Please porn up my birthday card with:
Pairing(s)/Character(s):Severus/Sirius/Padfoot
Kink(s):Bestiality
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks):non-con
Prompt: Hrm...there's so many bad puns that could go with this kink, so I'll just let sleeping dogs lie and let you do it your way.

I am going to hell.

I am also drunk, so ... oh, well!

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Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
***

Severus opened his eyes slowly, even though he knew it was the middle of the night. The air around him was too cool for morning, and it did not carry the scent of strong coffee that signalled the passing of the moon.

He moved his arms around his lover, not too surprized when he felt fur instead of rough skin. Sirius often changed in his sleep, especially when the nightmares were bad. Sliding into Padfoot’s body helped him, made his mind simpler. Eased the ache of times long gone.

Snuggling against him was easier like this. Showing affection to Padfoot was second nature, whereas hugging Sirius or even pecking him on the cheek was something he had to remind himself to do. Perhaps it was the mutt Severus had cared for as a child, before his father was aware that there was another mouth he was feeding. He’d loved that damn dog, even though he’d never given it a name.

With an easy sigh, Severus buried his head in Padfoot’s neck, breathing in the earthy scent of his fur, which really wasn’t so different than Sirius’s natural smell. Breathing in again, Severus shifted his hips against Padfoot’s back, snuggling even closer to the warm, sleeping body. Lazily, he stroked the slick, black hair that grew the dog’s chest, feeling the heavy beat of his heart. Severus dozed, quite content, and relaxed for the first time in several days.

Until he realized he had an early morning erection.

This didn’t normally happen when Sirius shifted. Severus was too prim for such things, even though Sirius had intimated subtlety that Padfoot would enjoy fucking him until he walked around bow-legged. The idea had sent Severus behind his copy of the Daily Prophet, hiding a blush and a scowl.

Even if it was *still* Sirius, Padfoot was *still* a dog. And screwing an animal was wrong.

Wasn’t it?

Severus was nude; he’d taken to sleeping that way shortly after they’d started sharing a bed. His cock was nestled in all that fur, nice and cosy in the soft bed of heat. Fuck it all if it didn’t make him harder, make him thrust his hips into it, wanting to envelope himself into this man/dog who was the man he’d grown to love.

It was a confusing feeling. Not the love, for he was used to that now. No, it was the feeling of wanting to be *inside*. He’d never topped; Sirius always fucked him, or Severus sucked him off. Manual pleasure was always welcomed by them both, but his cock …

That level of intimacy …

It was just something that Severus was not capable of participating in.

But as he rocked his hips again, he knew he wanted it, now. With Padfoot, even though it was every kind of wrong. Such was Severus’s shame that he didn’t wake his partner. Quietly, he spit in his hand, humming until it became a thick, slick salve that he rubbed on his cock. Slowly, he moved the heavy tail to the side, feeling his way to the entrance that thankfully was not as small as he had thought it would be. Even more slowly, Severus eased in, missing the small whine and brief flick of tail as stars appeared in his vision.

It was the most brilliant thing he had ever felt. Tight, hot, dirty and wrong, and yet … Perfect, whole, mind-blowing, and complete …

Thrusting was easy, so easy, and Severus grunted in pleasure as he closed his eyes, pulling the furry body even closer to his own. Now he wished he’d woken him, wanted to feel a warm tongue on his face and neck. His hands moved down Padfoot’s chest, down to where a hard cock was waiting for his hand to wrap around it. He squeezed and stroked, matching the rhythm of his thrusts just like Sirius did, and it was all …

Fuck, it was magic, wasn’t it?

The stars exploded too quickly, and even the sleeping dog’s cock jerked. Severus was shaking when he pulled out, and he kissed the furry neck as he tried to catch his breath. Sleep washed over him, and in an utter state of bliss he chased a dream of the mutt he’d loved before this one ran into his life.

***

When he was sure Severus was asleep, Padfoot’s body changed, becoming the man once more. With the stealth of a spy, Sirius gently kissed Severus on the lips before resting his head on his chest.

Hurrah for drunken hell when it leads to this. This is brilliant!

Thank you!

*clears throat* I hope you will pardon me as this is something I must do...

Talk about giving the dog a bone!
Apparently Padfoot has a taste for Snausages!
You know what they say, lie down with dogs, you get up with a hard on.

Sorry. Whoa, that was very, very wrong, so wrong. I've always seen the reverse situation, never this way.

Damn girl! I hand my kink bona fides over to you!

Thanks for taking up the challenge. :)

Lol! I just hoped you'd like it ;) Drunk writing was ,,, Drunk.

Ooo, I've never read this kink with the roles reversed like this! Brava!

I'm popping lots of cherries today :).

Thank you! I'm glad you read and liked.

Add me to the others who have never seen this kink done this way before. :)
Masterful job! Well done. :)

I confess a weakness for animagus smut, and this has just what I love about it — the way you can have a character ride the edge between right and wrong, taboo and just-barely-excusable. I find that fascinating and yes, hot. Thanks for writing and sharing this! :D

Please porn up my birthday card with:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Snape/Sirius or Snape/Remus (any time period)
Kink(s): watching each other wank (wanking together, that is; not secret voyeurism)
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks):
Prompt: Prompt? Uhm... It's some kind of challenge? Character A catches Character B and joins in? Do they need a reason?? Established relationship, enemies-with-benefits, random and unexpected incident... It's all good!

This prompt fills my head with many smutty, funny things. I gotta finish my next fill, but this one has potential!

Haha, feel free to fill it with any smutty and/or funny things that you wish. ;D

Please porn up my birthday card with:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Snape/Sirius, Snape/Remus, Ron/Draco, Snape/Kingsley, Snape/George, Remus/George... go nuts??
Kink(s): first time topping (Let's flip a cliche on its ear, eh?)
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks): non-con
Prompt: Character A has always been the bottom, and he's perfectly happy with that, thanks ever so. He can't imagine that he's missing out on anything by not topping. Character B is out to prove him wrong. (And maybe Character B wants in on the bottoming action too...) Established relationship, friends-with-benefits, enemies-with-benefits, first time together... It's all good!

I have a million other things I should be writing right now, but I can't resist this.

Claiming as a member!

“Wanna try?”

“Huh?”

A wholly undignified sound--a cross between confusion and a moan, really--fell from Draco’s lips before he could stop it. He typically liked to think he was more eloquent than that, but honestly, what was a bloke to do when his...person-who-was-most-definitely-not-his-boyfriend-but-was-still-the-only-man-he’d-been-seeing-lately thought it prudent to have a conversation at a time like this? Ron was suckling that spot at the base of his throat that made his eyes cross and his toes curl, and he couldn’t possibly be expected to think straight under the circumstances. So he pried himself out of his partner’s lecherous grasp and pushed up onto his hands to peer in irritation down at that dumb, grinning face of his.

“Try what?” Ron merely provided him with an expression that stated quite plainly that he should know exactly what. “Topping you?”

“Yeah. C’mon, you’ve really never thought about it?”

Well, no, actually he hadn’t. At least, he hadn’t until Ron had brought it up a couple weeks ago, and now it seemed like the great oaf wouldn’t leave well enough alone until he finally consented to it. And he’d been particularly keen on it tonight, thus far; they’d barely gotten halfway through removing each other’s clothes before he’d suggested it. Draco had brushed it off, and he’d thought they’d be done with the subject, but now here he was, already stradling Ron’s lap on the bed and all ready to go, and he was having to deal with it yet again.

It wasn’t that he was opposed to it, or anything, just...he’d never seen a need for it. From his first time on--and even before then, admittedly, in all of his youthful fantasies--he’d always been the person on the receiving end of things. And he liked it that way. To be frank, he liked cock. A lot. He liked cock in his arse. He liked being pinned down and fucked, rough and hard and long into the night. To do that in return, well...He’d just never considered it. And he didn’t know that he ever cared to.

Ron’s broad hands had trailed down to cup his backside, kneading and separating as he rolled his hips, and Draco gave a needy whine when their bare cocks slid together. Oh, that bastard; he was not playing fair. Draco couldn’t say he was exactly thrilled by the idea, but he’d gotten to know Ron pretty well, nowadays. And thus he knew that once he got something into his head, he was like a dog with a bone--a rather large bone, that Draco had really been looking forward to having pound him into the mattress. Alas, it seemed his companion had other plans for the evening.

Ron’s lips pressed along his jaw and over his chin to claim his mouth in a fiery kiss. For a moment, Draco lost track of what they’d been talking about, lost himself in the feeling of a familiar tongue tangling with his own, until the other man pulled away a little and whispered a teasing, “Please?”

That caught him off guard. They weren’t known for using such pleasantries with each other, and the word shivered down his spine to pool in his loins. Was he actually getting turned on by Ron being polite to him? Whatever it was, it threw him enough that he somehow found himself grumbling:

“Alright, fine, if it’ll shut you up about it. Flip over.”

Please porn up my birthday card with:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sirius/Severus
Kink(s): Rimming (first time)
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks): Top!Snape
Prompt: "You're putting your tongue....there!?"

Please porn up my birthday card with:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry, Charlie, Bill, or Kingsley with Draco or Blaise
Kink(s): Hurt/Comfort or aftercare of some sort.
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks): Character death, hatesex, bottom!Harry
Prompt: "What do you do when you realize you might not be the good guy?"
"Maybe there are no good guys."

Please porn up my birthday card with:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Albus Dumbledore/any younger female
Kink(s): Seduction; hero-worship
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks): The usual ;-)
Prompt: "And when his attention turned to me, it felt like sunlight on the dark side of the moon, for the very first time".

Please porn up my birthday card with:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Molly Weasley/male of your choice
Kink(s): Infidelity; desperate sex; conflicted emotions.
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks): The ususal ;-)
Prompt: Molly never thought that she'd betray Arthur like this. But there was something intoxicating about him that she just couldn't refuse.

Member claiming

Please porn up my birthday card with:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry/Draco
Kink(s): Office sex. Bent over a desk. Getting a blow job while in a meeting.
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks): death. cheating. hardcore bdsm
Prompt: ANYTHING with the KINKS.

Not actually sure if I'm a member or a watcher, but... claiming. And also hoping you don't consider spanking 'hardcore' BDSM? *fingers crossed*

Please porn up my birthday card with:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Snape/Lupin
Kink(s):desperation (feel free to include any of these: semi-public, dirty talk, biting, rough, surprise!feelings)
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks): non-con, bestiality
Prompt: It comes upon him like a itch he can't quite scratch.

Please porn up my birthday card with:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Draco/Remus
Kink(s): Rough sex (Biting/Marking/Knotting all possibilities)
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks): non-con (dub-con is fine), dark!fic, younger than 16
Prompt: Sometimes the wolf just wants