| Greetings and welcome to Kinky Kristmas 2017: 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 could appear throughout the month depending upon participation levels and demand. • 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! (Double entendre totally intended, naturally...) |
“Can you shut it and let me think?” Harry snaps.
Draco’s pacing and muttering and being stuck in a small room with a raving, irritated Malfoy, and no prospect of getting out any time soon is not how Harry had hoped to spend his day — no matter how good that Malfoy happens to look in his uniform.
“Veritaserum, Potter,” Malfoy says, still pacing. Harry tries to ignore the click of Malfoy’s shoes on the stone floor as he examines the door that slammed shut behind them five minutes ago. “No I can’t shut it. And think all you bloody want, there’s no way out and you’re not going to find one and I’d rather be anywhere else, no matter how good your arse looks when you bend over like that.”
“There’s always a w…my what when I what?” Harry turns to look at Malfoy, whose face is nearly the same red as his Auror robe.
“Shut up,” Draco snaps, pacing even faster. “Find us a way out, since there’s nothing you can’t do.”
“I thought you said there was no way out,” Harry says. He turns slowly to look at Draco.
“There isn’t,” says Draco, through gritted teeth. His fists are clenched at his sides and he looks like he’s going to burst a blood vessel. “But you’re adorable when you’re working out a plan, so have at it. And why the fuck did this have to happen today?”
“What the hell, Malfoy?” Harry asks. He feels his face heat. Malfoy seems on the verge of hysteria and Harry’s torn between wanting to hear more about his arse and his being adorable and wanting to find a way out of here before they both die of embarrassment. “Why on earth did you take the bloody potion yourself?”
“Our boss has this pesky aversion to experimenting on suspects and I didn’t intend to be stuck alone with you and your lickable collar bones.” Draco makes a strangled sound, like he’s trying to swallow his own tongue.
“You think my collar bones are lickable?” Harry asks. The evidence room should be well-ventilated to help preserve delicate evidence, but Harry is certain there’s a lack of oxygen in here.
“Your collar bones and your jaw and your pretty, fuckable mouth,” Draco says, looking a bit like a House Elf who’s being compelled to bad-mouth their master.
It occurs to Harry that he should spare them both any further embarrassment and try to change the subject, but one critical question seems to hang in the air. He’s not the one who took Draco’s newest batch of Veritaserum, that current evidence suggests is pretty fucking potent, but he can’t make himself leave that question unanswered. “Is my mouth lickable or fuckable?”
“Both, you prat,” Draco says. He starts pacing again, back and forth between the tall shelves lined with boxes and labeled with case numbers. “Sometimes, when you lick your lip when you’re thinking, it makes me jealous of your tongue and it’s all I can do not to lean over and lick your lips myself. And sometimes, when you’re at a dead end on a case and you bite at your lip and it’s all pink and swollen, all I can think is that’s how it’d look when I slide my cock into your mouth and you take me deep. So, both.”