#this post is not my official post to share my fic. that will be shared as an ao3 link very soon.

[probablyn0thuman]

Scars and Acceptance

Pairing | Jason Todd x FemReader

Summary | Jason just needs some time to realize is scars aren't that scary.

Warnings | NSFW, smut, size k!nk (if you squint), P in V, Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), Oral sex (Fem!Receiving), Fingering, Fluff, Aftercare, Scars and a smidgen of angst.

Words | ??

Notes | This is my first time ever posting a fic, please be patient if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, english isn’t my first language.

(I wrote most of this at 3am while listening to the Hamilton soundtrack).

You’d been dating Jason for a while. You knew about his… nighttime activities, they didn’t scare you much. You’d dated your fair share of criminals and scumbags, it was inevitable living in Gotham, a standard of the crime-ridden city. But when you got with Jason, you didn’t expect him to be so… polite and well-read for a crime-alley street kid.

It had been six months since you made it official, but you were yet to actually see him without a shirt on. He always made excuses like, “Babe, I have some nasty scars on my chest, I don’t wanna freak you out,” and “C’mon, it’s way too cold to sleep without a shirt on,” But of course you respected it, it was his body, you weren’t going to force him to do anything he didn’t want to.

Until one night, at his apartment, during an unusually heavy make-out session, he took his shirt off and threw it across the room before pulling you down on top of him before he could realise what he’d done, you pulled back and saw his chest. The ‘Nasty scar’ he’d told you about in full view. It looked like an autopsy scar, like someone had cut him open and stitched him back up purposely.

Jason pulled away, scrambling to get his shirt back on, “Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean for you to see those.” But before he could get his shirt back on he felt your hand on his chest, over the scar. “Why are you apologising? You made it out like your scars were all mangled and horrid, that’s a surgical scar, Jay.” you point out, looking up at him with kind eyes. “But they’re… I don’t like them, they’re ugly.” he says, slightly flustered by your hand on his chest. “You don’t have to like them, Jay. Just know that I won’t hate you for having them.”

Jason pulled you into a tight hug, “Thanks, babe…” That night you two just went to bed instead of carrying on. He cuddled you to his chest and listened to your soft breathing as it lulled him to sleep.

A few months pass since that night and Jason decided he was finally ready.

It was a weekend you both had off, a saturday night to be specific. You were both cuddled up on his couch watching some cheesy romance movie Dick recommended Jason for ‘Date night.’ You were sat in his lap, softly making out and he ran his hands up your sides and through your hair. His tongue was in your mouth, exploring it and tangling with your own, enjoying your sweet taste. His hands start to wander as one of them cups your asscheek and squeezes, making you let out a whimper that sent blood straight to his crotch.

He could feel himself getting hard, and he knew you could feel it too as you straddled his lap, the movie now completely forgotten. He broke the kiss, looking up at you with hungry eyes, he wanted you. “Jay?..” you ask softly. “Baby, wanna move this to the bedroom?” he murmurs, giving you a wink. Your cheeks flush, was tonight the night? You nod and he picks you up and carries you bridal style to the bedroom.

He places you down on the bed softly and takes his shirt off, revealing his scars again. You could tell he was still a little insecure of them, but you decided against commenting on it. He looks down at you, his hands reaching for your own t-shirt, “Can I?” he whispers as you respond in a nod. His hands slide under the fabric and gently pull it off, exposing your breasts and stomach to the cold air. Your skin covers in goosebumps. He can’t help but gawk for a second before moving to touch you and cup your breasts. 

He moves to straddle you on the bed, “Gods, you’re beautiful..” he mumbles as he ducks down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. In response you let out a soft moan, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, his other hand paying attention to your other breast. Your hand comes down to card through his hair as he switches his attention to your other breast and you let out another moan, louder this time.

He sits up from his worship on your breasts and toys with the waistband of your pants and you nod, mumbling a quick “yes” as you capture his lips in a fiery kiss. He unbuttons your pants and you lift your hips to help him slide them down your legs. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he mumbles, running his large hands down your sides, making you shiver.

He slides your panties down your legs, revealing yourself to him. “You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he groans, ducking his down between your thighs. Your hand resumes its place in his hair as he licks a long stripe up your pussy. He continues his feast between your legs, he slides one finger inside of you, curling it to hit the right spot, making you let out a loud gasped moan.

His tongue circles your clit, the feeling was amazing, he ate pussy like an expert, and you were glad for it. He slides another finger in, curling it to match the other. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, that familiar feeling of euphoria close. “Jay, I’m gonna-” you moan as he speeds up. “Come on, sweetheart, give it to me,” he groans against your pussy. You came pretty soon afterwards, him catching every drop with his mouth like it was his life source.

He crawled up from his spot between your legs, caging you in with his huge arms. You pull him down for a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue, tasting your sweet juices on his mouth. Your own hands reach down this time to unbutton his pants eagerly. He helps you slide them off and then moves you to straddle him. You grind against him through his boxers, “Gods, sweetheart,” he growled, hastily taking his boxers off and discarding them. His cock was big, bigger than any you’d seen before. It was long and girthy and veiny. You weren’t really sure if it would fit.

“Jay, is it gonna fit?” You ask timidly, taking it into your hands and stroking him. “Yeah, we just need to go slow, sweetheart.” He murmurs reassuringly, moving you to position over his cock. He slowly slides into your hole, inch by inch. “Ah- Jay, it's too big-” you gasp, he stops halfway to let you get used to it. After a few seconds the sting starts to fade and you give him a nod to keep going. He slides the rest inside, bottoming out quickly. “Ugh, sweetheart, you’re so tight,” he groans, gripping your waist to keep you steady on top of him. About a minute later he starts to move, slowly thrusting in and out of you. A cacophony of moans and whimpers leaves your mouth, mingling with the sound of his groans. You loved that he trusted you enough to do this with you, but most of all, you loved him. Every part of him, even the scars he hated so much.

“Ugh, babe, I’m- Oh my god, I’m so close, babe-” you whimper, the pleasure overtaking you as he hits that sweet spot over and over again. “Its ok, come for me, sweetheart, I’m close too.” He groans as he continues his movements, faster. It didn’t take long for you to come over his cock, him colouring your walls a sticky white soon after.

You don’t notice when he pulls out, coming too when you hear the sound of the tap from the bathroom sink running and when he comes back into the bedroom with a damp cloth and a glass of water. “Are you ok, sweetheart? I didn’t go too hard, did I?” he says, handing you the glass of water and watching you take a sip. “I’m ok, babe.” you answer, you notice he put his boxers back on at some point, did you really black out for a moment? You wouldn’t really doubt it if you did.

You’re snapped out of your internal monologue when he presses the damp cloth to your sticky thighs and between your legs, cleaning you up. “Thanks, jay,” you mumble, feeling extremely tired after your activities. “It’s the least I can do, I gotta make sure you’re ok, sweetheart.” He flashes you a smile, one that made him look kind of prince charming-esque. You smile back as he climbs into bed with you, surrounding you with his strong arms in a big hug.

“I love you, babe..” you mutter against his shoulder as you drift off to sleep. “I love you too, Sweetheart.” He says, playing with your soft hair as he watches you sleep, settling in soon after and being lulled to sleep aswell, the movie in the other room completely forgotten about. He’d have to tell Dick they’d watch it another time, he couldn’t remember what it was even about by now.

Ahhhh, that was my first fic! I hope you liked it! Please, if you have any, give me some things I could add to make my writing better and send me requests on my account!! ❤️

Also if anyone wants to be a beta reader, hit me up!

[nix-nihili]

for the ask game: Link your three favorite fics right NOW!!! 🫵🤭

hello sarah, I literally don't remember what ask game this is from LMAO!! okay i don't know if these are my all time favs but here are some fics that have been living in my head rent-free (dbda edition!!) in no particular order:

don't go sharing your devotions (lay all your love on me) by @hephanna

In their attempts to rescue Niko from the Astral Plane, Edwin, Charles, and Crystal accidentally summon a second Charles Rowland from another universe. Charles never gave much thought to whether he'd get along with an alternate universe version of himself. Technically, he should, this Charles was just like him: funny, clever, kind - a dead boy detective. Except, this second version of Charles doesn't seem to know how to keep his bloody hands to himself, and off of Edwin.

this fic just. is insanity in the best way possible. I am thoroughly in love with it and have never been normal ever since I read it

for my soul he made an offer (and to dust again i fell) by @aletterinthenameofsanity

Monty gets up on the interview stage and it doesn’t matter what the other tributes have to say, because Monty tells Caesar Flickerman that the boy he fell in love with is the very Mentor trying to save him from the Arena. It’s a dangerous move, but it just might save Monty’s life in the Arena and his body post-Arena. It might just keep him out of the same deal that Esther made for Edwin. A familiar hand touches Edwin’s wrist backstage. Charles’ hands gently pry Edwin’s fingernails away from the bloody crescents they are carving into his palms. “It was the only way I could protect him,” Edwin says, trying to plead with Charles to understand, because Edwin has to do anything he can to protect just one of his tributes. Charles gives him a small, sympathetic smile. “You could’ve told me.” But Edwin twists his wrist slightly so that Charles isn’t touching him, because he knows where this is going even if Charles does not. He knows whose life lays on the line if this plan fails, and it’s not just Monty’s. (Years ago, the President made Edwin kneel and told him that Charles’ life was forfeit if Edwin ever disobeyed. And he won't risk that, even if it means breaking both of their hearts.)

kenna's victor au my beloved. this fic and every other one in the series has my whole heart. it is so well written and excellent and amazing and I very clearly remember how I felt during and after reading the first chapter and then every chapter since then. also met kenna through this so like. added bonus hehe

gig officially gigged by @laiqualaurelote

“This band is all I have,” Edwin says. “I am not about to sully that with…with feelings.” Picked the wrong band for that, Crystal thinks fatalistically.

A punk drummer, a classically-trained virtuoso guitarist, a kawaii metal bassist and a disgraced child pop star form a band. Musical chaos ensues. Rock band AU Updated with a prequel, in which Edwin plays Welcome To The Black Parade on a train station piano for a complete stranger, starts a band and falls in love (not necessarily in that order).

oh god this fic. this fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've never fallen in love with a fic quicker I think. human/modern au of allll time. rotating this one forever. just so so sooo well done.

and special shoutout to the ghost of the past that you live in by @tumblerislovetumblerislife bc I adore this fic wholeheartedly <3

[fleurdelouvemonth]

And thus, we bring to an official close the fourth Fleur De Louve Month, event 2024! 🦾🛥👩🏿‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻Thank you so much to all the authors and artists who took part in or read or reblogged all the amazing art that was created!

But wait! I hear you ask: what do we do with all the love we have left behind?

Fear not! Any additional works or recs related to this month can still be submitted and we will be happy to reblog it and update the list to include them.

The admins thoroughly enjoyed interacting with everyone and appreciate you all for helping this ship grow! Please stay tuned for what comes next and, always, keep creating for the good ship Fleur De Louve!

You can find the full AO3 collection here!

🦃🥧🍁🍠🦌❄️��☃️🎄🎁🕎🍪🌬🍎🧣🎁

1. Checking in… by NefertiriJones 

(Tumblr fic link with artwork @tllgrrl)

Bingo boxes: Free space

Chapters 1/1 - Rated: T

It’s almost Christmas, Bucky Barnes is in the field, and has to make a quick phone call home. Unfortunately, he has a…captive audience.

Other characters: Alexi Shostakov-Red Guardian, Yelena Belova-Black Widow, John Walker-US Agent, Ava Starr-Ghost

Additional Tags: Ficlet, Wordcount: 100-500

2. It’s All Greek To Me by NefertiriJones

(Tumblr fic link with artwork @tllgrrl)

Bingo boxes: Dusk/Free space

Chapters 1/1 - Rated: T

Just another one of the many languages running around in Bucky Barnes’ brain. A language Sarah had a passing...encounter…with.

Other characters: N/A

Additional Tags: Fluff, Romance, no jealousy here, Kissing, Light Petting, PolyglottalShenanigans, Wordcount: 100-500

3. Seasonings by NefertiriJones

(Tumblr fic link @tllgrrl)

Bingo boxes: Seasoning/Dusk/Free space

Chapters 1/1 - Rated: G

Bucky calls in a last minute favor, gets a package from Home, and a phone-call from a Princess.

Other characters: Shuri

Additional Tags: Bucky Living His Best Life

4. The Vampire on Prytania Street by Sarifinasnightmare

(Tumblr fic link @sarifinasnightmare)

Bingo boxes: Fairytale/ “Never Scare Me Like That Again”/Farmer’s Market/Masquerade Ball/“Darling, you’re already in my veins”

Vampire AU - Chapters 10/10 - Rated: M

The large manor on Prytania Street had belong to the Barnes for as long as the neighbors could remember. Besides the gardening men, no one had seen anyone around it, until one day the widow Darlene Wilson climbed up the steps to reunite with an old friend. The vampire AU I swore I'd never write. Oh well.

Other characters: Sarah Wilson's Husband, Sam Wilson, Darlene Wilson, Cass Wilson, AJ Wilson, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff, Peggy Carter, Original Female Character(s) of Color, Original Male Character(s) of Color

Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, Family Drama, Attempt at Humor, Human/Vampire Relationship, Breaking vampire stereotypes, Idiots in Love Sort Of, Post-Divorce, Hurt/Comfort, Shameless Smut, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Angst and Fluff and Smut

Thank you again for all of the amazing content you created to make this event possible! You're the one who keeps this ship alive and kicking! We wouldn't be here without you!

Feel free to bookmark this post and come back to enjoy Fleur De Louve art again and again!

Don't forget to send your thanks to the authors and share the art!

(Divider credits go to @firefly-graphics)

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

four walls: moodboard

(alex’s moodboard | miles’s moodboard)

[chadsuke]

Banyue finds the little ghost fire, barely still existing. She's tried to help in the past, and she's done it wrong.

Maybe she can do it right this time.

MXTX Yuri Week Prompt: Rebirth.

A belated Day Four of @mxtx-yuri-events Yuri Week, Xiao Ying/Banyue. I still wish she and Lang Ying survived!

[mdemn]

taking a break from writing gay sex this weekend to write paulie’s intro chapter into started with a spark !! keep your eyes peeled for that !!

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Merry Monday

I already posted a couple surprise fics today but I was tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove so here is a snippet of something else I'm working on and hoping to post before the end of the year!

Points if you can guess what it is. ;)

Eddie swallows. He can’t read the expression on his parents’ faces, although he can tell Mom’s heart is racing. Dad’s is steady—but why wouldn’t it be? He’s the one who taught Eddie and Sophia how to keep calm, how to breathe deep and slow so their fear wouldn’t show. “Hey, Mom.” He tries for a smile but gives up when he feels how poorly it fits his face. “Hey, Dad.” Chris sticks by Eddie’s side, as if he thinks he has to be a shield. Honestly, Eddie’s grateful. He’s not sure if Chris goes over to hug his grandparents that they won’t just snatch him and make a run for it.

[myriadebleue]

here's a messy little thing I scribbled while I tried to think of ideas and plot points for one of the longfics I'm working on.

If you're curious, here's the scene it was based on:

Once the flames and their light had receded, Xie Lian could make out a figure kneeling on the ground. A slender young man, wearing tattered dark robes, his black hair falling loose upon his back and shoulders. His form was flickering, a clear sign that he was not human.

Xie Lian broke through his bindings by shattering the rod he was bound to against the rocks. He stood up from the ground, careful as he walked closer to the figure. Just then, Ruoye zipped past Xie Lian, startling him a little. It came back and looped around him in an apology, before it leaped at the ghost and looped around him as well, patting his head in a clear reprimand. With how familiar Ruoye was acting, there was little doubt as to who this could be. Yet, Xie Lian needed to make sure.

“Xiao Hua?”

The ghost lifted his head, mismatched eyes looking up at him, joy and awe only barely concealed behind a veil of disorientation. Xie Lian was momentarily stunned at the sight of the crimson eye, mesmerized in kind by the fairness of the young man's face; his features were ones that many would be envious of.

“Are you... you're really that ghost fire?”

The ghost smiled, as he kept staring up at Xie Lian. He seemed confused, but soon enough, he nodded.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Absolutely gorgeous art by @dezimaton, uploaded on my blog with their permission! This is an accompanying piece, cover art, for my fanfiction entry for @vincentvalentineweek !! Entry found here.

Please enjoy and stare in awe of this wonderful, beautiful work!!

[fiepige]

Venom!Hobie Cat-Symbiote AU!

Okay so I might have made an AU of my AU...

It's based on my Venom!Hobie au but with a slightly (?) lighter tone in the sense that Hobie actually gets along well with his symbiote. Though they initially mostly get along due to shared mutural trauma... (But more about that later)

This version of the symbiote is more animalistic and usually communicates with Hobie through emotions- sorta projecting its own emotions and feelings towards him to let him know how it feels about something, though it might also communicate via single words or short sentences but that's pretty rare.

So, I'll do like I did in my original Venom!Hobie post and focus on the Design first:

Since they get along the symbiote feels safe around Hobie and thus it'll often "extend" itself outside of him and take the shape of a (freaky looking) cat - Kinda like how VENOM is able to partially seperate itself from Eddie while still being tethered to him:

Like this but they actually get along and the symbiote looks kinda like this:

(Once again- I CANNOT draw but the brainrot is stronger so I need to share this)

(I didn't draw the symbiote goo that would extend from it to tether it to Hobie but it's there I swear!)

Since this is Spider-Punk's symbiote I wanted some of the spikes to carry over in this design

I haven't quite decided if it should have the "running-mascara" look (buttom drawing) for its eyes like Spider-Punk's mask has or not so lemme know what you guys think?

The spikes are used as a way for it to communicate to others as a way to make its body language more expressive (though it only shows itself around people it really trusts so it rarely uses them as it still just communicates its emotions directly to Hobie when it needs to)

And like with Venom!Hobie the spikes are reminiscent of symbiote teeth

When it's relaxed/happy the spikes will be pressed down towards its body - making it easy to pet- if somebody would dare approach it that is

Hobie pets it a lot as it usually sits on his shoulder when he walks around (when there's nobody around that is)

The symbiote is still made of the same goo as regular symbiotes so it does not feel like petting a cat at all- Hobie doesn't mind but most other people find it rather unpleasant to touch

The "fuzzy" look is just the symbiote goo trying to imitate cat fur

The reason the symbiote takes this form is partially because it's more animalistic and likes physical affection (from people it trusts, it will bite your hand off if it doesn't like/trust you and you try to pet it) and partially because Hobie is a cat person and it used it as a method to make Hobie like it more when they first "met" + petting it helped Hobie calm down and still does

It's gotten pretty good at mimicking cat noises including purring

It'll usually stay on Hobie's shoulder or sit in his lap like this, it's still tethered to him so it can't go that far without him - not that it really wants to anyways

If it likes someone it'll rub itself against their legs and mimic purring noises

Okay now we move on to the

Origin:

This is my current headcanon for this AU but as always feel free to share your thoughts/ideas/inputs if you have any <3

Hobie and the symbiote "met" at one of Oscorp's labs

Hobie was living as a homeless teen (13-14 years old having escaped an abusive household a few months prior) and was captured by Oscorp to be used for their symbiote experimentations

Hobie was an easy target as he had just been bitten by the radioactive spider a few hours prior and thus he was starting to suffer from the fever the bite gave him

Hobie was to be fused with a new kind of symbiote

The symbiote had been made to make people more susceptible to orders- making them less inclined to think for themselves

But in order to make that possible the symbiote had been put through some rather painful and extreme experiments- making it more "dead" than alive at this point

When it's fused with Hobie, who's still very sick at this point, the spider bite is still working its magic on Hobie's body and thus it also partially heals the symbiote

Both Hobie and the symbiote are terrified of their situation as they're put in holding cells made specifically for symbiotes.- Their only comfort is each other.

The symbiote takes on the cat like appearance to soothe Hobie after being subjects to a particularly bad experiment

Since Hobie's gotten powers from both the spider bite and the symbiote they quickly become the subjects for many inhumane and painful experiments as the scientists futilely try to figure out how to replicate the symbiote (as they're unaware of the spider bite, thinking the symbiote alone is behind Hobie's new powers)

Due to the symbiote Hobie develops a taste for human flesh

And he gets his first taste of it as he manages to escape the lab during one of their many tests- killing as many guards and scientists on their way out as possible. (This is also the first time they fully transform into Venom!Hobie)

He would later return and burn the lab down completely.

As a result of their treatment at the lab + Hobie's past with his abusive family, both him and the symbiote have developed a deep distrust to other people.

Which is also why Hobie isn't trying to get rid of the symbiote, he considers it his only friend for a long time.

Hobie still loves playing music (which is also how he eventually makes new friends) but has had to make some adjustments due to the symbiote, thus he usually uses both earplugs and noise cancelling earmuffs when he's playing and even then he still gets migraines if he plays for too long or too loud

He still craves human flesh and will usually target cops or anyone associated with Oscorp to sate his hunger.

He doesn't feel bad about killing but will still try not to harm civilians (emphasis on try- sometimes the hunger gets the best of him)

He still operates as Spider-Punk but for a long time he's mostly fueled by his hatred for Oscorp and how they treated him and the symbiote

But as he slowly learns to open up to people he starts to shift his focus onto figting to help people and make the city safer (which means he'll still target cops and Oscorp employees but that's not his only focus anymore) (he also makes an effort to actually save civilians at this point)

Though due to the symbiote and their past this version of Spider-Punk is more prone to just straight up killing his villains (+ he still gotta eat right?)

But I'd like to imagine that this version of Hobie also finds his own community who help him out and accept both him and the symbiote

Giving them kind of a "happy" ending despite this version of Hobie being more messed up and unhinged...

Once again this turned out way longer than I intended lol (I just can't shut up about Venom!Hobie, the brainrot is real!)

Thank you so much for reading!!! <3 <3 <3

(And please let me know if you have any thoughts/inputs/questions about anything I wrote! The brainrot is real and I'll never get tired of talking about this guy)

Also click here if you wanna read more about my Venom!Hobie concept <3

[windor-truffle]

my free time is about to evaporate again ;_; so naturally i drew myself THREE separate scenes from Two Hearts Could Be One since i don;t know when i'll get another chance to make graces art for a while

[bisexual-horror-fan]

So Multi-May is about come to an end. Can you believe it? A whole month of nothing but polyam and non-monogamy themed fics and works. The full masterlist is here, I wrote twelve new fics and a massive chapter update to Through The Heart Is The Only Way which is of course THE poly fic of the moment, and all together I wrote over 47K this month! I beat out my numbers back in 2020 when I participated in Kinky December. I am so fucking proud of myself and so happy. This event is my first solo event and it went fantastically, all the fics everyone else contributed, every sweet comment, ask, reblog, thought, idea, whatever this month, meant a ton. Polyamory and the rep of it in writing is massively important to me and a big reason why I got started writing fic in the first place. 

I hope you all loved this event as much as I did! This went so fucking well in fact I think I might just do this next year too! Let’s make this a regular thing, why not? Don’t forget though, you can always write polyam positive stuff, Multi-May or not, and I encourage you to do so if you want to! I know I will. Looking forward to next May already, I can’t wait to see what everyone does next year!

[lilac-lemonade]

Additional Tags: Jamie Tartt Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Episode: s01e10 The Hope That Kills You, Canon-typical language, Bad Parent James Tartt Sr., Jamie Tartt-centric, Panic Attacks, Ted Lasso Acting as Jamie Tartt's Parental Figure, No Beta We Die Like Earl the Greyhound

Summary:

“What do you want?” he snapped, his voice trembling almost as violently as he was. “I thought we were done ‘ere.”

“Well, I just wanted to see if I could have a little chat with ya,” an unexpected voice replied in a tone that was so gentle that it made Jamie’s chest ache. “And I’m thinking that I’m probably not who you were expecting, but I hope you’re not too disappointed.”

What happened once the match against Richmond was over and Jamie's dad pulled him aside? Ted walked away after seeing him with his dad in the treatment room and Jamie thought that was it, just one more person on the list of people that had abandoned him. But what if Ted came back? What if Ted was the one to give Jamie the letter after Richmond's match against Man City?

[thechaoticfanartist]

As Long As There's Light

19 years have passed since The Clone Wars have ended. Since the end of the war, Grim Kennet has found herself a member of the Rebellion against the Empire.

With a new era now beginning, and a new story to be told, she finds herself in the center of it all once again. With Obi-Wan gone, she takes it upon herself to train Luke Skywalker in the ways of the Jedi...but the past has a funny way of affecting the present.

This story is the sequel to The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim and the next part of Grim's life. There is no set release date at this time but it will be released soon, I already have the prologue and first seven chapters done. I'm excited to share this next major fic with you and I hope you will enjoy it.

Tag List (let me know if you want to be added or removed) : @padme--amygdala @soclonely @mrfandomwars @jgvfhl @starlonkedd @shinhatigf @togrutanduin @jedi-valjean @one-real-imonkey @traygaming @aiylasdrawings @keoxus  @dykerebel @veiled-in-stars @sentineljedi @spicysucculentz @amelia-song-pond @it-was-rose @saturnsokas @thejediprincessqueenofnaboo @veradragonjedi @arrthurpendragon @shrinkthisviolet

[justaleafinthewind]

If any one of my posts is to break containment, make it this one.

Before January 2025, download your favorite fics, especially those with smut or queer content.

If Project 2025 goes into effect (which it very likely will now that we have three red branches of government in the US), they may attempt to restrict the use/sharing of media on sites like ao3.

This particularly applies to fics with smut or any type of queer content, because the official Project 2025 document states, "Pornography, manifested today in the omnipresent propagation of transgender ideology and sexualization of children, for instance... has no claim to First Amendment protection... Pornography should be outlawed."

Now, I don't expect ao3 to disappear or go anywhere without a fight, but it's best to be on the safe side these days.

To download your favorite fics:

Go to archiveofourown.org and open the fic you want to download.

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[hard-core-super-star]

push me on the counter, call me princess [W.Maximoff; N.Romanoff]

pairing: dom!wanda maximoff x sub!reader x dom!natasha romanoff

summary: you and wanda develop a connection you definitely shouldn't have with someone in a relationship. unbeknowst to you, it's all part of their plan.

warnings: PURE SMUT, MINORS DO NO INTERACT -> mentions of cheating! [no actual cheating, though! wandanat have an agreement, R doesn't know about it until things get spicy]; mommy + daddy kink; nipple play; impact play; wanda using her powers to hold R down; fingering [R receiving]; oral [Nat receiving]; twinges of humiliation; degradation + praise; nat's a little mean but we love her for it; use of the term 'slut'; probably more but i forgot

wordcount: 3.3k

a/n: so...i'm technically not doing anything official for kinktober this year because school is kicking my butt already BUT i have a few ideas for some very filthy smut fics so i'll be posting them this month. i haven't written for wandanat in a minute so i hope i did them justice. please let me know your thoughts, i hope you enjoy <3

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It was supposed to be a one time thing.

That's what you told Wanda when she pushed you against the farthest wall in some dingy, badly-lit, New York bar.

The two of you had come back from a long, draining, mission and, instead of staying at the Compound and actually resting, you decided to go out and get drunk to let off some steam. The mission had technically been a success, but it had also been a pain in the ass...and in the shoulder, thanks to the knife wound you'd received.

So, yeah, maybe going out wasn't the best idea in the first place.

In your defense, it was borderline impossible to say no to the witch. Mainly because she was very convincing when she wanted to be, but also because of your massive, and borderline ridiculous, crush on her.

To make matters worse, Wanda was pissed off at Natasha for...something and you ended up taking the place of a supportive partner.

It would have been fine had the drinks in your system not made your inhibitions lower significantly, which rendered you helpless against the green-eyed woman of your dreams. Then again, it's not like you were particularly against that idea in the first place.

Maybe that made you a horrible person.

Maybe that made Wanda a monster.

But how could she be one when she whispered the sweetest words in your ear while taking you over the edge and destroying you in the most pleasurable of ways? How could there be anything wrong about her soft caresses and gentle smiles?

A part of you knows the answer. It's wrong because the witch's heart isn't yours. Or worse, because someone else's heart belongs to the witch.

Because for all their problems and arguments, Wanda and Natasha love each other. At the very least, they tolerate each other enough to stay together.

And you don't fit into their relationship.

You shouldn't.

But Wanda isn't a person you can just ignore.

She makes that perfectly clear no less than a week after your little "mistake".

You're in the kitchen at the Compound, eating some leftovers and scrolling through your phone to keep yourself occupied, when Wanda walks in. You don't need to look at her to know she's pissed off. Her energy is way too heavy to mean anything else.

"Hey, Wands," you say, barely looking up from your phone out of fear of falling under her spell once more.

She walks over to you, leaning against the counter and silently watching you for a second. Her silence honestly scares you, but you don't question her yet. You know better than that.

"You've been avoiding me," she says, her voice soft yet not gentle. "Why is that?"

A shiver runs down your spine at the question. 

You know you can't lie to her, she's a freaking mind reader, but you can't exactly tell her the truth. You've both been trying to ignore it since the morning you woke up tangled together in her bed.

A bed she shares with someone who isn't you.

"I've been busy," you reply with a shrug. "Kate's been forcing me to train every day."

Clearly, that's the wrong answer, considering the tilt of her head.

Yup. You're fucked now.

"Is that so? I didn't realize you two were such good...friends."

Wanda pushes herself off the counter, taking slow, calculated, steps until she's standing behind you. If you weren't so focused on keeping your voice steady, you might have been able to guess what her plan in.

"Well, we both love annoying Clint and making Yelena mad."

She hums in response as her arms wrap themselves around you, pulling you back until you're firmly pressed against her. 

The action almost makes you fall off your stool. You somehow stay put, though, even as every fiber of your being tells you to leave. The harsh truth is that you don't want to leave.

You want her so badly that the consequences don't seem to matter.

Nothing matters but her.

Which is exactly what she wants.

"You should be careful with the little archer," she says, her hands not so subtly caressing your sides. "You know she's just going to use you then throw you away when she's bored."

The irony in her words isn't lost on you.

You open your mouth to let her know that when her hands move up and brush against your chest. It takes all your willpower to stop yourself from gasping.

"Wanda," you hiss. "We're in the middle of the kitchen."

"Relax, detka," she whispers into your ear, your body instantly obeying her words. "You know I won't let anyone see."

"Do I?" you reply. "Because it seems exactly like something you'd enjoy."

The witch chuckles despite herself. "That's true but you're not the only trying to keep things a secret."

You know her words should make you feel worse about this whole thing but right now, they only serve to turn you on. As messed up as it is, there's something exciting about the situation. 

About how much Wanda wants you.

So, even though you know you should push her away, you lean back against her, allowing her hands to explore your body however she wishes.

Your obedience (if you can even call it that) is instantly rewarded by the other woman. Her hands sneak their way under your shirt, her fingers drawing teasing shapes on your warm skin as she makes the journey upward.

"You're such a good girl for me, baby," she mumbles almost absent-mindedly. "Letting me use you like this. Letting me play with you whenever I want."

A part of you wants to put up a fight. To show her you have a bigger backbone than she realizes. That you're able to switch the tables on her whenever you want.

Unfortunately, that part of you goes quiet the second her fingers find your nipples. "Look at you, all ready for me, huh?"

"Shut up," you mumble as your cheeks heat up.

Your words of defiance earn you a sharp pinch to your already sensitive nipples. "Watch your mouth, sweetheart."

It's impossible to stop your back from arching as the leftover sting rushes through your system. You'd learned the hard way that Wanda could either be the sweetest or the most unforgivable lover. In a way, it made being with her all the more exciting...and unpredictable.

Then again, you can't pretend you don't like it. If you didn't, you would have never gotten mixed up with her in the first place.

"Sorry," you whisper, not sounding particularly sincere.

If Wanda notices, she doesn't point it out and instead goes right back to playing with your chest, squeezing and pinching your nipples as she pleases.

Her actions only serve to make you more and more desperate for her. It's almost embarrassing how good she is at reading you. At knowing exactly what buttons to push to turn you into a shaking, pleading mess.

A part of you knows it's thanks to her powers that she can read your desires so well, but you ignore the thought for now. You could beat yourself up over all this later, right now, you had a very important task ahead of you.

"You're eager today," she teases, her eyes zeroing in on the slight movement of your hips. "Did you miss me that much?"

You're not sure why you're in such a defiant mood today but your mouth moves way faster than your thoughts. "Yeah, Kate was too busy today."

You don't see the scarlet that begins to overtake her eyes since you have your back to her. You miss the warning signs until she uses her magic to bend you over the counter, keeping your hands behind your back.

"You're going to regret talking to me like that," she says, holding you down easily thanks to her magic.

It's obvious you should apologize and yet you remain as composed as you possibly can given the situation. As stupid as it is, you're still mad at her for putting you in this situation.

Out of the two of you, she was the one who was in the wrong. She was the one fucking up her relationship just because she was upset with her girlfriend. And she had the audacity to pull you down with her.

To make you like it.

You couldn't place all the blame on her and yet you did it anyway. As if that would somehow fix the entire situation.

Her hand comes down on your ass before you can make your predicament worse. The sudden sensation makes you jump, the leftover sting taking over your mind.

"Wanda." Your attempt to sound mad falls completely flat since your voice is far too breathless for it to be convincing.

She spanks you again. Once. Twice. Each time striking both harder and faster.

"Try again, detka," she tells you, her voice unforgiving. "And then maybe, I'll go easy on you."

She won't.

You know she won't. But the idea that she could is more than tantalizing enough.

Although, then again, it wasn't like you didn't enjoy calling her by her beloved title.

"Mommy," you whisper, your voice sounding way too loud in the empty kitchen.

You don't need to be looking at her to see the proud grin that takes over her features.

This is the real reason why she wants you. Why she likes being with you. Because she doesn't need to fight you to get you to submit to her every whim.

"Good girl." Wanda's hands toy with the waistband of your pants. "Tell me what you want."

You allow the silence to drag on for a second longer than necessary. You both know you won't deny her, you can't, but that doesn't mean you can't keep her guessing. 

Maybe then she'll grow tired of you and stop using you so carelessly.

"Want you to touch me...please, mommy."

You half expect her to drag the moment out until you can't hold yourself back from begging for more. For her.

She doesn't, though, because unbeknownst to you, she's playing a different kind of game with you today.

Wanda uses her powers to undress you, barely giving you a second to register just how vulnerable she's leaving you. You know no one will walk in on you two, she promised you that much, but that doesn't make it any less scary...and thrilling.

"Look at you," she coos, her fingers spreading your slick folds. "So wet and I've barely even touched you. Such a needy thing, aren't you, sweetheart?"

It's embarrassing how hard your walls clench around pure air from the mere tone of her voice. It's that intoxicating mix between degrading and sweet that you want everything she's willing to give you.

"Yes, mommy," you whimper.

"Oh, I know," she says, pushing the tip of her index finger into your tight cunt. "She's such a good girl, isn't she?"

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion but her powers hold you down and stop you from turning to look at her. Your question is answered before you can even ask it, though, as a certain pair of black boots make their way into your field of vision.

"I'm not sure." The sound of Natasha's voice sends a shiver down her spine. "She looks like a desperate slut to me."

Wanda stops you from answering, thanks to her powers. "Oh, come on, Nat, don't be mean. Look how eager she is to be played with."

The redhead rolls her eyes. "That just proves my point."

The witch laughs, taking the moment to sink her finger deeper into your pussy, relishing the wet sounds that fill the kitchen. You're more than a little humiliated, but there's nothing you can do to stop it. Worse, there's nothing you can do to deny how wet the situation is making you.

How desperate you are for more.

Wanda knows. Of course, she knows. It's partly because of her powers and partly because she knows your body far too well. And because she knows you so well, she gives you a chance to call the whole thing off before it even truly starts.

"What's your color, y/n?"

It would be so easy to say "red" and stop everything. You know there would be zero judgement. That despite whatever agreement they've come to, they'd both take a step back and make sure you were okay.

And yet...you can't seem to form the word.

Because, as much as you don't want to admit it...you want this.

"Green..." you whisper.

Wanda leans in, taking your mind off of Natasha's eyes on you, and peppers soft kisses across your back. The softness of her lips is a stark contrast to her previous demeanor and it helps calm down your speeding nerves.

The Russian steps forward, her hand cupping your face and gently tilting it backward until your eyes meet. "You want this, don't you, darling?"

You don't want to admit it but you can't bring yourself to lie to her. "Yes...I want this."

The sharpness in her eyes fades away slightly. There's still an edge of annoyance in her features but she looks almost as turned on as you feel. "Good girl."

Your walls clench around Wanda's finger and she chuckles before starting to move in and out of your tight heat. "I think she likes you, Nat."

"Shut up."

Wanda adds another finger into the mix, expertly stretching you out and drawing out a long moan from your parted lips. "That's it, just give in, sweetheart. Doesn't it feel better when you stop thinking so much?"

It's startling how right she is.

She doesn't wait for an answer this time, though, she simply speeds up her movements, curling her fingers in the way that drives you crazy. The pleasure slowly overwhelms your mind, removing all other thoughts until all you can focus on is how good it all feels. How much you like submitting to them like this.

"Mommy..." You whine, watching the way Natasha's eyes darken in response to your sounds. "Please...need more."

"Aw, are two fingers not enough for you, baby?" The fake pity in her tone turns you on more than it should. "Does your greedy pussy need more?"

You nod desperately, ignoring the humiliation that lingers in your every move.

All that earns you is another laugh from Wanda and an eye roll from Natasha.

The redhead steps back from you, causing you to whimper, before her hands move to her belt. Her eyes remain on yours as she starts removing her garments, slowly revealing the red strap-on resting between her legs.

Your lips part almost instantly once you catch sight of the full size of it and just how incredibly dominant it makes Natasha look. You shouldn't be surprised considering what everyone, including Wanda, always say about her. Then again, seeing is believing.

"So fucking eager, aren't you?" You know the Russian is technically making fun of you, but you can't help feeling a bit proud of yourself for the grin on her face.

She steps forward, her hands coming up to tangle in your hair and guide you forward. There's something weirdly soft about her movements, about the way she takes her time with you. Maybe, just maybe, she likes you more than she's let on.

You wrap your lips around the head of the dildo, your eyes glued to Natasha's face. You can see the flecks of pleasure spreading across her features, the way she clenches her jaw to stop herself from vocalizing it. It's like you're stuck in a far too arousing competition with her. Each of you trying your damn harderst to break the other.

Unfortunately for you, you also have Wanda working behind you, her fingers restlessly pumping in and out of your soaked entrance. She knows exactly how to wind you up. 

Exactly how to keep you on your toes yet wanting more.

Natasha guides you further down her cock, working the length deeper into your mouth. "You look so much better like this, malyshka."

"I told you," Wanda pipes up, choosing that exact moment to work another finger into your tight heat. "You just wanted to be a party pooper."

"Keep talking like that and you'll be next, Maximoff."

"You're no fun."

You've never heard Wanda like this. So pouty and borderline bratty. It's a stark contrast to the dominant woman you've grown so attached to. To the one that turns your brain to putty with just a few words.

"Don't get any ideas, sweetheart. Mommy's still in charge here."

You moan in response, the sound muffled by the dildo currently stuffing your mouth.

"If you're Mommy," Natasha says, starting to thrust into your mouth. "Does that make me Daddy?"

You try to voice your approval for the title but neither of the women pay attention to you. They just keep talking like you're not even there, like all you are is a toy for them to play with.

"I thought you didn't like being called that."

The redhead shrugs in response. "I don't but now I'm curious."

"I think our good girl would like it."

You wait for Natasha to complain and say something about how you aren't theirs. Maybe make fun of you again for even thinking they'd ever entertain that idea.

She doesn't, though.

All she does is double her efforts as she keeps thrusting into your mouth. 

The kitchen fills with the sounds of your pleasure as they both play with your needy holes.

You feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge, the coil in your stomach getting tighter with each one of their well-timed thrusts. You're completely at their mercy and you love every second of their never-ending show of dominance.

Of control over you.

Wanda's movements speed up and you do your best to ask for permission to cum, knowing all too well the consequences that would await you if you forgot. It's practically impossible to speak, though, considering the way Natasha is still thrusting into your mouth, her hips grinding against the base of the dildo each time she slips the length back inside.

"I know, baby," the witch reassures you. "You want to cum so bad, don't you?"

All she gets is a muffled whine in response, your body jerking forward when her thumb teases your swollen clit.

"Go ahead, darling," Natasha speaks up, her voice practically a low growl. "Cum all over Mommy's fingers for me."

You're not used to receiving such a command from the redhead and yet your body reacts immediatly to her tone. Your whole body seems to come alive as you fall over the edge, Wanda's fingers never ceasing in their movements. She expertly draws out your pleasure until you're left shaking and panting. 

The ringing in your ears doesn't allow you to hear the string of moans that leave Natasha's mouth as she watches the scene. The sight of you coming undone so violently causes her to fall apart, her fingers tightening in your hair until you're sputtering for air.

Thankfully, Wanda knows your limits well.

No words are exchanged as she uses her magic on you again. You're barely coherent, your mind still too muddled by pure pleasure and the cotton-filled haze of submission.

She gently sets you down on the couch, wiping down your soaked skin with a wet cloth, making sure to look you over in case their rough movements bruised you up.

"You okay, darling?" The witch asks as she settles down next to you.

You nod in response, shifting a little until your head rests in her lap. "Yeah...just tired."

"You should get some rest, detka. We have a lot to talk about."

Her words make you laugh. "That's an understament, Wands."

"Whatever." She moves her hand down to run her fingers through your hair, gently scratching your scalp as sleep overcomes you.

There's a lot you don't understand, a lot you really figure out, but you feel safe with the knowledge that you haven't ruined anything. That you're not an intruder in their relationship. If anything, you're a welcome addition.