#jealousy .. rough

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

I Hate Myself for Loving You

Pairing: ReaderXEddieMunson

Request: i don't remember reading something like this before and i thought it might be nice. a smut where they suddenly start kissing rough during a big fight like in films/series? they might be fighting because of jealousy or something else and the fight is going really hard, (they don't hit each other) but maybe eddie is throwing things against the wall and breaking them and the reader is pushing him by the shoulders etc., with the intensity of the fight, something can be ignited and I thought it could be a really tough smut

Word Count: 3.3K

18+ Only

Smut, Rough sex, there is verbal fighting, name calling, and throwing of things but never violence at each other

“Are you fucking serious right now Eddie!?” 

Your chest heaved, blood boiling in your veins, making you feel as if you were incinerating from the inside out. Was he really going to stand there and accuse you of this when he did it all the goddamn time, assuring you it meant nothing?

“I saw you, sweetheart! You were practically in his goddamn lap!”

“I was not! Jesus Christ! I was sitting on the stool next to him. We were just talking. I haven’t seen him since high school so he was asking what I’ve been up to.”

Eddie snorted, his eyes rolling up into his head. “Yeah. I’m so sure Billy Hargrove was real interested in a conversation and not your tits that were practically in his face, begging to be touched.”

The rage that was building within you had you trembling. It slithered like an ugly disease down your arm and into your hand. You grabbed the ashtray from the end table and chucked it at him. He ducked just in time as it smacked into the wall with force behind him. 

“What the fuck!?” he yelled, those brown doe eyes now dark with fury. “What is wrong with you?”

“You! You’re what’s wrong with me! I sit there every fucking time you have a show and watch while girls hang all over you! You smile and laugh and tease them! You make them think they have a shot with you! You pose for pictures and sign their fucking tits! You sit there like a king on your fucking throne, soaking it all up, loving being the rock star that all the groupies want a shot with! And you’re always telling me it means nothing! I have to just accept it if I’m with you! But I have one goddamn conversation with a guy…”

“He’s not just a guy! He’s your fucking ex!”

“Yeah! He is! Ex being the word that matters here! I’m not with him. I’m with you! I chose you and I keep choosing you but you never fucking choose me!”

His mouth dropped open, sounds of disbelief and disgust spluttering from him. He folded his arms across his lean chest, rising up to full height, towering over you. You didn’t flinch. You weren’t scared of him. Eddie could be a jerk but he would never lay a hand on you. 

“I choose you! I could have any of those fucking girls I want! They want to come home with me! They’ve heard I can show them one hell of a time and they practically beg me to show them! But I don’t because I have you!”

“Oh! Well so sorry you’re saddled with me! That can easily be fixed you know!”

“And just what the hell is that supposed to mean, princess?”

“You can leave anytime you want if this isn’t making you happy anymore! Yeah! You know what? Maybe you should! Then you can actually live out your sad small town rock star fantasy! You can bring a different whore home every night and show her what a good time you are.” You paused, tilting your head, hands on your hips. “But what fucking home will you bring her back to when you don’t have me to foot the bills so you can run off pretending you’re Tony Lommi?”

“We’re really going to do this again?”

“Do what again?”

“Bitch about me not pitching in enough around here! You knew what I was when you decided to be with me. You told me you were good with me working part time so I could focus on my music.”

“That was three fucking years ago! How long are you going to keep it up!?”

“You used to support me! You used to believe in me!”

Tears welled up in your eyes, only fueling your anger more, because you didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to show any sign of weakness. You didn’t want him to see how much his words had hit their mark, like an arrow hitting the bullseye. 

You had supported Eddie. You had supported him. You’d encouraged him to go for his dream but his dream was now killing both of you. You couldn’t take it. Night after night watching women throw themselves at him, watching him encourage it, eat it up, relish the attention. Working twelve hour shifts, dead on your feet, just to cover rent because Eddie couldn’t possibly take on more hours if he was going to get that new song finished.

“Yeah, I did, and you used to act like I mattered!” you spat. 

“You matter!”

“Do I? It sure as hell doesn’t feel like it! When’s the last time you spent any time with me that wasn’t in the fucking bed, Eddie? That’s all I’m good for anymore! You don’t want to watch a movie or go down to the lake like we used to! I’m nothing but a toy you bring out when you need to quench your urges and then you put me back on a fucking shelf!”

“Bullshit! I invited you to band practice last week and you said no!”

“Oh! Thanks so much for wanting me to be there! We both know you just want an audience! You want someone to worship you and tell you how amazing your music is. I’m your girlfriend Eddie! I’m not some fucking groupie who’s just there to fawn over you and spread my legs!”

“No? Well, you sure acted like one tonight with Hargrove!”

“Fuck you! Get the fuck out!”

“This is my apartment too!”

“The fuck it is! You don’t pay for shit and my name’s on the lease!”

“You seriously want me to leave?” he growled.

“Yes! I want you gone! I’m done! I’m not doing this shit anymore!”

“Oh! Oh! I see what this is. You gonna call your roid rage boy toy once I’m gone? What sweetheart? You saw that mullet again and just couldn’t help yourself? You going back to him?”

You should say it but you couldn’t help yourself. Not after week after week of questioning if Eddie wasn’t just giving all those girls attention. Not after nights staring at the clock, wondering if he was off with one of those groupies, temptation too much for him to handle. Not after the way he’d just assumed you’d be willing to do the same. Staring him down, you challenged, “And so what if I am?”

His arm shot out and you shrieked, flinching, your hands coming to either side of your head as a shield. The crash of broken glass shocked you to your core as he grabbed the nearest thing to him, the lamp, and threw it with all the force he had against the wall. 

You stared at him, silent, shocked as he glared down at you, chest heaving, each breath straining the fabric of the fitted shirt he’d started to wear ever since a groupie told him he should show off his body more. 

“You want to go to him! You’re gonna leave me for that piece of shit!” he raged, flinging magazines from the end table one by one, nowhere in your direction, just satisfying thunks against the wall that punctuated each word he spoke. “You think he’s gonna be better to you than me!” His hand snatched the little elephant that he’d bought you from the zoo, the tiny figure cracking as it made contact with the wall next. “You’re just gonna walk away!”

“You asshole!” you screamed, fists pummeling against his chest, shoving him backward. His hands wrapped around your wrists, holding you in place, keeping you from reaching him. 

“Stop it!” he yelled as you flailed like a feral animal to free yourself from his grip.

“I hate you!” you cried. “I fucking hate you!”

“Calm the fuck down!” he roared, pushing you back until he had you pinned against the wall, his weight pressing against you. “God, why do you have to be such a bitch!?”

“Probably because you’re such a dick!” you snap back, trying so hard to hold onto your anger but the awareness of his body, every inch of him now pressed against every inch of you, is making it harder to do. 

He rolls his hips, his erection pressing against your center, smirking when you gasp at the contact, “Yeah, but you like that dick, don’t you?”

“Go to hell,” you grind out through gritted teeth and when he drops his head to find your lips, you snap at him, going for the bite. He just chuckles, keeping hold of your wrists, bringing them to either side of your head against the wall. 

“You are such a pain in my ass.” He tries for the kiss and when you nip at him again, his lips latch onto your neck instead, sucking a bruise into your skin while he slots his thigh between yours. 

“You are…” 

But you never tell him what he is as he presses his thigh against your center, your traitorous hips rolling, seeking the friction he’s providing. His mouth moves over your neck, suckling the flesh in a semi-circular pattern until he reaches the other side. He’s marking you, a necklace for you to wear, to display that you’re taken, that you already belong to someone. Like a fucking dog in heat, he’s making sure that Billy Hargrove and any other unfortunate male who even glances your way knows you’re not available. 

You want to fight him. You want to be the badass bitch who pushes him off and walks away, stands your ground, but it just feels so goddamn good. His mouth on your skin, firm muscle grinding against you just where you need it, fingers pressing into your pulse points as he keeps you captive against the wall. 

“What was that, princess? I’m what?” he teases, fingers loosening their grip on your wrists, trailing over the sensitive flesh on the underside of your arms sending shivers racing up your spine. They brush over the outer curve of your breasts and your back arches, your body craving more, needing more but Eddie just steps back, holding his hands out in front of him. “There’s the door. If I’m such a dick, why don’t you head out right now and find your little boytoy?”

Your teeth grind together, that anger that you’d forgotten in the haze that was desire raging back, the two warring with each other, a battle that was about to lead to epic destruction. 

“You bastard…” you mutter, shoving him backward, his body moving barely an inch. “I despise every fucking thing about you.”

One eyebrow lifts, taunting, his tongue slipping out of the corner of his mouth, tracing over his bottom lip. Your eyes watch, a clenching between your thighs as that backstabbing bitch aches for what she knows that tongue can do. 

“I hate you…you’re…you’re…”

“Yes? I’m listening.” He cups his hand to his ear, egging you on, brown eyes dancing with amusement as how vexed he’s gotten you. 

A roar of frustration rips from your throat, your hands slamming into his chest, sending him almost toppling over the coffee table. His arms flail for a second before he drops to his ass, hard, just managing to keep himself sitting. He barely has time to look up at you before you’re climbing onto his lap, your fingers sliding roughly into his hair, grabbing a fistful, painfully pulling his head back, relishing the way he winces. 

“Fuck, princess. Careful with the hair.”

“Shut up,” you order, your tongue tracing down his neck, his wince quickly turning into a groan. You sink your teeth into the flesh between his neck and shoulder and he grunts, grabbing onto your hips, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to bruise. 

You rock against him, seeking the relief, the pressure building within you, winds of anger and lust meeting to create a tempest that was about to sweep you both away. Lips, teeth, and tongues clash in a war of biting, sucking, and scraping that has your thighs shaking, a coil tighter than you’ve ever felt before curling in your stomach, begging to spring free. 

Eddie’s hands grab onto your top, tearing it in half, the sound of the threads coming apart satisfying. He makes quick work of your bra and then his mouth descends, marking your flesh until you’re sure there won’t be an inch of you that isn’t bruised. Your hands find their way up his shirt, nails raking along his back when he clamps his teeth over your nipple, tugging at the tender peak, a pain that sends a rush of pleasure straight to where you keep rocking against him. 

“Fuck yes!” you cry, nails embedding into the skin of his shoulders, using him as leverage as you chase your own release against the bulge in his jeans. 

His hand clamps around your throat, pushing you back, away from what you want right at the moment you’re about to get it. The rage is back, awakened again by the audacity of this man to keep your orgasm from you. Your back drapes over his legs as he makes fresh marks over your stomach, his other hand slipping up your skirt. 

The soft Eddie, the one who glided calloused fingers over your trembling flesh, who teased you over top of your panties, who pressed tender kisses to your inner thighs, was nowhere to be found. Without warning, his thrust two of his thick fingers past the scrap of fabric and inside you, not giving one thought to if you were ready for him.

But you were. Holy shit, you were wetter than you’d ever been, inner thighs already sticky from the friction, the brutish way his mouth was marring your skin. You’d never been so turned on in your life and you didn’t know what that said about you and at this moment, with his fingers deep within your pussy, his heel grinding against your clit, his mouth suckling a fresh mark under your breast, you really didn’t care. 

“Not thinking about leaving now, are you, princess?” His hand came down, making contact with the side of your breast with a smack, your whole body jolting. 

You cried out, your hands dropping to the ground behind your head to keep you from spilling off his lap. Another finger pressed into you, stretching you, filling you and a sound you didn’t even recognize wrenched from your body as it clamped down around his fingers. His large palm grabbed your breast roughly, pulling at the overly sensitive skin, everything heightened in this moment, your entire body feeling like it flayed open, senses on max level. 

“Fuck!” you growled, your whole body quaking as it neared release and his palm lifted, fingers slipping out, leaving you feeling empty. 

“You don’t come until I tell you to.”

“What the fuck do you mean…”

But your words were cut off as he manhandled you, turning you over, your face pressed down into the carpet. Snatching off your underwear, he roughly palmed your thighs, spreading you wide until your entire front half was bent onto the floor. 

You heard the slide of his zipper. “You want this dick, don’t you?” he purred, leaning forward, his voice just over your shoulder. “Come on, princess. You want this dick, you gotta ask nicely. Say please.”

“Go fuck yourself,” you spat, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg. 

“Hmm…okay then…”

“You think I want that after so many groupies have had a turn on it,” you challenged, daring him to say it. To tell you that yeah, he’d been cheating on you for months. Letting you believe it was all just about keeping the fans happy so they’d keep coming back. “You think it’s so special? You can fucking keep it. I can find just as good elsewhere.”

You moved to get up and his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, pushing you back down to the floor. 

“Nobody’s had a fucking turn but you,” he growled. “I’m a lot of things, sweetheart but a liar ain’t one of them. You are so goddamn stubborn, you know that? Sometimes I wonder why I even put up with you.”

“Then don’t!”

“Oh, I wish it were that simple. I’m fucking in love you, you idiot! You’re a pain in my ass and you drive me up the fucking wall but I love you and you love me and you fucking know it.” He slapped your ass, leaving a sting that had your pussy dripping all over again. “Now be a good girl and ask for my cock politely.”

Fuck. You hated how right he was. You hated how much you wanted him. You hated how hopelessly in love with him you were. You wished you had the strength to just get up and walk away but you didn’t. A throb between your thighs reminded you how much you needed this. Your body was going to make the decision for you. 

“Fuck me, Eddie,” you snarled.

“I’m sorry. What’s the magic word?”

“I hate you…I hate you so fucking much…”

“Nope. Sorry but that’s not it.”

“Please!” you screamed. “Please fuck me into this goddamn floor and let me come already!”

“That’s my good girl.”

His hips slammed forward, colliding against your own as he buried himself to the hilt within you. You groaned gutturally, your body a discrepancy of both relief and tension. He thrust into you at a brutal pace, your skin smacking together, loudly filling the small space. You had a fleeting thought about what the neighbors were hearing but it quickly dissipated as the only thing you could focus on was Eddie, stretching you, filling you, finally giving you what you needed. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you off the floor, pressing your back to his chest. Continuing to fill you, he gripped your neck, his other hand sliding over your stomach and in between your thighs. When he applied pressure to your clit, you keened, arching back against him. 

“This pussy is mine. You’re mine.” His teeth bit down into your shoulder. “You’re the only one that’s mine. You’re the only one I want. Do you understand that?”

You couldn’t answer. Your eyes rolled toward the heavens, muscles trembling violently. You had zero control. His grip around your throat tightened, a wheeze rising from your lungs as you attempted to suck in air that you couldn’t find. 

“I said, do you understand that?”

He slowly eased up pressure and you rasped out, “Yes. Yes. Yes…”

The word continued to fall from your lips, a mantra as the pressure that had been building within you finally reached its boiling point. You were standing at the precipice, looking at the drop…it was so damn close you could taste it. 

“Come for me now,” ordered Eddie. 

The band snapped, an explosion of sweltering heat racing along your skin, as your orgasm violently took over your body. Eddie kept his hand around your neck, not ceasing his unmerciful pounding, his flesh meeting yours with a ferocious collision every single time. His grip tightened as an animalistic roar assaulted your ears. 

Sweat slicked flesh slid against each other as the two of you collapsed into a heap on the floor. You lay next to him, panting, struggling to understand what the hell had just happened. How had you gone from being ready to kick him out to having the hottest sex of your life?

“I mean it. You’re the only one. I’ve never kissed or touched any of those girls. I’ve never even considered it,” he gasped. “Have you? Were you…considering Billy?”

“No…not really,” you managed, still unable to fully catch your breath.

“You love me?”

Your head turned, looking over at this idiot that somehow had such a hold on you. You couldn’t explain it but you also couldn’t deny it. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head.

“Yeah. I do. I love you even if you are a dick.”

“Good because I love you too, you pain in the ass.”

#eddie munson #stranger things eddie #eddie the banished #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x femreader #eddie the freak munson #rough #rough smut #smut #request #smut requests #eddie munson stranger things #jealousy #toxic relationship #rough stuff

[craqueluring]

re: this reddit post i found that discusses the idea that bedelia was too focused on being safe from hannibal, and that she neglected to consider the danger of actively provoking will (and his jealousy), who is just as dangerous. she did this by taunting him about how she was hannibal's wife, and with him "behind the veil" unlike will. OP says that bedelia seems like will's primary post-fall target because of this, and mentions the end credit scene of bedelia in TWOTL. (i really recommend reading their whole post! it was a very interesting observation and theory)

i am going to work with this idea that will is jealous of/angry at bedelia for her being in italy with hannibal instead of him (because will was supposed to be the one hannibal ran away with), and that the end credit scene of bedelia is reality.

i think there is significance to the fact that bedelia specifically had her leg (and most likely the rest of her limbs) cut off, cooked, and eaten by will and hannibal.

who is the only other person we have seen killed this way? gideon. why did hannibal want gideon dead in the first place? because gideon was effectively stealing hannibal's identity as the chesapeake ripper.

both gideon and bedelia were living lives that were not their lives to live. gideon falsely living as the chesapeake ripper, and bedelia falsely living as hannibal's companion, "behind the veil," in will's place.

i also thought it was interesting that in antipasto, the episode switches between the b&w flashback of hannibal cooking and eating gideon's limbs, and hannibal and bedelia's life in europe. i thought this could've been some subtle foreshadowing — as bedelia is living a life that wasnt hers to live, we see what happened to a man who was living a life that wasn't his to live.

as hannibal and gideon eat together, gideon learns about the real chesapeake ripper ("you were determined to know the chesapeake ripper, gideon. now is your opportunity"). i imagine that will and hannibal would do the same thing to bedelia. explaining their life together post-cliff, which what was supposed to happen post-mizumono, to bedelia who was in will's place, living a life that wasn't hers to live.

even further, i noticed that the painting changes in the room bedelia is in from the last time we see her in TWOTL (when will tells her his plan to fake hannibals escape) to the post-credit scene, which indicates that time has passed. so, they didnt instantly go to kill bedelia after the cliff. this time between the cliff and the post-credit scene could be the story of will and hannibal's life together that they explain to bedelia

so, bedelia gets the same treatment as gideon. they both get to see how it feels to (literally) have a part of them, their identity, their lives, taken from them. as they learn about the life they were stealing from the person whose life they were stealing. the divine punishment of a sinner mirrors the sin being punished.

#also i honestly am very rough on s3 in general because i don't watch it often #and frankly it confuses me a lot LOL #but i had this idea and i wanted to share #thoughts? #also wills 'jealousy' isnt the only reason they could have to kill bedelia obviously but yk #just one of many ideas & theories about the end credit scene #pluto analyzes #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannigram #hannibal meta #bedelia du maurier #the wrath of the lamb #hannibal 3x13 #hannibal analysis

[starofhisheart]

Love...TRIANGLE?

WAKE UP BOYS DAD SAID STEDDYHANDS REAL

#is this what he meant by fandom in jokes! #kidding. this was obviously always planned #or at least the natural development #but wow...i cant wait to see ed watch stizzy fall in love w each other #and be all: y is this kinda hot #i mean polyamory is already a normal feature of the show #whats one more couple #steddyhands #stizzy #edizzy #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #wait 1 more thing im also ready for the ANGST #like first 3 eps were rough now its all abt healing and learning to love again #add in a little jealousy....mmmhhmmm

[dragjunkie23]

You’re Mine and No One Else’s

Sam Wimchester x female reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: Posessiveness, jealousy, praise degradation, some good filthy smut with a dash of fluff

When a girl flirts with Sam, you finally decide to make a move and remind him who he belongs to

Another hunt down. Sam, Dean and myself were having a few drinks to wind down a bit (well, I was drinking soda while Sam drank one beer. Dean was the one with the drinking).

I met the both of them a few years ago when I was hunting a vampire’s nest in my hometown. Since then, I’ve joined them everywhere I went as I really had no family nor friends that knew about this world, and I wanted to keep it that way. Dean became like an older brother to me, while Sam…well, Sam was special, but no matter how many hints I gave, he seemed oblivious or not interested, which stung.

However, tonight I was finally going to be direct with him, but not in a way I thought I was going to. I went to the bathroom real quick and when exiting, I found a woman next to Sam who was a little too close for my liking. She began to stroke his arm a bit and what looked to be eye fucking. The worst part was that Sam didn’t push away.

In fact, he was enjoying it a bit.

I began to see a little bit of red as I stormed over. Both men saw me and immediately looked panicked when they saw how I looked. I grabbed Sam by the arm and tugged a bit.

“We’re leaving,” I said.

He looked confused when I said that. “Wha…(Y/N) we just…”

“No, we’re leaving.”

Sam looked a little annoyed by what I said but got up anyways and went out the door. I looked at Dean who looked stunned at my sudden forwardness. I gave him a little smirk and raised my eyebrows, which got him to grin.

“Got get em. I’ll be somewhere else tonight.”

I smiled and went out the door, looking for Sam. He was by the Impala looking rather pissed off. I don’t know what has gotten into me, but I was feeling a mix of jealousy and horny. Who knew Sam getting hit on would be the key to get me going?

“You let that woman get a little too close to you there,” I said.

“Yeah? And why does it bother you so much?” he snarled.

“You know better than to flirt with other women when I’m around, Winchester.”

His pissed off look morphed into confusion. He still was lost so I guess I should spell it out for him.

“You’re mine. I’m yours. Did you really not see the hints I was giving you? The little touches, the constant smiling and giggling, the moments I would get you alone with me to ‘research?’ Did you not see any of that?”

He just stared at me, thinking of his next move. I was about to apologize for my forwardness when all of the sudden, he pulled me in a bit, smashing his lips against mine. I gladly kissed him back, thinking that it’s about fucking time.

So he really was just clueless on my hints.

We pulled away to catch our breaths. Giving him a little smile, I said, “You know…Dean is gonna be staying the night somewhere else…shame if we waste this opportunity.”

Sam grinned widely at me. “Then let’s get going.”

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The moment we got back to our motel room, Sam slammed me against the wall, kissing me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt his boner rub up agaist my clothed cunt, both of us moaning loudly.

Sam carried me right to the bed, unbuttoning his flannel as I took off my t shirt and bra. God, his body was gorgeous. I wanted to feel his skin on mine so badly. As if he read my mind, he got on top of me and went back to kissing me before moving to my neck, giving little bites here and there.

“Sam…you have no idea…how much…I wanted this…” I moaned out.

“I’ve wanted this for so long as well,” he said, “God it’s been so hard to contain myself when you’re in the room, but I couldn’t make that first step.”

He stopped biting my neck and began to kiss my shoulders.

“You..really didn’t know that I…?” I asked.

He looked at me with a smile. “(Y/N)…I would figure by now you would know how clueless I am.”

“You certainly aren’t acting like someone who is clueless,” I teased.

I grabbed him by the hair, pulling him down for another kiss. His one hand managed to unbutton my jeans as I kicked them off.

“Why didn’t you tell me before hand?” he asked.

Sam looked me in the eyes, stroking my bare skin while I laid my hand on his cheek, slowly running it on his muscular arms. “Well…I guess I’m just as clueless as you are. I either thought you were oblivious or not interested in me.”

“Yet it took for some woman to hit on me for you to finally say something,” he joked.

“Be real…you found it rather hot when I took control.”

He bit hit lower lip, looking at me up and down. “Well, it’s my turn to take control now.”

He kissed me aggressively, hand reaching down to where my wet cunt was. I wasn’t wearing any underwear thank God. He started slow, only rubbing my clit a bit in small circles. I started to pant and broke the kiss, him now putting the focus on my neck as my legs wrapped around him a bit. Soon, one of his fingers entered me and I swore I could finish right then and there.

He thrusted his finger in and out while nibbling on my ear. I whined when he pulled out but he quickly went down in between my legs, eating me out like I was his final meal.

“God!” I cried out.

He just moaned in response, putting two fingers inside me. While this was great, I wanted to try something else. I pulled his head up, getting him to look at me.

“I wanna sit on your face,” I said.

His eyes grew wide at this request but it quickly turned into a a grin. He quickly laid on his back, crocking his finger at me to come over. I obliged, crawling up to him and slowly sitting down on his face.

He didn’t hesitate and went right back to work. This was so sudden but this felt so much better. I began to grind a bit on his face, his nose on my clit as he thrusted his tongue in and out of me. Sam’s hands immediately went to my ass, groping them and giving my cheeks a little smack.

I felt like a goddess, the most beautiful woman on Earth, and Sam was worshipping every part of my body. I never felt this way before as many past flings would just cut right to the chase. Not Sam. He was making sure to love every inch of my body and taking care of my desires while also fulfilling his.

I finally came, my body giving out as I screamed Sam’s name. I did my best to catch my breath while he helped me get off his face and laid me down on my back. I thought he was going to start fucking me, but he just laid on his one side, holding me close and giving me some kisses on my neck and cheek, running his hand up and down my body to help me get back down to Earth. “You okay, baby girl?”

I smiled. “I feel great,” I said.

He smiled back at me, planting a kiss on my cheek and began to take his pants off. “Do you want me to return the favor?” I asked.

“No, I’m fine. I need to be inside you right now.”

After discarding his pants, he went over to his suitcase to grab a condom. I sat up a bit on the bed, legs spread wide while also touching myself a bit to get me going again. Sam just smirked at me as he rolled the condom onto his cock, getting back on top of me and kissing me hard.

“Couldn’t wait for me?” he asked.

“Wanted to get myself more worked up,” I said with a smile.

Sam buried his face into my neck as he slowly entered me. It took me a second to adjust to his size but once I was comfortable, I told him to move. He started a little slow, which was getting a little on my nerves. Grabbing his hair, I pulled him away from my neck and hissed, “Harder.”

He searched for any hesitation from me and when he didn’t see it, he kissed me roughly again and picked up my legs a bit, having me wrap the around his waist as he went faster and harder.

He broke the kiss to watch me come undone. “That’s right. Take me like a good girl…”

“Sam…make me your good little slut…please…”

“Oh, someone likes a little degrading, I see. Such filthy words coming out of your mouth…trust me, you are my good little slut.”

He kissed me again as the bed began to creek and bang up against the wall a bit. I know some poor people next to us may not be getting some sleep tonight, but this felt too good to care.

He was hitting me in all the right places, circling my clit to help me get back on my high faster, and I was close.

“Sam…fuck…I’m coming…”

“Do it…scream my name again, baby girl. Let everyone know that you’re mine like you said.”

“I’m…I’m yours…”

“And I’m yours…”

Finally, my orgasm reached to new heights as I screamed out Sam’s name, my back arching in bliss before finally coming back down. He continued to thrust in me a few more times before finally finishing, groaning in my ear and collapsing a bit on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck a bit as I stroked his hair while he came down from his high.

Once he finally pulled out, it was my turn to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be able to walk tomorrow after all we did.

Sam pulled me closer to him, my head lying on his chest as both arms wrapped around me, stroking my skin to help bring me back down to Earth. I smiled, feeling like I was in my own little world with Sam.

“Can I ask…when did you start gaining feelings for me?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Honestly, I always thought you were attractive when we first met. I think…when you became rather protective of the missing victims in that one case in Montana…it was so sweet and I began to see you differently. It showed how kind you are to others despite everything you’ve been through. It’s…difficult to do that when you’re a hunter, yet you managed.”

He kissed me on the forehead, causing me to melt on the inside a bit. God, this man knew how to turn me on and make me feel so many butterflies in my stomach like I was some kind of teenager again.

“When you saved Dean from the one demon…and put yourself at risk…I may have been annoyed by it, but that day was the day I realized that I could not imagine a life without you. I was scared of losing you. Saving my older brother, though…that did mean a lot to me in a way, and I’m sure it meant a lot to him as well.”

I smiled a bit. “That’s why you were so protective of me for the next few days…God I REALLY am clueless.”

He chuckled. “Hey, I’m the one that missed some cues.”

I smiled a bit, snuggling a bit closer to him as he held me close like a teddy bear. Soon, his soft snores filled the room, and it wasn’t long before I also fell asleep, having one of the best rested nights I had in forever.

#sam winchester #supernatural #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #sam winchester fluff #jealousy #i like it rough

[charmac]

Today I spent about an hour around/with Rob and I'm gonna write about it.

He recognised me from last night, came up and talked to us where I really lost all ability to calm or filter myself (which was, admittedly, already very little). He told me he's been seeing a lot of my Tweets and I asked why he followed me. He said he thought I had "a lot of fun and interesting things to say." I did not expect that, literally at all, I was trying to see if he knew my handle, @/pqdres, was for San Diego's baseball team, so I derailed myself from that conversation a bit lol oops.

The night before this he signed my S10 DVD cover on the plastic protector I had, so he offered to sign it properly when he noticed I had it with me again tonight:

I know I just kind of bulldoze over his words, (He said “Thank you for all the Twitter love”) but it’s because I had a script in my head and.. I'm sure a lot of you guys get it, lol. He didn't seem bothered, which I really appreciate.

He took individual photos with everyone who wanted one (like half the people in the bar (which wasn't even that many) had no interest in him) and when we were taking mine he asked for someone to shine an overhead light so we could get a good picture together bc I offhandedly said I needed to turn off my front flash.

I met him again, a little later at another bar (like Charlie and Glenn in October, he just kinda was walking around and hitting up various bars Four Walls was advertising at) and I apologised for my constant presence around him. The reason I stuck around was because I had one last request for the night, something I very much owed to @macdennissurvivor. I told him Emma was the person who got me into the Sunny fandom, and I would appreciate if he could say hi to her on camera. I started recording and then he said 'Nope give me your phone' and then went on a walk and recorded a 20 second video for her on my phone. I think that moment was a fundamental tilt for me.

I know I criticize this man a bit, but god-fucking-damn-it if he isn't the creator of my favourite show in the whole world, one of my favourite characters of all time, half of my URL, the reason I am writing and creating as much as I currently do, the reason I have made actual, real, deep friendships in the past few years, and he took so much time and patience with me, he recorded a whole video for my friend because he does fucking care. He sees us, this part of the fandom, and he appreciates it: that we’re a community and truly connect through his show. Words really can't express my emotions. Thank you Rob, for this.

#i have not cried in i cant tell you how long #and i got home and just. #3 tears fr #he got me. #he fucking got me as he should #FUCK dude they say never meet your faves #its because it means youre gonna simp for them for life i think #jesus #personal #rob mcelhenney #i made this post on twitter and #those teens are priv quoting me to hell #jealousy .. rough #anyway. #sorry if i look like a wanker but i don’t care lol

[karmashatty]

Javier Escuella x F! Reader

Pairings: Javier Escuella (Red Dead Redemption 2) x Female!reader.

Warnings: Jealously, rough smut, arguments, language.

Side note: I haven’t wrote smut for awhile, so I do apologize for that.

With a tug of the thread, you finally finish the shirt you’d been working on patching for the last hour or two. Hands aching, mind shut down from not being used; after sewing for this long it was more muscle memory than anything.

Holding the shirt out in front if you; you take a final look over it. With a tired sigh you fold the worn shirt carefully, the blue fabric used beyond its years. With a boost, you stoodup. Your eyes scanning around the camp to find the owner of the material.

After a minute of searching, your eyes land on the tired man to go along with the shirt. Sitting up against the tree with his journal being his main focus in the moment.

You smile softly, walking over to the man. He seems to be aware of you before you make it to him, as he looks up at you. “(Name).” He greets in a airy voice. “Hello Arthur, I got ya shirt patched.” You say, holding the material down to him.

Arthur offers a thankful smile, taking the folded shirt into his own hand. “Thank you sweetheart.” He muttered, with a tip of his head, before he started to cough.

You immediately frowned, and leant down to pat his back. “Arthur… are you sure you’re ‘lright?” You ask, concerned for your friend’s wellbeing. Your hand still resting on his shoulders as he was still folded over a bit.

“‘M fine, don’t go worrying about me.” He murmured, bringing his hand up to wipe his mouth. A few small specks of blood staining into his palm. Your brows furrowed slightly. "Arthur..." You whispered a bit, putting the pieces together quickly once you saw the blood.

"Learned when we were down in Saint Denis..." He gave in quietly. "Why didn't you tell me? I knew you were sick, but not like... this." You asked softly, your hand still resting on his shoulders as you spoke.

He shrugged. "Like I said: I ain't need no one worrying 'bout me, especially with all that's going on now." he pointed out. You nodded slowly, your eyes drifting away as you thought. "Thanks for fixin' my shirt though." He lauded softly.

Arthur tucked an arm under himself to push himself up from the sitting position. You quickly reached an arm down, and locked it around his to help him up. As he straightened up he smiled down to you sadly.

You could feel your lip quiver looking at the man in front of you. The man who you'd came to look at like a brother, and so sick. It was agonizing. Not thinking you quickly wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

He returned the hug gingerly, keeping his head turned away from you. "Whatever happens... you gotta get out of here, alright?" he said, holding onto your shoulders as he pulled away.

You took a deep breath and nodded. "Just.. be careful, please. No one is right these days, I wish Hosea was still here." you plead, muttering the last part to yourself. Arthur sighed. "I know, me too, me too." he nodded. He looked away for a moment, before back to you.

The two of your shared a last smile. "Well Miss (Last name), I believe I told Charles I'd meet him so we could go help some people." he said, tipping his hat in a bidding of farewell.

As he walks off you stand there, spaced out in not-so-happy thoughts. You sniffed slightly, before turning back to walk into camp. You lifted your skirt slightly as you walked across to your tent.

Your faced scrunched bit seeing Bill, Micah, Javier, Cleet, and Joe sitting at a table. The camp had almost been split into two sides. Your lover; Javier, was on one. But, everyone you could trust right now was on the other.

Suddenly all five of the men looked at you, Micah whispering something. Bill looked at you almost disgusted, and Javier was just straight pissed. You furrowed your brows in confusion, but continued back on your trek to the tent.

You ducked into your tent, noticing some of Javier's clothes strung around; probably another one of his tantrums while he looked for specific piece.

With a sigh you carefully picked up one of the shirts, straightening it out before folding it. You set it in the messed chest, pulling out the rest of the crumpled fabric, setting it on the makeshift bed.

After a few minutes of continuous folding, the sound of the tent flaps moving caught your attention. You shifted slightly to look over your shoulder. "Javi." you greet quietly.

Javier doesn't respond, rather just looking at you with an unreadable expression. You start to sweat slightly, clinging at the shirt in your hand. Feeling uncomfortable and awkward, you turn back around.

"Are you trying to be a whore?" he asked out of nowhere behind you. Freezing from shock, you look back at him in disbelief. "What?"

"Micah said he saw you 'n Arthur getting all close." he muttered bitterly. Your eyebrows raise even higher. "Arthur... and me?" you clarify, Javier rolled his eyes. "Yes, you 'n Arthur." he huffed.

Your face goes blank for a minute. "And... what are you thinking happened with Arthur and I?" you ask dryly, Javier started to grind his teeth slightly.

"All I know is you two have been whispering and running around together lately. I think you forget who you belong to." He hissed, you look back at him again, dropping his jacket that was in your hand.

"Who I belong to? Who would that be?" you ask in a deep tone, standing up and walking over to stand in front of him. "Me." he responded, matching your tone. "Or do I need to remind you of that?" he prodded, taking another step towards you.

Your eyes squint, and you cross your arms in a challenging manner. "And how would you do that? Talk to me about 'loyalty'?" you tease with a face of mockerism.

Suddenly Javier pulled you into him, roughly kissing you. The anger and annoyance obvious as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, his other arm wrapping around you to keep the two of your bodies flushed against one another.

It takes a minute, but soon you kiss back. Your hands resting on his chest, a few groans escape you as he tugs at your hair. His teeth gently pull at your bottom lip, his tongue poking into your mouth after you open it in retaliation to his actions.

His tongue swirls around your mouth, obviously to angry to take his time. It was almost uncomfortable to feel the two muscles in your mouths against one another. Though his mouth soon left yours, instead going down to your neck to suck and lick at the skin.

Now it was your turn to cling and tug at his hair. Tipping your head to the side a bit to offer more of your neck, you shiver. He grins against your neck tauntingly as he hits a sensitive spot on your skin. "Lay down on your back." He ordered, pulling away from you.

You hesitate for a minute, before stepping back and gingerly laying down like he said. Javier slid off his vest, and started unbuttoning his shirt as he kneeled down in front of you.

He widened your legs before he slid his hand up through the few layers of your skirt, soon meeting the fabric in between your legs. "I can feel you soaking through the fabric.. Mi Puta. You like being treated like a bitch, don't you?" he grinned.

You rolled your eyes. "I ain't no whore." You mutter, widening your legs a bit more as he thumbs around your nether regions over the fabric. He hums, moving his hand away after a moment.

His hands take off your boots, before he loosens your skirt, pulling it down and tossing it to the side. His eyes dark as his hands ran up your legs. You squirmed slightly, feeling him lift a hand up to push your hips down. “Stay still.” He muttered.

A puff escapes your lips. Your eyes watching him come up to unbutton your shirt, which his took his time with. You could tell his mind was at war of taking too long, or just straight up destroying you.

Javier carefully slid the shirt over your head, before he wrapped an arm around you, roughly flipping you over onto your stomach. You grunted, twisting your head to the side as it was just slammed into the ground.

“Now, are you going to be a buena chica, or are you going to make this hard?” He asked against your ear as he loomed over you. His shallow, unhinged breathing fanning over your neck.

You grumbled something quietly, followed by a slap across your ass. Your eyes widened a bit, your hands clutching at the blanket under you as you looked back. “What the hell Javier?” You muttered. “Watch your mouth, speak up.”

Straightening your head back you rolled your eyes. Javier reached up, and pulled the straps of your chemise off your shoulder, sliding it down over your chest and stomach.

As the last layer of your fabric came off, your nipples went fully pert from the sudden cool to your skin. Javier bent an arm to snake under your stomach, and pushed up. You hesitantly bent your knees, your ass sticking up in the air.

He slid your chemise the rest of the way off, picking up one leg at a time to get it off fully, throwing it somewhere in the tent; leaving you fully bare.

Both of his hands rested on your ass, your right cheek a bit red from where he had punished you. “Now, again; are we going to be good, or bad?” He asked tauntingly. His hands went down to the inside of your thighs.

“Define ‘good’.” You muttered with a sass, Javier let out a huff. “Bad then.” He said, grabbing your knees to pull your legs apart more. “Very well then. I’m not gonna go easy, Hermosa.” He purred, “You need to remember who you should stay loyal to.”

You could feel yourself growing wetter as the clank of his belt, your insides clenching with need, but left to squeeze around air.

One of his fingers ran up in a line between your labia. He let out a soft groan, “So wet, all for me? I’m starting to think you like being treated like this. You like being my whore?” He crooned darkly, leaning in to kiss on the back of your neck, nipping slightly.

“Y-yes.” You agree, giving in, knowing you weren’t going to get out of this. “Yes, who?” He prodded, playing with your entrance.

Sucking in a breath you locked your jaw, “Yes sir.” You muttered with a flushed face, red in embarrassment and arousal.

“Good girl.” He cooed, pulling his finger away. Javier shuffled closer, leaning over you a bit and placing a hand on your hip. You could feel the hot head of his cock pressing at your entrance, Javier watching you carefully as you leaned back a bit.

Suddenly without warning, he slammed into you roughly. A sharp moan left your mouth as he started to thrust in and out of you at a quicker pace, Javier letting out pleasureful grunts and moans into your ear. He always had been a more vocal lover, so this wasn’t anything new.

Breathy moans left your mouth as you shoved your head into the pillow; attempting to quiet them. Javier lifted your head up, pulling it out of the muffling material. “No, let them hear you.” He grunted.

He continued to thrust erratically, the sounds reverberating throughout the tent(and camp, probably.) Your pussy squelching loudly as it was penetrated roughly. A high gasp leaving your mouth as he hit your G-spot.

Javier reciprocated the sounds you were making, letting his own run wild. “F-fuck..” you moaned, clenching your eyes shut. “You like when I fuck you like this? All rough and dirty, huh?” He asked darkly.

“Yes sir..” you nodded quickly. “Who’s name are you gonna be calling when your so sensitive you can’t sit down?” He asked, pushing on his ego. “Yours!” You cried out.

He chuckled into your ear, reaching a hand in between him and you to rub your clit appreciatively. You back immediately arched at the added pleasure, his hand on your hip gripping so tight you knew it was going to bruise.

“I want Morgan to know who’s you are…” he hissed in your ear, rubbing circles more rough across your sensitive nub. “Yours!” You moaned in a pleading voice again, burning in embarrassment knowing you’d probably already disturbed most of the camp.

“What’s my name? I want you to scream it.” He pressed, his dick twitching inside of you as it slammed into you, filling you to the hilt.

“J-Javier!” You gasped loudly, your walls constricting around him as you grew closer. “Again.” He pressed, thrusting rougher if possible into you. “Javier!” You complied, your throat becoming sore from all the noises escaping you.

“Again.” He ordered, his balls drawing up as he threatened to empty inside of you. “Javier, fuck!” You cried out as your body shook. Javier didn’t slow down as you climaxed, your body trembling as he continued to fuck you.

His own face pace began to fumble after a minute, his dick twitching in you as your walls continued to milk him. “Fuck…” he breathed, giving a last thrust before he filled you.

You laid limp under him as you were still on a high, eventually turning your head to look back at him. Finding him with his eyes closed as he panted, both of you equally as sweaty in the humid air.

“God that was a lot…” you muttered, your hips already started to burn in protest. You could feel him softening inside of you, Javiers hands both resting on your hips.

“Don’t be saying that yet, we aren’t done here.”

#i cant write smut #javier escuella #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #reader #female reader #rough smut #arthur morgan #jealousy #javier escuella x reader

[lady-grace-pens]

Slow writers of tumblr: has anyone figured out The Key to not comparing yourself to your peers who hit massive word counts daily? Or is this something we all struggle with together?

#kaitlyn talks for once #writeblr #writblr #writers of tumblr #writing #I’d be okay either one tbh #i just. would love to be able to support my productive friends while not feeling like shit and being jealous and hating myself #please #if anyone found the key #tell me #I’d be alright with support too #it’s just hard #you know? #rough to deal with #the jealousy. i want to be supportive without hating myself #is there a way? #i’m desperate #please just tell me what to do to stop hating myself and I will #i don’t know. #maybe I’m just hungry and tired and drained. it’s been a long day and I haven’t eaten anything #maybe tomorrow will be better

[withacapitalp]

Okay guys consider…

When Steve and Eddie start dating Eddie gets insanely jealous. Not of people who are looking at Steve or girls that flirt with him. Everyone flirts with Steve, and his amazing boyfriend never gives them so much as a second glance. No Eddie is jealous in an incredibly specific, incredibly silly way

He is jealous of Wayne and Steve.

Or rather he’s envious of the easy way they bond. It feels so stupid, he should be happy that they get along, but it’s the way that Steve seems to just fill all these gaps that Eddie and Wayne might have. He’s into sports, he likes to drink beer, and Steve doesn’t endless chatter to Wayne about things he doesn’t really care about. They can sit together in silent companionship, where Eddie can’t stand the quiet for more than thirty seconds.

He tries to make sure they’ll never know, because the rational part of him is happy that they get along. He’s happy that Steve has another person he can lean on, and he’s happy Wayne has another kid to love, and they all feel like a family. He just isn’t used to sharing Wayne, and he will get over that. Hopefully before either of them notice how hurt Eddie gets when he sees them laughing at some joke he will never find funny.

#Eddie is an only child #and I will stand by only child jealousy #only children especially only children who had rough home lives #do not fully understand that love is not conditional #and that a parent can love more than one person #Steve is also an only child he just never had parents that loved him #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things hc #stranger things headcanons #st drabble #Eddie Munson #Wayne munson #Steve Harrington and Wayne munson #steddie #steddie hcs #Liam writes #Liam loves his blorbos #Liam speaks up #Writing(withacapitalW)

[raspberry-piee]

I can't wait for the day someone is head over heels obsessed with me. Possesive obsession is my favorite kind I want you to have my live location on I want to be questioned whenever I leave the house I want him to stalk me. I want to feel safe cause I know the man I love is watching me and would do anything for me. I know it's controversial but I love being questioned about my friends I want my bestfriend and I to be to lovey dovey on the phone and when we hang up I want his hands around my throat as I'm forced against the wall and reminded who I belong too.

#jealousy is such a turn on for me im ngl #stalker kink #stalker #I love stalkers #fr33use #cnc k!nk #r@pe me #r@petoy #send me r@pe threats #rough cnc #ask berry #r@pesleeve

[beanghostprincess]

Usopp meets Pedro when they get to Zou after Dressrosa and instantly gets a weird vibe from him when he talks about Sanji and saving him. Maybe it's the way he pronounces Sanji's name or how they just met but for some reason, he seems to be the most concerned of all. And Usopp is not a jealous person. Having Sanji as your boyfriend kind of makes you have to deal with his obsession with girls all the time... But Pedro? A tall, handsome, strong mink is worried sick about his boyfriend and Usopp isn't stupid. He knows something is going on. Pedro also somehow knows Usopp and he figures Sanji has talked about him, but why would he bring that up, anyway? The point here is-- Usopp doesn't like Pedro.

#i talk a lot about jealous sanji and i don't talk enough about jealous usopp #everybody is in love with sanji so how could he not be extremely jealous #okay but imagine the whole drama. like. sanji and pedro actually having feelings for each other and usopp getting jealous #but it's not really bc they like each other. usopp is open to these things. it's more the whole thing about being insecure bc look at pedro #so when pedro dies. sanji is devastated and he goes through a rough time even if they didn't get to know each other THAT much #and usopp has to put aside his jealousy and take care of sanji #and there's so much angst here #one piece #usopp #black leg sanji #pedro one piece #sanuso #pedrosan

[poetic-mr-dark]

"I'm not jealous"

He said while sharpening a knife

"I'm not jealous"

He said while following them

"I'm not jealous"

He said as the life drained from their eyes

"I'm not jealous"

He said while making them into a coat

"I'm not jealous"

He said with a smile

"I'm not jealous"

He said knowing all your "suiters" are dead

#irl yandere #aesthetic #rough kink #art #beauty #jealousy

[miss-celestia13]

Devil in Paradise

Dark!Richy x Dark!OFMC One Shot

Aylins latest idea hasn’t turned out quite how she hoped. New identities. A cruise filled with the wealthy. Out in the middle of the ocean, Richy joins in with her scams, and she discovers it is possible for her to feel jealous…

These two have been waiting quite impatiently for me to come back to them. Expect plenty dark humor, more possessive smut, and a shift in their dynamic. Can be read alone without any knowledge of the fandom or pairing, but I have linked the last one below!

Flesh & Blood

People Aylin wants to kill or maim

1- The entire world. But especially the person who invented cruise ships. If they were already dead, she'd dig them up and kill them again just to please herself. She wanted to destroy it all. It all existed to piss her off. If she weren’t already living in a hell realm, she’d set it all on fire. Richy was already suffering. She took much enjoyment from it and didn't feel the need to add to it yet.

Aylin

Fuck this ship. Fuck the sun. Fuck the heat. Fuck it all, burn it down, and burn the fucking ashes. Sticky, moody, and annoyed. She was sick of it. They had managed to board without any drama; she’d sourced them new identities and paid handsomely for the privilege. Richy was delighted by his. His new name gave him a little more freedom, even if it made her snort laugh every time she tried to say it. Flynn. She was not calling him that. Not a chance. His beard was still a point of great pride for him, and she giggled every time she caught him staring at his reflection on any shiny surface he passed. The red dye had faded to a dingy ginger shade due to the sun and the thirteen showers she took to get the dried blood off when they finally found accommodation for the night after that night in the alley.

Richy had joined her at one point, and they’d broken the flimsy shower screen, but it was worth the loss of their deposit. The diamond ring had been pawned for much less than its worth but still a hefty amount that funded this whole project. No more lives had been taken, but she was close. She was on the treadmill again and did not know how to get back off. It gnawed in her chest. Every annoyance another person caused her made it rear up, and she struggled to force it back down. They could find jobs, settle down and live happily ever after. But that wasn’t them. Too mundane and boring. They’d kill each other before the week was out. Instead, they had bounced around high-cost resorts and hotels. Making off with cash, jewelry, and other valuables from the rich folk while making their way to the port.

It was exciting, and they had slowly built a good chunk of savings. Now they were far from Duskwood, or any other land, Richy could take part, and he was foaming at the mouth as they got ready. They were dressed to the nines, and she kept stealing glances as he moved about and pretended he wasn’t ogling her as she toed on her best heels. She didn’t know why he bothered hiding it. Part of the normal act he'd worn in his old life that he couldn’t shake off, she supposed. But it was stupid. He spent more time inside her than out. It was during one particularly memorable night that she had her “best” idea yet. Richy had been snoring beside her as she tossed and turned and tried to devise a way to get them as far away as possible. A cruise ship! It had felt like a stroke of genius. Until she boarded the fucking thing.

A giant floating city. It sounded perfect to get lost in and cause mayhem. She had read something about wealthy widowed people living out their golden years on those massive ships, and she knew the pickings would be easy. She had haunted more than one rich person's funeral so she could convince their crying heirs to part with a chunk of their inheritance. It would have been like shooting pigs in a damn barrel. But then the sun was there, hanging in the sky, a giant ball of hell that made her skin sticky, her hair frizzy, and her fair skin would have been roasted if she wasn’t militant about protecting it. She had taken to giving it the middle finger every time she was outside during the day.

Richy had it worse. A landlubber through and through, he’d spent the first few days a sickly green color and had kept her up at night with his retching. She was not made to comfort, but she had brought him some crackers she’d pilfered from the maid's cart on her way back to their cabin one night. It was the same thing in her mind, but he hadn’t been as grateful as she thought he should, considering she could have brought him nothing. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she leaned into the mirror and admired herself, painted her mouth red, and turned to a suited and booted Richy.

He scrubbed up well, too well, a voice whispered as he fiddled with his tie and met her wandering eye as she looked him up and down. The suit had been her last demand before they boarded this teeming beast of a boat, and he'd bitched about it the whole time, but he was smirking now, and she almost wanted to stay in. Then he opened his mouth, and she rolled her eyes, the notion soon disappearing.

“Are you done yet? We're late.”

Leveling him with a glare, she said, “We're only late when they're dead. You go first. They'll think we're together if we arrive as one.”

He frowned, looking uneasy now, “How do I know who to choose?”

“You find the one that tracks your every movement. You'll feel it. It's like a brand on your neck. Make yourself noticeable but not too much, or you'll be remembered. You exist only for tonight. Tomorrow you will be someone else.”

He looked ready to argue, but his jaw clenched, and he nodded before striding to and out of their suite door. She decided to linger behind for a little while, hoping she'd have to rescue him when she arrived, but as she entered the glittering ballroom, she saw that he was doing fine. Women of varying ages and degrees of plastic surgery surrounded him. She idly wondered how they didn't melt during the day when the sun seemed determined to flay the skin from her bones. Richy held court in the center, multiple drinks in front of him as their eyes met, and she gave a single nod as she surveyed the room for her own mark.

Casting her mental fishing line wide, she waved down a waiter passing by with a tray of champagne, snagging two glasses. She downed one and left it on an empty table as she sipped the other. After two turns of the massive space, she felt a tug on her line, a scalding stroke down her neck as she turned and saw the fiftysomething suave silver fox toasting his glass at her. She had hoped for someone closer to Death's sweet embrace, but as she didn't plan to do anything other than flatter and pander to his ego, she gave him a demure smile. Turning her eyes to the floor as he approached, thinking of the many ways she could torture Richy later to force a blush to her cheeks and put on her best impression of an innocent virgin as the man greeted her.

“I haven't seen you around. I would have remembered you if I had.” He grinned, teeth so white they should be used in toothpaste commercials and so perfect it was almost unnerving.

“I keep to myself mostly.” She hedged, hiding her coy smile in her champagne as he edged closer, and she could feel Richy watching them.

“I'm Darren. Care to tell me yours?” His voice had that lilt to it, the one that spoke of a life of excess and having everything handed to him.

“Lilith, don't ask. My parents thought it was unique.” She giggled, hating the sound and glancing over at Richy to avoid Darren's observant eyes.

He had his arm around one of the younger women. Bottle blond hair, tits defying gravity as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. He met her gaze, seeing something in her expression that made him smile slowly and move closer to the blond. She clutched her glass and looked away, hoping she wouldn't shatter it as Darren told her he loved her name and invited her to drink with him. She nodded, taking his arm and letting him lead her to his table. Perching daintily on her chair, she smiled when he brought them drinks, and she noted his was premium while hers was the free champagne being handed out like water. She hated when the rich were cheap. Still, she thanked him with wide eyes and feigned interest as he told her how he'd ended up on the cruise.

Her focus kept returning to Richy. Basking in the adoration of horny, husbandless women with too much money and insufficient brain cells to keep hold of it. It sickened her, and she didn't know why. It wasn't until she caught him sneering at her as she'd reached out to lay what she hoped was a comforting hand on Darren's arm and squeezed, something green flashing in his eyes. She wanted to hit him for making her feel something as sickeningly human as jealousy. Redirecting her energy, she pointedly ignored the anger pouring from Richy as Darren leaned into her personal space and tucked her hair behind her ear. Another shy smile, looking away from his piercing grey eyes as she acted the timid young lady.

The silver fox's scent was as rich as his wallet, but she was glad when he moved back, earning some points in her mind as he sensed her reluctance and did not push her. They chatted about shit she had no interest in, and didn't remember a word the man said seconds after it left his mouth. He left to use the bathroom, and she watched him until he vanished, letting out a long breath as her gaze returned to Richy's table only to find it empty. He wasn't on the dancefloor or at the bar, and he didn't leave the bathroom even after Darren had come out and gone to the bar. Sinking the last of her champagne, she huffed and stood, storming out of the room while Darren still had his back turned. If she had to search this entire ship to hunt that bastard down, she would string him over the fucking balcony.

***

Thankfully, she didn't have to go that far and found him in the first place she checked. And she was attacked the second she walked in the door. He was pacing barefoot as she entered, spinning to her as she locked the door. Her heart was already racing, the promising thrill of a good fight hung in the air, and her skin crackled with it, blood heating at the blackness overtaking his eyes. He’d tossed his jacket and tie on the floor and she could tell he’d been pulling at his collar to loosen it while he waited for her.

“What the fuck were you doing in there?” He demanded, hands flying up and dropping back to his side with a loud smack as she kicked her shoes off and enjoyed the cool floor on her sore feet.

“Nothing that you weren't doing, Richy. Don't fucking start. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy the way she was looking at you! Touching you!” She spat, teeth bared, and fists clenched as they circled each other.

Her mind flashed back to that first time back in Duskwood. The fury and uncertainty as they sniffed each other out before giving into the need to claim and tear and break. Her blood was singing, she wanted to pour it out and paint the world red, so it matched the fury riding her. Richy’s response didn’t ease her any.

“Now you know how it felt when I was locked inside a hotel room while you were off gallivanting with other men!”

“How many times?! I wasn’t gallivanting. I never once touched or thought about touching them! You were lapping it up!”

“Why do you care? I thought you didn’t do labels.” He reminded her, and she regretted the day she ever met him.

Scowling, hands itching to hit him, she turned on her heel, aiming for the door and intending to get black-out drunk on free booze and fuck the first man to smile her way when he grabbed her by the back of her neck and hauled her against him. She struggled, clawing and scratching his arms as they banded around her and held her trapped. He was chuckling in her ear, she could feel how turned on he was, and her inner voice was crooning that she got just what she wanted, but she ignored it. She wanted to fight.

“Let me go, Richy.” She clipped as he avoided her attempt to stomp on his bare foot.

“Not until you tell me why you were really upset.” He taunted, voice like gravel. It was so harsh, and she tried to ignore the rush of wet heat soaking her underwear, but it was nigh on impossible as Richy ground his erection into her ass.

They were volatile and explosive, but that’s how she liked it, and even now, her need to be well and truly fucked had overridden all her rage; in truth, her fury only heightened it.

“The day you came with me, you became mine. I don’t like people touching my things without my permission!” She snarled as he dragged her over to their rumpled bed.

“Good. Because you’re mine, I don’t like watching you fawn over those men any more than you do.”

His arms were unwound, but she didn’t bolt like she’d planned. She didn’t like most people, hated them actually, but she could tolerate Richy, and she was easy around him. He always knew what she needed. Her heart rate climbed as his hands came around, and one gripped and twisted her chin, the other dug into her hip as he lowered his head to kiss her. Her instinct was to lean away. It felt too intimate somehow. Still, she fought the urge and let him. It felt more like an argument as he breached her mouth and swept inside. She could only match every stroke of his tongue. It was awkward, and she needed some control back as heat and want spiraled through her so intensely she felt out of her mind as she turned in his hold to face him.

His eyes were black as night, thrilling her before she closed hers again and grabbed hold of his shirt, tugging him back down and catching his lips in hers. Pressing in, teeth biting at his lips and smiling into the kiss as he took the hint. His hand slid into her hair, a sharp tug and pain flickered over her scalp, and she moaned as she felt her wetness slide down her inner thighs. He did it again, smirking as she trembled, and she had almost forgotten why she was angry with him. But then she smelt it. The overly sweet perfume that did not belong to her clung to his clothes, and her fury flared once more.

Breaking the kiss, she glared up at him and stabbed a finger into his chest as she ground out the words, “I can smell her on you. How close was she?”

He rolled his eyes, and she didn’t even think; she lifted her hand, intending to slap him, but he caught it as it swung for his face and took hold of her other before she could attempt it again. Turning her around again, moving so fast he had her wrists in his firm grip behind her back before her brain realized what was happening. The fine bones bent and twisted as he shoved a knee between her legs and bent her over the bed.

“Not this close. You smell like a different man every night, and I’m supposed to accept that, Aylin. You can do the same.”

Head shaking, arms straining as she tried to break out of his hold, huffing and giving in when he only held her tighter, and she sensed him drop to his knees behind her. She could see him between her split thighs, free hand eagerly reaching up her dress, and her underwear was pulled down to pool around her ankles. She was panting as she stepped out of them, blood racing in her veins as his fingers dipped into her dripping folds and made even more mess as he spread it around. Her teeth were buried in her bottom lip as he teased her with featherlight grazes over her clit, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a moan or whimper even as her legs shook and another flood of essence soaked his busy hand.

When he rose to his feet, the burn in her core became intolerable, and she was close to begging when he suggested something she usually refused.

“I want to bind your hands before I fuck you.” He muttered as he unzipped her dress and shoved it down her arms, leaving her completely bare while he was still fully clothed.

The idea of being under his control did not frighten her the way it had in the past. He had allowed her her way many times and had never complained. Black excitement filtered through her as she loosed a breath and nodded her consent, shifting on her feet as the emptiness inside her demanded relief. She couldn’t see him, but she felt his surprise in the loosening of his hand around her wrists. He let her go, stepping away, but she didn’t look as she straightened and flexed her hands as he shed his clothes. Her pulse jumped in her neck when his hands settled on her shoulders, whirling her around and giving her a biting kiss she felt in her curled toes before she was shoved hard. Landing on her back, arching a brow at him as he smirked down at her.

Oh, thank fuck, she thought he’d lost the rage, but it was there, in his eyes, flickering like a shadow flame as she arched and raised her hands above her head, crossing them at the wrist as he licked his lips. They were two monsters with the same damn hunger, and she did not have a lick of shame about it as he crawled over her, his belt in hand. She closed her eyes at the feel of the leather looping around her wrists, the metallic click on the buckle as he pulled it so taut her fingers soon tingled and the sound echoed like a gunshot in her lusty mind. There was nothing for him to tie her to. His growled warning made her press her thighs together as he moved down her body.

“Keep them there, or I’ll stop and leave you here until you learn.” Her thighs were wrenched apart when she chuckled and gave him a nod of agreement.

Testing her shackles, she found no give, and her heart was in her throat as she waited for his next move. Trust. Did she have it for him? She wasn’t entirely sure, but she trusted he wanted her more than he wanted to harm her and forced herself to go loose and pliant at the touch of his fingers as he parted her folds. His mouth was on her a second later, tongue gliding up the seam of her, hands pinning her thighs to the bed. Two fingers sank inside her, and he repeated the move, making her shake her head and sob as he drank her down, humming so low in his throat it vibrated through her. The rough scrape of his beard on her tender flesh drove her to distraction as he worked on her. Her hands grasped at nothing, the urge to bring them down and grab his head almost impossible to ignore as he crooked his fingers and pulled as she cried out at the flick of his hot tongue on her clit.

Blunt nails cut into her thighs as he consumed her relentlessly. Her throaty cries turned to warbling moans as he alternated between quick darts of his tongue and languid licks of her essence, his fingers moving within her and taking the edge off of the ache as her body writhed under him. He was determined to make her whine his name, lapping at her clit as her hands fisted uselessly, and she yearned to pull his hair. Tilting her hips, trying to stop him from moving away from where she needed him, the lewd sound of his devouring and the deep groans spilling from him made it impossible to hold her orgasm back.

Keening too loudly, his mouth sealed over her clit, sucking her into his mouth whole as his fingers teased her inner walls with delicious friction. He gave her no mercy as she shivered and sobbed, his tongue swirling over that swollen bundle of nerves incessantly until she tensed and jerked so violently he chuckled. Her trembling thighs, his skilled tongue, and the fingers in her cunt were a sweet torture as she clenched her teeth and panted through them, cries going wild as release suddenly swelled and crashed through her so hard she curled in on herself. She was sobbing, body twitching and spasming as the flutter of his tongue on her clit became too much to bear, refusing to back away as heat and sweat spread over her skin. He did not stop until she said, ‘Please.’

Aftershocks zinged through her muscles as she cracked an eye open to watch him sit back on his haunches, beard soaked and glistening before he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, making her inner walls clench on nothing. He did not give her respite, and she was not thinking about anything as the fire in her veins turned her blood to steam. Her legs were arranged to suit him, laid against his shoulders as he grabbed her hips and dragged her closer, impaling her on his thick length. In one effortless slide, he was buried so deep she couldn’t draw a breath in. Her bound hands prickled and burned as he bent her body back. Her muscles already burning, his cock filling her up and banishing the ache.

A low thrumming began under her skin as he moved, a tinge of pain, cunt gripping his cock tight and turning his grip on her hip punishing. He touched her as if he owned her, eyes never leaving her face as she absorbed his brutal thrusts, bound hands pressed to her chest in a mockery of prayer. Deep darts of his hips, circling and retreating to plunge back inside her, all of it sent pleasure sparkling through her. Her anger simmered in the back of her mind, growing quieter with every drag of his cock against her slick walls and the black look in his eyes. There was always a thread of hate between them, never more obvious than when they fucked, and usually, she did the possessing. It was her turn to be possessed, and it didn’t bother her the way she thought it would.

In the game they were playing, she wasn’t sure who was the slayer and who was the slayed as he slid free of her cunt. He ignored her indignant snarl as he ordered her to get on her knees. Her hackles lifted at the dominance in his tone. A scalding retort tried to sneak free of her teeth, darkness crossed his eyes, and she got just what she wanted. She was grabbed and flipped so fast she couldn’t track it. Ass in the air, face buried in the pillows, he shoved her legs apart and pushed down on her back to make her arch deeper, turning her head so her fierce cry as he pushed inside her could be heard by anyone walking past their cabin door.

Her arms strained, hands cramping and making her balance feel wrong with them trapped under her as he brought his hand down on her ass so hard she jolted. Rocking back into his thrusts, wetness out of control as he hit her again, and she was lost in sensation as he fucked her. Tensing herself, delighting in the pain and pleasure of being thoroughly invaded, she stopped caring that he had all the control. Her skin flared with goosebumps, her stomach tensing at the vicious snap of his hips; she let herself enjoy it. It was addicting, the desire and sense stealing pleasure. Each hit was the closest thing to heaven either would experience.

“You were made me for me, Aylin. Don’t ever forget that.” He muttered, pounding into her mercilessly as she thrashed her head in denial.

Richy laughed, the sound like black magic to her crazed mind as his hand slid around her hip and travelled over her stomach to dip into her folds and tease her clit.

“Don’t fight it. You clearly like it.” He baited her, still shaking her head despite the intense pressure building within her and the wetness seeping from her, doing nothing to convince him otherwise.

“Fuck you.” She managed, knowing it was futile, as her cunt clamped down on his cock.

“You will. Your turn first.” He returned, picking up his pace, fingers ruthless in rubbing that bundle of nerves.

Her muscles were tied in knots as the first waves rippled from her center and grew so potent she could do nothing but wail as he crowed his victory. It seized her like a vice, stealing her breath as darkness crept into the edges of her vision. She quaked under the onslaught, flame and its overwhelming heat flooding her system as he fucked her, groaning with every flutter of her cunt around his cock. She slammed her eyes shut, her mind fracturing into cracks and jagged lines, her distressed whimpers barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears as Richy slammed home one last time with a smile in his voice as he cursed her name.

His body blanketed hers as he slumped over her and pushed her down into the mattress, neither capable of speaking for a long while. The power had shifted, she could feel it as his heart thudded against her back, and hers found it’s usual rhythm. He was coming into his own now he was free of the chains of humanity and could be himself with someone that wouldn’t judge his darkest fantasies. She wasn’t sure if it was good or bad. In the past, it had always meant her doom and suffering. Giving someone power over her had never ended well, and she couldn’t see how this would be any different.

Still, when he rolled off her, neither had enough shame to feel awkward as he dragged her up by her hands and clumsily untied her. She rubbed at her red wrists, rolling her shoulders as he padded through to the bathroom, and she sighed when the door closed. Shaking her head, staring blindly at her own reflection in the night dark windows, Aylin decided to hell with it all. If she went down in flames because of him, she at least enjoyed herself first and hadn’t had to hide who she was in her last days. Many didn’t get that chance, and she was already tired of thinking about it. The bed sheets were damp on her side, so she took Richy’s side instead. He called her a bitch when he finally crawled into bed, and she was smirking, her back to him as she succumbed to the lure of sleep.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. I was laughing at myself the whole time I wrote it because it's just ridiculous 😂 See you later! ❤️

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[angst-fairygodmother]

I petition for a jealous samwise gamgee x reader fic. I've requested this before but I don't know what happened to it. I love you and your work sincerely hope a fun time writing for you. Goodluck godbless

A/N: Hello lovely, you are absolutely right that you requested this quite some time ago. I lost it in the shuffle of things (rip my accidentally deleted wip list) and it completely slipped my mind! I hope you will forgive me, and enjoy :) Word Count: 2255 Rating: G - flirting, jealousy, alcohol

Samwise Gamgee was the sort to drive girls mad. He was sweet, in a bumbling sort of way, always ready with a shy smile or a stumbled verse, and gentle, and steady. He knew the value of an honest day's work, and he was always there to support his friends, figuratively or, after a long night at the Green Dragon, literally, making sure they made it safely to bed and had water and a soothing herbal tea ready when they woke with a horrible hangover. 

Though you weren't as close with him as Master Frodo Baggins (no one in all the Shire was) you were lucky enough to count yourself among Sam's dearest friends, and had been all your life on account of your father's sister being thick as thieves with the Gaffer's late wife, Sam's dear mother. And you would be lying if you said your heart didn't flutter like a dove when his soft blue eyes turned on you, not staring exactly but making it clear that he was listening with undivided attention. But you knew his own lay with pretty, sweet, golden-curled Rosie Cotton, another one of your dear friends, and never desired to interfere, placing both their happiness above your own.

~

You giggled, bringing a hand to your mouth to hide your smile as a younger Bracegirdles — of Hardbottle, as opposed to some lesser Bracegirdle cousin that might be out there in theory somewhere — whispered a joke into your ear, ostensibly in order to be heard over the noise of the crowd’s singing and the band in the corner, but you were pretty sure it was in part to try to make you blush. They had been rather attentive to you in the past few weeks, and though you had no real interest in courting them, you welcomed the attention, it was nice to feel wanted after all.

Even if, you thought bitterly, it wasn’t by the person you would have hoped. Your eyes fell to him in the crowd, sitting in a corner and nursing a drink while Frodo and his cousin Pippin Took and their friend Merry all swayed and sang along to the music, cajoling Sam to join in. He looked miserable, frowning at his drink as if he thought to find the Gaffer’s fertilizer floating in it, and your heart ached to go to him and try to put a smile on his face. But you were not Rosie, who wasn’t working tonight (which you were sure was the cause of his obvious foul mood), so you stood no more chance than the lads did.

When your proffered paramour suggested they go to get you a second ale, you heartily agreed, despite having not finished the first, if only to get a moment’s peace from their attentions. You couldn’t help a sigh of relief as they swaggered off, which quickly turned to a gasp of surprise when a new hobbit appeared at your elbow.

“Oh! Sam!” you said, reflexively pressing a hand to your chest as if to hold in your racing heart, “I didn’t see you there.” 

“You and Leopold are looking awfully chummy,” he said glumly in place of a greeting.

You frowned, eyebrows dipping low. You hadn’t even remembered his first name until that moment. But he was right that you had been taking the affection where you could, even if it really meant nothing to you and you wouldn’t think on it again once you were home safely in your family’s hobbit hole for the night, and you worried for a moment that you might be giving the wrong idea.

“He’s quite nice, for a Bracegirdle,” you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “There’s nothing wrong with getting to know him better, is there?”

“Getting to know him better?” Sam scoffed, sounding almost angry with the prospect, and making your puzzled feeling sink further in. “The way he was hanging on you, have you set a wedding date yet?”

“Excuse me?” Now you were getting upset, and set your drink down heavily on the table so that you could turn to Sam more fully, hands planted on your hips. 

“I’m just saying, as it were, that you were a lot more chummy with him than most people.” Even in the smoky taproom you could tell that his cheeks were reddening and he stumbled over his words. “It was practically flirting. Ain’t nothing wrong with it, but that it’s fast. I’ve never seen you talking to him before, and…and…” he trailed off.

“And what, Sam?” you demanded, feeling your own anger and embarrassment heating at the back of your neck. “You’re not my father, and it’s hardly any of your business who I might be talking to, especially when your attention is so focused elsewhere. How do you know it’s my first time talking to Leonard, when you’re always distracted moon-eying after Rosie?”

“Leopold,” the hobbit in question said suddenly, stepping between you and Sam to place the drinks on the table, and then withdrawing, a dejected expression marring his features that had been so lively earlier. You knew you should feel guiltier, but you were distracted by your own indignation, and the strange way that Sam was looking at you. 

“I…” Sam stared open-mouthed at you for a moment longer before turning and fleeing, back to the safety of his friends in the corner and leaving you alone and humiliated. 

With a groan and a roll of your eyes, you drained your first tankard and left the second on the table, walking out of the Green Dragon in the hopes that the cool evening would soothe your temper.

~

You didn’t see Sam for several days after that, though you did occasionally catch glimpses of Merry and Pippin, usually looking over at you and then ducking their heads together conspiratorially and giggling. It felt odd, being in this unspoken fight with your best friend, but your pride stopped you from being the first to apologize. After all, you hadn’t done anything wrong but try to move on from the unrequited love you felt for him. 

As the sun began to set and the spring evening air grew chilly, you set down your sewing and sighed, placing your face in your hands to scrub away the tiredness. Soon you would have to move inside and light a candle if you were going to continue working, and the prospect felt miserable, another night spent alone. 

Suddenly, you felt your basket snatched away from where it sat by your feet, and looked up just in time to see someone — you didn’t want to accuse or assume, but at least one of them was finely dressed for being a hobbit, and his dark hair was wild in a way that only Frodo’s could be described as — disappear around the corner of the lane with your things. With a cry of outrage and surprise, you stood quickly, gathering your skirts at your hip, not caring that your bloomers showed since there was no one around, and chased after them. 

The lanes were empty and it shocked you how refreshing it felt to simply race along them, the cool evening air kissing your cheeks and toying with your hair. Your eyes didn’t ache from squinting at stitches, your hands didn’t ache from where the needle slipped, and most importantly, your heart didn’t ache for all the love you thought you lost. 

And then the ache you felt was much more real as you crashed headlong into someone else. 

“Woah, careful,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you, and unintentionally drawing your faces close. “Are you alright?”

Your cheeks heated rapidly as you stared into those concerned blue eyes, and words failed you for a moment.

“Oh, hi Sam. Sorry. I was just–” you realized that you were still holding your skirts, bloomers exposed for all the world, and more importantly him, to see. Your face felt like it was on fire as you dropped the gathered cloth and stumbled back to smooth it down, the motion catching his attention and causing his ears and cheeks to turn pink. 

“What’s got you in such a hurry?” he smiled shyly at you, though the rest of his face remained puzzled and you had to fight back a laugh at his endearing expression. 

“Someone thought tonight was a good night for pranks, so I’m trying to get my sewing back. I didn’t mean to bump into you…”

“Oh, how odd. My gardening gloves also grew legs. But I figured they’d get bored eventually. Yours went a bit farther though, I don’t blame you for running.”

As you spoke, you heard giggling from around the corner that confirmed your earlier suspicions of the three culprits. But instead of being angry, you couldn’t help being grateful. This conversation, stilted though it was, felt so much better than the days of silence, enough that you were ready to swallow your pride to make sure it continued.

“Listen, Sam,” you found yourself unable to look at him, instead studying the rocks on the path between you while you spoke. “About the other day…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he assured you, looking sheepish. “I shouldn’t have gotten so mad…”

“Why…why did you?” your voice was soft, hesitant. 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No.” Your heart raced like a bird beating against your chest, trying to escape your ribcage. You knew what you wanted the answer to be, but it almost felt like too much to hope. 

“I…well I was jealous…of Leopold.” His cheeks were as red as the Gaffer’s prize tomatoes and you felt your eyes widen. 

“Wait, what? Why would you ever be…?”

“The way he was making you laugh, and how light and happy and beautiful you were. I wanted to be the one doing that.”

“You did?”

“Of course I did. You’ve been my best friend for our whole lives.”

“Oh.” Of course that was what it was. You felt your heart sink. Sam had always felt strongly for all of the people in his life, it was one of his best features, and so seeing you having fun with someone else, especially while he was miserably longing for Rosie instead would hurt him. Of course. 

“And then when you said something about Rosie, I got so angry.” He bit his lip and then rushed to add. “At myself of course, not at you. I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid. And then, I guess I was embarrassed.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

“Well it’s just…there I was getting jealous and upset when I had never said anything, and given you all the wrong ideas, and I had no right to that, and I felt foolish, and didn’t know how to fix it.” 

“Wrong ideas? Said anything? Sam, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to confess that you’re in love with me. But surely that’s not the case, so I must be missing something, and need you to be clearer.” Your laugh as you spoke was high and forced, but it was all you could do.

Sam sighed and shook his head, stepping close and raising a hand to try and cradle the back of your head. You startled, stumbling back from him, eyes wide and heart racing even faster if that was possible.

“What are you doing Sam?”

“Will you just trust me for a second?”

“I always trust you,” you said earnestly, relaxing as he reached again to touch you. 

A breath later, his lips were brushing yours, and one of his hands was cradling the back of your neck, fingertips in your hair, and his other hand was holding yours. Your skin lit up, feeling like a thousand of Gandalf’s fireworks were sparking where Sam touched you.

“Oh.” You breathed when he pulled away, all too soon. 

“Now do you understand? I love you, I’ve always loved you.” 

“But what about Rosie…?” you wanted to kick yourself, but your mind hadn’t quite caught up to the rest of reality, so it tumbled out. 

Thankfully, he laughed, the sound bright and beautiful and making your poor heart do a flip. “Rosie’s just a friend. Didn’t it ever occur to you that every time I was looking in her direction ‘moon-eyed’ it was because you were right beside her?”

It hadn’t.

“Oh Sam, I’m sorry. I never thought…I mean I wished but…” you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you smiled at him. When he smiled back just as bright, the world felt clearer and sharper than it had in a long time. “I love you too. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Don’t be. We were both fools, and it’s past now. We can make up for the time, if you’ll let me court you?”

“I would like nothing more.” You threaded your fingers with his, stepping close in the hopes of kissing him again.

But alas, it didn’t come, the moment interrupted by whoops of delight as Pippin, Merry, and Frodo, and to your shock Rosie herself, all burst from the bushes where they’d been hiding with your purloined things. You couldn’t help but laugh as they threw their arms around you and Sam in a messy group hug before tugging you both down the road toward the Green Dragon for a celebratory drink.  Kissing and courting would have to wait, but at least, with your hand in his, you knew that it wouldn’t be only in your dreams.

#Samwise Gamgee x Reader #Lord of the Rings fic #I may have taken writing Tolkien fic as an excuse to write like Tolkien in long rambling sentences #and also this made me realize it's been a while since I watched the movies and there's not a ton of Sam-only clips online #so characterizations miiiight be rough #but I hope it's good #and worth the wait #jealousy fic #misunderstanding and miscommunication

[somelazyassartist]

#dealing with a lot of feelings right now. just all of them i guess #I've had some good stuff too but it's mostly been idk. jealousy. grief. anger. homesickness. a lot of stuff for a lot of reasons #it's been weighing on me for a while but it just all kinda snapped last night #I'm feeling a little better after getting some of that anger out and venting it through Vikki but it's still there #but it'll get better now that it's not completely pent up i guess #just been having kinda a rough one for a bit. but I'll be fine #it's not meant to be. #three eyed cats in my living room #vicoros #vicoros nightbreeze #vent

[comradeboyhalo]

im actually so glad bad’s a single dad bc i dont think i could go through another love or host type of stream if skeppy found out

#the jealousy would be through the ROOF it would be ROUGH

[biaswreckmepls]

Hi! Hope you’re doing well. I have two requests: a) if there are any fics where there is some sort of jealousy involved, like X talks to some other person or hangs out with them all the time, neglecting Y and Y ends up giving the silent treatment or ignoring X? I hope you get what i mean lol. Fics with a happy wnding would be great. Also b) there’s a namgi fic where nj gives the aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe to yg, i cant find it. Hope you can help hehe

First of all, I have to apologize - this ask has been sitting in my ask box for over a year and i've been trying to clear it out, and I just realised I hadn't replied to this T_T

Second, I can't find the namgi fic either! must be lost to the universe (or OP deleted it lol, happens all the time)

And finally, for your first request, I'm sure I could find something!

Jealousy

Swipe Left by saengie (Yoonmin, 5 Chapters, M, 12K, Dating Service AU, Office AU, Jimin's the top employee at the dating service org until new hire Yoongi comes in and starts to steal his thunder)

rough hands by jonghyunslisterine (Jikook, One-shot, M, 31K, ABO AU, Jungkook is the rogue alpha who attacked Jimin's pack, but he's also the rogue alpha who saved Jimin from being killed in wild)

but if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did. by jonghyunslisterine (Yoonkook, 2 Chapters, T, 36K, Growing Up Together AU, JK's a chaebol kid going through it, and Yoongi's their gardener's grandson who comes sometimes, and they're really not supposed to be friends you know)

(Just realised I gave all the combinations possible out of Yoonminkook, very funny lololol)

Hope you like these and actually get to see this, and let me know if you'd like anything else!

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