#takes him 3 years to stop wearing the suit under his clothes all the time and unbutton back down a little

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

a scar i totally forgot about in my notes and by extension that drawing i did (but you couldn't see peter's back there anyway so eh)

it's a handprint from kaine (somehow the only one? idk) TBH there's a chance this scar doesn't even end up happening so i guess it doesn't really matter if i forgot it cause it might not be relevant lol but i wanted to doodle it anyway...

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You Haven't Failed Part 4

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Tags: Spidey!Reader, Venom!Reader, So Much Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Violence, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut

Everything Taglist: @sammy90682 @nobody13 @owloftheshadows @captain-josslett @camslightstories @worldovart @finleyfray @acertainredhead @sammm9068 @reginassecretlover

You woke up to bright, warm sunlight filtering through the open blinds of the window. The space beside you was empty. You were beginning to stir, and the feeling of the cool sheets where Wanda’s body was supposed to be was what woke you up. She was gone, but on her pillow was a note. In her elegant cursive, you read what she wrote:

Good morning gorgeous!

I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to wake up next to you, but I got pulled away on assignment. Make sure to eat food and drink water. Nick mentioned that he wanted to see you for something so make sure you stop by his office. I made breakfast and placed it in the microwave for you to heat up. I love you so much.

-W <3

You smiled dreamily as you pivoted onto your back, and stared at the ceiling. Something about Wanda leaving you a note was so…romantic. You laughed softly as you thought about last night, and normally, something like that would have left you sore in the morning after, but you felt good. Great even. You weren’t even exhausted despite being up all night, and you stretched your entire body before throwing the blankets off you and starting your day. It was an hour by the time you made it to Nick’s office. You ate and showered before dawning your supersuit. True to what you told Wanda during dinner, Nick was partnering you up with Peter to sweep a 10-mile radius around Oscorp Industries. You and Peter high-fived in excitement. It’d been a while since you worked with the friendly, neighborhood Spider-man and it was going to be so nice to spend time with him. Though Peter was younger than you, he had his powers longer than you did, and he was the one to teach you everything that he knew.

You and Peter divided the work. You would take the northern half of the radius while Peter took the southern half. You were swinging in between buildings, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, while Peter talked to you via the comm in your ear.

“I’m just saying, Y/n. You should let Mr. Stark build you a suit. With access to nanotechnology and an AI, I’m sure he could make you something that you would like. It is certainly easier than wearing a suit under your clothing or having to change into one. Trust me, I tried that, and it was much more difficult than I thought it would be.”

You laughed, the visual of him struggling to get his suit on in some cramped, little space, entertaining you more than it should. Peter tried for years to get you to go to Tony. Even Tony himself approached you with various blueprints and drawings, saying that he was ready to do this the moment you were. You weren’t sure just yet. Having a physical suit was nostalgic to you, but maybe it was time for an upgrade. You were sure that Wanda was sick of smelling your suit every time you came home from work, though she did take it in stride.

“Maybe I will visit him,” you told Peter, and you could hear the excitement in his voice.

“Really?!”

“Yeah, I mean. I like your integrated suit.”

The blue, red, and gold colors were a nice touch along with all the gizmos and gadgets that were equipped to it. Admittedly though, it wasn’t your favorite. Your favorite suit that you saw Peter wear was the Iron Spider. If you were going to wear a new suit, you wanted it to look like that one. The sleek metallic look, and the way it looked like Tony’s Iron-Man suit really had you impressed.

“You won’t regret it. I promise! Besides my suit gives me an advantage that you don’t have.”

“What’s that?”

“FRIDAY gives me access to police scanners. There’s a fight between the police and some escaped convicts at the corner of 12th. I can meet you there?”

Damn. That was a nice perk. The moment he pointed it out, your spider senses went off just as you heard guns firing. “Yeah, I’ll see you there.”

You headed to the confrontation, and landed next to an officer that was taking cover behind his car.

“Hey one of the Spideys are here!” someone pointed out and you gave them a shy wave. You turned to the officer as you ducked with him.

“There are six of them. At least three have guns, while others have short, ranged weapons. Think you can take them?”

“In my sleep,” you said with a smile. “Just make sure you help the civilians.”

“You got it.”

He shuffled away from you, and you focused on the comm in your ear. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah,” Peter answered. “I’ll be there in 10. Make sure you leave me some.”

“No promises if you take your sweet time getting here.”

Peter laughed before he turned his comm off. You took several deep breaths to prepare yourself. Your spider senses were going crazy, and you jumped to your feet and dodged right as someone tried to shoot you. You raised your arm and fired a web from your hand, the white fluid attaching itself to the gun right as you yanked it out of the hands of your target. You spun it around and launched it back at the person you snatched it from, and you heard the solid impact of metal against skin as it collided into his ribs. He choked on his next breath of air, his face turning a deep red color, before he collapsed onto his back.

“Aw shit, the Spider is here!”

You smiled beneath your mask and got to work. The two prisoners with guns aimed at you simultaneously and fired. You dodged the bullets easily, jumping and flipping out of the way. You shot two lines of web at them, each line attaching to their feet. You watched as they both looked at you, and then at each other before you grabbed the lines and threw them up into the air. They screamed in terror, and you shot more webs at them while they were airborne. The fluid wrapped around their bodies before attaching them to the nearest wall of a building. That was three down and no more guns. Three more to go. The crowd that was gathering around you cheered, and you knew that if Peter didn’t get here within the next minute, he was going to miss on all the fun. One prisoner with a crowbar tried to rush you, but you laughed. His movements were slow and clumsy as he swung the bar and missed. You easily punched him, your fist connecting solidly with his cheek, before he collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Two more. One of the guys was immediately in front of you, and thinking nothing of it, you rushed him. In his hands was a wooden baseball bat, and before he could get close enough to swing it, you launched more webs at him. One of the webs crashed into the bat, and the solid wood was knocked into his forehead before the rest of the webs wrapped around his body. You watched as he went cross eyed before his knees buckled, his body folding like a lawn chair.

There was one more prisoner to go, and before you could even consider thinking about where he went, your spider senses fired off in your head. You don’t know why you did what you did. Any other time you would have flipped out of the way or webbed yourself to safety. You didn’t do either of those. Instead, you turned on your feet and faced the threat, right as that threat impaled you with a machete. The blade went clean through you, in and out. You gasped as blazing, fiery agony erupted to life in your stomach. Blood was quick to pour from the wounds, red staining your suit as you clutched onto the person that stabbed you.

“One spider down. One to go,” he spat as he twisted the blade. You screamed, the cheers from the crowd going silent.

You heard commotion, the attention of the police now on you as they all unholstered their weapons and pointed it at the convict.

“Go ahead!” he barked. “Shoot! Let’s see if you can hit me and not your precious, little hero.”

You’ve gotten your ass handed to you a couple of times, but you had never been stabbed before. It was more agonizing than people made it out to be. Whatever was said about it, did not do it justice. Your vision swam with tears, the pain so intense and nauseating that you thought you were going to pass out. Warm wetness continued to spread, more blood dripping and staining your suit. Stuttering breaths left you. You could hear Peter’s voice in your ear, but it was like he was speaking underwater. You heard his voice, but you didn’t hear his words.

The pain was growing distant, and you thought that it meant that you were going to die, when you felt something happening. Between your body and his, you heard something wet moving. At first, you thought that you were hallucinating, but you saw the prisoner’s face contort in fear as he looked down. He snatched his hand away from the machete’s handle and took a step back.

“What the fuck?!” he exclaimed.

You looked down and saw black, tiny tendrils of oozing mass wrapping around the blade. It traveled, thick and viscous, to the handle, the tendrils wrapping around and around as they moved. From behind, you felt the blade snap, the sharp clang of metal against the asphalt ringing out as the pain in your back disappeared, but you watched in shock as the tendrils flexed and began to push the other half of the broken machete out of your body. That, too, clanged heavily to the ground, the handle and the small bit of remaining broken metal, rolled to a stop to rest heavily in the street. Then, slowly, the tendrils retreated back into your body and out of sight. Your flesh wove itself back together, the pain completely gone. You stood there in a stupor before your hand smoothed down your stomach. Not even a scar. The only evidence of you being stabbed was the large, inches long gash through your suit, and the drying blood that surrounded it. That was all. Beyond that, you felt great, energized.

And pissed.

He just tried to kill you. While your immediate thought had been the pain, your thoughts now shifted to Wanda and how you wouldn’t have saw her again if you died. Though it’d been a few years since she was dusted, to you, it still felt like you just got her back. Now, someone just tried to take you away from her. A fury, the likes of which you hadn’t felt in a really long time, consumed you, and you saw red. You were going to end him where he stood, and you were going to ensure that he couldn’t do to anyone else what he did to you.

Though he couldn’t see your face, the prisoner saw the slow turn of your head as you faced him. He whimpered and started to back away, his hands raised in surrender.

“L-Look, I d-didn’t mean-”

You didn’t let him finish that sentence. You appeared before him in the blink of an eye, there and gone before he could comprehend, and you wrapped your hand around his throat. You hoisted him easily into the air with a grunt and watched emotionlessly as he choked. He tried to pry your hand loose from his neck, but he was too weak. Too feeble. Too breakable.

“D-don’t” he choked out, but you frowned.

“Why?”

You let that one question hang between you and him. His eyes widened, and you said nothing more before you slammed him into the ground. You crouched over his body, grabbed him by the collar of his prison shirt, and punched him again and again. With every connection of your knuckles against his face, a deep satisfaction filled you to the brim. He deserved this. He deserved this for daring to snatch your future with Wanda away like Thanos had. Punching him over and over, feeling his nose break and his jaw shatter beneath your strength filled you with happiness. You smiled as his head snapped back again and again. He went silent minutes ago. The crowd was eerily hushed behind you, and you watched with a sense of accomplishment as his blood splattered all over the ground.

“Stop! Stop!”

A hand grabbed your next punch before it could connect, and you almost retaliated against the person that dared to stop you, a growl leaving your lips, when you came face to face with Peter. You couldn’t see his face beneath his mask, but you could hear the horror in his voice.

“What are you doing?? You’re going to kill him!"

That had been your intentions, but for some reason, hearing it out loud was like an ice, cold bucket of water was dumped on you. The harsh reality of what you almost did dawned on you. You stared at the man, his face almost disfigured beyond recognition, and you could barely hear the beating of his heart. It was sluggish behind his ribs, and wheezy, gurgling breaths left his split lips as he lay unconscious in the street. When you looked down, you saw that his blood coated your hand. It drenched through the material of your suit. You could practically feel the cooling wetness of it on your skin. Your chest heaved as breaths sawed in and out of you, and you stumbled to your feet as you looked around. Everyone was staring at you with a mixture of shock, fear, and alarm. Even the police regarded you with guarded terror.

“Look, I-” you began as you took a step towards one of them, but he quickly raised his gun to you, the grip he had on it trembling with fright.

You stopped in your tracks and clenched your jaw. Then, you turned to look at Peter, who pointed his chin down the street.

“Go,” he whispered.

You listened immediately, and shot a web, grabbing it before launching yourself into the air.

Part 5

[g0ttal0ve101]

Johnny Headcanons <3

TW: GAH!!!! TEXAS MAN JUMPSCARE!!!!!!!!

Note: had to do it to them 😮‍💨 i decided to do a mix of romantic and random hcs cause i thought it was cutie but I did section them off from each other!! might write about tcm later on so i’ll take requests for it!!!!! @twsted-idiot :3

RANDOM

he definitely had a FUCK ASS haircut growing up. all those boys in that damn house did. NANCY HAD NO IDEA WHAT SHE WAS DOING 🗣️💥 she really pulled up with the scissors and said ‘alright sweetie just hold still’ and fucked up his entire life for a hot 10 years. after that no one gets near the hair…

fuck ass teeth lets be soooo real. from the amount of times he’s gotten into fights at the bar or in a street, he definitely lost/chipped a few in his prime teen years. his bottom teeth are also a lil crooked…but it’s cutie on him! our little gummy bear ❤️ (bitch has gums for days it’s ok to admit it!!)

i’ll talk abt a lot of his love languages in the romantic section but let me tell you, he’s good at pulling bitches but has trouble pulling ppl he’s ACTUALLY interested in 🗣️💥

^ what I mean by that is like. if he just wants a good fuck and a bougie dinner, trust he’ll have a bitch under his arm! but if he has someone he genuinely cares about and wants to be with, he’s more reluctant to show interest… if that makes sense.

everyone knows he has a farmer’s tan 😭 tan one second, takes off his shirt, WOAH!!! WHOS THIS WHITE MAN??? IS THAT A FUCKING GHOST??? oh no it’s just johnny’s tatas 😻

^ speaking of wish im a freckle truther so fuck you he has light freckles on his face 😮‍💨

ALCOHOLIC. REAL BAD. say bye bye to his livers 😿……but no seriously he has terrible drinking habits. practically drinks every night smh. and that’s on dealing with unbearable depression 😮‍💨

SMOKES HEAVY TOO. (johnny your lungs…😿)

idk abt yall but I think johnny’s a sweetheart to bubba….his mama taught him better than to boss him around and be an asshole like CERTAIN PEOPLE. although johnny can come off as demanding, i truly think he has the best intentions at heart when he’s interacting with bubba ❤️

kinda homophobic but gay at the same time 😮‍💨 and that’s on that TEXAN TIP 🇺🇸🦅💥 YEEEEHAW!!!

in my head i think johnny had his own room n stuff in the house up until he confronted nancy. after that and getting his eye fucked up, he wanted to be petty and sleep outside just to bother nancy. at first she didn’t care and thought he’d eventually just come back in but. he. DID NOT. instead he literally cleaned out the entire shack, found a cheap couch from some thrift store, n fucked that shit UP!!!!!! nancy was PISSED!!! 🗣️ “come back in”…..“no” type shit

loves keeping souvenirs of his victims. ESPECIALLY memorable ones. where did he get that belt? simple, really. this cute guy tried to use it as a defense mechanism! johnny strangled him with it shortly after ❤️ oh and this perfume? yeah, he found that in a REAL fighter’s purse. she was cute whenever she screamed 🌹

started driving at like. 10. nancy fucking FLIPPED OUT whenever she caught him riding around in a car as a literal CHILD. (influenced by certain people😒) but even after all her scolding, he never stopped 💀…that’s why he’s a good driver to this day!

this man loooooooooves his hunting. talking abt sum “THATS A BUTTON BUCK 🗣️” bitch no one knows what you’re talking abt be quiet. (I love him passionately)

johnny DESPISES wearing formal clothing. whether it’s some dumb church suit, dress shirt, or WHATEVER, he does NOT FW THAT SHIT ❌ the real ones know johnny walks around his house with just his boxers on…..and that’s on that country shit 🇺🇸🦅💥 (more like CUNTry)

CALLOUSED HANDS TRUTHER 💥 he definitely has some fucked up fingernails too. stained with oil n shit….SOMEONE GET HIM A PEDICURE IMMEDIATELY.

nubbins always instigates him into fighting a family member 💀 (usually sissy or the cook) talking abt sum: “she said you get noooo bitches…hot ones at least lolsies” or “he told me that he thinks you’re the weakest link of the family but yknow…” FALSE ACCUSATIONS!!!! but johnny falls for it every time 😭

ROMANTIC

HATES PHYSICAL AFFECTION AT FIRST!!! I’m telling you this right now he DON’T LIKE IT!!!!! and it’s not even in the cutie ‘aw he’s touched starved’—NO. HE DON’T LIKE IT. that’s not to say his opinion won’t sway a lil depending on the person (🤭) but at first that’s a big no no with him.

^ but once he starts getting comfortable with you, it’s impossible to pry him off. always wanna hug you n kiss you n play with your hair….he’s a lil love bug fr!

terrible at handling verbal affection. like god 😭 when receiving compliments, he kinda just scoffs, says something snarky, n tries to change the subject. keep doing it? he doesn’t know what to do with himself. it eventually becomes a staring contest with him being like ‘quit that rn.’ but let’s be honest, he likes it 😮‍💨

^ in terms of GIVING IT OUT, he’s pretty good at it. words of encouragement come easy to him since he just has to give you a ‘good job’ (maybe even adding a lil pet name if he’s feeling cute) n move on with his life.

^ but complimenting your laugh? your voice? your eyes? your hair? your clothes? he does it in the slickest ways possible. never over the top or on the nose, always subtle and almost unnoticeable.

he shows his affection through gift giving. stolen flowers from sissy’s garden, stolen jewelry from…trespassers, stolen expensive clothes with suspicious gashes through the fabric, severed limbs—LMAO OFC NOT!!!!! but yes he’s very inclined to give you lil gifts here and there.

surprisingly enough, he likes teaching you stuff. whether it be something small like the mechanics of a car or something big like gutting and skinning a corpse, he enjoys being the one who shows you how to do things he knows how to do well. and when he sees that he successfully accomplished his goal of educating you, he’s happier than ever. (this is also a perfect excuse for him to call you a good girl/boy!!!!!! he’s not slick!!!!!)

pet names consist of the TEXAN WAY BABY YEEEEHAW 💥🦅🇺🇸 sweetie/sweetheart, baby/babe, honey/hun, angel face/doll face, y’know how it is. and it’s kinda cute cause throughout your relationship with him, you unlock certain pet names!!

wanna see a magic trick? 🪄 MANIPULATION! johnny is a genius when it comes to manipulating you. and trust me, you will NOT know he’s doing it.

this is really fucked up (bc HE’S fucked up) but he definitely pushes your boundaries in the beginning of the relationship. it’s kinda like a test to see what he can get away with and how you’ll react to him being an asshole. are you gonna cuss him out? are you gonna hit him? cry? run off? he wants to know.

^ and by ‘pushing the boundaries’ I mean degradation n shit. you ask him what’s wrong and he calls you a filthy whore, a mangy slut, a stupid bitch, JUST TO SEE what you’ll do.

^ the way to pass the test is STANDING UP TO HIM. that’s what he WANTS. be an asshole back!! don’t lose your shit, just one-up him. for example, call him a bitch ass momma’s boy!! that’ll have him on his KNEES!!

who said jealous? BECAUSE YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. johnny IS insecure and thinks you’ll leave him, so it’s better if you DON’T talk to anyone he could perceive as a threat. he lays off with family n shit bc he gets it, but if they ain’t related to you? bitch they better know how to fight 😮‍💨

PDA is iffy with him especially around any of the family LMAO….but if he feels threatened by a guy or god forbid JEALOUS, best believe you’ll have an arm around your waist real fast. 🤭

you better like late night drives bc this man ADORES them. whenever he wants to have a sentimental moment with you or treat you real special for a night, best believe you’ll be in his car for a good while. takes you to the PRETTIEST landscapes he knows of and just chills with you.

^ cutie till he tries scaring the shit outta you with some horrific story abt what happened there or sumn. or even…idk…..starts the hypothetical scenario of “y’know I could kill you rn and no one would be able to hear you scream LOL! 😹” johnny…..if you don’t shut the hell up….

if shit is serious, you definitely made a blood oath with him that you’ll stick with him despite everything. basically marriage imo. peak romance right there <3

[inkblot-inc]

A Trip Around The Sun

Summary: From the RCD Universe; It's been a year since you and Wanda made things official, so who doesn't love a little anniversary somethin' somethin'?

Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader

Warning(s): There's smut in this one so just to be sure: This is 18+ ONLY so MINORS DNI. Fingering (w receiving), oral sex (w recieving). The sex aside, this one's pretty sappy overall. I don't even think there's that much language in this one, bud.

Note(s): What better way to break in 2024 than with a little sweetness between two of my favorites? Granted this would have gone up yesterday had my power not gone out after coming home from my vacation, but ah well, we're here now. I hope y'all enjoy this one :3

Word Count: well into 2.7k baybee

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit!

Tonight was you and Wanda's one year anniversary and you wanted to leave with enough time to get home before Wanda and get changed for the plans you arranged tonight.

Wanda had been texting you as much as she could throughout the day in addition to packing your favorite for lunch. The texts had started out innocent and then got progressively heavier with innuendos later in the day. Needless to say, you were all but ready to finally see your girl.

You just finished cleaning up your station for the evening, making sure everything was powered off and in its proper place for when you come in the day after tomorrow. Before you walked out of the shop, you stopped in Logan's office as per usual. You walked in to see him going through papers. Inventory reports from what you were able to catch.

Logan looks up from his work, "Leaving early?"

You can't help the smile that blooms on your face as you answer. "Yeah, it's mine and Wanda's anniversary tonight. Wanted to take her out for the night, I even got reservations for seven."

Logan simply nods along with your explanation. "Where are you takin' her?"

There's a bit of hesitance in your voice as your eyes focus more on the older man's desk. "Carnivora Snow. She's never been, I don't think, But I think it'd be nice."

Logan doesn't respond for a good minute, before you wind up looking back at him. Logan sets down his paperwork. "Well, say hi for me, bub. And have a good night." His voice is just a little bit less gruff than usual.

Your smile is smaller but doesn't lose its warmth. "That's the plan."

After you leave Logan's office and close the door behind you, he just sits there for a second to have a moment to himself.

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It's 4:45 PM when you get home, and the first thing you do is go to shower and change clothes. You change into a black form-fitting suit; nothing egregious, but definitely formal enough to fit the occasion. You leave the top two buttons of your gray button-down shirt undone and wear a few silver rings to accessorize. You take your time to get the look just right since you're the first one home from work.

It's 5:30PM when Wanda gets in from work, your interaction is brief seeing as you both wanted to make it to your reservations on time. You mainly stuck to quick banter about your work days as you both finished getting ready to leave.

Wanda comes out of her personal room wearing a merlot red off-shoulder gown, with a silver piece of jewelry that mimics a tied neck for the dress. You realize that it disappears under said dress as well. Before your curiosity distracts you, you realize that it's 6:20PM and that you'll make your reservation with just enough time. After a brief deliberation, you opt to drive to the restaurant in Wanda's car rather than in your truck.

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Carnivora Snow is a Restaurant in New York that is well on its way to getting a Michelin star. With its reservation list almost always filled, you had to pull a few strings you hadn't used in a while to get seating for the two of you tonight, but it was more than worth it.

Both of you were having a wonderful time so far, with Wanda ordering Honey Garlic Salmon while you had the Chicken Kyiv this time around.

It was clear you both were enjoying yourselves, not just in terms of company, but food as well. Particularly when she noticed how quickly you were polishing your plate. "That good, huh?"

You swallowed the bite of food in your mouth before answering her, "I swear they snuck crack in this Chicken, Wands. The mashed potatoes are really good too,"

She smiled at your sheepish reply, "Do you mind if I try some?" You shook your head as you pushed your plate in Wanda's direction.

After cutting a piece of her own and trying it, she hummed in approval as her eyes lit up. "That's delicious,"

"Right? It's gotta be crack." Wanda laughed at the fake suspicion in your voice. Her food was quite good as well, but she made a note to herself to order this the next time she came here as she cut herself another piece. Wanda continued to laugh freely as you idly chatted over dinner and exchanged bites of the other's entrees.

You both split the cost when the check came, but you got up to go the restroom while you were waiting. You passed the Teppanyaki-style section of the restaurant on your way back, seeing two chefs in the front preparing food in front of other guests before you caught sight of another female chef in the back.

You met eyes with said chef before her eyes widened slightly. You see her talk to one of the other cooks before going through a side door to meeting you out on the floor.

The woman moved the blonde whisps peeking through her hat, surprise still settling into her features. "You're really here. Part of me thought you wouldn't show..."

You raised a brow with a teasing smile, "I contacted you, 'Lena"

She nods, more to herself than anything. "I know, it's just...been a minute you know?"

You completely understood, it's been a busy few months because of the holiday season after all. "Logan says hey, by the way."

Yelena's answering smile is more sincere, "Well 'hey' to the old man. Anyways, how have you been? You said you were bringing your lady friend here with you."

You grinned at the mere mention of Wanda. "I did I did, she's still at our table. I'll introduce you before we leave."

After a second, your bright smile turns into a somber one. "How is she?"

Yelena's smile also dims, "Busy. Quiet.... She usually throws herself into her work this time of year. There's all the events coming after the holidays for her to plan and plan."

You nod as you try not to think too hard on what you heard. It was around this time that year too... "Well, I'll see you in a minute, we'll be at the front to finish paying" You squeeze Yelena's shoulder with your hand before you turn to walk back to your table.

Yelena simply watches your back before going back to let her workers know she'd be gone for another ten minutes.

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Wanda is gathering her bag when you come back, "Are we all set to go?"

She stands up to meet you with the check in her hand. "Yes we are. Was there a line at the bathroom?"

You take Wanda's hand in yours as you both walk to the front of the restaurant "it was a bit of a line, yeah. but there's someone I want you to meet before we go."

By the time the both of you get to the register, Yelena is there waiting for you. You gesture towards the blonde, "'Lena, this is my girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff. Wanda, this is my childhood friend, Yelena Belova. She also happens to own this establishment."

Yelena offers her hand to Wanda, who gladly takes it. "It's a pleasure to meet Y/n's instantly better half. They are very lucky to have you," she turns to you, "You are very lucky to have her,"

You roll your eyes at Yelena's teasing smirk as Wanda chuckles at her remark. "I don't need you to tell me that, I am highly aware."

Wanda rubs your arm in a overly soothing gesture, "We're both lucky, darling."

You lightly groan in fake irritation, "I regret this already." Both of them continue to joke at your expense, and you can't help but be relieved that they seemed to get along rather quickly.

After they exchanged phone numbers, you said your goodbyes actually getting a rare hug out of Yelena along with a promise to meet up again soon.

When You and Wanda left the restaurant, you give Wanda your suit jacket to avoid the brisk night air.

Wanda gratefully puts it on as you both make your way to her car. "Yelena seems really nice, honey. She reminds me of one of my work colleagues."

You open the car door for her before getting in yourself. "Yeah? She can be a bit much, but we're locked in like this," You crossed your fingers with one hand. "We met in middle school, so she's basically family anyway,"

"I bet the both of you were trouble together,"

"Eh, you'd win that bet," You chuckle to yourself as Wanda takes your free hand in her lap on the ride back home while you told recalled some of the things you got into (and sometimes paid for) with your oldest childhood friend.

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About halfway home, the energy in the car was different. As the troublemaker stories petered out, the more the both of you were focused on each other. The moment the two of you got back home from Carnivora Snow, the atmosphere was charged with intention.

The two of you were almost glued together as you made your way to the master bedroom. Wanda only separated from you long enough to go around the opposite side of the bed to undress, albeit slowly. You're admittedly less graceful while undressing in comparison to Wanda's slow striptease. Your impatience brought you around to Wanda's side of the bed just as she took off her shoes. You grasped at Wanda's borrowed jacket to feel more of her skin, and you watched it flush as your lips went from her face to her neck. The silky cloth could hardly compare.

"You look so beautiful tonight, doll," Your hands rest on Wanda's hips as her own reach up to unzip the back of her dress, and your eyes stay on hers in the full-length mirror across from the two of you as your lips stay level with her shoulder. "Y'know, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you at dinner..."

Wanda's smirk held nothing but mischief as she turned to look at you briefly, "Is that right?"

Wanda got the zipper about halfway done before you took it upon yourself to pull it the rest of the way down, the material going slack on her body. "Mhm, but now I don't have to even try to keep my hands off of you."

Your eyes enjoyed everything about the view; Along with more exposed goosebumps, the body jewelry Wanda wore for tonight was fully visible, the fine silver innocently clasped around her neck draped over her chest and caressed just under her breasts. With Wanda's stiff peaks coming through the thin tassels, the piece flattered her figure more than you thought anything could.

You let the fabric pool on the floor and ran your hands under the jewels to knead Wanda's breasts. A sigh left Wanda's mouth as she leaned back onto your front. You took the opportunity to pinch her nipple, making her moan from the sudden sensation.

Wanda takes her other hand to turn your face to look at her. "I need more, detka."

You tweak Wanda's nipple harder, making her cry out before running your free hand down from her hip to her navel before going under Wanda's lacey underwear.

You lift your head to meet Wanda's ear, "Just relax for me, I'll make you feel good baby. Promise."

Your index and middle fingers gathered some of Wanda's slick before they made contact with her clit and started to massage the bundle of nerves. Wanda's moans began to mix with each other as she squirmed under your hold, her eyes fluttering shut.

You pressed lightly on Wanda's clit making her gasp and open her eyes again. "Ah ah, I want you to watch me, doll."

Wanda's eyes gazed at the two of you in the mirror as your fingers went further until they sunk into her fully, curling inside.

You pumped your fingers in and out of Wanda's wetness at a steady pace, making her arch into your hand in search of more friction. "Harder, please! I've been waiting for this all night,"

You can't help but oblige as you push your fingers to go deeper, even adding a third finger to stretch Wanda out more. "Yeah? this is what you wanted, baby?"

"Yes yes yes! Just like that! God, you feel so good," Wanda's voice borders on breathless as she becomes like putty in your hands, her eyes half-lidded as she keeps her eyes on the two of you.

You pull Wanda to sit down with you on the end of the bed on your lap, as you continue to fuck her with your fingers, your thumb rubbing her clit to bring her closer to her high. Wanda cries out as you start moving your fingers at a feverish pace while continuing to knead her breast with your other hand.

You put your lips to her ear again, "Are you gonna cum for me, doll?" Wanda nods her head rapidly before you pull your fingers out of her making her groan at the lost feeling.

You lift your hand covered with Wanda's slick for her to see, "Look at the mess you were making all over my hand, Wandy." She watches you as you bring the soaked digits to your mouth to suck them clean.

Before Wanda can completely lose her high though, you move her to lay down on the bed fully while you settle below her on your stomach. You snag a pillow to place under her waist for comfort. Wanda's legs settle on your shoulders as your mouth becomes level with her pussy. While your arms hook around Wanda's thighs, you keep a thumb pressed to her clit while you eat her out. It doesn't take her long to get right back to where she ached to be.

"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" Your other hand holds her entrance open as your tongue chases her release with her. Wanda's hips spasm in your hold as you continue to help her through her orgasm.

You lift your head to look up at Wanda, hair long since falling out of the updo she carefully placed it in, the auburn tresses spread out on the sheets around her. You carefully move out from underneath Wanda to join her at the top of the bed.

Both of you finally took the time to catch your breath again, tremors continued to pulse through her still.

after laying down for a while, you untangled yourself from Wanda before sitting up. "I'm gonna get the shower going so the water can heat up, Alright?"

Wanda nodded with a lazy smile as you pressed a kiss to her forehead before getting out of the bed. She lightly grabbed your wrist, "I'm going to need you to carry to the bathroom though."

---

With the two of you showered and dressed for bed, your hand rested on Wanda's thigh as Wanda pulled up I Love Lucy on the TV. With Wanda's head on your chest, her hand toying with the hem of your wife beater. It was a peaceful, lulling atmosphere as the two of you enjoyed your shared space.

"Y/n, sweetie," Wanda's eyes stay on the show, and you can hear Wanda swallow before she speaks up. "I wanted to ask if you'll come to Fashion Week with me."

You move your head to look at Wanda properly. New York Fashion Week was in a little over a week from now, and you were prepared to stay home again. Wanda puts very little of her private life in the public eye, preferring to keep the two separate. With how naturally nosy people are, it makes sense to want that boundary.

A small smile forming on your face as you rubbed one of her shoulders to soothe the nerves you could already feel cropping up. "You really want me to go?"

"Mhm, I want you there with me. I barely got through our phone calls without caving and having you come down last year. It scares me a little that I've gotten so attached to you in what feels like so little time. I just-... I feel better with you beside me."

You leaned down to gently press your lips to Wanda's. "I'll gladly go with you then, Wanda." Your lips caressed each other again before you separated with both of your heads still resting on each other.

A smile grew on Wanda's face to match your own. "Happy anniversary, Y/n."

Happy anniversary, Wanda."

[hestzhyen]

Volume 4 Extras and Da Vinci Interview Yap: Names Edition

Not going to post screen caps since the extras are considered an incentive to buy the volumes. But I will definitely talk a bit about the info we got!

Names!

Braidbro's given name is Enji (円慈). 円 (en) means "circle" or "round" and is also the kanji for the Japanese yen. It's chosen for a baby to convey a sense of being valued, successful, and surrounded by love. Hm. 慈(ji) means love (in a parent-child sense), mercy, or compassion, and is chosen for it's direct meaning. HM. Wonder why he was the one Shiba talked to about honoring Tenri's memory by making sure none of the other kids followed his footsteps... (not). [circle of compassion] perhaps?

Sazasis is Tamaki (珠紀)! 珠 (tama) means "pearl", chosen for purity, beauty, and grace. 紀 (ki) means era or chronicle to remember special moments or events, the family's legacy and history, and/or to follow rules and regulations. [pearl chronicle] is a pretty name!

Birthdays

Kerfluffle over Hakuri being 17 aside, not much stands out. Unless you're into zodiac signs and Western birthstone interpretations I guess- go wild if so.

Well, actually... Sojo being confirmed 30 years old is pretty funny. Dude legit had beef with an 18-year old because of his parasocial relationship to the kid's dead dad. LMAO. He must have been so happy to have been born a day (and like 10 years) after Kunishige too.

If we want to take holidays into account, Chihiro was born on Mountain Day (8/11)! It's a fairly recent holiday that was only enacted in 2014, ostensibly to promote appreciation of the many mountains in Japan. I don't think there's any special meaning to this beyond the trivia value, as it was probably a coincidence if anything.

Hakuri's birthday falls on an unofficial holiday- Sakura Day (3/27). It was created in 1992 by the Cherry Blossom Association to promote interest in the tradition of hanami, or cherry blossom viewing. Probably another coincidence but we take these. It seems to suit him somehow!

Spring and summer, what a wonderful combination~ Don't think too hard about how Kunishige probably had New Year's sex based on Chihiro's birth date though. Don't imagine sexy Kunishige. Don't do it! Stop that!

SoTen?!

There was a little sketch of Soya talking to Tenri (thanks to Hella for the TL!) in the extras. It mentioned that Soya had a slight inferiority complex towards Tenri due to how fast his youngest brother surpassed him, which led him to fixate on Hakuri instead.

SoHaku folks are going a little nuts over this as you'd expect. Can't blame them though since several prominent artists in and outside of that circle had thought this might be the case. To have it confirmed in canon is pretty satisfying for all those who believed in it.

I never gave it much thought from the Tenri perspective, but it makes sense. Soya seems like he was supposed to be That Guy but was found lacking for some reason. He was lurking in the background every time Kyora was talking to Tenri and Hakuri side-by-side, completely unnoticed. And the stuff with his name, of course... So yeah. Hakuri really was Soya's punching bag because Soya felt he wasn't good enough. Thank goodness Soya is dead and definitely never coming back. Clothing Mysteries Revealed

There were also simple sketches of Hakuri and Chihiro's top layers to basically confirm what we already knew thanks to Chapter 45. Chihiro wears a plain long-sleeved black shirt, a track coat, and a trench coat that is a pain for Hokazono-sensei to draw. He might change the trench coat for something else later but wouldn't count on it for now. Hakuri wears a long-sleeved black turtleneck under a dress shirt and a haori that he tucks into his pants (cute!!!). The biggest surprise is that the dress shirt has a breast pocket I guess?

I'm happy for all the fan artists out there who will find the references useful, but... THE STRAPS? HELLO??? WHY THE STRAPS ON THE PANTS?! I insist this insignificant detail gets elaborated on. I require it. Is it his own fashion sense? If so, he didn't have them the day Ice Lady died despite the half boots, pants, and haori-undershirt combo remaining intact. At least a day passed (maybe) between her death and him being kicked out- he has a different style of dress shirt on the second layer compared to when we see him in the present day. So Hakuri had time to change but why add the straps? Where did they come from??? I cannot let this go. HELP.

Da Vinci Magazine Interview

Hokazono-sensei provided a long interview to the magazine that was published to help promote Volume 4's release. Brasilbro posted a lightly edited Machine TL of it, which has caused some buzz (my soul withers at the prospect of trying to do it myself...). As expected there's a lot of love given to Naruto, John Wick, and depicting blood splatters. He also references JJK and CSM as other manga that tell a faster story than previous shounen series. I've seen a lot of manga in recent years try to emulate Fujimoto-sensei's style, but I think Hokazono-sensei's done it the best because he's also a film buff. You can tell he loves action movies and has a movie director's PoV when he's composing the scenes (and especially the fights). Not that other styles are bad- I love me some more traditional shounen like Wind Breaker and HxH too. It's just if you're going to try and copy the feel of a Fujimoto manga, you need to be as insanely in love with movies as he is.

That's why the pacing in Kagurabachi is so fast, too- he doesn't want to lose reader engagement by slowing things down and having longer arcs with a few "dead" chapters here and there. He acknowledges that this makes the manga a very dense read at least. And I'm fine with it. I wish it was a smidge slower, but I still wouldn't change the pacing. I just hope it doesn't go any faster than this because every week is like a whirlwind already.

Kind of interested, kind of worried that he's using up all his prepared ideas as fast as he can to try and create new ones. Won't call it arrogant but maybe... idealistic? Creation is hard, man. Especially working at the brutal pace of a weekly serialization. I just hope he can keep up without compromising his health like so many other mangaka are forced to do. He mentions in the next paragraph that he's starting to feel the pressure. Not surprising in the least with all the extra art he's had to make for cover and color pages, volume bonuses, and re-draws.

I'm also really, really glad that I can put my worries of a sudden introduction of yokai or mythical beings as enemies to rest. He confirmed that he wanted Kagurabachi to be about people versus people. Yay! I wouldn't drop the manga if we changed course into fighting a supernatural threat, but I could get that pretty much anywhere. I'm invested in Kagurabachi for the storytelling about the human vs. human conflicts more than anything else. Keeping the cast and foes entirely (or mostly) human helps sell the extremely personal nature of Chihiro's revenge mission IMO.

Then there's this...

You wanted Hakuri to add some cuteness, huh?! Oh boy did you nail that one, Hokazono-sensei. These two are going to be fruity as heck to the end I can tell. But I'm also reassured as a HakuHiro shipper that Hokazono actually wanted Hakuri there and likes the character (he also mentioned that he likes drawing him in the Vol. 4 extras). I didn't believe the bad-faith accusations of Hakuri being the result of executive meddling for one second- don't sell me that short. I've read all of Hokazono-sensei's oneshots so I know he loves his color-coded SasuNaru expy duos. But sometimes I feel the relationship he's written between Hakuri and Chihiro is too good to be real. If he REALLY wanted them to come across that sus, though? Okay then! I won't worry about the wellspring drying up any time soon.

In general it seems like Hokazono-sensei's pretty put-together (for a memelord) and happy to be drawing Kagurabachi. I'm really, really glad for him and It's exciting to see his series finally get the recognition it deserves. Kagurabachi's on the big come-up now with all the extra promotion since winning the Tsugimanga award. Become the future of WSJ!

It's late. I've yapped too much today. If you read this- thanks. Say something nice to yourself, alright? And take care.

[calkale]

Younger icemav headcanons

older icemav headcanons here

Another timeline before i get into it ✌️ they met at top gun obvi and hooked up after the layton rescue, mav went back to top gun (for 3 months) but still kept in touch with ice, mav finally confessed years later it was like 1995-2000, they went through a bit of a rough patch after that but they did make up and started their relationship, mav became a test pilot in 2006 and ice stopped flying around then too

-Ice has a tramp stamp, this one is not up for debate this is real val kilmer told me, he got it in like 1984 but imagine that sexy old man with a tramp stamp hello

-mav thinks the tramp stamp is really hot but he does make fun of it

-the biting thing ice did in the locker room awakened something in mav, that was when he realized just how much he wanted ice

-one time when mav got deployed for like a year ice didnt bleach his hair and let his natural colour (medium to light brown) grow out and when mav came back he was so shocked, he dyed his hair again years later but they both agreed ices natural hair suited him more now

-mav drinks instant coffee and ice hates it

-Ice smells like coconut, this ones kinda canon cause of the shaving cream or whatever in his locker. He has coconut shampoo and conditioner too he takes such good care of his hair and forced mav to do the same, he figured out mass hair type and picked the perfect shampoo and conditioner for him

-mav was the one who confessed, he couldn’t take just hooking up and being that weird line between friendship and relationship anymore he needed to tell ice how he felt, ice was terrified but he did want to be with mav and he told him that, mav didn’t understand immediately, they got in an argument about it and after slider came and talked to mav, he overheard most of it and he knew how much ice liked (loved) mav so he had to do something. He had watched their whole relationship and listened to ice go on and on about mav for years and didn’t want it to end just because ice couldn’t talk about something. He knew it probably wasn’t his place to tell mav about ices past but if ice hadn’t told mav by now he probably never would, mav was stubborn and it did take about a month to really rebuild what they had but they agreed to give an actual relationship a try

-before carole died she told ice she hopped there would be a day they could get married, she was one of the few people who knew about their relationship and really wanted the best for them, ice never told mav she said that until their wedding day

-they look after bradley all the time, they pick him up from school, take him out for ice cream, take him to the beach and he loves it, one day when they were picking him up from school he told his friend that his dad and pops were here and ice and mav almost cried right there

-they share clothes, mav steals ices shirts and sweaters and theyre too big for him but he loves it cause it feels like a hug and smells like ice, ice also wears mavs shirts and theyre way too small on him theyre so tight but that doesnt stop him and it shows off his muscles so

-mav loves being called cute or pretty, hes so used to people just calling him hot or sexy (which he is) but the first time ice called him cute he blushed so hard

Nsfw under the cut

Nsfw

-they’ll fuck anywhere, usually its when they’re both drunk and horny and looking for a place to do it but it happens when theyre sober too

-mav is the one who gets fucked, he tried fucking ice once or twice but neither of them really liked it, mav takes control sometimes but its rare, ice likes being in charge especially in the bedroom

-ice loves to edge mav, he always wants to see how far he can go and loves to hear mav beg

-he also loves to overstimulate mav

-mav definitely has a think for ranks (so does ice but hes less likely to admit it), mav calls ice admiral in bed and they roleplay, every time ice goes up a rank mav makes such a big deal over it

-ice loves to make mav watch, he’ll fuck him in front of mirrors and hold his head so he cant look away or he’ll tie mavs hands behind his back on a chair then lay on the bed and get himself off, he knows mav loves it just as much as he does

-he also likes to make mav get off by himself, he’ll make him rub on his thigh or finger himself, this is usually a little reward after he’s been a brat all day because he doesn’t deserves ices dick but he does deserve to come

-ice loves when mav wears panties, he’ll wear them all day and sometimes he’ll show ice in the morning so every time they see each other throughout the day ice knows or he’ll keep it a secret until ice undresses him

-mav also loves dressing up for ice, he likes wearing girly stuff like short skirts, short shorts, little dresses, lingerie but also those jeans he always wears that make his ass look amazing he knows those drive ice wild (those r the only type of jeans he owns), he likes wearing suits too or his dress whites ice thinks he looks so cute when hes all fancy

-yes they keep the skirts and dresses on when they fuck

-mav loves ices mouth on him, his mouth, his tits, his dick, his ass, anywhere, he loves when he marks him up too he loves seeing the bite marks and hickeys ice leaves

-theyve had threesomes with slider before, not a lot they prefer when its just them but ice wanted to see slider fuck mav because of their size difference

-mav loves how much ice talks during sex, ice loves to praise mav or call him a brat and put him in his place, he loves telling mav what hes gonna do to him or what hes doing as hes doing it

[the-starry-seas]

hang on I need to infodump about Cavalry and Seku - he's in his late twenties and looks about sixty, and she's in her late fifties!

Cavalry is part of the informally-named Ghost Squad, which is made up of POW and MIA clones who were abandoned by the GAR, then later found by other clones and brought to a sanctuary planet that's run by clones, for clones.

Before he gets there, however-

There's not many job options for a clone, and he broke his left leg twice, so a physical labour job is wearing him down. He's alone and missing his brothers, but the GAR never answered his emergency beacon. So what exactly does he have going for him?

Well, the cheapest fast food place in town has a very polite waitress. Half the reason he goes there is because of the cheap food. The other half of the reason is because she's the only person who's habitually nice to him.

Eventually, though, he loses his job, and that means he stops coming to the restaurant. And she goes looking for him! He was always nice to her, too - couldn't afford to tip but left her origami lilies - and she wants to know if he's all right.

When she finds out that he doesn't have a job any more, she tells him to keep coming by the fast food place, and she'd keep feeding him. Eventually, though, this gets her in trouble with the owner, who isn't all that happy about her giving food away. It's not ~generating revenue~

So Seku quits, and they pool what little money they have to get passage to the next planet in the system. A world where they can live under the radar and be together. A world that has a balance of nature and commercial buildings, instead of just being a factory world.

They get married at the spaceport they land at. They're not in nice clothes. Their witness is a random guy waiting for a connecting flight. They don't have a reception. And they're so very, very happy.

Once they get new jobs, and their financial state improves, Cavalry starts looking for rings. They got married without, and Seku says she's fine with that, but Cavalry wants to give her everything they couldn't afford when they got married. Because she deserves that. She deserves to be a queen.

By the time a festival rolls around, celebrating a Twi'lek goddess, it's the middle of spring and Cavalry's saved up a few hundred credits. It takes very little convincing to get Seku to go with him. He takes her to an area where craftsmen have set up their stalls, and tells her to pick out any ring she wants. He slides it on her finger and kisses it with all the reverence she deserves.

(They're disgustingly adorable about the whole thing, as they should be. It's good for them <3)

And since the goddess celebrated by the festival is one of life and relationships, they're able to have a Twi'lek marriage ceremony. The one that Seku always wanted, with a fluffy pink dress and matching headgear embroidered with lilies. She's very delighted by it, and that means that Cavalry is delighted too. (And his suit vest matches her dress.)

Next year, the other clones find them, and bring them home to their home. Their Sanctuary. He brings her breakfast in bed. She surprises him with picnic lunches. They settle into a new life and Cavalry finds ways to heal from the war and his abandonment. Seku gets to wear her wedding dress for their anniversaries, and Cavalry always kisses her ring like the day he bought it for her.

There's times where Seku gets jeered at by some dipshit outsider. People who think there's only one reason a Twi'lek, who used to be an exotic dancer, would live with so many clones. Cavalry much enjoys reducing them to dust for their crimes. He does that thing where he says that's my wife! and knocks them out with one punch.

But apart from the occasional dipshit outsider, their life is very good!

Especially when the kids show up.

One of Cavalry's brothers, Boom, finds a pair of distraught Twi'lek kids and brings them back to Sanctuary. The kids don't speak Basic, but Seku speaks Twi'leki, so he's hoping that she can help find the kids' parents. Unfortunately, as it turns out, the parents died and the next closest relative couldn't afford to take care of them. They were put in foster care, but ended up running away due to the language barrier.

Cavalry's already adopted them emotionally by the time he finishes hearing their story. Seku is not far behind. And that's how they become parents to twelve-year-old Lyn and her little brother, nine-year-old Nawara! They're inseperable and drive each other nuts. Lyn is an adventurous outdoorswoman, and Nawara is a mama's boy who turns out to be a tech whiz.

They're all very happy with each other. And when Nawara later adopts his own two kids... well, it turns out that there's always room in their hearts for more family. Cavalry and Seku make exemplary grandparents.

[ghostlywritings]

Interrogation.

Summary: You're an accomplice of a wanted drug lord that has been under the radar for years. Until on the day you're to meet with him, you get taken into custody hoping to get any information out of you that will lead to his arrest. However, Ghost has some interesting interrogation tactics.

Warnings: Smut with some plot, very rough oral, slight blood play, slight knife play, mention of breeding, slapping, choking, coercion, use of slut/whore, no explicit consent, overall intercourse is on the rougher side.

A/N: This is my very first work ever! I hope you enjoy it might not be the very best but I tried to make it as perfect as possible. I hope you enjoy </3.

 Never would I think this day would happen, but maybe that’s just what happens when you become too cocky, the world will find a way to humble you. Years ago you were down on your luck until one night a man in an expensive suit, well more expensive than anything you’ve ever seen, approached you with an offer that seemed to be too good to be true. A life full of luxury, all the days of constant worries about where your next meal was going to come from would be no more. You were piss poor, nothing to lose at this point, you didn’t have to hear another word to tell him you were in. You would do anything to experience the amazing life everyone else seemed to be living. You meet with the mysterious man. His name Ludovin Petrova. He sold drugs. Lots of drugs. But needed help moving them, which is where you would come in. My job was simple enough. Move the drugs into the states without arising suspicion. Ludovin needed a woman to do this since you would be less likely to arise suspicion of even being capable to carry out such an operation. You get the drugs to the drop-off location and receive 100k. Seemed easy enough. You did a test run and went without a hitch. The second time, better than the first. You were making money so fast that you didn’t even know what to do with it anymore. Every single time it became easier and easier. You couldn’t stop now, you had to keep going. That’s until one night you were to meet Ludovin at the pickup point. He didn’t show. You met at the same place, same time, every two weeks. He was never late. Never early. Always on time. But something didn’t feel right. Did you mess up the dates? Were you at the wrong location? Before you could even call Ludovin to ask what the fuck was going on. A swarm of men comes out behind the shack where you were supposed to meet Ludovin, guns raised. You were arrested and taken to a holding center. You were engaging in illegal business but weren’t given any other explanation as to why you were there. You’ve been in here for what seems like hours. The clock on the wall would say otherwise though. You’ve been in here an hour max. The boring grey walls with no decor could drive anyone insane, to be honest. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when two men walk through the door. One holding a manilla folder. He has a green tactical vest over a plain short sleeve black shirt. Stubbled covers the lower half of his face, his hair styled into some sort of Mohawk. However, the man behind him is much more interesting to look at. He’s big, no huge. 6’3, 6’4. He’s so big he has to duck under the door frame. He wears the same clothing as the first. But he’s wearing a skull mask. You can’t make out any features but his eyes. Any skin around his eyes is covered in black. He’s muscular and incredibly toned. One of his forearms is covered in a tattoo that you can’t entirely see. His hands were covered by black gloves. Curiosity takes over you. What was the reason for the mask? Better yet you’d love to find out what was under the mask. They pull the chairs across you and sit. The first man speaks in a Scottish accent. 

“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here right now…well at least to a certain extent.” He states.

“Mmm can’t say I’ve been a very good girl lately.” You sigh. Was this the point where you refuse to talk about anything else because you might talk too much and ask for a lawyer? That’s what they always do in the movies anyways. 

‘I’m sergeant “Soap” MacTavish and this is Lt Ghost”. You can’t help but to scuff. Ghost. Really? What a pretentious name.

“Is something funny?” MacTavish stares at me head on as if trying to intimidate you; it was working, you can’t make him think that though. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t petrified right now.  

“Uh no continue”, you try giving an apologetic look. 

“Like I was saying, you were arrested today for your involvement with Ludovin Petrova.-” You cut him off maybe denial would be your best bet right now.

“Don’t know who that is and before we continue further with this…..interrogation I want a lawyer here present, with me.” Soap and Ghost share a side-eye look. 

“Do you not know how much shit you’re in right now? This isn’t an arrest because you got too many speeding tickets, sweetheart. You’re heavily involved with a man that’s been on the most wanted list for smuggling an insane amount of drugs into the country and selling and exporting young women for sex trafficking. You don’t get a lawyer. You either tell us everything you know to help arrest him or you’re going to be spending a very, very long time in prison. As far as anyone else is concerned they don’t even know you’re alive. We can get rid of you once we’re done here and no one will know.” 

“Woah wait what? Sex trafficking? Uh sure I was moving drugs here and there but I wasn’t doing anything with sex trafficking let's get that straight”. Now you were really starting to panic. Sex trafficking? Was it dumb for you to just assumed Ludovin was only in the drug business? Jesus Christ. If you weren’t before you were definitely fucked now. Who knows what other things they had on you. What if they try pinning any random thing they find out on you?

“I thought you didn’t know him? No?”, Soap questions.

“Never said I did, I said I just moved drugs here and there.” You tried talking with confidence but were lying through your teeth hoping they wouldn’t notice how hoarse your voice started to become. Your mouth was so dry all of a sudden, your words only coming out as a small squeak. Who was going to get you out of this big ass mess? You didn’t have anyone. At least you couldn’t think of someone right now. Who would you even call let alone try to explain any of this, “Hey mom I got arrested for moving drugs for a huge drug lord who was also dabbling in sex trafficking but I didn’t do any of that stuff just the drug stuff!!!” God this is so fucked. 

“Well since you say you don’t know Ludovin maybe this will jog your memory a bit, eh?” Soap opens the manilla folder pulling out various photos. Some are of you on your first run. Others are taken of you meeting with another mover. One is even you in your home in a heated conversation with Ludovin. Another of Ludovin and you discussing a plan over dinner and another of you leaving his home in Mexico only two weeks prior. 

“Still wanna claim you don’t know this guy?” What can I say now? No, I don’t know him? You try to think of something quick but your mind is blank, Nothing, not a single excuse or lie could save your ass right now. So you sit there in silence. 

“Ludovin was supposed to meet with you today for your drop off but he didn’t sho-“

“I already told you I don’t know anything.” You say sharply.Denial would have to be your strategy for now till you figure something else out.

“I don’t think you’re understanding what’s going on here, you have no choice no one is coming to get you as far as anyone is concerned you’re dead. No one even knows you’re here. It would be in your best interest to help us figure out where the fuck your boss is at or you’ll end up dead.” Mactavish was growing with anger standing up from his seat to pace around the room when his phone begins to ring. 

“Mactavish what have you got for me?” He speaks into the phone. You try to make out the conversation from the other side of the line but it's too quiet. “I’m on my way” he ends the call closing the burner phone and putting it back in his pocket. “Price needs me to go deal with something I’ll be right back and keep an eye on her will ya?” With that said he leaves the room and it’s just you and “Ghost” now. If they wanted you to talk they should have had him interrogate you instead. He didn’t have to talk to intimidate you or do anything for that matter. I couldn’t tell if he was intimidating given the certain circumstances or was it because you couldn’t stop thinking of what was under the mask. He had to be attractive under it just by looking at the whole package. He’s tall and muscular. His muscles practically bulged out of his clothing. He readjusted himself in his seat. Still not taking his eyes off of you. What you would pay to know what he was thinking about right now.

“I can ask you a question?” No response. “Okay…do you, you know wear the mask all the time? Like do you wear it when you’re having sex?” I move closer across the table trying to get a better look at him but mostly to tease him. Having to readjust my arms as the handcuffs strain against my skin. “Now that's something id pay to see.” I can’t help but laugh like an idiot. I feel like an angsty teenager but I did want to know but mostly because I wanted to find out for myself. “I’ve never had sex with a guy wearing a mask before but I’m willing to try anything once.” Ghost crosses his beefy arms across his chest. Still no response. Geez, rough crowd. “Alright, I get it not much of a talker…” Enough with the failed flirting you had to find a way to get out of here. With just one of them here you could probably take one of them on. Of course, it had to be one of the biggest men you'd ever seen but you had to at least try. One of the handcuffs was loose enough to slip out of if you tried a little harder. Once loose you could just kick up the chair Ghost was sitting on. While he’s on the floor you can bolt for the door. You don’t know what the fuck you were gonna do after that but you'd have to figure it out once you got there. Oh god, here goes nothing. In a swift motion, you pull Ghost’s chair towards you using your legs causing him to fall to the ground. Yanking your hand out of one of the handcuffs you make a run for the door. You yank the handle. It’s locked from the outside. Ghost right behind you slams you against the door. An unbearable pain starts at your nose, blood already splattering all over the floor. Ghost throws you on the table you’re scrambling to hold on to something to keep you from falling over. 

“Are you always that fucking stupid?” Ghost spits out. There's a hint of sarcasm when he says it like your failed attempt was something to laugh about. Taking the handcuffs and looping them once again under the metal bar on the table making sure the cuffs are tighter now. You wince when he tightens them. Any movement and they were practically cutting into your wrists. 

“Ahh so he speaks, I was starting to think you were mute”. You say, hoping to break the tension once again. Red droplets of blood start to drip on the table. You try using the sleeve of your shirt to stop the bleeding. You have to move your whole body to get close to your arms, moving your arms toward your face is too painful now. “Also not really but I thought I would have at least tried,” you reply. Even trying to escape was rather embarrassing of course the door would be locked from the outside you were being held in a secret facility. “Shit I think you broke my nose too”, you suck in a breath. You try to not touch your nose the pain becoming more excruciating but at least the bleeding had finally stopped. Ghost comes up to you hooking his finger under your chin and angling your face towards the light to further examine the damage he had done.

“Hmmm maybe”, is all he says while taking a look at your nose. 

“Dick” is all you’re able to murmur under your breath. That’s all he was gonna say? He couldn’t even offer to clean you up or get you a tissue? Anything? 

“What was that?” Ghost is quick to hear what you said even though you practically whispered the insult so quietly you weren’t even sure if you said it out loud or it was just in your head. 

“I said you’re a fucking dick, you enjoy beating on women or something?’ You say it louder this time making sure that he heard it. Ghost still looks at you only letting out a quiet sigh.

“I don’t have a preference love, I do what I have to.” He replies in his deep British accent. “How would you like me to treat you instead? Do you want me to treat you like the whore you like to act like?” “Hmm?” He’s right behind you talking into your ear. All of a sudden the room is starting to feel 10x smaller than it was 5 minutes ago. “I asked you a question.” He presses on. His voice was extremely serious, any form of emotion was gone from his voice. He’s so close now you’re sure he can hear how fast your heart is beating now. He uncuffs you from the table. He holds onto the back of your shirt positioning you on the floor on your knees. 

“If you want to act like a whore I can treat you like one too.” He says. You're stunned, speechless and your mouth seems useless at making any words of protest now. He starts to unbuckle his belt from his blue denim jeans. He pulls out his dick and boy does it match his build. It's big. 8-9 inches rock solid, beads of pre cum teasing the tip of his cock. He holds it in one of his big hands, despite his hand being so large it only holds half of his dick. All you can do is just watch him. He grabs the back of your head forcefully pulling you closer to his cock. Your scalp burns with how rough he is with you but he doesn’t care. He drags you by your hair as if you were a rag doll. His gloved hand slaps your right cheek, a prickling pain starting from his slap and you can feel your cheek start to heat up.

“Open your fucking mouth slut”, is all he says. You comply opening your mouth as wide as you can. His cock is so big he’s not fully in your mouth and he’s already hitting the back of your throat. You gag at the sudden force he uses. Tears already starting to form in your eyes threatening to fall down your stinging cheek.

“Oh come on don’t tell me you can’t take it?” He teases. You try again taking his cock into your mouth and using your hand to jerk off whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. He pulls you by the hair off his cock slapping you again.

“Did I say you could fucking touch me?” He barks. You’re in shock by the sudden slap. You take him in your mouth again and make sure you’re only using your mouth now. Your attempts at giving head weren’t good enough. His glove-covered hands hold the sides of your face as he starts to face fuck you. His cock stretching your throat, you can feel him sliding in and out.

“I’ve had whores do better than that” is all he says as he continues to drill his dick into you. You try to fight off your gag reflex as much as you can. Tears from your eyes are practically streaming down your face at this point. He slides out of your mouth. You gasp for air trying to catch your breath. He lifts you up by the collar of your shirt throwing you against the table again. Bracing yourself he grabs your arms and handcuffs them to the bar once again. He pulls a knife from one of the holsters on his leg. Pulling your jeans down he uses his knife to cut your panties off. He nicks the side of your thigh, it's very subtle you barely feel the knife scraping you, but it stings. Bent over the table you stay frozen in place, not knowing what to say. Ghost is on his knees his mask at level with your sex. 

“Oh that poor little pussy,” he says. Taking his dick in his hand he softly glides into you. It doesn't take you long to realize why he said that. He feels even bigger inside you. Your walls stretch in an attempt to take all of his length in. It burns and you swear he could just split you in half with his dick alone right now if he wanted. Despite how rough he had been with you he was showing some remorse. He stayed in place for a couple of minutes letting you adjust before slowly moving in and out of you. 

“Holy fuck” is all you manage to mutter out. Despite the pain that came with his length he felt amazing inside you. 

He begins to speed up, the small room being filled with sounds of skin slapping. His groans become deeper and louder. He snakes a hand around your shoulder grabbing you by the neck and squeezing you so you're against his chest him still pumping into you. His mask is right next to your face the material scratching your cheek that he slapped only a few moments ago. 

“Now when that nice Scottish man comes back your gonna answer all his questions, right doll?” He whispers in your ear. 

“I-I can’t” you can barely speak but you know you can’t talk if you even make it out of here alive Ludovin’s men will find you and even kill you for speaking. Using the same knife Ghost used to cut your panties off he holds it to your neck. 

“I’ll ask you again think of a different answer okay? Plus you’re so close to cumming I can feel your walls closing on my dick trying to milk me. Don’t you wanna come?” He replies.

“You’re a fucking dick”, you bark back at him. He still has the knife pressed to your neck. Surprisingly it doesn’t intimidate you, you’re more concerned about finishing right now. 

“Please you know I can’t do that” you’re practically begging at this point. Pleading.

“Can’t or won’t, love?” He starts to pick up the pace you’re so entranced into the rhythm you can’t even focus your so close you can practically reach it. 

“Answer me you fucking slut or I swear I’ll stop right now”. He’s yelling at you now.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll say whatever just please let me come I’m begging sir,” you respond. 

“Now I’m sir? Oh, you are a whore,” He laughs at your pathetic begging. It doesn’t take long for you to feel a tightening in your stomach again. You’re so close. He starts to speed up in and out in and out. You throw your head back in absolute ecstasy as your orgasm ricochets through your whole body. Ghost guiding you through your orgasm.

“There you go atta girl,” is all he says as you go utterly limp over the table. Ghost slides out of you. All the juices that were inside you start slowly slipping out of your sex dripping onto the back of your thighs. You’re still frozen in place but Ghost unlocks the cuffs and removes them from your hands, roughly turning you around so that you’re facing him. He grabs you by the hips lifting you and pinning you to the wall. Wrapping your hands around his neck he repositions himself back inside you. His vertical movement forces you to move up.

“Please I can’t anymore,” you whine. Despite the pleasure he brought you he was so rough with you, you were completely worn out.  

“Oh come on you can give me one more? Can’t you?” He says. You don’t reply but hold onto him tighter and hide your face into the neck of his mask. You can feel his throaty moans coming from his chest, his breathing becoming more rapid. 

“Christ, I’m about to cum, should I cum inside you? Do you want my seed to shoot up inside you? I’ll come inside you and let it drip out of you when I’m done.” He holds onto your head whispering into your ear waiting for an answer. “Wouldn’t you like that huh? For soap to come back and see a big puddle of my cum in your chair and you’ll have to explain to him that you were being a little whore? Tell me how badly you want me to fucking breed you right now.” 

“Fuck please, c-” it was so hard to even make a coherent thought. You’re so overstimulated if it wasn’t for him keeping you up you would be jelly on the floor.

“Come on use your words like the good little slut you are.” He replies.

“Please come inside me sir I am begging please I want your hot seed dripping out of me.” You can barely finish your sentence as you can feel yourself again hitting your peak. You squeeze Ghost closer your legs starting to become numb from being around his waist while his cock drills in and out of you. 

“Fucking shit just like th-.” Before he can even finish his sentence you feel his cum shoot into you, his strokes becoming sloppy and lazy. You’re right behind him squeezing every last drop of cum his dick has to offer as you cum. Ghost releases you from around setting your feet on the ground. You attempt to stand on your own nearly falling over, you reach out for the table to catch yourself. Ghost takes your panties and throws them in a trash bin nearby. He grabs ahold of your jeans holding your ankle to signal you to move your leg into the pant leg so he can slide them back on for you. He sets the chair behind you so you’re able to sit. Gently he takes your hands cuffing them to the bar once again, except this time he doesn’t tighten them as much as he did the second time. It was funny seeing him this way now. He was so rough and harsh with his words. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it but all of a sudden he was being so nice and gentle with you. Ghost takes the chair across from you again staring blankly ahead. As if on cue the door clicks open and in walks Soap.

“Holy shit what the fuck happened”, he says surprised. You suddenly become aware of your appearance. You probably look like shit from Ghost smashing your nose in and slapping you around. 

“Not much but I’m sure she’s ready to talk now”, is all Ghost replies. 

[thatforgottenbasilisk]

miles morales hides an interdimensional fugitive in his dorm room (not clickbait)

Words: 2382 (AO3)

Summary:

In which the first person that Miles sees again, after ages of silence from the other spider-people, isn't Gwen. It's not someone with ulterior motives, but someone who's got nowhere else to go. Someone who's been backed into a corner, someone who's lost everything all over again, who knows that Miles, for all of his faults and inexperience in his role as Spider-man, will be able to help.

It is, of all people, Peni Parker.

For Whumptober 2023 Day 5, Prompt #3: "It's broken."

Miles wishes that the interdimensional rifts would time themselves to open when he does things that look cool, instead of... hanging out at home and doing whatever.

Thankfully, he's only been interrupted from doing some sketching, which- he could've been reading something, maybe, so he'd look smarter- isn't the worst thing to be shocked out of doing by the sudden arrival of an interdimensional version of not-you-but-the-mask-that-you-wear-to-beat-up-criminals.

That was a mouthful. More succinctly, it isn't the worst thing to be shocked out of doing by the sudden arrival of Peni Parker.

When Miles is done with his miniature heart attack from seeing a girl that he last met six months ago crash-landing into his bedroom, he notices that Peni is... not nearly as cheerful as she was when he last saw her. She barely seems to acknowledge him at all, instead kneeling on the floor and staring at something in her hands. She fell from the ceiling without a word, and she must have assumed her loosely kneeling position as Miles fell off his chair in surprise.

Still, it leads to where they are now, Miles haphazardly crawling over to Peni in lieu of standing up, while Peni stares at what is quickly becoming apparent as injuries lacing her hands, with a few shards of what looks like glass sticking out of them. Her clothes and face are somewhat beaten, too, with cuts and scrapes all over her body.

"Peni, what- "

"It's broken. Everything- everything is broken, Miles."

That... clears up exactly nothing.

"Peni, why are you here?" He doesn't mean to be rude, but it's seeming more and more like that's a time-sensitive question, considering that Peni dropped in from thin air looking like she just escaped from a fight outside of her crazy mech suit, which she seems to be missing entirely. She either hasn't had time to rebuild it, or she did make a new one and it got busted up, probably by the same people who did this to her.

The question seems to shock her out of her reverie, and she makes to stand, apologizing, of all things. "Sorry for barging in like this, Miles, I know you haven't seen me in forever and none of us have contacted you or anything, I'll just- "

Miles doesn't say anything to cut her off, just gently grabs her arms to stop her from standing fully. When she falls silent, Miles takes that as a chance to speak.

"I'm not upset that you're here, I just... never thought I'd see you again. You're from another dimension, so how did you end up back here? Was it on purpose? Why?"

Peni doesn't answer for a moment. Finally, she smiles at him, a strangely forlorn thing, and she giggles the slightest bit. Miles is only more confused, because he's got so many questions, most of them he didn't ask out of fear of being overwhelming- he now knows that he can't be too demanding of people who were in situations like the one that Peni probably just got out of- and her reaction isn't giving much of anything away.

"Sorry, I almost forgot that you didn't spend the past few months in an evil interdimensional spider-cult."

What?

-----

She explains what she means standing by the bathroom counter while Miles picks glass out of her hands with tweezers that were practically buried under loose band-aids in the first aid kit under the sink.

"It's not evil-evil, because the man who's in charge of it- Miguel O'Hara, from about 70 years in the future relative to this timeline if I'm right about your calendar- he actually wants to do good, which is- "

"Definitely worse." They both say at the same time, Miles now being familiar enough with how these criminals and supervillains work to know that the self-righteous ones are always the worst.

"So he was the first of us- spider-people- that we know of, obviously, to figure out how to hop dimensions on purpose and without any of that glitching that we had before. Because he was the first, he thinks he knows everything and nobody's really argued about it."

Miles glances up from Peni's hands to look at her face. "Nobody that you know of, or nobody before you?"

Peni shrugs as well as she can while keeping her hands still. "Both, I guess. Almost everyone who was here about six months ago- except for you and Gwen- were among the first to join in, but that's excepting all the time dilation and general messiness of time within Miguel's little bubble that he's got going in HQ, because of course he figured out time dilation before dimension hopping even though logically reversing the order of that would have been much simpler- anyway. Miguel's team of spider-people has grown exponentially, and it's only getting bigger and more dangerous."

Miles picks a piece of glass out of Peni's finger as he figures out what to say to that. What can he say to that? Everyone else that he met six months ago and changed his outlook on life as a whole is now in an evil organization of people who are led by someone who thinks he's right when, according to Peni, he's really not. Only Peni and Gwen seem to have escaped it, but he doesn't know where Gwen is, either, or what she's doing now.

"This sounds way too similar to what was going on with Alchemax. Doc Ock and everything, mission of bringing science to everyone while also having a shady guy in charge."

"Yeah, maybe. Alchemax with a much, much bigger scope." Peni watches Miles throw away a little piece of glass that was in her hand a moment before.

"So what's so wrong about it?"

"It's... you know how everything we do is to save people, right? That's our unifying cause. Great power and great responsibility. We get hit and we get back up and that's our thing, right?"

"Yeah, of course, that's what all of you were telling me back when I first got bit and had no idea what I was doing. We defy expectations and fate and everything, because we were given this power so we gotta use it. That's what you guys told me."

Peni's staring him in the face, now, looking more excited than she has this entire time.

"Yes. Miles, you get it, Miguel... he doesn't. He thinks that some things are set in stone, and we can't even try to interfere, when according to all of my research that is not how time works. That's not how destiny or fate work. We can't just let things happen! That's not who we are!"

Peni gets louder and louder with her miniature rant, so much so that she's nearly shouting at the end of it and Miles thanks whatever miniscule amount of luck he's got left that his parents aren't home right now. When she stops, slightly out of breath, her face crumples, and she continues with much less energy.

"You'd think, with a building full of people who dedicate their lives to helping people, someone would have disagreed before now, but... nobody did. I didn't, not until- not until something happened in my home dimension. Not until I begged for help from any of them, but Miguel told them not to lift a finger. That's not destiny. That's not fate. That's intentionally leaving me to lose everything all over again."

Peni takes a shaky breath, and nearly whispers, "I'm tired. I'm tired of everything breaking down around me, I'm tired of having to be alone to fix it. He was supposed to be different, Miles. He was supposed to help."

Miles checks over Peni's hands for any missed glass or debris before reaching for the alcohol wipes.

"I... I can't promise any kind of real help for your home, either. I don't know how to get there, and just from knowing you I can tell that your dimension is so different from mine that I wouldn't know where to start on any of it. I don't know robots, or engineering in that kind of way, I'm more of a bio guy if I gotta pick, but... I know I'll do my best if you need me to. I know how to patch you up, I know how to swing from buildings and save people the good old-fashioned mostly-crazy-tech-free, and if you could use that, I'm your guy."

Peni looks back down at her hands, where Miles is alternating wiping the drying blood away from her palms and putting neon-colored band-aids on the cuts that haven't scabbed over.

"Thanks, Miles. That means a lot. I just... I can't go home right now. They're looking for me there, probably tearing the place apart even more. I just need somewhere to stay for now, and I hate to ask this of you, but can I hide in your dimension for now?"

"Yeah. Take as long as you need." Miles doesn't hesitate this time, just puts the last band-aid on Peni's hand. She sighs in relief, and leans forward, resting her forehead against Miles' chest. She hugs him tight, and he awkwardly reciprocates, patting her on the back and pretending that he doesn't notice her shoulders shaking with poorly-muffled sobs.

Eventually, she pulls back, wiping at her eyes in a way that's probably supposed to be subtle. Miles doesn't comment on it.

"Thank you. I... I made sure they didn't follow me, don't worry, and... for what it's worth, I don't think any of the others we met six months ago would say I went here. Not even if they suspect it. Nobody but Gwen, maybe, but even then- "

"Wait- wait hang on, I thought you said she wasn't with them?" Miles interrupts, trying to figure out why Peni would suddenly change her stance on where Gwen is after all. He'd been closer with Gwen than most of the others, until now, and he still considers her to be one of his best friends, so to find out that she, too, is in that evil organization... it sits uncomfortably in his chest.

"... Not at first, no. Miguel and Jessica didn't want her, but as soon as she found out about it she shoved her way in anyway. She'd be the most likely to tell them where she might think I am, even though it might put you and your dimension in danger. I'm sorry."

Miles takes a step back, unsure how to process all of this but knowing that he needs space. Just a little, just for right now, but he needs that.

Gwen... she wouldn't put him in danger on purpose, right? Him and his parents and everybody else that he knows and loves. If she's loyal to that Miguel guy, though, she might think she'd be in the right to, she might not even realize the danger in bringing their attention here. If there's a fight in trying to get Peni out of here- and he knows whose side he'll be on in that, even if it means having to fight Gwen- then that could endanger a lot of people who don't need to be getting hurt.

So the evil interdimensional organization of spider-people might be coming to his dimension, but at this point, that would happen whether or not Peni's actually here, because if Gwen thinks that she's here, then they'll be coming.

Unless they're tracking Peni and they already know where she is.

The possibility occurs to him almost out of nowhere, but it makes sense. Unless Peni figured out her own way to hop dimensions- which, considering that she made that key so quickly when it came to stopping the collider, she could have easily done so, especially after seeing Miguel's way of doing it- then if she's using their method of transport, then they already know where she is.

Miles takes a moment to give Peni another once-over, this time looking for any technology that seems out of place. Her hair is a little longer than it used to be, she's got a black wristwatch on, and the spider that was psychically connected to SP//DR is on her shoulder, but other than that, she looks almost exactly the same but for the bags under her eyes and the mild scrapes and signs of a fight on her.

"... Is that your watch, or theirs?"

Peni looks momentarily confused at the seeming change in subject, but she figures out his thought process quickly enough.

"Mine. I made improvements on their technology as soon as I got to see it up close, but I didn't get a chance to share it before everything happened. Nobody knows about it but the two of us."

Miles nods, and starts putting the first aid kit away. "We have time to figure out what to do if they come, right? Or is that whole time-dilation thing going to be a problem?"

Peni shakes her head. "If they haven't come already, they're not going to for a while. Miguel's probably focused on my home dimension right now, because he probably figures that I made my own method of travel. He may be close-minded, but he knows the people in his organization. He knows who's most likely to leave his watches well enough alone, and who's more likely to get curious about them."

Miles closes the cabinet and nods. "Good. We'll have to figure out where you're staying for now, right? I mean, I doubt I can hide you from my parents, but Ganke probably wouldn't mind helping me hide you in our dorm for a while, and I go back pretty soon, so... "

"What about May? She was nice."

"She moved to Florida last month."

Peni's silent for a moment, before she asks, "What's Florida?"

Miles nearly sputters for a moment, before realizing that yeah, interdimensional differences and everything. "A popular place for retired people to move to. It's tropical or something."

Peni absorbs that for a moment, and replies with a simple, "Huh. Your dorm sounds fine, then."

So it's decided. Miles is going to be harboring an interdimensional fugitive, who also happens to be a cute girl that he knew for two days a few months ago, in his dorm room. For the foreseeable future.

[simplegenius042]

Jurassic World Before The Storm - Meet the OCs

With seven days to go until Jurassic World Before The Storm is released here and on Wattpad and AO3, it's about high time you meet the OCs who drive the story forward.

There two perspectives to the fic; the humans' POV and the raptors' POV. Thankfully I have two human OCs and one hybrid dinosaur OC along with the canon characters to bring a fresh perspective. Technically there are three human POVs, however I will only list two protagonists down here.

First, human OCs below.

Name/s: Lisa and Joaquin Cobalt [all pronounced: Lee-suh + Jack-ah-win + Coh-bolt]

Species: Humans

Gender: Lisa is female while Joaquin is transitioning to male.

Age/s: Lisa is 21 while Joaquin is turning 10.

Skills: Lisa has knowledge on animal anatomy and diseases, most recently those of dinosaur origin. Perceptive to detail and observant. Extremely skilled with her hands, knows how to handle most tools, and knows how to pick locks. Does not know proper ways to defend herself beyond "punch for the face and hope for the best". Joaquin has extensive knowledge on dinosaurs (mostly of they are his current hyper fixation), but his meek and cautious nature stop him from being as open about it.

Description/s: Lisa Cobalt has long auburn hair, kempt and luxurious. Tidy even. Freckles scatter her chubby cheeks and small nose. She had a tall and plump form. With porcelain skin, it is not uncommon to see her without make-up. She has hazel eyes and usually wears professionally feminine attire. Joaquin meanwhile has brown eyes and hair, the latter of which is usually cut short and a mess. Casual and respectful clothing (under his foster sister's insistence), but long-sleeved and much suited for winter rather than the tropical weather of Isla Nublar (not that he does not have attire accustomed for the season). Has a scrawny figure, and dreads growth.

Affiliations: Lisa is a Jurassic World paleo-veterinarian, while Joaquin is loyal and dependent on his sister.

Backstory: Lisa was abandoned at the nearest orphanage at quite a young age and was never able to be adopted due to several problems regarding her temper, mood swings and track record of being a "troublesome child". She was turning 11 years old upon meeting Joaquin at a new orphanage, also abandoned but only an infant at the time. She aided the (rather neglectful) caretakers in taking care of him, and the caretakers thought it best to keep them together once Joaquin was 3 and Lisa was 14. They both developed a sibling bond of sorts. This bond isn't perfect though, as internal and external factors have interfered with their relationship, but Lisa and Joaquin are trying to mend this. When Lisa came of age, a court proceeding came in place, where she won guardianship over Joaquin. Lisa has been in-and-out of homes and jobs, trying to support herself and Joaquin, homeschooling him to the best of her ability. Thankfully, an opportunity from Jurassic World had presented itself, and Lisa found both a suitable living space and a job that put her skills to good use.

Extra: Lisa loves her brother, and Joaquin admires his sister. Neither know how to express it in a normal way though. Both have a deep respect for fauna.

And dino protagonist is below here.

Name: Indo (pronounced: In-doh)

Species: Indo-Rex (dinosaur hybrid, mainly Indominus and Scorpius Rex).

Gender: Male

Age: 5 (early mid-twenties in human years)

Abilities: Camouflage, heat vision (can detect heat), echolocation (with help of his spines/quills rattling together on his back and tapping his claws on the ground), physical strength, durable against bullets (for a little while at least, will be harmed by excessive use of bullets and especially explosives), good climber and stealthy, good sense of smell, and teeth and talons are dangerous. Unlike his Scorpius Rex relatives, his spines cannot act as a projectile and aren't poisonous. However, he is resistant to most poisons (on Earth) but is notably more fatigued as his body slowly flushes it out of his system.

Description: Indo is a hybrid combination between the Indominus Rex and the Scorpios Rex. Around 8 feet tall (when standing on two legs) at the moment (will grow to 13 later in life) but when on all fours is 7 feet tall. Length is around 8 or 9 meters long (I ain't the best at length so this might be inaccurate). Indo is a dark grey while his underbelly is a lighter grey. He has spines/quills that run down from the top of his head down to his tail. Five-fingered talons. Has old small scratches across his body. Can live up to around 70 years old (IDK what age that would be in human years).

Affiliation: The Cargo Sanctuary. Eventually the Raptor Squad.

Backstory: Indo was secretly created on Isla Nublar in 2010 by Henry Wu and a select few, funded by both InGen and the CEO of a military and robotics industry, who he only knows as "Carmine". Indo had siblings, but they either never hatched or were killed during experiments. Indo survived the abuse and experiments, however, did not produce the results Carmine apparently wanted, and ordered for Indo's termination. Indo escaped the private lab, and found freedom, where he was taken in by two defective genetic experiments, a Dilophosaurous named Phone and an orange Scottish LaPerm cat with a cybernetic implant (connected to his spine) named Diego, where they made haven in an old shot down and crashed Boeing C-17 Globemaster III, or the Cargo for short. Few years passed, and Indo, while out hunting, caught InGen's attention, where he has a fateful (and lucky) encounter with Owen Grady and the Raptor Squad.

Extra: Indo can crunch and eat bones. Hoskins is his least favourite human. Owen's somewhere in the middle while Barry is his favourite.

[liarian]

Living in reverse (Part 3)

Taka had been staring at the nondescript ceiling of the room for too long when the alarm clock went off for the umpteenth time. Sooner or later he was going to have to get up if he wanted to open the office on time, but even thinking was exhausting.

It had been a very long night without Katsuya's warmth under the covers. Taka had barely dared to move, as if just taking up Katsuya's space was going to make him disappear from his life.

With a yawn, he finally got up scratching his thigh on the fabric of his boxers. The night before, he hadn't even bothered to remove his socks before getting into bed. A shiver ruffled the hair on the back of his neck as soon as he stepped out from under the covers. The silence was overwhelming without a still half-asleep Katsuya hiding his head under the pillow. Mornings had never been his thing. Taka had had to drag him out of bed so many times to keep from being late that he had lost count.

The apartment seemed frozen in time, with Katsuya's clothes still in the closet, his shoes lying anyway in the entryway, his gunplas locked in the cabinets, and his toothbrush in the holder on the bathroom shelf.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Taka's hair was an uncontrollable tangle. Dark circles under his eyes and patchy skin gave him a sickly look. Taka had the impression that he had aged ten years in a single night. His whole body ached and the thought of eating breakfast turned his stomach.

The argument with Katsuya kept going round and round in his head. In the solitude of his apartment he couldn't stop thinking about every gesture and every word. How long had Katsuya been on the edge wondering if it was worth staying with him? And Taka hadn't even realized how bad things had gotten.

But Katsuya loved him; about that Taka had never had any doubt.

The cell phone vibrated on the bedside table again. Taka set the alarm back another ten minutes and dusted off his pearl gray suit. It wasn't going to be long before he needed a new one. The cuffs were starting to wear out after too many washings. For a second, he had thought he saw Katsuya's name in the notifications on his phone. Taka frowned as he realized it had just been his imagination playing tricks on him.

Perhaps in some corner of his mind, Taka still believed that the previous day's had been just another fight, as if Katsuya hadn't decided to leave without giving him a chance to patch things up. For a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he would be there when he got to the office and if things would be business as usual. Katsuya would let him bury the argument again and they could forget all about it until Taka did something stupid again.

It wasn't like Katsuya didn't know who he was dating. Even when he was still pretending to have some sort of psychic ability, Taka had never tried to be anything other than what he was before him. It was ironic, when his entire life was built on a lie, but Katsuya was one of his few friends and the first one he had let see under the mask. The day Katsuya had asked him out, Taka had decided never to lie to him again. In the end, Taka was never enough.

It was unfair.

Taka was who he was and Katsuya had accepted it. Katsuya had accepted his mood swings, his depressive spells, and his cynicism. Katsuya had accepted him with his imperfections. Taka was fine. He was still getting up in the mornings day after day. And his job was important. No one would have judged a firefighter for going into a burning building. The fires Taka was dealing with were just different. It wasn't true that he didn't care what happened to him. Taka finished tying the laces on his dress shoes and adjusted his tie. The years weighed heavily on the crow's feet around his eyes and the gray hair he could still ignore for the moment among his blond locks.

Thinking never did him any good.

With a sharp thud, he closed the apartment door behind him. The day was going to be too hot for the last days of spring. Taka hated summer. The humidity always ended up getting his bangs stuck to his forehead and his shirt drenched in sweat.

Taka took one last look at his cell phone before putting it back in his pocket. At least a good morning wouldn't have been too much to ask. Not even if it was because they were still important to each other. The silence was painful. For an instant, the temptation to be the first to break the status quo managed to break his resolve. But it was Katsuya who was being unfair. Taka was just still the same pathetic being he had always been.

Katsuya loved him, Taka couldn't let himself doubt that truth.

Eight years. Taka had had eight years to erode any affection his boyfriend might feel and just one day, any remaining trace had vanished. He was going to be lucky if Katsuya still wanted to speak to him when he realized he had wasted the last eight years of his life.

[sanguineterrain]

Could I request college!Bucky x reader at a carnival with the prompt: “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” 🥰🥰🥰

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

wanted to switch it up, so this time we're doing nerd!bucky <3 my beloved. thank you for the request audra darling!! hope you like :)

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"What do you mean?" Wanda asked, wearing her most angelic pout. "I didn't talk you into anything, Y/N."

You pointed a finger at her. 

"This is a ridiculous ritual. I came here for the funnel fries and nothing more."

"It's a tradition! Running into the water reminds you to tough out your year. When you feel unsure during the semesters, you'll remember you braved the cold ocean."

"I have anxiety; I don't need to catch pneumonia to push myself to turn assignments in on time."

"You're not going to catch pneumonia, Y/N. Come on, this is our last year. Do this for me?"

She laid it on thick, batting her lashes and sticking her lips out. 

"Alright already. You can stop with the pouting."

Begrudgingly, you shed your t-shirt and shorts, now left in your bathing suit which you'd honestly had no intention of making use of. The sun had long since set, meaning the waves were especially frigid, summertime or not. 

"After this we'll do anything you want," Wanda promised. "Any game, any deep-fried delicacy."

"You're damn right," you grumbled, hands clutching your biceps. 

"Man, you're crazy!"

You turned, spotting a cluster of students. They were all in minimal clothing, as if it was ninety degrees outside. On the outskirts was Bucky Barnes, quietly watching, hands shoved into his pockets. 

"See?" Wanda's voice startled you. "He's here too. All the more reason to go in."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you announced. "Come on, let's get this over with."

"Class of '23, let's go!" 

Wanda hooked her arm under yours and dragged you into the water. You squealed as it lapped at your knees, already feeling the chill.

"What a way to end the year," Wanda grinned. 

She let go of you and ducked her head under the water, popping back up with a splash, long hair spraying you. You shielded yourself as best you could, whining at your now damp hair. 

"That's it. I'm going back," you huffed, teeth already chattering. 

You waded out of the water, slipping on your flip-flops. They squished with every step, and you shook like a leaf as you bent to retrieve your clothes. 

"Wan, you made it!" 

Natasha Romanoff jogged over, flanked by her regular group of friends, most of whom you didn't recognize. Except Bucky, of course, but that was only because he was in your chemistry class. And you'd had a rather enormous crush on him the whole year. 

You patted your hair and hung to the side, waiting while Wanda fraternized. 

"Of course I did; I wouldn't miss the Senior Dip!" 

Everyone's hair was wet but none of them seemed to mind. What were they, superheroes? Why were you the only one shivering like a drowned rat?

"This is my friend, Y/N." Wanda waved at you. You flip-flopped over, sandals clacking loudly. 

"Hey," Natasha greeted. "Hope you're having fun."

"Oh, sure. A grand old time."

Natasha gestured to her friends, introducing them. Sam, Steve, Maria and Carol. You politely returned their hi's. 

"Bucky should be around here somewhere. I think you two know each other, don't you?" 

You perked up. Natasha's smile was way too knowing. You glanced at Wanda, who belied nothing. 

"Yeah, we're in the same class," you said slowly. 

"You must be freezing," she tutted, shaking her head. "You know what? I think I have an extra sweatshirt. You can borrow it if you'd like. It's huge, perfect for warming up."

"Oh, wow. That would be great," you nodded eagerly. 

Natasha gestured for you to follow her to the beach chairs. She dug through one of the bags for a moment, then sighed, hands on her hips. 

"I could've sworn I had it."

"It's okay, I'm heading back to the carnival anyway…"

"No, no, wait. Bucky! Hey, Bucky!"

Bucky jogged over, hair already dry and fluffy. He adjusted his glasses on his nose. 

"Hi." His voice was soft, exactly how it was in class, even when he knew every answer. "We heading back?"

"In a bit. You know Y/N, right?" 

Bucky blinked, suddenly seeing you, lips parting. 

"Oh, yeah, yes. Hi. We have Professor Pruitt together. You sit next to me."

"Yeah, I do." The fact that he knew who you were was enough to warm you to your toes. 

"Great! So, Bucky, Y/N is super cold. I thought I had an extra sweatshirt with me but it's in the car! I don't want her to get sick."

"Oh," he said, nodding. He went to his own bookbag, pulling out the jacket you'd seen him wear a million times, dark blue with some sci-fi emblem on the sleeve. You'd always wanted to ask him about it but ended up backing down every time. 

"Here," Bucky offered gently. "Take my jacket, it's cold outside. Especially by the water. Um, it-it's clean."

"Won't you be cold?" 

He shook his head. "I'll be okay. I wouldn't want you to get sick."

That part was a bit of an exaggeration, in your opinion. But under Natasha's watchful gaze, you took the jacket, sliding your arms through and zipping it up. 

"Awesome, awesome. We'll head back soon. Nice meeting you, Y/N!" And Natasha was off, leaving you and Bucky alone. 

You pushed a lock of hair aside, just your fingers peeking out the sleeves. Bucky’s cheeks grew pink. 

"It looks good on you," he said quietly. You snorted. 

"I don't know, pretty sure it fits you better. Matches your eyes."

The blush deepened. "O-oh. Thank you."

You smiled, feeling jittery. You'd never had a full conversation with him before. Confident though he was in class, Bucky seemed to be extremely shy outside. You decided to take the lead. 

"So what's this thing?" you asked, pointing to the sleeve. "Is it Star Wars or something?" 

"No, it's uh, from a science fiction comic I really like. It's pretty old—it started in the fifties. Actually, this is an updated one from the seventies, 'cause the old one referred to the very first comic released, but then they did this storyline where the main characters find this book and the book unlocks these other universes, so—"

Bucky stopped, wincing. "Sorry. I'm rambling. You don't want to hear that."

"No, it's cool. I don't know much about that stuff. So is it supposed to be like Earth surrounded by other Earths? To represent the other worlds?" 

Bucky lit up, nodding. "Yeah, yeah. And that's what it became known for, the comics. They were kind of revolutionary in the genre, so it's meant to show that."

"That's really clever."

Bucky kind of looked like you'd just hung the moon for him. 

You glanced behind you. Wanda didn't show any signs of breaking away anytime soon, clearly enamored by a certain member of the robotics team. She'd catch up. 

"So, um, is this your first Senior Dip?" he asked. 

"First and last. You know, giving it a cute name doesn't make the water warmer."

Bucky laughed, nose scrunching adorably. You smiled slightly, shifting your weight. 

"My friends dragged me to this one too," he admitted. "Said I needed to loosen up."

"They're just jealous you're super smart."

There was that blush again. You were quickly becoming fond of it. 

"You're smart too," he said.

"Chemistry isn't my strong suit," you sighed. "Good thing Pruitt is nice."

"It's an advanced class. You should give yourself more credit," Bucky reasoned. 

You hummed, watching him for a moment. 

"Do you like crepes? I've had my eye on the cart since we got here, but Wanda's a glutton for punishment, as you can see."

"Oh. T-together? Yes, I mean, I like them. I can, uh, walk you, if you'd like. I know it's dark—not that I'm saying you can't take care of yourself! But—"

"Bucky," you gently interrupted.

"Hmm?"  

You tilted your head, chewing your lip to keep from breaking into a full grin. 

"You're sweet."

The tips of his ears darkened.

"Thank you." 

"I want you to walk me. And I also want you to tell me more about these comics. Over a chocolate crepe. Okay?" 

He nodded, far too cute for his own good. Hm. Maybe the Senior Dip wasn't so bad after all.

[tomdutch]

*slams fists on table* prompt #30 [grabbing your lover by the collar] and #37 [kitchen counter make-outs] with peter please my dear talented mutual <3 <3 <3

❀ home to me ❀

prompts: (30) grabbing your lover by the collar + (37) kitchen counter makeout

↳ post-college!peter, established relationship, a bit of suggestiveness at the end

word count: 1.7k of light angst & lots of fluff

flufftober drabbles (now completed)

wednesday is the worst day of the week for peter. he’s had this argument with ned all through high school, usually under your amused gaze as you watched your two best friends argue like bored housewives.

hating monday is garfield behaviour and it’s not cute, peter maintains, and tuesday is unmemorable. thursday has a spark of excitement, knowing friday is so close and will bring with it the weekend, which are totally exempt from criticism. except sunday from the hours of three to eleven pm, where peter often finds himself scrambling to catch up on all the schoolwork he’s missed while being new york’s friendly vigilante.

he can easily remember the first time you witnessed him and ned bickering; it was a dreaded wednesday afternoon during junior year of high school, and the three of you had decided to skip your last period—an egregious crime for peter, but you talked him into it—to get sandwiches from delmar and eat them on the roof of peter’s building, since he lived the closest to the shop. the sight of your twinkling eyes watching his hands gesture enthusiastically and his cheeks darken with enthusiasm for his explanations was more than enough to have him stuttering even more than usual.

“i’m just saying,” he ended his account with a loud breath shaking his chest, “wednesday is the purgatory of capitalist society’s seven day week.”

ned’s jaw slackened, while your grin only got bigger as the three of you took seats on the ground near the roof’s railing, warm sandwiches in hand. “oh my god, we’re never getting girlfriends.” he exlaimed, throwing his head back and clutching his grilled chicken sub close to his heart as though this new proximity would heal it.

an embarrassed shut up left peter’s thin lips, and he looked down, focusing on unwrapping his sandwich and on not shivering when your thigh brushed his as you settled in beside him.

“i don’t know,” you giggled, sparing your curly-haired best friend a glance from the corner of your eyes, “i’m sure there’s a girl out there who love freckle-faced boys with strong opinions on the days of the week and a hatred of non-smushed down sandwiches. who knows, maybe she’s closer than you think.”

this wasn’t the exact moment peter fell in love with you—no, that ship had sunk a long time ago—but it is when he knew he would never love anyone more than you. and now, five years later, that certainty still hasn’t faded, not even one bit. not even when you two fight over the dumbest topics imaginable.

it’s been almost two hours since peter’s seen you. after your argument, the first one in your new shared apartment over the furniture of your new shared apartment, you’d glared at him with palpable contempts, turned on your heel, and slammed the door shut behind you. rain soon started plummeting from the skies, like it’s mocking peter’s horrid mood, and he knew you hadn’t stopped to check the weather app and grab an umbrella before you stormed off.

great, peter thinks, i can’t suit up and go looking for her or she’ll get even more mad i didn’t give her space and if i don’t, she’ll come home mad about the rain and mad i didn’t go find her. all he can do is fall onto the couch, making sure not to knock any of the boxes around the coffee table, and bury his face in his hands. right as he’s about to bite the bullet and get up to wear his suit, the front doorknob jiggles for three solid minutes before the hinge creaks loudly when you throw the door open.

as expected, you’re utterly soaked, clothes sticking to your skin and shoes squeaking on the thor-themed welcome mat before you take them off. you glare at the little cartoon norse god holding his hammer up as thunder strikes loudly outside for good measure.

“hey,” you surprise peter by addressing him first, making his back snap to an upright position.

“hi, sweetheart.” he responds, snapping into action when your bottom lip trembles and your eyes fall onto the hardwood floor. thankfully, the bathroom is the first room you two got working on when you moved in a couple days ago, and he was able to find warm, clean towels in seconds. “here you go, baby.” peter mumbles, wrapping a big one around your trembling shoulders and a smaller one over your head; big, gentle hands attempting to dry your hair.

your throat feels strained, a heavy weight in the middle restricting your breathing. wide eyes with unshed tears watch your boyfriend as he tenderly moves the towel over your wet strands, and you place your hands over his wrists, effectively stopping his ministrations. once your gazes meet, peter’s worried brown eyes locking onto your regretful ones, you whisper, “i’m sorry.” the words almost get stuck rolling off your tongue from your remorse, but you manage them. “i’m sorry for fighting and leaving when i was angry, petey. i’m so sorry.”

one of your palms leaves his skin to grab a fistful of his signature find x pyjama shirt, and peter lets you drag him close until your noses are touching despite his super strength. “it’s okay, baby.” he reassures you, voice kind and light. “you can get mad at me whenever you want, as long you always come home to me.” his eyes turn glossy, thin bottom lip getting caught between his teeth. “i can’t lose you, too.”

“never, peter.” you answer him immediately, reaching up to press kisses to his wobbling chin, your boy trying hard not to cry. “you’ll never lose me, love, you’re stuck with me for good. no return policy here. matter of fact, it’s illegal.”

a breathy chuckle leaves his throat, and he rests his forehead on yours. comfortable silence falls over you, peter’s fingers playing with the hem of your wet sweatshirt, stuck to your cold skin uneasily.

“why don’t you take a hot shower and i’ll whip up some light dinner?” he mutters, dragging the tip of his nose along the slope of your own.

shit-eating grin spreading over your lips, you cup his cheeks and drop a peck on his mouth. “as long as the shower isn’t hot because you’ve set our home on fire trying to make an omelet.”

peter groans loudly, throwing his head back with amused irritation as he steps away from you, “you’re so annoying.” he grumbles and snaps the towel off your head just to playfully throw it in your face. “go shower before the living room smells like wet dog.”

he doesn’t wait for your response, heading to the kitchenette and giggling under his breath at your insulted gasp.

thirty minutes later, you’re dry and sitting on the kitchen counter, legs swinging back and forth as you tap your flannel pants-clad thighs along to the rhythm of a song on peter’s playlist. the culry-haired boy is standing in front of the stove, dumping some of may’s tomato sauce that she dropped off as a housewarming gift onto pasta and veggies.

“smells so good.” you sigh, leaning your head back on a high cabinet and delighting in the proud, happy beam your boyfriend sends you.

the phone in your lap vibrates, and you look down to your lockscreen, a message from one of your friends flashing on it. that’s when your eyes fall on the date, memories of high school flooding your mind like a tsunami of reminiscence.

biting back a laugh, you look over at peter, his tongue slipping between his pink lips as he attempts to not splatter sauce all over the stove while mixing the pasta and sauce together.

“baby,” you giggle, holding your phone up to him, “it’s wednesday.”

the furrow in his eyebrows and confused expression only make your laughter multiply, fully amused as realisation sinks in. “fucking wednesdays,” peter grumbles, turning the heat off with the strength of a petulant child. “i swear, i need to start sleeping through w*dn*sdays so that nothing bad happens to me or anyone i love during them again.”

“wait,” you deadpan, “how did you just censor wednesdays if we’re talking out loud?”

“huh?”

“never mind.” you shake your head, waiting for peter to finish serving the pasta on each of your plates.

he takes his time, moving slowly and twirling the tongs around dramatically to swirl the spaghetti as though he’s a contestant on masterchef. dork. when he’s satisfied with the presentation, he grabs a fork and gets a bit of everything on it, before looking at you with the most convincing puppy dog expression you’ve ever countered.

“taste?” peter asks, shy smile tugging the corners of his lips up.

you nod, and he feeds you, cheering adorably when you close your eyes and moan at the savours. “if i hadn’t watched you make this, i’d think you got takeout while i was showering. ‘s really delicious, petey.”

his eyes light up at the compliments, cheeks a soft pink as he places the fork on your plate. he’s about to graciously respond, when your hands grab the neck of his shirt and drag him into you, hips cornered between your thighs and mouth pressed to yours. despite the sudden movements, peter recovers quickly, melting into your embrace like butter on a hot pan. tongue slipping between his lips, you run your fingers through the dark curls at the nape of his neck, pleasurable shivers racking down your back when he groans at the contact. the taste of the sauce on your tongue moves to peter’s while his hands grasp your waist tightly, dragging you to the edge of the counter.

you break apart minutes later, both your chests heaving for air and faces feeling warm. sucking your bottom lip between his own, peter smirks at the whimper you let out. “how about after we enjoy my skilled cooking,” he whispers, feeling his heart literally skip a beat when you giggle, “i can eat something else?”

the ridiculous comment is very much worth it when you laugh harder and pinch his tummy playfully.

[harryhoney-bee]

I'm feeling really soft and fuzzy today, So if I can request something I want to do that abeja 🐝💓

#Concept: Nightly routine with y/n and Harry- parents of two little babies.

Tag me if you write this baby ✨✨

Adore you alot 💕

Night Routine

Warning: your ovaries might explode... mine did 🤚🏻 I would give this man 9 children if he asked.

Word count: 1.7k

I have a kofi, so please consider buying me coffee if you can <3

I hope you enjoy it!! Let me know what you think 😚

“But I want to take a beth with him, daddy,” Cecília whined to Harry, while he undressed her, putting her new pajamas and towel on the bathroom counter.

“My little darling, he is still little, he can’t take bath with you,” Harry explained, taking Cecí on his lap and putting her inside the warm tub, handing her some of her favorite toys. “Lorenzo is just 6 months, he’s not as big as you.”

Harry made a bowl with his hands, wetting her curly hair and applying shampoo, a pout still on her face. “Please, daddy?” she said, her chubby hand grabbing his arm. Cecí had already mastered her puppy eyes technique, and she knew how much her dad had a weak spot for her.

“Alright, alright,” He finally gave in, “but he will stay outside of the tub, he doesn’t know how to sit by himself.”

“Thank you, daddy!” The girl splashed water around in excitement, which made Harry smile. That’s how he always wanted to see her: happy and healthy.

Harry went to the door, keeping an eye on the girl in the tub. “Baby? Are you done nursing? Cecí wants to see Lorenzo,” he tried to call his wife as loud as he could while being mindful of Lorenzo, who could be asleep by now. He never wanted to alarm any of him or Cecília with his loud voice.

In a matter of seconds, Y/n appeared in the hallway, a confused expression on her face while Lorenzo was calmly laying down on her arms, his little hands resting on Y/n’s shoulders. “What’s wrong? Why does she want to see him? We just had diner together,” she asked, heading in Harry’s direction.

“I’m not sure, guess she just missed him,” Harry answered, giving his wife a kiss on the forehead and bending down to talk to a very awake Lorenzo. “But who wouldn’t miss you, huh? Such a cutie, right buddy?” he was aware that using a baby voice wasn’t the best, but he couldn’t help, Lorenzo was just extremely adorable.

“Mommy! Enzo!” Cecília called, from the opposite side of the bathroom, “come here mommy, miss you too.”

Y/n sat on the bathroom floor, Lorenzo still with her. “Hey, my heart, having a good bath with daddy?” she asked at the same time Harry sat down by her side and hugged her from the side, laying his chin on her head.

“Yeah! Daddy always let me play,” Cecília took one of the yellow ducks and showed her mom, “This is Mc Duck.”

“Wow, he’s a very beautiful duck isn’t he?” She asked, giving Lorenzo to Harry while kneeling near the bathtub since Cecí still had to wash her hair, Y/n gently took the excess of shampoo from the girl’s hair, while Harry tried to keep Lorenzo entertained by singing him a silly song.

“He is, I love yellow,” the little girl admitted, “I think Lorenzo loves yellows too.”

“And why do you think that, Cecí?” Harry asked amused while pretending to eat the boy’s fingers.

“Because we’re are best friends,” She said as if the answer was obvious, “and friends like the same things.” Y/n and Harry looked at each other and laughed, for a five-year-old girl she knew a lot about relationships.

“Oh, how do you know that?” Y/n asked, finishing washing her hair, letting Cecília enjoy her time in the bath.

“Because you and daddy are best friends, you wear the same clothes sometimes, listen to the same music, and watch the same movies,” with every new topic she would count down on her fingers, it was quite a comical sight.

Harry’s chuckle filled the room, the baby on his lap giggled too. “Well, my little lady, you are right. But friends can also like different things, too,” he told her. “Me and mommy like a lot of similar things, but we also have our preferences.”

“Exactly, daddy loves bananas, but I don’t” y/n complemented, getting Cecília out of the tub, helping her into some warm clothes, “I don’t like to work out, but your dad always wakes up early to go for a run, see? We like different things but we still love each other.”

Harry got up from the floor, rocking Lorenzo softly, his heavy eyes indicating how sleepy the baby was. He took the combing cream in his hand and began combing Cecília’s curls with one hand, while his other arm held Lorenzo. Being a father of two made him very talented at doing two things at the same time. While he did that, Y/n was getting Cecí’s toothpaste ready.

“Daddy, do you love mommy even if she doesn’t go running with you?” Cecí asked, before opening her mouth so Y/n could brush her teeth. Normally they would let Cecília do it by herself, with their supervision, but it was already late and the couple desperately needed to get the children to bed, or else their routine would be messed up. Good thing Lorenzo seemed to be falling asleep already.

“Of course I do! We don’t love people just because they do the same things we do, we love people because they are kind and respectful to us, yeah?” Harry said, looking at Y/n and blowing her a kiss. This is what he loved the most about parenthood: watching the kids growing into their best version.

Parenting was made in many different ways, but the couple especially loved having these kinds of conversations. Even though Cecília was still young, she was already beginning to comprehend what love and friendships were, and Harry and Y/n had the privilege to teach her that.

Harry finished her hair, putting the brush and the products in their place under the sink while Y/n put on some socks on Cecí’s feet, the little girl was yawning, seeming tired. Lorenzo started to fussy on Harry’s arms.

“Guess it’s time to sleep, huh?” Harry said, caressing Cecílias head, “Tired, my baby? Want daddy to read a bedtime story to you? Or do you want mommy?” At the same time he mentioned Y/n, Lorenzo started to soft cry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking down at the upset’s baby face.”

Y/n took his from Harry’s arms, cuddling him closer to her chest, “What do you want, Enzo? Mommy just fed you” she looked at her husband, “I’ll nurse him again on the bed, he’s probably just a bit agitated, will you put her to sleep?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The woman kissed Cecília on the forehead, “have a good night, ok, baby? Mommy will take you to the playground tomorrow, alright?”

“Ok mommy, I love you and little bro too,” she said, giving a hug to her mom before she disappeared through the door with the crying baby.

Harry took Cecília by her small hand, leading them to her room, just by the side of the main suite, where the couple slept. He guided the little girl to her bed, giving her all of her favorite stuffed animals, and covered Cecília in her Lilac duvet.

“What story do you want today?

“The pirate one, please,” she asked, laying her head on the pillow as Harry went to her bookshelf, picking the one with the title Pirate’s cove. He sat by the end of the bed and began telling the story.

“I have a story for you, a story of untold riches and a young lad who found them. And who am I, you ask? Well, I am the spirit of the sand-dollar, a pirate and a buccaneer, Captain of the seahorse, the finest ship to ever sail the seven seas…”

Harry would occasionally stop to answer any questions Cecília had, but after 15 minutes he was done with the book and the girl was fast asleep, hugging tight to her little lamb. He made sure she was tucked in and turned off the lights (besides the one on the side of Cecília’s bed, she was scared to sleep in a pitch-black room), he closed the door and headed to his bedroom.

To Harry’s surprise, Lorenzo was sleeping in his bassinet by the side of the mattress. He usually would sleep in his nursery, but today just seemed like an off day to the little boy. Harry got closer to him, stroking the chubby cheeks, “Oh my little bug, did mommy let you sleep here with us? You’re not feeling fine?”

“I think he’s teething,” Y/n said in a raspy voice, taking her head from the pillow, “he’s even a bit warmer than usual, I think his gums are itching.”

“My poor baby,” Harry mumbled, turning his head to Y/n, “I hate seeing him upset, maybe we could make some homemade Popsicle, it helped when Cecília was teething.”

“Yeah, we can try that, we can make them tomorrow.” she patted the mattress, “now please come to bed, he did a number on me, I’m so tired.”

“Alright baby,” Harry took off his shirt, standing only in sweatpants, he went to the bed, laying by Y/n side, one arm hooked on her waist as she cuddled to him, placing her head on his shoulder.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Y/n said against his neck.

“Oh baby, I am the lu--”

“--I mean, how many husbands would still love their wives even if they wouldn’t go jogging at 6 in the morning?” she said teasingly, her giggles reaching his ear.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “you are making a lot of jokes for someone who is tired,” he kissed her temple. “I’m gonna wake you up at 5 am tomorrow, so we can be fitness together.”

“Don’t you dare! You do that and your plan of being a father to three it’s over.”

“Damn sweetheart, that’s not very nice, huh?”

“You’re the one who started,” she said, before closing her eyes, snuggling to Harry’s body. The man placed a hand on her belly, falling asleep minutes later.

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[emmys-writing]

Ballerina

Pairing- Hotchner x Reid

Warnings- bottom spencer, explicit content, dom hotch, sir kink, small cock spencer, this is unedited, hotch is kind of a dick but not really, short spencer, ballerina spence, jack is in ballet <3, degradation

When the class of 6 year olds finally was rounded up and cleared out of the studio by stressed and exhausted parents, Spencer sighed in relief. The last kid was picked up 20 minutes late and of course it was inconvenient but Spencer loved these kids. They always had bright happy smiles on their faces and cute clumsy wobbles as they tried to balance on the bar the way Spencer did. Spencer smiled softly and hummed to himself, grabbing the loose pieces of garbage that occasionally littered the floor. It wasn’t until he heard a throat being cleared that he jumped with a small yelp and looked towards the door where the noise came from. 

Aaron Hotchner, Jack's father who rarely showed up to their rehearsals, stood there with his arms crossed and his normal stern facial expression on. As much as Spencer wanted to remain professional, he couldn’t help but notice how handsome the older gentleman was. He wore a gray suit that although slightly unfitted, still fit the broad and muscled shoulders and Spencer hated to admit it but this man was definitely a weakness of his. He was arrogant at times and not one for joking around, if he did show up he didn’t stay to chat either. He just grabbed Jack and left. 

“Sorry Mr. Hotchner, I didn't see you there!” Spencer blushed and connected his own hands behind his back in a shy manner. Aaron just nodded. 

“I’m here to pick up jack” Straight to the point. 

“O-Oh… Jessica actually already picked him up. I’m sorry sir, i would’ve phoned you if i knew you planned on picking him up” He explained, walking closer and flashing an apologetic smile. Normally if this was any other parent he would roll his eyes at the bad planning but Mr Hotchner was different. Spencer saw this as an opportunity to get to know the man who he’s been ogling for more than a year. 

“You look tired, do you want to stay for a coffee? I already have some brewing and I have lots of sugar and cream” The younger one offered. Aaron surprisingly took him up on that offer as well. 

It had been a long case and he just got off the jet, coming straight to the ballet studio afterwards. So what if he found his son's instructor a bit attractive? coffee wouldn’t be so bad, he thought. It’s not like he would end up bending him over and- no. He mentally smacked himself for being so perverted towards the man in front of him. He was small, maybe 5’6 or 5’7 at most, had a slender frame as well as the most adorable smile and soft looking hair that he would love to reach out and touch. Aaron took a step towards the stack of plastic chairs and took one, placing it down on the ground. He took a seat while Spencer made his way towards the coffee pot. 

“I take it black” Hotch told him and watched the ballerina as he smiled at him and poured the bitter liquid in the plain white mug. Hotch took the opportunity to admire the young body when Spencer was turned around. Hotch knew it was wrong, the boy was just so sexy without even trying. The thin black tights hugged his thighs just right and the little skirt he wore flared out around his small waist, accentuating the round of his ass. Hotch felt the front of his pants tightening, his chest tightened and he felt himself getting warm. Spencer turned back around forcing hotch to immediately struggle to tear his eyes away. Spencer noticed though. He saw the lustful glances and tent in his pants, it gave him an amazing opportunity. After Spencer handed Aaron the cup he looked up at him with the same lust filled eyes. 

“Do you mind if I work on some of my stretches?” Spencer asked while internally smirking. 

“No, go ahead” He took a slow sip from the cup and leaned back in the small, plastic chair. 

Spencer went to the bar and lifted his leg up, he did it a few more times before huffing and looking over at the other presence in the room. 

“I need a little bit of help, could you?” He blushed and looked down at his ballet shoes. Hotch couldn’t say no, he knew that Spencer would feel the bulge but he was hoping to play it off as just having a big dick, which technically wasn't a lie either. Aaron got up from the small plastic chair and stood behind Spencer, he lightly placed his hands on the younger man's bony hips and bit his lip gently. Spencer was perfect in every way. Spencer lifted his leg up once more but not without pushing his behind against Hotch's groin. Hotch struggled to keep in a groan but successfully was able to, this didn't stop the other man though. He continued to push up against him and made small groaning noises as he stretched despite not actually needing to make noise. The thing that finally broke hotch was when Spencer bent over and the thin tights truly lived up to their name. The tights were slightly see through in the lighting and position he was in, this caused hotch to groan and place a hand over his crotch through his dress pants, cupping it lightly in hopes he could conceal it even just a little bit. He couldn't. Spencer turned around at the noise and smiled cheekily. 

“Something wrong Mr. Hotchner?” Spencer leaned against the wall and looked up at him. 

“Nope, just keep doing what you were doing”

“Oh really? Because I think that I...” He trailed off while reaching out and placing his hand over Hotchs, feeling his erection go slightly stiffer at the contact. “...Am making you hard”

Hotch didn't know how to respond to that but he kept his straight and tall, intimidating posture to make sure Spencer knew he had no control over him. 

“Am I making you hard sir?” Spencer asked innocently and looked up with big brown eyes. That was all it took for Hotch to grab Spencer's waist and push him into the wall further. Spencer giggled and tangled his fingers in the taller man's hair.

“You're such a little slut you know that?” Hotch chuckled darkly as Spencer nodded in response. Something in the older man's demeanor changed and he was no longer the stern father who made minimal small talk. He was now the Sexy, dominating, strong man who had his son's ballet teacher pressed against the studio wall and degrading him. They both loved it. 

“Answer me” Hotch said harshly and used one hand to grab hold of Spencer's jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Y-Yes sir, i'm a little slut” He whimpered.

“Good girl” He smirked and Spencer swore that he melted at the nickname. Hotch looked down between their bodies and furrowed his brows, Spencer didn't have a visible erection and it confused him slightly. Surely if he wanted this he would be hard, and especially noticeable if he's in tights? 

“Spencer, are you sure you want this?” He asked, concerned. 

“I- yes why?” Spencer looked up at him confused.

“Well- I erm… You are not visibly hard so I wanna make sure you don't feel pressured.” Spencer blushed furiously in embarrassment and gulped.

“I'm just on the smaller side…” He whispered but it was loud enough for Hotch to catch. He groaned softly and reached down to Spencer's hips, flipping him to face towards the mirrored walls.

“Is that so baby?”

“Yes sir…” Spencer surprised himself when he felt his face get warmer than before because he was pretty sure it was almost impossible. Hotch placed his hand under Spencer's chin, forcing him to look at himself in the mirror. It was embarrassing how easily he fell apart. Aaron kissed and sucked and nipped at Spencer's pale neck, leaving behind dark marks that would definitely be difficult to cover up before his next class. Aaron brought his hands down to Spencer's ass and grabbed the thin fabric of tights and underwear before ripping a hole in the back of it, the tights were easily ripped up the front as well though leaving the man's small, pretty pink cock and hole on display for the other man. 

“Oh, so cute and small, darling. Like a little clit” Spencer whined and leaned forward to place his forehead on the mirror but quickly corrected by Aaron who laid a harsh and loud, echoing slap to his bare behind. 

“Don't hide, I want to have you watch me make you fall apart. I'm going to break you into nothing but a whimpering and whiny mess” Spencer just nodded, he was at a loss for words and had no idea how to reply. Hotch brought one hand to Spencer's mouth, Spencer gladly took the long and thick fingers into his mouth, sucking for a good amount of time before pulling off and looking into Hotch's eyes through the mirror. 

“I-I have a small bottle of lube in my bag” He didn't have any shame at this point, all he wanted was to have Aarons cock filling his ass. Aaron went to the side and looked through the dance bag, smirking at the spare pair of clothes and thongs to reduce the panty lines when wearing tights. It wasn't long before he found the bottle and quickly went back to Spencer who eagerly pushed his ass out. 

“Patience, you may be a slut but you can wait” he chastised and chuckled darkly before spitting on his hole before placing a generous amount of lube. Hotch added two fingers immediately and Spencer cried out at the burn he felt, it was a good burn though… It became a mix of pain and pleasure so it wasnt long before Spencer began fucking himself onto the older mans fingers. Soon enough he had four fingers fucking into him but it didnt last long because Hotch pulled them out and placed the tip of his cock at his entrance.

“Beg.”

“Sir please!” He cried, tears almost forming in his eyes from desperation. Hotch seemed to take pity on poor Spencer luckily. The tip of Hotch's cock was pushed into the desperate and greedy hole before slowly sinking in more until he bottomed out. 

“Such a good hole for me aren't you? My little slut, little cockslut…” Hotch groaned and gripped Spencer's hips tightly. 

“Yes sir, i'm your little cockslut!” He whimpered and threw his head back. A few slow thrusts were made, slowly building up in pace and roughness until Spencer was a whimpering and moaning mess beneath the older gentleman. Hotch reached forward and grabbed ahold of Spencer's little cocklet, rubbing at the tip and watching Spencer's facial reactions through the mirror.

“S-Sir im gonna-”

“No.” He whined and looked up at Hotch, clawing at the bar in front of him.

“Such a cute little cocklet huh? Do you like it when I rub it like a clit?” 

“Yes sir, p-please i-i need to”

“Shh.. it's okay. Just a little bit longer okay? Hold on for me” 

Another few minutes go by of Hotch jack hammering into Spencer before he looks into Spencer's eyes through the mirror and he gives him verbal confirmation to cum. 

“Cum with me” is all it took for Spencer to let go and cum all over the mirror, clenching his hole around the hard cock inside of him to milk him as well. He felt hotch's cum fill him up to the brim and when he pulled out, the bit of remaining cum spilled out of him and down his thighs. 

When both of them catch their breaths and steady themselves, Hotch grabs a thong from Spencer's bag and cleans up the cum falling down his thighs but leaves the cum inside of him. 

“I’ll see you next class” Hotch smirked and slapped Spencer's ass before grabbing his cup of coffee, downing the rest of it and walking out the door. 

[havenoffandoms]

72 for Geralt/Jaskier?

I meant to post this a lot earlier... sorry about the wait, nonnie. I hope you like it anyway. I'm not sure how it came out in the end after I agonised over this for the past couple of days, but it was fun going back to my Geraskier roots.

Masterlist

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier

Prompt 72: Character A has a secret. Character B does whatever they can to find out what it is. When they find out, they wish they hadn't.

Warnings: brief angsty episode, mention of Geralt's traumatic childhood

Also, I love that art! Holy Shit!? So of course this had to feature before the fic <3

Travelling with Jaskier had its downfalls.

For one, the bard talks a lot. He never stops, not even in his sleep, and that would drive any man insane if you ask Geralt. He listens to Jaskier waffling about poetry all day, every day, he doesn’t have to endure a lecture on the benefits of iambic pentameters when he’s trying to fall asleep, thank you very much. Jaskier also likes to complain about every little thing that causes him discomfort, which when they’re on the path, ranges from fly bites all the way to sore feet. Travelling with a human also means that they travel considerably slower, unless they’re both riding on top of Roach, but Geralt doesn’t like putting his best girl under that kind of strain very often.

For all of Jaskier’s flaws, Geralt would hate to have to separate from his bard. At least, when Jaskier is close by, Geralt can keep an eye on him and make sure Jaskier doesn’t get himself into any unnecessary trouble. Having Jaskier travel with him gives Geralt peace of mind. He appreciates the singing as well, even if he could stand to tell Jaskier this a bit more often. Geralt deems that his bard’s ego is plenty inflated without Geralt making it worse. Not to mention that life always seems a little bit brighter when Jaskier is around, and the nights are a little less lonely as Geralt gets to pull his bard close and fall asleep to the sound of his beating heart. Knowing that Jaskier is safe is the only thing that lets Geralt sleep peacefully at night.

You’d think that after nearly two decades of knowing his bard, Geralt would have figured out Jaskier’s secret by now. Geralt is, of course, referring to Jaskier’s near supernatural ability to always come up with coin when he and Geralt need it most urgently. Geralt has no idea how the bard does it - his songs are popular, granted, and on a good night Jaskier makes enough to buy a nice room for the night and the better pieces of meat from the kitchen. Still, being a bard doesn’t pay that well, not even if you were as famous as Jaskier. Just last week, Geralt’s horse and most of his belonging were stolen by bandits, leaving Geralt travelling on foot and too poor to afford to buy a new horse. Two days later, Jaskier came trotting up to their camp atop a gorgeous mare, looking mighty pleased with himself but refusing to tell Geralt how he managed to afford to pay for the horse.

“Would you believe me if I told you I stole her, Geralt, my dear?”

“Not in a million years,” Geralt admitted deadpan, pulling an offended squawk from his songbird.

“Just because I’m a bard you don’t think I can steal a horse?”

“I don’t think you could ever steal a horse because you’re as stealthy as the proverbial bull in the porcelain shop.”

It’s not just the horse, though. Geralt’s armour needed replacing and good armour doesn’’t come cheaply. Geralt doesn’t hire the services of just any blacksmith or armourer to craft his weapons and protective gear. He has his regular suppliers, the ones he always goes back to because he knows that their work is reliable and of the highest quality. And even though these people know Geralt by now, even offer him a friends and family discount on occasion, their wares still come at a hefty price. Geralt, as it turns out, didn’t have the coin to replace his armour for a few months. He desperately needed new boots, though. A new pair of breeches wouldn’t hurt either, and his silver sword broke in half whilst fighting a particularly vicious griffin a few weeks back.

Geralt didn’t even mention all of this to Jaskier. That didn’t stop the bard from going ahead and commissioning a brand new suit of armour, new silver and steel swords, as well as a few casual clothes for Geralt to wear on the warmer summer days. All of this must have cost an arm, a leg and a fucking lung, and yet Jaskier acted like he didn’t just break the bank all for Geralt’s benefit. He didn’t even get anything for himself and that realisation had Geralt feeling slightly embarrassed about the gesture.

“You don’t have to buy me all this stuff, Jask.”

“I know that, dearest,” Jaskier assured him, eyes soft and an easy smile playing on his lips, “but I wanted to. Only the best for you, my sweet witcher.”

The mystery of where Jaskier managed to find the coin to pay for all this remains unsolved, despite Geralt’s questioning. Well, if Jaskier won’t outright tell him, then Geralt will just have to investigate the matter by himself.

"Where the fuck did you get your hand on all the coin to pay for all this?" Geralt asks one evening, blunt and straight to the point. There was probably a kinder and gentler way to ask this, but after spending weeks mulling over Jaskier's sudden new-found fortune, Geralt has lost the little patience he possessed in the matter. Jaskier, on the other hand, looks perfectly unperturbed.

"From the bank," he offers simply as he sprinkles expensive herbs over the hare Geralt caught earlier that evening, "you know, where people deposit their valuables? I know you witchers don't believe in bank accounts, savings and interests, but-"

"Where does the coin come from?" Geralt interrupts, hissing those words through clenched teeth.

"Why, my inheritance."

Geralt stares for a long while. It takes his brain several seconds to catch up to what Jaskier is telling him, and another few seconds to make sense of the words. Inheritance?

"What inheritance?"

"Well, when my father passed away he left me and my siblings a share of his wealth. That's how inheritance works. Say, pass me my satchel my dear, I think I have some more spices in there."

Geralt wordlessly hands Jaskier his satchel, still trying to process this new discovery. Come to think of it, Geralt knows precious little about Jaskier's family. Sure, that's probably on him for never asking, but Geralt has grown so used to Jaskier oversharing every aspect of his life that he never needed to ask his bard anything. Jaskier just… never talked about his family. Or his childhood, or his upbringing. His life story seems to always begin when he was a student at Oxenfurt.

Geralt is growing curiouser by the minute.

"When did your father pass?"

"Oh? Uh… good question. Maybe a few years after I went to Oxenfurt? I'm not sure. I received a letter from the bank notifying me that a share of my father's wealth was deposited in my account."

Geralt frowns. "You never went back to find out what happened?"

"No."

Well, that's an oddly abrupt response, and Jaskier doesn't seem like he's got anything to say on the matter. Which only makes Geralt feel more curious about the whole thing.

"Why not?"

"Geralt…" Jaskier heaves a sigh before putting on a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, too tense to be genuine. "My father and I didn't get along. I felt no need to go mourn him with the rest of my noble family in Lettenhove when he passed. That's it. That's all there's to it. I was not a good enough man to refuse my share of the inheritance, either, despite my non-existent relationship with him."

That's a lot to unpack. Geralt always assumed that Jaskier had a good childhood. Then again, he would think that, wouldn't he, considering Geralt spent his own childhood being tortured by magnanimous and sadistic mages. Where most children got to spend time outside helping out in the fields or playing with their friends, Geralt was put through drill after drill, after drill… until he was physically unable to walk so much his muscles hurt.

"Wait… did you say your noble family?"

"Hm?"

"In Lettenhove… there's nothing in Lettenhove. Only the Viscount and his family live there on a large esta-" Geralt's mouth clicks shut as realisation dawns on him. "Your father was the Viscount of Lettenhove?"

"Yes. And since I'm the oldest, after he died that title passed onto me. But I much prefer being a bard, so I graciously devolved my duties to my younger brother, who now manages the estate. Are we done with this conversation?"

"I didn't mean to make you mad…"

Geralt watches Jaskier stop dead in his tracks, his shoulders briefly tensing at those words, before exhaling loudly through his nose. Jaskier anxiously rubs the back of his neck as he straightens up and offers Geralt a sheepish smile, that one warmer and softer than the previous one.

"Sorry, dear heart. I didn't mean to be so short with you. It's just… well, there's a reason I don't bring up my family all that much."

"Hm." Geralt gently taps the spot next to him on his bedroll, and Jaskier doesn't have to be told twice. Soon, Geralt has one arm wound tightly around Jaskier's shoulders. Not quite a hug, but the intention is there all the same, and Jaskier eagerly melts in the embrace. "I shouldn't have insisted. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise. You did nothing wrong." Jaskier nuzzles the crook of Geralt's neck sweetly before depositing a featherlight kiss just over his pulse point. "Do you want to ask me anything?"

Geralt ponders over that question far too long before whispering an answer in the air pocket between them.

"Did he hurt you?"

Jaskier hesitates.

"Not physically, no. He didn't approve of my aspirations and choices. He didn't support me. I suppose it hurt a little when he didn't see me away to Oxenfurt at the age of 15, but he never raised a hand on me."

"Hm." Good, Geralt thinks. No child should ever have to suffer at the hand of an adult. Geralt earned plenty a beating at Kaer Morhen, some justified and others not so much. Just because he went through this doesn't mean he condones it.

"At least I get to spend his money on someone I love," Jaskier offers softly, eyes as blue as the deepest ocean glancing up at Geralt through dark lashes, “That, at least, the old man can’t take away from me.”

A happy little rumble bubbles up Geralt's chest, despite the blush gracing his cheeks.

"I never thanked you for the gifts." Geralt blushes a deeper shade of red at the realisation. "Sorry. It's been a long year."

"Well, good thing we're heading North soon then, hm?" Jaskier straightens up so he can cradle Geralt's face in his lute-calloused hands. Their eyes meet then, amber seeking out blue, and Geralt thinks that he must be the luckiest son of a bitch in all the Continent.

"Yes," he agrees in a whisper, tilting his face to place a kiss on the inside of Jaskier's wrist, "good thing, indeed."

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