| 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...) |
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One rolled his eyes. “Eager to get home, yeah? Treated like a star there, aren’t you? Waited on hand and foot.”
“Mmm,” another said lazily. “I heard one’s part Veela and the other’s a metamorphmagus. Imagine what he does for our Potter.”
James didn’t reply. But as he walked to the Floo, a small smile was on his face. His team mates were under the impression that he was feted as a king at home, and he was in no hurry to change that view. He threw the powder in, gave his address, and stepped in.
As he stepped out, it was as if he went through a personality change; as if the fire stripped the arrogant Quidditch player away, leaving only the essential James behind.
He heard a growled voice saying, “You’re late,” a second before an arm was thrust across his neck, pushing him against the wall.
“Sorry. Practice went on longer than usual,” James said, looking into the grey eyes of his lover and Dominant.
Teddy bent in and gave him a quick kiss, reassurance that he was not in serious trouble. But then he said, “You’ll need to make your apologies on your knees.”
James almost moaned in relief. He knew what that meant, and it was what he needed. He needed Teddy to use him, abuse him.
“Please,” he uttered.
Teddy removed his restraining arm, and James tumbled gracelessly onto his knees in front of the other man. Something about Teddy made him lose all of his usual poise. Teddy ran a hand through James’s still shower-damp hair.
“You know what to do.”
James did. He leaned in, pulling Teddy’s cock free of his trousers with sure but gentle movements. It sprang free, half-hard and with a small bead of precome at the tip, which James leaned forward and licked away, unable to help himself.
“Were you given permission?”
The hand in James’s hair pulled hard.
“No, sir.” Teddy was always ‘sir’ to James when he was on his knees. “Sorry.”
“Open up, Jamie,” Teddy said, his tone gentling.