// smut , blood, trans unlabeled hobie (to be written o7)
sorry for the abrupt ending, i am sleepyy
"apparently—"
miguel grunts and interrupts her, "check on earth-50101, i'm still not convinced the spot's invasion and consequent activation of the collider are direct factors in the disruption of prabhakar's canon event."
"—an orgasm helps to alleviate period cramps."
in painstakingly slowness, miguel looks up from a data pad, turns, and stares at an expectant LYLA.
"what," miguel says, deliberate and with no inflection, hoping against all hope he heard wrong.
"you heard me, miggy-poo. and, don't worry, jess' already on it! honestly, she deserves a raise for taking the initiative and babysitting a man-child."
miguel can already feel a migraine chipping away at his temples. "LYLA."
she flutters a hand at him, standing with her her other hand on her hip then laying on a holo-settee and kicking her feet then holding out her phone for a quick selfie with him as the focus, complete with a fucking bunny filter. "we got it, take a chill pill, migsy-wigsy! as for the little trivia, food for thought and all that."
somehow, she's able to convey the emoticon :3c without any change from her perpetually mischievous expression.
what the fuck.
"what the f–you know what?" miguel rubs the space between his eyes. "never mind. do whatever but leave me out of it, alright?"
"yes, sir, boss man sir!"
—
an orgasm helps to alleviate period cramps seems to be stuck at the back of his mind throughout the day, distracting miguel enough that he doesn't notice mayday spinning upside down from one of his elbows (he still caught her though, even without any 'spidey senses' so hah!).
"brown incoming—"
LYLA's warning (if anyone can call it that when it's said in a sing-song voice a warning) comes too late.
but it is enough for miguel to take a second to brace himself for brown's increasingly... creative entrances.
which, for today, is a flying leap and wrapping his thighs around miguel's neck, calves coming to rest on his chest. miguel shoves down the disappointed thought of should've turned so that he's in front of brown's p—
