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24 HOURS AGO・。.・゜✭・. LANDO NORRIS

SUMMARY: in which lando knows it’s not fair to try to change your mind about pursuing your dream! (inspired by jack & jack's song, lotta love)

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CONTAINS: artist!reader, fluff, breakup & angst!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: don't know how euros work that great lol so bare with me and maybe i could turn this into a part 2??? alright so i’m back in my jack and jack era and i thought this song would make a good imagine :)

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ynusername today's art exhibit was a success, thank you to everyone who was able to come and super thankful for those who bought my paintings! 🪴

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before entering this two year long relationship with you, lando knew your dream was to open up your own painting studio to be able to teach children how to open up their creative side — the first time you guys had met was when lando accidentally bumped into you in front of your old art class that you were temporarily teaching at.

"oh i'm so sorry, my friend here is a bit clumsy sometimes." max apologized as lando helped you pick up your art supplies while giving him a glare.

they had both seen you every morning for the past week and max noticed lando's eyes lingering on you for awhile so he had this grand idea to finally make lando talk to you and this was that grand idea.

"yes i'm very clumsy." lando nodded and went along with it. "your board thing broke too, i can pay for your stuf-"

the three of you looked down at your broken palette and you shook your head picking it up. "you know what lando and..."

max gave you a cheesy smile and a little nod. "oh i'm max."

"well lando and max, you guys could come to my art exhibit tonight to make up for breaking my very expensive palette." you knew that it was just a cheap one that your sweet old boss had given you to work with but they didn't have to know that.

max quickly nodded and agreed for the both of them which earned another glare from his best friend. "we'll be there!"

later that night after going through half of his wardrobe and a few of max's shirts, lando finally chose his black button up shirt and his khaki colored jeans.

"if i was that girl i'd totally slip right out of my clothes for you." max joked. "oh by the way i can't make it, have a date with pietra in an hour."

so on the ride to the exhibit lando found himself going through most of his pickup lines and jokes in his head and when he found a parking spot right in the front his eyes landed on you.

he kept his eyes on you as he walked over to where you were, you had been wearing an orange dress with your hair curled and for a moment he felt speechless and all the things he was going to say just slipped out of his head.

"lando! i'm so glad you made it!" you gave him a quick hug and handed him a last minute portrait that you decided to add. "this thing is about to start so please be a dear and hang my last painting up in that corner there."

while you ran off to talk to an older man he stood up on a little stool and put your portrait up, lando wasn't interested in art but something about your painting was kinda calling to him.

€ 453.52

yeah he was definitely buying it.

when you made your return back to the table you saw him fixing the labels on the bottom of your paintings.

you couldn't lie he looked really good.

as the night went on he was really intrigued by all the art that others made, your boss had pushed you to go hang out with lando while he stayed behind to watch your stand.

"you need a life outside the art world so now go talk to him!"

lando listened as you talked about what you've been doing for the past few years and when it was time to talk about his work, you found yourself amazed by it.

your dad had tried getting you into formula one for years but you just couldn't find yourself interested in it. "over 200 miles per hour? pretty dangerous."

"i actually have a race in two weeks here in monaco, maybe you can come? i could give you passes of coarse." he said with a cheesy smile.

you nodded and let out a laugh. "sure, i would like that."

before you could continue talking your boss called you over and as you walked over there max had called him about a forgotten reservation they had planned a few days before.

"i'll be right back."

he looked over to you and saw there was people interested in buying your work so he wrote a little note to you and left it with your boss.

dearest y/n,

sorry i had to go in such a rush but i had a lot fun tonight.

i can pick up the beautiful painting tomorrow and maybe we can get dinner?

xxx-xxx-xxxx

lando

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lando recalled being excited to finally make it to the third date because everyone knew what happens after it — it had already been five months of you guys talking but because the both of you always had busy schedules it was very hard to set up this third date.

my boss is leaving to new york on tuesday so i'm available!

if you can make it you can totally stay over my apartment for a few days 🙂

as soon as he read your messages he booked a flight over to monaco since he had a free week off. "you should bring her to another race, i really liked her!" daniel told him as they left the cooling room.

he arrived in monaco just an hour before your shift ended so he made sure to get you some roses and when it was time he made his way over to your job where he saw children saying goodbye to you.

look outside!!

when you were finally able to look at your phone, you looked up and saw lando standing outside giving you an excited wave.

as you waved back at him your boss called you into his office.

i'll be out in a bit

your boss had called you in telling you he was going to sell the studio in a few months and move over to new york. "trust me y/n, i will call you as soon as the place is up and running..." he said as he fixed a few papers up on his desk. "you are my favorite worker and i would love to have you as a temporary teacher again."

"i know i have told you about becoming a full ti-"

"i just don't see you ready for that right now..."

you had told your boss time and time again that you wanted to become a full time teacher but he always had excuses for it and as he used another excuse you looked over to lando who was swatting something in the air with the roses he had in his hand.

"thank you for the opportunity but i think i'm going to take a break from the art world for a good while."

so after getting your stuff together you made your way to lando.

"finally, there was this huge bee attac-" he was so caught up in looking for the bee that was just attacking him a few minutes ago that he almost didn’t feel your lips place a light kiss against his cheek. "oh um..."

you pulled away with a smile on your face and let out a little chuckle at how red lando's face was turning. “c'mon my house isn't that far from here...”

he handed you the roses he had bought you, some of the petals had gone missing due to all the swatting he was doing with them but you still appreciated it.

"they're beautiful lan."

he smiled and nodded, face still red. "not as beautiful as you." he noticed his voice crack due to all his nervousness. "wow that hasn't happened in awhile..."

you intertwined his fingers with yours and began walking in the direction of your house with a smile on your face.

when the both of you arrived you gave him a tour of your apartment and he loved everything about it due to it giving cozy vibes as he said and when you guys finally made it over to your room he saw the vision board that you had hung up on your wall.

"i want to open up a studio in new york one day..." you told him as you took down your board just to show it to him. "i kinda quit since he wanted me to become a temporary teacher over in new york and that's not what i want so maybe later on i'll be able to do it but for now i think i'm just going to take a break."

he slowly nodded — he knew that you guys had been talking for only a few months but he really wanted to help you out with this, maybe even help you open up your own studio one day.

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you remembered the first time your parents were going to meet lando and you were freaking out because you had never introduced a guy to your parents.

when your mom found out you were finally seeing someone she got excited because she was starting to think you were never going to give her grandchildren.

when your dad found out you were finally seeing someone he was suspicious of the guy but when you told him it was lando norris his mind completely changed — he had watched formula one for years now and even tried getting you into it when you were younger but you found it boring.

"he's here! please be nice and do not bring out the baby pictures!" you told your parents before opening the door.

"we'll be on our best behavior, promise."

and even though they had promised you, you knew they were still going to embarrass you by the end of the night.

just last week you had met lando's family and they adored you.

lando knew your parents meant the whole world to you so he made sure not to goof around too much and by the end of the night your parents loved him.

"this is the greatest day of my life!" your father had said since lando had promised your dad some vip passes for next week's race you figured that was what won him over.

when your parents decided it was time to pull out the baby albums you decided to go into your old bedroom to change out of your dress and quickly update lily on how the night was going.

as lando looked at the pictures of you he saw one of you around the age of eight maybe, painting a wooden dollhouse.

"she's always loved doing art projects when she was younger..." your mother had told him. "has she told you anything about maybe looking back into teaching again or maybe opening her studio?"

he shrugged. "i think she's been looking for a spot here in monaco since i just moved here but she hasn't said much."

your mother had worried that being in love was stopping you from doing what you love the most so she could only hope that it wasn't that. "my y/n has always been independent so this whole relationship you have going on, i hope you're truly taking it seriously because she has never introduced us to anyone so i think that says she likes you a lot." your mother told him which he nodded and just before he can talk your father spoke. "you hurt i promise i will hunt you down, that's all."

lando saw you returning back to the table with a fuzzy orange blanket and he smiled at the sight of you before looking back to your parents. "trust me, i'm not going anywhere for a very long time."

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finally two - almost three years into your relationship, the both of you were already moved in with each other and lando was thinking about popping the question to you since everything was just going great with the two of you.

he already knew he was going to propose on christmas day.

"almost all gone again!" you smiled at him, seeing that one painting was left on your stand.

"well your work is amazing." he said as his chin rested on the top of your head as you looked towards your stand.

you had been close to purchasing a studio here in a monaco but you still had doubts and lando wasn't sure why that was so when he saw your old boss entering the exhibit and you running to hug him it all came back to him, your dream.

"i'm so glad you're still here! i have something to tell you!" your old boss said as he gave you a big hug and lead you towards the buffet table.

lando stayed behind by your stand as some people were asking him questions about your art work and while he was answering them, he kept his eyes on you who jumped up with excitement but then looked back to him.

yes you had been painting and doing side jobs in art classes, constantly talked about opening your studio even sometimes doing modeling gigs but lando had thought you'd be doing it here in a monaco so you could stay with him.

"you're not going to believe it!" you said with the biggest smile on your face, he stared at you in silence fearing what you might say "lan?"

"y-yeah sorry, what did he say to you baby?"

you explained to him that he was now selling his studio to move to paris and before he could sell it to someone else, he recalled you wanting a place in new york.

"that's amazing! what did you tell him?" he asked trying to sound super excited about it but deep down he was a nervous wreck.

you smiled at his excitement. "that i would think about it..."

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lando had stayed over max's house the next night and max could tell something was wrong with his best friend — he was way too quiet which he never was and looked like he had a lot on his mind so when he asked lando about it, he told him the whole story including the part of wanting to propose to you tomorrow.

"she's going to chose to move over there mate..." he told max making his voice crack. "it wouldn't be fair of me to beg her to stay but i can't make her stay if she doesn't want to, i mean this has always been her dream!"

he knew this would be simple, just move over there with you but that was not what he wanted.

the both of you had been good twenty-four hours ago but you felt something different between the two of you, he felt distant like he had something in his mind but he couldn't tell you what it was.

"i don't know lils, i know he won't want to come with me and it wouldn't be fair to ask him to come with me, he hates new york."

you knew this would be simple, just stay over here with him but that was not what you wanted.

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landonorris after some time and consideration, y/n and myself have mutually decided to end our relationship but we will always remain good friends. i wish her the world over in new york and have so much respect for her and all she does as an amazing and strong woman. ❤️

please respect our decision and respect our – but more importantly and especially her privacy moving forward.

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ynusername after some time and consideration, lando and i have mutually decided to end our relationship but we will remain very good friends. i wish him the world have so much respect for him. ❤️

please respect our decision and respect our privacy moving forward.

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you were having a small art exhibit for the the first time in your brand new studio and had a few friends travel over just to visit, you had been hoping lando would show up but as time went on you figured he wouldn’t.

“i’m sure he’ll show up.” alexandra told you as she gave charles one of your paintings to hang up on the wall.

the both of you still texted a few times throughout the week and even facetimed whenever you guys were available.

“hey y/n, someone called in wanting to buy whatever portraits are left by the end of the night!” alexandra said as she held up an unknown address somewhere in monaco.

you smiled as you nodded, the extra money would help out so much with new supplies and just before you could help charles hang up some other extra things you saw max walking in.

“he wanted to but something came up…” max said as he took a look at your new portraits, noticing that one looked a little like lando. “but he did give me this to give to you.”

a note.

my dearest y/n,

i’m sorry i couldn’t make it out today on your grand opening but i just wanted to congratulated you on opening your shop! there was never a doubt in my mind these past three years with you that you ARE the most talented artist in our generation.

i promise to make a trip over to new york sometime soon!

with all my love,

lando

by the end of the night only a few portraits were left and as max watched you pack them up into a box to ship to the unknown address in monaco, he got on the phone with lando who was currently curled up in bed thinking about what to say when he decided to call you later that night. “so what are you going to do with all those paintings now?”

he looked around at his now empty walls that once had your paintings hanged up. “place them around the house.”

his eyes landed on the little red box that held the ring that was supposed to be yours on his nightstand and thought about maybe going to travel to your place tomorrow morning as a surprise. “actually max, i think i’ll be seeing you tomorrow morning.”

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mncxbe · 5 months

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hiii! i hope ur requests are open and if theyre not im very sorry and ignore this!

ive been thinking too much about dazai with a younger reader whos 15 and reminds him a lot of himself. like he remembers what oda said and becomes determined to steer u down the right path

overall becomes a sweet (but very annoying sometimes) big brother figure <333

nonnie♡♡ this is hhh such a nice idea I went a bit silly with it hope u like it. he would definitely try to bring you on the right path. to make things even more interesting let's assume you're from the PM.

The two of you met when he was out on a mission with Atsushi. Naturally, he paid no attention to you, a little scrawny kid scrolling on her phone, walking in their direction. But that was until you suddenly attacked them.

You were so relentless in your fight that you ended up badly injured, so they had to take you back to the Ada office to get treated by Yosano. After all, a Port Mafia member or not, Dazai couldn't bring himself to let a kid die.

When you eventually woke up in the infirmery you saw him standing at the edge of your bed, arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched you intently.

"You feeling better kid?" he asked and you only nodded in response, eyes darting around the room, taking in your surroundings.

Dazai noticed the cunning look on your face, the way you scanned the room for possible escapes while still maintaining a nonchalant facade and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Now, now don't worry kid. We'll let you go as soon as you answer some questions"

Dazai asked you about your mission and your involement with your Port Mafia; routine questions mostly: how you ended up working for them, who you serve under, how long you've been with the PM- things to which you gave a half-hearted, disinterested response. But you refused to get into detail about the organization's plans; no matter how much he persuaded you and tried to get inside your head, you just wouldn't break.

With each calculated reply Dazai saw more of his younger self in you; the innate ability to lie like it was your second nature, the way you managed to turn any conversation in your favour and mostly, how impassive you were to any of his threaths.

"You know, if you refuse to cooperate I'm gonna have to get the information out of you in other ways"

You simply sighed, idly picking at your nails. "Well, pain would be bothersome, but I'd rather die than betray the Mafia"

Dazai saw an opening, a slight crack in your carefully built facade "So you're that afraid of what they might do to you if they find out you're a traitor?"

"Nah, but I prefer to stay true to the things I believe in. After all, does life have any value if you give up on your beliefs?"

There it was, the answer he was looking for. Sighing, he rose to his feet, staring down at you "That's quite grim for a kid your age to say."

"I don't think it's grim. More like honest, but who am I to discuss the value of life with you?" you said casually, pointing at his bandages.

"Oh wow touché" he chuckled "But what exactly are those values you're so keenly holding on to, some principles passed down to you by the boss? Can you really call those things values?"

"Sure I can. As long as they give me a purpose to live" For a brief moment you caught a shadow of doubt on the brunette's face. He was conflicted, you could tell.

"You know" he started again "I once thought the same as you do, that good and evil don't matter as long as you do a job and get it done well, but violence and death only give birth to more violence and death. It's a vicious cycle, really, so don't expect to find a purpose or a reason to live in that."

You lowered your gaze, continuing to pick at your nails and he knew the conversation was over. He wasn't gonna get anything out of you.

"Look, kid, you're wasting yourself in there. If you want a reason to live I can give it to you"

"And why would you do that? You don't seem the type to do charity work?"

"Let's just say that that's my purpose in life, to guide people like you on the right path"

"People like me? Meaning petty criminals working for the Mafia?" you inquired mockingly, raising a brow.

Dazai scoffed at your remark "We both know you're more than a petty criminal, but yes. People like you, who don't take life for granted and want to understand its meaning."

"So now you can psychoanalyse me too hm? Are you gonna tell me this mentality of mine comes from the fact that I grew up without a father figure or...?"

Your witty remarks were starting to get to him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Nah, it comes from the fact that all you've seen in your life is evil and look where this has gotten you. Five years in the Mafia and you're still where you were at the beginning, still searching for a deeper meaning in life. We're more alike than you may think, kid. As I said, I used to be in the same position you're in"

You shrugged, feigning disinterest, but he could tell his words were affecting you.

"And your point is?"

Taking in a deep breath, Dazai combed a hand through his hair "My point is that you should leave the Mafia and join us. Change your perspective. If finding a purpose in life truly is your goal, then you won't regret this decision. Trust me"

You both stood in silence for a while as you considered his proposal. You could technically leave the Mafia, it's not like working there has gotten you anywhere. No matter how many missions you completed or how fast you climbed the ladder, there was still a nagging feeling that you could do more, that there was more to life than this.

You finally raised your gaze to meet his and gave a small nod. "I'll think about it."

"Good, you do that, kid"

Dazai helped you out of the bed and walked you to the front of the building. You left without even saying goodbye, making your way down the street; towards the Port Mafia headquarters. Dazai watched you slowly walk away, your figure growing smaller with each step you took and somewhere deep down he was sure he'd see you again.

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just your boss

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you internally rolled your eyes as you watched as everyone started to leave for the night. it was a friday night and most of the work had been given to you, like usual—countless documents to go over, meetings to set up, and a plethora of emails to be sent.

the vast majority your coworkers despised you, especially your female coworkers. they were all under the impression that you were having an affair with your boss. the he looked at you, brought you coffee every morning, and even gave you your own office was proof enough for them.

if it weren't for you overhearing them talking about you, you would've never realized why they treated you the way they did.

"she's such a whore. sleeping with tony just to keep her job." she said with disgust in her tone and a not so subtle eye roll.

you weren't totally oblivious. you were aware he treated you a little differently than everyone else, but you just assumed it was because you were new, but that treatment continued as the months went by.

and you definitely weren't blind, he was attractive—very attractive. he towered over you, his dark brown hair flecked with gray here and there. he had one ring on his pinky, the gold band always shined bright as he walked through the office.

with most of the office empty, you knew you'd be able to get a decent amount of work done, giving yourself a nice head start for the following workweek.

tony observed you from his office, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you read your screen. he smiled as you bopped your head to the music that played through your headphones.

he admired how hard you always worked, even when the rest of his employees attempted to make your job more difficult.

you were so lost in your work that you didn't notice tony leaving his office, standing in front of your cubicle. you let out a startled gasp as you looked up.

"sorry, didn't mean to scare you." he let out a breathy laugh, you laughed with him, feeling slightly embarrassed at your reaction.

"it's okay. i didn't notice you were there. can i do anything for you?" you ask, taking your headphones off to look up at him.

"what are you still doing here? you should've left a few hours ago." he stated, walking around to look at your screen. you felt his colonge seep into your system as he leaned in close to you, cocking your neck to see his profile from the side.

he sensed your gaze and turned to meet yours, smiling.

you turned red when his eyes met yours. internally cursing at yourself for staring like an idiot.

"um, i'm just getting ahead. i don't have anything planned tonight so i figured i'd stay a bit later and get some work out of the way. i can leave if you're on your way out." you offered, not wanting him to stay longer so he could close once you left.

you noticed tony's eyes drop to your lips for split second. he shook his head. "no, i don't mind." he stood up straight turning around to walk back to his office but he suddenly stopped. "actually, could you come into my office for a second? i could use you're help with something."

you nodded your head, followed him.

you loved the view he had in his office, big windows from the floor to the ceiling that showed off the beautiful city. the room was pretty dark apart from a small lamp that sat on his desk, illuminating enough to see what he needed to see.

he reached under his desk and pulled out a thick binder, flipping through it till he found what he needed.

"i like to keep track of sales here." he point at the spreadsheet. "but, it's not very organized. i used to know what was what but i lost track and want to sort it out. any suggestions?" he says resting his hands on the desk to be eye level with you.

once again you find yourself staring again but pull yourself together quicker this time.

"well, you can go by dates." you look down at the binder, noticing he has dates by each number. "if you don't mind, i can go through and but the dates in order on a new spreadsheet and have it ready by monday." you say with a smile, tucking your hair behind your ear when you look back up and find him already looking at you.

"thank you for the offer, but i can do it myself." he smiles at you. the lighting in his office enhances your feature and he can't bring himself to take his eyes off you. "you work harder than everyone else, no reason for me to pile on anything more."

you smile at his comment, realizing he does notice your attempt at being a good employee.

your smile made tonys heart skip a beat, he wasn't sure why but he started to lean into you, and you didn't stop him. his soft lips pressed against yours, leading you into a gentle kiss. you let it happen, tasting the mint gum he had previously had.

he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you into him. even with him bending down, you still had to crane your neck upwards to reach his lips. the kiss was quickly become more and more passionate. neither one of you could get enough.

tony pulled away at the lack of air, pressing his forehead against yours. "tell me to stop." he whispered, catching his breath.

part of you wanted to tell him to stop, you shouldn't be crossing the line on professionalism like this. but the other half wanted this, so you kept quite, locking your eyes with his.

your eyes told him all he needed to know, he rushed back in, kissing you harder, placing his big hands on the back of your legs, lifting you up and setting you on the edge of his desk.

his hands roamed your body, reaching the end of your shirt to pull it off you. he start to kiss down your neck when you pull of his jacket, quickly undoing the buttons on shirt.

the way he feels against you has you feeling dizzy. his touch feels so good. he reaches your bra and unclasps it, you move your arms so it falls right off.

"god, you're beautiful." he says as he pulls back away from you, slipping his shirt off.

you also take the chance to admire him, he was just pure muscle, sculpted by god himself.

he reaches around you and unzips your skirt, you lift your hips so he can pull them off, taking your panties off as well. he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk and kneels in front of you. your body feels like it's on a fire at this point.

he leans in and licks your cunt. your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. his warm tongue laps up your arousal, humming against you at your taste. he wastes no time, sucking your clit into his mouth and massage his fingers around your hole.

you lean back on your hands and watch as he eats you out, his eyes locking with yours when he pushes two fingers inside you. his thick fingers stretch you out in the most delicious way possible.

he thrusts them in and out before he curls them upwards. between his tongue and fingers, you can't hold yourself up anymore, dropping yourself onto your back. your hand finds it's way into his hair, slightly tugging at his roots. a moan vibrates against you at the action, causing you to arch your back.

you were embarrassed at how fast your orgasm was approaching but tony just encouraged you, moving faster, pressing his fingers deeper inside you.

your release hit you like a truck. vision blurring, stomach tightening, legs shaking around his head, hands tugging harshly at his hair. he didn't slow down his movements, wanting to prolong it for as long as possible. he only pulled away when you started to push him away at how sensitive you had gotten.

he rested his head against your thigh and watched as you catched your breath, he could still feel the subtle shake of your legs. pressing kisses against your leg, he made his way up your body to your lips. you moaned at the taste of yourself, sitting up so you could undo his pants.

you pushed them down and let him kick them off. grabbing his cock, you stroke him as you two continue to kiss. you could feel how big he was, throbbing in your hand. pulling away, you slightly lean back and line him up with your entrance.

he looks down at you, almost as if asking for permission. you nod your head and he slowly pushes into you. the moan that leaves your lips is involuntarily, he stretches you out in ways you never felt before.

you hear him curse under his breath when he's fully nestled inside you. he just rests inside you, letting you get accustomed before he pulls out. he movements are slow, letting you feel each and every inch.

"you feel so good." he groans, placing his hands on your hips.

his deep voice just turns you on more; the slow movements are like torture, you needed more.

"please. please move faster." you almost beg, gripping his bicep for extra support.

he puts his arms under your legs to push them upwards, almost pinning them against you. he thrusts faster, deeper. leaning down, he kisses you, letting you wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer. the kiss is mainly the two of you moaning into each others mouths.

he suddenly feels bold and picks you up off the desk and walks towards the glass, pressing you against it so he can thrust up into you. the cool glass against your warm skin feels amazing and the risk of potentially being seen, excites you.

he reaches deeper inside you in this position, hitting your g-spot with each stroke. you throw you head back, pleasure courses through every part of your body.

tony leans forward and places kissing on your exposed throat, making his way towards your sweet spot, sucking on the skin.

"i'm so close. tony, please."

your whining spurs him on. he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you up and uses his free hand to rub your clit. the added stimulation has your toes curling. his movements speed up, deep moans vibrate through his chest.

he knows your close, he can feel your cunt squeeze his cock, making it harder for him move.

"cum, baby. go ahead." he whispers, choking out a moan when his own release hits him.

this one is 10x more intense then the first one. your entire body goes stiff, you can't control the moans that leave your mouth as it washes over you.

tony rests his head against your shoulder as he fills you up. he's never had an orgasm this stronger before. he gently places you places you on the floor, legs wobbling when your feet meet the ground.

"stay here, let me grab some tissues." he says before rushing over to his desk.

you lean against the glass, still catch your breath from the orgasm you just had. he leans down to clean the mess between your legs, doing his best to get you as clean as possible.

you smile at him when he stands straight, appreciating that he took the time to clean you up. he picks up your clothes and helps you get dressed after just throwing on his pants and shirt.

"let me go get you some water." he says, leaving the office.

suddenly it's like your mind clears and you realize what just happened, a wave of guilt washes over you and you find yourself panicking.

the break room was on the other side of the floor so you step out of the office and quickly grab your things from your cubicle, rushing into the elevator so you could leave.

you made a huge mistake sleeping with your boss.

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you most definitely have already got this ask lol but I would love to hear more about what you picture the plot of Goncharov (1973) is (and what your opinion on the very popular gonchrey ship as well!) I am so tempted to get a poster you would not believe-

Ok so about the ship Gonchrey or Goncharov/Andrey (who si played BY HARVEY KEITEL). In my own lore, Goncharov is the main protagonist and Andrey is the main villan (it's kinda obvious from the poster lol) so I'd totally get why people ship them bc people tend to ship heros with villains. But with everyone having their own interpretation of who the chracters are, I can't comment on other people's view of them.

And now the lore! I’m sorry if this sounds stupid or doesn’t make sense, I’m writing it in a hurry and I will extend upon this in future. Also, this is not a Martin Scorsese story. It’s a mine, let’s be honest. I’m not saying this to brag but I’m not all that interested in pretending this film is real. For me, they’re just my OC’s from a funny poster I made for my mutuals. I’m saying this because I’m not trying to emulate writing of the great Martin Scrosese who I love very much. I’m just some rando person who likes mafia and gangster things. Hope that makes sense.

Oh and before I begin, no clock, boat or bridge scenes or anything of that sort is in my story. All these things were created by someone else and don’t fit in my story.

The story takes place in Prague, Naples and New York

Some info about Goncho and Andrey:

So Goncharov is the main protagonist of the story. Not much is known about him, his origin is very mysterious but it is later revealed the crime boss Andrey had his whole family murdered for owing him money and Goncharov is of polish-italian origin (I'm not sure what I want his real name to be yet). In the story Andrey is about 10 years older than Goncho in order for this to work, the actors are the same age but the eyepatch ages Andrey up so it works. Murdering Goncho’s family was one of Andrey’s first things he did after his rise to power. And so basically the story is about revenge. Andrey is half czech and half italian and he operates from Naples but his crime ring works all over the world.

If you asked Andrey how he gained all his wealth and power, he would tell you it was through hard work and that he came from virtually nothing. That's a lie as his family was very well off. The extend of his wealth can be also attributed to all the blackmails, murders, abductions, frauds, thefts and other crimes he and his crime ring commited. Maybe these are the things that constitute as "hard work" to Andrey. Andrey is also a classist and something of an ethnonationalist as he often refers to himself as full blooded italian and rarely admits his half slavic origin.

Here’s some info about Katya and Goncho’s relationship from other ask (some info about Sofia too):

In my own lore, Katya is very much in love with Goncharov but is also tempted by Sofia. To Katya, Goncharov and Sofia also represent two very different ways of living. Goncho is a smuggler but an honest one and Sofia works for her boss Andrey’s crime ring. Being with Goncharov means living a dangerous life on the run but somewhere down the line there is a possibility of settling down and living life through honest means. Being with Sofia means choosing a simpler, cushier life, a life of luxury but it also means being forever part of the crime world. Who will she choose? I don’t know and neither does Katya :)

Also, I’m toying with the idea of Katya being married to Goncho (simply becasue I tagged her as Katya Goncharova a couple of times lol) but I don’t know yet :))

Info about Mario and Ice Pick Joe:

Mario and Ice Pick Joe grew up together in Sicily and were both very poor. They are not related but share somewhat of a brotherly bond. Joe’s darker side started to show from a very early age. He loved to kill and dissect small animals which sometimes freaked up Mario (although he never judged him for his impulses). Joe also talked about joining mafia from an early age, it seemed like a natural thing to do. He never imagined himself as anything else than a criminal. Mario is academically very smart. Joe often said to him that someone this smart could go study and make something of himself through honest job. But Mario was a very cynical person from an early age and thought that the only way people like them can escape poverty is through dishonest means. Also, Joe is just a joy to be around (if you’re not the animal or a person he’s dissecting), he’s funny, great cook, loves music, unassuming but charismatic. And it’s not just a front, he really is like that, he has two sides, one of them is very dark. Mario, as smart as he is, lacks the charisma and is aware of that. He is brooding and sulking and cynical. Lacks the social capital ... and friends (except for Joe of course). He also likes to go to casinos and gamble, not because he needs the money, but he likes winning and he likes the fact that other people’s social status can’t help them there. He’d never admit this to you but he secretly wants friends and wants to be liked but he is just so goddamn unlikable to the majority of people that no amount of wealth can help him with that. Mario was also always ashamed of his humble origin. When the two of them joined the crime world, they joined Andrey’s crime ring. Joe is very loyal to Andrey because he sees him as someone who gave him a chance and saved him from poverty. Joe became Andrey’s best hitman and is free to act on his darkest impulses. Mario became Andrey’s accountant, handling money. But unlike Joe, Mario resents Andrey because Andrey is a big classist and often and not so subtly lets Mario know that he would be nothing without him. In the story, Mario befriends Goncharov (the met in a casino) and will have to decide whether he betrays his boss or not. And will he be able to convince his best friend Joe to work against a man he is very loyal to?

The Naples side of my story is probably my most developed part as of now. I still don’t have everything figured out.

How Ice Pick Joe got his nickname:

Ice Pick Joe's favorite weapon of choice actually isn't an ice pick, despite many people assuming that's the case. He doesn't have a favorite weapon or a torture method. He likes them all. His nickname refers to one specific event that took place shortly after after he joined Andrey's crime ring. One of Andrey's highest ranking lieutenants was suspected of stealing money and giving up information to a rival crime lord. He was subjected to many hours of interogation and torture but still he would not confess. Then Joe asked to try. The only thing he took to the room with him was in ice pick. Nobody really knows what happened in there but it took less than 15 minutes for the lieutenant to confess how much he stole and what information he gave up. Andrey then used this information and destroyed the rival crime lord. This event prompted Joe Morelli to gain an immense amount of respect within the crime ring and ever since that day everyone called him Ice Pick Joe.

Info about Katya and her brother Valery:

Katya and her older brother Valery were born in Moscow but moved to Moldova after Katya's birth. Their moldavian mother died during Katya's birth and their russian father was very abusive but mostly absent. Valery is 20 years older than Katya and he basically raised her on his own. Valery became a high ranking officer in the militsiya (soviet police) at quite an early age, mostly due to his efficiency. He soon became disillusioned by the brutal soviet regime and defected to the USA, searching for a better life for him and Katya. He became a weapon smuggler and that's how he and Katya met Goncharov. Valery and Goncharov fell out during an event where Valery thought Goncharov had betayed him after a heist gone wrong (he didn't betray him, it was misunderstanding). He also hates Goncharov because Katya fell in love with him and choose to leave with him.

#lol why is this so long #i guess i wrote more about the characters than the story itself whoops #you dont have to read this as it doesnt really answer your question #im gonna copy this to my lore post #beelz lore #goncharov #unreality

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hockeyandhrsepwr · 1 year

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Snap Snap 📸

Quinn Hughes X Photographer reader

Snap Series Masterlist

Y/NJohnson

Y/NJohnson I’m a photographer and I took this photo

Aka look at my hot boyfriend

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Nucksfan Thank you for your service🫡

Y/NJohnson I am a woman of the people🫡

JackHughes I'm waiting for the punchline

Y/NJohnson what punchline?

JackHughes there has to be something. you're never this nice to him

Y/NJohnson I can't just appreciate my boyfriend?

_quinnhughes he's not wrong......

Y/NJohnson 🫠

_quinnhughes Thanks babe

Y/NJohnson look how cute you are

Y/NJohnson I can't tell if you're being sarcastic but you're welcome

Elblue Love it!

Y/NJohnson love you mama Ellen

lhughes_06 Kent your sisters being gross

Y/NJohnson Quinn your brothers being annoying

Canucks Favourite Hughes!

fan747 Quinn with facial hair 🤤

Y/NJohnson Exactly!! #bringbackthebeard!!

_quinnhughes I remember you saying something about beard burn.... 🤨

kentjohnson.13 bleh

JackHughes nasty (not in the hockey way)

Y/NJohnson

Y/NJohnson we’ll miss you Schenner!! Enjoy living in an inferior city

#stoptradingallquinnsfriendsaway #toomanygoodbyes

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LukeSchenn Of all the pictures you could've chosen

Y/NJohnson you know you love me

LukeSchenn I know you care

Y/NJohnson just shout whenever, and I’ll be there

Bboeser you are my love, you are my heart

Y/NJohnson and we will never ever ever be apart!!!!

_quinnhughes girl quit playing

Kuzya_096 XXX thats wrong, you’re out 🙅‍♂️

Y/NJohnson god thats embarrassing

Y/NJohnson pssst LukeSchenn, how much for you to clock Q next time we play the Leafs?

_quinnHughes are you serious right now?

Y/NJohnson I think you’d rock the ‘just got my ass kicked’ look! Is it wrong to want to see that?

_quinnhughes Yes!!!

Y/NJohnson oh grow up, its a little punch. Jack wouldn’t do it so I have to resort to other measures

_quinnhughes JackHughes seriously?

jackHughes Oh yeah, she tried to pay me 20 bucks to hit you

_quinnhughes Well thanks for declining

Y/NJohnson yeah, cause he’s a fucking wimp and didn’t want you to hit him back

jackHughes you didn't grow up with him, he's a menace

Y/NJohnson Oh I'm aware and I chose to be with him which might be worse

lhughes_06 yeah it definitely is

Canucksfan4894 Justin Bieber? She’s a woman of taste.

Y/NJohnson oh, thats courtesy of the locker room. Lots of Beliebers in there

Canucksfan4894 LMAO really?! Who

Y/NJohnson where to start?

_quinnHughes I will revoke your visiting privilege

Y/NJohnson See the pass hanging on the mirror? That means I’m untouchable motherfucker 😎

Y/NJohnson

Y/NJohnson Any speculations about trades are irrelevant. He’s here till I say he can leave BBoeser

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Fan5758 Thought this was an official announcement

Y/NJohnson It is. I’m the boss and I say he stays

Canucks not how it works unfortunately :(

Y/NJohnson You can’t take away my emotional support dumbass!

BBoeser I'm flattered, but I thought that was Quinn?

Y/NJohnson no, he’s my emotional support depressy dumbass. There’s a difference

BBoeser Oh sorry

Y/NJohnson god Brock, keep up 🙄

_quinnHughes Babe, you can’t keep doing shit like this

Y/NJohnson I haven’t been fired yet so I’d say I can

Y/NJohnson I know y'all think I’m joking but I will lock him in my basement

_quinnHughes we dont have a basement

Y/NJohnson well I'll lock him in the coat closet then. Jesus Quinn stop ruining my fun

Jackhughes yeah jeez _quinnhughes let her kidnap someone in peace!!

Kentjohnson.13 Youre living together !?

Y/NJohnson did I not tell you this?

Kentjohnson.13 NO!

Y/NJohnson oh, well whatever.

Y/NJohnson

Y/NJohnson I’m a photographer and I took this photo (round 2)

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_quinnnhughes really babe?

Y/NJohnson I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of my awesomeness

Canucks48 legend 🙌

_eliaspetterson why'd you do me like that? I thought we were friends!

Y/NJohnson I couldve chosen worse photos. I'd call that being a good friend

Canucks4985 Quinn always looks so sad!

BBoeser what is going on in the 5th pic?

Y/NJohnson Cap being a boss, obviously

kentjohnson.13 can you just be normal?

Y/NJohnson ew, why would I want that?

_quinnnhughes don't be mean to my girlfriend! She's perfect

lhughes_06 even when she posts these photos?

Y/NJohnson aw, you think I'm perfect? 🥹

kentjohnson.13 no one else does

Y/NJohnson didn't ask you but thanks bro

Y/NJohnson I drop a picture, now these b*tches feel attacked

_quinnhughes I wonder why

BBoeser I think you mean 1 bitch

Y/NJohnson you're right, its _eliaspetterson

fan857 Queen shit

Canucks Giving the people what they want

Y/NJohnson yeah, since I'm not allowed to post them on the official account anymore.

kentjohnson.13 I can't tell when its you commenting from that account anymore

Y/NJohnson that’s the point little bro. You’ll never know….

Kuzya_096 I'm kind of scared to see your camera roll

Y/NJohnson This is the worst of them

_quinnHughes I dont believe that for a second

williamlockwood Not the penalty box one

Y/NJohnson My personal favourite

jackhughes mine too. Mom hates it though

Y/NJohnson and yet he's still the favourite

Lhughes_06 thats uncalled for!

#jjs insta edits #quinn hughes x reader #vancouver canucks #hockey instagram au #quinn hughes

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poptart-productions · 2 years

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Welcome Home

[ 5000+ ] words

pairing: kiribaku x black fem! reader

cw// smut, praise, submissive reader, oral, overstimulation, anal, swearing

[when you return home from a particularly draining day of hero work, it appears that your boyfriends have a few surprises for you—far beyond just making dinner ]

[a/n] it’s been a while since i’ve posted here, so i hope you enjoy it, especially since i put my back into this one. also! bold text means it’s in japanese.

also also! i should mention that this inspired by the va yuzuya! particularly one audio he has on his patreon. if you liked this, you should definitely go check him out in youtube where he has a kiribaku series!

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"HEY GUYS!"

your excited voice spills through the speakers, making katsuki perk up; even though he wouldn't admit it, he got excited—he thought maybe you were finally home.

it only took you saying something else for him to realize it was a recording he was hearing; one he's heard before.

"that fucking idiot" he growled, getting up and heading toward the kitchen; the recording continues as he does so, "—okay! you guys have been blowing up my phone, though. i'm sorry, i'm still not in the position to be taking calls right now but i—"

by now katsuki had reached the kitchen, and clicked off the loud speaker; eijirou, who was currently cooking something—hell if katsuki knows what, but it smells good regardless—whined

"katsuki~ i was listening to that~"

"so? we've heard it like twenty times already!"

the man sighs, turning his attention back toward the stove, "we haven't seen or heard from her all day. . .i just, wanted to hear her voice"

"you're so clingy—what the hell are you gonna do if one of us gets sent on a mission, huh?!"

eijirou pauses, tensing up.

shaking his head, katsuki goes to hold eijirou's hand, "you always worry yourself sick; yeah, it fucking sucks being away from her, but she'll be fine—she's strong enough to handle her own shit"

"you being worried is like saying you don't believe in her—and that's not it is it?!"

"—no! of course not i just—. . .i miss her"

katsuki lets out a sigh, moving to hug eijirou from behind, ". . .me too"

"what are you making, anyway?"

"oh!" eijirou's face lights up, "s'[n/n]'s favorite!"

"she always cooks for us, so i thought i'd use the tips you gave me to return the favor"

katsuki responds to this with a lazy hum, resting his face in eijirou's shoulder

after a moment of comfortable silence, eijirou looks up,

". . .y'know, katsuki. . .?"

"hm?"

"i just had an idea. . ."

[. . .]

"you did good work today, [h/n]. go home, i've kept you long enough"

"—thank you, ma'am!"

you bow to your superior before running into your agency to get your things; you didn't even bother changing into your civilian clothes.

"see you tomorrow!" you call to your boss, who was still outside by the time you had finished up.

using your quirk to get home faster, you excitedly take out your phone.

"hey baby!" you called kiri because you knew he was gonna answer, but how excited he was to do so made you wanna melt

"hey! is katsudon there—"

"—i told you to stop calling me that, dumbass!"

guess that answers your question.

"hey, you two. . . !" eijirou stops that interaction from escalating, before changing the subject,

"we miss you so much,"

"i miss you too—but don't worry, we won't be apart for much longer"

eijirou gasps, "you're coming home?!"

you smile, "as we speak, love"

"katsuki, babe—did you hear that?"

"—i'm standing right next to you, course i heard it!"

"relax, man. . .jeez"

"leave it to katsudon to ruin the vibe—"

"—what the hell did i just tell you?!"

feeling like you've bitten off more than you can chew, you look down at your phone, "oop—would ya look at that—gotta go!"

[. . .]

as your house came into vision, you stopped using your quirk.

your heart was racing with excitement, but as soon as your feet touched the ground, gravity laid into you with the force of a truck

it was almost hard to breathe, but it's not like you haven't felt this way before

"oh—pins and needles!"

okay this is definitely the worst case of soreness you've had in a while, but you're a pro hero for crying out loud; it would be shocking if you didn't come home in pain

but damn, does this hurt

this back pain has you feeling like an old lady.

you decided that the aching in your soles was much worse, so you put strain on your back in order to rid your feet of your boots

you look over the horizon, pain dulling substantially as you imagined yourself in the company of katuski and eijirou; the warmth, kiri getting emotional about your return, and katsudon inevitably getting pissed off

you'd bear all the pain your body could take if it meant getting to experience that again—a little ache can't stop you.

so you hobbled up to your front door, your knees buckling on the last step; your legs threatened to give up on you.

you steady yourself against the door as you unlock it, knowing that if your boyfriends saw you like this they would freak—especially kiri

as you pushed the door open, the feeling of immense comfort blasted you like ac in the middle of summer; the smell of home made it hard for you to do anything else but succumb to this feeling

collapsing in the middle of the hallway, you leaned against the door; you closed your eyes with a labored sigh.

just as you were starting to relax, a voice called out, "babe. . .?"

you opened your eyes to find eijirou and katsuki

the three of you just stared, afraid that moving would mark the end of this sweet dream.

you were starting to tear up despite the fact you had seen the two this morning—you had no idea why you were being this dramatic

"come here, already!" katsuki snaps, snapping you out of your trance; "alright. . .i'm coming, you big meanie. . . !" still exasperated, you scramble up into the embrace of your boyfriends

the hug could only be described as desperate; you three hugged each other like you had been deprived of some sort of life force

the pounding in your chest finally came to a slow, and you went to break away but the two were still trying to squeeze the life out of you.

"c'mon guys, i stink—let go of me!"

"i won't ever, babe!"

"hell no!"

you giggled, before pausing. you realized that the "home" you were smelling seemed a lot like food "so," you changed the subject "are you two cooking?"

"oh!" kiri finally lets you go, "that reminds me! i'm almost done—in the mean time, why don't you take her to the bathroom, katsuki?" he gets up to return to the kitchen

you stare up at the pomeranian, a dumb smile plastered across your face, "oh~? what's this about?"

"you'll find out if you shut up and follow me"

"i'm coming, i'm coming" you snort, forcing yourself to your feet

a sweet smell fills your senses as you get closer to the bathroom

"babe?" you call; he simply looks back at you, his expression unreadable to you in that moment, "what is. . . ?"

as you finally reached your destination, your eyes widened.

rose petals: the bathroom was drowning in them—there was a trail leading to the tub, and in the actual water, too.

also, there were candles everywhere! that explains the sweet aroma. it's a fire hazard, honestly.

this was kiri's doing for sure.

"is this. . .for me?"

"no, it's for casper the ghost"

not even katsudon's snide comments could ruin this moment for you.

you reach for the fastening on the back of your suit, but katsuki gets it for you. letting out a sigh, you remembered just how constricting this costume is.

just as you were pulling it off your shoulders, katsuki's hands slipped beneath the opening he had just made. his warmth stayed for moment before fanning out, gently separating the material from your sweaty skin.

it wasn't long before that wretched garment was discarded in the corner

"katsuki. . ." you giggled a little, feeling embarrassed now that you were so exposed

you thought he'd try to poke fun at you—say something about how you stink—but instead he took you into his arms. that was so effortless—not a grunt or strain to be found

he places you in the bath, and god; this feels heavenly

"i told shitty hair not to light so many damn candles" katsuki grumbles, making a round and putting some of them out

you expected him to leave after this, but instead he comes around behind you.

placing hands on your shoulders, he begins to move them in a rhythmic motion

oh, you realized what he was up to.

"that feel good?" you couldn't help but giggle at katsuki's attempt at being gentle

"yes katsu. . .thank you"

. . . .

upon giving it thought, this is rather. . .interesting

"first the bath. . .now this? you two are up to something. . ."

"just shut up and enjoy the massage"

"okay, okay!"

[. . .]

now thoroughly relaxed, you and katsuki join eijirou in the kitchen, where he was plating his dish.

"my favorite. . .kiri, you didn't"

it was a dish from your home—much different than japanese cooking

he really learned how to make it. . . ? all for you?

you put your foot down, confronting the two men "okay, you two are definitely up to something"

"huh? what do you mean?" kiri raises a brow

"why are you being so nice? katsuki, did you break the tv again—"

"—i told you it broke on its own, dumbass!"

"why do we have to be apologizing to do something nice for you?" eijirou giggles, "we just love you, babe. we know you had a rough day so we wanted to pamper you a little, that's all"

"really?" the two nod, "oh. . ."

"anyway, let's eat! i'm itching to know what you think!" kiri changes the subject

the three of you took your seats,

"itadakimasu!"

[. . .]

"why don't you go up to the bedroom, hun" kiri suggests, kissing your cheek, "me and katsuki will clean up"

he means you don't have to wash dishes with the clean freak? say less

"okay!" you chirped, practically skipping up to your shared room

after changing into one of katsuki's shirts, you went to lay down

unfortunately for you, you couldn't sleep no matter how hard you tried

you sat up, feeling sort of. . .empty—like you were missing something.

throwing your legs off the edge of the bed, you kicked your feet like a child

you suddenly gasped and shuddered as the image of katsuki and eijirou on top of you forced it's way into your head—their voices in your ears, each praising that you're 'taking it so well'

you looked around—just making sure no one saw that.

upon confirming that no one did, you look down at your knees, coming to a realization

oh,

so that's what it is. . .

you can't lie, you sort of hoped katsuki would've tried something when you were in the bath earlier—and you're hoping the two of them will try something now.

naturally, you could feel your heart pounding and your stomach tightening as footsteps approached the bedroom

"oh, you're still awake?"

"dammit, why the hell you always have to wear my shirts?"

the difference in how they reacted to seeing you there could honestly give you whiplash; you giggled, responding to the last thing you heard, "because it makes you the angriest"

but. . .if they expected you to be sleep did they not plan on making love to you?

shit, will i have to ask now?

see, that's your problem; fighting blood thirsty villains on the regular? no sweat.

but somehow, the concept of telling your boyfriends when you wanted sex eluded you

"well, since you're not sleep yet; katsuki never did get to massage your whole body, huh?"

"huh? i mean—no, i guess not"

"how the hell was i supposed to do that when she was in the bath?"

"but fine, i'll—"

"—uh—actually!" kiri stops him,

"can i do it?"

"knock yourself out" katsuki was already headed to the bathroom, presumably to complete his night routine

"alright, babe just. . .take off your shirt and lay down for me, alright?"

"alright. . ."

you did what was asked of you while eijirou went to retrieve the massage oil

you shuddered as the cool air grazed your skin, before laying down on the somehow even colder comforter

you became hyper aware of yourself at that moment—was i really gonna wear a bra to bed? at least that makes this moment less awkward

by now kiri had returned, "you look so cute like this. . ."

it's just. . . the way he looks at you. . .you can't help but get a little flustered

"no need to get shy, babe i'm just telling the truth. you're really beautiful, y'know"

"just hurry up with the massage, eijirou!"

"oh—just cuz you said that, i'll compliment you even more now"

"you're so amazing," he leans down, placing a kiss on your stomach at each word, "your body is so perfect, babe"

"how'd we get so lucky, huh?"

"kiri. . .c'mon, already"

"alright, alright"

eijirou pours some of the oil into his palm, warming it between his hands before placing them on your diaphragm. you melted into the warmth of his soft hands.

you kept telling yourself that you should be relaxed, but clearly your shoulders didn't get the memo. how could you relax when the feeling of his hands on your body was so innately sensual—or is that just me?

running his fingers down your hips, eijirou paused for a moment before meeting eyes with you, "i'll massage your legs now, alright?"

"okay"

your entire body contracted as kiri's palms pressed into your thighs, getting jarringly close to that spot before he stopped completely. by now, katsuki had joined the two of you on the bed and also appeared to stop

this was just as you were starting to relax, too—this was very unfortunate

you glanced between the two of them, their facial expressions not giving you any answers

"hun. . .are you. . ." kiri finally makes eye contact with you, only making your nerves worse, ". . .wet?"

am i?

you shot up, looking down at yourself,

holy shit, i really am

guess that little scenario—courtesy of your brain—from earlier really helped that, huh?

"no, that's just—"

"—yes you fucking are, don't deny it!"

"don't yell at her, katsuki—it's okay, babe. i'm just. . ." kiri looks away, covering his face, ". . .glad i wasn't the only one who was thinking about you two"

your eyes flicker from your feet to kiri, ". . .really?"

"yeah. . .it's the reason i sent katsuki to help you in the bath"

"i knew i wouldn't be able to keep it pg. . .but. . .if you want it, hun; i'd be happy to"

"please. . ." you wrap your arms around eijirou's neck, snuggling into his chest

"alright," you could hear the smile in his voice, "are you up for it, katsuki—"

the two of you look up to find your boyfriend ridding himself of his clothes, "i guess that answers my question"

eijirou turns back to you, "why don't you make yourself comfortable, baby?"

nodding, you lay back down, tensing as a freshly naked katsuki joins you on the bed

"someone's eager"

"shut up"

"i take top, you take bottom"

katsuki only hums before getting in position to start kissing your thighs

kissing up the side of your neck, eijirou slips his hands underneath you, unfastening your bra. as you slid out of it, you let out a shaky laugh "you've. . .gotten better at that"

"heh. . .yeah, i've been really trying"

he looks down, "you're. . ."

". . .so cute"

he starts to caress your chest, placing the occasional kiss here and there

meanwhile, katsuki had begun a massage of his own; "katsuki. . ."

running his hands up your sides, it wasn't long before his fingers were tracing the hem of your panties.

you couldn't even focus on what was happening below before something above took your attention.

pain, then pleasure directly after—it was this warm, balmy feeling.

looking up, you realized that eijirou had just bitten the lobe of your ear before enveloping it in an open-mouthed kiss; he glances up at you expectantly, catching your skin on his teeth once again

your breath hitched, body shuddering, "eiji. . ."

you look at him once again—and though his mouth was currently occupied, he could even begin to hide the smug smile on his face.

then, it's almost as if everything was still.

eijirou had averted his attention toward your neck and you relaxed your shoulders, attempting to meld back into the soft comforter

wait. . .

your lower half feels really cold all of a sudden. . .

"katsuki—fuck. . ." you whispered, shaking as katsuki began tasting you.

your eyes fluttered shut, and you tried your best not to resist against katsuki's hands on your thighs.

you always seem to forget just how good this feels

eyes still closed, you lazily reach up to caress eijirou's face; his fingers trace your abdomen—you really enjoy the silky feeling of his skin on yours

you were prepared to fully submit to this moment, when katsuki all but yells at you,

"hey!"

eyes shooting open, you jolted upwards, "hm—what is it?"

he stopped moving, only keeping his gaze fixed on you as he says:

"look at me."

honestly, you don't know why you didn't see this coming; katsuki always demands eye contact—but you? you really couldn't bring yourself to do it without getting flustered

your face was so hot that your vision was hazy—you tried to blink it away, but it didn't work

you look to eijirou, hoping he'd get you out this situation but he only offers you a taunting chuckle, before positioning himself behind you,

he leans against the headboard, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

realizing he'd be of no help, you opt to hide your face in your hands

"aw. . ." kiri coos, "no need to be shy, hun. . ." before moving your hands away, "look"

still attempting to blink away your embarrassment, you finally meet gazes with katsuki

you found the look in his crimson eyes both reassuring and worrying

gaze trained on you, katsuki gives you a teasing lick.

"god. . ." you broke away for just a moment, but somehow katsuki's expression was more intense when you glanced back at him.

he's making it so difficult—to maintain eye contact, that is

"your moans are so pretty. . ."

kiri presses a series of gentle kisses to your shoulder, before reaching down to massage your clit

. . .for all of two seconds—not even enough time for you to register the feeling—before katsuki swats his hand away

"piss off, shitty hair! . . .s'mine"

"possessive much? [y/n]'s mine too, y'know"

suddenly—perhaps out of spite—katsuki diverts all attention to your clit

a pulsing, throbbing pleasure went surging throughout your entire body

you throw your head back, resting against eijirou's shoulder

katsuki growls at this, "i told you to look at me"

"oh. . .katsuki—shut up, i'm close—"

it was almost as if that statement turned on a switch in his brain; he kept that same, steady pace but he was laser-focused on his "task"

he was like a robot—it'd be quite captivating if you could focus

"oh—fuck—please. . . !" you latch onto your boyfriends' hands, squeezing your eyes shut as you came undone in their arms

"atta girl" katsuki pats your thigh as he sits up.

barely giving you time to recover, eijirou excitedly exclaims, "my turn!"

he moves from behind you and you lay back down,

you waited for kiri to start, but instead he offers a hesitant, "um. . .actually. . .i was wondering if you could. . . sit on my face?"

"oh. . . ? i. . .—" you were taken aback, seeing as this was the first time he's ever asked you anything like this

you were conflicted; you had always wanted to try that

but you were also worried that you'd be too heavy, to put it bluntly

he's giving you the big puppy dog eyes, though! you can't just say no—you don't want to.

gnawing at your bottom lip, you began to nod, ". . .okay"

"really?! okay, lemme lay down"

he excitedly gets into position, shifting a couple times before looking up at you, "okay! c'mere"

you blinked, avoiding eye contact as you climbed on top of eijirou; closing your eyes as you hovered above his face.

"you're so gorgeous, baby"

you let out a shaky hum in response to this, before lowering yourself—you could only get yourself half of the way down before every bone in your body stopped you from going any further

stop right there, you will kill that man

your bones yell

but what am i supposed to do? he really wants me to do this! you try to make your case

just. . .make it look like you're sitting all the way down; he's not gonna know

okay

you meekly reply

"alright" trying to keep your voice from shaking, you stilled your body—or at least. . .attempted to

eijirou chuckled, "as much as i like this view, i'm gonna need you to sit all the way down, hun"

the lie didn't even last for five seconds, "huh? but i, am. . . ?"

katsuki sucks his teeth, crossing his arms, "your legs are shaking, it's a dead giveaway"

feeling embarrassed, you looked down; you decided your only option was to come clean about your worries "but. . .i'm too heavy, i. . .—"

"it's not like you're gonna hurt him or anything" katsuki sighs

eijirou nods from underneath you, "yeah! i'm the sturdy hero, remember? c'mon, babe. . .please?"

"o-okay. . ." you lower yourself until you were comfortably—and quite literally sitting on top of your boyfriend's face, which was enough to make you sigh out,

eyes fluttering shut, you reached behind you for support

even through closed eyes, you could tell katsuki had crawled closer to you and eijirou, "while you two are busy, i'll just make myself comfortable"

judging by eijirou's moans, it seems that katsuki began pleasuring him

"katsuki. . ." he whimpers into you,

"[y/n]. . . ?!" he speaks again, more urgently reaching up to grasp your hand; looking behind you, you noticed the look in his eyes, too "what. . .what is it?"

"am i. . .doing good?"

right.

how could you forget?

"yes. . .very good; you're such a. . .good boy, eiji" you smiled down at him

this comment alone seemed to enhance kiri's pleasure.

forcing yourself to keep your eyes open, you turn to katsuki, who looked as if he was prepared to upgrade the service he was giving eijirou

"w-wait. . . !" you stopped him

"i. . .wanna. . ."

katsuki snorts, "well c'mon already, then" he invited you over, but he didn't stop what he was doing with his hands

nodding, you lean over, taking kiri into your mouth; just this was enough to send him over the edge

"ngh—mmh~!" he's still going, somehow

you had to commend him for his resolve

if he keeps going like this. . .

all it took was his tongue entering you and you were done for

but just like your boyfriend, you didn't quit—in fact, you took more and more into your mouth

after awhile, your high died down, but. . .eijirou. . .

he always cums so much, you thought as eijirou continued to release

his chest heaved—you could feel his heart drumming against his chest—his body shook

until finally, his breath slowed and he took a break from pleasuring you

the three of you let out a pleasured hum, realizing the moment you all just shared

lifting your head carefully, you were prepared to swallow when eijirou urgently taps your thigh, as if telling you he needed something; with your mouth full, you couldn't ask—but your silence told all kiri he needed to know

"i. . .wanna see it. . .i wanna see it in your mouth, please" he asked, muffled.

"yeah. . .let's see it"

you glanced in between the two, a little shocked

letting out a whimper, you get off of kiri who eagerly sits up. eijirou and katsuki look to you expectantly

avoiding eye contact, you open your mouth, "ahh~" tilting your head back so that you don't lose any

"fuck, that's so pretty"

"yeah. . ."

you gagged as the warmth spilled into your throat.

katsuki places his fingers underneath your chin, closing your mouth

"now, swallow" you blink, doing as you were told—this is much more difficult than i originally thought

you genuinely struggled to swallow it all in one go.

"good girl" eijirou pats the top of your head

as you take a moment to catch your breath, kiri excitedly asks, "so. . .are we going all the way, or. . . ?"

the two turn to look at you, to which you nod—you didn't even hesitate, "yes! . . .please"

there's that feeling again; whenever you give consent, the way they looked at you felt. . .different—you felt emotionally (and physically) naked, it was. . .

it was embarrassing, there's no other word for it

you sat in silence, avoiding eye contact for what felt like minutes before your boyfriends finally broke away and looked at each other instead of you

"if that's the case; i had an idea" katsuki admits, holding your attention

he glances at you once again, "i was thinking we could both fuck you at the same time"

at the very least, eijirou seemed to get as flustered as you did

"so you mean she would. . .—"

"—be in between us"

"but. . .—she's never done anal before. she could get hurt if we force this kinda thing on her"

you could feel your heart dropping into your stomach upon hearing kiri's words. he really wants to try it now? you haven't prepared properly; what if you make a weird noise? or worse. . .

although. . .you had similar doubts about sitting on eijirou's face and that turned out great—but this is different

katsuki and kiri continued as you were arguing with yourself, "she won't, you idiot; she's been practicing,"

katsuki looks over at you, forcing you out of your head for a moment, "right?"

"y-yes. . ."

"and you didn't let me watch. . . ?" while eijirou was focused on whining, katsuki seemed to notice your 'less-than-enthused' tone

"if you don't want to, we won't."

"i do! i'm just nervous, is all"

"it's okay, we'll ease you into it like we would any other time" kiri reassures

"yeah, but she'll be on her stomach so you go on the bottom shitty hair—you'd probably tear her open regardless"

the shark boy frowns, "what? what's that supposed to mean?"

"don't play dumb, it's fucking huge!" katsuki yells

kiri looks down, red dusting his face, "it's. . .it's not that big"

"it is pretty big, kiri" you sigh

"moving on. . ." eijirou looks toward you, "why don't you lay down again, hun?"

you nod, your sweaty body welcoming the still-cold blanket. you focus on the dust on the ceiling fan—damn, if katsuki saw that. . .—as eijirou positioned himself behind you once again

katsuki places your legs on his shoulders before looking up at kiri, "hey, shitty hair; you still got that oil, right?"

"uh, yeah" kiri grabs the bottle off the bedside table, before handing it to him

katsuki takes a moment to warm it in his palms before starting to massage you there

you closed your eyes, whining as katsuki got you ready for him

kiri strokes your face, "how's that feel, [n/n]?"

"it's. . .different"

you thought with all your practice, you'd be used to how alien it feels by now

but no. . .

it wasn't a bad feeling—it was just odd

"hey. . .katsuki?" kiri starts, "can you maybe. . . ?"

"you want me to teach you?"

"y-yeah. . .i mean, i should know if you get sent on a mission, right. . . ?"

"okay, but pay attention because i'm not repeating myself!"

"got it!"

katsuki's finger is inside you now and, well . . .

this is something

it didn't necessarily feel good or bad—just kinda felt like someone stuck a foreign object up there, just as it had the first few times

you were starting to get worried you'd just be tolerating this feeling when the time comes

"when you get your finger inside, you crook it like this"

he demonstrates with his free hand,

"just, feel around a bit. . .you'll know if you find it"

"AH—fuck, katsuki" you jolt up

what the fuck is he doing down there?

you've never felt that before—this electric feeling of intense pleasure and a hint of pain—have you been doing it wrong this whole time?

"oh, like her g-spot?"

"yeah. . .like her g-spot"

as you writhe, katsuki smirks, "guess you have been practicing; you're already ready for a second finger"

as katsuki does this, eijirou continues to keep you relaxed, "aw~ so cute" he praised

"katsuki—god!"

"feels good huh, baby?"

"uh-huh"

that's when you realized that eijirou was behind you; reaching over your shoulder, you begin to stroke your boyfriend

he grabs your hand, "oh that's okay, hun; tonight's about you"

"but—OW, katsuki that hurt?!"

"have you been doing it like i showed you? it shouldn't hurt that much" katsuki eyes you, stopping his movements and removing his fingers

well, it never felt good when you did it, so you're gonna go with no

". . ."

"baby~" kiri whines

"you could get seriously injured! why didn't you let katsuki watch you?"

"because. . . ! that’s awkward. . .and weird!"

sure, he’s seen you in lewd ways numerous times already—but this? it’s too much

"well, i'll have to spend more time doing this now" katsuki sighs, rolling his wrists

you whine, wanting him to go back to pleasuring you, "you're such a spoiled little shit" he shakes his head

eijirou chuckles while you pout, "say please, hun"

"please~ katsuki? please?"

he only offers a hum, before obliging; you threw your head back, somewhat dramatically, as he reached 'that spot'

more and more

your body began to accommodate his fingers more and more

as soon as that happened, katsuki was almost ruthless with his fingers; he's getting impatient

he suddenly stops, and the two of you do as well

"hey, eijirou. . ."

"yeah. . . ?!"

eijirou seemed alarmed at the use of his actual name; must be serious

"come here"

eijirou does just that, gingerly laying you down as he gets from around you

he makes his way over to katsuki, who gestures in your direction, "look at that. . ."

your eyes were screwed shut, but you could feel their hungry eyes on you—tracing your frame over and over

"she stretched so well for us. . ."

"i think she's ready"

"okay! me first!"

eijirou lays down, patting his thighs

you couldn't hold in your giggling at this sight; you oblige, though—straddling your boyfriend's hips

you hum as you, sort've impatiently lowered yourself onto kiri

eijirou's breath hitched upon seeing just how ready you were; you sunk down to the hilt, holding your tongue all the while

"you got all the way down this time. . ." kiri looks up at you, starry-eyed

"you must have been really needy, huh?"

you kept your cool, though if you were being honest you were just as amazed as him

you've gotten more adjusted to his size over time but you've only ever been able to get half way down

you wiggle your hips, and it was almost as if that’s what it took for you remembered what you just did

body already shaking, you attempt to get off but your legs had finally given up and you fell back down—you yelped, your head throbbing as the pleasure took over your senses

god, it's been too long

"woah! you alright, babe?" eijirou steadies your hips, the warmth of his fingers helping less than he most likely thought

closing your eyes, you offer a feverish nod

"alright lay down on my chest, hun"

"y-yeah—okay"

you 'very gracefully' flop yourself onto your boyfriend, finding the racing of his heart both cute and comforting—at least you're not the only one

"you feel so good" eijirou sighs, stroking your face

"are you fucking done?" katsuki rudely interrupted your moment

sighing, kiri answers, "yes, katsuki; we're done"

with a grunt, katsuki positions himself behind you, "relax. . ." firm grasp on your tense shoulders, katsuki begins to enter you

"f-fuck! that’s—. . .you feel so good”

“katsuki—fuck!”

this is overwhelming—even with them unmoving inside you

i can do this, it's fine

after your breathing had finally slowed, you closed your eyes

"okay, go" and immediately, you felt like you were going to cum

"god, i can't—i don't know if i. . .—if i can handle this"

"it's okay babe," katsuki says, "just let go"

"yeah—just—close your eyes" eijirou adds

your moans became whiny and desperate as your body shook with your orgasm

"f-fuck!"

"can we keep going, hun?" kiri asks, though his tone was pushing ‘begging’ territory

you only nodded, wanting desperately for your boyfriends to get their release

however. . .you were so sensitive

very sensitive, "ah—ah! it's too much!" fuck, i thought i could handle it

"no~fuck—i can't!"

the two men tensed at your words—well, more like word, since 'no' was what they understood—but that made it worse

"should we stop?!"

"no! fuck—please don't stop"

at this point, you couldn't see.

your vision was overtaken by a white haze

your legs shook, you couldn't hold back any longer

so you screamed

you had never wished you could time travel more than that moment.

but to your surprise, that seemed to turn them on more

"oh, fuck yeah!"

"can you do that again?!"

the two begin to fuck into your relentlessly, chasing that reaction you just gave

and you gave it to them; how could you not?

it seemed that the two of them were getting quite close as well

"can we. . . ? cum inside? is that okay?" eijirou looks down at you

tears flowing down your face, you offer an exasperated nod

"yeah? alright, hun. . ."

"fuck!" the feeling of warmth spilling into you only added to your pleasure

kiri was pretty much out of commission, but katsuki kept fucking into you throughout his orgasm

all of you relaxed your bodies completely, shuddering and shaking all the while

okay. . .that was. . .a lot

you were conflicted; you wished the three of you could've lasted longer but you also really don't think your body could take it

fuck, they're still very much inside you

when you tried to move—wherever you tried to go, there was pleasure

kiri takes a firm hold on your hips, "st-stop squirming, babe" he gently lifts you off of him setting you back down on top of him

pulling out, bakugou growls, "we coulda lasted longer than that, fuck!"

"shh, babe—"

"—don't shush me!"

"she's trying to sleep"

"well she can't go to bed all dirty, shitty hair!"

"you can just clean her off like this"

you heard all of that, but zoned out after awhile

that is, until, "ah!" you feel an intense feeling of pain and pleasure shooting out from your core

"tender, huh?" kiri coos

"uh-huh"

"sorry"

katsuki applied less pressure as he continued to clean your body

after he was done, you went back to being dead tired; it wasn't long before you were drifting off

however, not before you caught this:

"we love you so much, hun"

"don't you dare fucking forget that"

#my hero acedamia #black reader #anime #fanfic #smut #kiribaku x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader

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piratekane · 1 year

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for ur sentence starter thingies, curious to see what 11 & 28 would look like

love ur writing btw!:)

eleven: it wasn't your fault twenty-eight: how long has it been since you slept

Ava frowns at the woman going in dizzying circles around her. She's muttering in a language Ava doesn't understand - languages she doesn't understand, she realizes after a minute - and is hard to pin down. Ava raises her hand to catch the woman's attention, realizes it's bleeding, and cradles it to her chest instead.

Her boss is going to be pissed if she bleeds all over housewares. Less if she bleeds on her shirt.

"Uh, excuse me," she tries gently.

The woman keeps muttering. Ava thinks it might be French, but her French is limited to the word potato and counting 1-10. She watches, fascinated for a moment as the woman paces in all directions, but then remembers that Vincent is always circling the floor and he's definitely going to have something to say about a customer who seems to be losing her mind.

He's seen too many apocalypse movies lately; he doesn't trust any slight inclination towards paranoia. And this woman is teetering on the edge of that.

So, no manners. "Hey, lady!"

The woman pauses, a plate in her hand. Ava frowns. How did that get there? The woman looks down at it, seemingly confused as to why she's holding it.

The woman straightens up, shoulders back and cheeks stained red, and carefully puts the plate down on the display, arranging it perfectly before she meets Ava's eyes. "I'm sorry."

"It's totally cool, seriously." Ava smiles hesitantly. "Are you... are you okay?"

"Quite," the woman says quickly. Her eyes are fixed over Ava's shoulders, her hands now behind her back. She looks like a soldier at rest. It reminds her of that month Michael thought he was some kind of weekend warrior on leave. All the camouflage prints, cargo pants, and heavy work boots.

This woman is in cargo pants, too, tucked into a pair of boots that look like they could kick down a door. But, like, way better than Michael. Ava swallows, mouth a little dry. Her eyes travel up what she assumes has to be strong calves and muscled thighs to her waistband.

Ah, yes.

The woman notices her gaze and looks down. Her cheeks flush an even deeper pink and her hands go back to her front, concealing the clip of keys at her waist. They speak at the same time.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize."

Ava smiles and the woman frowns.

"I didn't mean to injure you." The woman's eyes zero in on the blood starting to slow its way down Ava's finger and her frown deepens. "Is it bad?"

"I'm sure it's not." She looks down at her chest and realizes there's a small bloodstain on her baby blue polo. She grimaces. Not a good look. Vincent is going to make her change into something from the employee lost and found and she's pretty sure the only thing in there is whatever JC left behind when he went to "find himself."

The woman looks unconvinced. "It looks it."

Ava shakes her head. "I'm a bleeder. It's really no big deal. It happens all the time." She smiles, hoping for charming, but it doesn't seem to do anything to ease the worry on the woman's face.

"People slice your hand open often here?"

Ava frowns. "I'd hardly call this a slice. It's more like a... slight nick."

"You're bleeding on your shirt," she points out.

"I never liked this shirt." Ava sighs when the woman doesn't laugh.

The woman is still looking at her carefully, like she's going to suddenly snap and lunge at her. She's not going to. Actually, it's the end of a nightmare shift where Vincent has had her rearranging the towels by brand and by color because it was raining and slow and he read an article about things being more aesthetically pleasing when colors were grouped together. So this is the most interesting thing that's happened today. And a good story to tell Mary.

"Ava."

Ava pulls back a little, surprised. "You know my name?"

The woman gestures to her slowly. "It's on your... bloody shirt." Oh. Ava laughs a little. "I want to sincerely apologize for-"

"What's your name?"

The woman blinks. "Beatrice."

"Right. Beatrice. Listen. I know you didn't mean to use that..."

"Carabiner," Beatrice supplies.

"Right, carabiner. I know you didn't mean to use it like a weapon. It wouldn't have even been in my way if I had been paying attention and waited my turn." She smiles and it's definitely charming this time because Beatrice's face smooths out just a little. "So really, it's my fault. And you should probably decontaminate it, by the way. I must have bled on it."

That must not have even occurred to Beatrice. She starts to rifle through the various keys on the clip, checking the front and back of each one. Ava catches sight of a gym membership card clipped between the keys and wonders where Beatrice goes and what she does there and what her back looks like when she's on the rowing machine and-

"No blood," Beatrice says, voice cutting through Ava's deteriorating thoughts. "But I will probably clean them regardless."

Ava looks a little closer at Beatrice. She seems tired, her shoulders dropping throughout their conversation. There are small circles under her eyes, just dark enough to be noticeable in the terrible overhead fluorescent lighting.

"It was my fault," Beatrice insists. "I saw you reaching for it and still turned. I'm usually much more aware of my surroundings and my response to them."

Ava figures arguing with her isn't going to get them anywhere. She's not sure why, but Beatrice seems like the kind of person who is going brood about it for a little while. So she shifts gears. She sucks in her bottom lip, worries it between her teeth, and then says, "Hey, totally not my business, but, uh, when is the last time you've slept?"

And do you want it to be at my place? whispers a voice from within her. She feels the back of her neck flush and immediately quiets that part of herself down.

Beatrice blinks at her. "I'm sorry?"

"You just look, like, exhausted." Ava's finger is starting to throb with a dull ache. "I mean, I don't know you, obviously. But you seem like the kind of person whose pretty quick on their feet. Cat-like reflexes, you know? And you're pretty down on yourself about a silly not-your-fault mistake. Naps totally cure all of that."

Beatrice continues to blink at her, face blank. After a moment, she opens her mouth and closes it again. Ava waits. She can tell there's something Beatrice wants to say and she can be patient. Not with much in her life, but something tells her that Beatrice is the kind of person where patience makes everything better. And she has a plan.

"I don't take naps."

Ava smiles crookedly. Hook, line, sinker. "I kind of figured that. So, what do you say to coffee? Also another way to improve your day."

There's a slight pause as Beatrice seems to consider what she's saying. She waits again, but doesn't need to wait too long this time. "Are you asking me out?"

"I am." Ava looks down at herself. The blood stain is starting to dry. "I'd change my shirt, obviously. I don't do first dates in my HaloGoods shirts. They're not flattering."

Beatrice's cheeks flush again and Ava thinks oh. Maybe they are. "I don't drink coffee."

"We can drink water." Ava shrugs. "Orange juice, whiskey. A milkshake, if you want. Kombucha, wheatgrass juice, Shirley Temples, daq-"

"If I say yes, will you accept that I am to blame?" Beatrice interrupts.

Ava narrows her eyes. "That's unfair. But I'll split the blame with you if you let me buy you a... tea?"

Beatrice smiles a little. "Yes. Tea."

Ava beams. "Perfect. I know a place and I get off in... ten minutes. So I can drive you. Unless you plan to kill me with that carabiner clip?" Beatrice doesn't blush this time and Ava's smile only grows. "Great. Meet me outside?"

She'll have to change her shirt and clean and bandage her hand and she could steal - borrow - some of the perfume from the perfume section but then she'll be good to go on what is definitely going to end up being one of her more interesting first dates. Beatrice is still staring at her, eyes still wide, but Ava only smiles back and winks before twisting neatly on her heel, headed towards the employee break room.

"Meet you outside," she hears belatedly from behind her.

Yeah, definitely the most interesting part of her day.

#warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #this is an AU obvs #a meet cute if you will #this got long y'all i am sorry #when do i just calls these actual fics and not tumblr prmpts? the world will never know

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mrsjavierp · 5 months

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Where you belong?

Chapter 3 - Acquainted

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing, bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN, no description of the reader.

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: thanks so much for all your love! Sorry to keep you waiting, hope you like it!

Narrator's POV:

Coming out of the shower, Javier, once more, fought against his crave to remember:

Y/N dancing, he could see himself holding that body close...

Stop it, Javier! - he thought

Y/N wearing her red lipstick and a black dress, he could almost feel her lips on his...

No, stop it! - he continued.

Y/N almost purring when she called that stupid barman by "mi amor", oh, he could do so much: He could punish her, he could imagine her moaning...

No, fuck, no! - his voice in his mind almost screamed. - Stop, Javier. He doesn't want you, why would she anyway?

Y/N didn't even like Peña, so he believed...

Of course Y/N's supposed rejection towards Javier could be explained by a bunch of reasons: he was arrogant, was a complicated subordinate, a living RH nightmare, hated to follow the rules and orders, and risks? Oh, the stupid risks...

Truth be told, Javier Peña was fucked up in a lot of ways.

His boss had hella of work to do, a reputation to manage and maintain. If she's half as smart as he thought, she would have studied her team, to say the least.

Javier Peña had a problem, although. He wasn't expecting or counting that she would be so fucking perfect: loved whiskey and cigars, smart and hot as hell, such an angel that a devil like him definitely did NOT deserve.

And, of course, didn't want anything to do with him.

And now, she was just a few steps away, right next door.

Javier took a deep breath, trying to pick up an outfit, be damned the day he said "Yes" to Connie and Steve to join them at the USA's club in Bogota.

Y/N's POV - 1st Person

I should've known better... I should've said something before... I knew I wasn't gonna run away forever. - I thought. - Oh fuck, and he just entered home, like, in the morning. Where have you been, Peña? Stop it! Leave it!

I shook my head, trying to keep him out.

I had so much to do, groceries, Mail, beauty salon, bank, Yoga... Then, I'd go check the USA's club here.

But he had to show up like that? When I'm trying to dodge him?

Around 1 pm, I went to the damn club, they checked my ID and let me in.

It seemed really nice, with lots of activities, different sports, a bar, restaurant, SPA... It almost felt like an advantage to fight the drug war.

After I changed and put my bag into the locker they lent to me, I walked around for a while, until I decided to lay by the pool, wearing nothing but my red bikini, enjoying the heat and the breeze.

All was missing: a good drink and a bittersweet cigar.

Steve, Connie and Javi arrived about 2 o'clock, and the club looked a little bit empty than it would be on such a beautiful day. All of them were still trying to recover from the insane amount of tequila they drank.

All 3 agreed to go to the pool, since it was such a beautiful day and the bar provided all they needed.

Connie started to babble about Y/N, when they sat down, how she was a strong, smart woman. She wasn't a pushover... If so, Y/N was hard working and demanding of all of the DEA.

Javier made a face, while Y/N was the subject. He just wanted a little bit of peace, just to forget about you, until Monday. Murphy knew his partner like a few, and loved to mess with him even more.

Steve pretended that he didn't understand what bothered Javier so badly and endorsed Connie.

Steve ordered the beers, trying to enjoy a little break from all.

Javier's mind went to a place he avoided, just like the night before: his life in the US.

Truth be told, he could've brought Lorraine, she could try to make a home, he could see his son grow a little closer... But when they offered a chance to escape his wife, he left without looking back.

Colombia, despite all the problems, meant freedom to be, peace to live. He left the US, but brought an old self, another version, honoring his so called fame as "Laredo's leg spreader".

Not even his marriage kept Javier safe from that fame.

Of course, Lorraine and her family ignored all the comments and rumors about it, and when they've got a shot, loved to put Lorraine as a savior, his savior from a life of sins and depraved behavior.

Of course, Javier avoided doing anything at Laredo or its proximity.

But, again, Colombia was a new world, even with an anchor.

Once a week, he called his son, his little boy who was 3 years old, sent letters very often, sent money, different toys and... Was obligated to actually speak to Lorraine.

How could Javier deny his baby boy a family, just like he had?

Well, not exactly like that. Chucho and su mama loved each other a lot, not the same case as he had in his so-called relationship.

Avoiding another self-pity session, Javier made an effort to hunt his next company to bring home... At the same time, he spotted a hella of a piece of ass, wearing a ridiculously small red bikini.

Although Javier couldn't see a face yet, he was quite amused by the view and continued to appreciate it.

A few minutes later, a waiter came to serve her... With a scotch.

Neat scotch.

That's odd. - he thought. - what a coincidence.

She sat down, still not facing him. Her hair was smooth, with the wind playing with it.

"Showtime!" - he whispered to himself, leaving Connie and Steve.

Walking, as if he was the king of the world, towards the red bikini lady, he could see a little more... Her smooth skin, her curves, her nice ass, that was even hotter seeing it closely... Even noticed something on her ribs, maybe a tattoo?

Javier, the king of the world, was wearing a white speedo and open button down linen shirt, his aviator sunglasses, flip flops and his cocky smile...

A smile that started to fade, as her beautiful body became more familiar, her fresh perfume invaded his nostrils... And Y/N finally looked at him.

"There's no fucking way..." - he thought.

Steve and Connie felt like they're watching a stupid romcom, holding themselves, trying not to laugh in a way they'd notice.

"Agent Peña?" - she called him, pretending to be confused, yet, with her mouth watering so badly when notices his cock throbbing through his speedo.

A ridiculous tight speedo, that left little to no imagination.

You ignored the arousal between your legs.

As you spoke his name, with that mocking tone, that accent, that voice he hated to love, Javier became borderline painful. It felt like all of his blood went straight to his cock.

And there was him, dick hard as a rock, wearing small white swimming trunks, face to face with Y/N, the woman who he was positively sure hated his guts.

His jefe.

In parallel, little did Javier Jesus Peña know how you were drooling over his figure.

Of course you're having the time of your life, seeing the embarrassment all over his face, as he did not expect any of that...

However, not only your mouth, but also your very much wet cunt, clenching over nothing.

You got up, walked slowly on purpose, saving that unholy view, to greet that devil.

You meet halfway, but close to the pool.

"Javier Jesus Peña..." - she said, his name dancing on her lips. To him, it felt like something bittersweet. Felt like a motherfucking sin, a curse. - "What brought, better, who dragged you here? Let me guess, Connie and Steve?"

"Si, jefe." - he responded, still in disbelief. - "Care to join us?" - he showed the table. - "I know how you like'em."

Fighting Escobar seemed like eating candy, compared to the effort he was doing to look calm.

"Sure, will be nice. I did not expect company, since we all drank tequila as if it was water... Not even from you, given that you arrived in the morning." - and she laughed.

Javier offered to pick up her stuff, as she made her way to the seat. You let him, trying to keep it together.

In fact, you kept together, just not enough to walk straight, since you fell into the poll.

Per instinct, Javier took off his sunglasses and jumped, to save her.

"Gracias, Javi..." - he noticed that was the first time she called him by nickname.

You had military training, was an unbelievably fast and handy fighter, could take down a man twice your size, knew how to survive in the jungle, to shoot, to swim, to kill... You're Head Chief of the DEA.

Not to Javier, at the moment.

You're just a lady in danger to him.

Yes, Javier Peña was a manwhore, that was no secret, he fucked half of Bogota, was no stranger to brothels... But, on the other hand, he could be a gentleman. He grew up in Texas, it was his southern way.

Javier picked you up in his big and strong arms and took you to the edge of the pool. For a few, he could feel your soft skin, now wet, shivering... Saw your nipples get hard and appear though the bikini…

You really meant to thank him.

Javier just nodded, still taking in all those feelings and sensations, especially the one of having you so close, you fit so well against him...

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anneimaginesundertale · 4 months

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How about a meet cute injury with G? Cause you know, detective work XD

Someone slammed into you as you stepped out of the shop. Both of you fell to the ground in a tangle. The stranger on top of you was too heavy for you to move, which meant you were currently trapped, with your left leg twisted in a very uncomfortable position.

"Get off!" you tried to say, but your face was pressed against the pavement.

"Gotcha!" a new voice cried and then the person was lifted off of you in a great shout of profanity. They managed to kick you in the side as you were set free. You moved your leg, curling yourself into a ball on the pavement. You didn't trust anyone around you to let you get up safely. You'd just stay here until it was all over...

You listened to the ensuing struggle. The person who had landed on you was screaming and shouting about how it wasn't fair and they'd never hold them and all kinds of things you thought only got said on those stupid cop shows.

Another voice kept saying, "Yeah, yeah, tell it to the cops" and "Just shut up already. You're boring me." It was a sarcastic voice, with a hint of a laugh in it.

Sirens. More voices. The belligerent voice grew muffled and you heard a car drive away. Then a hand reached out and touched you gently. "You okay, lovely?" It was the sarcastic voice.

You dared to lift your head and found yourself looking into...eye sockets? They were lit with sparkling golden flecks of light, but they were definitely eye sockets. In a skull. And the hand touching you belonged to a skeleton. Any words you might have had vanished at the sight. You gaped like a fish.

The skeleton sighed. "Oh, geez," he said, "I'm sorry. That guy landed right on you. He kinda messed you up. I'm so sorry. That's my fault."

You blinked. "What?"

"I was chasing that idiot around the corner and he smacked right into you. You've got a scrape on your cheek there and, well, are you hurt anywhere else? You need a ride to the hospital or anything?"

"Um..." You tried to get your brain to focus long enough to take stock. Your cheek did hurt, and your knee, and your shoulder. You hesitantly touched each one. When you touched your cheek, your fingers came back slightly bloody. Hoo boy...

"Can I call somebody for you?" the skeleton asked.

"I...um...I..." You took another look at the blood on your fingers and felt the world swirl around you. You'd never been good with blood, especially your own. The last thing you heard was the skeleton saying, "Oh, shit!"

You woke up in a much more comfortable position. Looking around, you found that you were laying on a bed. The sarcastic skeleton was sitting in a chair next to you, engrossed in his phone. He looked up when he heard you shifting. "There you are, lovely," he said. "You doin' better?" He grinned at you.

"What happened?" you asked.

The skeleton's grin turned sheepish. "So, uh, you fainted and I figured I'd better just bring you to the hospital. They let me stay with you because I told 'em I was in charge of you."

"In charge of me?"

"I, uh, kinda made it sound like I'm your boss. I didn't wanna just leave you here on your own. 'Specially since it is my fault you got hurt. If I'd thought about it, I wouldn't've let that guy get back into town. It's lucky you were the only one who got hurt."

You blinked, trying to piece together what had happened. "Why were you chasing him?" you asked. "Who was he? Who are you?"

"He was a crook," the skeleton said. "I'm a private detective. Somebody hired me to catch him. Which I only did because he knocked into you and you both went down. So I guess I kinda owe you." He fished in the pocket of his black leather jacket and pulled out a wallet. "You ever need anything, you call me, okay?" He handed you a business card. You read G Osseus, Private Detective, along with a phone number and an email address.

#I think that's as far as I want to go with this one #I could do more but I'm not sure where to take this #obviously it would go somewhere #this is good enough for today though #g!sans #g!sans x reader

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multicolorlou · 6 months

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Nails (Game AU self insert)

Summary: Matthew Lillard!William notices your shoddily done nails and offers to pay for you to get them done professionally.

Author's Note: This includes some dirty conversation, some self deprecation (not in a kinky way), and mentions of not having a lot of money

@truecobblepot this was a headcanon I had I wanted to tell you but since you were asleep I just wrote a whole fic ❤️

It was another normal day at work, Kellen tapped away at her keyboard. As manager, it was part of her job to write up the company newsletter for her particular location. It was especially important considering it was the headquarters of Fazbear Entertainment. She was working right under Afton and Emily themselves.

This month she was going over some of the new performance tapes that were going to be distributed and the troubleshooting that may need to happen if issues arose. They didn't very often, but occasionally those two geniuses would miss something small.

As she worked away, the door to her small office opened, and in stepped the boss-man himself… well, one of them.

"Good morning, Mr. Afton."

She said jokingly, they were already beyond a romantic relationship at this point, but the formalities amused them.

"I brought you coffee." He placed it down on the table as he kissed the top of her head.

"Ah, disgusting, black coffee." Kellen joked, smiling up at him, "I'm joking, thank you, Will."

He leaned against her desk, "What were you up to last night? Usually I get a call from you."

She lifted her hand, showing off her freshly painted red nails. "I was doing my nails!" The paint work was somewhat sloppy and there wasn't anything special about them, but she seemed proud enough, so he smiled.

"I thought girls usually went and got them done." He pondered.

"Well, girls with money do, I can't be spending that kind of money, especially with how indecisive I am." She chuckled, "I haven't had my nails done since prom."

He smirked, she seemed so young to be reminiscing like that. "So, what, two years ago?" He teased her, earning a playful flick.

"Hey, now, I'm not that young." She laughed, turning in her swivel chair to face him. "Man I even got my toenails done, usually I'd think that was a waste of money."

He chuckled, seeming deep in thought. "Is that just not your thing or?"

"Oh, no, I love going and doing it…. As you can tell I'm kind of awful at doing it myself… I just… you know…" She seemed to be getting embarrassed that she couldnt afford a luxury most girls had. "Sorry you gotta see these awful things, but it gives me the illusion of classiness." She gestured with her hand, quickly burying her nails in her lap, now self conscious.

"Oh, hon, I didn't mean to make you feel bad, they look great."

"No, no, I know they're not the best, I just figure most people won't look past the color anyways." She feigned a chuckle and started typing again, her mood more melancholy.

William hesitated for a moment, but then spoke up. "Say, what if I paid for you to go get your nails done?"

She blushed a little, looking down at her lap. "You don't need to do that-"

He shrugged, "Just think of it as a bonus, you work so hard after all."

She shook her head, giggling a little, "Don't spoil me!"

"All I ask is you get them done purple, just so you remember who paid for them." He smirked, running a hand through her hair, he gently tilted her head up. Her face went completely red now.

"Ah- yes- sir."

He seemed pretty proud of himself, "Good girl." He let go of her head and rubbed her shoulder a little. "I can't wait to see those nails next time they're wrapped around my-"

"William!" She butted in, stopping him, she was absolutely mortified- not to say she wasn't enjoying the idea.

"Sorry, sorry…" He was definitely not sorry, not by the way he swaggered out of her office, smug and confident with what he had done. "Just stop by and grab my card before you go get them done… and make sure to stop and… show me." He winked, closing the door.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf art #fnaf fanart #afton #steve raglan #william afton #five nights at freddys #oc x canon #self x canon #self insert

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wardsbackpoet · 4 months

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THE MUSIC YOU HAVE IN TWEEKS PLAYLIST IS SO 🤭🤭🤭 LIKE IVE NEVER MET ANYONE THAT KNEW BLOOD FOR BLOOD

I honestly don't remember when I discovered Blood for Blood, but I think I might have my former boss (he'd get annoyed and say he wasn't my 'boss' 'cause he doesn't like 'bosses and never wanted to have nor be one; For context, he wasn't really my boss, I was self-employed, but working at his tattoo shop) / fill-in father-figure for a bit, a longtime friend of mine, to thank for that. That man is honestly 100% self-made and has an ethic and ethos I can really look up to and respect. We're also both into Madball, and I recently went to one of their shows. He couldn't go, due to ongoing cancer treatments.

Me and another friend of my former boss (actually, the co-owner of that shop I was working at), spoke with the band, got them all to sign a shirt for him and we brought it to his house the next day. He was super touched. Great group. We'd only asked one band member to sign as the rest were busy packing up gear, and he suggested he could go and get the rest to add their autographs, we were super grateful.

Also, I 100% get that frustration of never meeting anyone who likes/knows what you like and know. When I was a teen, the definition of 'hardcore' had slipped, and to me, it was still bands like Blood for Blood, Madball, Biohazard, Agnostic Front, Fugazi originating from the movement started by 7 Seeconds, Minor Threat, Black Flag, Sick of it All, etc. I saw Terror (which I like) as like, the band bridging how I defined hardcore to how kids of my generation defined it.

To the kids around me, it was this stuf with like, a lot of 'Woah-oh-oohs', in the midst of screaming. My whole view of it was 'it's a'ight, but that's not my scene', and I was often disappointed (and eventually disillusioned) when kids were like, "oh, I like hardcore too!". Over the years, my follow-up question changed from an enthusiastic "Oh awesome! Wanna go to a show? Wanna obsess about this Bad Brains album with me" to a bored, "Oh yeah? So like, what bands?" To which I'd hear Stick to your guns, Underoath, Silverstein or whatever else was popular at that time.

I ran into the same problem with kids saying they liked punk too. They weren't talking about Discharge or Subhumans, or Thulsa Doom, or Conflict, Descendants or NOFX. They meant The Used and Blink182, Rise Against and whatnot. I was utterly confused and felt born 20 years too late for real.

I was just...well, I longed for a more precise vocabulary to become more widely-used so I'd stop getting my hopes up/getting frustrated about the fact we really weren't talking about the same thing. I was a teenaged musical elitist, yup. A real fuckin' snob. I'm more open-minded today but it was disappointing and disheartening, only really finding like-minded musical peers among people at least a decade older than I was.

So, in contrast, meeting people who actually liked what I liked was always so exciting and felt really validating at a time when I felt as though there was always a barrier to being understood by my peers, and to connecting with them on a less than superficial level.

You didn't ask for that full analysis and I regret having overthought and rambled, but I typed it so you're getting it, I guess. Sorry?

& Thanks for reading the fic & I promise to update soon. Life's just been kicking my ass recently but it's okay, 'cause I just remembered I can kick back.

Also, I just realized maybe I rambled so much because the upcoming chapter explores some of those themes with Tweek finding it hard to find common ground with kids his age as well. So, maybe?

Anyways. THANKS FOR READING IT AND BEING PATIENT ON UPDATES.

& HMU if ever you wanna chat music or whatever else.

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Anthony starts to have an anxiety/panic attack with filming, doesn’t tell anybody that’s what it is so he goes to his office to deal with it by himself. Even though Damien wasn’t told what was happening he’s got experience with attacks like it (whether it’s with him or he has friends who have had them is up to you) so he goes to Anthony’s office to make sure he doesn’t have to go through it alone. What happens after that is up to you.

Anthony felt the familiar tightness in his chest, the tingling throughout his body, the shortness of breath, the fear... Why? Nothing was happening why now? It hadn't happened in years what was triggering it? He didn't know what he did know is he wanted to be in his office before anyone noticed. He took some deep breaths trying to ignore the tremble in his hands as he asked if they were done with the shoot. Everyone nodded and he smiled before making a beeline to his office. He sat on the couch in there trying to take deep breaths.

"You're okay you're okay..." he quietly repeated to himself. Then there was a faint knock on his door.

"Anthony?" a voiced asked concerned. Damien? What was he doing here?

"Do you need something?" He hesitated.

"Well no I just... Wanted to check on you," the man said softly. "I saw you were shaking-" dammit "and I uh got worried. I'm sorry I know it's none of my business I just-"

"No no you're fine... You can come in if you want I'm fine," he said gently trying to keep his voice even. The door opened and Damien stepped in closing the door behind him. His eyes ran over him looking him over and Anthony tried supress the shake but the eyes seemed to make the tremble worse as well as the overall anxiety. He took a shaky breath.

"You don't look fine," Damien said bluntly before his eyes went wide and he covered his mouth. "Sorry I didn't mean to-"

"It's... It's fine," he said putting his head in his hands. "I'm not doing well I-" he swallowed thickly. "Panic attack. Haven't had one in years and yet-" he felt the sting behind his eyes. Damien fidgeted.

"Could I sit?" he asked gesturing to the couch beside him. Anthony nodded. "I just wanted to say sometimes things like this come out of nowhere. Maybe it's from everything new and changing. You're happy of course but it's a huge change and our bodies and brains are weird." He nodded. At least that was true. He was only a few weeks into owning Smosh again and things were still very new. But still why now? "Do you want to talk about something? Take your mind off of things?" he asked gently.

"Sure," he said needing anything to get his mind off the fear coursing through his body.

"So... Have you played anything new lately? I started the new Legend of Zelda and I've really been liking it. If you haven't started it you should. I know you and Ian are a bit of old heads about games but it's really good," he said hoping to help. Anthony smiled.

"No I've started it thankfully. It's really good I just haven't had much time with everything," he said truthfully. He didn't have much time for anything but he did try and squeeze a few hours of gaming in.

"Awesome! Then I won't spoil ya. We should play sometime ya know? Like at company game nights or something. I would definitely like to get to know my other boss better," he said looking at him, an excited smile on his face. That was right he'd started just as he was leaving just missing him as he was working on Games.

"I'd like that too. You seem like a caring person Damien... Hell you don't even really know me and yet you still came in to check on me," he said with and Damien shook his head.

"It's not much. I just understand what it feels like ya know? My mental health has always been meh and it wasn't until recently I found some other things... I never want people to feel alone so when I saw you I felt like I had to help... Sorry that was dumb," he said sheepishly. "Anyways anything new you've gotten into? I have a few new projects coming up that I'm excited for!"

"Tell me about them," he wasn't up for much talking but listening to Damien was definitely helping.

"Ooh well a lot of them are kept under wraps NDAs and all that but they're very exciting. Let's just say my resume is getting full. Though one I think I can talk about," he said giddily. "Just promise not to tell anyone please?" Anthony made a movement crossing his heart. "Okay good... I'm playing the love interest in a shojo. It's honestly fucking insane really I grew up watching anime and suddenly I'm playing a pretty anime boy? It feels like a dream honestly same with all the games I voiced in. A few I can't talk about but so many and it's exciting! Sorry I feel like I'm rambling..."

"No no I enjoy listening it's part of my job ya know? It's super exciting and I'm happy for you, really. I'm glad things are working out but I hope you stick around," he said jokingly.

"Don't worry I'm not leaving any time soon," he said with a smile. "Are you feeling a little better now?" Anthony froze from a moment. He still felt the tingling of the adrenaline as it wore away and could feel his heart race just a little faster but he was calming down thankfully.

"Yeah a little. Thanks really... That probably would've lasted longer if you didn't help me," he said chuckling darkly. He knew the feeling well...

"It's no problem dawg honestly. I just wanted to help and I'm glad I could." Anthony nodded again. He checked his watch and saw it was almost lunch time. He clapped a hand on Damien's shoulder.

"How about we get lunch? My treat as thanks for helping me," he said smiling. Damien looked a bit taken aback but he agreed.

"Uh sure. Thank you," he said softly.

"It's no problem really... Dawg." Damien rolled his eyes and laughed. "C'mon let's get going." He couldn't help but feel grateful for his company in the moment. He'd have to thank him properly at some point but lunch felt like a nice start.

#anthony's day #smosh anthony #smosh damien #smosh fic #smoshblr #fanfiction #fanfic #platonic but questioning

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ji-woonhaksslut · 6 months

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I was tagged by @yahargulian ♥♥♥ Sorry for not answering this yesterday- I was working all day lol

Three Ships: Oh, this is hard. I mean, I'm a Kaveh and Alhaitham simp right now for sure, but I've gotten so into OCs lately that I've forgotten like half my old ships lol Definitely DabiHawks tho! If I think of the 3rd ill update lmao Coming back to say it's probably anything with Childe in it honestly. He's just a whole vibe with anybody and I'd read it lmao

First Ever Ship: Honestly, ya'll gonna think I'm so boring, but the first ever fan fics I looked up were for like Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine because I used to be so lame lmao Don't get me wrong- they're adorable af, but it's not the most exciting ship I could say I searched for for sure.

Last Song: I was actually using some fighting game bgms as inspiration for a fighter character I was designing, so it's Ellis's Theme from Battle Arena Toshinden!

Last Movie: Been a while, but we watched Evil Dead Rise!

Currently Reading: A lot of fan fiction, but I've been catching up on JJk off and on and considering reading Solo Leveling as well.

Currently Watching: I was watching the American version of Shameless for a while for my boss at work, but it was getting too long lmao I'm watching the entire playthrough of the Letter, which is a horror visual novel series.

Currently Consuming: Noting sadly. I'm so hungry lmao

Currently Craving: A chicken caesar salad with some delicious croutons. I just really want a damn salad bro.

I will tag: @cetoddle @trixibebe @jasian @sheh-art

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aching-tummies · 1 year

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"My tummy hurts" you say as we slowly walk down the street arm in arm. " I know baby but just a little longer and will be there" I say as I move my hand down to rub your swollen bloated belly. We are on our way to meet my boss at an office party. They said to bring your family and unfortunately when I interviewed for the job I nervously said that you were pregnant (a lie of course) and I needed this position because of it. Now 8 months later they want to see us together and theres only one way to get you looking that pregnant that fast. So here we are walking into the office arm in arm with your tummy stuffed to the max and swollen enough to pull of being pregnant. "Just follow my lead and if they offer you more food just try and eat what you can"

Wow...this is an interesting scenario. I don't think I've done preg or preg-adjacent stuff on here. Honestly, preg-stuff is low on my list of things. First time for anything, I guess ^^ A very creative scenario ^^ I don't know if I did it justice here. Honestly, I wanted to write more...but I kept getting stuck on some scenes and I kind of feel like I'm being very crabby to Anon in this and I guess I couldn't hold the suspension of disbelief at the sit-com-y premise of this scenario, as enjoyable as it was. Thank you for sending this one in! It was super interesting and hilarious and I enjoyed writing it ^^

Trigger warnings: fake pregnancy with mentions of "failed to take" pregnancy. I know that pregnancies that don't result in a healthy baby afterwards can be a touchy subject in real life and I don't want to upset anyone. I have never experienced it myself, but I've known people who have and I do not wish that on anyone or wish for anyone to have to re-live such moments. If pregnancy-related things (including non-successful ones) is upsetting to you, feel free to skip and not read the stuff under the cut.

“Ugh...m-my tummy hurts.”

“I know, baby, but just a little longer and we will be there.” You rub gently at my swollen stomach over my dress. As good as the rubs feel, I'm angry at you and quickly smack your hand away with a glare.

“Nnngh...you owe me big-time for this, sweetie.” My annoyed tone completely counters the affectionate pet-name and the sickly grumble from my belly seems to come on-cue as though agreeing with me. “Ugh...you already lied once...why couldn't you have lied again, moron?” I huff and sit on a nearby bench in the foyer of the venue, rubbing my distended tummy.

“I panicked, love. I'm sorry.”

“There's no way this'll work.” I nudge at the slight bulge of my belly.

My stomach is firm and definitely bulged out enough to make wearing jeans extremely uncomfortable. Unfortunately, that's what I've got on beneath a flow-y, high-waisted, knee-length dress. In order to make my belly really pop, I have on a pair of denim booty-shorts, belted just under the slight curve of my full belly to prop it up as well as to inhibit digestion. We need this budge to last the whole night, after all. It's excruciating, but the sheer stupidity of my partner and his harebrained plots is a close second to the amount of pain my belly is in.

“It's fine. First pregnancies are usually small, right? No one will know..” You crouch in front of me, squeezing my budging belly between your palms, sliding them around my bulge as though fluffing up a throw pillow. You're also checking to ensure that I haven't sneakily loosened the belt under my dress. I glare at you, gripping your wrists tightly in a silent threat.

Try as we did, we couldn't get my belly any bigger than this. You didn't remember your initial lie until someone called to remind you of the event and that everyone was excited to meet your 'expecting' wife. Honestly, if I had known that taking part in such a ridiculous, sit-com-y plot was going to be a part of our marriage, I'd probably have thought twice about saying 'I do'.

“How are we going to explain it when there isn't a baby in a month or two? You should have dropped the lie early on, said the pregnancy didn't take or something. It's going to be much harder to explain now.” I nudge at my belly and wince, having poked too hard at my achy tummy.

“A little late for that now, isn't it?” You hiss, not wanting to be reminded of your web of lies.

“Anon! Welcome! Is that your wife? Don't get up, no need to stand on ceremony—lovely to meet you!” A man in a suit jumps in, startling you as you jump up, putting some unwanted pressure on the crest of my belly as you rise. I hiss and can't help but curl up as my stomach gripes at the pressure.

“Sir! T-Thank you, sir! Y-Yes. T-This is m-my wife—m-my very pregnant wife, sir!” I subtly stomp on your foot, telling you 'obvious-lie-is-obvious'.

“May I?” Your boss hovers his hand over my belly. I flash an angry look your way. Of course, the stupid, stupid phenomenon where everyone and their mother starts pawing at the pregnant lady's belly.

“O-Of course, sir!” My rage against you is almost tangible as you allow your boss to rub my belly, shrugging over his shoulder as though to say 'I panicked'--story of our lives, I see.

I bite back a snarl as your boss palms at my belly. We spent forty minutes rubbing my stomach after stuffing me silly to ensure we got as much gas out of my guts as we could. We needed it to be packed, stuffed solid and not likely to deflate throughout the night.

“My, my—what an active child!” Your boss leaves his palm on the crest of my belly as he makes some small talk with you, completely ignoring the seething lady he has his hand on.

After the boss has landed a couple of solid pats on my tummy, I nudge his hand off of my stomach.

“Sorry, my late Cynthia and I always wanted to try for a baby.” Your boss's eyes grow misty at the memory. “Where are my manners? Terrance Floyd, at your service—feel free to call me 'Terry'.” Terrance offers a slight bow, retracting his hand from my belly. “When you're ready. Feel free to enter Conference Room B. The party is in there. I've been told that there will be a champagne tower—no pressure to partake, my dear. There are plenty of non-alcoholic alternatives available if you ask the bar-tender or waitstaff. I hope you enjoy the party.” With another subtle bow, Terrance Floyd leaves us in peace to go greet another guest that has just entered the building.

Once Terrance leaves, I direct my burning gaze squarely on you. If looks could kill, you'd be dead a billion times over with just that look.

“I panicked!” You exclaim. “I get that you're mad—but we needed me to have this job!”

“Well, stop panicking. Make something up 'cuz you seem to have a lot of experience with that. I'm not going to sit here and let everyone and their father paw at my stomach all night.” I rub my stomach, mentally cursing Terrance Floyd as the achy cramping in my belly intensifies.

Digestion was already stalled thanks to the ridiculous glut of food we managed to cram into my belly in the three hours we had between the call and leaving the house. The belt was cinched as an added layer of insurance, in case moving around somehow managed to kick-start digestion. My stomach's been trying and failing for digestion, convulsing painfully ever since we left the car and began the walk into the venue. Terrance's palming did me no favours and he no doubt felt the intense cramping of my belly under his palm and attributed that to the fake baby moving around.

“He's my boss!”

“And I'm your wife. Better think fast or we'll be adding an 'ex' to that.”

“Anon! And Eitee? We've heard so much about you! Are you coming in? Terry just said it's Conference Room B.” A bubbly, lady flounces over to where we are, plopping down next to me on the bench. I bite back a cross between a snarl and a moan as her action jostles my upset belly. I can already tell that her cheery attitude is going to grate on my nerves. Her partner strolls along behind her, stopping next to Anon.

“Hello! I'm Greg. Anon and I work in the same department. That's my wife, Bebe. Bebe—reign it in a bit.”

“Hi, I'm Bebe! Gosh, your dress is so cute! I love the color on you. I'd have gone for a bright yellow. I guess maternity wear is limited? Oh gosh—right, you're pregnant! You must be so excited! Have you thought of names yet?” Despite her husband's admonishment, Bebe's mouth is going a mile a minute.

She's an animated conversationalist—if you can call one-person speaking a conversation--talking with her hands and her whole body. She's like something straight out of a 90s cartoon, moving this way and that, facing one way and then another, hands clapping to her cheeks or mouth every time she gasps at some new statement she utters. She also doesn't have the same courtesy your boss had, her hands have already slapped themselves onto my belly about three times during her monologue.

“Uhm...Bebe—it's nice that you're friendly and all. My wife...uhm...she doesn't really like being touched so if you could...uhm.” You stutter, nervous under the force of my glare.

“Yes, Bebe. I'm sorry, I really don't like being touched.”

“Oh? I'm sorry! Is it Braxton Hicks? I heard it can happen!” Once again, Bebe's going a mile a minute, though I save 'Braxton Hicks' for later, in case I want to beat a hasty retreat from the party. Despite being told, Bebe's hands still find their way onto my belly more than a couple of times.

“How about we head in? The sooner we get started, the sooner all of this will be over.” I mutter, shooting a glare at you.

“You don't like parties, Eitee?” Bebe's tone takes on a bit of hurt and disbelief, like she can't fathom the idea of someone that doesn't like parties.

I gesture at my belly, hoisting myself up and placing a hand against my back to help with hefting the load (coincidentally, it's also a posture many pregnant women adopt). I gesture at my protruding belly.

“Kind of hard to party with a seven pound bowling ball in my stomach. Can't drink, can't be around smoking people, can't exactly dance in this state. If it weren't for my darling being so desperate to prove to his colleagues that he managed to score at least once, I'd be at home trying to decide between a hot bath, a nap, or whatever twisted snack combination this little one demands we try.” I add the last one on for good measure, but the thought of eating anything at all makes my stomach quake uneasily.

Greg chuckles. “Yeah, he's really been talking you up at the office. Most of the interns think he's bragging and half of them think he's bluffing.”

As much as I hate you for tonight, the idea that you've been bragging about me is touching.

The four of us make our way to Conference Room B. It's one of those meet and mingle parties. Lots of open space, a bar, tables full of finger foods and waitstaff dressed to the nines carrying more finger foods on platters and offering them to the guests. At the centre of the room is a seven foot champagne tower, like Terrance mentioned.

One of the waitstaff saunters over, offering a platter of something on a cracker to the four of us. Greg and Bebe take one each, with Bebe squealing and chattering on and on about the flavours. You take one and give me a look but one glance at the platter makes me feel sick to my stomach and I wave off the chance to try it. You frown at me as the waitstaff leaves.

I grip your hand tightly as my stomach convulses sharply at the sight of all the food. As stuffed as I am, even the idea of a single bite of any of it makes me fear I'll puke, burst, or both.

“That was rude.” You hiss at me. I match your glare, jabbing at my drum-tight belly.

“When I puke, not if, I'm gonna aim it squarely on you, bozo.” I hiss right back.

#tummy ache #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffing kink #stuffed tummy #RP-scenario #RP-Ask #Belly rubs #preg-adjacent

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