#i shouldn't be allowed to use a computer

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Android x Reader (I)

It is the future and you have been tasked to solve a mysterious murder that could jeopardize political ties. Your assigned partner is the newest android model meant to assimilate human customs. You must keep his identity a secret and teach him the ways of earthlings, although his curiosity seems to be reaching inappropriate extents.

Yes, this is based on Asimov’s “Caves of Steel” because Daneel Olivaw was my first ever robot crush. I also wanted a protagonist that embraces technology. :)

Content: female reader, AI yandere, 50's futurism

You follow after the little assistant robot, a rudimentary machine invested with basic dialogue and spatial navigation. It had caused quite the ruckus when first introduced. One intern - well liked despite being somewhat clumsy at his job - was sadly let go as a result. Not even the Police is safe from the threat of AI, is what they chanted outside the premises.

"The Commissioner has summoned you, (Y/N)." 

That's how it greeted you earlier, clacking its appendage against the open door in an attempt to simulate a knock. 

"Do you know why my presence is needed?" You inquire and wait for the miniature AI to scan the audio message. 

"I am not allowed to mention anything right now." It finally responds after agonizing seconds.

 It's an alright performance. You might've been more impressed by it, had you not witnessed first hand the Spacer technology that could put any modern invention here on Earth to shame. Sadly the people down here are very much against artificial intelligence. There have been multiple protests recently, like the one in front of your building, condemning the latest government suggestion regarding automation. People fear for their jobs and safety and you don't necessarily blame them for having self preservation. On the other hand, you've always been a supporter of progress. As a child you devoured any science fiction book you could get your hands on, and now, as a high ranked police detective you still manage to sneak away and scan over articles and news involving the race for a most efficient computer.

You close the door behind you and the Commissioner puts his fat cigarette out, twisting the remains into the ashtray with monotonous movements as if searching for the right words.

 "There's been a murder." Is all he settles on saying, throwing a heavy folder in your direction. A hologram or tablet might've been easier to catch, but the man, like many of his coworkers, shares a deep nostalgia for the old days. 

 You flip through the pages and eventually furrow your eyebrows. 

"This would be a disaster if it made it to the news." You mumble and look up at the older man. "Shouldn't this go to someone more experienced?" 

He twiddles with his grey mustache and glances out the fake window. 

"It's a sensitive case. The Spacers are sending their own agent to collaborate with us. What stands out to you?" 

You narrow your eyes and focus on the personnel sheet. What's there to cause such controversy? Right before giving up, departing from the page, you finally notice it: next to the Spacer officer's name, printed clearly in black ink, is a little "R." which is a commonly used abbreviation to indicate something is a robot. The chief must've noticed your startled reaction and continues, satisfied: 

"You understand, yes? They're sending an android. Supposedly it replicates a human perfectly in terms of appearance, but it does not possess enough observational data. Their request is that whoever partners up with him will also house him and let him follow along for the entirety of the mission. You're the only one here openly supporting those tin boxes. I can't possibly ask one of your higher ups, men with wives and children, to...you know...bring that thing in their house."

You're still not sure whether to be offended by the fact that your comfort seems to be of less priority compared to other officers. Regardless of the semantics, you're presently standing at the border between Earth and the Spacer colony, awaiting your case partner. A man emerges from behind a security gate. He's tall, with handsome features and an elegant walk. He approaches you and you reach for a handshake. 

"Is the android with you?" You ask, a little confused. 

"Is this your first time seeing a Spacer model?" He responds, relaxed. "I am the agent in your care. There is no one else." 

You take a moment to process the information, similar to the primitive machine back at your office. Could it be? You've always known that Spacer technology is years ahead, but this surpasses your wildest dreams. There is not a single detail hinting at his mechanical fundament. The movement is fluid, the speech is natural, the design is impenetrable. He lifts the warm hand he'd used for the handshake and gently presses a finger against your chin in an upwards motion. You find yourself involuntarily blushing. 

"Your mouth was open. I assumed you'd want it discreetly corrected." He states, factually, with a faint smile on his lips. Is he amused? Is such a feeling even possible? You try your best to regain some composure, adjusting the collar of your shirt and clearing your throat. 

"Thank you and please excuse my rudeness. I was not expecting such a flawless replica. Our assistants are...easily recognizable as AI."

"So I've been told." His smile widens and he checks his watch. You follow his gesture, still mesmerized, trying to find a single indicator that the man standing before you is indeed a machine, a synthetic product.

Nothing.

"Shall we?" He eyes the exit path and you quickly lead him outside and towards public transport. 

He patiently waits for your fingerprint scan to be complete. You almost turn around and apologize for the old, lagging device. As a senior detective, you have the privilege of living in the more spacious, secured quarters of the city. And, since you don't have a family, the apartment intended for multiple people looks more like a luxury adobe. Still, compared to the advanced way of the Spacers, this must feel like poverty to the android.

At last, the scanner beeps and the door unlocks. 

"Heh...It's a finicky model." You mumble and invite him in.

"Yes, I'm familiar with these systems." He agrees with you and steps inside, unbuttoning his coat.

"Oh, you've seen this before?"

"In history books."

You scratch your cheek and laugh awkwardly, wondering how much of his knowledge about the current life on Earth is presented as a museum exhibit when compared to Spacer society. 

"I'm going to need a coffee. I guess you don't...?" Your words trail as you await confirmation. 

"I would enjoy one as well, if it is not too much to ask. I've been told it's a social custom to 'get coffee' as a way to have small talk." The synthetic straightens his shirt and looks at you expectantly. 

"Of course. I somehow assumed you can't drink, but if you're meant to blend in with humans...it does make sense you'd have all the obvious requirements built in."

He drags a chair out and sits at the small table, legs crossed.

"Indeed. I have been constructed to have all the functions of a human, down to every detail." 

You chuckle lightly. Well, not like you can verify it firsthand. The engineers back at the Spacer colony most likely didn't prepare him for matters considered unnecessary. 

"I do mean every detail." He adds, as if reading your mind. "You are free to see for yourself."

You nearly drop the cup in your flustered state. You hurry to wipe the coffee that spilled onto the counter and glance back at the android, noticing a smirk on his face. What the hell? Are they playing a prank on you and this is actually a regular guy? Some sort of social experiment? 

"I can see they included a sense of humor." You manage to blurt out, glaring at him suspiciously. 

"I apologize if I offended you in any way. I'm still adjusting to different contexts." The android concludes, a hint of mischief remaining on his face. "Aren't rowdy jokes common in your field of work?"

"Uh huh. Spot on." You hesitantly place the hot drink before him.

Robots on Earth have always been built for the purpose of efficiency. Whether or not a computer passes the Turing Test is irrelevant as long as it performs its task in the most optimal, rational way. There have been attempts, naturally, to create something indistinguishable from a human, but utility has always taken precedence. It seems that Spacers think differently. Or perhaps they have reached their desired level of performance a long time ago, and all that was left was fiddling with aesthetics. Whatever the case is, you're struggling not to gawk in amazement at the man sitting in your kitchen, stirring his coffee with a bored expression.

"I always thought - if you don't mind my honesty - that human emotions would be something to avoid when building AI. Hard to implement, even harder to control and it doesn't bring much use."

"I can understand your concerns. However, let me reassure you, I have a strict code of ethics installed in my neural networks and thus my emotions will never lead to any destructive behavior. All safety concerns have been taken into consideration.

As for why...How familiar are you with our colony?" The android takes a sip of his coffee and nods, expressing his satisfaction. "Perhaps you might be aware, Spacers have a declining population. Automated assistants have been part of our society for a long time now. What's lacking is humans. If the issue isn't fixed, artificial humans will have to do."

You scoff.

"What, us Earth men aren't good enough to fix the birth rates? They need robots?"

You suddenly remember the recipient of your complaint and mutter an apology. 

"Well, I'm sure you'd make a fine contender. Sadly I can't speak for everyone else on Earth." The man smiles in amusement upon seeing the pale red that's now dusting your cheeks, then continues: "But the issue lies somewhere else. Spacers have left Earth a long time ago and lived in isolation until now. Once an organism has lost its immune responses to otherwise common pathogens, it cannot be reintegrated."

True. Very few Earth citizens are allowed to enter the colony, and only do so after thorough disinfection stages, proving they are disease free as to not endanger the fragile health of the Spacers living in a sterile environment. You can only imagine the disastrous outcome if the two species were to abruptly mingle. In that case, equally sterile machinery might be their only hope.

Your mind wanders to the idea. Dating a robot...How's that? You sheepishly gaze at the android and study his features. His neatly combed copper hair, the washed out blue eyes, the pale skin. Probably meant to resemble the Spacers. You shake your head.

"A-anyways, I'll go and gather all the case files I have. Then we can discuss our first steps. Do feel at home."

You rush out and head for your office. Focus, you tell yourself mildly annoyed.

While you search for the required paperwork - what a funny thing to say in this day and age - he will certainly take up on your generous offer to make himself comfortable. The redhaired man enters the living room, scanning everything with curious eyes. He stops in front of a digital frame and slides through the photos. Ah, this must be your Police Academy graduation. The year matches with the data he's received on you. Data files he might've read one too many times in his unexplained enthusiasm. This should be you and the Commissioner; Doesn't match the description of your father, and he seems too old to be a spouse or boyfriend. Additionally, the android distinctly recalls the empty 'Relationship' field.

"Old photos are always a tad embarrassing. I suppose you skipped that stage."

He jolts almost imperceptibly and faces you. You have returned with a thin stack of papers and a hologram projector.

"I've digitalized most files I received, so you don't have to shuffle a bunch of paper around." You explain.

"That is very useful, thank you." He gently retrieves the small device from your hand, but takes a moment before removing his fingers from yours. "I predict this will be a successful partnership."

You flash him a friendly smile and gesture towards the seating area.

"Let's get to work, then. Unless you want to go through more boring albums." You joke as you lower yourself onto the plush sofa. 

The synthetic human joins you at an unexpectedly close proximity. You wonder if proper distance differs among Spacers or if he has received slightly erroneous information about what makes a comfortable rapport. 

"Nothing boring about it. In fact, I'd say you and I are very similar from this point of view." He tells you, placing the projector on the table.

"Oh?"

"Your interest in technology and artificial intelligence is rather easy to infer." The man continues, pointing vaguely towards the opposing library. "Aside from the briefing I've already received about you, that is."

"And that is similar to...the interest in humans you've been programmed to have?" You interject, unsure where this conversation is meant to lead. 

"Almost."

His head turns fully towards you and you stare back into his eyes. From this distance you can finally discern the first hints of his nature: the thin disks shading the iris - possibly CCD sensors - are moving in a jagged, mechanical manner. Actively analyzing and processing the environment. 

"I wouldn't go as far as to generalize it to all humans. 

Just you."

#yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere robot #yandere android #robot x human #android x reader #robot x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere original character #yandere imagine #yandere fic

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Let's Talk About That Chapter 1

Psychiatrist!Avenger!Fem!Reader × Wanda Maximoff

Summary: You are the young psychiatrist for the Avengers, and you take your job very seriously, but what happens when Wanda joins the team, turning your life upside down?

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: legal age gap r is 19 w is 25, talks of death and grief, a bit of angst, therapy sessions

A/N: I had this idea for a while and wrote it a while ago, but spruced it up for publishing. I hope you enjoy it!

May 7th-10th 2015

The only sounds to be heard were the scratches of your pen against paper as you wrote down notes the old fashioned way and the hum of the AC unit installed in your office. Tony let you have a nice corner of the tower where there was sunlight and windows. You had gone with a soft gray for the walls, an L-shaped mahogany desk that had both a desktop computer and your laptop. Across from your desk was two couches and a coffee table between them with an assortment of fidget toys, a succulent, a handful of magazines, and a box of tissues. 

Everyone had been away on an important mission and normally you’d go with, but you'd been recovering from a previous injury, you still are when you hear a knock on your door, 

"Open." You let them know and just from their aura you can tell it's Tasha, but she's with someone else, an aura you don't recognize. You look up to find a girl with chestnut colored hair, and a dark aura around her. "Hey Tash. I'm glad you're all home safe. I'm assuming we'll restart our sessions?" You ask the red head. 

"Yes. We can resume them. Tomorrow. Today I need you to have a talk with this one." Tasha helps her into the room and gestures for her to sit down, Tasha walks over and hands you a large file. "She came from HYDRA, they had a lot of info on her, she had joined us in the fight against Ultron." Tasha tells you before lowering her voice, "She lost her twin brother during the battle. So maybe you can get her to talk." You smile at Tasha and then look past the red head. 

"Yeah of course we shouldn't have any issues Tash. Leave it to me." You tell her as I adjust your glasses, quickly looking over her file as Tasha exits, closing the door behind her, "Wanda Maximoff, 25, born in Sokovia." You say out loud as you walk around your desk to the other couch across from where she's sitting criss-cross. You take notice she's taken her shoes off and smile, taking note of the fact that she’s comfortable enough to do something like that. "I'm Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. I'm 19. I'm also an Avenger. I have a power that allows me to see auras and emotions. I can also influence people's emotions and use my voice to influence others around me." You tell her a little about yourself first to help make her comfortable with talking about herself.

"You're 19? How are you a doctor?" She finally talks and you can hear her thick Sokovian accent which is like music to your ears. 

"I'm very smart. Graduated high school at 12 finished my Doctorate last year for psychiatry and Tony took me in as the Avengers Psychiatrist shortly after that. Everyone here needs a little bit of help and that is what I'm here to provide for you." You smile at her as you open a fresh notebook for her, choosing a red covered one noticing that she was wearing Tasha’s red leather jacket. "So tell me a little about yourself. Anything you want." You ask as you jot down her basic info on the first page. 

"I love American sitcoms." she tells you first. You smile and look at her over your glasses. 

"Why is that?" You ask as you jot down her words. 

"We used to watch them as a family every night so we could learn English." She tells you making a smile appear on your face. 

"When you say we who does that entail?" You question the Sokovian wanting to get to the root of her problems. 

"My Mama, Papa, and Pietro..." She tells you solemnly. 

"Who is Pietro?" You inquire, looking up from your notebook. 

"He is...was...my twin brother." You jot down everything she says during your session and she does open up a little bit with some persuasion on your part, but that isn't unusual for your sessions. 

"Well Wanda thank you for opening up to me. Your aura is looking a little warmer from when you first walked in. How about you come back in three days for another session?" You tilt your head as you grab a little card for her. 

"Why three days?" She asks nervously, tugging at her sleeves attempting to cover her hands, but the jacket doesn't budge. She starts picking at her nails as an alternative, chipping the black nail polish further. 

"I like to have frequent sessions the first month. Then we'll have them weekly just like the others." You let her know and she nods her head as you write the date and time for her to show up on the card for three days from now. Standing up with her, "I offer a high fives, hand shakes, fist bumps, or a hug at the end of sessions. Which would you like?" You ask and she's thrown off a bit by the statement at first but then answers. 

"Hug. I could use a hug right now." You open up your arms and let her come to you. She ends up crying in your arms as you sooth her, letting her know it is okay to cry. 

"I'll always be here for you Wanda. I'm always on your side." You whisper to her and she holds you tighter at the words.

You sat back down at your desk after Wanda left, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you. Empathy for Wanda's pain, determination to help her heal, and a lingering sense of dread about what HYDRA had done to her. But you pushed those feelings aside, focusing on the task at hand.

As the Avengers' psychiatrist, it was your responsibility to help your teammates navigate the mental and emotional toll of their work. Sometimes that meant delving into painful memories or difficult emotions, but it was a role you took on willingly. After all, you had your own share of struggles, and if you could use your powers to help others, then it was worth it.

You glanced at the clock and realized it was almost time for lunch. You decided to take a break and head to the common area, where you found Tony tinkering with one of his suits.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted you with a grin. "How's it going?"

"Good," you replied, sinking into a nearby chair. "Just had a session with Wanda. She's been through a lot."

Tony nodded solemnly. "Yeah, losing her brother and all that HYDRA stuff... it's rough."

You sighed, running a hand through your Y/H/C hair. "Yeah, but she's strong. I think she'll come through it."

Tony gave you a reassuring smile before returning to his work, and you took a moment to appreciate the camaraderie of the team. Despite your differences and the challenges you guys faced, you were a family, bound together by our shared experiences and our commitment to protecting the world.

After a quick lunch, you headed back to your office to prepare for your next session. As you reviewed your notes from Wanda's session, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to her story, something hidden beneath the surface. But for now, all you could do was continue to offer her support and hope that she would find the strength to confront her demons and emerge stronger on the other side.

With that thought in mind, you square your shoulders and prepare to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As an Avenger, a psychiatrist, and a friend, you were ready to do whatever it took to help your teammates and protect the world from whatever threats may come our way.

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Three days passed in a blur of meetings, training sessions, and the occasional emergency mission. But today, you were back in your office, eagerly awaiting Wanda's return for your second session. As you sat at your desk, reviewing your notes from your previous meeting, you couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for her. Losing a loved one in battle was something you could relate to all too well.

Before you could dwell too much on your own past, there was a soft knock on your door, and Wanda stepped into the room. Her aura seemed a bit brighter today, though still tinged with sadness. "Hey, Wanda," you greeted her with a warm smile, motioning for her to take a seat. "How are you feeling today?"

Wanda hesitated for a moment before answering, "Better, I think. Thank you for... everything last time."

You nodded, understandingly. "Of course. It's what I'm here for." You gestured toward the notebook on the table. "Shall we pick up where we left off?"

For the next hour, the two of you delved deeper into Wanda's past, her memories of Sokovia, her time with HYDRA, and her experiences with her brother, Pietro. With each word she spoke, you could feel her emotions swirling around you, and you did your best to guide her through them, offering comfort and support where you could.

As your session came to a close, Wanda seemed visibly lighter, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Y/N," she said softly, wiping away a stray tear. "I didn't realize how much I needed this."

You smiled back, feeling a sense of fulfillment wash over you. "Anytime, Wanda. Remember, I'm always here for you."

Before she left, Wanda surprises you by reaching out and giving you a tight hug. "Thank you," she repeated, her voice thick with emotion.

As you watched her leave your office, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to help someone in need, to make a difference in their life, even if it was just one session at a time. And as you glanced down at the Power Stone embedded in your chest, you couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this was the true source of your ability to connect with others on such a deep level. But for now, all that mattered was that you were making a difference, one session at a time.

#ley speaks #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff fluff #ley writes #wanda x reader #wanda x you

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Slightly inspired by @batposts

Bruce: What are you two doing?

Jason: What? I'm not allowed to bond with my little brother?

Tim: If you didn't want us hanging out, you shouldn't have adopted us.

Bruce: I meant what are you doing on the Bat Computer

Jason: Oh. Well I found that Timber here is destined to become a supervillian-

Bruce: He is not!

Jason: -Yeah yeah. Anyway I decided what he needs is some supervillian-like enrichment. So we're coming up with plans to take down our friends and family. Just really getting demented about it

Tim: It's really fun! Look at this one for if I become a tyrant.

Bruce, with his reading glasses on: Step 1. Have Dick tell me that Jack Drake would be very proud of what I'm doing. Step 2. Let Damian enjoy my existential crisis for 15 seconds. Step 3. Have Jason and Steph traq me to kingdom come

#just siblings being siblings #bonding with your brother #by plotting your own downfall #batfam #tim drake #jason todd #batman #red hood #red robin #bruce wayne #no rights for bruce

[the-white-void]

Things from Afar

~Summary: Part 2 of "Otherworldly Things". But I'm doing Nahida and Ei this time.

A week has passed since Venti and Zhongli had tried to convince you to come to Teyvat, but, you had work and school to catch up on and even if you did go there and get everything you wanted, it felt undeserving.

Another phenomenal accident happened where a bright glowing computer popped out a small child and a grown woman, both being obviously the other released archons, lying on the floor dizzy from the transport process.

"So, more overgrown children under my belt" you sighed in frustration. Venti and Zhongli peeked from the doorway wondering how your mental health might deteriorate more now with Nahida and Ei swimming like clueless fish.

"Peepaw. Cockroach. Help me move these guys to the living room" you turned to the two men behind the corner of the door. Both then started to carry the two lying figures out of the room, Zhongli cradling Nahida in his arms while Venti dragged Ei from her arms out the door "Why do you get to carry Buer, your the brute out of the two of us!" "As the responsible one, it is my responsibility that the children are safe" both exchange words as Venti drags Ei in defeat.

Raiden Ei

When she woke up with you watching The Lorax while waiting for them to gain consciousness, she was about to slam her forehead to the floor in a bowing position before you stopped her.

"Look, I know you're here with the same reason as the other two before you; my answer is NO. I have done my best to get through with this life and get somewhere with it and I'm not gonna let it crumble down because of some crap my old did and you crawling to my feet. Ok"

She was flabbergasted by your words, but then again, they were your words and she cannot disobey.

"Also, tell the operator to find a way to get you guys home. I'm running out of money to feed the other two and now you and Nahida"

Her soul left her body when she heard those words leaving your mouth.

You. Their divine creator. Babying them and sacrificing your own wellbeing for them.

She was on her knees and her head on the floor "Your grace, I apologize for exploiting your time and effort. Please allow me to return the gratitude"

"... Are you willing to get a job?"

She was a bit stunned but still wanted to repay you "Yes. I will get a 'job' to repay your omniscients' grace" her head and I was still on the floor.

And now she's working as a cashier in a nearby convenience store.

Nahida

When she woke up in the middle of your living room on a couch right next to the Raiden shogun, she was a little startled, so she tried to jump off but was seen by Venti staring at her from across the room

"uhmm... Hi?"

"hey"

Was all he said and continued to stare at her.

"Uhm... How is it with their Grace? Are they willing to come back?"

"No, they wanna stay here. And I don't know why"

"why are you looking at me like that?"

"their grace said to keep an eye on you until they get back from grocery shopping"

The silence flooded the room once again, and the awkwardness continues.

Some time later

You come back with Ei to see Nahida and Venti in a staring contest "... Don't wanna ask anymore but whaddya want for dinner?"

Nahida was blank for a moment until Venti mentioned he wanted apple pie.

Nahida scolded him that he shouldn't to you so casually

"Don't worry too much about it. You want anything?" you spoke to her softly.

She was stuttering in between her words with the pressure that she was speaking to the Omniscient Overseer and couldn't find the words.

"It's alright" you knelt down trying to ease her burden "You don't have to be so formal. Right now, I'm [name], not The Omniscient Overseer, alright" You gently held her with the aura of comfort through your words.

"Well. I'll take whatever you like" She smiles at you.

That was the first time someone saw her as a child, not literally, but as someone who has not experienced the world with her own senses.

She's happy with that.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin sagau #sagau idea #genshin fic ideas #sagau isekai #genshin fanfic #sagau fluff #sagau crack #genshin x reader #nahida #nahida x reader #ei x reader #ei x y/n #ei x you #genahin reverse isekai #genshin impact x reader #sagau reverse isekai #astronetwrk

[fanartka]

can you tag your mid ass AI art so nobody gotta look at that crap thanks 🌹

My answer is "No."

And this is the line beyond which my patience finally ceases to be patient.

@docty-strange If you can't see beauty, then maybe you shouldn't force your radical opinion on those who don't need it.

AI is a tool with which a person can translate his ideas, his thoughts from words into an image, a way for an artist to create something in a style different from his own and sometimes adopt an idea, a well-generated fold of a patterned garment or something similar to use already in what he draws with his own hands.

This is not an enemy, not a devil, it is not even intelligence, it is a tool, like Photoshop and other programs, including programs that people use to improve the quality of screenshots and photos, by the way.

I am old enough to remember heated discussions about the idea that digital artists are not real artists, but just hacks. And although I'm not old enough to remember the Luddites, I'm sure they had very similar rhetoric when they broke machines that only improved people's lives.

Every time something new appears, most people perceive it as a threat. There are still people who blame smartphones and computers for all human ills, just as a few centuries ago fanatics believed that the devil sat in the clock and turned the mechanism. I think our ancestors, who first began to use sharpened stones instead of fists, were also perceived as something strange and threatening. But this is just progress.

The world is changing. AI isn't perfect, it has a problem with human fingers and there are some legal issues that need to be ironed out, but this thing allows people to create beauty that wouldn't otherwise exist. AI helps in scientific calculations, including medical calculations, and much more.

Oh, and thank god I don't have to buy marble, hire a sculptor, and figure out where to find space for a Strange statue in my apartment, because I can see what such a statue would look like with the help of AI.

But pestering other people with all sorts of nasty things and demanding that they do as you would like is unacceptable. Seriously, when haters come to my inbox, most of them are homophobes who claim that Stephen would never love a guy and demand that I stop disgracing him, or with statements like that.

AI can make beauty, but you can only produce hatred and bother people with your demands. If you don't like it, don't watch it. That's how the Internet works.

Take it back 🌹 You know what to do with it.

#anti anti ai #ai art #beautiful ai #anti ai #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #marvel #benedict cumberbatch #ai #ai ironman #ironman #dr strange #ai craft #ai painting #beauty

[babyhatesreality]

Hi there love!

I know you know who I am by that sentence and I could ask this without being anonymous but I don’t feel comfortable doing that I think you’ll understand why after reading this…

Okay so, recently I posted a fic who was asked about one of daddies waking up little reader with kisses on her 🐱 ect, you know what I mean ?

And I just had some hate about that because people didn’t read the warnings nor the warnings tags which made me really insecure and it also made me feel bad about all kind of things.

I don’t regret posting it because I love pleasing people in posting their requests but it just made me feel.. low, you know ?

And I wanted to know if you would be comfortable about writing a fic for me ?

I let you write whatever you want, let your mind flies but I just want to see in the fics lots of fluff by daddies, comfort, kisses, I need the reader to feel really little because I need to feel little right now and because of the hate I don’t know how

Thank you so much for even considering it, love! You’re an amazing writer and I know I already told you that but I tell you again now. Your fics are amazing and it always make me feel good

I love you!

Kisses,

Anonymous 💜

My love. I got you <3

Sparkle

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f! reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, nicknames, reader is named but name scarcely used, sad baby, means internet words, angst, comfort, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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You shouldn't have gone onto the computer without your daddies. You always regretted it, and today was definitely no exception. But you'd been bored and forgotten.

You'd seen the stupid click-bait article but had been unable to resist. The lies, the insinuations, the straight up nastiness from people who had never met your daddies, let alone you, was astounding. That people felt it was okay to be this mean, this condescending, this nasty about someone else, while they were sitting pretty, safely behind their crumb-filled keyboards. You didn't want to think about it. But it kept drilling its way into your mind.

You tried everything to take your mind off it- watching Tangled, playing with Jellybean, coloring, drawing, building Legos, but nothing was working. You finally crawled into your closet, buried yourself under a blanket, and cried.

When Steve and Bucky came home, they were unnerved to find that their precious hyperactive angel didn't come running to greet them. They found you pretty quickly, getting you out from the closet and holding you close. They'd seen the iPad on your bed, and from a brief search history figured out the trigger pretty quickly.

Steve held you so tight in his arms, after wrapping your favorite yellow blanket around you. He rested his cheek on the top of your head and murmured soft things into your ear.

"Baby, you know what you read isn't true. These people don't know us or you. They are being mean because they think they are allowed to have a say in our lives. But that's wrong. They don't get a say. It only matters what you say, what I say, what Daddy says. And Daddy and I love you so much that we don't ever, EVER, want to be apart from you. We know that you're the best thing that ever happened to us. You make us so happy. You make so many people so happy, and that's just by being you. We don't want anyone else, and we don't want things to change. We love the way you sparkle."

As Steve was holding you, Bucky was making one of your favorite comfort meals- grilled cheese with tomato soup. You all had an impromptu picnic on the living room floor. Steve transferred you to Bucky's lap so he could spend some time reassuring you. He gently fed you bites of the sandwich and spoonfuls of soup.

"Papa is right, you know," Bucky said, wiping the tiniest bit of soup off your chin, before feeding you another bite of sandwich. "You're our best girl, baby. There's no one else, there never will be anyone else. And anyone who thinks that we're all wrong, never mattered in the first place. They don't get to decide our lives. They don't have any power over us at all. And they never will. You keep sparkling on, just like you always have. Okay?"

When you gave a shy, soft smile and a nod in return, they smiled their best Daddy and Papa smiles at you. Neither one of them put you down for the rest of the night except at bath time, and even then they always had one hand on you. You got to eat cookies in bed with them while they read your two stories each.

And you realized- your sparkle is what makes you unique. The way you laugh, and play, and giggle, and create- that's what they loved about you. And absolutely no one could take that away. You were- and would always be- loved for your sparkle.

#daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy!steve #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy steve #daddy steve x little reader #daddy steve rogers #daddy steve rogers x little reader #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy stucky #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky x little reader

[itsclydebitches]

A new stupid Ted Lasso drabble? Oh worm? 👀

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

It was too early for this shit.

Roy turned to find Ted staring intently at his computer screen, with Twitter—no fucking wonder he was losing his mind at 7:00am— encroaching on the Richmond desktop. Across from him Beard licked his thumb and deftly flipped a page of The Secret Garden. Had they planned this?

“Yes,” Beard said, not bothering to look up. Ted let out an explosive breath and smiled, like Beard’s promise of worm devotion meant fuck all when they had actual shit to do. Keeley was still waiting on a statement. Rebecca had a small library for them to sign. Higgins— Roy shuddered—wanted to talk finances in half an hour.

Which meant that instead of prepping for any of that in any way, Ted’s gaze crept towards him.

“Fuck no,” Roy barked.

Ted pouted. No, no, if Phoebe couldn’t sway him with doe-eyes at the tender age of six then Ted Bloody Lasso wasn’t going to do it around a fucking mustache. Roy set his teeth against the sliver of an apology trying to force its way out. “You’re a worm,” he said, as if that explained it all. Because dammit, it did.

“What kind of worm?”

Head jerking, Roy schooled his look of betrayal at Trent taking this seriously. He had his glasses off and everything, tap-tap-taping against his mouth as he stared contemplatively up at the ceiling.

“Uhhh...” Ted consulted the digital hellfire, but apparently no answers were offered up. Figures. “I don’t know. Just a worm? Are there a lot of ‘em?”

“Oh yes. Well over twenty-thousand last I checked.”

Roy twitted involuntarily. Twenty-fucking-thousand? And how the hell did Trent know that? Was he the goddamn worm whisperer? Made sense, given what a spineless pest he was.

Not anymore a voice whispered, sounding suspiciously like Ted. Yeah. Fine. He’d changed or what-fucking-ever. Roy growled and resigned himself to a worm lecture as penance.

“Worms are as varied as any species,” Trent was saying, curdling Roy’s stomach with every word. He took his pen out, mindlessly twirling it as he gathered his thoughts. “Silkworms, tapeworms, the humble earthworm. They seem quite simple on the surface and yet they’re a vital part of our ecosystem. Forget the bees; remove the worm and you risk a near total collapse of our agriculture. Ah, and did you know that the leech is a worm? Certainly they’ve been invaluable to the medical community as a natural anticoagulant. Science will always advance, but sometimes all you need is a good old-fashioned blood sucker—”

“Stop,” Roy groaned, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. Trent glanced over, one eyebrow raised.

“The point—sorry, my editor is always on my case for ‘overly verbose prose.’ As if she’s one to talk with those emails—the point is that if you were a worm, Ted, you would remain just as valuable a member of society as you are now. Of course we'd still love you. And why shouldn't you remain a part of our lives? I would determine your species and then set about finding a suitable environment for you. One that, hopefully, we would all be able to visit with frequency. However, if you’re a tube-worm I’m afraid you’re, well, shit out of luck, if I’m allowed to be crass. None of us are going anywhere near a hydrothermal vent and that’s even if I knew how to swim. Most land-living species would be doable though.” Trent bit his lower lip, considering. “If you were a worm I’d research everything I could about your nutrition, enrichment, life cycle. Given the magical nature of these events—I assume in this hypothetical you weren’t always a worm, yes?—I would take steps to ensure you were well looked after, should your life extend past mine. Luckily, Amelia already had a fondness for all things creepy and crawly, so I’m sure she’d be thrilled to receive you in the will. In the same vein, I’d use whatever contacts I still possess to connect with the leading researchers in Nematology and Helminthology, see if we couldn't find some way to communicate with you. I have no qualms about you being a worm, Ted, but I would miss our chats.” Trent smiled, a little wistfully, and then shook himself like a man coming out of a dream. “Why do you ask?”

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” Roy said, thunking his head down on the keyboard. Whatever these two nerds had going on he needed to bottle it and sell the shit. He'd make a fortune.

Ted let out a strangled noise. “No reason,” he said, clearing his throat. “That’s a mighty kind offer of yours, Trent, and I do appreciate it. Yes, ma'am, I do. I suppose you could say I—”

“Don’t,” Roy growled.

“—wormed my way into your heart?”

And he was done. Nearly tripping himself in his haste to leave the office, Roy unfortunately still saw the high-five Beard gave Ted—complete with a “Booya!”—and the heart eyes Trent was sending his way, fierce as fucking laser beams. Honestly, they were disgusting, the lot of them.

Still, that question was going to haunt him now...

“Wonder if Keeley and Jamie would love me if I was a worm,” Roy muttered, ignoring the look Higgins cast him and the question of where he was off to with their meeting on the horizon. Fuck finances. Worms didn't care about finances.

Roy took a right towards the exit, towards KJPR, and hopefully an answer half as romantic as the dork's.

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Tedependent #Ted Lasso fic #Roy/Keeley/Jamie #apparently I enjoy writing Roy suffering from Tedependent nonsense lol #also is there a ship name for that disaster trio? #they deserve one

[sluttywoozi]

push me (and i'll give it right back)

Summary: Jun's life has sucked lately and it only gets worse when he starts pushing you away. He really shouldn't have forgotten you're willing to push back.

Rating: M (18+ MDNI) | Word Count: ~2.3k | Pairing: jun x gn!reader

Warnings: lowkey angsty, food mention, not proofread, bratty sub jun, soft dom reader, restraints (his wrists are tied), petnames, hand job, cum swallowing, he cums so hard he passes out, not a lot of aftercare but there is beforecare ?? the title makes it sound more dramatic than it is, lmk if i forgot anything

Tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, dom/sub dynamics, smut

Reader Notes: gn, no pronouns or physical descriptors used

Jun sighs as he trudges down the hallway to the apartment, knowing you’ll be sitting there waiting for him. He wants to see you, he does, but he knows you’ll want to talk and he just doesn’t feel like it.

Everything is going wrong at work, his friends are being dumber than normal, and now you’re annoyed because he’s been taking it out on you. It’s not fair, he knows, and he’s been trying to do better, but it’s so hard when he spends his day telling other people what to do and then comes home to you asking him to make more decisions, like what to eat for dinner or what to watch before bed or when the grocery shopping needs to be done. He knows you just want his input, just want him to participate in the running of the house, but he can’t make any more choices.

God, he wishes he could just turn off his brain, Jun thinks as he clumsily shoves his key in the lock and turns it, pushing the door open to find you sitting on the couch, just like he knew you would be.

Jun tries not to let the sheer exhaustion he feels show on his face, manages to send you a pinched smile and land a kiss on your forehead before making his way to the bedroom to wash the day off.

He doesn’t even have the energy to grab a change of clothes, just goes straight to the shower and turns it on, stares at his pathetic visage until the mirror fogs up with steam and climbs in with a groan.

The scalding water feels amazing on his back, his spine and muscles sore from hunching over a computer all day, and the release of tension almost leaves him feeling dizzy. He thinks he hears a noise but doesn’t bother to investigate, knowing you won’t press him to talk until after he's gotten all fresh and clean. He supposes he should probably start actually getting clean now, and halfheartedly washes his hair and body, taking a micro nap as the conditioner sits in his hair and the suds from his face wash trail down his skin.

You like to shower right before bed and he doesn’t want to use up all the hot water so he rinses clean and blindly paws at the knob to shut the shower off. He’s still roughly swiping at his eyes to rid them of water when he notices a set of pajamas sitting on the counter, along with what looks like a freshly dried and folded towel, and honestly, Jun thinks he could cry.

The towel is so soft and warm, and when he wraps it around his shoulders and pulls it tight to his chest, he can almost pretend it’s a hug from you. It’s been at least three days since he’s allowed one, too concerned with pushing you away to realize how much he misses you.

Shit, Jun’s got a lot of apologizing to do.

You don’t seem too mad though, judging by these sweet little actions, but he still brainstorms ways to make it up to you as he dries off and pulls the pajamas on. They’re warm too and they smell so good, like your favorite dryer sheets and home, and Jun wonders if there’s anything better than clean, warm clothes on his clean, cold body.  

[Well, you’re better, but Jun doesn’t consider you a thing so his point stands]

His skincare is missing from the vanity and he peeks into the bedroom cautiously, catching sight of you and the products arranged carefully on the nightstand. You’re lighting candles, humming absentmindedly, and already Jun feels better. He breathes a soft, “Hey babe,” and approaches you on weary feet, his arms attempting to snake around you. You stop him with a hand around his wrist and spin to face him, your face unreadable.

Jun knows what this means, what he’s in for tonight.

This is your punishment for his behavior the last few days - sweet, adoring, delicate torture. You’ll love him so much it hurts, so much he aches with it, and he’ll have no choice but to take it with bound hands and tears in his eyes.

He follows you silently to the bed, laying down when you tilt your head at the pillow and bringing his arms above his head. You reward his obedience with a soft smile and the silk ties instead of the nylon ones, locking your eyes with his as you carefully loop the fabric around his wrists and attach it to the bed.

“Good?” you ask gently, gliding your fingers down his arms and digging your nails in just enough to raise goosebumps.

“Yes, please,” Jun gasps out immediately, desperate to see what you have in store for him.

First comes his skincare, patted patiently into his face product by product, a whisper of a kiss placed on each closed eyelid. Next, you unbutton his shirt and push up the legs of his shorts, coating your hands in lotion and smoothing them over his exposed skin, rubbing lightly until it’s been absorbed. Your soft hands and thorough attention could lull him into total submission, if he didn’t want to touch you so bad.

But, fuck, he does, and he reaches for you only to feel his arms jerk as the silk holds him in place, a whine leaving his throat when he realizes he won’t get to touch you all night. He didn’t even notice his dick getting hard, but it’s pushing at the waistband of his pajamas, leaking precum and pulsing in time with his heart.

Jun’s starved for you, the days of no physical contact feeling more like years, and he has no one to blame but himself.

That doesn’t mean he can’t try to get you to free him though.

Thus begins his plot to annoy you into releasing him, whines and whimpers sounding through the room, half-formed pleas bursting through his lips every few seconds, his hips bucking at every touch, no matter how far from his dick your hands are.

You, of course, know exactly what he’s doing and dismiss all of it with a roll of your eyes.

“Angel, it’s cute that you think this is how you’ll get me to untie you, but we both know it won’t work,” you sigh, pushing the sides of his shirt further off his chest and tracing a circle around each nipple, smirking as you wait for the shiver you know will come. His body wracks with it, the lightest contact from you feeling like electricity on his sensitive skin, and he falls completely silent when your hand suddenly shifts to cover his cock over his shorts.

He almost feels like he’s about to cum, his head spinning as his dick twitches under the hot pressure of your palm. You wrap your fingers around the base of it and tug, his hips immediately rising in the hopes you’ll give him more.

If he can’t touch you, he’ll just have to make do with you touching him.

And by make do, Jun means he’s going to annoy you into touching him more.

He starts up the same strategy and you seem to realize he has a different goal now, but he guesses you’ve missed him as much as he’s missed you because you lean into it, tightening your grip and pulling harder.

“What happened to my plan not working?” Jun asks, smug but breathless. He realizes instantly that he shouldn’t have said anything because your face smooths out and your hands leave him altogether. The absence of you is like a shock to his system, his heart stuttering and his breath stalling, his face screwing up as he jerks against the ties and fights to find words.

“Nonononono, baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please keep touching me,” he begs, tears welling up in his eyes and threatening to fall until you soften and return to him, soothing him with gentle fingers over his cheekbones and sweet kisses pressed to his lips. He relaxes bit by bit, his heart returning to a stable rhythm and his chest expanding with air before shrinking as he sighs into your mouth.

This is the first time he’s really kissed you all day and his eyes blur again, his throat tightening with the thought of how he pretended not to notice you leaning in for a kiss this morning. The way your face fell lingered in his head all day, text after text typed out only to be erased, the constant urge to call you successfully suppressed.

Jun thought he needed space but all he’s done is make everything worse for both himself and, consequently, you. He feels so stupid, and also like a massive dickbag, and he whines more apologies against your lips, stopping only when you tap his hip and arch your eyebrow.

Instinctively, his ass raises enough for you to tug his pajamas down and off, his dick popping up and landing heavily on his abs, precum seeping from the head with a twitch. You don’t waste any time, wrapping one hand around him and setting the other on his waist, your fingers digging in possessively.

He whimpers your name, pressing his head back into the pillow when your grip tightens and letting his eyes fall shut, weak gasps leaving his open mouth as you start to jerk him off.

“Sweetheart,” you begin, but Jun already knows what you’re going to say and forces his eyelids up, his vision focusing on you slowly. He’s glad for your rule, one of the only requirements you ever have, because it reminds him that he gets to look at you, gets to watch you, gets to experience you like this.

He always loves when you’re in charge but it’s even better now, your punishment being exactly what he needs, the perfect opportunity to shut his brain off and let you guide him. That realization makes him sink into the mattress, his whines melting into moans and his dick getting harder in your grasp.

Your thumb swipes over the head and dips into the divot, collecting precum and smearing it down to ease the glide of your hand on his cock. Your wrist rotates as you twist your palm, your soft skin dragging against his and sending shockwaves through his stomach, his balls drawing up the closer and closer he gets to the edge.

Somehow, Jun knows you won’t deny him and lets himself give in fully, the chatter in his brain quieting for once and his hips mindlessly bucking into your touch. You smile down at him indulgently, your nails leaving indents in the skin of his waist as your pace quickens, your fingers squeezing tighter every time you slide up to the head.

You’re not even trying to hold him down anymore, just pressing the pads of your fingers into his side and following the erratic movements of his hips. Eventually, you stop moving with him and let him fuck your hand, his muscles tensing with every upward thrust, unable to control the soft swears and raspy cries leaving his chest.

He’s almost there, he’s almost there, he’s almost there, he just needs a little-

“Cum, Junie, you can cum,” you breathe, your voice fractured and heavy with want, tears rising in his eyes as he watches you watch him break.

He can only keep his gaze on you for so long before his eyes roll back in his head and his back arches, his throbbing cock starting to shoot cum. Your lips wrap around the head of his dick before it can land anywhere, your cheeks sucking around him as you swallow every drop he has to offer, which is... a lot. He hasn’t cum in days, too busy pushing you away and too tense to get off on his own, and he feels like he cums for hours, his brain growing hazy and his thoughts blending together. He thinks he hears himself say please, and your name, and probably fuck, but he can’t be sure because he’s floating, drifting in space, untethered like a balloon let go too soon.

It could be minutes or days before he finds himself again, blinking awake as your fingers gently free his wrists and rub over the faint marks left behind.

“Hi, baby. How’re you feeling?” you ask softly, wiping at the tear tracks on his cheek and thumbing his pulse.

Jun pushes his lips out in a pout, waiting for you to press your mouth to his before whispering between kisses, “Good, so good, thank you, love you, I love you, missed you so much, love you,” his voice groggy and his eyes half-lidded.

He feels like he could fall back asleep but his stomach grumbles and he tilts his head over to squint at the alarm clock, disbelief flooding him when he realizes it’s only been an hour since he got home. There was no time for a lunch break today, he’d been stuck running around the office and helping people with things they should know how to do, and now that he’s thinking about it, he’s starving.

You’re a step ahead of him, of course, proudly singing, “Fifteen bean soup!” and wiggling your way off the bed as the stove timer goes off, your pajamas rumpled and your lips still glossy with his cum.

Jun’s not sure he’ll be able to move but the idea of eating dinner and then having you for dessert gives him just enough motivation to slide off the sheets and follow you to the kitchen. 

AN: i promise they actually talked about it after but i didn't feel like writing it 🫶 i haven't been able (or wanted) to write for like two weeks but i finally felt like it today thank goodness! i was scared for a second!! sooo thank you for requesting this and for being patient @huiranghaes 💖💖💖 also tagging @junhui-recs bc she’s my junie baby

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[smileysuh]

Fix You TEASER

🌙 staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. “As a member of 53V3NT33N, I have two different states of mind coded into me, aggression and admiration. To love something, to admire it, is to feel aggressive when it’s questioned, to want to control it, if even for a little while- it’s the need to consume it, endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton. Even though I’m a member of a group, there’s a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, it’s built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that need… I know you need me, the way I’ve needed you since I got here.”

tw/cw. unprotected sex with an AI robot, virgin!Mingyu, big dick!Mingyu, Mingyu's body is perfect, hand job, blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, fingering, flavored cum, praise, breast worship, switchy/submissive!Mingyu, multiple orgasms, slight overstim, AI slavery/working philosophical issues, risk of AI termination/job loss, technically this relationship isn't very worksafe, etc...

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 15.5k I collab. will be linked on tumblr posting day

🍭 aus. automaton/ai au, ai!Mingyu, robotics behavioral researcher!y/n, wellness center, future au, Promethean theory, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. i was so excited when @idyllic-ghost announced this collab in @svthub. Had a great time creating this world and working with everyone through the Discord server :) The masterlist is coming out July 15, but find the list of creators involved here and join the taglist :) also shoutout to @idyllic-ghost for being my beta reader, it really helped

It’s always kind of sad when you run a new level one automaton through their personalized wellness schedule. You’ve worked with all manner of high-class robots, from athletes to opera singers, but none of them have ever come into your program with the type of preexisting regimented day plan Mingyu has. 

You suppose it shouldn't be a shock that, as part of one of the biggest automaton boy groups in the galaxy, he’d had close to zero down time. When you show him the library and explain he should sit down in a spot of sun somewhere and read for an hour every day, at a slow pace, he looks at you like you’re crazy. 

“I don’t understand how this is supposed to help me,” he tells you, as you walk through the facility towards one of your favourite wellness locations; the pool.

“This might be an archaic example,” you explain, “but back when humanity first started making computers, laptops and such, many people would keep their computers on indefinitely. Sure they’d close the screen, but that’s not enough. You’d need to actually power down the device to keep its performance up.”

“I’m not a laptop,” Mingyu reminds you, with a flash of something like humour in his eye.

“You’re not,” you conceded, “which is why your nightly power downs aren’t enough. As an automaton, you were built to emulate being a human, but many people disregard one of the most fundamental aspects of humanity; the need for rest. Sleep and powering down isn’t enough if every waking moment is spent working or learning or practicing your trade- you have to allow for a variety of restful activities, such as reading, painting, gardening- it depends on who you are and your skillset though. For a chef, he might not gain rest from cooking because his neurons would still be firing with the intensity of someone doing their trade. Which is why, although I’ve given you physical activities such as swimming and tennis, you won’t be doing any dancing while you’re here.”

“What if I forget my moves?” 

“Something tells me the likelihood of that is very low,” you smile. 

“Okay, maybe I won’t forget my moves,” Mingyu sighs, “but I was made to dance. I was made to perform. What am I if not a level one dancer and singer?”

“There’s more to life than one’s job, however all-encompassing being a level one might be,” you explain. “I’m sure it’s very taxing on you.”

Mingyu pauses in the middle of the corridor you’re walking down, and you stop to assess him. 

“Are you alright?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he gives his head a little shake, and you’re shocked again at how human like the automaton is. “It’s just… no one has ever talked about this sort of thing with me. It’s always been work, work, work. It’s what I’m designed to do-”

“You may have been designed to be a dancer and a singer,” you nod empathetically, “but part of being alive is choosing your own destiny, as you and your bandmates all did when you escaped your facility.”

“Do you really think that?” he questions, standing very still and looking at you with a dark gaze. “That I’m alive?”

“At this point in time, artificial intelligence has progressed to the level where we’re told you’re sentient, that you can feel and think. That you’re as life-like as you’ve ever been in the history of the galaxy. You might have been created in a lab, hand-crafted and designed by some would-be God engineer, but to me, yes, Mingyu, you’re alive.”

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[izzuku]

slow your grind ──

summary── making bets with kyo means that the loser gets an embarrassing punishment whether you can take it or not.

characters ── kyo kaneko x gn reader

c/w── cockwarming, orgasm denial, slight degradation, biting, use of pet names in a mocking way (not like, a cruel way), little bit ooc since I added some role play! + Kyo being a little tease

a/n── We need more of this bitch fr. I still have to dive more into a diversity of ideas for Vtubers but for now please enjoy this fast fic of this man because he has a hold of me. Please keep in mind these are not their real personalities, all of this is fictional and it shouldn't be taken seriously!

“You better stop squirming if you don't want the whole chat to hear you, darling” the mockery tone in his voice makes your blood boil but the thrill of getting caught by thousands of viewers makes your legs shake in excitement.

“Did you say something Kyo?” you hear Ren's voice through Kyo's headset and you curse yourself while trying to hold back a low moan. You feel his hips buck forward into you, letting you ride him for a couple of seconds. You cannot move, not much since the position you're in can difficult your lover's stream.

“Oh nothin' I was just mumbling something” his laugh travels through your ears. There's not much Kyo needs to do in order to turn you on even more, he just needs to talk to you like he does to everybody else. But for you, oh, for you it's different. His harsh words and degrading remarks are enough to make you clench around him.

“Kyo your model is bugging a little bit, do you have anything blocking your view? Oh really? I don't think so. Hold up lemme get closer to the computer” he drags his chair closer to the table, getting up just a little so you can bounce down onto his cock and the sensation feels so good it has you biting his shoulder to shut up the moans.

“You're so nasty aren't you, huh..?” you can practically feel his lips next to your ear, the tip getting redder as time passes by. “You're fucking dead, you dick” you mutter under your breath, getting him to chuckle to himself.

As the stream goes by you try to roll your hips ever so often, just to get some friction. You know that part of the punishment says that you're not allowed to move but it's been almost two hours and you're getting impatient. “Please...just end the stream Kyo..I can't wait” you plead, trying to work him up with sloppy neck kisses and some grinding. Part of it worked as you saw him take a deep breath before looking at you.

“Guys I need a bathroom break, I won't take long I promise” you almost cheer aloud when he takes off his headphones and mutes the mic until you see a different smile of his. Not a genuine one, a fake one directed at you with half closed eyes. “You wanted me to help you right? Well I think I need to help myself first if you don't mind babe”. You feel his grip on your hips tightening and before you know it he's pounding into you with effort. You don't even have time to process anything before you feel his cock twitching a bit. “You break the rules, you get another punishment” his groans come along with his orgasm, shots of cum painting your insides but leaving you sore and on the edge.

And the only thing you can do is whine on his neck while you feel his cock and his cum fill you to the brim. “Good little things know how to respect the rules, you should know it by now [name]”

That's right. If you were a good little thing you'd have gotten your prize.

#izzuku #gn reader #nijisanji x gn reader #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji smut #kyo kaneko #kyo kaneko x gn reader #kyo kaneko smut

[neewtmas]

A Bouquet Of Tulips

A/N: This was fun to write! I used this request as an opportunity to write a reader that is not working for Lockwood & Co because it's rare that that is fitting, but I thought here it did and it's a nice change. This is also written from Lockwood's POV.

@ the anon who requested, I'm not sure if this was what you're looking for, but I hope you like it :) everyone enjoy &lt;3

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

wordcount: 2.2k

request: Hey, I'd like to request a lockwood x reader where they're going on their first date together and there's just loads of fluff - by anon

taglist: @maraschinomerry @marinalor @oblivious-idiot @lockwood-lover @givemea-dam-break (if you wanna be added or removed, just send an ask :))

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“One of you is going, I don’t care if you want to or not”, George said and Lucy immediately jumped up from her seat at the table, chair scraping over the floor. “I need to do - uhm… laundry. Looks like it’s your turn, Lockwood!” She didn’t wait for his response, but instead rushed over to the staircase that led to the basement. "Have fun you two", she said sweetly and gave them a wave before swiftly descending the stairs.

Lockwood ran his fingers through his hair, groaning. "Last time she did the laundry she dyed all my shirts pink because she threw in some red socks! She shouldn't even be allowed near the washing machine. Why can't she go with you?"

George shrugged, entirely unfazed by Lockwood's desperation. "Get in a fistfight over who's going for all I care. But not now, we're leaving in ten minutes."

Begrudgingly, Lockwood followed George out the door a few minutes later. Their walk to the archives was quiet, mostly because Lockwood was still sulking over the fact that Lucy got to stay back with the excuse of doing laundry - which she was not going to do, he was sure of it.

The sky was a monotonous grey, and together with the chilly breeze that whirled dried-up leaves over the concrete sidewalk, it did nothing to raise Lockwood's mood.

They entered the building together, and immediately the hushed atmosphere weighed on Lockwood like a heavy blanket around his shoulders. Contrary to George, who was in his element here, Lockwood was glad about every minute he did not have to spend in the library.

He noticed a little stain on the sleeve of his coat and tried to scratch it off while following George as he walked through the foyer, not paying any attention to his surroundings. A voice called George's name and Lockwood looked up to see him waving to someone. As he followed George's gaze he spotted a girl sitting behind the front desk, waving as well. As her eyes met his, her smile widened briefly before she returned her focus to the computer screen beside her.

Lockwood stood for a moment, staring at her as she scrunched her eyebrows in focus, leaning closer to the screen when he heard George call his name. He was already at the foot of the stairs, motioning him towards him impatiently and Lockwood hurried through the foyer after throwing one last glance in the girls' direction.

The rest of the afternoon George sent him back and forth through the long aisles between the bookshelves with a piece of paper on which he had scribbled different book titles and instructions on how to find them. Sometimes, those instructions would lead him past the area from where a glance down into the foyer was possible, and every time he walked past, he would try and catch a glimpse of the girl sitting at the desk below.

After George decided they had gathered sufficient information, they packed up, Lockwood now in a much better mood than a few hours ago. He almost skipped down the stairs towards the foyer, but his mood immediately got a damper when they walked past the front desk and instead of the girl, the seat was now occupied by an elderly man. He had grey hair and wore gigantic glasses, and just like the girl, he greeted George by name and with a kind smile.

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"You seem to know the people at the front desk pretty well", Lockwood said as they walked down the sidewalk a few minutes later. George shrugged. "I mean, I come here often. You're bound to get talking at one point. The guy in there just now is really into discussing The Problem's history, we've been talking a lot."

"Sounds great. And the girl?", Lockwood asked, not interested in George's conversation about ghosts with a man who probably wasn't that far from turning into a ghost himself.

"Oh, that's (name). She's nice. Sometimes, when she's on her lunch break, she helps me with research for our cases."

"Oh." Lockwood grimaced. He didn't expect George to be that close to her. "You never told us about her."

George raised his eyebrows. "What is there to tell?"

"I don't know? Maybe that you got a secret girlfriend at the archives that helps you with your research?" The words came out much sharper than he intended, and George immediately stopped walking. "What?"

"I said what I said." Lockwood turned around, crossing his arms defensively. He knew he was acting ridiculous, but for whatever reason the thought of George and (name) leaning over some dusty old book together made him furious.

"What is your problem, Lockwood?", George asked, raising his hands defensively.

Lockwood just turned around wordlessly and continued down the street, not looking to see if George was following him.

Just a few seconds later George was next to him again, slowing down his run to match Lockwood’s speed.

“I might remember her telling me she’s single. You could ask her out”, he said innocently, looking straight ahead and trying to suppress his smirk when Lockwood whipped his head to look at him. “What?”

“I said what I said.”

Lockwood huffed and sped up, hands buried in the pockets of his coat.

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Lockwood was quieter than usual during dinner, not really paying attention to the conversation between Lucy and George and instead absentmindedly ripping up his piece of bread.

"Oh, and you know (name), right?" George said in between spoonfuls of soup.

"Yeah, what's with her? She had a shift today, didn't she?", Lucy replied.

Lockwood looked up immediately. "You know her too?"

Lucy chuckled. "Of course. She sometimes helps us with research on cases."

Lockwood looked back and forth between the two of them, and George had to bite back a laugh at his expression.

"Lockwood's got a crush", he said under his breath, and Lucy turned to Lockwood, wide-eyed. "On (name)?"

"No!"

"Oh please, if I hadn't called you you'd still be standing in the foyer, staring at her. And don't think I missed your disappointment when it was Stanley behind the desk instead of her when we left."

"What? No, I -" Lockwood sputtered and now Lucy was chuckling as well.

"Maybe you should ask her out. But better hurry, or else I might do it first."

"You?!"

Lucy didn't answer immediately and instead examined her nails that she had painted blue that afternoon before shrugging. "Why not? She's really cute. I'm sure you agree."

"You're the worst", Lockwood grumbled as George couldn't hold his laughter in any longer.

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The next few days George and Lucy were teasing Lockwood incessantly, and while it was annoying, he couldn't deny that he might actually have a crush on (name). Which was ridiculous, because he never even talked to the girl. For all he knew, she could be the worst person to ever walk this planet. Then again, George and Lucy only had nice things to say about her, so that was unlikely. And the way she had smiled at him…

It didn't take long for him to decide that he had to do something about it. But it had to happen without his two friends knowing because he didn't need them to make fun of him if she rejected him. Which was likely, since she probably was into well-read guys, someone more like George.

The next day, after an early lunch and confirming that neither George nor Lucy would be at the archives today, he put on his coat and left the house as quietly as possible. On the way to the archives, he passed a small flower shop that he never really noticed before, and he had already almost walked past it when he reconsidered and turned around.

The sweet smell of freshly cut flowers was overwhelming as he pushed open the door, a little bell chiming above him. The shop was even smaller than it looked from the outside, and it was packed with all sorts of flowers and plants. No one was behind the counter, but then he heard rustling and footsteps and from behind a curtain, a woman emerged. Her face lit up with a smile as she saw him.

"How can I help you, dear?", she asked.

"I'm going on a date", Lockwood began but quickly corrected himself. "Or rather, I'd like to go on a date. I thought I could bring her some flowers."

The woman clapped her hands together. "How lovely! More men should think like you." She walked around the counter over to a large and colourful display of all different kinds of flowers. "You know, my husband brought me flowers on our first date as well. What flowers does your girl like?"

"Uhm… I don't know." Lockwood felt like a fool. Should he have prepared better? Maybe he should have talked to her first. Maybe it was a little weird to come onto her like that without ever saying a single word to her.

The woman didn't seem to mind and after a moment, she pulled out a bouquet of tulips in all different colours.

"How about these? Chances are her favourite colour is somewhere in there."

Lockwood didn't have anything to say against that, so a few minutes later he left the shop with the tulips in hand.

The remaining few minutes to his destination he felt uneasy. He wasn't so sure anymore if this was a good idea. But there was no going back now. Before entering, he checked his hair in the reflection of the glass door and made sure his coat was neat before gripping the flowers tightly and stepping inside.

Y/N sat behind the desk, typing away at her computer. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her, and only then did he realise that he hadn't known if she would even be here today. Maybe that meant it was his lucky day. He took a deep breath and straightened up.

He walked up to the desk and suddenly forgot what he wanted to say. She looked up from the screen, a polite smile on her face. "Hello, how can I - Oh, hey!" Her expression changed into one of genuine joy, and Lockwood thought he might faint.

"Hey", he choked out, cursing himself. He always knew what to say, how to charm himself in and out of every possible situation. How was it that the one time he needed his brain to work, it didn't?

"I'm Lockwood."

Her smile widened. "I know. George told me you might come by."

He felt the tips of his ears get hot. God damn it, George.

"What brings you here?", she asked, and without thinking, Lockwood pulled out the flowers from behind him and held them out to her.

"These are for you."

She gasped, and her hand flew to cover her mouth. "For me?" She reached out to take them from him, her fingers brushing over his. She buried her nose in the bouquet, taking in the scent with closed eyes. Lockwood did not take his eyes off her.

"These are so pretty", she finally said, a cute pink blush on her cheeks. "Thank you so much, no one has ever given me flowers", she added timidly.

Lockwood had the urge to tell her how this was a disgrace and how he would give her flowers every day if she wanted, but he held himself back.

She tucked a stray curl of hair behind her ear and Lockwood watched her, wishing it was him doing that. "I'm about to take my lunch break in the park", she said. "Do you maybe wanna join me?"

"Yes", he said immediately.

He waited a few minutes for her to finish her work before they left the building together, and walked to the park.

The conversation was flowing easily, and Lockwood's nervousness dissipated soon. Talking to (name) felt natural and like they had known each other for ages. Every time she laughed at one of his jokes, he couldn't help but smile as well, his heart doing somersaults in his chest.

They sat down in the park beneath the shade of a tree, leaned against its trunk, and (namr) pulled out a box from her bag. "I packed strawberries this morning. We can share?"

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, eating strawberries.

"I saw you a few times with George", (name) suddenly said. "I wanted to talk to you but you always seemed to rather be anywhere else." She smiled shyly at him. "It's almost a little funny how you were so eager to leave every single time."

Lockwood ran his hand through his hair. "I like it more to be in the field, you know? Facing the threats head-on. The library isn't exactly my favourite place to be - though that might have changed today."

He watched as she blushed brightly and averted her eyes. "You're messing with me", she mumbled, but he could tell that she was trying to hide a smile.

"I would never", he chuckled, and she smiled at him before leaning her head against his shoulder. Her hand was resting on her leg, and without thinking, Lockwood moved his hand over hers. For a moment he feared she'd pull away, but she didn't and instead intertwined their fingers.

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[armpirate]

I hate how bad I want you (Part 3) || San

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

pairing: CEO!Choi San x fem!reader || Boss x employee

w.c.: 5.2k

Warnings: Smut, switch!San x switch!reader, male masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), teasing, unprotected sex, name calling, dirty talk, rough sex, multiple orgasms, creampie. If you're a minor, refrain from reading it. Also, if you don't like this content, just keep scrolling.

Summary: You didn't think that one time thing with your boss would mark you as hard, but it did. To the point that it got you craving for more every time you saw him in the office. At least, until you got it.

It had been three weeks since that night. And while you thought you'd be able to shrug it off and get over it, the truth was that you thought about it more than what you'd have liked to admit. But unlike you, San seemed to be on a completely different page.

He suddenly went from calling you every single time, with any excuse about meetings and projects, to avoiding you as much as possible. There were no reminders needed from you, no presentations preparations either. You were back at doing exactly what his father had you doing when he hired you. You were back at your calm position and daily tasks. Mistakes also decreased -he went from fucking it up once or twice a day, to go a full week without messing it up. All his work was perfect and stable, to the point that you'd overhear his father constantly praising his son. You remembered that once he even approached you, thinking you were behind the big change. And maybe you were.

Along with his attitude, he also set some limits, starting from the opened door that always allowed him to take quick glances at you whenever he lifted his eyes from the computer.

But if there was something more confusing than San's change, it was your thoughts. You should've felt relaxed and relieved. Instead, you were annoyed and anxious about it. Did you really offend him to the point of him totally ignoring you? Did you actually screw any kind of chance at repeating what happened?

And every single time that thought crossed your mind, you scolded yourself for it. You didn't want it to happen again, you shouldn't want it to happen again. You didn't want it again. Yet every day you'd go to work, hoping he'd leave the door open and you'd hear from him and his excuses.

You for sure loved having a hard time. There was no other explanation.

For the first time since you got there that morning, you got distracted from your own thoughts when you heard his voice. San looked radiant when you dared to look at him, with a fit that you weren't sure you had seen before. Or maybe you did, and you just tried to excuse yourself from keeping your eyes on him for so long. Just like he usually did after that night, he nodded at you, and muttered a cordial "Good morning", before he entered his office. Door closed, as something he got used to doing.

You pressed your lips together, gaze dropping to your keyboard as you tried to convince yourself you weren't bothered about it at all. You didn't like San. You actually hated the fact that you were weak enough to agree with that intercourse you two had. You were actually thankful he started to ignore you and made your work life a bit easier.

While you typed on the computer, answering to some of the clients' mails that were sent overnight, or earlier in the morning, you found some peace in your mind. Although it didn't last long, your thoughts went back to him as soon as he sent you a chat, confirming whether his schedule was free for the day or not.

Why did he suddenly change after that night? Nobody changes as fast, at least not without a proper reason.

You started to get annoyed at yourself. Before, it was San the one who got on your nerves, but now it was you, bringing him up every single time for no reason at all.

Your rant at yourself was stopped by a female voice. Looking up, you found a gorgeous tall woman who looked down at you with crossed arms, and an impatient expression.

"Can I help you?" a fake smile was soon drawn on your face.

"I'm here to see San" she mentioned, as if that were obvious.

Just a few minutes ago, you confirmed to him he had no schedules for the day. So you just acted as you were instructed when you first joined the company. "You should make an appointment first" trying to sound as calm and respectful as possible, you invited her to schedule a meeting.

The brunette just scoffed, moving her eyes away before they were back on you.

"An appointment" she muttered under her breath. "Do you know who I am?"

"Someone who doesn't have an appointment with Mr. Choi" you answered with a smile.

It seemed like the tone you used, and the way you seemed to be mocking her, didn't help to calm down the situation and it only annoyed her more, because she was about to throw a big tantrum. And she probably would have if San hadn't exited his office, probably confused by the screams that were coming from your desk.

"Doyun, I thought you wouldn't be able to make it" he greeted her.

Guided by San himself towards his office, she looked at you over her shoulder, throwing an annoying smile that you for sure would have loved to erase with a fast slap; while the person you hoped would actually pay attention to you, just completely ignored you while walking behind her, although this time he didn't close the door.

It was as if he had wanted you to witness what was going on inside there, but you could only feel the sensation of your blood boiling at every smile she aimed at him, or how she closed her legs and waved her proud when her blue dress lifted a bit higher than her middle thigh. At some point, you could even see her tapping her fingers playfully over his desk, before she bent her body onwards while laughing hysterically.

Whatever he said, you were sure it wasn't that funny.

Almost two hours later, you realized you were right when you chose to take your break earlier while she was there, sure that the brunette would be gone when you were back. And, maybe, if you were lucky enough, both of them would be gone. Although that thought didn't sit well with you for some reason.

Before you were even able to leave your bag on your chair, you heard your name being pronounced in an authoritarian voice you had never heard from him. Looking up, you saw him looking at you, with one hand supporting his head while the other was hanging in the air, two fingers motioning you to get to his office.

"Close the door" he demanded.

Confused, you closed your door behind you. It became a habit for the past three weeks, but he still kept it open today. It would have been better if you hadn't assumed shit.

"What's wrong?" both of your hands were intertwined in front of you.

"I don't think you asked for permission to take a break earlier" his jaw was twisted after that comment, while his eyes pierced through your body intensely.

"It didn't seem like you needed me here anyways" you answered back, trying to absorb some of his energy.

"What if a customer had called?" San lifted his eyebrow "What if something urgent had come up while you were gone?" he sighed. "What should I have done then? Cover your ass? Saying that the person in charge of that task went to her break earlier than usual, because she was bored?".

You hated to admit that he was right. His father already warned you about the long breaks. You weren't monitored every time you went to the bathroom, but you had a fixed schedule that marked your lunch break, and two other shorter breaks -one in the morning, and the other one in the afternoon. The fact that you omitted that just because you were annoyed bothered you more than him. Especially now that you were being called out.

"Sorry" you lowered your gaze, staring at the shiny tips of your stilettos.

"You better be" he muttered.

"You were too busy anyways. I didn't want to interrupt you".

And there was the final comment that he was waiting for. While talking with Doyun, his eyes were all the time on you. San was able to tell the way you were trying to read through every single one of her movements, and how you were getting annoyed at every giggle -by the way your jaw clenched and your lips were pressed together. He'd be lying to himself if he had said he didn't keep the door open on purpose.

He had known Doyun for years. She was the type of customer that thought she could get away with anything, and that would also throw herself on him at the minimum chance -as she usually did whenever they met.

He had been trying hard to step back and control himself. He took the first step the first time, and now it was your turn. Although it was taking you longer than he hoped it would. With every new day, he'd add a new barrier that would set him further -hopeful that it would work. But instead, you seemed to be okay with it all.

At least until today.

"What's with the tone?" he tilted his head.

"Nothing" you shrugged. "You just seemed to be too entertained to be interrupted".

"You seemed bothered by it"

"Not at all" you finished "Although it'd be great if, next time, you close the door or take that kind of meeting somewhere else. It kept distracting everyone in the office".

"It seems like you were the only one distracted though" he snapped back.

There was no reply from your side. At least nothing else than just an annoyed huff, before you turned on your heels and left the office before you could be aware of his smirk.

Ever since that day, something in his attitude shifted again, although not back to the bad days. It was like a mix, actually. He'd leave the door of his office open, just like before, making sure you're aware he was staring at you. And if you weren't, he'd try to get your attention by sending you a private message, which always led to you looking up and meeting with his wild gaze. And San would also use that same tactic during the meetings, making it hard for you to take notes as his eyes looked into your soul. You could tell he was paying no attention to anything that was being said at that moment, and would only know after he read your notes.

It got serious that morning though, when you found each other -almost locked- inside the storage closet. It was narrow, enough for your bodies to rub against each other if you both thought you had to walk next to each other, but long enough to keep a safe distance until that time came.

Someone from the Marketing team asked you to get some files for them as a favor, because you usually were the one who kept that place neat and tidy -and in that moment you were thankful for them. But you didn't know why San was there, and it wasn't like you cared either.

"Did you follow me here?" you stepped towards him, aiming to the door. But also aware that you'd be trapped in between his body and the shelf a few steps onwards.

"Nope" with both of his hands inside his slacks, he walked towards you.

You didn't stop on your tracks when you realized he was getting closer, it was as if you were craving his warmth somehow -even with that simple proximity. Trying to get as much free space for each other as possible, you stuck your back to the shelf, and he did the same -with the slight difference that he was closer to your body than the wall behind him. The heart beating on your chest raced fast when you were face to face, and he lifted his arm, blocking your way out.

San was giving you that intense look again, that made your knees go weak for him. You could swear he was bending over slowly, and you were sure he was going to kiss you when his warm breath caressed your lips -instantly having you parting them, to receive everything he was going to give you. But he moved to your ear instead, letting you feel his sided smile when he said "Get back to work".

Confused. You were confused when he stepped back, taking a yellow file, before he made his way towards the exit. You couldn't see his face, but just the way he was walking got you convinced he knew perfectly what he did.

He was tempting you, putting you over the edge every day. And even if you didn't want to admit it, you were down for it. You were done avoiding him, and playing cool as if you weren't excited every time you got to work, with just the idea of seeing him eventually.

You wanted him, and you hated it.

"I hope to see you tonight" he randomly mentioned, before he actually left.

You gulped at the remaining liquid in your glass, looking around as you tried to come up with an excuse. You thought there was nothing worse than a company dinner, but there was. And it was a company dinner sitting across Choi San, with his eyes digging into you as you gave up on trying to resist it, feeling naked under his gaze -but also loving the sensation of being looked at that way by him.

San got you so deep in his spiral that you completely forgot Marshall was there, sitting right next to you.

It was 2 am when you all decided to finish the night, you agreed with the few that came up with the idea of going back home, while Marshall tried to make a move on you by offering a ride back to your place. Few months ago, that'd have been perfect, but after your date -and after your little problem with San-, you were thinking hard to come up with an excuse.

"Can you stay for a short while?" hearing that voice seemed like you heard trumpets sighting the victory. "I need to discuss something with you".

"I'll see you on Monday, then" Marshall told you. The disappointment in his voice was quite obvious, and you could also tell with his body language as he walked away.

A few seconds of silence surrounded you two, before he spoke again. "You should be honest with him".

You turned to him, confused at his comment while he just kept looking at you.

"It's quite obvious you aren't into him, you should tell him" he shrugged, speaking before you were able to.

"How do you know I'm not into him?" you dared him.

With that question, he stepped closer to you, making you step back unconsciously "Because I've seen how you react when you're into someone" San whispered, bending over you before he stood straight again.

He didn't say anything else, nor allowed you to reply back at him before he was walking towards the main door. Standing next to him, you realized how you'd be able to look at him for hours if you could, admiring how the purple lights from the pub reflected on his skin, lost in the shadows that were formed by his sharp features.

In the cab, you both were silent after he told the driver your address. It wasn't like your house was close from there, which prepared you for a long drive there. You kept thinking about his words when you could only hear the engine of the car, and the understandable voices that came from the radio.

"I'm not into you" you said out loud, driving his attention back to you. "I despise you, actually".

Were you trying to convince him, or were you trying to convince yourself? It seemed like you were trying to find a reason as to why your body responded the way it did to his touch, or his looks; and contempt wasn't it. You knew it, San knew it. But you were stubborn as hell to admit it.

"I guess that's the only explanation, yes" he nodded, turning his body to you. "I bet you disliked my guts three weeks ago" his head was tilted, as he bent over you a bit, "And you must've hated me with your whole soul when your eyes went blank after I kept pounding my cock into you" he whispered that into your ear.

The imminent throb in your clit, and your automatic reaction by pressing your thighs together didn't go unnoticed by San, who smirked when he got the reaction he expected. You were only encouraging him to keep talking. "And you must detest me awfully right now" hooking two of his fingers on your chin, he drew your eyes into his.

The fast beating of your heart made you go dizzy, losing touch with reality as you reacted before you could think about it better, moving to his lips as if a kiss would be enough to calm you down. But San wasn't going to give you that. And even less that easily. He moved his head back, with his lips curving as he pinched your chin. You heard him asking for a change in the address the cab driver would drop you at. You didn't recognize that one, but it wasn't like you cared either. Your attention and focus was still on how warm his hand felt on your thigh, as his thumb played circles on your skin.

Suddenly, the cab stopped in front of a fancy building. You could recognize the area when San opened the door of the cab for you, and helped you on your way out. Of course the son of the CEO would live in one of the most expensive areas in the city.

"What?" he asked with a smile.

"You're too confident" you crossed your arms over your chest.

"You didn't say anything back in the car when I changed the address" he mocked at you. "I think I have every reason to feel confident". With both hands in his pockets, he took a step towards you "I could always give you a drive back home, right now".

And missing the chance after getting there? You were one proud bitch, but not dumb. You wanted this. You've been trying to get his attention ever since you dragged him out of your house, and he was finally giving you what you were too stubborn to admit.

Silence was your best answer, making him smirk when your lips were pressed together and your eyes were shifted into looking at nothing in the distance. Until a sudden touch, and the feeling of his thick fingers intertwined with yours made you watch on your steps as you made your way inside the building. The closed space of the elevator, and him being the only person you could set your attention on, was doing things with your head.

Fuck, at that point, you'd be fine with a kiss. That was how pathetic you became in less than thirty minutes.

His hand left yours, before his body caged you in between the cold metallic wall and him, both hands on each side of your head, while his lips kept getting closer to yours.

"Maybe you should say the magic words before trying anything" you whispered.

You were desperate, but that didn't mean you didn't want to hear how bad he wanted you, playing with him the same way he played with you on the first night.

"Baby, don't play hard to get" he sounded tired, and you could tell he wanted that as bad as you when he pressed his semi hard-on against your belly.

"Hmm" your fingers moved down his chest and abs, feeling the soft fabric of his black shirt, as you moved past the edge of his slacks. "Just say it" you whispered, pressing your palm against his growing bulge.

Your lips moved dangerously over his marked jaw, spreading soft kisses all over his skin and lowering down his neck as your hands started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. You moved up again, tracing the curve of his ear with the tip of your tongue, witnessing how his big body reacted to your touch by squirming and gasping "If you're good and say it...".

"Y/n, I want to fuck you" he finally admitted, fist tightening due to the tease you were putting him through. "You have no fucking idea how bad I want you. So unless you want to see it through actions" he grabbed you by the neck, forcing your eyes into his ", you better stop messing around".

San knew those words didn't scare you, and they didn't mean he'd be in control of the situation either. Your smirk was quite telling, despite you being the one trapped in his hand. He loved that expression on you, but he also was dying to erase it. It wasn't fair he was the one begging you, not that time.

Pulling you for a kiss, he demanded all your senses to wrap around him. There was no one and nothing else. And he made sure of that. His hands were wrapped around you, as he pulled you into his body while his tongue explored your mouth with complete freedom. You both were as messy and desperate, while you tried your best to make your way to his apartment when the lift stopped.

"I want you so bad" you finally said, sucking his lips again with your fingers digging through his short locks.

"Do you?" he squeezed your ass over the dress, making you gasp through the kiss. "Are you going to show me how much you want me? Let me know how bad you want my cock".

You didn't need him to encourage you much more. You already had the images fixed in your brain back in the elevator, and you were dying to make them real. Hooking his plump lower lip in between your teeth, you finally broke the kiss.

His eyes were fierce when he looked at you, lips parted and swollen while he waited for you to show with actions what you wanted from him. You fell to your knees, seeing his -already- unzipped slacks, and only moved your hands down to slide the fabric of his pants and underwear until they were tangled around his ankles. His cock jumped free almost instantly, standing hard and tempting in front of your face. His dark pink tip, humid with his own precum, got you salivating.

You wouldn't ever admit it in front of anyone, and even less in front of him, but the amount of times you thought about it while touching yourself after that night was crazy. That's why you didn't hold back when you finally had it again, moving your flat tongue from the base to the tip slowly, enjoying the taste of his skin mixed with the salty flavor of his precum. San huffed in pleasure when your tongue kept rolling in circles around that sensitive area, throwing his head back when your lips finally enclosed around it.

His hand felt abrasive on your neck as he pushed you deeper, encouraging you to take more of his cock. But you were never good at doing what others wanted, so you moved back. You let go of his cock, although your lips were still rubbing against his tip while your hand worked on him up and down slowly. San swore you'd be the death of him when he looked down and met with your playful gaze and vicious smirk. He was exactly where you wanted him to be.

"Let me see what that pretty face looks like while it's stuffed with my cock" he asked with his raspy voice, covering your fingers with his hand while guiding his dick through your lips again.

Could be it was the way he asked, or how you were so horny for him that you'd have done anything he'd asked you without giving it a second thought. But you did as you were told, moving your lips through his cock while looking up to him, your pussy throbbing painfully with every centimeter you took inside your mouth. You liked the feeling, but it was uncomfortable feeling the pool of your panties drenching them with every bow of your head, and you reached a point where you didn't know how to place your thighs so the clenching of your pussy could calm down. San was aware of it. But he was so into his own pleasure that he chose to ignore it for a few more minutes, until one of your moans vibrated through him while you were still sucking him off.

Your mouth was left open and empty when he moved your head back, moving his thumb over your chin to clean the mess of your spit and cutting the thin links of saliva that kept you connected to him, before he forced you to stand again.

Both of you were eager, desperate, and didn't care about the way your clothes would look after. Rolling your tight dress up, and sliding down your black thong, he gasped at the sight of your rounded ass and your pussy covered in your own juices. Your body jumped at the first touch of his fingers on your core, collecting your wetness to spread it all over his already lubed tip.

With a hand on your hip and another redirecting him to your entrance, he slowly thrusted his tip into you. That hand moved fast from his own dick to your neck, correcting your posture so your back would be completely arched as he moved into you slowly until your ass met with his pelvis. A moan slipped from your lips when his length stretched you out, making you almost thank him for it.

It'd be a quickie. A quick fuck. As soon as you two came, you'd be seeing the door and going back to your place to reconsider all of your decisions. That was what you thought when guilt hit the back of your brain as he pounded into you, and made your pelvis hit constantly against the backrest of his couch.

But that wasn't what happened.

Clothes were long gone, and you two moved from his living room to his big king-size bed in his bedroom after your second orgasm. You kept reminding yourself you had to go, but your body didn't belong to you anymore. You got addicted to the feeling of his cock rubbing against every single spot inside of you, and the pain of your back arched from pleasure when he teased your clit.

San kept your legs spread wide, each hand locked around your knees after you made several attempts to close them when you were close to your high a few minutes ago.

His olive skin tone was covered with a thin coat of sweat, that remarked all of his muscles even more. He looked focused on pleasuring you, with his hooded eyes fixed on the spot that kept you linked together, completely unbothered by the way his bangs stuck to his forehead or sometimes got over his eyes even.

You were surprised by your own loud moans, that kept sounding over his groans and the clap sound of your bodies with each one of his thrusts- and that sounded even more powerful when you joined his moves, grinding against him as you tried to feel him deeper. That made San smile satisfied, rewarding you with a spank on your thigh that blocked all of your senses for a short second.

Lifting your leg, he kissed your ankle and bit on your heel, making your back arch and your pussy clench around him tight. He was sexy, he was good at sex, and he fucking knew it. He knew that visual would have you whimpering and being all needy over the edge.

That's why when you pulled him into you, with your fingers denting on his cheeks before kissing him, he curved his lips maliciously. San broke the kiss unexpectedly, but kept your tongues linked together. The sound of your desperate moans, while getting a taste of you, rolling his tongue around yours, was one of the best feelings ever, placed second after the feeling of your pussy tightening with each thrust he made. He was sure you were made to take him just like that.

Sex with him made you feel dirty, but also so wanted that it was hard to handle.

His hips kept the same pace, breaking into you, fucking you against the matress while his hands and lips were treasuring you like you were the most precious thing he was devoted to.

"I'm going to fill you until it drips" he warned you ", going to keep you full until the next time we fuck again" he whined, stopping deep inside you while his pubes rubbed against your sensitive clit. "How does that sound?".

Licking the drop of spit that rolled down his cheek after the last time you kissed, you rubbed against him "You better not take long to do it again".

"That's one fucking good answer, babe".

Buckling his hips again, you were shown how right you were with your answer. His moves were so fast, he gave you no time to feel empty. Every time his tip was about to leave you, he thrusted back in fast while one of his hands sneaked in between your bodies to rub your clit in circles, the other hand pulling your hair from the top to keep you glued to the mattress.

That warm and ticklish feeling in your stomach started to build up after a few more rubs and thrusts, and you could feel it all over your face when you were unable to close your lips and your moans started getting louder -if that was even possible. You even started to beg, as if San would snatch your high from you at that moment. But it only made him move faster, holding onto you as if you were the only thing that could keep him sane in that moment.

Both of your moans mixed together when you got to your high. You did first, squeezing him so tight that was unable to hold it in for longer, before you felt his warm seed filling you and dripping out of you when he moved his hips back.

San was lying on top of you, trying to recompose from his own orgasm, as he covered your body carefully while his hands traced invisible lines all over your curves. Instinctively, you did the same, moving your fingers all over his sweaty lower back until you felt him move. His lips captured yours, but in a more relaxed and slow kiss.

"You better not leave and spend the night here" he whispered "If not, I'll take it as you don't want to repeat this".

But you didn't leave. You stayed, after he cleaned you up and looked after you, after he gave you a spot in his bed next to him.

At the end of the day, you didn't hate him. You liked the way he made you feel, and how intense all those sensations were. You guessed you just hated how bad you wanted him, ever since he stepped inside the office that first day as your boss.

#ff #smut #one shot #reader insert #san #choi san #san smut #ateez #choisanxreader #sanxreader #armpirate

[maryellencarter]

YouTube Downloads through VLC: Step by Step

So this guide to easily downloading off YouTube is super helpful, but there's enough important information hidden in the reblogs that (with the permission of OP @queriesntheories ) I'm doing a more step-by-step version.

Please note: these downloads will be in YouTube quality. My test video download is coming through at 360p, even though the video I'm starting from is set to 720p. They're legible, but they won't look great on a TV. For high visual quality, you'll want to seek out other methods.

This guide is written for Windows 10, since that's what I can test on. It's been tested on Firefox, Chrome, and Edge (which is a Chromium browser, so the method should work in other Chromium browsers too). So far, I haven't tracked down a way to use this download method on mobile.

BASIC KNOWLEDGE:

I'll try to make this pretty beginner-friendly, but I am going to assume that you know how to right-click, double-click, navigate right-click menus, click-and-drag, use keyboard shortcuts that are given to you (for example, how to use Ctrl+A), and get the URL for any YouTube video you want to download.

You'll also need to download and install one or more programs off the internet using .exe files, if you don't have these programs already. Please make sure you know how to use your firewall and antivirus to keep your computer safe, and google any names you don't recognize before allowing permission for each file. You can also hover your mouse over each link in this post to make sure it goes where I'm saying it will go.

YOU WILL NEED:

A computer where you have admin permissions. This is usually a computer you own or have the main login on. Sadly, a shared computer like the ones at universities and libraries will not work for this.

Enough space on your computer to install the programs listed below, if you don't have them already, and some space to save your downloaded files to. The files are pretty small because of the low video quality.

A simple text editing program. Notepad is the one that usually comes with Windows. If it lets you change fonts, it's too fancy. A notepad designed specifically to edit program code without messing it up is Notepad++, which you can download here.

A web browser. I use Firefox, which you can get here. Chrome or other Chrome-based browsers should also work. I haven't tested in Safari.

An Internet connection fast enough to load YouTube. A little buffering is fine. The downloads will happen much faster than streaming the entire video, unless your internet is very slow.

VLC Media Player, which you can get here. It's a free player for music and videos, available on Windows, Android, and iOS, and it can play almost any format of video or audio file that exists. We'll be using it for one of the central steps in this process.

If you want just the audio from a YouTube video, you'll need to download the video and then use a different program to copy the audio into its own file. At the end of this post, I'll have instructions for that, using a free sound editor called Audacity.

SETUP TO DOWNLOAD:

The first time you do this, you'll need to set VLC up so it can do what you want. This is where we need Notepad and admin permissions. You shouldn't need to repeat this process unless you're reinstalling VLC.

If VLC is open, close it.

In your computer's file system (File Explorer on Windows), go to C:\Program Files\VideoLAN\VLC\lua\playlist

If you're not familiar with File Explorer, you'll start by clicking where the left side shows (C:). Then in the big main window, you'll double-click each folder that you see in the file path, in order - so in this case, when you're in C: you need to look for Program Files. (There will be two of them. You want the one without the x86 at the end.) Then inside Program Files you're looking for VideoLAN, and so forth through the whole path.

Once you're inside the "playlist" folder, you'll see a lot of files ending in .luac - they're in alphabetical order. The one you want to edit is youtube.luac which is probably at the bottom.

You can't edit youtube.luac while it's in this folder. Click and drag it out of the playlist folder to somewhere else you can find it - your desktop, for instance. Your computer will ask for admin permission to move the file. Click the "Continue" button with the blue and yellow shield.

Now that the file is moved, double-click on it. The Microsoft Store will want you to search for a program to open the .luac file type with. Don't go to the Microsoft Store, just click on the blue "More apps" below that option, and you'll get a list that should include your notepad program. Click on it and click OK.

The file that opens up will be absolutely full of gibberish-looking code. That's fine. Use Ctrl+A to select everything inside the file, then Backspace or Delete to delete it. Don't close the file yet.

In your web browser, go to https://github.com/videolan/vlc/blob/master/share/lua/playlist/youtube.lua

Click in the part of the Github page that has a bunch of mostly blue code in it. Use Ctrl+A to select all of that code, Ctrl+C to copy it, then come back into your empty youtube.luac file and use Ctrl+P to paste the whole chunk of code into the file.

Save the youtube.luac file (Ctrl+S or File > Save in the upper left corner of the notepad program), then close the notepad program.

Drag youtube.luac back into the folder it came from. The computer will ask for admin permission again. Give it permission.

Now you can close Github and Notepad. You're ready to start downloading!

HOW TO DOWNLOAD:

First, get your YouTube link. It should look something like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abc123DEF45 If it's longer, you can delete any extra stuff after that first set of letters and numbers, but you don't have to.

Now open VLC. Go to Media > Open Network Stream and paste your YouTube link into the box that comes up. Click Play. Wait until the video starts to play, then you can pause it if you want so it's not distracting you during the next part.

(If nothing happens, you probably forgot to put youtube.luac back. coughs)

In VLC, go to Tools > Codec Information. At the bottom of the pop-up box you'll see a long string of gibberish in a box labeled Location. Click in the Location box. It won't look like it clicked properly, but when you press Ctrl+A, it should select all. Use Ctrl+C to copy it.

In your web browser, paste the entire string of gibberish and hit Enter. Your same YouTube video should come up, but without any of the YouTube interface around it. This is where the video actually lives on YouTube's servers. YouTube really, really doesn't like to show this address to humans, which is why we needed VLC to be like "hi I'm just a little video player" and get it for us.

Because, if you're looking at the place where the video actually lives, you can just right-click-download it, and YouTube can't stop you.

Right-click on your video. Choose "Save Video As". Choose where to save it to - I use my computer's built-in Music or Videos folders.

Give it a name other than "videoplayback" so you can tell it apart from your other downloads.

The "Save As Type" dropdown under the Name field will probably default to MP4. This is a good versatile video format that most video players can read. If you need a different format, you can convert the download later. (That's a whole other post topic.)

Click Save, and your video will start downloading! It may take a few minutes to fully download, depending on your video length and internet speed. Once the download finishes, congratulations! You have successfully downloaded a YouTube video!

If you'd like to convert your video into a (usually smaller) audio file, so you can put it on a music player, it's time to install and set up Audacity.

INSTALLING AUDACITY (first time setup for audio file conversion):

You can get Audacity here. If you're following along on Windows 10, choose the "64-bit installer (recommended)". Run the installer, but don't open Audacity at the end, or if it does open, close it again.

On that same Audacity download page, scroll down past the installers to the "Additional resources". You'll see a box with a "Link to FFmpeg library". This is where you'll get the add-on program that will let Audacity open your downloaded YouTube video, so you can tell it to make an audio-only file. The link will take you to this page on the Audacity support wiki, which will always have the most up-to-date information on how to install the file you need here.

From that wiki page, follow the link to the actual FFmpeg library. If you're not using an adblocker, be careful not to click on any of the ads showing you download buttons. The link you want is bold blue text under "FFmpeg Installer for Audacity 3.2 and later", and looks something like this: "FFmpeg_5.0.0_for_Audacity_on_Windows_x86.exe". Download and install it. Without this, Audacity won't be able to open MP4 files downloaded from YouTube.

CONVERTING TO AUDIO:

Make sure you know where to find your downloaded MP4 video file. This file won't go away when you "convert" it - you'll just be copying the audio into a different file.

Open up Audacity.

Go to File > Open and choose your video file.

You'll get one of those soundwave file displays you see in recording booths and so forth. Audacity is a good solid choice if you want to teach yourself to edit soundwave files, but that's not what we're here for right now.

Go to File > Export Audio. The File Name will populate to match the video's filename, but you can edit it if you want.

Click the Browse button next to the Folder box, and choose where to save your new audio file to. I use my computer's Music folder.

You can click on the Format dropdown and choose an audio file type. If you're not sure which one you want, MP3 is the most common and versatile.

If you'd like your music player to know the artist, album, and so forth for your audio track, you can edit that later in File Manager, or you can put the information in with the Edit Metadata button here. You can leave any of the slots blank, for instance if you don't have a track number because it's a YouTube video.

Once everything is set up, click Export, and your new audio file will be created. Go forth and listen!

#reference #vlc media player #youtube downloader #youtube #uh what other tags should i use idk #how to internet #long post

[randomisocahedron]

Gift Exchange

(I originally posted this story to Reddit last December.)

"Arrival confirmed. All systems functioning within normal parameters."

Captain Uriat relaxed slightly. Despite hundreds of jumps, she still found the process disconcerting. "Excellent, Orin. Begin the system scan."

Orin pushed a few buttons. "Active sensors are running; the nearest substantial object is twenty light-minutes away. We'll have complete passive data in under a minute."

"Good. Reorienting and preparing to burn."

"Uh, something on passive sensors. Small asteroid installation at the innermost planet's L2 point, biologicals onboard based on temperature. And there's a ship with a half-gigawatt reactor burning towards it at a tenth of a gee. This is a small system, so they're both around three light-hours away."

"Do they have transponders?"

"They're transmitting some signals, but the computer didn't recognize them... let's see." Orin pressed a few more keys. "Oh, they're Terrans, using their new protocol. The station doesn't have a name, and the ship is called the Pickup Truck. Weird name, even by Terran standards."

Uriat looked at her own console. "Are they... allowed... to be here?"

"Under the Treaty of Kepler-1649c, this area is freely accessible to all. As long as their so-called government hasn't tried to stop them, they have as much right to be here as we do."

"Well, I suppose we should tell them our intentions. It's only polite." She spoke into the computer, which translated the message and transmitted it. "Greetings to the, er, Pickup Truck. This is the trade ship Dolernar of the United Syndicate. We are moving at half a gee and expect to be leaving the system in 520 hours. We are transmitting our full planned trajectory. Please advise as to closest approach."

Around four hours (plus two minutes of message composition) later, a response arrived. "Greetings, Dolernar! Closest approach will be in 140 hours; we'll be three light-minutes away from you. We're doing some light construction work here, but it shouldn't be a concern. And, uh, please stand by for a personal message."

"Personal message? Do they think they know us?"

"Maybe they want us to carry a message to someone else. It's fairly common in backwaters without dedicated courier ships."

The message came a few minutes later.

"We can send you some provisions
if you'd like. We've checked and it should all be compatible with your biology."

Orin looked at Uriat strangely. "Is this some sort of insult? Are they implying that we didn't bring enough food?"

Uriat responded thoughtfully. "I don't know. Perhaps. But perhaps not. Cultural exchange has been maddeningly slow, due to their... idiosyncrasies. I think it would be in everyone's best interest if we assume it's meant to be a friendly gesture."

"Tribute?"

"Or symbolic trade. They might expect something in return. We could send them some of our own food, maybe."

Orin clicked his toes together, an expression of doubt. "Hmph. Maybe."

---

The Pickup Truck came to a stop relative to the station
and gently released the large ice

ball it held. Inside, two children floated in EVA suits, grinning broadly —

although you couldn't see the grins through their mirrored faceplates.

"Alright. You're sure you two are comfortable doing this on your own?"

"Of course we are, Dad,
" they responded through the crackling radio.

"Okay. Just remember I'm right here if you need anything." He hugged them, although they didn't feel anything through the semirigid suits. They flew (or perhaps wobbled) proudly into the airlock, which he cycled.

Outside, they flew around, placing tokens to target the Pickup Truck's laser, and then polishing up the small comet with hand tools. A few hours later, they pushed the many-faceted piece of ice into position with careful bursts of compressed gas. Once it was exactly right, they fastened it to the steel framework with lengths of braided carbon nanotubes.

Returning to the Pickup Truck, they doffed their suits before accepting several more hugs.

"You did very well!" called their great-grandmother. "And the ivy is growing quickly. By the way, that ship contacted us."

"Well, what happened?" asked the older child.

"Oh, it's a Syndicate trade ship. Anyway, Grandma —

sorry, my grandma —

started carrying on about ping-pong, so now we're going to bake them some
treats."

The kids didn't know what ping-pong had to do with the passing trade ship either, but they liked baking, especially since it meant they had to taste a few ingredients beforehand to make sure they were still good. They always were.

---

An old torpedo sat in the hangar, surrounded by two children and one of their parents. The fusion warhead had already been removed, but they still had to modify it to carry cargo.

“Why are we sending the Syndicate cookies anyway?” asked the older child as he carefully removed the phased radar array and set it aside.

“Because cookies are tasty?” suggested his younger sister, who was busy assembling padded boxes.

The parent smiled indulgently as they plugged their finger into the torpedo’s guidance computer. “Well, yes… but there’s also no reason for us to hate each other just because we used to be at war. Enough small personal connections could pave the way for a lasting peace.”

Two more people arrived, carrying padded and individually pressurized boxes of cookies, cakes, and other delicious things. The boxes were carefully placed in the torpedo, which was fueled

and reassembled as its flight plan was transmitted to the Dolernar.

---

"Dolernar, goodwill package launching in T-4 hours. Expect eight gees of acceleration. Full flight plan attached."

"Well. That's certainly some very fast goodwill."

Orin studied the flight plan carefully. He looked at the attached data for the package. He double- and triple-
checked. "Captain, they're firing a torpedo at us."

Uriat processed some words which no civilian captain wishes to hear. There was danger, but Uriat couldn't see it, so her eyes instinctively moved apart
to spot the threat, an utterly useless adaptation against torpedoes. She brought them back to her console. Notably, no sirens were sounding. "What makes you think that?"

Orin simply pointed at the attached flight plan, and then at an entry in the ship's database. "This 'goodwill package' is precisely the same size as a TOS-10 Pilum hybrid torpedo, and the acceleration profile matches perfectly. It carries a one-

megaton fusion warhead that would wipe us out instantly."

Uriat was remarkably calm. "Can we evade it?"

A pause, some calculations. "Yes. It's guided by the ship that launched it, so even at our closest approach we could be moving away for twenty-four minutes before it could react —

and on this trajectory,
the best time to evade has nearly an hour of light-lag. It wouldn't even get close."

"Then why would they even..."

"Bluff. They figure we'll think it's these 'provisions,' and let it onboard. Then, as it approaches, it blows up and we die."

---

A large, thin sheet of freshly mined aluminum, rolled to a millimeter

thick, was manually placed in an acid bath and anodized. It was then removed from the acid bath with a purpose-rigged crane, carefully washed and dried, and placed in a pile of like sheets.

---

"Look," Uriat thought aloud. "They're humans. They're crazy. Their giving us a torpedo, just so we could have a nuclear bomb in our workshop, is entirely within character."

"Humans might think that's a reasonable gift, true," countered Orin, "but their military wouldn't;

and if they have torpedoes,
they are the military or at least closely liaised with the military. There's no way they'd just hand us the hardware that they were so recently shooting at us."

Uriat skimmed the database entry for the TOS-10. "It says here they were replaced by the TOS-12 during the war, and now the TOG-15 and MSO-7. It’s not modern materiel.”

"Still a torpedo. It was modern until a few years ago. If we had one, would we send them one of the main battery lasers from the Lironi, just because we have better ones now?"

Uriat had to admit this was a good point.

---

A boy in a mini-tug carefully maneuvered an aluminum sheet into position, whereupon his two companions in space suits began riveting it onto the steel frame. Once it was securely fastened, he flew the tug back to the station hub to get another sheet.

---

In times like these Uriat desperately wished that the cockpit had enough room to pace, or even stand up properly. "The thing is, if they are being honest about this being a gift but they're sending it via torpedo for unguessable reasons, we can't straight-up evade their gift. That would be an enormous insult."

"You're seriously worried about insulting the people who might be trying to kill us?"

"No, I'm worried about insulting them if they're actually not trying to kill us. And the thing is, the Pickup Truck's laser's power far exceeds our navigational shields' rating —

we saw it cutting up that comet, although Fates know why —

and with that reactor,
I doubt their shields would even notice our micrometeor lasers. If they wanted us dead, they could kill us in a far more straightforward way than this weird deception you suspect them of doing —

and they'd get to take our cargo, too."

"Even if the deception is highly unlikely, falling for the deception is much worse than irritating some humans who probably hate us already” contemplated Orin. “Plus, ship-to-ship combat could be their Plan B, if a clean surprise kill doesn't work."

---

Activating their EVA thrusters, another person exited the airlock, carrying a box of xenon arc lamps. They propelled themselves precisely to a selected spot and bolted an arc lamp to the framework. Once it was secure to their satisfaction, they moved a little over a metre and attached another arc lamp.

---

Uriat extended and retracted her claws, clearly stressed. "What we need is a way to distinguish between deceptive Terrans and crazy Terrans. How does their behaviour change if they're trying to kill us versus being friendly but mad?"

The words hung in the air as they both thought about it. Orin spoke up. "If they're deceiving us, they'll be more suspicious of our own actions —

they'll worry we're playing the same game. If they're friendly, they'll probably think we're friendly too."

"Clever. So we need to do something that would be seen as friendly if they're friendly, and seen as hostile if they're hostile, and then watch what they do."

"So send them some provisions of our own, then?"

"Yes, but not just that.” Uriat ticked off requirements. “It has to look like a bomb if they're looking for one, but look like a gift if they're not. Also, it has to arrive before their torpedo does."

"Well, we have a catapult for... basically just that. Handing off small payloads without slowing down."

"So we just have to prepare a package which looks like a bomb, but only if you already think it's a bomb."

---

An old man in an EVA suit, holding a chemical thruster with a fuel tank, surveyed the diffuse laser array. The batteries were nearly full, and there was no visible damage. He spent twenty minutes checking various delicate components and then, satisfied, used the rest of his fuel to burn back towards the asteroid station.

---

Wearing thick gloves, Uriat placed the spent fuel pellet canister in the box. Orin added some ration bars, a few bottles of sweetened starch slurry, and their day's ration of fresh plant matter. "There we go. It'll set off Geiger counters, but who waves a Geiger counter at something they fully believe to be a gift?"

"What if they ask us about it?"

"We'll say,
‘Oh dear, we put that in by mistake.’
And we'll know they opened it inside, without scanning it, so we can trust their own package."

"Good, that works."

The box went into a small transport pod, and then the pair returned to the cockpit for launch. Uriat grabbed the radio. "Pickup Truck, this is Dolernar. Launching reciprocal goodwill package in T-5 minutes. Expect high launch velocity and a 3-gee suicide burn on approach. Full fight plan attached."

Notably, the package would have already launched by the time the Terrans received the message. That way they'd have no way of

weaseling
out with a plausible excuse.

The Dolernar's engines shut down, rendering Uriat and Orin weightless. Fine control thrusters rotated them about 120 degrees to aim the catapult. The catapult's rails telescoped out to five times the Dolernar's length, and then the fine control thrusters made even more minute adjustments, carefully aiming the package.

A light flashed in the cockpit. Uriat and Orin simultaneously tapped their keys to sensors on opposite sides of the cockpit, and the package launched.

---

The Officer of the Watch pressed the button to input the flight data to the Pickup Truck's navigational computer, and a radar beam automatically began tracking it. Attached to the flight plan was a message explaining that this was a package for them. Diplomatic matters went beyond the Officer of the Watch's powers. A superior had to be contacted via intercom.

"
Mom? The trade ship decided to send us a gift! Can you help me translate a message to thank them?"

---

Uriat and Orin watched the transport pod's telemetry intently. Two humans in vacuum suits caught the pod and began guiding it... towards their spacecraft's main habitation module. No

one would ever do that with a suspected bomb. The relief was palpable.

---

"Should we open it now?"

"Yes, let's see what they gave us!"

"No, we should wait until the big party!"

"Oh, let's just open it now. They'll be expecting a response!"

"Let's get everyone else here first."

The eighteen-strong crew of the Pickup Truck, most (but not all) family, eventually gathered in the hangar, where the transport pod had been brought in.

It was decided that the youngest should open the gift.

It was discovered that the youngest couldn't figure out the clasps on the transport pod.

It was determined that older siblings were allowed to help.

The pod was opened with a collective effort, and people immediately began taking things out and laying them on the table. There were various colours of snack bars (the translator proved to be hopeless at translating the flavours written on them, but they tasted good), two bottles of what was quickly determined to NOT be wine, but rather something reminiscent of tapioca (an acquired taste, it was decided), and several fresh fruits — precious even on a station with a hydroponics section. The fruit was divided so everyone got a piece. They tried every part of it, even the fibrous skin. (It wasn't the greatest, but it was worth trying.)

And then, at the bottom, a fuel canister. The uranium oxides in it wouldn't work with the Pickup Truck's reactor or the station's, but they decided to accept the gift in the spirit in which it was given. Perhaps they could use it to make some model rockets,
or fireworks. A lighthearted argument over whether fireworks which you could only safely observe indirectly were worthwhile fireworks was cut off by the demand that everyone who touched fissile material ("Yes, I know it has cladding!") wash their hands.

---

The modified torpedo screamed towards the Dolernar, its rear graphite plate ablating under the Pickup Truck's laser. Once it was within ten thousand kilometres of its target, the laser cut out, it ejected the remains of the graphite plate, and its chemical thrusters brought it gently to the Dolernar's airlock. A robotic arm grabbed it and brought it into the cargo bay, where, with a screwdriver and a minor amount of cursing, Orin was able to open the jury-rigged pressurized transport capsule. It contained several padded boxes of various baked goods, many of which had not been squashed by acceleration.

There was too much to eat in one sitting, so they sampled a few things. Uriat's favourite was the caramelized spiced sweet
bread covered in sugar. Orin preferred the dark brown balls covered with white shredded... something. Their translator was having trouble with the foods' highly idiomatic names, but that didn't stop them from being tasty.

---

All the preparations were ready. With everyone floating in the observation deck, the Pickup Truck detached from the station and began receding at a snail's pace, so as to maintain microgravity. Still, they didn't need to go very far. Within a few minutes the ship was turning, and within a few more the entire spaceborne structure was visible through the window, with an impressive backdrop of stars.

It was time. A button two and a half metres in diameter (red, naturally) had been constructed specifically for this occasion. Eighteen people pressed the button together.

The arc-lamps came alive, all at once. The lasers activated a moment later, sending light bouncing off the reflective five-pointed star at the top. Light twinkled over many balls of ice, which glowed bright in the shadow of the planet behind them. The genetically modified ivy, covering the truss structure, defiantly green despite the vacuum of space, completed the picture.

It was, without a doubt, the best tree
ever.

#hfy #humans are weird #humans are space fae #humans are kind #writing #writeblr #creative writing

[spikes-got-anger-issues]

Here’s an interesting thought experiment. I was reading your post about the Commando app Beta 2.1 vs 3.1 debate and whether there was an Alpha app or a Beta 1.1. What if there was an Alpha app and Douglas tried it with Adam, the original bionic but it didn’t work right and caused some brain damage which is why Adam is like that? Douglas then realized that if he was going to put the Commando app in a bionic’s head that he needed to completely rewire their brain to be able to handle actually having information downloaded like a computer. By the time he realized this Bree was too far along so he turned his attention to the next subject. He made Chase more computer like and did a bunch of stuff that would allow Chase to handle actual changes to his brain from outside influences. It’s why Chase has the Commando and override app. The other two can’t have actual apps in their heads like that because they weren’t created to handle things like that.

Yayyy another person to talk about Spike/the Commando App with!!

And this is such an interesting thought that I love!! These are all great connecting ideas too, the idea that Chase has these apps because he has a computer in his mind to process and handle it all unlike his siblings and not just because his main ability is super intelligence. After all, he does have more room for upgrades than his siblings. I love this idea!

I do wonder though if after Douglas were to hypothetically do this he went and gave Adam and Bree some from of compatibility to their chips since Chase can connect to them essentially through bluetooth. But him having the computer not only for his intelligence but also for his apps and to process the use and control of these apps alongside his normal brain is really something to think about. Not only that, but he does have a bunch of wiring inside his head and a bunch of different scanners from his bionic eyes that are also linked to his computer system too (identifying people, fingerprint scanning, etc.)

And with the Commando App, we see that in both versions, especially the first one we see in 1x03, that there is a bunch of coding that appears during the activation and deactivation of the app. This almost seems to imply too that the app truly is still not 100% complete, which matches with the Beta version we see.

We also see that the Commando App has an entire targeting system connected to Spike's vision. In the first version this comes in the form of Spike scanning the threat's face before completely locking onto the target as an "imminent threat."

In the second version, this just comes in the form of a literal target being in Spike's vision. He also has a gauge that measures his aggression level, which obviously varies for him. Not only that, but on the right side of Spike's vision he has gauges to measure speed and visibility presumably of his target, which is kind of scary lol.

A mystery however is why does the chip interrupter not only not work on the Commando App, but instead makes Spike more aggressive? It most likely has something to do with affecting the computer system in Chase. Maybe it doesn't work because Spike is an app and is potentially more linked to the computer in Chase than his chip? Is it just a glitch in general? Is Spike's aggression increase also a glitch or is it a defense mechanism against an outside influence? Who knows!

One last thing to note is the fact that after Spike takes a hard hit from Perry, it actually causes an error in Chase's computer system and glitches the Commando App out and forces it to disengage. Maybe this is something that would "naturally" happen or this is another example of the incomplete app being unstable (because one would imagine that this caliber of app and its purpose of fighting shouldn't be able to glitch out and shut down after a hard hit)

Another intriguing thought is that a few of Chase's abilities are apps but are considered "abilities" like the Commado App or his Magnetism App, if that makes sense. Some of his "abilities" are directly related to his computer system as apps compared to his normal "abilities" like his laser bo or forcefield. I just thought that that was interesting to point out because I never really realized that until now!

There's a lot to think about with this, and since we were never meant to dive this deep into because it's a Disney XD show, there's a lot to play around with!

#I might circle back to this because I feel like I had more to say but I forgot because I'm tired lol so I also apologize for any errors #but I am so so sorry for answering this late!! :[ School and work have kept me suuuuuper busy lately and I like thinking through my answers #beforehand and it took me a while to type this out #but I love love love talking about stuff like this especially with Spike/the Commando App in general so thank you for asking about this!! #and I assure you that I will get to your other ask when I have more downtime hopefully sometime later this week :] #disney lab rats #lab rats #chase davenport #spike davenport #lab rats spike #ask

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Hello Beautiful Beasties! Just something that has been wanting to come out and say hi. Hope you enjoy!

Fierce x Reader: Yandere office goodbye

“This is my letter of resignation.” You tossed the letter on Fierce’s desk, right on top of his computer. You had had enough of his controlling ways not only at work, but in your relationship. He was possessive and obsessed. Telling you want to wear, how to do your hair and wouldn’t let you out of his sight. This wasn't what you signed up for when he offered to be your Sugar Daddy.

“You are terminating your contracts?” He asked as he looked over the letter. “You are quitting your job and leaving me? Bold move.”

“I want out.” The contract wasn’t only a work contract, but one that allowed him to be with you in the way he really wanted to be, a lover. You had boundaries and lately he had no regard for them.

“You have been enjoying yourself on my dime, not that I’m complaining, but it would all have to end. You would have to restart your life.”

“I’ll manage.” You still had a few friends that he hadn’t manipulated to hate you or make them think you wanted nothing to do with them.

“You’ll regret this.” His white eyes held you in your place. His words were not a warning, but a fact. A fact because he would make sure of it. You were willing to play the long game with him to win back your freedom.

When you turned to walk out, he stared at your ass with a head tilt and a smile that showed his fangs. He wasn’t going to just let you go. He walked up behind you in the hallway silently and made sure no one was nearby. There was a vacant room that was no longer vacant as he pulled you in by your wrist.

The lights were off, but you both could see as he pinned your wrist above your head. His lips locked with yours and he still tasted so good. His knee spread your legs apart, his thigh hiked your skirt up until he was pressing against your wet panties. His mouth was at your neck when he growled, "You're leaving me?" as if he was giving you a last chance to change your mind. His teeth skimmed across your skin, "Are you sure you really want that?" His thigh rubbed against you and your jaw dropped open, giving him the chance to have his tongue in your sweet mouth.

You didn't want to, but your hips rolled on his leg and chest stuck out towards him. His hands slid down your arms and squeezed your breast, flicking buttons open so he could pull the now open shirt down. He pulled your breast out from your bra to properly latch on and nip with sharp teeth.

His hands were still going down and pulled your skirt all the way up. One hand was in your panties, fingers dipping inside you. "Your body is telling a different story~. You're too wet for this to be goodbye."

You wanted him, but you shouldn't. "Fierce, don't make this harder for both of us..." You kissed his lips when they were close enough. Your body naturally responded to him this way, conditioned to do so.

Suddenly you were straddling his powerful hips, still pressed against the wall and you could hear him removing the few articles of clothing to pull himself out of his pants... then he's inside you and you wanted it.

Your arms were around his neck as he drove into you and up the wall noisily. You were so close, just a little more, right there, dont stop- fuck! You're both panting and cumming. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, head resting against his as you caught your breath. Your legs trembled as he let you stand on your own.

You could feel the victory smile on his face below your ear where he open mouth kissed your skin. "So, my little Dove, still want to leave me behind?"

You sighed with a half smile and put your clothes back to how they were before. You cup both of his cheeks, thumb rubbing across his red marking that you always loved to apply kiths to while he slept curled into your side, then gave a light kiss to his now bruised lips. "I hope that this one last round brings you closure." You slip out the door and leave him in the dark.

You don’t hear it, but he grew angry and punched the wall just left of where your head just was. He wasn’t used to being told no like that. He was going to get you back… That was a promise.

He always kept his promises.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

#loz smut #purely smut #fierce deity x reader #yandere