| Greetings and welcome to
Kinky Kristmas 2015: 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!
Please read the information and instructions before you start stuffing our silk stockings:
• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art). Fills certainly need not be long (that would sort of be defeating the point of low-stress comment pr0n!); we just want to see a little bit of substance and thought in our stocking stuffers. ;)
• Since fills will mostly 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.
• Claiming of requests 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. So if a prompt you really love appears to be taken, remember to check back (although we hope you'll be following and playing along all month long!).
• 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 continue to appear. So if you don't find a prompt you really love, remember to check back (although we hope you'll be following and playing along all month long!).
• 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!
(Pun totally intended, naturally...) |
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"It is Thursday, Ron." Hermione picked up her teacup, finishing the last sip and not meeting his eye. She was already watching the clock, counting the hours till lunch.
"Tell him to stop by the shop later and bring me a leftover kebab." He wiped his mouth and carried his plate to the sink.
"I'm sure he'll rush right over." Hermione made sure she didn't stutter as she added, "Unless he gets tied up at the office."
"Brilliant." Ron gave her a peck on the cheek and stepped back to Disapparate.
Hermione sagged in relief. Ron was still none the wiser.
Hermione leaned over Harry's desk, his fingers dancing along the lacy edge of her knickers.
"You're such a tease, Harry Potter," she said, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Oh?" he grinned, pulling the fabric aside and slipping two fingers into her.
She was already dripping wet. The last two hours had been torture, sitting at her desk with her thighs squeezed together trying to stave off her arousal.
Harry grabbed one of her arsecheeks as he finger-fucked her, kneading the soft flesh of her bottom.
"God, you're gorgeous," he said, almost reverently, and Hermione felt her heart clench. This was half the reason she was cheating on Ron. Harry sounded like he meant it, not that it was what he was supposed to say.
She wasn't entirely sure why he was unfaithful to Ginny and she sometimes wondered whether Ginny simply turned a blind eye, happier to have most of him instead of none at all.
Harry's thumb brushed across her sensitive clit, pulling her from her thoughts and making her gasp.
"Yes," she murmured, rocking her hips back, wanting more than his fingers in her.
He must have got the message for he gently pulled his fingers free. She then heard the clank of his buckle, the zip going down on his trousers, the rustle of fabric before feeling his warm hands spreading her open.
She shivered then sighed as she felt Harry's cock push inside her. He was thicker than Ron, of not quite as long, and it always took a couple of thrusts to get used to his girth.
"Fuck, Hermione." Harry groaned, his hands on her hips, pulling her back into his cock as much as he was pushing forward into her.
She clung to the edge of the desk as he moved faster. Parchments for law enforcement, heads of other departments, even the Minster himself, were all pushed aside so Harry could bend her over and fuck her.
That was something her husband would never do.