaserum
by just_a_whorecrux. Draco/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 782. Underage. Rape/non-con.
Severus should not be working with children; any sane individual can see that. He's cruel, impatient... and opportunistic. If given the chance, he will not let his talents go to waste.
Open Talks, No Talks, and Everything in Between
by CharlotteRhea. Hermione/Ron/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 10,166.
Being open and honest is hard in a normal relationship already - being in a threesome doesn't make it any easier.
I Put a Spell on You ('Cause You're Mine)
by toriscrazycorner. Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 977.
The most dangerous thing Draco Malfoy had set his eyes on was Harry Potter.
The Gifting Room
by Ticigi. Regulus/Sirius. Regulus/Rodolphus. Sirius/Rodolphus. Rated: E. Words: 4,469. Underage. Rape/non-con.
Yule turned out to be twice the fun Rodolphus expected.
Sweet Nothing
by danpuff. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 7,080. Underage.
It's up to Harry to save the day, as always. This time that means getting married and getting fucked.
Left Spellbound
by lumosatnight. James Sirius/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,470.
“It’s my first time,” he says. “I’m a little nervous.”
KEEP OFF THE GRASS
by nocturn. Marcus/Oliver. Rated: E. Words: 4,462.
It’s six in the morning, and Marcus is fucking livid. The Quidditch pitch is closed. The pitch is closed—for Salazar knows why—and Marcus skipped breakfast and choked down that horrible pre-workout boost potion that always makes his chest feel like it’s housing a swarm of pixies and for what? He glares at the scene, the mocking sunrise and the shimmer of dew and the specks of pollen dancing in the air. And the stupid fucking sign saying it’s “dangerous.” Or something. He doesn’t actually read it.
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blackbrothersfest · 7 months
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Thank you for following along so far with the first ever Black Brothers fest!
Here's the Week Two Round Up! We'll be posting a weekly round up until all fics have been revealed!
Have This golden Moment // 3k, T // Regulus/Harry, Regulus & Sirius
Regulus Black's Great Crisis // 2k, G // Regulus & Sirius, Regulus/Barty
Sweet Dreams // Art, T // Regulus/Sirius
Keep Your Enemies Close // 7k, E // Regulus/Remus
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jaylienpotter · 1 month
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New one-shot!
CW: NSFW, explicit sexual content, incest
Summary:
He left the bedroom and headed to the living room, where they had a TV and VHS player - because Sirius had a special interest in muggle devices. Sirius, not Regulus. The movie rolled and Black sank in the sofa. However, instead of the ocean and a shark, the screen displayed a room, a hard dick and an eager - recognisable - face. “Reggie?!” It took him a few seconds to process, but when he did, he realised why the tapes were hidden - they weren’t movies.
What happens when Sirius stumbles upon his brother's sex tapes?
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no but seriously how am i meant to ✨ live laugh love ✨ when regulus died knowing sirius hated him and sirius died not knowing regulus was a hero???
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englishboylover · 1 year
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i have a confession. sirius and regulus's relationship is more important than jegulus or wolfstar to me.
that was it, thank you.
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moonwartz · 1 year
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sirius, sarcastically: i have feelings too, you know?
regulus: what do you mean, "too"?
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opheliablackpotter · 22 days
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This is so Regulus-crying-over-Sirius-who-left-him-in-the-Black-family coded:
"Where have you been?
Do you know when you're coming back?
'Cause since you've been gone
I've got along but I've been sad"
The first two verses are like Regulus thinking what would he say to Sirius if he actually comes back. He's trying to sound like he doesn't care a lot of Sirius' leaving.
Second two are more like Reggie convincing himself that he's okay, when in fact he's drowning in his life and doesn't see anyone's hand that would save him :(
The song: Reflections, The neighbourhood
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hpcestfest · 9 months
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HP Cest Fest 2023: Fic ☕️📖
Little Star (How I Love You Like I Shouldn't)
Author: ??? Prompt #: Self-Prompt Ship(s): Regulus Black/Sirius Black, Regulus Black/James Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/James Potter, Regulus Black/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/James Potter Rating: Explicit  Wordcount: 11,900
Warnings/Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Blackcest (Harry Potter), Sibling Incest, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Threesome - M/M/M, Gay Sex, Spit Kink, Spit as Lube, Come as Lube, Forbidden Love, Dirty Talk, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Power Dynamics, Daddy Kink, Claiming, Angst, "YOU MEAN WE COULD'VE BEEN HAVING SEX THIS WHOLE TIME?", Face-Fucking, Toujours Pur | Motto of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, no beta jesus already died for our sins, HP Cest Fest 2023, Incest, Reg thinks about the sky a lot
Summary: Regulus Black has a habit of doing a great many things he shouldn't. Things, like encouraging James Potter's incest kink by admitting he lusts after his brother. Things, like letting James fuck him on Sirius's bed. Things, like doing what he's told when they're caught. Things, like shutting his eyes and opening his mouth. 
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