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!
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"You're right," Albus said when the finally parted, looking up into Draco's dark eyes as he ran his palms under the silken fabric covering Draco's chest. "These robes are fantastic."
Draco smirked and then gave Albus's arse another proprietary squeeze that made Albus gasp. "I can't say I'm not partial to these jeans of yours, myself," Draco said on a growl. "Though my robes do offer one significant advantage."
"Oh?"
Draco's wicked smile made Albus's heart race and his cock throb. He grabbed Albus's hand and with a tingle of silent, wandless magic, several of his fiddly buttons slid free, providing a hand-sized opening in the fabric right below his waist. Draco guided Albus's hand inside to meet the bare skin of Draco's thigh before moving up until his knuckles brushed against Draco's half-hard cock. Albus groaned as Draco murmured, "Convenient, isn't it?"
"You're not wearing any pants," Albus whispered, reaching out to run his fingers along the velvety shaft, looking down in fascination as the lines of Draco's robes remained unchanged desite the movement within.
"A traditional wizard never does," Dracos said smugly, and then, noticing Albus's preoccupation with the still-smooth drape of Draco's robes, continued, equally as smug, "There's very little an expert magical tailor can't accomplish. What do you think?"
Albus swallowed and licked his lips. "I think that I better get you off quickly before we're late to the bonfire celebration. And then…" He trailed off as he wrapped his hand around Draco's thick length, preoccupied with the weighty feel of it in his palm and the way Draco shuddered with pleasure as he began to move his fist.
"And then…?" Draco prompted with a gasp when Albus failed to finish his thought.
Albus grinned at him. "And then, you need to introduce me to your tailor. I think I'd like to try out some of these magical features for myself."