#jealous fiercly protective and territorial prompts

[fastfists]

❝ mine. ❞ ~Rouge to Knuckles

✧ JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS ✧

"T'at for me 'r your 'one true love'?"

Its clear by the soft chuckle that leaves him that he is teasing the other, he can't help it sometimes after all. Always enjoying bantering with Rouge — it was fun. Plus, sometimes he managed to fluster her right back.

Even if he was a tad curious WHERE this possessiveness was coming from, he couldn't help but feel flattered by it. It was sweet in an odd endearing way. Pulling the thief closer and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before letting his forehead rest against her's.

"Your's~"

[cc-naruto-s-rank-shinobi]

All Yours Kiss [ShikaIno]

@minds-interlinked asked

❝  well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it.  ❞ (Ino for Shikamaru)

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

Shikamaru was on his way to visit Ino at the flower shop, where he passed a group of fangirls, they obviously had a crush on him, so he waved back at them awkwardly just to be polite as Ino walked out.

“Hey, that was nothing Ino, you’re all mine, only you,” he tried to reassure her, guess he walked into that one with her response. Shikamaru glanced black at the girls, they were still giggling and were still in view, it was now or he’d regret it later.

“Come here.” So he pulled Ino into a passionate kiss, which escalated into a make out session with her back against the front door of the shop. Yes, this was publicly embarrassing, but it would reassure Ino, so it was worth it. He was pretty sure those girls wouldn’t be giggling about him anymore.

[brazenlystrong]

❝  wait are you jealous?  ❞ ( miss shoooo )

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS // @koseigu

Satoru and Shoko stand side by side, immersed in a competitive racing game. Gojo’s fingers move expertly over the controls, his trademark sunglasses reflecting the bright neon lights of the game.

Suddenly, a guy with shaggy hair and a cocky grin steps up beside Shoko. “ Hey there, ” he says, leaning in slightly, “ I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. Wanna grab a drink or something? You seem way too cool to be stuck here watching someone else play. ”

Gojo’s concentration breaks just for a moment. His expression twitches with annoyance, yet he still maintains his composure. But the fact that the attention has shifted to this random guy is clearly starting to grate on him. Watching? He and Shoko are clearly playing together.

The guy turns to Gojo. “ You cool with me stealing her away? ”

A vein pulses at the side of Gojo's head as he's still fixated on the game, his voice laced with nonchalance. “ Stealing? You’re assuming a lot. ” His tone is light, but there’s an edge to it now.

Undeterred, the guy presses on, “ If that's the case then, come on, it’ll be fun. I know a great place nearby. Just the two of us. ”

Before Shoko can answer, Gojo cuts in, “ You really don't know when to quit, huh? ” The guy raises an eyebrow, still smug. “ What, you jealous? ”

Gojo smirks, though his eyes remain cold behind his sunglasses. “ Jealous? Nah. Just bored of you running your mouth. ” He steps forward, towering slightly over the person. “ How about this? Let’s settle it with a game. You win, you get to take Shoko out on your little date. ” He says it casually as if it's the most ridiculous idea ever.

The other hesitates for a second but then scoffs. “ And if you win? ”

The corners of Gojo's lips quirk upward like a checkmark, a flash of challenge in his expression. “ You walk away and stop bothering her. Simple, right? ” Without waiting for a response, Gojo strides over to a nearby fighting game cabinet, dropping a few coins in. “ Best of three. Let’s see what you’ve got. ”

Gojo demolishes the guy in the first round when it becomes clear he is on a different level. By the second round, the guy is sweating. By the third round, the inevitable happens. Gojo lands the final blow with an obnoxious flourish, his character standing victorious on-screen as the words “ K.O. ” flash repeatedly.

The guy, humiliated, lets out a frustrated groan and steps away from the game. “ Fine, whatever, man. ” He shoots a quick glance at Shoko. “ I guess I’ll see you around. ”

Once he’s gone, Gojo leans back against the machine and shrugs. “ That was easy, ” he says, radiating confidence with his little grin. And then, Shoko asks him if he really is jealous.

“ Huh? Me? ” He motions a hand up and rubs the back of his neck before waving his other hand dismissively. “ I just didn't like the way he was talking to you. That’s all. ” His cheeks give away a pale rosy hue.

[nuravity]

❝  you wanna lose a limb?  beat it,  fucker.  ❞

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

Despite knowing how to ward off pestering people with hand-to-hand combat, Ochako still felt highly bothered by the frequency of people getting into her space.

"I need to get home so how we leave the autograph for another time?" she muttered, quickening her space but a hand landed on her wrist as the persistent fan made it clear he might wanted more than just an autograph. Her hand clenched to a fist but before she could lift it, another had already let a punch fly, making the obsessed fan stumble and Ochako pull out of his grasp.

The voice she heard was unmistaken and she felt immense relief, hearing it. "I'm surprised you're here but I'm glad you are. Hope you don't mind taking the rest of the walk with me." It was a bit embarrassing to admit this but she wasn't sure whether that fan got the memo or if others weren't lurking around.

[silvertiefling]

[ HOLD ]  for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way. 

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS // @bloodtwin

KATYA IS USED TO having her lover be stared at... that doesn't make it easier. She knows people are going to stare at him, he's an attractive little asshole - and a scary guard dog. But she doesn't like it. She wants to be the only one that can lay eyes on him, especially in a way of want.

So she slips an arm around his waist, hugging him close, ignoring that he doesn't like PDA for the moment. She just needs to mark her territory, needs to make sure that everyone knows that this scary little puppy is off the market.

[slvttyharlow]

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[sparethcsympathy]

❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞ - butcher to starlight

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS || @nghtmarish

" Then why are you being so-- " MEAN. BUT THAT WOULD SOUND CHILDISH COMING from the young blonde, wouldn't it ? But it's also not a lie, and Annie is heartbroken by how he's behaving towards her. Sure, they've had their moments-- many moments, in fact, where the two of them bump heads and get on each other nerves. But, then it's met with him and her... together, taking their frustration out on each other, well, that's how it felt in the beginning. HATE FUCKING him turned into a mere addiction at some point, like a scratch she needed to get rid of, but the craving only BEGAN TO SPREAD. And now ? The blonde knows what it is she feels for Butcher. Annie dreaded it; she really couldn't just have sex without falling for him, now could she ? Feelings began to spark between the two; well, for her, it did. And that's her own damn fault; she set herself up.

She has been eagerly waiting for two long days to see Butcher, while feeling trapped in the oppressive environment of Vought Tower with Homelander. He publicly declared their supposed relationship to the world, even though they never had such connection ! All for the fucking points. Ashley and them all were THRILLED to hear Homelander claim Starlight as his lover, hashtagging it Homelight, their so-called ship name. Of course, he'd put himself first. But while everyone around Starlight appeared to be in the moment, all Annie could think about was Butcher--. Maybe Billy wouldn't even know. ( Why does she care if he finds out ? ) God, she knew why, but he should also understand what Homelander was attempting to pull. Annie could get to him before the episode aired and before it spreads across the world like wildfire. She never got to communicate with Butcher the next day, her schedule far more demanding now that she was ' HOMELANDER'S GIRL ' and co-captain of The Seven...

THE BLONDE COULDN'T FIND A MOMENT TO MESSAGE BUTCHER and let him know about what Homelander was up to. It seemed impossible to have privacy, with Homelander frequently looming over her. It felt as if he was continually intruding in her personal space, standing shoulder to shoulder and suffocating her with his presence. Homelight this, Homelight that. Just kill her already. She longed for a breath of fresh air, grateful for the opportunity to break away from Homelander and Vought. When she arrived at Butcher's, things didn't unfold as expected. He seemed unwilling to engage with her, and his demeanor brought back memories of the OLD BUTCHER – the one who despised her, rejecting any connection with her... that version of him was again present. He still harbored a deep-seated hatred towards Supes; every reason he had ever had to loathe them still burned within him. But lately, it seemed that his animosity towards her wasn't as intense as it used to be. The moments they shared together, just the two of them basking in each other's company, sharing laughter, and engaging in actual conversations, felt comfortable and effortless. She relished the way he MADE HER FEEL.

" It's not real, you know. Homelander and I. He's been getting a lot of shit after the whole Stormfront incident, you know that. He's USING me to gain approval points. Nothing more. This whole lover thing was his idea I- I didn't know what to do. It's not like I could push him away and tell him no ? It's his way or no way. I'm not apologizing for something I have no authority over. I tried coming to you as soon as I could but... I just... couldn't. Can you please just... listen to me ? Please stop this. I- if you aren't jealous, then what is this ?! Why are you being this way with me ? "

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

❝  wait are you jealous?  ❞

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS: ACCEPTING

II @kit-just-kit

"Jealous?" Richard let out a fragile scoff as he crossed his arms over his chest, in a desperate attempt to shy his gaze away from Kit's. "When have I e'er been...-- No. I'm not jealous. I just... I just didn't like the way tha' guy was talkin' to ye', is all? Or lookin' at ye'? Seriously, doesn't he know yer' eyes are above chest level," he grumbled.

[cruelprincae]

Cardan is mine, and only mine. - Jude

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

A manicured brow arches beneath a sea of dark locks upon which lies a golden circlet, the statement and the tone used by his High Queen causing his gold-stained lips to curl into a fandom of a grin he cannot quite hold back. He recalls a time when he would have given everything in his possession to hear the mortal girl proclaim her love of him with such ferocity, a time when he would repeatedly write her name on a piece of paper with a pen that would stain his manicured fingers for days on an end as though to manifest it ― and, even if it appears as though his wish has been brought to life, something does not feel quite right. There is hunger in Jude's eyes and malice in her voice made purposely silky ― a threatening hue of its own, for her voice never was silky but rather laced with the roughness of a soldier.

Cardan would not be surprised in the instance that, to drive her point home, she would drive a dagger through his throat. No one else would dare have him then, precisely the way she wants. Perhaps, the Fae ought to be concerned that such worries him not but rather brings forth a warmth that spreads across his chest and widens the already existent grin upon the sharp features of his face.

Mab, how he adores her when she is glaring at him like that. Were she to ask him that way, he would willingly tilt his head back and offer his throat for her to slice through.

❛ A dangerous thing, to wish to be in the spotlight of my attention, dearest wife, ❜ Drowsly states Cardan, his posture upon the grand throne upon the dias of the Brugh indicating just how utterly bored he is. Perhaps, further irking the mortal by pressing all those lovely buttons of hers would be of some entertainment after all. ❛ Does the same sentiment apply to you as well ? Will you rid yourself of those cunning courtiers you engulf yourself with for pleasure or am I to be the shiny toy ever at your disposal when you do as much as gesture ? ❜

[ronni-right]

[ TENSION ]  one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact,  lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s. (Daemyra prompt)

Rated E. Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen.

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

Can be read as stand alone or as part of the fic Black Venom.

It was too late when she understood it was a trap. 

It wasn’t her conclusion as a text arrived after Daemon notified her he entered the building. 

2022/09/09 08:16 p.m. 

Did you say goodbye to your dog? Because today was the last time you saw him alive.

J. Lannister

It was a trap. 

Lannister wasn’t supposed to know Daemon was coming for him. 

Daemon was one of the best assassins. 

But he wasn’t untouchable. 

He was a human. 

And if Lannister knew, he made sure to prepare. 

So she sent him there, into the trap. 

She believed in Daemon, but deep down she knew right away that she would never see him again. 

She stared at the window, with a city in full view, illuminated by night light, feeling numb and stupid. She never felt stupid her whole life. She was always two steps ahead. But this time Lannister played her. And at what cost? 

She sent him to be slaughtered. 

The man she loved. 

The man she wanted to be her forever. 

And she killed him. 

Her ambitions killed him. 

Lannister was just an executioner.

She was staring blankly at the city, feeling darkness creeping at her from every corner. 

And then Rhaenyra screamed.

*

It turned out she was wrong.

*

Daemon was untouchable. 

*

He appeared like a ghost, with no sound, with no warning of his arrival. She blinked, confused, as he sat in the chair opposite her, the coffee table between them. He was very much alive, but his clothes were covered in blood and had holes from knives, his face spotted deep scratches and bruises. 

“There were thirty of them.” He told Rhaenyra as a matter of fact. And Rhaenyra was stunned to speak. 

She mourned him! She believed he wouldn't make it!

“Do you want me to feel pity for you?” Rhaenyra asked, taking a sip of a whiskey from the glass she was holding. Her tears have long dried up. “It’s your job after all. And if you aren’t the best, you are dead.” 

He must not know.

He must not know what feelings she had for him. 

Her heart was beating so fast.

He was alive! 

“Me being here shows who is the best.” Daemon smirked. “Why are you so sulky? I cut off the snake's head.”

“They never stop growing heads, Daemon.” Rhaenyra couldn't even smile. It was like someone was choking her these hours when she thought he was dead. Now it was a little bit easy to breathe. “Come with me,” she ordered him. 

He followed her inside the bathroom and took off all his clothes while she was taking first-aid supplies from a cabinet. 

The clothes were left discarded on the marble floor, and he stood there, inside the shower, all confident and smirking until he stopped smirking, catching the expression on her face: lost and with barely there focus. She came to him, placed supplies on the shelf, and then inspected his wounds.

“What happened when I was gone?” Daemon asked, lifting her chin lightly to look into her eyes. 

And when she looked back at his eyes, it crushed into her again: he was alive, breathing and sitting there, and she wanted to hug him, but he was injured more than ever before.

“Lannister knew he was coming.” Rhaenyra told him, swallowing hard. “We have a rat. And I need to deal with it first thing in the morning.” Because she was so fucking tired. 

It wasn’t that hard when she was just a Princess, an Heir to the Empire. 

But she is the Queen now. 

Mafia-Queen. 

She wanted it after all. 

But when she nearly lost him … Did she really want it if it meant he could have been killed? 

“I will kill this rat for you.” Daemon whispered and she nodded, once again unable to speak. 

Her inability to speak was something that didn’t characterize her at all. 

Daemon was silent too. 

His wounds weren’t deep, but there were a lot of cuts, and she took care of every one, washing them thoroughly with clean water and mild soap. She was gentle with him, caressing his wounded skin lightly with her fingertips, taking care of him, while he just stood there, allowing her to do what she wanted to do. 

He was a grown man. 

He cared for his wounds himself. 

But when they started their relationships, it was something she started to do for him. 

It was partly her fault he was injured in the first place. 

And there was something sensual about it. 

It was eye contact, when she cleaned his wounds, as she stared at him, and he stared at her. At first she was the one to touch him, without sexual subcontext, but as far as she touched him, it was hard for him not to be affected by it.

Today wasn’t an  exception, as his lips crushed hers when she cleaned his face from the blood that partly was his. The kiss was messy, she tasted blood on his tongue, and she was afraid to touch him, even though he wasn’t gonna break if she touched him wrong.

“I thought they killed you,” Rhaenyra whispered into his lips when they parted. 

He laughed at that:

“I can’t even say they tried really hard. It was a pure comedy.” But then his expression turned to be serious as he told her: “It will take much more effort to take me from you, my Queen.” 

Rhaenyra didn’t want to blush, but she blushed. However her answer was just business when she told him:

“Because I pay you well.” 

She didn’t want to address her feelings. 

Or his feelings. 

Because she knew she loved him more. 

Daemon opened his mouth to answer something, but Rhaenyra covered his lips with hers, kissing him again. He was a stern man, but he melted into Rhaenyra instantly. She slinged her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The shower wasn’t the best option now, so she proceeded them to move into the bedroom, all while kissing, and touching, and she lost her dress and panties somewhere between bathroom and the bedroom but she didn’t care. 

They ended up on the bed, Daemon pushed her down, and she made a room for him, spreading her legs. Her cunt was already soaked. 

“Pretty.” His fingers early slipped inside her cunt, stretching her walls around their thickness. She didn’t need stretching but it was kind of him.  Not that he was a kind man. “Your cunt beckons me back, doll,” Daemon purred, fucking his fingers inside her, while his other hand massaged her tits. She wanted to laugh at that. It wasn’t that fine, but it was fine while he was there, while he was returning to her every time. “And now I’m gonna fuck you,” he didn’t waste time, pushing her legs apart a little bit more, grabbing his cock and pushing the fat head inside her eager hole. Rhaenyra wrapped his legs around his waist, but she didn’t pull him on top of her like she always did. He had wounds after all. Daemon was slow at first, rocking his hips into her. But she knew well enough he wouldn’t be slow soon. They fucked like animals each time he returned from his missions. She never once complained, eager to be fucked and used. 

They were desperate for each other. 

Some of his cuts started to bleed, she noticed that but told him nothing, knowing well it won’t stop him from fucking her. She would bandage him later. Daemon shifted, his hands were pressed into the mattress on either side of her head. She expected him to say anything, but he didn’t, fucking his cock inside her. He hit her sweet spots inside her that made her see stars and cry his name aloud. Daemon fucked her franticly, grunting loud every time she moaned. 

It was way to sudden when Rhaenyra came, and Daemon came almost the next second, emptying inside her, stuffing her with his seed. 

And his cum that leaked from her cunt, made her think.

[medicus-mortem]

@ikkaku-of-heart asked: ❝I don’t like how they keep staring at me.❞ JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

"I'm not likin' it either," Law says, leaning into Ikkaku to speak to her as privately as they can in this busy crowd.

They'd landed on this island to do some restocking and a little information gathering about the ocean around here. Heard a few rumours Law found interesting. Might even find a sunken wreck with treasures galore if he heard that group of would-be-treasure hunters right. Of course, he needs confirmation before he does anything, and the crew's well-being is the priority. Thing is, it appears they've gained some unwanted attention. Well, Ikkaku specifically.

This is why he needs to get a shirt or jacket made for her with his mark on it. So when she's wearing her civvies, she can still walk around with his inherent protection emblazoned on her person somewhere.

"They look a bit more hardcore than the treasure hunters we're seein' around here," he continues, voice low as he considers their next move. He'd really like to murder these dudes before they make a move on Ikkaku because he is feeling the slavers vibes, but if they know something, Law wants a chance to learn it. He trusts his engineer is capable of taking care of herself, despite how often he steps in to protect her.

"You wanna lead them down an alley so I can work my magic?" he asks, turning to take in her features. She does look uncomfortable, so if she doesn't like that plan, he can do something else.

[hazbintales]

@helldrip ⸻ JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS. / Accepting

❝  i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me.  ❞ ( Ozzie to Fizz )

Fizzarolli stood there in front of his lover as the other spoke. He knew he should trust Ozzie, that the other wouldn’t just leave him because he found something better, someone more suitable for him. But the insecurities still sat in the pit of his stomach. He shifted on his feet, looking up at Ozzie. He nodded slowly, finally putting on a smile for him so he didn’t worry.

“ Okay Ozzie! ” He replied happily. “ I’ll… I’ll trust you; I promise. ” Or at least he would try his best.

[brazenlystrong]

❝  i want everyone here to see that you’re mine.  ❞ + [ CLAIM ]  for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips. // 👌

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS // @vzmky

As palms find their place on him, Satoru freezes for a split second, caught off-guard by Suguru’s unexpected daring nature. A sudden warmth floods his chest, immediately overtaken by a flush of embarrassment as he can already pick up on the weight of curious gazes from people nearby. His heart skips a beat when the whisper comes, soft and intimate against his ear.

His breath hitches, and this same wave of heat spreads from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, once he’s aware of how exposed he feels in this moment. His body shifts lightly, the thought of being claimed so boldly, so publicly, makes his pulse race. Almost without thinking, Gojo’s hand drifts up, hovering between them before landing on Geto’s chest. The touch is hesitant, as if he’s trying to create some distance but he can’t bring himself to push. His blue gaze squints slightly, pupils wide, reflecting a flustered mix of vulnerability and surprise. The onlookers are undoubtedly focused on them, not helping Gojo’s case.

Every nerve on Satoru's body is on edge as he tries to make sense of the situation. Just minutes ago, he was casually chatting with two girls nearby—an innocent conversation, or so he thinks. It seems ridiculous, and he should be telling Suguru off. Caught between the urge to protest and the all-consuming awareness of how close they are right now. There’s a flicker of something dangerous, something he’s almost afraid to admit that he’s into. Overwhelmed by a tide of mixed emotions, Satoru finds himself irresistibly drawn to Suguru.

He swallows hard, his throat tight. “ Sugu—... Suguru, ” he murmurs under his breath but can’t muster the will to go against Suguru. Because deep down he doesn’t want this to stop. That same part of him craves the intensity of it and that’s the part that terrifies him the most to exploit. That spark that has been simmering in his chest flares into something far more fervent and thrilling...

[darksonofsparda]

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS || Accepting

@lunaetis sent: ❝ well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it. ❞ [ from eden ! ]

[{ 🗡️ }] - "The stars look absolutely magnificent up here..."

It was a day like any other together, Vergil and Eden had both found time within their schedules to meet up for another date, it had become a routine to the couple at this point -- a routine that never got old. With every new date, there was always that same amount of anticipation, that same amount of excitement that threatened to burst like his energy whenever he activated his Devil Trigger. No one else could make him feel true happiness, like her. She was the ying to his yang, the sword, to his shield, and the key, to his heart.

Eden made him feel like a whole new person, like he wasn't a bad person, she made him feel like he could truly accept all the horrible things he'd done, and forgive himself for them. Even after he reawakened as one complete being again, for the longest time, Vergil still didn't feel like he was complete, he just felt empty, like there was no real purpose for his continued existence now that he had the ultimate power he desired so much, it was both a blessing -- and a curse. Eden, she made his curse, feel like a gift.

After everything that happened, Vergil found himself being thankful to have been pulled into the void of the Astral Plane along with Eden, while the threat of their existences being erased, or being hunted by The Glitched was very real, had it not been for their portals colliding, they would have never met, so it was more of a happy accident, but one that he was eternally grateful for to have been graced with her presence which lead to this beautiful and menacingly playful relationship that they had built up together.

The couple had enjoyed some dinner, dessert, he took her on a romantic flight over the water, and now they were finishing off their night by sitting on top of the tallest skyscraper in this city, their shoulders and legs touching as they sat far above the lights of the city, so the two of them could see all the stars in the sky, and at the same time, have the privacy they preferred to have. After a little bit of playful banter, Vergil chuckles softly and looks over at her.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "You'll always be my space raccoon. All mine. No one else's." He adds, meaning it in a playful and loving way.

It was Eden's reply to his words that immediately brought an arching of his eyebrow. Another challenge? Indeed, and one the likes of which he could never refuse -- any excuse to kiss her was as good enough excuse as any, especially in this manner.

[{🗡️}] - "Well all you had to do was ask~" He chuckles.

A devilish smirk curves along his lips as he pulls the trailblazer into his lap, leaning in to kiss her, a significantly more rougher than usual, biting her top lip with a twist of his head, holding the kiss for several seconds, his arms starting to pull her closer to his body as she's in his lap.

Vergil breaks the kiss briefly, only to lean in for another, this time slipping his tongue in her mouth, their tongues dancing against each other in sloppy unison, before switching back to a normal kiss and finally breaking so they both catch their breath. Once the kiss is finished, Vergil rests his forehead gentle against hers with a smile.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "I told you Eden, you're all mine.."

[silvertiefling]

❝ i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me.  ❞

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS // @bloodtwin

" YOU'RE ASKIN' A LOT," she muttered, breathing through her nose in frustration as she closed her eyes.

She wasn't a trusting person. Trusting had always proven to be a mistake. Even with her pack, she only trusted them as far as she could throw them, even if she cared for them deeply ( deeper than she would ever admit ).

But she owes Puck trust, he's her lover - she trusts him to a degree, but she needs to be better about it. Needs to be more consistent, needs to believe him at face value when he tells her she's enough, that she's who he wants.

Its hard.

" ... I'll try," she finally mutters, silently promising herself to do better.

[ladyseidr]

@slaughterlocked asked: ❝ [ EMBRACE ] - will and henry?? 👀 ❞ ( jealous, fiercly protective & territorial prompts )

Henry usually pegged William as the jealous one between the two of them. Not this time. One too many flirtations from one of the adult patrons toward William had sent Henry into a silent, seething mood. Heavy brow and lips pressed into a thin line. Visibly unhappy from then until he had "asked" William to accompany him into his office. All of which had led to the present: Henry driving himself into William from behind, fingers of one hand twisted in his hair while the other gripped his hip sharply. Not an ounce of common sense could make itself heard through the sea of jealousy and pleasure, skin again skin and his own grunts and groans not stifled or muted in the slightest. Any passing employee down the back halls was a risk and Henry did not care.

"You like the attention, you don't care who it's from." Words growled out, rhythm slowing even as he pounded into William just that much harder. Thoughts usually kept to himself, bit back, allowed to slip past mindlessly. ( Could only think straight about the feeling of William around him. ) "You're mine."