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The Black Brothers

Regulus & Sirius

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@macrocest prompt: first and last, pt 6 / tw incest, nsfw

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5

the five times it was nothing when the black brothers fucked, and the one time it was everything

When the sun did finally rise the next morning, Regulus was still tangled up with Sirius on the couch, arms and legs woven together until it was nearly impossible to tell who was who.

As Regulus thrust into Sirius last night, rough and angry and claiming, he made a vow to himself: the last time that he had agreed they were ‘nothing,’ was the last time he ever would.

“I wasn’t on a date last night,” Sirius said into the quiet room, eyes still closed as if he were feigning sleep even as he spoke the words. Maybe he didn’t want to see Regulus’ reaction to the knowledge of his lie.

“Hm?” Regulus asked, curiosity peaked. “Then where were you?”

“Just getting dinner with James, Rem, and Pete,” Sirius admitted, almost sheepishly. “We thought it would be fun to dress up.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that last night?” Regulus asked, freeing his arms and propping himself up onto his elbows against the couch to look down at Sirius’ face. It felt like an important question, one that would evolve into something serious, for better or for worse.

Sirius opened his eyes slowly, a sly smile growing on his face as he whispered, “I liked seeing you so jealous.”

“But…” Regulus trailed off, thinking. His brain was moving a mile a minute as he tried to put the pieces of that admission together. “But you always tell me that this —” he gestured between the two of them — “is ‘nothing.’”

Sirius shook his head. “You started that,” he pointed out. “I only went along with it because it meant I got you to myself. It meant that I got you at all.”

Regulus blanched, thinking back to the first time they had touched each other, and how he had clung to the easy word out of sheer desperation.

Nothing.

Pretend it’s nothing, don’t scare Sirius off.

“Fuck,” Regulus said with a short laugh, surprised at how easily the truth rolled off his tongue too. “This has never been nothing — it’s always been everything.”

“You are everything, Reggie,” Sirius said softly, curling his fingers around Regulus’ waist and pulling him onto his lap, ass pressed against Sirius’ toned stomach. His hands immediately found Regulus’ hips, thumbs tracing small circles at the bend where his thighs began. His hands gravitated toward that spot every night they spent together, as if by some sort of magnetic pull, thumbs slotting in as if they belonged there.

Regulus thought maybe they did belong there.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Sirius’ lips, gentle and inquisitive as he felt the air shift around them; there was no turning back from this, not when Sirius was kissing him back the way that he was.

“I love you, Sirius,” Regulus said as he pulled away, letting the words hang right there above them, “I’m so in love with you.”

Sirius only grinned back up at him, his own confession written right there within the curve of his lips, within the glint in his silver eyes.

Regulus took his time sliding down Sirius’ body, peppering him with languid kisses and gentle nips until he finally reached his hips, where he settled easily between his legs. He moved at a glacial pace, bobbing his head and scissoring his fingers slowly inside of him. Every thrust was an attempt to wash away the ‘nothings,’ a demand to fill Sirius with his unwavering devotion.

After so long pretending, Regulus would ensure that Sirius knew the truth:

That they belonged together. That they were forever, and they were everything.

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She would give Sirius exactly what he was hoping for.

Wrote this fic for @hpanimagiweek, but it lost control and real life got in the way, and I missed the deadline. Regardless, thank you for this prompt 💖

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@macrocest prompt: first and last, pt 5 / tw incest, nsfw

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4

the five times it was nothing when the black brothers fucked, and the one time it was everything

On Friday night, Sirius had a date with some guy from his work, someone whose name Regulus didn’t even bother learning. He hated him on principle.

Regulus didn’t know if it was just some casual fling, or if this particular individual was somehow better than all the others that Sirius had rejected at the bar, but he didn’t care.

Jealousy roiled in his gut as he paced the foyer, waiting for Sirius to come back home. He could only hope that Sirius wouldn’t walk back in as the sun rose hours later, fucked out and beaming and someone else’s.

“Regulus?” Sirius asked, concern clearly lacing his tone. Regulus was so consumed by his spiraling thoughts, he hadn’t realized that Sirius had crept inside, the front door opening and shutting quietly behind him. “What are you doing?”

He set his keys down on the entryway table, and cautiously approached Regulus, as if he were some sort of rabid beast intent on attacking him.

Then again, maybe he wasn’t actually that far off.

Regulus looked up and scanned his brother. His clothes were still pristine, shirt pressed and tie in tact, his hair still styled exactly as it had been when he left.

“Waiting for you,” Regulus rushed out around the lump in his throat. He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans in an attempt to stop fidgeting, and squared his shoulders. “Good date?”

Flashing a mischievous smile at Regulus, Sirius leaned against the door frame that led into the dining room and crossed his arms. He was the portrait of cool, and if Regulus wasn’t so angry about the date, he might have admitted that he looked sexy.

“The best,” Sirius taunted, grin widening in pleasure.

Anger flared within Regulus, so hot and heavy that he knew it shone right there on his face for Sirius to see. He clenched his teeth together, torn between lunging at Sirius to stake his claim, and storming out the front door in an attempt to save face.

He opted for the former, pulling his hands free and rushing at Sirius.

Regulus wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck, pulling him into a fierce kiss, even as his momentum pressed him into the wall behind him. His teeth clanked against Sirius’ angrily, lips bruising and nails digging into his flesh, but Sirius didn’t seem to mind. He met Regulus’ aggression in kind, the way he always did, curling his own fingers roughly into Regulus’ thighs and hoisting him up.

Sirius’ erection pressed into Regulus, even through his dress pants, nearly making Regulus grin in spite of himself.

“Hopefully he isn’t too angry about this,” Regulus lied, relishing in the visual of this faceless date realizing that Sirius had left him, only to go home and get fucked by his little brother.

“Not at all,” Sirius said, breathing fast and heavy. “This means nothing, remember?”

Regulus nodded his head as usual, forehead pressed against Sirius’, this time uncaring about the lie; good date or otherwise, Sirius would never belong to anyone but Regulus.

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Vamp drag queen Sirius 💋❤️‍🔥🥀

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@macrocest prompt: first and last, pt 4 / tw: incest, nsfw

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3

the five times it was nothing when the black brothers fucked, and the one time it was everything

The first time Sirius ever came home drunk, Regulus was sitting on the couch in their main sitting room. He had a book in his lap, opened to the same page it was an hour ago, his mind unable to focus on any of the words before him.

He had known when Sirius left that he would be out drinking, and Regulus was nothing if not a worrier; he knew he wouldn’t be able to rest until Sirius was home safely.

Sirius barreled through the door, black combat boots stomping over the hardwood as he unsteadily made his way toward Regulus, eyes hooded and cheeks flushed. He looked absolutely trashed, but happy.

Like he was happy to see Regulus, even.

“Hey, pretty thing,” Sirius cooed, stepping right up to the sofa, tips of his boots brushing against Regulus’ socked feet. His voice was a little too loud and his words a little too slow.

Regulus snorted.

“Were there no other ‘pretty things’ at the bar tonight?” Regulus asked, closing his book and setting it off to the side. He hoped his flare of jealousy at the thought of Sirius with someone else wasn’t evident in his tone.

Then again, Sirius was probably too drunk to notice, anyway.

Sirius waved a hand, brushing off Regulus’ question as if it were absolutely preposterous, before planting a hand on each of Regulus’ shoulders. He climbed over the top of him, knees resting on either side of Regulus’ hips, his ass pressing into his lap.

Grinding, really.

“None as pretty as you,” he slurred, lifting a hand to cup Regulus’ cheek. “Plus, ‘veryone wants to marry me. Means nothing with you.”

Regulus nodded his head. “Nothing,” he agreed, the word tasting more sour in his mouth the more times that he used it.

He turned his head a fraction, allowing Sirius’ hand to swipe over his face. The moment his thumb was lined up against his lips, Regulus sucked it into his mouth, letting himself be flooded with nothing more than the intoxicating taste of his brother.

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@macrocest prompt: first and last, pt 3 / tw incest, nsfw

pt 1 | pt 2

the five times it was nothing when the black brothers fucked, and the one time it was everything

The furnace in Sirius’ and Regulus’ home broke during the coldest week of the year, leaving every room absolutely freezing. The air was crisp and frigid, white clouds of fog escaping their parted lips at every exhale.

“I can’t sleep like this,” Sirius muttered, pushing his way into Regulus’ bedroom, teeth chattering violently and a robe pulled around himself. He was grasping tightly at the lapels, keeping the front cinched closed and his body heat trapped within.

Regulus moved aside, making room for Sirius beside him in bed, a clear invitation to not only enter his room, but his bed as well. His insides began to swoop at the promise of contact, butterflies rising and soaring within him at the simple knowledge that his brother was so close.

“Get in then,” Regulus urged, folding the corner of the blankets down, baring his entire body. There were so many blankets piled atop each other, he hadn’t needed pajamas, the weight of them enough to warm his body even without the added sleep clothes.

Sirius hesitated, eyes roving down Regulus’ bare chest and abdomen before landing on his crotch, the thin fabric of his underwear doing nothing to hide his growing erection.

His cock twitched.

“Just get in,” Regulus repeated, with a roll of his eyes. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Nothing,” Sirius repeated, but he climbed into the bed anyway, dropping the robe onto the floor before pressing his body as close to Regulus’ as possible and pulling the covers back over them both.

When Sirius slotted his leg between Regulus’ thigh and thrust into him, all Regulus could do was dig his teeth into Sirius’ shoulder to hold back his desperate, wanton moans.

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@macrocest prompt: first and last, pt 2 / tw incest, nsfw

pt 1

the five times it was nothing when the black brothers fucked, and the one time it was everything

The river near the Black’s family home always filled to its highest point during the summer. The runoff from the mountains left it deep and clear and cool, filling it faster than the sun could evaporate it, and Sirius loved dragging Regulus there on the hottest days.

Regulus didn’t mind it, in spite of his dislike for deep water, but he would never say no to his brother. Not when the invite was to see Sirius half naked, tattooed chest exposed and wet swim trunks plastered to his muscular thighs.

“Are you gonna get in?” Sirius asked, water dripping down his abdomen in thin rivulets. His dark hair was wet and slicked back, leaving his face sun-kissed and on display. His smile was sultry, and it was all Regulus could do not to run in and jump his bones right there.

Regulus reluctantly shook his head. “You know I can’t swim very well.” He wiggled his toes along the pebbles beneath his feet, relishing in the feel of the water rushing between his toes. “You wouldn’t want me to drown.”

Rolling his eyes, Sirius strode forward, the weight of the water against his legs doing nothing to slow his steps. He grabbed at the place beneath Regulus ribs, strong hands pulling him close and into the water, ignoring every cry of protest to leave Regulus’ lips. “Don’t let go of me, Reg.”

Regulus held close to Sirius in spite of himself, trusting only him; he didn’t trust the rocks beneath them not to give way, and he surely didn’t trust the water not to gain a current and sweep him under the surface.

Their cocks brushed together beneath the water as Regulus wrapped his legs around Sirius’ waist, both of them swelling in excitement. The chill of the water was freezing their blood, and yet their bodies responded as though they were unaffected by it, their immediate arousal enough to keep their blood warm and coursing to every sensitive place.

Sirius only pulled Regulus closer, and pressed his lips to the shell of his ear. “It doesn’t mean anything,” he said easily, holding Regulus tightly. “I just don’t want you to drown.”

Regulus locked his ankles behind Sirius’ back, and trusted him with his life, even if not his heart.

“Nothing,” he agreed, crashing his lips into his brother’s.

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(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑) Reggie!! Swimming variant sketch under cut:

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@macrocest prompt: first and last, pt 1 / tw incest, nsfw

the five times it was nothing when the black brothers fucked, and the one time it was everything

Regulus had resigned himself to having a platonic relationship with Sirius — a fraternal one, really.

The way it should have been for a pair of brothers, he supposed.

Then again, maybe he should have expected his own resolve to crumble into nothing, silver-tongued loopholes getting him everything he ever wanted.

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“This doesn’t mean anything,” Regulus huffed. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he sucked in deep, heaving breaths. He was battling his own clothes, attempting to tear them off as quickly as possible. He wanted Sirius — he had always wanted him, to claw at his flesh, to touch him and hold him and climb inside of him until there wasn’t a single piece of his body that he hadn’t consumed.

It was only by sheer chance that Sirius had suggested they fool around, the house stiflingly hot and devoid of anything even remotely entertaining, aside from chasing the quick high of an easy orgasm.

Regulus would still take the win where he could, though, and he would deny its significance at all costs.

Sirius was moving just as frantically as he was, with an equal desperation that made Regulus wonder if Sirius didn’t want this too. If he hadn’t been fantasizing about fucking his brother, exactly as Regulus always had.

His shirt caught on an elbow as he peeled it off, the neckline suddenly two sizes too small for his head as his sweat-slick body made the fabric cling to his skin.

“Nothing,” Sirius agreed, flinging his shirt to the side now that he had freed it from his limbs, immediately tugging his pants down to his knees. He was instantly bared to Regulus, thick cock jutting out, long and hard and at attention just for him. “You’re my brother, for fuck’s sake.”

Regulus only nodded, falling to his knees and taking his brother into his mouth; he didn’t trust himself not to blurt out the truth of his hunger.

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sirius black on the front page where he belongs

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“Bien à vous, Toujours” 🌟

Oil paint on canvas, 24”x24”

This one was a long time coming. 💫✨

For Sirci

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new chapter, new ink

During the timeskip of The Bodyguard AU Sirius got 3 new tatooes:

an angry dog - the Grim - on his right shoulder as a symbol of accepting that his violent past and temper is a part of him

JP initials in a heart next to his crotch, originally drawn by James with a marker pen that Sirius decided to actually get permamently inked to his body

a penguin on his right bicep, which symbolizes James and refers to both the Linux mascot and the penguin documentary they watched when Sirius realized that he is hopelessly in love (link to fic) (the penguin emoji stands for James in Sirius' phone the same way the dino emoji does for Remus)

Here’s the list of his older tattooes, and the uncropped adult only version of this pic! and as usual, tagging @goldenlionprince, @neverenoughmarauders, @lovelymasks & @diamondmeadow

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cass / thirties / hp&aftg

dead dove / proship / mdni

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