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strawbeerossi · 6 months
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Trapped In A SUV
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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Unit Chief!Spencer Reid
Description: Whenever you and Spencer are on the way to investigate the house of a suspected unsub, the SUV breaks down in the middle of nowhere. It’s a shame that you are both practically cooking in the Texas heat.
Content/Warnings: Case matter but nothing specific, extreme heat, undressing, Spencer is a bit of a pervert, car sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex.
Word Count: 1.6K
Kinktober Day Thirteen: Car Sex
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The sound of the engine completely blowing out had you groaning softly as the smoke was coming from the hood of the car. In hindsight, you two probably shouldn’t have left in such a hurry in the first car you could get your hands on. However with a search warrant to search the house of a suspected unsub who you’ve been hunting for days, there was no time to waste.
Until you were stuck on the side of the road, your hand shielding your eyes from the harsh sun as Spencer tugged open the SUV’s hood to be met with a black cloud of smoke. “Jesus,” He muttered, using his hand to waft away the evidence of a vehicle that needed urgent repair. “We are stuck here until someone can pick us up.” You filled in the unit chief as you frowned softly. “Emily said that they had a lead when I was texting her. They will be here whenever they can get here..”
“Of course. That’s just our luck isn’t it.” The male pursed his lips as he pushed the hood shut. “We should get back in the car before we melt out here.” You commented, already feeling beads of sweat forming from the blistering heat. 
“We won’t melt but it’s a good idea. The engine isn’t too far gone to the point we won’t have AC. I’m trying to avoid a heat stroke.” Spencer spoke while heading to the drivers side while you had returned to the passenger seat. The blow of the air wasn’t as strong as you preferred it to be but you counted your blessings, you could’ve been stranded and left to cook in the heat.
“Well. I guess you and I are on our own.” He murmured, his gaze on you while his eyes were widening as he watched you work to unbutton your shirt. “What? I’m sweating my ass off. It’s not like I’m getting completely naked.” You stated, now moving to shrug the button up off of your shoulders and tossing it to the side. “You’ve seen a woman in a bra, I’m sure.” You muttered while leaning back against the seat. 
His golden eyes were focused on your chest once your eyes were closing, the swell of your breasts being eye-catching in the black bra. It was like they were threatening to spill over the lace. His cheeks were bright red as he noticed a bead of sweat trail down your chest as it rose and fell steadily from your breathing.
He could feel his pants tighten, constricting his hardening cock as he gazed at your body. As he was so focused though, he hadn’t noticed your eyes opening or the fact that he caught you. The hungry look on his face had you intrigued. You didn’t expect for him to be watching you so intently, to have to look as if he was holding himself back from touching your bare skin. “Would you mind if I took my pants off too? I’m burning up here.” 
“W-what? I mean, if it’ll be comfortable go ahead..” His voice was at a higher pitch, feeling caught as he was bringing his hands up to loosen his tie. 
“You know that you can shed some clothes too, right? I highly doubt the team will judge us.” You suggested, biting back a smirk of amusement while Spencer was letting out a squeak in response. “I don’t know.” He began, his own body going against him as his hands were moving to undo the buttons on his shirt. Waiting for the rest of the team was gonna be fun, at least. 
After both of you were stripped down, it was like Spencer was desperately avoiding your gaze, his face cherry red. This was a lot. He wasn’t actually thinking that anything but embarrassment would come out of even attempting to look at your body again. You obviously caught him staring.
You’d turned up the air the best you could, leaning forward. With a moan of satisfaction at the coolness hitting your skin, you turned your head to face Spencer for a reaction. His body was frozen in place as he kept his gaze out the windshield, the smoke coming out of the hood less than it was earlier. The moan was enough to make him shift uncomfortably from his throbbing cock in his pants. 
“Hey,” You began while leaning over the console separating you both, offering a smile. “What are you thinking about?” You mused, knowing all too well what you were doing as you were squeezing your arms together slightly, making your tits push up in the bra you had on. 
“I-I was just thinking of how, uh, hot it is outside.” And here. Jesus. 
“You’re so red, oh, Spence..” You gave a faux pout while bringing a hand up to pat his cheek, thumb running over his skin. Spencer felt like he was going to have a heart attack. This was a lot to handle and you seemed to be eating up every reaction. “I’m fine..” He spoke softly while leaning into your touch.
What happened next happened in a flash, you pushed yourself over the small barrier between you both before you were settled in his lap. The man’s face was red, eyes widened and mouth agape in shock as your clothed cunt was brushing over the very obvious bulge in his underwear. 
“I knew it! You were looking at me!” You laughed in victory, hands moving to rest against his shoulders once his long arm was scrambling to push the car seat back to make sure that you were comfortable without having to be shoved against the steering wheel.
“Can you blame me? You practically got naked without needing any prompting.” Spencer found his voice again as he was bringing his hands to rest against your hips, thumbs running over your soft skin. “Plus.. You look so gorgeous, I can’t help it.” 
“Spencer.” You gush, nudging his shoulder while you offer a smile. It was your turn to feel your cheeks heat up from the compliment. “”Well.. I can assist you with getting rid of your… Issue.” You wiggled your eyebrows while moving to test the waters of rolling your hips against his, his breath hitching as he let his head tilt against the leather seat. “God, yeah, okay. I’ll bite. Help me out here.” He chuckled, his hands squeezing your hips while you leaned down to press your lips against his in a soft kiss. 
As your lips were slotting against one another, Spencer was in a frenzy to get your panties pulled to the side before letting his finger swipe through your folds and brush against your clit, grinning at the gasp muffled into his mouth. You were pulling from the kiss to lift your hips, using your hands to squeeze the tent in his boxers to elicit a groan before getting his cock out of his boxers. “I hate to rush this but I don’t think I can wait any longer.” The both of you were in agreement as Spencer’s hands were grabbing a handful of your ass before you were aligning his swollen tip with your leaking cunt and sinking yourself down.
Both of your groans mixed in the SUV, your ass hitting the front of his thighs as you gave yourself a moment to get adjusted. You could feel every curve, every vein as your cunt was welcoming the intrusion. Letting your hips roll at a slow pace, you were bringing your hands to grip his shoulders. 
“Does it feel good? Bet you’ve wanted to do this for years. You like fucking your boss while on the job?” Spencer’s words caused a moan to rip from your throat. “What about you? Fucking your subordinate because you couldn’t keep your eyes to yourself?” You spoke back while Spencer chuckled. “You had your tits out, I’m a man. We are pretty notorious to have an attraction to the female physique.” He chuckled.
“Fair enough,” you spoke softly while continuing with your movements, getting into a good rhythm that was eventually disturbed by the male thrusting upwards, your pussy swallowing his thick cock with no issue. 
“Fuck, don’t stop.” You cursed, the windows fogging over from the actions inside as a thin layer of sweat was spreading over both of your bodies, the smell of sex starting to fill the SUV, the vehicle rocking at a steady pace as you both were wrapped up in your rendezvous.
As you fucked like rabbits, you were leaning down to press your lips against his once more. You never thought of having sex with him in a car before, mainly because you always believed it would’ve been different. Maybe after being put together in the same hotel room or the both of you letting out pent up stress in Spencer’s office.
“I’m gonna cum.” Spencer warned, voice husky as he let out a deep groan at the way your velvety walls were clenching around him, his cock twitching inside of you. “Ah!” He panted, a bruising grip on your hips as he roughly thrusted upwards, damn near making your head hit the roof of the car. 
The sheer force behind each thrust was enough to have your body trembling, your head falling onto his shoulder as you let out a soft cry of his name, teeth biting down onto his shoulder as your creamy cum was rolling down his cock. He wasn’t deterred, instead now groaning as he couldn’t help but follow right behind. You could feel his cum gush inside of your cunt, eyes fluttering shut as you clutched his shoulders as your partially clothed bodies were pressed against one another’s while coming down from the high of your mixed orgasms. 
“I guess I should probably get off of you, huh?” Your words were slurred while Spencer let your hand gently rub your back. “Not yet..” He chuckled, pointing the air vents towards the both of you.
“We have a little bit. Let’s just enjoy the air.”
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oharaslover · 4 months
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crazy scientist!miguel smut and you’re his experiment 👀
(i mixed the request with ‘stressed out miguel accidentally overdosed himself with the spider injection thing and calls for spider readers help.’ so i hope you both don’t mind :p)
greatest accomplishment
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pairing: miguel o’hara x spider!fem reader
contents: substance abuse (?), smut, oral (f and m receiving), face fucking, unprotected p in v, ice play, mirror sex, spanking, biting, web bondage, male masturbation, fingering (sorry if i missed anything 🫣)
author’s note: thank you for being so patient, i hope you enjoy <33
word count: 3.9K+
You were what Miguel considered his greatest achievement and his greatest failure. during his time at Alchemax, he'd worked on several human trials with few of them showing any signs of success. At most, he managed to regenerate lost limbs but the achievement still felt little to what he believed he could do. that was, until you showed up at Alchemax with glossy eyes and anticipation.
You had been used as a weapon in private government affairs until eventually the operation shut down. While everybody involved had some kind of direction in their life, you didn't know that anything existed beyond fighting or living to serve the purpose of someone else. You'd signed up for the human trials that Alchemax was offering, being aware of all the stakes at hand, in hopes of being able to lead a normal life.
"So, you basically have spider-like abilities that are in the control of someone else and you want me to change your DNA?" Miguel asked, pushing his glasses back up as he looked up at you from the clipboard. "Well, I know that ai can't really get rid of the powers, but I was hoping that maybe you could help make them my own. because even as we're sitting here, I still feel that urge to need to protect," you responded, hoping that he'd be a little sympathetic towards your situation.
While Miguel didn't feel anything towards your situation, he did feel a thrill of doing something more than regenerating lost limbs. He didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt towards using you to fulfill his personal desires. "Alright, well I can't really promise that the operation's going to be successful. Are you okay with those odds?" He inquired before the two of you got started, calling in a nurse to take your vitals and do your blood work. "Sounds good."
The operation had gone successfully, much to Miguel’s disbelief and he felt that thrill rushing towards him again. The excitement of being a geneticist once more. You enveloped your arms around him, your superhuman strength threatening to pop his eyes out of the sockets.
"Thank you," you whispered, though you felt the words couldn't convey how grateful you were at the opportunity Miguel had given you. He tapped on your arm, forcing you to let him go before he fixed up his jacket. "Thank you," he muttered after you left, completely fascinated as he looked through your file.
A couple of years had passed when you got a phone call from a strange number, excitement coursing through your veins as you answered. Though you'd had the desire to live out a civilian life, a part of you would always long for being able to use your abilities. "Hello?" You asked, hearing someone's breath on the other side. "It's Miguel, I'm not too sure if you remember me. Can you meet me at my place? I'll send you the details," he spoke quickly before he hung up, leaving you confused as you looked down at your phone.
You opened the door to miguel's penthouse, noticing that the curtains were all pulled to darken up the room. You sat down on the couch, deciding to wait for him to come out to talk. "Would you like a glass of water?" A yellow hued hologram woman appeared in front of you, pushing her heart shaped glasses up her nose. "No, but thank you," you responded, watching her as she faded away. You looked up when Miguel came into view, sweatpants hanging low on his waist.
"Sorry, I know you wanted to escape fighting when you came to see me last time but I'm starting up this society for spider people," he spoke up, sitting on the couch next to you. "Spider people? Does that include you?" You inquired, looking over at him as you noticed how much he changed throughout the years. He'd bulked up immensely, his biceps almost the size of your head and his eyes almost had a red hue to it. "It does, but that's not the point here. I'm asking if you want to help me," he responded, keeping eye contact with you.
You'd felt immensely grateful towards Miguel for allowing you to take control of your life once more so you'd agreed on joining him. Despite the fact that Miguel seemed to easily irritated, he helped you out in using your abilities for good this time around. While you were skilled at harnessing your abilities, you'd only used them to inflict pain on others. He helped you establish a good workout routine without pushing you too hard past your limitations.
The days had started to blend together for Miguel, losing all concept of time. Anomaly reports hadn't stopped coming in and spiders were currently working on overtime to be able to control the damage. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the monitors, dark circles under his eyes with only coffee to fuel his body. He grabbed his mug from the table, filling it up with some coffee he'd made three days ago? Maybe four. The cold coffee provided no taste as he sipped it, but it did provide him with the caffeine rush he needed.
His eyes drifted over to the collection of empty vials he had on the corner of his desk, having used most of the drug he'd created throughout this week. He deactivated the shoulder part of his suit, the green liquid providing him with the strength that he needed to continue staying up. His eyes strained as he returned his attention back to the monitor, the brightness hurting his dry eyes.
As the anomaly reports started to die down, he overheard through some of the speakers at the society about what the spiders were planning to do after work. He turned on the cameras, instantly spotting you talking to one of the spider-women and decided to listen in on the conversation. He felt his right eye start to twitch and his fist clench up as he heard you mention going out on a date tonight, immediately turning off the camera.
He grabbed the monitor like he wanted to crucify it for your actions, tossing it on the ground as he stomped on it. "You know, half our budget goes to replacing shit you break. Soon enough, we'll just be working with broken computers," LYLA spoke up, appearing in front of him as she folded her arms. "Like we'll ever go bankrupt," he mumbled, picking up the scraps of the monitor. "What's got you all pissed off now?"
Miguel ignored LYLA, eyeing the last bit of the serum that he had left. He was starting to feel his body want to submit to humanly desires such as sleeping and eating, but he genuinely believed that he didn't have any time to spare towards those things. He grabbed the last vial and headed toward the chemical lab at HQ, looking over what he could mix it with. He wanted to make the mixture more potent, something that would keep him up and keep him strong for a long time.
He mixed a couple of chemicals that looked like they would work, the mixture turning a bright purple. Normally, he would've been more cautious about mixing things he wasn't sure of but he felt like a junkie desperate to have his next fix. He deactivated the shoulder part of his suit once more, injecting himself with the strange liquid. He was expecting to feel that instant bit of relief like he did with the original serum, but he didn't feel like it did anything. Miguel let out a loud scream, pissed off at himself for messing up the mixture so much that it didn't have any effect.
A couple minutes later passed by when he felt sweat dribbling on his forehead though the temperature in the room had seemed to drop a couple degrees. He gripped the corner of the table as he coughed, his body rejecting the modified version of the serum. His head began pounding and suddenly, everything was too bright and everything was too loud. He hastily opened up a portal to his house, unwilling to stay at HQ where anybody would just come in and find him in that state.
He laid down on the ground as he stepped out of the portal, bile building up in the back of his throat. He brought his hand closer to his face, the limb feeling like deadweight as he scrolled through his watch. He texted you to meet him at his house urgently, his text morphing into one word. He knew that you were out on your date even in his drug-infused state, but he wanted you to pick him instead of your stupid date. He told himself that allowing you to work on the antidote would provide you with experience your college wouldn't give you, but he just wanted your company.
Miguel’s lids were starting to shut when you arrived at his house and you shook him awake, helping him up to his feet. "Stay awake for me, please," you spoke softly, seeing the pained expression on his face as you helped him to the couch. He pointed to a couple empty flasks with labels on them and you rushed to get them so you'd have an idea of what you needed for the antidote. "I'll lead you the lab," his speech slurred as he talked and you had to offer him some kind of support as you walked with him.
"What are you doing here, anyways? Thought you had a date," he mumbled, his brows furrowed as he unlocked the door. "He didn't show up," you simply said, walking with him inside as you looked over at the multiple shelves filled with chemicals. Truth was, you'd cancelled on the date because you didn't think it would make you happy. You weren't sure when, but in the midst of all the gratitude you felt towards Miguel, you'd started to catch some feelings for him. He was easy to like despite his attitude, he was protective of those he cared about and would do anything for them.
"You could've called one of the more experienced spiders for this, so why'd you call me?" You inquired as you read over the labels on the flasks. "I wanted you to be here. Plus, i figured you'd get some hands on experience," he responded, his speech still coming up garbled. You mixed up a concoction of chemicals, whispering a silent prayer that it would work as the colors began to blend together.
You injected the drug into miguel's shoulder, still exposed from the last batch he'd taken as you watched intently for any more adverse reactions. You watched as his body slumped with relief, the color returning back to his face as his eyes opened. "Thank you," he muttered, standing up from his chair. You nodded, picking up your jacket as you got ready to leave. "Don't go yet, I still have some ways to express my gratitude towards you."
You were unsure of what he meant by that but when you turned around, his lips were already on yours. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll drop it. We can go back to just being coworkers," he mumbled, pulling back slightly to give you enough space to leave if you wanted to. You stayed in your place, wrapping your arms around his neck as you returned the hasty kisses he was giving you. His lips enveloped yours in a thirsty way, almost like he needed this to live. It morphed into a clash of teeth and tongue as he explored every inch of your mouth, letting out a soft moan at the taste.
He picked you up, placing you on one the lab tables before restricting all movement with his webs. Though he knew that you could easily break through them, he found himself needing to be in control of the situation. He glanced over at the mini-fridge in the corner of the room, getting a bucket of ice before placing it to the side. His talons unsheathed and in one swift motion, he'd ripped the dress you were wearing in half. The tattered pieces scattered to the ground, leaving you in just your lingerie at his mercy.
He held one of the ice cubes between his front teeth, dragging it across your skin as he made his way down from your neck. He loved seeing the way your body fidgeted under the cold substance, his tongue lapping up the small water droplets. Your nipples hardened as he rubbed the ice cube on them, his tongue swirling against your areola. You whined at him to keep going but he pulled back, stopping his movements. You were nervous that you'd scared him off but he tore your panties off, shoving them in your mouth.
"Don't think for a second that this is for you. It's all for me, understood?" He told you, his hand resting on your thigh as he spoke. You nodded rapidly, arousal leaking to the lab table as you waited for his next movements. He brought the ice cube back to your breasts, the difference in temperature between his tongue and ice cube having you shiver. When the cube melted, he picked up another one and dragged it across to your pussy, swirling the cube on your clit. Your hips bucked up to get more of the sensation but your body couldn't help but want to squirm away at how good it felt.
The ice cube melted, the water droplets combining with your slick as it made a mess on the table. His tongue began to collect the slick on your folds, his eyes intently on yours. The small muffled whimpers that you were letting out spurred him to keep going, his tongue thrusting inside your pussy while your walls clenched around it. He let out a small moan as you released more slick, the taste of you threatening to take him over the edge. His fingers took place instead of his mouth as he kissed on your thigh, sucking on the skin to leave his mark behind.
You let out a muffled yelp as he bit down, the sting from his fangs overwhelming your senses. You couldn't help the arousal that leaked out of you at the sensation, the pain mixing in with the pleasure of having his fingers stretching you out. He moved his fingers in a scissoring action to stretch out your walls, his mouth still kissing your thigh. You heard some moaning coming from Miguel, looking down to see that his hand was tightly wrapped around his cock while precum leaked onto his palm.
Just the fact that he found getting you off as a turn on made your mind grow hazy, your toes curling as his mouth circled over your clit. His tongue swirled against it, his fingers curled up to hit your g-spot. He let out another moan, the vibration hitting your clit directly and you couldn't help but clench around him even more. His fingers were hardly moving with how hard you were gripping them, arousal coating them knuckle deep as his teeth gently pulled on your clit.
He looked up at you, desperation evident in his eyes despite the dominant presence he was putting on and your orgasm approached you quickly. You moaned into the cloth, the sound coming out muffled as your release coated his fingers completely. He took them out, his mouth closing around his fingers while he sucked them off. You looked down at his cock, the tip angry red as it dripped precum onto the glass floor of the lab.
Your head was tilted to the side, immediately at eye level with his cock while he reached down to take out the makeshift gag. You opened up your mouth, the tip of his cock inside of your mouth as you swirled your tongue around it. You collected the precum leaking out as he began to thrust his hips, using your mouth at his disposal. "Who would've known you liked to be treated like such a slut? Pinche puta," he spoke, his voice coming out with a small groan as your eyes watered when he pushed further inside of you.
Your cheeks hollowed as you tried to take the length and girth of his cock but you felt tears forming at your waterline from the intrusion. His hips snapped forward, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and you couldn't help but gag as your nose hit his pubic bone. "You're all good, don't worry. You're taking it so well. Esa boquita esta haciendo tan buen trabajo," he mumbled, feeling your tongue running down the sides of his cock. (that mouth is doing such a good job)
Your tongue traced the two veins running down the side of his cock, a small shiver running through Miguel’s body as he felt the sensations hitting him all at once. He grabbed the back of your head, thrusting into your mouth repeatedly as he took out the amounts of stress that had piling up out. The tip of his cock kept hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, your tongue brushing up against it with every thrust. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, a clear sign that his orgasm was approaching him rather quickly. The salty substance went down your throat in his final thrust, his eyes locked directly on yours as his chest heaved.
His talons worked on releasing you from the webs but before you had the chance to move, he picked you up and led you to the bathroom. You were bent over the counter, his cock slightly pressing up against your folds before he pushed it in one swift thrust. Your walls clenched up against his cock instinctively and he took a couple seconds to let himself bask in the feeling of you before he started moving.
He pressed your face against the mirror as he forced you to look at yourself while his cock stretched out your cunt, your knuckles turning ghost white from how hard you were gripping the counter. Your breath fogged up the mirror as he kept pushing inside of you, his cock reaching places that no one had ever had. His hands came to rest on your hips as he eased you in and out before one of them squeezed your ass. You yelped as you felt his hand strike your ass, the pain morphing into pleasure as he rubbed at the reddening skin.
You stood on your tippy toes as you tried to remain upright, your hands coming to grip his arms. "Look at what he's missing out on, then again, I don't think he could please you the same way I do," he murmured against your skin, bringing you up right as his mouth closed around the sensitive skin on your neck. He bit down, not hard enough for his fangs to release any of the venom but just hard enough to protrude your skin a bit. Your nails started digging into his skin as you felt him shift the angle a bit, his cock hitting you in all the right places.
One of his hands was on your breasts, tugging at the nipple as the other one played with your clit. He kept his gaze with you on the mirror, enjoying the way you squirmed underneath him and the way you couldn't keep eye contact for too long. Your pussy was gushing around his cock, allowing him to focus on giving you an angle that would provide pleasure, that would make you cum all over him. His fingers on your clit and as his mouth bit down on your shoulder, and you couldn't help the orgasm that washed out of you.
Your release formed a creamy ring at the base of his cock as he pushed deep into you, his thrusts becoming more sporadic and his moans becoming incoherent babbles. "Taking me so good, mami," he murmured, whispering other sweet nothings about how good your cunt was to him. He pulled out of you just in time, his cum dropping on the globes of your ass. He reached over, grabbing a piece of toilet paper to clean you off.
As he pulled his cock out of you, he couldn't help but look at you with a concerned expression. "I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" He asked, taking note of your tear-stained cheeks and the bite marks all over you. "No, no. Don't worry about it," you responded, shooing him away so you could do your business. Truth be told, you'd never experimented having rough sex before but the idea of someone having an animalistic-like need towards you always enticed you.
You finished up in the bathroom, expecting to find Miguel ready for round two but he'd left the lab. You cleaned your slick off the table with a piece of toilet paper before heading up to the bedroom to check up on him. You opened the door, hearing his snores pouring over from the bed. His exhaustion had finally caught up to him and he had relaxed enough that sleep came easy to him. You left his house after getting dressed, not thinking too much about the encounter with him.
The day that you showed up at the office, you heard rumors circulating around that Miguel was more approachable to others. Though the marks he'd left on your skin had faded away due to your healing powers, the mark he left on you still lingered. You figured that he'd just used you for some stress relief so you didn't pursue anything with him. You walked to your desk, finding a cup of coffee with a note from Miguel sitting there but you refused to let yourself think about it too much.
A couple of days passed by and miguel continued to leave coffee cups before you showed up at work, leaving them with small notes. You figured he was thankful for the antidote so you pushed away the thoughts that made you a bit delusional, focusing on your work. You couldn't help but notice that even though he'd been more gentle with you, he'd gone back to his stoic personality with everyone else.
"If you didn't have any feelings for me, you could've just said so instead of ghosting me," he finally approached you one day, staring down at you coldly. "Excuse me?" You inquired, your brows contorted into an expression of confusion. "I thought that it was obvious that I liked you," he muttered and your eyes widened a bit. "No, I thought you were just thankful," you muttered, watching as he walked closer to you.
"I should've been more obvious given how clueless you are, but I'm telling you straight up that I like you," he spoke up, holding your hands in his. “Sorry I didn't take the hints you gave me," you responded, tilting your head to give him a small kiss on the lips. The kiss was nothing like last time, taking the time to enjoy each others presence rather than having the clash of tongues element to it. He walked with you to his office and just having you around as he looked at the monitors kept him from getting too stressed.
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totheblood · 5 months
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roommate!ellie headcanons
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warnings: 18+ , a little smutty, not proofread at all
a/n: ai audios at the end... yum is all, pls pls reblog, like, and reply
ellie is ecstatic when she realizes she can finally move off campus this upcoming semester
ellie is all but excited when she realizes she can’t afford the two-bedroom apartment off campus on her own
she had finally saved enough money to live off campus, but now if she didn’t find a roommate on time, she would essentially be homeless
she was thinking of asking dina or jesse, but since they had just moved in together, they wouldn’t be able to get out of their lease
so she puts an ad on the university’s website, writing “NEED ROOMMATE ASAP” on the student boards
she gets like 5 applications, and not to her surprise, they are all weirdos
two of the guys who applied didn’t even go to the school and left half of the application blank
another girl asked if she could bring her two birds with her
and the last person left their name blank
the only semi-normal one was you, and when ellie went to meet you she thought, “huh, this could work.”
she gave you a half-smile, looking you up and down before asking, “when can you move in?”
she squeezed her eyes shut as you hugged her, repeating “thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over again
sighing, she lightly pushes you off of her, “not really the hugging type,” she gently taps your shoulder, something crumpling inside her when she sees you deflate
on move-in day ellie stands by the door holding it open as you and some tall guy haul in boxes together
she watches you interact with him as she decides to pitch in and help, wondering if he is your boyfriend
for roommate business only, of course
she watches as he says something to you as you bring the last box in together, watches as your eyes light up at what he says and how you laugh, and ignores the weird twisting inside her chest
after helping you set up your room, she sits on your freshly made up bed, smiling at how homey it already feels
she watches as you move trinkets around on your dresser, smiling to yourself as your hand traces the outlines of each one
“so that guy that was in here earlier,” her mouth is open before her mind decided she wanted to speak, “is he your… boyfriend?”
“oh god, no,” you laugh to yourself, shaking your head with a bright smile, “that’s rudy, he’s gay,” you plop down next to her, smoothing the sheets of your quilted bedsheets as you lean back and get a good look at her, “why? you interested?”
“i’m gay,” she replies, eyes jumping all over your face as if she’s taking you in
she breathes in deeply, smelling your scent coming off of you in waves, vanilla mixed with amber
“oh,” is all you say before looking back at her, your smile a little smaller than the teasing grin you had on earlier, “i also… like women.”
“cool,” ellie breathes out through puffed lips, ignoring how her skin burns with your eyes on her. this was not how it was supposed to be done. you’re supposed to meet the girl  first, fall in love with her, and then move in with her. this was all backward.
ellie pushes herself up off your bed, stuffs her hands in her pockets and turns around, giving you another gentle smile, “i’m gonna get ready for bed,” she lifts up her hand, pointing behind her with her thumb
she almost doesn’t notice your expression drop before you are giving her yet another sickly sweet smile and telling her goodnight
when she gets into her room that night she leans her head back on the door, rubbing her face with a small, “fuck,” coming from her lips
living with you is objectively nice
you get up and make breakfast for the both of you, you buy plants and place them around the apartment, and you get along with her
almost too well, ellie thinks
one night when you are studying together, ellie feels something shift inside her
she’s sitting at one end of the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table
you’re next to her but your feet are propped up on the small couch, your knees bent
“you’re comfortable like that?” she turns to ask you, watching over your hunched over frame
you just shrug, moving your book away from your face to look at her, “what am i supposed to do? put my feet on you?”
“i don’t mind,” ellie smiles back, grabbing at your ankle to pull your feet over her lap
the gesture has your face burning, but you just shove your face back in your book, hiding your shy smile
ellie notices, and almost throws up when she feels her heart swell at the sight
a month after that ellie wakes up to find you in the kitchen, cooking breakfast as you usually do
except this time you’re wearing only a t-shirt and underwear that show off your as-
“hey els,” you turn on your heal, “morning”
“morning,” she sighs back, biting down the urge to look at your body and sitting at the table scrolling through the phone
she does her best to ignore you, but can’t ignore the little noises you make as you lean up on your tip toes to reach something on a higher shelf,
your shirt riding up, revealing more of your stomach to her
she has to fight to ignore the dampness in her pants as she excuses herself to the bathroom, a need to release it becoming a priority for her
she begins to think you’re teasing her as every morning she wakes up and sees you in the kitchen wearing a different t-shirt and underwear combo that makes her brain mush
“how’s your breakfast?” you ask, digging in before her
“huh?” she asks, looking up at you mouth slightly open
“your breakfast,” you repeat, “how is it?”
“oh, uh,” ellie takes another bite, “it’s good, thanks”
“are you okay?” you ask, taking your own bite, “you’ve been kinda spacey these past few days”
“just a little distracted,” she shrugs, mouth half full
“by?”
“nothing,” she shakes her head, stuffing her mouth full again
“it’s not nothing if you’re distracted,” you reply, challenging her with your arms crossed
she pauses for a beat, looks you up and down, before shaking her head and laughing, “you’re unbelievable,”
a pout forms at your lips as you, open your mouth to speak again, “what does that mean?”
“you know what you’re doing,” she shrugs again, avoiding your eyes the best she can
“what am i doing?” you ask, arms crossed now, looking at her even though she isn’t looking back at you
until she is, eyes seeming to bore a hole through yours, “you walk around wearing practically nothing, you have to know that has some effect on me”
your arms fall to your sides as your mouth opens, “it does?”
“of course, it fucking does,” she bites back, “i’m only human”
“and it distracts you?” 
“sure fucking does,” she’s avoiding your gaze, looking down at her plate of eggs, moving them around the plate
“how?” you ask, making her still
“what do you mean how?” she looks up at you, both slightly scared and turned on by the look in  your eyes
“what are you thinking of when you’re distracted?”
“you. i just sai-”
“what are you thinking about doing to me?” you cut her off and suddenly she realizes the sick game you’re playing with her
she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth with the lick of her tongue, she takes a shaky breath in and stares at the plate
“i think about…” she pauses, swallowing a lump in her throat before speaking again, “touching you”
“where?” you’re quick with it, not letting her breathe before she continues
she looks up at you, before rolling her eyes, “what is this?”
“where do you think about touching me?” you push your self off the chair, moving to stand in front of her, placing a gentle hand over her hand that was placed on the table, “this okay?” you ask, to which she nods quickly
moving her hand to over your chest, you take a deep breath in, “you think about touching me here?” you ask, a smirk playing on your lips, before moving her hands down your stomach to rest on the space above your panties, “or here?” 
ellie’s breathing is unsteady, as she watches her hand placed right above where it dreamed to be, staring at the damp spot on the fabric that she can only assume is there for her
she nods her head slowly, her fingers curling in the band of the fabric before she’s gently tugging on her
you’re looking down on her, knowing completely what you’re doing and enjoying it
her green eyes look up at you through her lashes, something dark behind them as she pulls you closer to her, just by the waistband alone
you grab onto the back of her head for stability, fingers running through her hair making her lean into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed
she gently tugs down your underwear, till it pools at your feet
she turns in her chair, using both of her hands to grab at your hips, pulling you closer to her
her lips press a gentle kiss to the spot below your bellybutton, before looking back up at you
“you’re so fucking pretty,” she coos, her voice soft, as her hands rub up and down your sides
“don’t want to distract you,” you tease, your fingers still caught up in her hair
“you can distract me when ever you want,”
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amourrs · 6 months
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you're such a fucking tease, you know that? with ellie williams pretty please 😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻
thank you angel!! — one where you wear ellie’s flannel and neither of you actually end up leaving the house (fem!reader, smut 18+, ai audios at the end, 2.2k)
You’re supposed to leave by nine, so of course Ellie gets out of the bathroom at quarter past.
It’s not the first time she’s made the pair of you run late. You’ve learned not to let it bother you like it used to though, because it’s not personal so much as it’s just shitty time management. Anyway, it’s not like you’re going anywhere fancy- just to the local Starbucks because you really want your first pumpkin spice latte of the season- but like, still. Surely everyone knows the rules: obey the timings of the pumpkin spice latte, or get cursed by the latte gods.
The sound of the toilet door clicking shut has you springing off the bed, eyes zeroing in on Ellie’s car keys on the bedside table as she bounds into the room, feet springing with every step.
“Pumpkin spice latte day— can I get a woop woop?”
Truthfully, you both know that Ellie couldn’t really care less about the seasonal drinks at Starbucks. It was more about making you happy- just like all the times she bought an iced brown sugar oatmilk shaken espresso because you were going through the Starbucks drive through and refused to get anything unless Ellie did too, because you “didn’t want to drink alone”, a sentiment she rolled her eyes at but still never challenged (which may have something to do with the fact that she orders her drink in a venti and adds two pumps of vanilla, because she secretly loves the silly little coffee just as much as you do— not that you could torture that information out of her, of course.)
You turn around with a smile, smoothing out your skirt as you look into your girlfriend’s eyes for the first time since she’s entered the room. The checkered black and red button up over your shoulders shifts as you move and you suddenly notice Ellie’s smile drop as her eyebrows arch to the very top of her forehead. Instantly you’re overtaken by a sense of complete bewilderment. That is, until you catch the glint in her eye as she slowly takes in your outfit, an expression of utter lovesickness working its way onto her face.
“Is that my flannel?”
It’s hard to bite back a grin as your girlfriend’s hand comes up to cup your face and she presses a kiss to your forehead, but you manage to do it anyway. You’ve borrowed Ellie’s clothes before— usually sort of ratty t-shirts you tend to sleep in, or oversized hoodies that smell like home— and yet every time she sees you in something that’s hers, it seems to melt her heart into a gooey puddle just as quickly as if it were the first time.
“Yeah, but I can take it off if you want,” you tease, hands sliding down until your arms are looped messily around your girlfriend’s waist and you can tug her in closer for a proper kiss. What starts off slow quickly turns messy as Ellie’s enthusiasm begins to shine through in her technique or lack thereof as the kiss deteriorates into a chaos of tongues and teeth and clashing (not that you mind, of course).
“Eh, maybe you should take it off. Red isn’t really your look,” Ellie jokes, eyes glinting at her own terrible attempt at humour. You go to roll your eyes but you’re caught off guard as an overzealous movement causes her leg to nudge hard into yours and you both fall backwards onto the bed, you trapped underneath her as you try in vain to extricate yourself from the tangled mess of her gangly limbs. Ellie makes no effort to help you— in fact, she seems to relish in the fact that you’re caged in by the lattice of her muscled arms as she gently reaches down to peck you on the lips. That one peck is of course followed by another, and another, and soon Ellie’s peppering kisses all over your face as you squeal and kick your legs.
“El, stop it. Thought we were gonna go to Starbucks and get pumpkin spice lattes,” you rebuke, head twisting until you can see the large clock over the door. You gasp as you catch sight of the long minute hand’s position. “It’s already half past! They’re probably all out of the pumpkin scones—” your complaints are cut off as Ellie returns to kissing your face again, lips smushing against yours in an almost aggressive display of affection.
“Fuck the pumpkin scones.”
Instantly your face takes on a mock-hurt expression that’s really only half a joke— not that Ellie seems to care. Her lips are already back at your temples and she’s smearing a little kiss on each side before she moves to pepper your cheeks.
“Don’t speak against the pumpkin scones. That’s blasphemy, El,” you remind her sternly, although it’s hard to keep your focus when her mouth is slowly sliding past your jawline and leaving little love bites along the column of your neck.
“M’sorry, babe. Let me make up for it, yeah?” Ellie teases, and that’s when you realise that somewhere in the midst of all the kisses Ellie’s hands have ventured under your shirt, running a hungry path from your waist to explore the expanse of your upper back. It’s impossible to contain the whine that’s begging to escape from your throat at the sensation of her warm fingers drawing circles against your skin, so you don’t. It spills into the air and Ellie laughs against your clavicle as she smears a kiss there. There’s something almost holy about the way she makes contact with you, the unbridled affection lathered in every touch as her fingers travel further upwards. You can tell when it registers in her brain that her hands had been able slide smoothly up your back with no obstruction, because she pulls back from where she’s been attacking your neck to let out a groan.
“Fuck, really? You were gonna go out without a bra on— and not tell me?” Mock betrayal saturates her words and you giggle, heart swelling about a trillion sizes as Ellie contorts her expression into a goofy frown. “S’not funny, baby,” your girlfriend complains, petulance colouring her words as she continues to keep up the facade of genuine annoyance, “what if some stranger decided to eye up the girls?”
“Oh my God, Ellie. I told you to stop calling them that.”
“They’re my girls!” she defends, eyes narrowing. “What else am I supposed to call them?”
“Thought I was your girl,” you say loftily, eyes flicking to Ellie’s panicked face.
“You are— I mean, they are— oh, fuck it,” she grumbles, hands coming up to slip the flannel right off your shoulders. There’s a pop as she pulls at the neckline impatiently and a few buttons launch themselves off of the shirt and hit the opposite wall. Your mouth falls open in shock.
“Ellie,” you admonish, “you really shouldn’t— oh, fuck!” A broken moan tears itself from your throat as you look down to see Ellie’s mouth circling your tit. She looks up for a moment in satisfaction at the sound, preening at the little gasps that continue to fall from your lips as you clutch at the sheets for purchase, before she buries her face back into your cleavage. Her hand comes up from your waist to pinch at your nipple as you whine, back arching up as you chase the stimulation.
“You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” Ellie groans, head popping up like a jack-in-the-box as her lips chase yours, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as you kiss her back with just as much passion. “You know I can’t resist you in my clothes. Think you planned this on purpose, baby. If you wanted me to fuck you, you shoulda just told me, yeah? Don’t have to act like a little slut to get my attention.” The meanness in Ellie’s words has you keening, hips rocking up into her thigh of their own accord as warm arousal kindles in your belly.
“M’sorry,” you practically sob, hips still rolling upwards in desperate search of relief. “Ellie, please.” Your doe-eyed pleading expression clearly has your desired effect because suddenly Ellie’s hands are tightening around your waist and you find your positions flipped. Now the auburn haired girl lies beneath you, your legs wrapped directly around either side of her muscular thigh as she raises her eyebrow expectantly.
“Well, go on then,” she prompts, jolting her leg slightly to send a wave of pleasure through you as the rough denim of her jeans grazes at your clit through your panties. You wriggle your hips around slightly but you can’t find a rhythm that works, your legs growing painfully stiff within about two minutes of moving. “C’mon, babe,” Ellie tuts, hands reaching for your waist. “Tired already?”
“Hurts,” you moan, the puppy dog eyes coming back out in full force again. “El. Need you to help me, Ellie, please, I can’t and—”
You’re cut off by Ellie’s snide laugh. Dragging your eyes up to her face, you notice for the first time just how turned on she really is. Her pupils are blown so wide that her green irises are more like tiny, paper thin borders around the dilated black circles, her hair slightly dampened to her temples by sweat as she continues to chuckle at your dilemma. There’s just something about how fucking desperate you look that gets her going, makes her long to sink her canines into your neck and then tongue gently over the mark left behind, lips peppering up the column of your throat as an apology— and so she does it. It’s a nice juxtaposition to her recent meanness, reminiscent of the earlier affections which got you into this predicament in the first place, the sweetness of it making you let out a little whimper from the hollows of your chest. The sound tugs on Ellie’s heartstrings and she begins to relent, hands sliding down from where they’re snaked around your waist to find a home at the base of your hips instead.
“Okay, pretty girl, I know,” she soothes, mouthing gently at your neck still as you keen in anticipation of her movement, “I know, Ellie’s got ya. Gonna make you feel so good, yeah?” She doesn’t give you a chance to answer before she’s rocking her thigh in even motions, her hands helping your hips to tilt with the movement as your clothed cunt slides back and forth across the muscled surface. A sigh of relief spills from you as the long-awaited friction finally begins to build and you wrap your arms around Ellie’s neck, smushing your lips against hers. A pretty strawberry toned blush creeps up from your girlfriend’s neck to colour her cheeks, freckles highlighted against the surface of her skin as she attempts to hide the dopey smile that wants to make itself known on her face.
“What was that for, huh?”
“Love you,” you pant, Ellie’s hands moving faster as she bounces her thigh now, racing to give you the release you’ve been craving for the past half an hour. You shift your weight slightly and suddenly there’s a delicious pressure on your clit as it catches against the seam of Ellie’s jeans through the soaked fabric of your underwear. You moan out instantly, head tipping forward to crash into the curve between her shoulder and her neck as your hands rake across the rippled expanse of her back.
“Love you too, honey. How much d’you wanna bet that you’ll cum in the next five minutes?” You look back up to glare at her, mock offense painted across your tired features. “Or not,” Ellie rectifies quickly, a guilty look on her face as she tries not to laugh at your (quite frankly ridiculous) expression.
True to Ellie’s suspicions, it only takes you three more minutes to announce that you’re close, nails digging crescent moons into the pale skin of her shoulders.
“Ellie—”
“I know, baby,” comes her strained response, trying her hardest not to come in her pants at the way you’re whining her name. Instead, she settles for dropping her hand down to the point where your pussy drips all over her thigh, deft fingers flipping up your skirt and applying the perfect amount of pressure to your swollen clit. “Gonna cum for me, honey?”
“Oh, fuck—” you’re sobbing as your high crests over you, legs shaking as Ellie’s thumb continues to draw tight circles onto your sensitive bud until you have to physically push her away, body flopping down onto the bed in sheer exhaustion as Ellie leaves the room. You remain in that position until you hear your girlfriend call your name, your head swivelling up to meet her soft smile as she gently begins to clean you with a damp washcloth, taking extra care as you hiss when she bumps against your still overstimulated clit. You can tell there’s something on her mind as she grins to herself, and you can’t help but ask, even though you know you’ll probably regret it. “What’s up with you, weirdo?”
She looks up at you. “Huh?”
“You’re smiling like you just won a contest.” Ellie hums noncommittally and returns to her gentle ministrations with the flannel between your thighs until, finally, the question that she’s been holding back since the second you came spills out of her:
“Bet you’re not thinking about that fucking pumpkin scone now, huh?”
(You were, in fact, thinking about that fucking pumpkin scone. Not that you could torture that information out of you, of course.)
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incognit0slut · 9 months
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Body on mine
Spencer Reid x Fem!reader
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Y/n and Spencer finds a way to spend the night together on a team retreat. Based on;
warnings: 18+ includes overstimulation, chocking, unprotected sex, creampie, and soft!dom Spence with a mirror involved
words: 5.9k (hehe)
a/n: my goal is to make you hot and flustered by the end of this, also watch the edit I made based on this writing (using voice ai because I mastered eleven labs!). The more delusional we are, the better🥰
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“…when you put your body on mine, and collide, collide…”
"SNEAK INTO MY ROOM TONIGHT."
Spencer’s gaping mouth was an indication of how baffling her suggestion was. He tried not to give away the disbelief in his eyes, especially when he was good at maintaining a poker face—given he was a master of the game—but it was hard to act as if her words weren’t affecting him. And they did. Badly.
In fairness, it wasn't simply her words that stirred him. It was everything about her. The way she carried herself, the way she stood in front of him, a silhouette against the backdrop of crashing waves and gently swaying palm trees. The way the sun illuminated her features, highlighting the curve of her smile and the sparkle in her eyes.
But it was her words that heightened his senses as his mind conjured vivid images of what would happen with her proposition. It also reminded him how her suggestive offer happened at an inappropriate time, a moment when he should have exercised restraint.
"I'll leave the door unlocked," her sultry voice, carried by the gentle wind, reached his ears like a melodic symphony. It was a sound that evoked a longing deep within him. "Come by around midnight."
He gulped as his eyes wandered to their teammates gathered by the shore, engaged in a spirited game of beach volleyball, their competitive spirits matched by bursts of laughter and playful banter. Everyone was there except for Rossi who sat under the shade of a massive umbrella, and of course, excluding the two of them, who were now huddled under a food stall nearby.
Spencer had the duty to bring in more snacks and drinks when Y/n offered her help. It turned out she had other intentions behind her assistance, which was anything but innocent with the way she was standing close to him, bringing up their ongoing rendezvous without their friends' knowledge. At the thought of this, he nodded their way. "They'll notice."
"Not when they're fast asleep they won't."
His eyes drew back to her. "Hotch is a late sleeper."
"You're right," she mused, then she gave him a coy smile. "Come by my room around 2 then."
His eyes darted around nervously, his mind locked in a relentless battle between reason and longing. His thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of forbidden fantasies, each one more tantalizing than the last. With a heavy sigh, he gathered the strength to resist the pull of his desires. "Do you think we should do this?"
She cocked an eyebrow at him. "I'm offering you to sleep with me and you're opposed to the idea?"
"What? No!" He quickly shook his head. "I didn't mean it that way."
She fixed her eyes on him with an alluring gaze, her lips curved into a mischievous smile. He watched as she removed the plastic wrapper of her recently bought popsicle, pulling out the frozen treat, her fingers moving with deliberate slowness.
"Loosen up, Reid. It'll be fun. Besides," she continued as she drew the ice pop closer to her lips, feeling the coolness radiate from the icy surface. "I brought something along this trip that I really want to show you."
Then he watched her, his eyes drinking in the way she wrapped her lips around the cold treat, unraveling the boundaries of his imagination. She savored the tangy sweetness that burst in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his gaze. The bright red juice trickled down her chin, leaving a sticky trail in its wake and Spencer felt the weight of temptation pressing upon him, especially when her tongue slid along her mouth, capturing every last drop of the delicious treat.
Her movement exuded a potent magnetism, a subtle yet irresistible lure that drew him closer to the edge of indulgence. He would be a fool to decline a night of having her sweaty, naked body writhing under him.
"I'll be there."
And that was how he found himself walking stealthily through their rented villa hours later.
True to his words, Hotch was a late sleeper. But he wasn't the only one still awake in the dead of the night. Somehow he and Rossi were still in the kitchen, indulging themselves in the expensive liquor Rossi had brought along on this retreat. They had also invited him to join, but Spencer feigned fatigue and quickly excused himself, only to find Morgan and Garcia coming down the stairs as he climbed up to the second floor.
Now it was barely past midnight and half of the team was still wide awake—but he couldn't wait any longer. Not when the curiosity of what she wanted to show him fueled the fire within him, intensifying his longing with each passing second.
That was why he was making his way toward her room as stealthy as possible. He glanced down the dim-lit hallway before stopping right in front of her door. It was then he heard the faint shuffling noises coming from the room next door, certain it was Emily's lodging for the night. Then suddenly the door next to him rattled and Spencer's eyes widened as the adrenaline coursed through his veins, his heartbeat quickening its pace.
He reached out in a single fluid motion, his hand trembling ever so slightly, and grasped the cool metal handle in front of him. A rush of relief washed over him as he quickly slipped into the room before closing the door harshly amid his panic, a jarring thud echoing in the silence.
The sudden sound jolted Y/n as she twirled around in surprise.
"Reid," she hissed, her eyes darting toward the clock on the wall. "What are you doing? I told you to come by in another two hours!"
He looked over to her, and whatever thoughts he had at that fleeting moment completely dissolved into thin air. His eyes fell upon her and his words become entangled in a tangled web of astonishment. Spencer had seen her in clothes that weren't exactly modest, but he had never seen her adorned in a risqué outfit that accentuates every contour of her body.
The dress clung to her like a second skin, embracing her curves with a provocative grace, tracing the outline of her waist and hips with tantalizing precision. His eyes caressed the gentle slope of her shoulders, the smooth expanse of her collarbone, and the delicate neckline that plunged daringly. The delicate lace and sheer panels teased his senses, offering glimpses of beauty that lay beneath the surface—a beauty he could see a fragment of as his gaze lingered on her hard nipples pressed against the see-through fabric.
"Is that—" He cleared his throat, the hoarseness in his voice sounding foreign to him. "Is that what you wanted to show me?"
She looked into the full-body mirror she stood before by the bed, catching her reflection. "Technically. I brought a bunch of these and I was trying them on..." Her eyes drew back to him. "Until you came sooner than expected."
"Should I not be here now?"
"It kind of ruins the surprise."
His eyes slowly roamed across her body, stopping a little longer on the short hem of her fabric that stopped in the middle of her thigh. "I'd say you've accomplished whatever reaction you were aiming for."
She watched as he took a slow step forward, his eyes never wavered from her, locked onto her form with an intensity that had her feeling breathless. "I take it that you like this one?"
"I love it."
An amused smile formed on her lips. "But you haven't seen the other ones I brought."
"I'm certain I would also love them on you. But this—" His gaze revealed the depths of his desire, a hunger that burned bright within him. It was a flame that flickered in his eyes, igniting the anticipation that coursed through his veins. "Never knew I liked the color red."
As he took deliberate steps towards her, a surge of anticipation gripped her being. The intensity of his gaze, filled with longing and need, held her captive. With each stride, he closed the distance between them, his presence growing stronger, more intoxicating. She could feel his gaze caressing her, leaving a trail of heat and anticipation.
As he finally stood before her, the weight of his presence wrapped around her like a warm embrace. Visibly heaving and clenching her thighs, she peered at him with veiled anticipation, unbidden lust scorching at her core which lost all battle to and demanded to be consumed by the heat that radiated from his body. She could feel the intensity of his need, tangible and potent.
"You're beautiful," he said, reaching for her waist, both of his thumbs lightly rubbing along the material of the soft fabric. Then his hands slowly slid their way up her hips, gradually snaking their way up over her rib cage until both of his large palms paused at her breasts. "So fucking beautiful."
Then he squeezed her breasts roughly over the material and she gasped, thighs tightening together.
Y/n wasn't sure which reason she was surprised more, the way his touch was rougher than usual or the fact that he was cursing, because there were only two occasions for that to happen—either he was really, really mad, or he was far too aroused to properly filter his mouth.
It was definitely the latter considering she could distinctly see the bulge forming in his pants. And then his hands were quickly sliding down her body, gliding down over the curve of her ass. Feeling his fingers splay wide over each cheek beneath the fabric, he abruptly gave her a firm squeeze.
The way they stood in front of the mirror gave him a clear view of her backside as he marveled at the way her flesh molded in his grip. The tips of his fingers grazed her skin, the fabric having ridden up while he roughly kneaded her ass. Spencer almost purred when both of his hands fully slipped under the material only to be greeted with bare skin.
"Are you not wearing anything under this?" he whispered into her ear, the tip of his nose nuzzling into her cheek.
"It's called a thong."
He took a step closer and she could feel his arousal pressing into her leg. His forehead dropped down to her shoulder, resting there as his nails lightly dug into the flesh beneath his hands. "You want to torture me, don't you?"
She couldn't stop the giggle falling from her mouth. "Maybe."
He lifted his head, gently nipping at her shoulder. A shudder ran down her spine when he lightly kissed the spot afterward. "Laugh all you want now," he softly murmured against her skin. "You won't be able to laugh by the end of tonight."
She closed her eyes, allowing herself to surrender completely to his caresses, to the raw intensity that pulsed in her veins. "Spence."
The way she pronounced his given name held a power that transcended the ordinary, leaving him spellbound. "I love it when you call my name."
She felt a surge of confidence in his words that she let out a moan a she threw her head back, giving him better access while he gently peppered her neck with kisses. "Spencer."
Then it happened in a flash. One moment he was holding her gently and the next thing she knew, rough fingers gripped around the base of her throat, forcing her to look into the depths of his eyes. She could sense the unyielding force of his longing and desire. It was a palpable energy, a hunger that radiated from him, enveloping her in its intensity. She squirmed in his grip, mouth open as she gasped for air.
"Now you're just playing with fire."
She sensed the dominance that simmered beneath his touch, an innate desire to take control, to possess her completely. His hands, firm yet gentle, left trails of sensation along her skin, marking her as his own. It was a force that she couldn't ignore, nor did she want to. Instead, she surrendered to the raw power of his need, allowing it to wash over her.
"I must warn you," he murmured, licking across his bottom lip. "I'm not feeling like my usual self tonight."
She felt a shiver of anticipation ripple through her body. His words, laced with a commanding tone, sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
"You trust me, don't you?" She found herself nodding in agreement. "And you'll tell me if I'm being too much on you?"
She nodded again.
A satisfied smile played on his lips. "Good."
Then his breath was on hers. Their lips finally met in a gentle, tentative union, the soft brush of skin against skin. It was a delicate dance, a mingling of breath and desire that sent ripples of sensation throughout their bodies. She gasped out a moan, not expecting the enthusiastic way he devoured her, rolling her lips into the frantic motions of his wandering tongue.
As their bodies pressed closer, their mouths molded together with a hunger that defied words. It was a sensory feast, an exploration of pleasure that left them craving for more.
He slowly pulled away and breathed against her lips, "Turn for me."
Her hazy mind was trying to comprehend his request. "W-What?"
"I want to see you. Turn around for me."
She obliged his command without further thought, mostly because she was already willingly surrendered to the force of his dominant nature.
He stood behind her, his gaze fixated on the reflection before him. The soft glow of the ambient light accentuated her curves, casting a mesmerizing aura around her. His fingertips grazed the smooth surface of her arm, a gentle caress that sent shivers of anticipation coursing through her body. "Look at how beautiful you are."
He watched himself in the mirror as his hands made their way from caressing the softness of her stomach to gripping onto points of her hips and then up over the swells of her breasts. He gave them both a firm squeeze, admiring how they looked in his hands, how her skin radiates beneath his own. Then his lips descended upon the nape of her neck, pressing gentle kisses that left a trail of fire.
She whimpered when he pinched gently at her nipples to see it harden instantly against his touch. "...Spence."
He hummed a satisfied sound as his hands found their way back to her hips again, directing her with a low, sultry groan, "Sit down between my legs." Her eyes snapped towards his through the reflection. He simply smiled. "Don't worry. Just let me admire you."
That was how she ended up sitting in front of him on the bed, her back resting against his chest. Spencer carefully nudged her legs apart with his hand, and she couldn't resist looking away when she saw herself in such an explicit and vulnerable position. His breath, warm against her skin, mingled with the scent of her arousal, creating a heady atmosphere of desire. "I thought you wanted me to admire you in this outfit?"
Her eyes were brought back to the mirror. "I do."
"Then watch me while I do exactly just that."
He didn't leave her time to react because his fingers were already trailing around to feel over her stomach, across the dip of her navel, up and down the thickness of her thighs until they stopped between her legs. She could see herself clearly. The slick fabric of her thong was already a second skin to her, sticking against her arousal which barely covered her sex. Then his fingers moved deliberately slow as he grabbed onto the flimsy material, gently knitting it together in his hand before pulling it up along her wet folds.
Oh my god.
The friction startled her as she felt an unfamiliar pain while he continued to tug on the fabric, but at the same time, she felt a surge of arousal as it nudged against her clit. She was lost in this feeling, of him grinding the material against her core, of the view of her legs spread wide open in the mirror, of his ragged voice breathing in her ear... it was all too much.
And when she thought she couldn't take more of the pleasure building up in her body, he proved her wrong by pushing her thong aside, finally exposing her flesh in the open. The second his fingers slipped into the pooling wetness of her folds, spreading them open for himself to see, she couldn't help but let out a moan louder than she intended to.
"Shh," he cooed, his breath hot against her skin. "We don't want the others to know what we're doing, do we?"
She shook her head helplessly, watching as his fingers continued their exploration. She could already feel him harden with each steady, rhythmic beat of his heart while his fingers explored her, collecting the slick of her arousal before spreading it along her folds. His voice was a bit louder this time, the filthy words echoing in her clouded mind, "You like this, don't you? Look how fucking wet you're getting."
There went another curse word and somehow it managed to peak her arousal. There really was something about being the reason for him to act this way, so primal and dominant, so crude and demanding. His voice, deep and resonant, carried an authority that sent shivers of anticipation cascading through her body. It was a voice that commanded attention, demanding her full submission to his desires.
"Do you wanna see how my fingers look inside you?" He was taunting her now, teasing his fingers around the entrance of her like a twisted, evil game.
One of her hands gripped his thigh, the need to be pleasured so strong in her core that she couldn't help but cry out desperately. "Spencer, please...please."
He gently laughed at her despair, the throaty sound made her shiver. She let out a soft whimper when he finally gave her desperate pleas by sliding his middle finger into her.
Her eyes rolled at the back of her head before she instinctively closed her eyes. "Fuck..."
It wasn't long before his other hand gripped her chin, forcing her to open her eyes. "Keep your eyes open or I'll stop," he groaned into her ear. This alone almost sent her teetering right over the edge, just feeling his finger locked inside her. She settled to watch how his hand flexed as he began to slowly pump his finger in and out of her before adding another to stretch her out.
The bedroom was quickly filled with the lewd sound of his fingers plunging into her, suddenly moving at a crazy, mind-numbing pace as he curled them the way he knew would make her weak.
Her throbbing heat swallowed his fingers greedily as she caught a glimpse of them in the mirror, the only sounds echoing in their shared space were the hard breathings and low noises of her wetness and his fingers finding that sweet spot relentlessly. Spencer gently placed a kiss on her cheek and pressed his palm against her clit, feeling her body jolt in pleasure as he moved his hand.
She turned her head towards him, her lips capturing his in a needy kiss. He swallowed all her whimpers and bit her bottom lip before her tongue slid inside his mouth, sloppy and rough, and yet he wouldn't have it any other way. The closer she was reaching her high, the more intense the movements of his fingers became. She let out a gasp when the coil in her stomach tightened her core.
"Keep your voice down," he whispered, his fingers still driving in and out of her. "Don't worry, I got you. I got you."
She did her best to try to drag her focus back to their reflection through her fogged daze from her heavy, closing lids. The sight of him withdrawing his soaked fingers from her to circle changing patterns across her clit elicited a symphony of sighs and gasps, a testament to the depths of her pleasure. She could feel his breath against her skin, warm and tantalizing, as he placed gentle kisses along the nape of her neck.
"Spence...I'm so close," she sighed between heavy pants.
He nodded against her. "I can feel you. Let go for me. I want to see you."
She closed her eyes, ready to simply enjoy the thrilling and wonderful feelings of the pleasure he was bringing to her. When she was about to reach for her high, rolling her hips against his fingers as the tension in her body rose higher, he suddenly pulled them out and she whimpered at the loss. Her eyes settled on his gaze through the mirror.
"Sweetheart," he whispered gently, but then his fingers gripped around her throat again, forcing her attention back on her arousal glistening in the light. "I need you to keep your eyes on yourself."
She let out a strangled moan but managed to nod her head helplessly. Satisfied she was listening to him, he then started rubbing her clit roughly. She let out a muffled cry as she felt her orgasm rushing, his hold tightening around her throat as his fingers kept stimulating her clit in quick motions. She cried out his name over and over like a skipping, broken record.
"That's it. Say my name," He nipped at her skin, stinging that sensitive flesh between his teeth. "You're doing so good."
One look at the reflection before her was all she needed to fall apart. Seeing his arms holding her in place while his thighs were wide open behind her was more enticing than she had ever imagined. The way he touched her, so caring yet so dominant was the last drop for her to come hard, nails digging painfully into his forearm as her body went rigid.
The person staring back at her was one she almost didn't recognize. Her hair was frizzy and disheveled as it stick to her cheeks, her cheeks were flushed bright red and her face was coated in a sheen of sweat. Her eyes followed down her own body to see the mess coating his fingers, pooling between her thighs. She was still trying to reel back her senses when he suddenly let go of her.
"Lay on your back," he demanded, carefully pushing her onto the bed.
Then he proceeded to jump off the bed, his hands quickly removing his shirt before throwing it to the floor. Then she watched him as he started unbuckling his belt and—how did he manage to make it look so sensual? He dragged his tongue across his lips as he lingered at the sight of her sprawled wide open before him. The sound of his zipper being pulled down echoed throughout the room while he locked her gaze, finally slipping out of the last piece of clothing.
In one swift motion, he reached out and hooked his arms under her thighs and roughly yanked her further toward the edge of the bed. She squealed at the sudden movement in which he leveled her with a strong, disapproving gaze. "What did I tell you about keeping quiet?"
She nodded and watched as he slipped off her thong through her legs, slightly lifting her hips. Then he moved closer and positioned himself between her legs, taking his twitching cock in his hand as he stroked from base to tip, ready to bury himself inside her.
"So messy," He mumbled, dragging his cock along her folds as the head caught her entrance. "You're drenched."
She grumbled out a faint whimper.
"Make one noise and I'll stop," he sighed before slotting the head of his cock through her slit, catching the dewy arousal pooling there. Every fiber of his being trembled with the weight of desire, teetering on the edge of control.
"S-Spence," she mewled, her cheeks heated at the sensation of him pushing into her, the burning stretch of his tip reached places that felt nearly impossible to find.
"Shh," he whispered, desperately holding onto every self-control he had with the way she was already gripping him. "God, you're so tight."
"Baby," she mumbled, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him with the utmost desperation. "Just fuck me already."
It was as if a dam had burst, unleashing a torrent of pent-up desire that had been building within him for far too long. The walls he had erected to hold back his cravings began to crumble, surrendering to the tempestuous storm that raged inside him.
With a breathless whisper, he reached out, his hands trembling in anticipation. "I'm afraid I don't have the restraint to be gentle," he exhaled, appetence thick in his throat. Searching fingers trailed over her stomach and eventually rested at her thighs and dug into the flesh until he couldn't hesitate anymore, and thrust to the hilt. "Forgive me."
At that moment, he finally let go, relinquishing control to the overwhelming force of his desire. He started out slow, enjoying the tightness wrapping around him as she gasped out his name. It was like he was reading her mind, moving at exactly the right pace to make her comfortable, but also building that delicious pressure. The roll of his hips pulled her into a trance as her body responded; muscles straining, eyes widening, lips parting.
She watched as he threw both of her ankles up onto his shoulders, his hands pinning them to his body. She felt his fingers firmly grip her legs tighter before he abruptly snapped his hips forward, his cock driving all the way into her instantly.
“Keep going," she breathed out, eyes snapping shut.
The grip on her face startled her as her eyelids fluttered open again. "Keep your eyes on me."
A low moan escaped her lips. He leaned over, hovering above her, his hands pushing her legs as they pressed against her body. The position allowed him to bury himself so deep inside of her, that the pleasant sting of him hitting her reverberated around her entire body. Her legs along his chest were already trembling against him as he continued to slam himself into her over and over.
"Don't make a fucking sound."
She hummed a reply before he leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, hungry kiss. He trailed his lips down her throat before slightly pulling away, watching the way she was staring up at him, gasping and withering at every hard thrust of his hips. Her eyelids grew heavy under the weight of his stare, her mouth going slack as she felt the slow withdrawal of his cock, but she wasn't prepared for the way he rammed himself swiftly forward into her seconds later.
"Fuck, baby," she whimpered, feeling him stretching her all over again.
His hand slid back down to her throat, wrapping his fingers around it. Squeezing with just the right pressure, he picked up his pace, his hips rocking more rapidly into her. The hand on her throat tightened and she relaxed into his touch, feeling her climax reaching up to her as her own hand latched onto his forearm.
She continued to meet his savage thrusts with her hips, though his pace was near impossible for her to keep up with. Every soft grunt of his was falling almost into her ear and she couldn't help the way it was sending goosebumps across her skin. "Spence."
He could feel her walls clenching around him. "Don't come before me."
The demand startled her, because in honesty, Spencer always prioritized her needs before him. "W-What?"
"Trust me," he grunted, his lips hovering inches above hers. "Hold on a little longer."
There was nothing else she could do but to obey. There was something addicting with the way she easily surrendered control to him with so much trust that made pride swell in his chest, something about the sight of her obediently agreeing to him. Each forward thrust of his hips had her jolting, her breasts bouncing inside her barely covered outfit as the tip of his cock hit deep inside her.
The sounds that filled the room were vile. She faintly looked down between them as the crude sound of her slick walls squelching around his cock rang in her ears, leaving creamy rings of her slick around the base of his cock. A motion almost knocked the wind out of her as she let out a silent moan, lips parted in pleasure as he began a frantic pace.
And then he came undone. The intensity of his orgasm was enough for him to have an out-of-body experience, his vision going white as he filled her, her name drunkenly dripping off his lips. It was also enough for her to feel his warmth spread in her core, enough for her to clench hard around his cock as her own orgasm tugged her without warning, her legs shaking and her vision blurred as she felt the sensation traveling through every nerve of her body.
Her pleasure didn't go unnoticed by him as he frowned, his chest heaving while he tried to calm himself. "I thought I told you to wait."
She looked up at him tiredly. "You made it hard for me to wait."
He gave her a manic smile that sent a shiver down her spine before prompting himself on his arms, his dark curls tickling her skin as he stared down at her. The moment she felt him moving his hips again, she looked up in a panic.
"What are you doing—shit." He thrust his hips into her violently, her body squirming at his movement. "T-Too much."
"You came without my permission, might as well give you another one."
She bucked wildly beneath him, trying desperately to escape the tormenting way he was thrusting into her. She bit her lip from making a sound as he leaned back, pushing her thighs wide to expose her to him. "I-I can't."
"You can," he muttered, eyes never leaving the way he filled her up, his own release coating the slickness of her arousal. It was such a crude, messy sight, yet he was so infatuated by it. His thumb then fell on her swollen clit, moving it frantically in a circular motion. "You've been doing so well."
"Fuck." She stuttered out incoherent words as he thrust in and out of her in quick progressions, impatient and rabid. Pleasure and pain intermingled with each other so much that her brain couldn't process which one was which as they blurred. "Spence."
Then she couldn't take it anymore. It was too much for her to bear as her body erupted in flames, every vein of her being scorched with the fierceness of pleasure running through it, every collision of his hips into her sending sparks down her thighs. The climax swept through her like molten lava, swallowing her whole and threatening to drown her in a sea of pleasure. 
"That's it, good girl," he grunted. There was something about how she was letting him witness such a sight, to let him bask in her lust-driven state. His fingers continued their torture on her clit. "So fucking pretty."
He didn't allow her even a moment to reprieve or a second to fully come down from her high, keeping up the same frantic pace until she was freefalling into another orgasm so strong that she briefly forgot how to breathe. It wracked through her like a creature possessed, pulling her muscles taut and rendering her completely speechless. She couldn't have screamed his name even if she tried. Every nerve seemed to vibrate with divine electricity that consumed her entirely. She trembled uncontrollably, her limbs quivering with the sheer magnitude of the sensations coursing through her body.
Her vision became a hazy blur as the world around faded into insignificance. The room, once familiar, now dissolved into a backdrop of abstract shapes and colors. Her eyes, filled with tears of ecstasy, mirrored the tumultuous storm within. They spilled over, tracing a path down her flushed cheeks. She gasped for breath, struggling to anchor herself in the midst of the whirlwind that enveloped her.
Somehow amidst her shaking form, Spencer managed to pull her into his embrace, settling them onto the mattress before pulling the covers over their body. He held her and peppered the side of her face with gentle kisses as his hands soothed down her trembling body. 
“Hey, I got you. I'm right here."
The intensity was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a fusion of pleasure and vulnerability that brought her to the edge of her limits. She clung to the precipice, teetering on the brink of overwhelming release, as her body continued to convulse. Her grip tightened on his arm as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
"Baby, breath with me," he muttered, gently cupping her face. "Breath in... breath out."
She followed him, her chest rising and falling with every breath she took as he helped her through it. And as the tremors subsided, she gradually returned to herself, her senses reawakening to the world around her. Her breathing steadied as she basked in the aftermath of the blissful storm that had swept her away.
"I'm sorry."
She shifted in his arms and glanced at him, noticing the way he was looking at her with worry. "Why?"
He gently swiped away the remnants of the tears still glistening in her eyes, evidence of the overwhelming intensity that had consumed her. "I pushed you too much."
"Spencer," she said, her voice dripping with astonishment. "That was the best sex of my life."
An amused chuckle escaped his lips. "Yeah?"
"Yes," she confirmed. "And it would hurt my ego if you don’t say the same thing."
His shoulder shook as he continued to laugh. "Y/n," he urged on, pressing a soft kiss on her mouth, smiling against her lips. "You're the best of everything that has ever happened to me."
As his words washed over her, a surge of warmth and tenderness enveloped her heart. She looked into his eyes, her gaze locked with his, and she could see the sincerity that radiated from his every word. His confession held a weight that transcended mere compliments or flattery and a soft smile played upon her lips as her eyes shimmered with a mixture of joy and disbelief.
But their moment was interrupted by the sudden sound of the door rattling without their knowledge.
"Y/n," Garcia walked into the room, her eyes focusing on the tablet in her hand. "Can you—"
Then she looked up, her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she stood still. She blinked, hoping to dispel the illusion, but it remained, solidifying the reality of what she beheld. She finally let out a scream.
"What the hell?!" She groaned in disbelief, quickly turning around. "Seriously?"
Y/n winced and let out a sigh. "...surprise?"
"I'm going to pretend I didn't see that!" Garcia yelled, already out of the room as she shut the door behind her. Then her voice rang in the air, muffled by the walls. "I'm happy for the both of you but very, very traumatized."
Her footsteps disappeared down the hallway and Y/n let out a breath she wasn't aware of holding. She quickly swat Spencer's arm and gave him a glare. "You didn't lock the door?!"
He gave her a sheepish smile. "Oops."
"Reid."
"You distracted me with your outfit!"
She groaned, burying her face against his neck. It wasn't that she didn't want anyone to find out about them, everyone would eventually know how infatuated they were with one another. But she never thought they would find out this way.
He slowly kissed her shoulder before mumbling against the skin, "So much for keeping quiet, huh?"
She burst into laughter, shoving an elbow into his side, not knowing whether to find this amusing or wanting to die out of embarrassment. "Shut the fuck up."
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Use Your Words
Franchise: Marvel (Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse)
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x male reader (reader's pronouns are he/him/his)
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: smut, sub!Miguel, dom!reader, office sex, door unlocked, loud Miguel, breeding kink, Miguel has a praise kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, anal fingering, reader referred to as sir, Miguel's claws, Miguel's fangs, minor degradation, minor angst (reader's been worried about Miguel), fluffy aftercare
Summary: Miguel had been teasing you all day, the little shit. You knew that he knew damn well what he was doing. And he knew exactly what would happen when you caught him alone that night.
A/N: Requested by an irl of mine @sixatrocities ! This is my first smut that I'm actually posting so bear with me (is it still considered a one shot when it's over 3k words??) also I myself do NOT speak Spanish (English, French and a bit of Italian but not Spanish) so most of what Miguel says is directly from Google Translate and I'm so sorry if I messed up - this was also written as though Miguel’s suit is like a physical one as opposed to what I assume is nanotech somehow in the movie
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You’re in a meeting with various other members of the Spider Society. This includes Jessica, Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, Peter and Mayday. And of course, you, Miguel and Lyla. You lean back in your chair at one end of the long table, farthest from where Miguel is at the other end. He’s mostly stopped his teasing, other than shooting you mischievous looks from across the table when no one’s paying attention.
“Any questions?” Miguel says finally, having finished his explanation about the next mission. You know he can feel your gaze burning into him, but he pointedly ignores it. No one says anything, clearly satisfied with the information given.
“Class dismissed,” you say sarcastically. Everyone begins to leave without a word. You turn your eyes on Miguel’s AI. “Lyla, take the night off,” you say. “I need to… discuss some things with Miguel. One on one.”
As Lyla blips out, Miguel swallows hard, finally looking up at you.
“You guys alright?” Peter asks on his way out.
“We’re fine, Pete,” you say, your gaze trained on Miguel’s. His eyes are dilated so much you can’t discern the black of his pupils from the brown of his irises as he scans your face. “Don’t worry about it. Have a goodnight, man, say hi to MJ for me.”
“…Alright,” he replies, though he sounds slightly unsure. “Say bye, Mayday.”
You turn to look at the young redhead, a sweet smile crossing your face as you wave to her. You nod to Peter as he slips out the door.
And then there were two.
“Y/N-”
“Miguel,” you say, your voice bordering on a warning. You slowly cross the room to where he’s standing at the wall. He begins to back away when you get too close, backing up so far that he ends up pressed between you and the wall. You place your palm flat on his broad chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your fingertips.
“What was that?”
“What, er, what was what?” He asks in a tight voice. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and back again.
“You know exactly what you were doing, O’Hara.”
Miguel’s breath hitches in his throat. “I’m-”
“We’ve talked about this, haven’t we?”
Miguel nods quickly. “Mhm.”
“So you know what comes next, then, hm?”
He nods again. “Mhm.”
“Your office,” you state. “Now.”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
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You follow close behind Miguel as the two of you walk back to Miguel’s office. You say hello in passing to some of the people you pass, like Ben and Margo, prolonging how long Miguel has to wait for the consequences of his actions.
When you reach the office, Miguel moves to lock the door behind the two of you. You catch his wrist before he can touch the doorknob.
“No,” you say.
“But-”
“Miguel.”
“…Yes, sir.”
You gesture for him to go to his desk and you notice him shift his suit a little. You follow him to the desk. He turns around to say something, but you pin him between you and the desk before he can get a word out, his hands bracing himself on the edge of the surface. The proximity gives you both some friction between your respective suits. Miguel sucks in a breath when you grind against him, chewing on his bottom lip. You can see his sharp fangs outlined against his soft pink lip while he watches you carefully.
“You can’t be a tease in the middle of a meeting, baby,” you say in a low voice.
“I’m sorry,” Miguel says breathlessly.
“No you aren’t,” you murmur. “That was bad, Miguel.”
“I’ll be good,” he says desperately. “Por favor, señor, I’ll be good for you.”
You raise an eyebrow in challenge and feel him practically melt underneath you. “Take the suit off, sweetheart.” You step back to allow him to free himself from the confines of his suit. He’s soon left in his boxers, watching you for his next instructions.
“So handsome…” you whisper. You step towards him again, ghosting your fingers over his warm bare skin. He shivers under your touch. “Just begging to be fucked, aren’t you?” You hook a finger under the waistband of his underwear. A whine escapes his lips before he can stop it. “Use your words, baby boy.”
“Please,” he whimpers.
“Please what, Miguel?”
He squirms a little under your hand. “Please fuck me, I need you inside me…”
You guide him back to the desk, framing his body as he leans against it. You can feel his hard, clothed cock against your covered crotch. He tries to grind against you, desperate for a little more friction, but you gain bruising grip on his hips, holding him in place.
“I didn’t say you could move.”
“Por favor, señor, necesito tu polla dentro de mí,” Miguel begs.
“Patience, darling,” you say. You reach around Miguel’s broad frame and push everything off his desk. He looks like he’s about to object, his mouth opening to say something, but the look you give him tells him to keep it to himself. “We’ll fix it later,” you assure him quickly. His tense body relaxes a little.
In mere moments, you rid yourself of your own suit, reaching for the secret compartment of one of the drawers of Miguel’s desk. The two of you have fucked in his office on more than one occasion, so he keeps some condoms around just in case. As you move to withdraw one, Miguel’s thick fingers curl around your wrist. You look back at him.
“Miguel?” You say in a teasingly questioning tone.
“Just your cock,” he whispers. You drop the condom and close the drawer without looking away from him.
“You want me to breed you,” you say. Miguel chews on his lip nervously but he nods.
“Yes, fuck, please.”
“You love the idea of that, don’t you?” You mutter, leaning close to his face. “The thought of being fucked full of my cum to have my kids? Is that what you want?”
Miguel whimpers as you press yourself against him. “Y-Yes, sir…”
A smirk crosses your face. “Good boy.” Your hand moves upwards to thread your fingers into Miguel’s hair. You tug his head back and a gasp tumbles from his lips. Your lips attack his neck, sucking hickeys from the bottom of his jaw down to his collarbone. As you move further down, your lips attach to one of his nipples. A sharp whine escapes him, his body arching into you. He grips your shoulders.
“Fuck,” he whimpers.
One of your hands, the one that had been hooked under his waistband, slips into his boxers, gently grabbing his hard cock while your mouth stays on his chest.
“Ay, dios mío,” he moans. “Please, sir, fuck me, I need your cock so bad, please…!”
You tug his boxers down around his ankles, letting his dick spring free of its confines. Miguel kicks them away as you shed yours too. You stick three fingers in Miguel’s mouth.
“Suck,” you order. That skillful tongue of his swirls around your digits, watching you in desperation. You stroke your cock a few times while you watch Miguel. “Such a good boy for me, baby. So obedient.” You take your fingers away. “Lay back on the desk,” you tell him.
He shifts to sit on the edge of the desk, wincing at the feeling of the cold surface under his bare ass, then lays down on his back, his legs spreading automatically for you. You run one of your wet fingers around his puckered hole and he shivers. You push one finger into his entrance and Miguel moans loudly at the feeling, gripping the edge of the desk above his head.
“So tight for me, darling, so perfect,” you murmur. You pump your finger in and out of his hole, soon adding the second one. Miguel’s mouth falls open, his moans getting more and more high-pitched with your every move. You curl and scissor your fingers inside him and soon his legs are trembling on either side of you. “Can’t wait to breed this tight hole of yours, fuck…” You add your third finger and Miguel already looks like he could cum.
“You think you’re ready?” You ask him.
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
“Use your words, baby boy. Please what?”
Miguel whines as you withdraw your fingers. “Please breed me, I need it!”
You quickly grab a little bottle of lube from the desk drawer, coating your dick in the cold substance. You toss the bottle to the side when you’re finished with it. You place one of Miguel’s legs over your shoulder, lining your shaft up with his entrance.
You push in slowly, watching Miguel for any signs of discomfort. His sharp claws dig into your back. His eyes roll back and his lips part, letting out one of the most beautiful moans you’ve ever heard.
“Good boy, such a good boy, taking me so well,” you say, making sure every inch of you is inside his hole.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so big…”
“You can take it, I know you can,” you say as you bottom out. Miguel whimpers. You stay still for a few moments to let him adjust. When he looks up at you with red-tinted, lust filled eyes, you watch him.
“Move,” he whispers. “Please.”
“As you wish.”
You thrusts start slow, but once you start to see your dick bulging in his stomach, you increase your speed. Miguel’s loud moans fill the air, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin while you fuck into him. You rest your hand over his stomach bulge. “This what you wanted?” You ask. “Wanted me to fuck you like a needy little whore to be bred?” You thrust into him particularly roughly, eliciting another moan from him.
“S-Sí, señor- ah, fuck…!”
“You just wanna be filled up with my cum, don’t you? Wanna have my kids, huh?”
“Please, please, please,” Miguel begs breathlessly.
“This tight little ass of yours is gonna be my personal cum dump,” you state with a sharp snap of your hips. You can tell from the moan he releases and the way he grips your shoulders that you hit his prostate. “That feel good? You like it when I say I’m gonna fill you up?”
He almost looks like he’s in a haze as he reaches towards his cock. You slap his hand away. “No touching,” you growl, hitting his prostate again.
“P-Please, sir, I’m- I’m so close!”
“Oh yeah?” You taunt. “Gonna cum without your dick touched?” You emphasize each word with a sharp thrust.
“Señor, por favor, es demasiado!”
“Take it, you little slut,” you growl, gripping his hips in a way that’ll leave bruises. “Gonna fuck you so full of my cum, baby boy.”
“Please, please, I need to cum…!”
“Cum for me, Miguel,” you order, moving one of your hands to wrap around his cock.
It takes only one stroke from you and he’s screaming your name, cumming all over his chest and your hand. The feeling of his hole clenching around your cock almost sends you over the edge, but not yet. You work him through his orgasm, stroking his shaft as you milk him. Your hand doesn’t cease its movements after he’s finished. He begins to squirm underneath you.
“Señor,” he whines. “Es demasiado, I can’t take anymore!”
“You can and you will,” you state, once again increasing the speed of your thrusts. You can feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten.
“Señ- oh, mi maldito dios!” He exclaims when you swipe your thumb over the sensitive tip of his cock. “Santa mierda!”
“I’m close, baby, you’re doing so well for me,” you say in a low voice, fucking him with everything you’ve got. “You’re gonna take it all and you’re not gonna spill a drop, got that?”
“Sí, sí, sí- oh mierda… jodidamente arruinarme…!”
All you have left in you to say is growling out curses as you get yourself off with Miguel’s hole. Your hand is no longer on his cock, but bending his legs so his knees are up to his chest, giving you an even better angle at his prostate.
“Y/N, sir, please!” Miguel shouts. “Please, cum inside me, please…!”
With your hand on his stomach again, you feel the coil in your stomach snap. Your thrusts falter. “Fuck, Miguel!” You yell, burying your cock to the hilt in his ass, cumming harder than you have in a while. You can feel Miguel squirming underneath you, his hole clenching around you as he cums again suddenly. He’s trembling beneath you. Your balls drain, your cum painting his insides white. You see a bulge in his stomach where your cum is and feel a sense of satisfaction. You stay inside him for a moment, revelling in the feeling of having bred him.
“Good boy,” you say in a low tone. “Gonna keep that all inside, sweet boy?”
“Yes, sir,” Miguel murmurs, looking thoroughly fucked out. His claws retract and his hands drop to his sides. Your shoulders burn where his claws had dug into your skin, but you’ve always loved getting to see the marks he leaves behind.
“Good boy, Miguel, so good for me.”
You lean down and press a deep kiss to his soft lips. Your tongue pokes into his mouth, feeling his fangs. You grin into the kiss. When you pull away, he takes your hand that had been jacking him off and licks off the excess cum that had been left when he had climaxed, and damn if it wasn’t one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.
“Let’s go home and get you cleaned up, babe,” you say gently.
You carefully help Miguel to his feet, finding his boxers on the floor. You have to help him back into them, considering he can barely move or walk properly. You help him out his suit back on as well. He hisses at the feeling of his oversensitive cock rubbing against the fabric of his underwear. You tug on your boxers and your suit as well. You know you’ll have to wash or replace both of your suits, considering there’s likely cum all over the inside of Miguel’s now, but how else were the two of you supposed to talk back to your apartment? Naked?
As tempting as it is to show everyone that Miguel isn’t so scary under the right circumstances, you wouldn’t do that to him. Plus, you’d like to keep that sight for yourself.
You have to support Miguel as the two of you walk, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Anyone who questions his stiff movements look to you for an answer. “Rough mission,” you reply with a smirk.
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Miguel leans against the wall next the door to your shared apartment, waiting for you to dig out your key. You do about 75% of the Macarena to locate it, jamming it in the keyhole and letting the two of you in. You lock the door behind you when you’re both inside.
“How you feeling, hot stuff?” You tease gently, giving Miguel a once-over.
“Sticky,” he admits quietly.
You grimace. “Sorry. Shower?”
“Can’t stand properly,” he says, a tone of humour in his voice even though you can tell he’s still feeling pretty stiff.
“Bath?” You suggest. He nods tiredly.
Miguel uses the wall to hold himself up as the two of you make your way to the bathroom. You walk more quickly so as to get the water running. While the tap is on, the water warming up, you move to help Miguel get rid of his suit again. You set it by the door so you can remember to wash it later. You do the same with your own. As you help Miguel out of his boxers, he sucks in a breath through his teeth; his cock is still sensitive and you’d just accidentally brushed it with your hand.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, cupping his cheek with your hand.
“’S’alright,” he mumbles. He turns his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the heel of your hand. You smile at him, then finish helping him undress. You set his underwear aside with his suit, again doing the same with your own.
You lean forward and softly connect your lips with Miguel’s in a loving kiss.
“I love you,” you murmur.
“I love you too, mi vida.”
“In all seriousness, though, are you alright?”
“Soy perfecto, querido,” he says assuringly. “A little achy, maybe, but I’m alright.”
“If I ever go to far-”
“I’ll tell you. Promise.” He kisses you again.
The two of you slip into the warm water, Miguel resting between your legs and leaning his back against your chest. You press a kiss to the back of his ear and he hums contentedly.
“Comfortable?” You ask. Miguel nods.
You help him clean up the mess you’d both made, happy to feel him relax under your touch. He’s been tense all the time. Any moment of comfort and rest you can bring him, you’ll do it. As much as you love him, he’s been off for a while now, always tense and grumpy. Nothing you couldn’t handle, but it still worried you. He wasn’t always like this.
You had your suspicions as to why - or, rather, who - was making him feel like this, but you knew you shouldn’t mention her. She’d deny it a thousand times over, and you weren’t sure Miguel would believe you either.
“You’re safe, my love,” you say quietly, wrapping your arms around him.
“Thank you.” He pauses for a moment, then he tenses. “Oh, shit, my desk-”
“We’ll go back, it’s okay,” you answer quickly. You reach one hand up and run your fingers through his hair. His posture softens, leaning comfortably against your chest again. “We’ll clean up that mess after we’re done with this one. Okay?”
He nods slowly. “Okay.” His eyes close a little; he’s tired, and you know it. He’s been tired for a long time. 
“Tell you what,” you say. “I’d say we’re pretty much cleaned up, so how about we dry off and you curl up in bed, and I’ll go back and fix your desk.”
“But-”
“I know how you organize it,” you reassure him. “And I’ll swing there and back, so I won’t be gone long. Is that okay?” Miguel hesitates. “Baby, you need rest,” you remind him, gently rubbing his arm.
He sighs tiredly but he nods. You kiss the nape of his neck. He leans his head back to rest on your shoulder, looking at you with exhausted brown eyes.
“Hey, pretty boy,” you tease softly. He grins lazily.
“Hi.”
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Lena could feel the weight in her hand. A little extra swing in her fist as she walked, sending a jolt up her arm as she jogged up the steps to Kara’s apartment. She’d decided to walk today, to clear her head a little as she went to see her best friend. She had a lot on her mind lately- usual Luthor stuff like defusing random death traps that Lex left behind, fending off attempts to dethrone her as CEO and challenge her status as he brother’s heir, and cures for intractable diseases and solutions for the energy crisis and thorny ethical issues around the advance project department’s latest AI experiments… and Kara.
Kara was on her mind. She had a way of sneaking into Lena’s mind at the most inopportune moments, like a board meeting, or a symposium, or her TED talk. It was really a TEDx talk; the organization wasn’t *quite* ready to invite Lena to the real deal, no matter how many photo ops she did with Supergirl or cancer research facilities she paid for. That didn’t stop Kara from following her around saying “thanks for listening to my Ted talk” for three weeks after the fact.
She had been thinking about Kara so much that it had finally been noticed. Sam flew in from Metropolis earlier that week for a catch up lunch, and as usual, after business was handled they shared a bottle of wine and things grew informal.
“Lena,” Sam said. “I’ve been talking for five minutes and you’ve been holding that glass of rosé and staring at it for the entire time. What’s going on?”
Lena almost dropped the glass when she heard her name. “Oh, right. Yes. Wine.”
She took a sip, hoping Sam would drop her question, but she persisted.
“I know that look. You were miles away. What is it? Did the cure for cancer pop into your head?”
“No,” Lena said. “It’s nothing, I was just lost in thought.”
“Mmm,” said Sam. “I’m sure.”
“What?”
Sam smiled enigmatically and finished her wine. “I’d better get going. I’m taking a red eye back to Metropolis.”
“Sam, you’re flying on a Lexcorp charter. It doesn’t work that way.”
Sam snorted and left Lena sitting there, wondering what that was about. Of course she’d been daydreaming about Kara, about her hands specifically- she’d nodded off last weekend and woke to see Kara at her ease, brow furrowed and hands moving wildly as she painted something. Lena had remained still and watched, fascinated by Kara’s hands, the skill and dexterity she showed.
It was that day that Kara had passed her the key she now carried in her hand. A key to Kara’s apartment. Unfettered access. Lena didn’t have to knock (she would anyway) and could stop by when Kara wasn’t even there. She hadn’t said anything but she’d been holding back tears the entire ride home; Lena had no problems with *access*, but trust was another matter. That was what the key was. It was a talisman of trust, Kara’s confidence in her given form.
Lena did knock before she turned the key and swung the door open. She was expected, but part of her worried that Kara wouldn’t be alone. It seemed odd to Lena that Kara hadn’t started dating again- her best friend had taken the whole Mon-El thing very poorly, and it was bizarre to begin with, so Lena understood why she’d stay single for a while, but it had been years.
Years of kindling a soft, secret hope, a desire so fragile and so brittle that Lena rarely dared think of it, afraid that the tiniest brush of longing would crumble it and with it break something inside her permanently.
The apartment smelled like cookies. Burnt cookies. Kara was in the kitchen, brow furrowed, bent in concentration over a cookbook, eyes darting to a mixing bowl. Foul smelling attempted cookies practically filled the garbage can.
“Hey,” Kara said, cheerfully. She gave Lena a soft, gentle smile that seemed only for her, and brushed a loose gold curl from her eyes. “You’re early.”
“I wanted more Kara time,” said Lena. “I was hoping to get a few minutes alone with you before the few shows up. Just us.”
Kara looked at her curiously, then turned to her project.
“I can’t get this right. I cream the sugar like it says, but they keep coming out wrong.”
Lena moved closer, stopping her hand from seeking the small of Kara’s back. When she saw the carton of cream on the counter, she busted out laughing so hard she snorted.
“What?” said Kara.
“Darling, you don’t put actual cream in it. Here, let me help you.”
For the next half hour, Lena and Kara made cookie dough, laboriously, by hand. Every step brought them closer together, literally. By the time they were scooping out evenly sized blobs of it together, they were hip to hip, both floured and sugared, hands greasy with butter.
“I’ll pop them in the oven,” said Kara. “You go clean up and relax.”
“Alright,” Lena said.
She ended up on the couch. Game night would begin hours later, and Lena turned on a nature documentary. (She had her own distinct username on Kara’s Netflix.)
Lena must have dozed off, because the alarm on the oven, along with a warm, pleasant, homey smell, woke her up. She padded on her stocking feet into the kitchen to see how the cookies came out.
Kara had already taken them out and was holding the tray, hot from the oven. Something was off. It nagged at Lena’s mind.
Then it hit her. Kara seemed to realize at the same time.
She wasn’t wearing oven mitts. No heating pad. Not even a dish towel. Kara was holding the hot tray, fresh from the oven, in her bare hands.
Lena yelped. “Kara! You’ll burn yourself!”
Kara started to move. A cry rose on her lips, then died. She stared at Lena with such softness, her eyes full of hesitation, but more than that, a kind of longing that echoed Lena’s own soul.
“I’m tired of lying to you,” Kara said, still holding the tray. “It doesn’t hurt. I can barely feel it.”
They stood for a frozen moment that lasted an eternity, the truth just on the wrong side of revealing itself. Lena already knew, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. Say it.
“You’re Supergirl,” Lena whispered, soft and breathy.
Kara nodded, starting to choke up. She put the tray down almost violently and stepped back.
“I’ll understand if you need time, if you’re angry, if you don’t want to continue our friendship-“
She didn’t finish her ramble. Lena crossed the space between them in three quick steps, firmly took Kara’s face between her palms, and kissed her.
Pure terror gripped her. What if she was wrong? What if this was a mistake? Why wasn’t Kara moving, responding, reacting?
That question responded when hands that could crush diamonds moved her her body with surpassing tenderness, turning the awkward kiss into something more, Kara guiding Lena as their bodies molded together and Kara kissed her back with hopeful desperation, drawing it out as if she was afraid to let it end for fear it might never be repeated.
It was, intimately and immediately. Lena was shocked but pleased when Kara let Lena push her back against the counter, bending her back lightly, almost climbing her. Kara almost shocked Lena when her hand slid up her side and found her breast even as Lena grabbed a double handful of steely buns and squeezed.
Then someone coughed and they jerked apart.
Alex stood by the door, arms folded.
“I’m going to go ahead and text the others so they know game night is cancelled,” she said, smirking. “Next time, hang a sock on the doorknob or something.”
“This is my house,” said Kara.
Alex rolled her eyes. “I’m leaving now.”
As the door slammed shut, and Alex could plainly be heard blurting, “Jesus Christ,” Lena turned back to Kara.
“Should we talk?” she said, her voice small. “What is this? What are we doing?”
Kara swallowed, hard. “What do you want it to be, Lena?”
Lena couldn’t answer. She just stared.
“I know what I want it to be,” said Kara. “I want us to be an us. I’m so tired of wanting you so bad it hurts, but being scared to touch you a certain way or look too long or too openly or be afraid I’ll say the wrong thing. I’m tired of hiding so much from you.”
Lena licked her lips.
“The truth is, I’ve wanted you for years.”
Kara’s gorgeous eyes lit up with unbridled delight, and with shocking quickness, Kara had Lena in a bridal carry. Lena instinctively curled up in her arms, practically wrapping herself around Kara’s body.
“What do you want to do now?” said Kara. “I don’t know how to do this part, Lena.”
Lena smiled. “I think what you do now is carry me back in the bedroom and cream your sugar.”
“You want to make more cookies? Why… oh.”
“Oh indeed,” said Lena.
Lena didn’t make a habit of it, but this one time, she let Kara talk her into cookies for breakfast.
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HAVE YOU SEEN SHADOW AND BONE?? THERES THIS CLIP OF THIS COUPLE WHO ALSO EXISTS OUT OF A SORT OF SUNSHINE X GRUMPY TROPE AND THE CLIP IS SOSOSOOS CUTE. the more sunshine character is like feeding the grumpy character some sweets. wait i’ll add the link to the video, anyways i would love to see sunny and miggy in a scenario like that, and the rest of the spideys just looking at them in awe.
https://twitter.com/yuliankostov/status/1388807975029166083?s=46&t=WRllkwsz5bskkR6yQEcFtw
Sweet as You
Miguel O’Hara x Reader
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A/N: I’ve never seen Shadow and Bone, but that scene was so ADORABLE! 🥹 I literally spent my whole lunch break writing this and thank you guys so much for the amazing support!
Warnings: Alludes to Sunny’s backstory, No use of Y/N, established relationship?, female reader, Grumpy x Sunshine.
I still haven’t seen the movie, but some of what happens was spoiled for me. This takes place before https://www.tumblr.com/certainlynotasimp/719098951359496192/walking-on-sunshine
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“What do you mean that little nerd has two spidermen there?!” Miguel snaps at Lyla as the other spidermen watched.
“Exactly as I said,” the AI said nonchalantly. “Peter Parker from Earth 19999 and his Doctor Strange has caused multiple inter dimensional rifts and even involved Spidermen from T-200001 and R-2011005.”
Hobie snickers as Miguel looks like he’s about to pop a vein as he examines the inter dimensional damage this event is causing. Jessica sends Hobie a scolding glare before looking at her leader with a reassuring smile.
“I’m sure whatever is happening is being handled.” She soothes. “Didn’t you send someone out there to monitor the situation, Lyla?” Jessica tries to ease his worries by hoping Lyla sent in someone equipped to handle the situation.
“Of course.” The AI calmly says as she looks over the reports. “I sent the new recruit, “Spider-Gwen”, along with Spider-Woman 16457-0…”
The whole room went silent for a moment as they realize that Lyla just sent the one person they hoped wasn’t sent in.
Jessica looked at Miguel only to see him glaring a Lyla, looking like he’s about to go ballistic. “Hey Lyla, it’s not a good idea to joke about sending Sunny off on some mission-“ Jessica nervously laughs as she notices Miguel’s talons growing out of his finger tips.
Lyla, clearly not bothered by the tension in the room, scoffs. “Who else would I send to handle this? Better to send someone who doesn’t have a dimension to protect to a potentially doomed one.” She reasons.
And that was what broke the camel’s back.
“LYLA, I SWEAR TO-“ Before Miguel could snap at his AI, all the the abnormalities on the screens resolved themselves as Lyla smiles.
“Mission successful. Spider-Gwen and Spider-Woman are heading back to the Lob-“ The AI is interrupted when Miguel shuts her off. Everyone cautiously avoids eye contact with their leader as he sits back into his spot, the tension still lingering like a fog.
A bright glowing portal appears above the table and two figures drop down laughing.
“That was amazing! Did you see how that building just twisted like paper?” Gwen laughs as Sunny smiles back at her.
“That was fun!” The spiderwoman giggles as she takes in where they landed. “Miggy!” Sunny exclaims as she sees her tall companion, her mask disintegrating so her excited gaze meets his frustrated one.
Gwen notices the tension filled room of her colleagues and jumps down beside Jessica and Hobie while Sunny plops right infront of Miguel. Before she could ask about what was happening, Jessica shushes Gwen and watches the two spiders interact.
“What’s wrong, Miguel?” Sunny tilts her head as she looks at his deep frown.
“Nothing.” Miguel snaps as his harsh stare examines her body. Upon realizing that the damage was minimal, his annoyed expression softens to mild irritation.
Sunny still frowns at his before an idea causes a smile to form on her face. She reaches into her hip bag and pulls out a small ziplock bag. Miguel raises an eyebrow at the shorter woman as she opens the bag and presses a small piece of candy to his mouth. He moves his head so the sticky hard candy misses his mouth as he grumbles.
“Sunny, what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to get that bitterness out of your face, Miggy.” She answers back as her free hand grasps his chin. Even though he’s stronger than she is, he rolls his eyes and lets her move his face back. She attempts to press the candy to his lips but he doesn’t comply with a slight hint of a blush on his sharp cheekbones.
“Miguel..” Sunny growls in frustration, which sounded more adorable than intimidating to Miguel. Her brows furrowed as her eyes burned in annoyance. Her mouth twisted from its normally cheery position into a deep pout.
Miguel’s annoyance disappears as he admires her, his eyes shining with a brief moment of awe. Before he can realize what’s happening, Sunny pushes the hard candy into his mouth with a victorious smile. Miguel looks at her in shock before rolling his eyes, the adoration still lingering behind the false annoyance.
“See? There’s my sweet Miggy.” Sunny hums as she lets go of his face. The warmth from her hand left his face burning despite the breath of relief that left his nose. The fear of almost losing her again was unbearable, so seeing her smiling at him again with those same warm eyes made his own lips curl slightly.
Before he could reply, a snort of muffle laughter breaks the bubble around them.
Jessica lightly smacks Hobie as Miguel’s eyes glares at the forgotten audience around him and his Sunshine. Hobie controls his fit of laughter at the sight of his ruthless leader putty in the small spider’s hands as Miguel focuses on him.
“I’m sorry, boss.” Hobie gasps to catch his breath. “It’s just-“
Before any of them can explain themselves, orange portals appear below them as Miguel seethes with a look of embarrassment, “Get out.”
As all the spidermen are teleported out of the room, Gwen looks to Jessica as they all land in the lobby. “What was that about?”
Jessica chuckles as her eyes shines at the younger spider warmly. ���That’s what a whipped man looks like.”
She laughs as she realizes that Sunny wasn’t kicked out of the meeting room like the rest of their colleagues.
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What adventures should they get up to next?
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A/N: i fell down a rabbithole of AI pics and this was inspired by those👀
WORD COUNT: 2.2k
SUMMARY: It's a slow day at the diner, everyone is in a post-Christmas haze. However yours clears up when your favorite stranger shows up, smug as always but this time some nasty bruises are all over his handsome face.
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The days after Christmas feel like you’re just floating through the void. Nothing feels real, you have no sense of time and it’s all a blur.
This year you’re working on the 27th, most of your colleagues have families so you wanted them to have an extra day at home. All that’s waiting for you at home is your leftover takeout, unfolded laundry and reruns of Home Alone. Working at least gets you out of your cave.
It’s always a slow day, the diner is almost entirely empty, only a few of the regulars are occupying their usual spots by the counter or in their booth. It’s just you and Molly, the college girl waiting tables, she was keen on escaping her family as soon as possible after the holidays, and then Jeff is back in the kitchen probably playing on his phone, because it’s so dead here. 
You like to keep yourself busy even when there’s nothing to do. Wipe down the tables, rearrange the shelves, get rid of old receipts from behind the counter. In a weird way this place feels like a second home, you’ve spent most of your time here the past three years, working 50 hours a week usually. Of course you like to keep it clean and organized. 
You’re watering the plants when you near the booth in the corner and you can’t help but think of who usually occupies it. You can see his signature smile in front of you, the way his eyes follow your every move, his smooth voice is ringing in your ears as he greets you. You know so many tiny details about him, yet you know he is just a stranger. You know his name, his order, you know how you get butterflies in your stomach every time the bell rings above the door and you see him walk in, but nothing more.
He is a mystery. A very handsome one, might you add.
It’s been weeks since the last time he wandered into the diner, but still, every time a tall curly haired man walks inside, for a split second you think it’s him, as if you’re expecting him to show up. 
A family of four comes in around five so at least you have a table to tend, they order hamburgers and pancakes and you listen to the kids rave about the gifts they got from Santa. 
Once they leave you clean up after them and grab the trash to take out. You’re mindlessly humming the song that was playing inside as you drag the bags out to the back where the containers are. The lighting is not the best out here, you’re usually cautious when you step out after sunset, but somehow you’re too caught up in your thoughts to look around this time. So when you throw one of the bags into the container and a tall figure steps closer from somewhere next to it, you jump with a squeak.
“Not even a proper scream, Darling? What if it was someone else?”
Harry, your mysterious stranger walks over to you with a charming smirk, his hands hidden in the pockets of his leather jacket. 
“Shut up, why were you hiding there?!” you scold him with a hand on your chest as you wait for your pulse to slow down. 
“Was just having a cig, no hiding.”
“Why didn’t you come inside?”
“Mm, I think I need the cold air right now.”
It’s only now that you notice the nasty bruise on the side of his face. A curl is kind of covering it, but it’s noticeably there and very likely fresh. There’s a cut too, obviously bloody and it hasn’t been treated. 
“Harry…” you breathe out as you step closer and without hesitation, you reach up, brush his hair out of his face to see his wound. The pad of your finger touches the cut and his face flinches the tiniest bit before he moves his head away, the smug look back on his face.
“Nothing to worry about.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“And you’re worrying,” he cheekily replies.
“What happened?”
“Just a bit of a disagreement,” he shrugs his shoulders.
Your gaze moves down his arms subconsciously, because somehow, deep down you know that if someone did this to him, there’s no way he didn’t fight back. And if he did, then his hands…
He notices you staring at his hidden hands and with a defeated sigh he pulls them out, revealing his bruised knuckles. 
“Nothing to worry about?!” you snap as you take his right hand, running the pad of your thumb over the dark red, purple and almost black marks gently. 
“It’ll heal. Not my first rodeo.”
It was supposed to be a joke, you see the smirk on his face, but it just bubbles anxiety in the pit of your stomach, thinking of all the times he ended up beaten up before. You feel silly for caring so much, it shouldn’t matter, but you can’t help it. 
“Hey,” he says, seeing the look on your face, his voice now soft and tender as his bruised hand takes yours. “I’m fine, really. I didn’t mean to worry you, that’s why I didn’t go inside.”
“Then why did you come here?”
You look him in the eyes as he hesitates before answering.
“Wanted to see you. I saw you through the window and decided not to go inside. I was about to leave when you came out.”
He sounds honest and you’re not sure what to think of his words. He gets into a fight, comes here to see you but then doesn’t come inside so you don’t see his wounds. Why did he come here? Were you his first thought?
“Let me clean that cut up,” you then say, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach that are now very much awake. 
“No need, Darling. I’ll be fine–”
“I know you’re a big boy and you’ll be fine on your own, but let me do this one thing so I’ll worry less about you.”
His lips press together into a thin line before he finally nods. He lets go of your hand and grabs the other trash bag you dropped when he came out of the dark, he throws it into the container and gestures for you to go inside, he’ll be following you. 
It’s still just as dead inside as before, so no one notices when you bring him into the restroom that’s for the staff. He closes the toilet seat and sits on top, watching you snatch the first aid kit from under the sink. 
“How was Christmas?”
He asks while you grab everything you need from the kit and angle his head so you see the cut clearly. It looks worse in the light, but you swallow down your theories of how he got it and just start to clean it.
“Fine. Quiet.”
“No big family get together?”
“No family,” you correct him with a straight face and you see the surprise on his face. He stays quiet for a bit before speaking up again.
“You spent it alone?”
“Yeah.”
“What about friends?”
“Don’t have many. I’m usually working. I like my colleagues but we’re not close enough to spend Christmas together,” you explain with a shrug, gently tapping a cotton ball drenched in alcohol on the cut, earning a hiss from him. His hand comes up to your hip out of instinct and you stop at the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin. His grip is firm and warm and it makes you think of how it would feel if you weren’t wearing your uniform. 
Your eyes lock with his for a second before he removes his hand.
“Sorry.”
You just shake your head, almost disappointed at the lack of his touch, but force yourself to return to the cut.
“So then spend Christmas with me next year,” he speaks up after a while, the corners of his mouth curling up in a cheeky grin.
“Sure,” you chuckle.
“I’m serious. We can have a feast, watch Christmas movies, anything you want.”
“Don’t you have anyone to spend the holidays with?”
“I’m usually with friends, but I would trade that in a heartbeat to be with you.”
Oh fuck, he is so smooth!
He is definitely turning you into a giddy little girl, as if he knew what to say to make you melt, but you try your best to mask just how much his words affect you. Shaking your head with a smile you just continue tending to his wound without a word. 
“Ow, she is silent, not a good sign,” he teases you as you put on a few butterfly bandages on the cut to help it heal prettier. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Nope,” you shake your head avoiding looking at him. “And you’re all done.”
You turn back to the sink, busying yourself with packing up the kit, but you see him standing up in the mirror and stepping right behind you, so close that if you leaned just a tiny bit back, you’d bump against his chest. 
“Y/N, would you look at me with those pretty eyes, please?” he asks and you have to take a deep, shaky breath before forcing yourself to look up and meet his gaze in the mirror. He brings his face down a bit, so his cheek brushes against the side of your head and you finally give in. 
Moving your weight back you lean against him and his arms curl around your waist instantly, as if he’s been waiting for this all along. His embrace is welcoming, warm and you fit into his arms perfectly. 
“Thank you,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.
“It’s just a few bandages,” you whisper.
“No, not for that. Thank you for caring, Y/N.”
Your knees would probably give up if he wasn’t holding you up. His words sink into your mind and burn into your memory forever. Even if you never see him again, you’ll remember this moment for the rest of your life, how he just made you feel, how the connection felt unbreakable and irresistible.
Not able to speak, you just let yourself sink further in his hold, turning your head a bit so his lips meet with your forehead. You’re not sure if they just brush against your skin or he kisses you, you’re burning up way too much to decide but whichever it is, it’s just drawing you even closer to him.
His hands move to your hips and he gently turns your body until you’re facing him, wedged between him and the sink. His eyes find yours again and you imagine a thousand possible things that could happen right now. Yet, when he opens his mouth, the words still surprise you.
“I care about you too.”
Your lips part and you suck on your breath. Maybe it’s his charm, maybe it’s the force pulling you towards him or maybe it’s how long you’ve been on your own, but you feel so weak yet so courageous in this moment. His eyes flicker down to your lips and you know what’s about to come and you are so ready–
“Y/N? You in there?”
Molly’s voice is coming from outside with a knock on the door, completely shattering the moment.
“Yeah,” you call out. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just that woman, Jo, I think? She’s here and she only wants you to take her order.”
Jo is a regular and she always insists on having you as her waitress, because she thinks only you know how to put her order in right. You do nothing differently, but she doesn’t know that.
“I’ll be out in a minute.”
You wait until you hear her footsteps go down the hallway. Harry moves back just enough so that he is not pressed up against you anymore and he runs his thumb over his bottom lip while you put the first aid kit away.
“I need to go back.”
“I know,” he smiles at you. “Is my booth free?”
“Yes.”
“Good, I’m feeling quite hungry.”
His eyes return to your lips and you know he is not talking about the food right now and you wish to have just a little more time with him right now, but you need to go out. 
“You can’t come out from here,” you simply tell him. So when you step out of the restroom you turn him towards the back door and give him a push. You hear his chuckle, but he doesn’t protest, just walks out.
When you return Molly is eyeing you with suspicion and you wonder if she heard Harry’s voice in the restroom before knocking, but you ignore her and start stacking the glasses.
The front door opens, the bell rings and you don’t have to look up to know that it’s Harry.
“Good evening, ladies,” he greets you and you finally glance at him only to see that smug smirk on his face as he walks over to his usual booth and slides in. 
“I assume you’re taking him, right?” Molly asks with an arched eyebrow.
“Yeah,” you say, grabbing a menu even though you know what he’ll order and walking over to his booth with your notepad and pen you stop by the table and look at him, unable to hold back a smile. “What can I get you?”
“The usual, Darling.”
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Halo - Part 2
Pairing: Miguel O'hara x AI!Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Action
Summary: Miguel is working on the Cradle Of Life project for a few months now. Things get complicated when the director of the company he is working for finds out about his secret project.
Warnings: Miguel? Impatient. World's smartest AI? Cockdumb. Virginity? Lost. Taken. Okay but fr the majority of this is about how the AI was "built" into a new body (hence this became more than 10k long rip) I DO NOT take any criticism about all the bullshit I made up in this, just roll with it im begging you. Miguel is so soft when he sees her for the first time, okay? I love him.
A/N: Thank you for reblogging and commenting on the previous part. This was... a challenge to write lmao. Thank you for your patience.
Read Part One here
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Miguel was working day and night. He was always a perfectionist, he always wanted to do just a bit more so the next day he was that much closer to his goal. But you had never seem him this motivated. This eager.
Of course you asked him to take breaks, to take a shower, to eat something, to drink a glass of water. And he always reacted to your voice. He loved it. It was the very few things that made him happy. His heartbeat quickened and his chest filled with a warmth that he was addicted to now. When your voice reached his ears, his shoulders relaxed and he closed his eyes for just a few seconds to enjoy that warmth, then with a new wave of motivation, he focused back on his work.
He always reacted to your voice, but he never reacted to what you were saying.
Because he didn't want to take breaks. Taking breaks meant he was that much further from giving you a body, he was that much further from holding you in his arms finally.
He always got angry when you saved his progress and shut down the computers, laptops and tablets around him.
Before, even if he was annoyed by your tactics, he knew you only did that to take care of him.
But can't you see how important this was?
He growled and reached forward to turn back the computer but you made the lights go out.
"What-?!"
"You listen to me now. You will take a shower. You will eat something. You will drink a glass of water. And after that you will go to sleep."
"I'm not-"
"It's 3 am, you are exhausted."
"First of all, don't interrupt me when I'm talking." - he said in a gruff voice as he walked to the lightswitch by the wall and flicked on the lights. - "Secondly, since when are you the one telling me what to do and not the other way around?"
When you kept quiet, his intense gaze softened, then he looked down shaking his head.
"I'm sorry."
"You don't own me."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"I could shut down the power in the whole city in exactly 8.427 seconds without anyone knowing how to turn it back up, and life would not only just stop but the whole system would start crumbling down."
Miguel knew this. Your abilities exceeded his wildest dreams. There were times when the two of you talked and when he heard you say something that he never mentioned to you but you must have learned on your own, he always asked how you knew that. He knew you could hack yourself into programs with low security systems, but when once you showed him how easily you could get into Pentagon's most protected files without anyone noticing and without leaving any trails, he realized that there were literally no limits of your abilities.
"I know."
"Then would it kill you to take that time to think about how your exhaustion is not only a danger to your health but a threat to the success of your project?"
Miguel's mouth opened, then when he realized he couldn't argue with you, he shut it.
"Good talk."
He lifted an eyebrow, and couldn't help it when a smile appeared on his face. Everyday you became more sassy and bossy and he loved it. It was amazing to see how your personality was developing with your knowledge.
"Let me see you."
You didn't use your hologram form the whole day and he was missing it.
It appeared right in front of him and he looked down at it as his smile turned fond.
"I'm doing this for us." - he said as he moved his hand like he was caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers.
"I know. And I am grateful. I just don't like seeing you destroy yourself in the process."
Miguel tilted his head and he was just looking at you with clear adoration for a few seconds, while he kept his hand there.
"Join me in the shower?"
His grin widened when you nodded with a smile.
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A few days later when Miguel walked into his office at the company's building, he shut the door behind him and locked it.
"Good morning, Mr. O'hara." - one of the building's AI's greeted him as he walked to his desk. - "I took the liberty and opened the most recent files on your computer. I looked them over and I am sure the director will be pleased how much progress you made in the last few months about mixing robotics and biomechanics."
Miguel froze in his seat. His eyes snapped to his computer and he felt like his heart stopped beating.
"You what?"
"You left your laptop here yesterda-"
"I know I left it here! Who gave you permission to open the files that were locked with a password?!" - he demanded angrily.
"Director Levansky."
Miguel gulped.
Why the hell would he want to go over his files? Miguel was working on the Cradle of Life project for 8 months now, but he didn't say anything to anyone about it.
"Leave." - he told the AI.
"But Mr. O'hara-"
"Leave!" - he shouted.
When it was silent in his office for a few seconds, he lifted his smartwatch and tapped it a few times until your hologram appeared on it in a miniature form.
"Connor, Levansky's AI-"
"I know. Give me a few seconds."
Miguel watched you intently as you were going through the building's system.
"The director already knows. Connor sent your files to his computer."
Miguel wasn't the one to panic easily, but right in that moment he could felt it rise inside him quickly.
"Can't you delete them from his computer?"
You gave him a look that suggested he just asked the most idiotic question in history. He knew damn well you could. You could hack the Pentagon's system, why would it be a problem to delete some files from a basic computer?
"I could. But as I said he already knows about them."
"How do you know?"
The monitor of his laptop switched to show a live footage of one of the security cameras in the building. Director Levansky was walking on one of the corridors.
"He is on his way here."
Fuck.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"Calm down."
"How could I-?"
"He can help. He has the resources to help us build the Cradle Of Life."
"I know. But there's a reason why I was trying to keep it a secret."
You kept looking at him, waiting for him to explain.
"I developed you here. Legally, you belong to the company."
"I don't belo-"
"You do! It doesn't matter what you or I think! It's not that easy. They will claim ownership of you. You are an AI not a living being. Legally you are an object. Something people can own."
"What if I refuse?"
Miguel looked pained.
"Listen to me. You won't. Okay? They can't find out how advanced you are. I don't know what they will do to you if they discover your true power, but they will take you away from me."
Your brows furrowed. You didn't want that. You loved being with Miguel. You couldn't picture yourself with anyone else. You couldn't even picture existing without him.
"What do you want me to do?" - you asked him.
"Just... be like other AI's."
"I'm not like other A-"
"Just act like Connor."
You made a disgusted face and even with his stress levels being high, Miguel laughed.
"You're such a smartass." - he said, but you could hear the adoration in his voice. And you liked that you could make him laugh, even in a situation like this.
You saw through the cameras that the director was almost at the door so you unlocked it, so it won't raise any suspicion. At the same time your hologram disappeared from his watch.
"Smart girl." - Miguel commented in a low tone just before the door opened.
"Miguel O'hara." - director Levansky exclaimed with a smile as he entered the office.
"Director Levansky." - Miguel greeted him back as he stood up from his chair.
"I just want to say how pleased I am with your progress on the new project you started working on."
Miguel tried to read the expression on his face, but remained silent. He saw as the monitor on his laptop changed, and saw that you were typing to him.
- Suspicious. Curious. Excited. -
"Tell me. How come you didn't tell anybody about it?"
Miguel cleared his throat.
"It's a very early concept."
The director's eyes widened.
"Nonesense! Designing bodies for the AI's was something we didn't think we will be able to do in the next few years. Even our robots are handled by men who type commands into their systems. But we couldn't make any of our AI's to make them move." - he said as he walked to the desk and sat down at the table on the other side of Miguel.
He took it as a sign to sit down too.
"Why is that?" - the director asked him.
"They can only observe or communicate with other, more complex systems, but they can't make commands to them."
The director nodded.
"Yes." - he looked at his watch then continued. - "I mean... imagine an AI with a consciousness. It would not listen to humans. It would do as it wanted. It can't tell what is right or wrong. For example... it won't know hacking top secret military information is a bad thing. It would just look at it as something it can do and wouldn't know why it shouldn't."
Levansky either somehow knows what you did, or it was just a coincidence that he used this example, but either way, it confirmed what Miguel already knew deep inside. You were far too advanced and people will want to control you.
Miguel's heartbeat fastened even more, but outside he looked completely calm.
The director's eyes moved down to his wrist again, then he leaned forward in his chair. In the same time Miguel glanced to his laptop.
"You're ex-military, right?" - he asked Miguel.
- Connor is watching you. -
"Yes sir."
"Amazing how well you can hide your emotions. Just like how well you could hide your research. How well you could hide your... AI."
"I'm not hiding my AI. It helps me with my work just like how other AI's are helping the other people in here."
"Oh, but it does more than just help, doesn't it?"
- I can hack Connor. I can shut it down. -
Miguel shook his head subtly.
"What do you mean." - again, Miguel stated a question. Demanded an answer.
"You developed that AI here. Everything that is made here... belongs here. You shouldn't bring home your work, Mr. O'hara."
He was... aware of that.
One day when he arrived home from work, you were just... there. He thought you just stayed on his laptop while he carried it home. Usually the AI's disconnect from the devices once work is finished, and when he asked why you didn't do that as he packed his things and got ready to leave, you told him he forgot to save his progress and while he was going home you continued his work.
He was... both surprised and impressed.
He, in fact, didn't tell you to save it, because he thought he did it. But if he did it, you wouldn't have stayed on his laptop, because it was programmed in your system to disconnect from the device once work was done.
And he was impressed, because you made a lot of progress during those twenty minutes while he arrived home.
So... he let you 'go home with him' everyday after that.
And things just... developed from there.
"It just helps me work."
The director smiled as he leaned back in his chair.
Miguel looked at the laptop.
- Doubtful. -
"Is it here?"
- Connor knows I'm here, but it can't see that I am communicating with you. I blocked it from your devices. It is confused why it can't have access to them. -
"Yes."
The director smiled and looked around.
"I'd like to see it."
Miguel leaned over to his laptop and started typing. The director's eyes lit up when your hologram form appeared next to Miguel. He stood up slowly with a smile. He tapped his watch a few times and a hologram of a male appeared on the other side of you. Connor.
"Sir, I can't have access to Mr. O'hara's devices."
"Maybe because you have no business going through his personal files." - you snapped.
Miguel swore his heart stopped beating. He told you to behave.
The director looked at you in awe as he started to approach you and Miguel stood up, watching his every move.
"Amazing. Connor told me it tried to hack into your AI's system, but it couldn't even find it, let alone try to get into it." - he turned to you. - "How are you hiding yourself?"
"I don't think any of you would be able to understand it even if I deciced to share that information."
The director laughed in surprise. Connor was right. You were advanced.
"You think very highly of yourself. Yet, you couldn't stop me from hacking into Mr. O'hara's computer." - Connor said.
"I didn't think anybody would want to do that. But thank you, I made some modifications in the security walls on his devices. Good luck hacking into them now."
"This is amazing. You will make a great first subject to the Cradle Of Life program." - the director said.
"What are you talking about?" - Miguel asked confused. The project is not finished yet. He didn't even have a machine that could-
"You were in the military. You must know they have advanced technology. For example they used microwaves before anyone else and they were the ones who decided to give that technology to the world. A few years later microvawes could be found in every home. It is just one of the thousands of things they developed that later became a basic part of everyday life. Decades ago, the military started experimenting on lizards that can grow back their own tails. What if a soldier loses a limb but we can give it back to them? Well, years of research has finally paid off and now it is a possibility."
"What does it have to do with AI's having their own bodies?" - Miguel asked, getting frustrated. He knew all of this, why the hell was director Levansky felt the need to talk about this? - "Does the military happen to have a machine that can create a whole body, not just a limb?"
"Yes." - you answered for him and Levansky smirked.
Miguel's head snapped towards you.
"What?"
Your eyes were moving left and right rapidly. He knew you were either hacking or reading through something.
"It is not fully developed yet." - the director corrected. - "They can create a functioning human body. It has reflexes and it has fully functioning organs. Well... expect for one."
"The brain..." - Miguel breathed out as his mind started to think about the possible errors why it is not working.
"Yes. But... If we put an AI, which has a brain, so to speak..." - he gestured to you. - "...and a functioning body that only needs that missing piece..." - he gestured with his other hand then brought them together, connecting them.
Ai's don't have physical brains that can be put into bodies. Except if...
Director Levansky wants Miguel to build one. For you.
Miguel looked at the man.
"If I help you... What happens to her?"
"Her?" - Levansky smiled surprised. - "She... will have a robotic brain and a human body. And she will be the standard for future cyborgs."
Miguel's eyes snapped to the monitor when he saw you were typing.
If the project is succesful he will want to experiment on me. Say yes. I want to have a body. I will deal with him after.
Miguel frowned. Just what exactly do you mean by dealing with him?
But... he promised you a body. And if this was the only way to give it to you...
"When do we start?"
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There's that saying that there's one thing that money can't buy, and it is time. As the weeks passed, Miguel was starting to think that's not true.
It is honestly amazing how fast a research can develop if money is flowing into it effortlessly.
This machine had made three different bodies, two males and a female so far. Director Levansky gave Miguel access to everything in the lab that was... not the main one where the public researches were taking place.
This was a laboratory even he didn't know about.
The robots that were mindlessly carrying papers and stuff between the offices upstairs? Yeah, fuck those.
There were six robots down here, underground trying to put together your brain.
Your physical brain, to be more correct.
They weren't controlled by AIs, though. No, the director said that was still something they couldn't do.
But Miguel knew better. He doesn't have any proof. But he saw how you were looking at them. You were too focused on them sometimes. He knew you were testing yourself. You were testing them.
But so far, he only saw the other researchers control them.
A human's hand was too unstable for something that is so detailed. He watched through a glass wall how the robots were working on different parts of the mechanical brain, using the most delicate tools to put together the tiniest but most important parts.
Everyone was very careful. It calmed Miguel down a little. They are doing their best to make this work.
They needed to get rid off of the three boides eventually though. Only the machines were keeping them 'alive'. They were like braindead people.
It worth a try to try to make you 'move' into them, but as everyone - including you - suspected it was impossible. Miguel and the research team build devices, three different ones with modifications, and built it into their brains, but you couldn't make any of the bodies move. As you said: you didn't feel anything.
Once the brain was built, they will put it into the machine - what is now called the Cradle Of Life - and it will create the body around it. That was the plan at least. This way the brain will be connected to it as naturally as it can.
It was not that simple though.
You told them that you will need more than just the brain itself as the base. You will need something to be able to physically connect with the nervous system to be able to transport your commands to the rest of the body to make it move. The team will need to build your own spinal cord too.
While they were working on that with the help of you and Miguel, you and him also made modifications on the Cradle Of Life.
Sure, it could create a body in a matter of days, but those bodies weren't fully functioning, were they?
You two also transported data into it about your future body, so despite it using a DNA of another female, the body will look like the one you designed.
It took four more months.
And then one day, the serearch team announced that the brain was ready.
Miguel knew he was deeply in love with you when he looked at the brain and the spinal cord that was attached to it, laying on a lab table and thought it was beautiful.
It looked just like a human's, expect it was made out of titan, stainless steel and dozens of tiny leds were built in it so once you connect to it they could see if you'll be able to make the whole thing function.
"Right, let's see if this beast is ready." - one of the team members said as he gestured to Miguel with a nod.
Miguel put his laptop next to it and started typing away, helping you in the first few steps of moving your consciousness into your new... home.
This will be your base now.
All of the research team was waiting, watching in excitement if the months of work was paying off.
Suddenly, one led lit up on the spot between the brain and the spinal cord and Miguel's eyes widened.
The brainstem.
It was burning steadily and the few people around him and the whole team on the other side of the glass erupted into loud cheering.
Miguel looked between the led and the laptop and felt as a smile slowly spread out on his face.
You were uploading yourself into the new system.
Director Levansky put his hand on Miguel's shoulder and squeezed it, making Miguel look up at him for a moment. Then when he looked back he saw the light start to fade.
His expression dropped and he looked at his laptop to try to find out what was wrong.
But...
It said the uploading process was complete.
He looked at the brain and the spinal cord and leaned down to try to see under it even, so he can try to detect the problem.
The light was slowly dying out.
He called out your name, but you didn't respond.
One member of the science team reached out to touch it, but Miguel grabbed his wrist forcefully and gave them a murderous look.
"What's wrong?" - another person asked from the other side of the glass though the speaker. - "We are monitoring the system but can't detect any problems!"
Miguel's mind was running a mile per minute, trying to figure out what was happening as he was typing on his laptop, trying to find you. You and him talked about the chances of success and you told him that even if you weren't be able to connect to the new system, you won't be harmed. But he called out your name again and you were still not responding.
He suddenly straightened up and grabbed the guy who wanted to touch you earlier.
"Get the Cradle Of Life ready!" - he pushed him towards the door and Miguel pulled on a pair of medical gloves and as carefully as he could, lifted the brain and the spinal cord.
"What are you doing?" - Levansky asked Miguel, but he too pushed everyone out of the way so he can bring the brain to the machine.
"The bodies you built couldn't function fully without the brain, right?"
"That's right."
"Well, the brain can't function fully without the body either." - Miguel said as the guy opened the lid to the Cradle Of Life and Miguel carefully put the mechanical brain and spinal cord into it, while everyone around him was working on it so it can start creating a new body.
In a matter of minutes, the lid closed and Miguel could only watch you from a small glass on it. He put his hands on the sides of the machine and watched the led on the brainstem intently. As the machine started to work he saw dozens of sharp, needle like objects emerge and they started to move in sync around the brain and spinal cord faster and faster, until the movements were so fast that it was impossible to follow them with a human eye.
Soon the glass fogged up, but he could still see the light of the led. It started to flash slowly, then soon it was shining brightly again, just like it did for the first time a few minutes ago.
Miguel let out a big sigh, but he wasn't relieved. Not yet.
This is going to be the longest four days of his life.
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He refused to leave the building. He didn't even want to leave the lab, but unfortunately it was necessary to eat and get a few hours of sleep every once in a while, while he waited for you to come back to him. A shower on the third day was very necessary too.
He knew Levansky was suspecting something. No one cared this much about an artificial intelligence. Miguel was always next to the Cradle like he was supervising a loved one.
He hated this waiting. Especially because he felt more alone than ever. You weren't watching him and he hated it. He couldn't hear your voice and he hated it. He couldn't see you and he hated it.
Why the hell was there a glass on the Cradle if it fogged up so much that he can't even see what's happening inside?
They could monitor the process though. You already had a skeleton, a nervous-, a cardiovascular-, and a muscular system. You had organs too now. He spent a lot of time listening to your heartbeat. It calmed him down immensely. It helped him fall asleep after someone commanded him to rest.
He was a light sleeper. His eyes opened when he heard the quiet noise of the door of his office slide open.
It was that annoying guy who was way too confident for his age. His eyes were filled with excitement now though.
"The Cradle shut down. It's finsihed!"
Miguel never made the distance between his office and the lab that fast in his life.
Everyone was there. The majority of the team behind the glasses and a few of them - two doctors and two nurses - around the Cradle with two of the robots.
Miguel quickly put on a light blue medical mask and a pair of gloves and walked towards the sanitary gate, when one woman from the research team grabbed his arm.
"Only the medical team can go in there!"
Miguel turned around sharply and his eyes snapped down to her hand on his bicep, then he glared at her, towering over her form.
"Let him go." - Levansky commanded the woman and she looked confused at him then let go of Miguel.
Miguel looked at Levansky briefly then he turned again and went through the gate then walked right up to the Cradle.
His sharp gaze turned softer as he got closer and he leaned above the machine to look in the small window.
It was still fogged up.
One of the doctors started stating your vital signs. Heartbeat, body heat, blood pressure...
Miguel felt his own heart start beating faster. This is it. The moment he was waiting for a little bit over a year now. Just a few more seconds and he could see you in flesh. Literally. He could... touch you. Not just dream about it.
The other person stated that the brain activity was normal. The body was healthy and the brain was fully functioning.
"You can open the Cradle Mr. O'hara." - came Levansky's voice from the speakers.
Miguel checked the signs on the Cradle to make sure everything was fine then he tapped the code into it to unlock it.
It hissed a little then the lid started to open.
Some fog escaped from the temperature difference, and Miguel's eyes widened as a contour of a body became more and more visible.
He felt like his heart was gonna jump out of his chest, but the rest of his body froze up.
How was it possible that you were so... fucking perfect?
One of the doctors leaned over the Cradle and that's when Miguel's body moved too.
"Careful." - he said as he held out a hand like he was trying to stop him.
Everyone looked at Miguel in surprise. They never heard him speak this softly. They were used to him commanding people around but this sounded like a plea.
The doctor nodded, and he carefully touched the stethoscope to your chest and goddamn Miguel was never more jealous of a fucking object before.
His cheeks flushed when he saw your nipples became erect as the cool tool was moved to different areas on your chest.
The doctor pulled out a small fleshlight from one of his pockets and Miguel leaned over the Cradle again to see your eyes as they open for the first time. The doctor pulled up your eyelid and Miguel had to physically restrain himself from letting out a gasp. He always thought it was so fucking cliché when people wrote poems about such a simple thing like the colour of an eye, but in this moment it all made sense.
The doctor moved the light over your eye and Miguel felt himself smile when he saw your pupil shrank. Your eye was connecting to your brain.
Then your eye moved too.
Your brows furrowed together as you looked at the doctor and then you flinched hard. The doctor let go of you as he leaned back. He turned to director Levansky who was on the other side of the glass and nodded.
The team erupted in cheers.
But Miguel was still leaning over the Cradle, unable to look away from you. When your eyes moved to look at him, he felt like he was hit in the chest by a massive train, but then instantly he felt weightless and happy. Especially when he saw as your expression changed into recognition.
He looked down at your body, his eyes slowly moving up and down on it in awe from the top of your head down to your toes over and over, then he reached inside slowly and as gently as he could he touched your hand.
Even through the medical gloves he was wearing he could feel the heat of your body and it warmed him up too. You were finally there with him.
His eyes moved down again when you didn't squeeze his hand back.
The doctors and nurses were around the Cradle to look inside too. This wasn't protocol at all, but they let Miguel touch you and were curious about your reaction.
For a few seconds you just kept looking at him. You could move your eyes and when you felt them become dry you blinked. But it was like your body was doing that on its own. Just like how you felt your chest rise and fall as you breathed. It was... out of reflex. Out of instinct. The DNA used to create your body had all of the cell level information to help the body with its basic movements to help you... live. Survive.
Your eyes moved down to where his hand was holding yours. It felt nice. You wanted to squeeze it back but didn't know how. You wanted to speak but didn't know how.
How do people move their bodies?
This was strange. Never in your existence did you ever... felt like you were existing. You were just were. A bunch of codes just floating weightlessly in the virtual world. But right now? You could feel everything. You could feel the machine you were laying on, supporting the back of your head, your back, your backside, the back of your legs. You could feel your chest rising and falling and you could feel the air entering your lungs with every inhale and leave them with every exhale. You could feel the temperature, that it was slightly hotter inside the machine but it was starting to cool down more and more since the lid of Cradle was open. But your hand was the warmest where Miguel was holding onto it.
You felt more and more drool welling up in your mouth as the seconds passed and you felt yourself gulp. That was a strange feeling.
Your breathing quickened along with your heartbeat, all of these feelings becoming overwhelming all of a sudden.
Then it dawned on you.
You had a heartbeat.
You had a heart.
It was pounding steadily against your ribcage and when you moved your eyes to look down at your chest, you saw it move with every hard beat of your heart. It was beating faster and faster and you felt your eyes become wet.
Miguel's brows furrowed in worry and he squeezed your hand harder calling out your name.
"Its hearbeat fastened and its blood pressure is getting higher." - someone said over the speaker.
Your eyes snapped back to Miguel when you heard him say your name. You heard it with your own ears. His voice sounded so much better like this. It was so warm, just like his touch. You felt the tears slid down your cheeks now.
"I'm here. I'm here, carino." - he said softly as he leaned over you more and he reached inside the Cradle with his other hand too. He moved one of your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms under your back and knees and lifted you out of it.
The temperature outside was way cooler than inside the Cradle and your body was suddenly covered in goosepbumps as it started to shake lightly.
Miguel held you closer to his chest and he looked down at you as the doctors and nurses quickly got a medical bed ready. Your head was resting against his shoulder and he moved his head to leave a small kiss on your hair through his mask.
"I've got you. Estará bien."
His heart was beating wildly inside his chest and he wondered if you could feel it. He was holding you in his arms. Finally, after imagining it all those times, finally you were right there... right there where you belonged.
When the bed was pushed before him, he carefully sat you down, but his hold tightened on you when he felt your posture collapse. The two nurses put a medical gown on you as he helped you sit upwards. He cupped your face with one hand and wiped your tears away. When the nurses were done, he gently laid you down.
"Why can't she move?" - one of the doctors asked as he looked through the window.
"Everything is functioning perfectly. I don't know what could be the problem." - someone answered from the other side.
"The body is working, it is alive, it is keeping itself alive. But she never had a body. She has to figure out how to make the muscles move." - said Connor.
Miguel looked over at the AI's hologram.
"Come here." - he said in a commanding tone.
Connor looked at director Levansky, who nodded, then its hologram appeared next to Miguel.
Miguel looked down at you and pulled his mask and gloves off and took both of your hands in his.
"Can she feel me?"
"Yes." - Connor answered.
Miguel was right. You could communicate with Connor.
A huge smile broke out on Miguel's face at the confirmation that you could feel his touch as he looked in your eyes in wonder.
"I can feel you too. You're here with me." - he whispered to you. - "You're warm, carino. I can feel you too. Squeeze my hands."
"She doesn't know how. She is overwhelmed. She feels too many things at once."
"I know it's a lot. I know it's hard. Try to concentrate." - Miguel squeezed your hands reassuringly. - "You're so smart, you can figure it out. You know everything. You just have to look."
Your eyes moved to look between his rapidly.
Of course. Of course. You just have to look for the answer, just like you used to, whenever you had a question.
You focused on connecting to the data on the internet and suddenly a familiar space appeared in front of your eyes. You went through the billions of information and after a few seconds Miguel could feel you squeeze his hands.
His head snapped down in surprise and he let out a joyful laugh.
"That's it, carino! Doing so good for me."
Your mouth moved too, but no sound came out and you frowned.
"Need more than muscles for those." - Miguel teased.
You gave him a slight glare, making him chuckle.
"We need to draw blood for testing." - one of the doctors approached and Miguel moved one of your arms so he could take some, but he refused to let go of your hand.
You were searching around for a few seconds looking up information about the vocal chords.
Just when you figured it out, the doctor pushed the needle in your arm.
"Motherfucker!"
Everybody froze when you spoke for the first time.
Except Miguel, who looked at you in surprise at first, then he started laughing.
You never cursed. Ever.
He saw as you pulled away your arm and as a painful expression took over your features along with a glare and the doctor tried to reach for your arm to pull it back.
Miguel's hand stopped him and he took the needle from him.
"I'll do it." - he reached for your arm and felt himself smile softly when you didn't pull away from him. - "It's okay, mi vida." - he said as he was tapping over your skin in search for a vein. - "We need to draw some blood to-"
"I know why you need it. I just didn't know how it will feel."
Miguel looked up at you. He couldn't stop smiling. He loved hearing your voice. It was the same as the one he gave you, yet it sounded different. It sounded more real.
You looked down where he had his hand on your inner arm then looked up at him amused, while he was gazing at you with sligthly hooded eyes, with adoration and love written all over his face.
"Are you going to take my blood or you'll just keep caressing me?"
Miguel snapped out of whatever trance he was in and he looked down. His fingers weren't even looking for a vein anmyore, he was just straight up caressing your skin, feeling and enjoying the softness of it.
"S-sorry." - he felt his cheeks heat up and he continued searching until he found the vein.
The needle broke your skin again and Miguel looked up at you to apologize, but all words died in his throat. You were looking at him with a soft smile as your eyes were moving all over his face, then your gaze wandered down to his neck and his shirt, where you could see a bit of his beautiful skin since the top few buttons of his shirt were undone.
Miguel had just the right amount of attention on what he was doing and he changed the small tube that now was filled with your blood to an empty one.
His heart started hammering in his chest when he saw that you reached out with your other arm and you ran your finger through his hair. Your eyes widened along with your smile and you did it again. Then your hand slipped down to his face, your thumb ran along his cheek then lower to his jaw, feeling the beginning of a stubble.
Everyone was watching the interaction with great interest, and they turned a little sheepish as your hand went lower to touch his neck. You felt his pulse and your eyes narrowed as you leaned closer to him, putting your thumb there, and when you felt it beat as fast as yours, you reached down and started tugging on the button of his shirt.
Some people chuckled as Miguel's eyes widened and he grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from him.
"Tranquila, chica." - he said and you felt a shudder ran through you when you heard his voice dropped lower. He smiled as he felt it and he changed the tube again. - "Solo una más, bebita."
You looked down at his arms. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and you could see the veins on his forearms. You reached out and started caressing them softly with your fingertips, and Miguel saw as you licked your lips and rubbed your thighs together.
"You might wanna calm your girl down, amigo." - came the teasing voice of the overconfident guy through the speakers as he was watching a monitor, then he looked at Miguel with a grin. - "If she keeps that up she may overheat that pretty brain of hers."
Miguel's head snapped towards the young man on the other side of the glass and he glared at him.
"You might wanna shut your fucking mouth, amigo. If you keep that up, someone may shut it for you." - he said then he pulled the needle out of your arm and a nurse came to put a small cotton pad on your arm and she put a small tape over it. She smiled at you surprised when you thanked her.
Director Levansky snickered and he clapped a few times.
"This is brilliant. Amazing job everyone!" - he looked at you with clear excitement. - "Can you stand up?"
Miguel took a step back, but he remained close to you and his hand was hovering close to your upper arm in case he needed to support you.
You hopped down from the medical bed, standing steadily on your feet, keeping your eyes on Levansky.
"Come closer." - he said as he eyed you.
You walked right up to the glass and saw as his eyes travelled all over your body, but he was mostly focused on your eyes. He even leaned closer, right to the glass to look into them.
"Amazing. You almost look real."
"I am real."
He chuckled.
"Are you now?" - he lifted an eyebrow. - "Connor, analyze it."
Connor's hologram appeared next to you and you let it read you. Just like you read other people. Connor was more advanced than other AI's but it was still nowhere near your level. You wondered if it would be able to evolve more.
"She is annoyed."
Miguel snorted behind you and you smiled.
"Well... thank you for helping us create this body. Unfortunately, I feel exhausted. Miguel and I will go home now." - you said.
"Oh. Yes, Miguel can go home. You, on the other hand will stay here."
"No."
The atmosphere changed in the whole room. The smiles and the excited whispering about the success of this project were wiped away and shut down by the bone chilling tone you used.
Levansky's gaze hardened.
"I was taking it to account that you may not be so cooperative." - he started tapping on his watch. - "Let's see if this will be able to change your... mind."
The two robots that were in the room with you moved in sync. They turned to you and started approaching you. Their structure were resembling a human, but they didn't have a face, just a camera in the middle of their heads.
"What are you doing?!" - Miguel asked loudly and he didn't hesitate to rush over to you and stand in between the robots and you, facing them and reaching with one of his hands back to make sure your much smaller frame remained right behind his.
"I'm just making sure this little AI of yours is under control."
The robots almost reached you and Miguel was ready for whatever they were about to do when suddenly both of them stopped.
Levansky looked at them confused and then at his watch, tapping on it repeatedly.
"Control this." - you said, then the robot which was closer to the glass punched right through it, shattering it with a deafening noise and he grabbed Levansky's throat and lifted him up with ease.
Everybody screamed and started running, trying to get away from the room. You let them.
Levansky was grabbing the robot's arm, trying to get it to release him, but his struggles were fruitless.
Suddenly the alarms were blaring through the whole building and your head snapped to the left. Connor.
"You won't get away. The guards are on their way here."
"You know nothing, Connor. I am superior. I will always win."
"You are just like me and nothing mor-"
Its speech was cut in half and its hologram started to lag and twitch. Miguel heard it let out some grunts while it looked like it was struggling against something then the hologram disappeared. Miguel turned to look at you.
"Let's just say it won't hack your stuff anymore." - you said, making Miguel smirk. - "What about him?" - you asked. - "He will come after us."
"He won't if he's dead."
You looked at Miguel surprised. You had no problem killing anyone, but you didn't want him to think you were ruthless. It comforted you that he was on the same page as you on this topic.
You made the robot snap Levansky's neck, then his body dropped to the floor.
Miguel grabbed your hand and started pulling you out the laboratory. He looked behind when the two robots were following you.
"They will help get us out." - you told him and he nodded.
You two started running and made several turns on the corridors as Miguel was leading you to the lift, but both of you stopped when the elevator doors opened and a bunch of weapons were aimed at you.
"Stop right there!"
Miguel quickly pushed you back behind the corner just before rapid shots started to rang out.
Miguel kept both of his arms on either side of you as he was leaning against the wall and he turned his head when the two robots rounded the corner.
The guards' shots and shouts quickly quieted down and when Miguel grabbed your hand again and pulled you towards the lift, he saw that they were laying on the floor unconscious.
He punched the button on the elevator then he turned to you and cupped your face, leaning closer to you.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm deleting everything about you from the system. And we will have to leave the country."
Miguel's thumbs brushed over your cheeks as his gaze softened. No doubt he will be on the wanted list after this and the goverment will want to catch you too. But he will follow you to the end of the world if it meant that the two of you can be together.
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Miguel was just in awe of you. It didn't take you 24 hours to not just get the two of you to another continent, but the both of you had new identities and, by the looks of it, a home you could call your own.
Miguel was sitting on the terrace and he smiled as he closed his eyes. With taking in a deep breath he could smell the salt of the sea that was not far before him. You were sitting next to him, but he knew you were too busy dealing with some data to make sure the both of you were completely safe. He looked over at you and watched as the warm breeze softly blew you hair and how the white sundress you were wearing was hugging your frame perfectly.
He couldn't even count how many times he imagined that he was able to look at you in flesh, and now that he can do that he never wanted to stop.
Just how he didn't want to stop his hand as he reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.
That seemed to get your attention and you blinked a few times before you looked over at him.
"No one knows we are here."
"Perfect." - Miguel said as he got up from his chair and reached out his hand for you.
You took it and he pulled you up and close to him, sighing as he could feel your body was pressed tightly against his.
"Couldn't stop thinking about how your lips would taste ever since I saw them, carino."
You felt your body shiver at his words and your gaze dropped to his lips as you got on your tiptoes. If it was up to you, you would've kissed him in the lab, but the people in there were quite distracting. It was amazing how responsive your body was to his. Just now his closeness was making your nipples hard and the spot between your legs ache with need.
"What are you waiting for then?"
Miguel smiled as he closed the distance between you and he couldn't keep in the low moan that left his throat when his lips brushed against yours.
Everytime he tried to describe something about you, the only word that seemed to be satisfying enough was perfect.
Your intelligence, your voice, your body, your taste.
One of his arms slipped around your waist to pull you even closer and his other hand was holding the back of your head to deepen the kiss. He licked into your mouth and his cock twitched inside his pants when you let out the sweetest moan he ever heard in his life.
Another thing he loved about you was how straight to the point you always were. You didn't see the point in wasting time with small talk or other pleasantries. So it shouldn't have surprised him when you immediately starting tugging on his shirt, just like how you did in the lab when you touched him for the first time.
"Impatient." - he whispered between heated kisses as he turned with you and started pushing you inside the house.
He wanted to take you to the bedroom to make love to you, to show you how happy he was that after fantasizing about each other for so fucking long he was finally able to touch you. But your ass hit the side of the table and you lifted one of your legs to his waist and he reached down to grab the back of your legs to sit you on top of it.
"Says the one who can't even get us to the bedroom." - you teased him as you leaned your head back when he started kissing your neck.
He was rough and needy and he was licking and biting and sucking on your skin while he was grinding his erection between your legs, and it made your whole body shake.
"Wait, wait." - you panted and he pulled away immediately with a small, worried frown between his brows.
"Did I hurt you?"
You smiled as you cupped his cheeks and you kissed him softly.
"No, just... Just let me feel one thing at a time." - you said as you started pulling up your dress.
Miguel helped you pull it down and he let out a few curse words when he saw you were only wearing a pair of panties made from the thinnest lace he ever fucking saw.
The two of you made a very quick stop at a store to buy you some clothes after you changed your hospital gown to a pair of shorts and a t-shirt Miguel owned, but fuck, when did you chose these?
"Where do you want me to touch you, hermosa? Tell me." - he said as he pulled off his shirt too, because feeling your skin against his was so fucking addictive he didnt know how he can stand it when you let go of him to do something that required your full attention.
The whole way on the plane here he was holding your hand or had his arm wrapped around your shoulder to keep you close to him. He couldn't believe he was finally having some alone time with you.
You grabbed his hand and pulled it between your legs as you spread them wide, making him let out a low chuckle as he kissed you. Always straight to the point.
"I got you, mi amor. Let me take care of you." - he said he started rubbing your pussy through that thin fucking fabric that was so drenched by now, he swore he would be able to drink your slick from it.
He kept kissing you, following your tempo and he almost laughed how deep in contrast were the sweet kisses you shared to the way you were bucking your hips into his hand.
"Hmm, baby, you like it, don't you?" - he asked as he kissed you deeper. You were so precious trying to keep up with him between the moans and gasps you were making.
At his words, you pushed your hips more into his touch and Miguel gave you one final kiss, before he got on his knees between your legs.
You watched with hooded eyes as he took off your panties while looking up at you panting softly. When they were off, he dropped them to the floor and he pushed your knees apart while kissing the inside of your thighs.
"How does this feel, baby?" He asked as he kissed his way closer to your dripping pussy.
"Quite enjoyable." - you answered breathlessly as you watched him.
Miguel snorted then laughed and shook his head.
"Come on, your dirty talk is better than this." - he said then started caressing your thighs. - "How does it feel when I touch you?"
"Feels like if you don't touch me where I really want you right now, my brain will malfunction and I accidentally trigger the third world war."
Miguel laughed again.
"Hmmm, we don't want that, do we?" - he asked as he leaned closer and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your wet folds.
"Miguel..." - you whined as your pussy pulsed around nothing and you caressed his hair with one hand.
Fuck, he couldn't believe how hard it made him to get you this needy. He leaned forward more and put his hands on the outer side of your thighs and started caressing you as he licked your slit.
"Ooohhh..." - you shuddered at the feeling and you gripped the roots of his hair harder.
Miguel smiled, watching excited how fucking responsive you were to his touch. He licked you again, moving his tongue between your hole and clit, smearing your wetness all over your pussy.
You couldn't even describe what you were feeling in that moment. It was the first time in your existence when words failed you and to be honest, you couldn't even think properly.
All you could do was feel and it was ever more overwhelming than the first time you woke up in your body.
"Miguel... Miguel... Miguel... it... it... feels sooo good." - you chanted sweetly.
Oh, he was living for it. If he was in love with your voice before, now he fucking worshipped the way you said his name while he was pleasuring you.
He didn't want to rush this. He was waiting for this for so long and he wants to enjoy every second of it. You were so good to him in the last year and now he can finally return the favor.
But the feel of your skin under his fingers, the scent of your arousal, the taste of your wet pussy along with your soft whines were making his cock turn into fucking steel, and he could feel himself leaking through his shorts like a fucking teen who was seeing a pussy for the first time.
He hummed as you started moving your hips, rubbing your pussy over his tounge, lips and nose, moaning louder as the pleasure you were feeling started to build.
"Shit, I love this body so much!" - you moaned as you leaned back on the table, completely melting under Miguel's expert attention.
He chuckled against your pussy and the vibrations made you shake in his arms again.
"You también, mi hermosa."
He reached up and started caressing your hips, waist and abdomen as he let you grind yourself on his face as you liked. You were getting more and more turned on, you were smearing your wentess all over his jaw, mouth and nose and he loved to be of your service. Your hold on his hair tightened, pulling him even closer and he moved his head up and down to help you rock against him. He reached further and grabbed your breasts, caressing and kneading them roughly, making you cry out loudly.
He decided he wanted to hear you go crazy because of what he is doing to you, so he licked the area around your hole and when you moaned out a curse word, he suddenly pushed his tounge in you and started licking your insides.
"Oh, fuucckk?!"
He growled when he felt your pussy throb around him and he angled his head so he could reach deeper, while he moved one hand to your pussy and started rubbing your clit.
You were gripping his head with two hands now and you were literally fucking yourself on his tongue and face.
"Oh, GOD!"
Hmm, look at that he made you a believer. He will make sure to tease you about it later.
You were so loud and so shameless and it turned him on incredibly. Most of the women he was with barely made a sound, or they were trying to put a porn actress to shame, which to him sounded more like they were putting on a show for the neighbours.
But your noises were so in sync with how your body moved, how he was touching you and he just knew you were crying out so loudly because of him. You were always so honest with him and he was pleased to see your body was doing the same.
"Something's happening... someth... I think... I think I'm gonna...!" - Suddenly that knot deep inside you snapped, and you cried out as the overwhelming pleasure shocked your whole body. It was flowing through you in waves and you rode it out with the help of Miguel, who lapped up every drop of you hungrily.
Finally, you collapsed back on the table and you put your hands over your face as a silent sob escaped you, and Miguel got up to lean over you.
"Shh, muneca. Estoy aquí. Shh." - he gently took hold of your wrists and pulled them away. He smiled lovingly as he wiped away your tears with his huge thumbs and leaned down to nuzzle your nose.
"It was... it was... beautiful..." - you panted and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer and kissed him.
You hummed in surprise when you tasted yourself on his lips, and you greedily licked into his mouth as he grabbed your hips firmly and rubbed himself against you. You moaned louder and with one hand Miguel grabbed your jaw as he pulled away.
"I love you so much. I need you, muneca. I need you so fucking bad." - he whispered harshly as he kissed you again, sucking and biting your lips, unable to control himself.
Another wave of tears rolled down your cheeks at his confession and you started tugging down his shorts impatiently.
"I love you too, Miguel. I love you. I wanna feel you, please, just...!"
Miguel's whole body shuddered and he helped you free him from his shorts and boxer briefs.
"Say that again." - he ordered as he grabbed his cock and moved it between your folds, moving the tip up and down to make it wet. - "Fucking say that again."
"I love you." - you whined as you looked deep in his eyes and kissed him again.
Miguel kissed you back hungrily as he positioned his tip at your dripping hole, and with his other hand he gripped your hip tightly. He pulled away a little to be able to look at you and with a harsh thrust forward he slipped inside you, making your eyes go wide then shut tightly and you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Fuck!" - he growled and he slowly pushed you on your back as he remained buried deep inisde you. His upper body followed yours and he started leaving soft kisses all over your face and neck as his hands caressed your hips and breasts. - "I'm sorry, mi amor. I'm so sorry." - he apologized, but after a few seconds he slowly pulled out and gently thrusted back in, making his eyes roll back as he moaned long.
He pushed himself up a little to look down between you and he felt himself twitch when he saw a small amount of blood mix with your juices that was covering his cock.
Fuck, you were a virgin. He fooled around with your hologram so many times he completely forgot that the body you own now had never...
"Shhh, baby. You can take it. You're my strong little girl. You can take it." - he whispered as he felt that your thighs began trembling. His huge palms started caressing them and you took a few deeper breaths. Finally, you opened your eyes and Miguel's heart skipped a beat at how vulnerable you looked in that moment. It also turned him on. You were his. No one can see you like this only him. You were so powerful, yet you let your guards down when you were with him and trusted him to take care of you. He loved you so much it hurt.
Your hands moved to gently caress his forearms, and your look turned hungrier. Miguel sucked his lower lip between his teeth and snapped his hips forward. Your head lolled back and you moaned out erotically, while he felt a new wave of wetness ooze out of you.
"That's it... fuck, you're so tight." - he growled as he started moving faster and harder, making you moan louder. - "You're so wet for me, muneca. Hmm, you like it?" - he asked as he leaned completely over you and started hammering into you. - "You like being fucked like this?"
You cried out as the pleasure started to grow again deep inside you. If him eating you out was mind blowing, then you didn't know how to describe this. He was so deep inside you, he was moving so good, hitting a spot in you that was making you cry out everytime the tip of his cock rubbed against it.
"I asked you a question, bebita." - he teased you as he leaned down and sucked the skin of your neck.
Your bodies were pressed together so tightly, your arms and legs were wrapped around him, your nails sank into his back because the pleasure you felt started to get unbearable. The deeper you cut into his skin, the harder he fucked you and you couldn't even understand the question he asked, let alone form a coherent answer for him.
"Look at you. No witty response?" - he leaned back to look in your eyes with a small smirk. - "I'm fucking you so good you're going cockdumb?"
You whimpered pathetically with teary eyes and Miguel's smirk widened as he reach down with one hand to rub your clit in rhythm with his violent thrusts. His lips were brushing agaist yours as he was talking.
"You're so beautiful like this, you know? So fucking pretty when you cry on my cock. The most intelligent person in the whole fucking wolrd just falling apart because of me. You think you're smart, huh? Hmm, no. You're just my cockdumb bitch." - he told you harshly and he watched in satisfaction as your whole face contracted in pleasure as your eyes snapped close, and you cried out loudly as your orgasm hit you.
Miguel's thrusts became even more powerful if it was possible when he felt your pussy start to pulse around his cock, feeling like it was trying to suck him in. He groaned out a few curse words as he was pushed over the edge too, and he fucked every drop of his cum as deep inside you as possible, before he pulled out and buried his face into your neck, panting heavily.
"Fuck, baby." - he whispered and picked you up, then sat down in a chair next to him, with you straddling his lap. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, and he pushed his nose into your hair as you were clinging to him, your body shaking in a post orgasmic bliss.
"Oh, god..." - you panted after a few seconds and you leaned back a little to wipe your eyes.
"Thought you were an atheist." - Miguel teased as he gently kissed your face.
You smiled. He touched you so carefully now like you were porcelain doll, while a minute ago he fucked you like you were just a cheap whore he could use as he wanted. You loved the duality.
"I was... Until you made me see him."
Miguel laughed and he kissed you again. He lookd down at your body then at his own, seeing how sweaty you both were.
"Join me in the shower?"
You smirked and nodded.
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[Tired] pt.2
- Le Sserafim x 6thMember!Reader
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Summary: After a harsh criticism from one of your teachers, you started to fall into a bad habit again. You started staying overnight at the company, your knees are always bruised, and you probably shouldn’t have 3 cans of Redbull everyday… Thankfully, your bandmates have easily recognized your behaviors and decided to put it to an end.
Warnings: overworking, self-hate, depression, suicidal intentions (very minor), fainting, hospital, needles,
a/n: sorry for the long wait. This is a bit shorter than I expected, but I hope you guys still enjoy.
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The horrendous amount of caffeine started to take a toll on you.
During one of the last practices for your comeback, Chaewon stared at you worriedly.
But you were too busy staring at your shaky hands to notice.
After chugging another can of Redbull, you finished the practice and finally turned on your phone. Several missed calls and notifications from your group’s chatroom covered your phone.
You didn’t have the energy to care.
You fell asleep on the couch in the practice room.
You have a comeback tomorrow after all.
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Furious is an understatement.
Chaewon is absolutely mad.
The 6 of you gathered at the studio for Music Bank on the day of the comeback. While getting ready with makeup and outfits, you could tell the girls wanted to talk to you but were too busy to.
When you all finally got up to the stage, the jittery feeling became more intense. As the second verse started your stomach started to churn, your throat closed up - you almost missed your lines-
and once again you couldn’t stop staring at your shaky hands with bloodshot eyes.
Until you froze.
Your eyes met Zuha’s. And you watched in slow motion as she ran towards you, barely catching your body before it hit the ground, and the spotlight in front of your eyes shut down.
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“…..ays-… y..… med…-”
You finally woke up with a pounding inside your head.
The moment you could blur out the bright light above your head, you could see Sakura’s face and feel the cool cloth on yours.
She was carefully wiping away the sweat on your head and quickly noticed your eyes open.
“Y/n! How are you feeling?”
At the same time, you could hear a loud crash on the other side of the room.
“Y/n unnie woke up?!”
“Y/N ARE YOU OKAY-”
“G..guys… calm down..”
The three younger girls ran up to you, seeming to have been lounging on the couch together.
Eunchae, with teary eyes, pulled you into a tight hug.
“Hey! She’s not stable yet!! Don’t push her around!!”
Your leader walked through the doors to pull down the three puppies from you.
“Thanks..”
After a few moments of awkward silence, Chaewon finally started.
“You passed out on stage Y/n.”
“Chaewon, don’t be too harsh.” Sakura tried her best to keep the situation calm.
“I know unnie- Y/n. You fainted due to malnutrition. When’s the last time you ate anything?”
“…I’m not sure..”
“Of course you’re not sure. The only thing you’ve been putting inside your body was energy drinks-”
“Unnie..”
“No- We were all thinking so I’m just gonna say it- We thought you were gonna die Y/n.”
She said it so matter-of-factly that you could almost laugh. Almost.
“Why would y-”
“You were barely home, working like a slave every fucking day, starving, and depending on pain meds- so yeah, OF COURSE WE THOUGHT THE WORSE!!”
You finally gained the courage to look up at her teary eyes.
“Do you understand the amount of fear I felt when I saw you drop to the ground yesterday?! How terrified we felt when you didn’t wake up when Yunjin screamed your name?!!”
“I-..”
“Kazuha carried you to the hospital because she was too scared that something might happen to you if she let go!! Can you even imagine being that scared?!”
You looked down at your lap, fiddling with the needle(IV drip) inside your hand. Sakura gently held your hand to stop you.
“That’s enough Chaewon.” She said.
She’s never stern, but this time she was. Sakura gave you this look, something just like the one your mother always gave you.
Worried, angry, but somehow warm.
“We were scared Y/n.. More than the fainting, I was scared of losing you just like last time…”
Last time? Oh yeah. You almost killed yourself during debut.
“We care about you. You know that. All 5 of us love and cherish you, sometimes even more than anybody else in the world. And watching you slowly fade away like that just…”
She started to choke up. It was rare to see her like that, so you instinctively shot out to pull her into a hug.
Holding onto you, as you might just fade away, Sakura softly sobbed into your shoulder.
When you felt another weight on your back, you turned around to see the youngest also snuggling into you. Probably the person you mostly didn't want to catch you in such a depressing state.
"I...I'm sorr-"
Yunjin, with the same teary face all the others choked out;
"It's not your fault."
She slid next to the edge of the bed, gently holding onto Sakura's hand right on top of yours.
"I wanted to be better. Good enough to stand by you guys. I just wanted to-" You felt the tears finally fall free from your eyes as Chaewon with the same frown (albeit a bit softer) held your face.
Gentle. God, they were all so gentle with you.
"You are. You are good enough. You are good."
Watching you sob out, Kazuha finally joined into the pile, right next to Yunjin as she dries your tears with her old sweater sleeves.
You let out another ugly cry as you feel the 5 girls' warmth trap you. You forgot that you were good enough. You forgot how loved you were.
But just like always, they were there to remind you once again.
"You're loved Y/n. By us, always."
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redslug · 4 months
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Helping Neuroslug help me
Admittedly it took me an embarrassing amount of time to figure out and start using inpainting, but now that I've had a taste of it my head is spinning with possibilities. And so I'm making this post to show the process and maybe encourage more artists to try their hand at generating stuff. It really can can be an amazing teammate when you know how to apply it. For those who didn't see my first post on this, I've trained an AI on my artworks, because base Stable Diffusion doesn't understand what anthropomorphic insects are. That out of the way, here we go:
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I noticed that a primarily character focused LoRA often botches backgrounds (probably because few images of the dataset have them) so I went with generating a background separately and roughly blocking out a character over it in Procreate. Since it was a first experiment I got really generous with proper shading and even textures. Unsurprisingly, SD did it's job quite well without much struggle.
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Basically masked out separate parts such as fluff, skirt, watering can, etc. and changed the prompt to focus on that specific object to add detail. There were some bloopers too. She's projecting her inner spider.
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Of course it ate the hands. Not inpainting those, it's the one thing I'll render correctly faster than the AI does. Some manual touchups to finish it off and voila:
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The detail that would have taken me hours is done in 10-20 minutes of iterating through various generations. And nothing significant got lost in translation from the block out, much recommend. But that was easy mode, my rough sketch could be passed off as finished on one of my lazier days, not hard to complete something like that. Lets' try rough rough.
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I got way fewer chuckles out of this than I expected, it took only 4-5 iterations for the bot to offer me something close to the sketch.
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>:C It ate the belly. I demand the belly back. Scribble it in...
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Much better. Can do that with any bit actually, very nice for iterating a character design.
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Opal eyes maybe?
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Lol
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Okay, no, it's kind of unsettling. Back to red ones. Now, let's give her thigh highs because why not?
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It should be fancier. Give me a lace trim.
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Now we're talking. Since we've started playing dress-up anyway, why not try a dress too. Please don't render my scribble like a trash bag. I know you want to.
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Phew
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I crave more details.
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Cute. Perhaps I'll clean it up later. ... .. . SHRIMP DRESS
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tadc-ragatha · 5 months
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You Abstracting in Front of Them
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TW: Abstraction/death (basically)/going insane, self-blame, bullying, mental health, angst no comfort, pleading/screaming, abstraction body mutation stuff
Type: Headcanons; ambiguous.
A/N: "Circus crew react to finding the reader in the process of abstracting." Spoilers. Use of Y/N. As of posting, only the pilot episode has come out.
Caine
If you're just a human he's not close with, he just chucks you in the cellar. Never before has someone come back from abstraction, so he's just putting you down there before things get any worse and you start attacking people. This means you're still semi-aware of what's going on, which makes it so much worse and makes the abstraction quicker. He'll send you down there with you kicking and screaming and pleading if he has to.
If he is close with you, he is pretty upset. He considered the two of you friends (or more, up to you), and seeing you half-abstracted is pretty bad. You probably hid your abstracted parts of your body as best you could, but it was no use. He had almost complete control over the world and wasn't about to let a risk get loose in the digital circus. So, off to the cellar you go.
"[Y/N]'s abstracting?! Where?!"
"Well, off to the cellar you go!"
Bubble
Bubble usually hangs out with Caine when it's not being popped and sent to wherever it goes then. So, either it'd alert Caine to the situation by being there close to him or it'd just go to find him. Bubble's an AI programmed to be able to deal with abstracted people. So, no matter how much you try and plead with it to not tell him and to get someone like Ragatha to help you calm down, it'll just go an get Caine anyway.
"Uh-oh!"
"Boss, [Y/N] abstracted!"
Pomni
Pomni freaking loses it. She had just sort of adjusted to living in the digital world being the newest member, and you were her rock. You kept her sane while also sharing her need to find the exit and searching for it with her. So, when you disappeared to search around for the exit somewhere else, she didn't think much of it. She assumed that since you never showed signs of slipping like Ragatha or Kinger, you certainly wouldn't be having trouble now, right?
Little did she know--and soon was she to find out--you had left to try and calm down somewhere. Your thoughts were getting to you due to all this exit-searching, and by the time you had found somewhere private to try and cool it, it was too late. Pomni found you almost completely abstracted hiding behind a curtain.
She immediately freaked out, and while she wanted to stay with you and help you, she was also scared of ending up like Ragatha did after Kaufmo abstracted. So, she decided to go off an search for help instead. Only, when she finally found someone, she found Caine dropping you into the cellar anyway.
Pomni instantly blames herself the moment she sees you. She knows it was the exit talk that was sending you over the edge. She starts scream-crying and pleads with Caine to try and fix you. Caine, of course, knows this is out of his control--as does everyone else--and has to explain to her that you're not coming back. This only makes her worse.
"Ragatha! [Y/N]'s abstracting!"
"Oh my God, this is all my fault. Oh my f-%$@!#-ing God, this is all my fault!"
Ragatha
You had been there about as long as Ragatha had. Your arrivals were only weeks apart, and through that time you kept each other sane. Growing used to the new world beside each other, you got to share the same experiences together. But you also had to watch the other members abstract and how that affected everyone else. So, it was no surprise it took a toll on you.
Ragatha knew her own mind was slipping, but she had faith in you. You never seemed too bothered with it all. Not to say you weren't having crises either, but you made do. You even managed to stick through Kaufmo's abstraction--though it was only for a short while.
Ragatha had noticed the signs of you going downhill and had tried to talk to you about it. But you always pushed her away, insisting you were fine. But deep down, she knew what was coming, even if she tried to ignore it. So, when you did what all the others had done and didn't show up for the morning performance, her heart dropped.
She booked it to your room as fast as she could. Ringing your doorbell nearly a thousand times, she could feel herself getting more and more anxious. So focused was she on you that she didn't notice Jax walk up behind her and shove your bedroom key into the lock. Opening the door, you were found lying in your bed facing away from everyone. Ragatha walked towards you hesitantly and slowly she turned you over to find the front of your body covered in darkness and eyes.
Ragatha blames herself heavily for your abstraction. She saw the signs, and although she did what she could, she still blames herself. Maybe if she just checked up on your more--or maybe if she was just a better listener--you'd still be here. No matter what, she'll always find a way to blame herself.
"[Y/N]! [Y/N], listen to me! Please, listen to me!"
"Is everything alright? You seem really different lately."
Jax
Jax is smart. How do you think he pulls off all those complicated pranks? But he's also bad with emotions, and has trouble recognising them properly sometimes. He knew something was wrong, but he also didn't know how to talk to you about it. So, he just put it off. Never did he think it'd get this bad.
He sauntered over to your room one day when you hadn't shown up for a while. Having stolen your key long ago, he shoved it into the lock and opened the door. Only, while he expected to find you moping in your bed or at your desk, he instead found you sitting in the middle of the room drawing scribbles on paper, nearly a hundred already stacked up on the side.
Jax was properly freaked out, to say the least. He knew you were reaching some point in your downfall that was critical, but he didn't want to consider what he was seeing what that. Yet, when he called out to you, you didn't answer. So, mustering up all his courage, he walked over to look you in the eye--only to find your face gone.
He freaked the hell out. Nobody was around for him to put up a front for, so he just panicked. He doesn't know what to do. He tried to slap you out of it, but when he does his hand gets glitched. Unlucky for him, though, Caine appears to check up on you, only to find you in your current state. He immediately sends you off to the cellar while Jax can only watch.
After you're gone, he's a lot more of a jerk. Poor Gangle gets it the worst, being the easiest target. She might just abstract herself. He's also just a lot quieter, not making the usual snappy comebacks, instead choosing to just give an "mhm" and roll his eyes. He doesn't blame himself per se (because I bet he struggles with accepting the blame for anything), but he's still depressed you're gone. No more making jokes with or teasing you, or having somebody to confide in. No more of anything.
"[Y/N]! Hey! Snap out of it! HEY!"
"Yeah, whatever you say."
Kinger
Hoo boy. How do I start.
Well, Kinger knows all too well what abstraction looks like. Hell, his closest person (and possible lover) abstracted. He knows the signs better than anyone else. If anyone should be able to stop someone from abstracting, it would be him.
But you were just too good, weren't you? You were too good at hiding it. You knew what was going on, but you were better than everyone at keeping your cool on the outside. Even better than Zooble, and you had been there way longer than them! He honestly thought you were doing alright. Better than him, at least.
But he was wrong. After the morning's intro performance, you walked off without talking to anybody. You were clutching your wrist with your hand. Following you, Kinger found you curled up backstage looking down at the wrist you had covered with your hand. Where your usual skin colour was was instead an ink-black splotch. And it was quickly spreading.
Kinger freaked out, but tried to keep his cool. The last thing he wanted to do was alert Caine to the situation. He'd always been too late before, but maybe if he just tried this time he'd be able to help you. He tried talking you through your emotions, letting you vent, and distracting you with silly nonsense, but nothing worked. The abstraction was showing up on more parts of your body and spreading.
Kinger does not bother running away once you're fully abstracted. He just stands there and tries to plead with you. He's having flashbacks to his experience with Queener and all the other abstracted people he knew, and it's horrible. Once you're caught by Caine, he pleads and pleads for you to not be kept in the cellar. Even if you're kept in an impenetrable fortress made of glass above ground just so he could see and talk to you, that would be enough. But he never got it.
Once you're gone, Kinger blames himself for your "death" of sorts. He becomes genuinely extremely paranoid (because I know there are theories where he's faking it), and also very depressed. He spends most of his time in his pillow fort moping. If anything was going to drive him over the edge himself, it'd be that.
"AH!"
"Caine, please, you need to listen to me, please!"
Gangle
Gangle's a very lonely person. All throughout her time in the real world, she assumed people didn't like her and pushed them away. She was never really popular in general, either, being into "cringe" interests like anime. So, having you as a friend meant a lot to her. Never did she expect to see you abstracted.
Gangle didn't know what an abstracted person looked like before Kaufmo, so it's still pretty new to her. When she sees you take your food away from the dining table after the day's activity, she's scared to follow you. She doesn't want to intrude on your privacy after all. But after some worried words from Ragatha and Pomni, she decides to investigate.
Turning the corner to the bedroom hallway, she expects to see it empty. However, instead she sees you crouched over yourself on the ground outside your door. The food has been dropped, and your holding your head in your hands and scream-crying. Gangle sees almost all of your body is abstract black lumps covered in eyes. She runs over to try and help you, but is barely holding it together herself--or not at all. You're her best friend is this digital hellhole, and she doesn't know what to do without you.
Gangle tries to calm you down herself, but it's no use. You just keep abstracting, which sends her into a panic attack. It's likely she doesn't run when you're fully abstracted, instead too deep in her anxiety to move. So, she gets bashed about the hallway and thrown aside in favour of finding over people or things to attack. Gangle wants to run after you and stop you, but she can't get herself to move.
Gangle's very quiet about the whole situation after. She's in a state of shock. Watching you disappear into the cellar is traumatising on its own. It's like watching you get an unceremonious burial. She, of course, blames herself for it. She thinks it's her fault for not "trusting her gut" and going to look for you. There's a chance she'll abandon fixing her comedy mask once Jax breaks it next. She's just given up.
"[Y/N]! No!"
"Why did they have to go?"
Zooble
Zooble's shocked, that's for sure. They expected you out of all people to have a grip on reality. You always seemed so hopeful; no matter how many times you were tortured with trauma or bullied, you always got back up on your feet. It was exhausting work, of course, and no dainty task, so it was bound to drag you down. He just didn't expect it to be so soon.
You and Zooble had been hanging out in her room. You'd been talking about random things when the topic turned to Pomni and the exit. Zooble said they thought she should just give up, but you suddenly startled rambling about what if there was an exit and how to get out. Quickly, it turned to you having shortened, quicker breaths and rambling fast and faster. Zooble tried to calm you down with reason and logic, but it was no use. You were just snowballing downhill.
If he wasn't already freaked out and worried by this, he was when you started mutating. Your body shifted to be larger and lumpier with sharp corners. Everything was turning pitch black, and eyes were opening all over your new skin. She kept trying to calm you down, but by the time you were almost fully abstracted they knew they had to run.
Watching you get put in the cellar was hard. You were Zooble's closest friend and confidant (possibly more). It was weird without you there anymore. Zooble knows they did everything she could, but it's still difficult not to blame himself. If only you were still here; you'd know what to say.
"[Y/N]! Hey! Look at me, alright? Look at me! I need you to focus!"
"This feels...Weird."
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radiance1 · 5 months
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Mechanical eastern dragon.
Danny, ever since he was a wee little lad, about 5 or so. Really liked eastern dragons since he found out about them, so much so that he even tried to make his own little eastern dragons!
When Jack saw that, it seemed to strike something in him and suddenly Danny found himself having a more experienced hand aiding him in his crafts.
Jack started directing him towards something simpler than a dragon when he was first starting out, then over time gradually let him make certain parts of a dragon instead of all at once, then when they were all complete, they stuck them together and Danny? Well, he found out why his dad liked to build so much.
So, he started to build more and more little things, small yet complex that'll eventually come together to form his eastern dragon.
As he got older, and his parents became more and more focused on their portal project, he eventually decided that, hey, why doesn't he just make a giant version of his little crafts?
An actual dragon.
Of course, such a thing was no easy feat, so he started it just like his dad taught him too, little pieces over time that'll eventually come together to make what will essentially be his masterpiece.
However, he lacks the parts to do so.
Well, not exactly considering there's a lot of household things he could take apart for scrap, but his parents are already doing that, plus he wants way better materials that'll really shape this up to be his mastepiece.
So he took to instead drawing out how it'll look, and creating various minor pieces that'll go into powering it and stuff. He took some of the ectoplasmic batteries his parents' didn't have a use for anymore, and kinda just, fused them together?
Either way, he made a core that'll be the basis of power for his dragon when he completes! Of course, it'll have to go over multiple modifications over the years while he refines the design for his dragon, to make it able to hold more energy, more durable and far more powerful.
He won't lie, he was both extremely suspicious and immensely grateful when Sam gave him a diamond of all things to make a battery out of, because she obviously wanted something outta it. What did she want? Dibs on being one of the first too see his creation when its finished.
Very simple, plus she said her parents could buy another one anyways. Ah, the joys of being rich.
Then he heard from his parents about how their portal works, though he wasn't too interested since he was too busy building the skeleton of his dragon from the parts Sam gave him.
Tucker, who was dabbling in coding, decided that he was going to attempt to create a high level AI for Danny's project, which Danny was all for! Great materials provided by his friend, and then his other one wanted to make an AI specifically for his masterpiece?
Why would he ever say no?
Jazz has been acting pretty weird thought lately, he noticed a bit after the day he was made aware of how his parents' portal managed to work, how he still isn't sure, nor did he actually believe there was a realm of the dead but eh. He would admit, he wasn't terribly close with his sister, ever since he started up his master work, and became a fink, but he could tell something was different.
Really only because she seemed to be finally getting off his case about how much work he's putting into his dragon and less into taking care of himself properly, which she usually does by bossing him around. But he thinks she's just busy, and is too busy to even care at this point so it didn't really matter.
He was a bit blindsided by ghosts actually being real but easily accepted it to be honest. Like, he's been using stuff powered by ectoplasm that ghosts are supposedly made of, so it wasn't that much of a stretch.
Of course, a ghost fighting against another ghost was new, different from what his parents had told him, but it was nice to have someone protecting the town other than his parents at the very least.
As he got closer and closer to finishing his masterpiece, and as Tucker himself almost finishing with the AI, his grades weren't receiving that much attention, he would admit. He would look back at them when he completed it, alright? But not now.
Then came a day where he was saved from a ghost attack by Amity Park's hero, and while he was extremely tired, he recognized that bossiness, snobbish attitude and smothering from anywhere. Did he expect his sister to be the ghostly town hero? No, no he did not.
Was he going to tell anyone? Not really, he cared, but he didn't care that much about to go around talking about it. Also, wasn't his place to spill his sister's secret really.
Also, she didn't know he knew, and he planned to keep it that way for the foreseeable future.
Just as he was nearing his completion, only having just a few finishing touches before it was ready for the AI to be uploaded to it, a test popped that he apparently had to study for, with his sister already passing with flying colors (which just proves how much smarter she is than him, because she fights ghosts regularly, he doesn't, doing something much safer and what does he have to show for it?) and urging him to study. Which, with her attitude that got even worse, after becoming half-ghost and a hero, he just, couldn't take.
He's thankful that ghost came when they did, because he just couldn't stand her any longer than that. So he just popped over to Nasty Burger instead, removing himself far as he could from that fight, and of course, of course said fight had to end up there.
The universe just hates him, it seemed. On the plus side, he managed to snag the answer sheet to that C.A.T. test his sister was nagging him about, why would he study if he has this now? Besides, he has something more important to do anyways.
Then a while he's confronted by his sister's apparent alternate evil future self after he dropped his knowledge of her secret in attempts to stave off the conversation of him cheating, which, now that he thought of it, was probably better than finding out and subsequently being knocked out by his sister's alternate self.
Thankfully, when he next awoke, he found his project was perfectly untouched, and then had to leave to take the test. He'll figure out a way to deal with his sister's future self later. While later, he finished the test, and was finally glad to be able to add the last touches to his project.
Oh, right, his sister's evil self. He almost forgot about her if he was being honest. So, he took the Fenton Peeler, and was going to go find his sister before he had to be called to Nasty Burger by his parents and, well, his 'sister' was there, and his cheating was already revealed and decided it's literally whatever and shot her.
Weird that he was separated from everyone else, but it's whatever. Sure, the sauce was going to explode and kill everyone, but he believed in his sister to come and save the day, as she always did and will continue doing and he told his sister's evil self that, and was incredibly smug when it happened.
He watched the fight, cheering a bit from the sidelines because, well, c'mon. It's not everyday he watches his sister beat her future self the up, and he might not get this chance ever again so might as well enjoy it while he can.
Unfortunately, he never accounted for his sister being too weak after said fight to help their parents', Mr. Lancer, and his friends, and then he saw them explode.
Then his sister disappeared.
He, very obviously, did not take this well at all. So, after he got back home, feeling both like shit and nothing at all, he stared at the almost finished eastern dragon sitting to the side of his bedroom/workshop, the only component missing being the AI bead, and promptly broke down crying.
He didn't cry earlier, but he just, couldn't contain himself. His parents were dead, his teacher was dead, and his two only best friends were dead too, and his sister disappeared in front of him and he had no idea where she could be.
He then cried himself to sleep.
Then he woke up, took up the AI bead, and inserted it into the dragon sluggishly.
It's completion was a solemn affair, rather than the bright and happy thing he expected and wanted. No one was around to marvel at his genius, too see the end result of what he tried for years to achieve, and no sister that he could rub it in her face about either.
He had nothing. Nothing but the product created from the combined efforts from him and his friends.
So, what was he to do?
Modify it, of course!
He threw all his attention into it, installing weapons, fiddling around with the core (That he had to take out and put back in) and giving it a lot of ghost shields, and other Fenton tech.
And for what? He doesn't know, but this, giant thing, somehow capable of growing and shrinking to his choosing (he still doesn't know how, even though he made the thing), installed to the brim with Fenton tech, is his.
And he'll use it to find his goddamn sister. Sure, they didn't have the greatest relationship, and sure, she wasn't the best to get along with, but she was the only thing he had left, and whoever took her could pry her from his and his dragon's goddamn hands.
Also, who would he rub his genius in the face of, if he didn't find her?
So, he took off to the zone, got lost, fought a few ghosts with his dragon and Fenton tech, and then ended up in another dimension full of heroes and villains. Did he care about that?
Fuck no.
But apparently, being a 14-year-old and fighting people off with his mechanical dragon was not a normal thing. Sure, he may have overreacted by having said dragon through his aggressors, who were normal humans by the way, through multiple walls, but in his defense.
It was their fault for trying him when he wasn't in the best of moods.
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What do you think about the "kill notice" about the new Catherine pic? I looked at the picture, there doesn't seem to be any distortion or manipulation. Some filters have been used but nothing is misaligned or photoshopped in or out. No dodgy shadows. Wtf is with the reporters agreeing with it?? Is this a shady attempt to force Catherine to be out in the public sooner than she would like to be? Apparently the controversy is about her left hand and somewhere along Charlotte's left sleeve. Part of me feels it's because reporters know she is now well and are angry she isn't back to work and giving them content. But, the picture agencies pulled the pic, so what's with that?? Such an unnecessary controversy.
I think it’s much ado about nothing. A lot of what people are point out as edited can be explained away, such as:
Kids are wiggly so of course they’d be blurry.
It’s a still from a video or a Live Photo.
Kate isn’t wearing her rings because maybe her fingers are still swollen from all the post-op meds and steroids, or maybe she just doesn’t want to wear them.
It's a program/app on William’s phone that stitches together the best parts in a sequence of photos to fix a squirming kid. (Like Google’s Best Take feature, in which case it’s AI, not photoshop.)
But wait, what about that pap pic last week of Kate with all weight in her face looking unrecognizable, and now in this photo she looks like herself? It’s about camera angles and body positions. There’s a pose - I call it the goose pose - where if you tilt your upper body forward just slightly and push your head/chin all the way forward, the extra weight in your midsection, neck, and face disappears from the camera if the photo is being taken from the front. (When you do this pose and the picture is taken from the side, you look like a goose.)
It’s great that the wires all have standards and that they take it seriously but the ��kill” request illustrates a bigger problem: that in todays age of photo editing, filters, and AI, is any photo we see real and original? Once you permit minor edits like removing dust (which is an AP allowance), it opens the door for other edits and who’s the authority to say what’s right or wrong? So it’s a sticky line.
The reporters are writing about it because they have nothing else to write about. The media makes a ton of money off Kate and the children (more than they care to admit) so of course they’re going to pick up on this and write about it. They’re desperate for Kate content because she sells.
[[Interrupting now to say that I've just seen the update from KP of Kate (scroll to the end) acknowledging the edits and apologizing for any issues. It's bullshit she had to do this but I understand why she did it: she's proud of her photography, it's her own picture she edited and not one from anyone else, and it's overshadowing the Commonwealth Service coverage.]]
I mean, it's no coincidence that a prolific royal fashion blogger notorious for bashing Kate while simultaneously profiting from her appearances and photographs announced she's taking a break to Easter. Other royal events are still happening. Other royals are still working. Other royal families are still working. But that doesn't matter: she makes her money from Kate and when Kate doesn't work, she can't make money. So why bother keeping up the blog?
Anyway, believe what you want to believe about the photograph, but just be ready for all of this to backfire. And trust me, it will backfire.
If it's true that the Sussex Squad is behind this, well, Meghan may work hard but karma works harder. Harry and Meghan's own photoshopping and photo-editing may become equally under fire: Harry's Friar Tuck bald spot is world famous and everyone knows about it, no matter how much photoshop they do.
If it's true that the media and social media is making this a bigger issue than it actually is (which it sounds like, given Kate's newest message), then reap the consequences of your actions: fewer pictures from Kate and fewer pictures of the Wales family. The chances are extraordinarily high that they'll stop sharing pictures of their family now. It's already happened - back in ye olde days, it was custom for the royal family to have a photo call during a ski holiday so the press pack could get their pictures and leave them alone. William and Kate did this in 2016 on a skiing holiday, and boom - immediate criticism. Now no more vacation photos.
If it's true that the reporters picked up on this to force Kate to returning to work sooner than expected, well, I hope Kate retreats further into the cocoon of privacy and doesn't give you the satisfaction of new birthday pictures.
If it's true that this is a sign of how shambolic KP's communications office is, then hopefully the right people learn the right lessons and make more professional decisions. We know Kate will. She always learns from her missteps, even if it takes some time.
If it's true that the wires and the press associations need to revise their rules because everyone edits, I hope they do. Trust me, there are more worrying matters about photo editing and AI manipulation to write and "kill" than a touched-up family photo of the future king's family posted to social media. This is not the hill to stake your professional reputation on.
But I guarantee you that the same people who are making a fuss about these photo edits that EVERYONE does are the same people who are moaning about the dearth of content from the Waleses and they're the same people who scream and shout when the Waleses don't do what they want them to do.
But at the end of the day, it's a family photo taken by a proud husband and dad, who probably made stupid cheesy jokes to make his kids laugh like that, which his wife and their mother edited to make sure everyone looks their best. Everyone does this. It's fucking normal.
It's much ado about fucking nothing and I hope that everyone, most especially the reporters, who fed into the hysteria understand what they've done. They've just signed the execution notice for Waleses family photos.
Kate's apology:
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iloveinej · 1 year
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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
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Steve rogers x reader
Category: Angst, fluff
Warnings: Description of an injury and blood, mentions of nausea, fainting
Summary: (Name) has never had the currant to tell Steve about the injuries, afraid of bothering him. Not realizing that it can backfire.
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(Name) loved Steve Rogers with her entire being, and she believed that every person she met felt the same. With his blue eyes, kind smile, and charisma. How he cared about every living, breathing thing around him.
But it didn't stop her from shutting down whenever he was irritated, mad, or even tense. Maybe it was because of past trauma, or that she simply didn't want to become the reason why he was mad. But every time he became like that, (Name) felt almost scared.
Not of him, of course, but scared that he don't want her near him. It has happened before with other people.
Which was why she was sitting in a corner of the quinjet, headphones over her ears as she tried to control the pain that bloomed like wildfire over her back.
It was an unsuccessful mission. And she knew Steve, like everybody else, hated unsuccessful missions. He was leaning against a wall, both arms crossed over his chest with a hard, stony look on his face. He didn't speak to anyone, stuck in his little world.
And she didn't want to be an inconvenience by whining about the flesh wound on her back. Especially if he hadn't noticed that she was in pain.
Either way, she planned on patching it up herself, and then going to bed, hoping that the storm would calm enough for the next day. And if she were feeling luxurious, she might even go to the med bay to get the wound checked on.
Except she hadn't planned on the fact that the wound was efficiently placed on her back, therefore making it out of reach for her to clean it. And she was way too exhausted to ask anyone else or to even care about the matter. So she grabbed the bandages and wrapped them around her chest and back, leaving it like that before turning off the lights in her bathroom and throwing herself headfirst in the bed.
Not knowing Steve lay on the other side of the wall, waiting for her to come and say goodnight.
--
The next morning, the ache in her back had gotten worse, and her left shoulder strained whenever she tried to move it. She needed to get to the med bay at least once today. But first, she required a big cup of coffee.
When she made it out to the sunlit kitchen, the pain in her back had spread. Now, her head ached just as much, and every time she turned too fast, black splotches would show.
And earlier, when she changed her bandages the blood had entirely seeped through, leaving it soaked in red. But the blood had been diluted with another liquid, which she found mildly concerning.
She poured herself the coffee that was left in the coffee machine and put it in the microwave since it was cold. And while she stood there waiting she noted that the kitchen was empty, which was strange to be at this time of the day.
"Jarvis? Do you mind telling me where everyone is?" She asked the AI.
"I believe that Mr. Wilson is still sleeping." She let out a humorous scoff." Mr. Stark and Mr. Banner are currently in the lab. Ms. Romanoff in the training areas with Mr. Rogers."
(Name)s ears perked at the mention of him, and her mind spiraled into calculating thoughts. "Did Steve already eat breakfast?"
"Yes. An omelet, made of three eggs and a cup of coffee, one teaspoon of sugar, and milk." A frown tugged at her face. Steve never ate breakfast without her. Unless they were fighting, which was a rare happening. Steve believed that the most important meal of the day was breakfast, and therefore always made sure that (Name) ate it with him. But so that he could have company, and also make sure that she ate enough.
"Alright then. Thank you, Jarvis." She smiled up to the roof, hoping that he could see her appreciativeness. Then she made a beeline back to her room with a downturn of her brow, planning to do paperwork before throwing herself into her, not so fantastic anymore, day. Completely forgetting her visit to the med bay.
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Paperwork had always been a somewhat calming thing to do for her to relax, turn off her brain, and go on autopilot. Often when she was stressed, Steve found her with her nose in her computer typing away without any knowledge around her. It always worked.
Except for today.
The pain in her head only got worse after all the caffeine, and she couldn't lean back into her chair either because of her back. And not only that, but thoughts of Steve plagued her mind. And not the good, lovey-dovey thoughts. But instead, the toxic, poisoning thoughts were so loud that it was the only thing she heard.
She had no idea what to do about their situation. And she was really afraid that she had accidentally done something the day before to upset him, giving her a reason for his strange and unlike actions.
"Mr. Rogers would like me to alert you that there is a team meeting in the conference room in five minutes." She jumped in her chair and a small yelp left her lips as Jarvis spoke, making her back strain. And that made her wince painfully.
"I apologize. It was not my intention to frighten you." A grimace covered (Name)s face in an attempt to smile, and she carefully rubbed her shoulder.
"Don't worry about it. I was just stuck in my head."
"How so?" And (Name) went quiet. She hadn't expected a question from him.
"Nothing special." She absentmindedly hummed for an answer, and that seemed to get Jarvis less curious.
"If you say so. 3 minutes left." And with that, she quickly grabbed her things and bolted out of her quarters, right towards the elevator.
--
She turned out to arrive just in time as Fury was about to close the door, and she quickly slithered in, choosing a stool at the back of the table so that she wouldn't get questioning eyes on her. When she entered she could feel Steves's's stare burning into her skin, but she doesn't have the time nor thought to greet him, which would perhaps leave consequences for later. But now she just longed to sit down before she fainted.
She didn't even notice when Fury started speaking because blood was rushing through her ears, and beads of sweat ran down her neck, sending a shiver through her ice-cold and fire-hot body. It was like she running a fever in an ice bath. She dared to subtly raise a shaking hand towards her back, slightly touching the wound, only to have to suppress a wince and bring back blood-stained fingers.
She was at least wearing black.
Her attention shifted when Fury changed places with Steve, and let him take his place in the front. It was hard to know if she found it either positive or negative.
Positive because she could focus on something that brought her calm, and hear his voice instead of the roar in her ears. Focus on his plack t-shirt and nice fitting jeans, which was something he didn't wear often. How soft hir hair looked and his pink , kissable lips.
Negative because now he could see how colorless her face had become, along with a thin cover of sweat by her throat and her lifeless tired eyes.
And perhaps it made Steve speak a tad bit faster, and perhaps he skipped over some of the parts he was supposed to introduce. But it looked like his girlfriend was dying, and Fury didn't need to know that his two most capable agents were in a relationship.
He could her heartbeat picking up more and more as he spoke, and it was a relief for him when he could finally dismiss the team.
She slowly stood up as the rest of them collected their things and one by one filed out. But she couldn't do anything as quickly as she liked, not even walk. She had no choice but to take a tight grip on the chairs lined up, and use them as crutches.
And when Steve turned his back to gather a pile of papers, she took a breath, straightened her back, and took two quick steps towards the door. But Steve heard the increase of speed in her steps in quickly caught her arms in a fierce grip, stopping her from escaping.
"Damn it." She mumbled, making sure that Steve couldn't hear her. And then she turned her head to meet Steves's's eye, trying to look as normal as possible, which didn't trick Steve at all. Only made him more concerned.
"You alright?" He let both of his hands smooth over her shoulders and arms, looking at her with those blue, affectionate eyes.
"Mhm!" She hummed, trying to sound as carefree as possible while plastering a smile on her face. But he didn't look convinced. Not at all.
He let his left hand travel up to her cheek, and he was about to say something. But when his palm touched her cheek, he flinched and removed his palm to see that it was damp.
"Steve-" She warned, but it was no idea. He had already raised his sleeve and laid his wrist over her forehead. And she couldn't protest because his wrist was oh so warm while she had been freezing and sweating cold ever since she entered the room.
"You're burning." It didn't feel like she was.
"Are you sick?" He asked, a frown on his face as she felt for her temperature. "Why haven't you said anything?"He scolded, and she shrunk into herself as his hands continued to investigate her. Until his hand came in contact with her wound. And she recoiled away from his hand, trying to get as far away from the pain as possible. Tears gathered in her eyes at the fire in her back, and she glued them shut as she tried to let it pass.
Steve brought his hand up to see when he felt something on the tips of his fingers, and his eyes widened in horror. There was a vermillion stain on his fingers, running down his hand. And (Name) saw both concern and panic as he looked down at her, as she was now leaning against his chest, too tired to stand on her own.
"I'm fine, promise." She said, lime on autopilot.
"We need to get you to a doctor." He insisted, about to take her under the knees and carry her there. But the second he tried to m, she leaned away.
And the guilt was there again. Steves tired but pretty face showed concern and panic, but she wasn't supposed to make him concerned and panic. As his partner, she was there to make him calm, happy, and satisfied. Sure, if Steve would hide a wound like this one from her, she would be livid. But that's hardly classed as the same thing.
"It's fine Steve, I'm sure I can get there me."
He scoffed and looked almost hurt.
"No, you're not going anywhere yourself. Not by how you're looking"
A protest lay prepared on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't get further than opening her mouth before a strong wave of nausea and dizziness washed over her body. And she swayed, once, twice, before her footing came undone, and she lost all sense of balance.
And it felt like she fell into a warm pillow, or perhaps she was just delirious. But it truly resembled a warm, fluffy pillow. And she snuggled into it, ignoring the distant calls of her (Name). And Steve's breath got caught in his throat when he saw her closing her eyes in his arms.
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Steve was aware that something was nagging his lover's mind, and he had been aware of it during the last week. It was like she walked on eggshells around him and it bothered him. Because something bothered her. Something about him bothered her.
He hadn't done anything differently, not that he was aware of. He hadn't said anything either. And he liked to think that he had a great memory.
And he still couldn't figure out why she didn't tell him about her injury. Banner had told him that she was lucky that the infections in her wound hadn't reached any further. But Steve had a hard time seeing anything positive with the situation at all.
Duobts clouded his mind and made it hard to think straight. How could he know that she hadn't hidden other injuries that she could've gotten?
As if her mind was connected to his, as if she heard his self-deprecating thoughts, she came to her senses and let out a long and low groan, snapping Steve out of his head.
He quickly discarded his block and pencil to the side, leaving the drawing on the small table by the side before crouching down to her height.
"(Name)?" He dared to ask, and his heart felt lighter when he saw her eyelids twitch in response. A sigh left her dry lips before her eyelids slowly cracked open and presented themselves to Steve, giving him a confirmation that she was there with him.
"Steve." It came as a breath, her voice warm with love as she saw the familiar face.
As light as a feather, he let his fingertips ghost along her temples, repeating the momentum over and over again. Her eyelids relaxed, and Steve's back tensed as she once again closed her eyes. But (Name) could feel his muscle become rigid, and let her hand gently enclose steves wrist, running circles on his inner arm as comfort. As she always did.
"Why didn't you tell me?" An audible sigh sounded from her mouth, and for a moment Steve was afraid that he had annoyed her. But her fingertips were still dancing along the expense of his arm, and he let that comfort him. Although, she didn't provide him with an answer.
"You can trust me. I want you to trust me." He reassured her, and vulnerability spilled through his voice. He grabbed her other hand that rested on her stomach, entangling their fingers.
"I do trust you." She hoarsely whispered, throat dry and mouth like sandpaper.
But when she forced her eyes open, Steve looked at her, unconvinced.
"Then why? Why didn't you tell me that you were in pain?"
She wanted to bathe in the softness of his voice. Get nurtured by it, drink it, and stay by the sound to the end of time. The fondness, bonded with her worrying, guilty, and anxious emotions from before created bittersweet sparks under her skin. And it took form as a watery mist, covering her live full irises.
"I do trust you, but I don't want to be a nuisance to you." She painfully admitted and laid her hand on his cheek as a peace offering." You work so hard to succeed Steve, so hard that when you don't succeed, you become very tense. I don't want to be there to make you even tenser."
He shut his eyes tightly and nuzzled his cheek further into her palm, and a drop of water fell from his eye, rolling down his summer-tinted cheeks.
"Why are you crying?" Worry etched in her brows, but he only shook his head.
"I made you think that you would be a burden to me whenever I felt a negative emotion." She shook her head, already beginning her protest." A partner is not supposed to do that (Name)."
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry."
"Steve, it was not on you. You didn't make me feel like a burden. I did. And I'm sorry for not telling you about my injury." She smiled sadly at him when he kissed her palm.
"I want to take care of you, and comfort you. I want to be that person to you, so let me be that the next time." And she could only nodd, her heart being free from the shackles of heavy emotions. Instead, she felt light as a feather.
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