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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Fills: 
- Post them as replies to replies to replies to the request comment. That means: If your fill is too long to fit into one comment and you must split them into two or more, then you should post the second comment as a reply to your first comment, like this, as opposed to this. By keeping the fills as replies to replies, we can bookmark the individual fill-threads. Thank you!
Multiple fills to the same request that aren't posted like this ARE A PAIN IN THE ASS to save on delicious because delicious only allows you to save a link ONCE. When you post your fills IN THE BAD WAY, we are forced to link to the request comment in order to get the entire fill saved, this means ALL THE COMMENTS to the request will be there, NOT JUST THE FILLS ALONE, so readers have to wade through piles of "I second this!" or author-op conversations or whatever else there would be, before they'd get to the fill. And the second one. And did we mention the difficulty in saving the fills on delicious? WE ARE BEGGING YOU, PLEASE ADHERE TO THIS RULE AND HELP US KEEP THINGS SIMPLE. Thank you.

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Comments

Consensual use of Imperius

[(Anonymous)]

Harry or Draco agrees to be Imperiused because they're more flexible/have more stamina/etc. that way. (eg. Neville can do unexpected gymnastics in GoF)

Request: Animagus Beastiality

[(Anonymous)]

Harry is an animagus and has sex with Draco while in his animal form.
Or vice versa. I'm not picky. Make Draco the animal if you want :D
No preference if the animal tops or bottoms.

Request: Watersports

[(Anonymous)]

Watersports of any variety please!

Re: Request: Watersports - FILL

[(Anonymous)]

"Are you going to let me waste this?"

Draco whimpered. "They'll smell it on me," he whined.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Maybe that's what I want."

The lights were low, it was still early morning but they were both in the habit of rising early for work. There were certain rituals, events, traditions that took up time, meaning what should only take an hour often took two. And it wouldn't do to be late.

Draco shifted from one foot to the other and pressed the heel of his hand against his softened cock, over the boxers he wore in lieu of pyjamas. Harry had sealed the lid of the toilet, meaning that other than the shower or the sink, there was nowhere else to go.

"Can I do it to you?" Draco whispered.

"What?" Harry demanded.

"I want to do it to you," he repeated.

"You filthy bastard," Harry said. His voice held a hint of amusement along with a heavy amount of disdain. "Say it."

"I can't," Draco whined, whimpering again at his need.

"If you really want it, you have to ask nicely."

Draco pushed his hand harder against himself. "I want to pee on you," he whispered, the words barely audible.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I want to piss on you!" he cried.

Harry's hand shot out and grabbed his chin, too hard, it hurt... Green eyes studied him for a moment... leaned in and kissed Draco hard, too hard, bruising his lips. Then he pushed Draco's face away.

"No fucking way. Get on your knees."

This was part of the ritual, the game. Draco was desperate to piss on Harry. Desperate for it. But at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder if his fantasy would live up to the reality. No, it would be best if they stuck to what they knew.

He sank to his knees.

Harry didn't even remove his underwear, instead he pulled his cock out through the flap of fabric at the front. Draco blinked at him, big eyes begging for what he wanted.

Licking his lips, Harry sighed as the first trickle of hot piss leaked from the end of his cock. Draco shuffled forward eagerly, making sure it landed on his chest and that not too much was spilled onto the floor. With Draco in place, Harry relaxed further and the stream intensified; with the pressure from his bladder and fingers directing his soft member, he sprayed down his partner, making sure plenty landed on his neck, chest, running down to the edge of Draco's boxers.

Harry raised his eyebrow - a silent question asking if Draco wanted it. Draco nodded. Harry redirected the stream, heavy this morning, dark yellow in colour, so that it hit Draco on the face. Cheeks first, then over dark pink lips, making sure not to catch him on the light eyelashes that fluttered closed in pleasure.

It was too much for Draco - the smell, the taste, the feel of itchy liquid running down his chest. He let go, soaking his boxers with his own release, hot urine running down his thighs to puddle on the dark green tiles. He licked his lips and groaned in pleasure at the slight salty taste that lingered there, moaned again as Harry finished and tucked himself back away.

Reaching down, Harry ruffled Draco's sleep-mussed hair. "Dirty boy," he whispered affectionately.

Request: Genderbender

[(Anonymous)]

Genderbender. One or both of the boys is turned into a girl and experiment. Bonus points if not established relationship. Extra bonus points if they decide they love each other no matter what gender they are.

Maybe strait!boy gets off with genderbender!boy then when he turns back to a boy again strait!boy decides what the hell and gets off with him again anyway.

request - strait boys are not so strait

[(Anonymous)]

Strait boys experimenting - find out they aren't as strait as they thought they were.

Or possibly being coerced (dubcon) but y'know this isn't as bad as they expected.

Watching

[(Anonymous)]

Draco likes watching Harry get fucked by another man before he sends the other man on his way. He then fucks Harry, just to prove he's better at shagging Harry because he knows what he wants.

request [ cockslut!Draco ]

[(Anonymous)]

Draco loves cock!

request: big cock / small cock

[(Anonymous)]

Any and all variations of this!

Where either of the boys has either an excessively large cock or an excessively small cock.

Not necessarily at the same time.

Request: (AU) Snape directing

[(Anonymous)]

AU 8th year where snape lives.

Snape is tired of H/D fighting so he assigns them both detention and coerces / directs them to have sex in order to resolve their differences. dub-con turns con.

Request: Threesome/Incest

[(Anonymous)]

H/D plus either Albus Severus or Scorpius!

snowballing / felching

[(Anonymous)]

snowballing or felching. either/or. both?

mpreg sex

[(Anonymous)]

mpreg sex. possibly mpreg/lactation kink

slavery

[(Anonymous)]

slave!fic
non con but ends up as dub con or consenual

Request: dubcon/noncon

[(Anonymous)]

Harry is captured by death eaters. Going to be raped.
Draco volunteers/insists on being the one to do it- in order to protect Harry from excessive violence. Starts as non con or dub con but then Harry finds that he enjoys it. He always was obsessed with Draco after all!

Re: Request: dubcon/noncon

[(Anonymous)]

Hmmm.. I think I might be on this 8)

failed Imperius

[(Anonymous)]

Draco puts Harry under the Imperius curse and he rapes him. Later Draco overhears that Harry can throw the curse off easily.

Re: failed Imperius

[(Anonymous)]

Check out imperio by Sara Holmes on fanfiction.net.

request: massage fic

[(Anonymous)]

massage-smut please! preferably in a non established relationship

Healer!Fic

[(Anonymous)]

innapropriate healer/patient relationship

Re: Healer!Fic

[(Anonymous)]

this has a lot of possibilities

Animagus/pet play

[(Anonymous)]

Harry's Animagus form is a black lab. He loves when Draco takes him for walks. Sometimes when they get home Harry stays in his dog form for a while, and sometimes he doesn't. But he is always Draco's pet. I would love any scenes of pet-play. Eating from a bowl on the floor, kennel time, outside as bathroom, muzzles, and mitts. Bonus points for Harry giving Draco a blow-job from inside his kennel.

Re: Animagus/pet play - FILL: Giving the Dog a Bone

[(Anonymous)]

Title: Giving the Dog a Bone

Everything is intensified. The sound of the rustling leaves is amplified and clear. The wisp of a slight breeze feels stronger and more encompassing. The musky, warm scent of autumn and the -

Squirrel!

Harry races off, legs bounding and muscles stretching in his Animagus form as he chases after the elusive and distracting creature. The leash in Draco's hand pulls at Harry's collar but Harry can't seem to make his mind care. His human mind is aware that he probably shouldn't be pulling his boyfriend through all the shrubbery and dirt, but his canine mind only has one objective.

Harry whines, his front paws scraping at the trunk of the tree as he looks up at his escaped foe. The squirrel had won again. Harry hangs his head and whines, high in his throat, with his tongue lolling to the side.

"Damn it, Mutt!" Draco doubles over next to Harry, his body heaving with great breaths of air. Harry's ears sink lower onto his head. "What have I told you about chasing those bloody squirrels?"

Harry lays down on his belly and flattens his head to the ground. He covers his nose with his two front paws and looks up at Draco with the saddest puppy eyes he can manage. He hopes it works.

Draco shakes his head. "You're not getting off that easy." He commands Harry to get up with a tug of the leash and they make their way back home.

When they are inside their kitchen, Harry sits on his hind legs and looks up at Draco. "Are you going to change back?" Draco asks expectantly. Harry shakes his head and tries his best to smile in dog form. If he changed back, there was a high chance he was sleeping on the sofa that night. Draco, for all his huffing and puffing, is a softie for animals though.

Draco shakes his head and Harry yips happily at the suppressed grin Draco is trying to hide. "Fine," he says, "if you insist on staying in dog form, then have it your way."

He takes a dog bowl from their cabinet and fills it with water before setting it on the floor. Harry laps from the bowl happily, still feeling that rush of winning against Draco that he had felt when they used to compete at Quidditch. "Last chance, Mutt," Draco warns and takes up Harry's leash. "Either change back, or you're going into the kennel."

Harry mentally rolls his eyes. He hasn't quite figured out how to do it in his Animagus form yet. The kennel wasn't that bad. Draco will put him in it an hour or two tops, but he will always let Harry out and back into bed. Compared to the whole night on the sofa, this was much better.

Harry settles into the large kennel and rolls onto his back. The life of a dog was sort of amazing. Upside down, he can see Draco sitting on the sofa across from him. Draco has his hand down his trousers, rubbing himself. Harry whines low in his throat.

Request: Blow job

[(Anonymous)]

Is that even a kink? I just want to see a really intense blow job. Bonus points for Harry on Draco, and for very emotional moment, maybe hurt/comfort or first time or orientation denial or claiming after separation or author's choice.

Fill!

[(Anonymous)]

Harry had been told 3am, but he was sat in the armchair by the fire at midnight, staring at the fireplace that remained stubbornly empty and dark. He sat twirling his wand, despite the fact that he knew it would be useless (that he would be useless) if anything had gone wrong.

2am came and went, and so did the contents of a bottle of Firewhiskey left over from Christmas which Harry had found in the pantry, no doubt hidden there by Draco because, according to him, Harry "couldn't fucking be trusted with it".

Staring at the empty bottle, Harry supposed he had been right.

Newspapers, both Muggle and Wizard, proved to be no fit distraction, as Harry only replaced the headlines with his worst nightmares ("Draco Malfoy - Ministry Auror - found dead during undercover mission").

He cursed Kingsley to hell and back. He cursed himself, cursed the entire operation and was half a second from Flooing Ron and Hermione, just to have a bit of damn comfort, before he realised that using the fireplace could block Draco from getting back home.

3am saw Harry on his feet, pacing the floor, and then pacing it again, his heart hammering. The television flickered in the corner on mute, showing a late night commercial for exercise equipment. Harry stared at it dumbly, trying to remember how he had argued Draco into allowing it, "a rubbish piece of Muggle tatt, Potter", into their flat.

Suddenly, there was a whoosh and Harry's head jerked up so fast he heard something crack.

Draco climbed out of the fireplace, covered in dust, in dirt, and God knew what else. His regulation robes and boots looked as though they had been clawed at by animals and a cloud of soot followed him out of the fireplace.

Harry went to him, his mind blank, not even able to process what he was seeing - he's alive - and grabbed him by the shoulders, ignoring the state Draco was in, the state that told him that something had gone badly wrong.

Draco looked at him through the dishevelled hair clinging to his face, his eyes dead above shadows so dark and blue they looked like bruises.

That was when Harry saw the blood.

"Draco - Draco what the fuck - ?" Harry reached out a hand to the deep gash across Draco's cheek, his fingers coming away wet. Draco caught his hand.

"It's fine, it could've been worse, trust me". His voice was hoarse, as though he had spent the last hour screaming at the top of his lungs. Harry stared into his face, not knowing what to ask first, but only now processing that he'd made it back, he was here, and damned if he was going back again, not if he could help it -

"Did everyone get out? The rest of the team?" he asked finally, the defeated look on Draco's face answering him before he had even finished asking.

Draco ran a hand through his hair - Harry spotted more blood, clumped on his knuckles - and shook his head.

"They knew we were coming, spotted us a mile away. There must have been a leak, they were bloody waiting for us -"

"Fuck" Harry muttered, his hand moving again to Draco's face, wincing as Draco hissed at the contact.

"I think it was Sectumsempra", Draco said, raising his eyes. For the first time Harry saw a flash of life there, a smirk playing around the edges of his lips.

"Didn't you tell those bastards that I'm the only person allowed to hit you with that one?" he said, hearing his voice shake over a laugh. He buried his hands in Draco's robes and pressed his face to Draco's uninjured cheekbone, breathing him in, still able to smell Draco's own scent beneath the filth, still able to feel the heat of his body under the layers of tattered robes.

"I was afraid to even think about you," Draco muttered, sliding a hand into Harry's hair, the blood from his fingers spreading, warm and sticky, across his temple. "I was afraid I'd think of not making it back here to you and that I'd bail on everyone - "

Harry grabbed Draco by the back of his neck and kissed him, feeling the tang of blood - more damn blood - from his split lip. Draco's breath left his chest as though it had been held there especially for this moment. It gushed out of him, leaving him shuddering in Harry's arms. His mouth opened under Harry's and his tongue, huge and thick and wet, slid into his mouth.

worship- any part of the body

[(Anonymous)]

doesn't matter which part- could be arse, or cock, or innocuous as the shell of his ear or his hands, or anything really. pref harry as the boy who worships but reverse is okay too. blind adoration. helplessness. love.

Re: worship- any part of the body

[(Anonymous)]

"Did you know", whispered Harry, his lips brushing Draco's skin, "that you make a little humming sound every time I kiss you – here?”

Harry pressed his lips to the underside of Draco's jaw, just above his Adam's apple. Right on cue, Harry felt Draco's throat vibrate as he hummed softly, the vibrations making Harry’s lips tingle.

He grinned and ran the pad of his thumb over the same spot, watching Draco's lips press together against the sound that wanted to escape them.

"No idea what you're talking about, Potter", Draco muttered, shutting his eyes against the sharp glare of the mid morning sun.

"Oh I think you do", said Harry. He let his fingertips trail over the curve of Draco's throat, pressing a little firmer when Draco arched his neck into the touch. Draco's throat, never anything but smooth as silk, was warm, the sun casting a bright glow on the already pale skin. He watched Draco's throat work under his fingers as he swallowed, the flesh rising and falling in a wave.

Harry pressed his face into Draco's shoulder and let the strands of his hair tickle along his forehead.

"God I love your neck", he said. He inhaled the scent of Draco's skin, felt himself go dizzy from it, and breathed out, his breath dampening the base of Draco's neck. Harry, though he didn’t dare admit it, loved the scent of the ridiculously expensive aftershaves Draco insisted on buying. He loved it especially when the scent was a day old and almost worn off, as it was now. By morning, the smell had always faded to mingle with Draco's own scent of clean skin and soap.

Draco's hand slid into Harry's hair and he sighed, the sound rumbling out of his chest beneath Harry's head.

"You're obsessed", said Draco through a yawn. He made a noise of frustration and shoved at Harry's shoulder.

"Go close the fucking curtains, will you? That sun is blinding me".

Harry had barely heard him. He had his fingers wrapped lightly around Draco's throat, watching the muscles twist and move as Draco spoke, feeling them press and release against the pads of his fingers.

"Later", said Harry. He felt in a daze. He let his hand slide from around Draco's neck and let it rest at the base, thumb absently stroking his collar bone. He ignored Draco's annoyed grunt and pressed his lips to his neck, right beneath his ear, nosing his hair out of the way.

The skin there was warmer, hot even, and obscenely smooth, untouched by stubble. Harry opened his mouth and let his tongue press against it, feeling the muscle give slightly. He pressed an open mouthed kiss there and sucked a little at the skin. Draco shifted beneath him, a huff of air escaping his lips.

"Harry", he whispered. His hand in Harry's hair tightened, nails scratching through the roots and a shiver ran down Harry's back.

"You like it, too", said Harry, trailing his lips down the side of Draco's neck, breathing him in.

Draco tilted his head back and Harry drank in the sight.

"Yes, well, it's not entirely horrible" he admitted, closing his eyes against the sunlight. He pressed a little against Harry's head and Harry smiled into his neck.

"It's fucking gorgeous", he told him. "It would look amazing in a Muggle suit, shirt collar and tie and all, if you'd just - "

"No", muttered Draco."I am not acquiescing to your little Muggle fetish, for the last time."

Harry rolled his eyes let his nails score lightly across his neck, watching the pink trails fade back into white again. Draco's head twitched on the pillow and Harry licked his lips, considering.

He had tried again and again to get Draco in any kind of neck wear. Scarves were all fine and good, but defeated the purpose when they covered everything from breastbone to ears, like Draco liked to wear them. Ties were a lost cause, and Harry's suggestion of a necklace was met with a defiant "I'm not a fucking girl, Potter".

He licked a line up Draco's neck, stopping to bite along his jaw line and Draco's mouth dropped open.

Fisting

[(Anonymous)]

I don't really cares who tops or bottoms for this, but would just love to see it, please.

multiple orgasms

[(Anonymous)]

No refractory period after orgasms - can keep going for as long as he likes, and can achieve multiple orgasms. Can be either Harry or Draco who experiences this, but bottom!Draco please. Bonus points for surprise (due to inexperience) and/or shame (due to perceived abnormality) and/or frustration (because he's still aroused while his partner is in a sleepy post-coital state) on the part of the one who's capable.

blindfold, bdsm, touch

[(Anonymous)]

Draco blindfolded & on display at a bdsm club or gathering; everyone is allowed to touch (can be pleasant or painful, but not too cruel please). Draco can always tell when Harry's touching him as opposed to anyone else, and finds Harry far preferable. Can be established or non - it's up to you how Draco recognizes Harry's touch. The less conversation, the better.

DubCon/Noncon, training, humiliation, spanking, feminization, enema,

[(Anonymous)]

Harry and Draco have been together for years. While Harry works all day, Draco has decided that he would be a stay-at-home husband. The idea was that he would take care of the house. But Draco doesn't necessarily do as they had agreed: He doesn't clean the house (if he remembers, he'll order Dobby to do so); he rarely cooks, and when he does, he doesn't pay attention so things end up burning; he overspends on clothes and always ends up buying new things that are not needed.

So one day, Harry gets fed up and decides to train Draco into being the perfect 'house wife'. He will punish Draco for anything he does wrong (can be spanking, corner time, punishment enema, etc). To make sure that Draco remembers these lessons, Harry will also conduct maintenance spankings that will remind him of his place. Harry starts to control everything.

The thing is, Draco never really got to say 'no' to this. He believes that he has to do these things or Harry will leave him (and he's not wrong - Harry comes to enjoy this, even if it is not completely consensual). So he goes along will this new lifestyle, even though he doesn't like it, it humiliates him, and sometimes, it even hurts.

In summary: DubCon/Noncon, training, humiliation, spanking, feminization, enema. Draco is not fulfilling his duties, therefore Harry decides to train him. Even if Draco and Harry have some sort of conversation where Draco says that he doesn't want to continue, I want Harry to basically say that this is how it is going to be.

Prompt was basically borrowed from another kink meme, which if anyone wants to check out, can be found here (http://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/14588.html?thread=19349500#t19349500)

pearls and piercings

[(Anonymous)]

pearls and piercings. bottom!Draco. any which way.