#Mr. CEO looks so good in lavender :3

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Boys in Lavender~💜

RAINCODE SPOILERS~!

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The Firm - Epilogue

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

A/N: Happy Birthday to Me and this is my gift to you!

--- Two Years Later ---

"E! Come on, we need to go," LaNyah yells from in front of the full-length mirror. She is putting on her silver and black dangling earrings and smoothing out her dress. She chose an ombre maxi dress that starts as lilac at her neckline and ends in a deep purple at her feet. Her hair is pulled up in a slick top bun with a few loose curls on the sides.

Erik comes up behind her in black pants and an unbuttoned lavender dress shirt. "I think you forgot something." He looks at her through the mirror as his eyes meet her gaze. He holds her necklace in his hands, and it matches her bracelets and earrings. She holds her hand out to take it from him. "No, I got this. Stand still." Nyah is watching him through the mirror, tilting her head back as Erik drapes the necklace in front of her. Closing the clasps, he leans down and kisses her neck.

“Thank you, now go finish getting dressed.” She tries to step forward as Erik pulls her by the waist into him. “Erik, we do not have time for this.”

"You sure about that?" He continues to kiss along her jawline. Nyah closes her eyes and relaxes into his embrace. Erik grabs her hips, and LaNyah softly moans at his actions.

Pulling his hands away, she turns around, facing him, "No, we do not." She pulls his shirt together and buttons the top while fixing the collar. "You got the rest of this, right?" She pats him on the chest, "Good." Erik chuckles as she sashays away from him.

“Wow, really babygirl?" He finishes buttoning his shirt and looks at himself in the mirror. If someone had bet him money two years ago that he would be in a serious relationship, he would have double-downed and lost. But here he is, a California resident and living with his amazing girlfriend. He moved the base of his operations, and Green set him up with space in the GBI building.

Erik ended up buying the condo he stayed at when he first got to Irvine. That's where they are now. He decided to move after a year of long-distance and back & forth, traveling to visit one another. When he told LaNyah what he wanted to do, he told her that it would only happen if she moved in him. She was out of her apartment by the time his plane landed the following week.

Moving the business was the most natural part; he can work from anywhere. So, his former home office is now one of three satellite offices for his consulting company. He no longer offers personal security, but he has plenty of employees to call if needed for any job. There is only one person he wants to protect these days. He heads to the closet door to grab his jacket as Nyah comes back into the room.

“Really, E? I have been gone like five minutes, why aren’t you ready yet?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking.” Nyah was packing items into her clutch when she stops.

“You can’t think and get dressed at the same time?" She taps her watch, "Time is ticking." Erik jumps at her, swinging her around the room, causing her to laugh. "What is it, man?"

“Nothing.” He sets her down, putting his hands on her waist as she wraps her arms around his neck, “I love you.” She looks up at him and smiles.

“And I love you, too. But we gotta go. NOW!” She pecks his lips and walks back out of the room, leaving a smitten Erik behind. He will never tire of hearing that. He picks up his jacket and follows her out of the room.

Erik opens the passenger door for Nyah and gives her the presents when she is seated. He walks to his side of the car and jumps in. As he starts the car, he grabs Nyah's hand and kisses it before settling their intertwined hands on his lap. "So, why couldn't Ashley just celebrate her birthday with her husband?" LaNyah releases his grip and slaps his shoulder.

"Don't be mean. You know this is a special birthday for Ashley, and she wanted to be with friends and family tonight."

“Everyone turns 40. So, again I ask – what is the point?” Out of the corner of his eye, he can see her balling her hand into a fist. He catches it mid-air before she touches him, lowering her hand.

“True, but at least she is letting me help throw her a birthday party unlike someone I know,” she blinks and pouts at him. Erik looks at her and shakes his head. It was the only time he didn’t let her have her way. He grabs her hand again.

“Fine. Fine. But we aren’t gonna be there all night, right?” Nyah snatches her hand away as he laughs and puts his hand back on the wheel.

She looks out the window excited about heading over to Ashley’s house to celebrate her birthday with their friends. A few days ago, when they met for their weekly lunch date, Ashley shared something with her. And it has been hard as hell keeping it from everyone, let alone, Erik.

Erik. She turns to stare at his profile while he drives. It’s been about two years since they decided to take a chance on one another. And it’s been one of the best decisions she’s made. They have had a few struggles, especially since they started long-distance, but it helped each of them realize how much they meant to the other. You know that whole, 'absence makes the heart grow fonder.' She is a firm believer in that now.

Right around the time, Erik moved to Cali; she was offered a team leader position for the Accounting department. Six people now report to her about the same accounts that changed her life forever. And Stacey finally trained her on all that other system access, as well. Word has it -- they are the only two who have that kind of access for the company besides the CEO. She smiles, knowing that Alex trusts her that much.

They pull up to the house, and Erik looks over at Nyah. "Ready?" She nods, and he gets out, going to her side and opening the door. As he pulls her out, he lifts her up to him and kisses her.

“Will you stop?” She giggles at his pout, “What is with you, being so playful today?” She eyes him as he sets her back down.

“Nothing. I’m good.”

“Uh huh,” she was about to continue when they hear footsteps running towards them. “Hi sweetheart!” LaNyah bends down to pick up the little girl, smiling big and bright with her two front teeth missing. She’s Alex and Ashley’s 3-year-old foster daughter, Tiffany. She has been in their life for about 6 months now.

“Hi Nyah. Mr. Erik.” She giggles as Erik pulls on her pigtails.

“Why can’t I be Uncle E or something?” Tiffany looks up at him and shakes her head. He whispers into Nyah’s ear, “One day." She shifts Tiffany onto her hips, and she curls her tiny body around Nyah.

“Guess Mr. Erik has to take the presents in the house.” She laughs as he makes a face at her, “I seem to have my hands full.”

He pecks her cheek, “Go on. I got everything.” He watches as the two of them walk away. As he enters the house, Erik sees LaNyah talking with Stacey and Ashley while still holding onto Tiffany. He set Ashley's gift on the table and takes the wine and whiskey to the kitchen, where he finds Alex and Jai hanging around.

“Yes, thank god. I ran out of my good stuff last week." Alex rushes Erik for the bottle of whiskey, and Erik puts the wine in the fridge.

"You ok, guy? I thought family life was going great."

“It is, it is. Don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I wish we got a boy instead. You know I don’t balance more than one woman well.” Erik and Jai burst out laughing. “Not funny,” Alex replies as he pulls three glasses from the cupboard and pours them all a drink.

Erik daps up Jai, “So, how is the art world treating you?”

“Very well, man. I can’t complain.” She takes a sip of her drink, “I have a gallery opening next month. You and Nyah gotta come through.”

“She wouldn’t allow us to miss it.” He laughs into his drink.

"Who won't allow what?" Stacey asks as she and LaNyah enter the kitchen. She walks over to Jai and grabs her drink, sniffing it. She gags, "Nyah, they already started drinking the hard shit." Nyah passes Alex to go to the fridge, pulling the bottle of wine out, and Stacey nods. “So, what did we interrupt?”

Jai takes her drink back from Stacey. "I was just telling them about my show starting next month," Jai answers, wrapping her arm around her.

"Did she tell you that I was her inspiration for her latest works?" Stacey chirps, and Nyah laughs. Erik reaches behind him to get three wine glasses for her. She hands him the bottle of wine to open as well. Nyah watches the newest couple in the group.  

Stacey and Jai met at one of the Paint & Sips that they went to, Jai was the local artist of that evening’s painting. Then after months of flirting and ‘lunch’ dates, they became an item. They have been together for about a year now, and LaNyah has never seen Stacey happier.

“Aye, don’t get drunk before we eat.” Ashley walks into the kitchen without Tiffany. “I can’t believe you guys.” Nyah walks over and hands Ashley a glass of wine, “That’s better. Dinner’s ready.” She pushes everyone towards the dining room.

Around a meal of lamb chops, roasted vegetables, and various salad options, the group catches up on all new happenings since they last got together a month ago. As dinner winds down, they take their dessert and conversation to the living room. Alex brings Ashley’s gifts over while Jai and Stacey refresh drinks.

Lifting up a big gift bag, Ashley pulls out a painted tote bag, and inside is a small paint set complete with a wooden palette and various sized brushes. She looks over at Jai, "I can go get Tiffany since you want to bring gifts for her instead of the birthday girl."

Jai lifts her tumbler towards her, “Mama’s gift is still in the bag.”

Ashley digs back inside, pulling out two envelopes. She opens one card, and concert tickets fall out. She picks one up off her lap, “To see Masego and SiR? OMG, I have been waiting for him to go back on tour.” She stops, “Wait, I can’t go. What about Tiffany?”

“Mommy deserves a day out with the girls.” Stacey responds, “Besides, I am celebrating my promotion. I can’t do that without my girls.” She waves her to open the other envelope. Ashley opens it and finds a spa day package for the works.

"Well, when you put it that way. Mommy does deserve all of this." She holds the cards to her chest as they all laugh. "But, I don't get the painting tote bag."

Looking towards Stacey, “So, we couldn’t help getting her something, too.” Jai answers. “And you can never start them too young.”

“Wow. Who else has something for her?” Ashley asks. LaNyah raises her hands as Erik points to her, “Unbelievable." Everyone laughs at that. Ashley reaches for their box. She pulls out a beautifully crocheted infinity scarf in shades of pinks, reds, and browns. Ashley cracks up with laughter. “OMG, no you didn’t.”

"Yeah, I finally got around to making you that scarf," Nyah speaks up. “I think this is much better than anything I could have given you at that time.”

“Erik, how many do you have?” Alex whispers to him, and Erik shakes his head in response and sits back with his arm behind LaNyah.

“Stop that, you, too. He loves everything I have ever made for him.” Erik sips his drink, not making any eye contact with her, “Okay. I see you. Ashley, there is more in the box.” Nyah points to it.

"I see that. And actually, we have an announcement to make." Alex helps her stand up, and Ashley holds his hand before looking at everyone, “So, we have made the decision to move forward and adopt Tiffany.” The group cheers for them as Stacey and Nyah rush Ashley.

“Great, because you already know that’s my niece.”

“And we all love her to pieces.” Stacey and Nyah blurt out.

Alex accepts pats on the back from Erik and Jai. “So, does this mean I need to bring a bottle every time I see you?” Erik jokes.

“Nah, I love my girls. I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.” He takes a drink of whiskey, “Why do you think I hired Stacey to become the new COO. I know she will be able to handle things for the entire company while I focus on my growing family.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Erik looks over at LaNyah, who shoved Ashley’s box at her. “And that’s a great look for Stacey, too. She deserves it.”    

“Open, open, open.” She begins to chant.

“OK Nyah.” Ashley pulls the final item out, and it’s a smaller version of the scarf that LaNyah made for her. She tears up immediately.

"I mean, my little sister has to be styling just like her Mommy." Nyah pulls Ashley into a big hug. All is quiet for a few moments, while the trio wipes tears from their eyes. Stacey runs to get some Kleenex.

“What is that?” Stacey yells upon return. Everyone turns to look at her trying to figure out who she is addressing. She reaches out and grabs LaNyah’s hand, “This ma’am.” She lifts her hand to show off the diamond on her right hand. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, well, well.” Alex looks over at Erik, who grins as he turns back to him and Jai.

"I was gonna tell you, but I just wanted to keep it to myself for a while," Nyah answers back.  

“What?” He keeps his eyes on the giggly group of women.

“So, details. How did he do it? When did he do it?” Ashley pulls Nyah over to the couch with Stacey following them.

“Congratulations, E.” Jai pats him on the back. “Guess this is turning into one big celebration.”

"He proposed last month. It was simple and sweet." Nyah smiles, thinking about that night. "That's it. There's nothing more to tell."

"Thanks Jai." Erik looks at Alex, who is still staring at him. "Man, what?" Alex just shakes his head at him.

"Come on, Nyah." Ashley snaps her fingers in her face but realizes she is staring at Erik. "I'm not surprised, but it took him long enough,” she turns speaking to Stacey.

When Erik makes eye contact with her, Nyah blows him a kiss. He grabs it from the air and puts it in his jacket pocket, near his heart. Returning to the conversation, “Nothing, I just love my girl.”

A/N/N: So, we have come to the end of Erik and LaNyah’s journey. Thank you to everyone who has come along and enjoyed the ride. It has been so much fun. 

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Let me tell you a good story

Bloodbound Fanfiction (characters and main story belongs to Pixelberry Studios).

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed and MC (Annie)

Information: this takes place after Bloodbound 3, here I’m recreating how Kamilah and MC would meet if she had never gone to Raines Corporation right away.

Summary: Thirty years after meeting Annie for the first time, Kamilah is now a wife and a mother. During a regular family dinner, she decides to tell her daughter and the new son-in-law the story of how she fell in love with Annie after an unusual meeting through the hallways of NYU.

Warnings: none.

Part 1 Part 3

Let me tell you a good story - Part 2

March 2nd, 2048 

 “You’re telling it wrong.” Anna shook her head in disbelief. “Kamilah Sayeed, you be a woman and admit to them that you checked my butt when I was opening the office’s door.”

“I don’t think they need to know that part. It’s not an important piece of information.”

 “Ha! But me shivering when you sensually pressed yourself against me is an important piece of information?”

 “I did not sensually pres…”

 “Guys!” Lysia hit the table, laughing. “Focus!”

“Maybe I should be the one telling the rest now” Anna pinched Kamilah’s arm playfully. “Since you’re omitting the good bits.”

 “You know what, my love? That is not a bad idea. I want to hear your version of the next part. It’s my favourite one.” Kamilah eyes had a glimpse of amusement. “And you do not dare to hide anything from our conversation in the hallway.”

While trying not to blush over that memory – and failing – Anna turned to Lysia and Drake with a happy broad smile on her face. “So, let’s continue. We went for coffee. And you mother just couldn’t stop staring at my butt.”

Kamilah rolled her eyes but didn’t interrupt it.

 August 15th, 2018

 “So, how do you like your coffee?” Anna had guided them to a small coffee cart by the side of the building. There was barely anyone around, unlike the other gigantic coffee carts they passed by. 

The woman arched her eyebrows to the small old man playing some sort of card game with a kid. They were speaking a language she couldn’t understand. “Black. No sugar.”

“Figured.” Anna laughed softly, approaching the old man and playing a kiss on both his cheeks before starting to talk in the same language as them. “Tudo bem, Antônio? Pode me fazer dois cafés pretos extrafortes? Um deles sem açúcar, por favor.”

“You know him?” She asked when the girl took a step back, waiting for the coffee.

“Yup.” Annie drove her attention to the kid on the floor. He looked back when felt her hugging from behind, smiling and waving to both women. “I stay here a lot.”

“So I see…” those brown eyes once again started to analyse the cart, now with less suspicion. “That language you spoke. Was it Portuguese?”

“Yeah. Got it right away, huh? People usually think it’s Spanish or Italian. Every time I tell them I’m Brazilian, they just start to speak Spanish with me… Or a really loud and slow version of English. Both suck. My Spanish is horrible. And I’m not deaf.”

“Aqui, Aninha. Dois cafés bem fortes. Um sem açúcar, e o seu bem doce.” Antônio gave her a warm smile. He always remembered how Annie liked her coffee. She paid for it with a five-dollar bill and refused any change.

Slowly, they started to walk away with their coffees. The sunset was almost over, a dark shade of orange shining on Anna’s black wavy hair. She kept her eyes staring at the floor, lips twitching with indecision. It seemed she was trying to find the right words. The stranger besides her had such an intimidating aura that suddenly Anna felt like a shy teenager again, not the impressive college professor who won tons of arguments during congresses. She tried to gather courage to look at the woman once again, her mouth opening to ask a question, but someone interrupted with a touch on the shoulder.

“Anna?” They turned to face another college professor. She looked no more than thirty, blue eyes shining behind blond bangs. “Sorry to disturb you. I was just passing by. Did you get the chance to read my email?”

“No worries, Faith. I’m the one who should be apologizing, I did read the email, but I was so distracted by the donations this week I forgot to give you an answer. It was about the article, right? You sent me a sketch?”

“Yes, yes. For a new magazine we’re working on. It’s due to Monday. I was wondering if you could take a look and help me fix the mistakes. I’m sure there are plenty of them.”

The one named Faith took a step forward, practically excluding the other woman from the conversation. There was something on her smile, a hint of a special admiration.

“To Monday? Gosh, I’m so sorry. Let’s do the following. Are you staying for the lecture today?” Anna pointed to the sign on the wall. They were having those big weekly lectures with different CEOs and tonight was going to be a Mrs. K. Sayeed speaking… Among others less important names.

“What? Oh. Yeah. I am.” She cleared wasn’t planning to until now.

“Perfect. That’ll give me time to read it again and make better notes. When the lecture finishes, come and meet me at my office, we can talk about it. Okay?”

“Sure thing, Ann. I’ll see you later.” Faith took another step forward, kissing Annie on both cheeks before turning back to the building.

The woman beside her had a judgemental look on her face.

“What?” Anna took a sip of the coffee.

“Do all of your co-workers kiss you?”

“I’m Brazilian. We kiss people on the cheek. Regularly. It’s the polite thing to do.”

“She is definitely not Brazilian. I don’t think her kissing was over politeness.”

“Why, are you jealous?” Anna opened a teasing smile.

The woman answered with a short laugh. “No.” But her eyes were sparkling. Analysing. Right now, she was capturing Annie’s features: the pink-flowered blouse stuck inside social pants, stains of coffee on one of the blazer’s sleeves, her short stature, those black burning eyes. 

“Why are you here?” The professor’s voice cracked the silence that lingered between them. “I mean, you’re not a student. Is it the lecture?”

“Oh. Yes. I have to be there in ten minutes.” A flash of discomfort crossed Annie’s face after hearing those words. “What? Something against the lecture?”

“No. Not exactly. It’s just… Not my kind of thing.”

“How so?”

They were back at the entrance. Anna leaned her head for a second, deciding what to do. Then, she took a step in, waiting to be followed by the woman.

“Well. Let’s just say that listening to billionaires giving advices to a hundred rich kids about how to perpetuate the same M.O. of exploitation their parents and grandparents had been doing for decades is not on my top list of good use of academic time and space.” That was the sincerest she could be without cursing. “I’d rather watch other lectures.”

“Did you watch any of the previous ones to have such a sharp opinion?”

“I did, in fact. Two. The first one, with the Canadian guy, Mr. Phelps. And last week. I had some spare time. It was… Raines. Adrian Raines. From Raines Corporation. He was better than Phelps. A little.”

The woman seemed to stiff a bit.

“What about tonight? Do you know the speakers?”

Anna’s eyes moved away to the floor. Every time she had to search for something in her memory, there were these little signals. Fingers entangling, like a little prayer about to start. Eyebrows furrowing. Lips pressing. The unknown woman noticed it all, since she couldn’t stop looking at the professor.

“Three of them. Mr. Walker. He’s a teacher here. Stupid, arrogant, and too touchy around female professors, may I add. I also know Haley, Haley Dens, I helped her with a job interview a while ago. We met during a lecture at Columbia. She’s nice, but I’m not familiar with her work. I also know the main attraction, not on person, but I read her thesis. Ms. K. Sayeed. Solid thesis. Better than Mr. Raines.”

“Hm. Tell me more about it.”

Anna kept her posture, walking slower by the minute. “How can I say it? I sensed… A little bit of naivety on Mr. Raines thesis. He’s not actually perpetuating the status quo, instead he tries to fix it’s problems, make it into a new system by improving the qualities. This doesn’t work. He’s just embellishing something that’s already broken. Ms. Sayeed is clever. Her mistakes are different ones.”

The silence and the curious look on the woman’s face were pushing Anna to continue.

“Hm. Ok. Let’s just say that Ms. Sayeed thesis is more consisting, but the end is frustrating. She admits the system sucks. With better words, of course. And that it’s impossible to fix it. So far, I’m on board. But then, her analysis stop. It’s like a Fukuyama kind of thing, you know? He said history was over. Ms. Sayeed is claiming economy is doomed. Dead. Over. Nothing to do. No one can change things. I beg to differ. That’s such a stupid and lazy conclusion. I do believe the system is broken, and fixing it won’t take us anywhere… That’s why we need to build a new one. From scratch.”

“A dreamer, aren’t you?”

Annie lifted her gaze to find a malicious smile on the woman’s face. She was suddenly stunted by the beauty of it. All the seriousness on her tone, the posture, the entangled fingers, all of it dropped. Suddenly, the college professor returned to the hypnotized teenager mode, bouncing from one foot to another. She looks like a goddess. Oh my. Oh my. She’s… Wait. Who is she?

“Oh no. I’m so sorry. I was so distracted I forgot to ask your name.”

The woman’s brown eyes locked with Anna’s as she approached. For a moment, the professor thought they were going to kiss. Her back was pressed against the pillar, so dangerously close to the stranger that lavender parfum started to dominate her senses. And even though there were a few students walking around, she wouldn’t mind having that gorgeous woman kissing her in the middle of the hallway.

“Kamilah.” She tucked a lock of hair behind Anna’s ear. The small touch sent electric signals through their bodies. “Nice to meet you, Annie.”

“Nice to meet you too.” That was barely a whisper. Her voice was gone. Disappeared.

And all Anna could do was watch as that goddess step back and head inside the auditorium, wondering if all that talk was real. If she was real.

The coffee definitely is. The taste of it was lingering on her tongue.

So was the desire to kiss Kamilah.

[venusxxlangdon]

Lovesick

summary: reader comes to Michael’s office wearing nothing, but a trench coat and a pair of leather boots

pairing: outpost!Michael x fem!reader

warnings: smut, daddy kink, dirty talk, spanking, anal stimulation, cum swallowing (is it even a warning?), unprotected sex

words: 4.2k

A/N: I know that it was Fire&Reign Michael who worked with Kineros Robotics, but let a girl have her moment with a long-haired outpost!Michael, okay? ;) There’s no plot and no long descriptions, just pure smut that I wanted to write after hours of working on my term paper

Banks — Lovesick        

Sigh.

You nervously looked at yourself in the mirror, examining your outfit that only consisted of knee-length leather boots and a Burberry trench coat that hugged your naked body. The thought of going through the city to Kineros Robotics in nothing but outwear hued your cheeks in a rosy blush and made you think it all over for the hundredth time. What if he wasn’t in the mood? What if people understood that you were naked underneath? You nervously pressed your palms against the burning cheeks and took a deep breath. Okay.

“You are a sex goddess,” you pointed out at the reflection of yourself. “You got this.”

Michael had never rejected you and spent days and nights worshiping your body, so why was it going to be different? You reached for a lip gloss and applied a thin layer of it on your lips just to make them look a bit plumper.

A couple of drops of your favorite perfume for some confidence.

The last touches of a hairbrush to your locks.

Having grabbed your bag, you shot the last glance at yourself in the mirror and headed downstairs. You were glad that Michael had taken the driver that morning and you could drive by yourself without worrying that a poor guy might have guessed that you decided to explore your exhibitionism.

Starting the engines, you turned the radio on, hoping it would keep you distracted from the anxious thoughts. You glanced at the phone screen noticing that it was already 7:58 pm, so by the time you got to the office, Michael should have been done with all the important work. The thought of untying the trench coat in front of him and letting him see you in your full glory sent shivers down your spine and made you clench your thighs. Fuck. The familiar wetness started pooling between your legs and you were not even close to Kineros Robotics. You had to grip to a steering wheel to stay focused because one simple thought about Michael was followed by the cascade of filthy fantasies and memories about his calm, seductive voice whispering absolute madness in your ear, his large palms gripping your ass and squeezing it, his lustful tongue sending you to cloud nine.

Oh, that time when he tied you to the bed, with your legs spread open for him and fucked you into oblivion so hard, you were not able to walk properly on the following day, or when he spanked you with a heart-shaped paddle and took you from behind afterwards. You hissed at the vivid picture of him towering over you and ordering you to lift your skirt up and turn around for him. You almost missed a traffic light and hurriedly pushed down the brakes.

“God dammit” you whispered quietly when someone honked at you. You whined at the feeling of wet panties, rubbing against your core, and cautiously spread your legs to examine a damp spot on a lacy fabric that started to spread out on the lining of your coat. It was definitely time to hurry up. You brutally turned the wheel and sped up, outrunning the cars in front of you. “Sorry, guys, but I need to see my Daddy!”

Your heart rate increased when you saw a skyscraper with a huge KG letters on it. Luckily it didn’t take you long to find a parking lot, and ten minutes later you were already on the way to the main entrance, trying to wrap the scarf around your bare neck so nobody would’ve guessed what you were up to. Why there were so many people? You looked at your phone, which showed that it was 8:30 pm, and you wondered if everyone had suddenly decided to become an employee of the month and work extra hours.

It was an extremely embarrassing elevator ride with a couple of top managers you knew personally.

“Are you visiting Mr. Langdon, Ms. y/l/n?” asked the guy in his 30s you remembered meeting at a Christmas party.

You nodded, toying with your scarf.

“Yes, I am. Have you seen him today?”

“In the morning. We had a very heated discussion about Outpost 3 construction,” he frowned and gave you a cautious look, thinking that maybe he should not have said that.

“Are you implying that he isn’t in the mood?” you asked with a smile, but deep inside you could feel anxiety wash over you. Although, since the guy was alive, Michael wasn’t that mad at him, right?

“I’m not sure,” and right when he was about to elaborate, his phone started ringing, and with a polite “excuse me” he turned away to answer the call.

You quickly took a pocket mirror out of your bag, checked if there were no lip gloss stains on your teeth and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, taking a deep breath. The doors opened and you stepped into a huge white hall.

“Ms. y/l/n,” Venable called you by your name in surprise. She was standing by the coffee machine fixing what it seemed by the numerous cups on their table, the fifth cup of coffee.

“Good evening, Ms. Venable,” you greeted her warmly, “is Mr. Langdon in his office?”

“Yes, but....” she took her cup and stepped closer, “to be honest, the meeting didn’t go well this morning” she brought her palm to her lips as if Michael could have heard her.

“I was informed about it,” you hesitantly looked at the door with “Michael Langdon. CEO of Kineros Robotics” on it. It was understandable why everyone was freaking out about the Antichrist’s mood: their lives depended on it, but you were different. You were his lover, so you should not have worried about him hurting you or demolishing you to nothing, but a pile of ashes. At least, that was what you were trying to comfort yourself with. You understood that Michael was dangerous and the overall state of being vulnerable with someone was completely new for you, but you wanted him. Your desire for Michael was so strong that it made you come to his office full of people in nothing but a trench coat on.

“I’ll let Mr. Langdon know that you are here,” said Venable, but you were quick to assure her that it was unnecessary.

“I think he’ll enjoy the surprise,” you told her and headed towards Michael’s office.

It was either now or never. You wrapped your fingers around the cool metal of a silver doorknob and pushed it down.

Michael was standing by the window and talking to someone on the phone. The nightlights were casting long shadows on his tall figure dressed in a velvet navy blue jacket and a wool lavender turtleneck with a burgundy snake on it. He turned around at the sound of the opening door, and his shoulder-length curls slightly bounced. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as if he had not smelled you long before you even stepped into KR building.

“Hi,” you mouthed shyly and shut the door behind you.

Michael’s eyes traveled down your body, and you noticed the corners of his mouth twitch.

“Yes, I understand,” Michael continued his conversation without taking his eyes off of you. You were still standing where you were, biting on your lower lip and doubting if you could come closer. His overall aura was so intimidating; it was dripping with power and authority, and every time you were around him, you felt like surrendering yourself to him not only with your body but also with your mind and soul. You instructively clasped your thighs in an attempt to suppress a pathetic throb of your pussy.

His eyes narrowed when you slowly took your scarf off exposing your bare neck.

“Alright, sir, Ms. Venable will prepare the documents, but now please, excuse me...,” he called you over, urging to come closer. Once you approached him, he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you in, pressing you against his chest and resting his palm on the small of your back. A surprising “ah” slipped off your mouth, and he put a finger on your lips, shushing you. “Yes, we will discuss it tomorrow,” his eyes were focusing on you, as he finished the conversation. You tilted your head and slowly traced the tips of your fingers down his jacket, enjoying the softness of the fine fabric and the feeling of his strong, broad shoulders under your touch.

“Well, well, well,” he said in a sing-song voice, putting his phone in the pocket of his black slacks, “look what a pretty little thing has honored me with her arrival”

You blushed at his words, and wrapped your arms around his neck. Standing on your tiptoe, you leaned forward and whispered:

“I missed you,” his long silky hair brushed against your flushed cheek, “it’s almost nine, and you are still working...”

You pouted, looking down at the diamond pin in the form of a dragon on his turtleneck. Your heart was beating so fast, pumping the blood in your veins at supersonic speed, as you pressed yourself closer against Michael, feeling the radiating heat of his body.

“Hmm,” he hummed pensively; his fingers ghosting over your neck and sliding down to the collar of your trench coat to outstretch it and expose more of your skin. “Interesting,” you felt his knee between your legs, and you gasped when he pressed it against your heat. “I wonder if it’s me or my cock that you’ve been missing...”

He leaned back on the desk so it would be easier for him to stand with one of his legs bent and teasing your core. You parted your legs straddling his thigh.

“Tell me, kitten,” the slow, lavished tone of his voice made your knees buckle, and you clanged to him as if he was a lifeline.

“I was thinking about you, and...,” you paused looking up at him.

“And?”

“I know that I’m not allowed to touch myself, but you weren’t with me...” his eyes turned darker, as he was listening to your rambling. His every move was always so slow and leisured that it got you hypnotized; absolutely enchanted in the beauty of his gestures and the way he carried himself.

“And I got really horny. My fingers weren’t enough...” Michael hated the word “horny”; he always preferred “aroused” to empathize the alluring effect he had on you. He cupped your face with both of his hands, petting your cheeks with his thumbs.

“So you think that you can come to me and get my dick any time you want it?” he cocked his eyebrow, interrupting you, and you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. You saw his beautiful, as if it was carved from marble, face scrunch up in a pretentious smug. Your head felt dizzy, and it was impossible for your mind to comprehend how Michael could do all these things to you — to send your mind to Neverland with just one look of his gorgeous eyes; to make you think about nothing but his cock splitting you in two; to desire nothing, but him. You would have followed him anywhere like a dog that needed water.

He pulled at one of the strings of the bow on your waist to untie the knot. Not a single muscle of his face twitched at the sight of you in your lacy panties, but thanks to your hands resting on his shoulders you noticed that his breath hitched.

“Hasn’t Daddy taught you that you aren’t allowed to touch what’s not yours?” he hissed; his hands possessively grabbed your ass, and you whined when he pinched the flesh with his fingers and twisted it, making you nearly jump at the stinging pain. You looked at him pleadingly, but he only tightened the grip; a bright red bruise bloomed under his fingertips.

“You are so needy,” his lips were inches away from your ear, and you shivered at the feeling of his hot breath scorching the sensitive area, “and you know what I think of needy girls, right?”

And just to confirm that he was right, you bucked your hips forward, seeking any sort of friction. The velvet material of his jacket felt soft against your nipples, and you could not help yourself when you started rubbing against it.

“You think we are pathetic,” you whispered under your breath, arching your back; pink buds hardening with every move.

Michael was watching you amusingly.

“At least you are being honest.” He let go of your abused ass cheek, but only in order to move his palm to your under thigh, forcing you to wrap your leg around his torso. Your head rolled back when you ground down on his thigh, and moved one of your hands to the back of his neck, grabbing a fistful if his luscious hair. “And it seems like you like my suit.”

Michael’s velvet Gucci suit was your favorite indeed. It not only looked good on him but made you dream of rubbing against the fine material every time he wore it. You knew that the expensive fabric would feel amazing against your delicate skin.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you shook your head being ashamed of your weakness and desperation for his attention at the same time. Your whole body was shaking violently, when you continued rubbing against him, twisting like a snake.

Michael got a hold on your hips to slow you down. You looked up at him; cheeks scarlet red with shame and arousal; your hairdo all messed up; lips bit in anticipation.

“Stop it immediately,” he scolded you almost like you were a kid begging for candy. “I haven’t spent all this time training you, for you to come and rub against me like a bitch in heat.”

Your eyes started watering at the humiliation. You were looking down; with your arms hanging loosely on both sides of her body, when you whispered a quiet “I am sorry”. His hands snaked under the lapels of your trench coat and slid it off your shoulders. The muscles of your stomach tensed, when he stroke your abdomen and traced his fingers up to your swollen breasts. He could try and pretend to be unbothered all he wanted, but the way his eyes darkened and the prominent bulge became more visible told you otherwise. Goosebumps lined up your skin, when he circled your nipples and leaned forward to give each one a small kitten lick. You gasped, automatically running your fingers through his long hair. Sucking on one of breasts, he pressed his palm against your throbbing clit and applied some pressure on it through the damp fabric, drawing another moan from your throat.

“Keep quiet, baby,” he whispered and tucked the lace aside, smearing the glistening slick all over the pink lips. Right, Venable was behind the door.

You did not expect him to suddenly slap your pussy; it caught you off-guard, and you had to bit down on his shoulder to suppress a loud cry. His fingers entered you without warning, ignoring your attempts to steady yourself by clanging to his shoulders, and started making their way in and out in a steady rhythm. Your hips bucked forward meeting his thrusts, and your head rolled into the creek of his neck.

“Is this what you came for?” he whispered lowly; the sloppy sound of your arousal was filling the room.

“Not quite,” you murmured, and stroke his clothed cock through his slacks, giving him a hit of what you really wanted. As soon as the words left your mouth, Michael’s fingers froze, and you moaned disappointedly, giving him a confused look. You watched him wipe his fingers covered in your juice off a kerchief.

“Bend over my desk,” your heart skipped a beat at the sternness of his voice. He stepped aside and nodded at the table. You gulped heavily. On wobbly legs, you stepped closer to the desk and, under his heavy gaze, bent over as you had been ordered, resting your cheek down on the wooden surface. Michael made his way behind you, and your let out an anxious sigh — not being able to see him was torturous. You shivered when he dragged his palm down your spine and stopped at the waistband of your panties.

“Nice boots,” he noted, spreading your legs apart with his knee. “They suit such a disobedient slut that you are.”

You moaned at his words and wriggled on the desk, trying to find a more comfortable position, but his hands pinned you down forcing to stay still.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, y/n”, he said, yanking your panties down your legs. “Needy,” he leaned forward, pressing you against the cool surface with the weight of his body. “Ungrateful,” he bit on your earlobe and traced his lips down to your jawline. “When I was generous and gave you my fingers, you decided to act like a little brat,” and with that he gave you a light slap. Despite the fact that it was supposed to be a punishment, Michael never started without a proper preparation. He wanted you to enjoy the process as much as he enjoyed ruining you. The light slaps got your blood flowing, skin ready, and muscles relaxed.

You let out a loud moan, when he gave you the first real spank; his palm met the skin of your bottom with obscene smack.

“I told you to shut up,” he growled through gritted teeth and swayed his hips forward, rubbing his clothed cock against your ass.

Smack!

Another slap hit your tender sitting spots, and you bit on your knuckles, feeling salty tears well up in your eyes. Michael’s hand massaged the reddening spot, soothing you.

“Next time you will be more appreciative,” every time he leaned forward, his hair tickled your neck and shoulders, and the velvet of his jacket caressed your back.

A hard smack echoed throughout the room, but that time he hit your upper thigh.

“Daddy, it hurts,” you whined, trying to pull away, but it only made him tighten his grip.

“I know, baby,” a devilish grin spread across his lips. He dragged one of his digits up and down between your folds, checking whether he needed to stop. He moved it to your clit and gently massaged the sensitive bud, enjoying the way your pussy quivered. “Remember the safe word?”

Michael knew that you would not need it, but he always checked if you understood that it was okay to pause him. He waited for you to give him a nod.

“Good girl,” he praised, slapping the softest area of your ass and enjoying the way your skin reddened under his touch. His fingers spread the right mound, and you whined at the sensation. The thought of being exposed for him in the most intimate way made you squeeze your eyes tightly and take a deep breath. “Always so good for me.”

When he removed his fingers and stood up, you turned your head to finally look at him. Michael quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled the fly down; your mouth watered at the sight of his erect cock in his palm.

“Daddy, please,” you pleaded, and despite the burning sensation on your skin, wriggled your butt in anticipation, unable to stay still and quiet. You needed him inside you. You arched your back when he stepped closer and grabbed a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his hand and using it to guide your head up. Your eyes widened, when he covered your mouth with his free hand and whispered:

“Don’t scream too loud, kitten.”

He thrust deep inside you in one brutal motion, filling you to the hilt. If it had not been his palm on your lips, you would have deafened everyone in the building. It felt like he had split you in two. You could feel every inch of his cock, every vein of it, stretching your tight walls every time he pushed it all the way in.

“D-D-Daddy,” you moaned haplessly, digging your nails into the desk, trying to ground yourself, but the head of Michael’s cock brushed against your sweet spot, and you howled, desperately trying to meet his thrusts.

“You were fucking created for my cock,” he yanked your head back and kissed you hard. He pushed on your chin with the tips of his fingers, forcing you to open your mouth, and immediately slid his tongue into your welcoming heat. “You like this, don’t you? When Daddy fucks you from behind like a good slut?”

Your tits bounced, as he moved his hips furiously, fucking you onto oblivion.

“You came to me almost naked,” he slapped your ass one more time and pulled out, but just in order to push right back in, “I could smell you at the parking lot”

“Oh, God,” you cried out at the filth Michael was telling you. “More, Daddy, just like that...”

He let go of your hair, and your head fell down on the table. You were panting heavily brushing the strands of your hair off your sweaty forehead and scarlet cheeks. Michael’s hands spread your ass cheeks wider, and he suddenly slowed down the pace. He spat down right in the creek of your butt and smeared his saliva along your holes with the tip of his cock. Plugging you back with his shaft, he brought his thumb to your clenched anus and massaged it in circular motion. You felt so fucking wet and full. The stimulation was almost unbearable.

“For your information,” he said slowly, rolling every word on the tip of his tongue and watching his cock disappear deep inside you, “I won’t let you cum this time.”

You did not recognize your voice, when a loud animalistic cry escaped from your throat. You turned your head at him; tears were streaming down your cheeks, when you begged:

“Sir, please....” your heart shuttered into pieces, when he pulled out and started jerking himself off in a quick pace. No, no, no, he could not treat you like that. Every cell of your body screamed in frustration, since your own orgasm was so ridiculously close. You wanted to hop back on his cock, but he was holding your hips, digging his fingers into a soft flesh of your skin.

 “Bad girls should learn their lessons first,” he let go off your hip and petted your cheek with his knuckles.

Your chin started trembling, as you watched him stroke his cock in front of you, not being able to do anything to ease the ache in your cunt. If you had not loved Michael with every fiber of your human being, you could have hated him at that moment. His fist was moving up and down his length with a sloppy sound of your juices and his own precum mixed together. You could not take your eyes off of his beautiful face clenched up in pleasure, so when he told you to get on your knees, you found yourself lost.

“Baby, c’mon,” he urged, “get on your knees and open your mouth.”

You dragged your body off the desk, and awkwardly kneeled before him, whining at the dull pain in your butt. You carefully placed your hands on your knees and opened your mouth for Michael.

“So beautiful,” he whispered and came with a low growl, bringing the head of his cock closer to your awaiting mouth. You hummed at the feeling of his hot cum spilling into it and going down your throat. Michael’s plump lips formed a perfect “o”, as he gave himself on final stroke and fed you the last drops of his load.

You swallowed and ran the tip of your tongue along your bottom lip and the corners of your mouth in case you missed anything

“Good girl,” Michael dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to your forehead, and then to you lips, tasting himself. His hands ran through your hair and then he cupped your face, wiping off the tears with his thumbs.

“Daddy, I still want to cum,” you pouted and covered your neglected pussy with your palm. Michael chuckled at your attitude.

“I know, princess”, he helped you to stand up, tucked his cock back into his slacks, and adjusted his jacket. “How about I’ll make it up to you when we get home?”

He took your coat and wrapped it around your shoulders, hugging you tightly. You nuzzled into him and gave him a small nod.

“But I can’t promise that I’ll behave in the car.”

“Then it’s a good thing that we have a partition”

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Murder at Stark Manor: Peter Parker X Reader

PART 1 of2

Midtown High Students have come to participate in Liz’s live action role play. The reader wants to confess her feelings for Peter but knows about his crush on Liz. No one actually dies, it’s ok :)

Word Count: 1.8k (OMG I’M SORRY T.T)

Peter Parker x Reader

Based on the board game Clue

It was the middle of the beautiful month of April, and around this time a grand party was about to be announced by the popular Liz Toomes. It was an annual gathering, only certain students were invited to partake in this year’s party. For it would be a party to die for.

“What do you think her party theme is this year?” Y/F/N Y/L/N asked her best friend as they walked through the crowded halls of Midtown High. Peter Parker looked down at her and shrugged, reaching his locker. Y/N picked at her army green sweater as she leaned against the locker next to Peter’s.  She took a moment to admire the spider boy, he was perfect, his hair, his body, even his fingers as they graced the lock.

Upon opening the locker, a white envelope fell out, making a soft noise as it collided with the ground. The light brown haired male was oblivious to the envelope as he continued to stuff his books in his messy locker. “You dropped something,” Y/N told him. Peter looked down and gasped, picking up the envelope.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked her excitedly, pointing at the red wax seal. Y/N shook her head, although, in reality, she knew what it was. And frankly, she was afraid, this was Liz trying to get Peter to be hers “Read the initials! LT! It’s an invite to the biggest party of the year,” he nearly squealed. Y/N put her pointer finger up to her lips to silence the overly excited boy. Everyone was aware of the crush Peter has had on Liz since forever grade. Peter sighed to calm himself down, this is too exciting.

“I’m going to open it,” he said as he broke the seal and hurriedly took the thick and shiny invitation:

                                  You are cordially invited to participate in…

                                             A Party to Die For

                                         Presented by Liz Toomes

                                        17th of April   7:00 pm sharp

                                                   Boddy Manor

               (Please attend in 1920s fashion and speak with an English accent)

Y/N rolled her eyes, of course, Liz would pull out all the stops for her parties. Boddy Manor was the old mansion upstate, recently bought by an unknown owner. A party to die for? So cliché, she thought as she looked over at the invitation in Peter’s hand. If this was a cartoon, Y/N’s skin would be turning green, but she would never admit it.  “I’m going to class, don’t drown in your own drool,” she laughed as she walked off for class. Peter wiped the bead of drool of his chin and wiped it on his dark blue jeans.

The grumpy girl stood in front of her gray locker and slowly started to turn the numbers on her small lock. Suddenly a shadow appeared behind her, she breathed in, slightly cringing at the overwhelming smell of Marc Jacobs perfume.  Y/N ran her hand through her choppy neck length hair before turning around to look at the girl.

Behind her was none other than Liz Toomes holding out a white envelope exactly the same as Peter’s. Liz’s frosty pink lips turned up into a knowing smile as she looked down at Y/N’s unimpressed facial expression.

“This is for you,” she spoke. Y/N hesitantly reached out and took the envelope from her manicured hands.  

“Uh, thanks, Liz,” Y/N said in disbelief, why would she give her an invitation? Y/N studied the indecipherable look on the taller girl’s face. What has possessed the daughter of Satan? What kind of trick was she trying to play on her… or Peter? Liz broke the eye contact and took a step back. It was no secret that you and Liz didn't like each other, especially since you were both competing for Peter's attention

“Anything for you Y/N! Remember don’t be late,” Liz said, flipping her long curly dark hair over her shoulder and walking away. Y/N didn’t bother reading the invitation, I’m only going because Peter is, she reminded herself, shoving the envelope into her bag.

The evening had come, the grand party was about to take place. The sun had started to set and the air had become cooler. From the other side of the street, Y/N stood there and watched the other people standing on the porch, dressed appropriately for the occasion. She tugged on her sparkly lavender drop waist dress and sighed deeply.

She took clumsy steps with her high heels, slowly managing to walk across the wet street.  Glancing up at the large door, Y/N took her place next to Peter. “Y/N! You got invited,” Peter whispered as he draped his arm around her shoulders. As they chill of the night settled in Y/N leaned into his embrace, observing those around her. He looked amazing in his black tux and thick red tie.

Standing across from the pair where the other players, Ned, of course, was invited but stayed far away from the group...he was really into this. He blew his pipe, and out came bubbles, Peter let out a laugh and nudged  Y/N to look.  On the other side of Ned was Michelle Jones  Liz’s best friend, her nose in a book, Scratching her hand which was in a dreadfully itchy white lace glove.

And of course, there was the girl of the hour, Liz with her green dress and brown faux fur coat. She was the best dressed there, twirling her pearl necklace as she talked to Michelle.

The guests waited anxiously for the opening of the doors, but finally, they had opened to reveal the maid character, Peter's eyes opened wide as he recognized her as Wanda “Welcome, welcome! Ms. Toomes and Mr. Stark welcome you all to this live action game of Clue at the Boddy Manor!” Mr. Stark? Peter whipped his head around to the street to see the billionaire standing there with his velvet lounge outfit, his hands nicely tucked in the large pockets. With Pepper Potts on his arm, wearing a skin tight red dress and hair in classic curls.

“Actually my dear, it's now Stark Manor,” he corrected with his fake accent. He was the buyer of the old mansion? Wanda rolled her eyes “ Our rules state that you must act in character and stick to your character descriptions,” She told them, stepping aside to let them into the entry way.  Peter let Y/N go in front of him as he stopped to talk to Tony.

“M-Mr Stark? How did you know about this?” he asked.

“That Liz girl has good bribery skills. I don't like her,” he muttered in a hushed tone. “Listen, kid, just enjoy and ask Y/N out ok, she's better,” he winked and gave Peter a firm pat on the back before walking into the mansion.

The room was barely lit, setting off a creepy vibe within the younger patrons. The maid walked and stood behind two large glass bowls with pieces of paper “Please come forth and select a paper, this will be your character description, one is for the gentleman and the other is for the girls,” she told them. Liz tossed her hair over her shoulder and walked up to the bowl twirling her hand inside before pulling one out with two fingers.

“Heiress to a large fortune, newly engaged to the heir of the large hotel in Manhattan,” she read aloud, smirking. Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance. Michelle followed her lead and picked from the bowl.

“Daughter of the wealthy business man, heavily sheltered. Bite me” she spat, walking back to Liz.  Ned walked up to the bowl and stuck his hand inside the bowl for the men’s side.

“Ah, the business partner to the CEO, choice,” he laughed in victory, taking his place back in the group. And so it went on the other patrons found out their places in the game, Peter was to be “married” to Liz, Y/N was ironically the best friend to the heir of the hotel. Tony was naturally was cast as the CEO, while Pepper played the wife of Tony.

The guests walked into the living room for drinks, Y/N stood in the corner as she watched Peter sit on the couch in between Liz and Michelle, hamming it up. She furrowed eyes as her painted nails tapped the glass in annoyance.Tony took the last sip of his drink, noticing it was empty he left the room, to grab another bottle of champagne.

Minutes have passed, the same old record had played over and over, the sound had become nauseating. Suddenly the record player stopped and the lights went out. Everyone gasped. “Y/N!” Peter yelled, his spidey senses going wild. Jumping from the couch to find Y/N.

“I’m ok,” she said, looking around in complete darkness, trying to search for her friend. Peter followed her voice and slowly made his way over to her, bumping into the edge of the coffee table with his shin. He let out a groan bending down to grip in throbbing shin.

There was a sound, a bottle had broken in the other room and it earned everyone’s attention. “What was that?” Michelle shouted out, starting to get scared. The room was silent once again, the sounds of their heartbeats were the only things to be heard. Until the lights flickered back on and the maid rushed into the room, crying hysterically with blood all over her delicate hands.

“Someone killed my Master,” she cried, falling to the floor. Ned rushed over and sat beside her “What happened to my friend?” he asked, staying in character. The maid slowly stood up and walked the guests into the kitchen.

There on the floor was Tony lying on the ground, with blood covering his upper torso. Pepper pushed her way up to the front “Tony,” she sobbed, pulling out a handkerchief out of her dress, wiping her eyes. She leaned her head against Liz’s shoulder, who hesitantly tapped her shoulder in comfort.

“I came in after cleaning the master bedroom and he was found dead… one of you did it,” the maid’s demeanor changed. There were no more tears, she was angry, and everyone could tell.

“She has great acting,” Peter whispered to Y/N. She nudged his side, making him laugh and look at the crime scene.

“On the table behind me, there are envelopes for each of you. They contain a magnifying glass, a notepad, fingerprint dusting equipment and a map to the house. We will check in every hour… you have 3 hours to find out which one of you killed Tony Stark. I wish all of you good luck,” She informed before beginning to break down and cry over his body with a white sheet.

“Do you think Liz wants to pair up with me?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know,” Y/N looked over at Liz who was already arm and arm with Michelle, “I think she may have a partner already.” Peter looked at the pair that just left and pouted. Y/N looked at him in disbelief, they had been best friends since 1st grade and this is what she gets? She’s his second choice. I’m his second choice, this is ridiculous, she thought as she grabbed her packet off the table. If only he could see how much she loved him.