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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.
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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.
• 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...)
Remus sighs, wondering when on earth he thought it a good idea to bring Sirius with him to try and find Christmas presents. Sirius is like a five year old, sometimes.
"We need to get Lily something," he points out patiently.
Sirius hooks his chin over Remus's shoulder from behind, and runs his hands down Remus's sides.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun first," he says suggestively. His hands wander closer to Remus's groin, and oh. Sometimes Sirius is not like a five year old. "No one's looking," he whispers in Remus's ear. "They're all too busy with their own shopping."
Remus should say no. They're in the middle of a crowded shopping centre, for god's sake. But Sirius's hand has slipped into the pocket of Remus's robe, and he is touching Remus up even as he speaks. And Remus has never been good at saying no to Sirius, even when he's not being distracted by the possibility of sex.
"We shouldn't," he says, but it's obvious to them both that his argument is perfunctory.
"That's what makes it more fun," Sirius says smugly.
And yes, yes it is. Remus knows that Sirius can feel how hard he is. He knows that Sirius knows his kink for exhibitionism - and shares it. Getting off here and now is so wrong that it's totally right.
"You're impossible," Remus says, turning so that he is facing Sirius, and whispering the words almost into Sirius's mouth.
"You love it." Sirius closes the gap between their lips, and runs his tongue over Remus's mouth until Remus opens it with a gasp.
"Excuse me," says a shopper, squeezing past. She inadvertently pushes the two closer together as she does so, and Sirius laughs.
"You're excused," he calls after her.
She looks back at the couple, who are groin to groin. Remus is rutting gently against Sirius. Her mouth falls open a bit, but when Remus chances a glance over, he notices she doesn't look shocked so much as aroused.
"Oh, but I'm not sure I am," she says, leaning back against a display. "Do carry on, boys."
Sirius gives her a cheeky wink, and rests his hands on Remus's arse, pulling him in hard and fast.
"Sirius, we shouldn't - ohhhh..." Remus's protest is cut off as Sirius rubs up against him more deliberately, sucking a shameless hickey onto his neck. Remus has a weakness for having his neck mauled, damn it. How is he supposed to object to anything when THAT is going on?
"That's it, babe," Sirius murmurs. "Come on, you can do it. Come all over yourself."
"Bastard," Remus whispers breathlessly, biting Sirius's lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.
Sirius gives a low laugh and kisses him hard, one hand migrating to Remus's head and threading through his hair. Remus can feel his orgasm building, and he wouldn't care now if the whole damn shop were watching. He pulls away from the kiss, panting.
"Close," he warns.
"Good boy."
And that is it, those little words of praise have Remus spilling in his pants with a groan he buries in Sirius's shoulder. He rests his head there for some seconds, coming down from the high with the embarrassment he always gets afterwards, but which somehow never stops him from falling in with Sirius's plans in the first place. Sirius strokes his head gently, whispering words of encouragement to him - "so beautiful, Moony, fuck" - and letting him take his time.
Finally, Remus lifts his head. The woman has gone - show, presumably, over. Sirius is smiling at him with that mischievous look in his eyes.
"Okay, babe. Now we can finish the shopping," he says.
Remus is suddenly hyper-aware of his wet pants. He hopes none of it has stained through to his robe. "I hate you," he says; and Sirius laughs.