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    Collection of my NSFW Peter/MJ fanart.

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    A series of unrelated fics that no one asked for but we are writing anyway :) we are simply having the time of our lives

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  1. Public Bookmark 71

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    Oh sweet girl. ‘I got you, I got you.’ Oh sweet, sweet girl.

    It’s been three weeks since Caitlyn lost her eye, and just under two since she’d gotten home from hospital. Recent days had seen an increase in her mobility, the pain from a bruised ACL, a surgically repaired abdomen and multiple broken ribs becoming more manageable. It was progress, great progress actually given how battered her body had been following the war. It just…presented new challenges.

    Because Caitlyn would never have tripped over that stool before.

    Aka

    Vi helps Caitlyn to adjust to life post S2 as their relationship continues to unfold.

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    23 Jan 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 41

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    “Cait,” Vi scolded gently, frowning. “What is it?”

    “I…” Caitlyn looked down at her lap, grabbing a fistful of the flimsy sheets Vi had tossed out of her way earlier. “I’m… hungry.”

    Vi blinked once, then twice.

    OR, caitlyn craves jericho’s late at night and vi will do anything for her wife.

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    22 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 94

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    “This was your idea,” Caitlyn hums lowly, “Surely you can tell me what you’d like me to do.”

    She sure could. But Vi had really, really hoped she could get out of saying it outright. “I think you know exactly what you want to do.”

    “Not me,” Caitlyn squeezes her thigh gently, looks at her with a gaze that is full of all the heat in this room, sucked in with one slow, fluttery blink. “It’s all for you, darling.”

    Vi scoffs- wheezes, more like. “And you’re getting nothing out of this?”

    Caitlyn reddens. It always starts near her nose to wrap around her cheeks, ending at her ears in a trackable gradient. It’s a point for Vi in what has so far been a very unbalanced game.

    “Don’t deflect,” Caitlyn deflects, squeezing her harder, the leather gloves pinching into the fat of her thighs, “I’m rather curious to hear what you wanted me to do with these.”

    The shooting gloves stay on.

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    20 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 64

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    "What's got you so frustrated this early in the evening?" she asks, but it comes out slurred.

    "It's past eight," Caitlyn says, calm and even from her standing place in front of her, inspecting the mess of bed sheets.

    "This late in the evening, then."

    For a moment, she's met with silence.

    Then: "Was the bottle full when you started drinking?"

    "Yep," Vi says, popping the p out with false cheerfulness.

     

    A little exploration around Vi's alcoholism.

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    19 Jan 2026

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    "I mean this is ridiculous! If this is how you do business, then I think you ought-”

    “I’m sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong number,” the woman cut her off.

    Vi felt her face go so hot she was sure that it was visibly steaming in the winter air. Of course it was a fucking wrong number - just the cherry on top of an already shit morning. She struggled to conjure up some sort of apology. Instead, what came out was, “Oh. Well, thank god, because I was feeling really bad about yelling at someone who sounds so sexy.”

    As soon as the words left her mouth she wished she had a spare hand to cram them back inside. She was considering just abruptly hanging up when a breathy chuckle filtered across the line.

    “Awfully bold for someone who’s ranting about cement to a stranger at eight o’clock in the morning.”

     
    OR: Vi is a construction worker with no time for relationships... until she accidentally dials a wrong number and the stranger on the other line upends her entire life.

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    12 Jan 2026