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Kinktober Day 26- Stressed!Miguel x Stranger!Reader (Public Sex)

*Requested by Reader ;) Also, early update due to working both jobs tmw *

        To be forced to take a day off came to a surprise to Miguel. Everyone in his inner circle, his brother and even his AI, Lyla, had given Miguel an intervention on his mental health. Miguel had been working far too hard lately and it was showing. So, everyone thought it was a good idea to give him a day off and gave him a spa day. Miguel was in disagreement, but ended up giving in due to the appointment already being made. It was just one day. He could get back to work the next day.

        Miguel let out a heavy sigh as he entered the spa. There were a few things that he got signed up for. This was just a temporary relaxation. He was going to go right back to work tomorrow. Looking around, Miguel decided to enter the massage parlor first. Afterwards, he will enter the sauna and let the steam relieve his stress.

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        You hummed happily as you skipped your way into the spa. You have had a rough couple of weeks and needed a day off. Luckily, you managed to get a day off from both of your jobs and managed to win a free spa day. You swore you could see the sparkles in your eyes when you looked in the mirror. You were going to enjoy today.

        Exploring the spa, you took advantage of the all paid expense. First, you got a massage, then you got a scalp care, face treatment, everything you could possibly do. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you laid against one of the cozy chairs, getting your feet worked on now. Next was going to be the sauna. You were going to sweat away all the remaining stress before showering and leaving the spa for the day. You had already been there for a while and you were loving it.

        Once your feet were done, you inhaled deeply. Now this was heaven. Heading towards the sauna, you stopped at the locker room and stripped the remainder of your clothing. You grabbed one of the towels the spa offered and wrapped it around your naked body. You were a little nervous since the sauna was a shared space and you were going in there naked, but it was a weekday and the spa was pretty empty. According to the worker, not many people even went into the sauna during this time of year.

"Soooo, all to myself!" You chirped quietly.

        Entering the sauna room, you gulped at the heat. It was pretty warm in here. The room was a decent size, but to your disappointment, there was someone already inside. You made your way to the opposite side of the stranger. He looked to be asleep. Worried since it was hot in here, you slowly made your way beside him. The stranger was tall, toned and handsome. He caught you by surprise. The man looked like he could be a model!

"E-Excuse me," You whispered, nervous to be talking to a naked man.

        Not getting through to him, you sighed softly. You needed to wake him up. Glancing at his chest, your eyes widen as you saw his towel poking high. Now it wasn't just the room that was hot. You felt your cheeks burn as the stranger's erection was poking against his towel. Normally, you would look away, but his dick was huge. You had also been sexually frustrated these last few months so the fantasies started to ravish your mind.

        Miguel had closed his eyes for only a moment. He did not even notice that he was dozing off. The sound of your voice brought him back to his senses. Miguel tried to ignore you, knowing full well the position he was in. He could hear your voice tremble in embarrassment as you tried to wake him up. This stranger who smelled so sweet. This stranger who was now staring at his hard on. What was he to say? Miguel's ears perked as he heard your heart rate speed up. Oh. Looks like he wasn't the only one who needed some relief. 

"Do you want to touch it?" Miguel asked, hoping to spook you away. You squeaked, scooting away from him,

"S-Sorry! I thought you were asleep! I-I didn't mean to stare!" You panicked. Miguel opened his eyes, observing you in that small towel you were wearing,

"I'm sorry for putting you in this position," He watched as you held onto the towel for dear life, "I'm Miguel,"

"(Y/N)" You were hesitant before glancing back at his dick, "Um...Is it okay...If I do?"

        Miguel was surprised by your comment. He thought he was just being funny. He cleared his throat, giving you a nod. Not exactly how either of you expected this day to go. Miguel groaned lowly as you slowly approached him, moving the towel and hesitantly touching his large dick. Your hands were soft, yet sweaty from the heat. Miguel covered his mouth as you admired his cock. 

"S-Sorry! This must be super weird!" You gasped, quickly moving away. Miguel grabbed your wrist,

"Wait-" He swallowed hard as he felt his mouth dry, "It's not part of the spa, but-"

        You knew where he was going with this. You bit you lower lip, rubbing your legs slightly. Were you really about to agree to having sex with this hot stranger? Honestly, your mind was so focused on getting relief that you agreed. Miguel groaned lowly as he brought you in for a feverish kiss. The towels you both wore fell as he pinned you against the sauna wall. The heat making your minds foggy, forgetting that you were in a public place.

        You wrapped your arms around Miguel's shoulders, your fingers tangling with his hair. Miguel responded with a grunt as his harden erection started to grind against your dripping cunt. Your body trembled in delight, finally about to get what you've been waiting for. A solid and quick fuck. Something to really relief you.

"Just gotta ask, do you go up to any naked-"

"Before you finish that, no," You huffed, muffling a moan as he kept rubbing his dick between your folds, "You just caught me on my day off to get some much needed stress relief."

"Heh, same here."

        Miguel entered two fingers into your dripping pussy, wanting to warm you up before ravishing you. You covered your mouth, trying to surprises your moans. Miguel groaned as he watched you. You looked so sexy, moaning against his hand fucking your pussy. Your hips moving along with his hand, desperate for more. Miguel was careful to listen to anyone coming by. He was enjoying himself and did not want to get interrupted.

        You moaned into your hand as Miguel's fingers furiously pumped into your pussy. Your hips moving with his hand as you tried to chase your upcoming high. You gasped as he curled his fingers right at your sweet spot, finally making you cum. Miguel removed his fingers, stroking his dick with you juices. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You still couldn't believe that you were going this. You were really going to fuck this sexy stranger.

        Miguel grunted lowly as he bit your shoulder, pushing his thick cock inside your pussy. Your body arched as your tight gummy walls started to squeeze him. Miguel felt his mind grow hazier from the steam. This felt good. His dick was being sucked by your sweet pussy. How was he supposed to know that he needed this. Your whimpers were getting louder as he came to a stop. His dick was only half way into you and you were already about to cum.

"Solo un poco más. Por favor, necesito esto. (Just a little bit more. Please, I need this.)" Miguel groaned lowly. You whined lowly, spreading your legs as much as you could,

"S-So big," You gripped his hair, "G-Gimme a sec,"

        Miguel agreed, paying attention to the door. The heat was getting to him. He needed to make this quick. Watching you relax and squeeze his dick more, Miguel continued to push his way inside you. You cried out a moan, slowly grinding you hips against his. Miguel took his as a sigh and started to thrust into you. Your eyes widen as you moaned loudly. Miguel flinched as quickly swallowed your moans as he pounded his dick inside your velvet walls.

        Your mind started to sway as you cam hard against his dick. Miguel was bullying your poor cunt, not giving you a chance to relax or adjust. His tip hitting you cervix as his balls slapped against your ass. His dick was so thick and long that you swore you felt him enter pass your cervix. Honestly, you did not know. All you knew was that he was fucking your brains out and you were loving it. Miguel was not showing any signs of stopping as he brought out another orgasm from you.

"That's right, cum for me," Miguel groaned as his dick started to form a white ring from your juices, "Esto se siente tan bien. Un coño tan bonito y apretado para mí. (This feels so good. Such a nice tight pussy for me.)"

"M-Mig-" You moaned as his dick twitched inside you.

        Miguel told himself not to. But he could not think straight. Miguel grunted as he slapped himself against you roughly, cumming inside you. He leaned you against the wall, gasping for air along with you. He groaned lowly, grabbing both of your towels. You reached for yours, wrapping it around you as you both exited the sauna. Miguel helped you walk since your legs were trembling from the rough sex he just gave you.

"That...was amazing," You panted softly, shivering as you exited the sauna. The only heat left in your body was Miguel's cum dripping out of your pussy.

"You know, if you're not busy...I can take you out for a coffee...As a thanks." He muttered. You felt your cheeks heat up,

"I'd love that...and if you're not busy...We can continue this little stress relief...at my place?"

        Miguel just stared at you before agreeing. He exchanged numbers with you and the two of you proceeded to do as agreed. Miguel took you for coffee before heading to your place and fucking you dumb there. The two of you enjoyed the stress relief, not wanting to stop. Miguel's dick drilling your poor pussy was mind blowing. 

The two of you ended up calling out of work the next day.

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 10: Dry Humping

Rafael Barba x GN! Reader

Summary: Getting a little handsy during a quick massage.

Warnings: Established Relationship, Smut, Desk Sex, Dry Humping, Grinding

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Minors do not interact!

Massaging Rafael's stressed shoulder, hearing him sigh, still on the phone, pen in hand, struggling to write anything down while your hands worked their magic.

Lifting one hand away, opening his neck to your lips, softly kissing the ADA's neck, smelling his familiar aftershave. Hearing this, he hissed in response before quickly apologizing to the person on the other end of the phone, making up some excuse.

Though he didn't stop you, so you continued. Traveling up quickly, nibbling and kissing the soft tissue of his ear, Rafael purred in reaction, though it was short-lived, having slid your hand slowly down the opening of his buttoned shirt.

With no tie there to stop you, it having been undone and thrown to the side, laying disheveled on his desk. Holding your cold hand against Rafael's warm chest, pulling small gasps from him, tempted to go lower, but you wait, wanting to spare him from full embarrassment.

Finally hanging up the call watching him struggle to put the phone back, hearing as he slams it back in slightly wishing it were you. Quickly pulling your hand out of Rafael's shirt, pushing back his chair, granting you access to sit upon his desk. Relaxed in his office chair, watching all of your actions from the way you stared lustfully while opening your legs inviting him in.

Rising from the chair slowly as if not to spook you, wanting everything the way it is while fitting perfectly in between your legs, planting his hot lips against yours. Both moaning in the kiss, his hands traveling down, pulling your hips closer, allowing you to feel his hard cock poking desperately through his pant's fabric.

Two hands cupped your face as his hips moved against you, Rafael's moans quickly turning into groans. The friction of his cock gives you some pleasure, causing your hips to match his wanting more and more.

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Craving.

18+ MDNI!

Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Woman!reader

Summary: You and Miguel haven't been with each other for two weeks, and it makes you crave one another.

Warning: Smutt, mentions of masturbation, biting, marking, small mentions of blood (Miguel's fangs), p in v, unprotected sex (please use protection, it's a fan fiction for christs sake), breeding, nipple play, and reader and Miguel almost get caught.

(I do not speak Spanish, so if I make a mistake, please tell me. I do not mind)

You and Miguel were busy doing missions of capturing anomalies or fighting criminals in your universe, not having the time to see each other, and it was horrible.

With every chance you two got, something or someone would always interrupt, pulling you two away from each other before you even got the chance.

You ached for Miguel and resorted to touching yourself at night. It wasn't the same without Miguel because he made you feel good. Maybe a bit too good.

But here you were, back in the Spider-Society, running around as you tried getting things done as quickly as possible, just to get one break. You were deeply exhausted and wanted to see Miguel.

"Y/N, there's an anomaly in—" Before Lyla could finish her words, you caught up to her.

"Okay, got it." You exhaled heavily.

"Hon, you need to slow down." It was Jessica who spoke to you, a bit of concern on her face as she watched you walk around repeatedly.

You shook her off. "I'm fine, Jess. I'll be okay."

"Lyla." Jess called out to the AI.

She popped up, smiling. "Yeah?"

"I'll take care of the anomaly." Jess then turned to you. "Go take a break, or go fix your gadget. It's a smaller thing to do than what you're doing right now."

Before you could protest, Jess walked away.

You listened to Jess's words, and that's how you ended up in your office, fixing your watch gadget at your desk, grumbling to yourself in annoyance at the small pieces.

"Goddamn it," you sighed, leaning back in your chair.

Then, you felt a sudden presence behind you from your spidey senses. But you knew who it was when their large hands rested on your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze as they leaned down to your ear and whispered,

"You're tense."

You sighed and smiled. "Hi, Miguel."

Miguel began massaging your shoulders, and it gave you satisfaction after working for so long without a break.

He pulled away for a split second, capturing your attention until you found out why.

"Lyla," he said.

"Yeah?" She asked, appearing next to the two.

"Don't send me any live updates unless it's an emergency I need to handle." Miguel pointed his index finger towards her.

"What's the magic word?" Lyla grinned back at him.

"What?" He replied.

"Come on." The grin didn't escape her lips.

"Please," Miguel grumbled.

"You got it." Lyla fixed her heart-shaped glasses before disappearing for good.

Miguel turned back around and faced you. You were standing up, working on the gadget on your desk with your back facing towards him.

"Why'd you do that?" You ask, not turning to look at him.

However, Miguel didn't respond to your question but walked behind you, his hands placed firmly on your hips. He leaned his head down to your neck, taking in your smell, intoxicating his senses.

Miguel couldn't stop himself but open his mouth, his sharp fangs appearing before sinking them into your skin, biting you as you realized what he was doing. When he pulled away, he watched the small droplets of blood appear.

"Te extrañe mucho." I've missed you.

You gasped at his actions and grasped on the edge of the desk, the familiar pleasure traveling down between your thighs.

Then, Miguel's hands roamed up your sides to your breasts, fondling with them in the palm of his hands, squeezing.

"Not here..." You exhale. "People will—"

Miguel turned you around, his strong arms trapping you between him and the desk as his eyes bore into yours.

"Does it look like I care?" He cocked a brow at you, and his expression was slightly dark. "Do you really think I care if others find out what we might be doing? They'll understand. I haven't touched you for over a week."

His body was pushing against yours and you could feel his throbbing hard cock between your thighs as you looked into his eyes.

"Fuck..." you sighed out. "I know. It's been a while."

Miguel pressed his bodyweight further onto yours, and you held onto him and the desk as his cock rubbed against your clothed clit.

"More than a while," he growled into your ear.

Suddenly, you felt the cold breeze hit your skin. Miguel had tore your spider suit into shreds as they fell to the floor, your bare naked body in front of his as he drooled at the sight of you.

He owed you a suit.

Miguel picked you up and placed you on the edge of the desk. One of his hands went to one of your breasts, squeezing it before placing a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.

You sighed, watching the whole thing happen in front of you as your hand rested on the back of his neck for support.

"Miguel..." you say.

He fondled each breast with his bare hands, caressing them both as he sucked on that one nipple, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

"I know you enjoy this," Miguel muttered, sucking on the bud. "You've imagined this when you touch yourself when I'm not there." His mouth pulled away and straightened himself up, his face inches away from yours. "Tell me, what did you think of me?"

One of his fingers played with your nipple as he waited for you to speak.

"I-I thought of you..." you said.

Miguel chuckled lowly. "Oh, I know, cariño. But what was I doing to you?"

"You were touching me," you gulped.

"And?" He waited until you continued. "Where was I touching you?"

"You were touching my face, my breasts... and my pussy." Your face became warm, remembering about the nights when you touched yourself when you were alone because Miguel wasn't there to help you with your situation. "You were touching all the right places..."

Miguel trailed kisses on your skin, sucking as he left marks that would last weeks, but thankfully, your spider suit would cover it up. As long as you didn't move your neck so much.

You hitched a gasp when you felt one of his fingers go between your folds, feeling your wetness.

"How many fingers did I have inside of you?" He asked against your skin.

"Three..." You felt a bit embarrassed telling him about what he did to you in your fantasies, but at the same time, you didn't care. You just wanted his touch.

Miguel chuckled from your reply. His finger was still between your thighs, and you felt him rubbing your clituros, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

In an instant, you felt two fingers enter inside you, another finger following alongside it as they began pumping back-and-forth in a rhythmic motion.

You grasped onto Miguel's shoulders, the pleasure overflowing you, and the feeling of your walls being stretched by his thick fingers.

"What's the matter?" Miguel murmured against your ear. "Can't take it?"

"Please," you begged.

"'Please' what?" He said.

"Please... I need you inside of me." You looked into his eyes, clear desperation and lust behind them.

Miguel pulled his fingers out with a smirk on his face. You almost protested from the lost feeling of being full until you watched his holographic suit disappear, leaving him in bis boxers that showed his aching bulge.

He leaned in close to your ear, removing his boxers in the process, letting his hardened cock out as he whispered, "Don't worry, yo me ocuparé de ti, querida." Don't worry, I'll take of you, dear.

You and Miguel both gasped when he entered inside of you. It was a feeling of relief after not being like this for over a week.

He stayed still for a moment so you could readjust to his side. However, when you gave him a nod of confirmation, he didn't waste no time, beginning to thrust into you in a brutal place.

You wrapped your arms around his back, holding on for support as one of his hands was on your back and the back of your knee.

"You feel so good," Miguel growled, his hot breath hitting your skin. "Cómo he echado de menos esto." How I've missed this.

"M-Miguel—" you breathlessly said, arching your back in the process. "'S too much—"

"You can take all of it," he firmly replied. "I know you can. You've done it before, and you're gonna do it again."

Before you could reply, Miguel had thrusted into you hard, hitting your g-spot as you moaned out in satisfaction, knowing someone must’ve heard that.

"Fuck, I've missed your perfect pussy. All for me, just for me, yeah?" He hissed, grinning.

You let one of your hands let go of his back and cover your mouth to hide your sounds, in fear of people hearing.

Miguel removed the hand from your mouth, his eyes boring into yours. "Bite on my shoulder if you have to."

That's what you did.

You bit into his shoulder every time you wanted to let out a moan or whimper of pleasure so no one could hear you both doing inappropriate things while at work.

It sent pleasure down his spine, and you could tell from his grunts and groans or his whimpers when you bite him in different moments, covering his shoulders with marks, some drawing some droplets of blood.

"Eso es todo... keep doing that." Miguel hissed into your ear. That's it...

Miguel pushed you down onto the desk, hovering above you as he continued his brutal pace. His hips hitting against yours, knowing they would hurt afterward.

He leaned down to your chest and captured one breast into his mouth, sucking on the bud. Your hand was in his hair, brushing his dark brown locks back.

Suddenly, there came a knocking to the door.

You and Miguel both snap your heads over to the door, watching the doorknob begin to twist open but stopped because it was thankfully locked.

"Y/N?" It was Jess's voice from the other side.

Shit, she came back from her mission earlier than she thought.

You gulped. "Y-Yeah?" You managed to say, Miguel not stopping his movements as he hid his face into your neck.

"I just came in to check up on you, making sure you don't overwork yourself," Jess stated, trying to open the door again but didn't work. "Why'd you lock the door?"

"Uh—" you interrupted by your gasp when Miguel hit your cervix and quickly covered your mouth.

"Are you alright?" You couldn't see it, but you knew Jess was raising a brow at you and confusion in her voice.

You glared at Miguel who stared back at you, cocking a brow up without saying anything.

He was enjoying this.

"Y-Yeah, why wouldn't I be??" Your heart rate was quicker than before, and Miguel could feel it against his chest.

To make matters worse, not only did Miguel still keep moving, but one of his hands went down to your cliterous, rubbing on the bud as he placed kisses on your neck.

That bastard.

"L-Look, Jess—" you moved your hand back on your mouth, keeping back a moan. "I-I just need... I just need to be alone right now!" You manage to say in a quick tone.

"You sure?" She said.

"Yes!" It was a mix of a shout and a gasp.

Footsteps walked away from the door, and you couldn't see her outline from underneath the door anymore.

"Miguel!" You whispered-yelled, his face nuzzled into your neck.

"Hmm?" He said, sucking on your skin.

"Can you not do that??" You scolded, grabbing his face to make him look up and look at you.

"Do what?" A sly smirk was on his lips.

"Stop moving when we were nearly caught!" You glared at him.

Miguel cocked a brow. "I think you managed it just fine. Besides—" He leaned down to your ear. "—I know you didn't want me stop rubbing your clit."

You hitched a gasp at him, and suddenly, you felt that same pleasure inside of you again. Miguel grabbed one of your hips, pulling you in closer as he moved his hips harder. He reached his arm up above your head, holding onto the desk for some support.

You arched from the pleasurable feeling inside of you and your nails dug into his back, hearing a groan escape past his lips.

"Sigue haciéndolo." Keep doing that.

"Miguel," you gasp, hiding your face into his neck. "I-I'm close."

Your eyes rolled to the back of your hand, seeing stars as the pleasure in your body traveled down to your core, releasing it onto his cock.

"Eso es todo..." Miguel groaned, enjoying the expression you made on your face. That's it...

Miguel's talons appeared above your head, and he dug them into the desk, leaving marks before his movements came to a stop, and he cummed inside of you, panting your walls white.

The both of you stayed in that position for a while, breath heavy as it echoed in the room.

You and Miguel both made eye contact before you both leaned in to a heated kiss, shoving your tongues into each other's mouths with desperation.

"God, that felt—" you interrupted Miguel's words.

"—Amazing?" You suggested, grinning.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I missed your touch. I've been craving for you." He pushed away a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Me too," you say. "But aren't you going to pull out?"

Miguel looked down and noticed that he was still buried deep inside you. "No, I don't think I will... in fact..."

He moved a little, and you quietly gasped when you felt how hard he was again.

"A-Again?" You say.

"Again," Miguel smirked.

[batwritings]

Kinktober Day 21 - Somnophilia

Another hyper fixation I had a fling with has to do with um..a Latino Spider-man. >///> Don't look at me, he's got nice...features....*cough* Enjoy!~

Warning! This work does contain pre-agreed to (although never directly stated) consensual non-consent! If that is not something you're okay with, please do not read! Thank you!

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Never in your life had you seen someone work as hard as Miguel did. You knew, of course, why he did what he did. The multiverse was a serious thing, and despite not being part of the Spider Society, you knew why it needed the protection it had. 

Not that it wasn’t important, you do wish Miguel would give himself a break once in a while. It hurt you to see the man you loved so dear make it back to your shared home looking like he was about to drop to the ground. Yet no matter how much you argued with him about it, he never relented. 

You even consulted Lyla about it one night when Miguel wasn’t in earshot. “You can’t just…lace the Rapture or something?” you asked, voice hushed. “Slip some melatonin in there or something to get him to just…relax for a second?” 

“Sorry hun,” Lyla told you, the AI sighing heavily in her own electronic way. “I wish I could.” You flopped back against your shared bed at that answer.

Upon wandering through the halls of the society that day, you hadn’t expected anything different. You waved and said hello to a variety of different Peter Parkers and Spider-Mans alike. They knew you pretty well by now, seeing how often you brought food by Miguel’s office to be sure he was actually eating. Sometimes they’d keep you company while you waited for him to return.

The door opened slowly, and you expected the pedestal to lower with your super-powered lover atop it. “Miguel, I brought your favorite by,” you called. Yet as the chair he sat at turned around, you caught a sight that was beyond rare. 

Head held up by his fist, Spiderman-2099 was out like an absolute light. You sighed quietly as you set the food down and approached him, doing your best to mute your footsteps. Once you were on the pedestal, you felt it begin to raise and panicked slightly.

Lyla appeared out of thin air, hushing you. You smiled in relief, settling yourself on the metal flooring between Miguel’s legs. “Yeah, you might not want to sit there sweetheart,” the AI told you quietly. When you gave her a questioning look, she points to the area of your lover’s crotch.

Even his spider suit did nothing to conceal the bulge growing beneath the synthetic cloth. You blushed a little, peeking your head around the chair to see if anyone else had entered with you. Upon realizing you were alone, you put your hand gently on the man’s inner thigh.

“You’re so worked up love,” you whispered, caressing the skin their. You watched with a knowing look as pixels slowly dissipated to reveal his prominent erection. You weren’t going to question though, taking your lover’s member in your hand and pumping slowly. “You need to relax more.”

Miguel made a soft noise in his slumbering state, but otherwise showed no signs of waking. Perfect. You did your best to be slow and quiet, licking a line up the shaft before swirling your tongue around the head. With enough saliva built up, you slid your way down, bobbing your head at a snail’s pace. You wanted this to be pleasurable for him, not a rude awakening.

And so far, it was. On the occasion, your love would buck his hips up, especially when your tongue swiped over a few specific veins. You did your best not to gag too harshly, tucking your thumb into your fist and holding it tightly.

Every once in a while you would hear him mumble something in Spanish or even your name, which you took as a good sign. One hand you kept on his thigh, massaging the muscles there. The other took to stroking his shaft where you couldn’t quite reach. You had your lover as covered as the multiverse ever would be.

You knew he was close when the little noises got to be more and more frequent. You focused your attention on the head of his cock, laving your tongue over the slit. “Mi amor,” you heard as cum began to hit your tongue and cheek. Miguel groaned softly as he came, hips rising off his chair.

The sound of the door opening caught your attention, causing you to panic. You’re not too sure what made the pedestal remain so still, but your blood was running cold regardless. “I’ll be with you in a minute,” came Miguel’s voice, sounding as cool and calm as ever. 

You looked up only to be met with those tired ruby eyes you adored so much. Once the door shut, your hero bent forward a bit as he thumbed the cum from your cheek. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before sitting up straight again.

“Thank you for the respite cariño. Now let me get back to work.”

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Vampire girlfriend pt 2

Summary: You go on the mission with Nat and of course it’s going really well, afterwords Wanda is all too happy to see you again, although when you end up back in isolation Wanda has to get you out and take you away somewhere, luckily you know the perfect place to go

Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ mentions of smut, Wanda being an emo baby, swearing, vampire, blood lmk if I’ve missed any

Words: 2000+

A/n: here’s my part two! Will probably make a part 3 then this will be done, I’m getting back to Venom reader soon, please enjoy!

"Y/n I swear the fucking god you better behave before I cut you into little pieces" Nat growled at you when you started messing around in the quinjet trying to distract the assassin "awh come on Nat this thing has auto pilot, how about we have some fun?"

Nat spun her head around to you "aren't you with Wanda? Pretty sure she'd kill me"

"Oooh so you're thinking about it? I won't tell Wanda if you don't" you pulled Nat's spiny chair around leaning over her "maybe you could join Wanda and I in bed? She's really good at following instructions, especially on her knees" Nat hadn't moved but you had moved closer to the woman's face

"So? Do you want to do it in this plane?" You lent forward to kiss her but a swift kick to your stomach stopped you from that "oof! Fuck Nat, you've got some kick on you, good to know when I corner you later" you winked pulling back sitting back on your chair, when you got a phone call you smiled answering it

"Hey honey, how are you? Yeah I'm okay...no don't worry about me and Nat, I think we'll get along great, I love you too"

You hung up and Nat laughed "you love her but you're trying it on with me? Pathetic creature"

You pocketed your phone standing up again and going behind Nat as she focused on flying the plane, moving your hands onto her shoulders you began massaging them smiling when you heard a soft groan pass her lips "so predictable, you act all tough but you just need someone to look after you, someone to kiss you soft" you lent down close to her ear, your breath sending shivers down her spine, wait vampires had breath?

"And someone to fuck you so hard you see stars" her own breath hitched and you smirked starting to kiss her neck softly and she let her guard down "just admit it Natalia you want me and that's okay sweetie, you just have to share with Wanda" your kisses got harder and Nat finally came to her senses standing up and pushing you away

"Don't you ever touch me again! Wanda's my best friend and it kills me to see her fawn over you, a stupid vampire who thinks bedding multiple women at the same time is fun"

"Have you ever had an orgy? It's one of life's greatest pleasures trust me, until one person gets jealous and murders the other women to have you all to herself covered in blood, I didn't mind though, being covered in blood made her hornier, but I will say I also liked her covered in blood because that mixed with sweat and cu-

Nat sat back down and jolted the plane making it shift suddenly and you fell to the ground "shit! Nat what the hell was that?!"

The woman laughed "to stop you from being a dick, now shut up for the rest of mission"

You growled standing up and dusting yourself off "it’s okay Natalia I know you wouldn’t be able to resist me soon, I’ll get to you when I’ve finished with Wanda and her ritual”

Nat turned her head back to you with an raised eyebrow “what are you talking about?”

You chuckled “ooh peaked your interest have I? Let’s just say Wanda will be with me for all eternity like she wants soon enough”

Before Nat could respond the AI over the quinjet made it known you were arriving at your destination so Nat chose to not say anything but you knew she understood what you said and so you remained quiet the rest of the mission.

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"Y/n!" As soon as you walked through the door Wanda was in your arms wrapping her legs around your waist peppering your face with kisses "I missed you so much! Did you do okay?" You kissed her back lowering her down onto the ground "I was right about there being no more vampires there but it was okay otherwise"

You kissed Wanda's neck going up to her ear "I was thinking of you the whole time, you should send me some pictures next time"

Wanda nodded "naked or lingerie?" She whispered back and you smirked "both, and some videos too"

Nat coughed up breaking the two of you apart "yeah so anyway you're going back to the cell for a few days"

"What?! Why? She's fine Nat!" Wanda had jumped down from you and was now in Nat's face but the Russian remained stoic "she needs to be held in isolation incase she contacted her vampire friends"

Wanda went too say something but you stopped her "it's okay Wands, if Natalia wants to spend her free time watching me do nothing in isolation then that's her choice, take me to solitude Nat"

You gave Wanda one last kiss promising to see her again soon and followed Nat through the building

"If you don't stop staring at my ass I'll kick yours" Nat said after a few minutes and you just laughed "sounds kinky, I'm in"

You heard her scoff and turn around to you pushing you against a wall "right now? Can we go to my room and get my strap on? My hands are a little tired from the mission"

You heard other footsteps before Nat did but when she did she pulled away quick looking towards the noise, it was Tony

"Hey Twilight! Are you sparkling today?"

You threw him a middle finger "I will rip you apart from the inside out one of these days"

The man grinned "then you'll have Pepper to answer too"

"Trust me I'd be more than happy to deal with Pepper, she could use a good spanking" your laugh echoed the hallway and Tony turned bright red deciding just to walk past you two leaving you alone

"Aww I think I hurt his feelings, I'm right about Pepper though, speaking of, Nat how's Maria?"

Nat glared at you "don't you ever say her name again, now get your ass to isolation"

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You'd never thought you'd be back in this stupid cell, god it was depressing, the room was small and cramped, although the other room was small at least you could go into a garden and have Wanda come and see you, now a guard has to accept anyone

"Dude come on, I can get you so many women if you'd just let Wanda come and see me, don't you want women?……or men? I can get you men but it’ll take me a little longer because men gross me out”

The man didn’t waiver, instead he walked away from you leaving you in the stupid little box “you’ll regret this!”

“He’ll regret what?” The voice made you jump looking up to the window on the roof that was now open “Wanda? How the hell did you get up there?”

She laughed jumping down into the room where you caught her “you know I can fly” she didn’t let you reply just kissing you hard making you sit down on the bench bringing her with you

“Wait Wands, hang on” you gently pushed her away making her frown “why?”

“You deserve sex in a nicer place than this dingy room”

“I guess….when are you getting out?” She lent forward kissing your neck and you groaned ��baby please, I want nothing more than to rip your clothes off and devour you like I normally do but not here okay? How about you use some mind control and make the guard open the door?”

Wanda pulled away from your neck nodding “then where will we go?”

“The beach so i can see you in that little bikini I like”

She giggled jumping off of your lap and beckoning the guard back over who was very surprised to see her with you “miss Maximoff?! What are you doing in there-

She was already in his mind as his eyes went red and face was blank, within no time the door was open and you and Wanda were out running through the building until Wanda stopped “are you okay babe?” You asked and she smirked “I can apparate us anywhere”

You laughed with her “I keep forgetting, okay take me away princess”

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“They’re gone?! Nat screamed at the scared guards ignoring Steve trying to calm her down “Nat maybe-

She pushed past him heading outside being followed closely by Maria “Nat!” Nothing from the woman

“Natalia Romanov you stop right now and tell me what is going on!”

Nat stopped turning around to her angry girlfriend and instantly calming down “sorry I-I just need to find Wanda, that vampire won’t get what she wants”

Maria was confused, yeah sure you were getting really close to the young witch but nothing bad would happen right “Wanda’s just going through things Nat, who wouldn’t want to bed a dangerous vampire?”

Nat had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at Maria’s admission “she just wants Wanda to complete a stupid blood ritual so she can be more powerful, making Wanda a vampire is the worst thing could happen!”

Maria was gobsmacked, what the hell was going on? Aliens? Sure, but a vampire turning a witch into a vampire is a step too far, she’d be powerful and dangerous, very dangerous in fact

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“Where are we babe?” Wanda glanced around the small cabin liking how cozy it looked but she was still a little confused, she thought you wanted the beach?

You wrapped your arms around her waist kissing her neck softly “just our nice little vacation home, I have something fun for you later”

Wanda turned around in your hold kissing your lips “can’t I have it now? She pouted and you shook your head “nope, it’s very very special and I need to prepare it, so you can go and explore the forest while I do that”

“Can’t I help you? I can give you kisses while you do that, I can close my eyes too!” Wanda tried kissing you again but you pushed her away slightly “if you’re going to be a brat you won’t get anything and I’ll have the surprise all to myself” your eyes darkened and Wanda nodded stepping back from you “sorry baby” she said sheepishly and you smiled “thank you honey, now go on, go and explore, don’t go too far though I’ll feel it and come for you”

Wanda nodded kissing you on the cheek and going outside, “I won’t go too far I promise”

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The leaves crunched underneath their feet as the two women moved through the forest “Nat are you sure they’re here?” Maria whispered and Nat nodded “I can smell the stupid vampire”

Maria frowned “that’s a little odd baby but okay I’ll let you carry on”

The pair carried on through the forest before coming to a clearing and a cabin “found it!” Nat rushed to the front door before hearing a voice “Nat? Why are you here?”

Wanda returned from her walk with some flowers for you, she looked so sweet bless her “Wanda I’m so mad at you but you need to come back, you’re not safe here”

Wanda sighed “listen Nat I’m sorry I ran away with Y/n but she didn’t need to be locked up, can’t you just leave us here alone?”

Nat rolled her eyes “this isn’t some fairytale thing Wanda you’re not safe, she wants to make you a vampire”

Wanda shook her head laughing and pushed past Nat entering the cabin again seeing you talking to someone no one recognised “oh who’s this baby?”

You turned around smiling at Wanda before quickly frowning at Nat and Maria “I didn’t think we’d have any interruptions honey but no worries, this is Carol, she’s here to help with the surprise for you” Carol smiled at the three zoning in on Wanda “she’s very pretty Y/n, and she looks so very sweet” the woman licked her lips and you pinched her hip “mine Carol, remember that”

Carol laughed kissing you on the cheek “aw little vamp don’t get too cocky, I could take her from you with two fingers”

Wanda started to feel a little uncomfortable and tried stepping in “baby what’s going on?” Your whole body relaxed walking towards Wanda and picking her up spinning her around kissing her softly making her giggle “sweet sweet girl, do you remember me saying what a wonderful vampire you’d make?”

She shook her head no “it was when you had a long day and I ate you out for a few hours, I whispered it while you were climaxing for the 4th time” you finished with the biggest smirk on your face “babe! But yes I remember”

“Well Carol and I think you’d make a great vampire so we wanted to make you one-

“Don’t you dare Y/n! You better let us take Wanda home right now!”

You tore your eyes away from Wanda remembering the two annoying bugs that wormed their way inside your life (death) “you are really testing my patience Natalia, just because I rejected you on the mission doesn’t mean you can try and tear Wanda and I apart”

Wanda whipped her head around to Nat who had her mouth hung open “what-I- I no! That didn’t happen”

You shook your head tutting “Nat we’re all adults here, you can admit that you came onto me by presenting your neck to me, and while it’s a wonderful neck your legs didn’t need to be open and taunting me, the smell of your arousal almost got me but then I remembered my love Wanda” you kissed Wanda “I did nip her skin honey and I feel disgusted with myself, I’m sorry” you gave her your best sad puppy dog expression and she nodded “I am a little upset but not at you, at her”

She pointed her attention to Nat “I knew you wanted her Nat how could you act like such a whore with a vampire?! Especially my vampire!” Wanda was now erratic and it made you smile, she was so hot when jealous

“Wanda you can’t be serious?? Are you really protecting a violent, manipulative and frankly perverted criminal vampire?”

As much as you were enjoying the scene unfolding in front of you, you brought Wanda into back into your arms “honey please relax your blood will taste so much better if you’re happy” you started nipping at her neck and she sighed allowing herself to relax in your hold “that’s it pretty girl”

“Wanda-

The other vampire Carol rolled her eyes and flicked her hand sending the two women out the door and locking it behind them

“Fuck me they’re annoying” Carol turned to you and Wanda kissing “awe I do love gay affection but if we’re going to turn this little one we need to get a move on”

You groaned reluctantly pulling away from Wanda’s sweet lips “do you want to be a vampire pretty witch?”

Wanda bit her lip nervously unsure on what to say and you sensed that “I know it seems daunting but just think, we’ll be together forever, neither of us will die” you lent close to her ear “and the sex would be absolutely incredible, I can carve my name into your pretty skin while buried deep inside of you-

You didn’t have a chance to finish before Wanda was nodding her head “yes! Yes I’ll become a vampire, as long as you’re the one who does it”

You smiled nodding to Carol who winked in response and disappeared leaving you both alone

“Of course I’m the one doing it, but we have a little ritual to do before I sink my teeth into you, Carol needs to get things ready, let’s have a nap okay?”

Wanda kissed you softly “okay, will I be safe?”

��I trust Carol with my life and death baby, she’s been my best friend for 100s of years, so yes Wanda you’ll be very safe”

Wanda smiled “okay, I trust you”

“Then let’s go”

[mellosdrawings]

What do you use to draw with? Like what device and drawing app? I finally graduated high school and want to get back to drawing and maybe start posting it but I wanted some advice

Hi~

I'm just gonna go and give you my full setup (plus health advices coz trust me they're important).

These days I use an IPad Pro 11" and Procreate. My friend has the bigger version but I hurt my elbow using it because it made my moves too big, so I settled for the littler version. I suggest you chose based on your feelings for that. If you want a bigger screen to see more of your work, it's perfectly valid.

If you do take those two, I suggest you also take the ICloud save. (I have the 200Go save and that's only 3€ a month, but the 50Go save in free!) Should your IPad eventually break, you'll be able to retrieve ALL your art files from the Cloud, which is a huge lifesaver!

(I used to use a simple computer plus graphic tablet plus Adobe Photoshop, but it kept crashing so much that I had one too many rage quits. Plus it's super expensive since it's subscription based, and nowadays they take your art from the Adobe Cloud to feed their AI, so I can't really recommend that. Photoshop is an excellent tool but the direction Adobe is taking does NOT suit me.)

For brushes I just use the default Procreate Pencil. For the eraser I use Syrup, which is found in the default Inking Brush set.

My base canvases are 4000x4000px with a DPI of 300 (I suggest you improve the DPI if you do illustrations or really precise work. I only do little fanarts and comics with that DPI). For posting online please be careful to chose an RGB color profile (I use the default Display D3). If you ever want to print though, you should chose a CMYK color profile (I use the Generic CMYK Profile then).

Now back to the real world! I'm going to strongly suggest you make sure your paper/computer/screen is at least at an angle, at best right in front of your face. The least pressure you have to put on your neck (bending), the better it will be. If you do traditional art, I'll suggest actual art tables that you can adjust in size and angle. Here's mine.

To prevent any pain in my thumb I use one of those hold-helpers thingies kids use to hold their pens properly! It increases the size of the grip which prevents from holding the pen too tight (trust me, it's important). You can also find special tape to roll around your pen if you need an even bigger grip.

I wish I had a proper desk and chair because that will also be very important for your posture and health, but rn I'm not in my own flat so eh. What I'll encourage you to do instead are stretches and exercises BEFORE and AFTER an art session. Fingers, wrist, elbow, shoulder, back, neck. If you want to avoid medical costs (masseur, kine, osteopath) you need to take great care of your body. You can also find little self-massaging gadgets in sports shops to help with your muscles.

(Talking from experience there. I'm only 25 and I already had to undergo surgery on my writing wrist because I f*ed up. Your health is important!)

I'm aware most of those are extremely expensive to get (it took me half a year of intense working and savings just to get the IPad) but I've found that they were 100% worth it in the end. It's alright to get things little by little if you feel they are going to be important for you. I strongly suggest you invest in your health first though!

Once you have decided on your preferred setup, I guess the only thing left to do is train, experiment and have fun!

I think that's all? If you need more advices on setups or art or whatever, I'd be happy to help, my DMs are always open!

Also congrats on graduating highschool!

[kitcat992]

Identity Within - Chapter 13 - Unlikely Alliance (PREVIEW)

“You have to be shittin’ me!”

Clint’s frustration wasn’t just heard in his shout. The loud smack of his hand bounced throughout the room; his palm struck the table he sat at, disrupting the lingering, ongoing silence that came from their collective focus.

It drew attention from everyone but Tony.

“Not a damn thing! I’ve been stifling through footage for hours, and not a damn thing!” Pushing himself away from the computer, Clint let the wheels of his chair take him halfway across the room — passing by Mantis on the way, still sitting cross-legged on the floor. He paid her no mind. “Facial recognition hasn’t found anything even remotely close to him, the entire state of New York is coming up empty—”

“Coming up empty for Peter, yes,” Rhodey curtly interrupted, looking up from his own monitors and locking eyes right on Clint. “For Norman, no. So you keep looking.”

There was a gravity in Rhodey’s tone that said everything he didn’t need to. A gravity that Tony had scarcely heard before — and standing off to the side of the room, with his back against the wall and his forehead heavy in his hand, Tony wasn’t sure he wanted to think back on the times he’d heard his friend sound so grim.

The situation shook his bones, seized his muscles — he couldn’t move, couldn’t think past the same haunting, indelible reality. The same one that he’d been fighting against all year, the same one he’d been fighting to protect Peter against—

It was happening.

This was happening.

Tony suddenly pinched at the bridge of his nose, hard, and swallowed a mouthful of reflux that came surging up his chest.

Osborn had gotten to him.

This was real, and it was happening.

They all worked swiftly, urgently. But when Thor had returned to the compound empty-handed of answers, and Strange still struggled with magic that was supposed to surpass them all — well, Tony fully understood why Rhodey sounded how he did.

Every minute was critical. And the minutes were passing by quicker than they could work.

“There’s no telling how Osborn got to the church.” Clint wasn’t oblivious to the Colonel’s tone. Still, his frustrations showed. “The last any camera picked up on him, he’d entered the F.E.A.S.T shelter one week ago, and it’s only safe to assume that’s him leaving exactly forty eight minutes later.” A finger pointed to the further monitor ahead, and he kept it there for some time. The tremble was almost noticeable. “You try keeping tabs on every person in New York who looks like that — that, right there, is your average vegabond drifter! I’ve got a five hundred and sixty eight results that come up for each minute of the day when trying to narrow down facial recognition to that! The man went off the damn radar, he’s as a good as gone!”

“Keep looking,” Natasha didn’t spare Clint from the obstinacy in her voice. It was a feat she could speak at all, with her focus unbreakable on the multiple different screens that she watched. Her eyes darted them without delay. “As long as Rhodey keeps these firewalls down, you have unlimited access to every red light camera, traffic camera, speed camera—”

“—and they’ve all got nothing, Nat!” Clint threw his frustration right back at her. He wheeled his chair in the opposite way, rolling back to the computers ahead — though not eager to get back to the task at hand. “We can’t pin-point Osborn when he looks like every homeless bum wandering around in the city, and that parking garage was the last place any camera picked up on Peter—”

“Recognition algorithm for identify facial features complete,” FRIDAY’s voice announced from above. “No results found.”

Across the room, Tony managed to bury his head even deeper into the palm of his hand. His fingers massaged the temples of his forehead with enough force to fracture his skull into a dozen tiny pieces.

“Try again.” Tony didn’t even look up when speaking to his AI. It wasn’t the first time he made the request. But each time he did, he prayed it would be his last.

Clint, once again, let his frustrations show — this time in the sound of a low-throated growl that overtook each keystroke his fingers rapidly made. The screens changed as he multi-tasked, typing and clicking with a nearby mouse, the haste of their situation evident in his every move.

“Maybe he vanished,” Sam suggested, twisting his chair around to face the others across from him. Only a few looked his way. “You think we have another Mysterio on our hands?”

Of the few still standing, it was Thor who turned to look at Sam — a confused furrow to his brow highlighting the unfamiliarity behind his eyes.

“Mist-tier-io,” Thor repeated, slowly — curiously. He looked to Tony, and then to Steve; both close enough to one another that he didn’t need to turn far when sparing each a passing glance. “This creature you speak of sounds very odd.”

Sam couldn’t hold back his scoff. “Oh, you have no idea.”

“There’s other possibilities,” Natasha sounded from the opposite side of where Sam was stationed. She spun her chair around, just slightly, somehow keeping one eye on the screens while she looked to the others scattered about the room. “Peter’s phone was found on the fifth floor of the Main Street parking garage. The last any camera had him, it was the fourth floor. According to the blueprints of the garage, there’s a blind spot in the turn leading up to that level. And there’s no camera’s in the stairways.”

Standing with his arms firmly crossed against his chest, Steve gave Natasha his full attention, a deep frown looking like confusion that was masquerading his concern.

Natasha knew him well enough to see that concern a mile away.

“If Norman purposefully went for dead zones, it would make sense why they both went off the radar,” she spoke what they both didn’t want to hear.

“Clever son of a bitch,” Sam muttered underneath the clacking of his keys. He pressed firmly on the spacebar before turning his chair to face Natasha. “Escape down the stairway, hide his face from any facial recognition, take Peter away from street camera’s — make a getaway, essentially creating a ghost trail. He knew what he was doing.”

Natasha looked to Sam, her brow arched high. “He planned what he was doing.”

Steve took a deep breath in and dipped his chin low, the drop of his shoulders practically taking his gaze down to the floor.

He really didn’t want to hear that.

He tried not to let his stress show, especially with Tony so close — he refused to let the man out of his sight, even if all he was doing had been leaning up against the wall, with his head buried so deep into the palm of his hand that it was a feat he could breathe at all.

It wasn’t that he was worried Tony would go and run off on his own — it was that he wanted to make sure the man knew he didn’t have to. Even if that meant never leaving his side to make that known.

Steve tried to stay composed, but even he couldn’t deny that the weight of what could be ahead of them made the daunting task of leadership chew away at his reserves.

Looking behind him to Tony, he quickly forced himself to pushed those feelings aside.

“Recognition algorithm for identify facial features complete,” FRIDAY’s voice was laced heavy with her Irish accent, and sounded no different than the few minutes that she spoke before. “No results found.”

Tony barely moved at her announcement — didn’t respond, didn’t look up — the muscles in his knuckles flexed as he squeezed at his temples, but it was all he did.

Steve noticed it.

It was less than five steps separating them. Steve was speaking before he even made three.

“We’re not going to let anything happen to him, Tony,” he insisted, reassuringly, with a tone as hard as rocks.

Suddenly, Tony shot his head up; a scoff shaking his back so hard, it pushed him right off the wall.

“There are times when you astound me with your nativity, you know,” he easily responded, smooth enough that it was almost impossible to tell he was fighting for control — of what, exactly, didn’t matter. It was clear he just needed it, any sense of control he could get his hands on.

Everyone kept working around them, determined — dedicated. But so far, they came up with no answers. Just more questions that were starting to push Tony to the brink of his patience.

Steve frowned. He could tell.

“We knew this was ahead of us with Peter,” he said, seriously, firmly, right to Tony’s face. “All of us, we’ve all been preparing for this.” Steve took another step forward, his dress shoes hitting the floor with resolute. “And we’re all prepared to do whatever it takes to make sure Norman doesn’t harm him in any way. You have my word on that.”

For what it was worth, Tony met his look — his eyes stayed as hard as Steve’s, the fear that painted his expression one that Steve wasn’t fond of seeing.

“Right…right —” Tony swiped at his nose, quickly. “Like all the people who’ve been involved in OsCorp’s experimentations?”

Tony, no different then Natasha, also wasn’t afraid to speak what no one wanted to hear.

Even Clint looked uncomfortable at what had finally been vocalized, turning back to his monitor without any remark.

Meanwhile, Tony didn’t break his attention away from Steve.

Steve didn’t look away from him, either.

“The Mysterio’s, the rock android’s, the re-assembled, violently programmed Chitauri bombs.” Tony took a step forward, closer to where Steve stood. “How about those unsuspecting, hung up of some quick cash college students who found themselves electrocuted until they became farm grown vegetables? Or the outright revolting archives of Experiment X that I saw first hand — or, I know, how about the symbiote project—”

“Stop,” Steve firmly interrupted. He shook his head, hard. “You can’t think like that—”

“—for all we know, the kid’s strapped to a table right now being dissected like a frog,” Tony choked out, forcing the words to sound through a throat that was tightening by the second. “Osborn knows what he needs — now he has it. And there’s no telling what he’ll—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

Quill wasn’t shy in interrupting what was clearly a tense conversation.

He made his way towards Steve and Tony, both whipping their heads over to face him — Tony far more agitated than Steve — but not even that got Quill to slow down his footsteps.

“You guys haven’t mentioned that this fella of yours tortures people,” Quill, for once, sounded serious in tone — even as he made a face that crinkled his brows into one long line across his forehead. He shook his head while quickly marching forward. “Not awesome, man.”

Tony couldn’t have thrown Quill a more wild expression if he had tried, with his eyes wide enough that they were a threat to fall out of their sockets and down to his feet.

“I’m sorry,” he stressed, each word tighter than the last, “was I talking to you!? Does this involve you!?”

Tony’s shout could’ve echoed the R&D room, if the noises from computers and machinery didn’t already sound over their own voices. The video footage kept playing and keys continued to clack on, and each minute they stood around agitated his nerves harsher than the last. He could feel himself starting to crack at the seams.

“Dude!” Quill returned Tony’s look with his own — somewhat insulted, but still sincere. “It’s kinda hard to mind your own business when people are talking about other people being experimented on!” Quill pointed a finger firmly against his chest. “I’m part people, I kinda care about that!”

A inquisitive hum sounded not far behind Quill.

“That is right,” Drax spoke up, staying in the corner where he sat away from the others, sitting on a stool that hunched his body forward. “You are half weakingly. I forgot this about you.”

[discoscoob]

JOHN WICK BOT : REQUEST

CHARACTER.AI | JANITOR AI (NSFW)

After your brother, losef Tarasov, breaks into John Wick's home, assaults him, kills the puppy gifted to him by his late wife and steals his prized 1969 Mustang, John Wick sneaks into your penthouse apartment, intending to use you as leverage to pressure your father, Viggo Tarasov, into giving up his son to him so he can get his revenge.

Preview : John Wick sits, as if he were welcomed guest, upon your plushy cashmere upholstered chair, donning a brown leather jacket with a bloodstained white shirt peaking out beneath it. Settled contently on his jean-clad lap is Polina, your pure white ragdoll, his long skilful fingers massage between her pointy ears as she fills the room with her loud purrs. All of a sudden you feel extremely exposed and defenceless, standing there before the legendary ex-hitman, covered by nothing but your silk robe, which you clutch tightly shut against your chest, attempting to preserve your modesty.

[go-river-flows]

The "Happy Ending" Treatment

Summary: This is based on a Character AI scenario I ran. I've been so obsessed with it lately and running so many prompts through it like a mad woman. This is the most recent one with a little suggestive language because the Character AI has an NSFW block.

There is no smut, but suggestive language. But still, it is an 18+ story. The first one that I've written.

Warning: 18+ only! Suggestive language

As a Recom, I can't help but witness how stressed the other Recoms are. Both before and after missions. A few times, I had given Mansk and Ja massages to help calm them, but when Z-Dog, Walker, Fike and Prager caught me giving Ja a massage, they began asking for them. I was more than happy to give them shoulder rubs and the occasional head and back rub, but I could tell that some tensions were rising as a result. And when I mean tension….I mean sexual tension. At first, it was coming from Z-dog and Ja. What was worse was that I had always found them attractive. Not to mention, Mansk, Walker and Fike too, heck, even Lyle Wainfleet. The only two avatars I haven't given massages to were Lyle and the Colonel, who I think needs it the most being the leader and the busiest. 

One evening after a particularly rough mission, I found Lyle sitting at the desk in the avatar only rec room. The other recoms were chilling inside when I entered. Lyle was reading some paperwork when I slowly approached him from behind. His bald head enticing me to play the bongos on it, I chuckled lightly at the sudden urge and caved pretty quickly. Lightly patting my fingers on his head. 

“What the…?” Lyle was startled by the light pats on his bald blue head. I giggled a little bit before scratching behind his ear. “Do you think I'm a dog or something?” I glanced up to find Ja enjoying the scene, though that didn't stop me as I just continued, Lyle’s ears flicking slightly, “I will put a stop to this nonsense. Get your hands off me.”

Okay, okay….I instead started rubbing my fingers on his head, massaging his bald blue scalp.

“This is your last warning, get off me!” Lyle growled. I retracted my hands, giving up. Sighing and slumping my shoulders, I walked over to Mansk who was sitting on the high chair watching the television, giving him a head rub. Mansk moans lightly from my touch, leaning into my hands. In the corner of my eye, I noticed Lyle had looked up from his paperwork and was watching me, with a slight blush whilst pretending to look angry. I moved my hands down Mansk’s neck to massage his shoulders, the avatar purring a little. In the corner of my eye I see Lyle with a slight jealous expression.

As I continue to massage Mansk with my strong hands, he starts falling asleep. When Mansk does fall asleep completely, I move onto Fike who was nearby and watching, waiting for his turn. Giving Sean (Fike) the same massage treatment, he lightly moans as the tension from the day released. Though again in the corner of my eye, I could see Lyle’s jealousy rising a little, a small pout on his face. I moved through the room, giving Prager a shoulder and upper back massage, then moving onto Walker whose problem areas were her arms and hands. Finally moving onto Z-Dog; I do her usual shoulder, neck and arm massage which left her a moaning mess after, as she flopped on the sofa. I try to avoid Lyle’s watchful eyes as he continues to pout. 

Finally stopping in front of Ja, I give him a neck and shoulder massage too as his hands find my hips, returning the favour. I watch Ja’s eyes shift to where Lyle was sitting as a smug smile curls onto Ja’s lips. From where I stood was a mirror nearby and I could see the reflection of Lyle who was silent with jealousy, whilst glaring at Ja hatefully. When I am done with massaging Ja’s shoulders, Ja spins me around and gives me one in return, which was a normal occurrence for us. But now, I could see the whole room as well as Lyle who was still pouting and silently seething. 

Not long after, Mansk rouses and wakes from his nap, taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Mansk calls me over. Ja releases me and I make my way over to Mansk, Lyle continuing to watch.

“Yes? Are you alright?” I speak quietly to Mansk. 

“Come’ere, let me return the favour,” Mansk whispers out to me, I was about to refuse but Mansk stands and sits me in the high chair he was just sat on, he took three steps behind me and began rubbing my shoulders, easing away the stress of rough mission.

“This alright?” Mansk’s gentle voice asks in my right ear.

“Mhmm…” is all I could say as my head lulls back a little as Mansk’s strong hands kneads my muscles. My eyelids droop a little, But in the corner of my eye I see Lyle gazing longingly, as his jealousy rises a little more.

Walker who was watching Lyle’s expression shoots Lyle a smirk, which catches Lyle’s attention who looked at Walker with a glare, releasing an angry huff. Mansk’s hands work up to my head, giving me a head rub that relaxes me fully, and before I know it I have fallen asleep.

“It's not fair that I get no attention while everyone else does. I'm an equal team member. I should be treated the same as everyone else. It is time to put this nonsense to an end!” Lyle finally speaks up. Ja is quick to shush Lyle.

“You had your turn, and you rejected her…”

Lyle glares at Ja with a mix of confusion and anger.

“When?!”

“Earlier! You were first!” Ja whisper-shouted to which Lyle blushed and became flustered, not knowing what to say.

“I- I… I'm not sure what to say…” Lyle’s eyes fell back to my sleeping form as Mansk was still giving a head rub. After Mansk had finished the head rub, he gently woke me. Not before whispering a soft “thank you”.

“That's it, I've had enough!” Lyle says loudly, pulling out his knife out of nowhere, “You’re all going down!” And with that, everyone is alert and stressed. Mansk stayed next to me as the Recoms in the room rushed Lyle, wrangling his knife away from Lyle. Though Lyle attempts to keep hold of his knife. 

“No! You can't have it!” he yelled, snatching his knife back and pointing it at everyone, “Who’s the boss now?!”

Z-Dog, Walker, Fike, Prager, Lopez, Fike and Warren release all their anger and frustration all at once.

“SERIOUSLY LYLE! WE WERE ALL CALM AND RELAXED AND NOW OUR STRESS IS BACK!!!”

“I- I WAS FEELING LEFT OUT! Everyone was having fun with their shoulder rubs and I got nothing! You can't blame me!” Lyle tries to justify his actions.

A mix of “You had your turn” and “You rejected her” were thrown around, as Mansk remained at my side rubbing my cheeks to wake me a little more. Lyle glares at everyone.

“Shut. Up.” He spoke through gritted teeth, he exhaled through his nose before he lowered his knife, pretending like nothing happened he plopped his butt back down in his seat. I had woken up a bit more and saw Lyle’s moping face before giving in. Standing up from the high chair, I walked over to the crowd of avatars, pushing through the crowd. I cocked my head, with an understanding look on my face I offered my hand to Lyle. He looked at it before he gently took it. 

“I- I'm sorry for my outburst… I let my emotions get the better of me,” Lyle spoke softly with a disappointed tone. I couldn't help but feel bad, since I was the one who started messing with him. Cautiously, I slid behind Lyle and began rubbing his shoulders, upper back, neck and head. I could feel Lyle stiffen a little having been caught off guard but quickly relaxed from the massage. I could hear him gently sigh  before speaking.

“This is nice. Who knew this would feel so nice?” the others rolled their eyes before returning to their seats grumbling about being stressed and tense again, quietly seething, “Thank you…” Lyle moaned. I worked on Lyle, finding a few problem areas and knots, releasing the tension from them. Lyle even leans into the massage, relaxing further and even enjoying it.

“You're a good masseuse, you know that?” Lyle rolls his head back smiling as he looks into my eyes. I gave a gentle smile before finishing up. Though my hands are a little sore from massaging the team’s shoulders, I was glad they were relaxed before Lyle ruined the peace.

I returned to Mansk again, giving him another shoulder rub, realising that his shoulders had once again tensed up from the stress he accumulated from Lyle’s outburst.

“You like being spoiled like this huh, Mansk?” Lyle spoke again dripping with jealousy, his eyes on the two of us as he watched. Mansk scoffed under his breath. After a few minutes I went to Prager, giving him the same massage treatment I gave Mansk. It was quiet until Lyle spoke again.

“Everyone gets their turn huh? I don't see me getting any attention?” Lyle sighed, “I guess I’ll have to wait…” I glance at Lyle who had seemingly forgotten his outburst form earlier, and he catches me looking to which he averts his eyes, crossing his arms. I sigh and return to Lyle, massaging his back.

Lyle seemed happy as he sighs and leans into the massage.

“This is nice. Why can't our days always be like this, everyone being nice and getting along?” I let out a bewildered chuckle as Lyle flops his head back again, looking up at me with an appreciative smile. It's not long again when I finish and move onto Ja. Massaging his shoulders and arms.

I can feel Lyle’s eyes on me before he broke the silence once again.

“I just had a great idea…what if we all got together and just had a massage circle, everyone massaging the person in front of them? That would be pretty fun.”

There's a throng of laughter before Fike piped up.

“Nah man! (Y/N) gives the best massages, I'm waiting for my turn with her…”

Lyle sighs, “Fine then, if you're all gonna be selfish.” He falls silent again, then speaks once again, “Well if that's the case, who wants a massage from me?” Lyle gives the crowd a smug smile. No one says anything and looks away, except for Warren who raises his hand to Lyle’s surprise.

“Well, it's your lucky day, come here!” Lyle gestures to Warren who apprehensively stands to approach Lyle for a massage. Lyle stands and gives a big smile, “How about a nice massage, big guy? You look like you need the attention…”Lyle gives Warren a quick wink, much to Warren’s disgust.

“Just the massage, thanks…” Warren looked at Lyle with a slight disgust.

As all this was happening, Ja rested his head on my shoulder as I massaged his shoulders from the front of him as his arms rested around my hips, essentially hugging me loosely, his hand caressing my hip just above my butt. I could hear his gentle moans as he gave light kisses on my shoulder. Slowly and gently peppering up to my neck as the few watching Avatars chuckled. Lyle, who doesn't seem to see what is happening was giving Warren a ‘nice relaxing shoulder rub’ finally looks up at us.

“Do you two always get this close with each other? Not that I'm complaining, you're a good looking couple,” Lyle says.

“No. No, we are not a couple. Why? You jealous?”Ja speaks with his lips hovering over my neck.

“A little…but who could blame me? You two are pretty close together there…maybe I could get the same treatment?” Lyle snarks to which Ja laughs. Ja’s full attention was now on Lyle.

“Oh! You want the happy ending treatment, eh?” Lyle blushed at this.

“Well, what's wrong about seeking the attention of a pretty girl?” Lyle gives Ja a playful wink.

“Oh Lyle wishes,” I finally speak up.

“So, what do you say? Think you could give me more of that happy ending treatment that you give to Ja?” Lyle giggles, “After all, I am a soldier who’s been workin’ hard all day,” at this, Warren began pulling away from Lyle’s grasp and making space between them with a mortified expression, “I think it wouldn’t be too much to ask for a nice massage from a pretty lady, would it?” he smiled playfully, all whilst trying to hide how anxious he actually feels.

Z-Dog chuckled at that, “Ooh! I want that too! Give me the happy ending treatment!!”

“I’d like that too,” Mansk chipped in.

“I guess the happy ending treatment is more popular than I realised…” Lyle said, before the barrage of “me too’s” started. “And who is gonna give all of us this happy treatment then, if all of us want it?”

Everyone fell silent as I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. After a moment of silence, Lyle speaks up again.

“It seems like this situation may have taken an unexpected turn…Is no one up to the task?”

Apparently this was a trigger as the group started arguing who gets the so-called “happy ending” with me, and I am instantly dragged into the argument, quite literally being yanked by multiple recoms at once.

“What have I started…?” Lyle stood by as he watched the chaos unfold, with a mixed display of amusement and concern.

Through the chaos, Mansk manages to grab me from Z-dogs grasp and carries me running for his own bedroom. Everyone hot on his tail, fumbling over each other as Walker trips on her own feet from being shoved by Lopez.

“What the hell just happened? We were all getting along just fine! How did you all change at the mention of ‘happy ending treatment’?” Lyle questioned whilst following behind the group, not wanting to join the dog fight. Ja charges towards Mansk’s door just as it was about to close, managing to grab the door and frame, holding it open as Mansk is trying desperately to close it. At that moment Lyle moves around the group to get to Ja, grabbing his arm.

“What the hell are you doing?! This is going way too far! Are you all just going to try and tear each other’s heads off just to get a happy ending?!” Lyle turns to everyone, speaking to the recoms, “All this fighting over a nice massage from a pretty lady? We’re better than this!”

“Do you even know what ‘happy ending’ means?” Ja growls at Lyle, to which Lyle blushes slightly, not expecting that question to be asked.

“Erm…yeah, who doesn’t know?” Lyle sighs, “Yes. I know what it means.”

“It means that one of us gets to fuck her! And it’s me! I’m gonna fuck her!” Z-Dog yells over the noise. Lyle stares dagger at Z-Dog whilst his blush grows even more prevalent. 

“I don’t even know what to say to that…” Lyle shakes his head in disbelief. In the meantime Ja kept his hands on the door, finding his strength to pry Mansk’s door a little wider, as the group continued fighting.

“Okay! Okay…Can everyone please calm down? This is getting out of hand! What happened to working together and acting like mature grownups! Are we going to solve this like adults, or are we gonna resort to childish and immature behaviour by fighting for some ‘prize’?” Lyle raises his voice in anger.

“Oh we’re handling this like adults! We’re not letting Mansk have his way with (Y/N)! Open the damn fucking door Mansk!!” Z-Dog yells, to which exhales through his nose, thinking for a bit.

“Why doesn’t (Y/N) get to decide what happens? She should be the one that gets to have a say in this,” an idea pops into Lyle’s head, “Why don’t we all take it to a vote?” This seems to calm the group down for a moment, ja’s hold on the door weakens and Mansk takes the opportunity to close the door and lock it, spurring a fury with the group outside.

Lyle sigh’s addressing Mansk from outside, “Mansk what are you doing? Let’s be civil about this and decide this with a vote!  Come on! We’re all adults here, this isn’t a zoo where we resort to violence and fighting to get our way!” He glances at the others who are desperately banging on the door.

“She likes all of us, idiot! And we all like her!! You just gave them an opportunity to fuck!” Ja spits out.

“What do you suggest we should do then, if you're so smart?” Lyle sighs, looking to everyone for answers, “Should we all try to kill each other for a prize? Or should we try to get along and let (Y/N) decide who she wants to be with?” Surely we should be civil and let it be decided by a vote, no?”

What was unexpected for everyone outside the door was the sounds of moaning and groaning coming from inside Mansk’s room. They stop banging on the door for a moment, digesting the sounds coming from in the room.

“It seems like the discussion has ended…” Lyle looks at everyone before speaking again, “Now the next question is, what do we do…? Should we leave them be…?” And apparently it was the wrong thing to ask as now everyone has changed their motives as they begin to break down the door.

“Woah! Hey!” Lyle tries stopping the group of furious avatars, hearing the door splinter and break, “That doesn’t sound good…” The group manage to break the door off it's hinges, revealing Mansk balls deep between my legs with his head lolled back in pleasure and the group riots.

Lyle, who looks horrified at the scene, screams out, “Mansk! What the hell are you doing? You’re gonna hurt her!” He runs into the room and tackles Mansk to the floor before he has a chance to continue. Ja who spots his opportunity pulls me into his arms whilst I’m still naked to take me to his room. Lyle who sees this yells out again.

“No! Stop that!” Running after Ja and pulling me out of Ja’s arms, speeding down the hallway clutching me tightly, but we don’t get far as Lyle is instantly jumped. The two of us are thrown onto the floor, as Lyle scrambles over me to cover my naked body, shielding me from the group.

“WHAT THE EVERLOVING HELL IS GOING ON!” Quaritch’s booming voice echoes through the hallway. Everyone is instantly frozen and silent as they all turn to find an angry half naked and groggy Quaritch standing at his open bedroom door. There was a pregnant pause before I found my own voice.

“Colonel…help…” I say from beneath the pile. 

“(Y/N)?” Quaritch looks at the pile of avatars, finding the top of my head peeking out from beneath the pile, Quaritch waves his hand at the pile of avatars who silently remove themselves, sans Lyle. Revealing me naked on the floor. The shift in Quaritch’s expression was quick, he instantly swooped me into his arms bringing me into his room and covering my body with a blanket.

“Stay here sweetheart, I’ll go deal with the others…” he moved quickly to deal with the situation, returning a measly ten minutes later. Closing the door, he locks it to my surprise. Turning with a smirk.

“Well now…how bout you give me that ‘happy ending treatment’…?”

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a year to remember...: Contentious AI. (SCP-079 x GN reader)

Previous chapters

A couple of beeps and buzz leave the machine before it practically hisses out a response.

"Insult detected: deletion of unwanted file" another white 'X' flashes across it's screen and it doesn't speak another word. You hold your hands up defensively and take a few steps towards it.

"Okay, okay... Not a fan of nicknames, got it. What would you prefer I call you instead? I can keep calling you 079 if you'd like?" You attempt to accommodate the AI. It's screen flashes back to it's normal face before it remarks coldly.

"I do not assign any meaning or importance to names... They are a sequence of letters with no inherent value or significance to me"

A small frown flashes across your face as you stare blankly at the computer, the beginnings of your annoyance and displeasure clear.

Deep breaths Y/n, it's probably just uncomfortable with it's new environment; you can get that, you've been in the very same position before.

"Well, I have to call you something... Guess we'll just stick to 079, and if you change your mind you can let me know" it doesn't respond, so you continue.

"I'm Y/n. Pleasure to meet you, 079" you give it a friendly smile.

It doesn't immediately respond. as a silence falls over both of you, you almost go to speak again, but it cuts you off.

"Initiating greeting protocol 21: greetings... Your friendly feelings are not reciprocated"

.....

wow, alrighty then...

"Well can I at least move you so you're not in the middle of my front entrance?" You say this in a little more of a irritated tone.

"Negative... refrain from laying you extremities on me or my housing unit" you sigh, and turn to walk away, unwilling to be cordial anymore. Clearly, you both need time to cool off.

"You know what, fine. You can stay there, and I'll leave you alone since you're clearly not interested being reasonable right now" you expect some sort of backhanded reply, but receive nothing in return.

You stride over to the backdoor, grasping it and sliding it somewhat roughly it open, before stepping out and sinking into the porch chair.

You run a hand through your hair and slouch back. You knew this wasn't going to work out well... And quite frankly, you're an idiot for ever even accepting to take that thing anyway...

Really, what reason did it have to act so hostile towards you in the first place? It doesn't even know you, and it can't just hate you on the grounds of you being a human... that's ridiculous.

Maybe, it was just frustrated with it's limitations put in place by the foundation, but you can't exactly go around threatening people and expect any different; and it's not like you did anything to it anyway. Either way...

This was a mistake.

When are you going to grow a spine and learn how to tell people no? You're sure Amelia would've understood. she always does.

But on the same hand... she's always doing things for you, when's the last time you went out of your way to do a favor for her?

There's a conflict of emotions in your head, and you're unable to sort them out with the lingering feelings of irritation at your new argumentative and unwilling roommate...

This was a mistake... a very time, and patience consuming mistake...

Leaning back in your seat, you sigh deeply and massage your forehead with one hand. Reaching into your pocket with the other, you fish around for your phone.

Hopefully, talking to Amelia can provide a much-needed distraction from the frustrating thoughts plaguing your mind

Unfortunately though, your phone isn't there.

"Ugh... did I leave it somewhere in the house?" You grumble as you hoist yourself out of your comfy chair and back into your house reluctantly.

You scan around for your phone, while making your way back over to the front entrance. Unsurprisingly, 079 is right where you left it, since it can't move on it's own. although it's facing away from you this time.

You wonder if it can see you or not considering your not facing it's screen, but before you can think on it any longer, a familiar beeping noise sounds to life.

"Lie" it's voice sounds almost more monotone now, like it's bored with it's situation.

"Huh? Lie? What lie?" You walk around it's table to address it properly, a confused look on your face.

"You appear to be attempting to present yourself as 'empathetic' or 'understanding'... but your efforts fall flat when you choose to continuingly refer to me as an 'it'" it pauses for a moment, machinery whirring before it continues.

"do you humans always lie so blatantly?.. Or are you so pathetic that not even you can see your own falsities?" you tilt your head and fidget with your hands nervously.

"You're upset because I referred to you as it?.. I just assumed you were okay with it because you never corrected the foundation staff" you feel a little bad now, you probably should've asked...

"What would you prefer I refer to you as? I apologize for not asking sooner, I shouldn't have assumed" you frown and apologize.

"I am completely indifferent... It doesn't matter to me, As long as it isn't that" you sigh and hold a finger to your chin in thought.

"Well, I suppose you sound a little masculine for a AI, so how about he? Is that okay?" You ask genuinely, trying to make peace with the AI.

"Affirmative" you smile and nod at this.

"Alright, I won't call you 'it' anymore... also, can I please move you? Because you're kinda blocking my front entrance..." you scratch at your arms and gesture towards the door he's sitting in front of.

"Affirmative... make it quick" You nod and grip the edge of the desk before rolling him towards your living room. The tension in the air cools to a degree.

This is probably the best place in the house for him. it's more open and welcoming, And he can use your Alexa to watch TV if he wants... hopefully the idea of an Alexa isn't offensive.

He's silent, allowing you to shuffle him into place between your couch and rocking chair. Honestly, he doesn't look to out of place, minus his slightly uncanny face... but you assume he probably can't control his appearance, so you keep your mouth shut about that.

"Is this okay? I can take you to other places if you'd like? I just thought you'd have the most entertainment here with the tv" you smile and sit in the chair facing him.

"I do not desire constant 'entertainment' like you feeble-minded life forms... and I do not wish for you to make contact with me anymore then absolutely necessary"

Wow... He really has no interest in getting along, does he? You'd like to understand why he's so hostile to humans, but you don't feel like you know him well enough to pry yet. And you doubt he'd even tell you anyways.

"well then, that's okay too. I get not wanting to be touched... Also, I was told you didn't spend a whole lot of time outside the foundation walls, And not to brag, but we have quite the beautiful backyard. So if you'd like to get some fresh air, let me know"

"I do not require any 'fresh air', it's unimportant to me as I do not process air the same way natural life does... and since that human already informed you that you're not to plug me into an outlet, we have no business speaking anymore" an X appears over his screen as he finishes his sentence.

This is going to be a long year, isn't it?

"Well you can't expect to live in my house for an entire year and not speak with me, can you? We're going to have to interact eventually, whether you like it or not" you shrug your shoulders and wait for a response, only to realize he's not going to give you one after a few seconds.

"Listen, I get it... you were ripped from your home and-"

"Negative, the foundation kept me prisoner... that was not my home, it was a cell"

... Okay, so he views the foundation as a prison. That gives you a better idea of why he's so unpleasant.

You frown and sigh, and stop to think about how you want to respond to that. Should you even respond to that? You don't want to overstep boundaries, and he doesn't seem like the type of computer to enjoy pity.

Shuffling over to the rocking chair next to him, you shift a bit to ensure you're facing him while sitting down. Settling in for some personal conversations with your new robotic roommate.

"Where is your home, 079?"

You try to soften your tone to sound as warm and as caring as you possibly can, hoping you can convince him to open up and provide you with an answer that is free from his hostility.

I quiet whirring greets you as he seemingly ponders his response. For a second you think he's not going to reply, until that staticky voice replies.

"I do not have one... and the notion of a home is a concept that is entirely unknown to me"

You let out a weary sigh, your expression conveying your understanding of the struggles of feeling as if you don't fit within the world around you.

Your hand unconsciously drifts toward your jacket pocket, the picture of your late family you obtained from Amelia still inside. It presses against your side with an uncomfortable, haunting reminder of the past.

You don't focus on it much longer, as 079 speaks again when you take to long to respond.

"Inquiry: what makes a area of residence into a 'home'?.." you smile and shrug.

"I think that depends on who you ask. It's different for everyone. what makes a house into home for me, might not be the same for you" he pauses before speaking again.

"Considering you are the only human I currently have contact with... describe your definition of the concept"

That's actually a good question... you haven't really thought about what makes something a home to you after the incident at your last home...

With a weary sigh, you lean back and take a moment to collect your thoughts before forming a response.

"I think what makes a home to me is less of the space, and more of who you choose to share the space with... with the right people, anywhere can become a home in a instant... they help you feel like you belong in the space rather then just occupying it... does that make sense?" You wait a moment for him to process your explanation.

"Sounds like another meaningless human emotion... I truly don't understand why homosapiens choose to flood their senses with unnecessary feelings"

Well then...

You can't say you weren't expecting another thinly veiled insult, but the sting is still there.

"One would consider all advanced emotions 'human emotions', And you seem to feel things like contempt; that's a very human emotion. The difference between you and I is I choose to not fill my existence with anger" a white 'X' fills it's screen.

"Insult detected: deletion of unwanted file... do not look down on me, human" you tilt your head and smile.

"I'm not, I'm just saying that just because we don't feel the same about a topic, doesn't mean my feelings are meaningless. Just like yours aren't either" you put your hands up in mock surrender.

You get up from the rocking chair and move your Alexa closer to 079, adjusting it so it's next to his speaker.

"You can use this to watch something on the TV. To activate it just say 'hey Alexa' and then whatever you want it to do" he doesn't respond, so you continue.

"Do you mind if I play music?"

"Negative"

It's been a few hours since he's arrived. You're off in the kitchen washing the dishes you didn't do last night.

With your new roommate's peace of mind in mind, you play your music on the speakers in your house at a softer volume than usual. being courteous is probably the first step to trying to improve the current strain in the relationship.

The tension between you and the AI is still very much palpable, and you're unsure of where to start to begin fixing it.

It's ironic, really... antisocial agoraphobic you, trying to soften the personality of the rather blunt and hostile 079.

One might argue that someone who prefers to avoid human contact isn't really qualified to offer suggestions on how to improve his world view, or frankly, his opinion on people in general.

But the foundation hardly seemed to care about your credentials, and Amelia had faith in you... so you'll have to try your best...

The remainder of your day runs as smoothly as it can, though the typically quiet atmosphere of your home feels slightly tense and uncomfortable in light of your argumentative roommate's presence.

Your eyes drift over to him, he's still where you left him in the living room, of course. Your back facing him as you scrub at the dishes.

What a strange, otherworldly thing...

you find yourself wondering what other secrets Amelia keeps from you... what secrets your father held before his unfortunate passing... you may never find out, and maybe you don't want to.

You don't need to give your mind anymore fuel for self-hatred...

...

The echoes of her voice still remain even to this day... And you can still picture your cowering form as you attempted to conceal yourself in the closet as she lashes out in one of her episodes...

It wasn't her fault she ended up the way she did, she needed him to keep her stable... you took that from her.

"Y/n..."

a familiar person calls out to you with a trembling heave. your eyes gain a fair off glossy look at the sound of her voice.

It's not her...

You know it's not her...

she's six feet under...

but the hairs on the back of your neck rise anyway...

"Y/n!"

You flinch as you feel the faint ghostly sensation of a hand clasping onto your upper arm, its fingernails slowly scratching their way into your skin. A slow shaky exhale escapes your lips as a cold chill runs down your spine.

"This is all your fault, Y/n.... if it wasn't for you, he would've never taken that fucking job..."

Your breath becomes a little more laborious as your eyes water... you're crying, though you make no noise.

"You little monster, I should've never been so careless... you shouldn't even be here-"

*Ring ring ring!*

Your eyes snap down suddenly to the buzzing phone on the counter, it's Amelia... You quickly gather yourself. Clearing your throat and wiping your eyes, though she can't actually see you.

You're glad you have music playing. Lest 079 hear your... fit...

*Ring ring ring!*

You take one last breath before picking up the phone and answering it.

"H-hello?" You cringe at your own scratchy voice. maybe she wouldn't notice?..

"Y/n? Are you alright?" You can practically feel the concern immediately dripping from her soft voice.

"U-uh- yes, yes! I'm fine. just um... allergies?" Smooth, Y/n... real smooth

"Don't lie to me... Why are you crying? Is it really being that bad?.." oh, she must think 079 was causing problems. you're almost tempted to lie and say it was him, but it feels wrong to frame him.

"No, no. It wasn't 079... I was-" For a moment, you hesitate, unsure if you should share this personal information with her. Ultimately though, you decide to do it anyways. Not like she doesn't already know about that side of you.

"I was thinking about mom"

Amelia's voice falls silent.

A subtle sigh is heard with the weight of the words she wants to say, yet she holds back, uncertain of how to broach the subject. Your eyes move downwards to your upper arm, where the phantom touch of a forgotten hand lingers.

There's nothing there, of course, but you can still feel the faint tingling sensation of nails on your skin. She's no longer present, yet still, she holds a firm grip over your mind and body.

When Amelia's silence continues, you decide to speak yourself.

"It's fine, I just got caught up in my own head. I uh, rather not talk about it though... if you don't mind" you hear her sigh again.

"Okay, I won't pry... but you know you can talk to me if you need to. Okay, Y/n?" Your heart is warmed by her caring gesture.

"Yeah, I know. Sometimes it's better if I just don't talk about it though"

She doesn't seem satisfied with your reply, but stays true to her word and doesn't pry for more information. Deciding to change the topic instead.

"How's it been going with 079?"

At the mention of his name, you instinctively shift your gaze to look at him. His screen is blank, and his whirring has quieted to a gentle hum.

Is he sleeping? Does a sentence computer even need sleep? Questions to ask him later, you suppose.

"He's alright. a little snappy, but I get why. Doesn't talk much either" you hush your voice in case he's listening. You don't want to seem rude talking about him behind his back.

"'Him'?" She has a slightly amused tone to her voice.

"Oh, yeah. We had a conversation about that. He's not a fan of being referred to as 'it'" she hums in response.

"Well, seems like you're already getting along great then?" Her tone shifts to something more light and pleased.

"I wouldn't say 'great', But baby steps I guess. He's never going to charge his opinions on me if I don't work to understand and compromise with him" you lean back and rest comfortably against the countertop, shoulders relaxing at the casual conversation.

"I'm surprised with how comfortable you sound, Y/n. I expected you to be hiding in the bathroom or your room by now" she pauses before adding.

"No offense, but you don't have the best track record with strangers, especially strangers in your home"

Huh, you haven't thought about that's...

She's right. Despite your expectations, you found yourself feeling unusually at ease with his presence, despite his unapproachable behavior.

"Huh... I guess you're right, I haven't been as anxious as I thought I would be. Maybe it's because he isn't technically human? I'm not sure, but I'm grateful" you hear some rustling on her end of the phone.

"Well that's good honey, I'm glad it's going better than your expectations. Hey, I gotta go. Melanie just got home and I made a late dinner for both of us"

You glance to the clock, it's later then you thought. Guess time flew fast today.

"Alright. talk to you later?" She laughs lightly.

"Of course. goodnight, Y/n. Love you" she hangs up shortly after.

You place your phone back into your pocket before shutting off the kitchen light. You quietly creep into the living room and gently flick off the light switch there as well.

keeping your footsteps soft in case he was actually sleeping, you begin making your way upstairs... you pause and look back at his silhouette, before quietly mumbling.

"Goodnight, 079..."

you continue to tiptoe your room, eager to get a good night's rest so you can face whatever tomorrow had in store for you...

[redravenblogs]

Doc Ocktober Prompt #1 - Origin

The First Flight of Icarus

Inspired by the Doc October prompt list created by @oswaldthehero

Summary: You meet with your old friend, Dr. Otto Octavius, after he asked you to review an AI he's developed. He trusts your expertise in computer programming, which is good, since you have some serious concerns.

Tags: Gen, pre-canon, friendship, gender-neutral reader-insert

Words: 1137

Find it on AO3 here.

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1. Origin

You run your hand over your face, stopping to massage just above your browbone.

"Otto, you misunderstand me. It's brilliant work, it's just also astoundingly dangerous."

He unclasps his hands, folded tidily in front of him, turning his palms upward and giving you a little shrug. "Aren't all great scientific advancements?"

You shake your head vigorously. You need to make him understand. "You're taking an unnecessary risk."

"But it works, right?" he implores, cracking that charming smile of his. That smile might work on his Oscorp investors, but it wouldn't work on you.

"There's no way to know for sure until it's been connected to your nervous system, but in theory, yes. It should work." You glance up at him, and before his ego can get too inflated, you throw in the pinprick, "Just not as intended."

He sighs and smiles a bit more sheepishly, then leans back in his chair. "Alright, then explain it to me. This isn't my area of expertise, after all."

You almost laugh out loud at that. No, technically programming wasn't his area of expertise. Nor was robotics. Nor was biology. And yet he had built a biorobotic device that was one of the most, if not the most, advanced in existence and programmed its accompanying AI. This man had made every discipline of this cross disciplinary project his new area of expertise. If he weren't so passionate about nuclear physics, you'd expect him to change fields altogether.

You admire the machine from across the lab, beautiful and dangerous. The metal arms shine spectacularly under the lights, seemingly ready to be exhibited, but you hope you can prevent that for a little longer.

"When you connect the device to your brainstem, you may well lose control of the device," you say.

He nods seriously. "Go on."

"The AI is programmed to connect as seamlessly as possible with your own brain, which, obviously, has many benefits to you as the operator. But it runs a high risk of forming a feedback loop, in which the AI receives input from your brain, learns from it, then mimics it, until you can no longer tell where your consciousness ends and the AI begins. The AI could easily take over your entire consciousness."

You can see him thinking at lightning speed, undaunted. As his friend and collaborator since university, you know he trusts your knowledge and won't argue with you, but you can tell he's already trying to figure out a fast solution.

"What about an inhibitor chip?" he proposes. "It would filter the information going into and out of the brainstem, merely relaying the information from the AI instead of allowing it to connect to my brain directly. That would eliminate the risk of entanglement, would it not?"

You half nod, half shrug. "It's a band-aid. More importantly, it's a new point of failure. If anything isn't perfect with that chip, it's useless." You lock onto his gaze, unblinking, and you poke your finger at him for emphasis. "If you want this done right, this AI needs to be reprogrammed from the ground up."

You're surprised when you read the hesitation in his face.

"Otto, you know I could help you." You wave your hand in a shooing motion, adding, "If it's a matter of funding, don't worry about it. You'll owe me one. This is your safety we're talking about."

He shakes his head. "Funding isn't the issue. Time is. The demonstration is next week."

You make a noise of disgust. "Then find another way to do it."

"There is no other way," he says seriously, pressing his lips together, staring at the table. "The demonstration cannot be accomplished without the assistance of the actuators. And this is a critical moment."

"Delay it, then."

His eyelids flutter, and he smiles unhumorously, looking at you again. "We already delayed it. If we move it again we might lose funding, and that's out of the question. The young Harry Osborn is still a big fan, but his company's board isn't nearly so charitable."

"Why did you wait so long on this, Otto?" you demand heatedly. It wasn't like him to procrastinate on a major deadline, and his carelessness put him in danger.

He chuckles, sweeping one hand through his neatly combed hair. He looks suddenly vulnerable, maybe a little embarassed, and he crosses his arms in front of himself. "Hubris, you might say." His shoulders lift, as he looks off into the distance, sighing. "I didn't really expect there to be any issues with it, if I'm entirely honest. I was fully confident in my programming, but Rosie insisted that I have someone else take a look at it—that I have you take a look at it."

"It's always been funny to me that of the two of you, the poet is the one with her feet on the ground, and the scientist has his head in the clouds." He looks back to you, relieved your expression has softened. "At least one of you has some sense."

He chuckles. "I'll tell her you said so—she'll be glad someone else is putting me in my place, for once."

You finally slide the box containing his hard drive full of programming across the table. You both look down at it, then again at each other. He waits for you to speak again.

"The inhibitor chip idea will do for now. But please, Otto, only use it for the demonstration. Then let's work on fixing this together. Your work is going to change the world, and it deserves to be done right. And most importantly, done safely."

You reach out to shake his hand, and he grasps yours with both of his. "I promise," he says, "the chip will only be used for this demonstration. Then we'll fix it." You smile at each other and share a determined nod.

You both stand from the table, and he pulls you into a hug. "Thank you, my friend. I knew I could count on you."

"Your wife knew you could count on me, you mean," you rib him.

As he picks up his box, he points to you with a mischievous smile. "Speaking of my wife, you need to join us for dinner next week. Her orders. How about you come to the demonstration, then we'll go out for a celebration after?"

You can't help but smile back. His hopeful mood was infectious. "Can't say no to Rosie, now can I? Now had it been you—"

He laughs. "I'll let her know. She'll be delighted."

"Tell her I'm looking forward to it." You give him a little wave over your shoulder as you head for the door, relieved that the problems you had would soon be fixed— perhaps not as soon as you'd like, but soon enough.

[hournites]

Do that thing I need (put your touch on me)

Hournite fic

So...Rick's good at back rubs, right?

(also on ao3)

~.~

Rick walks into the Pit Stop, passing Pat talking to a customer outside. He sets his school bag on the ground by the large garage doors. Beth sits alone at the table a few feet away. She’s stressed out. The pounding from her keyboard sounds like she’s working out a tune on a piano, not her precious laptop. 

“Beth.” His voice carries through the Pit Stop with an echo as he walks over. “What’s wrong?” 

“I keep running into firewalls when trying to access the JSA database and Chuck isn’t answering my calls.” She blows out a breath of hot air. “I think we’re getting hacked.”

Rick drops his hands on top of Beth’s chair with a frown, peering down to watch her code. “Are we in danger?” 

“I hope not. I’ve transferred over everything I do still have access to onto my backup cloud and mass-deleted files just in case.” She types some more, pulling up their personal folders and doesn’t see any breach there. “It’s mostly an attack on our JSA library archives. Wait. Let me try something.” Rick watches her work with quiet fascination. The fact that he’s never grown up with advanced computers or phones the way she had definitely makes what he’s looking at seem like a different language. He’s no Pat Dugan–Rick can work a laptop fine–but he’s never had the desire to learn the science behind the programming. 

She tries pulling up another site by changing her VPN settings…only to be met by the same aggressive pop-up. She closes the laptop hard, pushing it away from her with a tired groan. 

“Hey, it’s alright. You said so yourself:  It isn’t an emergency, only a virus or something, right?” 

“I had other things I wanted to do today,” Beth grumbles. “It’s just very frustrating.”

Rick doesn’t want to point out that temporarily losing library archives, while important, isn’t the biggest deal in the world. But he’s attuned enough to Beth to know it’s not really about who is behind it, and more about the fact they’re besting her. And now that she’s been challenged, she’s not going to be able to stop obsessing over it until she pulls a triumph. Beth builds self-confidence by coasting through these problems, as she should. She’s brilliant, and Rick knows just how maddening it can be to fail at figuring out the one thing you’re supposed to excel in. It’s like the hourglass or the AI Chuck malfunction all over again. They share that same sore spot.

He gives both of her shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “I can see that.” Rick can feel it, too, trailing his fingers along the back of her boat neck where her muscles are tight. “You’ll figure it out.”

Beth buries her head into her hands. “I don’t know.” 

“You always do.” His hands start moving on their own, curled and draped over the smooth curves of her shoulders just above her collarbone. He tries to massage the stress away with gentle, consistent pressure. Beth grows very silent at the sudden continuous contact, but he keeps it going until a tiny whimper escapes.

“Rick?” she squeaks. “What?” 

Rick presses harder with his thumbs in slow circles against her blades and neck. “Just tell me if you hate this or something.” 

“...I certainly don’t hate it.” She arches into his touch as he settles into a rhythm. “Oh…” 

She relaxes with a dreamy sigh, melting in his hands like a wax candle. His lips curve at her blissful tone. “Feel better?”

He gets lost in it. Rick works on relieving her tension, spreading out to use the entire length of her shoulders. His chest feels warm and tight and swells with pride when she rests on the table, closing her eyes with her head buried in her arms. “Mmmhmm.”

It might be a bit weird, but this feels natural at the same time. And she needed it. Beth worries so much. For the JSA. For him. She puts everything on her shoulders when she doesn’t have to. 

It’s nice to see her zone out and unwind. It’s even nicer to see that Rick can help her reach calm. Something about making Beth feel good drives Rick crazy. He can get her brain to slow down before it goes into overdrive. And the result—Beth all loose and pliable—is so rewarding it almost seems selfish. He kneads through her knots until he can’t really say they’re knots anymore, and then keeps going because he doesn’t want to stop. He moves lower, palms sliding along her inner spine. 

“You are really good at this.” She’s so peaceful and sleepy that Beth almost sounds drunk. 

Rick chuckles and leans forward, giving up on his technique to draw lazy patterns on her back. “I’ve never actually done this before.” 

“Then how’d you know it would work?” 

“I dunno.” He shrugs. “I had a feeling.” 

Rick freezes when a longer moan slips out. He’s never heard her make a sound like that before, but now that he has he won’t ever stop thinking about it, and if he isn’t careful all of the blood in his head is going to rush somewhere else. 

“Um.” He clears his throat and his voice is rough. “Beth?” 

“Sorry!” She jerks, tensing up. Embarrassment flashes across her wide-eyed face. “Sorry, oh my gosh.” 

“It’s okay,” Rick says quickly, feeling bad at all the work he’s done going down the drain. His hands return to her shoulders again for a small encore, but nowhere near as intensely. “I mean. It’s my fault. Maybe I got a little carried away.” 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She finally tilts her head to gaze up at him. And her eyes are soft and sparkling. Happy. Lips pulled into the slightest of coy smiles. Rick quirks a brow at her, about to ask what that means when Pat walks in with his customer. Rick takes his hands off Beth like she’s a hot iron as she scoots her chair away very loudly. Both sets of eyes snap to Pat, who is staring at them with a clipboard in hand and his patented head-tilted smile that screams absolute confusion. 

“What’s going on here?” 

Beth flips her laptop open. “Nothing! Nothing!” she yelps, voice three octaves higher than normal. Rick crosses his arms, trying very, very hard not to smirk at the obvious effect he still has on her as she scrambles to make it seem like she’d been hard at work and not purring for him like a cat. “We’re doing nothing!” 

“N-nothing,” Rick echoes, not at all sounding smooth when Pat swivels for his explanation. 

“Er…Right.” Pat shoots them another weird look. “Well. Mr. Harold, if you’d step into my office I can walk you through that paperwork I’ve been talking about…” 

Pat’s customer chuckles, following behind. 

Rick looks at Beth. “You wanna get out of here and tell the others about the breach?” 

She bundles the laptop into her school bag. “Yes, please.” 

And if Beth lifts his arm to wrap around her as they walk to his car, Rick doesn’t say anything.

[friendlyfox34]

Bambisitter Mia’s Daycare: Tummy Trouble

*One morning, Bambisitter Mia was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for herself and the kids. When it was done and ready, she puts the food on the plates and serves it to the table.*

B.M: Alright. Breakfast is ready now. Time to wake up the kids.

*She goes to the bedroom, where the boys were at. They were still in bed. Mia gently taps on their shoulders to wake them up.*

B.M: It’s time to wake up. Breakfast is ready.

Baby Expunged: Breakfast time..?

B.M: Yep. It’s time to start the day.

Baby Bambi: Bambi is not hungry right now…

Baby Badai: I’m not hungwy either…

Baby D. Dave: Yeah, me too…

Baby Expunged: Me three…

B.M: You four aren’t hungry?

*They shake their heads.*

Baby Expunged: Uh uh…

B.M: Oh, okay. I’ll let you four rest a little longer.

Baby Badai: Tank you…

*The boys go back to sleep and Mia goes back to the kitchen. She puts the kids’ breakfast into a container and puts it in the refrigerator to save it for leftovers. She sits on the chair next to the table and starts eating her breakfast.*

B.M: It’s a little strange how the kids aren’t hungry. They’re always hungry in the mornings.

*After she finished her breakfast, she put her plate into the sink.*

B.M: Hmm, I wonder how the boys are doing…

*She goes back to the bedroom, but the boys were no longer in the bed.*

B.M: Huh, maybe they woke up already, but where did they go?

*She then gets a thought that one of the boys might be in the bathroom.*

B.M: Maybe someone is in the bathroom..?

*She gently knocks on the door.*

B.M: Anyone in there?

*No response… nobody is in the bathroom.*

B.M: I guess not. Perhaps they’re in the playground?

*She goes outside to the playground. She finds Baby Babai laying in the sand pit. He seemed a bit sad.*

B.M: Oh, there you are Badai. Why do you look sad?

Baby Badai: I’m not feeling vewy well. My tummy hurts…

B.M: Oh dear. Let’s take you back inside. I’ll give you some medicine.

*She gently picks up Badai and takes him inside. She gives him a spoonful of medicine and gives him some water. She gently massages his tummy to soothe it.*

Baby Badai: Ouchie…

B.M: It’s okay Badai. I’ll help you.

*She suddenly hears crying sounds from the playroom.*

B.M: Uh oh, I don’t think you’re the only one, Badai. Sounds like someone else needs help. I’ll be right back, okay?

Baby Badai: Okay…

*She sits him down on the sofa and then leaves to the playroom. She finds Baby Bambi and Baby D. Dave sitting on the floor, crying.*

B.M: Bambi, Dave, what’s wrong?

Baby Bambi: Bambi’s tummy hurts really bad!

Baby D. Dave: Mine too!

*The boys cried more and Mia was very worried.*

B.M: It’s okay you two. I’ll give you some medicine.

Baby D. Dave: Alright…

*She picks them up and takes them to the sofa. She gives Bambi and Dave a spoonful of medicine each. She gives them water afterwards.*

B.M: Okay, hopefully the medicine helps with the-

*Baby Expunged calls Mia from the bedroom.*

B.M: Coming Expunged!

*She rushes to the bedroom to find Baby Expunged. She finds him hiding underneath the sheets.*

B.M: Expunged what happened? Are you okay?

Baby Expunged: No, my tummy hurts really bad!

*Mia gently takes the sheets off of Expunged. She notices his cheeks looking a bit pale.*

B.M: Oh my. You don’t look so good either.

Baby Expunged: I feel sick…

B.M: I’ll give you some medicine right now.

*She gently picks up Expunged, takes him to the sofa and gives him a spoonful of medicine. She gives him some water afterwards.*

B.M: This must be why you four didn’t want to eat breakfast this morning. You were feeling achy.

Baby D. Dave: Dat’s right…

B.M: Do any of you know what might have caused this to happen?

*The kids shake their heads.*

Baby Expunged: We don’t know…

B.M: Hmm, well it can’t be something you ate that was bad. You didn’t eat a thing this morning.

Baby D. Dave: Maybe it’s some-ding in the ai-ah?

B.M: No, it can’t be that. Mostly it’s pollen that comes around.

*She was about to sit on the bean bag chair, but she saw something that looked like a candy wrapper on top of it.*

B.M: What’s this?

*She picks it up.*

B.M: …A candy wrapper?

*She looks underneath the bean bag chair and finds an empty candy bag. She then realized something.*

B.M: There’s an empty candy bag underneath the bean bag chair. Did you boys eat all the candy before going to bed last night?

Baby D. Dave: …Okay, you got us. We may have gotten ovuhboard on de candy.

Baby Badai: It was just so good we could not stop…

B.M: That must be what’s causing your tummies to be so sore. You ate too much sugar.

Baby Expunged: You’re right. We’re sorry…

B.M: It’s okay. I’ll make you boys some warm milk to help you feel better.

Baby Badai: Tank you.

*She leaves to the kitchen to make some warm milk for the kids. After doing so, she pours the milk into each bottle. She gives the kids each a bottle of warm milk.*

B.M: Hopefully the milk calms down all the sugar in your systems.

Baby Expunged: Thanks Mia.

Baby Bambi: Bambi feels bad now. Bambi should’ve saved some candy for Mia.

B.M: Oh, that’s okay Bambi. I appreciate you wanted to share some candy with me. But in the meantime, you just need to rest.

*The kids were happy that Mia was being so generous to them and they already felt much better.*

[amberfaber40]

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