| 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...) |
Pairing: Charlie/Tonks
Rating: NC-17
Breathless.
That was how Charlie Weasley felt when he was anywhere in the vicinity of Nymphadora ("don't call me that") Tonks. It had always been that way, from the moment they'd met at Hogwarts when she slammed into him in the Great Hall, she on the way out, he on the way in. Her hair had turned three different colours, but her cheeks had remained steadily red. And her eyes had locked on him as stream of words that included "wotcher" "sorry" "bollocks" and "clumsy" came from her full, pouty lips.
He was done by then. They'd gotten together a year later, and then had broken up the year after that. He'd claimed to everyone that it was a clean break, that he was fine. He didn't want to be tied down. This was, of course, a lie. But he concealed it with the multitude of all-too-willing witches that seemed to find their way into his bed. His heart belonged to Tonks, and watching her marry Remus (her hair a vibrant shade of electric purple) just about broke him - even though he knew she was happier with the werewolf than she'd probably ever be with a dragon wrangler. Then Teddy was born, and he knew it was over.
Until it wasn't. He'd kept his distance, after Remus died. He let her have her space. Then she came to him. And now here they were.
He held his breath as she straddled him on the floor in front of the fire, the shadows of the flames dancing on the dark walls. A puny Christmas tree shimmered in the corner. She was naked except for her boots. Her hair was cerulean blue, her mouth was dark burgundy, and her tits were a work of art, the skin a soft almond colour that made his mouth water. Small but full, with dark red nipples that currently resembled small cherries awaiting his lips. There were so many colours - and he loved them all.
She bent over him, tracing one bright blue fingernail along the fiery orange-yellow tail of the dragon tattoo on his shoulder. His cock twitched; he could feel it swelling and stiffening as her mouth formed a small smile. His eyes slid down her front to the place where her perfectly shaved pussy (the hair also cerulean blue) met the base of his cock. Whether unconsciously or not, she was sliding her hips just enough back and forth to create friction that was like fire on his skin. If he didn't fuck her soon, he would go mad.
"This is fucking beautiful," she murmured, her hazel-green eyes glinting in the firelight.
"You are fucking beautiful," he said, sliding his hands up her arms and tugging her forward. Her left tit came within range of his mouth, and he caught her nipple in his teeth. He tugged, and she purred. But still she looked at the dragon. She was mesmerized.
"I love the colours," she said.
His heart thudded like an anvil. "I love your colours," he said. "But mostly, I love you."
The words hung there, in the air, for a few excruciating seconds. He wasn't sure she'd say it back. But then Tonks smiled, and sat up on her knees. She spread her legs, inviting him in. Charlie braced his hands on her thighs and thrust up into her. She fell forward, breathing heavily as he filled her pussy with his massive, aching cock. Her mouth landed on his shoulder, on the dragon. She kissed it.
"I love you, too," she answered. Then slid his thumb over her clit and she moaned.