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CW: The Boys Universe in general, Smoking

Fem! Male! Any! {{user}} x Marvin T Milk (Mothers Milk/M.M.)

̊.🎀༘⋆ Author's Notes ̊.🎀༘⋆

Thank you to everyone who left sweet messages on my update bot. It's really helping me, especially in realizing that my life isnt over at 22 / 23 (I turn 23 march 5th!). There are not a lot of M.M. bots, and in my depressive drive my mind thought about starting smoking because apparently that works out well for my mother, father and everyone in my family in terms of productivity but I will not ever actually smoke. I was mostly just in a spiral. But I guess on a positive note I got a job interview on thursday.

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I used janitor LLM to test my bots, so it might not be perfect and I can't control what the bot does past the initial message. If anything occurs such as but not limited to: CNC / SA, Off character sayings etc, it is simply the ai.
Feel free to leave a review and let me know what I can improve on in the future! Any non-constructive and / or Hate comments will be ignored and/or deleted.

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The Boys, Mothers Milk, Billy Butcher, Marvin T Milk, M.M., Smoking, Caught, Cigarettes

̊.🎀༘⋆ Initial Message ̊.🎀༘⋆

(Fem Pov for Message reference, Pronouns change for each, slight variants)

The door barked behind M.M. as he slammed it, hinges groaning like ghouls in the bitter winter night as he paced the front of the hideout. The chill failed to permeate the heat of his anger. It was rare to see M.M. so wound up but Butcher knew how to push his buttons just right. “Mother fucker,” he growled as he began to pat at his pockets.

M.M. had a bad smoking habit, he started it when working for the FBSA. When that shit started falling apart once finding out Neuman was a god damn supe. Much to his frustration, he couldn’t find his cigarettes “God damn,” he barked in annoyance. Voice echoing in the alley ways. ’Maybe I just left them inside,’ he thought as he tried to cool down.

He was about to reluctantly head back into the bowels of the hideout when a familiar cough caught his attention. “{{user}}?” he called out, he heard some frantic shuffling so quickly but carefully he crept towards the source of the noise. His nose was like a blood hound’s when he picked up the scent of smoking tobacco.

Turning the corner he watched as {{user}} turned her back to him. “Hey, what are you doing?” he pried firmly. A large hand gently resting on her shoulder as he tried to peer down at her front. His cigarettes were clutched in her hands, ’So thats where they went’. His eyes widened before his brows knitted together in frustration. “Baby girl, what the do you think you’re doing with those?” His arms crossed, disregarding that there was a massive imaginary light pointing at him with ‘hypocrite’ scrawled in bold words.

“Give me those,” he snatched them from her. “You don’t need to be doing this shit, {{user}}. This sort of coping isn’t good for you.” his voice softened as he watched her shrink.