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spiderlyla · 9 months

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Crave — Miguel O'Hara

summary: now, who brought in that aphrodisiac and left it unattended?

tags: alchemax scientist!fem!reader × miguel o'hara

warnings: miguel & reader are both under the effects of an aphrodisiac (verbal consent is there of course!), biting, oral sex, extreme smut, counter-top sex.

a.n: ah!! so so sorry for not posting anything. got a huge writer's block and was really busy these past couple of days. hope you guys enjoy this <3

taglist: @mamu-writes , @general-dweebous , @beezblep @tkays21 , @spicysleepysloth , @saturnringzzz , @crazy-ravioli , @nanamisleftnipple , @boringpersonality , @theawkwardpedestrian , @amirohara , @doggydale , @quiaipia, @s0fia4 , @ilovefanfictionsm , @boraward

miguel liked the night shift. he liked the serene calm it came with. the labs that once bustled with life completely empty, obnoxious co-workers long gone. he liked being the only one in the halls, he liked being able to conduct his research on the theory of the the multiverse without having prying eyes constantly following his every move.

he also liked the night shift because he knew full well you'd also be there.

you never got any of your research done in the morning, far too busy with paperwork and doing some of your incompetent co-worker's jobs for them. he'd listen to you complain during lunch that you will never get that promotion if you didn't focus on your own work, so he suggested you stay after-hours like him if you had the energy to. since then, he sees you around the labs during the night shift.

almost all the scientists work during the earlier shift, so you had every single lab to yourself, but the only problem with that is you had to clean up the accumulated mess from the morning. your co-workers were inconsiderate, messy and only cared about results, and for the most part, they leave alot of chemicals and exposed samples for anyone to stumble upon. it was quite upsetting how many members of the cleaning crew were lost due to their carelessness, so you took it upon yourself to never let any accidents happen again.

miguel knew about your little habit and often came to help you. he thought it was sweet, how considerate and kind you are, fussing over the safety of others when most did not.

after he was done with his research—or rather, after he got stumped and the coffee was not doing anything to make his brain function anymore— he made his way to your lab. you worked in the biology department, just a few floors down from his own. he made his way downstairs, and into the only lab lit by those pesky florescent lights. he knocked first, as not to startle you, then stepped inside.

it seemed like you also had finished your research, because the place was tidied up. vials of different chemicals labeled and put on a high shelf (making him wonder if you had to stand on the counter just to reach it, usually he helped get everything on the shelves), samples of various anatomical parts all closed shut and put to the side, tools tucked neatly inside the drawers. you've done it all, yet you hadn't gone home yet.

"done cleaning up already?" his voice echoes through the room, but you do not react to it. odd, he thought. you've been standing at the counter at the very front of the room, seemingly staring at something. you were bending down just slightly over the counter, hands on the edge of the marble surface. you were not moving and he could not see your face. concerned, miguel moved a few steps forward. "are you okay? did you hurt yourself?" the more he stepped closer, the more he realised that you weren't exactly still, you were shaking. he picked up his pace, eyebrows furrowed. "hey, hey, I'm here—"

"miguel—" your voice stops him. it wasn't hoarse, but rather strained. his name rolled off your tounge like honey, followed by a quiet moan. "d‐don't come any closer, okay?" he didn't listen, too stubborn and too worried to heed your words. he moved in beside you, finally spotting what's on the counter.

it is a jar, or rather, was a jar. he spotted the glass shards shards sitting in a neat pile by the edge of the counter. a pink liquid covered the entire surface, with a singular flower laying in the middle of the table.

it smelled good. maybe to you it didn't smell like anything, but to him, it smelled sweet. the arouma filled his nostrils, fogging up his brain a little. "are you hurt? did one of those shards get in your hands?" you shook your head. he put one hand on the counter, accidently touching the liquid. He moved to wipe it on his lab coat, only to realise his skin had absorbed it. The other hand moved to rest on your back. you flinched at his touch, something you've never done before, taking a few steps back.

confused, he moved with you. "what's wrong?" you shook your head again. under the fluorescent lights, he could see your cheeks flushed with colour, your eyes shut tight. "talk to me. what's that—"

"you should leave—please!"

"I won't leave without—"

he choked up on his own words, an odd sensation filling his body. something formed in his core, an unexplainable heat begging to be put out. his muscles tensed up, he could feel his cock hardening and twitching underneath the fabric of his trousers, throbbing against his underwear. his hands clutched the edge of the counter, and though his brain was fogging up, he knew full well what was happening.

"it's an aphrodisiac." he stated, gaining no response from you. "how long have you been trying to clean this up?"

"a few minutes–" you shuddered, hands wrapping around yourself. unlike him, you felt cold, extremely so. "–I touched that liquid a few times.."

"meirda.." he cussed, it felt a bit painful now. he looked up at you, you couldn't even stand up straight. poor baby, if he could just—

"you touched it too.." this was the first time you've met his eyes since he entered. pupils dilated, eyelids heavy with lust. the realisation must've switched something inside of you, or maybe it was the prolonged exposure to this goddamn material, but your energy had shifted completely. "i've—i've read that this only goes away if–"

"I know." he knew he could handle it by himself, this wasn't his first experience with something like this, but he knew full well you couldn't. you wouldn't even be able to get home in this state. you took a few steps towards him, the scent of your body dizzying him. "do you...want to?"

of course he wanted to. he wanted to for a while now, but he never wanted it to go like this. he wanted to take you out first, a few times, maybe even ask you to be together before you could do anything like what you were suggesting. he wanted you, yes, but he wanted you to give yourself to him because you are fully aware of it, not because of an aphrodisiac. "doesn't matter. if it'll help you, i'll do it. do you want to?"

you silently nod, cheeks flushed a darker colour than before. miguel moves towards you, until he has your back pressed up against the cold counter. his hand finds your cheek, the proximity of your bodies warming up your chilly body, while calming down the heat radiating off of him.

miguel's lips brush against yours, but you're impatient. you wrap your arms around his neck and throw yourself at him, capturing him in a desperate kiss. that was enough for him to let go of any rationality he had left.

his big hands work on the front of your blouse, never daring to break the kiss. in a minute, the fabric is thrown off somewhere in the lab, and you were on the counter, legs spread open. he pulled away and you whined at the loss of contact, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. "Paciencia, hermosa," He dips into the crook of your neck, fangs protruding and grazing against the tender skin. the smell of your skin smells more addicting than any aphrodisiac. "i'm not going anywhere." he sinks his teeth into your sweet spot, and you let out a loud moan, hands fumbling with the buttons on his button up. "m-miguel, please—"

"i'll take care of you, don't worry." he pushs your trembling hands off of him, and takes off his shirt, throwing it beside your own. your hands quickly wrap around his shoulders, and your legs wrap around his bare waist. a guttural groan escaped his lips as he caught yours in another breathy kiss. your skin felt soothing, extinguishing that extreme heat from his body. he couldn't stop biting you, hearing those sweet moans and dirty cuss words come out of your pretty mouth only motivated him furthur. your hands felt brilliant tangeled up in his hair, the occasional tugs making him bite down on your skin a little more, making sure to leave a mark. he slipped your bra off of you, one hand fondling your tender breast, squeezing and teasing your sensitive nipples. when you let out an approving noise, he grins, proud. "you like that, mi sol?"

before you could answer, his talons rip your skirt right off, and despite your haze you let out a squeal. the sweet smell of you fills his nostrils, that throbbing between his legs becoming unbearably painful. his lips part with your chest, and instead, you find him peppering kisses all over your abdomen, hands wrapping around the fabric of your soaked underwear. he pulls it down, and instantly lets out a grunt. "pobrecita, how long have you been waiting for me to come?" he runs one of his thick fingers between your folds, collecting your slick. "a-a while—" he goes to taste, but you grab his hand and suck on his finger.

he almost creamed his pants like a teenager right then and there.

"fuck, you greedy little thing," he pulls his fingers out and kneels down infront of you, tip of his nose brushing against your swollen clit. "you smell good, so good." his tounge laps at your heat and you scream his name out. his hands knead the plush skin of your thighs while keeping you still, as he continued to eat you out like a man in drought. everytime his nose bumped against your clit, you'd arch your back and moan his name in broken fragments. "you're so sweet, i can't get enough, queirda."

"ah, mig, please, m'close." He stands up when your legs begin trembling and a few tears form in your eyes. he kisses them away, "ah, ah, not so fast, nena." you feel something heavy on your abdomen, and your eyes flutter open. his cock is resting on your stomach, long and thick, the tip an angry shade of red. your walls clench.

your eyes meet his crimson ones, "please, miggy." the little nickname you once used to tease him, sounded much better to his liking when he had you like this. "please what?" he wanted to hear it, more than anything. "i-i need you, please, miggy—" he silences you almost immediately, putting the tip in while pressing his lips against yours.

muffled noises come of your mouth and spill into his, the stretch felt so incredible that you almost passed out. his girth filled you up and he wasn't even all the way in. "nngh, too big—"

"you'll take it." his voice is hoarse and he groans everytime your walls clench around him. he pushs inside you, all the way in and stays still. sweat forms at his forehead as he tries his best not to ram into you all of a sudden. "good girl, see?" his praise makes you nod, and without any warnings, he moves. he was slow and careful at first, watching his tip buldge your stomach everytime he thrusted. your walls felt warm and plush around him, greedily squeezing him out. he picks up the pace, rutting into you as his mind fogs up. "such," your screams of pleasure are like music to his ear, "a pretty," his name sounds gorgeous when it falls off your lips, he didn't know how much he'll enjoy hearing it like this, "little thing, taking me so well."

his thursts become sloppier, your grip on his hair sends shockwaves of painful pleasure down his entire body. "mm–miguel—miguel!" the sounds of your intertwined bodies, the smell of sex and that obnoxiously sweet arouma that lingered from the aphrodisiac drove him feral. he pushed deeper and deeper, hitting your g-spot over and over again. your insides clenched around him, "m'mclose, mig—"

"that's it, thaaat's it, pretty girl." the praise edged you over, and you let out a final string of moans as you came all over his cock. he continued to thrust harder and harder into you, and pulled out just in time, painting your stomach and chest white. that heat in his body finally evaporated, as he set his head on your shoulder, the two of you panting heavily.

your body is still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm, so he holds you. he could tell the effects of the aphrodisiac were completely wearing off, because the worry of your reaction to what just happened began to settle in. you turn your head towards him, eyes cloudy but all the more alluring. in his opinion, you never looked more beautiful.

"hey." you sound embaressed, "that...was.."

"intense." He completes, looking at the mess he left on your body. hundreds of love bites all over your entire body, puncture wounds on your shoulder blades, neck, and your inner thighs. you laugh, and he smiles, "I was going to say unsanitary."

"Oh, that too." He chuckles, "I'll clean it up, don't worry."

"I think that's enough cleaning up for us." you try to sit up, but you're still too weak to move. miguel helps you up, hand supporting your back. when he tries to move away, you stop him, putting a hand on his cheek, and pressing your lips against his plump ones. this kiss is different. it's geniune, not hungry, not desperate, but sweet, truthful.

tender.

he doesn't move away, kissing you back until you move away. you set your head on his forehead, spending a moment in calm silence. then, he speaks.

"do you want to grab dinner?" the question evokes a breathy laugh out of you, and you nod. "but I don't think I can go anywhere looking like this. what about takeout? your place?"

he nods.

"takeout, my place."

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sraksha · 1 year

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LU art request - Hyrule and Wind causing hyjinks-type trouble.

What if Hyrule caused mischief by himself, maybe to get back at Wind for an earlier prank or something

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu wind #art request #sraksha's art #i've been sitting on this for so long #then i thought about fairy hyrule #and went with that #so sorry for the wait

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madisonbeersource · 1 year

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Madison Beer Reveals Her First Everything! | Teen Vogue

#mbeergifs #mbeeredit #dailywomen #thequeensofbeauty #flawlessbeautyqueens #glamoroussource #madison beer #madisonbeeredit #gif*#i thought it was an old interview i've giffed already qsdfgfds #so sorry for the wait #2022 #interview

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askdarkpinky · 2 years

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#ask dark pinky #ask blog #dark pinky #pinky and the brain #patb #why am I still awake #holy crap this took forever and this isn't even all of it #he will be answering more asks in the next few updates #so sorry for the wait #animaniacs

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leviathism · 2 years

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My friends and I made plans and I got all ready just for them to cancel last minute... So now I'm all dressed up and sad; can I pleaseee~ a comfort with Mammon, Asmo, and Beel? Have a good day and take care of yourself 🌻🌻

Mammon takes you off to do something else. Something even more fun than whatever you were planning to do. He waves his wallet around, bragging about how he saved up a lot of Grimm just for you.

Even if it physically pains him, hand shaking as he pays the needed coins, he does it for you anyways. Whatever you want, you will get.

Asmodeus takes you out anyways. So what if you don’t have your friends? You have him. Whatever you were going to do, he has it covered. Pedicures, restaurants, shopping, skiing, whatever it is, he’ll do it with you instead.

Even if it’s something he dislikes, he’ll play along to cheer you up. Otherwise, he’d be complaining and fluttering his eyelashes

Beelzebub offers activities to do at home instead. He lists of a bunch he knows from the top of his head, trying to distract you from your bad mood.

He had demonic monopoly, in which the community chests had actual curses, or you could also eat. He lingers more on the eating part, staring at you expectantly. Don’t worry, his feelings won’t be hurt if you don’t want to eat instead.

#so sorry for the wait #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me fluff #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x y/n #obey me #mammon x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x gender neutral reader #beelzebub x you #beelzebub x reader #mammon x gender neutral reader #mammon x you #mammon fluff #obey me headcannons #obey me headcanons

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here-2suffer · 1 year

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Okay guys, happy MerMay! I'm still not done with chapter 4, but I am trying to finish it this month. Though for now, have chapter 3! @total-fandom-tr45h @kattramen I'll tag you here so you don't have to go searching. Without further ado, I present to you...

Fish Tales Chapter 3

The wind was howling, the skies were a dark gray. Heavy rain poured down and lightning struck, leaving the terrifying thunder to rumble as the winds grew stronger and stronger. Ships travelling the seas that were unfortunate enough to encounter this dreadful storm went down like a stone rolling down a steep hill, being torn apart by the unforgiving waves and spilling all its contents.

The merpeople swam hurriedly to find and guide others to shelter, only hoping that their homes were strong enough to withstand such a storm. There was yelling, screaming, and panic everywhere. It was utter chaos.

The children were rushed inside first, then the seniors and adults. The children’s cries were blocked by the deafening thunder. The adults tried their best to calm the children, some still out and looking for shelter.

As you tried to gather all the children still scattered outside, the storm kept getting worse. Just when you thought you finally got all the children safe inside, you hear a scream outside. You whip your head back to see a child trapped under the wall of a broken house.

The currents grow stronger, you have to act quick. As you dash towards the injured child, you feel a pit growing in your stomach as you realize that it might be too late for both of you to get into the shelter.

The child crawls out from under the roof you lifted, and you instantly drop it and grab the child. You can feel yourself being swayed by the rapid currents as you dash through, as you try to make sure that at least the child gets there safely. You start to lose balance, you’re not going to make it, you’re not going to make it, you’re not going to make it.

You muster up all the strength you can to push the child to the shelter. The last thing you see is the child being caught in someone’s arms, you hear voices yell your name as you’re swept away by the storm, drifting farther and farther from the only place you’ve ever known.

There are shipwrecks nearby, some boats still getting shredded mercilessly as their contents spill out into the ocean. As the waves roughly rock you back and forth, a net comes flying at you and you end up getting tangled in it. You try to pull it off you, but with the rough waves combatting you, it only gets worse. It tears into your skin and tail, even cutting off and bending some fins, you can feel it cut into you like some of those sharp glass pieces that get dropped into the sea.

Tears prick your eyes as the pain becomes almost unbearable, but you keep fighting. You fight for what seems to be an eternity, fighting until you can’t fight anymore. You let the currents carry you into calmer seas, the water around you mixes with your blood, your visions blurs.

You swim around, trying to find somewhere to rest after the event. The net slowly peels off of you, revealing the scars from your struggle. You see something in the distance. A big shadow that looks like...

A rock!

You dart towards the shadow, hoping that there are other merpeople up there willing to help you. You try to call for help, crying out to the large shadow as your vision blurs even more, the corners of your vision fading into black.

Though your cries seem to have gotten the attention of whoever was up there because they throw something off to the side, a rope splashes into the water. You grab onto the rope, and you feel yourself being pulled up.

You’re finally safe.

You can feel yourself getting unconscious, you can’t fight it anymore. You close your eyes and feel some arms grab you before you’re set down on a rough surface. You don’t think this is how rocks typically feel, but you can’t confirm or deny that as you quickly slip into unconsciousness.

The last thing you hear are two voices filled with surprise and worry.

#so sorry for the wait #my writing #Fish Tales #I don't know if I'll be able to get chapter 4 out this month :(#feels like im letting yall down with this lol #this is only chapter 3 #but anyways #i had fun writing this chapter #hope yall enjoy it #sorry for such a ong wait #ive been getting so busy #and im only getting busier #but im still trying to get these chapters ut #i sear #i love yall #thank you for supporting me thus far #i appreciate yall so much #omg im rambling in these tags #sorry

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breezeofberillus · 1 day

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top 5 people from your surroundings who you find attractive (appearance and character separately)

Haha, quite the bold first question. But I’m fine with it. If I’m being honest, it’s kind of hard for me to judge attractiveness based solely on looks, and I don't want to hurt too many feelings. So I may have to do them as one (but I'll try to bring in both aspects).

1. Lilya

Lilya is definitely good at presenting herself in that way. She doesn't even do it intentionally. Even before warming up to you, her confident demeanour still leaves a mark. But when she does, she’s more caring than you’d expect. I see her often, so I know that she has quite the amount of admirers. She'd complain about them sometimes, saying "they keep appearing at the worst times". They give me weird looks though…

2. Dikke

Dikke may be a niche pick to some. But she's very put-together and devoted to her craft, which I admire. She carries herself with a grace that can grant wishful gazes, but also demands respect. She may not be the most approachable, but she is very pleasant to be around if she warms up to you. We go on walks together when we both manage to free up some time and the conversations I have with her are quite insightful.

3. Kaalaa Baunaa

Kaalaa Baunaa’s insights on the stars and where they reside has always been very interesting to me. I can find her outside some nights, and she’d share her thoughts on the little treasures in the sky. We share a similar view of the nature we take for granted. Maybe not the same parts of nature, but it’s nice to combine our perspectives in that way.

4. Tooth Fairy

Maybe it's because I look up to her, but I'd say that Tooth Fairy’s demeanor and classiness is quite pulling. She's a woman of many talents, so it's not hard to grow fond of her. I especially enjoy listening to her stories about her tooth collection. Each tooth has its own unique traits to them, and I share her enthusiasm for it.

5. Bette

Now, Bette may seem a bit out of place in this lineup, but I find her very endearing. She specifically reminds of dandelions; lively with big dreams for the future. I believe she can make it, just like the dandelions when they finally form florets and be free. I’m glad that she likes my company while preparing for auditions, even if I don’t get to do that often.

#chats in the study #I was in my workshop all morning #so sorry for the wait #they’re all very pretty #but I didn’t want to be redundant so it wasn’t mentioned much #hm maybe I was a bit biased since I'm friends with these people #[you're making this hard for me with 5 whole slots and a very shippable oc. I still need to stay acurrate to her loreee/lh]#[also I think her love for friend shaped things is bleeding into her judgement of attractiveness a little]#oc rp #ask game

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