#JEALOUS BY NATURE

[joelsgirl]

Jealous By Nature ~ Joel Miller x Reader

IT'S A FREE USE WORLD, YOU'RE JUST LIVING IN IT PT.2 > PT. 1 HERE Request Via Ao3 by Maggieee716: I’d love to see jealous/possessive!Joel when other men try to use reader. Word Count: 1.9k Muse: Dark!Joel Miller Content Warnings: Age Gap, Size Difference, Rough Sex, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Free Use both by a stranger and Joel after that, Elements of dubcon with stranger, Joel assaults stranger, Blood on Hands, Slapping, Name Calling, No Use of Y/N +  Want to see more? I’d love to see some requests, here!

They know you’re spoken for. Know you’re off limits. It usually gives you the confidence you need to walk down the street. Usually. Except for the days when Joel’s away, and the rest of the men in Jackson know it. You can’t help the itch of panic that scratches at your chest, eyes darting left to right as you cross the makeshift street.

The sun is warming up, it’s making it harder to keep covered, to protect your... assets. You should be grateful, you know that, Jackson provided food, a roof over your head, shelter from an unforgiving world... and for the most part, you were, but not everyone in this town treated you the way the Miller boys did... and you hated when they weren't here. Had come to like belonging to them, to trust them in a way you hadn't thought possible given your arrangement.

The waning sun gave way to twilight rays as you make for the direction of the home you share, hoping to get back before anyone else in town notices you. You'd slipped out for a few supplies, clutching them to your chest as you pick up the pace, just a few more blocks. It wasn't that you were scared of what they'd do to you, it's happened before, the rules of the town were something you'd accepted long ago - no, you feared what he would do to them.

Joel had always had a possessive streak, hell it was the reason you belonged to him in the first place. The moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one; claiming you was easy. No one fucked with Joel Miller.

No one, except the idiot who'd just stepped into your path. Blocking your exit with a body almost as big as Joel's... Christ. You curse as you try to step around him, eyeing the last few meters before your house. So damn close. "Where are you off to, pretty lady?" His voice was deep, words slurred only slightly. You could smell the alcohol on him, feel the uneasiness in his stride... you're not fooled, know he could take you in a second if he chose to.

"Just on my way home, Joel and Tommy are waiting for me..." Usually the name drop is enough to make anyone who didn't know you were claimed to let you go, but not this guy. Nope, the great buffoon only seemed to perk up at that. "Know they're on a huntin' trip, won't be back for a few days." Damn. Second strike in as many minutes.

“Just… hang on.” You know you can’t avoid the inevitable, but you don’t want to break the things in your arms, either. Turning around to place them on the ground, nestled up against the wall of the building you were both standing near. Barely placing them before his hands were on you, keeping your body bent at the waist, forcing you forward until you’re pressed hard against the rough brick.

You can’t stop the squeal as a hand comes down on your little ass, tight and exposed. Peeking out of the tiny little dress you’re wearing, nothing underneath, easy access - always were a stickler for the rules.

He slaps you again, this time on the other side, warming the skin of your ass with his huge hand before you hear the zipper of his jeans being tugged down, his cock pressing against your cunt. “Always wanted to know what you felt like, fuck, such a pretty little slut you are… shame the Miller boys got to you first, we’d all love to have a piece of you… prettiest toy in town.”

His cock slams into you hard, your screams echo in the street as you desperately try to adjust to the size of him. He doesn’t give you a chance, groaning as he pulls back and slams in again. Fucking your hard, fast, like he wasn’t sure how long this opportunity would last and he’d be damned if he didn’t take it.

Your skirt is hitched around your waist, and the hand not clinging to you, pulling you back onto his cock yanks the top of your dress down, exposing your tits as he takes one in his hand. Kneading you roughly, slapping your chest, your ass again, before finding your nipple. He’s fucking you so hard, your teeth grind together. All you can think about is Joel…

“Such a tight little cunt, aren’t you? No wonder those boys are so-“

His words are cut off, an just as suddenly as the onslaught had begun, his cock was sliding out of you… no, being pulled out. Glancing back over your shoulder, you’re met with an impressive sight. Joel was standing there, his forearm locked around the guys throat, a knife pressed against his jugular.

“That’s my girl you’ve got there.” She recognized that tone, it was the kind he used whenever he was working patrol, or doing a job for Tommy. Whenever he’d captured someone and was getting ready to go to town on them.

“Sorry, Joel, sorry I-“ his words were cut off again by the tip of the knife being pressed into the soft skin of his throat. A warning slice, enough to draw blood. “I ever see you put hands on her again, and it’ll be the last thing they touch. Understand?” His fierce nodding only made the blade cut in deeper, so he stopped. Hands up in surrender.

Joel held him in place for a moment longer before kicking the backs of his knees out with his boots. Watching the man sink down, below you now as you scramble to pick up the supplies you’d put aside. Barely getting the last of them in your hands before Joel’s arm snakes around you, lifting you clean off your feet and throwing you over his shoulder.

Your dress still tangled around your middle, your petite little body vulnerable and exposed as he carries you home. He doesn’t put you down until the door's locked, and he’s double checked to make sure no one has followed you both. You don’t say a word, can see the darkness in his eyes, the monster within simmering beneath the surface.

This is the first time you’ve been able to get a good look at him. He has fresh blood on his hands from the man’s neck, still shining in the dim rays of the filtering sun. He’s got a shining purple bruise around his left eye and a split lip. Instinctively, you want to reach out, touch him; make sure he’s okay…but you know better.

Patrol can be brutal business, despite his stoic exterior, you know it affects him more than most. He does the heavy lifting, the dirty work, and it's slowly chipping away at his psyche. He detaches when he kills, though twenty years in the tenth circle of hell is enough to destroy anyone who wasn't Satan himself.

You stand there, waiting ever so patiently as he looks you over, almost as if assessing you for any damage. You wanted to tell him you were safe, uninjured, that everything was okay - it didn't happen often... but again, you knew better. So you remained, waiting, letting him realize for himself, trying not to think too hard about the emotions swirling around inside you.

The pride you felt in his care, in knowing he came back early. He won't say it was for you, won't say it's because he was worried about leaving you alone for so long, but you know the truth; he knows you do, too. It wasn't ever meant to be like this, neither of you were meant to develop any kind of feelings, that wasn't the arrangement of the town but again with that lick of pride, the adoration you feel as he closes the distance between you.

His hands are rough as he grabs you, a bruising grip on your waist, spinning you around where you stand. Booted feet kicking your own apart a few more inches. Grinding his thick cock against your ass, the dress still hitched around your waist, almost like a belt. "You're mine, little slut." His voice is a low growl in your ear, the first words he's spoken to you since returning; and it sends a chill straight down your spine. You can feel how wet you are already, aching for his touch, for his hard length.

He needs you just as badly, making quick work of his zipper before lining the tip of him with your tight little hole. His hands find your waist again, teetering you forward, forcing you up onto the tips of your toes, his grip and that big cock driving home the only things keeping you upright. You cry out at the invasion, still so overwhelmed by his size. He doesn't give you a chance to adjust, never does. Sliding out to the tip before slamming in again, his thrusts brutal and possessive. As if the act alone can convince the world that you belong to him.

Tears well in your eyes as he fucks you, the delicious lick of pain blending with the pleasure of his cock, driving you to the edge of blissful insanity. This wasn't a life you envisioned ever having, yet it was one you'd chose over and over again regardless of other paths placed before you. One hand left your waist to wrap around your hair, jerking your head against his chest, forcing your back to arch almost painfully. His lips brush your ear as he watches your tits bounce for him.

"Mine." His possessive growl enough to make you cum on it's own, the orgasm building within as he fucks you deeper, the sound of his hips slapping against your soft skin blending with your cries. Your tight little cunt milking his cock as his pace becomes wild, erratic. Chasing his release, your whole body shaking from the force of his use before your orgasm slams into you. So hard you see stars, gushing over his cock, cumming so hard your vision fades in and out, the world around you glitching as if the antennae was broken.

"That's it, there's my good little slut, cum on my cock. My cock. Such a good little doll for me, aren't you?" His own orgasm taking over as he fucks into you hard, thick ropes of cum filling you so deep, you can't help but wonder how you ever lived without him. Your delicate hand finding his wrist, wrapping around it the best you can, clinging to him like he was an anchor to this world and you'd die without him as he fucks you through both of your orgasms; grinding so deep you can feel him in every part of you.

He's rutting in and out almost lazily when Tommy walks in. You're so delirious with pleasure, you don't even notice him at first... not until he's standing before you, his lips finding your own. Dipping his head to your level, letting Joel keep his hold of your air, keep your body in that position... His kiss of greeting doubling as a promise, a vow to claim you just as his Joel had...

"Ready for round two, big brother?"

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[fure-dcmk]

a story where kid and heiji gets along (and conan gets jealous)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i can’t really explain this properly but suguru is a “you’re mine, and i’m yours” kinda guy while satoru is just “i’m yours”….. do u get what i’m saying.

[yrsonpurpose]

Taylor Zakhar Perez Gets Ready for Vogue World: London

[azul-marie]

ada. (enamour)

fem. reader. love rivalry including ada/reader/leon. (focus on reader)

something cold digs in between your shoulder blades, sending shivers up tense muscles.

it’s a sudden sensation. catches you off guard you forget to call out to leon, whose back is turned to you whilst sifting through paper files laying across an abandoned wooden desk. the latest room you’ve snuck into seemed abandoned enough — save for its open window rocking back and forth on screeching bolts. they must’ve entered through there mere seconds before the two of you did.

warm, sweet breath tickles your earlobe. another round of shivers overtake your senses. this time, through, you recover quickly enough to react.

your hand flies to your pocketed blade and in an instant is pressed up to their throat. it is then you realize, recognize who your company is. she smiles serenely at you, acting like the knife at her neck isn’t sharp enough to slice through bone. she bears her pistol with all the grace of someone who’s caught you in her web, not the other way around.

“long time no see, kitten.”

her deadpan voice practically echoes through the silence of the night. finally surprising your partner into turning around. what surprises him further is the way ada gazes at you, almost identical to the way she did at him all those years ago.

“ada.” leon says plainly, hand hovering over his own pistol. his eyes flicker between the two of you, to the way your hand fumbles with your blade, to how she smiles a little too suggestively for someone being threatened. he’s certain you’re about to push her down, or for her to knock the knife away from your obviously loosened grip — neither happen.

instead, you carefully tuck your blade away and greet her with a coy smile of your own.

“i wasn’t expecting you here, red.” your arms cross, a guard of sorts. you knew full well of the games she liked to play. she holds your eyes as she slips her pistol back in its holster, searching for something you refuse to show. it’s been a long time, indeed, but you still remember how to compose yourself around her. it’s all rather flattering.

ada circles you, trailing her fingertips over your shoulders. her silky touch is the only weapon in her grasp, but it is perhaps her most dangerous. she takes pleasure in the way you shift beneath her watch, how your pretty face fights to remain mild. she’s no fool. she sees the smile playing at those luscious lips of yours — why bother hiding it? she’s all sultry eyes just for you, now that she’s finally managed to separate your stuffy partner’s hip from yours. seems he hadn’t changed after all. he really was the clingy type.

it was cute. once. not when he happened to be clingy with you of all people.

“once i heard you were around, i just couldn’t help myself.” her arm comes to rest around the curve of your waist. her fingers press into the flesh of your hip, easing you closer. her lips hover over the soft of your neck, almost kissing a path up to your ear. your breathing stutters, and she purrs, “wanted to stop by and catch up with my favorite girl, is all.”

you scoff, but there’s no stopping the heat rising up and over your face. those pretty lips of yours finally turn up in a smile, bashful like a schoolgirl crush. the temptation to run her thumb over your bottom lip runs strong — until an awkward, intentional clear of a throat interrupts the thought.

“i’d appreciate if you left my partner alone.” leon interjects, striding to stand tall besides you. in a swift motion he interweaves your elbows together and pulls you towards him, at once halting the hold she had on you. it’s a comfortable, possessive sort of touch. how quaint. cute little leon, still wearing his heart on his sleeve.

given the way his hand clamps around yours, he must really have it bad. what a shame. for him.

ada is slow to drag her eyes away from you. she even runs them up, down, over your lovely body for good measure. she can’t have leon thinking she isn’t willing to compete — two can play at that game. his fuming glower tells her he’s gotten the message loud and clear. as he should. she zeros in on the way his grip tightens around yours, again, cozily touching you as if you were his.

a quirk of her brow suggests ire. “glad to see you, leon. to think, after all this time, you’re still such a lucky man. who would’ve thought she’d end up being your partner?”

the two of them stare each other down with such intensity you wonder what other history they share aside from you. tension seeps into the chill of the nighttime air. leon’s coiled up so tightly it raises worry, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his bicep to placate him. for all you know, the mysterious plagas infecting him could thrive off stress, and he’s already had plenty of that so far.

almost immediately does your touch have him redirecting his notice towards you. his intense gaze softens at your pretty eyes studying him. his broad shoulders gradually relax in your embrace. he’s visibly calmed by the simple act, much to ada’s amusement — and her vexation. her fingertips dig into her palms, wishing it was your hands beneath them instead.

“ada, why are you really here?” you inquire, and she’s pleased when you finally set sights back on her. she’s not fond of the questioning, however. she purses her lips. her expression morphs into a cautious neutral. you’re aware you won’t be getting a direct answer, no matter how much she likes you.

ada sighs, “oh, sweetheart. you know i don’t work and tell.”

guarded, she saunters to the opposite end of the room to the very window she slithered in through, overlooking the bleak scenery with little interest. you slip past leon to follow after her, grasping her fingers to keep her from going any further. pleasant warmth seeps through from your fingertips to hers. there’s no time to relish it, although she longs to feel more. calculating eyes regard you and you alone.

“leave the girl,” demands ada. “she’s lost no matter what. you walk away now…and who knows? maybe you’ll live to meet me again.”

keeping her eyes locked on yours, she brings your hand to her lips, and presses a languid kiss across your knuckles. a stain of red now marks you as hers. play glimmers in her irises. “…maybe i’ll even take you on that date i promised.”

“you think we’re gonna give up that easy?” leon’s voice cuts in, weighed with barely contained venom.

“right.” ada exhales a laugh. how true. the two of you really are perfect for one another. hearts of gold, heads full of dreams. she turns towards a silently seething leon, whose eyes pierce her every move. he does a poor job at hiding his envious glare towards your entwined hands. “how about we continue this discussion another time?”

she drops your hand unceremoniously, in favor of pressing a kiss to your cheek. the pulse of your racing heart is nearly tangible. such a sweet girl, flustered by a simple kiss. longing parts her lips in their journey up to your ear to whisper, “stay safe, beautiful.” she pulls away with an air of nonchalance, committing to memory the clear look of shock she’s frozen you into. it takes all she has not to go back in for another kiss, for there’s no knowing where her lips will land if she does.

“keep her safe for me, will you, leon? she’s really quite precious, you know.”

and just like that, she’s gone.

you nearly stumble towards the creaking window for a vain glimpse into the night she’s disappeared through. half shocked, half mortified of your audience still gaping at you, you could only hope he wasn’t put off by the instance of his flirty adversary. or the fact you had no quarrels in encouraging her.

a hand wraps around yours, warm and tight.

“careful. leaning out a little too far there, don’t you think?”

leon sounds rather relieved now that it’s back to being the two of you. ada must’ve been a sore sight for whatever reasons he’s held within. you avoid his eyes to recollect yourself, murmuring apologies beneath your breath.

then, a touch upon your cheek, the very one she’d kissed, puts a stop to all thoughts. your eyes flutter up towards leon’s. his usually somber expression has turned sour, scowling and scorned in a way you’re unfamiliar with. his hand cups your face, thumb frantically rubbing off what must be a lipstick stain ada’s left behind. the intensity of his eyes only adds to your embarrassment, makes you wish he hadn’t seen her in the first place. maybe then he wouldn’t be upset, angry with the ghost of her presence.

“here i thought luis would be my only problem.” leon mutters, so softly you’d mistaken he’d spoken at all. when he notices the shift in your pretty eyes, the sweetsoft concern that struck him weak, his gaze mellows instantly, and he blinks rapidly as if coming out of a daze. rose pink springs across his face in a blooming blush, a bigger surprise than his supposed anger. he rips his hand away upon realizing himself, leaving you curious.

“i mean—i meant, she’s the last person i expected to run into here. it’s—it’s a long story. won’t bore you with it. just know she’s probably not worth trusting completely. it’s best you’re careful around her. i’d hate…i wouldn’t want you hurt.”

his voice goes quiet at the end. his head is turned away, body tight and tense, hands fiddling with the holsters of his weapons. it isn’t like leon to speak so personally. so openly about his emotions. and you know it isn’t because of ada’s mere presence, what must be a recollection of the past.

you touch your cheek, still warm from his skin.

“you’re the one i trust, leon. we came here together, and we’re leaving together. i’m with you until the end.”

courage overtakes bashful notions. you close in beside him, reach up to push a lock of his hair behind his ear. cup his shying face, a tender encouragement to share his vulnerability with you. leon’s eyes fall back on yours too easily, too swiftly for a simple friendship. you see it; he is incapable of masking it.

it’s somewhat of an honor he’s so fond of you. it’s a reminder to be gentle with his feelings, though you yourself may not have yours sorted out just yet. but it is ascertained that you care immensely for him, perhaps in the way he’d like you to. perhaps not. there’s plenty of time to work things out.

“i’m with you, ace.” you smile, tugging his cheek until he returns one of his own. “there’s no one else i’d rather have beside me. got it?”

leon nods, convinced. “yeah. thanks.”

you pay a playful pat to his cheek, satisfied with his answer. “good, good. now, why don’t we get moving? we wouldn’t want to keep miss ashley waiting. what were we even looking for in the first place? some kind of key?”

the mention of the mission reinvigorates him. “yeah, exactly. should be somewhere around here, if you can help me look.”

“sure! let’s just hope we can get by without someone interrupting again.”

“wouldn’t that be nice.” scoffs leon, slipping his fingers through yours to lead you back towards the other half of the room. this habit of wanting you close was really too cute. willingly do you allow him to take your hand as he pleases.

all the while you will your heart not to flutter at the lipstick still staining the other, red on red alike.

[cinnamonsikwate]

"why couldn't shuro have just been honest about what he felt with laios and falin it's not that hard" are you. are you White

[0vergrowngraveyard]

i wanna see more of sonic getting a little jealous of tails hanging out with people when they first started making friends

tails is talking with knuckles while they look for the master emerald and sonic is just like ‘uh, that’s my little brother?? tf??’

i just think it’d be neat

[glitter-alienz]

@idiot-mushroom's SCRAP design is the cutest shit ever it fills me with joy, OV metalhead is there too i guess (they're friends in my heart)

they're gonna take over the world sci-fi horror style ^_^

[aithusarosekiller]

Thinking about that one Jegulus au inspired by that one good omens fic where Regulus and Mary are chaotic angel best friends that exists only in my mind and my DMs with Evan

Hmmm

[lucreziagiovane]

THE BORGIA BROTHERS + putting the family's interest above their sister's concerns

"Everything I do is for the family."

[bloodbathfortwo]

Nigel and Alex have their rare moments of intimacy behind closed doors. Lingering touches, and blazing warmth.

[mando-din-lorian]

I love me Star Wars time travel shenangians and I am absolutely giggling at the idea of Din going back in time and being, like, an expert in Yoda behavior and antics.

He’s spent so much time with Grogu, he picked up on things that seem to be natural for the species that perfectly align with Yoda.

He knows that they’re a carnivorous, and while they have sharp teeth to cut into meat, they typically swallow their food whole. He knows they like small prey, something usually slimy as it’s easier to swallow, and that food is important to them (as their species burn a lot of energy despite being small - my personal headcanon is that it’s because they’re so naturally in-tune with the force and use it more to often for basic living, thus it takes a lot to replenish that energy); offering food is like showing them off that they’ll be safe and well-fed with you, so when Din offers Yoda a raw, slimy eel as an offering of good-intent, everyone is absolutely baffled, disgusted, and enthralled when Yoda just swallows that mucus-covered atrocity whole and pats his legs, and they’re basically besties now

Din knows that they’re incredibly perceptive to sound due to their large ears, and thus speaks soft and quiet (or, you know, his natural way of speaking 😂) when talking with Yoda. He also knows that it’s easy for them to get ear infections, especially if they get a lot of water or wax-build-up in their ears, so any time after a mission in the rain, or in water, Din offers Yoda space-ear-wax cleaner and Yoda is like knows how to treat a person, this bitch does

And he just ends up getting along so well with Yoda and does things no one even considered to be Yoda thing (because Yoda is a maniac and likes to watch people bask in the confusion of his antics) that it’s just baffling. They don’t know what to do. How the fuck. What the fuck. They’re absolutely baffled, bamboozled, and bewilderment

To summarize, Din is Yoda’s homie and they have brunch every Friday and Din is more than comfortable with Yoda perching on his shoulder because their species likes having the higher ground

[fidjiefidjie]

🦊 Dixie est jaloux 🥰

Source :SaveAFox

👋 Bel après-midi

[trans-cuchulainn]

had a really interesting convo yesterday about ethics and whether intent or results matters (eg if you tried to make an ethical purchasing choice but the business was actually exploitative as hell, does that "count") and very much came to the conclusion that sure, if you're concerned with your personal immortal soul, as a christian might be, then intention counts. but if what you're focused on is your impact on the world, then intention means nothing if the actions have negative results, right? (that doesn't mean you're to blame for them! you didn't know! but you also don't get "ethics points" for trying, you know?)

and this also got me thinking about the whole christian idea that sinful thoughts are as bad as sinful actions because. they're just not imo. maybe for the sake of your Immortal Soul they are points against you, if that's your jam. but in terms of putting good into the world, in terms of your impact on other people, the ONLY thing that matters is what you choose to do with those thoughts. there is no way that "was kind to someone who was pissing me off, for the sake of community harmony" or "helped an acquaintance with a task even though I felt resentful about the time spent doing that" is a Bad Thing for the world

and it made me wonder how much purity culture and thought policing is rooted in (mostly evangelical) cultural christianity and this idea that ethical choices are an individual thing because what matters is the impact of them on YOUR soul and not, you know, things we do because of what we owe the world around us / because of love for others / because a world where people are trying to put good into it is a hell of a lot nicer to live in than one where people are only worried about themselves

i grew up evangelical but like. fairly mild evangelical and even though there wasn't a big focus on hell and stuff, i definitely fixated on imperfect thoughts and behaviours that were putting absolutely no harm into the world, rather than focusing on what i could do to put good into it, and that individualistic vs outward-focused approach to morality has been something i've grappled with a lot as an adult. but i never really thought about it as simply as this and really that's what it boils down to. are you making the ethical choice because you're trying to put good in the world, or because it would make you a "good person" to do so? because the answer to that 100% defines whether it's the thought or the result that counts

[duckapus]

Idea: one of those "Ash somehow ends up in a group chat (usually with the Champions or Legendaries, sometimes with other characters) the first day of his journey and it messes with the series" AUs that've been popping up on AO3 lately, but instead it's a group chat made up of alternate versions of himself. One of them's the canon version (or at least close to it), the rest are AU versions, at least one of them is Ashley (not sure if trans or just genderbent. leaning towards trans), and all of them are from post-series and trying not to give too many spoilers because they don't want to overwhelm their "mini-me" or make things too easy for him 'cause if they do he won't grow as a trainer and person like they did (not that he'd want them to coddle him like that anyway. He's always wanted to get through on his own merits not have victories just handed to him). Also Arceus told them not to (who else do you think would've set this up?).

Granted, sometimes even when they do give spoilers it doesn't help much between them not having perfect memories, being from alternate timelines so a lot of the details are different between them, and forgetting just how stubborn and bull-headed their Kanto Era self could be.

I call it the "Self-Help Hotline" AU

[nenoname]

one of stan's "low points" being struggling to run the shack in 1998 aka 2 years before the twins were born and soos came into his life....

that had to be the peak of his loneliness huh.