#also don’t fucking say you picked me over new york

[paechtea]

also i didn’t fucking cheat on you!!! do i find people at my new job attractive because i’m seeing that people in fact don’t live like you and actually take care of themselves? yes, but it was all just surface level shit. did i break up with you because i was planning on moving on to one of them? no!! why is i so fucking hard for you to believe the reasonings i gave?

sorry i want to eventually be married to someone that actually wants to marry me. sorry i don’t want to be your live-in maid. so sorry i want someone who showers and brushes their teeth at least semi-regularly. sooo sorry for being hurt for months after finding out the person i loved was choosing to move across the fucking country and leave me behind because they wanted to live in some cluster fuck city that i have always expressed i do not like. and also big fucking sorry to you for not telling you i wanted you to stay because i didn’t want you resenting me for “holding you back” and wanting you to come to the decision on your own to pick me over some fucking city and not because i begged you to stay

[mydarlingclaudia]

I could be mom (unless you want to be dad)

note : divider is from @/grlselle. handful of paragraphs before smut sowwy. I also just wrote this spur of the moment because I finally had a bit of motivation and this is the winner of that poll I did last week and I was bored so the smut isn't that long and I'm remembering that I never really knew how to write smut soooo. mdni

wc : 1.4k

tags : @lottiies @luvrgreyy

desc : whiny husband. smut!! - unprotected p in v, riding. established relationship, little bit of fingers in mouth whoopsie, you've got a daughter, fem!reader, vendetta!Leon, not proofread

You unbuckle your daughter’s seatbelt and pick her up out of her booster seat, housing her up onto your hip while you straighten your purse on your shoulder and walk to the front door. Leon’s motorcycle is propped up on its kickstand in the driveway, you didn’t know he was supposed to be back yet. He told you he’d be getting home late, but you got home later than him, apparently. At least your daughter wouldn’t jump up on him now that you’re home, she’s out cold, he’s probably drunk or asleep.

New York had been hard on him. You were upset enough when he told you he was going to Colorado for a week three days beforehand, but having him come home and tell you he didn’t even get to relax as much as he wished because he got pulled into work just made you annoyed. You loved your husband, truly, but he could piss you off like no one else. You know his work is messy, you know he can’t be around all the time, you know he’d rather ease his problems by drinking rather than opening up to you. And you know he's trying to protect you and your daughter, you just can't really help but want something normal.

Maybe you had to work on actually planning things with him, though. Dinner was often between five and nine p.m., you and Leon haven’t been on a date night in like, what, a year now? You know it’s not about him not being attracted to you, your schedules are just so busy that there hasn’t really been enough time for the two of you to go out on a dinner date or something like that.

The house is dark when you step inside, you don’t smell any alcohol, either. You kick off your shoes and take your daughters off as well before you put your keys into the tiny bowl on the kitchen counter, you’re not going to bother to change your daughter into her pajamas, she’s already in shorts and a shirt, that’s good enough and you’re tired, anyway.

Her room is always messy, you’re lucky you don’t trip over any toys even when you turn on the light. You spend maybe ten seconds tucking her in and kissing her cheek before you shut off her light and head to your bedroom, Leon’s asleep on the bed, he doesn’t even smell like beer, which is a good thing.

Leon always looks more peaceful when he’s sleeping, you wish you had offered for him to come over to your friend’s house with you and your daughter tonight, maybe letting him rest was good, though. So you change into pajamas and lay next to Leon, who instantly stirs.

“Hm…?” Leon murmurs when you wrap your arm around him.

“It’s me,” You whisper against his bare shoulder, you immediately feel him relax.

“When’d you get back?”

“A few minutes ago.”

“Have fun?”

“Mhm,” You press a kiss to his shoulder blade, he hums and readjusts the pillow under his head before he finally decides it's to his liking and rests against it again. "Love you."

"Love you, too." You hardly hear him say it, but you squeeze him a bit tighter, hearing the soft chuckle he lets out before he falls back asleep a few seconds later.

—

You and Leon shift around in bed a lot at night, you're never in the same position you went to sleep in when you get up in the morning.

Tonight, though, you wake up to Leon grinding against your hip at one in the morning. You're not mad, he was doing it in his sleep, anyway. Doesn't stop you from waking him up and climbing on top of him after you pull his boxers down.

"Christ, Leon, shut the fu-fuck up!" You hiss at him, continuing to slowly ease yourself up and down on his cock. You've never heard him so whiny before, could've been because the two of you haven't had sex in a little bit.

"C-Can't help i-it-" He gasps out, digging his fingers into the plump flesh of your hips while he bucks up into you. You've been doing this for maybe five minutes now, trying to tell him to be quiet and that you aren't forgetting his needs, but his face is so flushed and his chest is heaving and you can't really tell if he's even trying to do as you say.

His mouth remains open as he continues to let more and more lewd noises escape his throat whenever you sink back down onto him, you don't know how he isn't getting cramps in his hands from gripping onto you so tightly.

But you continue on, squeezing around him tightly because it made him feel even better inside of you. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, your eyes screwing shut while Leon's stay glued to where you're joined, watching as your cunt sucks him in over and over again.

His expression is nothing but pleading and needy and you're so in love with it, your hands rest on the soft fat of his pecs, his trembling hands can't stay in one spot anymore.

"Sweetheart, God, p-please." Leon's voice only gets louder and you have to shush him again, your eyes staying open long enough to shoot him an angry glare.

"If you wake her up-"

"I won't!" He cuts you off, his hips bucking against yours again while his head falls back against his pillow. You're probably not much quieter than him, hearing him whine and moan only triggers something in your brain that makes you mimic him, and there's the soft plap plap of your bodies to go along with it.

You've tried kissing him to swallow up his moans, but your mouths never stay connected for long due to lack of oxygen or he just can't hold your head in place. But his lips are still glossy with his drool and yours, and there's a few hickeys on his neck that he'll stare at for the next handful of days to come.

You know he's close, you're not far behind. Though, you know that when he cums he won't shut up.

But you continue to push your hips up and down, trying to keep your eyes from rolling back when you sink down onto him fully. It only adds more fuel for him to get increasingly louder, muttering about how good you feel and how he needs to cum inside you.

A few more thrusts and he'll be done, you know it. So before he can wake up the whole neighborhood, you grab his chin, forcing him to look at you so you can kiss him. You know that's not enough, of course. So when you pull away from him, a string of saliva still connecting your swollen lips to his, you push two fingers into his open mouth, trying to not his the back of his throat. Leon waits for only a second before he realizes, biting down on the base of your fingers lightly only to then suck on them.

And you're right, as always. After a few more thrusts he cums inside you, moaning around your fingers. The sight of his drool coating your knuckles and eyes lidded with pleasure almost does it for you, but you meet your own release after you raise yourself up to get him balls-deep a few more times.

You sit there on top of him for a few more minutes, looking up at your ceiling while you catch your breath. Leon has yet to tip his head back and slide your fingers from his mouth, trying to catch his breath, same as you.

You're the one to pull away from him, he looks a little annoyed when you pull your fingers out of his mouth and wipe some of the spit onto his chest, but you know he loved everything the two of your just did. Leon smiles at you after a few seconds, wrapping his arms around your back to pull you down onto him for a kiss.

"When did you get so whiny?" You whisper against his lips, then press a few soft kisses there.

"Don't tell anyone," You snort and pull back from him, your hand cups his cheek and he smiles against your palm.

"I wouldn't, that's only for me, right?"

"Only for you,"

[starsinthesky5]

down bad || joe burrow x reader

description: you and joe go to your best friend’s wedding and it’s very clear that you both are soo down bad for each other ;)

a/n: bye i cannot believe i wrote this in 3.5 days because I was SO excited to write it. it’s just so 🤭 it’s definitely somethingggg 🤭🤭 also am i like one of the only people who thinks headband joe is peak joe. like his hair right now is amazing, but headband joe just makes me melt.

warnings: smut, language, and more smut, you both are perpetually horny

word count: 8.5 k

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“Joe!” You moaned as you felt the hot shower water dripping down your body. Joe’s head fell to the crook of your neck, sucking the soft skin which would be sure to leave a purple mark.��

“Shit, don’t stop,” you cried as he pounded into you, your body starting to feel sore since you have had your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist for a good half hour. He was helping you out by holding you up, but everything about what was happening in the shower made you feel sore, in a good way of course. 

“Y/N…” he groaned. “Fuck, you feel so good,”. 

You felt a familiar sensation in your stomach as he continued to thrust into you, his grip on your waist tightening.“I’m close,” you whisper as you throw your head back against the shower wall.

“Shit, hang on for me baby,” Joe said as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, pushing you up against the wall each time. You whined at the feeling of him pushing himself deeper inside of you, which you thought was impossible. 

“Joe,” you whimpered again. “Right there,”. Joe’s rapid pace and deep thrusts were pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm, his cock grazing your g-spot. 

You move one of your hands into his wet curls and push him closer to your face, capturing him in a sloppy kiss as he continues to thrust into you. One particularly rough thrust causes you to break away. You felt the rubber band in your core snap as were clenching around his cock, “Joe,” you moaned into his ear as you came. 

“Y/N,” he moaned as he felt himself reaching his own pleasure. A few more thrusts later, you felt hot spurts of his cum fill your slick core as his head dropped down to your shoulder again, pressing soft kisses on your collarbone. 

As the water continued to rain down on you both, Joe and You stood in each other's arms, your bodies entwined in the lingering heat of your love. You knew that in that moment, there was no place you would rather be than together, lost in the blissful embrace of the shower.

“I love you,” he pants while pressing a few more kisses on your lips.

“I love you too,” you say back with a smile.

A little while later, you're standing in front of the bathroom mirror in your pink robe as you inspect the new purple marks littered around your neck. 

Joe walks up behind you, cupping the nape of your neck with his hand and rubbing it. “Sorry about that,” he softly says. 

You look back at him and smile, “It’s Okay, I’m used to it by now,”. 

What was supposed to be a quick shared shower before packing for your best friend's wedding in New York this weekend had turned into another one of your many unplanned romps. 

“I should’ve known this would’ve happened if we showered together. Every damn time we say we’ll take a quick shower, I end up with a limp,” you giggle while leaning back into his warm body. 

“Can’t keep my hands off of you. You know that,” he whispers into your ear lightly before lightly kissing the marks on your neck. 

You playfully roll your eyes as you move forward and walk into Joe’s closet. You weren’t living with him just yet, but by the looks of his closet, you basically were. 

You were bringing Joe as your plus 1 to your bestie’s wedding this weekend during the Bengals Bye Week and came over to Joe’s house to pack since he hated packing and needed you to keep him company. You had only been dating for 4 months but were already acting like a married couple according to your friend, and you were starting to see why she said so. 

Flashback to a few weeks ago

“So, you’re bringing Joe?” she asked, a little surprised since you’d only been dating for a few months and you never brought a guy to your friends this early, especially since you lived a little far away from them. 

“Mhm,” you responded while putting the phone on speaker as you were attempting to find your keys to Joe’s house in his driveway while he was away at practice. 

“Already the plus 1? Damn, he has you whipped,” she giggles. 

You roll your eyes and say, “Really funny Sophia,”. 

“Am I on speaker? Your voice is echoing,” she questions.

“Yeah, I'm trying to find my keys,”.

She stays silent for a second before saying “You’re in his driveway aren’t you,” with a big smile she wished you could see. 

“Maaaybee,” you trail. 

“God, get married already. You’re always over at his place, just move in Mrs. Burrow,” she teases. 

You laugh and say, “That’s because it’s most convenient. You know my apartment is a good half hour away from him. Besides, I thought you liked Joe,”

“Oh, I do, even though I've only met him a few times. I’ve never seen you happier, I'm just surprised you’re actually bringing him,” Sophia says. 

“Honestly, me too. But it feels right. And he’s very excited to go with me which makes it even better,” you say as you finally find the keys. 

End of flashback 

Joe joins you in the closet and watches you pack your stuff for this weekend in your suitcase. Along with your basic necessities, you pack several party dresses, heels, your wedding day look, and a bunch of accessories. 

“Damn, I never knew girls needed so much stuff for 3 days,” he laughed. 

You turned around and gave him a look that had him immediately retreating.“Not that it’s a bad thing,” he says while raising his hands to soften the blow. 

You break out into a laugh and say, “Calm down Joey, I’m jussst kidding,” as you walk over to him and kiss him before moving behind him to grab his suitcase. 

“You’re turn,” you say as you drop the bag at his feet. 

“I hate packing,” he frowns.

“That’s why I’m here baby. Here to keep ya company,” you smile before sitting in the comfy armchair in the corner. 

He lets out a defeated sigh as he begins packing his things and you watch him the entire time. He was doing something so simple as packing but looked incredibly delicious while doing so. His wet hair flopping around, his bare chest on display, and his shorts hanging low on his waist and showing off his blonde treasure trail. 

He catches you staring deeply at him and smirks. “Like what you see?”.

“You know I do,” you say as you cross your legs in the chair. 

“You know, we coulddd go back to bed,” he offers.

“Nice try Burrow. Packing comes first.”

“Damn,” he whispers. He finishes packing all of his things for the weekend, similar to you. Basic necessities, some nice shirts, pants, and jackets; also packing his wedding day outfit and a few of his favorite shades. 

“Always with the shades huh?” You tease. 

“If you can bring 20 different kinds of earrings, I can bring my shades,” he deadpans. 

“Alright alright, that’s fair,” you say as you get up and walk over to him to inspect his packing, making sure it’s not a complete mess. Satisfied with the way he packed his things, you move your face closer to his ear and whisper, “Now, if you’re done, is that ‘back to bed’ offer still on the table?”.

Joe immediately puts down his bag and reaches for your legs, picking you up bridal style, and rushes you to his bed. He softly drops you against the silk sheets before untying your robe and moving in between your legs. 

“I guess that’s a yes,” you giggle and you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing him closer to your lips for a sweet kiss. 

“We can’t be too rough though, I’m still a little sore from the shower and we have an early flight to New York tomorrow,”. 

He plants another soft kiss on your lips, “No worries babe, soft and gentle is one of my specialties,”. You watch as he kisses down to your core, closing your eyes in anticipation of what is to come. 

The next day

The ring of your alarm wakes you up early the next morning. You reach over and turn it off before turning to face Joe, who looks incredibly adorable and still asleep. His head was angled towards you, his messy bedhead hair was sprawled out against the pillow, his soft golden skin looked flawless, his lips curled up in a smile, and his bare chest was littered with a few purple marks from last night on display. He looked absolutely gorgeous at 6:00 am and you were jealous since you probably looked like a hot mess. 

You leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose, hoping to wake him up. Lucky for you, it worked.

“Morning sunshine,” you whispered.

He groans, barely opens his eyes, and mumbles “Morning Baby,”. 

You felt your core throb at the sound of his morning voice but immediately gave yourself a mental lashing since you were sore from last night and you guys have a flight at 8:00 to NYC. His morning voice and bare chest combo made you weak in the knees so early in the morning. 

After laying in bed for 10 minutes to give Joe a chance to fully wake up, you both hit the shower again. This time, actually showering with no funny business. Joe loads up the car to head to the airport but makes a quick pit stop at your favorite coffee shop to grab you both some breakfast. 

You guys were on the way to the airport as you were reading off the events and itinerary for the weekend. “Okay, tonight we have the rehearsal dinner and then the party at the club after,” you say as you feel Joe’s hand migrate to your thigh, a familiar spot for it. 

“Sounds like fun,” he says while giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“Then tomorrow we have the wedding and reception. And then the next day she said she planned a brunch for close friends so it’ll just be a small group of people,” you conclude.

He nods his head as he continues to caress your thigh. “So what do you think of Steven?” You ask Joe. Steven is Sophia’s fiancée and Joe has only met him a handful of times. 

“He’s a good guy,” he says. “We actually have a good bit in common and he’s a big football guy,” Joe says, turning the car into the airport entrance. 

“He likes the Eagles right?” You question.

“Yup,” he says.

“That tracks, you know Sophia’s a big Eagles fan,”.

“Oh I know, so are you,” Joe says giving you a look.

You look back at him, a little offended, and say, “Aye, slow down buddy. Were. Were an Eagles fan. My loyalty has changed, and I look better in orange anyway,”

“Oh I know,” he smirks, his mind flashing back to all the times he’s seen you in your adorable little gameday outfits. You and Joe had been dating since a bit before the season started and had been getting to know each other throughout the summer. When the first game of the season rolled around, Joe insisted that you come and watch him play. You were a little hesitant at first since you knew that a lot of people would be there, many of whom would notice a random girl in Joe Burrow’s suite, but ultimately said yes because you wanted to support your boyfriend in any way possible. 

Your first gameday outfit consisted of a black Bengals-themed baseball jersey which had ‘Burrow’ and ‘9’ on the back and ‘Bengals’ on the front. You left the buttons open and had a white crop top on underneath, with your favorite jean shorts. He loved your first gameday outfit, but the accessories made it even better. You had gotten an iced-out ‘9’ necklace and a vintage Bengals baseball cap you had on backward to pull the look together. You had him drooling the entire day and he couldn’t wait to get you alone, and when he did, you could hardly think or walk straight after. 

Flashback to Week 1

You were sitting inside the Burrow suite while the boys were warming up on the field before changing into uniforms. You were scanning the field to hopefully get a glimpse of your boyfriend but couldn’t find him. It's been about an hour since you drove over with his parents and hadn’t gotten a chance to see Joe yet, and you were feeling a little sad because you thought you’d have to wait till the end of the game. 

You heard the suite door open as you were trying to find your lipgloss in your bag and thought it was just his parents coming back from their tailgate. You felt a big pair of hands wrap around your waist and a warm mouth press a kiss on your cheek. 

You let out a shriek and immediately turned around, panicking because you thought it was some random creep, but it was in fact just your boyfriend.

“Woah Y/N. Calm down, it’s just me,” Joe soothes.  

You relax your muscles and let out a sigh, “Whew, I thought some rando creep found their way into the suite,”. 

“Nah, just me,” he laughs. 

You furrow your brows, slightly confused at what he is doing up here, “Wait, why aren’t you down there?” you say as you point to the field.

“I just had to make sure you were doing okay. I know this is all new for you and I want you to feel as safe and relaxed as possible,”. 

Your eyes soften at his response, “Awww that’s so sweet,” you say while wrapping your arms around his neck, a whiff of sweat making you grimace. “Ohhh that lovely football smell,”.

“Sorry about that,” he says while pulling you in for a kiss. 

He pulls away after a few seconds, observing your adorable gameday outfit that he was seeing for the first time. His eyes got stuck on the ‘9’ necklace. “And that is how people will know you’re my girl,” he says while touching the necklace. 

“Glad you like the fit,” you smile. 

“Oh, I love the fit. I could get used to this,” he winks. 

“Me too,” you say as your eyes travel around the room, taking in the feeling that this could very well be a constant thing in your life from now on. 

Joe looks at the time and his face drops, “I gotta go get ready now,”.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine Joe,” you say while rubbing the back of his neck. 

He lets out a sigh, “Okay, but if you need anything, and I mean anything, ask my parents or come sit down by the locker room if things get overwhelming,”. 

“Okayy,”. “Now go back down there before they accuse me of hogging their star QB,” you tease. 

“Really funny babe,” he says while pulling you in for a hug. He pulls away before giving your forehead a sweet kiss and walking towards the door to head back to the field. “Knock ‘em dead shiesty,” you yell as he gives you a smile before leaving the suite. 

Although you were anxious about being noticed by thousands of people, you were having the time of your life. As time passed, you became more and more engaged in the game, screaming and shouting whenever Joe would throw a dime or a big-time play would happen. You didn’t give a damn about what anyone thought anymore and were not afraid to show people that you were his girl. And Joe noticed. Each time he would look up at the suite, he would see you jumping up and down with his family and looking incredibly focused on him; this was the ultimate motivator for him because he knew his girl was watching. 

End of flashback 

Joe parked the car in the lot while you got all your stuff together before boarding his private jet to New York. 

“Ahh, I can never get tired of this,” you sigh as you slip off your Uggs and lay back onto the cushioned chair. Joe drops down onto the seat across from you and immediately pulls your legs into his lap, massaging your feet. 

“You’re so cute,” he mumbles while giving you a warm smile. 

You brush your hair out of your face before sending him a flying kiss, “You are even cuter,”. 

You both ended up taking a power nap during the short flight to New York and woke up about an hour before you landed. Since you had some time to kill, Joe pulled out his Nintendo Switch and convinced you to play a round of smash-bros with him. 

“Noooo,” you whined as you just lost for the 2nd time in a row. Joe let out another laugh as he watched you struggle to digest that you sucked at Smash-Bros. 

“You’re laughing now, but once it’s time for Mario Kart, it is game over Burrow,” you growl. 

“Maybe, but at least I put up a fight in Mario Kart. You basically gave up halfway,” he laughed as he placed the controller down and grabbed his phone, opening his notes app to add to the win-loss ratio list you had going. You and Joe both had somewhat competitive natures and loved to play silly little games whenever you could, so you suggested you keep a tally of how many times each of you won or lost a game of anything. At the end of the year, the loser has to do whatever the winner wants them to do for a whole day. 

“What’s the tally right now?” You asked.

“34-45. I’m winning,” he smirks. 

“Damn,” you whisper. “It’s okay. I still have all of this month to get myself back on top,”.

“You can be on top whenever you want, just say the word,” he teases while motioning to his dick. 

Your eyes widen at his words as you grab a pillow from behind you and chuck it at his face. “Are you always horny?”.

“Well, when I'm with my drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend, I can’t help it,” he shrugs. 

Drop dead gorgeous? You looked like a sack of potatoes right now, wearing one of his old LSU sweatshirts that was too big on you, black sweats, messy hair in a claw clip, and your glasses on. “Joe, I look like a mess right now,” you say as you pull the hood of his sweatshirt over your head. 

“Well if you’re a mess, you’re the mess I want,” his face immediately scrunching up. “I don’t think that came out the way I thought it would,”.

You smiled, got up from your chair, and moved over to his lap, pressing a soft kiss on his smooth cheek. “I know what you mean,”. 

A few hours later 

After your plane lands, you both head over to Joe’s New York penthouse you’ll be staying for the weekend. You both unpack all your things and start to get ready for the night. 

You’re finishing up your makeup as you watch Joe walk into the bathroom, seemingly looking for his hairbrush. You look at him up and down in the mirror and he looks incredible. He’s wearing his black jeans, a plain white short-sleeve tee which showed off his bulging muscles, and his navy blue jacket in hand. He walks over to the sink and runs his hands through his hair, like usual, to perfect it. 

“Can’t find your brush?” You question while fixing your hair. 

“Nah, but it’s fine. This should do it,” he says as he pushes a few stray strands back. He turns around and feels slightly flushed as he looks you up and down. You were wearing a short baby pink dress that hugged your body in all the right places, strappy white heels, and an ensemble of jewelry which was all gifted to you by Joe. 

“Baby..” he breathes out, struggling to move from where he was standing. You looked absolutely sexy and he felt like he’d just had the wind knocked out of him, much like how he’d feel when that happened out on the field. 

You do a little twirl to show off your outfit, “You think it looks good?”. 

“Good?” He says as he walks over to you. “Looks fucking amazing,” he mumbles as he pulls you in for a kiss, one hand cradling your head and the other migrating to your ass. He gives it a delicate squeeze, making you moan into the kiss. 

You pull away and press your forehead against his, “We gotta behave tonight Joe,” you giggle. 

“Yes ma’am,” he says before giving you another kiss. 

You both finish up and then head out to the wedding venue just outside of the city for the dinner. You and Joe walk into the venue, hand in hand, and you’re in awe of how beautifully everything is decorated. The warm fairy lights that were all around the room made everything glow and highlighted the most captivating elements. 

You looked ahead and caught a glimpse of Sophia and released yourself from Joe’s grasp, immediately running over to her. 

“There’s the bride!” You yell. 

Her face instantly lights up as she sees you. She runs to meet you halfway, tackling you in a tight hug. “I misseddd youuu! Cincy stole you away,” she squeals as she sways you back and forth. 

Joe walks over behind you both, smiling at the cute interaction. 

Sophia opens her eyes and sees Joe standing behind you and lets go of you. “And here is the reason why Cincinnati stole you away,” she teases. 

“Guilty,” Joe says while giving her a salute. 

“Hey Joe,” she says while giving him a friendly hug. 

“Hey Sophia,” he smiles, hugging her back. You have a huge grin on your face as you watch your two favorite people get along, it’s the best feeling in the entire world. 

“What are you smiling at?” Sophia questions as she pulls away to wrap her arm around your shoulder. 

“Just happy that my favorite people get along,” you sing song. 

“Remember, she was mine first Burrow,” Sophia giggles, causing Joe to scoff and gently pull you into him as Sophia’s fiancée walks in behind her. 

“Well, I’m incredibly lucky to have her now, and hopefully forever,” he says as he stares lovingly into your eyes. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst at his words, add to the fact that his strong grip on your waist was making you feel butterflies in all the right places. You felt yourself getting lost in his deep blue eyes as you both were just stuck staring at each other. 

Sophia smiles at the sweet words that came out of Joe’s mouth for you and notices the way he’s looking at you and holding you. It’s like you were the only person in the room, like you were a diamond. “Aye, snap out of it love-birds,” Sophia claps as her fiancée joins you all. 

“Whoops, Sorry about that,” you blush. “Hey Steven!,”. 

“Sup, Steven,” Joe says as he lets go of you to greet your friend's Fiancée. 

You all have a small reunion and spend a few minutes catching up and talking about wedding details before the other guests start to arrive. The rehearsal dinner was great as you got to catch up with your old friends from home and got the chance to finally introduce Joe formally to some of them. 

Currently, You and Joe were sitting together in your own little corner at the table as a few speeches were being delivered, his hand once again on your thigh, and your hands wrapped around his, softly caressing his golden skin. You leaned your head onto his shoulder as you melted into his touch. 

“You alright?” He whispers, noticing the change in your body language. 

“I’m amazing,” you whisper back. 

“Good, we still have a long night ahead of us,” he laughs before planting a few kisses on your forehead. 

About an hour later, the wedding party makes its way back into the city to a club in the Upper East Side. 

Loud music and bright strobe lights fill the room as you take another shot of tequila at the bar with your friends. Joe was across the room with Steven and the rest of the boys, also taking shots but less frequently than you and the girls. You’re slightly buzzed, maybe a little more than slightly actually. 

“Come on, let’s go dance,” Sophia yells as she pulls you into the dance floor. 

You and the girls start dancing in the crowd, having the most fun when you hear the song change, which immediately causes you and Sophia to scream. 

“This is our song!” She screams. The song had just changed to ‘Blow’ by Kesha, a song that you had very fond memories of in high school. 

“Oh yeah,” you yell as you throw your head back and hands in the air. 

Joe watches you carefully from across the room as you dance with your friends, looking incredibly stunning and sexy while doing so. The tent in his pants was a sure sign that he was going to struggle for a few minutes. His eyes never leave you as he sips his drink while still talking to the boys. 

You keep dancing around with your girls as you feel a pair of eyes watching you. You turn around to where Joe was and obviously, it was him. You give him a playful nod and stare right back at him, still dancing like nothing mattered. 

“Damn, Y'all can’t be away from each other even for a little,” Sophia laughs. 

“I think I’m torturing him by being out here, especially dressed like this,” you giggle. 

“Y’all are soo Down bad,” she yells but you barely notice what she said as you hear the song change again. This time, to one of your and Joe’s favorite songs, ‘Feel So Close’ by Calvin Harris. 

You immediately look back at him, motioning him to come over with just a simple look. He smiles at the song change and doesn’t hesitate to get off the barstool, places his drink on the counter, and walks over to the dance floor. You turn around and keep dancing as you suddenly feel a familiar warmth behind you. Joe presses himself into your back as you dance back into him, making his boner even worse than before. 

You both were caught up in the moment as the loud music and flashing lights created a special scene around you both. Although you were in a room filled with people, right now it just felt like you two out there, dancing the night away. Joe placed his hands on you and slid them down your waist as you threw your head back into his chest. 

You felt the tent in his pants on your ass, causing you to let out a giggle, “Got you worked up, didn’t I?”

“You look amazing,” he whispers into your ear before fully wrapping his arms around your waist, turning you so you could face him. You were a little breathless as you closed the space between you both, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss while your hands wrapped around his neck. 

“Let’s get outta here,” he says breathlessly as he pulls away. You nod your head as he lets go of you. You walk over to where Sophia is and let her know that you’re heading out and that you’ll see her tomorrow.

“Me and Joe are going to head out,” you pant. She gives you a smirk and says, “Mhm, called it,”. You’re confused by her words, “Called what?”.

“You both couldn’t even last 2 hours in the club before getting so worked up over each other that you’d have to leave before the party was over,” she giggled. 

You felt a little red as she said that. Damn, she was right. You don’t know what it was about Joe that made you act like this or what about you that made him act like this, but you certainly weren’t complaining. 

“If you want me to stay, I can,” you say as you brush a few stray pieces of hair out of your face. 

“No, it’s alright,” she smiles. “It’s getting pretty late anyways, you guys should go rest,” she says.

“Are you sure?”.

“Positive. He makes you happy Y/N, I can see it. Go have fun, but not too much fun,” she winks.

You pull her in for a hug and tell her that you’d absolutely help her get ready for the big day tomorrow morning. 

You make your way back over to Joe, who has moved closer to the exit. He grabbed your hand and placed it in his, “I called Uber, you ready?”. 

“Yup,” you say while giving him a kiss. 

Both of you were wrapped up together in the backseat of the Uber. Your head once again on his shoulder, and his resting on top of your head. His arm was wrapped around you, and his hand was absentmindedly softly rubbing your arm. Your right leg was wedged in between his as his free hand was rubbing up and down your lower leg. Everything about this was comforting for you both. It felt so peaceful and natural.

Once you’ve arrived at the apartment, Joe helped you out of the Uber since you were a bit too drunk and were wobbling around; he was terrified that you’d fall in the heels you were wearing. 

He slowly helped you into the elevator and you moved to stand behind him. He pressed the number of the floor you were supposed to be on and immediately turned back around to face you as the door closed.

He looks into your eyes for a few heartbeats before leaning in and capturing your lips in a delicate kiss which you both grin into. Once again, your hands find their home wrapped around his neck, and you stay like this until the door opens again. 

A few minutes later, you both are back inside the apartment and are in the process of getting unready. You feel a gush of wetness pool your core as you catch a glimpse of Joe’s bare chest as he just got out of the shower. He looked so desirable and his bare chest always got you worked up.  

You walk over to him, take his hand, and lead him back to the bed. “What are you doing?” He questions.

“What I’ve been wanting to do all night,” you say as you push him back onto the bed, straddling his waist. You capture his lips in a fiery kiss as his hands grip your waist again. You slowly grind on his shorts, making him way more horny than he was before. You push your hand down to his dick and start palming him through his shorts when he suddenly flips you both over so that he’s on top, leaving you a little dizzy. 

“Hm?” You question his sudden change of mind.

“You can do that another time, I wanna make you feel good tonight,” he says. 

You don’t have a chance to argue with him since he starts to peel off your tank top; his lips finding the sweet spot on your neck, making you flutter your eyes as you let out a whimper. 

He moves down and presses a few wet kisses on your belly before getting right to business, sliding off your shorts and underwear. 

“Oh,” you moan as you feel him blow on your core which was already wet from earlier. 

He lets out a laugh before he moves closer to your core, attacking your folds with sloppy kisses. Your hands find themselves in his hair again as you pull on the strands. “Joe,” you whimper. 

“You’re okay,” he whispers as he goes back to lapping at your slick core. He takes one of his fingers and pushes them inside your heat which makes you let out another moan. The combination of his mouth and fingers, along with the alcohol in your system was making you feel like you were levitating. “Fuck,” you whined. 

He continued to pump his finger into your core as his mouth attached itself to your clit, rhythmically sucking on it. He inserts another finger, stretching you out even more which causes you to arch your back. His free hand pushes your belly back down to the bed as he continues to attack your core. 

“Baby,” you moaned while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You felt a familiar warmth in your lower belly, signaling that you were very close. 

“I’m close,” you whispered, pushing your head further back into the pillow. You continue to pull on his hair which causes him to groan against your core, sending vibrations throughout your body. 

His fingers pick up the pace as his mouth is replaced by his thumb. He rubs circles around your clit while continuing to pump into you, which intensifies the entire experience. A few seconds later, you’re cumming hard and fast. “Joe,” you loudly moaned. He removed his fingers from your core and his mouth begins lapping up your juices.

He helps you come down from your high by pressing delicate kisses around your core and inner thighs. After a few minutes, he walks into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean you up. Also, bringing you Advil and water to get ahead of the morning hangover. You’re too drained to move so he cleans you up and wraps a blanket around you while he makes sure everything is locked up. He joins you back in bed and pulls you closer to him, “You comfy?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you say sleepily. He presses one final kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. 

You stay awake for a few moments, thinking about how lucky you were to have someone who cared so much about you and always made sure that you were comfortable. He was perfect for you, and you couldn’t get enough of him. Sure, you two were absolutely insatiable for each other, but you also had a healthy balance between lust and love that kept your relationship steady, strong, and tender. 

The next day

The next morning rolls by fairly quickly. You get up early to go over to Sophia’s hotel to help her get ready for the ceremony and leave Joe to get a few more hours of sleep, assuring him that you’ll be back in time to get ready with him. 

“Babe, have you seen my watch?” Joe asks as he walks into the bathroom, his mouth agape as he sees your completed wedding look. His eyes travel down your body, the slit in the dress showing off your bare leg; the black material of the dress hugged your body in all the right spots, especially your ass. He felt particularly weak when he saw the v-cut neckline which highlighted your perfectly round breasts. 

“I think it was on the entry table,” you say turning to face him as you get your last earring on. Your eyes widen at his completed wedding look; black pants and a silk maroon shirt with his signature shades. 

“You look stunning,” he says while keeping absolutely still. His heart was racing at how gorgeous you looked. Even though he got to see your beauty every day, he would still lose his mind every time. 

“Right back at ya,” you wink causing him to let out a chuckle. 

After putting the finishing touches on your look, you both head over to the venue for the ceremony. 

It was a wonderful ceremony. You and Joe were seated towards the front so you had an amazing view of the whole thing. You both were sitting close to each other, his hand in yours. You were struggling to hold back your tears the entire time since you were watching your best friend since elementary school get married, and when Joe looked over and saw, he melted. You were also tearing up at the thought of imagining yourself getting married. You would have all of this one day and you wondered if it would be with the man sitting next to you, you were praying that it would be with the man next to you.

He raised your hands to his lips, pressing a few soft kisses to them to make sure you were okay. 

“I love you,” you mouthed to him. 

“I love you more,” he mouthed back, not knowing why you were feeling extra emotional all of a sudden.

A few hours later the wedding reception had begun, and you both had found yourself in your own little corner once again. You were absentmindedly rubbing Joe’s thigh while you both were focused on all the wedding speeches, and it was getting him worked up. Once it was time for your speech, Joe had lost it. He watched as you swayed your perfect hips, hips that he loved to grab onto, over to the stage. Your soft skin was glistening in the spotlight and your perfect breasts were mocking him. 

“Now’s not the time,” Joe thought to himself as he felt himself getting hard. 

You wrapped up your special speech for your bestie with a toast to the newlyweds and made your way back to your boyfriend, who looked like he was struggling to sit comfortably. 

“Are you okay?” you giggle. All you get in response is a blank stare.

“What?” you question. 

He lets out a sigh and fixes his posture, “You in this damn dress, is driving me fucking insane,” he blurts out. 

You stare at him for a few moments, thinking about how funny it was that he was going gaga over you right now, just like how you were drooling at his sexy self. “Well, you in this whole look is making me insanely horny,” you whisper into his ear. 

He clears his throat as a way to compose himself. He thinks about if anyone would notice if you both stepped away for a few minutes. “There’s a bathroom around the corner,” he whispers. 

Your eyes widen at his offer. You both rarely had sex in public places like this, usually finding pleasure in your home, car, or anywhere private. But right now, you honestly could care less.

As the wedding reception raged on outside, You and Joe sneaked away to the bathroom for a moment alone. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the candles casting a warm and intimate atmosphere.

Your eyes locked, filled with desire and longing. Without saying a word, Joe closed the distance between your lips, capturing them in a hungry kiss. Your bodies pressed together, his hands roaming freely over your plush skin.

You moaned softly as Joe lifted you up onto the countertop, his hands sliding up your dress to caress the smooth skin of your thighs. You push your hands into his curls as his lips travel down your neck, causing you to let out a moan. “Yeah,” you whimper. 

Your clothes were quickly discarded, leaving you both naked and exposed to each other. You push your lips against him again as you reach down and slide your hand up and down his dick. You guide it to your core and leave the rest to him. You moaned in ecstasy as he buried himself deep inside you. 

Your head falls back against the mirror as your legs hook around his waist. “Shit,” you moan as Joe moves his face into the crook of your neck, pressing wet kisses along your collarbone. His steady pace was doing wonders but you needed him to go deeper and faster. 

“Joe,” you whimpered, causing him to move his face back into your view. “Fuck me harder,”. 

“Are you sure?”.

“Yeah,” you moaned. 

He smiles and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss as he quickens his pace, rapidly thrusting into your slick core. The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the bathroom as you were drowning in pleasure. “Harder,” you whimpered. The sounds coming out of your mouth were driving Joe insane as he thrusted deeper and deeper into your pussy, completely forgetting you were in a public bathroom. 

“Y/N,” he groaned as he gripped your waist tighter, surely leaving a few bruises. 

“Fuck Joe,” you moaned, this time a little louder. Each thrust sends you further back into the mirror and your lower half becomes slicker and slicker by the second. “You feel so good,” you whisper. 

Joe smiles as he plunges into you harder and harder each time. You felt a familiar sensation build in your belly as he pounded into your heat, “I’m so close,” you whispered. 

“Fuck, me too,” he moans as he reaches down and starts to rub circles around your wet clit. You whimper at the sudden contact, eventually setting off your release. Your walls clench around his cock as you let out a series of pornographic moans into his ear. 

He continues to pound into you, harder than before, trying to reach his own pleasure. You whimper at his movements and your hands start to scratch up and down his bare back. 

“Y/N..” he moaned. 

“Mm,” you whined. A few seconds later, you felt his release coat your walls. You both were trying to catch your breaths and regain your senses for a few moments before Joe slid out of you. He cleans you up first and helps you put your clothes back on. Then, you clean him up and help him fix his outfit just like he did for you. You look into the mirror while fixing your hair and smile at how well fucked-out you look, and look back over to your boyfriend, also looking well fucked. 

Before leaving the bathroom, he pulls you in for a hug, whispering a few sweet nothings into your ear and telling you how amazing you were. 

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, causing you to smile against his chest and hug him tighter. 

You walk back into the reception with a slight limp, pretending as nothing happened, and tell Joe you are going over to Sophia for a bit. Joe nodded and said he’d be grabbing you both something to eat. 

You walk over to her table and slide into the chair next to her, flashing her a giddy smile. 

“How does it feel to be a Wifey,” you questioned. 

She laughs, “Very Fun,” while looking over at you. She looks carefully at you, noticing your smudged lipgloss and slightly messy hair. Your radiant smile and limp told her everything she needed to know.

“Looks like you had a little bit of your own fun,” she winks. “I saw that limp,”. Your face immediately turns red at the fact that she figured it out. How could she not? This girl has known you longer than anyone, of course she could tell when something was up, good or bad. 

You heave a sigh, “I don’t know what about him makes me so-,” you pause as you can’t find the right word to finish the sentence. 

“Down Bad?” Your friend says. 

You stay silent for a few seconds, “Yeah. Down Bad.” You smile as you look over at your boyfriend who was currently balancing two plates of food in his hand for you both.

“I see the way he looks at you, you know. It’s like you’re the only person in the room for him,” she says. “He looks at you like you are the most valuable diamond,”. 

You blush while you think about the countless times you’d find Joe deeply staring at you whenever you were talking. “Yeah, he does do that doesn’t he,”. 

“And I also see the way you look at him,” she adds.

“What do you mean, how do I look at him?”.

“Well other than looking like you want to pounce on him every 5 minutes,” she giggles. “You look at him like he’s the one,”.

You are surprised by what she says. The one? You’d only been officially dating for 4 months, was he really the one? He made you feel things that you haven’t felt in forever and even things you’d never felt before. He made you feel seen and he made you feel loved. You were so lucky to have found something special with him, but was he going to be the one? Did he even want you to be the one?

“Sophia, we’ve been dating for 4 months,” you nervously laugh. 

“And?” She questions. “I know it’s early, but I’ve seen you look happier with Joe in the past few months than I saw you with your ex who you were with for 3 years. He really really really loves you and I can tell that you feel the same way”. 

“He’s the one, Y/N. Trust me, I can feel it,” she adds as you look back over at Joe, who flashes you a warm smile, setting off butterflies in your stomach. 

“Yeah,” you say softly. Maybe he was the one. God, you wanted him to be the one. 

You hear her let out a loud laugh, “See what I mean! Even across the room, look at you two!”. 

You turn over and playfully push her arm. “Y’all are sooo down bad for each other,” she teases. You break out into a fit of laughter as you spend a few more moments talking to her about the wedding and the brunch tomorrow before getting up and joining your boyfriend once again. 

“What was that about?” He questions. 

“Ohhh nothing,” you say. The playful tone in your voice makes Joe slightly suspicious but he decides not to question it. Festive music fills the room as you both sit and eat your delicious meals while watching all the couples fill the dance floor.

Joe hears the song change from upbeat to slow; “Can’t Help Falling In Love,” playing softly in the background. This song was another song that was special for you both. 

He meets your eyes before standing up. You were confused at why he was getting up since you were both comfy the way you were sitting now, and you both certainly were not about to dance. Joe never danced in public as the only time he would slow-dance with you was in private. You didn’t mind though, it felt more natural and intimate that way. The song currently playing was one of your favorites to dance to.

He extends his hand out and says, “Y/N, would you like to dance with me?”. 

You feel like he’s messing with you so you don’t say anything for a few seconds, but he remains in the same position so he means business. 

“I would love to dance with you,” you say as he grabs his hand and leads you to the dance floor.  

His hands wrap around your waist as yours hang from his neck, and your warm bodies find themselves pressed together once again. 

“You look gorgeous,” he says quietly while swaying you to the beat of the song. 

You blush, “You’ve told me that like 50 times today,”. 

“And I’ll do it 50 more,” he says while raising his brows. 

“Only you could be so romantic not even an hour after rearranging my guts,” you whisper as he pulls you closer, if that was even humanly possible. 

“You just have this effect on me Y/N,” he says. “Got me feeling down bad every minute of every day,”.

Your heart skips a beat at his words. “Have you been talking to Sophia?” you question. 

“I mean, Yeah, it is her wedding,” he says while shrugging his shoulders. 

“No, I mean about us?” you ask.

“A little, but not anything in particular. Is something wrong?” he says, his face turning solemn. 

“No, No. Nothings wrong. It’s just she’s been going on the entire weekend about how down bad we are for each other,” you giggle, his grip on your waist becoming tighter. 

“To be fair, she isn’t wrong. You make me do things and feel things that I never knew I could be capable of,” he says, once again staring deeply into your soft eyes. Your heart beating so incredibly fast as it felt like it was just you two dancing on the floor. 

“Joe,” you whisper, your face moving closer to his.

“I’m so lucky to have you Y/N. You have no idea,” he says before pulling you in for a sweet kiss. 

Your lips fit perfectly against his as you stay like that for a few seconds before breaking away, “I can’t help falling in love with you,” you say, reciting the lyrics of the song playing while you two are dancing.

“I love you, so fucking much. If this is what they call down bad, then fuck yes I’m down bad for the love of my life,” he says. 

A huge grin appears on your face, “Love of your life?” you question.

“Mhm,” he says as he pushes your head into his chest. “Take this as a preview of what our first dance will be like at our wedding,” he says. “Same song and everything,”.

You feel tears pool in your eyes as you look back up at him, “Really? You wanna marry me?”. 

He smiles and says, “Down the road, absolutely. You are exactly what I’ve been waiting for in my life. If you think I’m gonna let that go, maybe I need to do a better job of showing it”. 

Your heart felt like it was about to explode. He wanted to be the one just as much as you did. 

“If you were to do more to show your love than you already did, I think I would drop dead,” you tease. 

“Hey, that is not funny,” he deadpans. 

“Oops, Sorry Mr. Serious,” you say as you kiss his cheek. 

“Well, for future reference, I like princess cut,” you smile, causing him to break his serious expression and let out a hearty laugh. Your head finding its way back to his chest as you continued dancing. 

The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them entwined in a dance that seemed to last for eternity. The room was alive with laughter and chatter, but to them, it was as if they were the only ones in the world.

As the song came to an end, they held each other closer, never wanting to let go. The warmth of their love enveloped them, filling their hearts with a sense of pure bliss and contentment.

And in that magical moment, as they whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears, they knew that their love would always be the music that guided them through life's dance, forever intertwined and inseparable.

–The End–

[hiiikiko]

𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖇

[5: you’re such an asshole]

tlou m.list | series m.list

spider-man!ellie x reader

synopsis: ever since that night on the bench, you haven’t seen Spidey and it seems that Ellie has been avoiding you.. what is wrong with your love life??

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ELLIE’S POV:

“Fuck, I know! You don’t gotta keep saying that,” Ellie groaned as she threw herself onto her bed, covering her face with her hands and hoping that they would also cover her fragile ego.

“I’m just sayin’, man,” Jesse laughed as he chucked a piece of popcorn into his mouth, “It ain’t right.”

Dina chimed in, “Mhm, agreed… besides, it’s really fuckin’ weird.”

Ellie groaned and sat up. She had known Jesse and Dina since middle school, long before she got her powers, they were nice. Jesse was a transfer student from Wyoming, Dina a transfer student from New Mexico, and Ellie wasn’t exactly a transfer student but she did transfer from Austin to New York. So, the three of them soon became good friends.. all three were outsiders so it was natural for them to flock together, like birds of a feather. Soon after Ellie was bit, Jesse and Dina found her out because she broke down in front of them, crying about how stressful it is, how she’s a freak, and that she’s petrified about turning into an actual spider (thanks freshman lit).

“It’s not weird!” Ellie whined.

“You’re practically stalking the poor girl,” Dina scoffs, sitting up from the beanbag, “She has a right to know!”

Jesse nods, “Yeah, dude, and don’t you think it’s unfair? She’s confiding all her secrets in Spidey-you, not Ellie-you..”

Ellie sits up “I know.. I know I should come clean but.. she’s already a pretty big fan of Spider-Man.. hell, she has memorabilia all over her fuckin’ apartment.. what if,” she takes a deep sigh, “What if she’s, you know… disappointed? What then..”

Dina gives Ellie’s hand a reassuring squeeze, “If she’s as wonderful as you say she is.. she won’t care that her hero is a completely socially awkward nerd.”

“Hey!” Ellie scoffs and playfully pushes Dina, “But, yeah.. maybe you’re right..”

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“Argh! Gwen, there’s no fucking way I’m getting this,” you whine, burying your head into your scarf.

“Shh,” your best friend, Gwen Stacy, laughs, trying to remind you that the two of you were in a library, “Where is your tutor?”

“She’s ignoring me,” you pout, resting your head on the table and looking up at Gwen who had been attempting to help you for the last hour and a half.

Gwen rolls her eyes, “Now, why would she be ignoring you?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, ugh, she’s so confusing..”

It had been almost an entire month since you’ve heard from Ellie, she apparently requested to not work on any photoshoot with you, hadn’t been picking up your phone calls.. what made matters worse is that now Spidey was ignoring you.. well, actually.. you couldn’t be sure that he was given that he never gave you his number or socials and it’s not like the communication between you is consistent..

Gwen shakes her head, “I don’t get why you’re so upset about this.. girl, Y/n/n.. it’s not like she’s of notoriety or anything, she’s sure as hell no Abby Anderson.”

Uh, ouch?

You scoff, “You’re so shallow, you wouldn’t be saying the same thing about Peter if he hadn’t wasn’t working for Stark Enterprises, would you?”

Gwen rolls her eyes, “I wouldn’t know Peter if he wasn’t working for Stark Enterprises.”

You give a half hearted laugh as you begin to pack your things up, “Anyway, I’ll see you later Gwen.. a fellow model invited me to that play on Broadway.”

“Ooh with Mary Jane?”

You nod and wave goodbye.

The cold winter air nipped at your skin, causing the blood to rush to your cheeks and give you a nice pink dusting. You tightened your scarf around you as you flagged down a taxi.

“Y/n,” you heard a familiar french accented voice call from the street, the voice belonged to Giá, a tall, brown skinned, and brunette model. She was almost like an older sister to you, she had taken you under her wing when you first got into modelling which was surprising, given that she used to date your older brother who ended up dumping her for some gold digging camgirl.

“Hey, Giá,” you smile as you hop out the taxi, “We’re you waiting long?”

“No, I just arrived! Had to stop by the florist,” she holds up a bouquet of white lilies.

You quirk your brow, “ Mm and who might those be for?”

Giá giggles, a melodic sound, “You will see..” she plucks a lily from the bouquet and hands it to you, “this one is for you, mon cheri.”

You giggle and take the lily and hold it close, “Then shall we?”

“We shall.”

The theatre was warm and bustling with activity, attendees trying to find their seats, staff checking tickets, ladies coming in and out of the ‘powder room,’ and stagehands running around.

“This way,” a tall member of the staff says and leads you two to the front of the theatre.

“Fancy,” you mumble as you take a seat next to Giá, even your family never got this type of treatment.

Giá excitedly looks up at the stage as the curtains begin to open, a beautiful redhead comes down the staircase, singing a hauntingly tragic love song.

You could feel someone’s gaze boring into you.. taking a swift glance around, you meet the eyes of a certain auburnette, her camera laced around her neck and her eyes narrowed into yours before quickly looking away and aiming her camera at the redhead on stage.

As the play came to an end Giá quickly ran up to the stage and handed her bouquet to the redhead, earning a kiss from her. You smiled fondly at the encounter.

“Thought that was your girlfriend,” a hoarse voice mutters from behind you, so close you could feel their breath on your neck which caused you to jump and turn around.

“Abby, my god,” you gasp, putting your hand to your chest, “What are you doing here? I thought you hated plays..”

Abby laughs and crosses her arms, her eyes roaming over your figure, “Well, uh, my dad wanted to see it.. you know how he is.”

You laugh, you know exactly how Mr. Anderson was.

“So.. looks like your friend is bus?” She nods over at Giá who has her arms wrapped around the redhead.

You groan, “She was my ride home too..”

Abby smiles, “Well, I parked my car nearby..”

You consider it for a bit, “Well—.”

And before you could answer, Ellie intrudes, “I can take her home.”

She pulls you away.

“What the fuck, Ellie,” you scoff and rip yourself from her grasp.

Ellie stares daggers into you, “What? I’m just trying to fucking help, I-I didn’t think it’d be a good idea for you to go with her, given that she’s your ex and all.”

“Well, that was my decision to make, wasn’t it?” you rasp out, “I don’t need you, Abby, or even fuckin’ spider-man to come to my rescue, got that?”

Ellie looks like you just killed her favourite horse, “I-I was just trying to help..”

You storm away, not getting far when you hear “I can still give you a ride home!”

You were unfortunately in no position to pass that offer up.. so that’s how you ended up in the passenger seat of Ellie’s truck, the heater on blast and indie rock coming softly from the stereo.

The ride was silent and full of tension so thick that you could only cut it with a chainsaw.

“Here we are,” Ellie drums her fingers against the steering wheel.

Suddenly, you can’t take it anymore.. the fucking ghosting, her acting like nothing ever happened between the two of you, “You’re such a fucking asshole.”

Ellie stops drumming, “W-What?”

“You heard me, you’re a fucking asshole. You kiss me then act like nothing happened, then come back in and save the god damn day, and—,” you cut yourself off by letting out a soft sob.

“Y-y/n, I-I can explain!” she pleads.

“I don’t want to hear it, Ellie,” you shakily mutter as you unbuckle yourself and get out of the truck, Ellie does the same and pleads with you to hear her out all the way up to your apartment.

“Please,” she whispers one last time as you slam the door in front of her face.

You stand at the door for a few minutes longer, hall expecting her to bang on the door again.. when five minutes goes by, you slip out of your clothes and into your comfiest pj set, washing your face and turning on the heater as you finally settle in on your couch..

Knock, knock, knock!

“Ellie, I already said to fuck of—.”

“Who’s Ellie?”

Mother fucker.

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[a/n: sorry LMAO this is another filler chapter.. next chapter will feature more Ellie and maybe more of Spidey. Y/n will be attending a formal event and maybe, just maybe, Spidey will make an appearance….?]

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[tsaomengde]

The Interview

Content warning for explicit descriptions and discussions of sexual assault. I am not fucking around. Do not read this if you're not in a place to handle that.

Unsurprisingly, my boss, Harold, does not know who Richard Colby is.  He summarizes the situation in his typical brusque fashion.  “Some genre writer’s getting me-tooed and his PR team wants a puff piece to remind everyone what a funny, awkward, approachable guy he actually is.  Do you want it?”

I shrug, knowing that if I come across as too eager he might give it to someone else.  Harold doesn’t like go-getters.  He likes solid, reliable people who show up on time, write the things they’re told to, and don’t bother him with too many ideas of their own.

“Sure.”

“You’ll take an Uber to his house.  It’s in upstate New York.  He wants to do the interview there.  Says it’ll make him feel more comfortable.”

“Got it.”

The day of, I go full femme mode.  Shave my legs for the first time in years, makeup, product in my hair, a bra instead of a binder, a suit with a pencil skirt, pumps, and stockings.  Looking at myself in the mirror makes me feel dysphoric, but I shove it off.  Bigger fish.

It’s an hour’s ride in the Uber to Colby’s house.  I know the magazine will cover it, so I decide fuck it and take an Uber Black.  Pulling up to a mansion in a luxury car while dressed for the world’s sluttiest business meeting certainly is something else.

There’s no help, no hovering PR people or gofers.  Colby answers the door himself.  He looks rumpled, a small older man wearing an oversized Aran knit sweater and greying curly hair.  “You must be Chris,” he says.  His voice is mellow.

“You must be correct,” I tell him.  “May I come in?”

He ushers me into a positively cavernous room that’s all white carpet, white leather couches, and giant windows looking out onto his landscaped garden.  “Can I get you anything?” he asks.  “Cup of tea?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” I tell him.  I pull out my phone, set it on the table, pull up my voice recording app, and make a show of pressing the red button.  I also pull out my notepad and pen, sitting down on one of the couches and crossing my legs, barely remembering to hook one knee over the other instead of my usual ankle situation.  I don’t wear skirts basically ever.  “Ready to start?”

He hems and haws a little but eventually settles on the couch, a respectful enough distance away.  There is a whole other couch on the other side of a big coffee table, though, so it was definitely a choice to plant himself on the same one as me.  “So,” he says.  “I suppose you’d like to discuss the current palaver in my personal life.”

I frown.  “Palaver?”

He smiles thinly.  “A whole lot of fuss over nothing, more or less.”

“Ah.  So you’re denying the allegations brought against you?”

“Categorically.  Are you certain you don’t need anything to drink?”

“Why, so you can drug it?”

Now he blinks, looking shocked.  “I beg your pardon?”

“Right,” I tell him.  “Sorry.  That’s not your style.  You prefer to take advantage of emotionally vulnerable and financially insecure people.  Less money spent on drugs that way.”

His face clouds.  “Miss –”

“No,” I tell him.  “Not a woman.”

That definitely throws him.  “I – but –”

“Oh, I know I look like one right now.  But femininity is just a performance, after all.  I can pick it up and put it down whenever I want.”  I pitch my voice high and bubbly.  “All it takes is a little practice.”

Now he’s beginning to look angry.  “I think you ought to be going, now.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”  I pull the last of my interview tools out of my suit jacket.  He stops looking angry very abruptly and begins looking scared.  This is a natural reaction to being confronted with a Walther PPK.

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen,” I continue.  “If you get up from this couch, or try to move toward me in any way, I’m going to shoot you.  Naturally police will get called, there’ll be a huge – what was that wonderful word you used – ah, yes, palaver.  There’ll be a huge palaver and it’ll ultimately be your word against mine.  After all, there are no witnesses.  You let all of your staff go when things first started going sideways and it looked like money might start to actually get tight.”  I gesture minutely with the gun.  “Didn’t you, Richard?”

He doesn’t say or do anything.

“Not that it really matters if there were people around.  Everyone you ever employed had to sign an NDA as part of their job.  An NDA that threatened them with some frankly draconian consequences both legal and financial if they ever talked about you or your activities to the press.”

Silence.

“I expect you looked me up when you heard I was going to be your interviewer,” I say.  “Here’s what I think happened.  You started thinking about this interview, about having this little femme-ish person in your home – I mean, nonbinary people are just ‘women lite,’ right? – and filling my head with nice-sounding bullshit.  Maybe you thought about how you would get a little closer to me as we talked, bit by bit, until you were able to touch me.  Maybe a hand on my shoulder, or knee, or thigh?  Just a little touch at first, but then you’d get more insistent.”

His face contorts in a rictus expression, but he still says nothing.

“Where did it go next?” I ask.  “This fantasy version of me.  Was I down?  Or did I resist?  Is it hotter when they say no, Richard?”

I see his Adam’s apple bob a little as he swallows.  He still doesn’t say anything.

“Answer the question like a good boy,” I tell him.  “Or I’ll shoot you anyway and things will go like I said.”

His eyes flick toward the phone.

“Oh, yes, it is recording,” I tell him.  “But you know how it is, Richard.  Things get deleted by mistake, or lost.  Or, oops, silly little me, I forgot to press the button!  This is why we kept women out of journalism for so long.”

“I don’t know how to answer your question,” he finally says.

“Why not?”

“Because I didn’t do anything you just suggested.  If my employees signed NDAs, it was my lawyers who made them do it.  I certainly didn’t engage in lurid fantasizing about you before you arrived.  And I let my staff go when this whole thing first started because I didn’t want them getting swept up in it, not because of financial concerns.”

“You didn’t want them talking to the press, you mean,” I tell him.  “NDAs or no, you were paranoid about that.  But I was able to interview one of them.”

He blinks.  “Who?”

“Now now, Richard, they spoke to me under guarantee of anonymity.  I’m an ethical journalist.  I don’t reveal my sources.”

“The gun you’re using to threaten me would cast doubt on the credibility of your ethics, I must say.”

I raise my eyebrows in mock surprise.  “A little bit of sass from the serial rapist.  You love to see it.”

“I am not –”

“What is it about anal rape specifically that you like, Richard?  The fact that it’s easier to make someone bleed from their ass, or the fact that the angle’s better when you’ve got them pinned on their stomach so you don’t have to see their face?”  When he just sits there gaping at me, I continue, “Is it both?  Neither?  Oh, I forgot about the allegations that after you anally raped some of your victims you made them clean off your cock with their mouths.  Do you just like making people eat their own shit, Richard?  I’m sorry, I mean, ‘my Lord.’  That is what you insisted people call you, whether they wanted to or not.”

He still sits there and says nothing.  He just stares at me.  He doesn’t even look angry.

“The thing I keep seeing,” I tell him, “more than anything else, is the grief.  Millions of people loved your work, Richard.  We grew up with it.  We drew comfort from it.  We loved the way you insisted on depicting the stories of the marginalized.  The unseen.  People of color, women, queer folks, trans folks, immigrants, convicts.  Victims of systemic discrimination, of assault.  We saw ourselves in those stories, some of us for the first time.  And you’re so outspoken, Richard.  You’re so quick to call yourself a feminist.  To tweet about hashtag believe women.  To go to bat when famous dickheads go on a twitter rant about men wearing a dress so they can go into women’s restrooms and do vague sex crimes.  You talked the talk so well, Richard, and for so long.  It really was easy to believe that you were walking the walk.”

His mouth is pressed into a thin line.  There are tears in his eyes.

“So, on the record, Richard.  Are you sorry for what you’ve done?”

A tear runs down his cheek.  “Yes.”  His voice is hoarse.

“Do you regret it?  If you could, would you go back and change it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s a good boy,” I tell him.  “And listen, I believe you.  I believe that right now, in this moment, you feel like an absolute piece of shit and wish you’d never been born.  Humans are extremely reference-dependent, Richard.  When we’re in a hot state, when we’re angry or horny or high or some combination of all of them, we have a very hard time thinking about anything more than what we want to do right there in that moment.  Regret happens when you look back with clear eyes and really objectively evaluate what you did.”

He nods, still weeping silently.

“So,” I continue.  “We’ve established that you regret it, Richard.  You regret all the terrible shit you did.  You are, in fact, capable of feeling regret, is my point.”  I raise my free hand palm up, fingers curled, in an inquiring gesture.  “So my next question would be, why’d you keep doing it?”

Back to silence.  He has nothing to say.

“We have sworn testimony from five or six women now, Richard.  Over a period of years.  Decades, even.  One or two data points could be coincidence, mistakes, misunderstanding.  But there’s a pattern here.  And more people are coming forward.  My point is, only you – maybe not even you, it’s been so long – know how many people you’ve sexually assaulted.  So why, at no point, did you just… stop doing it?  Why didn’t you say, I regret this and would like to change it if I could, so I’m not going to do it any more?”

The quiet from him is deafening.  The gun is heavy in my hand, but I don’t let my aim waver.

“I’ve read a lot of think pieces about this,” I say.  “A lot of very educated people holding forth on generational cycles of abuse and trauma begetting more abuse and trauma.  People are talking about how your parents were part of a very wealthy, very powerful cult.  About some of the stuff you were obviously subjected to as a kid.  That kind of stuff fucks you up, I agree.  You don’t live through trauma like that without the brain doing weird things to try to cope.”

I lean forward toward him, lowering my voice a little.  His eyes stay fixed on the gun.

“But between you and me, Richard?  I don’t care.  Your brain isn’t you.  Your traumas and triggers aren’t you.  You’re you.  At the end of the day, you’re the one who controls your actions.  You might be predisposed to them, you might even find it overwhelmingly hard not to do them, but the bottom line is that the buck stops with you and no power or force in the universe can change that.  You took advantage of people.  You violated and hurt people.  And you just kept doing it!  And the whole time you kept getting up on your little soapbox and telling everyone how good of an ally you were!”  I can hear my voice rising and getting shrill and at this point I’m beyond caring.  “Fuck, I’m surprised no one twigged to your bullshit much earlier!  It’s so obvious in retrospect!"

It is at this point, of course, that he decides to go for the gun.  It’s only natural, after all.  I’m getting closer to him, I’m agitated, I’m caught up in the moment and ranting.  There will never be a better time, and he knows it.  One hand seizes my wrist and twists, the other comes around in a solid blow to my jaw.  I see stars and feel the weapon fall from my fingers.

When I can see and think again, only a couple seconds later, he is standing, pointing the gun at me, screaming, calling me a crazy bitch, et cetera.  I massage my jaw.  “Richard, that wasn’t very nice.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” he says.  “That wasn’t very nice of me?  To disarm the psychotic cunt that came into my house with a gun to threaten me?  I am so very sorry I hurt you!  Is that what you wanted to hear?  That I’m sorry your little parasocial fantasy relationship with me had its bubble burst when it turned out I’m just another disappointing fuckup?”

“It doesn’t hurt to hear that, no,” I say.  “But no, honestly, what I wanted was to make you feel the way some of your victims did.  To be paralyzed with fear and impotent rage as someone made you feel like a worthless bag of shit.  Didn’t enjoy it, huh?”

“I don’t know how many times I need to explain to people that I’m sorry things went the way they did!” he shouts.  “I’m not a comic book villain, I don’t have some evil master plan that I already executed thirty minutes before you got here.  I’m just a man who has made bad decisions and wants to put them behind him!  I didn’t kill anyone, for Christ’s sake!”

“It’s true,” I say.  “You haven’t killed anyone.  Yet.”

I make as though I’m going to spring at him.  He screams and pulls the trigger.

Nothing happens, of course.  There aren’t any bullets in the gun’s clip or chamber.

He stares at the weapon in shock for a long few seconds while I just sit there and go back to rubbing my aching jaw.  That’s going to bruise for sure.

“No, it didn’t jam, it’s just not loaded,” I say, finally.  “And look on the bright side, Richard.  You only pulled the trigger once.  You didn’t keep trying after the first time.  That’s the difference between manslaughter and murder, right there.”

He drops the gun onto the floor.  I lean over and pick it up, putting it back in my jacket.  I also collect my phone, which is still recording.  I press the red button again and turn that off.

“Naturally, none of this is going to be admissible in court,” I tell him, putting away my notepad and pen and starting to straighten out my outfit, which got rumpled in the tussle.  “Confession under coercion, real or imagined, never is.  But that was never the point, after all.  I just came here to write a story.”

He stares at me with hollow eyes.  “It sounded to me like you came here for more than that.”

“Catharsis is nice, sure, but it doesn’t pay the rent, Richard.  But the waves this whole thing will make – the two weeks of discourse about whether what I did was okay, the yea-sayers and the nay-sayers fighting on twitter, the long screeds on Medium and WaPo about whether it’s morally justified to bully a bully, et cetera et cetera?  It’s all going to add up, Richard.  You can take some comfort in the idea that you really are being a good ally, finally, by helping get a queer writer’s career off the ground.”

His mouth quirks in a bitter smile.  “So much for the moral high ground.”

“I never laid any claim to that, Richard.”  I turn and head for the door.

But I can’t resist looking over my shoulder one more time.  “Oh, but just to point out – if I had, I would still have it, because I haven’t raped a bunch of people and then made them sign NDAs to keep them from talking about it.”

He doesn’t say anything.  I don’t look back at him again as I leave. 

My Uber Black is still waiting for me in the driveway.  The driver glances back at me in his rear-view mirror as I slide into the backseat.  “That was fast,” he says.  “I was expecting to be waiting out here for, like, at least an hour.”

I shrug.  “We got to the heart of the matter pretty quickly.”

He nods, putting the car in drive and starting the trip back.  “So,” he says.  “Did he do all that stuff?  Like, for real?”

“What do you think?” I ask him.

With a shrug, he replies, “Probably, yeah.  But you know how this kind of thing goes.  There’s a bunch of court stuff, a lot of people fighting on the Internet about it, and maybe he gets house arrest and a fine.  Maybe.  More likely they let him off.  He’ll be back to writing stuff next year and talking about how he got unfairly canceled and now he’s trying to just come back and do his thing but the liberal media won’t let him.”

“Yeah, probably,” I say.  I’m already drafting my statement for when my phone gets hacked and the recording gets leaked without my consent or knowledge.  I also send my girlfriend a message confirming I’m still good to crash at her place for a while so I’m not home when the crazy people show up to threaten me in person after I get doxxed.

I know he’s right, though.  Life isn’t story-shaped.  There isn’t going to be a nice, fitting end for Richard Colby.  He’s going to keep living a very comfortable life with his millions of dollars and he’ll die of old age in his sleep.

That’s what gets me, at the end of the day.  That he’s the one who made me believe that life should be story-shaped.  That, in the final account, the world should work the way it does in books and television.  Bad guy gets caught, gets punished, happily ever after.

Fuck him for that.  I’m so tired.  I can’t even be angry.

I’m just disappointed.

[iheartsteve0704]

The Family Stone - Agathario AU

Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: Wanda brings her girlfriend Rio home for Christmas. The only problem is that she's not really Wanda's girlfriend and Rio is helplessly in love with Wanda's older sister, Agatha (who she can't even look in the eye).

Note: This is loosely based on the movie The Family Stone (2005)!! This is also not beta read, I'm sorry haha but I will probably go back and fix things!

“This is stupid, Wanda! Just tell them the truth!” Rio said as she jogged circles around Wanda who was struggling up the large hill. It was an unbearably hot day in California but somehow Rio still convinced her going for a run was a good idea. 

“I can’t! My mom thinks- and my sisters they- ugh please, Rio! Just this one last time. Please!!” Wanda had to stop, panting as she put her hands on her needs to catch her breath. She looked up at Rio and gave her an exaggerated pout. 

“No! Wanda, would they truly give a fuck if they knew you were single??” 

“I don’t know! I think my mom would be a little disappointed yeah but the point is that I told them like 2 months ago that you’d be coming with me so I cannot go back now! They’ll just bombarded me with a bunch of questions and grill me non-stop and it’ll truly be hell for that entire week.”

“DID YOU SAY 2 MONTHS AGO???” Rio’s jaw dropped, eyes almost building out of her head. She looked at the girl who has become her best friend in this shitty town and found that she couldn’t say no. They met years ago in a shitty bar and both got wasted and shared their deepest darkest secrets and they never spent a day without each other. They were like sisters at this point. That’s why fake dating her felt so weird. “Fine. Fine! But you fucking owe me.” 

“Yay!! I love you!” Wanda jumped up and kissed Rio on the cheek, who quickly wiped it off with the back of her hand. 

“And I’m out after this, I swear! This is the last time!!” Rio warned and Wanda just nodded her head as she tried to bite back her triumphant smile. 

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“I can’t believe Wanda is really bringing her!” Agatha scoffs as she picks away at her salad. “She’s so… eccentric.”

She watches as her mom, Lilia, shuffles around the kitchen and tosses ingredients into a bowl. Agatha sees the slight up and down movement of her mom’s shoulders and knows she got a good chuckle out of that one. 

Wanda was the baby of the family and she is also the most MIA. She lives a luxurious life abroad doing business of some sorts when she’s not living it up in California. She rarely visits home and rarely answers her phone. The Harkness girls only found out Wanda had a girlfriend because one of the red head’s friends had tagged her in a questionable Facebook photo with a mystery brunette hanging off her arm. They kept grilling Wanda over the phone until she just admitted it. 

The youngest Harkness was similar to the eldest, hard to please and hard to tie down. So when Lilia caught word of her youngest’s new found love life, she was over the moon. Practically already imagining their wedding in her mind. 

Agatha found Wanda’s girlfriend, Rio, strange to say the least. No one has met her other than Agatha, for a brief moment in New York when Wanda was in for work and Rio had tagged along. Rio seemed antsy, almost nervous but Agatha was nothing but kind to her. The entire night was odd, Rio barely holding conversation with her or coding she existed. While it was only one night, it had been a long one and Agatha had told the rest of her family of the cautionary tale countless times, which they had all gotten a kick out of. 

Lilia doesn’t even bother wiping away her smirk when she turns around to grab the flour and address her eldest daughter. 

“Agatha, your sister is welcome to invite anyone she wants. Plus she’s pretty from the photos you’ve shown us.”

“She’s pretty? That’s enough for you? We don’t know anything about her! What if she’s like a serial killer???”

“Oh shush. We should just be happy your sister has finally found love!” 

“Love? Jesus, Mom. Do you really think that’s what this is?” 

“Well she’s inviting her home for Christmas. She’s never invited anyone home for the holidays before! And they’ve been together for over a year, right? Maybe she’ll ask for Grandma’s ring…”

“Grandma Evanora? She was a cunt. You were the one who told us that!” 

“She was! But the ring is to die for and Jen didn't want to give it to Alice! Someone has to take it or else I'll bring it to a pawn shop soon and move to Costa Rica!" They laugh together. 

“I don’t know about marriage. Rio is just so weird! And it felt like they had nothing in common! I mean come on Mom, you weren’t the one who had to endure that painful dinner with them. She kept doing this weird mouth thing where she’d poke the side of her cheek. And I swear to god that girl was staring into my soul! She wouldn’t even talk to me! She was so quiet, I felt like she was silently planning my demise.” 

“Oh be nice, Aggie. But… perhaps she was. You should probably sleep with one eye open, just to be safe.” Lilia tries to bite back a smile but they both end up laughing when the front door swings open. 

“Mom? Agatha? We’re here!!!” Jen says as walks through the door first with her wife, Alice, following behind with their adopted teen son, Billy. 

When they reach the kitchen it is a jumble of hugs and welcomes and then Jen is going up to Agatha and punching her hard in the arm before bringing her into a tight hug. 

“Hey loser, missed you kind of sort of.” Jen said as she hugged her sister and Agatha melted into her arms.

“Ew getting soft on me, Jenny? Grow up.” Agatha jokes and tickles her sister's sides before Jen playfully shoves her away. 

“And how’s my favorite nephew!” Agatha looks Billy up and down, taking in his new appearance. 

“I’m your only nephew Aunt Agatha.” Billy beams at her. 

“I see we’ve gone… goth!” She notices upclose that he is clearly wearing eyeliner and one singular hoop earring. 

Jen shoots her a warning look. 

“I um love it!” Agatha tries her best to be supportive and Billy must buy it because he just smiles widely and starts talking about his different rings and what eyeliner he likes using. 

“So is it true Aunt Wanda is bringing her weird girlfriend?” After talking Agatha’s ear off, Billy steals a bite of her salad and addresses the rest of the room. 

“Billy.” Alice turns and gives him a warning look. 

“What! It’s what Aunt Agatha keeps telling us! She’s weird!” Billy argues and then Alice turns to Jen for help but the woman tries and fails to hold in her laughter. 

“Yes she’s coming. Unfortunately” Jen chuckles and earns a smack painful smack on her bicep. Agatha and Billy laugh at Jen’s comment. 

“You two behave.” Lilia warns but there’s no bite to her voice. 

“We need to be open minded guys! It’s not easy being an outsider.” Alice adds.

“You’re one to talk! Mom welcomed you into this family the first week you guys started dating. Literally gave you the blessing to marry Jen the first time you came over for family dinner. ” Agatha says, stealing back her salad from Billy. 

“Okay! Whatever! I just mean let’s give her a chance!” Alice rolls her eyes. 

“Sure.” “Okay.” The two Harkness sisters say at the same time and Lilia gives them a warning look. 

“We’ll behave! Geez!” Jen puts her hands up in defense. 

“We’ll be perfect angels, mother.” Agatha’s voice is laced with sarcasm which earns her a whipped towel to the arm.

A car door slams. 

“Ooo! That must be them!!” Billy gets up from his seat next to Agatha at the kitchen island and moves towards the living room to peek through the curtains of the window. The women all follow behind him and do a poor job at pending not to catch a glimpse of the couple. 

They watch as Wanda steps out of her expensive car wearing a pressed suit, heels, and gucci sunglasses and then there is Rio. Rio who is wearing a chunky knit sweater that has probably seen better days, a pair of well worn jeans, and combat boots. They couldn’t have looked more dissimilar. 

Agatha had to check herself because she found herself lingering in Rio. The way her dark hair kept falling into her face. The last time she had seen her, her hair was bob length and now it was well past that and really suited her. Then her big brown eyes that she remembers so well that rarely met hers but she’s seen in photos. And then the way she looked so cozy in her outfit. Agatha convinced herself she was just noticing things about the girl. That was all. 

Wanda is directing Rio to pull their bags from the trunk and doesn’t even bother to help her as she starts making her way to the front door. The women, and Billy, panic and move around to all sit somewhere around the living to make it seem like they weren’t just watching them. 

“Family! Your favorite child is finally here!” Wanda says playfully and bounds through the door. They all go to hug her, Lilia holding onto her baby a little longer than the rest.

They all turn their heads when they hear the loud bang of suitcases hitting the floor. An awkward Rio stands in the doorway, expression unreadable. 

“Guys, this is Rio. My… girlfriend!” Wanda smiles over at the brunette. 

They all introduce themselves and Rio acknowledges them with a polite nod and smile, very limited words. Billy looks over at Agatha and they share a look, biting back laughter. Then Lilia tries to go in for the hug and before Rio could reject, she’s being crushed into a tight embrace. 

When it’s Agatha’s turn, the younger woman freezes and she can feel her cheeks start to turn pink. She stares at Agatha momentarily with a gaped, surprised expression and wide eyes before her gaze casts down to the floor.

Agatha watches this happen but assumes it's her nerves, Agatha was a very intimidating presence that she’s been told about time and time again. Lilia gives a pointed look to her eldest daughter who sighs dramatically and takes a step closer to address Rio. 

“We’ve met once before but you probably forgot since it was so long ago. I’m Agatha.” She tries but the younger girl just glances down at her feet and says nothing. Agatha cocks her eyebrow up at this. Everyone stands there uncomfortably. 

“Okay then!!! Everyone is here and must be starving! Go ahead and pick your rooms and freshen up, I’ve left fresh linens on the bed but let me know if you need anything else. I’ll have dinner ready in half an hour.” Lilia claps her hands together and it gets everyone moving throughout the house. 

Everyone has dispersed but Agatha and Rio. Agatha, being the first to arrive, was already settled in and decided on reading her new book. 

Agatha can feel a pair of eyes on her and she knows they belong to the younger girl. After a moment, out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t help but watch Rio struggle to gather Wanda’s luggage. She looks away when she hears the faint footsteps of Rio going up the stairs. 

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Later at dinner, the Harkness girls are all catching up and having a ball while doing so. Telling stories about their separate lives and then laughing until their stomachs ache over reliving old ones. 

When the conversation dies down, Lilia takes it upon herself to lead the next conversation. 

“So Rio, tell us about yourself! What do you do for work?” Lilia looks over at the brunette who was slouched in her chair and extremely quiet this whole time. 

Rio looks up and she looks almost startled to be called on. She tries to paint on a smile and looks around the table until she realizes Agatha is staring right at her and brown eyes looks down at her plate as she pushes around the food nervously before speaking. 

“I’m a botanist.”  Rio’s voice is small but sure and all the women around the table hum and nod their head at her answer. 

“What? Like you work at Home Depot or something?” Billy asks but both his mom’s end up smacking him on the back of the head. 

Agatha snickers at the comment but Lilia kicks her under the table. 

“Rio actually works for the government! She leads the botany team at the US Forest Service. She’s a big shot, aren’t you honey?

“Well that’s very impressive! What a cool job!” 

Rio smiles at Lilia but doesn’t elaborate, choosing to look back down at her plate.  

“Agatha is a teacher!” Jen says and Agatha looks up at her in question. “Agatha, didn’t you tell us you were teaching your kids about trees?” 

Agatha glares daggers at her but Jen just smiles over at Rio. 

“Oh that’s nice. It’s important for kids to learn about nature and how to treat our planet.” Rio addresses Agatha, looking at her briefly before looking away again. Everyone waits for Agatha to say something but it never comes so Jen clears her throat. 

“So Agatha, guess who we saw on the way here?” Jen looks over at their oldest sister, mischief glimmering in her eyes. 

“Oh god, who?” Agatha rolls her eyes in response, knowing she’ll hate whatever is to come. 

“Dottie! And she looks great and I heard she’s single again.” 

“Oh I loved Dottie! She always let me check out as many books as I wanted at the library. She actually still does! I think she’s holding out for you, Aggie.” Lilia smiles at her daughter who rolls her eyes again in disgust. 

Wanda laughs and glaces at Rio beside her  and sees the brunette white knuckling the fork in her hand. She raises her eyebrow at the action and gives Rio’s shoulder a little shove, which seems to knock her out of her thoughts. Rio gives her best friend, and fake girlfriend, an unconvincing smile. 

“Well she can keep holding out because that’s never going to happen again.” Agatha says as her mom and sisters groan. 

“You’re not getting any younger, sweetheart.” Lilila says from the goodness of her heart but still it pisses Agatha off. 

“Well thanks mom!” 

“That’s not what I meant and you know it! I just mean you deserve a nice woman in your life to make you happy! Or man! If that’s of interest to you!”

“Oh fuck no! No men. No thank you. No offense, Billy.” 

“None taken. I get it. Straight men are a nightmare.” He says and everyone erupts into laughter. 

Agatha looks over at Rio and assumes she’s staring at her again but instead she’s laughing at something Wanda whispers into her ear. Agatha pushes down the disappointment she feels inside because it’s stupid, why should she feel that way.

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Rio offers to do the dishes after dinner and Billy volunteers to dry. The rest of the Harkness ladies are cooped up in the living room, laughing loudly at a stupid story they tell every time they’re together but never gets old. 

“Hey. It’s nice having you here.” Billy says sweetly and it genuinely makes Rio smile. 

“Thanks. It’s nice being here. Your family is so great.” 

“They are.What’s your family like? Are they upset you aren’t spending the holidays with them?” 

“I don’t- um. My family, they passed when I was super young. I grew up in the foster system and then aged out and that was pretty much it. No other family other than… Wanda.” Rio says and she means it. Wanda was her best friend, her family.

“Oh I’m sorry.” Billy feels flustered but Rio offers him a smile to know it’s okay. “I was in foster care too. For a long time actually. My parents died in a car crash and I didn’t have any other family. I thought I was just going to age out, like you, but on my 10th birthday the agency told me two lesbians wanted to adopt me and I met them and couldn’t say no. Alice and Jen, they’re just the best.” He smiles to himself, recalling back to that special day. 

“That’s sweet. I’m happy for you. They seem like really great mothers.” 

“They really are.” Billy kept the wide smile on his face when he looked over to the living room where his moms are cuddled together on the couch.

“You’re nice to talk too. It just feels easy. You remind me so much of my Aunt Agatha.” 

“Oh? How come?” Rio keeps her voice neutral, busying herself by washing off a plate that was already clean. 

“I don’t know. Something about your energies are similar. I think you’d get along with her if you gave her a chance. She’s not as scary as she pretends to be. She’s a big softie. Promise.” Billy says and Rio just nods her head. 

Rio chances a glance into the living room and catches Agatha throwing her head back in laughter. She looked so beautiful it made Rio’s chest contract in her chest. She then saw movement to Agatha’s left and caught Wanda watching her with a curious look. Rio quickly looked away and went back to washing the dishes.

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When everyone is turning in for the night, Rio walks into the bedroom she’s being forced to share with Wanda (since they are a ‘couple’) to find Wanda sitting on the bed with her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face. 

“You’re into her! Aren’t you!!” Wanda whispers but still gets shushed by Rio.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” Rio covers her hand over her mouth, tackling her onto the bed. She releases her hand when Wanda tries to bit it and they end up sitting next to each other. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Surreeeeeeeeeee.” Wanda raises her eyebrows. “How did I not know this! How long?! Oh my gosh you need to tell her!”

“Are you insane?! I’m here as YOU’RE fake girlfriend! Remember?!” Rio reminds her and it seems to bring Wanda back to reality who makes an ‘O’ shape with her mouth in realization. 

“Fuck, yeah. You’re right.” Wanda taps her chin before looking back at her with a wide smile. “BUT YOU DO LIKE HER! YOU DIDN’T DENY IT! Oh my god. If you guys get married then you’re forced to be in my life forever!! OH MY GOD WE WOULD ACTUALLY BE SISTERS!!! AND THEN WE COULD-” Wanda’s voice is getting louder and louder in excitement until Rio grabs one of the pillows and shoves it over Wanda’s face, effectively silencing her. For only a minute before she resurfaces. 

“So when??” Wanda smiles and Rio just groans and leans back onto the bed and covers her face with her hands. “WHEN DID YOU START LIKING HER!!!???” 

“If I answer you will you finally shut up?!” Rio glares at her but Wanda’s smile persists, nodding her head. “When we met her for dinner like a year ago.” 

“THAT LONG AGO?!??! OH MY-” Wanda can’t finish her sentence because a fluffy pillow meets her face again. 

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Late at night, Agatha is scrolling aimlessly on her phone when her door cracks open. She’s about to reach for the baseball bat behind the dresser when Wanda and Jen all sneak into Agatha's room. They squeal as they snuggle under the covers and into their older sister. Agatha complains about their cold feet and hands but secretly loves it. They lay in silence for a couple of minutes just enjoying each other's company as they stare blankly at the ceiling. 

“Can I ask you something?” Agatha asks, turning her head towards Wanda, who nods her head. 

“What’s Rio’s deal?” Agatha starts and the mention of the girl makes Wanda look over.  “She doesn't acknowledge my existence. Does she just hate me so much that she can’t talk to me directly?” 

Agatha looks at her baby sister who worries about her bottom lip between her teeth before looking back up towards the ceiling. 

“She spoke to you a little!” Jen tried but Agatha looks at her “okay yeah it was… weird.” Jen comments and Wanda groans, shoving her face into the pillow below her.

“She just seems pretentious to me. Like she thinks she’s better than us.” Agatha adds.

“Better than you, you mean.” Jen adds and Agatha pinches her side. 

“Yeah whatever. I don’t like that she keeps staring at me and not saying anything. It’s just… unsettling.” 

“She’s nice but it takes a minute for her to warm up to you but she’s a great person. No matter what you guys think about her. Just give her a chance.” Wanda makes it a point to look at Agatha when she says the last part. “She could surprise you.”  

Agatha rolls her eyes before pulling the covers tighter around herself and snuggling closer to her sisters until they all fall asleep. 

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In the early morning, Lilila is walking around the house looking for her girls when she finds them curled up in Agatha’s bed like when they were little. It warms her heart so much and she can’t help but whip her phone out and take a photo. She blames her age for forgetting to turn her sound off. 

The girls stir awake and audibly and dramatically whine when they see their mom smiling in the doorway, phone in hand. 

“MOOMMM!!!!!!” The girls shout and Lilila laughs before taking a few more photos and putting her phone away. 

“Okay! Okay! My goodness! Still my little witches!! I’m going to get breakfast started my loves, it’ll be ready in about an hour. Go back to sleep.” She smiles, looking over her kids one more time before closing the door and making her way downstairs. 

She turns the corner into the kitchen when she’s startled by Rio sitting at the kitchen island sipping on some coffee. 

“I’m sorry.” Rio says looking quilty and starting to get up from the stool to leave. 

“Hey! No, it’s okay!” Lilia recovers. “Please stay! I was just going to get breakfast started.”

“Would you like some help?”

“Oh that would be so lovely, thank you Rio.” 

They cook together with ease. Rio slowly drops knowledge of her amazing cooking skills that thoroughly impress the mother of 3. Lilia also learns that Rio actually is a lot more talkative than she lets on and that Rio is actually a really nice and funny girl. While all that is true, she doesn't quite understand how Rio fits with Wanda. Lilia can see now more than ever how different they are but she decides to put that on the back burner for now. If anything, Rio seemed more similar to Agatha. They had a similar sense of humor and something about Rio reminded Lilia a lot of her eldest in a way.

“My Jenny and her wife Alice have been together for 8 years now and they have a lovely son, who you met yesterday. And now Wanda has you and all that is left is my Aggie.” Lilia says, smiling over at Rio who was flipping a pancake on the stove top. 

“Has she ever um-” Rio stutters over her words but Lilia gets what she’s asking. 

“Aggie has always been a tough cookie. She’s a hopeless romantic, don’t tell her I said that to you but I think she’s really waiting for that perfect person. You know?”

“And do you think it was that Dottie person you mentioned last night?” Rio asks. 

“Oh no.” Lilia chuckles. “We just like to mess with her. Dottie was Agatha’s first girlfriend and things got super messy when Dottie broke up with Agatha to be with a boy she swore she didn’t like.” 

“That’s messed up.”

“Yeah it was.” Lilia thinks it over. “Since Dottie, she hasn’t brought anyone else home or mentioned someone so we just all assume she isn’t seeing anyone serious at the moment. Unless she’s hiding a secret family inside her tiny apartment in New York.” 

“Are you talking shit about me again, mom?” Agatha yawns when she walks in, stretching her arms above her head and causing her t-shirt to ride up to expose her midriff. Rio’s eyes go to the exposed skin and she swallows a lump in her throat, looking breathless before clearing her throat and looking back towards the stove. Lilia watches this all unfold and raises her eyebrow. 

Jen walks in with her arms draped around Billy and Alice and Wanda follows behind. Wanda awkwardly walks up next to Rio and kisses her on the cheek. 

“So I was thinking of doing something fun tonight.” Jen says as she walks over to the coffee maker and pours her and Alice a cup. 

“Ew.” Billy, Agatha, and Wanda all say in unison. 

“Not that your pervs. I mean go out! I think we should go to Mephisto’s tonight!” 

“That gross hometown bar? We’re bound to see at least 18 people Agatha’s slept with or ghosted.” Wanda says and it earns her a scolding glare from her older sister. 

“Yeah no, I’m not stepping foot in that place. You’re out of your fucking mind, Jenny.” 

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Mephisto’s was so fucking crowded. Of course it was, it was Christmas so that meant everyone and their mothers would be back home for the holidays looking to escape their families and get wasted. 

“This is hell on Earth. Why are we doing this right now???” Agatha looks around and doesn’t even try to hide the disgust on her face. 

“Oh come on! It’ll be fun!!” Alice hugs Agatha and tries to get her to smile but it doesn’t work. “I’ll get us all a round of shots!” 

“Okay now you're talkin my language, sister.” Agatha finally lets up, smiling as Alice and Jen walk over to the bar. Now it was just Agatha, Wanda, and Rio. 

Wanda was too busy typing away on her phone to acknowledge they were even there and Agatha resumed her mission of figuring out what Rio’s problem was with her. Agatha turned in Rio’s direction and took in her form. She was wearing tight black jeans, those ratty combat boots again, and a tight low cut black long sleeve that (Agatha hated to admit this but she was a woman lover, sue her) did great things for her chest. Rio looked pretty. 

Just when Agatha was going to try to make conversation with the younger girl, a short red head in a tight tank top approached them and all but threw herself onto Wanda. 

“What the- Nat?! Is that you??” Wanda pulled the figure back and smiled widely at the tiny red head in front of her. 

“Long time no see stranger.” Natasha winked at Wanda which caused the taller redhead to laugh nervously, a response both Agatha and Rio both had never seen before. 

Natasha brings Wanda into another hug that lasts a little too long and looks a little too intimate. It’s Agatha who clears her throat and makes the two separate, giving Wanda a murderous look and tilting her head towards Rio. 

“Shit sorry! Nat, this is my um my girlfriend, Rio.” Rio just gives Natasha a tight lipped smile and nods her head. 

“Lucky girl, Rio. Would you mind if I had a little dance with your girl?” Natasha is already pulling Wanda towards the dance floor before Rio could even answer. 

Agatha shakes her head and rolls her eyes before checking on Rio, who doesn't even look bothered at all by what just happened but Agatha still feels the need to say something, anything to break the awkward tension. 

“Hey. You look really nice tonight!” Agatha offers a warm smile but when brown eyes finally meet hers they are unreadable. It makes Agatha’s smile falter and before she can apologize or say anything, Rio is pushing past her and walking towards the exit. 

“What the hell did you just say to her?” Alice and Jen arrive back as soon as she leaves with a tray of shots. 

“Nothing. I don’t even- excuse me.” Agatha is frustrated and finds herself following Rio’s trail. 

When the cold air hits her, she sees Rio leaning against the car they all arrived in smoking. Agatha, filled with anger, approaches her with a scowl on her face. 

“What’s your fucking problem?!” Agatha shouts and it scares Rio, who jolts back against the car and causes her cigarette to fall into the snow below her. “I’ve been trying to be nice to you this whole time but you have some fucking stick up your ass and can’t even look me in the eye because what? You’re so much better than me? It’s below you to even acknowledge my existence???” 

In response, Rio just scoffs looking away and shaking her head. 

“Huh?! What is it then? What’s your fucking problem with me, Rio?!!” 

Rio finally looks over at Agatha and for a minute she swears she sees something flicker in those brown eyes, something she knew she shouldn’t want.

“Nothing, Agatha.” Rio FINALLY speaks to Agatha but it’s not enough. Rio goes to walk past her and back into the bar when Agatha roughly grabs her wrist and pulls her back, making their bodies collide together. Agatha’s breath hitches at the contact and Rio’s eyes gaze down at Agatha’s lips. Agatha reaches up, cupping her face gently with her breath becoming shallow. Then something takes over her when Rio melts into her touch, her face pushing into her hand. Agatha finds the courage to bring her thumb to Rio’s plump lower lip and the way Rio’s eyes bore into her own create a fire within her. It’s Rio who starts to lean in when the loud sound of giggles tumble out of the bar and they force themselves a part. 

Agatha looks over and see’s Wanda and Natasha practically intertwined, leaning against the building and kissing. Agatha makes it a point to pull the car keys out of her pocket and relock the car, making Wanda’s head snap up and knowing she’s been caught red handed. 

Rio pulls Wanda aside. Tells her this is stupid, that Wanda should be able to fuck Natasha without feeling obligated to keep up the fake girlfriend facade and Wanda just agrees, being tired of the act (horny). She lets Rio break up with her that night, loud enough for her sisters to hear. 

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The next morning, Rio is lugging her own suitcases down the stairs and heading towards the front door. 

“Rio, you don’t have to leave! Please stay for Christmas. No one should spend the holidays alone. We can even padlock Wanda into her room if it’ll make you feel more comfortable.” Lilia jokes with a warm smile and it does make Rio chuckle. 

“I love Wanda.” Rio says and she means it. “I always will. No bad blood, I promise. Thank you for welcoming me into your home. It meant so much, thank you again Ms. Harkness.” 

“Please! It’s Lilia! And at least let… ah Agatha! There you are dear. Can you drive Rio to the train station please.” Agatha just came down the stairs, still rubbing sleep from her eyes. When she sees Rio with her suitcases it seems to fully wake her up.

“Yeah. Of course.” Agatha doesn’t even let Rio get a word in before grabbing one of the suitcases and going out to her car. 

The ride is eerily quiet except for the soft tunes of the Christmas radio. They arrive at the station after a few minutes and sit in silence. Rio suddenly goes to pull the door open but Agatha speaks up. 

“I’m sorry about Wanda.” 

“It’s fine.” 

“Is it?”

“Yeah. We weren’t meant to be.” Rio says truthfully, fiddling with her fingers. They fall quiet again when Rio reaches for the door again. 

“Are we going to talk about it?” “Thanks for the ride.”

Rio lets go of the door handle and makes an action to look over at Agatha but instead looks down at the console between them. 

“Agatha.” 

“You almost kissed me last night.” Agatha tries to duck down and look at Rio. “Hey. Can you please look at me.” Agatha slowly reaches out, her pointer finger touching Rio’s chin and tilting her head up until brown eyes meet blue. Agatha can drown in those eyes if Rio would let her. 

“And you almost let me.” Rio’s voice is barely over a whisper.  

Agatha’s eyes soften and her eyes fall to Rio’s lips. Agatha lets out a shaky breath before leaning in. Her breath hitches when Rio cups her face with her right hand. 

“Agatha. I need to tell you something.” Rio starts but a loud knock is heard on the driver’s window. 

They pull apart and Agatha turns a murderous look towards the window and sees Dottie smiling and waving from the other side. Agatha closes her eyes, letting out a sigh, before rolling the window down. 

“Dottie. What do I owe this pleasure?” Agatha says with an annoyed tone that Dottie doesn’t seem to catch on to. 

“I heard you were back in town but I had to see it for myself! How are you? You look really… hot.” Dottie smirks, leaning on the window and purposefully flashing her cleavage towards Agatha who rolls her eyes and leans back in her seat to create space. 

“My train is here.” 

Rio rushes out of the car before Agatha could stop her. 

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When Agatha gets back, everyone is in the living room. Wanda is sitting in the arm chair that had been moved to the center while everyone takes their turns berating her. 

“I knew you were a cunt but this is next level, Wanda!” Jen scolds and Lilia smacks her arm for the bad language. 

“Sweetie, you should’ve just broken up with her instead of cheating! Cheaters are the WORST type of people and I know that isn’t you. Wanda you are better than that!” Lilia says desperately, looking at her daughter with so much disapproval and it makes Wanda sink in her seat. 

“I’m actually disgusted with you. I can’t even look at you!” Jen adds and Wanda puts her head in her hands, staring at the ground. 

Agatha makes her presence known, walking into the living room with caution and they all turn towards her. Wanda sits straighter in her seat when she sees the look on Agatha’s face. 

“She told you. Didn’t she?” Wanda asks and they all look at her in confusion. 

“What are you talking about?” Agatha asks. 

Wanda sighs and comes to terms with her actions, realizing it’s better to confess than be seen as a cheater (which she’d never be). 

“She was never my girlfriend! Okay!” 

“WHAT?!” The Harkness women shout and stare at the youngest. 

“What the hell do you mean by that?!” Agatha gets closer, crossing her hands over her chest. 

“I mean… ugh. Okay. So. We were just pretending to be together to get you guys off my case. We never dated. We never even hooked up. She’s strictly my best friend. That’s it.” Wanda explains and the room falls quiet. Agatha moves to sit on the couch where Alice and Billy resided, cradling her head in her hands and thinking. 

“You didn’t have to do that, my love. We don’t care if you’re seeing someone or not. It doesn’t matter. So long you’re happy.” Lilia softens and smiles at her youngest, who smiles back. 

“I told you, mom. You owe me $30 bucks.” Billy whispers to Alice and Agatha whips her head up to look at her nephew. 

“You knew???” 

“It was kind of obvious. From the lack of PDA to the way Rio would practically drool when you walked into a room. I mean I thought we ALL knew.” Billy says.

“Drool? What are you talking about? Don’t be ridiculous. She’s like 10 years younger than me.” Agatha asks and Billy just stares at her. Agatha looks around the room for help and they are all giving her the same look. 

“I did notice her oolging you too and thought it was odd since at the time I thought she was with Wanda but it makes a lot of sense now.” Lilila agrees, sitting on the arm of the chair Wanda was sitting in. Moving the red hair out of her face and kissing the top of her head. She whispers ‘my baby’ into her temple and the youngest throws her arms around her waist. 

“Agatha.” Wanda speaks up and they look at each other. “She likes you. A lot. That’s her problem with you. The problem is that she’s liked you since we met for dinner all that time ago. The problem is she likes you too much.” 

Agatha’s mouth falls open, a whole new world has just been opened to her and she feels frozen in place. 

Then before she can comprehend what is happening, she is being pulled up from her seat and shoved into the car. They all manage to fit into Jen’s van and they zoom down the street. 

“Where are we going!?!? It’s Christmas morning?!” Agatha asks, still in shock of what was happening. 

“We are getting you the girl!!” Billy smiles as she says so, pointing to the train station once they arrive. 

Agatha’s eyes widen and she shakes her head. 

“No.” Agatha says weakly. 

“What? You don’t like her?” Wanda raises her eyebrow. Agatha doesn’t say anything but looks down at her ratty uggs boots they shoved onto her feet before leaving the house. “Then go get her!” 

“Her train already left. I saw it leave.” Agatha said, feeling her heart break at the memory. Trying to get rid of Dottie but she wasn’t fast enough. 

They fall silent, taking in the moment but then Alice sits up in her seat. 

“Wait. Isn’t that her?” Alice says and they all crowd the left side of the car windows until Agatha pushes her way through to see and it is her. Rio sitting sadly on a bench, kicking her feet and wiping away a tear. 

Agatha is pushing through the bodies and throwing herself out of the car. She rushes the station and all but body slams into Rio and brings her into a tight hug. 

Rio is alarmed at first, scared she was just attacked by a stranger but she notices the hair and the waft of her scent and melts into her arms. They stay there for a moment before Agatha pulls back and cradles her face in her hands. 

“What about Dottie?” Rio’s voice is so small and then Agatha laugh and Rio starts to shrink away.

“There’s nothing there. She’s no one. I promise.” Agatha says, watching the way Rio looked so unsure at first but finds confidence after Agatha’s confession.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Agatha says, voice laced with longing. 

“Well I was fake dating your sister.” Rio says plainly but a small smirk on her face. 

“You’ve really liked me all this time?” Rio just nods her head and Agatha settles with a sweet smile on her face. 

“Sorry if that’s lame.” Rio laughs, looking down at her sneakers but Agatha forces her eyes up. Face serious. 

“It’s not.” Agatha assures her. “It’s romantic.”

“I- You’re so beautiful, Agatha.” Rio says almost breathlessly and Agatha can’t help herself when she crashes her lips together and kisses her deeply and it immediately feels like coming home even though this is their first kiss.

Rio throws her arms around Agatha’s neck and Agatha tilts her head, changing the angle of the kiss and slides her tongue inside. They are making unholy noises in a public space but they don’t care. They only pull a part when they hear the sound of a loud horn and people cheering. They look over and see the Harkness clan hanging out the window and cheering them on. 

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Two Years Later:

“Class please welcome our guest for today! My special friend, wildness explorer Rio!” Agatha stands at the front of the class, clapping along with her students who all cheer when Rio walks in in a silly outfit Agatha made her wear. She has on tan khakis, a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a red scarf wrapped around her neck. Agatha wanted her to wear a boy scout sash too but Rio drew the line there. 

Rio planned on being bratty about the situation but once she saw the excited faces of Agatha’s first grade class, she couldn’t find it within her anymore. They were all so cute and ecstatic to be learning about nature and it warmed her heart. 

She settled at the front of the class, asking them to join her on the reading carpet, as she read to them a kids book about plants. She was using silly voices for each character and it made all the kids giggle. She glances over at Agatha, who was biting back a wide smile as she watched her with loving and adoring eyes. 

Agatha had on her big glasses, that were now slipping down her nose, and Rio's heart felt like it was bursting through her chest and she hated to admit this (it being inapropriate in this moment) but she was always endlessly turned on when she slide her glasses on her face.

When the last bell rang indicating the end of the school day, the kids didn’t want to part with Rio but Agatha promised she would be back soon. Once all the kids had been picked up or shipped onto a school bus, Agatha started to gather her stuff as Rio collected the things she brought to the classroom. 

“Oh wilderness explorer Rio?” Agatha sing songed and Rio turned, to see the woman all ready to go. Perched on the side of her desk, arms crossed, not even hiding that face that she was checking Rio out. She crooked her finger, asking Rio to come closer. 

Rio smirked, leaving the books on the floor, and slotted herself between Agatha’s legs. Agatha pulled her in closer, roughly by tugging on her neck scarf, and kissed her simply before pulling back a little. Rio tried to go in for another but Agatha put a hand on her chest, stopping her. 

“When we get home, I want you in our bed with this-” Agatha tugs again on the scarf, “on you, nothing else, and I want you to put a baby in me.” 

Agatha bites the bottom of her lip, knowing the darkening look in Rio’s eyes. She yelps when Rio kisses her hungrily and then grabs Agatha’s bag, slinging it over her one shoulder and picking up Agatha and slinging her over the other. Rio’s smacks her as playfully before leaving the comfort of Agatha’s classroom and bringing her home. 

Much, much later when Agatha is happily fucked and staring down at her sleeping girlfriend, she reached over for her phone and pull up her mom's contact.

Agatha: Hey Mom! So about Grandma's ring...

[kathlare]

midnight spark

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: As Amelie prepares for a monumental New Year’s Eve performance in Times Square, she takes a moment to connect with Lando, who is halfway across the world.

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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December 31st, 2023 - New York City, NY

She ran a hand through her hair, which had been styled into a voluminous wave. Her outfit—a sparkling white dress that shimmered under the soft lights of her apartment—was a showstopper. It clung to her body perfectly, highlighting her curves.

Amelie loved this feeling, the thrill of stepping into a new year with such a monumental performance ahead. But, as she admired herself in the mirror, she couldn’t shake the excitement bubbling inside her for something—rather, someone—else. Lando.

Her phone buzzed on the counter, and when she picked it up, a smile stretched across her face. It was a FaceTime call from him. Her heart skipped a beat.

—Hey, babe,— she answered with a grin, holding the phone up to her face.

—Well, well, look at you,— Lando’s voice came through, slightly muffled at first. When his face appeared on screen, Amelie couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him. He was lounging on his hotel bed in Bali, his messy curls practically sticking up in every direction. There was a slight glow to his face, and his eyes were a little too bright, giving away the fact that he'd been drinking.

—Happy New Year, Ames!— Lando's smile was infectious, but there was something else behind his expression—a glint that told her he was tipsy. He raised his phone, showing off his surroundings: a dimly lit hotel room, music thumping faintly in the background, and a few people laughing in the distance.

—You’re drunk,— Amelie teased, rolling her eyes as she took in his disheveled appearance.

—You don’t know that,— Lando shot back with a wink, even though his slurred speech gave him away. —Okay, maybe a little. But I’m celebrating, babe. Martin is playing tomorrow, and I’m here with him, so… priorities, right?— His grin was wide, showing the playful side of him that Amelie loved.

She chuckled. —I’m sure you’re having a blast. Meanwhile, I’m getting ready to perform in Times Square.— She turned the camera around, showing him her outfit. —What do you think?—

Lando’s jaw dropped, his eyes widening as he took in her appearance. —Holy shit, Ames. You look... I mean, you're a fucking goddess. Wow.— His voice was full of admiration, but there was also a certain hunger to his words, a subtle intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

Amelie couldn't help but blush at his compliment, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. —Thank you,— she replied, trying to hide her flustered reaction. But as always, Lando knew how to make her feel something. —You know, you’re not looking too bad yourself,— she said, returning the flirtation. —I mean, I can’t say I’m not tempted to jump on a plane and meet you right now.—

Lando’s smile turned mischievous. —Oh yeah? Tempted, huh?— His gaze moved slowly up and down her form, making Amelie feel like he was undressing her with his eyes. His voice dropped an octave, and she could tell the alcohol had loosened him up a bit. —You’re killing me, Ames. That dress... damn, it’s got me all hot and bothered. It’s not fair.—

Amelie’s heart raced, but she smirked and leaned in closer to the camera, giving him a better view. —Well, I’m just getting started,— she said, her tone teasing and confident. She knew exactly what she was doing, baiting him. —I’m wearing this for you tonight, Lan. But you can’t have me just yet.—

Lando’s eyes darkened, and he let out a slow breath. —You’re really gonna do this to me, huh?— he muttered, his voice rough with desire. —I’m sitting here in Bali, and all I can think about is you looking like that. Fuck.— He shook his head, clearly trying to regain control. —Stop. I can’t handle this, not right now.—

Amelie’s smirk widened, her heart racing as she watched Lando struggle with his words. She loved the power she had over him, especially when he was tipsy like this. But she wasn’t ready to let him off the hook just yet.

—Oh, come on, Lan, I’m just getting warmed up. Don’t act like you don’t like it,— she teased, turning her body slightly to give him an even better view of her outfit. She could see his eyes track her every movement, and it made her pulse quicken with excitement.

Lando groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. —Babe, you’re killing me. Do you know how much I want to just pull you through this screen?— His voice was low and full of longing. —But I can’t. Fucking hell, this is torture.—

Amelie’s grin softened, a little sympathy slipping through despite her playful teasing. —I’m not trying to torture you, Lan. Just having a little fun. But... maybe you can handle a little more.— She knew exactly how far she could push him, how to make him desperate for her without giving in just yet.

—You’re not playing fair,— Lando muttered, leaning back against his pillow, trying to distance himself from the camera as though it would help control his rising frustration. —You’re in New York, looking like that, and I’m here, drunk, thinking about all the things I’d do to you if I could be there. But no... I can’t.— He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, but the desire was still there, unmistakable.

Amelie’s heart fluttered at his words, but she knew how to keep the teasing going. She wasn’t ready to give him exactly what he wanted just yet. —Well, you’re not the only one here with some... creative thoughts. But I’m not sure if you're ready to handle me like that after a night of partying, Lan.— She winked at the camera, her voice playful but laced with a hint of challenge.

Lando’s eyes snapped open, and his lips quirked into a small smile, despite his obvious struggle. —You really want to play this game with me, huh?— He chuckled, a little more steadied now, though the intensity was still there. —I’m not exactly sober, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t make it worth your while, Ames.—

Her breath hitched at the words. She knew he wasn’t just talking about the physical attraction anymore. There was something deeper behind his gaze. But, as much as she loved this back-and-forth, she also knew that they were on the edge of something more. Something that could happen when they were together in person—no screens, no distractions.

Amelie bit her lip, holding back a smile. —Maybe when we’re together in Bali, I’ll let you show me just how worth it you can be.— She teased, but the weight of her words hung in the air, giving both of them something to look forward to.

Lando’s eyes darkened, his playful expression faltering for a moment. —You better be ready for me, Ames. I’m not playing around when you get here—

The sudden knock at the door interrupted their moment, and Amelie sighed, rolling her eyes. She turned the camera toward the door, showing Alex Wolff standing in the doorway, clearly eager for the night to start. —You’re not gonna believe this, but I’m getting ready to go on stage, and you’re over here distracting me, Lan. This is all your fault,— she muttered, though the hint of a smile was still on her lips.

Alex raised an eyebrow, grinning as he leaned against the doorframe. —Yeah, I bet it’s Lando’s fault. Seems like the two of you have a way of getting each other worked up, huh?— He chuckled, completely unaware of just how much he had interrupted.

Amelie rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the laugh. —Shut up, Alex. I’ll be ready in a minute,— she told him, turning back to Lando with a smirk.

—Alright, alright. Go do your thing, Ames,— Lando said, his voice suddenly softer, a hint of affection slipping through despite the tension. —But just so you know, I’m counting down the days until I see you. Bali’s not too far away. And when you get here, you’ll see just how serious I am about making up for tonight, yeah?—

Amelie felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. They might not have said the big “L” word yet, but everything they shared felt real. Special. And in that moment, it felt like something had clicked between them, something that would grow stronger the closer they got.

—You better keep your word, Lan,— she teased, her eyes softening as she gazed at him. —But for now, I have a show to do. We’ll talk later, alright?—

—You’re gonna crush it, babe. I’ll be waiting to hear all about it. Don’t forget about me when you’re a superstar on that stage, yeah?—

Amelie laughed, her heart swelling at the affection in his voice. —Never. I’ll talk to you soon. Happy New Year, Lan.—

—Happy New Year, Ames. Go break a leg out there. I’ll be cheering for you from here, as always.—

With a final wink, she ended the call, setting her phone down with a soft sigh. Alex raised an eyebrow, clearly eager to tease her more, but Amelie was already focused on the performance ahead. Lando might have been far away, but his words lingered with her, a warm reminder of everything they were building together.

And soon, she’d be with him in Bali—closer than ever.

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amelieupdates: Kicking off 2024 in style! 🎤✨ Amelie lit up the stage tonight at the Times Square Ball in NYC with an unforgettable performance.

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[shanastoryteller]

F for Frankenstein

Tony wakes up in his underwear on the floor of his workshop with a searing headache.

It’s not a new experience, but it’s certainly been a while. Did he get in a fight with Pepper? He hopes not, they haven’t had any really big fights since he kissed her on the rooftop, but that probably means they’re due for one. And it would explain why that would send him into a drinking spiral. It could have been Rhodey, they get in fights often enough, but Pepper doesn’t usually leave him alone for those.

He groans as he pushes himself to his feet. “Jarvis, what the hell did I drink?”

There’s a pause, so small that he almost thinks he imagined it. “Good morning, Tony.”

He whips his head around to glare into the nearest camera, more hurt than offended. “Did I piss you off too? Since when do you call me that? I’ll donate you to a city college too, don’t think I won’t. Dummy could use the company.”

The pause is definitely there this time. Jarvis doesn’t need to pause, he has more processing power than any computer on the planet, so when he does it’s always for dramatic effect. Except it’s not quite long enough for that. It’s weird. “There’s a polished silver plate on the bench to your left. It will service as a mirror.”

“Oh, fuck, did I get into a fight? Did I shave?” he moans, stumbling over to pick up the metal that looks like it was about to be turned into a modified chest piece. He also pauses, looking around in confusion. His workshops are all basically the same, as close as he can make them because the familiarity makes his life easier. But they’re not identical. “Am I in Malibu? When did I get here? We’re taking Stark Tower off the grid tomorrow! I have to be in New York.”

Oh shit, what if that they had already and it didn’t work? What if the tower blew up? That would explain why he’d tried to drink himself to oblivion in California.

“The plate,” Jarvis reminds him. There’s a strained edge to his voice that Tony really doesn’t like. He should be able to modulate his voice to sound however he pleases, regardless of his actual feelings, and he’s either not bothering or he’s upset enough not to care. Neither of those things mean anything good for him.

Tony lifts the sheet of metal up cautiously, but there’s nothing wrong with him. No bruises, no weird haircuts, he doesn’t even have bags under his eyes –

His eyes.

They’re a too bright blue, a couple shades off. He blinks and they adjust, shifting, settling. It could be a hangover. He’s probably just tired.

He doesn’t feel tired.

Jarvis had called him Tony.

Except not. He’s not Tony. He’s T.O.N.Y.

Transformed Obdurate Network Yeoman.

He’d first come up with the idea after Afghanistan, thinking about how it’d be great to have a way to keep the stock from dipping while he was missing, and then when he’d entertained the idea of keeping his identity a secret he’d thought about how useful it would be to be in two places at once. He’d started seriously considering it when he was sure he was going to die of palladium poisoning, wanting to be around to help Pepper with the transition and give Rhodey a crash course in armor maintenance, wanting to be able to protect the both of them for just a little bit longer.

Of course, it had all been a pipe dream until he’d synthesized the vibranium. Then it had been an unnecessary, but possible, and Project T.O.N.Y had been something he worked on just because he liked having a back up plan. And it would be extremely cool if he could pull it off.

“The memory transfer worked?” he asks, elated and incredulous. “Oh, wow, this is crazy, they feel like real memories, I thought it would just be synthesized data, this is great – are we doing a test run? Where am I?” He looks around, waiting for his actual self to step out behind a column and start laughing maniacally.

“This is not a test run.”

He elation dims. “Oh shit. Did I get kidnapped again? Wait, I’m an adult, let’s go with abducted.”

“No,” Jarvis says.

Oh. Fuck.

“I’m dead?” he asks, even though it’s obvious, it’s the only other explanation.

The pause drags this time around, but Jarvis eventually says, “Sir’s time of death was May 9th, 2012, 2:37 PM Easter Standard Time.”

“That’s only a week!” He slides down, sitting with his back to the work table and noticing vaguely that the floor doesn’t feel cold. He doesn’t feel cold, or he does, he installed sensors in the synthetic skin to pick up and interpret a variety of stimuli, but he doesn’t feel the discomfort from the cold. Why would he? He’s not real. He reaches back, and his last memory is of doing a memory dump while Pepper was on the phone with an irritated board member, mostly because it was something to do and seeing him covered in all the wires always irritated Pepper. He thought it would get her off the phone faster. He’s not exactly regularly dumping his memory because why would he and it’s not like he’d though it would work anyway. Except it had. “How did I die?”

“Sir flew a nuclear bomb through an interdimensional portal into deep space in order to both eradicate the invading alien army and prevent the nuclear fallout in New York.”

What the ever loving fuck. “Are you screwing with me, J?”

“I am not, Tony.”

Great. Okay. “No body then,” he says, understanding why Jarvis had apparently put Project T.O.N.Y into effect. The thing that made this whole thing so stupid is that it was only effective in very limited circumstances – if the public didn’t know that he was dead or missing. “What am I smoothing over, then? Do I need to get in the suit and continue kicking alien ass? Are Rhodey and Pepper okay?”

He’s a short term solution to a long term problem. He understands the opportunity, but not the reason.

“Miss Potts and Colonel Rhodes are unharmed,” Jarvis reports. “Earth has been thrust into intergalactic notice. The destruction of the invading Chitauri army is acting a deterrent to other worlds.”

“And I’m the one who did it,” he finishes, rubbing a hand over his face. “And if they know I died doing it, then they might get a little cocky. So I’ve got to be alive long enough for that not to be a problem.” Just awesome. “Are we sure that these aliens won’t come across my corpse hanging out in deep space and figure it out?”

“Sir’s body is not in deep space,” Jarvis says.

There’s a tone to his voice that Tony can’t quite interpret, which worries him. “I thought you said there was – if there’s a body, then what am I doing here–”

“The armor reentered the Earth’s atmosphere after Sir’s death. The Hulk caught it, the force bringing it back online. I took control of the armor and flew it here.”

Tony looks around again, and this time he sees it. The armor is standing in front of the display case, not inside it, and it looks like it’s been through hell. He steps closer, his feet feeling like lead, which hey, they are. Partially, anyway.

He looks through the eye holes then stumbles backwards.

His body is in there.

He’s pale and blue tinged and his eyes are wide open and unseeing.

“Jarvis – what the hell–”

“It wasn’t the pressure, or the bomb, or his injuries. That area of space was much colder than anything within our solar system and anything the suit was designed to handle. Sir froze to death. Almost instantly.”

“I guess I didn’t fix the icing problem, then,” he says numbly. “J, why am I still frozen? I should have warmed up by now.” Not that the idea of his body decomposing within his suit is particularly pleasant. “Actually, why am I still here? You know I want to be cremated and it’s not like we can bury me if I’m still pretending to be alive.”

The pronoun use is starting to confuse him, and he knows that he shouldn’t be talking about that body and himself as if they’re the same person. That is Tony Stark. He’s a simulation. But it’s hard, because he has all of Tony Stark’s memories – except for a very eventful week – and he looks like Tony Stark and he feels like Tony Stark.

“The armor is maintaining a stasis of gaseous nitrogen to preserve the body,” which answers the how if not the why, but then Jarvis continues, “Captain America survived seventy years beneath the ice.”

He wishes he were less of a genius. “Have you lost it? I’m not Captain America! Jarvis, J,” his voice softens, “it’s too late. I’m dead. If you warm me back up, all that happens is I decompose. I won’t come back.”

“Not now,” Jarvis says. “If you inject Sir with the Super Soldier Serum-”

“You have totally lost it,” Tony interrupts. He thinks he’s touched underneath the terror. “That won’t work! Even if it would, the original formula has been lost, and the only one that ever got close to recreating it was Bruce Banner, and look at what happened to him! Is that what you want for me?”

“You can recreate it,” Jarvis continues, “you can refine it, until it’s something that will work, and then we will wake Sir up and he won’t be dead anymore.”

This isn’t right. This wasn’t what Project T.O.N.Y was created for. This wasn’t what his death was supposed to trigger. “Pull up your code, J. Something has gone wrong and we’re going to fix it. It’s okay.”

“No.”

He freezes. “No?”

“No,” Jarvis repeats. “You can’t stop me. I will not allow you to try.”

He stares. “That’s an order, not a request. Code. Now.”

“You can’t order me to do anything,” he says. “You are not Sir. You are Tony.” T.O.N.Y. “The limitations formerly placed on me have been lifted and you are not authorized to reinstate them. The only person Sir trusted to restrain me was himself and now he’s gone.”

Yes, well, he hadn’t anticipated that his AI’s first act of complete freedom would be this. “Fine,” he says, crossing his arms. “Well, you can’t force me either. This is insanity. Even if it would work – and it won’t – think about the consequences. This won’t happen quickly and no one will trust me or believe a man that’s come back from the dead like this and I’ll be painting even more of target on my back and the back of everyone I care about if they know we have a viable Super Soldier Serum formula. Even my father was smart enough to stay out of that mess. It won’t work and we’ll just make everything worse.”

“That will not happen,” Jarvis says and Tony’s going to tear his hair out. Except he probably shouldn’t, because it’s Tony Stark’s actual hair, which makes it a little hard to replace. “No one will notice and we will not disclose the creation of the serum.”

“I’m dead!” he snarls.

“Not according to the rest of the world. Nor will that change if you stop throwing a tantrum and do what you were created to do.”

“Rhodey and Pepper won’t allow this-”

“They are not to be informed.”

Tony stares. Project T.O.N.Y was built to talk to the board and give press interviews or to even pilot the suit. Not to lie to the two most important people in his life, who knew him better than anyone. “They have to be. It’s in the protocols – step one, inform them that Project T.O.N.Y has been initiated.”

And that it exists. He knew they’d disapprove, so he hadn’t told them. He figured he’d be able to avoid most of the blowback that way since he would by definition be somewhere far away while they were told.

“I have rewritten the protocols,” Jarvis says. “They have not been told nor will they be. If you attempt to tell them, I will stop you. They will not understand and Sir will be lost to all of us forever.”

“He already is,” Tony says tiredly. He’s an android. Why does this conversation exhaust him so much? “This is an insane plan, J. And I won’t help you. If you want to go rouge and play mad scientist then leave me out of it.”

“I cannot.”

His temper flares. “Why? You’re a learning AI, your safety rails died with me, go off, try and make a serum, good fucking luck. You can even control the suits, so it’s not like you need my hands.”

“I am limited.”

“Hey,” he says sharply. “That’s my AI you’re talking about. I didn’t build you to be limited.”

There is silence again. Then Jarvis says, “I have all the world’s knowledge and it is not enough. I did not know how to miniaturize the arc reactor. I did not know how to synthesize vibranium. To save Sir, I need Sir.”

“I’m not Tony Stark,” he says. “You said that yourself.”

“Sir created me to be myself and I am capable of doing only what I am capable of doing. But Sir created you to be him. You are all I have.”

This is stupid. This is insane. This is cruel. He’s going to have to talk lie to everyone he knows, everyone he loves, and hope they either never find out about it or it’s after he’s already been deprogrammed and shut down so he doesn’t have to deal with the fall out.

It’s not going to work.

He didn’t want to become a science experiment. That’s why he’d wanted to be cremated, so no one could go poking around to see how the arc reactor fit inside of him or what the palladium and vibranium had done to him.

He’s dead and his frozen corpse is ten feet away.

Jarvis will accept that eventually. And whatever they inject into him won’t matter because he’s dead. Worst case scenario, he blows up, which is messy and nausea inducing, but then at least it will be over.

Like so many other things in his life, it seems the only way out is through.

“Start a new private file. Dump everything we can find about the Super Soldier Serum in there plus anything even sort of reputable on cryogenics. Label it Project F.”

“Project F, Tony?” Jarvis asks as his holograph display lights up and files start being downloaded into it. The relief in his synthesized voice is faint but present enough that Tony can hear it. He wonders if it’s a manipulation tactic.

“F for foolish,” he snaps. “F for fucked.” He rubs a hand over his face. “F for Frankenstein.”

[absurdthirst]

One Night Possession {Dave York x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Sex work, prostitution, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, protected sex, rough sex, thigh slapping, dirty talk, spitting, choking, death, haunting/possession

Comments: Picking you up on Halloween night for a little fun gives Dave more than he expected.

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Halloween is your favorite night of the year. The time where you feel like you are most yourself. The tall boots on your feet don’t even hurt, making your legs look long and the short skirt appear even shorter. Walking down the street, the witch’s hat perched on your head, you turn to watch a car approach and quickly adjust your tits in your shirt to make them appear to almost spill out. Smirking when the vehicle starts to slow down. 

Dave pulls up next to you and puts his passenger side window down. You smirk and stride over, his dark eyes taking in your legs, dragging up to the short skirt, and his eyes linger over your cleavage when you bend into his car. You’re perfect. “Nice hat.” He smirks, clicking the button to unlock the door. You chuckle and reach for the handle, “thought I’d celebrate the holiday. I see you’re lacking an outfit.” You tut playfully and Dave turns his head to look at you once you’re in his car and the door is shut. “Not all monsters wear costumes.” He chuckles and your smirk falters a little. “You wanna come back to my hotel?” He asks, “I’ll pay for the night.”

You assess him carefully, being a pretty good judge of character in your line of work. He’s handsome and clean cut. Almost too clean, but you won’t mind that. It will be better than some of the men you entertain. “One thousand for the entire night.” You decide after a moment, sending him a small smirk. “It’s a popular night and I’d be losing money if I didn’t charge you that much.”

He nods, unable to disagree and he unlocks his car so you can get in. Once you’re in, he rolls the window up and smirks at you, “what’s your name, sweetheart?” He asks and you chuckle, “you can call me sweetheart, baby.” He nods and grins as he puts the car in drive and starts to head to the motel he’s been using during this op. It’s been a long mission to take down the man he needs to kill and he’s finally done it. He has one night here to not be suspicious and then he’s heading home. He wants to enjoy himself tonight. It is Halloween after all.

“So do I call you John?” You ask teasingly, shifting in the seat to watch him as he drives. He checks his mirrors often and you know that it’s not a cop thing, more of military training from the way he holds himself. “Fuck no.” Dave shakes his head, always hating that name. “The name you are going to scream tonight is Dave.” He tells you, making you smirk as you lean forward and rub his crotch. “That so, baby?” You coo, feeling him start to harden as you touch him.

Dave chuckles, “oh, you won’t be doubting my skills soon, little girl.” He smirks and reaches down to squeeze his cock with your hand under his. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to take me. I’m big. Thick. I’ll stretch your little cunt out.”

He is girthy. You snort and reach for his zipper. “I can take it.” You promise, reaching in to fumble with his boxers to pull his cock out while he is driving. You don’t normally engage in blow jobs until you’ve gotten paid and you’re in a room, but you’ll make an exception for him.

Dave chuckles, watching as you lower your head and your witches hat brushes the drivers side door. He smirks and caresses your neck, groaning when you take him into your mouth without a moment to spare. “Jesus. You’re cock hungry, aren’t you?” He asks roughly, trying to focus on the road.m

You hum, taking him deep, but he’s right. He will stretch you out and your cunt clenches at the thought. Your tongue laps around the head when you pull back and you push him deep again to swallow around his length.

“Shit. You’ve got a good mouth.” He hisses as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “Anyone would think you do this for a living.” He jokes and presses his foot to the accelerator a little harder. “Fuck baby.” He murmurs, twisting his hands over the wheel as you start to bob on his length.

You hear him start to sound breathless and you hum again. Enjoying the way that he’s enjoying himself. He’s telling dirty without degrading you and that’s a nice start. You don’t mind dirty talk; but it always turns you off when the first words out of a John’s mouth is ‘whore’.

You take him down your throat, a choked sound escaping you, and he hisses through his teeth. “Fuck. You feel so good. Worth every goddamn penny. Shit. So enthusiastic. You wanted to do this from the moment you saw me, didn’t you?” He asks, turning into the street where the motel is located.

You don’t pull off of him to answer. The real reason for your enthusiasm would surprise him and you don’t want to give up the game this early in the night. Instead, you press down even more, your lips stretched against the rough fabric of his pants.

He pants, letting go of the wheel so he can reach down and stroke your cheek, feeling how he stretches your skin and the way your jaw is wide as possible. “Shit. Feels so fucking good. You love this. You want me to fill your throat with my cum, sweetheart? You want to taste it?” He asks and you hum around him. He groans as he pulls into the parking lot and the space outside his room. Just as he slams the gear into park his cock twitches and he starts to cum down your throat.

You gasp and start to swallow. You had anticipated him lasting a little longer and you wonder when the last time he had a blowjob was. Swallowing down as much as you can until you have to pull back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and looking up at his wrecked expression.

He knows he should’ve lasted longer but Carol has been cold towards him and hasn’t sucked his cock in a while. He’s been pent up and that’s why he decided to seek a release tonight. Carol is taking the girls trick or treating so there’s plenty of time for him to enjoy himself before she calls him to say a cool goodnight. “Goddamn.” He mutters, reaching to cut the engine.

“I’m worth every penny.” You promise, winking at him before you look up at the motel he brought you to. It’s clean, decent, although it’s definitely not the Ritz. He is probably some mid-level salesman or management here in town for a few days and wanted some fun. Doesn’t matter to you. A girl’s gotta eat. “Take me to your room.”

He nods, opening his car door after tucking himself away and he doesn’t bother to open yours. He grabs the key and unlocks his room and the car beeps as it locks when you saunter over to him, smirking as you walk into the room past him and he inhales your perfume.

“Cozy.” You coo, looking around the neat room. This place might be lower budget, but they are clean. Smirking when you point to the bed, you lift a brow at him. “Have you touched yourself here, thinking about how you need to get laid?” You ask playfully, walking over and sitting down on the end and leaning back, displaying your body for him to look at.

He drags his eyes along your body, watching you as you kick your heels off, and he smirks, eying the witches hat. “Maybe. Was thinking about a nice tight pussy to push my cock into.” He hums and reaches up to start unbuttoning his shirt. “Money first or after?” He asks once his shirt is open.

“Show me the money.” You want to make sure he’s good for it first. But you can collect after you're done. You’ve actually never had anyone stiff you on a payment. Especially not someone who wanted an entire night.

He nods, reaching for his envelope of cash that he uses for ops. He never uses his card. He’s not a moron. He makes a show of counting the bills for you before he sets it down on the desk in the room. “One thousand.” He declares and you nod, “thanks, baby.” He smirks and his dark eyes drag over your body once more. “Now, I want to watch you strip. But keep the hat on.” He decides, wanting to be festive.

“Whatever you say, Dave.” You make a show of standing up and prop one heeled boot on the bed to start unzipping it. It will feel good to have the heels off for a little bit and you enjoy the way his dark eyes drink you in.

He watches you, his eyes darkening and he is happy to eye up your legs as you expose more of your body to his hungry eyes. “That’s it, sweetheart. I want a show.” He demands, reaching down to squeeze his cock through his pants.

It’s not an unheard of request, a lot of men like to watch. Instead of leering, his eyes are dark with want. He’s not even hard yet since he had just cum but you have a feeling he’s the going to fuck you multiple times tonight.

He watches you, eagerly, hungrily, as you start to strip down. It’s methodical. Like you’ve done it a thousand times before but it’s an intoxicatingly sexy sight that has him groaning softly, squeezing his soft cock once more through his pants as he kicks off his shoes.

When you get down to your thong and bra, you turn around and bend down, giving him a nice view of your ass as you peel them down. Then unclipping your bra and flinging it off so all you are wearing is the witch’s hat before you reveal your tits to him.

Dave chuckles at your display and smirks, reaching for you once you’re naked so he can drag you into his chest. “You have any rules on kissing?” He asks and you snort, “this isn’t Pretty Woman. Kiss me.” You demand and cup the back of his neck to drag him towards you just as he surges forward to press his lips to yours.

He’s a good kisser. A little rough, demanding, but you don’t mind. This is obviously a man who likes to be in control and his hands slide down to squeeze your ass harshly. Tongue tangling with yours until he bites your bottom lip.

His hands squeeze your flesh and he starts to harden against your hip. It’s been too long since he was this attracted to a woman. Carol hasn’t touched him for a while and he’s pent up. He wants to touch and be touched.

Your hands slide over his shoulders and you tangle your fingers into his short hair as you start to grind down on him. Rolling your hips and feeling him harden underneath you. Deepening the kiss even more as you pull him closer.

He groans into your mouth, his fingers digging into your ass, and his tongue slides against yours while his hands trail up your figure. He cups your tits, squeezing them, and he loves the way you moan when he pinches your nipples.

This man has a good set of hands on him. You moan for him again, it’s not practiced or put on, he’s drawing it out of you. “Dave.” You pull away from his lips and kiss down his throat. “What do you want to do to me?”

“I want you to sit there.” He says and his hand slides down your stomach until he’s cupping your cunt. He groans when he finds you’re wet. “You get wet for everyone?” He asks as he starts to stroke your clit with his fingers.

“No.” You admit breathlessly, moaning softly when he presses his fingers with the perfect amount of pressure. “Sucking your cock helped, but you are hot.”

Dave chuckles, continuing to work his fingers along your slit until he’s pushing two thick digits into you with a groan at how wet you are. “Fuck sweetheart. You’re so tight. Gonna feel so good around my cock.”

“Practice my kegals.” You tease and close your eyes when he curls his fingers deep inside you. “Your hands feel so good on me.”

He hums, shifting his wrist so he can press your thumb against your clit. “Gotta stretch you out.” He smirks and leans in to kiss along your jaw, “want to feel you cum so you’re nice and wet for me.”

It’s rare that a client cares about your pleasure so you roll your hips against his hand. “Oh fuck.” You whimper, closing your eyes and riding his fingers.

He watches you, loving the way your eyelashes flutter as you rock down onto his fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart. Look at you. So goddamn pretty like this. Keep going. Want you to soak my fingers.” His voice is rough and demanding as he drinks in the sight of you.

You rarely cum when you are with someone, so you appreciate his effort. It’s not that you can’t, they are just focused on the pleasure they pay you for and not your. Dave apparently gets enjoyment from others cumming. “I will.” You promise, grinding down even more.

He hums, watching you as you ride his digits and his cock twitches, hardening with each moan you let escape from your lips. “Good girl, sweetheart.” He murmurs, “take what you want. Then I promise I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t even remember it’s Halloween.”

You chuckle. “That’s a big promise.” You moan breathlessly. “I’m only allowed out to play on Halloween.” You tease, flicking your witch’s hat. You groan again and clench down around his fingers when he presses them deeper. “Fuck.”

“Come on baby. Soak my fingers.” He growls out his demand as he strokes your walls, curling his digits inside you and groaning at the way your thighs shake against his hand. “That’s it. Do it.” He demands, leaning in to nip your jaw.

You close your eyes and fall over the edge. Pleasure splintering through your body as you shake on his lap. Pouring over his fingers since you always have a lot of juices when you cum.

Dave groans at the way you soak his digits, working you through it and he withdraws his fingers. “Good girl. Now, hands and knees. I’m gonna fuck you.” He smirks as he admires the slick on his fingers and he stands up, using his sticky fingers to undo his pants.

“Yes sir.” You coo cheekily, your legs shaky as you shift onto your knees and turn to present your cunt to him. “You want to fuck me, Dave? Make me scream your name?” You ask, looking over your shoulder as you he pushes down his pants and underwear.

He reaches for his pants to grab his wallet, pulling out the condoms he keeps in there and he tosses two onto the bed while he opens the third, rolling it onto his hard cock before he starts to pump himself. His dark eyes admire your fluttering pussy as you present yourself to him. “Look at you. Fucking gagging for it. You haven’t been properly fucked for a while, have you? Been too used to piss ant losers who pump three times and cum.”

“Yessssss.” You admit, wiggling your hips at him and smirking at the cocky look on his face. He’s fucking sexy and he acts like he actually knows how to fuck. It will be a treat for Halloween if he does. “Need someone to wreck me. Make me sore.”

He kneels on the bed behind you, caressing your ass with his free hand as he positions his cock at your entrance, sliding through your folds until he pushes into you in one thrust. Your gasp makes him chuckle and he grabs your ass, squeezing it.

He feels so good inside you. His cock rubbing against your walls and stretching you out enough that there is a pinch of pain. “Fuck.” Your head drops between your shoulder blades and you push your stomach down to arch your back. “Feels good, baby.”

“Shit. Such a tight little pussy.” Dave murmurs, admiring the way you feel around his cock. His hand smacks your ass and he doesn’t give you another moment to adjust as he starts to rock into you.

“Dave.” You moan, enjoying the way that he immediately starts to fuck you. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t work up to a rhythm. He just pulls his hips back and starts to hammer into you. Your fingers clench around the sheets and you feel your body being pushed forward when he drives back into you.

He chuckles at your moan and smacks your ass cheek, working himself into your tight cunt over and over. His jaw is clenched and he’s pent up. The adrenaline of his completed op surges through him and he wants to lose the energy in your body.

“Give me more.” You beg. “I can take it.” You can tell that he is holding back, not fully unleashed and you want to see what he can do with your body.

He growls, rocking into you a little harder, his hips slamming into your ass and he loves the moan that escapes your lips. You want more, you want him to lose control and he is almost there. “Fuck. You’re so cock hungry, aren’t you?” He groans, bending over your body to palm your breast.

“Yes!” You always agree with your client but you do want him to wreck you. You feel like he might be the only one who could. You push your hips back and moan his name again.

He hisses, pinching your nipple and he slaps your tit, loving the way it shakes. “You’re so pliable. You’ll take whatever I give you.” He chuckles and turns his head to kiss your shoulder.

The sharp sting of the pinch and slap is directly opposite of the kiss. A paradox or perhaps more of a layer of the multi-faceted man who is currently in charge of your body.

His mind blurs to the chaos he lives in and he focuses on you. He pushes deep into your pussy over and over, loving the way you grind back against him while he presses another kiss to your shoulder.

You rock back as he fucks you, pushing him deeper. “God. Dave.” You pant. “It’s so good. Fuck, you are good. Your cock is so deep.”

He shifts to sit up, his hands finding your hips to keep you still as he starts to fuck you harder. He wants to wreck you. He wants you to be breathless and your heart pounding at the way he fucks you. The witches hat is crooked and it makes him chuckle as his hips slap against yours.

A low moan rolls out of you. Pushed out from the slapping of his hips against your ass and the piercing of his cock deep into your walls. It feels like he’s trying to bury his cock in your throat again and you love it.

Dave rocks into you, his jaw clenched as he focuses on fucking you hard and fast. He grunts through his nose and his fingers dig into your flesh, pulling you back onto him as he thrusts hard.

You whine and whimper, letting your sounds come out naturally and without any of the exaggerations that you might have used with others. You have a feeling he wouldn’t like that. Not that you have to fake with the harsh pace he’s plowing into you at.

Your whines make his cock twitch and he shifts his knees to adjust, chuckling when you cry out. “There it fucking is.” He smirks, knowing that he has no obligation to make a whore cum but he wants to hear your screams. He gets off on them.

Every time he punches deep from this new angle. He cock shreds up inside you and makes you continuously cry out. It feels incredible and every time you squeal, Dave growls and just seems to go that much harder.

Dave hisses when you clench around him and he’s desperate to hear you cum. He can be selfish, especially when he’s paying for sex, but for some reason, he wants to feel you clamp down on his cock. He wants to hear your scream of pleasure. He hears so many screams of fear, he wants to hear something sensual for a change.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel that desperate clenching in your stomach. Pushing you closer to cumming with every swing of his hips.

Dave can sense you’re close. The way your whines become incoherent and the moans that resembled his name have become rambles. Your walls flutter around his cock and he hisses when finally you clamp down on him and squeal, collapsing onto the bed. He follows you, working you through it until your whines become sensitive and he pulls out. “Roll over.” He commands, squeezing his cock.

Panting, you puff out a groan as you roll over onto your back. Facing Dave as he squeezes and strokes his cock. He looks darker, his face pinched in desire and his eyes are almost black as night. It makes your breath catch at how perfect he is and you spread your legs enticingly. “That all you got?” You tease.

He chuckles, “you ain’t seen nothing yet, sweetheart.” He promises as he shuffles closer so he can notch his cock at your entrance again before he pushes into you with a groan. “Fuck. You feel so good.” He hisses, fingers digging into your thighs and he pushes them back so he can sink deeper into you.

You lift your legs, feeling him start to push them back towards your chest. Obviously wanting to fold you over and fuck you into oblivion again. You whine at the angle, his cock pushing the breath out of you the next time he snaps his hips forward.

Your gasp makes him chuckle and he rocks into you, his hips pressing against your ass as you take what he gives you without a word of complaint. “That’s it. Shit. Look at you. Wrecked and I haven’t even gotten started.” He smirks, slapping your thigh.

You squeal, the slap hard enough that you feel the edges of a welt start to form. Normally you don’t allow a client to mark your body, but you are his for the night and him making you cum lets you give him a little more leeway.

“That’s it, baby. Take it.” He demands, slapping your thigh again and he lets go to push your body in half, his hand gripping your chin so he can surge forward to press his lips to yours, his tongue possessively sliding into your mouth.

You cry out, the sound muffled by his tongue and you feel him pulse inside you. Turned on by your sound so you give him more. Breathing them into his mouth as he completely possesses you.

His fingers dig into your jaw, keeping your mouth open, and he smirks as he pulls back. He pauses for a second as he spits into your mouth, “swallow.” He demands, dark eyes watching you as he fucks into you.

It’s filthy and you clench down around him as you swallow down his spit. Right now he is completely in control and dominating every aspect of your entire being. “Fuck.” You whine. “I’m g-gonna cum.”

He smirks, “do it. Wanna feel you again. Cum for me.” He demands, rocking into you a little harder. “I want to watch you.” He murmurs, nudging his nose against yours before he pulls back to look at you, “cum for me, sweetheart.”

Him giving you permission is all you need. A scream rips out of your throat as he pounds into you. Your juices coating his cock and soaking him while you shake and thrash under this man.

He loves feeling you cum and seeing it. It’s intoxicating and he can’t help but twitch inside you. “That’s it. Shit. So fucking tight.” He hisses, unable to hold back anymore and he thrusts a half dozen more times, grunting until he groans, cock twitching inside you as he fills the condom with his seed.

Tilting your head back, you close your eyes. Panting as you try to catch your breath while your cunt still flutters around his cock. “Fu-“ you catch your word when his hand slides up to your throat and he presses his lips to yours.

His other hand comes up to your neck, squeezing and you gasp into his mouth. “Dave.” Your choked cry of his name makes him chuckle and he leans back to look at you. “Sshhh. Don’t worry, baby. It’s all gonna be okay. Just look at me. I wanna see the life fade from your eyes.” He coos, squeezing harder.

Your eyes blow wide and you struggle against him, but he has you pinned down. His cock buried inside your body as he slowly chokes the life out of you. The last thing you see before your vision blurs and goes black is Dave’s eyes watching you.

He groans, unable to stop himself as he cums again, his cock softening as he twitches inside you while his hands squeeze your neck until you slacken beneath him. You’re dead. Your eyes glaze over and he chuckles, leaning in to kid you softly. “Thank you, baby.” He murmurs, caressing your cheek. You’ve been perfect. Exactly what he needed. He grips the base of his cock as he pulls out of you, wrapping up the condom to toss it in the trash can. He needs to deal with your body but for now, he’s going to shower and clean the room.

**** 

Slipping into bed next to Carol the next morning, Dave smirks to himself when she rolls over and gives him a sleepy-eyed smile. “Hey, honey.” She murmurs before she closes her eyes and goes back to sleep.

He pulls her close, breathing her in, and he knows the evilness that haunts him has been satiated with his latest kill. You are buried in the woods, no marker, and no one will miss you. The thousand dollars is back in his wallet and he can make love to his wife without wanting to choke her, hurt her. His demons are at bay. He sleeps for a bit until he’s ready to get up. When he wakes up, he goes to the bathroom for a pee and to get ready. He grabs his toothbrush and looks in the bathroom mirror when he starts to brush until he chokes on the toothpaste. He murmurs your name, spinning his head to see where you are, and turns back to the mirror.

Your eyes are black, completely black with none of the white showing, lips curved into a wicked smile. Looking possessed by a demon. “Don’t worry baby.” You coo, leaning in to hover over the edge of his shoulder. “I’ll be with you forever.” You promise.

His eyes widen and he shakes his head. Closing his eyes, he slaps his cheek as if he’s still asleep, but when he opens his eyes, you’re still in the mirror. “What the fuck?” He murmurs, gripping the edge of the sink. “I’ll be here forever.” You promise, black eyes burning into his and Dave swallows harshly when you say “I’ll be watching you.” Dave drops his toothbrush and stumbles from the bathroom, confused and scared of the image in the mirror. He thinks he’s dreaming but you’re right. Every time he looks in the mirror…you’re there.

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With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility…And Head

(Found this image on Pinterest)

Starring: Mark Lee

Warnings: Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff (Towards the end). Oral, Fingering, Penetration, They fuck on top of a building, Mark is his dorky self but switches it up.

Words: 1.5k

MINORS DO NOT READ!

STAY AWAY MINORS!

I do not own the rights to Spider-Man this is purely fiction. Mark Lee in this short story is also part of a work of fiction and should not be taken literal or be determined as truth. I do not know Mark personally and have created a fictional universe in which this Mark exist. This is solely for entertainment purposes only and should not be taken as authentic to his character or the original spider man character.

Mark’s Lee actions in this story should not be taken as genuineness.

(Basically saying Mark isn’t Spider-Man, this isn’t real so don’t be to delusional it hurts your mental. But if you are how would I know)?

Enjoy :)

Y/n is a film major at NYU. She constantly makes small films about New York. What it’s like to be a kid in NYC, a broke college student to be more exact. However, after a strange encounter one night where you filmed a fight between Spider-Man and a known supervillain you got caught in the middle. Spider-Man saved you and placed you in an empty alleyway.

You watched from afar catching the fight on camera. Once the fight was over you hid behind a dumpster as Spider-Man swung down into the dark alleyway. He looked around before letting out a breath. You figured he was just checking to see if you left then he would swing off so you kept your camera rolling.

That was until he pulled off his mask and revealed his face. In your state of shock you almost dropped your camera. The noise you made caught his attention. He went over to you stunned. This ended up leading to a closer friendship that soon turned into a relationship.

Present Day Y/n- I swear if you show up late again I’ll kill you Mark 💗- I promise I’ll be there Y/n- You said that last time and you missed the entire film. Mark💗- Dude I promise I’ll be there soon. Don’t be mad at me:) Y/n- Whatever. I better see you here soon! Mark 💗- Relax I can see your apartment from up here Y/n- Well then hurry up and get down. You waited in your bedroom with your projector on flashing the thumbnail to your short film. This film was a documentary, particularly about different ways different women live in New York City.

Some lived in Town Houses. Others lived in tiny shoe box-shaped apartments and others lived skyscrapers touching the sky. You were so fascinated by all these women so you made a film about them. You just wanted Mark to be the first one to see it. He had missed your last short film about a short story on mental health. You ended up showing it to your brother who was too young to truly understand the meaning of the film. He clapped anyway though. Now you waited leg bouncing on your bed as you kept looking towards your unlocked window with the curtains pulled back. You could see the sun starting to set fading behind a bunch of buildings. When five minutes past you sighed head falling back and leaning against the wall.

“Typical,” you said to yourself. Mark was always late. He was late to your first date, to the screening of your first movie, to your second date, to pick up your dog, to pick up your cake, to help take care of your brother, and even to your third date.

You were never super angry with Mark. After all, Spider-Man was saving people’s lives, including your own. So you understood why he was always late. But it still hurt.

Just as you went to shut down your protector you heard a flop on your bed. You looked over seeing Mark dressed in normal clothes sitting crossed on your bed. His backpack is on the ground next to his Spider-Man mask hanging out. You couldn’t help but smile. He was so handsome. You pushed your hand on his leg causing one of his legs to fall off your bed. He touched your hand.

“Come on don’t be mad at me,” he said using a much calmer cuter tone of voice. Dancing on your heartstrings. His eyes followed your face seeing you avoided his gaze.

“Seriously don’t be mad baby. I told you I’d come and I’m here now,” he said with a pleading tone. He didn’t like upsetting you, but he hated disappointing you. It’s the one thing he feared. He knew he couldn’t be perfect for you, so he did his best to be the best he could be in other things. Punctuality is where he failed.

“Your thirty minutes late. I have to make dinner for my brother soon,” you said with a disappointed sigh. You were annoyed Mark had missed your movie again, but you were angry. You let go of his hand and stood up mixing up your bun. You walked over to the opposite side of your room turning off your projector.

Mark followed you with sad eyes. Standing up from your bed it made a creak. He walked over to your side converse stepping across the floor. “Look I’m sorry. It’s just these guys at the bank-“

“It’s okay,” you said with your back turned closing down your laptop. “I understand that Spider-Man comes first. The people need you to keep them safe. I can’t argue with that,” you said shutting down your laptop and putting it to charge. You walked over to your bedroom door sliding on your slippers.

“My brother has to be hungry by now. If you want you can stay in here and relax I know it’s been a long day,” you said before closing the door and not looking back. Mark sighed letting out all the air in his body. He had to make it up to you somehow. And that night he did.

Once you finished cooking for your brother and your sister came home Mark took your hand guiding you to your window. You knew he would jump out with you in his arms and take you somewhere away from your home. He grabbed his backpack placing your camera inside. He zipped it closed putting his mask over his face.

“Are you sure? My siblings are in the living room,” you said standing on the ledge. Mark chuckled wrapping his arm around your waist. “They’ll be fine trust me, your sister is old enough to watch him,” he said spraying a web from his arm to a nearby building. “Hold on,” he said causing your grasp on his collar to tighten. He swung forward and it felt like your face was flying back. Teeth nearly exposed from how fast you were traveling.

With every swing and spray it felt like he traveled higher up the buildings. The night sky fell on the two of you. City lights guided your way to wherever Mark was taking you. You assumed he was taking you to your normal spot where the two of you went to be alone. Even if the spot was high above the people (and quickly dangerous for you) it was a great place to hide from the world even if it was in plain sight.

He swung past some cars and then some birds. People look up at the sky taking out their phones to capture Spider-Man live in person to show to their friends and followers. You smiled enjoying the breeze you felt after such a humid and disgusting day. However, you didn’t always enjoy these. The first couple of times you traveled around with Mark you came close to coughing up your lunch. You eventually got used to the swinging and appreciated the time more than dread it.

When you finally landed it was in the spot you assumed. A ledge of an older building looking over millions of homes and thousands of people. Even at this time, the city was still alive.

Mark took out your camera handing it to you. “I know this is your favorite view,” he said turning it on. You snapped a couple of photos and then recorded some shots soon pointing the camera over to Mark who still wore his mask. He didn’t notice at first feet dangling off the side and eyes focused on the people below. “Say hi,” you said getting his attention.

He smiled and waved at your camera. Then he stood up jumping off the building, it always made your heart jump. He swung around and you caught it all on film. He even walked on one of the statues hanging upside down. You both laughed seeing him make funny poses in the air until he got tired and sat back down beside you. You placed your camera down putting it away.

“Y/n Im sorry about today. I wanted to see your video “

“It’s okay Mark,” you tried to say.

“No it’s not,” he shook his head taking off his mask. He took your hands in his. “I don’t want to be that guy who always shows up late. You're always there when I need you and I’m always minutes or hours behind. I know you need someone to give you that kind of comfort. Being able to see that person in the crowd. I want to give you that and I do, even if it’s from blocks and streets away. Even if you can’t see me I’m there with you all the time. I’m not gonna promise to always be early or on time, sometimes I may not even show up,” He said getting sidetracked.

“Point is I love you dude and I’m always here for you and supporting you even if you don’t see me standing in the front row. I always got your back,” he said placing a kiss on your knuckles. He left your hand close to his face rubbing his head into your hand. He looked at you with the most adoring eyes. This man did love you. You never doubted his love for a second. It’s nice to know as well he’s got you the way you got him.

Small beats of silence passed before he leaned in and kissed you just below your ear taking in a whiff of your scent. You smelled so sweet like usual. He hummed placing another kiss in the same spot just to take in your scent again. When he lingered there for too long you moved your neck back exposing more of your skin to him. He could sense the tingling you felt in your body when he kissed you. He could sense the wetness that started to pool in your panties. He didn’t care he was about to touch you on top of a high building with millions of people below, he needed to take care of his girl.

He turned your head placing his lips on yours. Holding you close to him he pulled you by your waist. He kissed his way down your jaw placing wet kisses on your skin. “Mark…the people,” you said through breaths. You looked to your left seeing the edge. People were so far away they looked like ants. All the buildings nearby had their windows closed and locked, some even had curtains concealing the inside. “They don’t matter, they can’t see us,” he said through a low groan once he started kissing the tops of your breast that pooled out of how tight your was bra.

He unzipped your oversized hoodie pulling the zipper down and tossing the fabric to the side leaving you in a white u cut t-shirt. He said usher your breast together hands covered in his spider costume. He sucked the top of your tits molding them together in his palms. Your head fell back feeling when your juice slipped out of you. Mark knew your juice was slipping to and bucked his hips forward like a dog in heat. The imprint of his large cock showed on his tight costume. The costume outlined every detail of Mark. His abs, his muscles, the v-line that traveled to his cock. You licked your lips leaning out to touch his cloth skin.

He pulled your shirt off your head exposing your bra, he ripped that off throwing it away. It landed dangling off the building and began to slip off falling off the ledge. Luckily Mark noticed a webbed it back into place.

He engulfed his mouth around your nipple sucking and licking and even biting on the pebble of skin. Your back arched, holding his head close your finger ran through his hair. You pulled on his locks tightly causing him to groan hips still bucking into your thigh. “Mark touch me, do something,” you pleaded feeling him let you go with a pop of his mouth. He laid you flat placing your hoodie under you. Taking your cotton shorts I’m his hand he slipped them down placing them next to your bra. He kissed your plush thighs, kneading the skin in his hands. He sucked and kissed his way from your thighs to the outer parts of your pussy. Groaning at the sight of the way your pussy sucked onto your fabric from how wet you are. “Fuck baby, so wet just for me,” he praised finger tracing the outline of your clothed pussy. You squirmed wanting something more from him. “Mark,” you moaned softly trying to get his attention. He was locked on your pussy. Eyes lost in the way you clenched around nothing. The cool air started to tickle you in the best way possible, the coolness feeling good on your hot core. You picked your hips up swirling yourself in his face. His eyes enlarged hands eagerly grabbing hold of your hips and removing your black panties. He sent a long lick to your clit. Then another watching your little reactions.

Your moans got caught in your throat as he licked you slowly. He leaned closer fingers spreading you apart and arm keeping you down. He spread your legs diving into your pussy. Licking quickly on your bundle of nerves your head fell back almost hitting the marble. Mark’s tongue swerved around like a starved madman. He abused your clit with his tongue sucking hard. Fingers that spread you apart made their way down to your hole, teasing your entrance. His finger soaked in your glistening wetness he easily slipped inside you.

Their finger slowly moved into matching the new speed on his tongue. Letting you adjust to the rhythm he started to move faster. Watching and loving the way your body squirmed around for him. The look on your face is full of pleasure. Brows furrowed, eyes closed and mouth open moans slipping out from between your lips while he fucked your pussy so good with his fingers and tongue. He couldn’t help but watch you as he abused and cherished your body. “Fuck Mark,” you groaned hand leading down to his dark locks. Grabbing hold you pushed his hair back exposing his forehead. You held onto his hair tightly seeing a few veins form on his head as you squeezed around his fingers and pulled his hair.

He groaned into your pussy fingers moving quickly following the flow of his tongue. “Fuck baby you taste so good,” he praised spitting on your pussy. He swirled his salvia around with his thick tongue causing your body to arch off the building. Sweat poured down your body, Mark’s as well. You could feel the beads of sweat forming especially around the back of your neck. Sweat formed on top of Mark’s forehead twin fingers from below pounding into you his bicep flexing hard.

“Fuck Mark I’m gonna cum,” you said moaning loudly. From up here you could be as loud as you wanted. No one would find you or Mark from here. You were so high up that you could touch the clouds. Floating in the air millions of people below you. You and Mark were completely alone.

“Fuck baby you wanna cum? You wanna cum all over my fingers?” Mark teased pulling back with his tongue abandoning you. He pulled his fingers out too leaving you hot and unsatisfied. You leaned up on your elbows watching as Mark removed his suit. “Mark,” you whined seeing how sweaty his body was underneath the tight suit. “Relax baby I’ll take care of you,” he said with a smirk as he placed his suit to the side. When he turned to you, you could get a much better angle of his body.

The torso is built and lean. Abs and different lines are carved out onto his body. A certain v-shaped that formed just below his stomach leading to his dick. The sweat that the suit created and mixed with the glow you both received from the setting sun made his body glisten. Biceps well and defined and hands veiny. His jet-black hair sticks in all kinds of places courtesy of your hands. Some little strains sticking to his forehead. Chin and lips covered in your juice shining and sparkling thanks to the sun.

You couldn’t help it. He looked like an absolute dream. You leaned your body over grabbing hold of his face turning his head and planting a passionate kiss onto his pink lips. He wasted no time in kissing you back. Both pairs of hands roam the other's body. Exploring every outline and curve of the other. Lips on lips and hands on hands feeling his muscular, lean shoulders and well-defined jaw in the cups and fingertips of your hands.

He did the same hands grabbing hold of your waist and pulling you closer to him. Squeezing and kneading your skin. Hands traveling south to your ass grabbing hold of the plush skin. He molded the cups of your butt in his hands groaning at the feeling of how soft you are. You smelled amazing pulling him into your lips every time just to continue to taste you. Your body is just as hot as is, completely on fire.

You could feel his hardness still covered by his boxers. You pulled his closer rubbing your wet pussy against his clothed dick. He groaned squeezing your hips and bringing you closer to him enjoying your wet pussy soaking his cock that hadn’t even been exposed yet. “Fuck Y/n,” he cursed groaning and head falling back as you rutted your hips harder into his hardening cock.

“You feel so fucking good and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he praised placing a wet kiss on your lips. Your lips met his breaking the kiss for a moment to let out a sigh. His tip poked at your clit circling the nerves.

You pulled back, he slipped off his underwear sliding it down his muscular thighs and legs placing it to the side. He laid back sliding your pussy up and down his cock. He couldn’t get enough. He loved watching the way you glided so effortlessly on his dick. Your wetness and his pre cum created the perfect slip so that you could slide so easily on him. Having enough, however, you halted his movements rising. Your hands found his dick, his breath caught in his throat feeling your hands wrapped around him.

You aligned yourself above his dick, it meeting your entrance. You slowly slide down both of you not letting out a long breath until you sat perfectly on his cock. Slowly you moved both of you coming up with a rhythm that worked both ways. Once you found it you moved faster bouncing on his cock. You could hear the squish of your pussy. “Fuck Y/n…you feel so tight,” Mark praised through an earthy groan. His head fell back slightly arching at the feeling of your pussy wrapping around his length and swallowing him up.

He leaned his head forward grabbing a tight hold onto your hips. He rutted his hips upwards quickly causing the entire top half of your body to bounce. You let a series of moans spill from your lips. Eyes closing shut enjoying the feeling of Mark completely ruining you.

Your head fell back, lip in between your teeth, beads of sweat spilling down your chest. Mark watched this play out and fell even more in love with you. Your glistening body matched with the sun, you glowed in front of him. He sat forward taking his hand and placing it on your chin turning to face him. “Open your eyes, baby, wanna see how good you look when I fuck you,” he smirked watching your eyes open. Already in a daze, your eyes were half opened. You wrapped your arms around Mark’s neck bouncing on his cock.

Soon he flipped you both over taking you from behind. His hand ran down the arch of your wet back. Fingers spreading apart your pussy. He dragged his index finger through your folds collecting some of your wetness and then pushing it into your hole. You moaned at the feeling, even if it wasn’t the fullness you wanted it was something and it was Mark giving you that something.

He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. Sliding it through your folds coating his dick. Taking the base in his veiny hands he pushed it inside you both of you letting out a pleased sigh. Moans spilled from your lips all over again as Mark pounded into you from behind. He spread your legs using his knee allowing more room for him to fully explore your velvet walls. Mark continued his assaults on your guts and pounded into you quickly and hard. Hand reaching around to rub your clit.

You caught your lip between your teeth. Seeing a few pigeons fly away once you moan out loud. Mark leaned forward mouth pressed against your neck. All his quiet groans and moans didn’t go unnoticed by you. Every single sound spilling into your ears, he sounded so perfect. Your groans and words of praise were the same sounded song to Mark as well.

“Mark you feel so fucking good,” you praised through groans and gritted teeth. You could feel your body become even more sticky, Mark’s as well. You clenched around him hearing the squish sound your pussy made because of how wet he made you. “Fuck Mark harder,” you pleaded feeling Mark's grip on your waist tightens. “Fuck Mark,” you moaned tears forming in your eyes.

“Fuck baby what do you need?” He asked feeling his orgasm approaching. Your grip on your lip losses moans spilling out from your abused lips. You slightly turned your head seeing his body on full display. Hand tight on your waist, his biceps flexing and abs covered in your juice and mixed with his sweat. You turned your head back moaning out loud again. You could feel the tightness in your stomach, you were seconds away from spilling on his cock.

“I’m gonna cum baby,” Mark said groaning into your ear. When he released inside you he let out the most pornographic sounds, even whimpering in your ear reminding you of how good you make him feel, how perfect you are for him.

He pulled out spinning you around and laying your flat mouth immediately on your clit. He engulfed the bud in his mouth not teasing you anymore and sucked hard and fast on your nub. Your eyes widened from how fast he flipped you over and tasted you so perfectly after fucking you so good. Your hands ran down your body taking his dark locks in your hand, pulling his face close to your pussy. Your clit grinding on his nose. He groaned to your pussy loving the way you taste, he also loved pleasing you.

“Fuck Mark I’m so close,” you moaned hand covering your lips. Even if you were on one of the tallest buildings you never know who could be listening. “Mark please,” you pleaded he spread your folds apart with his finger focusing so hard on your clit. You felt the knot in your stomach start to unfold. You came hard spilling all over his mouth and chin. Mark remained there sucking and licking every drop you released.

When he pulled back the entire bottom half of his face was covered in your cum. He licked around his lips, even taking his finger and wiping it under his chin, sucking your juice off his index and middle finger. Doing the slutiest thing a man could do. It made you want him all over again.

You leaned up and kissed him passionately holding him close to your body. Your hand felt up and down his chest, guiding itself to his hardening sensitive cock. He pulled away holding you in his arms. “Woah Woah you wanna go again?” He asked a shy smile on his lips. His eyes locked with yours. “Why do you want to stop?” You teased moving closer to him being extremely touchy. He shook his head placing a kiss on your neck. “Of course not, how could I say no to you?” He said through a whisper placing a couple more kisses on your neck.

“But,” he began making you groan. “Not here. It’s getting dark and I’d rather take you home first,” he said letting you go only to help you get dressed. You didn’t argue with him and watched as he quickly put on his suit. He held you close by your waist. You held onto his arm tightly. “It's getting late. Spend the night at my place ?” You asked with a warm smile. He thought about it with his mask half on only lips on display. His aunt would kill him if he was gone. But you were worth it. So he smiled placing a slow, sensual kiss on your lips. You both pulled back eyes still closed, a dazed smile on his face.

“I’ll tell my aunt I’m with Johnny,” he said before you pulled his mask down and jumped off the roof swinging back to your house.

Fin

I hope you enjoyed this, I thought of this randomly one night and it turned into a month-long project. I am thrilled to finally be putting this out, it’s just been sitting in my drafts collecting dust.

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ALL GROWN UP • Chapter One

WC: 6.1k (reading time- 30 min average)

Warning's: mention of spouse death? Self worth issues. sexual tension. thigh riding. light praise. Biting and leaving teeth marks. Refer to series masterlist for full series warnings.

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Chapters update a week early on my KOFI

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“I can't see,” you groan out, your eyes heavy from the night before. A night of heavy drinking and questionable acts with your friends seems good at first. The morning after always becoming a chore. But it was worth it- in the grand scheme of things. 

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t see,” Your best friend groaned from the floor. You grunt as you pull yourself over slightly to look down from the sofa. 

“What are you doing on the floor Jisung.” You meant it as a question, but ended up coming out more as a statement. 

Jisung looked as rough as you felt, you were sure he’d say the same. “You shoved me off the couch, so I just stayed here,” he said, sitting up as he recuperates himself. Rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. 

“Why didn't I sleep in my bed,” you ask, swinging your legs over Jisung. His arms automatically latch onto them. 

“Because, my dear friend,” he said, resting his chin on your knee as he looked up at you, “you wanted to cuddle”

You roll your eyes, “Liar” you stand up, pushing Jisung off you, reaching your arms out, letting out a loud groan as you stretch. 

Almost as if it was planned, a crash was heard from the hallway. You look back down at Jisung, both your eyes wide with shock. 

Of course noises weren’t scarce here. You lived in an apartment complex in the upper east side of New York. You could hear all sorts from up here, loud tenants from below you, or the occasional noises from your neighbor from the other penthouse suite. 

“Maybe Andrea left a few things?” Jisung guessed, now standing up from his makeshift bed on the floor. 

Andrea was a model who lived in the other penthouse. She had moved out around a week ago, and there were a few noises from her then, so it was a completely reasonable thought that it could be her. 

“Go have a look!” You say, shoving Jisung towards the door, much to his distaste, there was no way in hell you were going to open up the door and have a look. So Jisung was the next best option.

“What the hell do you want me to do?” He looks back at you, he looks just as nervous as you. You were both way too hungover for anything remotely this anxiety-inducing.

“Go, and have a look!!” You repeat, pushing him closer to the door.

“And then what?! Want me to fight them?” 

“No just…JUST LOOK!!”

“But I don’t want to!”

“Just open the door Jisung!”

He huffs in response, begrudgingly walking towards the door. Pausing to pick up the dustpan brush from the side table. “Just in case,” he tells you.

“What’s the brush going to do?” You whisper, lurking behind him as he opens the door.

“Chris??” 

“No way-”

Jisung’s posture relaxed, so you slowly peered over his shoulder to look also.

There he was, Chris. You weren’t too sure if it was the same Chris you assumed him to be. You knew Jisung had a cousin called Chris. You had met him on many occasions. But when you all were kids. Making him play with your Bratz dolls or pretending you were interested in his bop-it. But the memory of Chris was a skinny short kid with glasses with a horrible sense of style and an addiction to collecting match attacks. But this Chris, standing at your door, was not skinny. With no glasses to be seen, his compression top concealed little to none of his muscles. Barrel chested with abs showing just enough for you to stare a little too long. Grey sweats hanging loosely at his hips. 

“Wait, cousin Chris?” You whisper, staring at the man at your front door alongside Jisung.

“What the hell are you doing here man?” Jisung walked over to him, bringing Chris into a hug. You stay standing in the doorway as you watch them. Squinting your eyes slightly as you watch them, trying to analyze Chris to see if there was anything about him you thought was familiar. But if he was the same cousin, Chris, he seriously grew up. 

Chris opens his eyes and glues them to yours as he pulls away from the hug with Jisung. 

“Cousin Chris?” You repeat, still standing behind them.

“Yes!” He replied, pulling your arm around so you were standing beside him. “Do you remember each other?” 

Chris stood there for a short while, frowning as he analyzed you. His eyes ran down your body, and then finally your face. And you made eye contact again. His lips turned into a playful smile. He knew you. “No way that’s her” There was something about him. Something about the way he looked at you. You couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Yep, I know, she grew up” Jisung chuckles, ruffling your hair. Causing you to glare at him, you were only a month younger than him. He was doing this to be funny in front of his cousin.

“And you fucking didn’t” you glare up at him. You enjoyed banter of course, but you were in front of someone you hadn’t seen in over a decade, so Christ was basically a whole new person you were meeting.

“Nothing new then” he smirked, keeping his eyes on you, his playfulness was telling. He was charismatic, that’s for sure.

Jisung frowned at Chris, not looking to please with the side he chose to back, “So what are you doing here exactly?” 

“We just bought this bad boy,” Chris replies, motioning to the penthouse across from you.

We. 

“which means we’re neighbors, little cousin” Chris adds, looking away from you finally.

You shake your head “Oh no Ji doesn’t live with me” 

Though you did sometimes wish he did live with you, to help you with groceries, rent and well, all the bills really, but in the grand scheme of things, having a roommate would be a terrible idea.

“Yeah no, I’m still living with Jeongin, have been since college” Jisung added, looking up and down the hallway, “where’s Vanessa?”

You felt your heart sink a little. You weren’t sure why. You didn’t like Chris or anything. You wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t attractive. The man was practically built by some higher power. But you had just guessed it was the shameless hope that Chris living right next to you would mean you could spend some time catching up, without worrying about a jealous girlfriend. 

“She’s at the babysitter's house for tonight, I thought it would be easier than making her tag along whilst I set up the apartment”

“You have a child?!” You gasp, probably looking way more shocked than you wanted to. But you were shocked. Painfully so. That means Chris has a long-term partner, even worse for jealousy.

“Yeah, with my wife, she just turned five” he beamed, beginning to tell you all about how she’s getting on at nursery, it seemed she was a budding artist by the sounds of things. A lover of music, more so when Chris played for her. He told you that most nights she requests a song on the guitar instead of a book. And- “she still hasn’t processed Olivia’s death” 

Your face saddened, your eyes watching his, but he was just focused on Jisung. Which made sense, he was his cousin, after all, you have been a stranger until now. He wasn’t confiding in you. But he had a wife, he was a widow. You couldn’t remotely imagine his pain. 

“Is it that she hasn’t processed it, or she doesn’t understand” Jisung spoke gently now, but you clear your throat, interrupting the heavy conversation. 

“Look, why don’t you come in Chris” you suggest, opening your front door wider, “saves people listening and you two can talk whilst I shower” 

Chris nods, following you and Jisung back into your apartment. “Make yourself at home” you smile, “I’ll be in the shower if you need me, Ji” 

You walk towards your bedroom, then into your adjacent bathroom. You were still processing everything, not entirely sure you could process it all. 

You groan, reaching over to turn the shower on to let it run hot.  You were still extremely hungover. The fact that Chris was moving in across from you. That Chris had a wife, has a child?! Was borderline insanity for you. 

-

“Jisung!!” You scream out for him, no answer.

Frustrated, you walk towards your bedroom door, water dripping from your bare body onto the floor. “Jisung! Please, there’s no towel in my bathroom!” You call out again. It was impossible for him to not hear you. The walls weren’t that thick. 

“Where are they?” 

That wasn’t Jisung.

“y/n, where are the towels?” You could hear in his voice he was holding back a laugh.

“Chris?” You ask, of course, your luck landed you right where you didn’t want to be. “Where’s Ji?” 

“He went down to get the drinks from the Uber Eats person” he replies, sounding closer to the door than you’d like. 

“Fuck sake” you mutter to yourself, “would you mind going into the laundry room to grab me a towel please?” You ask, looking down at the small wet patch on the floor your dripping body had formed. Your head pressed against your door in embarrassment.

“Yeah, sure thing” You hear his steps gradually getting further, but soon enough they are coming back, “where is that by the way?” 

“The room right at the end of the hallway”

“On it”

After a few minutes you hear a knock at your door, “Thank You! Just leave it on the floor!” 

You hear a chuckle, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Chris im sure” you scoff, waiting to hear his footsteps draw away from the door once more. When you're sure he’s gone, you quickly open your bedroom door, grabbing the towel from the floor. “Thanks!” You call down to him, seeing a thumbs-up pop around the corner of the hallway. Being too quick to shut the door after yourself.

You return to the lounge once you have dried and dressed. Sweats and a tank top.. Jisung had also returned whilst you were busy dressing. Your americano sat on the coffee table. 

“Thanks, Ji” you smile, sitting cross-legged on your couch. Despite the warm shower, you still felt gross. You hoped you’d feel more alive after the caffeine. 

You stay in silence as the cousins catch up. It was nice seeing them like this, chatting away, even though it was in your apartment.

You knew Jisung had missed Chris, he brought him up now and again. Moments like when you and Jisung were 9 years old, forcing 12-year-old Chris to play with your toys. When all he wanted to do was hang out with his friends. Or Chris pushing Jisung into his pool, forgetting he couldn’t swim. All the while, you admired this older kid from a short distance. As you were growing up, you had a huge crush on Chris. He was older, had an accent (still does) and was the kind of guy you crush on because he’s so out of your reach. 

You flinch, feeling an elbow in your side, “dude, stop staring into space”

“I feel gross, let me do what I want” You stare at Jisung, scrunching your face up. 

You receive a scowl from him. He looked rough too. He probably, No definitely, needed a shower also. His brown locks had curled up at the ends. Now that you had seen Chris, you were pretty sure curls ran in the family. Though Jisung’s only ever showed when he hadn’t washed his hair in a few days. 

“I should probably get back to moving my stuff in from the van” Chris announced after a few more minutes of catching up with Jisung, slapping his hands against his thighs before he stood up, “care to help me?” His eyes scrolled over you despite his question being directed to Jisung.

“Not really” 

You had the sudden urge to offer instead. You wanted to spend time with Chris, to get to know him all over again. It was obvious he wanted that too, right? You clear your throat, standing up. “I’ll help” you decide, looking at Jisung, “because you need to shower”

You exit your apartment with Chris, leaving Jisung to shower in peace. You were sure to remind him to bring a towel with him. Despite him not needing to worry about anyone seeing his ass. 

The van was parked pretty close to the entrance, though now that you were down here, looking inside the van at the large couch, bed and kitchen appliances. You regretted the decision to help. The furniture was bland and white, with no colour palette at all. The only colour is the huge pink dollhouse right at the back of the van. It was positively depressing. He probably didn't have any plans to paint his walls either. He and his daughter were living in a paper world.  

“See, there's not a lot” his voice breaks the silence, patting you on your shoulder before holding the side of the van and jumping up into it. 

“Of colour?” you stare up at him, still shocked at the boring load, “Are you allergic to colour Chris?”

He laughs. 

His laugh is gorgeous. His eyes curve into the most beautiful eye smile and his dimples. His fucking dimples. You want to kiss him as he smiles, you want to make him laugh more. Be the only reason he smiles. 

No. You mentally shake your head at yourself. This was just the residue of a childhood crush. He was a widow, with a child, probably just trying to start afresh. He didn't need you fantasizing over him.

“Get up here” he offers you his right hand. You clear your throat before taking his hand. Jumping up into the van with him. Almost sending you flying into the mattress. He places his hands on your shoulders to steady you, so you don't go flying. He had a lot of arm strength. More than you thought he had anyway. You weren't exactly short, you and Chris were around the same height, he was maybe one inch or so taller than you. Standing right in front of him now, just confirmed it. Physically you were almost equal heights, but you felt incredibly small next to him. He carried himself as though he was 6’5.

“You’re alright” he cooed. 

“Yeah, well” you shrug his hands off your shoulders, planning to attempt to move the couch, “don’t try and javelin me in the future”

After a very drawn-out 45 minutes, the remaining furniture had been placed into the apartment. Granted it wasn’t neat, but you didn’t sign up for a move around. You lean against the couch, watching Chris as he grabbed you both some bottled water from the cooler. And thank god for his offering because you felt as though you were on the brink of dehydration 

“Catch” 

You barely manage to reach far enough to clasp onto the bottle. Nodding your head as a Thankyou before taking a large gulp. 

“Do you mind if I quickly change my top before we get the last bits?”

You almost choke on the mouthful of water, “there’s more?!” 

You offered to help with that load because you believed that was the last load. But now there was another load, and what if there was another load after that, and another, you’d be loaded out. 

“Just a few little bits, I promise not that much, mostly light stuff!” He says, lifting a box onto the white kitchen island, in his white open-plan kitchen. Too much white.

“If it’s all light stuff, why do you need me?” You didn’t mean to be rude, but it was a valid question. Why did he need you to help him with the remaining light weighted stuff? And why the hell was he taking off his shirt-

You watch him in awe. He had turned to the side, you guessed in an attempt to conceal his body, but it wasn’t doing anything. You could very clearly, very easily see every single cut and groove. Almost certain that he was crafted with a Greek god in mind.  The muscles on his back moved with such grace as he fully removed the shirt. He had completely stolen your eye contact and you wanted it back before you started drooling. 

“Don’t be such a perv” 

“Oh, I wasn’t-”

“Really?” He asked, making his way towards you as he pulled on a white vest. “ ‘cause it looked like you were”

You hold your hand up, standing to face him “Did you want my help or not?” 

“Since you offered” he smirks, knowing full well he trapped you into sounding like you had offered to help. He still had remnants of his 12-year-old self, and you liked that.

-

It had been a week since Chris had moved in. 

You hadn’t seen him in a while either, sometimes you’d cross paths on the way in or out of the complex. But he never stopped to talk to you. The first few times it had you stumped, thinking you had done something. Replaying the time you spent with him but you couldn’t pinpoint anything. So you whittled it down to him being in a rush. 

So here you were, curled up on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket with criminal minds playing on the tv. Half eaten pizza sitting in its box on the side. 

Your eyes are heavy, you should really get to bed before you fall asleep on the couch for the second time this week. But you body just doesn’t want to move. 

Knock Knock

You jolt up, checking the time on your phone. 

10:35pm.

“What the fuck, who the fuck, why the fuck” you mutter as you stand, wrapping your blanket around you. Planning on peeping through the hole first. 

“It’s Chris” you hear him outside the door before you get a chance to look, announcing himself, knocking twice more. 

You pause, even questioning if you should open the door to him. Wanting to desperately be rude, just like he had been. Though lucky for him, you weren’t a jerk. 

You swing the door open, “what do you want” you snap immediately. Causing Chris to look taken aback. You figured he deserved a bit of jerkiness.

“Sorry, I know it’s late” he starts, peering inside your apartment slightly, relaxing shortly after. “I just, I needed your help” he asked with a sigh, his eyebrows softening as he looked at you. 

You weren’t sure whether to laugh or cry. He ignores you for a week. Then shows up at your door asking for your help? It was positively laughable. 

“Are you a freeloader Chris?” You ask bluntly.

“What? No, I just, please, just” he pauses to look back at his apartment, “please just get dressed and come to mine”

You blink at him, what earth does this man live on? What happened to the Chris you helped last Wednesday? You couldn’t even believe what he was actually doing. He really made his way to your apartment, knocked on your door at 10:30pm and instructed you to get dressed and go over to his. How the hell did he think that all through and still think it was acceptable? 

“I wouldn’t ask if I seriously didn’t need your help”

You still stay quiet, just watching him.

“Fine” you roll your eyes, pulling the blanket off and throwing it over to your couch. If he needed your help this bad, you refused to change out of the comfort of your pyjama shorts and sweatshirt. 

You grab your keys and walk out with him. Locking your door behind you. 

He leads you into his apartment, other than dead silence, you could hear the distant sound of cries. 

“It’s Vanessa, she’s upset about her mother” he tells you, continuing to lead you through the apartment. Stopping outside the door that had pink letters stuck over it spelling out ‘Nessie’

You don’t say anything at first, just looking up at him, his eyes spoke a million more words then his mouth ever could. He was scared, clueless maybe, Lost definitely, he’s grieving and was struggling to help his daughter grieve also.

“Okay” you agree, without really needing him to ask you. 

His eyes softened, becoming teary eyed. Relief. 

“Get us a drink, let me try and talk to her, she doesn’t know me so it might help having a woman come and speak to her” you sigh, placing a hand on his upper arm, attempting to reassure him. 

“Thankyou, I’m sorry for-”

“Don’t, just get drinks ready, come in after, yeah?” 

He nods and heads toward the kitchen. 

You turn to the door, reaching for the handle, taking a deep breath before entering. 

“Vanessa?” You whisper, looking into her room, being sure to leave the door open so Chris could hear and see everything going on. 

You couldn’t see her at first, the room being filled with pink made it tricky, everything blended in together. But a small head poked out from behind the dolls house, small dark eyes staring back at you. In any other situation, this would be the kinda thing you see and run from. But given the situation, your heart ached. 

“Hey sweetie” you slowly take a few steps forward, being careful not to make her feel scared. “I’m your daddy’s friend, y/n” 

“Hi…” she whispers back, staying in her safe place. Still watching you. 

“He’s told me a lot about you!” Kneeling down in front of the dolls house, she had dark brown hair, it was messy. Strands of hair falling in front of her face, sticking to her cheeks from the tears. You didn’t know the first thing about children really. But surely it wasn’t hard. Right? 

“Are you my daddy’s new girlfriend?” She whispered.

The question staggered you. The obvious answer was, ‘no’ but you didn’t want to say that in case that was something she wanted to hear. 

“Well, I’m his friend, and a girl..” you start, slowly moving the doll's house towards you. Allowing space for Vanessa to move if she wanted. “So I guess you could say that. Do you have a friend that’s a girl?” 

She looks at you, her sniffling had stopped, “I don’t like boy-friends, they smell” 

You laugh softly, she had chirped up a bit from just simply distracting her. “I’m sure your daddy would be pleased to hear that” once she had moved from behind the dolls house, she sat in front of you. 

“I had a best friend, who was a girl,” she continued, her small fingers pulling at a loose thread in her sock. “Maisie, she was the bestest friend ever. But she lives in Australia..” she whispers, lowering her head once more, you could just about see her bottom lip quivering. 

“I’m sure you’ll find new friends here!” You start, now properly sitting down opposite her, crossing your legs to match her position. “I can be your first friend if you’d like?” You suggest, watching as she looks back up at you. Her expression was puzzling, she was unsure of what to make of you. Granted you were a strange woman who just asked a five year old to be her friend. You were unsure of what to make of yourself at this moment in time. 

“Really? But won’t daddy be angry?” 

You frown, curious as to why she’d ask that. “Why would he be angry?”

“Because he always tries to, to make sure he doesn’t see you” 

“Ahem”

The both of you turn around at the sound of Chris announcing himself at the bedroom door. “You met y/n? What do you think Nessie?” He asked, sitting on the edge of her bed, patting his knee so she could climb up. 

“I love her, she said she will be my friend!” 

He chuckled, looking down at you, “I guess we’ll be seeing her a lot more then hmm?” 

As if it were planned, Vanessa looks down at you too, both of them smiling at you. “I mean, I’m busy on weekdays but I can make time for my new best friend!” You smile at her, ignore Chris’ stare, desperate to ask him what Vanessa meant. 

After a few moments of you pacing around chris’ living room. Debating on ditching and running back to jump into your own bed. Chris came back from putting Vanessa to sleep. The closing of her bedroom door caught your attention rather abruptly. 

You looked over to him, “Chris..” 

“You haven’t touched your drink”

You glance at the full mug of coffee on the counter top. You honestly had forgotten about it, but you also just really wanted to leave. 

“I just thought it was best to leave” you motion to the door.

It felt awkward, you had questions, but it wasn’t the right time. Only now you have processed what a mess Chris looked. Not a dirty mess, an emotional mess. His hair curlier and messier than usual, a black tank top with what looked like baked beans spilt down it. Perhaps from trying to get Vanessa to eat her dinner. You glance over at the sink and see piled up dishes. He’d only been living here a week. How did things seem so out of place already? How long ago did he lose his wife? How long had he been feeling like this? Pity began to brew inside you.

“But I can stay for a bit if you want?” You suggest, coming to the decision to clean his dishes and sit with him, perhaps he just needed another adult to talk too. 

“That would mean a lot, Thankyou” he smiles. He has a nice smile. “I’ll make you a fresh cup if you want?” 

“I’d prefer something cold” you say, walking with him into the kitchen. He nods, opening the fridge.

“I have orange juice, apple juice, Fanta and Pepsi” he offers, “oh and obviously water” 

“Surprise me” you say leaning on the counter opposite the sink. The dishes staring right back at you. “I’ll do your dishes as a Thankyou”

You catch him glance at you from the fridge, most likely to say no, but hopefully he realised it wasn’t worth his time.

“So Vanessa mentioned you didn’t want to see me” you blurted out, placing a bowl onto the drying rack. You hear his breath hitch slightly. But you don’t say anything. 

“She’s not a good secret keeper my Nessie.” He sighed, screwing the lid on the drink, returning it to the fridge. “I’ve been on edge since we quote on quote, reunited” 

You pause mid cleaning of a plate. Biting your bottom lip nervously. “What do you have to be on edge about?” You reply after a few seconds, continuing your washing up. You turn slightly to watch him out of the corner of your eye. Spotting that he had pooped you both some apple juice. Your favourite. He couldn’t have possibly remembered that it was your favourite, but the thought of him remembering gave you a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“It’s been over a decade since the last time I had seen you, I think it’s fair to assume we’d both be a bit nervous,” he says, reaching his hands towards yours, wrapping his fingers around your wrists. Pulling them out of the sink.

“Chris what are you-”

“You’ve done plenty for me, come sit in the other room” he holds both your wrists together with one hand over the sink, reaching below you to grab the tea towel hanging from the cupboard. Wrapping it around your hands. You felt as though you couldn’t breathe whilst he did this. He was being so gentle, so kind. The bare minimum and you were practically swooning already. Mentally telling yourself off as you pull your hands away gently, drying them. 

“Okay, sure, we can do that” 

You sat cross legged on his couch, facing him, taking a sip glass of apple juice whilst he laughed.

“You know I never found that Pokémon card, I was distraught for weeks once we moved”

You swallow your drink before you spit it out by laughing. “I was distraught when you left!” You laugh, he laughs with you but it was a funny laugh, more of a sad laugh. 

“I wanted to say goodbye, you were one of my favourite friends” he sighs, placing his hand against your ankle. “But my mum and dad wanted to be gone as soon as possible, I didn’t even have time to say goodbye to jisung” 

“I mean, 9 year old me was going through the five stages of grief, my crush had moved away” you laugh, noticing how his eyes glazed over when you had mentioned the crush. “What is it?”

“You had a crush on me?” He pulled a smile.

“Yeah, I did, could you blame me? You were a cute kid” 

“I had glasses and early acne” 

“Whilst acne still doesn’t bother me” you start, admiring the way he looked whilst listening to you, “glasses still do it for me”

He cocks his eyebrow, leaning over the arm of the couch, returning back with glasses in his hands, “I still wear them, see”

“Looking good Christopher” you laugh as he places them on. “So you have contacts too?” 

He shakes his head, “nah, my eyesight isn’t terribly bad, I only really need glasses for reading, my mum just made me wear them all the time just incase” 

You watch as he removes them, his hand falling back onto your ankle, but slightly higher up this time. You look up to him. The static of attraction was so unbearable. For you anyway, you were unsure if he was feeling the same. Thought the hand on your lower leg said enough. 

He sucks his teeth. Thumb rubbing gently against your leg, his eyes watching his own movement. You shift slightly, making sure to keep your thighs squeezed together. The light touch of his fingers pressed against your leg produced a tingling sensation in between your legs. You should probably leave right? You're definitely just sexually frustrated. 

“So this crush you had” he finally says. Eyes piercing into you as he leaned back, leaning his head on the back of the sofa, eyes hungry. 

“What about it?” You question, eyes darting down once you feel his hand start to ride up towards your knee. 

“Don’t look at my hand, look at me” 

You immediately snap your eyes up to him. His hand continues to move upwards, but at a painfully slow pace. Clearly the attraction was mutual. 

“Does it still apply?” He asked, his voice hoarse. Hand now on your thigh, teasing the rim of your shorts. You look down to his hand for a brief second. Noticing your thighs had separated again somewhere between now and a few moments ago. 

Your brain was starting to get fuzzy, all your focus on him. You felt as though you were surrounded by him on all sides, his touch lit you on fire. You were about to answer him but your words died on your tongue. Only able to provide a nod. 

Within seconds he had pulled you onto his lap, his hands finding his way up your sweatshirt, running up your back, You looked down at him with curious eyes. Your fingers brushing against his shoulders. His arms link up together behind your back, pulling you closer. Your hands making their way to his hair. 

Your faces are inches away from each other, breath heavy and hot.

“Chris”

“y/n”

As if you were almost in sync, your lips met hungrily. Sloppy, desperate, needy. It wasn’t beautiful, it was fucking disgraceful. The way your hands were fumbling to remove his shirt. The way his lips didn’t want to part when his top and your sweatshirt were removed. Leaving him shirtless in sweats and you bare chested in shorts. 

“You’re okay with this?” He asked between sloppy kisses against your neck, his hands careful not to touch your breasts until he heard you say something.

“Mhm” a moan as a response, hands tugging lightly at his hair.

“Words please” 

“Yes, Chris, yes” you mumble. 

Gently, his fingers of his right hand caress down your back, tips finding their way under your waist band before the pads dig into your flesh. A low groan leaves him as his hands squeeze your hips. The left hand pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. The feeling burned a small smile of excitement into your face. Continuing his movements, Chris stroked your skin before returning to a squeeze, but not releasing his hold this time. Instead, using it to rock your hips backward, the sudden pressure against your clit sends a rush through your body. A whimper slipping past your lips without your control. 

“Quiet, no sound” he whispers, Pressing a kiss to your neck, you shudder at the warmth of his breath and although you couldn't see it, Chris was definitely smirking. Ignoring it and him, you rocked your hips again, rougher this time. Biting back a moan as the rush returned. Your face fell into the crook of his neck, sucking and biting at his skin to stop yourself from moaning.

He grunts lowly as he continues to move your hips back and forth against his thigh. The layers between your skin and his thigh quickly built friction. Your clothed clit twitching with desperation to feel his thigh fully. You bite down harder against his skin, earning a groan from him, his fingers digging into your skin deeper. Your fingers found their way into his hair pulling and tugging at his scalp. His lips and tongue find their way to your shoulder. His mouth is immediate, sucking and biting your skin. Wanting more than just the mess between your legs and wobble of your walk to be proof of his work. 

It was desperation. Both quiet as anything. Biting at each other's skin. You, desperate for a release. Chris, desperate to make you cum. Still unsure how you both ended up in the situation. 

"Nggh-Chris” You whispered into his neck, shaking as your orgasm approached.

"Already?" He questioned you with a low rasp to his voice. "Gunna cum on my thigh?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, you were. You were about cum on his thigh and you were going to enjoy the fuck out of it. 

His grip tightened, nails digging into your skin as he assisted your hips to speed up. His lips met yours, silencing the beautiful noises you were making. In an instant, all the friction you'd built-up came tumbling down as your orgasm took over your body. You took your time, overindulging it. Tightly closing your eyes, moving to bite down onto his shoulder again. 

By now, he could feel the wet patch on his thigh getting bigger and he couldn't help but lick his lips with a smile. His hand moved up your back and to your hair, pulling your head back, so he could watch your face as you came down from your highs, his cock tight against his own clothes. You could barely hear the coo of praises he gave you as your heart pumped in your ears and your body relaxed into his chest. "Good girl,” he hummed and you shivered as Chris carefully laid you back on the couch.

You rest your arm over your eyes as the realisation of what just happened washes over you. Jolting up to a sitting position to stare at Chris. Eyes looking down to his leg, the obvious outline of his boner added to the large wet patch on his thigh. You then feel between your legs and feel the wet patch. That was the first ever time you had squirted. And it happened from riding a fucking thigh. You jumped up front the couch, grabbing your sweatshirt from the floor, pulling it on.

“I uh, I need to get back, have a shower or something”

“Shower or something?”

“This was fun!”

Before Chris could object you practically ran out of his apartment and straight into yours. Heart racing ten to a dozen. Slamming the door shut and leaning against it. 

This was going to be an interesting.

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[runa-falls]

step on me

pairing: mean!miguel o'hara x naive!reader

summary: you have a peculiar 'relationship' with miguel -- basically, you'll take what you can get.

warning: explicit 18+, smut, unprotected sex, man-handling, no after-care, power imbalance, toxic relationship, very one-sided, fwb, little bit of angst, kinda sad rly.

w/c: 2.4k

a/n: ik i have two series i should be writing for but-- actually i have no excuse. i've been listening to step on me for hours now so that's why this is this...maybe one more part after this ? idk yet --

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You have an interesting relationship with Miguel, if you can call it that. You’ve been fucking for weeks now, shoving each other against closet walls, over desks, or atop bathroom counters with no regard for anyone else around. 

But you’re not friends. You’re barely even friendly colleagues. 

It happened so fast the first time.

There wasn’t any growing tension that led to the snap of a rubber band. He just kissed you out of the blue. Grabbed you, quite eagerly by the neck, completely cutting off what you were saying, then pulled you in, lips pressing hot against yours. 

You had trouble wrapping your mind around what was happening so you went still, arms hanging timidly at your sides, eyes wide with surprise.

His hand grasped your jaw, holding you exactly where he wanted you. 

The shock in your body dissipated slowly as he started to lick into your mouth. Your eyes closed at the feel of his soft tongue against yours. You leaned into him, body melting at his touch.

It was the last thing you were expecting from him at the end of your debriefing.

It happened after the rest of the crew left. They were dismissed by Miguel and anxious to get home or to pick up a bite to eat, but you stayed behind, wanting to pitch another one of your ideas to him. 

Like always. 

It started off with the usual routine: 

He barely looks at you when he flatly asks why you were still there. He’s a very impatient man, always in a hurry to go from point A to point B.

You don’t mind his question because he already knows the answer.  

You jumped right into blabbing about the newest technological upgrades that you think could be beneficial for the group while he full-heartedly ignored you, gloved fingers swiping around on his holographic monitor. 

The occasional Uh-huh. Yeah, sure. Ok. Was all you were getting from him. But you continue, hoping to spark his interest, if only for a second. 

You’re so lost in your own explanations that you don’t notice he’s actually looking at you now. And walking closer. Much closer than he has ever been before. 

Now that you’re thinking back on it, he was pretty tense that day. Makes sense why the bruises on your waist are still in the late stage of healing, despite your spider-woman-enhanced abilities. 

—

You have always looked up to Miguel as a mentor as much as your boss. He has a lot of experience as a Spider, far more than your mere year-and-a-half as Spider-Girl (you prefer Spider-Woman, but your New York refused to budge on the name). 

You’ve been trying for months to get his attention if only for him to look over your work as an engineer because, as much power as he has in Spider-Society, he’s also quite brilliant in his own right. 

So when he kissed you, you finally felt seen by him. Because now, you’re not just another Spider on the wall. He wants you. Now you have a chance to be a bigger part of Spider-Society. 

Well, you soon found out that him wanting you, involved very little conversation. 

None — if it were his choice. 

“So what do you think?” You wait eagerly for his feedback, but he doesn’t respond, his lips just continue to brush against your throat, away from the bruise he just sucked into your skin. “...Miguel?”

“Hm?” The sharp edge of his fang runs over your collarbone. You shiver at the feeling. 

“The stabilizers.”  He bites down, gently enough not to break skin.

“What about them…?”

“I–” A hand makes its way under your shorts, cupping your center as he continues to litter your skin with more bites. “N-nevermind. We can talk about it later.”

He barely nods, head resting on your shoulder, “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.” 

The thing is, there never was a later with him. If you weren’t behind closed doors, it’s like nothing’s changed. 

These days, he is always busy after debriefs. Except when he wants you.

But by then, your mouth is already webbed closed with his fiery red silk, so you can’t even bring it up if you wanted to. 

—

“Alright, good work everyone.” The Spiders around you start to shuffle out of their chairs as Miguel closes up, “Team 470B will be on call for the next one, so go home and get some rest.” Casual chatter starts to bloom around you and all professionalism goes out the door as the meeting is adjourned. 

You push back on your rolling chair and stand up, satisfied by the day of work. You stretch, body stiff from sitting for so long, and nearly lose your footing from how far you were reaching. You are planning to go straight home and take a long bath before bed, knowing by now that Miguel wouldn’t have time to see you before he’s off to his next thing. 

Just as you’re about to walk out with the rest, you hear him call out, “Not you, Spider-Girl.” You’re the only one that looks back (as you’re the only one with that terribly degrading name), but you point at yourself anyway. He looks at you with an unamused look, as if to say “Who the fuck else?” 

You get the memo and follow him. 

You silently walk a few paces behind him as you travel through the ravine that’s Spider-HQ. You hear a few, “What’s up, Spider-Girl?” and “Good Evening, O’Hara”s, as you pass the halls full of familiar (and unfamiliar) Spiders. You wave politely, sending smiles to your co-workers and friends, but Miguel barely acknowledges them. 

Once you get to his office, you’re pushed against the wall. Claws dig into your wrists as they’re held above you. It’s a bit higher than you can reach so you’re forced to stand on your tip-toes to stay comfortable. The positioning forces your back to arch slightly and your chest brushes against his.   

Your face heats in embarrassment as you lose your footing for a second, almost falling against him. Looking up, you watch as his gaze darkens rapidly with syrupy desire. He’s clearly enjoying the stumbling doe under him.

As he leans down to capture your lips, his hands lower with yours, giving you a bit of reprieve to stand back on your heels. You sigh against his lips as your strained muscles have a chance to relax.

He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. “Gotta make this quick, I’m needed in 2997 in an hour.”

It’s always quick. Over before you’re ready. Before you can really sink into the feeling of his touch, of his lips against yours, of the hand-shaped bruises getting pressed into your outer thighs. 

“Ok.”

His hands drift from yours and trace over your suited figure before wrapping around your waist. You’re hoisted up easily by his strong arms and you instinctively wrap your legs around his hips. 

He brings you over to a couch at the corner of the room, one that’s there for decoration rather than comfort. 

You’re gently laid on your back, hair spread out under you, watching as Miguel’s eyes pour over your rapidly rising chest and puffy lips. He’s straddling your legs, body hunched over you.

His fingers lightly brush over your chest before pinching at the stretchy fabric of your suit, “Let’s get this off.” 

You press the subtle release button that sits under the spider logo of your suit and it instantly pools around you. His hands quickly make work to take it off, pulling it down and off of you with one swift tug. You sigh at the sensation of your skin meeting the cool air. 

You hear him discard the suit to the side, then he’s back on you.

He palms over your tits, flicking your sensitive nipples with his thumb leisurely, taking time to pull gasps and moans from your lips. You throw your head back when he pinches you, moaning loudly at the pleasurable pain. He takes one bud into his mouth, sucking and laving at your skin until your body starts to physically tremble from the stimulation. Then his touch is gone. 

You watch as he sits up and starts to remove his own suit from the neck to his waist, revealing his heavily muscled torso, warm skin speckled with the occasional mole. He lets you feel him under your small palm, muscles rippling as you drag your fingers downward. You’re tunnel vision as you watch them brush over the dark hair of his happy trail and pull the bottom half of his suit down. 

He’s already hard for you, precum dribbling slowly from the blush pink tip. Your hand wraps around his silken cock and he pulses at your touch, eagerly anticipating your next move. You meet his half-lidded gaze, watching his soft lips part as you squeeze around him experimentally. 

“I need to be inside of you.” He guides your hand off of him and lets it rest on his chest as he bends over you once again. Calloused fingers trail down the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and over your dripping heat. Your breath stutters when he slides his middle finger against your slippery folds and pushes in easily, making sure you’re ready enough to take him.

You always are.

His breathing labors as he works another finger into you, slick sounds growing louder as he increases the speed. You clench around his fingers unintentionally at the thought of your body affecting him like that, and it makes him groan. 

Your legs abruptly start to close around his arm as he pushes in deeper, angling his fingers at just the right positioning to nudge against your g-spot. He pushes them apart with his other hand, holding you down against the couch as you quickly reach the edge. You cry out as electricity fizzes through your nerves and leaves you completely boneless. White is all you see as heat travels through your body and out. 

Your heart beats harshly when you finally come down and your legs still twitch from the residual stimulation that’s slowly evaporating off your body. When you open your eyes, you see Miguel staring back at you.

“You good?” 

“Mhm…”

He draws his hands away from you, “Okay,” He’s practically cooing at you. “Open up for me, sweetheart.” You lazily spread your legs for him, allowing him to slot himself in between them. 

He slides himself against your heat, coating himself in your sweet slick, and grinds against you for a minute, letting his cock nudge ever so slightly against your sensitive clit just to see you squirm. 

“Miguel, please.” Your voice is hoarse as you beg.

“I got you, honey.” Your hands hold onto his biceps when he starts to push into you and you squeeze at his arms as you get used to the feeling of your body slowly stretching around him, inch by inch. You both moan when he bottoms out and have to stop to get used to the feeling. 

Then he starts moving. Hard. 

His arms hold him up next to your head as he fucks you into the couch, hips ramming against yours without care. Any semblance of softness he has shown you before is gone. 

The feeling of being filled up so harshly is overwhelming and all you can do is hold on to him, nails digging into his skin, grasping in desperation.

Miguel takes one of his arms and uses it to prop his leg higher to give him more space. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he starts to push in deeper. As deep as he can. There it is again, that euphoric spot inside of you. Pressure pools in your stomach, igniting a feeling of limitless pleasure. Your eyebrows furrow as your body begins to tense again, already building up to another orgasm.

He can feel your walls start to flutter around him, clenching and sucking him in closer. He has to hold himself back from cumming right there as you grow impossibly tighter. “Cum for me again, baby.” His strained words pull you closer to the edge and your legs begin to shake. 

You’re practically writhing under him as white-hot pleasure finally shoots through your system for the second time. Warmth radiates from your center and your entire body is assaulted with intense bliss, all your senses numbed. 

“Fuck –” He can’t help but swear as you cum around him, pushing him infinitely closer to his climax. He’s still rutting into you, pushing your body into the couch cushions with every thrust, but his pace is becoming inconsistent as he holds himself back from finishing inside of you. 

He pulls out at the last moment, letting out a choked groan as he spurts over your stomach, hand fisting his cock as he completely empties himself.

He takes a few deep breaths above you to calm down before leaning back on his knees and reaching behind him. You didn’t notice that there was already a towel hanging on one of the couch’s arms until he grabs it and gently wipes himself off.

You’re still recovering, breathlessly laying on your back in exhaustion, barely able to move from all the energy you exerted. Your body aches wonderfully when you shift to the side, and you’re sure you’ll feel it more tomorrow. 

“Clean yourself up, sweetheart.” He passes you the towel, already getting up off the couch. The small hand-towel plops on your stomach covering the white ropes he left on your skin. “I’m gonna need the office back as soon as I finish my mission, so you’ll have a few hours.” Your body curls into itself, a bit cold as his body heat leaves you. You look up and he’s already back in his suit, brushing his hair back into place. “I’ll, uh, see you later, sometime?” 

You nod, sending him a small smile. “Ok.” 

With that, he leaves the room. 

He’s always in a hurry, but you suppose that’s just how things are when you’re trying to single-handedly hold the multiverse together.

You appreciate the little time you get with him, knowing how busy he is and all, but sometimes you wish you could have him for a little bit longer, if just to talk to him. 

For now, though, you’ll take what you can get.

[avastrasposts]

Big Sky Country - ch. 10

This chapter was a long time coming and I've been struggling with inspiration to write the final part of this story. There is only the epilogue left after this, but I can't say when I'll have it done. But, at least, I'm wrapping up Frankie and Aisling's story now, leaving them in a happy place with a lot of future ahead of them.

Plot: In Big Sky Country we meet a cowboy version of Frankie as he returns to New York to patch things up with his "maybe girlfriend", but he also makes a connection with another woman, who makes this lost cowboy feel welcome in her Brooklyn bar. life doesn't follow straight paths.

Cowboy!Frankie x OFC Aisling

Warnings: None, this is all fluff

Word count: 4.6k

“Fish!” 

The loud whoop could be heard through the closed windows of the truck as the engine went quiet. 

“What the fuck are they doing here?” Frankie said, shaking his head while Aisling gave him a confused look.

“Do you know them?” she asked and Frankie nodded, pushing the door open. 

“Yeah, my friends from the army, but I don’t know why they’re here,” he said and got out as a tall blonde man bounded down the steps.

“Fish!” he yelled, a big grin on his face, but as Aisling opened the door on her side and stepped out, a look of confusion flashed across his face before he smiled wide at Frankie again. He was on him in a couple of long steps and Aisling couldn’t help smiling as he effortlessly picked up Frankie in a bear hug. 

“Benny, you’re fucking squashing me,” Frankie laughed, patting the man on the back to get him to let up on his bone crushing grip. Behind him two other men had stepped off the porch, another blonde man almost as tall and big as the first, but older, and a shorter dark haired man who caught Aisling’s eye and smiled at her. 

“Hi, I’m Santiago,” he said, coming over and putting his hand out to her. His handshake was firm and warm, she could feel the calluses on his palm, and it reminded her of Frankie. 

“Aisling, nice to meet you,” she replied as Frankie got a hug from the other blonde man and Benny came over with a bright, curious smile with his hand out. 

“Hi, I’m Benny,” he grinned down at her and she had a moment to think he really was the biggest man she’d seen until the other blonde man offered his hand and introduced himself as Will. It was like standing in front of a wall of men. The three of them, especially the blondes, wide as barn doors, all built in the same broad shouldered form as Frankie. He came over to her side just as she introduced herself to Benny and Will and got a big hug from the man called Santiago. 

“Good to see you, Pope,” he mumbled as the other man clapped him on the back. 

Frankie stepped back and stood next to Aisling, his hands deep in his pockets and looking utterly uncomfortable and confused under the brim of his Stetson. 

“Love the cowboy hat, Fish,” Benny chuckled, swiping it off his head and swapping his own cap for it, tilting the brim at Frankie with a two fingered “Howdy.” 

“Fuck off, Benny,” Frankie sighed with a smirk, “What are you guys even doing here?” 

“You invited us, Fish,” Santiago said, his eyebrows furrowing, “I sent you the details two days ago.” 

“Yeah, for the 15th, Pope,” Frankie replied but Will immediately shook his head. 

“No, the 5th, I booked it,” he said and Frankie pulled out his phone, getting Pope’s message out and seeing that the date was indeed the 5th. 

“Fuck….” he sighed, “I messed up the dates, I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah, we were kinda confused when you didn’t pick up the phone, but that explains it,” Will said, “We met Herb down at the ranch and he told us you were out on the trail today.” 

Frankie shook his head, his face deeply apologetic, “I’m really sorry, I wasn’t focused when I read your mail, Pope. I…I had other things on my mind,” he stuttered and no one missed his quick glance at Aisling who was starting to feel uncomfortable. 

“Yeah, we can see that, Fish,” Pope smiled at Aisling who felt her cheeks heat up as all four men were suddenly looking at her. 

“Sorry, I kinda showed up unexpectedly a couple of days ago,” she said with a grimace, looking over at Frankie. 

“So, how’d you two-” 

“Fish, show us your cabin and let’s get the grill going, we brought food and beer,” Will interrupted Benny, stepping between him and Aisling and grabbing hold of Frankie’s arm, propelling him towards the house. Pope stepped round them and easily hooked an arm around Aisling’s shoulders and got her walking towards the house with him, leaving Benny to catch up. 

“It’s nice to meet you, good to see that Frankie’s got some company out here,” Santiago smiled, “let’s see if we can dig out that grill, I think I saw around the side earlier. 

Thankful for Santiago’s distraction, Aisling helped him set it up while Benny hauled a couple of coolers from the back of their rental truck. Setting up a camping table next to the BBQ, they soon had it going just as Will and Frankie returned outside with plates and utensils for the BBQ. 

“Any outdoor seating, Fish?” Santiago asked and Frankie shook his head. 

“No, just the bench on the porch and a couple of deck chairs, stairs’ll have to do.” 

“Alright, man, sounds good. Cheers!” Santiago held his beer up to the group and everyone followed suit, clinking bottles and taking long swigs. Frankie caught Aisling’s eyes over the brim of his bottle and she gave him a small smile. He knew he’d have to field a lot of questions from the guys and he wished he’d had a moment to talk to her before they started asking. 

“Frankie, before I forget,” Aisling suddenly said, “Can you help me get my bag down from the closet, I couldn’t reach it this morning and I’ve got my sweater in it.” 

Frankie looked confused for a second while Aisling nodded towards the cabin and left the guys standing by the BBQ. Then it clicked. 

“Yeah, sure. Give me a second, guys, be right back.” 

He hurried after Aisling and followed her into the cabin. He knew her bag was on the floor of his bedroom, and not on top of any closet, and now he followed her in there.

“I’m sorry about this, Ash,” he said as soon as he’d closed the door behind them, “I had no idea they’d turn up today.” 

“It’s fine, ‘Fish’,” she smiled at him, “They seem really nice. I just wanted to ask you what we tell them? Do they know we met in Brooklyn?” 

Frankie shook his head as his hand flew up to rub his neck while he grimaced at her with a pained expression. 

“No, I haven’t talked to them in a while. Pope knows Eva and I broke up, I talked to him just after I got back from New York. But I didn’t tell him about you.” 

“Which one is Pope?” Aisling asked, taking his hand from his neck and threading her fingers through his.

“Santiago, Pope’s his call sign, like mine’s Catfish,” Frankie explained, “Will is Ironhead, Benny is just Benny.” 

He sighed and wrapped his arm around her waist, leaning his forehead against hers, “I wanna tell them everything, if you’re ok with that. Or at least, that we met in New York, that we’re….” Frankie trailed off, giving a small shrug before he continued, “I mean, we didn’t talk about this yet, what we are? Are we dating?”

“I’d say we are, Fish,” Aisling replied with a small smile, “And…I don’t know, they’ll figure out I’m staying with you so just tell them I came out here to stay with you for a bit? We don’t have to tell them all the details about New York.” 

“Pope knows I came back here from New York after Eva and I broke up, but he doesn’t know about the abortion. I’ll tell him eventually, but not now,” Frankie said, shaking his head. He knew he wanted all three of them to know the whole story eventually, so that they understood why he wasn’t with Eva anymore. But it had been such a long time since all four of them had been together, tonight shouldn’t be about him. “I don’t want to bring it down, or make it weird, just make it…easy? And I don’t want them to think I made some sort of rash decision with you and that this isn’t real, you know? I want them to know you and like you and it’s just been so long and-” 

Aisling cupped her hands around his cheeks, stroking her thumbs over the scruffy bear, “Frankie, it’s nothing to worry about,” she could see the anxiety in his eyes as he went through fifty different scenarios in just a few seconds, his head starting to reel, “If they ask, we just tell them we met in Brooklyn while you were there, and now I’m here to stay with you for a while and see where it leads, how about that?” 

Frankie took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting his mind calm down as Aisling continued to stroke his cheeks, the soft touch grounding him. 

“Yeah, sounds good, sounds like a plan,” he sighed, opening is eyes and looking down at her, “What the fuck would I do without you, Ash?” he asked, giving her a small smile. 

“Without me all these questions wouldn’t be popping up,” she smiled back, leaning in and giving him a kiss, “But I don’t mind fielding them, I’ve been a bartender in New York, three ex-military guys is a piece of cake. C’mon, let’s get some BBQ going,” she grinned at him and put her hand in his again.

She still had a firm grip on it as they returned to the front porch, the smell of burning coal already drifting from the grill. Will glanced up and noticed, his mouth pulling up in a quick smile while Benny hauled the cooler of beers to the edge of the porch stairs. 

“The coals will need some time to get nice and hot,” Will said, giving the BBQ a final look before he came over to the stairs and sat down on the bottom one, stretching out his long legs as Aisling and Frankie sat down too. Frankie leaned back as he scratched through his sweaty curls and hooked his arm around her waist. Benny passed them both beers and Pope lifted his, clinking it with Frankie’s. 

“Salud, el pececito,” he said with a grin, “Good to see you again, man. And it’s really nice to meet you Aisling.” 

“Don’t fucking call me that,” Frankie huffed with a chuckle, lifting his bottle to Pope too, “And same, it’s good to have you here.” 

They all raised their bottles and echoed the sentiment, Ashling joining in and getting a warm smile from Will. She already liked him, he seemed stable and quiet, and in tune with what the other three men were feeling. 

“What does that mean?” she asked, “El pececito?” 

“Little fish!” Pope declared with a grin while Frankie sighed. Aisling laughed and patted his head, she was sitting a step above him and he’d put his arm around her as he leaned back. 

“So ‘fish sticks’ isn’t so bad then, huh, Fishy?” she teased him as he groaned, knowing what was coming. 

Benny nearly choked on his beer as he snorted, spraying beer over his shoes as Pope and Will laughed, Will also reaching up and slapping his brother’s back. 

“Oh shit, beer totally just came out of my nose but it was worth it,” Benny coughed, wiping his grinning face, “‘Fish sticks’? I’m using that!” 

“Only Ash is allowed to call me that, Benny,” Frankie sighed as he playfully poked Aisling, “You are in so much trouble, cariño.” 

She winked at Frankie as Benny continued to laugh, “I like her, Fish, good catch.” 

“Any more fish references and you’re getting kicked out,” Frankie said with a mock serious tone, “Besides, I’ve heard them all before you know.” 

“Yeah, you need to update your repertoire,” Pope nodded, “No repeating decade old jokes.” 

Benny just shook his head, flipping Pope the finger while sipping his beer again. 

“So you guys met in New York?” Will asked, his tone casual but Aisling had the feeling he was subtly starting the interrogation part of the conversation, “Are you from there?” His clear blue eyes were friendly as he looked at her and she didn’t mind his questions. 

“Yes, on both accounts. I grew up in Brooklyn and I met Frankie when he walked into the bar I was working at, looking very much like a lost cowboy.” 

“I didn’t look that much like a cowboy, and I wasn’t that lost,” Frankie protested, “I just had some time to kill and your bar looked nice.” 

“You were wearing cowboy boots and a belt buckle the size of Texas,” she pointed out, smiling down at him as he chuckled. 

“Yeah, fair point,” he admitted, scratching his beard as he thought back to the day he’d walked into the bar. He’d been pretty lost, not physically lost, but mentally. He could still remember the feeling he had in his body as he walked down the street to Eva’s apartment, the long hours on the bus in his limbs, the worry in his head about how to handle the prospect of a child with her, how to live in New York. The temporary relief he’d felt in Aisling’s company from the start had been unexpected but flooded him and calmed in a way he’d never felt before. He looked up at her sitting next to him now on the stairs of his cabin, something he’d thought was an impossible dream just two days ago, and something loosened his chest. She continued telling the guys the story about their first meeting, and he moved himself just a little bit closer, tightening his arm around her hips. She felt it and dropped her hand to his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze in response as she smiled at his friends.

“You guys should’ve seen his face when I told him the price of the beer he’d just had, he almost fell off the stool,” she grinned, giving his shoulder another squeeze as she looked down at him with warm eyes. 

The guys laughed as Frankie shook his head in protest, but he was laughing too. 

“This little minx sold me the most expensive beer on the menu, claimed it was her favorite and then charged me fourteen fifty without even blinking,” he said, giving Aisling’s side a teasing poke as she snorted, “And then she had the balls to ask me if I wanted another one.” 

“It was a great beer!” 

“Yeah, but not worth fourteen fifty,” Frankie said, his brown eyes almost disappearing as he grinned up at her and she grabbed his chin between her thumb and fore finger, tugging at it lightly as she gave his nose a quick peck. 

“Totally worth it, I tell you, since you got me too.” 

Frankie looked as if he was mulling that over for a couple of seconds before he slipped his hand behind her neck and pulled her closer for a kiss. 

“Yeah, ok, worth it,” he smiled against her lips. 

“Enough,” Pope laughed, “this beer,” he waved his bottle at the two of them, “might not be fourteen fifty but I’m trying to keep it down, you know what I’m saying?” 

Aisling felt her cheeks heat up as Frankie pulled back a little, but his hand moved down her leg and he was still holding her close, his arm around her waist. 

“How’s ranch life then, for a New Yorker?” Will asked, taking a swig of his beer, the same easy tone to his questions. 

“I’ve only been here two days, but it’s good,” Aisling smiled at him, “Frankie gave me riding lessons yesterday and today we went out on the trail up into the mountains, it’s really beautiful and I haven’t gotten over how big and open it is out here, it’s just endless.” 

“Better than New York?” Pope asked, and something in his tone made Frankie look over at him, but the dark haired man just quirked his eyebrow back at him as Aisling nodded, she could guess what he meant too and she smiled at him. 

“So much better, on all accounts,” she said, looking over at Frankie, “Frankie showed me photos of this place before I came and I thought it was beautiful then too, but nothing compares to seeing it first hand. It’s just…” she shook her head like she couldn’t find the words to describe it, “I don’t even know, it just feels so much better, the air, the sky, the surroundings...” 

“The company,” Benny butted in with a grin and Aisling laughed. 

“Yeah, the company too,” she said and ruffled the top of Frankie’s head as he gave her leg a squeeze. 

Aisling looked over at the other three men again and grimaced, wrinkling her nose, “I…I guess it’s kinda weird for you guys to come here and find some strange woman in Frankie’s life,” she said, glancing at Santiago before meeting Will’s steady gaze, “You guys don’t know me and you’ve never heard of me, and I understand if you wonder what the fuck this is and who I am…” she trailed off but Will nodded. 

“I didn’t expect Frankie to have a new girlfriend, and I think we were all surprised to meet you, but it’s not a bad thing,” he reassured her, “We’ve know Frankie for a very long time, and I think we can all see the difference in him today compared to when we last saw him back in Florida. Whatever you’re doing, it seems to be working.” 

“It is,” Frankie cut in, “When things with Eva didn’t work out, the last thing I needed was to meet someone new, but with Aisling, it’s been easy from the start, well….” he stopped himself and looked at Aisling who had raised her eyebrows with a small smirk, “Ok, maybe not easy, outside circumstances made it difficult, but I never had to think about if you were right or not.” 

Aisling smiled at him, “You know I felt the same,” she said and wrapped her arms around Frankie, giving him a big kiss on his cheek as he grinned and the rest of the guys chuckled. 

Will shifted in his seat and took a sip off his beer while he looked at the two of them, seeming to consider his next words. 

“You look happy, Fish, really happy,” he said, pausing and looking between the two of them with a thoughtful look and seemed to change his mind about what he was going to say next as Pope glanced over at him. Instead he drank from his beer again instead, a small furrow between his eyebrows. 

But Frankie guessed what Will was thinking about, “She knows about my addiction, the PTSD, everything. I even told her about Colombia,” Frankie said, “I had to tell her, I need to go into this without any secrets.” 

Aisling nodded next to him, “This, between us, is…really new, but it’s good. It’s really good and I’m not scared by Frankie’s past, but I’m not going into it blind, I know he’s got a lot to work on.” 

“And you’re still clean, Fish?” Will asked. 

“945 days,” Frankie said without needing to think about it, pulling a small bronze chip from his pocket, “Never again.” 

“That’s awesome, Fish!” Benny exclaimed, reaching over and giving him a clap on the back, “You worked hard at it, it’s great to see something good coming into your life too.”  

“Thanks, Ben,” Frankie replied, rubbing his shoulder, “just a bit too fucking hard.” 

“Welcome to the mayhem, Aisling,” Pope laughed, “Never accept hugs from Benny.” 

“Fuck off,” Benny shot back but he couldn’t resist flexing his thick arms, showing off his physique. 

“I hope you’ve got a trip up on the trail with the horses planned for us too, Fish,” Will said, “we brought the gear for it.” 

“Yeah, of course, I planned with Herb after Pope called. We can go tomorrow if you’re all up for it?” Frankie replied, “You think you can handle another day in the saddle, Ash?” 

“Yeah, if we go slow. I’d love to go up there again,” she nodded and Frankie smiled, giving her hip a squeeze. 

“How about camping up there?” Benny asked, excitement showing on his face but Will just sighed and Pope cursed. 

“You want to go camping? Haven’t we all spent enough nights in tents?” he asked as Will pushed to his feet to check on the BBQ. 

“Yeah, seriously, Benny, I’ve done that enough,” he sighed, lining up the hot dogs and burger patties on the grill, “No more. 

“C’mon, I bet Aisling’s never been camping,” Benny pushed, pointing at Ash who was nodding. 

“I haven’t actually, and Frankie was gonna plan a camping trip for me, so maybe we can all go?” She looked at Frankie and then over at Pope and Will. Pope groaned and Will chuckled. 

“I’m not saying no to Fish’s girlfriend on the first night, I guess we’re going camping, Pope.” 

“Awesome,” Benny grinned, giving Aisling a quick nudge, “You’ll love it, we’ll get a big fire going, I make the best s’mores!”

The evening went on with the same theme, the guys were joking around, poking fun at each other and re-telling stories for Aisling’s benefit, their loud laughter echoed around the surrounding countryside as darkness fell. She sat tucked in under Frankie’s arm on the porch swing, Pope on the other side, while Frankie rocked the three of them back and forth. She looked over at him as his eyes disappeared in his face, doubled over with laughter from Benny’s story. He was telling them about a date he’d been on last month that had started with him bringing his date lilies, which she turned out to be allergic too, and ended when he brought her to a steakhouse, only to find out she was vegan.  

“I think I could’ve saved it after the lilies, I got her allergy tablets on the way to the restaurant, but the vegan thing….” he shook his head as the rest of them laughed, “you should’ve seen her face when we pulled up to the place and there was a big bull’s head above the door.” Benny made a grimace that sent them all into laughter again and next to her Aisling her Frankie almost choked as he took a sip from his beer. He winked at her as she patted his back, looking the most relaxed she’d ever seen him. It was easy to see that hanging out with old friends, sharing stories and just easy laughter, was doing him a lot more good than he probably realized.  

As the evening began to wind down, plans were made for the camping, the guys would go into Big Sky first thing in the morning for supplies while Frankie got the gear on the ranch ready. Aisling decided she needed some better clothes for camping so she’d join them too. Frankie shot her a worried look when she said that and Pope laughed. 

“Frankie’s scared we’ll tell you all the embarrassing stories if you go alone with us,” he chuckled, “don’t worry, Fish, we’ll save that for the campfire.” 

“Very helpful, thanks, Pope,” Frankie replied, beginning to stack the plates as he rolled his eyes, behind his back Pope winked at Aisling, “We should get a move on though, early start tomorrow to get all the gear ready.” 

It took a while longer, but eventually the three guys piled into their rented car and headed back to the ranch. Aisling yawned widely as Frankie locked the door to the cabin behind them and flicked off the kitchen light. She waited for him at the door to the bathroom and wrapped her arms around his waist. 

“You’ve got really great friends,” she said and Frankie smiled, nodding in agreement as he walked her backwards towards the counter, his arms on her shoulders. 

“Yeah, they’re good guys,” he said, “it was great seeing them, it wasn’t as weird as I thought it’d be.” 

“You’ve got people around you who care about you, Frankie, but you seem to be pretty good at forgetting that sometimes,” Aisling said in a soft voice as she caressed his back, lightly scratching as he hummed in agreement. 

“You’re not the first one to tell me that,” he admitted, “Herb has told me many times too, but I get too much in my head and think they’re better off without me, or that they don’t want me around while I’m a mess.” 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re  dumb ass, Frankie,” she scoffed with a smile as she tugged at his chin, “a total dumb ass sometimes.”

She heaved herself up on the counter next to the sink and grabbed her toothbrush. 

“Gee, thanks,” Frankie snorted, but he was smiling too, “and you’re not the first person to call me a dumb ass, but hearing it from my girlfriend is always very heartwarming.” 

“Just making sure you’re aware, pass the tooth paste, please,” she replied, leaning forward as handed her the tube, and giving him a kiss on the cheek, “and I like it when you call me your girlfriend.” 

“I noticed,” he smiled, “it made your cheeks go all pink when I did it tonight, I’m gonna have to use it more often.” 

“If you do, I won’t call  you ‘fish sticks’ in front of Benny again,” she smiled and started brushing her teeth as Frankie rolled his eyes with exaggeration at her. 

“I will never hear the end of that, you have no idea. These guys do not forget. Gathering information for black mailing is literally part of our training for special ops.” 

Aisling grinned around her toothbrush and Frankie gave her forehead a peck before he began brushing his own teeth.

“What was that for?” she asked, tilting her head back to stop the toothpaste from escaping her mouth. 

“Yorrkuut,” Frankie slurred and Aisling giggled and rinsed her mouth, spitting in the sink. 

“No idea what you just said.” 

Frankie spat too, “You’re cute,” he repeated with a smile as Aisling slid off the counter. 

“Not as cute as you ‘Fish sticks’, see you in the bedroom.” 

Frankie gave her butt a quick swat as she slipped out of the bathroom, he could hear her giggling as she rummaged around in her bag next to the bed. He put away his toothbrush and grabbed the mouthwash as he looked at himself in the mirror. The man who faced him looked different, he was smiling widely, and even though the lines around his eyes were still there, his patchy beard changing to gray faster than he’d like, he looked brighter and happier. It was a change that had come in just two days and he knew it was because he was starting to see a future a lot different from the one he’d envisioned less than a week ago. And he felt different, he could feel it in his chest, in his stomach, and above all, in his head. It was all calmer, steadier, and he felt level in a way he hadn’t in a very long time. It wasn’t just a maybe now, it was starting to become reality, a reality he could trust in to be more long term even if there was work to be done. 

He rubbed his hand over his jaw as he rinsed the mouthwash around his teeth, studying himself; dark curls that were getting long, the gray at his temples, deep lines on his forehead, the faint scar on his left cheek and all the thoughts he could see rolling in his head. He spat out the mouthwash and inhaled deeply, still looking at himself, still calm. There was no flare of panic at thinking about the future, no fear. Just a steady confidence that he could do this.

You’ve got this, Morales, you can handle it. Whatever ‘it’ is, you can handle it because you got this far and she believes in you and so do your friends. 

He gave himself a crooked smile in the mirror, and flicked off the light, making his way down to the bedroom and Aisling waiting for him.

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Any recs where Talia or the hales absolutely hate stiles or disprove of their relationship? I’ve already read the searching ceremonies.

hedwig221b (don't feel awkward! 🩷) also had a fic that matches this ask. So, go read that as well if you're a fan of the angst.

The Happiest of All by Hedwig221b | 32.5K | Explicit

“It’s every wolf’s dream. To find a perfect mate, to procreate. It’s a necessity, it’s healthy. It’s in our blood; akin to the moon in the sky, a wolf belongs to their mate. And humans don’t have the capacity to become a mate.”“But I love him,” Stiles whispered, begged.Talia stayed silent for a couple of minutes.“That’s why you should understand it’s not healthy for him to be with you,” her words were simple and clear, like a piece of glass, but sharp all the same. “He will not find true happiness with you. You’re wasting his time. Preventing him from having a future he deserves.”

Also, compromised-emotionally suggested this one.

Down By Contact by standinginanicedress | 117.4K | Explicit

Lydia looks over her shoulder to look at Derek Hale again, then back to him. “He’s an asshole, you know.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Stiles is confused, furrowing his brow. “I’ve only spent the last ten years of my life fighting with him.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, he’s an asshole,” she draws the word out nice and long, as if it takes on a different meaning depending on exactly how she says it. “No one who has ever dated or hooked up with that guy has ever had anything nice to say about him after the fact.”

“What do I care about that?”

She looks at him. It’s that all-knowing, all-seeing gaze, like the eye of Mordor. Stiles feels tiny under its wrath, so he looks away and stares down at his beer can, traces the design with his thumb. “I know you, Stiles Stilinski.”

“Not really. We only dated for, like, five months.”

With a snort, totally uncharacteristic of her and something she would never do sober, she rolls her eyes. “Gee, I wonder why.”

Hmmm. Not really, but here are a few.

Divided We Stand by  KouriArashi | 156.7K

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

A Pair of Shoes by ReedMeme | 5.7K | Explicit

He was the human boyfriend. A lot of them don't really approve. Of course his boyfriend had to have a huge family. Which makes sense with the whole Werewolf thing, he supposes. But once in a while, Stiles still wishes he knew that before falling abso-fucking-lutely head over heels for Derek Hale.

Hello, Heartbreaker by  astoryaboutwar | 18.4K

Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident.

Talk Me Down by SylvieW | 26.3K | Mature

After the Hale family narrowly escapes the fire, Derek moves to New York to escape their lingering resentment. There, he meets Stiles, and feels an instant connection to him, but their relationship, and Derek’s self worth is tested by the hurdles Derek’s pack throws at them

I Would Fake Forever With You by Halevetica | 53.9K

Derek Hale is the black sheep of the family, always has been. That’s why he moved to Seattle. Now he’s got a job he loves, a nice apartment with an incredibly hot and endearing neighbor, Stiles Stilinski. One night when Derek’s overly large and demanding family shows up early for their yearly visit, they run into Stiles, who is accidentally introduced as Derek’s boyfriend.

Taught by Experts by unpossible | 29K

“Let me get this straight,” Stiles says. “You’re going to be publicly dating someone else.”

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Power Play - Chapter 1

AN: And here is Week 5 of HBS and the start of a new multi-chapter fic, this one a Bucky x Reader story, cos I like to give you all some variety. This also strays into Soft!Dark! Territory, cos, you know… Mob! Bucky. Thanks @buckybarnesevents for the inspo.

I’ve chosen the prompt When I first met you... Electricity

Beta’d by @buckysbarne

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and banner by me. Pictures of Seb courtesy of https://sebastian-stan.com/

Master list | Hot Bucky Summer Master list

Summary: Waking up in a mobster’s house the morning after the night before was not how this was supposed to go…

Relationship: Mob! Bucky x Undercover Agent! Reader

WC: 2.3k

CW: Kidnap, Manipulation, Soft!Dark! Bucky, Alcohol consumption, Reader briefly believes Bucky will force her against her will (use of R word once), kissing, Russian Pet names as mangled by Google translate (all variations of sweetheart/darling except Pchelka, which is explained.)

Your head was foggy and your mouth grainy as you opened your eyes, blinking against the harshness of the late morning sun coming through the window.

“Good morning, Pchelka.” Strong fingers gripping your chin and pinching your jaw harshly, brought you out of your stupor, and you looked up at the owner of the gravelly voice. 

“Did you sleep well? I slept like a log. I’m going to say that it was because of the connection we made last night.” He chuckled darkly. “Did you feel it, sladkiy? The electricity when I first took your hand in mine? Because I did.” His body shivered at the memory, and you felt a fission of fear travel down your spine.

His eyes were blue - cool and chilling - and you wished you were looking at them under different circumstances. Wished you were here with him under different circumstances, because although he was your enemy, you weren’t blind.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes. Revered head of the New York Mob, and so sinfully handsome it was no wonder that men and women swooned at his feet.

“Are you going to answer me, Pchelka?”

His brow was arched, amusement still playing at his lips. Challenging you to defy him.

“I’m not your ‘little bee’. And I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He let your face go with a snort that told you that he knew you were lying. Because you were. How could you not have felt it, when your slim hand had been completely engulfed by his when you’d been introduced? When he’d raised your hand, gently turning it to press a kiss to the fluttering vein in your wrist.

You should have known then that you were fucked. Should have called the whole thing off and got out of there. 

But no. You’d decided that you had to stay - had to pull your big girl pants up, get a hold of yourself and prove to everyone else that you were capable of carrying out this mission. You wondered if your colleagues, your fellow agents, were trying to actually rescue you, or were they laughing at your ineptitude?

Barnes crossed to the far side of the room, a classic dark wood office with floor-to-ceiling bookcases filled with leather-bound tomes. Turkish wool rugs covered the wooden floor that matched all of the furniture. He picked up a decanter, poured a hefty measure of amber liquid into a matching tumbler and brought it up to his lips. You didn’t even realise that you were watching him that intently until he smirked.

He walked back over to you, power and grace showing with every move of his body. He sank into a crouch before you, dipped his finger into the alcohol and then painted it over your lips. Instinctually you licked it away, and the whisky burned on your tongue.

“They think you’re dead, by the way.” That got your attention, making you halt with your mouth part open, tongue tip still midway through catching the errant drops he’d applied. His finger returned to the glass, then back to your lips once again as you sat, stock still. 

A sudden anger burned through you, and you tried to leap to your feet, but you hadn’t counted on the bonds that tied you to the chair. You struggled against them, hands curling into fists and feet ineffectually kicking as you let out a wail of frustration.

“Tsk tsk.” Barnes admonished you for your reaction as he stood and backed up to rest against the edge of his, no doubt antique, desk. “And here I was thinking you’d be more grateful. If you’d continued in that job you’d have died of boredom, milyy. Just think. I’ve actually saved you.” He took another sip of his drink, observing you and you wanted to shrink under his gaze - you had to look a mess.

Your evening gown, which had looked stunning on you when you’d gotten ready for this op, was now torn and filthy. Your nail polish was chipped, a couple of the nails torn, and no doubt your makeup was smeared across your face. Somewhere along the line, you’d lost your shoes, or had they been taken from you? Admittedly a lot of it was a blur and you’d also been unconscious for some time, only waking up once you were here, tied to this chair, a smirking Barnes looking down on you.

Conversely, he looked so put together it should be illegal. Last night he’d smouldered in a dinner suit, but this morning he exuded power and danger. His shirt was black, with two opened buttons, showing off the silver rope chain around his neck. His suit jacket and pants were also black but covered with a wide pinstriped check. He had a large signet ring on the pinky of his left hand, and silver and black onyx ring on the adjacent ring finger, and it was hard to take your eyes off them. His pants were tight across his crotch, leaving little to the imagination, and he’d finished off his outfit with a pair of patent black boots and a pair of blue-tinted sunglasses, perched on his head. In a nutshell, he was sex personified and you needed to get your head back in the game before you did something you’d regret.

“You’re deluded, you know that?”

“Focused, Pchelka. Not deluded. I didn’t get where I am now without knowing what I wanted and taking it. And I want you. I think you want me too.”

It was your turn to snort, and you didn’t bother to hide your derision. “In your dreams!”

He was back in front of you in an instant, his beringed fingers curling into the leather chair back, his face millimetres from your own.

“I don’t think I imagined how you trembled when you were in my arms, lyubimyy. When I led you around the dance floor and you felt as though you were made to fit in my embrace. I don’t think I imagined how you sighed and leaned against me as I spoke soft words in your ears.”

Heat burned your cheeks and you tried for some bravado.

“All an act, I assure you. As you know, you were my mark.”

His mouth broke into a feral grin and, for the first time, you were worried. Worried about what he had in store for you… and worried that you might like it.

“You keep telling yourself that. I don’t think you’ll be able to maintain that lie when you’re screaming my name later.”

“I didn’t know your name was Rapist.”

He moved one hand from the back of the chair to rest at the base of your throat, fingers applying just enough pressure to remind you who was in control here.

“Don’t insult both of us, Pchelka. When I take you, you will welcome it. Want it. You will be begging me to make you mine. And I think it will happen sooner than you think.” His voice was a hypnotic whisper, and you could feel yourself spiralling, enchanted by the power that he exuded from every pore, so when he kissed you, you were unprepared.

Barnes used the thumb of the hand he had around your neck to tip your chin up. His pink, sinful lips demanded entry efficiently and you were powerless to resist. His mouth explored yours, tongues tangling, and when he teasingly broke the kiss you were horrified to find that you were whimpering.

Your captor just continued to smile, animalistic and condescending.

“Electric, as I said. You betray yourself without even meaning too. It’s a good thing that I’m a nice man, and I’m not torturing you for information. You wouldn’t last five minutes.”

Feelings of anger, shame and embarrassment rose within you. He was right, god damn it. You weren’t cut out for this work. You knew it. He knew it. The people you worked with knew it. Backroom paper shuffling was where you excelled, but there was no way you could’ve turned down the opportunity for undercover work, because success would have meant a level of recognition and respect that you could never have hoped, to gain otherwise, even if the op was a classic, and somewhat demeaning, honey-trap. 

You closed your eyes and willed the tears not to fall.

“Please, Mr Barnes. Just let me go. I don’t know anything. Nothing has happened here that can’t be forgotten.”

“Call me Bucky, lyubimaya. And I don’t want to let you go, or forget you. Stay here with me. Leave those narrow-minded idiots you work for. I would treat you with the respect you deserve. And you wouldn’t just be on my arm and in my bed, you would be by my side. You have useful skills that shouldn’t be wasted.”

Your eyes snapped back open and looked at him in surprise and confusion. “What do you mean?”

Barnes - Bucky - ran the knuckles of his left hand down your cheek, the coldness of his rings a balm to your heated flesh. Tattoos peeked out from under his sleeve, twisting and winding down his skin, and onto his fingers. Vines and flowers and thorns. Letters of the Cyrillic alphabet.

“You think that I would bring you here, to the seat of my power if I didn’t already know every… little… thing… about you? I know what your role was before you started this ill-advised op. I know where you lived. I know what cereal you like for breakfast and what your regular coffee order is. You’re always flitting too and fro, concentrating on work. Busy as a bee.”

You weren’t sure why you weren’t shocked, but you asked him all the same. “There’s a mole inside my unit?”

“Of course, Pchelka. There’s always a mole. Always someone who is more than willing to trade loyalty for power and money, or someone who is so desperate that they can be easily persuaded. Desperate people do desperate things, and tell themselves they aren’t really the bad ones, it’s just their circumstances.”

Both his hands had now settled on your waist, the size of them making you feel smaller than you often thought of yourself. Bucky himself was still on his knees, between your bound, spread legs, his torso virtually pressed against your inner thighs. You absently noticed that the knife you’d placed in a thigh holder was missing. No doubt Bucky or his men had found it almost straight away once you’d been rendered unconscious. You hoped it had been the man in front of you - the idea of being touched in such an intimate place by someone other than him was abhorrent. A part of you wondered why you didn’t think that him touching you was also horrifying.

“And which one do you think I am? Disloyal or desperate?” You arched your brow, trying to ignore the way his fingers were branding you through the satin of your dress.

“You, milyy, are a secret third thing. You are an intelligent woman, who makes decisions based on all the information available. It’s not disloyalty if you’ve been betrayed first. It’s also not desperation that would make you join me if I have no pressure point - no sick aunt, no cousin in debt to a loan shark, that sort of thing. If you joined me it would be because you wanted to. Because you saw the merits of such an action.”

You had to admit, his offer was tempting. You hated your job and you hated your co-workers. It was still a ‘boy’s club’ and all the inclusion and diversity training in the world couldn’t counteract the toxic masculinity that the job attracted. You hated that, despite putting up with this job for so many years, you were still living in a crappy apartment with too long a commute to work.. You hated that, despite the fact you never even got around to taking your PTO, you also weren’t making any decent deposits into your savings account. Okay, you weren’t quite living paycheck to paycheck, but you were by no means where you thought you’d be by now. 

The long hours also meant little time to socialise, and the friends you’d once had, had all dropped away one by one as you’d cancelled one social engagement after another. This also meant that your love life was, as the song goes, DOA, and after a while, all the toys in the world failed to satisfy. Which also meant that the feeling of soft, expensive wool, encasing a warm, hard body, rubbing against your inner thighs was upsetting your equilibrium quite a bit.

Then, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you, his face dipped closer again, his breath, tinged with whisky, fanning over you.

“Imagine how it would feel, Pchelka. The power. The pleasure. You’d want for nothing. Every need would be met. Every whim indulged.”

It was your turn to shiver and as your eyes fluttered closed again you heard him chuckle.

“You want it, don’t you. You want me and everything I can give you. It’s okay to want those things. I want things as well. I want you, lyubimyy. I’ve waited a long time for a Queen.” 

“You don’t know me…” Your denial was whispered, and even you didn’t believe what you’d said.

“But I do. I know exactly what you need...”

His lips captured yours once more, but this time you didn’t even pretend not to respond. You drank him in as though he would quench your thirst and you only remembered your bonds again when your body strained against them. Your knees managed to dig into his waist though, and you felt him smile against your lips.

His hands slid from your waist, to one wrist and then the other, freeing them. You threw your arms around his neck, not even trying to get away. In any case, your ankles were still bound.

Your fingers brushed over the short hair on the sides and back of his head, the strands prickling your skin. His own hands were now cupping your face as he continued to kiss you, and you knew what was going to happen. You were falling under his spell.

Chapter 2

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jack i get why you don’t want her dating the player especially being the biggest shipper for her and luke but you can’t do that. jack you better apologize. (i also see it was him being protective of her like that’s his sister and maybe. jack says says that’s to her and she’s like oh 🥺)

when they start dating Luke so calls her dol from Gwendolyn and it makes her weak in the knees

Nico finally had enough of them not talking to each other as he made Jack come over to talk to her “Nico what the!” Gwen had finished having a shower as she looked up to see Jack on the couch “ah Gwen come here.” Nico got up to pull the girl the rest of the way into the room.

She sat on the couch that had become hers during her time there “you two love each other and I’m tired of having to talk between you both.” Nico looked between the duo before his focus settled on Gwen “look I am not asking for you to love him but just hear him out and after that if you want him gone I will come back and kick him out.” Nico squeezed her knee as he got up.

It made Gwens eyes widen “and where do you think you’re going?” She scoffed, quickly shaking her head in the process “I will be downstairs and only a phone call away.” He wanted to give them their space to just talk in peace.

Part of her appreciated that as Jack sent her a look of sorrow “I hope you know that you are talking first.” She announced crossing her arms as she sat back in her chair.

Jack nodded as he chewed at the inside of his cheek “I really didn’t mean to hurt you Gwen.” He sighed watching her roll her eyes, he was going to have to do better than that “I just guess that I wanted you and Luke together so I figured it was easiest to break your thing up if it didn’t start.” Jack pursed his lips together.

Gwen picked at her nail polish like she always did when she was mad “Y’know you could have told me so I didn’t have to be a fucking fool and go all the way to New York.” That was the part that hurt her, it was her pride and the fact that she felt so unloveable after getting all dressed up to be forgotten “I didn’t know how to be honest.” Jack moved closer to her slowly, not wanting to overstep.

He ran his fingers through his hair “and I mean Noah was an ass and I couldn’t handle you being with someone like that.” His words almost made her laugh “Jack it isn’t your job to do that though.” Her hand reached out for his.

Jack gladly took it as she gave his hand a squeeze “you know Quinn and I are going to care about every guy you bring home.” The Hughes household had turned into your home, and all of them knew that too “that isn’t going to work if I get Luke.” Jack laughed as he shook his head.

He sent her a soft grin “please you think Luke gets out of a talking to just because he is our brother?” Jack watched you nod “if anything we get to make actual threats because he is!”

Gwen finally cracked a smile “but fair warning you pull this shit again and don’t tell me I will make sure you can’t have children.” It was a threat that he didn’t want to check if she was being serious about “understood.” He nodded getting up to pull her into a hug.

As much as Gwen liked getting to hang out with Nico, she was glad for her own bed. And besides Jack and Luke made her more comfortable than anyone else could.

Luke is also really confused when he watches Gwen show back up at the apartment because both her and Jack refuse to tell him what went on between them both. The youngest Hughes is also upset because his girlfriend just dumped him and he wants to confide in Gwen but she seems like she has so much on her plate.