You can call me Everett or any nickname other than Eve
18+, trans, unlabelled, confused religiously but leaning towards Hellenic polytheism
I wanna make friends/have moots but I’m a nervous guy🥲. I love the marauders (Harry Potter), Percy Jackson, reading, bugs, sharks, and dogs. I have my own 17 y/o dog
I will post very nsfw stuff (including kink, incest, and noncon/cnc) and I’ll definitely reblog nsfw content so keep that in mind. I will also talk a lot about being trans because it is a big part of who I am and I have no where else to talk about it
thinking lately a lot about regulus in his bed in an apartment he and sirius share listening how sirius gets fucked by his boyfriend (remus? james? who knows) and going crazy over the sounds this man draws out of his brother and he thinks these moments may be very well the only moments where he gets so incredibly wet. he humps his pillow in synch with them and doesn't know who he wants to be more right now—sirius who has it so good he seemingly isn't able to shut his mouth for a second, or his boyfriend who gets to see sirius splayed under him, gets to screw him until sirius' legs are all soft and shaky
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Warnings: incest, voyeurism, transmasc anatomy, pillow humping, voice kink, guilt, use of cock & cunt as terms, implied larger than canon age gap
It'd been an accident the first time Regulus caught himself listening to his brother get fucked.
The walls of their apartment were thin. This was bound to happen. He repeated this mantra to himself like a prayer for days after, trying to cleanse any of the lingering thoughts he had.
Every sound stuck inside his head longer than it should've. His brother's moans were pretty, deeper than his own. The occasional French would slip through, babbles in a language that Remus must've liked because their bed would start to rock harder against the wall.
Regulus didn't bring up the noises, not wanting to cross any boundaries after Sirius had let him move in. Reconnecting had been strange enough on its own.
After the second and third time, Regulus needed to stop lying to himself. Denial isn't healthy, or at least thats what his therapist says, but he doubts getting wet over listening to his brother have sex is healthy either.
His hand moved on its own, slipping past Sirius' boxers that'd somehow ended up in his laundry. Fingers brushed over dark curls, teasing touches that were meant to seem mindless.
Regulus knew what he was doing. It was wrong, getting soaked at the sound of Sirius' moans and voice. The guilt of it all didn't stop his imagination, cock aching at the visuals his mind conjured up.
He wondered what position they were in. Pretty pictures of Sirius chest down and ass up plagued him. Remus' large hand on his brother's lower back, keeping him place.
It was enough to make his hand move again, two fingers spreading his folds open. Regulus hadn't been this wet before, the slick making it hard to ignore what was happening.
The French started up again and he had to bite back a moan. Sirius' voice always got deeper when speaking their native tongue. It was decadent, warm. Regulus could listen to his brother speak all day.
Sounds trickling into his room weren't the only consequence to their thin walls. The headboard of Sirius' bed hitting it made Regulus' vibrate, forcing him to feel every thrust. If he focused well enough, he'd be able to sync up with their movements.
Oh. Oh.
Regulus switched positions, straddling a pillow with two hands pressed against the wall, both for stability and to feel the vibrations of his brother's bed more efficiently.
Rolling his hips, his breathing turned shaky, the friction of fabric against his cock making his body tremble. Regulus kept his eyes shut, focused on making his movements match theirs.
He imagined the two older men, how they're probably sweaty and flushed, bodies bare against one another. Regulus craved the feeling of being sandwiched between them, to smell their scents and feel the desperation burn his skin.
Regulus was a sick pervert, and the filth of it all pushed him over the edge, hips stuttering against the pillow. He had to remind himself to breathe, his orgasm consuming every sense Regulus had. Common sense being the main victim.
His forehead fell to rest on the shared wall, slowing vibrations keeping him grounded. If Regulus wasn't currently recovering from what was unfortunately the best orgasm of his life, he would've noticed the telltale sign of the two men finishing soon after him.
The thing about thin walls was that it went both ways.
May I suggest Barty who’s a year younger than Regulus but was such a little genius that he skipped a grade and now Reg must deal with suddenly not having the best grades in his year on top of having a new roommate that follows him around like a lost puppy
I want to see more polyamory pride this pride month i'm serious. Stop being weird about people with multiple partners polyamory is awesome and beautiful and queer
Moonwater size difference. Reg is intimidated by the size of Remus’s cock and Remus “we’ll make it fit” Lupin
okkkk if you haven't already, you should read The Casting Couch by SiriusBlacksTwinkBrother on ao3. Because this is what you need in your life. trust.
Regulus is small enough, not like weirdly small or anything, just on the shorter side. But comparing his hole to Remus' cock? Oh, it's tiny. Two fingers gets him whimpery and sore. Two. He's so tight, he could be fucking soaked and Remus still struggles to push three fingers into him fully.
So Regulus is understandably scared to have sex. Remus is so gentle with him. Comforts him and waits until Regulus wants to have sex.
Regulus is lying on his back, Remus wants to see him. Even just pushing the tip against Regulus' hole has him holding his breath, clutching onto Remus' hand.
"It's alright darling, we'll make it fit. Opened you up already and you're so wet, it'll slip right in, love."
"It won't, Remus, it's gonna hurt—"
"Just for a second, it'll be good after that, I promise, Reg. Trust me."
The thing is, it doesn't fit. Regulus takes just over half of Remus when he asks him to stop. He asks if that can just do that much for now. Remus is already thick as it is, Regulus is completely spread open anyway.
The tip of Remus' cock pressed right against his spot over and over. Remus fucks him slowly, letting Regulus get used to the stretch so that he can take more the next time.
Once he's come twice, once from Remus' fingers, once from his cock, he starts slurring apologies. He keeps saying sorry, that he wants to take it so badly, wants to be fucked open, wants to make it fit.
When they eventually work up to it, Regulus is a pro. He still cries, he's still tight, but he's sitting on Remus' cock, grinding back, never pulling out too far because it finally fits, why would he want even an inch of it left untouched?
happy pride month to trans people who still enjoy harry potter & are accused of siding with a literal terf or told that they're not welcome in the community for that reason alone, even though simply enjoying harry potter (fanworks, pre-owned books, pirated or pre-owned movies) doesn't make someone an evil terf & jkr supporter actually, giving her money and siding with her viewpoints & bigotry makes someone an evil terf & jkr supporter.
