THE H/D KINKMEME

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 This is an ANONYMOUS kink meme. Feel free to fill kinks un-anonymously, but generally, this is anon.

- kink means kink! Let's keep the ratings at R and above. ;D
- IP logging is off, anon is on.
- ONE request per comment.
- for simplicity's sake, put a summary of your request in the title field (request: threesome, bondage, delayed gratification would work perfectly), more details can be provided in the comment.
- post as many comments as you want.
- even if a request has been filled, it doesn't mean it can't be filled twice! thrice! 
- please keep all characters 17+ of age. See this post for our under-age policy.
- Harry and Draco are allowed to have playmates (threesomes! orgies! Anything goes!) but please keep them as the main pairing in your fills.
- keep it civil! offensive, flaming and rude comments will be deleted.

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Comments

Object insertion

[(Anonymous)]

Object insertion, consensual; bottom!Draco preferred

Fill: Object insertion

[(Anonymous)]

It was a pretty thing, practically a work of art - pale pink, curvy, sensual. Feminine, even. Not too big - but solid, with a nice heft. Draco would definitely feel it, all day long, but he'd still be able to sit and move comfortably. Or relatively comfortably, anyway.

Harry smiled as he slid his fingers over the cool glass plug, then lifted it from its satin-lined box.

"'Mmmsleep," said Draco, drowsily, when Harry pressed the narrow tip of the plug to those plump pink lips - just a shade lighter than the plug itself, which was why the plug had caught Harry's eye in the first place. He followed when Draco tried to turn his head away, and gave a slight nudge with the plug. Draco grimaced and obediently kissed the tip of the plug, then sucked the first inch or so into his mouth.

"Mmmf," Draco said when his teeth clacked against the glass. He cracked one eye open, giving Harry a baleful glare.

"Yes, this one," Harry said firmly. He ignored the put-upon sigh he received in response.

He slid the plug out of Draco's mouth, uncapped the bottle of slick, and poured a generous amount into his palm.

"Over," Harry said. Draco groaned and rolled onto his stomach, hugging his pillow and pressing his face to it as though wishing he could burrow inside its softness. He pushed himself up onto his knees, presenting his pert arse, though not without another wordless, muffled grumble.

"Quiet, you," Harry said, giving Draco's arse a light slap with his slick-free hand. Draco lifted his head and cast another glare over his shoulder, his lips pursing in a sleepy pout. Harry ignored that too. He rubbed his palm over the reddening handprint, giving it a moment's pleased contemplation, before he remembered his original goal.

Harry slid two fingers into Draco's hole with a soft squelch. He was nice and loose from their morning fuck, but they'd used cleansing spells after, so Harry took the time to get him good and wet all over again. Draco squirmed, pushing back a little against Harry's fingers, but by the way he clutched at his pillow, he was too exhausted for another round. That was all right, though - Harry couldn't afford to be late to work again, not so soon after the last time.

He drizzled a generous amount of lube over the shining length of the glass plug, then slid the narrow tip into Draco's hole. It went in easily, so smooth and slick. Harry admired the way Draco's pink rim stretched around the widest part of the plug before closing over the narrow neck. The shape of it was perfect, designed to help keep it secure over a longer period of time. The wide, flat base rested lightly against Draco's cheeks.

"But I'm s'posed to have lunch with Pansy today," Draco whined into his pillow. "And she'll know. She always knows."

"Your point?" Harry said with a grin. He couldn't resist leaning down to bite those plump cheeks, once on either side of the pretty pink glass plug.

Draco squirmed and rolled away, onto his back. He moaned as the movement jostled the plug, pressing it deeper inside him.

"You're a cruel man, Harry," Draco muttered.

"I know." Harry crawled up the length of Draco's body until he could press a kiss to Draco's lips, lingering when that lovely mouth opened so willingly beneath his. He licked at Draco's lips, then reluctantly pulled away. "But you love me," he said as he slid out of the bed.

Draco snorted softly. "You're lucky I do," he groused. But his voice was fond, and his lips curved in a sweet smile as he nestled into the mound of pillows.

"Don't I know it," Harry murmured. He gave his lover one last, lingering glance before heading to the shower.

Hate!sex

[(Anonymous)]

Hate!sex, dub-con

Fantasy rape

[(Anonymous)]

Rape fantasy, the rougher the better; bottom!Draco preferred; bonus for fluff after

Threesome

[(Anonymous)]

Draco has known since the start of his relationship with Harry that Severus also harbours feelings for Harry, and maybe even Draco himself. Draco decides that now is the time to invite Severus into their relationship.

If you wish to incorporate any kinks in this, go right ahead! No preference for top/bottom, though I adore a Harry sandwich.

Kink: Sex show

[(Anonymous)]

Harry & Draco perform in club, playing off their light/dark coloring they get the audience involved and everyone leaves satisfied. I have in mind that they jointly suck off a patron onstage while teasing each other to orgasm, but anything you want, really. They are doing this for fun and kinks, not for money.

Exhibitionist kink

[(Anonymous)]

Draco has an exhibitionist kink, and Harry works to find new and creative ways to satisfy it.

spanking repeated

[(Anonymous)]

One of the boys has a craving to be spanked, and the other keeps it up daily until the one with the craving finally cries "uncle".

KINK: Submission Butt Tail plug

[(Anonymous)]

Harry is paraded around collared, leashed and with a tail butt plug. I have in mind a devil or pig tail, but go town if another plug type inspires you (bunny tail perhaps?).

I would have no objection at all to seeing Draco as the submissive one instead.

No severe pain or torture, and no gags. Humiliation is ok, but it's sweeter if the submissive consents and gets off on it.

beastiality

[(Anonymous)]

Either boy as an animal or one with a real animal while the other watches.

kink - fingering

[(Anonymous)]

Fingering, possibly to squirming, mindless orgasm. Bonus points for first time.

Optional scenario - hogwarts era, behind the bed curtains. But whatever inspires you, don't hesitate to indulge it and me.

Re: kink - fingering

[(Anonymous)]

The soft red shhhh of the bed curtains makes his heart vault hard, and he gasps, sits upright so quickly it swirls his vision. Finds only a breeze edging the cloth, not what he's waiting for. Swallowing hard against the disappointment, he slips back down to the warm pillow, shifting his leg in an attempt at comfort. It fails. Ron's soft snore sings a quiet duet with his indecipherable mutterings and he tosses, stares at the curtains in the dim. Reaches. Down.

He's been hard since he slipped into his pajamas, the cool caress of the cloth reminding him of Draco's sleek fingers, dragging so slowly, so softly the night before. The way his thumb traced the bloom of wet against the fabric, the way- Oh.

He should wait. He should. Draco will be here any moment. Any moment, the bed curtains are going to part, the snowy head appearing like a sudden moon in darkness. And then the rest of him, sliding up onto Harry's bed. Sliding up onto. Harry.

Last night was the first time they'd gone further than snogging, and the feel of Draco's slight frame on top of him had almost been enough to make him come. When he'd opened his mouth with an insistent tongue, Harry had shoved upward with a sound drowned against the curling lips, and Draco had reached. Down. Stroked his fingers against his swollen prick, and then. Oh.

Reached inside. The hand was chilly against his warm flesh, and he'd made a sound in surprise, something strange and funny, a laugh that was a gasp, a gasp that was a laugh. Something that wasn't funny as Draco began to stroke. Oh god. Draco.

Yes?

Eyes sprung in panic, he almost doesn't cage the blurt of shock, and Draco helps. With his hand. He's always so helpful with his hand. Cool against his warm lips. Tiny flare of laughter in both their eyes as Harry recovers. Replacing the silencing hand with his lips, he slides. Oh. He slides. Under the blanket, onto him like a soft wave, fingers into his hair, tongue into the wetness of his mouth. The haze soaks his through, and it's only a sudden louder syllable - "breggle"? - rising out of Ron's unconscious sonata that shakes him back to reality. The- he tries, and only gets a rough plunder of his mouth for his effort. Nudging at the bony shoulder, he manages the rest. Privacy. Charm.

The quiet rustling of shift and charm and bed curtain flutter is followed by more, white skin emerging from shucked clothes with a sound that he swears is a sigh. Blush creeps up his neck, which is barmy, since he's not the one naked in the suddenly weighty quiet. Maybe he should be. But it's awkward, he doesn't know how to get out of his pajamas with that alluring shhhh sound Draco managed, and he bites his lip, wants to run away. Until Draco slides.

Into the warmth of his neck, fingers into his buttons, lips onto his wild pulse punching in the column of his throat. I. He doesn't even feel the slim white fingers moving, only knows he's bare because the chilly air laps his skin suddenly. The slide of the hand across his chest opens his mouth with a moan. A language Draco understands apparently, because he's moving. He's.

Sliding. Onto his bare skin. Against his jaw, his ear. Spoon of tongue in the bowl of his clavicle. I. He reaches for whatever he can get in the heavy bliss of it, lands a hand on bony hip, and it's Draco's turn for a word that isn't a word at all, mouthed against his skin. It's a small movement, a quiet shift. They're slipping now, and he wants. Wants. Doesn't know what, just that he does. Reaches. Down.

[(Anonymous)]

established relationship H/D and Hermione/Ron. The two couples often have dinner together. One night, they drink a few bottles of wine and someone starts a game of truth or dare. The more pairings/threesomes/foursomes the better, slash and het. First time het for one of the boys is a plus.

Dub-con that turns into con

[(Anonymous)]

Draco wants Harry and forces him/convinces him to have sex with him. Harry enjoys it despite himself. Preferred top!Draco for this one.
Not necessary, but a nice bonus:
-they're still in school and meet at night
-semi-public place (eg. unused corridor/classroom)
-someone walks by but doesn't notice them

Bet

[(Anonymous)]

Harry and Draco make a bet of some kind. Harry loses and is punished by Draco in front of his friends (or the other way around). They both like it and continue when their friends leave.

Re: Bet

[(Anonymous)]

maybe dysonrules will just continue "Punishment" for us?

Sex club, wall!sex

[(Anonymous)]

Harry and Draco meet in a sex club and propose the same guy. They resolve the issue by having a threesome, but soon realize they really want each other and somehow get rid of the other guy to have their fun -> wall!sex

Parseltongue

[(Anonymous)]

Harry knows Draco is extremely turned on by Parseltongue. He uses that to his advantage without actually caring very much for Draco (at first!), which leads to a lot of embarassing situations for Draco.
After a while Harry realizes he's not exactly unaffected.

Re: Parseltongue

[(Anonymous)]

<3 this prompt.

Wanking

[(Anonymous)]

One of the boys catches the other one wanking and decides to help after watching for a while.

Re: Wanking

[(Anonymous)]

Harry is always cautious when it’s too quiet when he gets home. Usually, Draco has some kind of music playing, or he can hear the shower or bath running, or Draco at the very least comes out to greet him before returning to his work. It’s not that Harry would call himself paranoid, it’s just that… No, actually, he probably would call himself paranoid. He can’t help it, considering the first seventeen years of his life, plus the fact that being an Auror also means that one does develop a certain level of paranoia over the years.

And it’s too quiet right now. He draws his wand and silently climbs the stairs, taking them two at a time as he goes. Their bedroom door is ajar and he can hear soft breathing and a rustle of the bedclothes coming from inside the room. He lets out a sigh of relief – Draco is obviously home and he’s safe and Harry peeks inside.

Draco is spread out on the bed, his fist wrapped around his hard and leaking cock, eyes closed, his lower lip worried between his teeth. His right hand moves lazily over his shaft while the other rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He moans quietly and mutters to himself, pinching his nipple and arching into his own touch.

It takes Harry a few moments to remember how to breathe as he watches. It’s not that he’s never seen Draco wank before, but it’s never been like this before. Usually, he’s too busy trying to be coy or he’s self-conscious, but right now, there’s none of that now. He’s just lost in his own touch, the feel of his own hand and fingers. He trails the very tips of his fingers from his chest down between his leg and cups his balls in his hand, rolling them around while his right hand continues at its slow, steady pace. Harry can feel himself harden as he watches this, watches Draco lose himself, mutter to himself and he pinches the flushed tip of his cock, eyes squeezing shut and he breathes, “ah” and Harry can’t help it – he reaches down to palm himself through his trousers and closes his eyes.

“Are you just going to stand there watching or are you going to bother helping me at all?”

Harry nearly topples over in shock, eyes opening to see Draco staring at him. Both of Draco’s hands are still between his legs, still stroking and cupping himself. He looks amused. “Come on, then,” he says, tossing Harry the bottle of lube. Harry catches it, dumbfounded and Draco lays back on the pillows and spreads his legs a little more. “I’ve already prepared myself,” he says, voice low and husky and when Harry walks closer, he can see Draco’s hole is shiny and pink and that sends a shock straight to Harry’s cock and he pulls Draco into a deep kiss as he opens the bottle and coats his fingers with the lube, pressing two into his entrance. He immediately finds Draco’s prostate and he rubs it without mercy and Draco cries out and squirms and Harry can tell he’s close, he’s so close so he doesn’t waste any more time coating himself and pushing inside Draco’s entrance and he’s so hot, he’s so tight that it makes Harry’s head spin a little.

He rebalances himself and Draco pulls his knees to his chest, draping them over Harry’s shoulders and it only takes a few quick snaps of Harry’s hips to bring him off and he’s crying out and coming in hot spurts all over himself and Harry follows just as fast, emptying himself into Draco before collapsing on top of him.

(He stays inside, even when his cock starts to soften.)

Orgasm Tease and Denial

[(Anonymous)]

Orgasm tease and denial - Draco is not allowed to achieve orgasm. Established D/s relationship.

Long-term Orgasm Denial

[(Anonymous)]

Long-term Orgasm Denial via use of a chastity belt or magical means. Draco is the one denied. Humiliation and/or an emotionally distraught Draco would be a lovely bonus, especially if he's THISCLOSE to using his safeword.

Forgetting The Spell Pt 1

[(Anonymous)]

Forgetting The Spell

It was somewhere around their six months as a couple, when they realized they could trust each other enough to talk about their kinks. Boy did they have kinks... Harry liked to play dominant to Draco’s submissive, for one. It seemed odd, especially Draco being submissive when he hated being (falsely-ish) accused of crimes during the war and being a death-eater and whatnot. He absolutely loathed being told what to do, how to be and act, unless it was Harry telling him.

They knew they couldn’t do the usual D/s-thing, at least not 24/7, but they really liked to play sometimes. Oftentimes. Some days, after he came to their home from his crappy job in the ministry, Draco wanted only oblivion. More of the mindless, safe, fulfilling servitude he could find only when he knelt by Harry’s chair, naked as the day he was born, waiting for his Master’s commands.

Before they’d go to bed, his Master would first take his own pleasure and then give some to Draco, if he’d been good. Sometimes Draco misbehaved on purpose, sometimes accidentally, but they both soon understood that Draco’s biggest kink was denial.

Being someone who was used to getting his way didn’t go so well with denial. That turned it all into a massive kink. He would beg, whine, try to bribe his Master, who would just smile and look at Draco over his stupid, rectangular adult-specs and say “Be a good boy now, Draco. You’ll get off when I give you permission and not before.”

Stubbornness was the only thing keeping Draco from coming without permission. When Harry, former auror and now a trainer for the future aurors, gave him an order, he obeyed. If Harry came home to check on him during Draco’s day off, it was not because he suspected Draco was trying to relieve the tension his strange Muggle torture-device would caused the blond.

It was because he had a moment to come home to his partner and spend a little time with him during the day. Because no matter what they did in bed (or on the kitchen counter or in the garden, library, on the couch, in front of the fireplace...) they were always loving partners to each other, and that was what made all the experimenting so good and safe. There were safe words, for both of them, because sometimes Harry needed them to be able to reason stopping what he was doing, and sometimes Draco would need Harry to stop. They both felt loved. And for love, you did a lot of things.

On their third year together, Draco got a funny Christmas-present from Hermione. They were all friends now, and after she stepped into their living room one time, just to see naked Draco sitting in the corner, while Harry was reading his paper on the couch on the other side of the room, she had began to tease the blond mercilessly. Not in a malicious way, mind you, but in a friendly way.

The present... It might have the best and the worst present he had ever gotten. It was an ancient spell book. Sex spells. Highly unorthodox spells, none of them were dark but damn close to it, and none of them were to be tried alone.

Needless to say, Harry was interested in trying them all out.

They started from page one and went on from there. There were 225 pages on the book, and at the end of February they had tried them all. Their relationship, and their sex life, had never been better.

But when they got to the end of the book one night in late February, they found The Spell. It was a modified spell that had been used for sex offenders in the dark days of magic. It took away the ability to reach orgasm, even though it didn’t take away arousal.

At first they tried it instead of the chastity belt that chafed, or so Draco insisted. Harry would perform the spell, Draco would feel the weird feeling of what was almost like an internal, magical cock ring that was too tight for comfort.

Hypersexuality

[(Anonymous)]

Draco is hypersexual with very little self-control. Dom!Harry keeps him from getting hurt, makes sure Draco's needs are safely met. Various friends of Harry's are recruited to help him keep Draco sexually satisfied. Can be 8th year or later. EWE.

Chubby Kink/WG/ Food smut

[(Anonymous)]

After the war, Harry realizes his deep love for food and finds comfort in all the indulges he missed out with living with the Dursleys. He remains slim because of his vigorous Auror training, but once he drops out of Auror training he starts to gain weight and his bf Draco can't help but be turned on by it and tries to discretely get Harry to gain weight.

Lots of foodsmut and sex would be awesome.

kink: Violence/fighting/dominance

[(Anonymous)]

I'd love a really hot sex scene where Harry and Draco are both Aurors and are practicing sparring together, but it quickly gets out of hand and they come to blows with each other and eventually even rip and tear their clothes off. In between punches eventually they keep struggling for control and alternate whose topping and bottoming until someone wins.

I think this would be really hot.

Re: kink: Violence/fighting/dominance

[(Anonymous)]

I think so, too! Do want!

Somnophilia

[(Anonymous)]

Draco's a deep sleeper, and Harry loves to take advantage.

Fill!

[(Anonymous)]

Harry was used to sleepless nights. He generally preferred them over the nights shattered with nightmares, cold sweat and a throbbing forehead.

That was, however, until Draco began to share his bed. Sleeplessness was one thing, but insomnia mixed with arousal for the body asleep next to you was another.

Harry stared at the beam of moonlight across the ceiling and let his breathing fall into time with Draco's, deep and heavy, hoping to lull himself to sleep. Closing his eyes only conjured up memories of sex with Draco earlier that evening, which didn’t help his problem in the slightest. Counting sheep (or any other form of farm animal, for that matter) had never worked for Harry. He supposed someone with as much stress in their life as he had experienced was immune to such amateur remedies.

The air that summer night was dense and humid. Draco had insisted on leaving the window open, despite the fact that it almost guaranteed a wasp or two buzzing around their heads in the morning. There was no breeze to flutter the curtains or to soothe Harry's skin, and he kicked the sheets off his legs. He would have removed his boxers, but it would have only made him even more aware of his half hard cock.

He threw his head restlessly to the side, feeling a drop of sweat trickle from the nape of his neck to his shoulder blade. He stared at Draco's profile, the usually harsh lines softened by sleep, and let his gaze glide from the curve of his colourless eyelashes to the flesh of his lower lip, slightly parted and wet.

Harry licked his own lips and reached out a hand. He let it hover over Draco's chest as it rose and fell, before letting his fingertips gently brush his collarbone. His skin was damp and smooth, stretched thinly across the sharp bone.

Harry flicked his gaze between Draco's face, watching for signs of response, and his fingers, as they trailed down Draco's sternum to circle an erect nipple. Even without his glasses Harry could still make out the small indents on either side of it. Teeth marks - his teeth marks - pressed into Draco’s skin as Draco had sobbed and clawed at Harry’s back for more.

Harry let out a shaken breath at the memory, feeling his cock swell. He didn't have to glance down to know that his boxers were tented.

Draco's head shifted against the pillow and Harry jerked his hand back, waiting. A small crease appeared between Draco's eyebrows before smoothing out again and Harry wondered what he was dreaming about.

Draco had managed to fall asleep before the intense, gasping heat of the night had set in, and the sheets were still bunched around his waist, clinging to his thighs. One long, arched foot emerged at the edge of the bed, the toes curling against the mattress. Harry wondered if Draco was dreaming about him.

Daddy!Kink

[(Anonymous)]

Basically, Draco dresses up as Daddy's Little Girl and whom Daddy Harry just can't get enough of. More preferable if Draco acts all innocent and Harry, well perverted. :)

--An excellent example (for reference) would be kitty_fic 's "A Treat For Daddy"

Request: Double-ended Dildo

[(Anonymous)]

Harry and Draco both love to bottom. After yet another argument over who gets to have who's cock up their arse, one of them comes home with a double-ended dildo and makes them both happy and satisfied.

Culture clash

[(Anonymous)]

Harry is surprised by a Wizarding custom that Draco wants to abide by.