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Cestember 2024

Cestember is a month long multifandom shipcest event with daily prompts and weekly suggested pairings hosted by Macrocest.

Prompts and FAQ below and on AO3:

Week One Suggested Pairing: Siblings

01. Wet Dreams 02. Voyeurism 03. Intercrural Sex 04. Bunk Beds 05. Fucking Machine 06. Threesome 07. Spanking

Week Two Suggested Pairing: Parent/Child

08. Student/Professor 09. Lingerie 10. Fantasy 11. Prostitution 12. Sex Toys 13. Tickling 14. Orgasm Denial

Week Three Suggested Pairing: Extended Family (e.g. cousins, uncles, grandparents, etc.)

15. Loss of Virginity 16. Objectification OR Somnophilia 17. Corruption 18. Glory Hole 19. Cockwarming 20. School Uniform 21. Accidental Incest

Week Four Suggested Pairing: Pseudocest (e.g. adopted siblings/children, step-siblings, step-parents, god-parents, incest roleplay, etc.)

22. Sexting 23. Hate Sex 24. Dubcon 25. Playing House 26.Cum Dump 27. Exhibitionism 28. Breeding

Week Five Suggested Pairing: Selfcest (e.g. past/future self, clone, multiverse version of themself, etc.)

29. Objectification OR somnophilia 30. Grooming

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[cassetteinability]

@microcest / @macrocest prompt: “that isn’t mine” / 621 words / tw incest duh

also added to ao3 here

“What is…” Sirius slid his leg back and forth between his sheets again, his foot catching on a stray piece of fabric again. He hooked it over his toes before dragging it up to the opening and transferring it to his hand.

It was a pair of boxer briefs, green with a grey waistband, and definitely not Sirius’.

“Regulus!” Sirius called, not wanting to get out of bed, and knowing his younger brother was still awake in his own bedroom. “Reggie, come here!”

“What?” Regulus asked as he stepped into the doorway, expression and tone equally bored. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pajama pants, a book in his hand with his index finger squished between the pages to hold his place.

“Why are your underwear in here?” Sirius asked, holding up the offending article of clothing to show Regulus. There was a damp spot at the front, dark and stiffening, as if Regulus’ cock had been leaking at the tip before he finally kicked them off, like maybe… “Did you fuck someone in my bed?”

Sirius willed his heart rate not to spike at the visual, silently begging his own dick not to grow hard at the thought of his brother writhing around in the exact spot he was currently laying in.

A blush crept up Regulus’ cheeks at the accusation, but he shook his head all the same. “No, Sirius,” he said, tone suddenly patronizing. “I didn’t fuck someone in your bed.”

Sirius looked at the underwear in his hand, thought about the way they had so clearly been pushed off under the covers in a fit of rushed desperation, and wondered if Regulus had left them for Sirius to find, or if he had simply forgotten them.

“Did you—” Sirius felt his voice break and paused to take a deep breath to steel himself. “Did you jerk off in my bed, Reggie?”

Regulus let out a soft, embarrassed laugh, looking away from Sirius’ gaze. “Of course not, Sirius.” The words were soft, devoid of emotion, and clearly a lie. Regulus wasn’t trying very hard to hide the truth of what he had done.

“Why in my bed?”

“It smells like you,” Regulus replied, his blush spreading further down his face and across his bare chest, but there had been no hesitation in the words.

Oh fuck.

Sirius clenched his eyes shut and dragged in another deep breath. His heart was racing, even as he felt all of his blood rush to his cock at the insinuation.

“You think about me while you touch yourself?” Sirius asked, opening his eyes to look back up at Regulus. He knew his own pupils would be blown wide, lust-crazed and desperate, but it was Regulus that had started this. It was Regulus’ desperation that had led Sirius to realize the thrumming need under the surface of his skin, and Sirius knew Regulus wouldn’t reject him.

Regulus sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and nodded his head. “I can only come when I’m in your bed.”

Regulus could only finish when he felt close to Sirius, when he was surrounded by his scent and his belongings? What would Regulus’ orgasm be like if he came with Sirius in the bed with him?

“Show me,” Sirius said, tossing the underwear to the side and scooting over to make room for his brother. “I want to see your pretty face when you come on my sheets.”

Regulus’ breath audibly hitched. He tossed his book onto Sirius’ dresser before stepping further into the room, all bashfulness just as forgotten as the page he had been reading.

Regulus grinned, a sultry, sexy thing, before sliding his pajama pants down his legs and kicking them off to the side.

“Make me, Siri.”

[ticigi]

Good Boys Can Keep Secrets

@microcest

Prompt: Shhh…don’t let mom hear 

Word count: 1,649 (I'm so sorry, this is so far from a microfic, but I tried. I swear next time I'll stay within an acceptable word count.)

Warnings: underage

Pairing: Sirius/Regulus

Summary: Sirius shows Regulus something only grown ups do.

Regulus’ underwear was pooling at his socked feet. His small hands were trembling as he clutched nervously at the hems of his robe, keeping it up, his lower half fully exposed: the thin legs, the redness on his knobbly knees, a purple or two ruining the otherwise alabaster skin – evidence of Sirius’ harshness and creativity for making up plays that’d end up bruising one or the other.

His nudity wasn’t something he used to be embarrassed about – Sirius and he had a fair share of baths together when they were smaller, and his brother’s lack of sense of privacy kept the vision of their growing bodies known to each other.

But having Sirius facing his…private parts directly was far too embarrassing. Especially when he felt his brother getting closer, his hot breath bruising against him. It made him feel tingles in his lower stomach, and his penis, to his horror, started to move.

“Are-are you sure? You said adults do this, but it’s dirty, I mean, I’m not dirty, but I pee from there…” he asked, certain it was all a mockery, and Sirius would stand up and laugh at his face at any time.

His brother looked up with a devilish grin, but instead of finally revealing it was a lie, he did something far more audacious. His tongue, soft and hot and moist, did something that made Regulus see stars, his mind went blank for a second: with deliberate slowness, Sirius licked his cock, - there, he finally allowed himself to think the dirty word - from the base to the tip, never breaking eye contact, though Regulus couldn’t quite focus, with his shuddering breath and the familiar shame that came with the warmth of tears pooling on his eyes, ready to fall any instant.

“I promise you, Reggie, they do. I saw it myself. Look, you’re getting hard from it. What I just did, didn’t it feel good?” Sirius asked in an unexpectedly soothing voice, looking almost uncertain. 

“It-it did, it’s just…very intense,” Regulus responded, his soft voice lending a whisper-like quality to his words.

“I’ll put it in my mouth, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, Sirius dived down again as Regulus nodded anyway. 

This time, it was even more intense as Sirius engulfed what he could at once. It was by far the most pleasing feeling he had in his whole life – almost unbearably so, and Regulus instinctually let out a shuddery moan and faltered on his knees, but Sirius caught him just in time.

“Shh…don’t let mum hear,” Sirius chided, his mouth producing a pop sound as he lifted his head. Regulus felt the tingles again at the sight of his cock, pink and covered in drool, so close to his brother’s face.

“Sorry,” he whispered, biting his lower lip as Sirius went down on him again.

This was better than spending holidays in their villa, Regulus thought. And he really, really loved the summer. Sirius gave shivers a whole new meaning: nothing else ever made him shiver for how good a sensation was. His brother’s wet, hot mouth felt even better around his cock, humming and moving up and down, making embarrassing noises, than it felt when Sirius told him for the first time that he needed kissing lessons, for when the time arrived Regulus wouldn’t embarrass himself.

Regulus practiced thoroughly whenever his parents were around and felt quite good in his abilities, even daring to stand on his toes and taking the initiative sometimes. The noises Sirius made when they french-kissed was proof of his skills. It sounded as if he was enjoying the experience. Regulus didn’t particularly fancy any girl, but doing it with Sirius was nice enough that he didn’t have the courage to tell his brother that this new ability wouldn’t be put to use for a long time, excepting Sirius.

If he already thought Sirius was amazing at this – and the thought he might have practiced on some other boy was rather unpleasant –  it was even better when his brother went further down and choked a little, and he could swear his cock would move by itself, had it any space. Regulus didn’t even think of being concerned, because he felt the tip of his cock brushing against the back of Sirius’s throat, but quickly it ended.

“Fuck,” his brother cursed, his voice a little coarser, gasping for air, “your little cock is so pretty I wanted to swallow it whole, but that’s harder than I thought. I’m not sure you can actually come yet, but try to keep quiet, okay? I’ll make you orgasm…promise it’s better than anything you’ve ever felt.” 

Sirius’s breath near his cock was making him want to both squeeze his tights together, and open them further apart.

“Can- can I try it later? I mean, I want to try to make you feel the tingles as well,” Regulus felt his face hot. He must look like a mess, struggling to keep his posture straight, hair rubbing against the wall, sweat on his forehead.

“Sure, baby brother. I’ll feed you my cock whenever you want. We’ll know if you’re good enough if you make me cum.” He tilted his head, “Have you ever? Cummed? You know, the white thing that comes out of men’s cocks?”

Regulus shook his head, feeling his face burn at the obscenities and trying not to think about how it felt good hearing it. 

“Well, it’ll happen when you grow a little more. Actually, It won’t take long, I guess. There’s a little hair growing here. Very thin and sparse, though. But you’ll let me know, won’t you?”

Regulus nodded dutifully, squeezing his legs together for a moment. “I will.”

Sirius gently caressed his inner thigh, smiling with fondness. This Sirius was the one Regulus adored the most.

“Of course you will, you’re such a good boy, always…”

Whatever his brother would say next was swallowed down as he closed his mouth around the head, giving it teasing suckles and little kisses that were making Regulus bite his sore lower lip to stop making noise. Then, Sirius looked up, his hungry gaze locked with his, and Regulus' heart skipped a beat when he attempted to reach the back of his throat again. His palms must have been bleeding with how much effort he was putting into not letting go of his hem and pulling Sirius’ hair. He wasn’t authorized – Sirius hated it when he was showing something new and Regulus acted without asking for permission. Plus, it’d be incredibly rude. He’d have to ask to touch Sirius’ hair…or any part of him next time, gently, of course.

Sirius increased his rhythm, and all it took was three times more in the hot, tight and wet moving fast when he felt it. This time he let go of his robes, which fell over Sirius’ head and hid him from view. But the covering of his brother’s beautiful face didn’t matter, because Regulus’ head tilted up against the wall, closing his eyes and curling his toes. He could feel his brother’s hands on him, keeping him steady. Regulus hoped he could make Sirius’ toes curl like his and his knees lose strength too.

He felt a kiss right under his belly button before his brother lifted his head out of the dark fabric, looking amused. “Yeah, nothing came out, but it was lovely anyway. We’ll see next time.”

“You say such scandalous things,” Regulus pouted, suddenly upset by the notion, “It seems like you have done it before. To other boy.”

“Why would I? I have the prettiest one right across the hallway,” Sirius responded, his smug smile back.

Regulus blushed, feeling silly for asking. His brother slipped his forgotten underwear up his legs, hands touching as much skin as they reached on the way and adjusted it over his hips, spreading his hands over Regulus’ backside before moving on to close the buttons of his robes. Regulus felt like a child, being dressed by someone else. He felt inadequately young and uninformed compared to his brother, who was showing him things only adults did.

“I-I wouldn’t want anyone else to…to teach me the things you do. Or say such indecencies. When other boys talk about dirty things, I don’t like it. But with you, it feels different.”

Slowly, Sirius rose to his feet, his knees moving a bit stiffly. Regulus would have to remember to use a cushion next time. Tenderly, his brother planted a kiss on his forehead, making something in Regulus’ stomach coil.

“That’s because I’m your big brother; I’m the one you’re supposed to learn things from, even the ones Mother and Father don’t want you to hear. They think you’re too much of a baby for that. They coddle you. But I know better. You’re grown up enough, so as long as we keep it a secret, I can make you feel good.”

His brother was larger than life; a magnetic presence Regulus wanted to be around for as long as he was allowed. Sirius trusted him, and his heart raced at the thought of breaking his brother’s trust. He’d never dare. Sirius would be angry. Plus, he really wanted to prove he was grown up enough, like Sirius said, and snitching was not the right path for it.

“Where did you learn it? What you just did?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over this, pet.”

In the hallway, a stunned Walburga lingered by the door. She had intended to check on the boys before dinner, adept at the art of moving quietly, a skill essential for any mother dealing with a mischievous child. With a quiet sigh, she retreated downstairs. "What a worthless husband," she muttered to herself, feeling both embarrassed and humiliated. A serious talk with Orion after dinner was due. “Can’t even remember putting up the privacy spells.”

[cheesetalia]

Small Town, Tuesday Night

Written for the @microcest June 26th Prompt: Blind Date

America/Canada | 2.7k words | twincest, SFW

Rotting away in the boring small town he grew up in, Alfred lets himself be pushed into a blind-date with the one other gay guy in the area—some dude named Matthew. There's no way he'll hit it off with some stranger, but at least it'll shut his nagging dad up for awhile, and­­ offer some variety in a life where the days all blur together.

Matthew is spending his summer break upstate, enjoying hiking and fishing and being away from the hustle and bustle of the city. When his aunt offers to set him up with a coworker's son, he accepts. He wasn't exactly pining away for a boyfriend but maybe a little romance will spice up his summer.

Neither is prepared for what they'll see when they finally meet.

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Alfred was relaxing on the couch peacefully picking flowers in Skyrim when Arthur walked in from the kitchen.

Alfred didn't even have to look up at his dad to know he was about to dish out some criticism. It was all he seemed to have for Alfred these days.

"I'm sick of seeing you mope about the house. You're twenty-six years old, if you can't find a job, you can at least meet someone!" Arthur said.

Alfred thought for the millionth time that he really needed to get a TV for his bedroom so he could take his PS5 upstairs and be safe from Arthur's relentless nagging.

"I've tried!" Alfred whined, "It's not that easy. Do you know how many gay guys there are around here? None!"

Here being a small town in rural Minnesota.

"Nonsense. Why, just the other day Chloé at work was saying her nephew came out as gay recently. You can date him." Arthur said, putting his hands on his hips.

He was wearing a little checkered apron over his clothes, and going by the harsh acrid stench of smoke beginning to waft out of the kitchen, he would be better off checking on his scones than pestering his son. But Alfred knew when Arthur got on a roll he wouldn't listen.

"One guy," Alfred grumbled, "and he could be forty for all I know."

"He is not forty," Arthur scoffed, "he's a student at the University of Minnesota."

"That doesn't mean anything, he could be a nontraditional student," Alfred said, just to be contrary.

At his age, he would be a nontraditional student if he enrolled, like Arthur was always nagging him to do.

"Quit making excuses," Arthur scolded, "do you want to be still sitting on my couch when you're forty? I'll ask Chloé his age and if he's closer to yours than mine, you can go on a date with him."

"Yeah sure whatever," Alfred mumbled.

It's not like he didn't want to find a partner, although having to be set up by his dad was so embarrassing. He was sure the guy would be a total dud, with nothing in common with Alfred other than being gay. Maybe a Log Cabin Republican, or some super flamboyant type.

Arthur smirked at Alfred's acquiescence, savoring the triumph of finally succeeding in one of his attempts to push his manchild son towards the milestones of adulthood.

That was, until he noticed the dark smoke now billowing out of the kitchen.

"Bollocks!"

*****

It turned out that Chloé's nephew was the same age as Alfred ("If that's not a sign I don't know what is," Arthur had said smugly).

"Okay, what's his number?" Alfred asked.

"I didn't get his number," Arthur said.

"Well get it! Geez. How do you expect me to get in touch with this guy without a phone number?" Alfred asked.

Arthur rolled his eyes and walked off to call Chloé (yes, call, because Arthur was such an old man he still called everyone instead of texting) and get Matthew's number. Alfred heard him mutter something about "in my day".

"In your day you probably sent a telegram," Alfred said.

Arthur walked back in, phone cradled to his ear and still chatting with his coworker, and flipped Alfred off.

Alfred sputtered. "I'd get grounded for a week if I did that," he protested.

Arthur put his hand over the phone's mouthpiece and said, "My house, my rules."

Alfred fumed. Maybe he'd hit it off with this Matthew guy, who'd get a high-paying job when he graduated, and then Alfred could move in with him and be his cute gamer house-husband.

Hell, Alfred would move into a shed with a hobo at this point to get away from Arthur's annoying ass. But a shed wouldn't have electricity for his PS5...

Alfred sighed. Better hope Matthew made the big bucks then. When Arthur finally (finally! God, the man gossiped like an old hen) returned with a scrap of paper with Matthew's number on it, Alfred snatched it out of his hands, saying "That could have been a text you tree-wasting bastard."

While Arthur started a longwinded rant about showing respect, Alfred sent Matt a quick text saying "Hi :)" and then started sleuthing online. Everyone had an online footprint. Time to find out what this Matthew was really like.

*****

Alfred dug around online in between texts with Matthew. Matthew was polite but didn't hesitate to answer all of Alfred's questions. Alfred had a tendency to bombard people with texts, sending a dozen in a row rapid-fire. Matthew didn't complain or ask Alfred to slow down, that was one point in his favor.

According to Matthew he was: in his senior year of college working on a Conservation Biology degree. He'd grown up in Canada but moved to the states as a teen. He enjoyed hockey, nature, and his favorite food was pancakes.

His taste in memes was excellent, and he and Alfred spent the next couple of hours sending each other dumb shit until Arthur yelled at him to be quiet because he was laughing so hard.

"Uptight British asshole," Alfred grumbled, but he took his phone and went to sit in the backyard all the same.

Fireflies glowed in the darkness a few yards from the deck, but their beauty was wasted on Alfred, who was too busy getting to know his new potential-boyfriend.

The hours passed quickly with them chatting about everything and nothing. Alfred was stoked to find out they had the same music taste (eclectic and broad, spanning all genres, even the ones people usually listed as exceptions, like country and rap) and liked a lot of the same bands. They played a lot of the same games too.

"I was actually playing Skyrim when Aunt Chloé called me about you." Matthew texted.

"haha, what a coinkydink. we're on the same wavelength." Alfred replied.

He was starting to feel really excited about their upcoming date (bowling, because "what else is there to do in this town?" "IKR???"). Maybe Matthew and him were meant to be.

"I hardly ever get to play cuz I'm so busy with classes...speaking of classes, I have an 8am class! D: I didn't realize it'd gotten so late. I'd better go to bed. See you tomorrow!" Matthew sent.

"Nite!" Alfred replied, pondering if he should send a kissy emoji or something like that. But nah, they didn't know each other that well yet.

With that decided, he stuck his phone in his pocket and headed back indoors. Matthew might be going to bed, but Alfred would be up for a couple more hours leveling his WoW characters.

*****

The next day, the date loomed heavily in his mind. In between gaming with his online friends he texted Matthew. Something occurred to him after lunch.

He still didn't have a clue what Matthew looked like. Matthew's Facebook icon was a picture of a polar bear, not a photo of himself. The guy's Instagram gave away nothing—not a single selfie or group pic. It was mostly meal snapshots and photos from hiking trails.

Alfred texted him, "Can you send me a photo of yourself? I'm not asking for a dickpic or anything, I just wanna know what you look like so I can spot you at the bowling alley."

A couple minutes later Alfred's phone dinged. He snatched it up, eager to see what his date looked like.

The excited grin fell off of Alfred's face as he stared at the screen, confused. It was...a photo of himself? His eyes looked weirdly purple in the photo but that was probably a filter.

Had Arthur sent Chloé a photo of Alfred and she'd passed it on to Matthew, and Matthew accidentally sent that instead of one of his own selfies? Or had Matthew been e-stalking and gotten the photo off of Alfred's Instagram account or somewhere?

Either way it was weird. Alfred didn't recognize or remember the photo at all. In it, his hair looked unusually lush and wavy, and he had an uncharacteristically sweet smile on his face as he leaned on the railing of a balcony.

Alfred squinted at the background of the photo. What looked suspiciously like the Eiffel tower stuck out among the more normal buildings.

Alfred had never been to Paris, or even France. The only place he went overseas was to England with Arthur to visit his relatives there. Why had someone Photoshopped him into Paris? Was this guy Matthew a total fucking weirdo or was this Arthur's doing?

A chill ran down his spine at the possibility that Arthur had gotten him entangled with a freakin' psycho!

"ARTHUR!" Alfred hollered, jumping off the couch and running to find his dad.

He found Arthur in his study upstairs, frowning over some paperwork. When Alfred burst through the door, Arthur glanced up, eyes searching Alfred's body for any injuries or cause for alarm.

"Half the town can hear you shouting, what is it?" Arthur asked.

In response, Alfred held up his phone. Arthur look at the glowing screen.

"A photo of yourself?" Arthur sighed, "Alfred, I really don't have time for this. Please don't interrupt me unless it's something serious.

"I didn't take this! Matthew sent it to me," Alfred said.

"And?" Arthur raised one bushy brow.

Arthur presumed the boy had gotten a photo off of Alfred from the internet. Strange maybe, but who knew what was all the rage with kids these days and why?

"And I don't recognize this photo at all, and, and—look, that's the Eiffel Tower!" Alfred said, pointing to it.

Arthur looked.

"Did you send Chloé or Matthew any photos of me?" Alfred asked.

"No, I haven't sent them anything of the sort." Arthur said.

"So where did he get this? And why would he doctor it to put me in France? What sort of a weirdo did you set me up with?!" Alfred asked, waving his arms around.

"I'm sure he's a perfectly nice lad, it's probably a joke. Why don't you ask him?" Arthur asked.

"Why don't I ask him?" Alfred mimicked him. Then, he shouted "Because I don't want to end up chained up in his basement!"

"Always use a safeword son," Arthur said.

"Ewww! Take this seriously!" Alfred said, his face scrunching up.

"Don't go on a date with him if it bothers you so much," Arthur said, "Now, I'm very busy with work so if you could leave now—"

"When they find my body in a ditch somewhere, you'll wish you'd listened to me," Alfred grumbled.

He stalked out of Arthur's office with his phone clenched in his hand. When he got back to his bedroom, he flopped down on the bed to stare at the photo some more, as if it would give up its secrets. Matthew had messaged again while he was arguing with Arthur.

"No response? Damn, I didn't think I looked that bad lol," Matthew's text read.

"Where did you get that photo?" Alfred texted back.

"Papa took it, when we were in France last year," Matthew answered.

Then he sent,"How about you? Send me a selfie? :)"

"You already know what I look like :/" Alfred responded.

The reply from Matthew came through a few seconds later, "Wdym?"

Alfred growled. The fucker was playing dumb. This guy had to be a real whackjob. This was the weirdest catfish ever—Matthew had stolen his date's photo to present to them, pretending to be them? Completely bizarre. Did Matthew even like all those bands and video games he said he did, or had he just stalked Alfred thoroughly and learned all his likes and dislikes?

He didn't scare Alfred though. Alfred was going to meet the little psycho in person and give him a piece of his mind.

****

It was already dark out when Alfred walked up to the bowling alley. The parking lot was nearly empty of cars, since Tuesday wasn't exactly a hot date night for most people. The ancient building that housed the bowling lanes was in poor-repair, but it was brightly lit outside, so Alfred sat down on the bench next to the entrance. Junebugs flew by his head, drawn by the light, but Alfred ignored them.

He was busy texting Matthew. "I'm here. waiting by the bench outside" he sent.

Then he put his phone down and waited, eyes scanning the parking lot but also alert to the door next to him, in case the weirdo was inside and would come out to get him.

After a few minutes, a small white car pulled into the parking lot, parking a few spaces down from the entrance.

Alfred tensed as the car door opened, and a man stepped out. Was this him? As the young man approached, Alfred's jaw dropped.

"What the fuck?" Alfred asked.

"Are you Alfred?" Matthew asked, blinking. He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and put the glasses back on. Stared. "Wow," he croaked. "We...look a lot alike."

"Yeah, no shit," Alfred said, staring back.

So that hadn't been a stolen photo of Alfred, Photoshopped for some bizarre reason that only a twisted nutcase would understand.

Alfred chuckled. "Well, at least you're not crazy."

"You thought I was crazy?" Matthew asked, "Why?"

"Dude! I thought you sent me a photo of me," Alfred said.

Matthew sat down next to him on the bench. "Yeah, I can see how you'd think that. No wonder you wouldn't send me a photo back."

"Man, we look so much alike—this is nuts! We could be twins," Alfred said.

Matthew groaned, covering his eyes with one palm. "Don't say that. It would be just my luck eh? Finally meet a nice boy who likes me back and he's my brother."

"Aww, you think I'm a nice boy. Enjoy that delusion while it lasts," Alfred snarked.

Matthew straightened, his pretty violet-tinted eyes (and Alfred was still in awe that he was dating a guy with legitimately purpley-blue eyes) narrowing as he looked over Alfred's face again. Alfred couldn't look away from him. It was so strange.

"Let me guess, you were born on July 1st, and you're adopted," Matthew said.

"Yep! Hey, how'd you know I was adopted?" Alfred asked, not jumping to conclusions as fast as Matthew.

"Because my birthday is also July 1st, and I'm also adopted." Matthew said, "Fuck, this sucks. Do you know what this means?"

"We're time-twins! That's so kickass!" Alfred said.

"Yes, we're—wait, what? Time twins?" Matthew asked.

"Also called 'astro twins'!" Alfred informed him, "It's people born around the same time, around the same place. I guess if you were born like, half way across the globe from me, then you might have a different birth chart."

"Oh shit, you believe in astrology," Matthew let out a shaky laugh, "Well at least there's that. Clearly we never would have worked as a couple."

"Hey man, what do you have against astrology?" Alfred asked.

"Nothing," Matthew assured him, "it's just complete hocus, but you can believe what you want."

"Oh fuck man, you tryna start a fight?" Alfred said, shaking his head.

"Not at all," Matthew replied, "Time-twins or not, I think we're literal twins. Same birthday, adopted, look the splitting image of each other. I bet if we could get our adoption records opened, it would show we have the same birth mother."

"Bullshit dude, I finally found a boyfriend! No way am I having him taken away from me by some corny soap opera shit!" Alfred said.

"So what, you want to just ignore that we're almost certainly blood related? Identical twins? People will notice that we look just alike," Matthew said.

"I'll dye my hair," Alfred said, stubborn as ever, "and no one can unseal our adoption records, so they can't prove shit!"

"There's no way this is going to work," Matthew said, "but okay. Brother, boyfriend, I want to learn more about you either way."

"Sweet! Maybe I won't die a virgin after all," Alfred said, grinning at his twin.

"You're still a virgin? At our age? Oh my god," Matthew said.

"Don't judge me! Who would I screw in this podunk town? Before you arrived, that is," Alfred said, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Matthew groaned.

C'mon, let's go bowl!" Alfred said.

He grabbed Matthew's hand and pulled him to his feet, dragging him through the swinging doors of the bowling alley.

[shipcestroleplay]

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[iaskedforcosmiclove]

@microcest Prompt: “Shhh…Don’t Let Mom Hear”

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Sirius Black/James Potter Implied Regulus Black/Sirius Black w/ a dose of future Remus Lupin thrown in the mix.

Word count: 741

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"Nmph anpmh bremph," Sirius struggled behind the large hand cupping his mouth and nose. James loosened his grip to hear Sirius below him gasp for air. It was the dead of night, with only the moon shining through the sheer curtains in James' room. 

"Oh, shit, sorry." James stilled his movement, moving his hand to rest on Sirius' cheek, allowing him to take deep, steady breaths. 

"Okay, okay, I'm - ah - you can keep going - oh fuck" James braces himself, both hands palms down on each side of Sirius' head. Gripping the sheets, he slowly pulls out and thrusts back inside his best friend, his brother. This was the first summer break Sirius had spent every night at the Potters, his new home. 

"Pads, you need to keep it down."

"I'm trying just fuck; you feel so good, Jamie." This was the first summer break they did this almost nightly.

"Pads, please. Our mom's a light sleeper, you know that."

"Your mother." Sirius whispered with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Stop that, you're my brother. She loves you just as much."

"I already had a brother."

"Have, love. We'll get him out. We'll get him out and show him what a home feels like."

James quickened his pace, in and out in a steady rhythm mimicked by the smaller boys: Ah, ah, ah. James slowly lowered himself to his elbows, making sure his rhythm didn't falter. He placed his forehead on the others; they were breathing the same air. Puffs of hot breath tickled the other, lips centimeters apart, but they didn't kiss. James hasn't asked why. It's not something they do. 

"Kiss me," Sirius said, taking James by surprise. He looked into the other boy's eyes, trying to find anything that told him Sirius didn't mean it. All he saw was love. When their lips met, they made soft, gentle movements. They were passionate but not hungry. 

Their movements grew increasingly frantic, and their breathing became labored. Sirius lowered his right hand from their grip on James' hair and began to stroke himself as quickly as he could. James felt Sirius clench around his cock; he knew he was close. With a shuddering sigh, Sirius spilled over his hand and stomach as James gave one, two, three more thrusts and spilled inside his best friend. 

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James wrapped his arm around Sirus' waist and pulled him close to his chest. They lay in the afterglow, waiting for their heart rates to slow and their breathing to even out. With his back against his chest, James couldn't tell if the smaller boy had fallen asleep until he spoke up. 

"He was my first kiss, and I was his... I haven't, not with anyone else." James didn't have to ask who Sirius was talking about. He knew he missed his brother, our brother. He knew the guilt that lived inside his best friend was eating away at him the longer he spent not knowing if he was okay. James squeezed Sirius a little closer to comfort him and remind him of his promise earlier that night. 

A few minutes passed before Sirius spoke up again. 

"Prongs?" 

"Mmm?" James replied sleepily, burrowing his face in Sirius' hair and breathing in his scent. 

"Do you think if we invite Moony to be with us, he'll want to?" James was waiting for Sirius to bring up their other best friend. He moved his head to rest his chin on the other boy's shoulder. 

"Like be with us or be with us?" 

"Both"

"I'd like him to be." And he did. James loved his best friends and would do anything to keep them all safe. 

"Me too…do you think – do you think he'd be weirded out about.."

"I think you can carve out Moony's heart with your bare hands, and he'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt." He knew he said the right thing as he felt his best friend wiggle in excitement and classic tell for his happiness. Leave it to Sirius Black to find that statement romantic. 

"I think I'm in love with him." 

"I know." and I'm in love with your brother, James thought, but that's a conversation for another day.

"I love you too, you know, and I love my--" His voice cracked, unable to finish his thought.

"I know, Pads; go to sleep, yeah? We'll owl Moony in the morning."

Both boys breathing evened out, and Euphemia Potter was able to go back to sleep. 

[just-a-whorecrux]

"Good Boy."

Draco is such a good boy.

@microcest April 3, 2024 prompt: shh... don't let mom hear Abraxas Malfoy/Draco Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy | 423 words Warning: ambiguous age, explicit sexual content

Draco releases a soft whine as his father's cock fills him, stretching his insides to the point of pain. The boy's fingers curl into the sheets, his spine arching like a bow as he rocks back to meet Lucius' thrust. With his pelvis flush against Draco's tight arse, Lucius holds himself there. Draco's body is trembling, his channel constricting as he acclimates to his father's cock inside him. He pulls out slightly, watching the boy's abused rim cling to his shaft. He slams his hips forward, and Draco's cry is sharp, pleasure laced with pain.

"Shh…" Lucius hums soothingly, running his palm along the dip of Draco's back. "You don't want your mother to hear you, do you?"

"Don't fret, Lucius," Abraxas drawls, trailing his fingers through his grandson's hair. "Our Draco's such a good boy. He'll stay nice and quiet, won't you, darling?"

He traces the boy's lips with the head of his cock, painting them with precum. They're so plump and red, and Abraxas can hardly hold himself back. "Now open that pretty mouth, Draco."

Draco's silver-blue eyes shimmer with unshed tears as his lips part, allowing his grandfather entry. Draco doesn't make a sound as his grandfather fucks his throat, his arse taking unyielding abuse from behind. Tears trail silently down his cheeks, his bobbing little cocklet dripping beneath his belly.

When Lucius' and Abraxas' climaxes hit, and their seed fills Draco, he comes, his own Malfoy seed splattering across the sheets.

Abraxas gazes down at his beautiful grandson, rosy cheeks stained with tears. Cum dribbles down the boy's chin, his eyelids growing heavy from lack of oxygen. Unsheathing himself from Draco's mouth, the boy coughs, sputtering as he falls forward against the blankets. Lucius is still inside him, using his own cum as lube as he continues to thrust in and out of his nearly unconscious son.

"Are you all right, Draco?" Abraxas asks, brushing the boy's sweat-slick fringe from his brow. 

Draco stares bleary-eyed up at him and smiles weakly. Abraxas beams back.

"Such a good boy," Abraxas whispers, pressing a kiss to Draco's forehead.

"The best," Lucius groans with a final thrust, flooding the boy's insides with more seed. 

"Daddy…" Draco whimpers, the lust evident in his gaze. His cocklet spurts weakly, as if on command. "Papa…"

Draco reaches for him, and Abraxas tastes himself on the boy's tongue as they kiss deeply. He'll have the boy next, sopping with cum as he bounces on his cock. Their perfect little dragon.

And his mother will never know.

[goldenbi]

hi. i’m golden

fics / ao3

this is my hp sideblog. it is 18+. I post nsfw fic/art/fancasts as well as some problematic/dark content.

the basics:

you can find my fics here on tumblr or on under goldenbi on ao3.

i like & follow from @brokenjar; I also have a multifandom sideblog at @ichor-as-lube (its a bit more nsfw than here)

golden requests: sometimes i will ask for ships to write about and I'll post them here and on ao3

i’m on discord as goldenpages! love to chat & rp drarry + marauders, feel free to message me there!

the blog name is a play on The Golden Boy.

my main tags:

#golden.txt - my posts

#golden.fic - my fics

#golden.ask - answering asks

#tbr - fics i want to read

#fic recs - fics I have read and really love/recommend.

#events - fandom fests, challenges, events, etc.

i have an index that also functions as a list of my common hashtags, favorite pairings, favorite tropes, favorite kinks, & my squicks.

my ships:

my otp is forever drarry, i love how fucked up they are in general and also about each other... but other than that I am a huge multishipper! I basically love any combo (especially any combination of james, sirius, regulus, narcissa, lily and barty).. and that does include incest and problematic ships! If you’re not a fan (understandable) you do not need to follow!

things i help run:

The Strutting Stag / @struttingstag - 18+ James Potter Discord Server, The Strutting Slut Fest, Stag Microfics

Microcest / @microcest - 18+ Multifandom Incest Microfic Prompts, @macrocest 18+ Multifandom Incest fics & events

disclaimers:

one. Please keep in mind general fandom etiquette: Don't Like, Don't Read; Ship and Let Ship; & Your Kink is Not My Kink (and That's Okay).

two. Obviously, as a trans person and just a person in general, I have a very conflicting relationship with Harry Potter. first and foremost: I will never, ever buy any HP merchandise. I will never give money to JK Rowling.

In my head, I see our fanfiction and fanart as a new entity apart from the HP books, but of course they are still transformative works and they are transforming a piece of work that is antisemitic, racist, and also sexist. They were written by a transphobic asshole. (If this is new information to you, check out the #fuck JKR tag.)

Some fanworks deconstruct these biases/beliefs and some fanworks can play into these biases/beliefs unwittingly. Some fanworks are just as racist and antisemetic as the source material.

Transphobia is real and has real harm on real people. Racism is real and has real harm on real people. Antisemitism is real and has real harm on real people. Zionism is also real and I support Palestine. (I post about all of these on my main blog more than here.)

However, what I like about drarry is redemption, remorse, & unlearning harm. I think that real people do have a chance at remorse and redemption and change. I think everyone has a chance to be better and unlearn racism and antisemitism and transphobia and homophobia.

But if they are not doing all that and are currently being bigoted, they deserve to get punched in the fucking throat. So, in essence, fuck JKR and do better.

[litcest]

Bite Me, Andy!

@microcest Prompt no. 29: Bite Me/Cannibalism

Word Count: 1000 Pairing: Andrew Graves x Ashley Graves Rating: Explicit Synopsis: Andrew leaves Ashley alone for just a little bit, but she manages to make a mess. But hey, at least now they have dinner. Warning: nsfw, gore, cannibalism

Also available on AO3

It was a grisly scene that Andrew walked in when he returned from the market. Ashley laid on the floor, her back slumped against the dead man. There was blood covering floorboards and brain matter splattered on the walls. He could not see her face from where he stood in the doorway, but judging by the state of the stranger, something awful must have happened.

The man's skull had been crushed, his chest torn open with his insides spilling out. Lumps of flesh were missing from his members, with the left arm being so revaged that the bone was exposed.

"Ashley!" Andrew screamed, running towards his sister, the bags of groceries dropping to the floor.

Andrew cradled her head in his hands. Ashley's dark hair was sticky, but he couldn't feel any fractures or gashes on it.

"Andy…", she gurgled. Looking at her face, Andrew noticed that her lips were bloodstained, and small red specks freckled across her whole face. Her arm laid limply across her belly and Andrew feared for the worst.

"Andy…", she whispered again. He leaned closer to her, so she didn't have to force her mouth. "I am so goddamn full!", she screamed right at his ear before erupting into laughter. 

Andrew scuttered backwards, alarmed at his sister's sudden movement. Then, he looked her up and down again, checking her for injuries. But there was no sign as to where the blood could have come from, it clearly wasn't hers. "God, Ashley! I thought you were hurt."

"Awww", Ashley cooed, "Were you worried for little old me?", she asked, puckering her lips into a kiss. "So cute, definitely the best brother a girl could ever ask for."

"It's not funny," Andrew crossed his arms and shook his head, but Ashley kept giggling. Careful to not step on any stains or body parts, Andrew walked back to her side.  "Damn, you can be such a bitch sometimes."

With an exasperated sigh, he dropped his head into his hand, rubbing his forehead in a slow, tired motion. "Do I even want to know what happened?" Andrew asked, his voice heavy with disgust as he surveyed the bloody mess. 

Ashley sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a crimson streak on her chin. "Well, you see, I got hungry" she stated, her pink eyes gleaming with delight at the panic taking over Andrew's face. "Just kidding! This asshole saw me when I went outside to use the ice machine. Guess he must have liked what he saw, because when I was coming back, he forced himself into the room. I thought I was a goner for sure. But then, well…", she shrugged, leaving her story incomplete.

"Well, what?" Andrew urged.

"The demon thingy started glowing and our little friend showed up and smashed this guy's brain in!" she squealed with excitement. Her hands mimicked the action of hitting something. "It was like 'bam!' brain matter everywhere. I got hungry after that, so I had a little snack." She licked her lips, eyes gleaming with excitement as she watched Andrew's reaction. "You should try it, Andy. It's fucking delicious."

Andrew, despite the grotesque scene, felt a stirring in his pants. His sister's eyes were wild, her cheeks flushed. She looked alive, vibrant. He swallowed hard, trying to push the thought away, but it lingered. "Ashley..." he started, then stopped, unsure of what to say.

Ashley noticed his discomfort and smirked.

"Oh, Andy, don't tell me you're getting all squirmy just because I had a little snack? Don't be such a prude," she teased, pushing herself off the floor and striding towards him. 

Her clothes were stained with blood, but she didn't seem to care. She pressed herself against him, her hands gripping his shoulders. "I can smell your arousal, you little pervert," she whispered into his ear, her voice low and sultry.

Andrew felt his face flame up at her words, but Ashley just laughed, her breath hot on his neck. "Don't be embarrassed, Andy. You know I want you too…"

"Ashley, we can't, it's wrong," he protested weakly, but his body betrayed him. His hips bucked against her, seeking friction.

With a wicked grin, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. Her breasts spilled out, the black lace of her bra barely containing them. Andrew's eyes widened at the sight, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Oh, don't tell me it's wrong because we are siblings. We killed our parents, for fucks sake. Right or wrong doesn't matter anymore." And, with those words, she brought her lips to his and pushed her tongue into his mouth.

Andrew groaned, the taste of blood and raw meat filling his mouth. He knew he should pull away, but he couldn't. Ashley's hands were all over him, tugging at his clothes, and he found himself responding in kind, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands.

"Fuck," he groaned, pulling away from her mouth to trail kisses down her neck, his hands unclasping her bra, which fell to the ground.

"Come on," Ashley urged, her voice dripping with desire, "bite me, Andy."

And so he did, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her breast. His mouth filled with blood as Ashley shivered in pleasure. His mouth ravaged her body with a hunger previously unknown to him.

Then it was her turn to dig into his biceps, his torso, his thighs. He felt her mouth everywhere, her sharp teeth cutting through his skin and muscle. He felt closer to her than ever before. It was amazing.

Biting turned to kissing and sucking and before he knew it, Andrew was on the bed, Ashley straddling him. Covered in blood and gore, they touched each other until they no longer had the energy to go on.

[microcest]

Hi! As someone who can only write tiny things (hitting 1k is a cause of celebration for me 😅😂) and loves incest, discovering this event was like Christmas coming early. I have written something I quite like and am just waiting for my AO3 invitation to arrive so I can post it to the collection. Thank you SO much for hosting this event! Dreams do come true!! 😂❤❤❤

AHHHHH this is so sweet and it makes me so happy! I am a fellow short form writer too and I loved microfic prompts but I was nervous writing incest for them. This was really just something I wanted to do for me and I decided to share. I am so glad other people like it too!! Hopefully your invite comes soon!!

btw, you can post on tumblr in the meantime if you are comfortable with that!

[microcest]

do y'all care if artists use your prompts too? if yes should we tag you?

That would be SO INCREDIBLE AND AMAZING! YES absolutely you can make art and tag us!!

[microcest]

Is the prompt "separated at birth" only for twins? Or can it be used for other types of shipcest? (Not an English native speaker)

You can definitely use it for other types of shipcest! The prompt can be interpreted however you choose :)

[microcest]

helloo

for how long will the event run, do you know yet? bc it just says prompts will be posted eacb wednesday. indefinitely, or until you run out of steam? (so sorry if it's mentioned but i didn't clock it!)

Indefinitely! We have 35 weeks of prompts planned right now after an initial brainstorm, and clearly we love cest pairings so we’ll definitely have more over time.

[microcest]

if we are submitting to the collection on ao3, does it have to be formatted the way the sample tumblr post is formatted or can it just be tagged and formatted the way an ao3 fic usually is?

It does not need to be formatted the way it is in the example!

For AO3 just do what you normally do!

[cassetteinability]

@microcest / peeping tom / 525 words

@taylorswiftmicrofic / black / tw incest nsfw

Sirius didn’t mean to watch — he didn’t mean to find out at all, if he was being honest. He just needed to know Regulus was okay, that the nightmares plaguing him weren’t too intense. That he wasn’t crying out in fear or agony even in his sleep.

“Be a good boy,” Sirius heard, as soon as he reached Regulus’ door, and he knew that voice. He knew the second he put his eye to the keyhole that he would see Narcissa in Regulus’ room. “Say it!”

Regulus shook his head minutely, and Sirius had never been so grateful for the placement of Regulus’ bed, right there at the center of the bedroom, offering him a perfect view.

He was sprawled out in the middle of his oversized bed, pale body splayed out over his black sheets, his hair blending in with the fabric. Narcissa was kneeling between his legs, entirely naked aside from a deep red harness around her ass and thighs.

She snapped her hips forward roughly, making Regulus gasp.

“Whose cock are you thinking of, hm?” Narcissa asked, lifting a hand to pinch at one of Regulus’ nipples. Sirius held his breath, waiting for the response.

Was this a game the two of them played? Some sort of fantasy recreated for them both?

Regulus shook his head again, but it only spurred Cissy on further as she began to fuck Regulus’ ass harder and faster. The sounds coming out of Regulus’ mouth were obscene, and going straight to Sirius‘ cock.

He knew he shouldn’t be — this was his brother — but Sirius was so hard, the tip of his cock leaking precome instantly. He pressed a palm to his length, sliding it over the fabric of his pajama pants, willing away the pressure and the overwhelming need.

“Fuck,” Regulus whined, finally breaking his silence. “Sirius, fuck!”

Sirius stilled, breath catching in his throat at his brother’s words, at the proclamation.

All at once, Regulus was coming, Narcissa’s thin fingers mercifully wrapping around his width and stroking him through his orgasm. Regulus’ lips continued moving around the letters of Sirius’ name, moaning around the syllables until Sirius was coming in his own pants, hardly touched at all.

Sirius forced his labored breathing to quiet as he continued watching through the keyhole.

Narcissa pulled out of Regulus’ hole, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Always Sirius,” she mused, as she slid the harness down her thighs and off her legs entirely.

Regulus hummed, his beautiful face relaxed as he smiled back at her. “Yeah, I’m fucked.”

Narcissa laughed again.

“And whose pussy were you pretending to be fucking with that dildo, hm?” Regulus asked knowingly, suddenly grabbing Narcissa by the waist and flipping the two of them over. “Bella’s or Andy’s?”

Narcissa smirked, shoving Regulus’ head down between her legs in lieu of a response.

“Be a good girl and say it,” Regulus cooed, throwing Narcissa’s words back at her before diving in and swiping his tongue over her clit.

If this was the way they always played, next time Sirius and his cousins would have to crash their little party and give them what they really wanted.