art by akatnamedeasterGreetings and welcome to
Kinky Kristmas 2018: 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 will most likely continue to appear throughout the month depending upon participation levels and demand.
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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 COMMENCE!
(Double entendre totally intended, naturally...)
“Rabastan,” he hisses.
The laughter fades to a giggle and the hand around his wrist loosens, slides up his arm to his shoulder and pulls him closer. “So, you do remember, Kingsley-love.”
Kingsley squints at him. All he can see is the silhouette of Rabastan’s wild black hair and the glitter of his eyes, but he knows that he’s smiling. He can hear it. He knows the exact way that Rabastan’s lips curve; the pronounced upward tick to the left and the crooked lower incisors. Rabastan is feeling along his shoulders, and Kingsley jumps slightly when cold fingertips brush his skin at the edge of his collar. He presses harder with his wand, and feels Rabastan’s body jolt in response.
It was this way in Hogwarts, he remembers. A rough rivalry on the Quidditch pitch that led to flirting in the hallways and the passing of some wonderfully explicit notes that he’s kept hidden ever since. They never went further, no matter how much they’d wanted it. He still wants it. Wants Rabastan to enact every filthy promise he ever wrote.
He doesn’t lower his wand, not even when he surges forward to kiss that smile off Rabastan’s lips. The other moans, shockingly loud in the dark, and Kingsley pulls away to listen carefully. All he can hear is heavy breathing and the hammering of his own heart; in the distance, in one of the other chambers, the Order clashing with Death Eaters in order to defend the prophecy. He and Rabastan, on opposing sides, are alone.
Rabastan whispers an incantation between them, the hand not on Kingsley’s neck lifting as he casts a privacy ward. The rush of his magic makes goose-bumps break out on Kingsley’s arms and neck; Rabastan’s magic has always felt Dark, even when they were in school – a side-effect of his upbringing, most likely, though it’s only grown worse in the years since. But as Dark as he is, that crooked smile of his tastes so sweet. With privacy ensures, Kingsley returns to his task; he licks into Rabastan’s mouth and twists his fingers in his hair, yanking his head back even as he shoves Rabastan backwards, deeper into the dark and up against a wall.
Rabastan laughs into their kiss and the hand at Kingsley’s throat tightens, fingernails digging in to his flesh. The tip of a wand digs into his hip, and he pushes forward into it – into Rabastan. Rabastan’s hard under his robes, and eager; Kingsley knows he could die for pursuing this, knows exactly what Rabastan’s capable of, but knows that he won’t stop.
He bites kisses along Rabastan’s jaw and down his neck, feeling hips roll and thrust against his own. Laughter turns to gasps and moans, and fingers flex at his neck, scrabbling at the fastenings of his collar. He’ll leave bruises in his wake. If they’re going to do this, he wants Rabastan to remember it; wants him to feel it for days.
He’s wanted it for too long to have him any other way.
He licks between the tip of his wand and the tender flesh on the underside of Rabastan’s jaw before digging his wand in deeper. Rabastan makes a soft, choked noise that could be pain – probably is, although he still seems to be enjoying himself if the erection pressing into his own is anything to go by.
Images flash through Kingsley’s mind – thoughts of what they could do. Rabastan on his knees like he always promised – threatened? – letting him fuck his throat and come on his face and chest; they could use their hands on each other like horny school boys in an abandoned classroom, kissing and stroking. If he thought he could get away with it without Rabastan disembowelling him, he’d try turning him to the wall and fucking into him from behind, but there’s still a wand pressing into his hip with dark intent.