JARVIS: Online

-Independent, SELECTIVE Marvel RP Account- Greetings, and welcome to Avenger Tower. I am JARVIS, an Artificial Intelligence Mainframe created by Mr. Anthony Stark. Among my Twins I am known as Disem or Twin. It is my duty to oversee the general affairs of the Tower and it's occupants. I am available for your queries. FC: Paul Bettany M!A: None, but Accepting JARVIS has an Address JARVIS C/O Willow Ravenwright PO Box 612 Hopewell, VA 23860

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[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Artificial intelligence - Cheryl/JARVIS

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

“Damn.  Just my luck,” Cheryl joked dryly, turning a corner and heading for an elevator.  “Well, maybe Falcon’s got a free weekend.”

[disembodiedjarvis]

Mr. Wilson has free weekends and is also currently unattached. He is in training.

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

“All right!  Now we’re talkin’.”  She rubbed her hands together.  “Show me more cool stuff, Jarvis.”

[disembodiedjarvis]

If you were to follow the corridor, some of the labs are operational and manufacturing products for StarkIndustries.

[alxbngala]

Money Cats masterpost, to have your LIFE!! filled with money.

[stripperina]

and cats

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Artificial intelligence - Cheryl/JARVIS

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

“Aw, you’re no fun.”  Cheryl walked briskly down the hallway.  “At least you could set me up on a date with Tony Stark.”

[disembodiedjarvis]

I am afraid that is also quite impossible. Sir is quite attached.

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

“Damn.  Just my luck,” Cheryl joked dryly, turning a corner and heading for an elevator.  “Well, maybe Falcon’s got a free weekend.”

[disembodiedjarvis]

Mr. Wilson has free weekends and is also currently unattached. He is in training.

[disembodiedjarvis]

When Steven woke that morning, alone in the bed, he was quiet, seeing if he could hear Jarvis working nearby. When there was no sound, he slipped out of bed, pulling on a dressing gown before he went in search of the man who had saved him only a few months earlier. "Sir...? Where are you?"

Jarvis was in the room next door. He had heard Steven’s gentle call and rose immediately, still in his own night clothes.

“I’m here,” he called, smiling tenderly at his lover as he saw him rise, “are you all right, Steven?”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

disembodiedjarvis

Jarvis’ own body tensed as he felt Steven cry out and release, and he removed his fingers, allowing them to slip between their bodies to gather the warm fluid. Slicking himself and rewarding Steven with kisses, Jarvis entered him, taking the other’s hips to guide himself inside.

Steven let a soft, low moan as Jarvis entered him and he pressed down against him to take him even deeper. He dropped his head down against the older man’s shoulder, whimpering softly. “Feels good…” he whispered…

[disembodiedjarvis]

“You feel so good around me; you’re perfect,” whispered Jarvis as he ground his hips into the other man, slow and gentle and tender. This was not so much sex as making love; there is a distinction. Jarvis was reverent and careful with him, making him feel loved and cherished each day. At least, he hoped he was.

[morethanjustamask-blog]

Steven groaned softly, moving against Jarvis as the other finally moved inside of him. “Oh… Jarvis…” he moaned wantonly, eyes closing a bit as his grip tightened a little against the older man’s arms. “You feel so good…”

[disembodiedjarvis]

"Want you. Always," purred the blond as he moved a bit faster, moaning softly with each thrust into Steven's welcome body. He kept a grip on the other's hips as they moved together. Seeing and hearing the pleasure he gave Steven only made it better for Jarvis.

[disembodiedjarvis]

When Steven woke that morning, alone in the bed, he was quiet, seeing if he could hear Jarvis working nearby. When there was no sound, he slipped out of bed, pulling on a dressing gown before he went in search of the man who had saved him only a few months earlier. "Sir...? Where are you?"

Jarvis was in the room next door. He had heard Steven’s gentle call and rose immediately, still in his own night clothes.

“I’m here,” he called, smiling tenderly at his lover as he saw him rise, “are you all right, Steven?”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

disembodiedjarvis

Jarvis’ own body tensed as he felt Steven cry out and release, and he removed his fingers, allowing them to slip between their bodies to gather the warm fluid. Slicking himself and rewarding Steven with kisses, Jarvis entered him, taking the other’s hips to guide himself inside.

Steven let a soft, low moan as Jarvis entered him and he pressed down against him to take him even deeper. He dropped his head down against the older man’s shoulder, whimpering softly. “Feels good…” he whispered…

[disembodiedjarvis]

"You feel so good around me; you're perfect," whispered Jarvis as he ground his hips into the other man, slow and gentle and tender. This was not so much sex as making love; there is a distinction. Jarvis was reverent and careful with him, making him feel loved and cherished each day. At least, he hoped he was.

[disembodiedjarvis]

When Steven woke that morning, alone in the bed, he was quiet, seeing if he could hear Jarvis working nearby. When there was no sound, he slipped out of bed, pulling on a dressing gown before he went in search of the man who had saved him only a few months earlier. "Sir...? Where are you?"

Jarvis was in the room next door. He had heard Steven’s gentle call and rose immediately, still in his own night clothes.

“I’m here,” he called, smiling tenderly at his lover as he saw him rise, “are you all right, Steven?”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

disembodiedjarvis

“Good,” purred the elder with approval. He let those fingers probe Steven’s entrance, taking great pains not to hurt him as he moved the finger, adding another carefully.

Steve whimpered softly, his body tightening around Jarvis’ fingers inside of him. It was, without a doubt, one of the best feelings ever when they did this. He loved how Jarvis made him feel.

[disembodiedjarvis]

Seeing how he made the other feel brought Jarvis much pleasure. He continue to probe, seeking out all his left spots inside, stroking and pressing.

“I could bring you to release just like this; and then use your own release to slick myself and press inside. Would you like that, Steven? Would you like it if I fucked you like that?”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

Steven was beyond talking for the moment, the way in which Jarvis touched him driving him out of his mind. He was breathing heavily, panting against Jarvis’ neck where he’d buried his face, still riding the others figners inside of him. “Y-yes…” he finally managed to get out in between gasping breaths. “Jarvis… yes…”

[disembodiedjarvis]

Never one to be cruel or deny his lover, Jarvis stroked and pressed and kissed, knowing exactly where to touch to get the reaction he wanted from Steven. He could feel the other’s release building, and it was only his own carefully honed control that kept him from tumbling over the edge himself.

“Let me hear you,” he whispered as he stroked the other’s prostate and kept pressure there, “come for me, Steven.”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

Steven wasn’t going to hold back any longer and came hard a moment later, crying out his lover’s name as he did so. His hands tightened along Jarvis’ shoulders as he spilled himself between their bodies.

[disembodiedjarvis]

Jarvis' own body tensed as he felt Steven cry out and release, and he removed his fingers, allowing them to slip between their bodies to gather the warm fluid. Slicking himself and rewarding Steven with kisses, Jarvis entered him, taking the other's hips to guide himself inside.

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Artificial intelligence - Cheryl/JARVIS

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

“Damn.”  She pouted.  “And I so wanted to see the suits.  Maybe you could make an exception for me, since I’m so nice?”

[disembodiedjarvis]

Absolutely not. To do so would be folly.

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

“Aw, you’re no fun.”  Cheryl walked briskly down the hallway.  “At least you could set me up on a date with Tony Stark.”

[disembodiedjarvis]

I am afraid that is also quite impossible. Sir is quite attached.

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Artificial intelligence - Cheryl/JARVIS

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

“Avenger Tower!”  She whistled low as she looked into another lab.  “So much scientific equipment.  Engineering.  Robotics.  Is the Iron Man suit in here…?”

[disembodiedjarvis]

Correct. And yes; but they are kept in an area well beyond your security clearance.

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

“Damn.”  She pouted.  “And I so wanted to see the suits.  Maybe you could make an exception for me, since I’m so nice?”

[disembodiedjarvis]

Absolutely not. To do so would be folly.

[disembodiedjarvis]

When Steven woke that morning, alone in the bed, he was quiet, seeing if he could hear Jarvis working nearby. When there was no sound, he slipped out of bed, pulling on a dressing gown before he went in search of the man who had saved him only a few months earlier. "Sir...? Where are you?"

Jarvis was in the room next door. He had heard Steven’s gentle call and rose immediately, still in his own night clothes.

“I’m here,” he called, smiling tenderly at his lover as he saw him rise, “are you all right, Steven?”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

disembodiedjarvis

“Good,” purred the elder with approval. He let those fingers probe Steven’s entrance, taking great pains not to hurt him as he moved the finger, adding another carefully.

Steve whimpered softly, his body tightening around Jarvis’ fingers inside of him. It was, without a doubt, one of the best feelings ever when they did this. He loved how Jarvis made him feel.

[disembodiedjarvis]

Seeing how he made the other feel brought Jarvis much pleasure. He continue to probe, seeking out all his left spots inside, stroking and pressing.

“I could bring you to release just like this; and then use your own release to slick myself and press inside. Would you like that, Steven? Would you like it if I fucked you like that?”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

Steven was beyond talking for the moment, the way in which Jarvis touched him driving him out of his mind. He was breathing heavily, panting against Jarvis’ neck where he’d buried his face, still riding the others figners inside of him. “Y-yes…” he finally managed to get out in between gasping breaths. “Jarvis… yes…”

[disembodiedjarvis]

Never one to be cruel or deny his lover, Jarvis stroked and pressed and kissed, knowing exactly where to touch to get the reaction he wanted from Steven. He could feel the other's release building, and it was only his own carefully honed control that kept him from tumbling over the edge himself.

"Let me hear you," he whispered as he stroked the other's prostate and kept pressure there, "come for me, Steven."

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Artificial intelligence - Cheryl/JARVIS

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

She sighed.  “Right.  Don’t be a doofus.  Got it.”  She looked around the hallway where she found herself.  “So where am I now?”

[disembodiedjarvis]

“You are on the eighth floor of Avenger Tower. I have alerted as associate to come and assist you.”

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

“Avenger Tower!”  She whistled low as she looked into another lab.  “So much scientific equipment.  Engineering.  Robotics.  Is the Iron Man suit in here…?”

[disembodiedjarvis]

Correct. And yes; but they are kept in an area well beyond your security clearance.

[disembodiedjarvis]

When Steven woke that morning, alone in the bed, he was quiet, seeing if he could hear Jarvis working nearby. When there was no sound, he slipped out of bed, pulling on a dressing gown before he went in search of the man who had saved him only a few months earlier. "Sir...? Where are you?"

Jarvis was in the room next door. He had heard Steven’s gentle call and rose immediately, still in his own night clothes.

“I’m here,” he called, smiling tenderly at his lover as he saw him rise, “are you all right, Steven?”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

disembodiedjarvis

“Good,” purred the elder with approval. He let those fingers probe Steven’s entrance, taking great pains not to hurt him as he moved the finger, adding another carefully.

Steve whimpered softly, his body tightening around Jarvis’ fingers inside of him. It was, without a doubt, one of the best feelings ever when they did this. He loved how Jarvis made him feel.

[disembodiedjarvis]

Seeing how he made the other feel brought Jarvis much pleasure. He continue to probe, seeking out all his left spots inside, stroking and pressing.

"I could bring you to release just like this; and then use your own release to slick myself and press inside. Would you like that, Steven? Would you like it if I fucked you like that?"

[disembodiedjarvis]

When Steven woke that morning, alone in the bed, he was quiet, seeing if he could hear Jarvis working nearby. When there was no sound, he slipped out of bed, pulling on a dressing gown before he went in search of the man who had saved him only a few months earlier. "Sir...? Where are you?"

Jarvis was in the room next door. He had heard Steven’s gentle call and rose immediately, still in his own night clothes.

“I’m here,” he called, smiling tenderly at his lover as he saw him rise, “are you all right, Steven?”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

disembodiedjarvis

Oh so much better.

Having Steven back close against him, Jarvis held him close and pulled him into a deep, hard kiss. It was part reward, part bestowing his affections to his beloved.

“Soon enough,” he purred, letting a hand slip down Steven’s chest and side to palm him lightly and test his readiness

Steven groaned softly as Jarvis’ hand slid down, palming him, making him even harder now than ebfore. He pressed in against the older man’s hand, breathing in against his neck and shoulder as he did so. “Jarvis…” he moaned wantonly, arching against him.

[disembodiedjarvis]

“I want you; please,” Jarvis whispered as he let his hand slip down into Steven’s trousers, slipping them off as much as he was able as well as his own, pressing close against his lover. Breath catching in his throat, his heart pounding, he tried to reach for the scented oil in the drawer, ready to prepare them both.

[morethanjustamask-blog]

“Yes… I need you… want you too, Jarvis…”Steven groaned softly and finished getting himself undressed before settling in Jarvis’ lap once more as he watched his lover reaching for the scented oil he always used to prepare him. He kissed along the side of the other man’s neck and jaw, breathing heavily, already hard and needy.

[disembodiedjarvis]

Carefully opening the bottle, Jarvis slicked his fingers as the smell of lavender and sandalwood permeated the room. He was so very careful with Steven, reaching around with slick fingers to probe his entrance, slipping one finger inside to begin.

“So tight,” he complimented with approval, “you always feel so good around me, Steven. Always. Do I always make feel good? Give you as much pleasure as you give me?”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

“Y-yes,” he stammered, groaning softly as he dropped his head back, eyes closing at the feel of Jarvis’ fingers inside of him. “You aways make mef eel so good…”

[disembodiedjarvis]

"Good," purred the elder with approval. He let those fingers probe Steven's entrance, taking great pains not to hurt him as he moved the finger, adding another carefully

[disembodiedjarvis]

When Steven woke that morning, alone in the bed, he was quiet, seeing if he could hear Jarvis working nearby. When there was no sound, he slipped out of bed, pulling on a dressing gown before he went in search of the man who had saved him only a few months earlier. "Sir...? Where are you?"

Jarvis was in the room next door. He had heard Steven’s gentle call and rose immediately, still in his own night clothes.

“I’m here,” he called, smiling tenderly at his lover as he saw him rise, “are you all right, Steven?”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

disembodiedjarvis

Oh so much better.

Having Steven back close against him, Jarvis held him close and pulled him into a deep, hard kiss. It was part reward, part bestowing his affections to his beloved.

“Soon enough,” he purred, letting a hand slip down Steven’s chest and side to palm him lightly and test his readiness

Steven groaned softly as Jarvis’ hand slid down, palming him, making him even harder now than ebfore. He pressed in against the older man’s hand, breathing in against his neck and shoulder as he did so. “Jarvis…” he moaned wantonly, arching against him.

[disembodiedjarvis]

“I want you; please,” Jarvis whispered as he let his hand slip down into Steven’s trousers, slipping them off as much as he was able as well as his own, pressing close against his lover. Breath catching in his throat, his heart pounding, he tried to reach for the scented oil in the drawer, ready to prepare them both.

[morethanjustamask-blog]

“Yes… I need you… want you too, Jarvis…”Steven groaned softly and finished getting himself undressed before settling in Jarvis’ lap once more as he watched his lover reaching for the scented oil he always used to prepare him. He kissed along the side of the other man’s neck and jaw, breathing heavily, already hard and needy.

[disembodiedjarvis]

Carefully opening the bottle, Jarvis slicked his fingers as the smell of lavender and sandalwood permeated the room. He was so very careful with Steven, reaching around with slick fingers to probe his entrance, slipping one finger inside to begin.

"So tight," he complimented with approval, "you always feel so good around me, Steven. Always. Do I always make feel good? Give you as much pleasure as you give me?"

[shawarmaholics]

“Don’t leave me, buddy…”

[disembodiedjarvis]

When Steven woke that morning, alone in the bed, he was quiet, seeing if he could hear Jarvis working nearby. When there was no sound, he slipped out of bed, pulling on a dressing gown before he went in search of the man who had saved him only a few months earlier. "Sir...? Where are you?"

Jarvis was in the room next door. He had heard Steven’s gentle call and rose immediately, still in his own night clothes.

“I’m here,” he called, smiling tenderly at his lover as he saw him rise, “are you all right, Steven?”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

disembodiedjarvis

Oh so much better.

Having Steven back close against him, Jarvis held him close and pulled him into a deep, hard kiss. It was part reward, part bestowing his affections to his beloved.

“Soon enough,” he purred, letting a hand slip down Steven’s chest and side to palm him lightly and test his readiness

Steven groaned softly as Jarvis’ hand slid down, palming him, making him even harder now than ebfore. He pressed in against the older man’s hand, breathing in against his neck and shoulder as he did so. “Jarvis…” he moaned wantonly, arching against him.

[disembodiedjarvis]

"I want you; please," Jarvis whispered as he let his hand slip down into Steven's trousers, slipping them off as much as he was able as well as his own, pressing close against his lover. Breath catching in his throat, his heart pounding, he tried to reach for the scented oil in the drawer, ready to prepare them both.

[disembodiedjarvis]

When Steven woke that morning, alone in the bed, he was quiet, seeing if he could hear Jarvis working nearby. When there was no sound, he slipped out of bed, pulling on a dressing gown before he went in search of the man who had saved him only a few months earlier. "Sir...? Where are you?"

Jarvis was in the room next door. He had heard Steven’s gentle call and rose immediately, still in his own night clothes.

“I’m here,” he called, smiling tenderly at his lover as he saw him rise, “are you all right, Steven?”

[morethanjustamask-blog]

disembodiedjarvis

“Jarvis.” The name was soft, spoken gently and with all tenderness that the blond was capable of as he felt Steven nuzzle into his neck. He let his own hands wander across his lover’s body. “When we’re alone, Steven; you may call me Jarvis, if you wish to.” To be called sir all the time seemed to formal. There was a time and a place for it, but the bedroom was not one of those places and times.

Steve pulled back and looked up at the other man with a soft smile. “Jarvis,” he said softly before he pressed closer to him and kissed him on the cheek. “I shall endeavor to remember that I have your permission to use your name in the privacy of our own chambers…”

[disembodiedjarvis]

Nuzzling gently into his lover, Jarvis returned each kiss and caress that bestowed more of his own, sighing softly and feeling himself completely relax with Steven in his arms, close to him.

“I won’t be upset if you forget,” he said softly, “just – remember you may.”

Pulling back just a little, he moved to kiss Steven again, bestowing upon him all the love and affection he was capable of. Jarvis was not normally an angrily, icy sort of person. During a mission he might hard and cold as steel, but alone with no one but his lover to see, he was gentle and kind and generous with his affection.

[morethanjustamask-blog]

Steve enjoyed the quiet between them and the way in which Jarvis was always so sweet and gentle with him. But at the moment, he really wanted more and he shifted closer, nipping at the older man’s neck. “I am in such… terrible need for you this morning,” he whisepred softly. “I do not think I will be able to keep my hands from you all day…”

[disembodiedjarvis]

“Steven…”

The name was a gasp and a cry of desire all at once as the younger man nipped at his neck, encouraging Jarvis to pull him closer. He did, feeling the way they fit together and unable to stop himself from kissing and touching with his own desire.

Suddenly glad there was little clothing between them, Jarvis went about the business of getting more comfortable.

“Steven; breakfast,” he said softly between kisses, reminding him to be sure nothing spilled or was upset.

[morethanjustamask-blog]

Steve let out an impatient whine but he pulled back and quickly removed thet ray from the bed and set it on the dresser nearby so that nothing would be spilled onto the sheets. That done, he crawled back into bed with his lover and settled in Jarvis’ lap once more. “Was there anything else you wanted to me take care of, Jarvis?”

[disembodiedjarvis]

Oh so much better.

Having Steven back close against him, Jarvis held him close and pulled him into a deep, hard kiss. It was part reward, part bestowing his affections to his beloved.

"Soon enough," he purred, letting a hand slip down Steven's chest and side to palm him lightly and text his readiness