#Search personalization for online stores

[simonbrain]

getting the biggest, scariest bastard at the pub in your bed must have been one of your greatest achievements, especially after watching the way he turned down a few girls prior to you.

he glanced at you each time, disregarding the way the poor things scuttled off in embarrassment; their confidence dampened. it's like he was preening under your attention, and even underneath that silly balaclava of his, you picked up on the way he seemed to flush. his shoulders became more square, and his chest seemed to puff out more. the air around him became more charged with his cockiness rather than the pointless attempts at hiding himself from the other patrons. surely he's aware that he's the centre of the room, no matter which one.

he only grew more bold until he was right at your side, and you held his gaze the entire time.

now, he rewards you with the greatest dicking-down of your life, his fat cock stretching you impossibly thin, the thick girth bullying its way into you over and over again. he fucks you like a man starved, touches you as if he's trying to sink his hands beneath your soft skin and stroke your bones.

although nothing could have prepared you for how fucking filthy his mouth is. his voice holds the right amount of grittiness, the kind that makes your eyes roll back as he whispers the nastiest things in your ear, his accent adding to the thrill his words send down your spine. each moan that fell from his mouth, each promise of ruining you for anyone else after him, each pet name he called you had you going brainless on his cock, your sensitive bundle of nerves twitching under the pads of his fingers as he follows through with his promise. maybe if you were any more lucid, you might have realised it sounded more like a threat rather than just plain dirty talk.

the next morning, you woke up to an aching body, a bottle of water and a box of tylenol on your bedside table, and no stranger in your bed. this may be the greatest one-night stand you've ever had.

well, it was until you realised a couple of weeks later that you're still getting off to the image of him blanketing you and that damn voice of his purring low in your ear. your fingers circle your clit, your eyes unfocused as you imagine him on top of you, taking you deep right where he belongs, and when you think about how he growled at you to soak his cock like a good girl, you come all over your fingers with a humiliatingly loud whine.

it only gets worse from there. you can no longer come to porn unless the person in the video resembles the big boy who rearranged your guts, and even that is a feat of its own. you can't find anyone who has similar tattoos, similar scars, or even a similar voice. reading smut can only get you so far, and some nights, you go to bed feeling defeated because you just couldn't orgasm.

you get so desperate you start searching for those dirty little audios people post online, and for a while, you manage to make yourself come (maybe not as hard, but at this point, you'll take anything). the voices that rumble through your headphones aren't as husky as your mystery man, and their accents aren't exactly close to his, but it holds you off... until it doesn't. and now you're desperate to find him again, but he's probably long gone now.

you can't believe it; the fucker really did ruin you.

it's not until a few months later that you hear that familiar voice again, and your knees almost give out in the middle of the damn store.

(they actually do when simon, he tells you through hungry kisses, bends you in half in the dreadful alleyway, your poor cunt taking each brutal fill of that cock you've been craving so badly.

"she's fuckin' squeezin' me, sweet'art. missed me tha' much?" he chuckles hoarsely in your ear, and you would have fallen over if not for his firm hold keeping you upright.

yep, he can fuck right off again. you'll get your lick back. just as soon as your legs stop shaking and you're not seeing double.)

[ms-demeanor]

The other day i was at the drugstore and ended up in the shitty last minute gifts aisle and I found an acrylic knit blanket in a solid color with no discernible pattern that was labelled as a "cable-knit wool ombre throw" and i just had to stand there for a minute having a mini-crisis about how completely shopping of all kinds has been ruined.

I can see where something like that mislabeling would be useful to generate sales online but I was standing there in person looking at a plain plastic blanket described as a patterned, colorful, natural-fiber blanket grinding my mental gears as I tried to figure out how on earth that kind of lie is expected to pass muster in physical reality. My best guess is that people don't look at the label and it's just a shitty blanket that was bought as part of a pallet of shitty gifts all from shitty dropshippers to serve as an obligatory offering to social norms from someone who forgot they were attending their sister-in-law's holiday party and that it was cheaper to have it delivered to the brick and mortar store in its incorrect-search-term wrapper than to have different packaging for online and physical retail spaces but there was nonetheless something oddly dismal and surreal about being slapped in the face by the tik-tok-shop sales modality in the candy section of the CVS.

[navydoves]

Can't do these without my help, can you?

✎ᝰ. summary: going out of his way to become your tutor, caleb is right where he wants to be when you invite him over.

✎ᝰ. cw: dom!caleb, tutor!caleb, perversion, semi-masturbation, panty ADDICT, freako caleb, a creampie, dirty talk, just a little degradation, orgasm-denial if you squint, caleb is very needy 4 u and also a little obsessive

✎ᝰ. wc: 4.1k

✎ᝰ. a/n: i'm not particularly interested in caleb as a li, but i hope i did his writing justice. i also wrote this all in one go for u crazy freaks. enjoy!

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light, fruity, feminine; that was the inviting smell of your room that greeted caleb every time he came over for a session. your walls were adored with small posters of your favourite medias, and over them, warm fairy lights were strung to create a very home-y, gentle atmosphere. your room was a direct reflection of you, someone who was just as inviting and gentle, someone who was just as warm and feminine. he was obsessed.

he's observed you from afar for a while now as the girl who seemed unreachable, untouchable. he would purposefully sit in the row behind you during lecture hall to keen himself in on what you were jotting down in your notes or searching up on your computer. you were never secretive about it, not even when you browsed online stores or your clicked through social media during class.

sometimes he would drop whatever he was doing when he saw you on campus, with your friends sometimes not. he preferred when you were alone. he never followed you anywhere, no, but he would take mental notes of where you frequented and with whom. he felt like a weirdo at first, staring at you like this and getting to know you well enough to be mistaken for your friend. but that feeling had long past, long after he actually became your friend.

it took a bit of courage and time from him to work himself up to the challenge of simply talking to you, but it was easier than he thought once he actually approached you. you were sociable, kind, so warm. it also helped that caleb knew all of your interests already and was a great conversationalist when it came to things he was passionate about. no, not your favourite band, but you.

he found himself only growing more infatuated with your person as time went on. you entrusted him quickly; he knew he was very charming and welcoming as a person, so when you started confiding in him, details of your personal life, he happily listened. he hated when you talked about previous relationships or other guys you were currently looking at. has all the effort he has put in to get close to you been in vain?? he dismissed those conversations; he hated those men.

it was only when you started talking about your with assignments that caleb began to become interested again. something about caleb was that, despite not really trying, he was a prodigy in school. it was the reason why he could get away with gawking at you in class without failing. andnow, hearing you complain about classes he had found easy—even while sleeping through them—he realized he had another way into your life. his intelligence was a gift that kept on giving, it seemed.

when he first offered to tutor, you were skeptical. apparently, you had tried tutors in the past and none of them really helped, but caleb assured you that he would be different - that he would actually help. you reluctantly agreed and insisted on paying him despite his refusal. seeing you privately, teaching you, guiding you was more than enough to satisfy caleb in every way, but you were a feisty one.

the first time came caleb came over for a tutoring session, he almost came in his pants just stepping into that fruity-scented room of yours and had to wait until you left for the bathroom to let out a soft groan of pleasure. he wasn't sure why he was so aroused by just being in your room like this, you hadn't even done anything but get most of the questions wrong on your calculus practice exam. there's no reason for his cock to be twitching in his pants like this every time he looked up at you.

the feeling of restraint was a nice one to caleb, though. every time he packed his bag before heading off to your place for a session, he knew he would spend the next hour or two trying not to get his dick all hard. he's felt it before; your form so close to his that the heat radiating off of you sent jolts straight down to his cock, and still, he had to resist getting fully erect. something about being denied that pleasure because he could get caught by you was exhilarating, it made him lightheaded. but he questioned, when was denial going to eat away at him?

caleb was a good tutor, a great one in fact. since the day he was hired, you've improved significantly in all of your most hated subjects. he's turned around the pattern of unreliable tutors you've had in the past, which is why he thinks you decided to continue your sessions even through spring break. on any normal basis, caleb would reject the offer. spring break was his time to leave the campus behind and take a flight somewhere deserted. but for you? he'd stay nailed to your room floor if you so wanted.

"caleb's here!" he chirps happily as he knocks on your apartment door. he hears scuffling from afar followed by the nearing pitter-patter of your footsteps. he watches as the door unlocks and opens for him, you shorter form - clad in shorts and loose shirt - standing behind it with a gentle smile.

"hey, come in. sorry, was cleaning out my backpack." you step aside for him and then turn your back to him as you motioned for him to follow you into your room. that gesture was enough to already get his hormones erratic.

caleb tightens his grip on his bag and uses other hand to wave dismissively while following you to your bedroom. "nah, you're all good. you doing some spring cleaning?" he asks with a playful lilt to his voice. he steps into your room and glances around, trying not to make it obvious to you that he was getting a little antsy.

"uh, something like that," you answer while situating yourself on a cushion behind your small floor table. right next to you, was where caleb usually sat. "i just need my backpack empty for when class starts up again. i get overwhelmed with all the papers but never end up doing anything about it." you lug the backpack in question off from the table pull out the textbooks you were gonna use to study today.

caleb nods at your words and realizes he should be making himself at home too. he drops his bag beside the table and moves to the cushion next to you, glancing over at the textbook name. "more math?" he asks in a laugh.

you sigh in exasperation and shrug. this was the subject most of your study sessions were about. "i can't do any type of math, it's actually kinda funny how bad i am." you wrap one arm around caleb's neck and pull him into a good-natured side hug. "but that's why you're here!"

caleb immediately tenses up in your embrace. oh fuck, this difficult task of not creaming his pants was already proving to be extreme, and he had barely been in your house for five minutes. despite his struggle, he didn't want to pull away from you, fearing you would take it as rejection, but your proximity and scent was already making him dizzy.

thankfully you peeled yourself off of him before he could let a pathetic moan slip out. with a grunt, he shifts himself on the cushion and zeros in his attention to the textbook you opened. he watches you flip through the pages, saying something about the professor being annoying—or was it the work? he wasn’t sure; he was already too far gone.

"s-so, how much work am i helping you with here? ya gonna suck up day one of my spring break dry?" caleb chuckles, trying to distract himself from the ache in his body.

"i won't keep you long," you sigh, "i already feel bad making you help me over our break. it'll be short, don't worry."

he nods again, but your words make him feel conflicting turmoil. he wanted to stay, but the longer he did, the greater the risk of him busting a nut right there on your carpet. he had been suppressing his arousal for months and he was now reaching his limit.

"no it's okay, take as much of my time as you need," caleb responds with a smile that was slightly forced. the will of god himself could not ameliorate the amount of horny caleb had built within him - but caleb was stronger than god in that room.

the next hour consisted of you brushing against him, teasing him, asking him questions in a cute, confused tone. he was losing his composure so quick that an erection was inevitable for him despite the restraint. he placed his bag over his lap so that it wasn't so obvious, but he knew at some point, he was gonna have to take it off. going to your bathroom to relieve himself was also not a solution, considering your bathroom shared a wall with your room and you would be able to hear the groans of your name that he needed to say to be able cum.

"do you want something to eat?" you suddenly ask after you triumphantly finished another practice sheet from the textbook. "you've been here for a while, i can see what i have in the kitchen."

caleb almost jumped for joy. yes, please leave the room, please he can't take it anymore. you're so much. "i-i wouldn't mind it, thanks. take your time, you've been working hard." he watches you smile and nod before leaving the room, leaving him inside alone.

. . . he shouldn't . . . he shouldn't. he had to respect the home you so graciously invited him into and he shouldn't. but the erection in his pants was so overwhelmingly distracting that if he had any chance of being good tutor for the rest of his time here, he needed to relieve himself.

caleb pushes himself off the cushion and lets his bag fall from his lap. he quietly strides to your dresser and has one final moral dilemma in his head before opening one of the cabinets. these were your shirts. he opens another one - your socks. then another - your bras. the bras were tempting, he wouldn't lie, but they weren't what he was looking for. but then he hit the top drawer which looked like a gold mine to him - your panties. he groans into his palm before haphazardly picking up a pink one and closing the cabinet.

quickly, he brings it to his nose and begins palming himself through his pants. fuck, this was better than any jack-off session he's ever had with porn - and he wasn't even really touching his cock. stumbling around like a man drunk, he bends over your bed with his nose deep into the pussy lining of your panties. pre-cum soaked his own underwear and he could only hope that it wouldn't seep into his pants. he needed this; like a man needed water he needed your pussy overtaking him like this.

the pleasure hazing his mind only amplified when he caught glimpse of your laundry hamper in the corner. his eyes blew wide, the purple of his irises gone as his pupils dilated at a new idea. he rushes over to the hamper and digs through the top pieces of clothes with one singular prayer in his mind.

please, please, please.

and maybe his prayers worked, maybe god was actually with him because he found exactly what he was risking his entire reputation for - a dirty, used panty that had all of your natural musk on it, uncovered by detergent and fully soaked with every acidic smell of your pussy. the moment caleb brings the red fabric to his nose, he lets out the loudest groan he's ever allowed himself to do in your house. what he would give for this to be your actual soaking, wet heat covering his face. he was almost tempted to pull out his cock right there and use your underwear as a make-shift pocket pussy, but he thought against it.

you'd be back any minute now. he didn't know what you were making, and it made him nervous. there was a difference in time between slicing apples and cooking those struggle-meal noodles on the stove, and he was none-the-wiser as to what you were doing. but he didn't want to move. he really didn't. he growls at the dilemma, but despite the disagreements happening in his brain his body wasn't moving.

caleb moves the panties back a few inches to get a good look at it. it was stained with a bit of discharge and other feminine fluids that he couldn't be sure of, but that didn't stop him from what he did next. he brings the crotch of your panties to his mouth and clamps down on it, sucking it vigorously in attempts to taste every second that you wore this. there was a tangy taste on his mouth that he learned in that second was the taste of you - and that realization itself made his balls clench up, readying to spill in his pants. he quickly moves his hand away from his erection imprint to stall his orgasm but cries out softly from the denial. thankfully, the cloth of your panties muffled his voice.

everything became a second thought, though, when he heard the change in your footsteps from outside. you were no longer walking on the tiles of your kitchen, but instead the wooden floors of the common room. caleb clambered to pile all of the discarded dirty laundry back into the hamper but kept the saliva drenched panties in his pocket. he shuffled back to the cushion behind your small table and tensed up as your footsteps neared. his heart had never pounded like this, not even during training season back when he was in the army for piloting.

you clicked open the door and smiled sheepishly at caleb with a tray of various finger foods. "hey, sorry for the wait," you hum, "i quickly realized i didn't have full meals on deck to make you so i just opted for like a…. snack tray?" you bent over and placed the tray on the table in front of caleb with an inviting gesture, telling him to eat.

caleb flits his gaze up to you before looking away in slight shame. "no it's alright, i actually had a pretty big breakfast so a few snacks is just what i need." he laughs like normal but there was anxiety simmering within his body at the situation he put himself in. all this for an orgasm he couldn't even have? doesn't matter, he'll have a jerk-off session so intense later that he'll colour your panties his cum-shade of white.

it was the anxiety in his chest, though, that made him flinch at your sudden gasp. he sits up, startled and furrows his brows. but before he could ask anything, you move toward your bed and pick up a discarded pair of pink panties that were laying there.

fuck, fuck, fuck. he forgot to put them back in the drawer and left them there like an idiot. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

before caleb could drop to his hands and knees and beg for forgiveness, you beat him to it.

"i.. am so sorry, i have no idea how long those have been there for. agh, this is so embarassing!" you squeal while snatching them off your bed and throwing them into your top drawer without so much as caring to fold them. caleb looks at you dumbfoundedly with a slack jaw which you took as an expression of disgust. you turn your body away from his direction and shield your eyes from the world as shame boiled within your stomach.

caleb looks around the room like he was being duped. so god was actually here with him, protecting his perversion from ever being know. but yet, while he could get away with unscathed, there was something about your naivety that really created an itch. almost caught, once again; denial felt so good up until this point and he could take no more. he stands and glances down at his still prominent erection before moving behind where you stood. he places his hands on your hips and his chin atop your shoulder, coaxing you to move back against his body.

"i… can't take it much longer, yknow?" he murmurs with an uncharacteristically calm voice. he presses his hips to your backside, letting you feel his large, hard erection dig into your body and letting you know that he was in need. "tell me to leave. tell me to fuck off and i will and i'll never even look in your direction again. i've never had a woman drive me so crazy that i couldn't even step foot in her room without losing my mind."

you tense at both caleb's words and the poking sensation you felt in your back. you almost couldn't believe what was happening - all so fast too. one moment you were pouring stale pretzels into a small bowl for the two of you and the next you were pressed up against your tutor's hard cock. you felt a little speechless.

"caleb… i… i don't know what to say," you whisper, "what is this? what is happening?"

"i don't know how to make this clearer for you," he rumbles, "i feel like a bitch in heat. what you should say is that you want me out of your fucking house and to never contact you again, that's the script here. i'm not paid to be here and fucking lust over you but i am, and i need to go."

the non-existent distance between you two only made it harder for caleb to conceal the extent of his desire. his cock throbbed like it was trying to free itself from the confines of his pants. you took a long time to respond - or at least it felt incredibly long to caleb's distorted mind. but that distortion came to an end when you turned your head back to look at him with those pretty eyes of yours. your expression was unreadable.

"but what if i don't want you to leave?"

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"fuck. that's my nasty girl. that's my little slut," caleb grunts in your ear. your legs quiver in an attempt to hold themselves up against him at the ninety-degree angle you were in. the only support you were given were caleb's hands bruising into your hips and holding you still as he battered into from behind. every thrust from him threatened to topple you over flat onto your stomach and atop the small table underneath you.

"c…caleb! caleb, agh!" you cried with your head tucked into your chin.

"yes, pretty girl? is it too much for you?" caleb mocked you. "i told you to kick me out, i told you didn't i?" his pace didn't relent at your cries, not one bit. he's waited so long for this. he's waited so long to feel your cunt squeezing him like this. his imagination compared nothing to the real feeling of your slick, fluffy pussy sucking him in and constricting around his cock so eagerly. you were enjoying it too, he could tell. the way you cried out his name like that - all honeyed. you gave into his perversion so easily it almost makes him wish he did it earlier.

"mmngh… fuuuck, you're tightening around me so good. have you also thought about me fucking you senselessly like this? 'cause this pretty pussy ain't letting me go." caleb grins and leans back to get a better view of his cock pounding into your creamed cunt. the sight of his thickness disappearing within you only to come back out coated in more of your arousal left him feeling insatiable. every thrust squelched out shared juices onto the below table and covered your classwork, consequently drenching them in slick and arousal.

"c-caleb, m…my work… fuck… i-i need that," you whine. caleb grins and shrugs; his pace still wasn't relenting and he certainly wasn't moving you elsewhere. your pussy was nice and delicious just like this.

"get new copies," he grunts, "and then you can invite me over again to help you. after all, you can't do these without my help, can you?"

caleb leans over your back and fully wraps his arms around your midsection for better, deeper thrusts. every slide in ensured that every inch of him down to his ballsack was burrowed into you; every slide out ensured that the curve of his cock dragged your pussy walls with it. the noises between your bodies were abhorrently obscene and echoed in your room with each sloppy thrust. you've never been fucked so hungrily in your life up until the monster cock that was caleb's.

caleb kept one strong bicep wrapped around your waist to hold you still while the other moved down to your clit. his fingers deftly played with your swollen nub, moving it in circles and pinching it to help you build up an orgasm. you squealed at the extra sensation of pleasure coming from in-between your legs, it was so strong that you almost buckled over from overstimulation.

caleb simply laughs at you and toys with your bundle of nerves even more. "feel good?" he purrs. "keep me around for these tutoring sessions and i'll give you much more than a few As. i'll give you my cock and reward you for doing so well. do you want that? do you wanna get drunk on my cock for being such a good girl?"

he was taunting you, clearly, but a two-in-one deal of good grades and good dick was tempting. despite being a withering mess who was getting her cunt squashed with each passing second, you managed to suck in a breath and whimper out an answer. "ngh… y…yes, i want that."

"what was that? couldn't hear you, honey," he sneers. "i'm not the type of guy to just take what i want, y'know? i want my girl just as eager as me. do i have to ask you again?"

"n-no, i want it!"

caleb smirks. "that's it. nasty thing ~."

with his ego stroked by your words, caleb increases the speed of his thrusts vigorously. he's held back an orgasm so diligently this entire time for the sake of savoring your sloppy wet cunt. but now, knowing he'll be back here in due time to do this all over again, he no longer has to deny himself the beauty of orgasming inside of you.

you beat him to it. your legs failed you as soon as your orgasm hit and left you limp in caleb's arms. he was strong enough to catch you and hold you up against him which left your legs dangling mid-air. you couldn't even yell or scream as you came, your voice was entirely gone and all that was left were a few weak squeaks coming from your throat. your sweet walls contracted around caleb so strongly that you could feel his struggle to move.

he groaned loudly in your ear and then practically whimpered your name. you were tight since he first sank into your warmth, but this was another level of constriction that he didn't think was possible. his hips stuttered pathetically as they could no longer sustain a rhythmic pattern. he gave out right there. his cock pulsed in you like a second heartbeat as a deep wave of semen filled the hilt of your pussy and gushed out from your folds from the overflow.

caleb went silent as his own voice was stolen by the insurmountable pleasure he was feeling. he was pumping spurt after spurt within you, and he could only blame the months he's lived so pent up. he groans again; eyes water slightly from the intensity of the euphoria. "oh my god…" he whispers.

the both of you wait until the strength of your orgasms subsided before even facing each other. caleb nudges your cheek with his nose but your eyes were closed in exhaustion. with the little energy he had left, he slipped out of your sticky pussy and carried you a few feet to your bed. he laid you down gently and took the time to appreciate the view. the girl he's been obsessing for better half of the year was now fucked and filled, good and well by him. you looked too pretty like this; he was sure he was looking at perfection.

caleb lays down next you on your bed and cups your cheek. he was worried that this was an all too familiar gesture, but having your cervix filled with his cum was probably a little more intimate. as your eyes flutter open to meet caleb's, he smiles and hums.

"you're mine now."

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[lackadaisycats]

Miss Tracy, do u have any advice on researching a specific time period?

(also I know u probably won't see this, but I love your art and you are awesome)

Look for books about the time period, but also books written contemporaneous to the time period, whether fiction or non-fiction. Check used book stores for out of print gems at good prices.

If photography was a technology that existed in the time period you're researching, look for photos of people doing everyday things. Take in the context, the geography, the economic situation. Look at how they're dressed and what their clothes say about them.

Newspaper archives. Sometimes newspapers of the past are free to browse. Sometimes you have to pay for access. Old shopping catalogue collections - if they exist for your time period - are great too.

Documentary films about time periods, or specific events in a given time period can be useful, even if only for a broad overview.

Museum exhibits - helpful whether you're looking for famous paintings or artifacts of past civilizations in a world renowned institution, or trying to dig up something impossibly unique in an oddity denture museum in some forgotten place in the Midwest. If you can't go in person, check online. You can find museums with vintage clothing or household appliance collections from even a few decades ago. Some museums have extensive, searchable online collections too. Take the Metropolitan Museum for instance.

If you can visit historical sites relevant to your area of interest, do it! Do those little guided walking tours. Do the ghost tours even - they're often fairly history-centric with some paranormal folklore for added spice. Sometimes they get you access to places you otherwise can't enter. Check historical societies local to cities or towns of interest.

If you need information about something deeply specific, check the internet for communities that form around that deeply specific topic. I've found tidbits of useful info searching around old forum posts from radio enthusiasts, Model T owners, and people who collect old telephone booths. (Granted, it's getting harder to search for this kind of stuff nowadays.)

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Be careful of AI trash, whether it's generative images, text descriptions, or entire articles. Don't rely much on film or television for accuracy. Some things are more interested in being accurate than others, but there's almost always some artistic license taken. If you're trying to be particularly accurate about something, triple check it for confirmation. Misinformation has had a way of spreading like insidious mildew even before AI started disseminating it with delusory authority.

Lastly, if you don't enjoy doing this kind of historical research like a weird little detective-creature, consider loosening up on the 'historical' aspect of your writing. It's okay to not focus on historicity in your fiction. But if you're going to dive in whole-hog on history, bear in mind it's an ongoing, often time-consuming adventure in information-finding.

(Thank you for the kind words!)

[alotofpockets]

Next-door neighbour | Aitana Bonmati x Reader

5k celebration prompt: "Would you like some company?"

Woso masterlist | Words: 2.5k

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A job opportunity had you packing up your life and moving across the country. Luckily your new company had covered a moving company in your signing agreement, so all you had to do was get everything and unpacked in your new apartment, they would do the heavy lifting and drive the moving trucks.

You had made the way over to Barcelona in your own car, with a few necessities in the back. It was an exciting new opportunity, but you knew you would miss your friends and family. You didn’t know anyone in Barcelona, so you were kind of starting over there, while of course staying in contact with the people in your life.

When you arrive at your new apartment you take it all in, you have seen it online, but not yet in person. The building looked beautiful, and the location was perfect. You walk inside and look around, trying to find the landlord to get your keys.

“Hey, you look lost, can I help you find something?” A woman's voice asks from the mailboxes. You smile at her kindness, “Yeah, actually, I’m new to the building. I was looking for the landlord’s office.”

“Are you filling up 4B by chance?” You nod, “That’s the one, yeah.” She smiles, “I’m Aitana,” She reaches out her hand. “I’m your next-door neighbour, 4A is me.” You shake her hand and introduce yourself. 

An alarm on her phone rings, and she quickly turns it off. “Sorry, I have to head out, but the landlord is through the door on the right at the end of the hall. If you need anything, don’t be afraid to knock on my door.” You thank her and she walks out the door after smiling your way. 

You felt your nerves settle a bit, now you knew where you had to go to get your keys, and your next-door neighbour seemed friendly and kind. A fast difference from your last apartment you thought to yourself as you entered the landlord's office. 

The movers arrived not long after you had gotten the keys, and placed all your boxes into your new place. Once the last box was done, you walked back down with them and thanked them for all their efforts. 

Aitana arrived back as you waved off the last delivery driver. “I see you’re moving in style.” She commented with an amused smile. “I was pretty impressed myself, the new company I signed for offered them. Such a help for sure.”

The two of you got into the elevator together to head to your floor of the building. Aitana was in some shorts with a logo that you think you recognise to be FC Barcelona’s from some of your friends who are into football. She must love the club and wore a pair of shorts to the gym, you thought. 

When you reached the fourth floor, you both got out. “I’ll see you around.” Aitana said with a smile. “Yeah, see you around.” You smiled back.

Back in the apartment you looked around at the chaos. Boxes and disassembled furniture everywhere. Where to start you thought as you looked between the boxes. Your bed. That seemed like a great start, then at least you would have a place to sleep tonight. 

You carried all the pieces of the bed frame into your bedroom, then walked back into the living room to grab the bag of screws you had carefully placed together in separate bags for each furniture item in a box labelled assembly.

With the correct bag in hand, you walked back into the bedroom. Only to then realise you didn’t actually own any tools. Your friend had come over to disassemble everything and had brought his tools to do so. You had always had people around with the right equipment, so you had never thought of getting your own, but now they seemed really handy.

You grab your phone to search where the nearest hardware store was, only to realise that your phone had died. Just my luck you thought. It was no use to just start driving around until you found one, but then you remembered Aitana’s offer. 

A few seconds after you knock on her door, she opens it with a smile on her face, “Hey, long time no see.” You chuckle at her silly joke, “Yeah, turns out I don’t own any tools, and have always been dependent on my friends who lived nearby for them, and now we live on different sides of the country.”

“Oh, don’t worry, what do you need?” She asked, ready to let you borrow the tools you needed like you hadn’t just met in the hallway this morning.

“A screwdriver, or maybe a cordless drill if you have one? Wanted to get my bedframe done for tonight, but realised that just the frame and the screws weren’t gonna get me far without one of those.” You scratch the back of your neck, slightly embarrassed to be asking Aitana for stuff so soon after meeting. But Aitana was quick to make those never go away, “I can help you out with that, give me one moment.”

She left her front door open a little as she walked off to get the tool. You caught a glimpse of her apartment. From what you could see it was very homey, it looked warm, yet modern. Aitana was back before you know it with a cordless drill in hand.

“You’re a lifesaver! I’ll bring it back as soon as I’m done with the bed.” She shakes her head, “No rush, whenever you’re done assembling your stuff is fine.”

You get to work on the bed, and luckily it was easier than you thought it would be, the drill definitely helping a lot. The bed was put up in no time, so you thought you could start on another project. You had your couch ready, and you could eat at the little kitchen bar that came with high chairs, so your living room and kitchen didn’t need to have assembly done right away, but you thought your closet would be nice. That way you would be able to put away a lot of the stuff as well. So, you got to work again.

Another trip to the box with labeled bags of assembly ware made you realise that you would definitely be needing a hammer to put it together. Was it too soon to go knocking on Aitana’s door again? She seemed nice enough, but you also didn’t want to be annoying. One more time wouldn’t hurt, right?

You knock on 4A’s door again. Aitana opens the door with the same smile, “Done already?” 

“Actually, I was hoping you had a hammer as well.” You say a little nervously, hoping to not be overstepping with someone you could see yourself becoming friends with. “No problem at all, I’ve got that as well.” You noticed she was wearing different clothes now, and that her hair was still wet from taking a shower. “Let me grab that for you.”

She came back with the hammer held out to you. “I’m not going to be home tonight, so if you need anything else?” You shake your head quickly, “This is more than enough, thank you very much.”

You got quite far that evening, your bed and closet were built, and you had been able to uppack a lot of your clothes and the contents of your kitchen boxes had almost all gotten a place in your new kitchen. Since it had gotten too late to start working with tools again, you had called it a night after that. 

The next morning you got right back to it. You were putting together a bookcase when you heard a knock on your door. When you open the door, you’re met with Aitana holding up a tool box, “Thought you could use the rest of these too.” She says with a bright smile. “That’s too kind.” You say, but she hands you the tools anyway. 

“How was the first night in your new place?” She asks while trying to peek inside. “It went great. I still have a lot to do of course, but I'm getting there step by step. I’d offer for you to come in but everything is a mess right now.”

“That’s okay, maybe when you’re all settled. I’d love to see what you’ve done with the place.” With a nod you agreed, “That sounds nice.” Aitana seems content with your answer and continues on, “Would you like some company? I was about to pick up some breakfast from this nice place a few streets over, want to join?” You think of your empty fridge, that you had not yet taken the time to fill and find yourself agreeing to her offer.

Aitana showed you around the neighbourhood a little while you walked over to the bakery. It was a small family owned store, and even before tasting their food, you knew you’d visit there more often. You took the food back to the apartment building after Aitana suggested having breakfast in the community garden there. Like Aitana had promised, the morning sun was already shining on the bench in the corner of the garden. The perfect place to start the day. 

As you were having your breakfast, someone else walked into the garden. “Oh, Patri, you’re early!” Aitana says as she quickly gets up to help the woman who was carrying what seemed to be a fair few tables all at once. “Yeah, we figured we’d need to make a couple trips to get everything here, so we thought we’d start early. Pina should be right behind me with some chairs.”

You didn’t want to impose so you stayed on the bench. Patri looked over, “Oh, please tell me that’s your new neighbour.” That caught your attention. “Yeah it is.” Patri’s face lights up and she steps your way before Aitana can stop her.

“Hi I’m Patri, it’s very nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She says with her hand held out to you. “Y/n, nice to meet you.” You shake her hand. “All good things I hope from the one day that I’ve known Aitana.” Patri nods quickly, “Only good things for sure.”

“So, what’s with all the tables?” You nod your head to where Aitana was now setting up the tables. “We’re having a get to getter with some friends tonight. You should totally come! Food, drinks, music, it should be a fun one.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude.” You declined politely, but Patri was not having it. “Nonsense. We would love to have you.” Patri turns to Aitana, “Aita, we’d love to have her join us tonight, right?” You miss the light blush on her cheeks, but Patri doesn’t and sends her a knowing smile. “Yeah, you should totally come, I’d love to see you there.”

Later that day, you head downstairs wearing something casual since you didn’t actually know what kind of party this would be. You had picked up a bottle of wine at the store in order to not show up empty handed. 

When you get to the garden you see that there are a lot more tables there now than there were this morning. Patri wasn’t kidding this morning when she said she had to make a few trips.

Aitana spots you from across the garden and makes her way to you. “You made it!” She brings you in for a hug. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

As she was introducing you to everyone, you quickly realised that there were people here from all different nationalities, and you wondered how Aitana knew this many international people. 

You sat with Aitana and a few of her friends just chatting and having a drink until one of the girls, Alexia if you remembered correctly got up and got everyone’s attention. The more she spoke, the more you started to realise what was happening. 

The party was to celebrate the Copa de la Reina win, and while you didn’t know much about football, you knew it was a football competition. You turn to Aitana when the speech is done. “You play for Barcelona?” She nods, “Yeah, we all do. Did I not mention that?”

You shake your head with a chuckle, “Nope, I recognised the logo on your shorts from my friends, but I thought you were just a fan.” Aitana’s smile grew, “Proud fan, but also a Barca player since I was fourteen.”

You look around the people in the garden, “My friends would be so jealous.” Aitana’s face lit up, clearing getting some kind of idea. “Come with me, I want to show you something.”

The two of you walked into the building, and you followed her into her apartment. She led you to the living room, “What would your friends think of this?” You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. The wall was filled with trophies, medals, framed jerseys, and team pictures. It was impressive for even someone who wasn’t a football fan. “These are all yours?” You say as you step closer to inspect everything. “All mine yeah, but couldn’t have gotten any of these without my team of course.” You liked that mentality. “Yeah, my friends would definitely never believe me if I told them what I was looking at right now.” 

“Can I have your phone for a moment?” Without thinking anything of it, you handed her your phone. She opened the camera, and took your hand to pull you closer to her. “Smile.” She said before taking a few pictures together with the wall in the background. 

“Send that to them to make them jealous.” She said with a smirk. You grabbed your phone back and sent the picture in the groupchat right away, sending ‘My next-door neighbour has this amazing wall, very cool right?’ along with it.  

“Can you send those to me too?” She asked. You nod and give her your phone again, this time to add her number to your phone. Already when she was typing her phone number in, your phone started exploding. You watched the messages come in together.

Mateo: uhm hello???

Ana: you’re joking

Ana: neighbour? girl that’s insane

Maya: y/n pls tell me you know who this is and you’re not just impressed by the nice wall

Tomas: excuse me? how?

Mateo: oh yeah, she definitely is more impressed by that wall than the Aitana Bonmati

That last one made Aitana giggle, “He’s kinda right actually.” 

“Well, I’m sorry that I liked you for you and not for your apparent status.” You said, causing Aitana to laugh more. “All good, I like that you know me for our interactions and not through the media.” You smiled at her before messaging the group.

You: who?

They instantly start berating you, only making you chuckle. You quickly send Aitana the pictures, before pocketing your phone again. “Should we head back to your party? Apparently the Copa de la Reina is a big deal.” You joke. She jokingly rolls her eyes at you, “You have much to learn.” She says before pulling you out of her apartment again.

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[pastel-peach-writes]

Switched Roles | Natasha x Nurse!Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Now in a committed relationship with each other, you and Natasha have found your groove. You, now being a practicing nurse in the Compound, and she, the patient who seems to never get enough of you. What happens when you're the one hurt this time?

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, Second POV, No Use of Y/n, Nurse! AU, No Cursing, Usage of the Term Girlfriend/Girlfriends/Partner, But Otherwise Gender-Neutral Reader

(A/N): This is technically a sequel and/or another part to "Learn To Take A Break", my Natasha x Reader Nurse! AU but you don't need to read the three parts to understand what's going on here!

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

You glanced around the kitchen of the Compound, the open and sleekly designed room empty and as still as the trees that surrounded the facility. It was only a matter of time before the Avengers got back from their mission that ended a little over an hour ago.

You wanted to grab a quick sneak of some snacks in the kitchen. You had your own kitchen and mini fridge on the nurse's side of the Compound, but the Avengers had way better snacks. It wasn't filled with all that new-age health junk Steve and Clint tried to get you to eat.

Sorry, guys. But the all-wheat bars with just a hint of fruit flavoring isn't enough to keep me satisfied for the day.

And also, you were out of your good snacks anyway. You just need to find time to go grocery shopping, but why go grocery shopping when a perfectly stocked kitchen is right here? And it's not like this would be considered stealing. You live here! Just... in a different wing... on the opposite end of the campus– Whatever! You're hungry, and you want a good snack.

That shouldn't be a crime.

You peered into the cupboard, the white shelves filled from ceiling to floor with all kinds of snacks. You had your classic chips, your wacky flavored chips, sweet treats, healthy treats, all the cereal you could imagine, and some Trader Joe's specials Wanda liked to dabble in from time to time.

What that woman finds in that store is amazing. You were always asking for her snacks whenever she came walking by eating.

At the top shelf resided your favorite snack of all, your secret pleasure, Zoom O's. They were bite-sized pockets of goodness that had a sweet yet not overwhelming taste to them, with the perfect amount of salt to combat the sweetness. The texture, at first, has a satisfying crunch from the thin icing layer before it turns into chewy goodness.

You had no clue where the Avengers found this snack. You tried every store within a 100-mile radius and even checked online but you haven't had any luck. Given the box's slim yet geometric design with a futuristic blue color and flashy font, you could guess that this snack wasn't found on this world. Or maybe even, this universe.

Turning to the door where there was typically a step-ladder to reach the highest shelf, you found yourself staring at a blank wall instead. Your brows furrow in confusion as you search the pantry and even close the door to see if the step-ladder was on the other side but to no avail.

Where was this step-ladder, and why wasn't it in its rightful spot?

You could stand here and blame every single person that resides in the Compound for not putting the item back where it belongs, or you could take the initiative and do some out-of-the-box thinking.

You nod to yourself, a short smile on your lips.

Yeah. You were gonna do some out-of-the-box thinking.

The shelves are sturdy enough to withstand the weight of a god and the strength of a genetically modified green monster; it could definitely take your weight.

Your socked feet find the lip of the bottom shelf as you pull yourself up to grab onto a higher one. You grunt, eyeing the contained snacks by your feet and making sure you weren't touching them. Once your space from the food was as far as you could get it without slipping off, you reached your arm up to the box of Zoom O's only to find that you're still a few inches short.

The back of your throat possesses a grumble before you step onto another shelf and repeat the same steps as before. Currently, you feel as if you are rockclimbing, which wasn't too bad unless you count the lack of harness and mats to be "dangerous", but you're fine!

You're in the Avengers Compound, for Pete's sake, the safest place on Earth!

Reaching your arm once more, you still find yourself a few inches short from the box. The arm gripping onto the small shelf at your chest was screaming from a sort of break from all the muscle tension you were currently possessing.

Come on... Almost... Almost...

The slam of a door a few feet away and the loud arrival of Tony Stark and the others startles you out of your concentration. Your arm and hand finally gives up on keeping you steady on the shelf and your feet slip out from under you, sending you falling back onto the floor way faster than you indented.

You brace yourself for a long fall but because the fall was shorter, you land wrong on your knee and almost end up twisting your ankle. Thank goodness you didn't, otherwise--

The sudden tripping over a plastic jar of jam sends you tumbling into the pantry door. Your only hope to catch yourself is the handle, but you try and stand yourself up, the handle moves and you lose your grip.

You nearly faceplant the floor before using your hands and knees to catch yourself. The only downside to falling hands and knees is that now the palms of your hands sting and the knee, the one that you landed wrong on before, banged against the floor. You groan out in pain, the feeling of hitting your knee familiar to hitting your funny bone.

You could see the bruise now.

This is what you get for trying to sneak snacks from places you weren't supposed to. You should've been an adult and gone to the store like everyone else. It's not your fault the store was at least an hour away from the Compound. You chose to live on campus; that was your issue.

"Whoa!" Scott commented as he entered the kitchen. He wore a blue flannel, regular jeans, and he smelt of regular soap not like must and sweat like the Avengers did when they returned. There's no way he showered that fast. "You okay?"

You pull yourself up to your feet with a hobble, an embarrassed smile at your lips as you try to reassure him. "Yes, I'm fine. Just misstepped. How long have you been here? Did you not go on the mission with the others?"

Your attempt at redirecting the conversation was successful but trying to play off your aching knee and now ankle you swore was blowing up in your sock seemed to be the challenge.

You didn't know that mentioning Scott not being on a mission with the others and him not even knowing about the mission was going to be the cause for a never-ending conversation about his feelings.

You didn't talk to Scott much due to conflicting schedules, but boy. When this man speaks, he speaks. It took Natasha coming into the room with Tony to get him to stop talking.

"Hey, Miniscule Man," Tony called out to him, much to Scott's frown. "Could you not talk my nurse's ear off? Thanks. We need them down in their office, where they should be–" Tony gives you a pointed glare to which you innocently whistle and look away. Natasha chuckles softly at your action before Tony continues, "–to do an after-mission check-up and analysis to make sure none of my guys are hurt."

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah." Scott waves Tony off in an apologetic way. "Totally. I was just making sure they were alright and then we started talking and– am I not a part of the team, by the way?" He gestures questioningly towards Tony. The other man only groans in response. "Because I heard that you guys were on a mission and I was like, 'hey, I'm a part of this team too so I should be on the mission', right?"

As Scott continues to ramble on in a conversation Tony can't seem to get away from, Natasha steps over to you with a playful smile on her face. "Come on, My Nurse. Let's get you downstairs and talk about why you're up here in the kitchen and not in your office during hours."

Her voice had a teasing hint in it, her lips trying to suppress a smile but only for Tony's sake. If he wasn't already peeved off from how today's mission went, she wouldn't care about sparing his feelings and making the occasional joke.

You smile warmly at Natasha, your eyes meeting each other's as you both snake away from Tony and Scott and make your way back to your office.

As you two begin your journey down, your girlfriend can't help but notice how you're favoring your right side and trying to keep your face stoic when you're in obvious pain.

She'll mention it to you later, but for now, she wanted to see how far you were going to go in masking your pain.

Just weeks ago, you called her out for doing the very same thing you're doing. She couldn't help but find the irony and humor in this otherwise serious situation.

"So, you gonna talk to me or are you going to let us walk the entire time in silence?" Nat chimed from beside you. "Because I'm perfectly fine with walking in silence. However, you typically ask a lot of questions when we come back from assignments."

You bite the tip of your tongue, both out of embarrassment and suppressed pain. "I do not," you croak.

She raises a brow at the delivery of your sentence but doesn't say anything about it. "Oh, you don't?" She chuckles to herself. "You always ask how it was, if we're okay, if the people are okay, and if anyone needs immediate attention. Actually," Natasha's head tilts in amusement while a snarky smile sits on her face, "I don't seem to remember a time where you didn't ask us questions."

You would be defending yourself and indulging in this witty conversation with her if you couldn't feel your literal knee plate move with each step you make and your ankle pulse.

"Ha ha. You're so funny, Natasha," you dryly express.

Natasha hummed, satisfied with your answer. Out of the corner of her eye, she can your face twist with pain. Her green eyes travel down your legs, more specifically on the leg you're not favoring, and she takes notice of your hand just barely covering the bad knee.

"Okay," Natasha exhales. She stops her movement to look at you with her arms crossed over her chest like a mom. You stop moments after, barely masking the soft hop you had to do to face her. She makes a gesture to your knee. "What did you do?"

"Nothing." You shrug at her. "I didn't do anything."

She scoffs a chuckle, though there was no humor behind the exhale of laughter. "You expect me to believe that? You're limping and holding your knee like a high school football player after a tough game."

You snort. "I don't think that's a fair comparison."

She shrugs. "Doesn't need to be. You're hurt." She steps closer to you, carefully analyzing your legs and how you move as you step—er, hobble—further back.

"Natasha," you mutter, trying to give her actions awareness. Your words fall upon deaf ears. She keeps walking towards you, your proximity threatening to close each time until you hobble backwards. Eventually, she had you backed against the hallway wall. Her eyes remained glued to your legs.

You grunt in slight pain.

Your back pressed against the concrete wall. Your heel and Achilles now throbbing since you scuffed them against the wall as you were backed into it.

"You're hurt." Natasha's voice sliced through the air, her tone firm. Her green eyes flicker up to hers, and while you expected some sort of disappoint in them, you couldn't find that at all. Instead, you found concern and a hint of frustration. "Why would you try to hide that you're hurt?"

You give her a weak shrug. "I didn't think it was anyone's business. It literally just happened a few minutes ago."

Natasha opened her mouth to scold you but decided to listen to your full story before assuming the worst and so, she took a deep breath. "Okay," she strains. "Why didn't you say anything before our walk?"

"Again, I didn't think it was anyone's business. It's just my knee and ankle, okay? I gotta get these evaluations done and then I can tend to my needs if I still need to."

The redhaired woman sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose while the other hand rested on her hip. "Should I remind you that you're a nurse? You, out of all people, should know some things can't be ignored."

"Okay, well, this one thing can. I have a job to do."

You understand Natasha's concern, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to her statements. You were embarrassed by the way you injured yourself. If someone were to see you icing your knee or walking in somewhere with a wrapped ankle and/or crunches, questions would arise. Questions you really, really didn't want to answer.

Imagine how much of a fool you'd look like telling literal superheroes who survive aliens, falling buildings, and who knows what else that you hurt yourself by trying to get a snack. It was humiliating. Your best bet right now is to ignore the cries of pain your body's making and tend to them later.

After dark.

When everyone, especially your girlfriend, is fast asleep.

"How can you expect to do your job when you literally can't walk?" Natasha retorts. You snort at her, hands on your hips and an interesting smug smile on your face for someone who was in pain mere seconds ago.

"I have a really cool swirly chair."

Natasha deadpanned and met your eye only to find a playful glint in them. The same playful glint you gave her when you made a terrible pun in the examination room the first day you met.

She hated yet loved how your smile made her feel. How she wanted to cup your cheeks or pinch at them teasingly as if she was a grandma. How she wanted to shake her head with a smile she failed to hide, even despite her best efforts. Or how she wanted to place kisses on your cheeks just to make you smile wider.

The training she endured in the Red Room did nothing to prepare her for your smile. Nothing at all.

You know Natasha too well to not notice her own smile trying desperately to break through while she averts her gaze to the side with a snort. The apples of her cheeks puff up just ever so slightly, the beauty mark on her cheekbone making her look cuter than she already was.

"You're a dork," she finally says while letting a smile seep through.

"Yeah, I know. You like it, though."

She can't help the laugh that escapes her. "So," she says, laughter at the end of the word as she crouches down to your knee and applies a gentle pressure around the bone. When you wince, she eases but continues to feel around. "I'm going to ask you again, and I want an actual answer this time. What did you do?"

Her persistence wasn't going to go away. When Natasha Romanoff wants to know something or get something done, she gets it done.

It's an admirable quality until it's used on you.

You groan slightly as she presses a tender part on your knee. She mutters a "sorry" before adjusting so you can sit on the floor with your legs in front of you.

She slowly bends your bad leg and straightens it as she watches you both for an expression of pain and an answer to her question.

"I may or may not have landed wrong when trying to get something. And then tripped, maybe rolled my ankle, and banged my knee against the floor as I tried to grab the door handle for stability."

Natasha shakes her head fondly at you. "You should be more careful. Why would you grab onto a handle to support you? All the handles here are janky."

Your knee eases as she lets the leg lay flat on the floor again, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. She slides across the floor, not caring if she was getting her pants dirty since they were already dirty from the mission. She didn't have time to shower once they came back.

When Tony asked Friday if you were in your office and the AI said no, she immediately volunteered to go find you. Well, more like she told Tony that she was coming with him to find you, even after Friday told him about your exact whereabouts shortly after saying you weren't in your office.

She wanted to see you. She wanted to see what you were up to and to be evaluated first while everyone else took showers because she loved the way you looked at her when you were doing your necessary examinations. It may be selfish, but being selfish isn't a crime.

And yeah, maybe she should've showered so she didn't smell like city buildings, sweat, and ash and have dirt marks on her face, but she didn't care about that. Thank goodness she didn't; otherwise, who would be here to take care of you in this hallway?

"Yeah. All that money and Stark still can't invest in good things like doorknobs," you snicker. Natasha also snickers, now by your feet and just now noticing that you don't have any shoes on.

"Where...?"

"Oh," you chuckle a little. "I had to take my shoes off to get something. Don't worry about it."

Her face squishes in confusion, head tilted and brow raised. "You had to take your shoes off to get something in the kitchen?" she incredulously asks.

"Yeah," you give her an infuriating vague answer with an "innocent" smile. That same smile Stark calls you out on when you try to play the innocent nurse. "As I said, don't worry about it."

All this vagueness that surrounded your answers was really getting on Natasha's nerves. The "maybe's", the "I'm fine's" when you're totally not fine; it was all ticking her off, and all she wanted was a clear answer from you.

"You know," she said as she peeled back some of your sock to expose your bare ankle. "Even if you don't tell me what happened now, I can ask Friday to give me footage from when you fell, and I would find out then."

As you suspected, your ankle was swollen, but that was the least of your worries at the moment.

"So," she moves her head in a way that would fling her braid to the other side, "you can either tell me now and spare yourself the embarrassment, or I can find out through video where I wouldn't hold back my reaction and share with the team." Her eyes narrow towards you, as if she dares you to choose the latter. "Your choice."

Well, with an ultimatum like that, how could you choose the latter?

You let out a sigh of defeat, and Natasha grows giddy on the inside.

Finally, after all the huffs, puffs, and beating around the bush, she was going to get the answer and hear how all of this went down.

When you tell her how you received such injuries, she deadpans again, her face unreadable this time. You couldn't find the hint of a smile, the processing of information, nada. Just green eyes staring back at you with hooded lids.

The silence as her eyes bore into yours felt like forever. Like you were frozen in judgement and you wouldn't be released into the present time until Natasha deemed you as ready.

She puts the sock back around your heel and ankle, nodding to herself as her tongue pokes the inside of her cheek. "Okay."

You lean forward, hanging onto the words you were expecting her to say, but they never come. "'Okay'?" you echo. "That's it? That's all you're going to say?"

Natasha wraps your arm around her shoulder, and she pulls you to your feet. She moves your body so you're leaning onto her as you two continue your journey to your nurse's office. "Well, what do you want me to say, Nurse?" she chimes. You can basically taste the tease coming. "That you were so smart for that 'out-of-the-box thinking' you called yourself doing just to fall and bust your butt? All over a box of Zoomieo's I might add?"

You whine. "They're called Zoom O's. What the heck is a 'zoomieo'?"

She snorts. "I don't know. You tell me since you wanted it so badly." Natasha can't help the laugh that comes from her belly. She tried to be polite and not laugh about your injury to your face, but the situation was too funny not to.

Besides, she's not laughing at you. She's laughing with you.

You know, for when you look back and laugh about this situation in the future? Yeah. She's just getting a head start.

Luckily, the rest of the journey to your office wasn't as far and leaning onto her side definitely made time go by faster, so you don't have to listen to her laughing and endure the embarrassment for long.

She sits you down on the examination bed despite your pleas to sit in your chair. You watch as Widow effortlessly moves around the room, going into the correct cabinets and drawers for the medical supplies she needs.

"How many times are you in here?" you ask, astonished at how well she knew your system.

"Not much at all." She shrugs with a single-use ice pack and ankle wrapping tape in her hands. "I'm just very observant." Taking her seat in the chair, she scoots forward until she's right in front of your legs. "And when I like something, I tend to keep my eyes on it." She gives you a flirty smile you don't dare to look away from before she moves your sock again and tends to the injury.

You don't know where she learned how to tend to someone like this, but you were grateful she did. Although your job is to tend to people and you could tend to your own injuries in your sleep, it felt nice every now and then to be cared for. You were sure Natasha felt the same.

"Okay, now I need you to ice this until the swelling goes down and keep this compressed." She gestures to your now-wrapped ankle with a wide smile. She twirls across the office, still in your chair, to where you keep the ice packs and comes back with another one. "Same with your knee. Ice it. I didn't feel or see any swelling, but that doesn't mean you're not going to be sore."

"And what about yourself, Miss. Widow?" You hum as she comes back to you. She pops the single-use ice pack and shakes it to get the fluids moving. Once the sounds of liquids sloshing around turns into ice sloshing around, she presses the pack to your knee.

"What about me?"

"Well, don't you and the team need some tending to? I can't do that if I'm icing."

"Oh," she chuckles through a smirk, "so now you listen to me." You playfully roll your eyes before she continues. "Don't worry about us. No one is really hurt from today. Tony's just a little pissed off and wanted to make sure we didn't have smoke in our lungs. That's something all the robots around here can detect and fix. Right now, I'm all about taking care of you."

Smitten and bashful, you smile to yourself. "Okay... and that smell of smoke in your hair?"

"Ain't nothing a shower can't fix, sweetheart." She pats your good knee twice before rising from the chair and cleaning up the mess she made. "I'm gonna take you to your room and then after I shower, I'm going to check up on you."

Again, Natasha moves around your office as if she was the one that built it brick-by-brick and organized it from medical supply to medical supply. You knew Natasha had a nurturing nature to her, yet you never thought you would be the one to receive it. Not in a million years, not even in daydreams.

As she finishes up her cleaning and sanitizing, her back to you, your heart can't help but swell by the gestures and the things she did for you today.

You knew your relationship was more than nurse/patient, and being each other's partner definitely aided in that, but after what she did today, your relationship status finally felt real.

You were Natasha Romanov's girlfriend and she was yours.

"Do you need anything else from me in here?" she asked, removing her jacket to reveal the black tank top she had on underneath. You had to pull your gaze away from her toned arms, not wanting to get caught staring as you did once before, though seeing them was always a treat.

"No," you reply, voice barely above a grateful whisper. "Thank you."

She slings her jacket over her shoulders before doing the same with your arm and helping you off the exam bed. "No problem. Just don't pull a me, okay? If we're going to be partners and work together, there's only enough room for one of us to hide our injuries, and I prefer it not to be my cute nurse."

You can't help but snicker as joyful fleeting feelings fill up your stomach as the two of you walk to your together. "Yeah, yeah."

After feeling like you had to keep your injuries to yourself and convincing yourself that you would be the one doing all the nurturing in your romantic relationships, Natasha took no time in proving you wrong, and that was something you didn't dare to complain about.

FIN.

WC: 4,344

[maximumzombiecreator]

I've seen a lot of posts recently where people say they can't find players to play non-5e TTRPGs with. As someone who moves countries every few years, I've had to rebuild my roster of local TTRPG players from scratch a number of times. Here's how I do it.

Caveats first: while I've done this in small cities, I have always done it in cities. If you're in, like, a rural environment, you might just not have enough interested people around. You can always do it online in that case. I'm not really going to cover finding players online, except to say you should probably look for communities for the specific system you want to play. Most of them are enthusiastically looking for new participants. Especially game masters.

Okay, first things first, you gotta find people. I generally find I get better results if the search is location first. That is, rather than using city-wide or regional Looking For Group type internet groups, I look for physical locations that host gaming groups. Local game stores, public libraries, gaming cafes/bars, etc.

Being location first helps avoid some common bad behaviours. Online LFG groups often have a few shitty people hanging around who can't find long term groups because they're shitty. They'll jump at the opportunity to join new groups where people don't know them, because everyone else knows better than to game with them. But location-based groups are better at filtering this. Someone who harasses people at an LGS can be banned from the store, but decentralized online groups struggle to handle these situations in my personal experience.

Being location first also solves the next problem, which is giving you a location to play. Eventually, when I have a long term group, I'll host games in my home. But there needs to be a level of trust before that feels safe, and we're looking for randoms, so for now we need a public gaming venue. If, for whatever reason, there aren't dedicated gaming spaces where you can do this, I've had the most success gaming in cafes or restaurants during off peak hours. I've run a bunch of games in restaurants from, like, 2pm-5pm on a Saturday, and as long as you're buying drinks and some snacks or something, and being polite and non-disruptive, it's typically not too hard to get permission.

Now, if that local group has enough interest in a non-5e system that I'm interested in running, I'll happily do that, and it's pretty free from there. Most people who are willing to play one other system will gladly try others if they find they like playing with you. But even in big cities, I feel it's pretty often the case that postings for local games of other systems don't wind up actually finding successful groups.

So, here is the bit where, unfortunately, finding people to play non-5e games with involves playing some 5e. Community groups are always looking for more GMs to run games, so I will set out to run a number of short 5e adventures, each with different groups. These are typically oneshots that I have the option of extending for another 1 or 2 sessions.

I always run adventures that I've written myself for these, because I want my particular GMing style to really come through. Looking for players is a two way street. I'm looking for people I like GMing for, but I'm also looking to make sure they know what they're getting. Especially if I'm going to ask them to play a system they've never tried, they should know that there's going to be something they enjoy. So, these short adventures are full of the types of silly but sincere NPCs I tend to run, the open-ended scenarios I prefer, the tropes I favour, etc. If someone isn't going to enjoy playing with me, I want them to know it from this adventure.

I structure the adventures to give me a lot of flexibility in terms of how long they run. They're nearly always mysteries, but with some active component to the mystery, so that if things drag or dawdle I can have the villain show up and force a final confrontation. They're also structured to have a natural "next thing." You find and defeat the villain, but there's an implied next villain you'll be going after. That way, if the group is working well and I want to continue, it's easy to present the option to the group. But if I'm not interested in continuing with the group, the next thing can just serve as an "and the adventures continue" implied epilogue, and the game still feels complete.

I don't like players just bringing their own character sheet to the table. Someone who brings a disruptive character can ruin a session without me getting much useful information out of it, other than that I don't want to play with that person. And if it ruins the experience for the other players, I'm often out the opportunity to game with those people, through neither of our faults. I've experimented with both asking players to submit their characters in advance or making them choose between a collection of premade characters. The former is a good check for whether people will put in a basic amount of effort and follow instructions, but it can dissuade people who are just looking to dip their toes into playing for the first time. The latter can turn off players who are into crunchy games and are excited about character building. As a result, I'll usually choose the approach based on what non-5e system I'm currently most excited about running. Do I want to get together a group for a rules-light game? Premade characters it is. Looking to run some PF2e? Please submit your character sheet in advance. Some locations also do more drop-in based games, in which case it's premades all day.

As I'm running the game, I'm observing the players. There's a simple vibe check, obviously. Do I like playing with this person? But I'm also looking at how they play. What are they here for, what's exciting them? Are they struggling with finding optimal turns in combat, or do they like mastering a system? Are they curious about the world, or do they glaze over when the spotlight isn't on them? Do they light up in dialogue scenes? Do they want to try crazy things outside of their on-sheet abilities? Remember, later, I'm going to try to persuade this person to try to play a game they've never played before. I need to know what specifically is going to excite them.

I have (always with permission) recorded sessions before to go over in making these choices, but honestly even just a few small reminder notes will help me unravel things later. If a session goes well, I'll ask at the end for people to give me their contact information if they'd be interested in playing again. Non-committal, at their comfort, and it doesn't single out people that I don't want to play with. I can always just not call them. Usually I find I'm interested in playing again with a little more than half of the players I meet this way. In my experience, it's fairly rare for a player to say they're not interested in playing again, TTRPGs rule and there's a DM shortage.

What I usually do is keep running these until I have enough people in mind to run something else, even if it isn't the system I'm most excited about. Probably it would be better to spend more time in this starter phase building up more connections, but after running like 4-5 5e adventures, I'm usually more than ready to run anything else, and if I have to shelve my Lancer ideas because I've mostly found crunch-averse players, I'm usually fine with that.

So, next comes the invites. Now, most players I meet this way will eventually be open to playing most games, but listen: you can put people well out of their comfort zone for their third TTRPG, but you gotta be real careful with their second. Most of the time, the game I'm inviting people to will be their first real exposure to a non-5e TTRPG. If they don't like it, they will run back to the safety of 5e and you will never get them out of it again. So I am very careful in picking the right system for the players I am inviting.

Whatever the new system I want to run is, I will set up a pilot session for it. I am very clear to players that I will teach them the system at the session, they do not need to know it in advance. Eventually, when I have a reliable group of TTRPG people to play with, I'll expect them to be able to pick up systems without a ton of help, but for players that are only used to the complexity of 5e, the idea of learning a new system is daunting. I rehearse the teaching of the game session. It's the only thing for TTRPGs I ever rehearse, but I want to know down pat how I'm going to quickly teach a new system and make it feel approachable and non-threatening. I'm also very clear that this will be a single session, with the possibility of turning into a campaign if we like it. All of this is structured to feel very safe. No initial learning required, no long term commitment, with a GM you already know you like.

But even as safe as that is, you still have to pitch the system. Why should the player be excited about playing this new game? Don't go all TTRPG nerd on them and explain all the details of the system, or use a bunch of jargon. Give them one or two things to be excited about with short, detailed anecdotes to back them up.

"We're going to be playing Blades in the Dark. It's a game where you play a gang of criminals in a haunted, steampunk dystopia. Every session you'll do heists, but instead of meticulously planning them, you start right in the action, and when you need to have planned for something, you can do a flashback scene to explain your preparation. One group I ran this for got busted by guards during an early heist, but used a flashback to create a scene where they had gotten a buddy of theirs a job as one of the guards, and he helped them out of the situation. And for some reason they fell in love with this bumbling goof I improvised to be the buddy, and then on a bunch of future jobs they kept using flashbacks to get him jobs wherever they were robbing. So this one idiot was just a de-facto crew member who worked a dozen different inside jobs despite being about as sharp as an eraser. And eventually they fucked up and got him killed, but they brought him back as a ghost, because you can do that in Blades in the Dark."

I find using a specific example of play really helps get peoples' imaginations going, which is what is going to help them say yes. And that example is tailored to what I know that player vibes with, what it is I think that makes them a good fit for this game.

The last detail about the invites is that I'm telling them, not asking them. It is not, "Hey, are you interested in playing this new game?" It's "I'm going to be running this new game. If you're interested in playing, please let me know what times work for you." If you're asking, you're going to get some "well but can it be 5e?" If you're telling, then they can choose to learn a new game in order to keep playing TTRPGs with a GM they know they like, or they can choose not to play at all.

Once you get enough yesses for a game, you run it, and then from there you're on your own. I think those are basically just friends you have at that point, and I'm not gonna tell you how to have friends.

Hopefully at least one person finds all that useful!

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “That time of the month again?”

because we all know that periods suck and characters are not immune to the horrors 🗡️ prompt list of comforting actions

Character A is bedridden from the cramps and Character B becomes their living heating pad (cuddles with arms wrapped around the waist >>>>)

B buys A their favorite chocolates a couple days before their period starts and keeps beverages with electrolytes on hand

A takes a day off to rest, bingewatch some episodes of a good show, and care for themselves (maybe do some yoga, and by yoga I mean curl up in the fetal position for a couple hours)

B thinks that making a nice bath for A will help and prepares everything for when A gets home (A laughs and explains why that’s not a great idea)

Searching for Shark Week’s episodes online to deal with shark week in person, but getting distracted by cute animal shows

B can’t be there for A in person so they send A $30 to cover extra snacks and/or medicine

Instead of getting emotional over posts online, A digs out an old book series and gets emotional over that (they are reliving their childhood, they swear it’s cathartic THEY SWEAR)

A can’t sleep with the back pain so B gives them a light back massage with several check-ins to make sure the noises are in relief and not pain

B keeps the lights dim and and TV volume low as A battles a headache

All meals are made with ahead of time and cravings humored (“You can’t just eat straight salt.” “I know that, which is why I’m putting all of it on this.”)

A asks for B to get more pads/tampons at the store, B calls and sends many pictures as they try to figure out what will work best for A

B quietly scrubs out any bloodstains from A’s clothes as they do laundry (and they’re really efficient at it, why are they so good at getting blood out of clothing—)

A snuggling up with their pet who knows the exact spot to be in for maximum comfy (B thinks it’s adorable and takes a picture to show A later)

“I’m sorry if I’m not really conversational right now…” “Dude you’re on your period and barely slept last night, you’re good. We don’t have to talk, we can just chill.”

B brings home a machine for homemade ice-cream and all the ingredients needed for A’s favorite flavor (they spend the evening making it and declare a “dessert before dinner” day for when periods strike)

[priyajoyy]

Devil wears prada part 2

Dark!lottie Matthews x reader x dark!shauna shipman x dark!jackie taylor x dark!natalie scatorcio

this is just a bunch of story building cause if I fit meeting Lottie into this part it would be way too long im sorry

Warnings:

Dark characters, power imbalance, toxic workplace, mental health problems, fat shaming, beauty standards, etc (more in later parts)

“Now you’ll technically be reporting to me, I’m situated on the 24thth floor where you’ll spend most of your time, though it really depends on where you’re needed” Mari told you as she guided you towards the elevator once again.

You’d viewed the offices on the 15th floor, which Mari had told you, you would sometimes need to go to on the odd occasion. You were now on your way up to one of the higher floors.

“If you need anything you can come to me, though the other secretaries are very friendly so I’m sure they’ll be happy to help.” She continued, “you report to anyone above you really, you’re not anyone’s personal assistant so they can all use you when necessary”

The elevator dings and the doors finally open. And Mari wastes no time, walking straight through the offices.

“The likelihoods are you’ll only be dealing with lower-level management, because the others have their own girls for their important stuff so it will never be anything too difficult.” 

Everyone was dressed so nicely; you were certain you were going to have to splurge on a new wardrobe of much nicer workwear when you got home.

“Miss taylor is in the big corner office of this floor and Mr Martinez is in the other corner, they’re the ones you’re most likely to be working with. Well, more likely their personal secretaries, Laura lee and robin” she tells you.

“This is miss Taylors office” she says as you reach one of the roomier ones, with fancy glass walls and a desk in front of it with a blonde sat at it.

“This is Laura lee, Laura lee this is the new hire, miss y/n y/l/n” Mari told the girl, who smiled at you brightly in return, standing to shake your hand.

“Hi!” she says cheerfully, she seemed like the nicest person you’d met here yet.

“Laura lee here deals with all of miss Taylors stuff, her personal Calander, meetings and such, you’ll have access to most of the head execs calendars on the system, though you won’t be able to adjust anything, so if you do need to, bring it up with Laura lee here” Mari tells you, and you nod along, trying to take mental note of all the information she tells you.

She then takes off in another direction, not so much as saying goodbye to Laura lee, who you quickly chuck a wave before trailing after Mari.

The older woman’s heels click against the floor as you both make your way back towards the main area of the floor, leading you towards a trio of desks that greeted you as you exited the elevator.

“And this will be your desk” she told you, gesturing the empty one of the three in front of you, “feel free to organise it however you want but we like to keep work areas clear and uncluttered at all times so please don’t…mess it up”

You weren’t really sure what you’d have to go on it other than some pens, a notepad and your laptop, but you nodded along to her request anyway.

“you’ll start officially on Monday, I’ll send you over some of our policies I need you to look over and sign, I’ll also send you everything else you need to know, attire rules, scheduling, so on” she listed off, to which you yet again nodded along to.

As soon as you got home, you were already scowering online sites for new clothes. Given you hadn’t been paid yet it was a little tricky to get anything too expensive, so you had to settle for some simpler choices. Though you were sure you’d have another search on your next payday.

You friend, insisted on taking you shopping that weekend, dragging you along to a million stores to try on expensive outfits and shoes you could barely walk in.

You weren’t exactly a hater of fashion. You thought you looked pretty presentable from day to day. But you were definitely used to much simpler clothes, more comfortable and plainer. Definitely not the designer blouses and skirts she had you trying on and buying.

By the end of it, you had a collection of new clothes in your wardrobe or on the way, and a dangerously low bank account, verging on entering your overdraft.

By Sunday you’d already planned out your outfits for the week, ironed all of them to perfection and prepped your lunch for Monday and Tuesday. Knowing you didn’t have the money after your little shopping spree to be buying lunch, even if it did make you look a little silly…

By the end of it you were running out of things to so and prep really for the week to take your mind off the nerves you were feeling. So, you spent the time trying to forget and watching tv, failing miserably at both.

Mari had sent you a collection of emails as soon as you had left on Friday. Consisting of your contracts as well as log ins to different systems and lists of responsibilities.

You’re main role was helping guests and staff from other departments from the front desk of the floor you’d be at. Greeting them and helping with their problems. You were glad you weren’t likely to have to interact with the head management often. The idea of dealing with them seeming terrifying.

“morning” you squeaked out nervously to the girl at the front desk yet again, this time a different girl greeting you, seeming more friendly than the one you had encountered last week.

You had worn something nicer for your first proper day, a smart looking grey pencil skirt and light pink blouse with your nicest shoes, trying to make a good impression. Yet you still felt inferior stood in front of the gorgeous ginger sat at the front desk. 

“Um I’m y/n? Mari Ibarra said you’d be expecting me for a keycard…” you told her nervously, to which she nodded and looked at her computer.

“of course,” she said with a reassuring smile, looking back up and standing to turning to grab something from a draw nearby, “this will get you into the building each morning and activate the elevator to take you to all floors except 7 and 15, they don’t require special access”

She hands you a grey lanyard, with a keycard hanging from it, a picture of you and your name and info staring back at you from it.

“you’ll also need it for photocopying, printing and such, you won’t tend to need to access any special rooms, or anything so don’t worry too much, but any you do need to…and have access to, will open with this too” she continues.

You nod along to her, taking it from her grasp and smiling nervously. She must have noticed your nerves because she continued.

“don’t be nervous, it’s all quite easy really, and the girls upstairs are nice enough” she tells you, a pretty tilt to her head as she does, “you should head up now, Mari will be waiting for you on the 24th floor”

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[whenanafallsinlove]

BNHA CHARACTERS X GN! READER; - how they would act with a foreign s/o headcanons﹗

﹗warnings: none, pure fluff! :D

a/n: not proof read! Sorry if it's a little repetitive! Requests are open if you want pt 2 with other characters or fandoms :D

includes: Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari

Katsuki Bakugou:

definitely learns how to cook typical foods from your country

calls you dumbass if you mess up a sentence in japanese

likes to correct your pronunciation and grammar

if you typically eat a lot of spicy foods in your country, you two will challenge each other on who eats the most spice

he likes when you speak in your language

he told you he wanted to learn your language with the excuse that it would make him a better hero

but he wants to learn it because he is just nosy

specially after hearing you saying his name during a call with your family, and not understanding what you told them about him

you told him that if he wanted to know, he would have to learn your language

he obviously takes that as a challenge and learns a lot very quickly (and he's unsurprisingly good too)

Shoto Todoroki:

would be eager to help you learn japanese

he would surprise you by learning your language too

asks you to cook your favorite typical meals for him to try

if you were feeling homesick, he would search online and buy you a bunch of your country’s typical candy

gets embarassed when you catch him listening to podcasts to learn your language

he's like super proud of having a foreign s/o

he will bring the fact that you're from another country every chance he gets

when he brings you to meet his family, he's mortified when his father asks something stupid/stereotypical about your country

when you started dating, one of the first things he asked you was the cultural differences when dating in your country

just to make sure you were on the same page, and also to take into account important gestures that would be meaningful for you

Sero Hanta:

he would compliment you and use pet names in your language

he watched a tik tok of “trying typical candy from my s/o’s country!” and immediately asked you to do it

starts to listen to music in your language!

often asks you to teach him some phrases in your language, but gets frustrated when he just can’t get a grasp on the pronunciation

duolingo is secretly his best friend

admires you for knowing more than one language

would buy anything related to your country and gift it to you,

he sees a postcard at the store with a photo from your country? he buys it; he sees a fridge magnet from your contry? he gets it; he sees a turism magazine with 'top 10 places to visit this year' and your country's name on it, he's already checking out with it

he just wants to make you feel at home with him too

constantly checks on you to make sure you're not homesick

Denki Kaminari:

asks you A LOT about your country, specially the differences between where you are from and where you live now

he’s like a kid, always grabbing random stuff and asking “how do call… in your country?”

begs you to teach him how to curse in you language

probably tries to learn how to dance to music from your country

when you facetime your family he likes to greet them with the three words you have taught him

celebrates your important national festivities with you

he starts to follow and watch entertainment content in your language, claiming he starts to understand it (he does not)

everytime you cook something from your country, he asks you to make some for him too

claims that your voice and personality change when you speak in your language

[ajortga]

comfort person

pairing: sam carpenter x female reader

summary: sammy spends time with you after a long day, giving you all the love money can't buy.

word count: 1.7k+

a/n: first sam fic, just had this idea and plan on writing more of her later on. more jenna fics will be out soon:). thank you for 600 followers<3

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Sam is greeted with the sight of your figure waddling to her after school, her hands making way to her helmet that protects her head. As she takes it off and feels the cool breeze flow through her hair, she her heart strings tug when your smile widens and you walk faster to her.

“Hi, baby,” she says, kissing your forehead gently while playing with your hair. Her arms wrap around you as soon as she places her helmet against the seating of her motorcycle.

Immediately you cling onto her, burying your face into her chest because that’s the only place your head can reach. Her scent invades your senses, sweet and slightly musky from her leather jacket.

Sam peppers kisses against your hair, stroking it softly. It warms her heart (that’s meant to be tough) seeing your slightly grumpy façade melt as soon as her protective arms wrap around you. But, could you not say the same for her? Seeing the way your girlfriend’s eyes soften like ice cream on a hot summer day. Sam isn’t the closed off person that your best friends see, not your Sammy.

She’s the sweetest, making you melt into her arms whenever you have a bad day, cuddles and kisses at night, soothing tummy rubs for bad stomach aches. 

“Hi, Sammy.” You look up at her, eyes a little tired with her arms snug around your waist as she brushes a strand away from your face, studying you.

She softly smiles at you, rubbing your cheek. “Tired?” She asks, a little worried.

You nod, “Just a little. Too many tests.”

“That’s not good,” the taller girl says, voice etched with concern. “You were up studying.” She pauses for a moment, before lifting you on the motorcycle seat, behind her. “What about this? I’ll make you feel better, are you willing to go somewhere or do you want to stay home? I have a surprise.”

You murmur incoherently against her chest, a few muffled words before saying, “Mm willing to go somewhere.”

Sam kisses your forehead, “Okay, hold onto me. When we get home I’ll give you all the cuddles in the world, cook you dinner, and turn on your favorite movie. It’s Friday anyway.”

Your girlfriend turns around and places her helmet on your head, making sure that you’re safe and comfortable before taking off, a soft vroom sounding.

You drive through the buildings and city of Woodsboro, people spilling coffee, apartments into view, parties beginning to happen as you cling onto Sam’s waist.

A turn here, brake here, vroom there. Your eyes close, nuzzling into Sam’s back. It’s not long before you two come to a stop when you open your eyes. 

“Build-A-Bear?” you question, looking at your girlfriend who is grinning at you.

“You know I can’t ignore the way you keep checking on my phone if that Pochacco plush is sold out, right? My whole search history is, “Pochacco plush build a bear” or “Is Pochacco still at Build-A-Bear stores?” Don’t even get me started with, “Why is Pochacco build-a-bear stuffed animal so expensive on eBay?” So we’re going to find that stuffed animal.” Sam scrunches her nose, seeing the way you embarrassingly smile.

For some reason, Sam’s internet on her phone works better than yours, so you catch yourself desperate to see if your Build-A-Bear plush you wanted is still out of stock online.

She ties the helmet on your head against the handles of her motorcycle, extending her hand for you to hold.

You take it as you both walk into the store. “I don’t understand how your phone works faster than mine, Sammy. You barely use it!” 

Sam rolls her eyes, “Not my fault that the wifi just favorites me, mi vida. Come on, we’re gonna get you that plushie.”

Your arm clings onto hers as you place your head on her shoulder, a way for you to show your affection. It’s always sweet to Sam, seeing your clinginess whenever you’re with her. You're skipping with her, teeth shown in a toothy, happy smile.

She doesn’t understand how you do it, she’s supposed to be closed-off to everyone except for Tara. Her sister even has to tease her for it because she finds herself buying flowers for you and making a Spotify playlist for you. “It’s cute, Sam.” Tara assures her, pinching her shoulder.

Sam holds the door for you, in which you immediately cling back onto her. Cool breeze surrounded you both from the AC, the comfy atmosphere of stuffed animals and outfits. You drag her to the Sanrio section where Pochaccos were waiting for you.

Before she could even speak, you turned to her, holding an unstuffed Pochacco while wearing puppy eyes. A smile cracks onto her face as she pulls you into her chest, “Is that all you want? Shouldn’t we get him some clothes so he isn’t.. You know, unclothed?”

“Naked,” you correct, looking up when she rolls her eyes and nods. “Yes, naked. Do you have to make me say it?”

You sniff, “Yes, I do actually. Okay, help me choose the clothes, Sammy!”

As you two hold on to each other while looking at the colorful clothing, she gently circles her thumb against your palm. She reluctantly agrees when you ask her to have her speak for the voice box. You didn’t want to sleep without hearing her. But sometimes, she had to work late, and this was a cute option.

Sam goes through the clothes, pulling out a purple bikini, “What about this one?”

You stare at it, before bursting out into a laugh. “Sammy, Pochacco is a boy! He can’t wear a bikini!”

“Oh yeah? Says who, Y/N? This is a free country!” She argues while your head is buried into her chest, the scent of musk from her leather jacket filling your senses.

“Yes it’s a free country! But I was wanting Pochacco to wear something that fit his personality!”

She sighs, relenting as she puts away the bikini. “I thought our Pochacco would look very fashionable wearing a purple bikini. Oh!” She pulls out a flying ace outfit, with pilot goggles and a fluffy brown bomber jacket. “This one?”

Sam knows she made the right choice as you give her a toothy grin. A grin that makes her smile too. “Okay! Yay! That one.” You watch when she helps you carry the outfits and your bags. 

“How about we get him some overalls too? He can’t always go out wearing the same outfit, can he?”

“I guess not,” you sigh dramatically, “Overalls would be very cute.”

You two dig through the outfits before being able to find the jean overalls. “I have another idea for an outfit we should get.” 

Your girlfriend turns to you while grabbing a pair of tiny overalls, “Oh?” She tilts her head, “What would that be, mi vida?”

The tall brunette feels your hands untangle from hers before you run away, coming back 10 seconds later with your nose scrunched, holding a familiar purple bikini. Her eyes gleam, grinning at you. “Told you, fashionable.”

You roll your eyes.

~

By the time you two are about to checkout, you both are holding a lot of outfits. (Sam insisted as she got your stuffy shoes, hats, scarfs, hell, even a dress.) It made your cheeks burn as you had to look away from her to not let a smile break throughout your face when she was looking for a “I love Sam” or “I love Y/N” shirt. Unfortunately, she had to resort to a “I love you” shirt instead. 

Your forehead is peppered with kisses when you both are in line. You let the sweetness of Sam comfort you as you nuzzle her, burying your body against her.

“Talk about a cute couple,” the two girls say behind you, jealousy and admiration in their tone. 

You two get to a register as Sam pays. Next thing you know, the Pochacco is taken out of your hand to be stuffed. A soft whirring sound buzzes from the stuffing station, fuzz flying in the large container with a bear to decorate on top. You shiver from the AC that is starting to get a little too chilly.

Sam smiles down at you, her fingers threading through your hair. They begin to stuff your Pochacco, his body starting to inflate until it looks like a cute puppy. 

“All done!” The worker says, handing the puppy to you with a sweet smile. 

The cute face stares back at you as you hug him tight, a soft song playing when you squeeze him.

“I’ll get the custom voice box tonight, promise.” Sam says, draping her leather jacket over you, catching the way you begin to feel cold. 

“I love you,” you whisper, letting her kiss you softly. You hold Pochacco up for her to hold, the leather sleeves slightly oversized. You two leave the store and sit against a chair together.

He’s cute, Sam thinks, squishing him gently as you two begin to dress him. You start him with some overalls, black converse, and a heart headband. She notices how you look so happy. It makes her heart squeeze. 

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you some cinnamon rolls, okay? Then we can cuddle up and watch a movie when we get home.” Your arm links with hers as you both head back to the motorcycle, Sam making sure to stay on the side with the cars on them as you two walk.

The rest of the day, you spend time cuddling in bed with a fluffy blanket wrapped around you two. You don't let your stuffed animal go whatsoever. (Sam doesn't want to admit that you brought an extra chair to make the fluffy creature sit at dinner.)

"An extra meatball for him," You point at Pochacco as she sighs, pouring some spaghetti on a small plate.

-

Whenever Sam comes home late, she's greeted with the sight of you, hugging the plushie and squeezing the voice box like you'll die if you don't hear her.

"Hi, sweetheart. Just wanted to let you know that I love you and miss you. Hold tight, I'm always thinking about you and will give you so many cuddles when I get home, okay? I love you mi vida."

You sniff, burying your face into the plushie as you keep squeezing the arm, a different lullaby of Sam playing every time.

[hayakawalove]

The Perfect Present

Summary: You and Satoru think of what to get Suguru for his birthday. What do you get a man who doesn't ask for much? (It's sex)

A/N: And if you look at your calendar, you'll see that the date is February 3rd (it's not) (pretend it is). Another poly satosugu fic for the books. I'm a bit worried my presentation of reader and Gojo's relationship is coming off bad... In all the fics I have for them, their relationship has a heavy emphasis on teasing each other and just being light. I hope it doesn't seem like I don't love him as much, or that he and reader don't like each other. Comments always appreciated!

CW: Smut, Polyamory, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Oral Sex, Finger Sucking, Spit Kink, Hair-pulling, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Dom/sub, Masturbation, Come Swallowing, Nipple Play, Creampie, Dom Suguru, Sub Reader and Gojo, Fem Reader, AFAB Reader

W/C: 4,028

Credit to Benkeibear for the banner

A low clicking sound is the only noise in your living room. You have your feet kicked up on Satoru’s lap, the heat of his laptop resting on top of your shins. 

“What about a necklace?” You break the silence, fiddling with your shirt. 

Satoru hums, backing out of yet another online store. The two of you were looking for a birthday present for Suguru, a notoriously hard task. 

It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful. He was too grateful, that was the issue. He liked everything you got him, his face always breaking into a smile even if you bought him something he already had. This year you and Satoru wanted to get something he would love. 

“This is hard.” Satoru drops his head back. 

You look up towards him. His hair was messy as he kept tugging at it as he browsed the internet. Satoru looks back down and furrows his brows, rapidly clicking his mouse. 

“This is so annoying, I keep getting adverts that are basically soft porn.” 

You lift a brow at him, admiring his face. 

“They say ads are algorithmic. Maybe stop searching up soft porn and you won’t get them.” 

Satoru scowls at you, pinching your leg. You yelp and watch as he runs his fingers through his pale hair again. 

“I don’t look that stuff up, why would I need to? I have you and Suguru, my own personal porn stars.” 

Your lips twitch in response. You rarely got embarrassed by Satoru anymore, but occasionally he would say something that left you reeling. 

And he wasn’t really wrong. You did feel like a porn star for the two men at times, ready to perform for them at any given second. 

An idea pops in your head. 

“Satoru, what if we let Suguru do whatever he wants for a day?” 

Satoru grins and backs out of the page he’s on. 

“I’m listening.” 

~~~

Your skin prickles in anticipation as your legs cramp below you. You were sitting on your knees, a dull pain beginning to take root in your muscles. The lingerie you were wearing was digging into your sides, the sensation mildly uncomfortable. You knew it was worth it though. You never wore lingerie for Suguru, so you were filled with excitement at how he would react. 

Satoru whines beside you, running his finger underneath the strap that bit into his chest. You told him he didn’t have to wear lingerie too, but he insisted. Wanted to match you, he said. 

“I’m home!” You hear Suguru’s voice call out. Butterflies fill your stomach as anxiety starts to take form in your stomach. 

You and Satoru were in your bedroom, waiting for Suguru to find you. Satoru was practically bouncing up and down in excitement. You can hear Suguru set down his backpack, before filling up a glass of water. 

What if he thought you looked stupid? 

You knew he wouldn’t, but the fear gnawed at you nonetheless. 

“Where are you guys?” Suguru asks, footsteps getting louder as he makes his way to the bedroom. 

You hold your breath as the door knob turns, revealing Suguru. His expression turns from confused to hazy as he notices what you’re wearing. 

“H-happy birthday Suguru.” You attempt to speak loudly, fingers digging into your thighs. 

“What do you think?” Satoru asks, his face lighting up in a smile. 

You notice Suguru’s fingers grip the cup tighter and you wonder for a second if the glass may shatter. 

“What do we have here?” Suguru questions, walking further into the room to set his glass down on the nightstand. 

He comes back around and stands in front of the two of you, head tilted to the side as he watches you. You feel like you’re being assessed, graded on your posture and by the stillness of your body. 

“It’s your birthday, we wanted to celebrate you.” You say meekly. 

Suguru lifts up a hand that you nuzzle into, your cheek smooshing against his palm. 

“Is that right?” He asks, lifting his other hand to caress Satoru’s face. 

Suguru leans forward to place a kiss on Satoru’s lips. The act is a bit aggressive, you’re able to see a wince form on Satoru’s face. You would think he hated the rough treatment if not for the low groan escaping his throat. 

When Suguru pulls back, Satoru’s face is tinged a dark pink. Anticipation begins to build up in your stomach, taking a physical form by leaking between your legs. Suguru turns his head to you, locking his lips against yours. He kisses you much softer, always bordering on the line of not enough. 

You wanted him to be rough with you. 

You wanted him to ruin you. 

He pulls away the second you feel your oxygen depleting. There are stars in his dark eyes, shining as his gaze flicks back and forth between you two. You can practically see his mind churning, thinking about what he wanted to do. 

Satoru’s panting beside you already and you almost feel sorry at the sad sight. It wasn’t about him tonight, but you wanted to help ease the ache between his legs. You knew he was feeling it, because you were feeling it too. 

“What am I going to do with you…” Suguru speaks under his breath. 

Satoru raises his hand, brushing it against the front of Suguru’s pants. He’s about to start unbuttoning them before Suguru grabs his wrist, fingers digging into Satoru’s pale skin. 

“I think you should ask first, don’t you?” 

The oxygen is sucked out from the air around you, and your throat immediately feels dry. Satoru is trembling beside you, probably from excitement. You couldn’t blame him. 

“Can we suck your cock?” Satoru asks. 

“I don’t think you asked politely enough. Try again.” Suguru looks unamused as he stares at Satoru.

Satoru whimpers before his hand falls limp in Suguru’s hold. 

“Can we please suck your cock, sir?” 

Suguru cracks a grin, releasing Satoru’s wrist. He’s immediately fumbling to unbuckle Suguru’s pants, the heat of the room rising. 

Satoru pulls Suguru’s pants down, eyes wide as he gazes upon the bulge. You were barely able to stay still at the sight. Satoru peels his underwear off, mouth dropping open once Suguru’s cock falls out. He places a lick at the bottom, dragging his tongue until he reaches the top. Suguru’s face remains neutral as he watches Satoru. You bite down on the inside of your cheek, scooting closer to the two. 

The heat radiating from Satoru was almost scorching your skin. When he pulls back, you’re able to see the saliva shining on Suguru’s cock in the low light. Irresistible. Satoru groans as he pushes his mouth all the way down, nose being met with a mess of curly black hair. Tonight wasn’t about you either, but you almost felt like it was. The sight of the two was almost too good to be true. 

You release a quiet whine, thighs shuffling beneath your body. You’re getting impatient now as you watch Satoru indulge himself. 

Suguru’s eye flick over to you and a coo slips from his lips. His large hand combs through the crown of your hair, the warmth of his palm seeping through your scalp. 

“I know baby, Satoru’s hogging all the fun, isn’t he?” 

Your brows furrow as your teeth dig in your lip, nodding up at Suguru. He coos once more before using his other hand, threading his fingers through Satoru’s hair and yanking him off his cock. A gasp of air is released from his mouth as he winces, following the motion of Suguru’s hand so as to not cause more pain. 

“Good pets know how to share.” Suguru scolds. 

You wait for permission as you look up at Suguru. You can practically see the hearts swimming in his eyes, but they may just be a reflection of your own. 

“Take it.” Suguru says. 

You scoot forward and wrap your lips around Suguru’s cock, Satoru’s saliva mixing with yours. It’s a filthy sight, the way you look kneeling before Suguru. Satoru’s panting beside you, hair still being pulled by Suguru. 

You allow your tongue to slide down, caressing the sensitive skin on Suguru. He shows no emotion that may tell you he’s enjoying himself, but that only makes you want to try harder. Tears leak from your eyes as you force yourself down even more, the weight of his heavy cock causing your jaw to ache. 

Suguru’s eyes are cold and calculating as he watches you. There’s a pit growing in your stomach, the urge to make him come undone stronger than anything you had ever felt before. If it was Satoru in front of you, you would be gifted with a slurry of groans and curse words. They balanced each other out, you guess. 

“You guys got all pretty for me?” Suguru asks, eyes drawn to the way your lips were wrapped around him. 

Satoru has to speak up a bit louder than normal in order to talk above the sounds of you choking on Suguru. 

“Yes sir.” Satoru plays nice, face still wincing at the pain shooting through his head. 

You can’t breathe. You aren’t sure you want to, either. The lack of oxygen is going straight to your pussy, a throbbing beginning to start. Suguru must notice the twitching of your fingers. He notices everything. 

“Satoru, you wanna be a good boy for me?” 

“Depends-“ Satoru gasps as Suguru yanks his hair tighter. 

“Why don’t you get yourselves ready?” It’s not a question even though Suguru poses it as such. 

He releases Satoru and allows him to move closer to you. You feel the ghost of a kiss against your shoulder, Satoru’s lips brushing against your exposed skin. You break out in goosebumps as you thrust your mouth over Suguru’s cock, a mix of salty precum beginning to drip down your throat. 

Satoru’s hand glides over the skin of your thighs, parting them for you. Once his fingers make contact with your clothed clit, you jump, a moan muffled around Suguru. Suguru runs his hand through your hair, soothing you as you suck his cock. 

Satoru buries his middle finger in your slit, molding the lingerie to your dripping pussy. He rubs over it several times before pulling his finger back, sliding it in his mouth before hooking the fabric, easing his finger into you. The stretch is delicious as he dives his finger inside, thrusting in twice before sliding in another finger. As he does this, he uses his other hand to wrap around his cock, rubbing it through his garments. 

The two of you are moaning, filling the room with pornographic sounds. Suguru looks entranced as he watches you two. You wanted tonight to be for him, but it was starting to feel like you and Satoru were having the most fun. Then again, you felt as though Suguru got even more pleasure watching you both, controlling when and how you were getting off. 

Satoru pulls his cock out, tugging it at the same pace he finger fucked you. Satoru’s fingers slide against your sensitive walls, fucking you even though your tight pussy was practically holding him in place. You try to stop yourself from grinding against his hand, desperate to not appear any more pathetic than you already felt. Satoru’s cock is wet and hard, the sounds of his hand sliding down nearly echoing. 

Suguru’s lips are parted as he stares down at you. Something akin to pride blooms in your chest as you look up at him. 

“Is she ready?” Suguru asks, reaching up to let his hair fall down. 

Satoru’s brows are furrowed as he groans, reaching his fingers deep inside you. You dig your nails into Suguru’s thighs, craving for more. 

Suguru pulls back, releasing your mouth from him. You’re finally able to get fresh air, your throat already sore from the rough treatment. You heave as you look up at him, completely disregarding the obscene strings of saliva connecting you to his cock. 

“You look so pretty, don’t you baby?” Suguru says, leaning over to swipe the spit from your face. 

“Y-yes sir.” The only thing on your mind is him. How can you make him feel good?

Suguru coos and helps you to your feet. It’s borderline tortuous to have Satoru’s fingers slide out of you. He also winces in disappointment, popping the fingers in his mouth. You get on your hands and knees on the bed, shoving your ass out to signal how badly you needed contact. 

You can feel the burn of Suguru’s stare on your body, and you’re trembling with excitement. His large hand comes up to graze across your sensitive flesh, eliciting a soft groan. Suguru grips your ass and spreads it, sliding his cock between you before easing himself inside your pussy. 

Satoru’s fingers did warm you up, but you weren’t so sure it was enough. Your mouth drops open and your body tenses up, pussy almost pushing him back out. 

“Hey, hey, relax baby. You gotta loosen up for me. It’s my birthday, remember?” Suguru speaks. 

You whine and try to force your muscles to comply. The action gives Suguru the ability to slip in completely. 

“Fuck.” Suguru moans, digging his fingers in your ass. 

You aren’t able to see, but Satoru is standing next to Suguru, a frown plastered on his face. 

“What’s wrong Satoru?” Suguru appeases him. 

“I, I need-“ Satoru can’t get the words out, he’s grabbing his cock as he tries to figure out how to ask for what he wants. 

Suguru pulls back slightly, before shoving myself back in. You let out a sharp gasp and drop your face into the bed. 

“Why don’t you tell me what you need?” It sounds like a trap with the way Suguru asks it, his voice sickly sweet but his eyes dark. 

Suguru grabs Satoru’s cock, rubbing it a couple times as he stares at him. He paused his movements in you, his cock completely still as it rested deep inside you. You’re close to fucking yourself on him, your anticipation gripping you like a vice. Satoru’s breathing heavily behind you, his hand holding Suguru’s arm. 

“Need more, please.” Usually Satoru would fight back, but he was a pile of mush today. He must really want it bad. 

“Such a good boy today.” 

Suguru speaks, grinning as Satoru almost doubles over. Satoru lets out a groan, thrusting his hips forward to meet Suguru’s palm. Suguru starts to fuck into you at a leisurely pace, his cock grazing your sensitive walls. You try to remind yourself that it’s his birthday, that this isn’t for you, but your patience is waning. His cock is still keeping you stuffed, nearly full to the brim, but just like Satoru you wanted more. You wanted him to bring his hips back only to slam into you so hard you couldn’t breathe. 

“Why don’t you use the front, you’ll let him do that won’t you sweetheart?” The question is aimed at you, but it’s hard to respond with your mind being clouded with need. 

“Mhm.” Your face is smashed in the bed, as you breathe deeply trying to collect yourself. 

Suguru lets go of Satoru, watching as he stumbles to the bed. When he gets on top, he sits on his knees in front of you. Suguru reaches up and laces his hand through your hair, yanking it back to expose your face to Satoru. The action is painful, a low groan falling past your lips as you try to focus on Satoru. His face is bright red above you, his leaky tip inches from your lips. Your stomach twists at the sight, he looked so fucking good. You stick out your tongue, hoping it will distract you from the desire seeping in your core. 

“I’ve neglected you, I’m sorry.” Suguru murmurs, smoothing your ass with one hand. 

He pulls back and thrusts into you hard, jolting you forward. It was exactly what you needed. Satoru takes the opportunity to slide his cock in your mouth, moaning at the warmth that coats him. It’s getting hard to breathe between Suguru slamming into you, his pace slow but forceful, and Satoru’s cock filling up every inch of your mouth. If you listen closely enough, you’re able to hear Suguru’s soft moans behind you. Satoru’s precum is salty as it slides down your tongue. Suguru’s the one who sets the pace for you, his hand still gripping your head. He controls how your mouth moves, smirking to himself when he sees Satoru’s fingers twitch. 

Each time Suguru presses into you, his cock pushes against the sensitive spot in your walls that leaves you breathless. He knew your body like the back of his hand, his touch never failing to leave you reeling. You can hardly focus on Satoru’s cock, moans spilling from your lips at the way Suguru stretches you. Your jaw aches from keeping it open, tears beginning to well up in your eyes from the pain of Satoru’s cock nudging the back of your throat. You aren’t sure how much longer he’s going to last, his whimpers filling the room as he tosses his head back, his face almost completely pink. Suguru pushes your head down at a faster pace, breathless chuckles following once he hears you struggling for air. You swirl your tongue underneath Satoru’s cock, as your head bobs along his cock. 

“Suguru…” Satoru moans not your name, but the name of the man behind you. 

The name of the man who controls the two of you like puppets, created only for his pleasure. 

“Feel good?” Suguru asks, his face briefly pinching up. 

Satoru’s stomach is flexing above you, you can see it through the expensive lingerie that donned his body. 

“So, s-so good-“ Satoru’s precum is dribbling down your throat, and you have to continuously swallow. 

“I know, she’s perfect.” Suguru voice is almost muffled in your ears, your mind swimming. “You gonna cum?” 

“Yes, need to cum, need to-“ Satoru’s voice breaks off into a loud moan. 

He’s holding back, you can tell. 

“Oh you need to? You have a lot of needs today, don't you think that’s weird if you’re celebrating my birthday?” 

Your walls clench around Suguru at the harshness of his words. You hope he won’t point it out, you aren’t sure you could handle the humiliation from him right now. You might cum on the spot. 

“Please,” Satoru sobs. 

Suguru hums, his hands full of the flesh in front of him. He kneads your ass as he talks. 

“Please, please, Suguru I’m gonna!”

Suguru’s breathing picks up behind you. He’s getting off on this. He likes knowing Satoru needs him. He likes hearing him groan his name, even though he isn’t touching him. 

“Alright, alright.” Suguru slams your head all the way down, the action nearly bruising the back of your throat. 

Satoru moans loudly, his breathing stuttering as cum begins to shoot out into your mouth. You choke at first before you regain your barings. 

“Don’t swallow.” Suguru tells you. 

Suguru pulls you off Satoru’s cock once he sees Satoru regain composure. Suguru pulls you up until his toned chest is pressing into your sweaty back. He tilts your face towards his, digging his fingers into your jaw and pressing his lips against you. The cum leaks from the corner of your lips as Suguru laps it from your mouth, desperate for a taste of Satoru. His hips stop as he kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth. His breath is heavy as it mixes with yours. 

Suguru pulls back, admiring your face before pressing down on your back, shoving you into the bed. You yelp as he starts to thrust into you again, your walls sensitive from all the constant teasing. 

“Taste so f-fucking good Satoru.” Suguru moans, holding your hips as he fucks into you. 

Suguru’s pace is steady now that he’s able to fully focus on you. He reaches his hand around and slides his fingers onto your pussy, circling your clit. You moan into the bed as he presses into you. Overwhelming, Suguru was overwhelming. 

“Satoru, get under her.” 

The two men move your body until Satoru is laying beneath you, bright blues looking up as his hand caresses your face. You whimper as you look down at him. He leans up to press his lips against yours, silencing all your sounds. You try to force your body to remain stable on your two wobbly arms, but your body was feeling useless. His tongue slides against your bottom lip, diving in the second your mouth opens. He tangles it with yours, his eyes rolling back once he tastes the remnants of his cum. Satoru slides his hand down your body, grazing against your chest. His fingers take advantage of your hardened nipples as he pinches them. Suguru breathes in a sharp breath when your pussy clenches around him. 

Each part of your body was being stimulated by the two men, your senses nearly burning out from the pleasure. Satoru pulls away, looking up at you as he continues to tease your chest. His eyes are closely monitoring each of your reactions, lips parted as he watches. 

Suguru strokes your clit, speeding up once he starts fucking you faster. Moans were falling from your lips now that you were unrestricted. You knew you were going to cum soon, and it scared you knowing that the men would be able to keep this up for endless amounts of hours. 

“Good, s-so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You sob, forcing your eyes shut. 

Suguru slams into you, groaning at the intermittent squeezing of your walls. His cock is drenched in your lust, the lubrication making it all the more easier to thrust into you. 

Satoru continues to play with your nipples, switching between sliding his thumbs over them and pinching them. He’s mesmerized as he watches your face twist in pleasure, nearly jealous that Suguru’s the one who’s balls deep inside of you. 

Suguru’s circling your clit as he feels himself get closer and closer to the edge. He wants you to cum first. 

You let out a long moan as you tighten around Suguru, so much so that it’s hard for him to continue fucking you. You cum on his cock, Satoru refusing to stop touching you. You cum so hard you nearly black out, almost afraid that your arms would give out on you, causing you to fall onto Satoru. 

“Fuck, that’s it baby, come on.” Suguru murmurs, his breathing more labored. 

He pulls his fingers away once you settle down and reaches them forward to stick into Satoru’s mouth. You get a front row seat as Satoru licks Suguru’s fingers, groaning at the taste. Once he’s finished, Suguru leans back to hold onto you. His pace is irregular, letting you know that he was close. You stare into Satoru’s eyes, maintaining eye contact. Suguru pushes into you, his hips stuttering as he starts to cum. He isn’t as noisy as Satoru, but the sounds he makes still travel to your ears, the low moaning making your body melt. Suguru stays inside you for a couple of moments, wincing when he pulls out. He admires the cum filling your hole, looking around to find something to clean you up with. Satoru brushes your hair back and slides from underneath you, appreciating your trembling figure on the bed. 

Suguru cleans you up, carefully helping you lay down. 

“I love you.” Satoru grabs Suguru’s wrist, pressing his lips against his. 

“I love you too.” Suguru says. 

You look up at the two men, your bottom lip jutting out. Satoru chuckles and Suguru’s lips spread into a soft smile. 

“I love you too.” Satoru aims towards you. 

Suguru repeats the sentiment, your cheeks hurting from how hard you’re smiling. 

The two men make their way to the bed, and instead of sandwiching you in the middle, Satoru waits until Suguru lays down before he lays on his other side. 

“Can we sing to you now?” Satoru asks. 

“Please don’t.” 

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[mandarinmoons]

Hi! So what about BAU!Reader and Spencer are fresh into their relationship. Like weeks into it. Reader is just as shy and nerdy as Spencer was in early seasons. (This can be any season of Spencer) anyways it’s Spencer’s birthday and Spencer begs reader to not buy anything for him so instead she knits him a replica of Dr. Who scarf because she remembers him mentioning to Garcia he was trying to find the perfect replica for his Dr. Who cosplay (7x23 when Garcia and Spencer go to that convention) so reader, who never watched it before, watches the entire series while knitting the scarf bc she knows how much Spencer loves Dr. Who and she wanted to understand his interests more. Maybe she makes herself a matching scarf or hand warmers in the process. And then she’s like “I have a ton of questions about the series though” and pulls out a notebook of her questions as she’s asking them Spencer realizes she’s THE ONE and it’s all just fluff and two nerds in love 🥰

I've never consumed any content about Doctor Who so I'm sorry if this is a bit vague BUT the idea was so cute so I had to give it a shot x

You and Spencer were both nerds, it’s what drew you two together and keeps you both joined at the hip. Even though you two had been together for less than eight weeks, both of you had your eyes on one another for a good while. When mutual feelings were finally admitted the only thing different from before was that you got to hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek comfortably without having to worry if it’ll make the other person uncomfortable.

Spencer’s birthday was coming up and with Spencer being the way that he is, he was adamant about not letting you splurge on his big day. You were a bit annoyed by it because a part of you did want to go out and treat your special boy the way he deserved to be treated. However, you did not want to argue with him so you decided to get a bit creative.

Long before the relationship had been established, Spencer had talked about how he was searching for a replica of the Doctor Who scarf for his cosplay. Knitting was something you had learned before, although it had been quite a few years since you last picked it up, you decided to try it out again and hopefully make Spencer’s face gleam with joy.

After digging out your old knitting needles and yarn you looked up some tutorials online to familiarize yourself with your old hobbie. A few hours and some messy pathworks later, you managed to remind yourself of how everything went down and began work on the scarf. Luckily the pattern wasn’t difficult at all and as you began working away you thought about looking up the show and getting a feel for what Spencer talks about all the time.

After many weeks and countless trips to the store to get more yarn the scarf was finished and you were both excited and nervous to hand it over to Spencer. A million thoughts ran in your head as he undid the bow on the carefully packed present and removed the scarf from the paper, his eyes went wide and he was speechless for a whole minute.

“Y/N, how did you…”

“Surprise?” you chuckled and Spencer was still speechless, he ran his thumbs over the carefully knitted garment. He wrapped it over his neck and walked over to the mirror to have a closer look, his heart was melting over how you took so much time and effort to make him this. He walked over to you and placed his arms around you in a bone crushing hug which only made you laugh.

“I’m so glad you like it.”

“Like it? That doesn’t even come close to how I feel about it, I love it.”

Spencer held your cheeks as he kissed you and as you parted a thought came to your mind.

“Oh also, I watched a bit of the show!”

“Really? Did you like it?”

“Mhm, I have a few questions though, firstly…”

As you went on about your questions regarding the show Spencer stared at you while a smile crept on his face. He loved how you took interest in anything he was fascinated in, and in return he would do it with your interests as well, it was one of the ways you both showed love to one another.

Spencer guided you back to the couch, pulling you to his lap as he cleared his throat and explaining the questions you just layed out for him. You looked up at him and nodded along as he got into the topic and you were reminded of one of the reasons why you fell for him in the first place, his passion, and that same passion grew now that he had someone like you in his life.

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Valentine's Day may be 27 days away, but that doesn't mean you can't celebrate right now! This fic is about your relationship with a certain clown named Art and a romantic getaway. But remember, with him you get roughness and softness, the best of both worlds. This is my first long fic and it's very kinky but I hope you all enjoy! (NSFW 18+, TW for cutting)

Word count: ~6200

It was the Friday before the weekend you had been waiting for. It had been a bit of a struggle to get your boss to accept your time off request, but after some convincing, they finally acquiesced. One weekend off won’t hurt, you thought to yourself, especially after all the hard work you had put in during the holidays. It was the middle of January now, and there weren’t that many customers coming into the department store anyways. 

You were in the breakroom standing by the sink and sipping a cup of coffee when one of your coworkers came in and started chatting with you. You both talked about how nice it was to finally be able to relax a little after the rush of the holiday shopping season. The conversation then shifted to what you were planning to do during your time off. “I’m not entirely sure, I’ll have to see. Do you have any ideas?” you asked, stirring the coffee stirrer in a counterclockwise direction. A grin appeared on your coworker’s face and she responded, “Why don’t you go to The Pines? It’s this hotel up north with great views and the reviews about it were good! My husband and I were doing some searching online for where to go during summer vacation, as we always plan way in advance, and we’re set now! You should definitely go this weekend! A-a-a-nd you can go with your mystery man who you still haven’t told us about and have a nice enjoyable time!” She winked and playfully elbowed you in the arm. You let out a soft chuckle. This mystery man you who had been dating for a few weeks now would remain a mystery to your coworkers for the foreseeable future. You were a private person and didn’t want your nosy coworkers, especially this one, to know who you were dating. Though eventually, they did end up finding out. This time, however, you were with someone that no amount of explaining would make sense to them as to why you were with him. This someone was a clown.

You remember the first time you met Art. It was a cold late December evening and you were washing dishes. You stared out the window and watched the cars pass by on the street. A blanket of snow covered the neighborhood, and everything glowed softly under the warm orange streetlights. You had the same routine everyday: eat dinner at 6 pm, watch whatever was on the television for a few hours, and then go to sleep at 8 pm. Your routine was like a grandmother’s, but you liked it, especially since most of your life you felt like you had lacked one. Life was more in order now. You turned off the faucet and wringed out the sponge when you heard some noise coming from the back of the house. It sounded like someone was going through your trash. You felt a bit uneasy but wiped your hands on your jeans and started walking towards the sliding glass door that faced the backyard. You pushed the curtains back, turned on the outdoor light, and opened the door. What you saw surprised you. 

It was a man dressed in a black and white clown costume covered head to toe in blood sifting through the large recycling bin propped against the side of the house. You noticed a large black garbage bag on the ground next to his enormous clown shoes and wondered if that was your trash bag. When the light came on, he stopped and turned his head to look at you. You saw he had a little black hat on the left side of his head. He also had a little black dot on the tip of his nose. His mouth and eyes, covered in black paint, widened and he looked more shocked and surprised than you. His mouth then turned into a smile, his teeth horribly rotten and yellowed. He took one hand out of the recycling bin and waved to you. The fingerless gloves were stained with a deep red color and his fingers, also stained with the same color, curled up and down repeatedly. 

You didn’t know what to make of this. Halloween had been over for a while now yet here was a person who clearly hadn’t gotten the message and thought it was funny to act in this unsettling manner. You were about to ask him what he was doing and if he needed help when he suddenly stumbled back a bit. He caught himself by grabbing onto the bin with one hand. The clown put his right hand to his head and looked like he was about to faint. You figured he must have been in some sort of bad accident with all of that blood on him, but he seemed overall fine except for some dizziness. As concerned and scared as you were, your heart was telling you to bring him inside and tend to him. Something about him was enticing. For reasons unknown to you, he reminded you of the animals you had taken care of throughout your childhood: the newborn kitten found abandoned in your grandfather’s rose bushes, the baby pigeon with a broken wing underneath your best friend’s treehouse, and the dog found with a sprained ankle in your middle school’s parking lot. You had nursed them all back to health and were considered a healer by your friends and family. Here was someone that needed help, and it felt wrong to leave him outside or spend extra time waiting for the ambulance which could cause his condition to get even worse, as emergency services in your area took a while to arrive anyways. Though there was a lot of blood, his costume seemed intact and his skin had no visible open wounds. None that you could see at least from where you were standing. The clown frowned and lowered his chin, looking at you with pleading puppy eyes, and then wrapped his arms around himself. He started shivering and then pointed past where you were standing, as if asking you to bring him inside. You saw the bloody footsteps leading from the corner of the house up to him, his shoes having left deep imprints in the snow. You gave in and opened the door wider, moving to the side. The clown’s frown turned into a smile and he gently bent down to pick up the garbage bag. He swung it onto his shoulder, wincing a little. When he reached the entrance, he tipped his tiny hat at you, which made you let out a small laugh. He entered inside and you closed the sliding door behind you. 

Art healed surprisingly fast. You thought feeding him your mother’s chicken noodle soup contributed to that, as it had personally healed you from many illnesses and heartaches you had dealt with throughout your life. You figured out slowly he was like a stray cat, completely avoiding water at first, keeping somewhat of a distance from you, bearing his teeth when he was upset, and giving you the occasional bap with his paw, or hand, when you did something he didn’t like. He also came and went as he pleased, sometimes being there on the couch when you came home from work, and other times having disappeared from the house entirely when you woke up. It was irritating at first that he never spoke. It felt like playing a game every time trying to figure out exactly what he wanted, but over time you understood his facial expressions and hand gestures better. You did like how quiet the house remained even with two people in it now. Not even in your wildest dreams did you think that a 6 foot something clown would show up one day in your backyard and then start living with you, but it ended up happening that way. 

Art brought a new routine to your life, one that became centered around catering to his each and every need. You and Art started getting closer over time. He would leave less often and started being more affectionate, curling up next to you while you watched a movie and wrapping his arms around you. You didn’t know his name but called him Clowny or Mr. Clown. You eventually learned that his name was Art when after you and him were done being intimate, he took a scalpel from his trash bag and cut a slit into your forearm, shoved his finger into it, and wrote out each letter onto your naked stomach. This wasn’t the first time he had used his tools on you, as you learned that nothing made him hornier than the sight of your blood. Your body was one thing, its curves and softness enticing to Art in every way, but to see it bleeding from cuts and scratches that he had caused that he would either lick up using his tongue or have you lick up from his fingers was another. You enjoyed how much pleasure you got from pain, with Art acting like a teacher guiding your mind, body, and soul to new levels of arousal and satisfaction. Your brain raced every time he gave you that look, his eyes becoming halfway closed and his mouth turning into a devilish grin, wondering what he had in store for you. You both complemented each other. Like yin and yang. Like the black and white of his costume.

You were finally off from work and in bed in your fluffy grey pajamas. The website for The Pines hotel was open on your laptop. Art was next to you, cutting into a doll he had gotten from somewhere, probably stolen from a neighbor’s kid or toy store, with a pair of scissors. He had a hacksaw and hammer on the blanket between the both of you. He enjoyed playing with and using his tools in made-up scenarios before he fell asleep. Last night, he took a potato from the fridge, drew a smiley face on it with a black marker, and glued pieces of your hair onto it that he had cut off while you were asleep. He kept injecting it with a large syringe, the liquid eventually leaking out and onto the bed, and then stabbed it multiple times with a rusty knife. After he was happy with the potato's makeover, he threw everything into his garbage bag he kept by the bed and passed right out. Like you, he had a nighttime routine, but unlike you, he was a heavy sleeper. Not even a hurricane could wake him up. 

“Why don’t we stay here over the weekend, Art?” you inquired, pointing at the screen and looking over at his direction. He stopped cutting and examined the screen. You explained to him what they offered and went to the section describing the rooms. You scrolled until something caught your eye: the Honeymoon Suite. The room looked beautiful, with pinks and reds all throughout, and there was even a heart-shaped jacuzzi. Your heart fluttered imagining yourself there with Art. The two of you, embracing each other in a bath of bubbles without a care in the world. He sensed your excitement and clapped his hands together, extending his finger and touching the screen while nodding. Your weekend was set. It was time to pack and head to The Pines tomorrow.

You stepped out of the car with your suitcase in hand and looked ahead at the hotel. It was the late afternoon and the sun had already set. The cold air seeped into your jacket and made you shiver. Art was getting his bag from the trunk. He didn’t pack any extra clothes and was in the same costume that he wore when you first saw him, except now it had been washed. You had offered to go to the store and buy him some new clothes, but he declined, shaking his head and folding his arms across his chest. He didn’t even let you wash his costume again. He was strange, you thought to yourself, but he was yours and you were his. After Art slung the bag over his shoulder, you both headed to the entrance. The hotel was large and reminded you of a ski lodge. Its exterior was eggshell white with pecan brown lines outlining the windows and walls, and the roof was also painted the same brown color. The awning had a sign on the front with the words “The Pines” written in thick black lettering. Two pine trees adorned each side of the sign. As you both walked to the glass lobby door, Art quickly ran forward and opened it for you. He was always chivalrous, something you appreciated and hadn’t seen in any of your exes. You thanked him and entered the lobby, a gust of warm air hitting your face and warming you up immediately. 

You walked to the front desk while Art took a seat at a blue lounge chair, placing his bag in the other chair next to him. Art picked up the orange throw pillow that was on the chair and placed it onto his lap, rubbing his gloved hand up and down on the shiny fabric. The man at the front desk was an older gentleman. His gray hair matched his gray mustache, along with his gray blazer and gray sweater. A gray man indeed. His behavior, however, was anything but dull. He clapped his hands together and exclaimed, “Welcome to The Pines, your very own personal paradise! How can I help you today?” He grinned widely and stared at you, waiting for a response. His name tag read “Mr. Lockwood.” You let out a soft chuckle and responded, “I’m Y/N and I made a reservation yesterday.” Mr. Lockwood clapped his hand together again before searching up your name on the computer. “Ah, I see you’ve booked the Honeymoon Suite! How exciting, a great option indeed! Is your partner here?” You turned around and pointed to Art. Mr. Lockwood looked over at Art and kept his smile. Art looked over at him and waved enthusiastically. Mr. Lockwood let out an uncomfortable chuckle. You quickly said, “We just came back from a…clown convention, yeah! We both had the same outfit on but I got tired of having it on so I changed. Busy day!” You grinned, hoping he would give you the room key already so you could get out of there. Mr. Lockwood glanced again at Art and then looked down at his desk, retrieving the room key. His smile was a bit dimmer than before. He handed it to you saying “Third floor. Once you step off the elevator, walk all the way down. It’s the room at the end of the hall. You two enjoy your stay, and welcome again to The Pines!” 

The Honeymoon Suite looked even better in person. The bed area had pink neon lights built into the white ceiling, making the ceiling and fuchsia-colored walls glow. Thick ruby red curtains adorned the wall behind the bed and the wall-length window past the bed. The floor was covered in soft dark red carpeting, reminding you of velvet. The big circular-shaped bed, underneath a large crystal chandelier, was covered in white cotton sheets adorned with rose petals. Two champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne in a steel bucket sat on a small glass cylindrical bedside table. A pink throne armchair with gold trim was near the table. A flat-screen television was on the wall opposite the bed. You looked to your right and saw that the carpeting ended and a floor of white marble started. The heart-shaped jacuzzi was not far from the bed. It was the same deep red as the curtains and encased in white marble with steps leading to the top. Rose petals were strewn everywhere. A box of chocolates, a bouquet of roses in a clear glass vase, and a bottle of bubble bath sat on an ivory-colored cabinet near the jacuzzi. 

You felt your face get hot, thinking about all the fun you and Art would have here. Before you could look at Art to see his reaction, he pushed you to the side and ran to the bed, dropping his bag on the floor and jumping onto the bed on his back, spreading out his arms as he did. You never did get over how tall he was. Even with such a large bed, his feet touched the ground. You laughed as Art picked up the petals from the bed and threw them in the air above him, each one delicately landing on his face and body. He picked up and threw the petals again, overjoyed with how they danced in the air like tiny fairies before landing back down. 

You gazed at him longingly, tilting your head to the side and examining him as if he was an alluring sculpture at a museum. You hadn’t been with him for that long but he had made your life so much better with his mannerisms and love. Even when he had gotten on your nerves, your frustration melted away when he gave you a light kiss on the cheek or placed his strong hands around your waist as you laid on your back and pulled you closer to him, your legs wrapping tightly around his slender frame as he fucked you with so much passion you saw twinkling lights on the ceiling, same as the chandelier lights in this suite. You loved how focused he was, his rich green eyes transfixed on you and making you feel like you were the only person in the entire universe that existed to him. His fingertips gliding gently over your nipples and legs felt like you were being touched by rose petals, smooth and silky against your skin. He reminded you, however, that roses also have thorns. When you were on all fours with your backside pressed against him, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up, turning your head around and made you watch him carve his name into your lower back, adding a heart around the letters. You felt the blood trickle down until it reached his cock, still throbbing in your ass. He pulled it out and reinserted, using the blood as lube, and went faster and faster until you both came at the same time, the cum and blood mix spilling out from you and onto the floor. You were Art’s property, and he marked and used you as he pleased. You were also his serenity, a calming force in his life that had been up to this point chaotic. When he was feeling particularly upset one day, you offered him a gift that you had received from a friend: a cream-colored stuffed bear with a black bow around its neck. His eyes lit up and he took the bear and snuggled his head on it. Art also enjoyed snuggling his head on your chest and listening to the blood pumping in your heart, the rhythmic beats soothing to him and eventually lulling him into sleep. Remembering these moments almost brought tears into your eyes. No one had ever made you feel the way Art did. His complexity attracted you. You trusted him and offered yourself to him fully and completely, a bond that felt stronger than the strongest glue in the world. You came back to your senses when Art turned the television on and started browsing through the channels, one leg crossed over the other and a hand underneath his chin as he watched each show carefully. You brought your suitcase in and closed the door behind you. 

You and Art had just finished watching a cooking competition. Art himself was very competitive, always running ahead of you to get to bed first or frantically shoving your clothes from the dryer into a basket. While watching the show, he would frown when a judge liked the food of a contestant Art didn’t like and silently laughed when another contestant made a mistake. He would get especially excited seeing the knives and even got up from the bed and reached into his bag, pulling out one and pretending to chop vegetables at first, and then walking over to the television and pretending to stab a contestant on the screen. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you, placing the knife back into the bag and climbing back in bed. In the end, the contestant that Art liked won, and Art clapped gleefully and bounced up and down. “Aww, look who won! Isn’t that great?” you asked, giving him a hug and placing your head on his shoulder. He placed his head on yours and hugged you back. You turned the television off and got out of bed, placing your feet into the peach-colored hotel slippers on the floor. 

You wanted to finally relax in the jacuzzi. It had been a long drive and your car seats were uncomfortable. Art fiddled with the radio station for the first half of the ride, switching back and forth between channels and settling on one for a little bit before changing it again. You told him to stop and he glared at you and turned to look out the window, clearly upset. You instantly felt bad but remembered you had brought an assortment of coloring books and crayons with you, ones that you had bought from a bookstore after you had caught him coloring the upstairs bathroom mirror with your expensive lipsticks and bottles of foundation. You told Art that you had a surprise for him and pointed to the glove compartment. He raised his eyebrows and opened it, finding the books and crayons and kicking his feet excitedly as he pulled them out. As you drove, he had his right leg on the ground and the left one propped up on the seat, using his knee as a table to color. He placed the coloring books close to his face, doodling intently as if he was a scientist working on a formula. Art enjoyed art, and it made you happy that he was content with simple things like this. He remained occupied the rest of the way. 

Art remained in bed and watched you walk past the jacuzzi and to the bathroom. You opened the door and saw that the bathroom was pearly white, shining in the mirror lights. You changed out of your clothes and put on the robe that hung from a hook on the wall, the silky lavender-colored fabric gliding over your bare arms, legs, and breasts. You looked in the mirror and adjusted your hair before heading out. You were expecting the jacuzzi to have already been full of water and bubbles upon arrival, but understood that everyone had their preferences. It was up to you to set up everything based on what you and Art liked. 

You found the control panel on the right side and pressed the “on” button. The jets started with a loud whooshing sound. Art got startled. “It’s okay! it’s just the jets,” you said reassuringly. You put your hand in the water to check the temperature. You enjoyed scalding hot baths and showers but for the very few times that Art let you wash him, he preferred lukewarm water. You adjusted the temperature setting on the panel. After the water was the right temperature, you poured half of the bottle of bubble bath into the water. A rough estimate on how much to pour would be fine, and there was nothing wrong with having too many bubbles. You checked on Art to see what he was up to. He was fixated again on his tools, admiring a dirty box cutter covered in dried blood. After a while, the tub was full and the bubbles were fluffy and white like clouds. You couldn’t wait to get in. But first, you had to convince Art to get in with you. You had tried to make him take a bath or shower with you many times but the one time that he did, he stood in the far corner of the shower, away from the spray of water from the shower head, and watched you wash yourself before leaving after a few minutes. You were hoping to have more action with him this time around. “Art, come over here baby,” you said in a seductive voice, hoping he would turn his focus away from the box cutter and onto you. He turned to look at you, his facial expression slack. You ran your hands through your hair and over your chest flirtatiously, using a bent finger to beckon him forward. He continued watching you with the same expression when he shifted his gaze to the jacuzzi and saw the bubbles. His eyes grew large and his mouth turned into an O-shape. You noticed and exclaimed, “Yes look, it's bubbles! Come here!” Art dropped the box cutter, which landed on the carpet with a thud, and quickly ran over. 

His eyes glimmered as he watched the bubbles sparkle under the overhead light and bob up and down on the water’s surface like boats. He started popping some of the bubbles and then scooped up a handful, cupping them with both hands before blowing them back into the water. He took more and then turned and blew them towards you, beaming afterwards. You laughed and playfully splashed some water at him. Art put his hands up to block the water but some got onto his costume. His smile faded away and he stared at you, folding his arms across his chest and looking to the side with an upset expression on his face. You sighed and said, “Oh c’mon! No need to pout!” Art didn’t budge. You started to get a little frustrated, but you had to think of a way to get him to be happy again. You glanced over at the jacuzzi and started to untie your robe. It dropped to the ground lightly, and Art gave you a side-eye before facing you. His arms remained folded as he looked you up and down, an ever so slight smile beginning to appear on his face. You climbed into the tub using the stairs and settled into the middle, resting your back along the jutting curve of the heart. The bubbles almost reached to your chin and you used your hands to spread them around. You bit your lip and kept eye contact with him. Art dropped his hands and his eyes became halfway closed, his mouth turning into a devilish grin. You blushed as he started undressing himself.

Art kept his fingerless gloves on. He was fine with getting them wet with all different kinds of liquids and substances. He probably even preferred them to be like that. He bent down to take his shoes off. He rarely took his shoes off and even used to sleep in bed with you with his shoes on, but after he kicked you by accident one night resulting in you landing on your face onto the hardwood floor, you now required him to take them off before going to sleep. He pulled each sock off and flinched a little as he placed his feet on the cold marble floor. Then, Art reached to his back to unzip his costume. You added a string to the zipper after watching him struggle to unzip it before. 

The costume landed on the ground lightly like your robe, and you looked at him up and down like he had done to you. His skin was so pale it was almost glowing and his arms rested at his sides, thin like his legs. His cock was lengthy and thick. You guessed it was somewhere around 9 inches. Your mouth started watering like it did every time you saw it. He tasted like salty cotton candy and metal, and you badly wanted to experience that taste again. Art always kept his hat on however, and hated anyone touching it. One time when he was giving you head, you accidentally pushed the hat off and he immediately stopped, scowling at you and smacking your hand away before readjusting it. He resumed pleasuring you but became even more aggressive, as if it was punishment for messing up the arrangement of his hat. You very much liked it when he got mad and took his frustrations out on you. 

Art now climbed up the marble steps, almost having to tiptoe as they were tiny for his feet. He cast a huge shadow over you before settling into the water on your right side, a bit further than you had expected. Art poked some bubbles with his fingers and used his hands to move the water around. “You like bubbles, don’t you Art? I’ll buy some for you when we get home,” you said, scooting over to him. You extended your arm and set your hand slowly on his shoulder. He nodded his head. Suddenly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to him swiftly, adjusting you so you sat in his lap with your back against him. 

Art grabbed your breasts from behind and squeezed them while licking your neck, his tongue gliding over your skin like butter and the saliva dripping down onto your collarbone. You let out a soft moan and placed your hands over his, caressing his knuckles as he caressed your nipples. He was getting hard under you, and you shifted your weight and reached down. You started stroking him, his cock veiny and pulsating in your palm. Art took one hand off your breast and grabbed your throat, pulled your head back, and kissed you while shoving his tongue into your mouth. A rush of sweet acidity flooded in and sent a wave of energy through your body. It was like you just had a shot of a powerful energy drink. The tiredness drained from you and you instantly woke up. 

He took his tongue out from your mouth and lifted you by the waist, moving you to the side. He readjusted you to face him and pushed you onto his cock, a crazed look in his eyes. You let out a loud gasp as he thrusted into you. The water started sloshing quickly as you bounced up and down on him, the bubbles moving in a frenzy to different parts of the jacuzzi. Art’s mouth hung open and his eyes were fluttering. The way that he kept pushing deeper and deeper into you, you thought he would go past your stomach and eventually reach your heart. He never ceased to amaze you with his length. You could barely talk, the only thing escaping from your lips were sounds of pleasure. After some time, you glanced past Art and looked at the closed bathroom door. Your eyes were getting blurry and your face was boiling, a sign that you were about to climax. You started bouncing on Art’s cock faster. The water and bubbles were spilling out of the jacuzzi now, landing loudly onto the floor. You had to remember to be careful when stepping out of the tub and to not slip and fall. He had shifted his hands from your throat to your ass and then to your waist, squeezing you harder and harder. His grip on you had become painful, but the smirk that was plastered on his face made you even more wet. Your eyes locked onto Art’s eyes. They shone like emeralds in a sea of milk. You felt yourself getting lost in them, a world that he only gave you access to. A world where it was only you and him. Your breathing became more rapid until finally you orgasmed, letting out a cry while holding onto Art's shoulders. Panting, you wiped the sweat from your forehead. 

Art pulled his cock out of you and got up. He stood over you like a giant, holding his dripping member in his hand and pointing to it, meaning he wanted you to suck it. You moved closer to him and got on your knees, pressing your lips to his swollen head and parting them open. He silently gasped. The taste of soap, cum, and some of your juices mingled in your mouth as you started to roll your tongue over his head and along his shaft. Thick saliva dripped down your chin and hands as you took more of him inside your mouth. 

You then used your right hand to bring his balls closer to you, playing with each one with your tongue and fingers, while your left hand jacked him off. Art’s eyes were now at the back of his head and he almost stumbled backwards but stabilized himself. You inserted his cock back to your open lips and just as you were about to continue sucking him, he shoved it to the back of your throat roughly and you gagged, tears forming in your eyes. Art pulled it out and gave a menacing look, then silently laughed and pointed mockingly at you. He grabbed the top of your hair and rammed his cock again into your mouth, but this time even farther until you felt that the tip had reached your esophagus. He pulled it out once more and you fell back a little into the water. You almost threw up but realized you were aroused again, the throbbing sensation between your legs having reignited like a wildfire. Art took great pride in pushing you to your limits and beyond. He knew you could take it and more like the good plaything that you were. 

You started to reach down between your legs with one hand when Art grabbed you by the arm and dragged you back up to him. He pried your mouth open with his hands and stuck his cock into your mouth once more, going back and forth rapidly as if your face was a fleshlight. You tried to pull back to get air but he pinched your nostrils shut with one hand and grabbed the back of your head tightly with the other. Art bared his teeth like a rabid animal, his eyes dancing wildly with madness. His prey drive was heightened, and he made sure he ravaged you like the ferocious predator he was. The room started becoming darker as the lack of oxygen was starting to affect you. Art then let go of your nose and pulled his cock out abruptly, causing you to fall back fully into the water. The soapy water rushed into your nose and you immediately got up, coughing and sputtering. As you were trying to collect yourself, Art moved towards the cabinet, tossing the roses from the vase and onto the floor before smashing it on the cabinet top. You screamed, “Art what are you doing?!” He grabbed a shard of broken glass and came towards you. Before you could react, he bent down and slashed your left cheek with the glass, causing you to wince and put your hand to your face. It hurt like hell. 

You saw him standing there grinning, his chest moving up and down rapidly, while holding a bloody piece of glass. His cock was twitching and his eyes had a tint of red to them. You felt blood gushing from the wound and tried your best to stop the bleeding. Art started stroking his cock and came on your cheek, the cum seeping into the cut. You let out a yelp as it stung. He continued to cum and spread it around, decorating your face until it looked like a frosted cake. Art looked extremely happy. He used his thumb to wipe the blood and cum from your cut, inserting it into your mouth after. You held onto his hand while licking it clean, the intoxicating flavors dancing on your tastebuds. You both kept eye contact with each other. When he felt you had cleaned it thoroughly, Art removed his thumb from your lips, a line of spit trailing, and booped the tip of your nose with his index finger. He used the same hand to pat your head, something he always did after he was satisfied with your performance. You watched him slowly turn, walk out of the tub, and grab a towel to dry himself off. After putting on his costume, socks, and shoes, he sauntered over to the bed, sat criss-crossed, and turned the television on. It was another cooking competition and you saw Art clap his hands in excitement. 

You decided to stay in the jacuzzi a bit longer, laying back and gazing up at the ceiling, a small sigh escaping your lips. You were beyond exhausted but felt more alive than ever, a wave of contentment washing over you. You put a finger to the cut on your face. It had stopped bleeding and the pain had subsided. You weren’t sure how you would explain to your coworkers and boss on Monday where you got that cut from. You could come up with an excuse about how your sister’s tabby cat scratched your face, or you could say you were trying to get a knife unstuck from tape on a package and you accidentally sliced your cheek. Either way, you didn’t have to worry about that now. You and Art still had another day at The Pines. You started thinking about what Art would do to you tomorrow, and you felt blood rush to your face. Mr. Lockwood was right. Here, it really was your very own personal paradise. ♡

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Online Meeting 🖥 pt.3

Alexia Putellas x Reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

pt.1; pt.2

summary :

While running errands, you’re recognized in public as Alexia girlfriend by some sweet fans. However, things take a turn when a creepy man begins harassing you, making inappropriate comments. Feeling unsafe, you call Alexia for help.

It had been a few weeks since the paparazzi photos of you and Alexia kissing in the park were released. Life had changed more than you’d expected. While most fans were sweet and excited about the two of you being together, there was now a subtle shift in how people reacted when they saw you in public. Alexia had warned you that being recognized might become part of your life, but it didn’t really sink in until today.

You were running errands on your own—a quick trip to the grocery store in the middle of the afternoon. As you made your way down one of the aisles, searching for pasta, a group of young women spotted you. At first, you didn’t notice their lingering glances, but then one of them cautiously approached, a huge smile on her face.

“Hi! Sorry to bother you, but… aren’t you Alexia’s girlfriend?”

Surprised, you blinked before nodding slowly. “Yeah, that’s me.”

The girls’ excitement was immediate. “Oh my God, I knew it! Can we take a picture with you? We love Alexia so much, and we’ve been following all the news about you two.”

You smiled at their enthusiasm, feeling a little overwhelmed but touched by their kindness. “Of course,” you said, trying to sound as relaxed as possible.

After snapping a couple of selfies with them, they thanked you profusely and headed off, still buzzing with excitement. You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like you’d managed the situation well enough. But as you turned to continue shopping, another voice called out from behind you.

“Hey! You’re Alexia’s girl, right?”

This time, it wasn’t a friendly tone. The voice was low, almost mocking. You glanced over your shoulder to see a man standing there, his posture too casual, his eyes scanning you in a way that made your skin crawl.

“Uh… yeah,” you said cautiously, keeping your distance.

“Damn, I didn’t think she’d be into someone like you,” he said with a sleazy grin. “You must be real lucky, huh?”

You tried to ignore him, your heart beating faster as you moved to the next aisle. But he followed, his voice growing louder and more invasive.

“Come on, don’t be shy. What’s she like, huh? Is she as good in bed as she is on the field?”

Your stomach twisted, a mix of fear and disgust rising inside you. The store wasn’t as crowded as you would’ve liked, and it seemed like no one else was noticing the man’s behavior. You quickly pulled out your phone, your hands trembling slightly as you dialed Alexia’s number.

She picked up on the second ring. “Cariño? Everything okay?”

“Alexia,” you whispered, trying to keep calm. “There’s a guy here… he’s following me, saying disgusting things. I—I’m at the grocery store near our place.”

You heard the sudden shift in Alexia’s voice, her tone going from casual to protective in an instant. “Stay right where you are. I’m coming, okay?”

You nodded, even though she couldn’t see you, feeling a bit more secure just hearing her voice. But the man wasn’t done. He stepped closer, now invading your personal space, and you could feel the panic rising in your chest.

“You ignoring me now? Come on, don’t be such a prude.”

Just as you were about to tell him to back off, Alexia arrived. She must have sprinted from the car, her face flushed with anger as she stormed into the aisle. Without hesitation, she stepped between you and the man, her eyes blazing with fury.

“Back off,” Alexia growled, her voice low and dangerous.

The man blinked, clearly surprised to see her in person. “Whoa, relax, I was just talking to her.”

“No, you were harassing her,” Alexia shot back, squaring her shoulders. “Leave. Now.”

He smirked, trying to act like the tough guy. “What, you think just ‘cause you’re some football star you can boss me around?”

Without missing a beat, Alexia took a step forward, getting in his face. “I don’t care who you are. You don’t talk to her like that. If you don’t walk away, I’ll make sure security does it for you.”

A crowd had started to gather, and someone had already pulled out their phone, recording the entire exchange. The man, now realizing he was outnumbered, took one last look at Alexia and then scoffed before backing away, muttering under his breath.

Alexia didn’t move until he was completely out of sight. Then, she turned to you, her expression immediately softening as she cupped your face gently.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her eyes scanning you for any sign of distress.

You nodded, still shaken but grateful. “I am now, thanks to you.”

She pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head as she held you close. “I’m sorry that happened. I’m so sorry.”

The crowd around you began murmuring, some people still filming, others whispering about what had just happened. You could hear a few of them praising Alexia for stepping in.

By the time you made it home, you thought that would be the end of it, but later that night, you received a message from one of your friends. Attached was a viral video clip of the incident in the grocery store. The video showed Alexia confronting the man, standing up for you without hesitation. The comments underneath were a mix of support and awe.

*Alexia is a queen. Look at her protecting her girl!*

*We love a protective girlfriend. She handled that perfectly.*

*Respect to Alexia for not letting that creep get away with it.*

The video was being shared everywhere. People were calling Alexia a hero, praising her for defending you in such a public way. While part of you was still unsettled by the whole ordeal, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for how fiercely Alexia had protected you.

Sitting beside her on the couch, you glanced at the video, then up at her. She noticed you watching and smiled softly, pulling you into her arms again.

“No one messes with you,” she said quietly, her voice full of quiet determination.

You smiled, resting your head against her chest. “I know. And I love you for it.”

She kissed your forehead gently, her grip around you tightening as the world outside faded away, leaving only the comfort of her warmth and the knowledge that, no matter what, she’d always be there to protect you.

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♡ ୨`kusuo saiki`୧

☆ ⸝⸝  "i thought you coming here was a one time thing", she raised an eyebrow. "just make my coffee."

kusuo saiki x reader

warnings: swearing, toritsuka.

monthly allowance. something saiki had very little trouble obtaining but had almost too much trouble trying to spend. usually he would buy a cup or two of coffee jelly but unfortunately the store had sold out. they said they would receive their next shipment in a week, but he don't feel like waiting that long.

saiki searched online for cafes that sold affordable coffee jelly and stumbled across a store that looked appealing. joyous day cafe. it had just opened up a few weeks ago and had already become a hit, they sold cutesy deserts and of course, coffee. now, he doesn't usually approach populated areas such as this one, however their coffee jelly had amazing reviews and was even sold for an even better price.

the place was, surprisingly, not as busy as saiki initially thought. the exterior was made of brick, painted an off white colour. there was pink and white striped shades above the windows and the sign was small and hung on the wall. saiki debated on whether to enter not, it was still pretty early in the day which meant it could still get busy over time. he would have turned away then and there but as he turned on his heel a familiar face peered down at him.

"oh hey buddy!", nendo grinned down at the pink haired boy who internally grimaced at his presence. he should’ve just waited for the next shipment to get to the stores. “you goin’ in? let’s go together!”

saiki was about to shake his head but was stopped by another voice that added to his demise, “saiki? you’re here?” teruhashi. great.

all he wanted to do was taste this coffee jelly and go home. but of course, fate had different plans. soon he was joined by kaido, hairo, yumehara and toritsuka. this coffee jelly better be worth it.

once they finally entered the cafe, they sat at a large booth that had soft pink seats. saiki was stationed between nendo and hairo, he was thankful the seats were large enough for at least a small amount of space to be between each person.

a waitress walked up to them, a small smile on her face. she adorned a white button up shirt, black mini skirt with a frilly apron over it and black mary janes with frilly socks. her h/c hair was in a messy low bun and she held a pen and notepad in her hands. everyone immediately recognised her, it was y/n l/n from their class.

“oh! hey guys, fancy seeing you here!”, she smiled her eyes scanned the table and beamed at the familiar faces.

now surprisingly, saiki didn’t mind y/n’s existence as much as the others. only because y/n didn’t put in too much effort into being around him. she was very casual and didn’t smother him with unwanted attention like everyone else, for that he was thankful. their interactions were short, nothing more than a quick hello or a quick conversation about whatever was going on in class but it only lasted a few words.

“what can i get you guys?” y/n clicked her pen.

everyone began ordering, they all ordered the most popular or random dishes. bear shaped tarts, paw print waffles, galaxy tea? it was all so bizarre.

of course, saiki ordered his simple serving of coffee jelly. however, another item on the menu caught his eye. it was called the psychic special. obviously it was just a fun name but he couldn’t help but feel intrigued by the name. the small description stated it was a latte that had a random choice of latte art, if you guessed what the latte art was, you’d get your order half off.

y/n simply nodded and said she’d be back with their orders. toritska’s eyes wandered a little too far down for saiki’s liking, his gaze grazing against the back of y/n’s thighs. "who knew l/n was such a hottie? with legs like that she should be model!". these thoughts irritated saiki so, with enough force to inflict pain, yet not too much as to cause a scene, saiki kicked the purple headed male’s shin. when he yelped in pain, saiki smirked.

"perv"

the group began to babble about the cafe’s interior and admired the many cutesy decorations splattered everywhere. meanwhile, saiki had taken notice of a glass case that had a variety of hot steaming treats aligned neatly next to each other. it was right next to the register and also next to the machine that made the coffee, which happened to be where y/n was.

“hey saiki,” she smiled, “i saved you a small booth over by the corner, thought you’d want some peace and quiet away from that bunch” she pointed over to the group of teens that had suddenly started an arm wrestling match. currently, nendo was on a winning streak.

“you’re an angel in disguise, l/n” saiki nodded at her with his usual stoic expression.

“just doing my job!” y/n gave him a thumbs up before her expression turned quizzical, “what’s up with you coming here? not that i mind, just doesn’t seem like a saiki kinda place”

saiki continued to look at the treats through the shiny glass, “me being here is a one time thing, don’t get used to seeing my face.”

y/n just wordlessly nodded with a smile as he hobbled over to the booth that she saved. it was in a plant covered corner, there was a bookshelf to the left and a window to the right. it only had two chairs, one was occupied by saiki and the other was vacant. in between was a brown circle table. perfect.

a few minutes passed before y/n approached saiki with his order on a circular tray. a glass with a small white ribbon looped around the stem sat neatly in front saiki, the brown gelatin dish smiled up at him, a swirl of whipped cream sat atop the dessert. y/n placed a mug with a small umbrella like cover over the top that saiki assumed contained his 'psychic special'.

"now as you probably guessed, if you guess the latte art, you get your entire order for half of the original price" she slid the tray underneath her arm as she awaited saiki's response.

now obviously this was just a fun game that some people would play, a game of chance. except, this little game was nothing to saiki, being psychic and all, this was just way too easy.

"its a heart" he bluntly stated.

y/n lifted the cover to reveal indeed, it was a heart. she smiled at him warmly, "you're one of the first customers to get that right, good job saiki" she left his table after explaining she would be back with his bill. at this point, the cafe might as well be a restaurant.

when she left, saiki couldn't help but look at her longingly as she walked away. she was definitely one of the more tolerable ones, he couldn't believe he actually enjoyed her presence.

scooping up a chunk of the coffee jelly, he plopped the serving into his mouth and nearly melted at the taste. it was just the right amount of sweet and bitter, the cream made the jelly smoother than regular jelly. it was like heaven!

"holy shit"

after saiki had paid for his order, he waved goodbye to y/n.

"see you at school saiki! thanks for stopping by!" she saved at him, it was a miracle she didn't see the obvious flush of his cheeks. then again, saiki probably cooled himself down before anything could make an appearance.

"buddy! where were you?! we were so worried!" oh.

saiki had been so caught up in enjoying his meal that he forgot about the problems that awaited him. they seemed to have been standing outside waiting for his arrival, how dedicated. they all expressed their worry for his sudden disappearance which made his once amazing mood slightly falter.

they all started down the bricked path, saiki taking one final glance at the cafe. he looked at the building longingly, a strange warm feeling pooling inside of him. he had never felt something like this before, best to not do anything about it.

the bell that hung on the door frame rung throughout the mostly empty cafe, alerting the h/c haired girl behind the counter.

“welcome to joyous day, how may i-“ she stopped herself “saiki?”

our pink protagonist smiled fondly at y/n, something that was never seen. he adorned a pale blue polo shirt and black jeans. something casual yet classy for his visit.

“i’ll get what i ordered last time please” saiki pointed at his usual order on the small menu board, earning a skeptical look from the girl opposite him. she simply nodded.

she started to prepare the hot drink, although her eyes never left the psychic. her cheeks glowed at him, her heart rate picking up slightly. she never took him for the kind of person to become a regular at this establishment, she took him for a simplistic guy. not that she was complaining, if he was here a lot more she’d actually look forward to coming to work. unbeknownst to her, kusuo was feeling something similar.

“i thought you coming here was a one time thing?” she raised a brow.

“just make my coffee”