| 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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In the privacy of his borrowed bedroom, Ron would stick his hand down his pyjama bottoms, free his hard cock from the constraints of his pants, and start to stroke. Tonks would immediately spring to mind. He'd try to imagine doing things with other girls to bring himself off — Hermione, Lavender, Parvati, random girls at school, but whoever it was would always transform into Tonks: pink hair, dark eyes, incredible tits and arse, and all.
Sometimes she'd be wicked, teasing him and laugh at him for falling for her disguise. Other times she'd be demure and submissive, begging him to forgive her for winding him up. No matter what, it would always lead to sex. Hot, sweaty, mind-blowing sex. Sometimes she'd take his cock in her warm, wet mouth and suck him off nice and deep. Sometimes he'd fuck her in any number of positions; she was always tight and hot and soaking wet for him. Occasionally she'd even let him take her up the arse (although Ron still hadn't decided if he really had any interest in that). Tonks was always ready and willing for anything Ron had in mind.
No matter what the fantasy, it always ended the same, with Ron coming hard and fast, hot spurts of spunk splattering into the palm of his lotion slickened fist. He'd collapse against the mattress, panting and spent, but utterly sated. At least for a few minutes. Then he'd do a quick clean up with a wad of tissues, almost always recovered and was ready for a second round.
And a third.
And a fourth.
And every time Tonks would be there in his imagination, begging him for more, more, more.