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⟢ ˎˊ˗ Kiara .ᐟ 9teen ⸝⸝ eng/ger/cn ⋆.˚
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Jeff the type of guy to just wander into your house and crash like it’s his own.
You’ve had so many door locks replaced when he just cracks them open with a knife or something that you’re debating starting to charge him for it. He’s like a stray cat really, acting like he hates you but keeps coming back for food, a warm bed & you.
He breaks in at ungodly hours of the night, crawling into your bed - bloodstained hoodie and all - to tug your sheets onto himself and steal your warmth. You end up spending half the night wrestling him for ownership of your own duvet. He might throw an arm around your waist if you’re lucky (and if you beg nicely for it).
He raids your kitchen cupboards too, leaving you wondering why you’re going food shopping twice a week for one person. Your living room looks like a nuke of gas station sweets and beer bottles went off every time he visits, you have to wash blood out of your clean sheets multiple times a week, buy a new lock when the tip of a rusted knife is wedged in the current one. Maybe a spare key would be a good investment…
He pretends it’s out of convenience - your house is quieter, cleaner and he gets much better food there - it’s the obvious choice when he needs an escape from a head full of static and a house full of people.
What he doesn’t - and will never - tell you, is that it’s the little moments of domesticity, the fact you never shove him out of your bed, you still make him tea at 1am no matter how many times you tell him it’ll be the last, you stay up until the sun begins to creep above the horizon watching trashy reality shows tangled together on the couch, that make him feel like he can be normal again. Every time he tells himself it’s just a quiet minute away, and every time he comes running right back like your place is an abundant spring of normality and he’s parched for it.
But he won’t tell you that, he’ll just keep showing up, keep bringing you offerings of stolen gas station chocolate bars, keep dragging you into his lap as Gilmore girls loops and you fall asleep.
18+ mdni.
Mmmm desperate Toby….
He’s been away oh so long, away on a month long mission with only a suggestive polaroid and a stolen pair of your lace panties to satiate him. Which for our resident needy boy, is obviously not enough. Not that he thinks the image of you isn’t the second most beautiful sight he’s ever seen, only falling behind the real thing, but when weeks stretch into a whole month of being away and on edge, bringing hatchets down onto the necks of targets - he’s burning from the inside out.
Wanting only to feel your skin under his rough palms, to skirt his hands up your sides, mark the delicate slope of your neck with bruises and bites.
He’s practically buzzing in the back of Brian’s truck on the way home, jittering erratically with the anticipation of being able to see you after so long - and to take you as his whims demand the second he walks in that door. He doesn’t say goodbye to Brian or Tim, they’ve had enough of his attention to last a lifetime, he flings himself out of the truck, racing like there’s a bomb under his front porch.
And you’re waiting, because of course you are, leaning one hip against the doorframe with a smile so sweet it could give him a cavity.
He doesn’t deny himself any longer, doesn’t stop to tell you how much he’s missed you, how beautiful you look - even though the words are on the tip of his tongue - the line between restraint and indulgence has been worn so thin he doesn’t care to acknowledge it’s existence anymore. His lips crash against yours in a mess of teeth and saliva, smeared from the gash in his cheek onto yours.
You don’t care, you kiss him back with just as much desperation, tilting your head back to allow his greedy tongue to explore every inch of your mouth he’s been missing for weeks. He kisses you like he’s trying to swallow so much of you he never forgets the taste, like if he tries hard enough, the shape of your teeth with be ingrained into his tongue.
You want to tell him you’ve missed him too, but neither of you can separate for long enough to articulate it. And by the way Toby has an iron grip around the back of your head, he doesn’t intend to any time soon.
You’re not sure when you end up in the bedroom, was it two orgasms ago, or maybe four? If you hadn’t already, you can say with confidence that every surface in your house has been thoroughly christened after tonight - and it’s going to take a yacht full of bleach to get some of those stains out.
It’s hard to think about the cleaning process when the beginnings of your 5th orgasm are sparking like firecrackers up your spine and along your inner thighs. They dangle uselessly either side of Toby’s hips, littered with fingerprint shaped bruises in shades of dusky blue and purple that match the ones across his broad shoulders and back.
His thumb circles your sensitive clit for the nth time tonight, forcing your back into a harsh bow as the overstimulation feels like an electric current buzzing under your skin. You clench down instinctively and he groans hoarse into your neck. You feel his cock twitch inside you, and you drag your nails down his back so he can feel the pressure along his spine. His mouth returns to your collarbone, only this time he’s biting a little deeper and thrusting a little harder.
He moves his head to swallow your moans as you climax again, whimpering a choked sound into your mouth between intertwined tongues at the feeling of your pussy clamping around him like a vice.
Spit is smeared down your chin and neck, mingling with the blood fresh from his teeth in a watery crimson trail, as he tries to muffle all the sounds he’s making into your skin. His hands drag your hips into him again and again and again, one arm slipping under your back, anchoring you to him like he’s trying to melt into you.
You can tell he’s desperate by the way his pace falters every now and again, more so than usual.
He spills into you soon after, flooding your insides with the warmth you’ve missed for so long. He stills, grinding deeper and deeper, watching the filthy mixture of your fluids after 5 orgasms as it’s forced out of you around his softening cock with a transfixed look in his eyes.
He doesn’t pull out though, and it’s enough to tell you that you should take the next 5 minutes as a blessing, because you’re not sure how much sleep you’ll manage to get tonight when Toby’s back - and needy to boot.
Last thirst of the night b4 I replay reanimated heart for the 50th time and go to bed 💔yes ik it tapered off bad but yk what we ball 🥲 have this lil thing while I work on smthing else for Creepypasta tho (๑>•̀๑)
I wasn’t aware using AAVE was offensive in some places huh? A lot of mixed race and culture friend groups in my area pick up each other’s dialects so half the white people here get accused of having a “blaccent”
Yeah I won’t lie I didn’t even know what aave was until that ask. I’m still not sure what word/phrase I used that was offensive and I would definitely go and correct it if they pointed it out for me, I want to avoid appropriating or saying anything offensive at all costs, I was just talking like both me & everyone around me speaks.
I’m not sure if it’s an English thing I said that’s considered offensive in America or something like that maybe? But i agree with you anon that people in certain social groups and especially between young people pick up shared cultural dialect and phrases, and in at least the south of England where I’m from I’ve never known it to be considered offensive - even after studying it in higher education.
Either way, I’d just like for the anon who said that to ask again and point it out - I would rather correct it to avoid causing offence & unhealthy discourse.
Hear me out, funny smau (for housewardens + Jamil) where the reader keeps sending them pictures of them. They can never see the reader when they take the pictures, they just keep receiving pictures of themselves doing normal stuff and are like "when where WHY"
Am I cooking chat? (ӦｖӦ｡)
Honestly anon u did cook hella good w this req 🙂↕️🙂↕️
I had loads & loads of fun writing this one !! I did end up doing overblot boys instead of housewardens & Jamil purely bcus I couldn’t think of anything for kalim so I hope that’s ok 😭😭
Js posted here !
⊹ ࣪ IN PLAIN SIGHT ⭑.ᐟ
overblot boys x gn!reader - taking pics of them from afar : from this request !
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
TWISTED WONDERLAND'S MOST JEALOUS !
Ace gets jealous in the most obvious way - no matter how much he denies it. Even before you started officially dating, he'd get all moody and defensive when someone else made you laugh a little too hard for his liking, making an obvious show of walking over and holding you from behind to rest his head on your shoulder, ignoring your confused expression to aim a sharp smile at whoever is taking up all your attention. He just gets worse after you get together, now on top of him obviously showing off your relationship, you end up having to comfort a grumbling ace (and laugh at his jokes more, his pride can't take it otherwise).
Being one of the most jealous, but also the most nervous, means Idia is forced to watch you interact with normies, who can actually socialise, through the cameras. It only makes him all the more jealous that he can't do anything about it, he's holed up in his room all day and as much as he might feel the urge to swoop in and steal you away like some shoujo protagonist, he'd really rather not leave his dorm. Don't get him wrong though, he'll still grumble and sulk about the fact you spend so much time with 'normal' people. His only solution is to practically smother you when you leave the real world to join him in his digital cave. Despite the fact his hair flares pink at the ends, he'll tug you into his lap while he games or let you smear as many affectionate kisses to his scarlet cheeks as you want to make up for all the jealousy he feels in your absence.
When Malleus gets jealous, it suddenly becomes everyone's problem. Spend just a little too much time hanging out with Ace and Deuce? He's now sulking outside of your window at ramshackle like a jilted lover - in the middle of torrential rain no less, ignoring the fact he was the one who caused it. He shows up at your lessons to stand waiting outside the door, hiding the tiniest smirk when your terrified classmates scuttle away at the sight of him, meaning he can press a chivalrous kiss to the inside of your wrist and whisk you away before anyone else gets the chance. He's reluctant to rudely interrupt when someone is stealing all your attention, but that doesn't mean he won't stand in the distance with a frown resembling that of a neglected puppy, at least until you desert your company to smooth the crease between his brows away.
Epel likes to pretend he doesn't get jealous - even as he practically turns green when someone has the audacity to even speak to you, let alone flirt. It's worse when they're both taller and more 'manly' looking than him - he can't help but feel a little insecure - which ends up manifesting in him running over and practically lifting you into his arms, shouting something about how his partner doesn't need a 6ft beastman when they have him. He'll feel embarrassed later, but that all goes away when you tell him he's the only man for you - and maybe reassure him about how strong he is. (Yes he is that easy).
Less jealous, more territorial, Leona doesn't hesitate to drag you away from whoever you're talking to if he so feels like it. It doesn't bother him to be rude, you're his mate, that gives his presence priority above all others really. You never seem to mind anyway, giggling at how possessive he can be sometimes despite the fact you two have been official for long enough that its obvious you're not going anywhere. Still, like the lion he is, he takes his sweet time biting and marking you in the most visible places - just so any herbivore who thinks they can get close knows exactly who they're challenging, if the scent of him clinging to you wasn't a clear enough message.
Jamil gets jealous more often than you'd think, he's just adept enough at regulating his emotions that he never lets it show. He's too busy to play the hero every time someone talks to you and even if he was, that's a little too unhealthy for his tastes. Instead he'll settle for watching from afar, secretly grinning to himself every time he sees you recoil after a poorly worded comment from another student lands wrong or, even better, when you ditch your current company to go see what he's doing instead. It's a little petty, but who would know?
A/N: sigh twst my 1 true love… also I will not be apologising for the person I become when twst s2 comes out 😛
©2026 seqretheart please don't repost any of my work on any other site, copy, modify, claim as your own or feed into ai.
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glazing them to get them to buy u something ! <3
lads men x f!reader - valko / sfw
A/N: first smau let me down gently 💔 also no Valko just yet cus I’m still trying to build a characterisation of him with the limited info we have :( (ik this needs a lot of work I’m genuine horror @ dialogue so js hopes & prayers this helps me improve & i also wrote this at like 2am so excuse it)
©2026 seqretheart please don't repost any of my work on any other site, copy, modify, claim as your own or feed into ai.
