| 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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“Again?” James says, and his voice is deeper than it normally is. “Merlin, you’re predictable.”
Teddy’s only response is to grin. He knows James loves this, knows he enjoys the bites—the marks—just as much as Teddy enjoys giving them.
They lie in a sea of discarded Christmas decorations, this year’s tree standing to the left of them, it’s green leaves only half covered in an array of shining ornaments. From the corner of his eye, Teddy can see the flashing lights draped across the curtain rods, can see the faint flicker of glistening tinsel—red and gold, at James’ request, because of course.
They’d been spreading Christmas cheer through the flat before this, one of Celestina Warbeck’s old records playing in the background as they tried to outdo each other’s half of the tree. James had removed his scarf a few minutes in, his robe following a few minutes later. There’d been very few steps between there and now; between innocent fun and this.
Teddy scrapes his teeth over James’ collarbone a second time, his cock reacting to the way James groans, to the way he arches into it, the way he tilts his neck back like an offering. He probably shouldn’t enjoy it this much, he thinks, but he can’t help it. The press of teeth to skin, the feel of flesh sinking beneath the touch, the way the marks look after, bright red, deep purple-- it feels too good.
He takes James’ silent offer, bites down on the curve of his neck. It’s harder this time, James responding with a quiet hiss, and Teddy knows it’ll leave a mark. He gets excited at the mere thought, knows he’ll spend the next morning curled around James, his finger trailing over every mark his mouth leaves behind.
“Sure you’re not a vampire?” comes James’ voice, teasing even now. Teddy nips at his neck again, his tongue smoothing over the bite, easing the sting.
“No fun in immortality,” he murmurs, and follows it by grinding his hips down against Jamie’s, their cocks rubbing together through the fabric of their pants. “Could get the teeth, though,” he says. “If that’s your kink.”
“I think that’s your kink,” says James, tilting his head to look at him. There’s a joke, there, shining in his eyes; a joke Teddy vanishes by shoving a hand between them, his palm pressing down on Jamie’s cock.
“Just mine?” he says, pleased when James gasps, his head hitting the floor with a soft thump when Teddy slips his hand under his pants, curls his fingers around his cock.
He dips forward again, places another bite to James’ collarbone, and James arches up into him, desperate.
Teddy grins, pleased with himself. “Didn’t think so.”