#anora mikheeva x reader

[spiderb00]

REST IN ME

Anora x reader 

“After everything Ani has been through, the universe has finally given her the peace she has always wanted, you.” 

Genre – Fluff       Warnings – Just comfort, my poor girl has suffered enough 

Now playing – Stargazing, by The Neighbourhood 

Anora was awakened by the rays of sunlight that came in through the half-open curtain. It was only seven in the morning, she didn't want to wake up so early, but just not having to wake up with the noises of the train passing practically inside her old house, she was already happy.  

Turning over on the bed, she reached for you, despite the sun streaming in through the window, she was starting to get cold now that you were no longer there to warm her up. She picked up the phone on the bedside table, looking at the time and sighing, where had you gone so soon? 

Ani had known you a two and a half years ago now, you and she met after all the traumatic experience she went through with Vanya. It took a long time for her to trust you after everything that rich jerk did to her, but at some point, she just accepted that she was falling in love with you. At the beginning of your relationship, she was extremely suspicious, always thinking that everything you did for her was an exchange, something dirty that hovered in her mind.  

All of these thoughts stopped after you confronted her, telling her that you understood all the traumas and that you loved her, but you wouldn't continue in a relationship where she didn't feel totally comfortable with you. After that, everything changed, she told you everything, her wishes, her dreams, her achievements, the bad things and the good things. When you asked her if she missed something, the only thing she said was "It was nice to be a trophy wife for a few days." 

So it was done, you weren't as rich as Vanya, but you could give everything Ani wanted. You worked in the real estate business from a very young age, following in your father's footsteps, the older man had left many teachings for you before leaving, and you managed to make good use of everything.  

Ani is the woman of your life, you knew how hard that girl had worked practically her entire life, and you were more than happy to give her everything she wanted. A house in a posh neighborhood? it was hers. A car? it was hers. Expensive trips? she had. Marriage and children? You were working on it. 

In the midst of all this, Ani understood that there was a big difference about how Vanya treated her and how you treated her. She didn't want to make comparisons, but at one point, it was simply impossible to say that she had the same trophy wife experience with the two of you. Despite the expensive gifts and without doing any work, Ani understood that having sex and watching that spoiled idiot play video games was not very well the definition of a trophy wife. 

 You adored Ani, you would lick the floor she walked on if she asked you to, you were devoted to her. Money wasn't the only thing that made Ani look powerful, you made her look that way. Ani had one certainty with you, you were in love with her, you loved her above all, you would do anything for her. 

In the little things, all the little gestures and attitudes were what made Ani sure that you loved her deeply, the peace and tranquility of being loved that she had never received from anyone before, the calm and peace of knowing that you would solve any problem, as an adult.  

Going downstairs, Ani saw your dog lying in the living room, near the couch. Nico had been rescued by you in an alley, while you were going to visit Ani at her old house. You took him along with you to the date you and she would have that day, it was kind of a pretext for Ani to finally come and live with you. 

You and Ani were sitting on the towel, the little ball of fur lying on your girlfriend's lap, his little eyes closing with the caresses she made on his head.  

"Hey, if I knew you would steal my girlfriend's attention I wouldn't have brought you." You said, a whisper loud enough for Ani to hear and let a giggle escape, lightly pushing your shoulders.  

"Stop, it's not his fault that he's cuter than you." Hearing her words, you threw yourself back, your back resting on the thin fabric, which made you feel the grass beneath it.  

"Ouch, I'm dying! Please someone help me, this beautiful woman just stabbed my heart!" You said, a little too loud, making Ani turn towards you and cover your mouth, still giggling at your childish behavior. 

"Shut up, you idiot, do you want everyone to listen to your little drama?" Ani watched your eyes widen and then you tried to scream again.  

Your muffled words could be heard only by Ani, who still had her hand against your mouth, to prevent a scene. Seeing that you had finally finished with your little theater, she let you go, instantly seeing the big smile on your face.  

"You're so stupid." The brunette said, rolling her eyes as she tried to hide a laugh.  

"And you're very BORING!" You shouted the last part, taking Ani – by surprise – by the shoulders and making her lie down next to you. 

Unable to hide her laughter this time, the woman laughed out loud, making the little puppy jump between you and bark. With your attention focused on the little puppy, you supported your weight on one of your elbows, turning to your girlfriend and placing the puppy between the bodies of the two of you. 

 "So, do you have a name suggestion?" You asked, petting the puppy, who was now lying on his back, one of his paws moving when you scratched in the right place. 

"How about Nico?" The brunette said, something in the way she said it made you think she had been plotting this for a while.  

"I like it. But why Nico?" You asked, seeing if you could get something out of the beautiful brunette. 

 "It's just... A junction." Ani said, more shy than usual.  

"Work it out, baby." Her eyes were beautiful in the light of the sunset.  

"You know, my name is Ani, and people call you Conrad, I just thought, it might be kind of silly..." She looked away. 

Some people close to you called you Conrad, it was your father's last name, and you didn't mind carrying it around a little from time to time.  

"I loved it." You said, taking a strand of hair that fell in front of the brunette's face. You loved the little sparkles in her hair, it was so Anora.  "That's it, Nico. I loved it." You said, approaching and kissing Ani. 

Your lips glued to hers for a few seconds, before you pulled away to play with Nico, who was biting your shirt. If you looked twice, you would see the adoring look that Ani had for you. Anora had never said "I love you" to you, but at that moment, she was stuck, that's all she wanted to say. The fear of being scorned once again held him in her tongue, but it didn't take more than a week for her to say it out loud, jumping with happiness when you gave her the key to the apartment of the two of you. 

Petting the dog's ears - who was now grown up - Ani heard the door open, looking in the direction of the sound and seeing you enter with a multitude of bags in your hands.  

"Hey, are you awake?!" You said, leaving the bags on the kitchen counter and running to the couch to talk to your girlfriend. 

 Leaning in slightly, you kissed Ani's lips lovingly, sitting next to her and petting Nico before taking off your running shoes.  

"I can't sleep when you're not there to warm me up." The brunette said, pulling your compression shirt so that you leaned completely against the couch. 

"Where have you gone, baby? Why so many bags?" Ani asked, snuggling on your chest, when you finished taking off your shoes.  

"Well, I went for a run to the gym and then stopped by the supermarket to buy some ingredients for dinner with my parents." You said, kissing Ani's forehead, making the woman raise her head, your kisses going down to her nose and finally leaving a little seal on her lips. 

 Anora adored your parents, and your parents adored her. Ani was very happy when everything went well, she was very nervous before meeting your mother and stepfather. You had a good relationship with your mother's current husband, he took care of you from the age of fifteen until now, and you are grateful for everything he does for you, and if you were happy, Ani was happy. 

"I'm going to make your favorite." You said, kissing the woman's lips once more. God, you didn't want to let go of her ever again.  

"I love you." Ani's eyes looked directly at yours, you felt like you were in the clouds every time she looked at you like that.  

"I love you more." You joined your lips with hers, a calm kiss full of love. The hearts of both of you beating hard in your chest, the burning love and the flame that never went out creating more strength within you. Every moment like this was like a reminder to Anora, a message that she would never be alone again, that she had you forever. 

"I think we have to enjoy it a lot before we have company in the house." the woman said, her hands trying to take off your compression shirt. 

 "You don't even want to eat breakfast?" You asked, knowing the answer your future wife would give.  

"You're my breakfast." Ani said, kissing your neck and jaw, whimpering like a child when she couldn't take off your shirt as she wanted.  

"Anora, you're going to be the death of me." She smiled. Amazingly, she never felt bothered that you called her by her real name, sometimes even preferring it more than when you called her Ani. "Shower?"  

"Let's start the day, baby." 

Hi guys, how are you? I hope everyone is well.

 This is a little different from what I usually write around here, but I've been obsessed with Mikey since scream 5, so when I saw her in Anora my crush for her ignited again (she never went out).

I needed to write about her, I wanted to write something for Mikey too, in the same style, something fluff, but anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. 

Drink water, stay safe and go watch Anora!

xoxo, spider.

[ashen-char]

actually can’t stop thinking about mafia!reader now.

like they’re the picture of I do bad things and I’m very good at them. and their line of work is violent and ugly and messy but around anora they just m e l t. they’re just so soft with her and so gentle and they just want to take care of her and make sure she has a good life and everything she deserves.

idk what echelon of mafia u guys are imagining for reader (personally i think being too lower down and goon/muscle territory is too igor for the dynamic? 🤔) but like... crime boss reader being so used to bossing people around and ani won't have that. you slip up one day and tell her to go do something "and make it snappy", even snapping your fingers. she'll quirk an eyebrow like "are you sure you wanna talk to me like that?" and you know you're done for. apologising like crazy even in front of the others. punishing anyone if they laugh about it, you don't mess around about your girl.

spoiling anora with dirty cash 😍 turning up at her door with blood on your suit, and a huge bouquet of roses. ani chastising you for not cleaning up and fixing your tie. her yelling and kissing all over your face when you gift her a stolen car. the lipstick stains as red as the bloodddd

tbh i'm thinking about when ivan was joking about how he made enough money to live in the mansion and she just went "oh ok cool 🥺" at him being a big guns dealer/drug dealer. anora's no questions asked, a ride or die, you treat her right and that's all she cares about. AND OF COURSE the way she stomped in when igor was breaking glass in the candy shop, she doesn't give a shitttt. she'll back you up any day, hell she'll cuss out your men for you.

rough people up to make your bread? no judgement. she'll rub your shoulders and let you complain about your day as if you're working a normal 9-5. (she does tell you to leave the mom and pop shops alone though, and you're a softie for her so you do). she's your secret weapon. ani will mingle and overhear for you, hear the gossip that everyone's afraid to say to your face. whisper if someone talked behind your back and help you eliminate them, power couple

ALSO ALSO i'm just all for spoiling ani w money you actually got urself, fuck ivannnn.

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Inking of you - Anora x reader

If I wanted to be a glorified cleaner, I would've stuck around at McDonald's with the hot manager echoes around in your head. The noise of your mop hitting the cheap plastic bucket is drowned out by the buzz of tattoo machines. You should be behind one, placing stencils and discussing future pieces with clients. Yet you were mentally tracking your tasks of the day. Restock the waiting area with reading materials and snacks? Check. Help set up stations and be ready to tear them down. Check. Clean and sanitize? Checking. You know you could do more. But everything's being delayed. Your suggestions for social media content? In limbo. The fruit you practiced on because the fake skin was taking its time to arrive? Mocking you from a basket in the rest area. Your flashes, which you spent so much time designing. Not even online, tucked into some obscure corner of the shop. You knew this would take time, like all good things would. Yet, you were so close to giving yourself a few more tattoos, just to prove that you got it. You glance at your legs, trying to find a gap between the ink, most of it yours. So you almost miss her, your angel, your saving grace. Anora.

Ani wasn't enamored with the studio. But that's where all the other girls went. It was close to the club. The guys were only mildly inappropriate. And she could get a discount by trying the oldest trick in the book. And then came you. You and your little stupid designs that spoke to her. They were girly and cutesy but still had sex appeal. The tramp stamps that said princess or babydoll in bubbly, sparkly letters. The swans, the pocket mirrors, the castle dollhouse she was enamored with. She asked for you to design her butterfly, her bows. Ani was a professional. She sniffed you out as soon as you gave her a crooked stencil by mistake. It wasn't because you were inexperienced. She watched you perfectly apply a heart stencil to a guy's hard dick (while he was simultaneously popping viagra and trying to flirt with both of you). But Anora's thighs and just the tiniest sliver of her ass cheeks, and you were gone. Even your wiping was sloppy and frantic, as if you didn't wanna linger too much on her skin. So she came prepared. Ani was rich, mentally wrecked, and heartbroken. Officially done with men. No Ivans or Igors for her. But maybe you? Of course, though, first she had to play with her food.

The basement room was your least favorite. It was meant for just an artist and a client for those more intimate sessions. You remember that fiasco with the scheduling where you left Ani in the middle of her consultation to go deal with a asshole who claimed that he "didn't care that you weren't as experienced, only you could put the stencil on his cock or he was leaving multiple one star reviews." How you didn't want to seem uncooperative to anyone. How Anora came in just as you were starting to set up your machine. How you got yelled at for not locking the door and the pervy guy walked out without tipping or posing for your portfolio. Not only that, but you knew the rumors. It was the sex room, where most guys would exchange a small tattoo for getting off. No amount of bleach and disinfect could get the faint smell of cum out of there. At least you knew that the chair was safe, no bodily fluids stuck to the wrapping ever. And that's exactly where Anora ended up wanting to go with you.

Ani could bet you had never even touched tits before. And what a better way to start than groping hers? So she had to lie a little. She immediately went for your tablet, asking you to show her some flash. Looked through your "wanna do" and found it, the thing that would be your undoing. A dragon, from some animated thing, all slinky and complicated. She acted like she was in love with it. Like it was everything she had ever dreamed of and more. And like she needed it now. The problem? All chairs upstairs were booked solid, for the day. Ani made it clear she wasn't leaving, even raising her voice at you slightly. Turning heads was her speciality. So you had no choice but to go downstairs with her. To listen to her phone as she's watching tiktoks as you prep everything. The printed out stencil sheet already intimidating you, the sheer size of the tattoo on top of it being unsupervised. Maybe you could just wait it out with her before starting? Try to reason against it. You're done and you expect Ani to set aside her things and turn to the side, shirt off. But she just moves towards you, intent on "showing you a fun Tiktok idea." You watch as a tattoo artist gropes a female client consensually to film a funny trend. You laugh at it, because it's obvious the women in the video are friends. Ani asks you to try it with her to calm her down.

"Please, you know how needles freak me out. It's like holding my hand right before you do that thing with the first line. The client's always right, isn't that the saying?" You almost wipe your gloved hands on your knees.

You take a deep breath and snap the elastic against your bare skin. Anora would never ask you such a thing if she didn't plan ahead 5 more steps. So you're guessing she figured it out. Your giant lesbian crush on her. The way you went stupid when she looked at you with her soft brown eyes. How she would attempt to talk to you through the slight winces while you were tattooing her. How she followed your Instagram and didn't miss liking and commenting on your work. Ani was loveable. And she was asking you to touch her for free. What every man this side of the city dreamed of. So you reach for her, inexperienced fingers ready. You'd been a bit too rough and grabby, almost like a man who watched too much kinky stuff. She winced.

"How would you like to be touched? Try that. And maybe if you're still nervous, use your mouth?"

Your hands were shaking before you tried again. You lift up her shirt to look at her properly. Her tits are so pretty, nipples perfect. All you want to do is worship them. You press a kiss to the valley between her breasts, slowly and patiently. You bite and tongue her, waiting and watching for a reaction. If she moaned, you did it again. More, better, faster, slower. You did what she wanted.

You could have spent the entire day just on her chest. You desperately wanted to bite her to mark her up with hickeys. But you knew that everyone who had her wanted to possess her forever. So you pulled away, ready to go back to professionalism. Applying the stencil and all that, giving her that tattoo. This lapse of judgment was just something that happened more often than people liked to admit. Then Anora whined

"Wait. I only pretended to like the design because I wanted to come down here with you. Please don't put the giant dragon on me, I don't even know if it's from something. I can't walk around with it for the rest of my life."

You're beyond shocked. Ani was almost your only recurring customer, a friend even. And now she was coming to you with this. Earlier, you thought she had gotten into the same hazy state as you did. Ovulation or something. But the fact that she planned this whole thing was pissing you off. Anora could've just asked you out on a date. She could've just said that she found you cute and initiated a kiss, a touch. But lying to you? You wondered why.

You should've just left. Gone upstairs and cooled down. Tried to reason. Talked to Anni and brainstormed a tattoo for her, maybe a freehand design or another flash? But your brain was furious. You wanted revenge. You wanted her to fall apart, to be begging for an orgasm, for you to give her more, for you to make her cum with your fingers. She wanted sex? She was gonna get just that. You were intent on giving you both an experience you wouldn't forget for a while.

"So what now, huh? You want me to touch you? Want me to make you feel good, then what? Just walk away? I'm not a toy you pull out when you wanna bust a nut. Beg me nicely and I might consider it." Anora looks at you and her eyes are enough to make you bend. Her words help, the please and need it, motivating you. She's asking you to use her. And you should say no. But you can't help it. So you slide your fingers up her bare things, grateful that she wore a skirt today. You move her panties to the side and swear. She's soaking wet, just for you. You get in your knees, supporting Ani so she slide down. Her legs are around your shoulders, her flexibility coming in handy. Your tongue is on her, pointed tip against her clit. Again and again, then flat against her core. You look up at her, and you wrap your hands against her hips, prompting her to move, to grind herself on your face. You're gripping her, until she comes. She's like jello on the chair, absolutely fucked out. You should let her catch her breath. But you're not finished with her. You need one more, at least. So you slot your hand between her thighs, thumb on her clit, two fingers rubbing at her entrance. You curl them inside of her, and she lets out a loud moan. You kiss her, half to shush her, half out of pure need. It's what undoes you, seeing how good she was with her tongue. Before you know it, you're rutting against her thigh, humping her leg like a desperate pet. She comes for you, and her face makes this whole mess worth it. It's angelic.

"Ani, Jesus fuck, what was this? What do we now?" You ask, when you stop yourself. Today was not the day for you to get proper work done, or an orgasm apparently.

"Well, I'll go to work and send as many girls I can your way as an apology. Then if you're willing to get past me, and my little crisis then, I'd wanna take you out sometimes." Anora replies.

"Wait, you were bisexual this whole time?" You ask, weirdly fixating on that part of everything.

"Baby, I'm a dancer. You think I didn't take the job because I also get to look at half-naked girls, please?"

[marveldcfandom]

Ani tells Y/N about her job.

Y/N: So you’re a stripper.

Ani: Yes. Are you going to break up with me?

Y/N: No. I love you Ani regardless if you’re a stripper.

Ani: The best boyfriend ever. I love you.

Y/N: I love you too, Anora.

[bumblesimagines]

Entwined

Request: Yes or No

Summary: (Y/N)'s always believed in the saying of not shitting where you eat, but life has an unexpected way of springing up on you.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Anora warnings, mentions of sex work and strip clubs, brief/short sexual content, miscommunication(?), the man Ani deserves

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His eyes traced the neon sign encircling the gas station across the street, the vibrant blue casting a glow over the pavement and cars coming and going. Ever since getting the apartment, he indulged in people-watching from his spot by the window to decompress after each tiring workday at Headquarters, a little habit to ease his sluggish mind out of work mode. 

There were regulars he started to recognize, some neighbors he scarcely saw in the halls and cars with license plates from other states that always left him wondering why they'd chosen to drive so far from home to visit Brighton Beach. He watched them stop for gas, watched when they rushed inside for the bathroom or staggered out of the store with beers in hand despite being a sip away from passing out on the sidewalk. 

He exhaled a cloud of smoke into the chilly night air and watched an older man check on all four tires with his foot to avoid taking his hands out of his pockets. The corner of his lip twitched into an amused half-grin when the man ducked his head into the car only to tug it back out and slap the top of the vehicle in frustration before doing another round of checking the tires. 

"What, are you a peepin' tom or somethin'?" 

Pressing the cigarette onto his windowsill, he added a new black ring to the countless others before flicking it into the darkness to be forgotten within the hour. He eyed the gas station one last time, giving a small huff of amusement when the man's angry words reached his ears, and then stood from the windowsill to properly shut the window and tug at the blinds.

Ani remained lazily sprawled on his bed, her messy hair scattered out across her bare back and the glittery tinsel strands she loved putting in her dark hair shimmering with the dim lamplight that lit the room in a soft orange glow. She swung her legs back and forth in the air and propped her chin onto her knuckles, the area around her mouth and eyes stained from her smeared makeup. She batted her lashes at him and gave one of her sparkling smiles, the one dancing the line being genuine and alluring. 

He shook his head at her and tossed the pack of Marlboro's aside onto his nightstand. "Peeping tom?" He repeated with a small laugh. "Do you even know what that means?" 

"'Course I do." Ani rolled her eyes and twisted around on the bed, the sheets and comforter dragging and crinkling with her movements until her back was against the headboard. "I'm not a fuckin' idiot." She scoffed, dragging her acrylics through her hair to comb back the wild and frizzy strands.

A hum vibrated in the back of his throat with feigned uncertainty and she let out a mixture between a gasp and a laugh, her hand reaching over to grab a pillow and throw it at him. He dodged it and it fell onto the floor with a soft thump, left to be picked up later when he'd crawl into bed for the night. Ani's shoulders shook with gentle snickers as her body slumped against the headboard, looking lighter than she had when she'd shown up on his doorstep with pouty lips. She hadn't given much details apart from mutters about one of the strippers at Headquarters.

Diamond always had a knack for getting on Ani's nerves. He gave it a week before one tore the other's hair straight from the scalp.

With an almost wistful sigh, Ani leaned forward, pressing her palms on the bed and slowly crawling across it toward him. She sat back on her knees and pressed a hard kiss against his stomach, looking satisfied when it left a lipstick mark, before she tilted her head up at him and batted her lashes once more.

"Maybe you could draw a bath for us?" she asked with an innocent tilt of her head, her fingertip rising to teasingly trace the waistband of his briefs

"Yeah," (Y/N) gave a soft snort and pushed his fingers through her hair, her eyes fluttering shut at the action and her head pushing into his palm like a cat receiving affection. "Give me a second."

(Y/N) had lost track of when Ani went from simply being a stripper at the club he worked at to a friend he occasionally slept with. He vaguely remembered when the friendship sparked during a night when they were both working, her entertaining the coming and going clients and him behind the bar feeding them drinks that'd have them pulling every bill out of their wallets by the end of the night.

He'd stepped outside to escape the stuffy air and music and stood by idly whilst Ani and Lulu shared a cigarette and exchanged gossip, his ears occasionally tuning in to hear what Diamond had said or the relationship drama between Crystal and her on-and-off girlfriend until Lulu shuffled inside to continue her shift. Ani remained outside, and by the third time they made brief eye contact, she struck up a conversation with one of her little smiles. 

The weeks after were casual, with some idle small talk when neither of them were busy, an occasional smoke break together where he'd silently nod along while she complained about one thing or another (most often about a snide remark Diamond made in passing or how the DJ never played good music) until she asked for a ride one day and they fell into new habits. He'd drop her off at the train station or sometimes drive to her place to drop her off, each ride ending with her leaving a lipstick mark on his cheek before hopping out.

And then things really shifted.

The sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon and he'd just clocked in, nodding passively while Dawn vented about girls calling in sick last minute and 'messing with her perfect schedule' as he wiped down the counter. Dawn gave a quiet huff, and her mouth parted as if to spew one last grievance before she noticed something in the distance and gave a low groan. He watched her with an amused grin as she stormed away, always acting more like the owner than Jimmy ever did. 

"Want a smoke?" Ani's voice rang out next to him, a coy smile toying on her lips as she approached the bar.

He gave the club one last scan to check for guests, but it was too early for many of the regulars to waltz in without a care. They always waited for the cover of night to properly time their excuses for their families at home, as if their skewed clothes and reeking breath would go unnoticed by their wives. He always failed to conjure up pity when one of them moaned about an ongoing divorce while having their arm wrapped around a girl half their age.

With the air outside too cold for either of their liking, they lingered in the VIP area and watched other employees ready the unoccupied rooms for private dances. Ani swayed on her crimson red pumps, her faux fur coat hugged tightly around her body, and a cigarette hanging loosely between her fingers. She turned her head to the side and blew the smoke out into the air, finishing their little pre-work smoke when she pressed the cigarette into the ashes in the ashtray and left it to be cleaned up later.

"You've ever gotten a lap dance before?" She asked with a grin and lifted her brows expectantly. He knew the girls well enough to know when they were planning something, when they were dangling bait and waiting for an eager fish to bite. 

Arching a brow, he asked, "Why?"

"I can give you one free of charge." A spark ignited in her pretty dark eyes. "You've been a real sweetheart to me these past weeks. Thought I could do somethin' nice for you."

There were a million different ways she could repay him: paying for food, offering him gas money each time he gave her a ride, convincing Jimmy to give him another vacation day. But girls like Ani mastered the art of trade, giving in exchange for something, most often money. It came like second nature to them to bat their eyes and coo velvety words, eyes always either wide and pleading or down-turned and seductive.

He wondered if Ani knew how to switch it off. If she knew how to leave Ani at the club and become Anora again. 

"Come, it'll be fun, I swear." She giggled and grabbed his hand to tug him into the nearest room, swiftly turning on her pumps to shut the door behind them before urging him toward the worn-out leather loveseat that'd definitely seen better days. 

The room was small, designed precisely for private entertainment away from prying eyes, and had a purple color theme. Plum-colored walls, lavender neon signs in the shapes of lips and curvy figures, an indigo side table beside the loveseat for drinks or powders, and a wall-length mirror for viewing pleasure.

He'd never taken the time to fully explore Headquarters, and he'd never found a reason to. His job was to provide drinks, keep an eye on said drinks, and cut off customers before they made the janitor's life harder and freaked the girls out.

Ani grinned at him and reached up to her shoulders, slowly dragging the coat down her arms until the sparkly navy blue dress that clung to her body peeked through. She stepped closer with a slow sway of her hips and raised her knee to sink into the loveseat, a giggle shaking her shoulders as she draped the coat over the backrest before she moved back to stand and ran her fingertips over the hem that barely reached to her thighs. 

Music began pouring into the room from the speakers and briefly put a scowl on her face when an early 2000s pop song filled their ears. "I swear, I don't know how that fucker got hired." She huffed and turned her head toward the speakers with an accusatory stare, as if the speakers had any fault in the person controlling them. He only snorted in response. "Fuckin' Jimmy and his stupid cousin."

Ani shook her head and pushed her long strands of hair past her shoulders, a small chuckle escaping her before she reached back to drag the zipper of her dress down until the top loosened and drooped. Her teeth caught her shimmery bottom lip and she tugged down the straps to reveal a skimpy, little black bikini top. She slowly shimmied out of the dress until it slipped down her thighs and pooled at her feet, her index fingers curling around the equally little bikini bottom. 

(Y/N) swallowed and rubbed the heel of his palm against his clothed thigh, eyes flickering away briefly and catching the identical bow tattoos on the back of both of her thighs in the mirror's reflection. He only ever saw glimpses of them, occasionally heard Lulu gushing over how cute they were, but he'd never seen the ink up close. He felt inclined to reach out and trace the lines but rules were rules. No touching on the dancers.

The corners of her eyes crinkled when she laughed lightly and she spun around, making a show of bending over as her hands grabbed his knees to push his legs apart. She settled over his groin and gave an experimental roll, another giggle escaping her when his body flinched in response. "You ready, sweetheart?" 

Since her first day at Headquarters, Ani had perfected the art of dance over time, and it was obvious in her fluid movements and keen eyes. She repeated movements that earned her more reactions and never faltered in her confidence, her hips moving and ass pressing against him with purpose from time to time. Eventually, she reached behind her and undid the laces of her top, letting the small fabric fall to the floor before she pressed herself to his chest and arched her back to shove off her perky breasts. 

He kept his hands to himself despite the warmth flowing through his body and the occasional hitching of his breath, until the weight of her body briefly left. She shifted around to face him and straddled his hips as best she could on the loveseat, her half-lidded eyes dark and hazy with desire he didn't see often. Ani pressed her palm over his cheek, her thumb stroking delicately over his cheekbone while her other hand traveled downward to mess with his belt. 

His eyes flickered to the camera in the corner of the room, the one meant to ensure customers were following the rules and the dancers were safe, but the little red light had yet to flicker on. It would any minute, though. The chances Jimmy would fire either of them were low, he liked them both too much, but it'd change the dynamic between them and their coworkers. Diamond would get insufferable. "Ani-"

"We've got time." She assured him as she popped the button on his pants and tugged them down to his thighs. "We'll be fine, baby."

Settling over him more comfortably, Ani grinded down over his bulge, and he allowed his hands to squeeze her thighs when he felt a wetness seep through the fabric. She smiled down at him and pressed harder, dragging herself back and forth over his bulge at a tantalizingly slow pace until the light gray fabric of his boxers turned dark. 

Her movements slowly picked up and she leaned in, coiling one arm around his neck as she mushed their lips together in a heated kiss. Her gloss smeared against his mouth and he tasted the strawberry flavor when his teeth caught her bottom lip. She released a muffled groan against him and dropped the hand on his cheek to tug blindly at his boxers until they slipped down far enough for her to wrap a hand around him. 

He cursed softly and she laughed, her cheeks and neck flushed pink when she leaned back to flick some of her hair back over her shoulder. She gave him a few pumps and tilted her head to the side, biting her lip again and pressing her thumb over the slit of his tip. His hips jerked in response and pre dribbled down his shaft. 

"You can touch, y'know." Ani cooed, her biceps pushing out her chest enticingly. 

Swallowing thickly, he ran his hand up to her hip and tentatively cupped the underside of her breast, his eyes darting back to her face as he lightly squeezed. Her lips stretched into a pleased smile before her brows furrowed and her head tilted back when he groped at her chest more firmly, a shaky gasp exhaling into the air when he pulled her closer and latched onto the hardened nub. He had half a mind to avoid leaving any noticeable marks while swirling his tongue and gently digging his teeth into her skin.

Soft, breathy mewls and curses fell from her lips, strands of hair beginning to cling to her skin as sweat formed. Her hand left him and she leaned back again, only to give her bikini bottom an impatient tug to the side and expose her glistening folds. She grabbed at his length again and dragged the tip along her wetness, their bodies simultaneously tensing at the feeling and foreheads pressing together. Their breaths fanned against each other's skin, hot and shallow, and hitching when it nudged inside.

Ani only spared him a breathy chuckle before sinking down as far as she could take him in the cramped loveseat, her hands immediately slapping over their mouths to muffle the long, guttural noises. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths and his brain grew hazy, fingers digging into her hips before sliding back toward her ass to squeeze.

He lifted her slowly and she lowered herself down again, his hips jerking upward to keep her halfway. Her hand flew down to grab onto the armrest and her eyes screwed shut. When he wrapped his arms around her and repeated the action, her body seized up and her legs quivered, a flow of curses and whines filling his ear. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her face buried in his chest, each swift snap of his hips sending ripples across her skin. 

His hazy mind pushed aside the worries of being caught and reprimanded. He'd deal with the consequences later.

Dipping his hand into the rippling soapy water, he gave a satisfied hum at the warmth and turned the water off right as Ani appeared in the doorway with wine glasses and a bottle in hand. She gave an eager and excited shimmy of her shoulders before gingerly setting the cups and bottle aside to take his offered hand and step into the water. 

Settling down in the tub, she gave a long sigh and lowered just enough for the water to lap at her shoulders, her knees tucking toward her chest to give him space. "Maybe I should move in." She murmured with a smile, voice playful yet he caught the underlying genuineness beneath it.

The place she called home wasn't much to look at with its age and walls that shook whenever the train passed with its squealing tires. It was old, rundown, and in a questionable area, but the rent was cheap and the bills were easily divided between her and Vera. He'd only gone inside once to get back a jacket Ani had 'borrowed' (truthfully, he was pretty certain she'd stolen it right under his nose and lied about him having given it to her), and while it was heavily cluttered, it felt homey and welcoming.

"And your sister?" (Y/N) carefully stepped into the tub and adjusted to avoid the cold spout pressing into his back, a sigh of relief unconsciously escaping him when the water dug into his skin and naturally worked on his tired muscles. 

"Her little boyfriend can help her. Vlad's over every other day. The least he can do is start payin' some bills instead of freeloadin' off us like some parasite." Ani lightly huffed, wringing her hands before collecting her hair and tying it into a messy bun on the top of her head. Her lips pursed and she gave a small sigh. "He's a good guy, though, I'll give him that. And it's not like I'll leave her like that."  

"You think they'll get married?"

Her nose scrunched up. "No."

His barked laugh bounced off the walls and he shook his head, sinking deeper into the water and resting his head back along the wall of the tub. Ani raised her leg and draped it over his knee, soapy water gliding along her exposed skin. His hand came to rest over her ankle, fingers running back and forth in thought. He'd been holding back the news for long enough. Better now than later.

"I'm taking time off, Ani. A whole week." Her eyes darted up to look at him, widening with surprise. "I got this, uh, family thing down in Florida. My cousin's getting married to his girl soon and I thought it'd be nice to accept the invite."

"You're leavin' me?" Ani immediately pouted and he smiled, lightly squeezing her ankle when her shoulders sagged dramatically. "What am I going to do without you?"

(Y/N) licked his lips and lifted his head off the tub wall, his throat clearing softly. "You can come if you want. I haven't booked the tickets yet and the hotel's going to be close to Disney."

Ani stared at him, her mouth pulling into a frown. "You're fucking with me. Don't do that, dude."

"I'm not, Ani. I know you've been dying to go." He grinned at her teasingly, a chuckle vibrating in the back of his throat. "You're a whole Disney adult, huh?"

"You're serious? You're seriously askin' me to go with you to Florida... and Disney?" Her softened with subtle emotion as she pushed herself to sit up straighter, her eyes flickering wildly between his.

When he nodded, she surged forward, the water swaying from side to side and threatening to splash onto the floor with her movements. She wrapped her arms around him and planted a kiss on his lips. "Oh, my god, we're going to Disney?!" She squealed and laughed, planting more messy kisses across his face. 

His features scrunched up and he chuckled, letting her kiss him until every inch of his face was smudged with her lipstick. Her body slumped against his and she released a dreamy sigh, her head resting over his shoulder as his hands rubbed up and down her back. "You don't have to go to the wedding. It'll probably be a shitshow, anyway."

"What kind of girlfriend would I be if I said no to being your plus one?"

His hands stilled and his chest stuttered with a choked breath. Girlfriend. Now that was a word he hadn't considered in years, much less thought of when he thought about Ani. Relationships always seemed like a chore, another weight added onto the pile of work and bills and life. Girlfriend... was that what she was? They ate out occasionally, but nothing fancy to warrant it being a date in his head, much less part of a whole relationship. 

"I..." Girlfriend. Somehow, he didn't mind it. He resumed caressing her back and she relaxed under his touch, the fleeting tension leaving her body. "I don't know. You'd be a smart girlfriend to avoid that mess." 

Ani curled up against him with a soft chuckle, practically nuzzling into his neck when his arms wrapped around her securely. The tip of her acrylics dragged along his arm and her eyes fluttered shut. "You can meet my mom and her man. They're over in Miami. She's a little crazy but I think she'd love you."

"Sounds like this is going to be an interesting trip." His head moved to prop on the top of her head, her black strands tickling his chin. "Better than I was expecting, at least."

[jinx-s-things]

Hey! 😘

This is my first ever request so sorry if it sounds weird. So I seen your post about starting Anora fics and I totally think you should

Ani x musician reader!!!

Like the reader is performing with their band or something like that then Ani notices the drummer and is instantly attracted.

That’s just an idea though you don’t have to write that if you don’t want to

Crazy little thing called love

Anora x musician fem!reader

Warnings: slight mentions of sex other than that I think it’s alright

Notes: I did change the reader to a guitarist instead of a drummer also thanks for the request.

The colourful lights were pulsing throughout the whole club as the loud music was thumping. Over in the corner in the dim light was Anora giving a lap dance to one of the men on the black leather couch’s. To some people It was a shitty job but it’ll do if she can pay the rent.

The tinsel in her hair fell across her face while her dark black hair was all over the place. Most of her makeup was sparkling and matched with her acrylic nails.

-

You stood outside of the club, the neon sign flashed in your eyes, cars drove swiftly past. You and your band walked in the door getting ready to set up. You were glad to get in from the chilly weather as it was freezing this time of night.

Once everything was set up the lights slowly flashed a nice shade of pink and purple as music started to play. You couldn’t help but notice a lady in the background talking to a man. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke.

She suddenly turned around and looked directly at you and a slight smirk appeared on her face along with a wink. ‘Had you imagined that’ you think to yourself, but you must have been so lost in thought that you didn’t even realise your band mate was now aggressively taping you. “Get it together Y/N, we might actually get payed this time” they whisper to you.

For several months you and your band have been playing at college gigs and not one single penny. You had lost hope this was gonna be the last time you ever play with your band at all before you leave. No money, no job barely any food it was awful.

It was a shame you did really enjoy being up on stage but there was no way you would manage to pay bills. Your apartment was atrocious anyway.

The whole thing went surprisingly well although the whole time you couldn’t take your eyes off of the dark haired lady that was now dancing on the pole.

Once the gig was over and everything was packed up some of your band members started to head out. You were just about to go when all of a sudden a hand lightly grabbed your shoulder. “So you must be the guitarist” they said, noticing the guitar hanging around your shoulder. You turned around and realised it was her. “Yeah I am” you answered not really knowing what to say. “You got a real smooth melody going on” the dancer spoke in a quiet tone, seductive even. “Thanks really appreciate it” Now you were face to face with her you could see how stunning she was.

She then spoke “I’m Ani, you?” Her smile widened as you blushed suddenly becoming shy. “Y/N”, you muttered. “Nice name, why don’t we get a private room to ourselves” Ani says, you nod and let her take your hand.

“First time here I guess?” She asks seductively while caressing her hands all over your breasts. “You guessed right” but before you could say anything else Ani pushed you onto a couch.

“Just lay back and enjoy baby”

-

It had been a couple of weeks but you hadn’t heard from Ani at all it was clearly just a spur of the moment, but what did you expect however she done it for free?.

You quickly pushed that thought away for now and got ready to go on stage. Things were going well enough and finally our band started getting recognition.

More crowds started arriving making their way to the little venue. We still were performing at small gigs in bars or usually clubs but it yet you grow nervous. “What are you going to do if you get famous one day?” You thought now getting angry “Yeah right”, sighing you slowly walk onstage.

The stage was very little since it was only a jazz club however it still managed to look spacious . Lights were a mixture of red and orange making it seem warm, Hushed chattering filled most of the room. On stage it was dim but you could just make out people in the audience.

While playing all you could think of was Ani, Ani, Ani! She drove you crazy. From one of the nearby tables you could see a lady by herself though that wasn’t uncommon but for some odd reason this intrigued you.

Ani could only focus on you the whole time, she didn’t mean to disappear from you but she got nervous . She sighed hoping that you would notice her. It had been a bad couple of days or even weeks she couldn’t tell anymore. Imaging a more better life preferably with you kept Ani positive.

She moved closer so she was more in the light cause she seen you looking in that direction. You closely look once more and immediately your eyes lit up.

After the performance was over you scurried down the stage, heart racing like never before running towards Ani. You paused when you got to the table, a small smile appeared on your face however still quite confused also maybe annoyed. “What are you doing here?” Ani stood up, “I came here to see you” she answered “look I’m sorry for disappearing like that from you, I knew from the first time that I seen you I had to get to know you . You don’t need to accept my apology but I just wanted you to know that I love you even though it has been a short time. Thinking of you kept me happy and I hope you feel the same.”

She took a deep breath out clearly feeling better after getting that off her chest . You blink not knowing what to think, the apology made your heart flutter . She looked up at you with a shy look on her face, nervously waiting for you to speak. You sigh and place an arm on her shoulder, “I forgive you” you say.

There was a feeling between the both of you. In that moment you knew you had to go for it. Slowly you leaned closer and gently grabbed her waist while lips touched. Ani’s lips felt soft as silk you never wanted to part from it and her scent was intoxicating.

Finally parting lips, warmth blossomed in Ani’s chest as did yours. They both smiled at each other feeling calmer than ever.

[comet-forgot-you]

Can i please request a anora x fem reader where she is a photographer and goes to the club and requests for anora to go to her house?

She goes there expecting a man but then she sees reader who then asks her if she could take some photos with her consent while having sex

Idk dude i think its cute 😭💕

this is from december I AM SO SORRY. this is also pretty short, sorry again for that :(

anora mikheeva x reader

warnings: smut. 18+ pls. r takes pics fucking ani, sex work, fingering, strap use, lmk if theres more!!

requests to go to someone’s home were very rare, and ani hated them. she hated being in the privacy of someone else’s home, she hated walking through the halls and seeing pictures of the men she’s meeting with posed with their families. she absolutely hated it.

she knocked at your door, expecting her usual customer, an old, rich man, to be on the other side. her mimd went blank the second it opened and you were on the other side. you were nothing like the people that normally requested her, not in the slightest.

“im sorry, i dont think i have the right house,” she’s quick with her words, double checking the address typed into her phone.

“you’re anora, right?”

“yeah, just ani, though,” she quickly corrects you.

“ani, sorry. i requested you, come in, come in.” you step to the side, opening the door wide enough for her to pass by you. she walks past you, looking around, your walls lined with pictures, but not ones of a family. they’re erotic polaroids, nude women in uncomfortable poses, she was not expecting this.

“do you like them?” your sudden voice right behind her nearly makes her jump. she turns her head to face you.

“yeah, they’re nice,” you furrow your brows.

“i want to take pictures of you,” you pause for a moment. “i’m sorry, that sounds really creepy,” you take a step back from her. “i’m a photographer, mainly erotic photos, if you couldn’t tell,” you motion to the pictures in front of you, “but i wanted to try experimenting with something new, if you don’t mind.”

“and what might that be?” you let the question linger for a moment, trying to find the courage to speak your request out loud.

“i want to take pictures of you while i fuck you.”

10 minutes later, she completely nude on your silk sheet covered bed, hair sprawled over your pillows. youre kneeling between her spread legs with a camera in your hands. you take a picture of her before, cheeks slightly flushed, nipples pebbled from the cold air of your room.

you set the camera down beside her, your hand cupping her cunt, wetness coating your fingers. “so good,” you mumble, fingers swiping through her folds. ani whines when the pads of your fingers rub against her clit. you pick the camera up with your free hand, taking a picture of the way her face contorts in pleasure. “so pretty.”

you sink a finger into her cunt, slowly working her up to take more of you. your fingers curl just right, eliciting a moan from the girl. “yeah, just like that,” you push another finger in, picking up your camera, and snapping a picture of the girl.

you’re quick to pick up your pace, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around you more than you thought you would. you bring your camera up to your eye, positioning it just right, before burning your fingers inside of her, another moan falls from her lips and you’re quick to capture it.

“so fucking beautiful,” you mumble, not spring down your pace as you look at the picture you’d just taken.

“fuck, please,” ani whines, her walls squeezing your fingers. you return your attention to the girl, curling your fingers once again. whines and moans fall from her lips as you work her up. you scissor your fingers inside of her, experimenting with her body, trying to figure out what brings the best reactions out of her, and when you find it, your finger holds the shutter button down as you exploit your discoveries to your advantage.

you take pictures of her every single time she cums, smiling to yourself while tears roll down her cheeks. this is exactly what you were looking for, and ani, she never expected to be this into.. whatever it was. she had cum more times than she could count, her body tired, yet her cunt ached for more. and more you gave her, until finally, her poor cunt was far too overstimulated to take anymore. her fingers gripped your wrist, trying to slow you down. and of course you got a picture of her pretty nails digging into your skin. a picture of the mess you helped make between her thighs, her runny mascara, the red marks and hickies littered across her body. and of course, the gentle aftercare. photos of her in the bath, bubbles covering her nude body.

this is exactly what you needed. youre positive you’ll call ani back for future projects.

[gorgeys]

teach me ★ ani x fem!reader

ofc this was supposed to be a drabble but i couldn't stop myself

Warnings: SMUT - thigh riding

Word Count: 1300

pls one chance mikey

she instantly took a liking to you the second you walked through the swinging double doors to the backroom and jimmy introduced you as the club's newest girl.  it was the sight of your initial sweet smile that drew her in. it was untainted and hopeful and bright. it was clear to her that you were new to this industry.

so, ani kindly offered to help you out.

it started with you and her arriving early so she could teach you some moves, some of which she demonstrated on you.  she could tell you were flustered when she grinded on your lap, her arms slung lazily around your neck and her breath hot against it as she explained each move.

eventually, she found herself waiting all day for your little one-on-one sessions.  she was obsessed with toying with you.

she dragged her nails agonizingly slow against your thigh or allowed her knee to brush in between your legs just to watch your pretty doe eyes widen even more.  and the way you kept your hands glued to your sides, afraid to move, made her laugh.  she grabbed your hands and placed them on her body wherever she desired your touch.

your reactions were so different from every man who paid for her services.  maybe she was just obsessed with you.

"aren't you just the cutest little thing?" she whispered in your ear once as she danced atop you, her lips ghosting over your earlobe in a smile.

then it progressed to you applying your teachings.

she's sitting in one of the stalls now as you climb onto her, straddling her thighs.

"c'mon, baby, show me what i taught ya," she says with a satisfied smile, leaning back in the chair.

you give her a nervous smile before you begin to roll your hips in time with the sultry music.  her smile falters.

it's as if all the stiffness left your body and now you're as fluid as water as your back arches and your hands creep up her shoulders.  you pull her chest into yours and dig your teeth into your bottom lip like you've been doing this for years.  you're almost too good.

you look up into her eyes with a newfound confidence.  suddenly she understands how you felt all those times when she was on top of you.

"'m i doin' okay?" you mumble, breath fanning across the tip of her nose.  you must have already known the answer from the dumbfounded look on her face.

she's about to respond before you grab her wrists and guide her palms to your near bare ass.  you hold her hands there for a moment before letting go. her hands stay glued to your skin.

"fuck," she sighs, the word escaping her uncontrollably.  she has a better understanding of why men pay so much money for this. "you're doing so good," she practically groans, her eyes intently following each roll of your body.  her acrylics dig into the skin of your ass before her hands roam comfortably along your thighs, exploring new territory.

you smile proudly, looking up toward the ceiling and exposing the expanse of your neck.  you can tell she's enjoying this and she knows that you know she's enjoying this.  she feels so helpless and out of control, like you're suffocating her in the best way possible.  she never knew she could feel this way about a woman.

as much as she enjoys watching you bloom, she wants you under her thumb.  she craves that control and seniority over you.  she takes it back by grabbing your hips and pulling you against her thigh just as you roll your hips forward.

the strangled noise you release as your near bare pussy drags against her skin is enough to leave her smiling.  it's noise of surprise mixed with unfettered pleasure.  your head snaps back down to meet her eyes.  she loves those adorable wide eyes of yours.

"you like how that feels?" she asks, hands holding you firmly in place. 

"like" was an understatement.  you felt like you were on cloud fucking nine, but you couldn't articulate that in the moment.

"mmph, fuck," is all you can say.  your face is so close to hers you can practically taste her lip gloss.  her lips part like she's already imagining kissing you.

you suddenly feel your core start to throb and leak.  something that she feels too.

"i'll take that as a yes," she laughs, squeezing your sides.

your shame melts into desire as she guides your hips against her bare thigh again, making a habit out of it.  your eyebrows knit in pleasure as you release a whine. 

"fuck," she says as if she's the one getting off. "you're so pretty, baby," she says, forcing you down a little harder.

she brushes your hair back so she can whisper in your ear.

"y'know, i can feel your pussy soakin' through your panties and makin' a mess all over me," she whispers.

"ani," you moan at her words, which happens to coincide with your clit dragging nicely against her skin.  you wrap your arms around her neck to stabilize yourself as you work with her hands and rock your hips back and forth.

"i turned you into a real fuckin' slut, didn't i?" she laughs, enjoying the contortions of your once innocent face.  her brooklyn accent is intoxicating.

only thinking of your own pleasure, your hand creeps down to push your wet underwear to the side, allowing you to feel ani's bare skin on yours.  she moans when she finally feels you.

"god, y'gonna do this for all your customers now?  gonna ride 'em all like this?"  she grins as you shake your head no.

she slows down her hands, ensuring that each drag of your clit is slow and hard, leaving you moaning like a bitch in heat.

"jesus," she says to herself as she holds eye contact with you.  you look more beautiful than ever.  she wants to kiss you so badly and the feeling is mutual.

"ani!" a voice suddenly shouts over the music.  you instinctively jump and raise yourself onto your knees, one planted on each side of her thighs.  she giggles at how quickly your raw pleasure turns into fright, like she's not at all scared of being caught like this. "get in here!  customers are here!" jimmy yells, his voice growing closer.

she rolls her eyes and falls back in the chair, dejected.  she looks back up into your still frightened eyes, her fingers lingering on your thighs. the last thing she wants is to leave you.

"we'll finish this later, princess, yeah?" she says, tapping your thighs, signaling for you to get up.

once you do, she notices the wet spot on her legs and the hem of her dress.  she smiles to herself, knowing the smell of you will be stuck to her for the rest of the night.

"hey," she says, leaning forward and grabbing you by the thigh before you can scurry back to the dressing room.  you turn and look at her, still startled by the interruption and a little agitated that you didn't get your release.

she likes this messier version of you.  your hair's a little disheveled and the sweat on your forehead glistens in the club light.  not to mention your now ruined thong.  she hopes you have another one so your customers don't get the privilege of seeing you like this.

"you meet me right here after your shift, okay?"

she catches the little smile that creeps onto your face.  she finds herself smiling too.

"i promise i'll give you everything that you need, baby.  i'll be waitin' right here for ya," she says, patting your ass.  "now, go make mama proud."

[femmeanora]

ani x tattoo artist reader... lots of thoughts

[ashen-char]

special to me 🔞

my masterlist, to check out my other works, is here

ship: anora x reader (gender neutral in terms, reader has a penis so g!p)

content: smut (but not PIV), sex work bc of ani's job

summary: a regular client of ani's, you strive to be special to her. the way she calls you puppy makes you think you might be.

word count: 1100+

Ani moans into the kiss, her body arching down into your touch. She can feel the hardening evidence of your arousal pressing against her thigh, hard and insistent. So greedy. She fucking loves it. It makes her own core throb with need, her panties dampening. Because of you. For you.

This knowledge is why you come back every time. You delude yourself that she's only this wet for you, that she hates everyone else she talks to. They're just wallets. You're special. Maybe it's true. Maybe this is her shtick with every client that walks through those doors. You can't bring yourself to care. Not when she smells of cherry blossoms and cheap tequila, not when you can taste her sweet on your tongue and feel her heat on your lap.

"Mmm, my naughty darling," Ani purrs, her hands sliding under your shirt to explore the planes of your back. "Touching yourself without permission, wasting your fuckin' cum. Such a bad puppy." She rocks her hips down against your lap, grinding her clothed pussy against your cock. You can feel it straining in your boxers, begging, pleading for more. More friction, more attention, fucking anything. "Don't you know it's all mine?"

"I'm not bad," you protest weakly. "Just missed you. P-please." You don't think you get the last word out, interrupted by Ani's manicured fingers slipping into your waistband. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, nails digging into the leather seats.

Headquarters' VIP room is a familiar sight to you now. You went for the first time a couple months ago for your best friend's bachelor party. That's when you saw her.

Ani's words bring you out of that reverie. "You're lucky I'm in the mood to forgive you. The thought of you needing me so bad you stroked that pretty cock 'til you popped? Well, it makes a girl feel special." She flashes you a smile and you think it's genuine. You feel it.

That makes you perk up. You're her puppy, her baby, she wouldn't forgive anyone else. She wouldn't care.

Ani's hands slide down to your ass, squeezing the firm muscle there. She hooks her legs around your hips, using the leverage to pull you closer. Dancing has given her a lot of strength that might be surprising considering her slight frame, her core and legs in particular. You watch in awe every time she's on the pole. Or on your lap.

"I think you owe me an apology, don't you?" she breathes, her lips brushing against your ear. Her whisper is hot, makes your dick twitch. "You should've fucking visited earlier if you missed me. I think you need to make it up to me with that fat dick of yours."

She reaches between your bodies, fumbling with your zipper. Ani's fingers brush against your clothed cock, making her gasp at the size of you. "Fuck, puppy. Already?" the dancer teases.

"You know you make me hard," you answer sheepishly. "Don't be mean."

She finally gets your jeans undone, shoving them down your hips along with your boxers. "Fine. I'll play nice." Your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach with a resounding thwack. Ani's eyes widen at the sight, her mouth watering, mouth curving into a smile. "God, look at you. So big and hard, all for me."

She wraps her hand around your shaft, stroking you slowly. Ani's thumb swipes over the tip, smearing the bead of precum that's already leaking from your slit. "Tell me my body drives you insane," she says. "That you don't even look at any girl here."

"Your body is perfect." A breathless grasp. Ani pumps you a little harder, retaining that snail's pace but rewarding your words with a squeeze. "You're fucking breathtaking. No one dances better than you. I-I don't even watch anyone else, even if you're doing a group number. The other girls don't exist, not to me."

"Good puppy." She jerks you off with a smirk on that pretty face. You try not to close your eyes, to keep your gaze on how the glitter sparkles just above her cheeks, or the tinsel in her hair. Since she's got those long nails, her hand doesn't even completely wrap around you, mostly stroking the underside. But fuck that's good too. So good.

"Your good puppy," you whine. You can't take it. Your eyes close, you bite your lip, you scratch the seats up.

"I want your cum inside me, puppy. I want you to fill me up until I'm dripping with it." Her voice is low and breathy, filled with lust. "But first, I want that tongue. I want you to eat my pussy until I'm screaming your name."

Ani releases your cock, an action that makes you whimper pathetically, sitting up and quickly stripping off what's left of her clothes. She tosses her bra aside, her pert breasts bouncing free. Ani lies back on the couch, spreading her legs wide in invitation. Her pussy is glistening, swollen with arousal. "Come and get it, puppy," she purrs, her fingers sliding through her slick folds. "Show me how sorry you are."

With a harsh gulp, you kneel down in front of her. A wary glance to the door. "You sure no one will barge in?" you ask. Not that your worry lasts long. She looks too good, glistening like that. Dripping, inviting you to taste. So you throw caution to the wind and you do.

Her legs wrap around your neck and pull you in until your cheeks are pressed against her inner thighs. With a roll of her hips, her wetness smears against your face. The sweetest nectar. There's no more room for hesitation. You bury your face between your legs and eat her out like you're fucking starving.

Your erection is still raging, jutting out from between your legs, but you don't call attention to it. Ani's teased you about it a bunch, calling it your red rocket, your stiffie, laughing as she jacks you off and says it's cute. You lap at her cunt, little licks on her clit since you know she likes the build up. She always tells you to be gentle at first and you're her good puppy so you do.

Her hand strokes through your messy hair, nails scratching your scalp. "That's it, puppy. Just like that." She sighs, and you can feel her body relaxing, muscles untensing. "Maybe I missed you too. Just maybe."

You realise it then, as your tongue curls around her engorged clit and she twists so pretty for you. You were so worried about being special to her that you never thought that she wanted that too. "You're perfect," you repeat, "you're talented, and fierce and I-"

Her grip on your hair tightens and her hips rise from the leather seat, bucking against your mouth as she cums, beautiful and breaking just for you.

[spaghettiisgross]

another edit tiktok flopped 💔 (it’s js buns) TT: mariluvr21

[bumblesimagines]

i missed you. more than you know.

things didn't work out with them.

Anora

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

It was November and (Y/N) lingered by the vent blasting hot air while wrapped in a thick blanket silently wishing climate change turned New York into Florida. He hated it. He hated everything about winter and New York and winter in New York.

He hated the cold air that made his nose runny and his eyes sting; he hated when the snow melted outside and made simply walking out onto his small porch a hazard when it froze again; he hated having to bundle up in three to four layers of clothes just to walk down the street to the nearest bodega for a gallon of milk or a sandwich; most of all, he hated how winter made him reflect on everything wrong in his life and how miserably lonely he was.

While he brooded around his annoyingly small apartment and complained to no one about his woes, his work friends posted about the cutest little decorations they set up with their families or announced a new engagement or revealed a blissful little pregnancy.

Half the people he went to high school with posted about how great their lives were going, about how happy and grateful they were. It only made him wallow in his misery even more.

"City of dreams my ass." He huffed, shuffling through his kitchen toward the coffee maker and peering into the pot as he tugged the blanket further over his shoulders. Not enough for even half a cup of coffee. His lungs released a heavy exhale of air and his forehead dropped onto the cold countertop. 

He just needed one good thing to happen. Just one, little, happy thing that would help him leave the year off with a-

Another sigh left him when there were two knocks at his door and he straightened up, contemplating leaving whoever it was on his porch freezing their ass off until they got the memo. The second pair of knocks, this time a little harder, made his head loll back with a low groan. He reluctantly tugged the blanket off himself and draped it over the back of the couch when he stepped out of the kitchen on his way to the front door. 

He cracked the door open and shivered at the cold air that poured in, nearly shutting the door on instinct but leaving it open enough to catch sight of his ex-girlfriend standing on his porch with luggage.

To say Anora looked exhausted was an understatement. Her cheeks and nose were flushed red from the cold, her eyes were red as if she'd been crying for an hour, and her hair was a mess and lacked the vibrant tinsels she loved decorating it with. 

This was not what he meant.

"Ani," He blinked at her wildly. Vera couldn't have possibly kicked out her sister, but the luggage made him nervous regardless. "What- What are you doing here?"

"I've had-" Her voice was hoarse and low, laced with exhaustion. "-the worst day of my life, (Y/N). Can I please come inside?"

He swallowed and nodded weakly, cracking the door open enough for her and her luggage to slip inside before he shut the door behind her and sighed in relief as the warm air began circulating again.

Anora pushed the handle of her luggage, her movements slow and almost sluggish. She shrugged her jacket off her shoulders and tossed it over the couch's armrest before simply.. standing still. He watched her, lips drawn into a line. The silence was deafening.

"Do.." He motioned toward the kitchen. "Do you want coffee?"

Anora took a step toward him and silently wrapped her arms around his waist, her cold face pressing into his shoulder and body deflating with a long sigh. (Y/N) stiffened in her embrace and stared at the wall across the room until he realized she wasn't letting go of him.

It was one thing for his ex to show up out of the blue, it was another to be tightly embraced by her. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and felt her nuzzle her cheek against him. 

"I got married." God, when was it going to be his turn? "Things didn't work out with him. His parents made us get a divorce."

"Oh." He winced and rubbed his palm into her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ani. I'm sure-"

"He didn't care."

Jesus. Maybe his life wasn't so bad after all.

Anora's shoulders rose with an inhale and she tilted her head back to look at him, semi-lidded eyes gazing intently at his face. "I missed you. More than you know. I know it sounds bad 'cause I just got dumped or whatever but.. the entire time I was dealin' with all that crap I was just wishin' you were there to tell me everythin' was going to be okay. I don't want to go through somethin' again and not have you there, (Y/N). I want you in my life."

[jinx-s-things]

This and that

Anora Mikheeva x GN!Reader

Summary: some days are hard. Some gifts say more than they should. Ani’s not used to either.

Notes: this took a while even though it’s short because I felt burnt out and also I wanted to get Anora’s character right, I hope I did. (I think Anora would like pistachio)

Warnings: none

Ani slid into the booth like gravity was trying to kill her. Her bag hit the seat with a thud, her hoodie hung halfway off one shoulder, and without asking, she immediately stole a sip of your coffee.

On days off, this was the routine. No plans, no pressure. Just a quiet café or a diner that didn’t mind if you stayed too long, sharing space and wasting time together.

“Work was hell,” Ani muttered, snatching a napkin. “Some guy tried to pay me in crypto, and I had to fake-laugh through two hours of the worst dirty talk I’ve ever heard. I swear the air conditioning’s busted again.” She flopped back against the seat with a sigh. “I should start charging extra for emotional damage.”

“Well, you always keep things interesting,” you said.

She shot you a tired side-eye. “Flattery doesn’t work when I’m this exhausted. You gotta bribe me.”

“I thought you’d say that.”

You reached under the table and pulled out a little paper bag from the bakery she always stared at through the window but never went into. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she peeked inside.

“Shut up. Is this the pistachio one?” She pulled it out like it was a Cartier necklace.

“They only had two left.”

Ani squinted at you. “You fought someone’s grandma for this, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

She took a bite, slow, deliberate and her whole face softened. The tension in her shoulders melted with every chew.

“You remembered I like pistachio,” she said quietly, almost surprised. “Everyone always thinks it’s weird.”

“Not weird. Just underrated.”

A small smile tugged at her lips. “Okay. I’m listening.”

“I also got you something else.”

You slid the small black box across the table. She blinked at it like it might explode.

“You didn’t propose, did you? Because if there’s a ring in there, I will launch myself out that window.”

“Just open it.”

She flipped the lid.

Inside sat a thin silver bracelet, nothing flashy, nothing loud. Just sleek, understated, with a single small pearl set into the clasp.

Her fingers stilled.

For once, Ani went quiet.

Her expression flickered, confused at first, then skeptical, then something softer. Like the sight of it knocked the wind out of her a little.

“Oh my God,” she said finally, laughing under her breath, almost embarrassed. “You seriously didn’t need to do this.”

“I wanted to.”

She looked up at you, and this time there was no smirk, no teasing comeback. Just something real.

“Thank you,” she said. Honest, low. Like it slipped out before she could stop it. “Like… seriously. No one’s ever gotten me something that wasn’t, like, lingerie or… bad decisions.”

“It reminded me of you,” you said. “Lowkey beautiful. Kinda rare. Impossible not to notice.”

She huffed out a breath, but her smile grew wider, warmer. “Okay, now you’re pushing it.”

Still, she took off her rings one by one, slid the bracelet over her wrist, and clicked it into place like it belonged there. Holding her hand up in the soft diner light, she turned it slowly, admiring it with a look she tried to shrug away.

“You realize I’m never taking this off, right?” she said. “It’s mine now. Permanently. Hope you’re cool with that.”

“I’ll allow it.”

“You’ll get a thank you in my Noble Peace Prize” she said sarcastically

She nudged your foot under the table and took another bite of the pastry. You were watching her, and she knew it and for once, she didn’t deflect. She let it land.

“All right,” she said, licking sugar off her thumb. “What else you got?”

You grinned. “Whatever you want.”

She leaned back in the booth like royalty.

“In that case,” she said, pointing at the menu, “I want pancakes. And bacon. And maybe a milkshake. You started this, now keep up.”

[6rookie-writer0110]

I’m falling

Anora Ani Mikheeva x Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Summary - y/n finds out Ani is a stripper while dating.

Ani’s roommate isn't home, she is happy about that. You are lying next to you and girlfriend and she grabbed her phone.

“Do you want to go out tonight? Maybe a movie or something?” You asked

“I have to work the night shift again,” Ani said

She hasn't told you that she is a stripper. Her past relationships always eneded bad, because they couldn't accept that she was a stripper. Ani doesn't want to ruin the relationship because its different from the others.

“Again, ugh. I just wanted you to be at my place” You said

You are lying on your side then she gets on top of you. Automatically, you wrap your arms around her body and she starts to kiss you.

“Next time, okay. I made you a playlist” Ani said

“Oh? Show me” You smiled

“I never made a playlist for anyone,” Ani said

“I really like that you did that” You smiled

You kissed her then she gets off you. She grabbed her phone and she goes to the playlist. Some artists you didn't know and you asked questions and she starts to tell you about the song. She pressed play and you started to listen to songs. You start to tell that you are liking each song that she picked, she is happy about it because some songs are in Russian. She thought you wouldn't like it.

After spending time with her, you leave her house. She starts to wonder how she should tell you about her job. While getting her roommate walks into Ani’s room.

“Do you ever fucking knock?” Ani said

“I told you not to let Y/N come over. My snacks are gone because of Y/N” Vera said

“Y/N didn't eat your fucking snacks. I can bring Y/N anytime I want, it's my fucking house” Ani said

Ani and her roommate Vera have been arguing a lot lately. Vera doesn't like it when you come over to stay the night but Ani doesn't care.

“Just stop eating my snacks,” Vera said angrily

Vera walks away and Ani countied to get ready for work. Ani leaves the house and heads for the train station. Ani starts to read her texts then she sends a text to you.

She arrives at the club and heads to the locker room. She starts to get ready and outs on glitter on her body then puts on lipstick. She leaves the locker room and she starts to walk around the club.

•——-•

Ani wanted to watch a movie at her place. But she started to talk about her roommate, you don't get why Vera doesn't like you. You barely talk to her when you visit Ani.

“I didn't eat her snacks” You said

“I know you didn't, baby. She has been a bitch lately. I'm always paying half of her rent” Ani said and rolled her eyes

You put your arms around her body, and you put her hair behind her ear.

“Dont stress about her. Let's relax and you pick the movie” You said

You give her a peck on the lips. You were supposed to take her out it started to rain with thrunder.

You and cuddle with Ani on the couch. Ten minutes into the movie, Ani falls asleep on your shoulder. She has been working late hours and doesn't have enough time to sleep.

“Babe?” You asked

You wait for her to answer but she doesn't. You look and she is still sleeping on your arm, you didn't want to wake her up. You slowly stand up then you pick her up in bridal style and walk to her room. You gently lay your girlfriend in her bed. You leave the room for a moment, then Vera sees you.

“What are you are doing here?” Vera asked

“Just spending time with my girlfriend,” You said

“I told her i don't like you spending the night here,” Vera said

“I didn't do anything to you. What is your problem?” You said

“You are my problem. You should ask her again why she works late hours” Vera said

She walks away and you are confused about what she said. You went to grab your phone in the living room, then you go back to Ani’s bedroom. You closed the door and keep thinking about what Vera said to you. You were about to leave but Ani grabs onto you

“Stay” Ani said in a low voice.

“Your roommate doesn't like it when i stay the night,” You said

“Fuck her,” Ani said

She pulled you towards her. You kicked off your sneakers then you lie next to her, then she moved much closer to you. You just hold her while she goes back to sleep

✬ ✫ ✬ ✯ ✫

You haven't spend time Ani, because you two have been very busy. You sent her a text late at night but hasn't replied back, you figured she was busy. But the next day it got worse, Ani went to your apartment and she started to yell at you. You were about to go out with your friends but they are watching you argue with Ani.

“You are not going to fucking strip club so you can fuck some bitch” Ani yelled

“It’s his bachelor party, he invited me. I'm not going to fuck some dirty stripper! I never cheated on you and you think I will do that, what the fuck is wrong with you” You yelled

“Y/N is not going to cheat on you” Igor said

“You shut the fuck up! This is between me and Y/N” Ani yelled

“You are the one acting like a crazy bitch. You are here yelling for no reason” Your other friend said

“Don’t call her that. Ani, I don't need your permission. I was just letting you know. I don't see Igor everyday so I’m going to hang out with him” You said

She pressed her two fingers on your forehead and she slightly pushed you.

“You are not going, Y/N! I’m not going to let you fuck some bitch then you come to me!” Ani yelled

She starts to curse you out in Russian. Igor had to separate you and Ani apart. She continued to yell at you but it's in English, then you started to yell. They pulled you into your room and they tried to calm you down. Igor is trying to make her calm down but it's not working. You are talking about how she is wrong about you. She knows what happens in the strip club and she doesn't want temptation to break you, but she won't tell you that she is a stripper.

Ani leaves your apartment angry. Then your friends told you that she left but you didn't go after her. Hours later, she sent you texts and you don't reply because you know she hates it when you leave her on read.

•———•

Ani hasn't spoken to you for two days. But she has been arguing with her roommate a lot. Ani starts to get ready for work and she checks her phone.

Ani- I know you see my texts. Are you going to be a bitch and don't text me back?

She sees that you read it but you don't reply. She is frustrated and she puts her phone in her bag and she leaves the house. She puts on her headphones and she starts to listen to music so clam down before heading to work.

You head to Ani’s house. Thinking you will speak to her before she heads to work. You knocked on the door and Vera opened the door.

“What do you want?” Vera asked

“Is Ani home?” You asked

“Oh, you still don't know why she leaves to work at ten. How stupid can you be, Y/N” Vera laughed

“Fuck you, bitch” You said angrily

“Fuck you. She is a fucking stripper! You are so stupid that you didn't know! That's she walkways leaves for work late. Fucking idiot” Vera yelled

You and Vera started to argue then she told you the club Ani is working. She slammed the door on you before you can curse her out again. You leave but you are starting to believe her. You start to think about what to do for a few seconds then you head to the club. You are thinking why Vera would say that Ani is a stripper, but Ani lied telling you she works at a gas station as a cashier. You didn't question her in the beginning when you first met her.

You go inside the club and you just stand and look around. A stripper offered you a lap dance but you said no. The lights are dimmed and the music is loud, you see strippers dancing and flirting with men. But you see Ani and you can't believe that Vera was right. You walked toward your girlfriend, she is topless and she is shaking her ass on the man’s crotch. She is smiling and he puts a bill in her thong, then she looks and noticted you. You walked away and she started to go after you, then she grabbed your hand

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Ani asked

“Wow. Vera told me to come see where you work since you've been lying to me” You said

“I can explain let me talk to you,” Ani said

You don't let her hold your hand. You follow her into the locker room and it's just you two alone.

“Why you didn't tell me that you worked as a stripper?” You asked

She noticted that you are angry, she tries to hold your hand but you don't let her.

“You are different, Y/N. In the past, i told them I was a stripper and the relationships ended fucking bad. I wanted you to know me as me. You care about me and I didn't want to ruin that. I can't believe Vera, told you I’m going to kill that bitch” Ani said

“Like the relationship you had with Vanya?” You asked

“Yes! I didn't want to lose you” Ani said

“That’s why you argued with me that night going out with Igor?” You said

“I know you won't cheat me. But I just didn't want anyone else touching you” Ani said

“I can't believe you are a stripper,” You said

“Y/N-”

“I have to go,” You said

You head for the door but she grabs your forearm

“I can't lose you,” Ani said

You still care about her.

“What time do you get off?” You asked

“Three am,” Ani said

“Be honest with me, did you ever fuck a customer?”

“No! I never did that. Before I met Vanya or after meeting you” Ani said

“I will wait but not here. There’s a bar that's open and I will wait for you” You said

“That Irish pub down the street?” Ani asked

“Yeah,” You said

You just walked away and she is glad that you will wait for her and you didn't call her names. You leave the club and Ani goes back to work.

Waiting for her felt like a century. Sitting at the bar alone and you sighed, you ordered food. Then You start to think over and over what you are going to do with the relationship. You start to remember everything you did with Ani, the first time meeting her, first fight, your first date, and so on. You are on your phone then you stare at the pictures you and Ani took together, but you don't delete the pictures.

Ani just finished work and she started to get dressed fast. She quickly walks to the pub and she starts to look around, but she doesn't see you.

“Ani,” You said

“I thought you left and changed your mind” Ani said

“No. I was in the bathroom and I also ordered food. You can stay with me tonight so we can talk, i still have your clothes you left” You said

You and Ani leave together. While in the cab, Ani looked at you but you were looking out the window. She put her fingers between your fingers but you don't move your hand away.

“Are you mad?” Ani asked

“Finding out from your roommate instead of you, yeah,” You said

Once at your apartment, she put her hands on your face and made you look at her.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you, Y/N. I didn't want you to leave me because what I do for a living. I never once had sex with a customer. I'm sorry” Ani said

Her eyes became watery and she doesn't let go of your face. You see a tear going down her cheek, you gently grab her wrists and slowly pull it down. You surprised her by wrapping your arms around her. Then she hugged you back and you gently rubbed her back.

“I’m not breaking up with you. We will work it out. Please don't lie to me” You said

“I won't lie to you,” Ani said

You are at her then she starts to kiss you. You don't let go of her and you start to kiss her back. She doesn't want to let go and she starts to kiss your neck and then your lips again.

“The food will get cold,” You said

“I thought you would leave me,” Ani said

“No,” You said

You kiss her again then you and Ani sit down to eat together.

✬ ✫ ✬ ✯ ✫

You went to Ani’s house and the door is unlocked. You hear them screaming at each other then you rush inside the house. Vera and Ani are in the living room, yelling at each other

“You are a bitch!” Vera yelled

“Fuck you! You are a jealous bitch!” Ani yelled

Ani smacked Vera in the face. You grabbed Ani from the wasit and pulled her away, but Vera tried to hit Ani in the face but she hit you. You let go of your girlfriend and you got hit in the eye. Ani got angrier then she punched Vera in the face.

“Never touch Y/N!” Ani yelled

Vera passed out and you pulled Ani away from Vera.

“What the fuck!?” You yelled

Ani touch your eye but you moved away cause it hurt.

“She was talking shit about us then I got angry,” Ani said

Ani grabbed your hand and dragged you to the kitchen. She grabs a frozen bag of peas and puts it on your eye.

“I don't think she will let you stay here anymore,” You said

“Great, I am a homeless stripper” Ani said and rolled her eyes

“Go get your stuff. My stripper girlfriend can live with me if she doesn't mind living in a studio apartment” You said

“Wait-really?” Ani asked

“Yeah, I’m serious,” You said

You kiss her head.

“I will live with you” Ani smiled

You follow her upstairs and you helped her pack her clothes and other stuff. Once at your apartment, you watched Ani put her stuff away. You are lying in bed with the ice pack on your face, then she straddles on you and your hand is on her thigh.

“What?” You asked

“I’m happy that you let me live with you, babe” Ani smiled

“Thanks for defending me. Plus you are my girlfriend I can't let you live in the streets” You said

She can't stop smiling then she lies on top of you. She starts to kiss your face and you start to smile.

[comet-forgot-you]

i have never yearned desperately enough to request a fic in my LIFE but comet ur writing is simply too good ... if u havent got too many reqs i beg for a power bottom ani ....

power bottom mean girl (ish) !ani x desperate security guard!reader

warnings: smut. 18+ pls. fingering, sex in the workplace? fun! degrading but also praise, r just loves to please

a/n: im so sorry dear anon from december 29, 2024, life was absolutely terrible then, i hope you can forgive me babes also ive been wanting to write mean girl ani yall please forgive me

ani always had this fucking attitude with you. always calling you teasing names, short answers, looking at you like you were less than her, which, regrettably, turned you on more than you’d ever like to admit. that look, the way she looked at you like she could care less about you, the way she would always tease you about anything she could think of, almost degrading you to the other girls.

“you always look so stressed out,” ani’s voice pierces your thoughts and you turn to face her, looking around the empty dressing room before your eyes focus on her. black lace covered everything thst needed to be covered, yet left so much of her skin exposed. heat floods your body at the sight.

you eyebrows furrow, “what?”

“you always have such a stressed out look on your face,” she reaches towards your face, thumb gently massaging the furrow in your brows until you relaxed your face. the action takes you by surprise, shes never been this.. gentle? you can feel your cheeks heat up slightly.

“m’ not, just focused.” ani scoffs.

“on what, all these people getting some action?”

“what? no.”

“mhm,” she hums. her tilts her head slightly, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. “whens the last time you got,” she pauses like she’s thinking, “anything?” your cheeks flush. you really don’t remember, but you’d never tell her that.

“i- why is that important?” ani just smiles, tugging you closer to her by your belt loops.

“if you need some stress relief, i’m right here.”

and now here she was, grinding against your lap in one of the many private rooms of the club. both of your duties long forgotten. your hands held on tightly to her hips, guiding her against your thighs. the heat in your core continuing to build. “i want to feel you,” she whispers in your ear, her warm breath sending heat flooding through your body. she gets off of your lap, putting on a show of taking her underwear off. you lean forwards, reaching out to drag your fingers across her bare thighs.

she’s back in you lap in seconds, grinding against your lap once again, spreading herself all over your pants. you inhale sharply, looking back into her eyes, eyes that were already searching for your own. “c’mon, make me feel good. i know you want to,” she leans in closer, “i know you want to be good for me.” and fuck, you do.

you wrap an arm around her, flipping her onto her back. you’re on top of her before she can pull you in. you spread her legs apart, dragging your fingers through her folds. “dont tease.” and you stop, your fingers sinking into her slowly.

she’s fucking soaked, her cunt takes you in so greedily, likes she’d been waiting for it far too long. she’d never tell you how long she’d actually been waiting. how many nights she fucked herself, wishing it was you instead of her.

“fuck, ani,” you mumbles, loving the way her walls felt wrapped around your fingers.

“god, had i known how much of a pathetic slut you were, would’ve taken you so much sooner,” she hisses out, holding back her moans. heat floods your body at her words. “you think i can’t tell how desperate you are? you do everything i tell you, you just want to be good for me, don’t you?” and you do. god, you really fucking do. your fingers pump into her faster, making it harder for her to keep her moans hidden.

“shut up,” you try to mean it, but the words come out more of a whine than anything. it’s pathetic. you don’t let her get the chance to say anything, pressing your lips to her own, drinking in all of the sounds she makes. your fingers curl just right, and ani can’t help the desperate sounds she lets out against your lips.

“fuck, yeah, just like that. c’mon baby, just like that. keep,” she takes a deep breath, letting out a shaky exhale, “keep going.” and you do. you fuck into her just how she wants you to. your thumb meets her clit and she breaks, moans flooding out of her as she cums around your fingers.

your pace slows, but ani isn’t having any of it. her hand wraps around your throat, pulling you in closer. “don’t fucking stop until i tell you to, you got that?”

it only gives you motivation to keep going. your pace quickens, fingers reaching places her own couldn’t reach. her fingers tighten around your throat, your head goes fuzzy, but you don’t stop. ani bites her lip, teetering on the edge of another orgasm. “so desperate to make me feel good, hmm?” you nod the best you can. “thats what i thought.”

minutes later, shes cumming on your fingers again. her walls pulsing around your fingers, making it harder for you to fuck into her, but you still dont stop. not when your arm starts to hurt, not when she’s cumming for the fifth time, not when your radio goes off. you don’t stop until she’s gripping onto your wrist, stopping your movements completely, bringing your hand up to her lips and cleaning up the mess she made all over you.

“did so good for me,” she mumbles, eyes tired, yet full of something you couldn’t quite place. she takes your fingers into her mouth, you swear you came at the sight alone.

[marveldcfandom]

Y/N meets Ani at her house.

Ani: Baby, what are you doing here?

Y/N: Let gets married.

Ani: Married! We are not even at that stage?

Y/N: I can’t wait. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Ani: What the hell. Yes, I marry Y/N!

As Y/N put the wedding ring on Ani’s finger and share a passion kiss.