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the-tarot-witch22 · 2 months ago

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What are some next blessing coming to you? - Pick a Shinchan

Pile 1/ Pile 2/ Pile 3

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Hello everyone ! It's been a while isn't it! So, this is my another pick a pile or pac reading so please be kind and leave comment or reblog, and let me know if it resonated with you!

Note : This is a general reading or collective reading. It may or may not resonate with you. Please take what resonates and leave what doesn't. And it's totally okay if our energies aren't aligned!

How to pick : Take a deep breath and choose a pile which you feel most connected to! You can choose more than one pile, it just means both pile have messages for you!

I worked really hard on this pac please show some love by leaving comments, likes and reblogs!

Pile 1 :

(The cards I got for you - 6 of wands, ace of pentacles, the fool)

Okay so the very first thing I feel and heard is the very first blessing you winning a competition, or you getting selected in one of the exams, or you pass your exams with good grades, not only that, you might even celebrate and you might be offered to go on a trip, I am seeing this group might go abroad, in upcming years, I also feel if you save money and from somewhere might be a celebration or birthday you will be having lots of funds, so hold on to that, and see what it can actually help you with, I also feel this group is a bit naive, or just innocent a bit, it's also a blessing to be pure, but your guides and messages are saying don't just blindly follow what you see KNOW the intentions, there might be "wolf in sheep clothing", so beware, I also feel you might have a loyal friend who will help you through your tough time, or you could be making a new friend, and whatever situation you are in right now is gonna improve, I am also feeling more emotional health, like your guides gonna gift you with inner strength, I also feel you will be in upcoming months admired by around your classmates/co-workers/boss/ or even parents, I feel people being proud of you, I am also feeling there will be growth in your actions, I am also feeling start with your hobbies, very specific is someone here into boxing? but anyways! I feel you will reap the rewards of your hardwork.

Signs - Taurus/ Capricorn/ LIbra/ Virgo/ Cancer - Sun/ Moon/ Rising

So those, are all the message I have gotten for you guys!

Pile 2

(The cards I got for you - wheel of fortune, 8 of swords, ace of swords and king of cups)

Okay sooo this group its so random but do you guys have fish eyes? Or just look dreamy in general, like libra rising or pisces kind, i swear you guys are blessed with genetics, like very beautiful my pile, I also feel you guys have pale skin? but anyhow! Let's move forward with your reading I feel you guys would be getting a gift perhaps a book? or you buy or bought yourself a book recenly, I said this as a blessing since books are knowledge and truly makes us happy! I also feel your next blessing will shake you to your core, you won't even believe that you guys are getting it, I also feel you guys could buy or thinking to buy a car/house, for the first time for yourself, or even your family, I am seeing you guys could also get a dog/pet, for yourself, very positive shifts I am seeing is manifesting in your life, I also feel that this pile is very anxious, like in general or nervous, that IF you are good enough, I also feel you guys have to panic first even if you are capable of things to do, I think you will get better, and some of you might be working on it, so it's seema good thing, I also feel you will connecting with someone important very soon, and online, it could be your next romantic partner/or soulmate, and some of you are already in the know who are they even energetically, or being with them in "school", I also feel you will activate your throat chakra, and be able to express yourself easily.

Signs - Sagittarius/Libra/Aquaurius/Pisces - Sun/ Moon/ Rising!

Pile 3

(The cards I got for you - judgement, 8 of swords, king of wands, king of swords)

Okay so pile 3! I feel and hear that you're being blessed with confidence, like seriously guys, you guys might be the overthinker type, or just have low self esteem but i see you guys being blessed with more inner power, I also feel, you guys gonna be spiritually awaken and letting go of past traumas, emotional scars you have buried within, so if you guys find yourself being uncofmortable just know it's the last step before you step into your power, I also feel, you feel restrictive but you guys also gonna stand up for what you feel is right for you, so you loves, you deserve that, i mean to feel safe, in your own body and surroundings, I also feel your guides gonna give you a fresh start so it's upto you guys how you will all take it, It might also be you guys will have new startings, like you going out of comfort zone, I am feeling you gonna take more of a authoritive role in your life, you are also being told to use the skills you have to create a hobby, I am also feeling this group will be having a small business of their own very soon, this pile is very spiritual, so I am also seeing heightened intuition or psychic abilities, so try to hone it, accept what you are given and know you are deserving of more, I also feel you will, connect with nature and be in tune with yourself more, I also feel you guys are very sensitive in general, you might also, walk away from someone who doesn't serve you!

Signs - Leo/aries/Capricorn/Libra/Sagittarius - Sun/ Moon/ Rising!

Thank you for stopping by! Take care and remember you are loved <3

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buggyluv · 1 year ago

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Kink Discovery | One Piece ♡

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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on kink discovery with op characters!

theres part 2 and part 3 featuring more characters :)

part 2 | part 3 | masterlist

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters included: Ace, Law, Nami, Robin, Sanji & Zoro

cw: spitting, biting, rough sex, sub!sanji, squirting, high heels, lingerie, fem!reader, big dick!law, big dick!zoro, possessive behaviour

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Ace - hair-pulling

Ace is such a giver. He loves eating you out. He works his tongue over your folds before lowering down and dipping his tongue into your hole. What he lacks in strategy he makes up for tenfold in passion. He's eager to please. You writhe around with pleasure and, with nowhere to hold onto, your hands naturally slide onto his hair.

You don't catch the first time he grunts at the way you grip his gorgeous hair but, when you give a particularly harsh tug, he can't stop the moan that leaves his mouth in response to the stinging of his scalp. He knows he's been caught so he pulls away from your cunt to look at you.

“do that again”

You oblige, gripping his locks tighter and pushing his head back between your legs.

Law - biting

“We gotta be quiet, baby”, he whispers, covering your mouth with his hand. He has you against the wall in his room and is trying to keep you as quiet as possible so you don't get caught by any of his crew. His cock thrusts in and out of you, and it has you going delirious. You're deliciously stretched out that you can't help but moan into his hand.

Law isn't faring much better; the warm walls of your cunt squeeze his cock in a way that has him gripping the wall behind you. His orgasm is so close he can practically taste it. In the heat of the moment, with nothing else to muffle the sounds he makes, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. The pleasurable sting pushes you over the edge with him, and you all but scream into his palm.

When he finally catches his breath he leans back, keeping his arms out to steady you, and admires the red bite mark decorating your shoulder. The marks make a possessive fire ripple through his body.

“this looks so pretty"

Nami - lingerie

Nami loves shopping. She often ends up buying clothes she thinks you'll look pretty in, so it's no surprise to you when she returns to the sunny, waving a shopping bag around in front of your face. She leaves the room, wanting to be surprised when you put her gift on. You open the bag to see a pretty red lingerie set. It's beautiful, just the type of stuff you'd imagined Nami would be into. Delicate lace in a scorching red colour is right up her alley.

She walks into the room and it's as if she's seeing you for the first time. You look like a present, gift wrapped for her pleasure. She guides you to stand in front of her, between her legs, while she sits on the bed. She leans forward, pressing tender kisses to your stomach and hips as her hands trace the lace covering your most intimate areas. Her fingers slide under the back of the panties and she grabs two handfuls of ass to pull you on top of her.

Now that you're seated comfortably on her lap, she's at a prefect height to show some appreciation for your tits. She whispers sweet praises as she lines the edge of the pretty lace bra with kisses. She's never taken this long to undress you before and you already know she'll have you shaking and begging before she's ready to unwrap her pretty little present.

Robin - squirting

Robin has you seated on her lap, legs spread open by two of her ‘arms’. She has two more of her arms playing with your pussy; one hand slides in and out of your used cunt, which is sensitive from already cumming twice, and the other is rubbing your swollen clit. Her real hands are gripping your tits, squeezing them and rolling your nipples between her fingers.

You had mentioned off-handedly that you can squirt, and Robin was immediately fascinated. She quickly became obsessed with the idea of making you gush for her. Your body is thoroughly shaking, and her lips pressing messy, wet kisses to your neck and shoulders does little to soothe you. You can feel another orgasm buying, and you don't get the chance to warn her before you arch so hard you almost fall off of her lap. A gushing noise accompanies your heavy breaths.

She can't decide what captivates her more; the way your legs shake with overstimulation or the way you whine and whimper her name. Pleased with her results she brings her soaked hand up to her mouth and licks your release from her fingers.

Sanji - submission

Sanji has always had puppy-like qualities; he follows you around and is incredibly affectionate towards you at all times. His love for you borders on worship, and you're surprised it's taken this long for that dynamic to work itself into your relationship. He brings up the idea of dirty talk first, just simple degradation, but over time, he gets bolder and bolder.

He gets a collar so you can drag him around to where you want to be. He buys you shoes at every place so you can look the part when you step on him. He's happy to get on his knees and eat your perfect pussy until you're crying. He wants nothing more than to be at your service twenty-four-seven. He remembers the first time he submitted to you so clearly.

“Good boy,” you say, slipping two fingers under his collar and pulling him into a sloppy kiss. It's rare for him to hear the phrase without degrading words preceding it. He whines into your mouth, desperate to get some release after you've been teasing him all day. “you can let go now,” you say, pressing your heeled shoe against his crotch. Being the good boy he is, his body follows through, and he cums in his pants at the pressure under your shoe.

Zoro - spitting

“You like that?” Zoro asks as he drills into you. He likes to have you in missionary so he can watch your face while he fucks you. You grit a response out through your teeth, barely able to get the words out. Another deep thrust makes you moan wildly, throwing your head back against the pillows. Your open mouth looks so inviting to the swordsman who reaches one of his hands up to your face to grip your jaw. “keep that pretty mouth open for me”

Zoro doesn't know what comes over him but he spits into your mouth. It's gross and possessive, just like him. You whine at the feeling of his spit hitting your tongue and you feel his cock twitch at the sound. You thought he couldn't fuck you any harder but you're proved wrong when he readjusts his grip on your legs. He watches your throat as you swallow and the grin plastered on his face is demonic.

“that's so fucking hot, you're such a good girl” The image of you letting him corrupt and defile you with his spit spurs him on to his orgasm. He holds off the best he can until you cum and then he finally lets himself go, panting and leaving trails of saliva across your pretty skin.

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thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed :)

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himasgod · 4 months ago

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How would the 1st years act in twst if their s/o who was constantly spoiling them with attention suddenly stopped because they got busy or they just forgot to due to sleep deprivation hehe hope this is not too weird

FIRST YEARS X READER

Where you suddenly stop spoiling them or paying attention

SECOND YEARS HERE

How would the first years react if you suddenly stopped pampering them due to lack of sleep because of your studies?

I really loved writing this, I hope you enjoy it :)

At first, Ace doesn't even take it seriously. He thinks you're messing with him, or that you're just trying to act cool.

After all, you're always on his radar: hugs behind his back in the hallways, good-morning texts, stroking his hair when he leans on your lap between classes… so when one day none of that happens, he assumes it's just a slip of the tongue.

"Huh… you didn't send me any stickers today? That's weird… did you run out of mobile data or just don't feel like it?" he jokes, sending you an exaggerated emoji to see if you'll react.

But a day passes. And then two. And your replies get shorter. You fall asleep in the middle of study halls. You barely look up when he passes by you in the cafeteria. There aren't the smiles like before, nor those glances from you that he loved so much, the ones that always made him feel a little more important than he wants to admit.

And then, he notices it. The dark circles under your eyes. The tired tone of your voice. The way your fingers tremble slightly when you hold the pen. You're not ignoring him. You're drained.

Ace watches you silently from his seat, while you rest your head on the desk with your eyes closed, lacking the energy to even pretend. And for the first time in a long time, he stops talking.

Not out of discomfort, but because he doesn't want to bother you. He watches you with something he doesn't usually show so easily: genuine concern.

That same day, he buys you your favorite snack. He doesn't deliver it directly—that would be too obvious—so he leaves it in your backpack with a little note:

“Don't forget about yourself, okay? You won't spoil me if you collapse.” —The guy who secretly cares about you.

Afterwards, he just waits. He's quieter, more attentive. And even though he pretends he doesn't care, there's something in his gaze that keeps searching for you.

And if you happen to fall asleep against his shoulder, even by accident, he doesn't say a word. He just stays there, still, as if the slightest movement would wake you.

And between his teeth, in a very low, almost inaudible tone, he murmurs:

"You don't have to pamper me. But don't forget about yourself, okay?"

Deuce notices it right away.

He's sensitive, attentive, and with you, it used to be more than obvious how much he adored you: he'd blush every time you hugged him, and even though he got nervous, he loved feeling your attention, your compliments, and your constant presence. For him, it was all part of a beautiful routine that had become essential.

So when you stop showing up with your morning smile, when your messages become more infrequent and you excuse yourself for not being able to see you because "you have things to do," something in his chest tightens.

"Did I do something wrong…?" he asks himself over and over again as he reviews the past few days, searching for the exact moment he might have slipped up.

"Did I make her angry? Did I forget something important? Was it something I said…?"

For a couple of days, he feels lost. He tries harder in class, hoping that will catch your attention, that you'll smile at him again like you used to. But when he finally finds you in the hallway, and sees how you're holding your books with trembling hands, your face paler than usual and your eyes reddened from straining them… he understands.

You approach him to apologize for not having time, for being “a little sleepy lately,” and Deuce doesn't let you continue talking. He gently takes your wrist and guides you away from the hustle and bustle. He leads you to the garden, that corner where you'd sometimes spend hours talking about anything.

“Don't apologize. Please don't apologize for being tired,” he says, his eyes shining with genuine concern.

He takes out a thermos of hot tea he made for you and a blanket he brought “just in case you get cold.”

He sits down next to you, without you needing to say anything. If you fall asleep on his shoulder, he stays still, his back straight, like a soldier guarding his post. And if you wake up startled, just smile tenderly.

"When you feel better, I promise I'll be there for you to pamper me like before. But until then, I want to be the one who takes care of you, okay?"

Epel struggles with change. Not because he doesn't understand you, but because he has a very particular way of processing his emotions.

He's not used to being pampered, so when you did it—with hugs, with sweet words, with all that warm attention—he felt a little disconcerted at first. But he loved you for it. And over time, he grew accustomed to your affection, to that tenderness that contrasted with everything Pomefiore asked of him every day.

That's why, when you stop doing it, his first thought isn't that you're tired.

It's that something has changed between you. That you don't love him like you used to. That he's become a burden. And that thought eats him away silently.

"Maybe I was too soft… Maybe I became dependent…"

Epel doesn't say it. He doesn't seek you out. He withdraws into himself, frustrated, hurt, not knowing whether to talk about it or let it go.

But when he passes by the library and sees you falling asleep on a pile of books, your brow furrowed in sheer exhaustion, his heart breaks.

He doesn't say anything at first. He just walks up to you and gently shakes your shoulder.

"You're going to get sick if you keep this up… When was the last time you slept well?"

He reluctantly leads you to a more comfortable corner, half-complaining that "you're stubborn" and "don't know how to take care of yourself."

But his voice sounds shaky. Because he's angry. But not at you. At what's draining you. At himself, for not having realized it sooner.

"I miss you hugging me, you know? I miss you speaking to me with that little voice that makes me smile even if I don't want it to. But I'd much rather you were okay, that you kept smiling when you really have the strength to do so."

Epel becomes your shadow those days. He doesn't admit it, but he makes sure you eat, that you rest, that you don't overexert yourself.

Because even if he doesn't say it, he loves you deeply. And if that means he has to be strong for both of you until you regain your strength, then he'll do it without hesitation.

Sebek is… hum... loud. Energetic. Devoted. And when he's with you, even if his way of showing affection isn't gentle or romantic, there's no doubt he admires you deeply.

Sometimes even more than he wants to admit, because he's convinced he shouldn't be distracted from his duty as Malleus's guardian. But when you pampered him—with sweet words, small gestures, constant attention—he felt like the world was a little warmer, brighter. And even though he denied it with flushed cheeks, he looked forward to those displays of affection every day.

So when you stop doing it… something in his routine is thrown off.

"Where is she? Why didn't she come to see me this morning like usual? Is she late? Did something happen to her?"

Sebek goes into alarm mode. He searches for explanations. At first, he is indignant out loud:

"Unacceptable! She shouldn't disappear like that without warning! One must be consistent in one's daily habits!"

But when he finally finds you, half asleep on a campus bench, holding an open book you can barely hold, his voice instantly trails off.

Because suddenly everything makes sense: your brief texts, your absences, your unfocused gaze in the hallways. You're not angry. You're not ignoring him. You're just on edge.

Sebek freezes. He stares at you silently, frowning, and for a second, he hesitates. He doesn't know if he should wake you, take you to the infirmary, or just stay there, making sure no one bothers you.

Finally, he sits down next to you. He doesn't make a sound. And when you notice his presence and murmur his name, he looks away with a slight blush and an exasperated sigh.

"What are you doing, you fool? Don't you realize you're going to collapse if you keep this up?"

He scolds you in a low voice, not out of annoyance, but because he's genuinely scared. He has never seen such a lack of brightness in your eyes. And no matter how hard he tries to maintain his composure, his frustration is palpable.

"Don't you know how much I care about you? I don't need you to shower me with praise all the time… But I can't rest easy when you're destroying yourself right before my eyes!"

That afternoon, without you asking, he reviews your schedule. He helps you get organized. He brings you food to your dorm. He even offers to study with you, even though he ends up yelling every time he sees you nod off.

"Wake up, for the seven! …Or at least lean on me if you're going to sleep!"

And if you do, if you lean on his shoulder without saying a word, Sebek remains motionless. His cheeks flushed. His heart pounding. But he doesn't move. He doesn't say anything else.

Because no matter how much he talks about discipline and duty, he also needs to take care of the one he loves.

Jack is reserved. He's not the type to melt under constant cuddles, but with you… it was different.

He liked how you knew when to hug him without intruding, how you told him "you're doing well" when he doubted himself, how you made him feel valued without having to shout it to the world. Your attention didn't make him weak: it made him stronger. More determined.

That's why, when you suddenly stop being so present, he doesn't notice right away. He thinks maybe you're busy, that you need your space. But then the days pass. And you… disappear a little more.

First, it's the messages that take hours to arrive. Then, the dates you cancel at the last minute. And eventually, even your eyes stop shining like they used to.

Jack starts to worry, but he doesn't know how to approach you. He doesn't want to seem pushy. And he doesn't want to make you feel guilty either.

"Maybe she just needs time… I don't want to pressure her."

But when he finds you falling asleep on the training ground, without even changing your clothes, your skin pale and your lips chapped from lack of rest, something breaks inside him.

He covers you with his jacket without a word. He lets you sleep. He stays there, sitting beside you, jaw clenched and brow furrowed. Because he loves you. And he can't pretend anymore that he's not watching you silently crumble.

When you wake up, he already has a bottle of water in one hand and a small lunch box he's packed for you with easy-to-digest items.

"You don't have to explain anything to me. But don't ever ignore your health again by trying to do everything yourself."

Jack isn't one for big speeches. He won't demand that you pamper him again. But he will take care of you, even if it's in his own way. He'll send you reminders to eat. He'll show up at your dorm door with fresh fruit. And if necessary, he'll accompany you to the library just to make sure you rest between pages.

"When you're better, you can hug me again all you want… But until then, let me be there for you. Okay?"

And in that silent, protective gesture, almost wild because it's so pure, you understand that Jack needs love too. But not the kind that's demanded. But the kind that's given without asking for anything in return.

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creatchie8 · 3 months ago

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Taste

Summary: Your situationship, Jordan, loves to try new things

Pairing: Jordan Weaver/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI! Oral (F & M receiving), unprotected pinv sex, MENTIONED weed usage (no actual substance use), ice play

A/N: I feel like I am on a roll lately! This has been sitting unfinished forever (only since January but STILL) and I am oh so stoked to have finally finished it (and sorry for that summary, it is the best I could do). Luv you all so much I hope this is up to your expectations my queens (gn)

Word Count: 4,000ish

The old tower fan in the corner of your small living room did nothing to stop the southern California heat. It hummed loudly as it oscillated, pushing the warm air around your shoebox apartment. Sometimes, if you really thought about it, you could convince yourself you felt cool air on your sweaty skin.

You had another fan, but it was resting peacefully in the dumpster outside your complex after you accidentally knocked it off the counter in your bathroom and broke it one morning while in a rush.

The afternoon was the worst though. Your windows faced west, the heat practically melting your dingy plastic blinds that you should've cleaned a year ago. You were saving up for a window air conditioner though, and when your next paycheck hit you should have enough money to buy the cheapest one at Home Depot.

You almost felt bad asking Jordan to come over, his blue eyes roaming warily over your dirty apartment and the lack of cool air as he let himself in. You had never seen his apartment, even when you begged him to let you come over instead of spending another night at your place.

To be honest, you cared less now than when you first met him at some nightclub eight months ago.

It was easier just imagining Jordan as this guy who would come over eight times out of ten when you asked, bearing gifts (his dab pen). You knew it was getting bad when you felt your heart skip a beat when he nonchalantly offered to get you your own pen, laying naked in bed while you traced the freckles on his chest.

You declined and crushed that feeling down real quick.

Jordan brought his pen, but it was laying long forgotten on the thrifted wood couch side table as you straddled his lap. Grey cotton shorts riding low on tan hips and showing off the dark tattoo that was placed under his navel as the two of you shared heady kisses.

It always started out with you calling (never texting) him and asking if he was busy when you craved his attention. His charm and smile was infectious, even through the speaker. Almost every time he would respond and say something like, “You know, I do have something planned around then. But hey, I can skip it for my best girl.”

It never got old and he knew it. You always left the door unlocked for him, prompting him to comment about how dangerous LA was and you were lucky that he was the one opening the door and not some bad man that would take advantage of you.

Then it would be casual. You would offer him something to eat and talk about work. He would decline and talk about the next crazy thing he was planning on doing. Then he would fuck you until you saw stars and leave in the morning.

His large hands under your t-shirt were hot reminders on your bare sides that you should really pick up an extra shift in order to secure that AC unit. But, your attention was brought back to the man underneath you as he urged your loose fitting shirt off to reveal the sports bra beneath.

“You're distracted.” He muttered close to your mouth, dodging your lips as you tried to kiss him.

“No m’not.” You smile lazily at him, guiding his hands back to your hips.

Jordan tasted like the cinnamon gum he spit out earlier, his scruff like fine grit sandpaper on your chin and upper lip as your mouths connected again.

You could feel that he was hard through your own soft shorts as you shifted closer, getting comfortable on his muscular thighs. It drew a barely there whine from his throat, the tail end of it a few decibels louder as you tugged on his dark hair, urging his head back from your mouth so you could kiss along his jaw.

The bruise high on his neck that you made last time was yellowing already, enticing you to bite and suck harder this time so it would stay longer.

His blunt nails were digging into your hips, coaxing them down harder to grind against him. Unsuccessfully, he attempted to raise his head up only for you to pull harder down on his hair again, head thumping against the top of the couch so you could finish sucking a new bruise on his throat.

“Heyyy…” Jordan chided, making another attempt to lift his head up, “You're not being very nice.”

“Sorry.” You let him go and sit up, feigning sympathy as you bite your lip to hide the satisfied smile emerging on your face. His cheeks were flushed, eyes shiny in the late afternoon light. A sweaty sheen already appeared on his reddened chest, highlighting his panting lungs and hard nipples, one adorned with a silver barbell.

“I'll forgive you if you take it all off.” Jordan bargained, his fist already enclosed on the front of your bra.

The weight of his veiny arm dragged it down the tiniest bit, revealing the tops of your breasts. He pulled you closer, nose to nose as his lips grazed yours. It was quite intimate, breathing in his exhale as steely blue eyes traced your features.

You pretend to consider his trade for forgiveness, glancing down and watching as his fist twists tighter in the stretchy material. Beads of sweat were already gathering between your breasts, the fan breeze tickling the hair on the back of your neck that escaped from your haphazard updo.

As graceful as you can, you slip off his lap and stand between his open legs. It’s all you can do not to gawk at the bulge straining the seam on his shorts. He had already grasped it, a big fist enclosing around his clothed cock and he looked at you expectantly.

Gingerly, you hooked your thumbs under your waistband, slowly sliding one side over your hip bone to reveal the soft skin underneath before pulling it back up and plastering on a sly smile. Jordan squints his eyes at you, an unsatisfied huff leaving his nose as he shifts in his seat. You pretend to pout and turn away from him, fingertips delicately tracing up your sides before reaching your bra.

You rid yourself of the garment, your skin thanking you as the constricting article flops lifelessly on the floor. Jordan’s foot reaches out and taps on your calf, a silent plea to have you turn to show him your bare chest.

Looking over your shoulder, you place your hands delicately over your breasts. Jordan was sitting up, hand no longer resting over his bulge and instead reaching out to yank down playfully on your waistband.

You let out a shocked yelp, spinning around to stop him from pulling down your shorts completely, the thin bottoms already almost halfway down your ass. Before you can grab his hands he snatches your wrists up in a firm grasp, bordering on painful. You wince and gasp at the pinch, stumbling forward. He pulls you down between his open thighs, your knees making a thudding noise as they hit the rug.

“Jordan-” You fussed, half-heartedly struggling to be let free. Your heart was hammering erratically in your chest, posture shrinking under his hungry gaze as you sat back on your heels. Musky sweat mixed with sandalwood cologne swirled around you as he leaned over you, toned muscles rippling under his skin in a captivating way.

Suddenly, you couldn't hear the cars honking on the street below, the kids playing on the playground behind your apartment, or your downstairs neighbor’s terrier barking at the door to be let out. Just the sound of your own shaky breathing as Jordan studied you like a lab assistant would a mouse.

Your whole world was flipped upside-down, literally. One moment there on your knees, the next your back was hitting the rug and Jordan was hovering above. He pinned your wrists above your head, showcasing his strength as he wrestled you into submission below. It made your pussy flutter, Jordan had a slightly crazed look in his eyes before he ducked his head and bit into the meaty juncture of your shoulder and neck.

The pain melted you into the plush rug, stopping the struggle and silently convincing you to cave like grasping a cat’s scruff to make them go limp. You could feel him thrusting his hard dick into your lower stomach as he straddled your thighs, arching your back in hopes he’d make more contact with your body.

Jordan soothes the bite with his hot tongue, the saliva left behind cooling on your skin. He sinks his teeth into other parts of your chest and neck, the shallow bites leaving barely there crescent moon shapes into your skin.

You watch as he licks a broad stripe between your breasts, catching every drop of sweat with his pink tongue. He trails up to your lips, licking your mouth open and pressing down harder on your restrained wrists. You can taste the salt on his teeth as he kisses you harshly, as if he was begging to become one with you.

“M-More, god please- touch me-” You manage to gasp out between his bruising kisses, rubbing your thighs together desperately. Tears sprung to your eyes as he was off you in an instant, panting deliriously as his sudden absence made you dizzy.

You hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, crinkling your brows in confusion as you roll over on the rug to your side. Propping yourself up on an elbow, you turn your head to the tiny kitchen, blocked from your view.

Jordan emerges with a clear glass filled with ice water. The condensation is already gathering on the translucent cup and dripping a few drops on your linoleum floor as he walks towards you. Sitting up fully, you shift to your knees and look up at him with wide eyes, feigning innocence as your skin buzzes with excitement.

Blinking away the tears in your eyes, you grasp the bottom of his shorts as he stops in front of you. The ice clinks like chimes on a windy day as he dips his thumb into the water, swirling it around before pressing it against your kiss-swollen lips. You smile against his finger, parting your lips as he pushes into your mouth. The digit is cold as he presses down on your tongue, his other fingers wrapping around your chin to keep you still.

As Jordan slides his thumb further and further, you lean into it. Pulling down his shorts and boxers until he’s left naked, muscular thighs tensing as you claw at them. He kicks them behind himself and teasingly, you bite down on his knuckle. Hard enough that it surprises him and you can see it in his blue eyes.

With a lingering touch, he draws his hand from your mouth, dragging your bottom lip downward. He fishes an ice cube from the glass and pushes it between your teeth, setting the glass down on the side table. You suck on it like hard candy, the water cooling your dry throat and slowly shrinking with your heat.

You move the ice to your cheek, stretching your tongue out to lap at the underside of his cock, savoring the salty sweet beads of precum that was gathered on his tip. It earned you a sharp noise of surprise, his hands flying to your chaotic updo as you took the head in your mouth. You could feel him throb as you swallowed more, the ice rubbing against the side of him.

A tiny flick of his hips forward has him touching the back of your throat, causing you to gag. Drool mixed with water dribbles down the side of your chin and he conducts your head with a fist in your hair. Your lips are stretched thin as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure, his long eyelashes fluttering against the tops of his cheeks.

The ice is melting rapidly, only a small sliver left in your mouth when he roughly pulls you from him with your hair, muttering something along the lines of stop and shit. The pain prickles your scalp and you let out a whine, panting to catch your breath. Jordan is flushed from head to toe, red splotches mottling his toned torso and thighs. He releases you, the hand holding you hostage untangling in your hair and slips down the side of your face.

Jordan’s fingers wipe the drool from your chin and for a moment it feels domestic. You let yourself melt into his hand, nuzzling your cheek deep into his palm. The spit on his fingers gets wiped on your cheek and you quickly cringe, jerking back and wiping your cheek on the back of your hand.

Amusement twinkles in his eyes, his thin lips quirked up in the corners as he snorts out a laugh.

“That was mean.” You mutter and pout, watching as he pinches another ice cube between his forefinger and thumb before kneeling down to be level with you, heavy cock bouncing between his muscular thighs as his knees hit the rug in front of you.

“Not as mean as you pulling my hair, brat.” Jordan snarks back, pressing a firm palm between your breasts and urging you down.

Once your back was flat against the floor, you watched with half-lidded eyes as Jordan brought the ice cube to his lips and sucked it into his mouth. As he moved it around with his tongue, you could hear the faint tapping noises it made against his white teeth.

Strong hands grasp at your shorts and yank them down along with your underwear in one swift motion, his rough movements pulling your whole body down several inches closer to him. Your fingers dug into the plush rug awaiting his next move as he threw your little cotton shorts and panties expertly over his shoulder.

“Slut.” You disguised the word with a cough, mockingly looking around as if to say, who said that? He cocked an eyebrow, well versed with your usual snarky comments to know there was no heat behind it. You knew it only spurred him on.

Biting your lip he lowers himself down on his stomach and presses what would be warm open mouthed kisses between your open thighs, the ice cube leaving trails of chill along your burning skin. Cold tingles through your core as his mouth connects with your pussy, toes curling in surprise.

You gasp his name, hands flying to his sweaty hair as he feasts like a starved man on your cunt. With rough hands he shoves your knees upwards, your feet barely resting on top of his tan, freckled shoulders. You freeze suddenly and let out a high-pitched whimper as he presses the ice to your swollen clit with his tongue, holding it there as he watches you struggle.

Jordan resumes his earlier actions, his short, pink tongue licking you open until the ice melted. Internally, you sighed in relief, his tongue slowly warming up the longer he sucked and lapped at you. His right hand slipped from beneath your knee, letting it rest on his shoulder. Tentatively, he pulled back and you could feel him spread your folds apart, seemingly pleased with the view as he let out a small noise from the back of his throat.

You clench involuntarily at the sound, breath catching in your throat, letting your head thunk back to the rug. You fail to exhale as he pushes two fingers deep within you, dropping his head to flatten his tongue against your clit. He curls them slightly, and you can tell he is trying to find that gooey, soft spot within you. The slightly uncomfortable stretch dissipates as he ghosts over where you need him the most, your heel pressing into his back in response.

You don’t even need to look down to know he’s got the sly, cheshire cat-like look on his face, especially as he quickly finds that spot and presses it again, as if he was massaging a knot out of a sore muscle.

“Jordan…” You murmured, craning your head up to look at him, pulling on his hair. Your thighs were quivering the tiniest bit, heartbeat strong within your core.

He hummed in response, eyes closed and cheeks red only opening them as you tugged hard on his hair.

“Jordan I wa- need you to fuck me.” You say hesitantly, his tongue and fingers still hard at work. Jordan, to your (not) surprise rolls his eyes in response, removing his mouth from your swollen nub and replacing it with his thumb, grinding down harshly.

You yelp, getting the point, “Please!” The word is sudden and pushes past your teeth and lips without you giving it a second thought.

“Right. Ride me.” He demands as he sits up and moves next to you, laying and urging you to straddle his hips. It doesn't take much convincing, body already moving and positioning itself over his hard cock. You fit the flushed tip in, looking up and not wanting to miss his expression when you falter, noticing he never wiped you off his mouth. You were smeared from the tip of his nose all the way down his throat. Something feral ignites within you, he was like an animal with his prey all over his mouth.

Fingers dig themselves into your hips, pulling you to sit fully on his dick. It stretched you, falling to your hands on his heaving chest. Jordan did not wait much longer before he was thrusting up into you, pulling and pushing you around like a ragdoll.

Though, his eyes kept flitting away from yours, something to the side of him was catching his attention as he fucked you. It confused you at first, until you looked in the direction he was so drawn to. Jordan left the cup of water just a few feet away on the floor, the condensation dripping steadily to the ground.

“You want this?” You asked mockingly, you knew the answer as his eyes lit up when you leaned over and picked it up, his pace slowing to steady, deep thrusts that had you dizzy.

“Yeah-” The response was hoarse and short, like he couldn't imagine anything greater than the ice in the cup.

Sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, you tipped the glass slightly, watching as a small drizzle splashed over his flushed chest, beads of water rolling down his ribs and to the floor. You could care less about ruining the stupid rug. His breathing grew shaky, fingers sure to leave bruises with how hard he was gripping you.

Stopping the stream, you carefully hovered the glass an inch or two over his mouth, splashing it over his lips and chin as he swallowed the rest. For a moment, you rest the cup beside his head and kiss him deeply, savoring your own taste on his tongue before pulling back and steadying yourself on his chest again.

He was barely pressing into you now, his hips only pushing upwards like it was an afterthought, all attention focused on where you would spill the water next. Jordan’s eyes were glazed over and his skin was splotchy and red like you had never seen it before.

Reaching in you grabbed one of the last remaining cubes and tossed it in your mouth, sticking it in your cheek. You let a larger gush of water spill onto his neck, Jordan keening high in his throat. If you concentrated hard enough you could swear his dick was growing harder with every splash of water you gave him.

Emptying the rest of the glass close to his navel, you admired the way his muscles ripped under the cold. Setting the glass aside you leaned down, noticing the way Jordan lifted his head up, like he didn't trust you to be out of his sight. You maneuvered the ice between your front teeth, shooting him what you hoped was a sexy, flirty smile before rubbing the ice over his nipple.

Jordan’s back arched fully off the ground, the head of his cock ramming itself into your g-spot. You saw stars but you persevered, curling your toes at the way his nails scratched at the skin on your lower back, as if he was trying to anchor himself to anything at all. He was quite vocal, nonsensical phrases patched together by moans and your confidence swelled.

Trailing the ice across his chest and to his other nipple, he stilled before you reached it, almost holding his breath and waiting to see how the ice would interact with his silver barbell.

“S-shit- ohfuck-” The words came out broken as you traced the perimeter of his nipple, letting the ice bump into the silver jewelry gently.

“Put me out of my misery- please…” Always with the theatrics. Now it was your time to roll your eyes before diving all in, giving that nipple the same amount of attention and then some as the ice melted completely. His blunt nails left raw welts along your back, biting into the soft skin there, hard.

Jordan must’ve gotten annoyed of your teasing because the next thing you knew your roles were reversed, his lean body towering over you as he shoved your knees to your chest, barely giving you anytime to think before he was pounding into you like it was his life’s mission to fuck you brain dead.

His hair got in his face, sweaty strands sticking to his forehead. Through blurred vision you could see a prominent vein rising under the reddened skin on his neck. Now it was your turn to spew nonsensical phrases, switching between begging and pleading to demanding and mean. But your mind went blank and your jaw went slack as he somehow found your clit with his thumb and started grinding it mercilessly.

The part of you that was still alive and functioning (albeit, a very miniscule part) wanted to look down and see how he was managing to fit his hand between your bodies. But your head stayed put, eyes fighting to stay open as the warmth in your belly spread from the tips of your fingers to the ends of your toes.

“Cum. Now.” Jordan spit through gritted teeth, huffing straight into your face.

“Tr-trying-” You think that was your voice, but you couldn't really be sure with how faint and broken it was.

“Try harder.” Jordan was mean, but you loved it. Fire licked at your appendages as his thumb circled faster and faster until-

Was that… you? Crying out in a voice that could only be described as animalistic and raw. Pressure released from your body and you felt as if an invisible weight had been lifted off your shoulders. So mind-blowing you felt like crying, and you think you are by the way your eyes are stinging and you can feel wetness slipping down the side of your head and gathering in your hair.

When you finally came back down from space, your soul back to your body, Jordan was no longer above you, but next to you, head propped up against his hand. You side-eyed him, not yet ready to move a muscle in fear your body would fall apart with such a movement.

“Welcome back, princesa.”

Princesa?

“Since when do you know spanish?” You whispered, turning your head ever so slightly towards him. God, he was gorgeous.

“We live in SoCal. Of course I know spanish.”

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chrizzmaster · 24 hours ago

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Ur dead homeowner au got me maladaptive daydreaming like I've never before and I'm making everybody's problem /j

My mind came up with this either stupid or genius idea so sorry if I start rambling and it gets too long...

Imagine Reggie (aka Regina Rejection) being the only one (maybe other than like Skylar or smthn) that actually LIKES the reader. Not in a shallow way, or "I'm just being polite way", but actually like enjoys the reader's company and actually defends them against the other objects (which I know is ooc but bear with me, I have a point-)

I just imagine Reggie appearing after so many objects have rejected them and he's all excited cuz he's expecting DRAMA, smthn JUICY. Like, he's expecting the reader to be someone so incredibly sassy or hateful and he's about to revel in the notion that there is someone who's just as much a ragebaiter as he is but when he does finally appear, all he finds is something...pathetic.

It's nothing dramatic, nothing exciting, it's just...sad. The reader isn't even being rejected because they did something that really set ppl off, they just...exist and everybody hates them for it.

Everybody's grieving and they're pinning all that unchecked emotional baggage on an innocent person and I like to think Reggie absolutely hates that. He hates when the concept of hate is used for stupid reasons like "they don't act like this dead person I miss so that means they deserve all the shit they get".

So imagine Reggie befriends the reader (maybe even more? Wink wink?) and actually TEACHES them to be sassy and self-confident. His moto is now "If they hate you for no reason? GIVE THEM A REASON" like he's all why waste all this good hate wallowing when you could use it to your own advantage.

Now gone is the soft and gentle new homeowner and in comes someone who actually knows their worth thanks to the literal concept of Rejection, and takes NO SHIT from anyone and they don't have anyone to blame but themselves.

Oh, Stefan burned their food again out of spite? Good luck having a rusty stove top then, I ain't cleaning your shit in weeks. Deal with the fall out.

Rebel starts talking shit? To the far corner of the attic with you, where you can collect dust along with Vaughn.

Hector acting outta line? Guess who's buying a new AC unit!

And any time someone tries to tell them off, Reggie's just there to call out their hypocrisy like "Tf did you expect? For them to just take your bs forever? Did you just expect them to be a doormat for eternity? Y'all are such pathetic losers lmao."

And anytime reader fights back with their own brand of menace, Reggie just stands looking so proud and lovesick like "Hell Yeah! You're doing great, sweetie!"

*ahem* anyways, thank you for coming to my Ted talk. I love Reggie and I want him to be the unexpected guiding light for the Reader, thank you very much.

Love your work btw!! Chef's kiss! 😚👌🏻✨

Staying for only a month or two and the objects had started this one-sided beef with you for no apparent reason. Their excuse for this sudden hatred towards you? You were 'replacing' their old houseowner and weren't acting as they would be. Why the fuck would you? You were your own person! But you were understanding... too understanding. Too nice. You let them all step all over you with a patient smile on your face- hoping that they' soon wake up from their blind hatred and accept you.

For now, you're getting rejected time and time again by almost all of the objects in the house- and it doesn't even stop there! You managed to develop a hate relationship with the personified of nightmare and existential dread! Seriously, what god did you pissed off? How could this many things alike despise you so-?

Reggie was having the time of his life feeling the rejection in the air! Deciding to finally show himself- eager to see who was this asshole that could get almost a hundred objects to hate them. You might just be his kind of guy. Excited and jittery, he turned up to witness Cam telling you to, "Fuck off, asshole!" and vanished as the trashcan fell (on purpose, he's sure) the contents of it spread across the floor as you sighed, getting on your knees to clean it up. Reggie cringed at the sight, you who were so focus on cleaning up you didn't even notice him.

The sight was... pathetic.

He wasn't expecting an evil mastermind dictator- no. Perhaps a ragebaiter such as himself filled with sass and a pinch of hate in them but you were anything but. One glance at you was enough to know what kind of person you were.

Gentle, polite, kind and patient. Ugh, Reggie's going to barf.

Then... what was all that about? Cam left calling you an 'asshole' but an 'asshole' wouldn't be cleaning up his trash. This was just plain pathetic and... sad. Once you were done cleaning up, you went to the sink to wash your hands only for the water to splash all over you which had you wincing and turning the tap off. Your upper body being soaked.

The look on your face had Reggie even feeling sorry for you.

You just... existed. How could they hate you for just living? Was this hatred coming from them because of the old houseowner? Was that it? Just because they were grieving- hell, he spent some time mourning as well- so this was an excuse to pin all their unchecked emotional baggage on you? Reggie was a lot of things but the thought of an innocent pure soul such as yourself being a victim to all these objects who lacks emotional intelligence (and critical thinking) was genuinely pissing him off. He hated how the concept of 'hate' was used for stupid reasons such as this.

When you turned to find a towel, Reggie was right next to you handing one that he simply took from the table beside him. "Here you go."

"Thanks...?" Your wide eyes were a clear sign that not one of these objects had served you with even the slightest bit of kindness.

You dried yourself off and was going to say something but suddenly widened your eyes in fear, quickly apologizing, "I'm so sorry! I didn't even ask who you were! I'm so rude- forgive me, please-" Reggie's eyebrows knitted together, feeling uneased and cut you off, "Hold your horses- you don't gotta apologize for nothin', alright? Ya hear me?" He placed both his hands on your shoulders, looking straight at you.

"I-" You were at loss of words- no one had treated you this... nice?

"Right," Reggie sighed, placing a hand on his hip, "I'm Regina Rejection," he introduced himself to you, an air of of danger around him that you could sense but... strangely enough you felt quite safe with him. If his name is anything to go by- he's the personified of 'rejection' then.

"You can call me Reggie," he added as you nodded. "That's a really pretty name, Reggie!" You thought the compliment would had him smiling and yet you were met with a disappointed shake of the head, "Tsk, tsk. Oh no, honey- You're too nice!" You flinched at his outburst which had him softened his eyes but still looking annoyed. Not annoyed at you- but perhaps at how, as he put it, nice you were.

"Let's make a deal, alright?" You blinked and then slowly nodded. "You not even gonna ask what the deal is?" Reggie looked at you with a questioning stare, raising a brow at your dumb expression.

"R-Right! What kind of deal...?" you asked hesitatingly.

"I'm gonna give you some lessons to stand up for yourself!" Reggie place an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, "Look- these objects hate your guts-" you winced at the silent admission being acknowledged aloud, "So-! I say, we give them a reason to hate you." The smirk on his face had you gulping nervously on what to expect for your future 'lessons'. "They hate you for no apparent reason, right?" With your nod, he continued, "Then why waste such hate? Grasp it and embrace it! Use it to your advantage," Reggie finished, using his free hand to poke your chest.

"But I-" Reggie released you from his touch, "No buts!" He crossed his arms, giving you a warning glare. "Then- what do you get in return?" The expression on his face had you nervously gulping as he smirked proudly, "Why, I get to witness rejection and taste the hate of course! Nothing better than to see hate being spread among objects and people alike," the beautiful man said with a proud smirk and you couldn't help but crack a smile of your own. It was... sweet to see this man being all happy about things people deem negative and yet he was the only one that treated you the best- it was ironic. How could the personified version of rejection who thrives on hate be so kind?

Your lessons were hard at first- you not knowing how to defend yourself, always too timid and scared; Reggie had called you a 'people pleaser' which you didn't bother to argue back because the fact was, you were. Reggie seemed to know you better than you know yourself or anyone for that matter. Your bond with him grew and it was clear that there wasn't truly a 'deal' in this- though, yes, you both do get your own respective benefits in it but truthfully- Reggie just wanted you to be happy.

The objects noticed how you changed the more you hung around Reggie- definitely not a good sign. Only then did they realize how they had heavily taken advantage of your good nature. Long gone was the soft and gentle you- now it's replaced with one that was under the influence of Reggie's ways and honestly? They couldn't bring themselves to blame you or him- it was their fault in the end of the day.

So, when Stefan decided to burn your food- you promptly dumped the food into the trash and left it as it was. The stove remained rusty and dirty for weeks on end. Stefan had never felt any worse- especially when you installed a new stove right beside him. Instantly, panic filled in him- were you going to remove him then? What's going on? And Reggie had the nerve to appear in front of him and mocked his state. "Who told you to burn the human's food, hm? Isn't cooking your job and yet you couldn't even do that. Human thinks you're broken- useless. Well, you are getting a little... rusty, huh?"

The rest of the kitchen witnessed Stefan being removed from the house just like that- fear in their hearts, scared to be the next.

The bathroom wasn't safe either. The minute Rebel spoke when you entered the bathroom with the dateviators- immediately, you brought out a new squeaky shiny rubber duck and place it where Rebel's duck was. Rebel? Inside the trash where you later tied up and threw into the outside garbage can.

Reggie high-fived you when you entered, flashing you a grin which you returned with your own and consumed with joy- you embraced Reggie, holding him close and tight as he hugged back. "I'm proud of you, baby. Don't ever let anyone treat you like that again," Reggie muttered in your ear, pulling away as he does so. You were still in each others arms as he used a hand to move your hair away from your face and leaned in close. You sucked in a breath, waiting for when he would close the gap but it never came. "Now, who would be our next victim?" His voice filled with trouble whispering in your ear that sent shivers down your spine in delight.

"Well, it's awfully hot in here, huh?" you replied back, eyes drifting to the vents. "And it's summer. Oh, you poor thing," Reggie puckered his lips into a pout, exaggerating his words.

The day you replaced the whole A/C unit in your home- Celia decided she had to take some sort of action. The 'mayor' of the house came forward after the people who replaced the A/C went back home seeing you in Reggie's arms on your bed. "Oh, what're you doing here?" he asked while Celia simply ignored him.

"I need to speak to you, human." You nodded, gesturing her to continue. Celia cleared her throat before speaking, "This isn't right. You can't replace these objects- the old houseowner wouldn't-"

"Well, they're dead," you said, eyes glued to the wall with a blank expression, "This is my house now and I can do whatever I damn please with it. The stove kept burning my food, the duck was old and rude and you know how much I hate the heat, so how could I put up with an A/C that doesn't do its job?" Your eyes were now on Celia who looked tensed, her brows knitted together as she stared at you like you were some sort of monster. "Ask yourself- if you were the almighty human in the house; would you be stupid enough to have some broken objects staying here without doing their jobs?" Celia's reply never came and you smirked, "Exactly."

Face red in anger, Celia spluttered, "I-"

"Hey, could you actually just leave us alone?" Reggie chimed in, "Seriously, did you expect them to take your bullshit forever? To be a doormat for all of eternity? Be so for real."

Defeated, Celia nodded, not even bothering with regards as she just left.

"You were so hot when you told her off." You tilted your head up from Reggie's chest to see him with proud adoration in his eyes. A chuckle escaped your lips as your cheeks turned a pretty pink, you mumbled a "Thanks" and took his hand in yours and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, "I couldn't have done it without you."

A sigh was heard above you as you felt Reggie playing with your hair, "Well, you are a great student." You snorted, "That's not what you said when you first started teaching me."

"Oh, whatever." Reggie then pushed you gently off his chest and to the soft bed, straddling your lap as he leaned close with his forehead touching yours. "Could you tell me off too? Hm?"

Snorting, you narrowed your eyes at Reggie and teased him, "Oh, how much I hate how you for not treating me like shit like everyone here does." Reggie burst into laughter, leaning towards you and holding your shoulders for balance, "Good one, babe!"

You let out your own chuckle as you clasped Reggie's face with your hands and pulled him close as you two sealed a kiss. Who knew rejection could taste so sweet?

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lady-datura · 2 months ago

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nerd!armin doesn’t like to share…

the semester’s over, and that means it’s time to celebrate and let loose :D

except someone wants to keep you all to himself

(art credit: musapylsa on tiktok)

Strobe lights flashed through the cramped, crowded dance floor as music blared through the cheap speakers sitting on a makeshift DJ booth. Everything you saw was washed in a mixture of blue, purple and white flashing lights. You felt good- really good. A light buzz coursing through your veins with the beat of the music, you couldn’t help yourself from swaying and smiling along with your friends.

It had taken a little convincing, but as a reward for acing your finals for the semester you and your friends had decided to go to one of the more underground rave clubs near your university. You slipped on your skimpiest dress and heels, styled your hair and makeup to perfection, and confidently arrived at the club ready to dance away the stress of the last semester. You wouldn’t have made it through that anatomy lab without your lab partner, Armin, giving you those private tutoring sessions. You’d have to remember to thank him later.

As the music dipped and swelled, the beat carried your body, making you feel as if you were floating. The alcohol might have had something to do with it, but damn did it feel nice to truly let go for a night. As you gazed across the dim, crowded room, you thought you spotted a flash of familiar blonde hair. However, by the time you glanced over again, it was gone. You hummed to yourself for a moment before shrugging and going back to the music.

Suddenly you felt a pair of hands ghost over your waist, gently guiding your movements. You turned around with an exasperated expression, expecting to see one of your friends. Your eyes widened as you realized it was not in fact one of them.

“Hey there, pretty girl.” The man smirked, raising his eyebrow slightly. He seemed familiar, but definitely not someone you’d fraternized with much.

You gave him a mildly disgusted look, hoping to deter him from continuing his pursuit. To your dismay, he continued anyway.

“Name’s Eren. I feel like I’ve seen you around before, do you go to school here?” He fixed his thick, dark hair under his frat baseball cap, clearly trying to show off his arms in the dim light.

Eren… Eren, Armin’s friend? You stood there puzzled for a moment trying to figure out how these two could possibly get along before realizing that he was still waiting for an answer. Sighing, you decided to oblige.

“Yeah, I do.” You replied curtly, turning back to your friends and the music.

You heard him chuckle behind you, and after a moment a gentle tug on your shoulder.

“Hey, come on now, let me at least buy you a drink.” He smiled again, pulling at the collar of his already-torn t-shirt. You sighed and considered for a moment.

“Alright.” You had to admit he was attractive, even if he was a frat boy. Maybe a little fun wouldn’t be so bad, as a treat.

You follow him through the thick crowd of people, his hand on your waist guiding you through. You smirk to yourself a little at the confident gesture, but decide not to mention it. When you make it to the bar, he glances over at you expectantly.

“Gin and tonic.” You said, flashing a small, sweet smile. He nodded and waved over the bartender as you looked around at the dancing crowd. For a moment you think you see a blonde out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked again, it had disappeared. You shook your head slightly before turning back to face the bar, Eren’s hand outstretched with your drink.

You took it gratefully and began sipping as you made small talk with Eren. To your surprise, he actually seemed quite passionate about politics. You talked with him for a while, or rather, listened to his strong opinions for a while before his phone started buzzing in his pocket.

He glanced down and sighed, offering an apologetic look.

“Sorry, it’s my buddy. He might be looking for me.” He put the phone up to his ear and turned away, and you thought you saw a familiar name on the screen for a moment. You shrugged to yourself, going back to people watching.

Suddenly there was a hard tug on the side of your dress, and before you knew what was happening you were being whisked away from the bar.

“Wait- hey!” You exclaimed before glancing up and seeing very familiar blonde hair and glasses. “Armin?”

He glanced down at you and nodded as he continued guiding you away from the bar, his phone against his ear.

“Yeah man, I’ll keep an eye out- Yeah, yeah. Later.” He quickly ended the call as he stopped by the back corner of the club, his arm still around your waist. He looked back down at you, his expression almost… annoyed?

“Armin, what are you doing here? Why did you just-“ You started, pausing as you noticed his expression shift.

“My friends dragged me out here. I don’t mind the crowd or noise so much, though. It’s kinda fun people watching.” He raised his eyebrow slightly, glancing between you and the bar. “So, who was that?”

You shifted slightly, shrugging. You glanced back at the bar as well, spotting a confused Eren glancing around looking for you. You turned back to Armin, slightly annoyed.

“Some guy named Eren, he bought me a drink and you just swooped in and-“

That face again, why did he keep making that face? There was something in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“I needed to talk to you, I figured Eren could wait.”

You furrowed your brows, crossing your arms over your chest. You noticed his gaze drop for a moment as you did that, but you decided to let it slide for now.

“Isn’t he one of your buddies?” You pressed, and he shrugged.

“Yeah. I called him just now so he’d finally take his eyes off you for a second.”

Your eyes widened as you thought back to Armin being on the phone when he grabbed you.

“That was you?”

He seemed slightly sheepish now, his cheeks flushed from the heat (and probably a few drinks, judging by his demeanor). He nodded, his gaze dropping to your waist as he pulled you closer again.

“You don’t need guys like him swarming you, trust me.” He murmured against your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. “I’ve never seen you in this outfit before…” He trailed off, his eyes glued to your dress.

You felt your cheeks flush under his heavy gaze, the room suddenly feeling much warmer. You were acutely aware of his steady arm around your body, his chest rising and falling against your arm as he stood pressed against you.

“Why do you get to decide that?” You pressed further, looking back up to meet his gaze. Not that you particularly cared for Eren, more out of curiosity about Armin’s true motives.

He groaned and buried his face against your neck, taking you by surprise. You pushed him back slightly, just enough to look at his face again.

“Hey, are you that drunk already?” You laughed slightly, and he shook his head with a sheepish grin.

“No, you just smell really good.” He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder, and you sighed. When you glanced over, you realized why he was suddenly being so clingy.

Eren had glanced over to the two of you, clearly noticing the situation and disappearing back into the crowd of people. You sighed and smiled to yourself.

“He’s gone.” You poked his side lightly. He chuckled and looked back up at you.

“About time.” He muttered, nipping gently at your ear.

Your eyes widened again as you blushed and pushed him back again.

“Armin, what’s gotten into you?” You said playfully, intrigued by his sudden change of character. While you had gotten to know him quite a bit through your private “tutoring” sessions, you had never pegged him as the jealous type.

He shrugged again, pulling slightly at your short dress.

“You’re the one who came out looking like this…” He trailed off, rubbing the fabric through his fingers.

You shivered at his touch, your pulse quickening.

“Are you saying it like it’s a good thing or a bad thing?” You questioned, smirking slightly.

He laughed and smiled, looking up at you with a hunger that left you breathless.

“A good thing, a very good thing.” He paused for a moment before adding, “For me.”

He leaned in, nipping at your ear again before trailing down to your neck. You shivered, your arms moving to rest over his shoulders.

“Hey- there are so many people around-“ You protested lightly.

“So?” He muttered against your neck, almost growling.

You sighed and pushed him back slightly again.

“I’m not a trophy to display.” You added somewhat sternly, and he quietly considered for a moment.

Suddenly you felt him pulling you away again, towards the dark hallway lined with bathrooms and some kind of storage closet labeled “Employees Only.” He quickly slid past the door, completely ignoring the sign as he pulled you inside.

Before you had time to process, his hands were on you, his lips glued to your neck. You let out a soft sound, only fueling his growing hunger.

“I need you, please.” He murmured between hot kisses down your neck, his hands wandering up your thighs and under your dress.

You moaned breathlessly, nodding. “Y-yeah, keep going.”

Between his sudden possessiveness, the needy touches, and probably a little alcohol, you realized that your panties had become soaked. Armin quickly realized this as well, his fingers tracing over the damp fabric. He groaned against your neck, sending shivers across your skin.

“Mmm, already wet for me? In public too… So naughty.” He breathed against your skin, causing even more heat to pool in your core.

“It’s not- mmm- my fault.” You managed to stutter as he began softly stroking over your panties, your core throbbing with need.

You felt him smile against your neck as he slipped a finger under your panties, gliding through your slick as he moaned.

“God, you’re so perfect…” He softly bit into your shoulder, causing you to gasp and moan.

“Armin-“ You shivered as his finger glided over your needy bundle of nerves, sending shocks of pleasure through you.

He groaned, rubbing tight circles over your clit as your legs began to tremble.

“Mhmm, say my name again.” His voice was dangerously low, his other hand moving to grip your ass as he continued pleasuring you.

You gasped, your head falling back against the wall behind you as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Fuck, Armin…” You moaned, trying desperately to keep your voice down. Despite how quickly your mind was becoming foggy from pleasure, you knew you didn’t want to get caught in this closet.

“You remember the reproductive unit in our anatomy lab? How there’s more than one way to stimulate the clitoris…” He trailed off as his fingers slipped into you, curling up and applying pressure against your sweet spot.

You blinked, seeing stars as he began pumping his fingers inside you, never letting up on the steady pressure.

“Oh fuck- oh god-“ You stuttered and moaned, your legs shaking as you leaned more heavily against the wall behind you.

“Good, good, just like that.” He murmured against your neck, breathing in your scent as you trembled against him.

Tension coiled in your stomach as he rapidly pushed you closer to the edge, your mind completely consumed by the sensation of his fingers inside of you.

“P-please, please I’m so close.” You whimper, holding tightly onto him.

He chuckled softly and nipped your ear, murmuring, “Come now, come all over my fingers for me.”

You gasped, his words sending you careening over the edge into bliss. He continued pumping his fingers through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasure before quickly spinning you around to face the wall.

Still in a daze from the pleasure, you brace yourself against the wall as you glance back at him.

“Armin?” You questioned softly, watching as he swiftly unbuttoned his pants and revealed his hard, aching cock.

You squeezed your thighs together at the sight, drinking in the needy expression on his face as he slowly stroked himself while looking at your disheveled state.

“You’re so fucking hot…” He muttered, barely audible against the muffled music and voices outside.

He stepped closer, his pupils blown out as he looked up at your gaze, a quiet plea in his eyes. You quickly nodded, slipping out of your panties and bending over slightly, presenting yourself to him.

He groaned and quickly closed the distance between you, his hands grabbing your ass and hips, grinding desperately against you.

“Nnngh- please, please, I need your sweet little pussy…” He whined against your ear, pulling your hips back against his body.

You quickly nodded, moaning softly. “Y-yeah, take it-“

He wasted no time, sliding the head of his dick through your folds, teasing you for a moment before pushing inside. You gasped, your breath getting caught in your throat as you felt him slowly fill you, inch by inch.

He groaned as he bottomed out inside you, giving you a moment to adjust before starting a maddeningly slow pace. You whined and squirmed against him, desperate for more.

“P-please, faster…” You stuttered, eliciting a dark laugh from him as his grip tightened on your hips.

“Nngh- be patient.” He moaned, steadily increasing his rhythm.

Suddenly you heard a phone buzzing, startling both of you. Armin paused for a moment, pulling out his phone and scowling. You managed to see the name on the screen before he declined the call and tossed his phone back in his pocket.

“Eren? Think he’s looking for you?” You said with a small grin on your face.

He narrowed his eyes at you, holding your gaze as he suddenly slammed into you.

“Fuck!” You cried out, bracing yourself against the wall.

He continued the brutal pace, pulling out and thrusting back into you with enough force to cause your thighs and ass to slap against his body. Each stroke hit your g-spot perfectly, causing your legs to tremble once again as you felt a familiar tension coiling in your stomach.

“Mmm- Armin, oh my god…” You moaned, earning a curt slap on the ass.

“Yeah? Say it again, who’s making you feel this good?” He growled into your ear as he snaked his hand around, rubbing tight circles on your clit as he pounded into you.

“Oh fuck- Armin!” You gasped, your legs barely holding you up as pleasure coursed through you, the heat and overstimulation becoming almost unbearable.

You heard the faint sound of someone calling out a name outside the door. Through your pleasure-addled brain fog, you caught what sounded like Eren’s voice calling for Armin. The sound seemed to set Armin off even more, and you felt his hand make contact on your ass again.

“Again. Louder.” He breathed against your ear, leaning in to suck and bite on your neck.

You shivered at his possessive tone, moaning as he nibbled your skin.

“Armin, please!” You cried out, your walls fluttering and clenching around him as you rapidly approached your second climax.

He groaned and smiled against your neck, never letting up on his brutal pace.

“Good girl. Go on, come for me. Let me hear you.”

You whined and gasped, moaning his name over and over as you came hard around his throbbing cock. He groaned, thrusting a few more times before his hips stuttered to a stop, spilling inside you.

You both panted heavily, leaning against the wall for support as you caught your breath. After a moment he slowly pulled out, a cocky smile plastered across his face as he fixed his pants and glanced up at you.

You blushed as he drank in the sight of you, ruined and breathless against the wall. He stepped forward again, turning you around to face him and capturing your lips in a hot, passionate kiss. You felt his tongue piercing as he entered your mouth, sending a shiver through your body.

The sound of Armin’s phone buzzing cut through the heat of the moment, and he groaned into the kiss. He finally pulled back, pulling his phone out and answering the call with an exasperated tone.

“What? Yeah, I’ll come find you. Okay, yeah, by the bar. Heading over.” He ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket before turning his attention back to you.

“Eren. Apparently he thought I disappeared.” He said as he started fixing your dress and hair, helping you slip back into your panties.

You laughed and smiled up at him. “Well, you kinda did.”

He shrugged and smiled back. “Yeah. Hey… Come by my place tonight. Once your friends go home.”

He looked up at you sincerely, his ocean eyes searching yours.

“Thinking about round two already?” You grinned, poking his shoulder.

He laughed and shrugged as he reached up to fix his hair. “Maybe. That, and treating you to a nice breakfast.”

You smiled and nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll text you.”

He kissed you again, holding you for a moment before sighing and opening the door.

“Don’t be too long.” He flashed a quick smile as he turned to head out of the closet.

You sighed and nodded, pushing him out. “Yeah, yeah.”

#armin #nerd armin #aot #aot smut #armin arlet x reader #armin arlert #smut #smut with a little fluff #jealousy #possessive #borderline yandere armin #eren yeager #frat eren #nerdmin #help i cant stop

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hii! i saw your "s/o who is always cold" with enha. could u maybe do the same with s/o who is always warm

͘ ࣭⸰ ✬ ͙ HOTTER, HOTTER „

‧₊˚ 𝓼𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: s/o who is always warm 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : enha x 𝑔𝑛．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff , crack 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 : yes ! 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : pet names, physical touch, lmk if i missed anything

— ( 𝓂𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ) : lowk embarrassing cause that was one of my first fics 😭 pls leave reblogs, they are much appreciated !! ♡︎

֪︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶ིྀ︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶֪

⊹ 𝓁ℎ𝑠．

heeseung doesn’t understand why you’re always warm but he does what he can in order to cool you down

if it means you both have to sleep without the duvet at night, so be it

or if you have to move to the living room/another room where it’s cooler, he’s going with you

doesn’t care if he’s cold or not

you threw the comforter off of your body, shifting for the fourth time that night. heeseung was sound asleep next to you until you sat up, ready to get out of bed.

“baby?” he sat up, hair fluffy from his pillow. his arm remained around you as he pulled you back into the bed.

“where are you going?”

“to the living room.” you whispered.

“are you warm again?” he opened his eyes all the way, now looking at you with concern.

you nod, throwing the rest of the thick blanket off of you.

without a word, heeseung rolled out of his side of the bed, walking to the door.

“come on,” he held out his hand for you to take. your bows furrowed in confusion but you got up, grabbing his hand and following him.

you both walked downstairs, the breeze from just walking giving you a bit of relief. heeseung guided you into the cool living room, letting go of your hand as he settled on one of the couches across from the first one.

“hee, are you sure you aren’t cold?” you chuckled, almost feeling bad for him coming down there with you.

“i’m good as long as you’re good, honey.” he mumbled, his eyes closing once his head hit the sofa’s pillow.

⊹ 𝓅𝑗𝑠．

he’s kinda concerned

but he takes care of you nonetheless

he adjusts his living for you

meaning, since you’ve moved in together, your apartment’s ac is always blasting

even if it’s in the middle of winter, he’ll buy snacks that cool you down like ice pops and what-not.

overall, he just wants you to feel comfortable

“jeez, why is it so chilly in here?” you shivered at the sudden temperature change as you and jay entered your apartment, setting the groceries on the counter.

“didn’t you say it was too warm for you last night?” he asked, putting some things in the freezer.

“well yeah, but i didn’t realize you would turn it into an icebox in here..”

jay chuckled, turning to face you, “do you want me to change it then?”

“no no, it’s fine, but aren’t you cold?”

he shrugged, “feels great to me.”

yes, he was freezing but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

⊹ 𝓈𝑗𝑦．

jake is so caring when it comes to you

even if you can yourself the slightest, he’ll drop what he’s doing and do anything he can to cool you down (like jay)

he even buys you one of those small handheld fans

he keeps ice packs too, especially on a hot summer day

he buys you a lot of tank tops or any clothes that keep you cool

you sat next to jake while he played one of his games as he occasionally spoke through the mic to his friends. every few minutes, he would turn and check if you were okay or if you needed anything.

but when he saw the thin layer of sweat on your forehead and your hand come up to wave air into your face, he quickly removed his headset.

“you okay, love?” he asked, brows knitted together.

you nodded, still fanning yourself slightly.

“just a little warm, that’s all..”

he said something into his mic before standing up and leaving the room.

he came back with the white fan he bought you and a change of clothes.

“change and then use this, alright? let me know if you want a glass of water or anything.” he kissed your head as you thanked him, turning to head to the bathroom to change.

⊹ 𝓅𝑠ℎ．

once again, hoonie knows when you’re bothered by something

whether you’re someone who’s always warm or always cold, he knows when you are and when you aren’t

you don’t have to say anything

like jake, even if you fan yourself once, he’s already at your side with an ice pop and the ac turned all the way up LMAO

im ngl, he gets concerned too and he may ask you about it

does his research so he can know how to help keep your surroundings just right; not too warm, but not too cold

and if you like it, he might run you a cool shower or bath

also, he often takes you to the skating rink where it’s absolutely freezing

“hoon, what are you doing..?” you watched him from the sofa as he stood by the wall, clicking buttons on the thermostat.

“setting the temperature.” he said plainly.

“i thought it was already set?”

“it was, but i’m fixing it for you.” sunghoon responded as he continued to lower the temperature.

“for me..?”

“yeah. you’re always warm.” he had finally set the thermostat to a reasonable temperature, now joining you back on the sofa to start the movie you wanted to watch.

you smiled as he wrapped his arm around you, absolutely enamored by his thoughtfulness.

⊹ 𝓀𝑠𝑤．

sunoo is someone who’s definitely concerned for you

he takes care of you but also reminds you to take care of yourself, especially when he’s not there to do so

he buys a lot of water for you and keeps fans all over your house

he insists on you drinking it even when you’re not hot

he teases you sometimes, calling you his sunshine since you’re always warm

he likes to make homemade popsicles with you

“hey sunshine, did you drink anything today?” sunoo asks, kissing your cheek before sitting next to you in your shared bed.

“yeah, only water.”

“how much?”

“about.. 7 bottles.”

“hm.. that’s not enough.” he sulked, poking your side.

“sunoo, i literally peed like 11 times today. i’m pretty sure it was more than enough.” you giggled, remembering how you had to pee almost every 30 minutes.

“well, google says—“

“my bladder is telling me something different. if i drink another bottle, i think i’ll piss myself.”

⊹ 𝓎𝑗𝑤．

jungwon takes you on walks to cool you down

even during summer, he’ll wait til the evening or night when it’s cooler and he’ll take you walking

he’s very considerate of you and always making sure you’re not overheating or anything

he also likes to make sure your room is cool before the two of you go to bed

“you okay, baby?” he glances at you as you both walked through your neighborhood. you nod, shuffling closer to him and holding his hand tighter.

“this is nice.”

“the air or the walk?”

“both.” you responded, smiling at him. the air relieved you, cooling down your warm body.

“and being with you. thank you for caring so much.”

“no need to thank me, love. it’s what i’m supposed to do.” he kissed the top of your head. “are you thirsty? still warm?”

you shook your head, “no, i’m okay. the walk is really helping actually.”

he nodded, smiling slightly, continuing your stroll in a comfortable silence.

⊹ 𝓃𝑟𝑘．

ki tends to find this amusing (?) since he tends to get cold easily (idk if this is true it’s just for the hc guys 😢)

he’ll tease you, calling you his “personal heater”

he always puts his hands under your shirt to cool you down and to warm him up

all joking aside, he does try his best to keep you cool even when it’s freezing to him

he’ll surprise you with cold treats like slushies or frozen yogurt

and if it’s a summer day, he might even buy water guns/balloons or visit a pool

“riki, get off of me,” you whined for the third time, trying to push the boy off of you.

“it’s way too hot.”

“you’re warm, though.. aren’t my hands making it better? i’m freezing..” he sulked, his cool hand rubbing circles on your belly.

“i guess..”

“exactly, so stop your whining.” he grumbled, turning to watch the show that played on the tv screen.

“but you’re heavy! and i feel like i’m suffocating.”

he sighed, lifting himself up, “stay here.”

he walked out of the room for a second, coming back a few minutes later with a blue slushy drink in hand.

your eyes lit up as you happily took the drink from his hands, immediately taking sips from the straw.

“thank you, babe.” you smiled.

“yeah, yeah.” he answered playfully, climbing back on top of you.

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