| Greetings and welcome to
Kinky Kristmas 2017: Comment Kink Edition!
Our members have made requests for stocking stuffers that would help make their holidays happy -- and kinky, of course! Now you all -- both members and watchers -- have the opportunity to play Santa and fulfill those requests. In the form of comment kink!
How to Stuff Our Stockings:
• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art).
• There is no maximum limit, but remember that long pieces are in no way required. Please don't hesitate to participate because you can "only" write a few words or do a simple sketch!
• Since fills may 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.
• When filling a request, note whether you're filling it as a watcher or a member.
• If you are now or have ever been a posting member of Daily Deviant, you'll be filling the requests as a member.
• Prompt claiming 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 goodies in our fishnet stockings as possible, there will be 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.
• 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 could appear throughout the month depending upon participation levels and demand.
• 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 holiday merry-making! ;D
Got all that? Okay, good! Now...
LET THE STUFFING BEGIN!
(Double entendre totally intended, naturally...) |
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[400 words. I’m a watcher].
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There’s a loud slap as Sirius’ hand meets with Harry’s arse, the skin red hot and burning beneath his palm. Harry is sniffling; soft, little sounds muffled by the bed’s pillows, and the noises are going straight to Sirius’ cock, are making his trousers impossibly tight.
He shushes Harry softly, the ball of his palm massaging the curve of his arse, his fingertips trailing over the blotched flesh. He loves this, loves how hot Harry looks like this, loves how his arse is just begging to be fucked. Best of all, he knows Harry loves it, too. Why else would he act out?
He raises his hand again, slaps it across Harry’s left cheek with all the force he can muster. There’s a yelp as the flesh jiggles, the sniffling louder now than it had been a minute ago. Again, Sirius shushes him, his voice a low, soothing murmur as he tells Harry how good he’s going, how proud he is, just a little more, baby. You’re taking it to well.
The next three come in quick succession, a deep, beautiful red blossoming under Sirius’ touch. Harry cries freely, now, no longer trying to muffle it. Even as he sniffles, though, Sirius can feel the length of his cock pressed against his lap; hard and long and leaking. He bites back a grin, finally takes pity on him.
There’s oil to the side, and he grabs it, flicks the lid open and pours a generous amount into his palm, watching as it drips down to Harry’s arse. There’s a soft, needy sigh in answer, the noise growing to a loud moan as Sirius touches him again, skilled hands massaging the oil in, easing the ache. Harry's arse shines under the light now, too, the sight delectable, irresistible.
Sirius can feel a groan itching its way up the back of his throat, can feel the desire to take consuming his body. He spreads Harry open, trails an oiled finger down Harry’s crevice, across his opening; the pressure a light tease. Harry arches up into it, and Sirius leans forward, blows softly, the warm air ghosting across the assaulted skin. There’s a wriggle from the body in his lap, a poor attempt to grind down on Sirius’ thigh, to create friction.
“Please,” Harry begs, and Sirius grins again, his finger finally slipping inside.
Who was he to deny such a sweet request?