| 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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Minerva freezes, caught. Then she drops the charm and steps into the room. “You could not. The students might think we have eyes in the back of our heads, but I know differently.”
“Okay, maybe I couldn’t see you. But I could sense you.”
“Oh really? And what did you sense?”
Hermione blushed. “I sensed that you too wanted to take advantage of the castle’s lack of occupancy and join me for some…ah... reading.”
Minerva comes to join her, sitting on the arm of the chair, where Hermione’s legs were moments before. She picks up Hermione’s hand and kisses her palm. “Always, my love.”
Hermione slides off the chair and stands before Minerva. She’s still naked, still smudged with ink. She reaches back to the quill holding what little of the bun that didn’t dislodge earlier and hands it to Minerva. “Do you want to read?” She summoned a pot of ink. “Or do you want to write?”
Minerva didn’t even have to weigh her options. She transfigures the quill to a thin bristled paintbrush and dips it into the ink.
“Right here?” Minerva asks, hovering over Hermione’s breast indicating that the question is rhetorical at best.
“Don’t you think our story belongs here in the library, surrounded by all these other stories, these other adventures?”
Minerva licks her lip and begins the downward stroke of the first word of their story right above Hermione’s areola. “I know the story I want to tell belongs here in the Restricted Section.”
Hermione stills Minerva’s hand and leans in for a kiss. “Make Sappho proud, professor.”