#the hood

[gaybuckybarnesss]

ANTHONY RAMOS as Parker Robbins "The Hood" Ironheart 1.01 "Take Me Home"

[little-vulpecula]

The same man:

[lewispullmanfanblog]

~An Analysis on Parker Robbins and the Found-Family Trope ~

One of the things I think makes Parker Robbins so interesting as a villain is how he seems to crave family and friendships, and seems to really value it--up to a point, anyway.

I mean, bro created an entire found family that, yes, are his employees, but they also seem comfortable around him up until the truth about Stuart comes out, with multiple scenes of everyone hanging out before and after jobs at his apartment and seeming comfortable doing so, and he genuinely seems to enjoy their presence and company. He compliments them, protects them, saves their lives even if it could endanger him or his goals, such as when Slug and Jeri were dying and he breaks in to rescue them from the greenhouse as soon as he is finished dispatching the guards.

The scene where he saves Riri from the security guard also comes to mind.

Another scene where Clown steals his cloak is a standout proof of this. Instead of getting angry with her for stealing something he is shown to be hugely possessive over, he stops John from hurting her further, and even protects Riri from John in that same scene. Clown demands an apology, and Parker waits for John to do so rather than dismissing her feelings. Parker is a peacekeeper, when possible. He wants everyone to get along.

Hell, even with Zeke, who fights him tooth and nail--Parker brings him into his new "home", and they have a bizarrely domestic (and amusing as heck) scene at the dinner table together in which you can see that Parker is striving for some sense of normalcy. You could even argue him making Zeke eat is a messed up way of Parker trying to care for Zeke. Parker doesn't really need protection, but keeps Zeke close to him anyway. He's lost everyone else, and so he finds the nearest viable person to bring into his circle that same day that the others leave.

Parker doesn't like or want to be alone, and needs some form of validation that he exists, that he matters, even if it's by trapping someone that hates him and is forcing them to stay with him, such as he does with Zeke. Any attention is good attention for Parker, I feel. This is a common trauma response that can begin in childhood and follow someone into adulthood if you have been abandoned or neglected by a parent, which we know Parker was.

On top of everything else, I think he is so angry with Riri not just for inadvertently killing John, but taking away his found family by revealing the truth to them about Stuart. He feels betrayed by her, even though Riri is just trying to keep her family safe by dividing Parker's people with the truth. His way of thinking is extremely black and white--you're either with him or against him, and other people's reasoning isn't something I think he considers deeply, especially when it gets in the way of his own goals. He's great at reading people at face value, but he seems to place them in the mental boxes that suit him best, rather than accepting they are their own people with their own hopes and lives. As soon as they defy him to a point, he tosses them aside, such as he does with Slug, Jeri, Roz and Clown, even though all they are asking for is the truth. To him, it's an act of defiance he believes he cannot allow. Trust being broken once is all it takes, even if it's not fair to anyone else.

And in the last scene, what's he doing? Not lurking in some underground lair alone, plotting and cackling wildly. He's covered up, he's moving through a crowd that doesn't see him, and he goes straight to someone who he thinks can help him. He's seeking a new ally in Zelma's shop, maybe from Zelma herself. He's looking for help even after losing everyone, after feeling undoubtedly betrayed and broken by all of it, and instead of hiding and growing bitter, he's going to try and do this all over again with someone new.

And that's kind of beautifully tragic.

(Feel free to disagree with any of this but please don't be mean, I literally wrote this to distract myself from the tornado warning we just got so if none of it makes sense, that's why 🙃, it's just my interpretation of it all lol)

[riotpanther]

ironheart + text posts (1/?)

[imthataliensuperstar]

I really like Zelma Stanton and what stood out to me is how she casts spells like a witch similar to The Scarlet Witch and Agatha Harkness and uses magic as a sorceress like Doctor Strange. I NEED TO SEE MORE OF HER IN THE MCU!!!!! 😁

[dance-is-life27]

Waiting, Wanting

Parker Robbins x Reader

Summary: After far too long of not allowing yourself to date Parker, to want Parker, you finally cave with the arrival of Riri Williams.

Warnings: Fluff, like a smidge of angst, gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns used for reader like once I think, reader has a code name/alias, not beta read, getting together, kissing, way too much emphasis on those bagels from the beginning of episode two (yes I was hungry), Parker is a flirt and a little bit manipulative, in fact Parker might be a little ooc this is my first time writing him, and inappropriate employer/employee relationship?? (does it matter when your both criminals but he's your boss??)

A/n: tell me why the hardest part of this was trying to figure reader's skill set and what they could bring to the team when everybody else fills every other role lol. I still don't know how I feel about reader's place amongst them in this fic but oh well

Also inspired by this poll I made, let me know if you guys want the smut version of this fic as well!

Reblogs are more appreciated than likes!

You find yourself tapping your fingers against the wood of the table as you stare hard at the bag of bagels a few feet away from you. You probably could be paying more attention to the introductions Parker gives to Riri but your hunger is making you distracted, and impatient. 

Clown bumps your knee with hers, “Careful, you keep staring at that bag hard enough, you’ll start drooling.” She halfway whispers to you which pulls a quiet chuckle from your throat. 

“Drooling is the least of my problems, you know I’ve got a pit for a stomach down there.” You joke back before you nudge her shoulder with yours, the both of you going playfully back and forth in your seats before Parker clears his throat and looks at you both expectantly. 

“And Riri to the right of Clown is Cami, aka Chameleon. Our resident grifter who can blend in anywhere and everywhere, and uses their connection to the local Chicago pd to keep an eye out for cops and give us enough time to get away if the situation calls for it. Ironically, we first met when someone tried to pickpocket me and the rest is history.” Parker’s eyes catch yours as a grin slides onto his face, “It’s still one of the best and most memorable days of my life.” 

“Also known amongst the rest of us as Parker’s future spouse.” Roz speaks up, forcing you to turn to her and lift your left hand expectantly. 

“Can’t call me that if there is no ring.” You reply with ease before you give her the middle finger with a smile on your face. 

“Oh, I can get you a ring no problem.” Parker’s voice cuts through the laughter in the space, “In fact we can go ring shopping right now. How big you want it?”

Your eyes roll instantly, “Ignore him, Riri. He doesn’t know how to turn off the charm.” 

“And yet, he seems to only flirt like that with you.” Slug points out with a directed raise of their eyebrow. A scoff leaves your lips as everyone else agrees and you finally cave to reach forward and grab the bag of bagels in front of you. 

“Whatever, don’t we have a heist to be planning or something?” You redirect, very pointedly ignoring the way you can feel Parker staring into the side of your face before he agrees and redirects the rest of the planning to John. And if anyone asks you’ll blame the heat rising to your cheeks on one of the warm bagels you just bit into. 

The heist, as expected, goes successfully with Riri saving the day in just the nick of time, you’re sure now that she’ll make a great addition to the team. And so, when Parker gathers you all in the midst of the celebration with a surprise heartfelt speech, you can’t help but pull him away from the rest of the group after the cheers resound throughout the space. 

“Y’know, I never thought you’d be such a sap. It’s not often you make speeches like that.” You tease, watching Parker duck his head in the most bashful way you’ve ever seen him. 

Parker lifts his head before giving you a small shrug, “Yeah well, felt like it was needed after tonight.” 

You find yourself nodding in agreement, “Riri’s gonna be good for us.” 

“Yeah she will be.” Parker agrees and you find yourself momentarily dazed by the green of Parker’s eyes. The uncanny way he both sees you and sees through you, like the depths of your soul are just laid out bare for him. “And soon enough, most of us will have everything we want.” 

Your brow raises, “Most of us?” 

“Yeah, there is something missing that I want.” Parker replies, taking a step forward into your personal bubble. His very presence is near overwhelming at times but especially when it’s moments like this, when he’s this close and all of his attention is on you. It makes you feel like you're the only person in the world, makes everything else seem so small in comparison. “You.” Parker admits and you have to bite back the groan in your throat when he takes a step closer to you. 

“Parker-” 

“C’mon, we both know that I want you and I don’t know why you keep-” 

“You know damn well why, Parker. You can turn invisible but you’re not indestructible, you can still get stabbed, still get shot, and can still get hurt. And in a job like this one, that’s already too many risks to put on an already thin line. And we-, I, can’t afford to put my heart out there too.” 

You watch as Parker blinks, as he takes in the information you’ve given him. Rejection, you know, is something that he’s used to, but you also know that it’s been a long time since then. You’re wary about how he will take it, about how he will react.

Parker’s brows furrow, those green eyes of his lighting with something you can’t place, a look on his face that you’ve never seen before. “You trust me?” 

“What? Of course-” 

“Then trust that I’ll come back to you, no matter what. Whatever it takes, I’ll keep coming back to you, for you. And that you won’t be the only one with your heart on the line.” Parker lifts his hands to cup at the sides of your face, “The rest of the world ain’t ready for how good we’ll be, for how good we are, together.” And it’s not a moment later that Parker presses his lips to yours. 

Parker kisses just like you imagined he would, tasting like liquor and darkness and a bad idea all rolled into one. And yet, you can’t force yourself to pull away, not when you’ve dreamed about this very moment for far too long in between smaller heists and watching the team build into something beautiful. Not when you’ve ached about what it would feel like to tug at Parker’s curls or trace the tattoos that peek out from beneath his shirt with your fingertips. You can’t help but sigh and fall into the trance, into the depths and mystery that is Parker Robbins as your lips slot together like you're meant to be there forever. 

“Shit, Par.” You gasp as you pull apart, you can’t tell if you're feeling dizzy from the kiss or the lack of oxygen to your brain. Either way, what bliss.

Parker presses his forehead to yours as you breath heavily, a small chuckle leaving his lips at the state he’s left you in, “So, what do you say?” 

You don’t give him a verbal answer as you pull him back into you and let yourself get lost in the shadows that lurk beyond Parker’s teeth. Your fate for better or worse, sealed with a kiss. 

Tagging: @ghostie-cola, @slytherinmates, @mingyuziiiii

[n3ptoonz]

'Heavy is the Head'

Pairing: Parker Robbins/Reader

Fandom: MCU; Ironheart

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, your code name is Hermes not your actual name, body worship, blowjob, dialogue, he's a softie, this can work as gender neutral reader i think??? you're like an informant, kinda proofread

wrote this on a whim after seeing his sexy ass edits. WATCH IRONHEART GUYS!!!!

Word count: 1.8k+

You typed away on your computer with intense focus. Looking up all sorts of things for your current client from Baltimore. You'd been taking many gigs lately and they filled the monetary gap just fine. You didn't need constant calls from your top clientele as much anymore as long as you kept taking these petty jobs. The longer you're in the business, the more you realize just how easily swayed people can be by their emotions. It's not like you were dealing with mini Lokis but man oh man the pettiness of these people that could be using your abilities for so much more than finding where someone is staying at so they can have "Welcome Home Cheater" largely spray painted on their front door. Maybe even throw in some extra toilet paper and eggs.

Your phone rang three times before you glanced at it. Unknown Caller. You narrowed your eyes before brushing it off and continuing your search. It rang again, causing you to sigh dramatically and pick it up, placing it between your ear and shoulder so you could keep typing and clicking. But before you could ask who the hell was blowing your phone up at midnight, you heard a familiar voice on the other end.

"You gonna buzz me in or have me out here looking like a toxic ex?"

Parker.

You stopped mid-type and held the phone to your ear with furrowed brows. He was like a toxic ex in a way. It almost made you laugh.

"Is that not...what you are?" you feigned curiosity and leaned back in that squeaky leather chair that has seen better days.

"Hermes." he warned, hearing you stifle a laugh. You sighed softly and leaned back to press the buzzer behind you so he could come in.

When he emerged from the hanging beads that lead into your office, you still hadn't moved from your desk. Feet kicked up and your chin leaning on a fist as you waited for him.

"Heavy is the head that wears the hood." you said with a smile. He didn't smile back. Just kept his usual calm demeanor and his hands in his pockets. "Since when did you forget to set appointments? You know I don't take walk-ins."

"This can't just be a social call?"

"A social call?" you echoed in genuine disbelief, like it was a bad taste in your mouth. "Parker, you insult me."

"Two things can be true at the same time."

"Then lead with that. You show up unannounced and pretend like you're here to just see me? Don't do that."

You untangled your legs and stood up to slowly round your desk and stand a foot away from him. He watched you move and bit his lip nervously as he averted your gaze.

"Listen, I'm sorry, a'ight? It's been a while, I know that."

"Try a year and some change." you cut in. He still couldn't look you in the eyes.

"I'm sorry." he repeated and ran his hands over his face with a deep sigh. You looked at him with pursed lips. Curse him. You could never stay mad at him forever. But you were still just as petty as the next guy.

"You gonna hug me or have me standing here like a toxic ex?" you said, but didn't make any move to get closer to him. Just in case. "Or is that too personal?"

"Okay, okay." he let his hands drop to his sides with a side smile playing on his lips. He couldn't run from you forever. He never could. He stepped towards you and pulled you into his chest. You rubbed and patted his back with a content sigh.

"Why are you really here?" you asked quietly, your voice muffled by the material of his jacket. He didn't let you go yet as he answered.

"I...may or may not need your help..."

"Parker."

"I definitely need your help." he said as he finally released you. He gave you those puppy eyes he swears he doesn't do.

"You know that doesn't work on me anymore, right?"

"I'm not trying to work you. Seriously. I need your help."

"I'm booked, dude. You see the papers and pens cluttering my shit," you gestured towards your workspace. "I told you I don't do walk-ins."

"Was that before or after the last time we saw each other?" he asked. The room fell silent and so did you.

"You wanna do this right now?" you asked with a scoff. "I couldn't let people think I gave certain clients special treatment."

"Is that what I am? What I was?" he asked. "A client?"

"Fucking your weed dealer doesn't make them not your dealer anymore, right? They're your dealer who you occasionally fuck unless one party wants to change that and the other party agrees. Which didn't happen between us. I'm already wrapped up in something and I'm willing to bet you'll need this info by the end of the day."

Everything you said was true and he knew it. He took a deep breath and looked around your "office." It still looked the same. Still smelled the same. Like car parts and eucalyptus.

"I ran away." he finally said. "It's true. I fucked up and I shouldn't have come here thinking it was gonna be kumbaya. However," he grabbed your hands and looked down at them with a small smile. He missed how they felt in his. Your warmth, which he knew he didn't deserve. "I need it the day after tomorrow. I'll do anything."

You squeezed his hands and sighed with a long pause.

"Such a sap." you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. "Just give me the details. I'll get em for you."

Parker looked up at you with brown eyes full of hope, "For real?"

"Hand me the paper before I change my mind."

He playfully scoffed and let your hands go to fish a sheet of paper from his jean pocket. When opened it you could see his handwriting covering both sides. Oh, this was serious.

"It's all there." he said while handing it to you and watched you skim it over. "Well?"

You whistled as you did the numbers in your head. "Yeah, this might take a full 24 hours to get but...it's doable. I got it."

Once he heard you say that, he grinned and hugged you again. This time was tighter than before and he whispered thank you a few times. "I couldn't do this without you."

You hugged him back at a bit of an awkward angle but still was happy that he was happy nonetheless. "Mhm." you hummed. "I know."

He released you and nodded curtly, not uttering another word as he turned to leave.

"So that's it?" you called out from behind. He stopped in his tracks and exhaled through his nose, not quite facing you yet. "Show me." you continued but he didn't budge.

"Hermes-"

"Show. Me."

He turned around to see you staring right at him. It was clear you weren't going to let this go. With a silent curse under his breath he took off his jacket along with his shirt with some hesitation. Your eyes laid upon his tatted chest that went up to the side of his neck. This was way more than you'd last seen him.

"C'mere." you said while craning your finger towards you. He followed up by walking back over to you, his eyes lingering on your face before turning around. You softly gasped and splayed your hands across his shoulders. That hood was doing something sinister to his body from the jump. You knew this, but it obviously got worse. Instead of voicing what he already knows, you just... felt him. Your palms carefully roaming his back.

"This is some crazy ink." you said. Your hands stopped at his waist as you leaned forward and peppered his back with slow kisses. Each one deliberate and thoughtful. His head hung low while trying not to twitch and squirm, but he was definitely feeling something in his pants.

"Thank John for that." he manages to strain out.

When you turn him around his eyes fall to your lips before reaching your eyes that were preoccupied with his chest piece. Your cold palms gliding up his skin as you leaned in and kissed him a couple times. Just as slow and deliberate as before. You pulled away slightly and brought your hands down with you. Kissing his tattoos and slowly making your way to the zipper of his pants. His breathing started to become a little shaky as you backed him against a wall. Your name fell from his lips in a broken whisper. Your real name.

Undoing his zipper with your teeth, his head gently hit the wall. God, you are so fucking hot. Always knowing how to work him in ways he couldn't refuse. Damn near every night since he stopped seeing you, he hasn't been thinking straight since. The rest of the team teased him about this, especially John who had urged his "sorry ass to get the fuck on and stop being a pussy."

Parker's hands twitched the second you pulled him out and licked a stripe up the shaft. You gripped the base and swirled your tongue around his shiny red tip that had a bit of a twang of precum. He cursed and bucked his hips.

"Please." he whispered and shut his eyes tight. Then he had to stop his knees from buckling when you took him all in one slow go. Your mouth warm and wet, captivating him like a siren.

You bobbed your head and a steady pace on purpose. You wanted him to really feel what he was missing for the time he was gone. Even slapped his hand away when he tried to touch you.

Your hands moved to grip his thighs since he could reach all the way to the back of your throat. Drool escaped the side of your mouth and into the floor. His boots scraped against the floor from trying not to collapse. Poor guy was so touch starved he was already close.

He looked down at you with ragged breaths. Fighting everything telling him to grab your head and fuck into your mouth. You'd be pissed, likely would never want to see him again. Seeing your lips become puffy from the pressure, oh...

"I'm gonna-," he blew out and blinked to stay focused. "Please, don't stop. Like that, yeah-" he grunted. The slick and slurping sounds were too much to bear.

The second he hit the back of your throat again, he broke. You coaxed him through while he came by slowing down a bit and rubbing soothing shapes on his hips.

When he finished, you pulled back with a soft 'pop' sound and stood up. Wiping your lips and putting some of the excess back in your mouth. He looked at you like a godsend. Eyes hooded and dazed, you were all he could see.

You stepped forward and generously put his dick back in his own pants with a soft smirk.

"14 hours."

[whatsgoingonovahere]

Okay, so you all know what to do

[therealredlocust]

[cxce15]

Having them play cousins was such a w

I need fanfics of them both tho cause they high key FIONEEE

[gaybuckybarnesss]

ANTHONY RAMOS Ironheart 1.03 "We in Danger Girl"

[mrsudakuwilliams99]

AND ANOTHER THING- i am NAWT liking this whole xavier and riri storyline they giving us…that girl is GAY! And not only do i hate it because eww boys, but i also think it’s weird to have a crush on your DEAD LITTLE SISTERS BEST FRIEND😬

[delusional-fantasising]

Hi! If you're taking requests I saw the post on Parker Robbins character. Could you do a fic with a reader who's on his team but there's like a shit ton of tension between them and then a specific situation causes them to act on that tension. I don't know your rules on smut or nsfw but this doesn't have to include that unless you want it to

Author response: Hello I am open to writing almost everything just check my rules if you aren't sure or i could tell you if i am uncomfortable writing something, I write for GN readers but I give the option of both afab and amab bodies that way everyone can get the reading experience that they would experience what they prefer rather than just writing one version and leaving a demographic struggling to find a version for them.

The fake cloak (Parker Robbins/Medic!Reader)

Content:

In general: Tension, Violence, Injuries, NSFW, Consent, Teasing, Unsafe sex, Hair pulling (Recieving!Parker), name calling, mentioning of medical impractice, Bottom!Parker, Porn with Plot AFAB part: Unprotected PIV, implied vaginal creampie AMAB part: Unprotected anal, implied anal creampie

Please use protection irl please

Losing your job wasn't easy but being placed all over the town's newspaper and the news for what you did just tarnished your reputation. You were being sued for so much money, money that you had to make by selling your house and living inside of your car.

You were in a grocery store and at the cash register, you swiped your card just to hear the error sound.

"Sorry but your card has been declined, do you have any other way of payment?" The cashier asked, you didn't. You were officially extremely broke, you were going to cancel everything till the guy behind you spoke up, "Sorry my friend is going through some finical struggles right now."

He handed a fat wad of cash to the lady who smiled and nodded her head understandingly. She bagged your groceries and you turned to the guy who paid for your stuff.

"Thank you so much I just-" You began as you were grateful because these times weren't easy for you. He raised his hand and cut you off, "Its no problem, people gotta look out for each other. My boss noticed you the other day living in your car and we have a hiring spot open if you would like it."

He handed in a card with a location on it along with a phone number.

"Go to this place tomorrow afternoon if you want the job."

He left after you took the card, you needed this job even if it meant working at some pizza shop, you had to pay a lot of money that you didnt have.

The next day you went to the location and you entered an elevator and it arrived on the top floor, when it opened you were greeted by a group of people with one of them having a knife in her leg.

"Here's your test," A normal looking guy said as he gestured to cheap medical supplies on a table, the woman sitting down spoke, "I can't believe i agreed to let you stab me."

You were stunned but your body kicked into action as if you were back in the E.R, in the matter of an hour you were done and hired.

Years later

"I swear I am surrounded by idiots," You muttered, rolling your eyes as you plucked broken beer glass shards from Clown's shoulder. "Hey it was not our fault, we had to defend Slug's honour. No one calls our tech whiz those nasty slurs and not expect us to beat the shit out of them."

Slug was helping bring around materials for you to help the others. You glanced over and noticed that Parker probably had started it because he looked like he was in rougher shape than the others.

"Well crap Parker, you look like shit. You looked like you bumped into everyone's fist." You joked, Parker wasn't in the mood so he forced a smile, he groaned in pain as he shifted the ice pack on his face before quipping back, "You gotta see the other guys."

"Parker did started the bar fight, he did the first swing," Slug chuckled, the one time you decided to not go to the bar with the group you missed the most. You started to stitch up the wounds on Clown's shoulder then leaving her to go rest up.

"Okay Parker you are the last one," You spoke as you changed your gloves, rubbing your hands together before putting on a new set of latex gloves. "Nah I'm fine."

"Yeah nah my ass your fine." You grabbed disinfectant and cotton swabs, Parker swatted you away to no success. You firmly stated, "Parker either you let me help you or I will get the other's to hold you down."

You looked at the others to see who would help but they seemed to be more interested in the walls or their nails.

"You guys are useless."

You turned back to Parker, he looked grumpy and he repeated, "I can take care of myself I don't need your help."

"Yeah well you hired me and you know that I am a medic, you didn't hire me to stand around looking pretty. C'mon big boy move the ice pack and let me take a peak of how bad they fucked you up," You ordered, no longer asking nicely. Parker muttered under your breath, "Should have just hired you to stand around instead."

"I heard that." You weren't waiting anymore so you full on snatched the ice pack from Parker and tossed it out of reach from him. He attempted to move but you just did what you did best and wrestled him down. Falling off the couch.

"Get off me!"

"Stay still you big man baby!"

The rest of the group laughed till finally you had Parker pinned down, your legs pinning his arms down. He was giving up now, he looked frustrated and he muttered, "Bitch."

"Yeah yeah asshole." You responded back knowing that he didn't mean that and he knew that you didn't mean it either. His face was all bruised and cut up from the bar fight, you carefully did what you could best do in the given state. You flicked his forehead and chided, "Next time you get into a bar fight make sure you are wearing your fucking cloak dumbass."

"That defeat the whole purpose of making sure no one finds us you know? Can't be walking around in my cloak," Parker chuckles as he winces at the flick, you knew if John was here he would have beaten your ass for forcefully during your medical practice on Parker. You were about to get off when you noticed something on his neck that you knew wasn't a new tattoo. "Hey Park, you got something going on your neck."

You attempted to pull the shirt collar down but Parker grabbed your wrist and gave you the look that signaled that he wasn't going to be the same about the small cuts and bruises about it. This time you took the hint, you got off of Parker and told him, "You better get that checked out otherwise i will actually sedate you to check whatever you got isn't anything bad."

"Got it, now go to your room," Parker answered as he got up and left, you rolled your eyes because this was something you were going to pester him about.

...

The skin markings seemed to come and go but soon you let it go after Parker convinced you that he has it under control, he wouldn't tell you what it was though.

After you let it go, you decided to play a small prank on the group, you were all giggly as you placed the clothes on. Parker knew about your little tailoring and sewing hobby, he never asked about it enough to know that you were making a cloak that looked nearly identical to his. You placed it on, going up to the mirror to check yourself out.

"Oh you really outdid yourself. Hm well Parker looks good with or without the cloak. I definitely look good in the cloak," You giggled to yourself, pretending like you were wearing his cloak. Sure he may know about your small crush on him but you vowed to never bring it up to him since that would be odd. Dating your boss, didn't stop from you thinking about it. "Okay now time to freak out everyone."

You left your room into the lobby where almost everyone was at, you whistled grabbing everyone's attention.

"Okay honest opinion guys who pulls it off better, me or Parker?" You chuckled as you spun around in it before walking over to the mini bar. Slug, Clown, and the blood siblings were shocked.

"Parker is going to kill you!"

"You are in trouble!"

"You pull it off better."

Everyone bickered and fussed over how you were wearing "Parker's cloak". You were soaking in the compliments and smiling, the cloak despite not being Parker's you imagined it was his, pretending that it smelled or felt like his arms. You knew that Parker was upstairs doing god knows what but his cousin John was coming down seeming pissed as if he had an argument with Parker.

You didn't notice John was closing in on you fast.

"Yeah guys wanna know something funny this-" You were cut off by John grabbing the back of your head and smashing it right into the bar. A ruckus began as everyone was trying to pull John off of you as he was beating the crap out of you. You fell to the ground and covered up. The fake Parker cloak being ripped off of you and John yelled at you ready to attack you again as everyone was trying to yank him off you, "Why the fuck do you have Parker's cloak! I swear I will-"

You pulled John's knife out of his holster and stabbed it hard into his leg, he shouted loudly. Parker was running down the stairs and running over trying to find out what was happening.

Parker got John off and got between his cousin and you.

"The fuck is going on?! I heard a ruckus and I see you John beating up the medic." Parker barked wanting answers, you sat up a bit. Catching your breath, your lip was all busted up and you grabbed your ribs. John limped back a bit glaring at you. "They stole your cloak."

"It is a replica you shithead! If you took maybe a minute to hear me, I was going to say that I sewed one in my free time. But no you had to smash my face into the bar!" You shouted as John looked at the supposed cloak in his hands. Parker didn't even need to look at the cloak to know that it wasn't his, he let out a deep exhale. There was a lot of tension in the room. You snapped at John before Parker could say anything, "Oh yeah John guess what, I am not helping you out with your wound you shithead! You can go heal yourself."

You were refusing to tend to John which was fair but what he said was out of line and wrong, "This is why you fucking lost your job! Not doing your fucking job right!"

You were ready to tackle down John because that was out of line to rub the fact you lost your job as a trauma surgeon all because of a medical malpractice and not listening to your patient's family leading you to be here. Parker stopped you before you could lunge and attempt to beat up his cousin.

After sorting out everyone, Parker took you to upstairs to his office. You were on a short fuse and were gripping on the fake cloak tightly. He closed the door behind you.

"Parker get your guard dog on a fucking leash because why is it I'm guilty before proven innocent!" You snapped as you tossed the cloak on the ground, Parker walked over putting his hands on your shoulders, "Hey relax, I will punish John and give him a talk about what he did was fucked up-"

"I swear John makes me want to quit this fucking job," You shouted as you ripped yourself out of Parker's grasp, Parker knew immediately that he was not going to let you quit this job. "Hey none of that talk, you are not quitting."

You turned around to get up in Parker's face to announce impulsively that you were going to quit but he grabbed your face. Staring right into your eyes.

"Hey we need you on this team, I need you on the team. I don't know what the rest of the group or I would do without you. You take such good care of us," Parker murmured softly, he got all close with his body pressed up against yours and forehead against yours. You had gone quiet, you really wanted to demand him to prove it. That was the impulsive part of you, Parker's impulsive part of him was a lot more stronger than yours. He pressed his lips against yours, your eyes widened in shock, but that shock wore off fast because in the matter of minutes you were kissing back, arms wrapped around his neck.

You were still pissed but you felt like you were being a little less pissed off than earlier.

"My room?" Parker murmured as he smiled against your lips, his hands wandering down to your ass. He had that flirty glint in his eyes knowing damn well that he was planning a lot more than just going to talk you out of quitting. "Yes your room now."

Parker and you went to his bedroom with him only letting you go to grab the fake cloak replica off the floor. He had some plans on what he wanted to do with it with you.

You have never been inside of Parker's room before but holy hell did it just smell of him so strongly, you didn't care about the interior because you were busy kissing and taking Parker's clothes off. Clown was not lying about Parker looking hot shirtless but you got to have the VIP treat of getting to see him completely nude. He had tossed your shirt somewhere followed by your pants and undergarments but he slung the cloak on you. He murmured between kisses, "Do you want this?"

"Yes Parker."

"I think I may question later why you really took the job," Parker teased as he lets himself fall back on the bed with you on top.

AFAB Section (Pronouns are still neutral)

Parker wasn't a really patient man, you knew that by now but he wasted no time burying himself deep into your cunt. His actions were accompanied by your noises of pleasure and pain, he looked up at you and chuckled, "You may want to keep the volume down, you know how thin the walls are. Wouldn't want anyone to come over to my room and hear us."

Right as you were going to respond him, Parker like the shit he was sharply thrusted up. You gasped loudly and your hands went to his shoulders.

"Asshole," You muttered as you went down to kiss him but he stopped you with one of his hands on your chest. He was thrusting up into you and he responded, "You are going to just stay up there, I want a good view of you."

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you suppressed the noises that wanted to escape, you matched his pace. Moving your hips, pressing down on him with each of his upward thrusts. Parker's hand that was on your chest slide down to your clit that he paid attention too. Fantasizing what Parker was like in bed did no justice to the actual deed put into action.

The room filled up with the sound of skin slapping against skin, you failing at not letting any noise out and Parker panting from the work out he was getting.

"Parker," You whined as he kept on thrusting and rubbing circles on your clit firmly, Parker was definitely in some different plain of existence, he was in the zone just thrusting up into your cunt that was just clamping around him in all the right ways. He liked how the cloak replica looked on you, even though he knew it wasn't his, it made him think that he no longer wanted you as just an employee under him. Having you under him literally, that he wouldn't mind.

Parker finally allowed you to lean down to kiss him, swallowing your moans and grunting as he felt your hands go through his hair just to tug on his curls. He finally made you unravel all over him and he wasn't far behind. His hands relaxed and went to your thighs, letting out a shaky breath before giving you a smile. "You still gonna quit?"

"After this no."

AMAB Section (Same as the AFAB version, GN pronouns but different anatomy. It's a repeat of the other one but with a few things changed)

Parker wasn't a really patient man, you knew that by now but he wasted no time burying himself deep into your ass, he enjoyed seeing your dick twitch. His actions were accompanied by your noises of pleasure and pain, he looked up at you and chuckled, "You may want to keep the volume down, you know how thin the walls are. Wouldn't want anyone to come over to my room and hear us."

Right as you were going to respond him, Parker like the shit he was sharply thrusted up. You gasped loudly and your hands went to his shoulders.

"Asshole," You muttered as you went down to kiss him but he stopped you with one of his hands on your chest. He was thrusting up into you and he responded, "You are going to just stay up there, I want a good view of you."

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you suppressed the noises that wanted to escape, you matched his pace. Moving your hips, pressing down on him with each of his upward thrusts. Parker's hand that was on your chest slide down to your dick that he paid attention too, jerking you off at the same pace he was thrusting. Fantasizing what Parker was like in bed did no justice to the actual deed put into action.

The room filled up with the sound of skin slapping against skin, you failing at not letting any noise out and Parker panting from the work out he was getting.

"Parker," You whined as he kept on thrusting and jerking you off, Parker was definitely in some different plain of existence, he was in the zone just thrusting up into your ass that was just clamping around him in all the right ways. He liked how the cloak replica looked on you, even though he knew it wasn't his, it made him think that he no longer wanted you as just an employee under him. Having you under him literally, that he wouldn't mind.

Parker finally allowed you to lean down to kiss him, swallowing your moans and grunting as he felt your hands go through his hair just to tug on his curls. He finally made you unravel all over his stomach and hand and he wasn't far behind. His hands relaxed and went to your thighs, letting out a shaky breath before giving you a smile. "You still gonna quit?"

"After this no."

[gimme-that-felix-content]

felix getting a chance to use the black cat miraculous and having a name copycat is soo on the nose but consider: I like it

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what was going through riri’s head this whole scene: