cw: explicit smut, toji eats you out on the phone w/ shiu.
Toji’s got you spread out on the living room couch, one leg hooked over the backrest, the other pushed up and out by the iron grip of his forearm. Your shorts and panties are long gone—crumpled somewhere on the floor—and his broad shoulders keep you pinned open.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table. He didn’t even pause—just reached over with one lazy hand, thumbed it to speaker, and answered without lifting his head. “Yeah?” Voice rough, muffled against your pussy.
Shiu’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Yo, you busy? Got a job lead, need to talk details. You free to call?”
Toji dragged his tongue up slow circling your clit with the tip before sucking it into his mouth hard enough to make your back arch off the couch. You slapped a hand over your own mouth to muffle the whimper.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with you, breath hot against your throbbing cunt. “Yeah,” he drawled casually, “I’m free. Just eatin’. What’s up?”
Shiu snorted on the other end. “Eatin’? This late? You order takeout or somethin’?” Toji’s tongue flicked out again lapping at your entrance before plunging inside, fucking you with slow, deep strokes. Your thighs trembled around his head, pussy soaking his face. “Somethin’ like that,” Toji muttered, voice thick, lips brushing your clit with every word. “Tastes perfect. Real fuckin’ good.”
You whined and despite your best efforts the sound carried. Shiu paused. “…You good, man? Sounds like you’re multitasking.”
Toji laughed as he sucked your clit again, hard, popping off with a wet sound that was obscene even over the phone. “Yeah,” he rasped, dragging his tongue flat up your slit one more time, slow enough to make your eyes roll back. “Just… enjoying my meal. Keep talkin’.”
Shiu sighed, clearly suspicious but too used to Toji’s bullshit to push. “Alright, whatever. So the job’s in Shibuya—client wants it quiet, double the pay if we wrap by Friday—”
Toji hummed like he was listening, but his mouth never stopped. One thick finger slid inside you—then two making your thighs squeeze around him harder. You were dripping down his chin, soaking the collar of his shirt. He didn’t care. Just kept eating like your pussy was the only thing on his mind while Shiu droned on about payout and timelines. “—you in or what?” Shiu finished.
Toji pulled back just long enough to answer, lips swollen, “Mhm,” he finally grunts into the phone, voice lazy. “Double’s good. Send me the location.”
He dives back in without missing a beat—tongue fucking into you deep while his thumb circles your clit in tight, relentless little strokes. Shiu keeps talking logistics—times, entry points, cleanup—none the wiser. Toji responds in short, gruff sentences, each one punctuated by another long lick or a slow suck that makes your hips buck against his face.
Then Shiu pauses. “Yo… what the hell are you eating over there? Sounds like it tastes fuckin’ good. You got some gourmet shit or what?”
Toji laughs against your pussy, “Yeah. Real fuckin’ good. Best meal I’ve had in a while.” You’re mortified and soaked and you feel like you about to fucking cum with Shiu on the phone. Shiu laughs. “Man, save some for me next time. Sounds like you’re enjoying the hell outta that.” He laughs slurping louder, “Nah, I ain’t sharing’.”
Toji’s thumb presses harder on your clit—once, twice—and you can’t hold it back anymore. A muffled moan slips past your fingers. Toji’s grip on your hip tightens in warning, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets meaner—tongue plunging deeper, lips sealing around your clit and sucking hard. “Gotta go,” he mutters into the phone, voice rough. “Food’s gettin’ cold.”
He hangs up before Shiu can say another word, tossing the phone onto the mattress like it’s nothing. Then both hands are on you—gripping your ass, spreading you wider, burying his face so deep you feel his nose pressed against you.
Tongue and fingers work in tandem—curling inside you while his mouth devours your clit. You come hard, screaming his name into the sheets, thighs clamping around his head as you shake and gush against his tongue.
Toji doesn’t let up even after you come, thighs clamped around his ears and your whole body twitching. He cleans up every drop, long, dragging licks from your oversensitive entrance back up to your swollen bud. You can barely form words. Your hand’s still clamped over your mouth even though the call’s long dead, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat.
He crawls up your body, caging you in, lips brushing yours so you could taste yourself on him. “Shiu’s right,” he murmurs, “You do taste fuckin’ good.”
a/n: bro I’m actually becoming too obsessed w toji
MDNI - 18+ノWARNINGS :: timeskip kenma x fem!reader, kenmas chat being freaks, sub reader, dom kenma, begging, praise, filming, mentions of onlyfans, doggy style, implied overstimulation, cervix fucking mention, camera recording sex + more. total wc :: 800+
DAY SEVENTEEN - FILMINGノm.list ノkinktober m.list
It isn't like Kenma didn't have the money. Quite the opposite, in fact, if you wanted, you could stop working right there and then, and he would be able to support both of you. Being a famous YouTuber had its perks and paid him more than enough.
That's when it happened.
He was in the middle of playing a shonky horror game, that's what Kenma called it, before he got jump scared, pausing the game, when you walked into the room. You tell him you were heading off to bed, giving him a slow and deep kiss, your fingers slightly running through his hair that he left out today, before leaving him. "Good night, baby," you murmur against his lips before leaving.
An insane flood of messages flooded into the chat, so fast that he couldn't even process what they were all talking about or saying. There was a mixture of responses ranging from:
youregettingclippedkenma
absolutely INSANE work
dynastymeow
hes defo hard rn
kenmasleftthumb
nah bc that kiss looked too real wtf 😭
sugawaraluvr
“goodnight, baby” I FELT THAT IN MY SOUL 😩
nekosupremacy
someone pls tell me why my screen is fogging up 😭😭
blushinglibero
KENMA YOU JUST GONNA SIT THERE AFTER THAT???
Then there was one bold comment that made him choke on air, and he sat up from his chair and looked to his other monitor, eyes so close to the chat.
nottafreakiswear:
hear me out on this kenma, your gf + you... onlyfans...?
"What did this loser just say?" he mumbles to himself, but he was fighting the soft pink tinge that was coating his cheeks.
volleybabe69
the way she played with his hair… lord have mercy
xxmitsukittyxx
pause the game? nah pause my HEART
hinatasimpclub
this man’s living in my dream scenario rn 🧍♀️
streamerkk
bro’s tryna act normal but his EYES SAID EVERYTHING 😭
puffypaws420
“shonky horror game” ok but the REAL horror is how single i am after seeing that 😩
kneecaps4kenma
tell me he’s not adjusting in his chair rn 😭😭😭😭
And for some reason, everyone completely missed it! No one was even paying attention to that singular message that popped up and disappeared from the next mass amount of chats popping up. He slumps back into his chair, placing his headphones down momentarily next to his keyboard before running a hand through his deul coloured hair, letting out a sigh.
Maybe... the idea isn't too bad...
So that's where you are now, completely open to the idea that Kenma proposed. He wasn't in any better state than you, a moaning and whimpering mess, both of you. Kenma's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, slow thrusts into your cunt as he holds his phone to capture how your ass is squishing against his pelvis, and the deep curve of your spine.
You're on your knees while your breasts are tight up agasint the mattress, and your head stuffed agasint the sheets, trying to muffle your moans as his cock fills your cunt up to the brim. Your hands grip the silky sheets while breathy whimpers leave your swollen lips, your knees shaking as well.
Kenma's hands tighten on the fat of your hip, thumb rubbing agasint the side of your ass soothingly. "Good girl," he praises, and you moan in response, being incoherent to say any words in reply, completely exhausted. "Taking me so well, look at you."
He moves the camera momentarily close to your cunt, sucking every inch of his cock as he deeply rolls his hips into you. Kenma can feel how your walls are clenching him tightly, desperate for a release that he isn't giving you. You don't think you could take it anymore.
"Please, baby," you beg, your cunt fluttering around his cock as you tighten around him indefinitely. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick thrust so perfectly up into your cunt. "I need to- Hah- Please."
"C'mon pretty," he says, His thrusts speed up and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow, causing you to whimper in overstimulation, but Kenma helped it, his hips continuing to rut into yours, helping you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own.
With a deep moan, his hips slam tight agasint yours, his cum spilling deep within you. Slowly, he takes his length out of your cunt, a whimper befalling your lips, and he lowers the camera. He spreads your folds, cum dribbling out your trembling hole, the camera capturing everything, even how he slides two of his fingers back inside, pushing his seed inside you.
"Fuck," he murmurs. "Baby, please, let us watch over this together."
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★ summary: a new little black dress leads to you being late for your annual celebration dinner. steve can’t find it within himself to regret it
★ pairing: steve harrington x reader
★ warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, unprotected sex, quickie, rough sex, spanking, breeding kink, allusions to past violence, scars
★ word count: 2.8k
★ notes: this lowkey made me cry it was supposed to just be horny why am i choking down sobs
Steve Harrington was a high-maintenance boyfriend; he’d be the first to admit it. He took too long in the bathroom, changed his outfit more times than you did, and used all of your hairspray instead of buying his own. Tonight was no different; the crackle of the record that needed to be flipped echoed through the room. You were putting in an earring with one hand and slipping on your heels with the other. Nancy would kill you if you guys were late.
It was the annual ‘We Saved Hawkins and No One Knows, And All We Got Was PTSD As A Thanks’ party. Maybe you and Steve added your own words to the end there, but it didn’t really matter. It was unspoken between you all.
“Steve.” You yelled through the door; you could hear the strategic sprays of aerosol and his brush clanging against the sink.
“One sec.” His voice grumbled out, a bite in his tone.
You rolled your eyes, adjusting the top of your dress. A black tie number with a little more cleavage than necessary. Max helped you pick it out last week, saying, “I’d never wear it, so you should probably buy it. Besides, it’s on Steve’s dime.” You unfortunately agreed, helping her pick out a new pair of Converse.
Your wrist twisted, the watch signaling that Steve had no less than ten minutes if you wanted to make it on time for your Enzo’s reservations.
Your heels clacked against the floor when you sauntered over, banging on your shared bathroom door. “Your second is up, Harrington. I’m sure your hair looks the same way it does every day.”
Another spritz of hairspray. He was single-handedly ruining the ozone layer, you were sure of it.
“I don’t appreciate your tone.” He hollered back, a loud sigh echoing in the room.
You jiggled the doorknob, scoffing when it didn’t budge. “Did you lock me out?”
“What if I were naked?” He barked back.
“Oh my god, be serious.” Another aggressive jingle of the knob. “I see you naked almost every day. Don’t lock me out of my own bathroom.”
“Uh, our bathroom.” He yelled, swinging the door open. “Can you help me fix the back? And my tie-”
His mouth stopped working when he finally looked down, eyes widening. “Oh.” That was all he said, his eyes glued to the fabric clinging to every one of your curves. Unabashedly undressing you with his eyes. You knew that look; you could see the playful smirk twitch on his lips. Something swirling in your brown eyed lover.
You spoke before he got the chance, “Nope. Nope, come on, we need to leave.”
His arm came up, bracing himself against the doorway. Eyes staring down into your chest, not even bothering to hide it. “That new?”
“Yes, I got it the other day. I put it on the card.” You breathed out, irritated at his nonchalant attitude.
“You should go back. Buy one in every color.” He stalked forward, pressing his body against yours.
Your hands came up to stop him, palms resting on his dress shirt you ironed this morning. The top few buttons were undone, his chest hair poking out the top, making your mouth water. You ignored the way his hard chest felt against your hands. “Get your tie. We need to leave. Your hair looks fine, baby.”
He hummed like he wasn’t even listening, which he probably wasn’t. He had a one-track mind, and the train had already left the station. His hands covered yours, “Baby.” His voice was deep, the same voice he used when he whispered filthy nothings in your ears, when he begged you to keep going, or bossed you around.
“Steve….”
“You look so beautiful.”
Despite your irritation, you smiled, “Thank you, baby.”
Of course, Steve had to ruin the moment: “Bend over for me.”
You spluttered, “What?”
“You heard me.” He ordered, walking you backwards to the bed. His eyes hungry on yours, his teeth tugging his bottom lip.
“O-oh no. No, Steve Harrington, you are not making me late.”
Still, you let him spin you around, his hand tapping your hip. The hard-on in his slacks pressed against the back of your leg. Heat pooling in your stomach despite your protests.
“Top down, skirt up.” He ordered, his hand reaching down to unbuckle his belt. Metal scraping against metal.
“I just did my makeup.” You babbled, letting him push your lower back down anyway. His hands were warm and heavy against the satiny fabric of the dress. “Seriously, I’m not doing my hair again-”
His body pressed against yours, hands reaching around you to cup your tits harshly. His movements were fast, heavily practiced. He knew just how hard to grab, where to pinch to make you arch against him.
“Knew you weren’t wearing a fucking bra.” He scoffed, both of his hands pinching your hardened buds. The tingling feeling in your stomach making your jaw lax.
“Can’t with the dress.” You moaned, eyes fluttering shut.
“This fucking dress, baby.” He groaned, his mouth pressing kisses along your neck. His hand went up to run through your hair, your hand slapping him away.
“Not my hair, spent all day in curlers.” You grumbled, grinding your ass against him pathetically.
“Oh?” He let out a laugh, “Miss, ‘you’re not making me late’. Now look at you, grinding against me.”
“Fuck you.” You grumbled, cheeks flushing. He always did this, and you always gave in to it. How could you not?
“That’s what I’m trying to do.” He whistled, shoving his pants to his knees. “You gonna be a good girl?”
“Yes.” You mewled pathetically. All of your resolve flying out the window. The straps of your dress were pulled down in seconds, exposing your tits to the cold air. You flipped your skirt up for him, exposing the matching underwear.
“Oh fuck,” He stuttered, his eyes glued to the skimpy, lacy number he had never seen before. “Put this on the card, too, huh, baby?”
“Supposed to be a surprise for tonight, someone was impatient.” You wiggled your hips at him, bracing yourself on the bed properly. You were supposed to drink enough so that the heels no longer hurt your feet, then let Steve take you home. Letting him peel this dress off of you properly.
You felt the sting before you heard it, his open palm smacking your ass. A squeal tore from your throat, a red handprint decorating the skin. “Bet you’ve soaked through these, huh?” He asked, his hand coming up to test his theory, the damp fabric making a cruel laugh leave him. “Knew it, baby.”
“Steve..” You warned, not even having to point at the watch on your wrist. He wanted more time to cherish you, to show you just how much he loved this dress on you, but he was a little scared of Nancy when she was mad.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take good care of you.” He muttered, dragging the fabric down your legs. Your glistening cunt on full display for him. Bent over and ripe for the taking. You waited eagerly, hearing his cock spring free of his boxers. His hands came down on your ass, spreading your cheeks wide for him. A guttural moan leaves his mouth before he spits directly onto your open cunt. He grabbed his cock, rubbing the head through your folds, spreading the wetness around, not as if you needed it.
“Look at you. Always so fucking ready for me.” He hissed, slowly slipping his length inside you. Your warm walls suckling him in greedily. Your hands were twisting in the bed sheets, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
It felt like hours before he rolled his hips into you. His hands had a bruising grip on your hips as his thrusts took your breath away. There was no time for loving words or messy kisses. It was sounds of skin slapping loudly, tight grips, and choked moans. You could barely breathe, his cock puncturing so deeply inside you.
“So fucking quiet when you can feel my cock in your throat,” Steve grunted, his eyes watching the sway of your tits. Hands grabbed whatever he could reach. Your head lulled to the side, a part of you trying to keep your hair and makeup intact, the other side uncaring. When he was this deep inside you, you couldn't care less about anything else.
“Feel so good. Don’t stop.” You panted out, your legs going weak.
“Not gonna stop.” He grunted, another harsh slap to your ass, making you cry out his name. “Who’s fucking you this good? Huh?”
“You. Only you, baby.” Drool was escaping your mouth when his body pushed you further into the bed, his hand forcing you into an arch.
“Arch that back, baby, yeah. That’s my good girl.” He whispered, “Pussy always taking this cock.” Between the sting of your skin and his cock piercing you through the bed, your legs were trembling, barely holding yourself up as he slammed into you.
“Steve.” You cried; he didn’t even need to hear you ask. His hand slides between your legs, pressing into your clit harshly. Flicking and rubbing the swollen bud.
“This what you needed? Feel you squeezing me-god. You gonna cum? Gonna be a good girl and cum?” He goaded, “Let me hear you. Let me hear it.”
His heavy breaths against your ear made you fall slack, your orgasm hitting you with full force. Pathetic moans left your still perfectly painted lips, your cunt creaming around him.
“Holy shit.” He huffed, a guttural moan escaping his chest while he watched you. You squeezed him so tightly his hips stuttered, having to gain his footing to fuck into your fluttering cunt. “You’re such a good girl, baby.”
“Wanna make you cum.” You whined, “Need it, baby, please.”
“Yeah, you’re gonna take it like you always do.” He stuttered, his cock twitching deep inside you. His hips stilled, his release blooming deep inside you. He pressed even deeper into you, stuffing you to the brim.
“Keep it there. Keep it there, hold it baby.” He cooed, his own legs trembling as he plugged you full.
All you could do was take it, tears springing in the corner of your eyes. His body went limp against yours, pressing small kisses to the back of your neck. Both of you lost in the moment, coming down from your highs.
Your eyes sprang open when Steve hissed, “Oh fuck. They’re gonna kill us.”
“I told you.” You whined, still relishing the feeling of him deep between your folds.
“Don’t act like you’re not gonna miss me when I pull out.” He punched your hips, slipping himself out of you slowly.
“So full of yourself.”
“And you were just so full of me.” He teased, your arm coming back around to slap him while you lazily pulled each other's clothes back on.
You stood up on shaky legs, Steve helping hold you up. “Gimme a kiss.”
At this point, you’d still be late, both of you having to get ready again. You threaded your hands through his hair, kissing him quickly. “See, your hair still looks beautiful.” He smiled.
You pressed a soft kiss to the thick scar around his neck, the constant reminder of what you endured. The reason you all celebrated today.
“You’re beautiful. Now wash your hands and put your tie on.”
The two of you got ready faster than ever before. Finishing your lipstick and perfume in the car while Steve made a pitstop. Declaring we couldn’t walk in empty-handed.
That was how the two of you ended up pulling into the restaurant parking lot half an hour late, handfuls of apology bouquets in your arms. Each one was meticulously picked and overpriced.
“Oh, look who finally decided to show up.” Dustin started, his voice carrying through the restaurant the moment he spotted Steve’s hair.
“Shut up,” Steve grumbled, leaning down to hug the curly-haired boy.
You watched Nancy’s brows unfurl in annoyance when you walked to her, handing her the wrapped pink roses. “A reasonable reason to be late, I hope?” You smiled, your friend hugging you tightly. Her lip juts out, giving you the Wheeler puppy dog pout.
“I guess you get away with it, this time!” She laughed. You watched Steve hand Joyce her flowers, getting kissed on the cheek in thanks. Hopper side-eyed him playfully before pulling him into a bear hug.
“My girls.” You smiled, handing El and Max their own bouquets. Red for Max, and yellow for El. Pressing kisses to the tops of their heads. Lucas and Mike are throwing their hands up.
“And my boys.” You snickered, patting all their heads as you walked around the table.
“I w-was also gonna get you flowers.” Lucas stuttered; Max ignored him. She brought the flowers up to her nose, sniffing dramatically. “Y/n I love them.”
“Thank you.” El blushed.
“Why do the girls get flowers?” Mike's eyebrows furrowed.
“Uh, because we rock?” Robin laughed, leaving Steve’s hug. Her own blue flowers hanging from her hand. Steve picked hers out personally, keeping you held up in the aisle, comparing the blue and the purple.
“Yeah, I don’t know if that’s fair,” Dustin spoke up, the boys chiming up about the cruelty of being forgotten.
“You know you boys need to learn to treat the ladies in your life with respect like Steve.” Joyce awed, forcing every man in the room to give Steve a look. All he could do was shrug, his cheeks burning red.
Steve came behind you, pulling your jacket off for you and hanging it on your seat. “So the dress was a hit, huh?” Max leaned in, El leaning over Mike to listen in on precious girl talk.
“Oh yeah,” Steve spoke for you, a stupid, smug look on his face. He dropped the smirk, smiling sheepishly. All while the kids narrowed their eyes at him.
“Don’t be gross, Steven.” Max shivered in disgust while he pushed your chair in for you.
“Yeah, Steven.” You mocked, jumping when Robin came up behind you. Wrapping her arms around your neck.
You kissed her forearm, “I know you guys weren’t late picking out these flowers.” She whispered in your ear before heading back to her seat next to Vickie. All you could do was flip her off. Later, when you all met up at hers, you’d have to diligently remind her of all the times you walked in on her and Vickie at the radio station.
The dinner went off without a hitch. Embarrassing stories took their turns floating around the table, stories all of you’ve heard a hundred times still made your stomach hurt with laughter.
“Can I sip your wine?” Max whispered, not even looking you in the eyes while asking.
You subtly pushed the glass towards her, turning the other direction to have plausible deniability. Letting the nearly legal girl take a sip of the red wine, cringing when it went down.
“That tastes like shit.” She shivered, washing it down with her Coke.
You shrugged, “You’ll grow into it.”
You’ve seen these kids grow up in the blink of your eye. Sometimes it feels like just last week you and Steve were roped into the demodog hunt.
By the time the dessert was served, the mood had shifted. One of recollection and nostalgia. Unspoken memories lingering between every one of you. All of you full on good food and good company.
Hopper, ever the silent sentimental type, cleared his throat. Everyone’s attention is going to him. Joyce and El flanking his side.
“I don’t wanna ruin everyone’s dessert with a talk, so I’ll keep it short.” He started, holding his girls close to him.
“They’ll never know the things we did for the world, the things we lost,” Hopper said, staring lovingly at Joyce. “But we do. We remember, as much as we don’t want to. We bear the scars, the weight. I say this every year, but I would do it all over again to have all of you in our lives. Although I’d really rather not.”
The table erupted in laughter, El tearing up as she leaned into Hopper’s side. Joyce holding her boy’s hands. Max’s hand found yours underneath the table. Lucas squeezing her other one. Robin and Steve shared a fond look. The core four boys nod at each other in a silent reassurance. Dustin flipping Steve off behind Hopper’s back, a contrast to Nancy and Jonathan are holding each other close.
Mike cleared his throat, tapping his glass with his butter knife. Raising it in a mock toast. “To family.”
The action made tears spring to most of your eyes, Steve’s hand wrapping around your shoulders tighter. A subtle reminder that you were here, that you all made it out. Between the nightmares, Steve’s headaches, and your knee that ached in the cold, you got something out of it that can never be replaced: your family. You hated to agree with Hopper, you would do it all over again.
You raised your glass, and everyone followed suit. “To family.”
★ summary. what sex position do one piece men love? let's find out!
☆ pairings. luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, law x fem!reader
☆ contents. !smut! fem!reader, marathon sex (luffy), hair pulling, spanking, light degradation (zoro), breeding kink, light cockwarming (sanji), breast play (ace), manhandling, overstimulation (sabo), light choking, cum eating, manhandling (kid), cockwarming (killer), light choking, light degradation, incredibly light medical kink (law)
★ a/n. holy hell this has been rotting in my drafts for months now, sorry for any grammatical errors! i've had everyone but law finished so i thought i might as well try and get it out sooner rather than letting it simmer for much longer (^ ω ^)
MONKEY D. LUFFY loves three things in this world. family, meat, and grabbing your tits while he fucks you prone bone. he's also partial to doggystyle, since it lets him do the exact same thing to your ass! but there's something about squeezing your boobs that gets the (few) neurons in luffy's brain really firing. he's not one for dirty talk, except for the occasional, “you feel so good!” and, “just one more, i swear!” the rest of the time, luffy is whining and whimpering about how good it feels inside you. but despite how shaky he sounds, his performance is anything but. you'll have bruises just about everywhere from how hard he thrusts and squeezes your body.
“i promise, just one more!” luffy whines, his toned chest pressing tight against your back. the two of you had been fucking for the last two hours, and luffy promised that this time would be the last. you could feel his warm cum seeping from your cunt and dripping down onto your legs. you highly doubt this will be luffy's last orgasm, but you were so fucked-out that you couldn't think clearly.
“promise?” you mumble, biting down on the messy sheets as the tip of his cock strikes your g-spot for the nth time. another orgasm and your brain might start melting out through your cunt.
“m-maybe just one more,” he whimpers, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, all while keeping his unrelenting pace inside you. yeah, you were gonna be here for a while.
RORONOA ZORO is a simple man. he sees your ass, he slaps it! so, what better position to fuck you in than doggystyle? his fixation on your cheeks is worse than luffy's fixation on meat... he'll slap, squeeze, and sometimes even bite the tender flesh when you fuck. zoro loves the way it ripples when he thrusts in-and-out of you, loves the way it jiggles when he smacks it hard. it also gives him great access to pull your hair while he fucks you, setting up a rhythm as he pounds your ass. zoro also has a habit of telling you to, “put your whole ass in it,” whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. but no matter how hard you try to please the man, zoro's still gonna smack that ass 'til he can see his handprints!
“c'mon babe, i wanna see a little more work from you,” zoro chuckles, slowing down his thrusts. he could hear the pout you just made, moving his hand to gently caress your ass. and then his hand came up, rising quickly only to fall back down as it collided with your ass, sending jolts through your body—and down to your cunt.
“zoro!” you yelp. you twist your head to look back at him, but a sudden yank of your hair forced you to look forward as you let out a sharp moan. you can feel his dick slap against your ass, but he all too quickly forces the entire length back inside your poor empty pussy.
“no ifs, ands, or buts. you expect me to do all the fuckin' work here?” he pulls your head back, “start moving, sweetheart. you wanna cum tonight? then show me you really want it.”
VINSMOKE SANJI treats sex like he treats his cooking. with tenderness, care, and with lots of love. the kind of guy who lights candles, scatters rose petals, and buys you a 10,000 beri lingerie set to wear. in summary, sanji is a man who values the missionary position. it lets him see you in all your beauty, giving him access to kiss you from head to toe, suck on your tits, and though he'll never say it out loud, it helps fulfill the breeding kink he has (in a strange way.) a small part of his brain imagines you getting pregnant this time, getting to fuck you while your belly is swollen, god, sanji might bust before he even puts it in if these thoughts keep up.
“oh, ma chéri, what did i do to deserve you,” sanji moans, pressing his dick deeper and deeper into your folds. he stays still inside you, letting you warm his cock. his tongue is already licking up your breast, landing to suck on your nipple as he runs his hands across your body.
“sanji—” you‘re quickly silenced as sanji's mouth collides with your own. it's only after a squeeze to his shoulder that he pulls away.
“sorry, my love,” he gasps, begins thrusting with fervor. all you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and moan, praying that you don't lose your grip. he laughs to himself, and you can hear him whisper into your hair with the air of a lovesick man, “how can i ever control myself around you?”
PORTGAS D. ACE is a lazy man. hell, he falls asleep in the middle of eating, can you imagine what he's like during sex!? in the end, cowgirl is the safest position for both of you. at least, that's what ace tells you. in truth, he likes seeing your tits bounce while you ride him! not only that, he gets to keep his hands on your ass the whole time? it's like a dream come true. he likes for you to start out riding him, but near the end (aka, when you lose the strength to bounce on that dick) he'll take control and start moving your body himself. you can always tell when he's about to cum because his hips start stuttering up into yours.
“shit, keep goin' just like that, babe!” ace yelps as you bounce and grind on his dick. he reaches upwards, gently grabbing and squeezing your tits. the electric jolts you feel in your nipples travel downwards to your clit as you grind down on his length.
“you like that, baby?” you giggle at the pet name as you place your hands over his own, enjoying the warm aura they gave off.
“d-don't expect me to last much longer,” he groans, letting his hands trail downwards to push your hips closer to his. if this kept up for much longer, ace was going to explode in more ways than one.
SABO likes to live dangerously, but his favorite position with you is the lotus position. of course, he'll usually liven things up with some handcuffs and a blindfold. sometimes it's on you, sometimes it's on him! he likes the closeness of it all—the way he can both lip-lock and leg-lock you with hardly any effort, or the way he can run his gloved hands across your entire body, feeling you shiver as the leather brushes against your skin. just like his brother, though, he'll let you take the lead. but he's more prone to increasing the speed, thrusting up and grinding against your own movements. sabo is also the type to push you down after a while and just start railing you on the bed. weird guy!
“no running!” sabos laughs, squeezing your thighs to prevent your escape. but if your shaking, overstimulated body was anything to go by, you weren't leaving any time soon.
“i can't sabo,” you choke out, feeling him twitch inside you with each unrelenting thrust. sabo insisted you use this time to 'bond' after being separated for so long, and a small part of you was beginning to regret agreeing to it.
“i think you can,” he chuckles, pushing himself upwards, deeper into your cunt. “dragon won't be back til' tomorrow, so i think we can get another three rounds in, 'kay?”
EUSTASS KID loves manhandling you far more than he enjoys handling his men. his favorite position (besides deepthroating, if that counts) is full nelson. he loves the control he has in the situation, almost more than he loves the way you clench down on his cock when he squeezes you just a littler tighter. kid is an absolute maniac when he has you vulnerable like this. his thrusts turn sloppy real quick, and he squeezes you so tight when he finally cums. he usually pulls out right before he's about to, just so he can paint your chest white. sometimes (if kid is lucky) it'll spurt high enough to get your face! you do not feel very lucky when it happens.
“you wanna tap out, sweetheart?” kid mocks, giving you a tight squeeze. if it weren't for the way his huge dick was bullying your insides, you might have replied. instead, all you could give was a weak groan.
“c'mon, at least look up.” you felt his fingers grab your chin, bringing your head up to look straight forward. the mirror let you see your fucked-out body, which was speared directly onto kid's cock. your combined fluids drip out from your cunt and down onto kid's dick, creating a rather sticky mess.
“look at all that,” kid coos, scooping up your mixed juices up with two fingers. a bit drips off his digits, running back down his muscular leg and spilling on yours. you watch breathlessly as he brings his “open wide and get a taste, baby.”
KILLER is much kinder than his captain is, and only half as kinky! but his favorite position happens to be spooning, mostly because he likes to have sex early in the morning and right before you both doze off to sleep. unfortunately, taking care of his red-headed captain during the day is a full-time job. but not to worry! killer more than makes it up to you when you guys have sex. he'll hold you close during the act, his heavy balls pressed against your ass as you take in his whole length. but he's not one for a whole lot of movement—you'll have to beg for that—especially if he's still feeling groggy from waking up. so enjoy the cockwarming!
“we have to get up now, kil,” you half mumble, half moan out. despite having had sex with killer numerous times, taking his cock always left you feeling so full. but if his grumble was anything to go by, you guys weren't moving any time soon.
“kid'll be fine,” he yawned, grinding against your ass. you could feel his cock twitching inside you, and didn't even bother to suppress the breathy moan that left your lips.
you turn around—with great difficulty, on account of his chest being completely flushed to your back—to face him, peppering kisses up his thick neck as he grunts, “it'll be all day with him, so i think we can afford to spend some, 'alone time' together, yeah?”
TRAFALGAR LAW has quite the busy schedule as both a captain and doctor of his ship. as such, finding time to fuck your cunt can be hard! so when you do have time for sex, it's usually just a quickie in law's office, the medical bay, or a closet. because of this, law prefers to fuck you while standing, or if you get whiny about it, he'll bend you over. to ensure no one finds you, he'll stick two fingers in your mouth to hide your inevitable moans! he's pretty rough during the whole process, but he prides himself on the loving aftercare he provides once you finish.
“hold still,” law hisses, pressing your chest onto the cold metal of the examination table. his gloved hand gingerly wraps around your throat as a wanton moan threatens to escape you.
“don't you dare make a sound,” his hand tightens slightly, “can't even handle half my cock in your cunt without letting the whole submarine know.” you can't help but squeeze around his length as his breath reaches the shell of your ear.
every noise outside the room caused you to clench around his cock as his hand alternated from squeezing to stroking depending on your volume level. it's tempting, though, to see what law'll do if you dare to raise your voice.
Characters x Transmigrated Villainess Who Doesn’t Care
The Male Lead (originally her fiancé / prince / duke)
At first, he expects her to come crawling back or seek revenge.
Instead, she just… disappears. No letters, no schemes, nothing.
Later, when rumors spread of a beautiful “witch of the garden” in a faraway kingdom, he realizes she’s thriving without him—and it bothers him more than it should.
The Heroine (the supposed female lead who replaced her)
Thought she won “the story,” but without the villainess to contrast her, her role feels empty.
Visits the villainess’s cottage one day to “gloat,” only to find a serene woman sipping tea among blooming flowers.
Slowly realizes the villainess was never the villain—just a woman who chose peace.
The Rival Nobleman (cold duke / general)
Used to view her as troublesome.
But when he sees her living quietly, harvesting vegetables and tending roses, he feels something shift.
He visits often under the excuse of “trade routes” or “border negotiations.” Secretly just wants her tea.
The Childhood Friend (loyal knight / scholar)
Heartbroken when she was exiled. Tried searching for her but failed
Years later, stumbles upon her cottage by accident.
She greets him warmly, offers a plate of carrot stew, and acts as though the past never mattered. He’s both relieved and devastated that she’s content without him.
Bonus:
The Faraway Kingdom Locals
See her as a kind but mysterious lady with an “aura.”
They adore her vegetables, her herbal remedies, and her strange wisdom.
To them, she isn’t an exile or villainess—she’s simply the cottage lady with the magical garden.
Novel Characters x A former General transmigrated villainess
She doesn’t care about the “script.” Once she knows she’s in a novel, her brain instantly shifts to strategy mode.
Instead of clinging to titles or love, she starts training secretly, reorganizing her estates, and turning her servants into a disciplined mini-army.
In banquets, she radiates the kind of silent authority that makes even dukes nervous.
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The Crown Prince (her fiancé in the novel)
Used to her being jealous, dramatic, and weepy.
Now she looks at him like she’s assessing a battlefield weakness.
One slip during an argument and she says:
“If I truly wanted to ruin the heroine, I wouldn’t waste time on gossip. I’d cut her supply lines and starve her allies out.”
He laughs nervously, realizing she’s not bluffing. For the first time, he feels like he is the pawn in her story.
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The Heroine (novel’s female lead)
She expects bullying, snide remarks, and sabotage.
Instead, the villainess politely ignores her.
But when thugs try to harass the heroine in an alley, the villainess takes them down in seconds, blade steady and movements precise.
“Don’t misunderstand,” the villainess says coldly. “I didn’t save you. I just hate seeing weak tactics.”
The heroine… kind of develops awe (and maybe fear).
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The Rival Duke / Cold Strategist
He’s known as the smartest military mind in the kingdom.
The first time he debates her at court, she dismantles his war plan like it’s child’s play.
Instead of being insulted, he’s intrigued. For the first time, someone matches his intellect.
He starts seeking her out for long strategy talks that sound suspiciously like flirtation.
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The Loyal Knight (her guard / childhood friend)
He remembers her as pampered and fragile. But now?
He catches her practicing sword drills at dawn, scars glinting under her sleeves, movements honed by years of real warfare.
“You… who are you really?” he whispers.
She only smirks. “Someone who doesn’t need saving.”
He’s torn between admiration, fear, and devotion.
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Rumors spread the “villainess” walks like a soldier, eats like one of the men, and negotiates with the precision of a seasoned commander.
Some whisper she’s possessed. Others say she’s a reincarnated war god.
Either way, they stop underestimating her.
It should have been humiliating. To her, a former general who had commanded thousands of soldiers and survived endless campaigns, it was simply… familiar.
> “Exile? Hah. I’ve lived through harsher winters on the battlefield. Let them write me off. A soldier thrives in the shadows.”
And so, when the day of her downfall arrived—her fiancé denouncing her in front of the court, the heroine being crowned as the shining jewel of the kingdom—she didn’t weep or beg. She simply bowed, her eyes glinting like steel.
“Very well. I will leave.”
The courtiers whispered in glee, expecting her ruin. None noticed how calm her steps were, how her smile held the quiet patience of a wolf retreating into the forest.
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Wednesday always sensed a roaming pleasure and dreadful aura of the undead when you first met her
Someone who finally understands her, she feels like everything is complete and where it needs to be.
Before you guys start dating, she interrogates you on loads of questions such as: coffin usage, how many feet distance of garlic you can be from, bloodlust control.
All questions you were happy to answer.
It took time for Wednesday to get used to PDA, but it's all worth it to feel your cold, hard hand in hers while walking to class or in town
She would give you a necklace of her blood, to help you calm down or if you go away on a trip
Both of you hate the sun and cling to the shade. You always have sunscreen—whether it's for skin protection, vampire lore, or both—and Wednesday keeps a backup in her bag, just in case.
You two are known as the couple in Nevermore and in town to not be messed around with.
But when you are by normies, you open your fangs and they all usually run away
Whenever Wednesday is doing mysteries, you transform into a bat and watch her to make sure she's ok.
She's annoyed by it, but gotten used to it.
Morticia and Gomez would be pleased at the fact that Wednesday found someone similar to her and makes sure to cover all windows and hide away garlic when you come over
Pugleys definitely is intrigued by you being a vampire, asking questions such as "So do you hunt people or have a preference?"
Wednesday would threaten him in a calm but determined tone, which always makes you smile
Whenever you guys have the chance, you take strolls at the cemetery at nighttime to look at people's headstones and wonder how many could be vampires right now
You sometimes pull all nighters to read Wednesday's new book and give feedback
She offers you to feed on her, if she's really in the mood
When she sees you feeding off her, she'll watch with a slight smile, writing in her mind to put in her next novel
The best part is that there's no humanizing each other. You're unapologetically a vampire and she's unapologetically Wednesday herself
the old dorm’s legendary man is back to life— fortunately for your needy self, he has a mega crush on you. so what do you do? you welcome him with open arms and legs every. single. night.
WARNINGS: MDNI/18+, language, strong power play, bondage, hints of masochism + sadism, impact play, use of clamps + sex toys, praise + degradation kink, cum eating, fingering + cunnilingus, dacryphilia, overstimulation, marking, creampies, drooling, slight exhibitionism,
Isaac knows what he likes. He doesn’t need to do talking stages or courting rituals— once he has his eyes set on something, oh baby, he’s going to be on it. But what’s the relevance? Well, once he wants a partner, he’s going to have one.
Imagine seeing a tragic legend appear at your door, soaked in rain and blood. Of course you help the poor zombie! Night after night he’ll visit, perhaps leaving a gift or two of appreciation. That is, until he started giving other gifts.
I mean, you loved him already when he was fresh from the grave— so obviously you’re head over heels once you see his completely morphed form!
Isaac knows how to please women— teeth, lips, and hands are your main weakness, and he doesn’t even have to use his dick yet before you start becoming a moaning mess. But don’t forget, he’s a man who believes himself god— so he’s sure to have some power play in the room.
Bondages, cuffs, clamps, ever-lasting sex toys— he’s done it all to you. He’s done wicked combinations of nipple clamps as he finger-fucks your soppy pussy, and you’re trembling when the vibrating bullet overstimulates your puffy clit. He’d whisper words of praise;
“You’re doing so well for me.”
“Such a good patient you are.”
“Show me how bad you want to cum.”
He’d push you over the edge with your toys, sometimes humming in content, other times, in distaste when you hold back your sweet melodies. He needs to consider all the effects of his experimentations after all, so this simply won’t do.
You would be bent over his knee, one of his hands rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, the other, spanking your weeping cunt. It would hurt more when he wore his gloves, but you didn’t complain, not when his filthy words rattled your diminished brain;
“You look so pretty like this, wet and sobbing over my knee.”
“Oh is it too much? That’s too bad, I haven’t even gotten to the best part sweetie.”
“Ah, ah, ah! Lick my gloves first— that’s a good girl.”
Isaac has a strong preference of seeing you below him. He loves seeing you whimper and tremble, begging him to never stop his lustful attempts. He even adores the pitiful way you try to push him, so, so, so weakly.
You would be bent over your bed, being a sweet pillow princess as you held onto the plush as your only leverage. The man would be ramming his cock into your pretty pussy, cooing at you to keep sobbing for him as he fills you up, one hand pushing down the back of your neck, and the other holding your hips in place.
You would always be left with fingerprinted bruises all over your body, and sometimes the occasional hungry bite. They littered your lower body, and if you were unlucky sometimes, your throat. It looked like you fell off a cliff every night, but there was only one difference— falling off a cliff doesn’t make your pussy flutter and drip with milky cum.
The sick man even likes it when you suck his cock; your brows furrowed and your throat erupting in choked air, unable to breathe properly. He would have your hair in a fist, a strong sign of who’s really dominant here.
Oh, and word of advice— don’t ever crawl away from him. It doesn’t matter if you’re trembling or if you’re drooling like some rabid dog, he will get mad. You could be overflowing with creampies, your body slick and dewy as you gasped for a brief break— and he would be very, very, very upset.
“Oh no, no, no! Where do you think you’re going sweetie?”
He’d either grab your neck or your hair— unkindly of course— and press you against your soaked bed once more. His weight is heavy upon you, his bloody breath tickling your ear as he whispered,
“You don’t get to walk out of this— ever. So open that pussy up, or I will.”
So what were you to do? Well, reach south and part your slippery folds of course.
Isaac is definitely a pussy guy. Sure, he’d give your ass an occasional smack or your tits a simple pinch and tug— but it’s not the same as the special thing you have down there.
His new tongue allows him to stretch at least a foot long (not sure? just ask him over…but it’ll come at a price), but he’s at least considerate enough to not shove it all up at you. He’s definitely more of a “lift your ass up as I lay down” kind of guy too, with a preference at keeping your thighs spread far apart for him.
You’d be moaning by the time his tongue slips inside your hole, practically scissoring your gummy walls as his thumb focused on stimulating your clit. Or, he’d definitely eat you out after he’s used your toys on you, being “kind” enough to clean you up internally.
Can’t say that you don’t like it though, because his soft growls vibrate into you— making you clench uncontrollably at the tongue you rode.
He’s also a Da Vinci— so he’s good with his hands. Whether it be having you on his lap as he thrusts his fingers into you slowly, his lips muttering incoherent equations to your head— or simply being unrelenting after your squirming orgasms as punishment— he knows it all.
Definitely not his fault that you couldn’t close your legs properly the other day.
Isaac may be a smart evil scientist, but he’s still a really sloppy guy. Uneven kisses, wet tongues, and even blatant biting— it’s his way of showing his carnal love.
Well, I suppose it depends. When he’s deeply in love, he’s the kind of guy to show it off. So expect to be on Lagos Tower, your tits and tummy pressed again the humid glass as he helps himself to your warm pussy.
Your cum would drip down your inner thighs, passing over healing bites and purple hickies, and then down to the dirty ground. Your lips would create the sweet noises that push him to start licking your dewy body, his hunger strong to simply mark you all over again.
It’s as if he found a purpose again.
“Aw, you like it when I touch you like this?”
His hand would wrap itself in front of you, applying pressure to your abdomen as your cunt squelched with each feverish thrust. You wouldn’t be able to process everything though— not when your knees were practically side to side and your head lolled onto his chest as your fucked-out face drooled down your bobbing throat.
“You have such a bad habit of drooling, now what shall we do about that?”
Clearly, your pretty lips needed to be plugged by his sweet cock once more.
This is more Harvey Dent centric, because I’m obsessed with him. So here is a part of something small, I can’t guarantee y’all make another part. I also noticed a trend with a neglected reader, so I wanted to do something different. I love the idea, and I might explore that in the future, but I wanted to do wife who was disinterested in Bruce. This is mainly a self indulgent piece. I hope everyone enjoys.
Harvey Dent would be so delulu. Fight me if you disagree
Yandere Batman Short Stories: The Heart Wants What It Wants
Yandere Harvey Dent x Married Fem Reader x Yandere Bruce Wayne
The chirping of birds filled the autumn air as Bruce sat at the dinner table in the Wayne Manor. His blue eyes studied the elegant figure of (your name) who enjoyed the breakfast Alfred had made.
“There’s rumors going around that you’re close to Harvey Dent.” Bruce’s fist clenched around his silverware to the point his knuckles turned white. His gaze narrowed at his plate.
“I do work at the legal office with him, Bruce. We’re coworkers.” (Your name) sighed as she rubbed her temple from the already oncoming headache. She’s been the Distict Attorney’s assistant for a few years now, so she wasn’t sure why it was an issue as of late… “Harvey is a really nice guy-“
“So you two are on a first name basis?” (Your name) sighed at Bruce’s jealousy. He had never been much of a fiancé prior to marriage and now he was a jealous husband. It made no sense to her since he had always instilled in her, since childhood, that there would be no romance attached to this arranged marriage their parents had set up ages ago.
“Bruce, I truly think you’re overthinking this. Harvey is just a really amazing friend.” (Your name) sighed. “If this is about the Wayne family image, you have nothing to worry about-“
“He’s in love with you.” Bruce’s blunt statement effectively cut her off mid sentence.
“Excuse me?”
“Mister Dent is in love with you.” Bruce repeated it as if that would magically make her understand his assessment of her coworker.
“What makes you think that?”
“The way he looks at you.” Bruce’s blue eyes are like a tropical storm of emotion at the moment. “You’re my wife.”
(Your name) sighed before she placed her silverware down and rose up from her chair. She cast Bruce a glare.
“On paper. There’s no romance involved in this arrangement, remember?” (Your name) walked through the door as she headed to her room to finish getting around for work.
Bruce sighed and put his forehead in his hand. He hated his younger self for what he had once told her… because he no longer felt that way.
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Harvey came over to (your name)‘s desk with a bag of pastries in his hand.
“Good morning, (your name).” Harvey gave her a warm smile as he set the bag down in her desk. “I bought some muffins if you’d like one.”
(Your name) gave Harvey a weak smile.
“You’re always so sweet. Thank you.” (Your name) picked out a banana muffin, her fingers brushed against his for a brief moment.
“I think you deserve more sweetness in your life, (your name).” Harvey gave her a charming smile before he grabbed the bag. His blue eyes lingered on her for a few seconds longer than what was comfortable before he went to his office.
Harvey shut his office door before a blush enveloped his cheeks. Their fingers touched… god he was so pathetic. (Your name) was a married woman. Harvey couldn’t even have her… she had her fate chosen for her since a young age. One that he could not interfere with.
Harvey picked up his double sided coin off his desk as he absentmindedly flipped it. Would she have even chosen him if they would have been able to have a life together? Harvey didn’t have the same wealth as Bruce, but he would have been able to buy them a beautiful suburban home… give her a few children if she wanted them. The standard, American white picket fence life.
Harvey gazed at the files on his desk for his next, big case. (Your name) was truly a skilled and organized assistant, one he was grateful for. The two of them had worked so many long nights together on this… all for their mutual goal to better Gotham.
Harvey couldn’t help that he had fallen in love with her… he just wished she’d see his feelings. That they were soulmates- he was so corny.
Harvey was so pathetic for the way he felt about a married woman… but he knew she wasn’t happy. That it was all an arranged marriage. A union her parents forced on her.
Harvey could treat her infinitely better than some cold, Playboy billionaire. he would never run around on her, nor would he ever make her doubt that he had nothing but love for her.
(Your name) deserved to be pampered like a princess. She deserved soft and gentle… something Harvey was.
It was just such a shame he had been hearing strange voices in his head… perhaps they were merely auditory hallucinations from the stress of this upcoming case against the Falcone family?
Yes… that was it. Harvey Dent wasn’t a madman. He was a normal, upstanding citizen. The district attorney! Harvey “Apollo” Dent.
He was not crazy… even though he kept hearing a raspy voice in his head that wanted to snatch up his assistant for his own. She needed to be properly claimed and ravaged.
Harvey was just too scared of his own mind sometimes…
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“We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” Bruce always recalled memories of a younger version of (your name). Back when she still made an attempt to get close to him. To the times she’d visit the manor to check on him since he was always ‘brooding.’ Bruce appreciated the gestures but never outwardly expressed it.
(Your name) was always so kind and sweet… yet he didn’t want to fall in love for fear she’d leave him or she would perish. Bruce now saw this logic as flawed since another man was now in the picture.
Bruce would be damned if he let a man like Harvey Dent snatch up what was his.
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(Your name) was surprised her husband waited for her when she came home. She sighed when Bruce came to help her remove her coat.
“What are you doing?” (Your name) didn’t even put up a fight when he gently slid the suede trench coat off her shoulders.
“Can I not help my wife take her coat off?” Bruce asked with a quirked brow. (Your name) hated when he’d act like a doting husband. He was never interested before so she wasn’t sure why it changed now.
“You’ve been odd… or are you afraid I’m going to run away for some fantasy love affair?” (Your name) laughed at the expression on Bruce’s face. “You’re joking… you can’t possibly be jealous.”
“So what if I am?” Bruce asked softly. “Feelings can change.”
(Your name) sighed once again. “Bruce, I’m not interested-“
“Is it because of Dent?”
“No. It’s not because of Harvey.” (Your name) glanced at him. “I… I just haven’t no interest in romance with you.”
“…” Bruce remained silent for a moment before he pulled her into an awkward hug. “Let’s work on it then. I won’t push you away anymore… let’s make this real.”
(Your name) furrowed her brow in confusion but she didn’t put up much of a fight. She was too tired to argue.
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(Your name) sat in her office as she watched the news. Harvey had a huge case against the Falcone family… the two of them had worked on his case together for months on end. She was hopeful the Falcone family would finally be knocked off the map… but she was horribly wrong.
(Your name) audibly gasped when she saw the reporter loudly scream and explain that Harvey had just been attacked. How was she attacked? It was a court room…
Turned out, his witness, Sal Maroni, threw acid on half his face. What kind of monster would do that?!
(Your name) rushed up from her desk as she grabbed her coat. She needed to get to that hospital and quickly, Harvey would need all the support he could get.
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Harvey woke up with a start when he saw he was in the hospital. Agony consumed his entire being yet he couldn’t understand the warmth he felt beside him- (your name)?
Harvey was shocked to see the beautiful young woman beside his hospital bed in a chair. Her upper body draped on the mattress, her fingers into locked with his. Had she… spent the night? Was there a possibility she loved him too?
Harvey’s fingers brushed a few pieces of hair from her face, his breath hitched at the contact. This wasn’t a dream… yet neither was his accident.
Harvey felt a sense of pride fill him when he saw that her phone vibrated with notifications from her ‘husband.’ He wanted to gloat in the other man’s face but he was more concerned about his own face at the moment.
It couldn’t be that bad, right? It’s not like (your name) would hate him… she loved him. That’s why she came to be with him… and he’d make sure she knew just how much he adored her too.
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Bruce slammed his fist into the wall, a small hole now there like a centered frame. Why wasn’t his wife answering his calls? She was supposed to be home yesterday. Where on this green earth could she be?
Bruce angrily ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tugged a bit at the black strands. There wasn’t a possibility that she was with Harvey right? She told him that she wasn’t interested in Harvey that way… he couldn’t help the nagging feeling that ate away at his mind.
He needed to find (your name) and fast. Bruce had a sickening feeling that she wasn’t safe… he needed to save his wife.
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(Your name) stirred awake to find Harvey with his fingers in her hair. Her brow furrowed as she set up, her lips drawn in a thin line.
“ Harvey? Are you all right? I didn’t mean to fall asleep…”
Harvey shook his head to reassure her, the bandages obscured his handsome face from view. There was no doubt in her mind that his face was permanently destroyed from the acid.
“I’m… I’m here.” Harvey gave a dry chuckle. (Your name) could tell he was on a verge of a mental breakdown. One of his eyes twitched while his hands shook. She couldn’t bear to see such a wonderful man completely fall apart when she was there to catch the pieces.
“Harvey… come here.” (Your name) held her arms wide open for him, the man melted instantly. His arms wrapped around her like the coils of an anaconda. His grip was tight and escapable as his body was sob.
Harvey couldn’t say a word as he held her like a lifeline, but there was only one thing that was clear in his mind… she loved him too.
It had to be fate that she felt the same way… now all he had to do was get her to leave her husband and be with him. Where she belongs.
Hi, 👋 new follower here. What's this about a crybaby priest?
Crybaby Priest Reader is a sensitive soul who cries at the slightest inconvenience/tug at their heart strings- A young couple teary eyed as they tie the knot? Waterworks. Angels and demons tempting them to sin? Bawling their eyes out. Anyone daring to say they've already fallen into the hands of lust? Inconsolable.
They're polar opposites to og Priest Reader who is a cunning, mysterious person who always has the upper hand over their yans, and Incubus Priest Reader who, well, is basically a cult leader who will bed anyone willing. Just a big ol crybaby with a soft heart
Crybaby Priest: I am beyond desires of the flesh. I am one with my lord, they will protect me in my darkest time-
Yan Angel: Breed me, Priest- Your lord commands it!
Crybaby Priest, bursting into tears: You are no angel- Lord, please save me from your fallen flock
This post is sort of a prequel and this post is where they are given the title Crybaby.
thinking about ghost fucking you into the couch, one firm hand pushing your face into the back cushion to keep your back arched so he can fuck you so deep it hurts. he can already hear how you'll complain in the morning about your stomach hurting, might fuck you hard enough to make you nauseous next time you come. you're clawing at the cushions like a feral cat, your hips wiggling and feet giving aborted little kicks that he has to hold your hips to keep you from falling from, and then you go limp.
like a switch flipping off you just stop, and for a man thats choked out enough enemy combatants he knows exactly what happened, using the hand already holding your head to rip your face from the cushions and wait for you to take that first gasping breath as he keeps fucking your cunt. he had been wondering why you'd tightened up all of a sudden, if he wasn't so focused on filling you up he might laugh.
