Welcome to our next pervy party game: Klue! It's like Clue, but with
kink!
The objective is simple.
Pick any sexual theme you like and combine it with a location and an object from the lists below the cut. Rather than person, place, and thing, it's
practice, place, and thing! Any character(s), any kink(s), anything goes!
• Fic must be 200 words minimum; art must be a sketch equivalent.
• Share your pieces in comments to this post.
• In the subject line or at the start of the comment box, list the kink, location, and object used (e.g. "Spanking in the Locker Room with a Beater's Bat") so that we know which prompts you picked.
If we get a good number of entries, we'll have some quick voting for silly awards (best use of prompt and so forth) like we did for Wheel of Fornication last year. :)
An important note for those who don't have InsaneJournal accounts: We keep trying to enable anonymous commenting so that people without IJ accounts can participate, but every time we do, the comm gets hit with dozens of spam bots. Nonetheless, we want everyone to be able to play along!! If you don't have an IJ but want to play, drop us an email (dd.mods at gmail) and we'll enable anon commenting for a day so that you can post. OR email your piece to us so that we can post it for you. OR, if you're interested in starting an IJ, let us know that as well. We have a few spare invitation codes we can give out.
PLACES: |
THINGS: |
the Eiffel Tower at sunset |
edible arrangements |
a celebration in Hogwarts' Great Hall |
love letter(s) |
staff room surprise party |
magical re-gifts |
Hogwarts' gardens/rose bushes |
anonymous and explicit greeting card(s) |
masked ball/masquerade |
crudites/hors d'oeuvres |
the Tower of London |
champagne |
first Order of Merlin awards ceremony after the war |
a spool of gift ribbon |
Quidditch pitch |
party horn AKA blowout AKA paper tongue |
bonfire celebration |
Spello-tape |
in the bathroom/closet/wardrobe at a fancy party |
magical party favors/swag bags |
an (empty?) office at the Ministry of Magic |
dress robes |
a gathering at the Burrow |
confetti |
a celebration in the Hogwarts dorms (any House) |
birthday cake and (a lot of?) candles |
the Hogwarts Express (party car??) |
pin the ___ on the ___ game |
the Shrieking Shack |
third anniversary gifts (leather...?!) |
Greenhouse 3 |
balloons |
Klue will continue until Thursday, March 28. Be dirty, be creative, and
celebrate!
“Harry!” George exclaimed delightedly at the sight of him. “What brings you to our humble abode?”
“Tired of sharing a room with Ron, hmm?” Fred asked. “I don’t blame you; you’re more than welcome to join us, although you’d have to share a bed with one of us. Or both of us. We’re easy like that.”
Harry blushed. Over the last few months, the twins had both got increasingly flirty with him, and Harry was too socially awkward to do much other than flush and stammer in response.
“No, Ron’s good. Fine,” he said. “Your mum sent me up to find some gift ribbon. She wants to wrap Victoire’s presents before the party starts, and is blaming the two of you for the ribbon disappearing.”
Fred grinned. “So distrusting, that woman.”
“Although in her favour, I think we did nick it,” George added. “Still, very rude of her to treat her favourite sons that way.”
Harry glanced around the room. The twins lived in their own flat now, but their bedroom at the Burrow had been kept the same way as when they’d moved out--a colourful mess of chaos--likely because Molly wouldn’t know where to start cleaning it.
He noticed a spool of bright pink gift ribbon sitting amongst an assortment of WWW products on the desk.
“Oh, there it is!”
“No, that’s not...no, you’re right, go ahead.”
Harry turned to eye George suspiciously, who was looking utterly innocent along with Fred.
“Is this going to do something to me?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Fred clutched his hand to his chest dramatically. “Harry! Have we ever done anything to hurt you? The others are fair game, but you and Hermione are strictly off limits.”
Though the angelic looks of the twins still struck Harry as highly suspect, he did have to admit that they’d never purposely tricked him.
He decided, moments later, he only had himself to blame for being so trusting.
The moment he touched the spool, the ribbons flew around him in a whirlwind, strapping around his wrists, his arms, his chest, his thighs, and ankles, impossibly strong for what was supposed to be gift ribbon.
He stumbled backwards, hitting one of the beds and falling down onto it.
Fred and George appeared over him, looking down with matching grins on their faces.
“Sorry, Harry, we couldn’t resist,” George said, not looking sorry at all.
“And aren’t our beds comfy?” Fred added. “Sure you don’t want to reconsider our offer of you joining us?”
Harry squirmed as he realised, with horror, that he was getting hard.
He’d long had fantasies of being tied up and at the mercy of a lover, but he’d never imagined it happening for real--until now.
Being bound and utterly helpless to two people who looked like they would gladly play with him mercilessly was too much for his poor dick to handle.
And of course, the thing about Fred and George was that they weren’t the kind of people to keep their thoughts to themselves.
“Look George! It appears our little victim is enjoying himself.”
“Shut up,” Harry grumbled, his cheek burning hot.
“There’s no need to be ashamed, Harry,” George said, with a wicked grin. “So you have a thing for bondage? So do we. Only we much prefer to be the ones doing the tying.”
“And after we’ve done the tying, we like to play with our victims,” Fred added. “With their permission, of course. Do you want to play with us, Harry?”
A jolt of thrill went through Harry’s stomach at the thought, and he already knew the answer.
“But your family-”
“Will all be too busy with the party,” Fred said wisely.
“And nobody ever dares to come up to our room, anyway,” George said. “We’ll have plenty of time to drive you mad with pleasure, then get ourselves down to the party like we’ve not been sexually deviant all this time.”