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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...)
“Please,” Harry whispers. His hips jerk, and Sirius grins up at him – eyes black with lust and smile utterly wicked. He drags the panties to the side, freeing Harry’s cock. He laps at the head. Soft, wet licks that make electricity spark at the base of Harry’s spine. “Please. Please, Sirius.”
He whines low in his throat as Sirius fulfils his promise. His godfather’s mouth is hot around him, and his hands are steady on Harry’s hips, guiding him into moving. He keeps his eyes on Harry the whole time, staring up at him. Worshipping him. Encouraging him to fuck harder into his throat. Harry loses himself to it; to the way Sirius slides his hands under the lace back of the panties to cup his arse; to the thick, slopping noises of his cock moving in Sirius’ throat. It feels so good, and he’s been on edge for so long, that he comes embarrassingly fast, panting hard. His chest is heaving. He feels like he can’t draw breath. His knees are like jelly and there are stars dancing in his vision. Sirius lets his cock slide from his mouth with an obscene noise and presses a bite to Harry’s inner thigh. He stands slowly, keeping his hands on Harry’s arse, and crowds into him – he’s helping Harry stay upright as much as he’s dominating him as he guides Harry back towards the sofa.
His lips are red and swollen and when he licks into Harry’s mouth, he tastes of come. Harry gasps into it, letting Sirius steer him until the sofa bumps against the backs of his calves. He sways on his feet, leaning into Sirius. He can feel his godfather’s cock straining against the confines of his trousers, and the answering rush of lust that floods through him is dizzying.
He untangles one of his hands from Sirius’ hair and drops it between them, rubbing at that hard length. He wants. Wants Sirius to fuck him till he can’t move; wants Sirius to ruin him for anyone else. It’s still a rush to know that Sirius even wants him like this at all. That the desire he’d felt for his godfather, seemingly forever, was mutual.
“Please,” he whispers into their kiss. “Please.”
That’s all it takes for Sirius to turn him. To guide him up onto the sofa with his knees apart and his arse in the air, fingers curled over the backrest and his panties pulled to one side to expose his hole. Sirius preps him roughly with conjured lube, and it’s not enough. Harry’s barely stretched enough when Sirius pulls his fingers out and fumbles with his zipper. He’s still fully dressed when he places his hand on Harry’s lower back, his thumb hooked around green lace, and guides himself in.
The stretch aches. It forces the air from Harry’s lungs, and he scrabbles at the back of the sofa as his spine arches and his mouth falls open. It’s hard and rough and fast; Harry knows that he’s babbling. Sirius’ name is falling from his lips with every thrust and it’s perfect. So perfect. And Sirius –
He’s talking too. A litany of praise. Harry is his pretty boy, so perfect on his knees like this. He’s such a good boy. So pretty and perfect and he’s Sirius’.
“Yours,” Harry pants. “I’m always yours.”
He repeats it, later. When they’re sated and stretched out together in front of the fire. Sirius’ mess is drying on his skin, staining his panties and stinging at the bite mark on his thigh. Sirius strokes his fingers through Harry’s hair and the kiss he presses to Harry’s neck makes him smile.
“Love you too, baby boy,” he murmurs. His hand drops to Harry’s hip and he rubs his thumb over the white ribbon trim. “And these. Going to buy you a fucking collection.”