Join us for Femslash February 2024 run by the HP Saffics Discord server! You do not need to be a member of the server to participate, although it is highly encouraged.
Make some HP femslash fanworks, and feel free to combine these with any other events or challenges! We welcome any type of fanwork (fic, art, podfic, etc.), and all themes and content!
We have 29 SFW and 29 NSFW prompts. Feel free to use one, a couple, all of them, mix and match, or simply use them for inspiration.
How to participate:
Post to our AO3 Collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HP_Saffics_Femslash_February_2024
Post on Tumblr: mention @hpsaffics and use the tag #hpsafficfeb24
Share your work on Discord: HP Saffics Discord Server
See prompts below the cut!
🌸 SFW Prompts 🌸
Ice Skating
Polyamory
Time Loop
Unrequited Love
Flowers & Chocolate
Proposals & Weddings
Single Mother
Exchanging Letters
Second Chances
Meet Cute | Meet Ugly
Suprise Gifts
Right Person, Wrong Time
Lesbian Nail Care
Valentine’s Day
Blind Date | Fake Dating
Accidental Pet Acquisition
Rumors
First Kiss | Last Kiss
Secret Admirer
Graveyards & Ghosts
Cuddling | Spooning
Pet Names
AUs (Clueless, Mean Girls, Pirate, Quidditch Stars, Role Reversal, X!Lived, Tattoo Shop, Wild West, etc)
Unhappy Marriage
First Date
Gumpy x Sunshine
Creatures (Veela, Werewolf, Unicorn)
Posessive GF
Slowdancing
🌸 NSFW Prompts 🌸
Strap-On
Water (pools, bathing, etc)
"Poor Thing"
(Secret) Piercings / Tattoos
Incest or Pseudo Incest
Biting & Hickies
Lingerie & High Heels
Praise Kink
Somnophilia
Voyeurism & Exhibitionism
Blasphemy (Nun x Parishioner, confessional sex, etc)
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@hpsaffics feb 5 - flowers & chocolate - 1k words - cw: mentioned oral sex at the end
aka beautiful, happy, older wifeys <3
When Sirius opens the front door it’s to the smell and sounds of cooking. Garlic heavy in the air, curry and spice. Lentils, fresh rosemary, the radio chiming in the background and Remus’ voice humming along sweetly as she presumably shuffles around.
Sirius smiles to herself as she slips out of her loafers and makes her way farther into the cottage barefooted, the old hardwood floor warm under the soles of her aching feet. She should have gone to yoga with Remus on Sunday instead of taking a four hour hike with Harry and the dogs. She’s not in her late bloody twenties anymore as opposed to her godson. But alas, the things you do for love, right?
It’s pleasantly warm inside, air crispy with oxygen but mellow warm from the afternoon sunshine beaming in through their old windows. The plastic is crinkling in Sirius’ palms as she saunters down the hallway, the chocolate and flowers she picked up on the way back from work and Sirius smile widens in anticipation of presenting the gift to her wife.
She presses her lips together, deliberately keeping quiet so that she can peek around the doorframe first and take her love in as Remus thinks she’s still home by herself. Well, apart from Macy and Squash, of course, which Sirius already greeted outside when they spinted down the front yard to welcome her, tails wagging in elation.
Sirius is careful to lean around the edge slowly so as not to attract any attention by the sudden movement and immediately her heart does a little spin inside her ribcage. Feels a little fuller, possibly overflowing with adoration.
Remus has her hair pulled back into a low, lazy bun, a smaller strand at the front has slipped out and it gleaming golden grey in the sunlight streaming in from behind her. Her lips are pursed and her head is bobbing lightly to the music—fucking precious. Only clad in a form fitting black halter top, tied into a loop at the back of her neck and a pair of bulky linen shorts that could be mistaken for striped boxers at first glance but Sirius knows better. Knows they’re soft from wear and comfortable but still something nicer, something Remus would categorise as ‘chic’. Sirius looks again, closer, and notices the gleam of something bright red and lacy under the pants that make the corners of her grin tug into something sharper. Make her want to fall into giddy giggles and pull Remus into her and kiss her breathless. There’s no bra—Remus doesn’t do those and Sirius is all the happier for it, blessed with easy access for a lifetime—the nipples of Remus’ big breasts visible through the sheer cotton top and Sirius’ mouth waters as she gapes at the freckles trailing over the round skin and down her wife’s cleavage like some pervert. Well, she thinks she’s earned the right to ogle like that after 30 plus years though.
It doesn’t take much more incentive for Sirius to step out of her hiding spot, “Moony, sweets, aren’t you just the most gorgeous thing to ever grace this planet.”
Remus looks up from her cooking, eyes rolling and lips pulling into a smile despite herself. Sirius thinks it’s cute that she still tries to make Sirius believe she’s not swooning at her antics every single time without fail.
Her wife lays down the cooking spoon and meets her halfway unhurriedly, laugh lines wrinkling her eyes and then her hands come up to pull Sirius into a kiss by the cheeks. Her own hand snakes around to the small of Remus’ back, tugging her close and then there’s a happy hum. Lips not quite open but not closed either and it has a bit of a wet smack to it when they pull apart—it makes Sirius irrationally ecstatic and she beams at her wife toothily.
Remus snorts, bumping their noses, “What have you done now, Black?”
Sirius shakes her head in faux disappointment, “Lupin-Black, my love, you should remember by now! It’s nearly our 20 year anniversary.”
Remus pokes her in the side with a rigid index finger and Sirius squirms, snickering. Bony fingers drive through the short, black curls on Sirius’ head, blunt nails scratching over her skull and eliciting a shiver from Sirius that she feels als the way down into her toes.
She sighs and Remus kisses her again before she nods over Sirius’ shoulder, “What’cha got there, baby?”
“This?” Sirius purposely rustles the plastic, “Oh, just a little gift for the most wonderful, breathtaking, awestrucking, fascinating—”
“A-huh.”
“—spectacular, terrific—”
“Oh, wow.”
“ —kind, beautiful, incredible—
“Laying it on thick.”
“—smart, stunning—”
“Oh, we’re not done yet. Got it.”
Sirius sucks in a breath, “—magnificent, mind-boggling woman in the world.”
Remus nods along in mock-indulgence but Sirius can see the blush crawling into the freckled apples of her cheeks. Makes her want to take a bite out of her.
Instead, she gives her one more quick peck and then extracts herself from her and steps back to hold out the Lindt pralines and colourful mix of tulips.
A precious smile pulls onto Remus’ rosy mouth, blinking at Sirius through her lashes and voice low when she mumbles, “Thank you so much, baby. I love them.”
She places the gift on the kitchen counter next to them and pulls Sirius into another kiss, thumbs caressing her cheeks. Sirius feels like she could do another 4 hour hike right now, high on endorphins and adrenaline.
When she pulls back Sirius feels a little hazy in the best way and the way only Remus can make her feel. Her wife cocks a brow at her, palms sliding down to settle against her waist, “You already saw the panties, didn’t you?”
Sirius blinks, lips stretching into another grin, “Yup.”
Remus scrunches her nose at her in a childish manner and Sirius laughs.
“So are we having dinner first or can I take the free time slot to eat you out?”
Remus bites onto her bottom lip, long lines in her cheeks from smiling, “It’s gotta simmer for about thirty.”
“Perfect,” Sirius winks and then tugs her in the direction of the living room for the sofa.
@hpsaffics feb 2+3 - "poor thing" - 441 words - cw: nsfw! light sub/dom, edging, limb restraints, blindfolded
“Aww, poor thing, aren’t you?” Lily coos as she takes the vibrator away.
Pandora sobs, tears probably seeping into the silk eye mask, chest hiccupping and limbs wildly thrashing in their bounds against the bedposts. She whines in protest, pitifully unsatisfied and pulled right back from the orgasm that’d been cresting. Or, well, the fourth one. Almost-orgasm, that is.
Lily’s been edging her for almost an hour now and she makes sure to not let up on all the stimulation as she keeps thrusting the strap into her sweetly trembling body. It’s a slow pace but her hips are rolling deep, helpless to grind her own cunt into the back end of the silicone.
She smoothes up the inside of Pandora’s smooth tan thighs, feeling the soft dusting of hair tickle against her palms. There’s a sting in Lily’s lower back starting to manifest that tells her to round up in the next 15 minutes or she’ll be groaning and walking stiff as a 70 year old at the office tomorrow.
Lily hums and bends forward, still inside Pandora, to take one of her brown-rosy nipples into her mouth.
The other woman cries out in pleasure, “Lil– ah, Lily!”
“One more, sweets,” Lily mumbles around a mouthful of tit, lavishing her tongue, hallowing her cheeks and then sucking off with a harsh noise that makes Pandora throw her head back with gritted teeth, “Just one more, I promise.”
“Please,” she pleads between pants, hands clenching like she desperately wants to hold onto something. Lily, maybe.
“You’re being so good for me, honey.” Lily praises, lifting a hand to give Pandora’s wet cheek a soft stroke.
The blonde tilts her face into the gesture with a whine.
Lily bites down on her lip, “You like being good for me? Letting me play, baby?”
Pandora nods frantically, almost dislodging her mask.
Lily’s lips tug at the corners at her ruined state and without pulling away from the sweet caress she uses her other hand to give a firm tap to her slick, swollen pussy.
The noise Pandora makes is so indecent Lily could cry.
She does groan however and she does it again before she can help herself.
Pandora sobs loudly, moaning and hips twitching in search of friction. “More– please, please, please. Again, Lily, wanna– uhn.” She breaks off when Lily’s fingers come down over her neglected clit again. “Mngh, fuck. Fuck me, Lily, please. Please, I need’ta cum, I—”
Lily takes a nip at Pandora’s breast, teeth grazing the hardened nub and then the vibrator is pressed back to her girlfriend’s cunt mercilessly as she thrusts into her with renewed vigor.
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Pandalily | Day 6- Biting & Hickies | 112 words | @hpsaffics
Pandora has always been a biter. She loves leaving little marks, little secrets on her lover's skin. Loves bringing down the perfect Lily Evans to a quivering mess just from her lips and a little bit of teeth.
She doesn’t always realise she’s doing it.
Lily sits on her lap and her neck is just so enticing. So perfect and unblemished.
It's never been a before for her. A lead up to a larger act. She looks at Lily and wants to devour her whole. And she does. One little pleasant bite at a time.
She worships her skin, prays over her final meal. Devotes herself to it wholly.
A little Millicent/Pansy for the @hpsaffics Femslash February prompt 'good girl'. Read on AO3 instead.
Millicent knew what she's good at: being big and mean and ugly. Her mother used to sigh and ask if she really wanted to eat that. Her father said she could be almost pretty if she smiled more. Millie did not smile. She ate the last slice of cake. She got good at using her big arms and strong legs, and her right hook could lay a man flat without bruising her knuckles too badly. Nothing a quick healing spell couldn't fix. She knew what she was good at. She wasn't pretty or sweet or delicate, but she was good at hurting those who were.
Pansy wasn't pretty—she grew into her nose, but it stayed rather pug-like—but she was striking. Everything about her was designed to be razor sharp: the severe cut of her bob, the colour of her lipstick like a bead of fresh blood, the wing of her eyeliner and the point of her nails. She was like a knife cradled in satin and lace. Deceptively decorative.
Millie was never afraid of hurting Pansy. Pansy could bleed her dry with a single word. Her tongue was sharper than any Diffindo spell. The words Pansy chose to use were: kneel and good girl and fuck me.
Pansy called her sweetheart and darling and made Millie's whole body burn up with a look, a coy smile. It was like a fever, a shiver-haze of desire in her blood. Millie didn't know where to put her feelings, heart beating out of her chest as if her rips couldn't hold it all, too big and bold for her body. So she put Pansy on her back, spread her legs open and buried her feelings between her thighs until her fingers ached and her tongue felt numb. She kept going, fucked her until Pansy's curses and moans rang in her ears. Millie licked her buzzing, swollen lips, drunk on the taste of Pansy's cunt, and made her convulse again and again, until Pansy grabbed her hair and pulled Millie off her clit.
She obeyed, like the good girl she was; no more orgasms tonight. Millie buried her face in Pansy's blood-hot, swollen cunt and licked her clean with soft sucks and kitten licks. Pansy giggled and pulled her hair and came one last time like a rolling wave onto the shore, on a gentle swell of a sigh. Millie smiled, obedience was overrated anyway.
Millicent knew what she was good at. She was at her best buried between Pansy's legs.
hey, can we use sfw prompts for nsfw works for hp femslash february? thanks!
Hey nonnie!
Feel free to use prompts however you would like. If a sfw prompt inspires a nsfw work (or vice versa), then go for it! You are free to mix and match prompts to your heart's content 💖
