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lazyjellyfish300 · 23 days

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Gentleman 🌼💌

Geneticist!Miguel O'Hara x Fem Intern!Reader

Synopsis: You're a struggling college student who's managed to land a coveted internship at Alchemax in the Genetics department under Dr. Miguel O'Hara. It's no secret that everyone wants him but you managed to catch his eye. Word count 3.4k

A/N: from a suggestion by @miguelzslvtz 🖤 here ya go! My take on a sugar daddy fic with Miguel. If y'all like this enough I'll continue it 🥰 I'm also trying to cook the other ideas that were left on my feedback post I made a little bit ago including a Nerd!Miguel fic and a CEO enemies to lovers eventually ✊🏽 This art by @/blahhberry on Instagram is Dr. O'Hara btw 😏

TW: MINORS DNI, a little angst, food insecurity, financial struggles, a little bit of bullying, jealousy, relationship between manager and subordinate, I don't recommend this IRL , half ass science stuff, I'm no expert 💀

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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The sharp wind chill in the morning that only lead to a sweltering afternoon began to signal that summer was edging towards the pre autumn season. Miguel took a deep breath in through his nose as he walked down the steps of his grand estate, black Americano in a fancy tumbler in one hand and his phone in the other, listening to his favorite science podcast with wireless earbuds as he smiled and blew one more kiss to Gabi who was waving goodbye on the doorstep next to Conchata.

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You're running down the florescent halls of the large maze like interior of Alchemax, sweat forming on your forehead and upper lip, flaps of your lab coat floating away from your body like a mad scientist. You're a whooping 40 minutes late for your first day of your genetics internship. Not how you wanted this morning to go at all, simply because you decided to "rest your eyes" five minutes after your alarm went off.

Your outfit you had planned all week didn't look how you envisioned, you had no time to do your hair and makeup, now you were trying not to cry as you prepare yourself mentally to kiss your career goodbye before it even got started.

Miguel is looking over the shoulder of some of the other interns in the lab, quiet tinkling noises of the lab samples placed under glass microscope lenses and hushed voices with quick scribbles of lead pens on lined notebooks. Soft giggles coming from a neighboring group of a few girls from your sorority that were shamelessly gawking at the older, handsome, tall, brawny geneticist with brown eyes, sneaking photos of him when he wasn't looking to fawn over in their respective group chats.

All eyes are on you as you enter the quiet lab, and shamefully shuffle to the only unoccupied table which happens to be in the dead front. A pin drops and your heart sinks to your stomach as you're met with an annoyed stare from your intern supervisor.

Miguel addresses the group he was in the middle of assisting, nodding with a low, "Continue,"

He walks up to your table. Your face burns furiously as you fight back tears, hastily pulling out your notebook, pencils and supplies to get set up. Miguel stops in front of you and you swallow slowly and sniffle as you look your superior in the eye for the first time.

His broad shoulders and tall height give him an aura of seriousness and slight intimidation. His eyes are deep brown and seemingly bottomless, mesmerizing, a hint of softness in them despite everything else about him that portrayed sternness underneath his narrow frame glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. A shadow of stubble peppers his strong jaw and runs down his thick neck, a very faint streak of grey runs along the corners of his brunette locks. He rolls up the sleeves of his lab coat on his thick forearms, eyes flickering to his clipboard and then back to you.

"Name?" He asks.

Your mouth dries momentarily at the pleasant low timbre of his voice, but you quickly answer, hoping your first impression isn't completely unsalvageable at this point.

He nods and shifts a microscope towards you, along with your lab sample testing kits. "Since everyone else is already partnered up, I will be your partner for this first project." He clicks his pen, stowing it gracefully in his lab coat breast pocket, swiftly unloading the samples from the kit onto the table, prepping them.

"Firstly, I am Dr. O'Hara. I'm the head intern supervisor for the Genetics department at Alchemax. Today, we are identifying and labeling these samples in various stages of cell division for my research groups that I oversee." He explains. "You should be fairly familiar with these, correct?"

You feel the heat but you nod enthusiastically, determined to turn this day around and prove him wrong and show him that you're just as deserving to be here as anyone else; you just had a stroke of bad luck. You eagerly take over and adjust the microscope lense for the first sample and bring your eye to it, squinting and then quickly writing down the label in your notebook for the first sample: "That's...anaphase." You state confidently.

Miguel looks at you while you write, leaning towards you a little bit and shifting the microscope closer to him, a faint whiff of his scent rolling off his arms for a brief moment, catching you off guard. He looks into the microscope without a word then nods, the corners of his eyes softening, removing the annoyed glare they held earlier when he first looked at you. "That's right." He affirms.

Another hour passes, and you both manage to complete all of the samples you were assigned in the nick of time, wrapping up the final sample two minutes after the internship was due to end, just a tad late due to the delayed start you got compared to your fellow lab mates.

As you worked, Miguel took note of how you seemed to work slower than the others, yet you were more cautious. You were meticulous and a bit of a perfectionist, taking lots of time to ponder and even verify anything you weren't sure of by asking Miguel and following up with any additional questions you had that were spawned as a result. He liked that you were thoughtful and inquisitive. You were humble and demonstrated you could work hard to get things done.

As you hastily packed your bag, closing it with a loud zip, Miguel cleared his throat. "Well done today... I'm impressed you could manage to complete the same work load as your colleagues, despite having less time to do it."

"Oh-thank you, sir." You nod, giving him a modest smile. "I try to work hard at what I do."

"It shows." He nods, removing his thin glasses and hanging them on the front of his shirt, the weight of the glasses barely tugging his shirt down, revealing a little more of his neck, accentuating his broad chest. "Just, do not be late again.....ever, okay?" He looks at you sternly, his expression as he waits for your confirmation almost as though he was begging you to keep this promise.

"I won't, Dr..."

"O'Hara."

"Dr. O'Hara." You say confidently, standing up a little taller. "You can count on me." You state firmly.

He nods, the corner of his mouth ever so subtly revealing the ghost of a smile. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

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You set nearly 10 consecutive alarms for the next day, waking bright and early to get dressed and do your hair and makeup just how you wanted it.

You let out a deep breath, a comforting smile on your face as you paced yourself down the street, enjoying the morning and much more confident and at peace with yourself knowing you looked good and you weren't going to let Dr. O'Hara down by being late.

Your stroll is interrupted by a loud growl of your stomach. You groan and check your phone. You had plenty of time to grab a small item for breakfast from the bodega on the way. You beeline in the other direction, backtracking momentarily to go satisfy your hunger.

You feel a pit in your stomach when you realize what day it is and rip out your phone, your heart sinking to your chest when you see that $800 withdrawal of your student tuition posted to your checking account. You scroll with a shaky hand, pulling up your calculator and doing the math after two of your other pending transactions went through. You were left with a whooping $7 to your name, and you weren't going to get paid for another week.

Shit...shit...

Normally, you had a handle on your finances, but a couple of emergencies came up where you had to visit the doctor, buy your medicine, and also buy another textbook that one of your professors neglected to mention was required for the class. That, along with your tuition, and maybe a couple more iced coffee runs than you should have left you with barely nothing to survive on until your next payday.

But with the way your stomach is utterly growling right now, you'll just have to find a way to deal with it later. You order your usual breakfast sandwich from the bodega and sprint down the sidewalk, making haste for Alchemax.

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Miguel is about to enter the lab, shrugging into his lab coat when he hears chattery whispers coming from behind the door. He stops for a moment when he thought he heard his name, inching closer so as not to reveal his presence, leaning against the door.

You're being interrogated by some of your fellow interns, the group of girls that were oogling Dr. O'Hara the day before and also your fellow sorority members: Heather, Vivian, and Isla. They're pelting you with a million questions a minute, expecting a full report on what it was like working with him yesterday and trying to dig up any information about his personal life.

"Ugh, I wish he would've spent time with our group yesterday instead. No offense, of course," Heather says.

You shrug, going back to writing little notes in your notebook, reviewing your work from yesterday.

"How come you're so quiet?" Vivian prods. "Seriously, you haven't like hung out with us at all and barely talk to us."

"She thinks she's better than us," Heather answers. The group snickers at that.

"No..." You protest, looking down in embarrassment, doing your best to try and shrug off their pestering comments.

"Girl there's no need to deny it, O'Hara had his eyes on you yesterday. He was obsessed." Vivian teases.

Your cheeks get hot as you look back at your notepad. Yes, Dr. O'Hara was easy on the eyes, no denying that. But he would have never thought of you that way in a million years. You were there for an internship, end of story. You had only barely managed to save this opportunity from burning and crashing to the ground a day before.

You knew you'd have to put in double the amount of work as everyone else did to prove yourself. There was simply no time nor room to dwell on how handsome the man was. A dangerous road you knew you needed to stay clear of, no matter how the other girl's comments were starting to get to you, a tiny whisper nudging your ego at the fact that it did seem like he had something of an interest in you.

"Sharing is caring, girl." The group's leader, Isla, pops her gum with a little smirk on her glossy lips. "Next time you get a chance, ask him if he's married and report back to us on what you find out."

Your face heats up. "Are you kidding, you ask him, Isla! The man barely tolerates me. I'm not gonna wind up on his bad side just because you guys want me to be nosy..."

At that very moment, Miguel abruptly enters the lab, taking his place upfront like he normally does, leaving behind a swift cloud of his scent hanging in the air as he brushed past your table, with everyone unaware that he heard every word that was said about him prior to his entrance.

"Good morning." He says in a pleasant tone, addressing the entire group. "We will be doing more sample identifying work today. Why don't we break into the same groups as last time. Since we have an odd number of folks, I'll have you work with me again." He looks directly at you.

You can feel envious pairs of eyes burying themselves into the back of your head as you sit side by side next to Dr. O'Hara again, clicking your pen every once in a while, coloring a black dot into the corner of your paper out of passive boredom while Miguel worked alongside you.

Miguel was slightly turned off by the comments he heard about him from your colleagues, finding the whole exchange unprofessional. He needed focused, dedicated interns who prioritized the work in front of them they needed to get done, not fantasize about him.

Frankly, it put him in an awkward position and he really didn't want to deal with it altogether. He looked at you as you silently labeled and notated one sample after another, barely speaking to him and your eyes locked on your own paper.

"So, what caused you to apply to this internship in the first place?" He asks.

You look at him, caught off guard by the sudden question. "Oh, well I'm going to school for Biology. I'm wanting to apply to med school."

"Really?" Miguel responds. "That's commendable." He goes back to his task, longer moments of silence passing between you two.

You turn around and you notice Isla and the others mouthing something to you. You try to mouth "What?" back to them then Miguel interrupts you, causing you to jump in alarm.

"Hmm, what?"

"I asked, are you here on a scholarship?" Miguel responds nonchalantly, his eyes locked on a sample under the microscope.

"Oh, no I'm not, unfortunately." You fiddle with a button on your lab coat. "I have student loans that I'm trying to pay back."

Miguel hums quietly in response, taking in your answer. "That must be a heavy burden with such an expensive field you're going into."

"Yeah..." You sigh. "It is. Sometimes I have to pick between paying my bills or eating lunch," you joke half-heartedly.

Your stomach growls loudly and you grab your stomach in alarm, hoping he didn't hear it.

Miguel looks at you in his peripheral vision, a slight hint of amusement on his face at the sound, finding it kind of funny that you seemed so embarrassed of a natural bodily process. "Speaking of lunch, sounds like it's getting close to that time... " Miguel remarks casually.

You nervously try to laugh it off, your face still a higher temperature. "Yeah, haha...for sure."

Miguel nods towards the brown paper sack sitting on the table. "Why don't you step out for a moment, have a bite to eat?"

"Oh..um." You try to play it off like you don't want it but Miguel remains unconvinced.

"Go on, I'll take these next few since you did the last three."

Your stomach growls loudly again and you stand up swiftly, not needing anymore convincing to take care of your raging hunger, taking the paper bag with you.

When you step into the hallway, your face utterly falls in disappointment when you realize the bodega gave you the wrong sandwich. It's a Reuben with sauerkraut. Your stomach groans in misery and you go to unwrap the sandwich regardless, hoping your desperation will make it easier to get over your dislike. A wave of nausea hits you at the smell.

You simply can't bring yourself to eat it, and it's time to head back anyway. You try to walk with watery eyes back towards your table with the brown paper bag still in hand, heart in the gutter because your last $7 is gone and you have nothing to eat but disappointment and desperate wishes for better circumstances.

Miguel's eyebrows raise as he watches you swiftly grab your things and leave the room without saying goodbye. Miguel walks back to his desk and notices your brown paper sack sitting there with a little sticky note on it.

"Dr. O'Hara- thank you for your help today."

Miguel frowns and opens the bag, his eyes widening at the sight. Reubens are his favorite. He takes a deep whiff, relishing the smell of the corned beef and melted Swiss with the Russian dressing and sauerkraut. This must have been a sandwich from a bodega because the bread smells and feels like it was baked only a few hours ago. Miguel looks at your handwriting on the note and then back at the door you just walked out of.

He feels a pang of guilt. While he greatly appreciated and relished the unexpected treat, you just gave up your lunch, and based on that comment you made earlier about your loans being so much that you had to choose between your debt and eating, he was starting to get worried about your well-being.

"Lyla? I need y/n's student loan records from the financial department. Have them on my desk in an hour."

"You got it, Migs."

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You entered your dorm, trying to hide your tears and dodge interrogation from Heather, Vivian, and Isla.

"Hey, you."

You pause, with a sigh, turning to meet Isla's burning stare. "Yeah?"

"Girl, so...is he married?"

"I didn't ask." You rub your temples.

"Oh my god...you had one job!"

"Look, y'all, I don't mean to be rude. But I just had thee shittiest day of my life and I have no food until next week. Wondering about whether our SUPERVISOR is married or not is not at the top of my list of concerns right now."

The groups looks at one another, taken aback. "Dude...calm down, we were just curious, it's not that deep. So dramatic..." Heather grumbles.

"It's okay y'all, I'm gonna make him fall in love with me, just watch." Vivian jokes.

"No me!" Isla shouts.

The three of them banter back and forth and you turn, huffing towards your room.

"But really wtf does he even see in her? Like why pay attention to the most boring person in the room when we're right there..." Isla mutters once you're out of earshot.

You lay down in bed, too distraught to study and cry yourself to sleep.

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Two hours later, your eyes ease open, your pillow slightly wet with drool after a good post-cry nap.

A missed call from your college shows up on your phone.

Confused, you return the call.

"Student Services how can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm a student...I have a missed call from you guys."

"Student ID?"

"27872099"

"Yes...we were calling you back about a credit to your account. It looks like that was fully settled this afternoon, and a refund has been issued back to your checking account that you have linked to your student account."

You blink. "Um, okay...but there was a balance of $10,130.70 this morning, and you guys took out the 850, so...what, there's probably a little over 9k remaining?"

"That was paid in full, along with an additional $1000.00 so actually that extra credit should be refunded to you and posted in 1-2 business days depending on your institution."

Your brow furrows. You look back at your bed then at the ceiling, trying to figure out if you were still sleepy. "Is this some kind of practical joke?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, that's ten thousand dollars we're talking about. And you're telling me that all of it was just magically erased this afternoon?"

"I can send you the statement if you would like, ma'am."

"Yes, please. Because something doesn't sound right about all of this."

"Very well...and your email is still valid?"

"Yes. Thank you."

You hang up and pace in your room until the email notification comes through. You blink in disbelief, sitting down on your bed with shaky knees when you see that sure enough, a whooping payment of $11,130.70 was applied.

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Balance: $10,130.70

Debit card payment ending in xxxxx2099 $11,130.70

Ending balance = $-1,000.00

Credit issued for: $1,000.00 to checking account ending in xxxxxx4890

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You scoff in sheer disbelief, a feeling of elation rising in your body. At that moment, your doorbell rings.

An annoyed Heather calls you downstairs.

You run to the door, your footsteps shaky under the shock of your debt being erased and becoming one thousand dollars richer in one day, mind still buzzing with the news.

A confused man is waiting at the door with a large bouquet of a gorgeous assortment of roses and daisies and a large bag of takeout from your favorite upscale restaurant, asking for you.

You nod slowly with a raised eyebrow and he hands your goodies over to you. Your mouth falls open at the small card attached to the bouquet, your name etched in silver cursive letters and a small message typed in black lettering.

Thank you for the sandwich and for your diligent work for my department. Enjoy.

- Dr. O'Hara

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wineauntie · 3 months

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MEET THE BROTHERS – Quinn Hughes x single mom!reader

summary: where you and Evie finally get to meet Luke and Jack.

note: This was the most requested fic in my inbox, so here it is! I'll probably write more of this within the next week or two. Evie is almost 3 years old in this!

warnings: literally nothing major, just heartwarming fluff. Quinn being the best, use of y/n, y/n/n, nicknames like bug, sweetheart and princess.

word count: 2.3k+

"Sweetheart, the place looks fine!"

You unplugged the hoover as you stood up, your hair tussled while Quinn carefully approached you. Your nerves were shot from the moment you'd found out that the entirety of the Hughes family was coming to stay for the weekend. Jack and Luke would be flying in around one o'clock in the afternoon whilst Jim and Ellen would only be arriving at nine that night.

To say you were stressed would be an understatement.

Due to the fact you'd only been dating Quinn for almost a year, you'd only briefly met his parents and brothers over FaceTime. Quinn had opted to spend Christmas with you and Evie instead of going home so when his parents and brothers had suggested to come visit two months later, he brought up the idea to you and you'd agreed immediately.

Despite being ridiculously anxious about meeting his parents and family, you knew how important it was for Quinn to see his family.

"It's dusty," you eventually huffed, pushing a stray hair behind your ear, groaning in frustration as it fell back in front of your face. Hot tears welled in your eyes as Quinn stepped closer, his hands cupping your face, one pushing back your hair for you.

"The place is spotless," he assured you, trying to ease the nerves he knew were beginning to overspill. "Why don't you go check on Evie and I'll finish off this, hm?"

"What if they don't like me?" You whispered almost shamefully, your head ducking. It felt like a rather childish thing to ask, but the answer haunted you. It had haunted you since Quinn had first brought up his family.

Quinn cracked a smile, a soft chuckle breaking through his lips as he tilted your chin up gently with his thumb. "They're going to adore you, just like I do. Trust me, you've got nothing to worry about," he said with unwavering confidence.

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, despite the knot of anxiety still twisting in your stomach. Quinn had this way of making everything seem a little less daunting, a little more manageable.

"Okay," you relented, giving him a grateful smile. "I'll go check on Evie then." Quinn pressed a kiss to your lips as you moved around him, handing the hoover to him.

As you made your way to Evie's room, you couldn't shake off the nervous energy entirely, but Quinn's words echoed in your mind, providing a sense of comfort. Deep down, you knew he was right...but what if he wasn't? What if they thought you were some gold digger or some kind of manipulator? You'd heard both insults so many times from the moms at Evie's preschool and comments online, the thought made the tears return to your eyes.

Entering Evie's room, you found her surrounded by her toys, her face lighting up as soon as she saw you. "Mama!" she exclaimed, reaching out her arms for a hug. You scooped her up, burying your face in her soft curls, feeling a sense of calm wash over you.

"Jack and Luke are going to be here soon," You explained softly, rocking your girl in your arms as she fiddled with your hair. You smoothed down her multicoloured tutu with a smile. "You dress yourself, baby?" Evie hummed happily and lifted her head from your shoulder.

"Princess skirt," She said rather solemnly causing you to mimic her seriousness.

"Oh, I agree, very nice choice," You nodded, kissing her nose as she scrunched it, her tiny hands against your cheeks.

As you carried Evie into the living room, Quinn was diligently tidying up, a determined look on his face. He glanced up as you and Evie approached, a warm smile spreading across his features.

"Hey, you two," he greeted, his voice filled with affection. "How's my favourite duo doing?" Evie giggled in response, her tiny arms reaching out towards Quinn from your arms. "Up!"

Quinn chuckled, lifting Evie into his arms effortlessly. "Sure thing, sweetheart," he replied, pressing a kiss to her cheek before setting her down on the couch to crouch in front of her. "I love the princess skirt."

Evie looked towards you almost pointedly as you shook your head in amusement. With a glance at the clock, you realised it was almost time for Jack and Luke's arrival. Your heart fluttered nervously, but you pushed aside your worries, focusing on the excitement of finally meeting Quinn's brothers face to face.

As the minutes ticked by, the sound of a knock from the hall caught your attention. Quinn glanced at you, a reassuring smile on his lips. "Here we go," he murmured, squeezing your hand gently. He stood up and looked at you with a calm grin. "Breathe, y/n/n, they'll love you."

You took a deep breath, summoning all the courage you could muster as Quinn made his way towards the door. With Quinn by your side and Evie's hand in yours, you approached the door, ready to welcome the Hughes family into your home and into your heart.

You heard them before you saw them. Jack and Luke's cheers as Quinn greeted them, echoed through the big apartment causing Evie to jump at the noise, her hand pulling away from yours to run towards the sound in curiosity. You watched as her little feet padded towards the hall and the sight alone pulled you toward her.

"Oh, hello!"

As you turned the corner to the hall your eyes instantly landed on Jack and Luke both of whom had bent down to face Evie, who had tucked herself near Quinn's side.

"Hi there, sweetheart!" Jack exclaimed, his voice warm and friendly as he reached out to ruffle Evie's hair gently. "What's your name?" You were well aware that Jack knew your daughter's name but was more than likely doing this whole charade to put her at ease.

Evie's cheeks flushed pink with shyness as she glanced up at the towering figures of Jack and Luke. She took a hesitant step back, her fingers curling around the hem of her princess skirt. "Evie," she mumbled softly, barely audible and so different from the vivacious toddler you knew.

Luke's eyes softened as he knelt to Evie's level, offering her a gentle smile. "Evie?...that's a pretty name," he said, his tone gentle and reassuring. "My name's Luke, and this is Jack."

Evie peeked up at them, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of timidness. She hesitated for a moment before offering a shy smile in return. "Hi," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jack and Luke exchanged a glance, their expressions softening as they exchanged a silent understanding. They could sense Evie's shyness and were determined to make her comfortable.

"We heard you were here so we got you a little something" Jack spoke, his voice delicate as he gestured to a small bag atop the boys' luggage.

"For me?" Evie's eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of a possible, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. You watched with your lip between your teeth as she nodded eagerly, her shyness momentarily forgotten as she took the bag from Jack's hand, her grip tiny yet determined.

Quinn watched the interaction with a fond smile, his heart swelling with affection for both Evie and his brothers. He knew how nervous you had been about meeting his family, especially for Evie, but seeing them interact so seamlessly warmed his heart.

"Ted, Mom, Ted!" Evie brandished the soft brown teddy in the air, gesturing it towards you. Jack and Luke's eyes finally met your own, their smiles widening as Jack straightened up and approached you.

"Thanks for getting him to agree to us coming," Jack commented, rolling his eyes at Quinn who whacked his shoulder. "It's nice to finally meet you in person." Before you could answer, he pulled you into a swift hug.

"Nice to meet you—you too Luke," you smiled sheepishly, glancing towards the youngest Hughes. "Evie and I couldn't wait any longer, she loves watching you guys play."

Jack looked back at Evie, who was playing with her teddy already with Luke. "We didn't want to come empty-handed," he scratched his head awkwardly. You looked down at Evie with a fond smile as Luke chatted away animatedly with her.

"She loves it," you reassured him, glancing at the teddy clutched between her shirt fingers. "You and Luke are bunking in Evie's room tonight if that's alright? She's going to crash with us."

"Room?" Evie's narrowed eyes shot towards you. You watched as Quinn picked her up with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, bug," Quinn hummed, "Jack and Luke have to stay in your room for the weekend, which means," he drawled out his words, tickling Evie's stomach as she giggled. "—you get to have a sleepover with us!"

"Show Giant room!" Evie suddenly burst, jumping in Quinn's arms, her hands pointed toward Luke. Jack, Quinn, and you all stifled your laughter at Evie's nickname for the youngest Hughes.

Luke took Evie from his brother's arms, letting her cling to him. "You can show me your room," he nodded, as Evie began to babble. Evie chattered excitedly as she pointed Luke down the hallway to her room, her tiny hand clutching his finger as if he were her lifeline. You followed behind as Quinn and Jack talked amongst each other. A smile tugged at your lips as you watched the two of them bond almost effortlessly, with both of them sporting a cheery smile.

"Wow, this is a pretty big room you've got here, Evie," Luke remarked, his eyes scanning the colourful decorations adorning the walls and the toys that had been tidied to make room for a blow-up mattress as well as a camp bed.

"Sorry about the bed situation," You grimaced, "Your mom and dad have dibs on the spare room."

"I don't mind," Luke told you, shooting you a grateful glance as Evie tugged at his curls to get his attention.

Evie pointed proudly, her chest puffed out with pride. "My room," she declared, pointing to various toys and stuffed animals scattered around the room. "And Giant Luke room now!"

Luke chuckled, his heart melting at Evie's innocence and enthusiasm. "That's right," he agreed with a grin, ruffling her hair affectionately. "I'm honoured to stay here, Your Majesty."

Evie giggled, her eyes sparkling with joy as she wrapped her arms around Luke's neck in a tight hug. "Funny Giant!" she exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the room.

As you watched the two of them play, a sense of warmth filled your heart. Despite your initial worries about how Evie would react to Quinn's family, it was clear that she had already formed a special bond with Luke. And seeing them interact so naturally and happily together filled you with a sense of gratitude and relief.

"Looks like you've made a new friend," you remarked with a smile, stepping closer to Luke and Evie.

Luke nodded, his eyes shining with affection as he looked down at Evie. "I think I have," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. "She's quite the little charmer, isn't she?"

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "She definitely has a way of winning people over," you grinned fondly, reaching out to ruffle Evie's hair. Quinn and Jack's voice grew closer as they entered the room,

"Looks like you two are getting along well," Quinn observed with a grin as he entered the room, followed by Jack who was sporting a playful smirk.

"Yeah, Luke's already been crowned 'Funny Giant'," you chuckled, watching as Evie giggled and hugged Luke tightly.

Jack let out a hearty laugh, clapping Luke on the back. "Sounds about right," he joked, shooting a fond glance at his brother and the little girl. "Looks like we've got a few new members of the family, eh?"

Quinn smiled, his eyes reflecting the happiness that filled the room as your heart swelled with joy. "Looks like it," he agreed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "And I couldn't be happier."

You leaned into Quinn's embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. Despite your initial nerves and worries, it seemed that everything was falling into place beautifully. And as you looked around at the smiling faces of your newfound family, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and warmth that surrounded you.

With the Hughes family settling in for the weekend, you knew that there would be plenty of laughter, love, and memories to be made. And as you watched Evie playfully chase Luke around the room, you couldn't help but feel excited for the adventures that lay ahead.

As the evening turned into night, you tucked Evie into her smaller bed that had been pushed into your room, her eyes heavy with sleep as she clutched her new teddy tightly. Quinn stood by your side, his hand intertwined with yours as you watched over your daughter with a sense of love and gratitude.

"Goodnight, princess," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Evie's forehead.

"Night, Mama," Evie mumbled sleepily, her eyes fluttering closed as she snuggled into her pillow.

With a smile, you turned off the light and quietly closed the door behind you, leaving Evie to drift off into dreams filled with laughter and love. As you made your way back to the living room, you found Quinn waiting for you, a soft smile on his lips.

"Everything okay?" he asked, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace.

You nodded, leaning into his embrace. . "I think this weekend is going to be okay,” you replied, pressing a kiss to Quinn's lips.

Quinn smiled, his eyes filled with love and happiness. "I think so too," he agreed, squeezing your hand gently. "And hey, whatever happens, I’ve got you, alright?"

You smiled back, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. "Alright," you said softly, leaning into Quinn's embrace. "We've got each other."

With that, you settled into the embrace of the man you loved, knowing that no matter what the weekend brought, you would face it together, as a family. And as you closed your eyes, your face buried into the nape of his neck, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and happiness that filled your home.

#wineauntie #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #nhl x reader #hughes brothers x reader #quinn hughes fluff #luke hughes fluff #hughes brothers x y/n #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes fanfic #quinn hughes fanfiction #Quinn hughes x single mom!reader #jack hughes fluff #family is family universe

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swimmpantyz · 3 months

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🐾DOG behaviour

mammon x fem!reader

summary: After getting punished by Lucifer, you had to take care of Mammon's bad behaviour on your own.

tw: roleplay, pet names, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cock riding, kinda degradation kink, slightly dub-con at some point, cock warming, porn w/ little plot

words: +2000

There was Mammon sitting on the floor with a totally upset expression while his older brother pulled on the leash around his neck, making him move with little to not care.

Satan on the other side was trying to hide his laugh leaving a not-so serious face... How had they come to this?

As usual, Mammon tried to make some money by stealing things from his brothers.

The target this time was a grimoire that looked extremely old and expensive in Satan's room... But he didn't know it was and ancient grimoire that actually belonged to the oldest brother.

Lucifer had to take care of it, of course.

"Shit... I already apologized, I'm not goin' to do it again, I swear!" Lucifer didn't flinch and walked down the stairs of the house. "Where are we going? Nah... Don't tell me..." His loud ass voice caught the attention of his little brothers, who came out of their rooms to laugh and take some photos of the scene in front of them... Except for the two youngest ones who weren't around. Shamefully.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! please don't bring me to _________'s room, don't embarrass me like that man!" He began to despair as his cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

"I feel a bit of pity right now." Asmo said, a little pout on his face. Levi side eyed him.

"Didn't he sell your limited edition makeup from a brand I don't remember?" He commented, making his younger brother frown.

"Death for him!" Upset, Asmodeus kept taking pictures of Mammon, almost posting them on his Devilgram stories. But that photo had worth to use for threatening.

Once they reached your room, Lucifer knocked the door, politely asking if he could come in, receiving a 'Yeah!' as an answer.

"No! No, no, no! I'm not goin' in!" Mammon started to kick everywhere, trying to get away, but Lucifer pulled him back again.

"Excuse me." He opened the door getting in, dragging his brother too. You were lying on your bed with your phone in hands, legs up while your head hanged off.

Once you processed what was happening in front of your eyes, you sat up straight, smiling widely with a grin you tried to cover with your hands.

Mammon was dying of shame.

"D--Don't laugh!" You took a photo of them, capturing Lucifer's sinister smile next to the embarrassed Mammon.

"Should I ask why?" Lucifer shook his face at your words, chucking a bit.

"No need at this point." Once you calmed down, you got up from your bed, approaching Mammon who looked at you from below with confusion.

As you bent down, you began to caress his white soft hair playfully.

"What a weird dog you have Lucifer, he has a grumpy face." You poked his cheek, Mammon closed his eyes and blushed softly. His eyes and brows didn't matched: while his eyes shined lovingly, apparently pleased by your caresses, his brows frowned, upset by your mocking.

"He better not bite, I don't wanna get rabies." Lucifer hummed at your words, handing you the leash Mammon had on his neck.

"Not that I know... I'll leave him with you. Personally, I'd rather walk him all over Devildom, but I have business to attend to." He approached you and brushed a few strands of hair that fell on your face. Mammon growled at that.

"What a bad boy!" You laughed at his cute behavior as Lucifer walked towards the door.

"Make sure he behaves well. Like an obedient and polite dog, okay?" You nodded in response. "Good." He turned around, leaving you both alone.

Mammon sighed as he got up from the floor.

"What are you doing? dogs don't walk in two legs. Mammon, on the floor." Without being able to avoid it, he went directly to the floor, as a result of a direct order from you.

"This is what I hate about pacts." He grumbled.

"I never thought you would go along with that jerk, ________... Didn't know ya were that evil." He looked really offended, looking up with white eyebrows frowning.

"Hey, don't say it like that, it suits you to be a good boy." He flatly denied.

"Not even in a thousand of years. I hate this." You sat on your bed, placing a pillow at the head, sitting there and resting your back towards the wall.

"Oww, really? I think you're going to love it. Come here puppy, here here." You patted your bed and the boy approached doubtfully, not knowing what was on your mind.

Once in front of you, you took the leash, pulling it, making the demon lay on top of your body, right between your legs, his arms placed at the sides of your waist.

He stared surprised down at you.

"How obedient! Isn't Mammon so cute when he behaves so well?" You stroked his silky white hair with your free hand.

"What... What are you doing? Are you still making fun of me?" He closed his eyes, accepting your caresses, his breath itching the closer you brought him, his cheeks burning in a hot peach pink.

"I'm not making fun of anyone, I'm just petting my new puppy." The demon stirred restlessly and brought his head closer to your chest.

"Mammon, look at me, come on." He did so, and you brought your face a few inches closer.

"You want a kiss?" He nodded immediately, looking at you with excitement. His pretty blue eyes shining as if he had the sun in front of his eyes.

"Say that you are a good boy, that you will never behave bad again." His cheeks turned even more red. You caressed his warm cheeks, and he leaned on your touch.

"I'm a good... I--I'm a good boy, 'n I'll never behave bad again." You smiled as you stroked his hair again. He shut his eyes embarrassed.

"Fuck... The things ya make me do..."

"Come on, your doing good, you're being such a good boy." You saw a smile that he tried to cover by bringing his face closer to your neck. "You don't want a kiss?" He quickly glued his face to yours.

Att first, the kiss was soft, innocent.

But apparently Mammon was getting excited as he tried to stick his tongue inside your mouth.

You pulled away quickly. A 'pop' sound haad Mammon's lips pouting.

"It was just a little kiss, nothing else." He almost grunted, getting closer and closer, his breath tickling your face. You chucked, your hands on his chest stopping his movements.

"What are you doing?" You softly asked, playing with the fabric of his shirt.

"I need more." He didn't want to, he needed to. It was much more intense that just wanting something.

"Wanna touch ya too..." He whispered, his eyes staring up and down at you constantly. He was so close that you could even see his pupils dilating slowly.

"You wanna touch me?" You tried to tease him again. He gently took your hand and placed it over his mouth, kissing it. And he looked so good while doing it.

"All over." His sudden bold confession made you shy out a bit.

You didn't say anything as your free hand went through his chest, caressing it. You moved your thigh, brushing it against his clothed cock.

"Do you want me to stop?" Knowing the answer, but wanting to scare him a little bit, you playfully said.

"No! No please, keep doin' that..." He got closer to kiss you again, this time, you let him be.

Mammon was literally eating your mouth with kisses, leaving you breathless.

Quickly, you backed up a bit, almost running out of air. He began to rub himself on your thigh when you stopped touching him. Watching as you gasped for air, your blushing face made him want to move even more.

" 's too fast, Mammon." You backed up again and he complained, frowning amd whining.

"Luci could show up out of nowhere, you know how he i-" He didn't let you finish, kissing you deeply, pressing you down.

"I want all your attention for me, it's mine... Don't think about him." He greedily said, moving closer and pulling your body completely towards his as he ran his hands around your waist and hips.

"Please." You felt how his hard cock rested on your stomach.

"Ya're so cute... Ya look so adorable, I'd do anything to keep seeing this expression of yours." That demon in front of you wasn't the same Mammon as always. He leaned in to kiss you again, sticking his tongue inside your mouth when you opened your mouth.

"You're going to end up chocking me." A bit of drool ran down to your lower lip.

In just a second, Mammon ended up lying on his back.

With warm cheeks, you stopped his movements.

"Stay still or we're stopping." Instantly, Mammon froze on his place.

"Please..." He begged again. His hard cock was still pressing towards you, distracting yourself. You didn't plan on doing more than kisses and touches, but Mammon seemed desperate to continue... And to be honest, you were liking that a lot.

Since you weren't making any move, he squeezed your hips with both hands, moving you on top of him.

With one hand he began to lower his own jeans, opening the zipper. You took his hands, stopping him.

"Aren't we going too fast?" Mammon seemed deaf, trying to free himself from those clothes that were squeezing him.

He grabbed your hand, placing it in on top on his boxers, moving it so you could feel his hard cock.

"Ya killing me. Got me all excited like this..." He whispered with a raspy voice, you felt the big bulge below your hands, your body heating up abruptly and your stomach contracting.

"Don't blame me." Looking down ashamed, you touched his cock, squeezing and stroking it lightly like he wanted.

"Mh- Fuck, yeah, just like that baby." You wanted to close your eyes in shame, but the view was too good to miss.

"I really wanna to do it... Can we? Please, I need ya." You didn't understand how he could be bold. So sincere with his feelings.

"I..." Trying to convince you, Mammon gently pulled you closer, leaving kisses on your neck and caresses on your waist.

"Mammon-" You whispered softly next to his ear. He bucked his hips up.

"I swear I'm goin' to be gentle, I swear. I'm going to be careful and do it how ya want it. Yeah? Can we?" He begged between kisses and put your hand under his boxer for you to start stroking him.

"Do you... Have condoms?" You asked, sighing softly, he shook his face, blue eyes clenching in pleasure, his teeth biting his lower lip, holding soft moans.

"I promise I'll cum outside." You thought for a few seconds, debating on fucking him or not. Although Mammon was making your job difficult, caressing your thighs and staring up at you with a pleading look.

Fuck it. You nodded, getting closer and kissing him while strocking his cock under his clothes.

He raised his hands, holding your hips, pressing you against his body in search for the closest proximity.

He put down your shorts, playing with the edge of your small panties, squeezing your ass without shame.

Your panties were wet, and that made his pride and arousal get bigger and bigger.

He wanted to be gentle, to take really good care of you, but he couldn't hold himself, makimt him barely lower his boxers, move your panties without even lowering them, to support his swollen tip on your pussy.

"A--Are you going to put it in just like that? are you crazy?!" Panic washed over you as you felt his head rubbing against your folds, was he planning on breaking you in half?

'Ya're so wet…" He sighed, too far gone in the feeling. Mammon's cock began to slide inside you. A painful sting mixed with pleasure flooded you.

You thought it was going to sting and hurt like hell, but apparently, you underestimated how aroused you actually were, because the feeling of Mammon's wet, hard cock sliding inside you was too perfect.

"Mh- Fuck, ya're so warm too." He began to move your hips up and down slowly. "Ya're squeezing me so tight..." Wanting to have a little more dominance in that situation, you began to jump on him, fucking yourself harder and managing to make Mammon moan loudly.

The only thing that could be heard in the room were the dirty and wet sounds you two were making.

"Why-- How it's so big?..." You whined breathlessly, making him fastener the movement of your hips. You couldn't stop moaning as you felt each stroke quicker and deeper, the tip of his cock hitting sharply your soft spot.

"Ya really drive me crazy." He turned around your body, getting between your legs again. He pulled out his cock, loving your whimper of complain.

"Why did you stop?" You pouted. Mammon crunched, kissing your lips fastly with a silly smile.

He took off your panties and shorts completely... He was going to take all your clothes off, but only lifted your shirt enough to see some more skin.

He took off his own black shirt... A sweaty body would normally disgust you, but for some reason right now it was so hot, and come on, it's fucking Mammon, he was made by God himself, of course he's body is amazing.

Again, he lined up his cock to thrust in, letting out a groan... He didn't wait and began to move his hips harder. Your bed was crashing against the magic tree, a constant squeaking sound filling the room. The demon began to move wildly, bringing your orgasms at an immense speed. Constant moans heated the atmosphere, wet bodies and sweat sticking together. He kissed you messily, sticking his tongue in.

"There! r-right there." Mammon focused on the spot you told him, biting his own lower lip trying to hold back his release a little longer just to come with you.

"I- I can't hold it anymore, you feel so fucking good." He moaned your name as he thrusted desperately into you. Feeling your walls squeezing around his cock tightly, your mouth whining his name while you cummed, it was amazing, it made him literally whimper in your ear, lowering himself to hide in your neck, sinking his teeth there to muffle all the dirty words he wanted to say.

"I love ya so much... So, so, so much." He muttered, too pussy drunk to process all his confessions... Not that you didn't know them. "I wanna fill you up, all of ya." A few more hard thrusts later and he cummed deeply inside of you, literally to the brim, doing just want he wanted, so much cum that it began to drip out of your pussy, staining the sheets of your bed. That silly promise about not cumming inside was entirely bullshit. "Ya're gonna have my babies now?" He groaned at last, chucking tiredly. His chest went up and down deeply. He laid down on top of you, still moving inside a little more but gently, your fluids mixing with each soft push.

You felt your heart beating fastly, just like his, and he stayed inside of you, trying to recover, arms embracing you tightly around your waist, hiding his face more in the curve of your neck.

... You really just gave in. The task that Lucifer gave you totally fucked up. Literally.

But it was worth of it.

#obey me mammon #mammon x reader #om! mammon #mammon smut #smut #obey me!#obey me! mammon #obey me! smut

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toastermoth · 4 months

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Hey I was wondering if you can do a hc of the OM Characters finding out that MC used to be a singer in the human world but in reality was unsuccessful and doesn’t like mentioning about it at all but still has passion over it. It doesn’t matter about the gender and yeah. If u can Tysm! 🤗

Obey Me! x Gn! Singer!Mc

I had so much fun writing these- tysm anon for requesting!! <3 LUKE IS LIKE YOUR LITTLE BROTHER!!! P.S. You can also read this as platonic or romantic! Lucifer: 1st Born

He finds out because you were taking too long in the shower and heard your captivating voice singing.

He would be surprised and though looking unimpressed on the outside, in the inside this man is so happy if he could he'd squeal like a little girl.

When he's alone with you he'll definitely ask you to sing for him and through small pleas you agree, and when you're done he'll be smiling his signature smile and clapping softly.

"Where did you learn to sing like that y/n?" he asks awaiting your response like a dog waiting for a command.

"Well I just liked singing! I used to be a singer in the human world but it didn't work out.."

He hears your voice break when you say those last 4 words and he is devestated.

How dare nobody appreciate your beautiful voice?!

He must've been glaring because then you said "But I still have a passion for it! They never discouraged me enough to make me quit!

That reassured him as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Y/n, never give up your passion, and if nobody supports you just know that I will personally string them up and make them appreciate your singing."

You laughed a little and Lucifer was just happy that he was able to hear your amazing gift.

Mammon: 2nd Born (Sorry his is short-)

He finds out one day when he heard you start singing a song for a playlist you're making to study.

WAIT WHAT?!

HIS HUMAN CAN SING?! WHY IS THEIR VOICE SO AMAZING?!

"WHY'D YA NEVER TELL ME?!"

You yelp in surprise and ask what he's talking about.

"YOUR SINGING OBVIOUSLY! IT'S LIKE GRIMM FOR MY EARS!"

You make a face and after much begging by the 2nd born, you decide to tell him

"Well, nobody really liked my singing in the human world.. I tried everything but no matter what I never really got listeners or fans haha.."

This poor man is wondering WHY?! HOW?!

He looks at you with his blue-yellow eyes and cups your face.

He says "Well they're stupid because you got the most amazing voice. Hell better than the angels! And they're angles for fucks sake! Look human, what I'm trying to say, is that you shouldn't listen to anyone who talks down to ya. I'll be your number 1 fan y/n! Nobody is gonna take that spot either ya hear me?"

That reassured you as he tackled you and pulled you into a hug.

"My precious human! How dare they keep this talent from me!"

He probably made a t-shirt saying "Y/N's #1 FAN"

Leviathan: 3rd Born

He found out when you started singing the opening to an anime!

Singer mc?! LEVI.EXE:SHUT_DOWN

Once you knew that he noticed your smile dropped and stopped singing and whispered a small sorry before looking down almost looking shamefully.

"Y-y/n?! Where did you learn to sing?! H-how can you-?!"

This poor boy has so many questions which you were reluclant to answer.

He gave you the cute 'anime girl' eyes (which is what he called it) and he knew you couldn't resist them.

"Mmmm fine. I used to be a singer in the human world and I gave it my all I really did but.. I never got anybody to listen.. I enjoy singing still but only for myself.."

Oh HELL NO. Levi may be shy but he can get ANGRY.

"That's impossible! Your singing is the most amazing thing my ears have ever experienced! You're just like the mc in the anime I'm-A-Secret-Singer-In-Highschool-Living-A-Normal-Life-But-Please-Send-Help!"

The long ass title of course made you snicker but he looked at you with serious eyes and said, "Henry had people who talked down to him but he never gave up! A-and neither should you y/n!!"

Satan: 4th Born

He found out by you humming a tune to singing some of the lyrics from a song in a movie that was inspired by a book that you were looking for in the library.

He couldn't help but be frozen by your hypnotic voice. You didn't notice him until he leaned on a bookshelf and something fell.

"I'm sorry Y/n. I couldn't help but listen to your singing. Where did you learn to sing like that?"

You paused a little bit while he motions you to sit in one of the library chairs.

"Can you tell me y/n?"

You sigh knowing he wouldn't forget about it and would probably ask you about it tomorrow and decide to tell the blonde haired demon.

"Well, in the human world I was a singer and I enjoyed it, loved it actually! But people didn't really like my songs or my voice or anything so I just kinda quit.. I never lost my passion for it though."

He sits looking at you in what you can tell is a mix of anger and confusion.

"Why did you give up? People are ruthless, but I think you should try again y/n. You never know and if they don't like your singing they can suck dick."

The last part of his sentence makes you laugh a bit as he smiles and looks at you saying, "I believe in you y/n. Even when you don't believe in yourself."

Asmodeus: 5th Born

He found out you could sing when he dragged you to a karaoke bar.

"C'mon sweetie! You'll do just fine besides my voice will take the main stage and you can sing backup! We got this we'll crush every demon! And don't worry I'll let you pick the song, as long as it won't ruin my beautiful voice!"

You think he only said the last part because he saw you looked a little nervous but you were still thankful.

After the karaoke session you noticed how everyone there was looking at you and not as Asmo which was weird because he's the lust demon, then you noticed he was even looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.

He bowed to the crowd then dragged you back to the house of Lamination.

"Where did you learn to have such an enchanting voice darling?! That was amazing!! I need to bring you to there again, you'll be all the talk all over Devildom!-"

He stopped once he took a look and saw you looking at your knees in discomfort and silence.

"Sweetie.? Are you alright? Did I make you uncomfortable?" Despite popular belief he was actually very caring and kind and not always self-centered.

You nodded and said, "That was my first crowd in a long time.."

Confused, the pink haired demon asked "Well what do you mean sweetheart?"

So you explained it to him.

"Well, I used to be a singer in the human world but, it didn't really work out and I never really had a crowd that enjoyed my singing but maybe they didn't even enjoy it as much as I do.."

"Y/n. I know demons, and I know just by their faces that they loved our performance. Your performance! Don't be so hard on yourself, because I know that you did amazing and I'm perfect so obviously I'm right!" He said swishing his hair in an attempt to make you smile. (It did)

"There's that smile I adore! Let's get your confidence back and go to more karaoke bars okay? Next time you better sing a duet with me though!"

Beelzebub: 6th Born

How he found out was one time you were baking with Luke and Barbatos (and Beel decided to bring himself to 'taste test.') and a familiar tune came from Barbatos's voice from him humming then Luke joined in singing and eventually you joined in on the fun.

Soon the kitchen was soon made into a ballroom with you singing and dancing with Luke and Barbatos stil humming the music as Beel watches in total awe.

You're a little worn out from singing and dancing till you see the tall orange haired demon looking at you as if you were the most prized food in all of Devildom.

"Y/n your voice is amazing!"

"Ah.. you really think so Beel?"

He nods his head as Barbatos and Luke agrees.

"Well, let's just get back to this cake yeah?" The three boys wondered why you were so dismissive but Barbatos and Luke paid no attention and they continued working. Beel however did not forget about your captivating voice.

On the way back to the house of Lamination he asks, "So you don't need to answer, but why did you just shut down the idea of singing? I really like your voice and I think so does Luke and Barbatos."

"Well it's not somthing I really talk ab-" theres the Beel puppy eyes. Damn you Beel for being adorable.

"Okay.. I used to sing in the human world, and I really loved it so I tried to become a professional but nobody.. really liked my singing as much as I do.. so I kinda gave up on that profession."

This poor boy was shocked.

"But why? Just because some people don't like it doesn't mean you shouldn't. Your voice is very nice to listen to especially when singing. Even if you don't like it I do and so does Luke and Barbatos and everyone who didn't support your singing is stupid."

You smiled knowing at least somebody liked your singing at least one person.

"If you start singing let me know, I want to hear your voice again singing."

Belphegor: 7th Born

How he found out was when he called you up for a nap and said he needed a lullaby.

"Y/nnnn I need something to make me fall asleep I can't fall asleep without oneee.." Which was halfway the truth. After much begging on the behalf of Belphie, you gave in and started singing a small lullaby.

Once you were done singing and started humming Belphie sleepily commented, "Such a mystical voice.. how not famous lullaby singer..."

You laughed a tiny bit to yourself for how sleepy he is and turned to him seeing even though sleepy he was dead serious.

"How are you not famous.?" he asks.

You hesitate to meet him in the eye as he lays close by you, knowing him he'd keep himself awake until you told him or he would lay on you until you told him.

Sighing, you say, "I tried to be famous, to sing as a real singer. But people just, didn't really listen and I was unsuccessful.."

You notice a hand lay you down and the fluffy blue haired demon says, "Well they lost out on a good singer.. that means you're now my professional lullaby singer.. screw the money grabbing producers who can't tell talent."

You smile at him being this caring and start singing another lullaby to lull him to slumber as well as yourself.

"You're the greatest singer and make sure you believe that too.."

OKAY HI THAT TOOK A LONG TIME AND I SORTA GOT LAZY AT THE END- BUT TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO DO A PART @ WITH BARBATOS, DIAVOLO, SIMEON, AND SOLOMON!! (AND LITTLE BROTHER LUKE!!!)

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pr3ttyb0ym2g · 2 months

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BODYGUARD ꒰CHARLIE 𝘅 male! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳꒱

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ;; Platonic, fluff. In which you're another one of Charlie Morningstar's guards, like Razzle and Dazzle, you are an extremely powerful being gifted to guard Charlie, courtesy of Lucifer. A clump of multiple scenarios I thought of. Doesn't make 100% sense. 𝘼/𝙉 ;; I love the bodyguard trope.. Also, I desired a found family type of fic. Started strong, ended bad. This was going to be deleted, but uh, i have too many request drafts to finish. SO HERE IS A LIL SMTH. If people like it, i'll write more with this concept.

While you weren't entertained, you weren't bored of being Charlie's bodyguard either. Truth be told, you used to be a servant of Lucifer, a strong fighter who obeyed whatever command he asked. You were one of the first few sinners to enter Hell and quickly associated with the devil. You were eons old and stuck by Lucifer's side, without a soul contract as well. If you were asked why you never left him, you'd answer, "There isn't much else to do in Hell." And plus, Lucifer was a special individual; for the devil, he had his quirks. But what shocked you for the first time in centuries was Lucifer appointing you as his newborn daughter's guard. Seriously, of all guards, he chose you? You offhandedly mentioned how he had several other talented servants who could serve Charlie just as well as you would, but Lucifer seemed oddly insistent on you. Lucifer trusted you more than any other, so you agreed. You watched as Charlie grew up, taking care of the girl as Lucifer went through his depression and Lilith began distancing herself. You didn't sign up to play babysitter, but you did it nonetheless. As Charlie reached toddler age, Lucifer would give her two other guards named Razzle and Dazzle. They were two dragons that had transformation abilities, but they would typically stay in their smaller forms. Charlie was an interesting girl, from childhood to adulthood, she stayed interesting to you. She was compassionate and caring. "[name]..?" A young Charlie would peer up at you, her eyes filled with admiration and adoration for you. "Yes, Charlie?" You responded, looking down at the small child, she was extremely short compared to you and no taller than your knee. You secretly hoped she had not inherited Lucifer's height, but Lilith's instead. "Can you carry me?" She nervously pleaded, reaching a hand to tug on your pants' fabric. "Of course, whatever you desire." You cautiously took a knee, wrapping your arms around the small girl and hugging her close to your chest. Charlie had asked to be carried often, something conditioned by Lucifer and Lilith. They both coddled the girl and often held her in their arms. But as the couple suddenly began to dispute and grow increasingly busy, neither of them could hold Charlie. So you did. You held her often, walking in her stead. You don't recall a single day she wasn't held by you. Maybe you were also conditioning Charlie's dependency, but you'd never admit that. "Charlie? Sweetie, where are you?" Lucifer asked with a panicked laugh, practically flipping the whole castle upside down to find his daughter. It was one of the few days you were away from Charlie and Lucifer just couldn't find her. Lucifer was freaking out. Charlie was a good kid, not a trouble-maker at all! So where did she go? No way she ran away, she's only a child.

And Razzle and Dazzle also couldn't find the girl. While they had keen senses, they couldn't smell Charlie over the heavy bloodshed outside. All they could smell was iron. "Honey, please come out, your dad is getting a little worried..!" He was 100— 300% worried. God, he just prayed you got back soon. You always knew everything about Charlie, having spent the most time with her, as shamefully as Lucifer could admit. A loud crash was heard outside the castle, causing the building to momentarily shake, adding onto Lucifer's worry. "Dad!" Charlie cried out, scared and running into the room with her arms out. "Charlie!" Lucifer quickly hugged the girl and took in a deep breath. "Where were you hiding?" "I hid where [name] told said to." Charlie cried, sniffling into her father's white collar. He smelled of faint gunpowder up close. "Where [name] told you to..? Now why would you do that, Char Char?" "He said to hide in our secret place if I'm scared while he's away." Lucifer paused. Ah, you set up an area for Charlie if anything went wrong during extermination day, the only yearly event day you're gone. You did this as a precaution, you didn't really trust Heaven since Adam was leading the extermination. And Adam was a fucking nutjob, so you didn't expect him to maintain their deal of sparing the Morningstars. You thought you were just being paranoid, but paranoia is better than a dead child and all Hell breaking loose. "[name], you're back." Lucifer greeted you, watching as you entered his office, covered in blood and grime. You stared at him as a mix of liquid dripped onto his carpet. Lucifer was at his typical large desk, resting comfortably on his large chair and staring straight at you. "Your majesty." You returned the greeting, giving a mock bow, clearly dazed. You were too exhausted to think straight. "Did you see Charlie yet?" Lucifer interlaced his fingers in front of himself, giving you his undivided attention. "No, I haven't." You didn't know if sweat or blood dripped down your forehead. "Are you feeling okay? Looks like Lilith sent you on a tough one." Lucifer was aware of why you were missing every extermination day, it was due to Lilith's orders. Specifically orders he was not allowed to know. Lucifer respected Lilith's boundaries and never questioned it. "Splendid. Would you like me to speak to Charlie?" You responded quickly as if you were dismissing his concerns. "No, no, you don't have to talk to her now. She's probably asleep anyway. How about you take a shower?" Lucifer urged you, giving you a smile. "I will do so. Goodnight, your Majesty." You spun around, beginning to walk out with your sore legs. "Oh and [name]?" You paused your step. "Thanks for looking out for my daughter."

#hazbin hotel x reader #fanfiction #hazbin hotel x you #vivziepop #vivzieverse #hazbin hotel #fanfic #male reader #x male reader #platonic #found family

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vampiric-tempt · 7 months

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Kinktober | 05

≡ monsterfucking | syzoth x gn!reader ੈ♡˳

tw ➤ nsfw, monsterfucking, teratophila, two dicks, breeding, belly bulge, marking, size difference

a/n: everyone be joking on tiktok that they'd take syzoth in both forms. But would you really? My answer is yes, I'm a monsterfucker

❥・*。"You are...intrigued by my other appearance?" Syzoth repeated. "But I'm a freak y/n." He looks down shamefully.

You sigh, reaching up to caress his face. "You think I care about that stuff Syzoth?"

"Yes," He purses his lips for a moment. "I figured you'd only be interested in my warmblood self- as it's what you're most familiar with."

You frown and pull Syzoth in by the waist, moving to ghost your lips over his ear. "I can prove it, if that's what you want." You whisper.

Syzoth sucks in a breath, his hands moving to squeeze your hips lightly. "Do you know what you're asking, y/n?"

"I'm fully aware." You pulled away from his grasp and teasingly placed yourself on the bed. Syzoth watched your every move, a feeling of lust brewing within him. He watched as your legs sensually spread as you leaned back, arms supporting you from behind. "Fuck me in your natural form."

Syzoth hesitates. "I don't know, y/n. I could hurt you, a-and my natural form heightens my animalistic nature."

You let out a deep sigh and trail your hand down your body to your aching arousal. "But what if I want to experience that side of you?" You tilt your head at him, a small smile forming.

Syzoth hisses at your words and shifts into his natural form before you. His tail began swishing back and forth in excitement as he approached you. "You can choose to end this here." He rasps. "Say it now because once I have you in this form, there's no turning back."

You bit your lip. "Continue, please."

Syzoth growls, his clawed hand pushing you back into the bed as he ducks his head into the nape of your neck. He groans, taking in your scent mixed with arousal. His tongue licking up your neck to your jaw, tasting your skin.

"You smell and taste so good." He whines.

You hummed, pulling his face down to kiss the tip of his nose. "I need you so bad, Syzoth." You plead. "Fuck me please."

Syzoth lets out a low shrill of happiness, his tail circling one of your legs to drag you flush against his hips. You curiously looked down to see a slit appear as two dicks appeared. Your eyes widened, gasping at the sight.

"I'm sorry, I should've warned your beforehand." Syzoth halts in his movements. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea."

"No...I-it's okay." You try to reassure him. "I mean it's only natural since you're a reptile. I'm actually pretty excited by it."

Syzoth puffs out his chest in relief. "I'll be careful." He says. "I promise I won't hurt you."

You smiled at that. Feeling Syzoth's claws tear away at your clothes. You couldn't find it in your heart to make a comment on it as you knew he was too distracted with his thoughts.

He hissed again as he smelled you more clearly, his predatory eyes peering back up to you as he slowly moved his head down to your heat, his tongue playfully swiping across it. He hums at the taste and continued to play and tease you with his hands and tongue, making sure you'd be ready for him.

You mewled in pleasure as your felt his tongue shove in you, exploring your sensitive walls. "God, your tongue is amazing." Your hands shoot atop the zaterran's head for support. A low rumble erupts from his throat as he feels your thighs squeeze around his head and he pulls away making you whine. "Syzoth."

He chuckles, moving up to nuzzle into your neck again, his other hand guiding one of his members to your opening. "I want you to cum on my cock instead, do you think you're ready?" He asks.

You whisper a low yes and a choken gasp shot out of you as the head of his dick pushed through your walls, slowly stretching you open as it went deeper and deeper. You could feel his other member brushing against your surface and you couldn't help but trail one hand down to stroke it softly.

Syzoth growls at the sensation, trying his best to keep an easy pace for you. But your little whines and whimpers were driving him crazy, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

"Feels so fucking good, love." You tossed your head back, intoxicated by his hips pounding into you. He deepened his thrusts, his hands gripping the underside of your thighs and pushing them closer to your chest. A cacophony of sexual moans filling the room.

"Please, let me breed you." Syzoth whimpered. "I need to fill you up, make you all mine. Please I have to!" He begins to practically beg.

"Yes, mhmp~ breed me Sy." You moaned, hands trailing down to feel his dick bulge from your stomach. Your vision becoming more blurred by your tears as you felt your climax nearing.

It was then, time had slowed, your eyes squinting shut as a shattering orgasm hit you followed by the sharp pain of teeth baring into your shoulder. Syzoth had finished right after you, his orgasm completely driving him over the edge to where he would accidently mark you.

Syzoth widened his eyes in fear as he pulled out, stepping away from you as the taste of your sweet blood swarmed his tongue. Quickly, he shifted back into his human form, worry filling his expression. "Y-y/n I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I was so caught up and-"

"Relax," You huffed out, covered and filled with Syzoth's hot seed. "I like it, now everyone will know I'm yours, right?"

He lowered his head. "Yes..."

"Then stop being like that. C'mere and help me- I don't think I have the strength to take care of myself after how good you fucked me."

Syzoth lets out a chuckled hiss. "That's what I intend to do, my love."

╰┈➤ other kinktober 2023 mk1 works

#syzoth x reader #reptile x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mk x reader #mk1 x reader #kinktober 2023 #gender neutral reader #mdni #tw monsterfucking #tw.breeding

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mytheoristavenue · 1 year

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I just refound my hyperfixation with franken stein from soul eater and was wondering if you would write nsfw stein/maid! Reader?

Sure, thanks for the ask, and sorry for the wait!

SE Franken Stein x Maid!Reader 🍋 - Commands

Summary: Your new employer decides to correct you after finding your service to not be up to his standards.

Warning: Rough, unprotexted sex, hard dom!stein, sub!reader, fem!reader, service!sub, kinda short

"(Y/N)," your employer called, prompting you to toddle over to him in the kitchen. "How many times am I going to have to correct you before you can do things correctly?" he asked ominously, cocking his head a bit and erecting his arm to crank the bolt lodged in his temple.

"Apologies, sir," you mumbled. "What was it that I did wrong?"

"Taste this." he ordered, shoving a mug in your face. Hesitantly, you took in by its handle and took a sip, instantly grimacing at the taste.

"Tea?" you whispered under your breath, confused. Why was there tea in the coffee canister?

"Correct. And what did I ask for?" His confirmation startled you, as you hadn't anticipated him hearing you.

"Coffee, sir." you answered shamefully, setting the cup down to go make him a fresh cup. "Apologies."

"That won't be enough this time," you could here his teeth grind when he spoke, making your skin crawl as he grabbed you by the wrist to pull you back to him. "I'm going to teach you a lesson this time."

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"Watch those teeth or you'll lose them." he commanded down to you as you diligently sucked him off, making sure to take everything he said straight to heat, lest you screw up again. "That's better." He purred, holding your head still in an effort to fuck your throat more comfortably. Stein leaned against the refrigerator tiredly, his head tilted back against it, not only out of bliss, but exhaustion. He'd had a long day and he didn't have the energy to look after you to make sure you did things properly.

"If you were half as good at you job as you are at sucking dick, we might just get along." he remarked with a throaty chuckle. "But you're not, so I guess this is all your good for." You took in his displeased words as they went straight to your heat. You wanted so desperately to sink your fingers into your core while you pleasured him, letting his distain for you ag you on, but you knew better. Stein was a cold, uncaring man, and you knew for a fact that if Death himself hadn't appointed you to keep his lab clean, you'd be on the streets.

Suddenly, you felt a harsh slap deliver to your cheek, causing you to withdrawal from him, alarmed. "Teeth." he reminded.

"S-Sorry," you whined, brows knitted together shyly as you gazed up at him.

"God, you're pathetic." he moaned, releasing a shaky breath as you licked a stripe up his shaft. "Either you're such a little snowflake that you're going to cry over one little slap, or you're getting pleasure from this." he noted breathlessly, before pressing his palm to your forehead and pushing you to the floor. "Either way, that I'm not going to let that happen." He growled, approaching you, and manhandling you off the ground.

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You whined hopelessly as the man of the house held you as you were laid out on the kitchen table, fucking into your weeping whole like he hated you, and in many ways, he did. You vexed him constantly with your sickeningly sweet tone, your stupid mistakes, and the way you said things that drove him wild, entirely unintentionally. He gripped your thigh tighter, your leg half hazard slung over his shoulder, while the other dangled off the table.

"Dick dumb little whore," he grunted, sweat dripping off his brow and landing on your uniform. "Can't even make a simple cup of fucking coffee."

Your face felt numb, and you struggled to form a single coherent thought as he pounded you into the table, simply uttering choked attempts at his title. "Y-Yes, sir..."

"Fuck," he groaned as your walls clenched around him, squeezing for all he was worth. "Better not fucking cum, I swear to God, I'll hurt you so bad." His threats did nothing to stop your climax from washing over you. If anything, they made it stronger, the thought of all the ways he could harm you tasting delicious in your mind. Your pelvis rose off the table as your legs began to tremble, your gross noises spilling into the air, pissing him off even more. "God, you can't do anything fucking thing I tell you, can you?"

You neglected to answer him, simply laying limp against the cold surface, you eyes rolled back and drool dribbling down your chin from your ajar lips. "Don't think that just because you came I'm gonna stop," he warned, tossing your leg off him and gripping your hips as harshly as he could, fingernails digging crescent moons into your supple flesh.

"Gonna fuck you until you learn your Goddamn lesson."

#soul eater smut #professor stein #stein x reader #franken stein #stein smut #soul eater x reader

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eyenniie · 3 months

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꒰ 𐙚 Cheerleader ; pt.2

౨ৎpairings: Athlete!Tartaglia x Cheerleader!reader

ೀwarnings: (NSFW), semipublic sex, gagging, he fucks you raw, and cursing! (^-^✿)

Was that intentional? Is she teasing me? Questions bounced through his already dirty mind, his dick throbbing and almost ripping the seams of his tight feeling shorts.

"Fuck.." He muttered under his breath, still eyeing at her with half lidded eyes. Poor Ajax's mind was all over the place, but the only thing he could clearly think was the plush of her thighs squishing together to try and save herself from embarrassment (didn't really work tbh..)

The room felt hot, the conversations getting louder and louder in his ears as a certain ginger's cock got harder and harder each second that passes.

It was all her fault, she made him this way, she needed to be punished like the naughty little girl she was! Besides, this wouldn't have happened if she hadn't bent over like that without knowing that somebody could be staring!

"You guys wanna go to the cafe later, maybe like at six or something?" (Y/N) had asked her cheer friends, who had just finished practice a while ago and now they were all just making up plans for the day.

Ajax watches from a far, waiting for the perfrct moment to step in. Once all of (Y/N)'s friends had left to go change in the locker rooms, he grabbed her wrist and shoved her into the very back of the bleachers, hushing her in the process.

"A-ajax, what is going o—" A finger was pressed on her lips, a small hush telling her to 'Shut the fuck up'.

And being the good little girl that she was, (Y/N) had obeyed his wishes without a second thought.

Small whimpers escaped her plump lips before they were muffled by a calloused hand belonging to Ajax, he slammed her against the wall his hand still over her mouth.

He sucked in a breath, pressing himself against her skimpy cheerleading uniform causing another stuttered groan to leave his throat, the warm feeling of Ajax's breath lingering against her skin.

"Was it intentional you slut?" His voice demanded answers in a demeaning way, his hand freeing itself from her mouth and down her body.

She shook her head, covering her mouth as to not spill anymore noises that would leave her mouth in a shamefully loud way, "W-what do you mean..?" Confusion radiated off of her, giving him those same doe like eyes she did whenever they spoke.

"This shit!" Ajax loosened his grip from her body and pointed at the tent growing in his pants, throbbing as his dick was practically begging to be released from his pants.

(Y/N) gulped, looking down at his painfully hard erection with a hungry and needy glint in her seemingly innocent eyes.

It was just so alluring, causing her smaller hands to unknowingly grasp onto his shirt and whine.

"I-i'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" She begged for his forgiveness, "I'll be a good girl! ♡"

The sound of her melodic whines and whimpers swept a smirk on his darkened expression, wiping that scowl right off his face as his hands closed off any exits.

Ajax's face inching closer to (Y/N)'s, their breaths mixing together before lips crashed into eachothers, hungrily.

Without any hesitation Ajax ripped off her uniform in a rush, hastily peeling off his pants in such a hurry while biting his lower lip.

He couldn't seem to get himself off of poor (Y/N) who started to squirm at the cold feeling of being exposed, that sweet perfume of hers alone seemed to put Ajax in a daze as he nuzzled his head into her neck.

She stopped for a moment, realizing they were gonna fuck without a condom, "W-wait, aren't you gonna put on a condo— Ah! ♡"

Without any warning, Ajax pushed himself into her entrance, releasing a loud groan as he pounded into her tight hole like a rabid animal.

"O-oh! Ajax.. Please, A-ah! Slow d-down..~♡" (Y/N) squealed, her eyes rolling at the back of her head while drool fell from the corner of her lips, Ajax licked the creations that littered her bruised neck.

(Y/N) was like a blank canvas that Ajax needed to paint, a need to paint this canvas with his art.

He let out another groan followed by pleaded whines from (Y/N), "A-ah! Ngh!~ 'M s-so close, Ajax please! ♡"

(Y/N) babbled nonsense as her orgasm came close, but Ajax slowed down, a low chuckle leaving his lips in a degrading sense causing poor (Y/N) to let out a small cry.

"Huh.. Please— Mhhfg!" (Y/N)'s panties were used to muffle her voice, Ajax shushed her whilst a pair of footsteps walked past the bleachers that Ajax and (Y/N) were at.

Ajax gripped at her hair, using his other hand to grope her breast.

"Shh~ We have to be quiet girlie, wouldn't want'cha to get caught all messed up, hmm~?"

Only a moan was audible, causing the footsteps to stop before leaving the area.

"Oh what a bad girl, we almost got caught!"

Ajax slapped the fat of her ass as a warning, letting another low laugh as he bit the flesh of her ear.

Muffled whines and sorries could be heard from her, begging for forgiveness.

He chuckled once more, his hand grasping her wrists and pinning them above her head to try and prevent her from squirming so much.

"Tsk, Tsk, such a naughty little slut, maybe you need to be punished even more for being such a little attention whore~ ♡"

#ajax smut #tartaglia x fem!reader #genshin smut #genshin ajax #genshin impact #genshin imagines #ajax x fem!reader #౨ৎ;inniesmasterlist🎀

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cumulo-stratus · 7 months

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“There’s nothing wrong with being different.”

Pairing: Dad!Spencer reid x Dad!reader

Description: Spencer and his husband talk to their daughter when she gets in trouble for punching someone (daughter is 10)

Warnings: Little bit of homophobia, lemme know if there's anything else!

Flufftober day 8: Kidfic/Petfic

A/N: I feel so bad cus I'm like a week behind on flufftober but I'm trying guys I swear 😭 anyways proof read by the lovely @ssaspenceswife!! (Totally check out her works it's way better than mine lmao)

Y/n sighed as he stepped into the drivers seat of the car, spencer sliding in next to him. They had been enjoying their day off of work together, lounging while their daughter was at school for the day. That was of course until Spencers phone rang…

Spencer lounged on top of Y/n, practically flopped on top of him, the tv played some show quietly in the back round, but the couple were much too focused on each other to quite care. They had been discussing Poes works until spencers phone starts buzzing on the coffee table, alearting him of an incoming call.

Y/n looked at spencer curiously, silently asking him to pick it up, and find out what was going on. But when the familiar crease between spencers brow became apparent his husband frowned at the discontentment of his lover. Spencer gave Y/n the universal signal to wait and answered the phone.

“Hello?”

(hello are you doctor reid?)

“yes thats me, is there something wrong?”

(we apologize for interrupting your busy works schedule but you need to come pick up your daughter, shes been suspended.)

“Suspended?!”

This finally caught Y/ns attention as he looked at his husband confused. Spencer stared back equally puzzled and continued the conversation.

(She physically assulted another student, and is suspended until the end of the week. One guardian registered with he school may come pick your daughter up.)

"okay, thank you someone will be there to pick her up soon. Buh bye-"

spencer seemed to want the conversation over with as soon as possible when he said his goodbyes to the receptionist.

"Spence- what happened, was it the school? Is Esther okay?"

"she punched a kid.."

Y/ns face fell in disappointment- and then it turned to anger

"we taught her to never resort to violence?! What happened?"

Spencer just sighed and raised himself from his previous sitting position to start making his way to the door. "I'll go pick her up, we'll talk about it when we get back.

Needless to say the car ride home was silent. Spencer was angry but he knew better than to take it out on his daughter. It would only end in a fight, and that got them nowhere

finally they arrived at thé family's apartment- Esther's other father stood in the attached living room with his arms crossed over his chest. Esther only looked down shamefully, gripping the straps of her beloved astronaut backpack. Y/n sighed in resignation and invited his daughter to sit on couch; sandwiched in between her dads. Y/n started;

"Esther- I thought we taught you to be better this, you know better than that- better than violence."

"I know dad I'm sorry- but he deserved it!

this time it's Spencer's turn to speak, "no one deserves to be punched Esther- and you know that"

both Esther and her fathers attention are pulled away from eachother when they hear a snort/giggle from y/n after Spencer said no one deserves to be punched. Spencer gives his husband a warning glare and that in combination with the aforementioned husbands antics, lightened the mood enough to release a small giggle from the child. After Spencer pulled his eyes away from his husband and put the attention back on his daughter she started to explain herself ; " well this one deserved it- he always mean to you guys- I was just standing up for you!” the couple looked up from their daughter and at each other with confusion. Y/n was the first to shake off the confusion and ask Esther what she ment.

“How would he be mean to us, we dont know this boy?”

“he always says that having 2 dads is weird and un natural. and i always tell him its not and its normal but he wont listen! and then he kept saying means and untrue s stuff and i- i, i couldnt stop myself! he was just being such a dick!”

spencer sent esther a stern warning glare at her language before his and his husbands face softened. Y/n reached out and pulled esther in for a hug asking “bug, why didnt you tell us- we could’ve done something?”

Esther just sighs and hugs back before answering “i told the teachers, and they didn‘t do anything..” Esther voice was deflated and when she told her fathers about the schools lack of response to her cries for help, the men shared a look that said they’d talk about it later.

spencer joined the hug forming one big ball of reid family on the couch. When spencer and Y/n finally released their daughter from the binding hug spencer put one hand on each of esther’s shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes saying “having two dads, never a bad thing, and i dont ever want you to think anything different. Understand?” before Esther could respond Y/n cut in and said, “and theres nothing wrong with being different either- just look at your dad, he’s different and a hottie” Y/n winked at his husband and Esther just exclaimed “ewwww!!” loudly, making both spencer and Y/n laugh out loud. Hoping to lighten the mood spencer responded to his husbands comment with a “save it for later- handsome” and a mischievous smile.

After a family dinner, (with lots of subtle encouragement and affirmations) Esther was feeling better, but tired. So she climbed into bed, received a kiss from both her fathers, and promptly fell asleep before her dad could even turn on the night light. Y/n and spencer were thankful for her almost immediate restful state, needing a moment alone to finally process the events of the day.

when the couple retreated back to their shared master bedroom Y/n took the opportunity of his husband just standing there to engulf him in a big hug, needing the familiar comfort of his husband. And there they stood, for who knows how long. At least 5 minutes. maybe 10 if were being realistic. But hey what can I say, they hadn’t had a moment alone since their daughter to home and lets just d say they needed it.

Spencer was the first to break the comfortable silence, saying “i still cant believe the school didn’t do anything about it- remind me to call them tomorrow before we leave for work.” Y/n just nodded and gave spencer a chaste kiss on the lips- leading him over to the bed and pulling him down on top of him. spencer chuckled and reminded Y/n that they were still wearing their day clothes, and that dental health was extremely important yet they hadn’t brushed their teeth yet. Y/n chuckled and hummed all smiley at his husbands antics.

After brushing their teeth together and y/n (jokingly) trying to get spencer to sleep with no clothes- despite the not very well insulted apartment and the blistering cold just outside the apartment walls. Y/n’s defense was that he could keep spencer warm. needles to say Y/n didn’t win that argument. but the couple still went to bed smiling, curled up in each others arms, leaving the issues of the day for tomorrow.

The End

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#bau #criminal minds #bau team #spencer reid #fluff #cute #gay #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid fanfic #kidfic #spencer reid x reader #dad!spencer reid #Dad!reader #slight homophobia #flufftober #flufftober day 8 #flufftober 2023

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ssalballoon · 4 months

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i wanna get better at art but dont know how to start ^^' whats a good way to get into studying anatomy and improving as an artist? tysm 💗 love your art soso much

more art converts 😼 yay!!

i think these asks were sent by different people but they're pretty related + a lot of my advice is the same! so i'll answer these together under the cut (it's so long oh gosh)

ok first of all i'm very flattered that people are asking me for art advice but i'm really not the most equipped person to ask TTOTT I've never been deliberately studious with my art so I feel bad offering advice when I've mostly gotten by with just drawing fanart and ocs a lot... my rate of improvement has therefore been slow, but I've still had an enjoyable learning experience so perhaps from that angle my input may help! i'll mainly refer you to external resources that have helped me

For anatomy + drawing humans:

1) I know I'm not diligent enough to sit down and study muscles, so instead I make it more enjoyable by drawing my favorite characters in a pose that targets the muscles I want to practice! (i default to drawing ppl naked because of this lol) This isn't the most efficient, but it serves as good motivation to get practice in. (honestly a lot of my general art advice has the undercurrent of becoming so obsessed with characters to drive your motivation to draw even when artblocked/ struggling with doubts!)

2) I want to refer you to Sinix's Anatomy playlist! Although Sinix focuses more on digital painting, he gives simplified anatomy breakdowns that include how muscles change shape under different movements/poses, which is crucial for natural human posing. the static anatomy diagrams from Google don't really help for that

3) What's just as important as anatomy is gestures! (especially important if you're used to drawing non-human objects I think!) Making figures look like they have flow to them will sell the "naturalness"(?) to your anatomy. If you have in person life drawing sessions accessible near you I'd recommend trying those out, or if you prefer trying it digitally there's this website!

This helps you not only get a sense of human proportions, but also natural posing! I'd limit the time taken to draw the poses from like 10 seconds to 1 minute(?) for quick gestures, and maybe 1 minute to 5mins(for now!! typically they go much longer) to study human proportions. I'd say don't spend a lot of time on them, repetition is more important!

4) I've also picked up on useful anatomy tidbits from artists online! Looking at how practiced/ professional artists stylize a body helps me focus on what the essential details are to convey a particular form (looking up "human muscles" and being hit with anatomy diagrams full of all the smallest details can be overwhelming! what do you even focus on?! so these educated simplifications really help me) Like Emilio Dekure's work! Look how simplified these figures are, and yet contain all the essential information to convey the sense of accurate form (even though it's highly exaggerated!)

(shamefully admits I've never studied from actual anatomy books so I can't recommend anything in that sense TTOTT)

For general improvement:

1) I highly recommend Sinix's Design Theory playlist and Paintover Pals! (+ his channel in general) You don't have to put them immediately into practice, but I think these are good fundamental lessons to just listen to and have them in the back of your mind to revisit another day. Plus these videos are just fun and very approachable! Design theory fundamentals are essential to creating appeal and directing a viewer's attention, and critiquing others' work/ seeing his suggestions are a good way to practice noticing areas of improvement+ solutions yourself!

2) If you prefer a more formal teaching resource, the Drawabox YouTube course covers all the basic fundamentals of drawing in short lessons. But honestly if I were starting out, this would be a little intimidating for me (and even now it still is! I haven't done all of them) But even if you don't watch them, the titles should give you an idea of the basic concepts that are valuable to pick up. I think it would be nice to keep in mind and revisit once in a while as you learn!

(One lesson I do encourage you to watch is the line control one! A confident continuous line conveys motion and flow much better compared to discontinuous frayed lines which I think is good to practice early by drawing from the wrist and shoulder)

3) As a universal piece of advice: Please please please use references! Use a reference for literally everything, observing is how we learn! You'll find that a lot of things you thought you knew what they looked like are inaccurate by memory alone. Also, trace! This is solely for your practice, tracing then freehanding has helped me grasp proportions when I was struggling! (of course don't post these online if you traced from art)

I've found that being able to compile references into easy to access boards has been very helpful in encouraging me to use references more. For PC, I think they use PureRef (free/pay what you want), and for iPad I use VizRef. VizRef is a one time purchase (which was definitely worth the $3.99 USD price imo)

4) On that note, try building up the habit to observe from media + real life and make purposeful comments about what you see! Like hey, when I bend my knee, the muscles/fat in my thighs and calves bulge outwards, I should draw that next time. Purposeful observation carries over to your overall visual library, and it's a little thing that adds up over time

5) For motivation, get into media you really enjoy, or make your own characters! The way I started art more seriously was by drawing fanart + OCs from anime that I liked ^^ For OCs it really encourages you to draw more because you're the primary creator of their art! Also you gotta see a lot of good art to make good art! Watching visually appealing media (like animation with appealing stylization/simplification) can passively help you learn just by observation.

ok wow I could go on but this is already a lot of information TTOTT my main aim for this reply is basically: don't let anything discourage you from learning to draw!! drawing is so fun and brings me a lot of joy ^^ practicing often will of course help you improve, and the way to incentivize that is by having fun with it! i hope this could help!💞

#my asks #art resources #trying to be concise n failing #i'm mainly worried that like. my art tips make me sound more skilled than my art actually is

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Hi Yunie🖤

I hope you're well and in peace :), if you're comfortable and willing, could I please get a fic/hc/drabble with Alejandro Vargas x f!reader (nsfw)??

I saw idea in the One Piece Fandom of the Ex!Husband, Alejandro as an Ex!husband who is very much still all over his Ex!wife reader.

You can throw in the jealousy/possessive trope and whatever else you'd like, I'd like you to write this in a way you're led to but I will not be mad if they're both so into each other despite not being together and it it ends with them both and their glaring breeding schmink and a makeup, I'll humbly accept.

If you're not cool to write any part of this or this as a whole, that is entirely okay.

I appreciate you for accommodating me, take care of yourself love🥀

Never Again.

[nsfw]

A/n: based on a request for Alejandro and reader being exes, hope you enjoy :).

Alejandro wanted something different, bringing the end to the relationship. A mission would bring close proximity, something he never thought would happen. He couldn’t still love you, could he?

F!reader, exhusband!Alejandro, light angst, smut, MDNI, 18+, pnv, unprotected!sex

Based on request.

Let’s give a little backstory, yeah? You and Alejandro were married and together for quite some time. You’d accompany each other on missions, making sure the other would come out safe. Your love was strong between yourselves.

“Mi amor, do you think we can talk about something?” Alejandro asked as you two sat on opposite sides of the dinner table, eating.

“What is it?” You responded in a sweet voice, setting down your utensil, looking up into his brown eyes.

“Well… I was thinking. Because we’ve been together for so long we could…” He trailed off, letting his sentence hang in the air for a moment. He looked hesitant to say anything because he already knew your thoughts on this topic. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“...We could start a family?” Alejandro said with a small fond smile after finishing the question. You frowned and shook your head, crossing your arms.

“No, and we’ve already talked about this, Vargas.” You replied. You’d use his last name as a way to say to him you were done with the conversation, or to tell him you were frustrated.

“I'm not ready for that.” You would add on, attempting to justify and “seal the deal” so he couldn’t ask about it anymore. Every time he’d ask about starting a family, it only grew in more and more tension between the two of you. A little hole in your heart would tear open each time, knowing the two of you wanted something different.

Starting a family and settling down was a huge part of a relationship, and as you thought of it at the time, a major strain. Every time he’d casually ask about it, the more you could feel yourself distancing yourself from him, because you didn’t desire what he wanted. He’d keep pushing and pushing, you keep taking a step back.

That’s when you’d find yourself filing for divorce in an office building, sitting once more on opposite sides of the table. He looked sad. He loved you, you were his purpose, the love of his life. Everything. He was the same to you. You couldn’t help but feel your heart break in half that this was the reason that broke you two apart. You looked away, shamefully from him, barely composing your poker face.

A few months would fly by where you’re living in your own apartment building, just outside of the base.

You’d groan as the alarm clock rang to wake you up from your sleep. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you picked up a polaroid of the two of you at your wedding, a sigh escaping your mouth. You’d question every morning since that day if you made the right choice.

Setting the picture down, you stretch your limbs and stand up. Going to the bathroom to ready yourself for work. Brushing your teeth, looking at your face, tidying your hair, putting on your uniform.

Then heading to base in your dinky car. The two of you would avoid glances, refuse to answer each other when in meetings, cross by hallways with strange auras. However, there were times when you caught him staring at you while training or when you went to the canteen to grab a bite to eat. A sour expression on his face whenever male recruits would be flaunting over you. He seemed… Jealous almost?

“What? You’re putting us both on a mission?” You protested towards your general. Alejandro looked displeased, as if he didn’t want to go.

“I don’t care about your differences. This is a dangerous man and I need you both.” The general said as both of you stood next to each other, ready to continue arguing. But you shut your mouth, sighing in response which gave your general a green light to continue his explanation.

“His name is Andrea Enza, he’s been part of the cartel and has some AQ affiliation. We’ve finally got some intel on him from a third party. I need you two to go in, undercover, get information and get out. However, if a problem arises, you will have orders to neutralize the target.” Your general said, leaning back in his chair, a slight creak escaping it after he finished the scenario.

You glance over at Alejandro who hasn’t said a word this entire interaction. It made you question. What was he thinking about?

“Where does he usually go?” You asked your general quietly while returning your gaze down at the files.

“An erotic dance joint, downtown.” He responded with an uneasy tone. Alejandro would mutter something in Spanish with some irritation behind it. Shit. Well, you know what that means. In missions like these, you usually go alone but because of how high the threat level was, he had to send in someone else. However, it was your ex-husband Alejandro, joining you this time.

An exhausted sigh leaves your mouth as you were the first one to leave your general's office, getting ready for the mission. Thousands of thoughts ran through your head. Why didn’t Alejandro protest this? And what did he say under his breath? What were his thoughts?

Soon after, Alejandro entered the weapons locker where you were gathering your own things. A huff escapes your lips.

“Vargas.” You said as a greeting, but more stern intent. He didn’t say anything. It kind of made you heartbroken that he didn't respond to you or when he’d ignore you in the hallway. You couldn’t help but miss him terribly, but it seems he moved on from you. Or so you thought.

Alejandro grabbed his things and exited the weapons locker. Soon after you left, you had a robe on top of your promiscuous outfit, not revealing it yet. You couldn’t help but feel his eyes bore into your back when you were the first one to enter the car, him following soon after.

The ride is silent. You looked out the window, enchanted by the city lights in the dark sky, illuminated by stars.

“So, you and that recruit, huh?” Alejandro broke the quiet ride, a hand on the steering wheel. Turning your head to look at him. You didn’t expect him to just say that. What was he doing?

“Yep.” You’d respond back with your arms crossed over your chest. You could see his jaw clench at that confirmation. He cleared his throat, then again, silence. To be honest, the only reason you were with that recruit was to fill your torn open heart. This mission was going to be hard.

“I don’t want you talking to him. He’s new and needs to learn, not to be coddled.” Alejandro responded in his normally raspy voice. This made an eyebrow raise on your face once more. You were surprised. He wanted you to stay away from someone? Was he… jealous? No, no. If he was, he would’ve said something about it. Right?

“And if I don't?” You challenged his comment, you looked directly to the side of his face.

“Forget I said anything.” Alejandro said as his jaw and hand clenched as he brought his main focus back on the road. He seemed frustrated, consumed, even. What a strange interaction…

What seemed like forever, you finally arrived at where Andrea would be. The tension is so thick in the car, you’d need a knife to cut it. You stepped out, closing the door and heading in first. Alejandro follows in to go listen to Andrea. His suit is clean and sharp looking, a mask over his face to cover his identity.

When Alejandro walked in, he noticed that you were starting to walk backstage.. His eyes search the club over the flashing lights so he could slip in with other guards around Andrea. And he did just that, easily finding a way in, listening to what they were all discussing.

“Oh are you the new girl for the night?” A sweet voice from behind you rang. This girl was so beautiful. And she was in a revealing outfit. To be fair, it was a strip club. She gave a friendly smile and put a hand on your shoulder to guide you backstage to get pampered before heading on there.

A wave of embarrassment flushed over your face, hoping that Alejandro wouldn’t be in there to see you perform. As you took off the robe, you felt a cool breeze hit almost every surface of your delicate skin. A slight shudder escaped and goosebumps filled your body.

“Hey, be careful of the man up front. He’s been taking girls home. I heard it’s not a good experience.” The same girl you met earlier said in a hushed whisper. She seemed worrisome for your safety and any of the other girls.

“I.. don't really know how to perform.” You admitted as you looked yourself up and down your own body. The girl gave a reassuring smile as she stood behind you.

“Stick with what you think would be best. I promise no matter what, you’ll be a hoot.” You give a warm smile in response to her words. Then you walk to the stage and grab a pole, walking around it slowly with your hand on it. You looked to be in your prime, feeling confident, not caring what eyes were on you.

As soon as you touched the pole, Alejandro’s eyes never left your body, or your face. He was enchanted by the sight. How he missed touching your soft skin.

“Did you hear me?” Andrea said to Alejandro. He fluttered his eyes for a moment and cleared his. Alejandro’s eyes wandered throughout the club, his blood boiling when he noticed the dozens and dozens of perverted gazes on you.

“No, sorry. What was it you said?” Alejandro responded, whipping his head towards Andrea. He felt his throat run dry.

The music was loud, you couldn’t tell what they were discussing, but you knew it had to be intel. You wrap a leg around the pole, and swing your body around it gracefully. You were almost getting the hang of it.

“I’d like that girl.” Andrea said as he looked at you to Alejandro. This only made him more irate.

“I’d take her home, treat her like a princess. I bet her body would tremble under my touch.” Andrea would continue before leaning in his seat a little more forward to get a better look at you. Alejandro felt his chest get heavier as he tried to control himself. He didn’t want some man talking about you like some toy. Especially a man such as this.

“I’d want to put my hands all over her body.” Andrea said as he gripped his own knee.

“She’s taken.” Alejandro responded with a grit in his voice.

“What do you-” Before Andrea could respond, Alejandro already cut him off with a right hook to the side of his face. Panic spread through the cub as civilians started to pour out the building. Some cartel members filling in their places. Other girls left the stage, leaving you alone. You had to make a choice. Taking your heels off, you lunged off the stage and ran towards Alejandro and Andrea.

You keep Andrea pinned to the floor as Alejandro took out the cartel members easily with his weapon. Bullets flailed around the two of you as you took cover behind a flipped table. Returning to you, he placed handcuffs and zipties on Andrea, forcing him out of control. An audible grunt leaving his mouth.

Alejandro took off his suit jacket and placed over top your shoulders to cover you. He stares at you for a second and dismisses his feelings. He gets Andrea on his feet and drags him out of the club and into the car you’d take back. You followed behind Alejandro and got in the passenger seat while Andrea sat in the back.

Andrea seemed to mutter words towards you, slowly inching closer to you.

“Cállate.” Alejandro growled while he looked in the rearview mirror then back to the road. The engine roared with life when he turned the key. When you arrived back, two men from your unit escorted Andrea to a holding cell. Alejandro drove the car to the parking garage where the other cars for the base would be. Silence fell once more as he turned the key, killing the engine.

He looked like he wanted to say something. But he was hesitating. You turned your body in your seat towards him.

“Listen…” He began as he sighed and turned towards you, looking at his hands then up at you.

“Can we… talk?” He finished while looking at you. He’d fidget with his gloves. You nodded in response.

“I know you moved on and everything. But I miss you, mi amor.” Alejandro said with a type of airy whisper. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“But you ignore me, or don’t respond to me when I talk to you.” You said to him a whisper yourself, trying to figure it all out.

“That’s because I didn’t think you’d want to talk to me.”

“I think about you every night when I go to sleep. Every time I see you at work, every time I see you training. I think about our marriage and how we could’ve done things differently. I really do miss you, amor.” Alejandro admitted with a slight gleam in his eyes, hoping you’d reciprocate his feelings. In truth you did, you missed him. His scent, his voice, when the two of you would do everything together. But he wanted something different than you.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you for a family.” Alejandro continued as he placed a hand on your cheek. He knew just how to touch you to make your stomach do leaps.

“I.. miss you too. And… I shouldn't have thrown away your idea.” You coerced to him in a whisper as you looked up at him with your doe-eyes. He raised an eyebrow.

“And… I wouldn’t mind starting one, as long as I’m with you.” You continued. You missed him terribly. You wanted to be with him again. Wanting to make this relationship work once again. He’d give a small warm smile in response.

“Can’t wait, mi amor.” He responded. The jacket he gave you slipped off of your shoulders, revealing your skimpy outfit to him again. His eyes darted to your body, especially to your chest. A hotness spread over your face as you realized where his gaze went.

“Can I… Can I have you again?” He’d ask for your permission while his prying eyes wandered to each inch of your skin, then back up you for your response. A hand slithered on your waist. Your breath hitching in your throat. A nod in response was all he needed to push himself into the back seat, holding a hand out for you to take him. You take it, he pulls you towards him. For a base car, it was quite spacious back there.

He sits in the middle seat, eager to start with anything. You get on your knees, you back pressed against the back of the middle console of the car. You unzip his jeans and his cock whips out, twitching already. It has been hard since he saw you on the stage performing, he’s just been hiding it pretty well.

He looks down at you with desperation as your soft hands would lace themselves around him. Your soft fingers would circle around his tip, it was already leaking with precum. You stroked his shaft, he leaned his head back on the seat headrest.

“Mierda… I missed your hands.” Alejandro said in a husky tone as he looked back down at you. PLacing a hand on top of his thigh, you fasten the pace. His breaths become more ragged and hoarse. Putting your hand lower on his cock, your tongue found its way to his sensitive tip, earning a grunt from him.

It wasn’t long before your pretty lips wrapped around his cock and his hand was filled with your hair. He’d guide your pace, making sure to fuck your throat nice and deep. Pushing your head to frisk his cock in a way he remembered. You whined on his cock which only made him want to push you down with more force.

Tears began to prickle your eyes, your tongue swiveling around his sensitive skin. He was panting and groaning by the time like some wolf in heat. His pace quickened when his grip tightened around the roots of your hair. Mascara running down your face. He placed his free hand on your cheek, caressing the skin slightly as he looked down at you in a loving way.

“You’re so pretty like this.” Alejandro purred then wiped away some of your ruined make-up to the side of your face. Rolling his head back, Alejandro gave soft moans, continuing to guide your head at his pace. He was getting close.

Your whines and moans are muffled by his cock in your mouth, deepthroating you. In honesty, you missed how hard he’d fuck every hole in your body, a wet spot forming between the lace of your outfit, dribbling down your thighs.

One last push down of your head, he released his cum into your throat, some seeping out of the corner of your lips. He would stay like that for a little, trying to catch his breath before he slid himself out of your messy mouth.

“Swallow.” Alejandro told you, his finger resting under your chin. You did as you were told, swallowing his seed down your bruised throat.

Mixed with your drool and his cum, he pulled you into a kiss. Hands roaming on your body once more. He loved watching your make-up run, and he was going to make sure it wasn't the last of it for tonight.

Alejandro lifted you onto his lap so that you could straddle his hips, sitting on top of them. His rough and calloused fingers brushed around your skin again, exploring your waist. Gliding his fingers softly under your outfit just before taking the top portion of it off.

“I would’ve killed everyone in the club for staring at you.” Alejandro said in a seductive velvety tone as he looked to your eye level, his hands never leaving your body. Aas your top was now off, your chest was exposed to him. He let his warm mouth coddle your hardened nipple. His teeth make a small nibble to it, you whimper at the feeling and twitch to the pain. Swirling around your sensitive nipple, Alejandro already began to slip under your bottom portion to the side of your slick folds.

He could practically feel how wet he made you, the heat radiating off your damp pussy. How long has it been since you had him in you? Days, weeks, months. It drove you up a fucking wall if he were to ask you. You wanted to tell him how you thought of his destroying you from the inside out. To be manhandled.

Continuing to look up at you as he teased your chest, he slipped a finger into you, pumping it slightly while curling it. His fingers covered in your juices as you mewled to the feeling of both pain and pleasure. Alejandro gave the same attention to your other tit, his finger added another and stayed at a soft pace. He knew just where to touch you to become putty in his hands.

Occasionally, he’d reach up with his mouth to kiss you, his tongue finding a way to fight with yours. His free hand fell onto your waist, to keep you grounded on his lap. His cock would rest against your lower abdomen, twitching and pulsating against your skin.

“Please.” He took his mouth of your damp lips. “Please let me fuck you.”

Another nod left your body as you trembled. He took his fingers out of you and placed them in your mouth. You’d suck your own juices off while you looking at him. Taking them away after, both hands gripped onto your waist, lifting you up just above him. You put your hands on his shoulders.

Then you felt him splitting you open like he did before, months ago. You threw your head back when you felt your hips drop down on top of him. Adjusting to him again, your body started to move on their own. Pulling yourself up and down on top of him as little moans and sighs escaped your mouth. Alejandro grunted, his hands touching your tits again, cupping them.

You could feel his tip smother itself against your cervix, making your walls clench down on him even more. A trail of hot kisses placed on your neck before Alejandro grasped your hips and began to fuck up into you.

”Lo estás haciendo tan bien.” He whispered into your ear, his hips slamming into you. You’d wail and writhe on top of him, your head falling to his shoulder. Tears threatened to escape your eyes again while he fucked into your needy hole, tearing you apart. His groans become more frequent with each thrust into you, bruising your insides.

“Please–Alejandro, I can’t..”

“Words, mi amor. Use your words.” He replied with an airy breath. You couldn’t even get a proper sentence out with a moan interrupting it. Your eyes begging for release as his thrusts became more vigorous. He was balls deep into you and he wasn’t going to stop until you spoke to him in your pretty voice. Another round of tears expelled from your eyes, mascara trailing down your cheeks.

“I'm going to cum.” You finally managed to get out with a mewl behind it, your grip on his shoulder tightened. He had a cocky smirk as he looked at you, his sighs never wavering from his throat. Your eyelids began to slump, the knot in your lower stomach.

“Where do you want it?” Alejandro asked you as your walls tightened.

“Inside.” You responded in a plea, he gave a raised eyebrow, his hips never giving you a break. You nod in reassurance, giving you a smirk in return. He bit his bottom lip and gave a hoarse sigh. You came around his cock, moaning his name loudly, a few whispers as he let your orgasm ride out.

With a few more rigged thrusts, he stuffed his cock deep in you, filling you up. An exhausted growl escaped his lips as he looked down at your trembling body. His cock still twitching within you. Alejandro made sure to stay with you like this with him buried within you, making sure to breed you. Seed would seep out of your messy cunt, leaking between your thighs. His grip on your waist lightened while looking at you with a satisfied smirk.

“You’re not going to leave me again, are you Mi Amor?”

“Never again.”

#cod mw2 #mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod #smut #los vaqueros #18+ content #cod modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare x reader #alejandro mw2 #light angst

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lolahasmoxie · 7 months

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Take a Trip - E.M.

I saw this AMAZING post from @shieldofiron and I had to do it.

P.S. I'm high right now. Rock on.

Pairing - Eddie Munson x Teacher reader

Warnings - drugs, casual intimacy, Eddie being a dumbass.

"Eddie, I'm home!" You didn't look inside your home as you removed your shoes at the door. Hanging up your coat, you turn your head when you hear socked feet quickly approaching.

"Hi, Baby, how was your day?"

"Not bad," you reply as Eddie dips to kiss your lips. "The kids were pretty good today, but I am so glad it's Friday, and I get you to myself for two whole days."

"Same," he replies with a dopey grin. He'd been pulling extra hours this week so that you could have an interrupted weekend.

"So, where are we going for date night tonight?" you ask as you walk past Eddie. "You never told me what we were doing for your pick?"

"Yeah," he replies shamefully, a hand rubbing his neck as he tries to catch up with you. "I don't think we'll be going anywhere tonight."

"What do you mean?" you ask, and stop dead when you spot Wayne sitting on the couch. He's staring at the TV, a bright cartoon playing as he smiles and laughs to himself. "Edward, what the fuck did you do?" you whispered, still loud enough that you caught the older man's attention.

"Y/N!" he says happily, and before you can say anything, Wayne rises from the couch and speed walks up to you. He wraps you up in a hug, and Eddie watches the whole spectacle with a bemused yet guilty look.

"Hi, Wayne," you begin. "Everything okay?"

"Haven't felt this good in years. Eddie made some homemade brownies; I didn't know he was so good in the kitchen, did you?" You sigh as your brain deduces what is happening. You glance over at your man, who now looks simply guilty.

"He is a whiz; in fact, I need to talk to the chef in the kitchen. Why don't you go back to your show?" Wayne nods, and when he's back on the sofa, you grab Eddie's hand and drag him into your kitchen.

"Now, before you say anything,"

"How much did he take, Eddie?" Eddie looked you in the eye as he mumbled an answer under his breath. "Loud enough for normal people to hear, dingus."

"Half a pan."

"HALF A PAN!" you say, shocked. Edward quickly shushes you as you rub a hand down your face. "Jesus H. Christ....you know we haven't been on a date in two weeks?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And that I was really looking forward to spending some alone time with you because I fucking miss you?" Eddie nods as he hangs his head. You let out a sigh as you assess the situation. "You know you owe me big, right?"

"One step ahead of you," he says with a boyish grin as he deems it safe to approach you. "I have a table at Enzo's tomorrow night, and the Hawk is showing your favorite movie, so I figured we could check it out after."

"Good save," you reply, and Eddie grins as he leans in to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in. "Make sure to label your shit next time, Dr. Feelgood?" Eddie chuckles before he presses his forehead to yours.

"Yes, ma'am. And I can start making it up to you tonight if you'd like?" You pull back and study his face, waiting for him to continue. "Why don't you have a piece of brownie while I go upstairs and draw you a bath. Then, after Wayne has passed out, I will give you 35 uninterrupted minutes of oral sex."

His eyes are eager, eyebrows raised as you contemplate his offer. Those pretty chocolate orbs are laser-focused as you pretend to have an internal debate. "Make it 45, and we have a deal."

"Wow, twist my arm, why don't you," he says with fake annoyance. "I will do this for you; it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." He makes a vigilant face, and you can't help but laugh at him. You pull him in and press your lips to his to allay his pride when he starts to pout, and deep down, you hope that this feeling you have with him never goes away.

"Now, my Lady," he begins with his Dungeon Master voice. "You grab a brownie, and I'll set up your bath." There's a quick peck to your lips, and your sweet boy is heading to your bathroom. You cut a piece of brownie and pop it in your mouth, smiling when you realize Wayne's assessment was correct. This brownie is fucking delicious.

As you take another bite, you hear Waye guffawing at something that happened on the TV. You turn your head when you hear Eddie come back into the kitchen. He bows and makes a sweeping gesture to the hallway. "My Lady, your bath awaits."

You kiss him on the cheek when you're in front of him, but Wayne's laugh stops you both before you can say anything.

"At least he's having a good time." Eddie offers, and you put a hand on his shoulder and shake your head.

"You realize he is going to murder you tomorrow, right?"

"It's Wayne; he wouldn't harm a fly," Eddie says with surety. "And if I'm wearing my running shoes in the morning, it's for a totally unrelated matter."

"Sure it is," you chuckle. "Now, you go babysit your Uncle, I’m gonna take a relaxing bath. Naked. While touching myself. Have fun!"

"Evil, EVIL woman," he mutters under his breath before he heads to keep an eye on his Uncle.

BONUS:

The next morning:

"Hey, Wayne. How are you..."

"Boy, if there isn't a mug of coffee in front of me in 5 seconds, I'm putting your ass up for adoption."

"Wayne, I'm 25."

"4, 3...."

"Coffee, got it."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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can you write something about maggie green literally anything i’m scraping penny’s to find anything about her on this app 😭

༉‧₊˚. 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

― pairings: maggie greene x fem plus size!reader

― era: season 2

― summary: when you're forced to take glenn's place for the medication run, you get more than what you've bargained for at the hands of the farmer's daughter.

― warnings: kissing, making out, stripping, oral sex, come eating, come swallowing, dirty talk, maggie's dirty mouth, dom maggie greene, dom/sub undertones, tribbing, implied tribbing, implied scissoring.

― wc: 1704

⋆ a/n: you basically take glenn's place in the episode 'cherokee rose'! some twd fans may find the banter leading up to the smut familiar seeing as though they are glenn's lines as he is caught guilty with a box of condoms, so what i have to say for that is i do not own the idea for the dialogue, and it is not my original idea, it is completely trademarked and copyrighted to AMC™ and TWD™ Writers! the only part of this fic that i own is the smut as well as the head-canon for bisexual maggie greene! i feel the same! and that's exactly why i write for her! so, thank you for giving me the excuse to write another smut ;]

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Your people had just settled on Hershel's land, you couldn't be having a crush on the poor man's daughter. You shamefully admit that you had been avoiding her, whenever she would come to talk to Rick or anyone really, you would move away, lying about needing to do something in order to escape the guilt as your eyes trailed straight down to her sweaty and sun kissed chest, her cleavage luring you in like a inescapable spell. There was no escaping now, not when you were forced to go into town with the woman to retrieve medication.

The ride to the pharmacy was silent, the only thing you could hear was the sounds of the horses' hooves hitting the pavement.

"You alright?" You asked awkwardly. "I'm fine." She responded without looking back at you. "I saw the look on your face back at the well. 'Never seen one killed up close before?" You asked curiously. She didn't answer you, guiding her horse in front of you. "'Guess it's kind of a shock." Yet again, you received no response from her. "You know, being out on the road, we've seen a lot." You mood dampened, "'Guess we've gotten a little numb to it." You admitted.

"Woah. I guess so." Was all she said.

You both approached the pharmacy, the two of you looking at the 'Take what you need and God bless' sign sitting in the front window. You spared a look at her, the woman taking the initiative to enter the store ahead of you. Once you both had entered, she turned around to look at you. "I'll go see what antibiotics are left," She spoke simply, "What else is on the list?"

"Uh.." You stuttered, reaching into the back pocket of your jeans to retrieve the piece of folded up paper. "Why don't you get started?" You said while handing her the sheet. "What about you?" She asked. "Um.. I'm gonna look around, see what's worth grabbing. Just some general stuff." She didn't bother to answer you back, leaving you to your own devices as you walked into the 'Feminine Hygiene' isle. You felt a bit guilty as you looked for what Lori had sent you for, throwing a glance from over your shoulder before you bent down to conduct your search.

You picked up a bottle and a box before putting them back down fruitlessly. Your eyes finally landed on the pregnancy test as you looked at it in disbelief.

"What do you got?"

You scrambled to shove the box in your bag as you stumbled to give her an answer.

"Uh.. um.. nothing." You said unsurely, "Just, like I said, general stuff." You hadn't noticed what you picked up before she asked, "Condoms?" With an amused smile on her face. You gasped in embarrassment. "You got a boyfriend I don't know about?" She asked with a grin. "Me? No. No." You denied while shaking your head, butterflies twisting in your gut as her eyes landed back down on the box. "Then you're a pretty confident girl then."

"No." Was all you could say. "No no no. I- I- I- wasn't— I would never—" She cut off your nervous rambling. "'Something wrong with me?" You were quick to say, "No." You shook your head, "No, I—" You threw a hand up and chuckled nervously as you tried to think of a response. "I would never have sex—" Realizing how dumb that sounded, you gave up. "Uh, I'm- I'm lost." You said with your eyes shut in shame, a shake in your head as your hand gripped the box once more.

You opened your eyes, waiting for her response anxiously, but the response that she had given you was not one that you would have expected.

"I'll have sex with you." You stared at her in disbelief, not only because you were caught of guard, but you also didn't know she swung that way. "Really?" Was all you could say. "Why?" You added. "You're asking questions?" She asked innocently, proof that she was truly entertained by this whole situation.

"Okay, I can't help wondering." You said plainly, desperately trying to hide how confused but excited you were. "It's not like our options are vast these days." She said as she took off her bag, letting it fall to the floor. She set how cowgirl hat on top of it, running a hand through her hair as she moved closer to you. She looked in your eyes for reassurance before placing a kiss on your lips, your eyes falling shut despite your hesitancy.

You kissed her back, and as you separated, she said, "And you're not the only one that's lonely." The tension was thick between the two of you as you watched her strip off her shirt, her flat stomach and plain white bra being revealed to you. She never broke eye contact with you as she removed her bra, your eyes falling to her gorgeous breasts. It seems as though you would continue to be rendered speechless as a, "Wow." Fell from between your lips. She smiled as she waited for you to do the same, those same butterflies twisting in your stomach as you tugged off your own shirt as well.

Her eyes fell to your torso before raising to your face again, the sight of you bare in front of her causing her to advance towards you slowly, her hand falling on your naked shoulder as you cupped the side of her cheek, your lips joining together as you kissed.

"I didn't know you liked girls." You spoke between kisses. "Oh, honey, you don't know me." She said as she chuckled darkly. Arousal pooled in your underwear as her hands trailed down, landing on the band of your jeans as your stomach sunk in due to a deep breath you had taken, her fingertips tantalizing as they finally landed on the button.

"You gonna be a good girl and take yer bra off for me?" You didn't need to be told twice as you reached behind you, unclipping the useless item and undergarment falling to the floor. "You're so pretty." You heard her say as she fell to her knees, tugging your pants down along with her. "Thank you.." You said shyly. She smirked to herself as your jeans and underwear pooled around your ankles. "Step out of 'em and lay down." She helped to tug them over your feet, putting them right next to her bag that she had put on the floor.

You tried your best to get comfortable as the cold tile flooring touched your bare back.

"Here," She said, balling up your clothes in her hands and putting them under your head. "Is that better?" You nodded silently. She stripped off her own bottoms, kicking them to the side before straddling your hips, hands placed on either side of your face as she kissed you again. The makeout session was lazy, sloppy even as she devoured your mouth, completely dominating the encounter as you moaned quietly when her hand fondled one of your breasts, fingers pinching your nipple.

"I've wanted you so bad," She murmured against your lips. "Since the first time I saw you with yer people." She kissed down your neck, only marking you in areas that she knew no one would see them, which was your chest, down your sternum, to your soft belly that she would find herself so easily falling in love with.

It was no lie that Maggie Greene had experimented with other girls, hell, she was the type of girl that just wanted to smoke and shoplift, so who was to say she hadn't gone down on another woman? She had only been with men leading up to the fall of the world. It had been a long time since another woman had caught her attention the way that you did, completely reclused, and closed off as you stuck to conversing with your friends, trying to make your presence as minimal as possible whenever any of Maggie's family had shown up around you all.

She must admit that you had made her work for it, with the way she caught your perverted gaze to where she stared at you with all the same lust.

"I've wanted you too, I was just— ah!" You cried out as she bit into your inner thigh, licking over the hickey she had left behind. "I was just shy." You heaved out, your chest rising and falling. "There was no need ta be shy, I don' bite." You raised your eyebrow at the shit eating grin on her face, the words that left her mouth clearly a lie seeing as though you had gotten in a fight with a hive of bees. "Mhm.. I'm sure." You giggled, your head falling back onto your makeshift pillow. Her hot breath caressed your heated skin, spread legs trembling as she blew cold air against your soaked labia.

She had finally licked a stripe through your folds, a whimper falling from your lips as the tip of her tongue nudged at your clit.

You wouldn't have expected her to be so good at giving oral, her muscle dipping in and out of your clenching hole, your fingers buried in her short brown hair as your back arched.

"Maggie! 's so— 's so good!" You whined, grinding your hips against her face. "'M gonna make you come, pretty girl, then 'm gonna ride this cute, soaked pussy." Her lower chin was soaked with your juices as she edged you closer to your orgasm. You gripped at the material behind your head, the other hand tugging at her mixed locs.

Her dirty talk was driving you insane as you crashed, her mouth unrelenting as you spasmed against the ground.

As you came down, she pulled off of you, wiping your release off with the back of her hand as she kept that same smirk on her face.

"You okay ta keep goin'?" She asked you, voice full of care as she wiped a piece of sweat off of your brow.

"Yeah, I'm great." You breathed with a smile, spreading your legs wider she she could fit herself in between them.

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FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl - Part 20

WARNINGS: none

Throughout the day, even when they're not around, all you can think about are the twins. Memories of your most recent times spent with them cloud your mind. This is the first time you've ever struggled to focus in your classes and on your work. You really do try, but your thoughts always eventually drift off toward Fred and George.

While in his class, Snape notices that you are distracted. You startle when his voice sounds from right behind you.

"Miss y/l/n."

You slowly turn in your seat to face him with a smile. "Greetings, Professor," you chuckle gingerly. The corner of Snape's permanent frown twitches. You can't tell if he's amused or irritated.

"Staring at the cauldron isn't going to do you any good," he sniffs. A couple desks to your right, Malfoy snickers. Snape shoots him a glare, and Malfoy goes silent. Now you want to laugh, but control yourself as Snape turns to face you once again. "I want this potion finished by the end of class. I know you can do it."

You sigh quietly after Snape walks away. You make eye contact with Malfoy, who gives you a smug grin and nods at his own cauldron that has blue mist wafting out of it. He's halfway done with the potion. Though you haven't even started yours, you take it as a challenge and quickly get to work. Malfoy realizes what you're doing and also begins to rush, trying to be the one to finish first.

It isn't long before you easily beat Malfoy in the race, despite his head start on you. Before you can start celebrating, Professor Umbridge enters the room. The entire class, including Snape, freezes.

Snape's eyes dart down to the clipboard in Umbridge's hand. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asks her, though he appears far from pleased.

"Oh, don't worry about me! I'll only be a few minutes," she replies too happily. "I'm here for a class inspection." Before Snape can react, Umbridge starts to walk around the room.

She gives her attention to the students' potion brewing. She walks between the rows of desks, peering into cauldrons as she passes by. She comes to a halt by Malfoy's desk.

Malfoy had not only failed to beat you in your unspoken race, but also, in his hurry, destroyed his potion entirely. Even from where you're sitting, you can see a strange, black concoction threatening to bubble over the brim of Malfoy's cauldron. Umbridge leans over it, then grimaces and plugs her nose, hastily taking a step back. Once she's a safe distance away, she scribbles something down on her clipboard.

You look over at Snape. He's staring down Malfoy with a murderous rage in his eyes. Malfoy shamefully sinks low in his chair. You start to smile, but stop when Umbridge approaches your desk. She seems to admire the shimmering, purple liquid in your cauldron.

"Professor, what have you instructed these children to brew?" Umbridge asks without looking up from your cauldron. You don't appreciate being called a child, but manage to keep your mouth shut.

"Common cold serum," Snape answers, still standing in the same place he was when Umbridge walked in. "Madam Pomfrey requested that we prepare more before the winter."

Umbridge nods and writes again on her clipboard. "Well, you've got at least one batch," she says. She gives Snape a sappy smile. "Good day to you, Professor."

Snape merely nods once in response. And with that, Umbridge exits the room.

The whole class immediately seems to relax. Even Snape exhales sharply as if he'd been holding his breath. He shuffles toward the front of the room.

"Malfoy," he says, sitting down behind his desk. Malfoy stiffens fearfully. "Detention in my classroom tonight. You will be packaging y/l/n's serum for the infirmary, and attempting to scrub the mess you made out of my cauldron. If you do not succeed, you will buy me a new cauldron."

Malfoy's shoulders slump forward in dismay, and you cup your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing out loud. Your smile disappears when Snape looks at you, but he's not upset. If anything, his expression is almost thankful. Almost. He's frowning just a little bit less, his brow less furrowed.

"And ten points to Slytherin," Snape finishes. He doesn't have to say why.

Malfoy scowls at you, and you return the smug grin he'd given you earlier.

After Snape's class, you're in a good mood. It's lunch time, so you head on up to the Great Hall. You are the first of your friend group to arrive, so you sit down by yourself and start eating.

Students file in through the Great Hall's large doors, but none of them are Fred or George. You notice Harry, Ron, and Hermione are also absent, and you begin to wonder if your missing out on something when Fred and George stumble into the room.

"Y/n!" they both pant, rushing over to you.

"Yes?" you reply in concern through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"We've got to go!" says George. He lifts your bag and swiftly swings it over his shoulder.

You swallow thickly. "What? Why?"

Fred grabs your arm. "They'll be starting soon," says Fred.

"Who... What's starting?"

George grabs your other arm, and together the twins hoist you up out of your seat. You land unsteadily on your feet, but Fred and George hold you up. They start walking, practically carrying you along.

You squirm in their grasp. "Hey! You know I don't like being manhandled!"

Once you're outside of the Great Hall doors, the twins set you down. You notice a new educational decree on the wall, but don't get a chance to read it. Fred and George each take one of your hands into their own and gently encourage you to walk with them.

"Sorry about that," Fred apologizes.

"Yeah," says George. "Your size just makes it so easy." He chuckles.

You laugh. "No, I'm not small. You two are big."

"We used to do that sort of thing with Ginny... until she bit George on the arm for trying to pick her up," says Fred.

You gasp.

"She did warn me," George chuckles guiltily.

"She's like a feisty little dog!" you laugh.

"That's what we always say!" the twins exclaim together. The three of you laugh.

Fred and George pull you along through three hallways, two doors, and up one flight of stairs. It feels so nice to walk hand in hand with them both that you forgot you don't know where you're going.

"So, um, what is it that I'm sacrificing my lunchtime for?"

George laughs. "Oh, yeah..."

Fred leans in close to your ear. "The D.A.," he whispers. You look around for whomever he's trying to keep this information from, but the current hallway you're in is empty.

"D..." Realization hits you. "Oh...!" Dumbledore's Army. "Why didn't anyone tell me this was happening?"

"We didn't know about it either," says George. "Until Neville told us during our last class."

"Well, where is our first session being held?"

"In the Room of Requirement," Fred answers.

There's a moment of pause as you wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn't. "And... What is that?"

"It's a magically hidden room that changes according to whatever it is you may require," says Fred.

"This better not be like your 'I-Miss-You' box," you snort.

"No, no. This is for real," George assures you.

"So was the box!" Fred chuckles.

Before you can react, the twins come to a halt at the same time in front of a blank wall. You expected something similar to the common room entrances with a painting guarding the room, but there's nothing but cold, hard stone.

Then, right before your unbelieving eyes, a black, metallic door materializes inside the wall. You gasp in astonishment, and the twins smile.

Fred opens the door with one hand, still holding onto yours with the other, and guides you through the doorway with George following close behind you.

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