art by akatnamedeasterGreetings and welcome to
Kinky Kristmas 2018: 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 will most likely continue to appear throughout the month depending upon participation levels and demand.
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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 COMMENCE!
(Double entendre totally intended, naturally...)
There’s a hand on his head, tangled in the locks he keeps long and groomed. He’s encouraged down to his knees and when they connect with the cement flooring he doesn’t have time to dwell on the ache against tired, overworked joints. It takes him only a beat to wrap the offered cock around his pillowy tongue. He moans and so does the the man coaxing him to move deeper and faster with every sharp tug of his hair.
The back of his throat is nothing more than a barrier of warmth as its met with jerky thrusts. Charlie swallows around its length, and runs the flat of his tongue along the shaft. He’s made for this, for sucking cock on the floor of a dingy club with the soft tones of thumping music filtering through the dark, hidden alcove.
His fingers curls around the man’s thighs as he holds his body steady. He’s hard and desperate with every jut at the back of his throat. The movements are faster, shorter, more demanding with every eager gasp above him. He’s held in place, the leaking cock climaxing so quickly that his throat muscles struggle to swallow it down.
Charlie is yanked up from the floor. His belt is unhooked, trousers fall to the ground. The hard body in front of him spins and plants itself against the wall. His arse is out, begging to be taken and who is Charlie to refuse? His fingers explore the crease of his arse, dip inside, and he’s sheathed within seconds with a throaty growl.
He’s still, enjoying the heat the grips him so deliciously that Charlie’s damn near delirious with the feel of it. His hands steady him on the wall above broad shoulders and he thrusts once, twice, three times to gain momentum. He’s lost after that, brain foggy in sheer ecstasy as he takes him hard and fast.
“Fuck, Charlie,” the man - familiar, gritty, desperate - groans and pushed back against him.
He’s momentarily stunned. He knows this man, has coveted him from a distance as his relationship to a woman flourished. How he’d wound up here, being fucked against a dank wall, Charlie isn’t sure. But it hardly matters as his speed increases and his hips move erratically. He’s riding the line between climax and wanting more, more, more, that even as Neville begs him to fuck harder, Charlie slows and allows him to fuck himself back against his straining cock.
“Fuck me, Neville,” he hisses as his lips meet Neville’s ear. “Just like that, yes.”
His hands find their way to Neville’s shoulders and he uses them for leverage. Fingers curl into clavicle. Nails graze the hard bone sharply as he nears his release.
He’s done for in half a dozen strokes. Cock spent and twitching as he extricates himself and forces Neville to turn around. His hand locks around Neville’s jaw and pulls him in for a searing kiss. When they break apart, Charlie can hardly move far enough away to speak without mumbling into his lips.
“Fancy a nightcap at mine?”
Neville smiles, a little devious thing that turns up the corners of his lips.
“Fancy a bit more than that, to be honest.” His voice is rough around the edges, like he’s raw from all the noise he’d made moments ago.
Charlie wraps his arms around Neville’s shoulders, takes a step forward, and spins. As that familiar hook tugs at his navel, he’s sure the rest of Christmas break in England is going to be far better than whatever he might have done in Romania.