ceredwensirius | Remus/Sirius Kink Meme

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Non- or dub-con, one forces the other onto a fucking machine.

Damn. I would write this in a heartbeat if it weren't for the Non/Dub Con stipulation. Good luck, OP. I do hope that someone fills this for you. I just can't write Non/Dub Con.

I'll totally take it anyway :)

I am not the OP but this is totally a request that hits my kinks too, so thank you for taking it on, anon!

Oh no, when I said I'll "take it" I meant I won't say no to non-dub-con or non-non-con. I'm the OP. Sorry to disappoint!

Oh, I'm all over it. Those things are fucking hot. I knew what you meant OP.

There is more to wizarding London on the other side of the magical brick wall at the back of the Leakey Cauldron than Diagon and Knockturn Alley. There is a whole network of crisscrossing cobblestone lanes, some lined with tenements three and four stories tall, full of families going about their daily routines. Others are all about retail: cosmetics, florists, fine liquors, and more. These all can be found ‘off Diagon’ as the locals like to say. Still others cater to more esoteric and specific needs and wants. These establishments are most often found ‘off off Diagon’ and are rarely mentioned in polite company.

There are places an intrepid witch or wizard can go to find a bit of company for the night. As it happens, intrepid is apparently a wizarding trait as these businesses rarely suffer for want of patronage. The ‘off off Diagon’ market also boasts several retailers that carry a most varied selection of toys that one would never buy for a young niece or nephew. These are toys with an adult clientele in mind. After a lovely walk through ‘off Diagon’, Sirius and Remus often find themselves at the doorstep of such a shop.

The pretenses must of course be carried out. They look at each other with surprise, as if this had not been their destination all along. Then they shrug as though to say, ‘well, why not; we’re here aren’t we?’. They are adults after all, and this is a store for adults.

These shop keepers are all on a first name basis with Sirius and Remus. They are always greeted warmly, like old friends. First one will blush, usually Remus, and then the other. It is a difficult pretense to maintain when the proprietor lights up like that vacation to Majorca with the missus might be a possibility after all.

This particular shop keeper, smiles at his two favorite customers with a sparkle in his eye. “I was hoping you two would drop in soon. I have something very special to show.”

The shop keeper waved for Remus and Sirius to follow him and so they did. He led them through the aisle with an impressive display of magical dildos, vibrators, buttplugs, and eggs. Every shape, size, and color imaginable were available, though if they were honest, they had enough of these as it was. The shop keeper continued on through the leather section and Remus had to tug at Sirius’ arm to get him to keep up. Sirius and leather had a love affair that rivaled his passion for Remus. Once they were at the very back of the shop, past the large collection of magazines, they stood in front of a door. The shop keeper waved his wand and ushered Remus and Sirius in.

Neither of them were prepared for what await them behind that door. In the center of the room a chrome device was bolted into the floor on sturdy metal legs. From one end what looked like a chrome pipe stuck out and on the very end of this was the largest purple dildo either Sirius or Remus had ever seen. A harness with leather arm and leg straps hung from the ceiling by chains. Between and attached to the arm and leg straps was a leather body sling.

“What – ” squeaked Remus. He cleared his throat. “What is that?”

“That,” said the shop keeper proudly, gesturing to the contraption, “is a fucking machine.”

“Bloody hell,” said Sirius. He moved from Remus’ side to slide his hand over the chrome body of the fucking machine, then down the long pipe to the purple dildo at the end. Then he tugged at the chains to test they were solidly built into the ceiling and then finally caressed the leather, as though he had been saving this for last.

“It is a most clever invention, a model adapted to run on magic. The Muggles came up with the idea, but this little darling is Ministry approved.” The shop keeper paused to eye them both in a most calculating manner. “Well, I do have a shop to run. You boys are welcome to… well. Oh, I almost forgot. One tap of your wand for slow, two for medium, three for fast, and four for, “Bloody hell, I think I see Merlin!” With that, the shop keeper turned for the door to leave Sirius and Remus alone with this new device.

“One more thing; it comes with an assortment of attachments. Just lift the latch there and the you’ll find everything you need.” He gave them one last smile and closed the door behind him.

Part 2 tomorrow. Sleepy.

Remus/Sirius Kink Meme

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Off Off Diagon 1/2