#possessing him

[mrcspectr]

Anyway before I pass out, I offer you this little thought I had:

I think Jake would collect little toy cars. Not like Hot Wheels, I mean like high quality ones, maybe some antiques. And he leaves them all over Steven’s flat once he gets more comfortable fronting and being open around Marc and Steven. Marc and Steven start finding little lines of cars around the flat. Sometimes one of them fronts and sees a car with a little note under it that says something like, “This model reminds me of you.” Steven is fascinated by the little cars and encourages it. Marc is a little confused and wary at first but eventually he starts smiling whenever he notices a new one. Happy that Jake is feeling more comfortable.

I am.. almost always thinking about him working with his hands.

I don't necessarily believe that Jake is as deeply horrified by his capacity for violence as Marc is, he's lived a different kind of life with a conflicting perspective. But that doesn't mean I don't think he's been affected by what he's done. He still carries that with him, but he doesn't let it consume him in the same way that Marc does. I think it would be more.. restrained with Jake. Maybe there are times he notices he has too much nervous energy, like there's something crawling under his skin. Maybe occasionally, his hands would shake.

The tiny models would take up a lot of his concentration, and they'd be easy to hide, if he needed to. He could sit in the front seat of the car, the engine idling as he waits, fingers fiddling around, trying to fit the pieces together. There'd be a few times something breaks, and he considers smashing the whole thing against the dash and throwing it out the window. But he never does. He drives to the store and buys replacement parts, or glue, or he takes a piece of the blue tape in Steven's flat to make do.

Eventually, there'd be too many, and he doesn't want to make it suspicious so he starts to leave them places. On a park bench. The side of a sandbox for a child to find. Seated precariously on a tree branch overlooking the sidewalk. Hidden, sure, but not well. (He knows how to hide, and he'd do it better if he actually cared to.) The fun was in the discovery, Jake parked a few feet away with the windows down, enjoying the breeze and (although he wouldn't dare admit it), the looks on passing faces.

Someday, he'd like to leave one for Marc or Steven. He wonders what their face would look like.

#steven's anxiety explodes out of him at all angles #a body constantly in motion #lungs trapped behind a ribcage getting smaller and smaller #marc's is like lava #pooling at his feet and bubbling up through him slowly painfully #until it occupies every free space in his body #possessing him #jake's crawls under his skin #a thousand mites biting away at him chipping away at his control #slow but insistent #and then there's a frayed thread connecting the three of them #sometimes knotted sometimes overlapping sometimes simply tearing apart at the edges #sorry i don't know what the fuck happened here really #tankycinna #asks

[p0ssym1lker]

Bruce getting asked who his favorite child is and panicking™

Bruce: .... Danny

Most of the Batfam: who?

Dick: oh yeah fair

Damian: who's.... Danny

Dick: my childhood friend, Bruce tried to adopt him but got bodied by Danny's parents and sister, he's still not over it

Bruce: I am over it-

Dick: then throw away the adoption papers with his name on it-

Bruce, gasping: no

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #richard grayson #dick grayson #bruce wayne #the batfam never met danny because #a. dicks a bit possessive of him cause they know each other from before the accident #and b. the fentons dont want danny too close to the fucker who tried to adopt him #but now they wanna meet him

[bigfatbreak]

What does Tom think of Emilie after meeting her?

the only Agreste he's not massively disappointed with is Adrien himself. It's a good thing that's the only one he plans on sparing.

#my art #long post #dad villain au #emelie agreste #tom dupain cheng #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #gabriel has memories of being in an almost relationship with nath from the last timeline so he's still weirdly possessive of her #and emelie knows nathalie has a crush on her and has been using that to string her along so she always has an emotional crutch nearby #she does a similar thing to adrien but only because she's built him for it #its different with nath tho. they have history and she likes the rush of superiority she gets #also nath doesn't know that tom is viceroy. she just knows that tom can interpret the butterflies on 'viceroy's' behalf

[honeybard]

if there's one thing about Lou Wilson it's that he goes above and beyond when given the option to sabotage himself and his party

#escalation from pinocchio purposefully walking into a trap to him lying about getting possessed and burning everything fabian has on adaine #'fabian loses control of a bodily function' [picks the worst one] #also i think gunnie chefs tools casino bit could be an example #looking at the stepmother #he just keeps it interesting #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fhjy spoilers #OH AND how could i forget the bad awful no good day in leviathan

[lyss-sketchbox]

I let the voices win today

#me when the gays are just a teeny bit possessive #****a teeny**** bit #he just thinks this human is very precious to him #so :) #lyss' sketch #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanart #neuvillette #wriothesley #wriolette #neuvithesley #fontaine

[roadstostray]

if you run, you'll run right back again

#roadstostray #my art #bart allen #impulse dc #dc impulse #dc #young justice 98 #dc comics #FUCKIN... DREW HIM EARLIER AND HE LOOKED ROUGH. SO I REDREW HIM AND AAAA #got possessed by something #please stay #mischief is afoot though in the roadstostray house. big stuff ahead

[bi-writes]

mmm. being the final girl in ghost's slasher movie (dark!ghost x curvy!fem!reader, 18+)

his laughter shakes you to your core. you're cornered, in the very back bedroom under the bed, staring at the dull gaze of your roommate as she bleeds out on the floor.

she's gurgling. she coughs up mouthfuls of blood, and they trail down her neck like a spider web until it pools underneath her head, making the strands of her hair red and sticky. the slit across her throat sputters, and you watch as the white painted bones on the back of his gloves drips with the pretty crimson color. if it wasn't so cruel, if it wasn't blood, it might be artistic.

he takes a thumb and smears the blood over her skin. he draws shapes into her forehead and then both of her cheeks, and you clamp a hand over your mouth to stop from crying as she gasps, reaching up with a shaky hand, halfheartedly trying to push him off, but she's too weak.

he hums when he finishes, and your eyes well up with tears when he knocks her head to the side so she's facing you. he's written three words on her face, one word on her forehead, and then the rest on her cheeks, in her own blood.

I SEE YOU

you scream when he shifts, grabbing onto your ankles and yanking. you claw at the hardwood floor, trying desperately to get away from him, but it's no use. he has you, he found you.

no matter where you go, you've never been able to hide. no matter how far away you think you've gone, it never matters. no matter how long you go without hearing from him, it isn't a comfort, because that usually means the inevitable is coming.

he will never leave you alone. you will never get away. he will find you, he will have you, and every time you escape, it is always just him giving you the illusion of freedom, when in reality, he can have you as easily as he did before.

"givin' me a right headache, luvvie," he murmurs, flipping you over with not so much as a grunt and sitting on your hips. you squirm under him, but this behemoth of a man isn't something you can just push off of you. he's big and heavy, and with all his gear on, he must be thirty pounds heavier. you eye the gun strapped to his chest, but even at this distance, you know it won't matter.

ghost cannot die. that's how he got his fucking name. you've sunk a knife into his stomach before, you've shot him once, you've pushed him off of cliffs and down elevator shafts and watched him sink to the bottom of the fucking ocean, but he cannot die, he won't die, he will never leave me.

"fuck you," you spit, and he chuckles, pulling one of his throwing knives out of his boot and using it to pop the first button off the front of your shirt. it clatters somewhere in the bedroom, and ghost snarls when he sees the lace of your bra.

"expectin' someone?" he growls. "oi! look at me."

you glare up at him, tears sliding down your cheeks, and he uses the sharp edge to pop the rest of the buttons off, your shirt in tatters as it lays loose around your arms. he grunts as he sneaks it under where the cups meet, pulling upwards until he cuts the lace in half. you mewl when your tits bounce, falling free, and his pupils dilate.

"mmmm..." he pushes his mask up, leaning down, and you arch your back when he wraps his lips around one nipple and suckles. you reach up without thinking, your hands finding the back of his head and cradling it as he practically feeds on the fat of your breasts. "know how much you like tha'..."

you whine, and he lets go, pushing the front of his mask into your cheek, licking the skin. you scrunch your face, dirty fucking animal, and he mouths at your jaw.

"'f y'were just a good girl, wouldn't hafta do this," he taunts. you squirm when he lowers himself again, paying attention to the other breast and sucking it into his mouth. "y'make me do it, swee'eart. make me hurt sorry muppets...they're keepin' y'from me. and y'know tha' isn't allowed."

you cry out when he flips you over under him. he shoves your face into the floor, tangling his hand into your hair and yanking on it so that you're looking at your dead roommate, her eyes dull and lifeless as she lays there turning cold.

"look wot y'did," he growls. "look wot y'made me do."

she looks sort of pretty. she did annoy the shit out of you, you won't lie. she looks happier this way. quiet, relaxed, still. it's cathartic, to know that maybe this is what she was meant for. to die, that was her purpose. it makes a little sense.

"'m sorry," you whisper, and ghost loosens his grip on your hair. "'m sorry..."

he kisses the side of your neck, laughing a little.

"now y'r sorry," he says, amused. "y'r mine. when are y'going to learn tha'?"

you put your palms onto the floor, trying to turn over. he eases his weight up to let you, leaning down and putting both hands on either side of your head as he looks down at you. you meet his eyes, sniffling, and you shake your head.

"w-was scared."

"scared?" he tilts his head to the side, licking over his teeth. "scared of wot? would do anythin' for ya."

"i-i know," you sniffle. "just...n-never had anyone that...that would. i-i...i've never had anyone s-so good to me."

he grins, and you shiver a little, but not from fear.

"awww," he shakes his head. "y'r a bad liar, luv."

"i'm not lying--!"

he leans down, licking over your bottom lip, and you whimper.

"prove it," ghost rasps, and you blink up at him, swallowing hard. you push on his chest a little so he eases off of you, and you hook your thumbs into your jeans and shimmy them off. ghost watches carefully, his eyes flickering when you lay bare underneath him, and you bring your knees up before letting them fall. he licks his lips, his grin widening, and he meets your eyes when he sees what he likes. "bloody hell, y'r soaking the fuckin' floor, swee'eart."

you bite your lip, a little shy, and he grips your throat firmly before tugging you up to meet him. he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, stroking your sweaty hair and humming low.

"y'r gonna run again, aren't ya, baby?"

you nod, closing your eyes, and you let a soft moan slip out when he settles between your spread legs, pressing his pelvis to yours. you feel that familiar hardness, digging into your sex, and you can't help the grind of your hips, wanting to get closer, needing to have more of him. he might be the craziest motherfucker you have ever known, and it's a shame he fucks like a pornstar.

you open your eyes, reaching down, and he smiles wickedly when you unzip his pants, shoving them low until his cock is free. like he knew this would happen, he's been leaking into his boxers, and when you pull him out, the tip is red and wet.

you squeeze your thighs around his waist when he sinks into you, grunting when his thighs press to yours, burying himself deep. you cry, your back bowing sharply, and he smooths his gloved hand down your bare stomach, licking his lips when he trails streaks of blood down your soft skin.

"'s olright," ghost mutters, "quite like chasin' ya. makes y'r cunny taste better. makes y'so fuckin' tight, too, fuck--"

"yeah--" you gasp, and he smiles again, disgusting, filthy, murderous, terrifying.

"say it. say it, and maybe i'll forgive this lil' stunt, and maybe i'll let y'cum." your eyes roll back, and he grips your face tight. "oi! say it!"

"i'm yours! fuck--yes! i'm yours..."

#yooooooooooooo wtf is wrong with me lol #i want him so bad #pleaseeeeeeeeee threaten me ill be so good #praise kink go brrr #possessive kink go BRRR #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost mwii #ghost x reader #cod #call of duty #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon thoughts #dark!simon

[suntails]

happy birthday silver!!

#fun fact: i hate doing bday art but this was NEEDED. i was a woman possessed. this groovy fucked me UP #groovy was made in a lab specifically for me. im SICK im DESTROYED its so good. he fucking sweeps. we win #i need silver to stab the painting and be so upset abt it i need the Tension i AUGHHHHHH #silver i love u. i wanted him to touch the frame at first like gentle ponder vibes #but its a museum thats against the RULES. i have licked a statue at a museum but silver wouldnt break rules like that #anywho. im on mobile but i saw i have an ask so i gotta reply tmrw. ty to the anon for ur patience and thoughts i rly appreciate it #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #suntails

[seiwas]

thinking about katsuki finding out about that little crush you had on shouto since seeing close-ups of him during the televised sports festival—you were in high school then, too.

he shouldn’t care about it because it doesn’t matter, it was so long ago and shouto’s always been marketed as the pro-hero pretty boy—consistently top 3 most handsome, the front cover of magazines, all that.

this is to be expected, it’s what everyone’s been tempted to react like.

but since finding out, he’s been stewing in… in whatever this bubbling, throbbing feeling in his head means. he’s snappier than normal, face scrunched up more than usual.

and every time he sees shouto he wants to strangle the hell out of him.

#a jealous katsuki… IS THIS WHAT MY DREAMS ARE MADE OF?? *gulps* idc if this is ooc i just want to see him so jealous it ruins his day #he holds u tighter and hugs u more at night LOL he becomes SO aggressive with his affections. possessive almost. #when he brings u as his date to one of the hero galas and shouto comes up to talk to u he’s hyper analysing ur ENTIRE interaction #and he knows hes being SO unreasonable and irrational bc it was a silly old crush!!! but he cant help the way he feels!!! hes so ANNOYED #bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #shotorus.bubble #UGHHHHHHH I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE

[literarymerritt]

"I made a lot of mistakes when you were young, but you still grew up to be the best person I know."

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#batman #dick grayson #nightwing #wayne family adventures #batman fanart #wfa fanart #batfam #read this week's wfa chapter and was immediately possessed to draw this #does dick grayson know that i would literally die for him #DOES HE KNOW HOW LOVED HE IS #DOES HE KNOW #art #my art #literarymerritt #merritt draws

[lotus-pear]

dazai in the new chapter looks like those bratty 10yo girls behind their mom at sephora who refuse to take a single item off even though the bill is at like $1500

#hate his ass i hope fyodor possessed him or smt #also not him rolling around the floor like a dying roach while chuuya was like “CAN YOU STOP THAT!!!!!!!! I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT!!!!!!!” #i need them both to shut up and die fr #bungou stray dogs #bsd

[tojisun]

simon comes with you inside the fitting rooms so that he can be your little – ironic, yes – helper.

there’s something about these moments that simon really loves. it wasn’t really about seeing you undress – not that seeing your bare skin before him doesn’t make his blood vessels sing – but what simon cherishes more was the quiet intimacy of the moment.

the way you would turn to him and ask him to zip up the back of your dress or how you would huff and ask him for help as you pull up a tight shirt that didn’t quite fit well.

simon adores these moments, the one where mundanity settles deep underneath his scarred skin to cradle his beating heart. the one that reminds him of home because home has always been with you; has always been within your arms.

“so? what d’you think?” you ask, turning to him.

he watches as you fluff up the hems of the dress’ skirt before you run your fingers along the material it’s made from, soft hums rumbling from the base of your throat.

“let me see you well, darlin’,” he replies, straightening up from the cushioned seat. you tilt your head at him in question. simon chuckles. “twirl for me, sweetheart.”

excitement bleeds into your pretty face before giving him just that – a quiet twirl since you’ve long discarded your shoes, your hands hooked at your waist to give way for the skirt to flutter. when you face him again, a beautiful smile is etched on your lips, your eyes wide with glee.

“you look gorgeous in it, love,” he whispers, spreading his legs open and beckoning you close. you pad to the space between his legs, huffing a fond laugh when simon’s hands trail from your bare thighs to the swell of your ass, the skirt pooling along his forearm.

“it’s that pretty?” you quip, squeaking when simon lightly pinches your skin.

“yeah,” he says, and he isn’t even shocked at how breathless he sounds. “fuckin’ pretty.” he meets your wide eyes. “all f’r me.”

you roll your eyes at him before pressing your lips on his forehead. “all for you,” you murmur as you pull back.

simon chases you with a hand on the small of your back and the other looped around your wrist, pulling you to his lap with ease. you let yourself be manhandled with a giggle, only for all noise to be snuffed out of you as he finally slots his lips against yours.

that’s right. you are his. all that you are – his to love.

#suns.f #NYOOOM possessive simon kills me i want him deeply viscerally carnally #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x female reader #female reader #suns

[konigsblog]

marking simon riley up...

warnings: rough-dom!simon, afab!gn!reader, praise, hickeys and marks, slight possessiveness.

; simon riley likes when you mark him up.

MDNI 18+

simon riley loves to see how possessive you can become, by marking him up with deep hickeys, and deep red scratches down his muscular, burly back.

your legs thrown over his broad, large shoulders, allowing simon to reach places that leave your jaw slack with pleasure running through your body and pooling at your wet heat. delirium fills your glossy eyes as he grips your jaw firmly, chuckling at your fucked-out, stupid reaction, looking deep into your pretty eyes.

his bulbous and slicken cock pulsates at the warmth and wetness wrapped tightly around his shaft, pulsing and tightening with each hard thrust knocking the wind from your lungs, silencing your moans as you're left scratching down his back in an attempt to stabilise yourself.

“..that’s it-- attagirrrllll... there we go--.. look at you, little one, takin’ this dick so fuckin’ deep, yeah?”

his guttural and hoarse voice leaves you moaning and mewling pathetically like a mutt in heat, your chest rising and falling with your orgasm quickly building up, tightening your core as you drag your nails down his back slowly at the sloppy sensation inside your gummy, tight walls.

to simon, your sharp scratches encourage him to fuck you even deeper, even harder — with your adoring eyes rolling to the back of your head, eyelids heavy with lust and satisfaction as he rolls his broad, sturdy hips against you, eyebrows furrowed and his head thrown back as his tip weeps milky white pearls of semen.

your lips attach onto his already marked neck, possessively marking him up with more hickeys as he fucks you even harder, his calloused and scarred hands wandering over your soft body and groping your tight rear firmly, holding you close where he feels your heartbeat rhythm, quickening as your orgasm ruptures through you abruptly, your pussy drooling around his hard and girthy cock, back arched as you feel him prod at your cervix, whimpering out as you dig your nails into his back, fingers nestled in his blonde locks.

#orla speaks #he'd love to see his pretty girlfriend so possessive of him #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon riley smut #ghost call of duty #cod ghost #ghost headcanon #ghost x female reader

[disaster-j]

A lot of speculation (and some bitchass judgemental commentary) on why Tommy calls Buck Evan and i wanna give my two cents

I believe that Chim did NOT introduce them properly when he showed up. He was just like "hey Tommy bro it's been forever we gotta meet under non someone's life threatening circumstances oh yeah these losers are with me they're at the 118 too say hi losers this guy is gonna steal us a chopper"

And Buck was standing there a little starstruck as Tommy smiled and shook his hand and he definitely did his lil anxious stutter thing where he went "oh um hi im- evan- evan buckley" and before he could manage to get out the "you can call me Buck part" Tommy went "hi Evan, nice to meet you" and the fucking SOFT way Tommy said his name just had Buck's brain melting so he forgot about the Buck thing and then well they were stealing helicopters flying into hurricanes and it just settled as A Thing in his head that Tommy calls him Evan and Buck kinda just Likes It.

Meanwhile Tommy is increasingly confused about the Buck thing the more time they spend together and the more time he spends with the extended 118 fam the more he realises that NO ONE calls Buck Evan except Evan had very specifically introduced himself as "Evan. Evan Buckley" and had never once told Tommy he could call him Buck and now it's been so long Tommy's just afraid to ask what's going on.

This is all now canon in my head also I wanna read fics where Tommy is confused about the name thing now HAS ANYONE WRITTEN THE FICS!?!?

#also he secretly likes being the only one allowed to call him evan bc a lil possessive streak is fun #bucktommy #911 on abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard #ive always loved the idea of Buck's significant other calling him evan #bc in Buck's head evan is that kid who grew up feeling alone and unloved #and Buck's s/o calling him evan just solidifies the fact that every piece of him #the most damaged parts of him #they are all loved

[post-it-notes7]

he's never going to find out

#geno smrpg #bowser smrpg #super mario rpg #geno #bowser #post's art gallery #they made bowser a big ol softie is this game and I'm eating it up #like to imagine he's irritated that the stars are never granting him his wishes #but the talking doll possessed by one of said stars is a part of HIS minions now (or so they're pretending) maybe he's not the WORST one

[arcane-gold]

catch a falling star and put it in your pocket~ ♪

#totk #tears of the kingdom #loz #zelda #loz link #my art #i have become like a man possessed #i keep drawing link #i love him so much #i love his design #i have so many sketches of him #also i love that you can catch falling stars like how MAGICAL and WHIMSICAL