#HP Kinktober 2023

[sailtomarina]

Mare of Desire

cw: smut, sex pollen

“Granger, are you sure we should be out here?”

She ignored his question and tugged on Draco’s hand insistently, leading him into the darkness. He nearly stumbled on a tree root in her haste. He didn’t fancy falling flat on his face in front of the girl he’d just convinced to take his bid for friendship seriously.

“Granger, slow down.”

She spun around with a huff and smacked him on his chest.

“Ow!” Draco rubbed at the spot where she’d hit him. Why was she always hitting him?

“Oh, stuff it, Malfoy. I didn’t hit you that hard.” She smirked at the wounded look he gave her and he wondered for the millionth time why he liked this witch. She was violent. She was mouthy. She made him want to tear his hair out.

He also desperately wanted to snog her until she couldn’t breathe, until she slumped in his arms and he swept her up and dragged her straight into his bed.

First thing’s first.

“Where are you taking us?”

“Trust me?” The smirk remained, but her eyes had relaxed as she searched his eyes and waited.

“Against my better judgment, yes.”

The tiny uptick of her lips widened into a grin that on any other face might be labeled evil. Granger made it look inviting. “Then let’s go.”

Her hand tightened on his and she took off again at a more measured pace. They pressed deeper into the Forbidden Forest, and Draco tried to ignore the coldness creeping across his skin, tendrils winding their way beneath the collar of his shirt and curling into his hair. They were legally adults now. The centaurs would be well within their rights to treat them accordingly if they caught them, students or not.

He tried to focus instead of the girl in front of him. Her ponytail bobbed along as she pressed forward, curls bouncing, almost inviting him to touch them. She kept up a steady hike like she’d been wandering forests all her life. Draco considered himself fit enough with Quidditch, despite the past couple of years without, but even he was feeling a tad winded from their nonstop stride. 

Just as he opened his mouth to ask her where she got all her energy from, she slowed down.

“I think it’s just up ahead.”

Draco peered past the surrounding gloom towards the soft glow beyond the small hill in their path.

“What is that?”

He only received a gentle squeeze on his hand in response. Hermione proceeded much more cautiously than she had first the bulk of their journey. Interestingly, the fear that had threatened to wrap him in a chilly embrace had abated. He wouldn’t say that he was warm, exactly, but he did feel strangely drawn to the light ahead of them.

They both gasped the moment they crested the incline. Before them sprawled a small, moonlit glade throughout which a field of dark purple flowers Draco had never before seen grew and cast a lilac glow all around them.

“They’re more beautiful than I expected,” Hermione breathed, voice reverent in her awe. 

“How did you know about this place? What are these?” As stunned as Draco was at the sight, he couldn’t shake the caution that warned him that they did not belong. As a Potions Master, his godfather had instilled in Draco a healthy respect for plant life, most especially unknown flora.

“Luna found it.”

That revelation did little to assuage Draco’s wariness. It did the opposite. He backed up a few steps, and since Granger still held his hand in hers, she looked back startled at his retreat.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t think we should be here.” Was it just him, or did the flower heads seem to all turn their direction as if watching? He shuddered at the horrible notion.

“You said you trust me, right?”

His eyes snapped back towards hers. All teasing was gone. In its place was genuine concern. She bit her lip as she waited for his reply, and he couldn’t stop himself from licking his own.

“Yeah.”

“Then keep on trusting me,” she murmured, brows rising high on her forehead in a plea. 

Without any further protest, he followed her straight into the purple haze. The flowers along the path seemed to part and accept the humans who thought themselves safe. Neither Draco or Hermione brushed the petals that arced away even as wizard and witch continued their climb.

“Here we are.” She came to a stop in front of one of the mysterious plants. Unlike the others, with their vibrant violet petals, this one was so dark and swollen it might have been identified as a poisonous variety. Rather than drop Draco’s hand, Hermione turned to beckon him forward next to her. “I’ll cut it. Try to catch it without moving it too much. Keep it upright.”

He nodded his understanding and raised his free hand to hover in preparation. One severing charm later, and the bud landed softly in the palm of his hand.

“Gently now,” she breathed, watching him as he pulled their spoils closer. “One moment…”

She fumbled at her bag. While she did so, Draco found himself leaning forward. Why had she been so particular about the flower’s handling? His head bent as his wrist tipped, nose brushing against the opening. There was a fleeting fragrance, one he hadn’t noticed before somehow, even surrounded as they were.

Herimone popped back upright, jar in hand. “Here we are—Draco, no!”

He inhaled deeply, heady with a perfume both alien and altogether too familiar. Salty, tangy, sweet, fleeting, all-encompassing—

His nose was almost buried within the opening, pressed up against the stigma and its surrounding stamen. A painful grip on the back of his head yanked him backwards, sending a cloud of yellow pollen into the air around them.

Of course, Hermione breathed in as she opened her mouth to no doubt yell at him for his stupidity. The tight strain on his strands loosened, and she shuddered in place as she, too, inhaled deeply a second time. They stood there, sucking in lungfuls of pollen-filled air like a couple of addicts.

It could have been mere minutes, or hours. They were never sure. When they came to their senses, the moon still hung in the sky, the flowers around them still gave off their light, but the black specimen for which she had searched through the entire field hung limp in Draco’s fist, lacking its original turgidity.

“I’m sorry, I have no idea what came over me—” Draco turned to face her in his apology, but froze the instant their eyes connected.

Whatever caused the other flowers to glow seemed to now affect Granger, the same lilac shade radiating off her pale skin.

“Draco…you’re glowing…” she whispered.

He’d look down at himself, but found he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers. Now that they stood close, noses brushing against one another in their inspection, he could see gold flecks throughout irises he’d once thought only dark brown. Thick lashes blinked, and he mimicked her action.

“I feel…strange.”

“Me too.”

They whispered to one another as if afraid someone would overhear them, but of course they were all alone in their glade.

“What was that flower?” His lips hovered over her own. He wasn’t quite touching.

“A Mare of Delight.” Her tiny puffs of air teased him. “It’s a—”

“Powerful aphrodisiac. It’s a myth,” he finished for her. He’d heard the stories. The boys always liked to toss back and forth what ifs about the legendary plant. WIthout even thinking about it, his hands slid into her hair, tugging her head back so he arched over her like a predator about to devour its prey.

“It’s not a myth.” Fingers grasped his collar and tried to tug him forward.

“It is,” he choked out, straining against her pull but not stepping away, either.

“Then why do you want to fuck me so badly right now?”

Her vulgarity shocked him almost as much as it turned him on.

“I wanted to before we even came down here.”

The moment the words left his lips, her eyes flashed and she wound her arms around his neck to yank him down to the ground with her.  Draco struggled to not crush her with his weight, forearms dropping to cage her in beneath him, knee parting her thighs.

“I also have something to confess,” she drawled in a near perfect imitation of his usual unaffected veneer. She arched her hips up against his leg and he couldn’t stop himself from pressing back into her.

“And what’s that?”

The combination of her body pulling him forward and the pressure of his swollen need within the too-tight confines of his trousers had him mad with need.

“I want the same thing.” Faster than he could react, she dropped a hand between them and squeezed.

He didn’t think he’d ever seen her look so pleased as he jerked into her grasp. “Granger…” he groaned, still holding himself back.

She wasn’t having any of that. Both hands now at work, she tugged open his trousers and slipped one in to palm him skin to skin.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to, shit Granger—” With a shout, he came, the wetness of his cum covering her hand and his own clothing. The relief was immediate, radiating outwards to his limbs and giving him a brief moment of lightheadedness.

She squeezed once more.

Fuck.

He was still hard.

Hermione leaned forward to nibble at his ear, her fingers continuing to stroke through his spend. “My turn.”

She sat up slowly and pushed against his chest with the palm of her hand, encouraging him to fall onto his back with her hovering above him. With a wink, Hermione tucked her fingers, one set clean, the other sticky, under the waistband to tug off his bottoms. A glorious mess covered his crotch. He would’ve been embarrassed if not for the way she bent down and immediately licked up the underside of his shaft.

“You taste delicious.”

He laughed in disbelief as she proceeded to lap up every bit of evidence until he glistened with her spit, the tip of his cock oozing more precum in anticipation of more.

“Take off your shirt,” she ordered. He raised a brow at her tone, but did as she asked, undoing the buttons and shrugging off the layers as she stood up to do the same. 

The moon and surrounding flora only added to her light from within, the very tips of her fingers, nipples, and hair brightened by the force propelling them both towards one another. Blame the Mare of Delight. Call it fulfilled fantasies. They now followed a path that would not be deterred by anything less than a cataclysmic disaster.

He held out his hand in invitation. She took it.

Hermione straddled him, one hand positioning him at her entrance. Draco wanted to stop her, to pull her up and have her sink onto his face. She deserved nothing less than to be worshipped. He craved a taste, to drink in her essence and make her scream out his name from his tongue alone.

One warning look from her put such thoughts aside. He would sample another time, if she’d let him. He wouldn’t keep from her what she demanded in this moment; he didn’t have it in him to deny her. The barest brush of his cock against her proved he wasn’t the only one leaking from want. She was drenched in her own juices, and they liberally coated him as she made one pass, then two. She notched him in place before setting both hands atop his knees, then, with a sigh of relief, sank down to take him in fully.

Maddening heat. Pressure from all sides. A sleeve of molten liquid.

She felt like everything he’d dreamed, but nowhere near what he’d imagined. 

She was more.

She was his.

Using his knees as leverage, she pulled up to the tip, then dropped down with force, grinding at the hilt and squeezing her inner muscles. They both moaned at the thrumming pleasure that held them over the edge. Only two strokes, and Draco was ready to explode.

“I’m so close,” she panted. 

He couldn’t even reply, he was so focused on not finishing before her. Instead, he grabbed onto her hips and rocked into her even deeper. She nearly fell onto him in her shock, palms slapping down onto his chest to stay upright. The look she gave him begged permission, and he jerked out a single nod.

Keeping her hands on his pecs, she used him in her pursuit of her own climax. All Draco could do was hold on for dear life. She rode him with abandon, panting loudly, thighs quivering each time she slammed back down onto him.

“Un, un, un!” She’d lost her battle with words. He could feel her walls pulsing in a warning, one he took seriously.

He rotated his thumb to hover around the hood of her clit. She whined at the hint of his touch and he increased pressure to rub circles in time to her own thrusts. Hermione’s grip on his skin tightened, nails digging into the skin. Her mouth dropped open as she flung her head back.

“Ahhhh, ahh!” The moment she convulsed, he firmly grasped her hips and took over for her, lifting and bringing her back down to prolong her ecstasy. He felt his cock swell, then explode deep into her. The thought that he filled her consumed him with a rabid desire to possess.

He gripped the back of her neck to protect her as he flipped them over. She squealed at the change in position, hands flying out to grab onto the stems of the nearby plant life and hanging on as he took control. Even though he’d come twice now, he still felt painfully hard.

Keeping his hand behind her head, fingers sliding up and into her curls, he used his other hand to grasp her thigh and spread her wide. He’d probably leave bruises, but that made him mad with need, too. His cum in her, his marks on her skin. 

His.

With that word echoing in his mind and need vibrating through his core straight into his cock, he drove into her repeatedly with a reckless desire to own her completely. He wanted her to ache with the feeling of him inside of her for weeks. His spend would leak past her knickers and drip down her legs and leave a trail for everyone to know that she was taken.

His heart pounded so loudly he felt deafened by his own race to completion. The closer he got, the more reluctant he felt about letting go. He desperately needed to finish. He never wanted this moment to end.

The twisted emotions must have shown on his face, because one moment he was in agony, and the next he felt fingers winding into his hair, palms cupping his face.

“Draco.”

The soft plea of his name caused him to slow. He looked up from her gorgeous bouncing tits, the nipples flushed pink, and fell into the pools of her eyes. He was drawn forward, his body pressing close, chest to chest.

“Kiss me, Draco,” she whispered.

Had they not…? Oh.

His mouth sought her own, and the moment they touched, he was lost in her, all worries falling away. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips. Upon the parting of them, she delved in and mimicked the rhythm of his hips, circling and sucking and shoving him right up against the precipice of his inevitable destruction.

Her kiss inhaled his moan as his release struck, sure and complete. He bucked with each pulse of spend coating her insides. She continued to hold him close as he groaned and rode out his pleasure until only ripples remained. With a final nip to her bottom lip, he collapsed, finally spent and all energy drained out of him and into her.

They must have fallen asleep like that, Draco’s body weighing her down, Hermione’s holding him close in acceptance, because the next thing he remembered was his eyes opening to the sensation of fingers tracing patterns on his back. They’d somehow rotated onto their sides, their arms and legs still intertwined.

“Fucking Luna,” he murmured. Runes. She was drawing runes on him. Protection. Devotion.

“I hope not,” Hermione teased in reply. 

He huffed, still reluctant to move and dispel this dream they’d fallen into. “I’m yours, now, you minx. Unless that wasn’t already clear.”

Propping her head up on one hand, she looked down at him, a smile threatening to take over her expression. “Yeah?”

He found the energy to dart out a hand and tweaked her nipple.

“Hey!”

“Yours,” he affirmed.

Hermione sobered at his tone, bringing her free hand up to cover his own where it still lay close to her chest. She brought it up to drop a kiss to their knuckles. She met his gaze, eyes softening and a smile filling her features and his heart with warmth.

“And I’m yours.”

WC 2864

10/7 "Sex Pollen" prompt for 2023 @hpkinktober Fest

Cross posted on AO3

This is my first time participating in Kinktober, not surprising really since I only started writing fanfiction last December. I'm still kinda shy about writing straight smut with very little to no story, so…yeah. Here's my attempt! Sex! Plants! What more could I ask for?

#hp kinktober 2023 #dramione #dhr fanfiction #draco malfoy x hermione granger #harry potter fanfiction #hermione granger #draco malfoy #sex pollen

[hpkinktober]

HP Kinktober will be running for 2023! All HP pairings and ships are welcome. We're not sure if we'll be able to do daily graphics/posts of the prompts this year, so save this list!

AO3 Collection: HPKinktober2023 Tumblr: hpkinktober

Rules:

1. Please tag your fics as accurately as possible. 2. Due to the nature of this fest, this is 18 and up only.

More information and the list of prompts can be found below the break.

It's encouraged that you post on the day of the prompt if possible, but you can really post whenever you want. Prompts can be combined all into one fic, written as one-shots, or mix and match—it’s all up to you!

All HP pairings and ships are welcome.

Hosted by: @manixzen, @anaxandria-writes, and @withgreatelan

This collection is open and unmoderated, so viewer discretion is advised, and please tag your works as accurately as possible.

Daily Prompts

1. Devil's snare 2. Orgasm Denial 3. Werewolves 4. Cockwarming 5. Firewhiskey 6. Collaring 7. Sex Pollen 8. Pensieve 9. Omegaverse 10. Mandrakes 11. Dragons / Dragon Eggs 12. Breathplay 13. Bathing 14. Voyeurism 15. Owl Post 16. Wings 17. Closets 18. School Uniform 19. Dungeons 20. Breeding 21. Brooms 22. Legilimency 23. Monsterfucking 24. Power Imbalance 25. Portkey 26. Bondage 27. Room of Requirement 28. Remembrall 29. Knotting 30. Formalwear 31. Aftercare

Alternatives (Can be swapped out for any day) Alt 1: Object Insertion Alt 2: Age Play Alt 3: Threesome (or more) Alt 4: Wandless Magic

#hp fanfic #hp fanfic fest #kinktober #hpkinktober #hp kinktober 2023 #drarry #wolfstar #dramione #hp rare pair

[dakogutin]

@hpkinktober alt3 prompt: moresome (+voyeurism which was day14) im so sad i missed the actual day of that prompt i just happened to have had the toughest exam that day hhh

Lily was the one to bring it up.

“Do you miss Sirius?”

James laughs, surprised and a little bit confused. He sets the Daily Prophet down his lap in favour of meeting her gaze across the breakfast table. “Maybe? I don’t know, I mean we’ve just had dinner with him and Moony the other day. Why? Do you?”

“It’s just… I know how close you two were.”

“We still are,” James trails off. 

Their past relationship had been one of James’ first confessions when he and Lily became an official couple, and that was way back in their Hogwarts days. The memory of the conversation was ingrained in James’ mind.

She had nodded that time, eyes deep in thought, then shrugged. “I knew something was going on between you two.”

That made him fall in love with her even more. He was right. She knew.

“You don’t mind?”

She placed a kiss on his hanging lips. “Why should I?” 

“He’s already dating Remus, you know.”  

“Do you want me to be mad?” she chuckled.

And James thought she was cheating with that question because maybe he did, maybe he wanted her to find something wrong with whatever he and Sirius had. It was far from something normal teenagers would do; swap boyfriends– or, well, Sirius wasn’t a boyfriend. Remus was definitely Sirius’ boyfriend. James is… not. 

But the thing is, he never got to answer because Lily was running her nimble fingers all over his hair, her nails were scraping his scalp, tugging ever so softly, and she was straddling his lap.  It’s more than enough to have all his thoughts fly out the window.

Since then he and Sirius stopped seeing each other that way without properly saying goodbye, just silently acknowledging that it had passed, that they’re both equally devoted to only their respective partners.

It was never brought up again. Until now, that is.

Oh. 

James sits up straighter, opens and closes his mouth, unsure what or how to say it. Is she really going for that conversation? He clears his throat. “You mean…?”

“Yes, James," she says, wryly, "I mean that.”

“But it’s been so long! Why would you think–”

“Exactly why I ask.” She flips her hair over her shoulder and leans forward, a posture she reserves for when she really means business. But her eyes are soft as she reaches for his hands. “Do you miss him? You know you can be honest with me.”

James continues to flounder with his words. “I don’t want to… Is this a test?”

Lily chuckles and shakes her head. “I’m not going to take it that way, despite what you apparently think.”

A fleeting rush of adoration washes over him of how Lily knows him too well; how he doesn’t need to finish his sentences with her. And then he does think of Sirius. How he’d been the first— and only one— to do that in James’ life, to know him right down to his core. Lily’s right. She’s not going to take it that way. She knows what went down between him and Sirius, and from her response back then to her intrigue at present, there’s no room for jealousy.

So he answers her honestly. “I do.”

(read on ao3)

#it's that time again where i rise from the ashes of writer's block with *pwp* lmao #jily+wolfstar!!! #wolfstar #wolfstarbucks #jilypad #wolfstar smut #jily #prongsfoot #prongsfoot smut #hp kinktober 2023

[theresthesnitch]

Snitch's Kinktober Recap

With October finally done, I thought I'd do a quick recap on my @hpkinktober fics!

Quiet as a Menace

Prompt: cockwarming. Wolfstar, muggle AU, age gap, voyeurism/exhibitionism

To cede control

Prompt: collaring. Wolfstar, canon compliant, lie low at Lupin's, angsty.

Memories and Mischief

Prompt: pensieve. Wolfstar, with background Jily and Dorlene. Pensieve porn memories, first meeting, strangers and lovers.

Don't Get Caught

Prompt: Voyeurism. Wolfstarbucks, Moonchaser, Hogwarts setting, voyeurism, exhibitionism.

Hold Me, Softly

Prompt: bondage, aftercare. Wolfstar, shibari, suspension bondage, heavy focus on aftercare, established relationship.

fly away with me

Prompt: wings. Wolfstar, disabled Remus, wings as a mobility aid, pre-relationship wolfstar, accidental stimulation, first time, mutual pining.

One Man Quidditch Team

Prompt: brooms. Jily, established relationship, erotic tattoos, fluff and smut.

Taming of the Menace

Prompt: power imbalance. Follow up to Quiet as a Menace. Wolfstar, age gap, cock cage, orgasm delay, light dom/sub.

Hidden Pleasures

Prompt: portkey. Wolfstar, anonymous hook up, potion assisted anonymity.

#snitchwrites #hp kinktober 2023 #wrap up #not a bad showing #if I don't say so myself

[hihimissamericanbi]

*Fresh Fic*

WAKE UP tumblr @emeryhall and I did a thing!!!

May we present to you, for your horny pleasure, 14K worth of our very first Drarry smut for @hpkinktober Day 8: Pensieve!!!! (Yes we are late don't judge)

Inspired by @delusionisaplace and their "inexperienced" smut prompts: "show me how you like it" ~ "are you sure you want to do this?" ~ "I've never done this before"

HAVE FUN DARLINGS!!

#hp kinktober 2023 #inexperienced smut prompts #drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry smut #hp fanfic #hp smut #crack smut #but like still hot #and with feelings #pensieve #inappropriate use of wands #and Witch Weekly #and Harry's toothbrush #and Draco's pillow #and more! #exhibitionism kink #voyeurism kink #light dom/sub #power play

[annanother-thing]

Lab Partners

For @hpkinktober

Day 17: Closets

Ron/Blaise, 1.3k, E

Ron needs to work out if he's into men without Ginny finding out, because she is desperate to get their mum off her case. Blaise is happy to help out.

Read on AO3

#hp kinktober 2023 #blairon #hp fanfic #anna writes things

[danpuff-ao3]

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 5,403. Ambiguous age. Dubious consent. Sex pollen. Non-linear Narrative. Angst. Ambiguous/open ending.

Neville brings sex pollen to a inter-House party, and Harry wakes up in Professor Snape's bed.

Written for @hpkinktober & @hp-flowers. Kinktober prompt: Sex Pollen. HP Flowers prompts: primrose (spring 2023) and hyacinth (spring 2022).

Read on AO3

#danpuff writes #self rec #snarry #hp kinktober 2023 #hp flowers 2023

[schmem14]

...Aaaaand that's a wrap!

31 ficlets 31 days 31 kinks 12 dead doves 32,271 words 30 pairings 27 RARE pairs

Happy Halloween, and thanks to ALL who cheered me on on one way or another! Thanks to @hpkinktober for curating the prompt list and hosting the fest!

***for author's favorites

Schmem_14's HP Kinktober Masterlist:

Day 1: Devil's Snare Summary: Punishments for bad behaviour don't seem to work on Neville. Professor Snape decides to have a go.  Pairing: Severus Snape/Neville Longbottom CW: Dead Dove, Do Not Eat, DH AU, Underage (17), Rape/Non-con (No penetration), Spanking/Whipping, Bondage, Masturbation, Orgasm Denial/Edging Rating: E

Day 2: Orgasm Denial Summary: Colin Creevey lost interest in Harry ages ago. Now that the tables have turned, what's it going to take to get Colin to want him? Pairing: Harry Potter/Colin Creevey CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dark!Harry, Non-con/Rape, Bondage/Shibari, Imperius curse, Jealousy, Angst, Implied blackmail Rating: E

Day 3: Werewolves Summary: Sirius visits a brothel that specializes in dangerous tastes... he doesn't expect to fall in love. Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CW: Edwardian AU, Brothels, Prostitution/Sex Work, Implied bestiality, Dubious consent, UHEA Rating: M

Day 4: Cockwarming Summary: Lucius tires of Draco's entitlement. Harry offers him the perfect revenge. Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter, Minor Draco/Harry, Narcissa/Lucius CW: Pseudo-incest, Infidelity Rating: E

Day 5: Firewhisky Summary: Bill asks Ron to look after Fleur while he's away. Little does Ron know what that entails. Pairing: Ron Weasley/Fleur Delacour Weasley CW: Pseudo-Incest, Lactation kink, Consensual Infidelity, Drinking Rating: M

Day 6: Collaring*** Summary: Voldemort celebrates his victory by acquiring a new pet. Pairing: Voldemort/Rubeus Hagrid CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Voldemort Wins AU, MCD, Pet Play, Rape/Non-con, Dubious Consent, Sex Slave, Trauma, Grief, Whipping, Horcruxes, Brainwashing, First Person POV Rating: E

Day 7: Sex Pollen Summary: Percy accidentally knocks over a fungus planter on his way to break up a fight between Oliver and Marcus. Pairing: Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint CW: Dubious consent, Possible Underage (17/18), Infidelity, Threesome, Frotting, Masturbation Rating: M

Day 8: Pensieve Summary: Harry has strange dreams and memories that don't feel like his. Weirder still is his sudden craving for MILF... Pairing: Harry Potter/Molly Weasley CW: Dark!Molly, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Memory-tampering, Unreliable narrator, Dubious consent, Arthur dies AU Rating: M

Day 9: Omegaverse*** Summary: Ron has good reasons for keeping Hermione out of public spaces. She convinces him to go out, just this once... Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/non-con, A/B/O, dubious consent, watersports, Infidelity, Threesome, Breeding Kink, Cuckolding Rating: E

Day 10: Mandrakes*** Summary: Romilda and Colin find Harry in a compromising position. Pairing: Harry Potter/Romilda Vane, Harry Potter/Colin Creevey CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con (oral sex only), Somnophilia, Colin lives AU, Hogwarts Eighth-year, Underage (17) Rating: E

Day 11: Dragons/Dragon Eggs Summary: Hagrid was born to be bred by a dragon. Pairing: Rubeus Hagrid/Norwegian Ridgeback CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Breeding Kink, Dubious consent, Monsterfucking, Egg-smuggling, Object-insertion, Thievery, Blood Rating: E

Day 12: Age Play Summary: The voice in Luna's head urges her to comfort Xenophilius in his time of need. Pairing: Luna Lovegood/Xenophilius Lovegood CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Underage, Father/Daughter Incest, Dubious consent, Aging potion, Suicidal thoughts, Blood, First time Rating: M

Day 13: Bathing Summary: Myrtle's crush on Draco escalates beyond anything she thought possible Pairing: Myrtle Warren/Draco Malfoy CW: Non-consensual voyeurism, Dubious consent, Underage (16), Plasmic Penetration Rating: M

Day 14: Voyeurism Summary: Harry has something Horace wants and he'll trade it for his freedom. Be careful what you wish for, Harry... Pairing: Horace Slughorn/Multiple, Harry/Draco CW: Underage (implied), Non-consensual Voyeurism, Unethical behaviour, Masturbation, Bath sex Rating: M

Day 15: Owl Post*** Summary: Percy receives inappropriate notes from an anonymous admirer. What would his girlfriend say? Pairing: Percy Weasley/Marcus Flint CW: Stalking, Harassment, Watersports (mentioned), Infidelity Rating: E

Day 16: Wings Summary: Fleur feels uneasy about her upcoming marriage to Bill. She goes to him for reassurance. Pairing: Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Fleur/Multiple CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Whump, Gang Rape, Violence, Canon Divergent AU (Fleur and Bill wait until after the war to get married), Dark Bill, Dark Weasleys and Harry, Dosing/Potions, UHEA Rating: M

Day 17: Closets*** Summary: Percy is trying to lay low at the ministry, but Yaxley has other plans. Pairing: Percy Weasley/Corban Yaxley CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Dubious consent, Lust potion, Extortion, Fuck or Die (sort of), Deathly Hallows AU Rating: M

Day 18: School Uniform*** Summary: There's a new witch in school... Or, Malfoy tries a new look, and it captures Harry and Ron's attention. Pairing: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy CW: None! Rating: M

Day 19: Dungeons Summary: Argus Filch finally has permission to whip rule breakers. His first two targets are already lined up... Pairing: Argus Filch/Fred Weasley, Argus Filch/George Weasley CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Staff/Student, OOTP AU, Whipping, Bondage, Masturbation, Whump Rating: E

Day 20: Breeding Summary: Hermione comes to Arthur with a problem only he can help with. Pairing: Hermione Granger/Arthur Weasley CW: Pseudo Incest, Infidelity, Lactation kink, Pregnancy Rating: M

Day 21: Brooms Summary: George pulls his most devious prank ever on Harry... Pairing: George Weasley/Harry Potter CW: Dubious consent, Public indecency, public masturbation, humiliation, pranks, dildos. Rating: M

Day 22: Legilimency*** Summary: Draco has been craving pastry from Harry's bakery for ages... if only he could pluck the courage to go inside Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy CW: None Rating: E

Day 23: Monsterfucking Summary: Lavender has a plan to seduce the hottest teacher in the school... Pairing: Lavender Brown/Firenze CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Consensual Non-Consent, Fuck AND Die, MCD, Lust potion, Non-consensual dosing, Teacher/Student relationship, stomach bulges Rating: E

Day 24: Power Imbalance*** Summary: Cormac has a thing for his assistant. He’s delighted when she plays along… Pairing: Cormac McLaggen/Hermione Granger CW: Employer/Employee, Dubious Consent, Extortion Rating: M

Day 25: Portkey Summary: Draco leaves his dildo on the wall of the shower... he hopes his new flatmate finds it and uses it. Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter CW: Inappropriate Use of Portkey, Exhibitionism Rating: E

Day 26: Bondage*** Summary: How long can Marcus resist Percy when he's always such a bossy tease? Pairing: Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley CW: Secretary (Unethical relationship), BDSM, Cock cage/chastity belt, Butt plugs, Orgasm denial Rating: E

Day 27: Room of Requirement Summary: It's too bad the Room of Requirement can't give Sirius what he REALLY wants Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CW: drug use (marijuana), UST, unrequited love Rating: M

Day 28: Rememberall Summary: Bellatrix really likes to fuck Longbottoms up Pairing: Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Neville Longbottom CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Torture, Bondage, Fisting, Memory Charms, orgasm denial, blood, WHUMP Rating: E

Day 29: Knotting Summary: Ron wakes to a comforting presence in bed. Pairing: Ron/Hermione, Minor Harry/Draco CW: Somnophilia, Dubious Consent, Werewolf *see additional spoiler tags in end notes Rating: E

Day 30: Formalwear Summary: Harry spots someone lovely at the Malfoy's annual New Year's Eve Gala, and he can't resist... Pairing: Harry Potter/Narcissa Black Malfoy CW: Dubious Consent, Pregnancy, Manipulation, Toxic Relationships Rating: M

Day 31: Object Insertion*** Summary: Arthur receives a tip from Ron about a hidden room at Malfoy Manor and decides to have a look... Pairing: Arthur Weasley/Lucius Malfoy CW: Infidelity, COS Canon-compliant, Come as Lube, Dry orgasm Rating: E

#HP Kinktober 2023 #Masterlist #Mind the tags #Severus x Neville #Harry x Colin #Sirius x Remus #Wolfstar #Lucius x Harry #Ron x Fleur #Voldemort x Hagrid #Percy x Oliver x Marcus #Ron x Hermione x Draco #Harry x Romilda #Rubeus x Norwegian Ridgeback #Luna x Xenophilius #Myrtle x Draco #Horace x Multiple #Percy x Marcus #Flintley #Fleur x Bill #Percy x Corban #Harry x Draco x Ron #Dronarry #Filch x Fred #Filch x George #Hermione x Arthur #George x Harry #Firebolt #Harry x Draco #Drarry

[thistlecatfics]

Ensnared (Amelia/Emmeline for @hpsaffics bingo)

Summer of 1981, half the Order is dead, but Emmeline and Amelia are not.

Sapphic HP Bingo's Emmeline/Amelia + HP Kinktober's Devil's Snare Tags: Angst and Smut, Top Amelia Bones, Healer Emmeline Vance, Grappling with the horror of war with sex

Read on Ao3

#amelia bones #emmeline vance #hp femslash #hp sapphics bingo #hp kinktober 2023 #thistlecat fics

[lumosatnight]

Day 18: Starlight and Vermouth

Remus unexpectedly goes into rut while staying at Grimmauld Place.

@kinktober2023 day 18: Olfactophilia, @hpkinktober day 3: Werewolves

Sirius/Remus, E, 500 words

Werewolf Alpha Remus, Scenting, Rut

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Remus made it to the guest room and slammed the door, yanking off his sweat-stained clothing. 

His body felt hot. His skin felt itchy. His collar was too tight. His shirt was too scratchy. Why were the lights so bright? Why was Sirius’s scent so strong?

Dammit, dammit, dammit.

He always planned it meticulously, to the day, to the hour. So why had it come early? A whole week early.

He hadn’t shared it with anyone since… since… since Sirius. But that had been before — before Azkaban, before the war, before everything. Maybe that was the problem. He had never wanted anyone else. He had only wanted Sirius. And his body was paying for that now.

“Remus?” A knock on the door. “I’ve brought tea and biscuits. Reckon they’ll make you feel better.”

“Go away,” he croaked. “Not now, Sirius.”

“Remus, just let me in. Please.”

He shouldn’t do it. He really shouldn’t. He should lock the door, bolt the windows, and endure the next few days in silence. But even as he contemplated it, Sirius’s sweet scent drifted under the door.

Maybe the wolf took over, or maybe it was Remus himself who couldn’t resist, but he threw open the door, grabbed Sirius by the scruff, and dragged him closer.

Starlight and vermouth and smoke and magic.

He buried his nose in Sirius’s neck, inhaling that maddening scent. Sirius tried to pull back, but Remus wouldn’t let him, digging his nose in further, his tongue licking a wet trail down Sirius’s throat.

Sirius shuddered and gasped. “Is it… Are you…?”

“Yes,” Remus breathed into his neck. He took the skin between his lips and sucked. He needed as much of Sirius as possible. He wanted to consume him. He wanted to strip him bare, pick him apart, and savour every piece.

“Do you need…?”

“Yes.”

Remus swept Sirius up and carried him to the bed. They wouldn’t have time for much. The first time was always the hardest — the fever, the burning, the incessant need. He could take his time later. Play the chords of Sirius’s body, sing the melodies, learn the new harmonies.

But right now he needed to come.

He set Sirius on hands and knees, yanked down his pants, and fondled the fleshy globes of his arse.

“Can you…?” He could barely think. He could barely breathe. He needed he needed he needed.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

He waited, poised on the precipice, while Sirius cast the charms, cleaning and stretching and lubricating. As soon as he finished, Remus grabbed him by the hips and lined up.

“Tell me to stop,” he said. Last chance. Please stop me. Please don’t. Say you want me. Say you still love me.

Sirius lowered his head in submission, and Remus’s wolf howled. He stuck his arse higher, pushing it closer to Remus’s throbbing erection.

“I’ve missed you,” Sirius whispered, and Remus slammed inside.

Sirius’s scent went haywire, a mix of pain and lust and longing. It had never smelled sweeter.

Also read it on AO3!

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#kinktober 2023 #hp kinktober 2023 #wolfstar #sirius x remus #hp fanfic #500 words #lumosdrabbles

[sailtomarina]

Wild Lavender

Hermione x Fred | Kinktober Day 30: “Formalwear” cw: implied sex

When Hermione saw the formal invitation with “black tie” in carefully printed letters, she had to admit a part of her almost canceled on Fred right then and there.

The Merchant’s Inaugural Gala was meant to celebrate the reformation of Diagon Alley and related shopping districts after the war. It had been a long time getting back to the previous levels of activity, too long since people felt comfortable in the public spaces that once brought so many of them joy.

It was through that rebuilding effort that Hermione and Fred bonded, with her spending much of her free time on the weekends over at Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes replenishing stocks and shelves alongside her favorite twin.

They were so close to taking that final step towards something more, and when he’d asked her to be his +1, she hadn’t hesitated to accept. Now, standing in his kitchen above the store after going up to get a drink of water, she looked down at the card atop his table.

Black tie.

What was she even going to wear? She didn’t have any gowns suitable for this type of event. The best she had was the red cocktail dress she’d worn at Bill and Fleur’s wedding. Could she have it lengthened?

Fred popped his head in the door and noticed her standing there, chewing her lip.

“Everything alright, Hermione?”

She startled at his voice and set the glass down with a loud clunk.

“I didn’t realize the gala would be so formal.”

He sauntered over to look down at the invitation, before looking back up at her with his head tilted. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“I just don’t know if I have anything to wear,” she admitted. She willed her hands to stop twisting the hem of her sweater like she often did when nervous.

“Sorry, I should have mentioned it earlier. I didn’t have anything either, which is why I popped over to Wild Lavender.” 

That surprised her. For some reason, she couldn’t imagine him walking into the posh new boutique.

His next words surprised her even more. “If you go for yourself, let them know you’re my date. They’ll take care of you.”

She gaped at him, appalled at the implication. “I’m not letting you buy my gown, Fred!” He obviously had no idea how expensive dresses could get.

“I promise that’s not what I mean,” he laughed, shaking his head. “They’ll just make sure you get something that matches well. The proprietor also may have mentioned wanting to meet you.”

She wrinkled her brow at the strange comment. Why would a stranger want to meet her? Then another idea came to mind and she flinched. What if they were one of those people who got off on meeting celebrities? She was a household name now, alongside the boys, and she’d already suffered her fair share of dodging the press.

As if he’d read her mind, Fred nudged her playfully. “It’s nothing bad, trust me. Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Hmm,” she hummed skeptically. “We’ll see about that.”

Her mind whirred as she followed him back down to the shop. What could the owner of an up-and-coming clothes shop want with her?

It turned out that the proprietors were none other than Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown.

She should have guessed the connection with the name, but she hadn’t seen nor heard anything about Lavender following her hospitalization. Hermione had known it was a pretty big ordeal—it was Fenrir, after all–and that her former housemate survived, but nothing beyond that.

The two girls circled her like hawks, and Hermione tried to not stare at the scars marring the once-pretty girl’s face, focusing instead on Parvati’s excited smile.

“You’re going to be perfect!” she gushed. Lavender nodded in agreement, continuing to take her measurements.

“I’m sorry, what is going to be perfect?” Hermione asked, her nerves getting the better of her. She had to forcibly stop herself from gripping her sweater.

“We’re thinking midnight blue to match with Fred, and something that accentuates your delicate features,” Parvati answered.

“She won’t need any support with how tiny she is,” Lavender murmured.

Hermione flushed. She knew she was skinny—several months on the run had made certain of that. She had only recently gotten back to her former weight, but it was still difficult making herself eat when she could have easily skipped meals.

Lavender rested a gentle hand on her shoulder, and Hermione looked at her directly for the first time. She hadn’t expected the comfort, to be honest, given their history. Large hazel eyes looked back at her filled with a kindness and understanding to which Hermione couldn’t help but respond. She smiled tightly, tears threatening to fall, and it was only Lavender’s reassuring squeeze that gave her the will to stop them.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, Hermione,” Lavender said softly, going on to explain, “I simply meant that we won’t need further adjustments.”

It turned out what they had in mind was more daring than Hermione would have ever, ever chosen for herself.

The drawing Parvati held up to her revealed a slender gown that hugged the model’s willowy frame, the back of which plunged deep past the center of her back with thin straps exposing her shoulders. She appreciated the design hiding the purple scar reaching across her torso—she wasn’t ashamed of it, but she still wasn’t comfortable with showing it off to others. She’d cross that hurdle with Fred if they ever got there.

The skirt flared outward at the knee in a mermaid silhouette. Hermione had only ever considered the shape as something appropriate for wedding gowns, not for anything she would ever wear.

“We’re adding a charm to occasionally shimmer gold as you move,” Parvati described. She waved her hands in her excitement. “You won’t need to wear a bra or anything for support since we’ll have spells weaved into the fabric, not that you even can wear one with this design. I’d advise against knickers, as well.”

“It’s beautiful, but don’t you think it’s a bit…much…for me?” she tentatively asked.

“Nonsense,” Lavender scoffed. Her voice regained the vigor of her youth in her certainty. “In fact, I’d wager you’ll catch every single person’s attention the moment you walk in. You are magnificent.”

Hermione only wanted one wizard’s attention, but she flushed at the compliment, all the same.

“Just make sure you credit Wild Lavender when asked about your stylist,” Parvati added. 

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. Here was the true reason they’d wanted to meet her so badly. When they refused her payment, she barely argued. If they wanted her to parade their goods to the world, she might as well take them up on the offer.

She had no idea what to expect as she waited for Fred to arrive at her flat. She trusted he’d dress appropriately thanks to the girls, but she also wouldn’t have put it past the mischievous wizard to show up in something akin to his and George’s signature orange.

Hermione had to admit that she wouldn’t even mind.

As garish as the color was, the brightness of it simply suited him. Fred was pure joy. If he hadn’t survived his injuries after the final battle, Hermione knew the loss would have devastated his family and everyone else who knew him, and she would have been robbed of some of the happiest moments of her life.

When the knock came, a cheery trio of raps that was all Fred, she took a steadying breath before opening the door.

Fred Weasley cleaned up extremely well.

The prat knew it, too.

He stood there, one hand casually in his pocket, and the other holding up a single-stemmed rose in a deep shade of red, a single dark blue ribbon tied to the stem.

He wore a three-piece suit in a shade of brown Hermione immediately likened to her favorite dark roast coffee. The color complimented his hair, shorn short on the sides and the longer tresses up top styled in fashionable messiness. Accents of a blue matching the rose’s ribbon could be found in his slim tie and pocket square, both of which brought out his light blue eyes, which were currently pinned on her and twinkling in a way that was uniquely his.

“Hello, Hermione.”

It took a twist of his lips for Hermione to realize she was gaping at him. She shut her mouth with an audible click and hastily cast about for something appropriate to say.

She was an intelligent witch. She could be witty when required.

“Hi.”

Bloody hell.

His damnable lips curled upward into a grin. He then blatantly ran his eyes down her figure, before locking back onto her stupefied gaze. “You look gorgeous.”

Hermione was forced to clear her throat, which suddenly felt extremely dry, before answering. “Thank you. You look very nice, as well.”

She flushed as he chuckled at her stiff response. She sounded nothing like her normal self, and she hated that. Why couldn’t she just act like she normally did around him? It was usually so easy.

Curse Lavender and Parvati for making him look so damn delicious.

Hermione already knew he was a good-looking and fit wizard; a blind witch could have told her that. He and George had been Beaters, after all. They had the muscle mass to back up the skills the position required: broad shoulders, thick thighs that his dress slacks hugged sinfully, and an arse so tight she knew if he just turned around she’d want to bounce a Quaffle off of it.

Were Quaffles bouncy?

“Shall we?” He held out an elbow.

“Yes, oh!” Hermione plucked the rose from his fingers and rushed back to the kitchen to set it in a vase in the dead center of the island. “Now I’m ready.”

A choked sound had her twirling around in concern. His eyes were wide, and she realized that he’d seen her back for the first time.

Her very. Bare. Back.

He smiled tightly at her, closed his eyes for a few seconds, the tendons in his neck standing out, then reopened them before offering his arm once more for her to take.

As she tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow, Hermione couldn’t help but squeeze lightly in appreciation. He was just so solid and warm, and she couldn’t help but imagine him wrapping those same arms around her. What would they feel like pressing her against the wall, or bent over a desk?

A throat clearing had her looking up into crystal clear eyes that looked hungry.

“Yes?”

“That’s the second time you’ve said ‘yes’ this evening and I’m tempted to make you say it several times more before we even leave the flat.” He sounded hoarse, eyes dropping down to her lips and staring like he wanted nothing more than to bite them.

Circe help her, but she wanted him to bite her.

“Then why don’t you?” she said, far more breathily than she’d intended.

“Be careful what you ask for, Hermione,” he warned, turning to face her and placing his other hand on her hip.

Looking as he did, painfully handsome and dressed up for her, Hermione summoned every ounce of courage in her body to voice her thoughts aloud.

“Make me say ‘yes’, Fred.”

His eyes flashed, and then he was on her, pressing her up against the kitchen island, the hand on her hip sliding down to grip her thigh.

“Don’t you dare rip this dress, Fred Weasley.”

“Then tell me how to take it off, witch.”

She told him, and they ended up arriving at the gala several hours late, but just in time for the final toasts. 

“Oh, this? Wild Lavender. You will not regret it.”

WC 1966

10/30 “Formalwear” prompt for @hpkinktober

Cross-posted on Tumblr and AO3

I don’t know if I’ve ever written Fremione, despite absolutely loving the two of them together? The twins are fantastic if any combination, to be honest, and I should probably write a triad fic for them sometime.

The title is a reference to a couple of YouTube fashion influencers I used to watch all the time. Kudos if you recognize it ;)

#harry potter fanfiction #hp kinktober 2023 #fremione #fred weasley #hermione granger #fred x hermione

[hpkinktober]

HP Kinktober 2023

Day 3: Werewolves

AO3 Collection: HPKinktober2023

#HP Kinktober 2023 #HPKinktober2023 #HP Kinktober #Kinktober 2023 #HP Fanfic Fest #HP Fanart Fest #Wolfstar #Drarry #Dramione #HP Rarepairs #HP NextGen

[dakogutin]

@hpkinktober day18- school uniform pairing: sirius black/james potter cw: underage

Ragged breaths echoed in the changing room that was not meant to hold two occupants. Elbows knocked each other in their desperation to touch and squeeze, but neither minded.

“We don’t have time,” Sirius had said— lied, when James tried to remove his quidditch uniform. He refused to let James’ mouth free, slipping his tongue inside and pinning him to the wall as he grinded his hips to James’ own hard front. Their trousers were always so tight. Its primary function may be to serve as ‘second skin’ to maximize all movements, but Sirius would argue it’s rather counterproductive when the rough fabric would always rub against his cock as he rides his broom. And, well, it’s hardly a smooth flight when he’s whacking a magical ball back and forth.

He’s pulled back to reality when James abruptly draws back from their heated kiss. Still dazed, and a little bit delirious, he can only blink up at James. A frown slowly twists his face. Is he not clear enough that he’s already so close?

But James grins at him, no doubt amused by this desperation, relishing in the power he can hold over Sirius. Why does he have to be such a bastard about everything…

Sirius tugs at James' shirt, but he resists. “What?” Sirius demands.

“We have time,” he says simply.

It takes a long while for Sirius to understand that it had been a response to what he said earlier. He scoffs, “Alright, sure,” and tugs at James’ shirt again.

Their lips meet, but James murmurs against him with, “Just admit you like me in this uniform.” His hand settles on Sirius’ ass.

It’s Sirius who pulls off this time. “Fine.” He nestles in the crook of James’ neck, and licks the sweat off before kissing a bruise there. Of course Sirius has to stroke his ego before getting to come. “I love you in these, and I know you know it. I can’t stop thinking of you ordering everyone around and— ah!”  James squeezes him through his trousers. Sirius gets back at him by rocking his hips harshly, eliciting a moan from either of them. “Good enough, Prongs?”

“Yeah,” James says, breathless and already sounding gone. With both hands firm on Sirius’ hips, he builds a steady rhythm, pushing up and rolling his hips.

Sirius laughs. “You’re so easy.”

“Shut up.”

"Gladly."

#2nd entry going strong lmao heres to getting out of writers block #prongsfoot #prongsfoot smut #hp kinktober 2023

[theresthesnitch]

Memories and Mischief

for @hpkinktober 's prompt pensieve!

James and Lily run a porn-by-pensieve-memory business. Remus is looking for a job. Sirius does a fantastic on-the-job interview.

Read it here on AO3!

#memories and mischief #wolfstar #hp kinktober 2023 #prompt: pensieve #snitchwrites

[givereadersahug]

My Fanfic 💖 In His Bed (Harry Potter)

Harry Potter/Severus Snape & James Potter/Severus Snape, Rated E, 464 words

@hpkinktober || Day #8 Pensieve

Memories, Jealousy, Post-War

He found them by accident — the memories. The silver threads; the thin wisps. It was tempting, as always, to view them. Harry had learned nothing from fifth year, after all.

Link: AO3 or Dreamwidth

#myfanfic #harry potter #hp kinktober 2023 #severus snape #harry james potter #snarry

[annanother-thing]

A Specific Problem

For @hpkinktober

Day 7: Sex Pollen

James/Regulus, 1583, E

After a prank goes horribly wrong, James takes refuge in the abandoned bathroom on the first floor. Unfortunately, someone else was already there.

Read on AO3

#hp kinktober 2023 #jegulus #hp fanfic #anna writes things