WS Comment Fic Fest Anybody?

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It's been terribly slow here, so I thought maybe I could interest some writers/readers out there in a comment fic fest.

Rules/Details:
Post prompts as replies here for stories/fics that could feature watersports. Include any of the following: fandom, pairing, rating, situation. Post as many prompts as you like--with ONE prompt per post. If you see a prompt that inspires you, write for it and post it as a reply to the prompt. You can prompt without writing and write without prompting. You can post as many fills as you like. No pressure, just fun. Make sure anything you prompt/fill adheres to the guidelines of the community (no real person slash, no underage characters, no pimping, no photographs, etc.).

Prompt examples:
*Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, any rating. At the beginning of their relationship Draco uses magic to trick Harry into some pissplay with him. Then he realizes Harry knew about the trick all along and allowed it to happen because he shares the same kink.
*Any characters, any fandom. One character has a condition where he has to go to the bathroom a whole lot. He apologizes for it repeatedly, but the other character is not complaining *G*

FAQ:
*Can I write a fic for a prompt that's already been filled? Absolutely!
*Do I have to claim a prompt in order to write it? Nope. Write whatever you like whenever you like.
*Can I post my piece elsewhere? Of course, it's yours. Do what you like with it.
*Can I post it elsewhere and just link to it here? Sure, as long as the place you're linking to isn't friends-locked.
*Can I fill my own prompt? Go right ahead.

Master List of Fills:
Supernatural, Sam/Dean (I gather from the guidelines that Wincest is okay, as long as they're of age), Sam is having nightmares about Hell, wets the bed. Sleeps with Dean for comfort, wets the bed while sharing, Dean is more than fine with it, provides sexy comfort.
FILL: The Nightmare (Supernaural, Sam/Dean) by katekintail

Any characters, any fandom. A male character is stuck alone somewhere and really, truly, badly needs a wee. He describes in great detail everything he's feeling to someone on the phone. Maybe he's just complaining and wants the other person to know how inconvenient this is... or maybe this is just their shared kink. Either way, lots of details.
FILL: Between Doors (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Wesley/Giles) by justwolf

Remus/Severus, Harry Potter, R or higher. Two characters both desperately need to piss, but neither one wants to admit it out loud. So they try to push the other as far as they can in hopes that the other breaks first. This leads to trying to have sex while having extremely full and sensitive bladders. It's pretty obvious that the first one who comes will be the first one to have an accident. And so they start pushing each other sexually as well... kissing and touching and stroking in just the right places to drive the other crazy with desire.
FILL: Methods of Restraint (Harry Potter, Remus/Severus) by scatteredscript

Harry Potter, Het or Slash, one character (male or female....) secretly like to play with desperation but didnt have the courage to go all the way yet. When they finally do someone catches them. (I'd love if it was Snape) and decide to get in on the fun (maybe set tasks for them, D/S is totally okay with me, has them push their limits in class/public)
FILL: Games Wizards Play (Harry Potter, Severus/Remus) by katekintail

Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel fandom, Spike/Angel(us). Despite Angel(us) telling him lots of times to go and have a pee, Spike refuses to do so. They're going to be away from any toilets for several hours, and Spike gradually realises he really, really needs to pee. He tries not to let Angel(us) know at first, but eventually it becomes obvious. Angel(us) is cross with him, but also very tolerant, and tried to help his boy not have an accident. However, Spike eventually does wet himself. I'd like Angel(us) to be comforting, but also aroused. A D/s vibe would be great. For this fic, we can decide that vampires pee like normal humans, whether or not that makes biological sense!
FILL: Accidents (Angel the Series, Angel/Spike) by katekintail
FILL: Fetish and Loathing on the Way to Vienna (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angelus/Spike) by katekintail

Harry Potter, femslash or solo including Ginny would be epic. Any rating. Ginny secretly enjoys wetting herself on purpose underneath her skirt in public settings.
FILL: Wet Feet (Harry Potter, Ginny/Hermione) by justwolf

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Part 2

She made sure her skirt was out of the way, and sat in the grass and relaxed. It was hard to relax when she needed to go so badly, and hard to convince herself that she could let go, here, inside her kickers, but gradually her muscles understood, and let go.

It felt really good. It felt unexpectedly good, the wet heat against her crotch, the softness and dampness of the cotton against her skin, the pee pooling in the grass under her bum. It felt wonderful to let it all go, and it felt so wrong to let it go right here, and that felt so good. She sighed, and smiled, and look at the blue sky, and the boys on broomsticks, and felt herself relax.

She was worried someone would see, but when she went and sat next to Hermione again, she made sure to arrange so her skirt wasn't against the wet part of her knickers, and her knickers had dried off by the time they set off for home. She didn't think anyone would notice anything.

At home, she got into the shower in her knickers and masturbated through the cotton, slick cloth rubbing deliciously against her labia. She knew she would do this again.

*

She didn't do it again at once, but found her mind was drawn back to it often, and that even the idea of doing it aroused her. Several weeks slipped by, and they were back at Hogwarts before she did it. One fine, bright morning at the end of September, she got dressed in a skirt, and went out by herself into the grounds. She drank a hot chocolate to keep warm, and then some water, and then some coffee. The liquid sloshed around inside her, and the feeling of pressure came quickly.

At first, she walked by the lake, but it was mostly deserted, and that didn't feel quite naughty enough. She went over to the Quidditch pitch instead. The need grew considerably on the way there, and she felt delightfully squirmy. Some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were engaged in a friendly game against one another, and, while the stands were by no means full, there were a reasonable number of students sitting there.

Ginny went and sat by herself, pressed back onto the bench. It was metal, and very cold against her thighs, which made the urgency much worse. She wondered if she could possibly bring herself to do this. But no one was looking at her, and she was made bold by her previous experience. She made sure her skirt wasn't under her bottom, and rested her chin on one hand, watching the Ravenclaw seeker swerve upwards.

Like last time, it was hard to begin, but gradually as she relaxed and told herself it was OK to do this, it became easier, and she began to pee. This time, the heat of the urine against her skin was much more intense, and it almost startled her. The pee spilled out of her, pooling on the bench around her thighs, hot and slightly sticky. She was much more aware of the quantity of the liquid this time because it wasn't vanishing into grass, and she was dreadfully afraid that someone might see the puddle. She perhaps didn't empty her bladder completely, but she relieved the pressure. Her face was hot and flushed, and she felt both aroused and ashamed.

She left as quickly as she could, pleased to note the puddle wasn't terribly visible. Her vulva pressed into the wet heat of her knickers, and she ducked into the girls' changing room to masturbate.

After that, she didn't do it all the time, but she certainly kept doing it. It was both easy and a bit daring and terribly compelling and arousing. She did it in Hogsmeade, on a low stone wall just outside of the village. She did upstairs in the Owlery, among the hooting birds, aware that someone could walk in at any moment.

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Part 3

She did it discreetly, and she tried to do it in places where, if she were found, she could lay the blame on someone or something else. She thought she was careful. Then she and Hermione were on a carriage ride together, as part of a seventh year herbology trip. Ginny drank quite a lot in the morning, sure that she could find a quiet spot to wet herself when they were on the trip. There would be plenty of places outdoors.

Unluckily for her, the trip in the carriage was much longer than she anticipated, and the pressure in her bladder was more intense than she was used to dealing with. She found she couldn't chat normally with Hermione, and before she knew it she was wriggling and squirming uncomfortably, trying not to show the other girl how desperate she was.

“Do you think we could stop for a bit?” she said to Hermione at last, biting her lower lip.

Hermione looked at her. It was a calculating look, which Ginny had seen many times before, and usually meant Hermione was going to come up with a good idea. It was a look Ginny found slightly arousing. Hermione said, “I'm sure we could, but wouldn't you rather just go in your knickers like usual?”

Ginny was so startled she couldn't even protest. She felt herself flushing to the roots of her hair. “Oh, no, Hermione,” she said. “Oh no. And I thought I was so discrete.”

Hermione placed a comforting hand on Ginny's arm. “You were,” she said. “I'm sure no one else noticed. I may have been looking for it.”

This was an interesting development, but Ginny squeezed Hermione's fingers tightly in her hand, almost unable to control her feeling of desperation. “I really need a wee,” she told Hermione.

“Go on then,” Hermione said. “This floor is wooden—it'll dry. You don't mind going here, do you?”

Ginny bit her lip. She hadn't let go of Hermione's hand. “Do you mind seeing me?”

Hermione smiled. “Not at all,” she said.

Ginny pulled her skirt up so it wouldn't get wet. She was glad the weather was getting warmer again and she could wear a skirt without tights. She slid to the edge of the seat. She'd thought it might be difficult to let go with Hermione right here, but over the past few months she'd trained her bladder to let go in most circumstances, and holding it in the was the problem.

She found herself whimpering slightly as she let go. The piss soaked into the cotton and then flowed through, spattering onto the wooden floor.

“I didn't realise you went straight through you knickers,” Hermione said.

“Oh.” Ginny felt humiliated. “Do you think I'm disgusting?”

Ginny realised Hermione was squeezing her hand right back. Hermione put her other hand on Ginny's upper arm, her face to close to Ginny's. Her breath was warm on Ginny's cheek, and she said softly, “No. No, Ginny, don't worry about that. I feel quite the opposite, actually.”

Ginny felt the stream trail off. Her knickers were wet and hot against her vulva. She turned to face Hermione. Hermione's nose almost brushed her cheek. Hermione's lips were parted, and wet, and her pupils were large. Her colouring was high, spots of red on her cheeks.

Ginny wanted to kiss her more than she ever had before. Hermione's hands felt incredibly warm on her skin, and Ginny felt exposed and vulnerable, but also aroused.

Hermione spoke, her voice soft and hesitant. She said, “You're beautiful like this.”

“N-no,” Ginny murmured. “No, it's you. You're beautiful...”

She leant forward. Hermione had forgiven her for pissing through her knickers in a carriage—Hermione would forgive her for kissing her, too, if she didn't want it. Her lips brushed against Hermione's own, and Hermione responded with enthusiasm, the tip of her tongue against Ginny's lip.

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Part 4/4

Ginny, delighted and relieved, wrapped her arms around Hermione's torso, feeling its warmth. Hermione was trembling slightly, and her hand ran down Ginny's sides, and against her thighs.

“It's very forward...” Hermione murmured against Ginny's lips. “But I want to know what you feel like after... after you wee. I've been wanting to know for months.”

“Touch me,” Ginny said, breathless, and she felt Hermione's fingers, uncertain, large, unlike her own but entirely welcome, touching her vulva through her wet knickers. The carriage jolted, and Hermione's fingers dug into Ginny's crotch, and Ginny bucked against them, desperate for the pressure against her cunt.

The carriage turned sharply, and they were pressed against one another, and Ginny hid her face in Hermione's neck, Hermione's soft hair in her face, smelling coconut and musky potions ingredients. She pressed herself hard into Hermione's fingers, feeling unbearably aroused, her vulva wet and incredibly sensitive. She found she was murmuring into Hermione's skin, incoherent and desperare.

Hermione's fingers were steady and clever, and Ginny rocked against them, arms tight around Hermione's torso. She felt the carriage slow and bucked faster against the fingers, wet knickers twisted into her labia, the steady fingers sliding against her clitoris. When she came, she was gasping, desperate, urgent and undone. She was a keening, incoherent version of herself, desperate for Hermione.

Hermione held her, and kissed her, and then pulled away. Hermione was flushed and smiling, but remained composed. She said, “You look incredible. But a mess.”

“Oh, bloody hell,” Ginny said. “We've stopped, haven't we?”

“Yes,” Hermione said, and picked up her wand. She whispered a cleaning spell, and Ginny suddenly felt less damp, less sweaty, but she was still trembling, and a feeling of delight and relief still coursed through her.

“I don't want to get out,” Ginny said. “I want to stay here with you.” She took Hermione's hands in her own, pressing as close to her as she could. “I want you. I want to kneel between your legs, on this wet floor. I want to lick you, suck you.”

Hermione sighed and pressed the back of her hand to her lips. “God, Ginny,” she said. “I'm barely keeping myself together as it is.” She glanced at the door. “This is an important trip.”

Ginny had never felt less like thinking about plants. She said, “Later, though?”

“Yes,” Hermione said. “Yes, yes of course. I can't wait.”

She left the carriage first, and Ginny sat there for a moment, shoes still in the puddle of piss. She could have spelled it away, but she didn't. She tried to straighten her hair. She could only think about Hermione's hand on her, and the smell of Hermione's neck.

It was warm in the forest, and smelt of fresh, green plants. Ginny stood next to Hermione in the long grass. She didn't hold Hermione's hand, but she let her wrist fall against Hermione's arm, and Hermione didn't pull away.

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Have I really not responded to this yet? Or did I, but the response was moved cause I responded in the wrong place? I'm new to comment fests, so I'm not exactly sure what's, like, kosher and what isn't.

I loved this fill! You totally captured what I was looking for. I kinda wish Hermione had been a little bit squicked at first, but her acceptance made for a much more romantic conclusion, so I'm fine with how you handled it.

Hermione/Ginny is soooo sweet, and I'm glad you were able to portray the purity of the ship. I imagine Ginny to have a seriously deviant streak to her sexuality, but I love Hermione's innocent hesitancy, her "uncertain" fingers, as you put it so well.

*Le sighhh* Beautiful. Thanks for writing. :)