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I got all these issues. Will you be my prescription?

Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader

Wordcount: 4462

Summary:

A fight about your safety ensues when pictures of the two of you together get leaked by a fellow agent and former one night stand. He's livid that your relationship is exposed to the world and now could be used against him. You could care less who knows about your relationship. You've been together over a year, you knew what dating the former Winter Soldier brought with it. No, you're pissed that some bitch, who doesn't even count as an ex, is trying to ruin the best thing to happen to you.

Warnings:

Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Feels, Some Humor, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Steve Rogers Is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Song Lyrics, Inspired by Music, Not Canon Compliant, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, P In V Sex

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This oneshot came out of nowhere one evening when I was listening to music on my phone while working on another fic. A cover of the song "Issues" (originally performed by Julia Michaels) came on and my mind was flooded with this idea and story that I need to flesh out. I have no control of my muse. I just write the stories she tells me to. HAPPY READING! Lyrics for the song Issues by Cameron Bedell will be in bold. ( Here's a link for you to check out the song ) Thoughts in italic.

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

You're trying to get him to understand that the real problem is the agent and not the exposure. Yes you now have to be more careful when you're somewhere without him. But it's not much different than what you were already doing.

"If she leaked us being together what makes you think she wouldn't leak other more sensitive information. Hell, she already could have!" You argue, trying to get him to see the whole picture.

"I don't give a fuck about some jealous drunken hook up who still feels jaded. I never wanted you in danger. That's why it was so important to keep us hidden." He snaps back.

Your emotions finally get the best of you. "I never WANTED to be hidden James! I went along with it because it was something you needed that made you feel secure. One less reason I might leave."

You shake your head as the tears begin to well in your eyes. "We're over a year in. I thought we'd be out to more than just people with enough clearance to be made aware. Makes me feel like your dirty little secret. I don't want to be that forever."

"Keeping your attachment to me hidden keeps you safe. What about that dont you understand?" He's so lost in his fear that he can't see things clearly.

"No. It leaves me vulnerable and easier to take with no one noticing because they're unaware of my relationship to the deadliest man I know." You calmly state. That seems to get his attention. "How can anyone fear the repercussions of even trying to get close to me like that without knowing who to be afraid of?"

He just stands there. Tension radiating off his body.

You let out an exasperated sigh and start walking to your door. "I think you need to go Bucky. I can't do this with you right now. You're so lost in your anger and fear that you're not thinking clearly. And I'm just plain pissed off. I don't want either of us to say something we regret later."

A look of shock crosses his face. "Doll, you can't be serious? We just got exposed. You're not safe."

"No one knows where I live, yet."

"Key word, yet."

"James." You reach for the knob. "Please just give me some time alone. I know where to find you when I'm ready. We both need to think about things from all angles."

He walks up to you and pins you to the door with a soul crushing kiss. Putting all of his fear and love into that one small gesture. He pulls away and allows you to open the door. Just as he crosses the threshold he turns his head your way. "This is far from over, doll. Don't keep me waiting too long."

You spend the next couple of days working through your thoughts with your guitar. Letting the music take you where you need to be. Mending the frayed edges and soothing the aches.

Through your musical therapy a song develops. Something that you think might help ease things between the two of you. Because, let's face it, you miss your man something fierce.

Every imperfect piece of him. Responding to his texts just to let him know you’re safe and alive, just isn't going to cut it anymore. Someone has to yield first, and it looks like this time around, it’s going to have to be you.

Mind made up on what you are going to do, you decide to give Steve a call.

It rings three times before he picks up. “Rogers.”

“Hey Stevie. How’s he holding up?” You waste no time asking what you so desperately want to know.

“Hey, Dollface.” He sighs. “‘Fraid to say, he’s not doing too great. Seems his already short fuse has shortened significantly. Had to take him off the training roster for the recruits because too many couldn't keep up with his demands or got injured.”

“Shit.” You shake your head even though you know he can't see it. “I was hoping he had calmed down some by now. I’m sorry Steve. I didn’t think he'd still be affected this much.”

“It’s not your fault. You know how overprotective he is in general. Add a threat, from the inside at that, and he goes nuclear.” He excuses.

“Well, I think I may have a solution to our problems.” You admit. “If not at least a band-aid for the time being. I’m going to need you and Sam’s help though. If you're willing of course.”

“I’m all ears. Want me to grab Sam so you don't have to explain it twice?”

“That would be great actually. I’d appreciate not having to spend more energy than I need too.”

“Alright. Hang on a sec.” You hear shuffling, followed by a door opening. Then the tell tale sound of a knock and a muffled voice before a door opens once more. “Hey Sam. Mind if I come in? I’ve got Buck’s best girl on the phone and she has something she wants to go over with us.”

“No problem man. Come on in.” Sam replies.

Once safely behind Sam’s door he places the phone on speaker. “Okay, doll. Tell us your plan.”

“It’s pretty simple really. I’ve used my time alone to reflect and process things the best way I know how. With my guitar.” You lightly chuckle. “Anyway. Long story short, I wrote something for James and I want to surprise him by performing it in front of you all.”

“All of us?” Sam asks.

“Well, just the Avengers. A small little private concert type of thing. Though I'll only be singing the one song halfway through. My friend has a great band that I think you all would love. If you can get Tony to hire them for the night to do a private show for you guys, I can sneak my performance in.”

“So Bucky will know about the private show but not that you're a part of it?” Steve questions for clarification.

“Yup.” You pop the ‘P’ for emphasis. “Think you can sway Tony to make this happen?”

“Seeing as how this should improve Bucky’s temperament and save us doing extra recruit rotations and paperwork. I don't see Tony being a problem. Text us when you know if your friend's band can do it and we’ll take it from there.” You can hear the relief in Steve’s voice over your plan.

“Thank you guys. I owe you big time.” You declare.

“Just help us get the normal grumpy old man back. That’s all we ask.” Sam imparts.

“That’s the plan.”

Tonight’s the night. You rub your hands anxiously against your thighs as the town car Tony sent for you cruises leisurely down the long Compound driveway. You surpass the front roundabout and make your way around to the back, near the private entrance and garage the Avengers use.

You text your friend Marco, the lead singer of Bow & Dagger, that you’ve arrived and to send someone out to get you. Of course your ex Chase, the bassist, is the one to greet you. He leans his body against the door frame, a smirk plastered across his face, as he scans your body from the bottom up. “Looking good Firefly.”

You roll your eyes at the use of your old nickname. “Still using that outdated moniker Chase?”

He quirks a brow at you. “You’ll always be my firefly. Maybe even more so now that you’ve gotten away. I’ll forever be chasing your light.”

You can't help but laugh at him. “Does that lyrical prose still work on the female population nowadays?”

“I’ve had no complaints.” He shrugs. “It used to work on you just fine if I remember correctly. Hell you used to toss it right back at me.”

“The blessed naivety of youth. Thank the Goddess that I grew up and my priorities shifted. I’m a more well rounded individual now. Less in search of useless validation.”

“Ouch.” He clutches his chest. “Still got those talons, I see.”

“Never leave home with them.” You wink at him. “You gonna let me in so you can make that paycheck I’m sure is well above your normal fee, or stand there all night?”

“Get in here smartass before Marco lays in to me for wasting time.” He moves aside.

You walk into the pseudo green room and are immediately smothered in a bear hug. “Hiya Stu. I’m happy to see you too.” You say into his barreled chest. “Mind letting up a bit. I kinda need to feel my fingers in order to play.”

He quickly lets go, only to place his hands on your shoulders and stare at you with a dopey smile across his face. “I’m sorry girlie. I’m just so happy to see ya. It’s been too long.”

“It has. I’m sorry ‘bout that.” You wince. “Life kind of got away from me. You know how it goes.”

“I’d say all is forgiven, seeing as you booked us this sweet gig.” Marco butts in, scooping you up in a hug himself.

“Fuck yeah! I finally get to shoot my shot with the Black Widow.” Stu exclaims.

“It’s the least I could do. You guys have no idea how much you're helping me out here.” You walk over to the couch and place your travel case down.

“What exactly are we helping you with anyway?” Chase inquires.

“Some Rom-Com grand gesture type shit” You smugly state.

“No shit?” Stu asks.

“I speak only the truth.”

“You gonna tell us who the unlucky schmuck is?” Chase snipes.

“With that attitude, you’re just going to have to wait and see.” You give him a smile to rival the Cheshire Cat’s. “The look on your face is going to be fucking priceless. I can’t wait.”

Before he can respond with some dickish comment, there’s a knock on the door, followed quickly by Tony and Steve entering the room.

Steve makes his way over to you. “Hey Dollface. You ready to get this show on the road?”

“I’m all set if these knuckleheads are ready to head on out there.” You turn towards the boys. “Have you guys met your benefactor for tonight's little private concert?”

“Negatory little lady.” Stu speaks up first, walking over to Tony. “Howdy Mr. Stark. The name’s Stu. Bow and Dagger’s drummer and loveable goofball. That’s Chase. Bassist and resident fuckboy. And the merose looking fucker over there is Marco our lead guitar and vocals.”

“That suits you.” Tony imparts. “You certainly give off drummer vibes. Lots of energy. Any questions on how this is gonna work?”

“I wouldn't mind a breakdown.” You pipe up.

"Here's how it's going to go." Steve grabs everyone's attention with his Captain voice. "We're going to gather the team in the common room where Sam and I set up a stage earlier. Tony is going to introduce the band. You'll play 3 songs and announce your taking a 5 min smoke break. That's when Dollface here is going to make her way on stage and do her thing."

He smiles over at you. "Hopefully if all goes well you guys will finish your set and then you're welcome to stay for dinner and hang out."

"Solid plan golden boy. You come up with that all on your own." You joke.

"Always with the smart quips. I'll remember that. Now let's get moving before the team gets restless and wanders off."

So far the evening was flowing seamlessly. As Bow & Dagger played the last notes on your third song, your nerves decided to make themselves known. You watched them announce their break and leave the stage.

Before you could sabotage yourself, you made your way onto the tiny stage and turned to the group of mostly stunned superheroes. “Hey guys. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting. I have some things I need to get off my chest and thought I might provide some intermission entertainment in the process.”

You roam the space for Bucky and lock eyes with his Steel blues, seated on the sofa next to Steve. Taking a deep breath, your fingers begin to strum the opening chords, the team looking on in curiosity over what may come out of your mouth.

Sustaining eye contact you let the lyrics flow out of you as if there is no one else in the room.

Mmm mm mm I'm jealous I'm overzealous When I'm down I get real down When I'm high, I don't come down I get angry Baby, believe me I could love you just like that And I could leave you just this fast

You take in his demeanor, stock still but engaged nonetheless.

But you don't Judge me 'Cause if you did, baby I would judge you too No, you don't judge me 'Cause if you did, baby I would judge you too

The only thought in your head is Here goes nothing, as you put your whole heart into the chorus.

'Cause I got issues But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you

You breathe a little easier when you notice him start to soften. Just absorbing the piece of your soul you're sharing with everyone.

You do shit on purpose You get mad and you break things Feel bad, try to fix things But you're perfect Poorly wired circuit And got hands like an ocean Push you out Pull you back in

A subtle smile crosses his face at the truth in your words. The picture of him that many do not get to see. You really get into it as you run through the bridge and chorus one more time. Now it’s time to bring it home and woo your man.

Ooohhh, Need you OOOOOOH AHHHH I got issues You got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you Ooh hoo hoo I got issues One of them is how bad I need yoou Issues And one of them is how bad I need you

You could hear a pin drop in the room as Bucky rises from his seat and makes his way over to the stage. You swallow and try to get your breathing under control as you have no idea what is going to happen.

Before you know it, he’s standing in front of you, broad chest heaving. He brings his hands up and cups your face before pulling you into an earth shattering kiss.

You forget that you have an audience until the sound of their cheers and clapping reaches your ears. You think you not only hear but see the muted flash of a camera through your closed lids.

You come up for air to see Bucky with the most lovesick expression on his face. “You did all that for me?”

You nod your head. “Figured it was the best way to get you to listen and understand.”

“Fuck I love you.”

“Love you too James.”

Sam rushes over to the stage. “Man, I live streamed the whole thing. The people are going crazy over ya’ll.”

“You did what?!” You both blurt out.

“I streamed it. The world already knows about you. Might as well milk it. No need to thank me, damn.”

Bucky moves to jump off the stage and rush Sam. You barely catch him in time. “Hey. Don't let him get to you okay. You know how much he loves to rile you up.”

“Sorry, doll. He’s just such a douchebag sometimes. We were having a moment.” He apologizes, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

“It’s fine.” You nip at the flesh as it passes over once more. “What I really want to know is if performing the song in front of everyone was okay? I just wanted you to hear me out and understand my side of things. I didn't want to embarrass you or anything.”

“Doll. Stop rambling.” You shut your mouth. “I loved it. Honestly I liked that they got to see how much you feel for me.”

You beam up at him. “Good.”

“Now I have some displays of affection I need to show you myself. Come on babygirl.” He pulls you off stage and heads towards the hallway that connects with his, Steve and Sam’s wing of the compound.

You’re pulled inside Bucky’s room, tripping over your sneakers as he hurriedly maneuvers you through his space. “James, slow down. I’m gonna eat shit if you keep it up.”

He stops in front of the bed, turning toward you. “Shut up.” He grabs your waist and tosses you down on to the mattress, climbing on and caging you in with his massive frame. “You’ve used that mouth enough tonight. Now it’s my turn.”

With no time to catch your breath, he renders you incapable of responding by capturing your lips with his own. Kissing life back into your body, as your tongues dance a tango only you know.

He takes his time as his hands roam your curves. Sneaking his cool metal digits under your shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He begins to remove your shirt, placing his flesh hand underneath your lower back as he slowly lifts your torso to pull your shirt over your head. You raise your arms in aid, grazing your fingertips across the stubble along his jaw when he tosses your shirt aside.

He trails his hands down your flesh until he reaches the waistband of your jeans. With a quick snap of his vibranium fingers your button is undone, your zipper quickly following suit. He starts to slide the denim down, tapping your hip to get you to raise them so that he can remove them entirely.

Leaning back on his haunches, he grabs the back of his shirt with his flesh hand and pulls it off. His lust blown blue eyes focused on you draped over his bed sheets. “So fucking beautiful.” He runs his hands up your legs, gripping the waistband of your panties when he reaches your hips and takes his time removing them from your body.

“Take your bra off for me, babygirl.” You lean up on your elbows, reach behind your back and unclasp the garment, letting it fall away from you body.

Leaning forward, he ghosts kisses along all of your exposed skin. Mapping out a trail of pleasure and gooseflesh. Teasing first one and then the other nipple with his tongue, ending each with a deep suction.

The slow paced teasing continues, driving your need for him higher. He stops his trek at your mound, hot breath blowing puffs of air on the cooling slick leaking from your folds. “So beautiful and all mine.” He runs a cool metal finger along your drenched lips. He ensnares you in his gaze. “That’s right, isn't it, babygir? This pretty little pussy is mine to do with as I please?”

“Yes. All of this is yours.” You pant out. Delirious for him to do something more than tease.

“Damn right it is.” He runs a stripe from taint to clit with his skillful tongue. Circling your sensitive little bundle nerves, pulling a moan out of your throat. Having had enough of taking his time slowly torturing you he thrusts his tongue inside your aching center. The thick muscle massaging your silken walls, giving them something to finally clamp on to.

“Mmm. James. Fuck. Your tongue feels so good baby.” Your hands anchor themselves in his hair, just enjoying the ride. But that’s not enough for him. He wants you desperate and begging before he gives in and makes you come apart on his cock.

He pulls his tongue out, swirling it along your folds, seeking out every drop of your essence. Moving the appendage upward to lightly circle figure eight patterns on your clit, bringing you right to the edge. So close to falling over that cliff into utter bliss before he pulls away.

“No! Why’d you stop? I was so close.” You sit up, reaching out for his face, wanting to drag him back to your pulsing center.

He scoots back off the bed. “The first time you come after sending me away and keeping your distance, is going to be while my cock is deep inside you.” He unbuckles his belt, drawing your eyes down to his hands working on divesting himself of the last of his garments.

You're hypnotized by his movements. Mouth watering as you wait for his thickness to spring free from its confines. Time seems to stand still as his pants drop to the floor. “You went commando.” You whisper out, licking your suddenly dry lips.

“Wonderful coincidence. I wasn't expecting to see you tonight and Steve came pounding on my door right as I got out the shower to tell me I had to come be a part of the festivities. I just threw on the closest clothes.” He shrugged, wrapping his metal fist around his length, giving himself a few pumps as he drank you in with a predatory gaze.

“Lay back down, babygirl.” He husks out. The command sends a fresh wave of slickness to your core, anticipating what’s to come, as you slowly lie back.

“Spread those luscious thighs for me, doll. Present me with my perfect little pussy.” He grunts out as he continues to stroke himself, a bead of precome precariously close to dropping from the tip as he places a knee down on the bed.

You open your legs wide enough to show off your glistening folds. Following his command, but holding back just enough to make him growl and push your thighs open the rest of the way.

“You really wanna play with me right now, babygirl? After keeping this body away from me for days?” He rubs his cock between your cleft, tip bumping against your engorged and still so sensitive clit.

You squirm and whimper, just wanting him to be inside of you already. That halted orgasm, inching its way back to the surface every time his hot length grazes your bundle of nerves.

“I’m sorry, James. Please. Need you inside me.” You plead. “It’s been too long since you filled me up.”

“You’re sorry huh?” You quickly nod your head. “Gonna let me wreck this pussy? Ruin you for anyone else? Milk me dry like the cumdrunk little slut that you are?”

“Yes. Yes. Please.” You beg, just wanting him to finally take you, reclaim you as his own.

“As you wish, babygirl.” He slams forward to the hilt, splitting you open with his girth.

He doesn't even give you a moment to get reacquainted with the size of him deep inside you. He just pulls back and thrusts in harder. Setting up a pace that just makes your brain go fuzzy and every nerve-ending sings in pleasure.

“Fuuuck. Look at you doll.” He grunts out. “Already cock drunk and I’ve barely gotten started. Pussy’s gripping me so tight baby. She doesn't want to let me go.”

Your mind can't function enough to produce anything other than moans, whimpers and wails of pleasure. You’re flying a serotonin high you are not ready to come down from yet. The coil in your core tightening as you dance closer and closer to the knife's edge of orgasm. Waiting for the moment when you dive off the edge into ecstasy.

Almost as if sensing that your climax is impending, Bucky picks up the pace, swiveling his hips and grinding his pelvis down on your clit for added stimulation. “Come on, baby. Come for me, pretty girl. I can feel your walls quivering around me. Give in. Fall apart on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

That’s it. That’s all you need to lose yourself and let go completely. Surrendering to the euphoric bliss, screaming out for the whole compound to hear.

A rainbow of stars detonate behind your eyes as you writhe beneath him, back arching off the mattress before you go limp, laying in a state of bonelessness.

“Don’t pass out on me now doll. I’m so close. Little pussy is squeezin’ me so tight.” His pumps become erratic as he chases his own high. “Don’t you want me to fill you up? Have me leaking out of you for days?”

You just nod and whisper out. “Please. Full.” Not able to formulate more than two words in your current state.

It was all the validation that he needed to hear to stop holding back and release the days worth of his seed into your waiting womb. Painting the walls white with rope after rope of his spend.

It felt like it went on forever with how much he was pouring into you, until his dick stopped twitching and he collapsed on your chest. Catching his breath and covering your face in sweet kisses as you both come back down to earth.

You stayed locked together, your pussy warming his cock, as you both let your fingertips roam along the other's skin. Allowing yourselves time to just revel in the moment of the new direction your relationship is heading.

"You sure you're okay with the world knowing about us, doll? You’re not afraid that you'll no longer be safe?" He asks into your neck.

"Like I said before, I feel no less safe than I did before, James.” You tell him with conviction. ”Plus now, I get to rub it in everyone's face that the White Wolf is all mine.” You grin like the cat that got the cream. “You're truly stuck with me now, Bucky."

He chuckles. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He places a soft kiss on your lips.

Just as the kiss deepens and you start the journey towards round two, there’s a knock at the door, followed by Sam’s muffled voice. "You guys done making up yet? Steve wont let us eat until you guys get back out here."

You both can’t help but laugh. "Tell Stevie we'll be right out but we're not staying long. I've got time to make up for."

“TMI man! A simple ‘Be right out’ would have been enough, Buck.” Sam scoffs as we walks back to the common area.

“Come on, doll. Let’s get dressed before Stevie comes looking for us next.”

If you made it to the end, THANK YOU! If you liked it please feel free to let me know (but it's not required); and if you didn't, that's okay too, I still thank you for even giving it a chance.

#poc reader #avengers smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes

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themakeupbrush · 6 months

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List of Met Galas since 2001

I've gotten a few asks for a list of Met Galas. Technically, the gala has existed since 1948, and been themed since 1973, but I started at 2001 to keep it short (there was no gala in 2000 apparently). If you're interested in every theme that's ever existed, there's a chart on Wikipedia.

Most lists online start somewhere around 2011-2013, since it wasn't covered by the press the same way before then.

2001 Jacqueline Kennedy: The White House Years

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Christina and Lindsay Owen-Jones, Annette and Oscar de la Renta, Carolina Herrera Caroline Kennedy and Edwin A. Schlossberg

Sponsor: L'Oreal

2003 Goddess: The Classical Mode

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Tom Ford, Nicole Kidman

Sponsor: Gucci

2004 Dangerous Liaisons: Fashion and Furniture in the 18th Century

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Renée Zellweger, Lawrence Stroll, Silas Chou, Edgar Bronfman Jr. Jacob Rothschild, Jayne Wrightsman

Sponsor: Asprey

2005 The House of Chanel

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Karl Lagerfeld, Nicole Kidman Caroline, Princess of Hanover

Sponsor: Chanel

2006 AngloMania: Tradition and Transgression in British Fashion

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Christopher Bailey, Sienna Miller Rose Marie Bravo, The Duke of Devonshire

Sponsor: Burberry

2007 Poiret: King of Fashion

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Cate Blanchett, Nicolas Ghesquière François-Henri Pinault

Sponsor: Balenciaga

2008 Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, George Clooney, Julia Roberts, Giorgio Armani

Sponsor: Giorgio Armani

2009 The Model As Muse: Embodying Fashion

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Kate Moss, Justin Timberlake Marc Jacobs

Sponsor: Marc Jacobs

Ticket Price: $7,500

2010 American Woman: Fashioning a National Identity

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Oprah Winfrey, Patrick Robinson

Sponsor: Gap

2011 Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Colin Firth, Stella McCartney François-Henri Pinault and Salma Hayek

Sponsor: Alexander McQueen

2012 Schiaparelli and Prada: Impossible Conversations

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Carey Mulligan, Miuccia Prada, Jeff Bezos

Sponsor: Amazon

2013 Punk: Chaos to Couture

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Rooney Mara, Lauren Santo Domingo, Riccardo Tisci Beyoncé

Sponsor: Moda Operandi

Ticket Price: $15,000

2014 Charles James: Beyond Fashion

Co-chairs: Aerin Lauder, Anna Wintour, Bradley Cooper, Oscar de la Renta, Sarah Jessica Parker, Lizzie and Jonathan Tisch

Sponsor: AERIN

Ticket Price: $25,000

Theme Announcement: September 4th, 2013

2015 China: Through the Looking Glass

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Jennifer Lawrence, Gong Li, Marissa Mayer, Wendi Murdoch, Silas Chou

Sponsor: Yahoo

Ticket Price: $25,000

Theme Announcement: September 11th, 2014

2016 Manus x Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Taylor Swift, Idris Elba, Jonathan Ive Nicolas Ghesquière, Karl Lagerfeld, Miuccia Prada

Sponsor: Apple

Ticket Price: $30,000

Theme Announcement: October 13th, 2015

2017 Rei Kawakubo/Comme des Garçons: Art of the In-Between

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Gisele Bündchen and Tom Brady, Katy Perry, Pharrell Williams, Rei Kawakubo

Sponsor: Apple, Condé Nast, Farfetch, H&M, Maison Valentino

Ticket Price: $30,000

Theme Announcement: October 21st, 2016

2018 Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Rihanna, Amal Clooney, Donatella Versace Christine and Stephen A. Schwarzman

Sponsors: Christine and Stephen A. Schwarzman, Versace

Ticket Price: $30,000

Theme Announcement: November 8th, 2017 (currently the latest they've announced the theme)

2019 Camp: Notes on Fashion

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Lady Gaga, Harry Styles, Serena Williams, Alessandro Michele

Sponsor: Gucci

Ticket Price: $35,000

Theme Announcement: October 9th, 2018

Planned for May 4, 2020 (canceled) About Time: Fashion and Duration

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Meryl Streep, Emma Stone, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Nicolas Ghesquière

Sponsor: Louis Vuitton

September 2021 In America: A Lexicon of Fashion

Co-chairs: Timothée Chalamet, Billie Eilish, Amanda Gorman, Naomi Osaka, Tom Ford, Adam Mosseri, Anna Wintour

Sponsor: Instagram

Ticket Price: $35,000

2022 In America: An Anthology of Fashion

Co-chairs: Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Regina King, Tom Ford, Adam Mosseri, Anna Wintour

Sponsor: Instagram

Ticket Price: $35,000

2023 Karl Lagerfeld: A Line of Beauty

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Dua Lipa, Michaela Coel, Penélope Cruz, Roger Federer

Sponsors: Chanel, Fendi, Karl Lagerfeld (brand)

Ticket Price: $50,000 (most expensive to date)

Theme Announcement: September 30th, 2022

#met gala #long post #im being generous on when more media outlets started covering the met gala heavily #many only include the past few years

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sungbeam · 1 year

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jacob bae x gn!reader

1.8k words, est. relationship au, low-key idol au?, long distance relationship, kissing/intimacy (cuddling, holding hands, the works), fluff, angst, me missing home, jacob bae brainrot is a disease and i've been thoroughly infected, i can't believe i didn't curse—

a/n: if u couldn't tell, this is inspired by jacob's latest instagram post :') for vibes, listen to malibu (miley cyrus), golden thing (cody simpson), and 17 (julia michaels)

When the soft stream of morning light hit Jacob Bae's eyes, they fluttered open, squinting and crinkling to adjust to the natural alarm clock waking him up. There was something so beautiful about early morning sunlight, the way its pale, buttery glow filtered through the window and seemed to shimmer against the dust particles in the air.

He sighed through his nose, arm tightening around your waist as he buried his face into your shoulder to hide himself from the waking world.

You barely stirred, but you had been awake for a while, lying still in an effort to give him the rest he deserved. Your phone was across the room on a table charging next to his; again, hiding from the world. "Cobie," you whispered, voice barely audible.

He had heard you loud and clear, though, only replying with a whimper of opposition. "Mm-mm," he refused, head shaking against you. "Darling, don't wanna," he replied lowly, his mouth moving right by your ear.

Your body was content to stay with him. Well, your whole being was content on staying with him, but the point of this trip was so you and him could frolic around California on his week off. Today you would be in Malibu, but the next day, you would probably end up somewhere in the Bay area or maybe even across the state in Tahoe. Time was of the essence, but…

It would have been nice to simply lay here in bed together, to waste the day away. Every day, it felt like the two of you had to fill it with something productive or else it felt like you'd wasted it. With so little time to see each other or spend time together usually, this was your chance to finally have each other to yourselves.

Your arm dove beneath the warm covers to find his hand locked around your stomach. "Come on, hon, there's a really good donut place nearby," you coaxed.

A beat. "Do they have cereal flavored ones?" For a moment, you thought he sounded almost childlike, and you smiled.

"The best," you promised.

As if you'd said the magic words to wake his body up, Jacob released a small groan like a set of creaking hinges on a door frame. He lifted himself up onto his elbow and hovered over you, nose nuzzling against your cheek as his lips grazed your own. "Good morning," he said, a whisper threaded with lingering drowsiness.

You smiled against his mouth, hand reaching up to cup his face gently in one hand. "Good morning."

One fruity pebbles donut and an iced americano later, you and Jacob found yourselves on the sandy shoreline of Point Dume, beneath the looming cliff sides painted in lush green and sandstone. The highest point of the cliffs speared high above your heads as if reaching up to touch the overcast skies themselves.

The both of you had slipped your sandals off at the precipice of sand and boardwalk earlier, opting to hold your shoes and feel the grains of sand between your toes. Jacob grabbed your hand, fingers curling with yours, entwined hands swinging between your bodies.

Seagulls screeched to the symphony of gently rolling waves. Jacob's gaze was turned toward the infinite horizon. "I always feel like the coast is so gray," he said to you, like a question.

Your eyes stared ahead, mentally trying to recall the walk from here to Paradise Cove. "Yeah, you'd think it'd be more sunny, huh?" You mused. "It's really overcast by the coast, most of the time, unless it's like deep summer. But it should clear up by the afternoon."

"It's kind of nice." It was then that he tipped his head back, his dark brown bangs sliding slightly out of his eyes and the hood of his navy jacket falling backward. A smile widened on his face. "Feels serene and warm. I like it."

You let out a small chuckle, eyes relishing in the serenity reflected in his face. He could breathe easy here. "I'm glad you like it. I was worried you'd be sad to not have the full beach experience I promised you."

Jacob's attention went to you then, his face in innocent disbelief. "Not the full beach experience? All I need to enjoy my time is to have you right here, next to me."

You beamed, eyes ducked toward the sand. "You're so cheesy, jeez," you teased and nudged him with your entwined hands.

He laughed then—the sound was bright and twinkling, louder than the surf itself. "It's true! I just… I'm glad I can be here with you. We've been talking about having a trip like this together for so long, and I…"

The two of you had stopped now, bodies angled toward and facing the other. Your hands sat linked together between you still. Jacob wet his lip with his tongue, the words having died upon it.

You could feel those words echo in you, too. All the words unsaid, the reality that neither of you wished to face. "Well, let's make the most of it and enjoy it while we can, o—okay?" You hated how your voice broke off at the end and quieted. You wanted to be strong; all of this angst was just going to ruin the mood of this trip, and he didn't deserve to have this cloud hanging over you for the remainder of the trip.

You knew he would be able to see right through you as soon as you made eye contact with him. So you didn't.

Instead, you tugged on his hand and shot a grin back at him. "Race you to the next lifeguard tower!"

Jacob yelled in playful outrage as you tore down the shoreline, kicking sand up in your wake. "Oh, you're gonna lose so badly just for that!"

Both yours and Jacob's laughter lit up the beach and for a moment, you could both pretend that this was forever.

Oftentimes when you were home, here in California, golden hour and sunset was one of the few times of day you looked forward to. However, as you and Jacob settled on the soft sandy bank with twin cones of soft serve ice cream in your hands, you couldn't help the distinct anchor of dread sinking to the pit of your gut.

The breeze was cooler, crisper than it was early in the day. The yolky sun sank beneath the horizon, until the last of its golden rays radiated against the sky in a hazy afterglow.

Jacob had his eyes on you for a while now. Though he idly lapped at his ice cream cone, he sensed that there were feelings you were harboring in your chest right now, bottling them up in an attempt not to upset him. Your quiet wasn't necessarily unusual, but there was a stiffness to your posture like you were curling your body in on itself.

He quickly finished off the rest of his ice cream, then shouldered his jacket off to drape over your shoulders. When you turned your head to look at him in question, he only shifted closer to you so your back was to his chest.

"Thank you for today," he murmured to you, his breath warm on the skin of your neck.

"Of course," you said back.

Jacob leaned his cheek against your back. "Tell me what's wrong, darling. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?"

He felt your sigh. "I just don't want this to be over yet." You cleared your throat, "We don't have a lot of time left."

"We still have the rest of the week," he assured you softly, though, his heart beat became leaden in his own dread. Yes, the rest of the week laid ahead of you, but afterwards? What then? His hand gently smoothed up and down your arm in an attempt to calm you both down. "But I understand. I don't want this to be over either."

When you couldn't find the words to respond, he continued, "I want to be selfish—I wanna be so selfish, Yn," he confessed. "I love my job and I love what I do, but that means that I can't see you or be with you very often. And today… just proved to me how badly I've missed you. I haven't felt at peace in a very long time."

You finally leaned back against him so you could share your weights, share your burdens.

"I'm sorry," you croaked, "and I know it's not necessarily my fault, but it hurts to hear that you have to feel that way." You peered up and back at him, his eyes meeting yours with the same kind of sheen pooling at the precipices of his eyes. You tried for a sad smile, hand finding his amongst your tangled bodies on the cool sand. "I don't want to waste this time either, because you'll be leaving soon."

He nodded, head ducking slightly to tuck into the crook of your neck. "It'd be nice to be selfish for once," he murmured into your skin, lips trailing up slowly from your throat to the angle of your jawline.

Your free hand lifted, cupping the back of his head to hold him tight against you. "It would be," you agreed.

But it wasn't who he was. Jacob wasn't a selfish person, not someone who would go out of his way to get what he wanted, especially if there were other people in the mix. It was, of course, part of why you loved him so much. His heart was far too large for the world sometimes.

You shifted in his hold to turn around and face him then, your hands resting flat against his chest.

You met Jacob's eyes, his hair falling in his eyes and his jacket falling off the slopes of your shoulders. Your fingers delicately brushed his bangs away so you could see the last bits of pinkish daylight fade out to a bruised purple reflected in his irises. "Let's be selfish for a week," you told him. "Just you and me, okay? You deserve to be a little selfish, Jacob."

His tongue poked his cheek, head ducking then raising to be level with you once more. "We… we deserve to be selfish."

Then he braced his hand slightly behind you, his other coming up to cup the side of your face. Jacob crushed his lips against yours, the feeling of his chest flush against you, your matched heart beats—grounding you to reality. Your arms came around his neck to pull him to you like the waves to a shoreline, begging for just another touch.

And for just a moment in time, you could both believe that this could be your forever.

a/n: a tad bittersweet :') pls do remember to rb, comment, etc! <3 ty for reading!

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 10

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy! Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, Violence

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Miguel and Felicia go on a big mission to hunt down the gangs who have been stealing villain tech from different universes.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

New York, Earth-928

The morning glow painted the room with a soft, golden hue, casting warm, amber rays of sunlight that caressed Felicia and Miguel's slumbering bodies. The gentle, persistent sunbeams seeped through Felicia's closed eyelids, coaxing her from her dream. Reluctantly, she blinked her eyes open, her vision slowly adjusting to the gentle illumination. Her gaze fell upon Miguel, his face peaceful in repose, framed by tousled, dark hair. As Felicia lifted her head from Miguel's bare chest to sit up, the arm that had been resting on her back stiffened, gently but firmly pulling her back down. She chuckled softly, nestling into the comforting embrace of the man beside her.

“How long have you been awake?” Felicia giggles, snuggling back into Miguel.

Miguel smiles, his eyes still closed as he basks in the sunlight. “Little while now.” He responds, his morning voice, like warm honey.

With a delicate hand, Felicia's fingers traced the sharp contours of Miguel's jaw, her touch a tender exploration of his rugged features. "How are you so hot?" she mused.

Miguel shook his head, the ghost of a smile gracing his lips as he slowly opened his eyes to meet hers. "Ready for round 4?" he playfully suggested, a glint of mischievous desire dancing in his dark gaze.

Felicia chuckled her laughter a sweet melody that filled the room. She moved to sit up, her tousled hair cascading over her shoulders, and a subtle wince crossing her face. "As much as I would love to," she began, "I'm starving... and still aching."

Miguel smirks with pride. “Breakfast first, then?” He sits up, joining her.

Felicia nods as she leans in to kiss his soft lips. “I’m gonna get coffee from downstairs. Want anything?”

“Just a black coffee,” Miguel says as he stretches while walking to the bathroom.

“God, you're boring.” Felicia’s comment earns her a playful glare from the half-naked man in the doorway.

As Miguel disappears into the bathroom to shower, Felicia opens a portal back to her home to change into her suit and fix her wild sex hair. Once she's satisfied with her appearance, she opens another portal to the cafeteria. After she orders hers and Miguel's coffee, she spots Julia Carpenter running over.

"Felicia!" Julia shouts, desperately waving her down.

Felicia quirks her eyebrow in curiosity. "What's up?" she asks the panting woman.

Julia leans in, her voice lowered to a hushed tone. "Did you hear?"

Felicia's curiosity is piqued. "Hear what?"

“Ben Reilley and I were at one of the Peters’s parties in their penthouse last night, you know, the one you said you were too cool to go to.” Felicia rolls her eyes. “Well, when Ben was leaving…” Julia paused to glance around, making sure there were no eavesdroppers. “He heard Miguel fucking O’Hara fucking someone!” She quietly screams.

Felicia’s smile fades. “Wha- Who? Did he find out who it was with?” She interrogates.

Julia shakes her head, no. “Ben tried to find out, but couldn’t hear a name. But apparently, they were going at it! Like a lot of screaming!”

“Night-Spider! Your latte and black coffee.” The barista shouts.

“Since when did you drink black coffee?” Julia judges.

Felicia scurries to pick up her order. “Trying something new.” She says with fake enthusiasm, prompting Julia to accept her excuse. “Let me know if you hear anything else about it,” Felicia says, trying to leave the conversation.

Julia nods enthusiastically. “Oh yeah! A whole group of us are determined to crack the case.”

Felicia manages a forced chuckle, then quickly turns to scurry back to the penthouse. As she rushes back, paranoia takes hold, and she constantly scans her surroundings, wary of anyone who might be watching her movements. Eventually, she made it back without anyone spotting her. As she walks in, Miguel gives Felicia a confused look, her panic, evident.

Miguel stood in the cozy, sunlit kitchen, expertly tending to a sizzling pan of scrambled eggs, the aroma of buttery, eggs filling the room. The sizzle and pop of the cooking eggs added a comforting backdrop to the morning. Felicia, carrying two steaming mugs of coffee, moved gracefully towards him, her footsteps barely making a sound on the polished hardwood floor.

"Everything alright?" he inquired, worried about the panicked look written all over Felicia’s face.

She set down the cups on the smooth granite countertop and then, with a deep breath, walked silently behind Miguel. She wrapped her arms around him, her body molding to his, and her soft breaths fanned his back.

"They know," she whispered, her voice trembling with apprehension.

His eyes, a rich shade of brown, widened in shock, the reflected flicker of the gas stove dancing within them. "About us?" he questioned, his tone a blend of concern and disbelief.

"Ben Reilly overheard us last night," she confessed, her words barely above a murmur. "He doesn't know it was me, but he knows you were with someone."

Miguel swore softly under his breath, his shoulders slumping in frustration. "They don’t know it’s you, which is all that matters," he said, his voice calming. He reached over, turning off the stove, the eggs just reaching that perfect level of creamy doneness. Then, turning to face the panicked woman, he took her trembling hands in his, his palms warm and reassuring.

"It’s okay, mí Hermosa," he murmured, cradling her face gently in his hands, he leaned in, his lips pressing against her forehead, a soft, lingering kiss filled with love and reassurance. "We'll be more careful, and we'll get through this together."

The two share breakfast, laughing and bickering about anything and everything. It was a solemn day, at least until LYLA interrupted.

“Hey, Miguel.” She materializes on the table.

“Yes, LYLA?”

“Jessica Drew found a lead on some thugs that have been universe hopping. She is putting together a team with you and Miss Hardy and a few other spider-people. She requests everyone be ready for the debriefing in 20 minutes.” LYLA gives a nod before fading away.

“Looks like you're gonna have to hate me again.” Miguel teases, pressing a kiss to Felicia’s forehead as he stands to collect their empty plates.

“Don't worry, Spider, I never stopped.” She replied with a mischievous wink.

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The team gathered around Jessica as she prepared them. “Stealth is key. This gang has stolen some dangerous weapons, we cannot lose the element of surprise.” Jessica says as she paces in front of the Spider-People. “While Spider-Byte gathers intel from their systems, we all need to work to keep her safe and take them down, understand.” Masked heads nod in agreement. “You all know who you partnered with, get together.”

As the Spider-People scurry around to find their partners, Jessica walks up to Felicia. “You're welcome by the way.”

“For what?”

“I almost paired you with Miguel.” She chuckles. “But then I realized that the two of you would get us all killed with your stupid bickering.”

“Guess we all dodged a bullet,” Felicia smirks, watching Miguel eavesdrop in the corner of her eye.

“Hey, partner!” Felicia turns to see the Scarlett Spider.

“Oh, how dare you.” She glares at Jessica.

With a few taps to Jessica’s watch, a portal opens up to a series of warehouses. “Let’s move!”

The Spider-People moved with purpose and agility as they rushed through the portal to the dimly lit warehouse. The warehouse, a maze of towering crates and flickering fluorescent lights cast long, eerie shadows on the cold concrete floor.

Each duo takes their position in the vast, cavernous space to carefully assess the unfolding situation. With a combination of stealth and precision, their agile movements barely cause a ripple in the air. Spider webs glistened briefly in the dull light, while the soft thwip noise emitted from the web shooters.

Some of them perched high above on steel girders, watching over the entire expanse. Others clung to the sides of towering crates, hidden from plain sight yet ever vigilant. The tension in the air was palpable, a web of anticipation and uncertainty that wrapped around the warehouse like a shroud.

Night-Spider and Scarlett-Spider were tasked with one of the smaller warehouses at the father end of the area. As Felicia looked through the skylight, she could see Vulture’s wings in the middle of the facility with about a dozen men running tests on them.

“How are things with you and Web-Slinger?” Ben whispers.

Felicia gives Ben the side eye, only wanting to concentrate on the task at hand. “Why are you talking to me about this right now?”

Ben shrugs, “Last I saw, you two were… pretty close.” Felicia doesn’t respond, trying to let the conversation dry up, but that doesn't stop Ben. “Patrick’s kind of a fuck boy, you know. He hooked up with like three spider-people at the party last night. I’ve caught him countless times in the lab and with several receptionists. You can do better.”

Felicia turned her head to look at the hooded Spider-Man. “You tynna ask me out?”

“No! Unless you wanted to-” Felicia brings her claws up to flick him in the forehead. “Ouch! I thought you were into this drama, Julia said you were joining our little team to find out who O’Hara’s fucking.”

Felicia shakes her head as she brings her attention back to the thugs below. “You need a better hobby.”

Before Ben could respond, their watches flashed with the signal from Jessica, notifying them that everyone was in place and to begin the takedown. Scarlett-Spider points his webshooters through the broken window pane, aiming for one of the isolated thugs. With a quiet thwip, the guard’s face is covered and muffled by his web as he is being yanked up. Night-Spider catches him as he emerges through the empty window. Hastily, she uses her claws to slit the man’s throat before webbing him to the roof.

The two take down several thugs like this until gunfire from another warehouse disturbs the peace. The comms of the thugs go off, “Spider-Man’s here-”.

The moment they lost the element of surprise, Night-Spider and Scarlett Spider exchanged a quick, knowing glance. Without a second thought, they leaped from their concealed vantage point, gracefully descending into the heart of the warehouse, amidst the disarray of thugs. The thugs, caught off guard by this sudden intrusion, spun around in shock and disbelief. Their faces were masked with a mixture of fear and bravado, but none of it mattered when facing two seasoned Spider-People. The thugs rush for the wings trying to gain the advantage, but the two can cut them off.

Night-Spider and Scarlett Spider immediately sprang into action, a symphony of motion and precision. Night-Spider's lithe form darted through the ranks of the startled thugs, a shadowy blur. Her acrobatics left the enemies in a state of disarray, their punches, and bullets striking nothing but air.

Scarlett Spider, on the other hand, used his web shooters with ruthless efficiency. Silken strands shot out, ensnaring the arms and legs of his adversaries, rendering them immobile. His movements were a lethal dance, his limbs working in harmony with his webbing.

The warehouse echoed with the sounds of scuffling feet, grunts of pain, and the occasional yelp as the heroes took down one thug after another. Crates were toppled, and debris scattered in their wake, as the ruffians were swiftly and decisively subdued. Emerging from the shadows, a tall muscular woman with a menacing mechanical glove stepped into the fray. The metal appendage crackled with yellow sparks, casting an eerie, flickering light on her determined face.

Night-Spider, even with her senses on high alert, couldn't react in time to avoid the lightning-fast punch from the mechanical-gloved assailant. The impact was brutal, an explosion of pain that sent her hurtling through the metal doors with an earsplitting crash. The doors rattled upon impact, swinging open to reveal the vast, moonlit expanse of the docks.

Spider-Man 2099, in the midst of his own battle, caught a fleeting glimpse of Felicia tumbling through the air, her silhouette framed against the dimly lit night. Worry gnawed at his gut, threatening to distract him from the enemies he faced. With a surge of determination, he fought his adversaries with ruthless efficiency, sending them crashing into walls, the resounding impacts punctuating the chaos of the fight.

In the open area of the docks, Night-Spider groaned, struggling to regain her footing. Her body was consumed with pain, every muscle and bone aching in protest. She strained to rise, her breath ragged, her fingers trembling as she clutched the ground. Her heart pounded, not just from the physical pain but from the fear of failure.

The woman with the Shocker’s gauntlet approached, her footsteps echoing ominously on the hard concrete. The crackling sparks from her glove cast eerie shadows that danced around her like malevolent spirits. Night-Spider knew that she had to overcome the agony and summon every ounce of her strength, for her will to protect and fight against insurmountable odds burned brighter than the sparks of her formidable adversary. She pushed through the pain, gritting her teeth as she slowly rose to her feet in a fighting stance, her eyes locking onto the woman with the mechanical glove.

The woman goes in for another swing but misses as the Night-Spider skillfully maneuvers under the gauntlet and through her legs. Night-Spider jumps on the woman’s back, digging her claws into her muscles. The woman lets out a scream before throwing her fist behind her head in an attempt to stop the Night Spider. Barley missing the punch, Night-Spider, leaps off of the woman’s back, putting distance between the two.

“You bitch!” The woman shouts. Suddenly, the gauntlet begins to crackle even louder, and the neon glow becomes practically blinding.

The woman lifts her fist into the air before slamming it down onto the concrete. The ground ripples, cracking around her, allowing yellow lightning bolts of electricity to shoot out. The impact was too fast for Night-Spider to swing far enough away in time, causing her to be electrocuted mid-air. As she falls back to the earth, Spider-Man 2099’s strong arms catch her. He carefully swings to a neighboring warehouse where he lays her down before returning to the fight.

The explosion attracted more Spider-People as they finished their fights. Dizzy, Felicia takes off her mask in an attempt to see better, watching as the team of Spider-People takes down the dangerous woman.

Unable to bring her body to move, she watches as Jessica Drew darts out on her motorcycle, hitting the assailant. Meanwhile Miguel and a few others run to the disoriented woman, webbing her up. As the battle concludes, Felicia finally gains enough energy to crawl down from the warehouse and join the group.

“Felicia! Be careful!” Miguel shouted running over to her weak body, offering her his hand.

“I can take care of myself, asshole.” She replies, smacking his hand away.

Miguel is taken back for a moment before remembering where they were. “Felicia!” Miguel harshly whispers. Felicia pays no mind to him as she watches the Spider-People drag webbed enemies and weponry out of warehouses to pile them in the open.

“Hey!” Miguel grabs her by the arm pulling her back to face him.

“What?!” She exclaims in furry, harshly pulling her arm free from his grip.

“You gotta take it easy, we don’t know how many volts you just took.”

“I’m fine, O’Hara!” Felicia says stumbling to where everyone converged.

Miguel shakes his head with annoyance for the stubborn woman. “You’re impossible! Just relax while we do the rest, you can't handle this right now!” Other Spider-People begin to take notice of the fight, subtly watching.

“Can’t handle this?” Felicia repeats, turning to look at the masked man. “You didn’t care about my safety when we were sparring during training. You happily kicked my ass! So what, now? Am I not good enough to be fighting with you?” Felicia shoves him in the chest out of frustration.

“Felicia that’s not what I-” Miguel tries to calm her down, putting his hands up in defense.

“NO, come on say it god dammit! You don’t think I’m good enough!”

“Baby,-” he whispers only loud enough for her to hear.

“I AM good enough for this team okay!” She repeats it like a mantra, like she was trying to even convince herself that it was true.

“Fuck off, Miguel I seriously mean it.” Before Miguel could stop her she had run off to join.

“Hey girl, how’re we feeling?” Jessica Drew inquires as she rolls up on her motorcycle to assess Felicia's condition. “Why don’t we get you to the infirmary and-”

“No-” Felicia croaks, wiping the dripping blood from her bottom lip. “I just wanna finish the mission and go home, Jess, please.”

“Honey, we need to make sure nothing is broken or-”

“Why is everyone babying me! Let’s just finish this shit so I can fucking go!” Felicia speaks up.

“Okay, if- if that’s what you want.” Jessica gives in before driving off to collect the rest of the weaponry.

After everyone was apprehended and the enemies were locked away, Felicia looks up to find Miguel swinging in from the roof. His mask dicipitating as soon as his feet touch the ground not too far from her, already making his way over to her. Jessica follows Felicia’s line of sight, quickly giving Miguel a look of concern, her expression practically screaming “Not now Miguel”. He comes to a halt as he sees Jessica escorting Felicia through a portal, and away from his worried line of sight.

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New York, Earth-192

In her apartment, Jessica assisted Felicia in finding more comfortable clothes. The silence between them was heavy, a palpable tension that had settled since Felicia had walked through the portal into her apartment.

Jessica took a seat on the couch, her concern evident in her expression, and she waited patiently for Felicia to come out of the bathroom to break the silence. After 20 minutes, Felicia still didn't speak, causing Jessica's worry to deepen.

After some time, unable to bear the silence any longer, Jessica quietly made her way to the bathroom. There, she discovered Felicia hunched over the sink, her attire reduced to just pajama bottoms and a bra. A chilling sight met her eyes—Felicia's stomach was marred by bruises. Vivid hues taking shape along her torso like an artist's brushstrokes on a canvas. Jessica's heart sank as she realized the extent of Felicia's injuries. Without a word, she stepped closer, her concern and compassion evident as she gently placed a comforting hand on Felicia's back.

“Hey, Hun. I put some pain pills on the nightstand for you with a glass of water if you need them.” Felicia looks up at Jess, very slightly nodding her head in understanding, still not speaking. Jessica sighs out of remorse, wishing that she could do more for Felicia.

“Okay, well, please call me if you need anything, okay? Anything at all.” Felicia nods her head again, exiting the bathroom to lay down in her own bed. “Feel better, Felicia. Take all the time you need.” Jessica walks out of the bedroom closing the bedroom door behind her.

As soon as Felicia hears the portal door close behind Jessica, she finally lets out breath she’s been holding in. Letting all the frustration and pain out of her system befor moving to crawl into her bed. She intakes a sharp breath, gasping at the pain she felt in her body as she finally situates herself on the mattress, the covers pulled up all the way to her nose, face buried in her pillow.

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Out in the living room of Felicia’s apartment, Miguel walks through the portal door, closing behind him as he takes a cautious step fully into her apartment. Miguel doesn’t hear anything at first, until the sounds of Felicia’s soft sniffles catch his attention. He carefully walks over to the bedroom door, slowly and quietly creaking it open to reveal Felicia’s body, completely covered by all the bed covers. Miguel quietly walks over to Felicia, gently places his hand on her forehead, and slowly turns her head towards him, letting her know that he was there.

Felicia finally looks up, tears streaming down her cheeks. Miguel doesn’t say anything, except look at her with a sad and tired smile on his face. Felicia finally removes her covers, and slowly sits up from her bed as she attempts to crawl to Miguel, crashing into his strong chest. He reciprocates immediately, wrapping his arms around her as he gently places a kiss on her forehead, rubbing her back in small circles to calm her breathing. As soon as Miguel feels that she is calm enough, he gently pulls away from her and sits her back to lay down in the bed. His suit dissolves down to nothing but his boxers as he slowly starts rubbing her arms. As he rubs her up and down in soothing motions, Felicia slowly slides her arms around Miguel’s body as she starts to hug him. She lays her head on his chest as she lets out a long, deep breath she didn’t even know she was holding. After a minute Miguel feels her breathing start to slow down, knowing that she finally fell into a dreamless sleep.

“I’ve got you.” Miguel whispers in Felicia’s hair, before also closing his eyes, soon falling asleep with Felicia in his arms.

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Felicia groaned softly as the sunlight streamed into the room, rousing her from her slumber. She blinked her eyes open, trying to adjust to the brightness, and stretched her limbs lazily. But as she shifted her body, she felt the warmth and weight of another body beside her.

Curiosity piqued, Felicia turned her head slightly and saw Miguel nestled beside her, his features relaxed in peaceful sleep. Her heart skipped a beat as she observed the rise and fall of his chest, a steady rhythm that mirrored the steady beat of her own heart. The sight of him so serene and vulnerable filled her with a mixture of tenderness and regret.

She couldn't help but reflect on the events of the previous day, the heated yelling and accusations that had erupted from her lips. Words had been said, harsh and unforgiving, fueled by frustration and misunderstanding. Reflecting, she realizes that in the heat of the moment, she wasn’t thinking straight at all. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt Miguel slightly move beside her, only to realize he’s just moving in sleep. As carefully and quietly as she could, she quickly slipped out from under the covers and made her way out of her bedroom to the kitchen.

Her mind starts racing, worried about how she could make it up to him. “Okay, okay, okay, how do I make up for being a totally thoughtless bitch from yesterday? Breakfast right? Ya breakfast, okay.”

As she rummages through the stiil empty cupboards and refrigerator, her eyes scan the shelves for any possible ingredients that could create a decent breakfast. She spots a carton of eggs, a loaf of bread, and a few tomatoes hidden behind the milk. A smile tugs at her lips as she realizes she might be able to whip up something tasty after all.

Grabbing a mixing bowl, she cracks the eggs, one by one, into it. She skillfully beats them with a fork until they are blended smoothly. Felicia had to take occasional breaks as muscles and torso were still aching. Luckily, her relatively new spider-powers are able to heal her fast.

Next, she reaches for the loaf of bread and slices a few thick pieces, placing them on a plate. Her attention then turns to the tomatoes. She washes them carefully under running water before chopping them into small, juicy chunks. With a sprinkle of salt and pepper, she tosses them into a bowl and mixes them gently. Taking a frying pan, she heats it up on the stove, allowing it to warm while she prepares the bread. She takes the slices of bread and inserts them into the toaster oven, setting the timer long enough so it’s crunchy but not burnt.

She pours the eggs into the pan, alongside the tomatoes, keeping a careful eye on watching it cook. As the scent of sizzling eggs and tomatoes filled the air, Felicia stood at the stove, her focused gaze fixed on the pan. Every few seconds, she would gently stir the mixture, ensuring that it cooked evenly. Lost in her own world of culinary perfection, she hummed softly to herself, a melody only known to her.

Unbeknownst to Felicia, Miguel silently tiptoed into the kitchen, his curiosity piqued by the tantalizing aroma that had wafted through the house. He leaned against the wall, watching her intently. His gaze shifted from her graceful movements to the steam rising from the pan. The anticipation of tasting her delicious creation was almost unbearable.

With each stir, Felicia’s face illuminated with satisfaction and a touch of mischief. She was in her element, transforming simple ingredients into a delightful breakfast.

Suddenly, Miguel speaks up, his voice still a little coarse from just waking up. “Good morning, mi vida.”

Felicia jumps from the sudden voice behind her, her dropping what she was previously holding onto the counter, making a loud clanking sound. “Oh jesus, you scared the crap out of me!”

“Someone’s feeling better I take it”, Miguel smirks now making his way towards her.

“Ya just- just sore” she mumbles, still not taking her eyes off of the dishes she was currently washing.

“So are you going to look at me anytime soon or should I worry about being replaced by this very clean plate?” Miguel moves so he leans on the counter next to her. His face leaning down with one eyebrow raised, waiting for Felicia’s response. He puts his hand on top of her and turns her body so she is now facing him, her eyes still cast down as if she was a fifth grader getting sent to the principal's office. He takes her chin and slowly lifts it up to meet her gaze with his. He takes note of how watery her eyes are, and how the large bags from yesterday's events are more noticeable in the light.

“I’m so sorry,” Felcica croaks out. “I know you were just trying to help I was too arrogant and petty to see that and I am so so sorry that I yelled at you too. And not because I was acting to hate you, but because I was so frustrated with myself for letting myself lose, again. And I -” Miguel cuts off her rambling by whispering the smallest, “It’s ok. I know you were just frustrated, baby, I forgive you.”

Felicia blinks in shock. Peter would have never let it go.

“Felcica I’m not mad. I just hated seeing you look so hurt” he rubs his hands down her arms to comfort her of the truth. She lets out a long sigh of relief, finally relaxing letting her self fall into Miguel’s hard chest wrapping her arms around his torso.

“I made breakfast, if you want any.” She mumbles into his chest.

“Breakfast sounds good, mi vida” he smiles as he says the nickname.

“Good! Wanna grab some forks while I set the table?” Her mood immediately turns chipper as she limps over to the small dining table with the two plates of eggs in hand. Miguel soon joins her, handing her a small fork and watches as she immediately starts to inhale her food. Miguel softly chuckles at the notion, watching as she finishes the last remaining bites and downing it with a glass of juice.

“So what are your plans for the rest of the day?” Miguel asks her. Felicia takes her last swallow of food before replying, “Well it is my day off actually, and I really don’t want to do anything excessive with all of these bruises, unfortunately. So I guess I’m just staying here.”

“Okay then, me too.” He smiles widely, watching Felicia’s face contort with confusion.

“So you're gonna- you’re gonna stay here. With me?” Miguel only nods in reply. Felicia’s face suddenly blooms a wide smile in realization. “Since when does the big boss man ever take a day off?” She teases.

“Well, I need to make sure my girl is well taken care of.” He teases back. Miguel suddenly stands up from his seat, his hand extended for Felicia to take. She does in a heartbeat, and holding onto his hands he starts to lead her towards the bedroom.

“Where are you taking me?” She teasingly smirks as she willingly follows him back into her bedroom.

"Taking care of mi vida, mi bonita," Miguel said, his voice filled with tenderness. Without another word, he suddenly picked her up by the hips, flipping her gently onto the couch. She relaxed into her newfound comfort. Miguel grabbed a cozy blanket and draped it over her, making sure she was snug and warm. He then reached for the TV remote and turned it on.

Flipping through the channels, he searched for something that would entertain both of them. Finally, he landed on a comedy and settled on the floor next to the couch, leaning against it. As he looked up at her, a contented smile played on his lips. She smiled back, and together, they settled in to enjoy the movie. The room was filled with the soothing sounds of laughter as they shared this quiet, precious moment.

Chapter 11

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Staking A Claim | Reggie Mantle

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Word Count: 1K

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Fem!Reader, 2nd person POV

Description: Nobody knows the two of you are dating, until Reggie decides to stake a claim

Warnings: implied sexy things, sneaking around, intimidation

A/N: I’ve written something similar for Frausto from All American, but I wanted to change it up and reuse the idea. No spoilers, as this is just a snippet of time that takes place at Riverdale High and I’m only on season 3 of the show

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You stepped out of the women’s locker room after football practice, your sore muscles aching with every step. You were snug in Reggie’s ‘Riverdale Bulldogs Football’ hoodie, the thought of wearing it in plain sight giving you a little thrill. Nobody knew the two of you were together, and if anyone were to ask about the slightly bigger size to the hoodie, you knew you would just lie and say you’d ordered a bigger size because you wanted it. Not that anyone would ask you about it; being the only girl on the football team was enough to intimidate about two-thirds of your class. It didn’t matter that you were only on the football team because there wasn’t anyone else who’d scored more points than you - or because you wanted the off-season practice outside of soccer - running with the football team gave you a different kind of power in the Riverdale High hierarchy.

Hot Killer by Julia Wolf played through your headphones as you sauntered down the hall to the student lounge, hoping to grab a VigorAde from the vending machine before heading home. You made no acknowledgement of the people there, heading straight for what you wanted.

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“D’you think she can hear us?” Kevin Keller asked, eyeing your turned back.

“Even if she can, what makes you think she’d say anything to us?” Betty shot back, looking to her boyfriend for some support.

“Sometimes I wonder if she realizes that people think she’s scarier than Cheryl Blossom, pre-Toni,” Jughead mused, running a soothing hand up and down Betty’s thigh.

Reggie shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hoping he wasn’t giving anything away. “Guys, she’s not that bad. Serious and intense, yes, but not that bad.”

Archie scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Normally, I’d agree with you about one of our teammates, but she’s just built different. I don’t care that she’s the main reason we beat Centerville last week or that she’s captain of the women’s soccer team when the season is over, I agree with Jug: she’s scary.”

“I’m telling you you’re wrong.” Reggie could feel his anger and frustration rising, unsure why he wanted people he considered friends to like her.

Veronica arched a perfectly-manicured eyebrow. “Methinks the football player doth protest too much.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Reggie huffed, leaning forward. His gaze flickered to your back for the briefest of moments but of course Veronica caught that.

“Vee is right,” Betty muttered, sitting up a little straighter as she put her detective brain to good use.

“What aren’t you telling us, Reg?” Archie prodded, joining in on the questioning.

“I-”

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You smiled to yourself when your favorite flavor of VigorAde dropped down from the machine. You opened it, taking a long swig as you debated whether or not to grab something to eat. It was a stall tactic more than anything; you knew when people were talking about you and this time was no exception - except for the fact that your secret boyfriend happened to be among them.

Your playlist started on the next song, but you subtly pressed pause, wanting to be able to hear what was going down behind your back. You could hear Reggie defending you, your heart constricting at the warmth spreading through your chest. Betty and Veronica were right, you thought, taking another drink of VigorAde, Reggie was definitely protesting too much for someone claiming to just be defending a teammate.

“What aren’t you telling us, Reg?” You heard Archie ask as you finally turned around.

Your gaze met Reggie’s as he opened his mouth to respond. “I-”

“He isn’t lying to you, Andrews,” you cut in, drawing attention to yourself now. “There’s nothing to tell.”

Reggie’s eyes narrowed as he studied you, and you couldn’t tell if he was hurt or confused or both. The two of you had previously made a pact to keep your relationship a secret, but lately he’d been hinting at the possibility of going public. “Like hell there isn’t,” he growled, standing up and stalking towards you. To anyone else it would be scary or intimidating, but you knew Reggie better than anyone - even Moose, he’d confessed to you one - and knew that this was all just for show. He reached out and placed a hand on your cheek so softly that it took every ounce of your willpower not to close your eyes and lean into his touch. “Care to tell the truth?”

Calmly, you reached up and grabbed Reggie’s wrist, taking his hand off your cheek. “You really wanna do this right here, right now?”

Reggie shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “It’s as good a time as any, I’d say. Unless you’re scared?”

The challenge in his tone had you rising to the occasion, always fighting to prove yourself and Reggie knew that. “Me? Scared? Never.”

“Prove it,” Reggie smirked, both hands grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. “Kiss me. Show everyone you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“Okay, okay,” Kevin’s voice rang out as he stood up, reminding you that it wasn’t just you and Reggie in the student lounge. “This has gone on long enough, and I, for one, don’t want to be witness to whatever the hell this weird sexual power dynamic is that’s happening.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh shut up, Keller.” That interruption had been all you needed to get your shit together, dragging Reggie down for a public heated kiss.

When the kiss ended, Reggie pressed his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he whispered, swallowing hard, “that was-”

“I know,” you replied, giggling. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag now, huh?” You peered over your no-longer-secret boyfriend’s broad shoulders to marvel at the shocked faces in front of you. “What are you all gawking at?!” You questioned, your intimidating persona back with a vengeance.

The group got up to leave and Reggie turned to his friends. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

Once it was just the two of you alone in the student lounge after hours, Reggie took your hand and led you to the couch, sitting back and manspreading so you had no choice but to straddle him. His hands returned to your waist, sliding up underneath his hoodie. “Now,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust, “where were we?”

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Under Marula Trees - Chapter 5

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x F!Reader

A/N: After being away from Tumblr for some time, I humbly yeet this on there -the chapters have been sitting in my documents for months. Thank you to my amazing @just-here-for-the-moment for the feedback and encouragement <3

A special thank you to my lovely @sirowsky who this chapter is dedicated to, who helped me iron out some horse nuances. Julia, in this chapter, is inspired by her.

Explanation: Boma is an enclosure or fenced off area - the word is Swahili and used in different parts of Africa.

Warnings: This is a 18+ series only! Jack needs his own warning. Daydreams with unrealistic physics (you just gotta go with me here), mentions of alcohol, sexual activity. Curse words. Reader is a blank slate, POC-friendly.

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Sunlight streamed through the slatted windows, painting your face with bright streaks of light like some ethereal warrior in slumber.

As your slowly awoke, you didn’t feel as noble, finally stretching your limbs to rid them of the last vestiges of sleep lingering in your muscles. Your calves and thighs protested; they still needed some rest after bolting home in the night. At the time you barely felt the muscles in your legs strain because the beating one in your chest hurt so much.

For one blissful moment, the feather-softness of the duvet and the mild, warm weather was comforting. Once you were awake however, the previous night crystallised in your mind, bit by bit.

With a hoarse groan you buried your face in the pillow, wondering whether suffocating yourself now would mean you didn’t need to ever see the Statesman group again. You felt like you’d made a complete idiot of yourself in front of them. Tequila’s silly game, Ginger’s cheeky taunt forcing Jack into a corner. You had overplayed your hand and got caught holding nothing - a fool’s bluff and an embarrassment.

You had practically preened when he cupped your face, enjoying something that wasn’t yours to have. You needed to remember that. Don’t get close - stay in your lane until they leave, you chastised yourself. Whatever little piece of your heart they’d take with them you could deal with it then. For now, you had to keep it together and wear your client service veneer.

You rolled out of bed, stiffly making your way to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. You thanked your lucky stars that you had a later start. The longer you were alone, the more you could recharge. Avoid facing your group; hopefully try to scrub the worst scuff marks of the memory from your mind. You grabbed your tablet and cup and flopped back into bed.

Pulling up the itinerary, you made quick work of going over the details of the next two days’ activities. Today was a horse-riding trail and picnic so you were going to be with them for most of the day. The only upside to this, you mused, was that you’d all be on horses and you could avoid Jack for the most part. Of course, you’d have to talk to him during the picnic, but no silver lining was perfect.

Placing the cup on your bedside table, you savoured the smell of the warm brew and relaxed back into the huge continental pillow that you’d scooped up off the floor. The pillowy embrace made your eyes slowly slip closed.

Unbidden, the image of Jack’s plush lips so close to yours flashed in the darkness behind your eyelids. The way his eyes widened as you fought out of his grip to put distance between you as quickly as possible.

You couldn’t understand where this ache was coming from. Jack was not the first man to reject you and wouldn’t be the last. But he was the most ridiculous one, you spitefully thought to yourself.

He might also be the most infuriating.

And the most beautiful, your stupid heart added.

Those brown eyes. The soft cupid’s bow, the crease in the full bottom lip. His profile. With your eyes closed you were pleasantly surprised at how many visual memories of him you had stored away.

You laid back and let your mind wander, the earlier vision of him in the pool flooding your mind with delicious visuals again. You imagined Jack lifting himself out of the pool in slow motion, rivulets of saltwater streaming down his broad shoulders and back, down to the tapered waist, hugged by tight black swimming trunks. Imaginary Jack positioned himself onto the lip of the pool, bringing his arms up to slick back the water from his dark hair. Even in your own imagination, you were rooted to the spot near the Statesman table, just taking him in.

Imaginary Jack regarded you for a moment, then beckoned you closer with a subtle move of his head, his eyes flicking to the space in front of him, then back to you.

In the usual absurdity of dreams, you started slowly undressing to join him. You shimmied your work jumpsuit over your hips and tugged your underwear down along with it. Looking back at Imaginary Jack, his eyes were fixed on you, not letting up for even a moment. When your hands unclasped your bra and your nipples pebbled in the fresh air, the smirk on his face said he liked what he saw very, very much. Like a goddess descending into a liquid underworld you slowly walked into the shallow end of the pool, the water rippling against your body, sending little shivers up your skin.

When it became too deep, you spread your arms in front of you and swam to right in front of Imaginary Jack, who was sitting at the other shallow end. Reaching him, you stood up, framed by his knees - he widened them for you, a wordless invitation to get close. You looked up at him expectantly, the bright sunlight coasting off the highest points of his handsome features.

He leaned forward and cupped your face with both hands. Your mind resurfaced those ghost sensations of his warm hands from the previous night. He claimed your mouth hungrily, not wasting time with chaste kisses when he wanted you like this. You revelled in this novel idea that Jack might want you, even if it was conjured up by your own imagination.

As he pulled you into him, you leaned over, your breasts flush with his stomach. Against your sternum you felt him harden even more as lips and tongue meted out a need for each other.

You broke the kiss, running your hands down to his waist and worked your fingers underneath the band of his trunks. Inching them down, Imaginary Jack lifted himself briefly to aid their journey down to his ankles.

You tossed the wet scrap of material out of the pool roguishly, a naughty little smile on your lips.

Imaginary Jack made Real You wet. A soft whimper escaped your lips as the image of Jack burnt bright in your mind’s eye - naked as the day he was born, perched on the edge of a gorgeous saltwater pool. His hard cock proudly jutted out in front of him, a sexy smirk played on his plush lips, because he knew what would happen next. Of course he did. Because he was a fucking figment of your imagination, you chastised yourself.

Your palm curled around his heft and you winked at him before your head dipped down.

“This is mine, cowboy.”

As your lips wrapped around the head, you could feel Imaginary Jack’s clever fingers slide over your breasts, cupping and moulding them as he got carried away with the sensation.

At the visceral imaginary vision of a naked Jack, you worked your sleep shorts down and hurriedly slid your fingers through your slick folds, feverishly working your sensitive bud as the fantasy played out behind your eyelids. You were enjoying this little break from reality; anything was possible.

Imaginary Jack growled at you, then reached over and pulled you out of the water roughly by your arms. He sat you on top of his thighs, folding your legs around him. Despite only being perched on Jack’s thighs, it felt like he surrounded you. You felt his large hand slide over your back and slide you closer to him and you leaned into the expanse of his chest like you belonged there.

He reached between the two of you, fingers running over your slit and feeling how ready you were for him, lifted you up easily, sinking you down again on his hard length. Taking him down to the root, it felt like he was splitting you open - a delicious stretch that made you moan out loud.

Jack captured your mouth, swallowing your moans while moving you up and down on his hard cock. Pulling away, you challenged him breathlessly. “Fuck me like you mean it, cowboy.”

Jack’s eyebrows lifted in the amused way you had seen so many times since his arrival, and slid his hands up to your shoulders, cupping them with the heel of his hand resting on your shoulder blades.

“Anythin’ you want, Sugar.”

He gripped your shoulders and pulled you down harshly, punching deep inside you. After a few hard thrusts like this, his hands slid down to your hips hungrily. He angled himself so that the coarse hair and heated skin at the base of him rubbed deliciously at your clit with each upstroke. The pressure and pace reached a fever pitch and you came hard around him. “Jack!” you wailed, scrabbling to hold on to him.

That broke the spell, and you opened your eyes again, chest heaving from exertion.

You hoped you would magically develop amnesia soon.

After breakfast you started making your way to the stables. This was one of the many perks of the job that you partook in as often as you could. The large building comfortably housed 12 horses, and was stylish in its bare-bones approach. Natural stones and concrete made up the outer barn, and framed a large entrance in a way that made the large thatch-roofed structure look welcoming.

This was the domain of Julia, a veritable horse-whisperer that could perform miracles with animals who were largely still a mystery to you. She had come down from the northern lands to live on the resort, like you, and spent her time training the horses, taking care of them and supervising guest rides. What Julia didn’t know about horses wasn’t worth knowing.

Sometimes the two of you just hung out - you were two of the few women around, the often harsh and demanding nature of the jobs out on the resort more to the taste of guys with an appetite for adventure and outdoors. That wasn’t to say that you didn’t have to stay on your toes physically, as Julia liked to remind you when you saw her heading off to the resort gym like clockwork. It always ended up in you blowing her a raspberry and her laughing as she walked off.

As you became closer, she had tried to introduce you to some horses. Julia talked at length about their personalities and how they liked to be handled. You were amazed at the level of detail in which she observed them and how she could weave it together to form such a character study. You had found them a little intimidating at first but her efforts were not wasted. You warmed to them and it shamed you to say you even had a few favourites now.

Ysa was an English Thoroughbred, the most docile creature in the stable. She would often nuzzle your hand when you fed her a snack and you couldn’t help running your hand over her soft muzzle and scritch her forehead. She was sweetness incarnate and you often whispered to her that she was your angel baby when Julia wasn’t nearby.

Hank, an American quarter horse, was naughty as they come. Prone to tricks, and running off in a random direction at the drop of a hat, he tended to work best with riders who knew their way around horses.

Then there was a horse that you had a soft spot for but never dared approach. Duchess was a loner and a difficult one at that. The proud Oldenburger strode through the yard like she owned it, her glossy chestnut coat shining in the mid-morning sun. She seemed to keep humans at arm’s length, even though she got along well with her stable mates. It took Julia weeks to earn enough of Duchess’ trust to let her close.

The woman in question was brushing Hank when you walked in a little early for your appointment with the group.

“Hey Jules, how are you and the ponies today?”

She blew a dark blonde lock of hair out of her face and turned to you with a sardonic smile, ready to chastise you for daring to call them ponies.

“Good, everyone seems to be in fine spirits. I see we have a group of three coming in today. Anything I should know?”

Julia always asked if you had interesting personalities in your group. She sometimes changed her horse selection based on who was coming in. Whether they were highly-strung people, very gregarious, used to horses or newbies, if she could find the ideal horse for them, it would make their riding experience so much better.

You sat down cross-legged on a large, square hay bale and toyed with the fragrant straw-like sticks poking out from underneath you. It was difficult to explain this group to her. Not because you haven’t had groups like this before, but this time it felt strangely exposing. Like you’d be revealing something of yourself if you told her what your impressions of them were. Julia was a perceptive woman, and you were sure your friend would figure it out anyway.

After chewing on the question for a while, you looked up at her.

“They all seem…fine? Ginger, I mean…Erin….seems quite timid. I don’t think she’s ridden before. Or, she doesn’t strike me as an experienced rider. Jake says he knows his way around horses.

You hesitated for a beat.

Jack is…well you’ll have to see it for yourself. He wears a Stetson and does the whole ‘cowboy’ thing.” Julia laughed at your exaggerated air quotes and you couldn’t help smiling at your own assessment.

You continued.

“He should come with a warning sign, to be honest. He might try to flirt with you. Or the horse. Both, possibly. Just….gird your loins, he’s a menace.”

As the last words left your mouth you heard a whistle as Tequila walked into the stables. He picked you up bodily and hugged you. His voice boomed through the wide open space.

“I’m so excited for this, I haven’t ridden in so long, I need that wind through my hair today.”

With his arms loosening, you rubbed your palms over your ribs, which you were sure were now bruised.

Peering up at his # 4 shaved hair, you wondered what breeze he imagined he’d be feeling that he wasn’t already experiencing just from walking around. These rides were normally a tame affair and Julia, although sweet, wasn’t to be messed with.

Ginger and Jack followed on his heels, the latter shooting you a blinding smile, like he’d been waiting for this moment all day. You nodded curtly, and tried to surreptitiously use Julia as a human shield to hide behind. Her eyes crinkled in mirth as she picked up on your plan, and she stuck her hand out to him to distract him. From behind Julia you were suddenly very interested in the reins on Bojack, fingering the leather between your thumb and forefinger as if to divine its quality and origin, like some craftsman.

Her even, calm voice broke through your faux concentration. “Hi, you must be Jack, nice to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Ma’am.” he said genially, tipping his hat to her. You were fully expecting something lecherous to leave his lips and you couldn’t immediately figure out whether you were relieved that he’d spared you another blow or disappointed because you had gotten it wrong. Again.

She moved to greet the others, and you doubled your efforts to inspect the cheekpiece with intense concentration. After a few minutes you noticed Jack wasn’t beside you anymore. He had wandered off into the stable, while the others milled about were peppering Julia with questions about the trip and the horses.

Despite yourself, you walked to see where he had gotten off to. You finally found him in front of Duchess’ stall, his side to you, so that his profile was illuminated by the outside lighting. Quietly, you watched him, careful not to disturb or intrude.

He leaned over the stall door, one arm casually resting on it, while the other hand was lightly stroking the bridge of her nose, almost reverently. In the shuffling quiet of the barn, he murmured to her in hushed tones.

Whatever magic he was weaving seemed to be working because she lifted her muzzle and breathed in his face, letting out a deep hum.

Julia sidled up to him, worried that Duchess would lull him into a false sense of security and then make a fuss. She wasn’t normally this familiar with strangers.

“She’s quite ornery, I wouldn’t get too close.”

“What, this lil puddin’ pie over here? I’m sure she’s fine. Besides, I like my girls with a lil’ bit of fight in them.” He grinned, suddenly shifting his eyes to look at you from under the cowboy hat. You had no idea he even realised you were there and you quietly slinked away like the world’s most embarrassed slug. Fuck.

Julia helped everyone onto the horses, while you and Jack stood at the side watching. With a bit of a battle, Ginger finally sat astride Ysa, who looked bored, with Tequila on Hank. A great personality match, you thought.

As soon as Julia brought out Dusty, another English Thoroughbred, Jack walked over to her.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to try my hand with that ol’ girl.” and he pointed to Duchess.

A pained expression stole over Julia’s face. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. She’s difficult to handle. She’s been very resistant to training, so I haven’t let anyone ride her but myself.”

“I know I might not look it but I’m an expert rider and trained horses in my younger days. I’ll be fine, I promise. If you need me to sign some waiver or somethin’, I’ll happily do it.”.

She paused for a few seconds and then relented. Duchess seemed comfortable around Jack, and she would be close by if Duchess decided to do anything funny.

Getting Jack and yourself settled was quick and easy, as you both knew the ins and outs of getting into the saddle. You thanked your lucky stars that Jack was wearing slightly less tight jeans today; you didn’t know if you’d survive seeing him getting on the horse in his usual getup.

The horses padded outside, the fresh breeze ruffling their manes and carrying the fragrant scent of the sunkissed savanna on the wind.

The group got going, the dull, rhythmic thud of hooves on the soil joining the locusts' high pitched buzzing, as the horses descended into a shallow valley. Julia was the first to break the silence.

“I’m impressed Jack, no one’s ridden Duchess like this before. She’s so relaxed. It’s not your first time on top of a horse, I can see that.” she said.

Jack chuckled.

“Also not my first time on top of a Duchess.”

Ginger broke out in a violent coughing fit and Tequila’s unadulterated guffaw boomed through the wide open space, echoing against the slopes a few times before dying down.

Julia tried to recover, admirably so, by steering the conversation into safer territory, asking various members of the group where they learnt to ride for the first time. After a while, she circled back to Jack.

“You mentioned you were a trainer in your younger days, tell me about that? I’m so keen to hear from another horse enthusiast.”

You were trying to listen while just looking ahead of you.

“Oh, it’s nothin’ really. I grew up on a ranch, so I’ve been fond of horses my whole life. My dad used to train and taught me the skill too. Takes a lot of patience, a lot of time, y’know?”

He looked over at Julia, who nodded her head knowingly. Jack continued, looking a little wistful.

“He was a wild one, but Mama made him settle down some.”

“Your dad or the horse?” you quipped.

A naughty smile wrapped around Jack’s gorgeous lips like smoke curling from a starting fire.

“Well now which one do you think, missy? Ain’t no woman can settle a horse like she can settle a man whose heart is ready to do so for her.” he said quietly.

There it was again, that feeling that your pulse was sitting right in your throat and constricting your breathing. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you tried to distract yourself. Imagining a strapping young 20-something Jack on a ranch somewhere wooing some cute girl was not something you should be thinking about.

After a long while, you reached an outpost. It was a thatch boma with a few rough-hewn picnic tables and some camp lights, meant as a destination for the horse riding excursions. To the right of the boma was a fire pit, where you had spent many evenings watching the sunset and enjoying a sundowner with some of your groups. Watching the burnt orange sun descend over the dark savanna just never got old.

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