| 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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UnDressHaving stripped quickly, Luna finished laying the new clothing out on the bed just in time for Ginny to come out of the bathroom, completely naked as directed. Ginny blinked when she saw the items, but she hid her surprise well and stood silently, waiting.
After taking a moment to admire her wife’s Quidditch-honed figure, the soft curves of her breasts, the slight flush of anticipation in her cheeks, Luna said, voice light but commanding, “Put these on.” She pointed to two items near the corner of the bed.
Obediently, Ginny rolled the black thigh-high fishnet stockings onto her feet and up her legs, the large diamond cutouts criss-crossing over her freckled skin. The black open-toed high heels came after.
When she was finished, Ginny let her arms fall to her sides and locked eyes with Luna, awaiting the next instruction. It was this bold almost-threat to Luna’s dominance that sent a heady thrill through Luna, the visual reminder that her wife was just as much a lioness as she was, and it was her choice to submit to Luna now.
Luna picked up the stiff blood-red corset that had almost made her knees buckle at the shop when she imagined Ginny in it. Positioning herself behind Ginny, she wrapped the corset around her, told her to hold it in place, and brought the ends together. Starting low at Ginny’s hips, Luna ran a slow finger up Ginny’s spine, making Ginny shiver. Luna smiled as she began lacing the corset. “I’ve been wanting”—tug—“to see you”—tug—“all dressed up”—tug—“for too long.” With each tightening of the laces, Ginny’s breath came out in a gasp, until they started to sound suspiciously like moans.
“Too tight?” Luna whispered, nuzzling Ginny’s neck.
“No,” Ginny replied, breathless from lack of air or from anticipation, Luna couldn’t tell. She pulled the lacings once more before tying them off.
“You did so well,” Luna purred, cupping Ginny’s arse. “You deserve a reward.” She pressed her chest flush against Ginny’s back, the lacy pattern on the corset stimulating her skin wherever they met. She guided Ginny’s head to the side, exposing her neck, and sucked it gently as her hands roamed over Ginny’s front, fingernails of one hand tracing indistinct patterns on Ginny’s barely-covered breast, her other hand circling around Ginny’s abdomen, her thighs, toying with the edge of the stockings. Ginny’s breath hitched, and she tried moving into Luna’s touch, to get her fingers where Ginny really wanted them.
Luna pulled away, smacking Ginny’s arse. “Not yet,” she admonished silkily. While Ginny recovered herself, Luna picked up the last item from the bed. She drank in the sight of Ginny, skin flushed, hair mussed, eyes clouded with lust, breasts pulling inward and back against the corset with every breath. Heat coiled in Luna’s belly, but she forced herself to say, “Put this on.”
Ginny obeyed, and the simple black short-sleeved dress flowed over her body, covering the corset and flaring at her hips down to her knees.
“Do a turn,” Luna said hoarsely, and admired every inch of her wife from sole to crown. “You are beautiful,” she said, and Ginny’s eyes softened from lust to love.
Luna ran her hands down Ginny’s sides, pressing harder than usual to be felt through the fabric of the dress and corset. She licked Ginny’s collarbone, nibbled at her ear, pressed Ginny closer to her, kneaded Ginny’s arse, until Ginny’s breaths had turned to low moans again.