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jeongin-lvr · 4 months
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jeongin fucking you within an inch of your life when he finds out one of his besties (beomgyu) has a little crush on you.. takes a video/picture and send it to him (with ur permission ofc) as a 'fuck you,' but next time he comes over jeongin invites him to join
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THOUGHTS??? my thoughts are gone no thoughts only THIS!!! I’m gonna add a little beomgyu action too just cuz IDEAS!!! the second half of this may inspire a part 2 🤗
Jeongin is not happy, not at all, when he finds out that one of his best friends is not-so-secretly crushing on you. He finds out because of you; he sees that whenever the three of you hang out Beomgyu always laughs a little too hard at your jokes and sits a little too close for Jeongin’s comfort. And come to find out a week later you were recounting to your boyfriend the ridiculous story of how the boy had confessed randomly a few days before. Jeongin feels like he should find it funny but he really doesn’t at all. Jeongin grits his teeth when he hears the confirmation come from your lips— those pretty, smiley, innocent little lips. He can’t help himself as his hands come to pull you over his lap, your legs dangling off the side and your lips breathing over his. Your once bright smile faltered as you took in the sight of Jeongin’s face. He was mad, you knew that look well enough. His narrow, foxy eyes were dark and his lips pressed in a thin line of disapproval.
Jeongin had a hunch that that idiotic boy liked you too but now that it was confirmed it felt like a whole new level of annoyance. Jeongin’s lips graze over your neck and his whispers are delicate yet they breathe out the tiniest glimpse of venom. “Pathetic… baby, what did you tell him?? Tell me, now.” He demands and you immediately obey, your fingers clutching around the collar of his button up, your lips parting to let out a whimpering sigh. “I— I said that m’ not interested…” You voice cracks when his teeth dig into your skin, grating against your flushed skin, “I told Gyu that m’ all yours, Innie.”
Jeongin seemed satisfied with that as he pulled back, the swollen red shade of his lips matching that of the bruise he left on your neck, “Good girl, you did exactly what you’re supposed to do.”
“B-but, Innie, he kind of got mad at me,” You genuinely felt sadness warping your chest a s you said this. Your eyes lowering to his hand that gently rubbed your belly, the gentle graze of his fingertips making you warm, “I think he hates me now.”
Jeongin snorted at this, raising his hand to tilt your chin up to his face, “It’s not your fault, sweetheart, Beomgyu’s a prick sometimes,” And then he’s kissing you. And it starts off as those familiar kisses he always gave you. The ones that leave you breathless and dizzy; but then it escalates as his hand clasps at the back of your neck and his lips roughly mesh with yours. He starts the kiss and he’s also the one to escalate it. You simply comply because you always did for him, and you did so gladly.
That’s how he got you ass up with your face in a pillow, bellowing his name like a sinful mantra as his dick fucked in and out of you repeatedly. And it wasn’t slow or rhythmic; the pace of his hips was sporadic and oh so heavenly. He was moving in a way that you’ve never really felt with him. Fueled by the jealousy, the pure need to prove a point. Jeongin bit his lip as a groan swam out of his mouth, his eyes falling in your bouncing ass, watching as you fucked yourself back on his dick drowsily, drooling into the pillow below you. Jeongin couldn’t help himself, he moans out your name, squishing your plush waist, “It’ll only ever be me, right, doll? I know your body too well, you can’t even get off without my dick in you anymore, let alone someone else’s,” He chuckles at his own words, his eyes zoned in on your flushed cheeks as a fat tears swam from your eyes, spilling in a wet patch on the pillow you laid on. Then his gaze shifted as his phone screen lay alit, a notification opening his screen. A notification from his supposed best friend. Jeongin bends forward, opting to roll his hips into you now as he began checking the message.
He read it aloud for you, “Can I come over tonight? What do you think, babe, should we let your little admirer come over tonight?” Jeongin awaited your answer and you immediately shook your head no, sobbing out as you felt your orgasm rapidly zap through your poor, spent body. “No? Well, why not? Actually, let me record this so Beomgyu can hear your exact words.” Had you been in your right state of mind you’d immediately say no; push him away and reprimand the man. However, your body only ached to cum just as it did before this and before that. So you laid limp as your needy pussy began missing his rapid fucking. Jeongin began recording now, stilling his hips as he angled the camera to catch the way you fucked your self on his hard dick. Your ass bouncing back and forth on him as a little moan slipped past your lips, “Tell Beomgyu what you said, baby.” You whimpered, sinking into yourself as your body struggled to even fathom words. Jeongin sighed with an exaggerated click of his tongue and used his free hand to grip your hair and yank you backward, “Tell him now.” You tilted your head back, following the way he held you by your poor red scalp. You pouted and finally answered, “Don’t c-come over, Gyu…” Your voice was painfully wavered by the interruptions of your own moans. It satisfied Jeongin and he, on recording, slammed his hips into you once, making sure to catch your long moan and expression, before ending the video and hitting send carelessly.
Meanwhile, Beomgyu opened the video, unable to make out the first frame before it began playing. Then the screen before he was quite obvious. His screen obscured by the refreshing view of your little ass; he’d always wondered what it looked like beneath the skirts and pants you wore, now he knew. Beomgyu ogled at the screen, watching your ass fuck on his friend’s cock. Pure jealousy raged through him and he let out a little whispery sigh. Dick already hard in his pants as he listened to your stifled voice and pained whines tell him not to come over, telling him you were busy. Beomgyu groaned with annoyance, it was unfair. He watched the way you took Jeongin’s cock and it looked so snug in your cute little pussy. He longed to be in your boyfriend’s place; he ached for it. But instead he just took his cock out of his jeans and felt the warm enveloping feeling of his own palm per usual, eyes watching the video over and over again until he came like a whore over his own stomach.
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earlgodwin · 1 year
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"There are moments where [Juan] manipulates other people in a similar the way they’ve been manipulating him. The scene between Jeremy and myself with the dagger is a last ditch frantic attempt at trying to win [Rodrigo] over." Do you think Juan was genuine in the knife scene? Do you think he would have killed himself? "Yeah I think so. He always does what is true inside him...It wasn’t simply about the eventual confrontation, but all about the richness of this twisted family make-up."
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boxwinebaddie · 4 months
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hi uncle nina! it's my birthday today and u don't have but will u pretty plz consider reposting that part of ch6 of rm where raven in on the phone with kenny b4 his hate with jers? i thought it was super cute and i really wanted to read it :3
awwww, happy birthday, darling! i hope it's as lovely as you are!
and i--sigh.
okay.
i hate complicated feelings surrounding chapter six ( aka the introduction to the iconique ravesey hate that i deleted from stress ) because i actually did love it...i just rushed the hell out of it, didn't plan it out very well and it was a mess. it could have been a lot better.
part of why i deleted it was actually because of that ravenstan/kenny phonecall because i felt worried that i revealed too much about how not cool and actually boy-failure-y stan was too early and could have kept the suspense going longer but aaaaaa i just wanted y'all to see how CUTE he was, like??? and how nervous! AAAA!!!
buuut considering the cat has been out of the bag, or rather, the raven has flown the nest for some time now...and it's the beauteous day you were born...i will humbly present you with this b-day present in the form of my incompetent idiot girl ramblings/writings, though, i fear it is not at all as grand the gift of your life is.
so, without further ado darlings, here is the endearing, embarrassing phone call ( it was over discord actually ) that ravenstan had with kenny prior to showing up to blondie's for his little hate-date with jerseykyle. it's a mess and unedited, but regardless, please know that from whatever hurts or harms you, i hope you heal, please rem(ember) to smile, pendejos,
and to now, as always, angels:
please enjoy the very, very...
worst part of your day. ;)
-uncle nina <333
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fleetsonourgecentral · 7 months
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A request: Ebony celebrates Fleetway Super birthday along with the freedom Fighthers celebrathing Sonic's birthday (so Super and Sonic share a birthday celebration :D) but Scourge IS jealous because he doesn't get any gifts
Adfjdasfjds Scourge being jealous for petty reasons my beloved
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"This doesn't seem fair," Scourge grumbled, folding his arms and glaring at his surroundings like he could set the decorations alight with his eyes alone. Unfortunately, getting zapped by the Master Emerald didn't seem to grant him those powers, but hey, it was always worth double checking.
"Life isn't fair," Sonic said, smug smirk fully plastered on his face as he lounged on his throne for the day. The throne in question was nothing more than an old armchair fished out of the dump, and was covered in rips and clearly falling apart, but it was clean (thanks to Tekno's efforts) and it was the nicest chair the Freedom Fighters owned, so they made do.
Scourge was surprised they were putting in the effort at all. Sonic's ego was so big it was a wonder his head didn't swell and become too heavy for his body to carry; there was really no need to stroke his ego by giving him a throne.
For some reason, though, the Freedom Fighters, despite usually being extremely enthusiastic about keeping Sonic's ego in check, had decided today was an exception. It was his birthday, after all.
"How did you even get all this?" Scourge said. Thankfully, none of the cheesy "happy birthday" banners had been strung up on the wall - those were dumped on Ebony's doorstep - but in their place were custom-made banners proudly congratulating the Hero of Mobius on another year of victory over Robotnik. Over the top and unnecessary, considering the victory in question was mostly just his continued survival, and thus his continued ability to be a future pain in the ass.
Not that Robotnik didn't have it coming, but still.
"We made them!" Tails chirped from where he was stringing up another banner, this one declaring today as Sonic Day. "Tekno designed most of the banner so it would look cool enough that Sonic won't complain, and then Amy and I helped decide what they should say, and then we all painted them together!"
"And you didn't invite me?"
"We both know you would've told us all to fuck off if we asked you to help," Amy said, although the teasing smile on her face showed her comment was light-hearted instead of irritated. Gross.
"These aren't new, anyway," Tekno said. "We made these before you arrived, so you couldn't have helped. Unless you found a way to time travel. If you find an easy way to time travel, let me know?"
"Sure, whatever."
And now that Scourge was looking, the banners did seem a little worn. Small rips on the edges, colors dulled, the paper crinkled; obviously reused over the years. He nudged one of the banners crumpled on the floor with his foot, then picked it up to inspect it, holding it with his thumb and forefinger. Sonic's painted winking face greeted him, and Scourge sneered at it. On the back of the banner, he could see a cluster of signatures. Some he recognised - Tails and Amy - while some he'd never heard of - who in the world was Shortfuse? - and some... well, some were just initials, none of which he recognised. He certainly didn't remember any friends of Sonic's who went by J.L.
"Are you going to stand there, or are you going to help?" Amy said, lightly elbowing him as she passed, snatching the banner from his hands.
"What's it look like? I'm gonna stand here."
"No you're not. Help Tekno bring the gifts in."
"I'm not participating in this. You do shit like this then wonder why he's an arrogant dickhead."
"Is it arrogance if it's justified?" Sonic said.
"Justify my foot up your ass," Scourge said, just as Tekno dragged him away.
The pile of presents was bigger than it had any right to be. The Freedom Fighters didn't have much money - apparently fighting for the safety of the entire fucking planet doesn't pay well, or at all, which is bullshit and all the more reason for Scourge to find the whole thing stupid - so none of them could really afford to go all-out with the presents, but the bulk of the pile came from local civilians who had caught wind of the celebration and wanted to express their gratitude. Over the past week during their travels, civilians would stop them, shyly handing over presents and telling them they were for Sonic's birthday, a token of their appreciation for constantly saving their asses, because they couldn't be bothered to do it themselves.
No one said that last bit out loud, but Scourge always made sure to mentally add it.
Why they couldn't express their gratitude with some fucking cash, he did not know.
"Grab the presents by the table?" Tekno said, scooping presents into her arms. For what it was worth, although the pile was bigger than one would expect, at least most of the presents were small.
Groaning with all the contempt he could muster, Scourge shuffled over to the table and started tucking presents under his arms.
"Did you drop off everything at Ebony's?" Tekno said. Her voice was low, hidden by the rustle of the presents, only loud enough for Scourge to hear. Not that he thought Sonic could hear them when they were out here, but better safe than sorry.
"Whaddya take me for? Of course I did," Scourge said, voice equally low, although that was more for Tekno's peace of mind than his own. She'd shush him if she thought he was being too loud, but she was also really bad at shushing people quietly, and ended up attracting attention with her shushes more often than not. It was really counterproductive. Scourge didn't know why Sonic had let it slide for this long.
"Just making sure."
Scourge grunted, but he did give the rest of the presents an obligatory once-over, just to be sure there weren't any that shouldn't be there.
Super's birthday fell on the same day as Sonic's. It was why all the cheesy banners had been dumped on Ebony instead of in the trash where they belonged. The Freedom Fighters - okay, mostly Tekno - thought it was a good idea to send a few presents over from all of them, as a gesture of goodwill and minor bribery to please not turn evil and try to kill them all again. It was a plan Sonic had been conveniently left out of; even with their less strained relationship (although that really wasn't saying much) it was blatantly obvious he still wasn't fond of Super. He wouldn't stop them from giving him birthday presents, or wanting to wish him a happy birthday, but he would wrinkle his nose and mutter a comment under his breath, which was apparently a problem, although Scourge hadn't figured out why.
Ebony had asked if they wanted to stop by, even tentatively offered a joint birthday celebration if that would make things easier, but she was swiftly turned down. Presents were a safe bet, the Freedom Fighters had agreed, because they could be dropped off at any time, and Sonic would never have to know, and they could wish Super a happy birthday without ever leaving Sonic's side on the actual day. And they could send Scourge to be their little delivery boy so none of them would have to do it; despite the olive branch, Tails and Amy were still wary of Super. Apparently Scourge and (somehow) Tekno were the only ones who weren't little bitches about him.
Well, Sonic wasn't a little bitch exactly, but he wasn't as cool and casual about Super as he wanted to be. So he didn't count.
"I'm just saying," Scourge said, hefting as many presents into his arms as he could, "if you're going to make the decorations look like a 'congrats on kicking ass without dying' celebration, we should all be getting presents."
"It's not your birthday, though."
"I'm his boyfriend, though. Shouldn't I get, like, a solidarity present?"
"No, because it isn't your birthday."
Scourge bit back a comment about how if Super got to have a birthday just because he was another Sonic, then logically, so should he. Because, well, it wasn't his birthday, even though all the celebration really made it feel like it should be. He thought birthdays for Sonics were the same across all dimensions - he was pretty sure he shared a birthday with Prime, eugh - but apparently not.
With another exaggerated groan, he shuffled back into the living room with the presents towering high above him, because second trips were for chumps, and dumped them at Sonic's feet. His own gift wasn't in there, but only because he'd already given it to Sonic this morning. The moment he woke up, in fact. Scourge wasn't about to be beaten by anyone in anything, including being the first person to give Sonic a gift.
Not that it was anything special. Scourge wasn't exactly rolling in money either, and Sonic was a pain in the ass to shop for. Humiliation had nipped at his heels when he handed the gift over, ready to burn him, but Sonic seemed to really like it - underneath the obligatory layer of snark - so it was fine.
Probably.
He eyed the pile of presents again, and tried not to gnaw on his lip.
Some of the civilians who gave them presents looked... well, not well-off, but comfortable. Not rich, not even close to rich, but able to at least afford something nice for the Hero of Mobius. More than Scourge could afford.
More than any of the Freedom Fighters could afford, though, and Sonic didn't really give a shit about his fans outside of the inherent bragging rights that come with having fans in the first place. None of those civilians knew what Sonic liked. The Freedom Fighters did. Scourge did.
He doubted any civilian signatures were on the back of the banner he picked up.
A party thrown by civilians probably wouldn't look like this at all. That would be far more elaborate, with more people pitching in to help, even more vomit-worthy banners and decorations hung from every wall and banister, singing the praises of Sonic the Hedgehog. Over the top, and licking his ass, and making a huge deal out of him. Exactly the kind of celebration Sonic would like; he always loved it when people lavished him with praise for his efforts in saving the world, the arrogant bastard.
Sonic didn't have any of that, this year. Oh, sure, the party would stroke his ego, but it wasn't lavish. Compared to what he could have, it was almost humble.
But. He didn't look upset by it. Didn't even feign annoyance that it wasn't as big as it could be.
Scourge couldn't remember any of his own birthdays looking like this growing up. No friends surrounding him, bickering as they hung birthday banners or fetched presents or argued over the cake. No shitty birthday chair fished out of the dump. No lavish party to sing his praises. His birthdays weren't humble like this one, but they weren't extravagant, either.
They were... cold. Empty. There was no soul in the presents, no warmth in the candle of the cake. No signatures on the back of a hand-made birthday banner.
Scourge swallowed down the ugly feeling in his stomach.
Whatever. He didn't need any of that shit. He was Scourge the fucking Hedgehog, he knew exactly how great he was. Who needed a giant party? Not him. He wasn't that fragile.
"Scowl any harder and your face will get stuck."
Scourge flipped Sonic off without even looking. "Eat shit, birthday boy."
"Are you sulking because Pixel Brain jumped on you this morning when he came to wish me a happy birthday?"
"He crushed my fucking ribs," Scourge complained, glad for something to focus on. The interruption had been rude, and Tails was fortunate they were already awake; had he done that shit while Scourge was still asleep, he would've gotten an ass full of quills.
"Right. And you're definitely not sulking because you wanted to cuddle."
"I don't cuddle."
"Bullshit you don't."
"I don't. You have no proof."
"Then you're gonna start."
Before Scourge could say a word of protest, Sonic grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him onto his lap.
"Fuck off and let me go," Scourge snapped, shifting to get comfortable.
"It's my birthday," Sonic said, smirking his stupid, smug, victorious grin. "That means you have to do what I say."
"I'm not doing shit, you can't tell me what to do, birthday or not," Scourge said, leaning further into Sonic when he wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him closer.
"You'll get the chair when it's your birthday, if it's any consolation."
"Fuck the chair! What about my presents?"
"We'll see."
"Asshole," Scourge grumbled, biting Sonic lightly on the shoulder to emphasize his point, but he only got an amused chuckle in return.
"You're getting off when the cake gets here," Sonic said.
Huffing, Scourge snuggled further into Sonic. They'd see about that.
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idiotwithoutagoodname · 11 months
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YOUR HONOR THEY ARE EACH OTHERS REASON AND PURPOSE
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offorestsongs · 2 months
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idk if this is glaringly obvious but a lot of Rosienne is just me projecting growing up with undiagnosed ADHD
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transsexula · 5 months
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Soo...... are we all just gonna forget about everything she did? Cool. Cool. Cool......
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six-of-cringe · 1 year
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I deadass need to block the fall out boy tags "ohh i saw from now on we are enemies" "oh i saw them play coffee's for closers" "they played just one yesterday" "i saw west coast smoker" "they played GINASFS" "XO" "what a catch donnie" "i am my own muse" "golden" "the after life of the party" "dont you know who i think i am" SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!!! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MEEEEEE
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mercuryislove · 1 year
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I had a horse girl moment over the weekend
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cinniemon · 9 months
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he's letting me borrow his book im going to marry him
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gailynovelry · 2 years
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Rereading your old work is good and fun and delightful and rewarding, actually.
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c0rpsedemon · 1 year
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i . may have fucked up
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greppelheks · 17 days
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The best thing about no longer being insecure, vulnerable, a chronic people pleaser, with zero boundaries, but being confident, assertive, with strong boundaries and lot of self worth (besides how proud I am of myself) is that my ex would flinch if she saw me like this
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coolcoelacanth · 7 months
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when i cook him into a five course meal, nurture and water him for years, then he gets some new girl (younger than us, of course, she hasn't been scorned yet), and uses all the swag he stole from me to win her over (including my music taste). and of course, she's pretty and probably likable. then they remain together for this whole time (around 1 year) and we were together for approximately 3-4 yrs (we were on and off). they got together approximately 1-2 months after we ended things (i finally decided to have self respect). tell me what kind of sick karma this is, to have my work stolen so easily and to be discarded so quickly. honestly the audacity. i wish i had never cooked, if i didn't i guarantee he would never be able to get another girl so fast (he used to just stare at me when i cried and i taught him empathy, he also had zero rizz and he stole my rizz). i think my evil witch of a mother put a curse on me as soon as i was conceived in the womb because she hated me as soon as that sperm combined w her egg. can someone tell me which god i have to make a sacrifice to for these people to get their karma and me to actually get what i want for once (genuine love and affection)?
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amavaria · 2 months
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Rarijack you will always be famous 🙏
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Now I finished the show and I edited the ship template a little more. Added some notes and headcanons.
I listed rarity being more jealous, she has multiple episodes dedicated to her issues but then i saw rolloercoaster of friendship and calm down applejack, nobody is taking your girlfriend from you. So little edit on that one.
Rarity has gift giving as a love language and applejack’s is acts of service. Both got words of affirmation in common. Rarity loves being praised and applejack is happy to tell her how amazing she is all the time.
AND most importantly, rarity has never been in a lesbian relationship before. She’s dated only stallions and always sulks about how her relationships never work out. She’d definitely be the kind of girl that’d say “applejack why couldn’t you be a boy, you’d make the perfect boyfriend for me” before she realized being gay is a possibility and applejack would be pining after her ‘straight friend’ and all her friends would be facepalming because it’s so obvious, until she accidentally confesses to rarity in a element of honesty moment and-
I’d love for applejack to be a super kind and patient gf, helping rarity navigate thorough queerness and giving each other unconditional support 🫶
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yiangchen · 1 year
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