hp_kinkmemes

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.

ETA 9/10: OKAY PEOPLE. LOOK AT THIS. PLEASE. IT MAKES THE MODS' LIVES MUCH EASIER.
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.

- Please put in a warning for the major triggery things! (Specially if your fill includes triggers not prompted by the request.)

Art fills:
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HAVE FUN :D

Off-topic discussion post can be found here.

AS PER REQUEST: The link to the meme in flat view, the link to the delicious archive for H/D kink fills (also found in the sidebar of this journal) and how to track a post or comment, which is particularly useful when posting anon.

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From:

canis-lupus03.livejournal.com

“Okay, okay, enough!” Harry panted, slumping against the mattress and lifting his head again. “Get to it already!”
“Are you sure? Adequate preparation is important, you know.” Malfoy's face was wearing the most innocent expression Ron had ever seen on it. Harry glowered up at him from between sweaty, tangled strands of fringe, chest heaving.
“Draco, I swear...! Stop being such a bloody tease and fuck me already!”
Malfoy clucked his tongue. “Bossy, love.”
“You.” Harry pointed at Malfoy's chest, then at his own groin. “In. Now.”
Now Malfoy smirked, an expression almost familiar, except for the intense look in his eyes as he shifted his weight, withdrew his hand, moved in and forward, one hand under Harry's knee, holding him open, the other guiding himself, down and in, mostly hidden from Ron's view, but he could still imagine what was happening as their hips met.
His cock throbbed in sympathy and he realized he was hard. Oh, Merlin, he was hard from watching Malfoy bugger his best mate. But he couldn't help it! He was a bloke, and there was fucking going on right in front of his eyes. Malfoy was moving, careful and shallow at first, then gaining depth and speed. Harry wrapped his legs around his waist, kept him close, as Malfoy leaned forward, rhythm never faltering, and brought their faces closer. Harry pushed up on his elbows again, and their mouths met, open, sloppily, lips sliding across each other with more good will than coordination.
“Mmm,” Harry made, the sound he usually reserved for treacle tart, and darted his tongue out to lick across Malfoy's mouth, then into it on the next thrust. Malfoy returned the favour, eyes closed and head tilted sideways.
Apparently, he did kiss.
Harry moaned, then sighed when their mouths parted again, threw his head back with eyes half-shut and an expression of bliss on his face.
“So good...” He panted. “Draco...!”
Their bodies were gleaming with sweat in the firelight, and even Malfoy's usually perfect hair was sticking to his face here and there. His brows were furrowed in concentration, and Ron could see the muscles all along his back, in his arms and his legs work to keep up his implacable rhythm.
Ron swallowed and resisted the urge to press his hand down on his own dick. Bloody hell, Malfoy was a lucky bastard. Ron couldn't help but envy him the opportunity to fuck. It was sex, damn it, and all Ron could think about was how good it would feel to have a hot, slick body under him, around him, to be able to give over to that primal urge to thrust.
Harry was making noises, half-choked moans and whimpers, pushing and arching and squirming into every one of Malfoy's thrusts, chest heaving, bed sheet clenched in his fingers. There was the sound of bodies moving on fabric, and wet skin meeting wet skin. Malfoy was breathing heavily, eyes fixed on Harry's face.
“Salazar, you feel good, love,” he told Harry, voice rough.
Harry laughed, the sound broken by his panting. “You sure that's the right name... to call on right now?... What would he say... if he'd see what one of his... is up to?”
“Oh, he'd be proud. Gryffindor's famous Golden Boy... and I get to fuck him.” Malfoy leaned down a little further, arms trembling with the strain. “Everybody wants you, and I get to have you.”
Fuck, he was gloating. Malfoy was gloating, to Harry's face, while they were fucking. There was triumph in his voice, and a hot frisson of anger jolted Ron out of the maelstrom of sex he'd been caught in.
Harry laughed. Harry laughed, breathless but real, a rumble from his chest, teeth flashing, eyes crinkling. “Awfully smug about that, aren't you? You're so getting off on it.”
“Oh, yes,” Malfoy admitted without the slightest sign of remorse, voice dark and rough. Harry's eyelids fluttered, his spine arched. “And don't pretend you're any better. As if you don't get off on taking it up the arse from me.” He gave an especially vigorous shove with his hips and tilted his head down, lips a hand span from Harry's ear. “Bad boy, Potter.”

continued

From:

canis-lupus03.livejournal.com

Harry moaned, loudly, shuddered, then whimpered. “Oh, god, please, Draco, touch me. Please, please, please...!”
Malfoy pushed himself higher up again, shifted his weight backwards until he could take one hand off the bed and reach down between Harry's legs, to wrap his fingers around what looked like a very hard erection. Ron quickly tore his eyes away again, back to Harry's face. Harry's eyes were screwed shut, his body straining restlessly, and he was chanting Malfoy's name. Malfoy's first name. And it didn't take long at all before he came with a wordless shout, came hard, too, from the looks of it.
Malfoy kept moving, hands on Harry's hips, skin gleaming with sweat, chest heaving, pale strands of hair swaying around his face, even as Harry slumped back on the bed, gulping in great gasps of air. His legs released their grip on Malfoy's waist, dropped down, joining the rest of him in a boneless sprawl.
He didn't seem to mind at all that Malfoy was using his pliant body to get himself off, that he was going harder and faster if anything, fingers digging into Harry's skin and face tilted up, eyes closed. Harry sighed, and hummed, a pleased little sound. Malfoy gave a choked grunt, and shuddered, came with a full-body spasm. Then he sank forward, collapsed until his forehead was resting in the middle of Harry's chest. Harry raised a heavy hand and ran it through Malfoy's hair, a smile on his face Ron had never seen before.
He stared, stupefied, at Harry's fingers slowly carding through white-blond hair until a tug on his sleeve distracted him. It was Hermione, eyes wide and face flushed. He followed her gaze and saw that the door was ajar. He threw a last look at the couple on the bed, but they hadn't moved, didn't seem about to look up, and so they quickly hurried out, finally, and Hermione drew the door shut, ever so quietly.
Ron slumped against the wall next to it and let out a huge breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. He cast another look at Hermione, at her red face, and found himself blushing as he met her eyes. Uncomfortable, he scrubbed a hand through his hair.
“So, er... good work on finally getting the door open?” Merlin, that was lame. He almost winced at himself.
“Um, thanks,” Hermione said. “I didn't, though.”
“Huh?”
“Well, the door... it just opened on its own. I'm not sure why.”
“Huh...” Ron blinked, but he really didn't have enough blood in his brain right now to solve the mystery of the self-opening door. “We should... probably wait until they come out, yeah?” he suggested instead.
Hermione nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, we definitely should. Let's just... stand over there.” She pointed to the wall on the other side of the corridor, and they hurried over. Hermione was taking deep breaths and smoothing down the fabric of her robes, and Ron took deep breaths and tried to will his hard-on away.

continued

From:

canis-lupus03.livejournal.com

“Are they gone, then?”
Harry trailed his fingers once more through the fine, soft strands of Draco's hair at the base of his skull. “Well, I think so, but I can't see from here. Why don't you check?”
Draco gave a wordless grumble, but heaved his head off of Harry's chest and sat back to look over his shoulder. Then he turned back around, disentangled himself from Harry's legs, and lay down next to him instead. “Yeah, they're gone,” he confirmed.
Harry rolled onto his side, into Draco's arms and tucked his head under Draco's chin. Draco's hands were drifting across his skin, lazy and lingering, and they lay quietly for a little while.
“So, do you think that little display helped in any way?” Draco asked finally, voice a little muffled by Harry's hair as he pressed a kiss into it.
Harry sighed in pleasure and stretched lazily against him. “We'll see. And if it didn't, we can always try again until they get it.”
Draco pulled back slightly at that, enough to look down and catch Harry's eye. Harry grinned up at him. Draco raised an eyebrow. “Are you quite certain that you don't have a secret kink for exhibitionism?”
“Hm.” Harry thought about it for a moment. “Well, maybe I do. Just a tiny little bit. Didn't you have fun?”
Draco shrugged, and ran his fingertips through Harry's fringe. “It was sex. Of course I had fun. But I don't think I share that particular kink of yours. I'm more comfortable when we're alone.”
“Oh, well. We don't have to, if you don't like it.”
Draco smiled and leaned in to press a kiss between Harry's eyebrows. “No need to sound so disappointed, love. I'm perfectly willing to indulge you every now and then.”
Harry grinned and drew Draco's head down for a kiss. “Have I told you recently that you're the best boyfriend in the world?”

When Malfoy stepped out of the Room of Requirement, he looked just like he always did: obnoxiously pressed and polished, arrogant and haughty and like he thought he was so much better than everyone else.
“Granger. Weasley.” He sneered at them, then turned to Harry, face devoid of any expression. “I'll see you tomorrow.” It was an order more than anything, and he didn't even wait for Harry's acknowledging nod, didn't answer the slight smile Harry gave him. He just strutted off down the corridor.
Harry, on the other hand, was ruffled and obviously hastily dressed, and Ron thought he'd have known they'd been shagging even if he hadn't seen it. Harry gave them a smile, crooked and a little embarrassed.
“I'm sorry, have you been waiting long?”
Ron exchanged a slightly panicked look with Hermione, and they both quickly denied. Harry smiled again, and led the way back into the Room of Requirement. This time, it was their usual room.
Ron gave the back of Harry's head a puzzled frown as he followed him to the couch.
Whatever his best mate had going on with Malfoy– he just didn't get it.

Fin