| Greetings and welcome to
Birthday Card Comment Kink!
Our members have made birthday wishes for smutty little ficlets and sketches that would make their birthday very happy indeed. Now everyone has the opportunity to fulfill those wishes -- in the form of comment pr0n!
The birthday card is now open and awaiting your signature! It will remain open until the end of April.
Please read the information and instructions before you sign our birthday card:
• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art). The maximum for fic is what fits into a single comment box.
• Since fills will 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 kinky birthday cards as possible, there is 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 (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 may continue to appear, so do check back!
• 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 celebrating! ;D
Got all that? Okay, good! Now...
RACY RACERS, START YOUR EROTIC ENGINES! |
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What Ron really wanted to do with Tonks was shag her. Desperately. She wasn't the prettiest woman he'd ever seen, or the cleverest. She was incredibly annoying with her funny noses and her vivid hair, but when he was all alone in his borrowed bedroom at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, lying in the dark with only his thoughts for company, Tonks was all he could think about. Her nose, when not being turned into a pig's snout or a hideous great House Elf's hooter, was rather cute, and her mouth...well, her lips just seemed to be made for kissing. Ron wanted to know what it would be like to kiss her hard on the lips, to feel his tongue thrashing against hers.
He didn't have a lot of experience with snogging — alright, if he was being honest with himself, he had absolutely none — but he'd caught his brothers at it with assorted girls often enough, and then there were the couples at school with no real discretion. Ron knew what snogging looked like, even if he had no idea of what it actually felt like. And he wanted to snog her.
Besides, who wouldn't want a woman who could change her entire appearance with just a little bit of concentration? She could make her tits bigger if she wanted — although her normal, everyday tits were rather perky and cute on their own. Ron had often noticed them beneath those ratty rock-n-roll t-shirts she tended to wear, usually without a bra. He had seen her nipples pushing against the thin fabric of those stupid shirts in the drafty old house, especially in the early days of the Order moving in, when the heating had been particularly dodgy.
Ron didn't have any experience with real tits either, but he'd seen them often enough in the magazines he'd purloined from Bill and Charlie, as well as the ones that Seamus and Dean had passed around in their dorm room at school. He wondered what it would be like to touch Tonks' incredible tits, to hold them in his hands and squeeze them and play with them for hours. He wanted to take those pert nipples into his mouth and suck on them long and hard, to lick and kiss and bite at them until she was begging him to stop.
Ron bet she could change her arse too — making it even fuller and rounder if she wanted to. However, he liked the way her faded jeans showed her bum off. He could hardly miss it, he noticed it often enough: when she tripped over that bloody troll leg umbrella stand and sprawled onto the foyer floor face down, or when she bent over some manky wooden box, digging through a pile of Black family heirlooms, or when she frequently danced about one of the rooms at Grimmauld Place, wiggling her arse blatantly while Wizard rock music blasted out of the wireless.
Ron longed to reach out and grab that amazing arse, to fondle it through the rough denim of her jeans, before peeling them down to expose her knickers and the tantalizing curves beneath. Did she wear cotton knickers or silk? Lace or something wispier like the girls in those dirty magazines? Sometime Ron imagined giving Tonks' bottom a smack. Not enough to hurt her, of course — only to feel the firm flesh pressed beneath his finger, just enough to give her a bit of sensation and to hear her gasp in surprise.