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...)
Back then, it had been amusing and irritating in equal amounts. Now, with his marriage to Narcissa crumbling, and all of the Dark Lord’s forces hidden behind the manor’s wards, and both Lestrange and himself working their way through the wine cellar at an alarming rate…it was bound to happen. At least, that’s what he tells himself. It was inevitable.
It’s not at all anything to do with Lestrange’s pretty face and his soft, pouting mouth, and a desire and curiosity that’s been brewing for years.
Lestrange is sprawled invitingly on the drawing room chaise. His robes are undone at the neck, revealing a pale vee of skin; his eyes are hooded, glassy, and he’s watching Lucius from under his lashes with a familiarly hungry stare. He licks his lips in invitation and shifts in his seat, legs parting. The hand that isn’t cradling his glass drags up the long line of his thigh. Lucius swallows.
He’s weak, these days. So very weak.
He crosses the room in long strides, dropping to his knees at Lestrange’s side. He steals his glass and drains it in one movement, whiskey burning its way to his belly as he leans in for a sloppy kiss. It’s wet and hot; a slick peat-tinged mess of a kiss, and it’s the best Lucius has experienced in years. Certainly, the most erotic. Lestrange is eager, moaning into Lucius’ mouth and curling his tongue to lap at his palate. Lucius shudders. He raises his hands to touch the younger man. He traces his fingers down the opening in his robes, caressing soft skin. He suspects that Narcissa knows of his desires – that she’ll know of his adultery – but it’s not enough to make him stop. Not now that he knows what Lestrange tastes like.
“Fuck me,” Lestrange slurs against his mouth, panting between kisses. “Want you. Want it hard.”
According to the things he’s whispered in Lucius’ ears over the years, the drunker his is, the rougher he wants it. Always. Lucius isn’t sure how much he’s had, but it’s clearly more than enough. Lestrange’s tone is pleading, whining. His body arches into Lucius’ touch, and he twists his fingers into Lucius’ hair to pull him closer. Lucius takes advantage.
He urges Lestrange up off the chaise and into his lap. Lestrange laughs softly at the shift in position and grinds down on Lucius’ lap. He’s already hard.
“Want me to ride you?” he asks.
Lucius does, but with Lestrange the way he is, he doubts it would last long. And while Lucius is not in the mood for slow, tender lovemaking, he would at least prefer his partner to not pass out on top of him. He shakes his head. He reaches up to card his fingers through Lestrange’s wild hair, and he tugs - hard - pulling Lestrange’s head. He licks slowly up the length of his throat to the shell of his ear.
“I’m going to help you up, and bend you over. Fuck you so hard you taste it, slut,” he says.
Lestrange groans. His hips roll. “Promises,” he says.