#Femslash Feb bingo

[femslash-february]

Welcome to Raptor’s Femslash February Bingo 2024!

Three different bingo cards—light prompts, darker prompts, a combined one with all prompts—to celebrate Femslash February with fanworks. All fandoms welcome! Enjoy!❤️

Rules and prompts in text form under the Read More!

Rules:

- When: all of February

- What: focus of your work should be a wlw / femslash / f/f ship, i.e. a ship with two or more female presenting characters, gender bending welcome

- any fandoms, any characters, any ships, any content (please tag appropriately)

- any fanworks—fics (no minimum or maximum wordcount!), art, poetry, moodboards... go wild! Tag #femslash feb bingo when posting it here on Tumblr so we can reblog

- AI-generated works are NOT allowed

- How: it’s totally chill, just do a single prompt or aim for bingo(s), whatever you want! You can get your bingos with one fic, with multiple fics, whatever you like! Choose one of the bingo cards and mark what prompts you're using.

- Crossposting with other events allowed

- most of all: have fun!

Prompts in text form

Light prompts:

Miscommunication

Bells

Reincarnation

Snowed in

Heaven

Princess / Queen

“I’m not going anywhere"

Anniversary

“Just trust me”

Sickfic

Secret identity

Break up

Post-Canon

Good intentions

Dream

“Hit me with your best shot”

Dark prompts:

Blood

Power imbalance

Enemies to lovers

“I don’t need you anymore”

Knives

Damaged

“I’d burn down the world for you”

Came back wrong

Betrayal

“I didn’t know who else to go to”

Hell

Thief

Nightmare

Unrequited

Obsession

Dying words

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Punch Love

Rated: G

A/N: Falin's and Marcille's training to fight humans don't go as desired.

“Come on Falin, hit me,” Marcille goaded her opponent as she shifted from feet to feet, arms raised, fists curled in a fighting stance.

“I don’t know…” the other woman replied, worried even though her arms were also raised, the feathers on her neck fluttering from the crisp spring breeze.

Sometime after Lagos’s coronation, Kabru had insisted that both women needed to learn how to fight. Marcille had agreed readily, while Falin had been a bit hesitant. Which is how they found themselves standing opposite to each other, training.

“Come on, Falin, hit me with your best shot.”

Falin hesitated, her biceps bulging under her linen shirt. 

She eyed Marcille’s shorter, slender frame.

“Come on! I can dodge—”

WHAM!

Falin threw a punch and struck hard.

Marcille fell backwards, blood flying from her nose.

“Marcille!”

Falin immediately reached for the blonde elf as large tears started to fall from Marcille’s eyes. “I’m so sorry. I tried to control my strength.”

Marcille nodded, patting Falin’s cheeks trying to wipe the tears from her eyes while Falin healed Marcille’s nose.

Marcille leaned in, kissing Falin on her cheek, “Next time, we should train with supervision.”

Falin laughed, the feathers on her neck ruffling, and she kissed Marcille on her now healed nose.

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Writen for @femslash-february Femslash Feb Bingo 2024. Prompt: "Hit me with your best shot"

BINGO X 8

[minilev]

[bansheeys]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaina Proudmoore/Sylvanas Windrunner Characters: Sylvanas Windrunner, Jaina Proudmoore, Dori'thur (Warcraft) Additional Tags: One Shot, Romance, Smut, Post-Canon, Shadowlands, Secret Relationship, Touch-Starved, Magic Strap-on, Top Jaina Proudmoore, Rope Bondage, Femslash February 2024 Summary:

Abruptly, Sylvanas felt a surge of magic wrapping around her wrists, binding them tightly together. She glanced up and saw a shimmering rope of arcane constricting her movements.

Jaina leaned back and asked, “Are you comfortable?”

Sylvanas shifted her eyes from the rope to Jaina, a lovely sight before her. “I should make you angry more often.” ---

Jaina pays Sylvanas a visit during her time in the Maw. Sometimes, an owl just isn't enough.

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AO3 Link

Written for @femslash-february prompts: Hell/Post Canon/”I’m not going anywhere”/ Power imbalance

[fanficbutnow]

Summary:

With Amy now a millionaire with a mansion, Beca and Chloe finally have the space in their shared apartment to bring some old clothes back in. But when a trip down memory lane has Chloe in some lingerie and Beca in her old Bella uniform, certain feelings may be tested.

Tags, Warnings, Rating, and Bingo Card are under the 'Keep Reading'.

Prompt: Post-Canon

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell Characters: Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Pitch Perfect 3, Chloe likes a girl in a uniform, Clothed Sex, Brief mentions of the terrible Chicago/Chloe relationship, Movie Hater Beca, Love Confessions

[spiltsoup]

Angsty SuperCat fanfic to wrap up Femslash February!! ...In March!! It still technically counts. No smut here but some minor descriptions of murder (no lesbians die)

Aaaand that's it for Femslash February 2024!!! I didn't get a bingo or fulfill all the prompts but y'know what? At least I wrote something!!

[enbylestat]

Femslash February 2024: The Kindness of Women

Read here.

The beginning.

Fandom(s): Hannibal NBC and Hannibal (all media).

Pairing: Alana Bloom/Margot Verger.

Rating: M - mature. Don't like: don't read.

Summary: Late, fluffy! Femslash February starring Alana Bloom and Margot Verger.

Excerpt:

To say Miss Margot Verger was charming was an obvious thing. Of course, Alana knew of her lesbianism and was by far the last person to judge. A red angel, they called Alana. She had a great capacity to love and be loved, she was supposed to put a word to it – it was ‘bisexuality.’ 

But that had seldom crossed her mind, she wasn’t bold and brash like Margot. She had loved Will, of course, Alana had, for all his difficultness and pitfalls. She’d wanted to help Abigail Hobbs as well, whose relationship to her adopted fathers was complicated, to say the least. Abigail was a victim, and Alana a survivor and so it seemed was Miss Margot Verger. 

“Is your brother home?” “No,” Margot responded defensively, slightly recoiling at the mention of her brother. 

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[spicywhumper]

@febuwhump: day 09. I love you (alt.) + frisky february: humping + femslash february bingo 2024 (dark edktion): obsession + nsft whump: cockwarming

series: crimson history (phase: war dog) | rating: explicit | word count: 1,119

content warning: stepcest, g!p (magical), explicit sexual content, child abuse, underage noncon and victim POV.

Jessica takes a deep breath, she feels too warm and too cold at the same time. it's expected, as she's naked and the office isn't warm. part of her hates it, part of her is glad for the chilling air around her making her able to think about something other than... this.

she hates all of this.

if she had a little more courage, she thinks she'd punch and kick and she'd fight Joan. but as she is a coward, obedient little puppy, she just... obeys. she accepts whatever obsession Joan has with her (and she thinks nobody would believe that Joan, of all people, saw her daughter in law as anything but a pet to be used).

sitting on your stepmother lap would be an innocent thing, it should be, even if Jessica never felt young and naive enough – in hindsight, it's like her instincts have always known that there's something perverse about the Head Magician. with their height difference, Jessica has to curl up and try to make herself smaller so she's not in the way of Joan's work as she translates scrolls and spells for her latest grimoire.

there's nothing innocent about it, hasn't in years. hasn't since Joan decided that there's no need fighting against her attraction towards the girl. there's nothing innocent about the way that she taught Jessica and the Dog to behave like her personal slut, one's just more vocal and active about it. one feels dirty and corrupted in the way the Dog can't (because the Dog doesn't feel, it's all ghosts of what Jessica feels, trapped in the back of an animal's mind).

Joan had ordered her to undress as soon as Jessica entered the room, so she left her clothes in a neat like on top of a chair, before waiting for the next instruction. she pulled as Joan has chosen the spell again.

it makes her feel much, much dirtier.

(it makes her feel violated in a way the toy doesn't, she doesn't understand. she wonders if it's because she has Jennifer, and Jennifer makes the illusion of being a loveable woman too believable sometimes.)

but she obeys with a nod, a "yes, ma'am", and climbs her lap when asked. Joan has the decency to use lube, it doesn't make it hurt any less. too thick, too long, Jessica needs all the self-control tortured into her to not make more noise than a hiss as she sits down on Joan's ridiculously large cock. it's hot like red-hot iron, burns it's way into her and she hates it.

Jessica just knows better than fight, she doesn't want to bleed the way Joan is very good at making her bleed. it has taken almost a week to fully heal up from the last time she wasn't good enough. so Jessica sits in her when ordered to keep her cock warm, hugged her shoulders as she's told to, and makes herself as small as she can with her bulky, muscular frame.

even without supernatural strength, Jessica's aware that she could defeat Joan at hand in hand combat without breaking a sweat.

Joan caresses her back every now and then, her fingers trace whipping scars that she had out there with a smile on her face. obsessed with everything about Jessica. her blood and her innocence, all taken by this sickness inside Joan.

Jessica feels the time slipping through her fingers. she lets it go, let the liquid and shapeless time around her go and make her mind blank of anything but the chill on her skin, chill where she's not being touched by Joan. better than the hand on her back, the chin on her shouder, the pain between her legs. it's almost easy, at this point. it's easier than to ignore when it's the Dog, when she has to watch as Joan does whatever she wants, as she orders Dog to do whatever she wants – kill who bothers her, bend over naked to bleed, be her personal punching bag.

it's the magic, she thinks, because they stay like this for an hour or so and the cock never softens in the slightest.

Joan sighs, grunting frustration over a passage particularly hard to translate. her hands move to Jessica's hips, a silent request that Jessica knows at this point. they've done this times enough that she knows exactly what her mother wants. (Jessica feels acid in the back of her throat, calling Joan mother feels even more wrong than calling Jennifer her older sister.

maybe because Jennifer loves her as more than a weapon, as much more than a vessel for her violent and sexual urges.)

Jessica takes a deep breath, or as deep as she dares without annoying Joan with it. before she moves, slow and holding back any noise of discomfort as It aches. it doesn't matter how long she stays sitting there, letting Joan's stupid magic cock stretch her open, it always hurts when she moves. slowly rocking back and forth, just her hips, humping the way Joan seems to appreciate.

the older woman sighs and incentives her to keep going with deceivingly soft words. like she's just a slightly kinky woman doing something nice with her wife, instead of a little bastard that uses her stepdaughter for something that she's not meant to.

however, Jessica hates the part of her that accepts it all as normal more than she hates Joan. because that part is larger than anything else, than the fear and the disgust and the horror. and because the "rational" part that sees abuse as abuse can't justify what she has with Jennifer

can't justify the safety in that.

can't justify that part that looks at them and thinks "we should run away, have our own little family and a little happy life".

so it's easy to just let the pain be normal because then the comfort can be, well, comfortable.

because then she can hear Joan saying "I love you", she can feed her obsession and know that she'll come back to Jennifer and feel safe and actually loved. she can sit in Joan's lap like nothing but a cockwarmer puppy for as long as Joan wants, and then curl on Jennifer's lap like a needy, clingy puppy and be comforted.

rationality makes all depravity look and feel disgusting.

normalized abuse makes one kind of depravity the only good thing in her life.

Joan knows, she's aware, she has been told, and Joan seems hell-bent in marking her so as hers that Jennifer can't reach anything in her. Jessica won't let it happen because she knows that she can't survive if she loses this one good thing.

so she obeys, she takes the little pills and she makes herself clean and hopes Jennifer won't be disgusted by what they do anytime soon.

[silverutahraptor]

Just for clarity: Did you make that femslash event? xD

Anon. Anon I am STARVING if no one is making femslash around here I will have to make it myself and ALSO MAKE OTHER PEOPLE MAKE IT okay. Okay

[greencabarette]

So... I'm definitely not calling bingo, but I still wanted to share this little fic I wrote in celebration for @femslash-february! :")

[femslash-february]

Femslash February Bingo 2025 — Bingo cards

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A/N: Paved With_Femslash February Bingo 2024 @femslash-february | Prompt: Good Intentions.

BINGO X 3

[megaphonegirlk]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: うる星やつら | Urusei Yatsura Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lum/Miyake Shinobu Characters: Lum (Urusei Yatsura), Miyake Shinobu Additional Tags: Fluff Summary:

Shinobu Miyake watches Lum flit around the homeroom class at Tomobiki High after school, fuming internally at how the Oni Princess seems to think she can get whatever she wants.

What she doesn't realize is Lum's got something in mind that she could never expect.

Written for Femslash February's "Princess/Queen" prompt.

[hpsaffics]

February prompt fests: Femslash!!

Femslash February is upon us!! Here are some fun fests running this month either focused on or accepting femslash: daily prompts, bingo cards, fluff, whump, nsfw, darkfic, and more 💗

Femslash Feb (@hpsaffics)

Femslash February (@femslashfeb)

Femslash Feb Bingo (@femslash-february)

Femslash February (@ministarfruit)

Femslash Fuckery (@preakr)

Fluffbruary (@fluffbruary)

Febuwhump (@febuwhump)

February Ficlet Challenge (@februaryficletchallenge)

Cross-posting and combining of fests is allowed! Let your WLW fantasies go wild!!

[elvain]

MK's Moves: February Wrap-Up

hi all! here's a little check-in/update for my writing during the month of february. :) i had some huge things planned - some of them panned out and some of them didn't. but all the support i have received has been near and dear to my heart. thank you very much.

Chaptered Fics:

dream a little dream of me. 12/13 chapters. the famous cheating fic! i have been working super hard to get this fic done early in the year to make way for some others. it's got ONE chapter left to write/post and that's it!

At The Heart Of Time. 10/42 chapters. this is my "thorin dies 57 times trying to reclaim erebor" fic. my goal is to finish this story by the end of the year and i think i'm off to a strong start already!

Sweet Like Summer. 5/5 chapters. written for fotfics' valentine's bingo, this is just a sweet exploration of how frodo finally tells sam he loves him. dedicated to my dearest razz.

One-Shots:

Between Two Lungs. 2.7k words. another exercise for me in writing sweeter, fluffier fics. some braiding/dwarf culture and quiet moments on the quest.

My Lover's Eyes. 2.6k words. an exploration of grief in the wake of the hobbit with some insight into the "real" reason bilbo adopted frodo.

Angel With A Shotgun. 2.4k words. this is my first work in exploring alison blaire/jennifer walters as a romantic ship and i'm super happy with the way it turned out. it even inspired some larger works to come...

WORD COUNT (FEBRUARY): 31,933

Goals for March:

Forged In Amber - my fili/sigrid amnesia story, outlined at ~28 chapters. i'm really looking forward to getting this fic up and running! i am trying to bank a couple more chapters to get a good headstart, but expect it soon.

Far Beyond A Star - upcoming alison/jen fic, outlined at ~20 chapters. dimension hopping, curses, a gay little warlock, multiversal date nights. what more could you ask for?

Mutual In Divine Love - a new jan/wanda fic that explores the 8 different kinds of love. a little late, but originally meant to be for valentine's/femslash feb.

stand by the man that you call home - a one-shot i'm working on to explore the impact Iron Man Vol 1. #124-125 on tony's personal life.

At The Heart Of Time - i'm looking to get half of this fic underway by the end of the month. currently i'm sitting at chapter 14.

[REDACTED] - a secret/surprise project coming by the end of the month as a very special gift for a very special someone. :)

March Events:

Multiamory Month (March 1-31)

March of the Noldor (March 1-31)

Manwë Week (March 11-17)

C + C Week (March 17-24)

Feanorian Week (March 25-31)

Quicksilver Week (March 25-31)

as always, my askbox is open for any and all questions/comments about my writing. i would love the chance to open up some more about this stuff. :)

[spiltsoup]

Ohhhh boy it's Ally McBeal Yuri time! Triple Drabble written for the "Enemies to Lovers" prompt on Femslash February Bingo!

WARNING: THIS IS EXPLICIT SMUT