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Pls tell me more about the band/musicians AUs omg I'm in love with them!!!
OK SO
for frankie and mac: they are in different bands. he's the drummer of sinister six - a rock/metal band and she plays the organs and writes lyrics for a goth band the first daughters. he is down BAD for her since their first meeting at a music festival and frankly his bandmates are getting SICK of it, because he just won't shut the fuck up about her. to quote the six's vocalist the vulture (an old man), "it's like i'm picking up my daughters from middle school again, man. not even high school. MIDDLE FUCKING SCHOOL."
eventually tho mac helps frankie out of a sticky situation and he lets her stay with his band for a few days until her girls can come pick her up, and they kinda just... click. he realizes she's a very sensitive gal who feels very lonely, and she realizes he's just head over heels in love with her, like a lost puppy. "if that makes you feel weird, i can get over you probably. give me some time." "no, uhm, you, uhm, you don't have to get over me. it's, uhm, fine. i'm fine with it."
(he thinks she wants to drive him insane and kill him because it'd be so good for her goth image if she had an actual body count and he is more than okay with it, he can kill himself for her on stage if that's what she wants-)
(also at one point he records a cover of are you gonna be my girl by jet where he changes the girl's hair color to black in the lyrics. go figure!)
(also doc ock is the six's keyboard player and he teaches her some tips and tricks to really fucking rock out on the organs)
(sinister six: the vulture on vocals; doc ock on keyboard; scorpion on drums; electro on lead guitar; rhino on bass; mister negative on violin
the first daughters: frankie on organs; delphine costa on cello; mina kernelli on guitar; tonya cicero on vocals; lisa manfredi (mac's girlfriend until they break up and she becomes a thing w/ mina) on drums)
charlie and oz: charlie is a pg-friendly popstar with an immaculate public image. she is Good and Nice and Sweet and Wholesome and Pure and she is a Role Model For Girls and she never swears, never kisses anyone, never drinks. she is a 3d flat image. she is entrapped in a contract with her predatory and abusive manager who may or may not have had a hand in the tragic demise of her parents. the world thinks she is perfect and happy; but in reality she is depressed beyond belief as having to repress her very human urges is killing her.
cue oz: the frontman of the children of arkham, a grunge/punk band. he is a menace, an alcoholic, he flirts with his fans, he gets naked on stage, he's violent and mean and he saved charlie's life one night after meeting her in some dingy bar she ran into as she was escaping from the paps. they fell in love hard and fast and he is the first person she can truly be human around - she can swear, she can drink, she can fuck, she can have messy hair, she can be a person. naturally due to their wildly different environments they have to keep their relationship a secret, and it is killing them slowly.
eventually, during a show on her goddamn birthday that she isn't even allowed to celebrate on her own terms (so with her boyfriend, eating a pizza, watching some garbage movies, and getting fucked to the point of being unable to speak properly) she has a very public breakdown on stage, and afterwards just straight up kills her manager in self defense as he assaults her. with her career finally over, charlie opens a new chapter of her life (as her bf's band has a practice session in the garage. she sometimes provides additional vocals for them, and she takes great joy in screeching into the microphone, and the children's fanbase eats it up, because what's more punk than a fallen popstar who violently broke out of the establishment!!!!!)
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71,561 words.
mac gargan/original female character.
part 4 of the mostly retrospective series about how mac gargan became the scorpion and how did he end up marrying frankie.
canon non-compliant for the most part, as this is headcanon-heavy and ignores the events of the sequel.
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thinkin about very typical band-focused aus for my ships.............
pinnguin: charlie as a pg-friendly-always popstar who has a secret boyfriend who's a frontman of a punk band children of arkham. lots of secret dating. lots of pining due to not being able to be there all the time. eventually she kills her predatory manager and leaves the pop world to live out her dreams of being a twitch streamer (while her bf's band has a practice session in the garage <3)
sorcione: RIVAL BANDS RIVAL BANDS RIVAL BANDS. mac would be a drummer of a rock band and frankie would play something slightly weird in a goth rock band. they frequently clash over everything until one day he saves her from some sticky situation and it turns out his bandmates are actually pretty chill dudes who are honestly kinda sick of listening to their drummer bitch and whine about the goth baddie from the overlooked ones
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ooo! 3, 4 and 16 for frankie from intimate asks? :o
oh yesssssss
obvious nsfw under the cut
3. Favorite place to be kissed?
forehead, neck, and abdomen (tho the latter 2 ones are reserved for mac. her neck isn't even THAT sensitive (her words) (she's lying), but it feels nice and intimate for someone to kiss her neck)
4. Favorite sexual position?
she likes to be frogtied with her hands tied behind her back tbh, at the end of the day she is a slut for bondage. but she also likes classic missionary, for reasons such us "gripping the sheets dramatically" and "relishing in the fact her partner can see her face". in general she likes anything that would put her in a position of a hapless maiden, ravished by a dashing rogue... but it takes her a while to admit to it. not even out of any repressed shame or anything, she is simply terrible at verbalizing what she wants.
16. Do they like their hair pulled?
she likes it SO much, my god. actually once she cuts her hair in a fit of despair her biggest woe is "now how can mac (she's in a relationship with him by that point, she cuts her hair during a depressive episode related to the fact she can't find a job that doesn't involve Baking Stuff) pull my hair, what have i DONE"
(to which he replies "first, it's gonna feel more intimate now. second, you just cut your hair with a pastry knife, i should be the last thing you worry about, babygirl")
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Rating:
Mature
Archive Warning:
Rape/Non-Con (mentioned attempts)
Category:
F/M
Fandom:
Spider-Man (Video Games 2018-2020)
Relationships:
Mac Gargan/Original Female Character(s)
mac gargan/frankie sato-moretti
Characters:
Mac Gargan
Peter Parker
Miles Morales
frankie sato-moretti
Original Characters
Additional Tags:
Retrospective
Emotional Baggage
Emotional/Psychological Abuse
Abusive Parents
Marriage
First Kiss
Attempted Sexual Assault
the maggia
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an adoring kiss because the other is rambling for sorcione!
YESSSSSS
There weren't many topics Frankie was truly passionate about - but even despite the list being relatively short, Mac considered it near and dear to him. There was the lore of Sonic the Hedgehog series. Bauhaus (both the band and the art school). The genre of horror. History of Gotham City (which, apparently, after numerous reboots and retcons was as contrived and self-negating, as it was vague and full of holes). Japanese RPGs (that fixation they very much shared). Demonology (somehow, she had Lemegeton memorized).
And, apparently, a new topic had entered the list: pigeons.
Just... Pigeons. In general. As a whole.
Since they both were New Yorkers, pigeons were a very familiar sight to them; round and monochrome and weirdly loud and admittedly not very clever. He was mostly impartial to them; they were there, so to speak. He didn't mind them - provided they stayed away from his car and from his food. He didn't mind them; he didn't care much for them, his eyes and mind simply glossing over them.
Frankie, on the other hand, seemed to be absolutely, wholly obsessed with them.
Honestly, he couldn't see why.
"The word pigeon is as imprecise as a descriptor as the word vegetable," she said angrily and breathlessly; Mac raised his eyebrows and looked at her silently from over his book. It was a lovely afternoon; and clearly, even despite Persona 3 happening on screen, Frankie was in a very peculiar mood. "It doesn't mean anything. A tomato is a fruit. A mushroom is a fungus. And a pigeon - what the fuck does it mean?"
"I dunno, it seems pretty... Precise to me," he said cautiously, as he could see her grip on the PlayStation 2 controller seemed dangerously tight. "A pigeon is a pigeon, I'd say."
"That's like saying meat is meat," she replied, angrily mashing the buttons in a doomed fight against Death. Just... Death. The Grim Reaper. "Beef is not chicken, is not pork, is not veal. We brought them here," she continued breathlessly as he put his book down and simply watched her in silence. "And we couldn't even be bothered to classify them scientifically before abandoning them."
Ah.
Come to think of it, perhaps there was a reason why Frankie felt so strongly about the plight of a common pigeon.
"Did you know bread could kill a pigeon?" she continued; he remained silent, as very clearly she was not expecting his active participation. "But we just... Feed it to them. Over and over again, even though it can kill them. Almost as if... Almost as if we're trying to get rid of them - again."
Hm.
On one hand, her tone was getting high-pitched and her hands were getting shaky; that was not good, not good in the slightest. On the other hand though, it felt good to see her passionate about something; back during their rocky beginnings, many times did she express that she's not sure who she is outside of her mother's bakery, her brother's abuse, her father's dismissal. So it felt nice to see and hear her invested in something - even if said something was pigeons and all the ways she could relate to what it's like being one.
All in all, he was torn. On one hand, he liked seeing her in a state of passion; but he hated seeing her sad. God, did he hate seeing her sad.
"People constantly call them vermin - and for what?" she asked with a sigh; she lost her fight against Death and had to reload an earlier save. "They don't carry anything contagious, and they don't even destroy anything. They're just... There. Existing. In a state that we bred them into - docile and harmless." she finished sadly; and Mac nodded silently before putting his book down and getting up from the couch.
"You know, there are pro-pigeon charities," he said, sitting down next to her on the floor. "Some of them are even legit. As in... They're not just Maggia money-laundering schemes. Maybe you should volunteer at one."
"Maybe I should," she agreed as he rested his chin on her shoulder. "You know, the current view on pigeons can be traced back to 1963, when some nutjobs blamed them for spreading disease. But even before that, in the thirties and in the fourties..."
She continued talking - almost non-stop - for the next thirty minutes - truth be told, it was quite educational. He wasn't sure how much of what he learned was of any use, but he did learn quite a few things from her impromptu lecture. Eventually though - after a brief rundown of the symbolism of pigeons in Chinese culture - she grew thirsty; so she put down the controller, and tried to get up - but Mac didn't let her.
"Hey," he said hesitantly. "I'm gonna be cheesy for a moment. Alright?"
"It's not like me saying no would ever stop you from throwing a cheesefest," she replied with a sigh; and he smiled, seeing the first tints of a blush creeping out on her cheeks. "Alright. Hit me with that Monterey Jack, big guy."
"I love it when you are passionate about something," he said in a serious tone of voice; finally, her cheeks turned a darker shade. "Even if I have no idea what are you talking about. Even if it's... Pigeons."
In response, she only let out a muffled chuckle; which quickly turned into frantic protests as he kissed her temple, and her forehead, and her shoulder. She laughed, and waved her hands at him; and he just kept kissing her, once again overtaken by relief over the fact she was comfortable enough around him to be passionate.
If only it didn't take so long. If only she could love me sooner. If only I could openly love her sooner.
So much wasted time. Let me make up for it with another kiss, and another, and another... And never stop telling me about pigeons.
I didn't care about them before. Now they are my favorite bird.
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thinkin n ponderin a scenario in which frankie n mac end up meeting some stereotypical "my wife is a bitch and i hate her" "i drink a bottle of wine every night to be able to stand my hubby" couple and they are bewildered. no, jeremy, i do not hate my wife. in fact i am madly in love with her and if i don't get to spend at least 3h with her every day i'm gonna go crazy and kill someone (and then make out w/ my wife). no sharon, i do not think my husband is a helpless moron. i do not need to get drunk daily. my husband is a smart guy who does his own laundry and we get drunk TOGETHER, because it's fun. also our sex is unbelievable. it would blow your tits clean off, sharon, how much i love going to bed with my husband. you two should get a divorce and restraining orders against each other. what the fuck is wrong with you people.
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post the frankie size queen essay
in form of a ficlet as im wating for my food delivery. nsfw btw
"So," Angelo asked her one day. "Mac Gargan, huh?"
"Ugh, don't start this again," she sighed as he laughed. "I've told you already. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know he's coming to our wedding-"
"Franks, I couldn't be any less mad about not getting married to a girl if I tried. All things considered, it is a miracle it took pops this long to figure out I'm gay, and I never liked lavender to begin with. Nice touch with having lavender in your wedding bouquet, by the way," he added with a grin as she laughed. "Subtle."
"Yeah, I thought you'd like that," she said with a giggle. "I just saw they had this option and went - holy shit, Angel Boy's gonna love it."
"Well, I did love it. Buuuuuut... I didn't get you here just to reminisce about our failed wedding. Come on, Franks. I need to know - why him?" he asked finally, his dark eyes glimmering with curiosity; and Frankie bit her lip.
"Well, he does make me feel safe," she said slowly, wincing slightly as the irony of a guy who once kidnapped her making her feel safe was not entirely lost on her. "He's patient. Like, really patient."
"Uh-uh," Angelo said, rolling his eyes. "Fucking boooriiiiingggggg. I want to know the juicy stuff. Come on. How's your sex life?" he asked in his worst Tommy Wiseau voice; and Frankie groaned. Rationally, she knew this question was coming; and it wasn't the question she was dreading - it was the answer.
"I had never been fucked better in my entire life," she said with a deep sigh. "You know that club bouncer guy I told you about, the one that looks like Don Costa? He has a huge schlong, but can't use it. And Mackie... Holy shit, Angel Boy. Now I know what the Muppet puppets would feel if they ever came alive and felt the hand inside of them."
"Ew," Angelo said with a wide grin. "Gross. Keep going though."
"The first time he put it in I thought he's gonna poke my eye out from within," she continued, her cheeks flushing slightly as she thought back to their first time. "It felt so fucking good. I had never realized how much empty space I have inside of me until he fucked me. It was fucking unreal."
"Jesus, is that why you went radio silent for a week? Because he fucked you so good you forgot how to speak?"
"I didn't just forget how to speak, I forgot where I live," she said with a pained sigh as Angelo laughed. "And I thought to myself - great! Now that I've fucked him, he's out of my system. I can move on with my life now. But then I hooked up with another guy, and... It was just not the same. Nobody could fill me like he did. And it wasn't even a metaphorical, emotional void or anything. No, I mean it in the most literal, physical sense. He filled me up, alllllll the way. I then tried to, you know, get a dildo, but... Eh. It's just not the same, you know?"
"Yeah, I get that. An artificial dick up your ass is just not the same as the real thing," he said, nodding sagely. "Been there. Done that. Disinfected that afterwards."
"Yeah, I sure hope you disinfect your dildos. But anyway, that's how I figured out I'm physically incompatible with anyone whose dick I can wrap my fingers around. If it doesn't make me feel like I'm about to have to go to the ER, I don't want it. Apparently whenever we fuck, I look like I'm having a stroke and a heart attack at the same time, but he kinda likes it. He says it's hot when I can't even talk properly and he can really feel me."
"God, I am so glad we didn't end up married, our sex life would be so fucking bad for both of us. Me, I just can't top. You... Ugh, I can't even say it."
"Don't say it then. Just know that I do not think about you when I'm riding that Burj Khalifa of dicks. All I think about is how good it feels to my esophagus."
"Yeah, okay, Miss Piggy. What I hate the most about this conversation is that it's the same exact for me. And I love being a Muppet. I just wish dicks had fingers, you know? So they could wiggle them inside of me. That, I think, would ruin me completely."
"Oh god," Frankie breathed out, biting her bottom lip. "That would fucking rule. And also result in my eyeballs falling out for real, I'm pretty sure."
"Can the two of you shut the fuck up for five fucking minutes?" Mac asked tiredly from another room; Frankie and Angelo laughed in unison. They were having their weird little conversation in the living room of an apartment Frankie was renting together with Mac - who was trying to take a nap in the other room. Clearly that was not working out, and she hoped he had heard every single word. Because that'd mean a oh so you like it big, huh? kind of sex later on - and the only thing she liked more than his massive dick was when he made fun of her for not being able to string together a simple coherent sentence as he fucked her. "Please. Jesus."
"We'll be quiet now," Frankie said, kicking Angelo under the table. "Right, Angel Boy?"
"Yeah, as quiet as she gets when your dick pierces her intestines," Angelo replied in a sing-song voice; Mac groaned. Frankie laughed. For just a single afternoon, all was right in the world; and when the night fell, once again she forgot her own name.
ohmygodohmygodohgodohgodohgod
"You like it big, huh?" he said as she gasped loudly and grabbed the sheets as she tried to spread her legs even further. "Aww, look at yourself. Can't even talk," he added mockingly as she moaned and arched her back. "Hold still," he added, grabbing her by her waist as he fucked her. "Tell me how much you like it, or I'll stop."
"No," she moaned out, her thought slowing down to a crawl. "Pl... Please... Oh, god..."
In return, he only laughed; and she could feel his laughter, deep inside of herself. His every word, every chuckle echoed through herself; and she
fucking
loved it.
ohgodohgodohgodohgodIMCUMMING
"I barely even moved," he said mockingly as her eyes rolled back and barely any sound got out of her wide open mouth. "Aww, you're so precious. You don't even need friction, you just need to be filled up," he added; and she didn't protest. She didn't argue. Truth be told, she wasn't even sure what exactly was he saying in the first place; all that mattered were his hands around her waist, and his cock inside of her, and his beautiful body towering over her.
holy fucking shit.
he should fist me one day
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♔ for... hmm...... either frankie/mac or bee/igni?
im gonna go w/ frankie n mac bc tbh i am not sure if i am ready to take on bee and igni again after what went down between me and the dm : ( this isn't a jab at u btw <3
♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes
"Huh," Mac said to her from behind her back, the sudden sound of his voice prompting her to jump up. "Interesting."
"WHAT?!" she barked out in panic, playing with her hair anxiously as he stared her up and down, his eyebrows raising slowly as he took in her clothes. "Don't scare me like that. I thought you're working late tonight."
In response Mac shrugged - a gesture she had seen him do hundreds, if not thousands of times before - and leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms on his chest.
"Becky's kid got sick," he said; and Frankie had to fight off an angry scowl at the sound of Mac's customer's name. He had been her trainer for around three months; and during that time, Rebecca had not stopped hitting on him for even a single moment. "But enough about me. What the hell are you wearing?" he asked; and she let out a pained sigh as the realization of her secret being out finally hit her.
"Your shirt," she said reluctantly, looking away in embarrassment. "Go on. Laugh it up."
But instead of laughing, Mac simply shook his head with a sigh.
"I knew there's a reason why it smells like you," he said softly as she began anxiously playing with the hem of his large, cozy, t-shirt with a Batman print on it. When they were at a comic store a couple of months prior, he had asked her - multiple times - if she's sure she doesn't want it; it was the last one left, and the print was inspired by the classic Batman comic The Long Halloween. Impulsively, she refused; so he bought it for himself - but ever since, she'd wear it in secret from time to time, as truth be told, she really regretted not getting it for herself when she still had a chance. It was a nice, high quality shirt; she liked it. She liked it a lot. But now, the jig was up - and she had no doubt about him not being happy about it. After all, he did grow up at an orphanage, where the kids had to share stuff; only as an adult was he finally able to simply own things - and there she was. Stealing.
"You sly little weasel," he said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Alright. You can keep it," he added with a yawn; and Frankie blinked in surprise. "What?"
"Uhm, aren't you... Mad?" she asked hesitantly; and Mac shook his head with a chuckle.
"Babygirl, I can't be mad at you," he said; and inside her, something warm lit up at the sound of him calling her that. "Not over a fucking shirt at least. You can keep it... As long as you give me a backrub," he added, cracking his neck a little; she nodded silently.
In the end, nothing happened. It was just like he said - it was just a shirt.
(But she did make extra sure to really knead his back this time. As it turns out, after years of kneading dough, she was excellent at kneading people as well; and according to Mac, he really liked being her stress ball.)
"Mackie," she said eventually. "You there?"
"Mmmm?" he muttered out in response, his cheek pressed into a pillow. "Barely. What's up?"
"You wear it too," she said as she worked a particularly stubborn knot in-between his shoulder blades. "I like it when my clothes smell of you."
"That's a deal," he muttered out again with a yawn. "The feeling's mutual, by the way."
In response, she only cracked a smile; and life went on.
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had a supremely slow day @ work, so i slapped together a ~cover~ for my mac/frankie fic series lol
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boss makes a dollar, i make a dime
that's why i write marvel's spider-man (2018) mac gargan x oc retrospective fic on company time
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currently eating my hands over how well nightglow (aka the song from THAT honkai impact 3rd cutscene) works as a sorcione song from mac's pov
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a very fun thing about frankie and mac's sex life is that frankie explicitly asks mac to be mean and sadistic, and after he does, she tearfully asks "d-do you really think i talk too much?? :(((((" even though SHE was the one who pestered HIM for a week to act like he's had enough for her talking
#4.txt#it's great and they both love it even though it sometimes gives mac a whiplash#frankie: spank me#mac: spanks her#frankie: why did u spank me :(((((((((((((#mac: ok. i won't do it next time since you hated it.#frankie: ????? NO I LOVED IT IT WAS SO HOT#no wonder he ended up running around new york on all fours dressed up as a scorpion amirite fellas#sorcione
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the thing about frankie and mac's sex life is that they are a prime example of the "a down-to-earth dominant guy and his frankly unhinged sub who regularly demands for her dom to commit actual crimes for her" dynamic. she once pesters him for a month to get him to put out a cigar on her. he refuses, because that's how he used to interrogate people for his maggia don.
#4.txt#sorcione#some of her requests make him go damn........ maybe the ladies at the orphanage were right. maybe i should've become a priest.#priests don't have girlfriends who demand to be burned with cigars. ...i think.
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after they fuck for the first time (it goes on for many hours) and frankie's visibly worn out, mac says "i have some gatorade and protein bars in the pantry", to which she very feebly replies "i want chicken and waffles" to which he goes "huh. bet." and goes to the kitchen and makes her chicken and waffles because god damn, that's the least he can do for this girl he had been hopelessly pining after for months and whom he presumably will not see ever again (even though that's the second time they're supposed to part ways forever)
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thinkin bout the height difference between frankie and mac
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