Welcome to our next pervy party game: Klue! It's like Clue, but with
kink!
The objective is simple.
Pick any sexual theme you like and combine it with a location and an object from the lists below the cut. Rather than person, place, and thing, it's
practice, place, and thing! Any character(s), any kink(s), anything goes!
• Fic must be 200 words minimum; art must be a sketch equivalent.
• Share your pieces in comments to this post.
• In the subject line or at the start of the comment box, list the kink, location, and object used (e.g. "Spanking in the Locker Room with a Beater's Bat") so that we know which prompts you picked.
If we get a good number of entries, we'll have some quick voting for silly awards (best use of prompt and so forth) like we did for Wheel of Fornication last year. :)
An important note for those who don't have InsaneJournal accounts: We keep trying to enable anonymous commenting so that people without IJ accounts can participate, but every time we do, the comm gets hit with dozens of spam bots. Nonetheless, we want everyone to be able to play along!! If you don't have an IJ but want to play, drop us an email (dd.mods at gmail) and we'll enable anon commenting for a day so that you can post. OR email your piece to us so that we can post it for you. OR, if you're interested in starting an IJ, let us know that as well. We have a few spare invitation codes we can give out.
PLACES: |
THINGS: |
the Eiffel Tower at sunset |
edible arrangements |
a celebration in Hogwarts' Great Hall |
love letter(s) |
staff room surprise party |
magical re-gifts |
Hogwarts' gardens/rose bushes |
anonymous and explicit greeting card(s) |
masked ball/masquerade |
crudites/hors d'oeuvres |
the Tower of London |
champagne |
first Order of Merlin awards ceremony after the war |
a spool of gift ribbon |
Quidditch pitch |
party horn AKA blowout AKA paper tongue |
bonfire celebration |
Spello-tape |
in the bathroom/closet/wardrobe at a fancy party |
magical party favors/swag bags |
an (empty?) office at the Ministry of Magic |
dress robes |
a gathering at the Burrow |
confetti |
a celebration in the Hogwarts dorms (any House) |
birthday cake and (a lot of?) candles |
the Hogwarts Express (party car??) |
pin the ___ on the ___ game |
the Shrieking Shack |
third anniversary gifts (leather...?!) |
Greenhouse 3 |
balloons |
Klue will continue until Thursday, March 28. Be dirty, be creative, and
celebrate!
Pairing: Draco/Albus Severus
Rating: R
Word Count: ~770
Content/Warnings: established relationship, handjob
Notes: Using a random number generator I selected "bonfire celebration" for my place and "dress robes" as my thing. Unbeta'd
Albus suppressed twin sighs of admiration and exasperation the moment Draco walked into the room. There was no doubt his lover cut a fine figure in his expertly tailored dress robes, the midnight blue fabric showing off his trim body to mouth-watering effect. The cut and drape were impeccable, and the rich colour made his fair skin and hair glow like the polished silver buttons that cascaded down the front of the pristine fabric. The dress robes were every bit as gorgeous as the man they were wrapped around.
They were also overkill.
"You do know we're going to a bonfire, not a ball, right?" Albus asked as he stood from his chair, trying not to feel scrubby and under-dressed in his jeans and jumper. They were both designer afterall, and much more suited to an outdoor bonfire celebration.
Draco sniffed. "There's no such thing as being overdressed," he said as he turned to look himself over in the study's large gilded mirror. He ran his hands down the sides of the robes, smoothing out invisible wrinkles, and Albus's chest squeezed with affection. Draco was nervous.
"You don't have anything to be worried about tonight. My family's known about us for months, and it's not like you haven't met them all before."
Albus fought a grin at the scathing look Draco sent his way. "Yes, and that's always gone so well. Old school chums, your parents and I. I can't imagine why they'd object to me fucking their youngest son."
Albus couldn't stop his snort at that. Draco shot him an offended glare, and he hurried to Draco's side, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist. "Of course it took them some time to get used to it, but all they care about is that I'm happy, and they'd have to be idiots not to see how happy you've made me."
Draco made a dubious expression that clearly conveyed just how confident he was that the Potter-Weasley family wasn't filled with idiots. It probably shouldn't have amused Albus as much as it did.
"Oh, stop fussing. They've all promised to be on their best behaviour tonight; it's going to be fine." He gave Draco an innocent look beneath his lashed. "I mean, I can't promise none of them will make fun of your poncy dress robes, but…"
"There is nothing wrong with my robes, thank you very—"