#femslashfuckery

[preakr]

Prompts for Femslash Fuckery 2024 are now live! (Apologies for the delay!)

Femslash Fuckery is a month long fest run during the month of February to celebrate dark and/or problematic femslash. Tag your fills with #femslashfuckery for visibility and optionally upload them to the AO3 collection here! Fills of any medium, rating, and level of fuckery are welcome. Original fic/art is welcome as well as fanfic/art.

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Fic: “Trapped In The Dark”

read on AO3

Fandom: Kim Possible (Cartoon)

Rating: T

Summary: "Come on out, Kimmy… let's finish this."

for @flashfictionfridayofficial​

for @femslashfeb​‘s Day 17 prompt “light”

for @febuwhump​​’s Day 17 prompt “silent tears”

for Femslash F*ckery’s Day 17 prompt “marking”

Within the darkness, Shego attacks, her energy strikes flashing like lightning.

Cave-dust enters Shego's nostrils. She hacks.

"Where are you…"

Shego brightens the energy-glow one of her raised hands. Her eyes shining, feral.

"Come on out, Kimmy…" she snarl-laughs. "Let's finish this."

In the glow, Shego notices a shadow shifting. Her grin turns vicious.

"Kiiiimmy…"

She jumps into where Kim must be hiding. Before anything else, there's a low, sharp intake of breath.

Shego frowns, lowering her green-glow swirling hand.

No, that's not right. There's Kim, and Kim doesn't get up from crouching down behind a boulder, not looking at Shego, occasionally touching the side of her visibly bleeding head. Worry in her eyes. 

Silent tears illuminate a gaunt-like green on Kim's features.

"Don't be such a baby. You're fine." 

Shego grabs her arm, forcing Kim to woozily stand up. 

For a moment, Shego feels where she burned Kim through her uniform-sleeve, marking her, damaging and softening the top layer of her flesh. 

Kim stifles a cry behind her lips, still silent. 

"Seriously… you've been in worse situations than this, haven't you? It's a stupid cave-in. Think your way out of it. You always do."

"Leave me alone…"

Shego groans, hating how defeated Kim sounds. She is, and clearly bleeding from a rock hitting her head, but it's Kim Possible.

A hero.

A hero doesn't give up.

"Fantastic," Shego says dryly, yanking on Kim's upper arm. "Guess I'm doing the thinking today."

*

The tunnels should have withstood any blast, foreign or Drakken-made.

Getting more and more irritated, Shego fires at the heavy and fallen stalactites broken at their feet. Her fingers constantly glowing.

It's the only light so far.

The only way to navigate out of here…

"I can't believe this…" she mutters, glaring at Kim a few feet behind her.

Besides the gigantic bloody cut, Shego doesn't think Kim's suffered a concussion during all of this. She's not acting woozy anymore. Her legs unshaking. Kim's tears already have dried up, much to Shego's relief… that she refuses to admit was ever there. Hell no.

"Would you hurry it up, princess? I'm not gonna carry you." Shego complains, watching Kim avoid more rocks, "Heroing is your shtick."

"You could just go ahead without me, Shego—"

"—don't tempt me," Shego cuts a now bewildered Kim off, jerking her head.

*

When there's a patch of light, Shego 'woops!' in victory.

"Stay back," she orders, gently pushing Kim aside—and shockingly enough, Kim listens and does what she's told without being snarky.

If only this happened more often…

Shego projects her bright green-glow energy into the crack of the tunnel's siding, erupting it open.

Behind them, that tunnel completely collapses.

She looks around, finding a truck parked nearby in sunlight and a cavernous opening to fresh air. "I'd offer a ride, Kimmy, but…" Shego winks, delighted by Kim's familiar eye-roll "…as they say, finders keepers." 

Disappearing for a moment, Shego lugs out the truck's medical kit.

"You can have this though."

"Gee, thanks," Kim mumbles. 

In the light, Shego can see the blood dampening Kim's orangeish hair. She clears her throat awkwardly. This is her nemesis… why does it matter if she's hurt?

"If I see Stoppable, I'll send him your way."

The engine roars on.

Kim opens her mouth, and Shego mockingly wags a finger—

"—ah, ah, pretend this NEVER happened or I'll barbecue you alive when I see you next—"

From the rear-view mirror, she spots Kim waving.

It's new.

Whatever this is.

[yomikura]

💎->💙<-🌶 for femslashfuckery prompt drugging

[thistlecatfics]

Breathless (Dorcas/Marlene, 400 words, M)

Undernegotiated Kink (!!!), Breath play, Panic, Thank goodness for Revivify, Canon Compliant, POV First Person, First Wizarding War, Intercrural, Choking, Canon Major Character Deaths

Day 8: Femslash Fuckery's breathplay + @febuwhump's Panic + @kinkuary's Intercrural + @hpshipuary's Female Character Dorcas Meadowes.

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

For months, from cold January when Benjy died to thawing April when Caradoc fell, she begged me. Our sex had grown rougher, the bruises on her pale skin more likely to come from my hands, my belt or my switch than from any Death Eater.

Finally, violence we could control.

We did not negotiate the details beforehand. We hardly talked after. We just knew. She let me carry out my darkest fantasies, and she proved to herself she could survive anything, but this one thing she begged for, and I refused.

Still, death stalked us.

She barely survived a curse from a Death Eater, requiring a week of bed rest. I avoided a werewolf bite just a week later, taking claws across my back instead.

Together, in each gasp of pain, each moan of pleasure, each breathless cry, our time was infinite. Then, reality. New dead announced. The news St. Mungo’s was no longer safe for us. The growing sense, even amongst those young Gryffindors still clinging to their naivete, that we were going to lose.

After Cardoc died, I relented.

My fist tightened around her neck, squeezing tighter. So easy. I did not expect it to be so easy. Her eyes blinked softly shut, and I had never felt power like this before, a rush beyond any potion, any charm. She was mine, and I was a goddess, she my supplicant. I rode her, pushing my cunt against her thigh until I shuddered.

I released her before brushing her blonde hair away and kissing the top of the forehead of my most darling supplicant.

She slumped down.

Shouting, shouting, hitting her. Still she slumped. I shouted for help, muffled by the Imperturbable charm we placed, and no one came.

I screamed two Revivify’s, implemented in quick succession, as we had been taught by the Order medic.

She blinked awake.

Her voice hazy, she offered gratitude.

A week later, after the Death Eaters murdered her and her entire family, her words echoed in my head:

I wanted to feel death with you before they killed me.

I killed five of theirs with my wand and had my hands around the throat of the sixth while my mind considered how many I could kill before the ache of her loss eased enough to breathe. The number does not exist. Lord Voldemort himself took me. I did not need air without her.

[broomsticks]

stiletto knife (frankenfest feb day 4)

stuck a bunch of feb day 4 prompts in a blender: @kinkuary's genderbend, @hpshipuary's james/lucius, femslash fuckery's humiliation/degradation, @febuwhump's knife to throat.

fandom: harry potter || ship: james potter/lucius malfoy (genderbent) || rating: M || wc: 200

below or on AO3

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The blade is cold against my throat.

“Dangerous, you know,” comes a silky voice, “not waiting for backup before rushing to answer every call for help.”

The breath on my cheek is warm. I turn just far enough to catch a glimpse of pale blonde hair.

“Such a noble heart, so trusting… it could get you in real trouble one day, little lamb.”

“Lucy,” I exhale in relief. “I knew it was you.”

“Jamie.” She inclines her head in acknowledgement and her lips curl in a sharp, sharp smile. “You knew, did you? What else do you know?” The tip of the blade makes patterns along the veins of my neck. “What I’d like to do to you? What I’m going to do with you next?”

With a single swift motion, my robes open directly to my navel.

The winter air kisses gooseflesh across my skin. I can hear bustling Diagon Alley on one side, feel the darkness emanating from Knockturn Alley on the other. At any moment anyone could make a wrong turning, or — what if someone saw us?

“Scared, Potter?” she murmurs.

Lifting my chin to meet her ice-blue eyes, I slip the shredded robes off my shoulders.

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p.s. y’all go write for frankenfest feb 🙌

[killing-kurare]

Narcissa Malfoy/Bellatrix Black

Blackcest

Explicit

Day 1 of Femslash Fuckery 2023

Prompt: Strap-on

[endlesstwanted]

Broken Oath

Fic inspired by @burdenedwithpointlesspurpose’s femslash prompt — Time is ticking + Femslash Fuckery 2024 — corruption of innocence + Femslash February 2024 (evil edition) — doomed by the narrative + @febuwhump — suffering in silence + @femslashfeb — Black.

Fandom: Black Widow (Movie 2021)

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Yelena Belova/ Natasha Romanov

Warning: Implied Underage (nothing sexual happens)

Tags: Red Room, Angst, Implied Past Non-con, Fade to Black

Summary: Yelena turns fifteen, and Natalia has to prepare her for the real world. At least, according to what the Red Room thinks a woman needs to work with for them to take over the world.

Wordcount: 742

Also created for: @fnafbingo — “You knew I’d get you eventually.” / @blackwidowbingo — “You’re letting your emotions control you.” / @seasonaldelightsbingo — “I’m fine.” / @lyricalescape — “It’s too late for hurting.” / @lyricalescape R2 card #2003 — Did They or Didn’t They?

Excerpt:

Natalia walked the empty corridors of the Red Room and reached the training room she had been directed to. Inside the younger girl awaited, fidgety where she’s seated, stealing glances of curiosity at the display of tools on the table that night.

Everything was like Natalia remembered, one of the last things she wanted to recall of how she had spent her fifteenth birthday.

“It’s been some years,” the superior present began to say, “but I trust you remember your training in female anatomy.”

Natalia swallowed and nodded. She wanted to turn around and run, but she wasn’t going to leave Yelena behind. Not when she had moved heaven and earth to get her back under her wing, and claimed to supervise her training to make sure they wouldn’t take her away. Not when she had promised herself to take care of her little sister, even if pretended, as best as she could.

Continue reading on Ao3!

[freshbrainss]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Infinity Pool (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gabi Bauer/Jennifer Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Blood, Breastfeeding, Mommy Kink, POV Gabi Bauer, Drabble, Femslash February 2023, Tumblr: femslashfuckery Summary:

Gabi feels unmade. Unborn.

[hpshipuary]

And that's a wrap, Shippers!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated this year, as well as all our readers, commenters, and kudosers folowing this challenge!

I fell behind in reblogging posts (sorry!) so you'll be seeing some of our challenge works queued up for the next several days!

Shout out to femslash for absolutely KILLING it (thank you @hpsaffics femslash february bingo 2023 and #femslashfuckery ) with 85 out of our 161 submitted works on AO3!

Thanks again, and we will be leaving the collection open through the end of March if you still want to make something!

💕Megs

[preakr]

Prompts for Femslash Fuckery 2023 are now live! Femslash Fuckery is a month long fest run during the month of February to celebrate dark and/or problematic femslash. Tag your fills with #femslashfuckery and optionally upload them to the AO3 collection here! Fills of any medium are welcome.

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Fic: “You’re Not Alone”

read on AO3

Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Rating: E (on AO3); T (on Tumblr)

Summary: Faith accidentally gets sent to another version of Sunnydale. A really messed up Sunnydale.

for @flashfictionfridayofficial​​​​

for @femslashfeb​​​​‘s Day prompt 24 “dark”

for @febuwhump​​​​​’s Day 24 prompt “bloody clothes”

for Femslash F*ckery’s Day 24 prompt “hatef*cking”

"Oh, this…"

Faith walks straight out of the historian's office, gawking.

This… isn't Sunnydale. Or at least the Sunnydale she knows and exists in. Faith senses the tingle of dark magic. Maple Court, overflowing with the date night crowd on a Saturday, is now emptied. No working streetlights. Garbage scattered around Faith's feet, blowing away.

"You gotta be kidding me," Faith mutters aloud.

She's gonna strangle Willow. Violently.

Or… whoever the hell did this…

Faith remembers being up on the top floor, alongside the Mayor, facing off against Buffy and most of her friends. Some… some magical artifact. Faith can't remember that part. Her mind feels woozy. 

A trans-dimensional portal? Spell gone bad after cooking for too long?

Aggravated, she huffs up to the curb, and then knocked aside as a leather-dressed couple stroll by. Their arms snugly around each other.

They turn.

Faith's blood goes cold.

"You two…" she growls, menacingly cracking her knuckles. "Perfect. I needed to vent out a little aggravation."

Xander tilts his head, far too calm. And since when did he wear eyeliner?

"Look, Will," he says dully. "It wants to play."

Willow leers.

Faith's eyes dart to her cleavage practically spilling out. Damn.

"She's so pretty…"

"Pretty pissed off is what I am," Faith snaps, approaching, then lurching backwards when Willow's face vamps out. "Oh, what the SHIT—!?" 

Another person high-kicks themselves in, spinning and packing enough force in their blows to send the vampires of Buffy's old BFFs flying into the asphalt. Xander grabs onto a vamped-out Willow, hissing ferociously. He takes off.

Faith opens her mouth, then gawks. Again.

"Yes, well… very good," Giles mumbles, scrambling for the large wooden stake Buffy harshly throws at him. "It seems that your training in Cleveland has not been lacking, if anything… has your Watcher warned you about—"

"Shut up," Faith (and Buffy, at the same time) blurt out.

They glance at each other, suspicious.

"Don't tell him to shut up," Buffy says nastily, and Faith mock-laughs.

"B, you don't want any of this right now… I could tear you apart." She points to Giles. "And I'll make your little Watcher watch."

Despite the threat, neither of Faith's enemies seem concerned.

"… she's like Cordelia," Giles concludes, eerily knowing.

Buffy warily crosses her arms.

"Guess you were right about how things are supposed to be different, Jeeves…" she monotones.

Faith shakes her head, scowling.

"Would any of you chuckleheads mind EXPLAINING?"

*

They do.

Well, this universe's version of Giles does.

Faith half-listens, gazing up while Buffy prowls the downstairs of Giles' apartment. She didn't expect Buffy to look or act the same… except Faith did. 

There's no cheerful smile, or quips, or Buffy-esque levels of blind faith optimism.

"So… the Master never dies," Faith repeats. "I'm not called."

Giles hums.

"That appears to be correct, yes."

"Fantastic."

"Miss Summers," Giles addresses her, nodding. "I contact the others. Would you mind staying here with, erm, her?"

Buffy shrugs again, not answering, and he must be taking that as a yes—Faith sees him head out the door. "What's your problem, B? Huh? I've never seen you act that coldly to your Watcher before."

"He's not my Watcher." Buffy's eyes narrow. "And stop calling me that."

Faith smirks, tossing aside a couch-cushion while getting nearer.

"Whaddya gonna do about it? Huh?"

Buffy gets into Faith's face this time, glaring. But she's not making any moves. 

Faith keeps a hand on her own belt, within reach of her new favorite dagger, and doesn't move either. She wants to revel in Buffy's darkness. The thing that was always there and that Buffy denied she had like Faith had. 

But… a part of Faith can't. There's nothing in Buffy's eyes. No emotion. She's shut off like Faith had been after her first human kill.

Faith clears her throat, glancing down to Buffy's grey tank-top.

"That your blood?" she rasps.

And, no, Faith isn't concerned by asking…

(Even if she is. It's like a bad habit. It's like trying to quit smoking, and by the next night, Faith savors the cigarette on her lips.)

"Couldn't save someone. It is what it is," Buffy speaks like she's been numbed on the inside. "We fight, we die."

Faith thumbs a bloodstain, curling her hand around the hem of Buffy's ruined top and yanking a little. "You'd make a great motivational speaker…"

Buffy snorts, her nostrils flaring.

No, it happened—Buffy did smile, Faith thinks, amused. A crappy-looking smile, but it was a smile.

"Faith, has anyone ever told you… how much of a bitch you are?"

"Only in bed," Faith says sneering, tapping her nose affectionately against Buffy's. She ducks a grab, and then twists Buffy's arm, yanking again. Mouths crash together. Faith moans, grabbing tightly onto Buffy, feeling the other Slayer's hands in Faith's hair. There's no getting enough of her.

*

Magic crackles underneath Faith's skin.

She disappears and reappears in the historian's office with no Mayor in sight.

Faith holds in the urge to strangle.

"You gotta be kidding me…"

[preakr]

Will there be a Femslash Fuckery this year? The one from last year looked so fun 🥰

yes, ill be running it again! i’ll try to get the list of prompts/promo post up by the end of this weekend. if you (or anyone else who sees this) has prompt suggestions/requests feel free to send them in!

[preakr]

Hi, I just wanted to thank you for the magnificent work you did for all of us with Femslash Fuckery in 2023--are you doing one for 2024? Do you know if anyone else is?

aw thank you, i appreciate that! i do plan to host another round in 2024; i don’t know of anyone else who was going to. anyone who sees this is welcome to submit prompts (anonymously or not) they’d like to see featured for 2024! (for reference, last year’s prompts are here)

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Meridian

read on AO3

~1k, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, T-rating, for @febuwhump’s Day #12 prompt “can you hear me?” and for Femslash Fuckery’s Day #12 prompt “mindbreak

Summary: Containing Madi for her own safety, as well as everyone else's, Clarke discovers Lexa has been fighting to save Madi.

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Constellations

read on AO3

1k, Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra Targaryen, E-rating, for @femslashfeb’s Day #28 prompt “dress” and for @febuwhump’s Day #28 prompt “you’re safe now” and for @kinkuary’s Day #28 prompt “free day” and for Femslash Fuckery’s Day #28 prompt “free day”

Summary: Soon after Lucerys dies, Rhaenyra goes to the Hightower where Alicent waits.

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Black Hole

read on AO3

~1k, Mayumi/Uchida Mitsu, E-rating, for @febuwhump’s Day #13 prompt “forced to hurt a loved one” and for @kinkuary’s Day #13 prompt “dacryphilia” and for Femslash Fuckery’s Day #13 prompt(s) “voyeurism, exhibitionism”

Summary: After killing Ryoichi Ago, Mayumi listens for what Mitsu wants her to do. Because it's the same as what Mayumi wants to do.