Remus/Sirius Kink Meme

[ceredwensirius]

As promised in this post (which no one read, lol) I am opening this journal up to an anonymous kink meme. This has nothing to do with my birthday, it just happens to be the most convenient weekend for me for awhile. So, this kink meme will run from now until 10pm January 17th, at which I will turn IP logging back on.

EDIT: Okay, so, this kink meme will run until it runs out of steam, I suppose. I thought to end it tomorrow but that is not to be. I suppose there is no set date now. When prompts start to slow and folks aren't telling me they are working on fills then I'll let everyone know it is coming to end. Also, I've cleaned up my edits a bit.

Rules

1. Anonymous comments only - all others will be deleted by me with no warning.
2. In the subject line of your request put 'Request'
3. One claim per request. Reply to the request comment with 'I've got this' or something, I'm not fussed and then go write your kinky goodness. When you're all ready, post your kinky goodness in reply to the original request.
4. This is a kink meme. No gen, no G, no PG, and no PG13. R and NC17 only. Anything else will get my delete hammer.
5. Remus/Sirius only, though they are free to bring along extra playmates if they so choose.
6. No flames. If I get enough of them I'll turn IP logging back on and this kink meme will be over.

These rules are subject to change by the management, er, me. I've never done this before and the rules as I've laid them out might be quite silly and unworkable. If that is the case, I'll edit the post and make a notation in red letters or something.

EDIT: Art fills are more than welcome!

EDIT 2: I just noticed people are forgetting to put Request in the subject line. People, don't make me spank you.

EDIT: 3 Multiple fills per request is fine. I DID say this was my first time hosting one of these things. :)

EDIT 4: Anon means anon. The rules are simple. Please follow them. I've been lax on reviewers and will continue to be so but if you fill a request, do it anon.

Comments

Request

[(Anonymous)]

Its a common kink I'm sure but I'd love to see Remus spank Sirius :D
please...

I wouldnt be surprised if you all knew who i was already ¬.¬

Request - D/s, collar

[(Anonymous)]

D (Remus)/s (Sirius), collar

Re: Request - D/s, collar

[(Anonymous)]

I'm on this like white on rice!

Request - Mirrors

[(Anonymous)]

Sirius loves to watch himself fuck Remus.

Re: Request - Mirrors

[(Anonymous)]

I've got this!

Request

[(Anonymous)]

Watersports.

That's right. I said it.

Re: Request

[(Anonymous)]

If you hadn't, I would have. I've got this.

[(Anonymous)]

Remus getting fucked by dog!Sirius.

*goes straight to Hell, does not pass go, will hopefully collect fic* ;)

FIC: TRUST ME PART 1/3

[(Anonymous)]

Sirius' eyes were burning into his with what Remus recognized as unbridled lust and intense concentration. He could practically see the cogs spinning with blurry speed inside his devious mind. Remus cast a quick glance at James and Peter who were both hunched over their essays, and then looked back at Sirius warily.

Sirius smiled slowly.

"Prongs, detention left me peckish. I'm going to take Moony on a kitchen run."

James didn't look up. "Bring us back some."

"Pudding," Peter clarified, scratching his nose with his quill and then applying himself to his work again.

"Right." Sirius stood and flourished a hand toward the door. "Off we go, Moony."

Remus followed, uncertain whether he should be feeling a sense of anticipation or dread. He decided to go with both as Sirius preceded him down the stairs and out the portrait hole without a word. It wasn't until Sirius started heading up a stairwell, rather than down toward the direction of the kitchens that he spoke.

"Thought you were hungry."

Sirius shot him an undecipherable look. "We'll get to that later. I've other plans first."

"Such as?" Remus raised an eyebrow.

"Such as you keep your shirt on--for the time being." Sirius leered. "And wait until we get there to find out."

"Get where?" Exasperation made his voice sound cranky, but Remus was getting nervous now.

"Fifth Floor--the old study hidden behind the portrait of Prunella the Pungent."

"Oh," Remus said, turning to give Sirius a curious look. "I'd almost forgotten about that place."

Truthfully, it hadn't been all that interesting as far as secret rooms at Hogwarts went. It was one of the first they had found, and other discoveries afterwards had completely eclipsed the room's modest offerings.

"Exactly. Not likely to be disturbed there."

"Disturbed doing what?" Remus grabbed Sirius' arm to make him stop and look at him. "I mean it, Sirius, what have you got planned? If this is all about getting off, there are a lot more convenient places to--"

Sirius' eyes blazed up again, sending a shiver down Remus' spine. "You owe me."

Taken aback, Remus stared. "What?"

"You owe me, and yes, this is about getting off." Sirius stepped closer. "But we're going to get off my way this time."

"Oh," Remus said a little tremor in his voice. He couldn't help blushing at the reminder of why exactly he owed Sirius. Because, he couldn't deny it, he did owe him in a huge way.

Sirius nodded, a smirk quirking his mouth up--aggravatingly attractive. "I'm glad you agree." Without another word, he turned and strode quickly through the hallways, navigating stairwells and secret passageways with practiced eased.

By the time they reached the portrait, Remus' stomach was churning with nervous anticipation. He waited as Sirius sweet-talked Prunella into opening, then grabbed his hand and pulled him into the abandoned room. It was even mustier than the last time he'd been there, a sagging old sofa, two armchairs in front of the stone fireplace, and a threadbare old rug the only furnishings. A series of sneezes wracked him as Sirius cast a few Scourgify's to eliminate the worst of the dust.

Then Sirius was on him, pushing him back against the wall of empty shelves. His mouth slanted over Remus' with hungry force and he licked his way inside, bringing the full length of his body against Remus. The nervous flutter in his belly turned swiftly to arousal, and Remus couldn't help fighting his hold a bit, needing to release the sudden surge of adrenaline with this little mock-struggle.

Sirius laughed against his lips, crushing Remus harder against the wall. "Be good, Moony. Remember you're all mine tonight. Yeah?"

His cock stiffening at the thought, Remus nodded, sucking in a sharp breath as Sirius pulled his collar away and bit hard at the muscle where his shoulder met his throat.

"Get your kit off," Sirius whispered in his ear, then pulled back to watch him with those burning eyes, folding his arms across his chest in affected nonchalance.

[(Anonymous)]

Some rough sex, domination, maybe with one of those ring gags... really I want whichever man is the sub being manhandled, tugged around by his hair, roughly fucked in the mouth, gagging on cock and loving it.

Please.

[(Anonymous)]

I've got this one, fingers crossed. Any preference for the top/bottom, anon?

Request - Puppy!play

[(Anonymous)]

Puppy!play

(note: either Sirius as a human-pretending-to-be-a-dog or in his Animagus form--I'm not fussed)

Request - wolfy blowjobs/rimming

[(Anonymous)]

Remus on wolfsbane gives Sirius a VERY thorough cleaning.

Re: Request - wolfy blowjobs/rimming

[(Anonymous)]

Tounge bath indeed! I love this! <3

Request

[(Anonymous)]

panty kink

Not That Kind of Girl 1/3

[(Anonymous)]

Part 1
Sirius couldn’t remember ever being this happy. Remus had finally agreed to share a flat with him, something Sirius had been pleading for all through seventh year. James and Lily were a couple and they lived together, why not he and Remus?

All of Remus’ reasons and excuses came crumbling to nothing when Sirius, heart in his throat and sweat beading across his brow, said, ‘I love you, Moony; don’t you see? I love you.’ Remus had bloomed into a beautiful blush and smiled that little smile Sirius always wanted to kiss so he could make it his own. Then Remus had linked his arms around Sirius’ neck, looked up at him so sincerely, and said, ‘Okay.’

That was just the beginning. Next they had to pick a place and that was a headache all its own. Sirius eventually quit listening to Remus’ protests about what he could and couldn’t afford, and picked out a posh flat on London’s West End. When Remus opened his mouth to protest, Sirius had simply said ‘I love you. Let me do this for us.’ That blush Sirius loved returned and all the protests died, Remus looking at Sirius like he wasn’t quite sure he was real. Sirius was unashamedly pleased he had such a fantastic weapon. A simple ‘I love you,’ and Remus was putty in his paws.

Sirius wondered if he could take this so far as to purchase an elf. He didn’t fancy cleaning up after himself and if Remus had to do it all it would surely lead to arguments. Sirius made up his mind and so climbed the stairs up to their bedroom to let Remus know he was going out for awhile. He would evade if he had to and baring that, Sirius still had ‘I love you’ in his arsenal. He was still grinning at his own cleverness, feeling positively giddy at how well this was all working out as he entered the bedroom.

[(Anonymous)]

(for a change) Sirius spanks Remus, but not just as part of sex. He's actually really upset about something, could be angry, just concerned, amused, or any combination you prefer, and he wants to teach Remus a lesson, get him to see reason. So, it's actually a corrective measure of sorts. But of course, in the end, they both get off on it, too.

[(Anonymous)]

Seventh Year. Remus loses a wager and is bound to act as Sirius slave (in any all senses) for a fortnight. Sirius isn't shy about taking advantage. James and Peter know about it.

fill! 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

okay, a couple things. first:
sorry for using James/Lily as a plot device, but they lend themselves to it so well, and i want to get to the porn without writing a whole novel preceding it.
second: i hope Sirius does not come off as too OOC in this, but i think due to the nature of the request, i will have to make him a bit more of a bastard than he should be. Not to say he's not kind of a dick sometimes! but this will probably be worse.
third: this is typed straight into the comment box, no beta, and I hope you enjoy it!


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Remus Lupin was not a gambling man.

It came from having precious little to spare in the first place; he learned early on not to bet what he could not afford to lose. Wretched as his luck typically was, it did him no good to lose his few extra comforts over something so easily avoided as a bet. The potential of winning and doubling his investment wasn't worth the risk of having nothing, as far as he was concerned.

Only, he hadn't put any material possessions on the line, and all his Arithmancy calculations had indicated a probability so low as to be worse than one in a million, odds that even reserved Remus Lupin felt secure in saying, "That will never happen!"

And Sirius had said, "Wanna bet?"

It was probably the grin that did it. Sirius had that carefree smile, genuine and with an all-consuming charm. How could Remus resist grinning back and responding, "Sure!"

Really, who could have predicted that Lily Evans would agree to date James Potter before graduation, and that Sirius Black would recall the terms of the bet they'd made three years prior?

"Never again," Remus promised himself. "Never, ever again." He was officially through with gambling. Were somebody to ask to bet against the sky being blue, Remus wouldn't take it. It would be just his luck for the sky to turn all manner of pinks and orange at high noon just to spite him.

"Never fear, mate, you're in good hands!" But Sirius's genuine, rakish grin did not inspire similar good humour out of Remus this time.

--

So, Remus blamed Lily for giving in to James's charms, but he had to blame himself for agreeing to the bet in the first place. It was also with deep regret that he realized (and Sirius gleefully pointed out) that they had not set a time limit for the terms of the bet. "Loser has to do whatever the winner says!" was all they had bothered to clarify, with the understanding that Lily would never agree to date James, and that Remus would never collect on his winnings. Yet here they were, Remus owing an indeterminate favour to Sirius, and unable to bargain for a shorter term without the other boys calling him a sore loser. He would have to take whatever sentence Sirius decreed--or he could dispute it, have James and Peter call him a coward and a prat and a swot, and then acquiesce to Sirius's demands anyway. No, easier to agree from the beginning to--

"Well, how about you just do what I say until I get bored?"

"No."

"Good Merlin, Remus! You're such a sore loser!" And there, predictably, was James's input. He didn't mean it, of course. Remus didn't think James was capable of an unpleasant thought since Lily had kissed him. But he was overflowing with excitement, and James had never quite known how to channel all that energy of his. So into ribbing Remus it went.

"I know, right. It's not like he took a bet to it or anything. He's had plenty of time to call it off, too!" Sirius snickered.

Remus frowned. "Oh, like you would have let me, without calling me a colossal wet blanket and girl's blouse and all sorts of--"

"Remus."

Sirius cut him off. He was still smirking, but clearly trying to tone it down.

"Remus. Don't you trust me?"

[(Anonymous)]

Sirius' jealousy gets out of control and he makes Remus wear a charmed buttplug all day long.

[(Anonymous)]

I got this. Oh boy, do I get this.

[(Anonymous)]

Remus has a clothes kink. Interpret as you will, I'm not fussy. *g*

[(Anonymous)]

Sirius makes Remus darkest fantasy come true. non-con in the Forbidden Forest? Hogsmeade? Dungeons? Take your pick.

[(Anonymous)]

Sirius and James always get what they want, and what they want is sweet little virginal Remus Lupin's arse.

[(Anonymous)]

The boys get a camera and one of them makes the other pose for exceedingly lewd pictures.

[(Anonymous)]

How about some under-the-table handjob action while they're at Hogwarts!? Extra points for almost getting caught by a teacher... haha!

Claim - Fill to come soon

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, I got this. Will fill tomorrow? (About to go to bed over here!)

[(Anonymous)]

sirius enjoys watching remus fuck himself with a dildo

Request

[(Anonymous)]

either shaving kink or shaved (body hair) kink

[(Anonymous)]

voice - as in one or the other can literally get off sometimes just by the voice/inflection of the other

[(Anonymous)]

dirty talk

REQUEST

[(Anonymous)]

I second this. fucking dirty talk.

[(Anonymous)]

sex/getting off in public places

Forget

[(Anonymous)]

There is a headiness to your first days of freedom after school. All good sense has taken leave, flown away on dove’s wings and disappeared. It can’t last, you know this, but Sirius’ enthusiasm is too infectious to be denied. You almost let yourself believe you’re just another spoiled princeling with the world at his feet. It is an easy lie to sell yourself, so seductive, so attractive, not unlike Sirius who pulls you along in his wake. You are drawn in to his sphere, so close you can practically smell the galleons. He spends his wealth like water rushing from a spigot, never reminding you not one worn knut of it is yours.

Wine and ale and spirits too expensive for you to even know the names of flow freely; the breaking of every dawn finds you drunk in a bed you did not buy in a flat you cannot afford, fucking a man who could buy and sell you three times over without ever breaking a sweat. You cannot imagine denying him anything; he’s got you wrapped round his little finger, folding you into a life you never knew existed, carefully plucking all your concerns and tossing them aside like rubbish.

You are worn down and laughing, cares and caution pushed aside with the war that will come along soon enough. Soon enough you will take your place in the shooting arcade, a smile on your face as you wait for death to come for you, too. It is a ridiculous imagine, one you share with Sirius who laughs and pulls you from your chair and walks you to a dark corner of the pub.

His mouth is hot and desperate on yours and you are stunned to realize you are not the only one pretending. You’ve come to close to the truth with your little joke and now Sirius needs to forget the words were ever spoken. He is afraid; you comprehend this fully as he pushes your bodies together. Not twenty meters away is a pub full of patrons, five meters away is the brick wall that leads to Diagon Alley. Neither of you care.

Sirius has your trousers open now and his as well, they ride low on hips, slipping ever further with every jerk. He’s got both your cocks in hand, pulling, pulling, pulling. He whispers filthy things in your ear – your head spins from the alcohol and your orgasm as it hits. You are vaguely aware of passersby and the whispers they bring with them. You don’t care.

Sirius kisses you again, cleans you both up, pulling his trousers together as you do the same. He slings his arm around your shoulder, steering you back to the pub, loudly calling for another round. There is still so much you both need to forget.
~*~

[(Anonymous)]

humiliation

[(Anonymous)]

Got this. :)

[(Anonymous)]

Nothing turns him on more than seeing the other cry.

REQUEST

[(Anonymous)]

HOW ABOUT SOME TOE SUCKING THERE'S NOT ENOUGH TOE SUCKING REMUS/SIRIUS FIC