| Greetings and welcome to
Kinky Kristmas 2015: 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!
Please read the information and instructions before you start stuffing our silk stockings:
• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art). Fills certainly need not be long (that would sort of be defeating the point of low-stress comment pr0n!); we just want to see a little bit of substance and thought in our stocking stuffers. ;)
• Since fills will mostly 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.
• Claiming of requests 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. So if a prompt you really love appears to be taken, remember to check back (although we hope you'll be following and playing along all month long!).
• 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 continue to appear. So if you don't find a prompt you really love, remember to check back (although we hope you'll be following and playing along all month long!).
• 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!
(Pun totally intended, naturally...) |
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The call caught Blaise off-guard. He'd only just been released from the infirmary, and his head still felt too small for all the information and pain it had been hit with through out the day. Still, he stood up and straightened his robes, smirking at the Gryffindor Trio as he passed by them. He ignored Weasley's glare but put a bit of extra saucy into the sway of his hips as he noticed Draco's speccy git couldn't quite tear his eyes away from it.
Once out of sight of anyone of note, Blaise stood taller and marched to the Transfiguration Classroom. He came to the closed door, knocked, and then entered as a deep voice--dark, rich like Mama's favorite Belgian chocolate, and so very warm like pumping blood--called out, "Come in."
Blaise turned the doorknob and stepped through the opened door without looking at the body that voice belonged to. He knew he'd have to look, but for the past two years he'd been so disappointed by the promise of a voice...
"Mr. Zabini, I'm Auror Shacklebolt. I'll be conducting today's interview. You'll have another one in a week with someone else. Now, before we begin, do you have any questions for me?" The auror looked down at his notes, ignoring Blaise's gobsmacked expression. When no words were uttered, the auror began speaking again.
"Well, then, please be seated, Mr. Zabini." He looked down at a separate sheet of notes in another's hand. "From our preliminary reports, you were not present for the battle. Is that correct?" That dark voice stopped and Blaise blinked his eyes trying to understand what had been said.
"Ah...no, no I was not, kind sir." Blaise winced internally as he felt the caged power he always fought against flexing inside him, taunting him by replaying the other man's voice over and over in his head. "I was too smart to be caught up in a losing proposition." He crossed his arms over his chest, really just an elegant way of wrapping his arms around his treacherous body before he could launch it over the desk and at the warm, male body on its other side.
"Please relate the events prior to the battle...Blaise."
"I was..." he licked his lips, noticing how the other man's eyes seemed to follow the tip of his tongue as it peeked out between his lips, "I was in the Slytherin Common Room when word came down to evacuate. I left with the others and came out in the Hog's Head, a remarkably ramshackle pub for a Dumbledore to own, if I may say so." He licked his lips again, noticing a faint tightening of fingers upon the hand that held the quill making notations on a piece of parchment.
A spark of deviltry woke up in Blaise and he leaned forward, putting his hand on that writing hand. There was a frisson of something that passed between them before the auror removed his hand from under Blaise's fingers.