| 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...) |
"You two ever…you know," James asks.
"We ever what, Prongs?" Sirius asks. He's a bit close to pissed himself and the shit-eating grin he sends James' way make Remus want to leave the room and jump on Sirius in equal parts.
This question comes immediately after a more prolonged discussion about the intriguing things one learns being an Animagus than they have had since childhood.
"You know," James says, looking very much like he hopes someone puts him out of his misery.
Remus hopes someone puts James and him out of their collective misery. Sirius kicks his boots up on the table and raises his eyebrows. It doesn't look like Sirius is in a mood to be merciful.
"What a question," Sirius says, lacing his fingers behind his head and leaning back. His hair falls over his face as if he's charmed it for maximum effect. "You've seen for yourself how Moony is with Padfoot. Use your imagination."
James' cheeks flush even redder, which really didn't seem possible ten seconds ago. Remus can feel his own face flaming. Imagination is his greatest enemy at the moment. Peter and Lily are in the next room. James' bloody parents are putting Harry to bed, singing him to sleep. The Christmas carols wafting sweetly from the baby's room are hardly the backdrop for Remus' current imagination.
"He's having you on," Remus says, willing himself to think of something other than his body being folded over the sofa, Padfoot fucking him in hard, sharp thrusts. "We've never."
"Spoil sport," says Sirius.
James looks more flustered than ever, and a bit disappointed. "I think I hear Lily calling me," he says and hurries from the room.
Sirius stands and walks across the room, to sit next to Remus on the sofa – the very one Remus was just imagining himself being fucked over by Sirius, or not by Sirius precisely.
"You liked that, did you?" Sirius says. He leans close and his breath comes soft and warm against Remus' cheek.
"Sirius," Remus says, trying to infuse his voice with warning.
He clearly failed at the warning bit, because Sirius' hand slides along his thigh and stops between Remus' legs. "You're hard just thinking about it."
Remus exhales slowly, trying to regain control of himself. "James and Lily will be back directly."
"And if they wouldn't, Moony?" Sirius whispers. "What then? What would you want Padfoot to do to you?"
Sirius' hand presses harder and Remus can't help but rock against it.
"Mr and Mrs Potter, they'll be in directly as well," Remus says, but his voice comes out in a husky whisper and it sounds rather more like a challenge than a warning, even to his own addled brain.
"I think we should be off," Sirius says. "I've an unexpected Christmas present for you."