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[leisures-writes]

being a tease has consequences, you know.

ft. dark / yandere! caleb xia x fem. reader.

general warning(s)! – by continuing to read this fic, you are agreeing to read dead dove: don’t eat content, which may not be for you.  stalking, deluded mindsets, threats, manipulation and attempted mindbreak. please do not read if you are sensitive to mentioned themes. 

note! – by clicking read now, you are agreeing to read dc and/or nsfw. comment to be added to the tag list for the possible part two! first lads fic out here and it’s not sylus (shock). please like, comment and reblog <3

part two – tba! 

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nsfw warning(s)! – dub/non con ( not explicitly state if the reader does or does not want him ), mentioned masterbation / toys( f. receiving ) and actual masterbation (m . receiving), dirty talk, rough choking ( f. receiving ), binding / bondage ( f. receiving ), pet names, degrading, praise, dacryphilia, cum on face / marking with cum ( f. receiving ), dark! caleb xia who doesn't wanna play nice anymore. fantasized free use, spit kink ( f. recieving ), breeding, dumbification. 

caleb xia was always a fair person - a good person, he’d say. he allowed teasing because that’s what it was, teasing. it was fun and playful, an affection he didn’t know he craved even before. but this? this was pushing his buttons.

the sly glances from across the room, the way she seemed to be touching him - grazing - his cock with her ass when she passed by him in the kitchen to get a glass, the slutty way her lips curl into a pout when he looks at her over at dinner. the last straw? the little breathy way she said “night, colonel.” that haunted his mind when she departed from movie night and the not so subtle way her gaze dipped from his eyes to his sweatpants. 

he promised himself he’d teach her a lesson. she was such a brat for teasing him all day and for the obvious want in her eyes when he knocked on the door strengthened the desire. she was dressed in lounging pants and a plain sweater, the lights on. he wondered what it would take to make her tick, make her regret waking up and teasing him. “colonel, to what  do i owe the pleasure of seeing you?” oh, such a formal little one now, hmm? no more minx that toyed with him earlier, huh? he smiles, the easy going grin with twisted ends, his teeth more pronounced in the light. 

“just wanted to talk to you more. seeing as you were so eager for my attention today, i thought i’d indulge my girl.” 

confusion floods her face. he drinks it in with relish. she thought she was being slick with her want, the teasing? he chuckles a bit, leaning against the doorway as she mumbles under her breath. stupid girl, did she forget who she was teasing? her colonel, who made made remarks that he must have enhanced hearing and smelling with how quickly his mood changes when whispers are abound. he could hear the little whimpers she made on nights like these, the soft pants that make his blood run hot with lust, the hum of the vibrator as she work herself to the edge, the squelches that can’t be silenced along with the smell of her, that lingers in the air once she finished, that stay in the sheets before they get washed - that he steals and fucks his cock with - and the way she can’t seem to sit right the next day.

he pushes off the doorway, shutting the door and peers down at her. her with wide eyes and trembling body. where’d the easy going smirk from earlier go? so eager to tease him, the golden boy, with no thoughts that he’d do this – he’d call her out on the teasing and come to the room – 

or maybe you have. maybe you have thought of this before in your bed, writhing on the sheets, sweat shining on your skin as you muffle your noises and cum hard at the thought of having colonel xia lust after you, the thought of his dark eyes on your naked, panting body and rough touches helping the fantasy that he wanted you just as bad. – he knows he has, the nights were you fuck yourself are the nights when he fucks his fist at the delicous noises and smell of you. the feeling of his hand will never be good enough for him because it isn’t you, you with a soft smile and want to help, the shine in your eyes enrapturing to him –  

she didn't rise up to take the bait. “colonel xia?” the concern in her eyes that shines in the light makes him laugh. “don’t act like you don’t know what you’ve been doing to me. the little glances? pressing your ass to my dick? the little moan when you said goodnight to me? c’mon, sweetheart, there’s no need to hide your true self. not to me. i know what you are.” he locked the door and stepped closer and closer, until her thighs reached the side of the bed. his eyes gleam with a manic that she’s only witnessed in passing. “you’re a slut who wants me. you want to be my slut, don’t you? you want everyone to know that i fucked you, that i made you cum. admit it.” 

her face burned with humiliation and disgust. “what? no, i don’t, colonel. i don’t want you. please leave my room.” he frowns. “stop being stubborn and say it. say it, sweetheart.” she glared at him. “no.” he smirks. “have it your way then.” he shoved her onto the bed and climbed on top, pinning her to the bed. she struggles, kicking and biting before he grabs her throat. he pants a bit, smiling, as he squeezes tighter when she’s squirming under his grip, thighs squeezing hers between them and wrists in his other hand. 

“keep still, sweetheart. i’ll make you admit it because you wanted to be a stubborn slut. or maybe you wanted this, hmm? you wanted me to pin you to your bed and fuck the disobedience out of you, right? let me release all this pent up energy onto my little girl?” his voice softened slightly as he loosened his fingers on her throat. he smiled at her, the soft smile he used on civilians, not the twisted sneer he offered merely five minutes ago. the same grin that made her think this was all a joke. a sick, cruel joke but a joke nevertheless. but she blinked up at him, and he still has his hand around her throat and lust that shakes her to the bone. 

“please—” the sound that leaves her lips is hoarse and pathetic when he leans down to cut her off. “now, sweetheart. you speak when i ask, okay? if i don’t tell you to speak and you speak, i’ll spank your ass black and blue and fuck you till you’re cock drunk. then, then, i’ll fuck a baby or two into ya.” when she doesn't respond, he snarls. “answer me. you don’t want me to punish you even more.” her throat bobs under his clutch. “yes, i understand.” he studies her eyes for a second, leaving her heart racing before he sneers. “good little slut.” 

he nuzzles her hair, breathing in her scent with a pleased hum. “you always smell so good. when you brush past me, i always smell you, and my god, it’s those days when i cum the hardest.” he feels her shift her body, her knees lifting slightly. he continues on, finding delight in seeing her squirm. “i can hear you some days. those noises you make drive me mad. that day when you squirted? fuck, sweetheart. i passed by your room just to smell your cum, the little whines you made? ingrained in my mind.” by now, the heat on her face has crawled down to her neck, the heat stifling from the sweater fabric. glancing down, he ripped the top with no hesitation. the loud ripping sound echoed in her ears and she bit back a grunt as he tied her wrists together. with one hand free, he let himself graze her cheek, eyes softening and clouding at the sight of her bare chest. 

 for a second, she stupidly hoped that he’d snap out of it before the rational part of her came out as his eyes cleared up. “such soft skin. such soft skin that’s unmarked.” a dark grin crawls onto his face. “let’s change that, hm?” he moved faster than she could see and soon, her ankles were binded too and her head hung from the bed, gagged. he moved so that his waist was level with her face as he unzipped his pants. he laughs at the look of horror she shot him at the size of him. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’ll make you love this.” he stroked his dick while he spoke, spreading pre - cum over his shaft. 

he tapped her left cheek with his dick, staining her with his cum. “oh, fuck yeah. look at me, sweetheart.” he massaged his cum onto her skin, moving to the next cheek, his pace speeding up slightly. the slick sound of him fucking his fist filled the spacious room along with his soft grunts and moans. “fuck, sweetheart. you look so good for me, all tied up and easy to use. how’d you like me to fuck your needy mouth, hm? make me cum into that whore mouth of yours and use your throat as a cocksleeve, yeah? don’t worry, i plan on that.” he hissed, the eye contact never wavering between the two, the dark lust in his clashing with the disgust and horror in hers. he continued, spurred on. 

“make you squirt for me, cry for me. make you beg for my fingers, my mouth, my cock. make you cock drunk, so that you’ll never want anything other than me, my little slut. make you take my cum and spit into that pretty mouth of yours and swallow it, make you crave my cock in that throat of yours, that tight throat of yours that will bulge. oooh, fuck you so good you won’t be able to think about anything other than me. make you stupid so you won’t need to come to your job. fuck – not like the fleet hired you for that.” she blanched. what. he blinks those long lashes at her, mock sympathy in his voice. 

“oh? you didn’t know?” he reveled in the slight shake of her head. he leaned down slightly, his eyes roaming her body. “you were meant to be my little fuck toy. you’re nothing to the fleet.” she blinked back tears of hurt, her lips thinning and her nose burning. he could feel her heart breaking, the sound of her trust and hope shattering like glass on concrete.

“you poor, poor thing.”

his wrist began to move faster and faster, his gaze never faltering. he grunted before he came loudly, spilling all over her. she flinched, shutting her eyes as if she could escape the humiliation that would haunt her for months — no, years to come. he chuckled. the sight of her covered in his cum — yeah, he liked it. 

[leisures-writes]

just finished reading your AMAZING CEO/COO stsg piece!!! i have SO. MANY. QUESTIONS. first, did you have any backstory on stsg before they decided to add their secretary to their messed up mix? second, who brought up the idea first, satoru or suguru, and how did the other take it??? i totally imagine the secretary as some poor thing whos down on luck and took this sketchy job just to pay the bills and stsg just love helping out the needy:))))) they're so charitable:)))

once again, amazing fic!! im so sorry if these questions are too upfront i was just rlly curious!!

omg no don't apologize! thank you actually, i love expanding on fics!! i took out some of the planned lore because i could write about more forever (my ao3 hotd fic guide/lore has like 6k words for the 8k+ fic…) 

for the first question: i decided to do a mix of canon and non-canon! i kept some of gojo's childhood growing up (minus the curses... maybe.) w/ him being the perfect heir to the gojo company & him inheriting the company from his grandma since his father and mother are dead (where are they in canon, i dont know since i dropped the manga). with geto, i picture him growing up with a (somewhat) upper middleclass family and his parents worked in a company as well (maybe gojo’s?).

i want to say that the two meet in uni, in the same business class! gojo is there because yeah, he is going to inherit the company and is a part time, but he has to know how to run it b/c grandma gojo will not watch the company be run to the ground. geto is there due to an interest in working on the board of directors for a private company, and the rest is history (sorta)! the two rank in the top ten of the class and are fighting each other for the higher spot, and their fight spills over to life outside of class, with gojo provoking geto and vise versa. eventually, they do cool down and become friends! 

geto does get a position at the gojo company, not because gojo asked him to (he totally did) but because the gojo matriarch saw that geto brought the competitive side of her grandson! they go out drinking one day, and they became friends w/ benefits at first. within that year, they officially start dating (the jealousy streak in both of them was so bad that some of the employees either quit or transferred out of the department). they’ve been together for about two-three years before they met miss secretary.

second question: i honestly want to say that geto brought up bringing her in — he’s good at manipulation (and the canon cult leader geto… something i should come back to for k-tober) and he’s noticed her looking at them at the meetings they have with the department heads! he’s not so shameless as to tell gojo outright, oh no. he subtly starts to bring her up, occasionally slipping in more looks towards her when he knows gojo is looking, and has gojo looking at her the same way he does! gojo does notice what his boyfriend is doing, and wasn’t really happy w/ it (at first)! geto being his boyfriend led gojo to ignoring miss secretary when he could and being an ass when he couldn’t. gojo is more possessive than geto, and miss secretary being interested in him (both of them but gojo doesn’t notice) does not help. their fight over this matter was something that lasted a few days (a week or two, at least) before gojo admits that geto was right (on how they are both attracted to her) so now, they could “have” her since they’re both on board. 

ah, miss secretary. i love her sm! she was a bit down on her luck as a secretary of one of the department heads, who was not very kind to her :( she would be scolded by them for someone else’s mistakes and there would be an occasional leer or undesired comment (on her looks, age, ect.) but lady luck smiled at her as her boss told her that she was promoted (why they were avoiding eye contact, she’ll never know) and that she was a part of the four secretaries for the ceo & coo! they’re so kind for that, no ulterior motives here! 

thank you again for this ask! <3

[leisures-writes]

mouse in a trap.

as the (main) secretary of ceo satoru gojo and coo suguru geto, you’re tasked with serving your bosses to the best of your abilities. even in their office after hours, even if it means going out of your comfort zone. 

ft. yan. boss. gojo satoru x fem. reader x yan. boss. geto suguru. ( stsg is 21+, reader is in her early 30s. )

general warnings! — written in an omniscient pov. dni if uncomfortable with any themes being written! yandere / obsessive behavior directed towards the reader, i do not condone yandere / obsessive behavior at all. reader is someone with sexual experience.  this is an au, or alternate universe, of jjk. this fic contains light misogyny towards the reader (from stsg) due to the precarious position she is in as a woman under them. gojo and geto are romantically together and want the reader as their third. some lore <3

nsfw warnings!  — dubcon (power imbalance/boss(es) x secretary), m. dom(s)/f. sub dynamic, pet names, oral (m. recieving), vouyerism / exhibitism, drool, condescending praise / slight degradation (f. receiving, usage of slutty and whore), light corruption (f. recieving), snowballing/sloppy kisses (m. and f. receiving), light choking/breathplay (f. receiving). 

notes! — by clicking read more, you’re agreeing to read dc or nsfw. ceo anon here, hi, @envy-of-the-apple! i am so sorry for this horrendously short piece, i have some other drafts and road block got me (sadly) but i might make a part two if inspiration strikes. i tagged it as a yandere piece bc envisioned it like that, i hope it came through... please like, comment & reblog. <3 

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“hey.” 

“yes?” your timid voice registered a second later. gojo sighs mockingly. “it’s rude not to look at us when we’re speaking, mouse.” he admonished, making you hesitate before looking up at him. ”good mouse.” he smiled, leaning back into the couch while loosening his tie.

the male across from the couch mimics him, relaxed as you fidgets in your seat between them. “poor mouse.” geto noticed the tic. “c’here, sweetheart.” he beckoned you to his lap. on shaky legs, you stood and walked to him, hands wrung in anticipation. 

you perch on his knee uncomfortably, body stiff. his hands, soothingly warm even through your shirt, settled onto your hips and pulled your body closer to him. a soft inhale of your scent and geto caresses your legs softly. “you’re so fucking gorgeous, sweetheart.” 

you let his head nuzzle your neck, a cool nose brushing against your pulse that jumped at the movement. you felt a hand push harder on your back and pressed yourself closer to him. the skin on skin contact making you gasp, squirming against his bulge. lips pressed themselves against the shell of your ear and you can’t help the shiver that escapes you from the feeling and the soft moan from gojo at the view. 

“so, so pretty. you gonna listen to your bosses, hm? gonna do your job, right, sweetheart?” the cocky voice of the ceo sends tingles down your spine and you nod before you could control yourself. “we need words and eye contact, mouse.” gojo’s stern voice pulls you away from geto’s comfortable hold to glance at both of them before obeying. “i - i’m going to listen to you both, sir.” you licked your lips nervously. 

a wicked smirk curls on the men’s lips. “good. now, get on your knees.” 

you slid down the purple eyed man’s lap, now between his spread legs, the plush carpet cradling your knees. a shiver crawled up your spine, noticing the hungry look the two held in their eyes as they beheld the pretty sight in front of them. gojo moves first, striding away from his couch and standing behind their pretty secretary. he strokes your neck, relishing in the way you lean back into the touch, eyes closed. geto silently groans at the sight. 

he unzips his slacks and releases himself from his underwear. he’s big, a pretty pale pink color and a darker head and a vein running along the left side. pre cum seems to drool from the head which bobs against his happy trail and your mouth waters at the sight of his arousal – all this for you? he smiles before gojo nudges your head closer, dark eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“now, i want you to explore what you think i’ll like, sweetheart and for you to take me into that pretty mouth of yours. satoru or i will correct you if you do something i don’t like, and i expect that you thank us, understood?” 

his tone is conversational, and it makes the heat in your stomach even more heavier. you swallow, the smell of him and your ceo making your head hazy. “yes, sir. thank you for this opportunity.” you voice and you’re rewarded with a pat on the head and more pre dribbling down. you adjust yourself, getting closer to him and spit into your hand before holding him. he’s so hot, and you struggle to think of anything else. you apply slightly more pressure with his soft groan and dared to swipe a finger over his head. glancing up at him, and noticing how unkept he is makes pride burn in your chest. you lean in, the pride pushing you to trail kisses onto his cock before taking the head into your mouth. he tasted slightly salty, and the taste settled on your tongue before you suck harder, hand faltering at stroking what wasn’t in your mouth. his breath hitched and his palm settled on your head. 

“oh, sweetheart, just like that, mhm.” 

he doesn’t push your head down, instead stroking your face with a gentleness that charms you into taking a bit more of him into your mouth, keeping in the steady pace with your hand. hearing gojo’s voice closer than you expected startled you out of your spell. still standing, he leaned forward, his breath brushing your ear made your breath hitch audibly and brought a chuckle from both of them. 

“i think he’ll like your slutty tongue and mouth on his balls, hm. be kinder with them, yes? he’s more sensitive down there.” 

you take geto out of your mouth, stroking his cock once more. you dip your face down and follow the ceo’s command. you keep your eyes on geto’s face and his hand twitches as he moans as you lick his heavy balls, gently suckling on them. he huffs out a laugh, hand petting your head. 

“sweet darling, i, ah, can hardly concentrate on how well you’re taking me, or how p - pretty you look on your knees for your boss. j - just where you belong.” geto praises. gojo lets out a gleeful laugh at the whimper you give around his partner before he guides your head back to the tip. his left hand strokes the back of your neck once, twice, before it steady on your neck, a collar. the action makes you choke slightly. he squeezes lightly once you take geto back into your mouth, choosing to slowly take more of him with each bob of your head. 

“i think that she deserves a treat once she’s done taking care of her boss. i mean, it’s only fair, isn’t it, suguru?” 

his words carry a promise, a threat. 

it makes your cunt tingle, and you squeeze your legs together, something that doesn’t escape their notice. geto snorts. the steady pressure on your neck from gojo’s hand vanishes. he lets go to kneel besides you, caging you between your bosses with a slim window to escape if needed. 

“y - you’re right, hah, satoru. i think our pretty secretary can get whatever she wants after her bosses use her like a whore. i can feel your anticipation, your need to have our cocks in you, dearest.” 

geto’s voice is silk against your ears, his hand tightening on your head before he nudges you to take him deeper. you swallow around him desperately trying to not drool on him, throat bulging slightly. he tilts his head back as the lewd sound of you sucking him off gets louder, the office getting warm and hazy. his eyes shut as another hand joins yours on him, callous and familiar as they overlap with your fingers. his hips jerk as a moan escapes the both of you. one eye peers open to see satoru’s other hand pinching your thigh, a false frown on his pale lips. “open your thighs, mouse. lemme see how wet you are from giving my boyfriend head, yeah? i mean, i know that you want my fingers in your slutty cunt, don’t ya?” 

you hear the command and you relent, shifting your legs apart and rucking up your skirt in the process. gojo whistles, petting your inner thighs through the stockings. “you’re so wet.” he sounded delighted, uttering that sentence with a fondness that shouldn’t have been conveyed with the filthy sentence. “make your boss come, pretty. make him come and we’ll give you what you want.” the words caught your attention, and you work even harder to please geto, tongue working the sensitive vein and hand keeping the same pace. his pre cum, salty and slightly watery, lingers on your tongue before you swallow around him. gojo’s hand was warm on your thigh, squeezing the flesh curiously as his boyfriend’s head fell back, adam’s apple bobbing.

geto’s hips thrust up once, twice. 

his release is slow, warm cum coating your mouth as he moans your name. “don’t swallow, mouse.” gojo mischieviously whispers. his hand on your thigh clamped down at the weak protest before he scolds you in a casual tone. “don’t be selfish! i deserve something from our boyfriend too, ya know? i’ve been so patient, after all.” 

your eyes widen and you pull off geto to turn to gojo. 

( you liked your bosses well enough, weird agreement aside, but it was their money that you loved. with each encounter with your boss in the after hours in their office, money was fed into your bank account within hours, something you took advantage of. you felt… dirty after the first time but that feeling faded as time passed by and food filled the fridge and newer clothes began to replace the old. your bosses were younger men who were used to having the world eating from their palm, no doubt from one’s upbringings from being raised as an heir to a company and another who built himself up from the ground. how the two met was a mystery to you that you didn’t care to solve. why the two wanted their older secretary in their bed or why they weren’t chasing after women their age wasn’t in your pay grade either. all you knew was that this agreement was all sex and money, easy as that. 

so for gojo to declare geto as your boyfriend and not just as his own… that was something that needed to be cleared up. for your job, for your sake and theirs. ) 

before you could correct him, his mouth is on yours in a sloppy kiss, spit and cum being messily swapped as his tongue pushed into your mouth. the thoughts fade away as his hands cup your neck, pressing you into him. he playfully nipped your bottom lip before pulling away. he cocks an eyebrow at you, eyes drifting to geto. you turn back towards the dark haired man, taking in the way his eyes track your movement with dark eyes and a half smile, his cock tucked back into his underwear, pants rumpled. 

“thank you.” 

his smile widens at the sound of your raspy voice and his hand gently taps your face before he pulls you up towards his lap. he murmurs soft praise between the soft kisses he gifts your face, nose brushing yours as he grips your hips. you sigh softly at the familiar, sweet gesture. just a few more minutes of this, then you can leave, right? 

[leisures-writes]

HELLO SORRY FOR DIPPING AFTER DROPPING ESCAPE, I AM WORKING ON HATE AND A REQ !! i’m also playing hsr & gi again ☹︎ i’m addicted. hate is going to have a bit of a lore / what’s happening with the trio while lust is more smutty(?) idk but hate is going to have some themes from both of the fics carried over and vise versa!

( non related peter b parker fic )

pls m begging for more yandere peter b and miguel

PLEASE ( here’s a sneak peek the peter b & miguel aftermath of love wink. ) —non related peter b fic sneak peek bc i love him. survey for peter fic pov here!

[leisures-writes]

WGEGWG FR!!! he’s just soooo desperate and wants a companion to love him just as much aa he loves them. <3

in which peter b. parker just loves you so much! he needs you to know, in every way, he loves you… ( alt title — escape. )

who? — yan. peter b. parker x fem! reader

general warnings! — dc written by a 17 year old! housewife-esque & pregnant reader ( 12 weeks pregnant ), yandere / obsessive behavior directed towards the reader, ( i do not condone yandere / obsessive behavior at all. ), and non canon for into the spider verse & across the spider verse! dni if uncomfortable with any themes being written or with minor writing!

nsfw warnings! — pet names, whiny / whimpery / brief sub peter parker, begging ( m. & f. ) breeding kink, hair pulling ( m. receiving ), premature ejaculation, fingering ( f. receiving ), brief finger sucking ( m. receiving ), intimate hand holding & eye contact during sex, grinding / groping, praise ( m. & f. receiving ), squirting, creampie ( f. receiving ).

note! — by clicking read more, you’re agreeing to read dc or nsfw. my tag list and requests are open or, you can enjoy my y! peter b parker x f! reader x y! miguel o’hara fic! please like, comment & reblog <3

peter couldn’t believe how pretty you are.

gazing at you, the bustle of new york seems to fit you well, bringing a glow he would see when he shuts his eyes at night.

he dreams of you, the way you glance around, the way you seem to think of everything and nothing at all, the soft smile you gifted him, the way you smell, everything.

he felt so much joy seeing you, his pretty girl, sitting in his spacious apartment, waiting for him after a hard day of work and saving people. the way you’d greet him with a slight smile and dinner sitting on the table making his heart ( and cock! ) throb. the way you bustle around in the kitchen with a swelling stomach made him feel warm and fuzzy.

the rush of doing his job or being spider man — was nothing compared to the one he knew when you looped your arms around his waist and kissed him on the cheek as he did the dishes after dinner. it certainly did not compare to the way you beckon him to follow you to the bedroom with a playful glance.

he loves you. he truly does. ( he wishes you feel the same. )

he chases after you desperately, the thumping of feet on the wood making you laugh from the bed. he kneels in front of you, caressing your calves before trailing upwards. your eyes crinkle as he pushes past the shirt ( his shirt ) that covers your stomach that swells from your child. his hands cup the bare sides as he nuzzles you.

“hello there, little one. i hope you haven’t been giving your mom a hard time today. we love you a lot but we would appreciate if you weren’t kicking her and making her sore. i–”

the way your hand strokes his hair as he rambles on about his day makes him purr, his ears heating up as he chokes.

he peers up at you as your smile turns mischievous. the look sends shivers down his spine, making him clear his throat before he slowly unfolds from the kneel. he takes in the sight in front of him. his knees ache from his brief time on the floor.

( his heart hurts even more. )

“hi.”

he awkwardly greets. he sits besides you for the briefest moments before he pulls you on top of him to place the softest kisses on your face, the odd sensation causing you to snort. you greet him back with a murmur and chase his lips. he pulls back, grasping your face with such delicacy as tears well in your eyes at being denied affection. he studies your face for the longest time, the tears that wet your lashes, the tears make your eyes shine in the dim new york glow that peers past the curtains.

he gives you the same smile he gifted you this morning as he wipes away the tears with soft fingers.

“i love you.”

the words fall and he kisses you as if you held the last breath of air he could take. the contrast of the way he holds you and the kisses makes you reel — it makes you swoon.

his hands grasp your face for a beat more before one moves to hold your back, and the other angles your face so he can slot closer to you. there’s no tongue, not yet at least, but the firm pressure speaks more than words could. so much more than anything else.

( he wants to breath you in, to remember the feel of your breath of his cheek as you kiss, to know how he feels is reciprocated. he wants you. he chokes on the words he can’t speak into air. )

he pulls away, leaving you dazed and both of your lips slightly swollen. his hand stroke a soothing back and forth on your spine over the shirt as he pets your face. the shaky exhale gifted by you makes him so hard. he nuzzles into you, both his hands moving to your hips and brings you more firmly onto his lap, onto his hard on under his sweatpants, despite your protests of being heavy, pete! under light laughter.

he chuckles, his rebuttal of spider strength brushing your neck raising the thin hair on your skin. “besides, what kinda man do you take me for, hm? don’t you remember that anniversary dinner… the one were you tied me up and you sat on my–”

he pulls away from your neck. as he speaks, he grinds into you, smiling at the gasp you let out. “the one were you sat on my face and came twice — oh, oh, fuck, baby. please, just like that.” his hands wander away from your hip, exploring your thighs and ass. he seemed to like the way you tug on his hair, his grip tightening and hip jumping once, twice!

the whine he let out must excite you too, the smell of your arousal causing his head to spin as he begs you to pull more, please, please, sweetheart! fuck! want you to pull harder! as he peppers your face and neck with kisses.

( he can’t believe you’re with him years after school. him! loser parker from high school that got shoved into lockers by flash thompson and was bullied relentlessly. and you — pretty, kissable you. you, his english partner for a month. the girl who gained his heart within weeks of knowing. )

his breathing stutters as he gropes your ass, his come ruining his sweats. he whimpers slightly at the feeling, tears building in his eyes. you croon, hands no longer pulling his hair but rather petting, the motions soothing as he catches his breath.

“i–i’m sorry! i didn’t mean–”

“you did good, pete. don’t apologize, baby. i’m sure that today was stressful for you.”

his eyes were hazy as he glances up at you, his beautiful wife straddling him. guilt floods him as he realizes you had yet to come. hands coming up to support your neck and back, he gently flips the position to where he can see you and pleasure you. his fingers slip past your damp underwear, the both of you sighing. his thumb rubs your clit with just the right pressure to have your back arching gently with the gentle pace he sets after a minute. he marvels at how wet you are, the sound of your whimpering competing with the way his fingers fuck into you.

his cock swells in his sweatpants, straining against his cooling come but he focuses on you, your pleasure.

( how he often thinks of this moment. he thinks of how the sound of new york fades when he beholds you, and the smell of you and him fills the room. the way the light that frames you as if it were drawn to you, a sculpture come to life. oh, how he knew pygmalion felt as he gazes upon you. galatea and pygmalion reborn. how he worships you, the only woman in his life. )

he feels the way you lose the tension in your body as he praises you for taking him so beautifully, making him feel so good. your desperate cries rise in pitch before you crest, riding your orgasm with him keeping the same pace till you squirm away. he lets out a huff of amusement before he pulls his fingers out, sucking on your release.

“gonna eat you out later, baby. can i–?”

a quick nod and he tugs down his sweats and rubs your clit with the weeping head of his cock, the sensitivity of your orgasm causing a whine to pull from you. he shushes you gently, a small smile on his face quelling your huffs. he slides into you, bracing himself over you when he’s fully in.

he holds eye contact with you, one hand reaching for your own, the grip tight. tight enough to where one would wince. but you didn’t make a sound, fluttering your eyelashes at him instead as he fucks you with practiced thrusts, soft whimpers and panting passing his lips. you never leave him wanting, as he sees you start to drool slightly.

“my good girl. you’re so so pretty, full of my cock. i want– want you full of me, sweetheart, fuck. want children with you, as many as you want! after this one, let’s have one more– i know you—shit! you’re squeezing me so tight.”

his praise, paired up with his cock hitting that spot made your mouth drop open with a soundless wail. you clamp down so tightly on him, forcing his hips to slow as you squirt for him. the sight of you being cockdrunk, the tears falling in your eyes, had him groaning. his hips find the tempo he lost as the warmth in his stomach seemed to crawl up his spine, removing any thoughts not pertaining to you from his brain.

his hips still, the space between your hips nonexistent as he comes deep into you. he rests his forehead against yours as he struggles to think. breathes intermingling with each other, all he can do is coo at you, hands brushing your hair, your arms soothingly. your eyes, heavy with sleep, hold emotions you’re too tired to voice. he offers a lopsided smile as he slowly pulls out, his webs finding wipes. he cleans you first, gentle as your hips jolt from the sensation, then himself. he picks you up bridal style and heads to the bathroom to properly clean the both of you.

he kisses you once more, shutting his eyes in bliss.

“love you.”

“i love you too, sweetheart.”

when those words leave his mouth, he opens his eyes. his dingy apartment ceiling greets him. he rubs his eyes, dragging a hand down his face, his boxers damp.

“another dream.”

the heavy tone echoes and brings a frown to his lips.

( if you knew what was going through his head, would you hate him? the thought of keeping you here with him is a never ending mantra that creeps into his everyday life. )

you would. the woman he dreams of holding every night never his to know. what a pair you two would make; the hero and the civilian, spider man and an average living woman. just peter b. parker and the woman he’s been stalking for years, the gap between the two and his want for you growing with every minute that ticks by.

but maybe tonight, he can make dreams a reality.

rey speaks! — he’s sooooo delulu. ( i am too. ) did ya’ll like that lil twist, hehe? or did you see it a mile away? quick question, should i keep the google doc spacing or delete it and bring the text closer?

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love series ( yan! peter b. parker x fem! reader x yan! miguel o’hara ) 

series description: in which you’re the only one for peter and miguel. a three part series that focus on their obsession from the start to the end. 

lust. — a glimpse of before.

love. — their love boils over.

hate. — the future.

escape ( yan! peter b parker, solo fic )

fic description: peter loves you so much! he needs you to know, in every way, he loves you…  

mouse in a trap ( dark! satoru gojo x fem! reader x dark! suguru geto, au ) 

fic description: as the head secretary of ceo satoru gojo and coo suguru geto, you’re tasked with serving your bosses to the best of your abilities. even in their office after hours, even if it means going out of your comfort zone. 

toy series ( dark! caleb xia x fem! reader )

series description: did you really think that after everything you’ve done, he wouldn’t punish you?

tease. — being a tease has consequences, didn’t you know?

consequences. — your first punishment is over. are you ready for the next part?

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in which peter b. parker just loves you so much! he needs you to know, in every way, he loves you… ( alt title — escape. )

who? — yan. peter b. parker x fem! reader

general warnings! — dc written by a 17 year old! housewife-esque & pregnant reader ( 12 weeks pregnant ), yandere / obsessive behavior directed towards the reader, ( i do not condone yandere / obsessive behavior at all. ), and non canon for into the spider verse & across the spider verse! dni if uncomfortable with any themes being written or with minor writing!

nsfw warnings! — pet names, whiny / whimpery / brief sub peter parker, begging ( m. & f. ) breeding kink, hair pulling ( m. receiving ), premature ejaculation, fingering ( f. receiving ), brief finger sucking ( m. receiving ), intimate hand holding & eye contact during sex, grinding / groping, praise ( m. & f. receiving ), squirting, creampie ( f. receiving ).

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peter couldn’t believe how pretty you are.

gazing at you, the bustle of new york seems to fit you well, bringing a glow he would see when he shuts his eyes at night.

he dreams of you, the way you glance around, the way you seem to think of everything and nothing at all, the soft smile you gifted him, the way you smell, everything.

he felt so much joy seeing you, his pretty girl, sitting in his spacious apartment, waiting for him after a hard day of work and saving people. the way you’d greet him with a slight smile and dinner sitting on the table making his heart ( and cock! ) throb. the way you bustle around in the kitchen with a swelling stomach made him feel warm and fuzzy.

the rush of doing his job or being spider man — was nothing compared to the one he knew when you looped your arms around his waist and kissed him on the cheek as he did the dishes after dinner. it certainly did not compare to the way you beckon him to follow you to the bedroom with a playful glance.

he loves you. he truly does. ( he wishes you feel the same. )

he chases after you desperately, the thumping of feet on the wood making you laugh from the bed. he kneels in front of you, caressing your calves before trailing upwards. your eyes crinkle as he pushes past the shirt ( his shirt ) that covers your stomach that swells from your child. his hands cup the bare sides as he nuzzles you.

“hello there, little one. i hope you haven’t been giving your mom a hard time today. we love you a lot but we would appreciate if you weren’t kicking her and making her sore. i–”

the way your hand strokes his hair as he rambles on about his day makes him purr, his ears heating up as he chokes.

he peers up at you as your smile turns mischievous. the look sends shivers down his spine, making him clear his throat before he slowly unfolds from the kneel. he takes in the sight in front of him. his knees ache from his brief time on the floor.

( his heart hurts even more. )

“hi.”

he awkwardly greets. he sits besides you for the briefest moments before he pulls you on top of him to place the softest kisses on your face, the odd sensation causing you to snort. you greet him back with a murmur and chase his lips. he pulls back, grasping your face with such delicacy as tears well in your eyes at being denied affection. he studies your face for the longest time, the tears that wet your lashes, the tears make your eyes shine in the dim new york glow that peers past the curtains.

he gives you the same smile he gifted you this morning as he wipes away the tears with soft fingers.

“i love you.”

the words fall and he kisses you as if you held the last breath of air he could take. the contrast of the way he holds you and the kisses makes you reel — it makes you swoon.

his hands grasp your face for a beat more before one moves to hold your back, and the other angles your face so he can slot closer to you. there’s no tongue, not yet at least, but the firm pressure speaks more than words could. so much more than anything else.

( he wants to breath you in, to remember the feel of your breath of his cheek as you kiss, to know how he feels is reciprocated. he wants you. he chokes on the words he can’t speak into air. )

he pulls away, leaving you dazed and both of your lips slightly swollen. his hand stroke a soothing back and forth on your spine over the shirt as he pets your face. the shaky exhale gifted by you makes him so hard. he nuzzles into you, both his hands moving to your hips and brings you more firmly onto his lap, onto his hard on under his sweatpants, despite your protests of being heavy, pete! under light laughter.

he chuckles, his rebuttal of spider strength brushing your neck raising the thin hair on your skin. “besides, what kinda man do you take me for, hm? don’t you remember that anniversary dinner… the one were you tied me up and you sat on my–”

he pulls away from your neck. as he speaks, he grinds into you, smiling at the gasp you let out. “the one were you sat on my face and came twice — oh, oh, fuck, baby. please, just like that.” his hands wander away from your hip, exploring your thighs and ass. he seemed to like the way you tug on his hair, his grip tightening and hip jumping once, twice!

the whine he let out must excite you too, the smell of your arousal causing his head to spin as he begs you to pull more, please, please, sweetheart! fuck! want you to pull harder! as he peppers your face and neck with kisses.

( he can’t believe you’re with him years after school. him! loser parker from high school that got shoved into lockers by flash thompson and was bullied relentlessly. and you — pretty, kissable you. you, his english partner for a month. the girl who gained his heart within weeks of knowing. )

his breathing stutters as he gropes your ass, his come ruining his sweats. he whimpers slightly at the feeling, tears building in his eyes. you croon, hands no longer pulling his hair but rather petting, the motions soothing as he catches his breath.

“i–i’m sorry! i didn’t mean–”

“you did good, pete. don’t apologize, baby. i’m sure that today was stressful for you.”

his eyes were hazy as he glances up at you, his beautiful wife straddling him. guilt floods him as he realizes you had yet to come. hands coming up to support your neck and back, he gently flips the position to where he can see you and pleasure you. his fingers slip past your damp underwear, the both of you sighing. his thumb rubs your clit with just the right pressure to have your back arching gently with the gentle pace he sets after a minute. he marvels at how wet you are, the sound of your whimpering competing with the way his fingers fuck into you.

his cock swells in his sweatpants, straining against his cooling come but he focuses on you, your pleasure.

( how he often thinks of this moment. he thinks of how the sound of new york fades when he beholds you, and the smell of you and him fills the room. the way the light that frames you as if it were drawn to you, a sculpture come to life. oh, how he knew pygmalion felt as he gazes upon you. galatea and pygmalion reborn. how he worships you, the only woman in his life. )

he feels the way you lose the tension in your body as he praises you for taking him so beautifully, making him feel so good. your desperate cries rise in pitch before you crest, riding your orgasm with him keeping the same pace till you squirm away. he lets out a huff of amusement before he pulls his fingers out, sucking on your release.

“gonna eat you out later, baby. can i–?”

a quick nod and he tugs down his sweats and rubs your clit with the weeping head of his cock, the sensitivity of your orgasm causing a whine to pull from you. he shushes you gently, a small smile on his face quelling your huffs. he slides into you, bracing himself over you when he’s fully in.

he holds eye contact with you, one hand reaching for your own, the grip tight. tight enough to where one would wince. but you didn’t make a sound, fluttering your eyelashes at him instead as he fucks you with practiced thrusts, soft whimpers and panting passing his lips. you never leave him wanting, as he sees you start to drool slightly.

“my good girl. you’re so so pretty, full of my cock. i want– want you full of me, sweetheart, fuck. want children with you, as many as you want! after this one, let’s have one more– i know you—shit! you’re squeezing me so tight.”

his praise, paired up with his cock hitting that spot made your mouth drop open with a soundless wail. you clamp down so tightly on him, forcing his hips to slow as you squirt for him. the sight of you being cockdrunk, the tears falling in your eyes, had him groaning. his hips find the tempo he lost as the warmth in his stomach seemed to crawl up his spine, removing any thoughts not pertaining to you from his brain.

his hips still, the space between your hips nonexistent as he comes deep into you. he rests his forehead against yours as he struggles to think. breathes intermingling with each other, all he can do is coo at you, hands brushing your hair, your arms soothingly. your eyes, heavy with sleep, hold emotions you’re too tired to voice. he offers a lopsided smile as he slowly pulls out, his webs finding wipes. he cleans you first, gentle as your hips jolt from the sensation, then himself. he picks you up bridal style and heads to the bathroom to properly clean the both of you.

he kisses you once more, shutting his eyes in bliss.

“love you.”

“i love you too, sweetheart.”

when those words leave his mouth, he opens his eyes. his dingy apartment ceiling greets him. he rubs his eyes, dragging a hand down his face, his boxers damp.

“another dream.”

the heavy tone echoes and brings a frown to his lips.

( if you knew what was going through his head, would you hate him? the thought of keeping you here with him is a never ending mantra that creeps into his everyday life. )

you would. the woman he dreams of holding every night never his to know. what a pair you two would make; the hero and the civilian, spider man and an average living woman. just peter b. parker and the woman he’s been stalking for years, the gap between the two and his want for you growing with every minute that ticks by.

but maybe tonight, he can make dreams a reality.

rey speaks! — he’s sooooo delulu. ( i am too. ) did ya’ll like that lil twist, hehe? or did you see it a mile away? quick question, should i keep the google doc spacing or delete it and bring the text closer?

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pls m begging for more yandere peter b and miguel

PLEASE ( here’s a sneak peek the peter b & miguel aftermath of love wink. ) —non related peter b fic sneak peek bc i love him. survey for peter fic pov here!

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i am indeed in your head!! NOW LETS DO DP READER (sunshine baby) AND (grumpy ass) MIGUEL! the chaos that would fester would be beautiful~

trust me when i say this, anon. i most definitely will. love this troupe sm.

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ever think about fem dead pool reader x miguel? like they’re so silly and annoying that miguel just has to put them in their place

anon… are you in my brain rn?? i’ve been dwelling on fem! deadpool! reader x miguel since i saw a few tiktoks and i! i love them so much. they’re one of my fav grumpy x sarcastic / sunshine i’ve ever seen. <3 might make a fic when the sequel of love is released !!

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( almost deleted my request info—oops. )

hi there! the sequel and prequel of love ( in which you’re the only one for peter and miguel ) is currently in the works! <3 the sequel is subsequently titled lust and is playing second fiddle to the prequel / aftermath which is named hatred.

have a sneak peek of it!

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@s1xthirty ( giggling over your tags, thank you so much for your support <3 )

in which you’re the only one for peter and miguel. ( alt title — lover. )

who? — yan! peter b. parker x fem! reader x yan! miguel o’hara.

general warnings! — dc written by a 17 year old! dni if uncomfortable with any themes written or with a minor writing! yandere / obsessive behavior towards the reader ( i do not condone yandere / obessive behavior at all. ) and non canon to the across the spider verse movie!

nsfw warning! — oral ( f. receiving ), pet names, degrading / condescending praise, praise, finger sucking (m. receiving ), implied overstimulation, implied breeding kink, poly relationship, eager switch / sub & slightly mean / condescending dom dynamic ( peter b. parker & miguel o’hara ).

note! — by clicking read more, you’re agreeing to read dc or nsfw. might make a part two / series based off this! my atsv / general tag list is open if ya’ll enjoyed this.

heavy puffs escape your mouth as you writhe in his grasp.

“f - fuck, peter! pete, stop! i - i can’t!”

his mouth was persistent, licking your clit and dipping into your entrance, desperate for your slick — his lifeline. your protests didn’t register in peter’s mind until miguel pauses, yanking peter away from your aching cunt.

“slow down.”

the words were snarled, barely understandable from being pushed from gritted teeth —fangs, which shone in the light. peter gripped your thighs, nuzzling the inner thigh area as an apology, placing kisses and soft bites, marking the area.

“oh, sweetheart. you look so pretty for us, right, peter?”

“mhm.”

peter hums against you. the sensation of soft lips on you made you even more wet, your thighs trying to shut with no avail. the motion drew both’s attention. miguel smiles down at you, the expression more of a sneer as his fingers swipe at your arousal. keeping eye contact with you, the older spider-man offered the fingers to peter, who sucked on them greedily, the slurping noise lewd and loud.

the action made your head spin, mouth agape as you see his pink tongue dart around the pointer, seemingly repeating the same actions that happened to you mere minutes ago.

“good girl.”

the praise bestowed onto you from miguel was always sparse but it didn’t matter to your pleasure addled mind. in fact, it was one of the many things that miguel seemed to know — how to push your buttons at the right time.

peter hums contently, releasing miguel’s fingers with a pop.

“tastes good.. but i want more.” peter’s whiny declaration drew yelp from your throat, trying to squirm away from the threat of another orgasm.

“no no no more please.” you chant desperately, begging to miguel with tears in your eyes, voice breaking. smiling sympathetically at you, miguel strokes your head, eyes heavy lidded. you knew better than to believe his stupidly honey words and soft touches with those eyes — the same damn eyes he gave you as you protested being anywhere near his friends ( where they friends or merely coworkers? ) but the gesture was so nice, so soothing and reminded you of before.

and so, you lean into the touch, a whimper escaping you as peter kisses a calf that was slung over his shoulder.

“but, darling, peter hasn’t had his fill. you wouldn’t want to make him sad, would you?” there was a hum from said male before miguel continued on. “and i enjoy seeing you like this — laid out before me, whiny, needy. you’re such a good little whore for us, you know?”

despair fills your eyes, fills your tears that he wipes away with a grin.

“don’t worry, my love. we’ll take good care of you. you’re going to be carrying our children one day, after all.”

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— dni! minors (17 and under), racists && xenophobes, pro - israel, anti - LGBTQ+, anti - dark accounts ect.  i will block those who violate these rules. block me if you believe you should, i am not here to antagonize you or deal with hate. 

— fandoms! l&ds is occupying my mind atm. animes: jjk, hq, hxh, bnha. movies/shows: mcu, tvd/to && atsv! ask me about a fandom and i’ll look into it! 

— won’ts! necr*philia, piss && scat, vomit && gore, raceplay, ect. if i see a request that contains something not on this list but i’m hesitant to write, i will dm you or post about it! 

— ps! i won’t write for canon minors, i will write for timeskip if there is any. 

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OOOOO part two is a must have i loveddddd miguel and peter

hi, anon! tysm for the compliment, trust me when i say part two’s in the works! <3 miguel & peter were so funny in the movie ( + i have a thing for dilfs. )

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in which you’re the only one for peter and miguel. ( alt title — love. )

who? — yan! peter b. parker x fem! reader x yan! miguel o’hara.

general warnings! — dni if uncomfortable with any themes written or with a minor writing! yandere / obsessive behavior towards the reader ( i do not condone yandere / obessive behavior at all. ) and non canon to the across the spider verse movie!

nsfw warnings? — oral ( f. receiving ), pet names, degrading / condescending praise, praise, finger sucking (m. receiving ), implied overstimulation, implied breeding kink, poly relationship, eager switch / sub & slightly mean / condescending dom dynamic ( peter b. parker & miguel o’hara ).

note! — by clicking read more, you’re agreeing to read dc or nsfw. part two’s coming in maybe a month! my atsv / general tag list is open along with my requests! or enjoy my peter b parker fic! please like, comment and reblog. <3

heavy puffs escape your mouth as you writhe in his grasp.

“f - fuck, peter! pete, stop! i - i can’t!”

his mouth was persistent, licking your clit and dipping into your entrance, desperate for your slick — his lifeline. your protests didn’t register in peter’s mind until miguel pauses, yanking peter away from your aching cunt.

“slow down.”

the words were snarled, barely understandable from being pushed from gritted teeth —fangs, which shone in the light. peter gripped your thighs, nuzzling the inner thigh area as an apology, placing kisses and soft bites, marking the area.

“oh, sweetheart. you look so pretty for us, right, peter?”

“mhm.”

peter hums against you. the sensation of soft lips on you made you even more wet, your thighs trying to shut with no avail. the motion drew both’s attention. miguel smiles down at you, the expression more of a sneer as his fingers swipe at your arousal. keeping eye contact with you, the older spider-man offered the fingers to peter, who sucked on them greedily, the slurping noise lewd and loud.

the action made your head spin, mouth agape as you see his pink tongue dart around the pointer, seemingly repeating the same actions that happened to you mere minutes ago.

“good girl.”

the praise bestowed onto you from miguel was always sparse but it didn’t matter to your pleasure addled mind. in fact, it was one of the many things that miguel seemed to know — how to push your buttons at the right time.

peter hums contently, releasing miguel’s fingers with a pop.

“tastes good.. but i want more.” peter’s whiny declaration drew yelp from your throat, trying to squirm away from the threat of another orgasm.

“no no no more please.” you chant desperately, begging to miguel with tears in your eyes, voice breaking. smiling sympathetically at you, miguel strokes your head, eyes heavy lidded. you knew better than to believe his stupidly honey words and soft touches with those eyes — the same damn eyes he gave you as you protested being anywhere near his friends ( where they friends or merely coworkers? ) but the gesture was so nice, so soothing and reminded you of before.

and so, you lean into the touch, a whimper escaping you as peter kisses a calf that was slung over his shoulder.

“but, darling, peter hasn’t had his fill. you wouldn’t want to make him sad, would you?” there was a hum from said male before miguel continued on. “and i enjoy seeing you like this — laid out before me, whiny, needy. you’re such a good little whore for us, you know?”

despair fills your eyes, fills your tears that he wipes away with a grin.

“don’t worry, my love. we’ll take good care of you. you’re going to be carrying our children one day, after all.”

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