#kinkuary

[kwanisms]

Welcome to

Hello there dear readers! Since I was not able to join Kinktober last year, I wanted to do something different and created Kinkuary!

For the entire month of February, I will be posting a oneshot for each day from a prompt list I created. Feel free to join and use these prompts or create your own!

My Kinkuary will star members of Seventeen, Ateez, Stray Kids, and the Choi line of TXT. Prompt list below the cut.

taglist! CLOSED

Week 1: 01 - 07 ✔️

[02:02] — thigh fucking // stockings — Boo Seungkwan

[02:01] — size kink // praise — Jeong Yunho

[02:03] — somnophilia // lingerie — Yoon Jeonghan

[02:04] — double penetration // anal — Park Seonghwa & Kim Hongjoong

[02:05] — mirror sex // knife play —Choi San

[02:06] — dry humping // corruption kink — Choi Jongho

[02:07] — degradation // panties — Kang Yeosang

Week 2: 08 - 14 ✔️

[02:08] — threesome // face sitting — Jeon Wonwoo & Kim Mingyu

[02:09] —breeding // pet play — Choi Beomgyu

[02:11] — dacryphilia // overstimulation — Lee Jihoon

[02:10] — begging // mommy kink — Jung Wooyoung

[02:12] — daddy kink // sex tape/photos — Choi Seungcheol

[02:13] — formal wear // choking — Seo Changbin

[02:14] — body worship // shower/bath sex — Wen Junhui

Week 3: 15 - 21 ✔️

[02:15] — cockwarming // morning sex — Vernon Chwe

[02:16] — face fucking // deepthroating — Lee Chan

[02:17] — anonymous sex // restraint — Han Jisung

[02:18] — public sex // creampie — Hwang Hyunjin

[02:19] — drunk sex // dirty talk — Choi Soobin

[02:20] — con noncon/dubcon // table/counter sex — Yang Jeongin

[02:21] — window/balcony sex // exhibitionism — Song Mingi

Week 4: 22 - 28 ✔️

[02:22] — cuckold // voyeurism — Bang Chan & Kim Seungmin

[02:23] — mutual masturbation // phone sex — Felix Lee

[02:24] — role play // office sex — Joshua Hong

[02:25] — period sex // massages — Lee Seokmin

[02:26] — angry/hate sex // impact play — Lee Minho

[02:27] — orgasm denial/edging // toys — Choi Yeonjun

[02:28] — marking // car sex — Kwon Soonyoung

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt smut #txt x reader #kinkuary

[wolfpants]

nightcall (drarry, 1058 words)

Thank you to @getawayfox for the amazing art for this little piece I wrote for kinkuary! Give her post some love here ❤️‍🔥 Rated: E / nsfw Tags: Unspeakable!Drarry, begging, phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, FWB, colleagues to lovers, pining, light bdsm On a top secret Unspeakable misson, Harry calls Draco from a remote phone booth on the Isle of Skye. ao3 link here, or keep reading

❤️‍🔥🖤📞🏍🥀

“What are you looking at right now?”

“Castle ruins. The sea. The moon. Dark road.”

“Have you got somewhere to sleep?”

A pause.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

“Have you got somewhere to sleep?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ve got somewhere to sleep. Don’t worry.”

Draco’s breath crackles against Harry’s ear. 

If Harry closes his eyes—shuts off the road, the barren hills, the moonlight sparkling against the shore—he can pretend Draco’s right here with him. 

He can pretend Draco’s huffing gently into his ear, murmuring against his throat like he might if they were alone together in the same room.

“That’s all I do,” Draco whispers dryly. “Arsehole.”

They shouldn’t even be talking. It’s against code. They could lose their jobs. 

The Ministry doesn't know how to tap Muggle telephone boxes, but Draco and Harry know better than to talk about work outside of Level Nine. So Harry doesn’t ask Draco if he’s still working on those files and old tomes he keeps under deadly protection magic in The Manor. He doesn’t ask if he stayed in the office all night again and forgot to eat dinner. 

“Does my voice sound normal?” Draco asks when Harry doesn’t respond to the bait of his insult. 

“Your voice has never sounded normal.” 

Harry is curled over the telephone desk. He runs his finger over the edges of the BT directory. He pulls back the cover to read it.

THE PHONE BOOK: HIGHLANDS AND ISLANDS 2003/2004

Almost ten years out of date.

“Fuck you,” comes Draco’s predictably plummy-edged response.

“Fuck you,” Harry repeats, grinning. He shifts his weight from one hip to the other. His riding leathers, softened and moulded to his body like a second skin, crease and rasp gently. His helmet is by his feet, his bike outside on the gravel; headlight on, casting the winding road ahead in ghostly bleached light. Its engine gently purrs into the night, reminding him that they need to keep this catch up brief.

“No, really,” Draco says, dropping his voice back to a whisper. His breath puffs against the receiver.

“You’re smoking.” Harry leans against the glazed side of the box and drops his head back against the glass panes. 

“I’m outside, no one’s going to die,” Draco murmurs.

Harry closes his eyes again and pictures Draco standing on the lawn in Wiltshire. Mobile phone to ear, screen glowing against his face, cheeks pink from the cold. Surrounded by shadowed hedges and sculpted water features, smoke pluming from his lips, creeping up towards the starry sky. His hair is pulled into a knot on the back of his head. Or perhaps it’s loose, and the breeze is moving it around the sharp slopes of his cheeks.

“You look sexy when you smoke. You sound great. I miss you,” Harry says in three steady beats.

Draco won’t return the words. He never does. But Harry knows he feels them. 

That he misses them too. Whatever—they are.

Work partners. Friends. More than friends sometimes. Less than friends other times.

Another soft breath. “Are you alone?”

“I’m on the tip of Skye looking at the North Atlantic. I’m very alone. I can’t even remember the last time I saw a tree.”

“Then,” Draco huffs gently—an inhale, a sharp exhale, the sound of his shoes clicking against pavement. He’s walking through the hedge maze. “Fuck you.”

Harry licks his lips. “Yeah?” He cups himself over his leather trousers. Slides his thumb over the shifting head of his cock as it grows closer towards his hip.

Draco hums, deep and smooth. Harry tilts his hips up in a slow fuck against his fingers, heat spreading, sharp and singular, between his legs. “God I want you,” he rasps, closing his eyes. The flutter of pale hair. Draco’s lovely lips wrapping around the filter of his cigarette. The way he kisses, dirty and like he means it.

“You have to ask for it nicely first, Potter.” Another inhale. “You can’t just take what you want. Especially from me.”

Harry balances the phone between his shoulder and his ear and fumbles with the zip of his leathers. “Please,” he whispers. 

Draco hums again, louder this time, almost a moan but not quite. “Tell me what you want."

“I want you to sit on my face,” Harry says on a breath. His leathers are open as far as the zip will let him. He rucks up the t-shirt he wears underneath, enough to get into the waistband of his pants. His cock is already poking out the top, tip wet and swollen. He stares blearily at the beam of light outside, at the empty hills and sparkling water, fingers teasing himself in a slow, deliberate stroke.

Draco inhales sharply. “What was that?”

“I want you to sit on my face—please.” Harry licks his lips, circling his thumb over the wet head of his prick. “Want you to ride my mouth, my tongue. Take what you want from me. God, I want that so badly.”

“You like being suffocated, don’t you, you sick pup,” Draco whispers.

“Yeah,” Harry chokes out. “P—please.”

“And your tongue always feels so damn good. Maybe if you eat me good enough I could ride your cock. Would you like that?”

Harry groans, already so close. His leathers squeak and crease, and his elbow knocks against the glass behind him as he strokes his length up and down, balls drawing up tight.

“You’d have to stay still, though."

“Yes,” Harry breathes, picturing it now, like the countless times Draco has held him down—by the chest, the arms, the neck, sometimes—while he bounces up and down on his cock until they both come, sweaty and breathless.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“I want to come.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t come riding you,” Draco whispers.

“Draco…”

“Maybe I’d climb off you after you’ve spilled deep inside me, and we could switch. Maybe I could fuck the come out of you again, because you’re a dirty, needy little sl—”

Harry comes with a sharp, bitten off cry.

It spills down his fingers, splashes onto his t-shirt.

Draco chuckles. Harry hears him light another cigarette. “Good boy,” he croons.

“Fuck you,” Harry says with a breathless laugh, his head spinning. He gazes at the night sky through the foggy pane of glass above his head.

“Soon,” Draco whispers.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry drabble #kinkuary #wolfpants kinkuary '23 #draco/harry #harry/draco #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp fic #drarry art #drarry fanart

[kinkuary]

welcome to kinkuary 2023

happy new year to you all :) we're back!

if you're new, kinkuary is a low-key, no-pressure, all-fandom event. you can write (or draw, or whatever!) as many or as few prompts as you want, and they do not have to be posted on the exact day of the prompt if you need more time. there's no minimum word count or requirement for beta-reading, but i do request comprehensive tagging just because some of the prompts can involve triggers—we want everyone to have an enjoyable and safe fest :)

feel free to combine these prompts with other events (for example, if you're writing for a specific pairing, you can use one of these prompts to help guide your ficlet). you can switch fandoms and pairings if that floats your boat—this event is open to all, so feel free to reblog and tell all your friends in case they're looking for a little smutty inspiration this month!

if you have any questions, you can message me here or send an ask—please be patient as this is not my primary blog and i will only be checking it once a day.

you can find the ao3 collection here! happy creating!

*as in years past, this event is 18+ only. thank you for respecting this.

#kinkuary23 #kinkuary

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Penumbra

read on AO3

1k, Jennifer Check/Anita "Needy" Lesnicki, M-rating, for @femslashfeb’s Day #15 prompt “wild” and for @kinkuary’s Day #15 prompt “possessiveness” and for @yearoftheotpevent’s February prompt “if i kiss you, will you shut up?”

Summary: Needy begrudgingly goes along with Jennifer's dare: to kiss Jennifer right in front of Low Shoulder.

#jennifer's body #anita lesnicki #needy lesnicki #jennifer check #needy x jennifer #jennifer x needy #yearoftheotpevent #femslash #femslash february #femslash february 2023 #femslashfeb2023 #femslash feb 2023 #kinkuary #kinkuary 2023 #year of the otp #anita x jennifer #jennifer x anita #femslash fic #femslash fanfic

[savnofilter]

events masterlist

ᴀ/ɴ: oof never expect these to be posted on time- i needa do more events me thinks, but im very grateful that people interact and enjoy the ones i have done! very excited for future events.

🌴 kinktober

🌴 3k followers

AMAJIKI:

🌺 library fuck w/ tamaki

BAKUGO:

🌺 drums

🌺 waking bakugo w/ head

DABI:

🌺 dabi hit w/ sex pollen

🌺 domestic au

🌺 dummy thicc!reader hcs

SHINSO:

🌺 late night w/ shinso

TODOROKI:

🌺 todoroki taking care of depressed reader

GANG ORCA:

🌺 beach day w/ g. orca

🌴 kinktober

🌴 february love fest

      adults | students | series | drabbles | books

#kinktober #kinkuary #kinkay #3k event #amajiki x reader #bakugo x reader #dabi x reader #shinso x reader #todoroki x reader #gang orca x reader #event masterlist #d dabbles

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Soft As Silk - Seven of Nine/Raffi Musiker

A/N: Written for @kinkuary​ . 

Seven’s still not sure why fabric makes her feel so good. She’s used to cotton and leather, simple but flattering clothing that keep her safe, but when she’s here, tied down with scraps of silk ribbon, she feels safe too. Raffi smiles at her then, stroking silken gloves over bare skin and metal and Seven trembles at the tenderness. She’s not used to softness even now, but she loves every second of it. Raffi only sets aside a glove to slip fingers inside her, curling her fingers so gently that Seven shudders again, letting herself enjoy the slip and slide of fabric against her skin even as Raffi brings her to peak after peak, never once letting her fall too far. She’s safe, wanted and loved.

#kinkuary #kinkuary2023 #kinkuary 2023 #saffi #seven/raffi #raffi/seven #seven of nine #seven of nine/raffi musiker #raffi musiker #star trek picard

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

It has been a while since I made anything for A Study of Kink. Yes, it’s March already. And yes, this is late. So, here’s what I have for Ginsy, as part of @hpshipuary​ and @kinkuary​! I love this ship to pieces, but I’ve surprisingly haven’t drawn or written Ginny/Pansy yet. Planning to change that for this year (and already making progress!). Well, cheers, and enjoy this super spicy quadruple drabble! ;P Title: Again and Again (<- read the whole thing on AO3) Rating: Explicit WC: 400 Prompts: Begging, Overstimulation, Hair-pulling and Humiliation Tags: Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Multiple Orgasms, Semi-Public Sex, Locker Room, Fuckbuddies, Enemies to Lovers, Squirting Summary: Pansy never thought Ginny Weasley would get on her knees and go down on her in the Harpies’ locker room. But here they were, where anyone could see them.

She’s getting close again. Part of her wants to latch onto this euphoria forever. Eventually, she knows it’ll crash down and everything will flow out. Down her legs. All over a freckled face and pink lips. And into such a greedy mouth.

#hpshipuary2023 #kinkuary #ginsy #ginny weasley #pansy parkinson #ginny/pansy #hp fanfic #drabbles #fic challenge #wlw #femslash #spicy #my fic #self rec #fic rec #sugareey

[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 🙌

#hpshipuary #kinkuary #femslashfuckery #febuwhump #hp femslash

[siriusly-sapphic]

New Sirius/Narcissa oneshot

Written for day 1 of @kinkuary "Accidental Stimulation"

Title: Bad Ideas Pairing: Sirius Black/Narcissa Black Malfoy Rating: Explicit Word count: 2018 Warnings: The cousin thing Summary: She didn't mean to end up in this position, and she didn't mean for it to turn them on like that. But if life gives you lemons, or something?

Sirius and Narcissa fuck in the living room when they find themselves in a sorta compromising position. Link: AO3 Excerpt:

“When Andi said you’d stay here for the week because you’d burn the house down if left alone to work a muggle stove, I’d half expected you were at least capable of tidying a bloody living room.”

Sirius looked up at her from where he was standing in the middle of said blatantly untidied living room, a light frown on his face that Narcissa didn’t see as she refused to look away from her letter. “It appears you were mistaken,” she said sweetly, scratching out the last word she’d written down.

“Seems so,” Sirius snapped and Narcissa rolled her eyes. “Who are you writing to anyway?”

“Rodolphus Lestrange, I’m telling him every bit of the order’s information I’ve picked up from your friends,” Narcissa said casually, continuing to write her detailed opinion on Witch Weekly’s last gossip column. “I’ve been spying on you, you see. You caught me. Now leave me be.”

#sirius black #narcissa malfoy #sirius x narcissa #blackcest #hp rarepairs #kinkuary #hp fic #my fic

[danpuff-ao3]

written for @kinkuary 2023 (prompt: size kink)

gift for @consistentsquash 🤍

Draco/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 3695. Underage. Size kink. Small penis. Praise kink. Implied Snarry. First time. Voyeurism. Gratuitous use of pet names. Gratuitous use of fruit and flower comparisons. Self-indulgent.

Draco is trapped with Sirius at Number Twelve, the summer between fifth and sixth year. He's a shiny new toy Sirius can't resist.

Read on AO3

#danpuff writes #self rec #drarius #kinkuary

[wolfpants]

obedience (drarry, 1261 words)

Carrying on from my previous post, here's another 2k-or-less-Drarry-smutlet from my recent Kinkuary. Rated: E/nsfw Tags: D/s, Dom Draco/sub Harry, cock rings, humiliation, blow jobs, facials, possessive Draco, pet names, Ministry of Magic, parties, Healer Harry, Lawyer Draco In their relationship, Harry always does as he's told. ao3 link here, or keep reading

🥀🎭🍾🖤

The Ministry cafeteria is abuzz with activity. 

“I want you to wear this for me.” 

From his pocket, Draco produces a thin, coiled strap of handsome brown leather. 

He sets it on the table between his court documents and Harry’s lanyard from Mungo’s.

“Tonight,” he says as Harry quickly covers the strap with the palm of his hand, dragging it off the table to inspect it out of sight. It has a small brass buckle no larger than the tip of his thumb. It’s subtle, simplistic, fairly easy to hide, with the right fall of fabric.

“Underneath your dress robes,” Draco says.

“And this goes…”

Harry trails off and slips his finger under the buckle. 

“Yes,” says Draco. “Put it on five minutes before you’re due onstage. No sooner. Okay?”

Harry’s cheeks bloom with heat. He fiddles with the frames of his glasses, adjusting them against the bridge of his nose, suddenly a bit slippy with sweat.

“Yes, okay,” he says softly, folding his fingers over the leather in his hand to conceal it completely.

Draco picks up his tea—black, with a slice of lemon—and sips it slowly. Beneath the table, he taps Harry’s shin with the toe of his smart black brogue.

“Good boy,” he says appraisingly.

-

Harry finds Draco at the bar.

“Well?” Draco asks. 

He’s leaning casually against the bartop on one elbow, flute held loosely between dangling fingers adorned with delicate silver rings. His hair’s down for a change, the ends brushing his shoulders; the perfect picture of cool elegance.

“I’m wearing it,” Harry says, just loud enough for Draco to hear. “I put it on in the gent’s.” He turns his back against the bar and points his eyes straight ahead. The room is full of the most important people in British Wixen society, each of them getting drunker and drunker as the hours drag on. The hospital’s donations hang in the balance of what Harry does onstage in the next five minutes.

“Are you nervous?” Draco asks with a twist of a smirk.

Harry laughs roughly, accepting the glass of champagne Draco presses into his hand. He takes a sip.

“About what, exactly?”

Draco’s hand lingers and he slips his ring finger subtly beneath the hem of Harry’s jacket to touch the buttons of his dress shirt. He sidles closer, his mouth inches from Harry’s ear, his breath hot.

“Your speech?”

Harry suppresses a shudder and peers into his glass, bubbles melting against his tongue, sweet and sharp and strong.

“That’s old hat now,” he says. “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, then.” Draco slips his finger through a gap between Harry’s buttons, gently scraping the edge of his short, neatly manicured nail against Harry’s stomach. Heat immediately floods to Harry’s prick and he bites the inside of his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud. 

“Are you nervous about being hard in front of all these people?” Draco asks him hotly. “And not being able to do anything about it?”

Harry swallows. “No."

Draco hums. “You’re so good for me.” He drops his hand from Harry’s chest. “You’ll meet me outside after. Immediately.”

“Yes.”

A soft whisper, “Do you belong to me, Harry?”

A returning breath, “Yes.”

Harry spares Draco a quick glance. His grey eyes are alight, his cheeks rose-pink. 

Draco presses a single, gentle kiss to the corner of Harry’s lips. “Break a leg, darling.”

-

When Harry stumbles out of the theatre and onto the quiet cobbled street, he’s gasping for air, gulping great big lungfuls of the stuff.

It’s freezing.

Draco is waiting for him on the corner, fingering the face of his antique pocket watch that he slips into the pocket of his heavy winter coat when Harry approaches.

“How long’s it been?” Harry asks, sweat prickling his temples, his skin suddenly taking on a chill. He shivers, and Draco lifts the edge of his cloak, pulling Harry into it.

Harry groans, dropping his forehead against Draco’s collar, his cock hard and leaking and so fucking sensitive where it presses to Draco’s hip.

“Fifteen minutes, sweetheart,” Draco says softly. “Come on.”

And with a ripple of magic and a tug of gravity, they’re gone.

-

The old grandfather clock tick-tocks to the rhythm of Harry’s heart, currently roaring in his ears as Draco undresses him.

Draco slides each article of clothing off with care, his touches slow and caressing as he slips off Harry’s shoes one by one, his socks, his robes, shirt, belt, trousers.

His pants come off next, and Draco gets on his knees on the expensive rug to do it, both of them standing in the heart of their bedroom and surrounded by what must be two dozen candles Draco had set alight with magic as soon as they made it upstairs.

Draco is careful. He pulls Harry’s underwear off slowly, stretching the waistband so it doesn’t rub against the sensitive head of Harry’s cock.

The leather strap is buckled tight, wrapped around the shaft of Harry’s prick, tucked under his balls. 

Draco hums appreciatively, slipping the tip of his finger up and down the length of Harry’s cock, his skin tight and hot.

“Where would you like to put it, darling?” Draco slides his hands over Harry’s bare thighs, cupping his arse and slowly pulling his cheeks apart to pet at his dry hole. “Would you like me to ride it? Swallow it?”

Harry’s eyelids flutter, and he touches the top of Draco’s head, dizzy with want.

“Mouth,” he says roughly.

Draco’s fingers dig harder against Harry’s buttocks. “Hm?”

“Please,” Harry says.

“That’s a good boy,” Draco says, slurring the words, sticking out his tongue and lapping upwards from the leather-strapped base of Harry’s cock to the tip, sucking him back down into the wet bliss of his mouth.

Harry whimpers. "Please." He chokes on a moan as Draco wriggles the tip of his index finger inside him. He’s sweating, shaking, his vision going blurry. He puts a hand on top of Draco’s head for balance. “Please, Draco—I feel… I feel faint… please…”

Draco cups his fingers beneath Harry’s balls, now throbbing in pain, in pleasure, and he slowly unbuckles the strap of leather to set Harry free, all while pressing the flat of his tongue to the underside of Harry’s prick.

Harry’s orgasm is explosive. He shudders, falling forward, shooting hard and hot from the tip of his dick in thick spurts that splash onto Draco’s tongue, his lips, his cheek.

Draco laughs, a low sound, and nuzzles his face in against Harry’s hip, sucking a mark into his skin. 

He drops the strap to the floor, hugging his arms protectively around Harry’s waist as Harry slumps forward, boneless.

“Let’s take care of me now, hm?” Draco asks.

Harry nods his obedience.

-

Later, in bed, sweating and thoroughly shagged out, Harry rolls close to Draco and fits himself in against his narrow chest.

He used to hate this. 

Not Draco with his arms around him—never that. But his own… neediness. His deep desire for approval, for affection and attention.

That is, until he discovered Draco’s deep desire to offer it.

Draco laces their fingers together.

“You were so good tonight,” he says quietly, kissing the top of Harry’s head. “Everyone loved you.”

“Do you love me?” Harry asks him, a whisper.

Draco’s eyes darken and he tightens his arm around Harry’s shoulders, pulling him closer still. He presses a soft kiss to Harry’s lips, hands sliding possessively over Harry’s back. “More than anyone ever could, my darling,” he says, and Harry believes him.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry drabble #kinkuary #wolfpants kinkuary '23 #draco/harry #harry/draco #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp fic

[kinkuary]

day twenty-eight

find the rules and post to the collection here!

i will be leaving the collection open until march 8, so you can get caught up on any days you couldn't get to but want to post!

thanks so much to everyone who participated, and i'll see you all next year! :D

#kinkuary23 #kinkuary

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Fic: “Who Are You”

read on AO3

Fandom: Avatar: Legend of Korra

Rating: M (on AO3)

Summary: Asami loses Korra inside the Fog of Souls. She must get her back.

for @flashfictionfridayofficial​

for @femslashfeb​’s Day 10 prompt “sun”

for @febuwhump​’s Day 10 prompt “difficulty breathing”

for @kinkuary​’s Day 10 prompt “fisting”

for @yearoftheotpevent​​’s February prompt “established relationship”

"No!"

Asami shouts, terrified as everything in the Spirit World reverberates perilously.

The very ground she climbs.

Out of nowhere, a Dark spirit lunges.

 "Korra!"

Up high, Korra shouts back Asami's name, fiercely thrashing against the bounds of her capture. But it's too late… Asami can feel this in her heart.

Her girlfriend flies through the air, thrown into a deep ravine of fog, and disappears from Asami's line of sight.

 "KORRA!!"

*

One of the light spirits trails after Asami, frightened.

"The Avatar is lost," it murmurs. "She'll be wandering lost forever if she doesn't find her way out."

She remembers a conversation between Tenzin and Korra. The place where Jinora had gone missing. A Spirit World prison. It's made of a spirit itself, capable of draining a human's memories and their energy from them.

"I'll be careful, thank you," Asami tells it.

She's not leaving without Korra.

One way or another.

*

At the bottom of the ravine, Asami pants, struggling noticeably for a breath. She wanders, calling for Korra, trying to look through the thickening fog around her.

No answer.

Once or twice, a shadowy figure also wanders in the distance.

They're not a Korra-shaped shadow.

Nervously, Asami keeps moving.

*

It's getting dark.

Asami misses the sunlight of the physical world, the heat covering Asami's bared arms…

She…

She…

What is… she… doing down here?

And who is she…?

*

She…

She runs a gloved hand over her mouth, fingers quivering and clenching.

There's something missing here. Something important.

Very, very important to her…

"Asami?"

Korra sprints to her, grasping onto Asami's fingers tensing.

"Oh! Oh thank La!" she says breathlessly, Korra's hands now grasping onto the sides of Asami's face. "I thought I lost you!"

 "Who…"

Asami's pupils shrink. Her mouth quivers visibly.

 "Who are you…"

Korra hesitates, gazing over the tormented expression from the other woman.

"Shhh. I'm gonna help you, Asami," she says softly, leading a daze-eyed Asami by the hand. "Don't worry. You're safe with me."

 "I am…?"

"You always are," Korra tells her, resisting the urge for a long, comfortingly kiss.

That'll come later.

*

The fog goes on and on…

Endless…

*

"Korra?"

She gasps, finding it difficult to breath. Asami… Asami, that's her own name…

Panic flares inside her.

No air.

No.

"Hey, you're okay," Korra whispers, sitting her down with Asami's hands clasped in hers and kneeling.

 "No…"

"I've got you, Asami. We're out."

Asami opens her eyes, seeing the landscape of Spirit World vines intertwined under her feet. Are those city buildings? Republic City?

"When… did we…"

"We got a dragon bird spirit ride back to the portal." Korra frowns, brushing a dark curl out of Asami's face. "Breathe."

She does, finding it easier.

"I was trying to save you, Korra… and I forgot myself…"

Asami lets out a frustrated noise, but doesn't look away from the thoughtful benevolence in Korra's frown.

 "And you…"

"What matters is that we left together. I love you, Asami," Korra murmurs, hugging her like she hasn't seen Asami in days.

She drops her chin against Korra's shoulder, finally relaxing.

"I love you too."

Korra leans out, and then leans quickly in, stifling a giggle into their kiss when as Asami's lips curl into a smile.

#legend of korra #korrasami #flash fiction friday #femslash #femslash february #femslash february 2023 #febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhump 2023 #kinkuary #kinkuary 2023 #asami sato #korra #avatar korra #asami x korra #korra x asami #avatar: legend of korra #the legend of korra #tlok korra #lok #a:tlok #korrasami fanfiction #femslash feb 2023 #femslashfeb2023 #femslash fic #femslash fanfic

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Naughty Needs - Alex Eames/Paula Gyson/Bobby Goren

A/N: Filling the wildcard slot for @kinkuary​. 

^ Gif by my best girl @notsosecretlyalesbian​

It’s been a while since either of them addressed the clear need between them. Alex is quiet, tense and Bobby doesn’t know how to fix it. Then he finds her, alone, curled around a heating pad and trying to hide how much pain she’s in. This, here, he can fix. She leans into him when he scoops her up, accepting the kiss he presses to her lips even as he takes her home. She’s still slightly tense when he settles her on the bed, her eyes closing when she feels his hands move over her. She undressed in minutes, then he is, his smile soft at the way she spreads open to him as he picks her up. “Bobby…” “Shhh.” He almost purrs at her, proud as she melts into him, her breath catching at the sudden fullness. “Fuck… Bobby.”

“Better?” “Mm.” Alex can’t help but nod, her breathing hitching at the pace, her eyes closing when his lips find her ear, legs wrapping tighter around him. "You can thank Paula for this." She bucks to him then and he chuckles, fucking deeper into her as he speaks. “Maybe I can actually help you more often?”

“Maybe… or you could… bring Paula home?”

“You’d prefer her?”

He asks softly, pulling her harder into his pace and she whimpers, clenching around him as she fights not to let herself shake undone yet.

“No… but she would be… a nice addition.”

“Then we’ll bring her home.”

Bobby promises, smirking when Alex lets herself shiver undone, pulling her against him as he finds his release inside her.

“I’m still going to try and make you come undone at least six more times…”

“Please do.”

Later, Paula pressed between them feels right, Bobby is fucking deeper into Paula than he had Alex, Alex’s smile soft with each soft whimper that escapes Paula, the gentle press of Paula’s fingers inside her is helping keep the pain at bay but she is happiest knowing she has them both. Bobby who can and will fuck the pain away and Paula who will submit beautifully for her when she needs to, or can take complete control of her when it’s Alex who needs someone to control the situation.

She used to dread periods, she used to hate admitting she needed this release, but now, here, with her lovers, she knows she doesn’t have to be afraid ever again.

#menstrual sex #alex eames #paula gyson #bobby goren #alex/bobby #alex/paula #paula/alex #bobby/paula #bobby/alex #paula/bobby #kinkuary #kinkuary2023 #kinkuary 2023 #law and order: criminal intent #law & order criminal intent

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

Title: Help Me Out (<- on AO3) Rating: Explicit WC: 3.3k Tags: Hand & Finger Kink, Praise Kink, Comeplay, Begging, Hair-pulling, Shower Sex, Hand Jobs, Biting, Rough Kissing, Dirty Talk, Friends to Lovers, Developing Relationship, Porn with Feelings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Kink Discovery, Surprises, Bruises, Marking, First Time, Scent Marking, Teasing, Consent, Alpha Derek Hale, Human Stiles Stilinski, POV Stiles Stilinski Summary: Just when Stiles thought about saying something, Derek surprised him again. As soon as they both broke apart, Derek took one of Stiles’ hands. Lifted it up to his swollen, red mouth. And slid two digits right in. [Or: Things get a bit heated when Stiles and Derek take a shower together for the first time.] ___ Written for @yearoftheotpevent‘s March prompt "make me" and quite a few @kinkuary prompts (aka first time, hair/hair-pulling, begging, praise kink, comeplay, and a wild card, which ended up being hand/finger kink). If you’re asking where the hell this fic came from, I honestly couldn’t tell you. This was definitely a very belated Kinkuary creation, and yeah, this is also a quite a few days late for YOTP's March prompt. It took some real effort to reign this spicy story in, since my limited time for stress-writing without interruptions has been almost non-existent with RL. Nevertheless, it was a small win that I got to finish this! Also a win that this is my first Sterek one shot and PWP fic. While I definitely read a hell lotta of spice, I’m not usually a person to write it. But sometimes an idea just springs up and one just has to just go with the flow. I’m also a sucker for sexy shower and bathing fics. So, here’s another one for folks into delve right into. I couldn’t help myself. You’re welcome. Cheers, and enjoy! :D

#kinkuary #year of the otp #teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #spicy #fic challenge #my fic #self rec #fic rec #sugareey