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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago

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Gucci’s Girl [REPOST] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! I originally wrote this story as an ‘x OC’ because that’s what I was writing at the time, but I decided to change it into an ‘x Reader’ story since that’s what more people like to read!

**I used a translation application for the Italian in this story. Apologies if there are any typos and/or incorrect sentences/grammar. Italian sentences/words are in italics throughout the story with translations after the sentences in parenthesis.

**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.

warnings: smut. fluff. grinding. multiple orgasms. pretty vanilla sex.

(possible) tw’s: infidelity (he’s engaged, not married).

SMUT under the CUT!

“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).

“Y/N, will you stay after for a bit?”

Mr. Gucci walks over to your desk.

“I need to ask you something.”

You nod, smiling up at your boss.

“Of course, Mr. Gucci.”

Inside, you were panicking.

He’s never asked you to stay after work before, except on your first day, which made sense. But this doesn’t make sense…

He returns the smile.

“Excellent. Just come to my office.”

You continue to work, faxing and typing away until the clock read five.

Everyone else begins to pack up and bids you farewell as you make your way up to Mr. Gucci’s office.

The wooden door has never looked more intimidating than it does in this moment, as you raise your knuckles and knock.

“Entra in.” (Come in.)

You take a deep breath before you turn the handle, forcing a smile on your face.

He looks so scary and intimidating when he sits at his desk, a fact that, when you told him, made him laugh.

“Ah, yes, Y/N. Come in, sit down.”

The chairs in his office are top-of-the-line, a refreshing change from the less-than luxurious chairs out on the floor.

Mr. Gucci lights a cigarette and takes a drag before standing up and walking around to take a seat in the chair next to you.

When he sees your confused expression, he laughs softly, taking another drag.

“I know you think I look scary sitting back there, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

Your eyes go wide.

“O-Oh, that’s not what I meant—“

“I know, tesoro.”

He chuckles, eyes flickering over your face before he speaks again.

“So, the annual House of Gucci Ball is coming up, as you know.”

You nod.

“And, I was wondering...would you want to...come with me?”

Your stomach drops.

“W-What?”

The CEO looks incredibly flustered and anxious, a new look for him.

“My fiancée isn’t feeling well and as the head of the House, I really don’t want to go alone…”

In a bold move, you reach out and gently place your hand over his. He looks up at you, and you smile.

“I’d, uhh, I’d love to go, sir. It would be my pleasure.”

“Great.”

The corners of his lips tug up into a genuine smile and his eyes dart away from yours as he takes another drag.

“I’ll have the company tailor come in tomorrow and take your measurements for a gown. And you’ll come here three hours beforehand in order to have hair and makeup done.”

You’re still partially in shock as he discusses dresses and makeup and hair.

It’s become clear to you over the past few weeks that he has feelings for you, and you think they’re the same feelings that you have for him.

But obviously, neither of you can act on them, no matter how badly you wish you could. He’s set to be married in a few months, and there’s a very strict company policy that forbids relationships between workers and their supervisors.

So, it left this unresolved tension between the two of you, and you literally just agreed to spend an entire night at an event with him.

The reality hits and you feel lightheaded.

Oh my god, I’m going to the company ball with Maurizio Gucci.

Four Weeks Later

The elevator dings and you step out into the now-vacant office. You see several people standing around a portable salon setup, and they all turn to look at you.

“Miss Y/N?”

One of them asks.

You nod.

“Si.” (Yes.)

They quickly sit you down in the chair and begin applying makeup and doing your hair.

You’re tearing up a little bit as you look at yourself in the mirror. Clad in a long, form-fitting gown and in full hair and makeup, you look and feel like a princess.

The stylist hands you a small accent clutch and almost immediately after, the elevator dings, and Mr. Gucci steps out, clad in a snappy black suit, not unlike what he wears at work everyday.

That man is never not in a suit, you’ve learned.

His eyes go wide as you step down from the small platform. Your cheeks warm under his intense gaze.

The stylist looks nervous as his eyes roam your figure.

She speaks up a moment later, voice meek.

“Il vestito e il trucco soddisfano i suoi standard, signore?” (Does the dress and makeup meet your standards, sir?)

He tears his eyes away from you, and nods at the stylist.

“Ha superato le mie aspettative.” (It’s exceeded my expectations.)

You’re blushing madly now, unable to meet his eyes as you feel him looking at you again.

Soon, the stylist packs up and leaves just you and Mr. Gucci alone.

He clears his throat, breaking the silence.

“You look...beautiful, absolutely beautiful, tesoro.”

You bite your lip as you look up at him, absolutely starstruck by his handsomeness. He somehow manages to look better and more attractive every time you see him.

“You’re too sweet, sir.”

He takes your hand, kissing your knuckles.

“Please, I’m Maurizio tonight.”

You nod, trying his name on your tongue.

“Maurizio.”

Mr. Gucci smiles as he releases your hand. “We have a few minutes before the car gets here...would you like some water? Espresso?”

“I’m alright, but thank you.” You say.

A few moments of sexually-charged silence lingers between you two.

“Thank you for agreeing to join me tonight.”

He says suddenly.

“I always enjoy our time together, Y/N.”

You smile.

“Me too.”

“Really? You do?”

Maurizio blushes slightly.

“It’s just...I’m an old man, you’re a young woman...”

You chuckle as you reach out to hold his hand.

“You’re not old, sir—Maurizio. And yes, really, I do enjoy our time together.”

“I’m glad.”

He says, eyes flicking down to your lips as he leans in a little bit.

Wait...what? Is he gonna�� Fuck, oh god, this can’t happen...

Honk!

He flinches at the sound, standing up straight and clearing his throat.

“I guess the car is here.”

You chuckle nervously as he holds out his hand, and you take it, walking alongside him to the elevator.

It’s a short drive to the hotel and when you two arrive, there are swarms of paparazzi, all crowding around the car when the driver pulls to the curb.

Maurizio clearly sees your overwhelmed expression and tension, reaching over to squeeze your hand.

“Don’t worry, tesoro. Just stay by my side and don’t answer any of their questions, yes?”

You nod and he gets out, walking around to open your door and help you out of the car. Immediately, when the press sees that you’re not his fiancée, the cameras flash even more rapidly and voices overlap one another.

“Sei la nuova fidanzata di Maurizio?” (Are you Maurizio’s new girlfriend?)

“Maurizio, dov’e la tua fidanzata?” (Maurizio, where’s your fiancée?)

“Strumento a mano.” (Gold digger.)

“Puttana americana.” (American whore.)

They were all basically on top of you, asking so many questions and saying so many things about you, it was incredibly overwhelming.

Suddenly, Maurizio’s voice boomed through the crowd, and everyone fell silent.

“Lasciala in pace!” (Leave her alone!)

His arm wraps tighter around your waist, pressing you even further into his side as he walks you both into the building. The cameras and crowds were almost completely silent, still, and you were just trying to process it all as the two of you walked into the event, you still tucked into his side.

He stopped just inside the door and let you go, taking your hands instead, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Are you okay, tesoro? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

You shake your head, still trembling a little bit.

“N-No, I’m okay, just a little shaken up.”

“They’re vicious and relentless...mi dispiace. I should’ve warned you about them beforehand, but I’m relieved that you’re okay.” (I’m sorry)

“It’s okay, Maurizio, really.”

You smile sadly.

“Thank you for helping me.”

He wraps an arm around you again, gently squeezing your hip before rubbing it lightly.

“Of course, anything for mi tesoro. I’m indebted to you for joining me tonight.”

You’re blushing, eyes darting away from his.

“Oh no, that’s not necessary. It’s an honor to accompany you, and I’m sorry that my presence caused so much trouble for you, with the press.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He smiles, eyes lingering on you for a moment before guiding you into the massive ballroom.

You’re absolutely stunned by the beauty of it, the chandeliers glittering on the ceiling as they illuminate the entire room.

Maurizio seems to notice your staring, and pauses as well, chuckling softly.

“It’s very pretty, isn’t it?”

You turn to him and nod, smiling.

“It’s beautiful.”

Once you get inside and take your seats, Maurizio is immediately flocked with people wanting to speak with him. Some of them give you a judgemental glance or gaze, and you just look away, taking another sip of your wine.

This is gonna be a long night.

Naturally, Maurizio has been talking to people nonstop all night, which was expected of course, but for some reason, you’d sort of hoped he’d make some time for just the two of you. You genuinely enjoy his company, he’s actually really kind and funny when he’s not in ‘work mode’.

Why would he do that for you? You’re just his replacement date, Y/N, nothing more.

So, you sit back in your chair and casually nibble at the new dinner course that was put on your plates a few minutes ago.

A dance song begins to play and suddenly, Maurizio stands up and holds his hand out for you.

“Would you like to dance, mi tesoro?”

“Absolutely.”

You blush, biting your lip as you stand up.

He places his hand on the small of your back as you two walk onto the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck while he places his hands on your waist, holding you close as the two of you begin gently swaying to the slow tune.

“It’s nice to step away from the table for a bit.”

He says, chuckling.

“I only see these people once a year, so they always want to talk the night away.”

You laugh.

“I understand, and I’m happy that I could provide an excuse for you to get away, even if only for a few minutes.”

“You’re anything but an excuse, Y/N.”

Maurizio says, blushing a bit.

“I’ve been wanting to make some time to spend with you, but I haven’t gotten the opportunity. I’m sorry for that, this must be tedious for you.”

You shake your head.

“No, it’s alright, although I do respect your fiancée much more now that I understand what happens at events like this.”

You jest, and he laughs.

“But, in all seriousness, I’m fine. You shouldn’t feel any obligation to keep me entertained, I understand my role for tonight.”

His face sinks ever so slightly, but he still smiles nonetheless.

“I did hope to spend some time with you, though. Like I said, I enjoy spending time with you.”

The song suddenly ends and a much more upbeat one takes its place.

Maurizio’s face seems to light up, and he smiles widely.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

You’re suddenly lifted up and spun around. You laugh the entire time and he continues spinning you.

The whole world seems to fade and suddenly, it’s just you two on the dancefloor.

Your eyes are glued on one another as he sets you back down, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so genuinely. You briefly wonder how many of these moments he gets to have with his job.

You’re still laughing as he takes your hand and tries to twirl you around. He’s laughing along with you as you start to twirl, but you forgot how long your dress is, and you start to fall backwards.

A strong arm reaches down and scoops you up before you can hit the floor, and suddenly, you’re centimeters away from his face, his breath tickling your skin.

He’s still smiling as he slowly stands back up with you in his arms.

“Be careful, tesoro. We’re not taking any trips to the emergency room tonight, okay?”

You smile, unable to bring yourself to take your eyes off of him as you’re placed back onto your feet, his arm still around you, holding you close.

You allow yourself, for the first time since your internship began, to take in all of his features. You let your eyes drink in his beauty and it feels like time has stopped. He’s even more handsome up-close, his pale skin a stark contrast to his dark eyes and the freckles sprinkled across his features.

Before you know it, he leans forward and rests his forehead on yours, his lips so close now.

“Voglio davvero baciarti, tesoro.” (I really want to kiss you right now, treasure.)

He whispers.

His voice is so deep, yet soft and full of yearning. It sends a chill down your spine.

“Non ti fermero, bello.” (I’m not going to stop you, handsome.)

“Bene.” (Good.)

He leans forward the rest of the way and your lips connect in a tender embrace.

You close your eyes and let your hand reach up to cradle the side of his face.

He soon pulls away, a face-splitting grin on his face.

You’re wearing a similar expression.

“Mi chiedevo quando l’avresti finalmente fatto.” (I was wondering when you were finally going to do that.)

You giggle, nuzzling your nose against his slightly.

Maurizio laughs softly.

“Mi chiedevo quando avrei dovuto farlo anch’io.” (I was wondering when I was going to do it, as well.)

The moment is quickly ruined when you realize exactly where you are, and you’re afraid to know how many people saw that. You quickly stand up straight and so does he, both of you taking a small step away from each other as you straighten yourselves out.

When you turn back towards the table, all of the people stare right at you, and you feel your face get hot. You look up at Maurizio when he comes up beside you.

“I think I’ll just catch a cab back to the house…”

You say, looking down.

He looks over at the table, seeing his work colleagues giving you judgemental glares. His finger gently lifts your chin until you’re looking up at him again.

“Let me take you back, tesoro. It’s the least I can do, and we can talk about...everything.”

You nod.

“I’m really sorry about this…”

Maurizio shakes his head.

“No, tesoro, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done that in such a public space.”

Your cheeks get warmer.

“Are you saying that you still would’ve done it?”

His cheeks go pink as he looks away.

“Yes, I still would’ve kissed you, Y/N.”

Is this real?

He clears his throat, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“Why don’t you go up to the front while I retrieve our stuff from the table? I’ll make sure that no one says anything or thinks poorly of you.”

“Thank you.”

You say, smiling.

“I’ll get them to call us a cab.”

He’s at the table for about five minutes while you wait by the door, anxious for what’s to come.

“Sorry, mi tesoro, they tried to tell me that I shouldn’t leave early. But, I insisted on seeing you safely back to your house.”

“If you need to stay…”

You begin, but are quickly stopped.

“No, I’m going with you.”

You’re so flattered that he would leave the biggest company party of the year just for you. You.

The cab arrives shortly after and you two walk out into the warm Italian night air, hopping into the car. His hand rests gently on your thigh as the car pulls away from the curb.

He sighs.

“I’m sorry that I got you involved in this. My life is...complicated, especially as someone constantly under the public eye.”

You don’t even want to ask this next question, but you have to.

“Maurizio, are you still engaged?”

His head turns away to look out the window.

“I’m not sure.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean, you aren’t sure? It’s a yes or no question.”

“Patrizia left me last night and she hasn’t come back.”

He says, choking up a bit.

You gently put your hand over his and he looks over at you.

“I’m really sorry, that’s...terrible. Did she say why?”

“I told her that I was taking you tonight, and she got upset.”

He sighed.

“She asked me if I had feelings for you, since I talk to her about you almost every day…”

“You talk about me?”

Maurizio smiles softly, nodding. “Of course I do. Ever since you’ve been here, the office has been...happier. I’ve been happier.”

You take a deep breath, trying not to freak out over what you’re hearing.

“S-So, when she asked you if you had feelings for me...what did you tell her?”

He turns fully to the side, bringing a hand up to cup your face.

“Le ho detto la verita, che mi sono sentito per te sin dal primo giorno in cui sei entrato in ufficio.” (I told her the truth, that I’ve felt for you since the first day you walked into the office.)

You can’t help but smile as your face warms again, eyes darting away from his as he continues.

“Sono un uomo migliore con te nella mia vita, tesoro.” (I’m a better man with you in my life, treasure.)

“Maurizio, I…”

You begin, trying to find the right words.

“Lo so che non dovrei, ma mi sento anche per te.” (I know I shouldn’t, but I feel for you, too.)

He smiles, leaning in closer.

“Qual e la ragione dell-amore senza rischi?” (What is the point of love without risk?)

This time, you close the gap between your lips. His other hand comes to hold your face as you kiss, so much passion and want in every movement of your lips together.

You move closer, legs draping over his lap.

Just as you make a move to sit on his lap, the cab pulls up to your house, forcing you apart.

Both of you are panting softly, eyes staring deep into each other’s.

“Tesoro, ti prego, faccio l’amore stasera.” (Treasure, please, let me make love to you tonight.)

He leans in and crashes your lips together again, this kiss filled with urgency, with lust, with need.

You nod, biting your lip.

“Ti voglio. Ho bisogno di te, per favore.” (I want you. I need you, please.)

Maurizio smiles, paying the driver before quickly hopping out of the car, rushing around to let you out. As soon as you step out, you’re swept up off your feet and carried bridal-style to the front door. You unlock the door and he quickly closes it with his foot.

You reach up and begin planting kisses on his neck, enjoying the way he sighs softly.

“Which one is yours?”

He asks, breathily.

“Upstairs, the loft.”

He makes his way up the small flight of stairs.

“Is anyone else here?”

You nod. “They’re all on the first floor.”

Maurizio hums, gently placing you down on the bed before shedding his suit coat, hanging it on your desk chair, followed by his tie. He takes off his loafers and socks, placing them beneath his other clothes.

You’d barely gotten your heels off at the point. He laughs when he turns around and sees you struggling to get the shoes off. He quickly pulls it off and tosses it on the floor, holding your foot while he kisses your ankle and calf.

He takes a moment to look at you laid back on the bed, once neatly done hair loosened, makeup a bit smudged. His lips pulled up into a smile, teeth playfully scraping at your ankle bone.

“You have too much on, mi tesoro.”

You smile, standing up and turning away from him, silently asking him to unbutton and unzip your dress. He steps up behind you, breaths hot on your neck as his fingers work the buttons.

His lips begin planting kisses on your shoulders, soon undoing the zipper, freeing you from the dress. You step out and stand before him in just your underwear, looking away as his eyes rake over your figure.

Your cheeks grow hotter when you look down to see the tent growing in his dress pants.

“Etereale.” (Ethereal.)

He mutters, fingers working the buttons of his shirt, gently tossing it with his other clothes before working at the buckle on his belt.

“Formidabile.” (Gorgeous.)

The leather belt was soon tossed onto the growing pile of clothing. He unbuttons his pants before stepping forward again, now almost right up against you.

His hand wraps around your wrist and brings your palm to the tent in his pants, growling softly when it touches. He leaned forward, lips at your ear.

“For you, tesoro. All for you.”

You shudder as his lips plant kisses all over your neck while his hands roam your bare body, fingers teasing your breasts.

“You’re so sensitive.”

He breathes, hands squeezing your breasts gently.

“When was the last time someone touched you like this, hm?”

“It’s been a w-while.”

You say, gasping when his thumb rolls over your pebbled nipple.

“O-Oh…”

Maurizio grins, placing one more kiss on your neck before standing up straight, tugging his pants and boxers down. You watch in amazement when his length bobs as it’s exposed, mouth watering at the sight.

He smirks. “Do you see something you like?”

“Absolutely.”

You reply, biting your lip.

He laughs softly.

“Well...would you like to touch it?”

His cheeks flush pink.

You nod, reaching to wrap your hand around the base. His eyes flutter shut at your touch, and he sucks in a breath when you begin stroking.

“Mmmmm, davvero buono.” (so good.)

His head falls back when you increase your pace, hips gently rutting forward. His eyebrows knit in the center of his forehead, small moans escaping his lips.

Suddenly, he pulls away, letting out a shaky breath as his length stirs at the loss of contact.

“You are too good at that, mi tesoro.”

He bites his lip, fingertips teasing the lace waistband of your panties.

“May I touch you now?”

You nod, jumping softly when he all but tears the material down your legs, exposing your folds. He reaches down and cups your center, eyes widening when he feels how wet you are.

“Oh,”

He whispers, fingers tracing up to rub your clit.

“Tesoro...you’re so excited already, and I haven’t even touched you.”

Your hips suddenly buck forward out of instinct, and Maurizio chuckles breathily, rubbing a bit faster. You gasp, breath catching in your throat.

“S-Shit.”

You allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure, head falling forward onto his chest. The small noises falling from your lips get increasingly louder as you draw closer and closer to release.

His fingers suddenly push up into you, and you almost cum right on the spot. His digits feel so much better than yours as they begin plunging in and out, scissoring occasionally.

“Lasciatemi prendere, tesoro, e ti acchiappero.” (Let go for me, treasure, and I will catch you.)

He whispers breathily, stroking faster.

“Andiamo.” (Let go.)

His fingers curl up inside of you, and after a few rubs on your g-spot, you’re coming with a soft cry.

“Maurizio...oh mio dio…” (Maurizio...oh my god…)

Your knees buckle and you begin to fall, but he catches you immediately, smiling down at you as his fingers continue to work you through your climax. He leans over to kiss you again, slowly and gently pulling his fingers out.

“Lay back, mi tesoro, and open your legs.”

He whispers against your lips, standing back up straight as you sit down on the edge of the bed before laying back.

You spread my legs, ready to receive him, and he smiles as he climbs on top of you. He’s still wearing his glasses, and while you find that humorous and quite frankly cute, it’s also incredibly arousing for some reason. You don’t dwell on it, wanting to focus on the moment unfolding before your eyes.

Maurizio strokes his hardened length a few times, grunting softly, before rubbing himself across your folds. His eyes shut and he takes a shaky breath as your slick spreads across his cock. He starts pressing and rubbing the tip against your clit for a bit, smirking when your hips buck up against him.

He looks down at you, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Are you ready? I’ll go slow for you, tesoro.”

You nod and he pushes in slowly, growling softly. He shivers, stopping when he’s about halfway in.

“Is it still okay?”

Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing his hips forward while you scoot closer, pushing him in the rest of the way.

“D-Does that answer your question?”

You chuckle.

He laughs breathily, nodding.

“Indeed, it does.”

You take deep breaths while you adjust to his size, soon nodding, letting him know that it’s okay for him to move. He pulls about halfway out before pushing back in again, exhaling loudly as he establishes a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts.

“O-Oh, cazzo, sei fantastico.” (Oh, fuck, you feel amazing.)

Your jaw hangs open, body bouncing with each of his inward thrusts. You hold onto his biceps for dear life as his pace increases ever so slightly.

“Maurizio,”

You breathe, looking up into his eyes.

“Keep going, please.”

The bed squeaks as his hips’ movements grow more desperate.

“Tesoro, I--cazzo--I’m not going to last.” (fuck)

He says, eyebrows knitted on his forehead.

“I h-haven’t done this--merda--in a w-while.” (shit)

You nod in understanding, moving your hands up to cup the sides of his face.

“It’s okay, M-Maurizio, it’s alright.”

His eyes meet yours as he growls softly, shaking his head.

“No, it’s n-not. You deserve better, t-the best, Y/N.”

Your thumb swipes on his cheekbone as his eyes tear up with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

“Y-You already are the best, bello, and I w-want you to cum, no m-matter if I have o-or not. I want you to p-pleasure yourself, okay? Don’t worry about m-me.” (handsome)

He smiles softly, falling onto his elbows, lips connecting with yours as he thrusts get harder. He grunts deeply with each thrust, breath hot and heavy on the side of your neck.

“Oh tesoro, I’m...close. Where…”

He searches for the right words, mind clouded with lust. He groans in frustration.

“Dove vuoi che sborra?” (Where do you want me to cum?)

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently.

“Sono sulla pillola. Puoi sborra dentro, se vuoi, bello.” (I’m on the pill. You can cum inside, if you want, handsome.)

These words seem to awaken something in him, his eyes going black, hips suddenly rutting quickly and desperately into you.

“Cazzo, sei incredibile, sei perfetto, tesoro.” (Fuck, you’re amazing, you’re perfect, treasure.)

Maurizio buries his face into the crook of your neck as he reaches climax, moans and gasps muffled by your skin. He buries his cock deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release, rutting them desperately as he fills you up.

“Y/N, oh dio, prendi tutto per me. Bene, sei bravissima, mi tesoro.” (Y/N, oh god, take it all for me. Good, you’re so good, my treasure).

As soon as he finishes, his hand reaches down to rub your clit in circles, eyes meeting yours.

“C’mon, let me pleasure you now. Let go, tesoro, give yourself to me.”

Your back arches and your hips grind against his fingers, mouth full of whimpers, whines, and gasps as his fingers rub you. You grab onto his bicep when you cum, looking up into his eyes.

“Yes, oh Maurizio, yes!”

You gasp, moaning softly as your release spreads throughout your body.

He continues to rub you through it, cock twitching slightly where it still sits inside of you, causing him to growl softly.

After both of you take a moment to catch your breaths, he slowly pulls out, and you can see that he’s already hard again. He blushes, looking away for a moment.

“I...I’m sorry, that’s never happened before…”

You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Maurizio, you don’t need to apologize. It’s actually sort of flattering, that I can do that to you.”

He smiles softly, laying down next to you, pulling you back against him. You didn’t realize exactly how hard he actually was until you felt him pressed against your back, and you felt bad.

“Do you…I mean, I can...”

You trail off, a bit embarrassed, hoping he got the point.

Maurizio immediately shakes his head.

“No, tesoro, don’t worry. I will be okay.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip before you speak.

“If you wanted to, you could...rub it against me.”

You feel his member twitch at your proposition, and you turn around in his arms, looking up at him. His cheeks are bright red.

“Will you show me?”

He asks quietly.

You smile, nodding.

“All you have to do is start moving your hips against me, using my skin to rub on.”

He experimentally rolls his hips, jaw clenched as he tries to contain himself.

“O-Oh.”

He tried it again, growling as his cock dragged along your stomach.

“Tesoro, it’s…”

You can’t pretend that this isn’t incredibly arousing for you to watch and feel. His tip was already red and leaking, so you knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

“Does it feel good, Maurizio?”

You feel him nod, hips moving faster now as he looks down at you.

“Yes, cristo, it’s s-so good.” (christ)

His lips crash onto yours and he loops an arm behind you, holding you still as he begins rutting against you, growling into your mouth. He moves his head down to kiss and nip at your neck.

“Your s-skin is so soft, mi tesoro.”

He whispers, grunting with each forward motion now.

His leg lifts up and lays over your hip, allowing him to thrust harder, hand still on your lower back. He’s close, you can tell, and you attentively watch the way his face contorts as he reaches orgasm.

He suddenly hugs you tight, a choked sob against your neck as his seed spills all over your stomach and his.

“Ah! Ah--oh--cristo!” (christ)

You run your hands through his hair soothingly as he comes down, trembling slightly. He slides down your body a bit, resting his head between your breasts, kissing them gently.

After a short while, he looks up at you.

“Grazie, Y/N, grazie mille.” (Thank you, Y/N, thank you so much.)

You smile.

“You don’t have to thank me, Maurizio, it was my pleasure.”

He reaches up and connects your lips in a tender yet passionate kiss before he pulls away, cringing when he feels the stickiness between you.

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’ve never...that’s never…”

You kiss him again, cutting him off.

“No worries, we can just clean it off. I’ll get a wet washcloth.”

You stand and come back a moment later with a wet washcloth, reaching down to wipe yourself off before Maurizio’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you.

“Let me.”

He smiles, taking the cloth from your hand, cleaning up the sticky substance before doing the same to himself.

Your cheeks are warm as you look up at him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, mi tesoro.”

He suddenly looks away, frowning softly.

“I-I can’t stay tonight, Y/N, I’m sorry. If someone catches us…”

You shake your head, holding the side of his face.

“No, no need to explain. I understand.”

Maurizio nods silently, sighing as he begins to redress. You slip your panties back on, along with an oversized t-shirt and you pull your hair up into a ponytail.

When he’s ready, you offer to go first, in case anyone’s still awake. He agrees, and you make your way down the stairs, looking around, not seeing anyone. You look up the stairs and nod, indicating that it’s okay. He makes his way down and you walk with him to the door.

“Do you have a car coming?”

He nods. “My driver is already outside.”

There’s a moment of silence before Maurizio suddenly grabs your hips, pulling you against him as his lips crash down onto yours, the kiss desperate and full of longing. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down closer.

He pulls away slowly, eyes fluttering open.

“Alla prossima, tesoro.” (Until next time, my treasure.)

You smile, biting your lip as he sneaks out the door, rushing down and hopping into the car waiting for him.

As you watch his car pull away from the curb, only one thought occupies your mind:

Holy shit, I just slept with Maurizio Gucci.

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Turns Out Being a Super Hero Is Actually Really Gay! - Chapter 4

So, for those of you that don’t know your main bitch here got a job so that’s why this update took so long. I’ve been searching for a job for weeks and I finally was able to get one so now I can bring me in some cash money so that I can live as a functioning human being in society. Anyways, once more, this fic wouldn’t be possible without the beautiful brains of @sugarglider9603 and @ask-spiderverse-virgil who ignited flame into this au. So without further ado please ENJOY!!!

Trigger Warning: Mention of death and people passing away. Don’t worry nobody dies!!!

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After they quickly exchanged numbers with each other the boys hurriedly made way back home. To their surprise they made it back quicker then they anticipated before remembering that oh yeah, they had spider powers. But even then, their parents were less then thrilled to find that their children came home late. Thankfully, they all made sure to get their story straight (ha) before they got home.

“Where have you been, Logan?” Mrs. Quinn fretted “You said you’d be home an hour ago?”

“Sorry Ummi, we got, uh, carried away,” Logan fibbed “lot of notes to go through and a lot of things to be discussed.”

“You still could have called us to say you were coming home late,” Mr. Quinn said sternly “you know how we worry about you being out late at night by yourself.”

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“But I wasn’t by myself,” Roman said as he helped his mother with the dishes “Patton was there and so were Logan and Virgil.”

“Sí mijo, pero no los conozco,” Mrs. Marigold explained angrily “a Patton sí, pero los otro dos no sé cómo están. Y luego están caminando ya muy tarde, esta peligroso.”

“We’re fine Amá, really,” Roman assured “there’s four of us and me and Patton can handle ourselves just fine.”

‘Especially now,’ Roman added in his head.

---

“That’s not the point, paloma,” Mr. Foster sighed “you said you were going to be home at a certain time and we expected you to be here at a certain time. If not, you should have at least called us.”

“Especially since you’re still sick, Tesoro,” Mrs. Foster added “what if you or Roman had another fainting spell?”

Patton frowned guiltily, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, he had to lie again and he hated it. “I’m fine now Mamma, I promise. We just lost track of time is all, we wanted to get the project done as quick as possible so we won’t be stuck on it for too long. Then we just started talking and stuff.”

---

“What in the world were you talking about that took so long?” Mrs. Storm asked, she was worried and a bit angry but she never once raised her voice. Virgil always appreciated that about his parents, always trying to understand and work with his anxiety but never coddling him like he was made of glass.

Even so, Virgil was still really anxious and ended up blurting out, “Club au! I mean, we’re clubbing – I mean, we were discussing a club!”

Mr. Storm gave his son a curious look, “What sort of club were you discussing?”

Virgil tugged at the ends of his beanie, “Uh, um…a c-club of…gay – I-I mean, uh, L…LGBTQ+ club.”

---

Mr. and Mrs. Quinn gave their son a wide-eyed look, remaining silent for a long while. I wasn’t that they didn’t know Logan was gay, on the contrary despite being emotionally closed off most of the times Logan made it very clear near the end of his middle school year that he was definitely not interested in girls. His parents also made it very clear that it would be hard for a person like him out in the world but that they supported him either way, they just needed a bit of time to catch up. The old beliefs were still ingrained into them but they loved their children way too much to let something like that break them apart.

But that wasn’t the thing that shocked them, it was the fact that it seemed like their son had been keeping this club a secret. As if he was still too afraid to open up and tell them what he’s been doing and how he’s found other people like them. They didn’t mind Logan keeping his privacy because that’s just the type of person Logan was but privacy was one thing, hiding was another. And Mr. and Mrs. Quinn didn’t want their son to feel the need to hide from them because of who he was.

“Really?” Mr. Quinn finally said, scolding himself for not being able to say more.

“Yes,” Logan said, squirming under his parents’ gaze “Virgil and I had been throwing the idea around for a while but we didn’t really think there’d be anyone else but us, that is, until we met Patton and Roman. The school regulates that there should at least be four people per club so, then we decided to look up some sponsors.”

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“Encontraste a alguien?” Mrs. Marigold asked, her voice now soft and less frustrated then it had been earlier.

This was a very important topic for her son, she knew him and Patton didn’t just stay friends out of convenience but to also at least have one person who understood them on that level. The community they lived in was very religious oriented, a lot of hard-core Catholics in the Latino and Italian community who were still too stuck inside their own asses. They couldn’t see beyond what was told to them and Lupita knew that it’s caused her son a lot of pain and isolation.

Roman was a loud and flamboyant person and to most people in their community that was something strange for a man. But Lupita would be damned if anyone made her baby feel ashamed of who he is, Roman may be dramatic at times but he was a sweet boy and deserved nothing but happiness.

“Yes, actually,” Roman said, a slight look of relief in his eyes that caused Mrs. Marigold’s heart to clench painfully “two of them are part time professors at a nearby college that teach gender studies and engineering, the main other is, uh…LGBT activist on social media.”

---

“A what?” Mr. Foster asked, he was all for letting his son express himself in whatever outlet he wished but he just wanted to make sure he was safe before letting him hang around with a stranger. Patton was much to caring and innocent sometimes and the wrong people could take advantage of that. Mr. Foster would never forgive himself if anything happened to his little paloma, he could not lose another son.

“He talks about things and stuff relating to the LGBTQ+ community online, mainly on YouTube,” Patton explained “he also does a lot of charity work for a lot of other organization. His name is Thomas, he’s really nice. A-and, he also gave me his number for you guys to call him if you have any questions or if you want to meet up and talk in person. Here, I’ll send it to you.”

Patton took out his cell phone and typed out a quick text to his parents. After a quick minute there were two soft pings from Mr. and Mrs. Foster’s phone. They checked to see if the number had the same area code as they did, before turning back to their son who kept fiddling with the hem of his shirt nervously. They really should give their son a bit more credit, innocence does not necessarily mean ignorance and Patton has been known to be a good judge of character. Plus, they knew how hard it was for their son to find friends that could relate to him at such a…personal level.

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“Are you sure about this?” Mrs. Storm asked worriedly “We know how difficult it was for you to get into a club the first time, and that’s only because you started ballet very young.”

Virgil frowned, chewing his bottom lip, “Do you…not want me to?”

“Oh, no, no, no, I never said that,” Mrs. Storm assured quickly “I just…want to make sure you’re comfortable doing this. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing things you don’t want to or joining clubs you feel like your obligated to join just because your…you. You know?”

Mr. and Mrs. Storm did not want to discourage their son from trying new things but Virgil had always been a very nervous boy. Very cautious and always double checking everything, him spontaneously wanting to join a club just for the hell of it was very surprising to them. He always made sure to discuss thing with them before he made any final decisions, just to be extra sure. Virgil wanting to do something new and meet new people was a good thing but also made them worry a bit.

Still, if it made their son happy…

“We’ll call him in the morning.” Mr. Storm smiled.

---

“Really, you’re fine with this?” Logan asked, a shy smile spread across his face.

“Of course, we are,” Mrs. Quinn said “we just want to make sure you’re safe is all.”

“And we’ll want to meet those other two boys too, as well as their parents,” Mr. Quinn said firmly “just to give us peace of mind. Is that alright?”

Logan nodded, a somewhat excited glimmer in his eyes, something his parents haven’t seen in a long time, it was good to see it hadn’t completely vanished. “I’m sure if you call Mr. Sanders up he’ll be able to schedule a meeting with all of you. I’m not sure about meeting the other yet, since we still have school and won’t be free until the weekend, but I’m sure that can be arranged sometime soon if not in the near future.”

“Good,” Mrs. Quinn smiled, she paused a moment before speaking carefully “and Logan, you know you can…talk to us about all this, right?”

---

“Of course,” Roman assured, a gentle smile on his face as he took his mother’s hands into his own “Amá, I’m always gunna trust you with these types of things. This was just…a spontaneous occurrence that just sort of happened. It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you or was afraid it’s just that we got a bit distracted, that’s all. I’m sorry I worried you.”

“Está bien, mi amor, sé lo emocionado que estás por estas cosas,” Mrs. Marigold cooed, lifting a hand to gently stroke her son’s face “solo sé que te quiero mucho, por siempre y por siempre, sin importar quién eres en tu vida.”

“I know Amá,” Roman hummed, leaning into his mother’s touch “I love you too.”

---

“We just want to make sure you know that this is your home and your safe to be yourself,” Mrs. Foster explained, her husband nodding in agreement “we don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t come to us about these things, Tesoro.”

“I know that,” Patton said, rubbing his eyes to rid himself of the tears he knew were threatening to come out “it’s just…this is a bit, you know, out there and I know that people talk.”

Mr. and Mrs. Foster looked at their son worriedly as he continued, “I hear what people say around here and in church, I didn’t want to give them more ammo to throw at you without…making sure.”

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“What they say does not matter to us,” Mr. Storm said firmly “what does matter to us is that you’re safe and happy. You can not help who you are and who you love, that’s just the way the world work.”

Virgil gave a shy smile, curling into himself a bit more as if to trap that warm fuzzy feeling that was spreading across his chest. His parents smiled back and his father stepped forward to gently ruffle the top of his beanie covered head. “Just know that you are our son and that we’re always going to be proud of you.”

Virgil chuckled wetly, adjusting his beanie as he playfully shooed his dad’s hand away, “Yeah, thanks.”

“Now I know you still might be sick,” His mother began, stepping into the kitchen “but I made you some stew just in case you’re hungry. I would have reheated you some porridge but it seems we don’t have anymore, which is strange. I could have sworn there was still some left over from this morning.”

“Um, yeah,” Virgil chuckled nervously “stew sounds great, I’m actually starving.”

---

PattyCake: guys i feel really bad for lying to my parents :’(

Logan Q.: It can’t be helped Patton, you know what Mr. Sanders said.

PattyCake: i know but i still feel bad :’’’(

Prince-Of-Ur-Dreams: i know Peaches but its not a bad thing its to protect them

Spoopy: im with patton on this one after a very awkward conversation and eating dinner the adrenalin finally wore out and now i wanna puke

Logan Q.: Just keep breathing Virgil, you’ll be fine. Or would you like me to come up?

Spoopy: give me a minute i’ll see how i feel later. i’m still trying to process everything!

Prince-Of-Ur-Dreams: i know its crazy! I’m kind of shaking right now ngl -_-“

PattyCake: R U OK?!?! DO YOU NEED ME TO COME UP?!?!

Prince-Of-Ur-Dreams: No no just processing like Count Woe-laf over here

Logan Q.: Make sure to take deep breaths and drink plenty of water. Our bodies are still quite in shock from the mutation as well as the emotional turmoil we’ve had today. We have to make sure to get the optimal amount of rest tonight.

Spoopy: why do i feel like that was targeted at me? -_-

Logan Q.: Because it was. Also, my parents would like to arrange a meeting with Mr. Sanders and all of your parents, if that’s okay? They would also like to meet Patton and Roman as well but I’ve persuaded them to postpone that meeting until a later date, stating that we are all to busy with school this week.

PattyCake: -_-“ thanks Lo i dont think i can lie to anybody else right now

Logan Q.: It’s no problem Patton, whenever you and Roman are ready to meet them I’ll let them be informed.

Prince-Of-Ur-Dreams: thanks specs

Prince-Of-Ur-Dreams: also my mom would also like to meet thomas and ur parents

Spoopy: same

PattyCake: shouldnt we be telling this to mr. sanders?

---

Thomas was out on patrol again, watching the last glimmers of sunlight sink down across the city skyline on top of the tallest building. He thanked his lucky stars everyday for Joan and Talyn and their genius advances they’ve made on his suit, such as thermal heating. If it hadn’t been for them the strong autumn wind whipping around him would have caused him freeze to death by now. Several tiny pings vibrating against the pocket of his suit brought Thomas out of his thoughts.

‘That’s strange,’ Thomas thought to himself as he fished out his phone ‘Joan and Talyn don’t usually text me until later or unless it’s an emergency.’

To his surprise it was not Joan or Talyn but the kids from earlier today.

PattyCake: Hello! <333 OwO

Prince-Of-Ur-Dreams: Hi Mr. Sanders!!! :3

Logan Q.: Mr. Sanders, we would like to ask you something.

Spoopy: yo sanders you there?

Thomas chuckled to himself, he could already tell who was who without even looking at the usernames. Also, he really needed them to stop calling him Mr. Sanders, it made him feel older then he actually is.

CouldBeGayer: u know u guys can just call me Thomas right?

Prince-Of-Ur-Dreams: AKALFJ;HELFHENV UR USERNAME!!! IM WHEEXZJING!!!

Logan Q.: Mr. Sanders, our parents are going to call you tomorrow to schedule a meeting with you. My parents were wondering if you would not be opposed to meeting with everyone at the same time? Seeing as they would like to meet Roman and Patton’s parents as well this would be most optimal.

Logan Q.: Sorry, the message was already sending.

CouldBeGayer: its alright bud

Thomas thought a moment, he had expected this to happen. They had discussed this while Joan and Talyn were experimenting on them, that it would be mighty suspicious for them to disappear for hours on ends after school. Thomas was the king of making up excuses when he was younger so he hadn’t needed to worry and his parents trusted him enough to not get into any trouble. Which was a lie yes but he didn’t want these kids to lie to their parents more than they already are so they devised a plan. They’d invent an “after school club” with Thomas, Joan, and Talyn as their sponsor, Thomas being the main one that’ll mentor them. Thing is the boys left before they could discuss how they were going to explain why two scientists funded by the government and a YouTuber were asked to be sponsors for a high school LGBTQ+ club.

CouldBeGayer: So whats the sitch?

Spoopy: joan and talyn are part time engineering and gender studies professors at a near by university and ur an lgbt activist on social media

CouldBeGayer: interesting way of putting it

PattyCake: no offence but idk if i could explain what a youtuber is to my parents -_- they barely know how to use their phones

Prince-Of-Ur-Dreams: Same!!!

Spoopy: same -_-

Logan Q.: I second that statement.

Prince-Of-Ur-Dreams: holy shit what r u a computer?

Spoopy: I have a few theories

Logan Q.: Honestly, Virgil you know I am human.

Spoopy: DO I REALLY OR IS THAT JUST WHAT U WANT ME TO THINK?!?!

CouldBeGayer: im with them on this one im gunna need to see a birth certificate

PattyCake: I believe u Lo :)

Logan Q.: Thank you, Patton.

Prince-Of-Ur-Dreams: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Spoopy: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

CouldBeGayer: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Logan Q.: Stop it.

PattyCake: (⊃д⊂)

---

There were several phone calls made the following day to arrange a meeting later that afternoon at a nearby coffee shop that Thomas recommended. The boys’ parents sounded nice enough over the phone but there was still that careful edge in each of their voices that let Thomas know that these were very protective parents willing to talk to him about mentoring their precious children. In some ways that made Thomas felt kind of guilty about having to lie to them because he was literally going to train said precious children so that they can control their mutant spider powers and possibly send them out to fight dangerous street criminals.

So, Thomas made sure to put in extra effort for today, which isn’t something he isn’t prone to doing unless it’s a life or death situation. He got up early, showered, shaved, put on clean semi-presentable clothes, ate a good breakfast and practiced what he wanted to say to these kids is parents.

“We’ll talk more about the community as a whole and hopefully be able to educate others about it, which is really the most important thing. Spreading awareness and helping normalize the LGBTQ+ youth…” Thomas had been pacing back and forth in his living room notepad in hand, scribbling down thoughts and ideas as well as crossing them out.

He bit down on his thumb nail nervously, “Is that too much? Is it too dramatic?”

“I think it’s fine,” Joan said coolly. Them and Talyn had been sitting on the couch as Thomas is willing audience, occasionally giving him criticism and assuring him that everything will be alright.

“Are you sure?” Thomas asked them, flipping over to a different page of his notepad “I mean, I want to give them all the information they need but not overwhelm them with so much but also not skim over important details.”

“Thomas,” Talyn called to him, a gentle smile aimed his way “you’re gunna be fine. It’s obvious how much effort you put into this to make sure everybody’s comfortable and the boys’ parents will see that too.”

“And if they don’t?” Thomas moaned tiredly, scrubbing over his face “What if they see right through me and know I’m lying? Because I am! I’m not sponsoring an LGBTQ+ youth club I’m going to train their secretly super mutated kids to fight dangerous criminals that could potentially kill them!”

“Whoa, hold up a minute there, buddy,” Joan said gently, firmly grabbing onto their friend’s shoulders “breath…it’s going to be fine. Remember, you’re helping these kids get through a terrifying phase in their lives. You’re doing this because you don’t want them to be alone like you were and it’s better for them to train under your watchful eye then have them running amuck by themselves, not knowing what to do.”

Thomas took a careful breath, steading his mind with Joan’s soothing words of wisdom, “You’re right, you’re right…I’ve got this! I totally got this…right?”

“We’re right here with you just in case you don’t,” Talyn joked, but the sincerity in their eyes told Thomas they meant it and then some.

He cracked a small smile, “Thanks guys.”

---

Thomas thought he was so cleaver come twenty minutes early so he can save everybody a seat, show how responsible he is. Turns out the parents had the same idea and that just kind of knocked down the hours of hyping up Joan and Talyn did for him. He could already tell who was whose parent just by their demeanor and faces alone.

Logan’s parents seemed to give off that same professional, all business vibe on the surface but if you peeked underneath, you’d see that they cared very deeply for their son and his well-being. His mother seemed to have that strong, fiery determination in her eyes while his father was an unmoving wall that help ground her. Patton’s parents wore their emotions on their sleeves just like their son, they looked worried and fearful but there was a warm sweetness to them that reminded Thomas all too much of Patton’s hugs. Patton definitely inherited his mother’s large expressive eyes as well as his father’s deep-set frown, which Thomas was certain that if he smiled it be exactly like his son’s, bright and warm. Roman’s mother was jittery with a nervous energy that just seemed to radiate off of her, just like her son she couldn’t seem to sit completely still as was evident by her tapping foot. But even quiet and mostly sitting still she seemed to fill up the entire room with a flare that was just so Roman. Virgil’s parents seemed a bit reclusive compared to the rest, sticking close to Logan’s parents and mostly observing the events unfolding before them. Virgil’s mother seemed to be the quietest of the two but that didn’t mean she didn’t have anything to say, his father seemed to be the one to pull her from her thoughts, always careful and never too fast.

Thomas swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath in before finally entering the coffee shop and making his way towards them. Roman’s mother was the first to stand, closely followed by Logan’s parents, Thomas almost laughed at how similar they were compared to their sons. She stuck out her hand to greet Thomas giving him a firm hand shake.

“Hello, my names Guadalupe Marigold, you can call me Lupita, I’m Roman’s mom.” Her accent was thick like honey causing her to stick and trip over her words but it was still sweet to listen too.

“Maryam and Akeem Quinn,” Logan’s mother introduced, a hand on her chest and a gentle half bow towards Thomas which was returned “We’re Logan’s parents.”

“Nice to meet you.” Logan’s father, Akeem, added, going to shake Thomas’s hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” Thomas said lamely, shaking back.

As they sat back Patton’s parents stood up, Patton’s father going to greet him first, “Giovanni Foster, this is my wife Maria, we’re Patton’s parents.”

“How do you do?” Thomas smiled nervously, shaking both their hands only to then be pulled in close by Mrs. Foster who kissed both his cheeks.

“My Tesoro speaks very highly of you,” She smiled warmly, seating herself back with her husband “I hope all is true.”

Finally, with much shyness and caution, Virgil’s parents slowly stand to say hello. First is his mother, who shakes Thomas’s hand with a small bow and simply said, “Thi Storm.”

“Gus Storm,” Mr. Storm chimed in “we’re Virgil’s parents, good to finally meet you.”

“Likewise.” Thomas nodded taking his seat across from them.

It was awkwardly silent for a long time, either looking off into the distance or fiddling with their coffees and desserts they ordered. Where do you start? Who starts? What do you say? What even was this?

“So…your gay?” Gus asked and he seemed painfully aware how stupid and rude that question sounded. His wife did too apparently, if the death glare she was giving him was any indication of how she felt.

“What the hell, Gus?” Thi murmured under her breath, rubbing over her eyes.

“I panicked, nobody was talking.” Gus explained nervously.

Thomas wondered if this was how Virgil’s thought process was like when he was struggling to socialize with others. Still, Thomas smiled gently, letting it show he wasn’t offended by the question, “Yes, I am. Any other questions? Feel free to ask anything you like, nothing is off limits. I want there to be an open communication between all of us and to let you guys know that your sons are in good hands.”

“What exactly is it you do for a living?” Maryam asked, the ice finally starting to brake around them.

Thomas wanted to be as truthful as possible so after a moment of thought (though not so long it was suspicious) he said, “I’m an entertainer on YouTube mainly, I do talk a lot about LGBTQ+ topic and have spoken at several schools about the topic. Your boys actually go to my old high school and I just…wanted them to have a better experience then I did when I went there.”

“How so?” Giovanni asked curiously.

Thomas sighed, geez where does he even begin with this? Obviously, he couldn’t tell them everything that happened but he could give them a vague outline of what he went through. Technically it wasn’t lying, right?

“Well, I mean it was a lot worse back when I was a kid then now,” Thomas explained carefully “I mean, we were barely starting to come out of the woodworks but even then, we had to be careful about it. My folks and brothers were fine with it but they still wanted me to keep it hidden from everyone else, not because they were ashamed of me but because this is Manhattan and the people aren’t that nice and can sometimes be kind of dangerous. Especially, with…‘my kind’ of people.

“So, I kept to myself a lot, smiled when I had too, and just kind of developed this sort of…fake version of myself that society deemed acceptable,” Thomas continued “I didn’t want to worry my parents so I avoided telling them anything and my friends at the time didn’t know anything about me outside of school. It didn’t really help that there were a lot of…other things pilling up on me but through it all I at least had one supporter.”

It got quiet again and Thomas had gotten this far away look in his eyes. He seemed vaguely fawned of the memory but also in deep pain, so much so that Maria reached across the table to squeeze his hand. That finally got Thomas to snap out of his trance, clearing his throat with a nervous smile as he awkwardly retreated his hand on to his lap.

“S-sorry, kind of,” He made a vague gesture with his hand “spaced out there for a sec, a-anyway, the point being I don’t want these boys to feel like they’re alone in this, nor anybody else for that matter. If people can see that there is a strong support system, they can trust it’ll probably compel more students to come out and talk to us. LGBTQ+ youth has the highest grossing rate in anxiety, depression, bullying, harassment, and, unfortunately, suicide, and these are just kids!”

That seem to get to them, at least they weren’t paying attention to his weird space out anymore, but they looked semi disturbed which isn’t any better. They seemed to be mauling over these facts anxiously which Thomas couldn’t tell was a good thing or a bad thing. Like, Thomas didn’t want to guilt trip these parents into letting their children join a fake LGBTQ+ club but god only knows the chaos these boys could cause with their powers if left unsupervised.

Thi cleared her throat to speak, “Virgil has always been a very…anxious kid. Teacher would always tell us how they were worried because he was very underdeveloped in the social aspect of things. Thankfully he met Logan which kind of eased our worries but still made us anxious as to wonder how Virgil would handle things without Logan as a social buffer. It takes a lot for him to make friends with people and even then, he still kind of hides into himself. But then…”

She turned to Thomas, giving him a strange yet intense look, so much so that Thomas kind of shrank back a bit, “All of a sudden he comes home talking about wanting to make a club with Logan and two other boys he made friends with. Two boys that he has described as loud, eccentric, and a bit intense, all things Virgil actively avoids on a day to day bases. He’s out late, talking with people and losing track of time, coming home excited talking a mile a minute about the club he wants to make with his friends…” Thi’s eyes soften, brimming with tears as a small smile spreading across her face “…it’s the happiest I’ve seen him ever since…”

“Since…?” Thomas asked worriedly.

Gus placed an arm around his wife’s shoulders bringing her close to his side, “Last year, Virgil’s grandfather died and he…didn’t take it very well. It got so bad that he was mute for a couple months, something that manifested over the years due to his anxiety but due to the trauma of losing his grandfather it was worse. Not that his death was violent or traumatic, rather peaceful actually, but Virgil and his grandfather were very close.”

“I get it,” Thomas said, a deep understanding in his eyes that threw off Virgil’s parents for a bit before realization kicked in. They didn’t need to ask because Thomas told them anyway, “My aunt Patty was my biggest support when I was younger and after she…past I decided to kick my ass into gear and do something with myself instead of moping around. It’s what she would have wanted.”

“My sister, Perri, was Logan’s favorite aunt,” Akeem smiled sadly, his wife gently rubbing his back “he admired her so much and she absolutely adored him. When she was…” A pause, a look of pain and anger flashed across Akeem’s eyes before he centered himself once more with a deep breath “…when she passed became much more closed off with his emotions then ever before. We didn’t know what he was feeling half the time. But then the other day he comes in and…he’s just so full of life and excitement. It’s as if I’m finally seeing my son again.”

“Roman’s father was his hero,” Lupita sniffed, a watery chuckle escaping her lips “he wanted to be just like him when he grew up because ‘papi was so brave and amazing because he helped build skyscrapers and he never was afraid of falling down…’” She wiped the tears running down her cheek with the cuff of her sleeve “And when he did it was as if his whole little world came crashing down on him. He realized his hero wasn’t invincible and the thought of that made him feel so lost. Then yesterday he comes back home and it’s as if…he’s found his purpose again. As if he’s been found by it.”

“Patton was our second youngest,” Maria explained mournfully, her husband holding her hand tight “we had a little boy named Frankie…Patton loved him so much, he loved being an older brother. He was always so caring and attentive and Frankie loved him just as fiercely, they were always together. Then Frankie got sick…Patton never got to say goodbye.”

“He feels guilty about it, we know,” Giovanni continued when his wife no longer could “but he’s always tried to make the people around him happy first so he always put on a cheery disposition. Our little paloma has been known to wear his heart on his sleeves but sometimes it feels like he hides things for our sake. It was the same thing yesterday but…different somehow. As if we were getting a glimpse into his struggling mind but it was also starting to put itself back together again. It’ll take time, we know, but whatever you’re doing for these boys…please continue.”

Thomas is eyes were open wide in shock, he understood everything now, not completely but he finally got why these kids were the way they were. When you lose someone important you lose a part of yourself, you spend almost all your life looking for it again and once you find something similar to fill that void you latch onto it. For Thomas it was becoming someone better then what he saw in himself because that’s what his Aunt Patty would have wanted. From what he could gather these kids wanted some sort of control over their lives, stability, a purpose, understanding. That’s why they latched on so quickly with each other because finally someone was going through the same thing as they were and for once they wouldn’t be alone to deal with it.

The whole thing was painfully familiar to Thomas and he knew he was slowly starting to get attached to these kids more and more even if it’s only been two days. Do these fucking spiders only target people who’ve tragically lost someone close to them? Was that like a growing trend amongst the mutant spider community? Hey, here’s an emotionally unstable teenager who’s bound to lose someone in life let’s fuck up their lives even more!

“I promise,” Thomas said unintentionally, though he couldn’t stop now “I’ll keep them safe and help get them ready for the world ahead. I’ll keep you posted on everything we do and…I’ll make sure they’re never alone.”

‘Never again,’ Thomas added in his head ‘and I don’t care if I regret this.’

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CouldBeGayer: Ur training starts tomorrow after noon

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They were on the roof of an abandoned building; Thomas having changed into his Rainbow Weaver gear while the boys wore sweats and a bootleg Rainbow Weaver mask. They stood side by side in a line as Thomas slowly paced back and forth like an ever observant general in the army.

“This training will NOT be easy,” Thomas said sternly “if you want to be heroes you have to understand that your lives will not be the only ones on the line. You will be blamed for every little thing that goes wrong, nobody cares if it’s an accident. According to the news and in the eyes of the public: Super heroes don’t make mistakes. So, pay attention. Any questions?”

Logan raised his hand, “Why are we wearing masks?”

“A few reasons,” Thomas said coolly “mainly just incase people see us they won’t know your identities, I don’t want people to know we’re associated with each other and exploit it as a weakness. Also…I thought you guys would look hilarious in these and I was right. Moving on, let’s get down to business-”

“To defeat the Hun!” The boys sang.

“Guys, this is serious,” Thomas chuckled, quickly composing himself “do any of you know basic gymnastics?”

It was silent for a moment, the boys awkwardly shuffling their feet until Virgil slowly raised his hand and asked, “Does ballet count?”

“Yes, it does actually,” Thomas sighed, rubbing the back of his neck “even so I’m still gunna have to teach you a few things. As for the rest of you…let’s stretch out first then start at square one.”

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“This is called a bridge pose,” Thomas said casually, having practically bent backwards into a perfect arch on his hands and feet “now that you have powers, you’re not only stronger but are now a bit more flexible. But even with that we still got to stretch those muscles out so that they can become accustomed. Start from the ground up, slowly. If you need help ask.”

Virgil had the easiest time getting into bridge pose, since he was already the most flexible, the other three needed a bit of help. It was a bit of a struggle but soon Thomas was able to get all four of them into perfect bridge pose.

“N-now what?” Roman huffed, straining to keep up straight.

“Now you stay there for as long as you can.” Thomas said simply.

“Fuck!” Vigil groaned, the sound of a man who’s done this before and was not happy to be doing it again.

“Is this really necessary?” Logan grunted, shifting his weight from one hand to the other.

“You wanted to be super heroes and spider ones at that,” Thomas said haughtily, crossing his arms “you think I learned all those tricks and flips out of thin air? You have any idea how many muscles I pulled because I had no idea what I was doing? I have back problems now guys, I’m barely thirty!”

“No, offence Mr. Thomas sir,” Patton panted “but how is this supposed to help us not have back problems?”

“Like I said, we stretch out the muscles and get them use to the strain,” Thomas repeated “isn’t that right Virgil?”

“Yeah, something like that,” you could practically hear the pout on the emo boys face “doesn’t mean it still isn’t a pain in the ass.”

“D-don’t you mean pain in the back?” Patton giggled as Logan groaned loudly in the background but you could definitely tell he was smiling underneath the mask.

Roman was the first to fall, he had a solid build of muscle due to helping out the stage crew lift heavy props but it made his body a bit to stiff. Logan was next, his body was lanky and bendable enough but he lacked any sort of muscle to help him stay up right. Virgil was next leaving Patton as the last man standing which surprised everyone, including Patton.

“Well done Patton,” Thomas praised “I think we can move on to some other poses now.”

“Thanks,” Patton huffed, wiggling around a bit before he suddenly stopped and began to chew on the inside of his cheek nervously “um…I think I’m stuck…help.”

“Shit.” Thomas quickly rushed over to help him.

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Thomas stood in the middle of a line of webbing he had stuck the ends off to two buildings as well as having a net like web below it. “Next, we’re gunna work on your balance, just walk back and forth across the line a few times to get a feel for it. The building isn’t that high, about three stories, but I’ve still put a net underneath just in case. So, don’t worry if you slip, you’ll be fine, the webbing we have is extremely strong.”

The boys stood in a line on the building to the right looking across towards Thomas, who casually walked across the thin web to the opposite building, before looking down towards the net that covered the drop below. They gulped, shuffling around to see where they should start from until finally Logan bravely stepped up first. He stuck his hands out to his sides before taking a tentative step forward, scooting his way across until he was about a foot out. After taking a few deep breaths Logan finally decides to take a normal step forward, then another and another and soon he was walking across with ease.

Not one to be out shined Roman confidently went next, his pace much faster as he quickly caught up with Logan’s careful trot. Patton was next, going much slower then his friend, with Virgil clinging on to the back of his shirt at arm’s length as he followed behind. Thomas couldn’t help but think they looked like a trail of baby ducks waddling across a street.

Everything was going smoothly until a strong wind breezed by, causing Logan to stumble a bit and take a step back bumping into Roman which caused him to bump back into Patton and Virgil. The dramatical teen grumbled annoyed, shoving Logan forward, “Watch it!”

“Excuse me if the wind is a bit strong!” Logan growled, shoving Roman back with his elbow.

“You’re just moving too slow!” Roman shot back, shoving the nerd much harder.

“You’re moving too fast!” Logan snapped back, shoving back just as hard.

“Guys, stop shoving!” Patton squeaked, trying to hold his balance as Virgil now clung more closely “Virgil, I’m losing balance, let go!”

“If I do, I’ll fall!” Virgil shrieked, unknowingly pushing Patton forward and bumping him into Roman who was still fighting with Logan.

Thomas anxiously watched the scene unfold before him in slow motion; Roman had moved to shove Logan again but Patton bumped up against him causing Roman to use more force then plan. Logan completely lost his balance and fell forward, Roman jumped to grab his arm but he too lost balance which caused Patton to grab his foot and Virgil, who still held on to back of Patton’s shirt tried to grab the tightrope of web but miss.

“Shit!” Virgil cursed as they all fell screaming before bouncing back up against the net they had forgotten was there. They still held on to each other like an awkward wiggle worm before finally collapsing into a pile of groaning teenagers.

“So, team work is a thing we need to work on,” Thomas said from above them “and from what I saw it’s gunna need a lot of work. But don’t worry, nothing a few team building exercises can’t fix. We’ll worry about that later, right now you guys need to get back up and do about fifty more of these.”

The boys groaned in protest.

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Thomas worked them vigorously, from flexibility to balance to strength to stamina to speed and anything else you could think of. Due to his ballet training Vigil was the most flexible and well balanced, Roman was the strongest, Patton could jump the highest, and Logan was the fastest. They all had pretty good stamina, with Virgil coming in first, Logan and Roman neck and neck, and Patton just a smidge behind. Today was mainly another test day to see what their abilities could do and Thomas made sure they took brakes in-between each session.

Thomas swore up and down to Joan and Talyn before they left that he would stay absolutely professional with these kids. The fact that he was packing water and snacks for them as he was arguing this did not help his statement. It also didn’t help that he kept fussing over them like a mother hen every time they stopped to take a rest, constantly making sure if they were okay to continue.

They had gone to do a few laps around the city and had stopped on a nearby building to take a break at around the third one. Thomas once more passed out water bottles full of vitamin c and trail mix as they sat along the side of an ally way observing the city around them. Virgil and Roman were bickering about Disney movies, Patton was telling puns and Logan was just kind of facepalming the entire time. It was nice.

“So, what do you kids think of the glamor of superhero life?” Thomas cut in as he stood up to stretch.

“Uh, a lot more physically straining then I previously thought,” Roman admitted, though he didn’t seem put off by it “but nothing I can’t handle.”

“Yeah,” Patton agreed “it’s a lot of hard work but also kind of fun.”

“I’ll take it over Ms. Green’s weekend training camps any day.” Virgil said, chugging down his water bottle.

“It was bound to be strenuous, though we weren’t sure how much so,” Logan explained “but it is what it is, not turning back now.”

Thomas smiled, a swell of pride filling his chest, “You kids sure are tough, how ‘bout we finish up this lap and-”

Thomas’s head did a double take at a figure walking down the ally way, he quickly pulled his mask down as he gestured for the kids to stay back and out of sight. Of course they didn’t completely listen and opted to pick out from the edge of the roof as they observed Thomas swinging down into the ally and stopping in front of a ginger haired man with freckles decorating his face and arms. He wore a dark green polo shirt with a sort of logo on it, kaki pants, and a matching green apron with the same logo that he been busy tying around his waist, work clothes most likely. He jumped a little, not expecting anyone to stop him, but soon relaxed when he realized who had stopped him.

“Oh, it’s you,” The man chuckled breathlessly “I thought you were supposed to be saving people, not giving them heart attacks?”

“Well, I wouldn’t need to do that if you’d just listen to me and not take a dangerous ally way to work.” Thomas countered teasingly, his voice deep due to the voice distorter in his mask.

“Aw, but then I wouldn’t be able to see your cute masked face,” The man giggled causing Thomas to sputter a bit “plus, it’s much faster this way so I don’t really have a choice.”

Thomas cleared his throat nervously, “I mean, you could take the one down main. It won’t get you there as quick but it’s much safer and less riddled with gang activity.”

The man rolled his eyes playfully, “You accidently get jumped by a gang one time and you never hear the end of it.”

You could practically see the raised eyebrow under Thomas is mask, “You threw a brick at one of them and broke another one’s nose.”

“In my defense they were being assholes and catcalling some poor girl walking home,” The man argued “granted she may have been a prostitute but that still doesn’t give them the right to be assholes. Plus, if they hadn’t pulled that gun out on me, I would have been fine on my own.”

“Yeah,” Thomas chuckled “that’s not accounting with the other dozen with switch blades.”

“What’s a little internal bleeding,” The man joked “but in all seriousness thanks for saving me, again.”

“I wouldn’t have to keep doing it if you’d just stopped taking this ally way.” Thomas said with a fond look.

“I thought we established that I want to keep seeing your cute masked face,” The man pouted “or is it you don’t want to see me?”

“I-I didn’t mean – it’s not…I don’t –” Thomas squeaked, sputtering for over a minute until he finally composed himself enough to blurt out “I-I just don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”

The man giggled, pulling back a strand of hair behind his ear, “That’s sweet, but I can handle myself, trust me.”

“May I remind you that last night was the fifth time I’ve saved you,” Thomas sighed, defeated “that’s a big record for literally anyone.”

“Well, then how else am I supposed to keep seeing you?” The man said smoothly, brushing by Thomas with a smile and a wave “See you ‘round, Tiger.”

Thomas stood there, dumbfounded, as he watched the ginger haired man walk out the ally way, across the street, and into a nearby coffee shop. He sighed, scratching the back of his head as he puzzled over the conversation until he heard giggling. He looked up to find four pairs of mischievous eyes staring at him through reject Rainbow Weaver masks and Thomas instantly had regrets.

Thomas quickly swung back up, clearing his throat awkwardly as he began to pack of the snacks and water. He could still feel the boys’ eyes on them, smug smiles hidden behind their masks as they watch Thomas sweat.

“He was cute.” Roman giggled in a sing song voice, Patton giggled behind him.

“Uh, yeah I guess.” Thomas mumbled.

“What’s his name?” Vigil asked teasingly.

“How should I know?” Thomas grumbled, slinging the pack over his shoulder.

“Well, considering you’ve saved him five times and patrol this ally way long enough to know he takes it everyday to work, thus being able to casually stop him to talk, it is most likely fair to assume that you do know his name.” Logan stated smugly.

“I’m guessing you’re the type of kid that gets off on making every adult feel dumb.” Thomas huffed.

“Yes.” Logan said, an obvious satisfied smile across his face.

“He’s just huffy that he can’t talk to a pretty guy without sputtering like a gay disaster.” Vigil teased.

“To think I thought he was a distinguished gay.” Roman added with a chuckle.

“Aw, I think it’s cute that Mr. Thomas has a crush.” Patton gushed sweetly.

“If stalking the ally way near said crush is work place at the exact time, he’s supposed to pass by so that he can conveniently talk to him instead of training us, then yes, I guess it is cute.” Logan chuckled.

Thomas glared at the giggling teens before giving them a blank look and casually stating, “Five more laps around the city.”

He leaped off towards the next building leaving behind a group of groaning spider teens who reluctantly followed, spouting apologizes.

“Come on Thomas, we were only joking!” Vigil whined.

“It was a valiant effort at romance!” Roman added.

“He may reciprocate feelings for you!” Logan stated.

“You two really are super cute!” Patton shouted.

“Eight laps!” Thomas called back, more groaning echoed throughout the busy city.

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