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please do!

i will normalize regulus/sirius incest even harder

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If I am not having diabolical autistic kinky transgender sex then what's the point?

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i’m laughing SO hard.

a week ago i was so shy about posting my kink shit.

now, i realize, i need to fucking step up my freak if i’m gonna keep up around here.

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God fuck I can’t stop thinking about big brown eyes Remus with fat tears in his eyes getting fucked soooo good. I just know he’d be such a pretty crier oh my god,,.,,

Holy shit making him grind his big useless cock down on a pillow to get off while he cries and whines because it isn’t enough. And he’s leaking everywhere and shaking and his eyes are so wide and full of tears fuuuuuckkkk Jesus Christ

Hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and he’s fucking grinding down pathetically into this pillow feeling so humiliated and just wanting somebody to touch his cock

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NSFW Content Warning: Piss, morning sex, two hot gay men who will unravel you

Regulus wakes up so full of piss his first instinct is to immediately get out of bed and run to the loo, but when he moves to get up Remus pulls him close and rubs his morning wood against Reg’s bare ass.

Reg whimpers because he has to pee so bad but his pussy is aching, dripping for Remus’s big cock.

Remus pulls Reg on top of him. His bladder screams at him while he straddles Remus’s hips, but his pussy is so wet. Before he can even consider otherwise, he’s sliding all the way down onto Remus’s big thick cock, filling him up completely.

Remus’s cock offers short term relief as it gently shifts Reg’s bladder into a more comfortable position. Only as Reg quickly starts approaching his first orgasm does he realize in horror his mistake.

His pelvic muscles scream release, release as he teeters on the cusp of orgasm, his bladder taking it as its cue to do the same.

Instinctively, Reg slams down on Remus’s dick, grinding against it desperately to help him hold it in, but instead it sends the first wave of orgasm wracking through his lower belly and cunt.

He feels the first spurt escape— Remus just thinks Reg is squirting— and shoves his hands against his urethra to try to stop the flow.

He curses the anatomy of his vulva as his legs start to shake from the added stimulation of his clit, and his orgasm smacks him full force.

Pleasure wracks through his entire body, distraught and agonized with it. Completely overwhelmed, his bladder bursts and he starts pissing uncontrollably all over Remus, who—realizing what is happening and trying not to lose his goddamn mind—fucks harder into Reg as his own orgasm takes him.

Tears stream down Reg’s face as fast as piss streams down his thighs. He distantly hears guttural moans that he traces back to his own open mouth.

Finally, bladder empty and cunt full, Reg collapses onto Remus with a slight splash.

Remus wraps his lanky arms around Reg’s small frame, patting his arse affectionately. He slowly traces his long fingers against the inner crease where arse meets thigh, spreading the stray droplets of piss as he goes. Reg shivers, his cunt giving a reflexes pulse around Remus’s slowly hardening dick.

“Getting hard for me again so soon, baby?” Reg coos.

“Trying to at least. I’m absolutely bursting,” Remus admits.

He can already feel the mischievous smirk that’s sliding across Reg’s lips, and grows stiffer at the implications.

“Well, you’re just gonna have to wait, because I need to come again. Can you hold it long enough to get me off, baby?” Reg pouts.

Remus’s dick twitches in response, which is just as well because Remus was fighting to get the words off his tongue.

Reg starts rocking his hips slowly against Remus, their bodies still pressed flush together, jostling Remus’s bladder with each grind. Reg works painfully slowly, bringing Remus back to full mast. Reg exhales a silent scream, his breath hot against Remus’s neck as orgasm number two overtakes him.

Then he continues rocking his hips leisurely, working up to orgasm number three.

By orgasm number four, reg picks up the pace and he slams his cunt roughly against Remus’s pelvis.

He can feel Remus starting to soften inside of him and pulls off achingly slowly.

“You poor thing, you must really need to go,” he tuts, stroking Remus’s cheek with the back of his hand.

Reg rolls off of Remus, butt landing in the soaked sheets, and reaches to grab something from the bedside dresser.

“Roll over. On your stomach,” Reg instructs.

Remus obliges without question, grateful for the slight relief the change in position offers.

He burrows his face into his arms, loose bedhead curls falling messily over his face. He takes a deep breath, squirming slightly as another spasm hits his bladder. He just barely gets it under control when he feels something sliding between his arse, causing him to jump.

Quickly registering the sensation as Reg’s dick, he slides his arse back against it, moaning as it rubs against his hole.

Reg squeezes cold lube directly over Remus’s winking hole, working it in with his thumb, swirling circles around it before dipping all the way in.

"Oh f-fuck, Reg," Remus stammers out, muscular shoulders rolling as he wiggles beneath the gentle touch. "You don't—I can't—please just—need you now."

"Your words, baby," Reg yawned, sliding his thumb out slowly.

"Reg, I'm about to lose it!" Remus finally rushed out.

Snapping into action, Reg lines his tip up with Remus's hole and plunges into him, marveling in how little effort it takes to slide all the way down til labia touches taint.

He works Remus in constant rhythmic thrusts, angling right into his prostate. Remus grips the sheets tight, rutting against them in a vain attempt to find relief for his bladder as Reg fucks him into the bed.

Remus loses his first spurt when Reg hits a spot that sends his gut tumbling.

One turns to two turns two three until Remus is pissing full force into the already cold soaked sheets.

He cries out for Reg as he comes undone, pissing so hard it feels like he's coming without reprieve.

As soon as his bladder finishes emptying, his actual orgasm tears through his body while he humps the sheets erratically, body trembling.

When he's done, he lies there, panting heavily, trying to work through in his head what just happened.

"Ah, very good," Reg commends, sliding out of Remus and plopping down beside him. "Now you won't even remember that I had an accident on top of you."

He pats Remus's cheek affectionately and dries the sheets with a snap.

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Remus: how did Reggie first came out to you?

Sirius: well there were always signs, but when he really did, he did it by giving me a bunch of blue cupcakes and a greeting card that said "it's a boy!"

Remus: That's cute

Sirius: It was NOT cute!

Sirius: I thought he was pregnant.

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They Didn't Flinch

When Regulus told them, it wasn’t dramatic. No tears. No trembling hands. Just a quiet truth placed between them like a fragile thing.

“I’m not a girl. I’m...Regulus.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then Barty tilted his head and grinned, like Regulus had just confirmed something he’d known all along.

“Obviously,” Barty said, without missing a beat, and slung an arm over Regulus’ shoulder like it had always belonged there. Evan didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. He squeezed Regulus’ hand once, firmly, and stood.

By the end of the hour, he and Barty were standing in front of Slughorn’s desk, all righteous fury and unwavering loyalty.

“He’s a boy,” Evan said, voice calm and cold.

“He belongs in our dorm.”

Barty didn’t wait for permission. He simply started moving Regulus’ things himself. They didn’t hesitate. Not once.

From that day on, it was like a switch had flipped. Every time someone said the wrong name, the wrong pronouns, Barty was on them like fire, sharp-tongued and unrelenting. Evan didn’t shout, didn’t rage... he stared. And people folded under it, every time.

They corrected everyone. Professors. Prefects. Friends. No apologies. No explanations. Just firm, unquestioned truth.

“That’s Regulus.”

“He’s a boy.”

“Say it right.”

And Regulus, who had spent so long shrinking to fit a name that felt like a noose.. finally exhaled. He wasn’t alone. He never would be.

Because Barty and Evan, rough and sharp and untamable, loved with a kind of ferocity that burned down fear.

They didn’t flinch.

They never even blinked.

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Black brothers love ❤️💚

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when remus found out that regulus was pregnant, he immediately burst into tears.

the front of his mind screamed i’m going to be a father! we’re going to have a baby!

the back of his mind screamed regulus with mommy milkers! regulus with big swollen mommy milkers!

he wept with joy.

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happy pride to the black brothers i hope they’re having an amazing incestuous smutty time together

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Sirius: I'm not doing it, I refuse

Remus: I'll give you five bucks

Sirius, Heir to so much money, very rich: I'm in

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i’m masc, i have big pretty eyes, jet black curly hair, fair skin (in the winter) and i dress like both of them. and my hair is currently like honestly the perfect mid point between Sirius and Reg’s.

i am starcest

guys help i’m having a crisis over whether i should cut my hair in a Regulus style or a Sirius style

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guys help i’m having a crisis over whether i should cut my hair in a Regulus style or a Sirius style

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i wrote smut that turned into multiple chapters of storyline…

I wrote a fic that started out with a proper storyline, I got distracted, and it turned into 6 chapters of smut...

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cw: piss kink, incest

Sirius thinks he might lose his mind.

Reggie fell asleep in his bed again last night (adorable) and by the next morning, the younger one had properly burrowed his way into Sirius’s side (so fucking adorable).

The problem?

• His thigh was resting directly on top of Sirius’s morning wood

• The only thing separating his raging erection and the soft skin of Reg’s thigh (that Sirius constantly thought about biting) was two thin layers of clothing: Sirius’s briefs and Reg’s pyjama bottoms

• Reg was quietly whimpering and rutting against Sirius’s hip, his thigh stroking Sirius’s dick in a way that was just heavenly stoked the fires of hell in his belly

The solution?

• MOVE

(his hips thrusted up involuntarily)

• for the love of god, not like that!

• push your baby brother onto OFF. OFF your hard on!

• roll into AWAY. roll AWAY from your baby brother who’s perfect thigh is stroking your absolutely aching—

• get a grip!

• NOT on his thigh!! Sirius!

He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned in frustration. Usually lists were helpful in organizing his frantic thoughts, but he was thinking with the wrong head today.

He took a deep breath (cringing at the way it made his pelvis rise into Reg’s thigh) and tried again.

The obstacle?

• he couldn’t wake Reg up like this, he’d definitely feel how hard Sirius is

• but Reg is so pretty when he whimpers and he won’t stop wiggling and his thigh is so soft and warm and

• if Sirius moves, he’s gonna cum

• if Sirius doesn’t move, he’s gonna cum

So it appears he was at an impasse.

But oh god, while Sirius was still fighting to come up with a solution, Reg had suddenly stilled.

Sirius was relieved for all of ten seconds, thinking he might actually get himself out of this one.

Then, a new and much bigger problem arose.

The problem?

• Sirius’s hip was getting warm and wet

• Why was Sirius’s hip getting warm and wet?!

• Oh god, Reg was wetting the bed (he hadn’t done that in ages)

• he still couldn’t wake Reg or else he’d think his depraved big brother was getting off to him wetting the bed (which, well…)

• he was getting off to Regulus wetting the bed

• oh fuck, his piss was starting pool under Sirius’s butt

•oh fuck, Reg’s piss was spreading down the leg of his pyjamas and

• shit, shit, shit

• he was soaking Sirius’s entire crotch too

• Sirius no longer had control over his hips and they were now bucking helplessly into his brothers wet thigh

• Reg was starting to wake up

• wait, what was that last one?

• oh FUCK, Reg was starting to wake up

• and Sirius was at his limit

• (and Sirius was at his limit)

• and Sirius was at his limit

• and Sirius was coming

• in his pants

• against his brother’s warm, supple thigh

• and Reg was now awake

• and rutting against him

• AND RUTTING AGAINST HIM?

• and rutting against him

So maybe he was going about this list from the wrong angle. Okay, new list.

Everything Right With This Moment

• Reg’s perfect little moans

• the way he cried Siri

• the fact that they were both covered in piss

• the fact that they were both covered in piss

• Reggie hugging him like his life depended on it

• Reggie trembling as he came in his piss soaked pyjama bottoms calling out his brother’s name

• the way Reg clung to his side, panting, whimpering, nuzzling his face into Sirius’s chest while he murmured sweet nothings to the younger boy

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The problem?

• they made a mess

The solution?

• bath time together!

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cw: piss kink

transmasc regulus black desperate to pee while out with friends

sitting on remus’s lap trying not to squirm, failing spectacularly

using remus’s Big Dick that is now fully erect to help hold it all in

failing

spectacularly

remus acting as if he just pissed himself, apologizing profusely to regulus for getting it on him

remus absolutely getting away with it because he just blames it on his disability and nobody questions it

regulus not sure if he should feel horribly embarrassed or madly in love

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believe it or not, i still have not shared my most depraved thoughts on this blog yet. which is silly cuz that’s kinda sorta why i made it??

it’s really kinda tame compared to some stuff i’ve seen from this fandom

arguably tamer than some of the stuff i’ve already posted

i just get in my head a lot about… this specific piss kink…

there i said it

okay here it is

transmasc regulus black rushing into sirius’s dorm absolutely desperate for a wee only to find james in the shower.

in utter defeat and desperation, he plops down into the bean bag chair by sirius’s bed, spreads his legs so you can see his panties under his skirt, and lets out a torrent of piss.

sirius, who came running in behind him, and remus who had been reading in his bed across the way— stare in awe as piss soaks reg’s crotch, showing the outline of reg’s perfect cunt, before spilling into the bean bag with a hiss, rapidly getting absorbed.

both remus and sirius are straining in their pants.

mayyybbbeeee one or both of them go in for a taste…

the three of them clean up the mess quickly with a few spells then pile into remus’s bed, pull the curtains shut, and charm them with a silencing and locking spell.

james walks out of the shower, oblivious to everything that’s just transpired.