#possessiveness

[sweetheart-madison]

Ignore the bare face, but it’s a snow day!🤍❄️

[bitchy-craft]

PICK A CARD: How they display their possessiveness

Hello and welcome to this new post of mine! In here I will give you a reading on how your future spouse will show their possessiveness. I hope you guys enjoy and find this interesting.

Masterpost > Paid Readings

~pick a card~

Pile 1:

Your future spouse will show their possessiveness mainly through physical touch. They will hold your hand a lot, put their arms around you neck, stand really close against you and behind you, put their hand on your thigh. Anything to show that you are their partner with physical touch they do; except things that might make you uncomfortable like kissing you intensely in front of a whole crowd.

Their possessiveness will definitely come in flairs; whenever there is someone they feel threatened by they will definitely keep themselves closer to you, touching you more; specifically in a way that makes the other party notice.

Pile 2:

Your future spouse will show their possessiveness in a mainly vocal way; they will use words as ‘mine’ in a claiming sense every once in a while, especially to their friends when you aren’t present. But they will also keep reminding people that you’re their partner, and that they know you more than anyone else; indirectly showing off their knowledge about you and showing people how good they are to you.

They will especially flaunt their knowledge to people they feel threatened by, almost passive aggressively starting a one-sided competition on who knows you better and takes care of you better.

Pile 3:

Your future spouse has a very special kind of way to show their possessiveness; they are mostly silent and only show their annoyance with their body language. Whenever they feel threatened or jealous and have a need to show others that you belong to them, they will stay silently behind you, simply using their body language to make it clear to others that they shouldn’t try anything else.

They don’t use words, physical touch or anything along those lines; their presence will be enough to let the point come across and have the ones flirting with you to back off, at least to a certain degree.

[lesbonym]

[inchidentally]

sometimes a video from last year just shows up on my fyp?? also does Oscar do a little dance at the very end help

[jias-obs]

i want someone to call mine. i want someone to be MY person. someone who i talk to constantly, where IM the person their closest to, where they pick ME over everyone else. i want my own person. i dont care if that sounds bad. id do the same for them!! theyd be MY person, id talk to them over anyone else, their the one im closest to, their the one i want to know everything about and talk to 24/7.

[avvail]

prompt #101

The villain’s fingers closed around the sidekick’s throat, digging so hard into the skin, it was already blooming with red marks. They gasped, choking and grappling uselessly at their wrist, but nothing was working. The hero shakily lifted themselves onto their knees, tongue spitting out words before they could stop themselves.

“Stop!” They blurted, their voice shaking. The sidekick’s eyes were wide with terror. “Stop it, just–just let them go. Let go of them. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

The villain calmly turned their head towards them. The sidekick squeaked when their grip tightened in a cruel, almost mocking gesture. “And what would that be?”

The hero released a shuddering breath. Their pleading eyes met the villain’s, relaxed and unbothered. Their lips quivered.

“Me?” They breathed.

With the way the villain’s lip twitched into a knowing smirk, the hero knew they had given the right answer.

[rodolfoparras]

Something so hot about being possessive of something that isn’t even yours, only carrying about it in the moment of passion, laying your own bite marks and hickeys over the ones made by his lover, fucking him while he wears the promise ring his lover gave him, making sure he looks you in the eyes while you fuck him so he knows it isn’t his little boyfriend making him feel this good, humiliating his boyfriend the entire time you fuck him , having him say the most ridiculous things or you won’t let him finish “bet he can’t make you feel this good,” “say it, say you can’t cum with his little cock,” sending him back to his little boyfriend with his hole all stretched and dripping with your cum

[aventurineswife]

Hi! Im a new anon who stumble upon your work recently. (I love it btw!) Can I request this scenario for the obey me fandom?

Imagine the MC is (or was) married in the human realm. However the brothers realized that the MC’s spouse is VERY attractive (Like if the spouse was Gojo Satoru). How do you think they would react with the news?

A Bit Of Jealousy

Tags: Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x Reader, Leviathan x Reader, Satan x Reader, Asmodeus x Reader, Beelzebub x Reader, Belphegor x Reader, Jealousy, Humor, Lighthearted Fluff, Possessiveness, Insecurity, Self-Doubt, Teasing.

Warnings: Some possessive and teasing behavior, mild jealousy, occasional insecurity (mostly comedic), discussions about past relationships, lighthearted humor.

A/N: HELLO AND WELCOME! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS – I’M GLAD YOU’VE ENJOYED MY WORK! IT REALLY MEANS A LOT!! 🤭💖🫶

Lucifer stood with his arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on you, as if contemplating something rather than merely listening. It had been some time since you'd mentioned your past life in the human realm, but this new detail had caught his attention.

"I had no idea your ex-husband was… that handsome." Lucifer’s tone was neutral, but the slight narrowing of his eyes betrayed a flicker of something else.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. "It’s not like I married him for his looks," you said, trying to downplay it. "He had other qualities that mattered."

The eldest brother’s expression remained composed, though you could see the tension in his jaw. He was used to being the most capable, the most desired, and the thought that someone else—someone so undeniably attractive—had captured your heart before him stirred a slight discomfort within him.

"You’re saying I wouldn’t have stood a chance?" he asked, his voice dangerously smooth, though a subtle irritation lingered.

You smiled teasingly. "Lucifer, you’re far too full of yourself. Besides, you’re the one I’m with now, aren’t you?"

Lucifer’s gaze softened, and with a possessive gesture, he pulled you closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "You’re lucky I’m still allowing you to be with such an inferior man."

Mammon’s jaw dropped, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head. "Wait, wait, what? Your ex-husband was that good-looking?!" His face turned a deep shade of red as he paced frantically, tugging at his hair. "How the hell did someone like him end up with ya?!"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress your amusement. "Mammon, it wasn't just about looks."

Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, shrank slightly, as if trying to come to terms with the idea that he might not measure up. "Well, The Great Mammon is way better than some human, right?" he muttered, but the lack of his usual bravado made it clear that he was internally battling his insecurities.

You walked over, resting a hand on his shoulder. "You know you're amazing in your own way, Mammon. It’s not about competing with anyone."

He grumbled under his breath, still clearly unsure of himself. "Yeah, yeah. Guess I’ll just have to show ya why I’m the better pick."

Leviathan froze, his eyes going wide in disbelief. "Wait, wait—that guy?!" His voice wavered, and his face flushed a deep shade of crimson as he processed the revelation. "You were married to him? That’s like… the ultimate level-up in real life! He must’ve been like some kind of rare, super rare character from a game or something!"

You blinked, surprised by his immediate reaction. "You know who he is?"

Leviathan fidgeted nervously, his excitement quickly mixed with insecurity. "O-of course I know him! He's everywhere, with that... unbeatable vibe, and he’s always so confident. I—I don’t think I could ever be like that..." He looked down, voice cracking slightly. "I mean... why would you marry someone like him when you could’ve had a shy, awkward guy who spends all his time gaming, not that I’d have had a chance or anything..."

You raised an eyebrow. "You think he’s that good-looking?"

Leviathan’s cheeks flushed deep red, his fingers fumbling awkwardly with his game controller as if it were a lifeline. "W-Well, yeah... I mean, how can I compete with that?" He mumbled, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and self-doubt. "He’s like... a living anime character, with that whole ‘cool, untouchable’ vibe... I’m just an otaku, surrounded by figurines and my games!" He sighed, slouching in his seat as his eyes dropped to the floor. "Guess I don’t stand a chance, huh?"

You chuckled and patted his head. "Levi, you have your own charm, don't worry."

He mumbled a soft "thanks," his cheeks still tinged pink, as he returned to his game, likely pondering his own appearance in a whole new light.

Satan raised an eyebrow at the news, his usually calm demeanor remaining composed as he closed his book. "I see," he mused, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "It’s no surprise that someone of his appearance would catch your eye."

You tilted your head. "What does that mean?"

Satan leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. "It means that while his appearance may be striking, I’ve always known you to be a bit more discerning when it comes to your tastes." His smile was teasing, but there was something more beneath it.

"Jealous, Satan?" you teased.

He smirked, but his eyes flickered with an almost imperceptible hint of rivalry. "Jealousy implies that I feel threatened." His voice lowered, a bit darker. "But I do wonder if someone like him could match my charm… or my intellect."

You raised an eyebrow. "Planning to challenge him?"

Satan didn’t answer immediately, his smile growing more enigmatic. "Perhaps. It might be amusing to test whether he could truly hold a candle to someone like me."

The moment you mentioned your ex-husband, Asmodeus gasped dramatically, his hands flying to his face. "Oh my goodness, you were married to him?!" His eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and fascination. "Tell me everything! His skincare routine, his hair—how is he so perfect?!" He practically swooned, his voice rising in pitch with every word.

You chuckled, a bit amused by his over-the-top reaction. "I think it's just natural for him." you said, trying to deflect the question.

Asmodeus’s eyes grew wider. "You’re telling me he’s that perfect without even trying?! Oh my, I’m in love with him already!" He threw his head back, letting out a dramatic sigh.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "You can't just fall for someone based on their looks, Asmo."

He flashed you a playful grin. "Well, darling, you’ve clearly got exquisite taste. But between you and me, I’m still the real star here, aren’t I?"

You laughed again, shaking your head. "You never change."

Beel stared at you for a long moment, clearly trying to process the information. "So… he really was that good-looking?" Beel asked, his voice calm, though there was a note of genuine curiosity in it.

You nodded. "Yeah, he was."

Beel scratched his head thoughtfully. "Well, if you’re with me now, then I guess he must not have been perfect for you." He said it so simply, almost like a statement of fact.

"Exactly," you said, smiling warmly at him. "There’s more to someone than just looks."

Beel smiled back, his expression content. "I’m glad you feel that way."

Belphie barely reacted when you mentioned your ex-husband. His voice remained lazy, but his smirk hinted at his amusement. "So, your ex was that attractive, huh?" He yawned, stretching casually. "Guess he doesn’t compare to me."

You raised an eyebrow. "Are you comparing yourself to a human?"

Belphegor’s smirk deepened. "I’m not comparing. Just stating the facts. But if he was that perfect, I’ve got my work cut out for me."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but laugh at his arrogance. "You never change, do you?"

Belphegor stretched out comfortably, flashing you a lazy grin. "Of course not. But in case you forgot, I’m the only one who matters to you now."

[runningfromadream]

He understands why people hold hands: he'd always thought it was about possessiveness, saying this is mine. But it's about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don't go.

Unknown

[searenbound]

I feel like being friends with Bakugou and stealing/wearing his clothes is a quick way to no longer be friends because his possessive ass will immediately jump from ‘they look good in my clothes’ to ‘mine’ and that’s how you end up in his bed in only his sweatshirt and legs draped over his shoulders

[sweetheart-madison]

[paperbackribs]

In these trying times, may I offer you some warmth (straight up steddie smut from my current wip): NSFW below the cut

Sleep still holding him loosely in its hazy grip, a rumble of satisfaction travels through Eddie’s torso: even with his mind hazy and eyes closed, he knows that the warm muscles of the back against his chest, as he rests on his side, is Steve’s. Eddie’s arm is soundly banded around him, hand curled possessively over the cushion of his belly that belies its subtle strength.

He lets his fingers trace down the downy trail until he encounters an increasingly solid length. Teasingly, he plays with the soft curls at its base before stroking higher, his movements unhurried and instinctual, burying his nose into the sweetly scented neck in front of him. Steve’s hair tickles his lips, and Eddie presses a kiss against him.

Sleepily, Steve lets out a little murmur of satisfaction, pushing his plush backside against Eddie’s insistent erection, encouraging him onwards.

“Good,” Eddie mumbles against his shoulder, nibbling on the back of it, causing Steve to breathlessly moan, arching his back again and rubbing more firmly against him. The tease of it winds the tension in his centre tighter and his appetite flairs, demanding and increasingly desperate. His hips still pressed against Steve, he pulls back, running a hand down his spine and admiring the flex of his tendons and muscles.

Steve shivers as Eddie pushes his shoulders down and hitching his ass closer, Eddie guides himself between the soft centre of Steve’s upper legs. At the first thrust they chorus in a moan and, crouched over him with arms bracketing on each side, Eddie begins to fuck Steve’s thighs.

“Christ, Eddie,” Steve sighs, pushing back, eyes closed and a happy smile tugging at his lips. He arches back, but Eddie shifts so he can hold him down with one hand on his twitching hips. Rutting against him, Eddie relishes in the feel of Steve’s balls against his cock, the soft push of his ass against his front, thrusting harder as the string inside winds higher and tighter.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Steve stumbles a clumsy hand over into the bedside table, and Eddie begrudgingly allows himself to be elbowed back as Steve sits up, holding a bottle of lube. He presses a hand to Eddie’s chest, settling over him and warming the liquid in his palm before shifting and taking the both of them in hand.

He strokes and pleasure scatters through Eddie’s head and skitters down his spine. “Okay, good idea,” he gasps. Each twist adds to the pressure inside, coiling higher until Eddie reaches out a demanding hand, tilting Steve’s jaw away and displeased to see his hard work from last night already fading. Even the two rows of three are on their way to healing with only faint bruises prettily patterned above.

Possessiveness surging like a tsunami wave, Eddie sits up, guiding a startled Steve to be caged under him. He allows Steve’s clever hands to continue so that he can turn his attention to his neck again, prowling down to bite and suck shallowly against the column under his teeth and tongue.

Steve’s hands speed up, breath hitching and increasingly high whines escaping from his mouth. Jealously, Eddie moves to swallow those little sounds of pleasure, stealing them away to fuel his own life force and keeping Steve tucked away in his lungs.

Their mouths part as Steve gasps for air, his eyes are dark, clouded over and barely coherent. Eddie loves it. He wants to see Steve out of his head, the power of his pleasure his to possess. “You’re mine,” Eddie growls, spearing one hand through Steve’s hair to tug and Steve cries out, pushing up into his quickening hands. “Mine.” And Steve lets loose a long, low sound, almost a sob, as he jerks and shudders under him.

Eddie quickly shifts, moving up until his knees bracket Steve’s torso and he crouches menacingly from above. He strokes himself, fast and hard, the cord pulled taut and urging him to mark Steve as his, to spill and stain and claim him and with fingers tightening and cock swelling, the string inside snaps and Eddie daringly paints Steve’s chest and collarbone in the warmth of his release.

Coming down, cock softening and breath slowing, Eddie milks the last of himself, pressing the tip against Steve’s nipple and wiping milky white against it. Steve shudders, hips reflexively twisting against the sheets before he surges up in one easy movement, pressing a hard kiss against Eddie’s lips.

He draws back, pleased, “Good morning.”

Eddie laughs softly, “Morning.” Clear headed now, a soft warning bell rings at the back of his mind but Eddie is too lax and soft to head it. The self-recriminations from last night are a hazy memory and, instead, he falls back, keeping their legs tangled and feeling an entirely different hunger take over him.

“Breakfast?”

Steve snorts, running an appreciative eye down his chest, “Milkshake?”

“Fuck you,” Eddie pushes an amused hand against Steve’s shoulder and Steve leans in again, kissing him. “Maybe later.” A pulse of pure lust peals through him and Eddie briefly imagines the feeling of Steve tight around him, tempted to push forward until his stomach chooses that exact moment to let out its own animalistic growl.

“Okay,” Steve laughs, “I’m going to shower and then I’ll get some grub on. Meet me downstairs?”

Eddie nods, unhappy at having Steve’s legs untangle from his, but appreciating the sight as he leaves. Intrigued to see that the little moles that dot his face and neck are an enticing pattern across his whole body and, mouth salivating, he feels a phantom pressure on his tongue as he imagines tracing them, mapping them and committing the design to memory.

In an even bolder thought, he considers how Steve would feel held down, made to accept the pleasure of his tongue as it endlessly roams, wondering how long he could go before he would be crying out in desperation.

Eddie sighs wistfully: not right now...

(this is an excerpt from the shapeshifter wip I'm currently working on, but other steddie is here :) )

[whumpster-dumpster]

"Thanks to you, I'll never get to see my whumpee again."

"They were never yours."

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Pirate-Eclipse has a nightmare,, final 💕

To quote a dear friend from the space aces discord:

“True love is when your mental illness/trauma matches up with theirs! /lh” - @crazedauthor

(First part: here!)

(Bonus/prequel comic: here!)

[inchidentally]

“some great teamwork as well from Mr. Norris over here, keeping me in second” (bashful Lando smile)

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