| 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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Teddy is almost begging. The full moon is tomorrow night, which means he’ll heal soon. And it’s been so long since James did this. So fucking long.
“Gonna carve my name into your skin,” James murmurs, the knife shining tantalisingly in the low lamplight.
Teddy can’t begin to say how grateful he is that James will do this for him. It’s not his kink, not particularly, though he enjoys tying Teddy up and slapping him a little. But the more hardcore pain… that’s Teddy’s thing. Sometimes. Teddy enjoys what James does, too. But sometimes he needs – just a little more.
“Mmm,” he groans.
“Lie on the bed on your front,” James orders.
Teddy obeys. He is already naked, James still fully dressed. He is exposed in every way, waiting – waiting – for the first slice, that first shot of adrenaline which will race through him as his blood seeps to the surface. James presses the knife against his skin, not cutting, just teasing. Teddy feels the hairs raising on his arms in response.
Then James cuts. Teddy gasps and shudders as blood runs to the surface of his back. James has made one long smooth movement, a sliding J of pain and heat. Teddy ruts a little against the bed, almost embarrassed about the way his cock fills as the blood seeps down his skin.
“Yeah,” says James, his voice husky. “You like that.” He sits astride Teddy’s buttocks, continuing to cut. An a, an m. “I’m branding you as mine,” he tells Teddy, who is strung out on the pain – it hurts, it hurts, but it hurts so fucking good – and the sensation of James atop him.
“Yeah,” Teddy repeats in turn. “Yeah, please.”
“Mine,” James repeats, carving an e. The slide of the knife as he curves round in the awkward letter is beautiful torture. Teddy moans, impossibly hard without his cock even being touched; without a single sexual gesture exchanged. “Mine,” says James a third time, slipping the knife in an s shape.
Teddy’s back is slippery with blood; he can feel it. The letters will be hard to decipher at present under the burgundy liquid. But Teddy can sense each one, feel the deep pain of the cut, and he is James’s, he is so very James’s at this moment – his wonderful boyfriend who will do anything for him, who loves him so much… and Teddy presses more against the bed, pushing once, twice, before coming hard, a choked scream exiting his mouth as he does so.
When he comes down, James is beside him, still dressed, holding him tightly and murmuring words of reassurance. James is careful not to press against the cuts, though when they are healed a little bit Teddy will enjoy the mild discomfort of James’s touch.
James kisses his ear. “I love you,” he murmurs.
“And I’m yours,” Teddy replies.
James does put a careful finger against the J on Teddy’s back at this.
“Yes,” he says possessively. “Mine.”