#jealousy trope

[crazyoffher]

BREATHLESS.

summary: jenna's jealousy gets the best of her.

warnings: smut (18+) — rough sex, strap-on referred to as "cock", fingering, slapping, slight dirty talk, jealousy, implied continuing sex, slight teasing, dom!jenna + sub!reader.

word amount: 2400+

a/n: hi.

It took about one hour, three drinks, and unconsciously flirting with someone else for Jenna to dismiss you both, dragging you to the upstairs bathroom in the house and bending you over the sink to fuck you deep and hard with a strap-on.

The party was more of an afterparty, celebrating the premiere of Scream 7 that you had attended with your girlfriend, Jenna, not long ago. You both played characters in the movie that survived, Jenna’s being a recurring character while yours was new, finding love with the smaller girl during filming and leading you to the happiness that you never thought you’d find.

Ten minutes prior to finding yourself in a rather pleasurable position in the bathroom, you were sitting around an extended couch with the main Scream cast, talking and chatting as if you were all high school friends that hadn’t seen one another in years. The root of Jenna’s soon-to-come rage started with another new character’s actor, Jeremiah, that your character dated until the reveal of his character being one of the killers.

“(Y/N)!” He called from the other side of the couch, a disgruntled expression on his face that formed upon seeing you cuddled up with Jenna. Your head rested on her shoulder while her arm was wrapped around your shoulders, and he quickly covered up his expression and replaced it with a rather enthusiastic one, but Jenna caught it.

She caught every expression he gave you, seemingly only making it obvious to herself and nobody else that the boy had a crush on you. He hid it well, but not well enough to bypass Jenna’s hardening gaze she sent his way when she’d find him staring at you from afar. 

Or when he’d get a little too close for comfort, his arm brushing up against yours while he eyed you with a gaze filled with nothing but love when you rambled on about a topic.

Jenna fucking hated Jeremiah.

She trusted you with her life, knowing you’d never leave her, cheat on her, get mad at her for a stupid reason, nothing. You were the light that led her from the darkness, but God, did she wish that you weren’t so oblivious sometimes? She hoped day by day that you’d notice how Jeremiah acted toward you and immediately shut him down, but that day hadn’t come yet.

Instead, you unconsciously leaned into his flirtatious remarks as your conversation furthened, not seeing them as short-indirect advances and shooting back with words he took to heart. Jenna’s blood boiled. She knew you had no idea what flirtatious situations you found yourself in with him, but it didn’t help her urge to fuck you in front of everybody to show them all that you were hers. Hers only.

So instead, she did the next best thing and excused the two of you, her hand firmly digging into your wrist as she brought you upstairs and into the bathroom. “Jenna, are you alr-”

“Shhh.” She shushed you, closing the door behind you and locking it with a click before taking you into a bruising kiss. Your back met the door with force; Jenna’s hands were digging under your shirt and roaming your skin. Her fingers flicked over your breasts, and you let out a rather embarrassing groan at the simple touch, which only spurred her on. Her hands gripped the entirety of your breasts while she redirected her lips to your neck.

You pulled away in desperation for air, eyes blown as you stared wildly at your heaving girlfriend. “Baby, are you okay?”

“No time for me to answer that.” Her voice was husky, and her hands almost ripped your shirt off as she pushed it over your head. Jenna tossed the clothing item aside, her hands quickly sliding their way to your back to undo your bra, and your nipples hardened from exposure to the cold air when she slid the covering fabric off of you.

“Tell me,” she started off, two of her fingers moving to roll your nipples, and you let out a large breath at the sensation. You’d always been sensitive when it came to your breasts, and Jenna never wasted the advantage she had to use that part of you whenever she’d overstimulate you.

“Who do you belong to?”

“¿Qué diablos?” You pulled your head back, creating space between you and Jenna, and her eyebrows furrowed at you. “Huh?”

You sighed, being the bilingual one out of the two of you, and craned your neck to the side slightly. “Why are you being possessive? I don-” Jenna's lips on yours again, her hands messing with the belt strapped to your pants, cut your rambling short. She slid the belt through the hooks on your jeans, bunching it up and tossing it where your shirt and bra sat, and your underwear soon joined the mess on the floor.

“You don’t understand how badly he wants you, don’t you?” Her lips moved from your lips to your neck, sucking directly over your pulse point. A jolt of what felt like electricity shot down to your core, the sensation too pleasurable, though you fought back, “Who is ‘he’?”

“Jeremiah.” Jenna’s reply was simple: her lips removing from your neck. She kneeled down before you, hands placed on your hips, while those big, brown, wide-gazed innocent eyes looked up at you. A small smirk tugged at her lips, and you could only let out a small huff at his name, words piling in your throat but sticking to come out.

One of her hands that sat on your hips slid their way to the outline of your core, teasingly sliding her fingers around your sensitive area. You bit your lip, fiercely trying to contain a whine from the teases. “Baby, I don’t think he likes me. We’ve been through this.”

“I know we have.” Jenna pressed a small kiss to the side of your stomach, using that as a movement to catch you off guard when she slid her thumb through your folds, pressing down against your clit. You sucked in a breath, releasing a disgruntled noise when she started to slowly rub the nub in circles. “But you’re just too oblivious to see that he wants you badly. Never as badly as I’ll ever need you, though.”

“Jen-”

“But you just don’t listen, so I guess I’ll have to fuck the obliviousness out of you, yeah?” In quick maneuvers, Jenna stood up and grabbed your waist, giving you a dark look before forcefully turning you around to where your back was to her front. You gulped at the feeling of your ass brushing against something hard, realizing what was strapped to her hips inside her pants, and your mind filled with excitement.

Jenna pushed her index and middle fingers into your cunt with ease, her demanding words turning you on more than you knew and enabling her to fuck your tight, wet hole with ease. You let out a choked-out, breathy moan. In spite of knowing that she was making you feel wonderful, she went rough, the sound of your slick against her fingers making her own mind dizzy.

“Please.” You whined out, hands gripping the sink countertop, when Jenna bent your upper body over to dig her fingers deeper into you. Your head hung low, high-pitched whimpers filling the room with the mixture of Jenna’s fingers pumping in and out of you and the bulge in her pants purposefully rubbing around your core.

“Come on, baby.” Jenna’s body was bent over yours, whispering dirty nothings into your ear and taking pleasure in the way your face rapidly contorted into different expressions. “You gonna cum for me, honey?”

You couldn’t form words, already trying your hardest not to release the loudest moans known to mankind to alert your friend group downstairs, so you dumbly nodded. The feeling that you grew used to—the burning feeling in your stomach—burned hotter and hotter with each pump of Jenna’s fingers. 

“That’s too bad, honey.” Just as quickly as the pleasure came, it left, and you couldn’t hold back the whine that left your mouth at the feeling of your hole being empty. A harsh slap came to your ass a second later, causing your body to jolt from both the pain and pleasure, and you hung your head lower.

“Don’t whine at me.” Jenna spoke shortly, though firmly, and she sent another slap to your ass, the skin turning a bright red. “You should be grateful I don’t plan on leaving you edged.” One more slap was sent to your skin, but this time it was to your wet pussy. You let out a small whine at the action, and Jenna slapped the area once more. Veins popped out of your neck at the self-control you managed, keeping in your whines at that slap and instead releasing a harsh breath.

“Good girl,” Her voice purred, and you could’ve came from just her words; the way her tone was low and smooth sent an eerie spark to your spine. The tight grip you formerly had on the sink returned, and you felt the head of the silicone cock rubbing up against your entrance.

“Shit, shit.” The cock sank in deeper, stretching you out profusely from it’s girth, and you could feel every fake vein on the cock as it trapped itself in your velvet-colored walls. Soon enough, Jenna’s hip met your ass, and she halted her movements for one second, helping you adjust to the girth—and length—of the silicone deep inside of you.

She always chose her biggest, just for you.

Her movements were slow; she thrust slowly, almost unsure if you were comfortable due to the emptiness of your voice.

“Faster, please.” Her assurance was placed down, and the girl bit her lip in eagerness. The grip on your hips became more firm, with nails digging into your skin and creating crescent-shaped indents on the area. In one swift motion, she drew her hips back, leaving only the head of the cock in before thrusting it’s entire length back into you roughly.

You let out a moan that sounded as if it came out of a pornstar's mouth, too sure in your mind that somebody from downstairs had heard the noise. It’s not like you cared anymore; your mind and body were too occupied by the pace at which Jenna’s thrusts had grown.

She was giving you a deep, rough fuck while adoring the way your face appeared—eyes closed, mouth open, and emitting a mixture of moans and whines. “God,” Jenna bent herself over your back, taking a hand off from your hip to grip your face roughly.

“Look at yourself, so needy and submissive, all for me.” You were greeted by Jenna's lust-filled, glaring eyes when you faced the mirror. “Taking all of my cock so well.” If it was even possible, she grunted as she pounded into you more forcefully so she could see the way your eyes closed, uttering long, drawn-out groans.

Her eyes trailed all over your body, noticing how your back twitched through every thrust, and a big grin drew itself over her face. “So close to cumming already, baby?” Her light laugh echoed in your ears; you could feel your ears turning pink in embarrassment, letting out a drawful whine when her hand snaked under your figure to circle your clit.

“Fuck.” Jenna groaned herself, only now noticing how her orgasm was building up through the strap hitting her clit with each thrust, and now she wanted nothing more than to chase it.

Her hands rejoiced on your hips, and you let out a squeal when you were effortlessly turned over and pushed up to sit on the sink, the silicone cock never leaving it’s place inside you. Two lips met in a searing kiss, your hands snaking through Jenna’s hair to bring her closer as her thrusts began once more.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, eyes trained on your body. Her eyes watched as, with every deep thrust, the cock's head poked through your stomach. A hand found itself on your skin, pushing into the bulge of your stomach. You let out a groan, finding more pain in that movement than pleasure. Seeing your discomfort, Jenna removed her hand, trailing it around your jaw and muttering an apology before taking you in for another kiss.

It wasn't long before Jenna felt the burning rage of an inner coil wanting to snap, her mouth wide open, as she fucked into you with even more angst. She rubbed your clit in circles with more force than her thrusts, trailing her thumb in a desperate effort to get you hotter. You let out a deep moan, your hands flying to Jenna’s shoulders to keep yourself from falling due to your failing limbs.

You whined. “Fuck, Jenna, I’m gonna cum.” The moment your orgasm finally came, you flung your head into Jenna's neck crook and bit down on the skin there, causing her to groan. She continued thrusting for another second before she felt her own legs start to tremble, her hand grabbing hold of the back of your head as her head fell on top of yours, and she moaned into your hair.

You both lingered there for a short while, savoring the pleasure's afterglow, before finally separating and taking a breath. Jenna gave you a soft kiss on the top of your head while gently running her hand through your hair. “Are you still oblivious, honey?”

Your head fell from her neck to her shoulder, muttering a small “no”, and Jenna laughed at your tired state.

“Oh, honey, you can’t be tired yet.” Your head lazily drew itself up, turning to face her with your eyebrows furrowed, foreshowing your confusion. “What do you mean?”

“He’s still downstairs, is he not? When we see him on our way out, you can only trust my words when I say that I plan on doing much more to you in the car.”

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[bethanydelleman]

The reason I go on about hating unwarranted jealousy so much is because it's one of the tropes that tricked me. I won't fall for "I can fix him with love" but jealousy is often given as a trait to male characters who are otherwise a green flag. They are unhealthily jealous and it's not treated as a bad thing.

I went into my first serious relationship expecting jealousy to be normal and kind of surprised when my partner was never jealous. But why would he have been? I never gave him a reason to be jealous or to not trust me. I hadn't been in a serious relationship before and I thought it was standard.

When I actually examined my life and what would make a movie character jealous, I realized it was stupid because my situation would have been the most jealousy inducing thing on TV. I lived in a five bedroom student house with 4 guys (Am I New Girl?). My best friend was a guy whom I lived with and cooked for. I worked with engineers and my team was all men except for me, my floor at work had 4 women on it out of at least 50 employees. I'm sure a TV version of me would have had my boyfriend showing up at work to "mark his territory" or some B.S. or wanting me to move out of my house. But as Henry Tilney in Northanger Abbey points out:

"Would he thank you, either on his own account or Miss Thorpe’s, for supposing that her affection, or at least her good behaviour, is only to be secured by her seeing nothing of Captain Tilney? Is he safe only in solitude? Or is her heart constant to him only when unsolicited by anyone else?"

You are always going to have people around you that you might be able to date, that is life. The important part is how you act. It didn't matter who I lived with because I treated them like roommates. It didn't matter who I worked with because I treated them as colleagues. It didn't matter who my best friend was because he was a friend. What mattered is that I considered myself taken. That is the best assurance of faithfulness.

I don't mind Jealousy that Reveals Feelings in media, but I do mind things that border on or are straight up abusive, controlling behaviour that is portrayed as sexy. It can be a delicate balance, if what you need is for the female lead to realize the male lead likes her, then him showing some overt jealousy may be necessary. but it shouldn't go too far into control. I've seen it used well where a character overreacts jealously but then apologizes, so you get the passion and the healthy relationship. It makes sense to see jealousy if one side of a partnership isn't setting boundaries in public or seems to not mind that someone is hitting on them. But jealousy without cause is just toxic.

I hope I've explained myself well. This post is ignoring poly relationships because I know nothing about them.

[lexxwithbooks]

📖: 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 (𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑛𝑢𝑡 𝑆𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 #1) 🐂🫀

✍🏽: 𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫

[mhathotfic]

You know the jealous gf trope? The “you’re the most jealous girl I know”/“… You know other girls?” thing. Yeah Todoroki’s your jealous gf in this case.

Goes from bringing your favorite drink and snacks and calling you my love to side eyeing you because you sounded a little too sweet and happy when saying hi back to Kaminari real quick.

It’s fine. He’s just not used to being in a relationship yet, he’ll get the hang of it. Probably.

[bagginshieldlibrary]

Sunday Post!!!

Good evening Beloveds. We are gathered here today to purview the JEALOUSY trope in regards to our precious pairing.

so we begin with!

Incite and Provoke By Vintagelilacs

Summary: Thranduil is an opportunist, and if flirting with the halfling is going to upset the Dwarven king, he'll take great delight in doing so.

Rating: Mature

Of Bunnies and Kings by Frodo_sHeart

Summary: Beorn is cuddling Bilbo and Thorin is mightily displeased. Meet a jealous king, a bold bunny-hobbit and their developing love.

Rating: Teen and up

Something Blue by Lapin

Summary: Thorin marries Bilbo after the Battle of Five Armies, a marriage of convenience, not love. Slowly, they must come to make the best of it, Bilbo resolves. After all, he's a Hobbit. They make the best of things.

Rating: Mature

Note: It is a locked work so you need to have an account.

Not Yours To Touch by Fantasyinallforms

Summary: A series of unfortunate misunderstandings leaves Bilbo thinking he will lose what is most dear to him and sends Thorin into a jealous rage.

Rating: Explicit

You Should Be Safe With Me by Fantasyinallforms

Summary: Thorin is haunted by the guilt of almost losing Bilbo in the battle of the five armies. As Bilbo settles in the mountain, many are enamored with the new Hobbit, and some wish him harm. How will Thorin react to Bilbo's newfound attention or the threats to his life? Is it even safe for the hobbit to stay within the mountain?

Rating: Explicit

Also remember next Sunday will be Hurt/comfort for the rec list, so make sure you grab your tissues and your chocolate! See you next week!

[mediocre-quill-ink]

Hihihi I'd like to request some Ralph pls :} He's so cute smh I'm crazy about him. I'd really like a smut fic that also focuses on him being a more possessive and jealous type, with the reader loving it and encouraging him acting that way. And the same common femdom reader shenanigans 😈 (I feel like that's %90 of the simp audience for this man tbh)

Plastic Flowers

Summary: You go to a friend's wedding with Ralph as a plus one. While there, you bump into your high school friend. while catching up, Ralph gets a little possessive.

Content: smut (duh), you and Ralph are at a wedding party, reference to the movie Alexander (2004), TW mention of Jared Leto, gets a little angsty, slight blood mention, car sex, bouquet as sex toy? Kinda? Ralph is insecure :(

An: I feel so bad making Ralph feel jealous, help. I tried my best encouraging it but I felt guilty and gave in. I'm so sorry 😭

I let out a heavy sigh, looking around the room.

I was standing next to a long table decorated with lace and various treats. cake, salad, sandwiches, punch, champagne, all wafting at my senses. It was my friend's wedding after party and I was just as excited as I was exhausted.

"None of these flowers are real!" Ralph whisper yelled at me, gesturing to another vase of red and purple pastic hydrangeas. All evening, he's been trying to find a good vase or pot of pretty plants to admire, only to come to the realization they were fake. I smiled and patted his back. "I'm sorry, sweet heart." I mumbled back, reaching for a sandwich. "Why have flowers if they aren't real? The smell is a part of the experience!" I pulled the sandwich in, "I know." I sighed, taking a bite. And taking a step towards the plastic flowers, touching them. "Maybe, I'll buy you some tomorrow, hm?" he stared at the colorful mass on my finger tips, sighing "ralph would like that." he then flenched as some one passed us by, grabbing for my arm.

the entire time we've been here its made ralph stressed. i'm the only human ralph trusts and even then he's still jumpy time to time because of something i did. but being surrounded by them must have caused stress i cant imagine he's experienced in a while. honestly, i insisted he should stay home while i went to the party but hes grown more and more possessive of me every day. fallows me around like a stray dog. not that i mind, i honestly find it very sweet. but in situations like this it makes me worry.

i used my spare arm to gently pet one of his squeezing hands, using my thumb to rub the white plastic knuckles. "its alright." i whispered, leaning into him while looking around the room. clusters of people talking, laughing, some dancing, tables scattered here and there with the occasional person sitting and eating. "ralph does not like being here. ralph wants to leave." he groaned. "i know." i replied "i'm proud you've made it this far though. we'll stay a few more minutes and then we can leave alright?" he nodded, still holding a ferm grasp. as we stood there i finished my sandwich, still looking around the room when i spotted someone.

he was average height, a brown mop of hair, and green eyes. dressed in simi formal suit, clearly threw it on last minute. he was fidgiting with silver piercing's on the shell of his ear while he was standing by the far end of the snack table. clearly trying to decide between two drinks.

"oh. my. god." i spoke, a smile slowly creeping on my face. "what?" ralph asked back, almost alarmed. "thats Glenn! hes a friend from highschool." i explained, while fireworks of excitement bubbled in my chest.

"hey, Glenn!" i shouted. suddenly his long hair whipped around as he turned to look at me, a smile spredding on his face. "y/n?" he asked, his feet shifting away from the table to make his way twords me.

raplh suddenly squeezed harder at my arm, i could feel the plastic shell boring into my skin, finger nails surely leaving dents. i barely winced, it was a feeling i was used to but still hurt when i wasn't expecting it.

"Glenn, I'm so happy to see you here." I beamed. my brain raced with high school memories. most consisting of me hanging out with him while he caused trouble around school or the neighborhood. I usually didn't have the courage to cause chaos, but i loved to watch. Eventually we lost contact a few years ago after he got arrested for breaking and entering and vandalism. "i am, too! oh my god, how are you doing?" he asked, planting fists onto his hips, black nail polish shining. it looks like he's grown a beard since the last time I saw him. it suits him well. "I'm doing great, you?" he sucked in a deep breath, looking to his side, his smile still beaming. "I'm doing pretty good though I have recently found out the person I've been talking to on MeetU was really just trying to scam me." he mumbled. I could feel ralph shifting next to me, shuffling to get behind me. "How did you find out?" i gasped, trying to keep my focus on Glenn. "Well, I kept trying to set up irl dates, and they kept asking for money instead." he sighed. "god, I'm so stupid. i should have picked up on it sooner." I laughed, "no, you would have been stupid if you gave them the money. I'm sure you'll find someone. I know it." Glenn's smile softened, rubbing his hand behind his neck "thanks I appreciate it."

his eyes finally shifted behind me, curiosity shing though his eyes. "so whos this?" he asked, gesturing to ralph. ralph squeezed harder, I could feel his body stiffening behind me. "this is Ralph, he doesn't really like strangers." I replied, squeezing his hand again, but it didn't seem to calm his nerves. "its nice to meet you ralph." Glenn greeted, nodding at Ralph. he still didn't budge. "don't take it personally. he doesn't trust most people." I whispered. Glenn just nodded in response. "lets go." ralph whispered, tugging at me slightly.

"attention everyone! the bride is getting ready to throw the bouquet!" I couldn't help but jump in excitement, causing another flinch from ralph. "oh my god, I have to join!" I exclaimed, "ralph, you stay right here, I wanna see if I can catch it!" ralph loosened his grip on my arm enough for me to pull away from him, and I ran into the crowd of giggling girls, I could hear Glenn's thumping footsteps fallowing after me.

the bride climbed up onto a stool and turned away, placing the bouquet in front of her. "Okay! one," she lifted her arms slowly. "Two," her arms rose higher, now above her head. "Three!" she exclaimed, finally hurling the flowers behind her.

my heart raced, suddenly feeling the mass of brides to be swarming together and knocking me around. i reached my arms up, fingers spreading into the air while i focused on the bundle of flowers making its way down. thats when my heart skipped a beat, i realized it was heading straight for me. a smile spread across my face as i wached it suddenly in slow motion make its way right above my head. i jumped and felt the tickling sensation of pettles in my hands.

i jumped up and down. "i caught the flowers!" i exclaimed, a sudden surge of excitement causing my heart to pump against my rib cage. "yessss!" cried a familiar voice, glenn rushing at me, his arms wide open. before i could react to the charging figure, he scooped me up into a big hug and spun me around. i smiled, tossing my arms around him and began to think about ralph. a good fortune. a successful relationship. i could feel a blush rush to my cheeks as he set me down. "Congrats." Glenn whispered. "Whoever your dating is lucky." My heart thumped in my chest." Thank you. i am, too." he smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder "ooooh who is it?" he practically squealed. "It's actually Ralph! the android I'm with." i explained, still blushing. i ran my finger's through the soft petals, real petals. i gasped at the realization and pulled the flowers in to smell. they were sweet and bitter. "The one with the scar?" he asked, mimicking dragging claws across his face. i nodded. "Of course, which other android was i with?" i joked. "Just checking. but no, that's great. i don't know anything about him, but he looks badass. so good on you for that." he mused. "You have no idea. Let's just say he's skilled with the knife." i half joked, looking behind Glenn's shoulder, to the corner where i left ralph and my heart sunk. he wasn't there. my smile dropped, and Glenn immediately noticed.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, looking behind his shoulder. "He's gone." i muttered. "ralph?" Glenn asked. "Yes." i replied, shoving past him a sudden surge of adrenaline rushing through me. where did he go? did something happen? he wouldn't just walk off in a place like this. "Where did ralph go?" i asked, knowing Glenn wouldn't have an answer. he was about to respond, but i cut him off. "You look around inside the venue. if you see him, don't approach him, just tell me. I'll look outside, okay?" i didn't even let him respond. My feet began to march their way to the double doors outside.

I pushed open the doors and looked around. It was dark, the sun set long ago. Crickets rang in the cold air. My eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the darkness after standing around a bright gymnasium. "Ralph?" I yelled. I used my memory to walk around, eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness. I placed a hand against the wall of the building, fingers tracing against the rough brick and turned the corner, walking down the stone path. "Ralph? It's y/n." My heart raced, worry boiling. What could have caused him to run away? Did someone try to hurt him? I stumbled, foot caught on a stone tile before continuing. I let my hand off the wall and followed the path of stone tiles in the grass, my eyes finally settling a little bit.

The area was mostly barren. Dry St Augustine grass crunching below my feet, the occasional small roughed up shrub sticking out of the ground. It wasn't until I rounded a tree saw a glowing red led. "Ralph?" I ask.

"Hi." He whispered back softly. "I was so worried about you." I cooed."What are you doing out here?" He ran his finger against the crevices of the bark, jaw clenching,"Ralph became upset. Ralph had to leave before he did anything he regretted." His voice was wavering as he spoke, his eyes fallowing his finger as it trailed down the tree. I sighed, tilting my head slightly "what got you so upset?" I asked gently, leaning against the tree. He stiffened for a moment. "It was-"

"y/n!" I whiped around to see Glenn rounding the building, walking down the same stone tile path I was, he was looking around blindly and stumbling over tiles like a lost dog. "I'm over here!" I called, waving my hand as if he could see it. He quickly adjusted his route and made his way twords my voice.

Ralph recoiled, squaring his shoulders. "I couldn't find him. I even asked around." He leaned over, pressing his palms against his knees and panted like he was catching his breath. Did he really run around the entire venue?" It's alright, I found him. Thank you for helping out." Glenn nodded, standing up straight. "It's no problem." He gasped, wiping the sweat from his brow. It made me laugh. "Do you still have my number?" I asked, patting for the phone in my pocket. "I do. I've been meaning to text you for a while now but I can never figure out how to start a conversion after all this time." He replied, fidgeting with his earrings again. "It's cool. I get that completely. But text me soon alright? I wanna catch up." I continued to pat my pockets, checking that I still had everything I came here with. "I will."

After spouting goodbyes to friends and long hugs to the bride and groom, Ralph and I finally made our way into our car. The drive was long back to the city scape of Detroit, and Ralph was surprisingly quiet.

I began to fidget with my hands when I realized I still had the bouquet in my hand, now a bit wilty. "Oh, Ralph. I caught this." I muttered, lifting up the soft flowers. He looked at them and nodded once, " ralph saw." He replied dryly. "But look," I whispered, reaching his hand. For a moment, he flinched, hand withdrawing further onto his lap before softening and slowly offering his hand into my fingers. I gently lifted his hand and placed the bouquet in his palm. "They are real!" I beamed. He lifted the flowers up, observing and used his other hand to feel the petals. Then he smelled them. A smile grew on his face for a moment before dissolving again. My chest ached. "What's wrong?" I asked softly. He removed one of the flowers from the bouquet, setting the rest on his lap and twirled it in his fingers. "Ralph does not like your friend." He stated. "Why?" I asked, heart skipping a beat.

His Adam's Apple bobbed. "Ralph does not like him." He stated again. his gaze was hard as he observed the flower.

My brows knit with confusion, trying to decipher Ralph's statement. It's not like he did anything wrong, he was nice through and through. He was always smiling, he was funny, he wasn't even mean in a joking manor. Then it hit me. Getting lifted up my Glenn, I was blushing. Did he think...

At first I was sad. The thought of Ralph thinking I would even consider leaving him hurt but then came... a giddy feeling. I even suppressed a smile at the realization. Ralph was jealous. Jealous because of me.

"Ralph. why don't like him?" I stated calmly. Blush rushed to my cheeks the more I thought about it. I knew Ralph was clingy but I've never had someone be jealous.

"Ralph doesn't like he looks at you." He mumbled, observing the snipped end of the stem, running a thumb over it. Then, a fire sparked in my chest. a sense of pride. "Looks at me?" I hummed. "Yes. He looks at you with so much... focus. He must be thinking things about you." At that, my heart jumped.

I knew Ralph didn't know him but trust me, he wouldn't. Glenn had a very funny coming out moment when he showed me Alexander. A movie from 2004 about Alexander the great. It was bad but entertaining. Glenn let it slip that this movie was his gay awakening when he was a kid, while the scene of Jared Leto dieing of an infection in his balls played. I had a good laugh at the timing.

I suppressed a laugh. "Oh? And how can you tell if he's thinking things about me?" Ralph's chest tightened, bending the stem barely. "Ralph just knows it. Anybody would."

I tilted my head slightly "anybody?"

"You're to pretty. Everyone must be thinking about you. Ralph doesn't like people thinking about you like how Ralph does." My cheeks burned.

"Really?" Was all I could muster out, trying to keep my voice low.

"Ralph didn't like the way he touched you either. Only Ralph should hold you like that." He picked a petal off the flower. "Ralph saw the way you smiled. Ralph saw the way you blushed. You feel that way about him too."

I wanted to reassure Ralph I had no feelings twords Gelnn. He was just a friend. Nothing more. but my lust for this new attitude was to powerful. I wanted to hear more.

Suddenly, my phone pinged. I looked down to see Glenn sent me a text. My heart skipped a beat, and I opened it. He sent me a meme followed by "wanna hang out sometime?" In the corner of my vision, I could see Ralph turning his head to look at my phone.

"Absolutely." I reply, hitting send. Then turn my phone back off, setting it on my lap. The air suddenly thickened, I could feel Ralph's eyes burning into me.

"You do not want Ralph?" He asked, voice suddenly cracking. For a moment, my heart dropped. I heard my phone ping again but I didn't answer. I let the sound fill in whatever jealousy I want him to feel as I spoke. "Sweet heart, I'll always want you." I replied softly, offering my hand to his leg. He didn't pull back, so I placed my hand on his knee, rubbing it with my thumb. "You're lying to Ralph. You Want Glenn. Don't lie to Ralph."

"I've never lied to you before. Why would I lie now?" I offered. My heart swelled at how upset he became. I felt terrible honesty, but I was enjoying this to much. "Because Ralph is bad! Ralph is not Glenn!" He suddenly snapped the stem of the flower. For a moment, regret shown in his eyes, looking at the now torn flower. He twirled the two pieces In his hands, his led glowing red.

I squeezed his knee softly. "I don't want you to be Glenn." I whispered. He finally met my eyes. They were sad, angry, frustrated. "I want you." I added, then looked down at the boquet in his lap, reaching for a rose. The thorns pricked at my fingers, I could feel the blood trickle down my finger, but I didn't mind. "You don't mean that." He whispered firmly.

"I can prove it to you." I whispered, slowly moving my hand up his thigh. He tensed but didn't pull away. "How?" He asked, his voice breathy as he stared at my hand. "Pull over." I ordered, just after, the self driving car pulled off the road. It was empty, complete silence aside from crickets chirping in the distance. "Get to the back seat, Ralph." Or ordered softly. His led swirled yellow, then blue, then back to yellow. Without speaking, he set aside the bouquet and crawled into the back seat, sitting uncomfortably.

I picked up the bouquet, admiring it for a final time. The wilted flowers leaning against my hands, purple and red petals fluttering to the floor of the car. Beautiful. made my way to the back of the car, "undress for me." I ordered. His face tinged blue but didn't object, white and peach fingers undoing his suit. The tie, the buttons, the coat until he was completely naked. Patches of skin worn off from past abuse, dents, and scratches littered across his body. He was beautiful. "Good boy." I whispered. "Now lay down." He did as told without hesitation, though he still looked tense, shoulders square. "Ralph, do you really think I don't love you?" I placed my hand back onto his worn knee, feeling the rough scratched plastic. He must have fallen hard in the past. "Sometimes Ralph worries he's not good enough." he mumbled, hands playing with the fabric of the car seats. he was subconsciously chewing on his lip, eyes wondering across my body. "not good enough?" I asked, moving my hand up his thigh "why?"

"well," he started, bringing his hands together, picking at his finger nails. "ralph is bad. he is damaged." his jaw clenched, "ralph can not control himself. ralph is annoying..." he trailed off, led flashing between yellow and red.

"ralph." I stated, squeezing his leg "you are to harsh on yourself. you're great, and I'm proud to have you as a partner." I lifted the bouquet in my other hand, "you don't have to love yourself, not right now but i want you be nicer to who you are." I let the bouquet hover above his synthetic skin, the petals tickling at his thigh.

he let out a soft gasp, biting his lip. "now, will you be a good boy and do as i say?" he nodded eagerly squeezing his fingers. "good."

I trailed the flowers up his thighs, the soft petals leading up to his cock. teasing it with the feathery sensation. he let out another soft gasp, mouth slightly opening. "does that feel good?" I hummed, making a small circle. he nodded in reply, rolling his hips into the petals, some falling onto his lap. I smiled at this reaction and continued to tease his member, watching it grow into a hard on. he was above average with a nice curve, subtle veins, his tip already shiny with pre. I teased the tip, wisteria stimulating the swollen head. he let a soft moan escape his lips. "please." he whispered. jutting into the flowers. I tisked, pressing his hips back onto the cushions. "Don't be too eager. I don't want these to lose its petals too quickly." he let out a frustrated sigh in response, still rolling his hips into the flora.

the flowers trailed up and down his cock for a final time before leading up his stomach, skin streching as he arched his back at the sensation, a small whimper escaping his lips. "no." he breathed, hips trying to fallow the flowers but i held him firm, continuing to move up to his expanding chest, faux muscles streching with soft heaves. "stay still for me, hm?" he whined in response, turning his head to the side and chewing on his nail, his led glowing a beautiful amber and blue mix. "hey, look at me." i ordered softly, moving the flowers to one of his nipples, swirling the soft foliage. he let out another pant and turned his head back to look at me, eyes desprate. "please." he breathed again, eyes going foggy for a moment. "please what?" i lulled.

he pressed his head against the seat, brows flexing. "please. touch Ralph." i hummed in response, moving the bouquet to the other nipple, making soft stroking motions "oh but, you've been so mean to yourself today. I don't think you deserve it~" he whined in response, again attempting too jut his hips into nothing. "this isnt fair!" he cried. "ill give you what you want if you say something nice about yourself." i offered, now trailing the flowers slowly up his throat causing him to shiver. a low moan escaped his lips, head rolling back slightly. "thats mean." he whined.

i tisked, trailing the flowers back down his chest before removing them from his body completely. "thats fine. i guess we can just go home then." i sighed, pretending to play with the flowers. they were now slightly damp with pre in patches. i guess they helped work him up more than i thought. "No. no, no, I'll be good. Ralph can be good. don't leave him like this." i looked back at him, his cock was swollen, face flushed, eyes pleading with desperation. i raised an eyebrow and dangled the bouquet above him again but not letting it touch him. "then say something nice about yourself." he layed still for a moment, led swirling wildly, brows knit together deep in focus.

come one. say something. i thought

After a long silence, "ralph cant think of anything." he whispered. my heart stung, sucking in a deep breath i tried to keep in character. "do you remember all the complements i give you?" i ask softly, using my hand holding down his hips to stroke against his skin with care. he nodded silently. "say one of those like you mean it."

he took another moment to think before finally stating "Ralph has pretty eyes." i let a smile appeer on my lips, finally lowering the flowers onto his stomach and ceressing his skin, using my other hand to wrap around his cock, making slow strokes. "good boy~" i whispered.

He let out a pathetic moan, jutting his hips into my hand as I stroked his length "what else?" I asked, running my thumb across his slit and continued to stroke. "Um-" he stammered, eyes loosing focus for a moment. "R-ralphs hair is soft..." He gasped. The sound of his internal fans kicked in. It was a quiet sound, nothing more than subtle background noise but helped when his systems began to overheat.

"Good~" I cooed.

The soft sounds of his wet length being stroked filled the car, whiny gasps, and moans breaking up the lewd sounds. He squirmed beneath my hand, just a little. He always tried to be a good boy, but he's just a little sensitive by nature.

"What else, darling?" I whispered. A sharp whine escaping his mouth, I could feel him twitching in my hand "I- I uh..." He gulped hard. "Ralph is- is pretty." His hand was now resting on his forehead, his cheeks flushed blue. I picked up the rythem, squeezing just a little harder. He choked out an almost pornographic moan. "The prettiest." I cooed, leaning over to place a kiss on his whimpering mouth. He was rough and needy, soft lips greedy for intimacy. I dropped the bouquet on the floor of the car, using my now free hand to play with his nylon hair. It really was soft. A distinctly artificial feel but not in a bad way.

The blonde locks tangled between my fingers as he pulled me deeper into the kiss, tongue reaching into my mouth, which I abliged to, allowing him to deepen the kiss. How cute. He's so sweet and obedient.

I slowly pulled away, taking time to catch my breath to the disappointment of Ralph. "R-ralph is getting close." He moaned, led glowing yellow. I continued to stroke his length, his cock twitching more frequently in my hand. His voice Bagan ro waver as he neared his end, moans become more erratic. "Tell me one more good thing about yourself and ill let you cum." I coaxed. He stammered, trying to find words but his mind became to foggy. "R-ralph dosnt know." He breathed desperately, humping into my hand. "Hmm. That's a shame." I teased, making a show of slowing down my fist. "N-no!" He cried, trying to keep the friction going. I kept my slowed pace ordering "just one little thing. It's all it takes." He groaned as he thought, rummaging around his circuit board for something.

"Ralph is a good boy." He stated, not with the most confidence but he sounded like me meant it. At least enough.

I smiled in response, continuing my previous pace and he came to his climax quickly. Twitching and gasping underneath my touch. "The best boy." I whispered, running my hand up his heaving body. Internal fans running high in his overheating body.

"How are you feeling?" I whispered, coming close to cradle his face in my chest. He leaned into my touch without hesitation, panting "good."

I let him settle from his high until his breathing settled back normal, the air was once again quiet except for the chirping of crickets in the distance. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you earlier about Glenn. I just want you to know he is just a friend. Nothing more and never was." Ralph didn't respond, just let out a sigh as he played with his fingers. His nails looked a little chewed sense the last time i saw them. "Ralph, he's gay." I finally stated. This time he glanced up at me, confusion laced in his expression. I couldn't help but laugh. "It's true!" I giggled, "I'm sorry I lead you on earlier, seeing you get jealous really did something to me" I stated, running my hand through his hair again, a twinge of regret looming inside of me. "I'll try not to be so harsh next time, but I have to admit I enjoy your possessiveness." I smiled, admiring his beautiful features.

"Ralph is okay?" He whispered, sad hope peaking through his tone. I smiled "more than okay. I wouldn't have anybody else." Leaning in to give him a soft kiss.

[asexual-fandom-queen]

okay but maybe it's just the aro/poly/anti-amatonormative bitch in me, but you actually can tell meaningful stories about characters experiencing jealousy without reducing them to a jealous!blorbo caricature.

this is coming from someone who has multiple fics on AO3 with the tag jealous!blorbo. I like reading about/watching characters work through feelings of jealousy. I like exploring how a character might "stake their claim" without being a total ass about it. How does a particular ship navigate ideas like exclusivity? Do they feel differently about sexual intimacy vs physical intimacy vs emotional intimacy? How do characters dissect which parts of their desire for monogamy stem from a genuine preference, and how much is due to feeling insecure in themselves as desirable partners?

these are all fascinating reasons to love jealous!blorbo in theory. That being said, if I see ONE MORE PERSON butcher someone's characterization because 'jealous!blorbo is so hot' or whatever bullshit I'm gonna lose it.

[spookie-bitch]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairings: Cruella x fem!reader Contains: bit of angst but mostly fluff TW: None I can think of, lmk if there is any Summary: At one of your girlfriend's ball's to celebrate her new line, you are quite oblivious to the flirting of one of the guests. Word count: 987

An: my requests are open :)

Cruella watches as you laugh at yet another one of that battered's jokes. You had been talking with him for a good thirty minutes, and she wants nothing more than anything to walk over there and drag you away, but she can't. She would have no reason too. The only people who know about you and Cruella are Jasper, Horace, and Artie. As far as everyone knew, the two of you were just friends. She couldn't blame him of course, you looked positively enchanting in the dress she had made for you. It brought out your eyes and complemented your flawless skin, who wouldn't want you? But that didn't mean she sill wasn't fuming. You could feel her eyes burning into the back of your head but you ignored it. You knew she gets very easily jealous but she had nothing to be jealous of. You were simply chatting with the guests, trying to pass the time. Unfortunately, the guest who you just so happen to be chatting with, not so secretly facies you, you were just to oblivious to see it. "So, are you here alone?" Asks the man casually as he puts his hands in his suit pockets. "Not really," you reply with a smile, "I'm here with my friends, Jasper and Horace." You motion over to the refreshments, where the two boys have been congregating for the entirety of the ball. "Really?" He remarks with a somewhat surprised tone. It was probably fake, he knew you were here alone, at least he thought he did. Cruella's eyes stared menacingly at the two of you as she takes a sip of her champagne, her grip tightening on the glass. She couldn't hear what you two were talking about, she was too far away, she just didn't like that you were talking with him at all. "You sound surprised," you state with a chuckle. "Well I just thought that surely a lovely lady like yourself, would have someone to dance with," He retorted in a flirty voice, winking at you. Your face goes a bright shade of red when you finally realize he's been flirting with you this whole time. You couldn't believe that you hadn't noticed, you felt so dumb. You clear you throat to momentarily pull yourself together before speaking, "I'm not really much of a dancer." He seems to take the hint and frowns a bit. "It's not for everyone," he replies politely, "you have a nice night ma'am." He gives you a polite half bow before walking off. You let out a shakey breath you didn't know you were holding, relieved that he's gone. You stand awkwardly, not sure what to do, when you feel a cold hand on the back of your shoulder. "Y/n, darling!" Says Cruella states, a hit of jealousy showing through her sultry voice. "Enjoying the party?" Her grip tightens on your shoulder ever so slightly. You turn to face Cruella, your face still a shade of red from embarrassment. "It's just fine," you reply with a sheepish smile. You can see the storm brewing in her eyes as she slowly looks you up and down, a dangerous mix of jealousy and possessiveness. Her red lips curl into a smile as she meets your eyes again. "Just fine?" She asks in a slightly sarcastic tone. "I had hoped you would be having more fun that that dear," she adds, taking a sip of her champagne, never breaking eye contact. "You know I'm not much of a social butterfly," you respond, trying to lighten the tension that is hanging in the air. She chuckles, "oh I know, darling. I just noticed you seemed to have made a friend," she says, her eyes narrowing slightly. You feel your face heat up. "Just small talk really," you reply, your voice sounding a lot weaker than before, "I don't think he'll be bothering me much more." "Good," she remarks, her voice laced with possessiveness. She leans in a bit closer, her perfume mingling with the scent of champagne in the air, filing your senses. "Because I'd hate for my carefully crafted evening to be ruined by someone who's... uninvited." You nodd slowly and she pulls away, leaving the two of you in awkward silence.

"Shall we take a walk?" She asks, though you know it's not much of a question, and more of a command. She leads you out the big front doors of Hell Hall and out by the unkempt gardens. It is dimly lit, the soft glow from the ballroom casting long shadows that seem to dance in the cool night.She studies you for a moment, her eyes tracing the lines of your dress before locking onto yours. "You know, darling," she starts, her voice smooth as silk as she leans closer to you,"I don't like to share." Your face turns a vibrant shade of red, causing Cruella to chuckle. She gently lifts your chin and turns in to the side, before placing a soft, long lasting kiss where your neck and jaw meet.The warmth of her lips against your skin contrasts with the cold night air, sending a shiver through you. When she pulls back, the imprint of her red lipstick is vivid against your skin and she smiles with satisfaction.You swallow nervously, feeling embarrassed. There's no denying the power Cruella holds over you. "I think it's about time we head back, don't you, darling?" Says Cruella with a chuckle. You just nodd, not knowing what else to do in your flustered state. She smirks and fixes your hair to cover the lipstick on your neck before you follow her back into the crowded room. When you step back inside, it looks as if no one had noticed you or Cruella had been missing, for everyone was preoccupied with their own conversations. For the rest of the night you stick by Jasper and Horace, not wanting to cause another... inconvenience.

[ellievickstar]

Looking At Me 😎 (Eris x Reader)

A/N: I wanted to do something more fun after two days of sadness. This is Day 4 of my 300 follower series. I forgot to post yesterday cause I fell asleep T^T, it’s okay, at least i finally have a healthy sleep schedule. :D (that’s a lie)

Summary: When you and Eris are arguing about who is more attractive, you show off your looks at the party and he gets jealous. 

Pair: Eris Vanserra x Reader

Request: N/A

Inspiration: Looking at me by Sabrina Carpenter 

Warning:  If you find trying to flirt around annoying do not read this. If you don’t like trying to show off one’s looks don’t read. If you don’t like arguing don’t read. If your don’t like jealousy or possessiveness, DO NOT READ. 

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You scoffed as what Eris said finally soaked in. Don’t worry their all looking at me. If he thinks anyone is looking at him, that was about to change. You let your hair down as it slipped out of it’s braids. You ran a finger through your hair as you laughed as one of your friends spun you around, catching the attention of some males. 

Smiling, you danced to the beat of the music as it turned more wild as the night continued. You laughed and danced with friends and…others as you became the light of the party. What you failed to notice however, was how Eris glowered as you approached him. 

“I told you, they’re looking at me!” You shouted over the music and laughed as you were once again pulled into the crowd, leaving Eris to deepen his frown. Fine…you wanted to play, he’d play. 

He strut onto the crowded dance floor as he allowed himself to let loose a bit. Of course, he had his guard up, but he allowed himself to…enjoy. Though, he couldn’t quite dance with anyone without thinking about you, a few spontaneous lines thrown around here and there, and females were practically throwing themselves at him.

You had noticed this and frowned as he came behind you and whispered, “I think I could teach you a thing or two,” You glared at him as he chuckled and strolled towards to the group of females that were practically tripping over themselves at the sight of him. You huffed before a plan popped into your mind, making you smile deviously. 

You circled the room and looked around as you saw a group of males eying you. You rolled your eyes, approaching them. 

“Come on, don’t just stand there and stare, try to move your feet,” You nudged as you spun around, tugging on one of their arms, they laughed and followed you, keeping their eyes on you as more males began to pay attention, and females. You smiled as you thanked your younger self for snaking out so often for modern dance classes. 

“Did I catch your attention? You look like you lost your breath…” You giggled as you walked past Eris, his eyes narrowing. He didn’t budge until someone tried to grab your waist for what was the hundredth time, storming towards you as he grabbed your arm and yanked you away, bringing you to an alleyway. 

You pushed him off as you glared at him. 

“What the hell Eris! I was having fun,” You tried to push against him but he had you pinned against the wall behind you. He growled as you pushed you, his hand around your throat as he growled into your ear, “They might be looking at you, but remember, you are mine.” 

~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Damn. Did I just…seduce myself? Wow. 

Taglist:  @moonfawnx @bankerfrog @younxii @starlit-terror @flightlesslittlebirdie @menagerofmischief @famousbasementpainter@owllover123 @aroseinvelaris @gigisssz 

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku \\ Jealous Bakugo

SFW

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That’s Mine! by WriterKichi

Summary: For Valentine's Day, Izuku decides to make two batches of chocolate for Katsuki and Rody. But when Izuku gives Rody his chocolate, he doesn’t expect a certain blond to get pissed off about it.

{One Shot}

Shirtless Shenanigans by ivoreverie

Summary: Izuku forgets his gym uniform in his dorm room and works out shirtless. Everyone notices.

His boyfriend isn't happy about that.

— — —

OR Izuku is very modest and refused to work out without a shirt on until today. The Bakusquad decides to let him know that the view is very much appreciated

One Shot | UA Students

pretty in nude by rollingchibi

Summary: He doesn't think it's too much to ask for. It doesn't seem like it. And yet, here he is, feeling like he's drowning, suffocating, watching as those eyes that used to follow him everywhere look somewhere else because he's not--

He's not--

Enough.

Not anymore.

One Shot | Third Year au

Heart-Shaped Distractions by DMMegsie

Summary: To Bakugou Katsuki, Valentine's day was a waste of time.

Giving people an excuse to be all lovey dovey in public, wasting money on things that would long be forgotten in the weeks to come.

That was, until he entered his second year classroom to see the eyesore around him.

{One Shot}

Katsuki's Green Eyed Monster by SJ_Gray

Summary: Katsuki didn't realize how much he'd missed Deku's smile, until it wasn't just for him anymore.

{One Shot}

dating advice by mamalade

Summary: "Well, I, um… You see, Kacchan, I had a question about… well…!" Izuku looks down nervously, though his eyes catch at the bottom hem of her skirt where it just barely brushes against the thin material of her black stockings. When he glances back up, his face is so red that she can barely see his freckles.

"Have you ever had a crush on someone?" He's finally able to choke out.

---

Or, Izuku is more popular than Katsuki thought. But he only has eyes for her.

One Shot | Female Bakugo

What are the odds of you loving me? by neva_writes

Summary: That time when Katsuki, despite being utterly in love with Izuku, believes that being his roomate and best friend is enough.

Until Deku starts dating an extra.

One Shot | Aged-Up | Pro Hero au

I dodge the blast and apologize for collateral damage by DistantMothmanNoises

Summary: “There’s an open bar in the next room. They have something a little stronger than champagne. Would you like a drink?”

“Holy shit.” Jirou sounded both amazed and a little amused. Katsuki didn’t share either sentiment. “That was both fast and not what I expected. Good job, Midoriya.”

— — —

OR There's an undercover mission where a villain hits on Izuku, and Katsuki isn't happy about it. Shenanigans ensue.

One Shot | Aged-Up | Pro Hero au

Too far away by CrunchySnow

Summary: Katsuki isn’t happy about how things went down in Otheon, feeling left out by Izuku. But he has a hard time admitting it and especially confronting the nerd with it to sort things out.

{One Shot}

Cuddles by Moonlight07

Summary: Basically Katsuki wants to cuddle with Izuku

One Shot | UA Students

Fireworks by chancellorxofxtrash

Summary: Fact of the matter was, Katsuki wasn’t the only person Deku admired.

{One Shot}

Spreading Rumors by huliganships

Summary: Izuku has a secret admirer and Katsuki is not okay with it.

One Shot | UA Students

Racing by Sonday

Summary: A rando extra has a crush on Izuku and Katsuki fucking hates it.

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Like clockwork, an annoying voice burst into the peace of the otherwise empty living room, coming from the entrance behind the couch.

“Izuku-kun!!”

Katsuki opened his eyes and saw a burst of blue hair as Aoi tackled Izuku in a hug from behind, over the back of the couch. Izuku wah’d in surprise, jerking forward as Nakayama Aoi leaned in to look at what he was reading, then froze when he finally saw Katsuki.

Katsuki glared up at him, curling a lip. “Do you fucking mind?”

{One Shot}

Retroactive by EnduringParadox

Summary: "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Are you going to fight every person Midoriya's kissed?" Hitoshi asked.

Bakugou's eyes narrowed. "You calling my boyfriend a slut?"

Oh, goddamn it. Hitoshi felt a migraine coming on. Exasperated, he said, "No, Midoriya's my friend, and he can kiss whoever he wants. Why he's decided to just limit himself to you is beyond me."

The frown on Bakugou's face deepened. "Think you're funny? Let's fight, I said. No quirks, just hand-to-hand. Winner is Izuku's first kiss."

"I take it back. That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

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Hitoshi's morning is interupted by a furious Bakugou, who's learned that Hitoshi was his boyfriend's first kiss. He challenges Hitoshi to quirkless, hand-to-hand combat to decide whose kiss takes precedence.

{One Shot}

A Challenger Appears by ramsbkdkcomics

Summary: "Oh, so is Midoriya really seeking a relationship like that then?" And for the first time, there's a crack in Kota's impassive stance. Vulnerability. But also a glimmer of something excited- hopeful.

"I don't give a shit, but if Deku were, hypothetically, looking for a relationship," and Bakugou would be the first to know if he was, as well as the first to line up, and also suspiciously the only one alive in line. "He definitely wouldn't be trying anything with some shitty high schooler." Bakugou sneers, not even attempting to mask the distaste in his tone.

"So stick your obvious fanboy crush up someone else's ass, okay?"

Complete | 3 Chapters | Pro Hero au

[zer0pm]

Imagine both Leon and Luis offering you their jackets when you start shivering.

“You cold?”

“A little bit, but nothing I can’t handle.”

You say this with your teeth chattering and it was clear on Leon’s unamused face that he wasn’t buying it. The blonde sighs, hiding a slight smirk before his lips return to his characteristic frown.

“Here,” he says, shrugging out of his thick, fur-lined jacket. In doing so, the strong definition of muscles on his arms and chest came into full display and you couldn’t help but note every sculpted line. Those years of secret government training did wonders for his physique and the tight navy shirt left little to the imagination. Your overactive thoughts nearly run wild when his arms flexed out of his sleeves.

Remembering yourself, you shake your head. “Thanks, but won’t you be freezing?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Leon says with a slight smile, his gentle tone echoing yours when you tried to save face in a surprisingly teasing manner. For as long as you’ve known the blond, he was rarely warm and gentle. His stern, straight-laced demeanor and dry sense of humor often overshadows his kinder, sociable qualities. So to see him so openly considerate was a rare treat. This unexpected side of him stirred feelings inside you that are not at all unwelcome, but you found yourself at a loss for words.

He takes his jacket by the collar and offers it to you with an encouraging look that said that he wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer. You breathe out an air of defeat, reaching towards him. Against your will, your eyes roamed over the thick veins of his strong forearm and bicep appreciatively, and you tried to recover by quickly looking up. That was a mistake. He was no longer wearing a grin, but the heat within his eyes intensifies when they meet yours. You felt your cheeks burning under his knowing gaze.

Your fingertips (unintentionally) brush against his as you grabbed hold of the faux fur and was about to accept the weight of the clothing in your hands until you felt something warm and heavy drop around your shoulders. It took you by surprise and you look over to your side to see Luis standing next to you- sans leather jacket.

The Spaniard had his signature lopsided smile on his handsome face as he adjusted the stitched leather around you, making sure that it would not fall. It gave you an opportunity to look him over as well. You knew he wore a white-buttoned shirt, but now that he wasn’t wearing his jacket, you can see how nicely the fabric fitted on his frame.

For a man who considers himself the brains of your group, he was impressively cut. While Luis wasn’t as strongly built as Leon, he had a lean, well-defined waist that would have otherwise been hidden from sight with his jacket on. The sleeves of the shirt hugs his long arms nicely and his broad frame tautly stretches the thin creases that ran across the fabric, accentuating the exposed portion of his scarred chest. It became apparent to you then that Luis left the few buttons undone for reasons beyond just visual appeal.

The dark-haired man chuckled beneath his breath as he caught you staring. “Take mine, my friend. I’ve kept it warm- just for you.”

“Luis,” you started, trying to keep a straight face, “aren’t you worried about getting sick?” Your consideration came from a genuine place of concern and it showed in your voice, but you couldn’t argue the relief you felt wrapped inside the warmth provided by his jacket. You thought the leather would do little against the chilly weather, but surprisingly, it felt wonderful on you- most certainly because Luis’ heat formerly occupied it and the thought of you surrounded in said heat made your already feverish blush deepen.

“Y no te preocupes por mí.” He assures confidently. “I grew up in these parts. This weather doesn’t affect me one bit, so I insist.”

The man doesn’t give you an opportunity to respond.

“Unless…” Luis pauses for a second, playfulness glinting in his grey eyes. He then steps closer to your front. The movement forces you to reflexively let go of Leon’s jacket, leaving it to hang in the other man’s hand to allow room for the Spaniard to step in between you. Now only Luis stands in your full view, his eyes locking yours, all while maintaining his charming grin. “We come in close. Like this.”

The devilish man wraps a daring arm around your shoulders, nudging you closer to him but not forceful enough where you couldn’t pull away if you wanted to. You subconsciously didn’t want to and allowed him to bring you in, stopping to where your chests are merely a hair’s breath away from pressing against one another.

“This way we can keep each other warm,” he continues with a wink. “A good idea, ¿sí?”

Your ears pick up an annoyed scoff and you look over Luis’ broad shoulder. Leon stood with arms crossed, his bored eyes casted to the side as if finding something interesting in the distance. He already had his jacket back on, much to your disappointment.

Before you, Luis wears an amused smirk, addressing the blond without looking at him with faux intrigue, his focused gaze still resting entirely on you. “Something funny, Sancho?”

Leon ignores the obvious jab, “Just making mental bets on how long you’ll last before you start running your mouth. So far, I’m leaning towards two minutes.”

This made the Spaniard take a step back to turn his body sideways, arm still resting around you. Luis hums thoughtfully.

“Such harsh words for a squire,” he dismisses the counter with a casual shrug, squeezing your shoulder. At the time, you thought it to be a warm gesture, not once detecting the possessive undertones blatantly on display at the action. “Never underestimate a knight’s resilience. Or his endurance.”

If you had paid attention, you would have noticed the two men glaring at one another. You would have caught Leon’s challenging snarl and Luis’ taunting gaze. But no, you were too busy settling into Luis’ jacket, slipping your arms into the sleeves and zipping it closed around your form.

Ashley’s voice calls out to the three of you, announcing that she found something. Without a second thought, you start stepping towards her direction, separating yourself from Luis’ heat. You missed the frown he wore at your absence and by the time you looked back at him, he had on his usual charming smirk.

“Thanks for the jacket, Luis. I’ll give it back, I promise.” You say graciously, causing his grin to widen to a genuine smile. You then stop before Leon, also offering him a grateful look as you patted his chest. It was meant to be an amicable touch but the contact sent jolts of electricity from your palm to your chest. His body exuded an inviting warmth that made you hesitant to withdraw as you spoke trying to keep your voice level. “And I appreciate the thought, Leon. You’re always so reliable.”

You missed the subtle redness in his cheeks then too, willing yourself to give space and continuing to move to Ashley’s location. Both men are left staring after you, longing evident in the pools of silver and blue. After what seemed like an eternity of tense silence, Luis is the first to speak up.

“Dos minutos, mi culo.” He grumbles, a hint of amused irritation in his thick accented voice.

Leon snorts in turn. “That was generous.”

[me-writes-prompts]

-:"Well...I didn't like that" Jealousy prompts:-

Requested by: Anonymous

By @me-writes-prompts

"So, what's going on between you and [name] recently? You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden."

"Why haven't you still told them that we're together? They were all over you."

Burning with hatred when the new friend of their partner starts to be too touching and affectionate

"Look, I know we've been dating for like only two months but, I think it's time you tell [name] that you don't like them that way."

"Why are you so worked up?" "Because they wouldn't stop fucking staring at you like they wanted to eat you."

"They were clearly checking you out and you didn't do anything, that's why I'm mad!"

Person A's old friend has just come to meet them, but Person B isn't too happy when all Person C seems to do is flirt with Person A.

B is too borrowed up in their work to see just how close their friend is sitting with them, A doesn't like it one bit.

"Let's not forget that you have a partner who needs all your attention before any of your friends do."

"Darling, that isn't how you treat our guest." "If you didn't notice, they were basically asking you out on a date in front of me! How am I supposed to treat them other than with anger?"

"Wow, just wow. They had the audacity to ask you if you were single even though I had my hand wrapped around your waist." "You're jealous?" "Fuck yeah, I am."

[kittanthalos]

jealousy, jealousy 🥴

[shegetsburned]

დ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬. | 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 {𝟏𝟖+}

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : you and Shiu Kong have been fuck buddies for a while, now. one day, when he calls to make sure you’re free for your usual wednesday session, you tell him you can’t see him anymore.

He always texts, before getting to your apartment, to make sure you’re not busy. He prefers it that way since he’s mainly busy with clients and doesn’t have time to call you, but tonight, he’s feeling extra needy and presses your number to hear your voice.

Shiu sounds exhausted, probably after a long day at work, but he still wants to do this, it’ll help his soul. You can never tell when he’s tired. His eyes always look so sleepy.

"I’m coming over, around nine." as usual, he invites himself whenever he wants to, but you get to fuck Shiu Kong so you often allow him to impose an hour. This time it’s different though.

"we can’t do this tonight, shiu."

His first thought is that you’re probably joking. You guys have been doing this for months and haven’t had any problems, keeping this low-key and on his terms. You both were in accord with those terms, so what could possibly be the problem?

Unfortunately, you have been seeing someone for a while and that man has invited you to his home, for the first time.

"what do you mean?" His tone is detached, he doesn’t want you to know it annoys him. It makes this more complicated than it has to be.

You start to explain why you guys won’t be able to do this on any other wednesdays, not anymore. You try not to linger on your explanations because you know a few words speak a lot for Shiu.

He literally doesn’t care, though, you’re his.

"It doesn’t matter. It’s wednesday, doll." You’re literally able to turn his brain off. He needs this. You can hear Shiu’s irritation through the phone, but he tries to stay calm. "you don’t get to cancel our nights. we agreed on those terms."

Trying to explain that everything is going to change, from now on, is useless. Shiu is set on having you for tonight, and whether you have this date or not doesn’t matter to him.

What does matter is that you’ve had time to meet someone and he’s just been busy working and thinking about fucking you.

Shiu has been non-stop thinking about your cute whines, when he presses his weight against you to enter you deeper. The sound you make when you moan his name, so he knows he’s doing you so well. The way he studies your curves with his hands and feels the shiver on your skin when he breathes against your neck.

Shiu misses it more than ever tonight, and it bothers him to know another man could have what he has. He’s probably rubbing his forehead, debating on whether or not he should listen to his impulse.

"I’m on my way." He’s stubborn, and you’re begging him to stop wasting his time, but he won’t give up so easily. "what are you gonna do? toss and turn in his bed while thinking of me instead?" Shiu thinks it’s ridiculous that you could believe another man can pleasure you as well as he does, and he’s probably right.

You’re thinking of how well he massages your clit with his thumb, how he explores exactly the right spots with his fingers between your legs, how his touch sends shivers down your entire being and how his hard cock fits so well into you.

Nobody knows how to satisfy you like Shiu, and you bet it won’t change with the arrival of this new guy. He reads into your thoughts. "honey, he’ll never give you what you need."

That same night, you end up under Shiu Kong just like all the other wednesdays, after declining the other man’s invitation. You’re not able to detach yourself from the pleasure Shui gives you. He’ll fuck you stupid, before leaving for work the next morning, this time leaving his jacket behind for you to know he won’t allow you to have this kind of relationship with anyone but him.

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[cosmicanemoia]

There aren't enough jealousy fics in any platform known to mankind.

I'm a sucker for jealousy fics, and I can't be the only one. Right?

Like, where are the rests of fanfic where (romanoff/maximoff/weems/mills/schemmenti/etc...) going feral because they think someone wants to steal their lady (reader)???

[gwyns]

i've discussed it before but i really need gwyn to befriend balthazar and have a jealousy trope with gwynriel

like maybe at first az doesn't mind, he's happy for gwyn and proud of her for continuing to make new friends! but slowly, over the weeks, he notices how close they are, how engaged she is in their conversations, how easily he makes her laugh...

he'll come over and clap balthazar on the shoulder and laugh too, having caught the tail end of his joke. they stay like this for a few minutes, chatting and enjoying each other's company before gwyn excuses herself. once she's out of earshot az takes on his more cold demeanor, making his own jokes and not exactly being cruel to balthazar but there's always some underlying threat there. bal laughs it off but basically azriel is like this: