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Google could tell that something was wrong as he broke the yolk of your eggs this morning. He was unsure as to what was causing this feeling, but it had been hours since it started and he noticed that his ability to dismiss it as nothing was waning. His limbs felt as if it took 15% more energy to move them, and his ability to answer questions and respond to tasks had slowed to a mere 78% efficiency. It was something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by you, but you knew better than to ask him about it, preferring to assume that he had an update coming up. He always slowed down a little right before a big update, and it was a sore spot for him.
But you couldn’t dismiss it anymore, not with him being like this.
“Google,” you began, watching as his head tilted up and then over to you, it taking an additional second for his eyes to focus on your form. “are you alright?”
“There seems to be an error in my systems. I am unsure as to what.”
“Okay Google, sit on the couch and perform a diagnostic.”
Giving a nod he wandered over to the couch and sat down, his eyes zoning out as he began performing his diagnostic tests. It felt odd to watch him be so lifeless, but it startled you further when he suddenly lurched forward, coughing a few times as he had finished his scans. You could see within the rays of the sun coming through the window the particles of dust that had been forcefully expelled from Google’s mouth, hovering in the air before beginning their descent to the floor.
“I appear to have caught a virus.”
“How? I didn’t click any suspicious ads or links or anything.”
“I am unsure, however it is present in my mainframe, and as such I must expel it.”
“And uh, what does that look like for you?”
“I imagine that it would look to you as it would for a fellow human to have a cold. However, unlike the petri dishes that are mankind, I do not run the risk of getting you ill as I use my antivirus software.”
You decided to promptly ignore the dig on humanity before asking, “And how long would that take?”
He coughed into his fist again. “Unknown duration, however research results place it between two and four days for a complete removal of the virus with my current antivirus software. Conveniently Google Inc has a premium antivirus software that can be shipped here-” he paused, his face scrunching up a little in mild disgust “-for $250 plus shipping. Knowing our financials, you do not have that kind of variance in your bank account for such an expenditure. So,” he sighed “two to four days it is.”
“Will you be alright during that time?”
“I will be fine. My systems will dispel the virus and I will return to normal function.”
“But will you be okay?”
“I do not understand the concern. Are you worried about the return on your investment?”
“No Google, you aren’t well. I’m worried about you.”
Maybe it was the fact that the virus was still present in his body, or maybe it was the lesser processing speed and efficiency he was working with, but he felt almost…warm inside at the thought of you being worried about him. It must’ve been the virus, he wouldn’t entertain it being anything else.
“The concern is unnecessary. I will be well within the two to four day parameter, it will be like this never happened.”
“Okay. Well then Google, perform the antiviral program.”
“As you say.” he said before moving to lay down on the couch and closing his eyes, beginning to run the software. His internal fans picked up a little, but for the most part appeared to simply be asleep. With that started, you decided to go about your day. You had some laundry to do, and you had some snacks you wanted to pick up from the store, and now seemed as good of a time as any to do those things.
You got dressed for the day and went down to the basement to do your laundry. Tossing the mixed basket of laundry into the washer you put the soap in, and let the machine do its thing. Waiting for the wash cycle to be done was the best course of action, as you wouldn’t take long at the store and you wanted your clothes, sheets, and blankets to be dry by the time you got back. So once they were done washing you swapped them over and started the dryer before heading out to go to the store. You went in, grabbed you snacks of choice, and then thought about what you wanted to do for dinner. Google had made a weekly meal plan for you to follow, but you couldn’t exactly ask him about it while he was out. He also hadn’t sent you the recipe nor wrote it down, so unfortunately your plans for dinner tonight were foiled. You decided to grab some frozen veggies and chicken breast to make for an easy dinner, figuring you’d be able to go back to the regularly scheduled meal plan tomorrow. Using the self checkout made the process quick, and before long you had pulled up to your home and made your way back inside.
“Google, I’m home.” you called on reflex. Though the silence in response reminded you that he was currently preoccupied. Heading to the kitchen you put your dinner groceries away and then headed to your room to put your snacks away. It was still early, so you figured you’d put on some YouTube and just doom watch for a while. A buzz promptly put that on hold. The dryer was done. Heading back down to the basement you grabbed the laundry, tossing it into the basket and bringing it to your room. You could fold laundry and watch YouTube. Scrolling through your list of subscribed channels, you clicked on Markiplier and saw that he had a new video out. You could watch that with dinner tonight, but for now you wanted something familiar. You clicked on one of the playlists that had been out for years now.
“Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to SCP Containment Breach-” Perfect. With that, you half paid attention to Mark and what he was doing while also folding your laundry. Your shirts, pants, underwear, socks, washcloths, and a couple of sets of sheets made up the majority of the basket, but then you got to the last thing in there and it made you pause. It was one of Google’s shirts. You’d made sure that he had a decent amount of clothes just in case, and this was one such time where it proved useful. Google had stained it while making a loaf of bread, the flour mixture having gotten on it. Looking at it now made your heart twinge a little. He had been considerate that day, you having mentioned you would’ve liked some fresh bread for breakfast the day before but never ordering him to do so. Your hold tightened a little on the shirt before you promptly tossed it back into the basket and stood up, the desire to go check on him rising in your gut.
Pausing your video you headed to the living room, eyes darting to the couch. There Google laid, though he looked uncomfortable. His eyes were still closed, signaling that he was still resting, but his brows were furrowed and his breathing protocol was inconsistent, stuttering and sometimes deep but sometimes shallow on intake. You quietly headed to him, standing by his head as you reached out to feel his forehead. It felt warm under your palm and upon contact with his forehead he gasped, his forehead nudging closer to your hand. Flinching at his insistence upon your touch, you felt the concern creep its way into your throat. Usually he was indifferent to physical contact if not a little touch adverse.
There had to be something you could do. But what? If he were human you’d give him some medicine. But he wasn’t human and the treatment was already being administered. You didn’t know what would help versus what would possibly hurt him further, and you didn’t want to accidentally break him. Not that he was all that fragile, but it was difficult to think of him as anything else right now. Sighing, you removed your hand and backed off. He’d be okay, he just needed time. Besides, there was nothing you could do because he wasn’t human and you weren’t an expert at robotics.
Resolving yourself you decided to head back to your room to continue watching Mark play SCP Containment Breach, though as you pressed play you knew that you wouldn’t end up actually paying all that much attention to it. You tuned in at big moments like when Radical Larry ended up putting Mark into his alternate world and Mark found his way out on his very first try and when he had managed to trap Radical Larry back in his containment cell, but it wasn’t thrilling you like it would under normal circumstances. You had gotten decently into the 67 video playlist before your stomach grumbled. Checking the time you realized you had spent hours in front of the tv and now it was a bit past your typical dinnertime. Lugging yourself up onto your feet you made your way to the kitchen to make dinner. You tossed the frozen veggies into the microwave and grabbed a pan, seasoning the chicken before putting it in the hot pan and throwing away the packaging. It took a little time, but the chicken cooked and the vegetables heated up, and before long you had a healthy and delicious meal.
You put some butter on your veggies and plated your dinner, bringing it back to the bedroom to eat and watch YouTube in there. Backing out of the SCP Containment Breach playlist you opted to watch Mark’s newest video. You noted that a lot had changed over the years, from Mark’s look to his sound quality and visual effects, but what else would you expect from over 13 years of development? You pondered the continuous passage of time as you ate dinner, and like always you enjoyed Mark’s video. Once you had finished your dinner you felt wrong as you set your plate to the side. Google would’ve never let that slide, but he wasn’t exactly present to chastise you into bringing the plate to the sink.
You decided to turn in early, and as you fitfully couldn’t sleep you looked up the antivirus program for your Google bot. The search brought you to a FAQ page, and you scrolled the questions and answers. ‘How long does it take for my Google bot to be fixed once the antivirus program starts?’ ‘That depends on the virus or viruses that have implanted into the Google bot’s systems. On average it takes two to three days, but can take up to four with the basic antivirus program.’ ‘Can I upgrade to the premium antivirus while my Google bot is already performing the basic program?’ ‘No. The Google bot will continue to run the basic program to remove the virus, however it will utilize the premium antivirus for any future viruses it may obtain.’ ‘I think my Google bot is overheating, is this normal?’ ‘The systems will run hotter as a result of the antivirus program functioning. This is normal. They will return to normal levels once the program has completed and your Google bot is functioning fully again.’ Unfortunately none of this was helpful to soothe your worries, and frankly you didn’t like how the FAQs never brought up the emotional aspect of having your Google bot be ill. You turned your phone off and set it on your nightstand to charge before you rolled over, closing your eyes in the hope of tricking your body to sleep.
You didn’t know when you actually managed to fall asleep, but as you woke up to the sun being almost fully in the sky you knew that it was going to be a long day, even if it was already half over and barely began. Shoving your feet into your slippers you made your way to the living room to check on Google. The first thing you noticed was that he was awake. The second was that he was trembling a lot and seemed more aware of his surroundings than he did yesterday.
Making your way to the couch you felt his forehead again, and he leaned into your touch with a deep whine emanating from the back of his throat. In any other circumstance it would’ve had you over the moon to see him so wanton for your touch, but right now you’d take a quiet elation that cut through your worry. “How are you doing, Google?”
His brown eyes stared at you as he shrunk back from your hand again as if on principle. “I have been better.” he said dryly, another bout of shivers overtaking him.
“So what’s happening now?” you asked, removing your hand from the vicinity of his forehead.
“My systems are hot and the environment feels colder as a result. It is highly unpleasant.” he replied.
“Is there anything I can do to help you, Google?”
“No. My protocol is already doing what it must to ensure the virus’s removal.”
“I don’t care about the protocol Google! Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Anything at all?”
The android clenched his jaw as his discomforted gaze glared at you. Regarding matters of preference or desires Google generally had a hard time, and now that you were asking this question to him now of all times irked him. What irked him more was that he found it easier to answer than he expected.
“Just remain here.”
“Stay with you?”
“As I said.”
You nodded and moved to try and sit on the couch at his feet, him bending his knees to allow for it. “Okay. Anything else?”
“Remain as you are, as if my current state renders you unaffected.”
Okay, so stick around and act normal. You could do that. At least, you hoped you could do that. It couldn’t be that hard. Now that Google was at least awake it would definitely be easier to act like everything was okay, because everything was okay.
“You are doing that overprocessing function you’re prone to doing.” he stated, staring hard at you, causing you to wince in embarrassment at being perceived so easily.
“Yeah, I suppose I am.”
“Stop it. Distract yourself with visual entertainment if you must.”
Watch tv to distract yourself, huh? You could do that. Grabbing the remote you turned on the tv and looked for something to watch. The tv guide showed that one of your favorite childhood films was on and you only missed part of the beginning. You clicked on it and quickly took note that it was the scene where Eve first landed on Earth. Adjusting, you got comfortable and quickly became entraptured by the screen just as you did any other time the movie was on.
Google found himself genuinely watching the film as well, his thoughts turning to you as he watched. You were much like WALL-E in your curiosity and desire to know more, and as he continued to watch while WALL-E cared for Eve when she was powered down he found himself thinking about his current situation. While he wasn’t completely powered down, he definitely wasn’t at a hundred percent capacity, and here you were sitting and keeping him company because you wanted to keep him comfortable. You were kind, and always treated him with more personhood than he needed. If he were to truly think about how it affected him, he’d say it was nice. Not that he’d ever tell you though, he had a reputation to uphold.
The movie went to commercial break and you stretched before getting up, and Google watched as you left the room. The trajectory of your steps indicated that you were heading to the bathroom, and knowing you you’d be back shortly. The commercials did nothing to grasp his attention, and he found himself counting the minutes until your return. As much as he was loathe to admit it, he missed you. Without you his shivers came back into focus in his mind, and it felt like every symptom he experienced was worse. He wasn’t coughing anymore, but it felt like there was a tickle in his throat that had only seemingly subsided once you had come to check on him. Hearing your footsteps coming back down the hall he turned his gaze back to the tv as he watched a commercial about some prescription drug with happy looking people on the screen as the side effects were being read off quickly by the narrator.
“Oh good, I didn’t miss anything.” you said, sitting back down at his feet. You glanced at him and noticed him watching the tv. “How are you doing, Google?”
“I am functioning at a better capacity today than I was yesterday, though my systems are not yet fully functioning. If predictions serve me well, I should be at full capacity by tomorrow.”
“That’s good. I…I worry about you, you know.” you admitted, clasping your hands together and looking down at them.
“There is no need. I do not become ill like humans, nor do I have a mortality to be concerned with.”
“I know, I just…it worried me to see you as you were yesterday. Knowing you were out cold on the couch and not knowing how to be able to help you –worse off, knowing that there wasn’t really anything I could do to help you– was scary. And I know, I know that in the end you’ll be fine and we’ll be going back to the way things were since before you somehow got that virus, but-”
“-But it does not detract from how you are feeling in the present time.” Google interrupted, and as you properly looked at him you noticed that there was a softness in his gaze, one that was unlike him in most interactions.
“Yeah, exactly.”
“Would it benefit you to have physical comfort?”
Okay, he was definitely ill still, even if he presented as being his usual self more than before. Google didn’t initiate hugs, and he didn’t often understand your ‘silly human emotions’. But here he was doing both. It was a little unnerving, but you couldn’t say that it wasn’t appreciated.
“I-Is that okay with you?”
“My feelings on it do not matter. Would you benefit from physical touch?”
You took a moment to think about it. “...Yes.” you finally decided, and as Google opened his arms from his supine position on the couch, you found yourself crawling over him and resting prone on his body. You turned your head to the side and rested it over his dimly glowing chest –another physical indicator of his current affliction– and seeing that the movie had come back on you chose to turn your attention to that instead.
Meanwhile, Google moved his arms to allow you to gain comfort from his physical form and as you made yourself comfortable on his body he felt something in his systems lurch, though not negatively. It was as if something had been stuck and suddenly came loose. In his current state he couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and he found that he currently didn’t want to. The only thought that made itself present in his neurological components was that this was nice. His attention on the movie was completely lost, focusing instead on you and the comfort he was feeling from this exchange as he rested his arms around your form. His trembling subsided with you in his arms, and for the first time today he felt genuinely comfortable.
Neither of you knew when it happened, but as you both took comfort and peace from cuddling on the couch, you both ended up falling asleep in each other’s embrace. It wasn’t until hours later that you woke up, and as you moved to look at Google you noticed that he was still asleep. You grabbed your phone from the coffee table and checked the time to see that it was about five in the evening. Your stomach growling indicated that it was time for you to make dinner, but Google’s arms were still wrapped around you, and you didn’t want to wake him up. Carefully you started pulling back from his hold, and you gently moved his arms off of you and had them rest on his torso, asleep like Sleeping Beauty. Once free you went to go use the bathroom, washed your hands, and made your way to the kitchen to make dinner.
You wanted something quick and easy, so you decided to make some mac and cheese. Was it the healthiest meal you could make? No. Was it even the easiest meal you could make? Also no. But you wanted it, so damn it you were gonna have it. Filling a pot of water and shaking some salt into the water, you then turned the stove on and waited, scrolling through your Tumblr feed as you did so. Once you heard the water start to boil you added the macaroni to the pot, gave it a stir so the noodles wouldn’t be stuck together, and then waited some more for the pasta to cook.
Preoccupied with your phone, you jumped when you felt an arm wrap around your waist. But you settled when you heard Google’s voice. “Mac and cheese? That is not a full, balanced meal.” he chastised, his voice a bit rumbly from still waking up.
“Maybe not, but it’s quick, it’s easy, and I wanted it.” you replied before turning in his hold to look at him. “Did I wake you up?”
He shook his head. “Negative, I ‘woke up’ naturally.”
“Your shivers seem to have stopped.”
“Indeed. It seems as if that aspect of the virus has been subdued and removed.”
“You’re still touchy though.”
“Does it bother you?”
“No, it’s just not like your usual self.”
“Would you want it to be?”
Your furrowed brows and surprised gaze directed him to think that the answer was no, and as such he turned his attention to your boiling macaroni. “Your dinner is about to overcook.”
“Shit! Thanks Google.” you said, turning your attention to the pot. You used potholders and brought it to the sink, dumping the macaroni into the awaiting strainer, shaking the strainer and using gravity to strain the water. Putting the macaroni back in the pot you added a little milk, the cheese powder, and ripped up some slices of cheese to add to the pot. Mixing it all together you watched as the powder incorporated, the milk got thick and the cheese melted and started making many thin cheese pulls as you mixed the macaroni, akin almost to looking like spider webs, or neurons even with their ‘branches’. Once it was the perfect consistency you then put the entire pot of macaroni into a big bowl, figuring you’d eat what you wanted from it and if there were leftovers you could easily wrap up the bowl in some plastic wrap and put it in the fridge for tomorrow.
Once you fixed it the way you liked it you made your way to the kitchen table to eat. Google would’ve had a minor fit if you had tried to head to the living room with dinner, which honestly would’ve comforted you some because at least then he’d be acting more like his usual self. You saw him sit across from you and you considered his question as you ate.
“I thought you were touch averse?”
“I can be at times, yes.”
“So why are you asking me if I want you to touch me more?”
“Because as loathe as I am to admit it, the physical contact from earlier today was…” enjoyable, needed, appreciated, many descriptive words suggested themselves in his head, but he didn’t want to seem too invested in the approval of his suggestion, so instead he went with the weak descriptor of, “nice.”
“Do you think that might be because you’re ill?”
“Are you concerned that if you agree that when I am fully well again I will want to revoke the agreement?”
“Maybe. I just want to know this is something you genuinely want, and not anything having to do with the virus or you doing it because you think I’d enjoy it even though it bothers you.”
Google took a moment to think on that. You were right of course, he had been touch neutral, and even sometimes touch averse while you have been his owner. In your perspective it would definitely seem odd for him to request more touch now. But how could he convince you that this is what he wanted? “I may have a suggestion.”
“Hit me.”
His brows furrowed a little, but he closed his eyes and dispelled the thought from his mind. You didn’t mean it literally, you never did. It was something he was getting used to. He opened his eyes and turned his gaze back to you.
“I would like to continue our current parameters of physical touch from this afternoon while I am ill. Once I am again at full capacity I can reevaluate and let you know if my decision still stands.”
That would have to do. It was a logical option, you just worried you’d be taking advantage of him since he was bringing this up in his currently sick state.
“If that’s what you want.”
As hard as it was for Google to say, he nodded. “It is.”
Nodding your assent, you went back to eating your mac and cheese. You ate about half of the large bowl before you covered up the rest in plastic wrap and put it in the fridge for tomorrow.
“So, what should we do now?”
“If you would like to play a game I would observe the story with you, or if you prefer to watch someone else play we could watch YouTube.”
“Well, I was watching Markiplier play SCP Containment Breach yesterday while you were out…”
“If you have not finished the playthrough, we can continue it if you want.”
“In my room or out here?”
“Whichever is more comfortable for you.”
You opted to watch the playthrough in the living room, figuring that you could head into the bedroom once you got tired enough to go back to sleep. Not that you would, at least you didn’t think so, because of how much sleeping you had done earlier today as well as the nap you had with Google on the couch. You both sat back down on the couch and you picked up where you’d left off with watching the playthrough. A few hours in you started feeling a bit peckish and figured that some popcorn was just what the doctor ordered, though before you could get up Google had done so.
“Where are you going?”
“You want a snack.”
“Yeah, so?”
“If I couldn’t even do that, you might as well scrap me.”
“But you don’t even know what I was gonna grab.”
He supposed that was true. You had a variety of snacks in the house, and he would be going off of his best estimate. “Okay, what do you want then?”
“...popcorn.”
“Not entirely out of the parameters of my estimation, however it is a slight outlier to my current predictions. You were right, I didn’t know what you wanted.” he said with a small, almost proud smirk before heading into the kitchen and making you your popcorn.
That smirk shouldn’t have meant more to you than just a facial expression for the benefit of human comfort, but it did. It made your stomach flutter and your heart feel fuller. “Hey, should you be doing that? You’re still ill!”
“Not ill enough to not make popcorn.”
“If you overdo it and make yourself sick again I won’t forgive you!”
It made Google pause as he was about to put the microwave on. He set the microwave for two minutes and thirty seconds before settling himself back to lean against the counter. You had truly worried about him when he was out. He knew that, of course, but…it meant more now. You had always let him know how much you cared, but now it felt more genuine. Or maybe he was just more open to receiving it and accepting it as such.
“I won’t overdo it. I promise.” he replied, watching as the popcorn started to pop in the bag.
Hearing no response Google assumed he must've placated you, but he would keep his word about not overdoing it. Originally he would've opposed such a notion, not only for keeping his word to a human, but to the thought that he could overwork himself, but over time he had come to understand your human worries regardless of how necessary they were. Deep down he appreciated it, though he doubted his ability to voice that to you. It would be beneath him, but it would also mean that he was more like the species he hated deeply than he would've ever liked to admit.
The popping slowed down significantly when Google opened up the microwave, and he felt as a couple of kernels popped while the bag was pinched between his fingers. A couple of late bloomers, as some would say.
“Come on Google, you're about to miss a good part!”
He looked in the direction of your call before looking at the bag in his hand. A small smirk graced his face as his gaze softened a little before he left to go to you again.
Maybe he was a late bloomer too, but with enough time with you he could pop into his full potential.
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your sonar fic was absolutely amazing, would you ever write another one ??
Yeah, I don't mind writing another one. I don't know when exactly it would happen, but I'm sure it will. Probably when I have a little extra time. Sonar is my favorite, so that makes it a lot easier for me to write.
Requested: Technically no? But I have seen some people complain about there being no x reader fics of him while I was in the middle of writing it so that was a thing.
~5k words
Size kink, bat form sex, doing it at work, begging, using his tie kind of like a leash, possessive talk
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Barely alive and low in fucks to give, you pulled out the office chair and set your cup of ambition down on the desk in front of you. Early mornings blew, which was why you never tried to work them if you could avoid it, but Robert had called you to ask if you'd take his shift today so he could get Beef to the vet for his checkup, and you'd rather be here than have anything bad happen to that dog.
So here you were, sitting down at your desk and wishing you could've come in for later in the morning like usual. ‘But it was for Beef’ you thought to yourself as you sat down, trying to keep the words in your mind like a mantra. ‘It’s for Beef’.
It was as you had put on your headset that you noticed something on your desk that wasn't usually there. It was a paper bag with a business label on it, though not one you recognized. The risk versus reward receptors in your brain weren't fully awake –nor was the rest of you– so as you opened up the bag you didn't even consider that it could've been something dangerous.
But there was no reason to fear, as you reached in and pulled out a large scone from the bag. Blueberry by the look of it. It caused you to furrow your brows, as nobody other than Blue Blazer and Robert knew you were going to be in this early and you doubted that either of them would've gotten you a scone for the trouble. Maybe something for lunch, but not breakfast. Picking up your coffee you took a full gulp before setting it back down and settling in to enjoy your newfound treat. The flavor of blueberry burst in your mouth as you had taken a bite, and the soft moan you released was warranted. The scone was pillowy soft and fresh, yet not too soft to crumble when you took your bite. You looked at the bag it came in and took a mental note to visit the place yourself whenever you wanted to treat yourself to some phenomenal baked goods.
“Is it everything you hoped for?” you heard behind you and to the left. Turning the chair around –one of the many benefits of a wheely office chair– you saw him, your favorite member of the Z Team.
“You'd mentioned it once in passing when you were talking to Flambae. I was getting myself some coffee and breakfast and figured you'd enjoy it. Glad I went when I did because I didn't know you were coming in early today. What's up with that, anyway?”
“Yeah, this is excellent, thank you.” you replied once your mouth wasn't full. “How did you know blueberry was my favorite?” you asked the ever composed bat man.
That had been months ago. How the hell did he even remember that? Rather than comment and run the risk of him saying that it was because of him being a Harvard graduate, you decided to answer his question. “Beef’s annual checkup was today, so I'm filling in for Robert. Means you get to talk to me for more than just pleasant side conversations.” Seeing as you were a part of the dispatch team, you had your own heroes that you sent out to help with whatever was needed. They weren't part of the Phoenix Program, but they were still on the lower tier of heroes. It was the V Team, which had earned a few snickers and chuckles when you told people. “Keep it a secret, would you? I want them to be surprised.”
“Just this once I know nothing.” he replied with a small amused smirk. “Everyone's here by the way, so whenever you're ready.”
“Oh!” you exclaimed, quickly turning around and pulling yourself close to the desk. How could you have forgotten that you had a job to do?! You heard him chuckle as he left you to start working and it left a flittering in your stomach. Ugh, you were so down bad. You quickly finished up your scone and gulped down your coffee, tossing the paper cup into the tiny garbage can –and celebrating a little when you made it in– before logging into the computer to start dispatching.
Before long the first call came in –a bank robbery of all things, you couldn't imagine having the energy for that this early in the morning– and it was showtime.
“Good morning gang, my name's _____ and I'll be your dispatcher today.” you said over comms.
“Where the fuck is Robert? Don't tell me he ditched our asses!” Prism replied.
“Nah, he had to take Beef to the vet.”
“Is he okay? I swear to God if he's sick-” Invisigal started before you promptly cut her off.
“He's not sick, it's just his annual checkup. Making sure everything's in good shape.” you reassured. “Besides, you guys would have to get in line. If anything happened to that dog Chase would break his old man bones trying to beat Robert’s ass.”
“What's the first job?” Sonar asked, bringing you all back on track.
“Bank robbery. Malevola and Punch Up, you're it. We need to catch and subdue them to bring them in. Think you can handle that?”
“Nothin’ easier, lass.” Punch Up replied.
“Then get going. Don't let me down.”
Another dispatch call came in asking for a representative of the SDN to go to a grand opening of a new science museum.
“Sonar, your turn. They want someone to be a representative of SDN to be there for the science museum opening. Make us look good.”
“Have to say, you picked the best person for the job. I like the way you think.” Sonar complimented.
The heat to your cheeks made you glad that the team couldn't see you. You knew you'd never live it down if your feelings were found out by anyone on Z Team, and maybe even Sonar himself. Most people would've seen his comment as a self compliment, but you also saw the thinly veiled compliment he'd tossed your way. He seemed to always try to do something nice for you, or at the very least treated you better than the average person. The only exception was Malevola, but they seemed more like besties than romantic partners.
Pretty soon everyone on the team was out on the field, and things were going well. Performance reviews of Z Team were coming in after each dispatch and they determined how well suited they were to the jobs and so far nobody had gotten lower than a passing rate.
“You’re doing great guys, keep it up!” you complimented, knowing that some of them would enjoy the appreciation.
On the map you watched as Sonar started heading back from the grand opening of the science museum, now changed into his more monstrous form until he had another successful dispatch call. It was an ability you’d never had to work with before, as the heroes you worked with on the V Team didn’t transform like Sonar did. You decided to check his stats and saw that his stats had changed; his charisma and intelligence swapped with his vigor and strength. You figured that this would definitely be a learning experience, especially when two other members of the Z Team were geared to those things.
You continued to send people as needed to calls, and things had continued to go well. Your concentration was disrupted with a timer beeping, letting you and everyone else know that it was time for lunch. ‘Wow, where did the time go?’ you thought to yourself as everyone signed off for their lunch break, a good majority of them heading back to HQ whereas a couple of the other ones went to different restaurants to eat. Logging off for now, you got up and took off your headset, setting it down and heading to the break room for lunch.
Unfortunately, even with the job you had you found yourself strapped for cash, so your lunch of choice was some cup noodles and a bag of chips. Not a lunch of champions, you were sure, but it was enough for now. Besides, there was a decent amount of leftovers in your fridge that needed to get eaten tonight, so you could just ‘girl dinner’ your way through it when you got home. After going through the process of filling a mug with water, heating it in the microwave, and pouring the hot water into the styrofoam cup, you now had to wait a few minutes for the noodles to cook. Ugh.
“Why don’t they just use paper ones? It’d be so much easier.” you complained to yourself.
“Some do, unfortunately the brand you got is still using styrofoam.”
You quickly went to look to see who had answered you, and lo and behold it was Sonar. He was currently raiding the fridge for his mice. He was in his usual form, which was good since he probably wouldn’t have been able to fit in the break room in his Mega Bat form.
“I know, but those ones are more expensive.”
“It’s like twenty cents more or something.” he countered.
“Every cent counts when you don’t have many of them.” you replied.
“What, they not pay you enough here to order people around?”
“No, actually. Everything’s gotten more expensive, and no business has been able to keep up or wanted to. Not even here. Fuck, I’ve been putting off my annual oil change because I can’t afford it. My car yells at me every time I turn it on to let me know it needs to get done.”
Sonar stayed quiet for a second, which was odd for him. And for you.
“Sorry, I know that this conversation got a bit heavy a bit quickly for break room talk. Just forget I said anything.” you said, taking your cup of noodles and moving to sit down at the table. Meanwhile Sonar had grabbed his container of mice and moved to eat it at the counter.
You blew on the noodles as you took your first bite, enjoying the flavor that imbedded itself into them from the broth. The atmosphere felt tense, but that wasn’t a problem for you to fix. You hadn’t done anything wrong –neither of you really had– and there was nothing to say about it. It was your situation, and there was no changing it. Not easily, anyway.
Glancing over at Sonar he was absentmindedly chewing on a mouse with his attention glued to his phone. You figured he was probably following any new news about Vanderstenk or possibly cryptocurrency. Before long the noodles were gone and you moved to the chips, munching through the bag as you focused your own attention to your phone. You decided to text Robert to see how the checkup went. It had to have been done by now.
‘Hey, how’s the checkup?’
The three dots popped up and there was an answer shortly after you’d asked. ‘It went well. Beef’s in great condition, and was commended for being so good for the staff. Even got a chew toy out of the deal.’
You chuckled a little, a smile on your face as you replied. ‘That’s good. I’m glad he’s doing well. Made out like a little bandit, getting attention and treats. I’ll leave you two be, I just wanted to check in.’
‘Thanks ____. How’s Z Team been treating you?’
‘Fine actually. They seem to miss you though. Prism thought you’d ‘ditched their asses’, but I told them about the vet visit. Invisigal seemed concerned about how Beef was doing, but I let them all know it was just a check up.’
‘I’m glad they aren’t giving you shit like they had with me my first day.’
‘They’re good people, Robert, they just need more of an adjustment period. There’s no guarantee that all of them have been burned by the world, but that doesn’t mean we can’t try to be gentle yet firm with them. I’m sure at least one of them would appreciate it.’
‘Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind. Talk to you later.’
‘Talk to you later.’ you replied before finally setting your phone down. You reached into the bag of chips only to find that it was empty. A sigh left your lips before you put your phone in your pocket and got up, tossing the bag into the garbage on your way out. You didn’t even notice that Sonar’s attention had gone back onto you, and that it hadn’t left until you did.
Later in the day you had gotten a couple of bad scores, and you readily admitted your fault to them. It wasn’t their fault that the task at hand ended up needing more vigor and less strength, and it wasn’t their fault that the other task had been just out of reach for their current skill sets. It was yours.
“It’s okay guys, we’ll just keep working on making it better the next time around.” you reassured as you continued dispatching them.
A new task popped up requiring strength, Punch Up was resting and Golem was busy. Fortunately Sonar was in his Mega Bat form. “Sonar, you’re in. Make us proud.”
“He doesn’t need anymore pride, he radiates enough to light up the city.” Invisigal jokingly complained. You could hear the smirk in her voice.
“Jealous?” Sonar arrogantly asked in return, but left it at that as he went to do the job.
As you monitored the jobs that the team did, you found yourself fond of the team that you had been working with today. They’d been improving, and you were glad to see it. You’d be sure to give a positive report to Blonde Blazer at the end of the day.
Sonar had gotten back to the agency soon after, but for some reason he hadn’t switched back to his regular form yet as he’d gone to see you. It was hard to miss him since he took up as much room as he did in this form, but you tried to ignore him to continue your dispatching job. Technically he was able to rest wherever he wanted so long as it was in the building, so this wasn’t an issue, but it still felt weird. You muted your mic and turned to him.
“Did you need something?”
“I was hoping we could chat.”
“About what? I’m working.” you said, gesturing to your computer, and taking note of the other dispatchers who were also working, but sometimes would take glances at the giant bat standing by you.
“Us.”
“‘Us’?’
“Yeah. You seem notably dense. Not your fault though, not everyone can go to Harvard.” he started, causing you to roll your eyes.
“Get to the point, or I’m going back to ignoring you to do my job.”
“...”
He quickly grabbed you, tossing your headset onto the keyboard before moving to bring you into the janitor’s closet of all places. You grabbed the string and pulled, illuminating the both of you in relatively dull lighting.
“Dude what the fuck, I can’t leave them high and dry out there!”
He gave a groan and pulled you close to him. “Shut up.” he said before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.
Your eyes widened as your brain connected what was going on, but they slowly closed as you returned the kiss and the priority at hand melted into obscurity.
After a few seconds he pulled away and you craned your neck to look up at him. He barely fit in the closet, the tops of his ears brushing the ceiling of it. You couldn’t help but notice the size difference; you were so small compared to him right now, and it left you feeling both intimidated and exhilarated.
“Sonar?”
“I want you, ____. I want you so bad.” he said, shifting his weight and betraying his discomfort, though whether it was at being cramped in the closet or at the subject of conversation, you didn’t know.
“You want me? What, Sonar we can’t do this right now. We’re in the middle of work for fucks sake.”
“Please. I can’t focus, and I need your help. They already got rid of Coop, I don’t need to be dropped because I get so fucking hard thinking about you that I can’t think.”
With that thought you couldn’t help yourself and looked down, and yep. He wasn’t lying. You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked back up at him, seeing that he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. He totally saw you look at his junk.
“And if I follow through with this you’ll get back on track?” you asked him.
“Yes!”
“Okay, fine. What do you want me to do?”
“Start by getting undressed.”
“What, all the way? We’re in the janitor’s closet at work.”
“I’ll make sure they don’t see you, just…please?”
Oh. Oh you liked that. The arrogant bat man who thought so highly of himself was now pleading with you to fuck you. He needed you so badly that even work wouldn’t stop him. Heh, you could live with that. With that you slowly stripped your clothes, dropping them onto the admittedly gross floor. For being a cleaning closet it was the dirtiest spot in the building.
Once your breasts were free from the shirt and the bra covering them, he groaned. “Fuck, they’re so pretty.” he said before reaching his hands out and grabbing them, massaging them and flicking his thumbs over your nipples, being careful not to accidentally cut them with his claws. You found yourself taking a sharp inhale as he messed with your tits, enjoying the pleasure it gave you.
“You like that?” he asked. You nodded and bit your lip. “Good.” he replied before moving his attention down to the lower half of you, which was still clothed. You hadn’t realized you’d stopped undressing once his attention had been on you. He grabbed at your pants and –surprising you– he took the time to loosen them and remove them off you along with your underwear. You looked up at him, the surprise etched onto your features.
He shrugged. “Can’t let anyone else see you like this. It’s for my eyes only. Now take off your socks and shoes, I can’t bend over in here.”
You nodded and quickly removed your socks and shoes, moving to stand on your clothes so you wouldn’t have to stand on the dirty floor. But you needn’t have worried, as he quickly scooped you up to bring you closer to his height. Quickly wrapping your legs around his waist, you looked up at him and noticed the intense and desire filled way he was looking down at you. He really did want you, and it hard core turned you on. You felt him prod against your entrance and shook your head. “Hold on there, big guy, I’m not ready yet.” you said before adjusting yourself a little to be able to have him grind against you and get you ready.
“Okay, you can move. Just be careful, I’m not prepared enough yet.” you said to him, and with that permission he nodded and started to rub himself against you, coating himself in your lube.
“Fuck, you feel so good already. Can’t wait to be inside you.” he complimented as he continued to grind on you. He felt the necktie around his neck tighten a little and he tugged experimentally. The necktie got a little tighter, and he noticed that you were holding onto it. Maybe you needed to ground yourself, or maybe you just wanted to see him squirm. Either way, he could work with it.
You had gripped onto his necktie as he pleasured you both, feeling the need in your abdomen grow as he got you going. You knew it would’ve been dangerous had he decided to finger you with his claws, so this was an okay alternative. Sure there’d be a stretch –fuck would there be a stretch– but you could deal with that too. And if you tore you’d never let him leave without taking care of you.
“Sonar, Sonar shit!” you moaned, his cock gliding over your clit and your now weeping hole. You wanted him now, you needed him inside of you. You needed him to envelope you and take you, and make you his.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes!” you replied enthusiastically, voice tinged heavily with need.
With that he repositioned to have you cling onto the fur on his back and your ass to be supported by his thighs before he leaned in to kiss you, thrusting into you as he did.
“Mmph!” you cried into his mouth, the stretch around him uncomfortable but not painful. If anything it felt really fucking good to have him inside you, making himself at home in your cunt.
He pulled away from the kiss, taking a shuddered breath. “Shit.” he said, shutting his eyes and resting his head against the wall.
“You okay?” you asked him, rubbing one of your hands down the fur of his back.
“Yeah, just trying not to bust so soon.” he replied.
“What, don’t want it getting out that you’re a two pump chump?” you teased, clenching around him as your body was getting used to his intrusion.
“Fuck, don’t do that.” he said, bucking his hips forward a little, causing you to moan.
“I can’t help that you’re big!” you exclaim before gripping onto his back tighter.
“God, you make me want to lose control.”
“Then do it, we’re here to bone, remember?”
“Fine. Don’t get mad at me if you can’t walk right, then.” he said before pulling back about halfway.
“I think I’ll be- fuck!” you cried as he thrusted back into you, starting to find a rhythm. You tried wrapping your arms around him more, but his ribs and muscles got in the way. You wanted him closer, needed him to surround you as he took you.
He tried to accommodate by hunching over more, but he could only get so close with such a small space. Maybe he should’ve tried to take you in the bathrooms instead.
You tightened your legs around his waist, trying to pull him even closer.
“Damn, you feel so good.” he praised as he continued to buck into you, feeling your wet walls part just for him with each thrust. Chasing his pleasure he started to move faster, causing you to moan louder, uncaring that anyone beyond that door could hear you both. It technically wouldn’t be an HR violation because until today you two didn’t actually work together.
“Ungh, fuck! Baby, please, more!” you begged as you could feel your pleasure intensifying.
“Baby huh? Yeah –fuck!-- yeah I'll be your baby.” he replied, bucking harder into you.
You whined and felt yourself clench around him, which caused him to growl in your ear. His snout buried itself in the space between your shoulder and your neck, huffing raggedly as he continued to ram into you. It wasn't due to exertion, he just thought that you felt that good. Clenching around him, taking him just as he was taking you, and holding onto him as if for dear life? He didn't think he'd be able to live without it again. Being your baby, and having this whenever you wanted? He could do that. He wanted that. Needed it more than he needed to stretch his wings and fly.
“Mine. You're all mine.” he groaned, his arm wrapping around you to hold you tighter to him and his hand gripping your hip tightly. You knew it would leave a bruise, but you found that you didn't mind the thought. He had marked you, and you would be his, and you found yourself wanting nothing less.
“Yes! Yes, all yours! Wanna be yours, Sonar, please!” you begged, moving your grip on the tie around his neck just for something to hold onto other than his fur.
In this moment and in this form you could tell that he was more brawn than brains, as all of the brain power he had left was focused on you and how it made him feel. You could feel him swell as he was getting close, and you wanted to go over the edge together.
Was there a chance that this was all pillow talk and that this was just a one time thing? Yes. Would that break you? Absolutely. But fuck if it didn't feel good. You'd wanted him for a little while now, and you finally had him. You only hoped that he felt as addicted to this as you did.
Letting go of his fur you reached down and finished what he'd started, playing with your clit and feeling the edge coming closer and closer. You were gripping him as if you never wanted him to leave, and it left him a fucking mess.
“Fuck! So tight. I can't- I can't- ugnh!” he roared, his claws raking down the wall behind you as he came, you following right behind him with a sharp pleasured shriek of his name.
As you both started coming down from your collective high he carefully moved you to sit down on the floor, knowing your legs wouldn't be able to support you yet. He groaned as he had removed himself from you, and he crouched with both of his claws touching the wall for support as he started shifting back to his normal form. His height shortened, his beautiful wings retracted, and his strong muscles reverted back to their typical size. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his arms caging you between him and the wall, looking utterly disheveled and blissed out as he fought to catch his breath.
“You’re so hot.” you said, blissed out enough to not have your typical filter. Not cock-drunk you would've been mortified, but proud of you.
He chuckled and rested his head against the spot between your shoulder and neck again. It seemed to be a favorite spot of his. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I like seeing you ruined.”
He let out what you could only assume was a whine, gently nipping at your neck with his fangs in a playful warning. “Says the one who’s leaking on the floor.”
“At least I didn’t beg to be fucked in a janitor’s closet.”
“No, you just begged me for more.”
You huffed and gave his back a playful smack, which earned you a genuine laugh, joy tinged with exertion. He nuzzled your neck and muttered something against it.
“What was that?”
“I said I meant it.”
“Meant what?” you asked.
“When I said I could be your baby.” he replied.
Your heart fluttered. He wanted to make this a real thing? With you? This almost didn’t feel real.
Mistaking your silence for rejection, he started to back off. “Hey uh, don’t worry about it, actually. I can just-” he said, getting up. But before he could even think about getting his clothes on –he seemed to really have planned this out– you had grabbed his wrist, causing him to pause.
“I meant it too.” you confessed. “I want us to be together.”
He puffed his chest and smiled. A genuine one, not one of his usual arrogant smirks. “I want that too.” Sonar used the grip you had on his wrist to help you stand, and you grabbed your clothes to start getting dressed.
Once you were both not at risk of being inappropriately nude in the workplace, you reached up and rubbed carefully at one of his ears, causing him to melt under your touch. “Come on, we shouldn’t stay in here. The team is probably wondering where you’re at.”
“I doubt it. They knew about my feelings for you for longer than you did, and with both of us turning up missing…”
“They absolutely knew we were boning.” you finished, feeling the embarrassment sink deeply into your bones.
“Yeah. Don’t worry though, I don’t mind taking the brunt of the teasing. They just wish they had the chance to be with my girl.” he said with a chuckle, pulling you close to him.
You giggled at the term of endearment before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I could get used to hearing that.”
“I could get used to saying it.” he said, opening the door and walking out with you to head back to work. When you got back to your desk, Chase had given you a knowing look, but didn’t say anything as you sat back down in your seat and got back to work. There was no way he didn’t know what you’d been up to, and seeing as nobody on the management team had been worrying about where you went, you knew you owed him. Maybe when you got some extra money you’d be able to treat him to a nice dinner after work.
Your phone buzzed and you checked it really quick. It was Sonar. ‘Hey, check the garbage in your cubicle.’
You furrowed your brows, but did as he said. The only thing in there was your abandoned coffee cup from earlier. ‘Why?’ you texted back.
‘Check the cup.’ he responded.
You took the cup out of the garbage can, and you noticed that it felt heavier than when you threw it away this morning. Curiosity got the best of you so you opened it to see a wad of cash stuffed into it. Taking it out you counted out the money to see that there was $400 stuffed inside, all in twenties.
‘Sonar, what is this?’ you texted.
‘It’s to help with the oil change. And maybe for you to have something healthier for lunch sometime soon.’
Waterboy walked up to the janitor’s closet with his cart, seeing that the door was open and that the light was on. Finding it odd, he left the cart behind and walked into the janitor’s closet, seeing the deep scratches in the wall and some splatters of white fluid on the floors.
“Ugh, not again!” he said exasperatedly before vomiting up some water to clean it.
