#it used to work if I left an extra space between the paragraphs

[marlynnofmany]

Hey, question: I skipped a few weeks of posting stories, and now if I copy and paste anything, the line breaks disappear.

Can anybody tell me what unholy workaround I need to do this time, instead of pasting the whole story one paragraph at a time?

[howdoesagrapewrites]

You should do one where reader just wants to spend time alone by themselves(whether it be the afternoon or morning) but hobie and pavitr won’t let them

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙨

Cw: reader x lovesick!Hobie Brown x lovesick!Pavitr Prabhakar, overlooking toxic behavior, touching with dubious consent, oblivious reader, anxious attachment (Pavitr), suggestive, aged-up characters, reader's gender neutral but it is kinda fem aligned, reader knows about the multiverse but it's not clarified if they're a spider person, I already warned this but just want to say that just because the toxic behavior here isn't portrayed as negatively as my others fics doesn't mean I condone it.

Notes: while I was writing the first paragraph I was like "damn I should do this too" and started deep cleaning around my house. This triggered an episode and that's the reason I haven't been posting as much, I was cleaning. I'm actually on a break from cleaning /srs

You prepared everything to have some alone time this afternoon, you cooked your favorite meal, did an everything shower with your favorite products, you cleaned up everything yesterday so you didn't have to do anything today, and after putting on comfy pajamas, you sat on the couch with snacks and a face mask to watch a comfort show.

It was halfway through the fourth episode when you heard noise coming from your room, and see your boyfriends appearing into your living room, even though you told them you wanted to be alone today. You try and give them the benefit of the doubt, and imagine maybe the mission today was extra rough and they needed comfort, or they forgot about your petition, Pavitr had university, being spiderman, reporting to the spider society, Hobie was, well, trying to bash the president's head with a guitar plus the spider society stuff, so yeah, they had busy lives.

"Hello there, looking lovely" Hobie chuckled with his hands on his pockets, probably laughing at your face mask, Pavitr came in for a hug, you accepted, "ohh, self care day? Do you have any extra masks, I can buy us snacks? Wait- mumbattan currency doesn't work here, I forgot, anyways, is there any room left for us?" You moved quietly and smiled to let your boyfriends sit beside you.

It's not like you want them to go, but they do take too much space. Talking about the couch, of course... And maybe about your life a little bit, you loved them, but when you started your long distance relationship (between universes) you thought you'd have just a tad more time to yourself.

You can't concentrate in the show quite as well, thinking about what could make them forget about your you-day and still want to come, why did they always forget? They both seem to have pretty good memory, the zone off for a minutes, fortunately for you, it's the fifth time you watch this episode. Your phone rings and before you can grab it, Hobie picks it up, notices is not a call and hands it to you, it's the timer for your face mask, how kind of him to even set off the alarm to you since it's your day off.

You take the sticky sheet off your face and massage the serum into your skin as you start to walk to the living room, wanting to scratch the itch and address the subject you've had in your mind, you decide to soft launch it.

"Did any of you, read the chat yesterday?"

"Yes, I always do, Hobie does too, why?" Pavitr lies on Hobie's chest and mindlessly scroll through his phone while he answers you

"Then maybe you forgot that today I kinda wanted to be alone, you know, me-time? You also forgot last week, and the week before that..."

Hobie spoke "Sorry 'bout that, 'have bad memory, a flaw of mine, we can leave if we're a bother" it saddened you he saw himself as a bother, he just forgot, we all make mistakes

"Oh, I didn't forget, I just don't want to leave you alone" Pavitr responded with normality, he didn't like having Hobie speak for him, he regularly contradicted him in stuff like this. Hobie laughs and pata his shoulder, he laughed like a joke, so then it was probably a joke, even though you three were dating, they had their own things, so this must be one of them.

You sat down, you were on the right arm of the couch, and Hobie was in the left one, Pavitr was between you both, he didn't seem at all displeased.

You laughed at the show a few times, and a couple minutes in, you feel Pav's hair ticking you, he's sniffing around your neck.

"You smell good, like your regular scent but better, did you tried the body wash I gave you?" You nod and smile at his sweet antics "And your skin, you look radiant, jaanu" he kisses you cheek, then makes a face, scrunching up his nose at the taste, you giggle. "It's supposed to be good for my skin, not be tasty" you say in airy laugh, he pouts, "But I wanted to kiss you", "my lips have no serum" he looks like a kid on Christmas morning and puts dives right into your lips, you expect a quick kiss before going back to your binge-watching (that you'd been looking forward to all week) but he crashes his lips into yours with need, you try to pull away two times before patting his shoulder, Hobie sees this, and now manspreading on the coffee table instead of the couch, he grabs Pavitr's hair and lightly pulls, "give 'em a break, sweetheart" he obediently looks at him, dilated pupils and breath hitched, Hobie's hands traveled to Pavitr's cheek and he nuzzled on it like a cat, "We don't want them to pass out, now, do we?" Hobie's tone is firm, but still has that certain rogueness he always speaks with. Even though Pavitr's mouth isn't on you, he's still mostly on top of you, and his hands don't stop wandering in your sides, pinching playfully at the fat, kneading on your waist, you really wishes you could keep watching your show and then read the book you always say you should read, or organize that messy shelf that keeps stressing you out, but hey, is not like you dislike this, right? "You won't-?" Pavitr asks in a whisper, when Hobie takes his fingers off his mouth "I'll watch for now" his smile makes you bite your lip in excitement, it seems to have a similar effect on Pavitr, who grips your waist harder, and slowly goes to grab your hips, "Keep going?" Hobie asks, deep black eyes set on yours, it makes you flustered. He's asking for consent, he's very nice, and Pavitr did have your consent earlier, it's just he was a little... Excited, it's okay, because he's nice.

You have two very nice boyfriends, even though they're forgetful.

[getfuckedblr]

here’s my guide to making typesets! I use Word to make my typesets, Canva for designs, and Adobe to insert the majority of my designs.

this is a ton of info and I tried to make it as readable as possible, but plz let me know if u need any clarification!

Word: always use the app, the online program doesn't have all of the options needed

paper size: US Letter Borderless

then i flip it landscape, do custom borders, and select book fold. I do 1 inch on top and bottom, .75 in inside, and .5 in outside. i leave the gutter option alone and leave it set to 0. You can choose how large you want your signatures to be (sheets in booklet option on the margins page): I normally do 40 page signatures, but if it's a smaller text you'll want to go smaller for stability. after that, you should have a half page to start your typeset!

Inserting your fic:

the next thing you’ll do is insert your fic; on ao3 click entire story, CTRL A to select all, CTRL C to copy it all. Paste it into your document. word automatically detects the headings, and you should be able to see all your chapters on the left side bar (if you can’t see it, click the page numbers on the bottom left to open the tab).

Formatting:

you can do the next few steps in any order, but we’re going to fix the formatting now. you’ll want to CTRL A everything, pick a font and a font size. I normally use georgia and size 10, going smaller or larger depending on the file size.

To have an indent on every line: CTRL A your work to select all, right click the “normal” style, on the home tab. go to the bottom left, open the drop-down menu, and select “paragraph”. next to special, hit first line. i like to do .3, you can do whatever you want. i then like to make sure the space after is set to 0, the line spacing to single, and then hit save. it should automatically adjust your lines to start at whatever indent you picked.

To fix the spacing: go into the layout tab, and go to spacing. There'll be a before and after option: write in 0, then click enter for both of them. Word is a little bit bitchy so you have to force it do things sometimes. after this you can choose if you want single spacing, or 1.5, or whatever you want.

*sometimes, the way the fic was formatted when posted to ao3 means that even after setting the line spacing to zero, there will still be a space in between each line. this is where you have to troubleshoot. you can either go line by line to delete the excess space (yes, for real. and yes, it's just as awful as it sounds) or, sometimes, not every-time but sometimes, you can highlight the chapter text, go into the home tab on top, click the A with the purple eraser to erase all formatting, and then do all the beginning steps again, and it will get rid of the extra space.*

Now that your format is mostly fixed, delete the archive of our own beta, and anything else you don't want. I normally delete everything up to the title of the work, and leave that for creating my copyright page. Remember to do the same for the end of the work!

Page Breaks and Section Breaks:

the next part is the most crucial. it's how we format both the chapters, but also how we format the headings and footer. this was the part that took me the longest to figure out: it's the page breaks and section breaks. page breaks mark the place where one page ends, and another begins. section breaks will create a new section in your document, so you can break the beginning few pages from the rest of your textblock. This will allow you to insert page numbers that start on page one, instead of at the first page of the document.

I like to go the end of the description, and then click on the first chapter. then I'll add a section break. you can find this in the layout tab, click breaks, and then click section break. so now our section 2 starts with chapter one. After this, add a blank page after the description and before your new section, and then click on the first chapter. (adding a blank page allows for smoother formatting later with headers and footers)

I then go to each chapter, delete the authors notes at the start and end of each chapter, and add a page break at the start of each chapter. i like to use the heading tab on the left to click each chapter, so I know I'm actually starting the new page right where I need to, and other formatting won't delete the page break.

when I create a compilation fic, where I have muitlple fics in one typeset, I use section breaks at the starts of each new fic. this will allow the page numbers to continue, but I can then edit each sectio to change the fic title and the authors name. if you're really fancy, you can do this for each chapter title as well, you would just hve to use a section break for each chapter instead of page break. *Remember to click link to previous to turn it off, so you are only editing that section, and not all the other sections. this can be found in the heading and footer tab on the top, which will automatically open when you click on the heading or footer.*

Adding page numbers, authors name, text name:

To add a page number, I click the footer, which automatically opens the header/footer tab on top. Then, I click page numbers, add page numbers. I turn on different odd and even pages, which is also found in the header/footer tab. you'll have to insert page numbers on both an even and odd age to get them to show up once you click that option. Page one should be an odd page, page two should be an even page. I like to put the page numbers on the outside of the page. Then you'll click format page numbers, click "start at" instead of "continue from previous section", and write in 1. now your typeset starts at 1 on chapter one instead of the start of your document! you'll need to go back and delete the numbers that showed up on the first section, but remember to deselect link to previous before you do that! or you'll end up deleting your page numbers again.

to add text on page numbers:

click into the header/footer again. double click directly on the page number, then start typing. You ca highlight the whole thing to change the font, font seize, etc. I normally do the same size as my text, and I'll either do georgia font or garamond font. I google "copy paste line for text" to get that line dividing the page number from whatever text I have next to it.

to add graphics on an entire work:

you can go into the header or footer, go to the insert tab, and insert a picture. Doing it in the header or footer will ensure it's on every single page that shares that header or footer. I have done this in the past, and find it's cute, but it's also tricky because it needs to be small enough to fit inside the header or footer, and won't really be able to interact with the text because it's different on each page, while the graphic will stay in the same position regardless.

Blank Pages:

you want blank pages at the start and end of your textblock: this is what you'll be glueing your end papers to. even more, you'll want to ensure your total page number is both divisible by 4 (each page of paper will have four pages of your text on it, two to each side) and fits into your signature count. If you're working with a 40 page signature, and you have 420 pages, that's fine. You'll end up having the last signature only be 5 regular pages instead of 10, which is plenty enough to sew. you really just want to try and avoid only having one of two pages in that last signature, as that won't be very strong in holding up your end page, or be very stable in sewing on to your book block.

to make sure they're blank, with no page numbers, you'll want to insert a section break on the last page of text. Deselect link to previous, delete the page numbers and you should be all good!

Printing/Saving:

I'm on a mac. I don't know how you would do this on anything but a mac. let that be a warning lmao. but I will CTRL A everything, ensure it's US Letter Borderless, and then hit print. if you don't tell the document it's the right size, it'll be funky when you go to print because of the margins. to insert images, i click save as pdf. it'll save it in the correct order to print for your signatures, and then I upload it into adobe to edit further. that'll have to be a different post bc this is entirely too long already.

If you want to print directly from here, ensure it's printing the right size, flip on short edge, double sided. and you're all done!

[bunnimew]

How did you start writing on ao3? What was the learning process like, formatting and etc?

Hi Anon!!

Writing on AO3, honestly, was a dream, because both of us started on ffnet, and posting to ffnet is exhausting. In comparison, AO3 is easy as pie. Kam and I actually met because we were both authors of X/1999 fic on ffnet. Someone put all the authors they knew into one giant AIM chatroom and the rest is history 😂

But that was back in high school, sometime around 2005. Kam primarily draws/paints, and really only wrote one (1) thing. I wrote a handful of short fics, tried to write regularly, but just could not keep it up through college. Idk if you've got a physics degree, but it kind of takes a lot of mental energy and there was nothing left for writing for fun. I managed, like... istg like 3 short fics early in college (And they went on lj, lawl) and then nothing for years.

Somewhere in there, I started reading on AO3. I consume fanfic like it's an Olympic sport. Eventually I got an account.

And then, one day, I just got tired of not writing. Instead of saying that classic, "If only I had the time..." I decided to make the time. I looked up tips on writing. Took a glance at the writing shelf in the library, and read Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. Took actual notes. Applied them. This was around 2015.

The biggest thing really is making it a habit. Even if you just stare at a screen, putting the time into staring at it makes a difference. But Anne had another tip that revolutionized my process: writing advantageously. I don't only write when I make the time; I'll stop in the middle of the grocery store and write down an idea if I have it. I write anywhere and everywhere.

In 2019, a good friend of mine hit me with a new technique that changed everything again: word tracking. I use Tris' word tracking spreadsheet every year now and it doubled my output in 2019 and has increased steadily through 2022.

And 2022 had an insane output, because I unlocked another new skill: writing out of order. I used to have to write chronologically, but now I've figured out how to not do that, and I managed that illusive 50k in one month last year.

So what was my learning process like? A whole lot of trial and error. Sometimes tips didn't work out, but I kept trying everything. Sometimes I had to try them more than once, as I grew as a writer. Writing out of order didn't work for me until I figured out how to make it work for me. Shitty first drafts also didn't work for me, until I found a half-way method that does work for me. If every author out there tells you the same trick, chances are it's a good trick. But tricks take practice and time to get good at them. I had to be patient with myself, and I had to keep at it, one bird at a time.

Grant Faulkner's Pep Talks for Writers has an excellent anecdote that boils down to: write more things. We like to get caught up in trying to make our projects perfect, but we learn more by just finishing it up and moving onto the next. Sometimes you need to learn from the next project before you can figure out what's wrong with the first. Some stories will just never be that great. And it's okay. Don't get stuck. Write more things.

“if you are writing the clearest, truest words you can find and doing the best you can to understand and communicate, this will shine on paper like its own little lighthouse. Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.”

― Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

So thank you, Anon ❤ and I hope something in all of that was what you were looking for.

PS, if you write on gdocs and don't like removing all those extra spaces between paragraphs when you copy to AO3, just change the gdocs spacing to 'add space before paragraph' + 'add space after paragraph' and that'll make it match AO3. Only real formatting tip I've used 😂

[devoqdesign]

The Role of Typography in UI/UX Design: Choosing Fonts and Layouts That Improve Readability and Engagement in Web and Mobile Apps

In the ever-evolving world of digital design, typography plays a crucial role in shaping user experiences. Whether it's a sleek mobile app or a content-rich website, the choice of fonts and layouts can make or break the user's engagement with your product. This blog post delves into the importance of typography in UI/UX design and provides insights on selecting fonts and layouts that enhance readability and user engagement.

The Importance of Typography in UI/UX Design

Typography is more than just picking a nice-looking font. It's an art and science that can significantly impact how users perceive and interact with your digital product. Here's why typography matters:

First Impressions: Typography is often one of the first things users notice. It sets the tone and personality of your app or website.

Readability: Good typography ensures that your content is easy to read, reducing eye strain and improving comprehension.

User Experience: Well-chosen fonts and layouts guide users through your interface, making navigation intuitive and enjoyable.

Brand Identity: Typography is a powerful tool for reinforcing your brand's personality and values.

Accessibility: Proper typography choices can make your content more accessible to users with visual impairments.

Choosing the Right Fonts

Selecting appropriate fonts is a critical aspect of typography in UI/UX design. Here are some factors to consider:

1. Serif vs. Sans-Serif

Serif fonts (e.g., Times New Roman, Georgia) have small lines or strokes at the ends of characters. They're often associated with tradition, reliability, and formality.

Sans-serif fonts (e.g., Arial, Helvetica) lack these extra strokes and are perceived as modern, clean, and minimalist.

For digital interfaces, sans-serif fonts are generally preferred due to their cleaner appearance on screens. However, serif fonts can be effective for headings or in content-heavy applications like news websites.

2. Readability

Choose fonts that are easy to read at various sizes. Consider factors like:

x-height: The height of lowercase letters relative to uppercase ones.

Character width: Ensure letters aren't too narrow or wide.

Distinction between similar characters: For example, 'I', 'l', and '1' should be easily distinguishable.

3. Font Pairing

Using multiple fonts can add visual interest, but be careful not to overdo it. A common practice is to use:

A sans-serif font for headings

A highly readable serif or sans-serif font for body text

Ensure your chosen fonts complement each other while providing sufficient contrast.

4. Brand Consistency

If your brand already has established fonts, incorporate them into your digital products for consistency. If not, choose fonts that align with your brand's personality and values.

Optimizing Layouts for Readability

Font choice is just one part of the equation. How you lay out your text is equally important:

1. Line Length

Aim for 50-75 characters per line on desktop and 30-40 on mobile. This range helps readers' eyes flow comfortably from one line to the next without losing their place.

2. Line Spacing (Leading)

Adequate space between lines improves readability. A general rule of thumb is to set line height to 150% of the font size.

3. Paragraph Spacing

Give your paragraphs room to breathe. Add more space between paragraphs than between lines within a paragraph.

4. Alignment

For most web content, left-aligned text is easiest to read. Justified text can work for print but often creates awkward spacing on screens.

5. Hierarchy

Use size, weight, and color to create a clear hierarchy of information. This helps users quickly scan and understand your content.

Typography for Mobile Design

Mobile devices present unique challenges for typography:

Screen Size: Use larger font sizes (minimum 16px) and increase line spacing for better readability on small screens.

Contrast: Ensure sufficient contrast between text and background, especially for outdoor use.

Touch Targets: Make interactive elements (buttons, links) large enough to tap comfortably.

Responsive Design: Use relative units (em, rem) instead of fixed pixels to allow text to scale appropriately across devices.

Improving Engagement Through Typography

Beyond readability, typography can actively improve user engagement:

Emotional Impact: Different fonts evoke different emotions. Choose fonts that align with the mood you want to create.

Visual Interest: Use contrasting fonts, sizes, or weights to create focal points and guide the user's attention.

Whitespace: Don't be afraid of empty space. It can make your design feel more open and inviting.

Micro-interactions: Subtle typographic animations (e.g., hover effects on links) can enhance the user experience.

Consistency: Maintain consistent typography throughout your app or website to create a cohesive experience.

Testing and Iterating

Typography isn't a "set it and forget it" aspect of design. Continually test and refine your typographic choices:

A/B Testing: Compare different font choices and layouts to see which performs better.

User Feedback: Gather qualitative feedback on the readability and appeal of your typography.

Analytics: Monitor metrics like time on page and bounce rate to gauge how your typography affects user behavior.

Accessibility Tools: Use tools to check color contrast and readability for users with visual impairments.

Conclusion

Typography is a powerful tool in the UI/UX designer's arsenal. By carefully selecting fonts and optimizing layouts, you can create digital experiences that are not only visually appealing but also highly readable and engaging. Remember, good typography should be invisible – it should enhance the user's experience without calling attention to itself. As you design, always keep your users' needs and preferences at the forefront, and don't be afraid to experiment and iterate to find the perfect typographic solution for your project.

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[janewaykove]

Hey! Please look into how AI datasets are formed. These programs are only able to function due to large scale intellectual property theft that would be illegal for any other purpose. AI is an amazing concept and we can do lots of great things with it, even (theoretically) with generative AI if someone were to build a dataset ethically with knowledge, consent and compensation of the authors whose works are being used (there aren't any currently, thus theoretically. the reason there aren't any is if you did it, it would no longer be profitable) but please be aware that the currently available generative AIs (not just text btw, visual ones too) exploit writers/artists, especially smaller ones who don't have the means to fight back. The only way we can disincentivize this theft is by ending demand for the product

If you see parts of anything in the AI stories I post(ed) that you think are from someone's story, please do let me know. But as far as I can see, it's just common phrases and generalized things. Aside from the names I put in and the dozen specific prompts (which often included dialogue), basically all that's left is to put it into place and fill in stuff like everyday phrases (ie "she walked down the hallway and turned the corner"). And of course the sex bits that I prompt. If there's suddenly a paragraph in there from Moby Dick, that'd be a bit questionable!

Now if I posted something from some original story/character/world, I could totally see the issue with it being ripped off. But I wouldn't post that. As it is, I have to be specific about a lot of it. I mean, it will know Captain Janeway should be on Voyager. But if I make the character be Kove, it tends not to know who the hell she is and makes her a tall, skinny blonde who works as a waitress. There's only so many ways to write a sex scene so unless someone owns "she reached between her legs and touched herself," or whatever, it's probably not stealing that from anyone, lol!

As for photos, I've seen how those work and don't care for them. I see a lot of images that look just like original images so I know the generator is just taking original images and basing "art" off those. And not even well, I might add (oh those extra fingers it likes to add).

Hope I'm not sounding like an ignorant jerk here. I know a lot of people don't like AI, so I note when I've used a generator. But, as I've said a while back, my brain isn't what it was 25 years ago and some times I just wanna read a weird story with a weird ship. When they come out kinda good (even though they still need tweaking), I share them. What I've seen is general/common stuff in between my specific prompts, otherwise I wouldn't mess with it.

Also, if fanfiction is technically illegal anyway, the only people to be compensated for AI programs using their work would have to be people who write original stories. Those would be easiest to find in AI generators so that'd be a plus, at least. If AI generates stuff based on fandoms, it's harder to figure which is stolen. But if you've got AI talking about Zippooloo Square on the planet Deengu with its 3 purple-pink moons, that'd be an obvious steal. If it's talking about Voyager being in space, that's more general and common knowledge (unless it mentions a quirky addition we know someone else made up just for their own version) that most of the fandom has wrote somewhere or other.

Edit: I'm not saying AI doesn't steal, just to be clear. I read about it stealing works, or people using it to continue an original story. I certainly don't approve of that! But the little stories I do are just AI filler stuff in the specific prompts I give it. So just "he said/she said" and "walked down the street and went into the cafe" stuff. Not chunks of storyline from already written stories.

[kogarashi-art]

Posting Fic - How to prep your writing to display correctly on AO3 (via LibreOffice)

So I've seen guides online about how to convert your fanfic for AO3 after writing it in Google Docs, because a lot of people use GDocs to do their writing (which is a decent option, since it saves it in the cloud and all that). I'm not planning on repeating that here.

But I don't do my writing in GDocs, I do my writing in LibreOffice Writer, because it emulates an older version of Word (which is what I grew up on and am most used to), and because I can have more robust spellchecking than on GDocs. And when I was first considering finally posting my work to AO3, I'd heard lots of commentary about how often pasting into the rich text editor sometimes loses formatting, or what hoops people had to jump through to make sure everything looked good.

So I'm here with the actually-pretty-darn-simple method I use to post to AO3 for anyone who needs this, because I want to be helpful.

Please note: this is largely for the basic formatting one might use on AO3. I haven't tested it with fancier things (not even smallcaps yet, though I'm hoping that won't prove too difficult when I finally get around to a chapter that needs that functionality). Also, these instructions are for Windows, which is what I use.

The first step is, obviously, to write up your story in LibreOffice Writer. I have some formatting standards I prefer because it makes my works look like they're publication-ready, which helps me stay in the "I'm actually writing fiction here" groove.

Once you're done writing, you need to make sure the file is ready to save for AO3. With how I write, the only thing I change is that I remove that first-line indent across the whole document. This is easy enough. Select everything, and then go to Format > Paragraph.

Once in that dialog, change the first line indent to 0. If you don't see a number there at all, just enter the number in there.

Then press "OK." This will realign all the paragraphs, including their first lines, to the left margin.

Note that I haven't changed the spacing between paragraphs at all. It's still single-spaced, and that's fine, because the next step can handle that.

DON'T SAVE OVER THE ORIGINAL.

What you want to do at this point is select "Save As" and make sure to save it as an html file, not whatever file format you normally use. LibreOffice will probably ask if you want to do that or use its native format, and you can just tell it "use html format."

You should now have an html file wherever you saved it. If you double-click it, it will open in your default browser, and you can check that the formatting carried over properly if you want. It should look ready for posting, complete with the internet-standard single empty line between paragraphs. LibreOffice knows to wrap each paragraph in html paragraph tags, which is what AO3 likes, and AO3 (and generally the rest of the internet) reads that as the extra empty space between paragraphs, just like you should see here on Tumblr.

Now you need to navigate to where you have the file on your computer via your file manager of choice (I'm on Windows, so I use File Explorer, which I can reach just by right-clicking on the Start button, but I also have a shortcut to it on my taskbar). Right-click on the file, and "open with" Notepad. You can also just open Notepad and open the file from within the program.

You should see the html code for the file.

This is all set and ready to go. Copy everything between the "body" tags in the file (I also skip the lines that are for the chapter title, because I can enter that in a different spot on AO3).

Copy the selected code and paste it into the HTML editor on AO3. If you want AO3 to do a bit of cleanup for you, you can click over to the Rich Text editor, then back to HTML, and it will clean up extra carriage returns and such, but this isn't necessary. Double-check that everything looks good by clicking "Preview," and if you're happy, click "Post."

This even preserves smart quotes, which I don't bother to change to straight quotes, though I suppose you could do so if you wanted.

But honestly, that's how easy it is. Save the file as html, copy the html over to AO3, and done. No scripts, no file converters, no worrying if your formatting is going to survive being pasted into the Rich Text editor. Just LibreOffice and Notepad.

[grad603brunoking]

W6 - Final Adjustments

There weren't that many significant changes that I made this week as I was quite happy with where my brochure was at this point of the project. One of the more significant adjustments I made was to add another 10mm of space between the two rows of my speaker information spreads. I felt as though I was struggling to create a good layout of information with these speaker panels, I knew that I didn't want them all to be static and in a direct line, however, with images moving around the panels I felt as though at times it was a bit confusing to tell which information belonged to which speaker. To counter this, I decided to increase the space between the two rows of speaker panels and I feel as though this created a much cleaner effect and overall improved the layout of my work quite significantly.

Other changes I made were around the Keynotes and Workshops headings, increasing their point size, as well as some other adjustments to the different paragraphs in the introduction spread. When readjusting the margins to accomodate an extra 10mm space between rows, I had to also realign the speaker panels to ensure that they were lined up evenly and their eyelines matched up correctly to each other. I also went through and made sure that all of my paragraph styles were being applied to the text I desired, using the style override highlighter on the paragraph styles panel I was able to see which text wasn't using the paragraph styles I had created and ensured that the text that didn't have any paragraph styles were created with that intent and not by mistake. After fixing up the errors, I was left with only a few outstanding headers or special pages which didn't have paragraph styles attached. Many of these elements were based off existing styles, only with small adjustments like alignment, character colour, or point size placing them outside the already configured styles I created.

I also added my image sources to each panel as I had forgotten to do so beforehand and also went through my brochure and tried to ensure everything lined up with each other as much as possible. There are some elements that can't fit in exactly sure to the variety of information provided by each designer, however, I feel as though I do a pretty good job of creating a composition that feels balanced and dynamic even with this obstacle

[pomrania]

I've been working on this a lot in my head, after I go to bed when I'm trying to fall asleep; my problem now will be remembering what all elements I've something to talk about.

Still haven't gotten anything figured out, for what term to use for "stuff that you respond to"; there's 'prompt' and 'request' and 'prayer' and 'petition' and none of them seem quite right.

When it comes to "aspects of what you decide to do, and you get different dice depending on how well you fit each aspect", tentatively I've a PQR theming. "Plausible" and "relevant" are right there, after all; and in the absence of anything better, I've been using "quality" for the third one, of "how well it fits the domain". Working under the assumption that if it's in your domain, you'll have a greater mastery of the thing.

Speaking of dice, I still like the idea that it gets recorded how many "low results" there are, and I'm still thinking an that should mean a 1 or 2 on the dice. Also had the idea that instead of adding up the results as a sum total, it should just track the "HIGH results", like stuff that's 5 or greater. And if that's how "which god gets celebrated as having done the best work" gets decided, then it's more important to have larger dice (or at least not the smaller one), as it's literally impossible with a d4.

Just had this idea last night, so I'm not so sure of it yet, as it hasn't had much time to get turned over in my head; but a concept for stuff to get continued across sessions. (For the purposes of this paragraph I'm using the terms "winner" and "loser", but neither have been properly defined; they refer to deities who have a high or low score respectively.) The first time that any given player acts as the "winner" (because remember it's all rolled randomly), they can rope the "loser" into helping them, who'd be played by the person on their left. Mechanics-wise, they get a special extra d6 to roll, where a low result on that dice isn't recorded, but a high result IS (so you need to make sure it's clear WHICH dice is the 'extra' one, before rolling). If there's any high results from that roll, across all four dice, they get split between the "winner" and the "loser", with ties going to the "winner"; so if there's three high results, the "winner" gets two and the "loser" gets one.

For the stuff of like prayers or requests, I like to categorize things; and for this game I'd PREFER if people came up with their own thing to write down, but I don't think it'd be a problem if they roll for what category of thing it's in. (And also it might be okay to have a table of different things to roll on for if people aren't having a creative brain day, so long as there's sufficient blanks and questions that would need to be filled out by them.) The categories I have are "internal affairs", "external affairs", and "domain affairs", each of which would be divided into two sub-categories.

"Internal affairs" is stuff within the priesthood or temple. Its first category is just normal stuff; festival rituals, asking for a standard blessing upon a new shrine, somebody getting ordained, etc. The kind of thing that I believe every single religious practice, across time and space, ends up having, once there's more than like three people who practice it. Only, in a fantasy world, the deity is expected to respond in a more obvious manner. The second category is the LESS normal stuff, things where there isn't an expected response. Something has happened, and they want to know who's responsible for it; someone is accused of blasphemy, and will the accused or the accuser be smited. A new type of offering has been suggested, is it acceptable to the deity… things where the player would have to decide not only how to CONVEY the response, but what MEANING they want their response to have.

"External affairs" (and I ended up taking a break for a few hours, before finishing the damn sentence) is stuff like, the relationship the priesthood/temple has with the rest of the world. Currently in my mind, the subcategories are "working to further their interests" and "responding to insults", but I'm still playing around with that.

"Domain affairs" is stuff that specifically involves the dead god's domain, which by default is "war". Haven't gotten any sub-categories considered yet.

…and I got distracted yet again, except now I'm tired and shutting down for the night. The next time I check on this (who knows when that'll be), I'll want to look over the stuff from the first post, see if there's anything there I can now answer, or want to change.

Bernie's Gods (working title)

"2. the god of war died in a bizarre trebuchet accident several decades previously; a coalition of other gods have been playing Weekend at Bernie’s with their priesthood ever since, doing their best to answer their prayers with variable plausibility and success." ~ @prokopetz, "Standard fantasy RPG pantheon, except"

This is just me getting my thoughts written down and out there; actual presentation will come later.

The base concept is that you play as the gods who are "filling in" for the dead god, doing the best they can, within their own domains. Think "trying to do a job, with the tools and skills for a completely different job". There's no state of "failure" here, as the opinions of mortals don't matter; rather, it's judged on style by other gods.

By default, the dead god is the god of war, and the setting is somewhere between Mythological Ancient Greece and Fantasy Medieval Europe. If you're doing something different, that needs to be clarified at the beginning of play.

I'm writing this with the concept that there's no GM (which I'm pretty sure is workable as I've had the idea for working it, for a while), and also that nobody has a specific character they're playing (which I'm less sure about, but it's the cornerstone for the rest of the concept which came to me last night, and without it I wouldn't have a full game idea).

As the first or second thing to set up before the game, everyone writes down two things that the dead god is asked for or about. (Proper term is yet to come; something like prayer or petition or request. Also yet to come is stuff an talks about what kind of stuff that could be.) One of those things gets given to the person on their left, and the other gets given to the person on their right. This is what I'm doing instead of "having a GM"; the "problem setup" is distributed; if you'd want to have a set GM, then just disregard this part.

As the second or first thing to set up before the game, work out what gods -- or more specifically, what domains -- will be active here, and write out a numbered list of them, such that one can easily be selected randomly. (Yet to do: write up some examples.) My current thought is that there should be fewer of them, than there are people playing the game, but that's subject to change upon examination.

So, at the start, once things have been set up, there's a list of the involved domains that can be rolled on (or number-generated, but I'm just going to say "roll"), and everyone has two 'prompts' from two different people.

Play begins, and it's the same for each person's turn ('turn order' doesn't really matter so I'm not going to get into it here). You look at the written thingers you were given, and pick one (or pick the remaining one if you've only one left). That's the thing you have to do. Then you roll on the list to see which god you're acting as. ('God-selection' is done randomly and independently, which means there's a chance that not all of them will be acting the same number of times. This is… not quite 'intentional', but once I realized it I was like 'oh yeah this works, and I like it better than making sure it's equal'.) If you have questions about the 'request', you ask the person on the opposite side of you from where it came from; that is, the one who did NOT write it.

So you have the thing you need to respond to, and you have the domain your powers are in. Come up with how you're going to respond to it, given the stuff you have access to.

Here's the stuff I'm not so sure about; I mean I think it's a good idea, but I haven't had much time to turn it over in my head (I just got it last night before falling asleep) so I can't be sure. The other players then judge your idea based on three criteria (as follows), which determines the dice you have access to. By default, that's a d6 on each aspect, and I'm not sure if a tie should go to "default" or "non-default", but that's a problem for future write-ups of this thing.

Aspects to judge it on: a) does it directly respond to the thing you were given; b) does it involve your domain; c) does it feel like something the dead god would do, specifically that domain, plausibility. If your idea 'fits' an aspect, you get to roll a d8 instead of a d6; if it doesn't 'fit', you roll a d4. So like, if nobody had any strong feelings on what you were going to do, you'd roll 3d6; if it was all-around great or horrible you'd roll 3d8 or 3d4 respectively; and if some parts were good and other parts weren't so good, you'd roll three dice in various combinations of d4, d6, and d8. (This needs to be phrased better and also positioned better, because I think "what dice you might roll" should go ahead of "how you determine which dice to roll".)

Example. Let's say you were beseeched for victory in battle, and you're acting under the domain of "storm". You decide to send a lightning bolt to fry the enemy commander while they're in their tent. You are very much acting with the stuff you have as your domain (lightning bolt to the face), so that'd be one d8 from there; and it also very strongly and directly responds to the thing you were given ("lightning bolt to the face" is a pretty obvious message that someone up there doesn't want you to succeed), so that's another d8. However, it doesn't fit with what a god of war would do, there's no implication that it's "war" instead of "storms" that's mad at the enemy commander, so that's a d4. All total, you'd roll 2d8+d4.

Now, the dice themselves and what they mean. (Keep track of stuff from the results, but it's tracked per god, not per player.) Write down each Low; my current thought is that it's "each time you have either 1 or 2 showing as a result", but the numbers are still iffy so I'm putting it as Low instead of encoding a specific value. Note that the fewer sides a dice has, the greater your chance of getting a Low. This is considered the number of mess-ups that the god did. For the second thing to keep track of, I'm not so sure about this one, but I'm tentatively putting it as "the sum total of the dice rolled". So, if you were rolling 3d6 and your results were 1, 4, 6, you'd write down that you had one Low, and a sum total of 11.

Play would end once all the thingers have been used up, which here would be once everyone's gone twice. Look at the list of domains (where the results were tracked), and see which one has accumulated the most Lows; that god gets mocked for messing up so often. Then add up each sum total, and see who's accumulated the highest results throughout the game; that god gets praised for doing a good job. It's very possible for those to be the same god, because that's the one who got rolled to act the most often; this is intentional. And because of the disconnect between 'player' and 'character', I don't feel bad about exposing a character to mockery.

So, stuff to do for future versions, aside from "make everything neat and clear":

come up with a name for the stuff that gets written at start of play, for things to do

write something up about what kinds of things the above would be, drawing from both fantasy gaming and literature, and my "I read an article on it once" knowledge of historical polytheism

list examples of domains

find a better way to phrase the aspects that an idea gets judged on; possibly write up a thing on voting for that

[psylunari]

Even more AO3 tips and tricks by psyluna

Here’s another collection of tips for AO3 users. The first post is here. You can skip to the section you want to read, it’s not sequential. In order, you’ll find tips for: 1) Posting and formatting; 2) Filters; 3) Site skins; 4) Popular tag meanings; and 5) A few Alternate Universes (AUs). The last section is more fic-related than AO3-related. Enjoy!

PDF version here.

♥ Posting and formatting ♥

You can save a story or chapter draft. AO3 keeps it for up to 30 days if not published.

AO3 does not automatically save what you write on the chapter text box. You have to press “Save as draft” for that. If your browser crashes or refreshes, or just about anything happens, it is gone. It’s highly unadvisable to write fic directly in that text box. The website tells you that all the time, but so will I: always keep a copy (or two, or three) of your work.

You can backdate a story if it was originally posted years ago. You cannot date your story for a future day, though.

Queuing chapters for automatic posting is still unavailable as of 2022-11-13.

Changing the posting date to “today” without any changes or updates is considered rude and unnecessary. People will search via tags and pairings anyway, and some won’t even check the most recent, especially in big fandoms.

There might be formatting issues copying text from Google Docs and pasting on AO3, even with the Rich Text option. Here is a fix. Follow the instructions and you’re good to go.

Also from Google Docs: sometimes, copying and pasting directly will add extra blank paragraphs on your chapter. One fix is to add spaces between paragraphs on the Docs file. Select your whole text, click the “Line and Paragraph Spacing” option on the toolbar, click “Add space between paragraphs”. Copy the chapter, paste on AO3.

Here’s another way to fix the undesired blank paragraphs.

Posting “works” that go “help me find this fic, I forgot the name” is a violation of the Terms of Service. Help requests are not fanworks, and AO3 doesn’t archive those. Do not post them, and you can report them if you ever come across one.

Not all works with low/no word count are against the Terms of Service. Some are fanart, podfics, or chatfics coded with CSS. Yes, you can post those on AO3.

♥ Filters ♥

Filtering in the tags you want is already effective, but so is filtering out. Set the “Include” and “Exclude” options on your filters for the results you want.

Type otp: true on the “Search within results” box if you’re looking for fics with only one pairing. Useful for rarepair readers and excluding ships written as background couples.

If your fic is on hiatus/discontinued, don’t mark as complete. Adding [on hiatus] or [discontinued] to the title/summary is better

Having trouble with multifandom one-shot collections clogging the search? You can skip some by excluding crossovers.

Sorting by kudos gives you an okay lead, if you’re new to a fandom and don’t know what to read. However, kudos count isn’t a quality meter, it’s a popularity meter. Some fandoms have juggernaut ships taking over 50% or more of the fanworks, and other pairings lean on the ignored side. Others are written divinely, but are unlucky, unknown, or just niche.

Alternatively, sort by bookmarks to find fics with returning readers.

♥ Site skins ♥

There are four official site skins: Default (white/red), Low Vision Default (white/red with increased font size), Reversi (dark mode), and Snow Blue (white/blue). You can change easily to one of them via the “Customize” section on the bottom left of the page.

There are many public skins available to use and/or modify. Go to your Dashboard → Skins → Public Site Skins to check out the options.

There are even more skins posted as works (yes, you can also post those). Copy the CSS, “create” a skin, paste on the text box, save, and apply, no coding required.

If you’re well-versed in CSS, you can make your own skin or modify a preexisting one. It’s a pain if, like me, you have no idea what you’re doing, but doable with time and patience.

When trying to create a skin, some preexisting CSS will not conflict with others, so you can mash them together no problem.

I highly recommend using Notepad++ for editing CSS.

♥ Popular tag meanings ♥

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat: “what it says on the tin”. If there is a tag for [thing], you’re going to find [thing] in the fic. Usually found in fics with controversial content, but not restricted to them. Serves to reiterate taking the tags seriously. More on Fanlore.

No Beta We Die Like Men: “fic posted without beta reading”. Might have variations, replacing “men” with the name of a character who dies, or something else like “no beta we die like my grades”. More on Fanlore.

Character Study: “work exploring a character in-depth. More on Fanlore.

Canon Compliant: “agrees and follows canon”. More on Fanlore.

Canon Divergence: “disagrees with/diverges from canon”. More on Fanlore.

Fix-It: “tries to repair ‘damage’ done by canon content”. More on Fanlore.

Aged-Up Character(s): “character(s) are depicted as older”. More on Fanlore.

Slow Burn: “fic with slow development, usually romantic”. More on Fanlore.

Hurt/Comfort: “a character is in pain or emotional distress, while another character takes care of them”. More on Fanlore.

Found Family, aka Family of Choice: “two or more characters treat and/or consider each other as family, even if not blood-related”. More on Fanlore.

Bunny Farm Escapee: “a plot bunny the writer has tried to contain from becoming a fleshed-out fic, but couldn’t, and this is the result”.

Long Live Feedback Comment Project: refers to the Long Live Feedback initiative.

♥ A few Alternate Universes (AUs) ♥

Check this list for many more!

Soulmate: two or more characters are connected or fated to meet. The nature of that connection varies, from having the same birthmarks to hearing the other person’s thoughts. They might be a perfect match, or just forced to be a pair by chance. In some stories, bad things could happen to them, or the world, if they don’t get together.

Coffee Shop: characters work in a coffee shop and/or are regulars there.

Omegaverse: characters have different biology from regular humans. Your mileage may vary as to how different, but in summary, there are three subcategories (alpha, beta, omega). They involve some “canine-like” things, like being in heat, even cisgender men.

No Powers: characters who have powers in canon don’t have them here.

All Human: characters who are non-human in canon are human here.

Flower Shop & Tattoo Shop: characters work on one or the other in nearby shops.

Wrong Number: characters meet by texting or calling the wrong number.

Fake Dating: characters pretend to be in a relationship.

Hanahaki Disease: one or more characters are affected with a disease that makes them cough flowers when in love with someone. Usually, they’ll be cured if their object of affection reciprocates their feelings. If they’re unrequited, they might die by suffocation, or undergo surgery to remove the source of the flowers, blocking them from ever loving again.

Pen Pal: characters meet and/or talk by exchanging letters.

Opposite: characters’ personalities and/or backstories are swapped.

Reverse: characters change roles, like heroes to villains and the other way round.

Hope you’ve learned something new! See ya.

[thereigning-lorelai]

Hi hi! I love your gifs and especially love the typography and was curious if you knew of any good tutorials or had any tips you'd be willing to share for novice gif makers. All I find when I search is typography on stationary images so I'm probably not getting the right words in. Thanks!

hi dear! ❤️ sorry this is a bit late but i hope it'll still be useful!

first of all, speaking of tutorials: i feel like @anya-chalotra has some really great tutorials on fonts, typography and all the neat text effects you see on gifs these days. outlined text, gradient text, blending modes and a lot of great general font guides. diving in there is a) really helpful and b) very inspiring. a lot of the stuff i'm doing with my text, you can probably find there (and better explained than i ever could).

the rest is under a cut because it got a bit longer. so if you’re interested in anti-aliasing, justification of text, putting your text in a circle or a path, combination of fonts and stuff like that, keep on reading.

as for tips (i’m always super willing to share but i also have the memory of a goldfish when doing a general post like this—so, please, if you ever see something you’d like to have me explain, just let me know): i think one of the most important settings, before we even get into style or effects, is anti-aliasing your text:

i usually go with “smooth” but as you can see, there’s not a huge difference between sharp, crisp, strong or smooth. so choosing between those is more a preference or dependent on the font you’re working with.

(there is, however, a big difference when you use “none”—it makes the edges look jagged and not pretty. so, always use anti-alias, kids!)

i play around with my settings a lot, especially the font style, spacing and the usual suspects like bold, italic, capital letters etc. also, if your font comes with glyphs (special versions of a character or an extra combined version of two characters) that’s also fun to play around with. if your font package contains glyphs and you highlight a character there should be suggestions of all possible versions of this highlighted character—but you can also find the available ones under that second “A” in your task bar.

combining fonts is actually the most fun (but also sometimes the most time-consuming) part of gifmaking and what i like to do is just throw some non-serif fonts together with either handwritten, serif or brush fonts and see what sticks—the part of the quote or lyric i want to emphasize usually gets the bigger and flashier font and more effects (like a gradient or colour fill etc.), like so (for this one i added shadows, set the blending mode to “difference” and added a gradient overlay—that’s my usual go-to mode for typography):

there are times when two flashy fonts work well together but i would advise to be careful with it as it can get overwhelming to look at. this is very much a trial and error process. lots and lots of trying, looking for new fonts, remembering the ones i already have and then just seeing what looks good to me.

how to justify your text:

this skips in the middle because my typing seems to be slow as fuck but basically what you do is, you drag your textbox over the image, start typing and then start playing around with your paragraph settings. (you can choose justify right, left or center or full justification—that basically defines how the last line will look like.)

how to put your text into a shape or path:

for this you can either use the shape tool or the pen tool to create a shape/path to your liking. create the shape without a colour fill or outline and then select your text tool—when you hover over the shape you should see your normal text cursor with a little “wave”. click on your shape and then start typing (keep an eye on your text alignment and that everything is legible) et voilà, your text is following the path of your shape. super easy, super fun.

aaaand i think that’s it for now as this is already quite long.

this is honestly just the tip of the iceberg and there’s so much more fun stuff to do with text, typography, all kinds of fonts. i can only just once again stress that it’s absolutely okay (welcome, even!) to ask me about anything—about a specific gif or edit or what have you. my askbox is always open and i do my best to answer as soon as i can! ♥

[kindly-whisper-norbury]

AO3 script/screenplay tutorial

A while back I started working on a “screenplay” fic that I wanted to post to AO3, but I was disappointed to find no template or skin to make it look like an actual, real script. Well, after a lot of fiddling around I managed to work out the CSS and HTML, but I felt kind of wrong keeping it to myself. So here you go, folks… this is what I worked out.

Note that though this makes the screenplay look authentic enough on a monitor or on mobile in landscape mode, it does not show up well in portrait mode. You might need to either tweak it a bit, in that case, or else make an author’s note mentioning that readers in portrait mode may need to use the “hide creator’s style” button, which will take away the formatting, but will at least make it readable:

Alrighty, then! First you are going to need to create a new work skin…

With this code:

After you have set that up and saved it (and after you have written your screenplay, of course), go ahead and make yourself a new story draft with that skin selected, then copy and paste your script into the rich text area. It will then look something like this:

So now to make it look like this…

The HTML code would be something like this:

The transitions (SMASH CUT TO, FLASHBACK TO, etc.) will be tagged like:

<div class="Right" align="Right">

<p> DISSOLVE TO:</p></div>

That will place them on the right side of the document. Although I also tagged my FADE IN / FADE OUT that way, which might be a style matter, but I just like the way it looks. All other SCENE HEADINGS I leave untagged to keep them on the left.

Anyway, be sure to close the tag with </div> or else everything is going to end up over on the right.

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Like the regular scene headings, I did not tag my action lines, keeping them on the far left.

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Then we come to the CHARACTER, (parenthetical), and dialogue lines.

In my case, I put fifteen spaces before the CHARACTER and ten before the (parenthetical). I figured it would be easier than trying to HTML format absolutely everything (yay shortcuts!). The dialogue is left as-is, however.

The HTML for this should look like:

<div class="indented" align="left">

<p>               ADAM<br />

          (Dejectedly)<br />

This isn’t as easy as I thought it would be.</p>

<p>               MARTIN<br />

          (Standing beside Adam’s chair)<br />

Writing seldom is. But you’re really brave to make a novel your first real foray into fiction-writing.</p></div>

Note that you do not need to make a new tag for every character/parenthetical/dialogue if it is back-and-forth with no action lines in between. And again, don’t forget to close your tag with </div>

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I noticed that sometimes when I edit directly on AO3 it adds extra paragraph tags for some reason (those errant <p> </p> tags in the example above), so I tend to try to do all my tagging locally before pasting it into the HTML section of the draft editor.

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I am sure there is an easier way to do it, but this is what I figured out, so I hope this helps at least a little! And I wouldn’t mind if you gave it a reblog so that others can find this tutorial (does this count as a tutorial?).

Good luck, and happy writing!

[neesieiumz]

6 Months {Izuku Midoriya x Reader}

(Pro-hero!Izuku Midoriya x Former Pro-hero!Reader)

[PART ONE] [PART TWO]

L E A V E.

Summary: You were done. Done with everything. So what do you do? You move on. What's new? What's old? And who makes an even bigger space in your heart?

A/n: So this isn't based on another song, well technically it's still based on Sorry, but it's more like a part two to sorry than it being it's own separate part, you feel me? I know it took longer than expected, but there were so many paths I wanted to take and I didnt feel like rushing it. I really wanted to focus on flashbacks for this final part, your decision to leave the pro-hero scene, when Izuku and Melissa started to see each other... etc... I always made a gateway... in case I wanted to continue you and someone else's romance if I ever felt like it... So enjoy!

Support me on Kofi! Commissions are open!

Word Count: 8.0k

Warnings: Implied NFSW, but no deed is actually done, light drinking, (all in good fun)

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Falling into your mother’s arms, you spilled everything from last night and this morning. On how you eavesdropped on his conversation, the confrontations from both this morning and at the brunch. Your father wasn’t home, left earlier this morning for his job. Both you and your brother moved out not too long after high school, him going on to college to become an engineer, and you moving into an apartment with Mina and Jirou while you worked for the same hero agency. Your mother was your closest confidant, she was the only one who could come to mind to tell her about what happened. She just held you, rocking you as you cried, cried about your broken marriage, and seeing the girl your husband abandoned you for. You cried about how both she, your dad, and your brother were right. How you should have never listened to him about giving up everything you worked so hard for. She held you in her loving arms, whispering sweet things in your ear.

“I should have listened to you,” you sobbed, holding one of the throw pillows close to you as you sat up on your couch, leaving her hold on you.

Your dress was bunched up to your knees so you pulled the wrinkled material out from under you as you shifted around on your mother’s leather couch. She pulled you into one last hug, the warm embrace making silent tears fall down your face. Your mom pushed the braids falling out of your now-loose bun from your tear-stricken face. Continuing to caress your face slowly, her slightly rough hands provided a familiar comfort from your childhood.

“This is not your fault, you can not blame yourself for his infidelity, nor can you blame yourself for sticking by your husband’s side and decisions. You did what you thought was right and absolutely no one can give you shit for believing in your marriage.” Her soft voice provides extra comfort to you.

“WHAT?!?”

You were in your family home, six years ago. You still had a couple of bandages around your face and arms. Recently, you just completed physical therapy, nearly regaining full control over your limbs. The fight you had was brutal, nearly leveled the entire city. However, you came out successful from it, even if it put you out of commission for over a year. However, since you’ve woken up, you and Izuku have been having intense conversations about the two of you and your futures together, which led you to the decision you’ve made today.

“YOU’RE RETIRING?!?!” Your brother yelled, standing up swiftly out of his chair.

You took a deep breath, keeping your head down as you nodded your head. It was just you, your parents, and your brother here, Izuku currently being in the top 25 heroes, had a lot of work to do so he could join you as you broke the news to them.

“Izuku and I have been talking and seeing how fast he’s going in the Hero Charts. This incident caused us to do some major thinking. The two of us worrying about each other on the job isn’t healthy. Having two heroes in a relationship, especially two who are going as high in the ranks as us as quickly as we are. Considering how there are a lot more people expecting Izuku to go higher since he’s All Might’s prodigy. So, I’ll be retiring and helping Izuku with his career from the sidelines.”

You let out another deep breath as you finished your monologue, your fingers twitching in your lap. You knew this was a decision your family wasn’t going to agree with, after all, it’s not like you don’t have your legacy to meet up with. Your mother, before Miruko, was the highest-ranked female pro hero in all of Japan. You had her legacy to go after since your brother decided to go into the family business with pro-hero gear.

“You can’t be serious!! After everything, you’ve worked for?!?! You’re just gonna give it up BECAUSE IZUKU SAID SO?!”

Your brother was the most pissed, after all, it was always both you and his plan that the two of you would live up to our parent’s legacy. He would become the best support gear inventor and you would become the best pro hero. So saying this puts a damper on the dreams you both had.

“You had one bad fight with a villain, but the doctors said you’re going to be cleared right?” You nodded your head at his question, “so why? Why would you need to retire after that one fight?!”

“Izuku proposed.”

Gasps of shock flew from heri mouths, you smiled sadly as you pulled your hand from under the other, revealing the small, silver ring with the pure cut diamond sitting perfectly in the middle of it.

“He’s the love of my life, and he’s the man who I want to spend the rest of my life with… to have kids with. We both understand how difficult this job is, and we both know how much I wanted to become a pro hero, but since he’s my endgame… something had to give. And so I did.”

Next was your father, having raised you since you were 3 years old. He saw how much you looked up to your mother, and to your grandmother as well. You come from a line from female pro heroes, and it was always your dream to continue that. He’s always supported you throughout the years, remembering all the times the two of you would work in his workshop on new hero gear, both with your brother and without as well.

“Y/n, don’t you think you’re rushing into this decision? This is everything you’ve been working for, and you’re gonna throw it away?”

“I know your concerns but this is for the best for me and him. I know being a pro hero was what I wanted, but…” you trailed off, looking away from your trembling hands.

Your mother, who was sitting beside you, could only stare at your trembling hands. Almost reminds her of the time she told her mother who she was marrying. How nervous she was, not because she was putting her career on the back burner, but because of what happened the last time she decided to pursue a romantic relationship with someone. She got you out of it, but it was still a painful journey. She took a deep breath, before shifting herself to where you were. She placed her hand on top of your own, making you look down at them before slowly turning your head to look at her.

“Are you happy?”

The question caught everyone off guard, their heads turning towards your mother. You slowly nodded your head, smiling at all the memories you’ve made with Izuku. When you first met as a transfer student, your first date and everything else.

“Yeah Mom, I’m happy.”

You took a deep breath, leaning forward as you shook the memory out of your head.

Meanwhile, your mom tried to lighten the mood, “Well, let’s hope your father doesn’t get to him… you know he doesn’t play about you… or your brother either.”

“He won’t be able to land a hit on him unless Izuku lets him.”

“Well, he better let him then!”

You laughed out loud at that, throwing your head back against the back of the couch. You could feel your mom get off the couch, leaning up as she headed to the dining table. Looking through the papers stacked on the wooden table, she pulled out a business card before walking back to where you were still seated on the couch. Your mom sat back down in her original seat, before handing you the same card of laminated cardboard paper.

Renai Miya, divorce attorney at law.

“Renai is a good friend of mine, she gave me that in case anyone I knew was getting advice soon. I’m sure she didn’t expect my daughter but I’m sure she’ll be able to help you out.”

You looked over at your mother, who just gave you another knowing smile. She just rubbed at your shoulders in comfort as you pulled out your phone.

---

Izuku was sitting at his office, ignoring the texts from both Shoto and Katsuki. After the argument and confrontation from this morning, he decided to stay in the office today and complete some overdue paperwork. Typing away on his computer, his mind began to shift from the email he was sent to the hero commission to the argument that happened between him, Kacchan, and Shoto.

“I’m sorry, YOUR WIFE JUST TRIED TO KILL YOU! We don’t know what would have happened if we hadn't come when we did!” Katsuki yelled, throwing his jacket off of his body.

“Izuku, this is a serious matter. We need to know what happened,” Shoto explained next, kneeling in front of Izuku’s crouching figure.

Izuku just shook his head, diving his head into the insides of his elbows. Shoto and Katsuki looked at each other, the concern shining in their eyes. They looked back at their trembling friend, who was now starting to rock back and forth while whispering “I fucked up.” over and over again.

“Izuku,” Katsuki started tentatively, “what did you do?”

Izuku stopped trembling and his rocking ceased as he raised his head slowly, locking eyes with his childhood friend. Katsuki’s leg began moving up and down in anticipation, waiting for him to say something.

“I don’t want to report this, trust me. So just pretend you never saw that.” That was all he said before standing up, pushing past them.

Izuku shook his head, focusing back on his emails. He sent the long paragraph he was typing, after making sure there were grammatical or spelling errors. He then leaned back against his office chair, throwing his head back. A gross, yet very familiar feeling was arising from his stomach, it was slimy, it was painful, it was guilt. He felt guilty, remembering how his wife looked at him at breakfast and right before she left. How the look in her eyes felt more painful than other villains could ever inflict on him.

Closing his eyes, his mind slowly drifted to a memory, a memory from three months ago.

It was dark, and Izuku was tired, so very tired from the shift he worked. However, he needed to do this. He needed to end whatever the hell he and Melissa had. The way they were conversing over private messages was getting too much. In a week would be his wedding Anniversary, and how his wife, Y/n, surprised him, reminded him about what he and Melissa had.

And how wrong it was.

He wore a black, sleeveless turtleneck, paired with a dark coat along with dark jeans. He had fake glasses on his face and his curly was positioned to cover his face so people wouldn’t recognize him. He kept his head forward as he approached the apartment complex Melissa mentioned she was moving into. After living on I-island for all of her life, she wanted a change of pace, especially since what happened with her father way back when. So she got a job as a top hero support inventor at the company where Izuku got his extra gear from. Since it’s also where Hatsume worked as well. He opened the door and walked into the lobby. He looked around the expensive-looking area, seeing the receptionist, and only one other person sitting on the complementary couch talking on the phone. He walked to the receptionist, who greeted him with a smile.

“Are you here to see someone?”

He nodded and gave his fake name, the one he told Melissa he’d be using, along with the apartment number that she gave him. The receptionist simply smiled before typing in her computer, before reaching over to the phone and pressing a couple of the buttons. Izuku could hear someone pick up, a muffled voice through the phone.

“Yes, Ms. Shield, A Iseada L/n is here to see you.”

Izuku took a deep breath, hearing the fake name he gave along with his wife’s maiden name. The receptionist gave off acknowledging hums to the person on the phone, who Izuku knew was Melissa. He rocked himself against his heels, feeling his fingers twitch around in his pockets.

“Alright, I’ll send him right up!” She ended the call, placing the phone back in its holder.

She then smiled at Izuku before pointing at the elevators behind him, “you can use an elevator. Ms. Shield lives on the fifth floor.”

Izuku nodded and thanked her before turning around to the elevators. He picked on towards the left and stepped inside of it, waiting for it to close before choosing the button that said “five.” The doors closed as generic elevator music played throughout the rising mechanical box. Izuku sighed, pulling off the fake glasses, before pushing his curls out of his face.

Third floor…

Fourth floor…

The elevator dinged as the door opened, revealing the fifth floor. Izuku stepped out of the elevator, using the signs on the walls to find his way to Melissa’s apartment. Walking past all the other doors, of the patrons of the apartment, who were currently sleeping to the world. Unaware that their number one hero was sneaking past them, claiming to be ending an illicit relationship.” Seeing the apartment number up ahead, Izuu could feel his heart beat faster. Taking another deep breath, he stopped right in front of the pitch-black door. Swallowing his spit, he closed his eyes before knocking on the door a couple of times. Almost immediately after he knocked, the door opened, causing Izuku’s eyes to shoot open, jumping back a little as Melissa stepped into the doorframe. Izuku was about to speak when his eyes drifted down to what she was wearing. It was a simple white t-shirt, ending right at her upper thigh. Izuku licked his dry lips, before looking back up at Melissa’s face who was giving him a knowing smile, that looked smug as well.

“Izuku,” her usually peachy tone came out a little subtle, silky and sultry, “I’m so happy to see you after so long. Come in.”

Izuku simply nodded as Messlia stepped to the side, allowing him to enter her expensive apartment, which could be classified as a penthouse. Izuku looked around, his eyes landing on all the decorations around her living room. He walked toward her wall, where she hung pictures. There were pictures of Melissa with her dad, her mom, All Might, and a couple of her friends from I-island. He continued looking around, before his eyes landing on a picture of the two of them, back when he was a first-year.

“You were so short back then,” Izuku heard Melissa say, as she came to stand next to him.

Izuku just nodded, continuing to look at the frames. He was enveloped in the nostalgia he was facing when he didn’t even notice Melissa coming up behind him. He only noticed her when he felt a hand coming up around his waist. He froze, his heart pounding away in his ears. She then stood right behind him, before pressing up against his back next, her hands now circling his waist.

“Melissa…” he started, feeling her fingers mess with his zipper and belt under his overcoat jacket.

God, was she wearing anything under that shirt? He could feel her breasts, her hardened nipples pressing against his back. He took another deep breath, licking his lips before moving his hands to where her own was and prying them off his belt, just as she was beginning to unbuckle it.

“Melissa, we can’t do this. I’m married. Happily married at that. I can’t keep doing this to her.”

Melissa only hummed, moving her body from behind his own, stepping in front of him. She was wet, her long wavy dripping down her face and body. The water from her wet hair dripped onto her shirt, her white, very thin shirt. Izuku’s breath hitched as he slowly glanced down her body, her nipples visibly being shown through the fabric.

“Yet, you can’t keep your eyes off me Izuku.” Hands grabbed at his jacket, pulling him closer to her.

Izuku gasped as Melissa brought her hand, cupping his face before bringing it down. Izuku gasped once again as he felt lips upon his own, feeling her other hand reach inside his jacket to pull him closer by the waist. Izuku was about to push her away, he needed to push her away. God, he was married for fucks sake, to someone who loved him dearly. But her lips, they felt so good to him. Glossed from the shower she took, they tasted of mint and strawberries. Izuku, taking a deep breath, went to push off his jacket, never letting go of the kiss. Mellissa, smirking into the kiss, helped him out of the jacket before squealing as Izuku scooped her up before slamming her on the wall.

“This is a one-time thing,” he mumbled against her lips, using his hips to hold her up against the wall as he took off his shirt next.

“Yeah…” Mellissa said with a skeptical tone, feeling his hands go under her wet shirt next.

“A one-time thing…”

Izuku groaned, throwing the papers in his hands across his desk. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself out of his desk. He stood up from out of his chair, walking over to the wall which was replaced with windows, looking down upon the city of Mustafa. He could hear the faint sounds of cars driving and honking, he could see the civilians, everyone he protects. Looking across the street, he could see a cafe. It was one that he frequents since it’s so close. The door opened, and it revealed a couple. A laughing couple. The man was holding a medium-sized bag, with the logo of the cafe plastered across the bag. He was wearing a dark brown suede jacket that was buttoned shut. The woman was wearing a matching jacket, wearing as a dress, her curly hair pulled up in a bun. She held their coffees as they walked along the sidewalk. Izuku smiled sadly, before looking over to the couch in his office.

Laughter rang out inside the office, the sun had already gone down a long time ago and the night shift heroes were all out patrolling, leaving Izuku, a couple of sidekicks, and a couple of more janitors. It was your anniversary, but unfortunately, a string of villain attacks happened today. This pulled Deku out of his day off and kept him away. So, you decided to surprise me with dinner at his office. You cooked shrimp alfredo, packing it in pretty containers, before stopping by a couple of stores, buying a fancy cake that said “Happy Anniversary.” The last thing you bought was some expensive alcohol, a bottle of wine and champagne just in case. She then dressed up, a dark green silk dress paired with a matching coat and heeled shoes. She brought a few decorations before carrying all of that, using your clouds. Izuku smiled once he walked into the office with everything, abandoning his work and helped you set up the table.

The two of you enjoyed dinner together, talking about your day, specifically on how Izuku was swamped with back-to-back villain attacks. To the point where he was the same police officer twice in two different scenes. After dinner, the two of you move to the couch, still holding your wine glasses now filled with champagne.

“I have a gift for you,” Izuku mentioned, pushing himself up off the couch before going behind his desk, going through the drawers.

You giggled, shifting around the couch to get a little more comfortable, your jacket long discarded. Izuku hissed out a “here it is!”, before pulling out a neatly wrapped box, closing the drawer with his foot. You took another sip of your bubbly alcohol as Izuku skipped over to you with the box in hand.

“Here you go, darling!”

You smiled, placing your glass on the small lamp table to the right of you before sitting up and taking the box from your husband. He smiled at you as he sat beside you, seeing you begging to open up the carefully placed wrapping paper. Once all the wrapping paper was removed from the box, you gasped, seeing the logo on the box. BVLGARI. A smile slowly appeared on your face as you untied the golden silk ribbon. Slowly lifting the top of the box, you pulled out of the pure white tissue paper. This revealed one of the most beautiful necklaces and earrings you’ve ever seen. It was an emerald necklace, it had two emeralds, and also was decorated with mini diamonds along the border, and considering the brand, you knew it was real. The earrings were dangly and matched the way the smaller emerald looked on the necklace.

“Izuku… it’s beautiful…”

He smiled, taking the box out of your hands before taking the necklace out of the box. He whispered at you to turn around. Following his instructions, you swept your goddess braids to the side as he placed the necklace around your neck, the cool feeling of the metal tingly against your warm skin. Izuku then connected the chain, letting the necklace fall against your nape before leaning over your shoulder and placing a light kiss on top of her almost-bare shoulder. You shuddered, leaning into his touch as his hands moved from your shoulders, trailing down your body to rest them on your hips. You let out a moan, feeling him give your neck a nip, reaching up to grab him by his messy curls. You smirked, before sighing into the neck kisses he was leaving on your neck.

“You smell,” he inhaled slowly, “really fucking good.”

Giggling at his words, you placed your own hands on top of his own before turning around. You lifted yourself off the chair. Izuku lifted an eyebrow as you placed your hands behind your back.

“I have a gift for you too, it’s not a material gift but…” you trialed off as you reached up the straps of your dress, before beginning to slowly pull them down, revealing the thin straps of your expensive lingerie.

Izuku’s eyes sparkled as your dress trailed down your body, revealing the expensive material cut and crafted to fit your body perfectly. The way the emerald green clashed perfectly with your deeper skin. Your manicured hands trailed down your body as your dress pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but the sinful lingerie and the heels to match. Izuku licked his bottom lip as you slowly walked over to him, dragging your heels with each step. Lifting yourself, you slowly placed yourself on his lap, feeling Izuku’s hands immediately attach themselves to your hips. He gave you a sly smile, looking up at you.

“And you look so amazing,” he gave your body another glance, making you smirk and lean back, using your arms and hands to steady you.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck before diving into a kiss. His lips tasted of mint and strawberries, it was a new taste but one you didn’t mind. Deepening the kiss, you gasped as you felt Izuku’s hard on all the way through his pants.

“I love you so much, Izuku Midoriya.”

A moment of silence went by.

“I love you too, Y/n Midoriya.”

Izuku took a deep breath and was about to open the next one when his phone, his personal one, started ringing. He reached in the drawer and pulled it out and looked at the screen. Sweetheart was calling, a picture of you and Izuku at your wedding anniversary plastered across the screen. Izuku was less blacked up back then, and you still had a crutch from your physical therapy from your incident. But god did you both look so beautiful and happy. Izuku was wearing his suit from the wedding but without the jacket and a couple of buttons unfastened. You, however, changed out of your wedding dress into a white velvet dress that was strapless and came with these long gloves in the similar fabric that you only wore for official pictures. Izuku was carrying you bridal style along with the rest of you and his family and his closest friends.

Izuku simply smiled sadly, before answering the call.

“Y/n?”

He heard nothing at first, nothing but the phone static so he called out your name again. This time he heard someone take a deep, trembling breath as if they had been crying for a long time.

“Izuku.” Your voice was scratchy, and hoars too. Izuku could feel his heartbreak and drop to his ass all at the same time. He did that.

God he was supposed to be a hero, save people and never let them down.

Now he may have just ruined his marriage.

“Y/n.” He said again, “how- how are you?”

“I’ve called a divorce lawyer.”

Oh. Straight to the bullet.

“We can’t- we can’t talk about this?”

“What’s there to talk about? You did this to me. You did this to us. Now face the fucking consequences of your actions.” Your voice was scratchy, the rasp appearing with each word you say.

“I know what I did.”

“And yet, you still did it.”

Izuku took a deep breath, leaning back into his chair. He looked up at the ceiling of his office, looking at the dazzling, overhanging chandelier in the middle of it.

“So there’s nothing I can say or do to convince you to stay?”

“You can have the house, as long as you pay me alimony for the next two-three years, for a reasonable price of course.”

You completely ignored his question, going straight into what was going to happen next. Izuku took another deep breath, this time leaning against his hand as he placed his elbow, pointed up, against his desk.

“So this is it?”

“This is it, Izuku. I told myself I would never lessen myself for a man, and I already broke that when I quit my job. I’m not gonna keep doing that to myself.”

“I-I love you.”

You gave off an airy chuckle as if you couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. And with that you ended the call, those being one of the last words you’ll be saying to him until the meetings between the two of you and your divorce lawyers.

---

“Y/n?” A muffled voice called out, pulling you out of your sleep along with knocks on your door

You pushed yourself off the bed, throwing the hotel blankets off your body. It was late at night, you went back home after your impromptu visit with your mother. You packed up what you could in one go before stuffing it in your car. You couldn’t see Izuku after that, so you tried your best to remove any trace of yourself from that house. You were just about to fall asleep, the tv playing a random 90s show for background noise. Digging through one of your suitcases, you found a robe to wrap around your body before moving towards the door.

You summoned lightning in one hand as you checked who was at the door. Seeing red-and-white hair, along with a bright blue eye and a dull grey eye, you took a deep sigh of relief before slowly opening the door. Standing there, wearing a raincoat and holding a closed umbrella was Shoto Todoroki. His hair that grew since high school was pulled back in a ponytail as he looked down upon with concerned eyes.

“Y/n…”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as he said your name. You then opened them back up before giving him a sad smile.

“Shoto… can I help you?” You leaned against the doorway, placing a hand in your waist.

“I heard from Izuku, the two of you are getting a divorce?”

You leaned into the hallway, looking to see if anyone saw him before pulling him into your hotel room. You closed the door and locked it behind you immediately before turning on the light. Shoto looked around the luxury rented room, seeing all of your suitcases and other items stacked up against a wall. Feeling your hands tremble, you sat on your bed, folding your hands underneath themselves.

“How did-“ your voice came out raspy and dry, so you cleared your throat before speaking again.

“How did you find me? I didn’t tell anyone where I was.”

Shoto simply smiled, “being the #3 hero has its perks. I figured you didn’t want a lot of people crowding around you so I said I’d talk to you.”

Hearing that, you lifted your head swiftly, “people already know about the divorce?”

Shot shrugged off his raincoat, revealing the long sleeve black turtleneck he was wearing. He placed his umbrella in a random corner before going to sit beside you on the bed.

“After what happened this morning, Izuku only told us that you’re leaving him… and wouldn’t tell us why. We called everyone, Uraraka, Iida, Kirishima, we even called his mom and All Might… all he said was that his marriage was over. No reason as to why…”

You let out a slight chuckle, your shoulders jumping slightly at the irony of the situation.

“So the only person you could come to was me, right?”

Shoto simply nodded his head, shifting his body closer to you.

“Y/n… I know you… you aren’t this rash person. You wouldn’t come to this decision on a whim. I thought you and Izuku were okay?”

Taking a deep breath, you spoke, “I thought we were okay too… Shoto I… he…”

Your body shuddered and shook as sobs flew out of your mouth. As tears fell, you covered your face and turned away from Shoto, hunching over yourself. That’s when you feel hands, one warm and the other cold, pull at you, grabbing at your waist before pulling you into a warm body. Shoto’s comforting hands and his placing you on the fireside of his body allowed him to let it all out once again. He didn’t say a word, only letting out soft shushes in your ear as you continued to cry.

You could hear nothing else other than the air conditioning and your cries echo throughout your room. It felt like an eternity before you slowly started to quiet down. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pushed yourself out of Shoto’s hold before getting up to get a water bottle. Shoto, his eyes still shining with concern, said nothing as you twisted the cap open and drank half the bottle.

As the pudding of your head slowly went away, you placed the bottle on the desk before sitting back on the bed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cry my eyes out all over you,” you apologized, grabbing one of the pillows to hold closer to your body.

Shoto shook his head, waving off your concerns, “it’s okay, it’s black anyways.”

You just nodded your head and looked away.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? Why are you and Izuku getting a divorce?”

You took a deep breath, your mind racing with everything you’ve been through… the day you met Izuku, the day you asked him out for the first time, the day he asked to be your girlfriend, the day he proposed… the day you two got married… everything.

“Izuku… he cheated on me…”

It was silent after that, the buzz of the air conditioning and the beeps of the cars below the two of you filling the tense air.

“He… he what?”

You bit your bottom lip as you spoke again, “he cheated on me, with Mellissa, you remember her right? Melissa Shield? All Might’s “niece”?”

Shoto nodded his head, shifting his body to face forward as he leaned forward, using his hands to steady himself. He lifted his head to the ceiling as he fully processed your words.

“Oh… oh wow… I never thought that he would do that.”

You scoffed, flopping back into the bed, “well me neither, and yet… here we are.”

You started to laugh, laugh at this situation, laugh at here you are now. God, everything was so fucked, wasn’t it? Feeling the bed shift, you could feel Shoto lay down on the bed beside you. He wrapped his arms around you before pulling you into him once again, this time leaving you on his right side so you could cool down. The feeling left sighing, leaning into his touch even more.

“Izuku is an absolute idiot, and I’m glad that you’re leaving him at the first sight of disrespect.”

Coming from Todoroki and his background, those meant a lot to you. You smiled before lifting your head to look at him.

“Thanks, Shoto, that means a lot.”

He smiled, before slowly removing his hands from your waist.

“I should let you sleep, I just wanted to come to check up on you.” He bent over to grab at his umbrella before turning around to grab his raincoat.

Sniffling, you nodded your head, wiping away your tears before getting up to see him off, “thanks for coming to check up on me… even though the way you found me was a little creepy.”

—-

You officially divorced three months after that day, Izuku tried to hold out as long as he could but soon enough even the number one hero couldn't hold out that long. The number of times you had to tell him you weren't going to come back to him was astounding, his stubbornness knew no bounds. You allowed Izuku to keep the house and he was to pay you a hefty amount of alimony along with the money he was to pay you for spousal distress.

When news came out that the number one hero and his wife would be divorcing, the media went into a frenzy. Even bigger than the one about your wedding. You had to rely on your family to help you out until the news and paparazzi left you alone. It was even worse on Deku, being the top hero and not even able to save his marriage? Talk about a blow to his reputation, it almost cost him the #1 spot. If it wasn't for the Incident at the Kasona Mall, where a villain decided to blow up a mall, where he saved over 50 people in one swoop, Bakugo would have finally been able to claim that #1 spot.

Speaking of pro-heroes.

H/n is back on the scene! Officially signing with The Todoroki Agency!!

You were a pro-hero again, stepping back into the spotlight after over six years. After not much deliberation, and encouragement from friends alike, you decided to come out of retirement once more. You had to retake the licensing process and test of course, but you passed with ease. Being a hero was almost like riding a bike, it was ingrained within you. After The Hero Commission reinstated you, you got so many offers. From Fatgum to LeMillion, and Gang Orca. However, you already promised a certain person that you would join up with him.

“You sure you want me Shoto?” You were sitting in his penthouse, visiting him after he got hurt in the Incident at Kasona mall.

The two of you had gotten closer ever since that day he found you in your hotel room. He helped you get back on your feet, helped you pick out a new house to live in, (since you left the house to Izuku), and helped you study to retake the test. He nodded, shifting his position on his couch. The movement however, caused him to wince as he had to move his arm, which slung into a cast. You immediately got up and helped him move into a more comfortable position without straining himself. He thanked you for the help as you sat back down, grabbing your glass of wine.

“Yeah, you were an amazing hero when you were active years ago. I know this is a decision I’ll lose no sleep over.”

You chuckled, sipping on the wine he put out for the two of you. He smiled softly at you, his intense stare causing your body to heat up slightly, or that could be from the alcohol, you honestly didn't know. You licked your lips, shifting your legs to help lessen that heated throb between your thighs.

“Alright, I guess I’m joining your agency.”

You grew out of your old outfit, so with the help of Hatsume and other designers, you got a whole new outfit. Instead of the original leotard/bodysuit you had when you were younger, along with the thigh boots, it all connected into all one large jumpsuit. It was black with purple accents adorning all across the outfit along with a brand new cape. You turned around, summoning clouds to lift you as you twirled around. Hatsume, the designer who made your new hero costume, Hokkaido, and Mina, who you also told about the true reason you and Izuku got divorced, all smiled as you felt out your new outfit.

“Well?” Mina asked, smiling as you landed on your feet.

You turned around, trailing your hands down your body, feeling the aft fabric and metal accents clash together on your body before smiling at yourself in the mirror.

“I love it.”

Your office was on the same floor as Shoto’s, him constantly relying on your knowledge and wisdom on other matters. The two of you were the leaders in the recent missions the two of you had taken together. This whole process was a lot like riding a bike, coming back easily. You had missed this, you had missed this so much, and you could tell the world and missed you too.

The media accepted your return with open arms, jumping right back to the top 20s. You were a very powerful hero after all.

After three months of coming back, making it six months since your divorce, your parents decided to throw a party for you. To celebrate you coming back, and ranking high on the Billboard Chart in so little time. You tried to get yourself out of it but they took no excuses. So you decided to make the most of it, you felt like a whole new woman. Placing your braids in a bun, you wore a strapless black velvet dress with matching long-sleeved gloves. You slipped on some ankle-strap, black stilettos, and pearl jewelry set to complete the look. The party was small but it was filled with life, all of your old classmates and even your old co-workers from your old agency even came. Mina, Jirou, Tsu, and even Yaomomo, as busy as she is, came. Kirishima even got Bakugou to come. Everyone was so excited to see you come out of retirement and take to the streets again. Some did try to pry into your broken relationship with Izuku, but you just ignored them and told them to enjoy themselves at the party.

“Y/n.”

You turned around to see Shoto standing there with two champagne flutes in his hands. You smiled and walked up to him, hands extended out for a hug. He wrapped his arms around the best he could with the two drinks in his hands. You giggled at his struggle as he tried to step back without spilling the drinks.

“I see your hands are full, Boss.” You winked as you took one of the flutes of champagne out of his hands.

He just chuckled as you guys cheered, clinking your glasses together before taking a sip. As the sweet liquid hit your tongue, your eyes trailed down his body at the suit he was wearing. All black suit with the jacket, with a white dress shirt, red tie and tailored to perfection. You licked your lips as he breathed in, seeing his chest press up against the white fabric. Clearing your throat, you pulled your eyes away from his chest as you looked up at him finishing his drink. You smiled at him and he returned it as he placed the glasses on an empty table.

“You seem so much happier.” You heard Shoto comment behind you.

You turned to face him and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

Shoto walked up to you, the proximity between you two making your heart pound this a little faster. He leaned down, using his right hand to make you look in his eyes.

“When you first announced your retirement, and when I saw you after that… I do not doubt that you were happy but…” he trailed, his grip on your chin tightening slightly.

“But… but what?” You let out a whisper, feeling his thumb softly move against your skin.

“There was still this sadness in your eyes, that I could never pinpoint but now… I can’t see it at all.” He let go of you after that, taking a couple of steps back.

You took another deep breath, pressing a hand against your chest to feel your beating heart.

Smiling at Shoto, “thank you, that means a lot.”

The two of you continued to drink together, whether it be champagne or something stronger. The more the drinks came around you two, the two of you drank, and the more you two drank, the more handsy the two of you got. Shoto’s arms never left your waist and would find themselves trailing lower and lower down your body. You would find ways and excuses to slowly caress his face or his chest. The two of you would just get closer and closer. Luckily, most everyone around was drunk so even if they did notice, it was unlikely that they would notice. Soon enough, people began to leave, wishing you the best of luck and congratulations.

Then it was just the two of you. Shoto, despite being as drunk as you are, helped carry you to your bed upstairs. As he laid you in the bed, you reached out to him, pulling him down onto you and your bed. You giggled as he flopped on his back, allowing you to quickly straddle him.

“Y/n,” he giggled, he was more emotional, happy drunk, “Y/n why are you doing?”

You smiled, licking and biting at your lips as your hands trailed down his body. Feeling at his chest, before trailing down his abs, your hands and fingers going ever ripple and ridge on his body before landing right in the top of his pelvic area, feeling his hard-on poke out through his slacks. You hissed slowly as you began to rock into him, your dress riding up with every movement you made. Your movements caused him to whisper curses under his breath, his hips buck as he grabbed onto your waist tightly. You gripped at his shoulders as he guided you up and down his waist, his touch leaving your skin electrified, the opposite temperatures causing trembles throughout your body. You then leaned down to plant light kisses against his neck

“You’re so fucking handsome,” you whispered against his skin, your fingers fumbling with the buttons on his dress shirt.

He just smirked before flipping you on your back, using his knee to spread your legs.

——

It was a week after the party and you had just gotten back from your shift of patrol. It was early in the morning, say almost 4 am, and you were ready to go home and get some sleep. Saying goodbye to your sidekick, you walked towards your office to get some final papers before going home. As you opened the door, you could feel dull light entering your vision. So you turned and followed where it was coming from only to find yourself right outside of Shoto’s door. That’s where you could hear the argument.

“Izuku I—”

“NO— I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU, YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH MY EX-WIFE!”

“I think you’re the last person to be concerned about what she does now!”

“You’re one of my closest friends, I’ve known you the longest! And you just stab me in the back like this!?”

“I think that you should leave Izuku before I make you. What Y/n and I have, it’s none of your business.”

You could hear a slam, and hear something break before hearing heavy stomps echo throughout the room. You hoped it didn’t come to them full-on fighting, you knew Shoto could handle himself against, however, when Izuku was mad, Lord did he get mad. You hope you won't have to face him again, after all this time.

“I don’t want to hear a word you have to say!! I should have known, you’ve ALWAYS been chasing after her! Since our time at U.A!

You tilted your head at that, confused at what he meant. Shoto has been chasing after you since high school? You thought that Shoto always had a thing for Yaomomo, despite her and Jirou getting engaged recently. It was because of that, you believed Shoto had shifted his focus onto you…

“So what? I thought I left her in good hands, out of all my friends, you were the ONLY one that I thought could give her a good life. I thought you could love her and only be with her! Now I see that I couldn’t even trust you with that! So you don’t get to decide how she spends her time and who she spends it with! Not after what you did to her!”

It went quiet after that, but you could still see the heavy breathing out of both of them. You bit your lip, heart pounding as you grasped at the wall, staring to hear to see if they speak under their breath.

“What… what are you talking about?”

“She told me… she told me what you did... How you cheated on her with Melissa. Don’t give me that look, I’m not gonna tell anyone. She asked me not to, it’ll do no one any good if it got all. They’ll just hound her for months for this.”

You could feel your body begin to rock back and forth, you could feel the tension rising all the way from the place where you would stand.

“So I say again, you have no right to have any say about what she does in her own time. Even when she was married to you, she was never yours! She’s her own woman, and after being suffocated by you, she deserves to do whatever she wants. I’ll be here, no matter what, and I’ll stick by her because that’s what people who truly love someone do!”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, you could feel tears swell in your waterline. Taking a deep breath, you stood up slowly, brushing off any dirt or dust collected on your lap before walking towards the door. You gave a knock on the door, before slowly turning the doorknob to reveal a trashed office. Plants turning upside down, smaller tables flipped around, and books spread all across the floor. Your eyes then landed on the two of them, standing behind the bigger office desk. Izuku was holding Shoto by his shirt, and the two of them had intense looks on their faces. You took another deep breath, seeing the way Izuku looks after so long. He grew out his beard, despite him hating it so much. His already scruffy, curly hair grew even more unruly. His eyes turned towards you, the shock after seeing you so long causing him to lose his grip on Shoto.

“Y/n…”

You closed your eyes and rolled your neck before closing the door behind you.

“Shoto is correct, what I do with my time is absolutely none of your business Izuku. We’re done, we’ve been done for six months. If I’m going, to be honest, we’ve been done for a year… since you had an affair with Melissa for six months as well,” you stated, slowly walking up towards the two of them.

“So what I do with him, what I do with anyone… is no longer your business. Now get out!”

Izuku stood there, shocked at your words, slowly turning his body to face you.

“Y/n I…” You made a motion with your hands, quieting him.

“Izuku Midoriya, get out now!”

He jumped back, before turning back to Shoto, giving him one last glare before walking past you towards the door. You kept your back towards him, and the door as well, as he opened it before walking out, shutting it behind him. With that, you then turned to the last man standing in the room. You gave him a soft smile, slowly shaking your head as you amble across to him. You placed your hands on his biceps as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He smiled down at you, before leaning in for a soft kiss. You chuckled and smiled into the kiss, tightening your grip on his arms. You could feel the grip you had on you tighten with every second of the kiss. Once you let go, you slowly reached up to caress the side of his face with the scar with your hand.

“You look stressed… is it because of your day? Or because of the walking trash that just walked out?”

He chuckled softly at your words, shaking his head. You smiled as you walked towards his desk, moving some of the papers off before sitting on top of his desk. Shoto gave you an up and down glance, before walking towards you and standing in between your legs.

“So… why was Izuku here?” You asked him, rubbing at his shoulders and arms.

Shoto took a deep breath before leaning forward and laying his head on top of your shoulders.

“He came up here, accusing me of different things. I never found out he found out that the two of us were seeing each other… I was more focused on other things…”

Izuku was always so stubborn, that could be a good or bad thing depending on who side you were on. You sighed, nodding your head as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Let’s go to your place? I’m really tired and I honestly just want to get as much sleep as I can.”

You could feel Shoto smile into your shoulder, before nodding. You were about to push him off of you, so you could both get what you need and walk out together, a sudden force whooshed you off your feet, arms grabbing at you and carrying you in a bridal position.

“Shoto!” You squealed, holding on to his shoulders.

He just softly chuckled once more, as he carried you out of the office, nothing but smiles on the two of you’s faces.

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[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Closing Time (Johnny Utah x fem!reader)

Summary: You work at a clothing store, you get a last minute customer at closing time and sexy tims happen.

Pairing: Johnny Utah x fem!reader

Author’s Notes: So I’m slowly getting back to writing. I’m not gonna say I’m fully back just yet, but for this week at least, there will be content! Huge thanks to @toomanystoriessolittletime and @meetmeinthematinee​ for being cheerleaders and giving me early feedback on this! 

Wordcount: 3125

Warnings: smut. oral sex (F! receiving); dirty talk; unprotected sex with strangers (don’t do this kids!); sex in inappropriate places.

Most days you quite enjoyed it when there was barely any movement at the store. It gave you the opportunity of just being by yourself, reading a book, or enjoying some music or studying for college, things that you didn’t always have the privacy of doing at your dorm because your roommate seemed to always be around. Even during the summer and what was up with that? Didn’t she have better things to do?

She wasn’t like you, who actually had to work to put yourself through college and took some extra jobs during the summer so you could have some savings for the following term when all you managed to get were part-time jobs that you had fit in between classes and paid shit.

Fortunately, at the shop, you had some peace and time for yourself. It was a tiny, hole-in-the-wall sort of place around Venice Beach where tourists could get some shirts and other knickknacks to take back home and locals surfers could find cheap clothing and supplies for a day out on the beach. Most days, you worked from 9-5 and after your shift, you could head to the beach, spread your towel on the sand and enjoy the gorgeous Californian sunset. However, as the summer winded out and the fall winds blew the scalding hot weather into simmering heat, your boss let you close a little early, especially on Tuesdays, when most tourists had already headed home and the new arrivals hadn’t landed yet so there were barely any customers around.

Your plan today had been to finish your reading for class and start the new crime thriller you picked up at the used books store on your way to work. Except, today you were just too restless to focus. You must have reread the same paragraph of your textbook twenty times before you gave up and set it aside, giving the other book a go, but it was just as unsuccessful at holding your attention.

So instead, you moved around the cramped space, adjusting the decoration items, dusting off shelves, and refolding every single shirt in the display until it was perfectly symmetrical while you willed time to move faster so you could end this day. Maybe it was the heatwave that had made an appearance turning the air in the shop stifling and all you had to help you was an old and slow fan that made more noise than blow air. The A/C was busted and your boss still hadn’t called someone to fix it.

Another possibility was the fact that you had to keep the glass doors opened to help circulate a little air and every time any kind of wind blew or someone walked in, it brought with them the crisp smell of salt and sand that always made you ache for the ocean and fight against the temptation of just abandoning everything and heading for the beach so you could cool off taking a dip in the deliciously cold water. Either way, you kept checking the slow ticking of the clock hands, counting the seconds before you could turn the closed sign.

When the minute hand finally hit twelve, you let out a cheer, jumping off your stool and taking a step towards the door. You always locked the doors first to discourage most last-minute walk-ins while you closed the register, put away the money in the back office safe, and slipped out of the store through the back door, taking any garbage with you to throw in the dumpster outside.

Before you could move from behind the counter, a man stepped into the store and you groaned low in your throat. Of-fucking-course! It was like they stood in wait to come in at the precise moment you were about to head out.

“Hey, you’re still open, right?” He asked, pushing the overgrown dark hair back from his forehead and offering you an unsure smile. You felt the urge to lie and say that no, you were closed and he should come back tomorrow.

“Yeah, sure.” You said instead placing your best and most fake seller’s smile. “Feel free to look around and let me know if you need help.”

“Thanks!” He replied, flashing a wider smile that showed a small dimple, before moving towards the shirts in the display while you made your way to the main entrance, flipped the sign, and locked the door to bar any other walk-ins.

You hung back while the guy browsed the options, taking a moment to assess him. He didn’t look like a tourist, but also not fully like a local. Most Californian guys that you knew had the most horrifying hair cuts or bleach jobs you had ever seen and that was not the case for the man in front of you.

His hair was dark brown, a little shaggy from too much exposure to sun and salt and it flopped a little over his forehead, just above his eyes. He wore a grey cropped t-shirt that had definitely seen better days and struggled to contain his broad shoulders, showing a peek of toned abs. His jeans were ridiculously tight and hung low on his slender hips, the light-wash of the denim accentuating the perfect bubble butt and for the love of God, you needed to get laid. Badly.

“Excuse me,” he called, startling you and you prayed he hadn’t noticed the way you were checking his ass just now. “Do you have this one in black?”

“Yeah, sure.” You moved towards the drawers. “What’s your usual size? Medium or large?”

“I think large should be good,” he replied and when you turned around with the requested shirt, he was just standing there, barechested, his top hanging from his shoulder and you hoped your gasp wasn’t as loud as it sounded in your head.

“Here you go,” you croaked, offering him the shirt. “We do have a fitting room…” you gestured towards the small cubicle to the rear of the store.

“Oh right!” He glanced over as he pulled the shirt on. “Do you mind if I try them out here, though?”

“Not at all,” you forced your voice to sound somewhat normal.

“Awesome!”

Damn! He wasn’t just fucking hot. He was also cute, the wide grin he just flashed giving him a boyish look that was only enhanced by the almond-shaped chocolate-colored eyes. Biting your lip, you watched as he turned side to side in front of the mirror, checking himself out.

“It think is a little too big,” he said, meeting your gaze. “What do you think?”

“Well…” you cleared your throat and moved closer so you could look at him through the mirror. “If you want it more fitted, then yeah, probably a smaller size would be best. Want me to get it?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Once again, by the time you turned back to him, he was shirtless, the garment he had just tried neatly folded and resting on the shelf as he took a look at some other shirts, his attention snapping at you when he noticed you coming closer to hand him the new shirt, giving you a glimpse of a pale, sunken scar running down his abs that stopped just above his belly button and that drew attention to the small trail of fine dark hairs that disappeared under the waist of his jeans and holy shit! He was bare beneath those jeans.

“Bike accident,” he commented as he took the shirt that you offered and you met his eyes in confusion.

“What?” You asked, mouth suddenly dry.

“The scar,” he clarified, putting on the shirt and his lips were tilted into a slight smirk. “That was what you were staring at, right?”

“Right,” you agreed, feeling your face burning. “I’ll just head to the register and give you some privacy.”

I don’t mind,” he shrugged, turning to the mirror. “This is better. What do you think?” He turned towards you, giving you a full view of the cotton fabric covering his muscles, looking almost as if painted on him.

“Sure...” you swallowed hard, trying not to stare. “If you prefer it more fitted...”

“I do,” pulling the shirt off and once again giving you the glorious view of his torso. “I’ll take it.”

You took the shirt to the register and he followed, pausing only to pick up his own, which he had discarded on a nearby hanger. You were expecting him to put it back on, but he just threw it over his shoulder, reaching for his wallet as you registered the sale and tried not to stare.

“Is that the only camera you have around here?” He asked, gesturing to a point above your left and you glanced at the object before nodding, exchanging the money he gave you for the paper bag with his purchase.

“Yeah, why?”

“So basically...” he started, taking a step to the side, closer to the fitting room. “I’m completely out of sight over here?”

“Basically, yeah,” you frowned a little, stepping away from the counter. “Why? Are you planning to rob the place? Because let me tell you, there’s not much worth...” You trailed off with a surprised squeak as he tugged on your hand, pulling you over to the blindspot and nearly pressed against his strong chest.

“Because honestly, I never really gave a fuck about the shirt. I just thought you were beautiful and wanted to ask your number when I walked in, but you looked kind pissed so I got cold feet,” he confessed with a rueful smile.

“So you decided to just get mostly naked in front of me?” You snorted, shaking your head and he shrugged.

“Needed to make sure you might be interested and considering the way you were eyeing me earlier, it looked like you saw something you liked.”

“You’re really sure of yourself, aren’t you?” You arched an eyebrow at him, not ready to concede just yet. Even if the heat of his body and the smell of sea breeze whiffing off his skin were driving you crazy.

“Only when I’m right,” he flashed you a lopsided smirk and just waited, gazing into your eyes, making it clear that the next step was yours.

Part of you screamed that it was crazy to even consider hooking up with a guy that just walked into your store, no matter how hot he was, but it had been a ridiculously long time since you last had sex and he was so fucking hot, the scent of his golden skin intoxicating and his heat was making you dizzy with want as you looked him up and down, noticing the volume pressing against the denim of his pants.

“We might not have cameras, but the windows are see-through, so get your ass to the fitting room while I finish closing up.”

He flashed a victorious smirk and nodded, heading towards the back while you rushed through the steps of securing the store before joining him.

Your heart was pounding with anticipation as you made your way towards the back, pushing away the curtain that blocked the small space of the fitting room and finding him perched on the low stool that you kept there so customers could put down their things, facing the full-length mirror, legs spread, jeans undone, revealing the bush of dark hairs surrounding his long and thick cock.

You nearly whimpered at the sight, your center pulsing in want as you leaned against the doorframe, watching him as he run his left hand up and down his shaft, head tilted back, breathing hard, eyes hooded. He was such a beautiful and debauched sight that you felt the urge to photograph him, capture that sensuality.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch?” He asked, eyes meeting yours through the reflective surface.

“You seemed to be doing fine on your own,” you teased stepping into the tight space, fingers itching to touch all that glorious skin.

“I did not just spend most of my afternoon at the corner diner, drinking burned coffee just to jerk off in front of you,” he declared, standing up and turning your way.

“Ohhh, so this was premeditated?” You asked, kicking off your sneakers as he reached for you and you stumbled against his chest.

“A little bit, yeah,” he admitted, large hand hot against your hips and you wanted to feel it against your flesh. “You probably don’t remember, but I was here last week and you had to bend over to get something from one of the lower drawers...” he let out a soft groan, hands moving to your ass and squeezing lightly. “Fuck! I don’t think I ever popped a boner so fast in my life. I had to get out.”

You vaguely remembered that. There was so much coming and going in this place, it was hard to keep track of faces, but customers just taking off after asking to see something usually caused an impression. If you weren’t about to get fucked after six months, you would be more pissed.

“So you decided to come back when I was alone and seduce me?” you asked, running your hands over his chest and abs, scratching it slightly and goosebumps rose in his skin as he hissed.

“Yeah,” he spoke in a low voice as his hands move to the button of your jeans. “I’ve been thinking about you all week,” he slid your fly down and your breath caught in your throat. “I thought about bending you over that counter and fucking you until you’re screaming.” His fingers skimmed over your cunt, just a soft touch, but you gasped and arched your hips forward, holding onto his arms to steady yourself. “I thought about it eating your pussy and your ass until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

Those words were whispered right against your ear, before he changed your positions, crowding you against the mirror and pushing your jeans down to your thighs before he once against skimmed his fingers over covered sex, making you ache for him.

“What do you think about that?” He asked, lips brushing your cheek in an almost chaste kiss, completely opposed to the lewdness of his hand exploring your cunt. “Do you want it?”

“If you’re as good with your tongue at eating pussy like you are at talking dirty, then I maybe I do,” you declared, tired of his teasing and you felt his smirk as he gracefully slid to his knees in front of you.

You didn’t manage to get another word out before he shoved your panties down to join your jeans and his lips firmly connected to your clit. He gave it a sharp suck and you groaned, burying your fingers into his hair to keep yourself on your feet as your brain short-circuited and your knees turned to jelly.

He was very good at eating you out, especially because he was very attentive to every sound you made, every tightening of your grip on his hair, and roll of your hips to nudge him into going faster or slower, harder or softer... It wasn’t long before he reached that perfect alternation of fast flickering against your clit and slower and broad strokes of his tongue over your entrance and lips, a combination that drove you crazy.

You were whimpering and moaning, legs quaking with the alternating urge to close them around his face to keep him trapped there pleasuring you forever or spreading them wider so he could have more space to work, but the edges of your jeans were digging into the lower part of your knees, signaling you that that was as far as they could go.

As if reading your thoughts or maybe he just realized he would need more room, he shoved your pants down and helped you to kick them off so you could be completely free of the garment. And didn’t you two looked like a mismatched pair, with you standing there wearing only your top while he knelt in front of you, his jeans still on.

Once your pants were off, he hooked your right thigh over his shoulder, pressing his mouth even harder against your cunt, flickering his tongue over your clit before dipping it in between your lips, gathering the juices soaking your sex like a starved man.

“Fuck! I’m so close...” you hissed, rolling your hips, seeking more because that tight knot deep inside you was about to snap and from the way you ached and shuddered, your muscles tensing, you knew it would be a hard one.

“Yeah?” He mumbled against your core, his breath against your overheated skin making you shiver as he pushed two fingers inside you. “Gonna cum all over my mouth?”

He pistoled his fingers in and out at a fast pace, crooking inwards with every down motion, his tongue matching his rhythm against your clit and it was that made you snap as you bit down on your fist to stop yourself from shouting as your body was flooded with pleasure and all you knew was the unbelievable bliss that surrounded you. Stars bust behind your closed lids, the air came out of your lungs in short gushes as you fought hard not to slide down to the ground because your legs felt like jelly.

“Ok?” he asked, making you finally snap your eyes open to look at him.

He was sitting on his heels, face still glistening with your orgasm, his lips swollen and red from the abuse. His cock was rock hard, red, and leaking and you really wanted to return the favor.

“Way better than ok,” you replied with a gasp. “My turn?” To your surprise, he shook his head and got to his feet.

“Tonight, the only place I’m cumming is in that pussy,” he announced against your ear and shivered with anticipation. “So let’s get out of this fucking store and go to my place?”

“Fuck yes!” you grinned breathlessly at him as you reached for your jeans and he buttoned his over his hard cock and that couldn’t be comfortable.

“I’m Johnny, by the way,” he said. “Johnny Utah. Just in case you want to know what to shout when I fuck your brains out later.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheeky smirk and moved closer to him, once fully clothed, the only evidence of your recent climax was the sweat cooling on your skin and the stupid grin that refused to leave your face.

“I think I like you more when your mouth is busy with something other than talking,” you declared and before Johnny could manage a reply, you silenced him with a kiss, tasting yourself in his tongue.

xxx

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[pascalslittlebrat]

Ravish You

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Word Count: 5687

Warnings: Sugar baby/Sugar Daddy relationship, fluff, mentions of alcohol, fingering, a dash of spanking, unprotected PIV, public sex, a little exchange of fluids. Let me know if I missed anything

Summary: When Pedro finds you stressing over a paper, he decides to help you take a step back and relax, only to reward you once you get your results back.

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A/N: Just another little one shot for me and @mothandpidgeon ‘s sugar daddy collection that honestly took a life of it’s own once I started writing it. Enjoy this fluff and the sweet filth that comes with it and thank you to @danniburgh​ for some filfth inspo xo

You groaned as you reread the paragraph you had just finished typing on your laptop, the words seemed to blur together the more you looked at them trying to think of how to finish it off.

You had been working on your final paper for your philosophy class all day. The class was meant to be a simple one but had proven to challenge you more than you expected. The professor adored you and all you had written so far, so you couldn’t deny the extra pressure you were putting on yourself because you wanted to make sure you didn’t disappoint her.

You tapped your fingers anxiously over the open philosophy book next to you on the desk, while the other ran through your hair in frustration. “Only I can pull that hair, princesa. So be gentle with it baby,” you heard Pedro tease behind you.

You jumped not expecting him, your hand coming up to your chest, trying to calm your beating heart, “Daddy! You scared me, I didn’t hear you come in.”

Pedro chuckled leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, holding a cup of tea out to you, “Sorry baby, I knocked and you didn’t answer so I just let myself in. You sounded stressed earlier when I called and you haven’t answered any of my texts. I figured I would bring you some tea to calm that pretty head of yours.”

You take the cup from him, the cool minty scent hitting you. You take a sip and let out a soft hum and smile as the warmth of the tea floods your body. He seemed to always know just when to show up and take care of you.

You put the cup down and mutter a curse as you look over at your phone that you had silenced filled with multiple messages from him. “I’m sorry, I silenced it to focus and I guess I’ve just been so hung up on the paper I forgot to check it,” you apologize before bringing his face back down for another a kiss before giving him an appreciative smile, “Thank you for bringing me the tea, Pedro.”

You loved the way he took care of you, the way he could so easily read you even if you weren’t in front of, the way he knew exactly what to do when he knew you were too in your head. You looked up at him, staring into those beautiful warm eyes that helped you forget about the world most days. You felt your bottom lip start to quiver, his eyes furrowed in concern, and you looked away feeling the tears prickling at your eyes.

“What’s wrong princesa? Tell me what’s bothering you,” Pedro whispers softly, tilting your chin up to look at him, he had crouched down to be eye level with you. His concerned seemed to open the floodgates and you sniffled as tears blurred your vision.

You let out a little laugh as you wipe your eyes, trying to ease his worry, “I-I’m sorry, I think I’m just overwhelmed from the paper. I’ve been working on it all day.”

Pedro gently cupped your face in his both of his soft hands, he looked at you with such softness and care, like you were the most delicate and beautiful thing in the world that he didn’t want anyone to hurt. Your heart melted at the look, a few more stray tears making their way down your face. “Oh princesa, you don’t need to apologize,” Pedro cooed softly, “You are working so hard and I know the pressure you put on yourself to make everything you do perfect.”

The pads of his thumbs gently wiped the tears off your face and he gave you one of those million dollar smiles that always made your heart skip a beat, “Why don’t you take a break baby? Come rest your eyes from the computer screen a little bit, that way you’ll have a clear mind when you go back to it.”

Pedro presses a kiss to your forehead after you nod, you give him a soft smile as he stands back up and takes your hand. You let him lead you to the leather couch there in the office space you used to study. He sits down and you immediately straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and bury your head in between his neck and shoulder.

You take in his scent, letting it wash over you feeling your shoulders relax, you didn’t know what it was but sometimes just breathing him in seemed to take your stress away, the rich cologne he always had on mixed with the earthy undertones that were purely him. You closed your eyes as Pedro rubbed your back relaxing into his touch.

You loved him washing over your senses, the peacefulness it brought you. You wished you could bottle up his scent and carry it with you wherever you went. It made you feel safe from the world, like nothing could cause you any harm, and even though you’d never admit it to him, the scent made you feel like you were home. It made you feel like everything would be okay as long as you were surrounded by it.

A grin came across your face as you felt his nose burying itself at the top of your head, knowing he was taking you in as much as you were him. You turned to face his neck, a hand coming down to play with the collar of his button up ivory shirt, you trace your finger down it to the unbuttoned first two buttons. “You never learned how to button your shirts up properly,” you tease as you a press a kiss to his neck.

You feel the rumble in his chest as he chuckles, knowing he was grinning and shaking his head above you. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say it was a problem before, if anything I remember you ruining quite a few of my shirts because of it,” he teased back.

You pull away from his neck and face him, raising an eyebrow at him, “Do we really want to go into ruined clothes? Should I remind you how many shirts, dresses, bras and panties you’ve ruined?”

“I can’t control how sexy you always look baby,” Pedro smirks as his hand moves down to grab your ass, “Just like right now.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you swat his chest, “I’m in a t-shirt and yoga pants and I can just imagine the mess my hair is right now from running my hands through it so much the past eight hours, don’t lie to me.”

“I’d never lie to you. I love it when you’re like this baby, relaxed, comfortable, completely yourself. I love having you dressed up next to me but you like this, really turns me on, princesa, always at your most beautiful,” Pedro murmurs his hands grabbing both sides of your hips and pulling you against him, letting you feel his erection pressing against you.

You let out a soft gasp, pressing your hand flat against his chest as the other one tightens around him. Your chest feels like it’s going to burst both from the compliment and the feeling of him against you. “Daddy…” you breathed out, you felt like every inch of your body was already begging you for him but you knew if you started this, you’d never finish your paper that was due before the end of the day. “I want you too…but I can’t..”

“I know princesa, I just wanted you to know the effect you have on me even when you think you’re at your worst,” Pedro said pressing his lips softly against yours, before giving you a cocky grin, “Plus, we both know I could relax you to the point that you won’t even be able to remember your name, let alone what you’re writing.”

“You so owe me after this,” you pout as the thought of him taking you right now makes you stomach twist in desire. “You just have to be so talented,” you mutter.

Pedro winks at you, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “Oh princesa, do well on this paper and I’m going to completely ravish you.”

You run your tongue over his thumb before sucking on it to tease him. He let out a groan and pulled your mouth away winking at him. “I’ll hold you to that daddy, I think you’ve inspired me to finish,” you say grinning as you kiss his cheek moving off his lap and moving back to your laptop. Your fingers immediately went to typing your mind feeling clearer and more refreshed. Even though you had just teased him and left him wanting to bend you over his lap, Pedro watched you smiling, his hand under his chin, as you fell back into your paper with ease, that’s his girl.

“Daddy?” you called out giddily as you walked into Pedro’s house.

“In the kitchen baby,” you hear Pedro call out and immediately run into the kitchen. You see him sitting at the counter as his maid, Martha, sets a plate of berries on the counter for him, she gives you a kind smile and you beam back at her waving and watch as she excuses herself to give you both privacy.

Pedro turns the stool he’s sitting to face you opening his mouth to greet you but stopping when you throw your arms around him hugging him tight. He puts his hand out to grab onto the counter to hold himself steady from you force.

“Oof, well hello to you too princesa,” Pedro chuckles smiling down at you wrapping his arms around you. You look up at him eyes shining, he could tell you were excited about something, he thought he could guess what, but he wanted to hear you tell him yourself.

“I made a 97 on my final essay!” you tell him practically squealing and bouncing in his arms. You couldn’t wait to tell him the moment you had gotten your paper back. “She told me it was one of the best papers she had received, and it was an honor to have me in her class. She told me she would happily write any letter of recommendation I might need.”

Pedro moves his hands to your face pressing his lips to yours, his smile now as wide as yours when he pulls back, “That’s brilliant baby! I knew you were going to do great. Even she knows what talented and intelligent women you are.”

“I couldn’t have done this without you, you helped me bring me back to earth and finish it,” you told him pressing your lips against his. The kiss was gentle and soft, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands running through the soft curls. His mouth tasted sweet from the berries he had been eating and you smiled as you pulled away looking up at him adoringly.

Pedro’s heart swelled as he looked down into your soft eyes, he was happy to see you so excited and yourself again after spending the last weeks stressed. His hands went to your hips, holding you close to him, “You do remember how I said I’d ravish you if you did well?”

You nod biting your lip as you start to play with collar of his shirt, “I do, am I going to get ravished now?”

Pedro chuckled as he starts to rub circles on your waist, “I would love to take you right now but we actually need to leave soon, I’m going to ravish you in more ways than one. How does a weekend trip to an island sound? My private jet is waiting to take us and I’m going to make sure to spoil every inch of you and your body while we’re there baby.”

“I-Isand?” you squeak, eyes widening more excitedly, your eyes welled with tears unable to believe he would plan this for you, even after the many luxurious trips he’s taken you. Each trip felt like the first time with him and you couldn’t help the awe and gratefulness you felt each time, “Oh, Pedro, you didn’t have to!”

“We always talked about staying in one those bungalows in Bora Bora, waking up to the ocean, having those glass floors where we can see the fish. You deserve this baby, you’ve worked so hard all semester. I have everything ready, I packed you a bag while you were on campus,” Pedro caresses your cheek softly, “Let’s do this yeah, princesa?”

You nod pushing back the tears you want to let out and hugging him close, you don’t know what you did to deserve this man but you were definitely going to continue to show him every day just how much you were.

You hum as you feel Pedro’s fingers trail up and down your bare legs. He had kept his word in ravishing you the moment you both had gotten to the island, immediately blessing each room in the bungalow. Something about the trip had you both all over each other unable to keep each other’s hands off the other. You could feel the shift in your relationship, like something had further fallen into place between you two, bringing you closer than before.

Even when Pedro wasn’t fucking you against any surface he could find, he would have his hand on your back, in your hand, on your shoulder, stomach, or on your leg like now. You felt your heart skip a beat each time, the feeling of him needing to be touching you even in the slightest way making you feel even more special to him. You were both laid out at the beach, that morning you both had gone snorkeling around the coral reef, both of you grinning like idiots when you came up chatting about the different fish you had seen, and decided to visit the local beach even though you had your own section by the bungalow.

Pedro had been admiring the little one piece he had gotten you to wear for the trip. He loved the way it hugged each of your curves and was cut out in all the right places, covering what it needed but also still showing enough skin for him to touch. You looked over at him as he continued to absentmindedly touch you, his other hand was holding up the book he was reading. He had on his favorite Tom Ford sunglasses you took in his bare broad shoulders, making your way down his chest to the slim yet soft stomach of his that you loved, you bit your lip as you took in the red swim trucks that looked delicious against his tan skin, you could see his small elephant tattoo peeking out from his inner thigh.

“Like what you see princesa?” you hear Pedro’s deep voice say. You feel your cheeks warm at being caught looking over to see him looking over at you a playful smile on his face.

“When do I not?” you ask pushing down your sunglasses and raising an eyebrow at him.

Pedro chuckled putting his book down, “Baby, there’s children around, you shouldn’t be eye fucking me like that.” You didn’t have to see his eyes to know they were crinkled in amusement.

“Says the guy who has been trying to get in my bathing suit since we got here,” you shot back slipping your sunglasses back on and giving him a smile back.

Pedro smirked as his hand that had been caressing your leg moved its way up the side of your waist toying with nylon of your swimsuit at one of the cutouts, “Oh I don’t have to try baby, you’ll be begging daddy to pull that off you.”

A shiver went down your spine and you shifted your body against the blanket, trying to ignore the warmth in your stomach at the thoughts of him taking you. “There’s children around for you to be saying things like that,” you retort giggling and closing your eyes willing your mind to focus on other things.

You took a deep breath listening to the waves crashing against the shoreline, the sounds of children laughing and screaming as they played in the water. The sun was starting to set, but you couldn’t deny still how relaxed you had felt sunbathing and just enjoying clear blue skies and ocean. You hadn’t realized just how much you needed this little get away until you had gotten here.

“Why don’t we start making our way back to the bungalow? I have dinner plans for us,” Pedro says and you feel his hand move away from your waist, hearing shuffling beside you.

You look over seeing him close his book and starting to gather his things. “What time did you make reservations?” you ask him as you get up gathering your own things. You look over at him in shock when he answers you in the next hour. “Pedro! It’ll take us ten or fifteen minutes just to get back to the bungalow if we get a cab! If we can track one down fast enough, then we have to shower and get ready.”

“We’re not taking a cab baby, we’re just going to walk, it’s going to be fine,” Pedro answers nonchalantly pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Walk? Pedro, we definitely don’t have much time then, even if it’s not a nice restaurant we still have to change, or at least I do,” you mumble pouting at him as you see him put his button up shirt back on pulling the crotchet cover up over your head. You place your hands on his chest, “You look like a dream, even with these dorky desk lamps on your shirt.”

Pedro scoffs, “It’s Fendi baby and I didn’t have to see your eyes earlier to know you were eye fucking me in my dorky lamp shirt then too.” You shrug a smile on your lips, he definitely wasn’t wrong. There was something about the dumb shirt that still made you want to kiss down his chest, pull off his swim trunks, and ride him. You helped him button it up leaving the first three unbuttoned, just like you both liked. “You look beautiful just like this and we’re eating close by, you don’t have to worry.”

He reaches out taking your hand in his bringing it up to kiss the top of it. “If you say, I hope we have enough time for me to at least try and fix my hair. It’s going to take us thirty minutes just to get there walking,” you mutter as you both fall into step walking down the beach hand in hand.

“It gives us time to further enjoy the scenery, we can walk all the way down the beach until we get to the road to the bungalows. Plus, the sun is starting to set, we’ll get to see as everything starts to die down and as people leave,” Pedro says gesturing to the way others were starting to pack up there things.

You both walk in a peaceful silence. You couldn’t deny you were enjoying the walk like he said. You both would comment here and there about something you would see. Pedro moved his hand from yours to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him, you smiled at being nearer to him. The sun was starting to set the beautiful yellow, orange, and purple colors making the ocean seem even more peaceful and calm than before. You stopped a few times when either of you wanted to share a soft kiss. He had your body tingling and you couldn’t wait to get dinner over with so you could enjoy each other.

Once you reached the road, Pedro smiled over at you, “Not so bad huh?”

“Not at all, but I think that took longer than we expected,” you say loving the way his eyes were shining in happiness. He definitely was having as much of a good time as you.

“I think we’ve given enough time for set up,” Pedro says nonchalantly as you make your way to the bungalow you were both staying at. He had chosen the one at the very end that had more beach space in front of it than the others and that had the most space difference between them all.

You took your sunglasses off, quirking an eyebrow, “What do you mean set up?”

Pedro grinned mischievously and shrugged as you both made your way further down the road. You both smiled and nodded as you passed some families or couples renting out the places around you. You were about to ask him again what he meant as you got closer to the bungalow’s pier when your eyes caught the glimpse of lights on the beach.

You paused as you both got closer seeing candles placed in vases leading a pathway down the beach before surround a gazebo that was set up. Your hand went up to your mouth, you felt the familiar prickle of tears in your eyes as you looked over at Pedro who was smiling brightly at you, “Come on princesa, we have a dinner to enjoy.”

You don’t trust you voice as you nod, letting him lead you off the road and onto the beach. The warm night breeze swirled around you both, blowing your hair behind you as you followed Pedro from behind. It seemed surreal, this handsome man leading you by your hand down a candle lit lane to have a beautiful sunset dinner. “Pedro,” you breathed out as you saw the large blanket laid out under the gazebo, fairy lights lit the inside, there was a platter of different fruits laid out on platters, small sandwiches, chocolate covered strawberries, brownies, and a bucket of ice holding a wine bottle.”Y-you planned this?” you asked meeting his eyes.

Pedro smiled as he placed both hands on your cheek pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I told you I was going to ravish you all around.”

“This is beautiful, thank you,” you breathe out and lean up to press your lips against his.

“Anything to see that beautiful smile, baby,” he tells you as he leads you to sit.

He opens up the wine bottle pouring you each a glass as you serve yourselves food on small plates. You chuckle as you see him pile the different fruits on his. He might not eat the healthiest of things but nothing could come in between this man and his berries. Pedro pulled you between his legs, your back pressed against his chest, with your legs crossed and tucked underneath you.

You placed both of your plates beside you, eating with one hand as the other would reach above you to feed Pedro one of his fruits or to give him a bite of a sandwich. You felt like spoiling him after all the work he put in, the set up made you feel like a queen so he deserved to feel like a king.

When you finished eating you leaned back against him, sighing in content. “This has to be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me, I’m never going to forget this night, “ you admit quietly.

You feel Pedro’s lips start trailing down your neck and you let out a soft sigh, tilting your neck for him, his hand cups your breast through the crotchet material of your cover up, “I can think of a way to make it more memorable princesa.”

“Daddy, if anyone decides to come down the beach they might see us,” you whisper breathlessly. Your heart was starting to race, the warmth in your stomach returning and making its way down between your legs.

“Fuck them if they do, this our area,” Pedro murmurs as he sucks the sweet spot on your neck. You reach behind you running your hand through his curls pulling on them gently as you arch into his touch. “Do you want me to stop baby?”

You shake your head as you pull away to pull the cover up off. You toss it to the side before falling back against his chest and pulling his mouth down yours for a kiss. The kiss starts off soft and gentle before it becomes more desperate and hungry. You pull on his hair to pull his face closer to yours, eliciting a moan from him. His hand finds its way back to your breast, his thumb rubbing your pebbled nipple through the thin material.

You moan running your tongue over his bottom lip begging for entrance pressing yours against his as you both battle for dominance. You can taste the tartness of the wine, the sweet and sourness of the berries on his tongue as you suck on it. He groans pulling away and turning you around to straddle his lap. Your lips meet again and he pulls both of the straps of your swimsuit down, exposing your breasts. You let out a whimper as the cool air hits your warm skin, you felt your nipples harden and Pedro starts kissing down your neck. “So fucking beautiful,” Pedro mumbles as he kisses down your chest. You cry out when his mouth wraps around one of your nipples sucking on it as you grip his shoulders. His other hand kneads the other nipple in between his fingers.

Your eyes close in sweet pleasure as you feel his tongue swirl and the soft pull on the other nipple. Your hips buck against his, feeling the prominent tent in his swim trunks. Pedro switches his hand and mouth continuing his satisfying attack on your breasts. You continue to grind against his hard cock, needing more and more friction. He had lit your body on fire and you needed him to put out the flames.

The more he continued his attack, the graze of his teeth, the hard pull, the more soaked your swimsuit got. His name kept falling from your lips, you didn’t want him to stop, you could care less now if anyone decided to go on a late night walk, all you could think and focus on was Pedro and his mouth and his body and all the things you wanted him to do. “You’re fucking soaked baby, I can feel you soaking my trunks, you want me to fuck you so bad don’t you?”

“Oh fuck yes, please daddy, I need you,” you whimper as he places both hands on you hips, stopping your movements. You pout looking at him pleadingly.

He smirks down at you, “Open,” he commands and you opens your mouth, holding back another moan as he spits in your mouth before bringing his fingers into your mouth coating them, “Can you be a good girl and suck?”

You nod as you swirl your tongue around his fingers, moving your mouth up and down them, you can taste the saltiness from the air and the sweetness of the chocolate covered strawberry on them. You use your tongue on his fingers imagining it was his cock instead.

Pedro’s eyes are dilated and staring down at you hungrily, “Such a good girl, look at you sucking my fingers like they were my cock.” You feel his free hand come down on your ass and you let out a moan at the sweet sting. He repeats the gesture, his hand coming down a little harder with each swat.

If you thought you were wet before you, you knew you were practically gushing now, squirming against his erection, loving how the pain of his hand on your ass felt. You lived for the sting and he knew it, knew the pleasure you found in the pain.

“I don’t even need to touch you to know you’re fucking soaked baby,” Pedro’s voice groaned his voice lower than usual, “You love me spanking you, such a pretty a little princesa.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth he trails his warm hand down the front of your pelvis. “Fuck just as expected.” You whimper as his thumb rubs your clit from outside the swimsuit, bucking up into his hands. “So wet baby.”

He pulls the material to the side before slipping two slick fingers into your warmth. Your cry out, your head falling between his neck and shoulder as he slowly moves them in and out. “Good girl, so wet for daddy, I can’t wait to be deep in your sweet cunt.”

You meet each thrust of his fingers with your own as he picks up his pace, you curse under your breath as he thumb starts rubbing your clit, “Oh daddy….I can’t- I’m so close, please, “ you plead out knowing you weren’t going to last much longer, you were too needy, to full of desire for him.

Pedro gives you another wicked grin as he curls his fingers into the bundles of nerves that he knows really drives you wild, “OH FUCK!” You’re panting against his neck, your grinding becoming more sloppy as he continues his assault of the sweet curl of his fingers and the rubbing of your clit.

“Come for me baby,” Pedro whispers into your ear nipping at it as you fall apart around him. He feels the way your squeeze around his fingers, it not stopping him from continuing the sweet mixture, wanting you to ride out your orgasm. You cry out, both hands gripping his arms tightly, as wave after wave of pleasure hits you.

You look up at him, eyes hooded as you pull him into a deep kiss, your chest heaving still. You felt like you couldn’t breathe from the orgasm that he had just pulled out of you but you wanted more, you needed him and his fingers had not been enough to put out the flames, if anything they just had you more in need for him. Pedro slips his fingers out, pulling away and keeping his gaze on yours as he sucks his fingers, “Mmm sweet as always princesa.” He moves his fingers from his mouth to yours, you suck obediently getting the last of your arousal off his fingers.

You loved him making you taste yourself, you pull back with a pop, meeting his hungry gaze with your own. You start to unbutton his shirt pushing it down his shoulders. You move off his lap and lay down on the blanket as you watch him stand and pull down his swim trunks, releasing his thick length.

You bite your lip watching as he spits into his hand giving his cock a few pumps, your hands trails down your stomach rubbing your clit at the sight of him. You could not get enough of this man, even now after that orgasm or the many orgasms from the past few days, you felt like you couldn’t get enough. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” Pedro asked, eyes dark with lust. He swatted your pussy, a groan escaping your lips as you moved your fingers away, “This is all mine baby.”

“All yours daddy, please take it,” you breath out watching as he kneels in front of you, your body arches off the blanket as you feel him run his cock along your wet slit before pushing himself inside. “Fuck, daddy!”

Pedro moans as he feels your warmth around his cock, the way your tightness clenches around him as he fills you up. He hooks a leg over his shoulder as he lets you adjust to him. Even if he wanted to be gentle, he couldn’t, not with how pretty you looked with your hair splayed out over the blanket or how ravishing the soft glow of the lights and the candles made you looked as you laid naked underneath them. He pulls out before slamming his cock back inside you causing you to call out his name in pleasure.

“Good girl, look at you taking my cock,” Pedro grits out as he slams into your pussy over and over again.

Your fingers dig into the blanket as your loud moans fill the air mixing in with sounds of the waves crashing. Pedro was relentless and the way he was gripping your hips, you knew you’d have probably have bruises in the morning and you loved it, you loved him leaving marks on your body for you to admire the next day. The sweetness and softness of earlier was gone, instead leaving the hard, passionate man in place that had you feeling like you were going to fall apart any second as he kept slamming into your cervix.

“P-Pedro..I’m going to-so close,” you breathe out, eyes clenching shut, Pedro brings your other leg around his shoulder, the new position hitting you in an even sweeter angle. Your nails dig into the blanket as your head falls back and the sweet release rips through your body. “Daddy!”

“Fuck baby I’m so close, going to fill your pretty cunt up,” Pedro curses out as your walls tighten around his cock and he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, watching the way your eyes roll back as each wave of pleasure hits you. He leans down kissing you deeply as his thrust become more rushed as he reaches his own release filling you to the brim with is cum. His pace slows down and he moans out your name pressing his forehead against yours, beads of sweat on both of your bodies.

Pedro wraps his arms around you, rolling you over so you were laying on his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast underneath you, matching your own racing heart. He holds you close to him, kissing your forehead as he hears you catching your breath. “How was that princesa?” he asks a proud smile coming across his face as he could see you trying to pull words together. He loved knowing how frazzled he left you after sex.

You take a deep breath, a lazy smile coming across your face from how relaxed and on cloud nine your body felt, “Definitely a night I’ll never forget.”

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Ok i put way to much into this and idk why I honestly did not try to 😭

nsfw under the cut; minors pls dni

word count 1.1k

a/n: there’s a weird glitch/bug that’s happing with my posts where it deletes sections/paragraphs or it has certain sections/paragraphs more than once and idk how to fix it because it’ll just mess it all up so I’ll try my best until something is done about it. (6/23/21)

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A: Aftercare~ cuddles, cuddles, and more cuddles. And honestly he would have an assload of energy left but it depends on how tired you are if y’all go another round or two or not. He also runs the fanciest looking baths like omfg. Flower petals, bath bombs, and candles surrounding the tub and if you have sensitive skin you better know damn well he has everything you need to have you feeling soft asf 😌

C: Cum~ Most of the time it’s inside a condom, both of you feel that it’s safer but if you wanted him to cuz in or on you then he wouldn’t mind as long as it’s fine with you too

D: Dirty Secret~ Ok he’s had this on his mind for months and wants to bring it up but he would definitely let Noya join a few times but he would like it better if you brought it up knowing damn well he was thinking the same

D: Dirty Secret~ Ok he’s had this on his mind for months and wants to bring it up but he would definitely let Noya join a few times but he would like it better if you brought it up knowing damn well he was thinking the same

E: Experience~ Both of y’all’s first times was with each other but he kinda already knew what to do cuz you can tell me he hasn’t watched porn or even looked at porn magazines; luckily he catches onto stuff very quickly but he’s still got some stuff to learn

F: Favorite Position~ Ok he is a complete service top but he LOVES to see you on top of him; so Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, or riding his face are his absolute favorite positions and he also has quick access to your thighs so it’s a win win for him

G: Goofy~ Come on now this is Tanaka of course he’ll be goofy asf during secksy time, at times he’s a little more serious but for the most part he like know that your enjoying it as much as he is

H: Hair~ Ok so we all know the carpet does not match the drapes; as far as maintenance, he’ll forget to do it sometimes so it gets a little wild but either he’ll take care of it himself or he’ll let you do it and he really doesn’t mind if you do

I: Intimacy~ Omg he treats you like royalty; nothing is worth more then making his s/o feel like they are loved and taken care of while throwing a little spice into it at the same time; he treats you with so much respect and honestly the both of you can’t ask for better

J: Jack Off~ He doesn’t do it as much often cuz he has you but before.... 😀 no comment; he also gets off the the nudes you send him

K: Kinks~ Ok he’s not vanilla but he’s not very kinky so I feel like he would like some bondage and sensory deprivation (my fancy way of saying blindfolds), he likes semi public sex as well, spanking, and he liked ducking you in front of a mirror

L: Location~ Your shared bedroom, the kitchen counter, the shower, and hidden but public spaces

M: Motivation~ It doesn’t take much to get him all hot and bothered, it’s as simple as touching his thigh, whispering in his ear, or kissing his neck, do all three and have fun not walking bae <3

N: No~ He will NEVERRRRR do ANYTHING with out your consent, he’ll even go as far as asking a second or third time; this baby will never purposely hurt you, he may like spanking you but that’s really it

O: Oral~ You- he loves when you suck him off he thinks you so sexy with your lips wrapped around him and tears coming from your eyes 😊; Him- omfg he will spend hour going down on you, he makes you cum so many times it hurts just a little bit but he just can help but slurp you every ounce of cum you give to him

P: Pace~ He’s either slow and deep or hard and fast... there’s literally no in between

Q: Quickie~ He fucking loves them, will beg for them until you say yes so yall would end up in an ally or an family bathroom taking care of business 😏

R: Risk~ He likes the risk of getting caught in public so he’ll make sure to fuck you extra hard and try to get you to moan really loud so other people can hear you

S: Stamina~ Fucking endless almost, y’all can go for hours and he’s asking and begging if you can go another round when you’re over here on the verge of passing out

T: Toys~ There’s a box under your bed filled with vibrators, blindfolds, maybe a couple dildos, and some rope

U: Unfair~ He’s not as ruthless with his teasing but that doesn’t mean he won’t do it, I feel like he’s the type that if y’all are walking together in public he would put his hand on your ass and just keep it there... like he doesn’t slap it, doesn’t rub it, or squeeze it, he just keeps it there and it annoys you cuz he won’t move it 😭

V: Volume~ Omfg he is a very vocal partner; loud moans, sexy grunts, and moaning your name and the best thing is, he gets a little whiney and shakes a bit when he’s about to cum

W: Wildcard~ Ok so y’all have gotten so comfortable with each other to the point where getting a nude out of nowhere are quite common; he doesn’t beg you for them but does ask and is very appreciative of them and he definitely got off to your nudes more times then he’ll actually admit

X: X-Ray~ Boy is big 😀 it’s not much of a grower it more so gets thicker; I’d say a good 8 inches soft and 9 hard and like I said it gets thicc bae 🤌🏾, it’s also got this on vein that goes down the length of the bottom of it and it’s pretty sensitive and you’ve used that against him a few times

Y: Yearning~ All the damn time; his sex drive is high at least a 8/10

Z: ZzZz~ Lkike I said earlier, he would still have some energy left and if y’all don’t end up going another round he’ll just handle the aftercare and cuddle you until you go to sleep then he may get up and go on a jog to relieve the rest of that energy and when he gets back he’ll wash up again so he won’t smell like outside (pocs understand perfectly) and he’ll climb back into bed with you and eventually fall asleep

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