Day Nine Drabbles
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Sometimes the boys are careless of other people's property--and sometimes a person can be considered property...
Title: Boys In The Girl’s Room
Author: dreaminginblack
Summary: Remus finds out that Sirius has an exciting secret.
Contains: Crossdressing, dirty talk, besmirching of other people’s property.
Notes: I have such a kink for Sirius in drag. Totally misleading title from Garbage’s “Androgyny”
Prompt Number: 4
If Remus had thought about this, he never would have thought he would be so turned on by the sight of a boy in girl’s clothes. That was until he came early from a prefect meeting and found Sirius on his bed (well, their bed now), stocking-clad legs arched gracefully, a skirt that smelled like Lily Evans bunched around his waist and touching himself over frilly black knickers. He didn’t even stop to think, he just pounced, his cock already painfully hard.
“Remus,” Sirius tried to say, but was cut in the middle of the word by Remus’ tongue. Remus ran his long fingers up Sirius’ calf, relishing in the way he could feel the muscles tremble beneath his touch.
“Is this about Lily,” he asked, when his hand reached Sirius’ thigh (and oh, God, it was warm and smooth and Remus thought he might have a heart attack), “or do you just like to dress up like a whore?”
The skirt that came to a modest length on Lily, would barely cover Sirius’s buttocks if he stood straight. The red lipstick he’d been wearing was smeared all over his face from Remus’ kisses. He looked so dirty. It was the most beautiful thing Remus had ever seen.
Sirius gave a long shuddering moan when Remus licked a long strip up his thigh, stopping to smell the knickers on the way and realizing with great relief that they didn’t smell of Lily, but of boy and cock and Sirius.
“The latter,” Sirius answered, breathing heavily. “Found her skirt under Prongs’ bed last week.”
“Good,” Remus said, lowering the knickers to free Sirius’ cock, “because I’d love to fuck you in a leather skirt, and I think she doesn’t own any.”
Title:Panty Raid
Author: naturegirlrocks
Summary:James get to know more than he wants to know in a panty raid
Contains:underwear?
Notes:just a little smutty
Prompt Number:49
“Yeah!” shouted James and pumped his fist while propelling a pair of knickers around with his other hand. He had several others poking up from his pockets.
McGonagall had earlier threatened to put a permanent boy-repelling charm on the stairs. It had been worth it.
“Where are the others?” asked Peter, who had been too scared and ‘kept watch’.
James looked up from his trophy. He noticed for the first time he was alone back.
“I don’t know…” he bit his lip and looked over to the girls’ stairs. “You think they got caught?”
A sudden scream from upstairs made the boys freeze.
“Shit!” James panicked. “Hide!”
***
Sirius and Remus joined them in their dorm about a half an hour later.
“Did you get caught?” James had spelled all the knickers into a teddy bear (to hide the evidence, he said).
“Err…” said Remus and blushed.
“Yes,” said Sirius flopping back on his bed. “Girls are nasty.”
“Oh!” James looked over Remus, seeing a red cloth in his pocket. “Ha! Let’s see it then!”
“No!” Remus shouted but James was to fast with his seeker-skills.
“What the…?” James held up the pants, about twice the size of any he had grabbed before. “Sirius… these are yours…?”
“Oh,” Sirius sat up, holding another pair of pants, but black. “Sorry, Moony. Here are yours.”
“I’d rather keep these,” murmured Remus, pulled the red pants from James’s loose grip and then went to hide in his bed.
“Cool,” Sirius leaned back playing with the hem of the pants.
James stared at him, then at Remus’ curtains. Peter looked very red and a little green. Then Sirius casually smelled his prize, sounding appreciative. There was a grunt from Remus’ bed.
James decided to sleep with his new teddy, firmly to his chest that night.
Title: His Own Devices
Author: eprime
Summary: It's been years since he started this, and he's in complete control. Really.
Contains: references to sexual situations
Notes: I love the picture and the prompt, and I'd like to do a full length fic for this sometime!
Prompt Number: 32 (AU with Sirius as an actual manipulative, unethical, ambitious Slytherin, a la this fanart.)
Sirius likes to keep Lupin off center simply because everything Sirius throws at him tends to disappear like a pebble tossed into the depths of a deep well, indignities subsumed with a casual acceptance that spurs Sirius to relentlessly insinuate himself beneath Lupin's skin. That's why he has Lupin pulled into his lap in an abandoned classroom, and he's kissing him slowly, gently, as if he were a girl that needed to be carefully wooed into bed.
He doesn't, of course, need wooing. Sirius has had Lupin more times than he can easily remember. He could have him now. One significant look and Lupin would be on his knees, his mouth on Sirius' cock knowing just how he likes to be licked and sucked. He's had him just about everywhere imaginable in the castle and on the grounds. He's had him every way imaginable. There's no question that Lupin is his, body and soul, until Sirius tires of him and lets him fade into the background, like he'd tried to do before Sirius found him out so long ago.
For now, Lupin is his. His plaything. His werewolf. His. The Ravenclaw slag found that out the hard way when she touched what belonged to Sirius. Lupin hadn't protested when Sirius dragged him down to the dungeons. The marks he'd given Lupin then had faded with time, though Lupin swore he knew, no matter what, that Sirius owned him. Unquestionably, he knows his place, spreading his legs and offering himself up like he was born to do it.
Tonight, though, Sirius is kissing him, unbalancing Lupin with tenderness just to see his unnerving composure falter. Red-lipped and breathless, Lupin is stripped bare, flushed and wide-eyed as Sirius whispers in his ear that he'll never let him go.
Sometimes the boys are careless of other people's property--and sometimes a person can be considered property...
Title: Boys In The Girl’s Room
Author: dreaminginblack
Summary: Remus finds out that Sirius has an exciting secret.
Contains: Crossdressing, dirty talk, besmirching of other people’s property.
Notes: I have such a kink for Sirius in drag. Totally misleading title from Garbage’s “Androgyny”
Prompt Number: 4
If Remus had thought about this, he never would have thought he would be so turned on by the sight of a boy in girl’s clothes. That was until he came early from a prefect meeting and found Sirius on his bed (well, their bed now), stocking-clad legs arched gracefully, a skirt that smelled like Lily Evans bunched around his waist and touching himself over frilly black knickers. He didn’t even stop to think, he just pounced, his cock already painfully hard.
“Remus,” Sirius tried to say, but was cut in the middle of the word by Remus’ tongue. Remus ran his long fingers up Sirius’ calf, relishing in the way he could feel the muscles tremble beneath his touch.
“Is this about Lily,” he asked, when his hand reached Sirius’ thigh (and oh, God, it was warm and smooth and Remus thought he might have a heart attack), “or do you just like to dress up like a whore?”
The skirt that came to a modest length on Lily, would barely cover Sirius’s buttocks if he stood straight. The red lipstick he’d been wearing was smeared all over his face from Remus’ kisses. He looked so dirty. It was the most beautiful thing Remus had ever seen.
Sirius gave a long shuddering moan when Remus licked a long strip up his thigh, stopping to smell the knickers on the way and realizing with great relief that they didn’t smell of Lily, but of boy and cock and Sirius.
“The latter,” Sirius answered, breathing heavily. “Found her skirt under Prongs’ bed last week.”
“Good,” Remus said, lowering the knickers to free Sirius’ cock, “because I’d love to fuck you in a leather skirt, and I think she doesn’t own any.”
Title:Panty Raid
Author: naturegirlrocks
Summary:James get to know more than he wants to know in a panty raid
Contains:underwear?
Notes:just a little smutty
Prompt Number:49
“Yeah!” shouted James and pumped his fist while propelling a pair of knickers around with his other hand. He had several others poking up from his pockets.
McGonagall had earlier threatened to put a permanent boy-repelling charm on the stairs. It had been worth it.
“Where are the others?” asked Peter, who had been too scared and ‘kept watch’.
James looked up from his trophy. He noticed for the first time he was alone back.
“I don’t know…” he bit his lip and looked over to the girls’ stairs. “You think they got caught?”
A sudden scream from upstairs made the boys freeze.
“Shit!” James panicked. “Hide!”
***
Sirius and Remus joined them in their dorm about a half an hour later.
“Did you get caught?” James had spelled all the knickers into a teddy bear (to hide the evidence, he said).
“Err…” said Remus and blushed.
“Yes,” said Sirius flopping back on his bed. “Girls are nasty.”
“Oh!” James looked over Remus, seeing a red cloth in his pocket. “Ha! Let’s see it then!”
“No!” Remus shouted but James was to fast with his seeker-skills.
“What the…?” James held up the pants, about twice the size of any he had grabbed before. “Sirius… these are yours…?”
“Oh,” Sirius sat up, holding another pair of pants, but black. “Sorry, Moony. Here are yours.”
“I’d rather keep these,” murmured Remus, pulled the red pants from James’s loose grip and then went to hide in his bed.
“Cool,” Sirius leaned back playing with the hem of the pants.
James stared at him, then at Remus’ curtains. Peter looked very red and a little green. Then Sirius casually smelled his prize, sounding appreciative. There was a grunt from Remus’ bed.
James decided to sleep with his new teddy, firmly to his chest that night.
Title: His Own Devices
Author: eprime
Summary: It's been years since he started this, and he's in complete control. Really.
Contains: references to sexual situations
Notes: I love the picture and the prompt, and I'd like to do a full length fic for this sometime!
Prompt Number: 32 (AU with Sirius as an actual manipulative, unethical, ambitious Slytherin, a la this fanart.)
Sirius likes to keep Lupin off center simply because everything Sirius throws at him tends to disappear like a pebble tossed into the depths of a deep well, indignities subsumed with a casual acceptance that spurs Sirius to relentlessly insinuate himself beneath Lupin's skin. That's why he has Lupin pulled into his lap in an abandoned classroom, and he's kissing him slowly, gently, as if he were a girl that needed to be carefully wooed into bed.
He doesn't, of course, need wooing. Sirius has had Lupin more times than he can easily remember. He could have him now. One significant look and Lupin would be on his knees, his mouth on Sirius' cock knowing just how he likes to be licked and sucked. He's had him just about everywhere imaginable in the castle and on the grounds. He's had him every way imaginable. There's no question that Lupin is his, body and soul, until Sirius tires of him and lets him fade into the background, like he'd tried to do before Sirius found him out so long ago.
For now, Lupin is his. His plaything. His werewolf. His. The Ravenclaw slag found that out the hard way when she touched what belonged to Sirius. Lupin hadn't protested when Sirius dragged him down to the dungeons. The marks he'd given Lupin then had faded with time, though Lupin swore he knew, no matter what, that Sirius owned him. Unquestionably, he knows his place, spreading his legs and offering himself up like he was born to do it.
Tonight, though, Sirius is kissing him, unbalancing Lupin with tenderness just to see his unnerving composure falter. Red-lipped and breathless, Lupin is stripped bare, flushed and wide-eyed as Sirius whispers in his ear that he'll never let him go.