| 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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He'd heard that, or variations on the theme, for years. Unfortunately, he knew it was a lie perpetrated by others like him, and he had to live up to it or bring shame on his people and their glorious history...
Unless there was someone out there willing to make do with just what God gave him and natural intelligence had enhanced? He shook his head at the absurdity. No, no one wants a man with a small cock...
Severus Snape was snide, rude, a bit hirsute, and an all-around git. But, rumour had it that he was hung as well as any thoroughbred racing around England. The same—in varying degrees—could be said for Mad-eye Moody and Sirius Black. If asked, there were a few good witches and wizards that would corroborate the stories. If one was diligent, and had a limitless supply of Veritaserum, they could even find one or two leading lights to agree.
Now, after the all the fighting, and all the healing that had to come with it, Severus was laid up in a cottage tucked in hills cutting through a corner of the Forbidden Forest. He shared it with Mad-eye Moody, Sirius Black, and a sheepish, much put-upon Ron Weasley. Of them all, it was punishment for Weasley as Snape was being held in an enchanted healing sleep, Moody was busy regrowing his one human leg, and Black was working through being unexpectedly ejected out of the Veil and into the middle of a pitched battle between Professors McGonagall and Hooch over Oliver Wood's, ah, natural woody knob, which Ron had the poor taste to overhear graphically described in shudderingly fulsome detail by the elderly women, and being right there, he'd been elected Sirius-keeper for the duration.
Now, Ron was no mediwitch. It was just too bad that he was privy to all sorts of rumour-breaking information he couldn't share with anyone. He was a strategist, an Order of Merlin-First Class recipient, and Harry Potter's other best friend. He was not—as he told himself for the sixth time that day—cut out to be chief cock-and-ball washer extraordinaire for three over-the-top and unwilling heroes of the Light while Harry was out cutting a swath through the ladies and Hermione was reclaiming her parents. In fact, he was just a workhorse.