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...)
Tracey glanced over her shoulder, met Daphne’s gaze, and rolled her eyes meaningfully. “No, you idiot,” she said. She put her hand on the centre of Corner’s chest and pushed him, shoving him back onto one of the sturdier desks. She straddled him quickly, guiding his hands up to cup her arse. “Daphne’s a lady,” she explained. “But she’s curious, you know?”
Daphne shuddered at the lilting tone. She’d heard Tracey use it before – on seemingly endless boys, all of whom wanted access to Tracey’s body and none of whom seemed to care about the things she demanded in return. Money, mostly. Connections, otherwise. She’d heard Tracey use it before, and she knew enough to guess what came from it – but she’d never watched.
She’d mentioned being curious about sex two days ago; she’d wondered out loud in their dorm about what it would feel like and how people even went about it. Tracey, sprawled out on her bed in her underwear with bruises on her thighs and bite marks on her breasts, had offered to show her. Had, in fact, shown her that very evening – how it could be between two girls, at least. She’d used her mouth to bring Daphne off, and then smiled up at her from between her thighs.
“Can’t have you married off to some pureblood pillock without experiencing at least one orgasm,” she’d said, her lips slick and swollen. “It’d be a crying shame. But if you want spoilers for your wedding night, Daphne-dear, then we can do that too.”
She’d still been hazy from her orgasm when she’d agreed. And now, two days later, in an abandoned classroom on one of the lower levels of the dungeon, Tracey was keeping her word.
Michael Corner seemed almost irrelevant, although not entirely opposed to the situation either.
“First you’ve got to touch each other,” Tracey said. As she spoke, her hands were making quick work of Corner’s uniform: opening his robes and his trousers, unfastening his tie. His hands were moving over her, lifting her skirt to massage her arse. He was sliding his fingers under the red lace of Tracey’s panties, and as she watched, Tracey’s expression twisted with pleasure.
“He, uh, he needs to get you wet or it’ll hurt,” she continued. “And you – mmmm.” She cut off with a moan. Corner had been kissing down her neck while she talked – the hand that wasn’t in her knickers had been busy with the front of her robes, unfastening clasps and buttons. Tracey leaned back to shrug them off her shoulders.