!! :D okay so!! yandere!miguel o'hara x gn!reader smut where reader is pining after miguel and has been for a while, and miguel picks up on it and rails reader (I'm sorry T^T I'm very awkward when requesting D:) and there's size difference/kink, marking kink, overstimulation + multiple orgasms (for reader mostly but miguel has like, a lot of stamina bc of spider-man thing and keeps going for a couple rounds), and possessive behavior on miguels part? :D!!!
also feel free to not do this request if you aren't comfy, pls just respond to this and tell me if you don't wanna write this!! /nf
Thank you so much for requesting lovely Annon!!!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond, I'm pretty rusty after not writing for so long! That being said, I hope this is what you were expecting when you requested!! Please feel free to tell me if this is like butt-fuck awful or something 😭 I'm also sorry if I slipped up while writing the smut portion, I haven't written gn smut before so I'm still getting used to it
NOT PROOF-READ!! Pls let me know if you spot anything wrong, I'll go back in and fix it
read part one here
wc-> 2.8k (yall are eating GOOD tonight)
cw-> everything mentioned in the ask!! plus choking & a creampie bc im freaky like dat. also i think this might count as dubcon? don't get me wrong, reader DEFINITELY wants it, but this is probably not how they planned on it going!
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Crazy in Love . . . (part 2)
You jumped at the sight of your boss standing in the corner of your bedroom. Your face pales as you stare wide-eyed at him, trying to make sense of what was happening.
“Miguel. . .?” You question quietly, still attempting to figure out if this was a dream or not. You quickly pinch yourself. Hard.
Yep. Definitely awake.
The large man lets out a quiet chuckle at your action. He shifts his weight, taking a silent step towards you.
You quickly slip out of your bed, immediately missing the warmth the plush blankets provided you. The cold wood of your floor bites through your bare feet as you shuffle ever so slightly away from him.
“Miguel, what are you doing here? If you needed me to come in for work, you could have just called.”
He lets out another chuckle, but this one was. . . darker. Something about him was off, but you couldn't place it. Yet.
“Oh pequinã, don't tell me you honestly expect me to think you to be that naïve.”
His words send a chill straight through your spine. I guess that answers my thoughts about the bottle then. . .
Your gaze narrows as you attempt to subtly move towards your knife drawer. “I'm not naïve O’Hara, I just don't understand why you're doing this. I assume you're behind all the shit that's been happening to me, right?” Your tone is hard, feigning confidence to try and throw him off your trail.
Miguel chuckles low and dark at you. He gives a malicious smile, his fangs poking out ever so slightly from the corners of his upsettingly tempting mouth. “Sì, pequiña, it was me.”
He moves closer, his broad shoulders hunched slightly like a cat stalking its prey. His face is dark and slightly flushed, and there’s an evil gleam in his eyes like he knows something you don't.
“Why are you doing this?,” you repeat, moving further away from him and closer to your dresser. Your tone is solid, but uncertainty hangs thick in the air between the two of you. “What game are you playing, O’Hara? Even for you this is sick.”
His eyes flash dangerously where he stands, illuminated only by the street lights shining into your small bedroom. He looks out of place, far too large and most certainly unwelcome. His red and blue suit is pulled tight across the impressive muscle he does nothing to hide, big and bulking and suffocating.
“Sick? Oh Y/n, more than you know.” His lips curl into a cruel smile as he grows ever closer, even in the darkness that surrounds the two of you. It’s like he's been here before, planned this happening a million different times in a million different ways. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cold but from the pure fear coursing through your veins.
This isn’t good. You keep your eyes trained on your boss, trying desperately to come up with a way to diffuse this situation. Spending as much time as you do around the spider-folk, it’s almost like you have a spidey sense of your own. And right now it’s screaming one thing at you.
RUN
You make a split second decision, darting towards your dresser as fast as you can, reaching for your drawer, your only hope at salvation. You wrench it open and reach your hand in, searching for the handle of the blade you keep stashed inside.
No. . .
“Looking for this, little one?” The smugness in his voice sends another chill down your spine as a look of pure terror washes over your face. Miguel grips your knife in his large hand, the blade glinting in the slivers of light. “Did you really think I’d make it that easy for you? You know how much I love a fight, pequiña.”
He rushes at you, his open hand finding your throat and squeezing quickly. His breath hot and heavy in your face as he stares into your eyes, his red ones practically glowing with desire and something much more primal. You claw at the hand around your throat, trying desperately to get it to loosen enough for your escape. Miguel makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a chuckle, his grip staying firm despite your scratching.
“What are you doing?!,” you manage to wheeze out, frantically glancing between his face and the blade still clenched in his other fist, “Miguel! I really mean it, cut this out!”
His face twists into another evil smile, taking great pleasure in watching you struggle against his large frame. He quickly places the knife on your dresser, just barely out of your reach. He’s taunting you, playing a sick game with your life. “Do you really mean that, pequiña, or are you just acting? I’ve seen the way you look at me, the glances you steal when you think I’m focused on my work,” He leans in closer somehow, his face centimeters from yours, “The way your face heats up when I’m close.”
A dull warmth rushes through your body, concentrating at your core. Damn him. You open your mouth to let out a retort, but he quickly shushes you, the smile never leaving his chiseled face. “I already know, love. I’ve been watching you just as much as you have me.”
Your body aches at the gravel in his voice, deep and rough and wanting. “Miguel. . .”
Before you can say another word to him he scoops you into his arms, his hand finally leaving your neck long enough for you to take a nearly-steady breath. He takes a few steps towards your bed before carefully throwing you back into the plush mattress. You prop yourself onto your elbows as Miguel towers over you standing at the side of your bed.
“Pequiña. . . you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”
And then he’s on you, pulling your face to his in a crushing kiss that tastes like power and raw unfiltered hunger. You let out a moan, unable to control your wanting in his presence. Your noise only encourages him further as he slips one hand behind your head to pull you closer as the other one dances sinfully down your body, reaching closer to where you so desperately want him.
He breaks the kiss and you catch your breath, panting from the intensity of what just happened. Miguel gazes down at you, still standing tall and strong above you, his frame blocking out all hope of escape.
Not that you were looking.
The hand that was tracing down your front pauses for a moment at the waistband of your pants, the tips of his fingers barely grazing your skin. You inhale sharply at the sensation, meeting his heavy gaze with one of your own.
And that’s all he needs.
His red claws slice through your sleep shorts, turning them into thin strips of ribbon that flutter softly onto the floor. He positions you near the edge of your beg, legs spread wide and bare to him. Miguel lets out a groan as he falls with a heavy thud to his knees in front of you, his face level with your body.
Slowly, carefully, teasingly Miguel slides his large hands across the vast expanse of your bare legs, up your calves and over your thighs, kneading the skin roughly and then planting biting kisses as he moves. When he reaches the inside of your thighs, he pulls them apart harshly and sinks his sharp teeth fully into your skin. A searing pain screams through your body for a moment before turning into white-hot pleasure, his thick tongue swiping at the wound as his fingers finally move to the source of your pleasure.
A low moan slides out of your mouth as he works his hands over you, stroking and pinching and pulling masterfully at your sensitive body. It felt like he’d mapped out your body, knowing exactly where to hit and when. Soft sounds of pleasure rapidly fall from your lips as he increases his speed and force, all but abusing you.
“Miguel. . .” you breathe out shakily, and he does nothing but laugh at you before diving back in for another brutish kiss. His sheer size overwhelms your frame, and your senses become overwhelmed with nothing but him.
More moans come from you now, increasing in both volume and intensity. Miguel eats the sounds, returning them with some of his own low groans into your throat. His fingers continue to work you to your peak as your kiss grows ever deeper. Your sounds let him know your end is close, and he gives you exactly what you want, moving his fingers to just the right place to finally make you snap.
You finish violently, your back arching off the bed as he overworks your body, moans turn into gasps and soft cries of pain, but that only encourages him to keep going. When his hands finally leave you, it's only a fraction of a second before his mouth finds your release, his long tongue licking slow stripes up and down, savoring your taste.
“Please,” you beg, body too overstimulated to do anything other than lay there and take his torture, “I can’t. . .”
Miguel chuckles against you, the vibrations sending another wave of painful pleasure through your body and making your legs clamp firmly around his brawny head. “Oh Pequiña,” he says into you between hot laps at your core, “I’m only just getting started.”
He stands quickly, finally giving you a break from his barrage of delight.
His hair is messier than usual and slightly damp with sweat, his brown locks falling haphazardly across his forehead. You stare at him through half lidded eyes, watching as his suit slowly dissolves and exposes dark skin rippling with muscle and strength. As Miguel stands before you in all his glory, only one word comes to mind.
Big.
He stares at you in a way you’ve never seen before- hot, primal, hungry. He’s on you before you have time to react, once again smothering you with his huge body. You scoot quickly up the bed, your back hitting against the headboard of your bed as Miguel only grows closer. Without so much as a sound, he yanks your t-shirt over your head and discards it with what used to be your shorts. You stare at each other for a moment, the air thick with desire and heat. Miguel lets out a growl and grabs you by the ankles, pulling you towards him with a ferocity that says he’s not planning on letting you truly rest any time soon.
You let out a yelp of surprise before your body goes still. Something firm and heavy twitches against your slick skin. Miguel’s mouth forms a smirk that only a man who knows what he has can give, and you watch as one of his rough hands grabs hold of himself.
“Enjoying the show, Pequiña? Don’t worry, it’s all yours.”
His hand comes up to his mouth and he spits into it before wrapping it around himself once more, giving a few rapid tugs and letting out more of those sinful moans. You feel his thick mushroom tip press against your opening, before slowly sliding inside.
The sensation is unreal, unlike everything you’ve ever felt before. He stretches you completely, and it feels like he was made to do it. His breathing turns erratic as he bottoms out, his voice going hoarse and even lower than usual. He says something in Spanish that you can only imagine is absolutely disgusting, and you clench around him.
Miguel’s eyes flash that deep blood red again before he pulls fully out of you. You don’t even have a moment to miss the way he feels before he thrusts into you at an absolutely punishing pace, slamming his hips into yours like you’d disappear without him inside you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as all thoughts leave you, the only thing reminding you this is real is the sound of your skin meeting and the feeling of being torn apart from the inside.
Miguel leans his head down into your neck and you feel his tongue licking up your neck, leaving a trail of hot saliva everywhere it goes. He keeps with his grueling pace in you as he leaves bites across your throat, not one being gentile. You can feel his fangs sinking into your skin, leaving disaster in their wake. You’re sure your skin is already turning deep shades of purple and red from the sheer force of him, and you don’t mind one bit.
He only gets rougher as he goes on, and you know it won’t be long before he has you coming undone yet again. He comes up from leaving his marks on your neck to press another one of his dominating kisses to your mouth, exploring everything you have to offer him and staking his total claim over your mind, body, and soul. He makes another one of his depraved sounds, and moves one of his hands to your nipple while the other keeps its tight grip on your hip.
His fingers- god, his fingers- once again pinch and pull on your sensitive body, his entire hand encompassing your chest and you are struck yet again by the sheer size of this man, in every sense of the word. He lowers his head again, this time sucking a trail of bruises from your throat down to where his hand plays with you. In one fluid motion, he latches his lips around your tit and places his hand against your throat again, squeezing just as he did earlier.
The sensations are too much for your body, and another world-destroying orgasm washes over your body. The sheer force of it rattles your bones and the sound you let out was more scream than moan as your walls clench ever tighter around Miguel. His volume rivals your own as he continues to pound into you, well after the pleasure has faded. He ruins you in ways you didn’t even think were possible, tears in your eyes as he gives you no time to relax.
Miguel pulls out quickly and you can see strings of yourself still clinging onto him, not willing to let him fully part from your body. He gives your chest one final squeeze before flipping you over and pulling your hips up to him once again. He lands a firm smack onto your ass, and you can feel the handprint already forming on your skin. It's no more than a second before he's back inside you, even deeper than before.
He grabs handfuls of your plush hips, using them as leverage and a way to pummel right into your epicenter. He’s ruthless, merciless, and feral, using you like his shiny new toy, and you know that's exactly what you are. You and Miguel let out moans of pure sin, your voices intertwining together just like your bodies.
You feel him lean down, his voice husky and low in your ear. “Pequiña. . .you’re so perfect for me, you take it so good.”
Your toes curl at his words as he whispers more dirty things into your ear; presa, mimado, perfecta, mine.
You can tell he's getting close to his end, his thrusts become sloppy and his rhythm changes rapidly from fierce and steady to slow and mild. You can feel him twitching inside of you, thick and pulsating and burning red-hot. “Please Miguel,” you moan as his pace increases even more savagely at his name “Give it to me.”
His moan at your words tells you they were exactly what he wanted to hear. His pace becomes erratic, unforgiving, entirely consuming of everything you’ve ever known. You feel his hair brush your shoulder, and then that delicious pain overtakes you yet again as his teeth sink deep into your shoulder and he finally, finally hits his peak.
You feel him release inside you, hot and filling and absolutely addictive, and you do the same. The world falls out from beneath you as the two of you fully and truly become one. You don’t know how long it lasts, but you think it must have been close to eternity. Miguel's body shakes violently against you as you two pulse in time with each other, neither one wanting to break the spell that’s been placed on the moment.
《♡》
You shift in Miguel's arms, looking up at him with tired eyes as he stares down at you with a look that tells you he’d move worlds and hang stars for you. You give him a melty smile and nuzzle further into his bare chest.
“Hey Mig, I have a question.” You say, a lazy smile crossing your face.
Miguel laughs softly as you, staring at you with love but still something darker, ever present. “What is it, my love?”
"So like, are you just naked under there all the time or. . .?"
Miguel lets out a groan and playfully hits you in the face with a pillow. "For you, Pequiña, always.”
hey team! sorry i lied and it's been over a year since i did anything here! rest assured CRAZY IN LOVE PART 2 IS COMING OUT BY THURSDAY NIGHT‼️‼️
I love you all so much!! Thank you for all the continued support on this account, it really means the world that people still want to read my horrible pigslop writing 🥹
Until we meet again!! (aka thursday) (i promise i won't abandon you all again like like time) (probably) 💜💜
hello everyone! just letting you know im still alive! thank you all so much for all the love on Crazy in Love!! part two is coming out very soon, i just got super busy with precollege work over the summer! Part two should be out in about a week!!!! 💜💜💜
Hello everyone! Just a heads up, this is part one of a two-part fic that I was requested to do! Well, technically, I was only asked to do part 2, but I just can't pass up an opportunity to write a cringe good yandere fic! Definitely not because I couldn't figure out how to write a good one-part Yandere fic.
wc-> 2.2k (holy shit)
cw-> yandere behavior, possessive behavior, stalker behavior, not smut yet, but trust me it will be MESSY in part 2
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Working for the Miguel O’Hara was not what you expected it to be.
It was worse.
Ungodly hours, strict rules, and no room for error. Working for him was what you imagined being the right hand for the devil was like. Not to mention that it seemed like he had a personal vendetta against you. Whatever you did, it was never good enough -working overtime, filing his mission reports, making sure his ‘spider cave’ was spotless- nothing was enough for the man monitoring the multiverse.
And yeah, sure, the pay was good, and you did get dental and health care (he might be a monster, but he's not a villain), but god, Miguel ran you fucking ragged. Since the day you were hired, he’d been nothing but a douchebag to you.
Of course, it wasn’t all bad. You’d made many great friends, the closest being Peter B, Gwen, and Hobie. You four were practically inseparable, and everyone knew it. You and Gwen were especially close, with you taking an older-sibling role in her life. Unfortunately, there was very little free time to just hang out with them while you were at the Spider-Society headquarters. For whatever reason, Miguel never let you spend longer than your (generous) ninety-minute lunch break outside of the dark little cave he called his office. And usually, that time was interrupted by none other than Mr.O’Hara himself. You knew that in being his personal secretary you’d be expected to run around and do things for him, but at this point, you felt like Andrea Sachs in The Devil Wears Prada, constantly running your ass off for an ungrateful and spectacularly moody boss. To be entirely honest, compared to Miguel O’Hara, Miranda Priestly looked like a fucking angel.
You quietly chuckled to yourself, conjuring up the image of Miguel strutting around in a pair of violently red Prada heels.
“What's so funny, Y/n?” Gwen asks, tilting her head slightly to the side.
“Nothing,” you dismissed, “Just thought of something funny.” You lightly cleared your throat and took a sip from the water bottle in front of you.
A sudden beeping erupted from your pocket, and you gave a loud groan.
“Lunch break over already?” Gwen says with a small sigh.
“Yeah, sorry kiddo,” you say, checking the message on your phone. Of course, it’s Miguel, probably wanting you to do something he could easily do himself. “You want to swing by my place after I get off? We could watch some cheesy flick and gossip like high-schoolers.”
Gwen excitedly nods her head, and you give her a soft smile. Giving her a parting hug, you quickly make your way back to your and Miguel's shared ‘office’. There, you’re met with the annoyingly attractive back of your boss.
“You’re late.” He grumbles.
You make a sound of exasperation. “I literally came here as soon as you called. Sorry that this place- that you designed, by the way- is built like a fucking labyrinth!” God, did he get on your nerves.
Miguel's only response is a grunt as you roll your eyes and sit down in your chair in the corner of his office. You quickly start pulling up mission logs on one monitor, and live footage of ongoing missions on the other. Your fingers fly fast across your keyboard, filling out what you’re able to on the logs, while your eyes quickly scan the many videos of Spider-people currently engaged in battle. You had always been fairly good at multitasking, so the work you did for Miguel had never been overly complicated. Truth be told. You really had no idea why he chose you for the position of his secretary. You’d think with Lyla, he’d have everything he’d ever need right at his fingertips.
After a few hours of mindless paperwork and watching battles, you decided to call it quits. Your eyes had started to burn, and your fingers were cramping. Finishing up the last few lines of what was (hopefully) your last log of the night, you stood up and stretched your sore muscles, and cracked a few bones.
"I'm leaving for the night, O'Hara. You have my number if anything happens."
Miguel didn't even so much as spare you a glance before you walked out of the room, already dialing Gwen's number.
《♡》
It was well into the early hours of the morning when you and Gwen finally said goodbye. After a long night of greasy food, bad films, and riveting workplace gossip (you would not believe how much drama happens in a place where everyone is fundamentally the same), you wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a comfortable rest on your newly cleaned sheets.
You stretched your muscles a bit, popping a few joints in your shoulders and back for a little extra relief.
You yawn slightly and absentmindedly scratched at your arm while you pick out what to wear to bed. Deciding on a simple pair of black booty shorts and an oversized t-shirt, you throw them into your bed, grab your towel, and quickly make your way into the bathroom.
After letting the water heat up for a couple seconds, you put on your favorite playlist and step in. Despite being thoroughly exhausted, your sheets are new, which means it's time to shave.
After shaving, shampooing, conditioning, and washing yourself, you step out of the shower. You towel dry your hair and then wrap the plush fabric around your body.
Making your way into your bed room, something is immediately wrong. Your instincts are telling you to run, get out, hide, but for some reason, you don't listen. You do, however, go into the top drawer of your nightstand and pull out an incredibly sharp knife (which you had stored for just this reason).
You swiftly make your way around your room, checking in the closet, under the bed, and behind the door. Nothing and no one is there.
"Maybe I'm finally going crazy for real. . ." you say to yourself, shaking your head slightly. You return the knife to it's drawer, and go to get into your pajamas.
You glace over to your bed, slightly confused.
"I could have sworn I grabbed my shorts out?"
《♡》
It's been several months since you lost your shorts, and things only seem to be getting weirder. You've been losing stuff more regularly. First your shorts, then one of your favorite jackets, then your favorite necklace, your perfume, nail polish, and most recent, your body wash (which you had just bought).
What's more, Miguel has also been acting different. Not nicer, but also not meaner. More. . . protective? But not in a good way. Your lunch break was cut from ninety minutes to fifty, and you were no longer allowed to eat in the cafeteria or common spaces.
"What the fuck do you mean I can eat lunch in the café anymore?" You angrily question Miguel.
"You're distracting the others. From now on, you'll have twenty minutes to get your food, and thirty minutes to eat. Which you will be doing in here, with me." Miguel states monotonously, not even bothering to glance at you.
You let out a scoff and roll your eyes. "At this point, why don't you just put me in a cage and chain me to the desk?"
Miguel lets out a breathy chuckle, turning around to look you dead in the eyes. "Don't tempt me, pequiña."
The pit that formed in your stomach after hearing those words was most certainly not one of fear.
You get angry just thinking about that interaction. It had been a couple weeks since it was implemented, and while you had adjusted rather fast, you still didn't like it in the slightest.
Miguel has also been giving you more work, forcing you to stay later and later. You swore that if he wasn't such good eye-candy, you would have throttled him.
Speaking of eye-candy. . . You glace over to Miguel's work station to snoop. If he's going to keep you cooped up in here, you should be allowed to spy on what he's doing.
He's standing hunched over his over-the-top computer set up, watching his many screens and muttering quietly to himself. He calls Lyla up and asks her something quietly. You swear you heard your name, but you were so far away it was hard to discern anything he was saying.
You shake your head and turn back to your work.
《♡》
It was nearly midnight now, and you were still in this wretched place. You let out a loud groan and run your eyes.
“Hey, O’Hara? I'm leaving. Don't call me in tomorrow either, I need the day off.”
Your statement seems to pique Miguel's interest, as he finally moved from the position he's been standing in for hours. He turns around, leaning onto his desk and placing his hands on his incredibly tiny waste (seriously, how is that even fair??).
“Oh really?” he askes, voice laced with something you can't quite pick up on “And why is that?”
You groan again, fed up with your man-child boss.
“Because I just need a day to myself, okay? You've been working me to the bone, and I just need a massage and probably a visit to the chiropractor.” You emphasize your statement by harshly cracking your back on your chair.
He chuckles softly to himself and lightly licks his lips. “You could always ask me for help with that pequiña.”
You flush red at his statement and cough a little. Damn him for being so sexy. . .
“I uh. . . I think I'm okay. Thanks for the offer though, boss.” You can feel yourself practically sweating and you jump up from your seat and begin packing your bag.
Miguel lets out a soft hum and turns back to his computer, smiling ever so slightly.
You glace back up at your boss before you head out of the room, grabbing the little trash bag sitting in the corner of the room to dispose of on your way out. You leave with one final glace back at his broad shoulders.
The walk through Headquarters is silent. Despite being a hub for all spider folk, the halls are quiet, leaving the small click of your shoes on the tile as the only noise.
Lugging the trash bag through the halls, you reach a large dumpster and begin to haul it inside. As you swing the bag above your head, the shitty plastic gives and the contents spill out over the ground.
“Fuck! Eww that's so nasty oh my god!” You yell in disgust at the trash flies everywhere, covering you in the mysterious liquid every bag of trash seems to have.
You quickly wipe your hands off on your pants as you being to (begrudgingly) pick up the garbage from the floor. Crumpled papers, some broken cables, a couple of water bottles, a bottle of your bodywash, some rotting-
Wait.
“What the hell?”
There, sitting innocently on the ground, is a bottle of the bodywash you use. How the hell did this get here?
The bottle is mostly empty, but sloshes slightly when you pick it up, like someone has filled it with water or something in an attempt to prolong its use. You're a little creeped out.
Okay, you're a lot creeped out.
The only people who use the bin in Miguel's ‘office’ are you and him. And you certainly don't remember bringing a used bottle of soap into work to throw out.
Maybe me and Miguel just use the same soap? I mean, I'm pretty sure he lives here so. . .
A chill runs down your back as you hear a voice from the darkness.
“Y/n? Is everything okay?”
You quickly hide the bottle behind your back as you spin around to face him.
“Miguel! Hi! Yeah, everything is okay, I just spilled the trash, sorry to bother you.” You speak fast and nervously, inching closer to the trash bin to toss the hidden bottle inside.
Miguel raises an eyebrow at you, clearly questioning your suspicious actions.
“Ah. Okay then. Do you need any help?” He asks. It feels like he's testing you.
You nervously chuckle. “Nope! I'm all good! Sorry again for bothering you, I'll be leaving now!” In one quick motion, you throw the bottle into the trash behind you and speed walk out of the building and away from your boss.
《♡》
You lay in your bed, unblinking at the ceiling. The soap had been keeping you up. You know it's probably nothing, but with all the weird shit that's been happening to you recently, everything has been putting you on edge.
You toss and turn, your mind both racing with thoughts and completely empty. You don't even realize you're falling asleep until your eyes shut, and you succumb to the darkness.
《♡》
You awake with a start, and a horrible sensation of dread courses through your entire body. You sit up in bed, blinking the sleep from your eyes and scanning your room.
You see nothing.
Until you don't.
A large, shadowy figure stands unmoving in the corner of your room. Two glowing red eyes stare at you from the darkness.
“Oh pequiña. . . I really wish you hadn't seen that earlier. . .”
Wait nvm i just saw that you don't do raiden, my bad, sorry!
omg i totally thought i put her on my list!! i saw your prompt and immediately started FOAMING AT THE MOUTH so i will totally be doing it!!! and adding her to the list!!!! thank you so much!!! 💜💜
hi!!! are your requests open? :D i just wanted to make sure since i couldn’t see if they were or weren’t (I have ADD and often skip over certain things, so i’m sorry if i’m annoying u by asking /gen)
also i really like ur writing style, it scratches an itch in my brain 🧠
AAAAHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE SO SWEET!!!!!!!!!! Yes, my asks are open! I actually don't think i specified that anywhere, so you're all good!! Thank you for checking in, and i hope to see a request from you soon!! 💜💜
hey can you write a yae miko x freader with heavy emphasis on a predator prey dynamic with yae miko doming her partner
ahhh my first request!! so exciting!!! i hope its good, please let me know if this is what you had in mind! (this is also my first time writing smut so please tell me if it sucks lmfao)
wc-> 0.8k (sorry im a little rusty)
cw-> 18+ smut w no plot (we're jumping right in), pet names, dom!yae, sub!reader, yae being mean (she's so hot), overstimulation, biting, mentions of blood, vaguely implied that they're outside but tbh you'd have to squint
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Little Mouse . . .
"Do you like that, little mouse?" Yae cruelly chuckled as she fingered your raw cunt. Her long, elegant digits played with your insides in a way that she could accomplish, making you feel hot and full but still begging for more
"Y-yes, oh- fuck yes," your loud moans echoed out across the empty shrine, "shit, Yae, please keep going."
Yae let out a soft hum of approval before speeding up her fingers. "Your moans are so delicious little one. You make me feel so good." She practically purred out the last line, her middle and ring fingers thrusting ever faster in and out.
She slowly dragged her free hand up to your supple breast and began flicking one of your nipples. The sharp pain and pleasure combo had you moaning louder than you had all night. Your near immediate reaction had Yae more riled up than ever.
Slowly, Yae leaned her head down to kiss you. In your close proximity, you could see her cunning purple eyes glowing with lust and predatory intent. Quickly, she smashed her full lips onto yours. You moaned into her mouth, as she thrust her fingers into you in perfect synchronicity with her domineering kiss.
You two were a tangle of tongues and teeth, with Yae quickly winning the battle. You moaned into the kiss, and Yae took your increasing openness as a sign to shove her tongue further down your throat.
Yae abruptly stopped her hands, which made you let out a rather humiliating moan of displeasure. Tears quickly formed in your eyes at the loss of contact.
"Did I do something wrong Yae? I promise I'll be better, please just don't leave me unfinished. " You whined pathetically, trying to sit fully up. Yae simply raised her hand that had been inside your cunt and licked her fingers clean. In one fluid motion, she positioned herself so that she was straddling your waist. She quickly took your chin in her hand, and leaned in close once again.
Her breath tickled your face as she leaned over you, her soft baby pink hair grazing your skin. Her purple eyes had grown more intense, with a darker glint to them than there had been previously. "You're doing wonderfully, little mouse. I just needed a new position to fuck you better." She let out a soft chuckle, before simultaneously biting your earlobe and grinding into your pussy.
The mix of pain and pleasure had your toes sinfully curling as Yae used both hands to play with your breasts this time. She left a long trail of kisses down your body, nipping you every so often. As she neared your breasts with her sinful mouth, she began to bite harder, leaving some longer-lasting marks, specifically perfect recreations of her sharpened teeth.
It was over stimulating. Between her teasing mouth, her massaging hands, and incredible pussy, you thought you might combust on the spot. You stopped forming words, only being able to let little whines and moans of pleasure escape you. Yae took notice of you nearing your edge.
"Are you going to cum for me soon, little mouse? Are you going to release all over my pussy like the slut you are?"
You moaned louder at her filthy words, still unable to produce anything but incoherent babbles.
She increased her pace, now rubbing her clit directly over yours. She pushed harder, increasing the wonderful pressure of her on top of your body. Her hands roughened their pace, pulling and squeezing more than gently massaging you. Her bites got increasingly more painful, becoming deeper and drawing more blood.
You were both nearing your releases, but Miko wouldn't let you finish without reminding you of just who was making you feel this way.
She sped up even more, using all of her otherworldly strength on your body.
"Do you know who you belong to, pet?"
"Oh shit- you, fuck! You, I belong to you Yae- archon, please!"
Your moans were exactly what Yae needed to finish. She bit down fully onto one of your breasts, and used her electro vision to send a current of electricity through your whole body.
You saw stars. Your entire mind fogged over, and there was nothing but the feeling of Yae, Yae, Yae. You came so violently your entire being convulsed. Your body spammed underneath her frame so harshly that even Yae was shaking. Your moans drowned out everything around you, nothing but screams of Yae's name over and over until your throat was raw and bleeding.
Yae helped you ride out your high, continuing to lightly lip you and lick your breasts while you saw stars. She whispered sweet and sultry comments into your ears as you rode out the incredible high she had given you.
When you had finished your orgasm, you were so exhausted you nearly passed out where you laid. However, you had just enough energy left in you to shift Yae off of your middle and to your side, where you promptly curled into her hot back and fell asleep.
Yae let our a soft laugh as she flipped around, nestling you ever closer now into her chest.
"Sweet dreams, little mouse. I hope you realize this is only the beginning."
i will mostly be writing either one-shots or multi-chapter fics. however, if you'd like to request just little blurbs, head cannons, or alphabets, i'd be more than happy to do those as well
wills and will-nots
i will write f!character x f!reader, m!character x f!reader, nb!character x f!reader, f!character x nb!reader, m!character x nb!reader, fluff, angst, smut, kinks (unless they are on the will-nots), yandere, dark romance
i will not write any characters x m!reader ( this is just because i am biologically female and have no idea how to capture what it would be like to be a man), adult!character x child!reader, age regression, pregnancy, non-con, piss, foot fetishes, pet play, incest, stepcest
♧if there is something not listed that you would like to request, do so, and i will edit the list as i get responses♧
snowghoul
yousharknotpass
amandla
romaincrisis
jacobvanloon
dailybridgerton
titsay