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Birthday Card Comment Kink!
Our members have made birthday wishes for smutty little ficlets and sketches that would make their birthday very happy indeed. Now everyone has the opportunity to fulfill those wishes -- in the form of comment pr0n!
The birthday card is now open and awaiting your signature! It will remain open until the end of April.
Please read the information and instructions before you sign our birthday card:
• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art). The maximum for fic is what fits into a single comment box.
• Since fills will be short, we're not going to be strictly policing the rating of each piece. Just remember this is Daily Deviant and we want to see some sex!
• Each request may be filled twice -- once by a member and once by a watcher.
• When filling a request, leave it in a comment directly in a reply to the request you're filling.
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• If you are now or have ever been a posting member of Daily Deviant, you'll be filling the requests as a member.
• Claiming of requests is available but optional. What this means is that you need not claim a request in order to fill it, but if it's already claimed by someone else, it's off limits.
• In order to claim a request, comment directly in a reply to the request stating that you're claiming it. Be sure to note whether you're claiming it as a member or a watcher.
• Since we want as many kinky birthday cards as possible, there is an expiration date on claims. One week after a claim is made (as per the time stamp on the comment), if the prompt has not been filled, the claim expires and the prompt is open for claiming or filling by someone else. (We'll try to keep track and delete the expired ones, but we may miss a few, so you can just keep an eye on the time stamps.) So if a prompt you really love appears to be taken, remember to check back (although we hope you'll be following and playing along all month long!).
• If you've made a claim that has expired, you may still post a fill in reply to the prompt as long as no one else fills it or claims it first.
• Participants may have a total of two outstanding claims at a time. I.e., you may claim two requests, then when you've filled one, you may claim a third, etc.
• Additional prompts may continue to appear, so do check back!
• Commenting, interacting, and generally having fun is welcome and encouraged!! Fandom is all about interaction with like-minded perverts people. Let's enjoy some friendly, smutty celebrating! ;D
Got all that? Okay, good! Now...
RACY RACERS, START YOUR EROTIC ENGINES! |
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Sirius' motorbike was charmed to respond to his magic and his touch. It didn't require petrol to run. It didn't actually require an engine or fuel at all. As such, it also wasn't strictly necessary for it to rumble or roar, either -- a fact which Remus seemed to feel the need to remind Sirius of every time he'd been on the back of the bike. Sirius had always countered Remus' complaints about the noise by pointing out that a quiet motorbike would look suspicious to Muggles. He'd waited until the right time to reveal the other reason he preferred the realism.
The bike was parked in a dark back alley, motor humming low and steady, with Remus rather than Sirius straddling its seat. Fringe falling in his eyes, Remus leaned forward and kept his fingers clamped tight around the bike's handles.
"There, you see?" Sirius asked as he slid his hand down the center of Remus' back.
"I see that you're a pervert," Remus replied, but the words came out hoarse and breathless.
"Never denied that," Sirius said with a laugh. He knew exactly what sort of effect the motorbike's vibrations had when encountered at just the right angle. Therefore, he also knew that Remus was already hard, his cock twitching and bollocks tingling along with the bike's engine. "And you haven’t even got to the good part yet.”
Sirius licked his lips and flicked his wand. The bike’s motor revved up on command, and Remus’ mouth opened on a gasp that was lost in the noise.
Before Remus could have time to adjust -- or potentially protest -- Sirius shoved Remus' robes up to his waist and Vanished his pants. "Oi, what are--" was all Remus managed to get out before Sirius leaned in and licked him from the spot where his bollocks met the bike’s leather seat all the way up to his tailbone.
A long, slow tremble ran through Remus' body, and Sirius took that to mean he could dispense with the formalities and get down to business. He nibbled, stroked, nipped, probed, making note of Remus’ reactions and doubling up on the attacks that received the best response. He’d never done this before, but he’d always prided himself on being a fast learner, so he applied himself with all the diligence that the circumstances warranted.
Much to Sirius’ smug satisfaction (and intense arousal), it wasn’t long at all before he (and the bike) had turned Remus into a quivering, panting wreck. Remus’ body jerked forward and back, pushing his arse against Sirius’ tongue, then grinding his cock into the bike’s seat, then pushing towards Sirius again. The motion grew rougher, faster, until Sirius was no longer certain whether it was the bike or Remus or himself that was vibrating.
“S-Sirius! That’s… I’m…!” Remus’ words held a note of urgent warning.
As if Sirius had any intention of stopping now!
Sirius waved his wand and murmured a word against Remus’ arse, and the bike’s engine raced. Remus froze in place for two heartbeats, then bucked wildly, his shouts not quite drowned out by the motorbike’s rumble as he spilled himself all over the seat.
Once Remus seemed spent, Sirius let the bike idle down and moved around to the front to give Remus his best “I told you it’d be brill” look.
Remus was a disheveled, unsteady heap, but upon seeing Sirius’ smirk, he still managed a cheeky snort. “Well, I imagine this isn’t the first time there’s been spunk all over your bike.”
Sirius grinned. “Won’t be the last, either,” he said, unbuttoning his Muggle denims.