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miakate-writes · 8 months
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protective prompts plsss <33
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Protective/possessive prompts
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[song for the vibes ^^^^^]
so obviously there’s a physical and a verbal element to this trope. some of both of these element could be conscious or unconscious.
physical examples of this would be:
hand on the small of their back at all times
holding hands through crowds
at a bar if the protected is getting hit on, the protecter starts grabbing them, making out with them, just doing anything to show who they belong to… them.
wearing items of their clothing in public, items like a hoodie that you can tell definitely doesn’t belong to the wearer.
and then there’s the verbal element:
“are you okay?”
“are they bothering you?”
“do you know them?”
“do you want me to come with you?”
“text me when you get home.”
“you’re mine.”
“they’re with me.”
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akmwrites · 8 months
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Possessive dialogues
Here are some possessive (borderline obsessed) dialogues that just tickle my brain... I did post possessive prompts earlier than this. But that list a bit different than these
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"I don't like sharing what's mine, and you are mine and mine alone"
"Get behind me, I am not dealing with your brattiness right now, behind me!"
"I told you to listen, didn't I? Now look what happened"
"Look at me, no one else"
"You wanna wear that? I don't want anyone else looking"
"This, is for my eyes only, got it?"
"Wear this. If I'm not going to be with you, at least wear something that's mine"
"Don't cover them up, it's not meant to be covered up"
"That's my good girl"
"Listen here, ok? you're mine, you're stuck with me for life"
"Now where did you learn how to move like that?"
"Hands off, that's mine"
"Look who's being cheeky today, come back here!"
"Tell me, who do you belong to?"
"I'm taking what's mine, you can keep anything else" *proceeds to pick MC up* "PUT ME DOWN!" "I'm taking what's mine, you seem to forget you're mine"
"I did not put this much effort just for you to leave me! you're mine"
"No matter how much you kick, scream and punch me, I am not letting you off my sight! So I suggest you get comfortable"
"If being the bad guy is what it takes to keep you then I guess I'm a villain"
"I'm territorial, I don't share what I worked hard for that easily."
"Kiss me, I don't care that your lips will stain mine. I like that color. It'll show everyone whose lips belong to mine."
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dumplingsjinson · 1 year
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hey! have you ever done angsty confessions? if you have, how about jealousy prompts, but the one who's jealous can be hella violent?? asdgfjfkk ty!! and i hope you have a great dayy
List of angsty confession prompts
“I like you, okay? I fucking— I fucking like you, and I hate that I like you.” 
“I fell in love with you at the worst time possible.”
“Why’d you do that?” “Because I care about you! More than I thought I ever would.”
“I love you.” “Why are you telling me this on the day I’m getting fucking married?”
“You have to understand this: I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. It wasn’t supposed to be you.”
“I don’t care that you don’t like me back. I just— I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”
“I think it’s fucked up that you’re the only one that I could ever love this way.”
“But of course you never realised, because your eyes have always been on them.”
“I want you. Not them, not anyone else, but you.”
“I could do a million things right and still, you wouldn’t notice me. I’m just… I’m the side character in your story, who can only love you from afar.” 
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List of “all I see is red when I’m jealous” prompts
“You know what I hate? Seeing you looking at someone else like that. It pisses me off so badly.”
“Oh, so you think it’s funny to tease me by flirting with that fucker over there, huh?”
“You want me to show you who you belong to, don’t you? Put you in your place.” 
Character A clenching their fists, nails digging into the palms of their hands when they see Character B letting someone else touch them. 
“You know I’d kill because of you, my love, so why’d you go and do that, knowing how much I hate that shit?”
“That fucking hurts! Let go of me!” “Not until you learn your lesson.” 
“I will fucking end you if you don’t get your hands off [name] right now.” 
“I’ll be damned if I let someone else touch you like that again.” 
Character A destroying things around the house after Character B leaves them to “reflect on their actions” after they smack the life out of Character C for getting a little too close to Character B for their liking.
“You look at [name] like that again and I’m going to make sure you don’t see tomorrow.” “Em-Empty threats don’t work on me.” “Oh? But this isn’t an empty threat. I don’t do empty threats.” 
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❝  you’re mine. only mine.  ❞ & [CHASE] for Valaahr, if you don't mind mixing two? If not then either one!
[ CHASE ]  for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness. 
Valaahr is particularly... possessive lately, for the most part due to the very hectic schedule of the monarch - packed with visits from envoys, emissaries and nobles.
They find nauseating how their gaze sometimes lingers on the monarch with no shame, how they fill their mouths with honeyed words like they could change the mind of someone who stands before them all with the favor of boh gods.
When, at the dawn of the fourth day, Valaahr spots someone in purple robes subtly trying to manipulate the conversation with the monarch - their gaze evem dares to rest more than necessary on the monarch's face - the ugly clawing emotion in their chest explodes.
They march there and with the holy fury of a Gods' speaker they reduce that pitiful envoy to a stuttering, pathetic idiot. They barely feel the monarch's inquisitive gaze on them, though they take as permission the fact that they let Valaahr interrupt the meeting without a word.
Once the envoy has been shamed into leaving the monarch's presence, Valaahr finally turns.
"What was that?" you ask, your voice scratchy.
The Druid turns around to return to their duties, their cape twirling around them as they do. "You're mine and only mine."
They don't see the smile on your face, nor the loving way your eyes linger on their retreating frame.
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nerdpoe · 5 months
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Selina has her eye on a one-of-a-kind jewel.
The museum it's in have no idea what kind it is, just that it was a leftover result of an attack on Earth by some dimension called the Infinite Realms.
And, well...it's really very beautiful.
Diamond white and abyss black and frosty blue, constantly shifting colors, emits cold, constantly generating frost so that it's shimmering in the lights.
It's unique. It's stolen from another dimension. It's gorgeous.
She wants it.
So; she takes it.
She...can't really bring herself to take it to a magic user to return it just yet.
Mostly, she keeps it in a glass, temperature controlled container in her apartment.
Harley and Ivy think it's pretty, but they don't really experience the same draw that Selina does.
She resolves that she will contact the Infinite Realms to ask if it's something they want back in...a week.
One week turns into one month.
One month turns into four months.
Four months turn into a year.
For that year, the beautiful jewel sits in it's protected case, and Selina ogles it when she's a bit too stressed. Every day, it seems to get brighter and shinier.
She isn't driven by compulsion, no-she knows herself too well. She knows damn well she's being driven by greed.
Then one day, as she's staring at it-the jewel starts to glow. The glass case shatters. A form begins to shape out of frost and-possibly-space.
And then there is a teenager, sitting bewildered in her apartment. All wild white hair and wide green eyes, shock written into his very expression.
He stares at her.
She stares at him.
"...So, not to be weird, but why are my instincts telling me you're my mom?"
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chaos-bringer-13 · 17 days
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Injured and trying to hide after a fight with GIW, Danny has to overshadow the first person he sees. Because of how weak he is at the moment, overshadowing doesn't work as usual, and he's just a voice in the guy's head, no actual control over the body. The person he overshadowed? Billy Batson.
Yes, it's divine twitch chat au. Billy probably doesn't even notice a new voice for some time. Danny is very confused because there are just so many people in there and they're gods and who the hell did he possess???
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eloquent-edits · 1 month
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🗡️ “Do not stray far from me.”
I don’t want you to get hurt 🗡️ protective dialogue prompts
“What in the gods’ holy names was that?! I–We could’ve lost you.”
“At the party C sort of kept cornering me…” “What? Are you okay? Did they do anything to you?”
“Stay back.”
“Who did this to you? I just want to talk to them.” (that’s a LIE AND THEY KNOW IT)
“The idea of you getting hurt doesn’t sit well with me.”
“I don’t like the things they said about you. You’re nothing like what they think you are.”
“I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re okay.”
“My duty is to ensure your safety at all times, no matter the cost to my life.”
“If you dare lay a finger on their head, I will have yours served on a silver platter.”
“These walls are meant to protect you, the world out there is far too dangerous for someone like you.” (villain arc??? 👀)
“I’m right here. You’re safe.”
“Say my name and I will be there. I promise.” (thank you daredevil for inspiring this one)
“I’ll take a sword through the heart before they ever reach you.”
“I should’ve been there. This shouldn’t have happened to you.”
“Will you let me know when you’re back safely?”
“I will kill you and everyone you love if it’s the last thing I do.” “It’ll be the last thing you try.”
“You’re worth saving.”
“My house is a safe haven. Go there if you’re ever in danger and we will take care of you.”
“Get away from them!”
“You don’t need to protect me.” “I want to.”
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starryeyedjanai · 1 month
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Eddie’s on a mission when he walks into Family Video.
He heads to the horror section and stops in his tracks when he sees a guy sitting on his haunches, shelving tapes.
Eddie can’t help the way his eyes slide to the guy’s ass— the jeans he’s wearing are criminally tight. And it’s a really nice ass.
He nearly swallows his tongue when the guy turns his head to see who walked into the aisle because staring back at him is Steve fucking Harrington.
He watches as Steve gets up and dusts his jeans off before walking over to Eddie.
“Can I help you find something?” Steve asks.
He has a little mustache.
Steve Harrington has a nice ass and a little mustache.
Eddie did not come here to be attacked like this.
Steve raises his eyebrows and Eddie realizes he’s been staring at him for a beat too long.
“Uh, yeah. Do you guys have Possession?” he asks, throat dry.
Steve looks at him curiously before reaching an arm right past Eddie’s head and pulling a VHS from the shelf. He holds it out for Eddie to take.
Eddie snatches it and makes a beeline for the cash register.
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kuroishuuha · 11 months
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DP x DC prompt - Haunted Doll
Danny is injured (due to some reason or another) and needs to take refuge somewhere safe. He ends up occupying a doll to hide from his parents/GIW. That doll is picked up by Jason Todd.
Jason Todd loves that doll.
The rest of his family, not so much.
In short, Danny ends up possessing a doll, unintentionally making it creepy. Jason sees it as a regular, cute doll. The rest of the batfam sees it as an Annabelle-esque creature.
(There's more discussions on the dead on main discord)
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whumpster-dumpster · 3 months
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Love it when a whumpee who's known to be especially emotive just goes blank. Dead quiet, glassy eyes, no thoughts head empty, especially if the change is super abrupt and unnerving
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ikarakie · 1 year
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mike has a panic attack.
it's sudden and it's terrifying and eddie has no idea what to do. one minute they're all yelling and laughing and just playing d&d, and the next, mike is collapsing to the floor struggling to breathe. gasping out the same two names over and over again. the panic attacks eddie's had before were never, never this bad. for a fucking awful moment he thinks he's about to watch wheeler die.
lucas stays with him, crouched by his side and talking in gentle tones. murmuring words of assurance that, while good, don't seem to reach his friend. dustin had sprinted out of the room yelling into a walkie talkie as soon as mike went down, so eddie has no fucking idea what he's up to. not that he's able to focus on much other than the kid (because, god, he's so young, what the hell has happened to him?) trying and failing to just breathe.
he tries the shit that worked for him, trying to get him to breathe in time with his counts, but it's like mike's ears are full of cotton. there's not even a hint of recognition in his eyes as either him or lucas speak.
dustin returns exactly three minutes later, trailed by the last guy eddie would've ever expected to walk through the doors of hellfire club. steve harrington zeroes in on mike like a hawk, crosses the room quickly and crouches in front of him. lucas scoots away, visibly relieved to see steve, so eddie reluctantly does the same. mike's knees are to his chest and he's heaving sobs so powerful they wrack his entire body. for about thirty infuriating seconds, steve just watches.
"oh god- oh fuck- fuck- will, will-" mike is saying, through stilted breaths. "will, el- el- i can't- they're-"
"mike." steve's voice is like honey, low and soothing in a way lucas' can't be yet. mike snaps his gaze up, finally proving his ears work. "where are you right now?"
"hawkins lab-" mike chokes, and eddie just listens, dumbfounded. "hawkins- starcourt- fuck-"
"no," steve says gently. mike stares at him, slightly less glazed. "where are you?" he asks again, a little more pointed. a few seconds pass. mike's eyes dart around the room.
"hellfire." he whispers, barely audible. steve nods, asks if he can come closer, if he can touch mike. the kid nods frantically, and then his hands are being peeled from where they were curled protectively against his chest. they're placed against steve's instead, and they spend the next few minutes breathing in tandem. harrington demonstrating and mike doing his best to follow.
his breathing eventually evens out, thank god, and the heart-wrenching sobs simmer down into quiet tears. mike all but throws himself into the embrace steve offers, tucking his head under the guy's chin and seemingly making himself as small as possible.
"it's okay, you're okay." steve promises, speaking into mike's hair as he gently rocks them back and forth. "they're okay. they're just fine, both of them. you looked after them so well, bud." he keeps whispering reassurances and sweet, kind words into the little cocoon he's crafted. mike stays curled up there for a while, making a wet patch on steve's shoulder.
then finally sounding more like himself, grumbles, "just 'cos we're hugging doesn't mean i like you." after maybe four or five minutes have passed. steve just huffs a laugh, because despite his words, mike is still clutching steve's arms as he pulls back.
"of course not." steve agrees. mike smiles as his hair is carefully ruffled. turns and reaches for dustin and lucas, who waste no time in piling themselves onto their friend. steve doesn't go far though, keeping a hand in the hair at the nape of mike's neck.
it's only then that he finally makes eye contact with eddie, who's watched the whole thing go down with a sick curiosity. because... who was this guy? this was not king steve, or the asshole, cookie-cutter jock steve harrington that eddie knew of. eddie had thought dustin's nickname for him of 'number one babysitter' had been an exaggeration; that maybe he'd watched them a grand total of three times back when he and nancy wheeler dated, and dustin had developed some fixation on him.
but... no, here he was. having brought hard ass michael wheeler down from easily the worst panic attack eddie had ever seen with the ease of someone who's done it a million times. (and wasn't that a harrowing thought?)
"you mind cutting it a bit early tonight, man?" he asks, softly, and it takes eddie a second to register that he's speaking to him. "i know you've still got, like, 20 minutes, but-"
"no, no," eddie cuts him off, kind of desperate for wheeler to get home and rest. "shit, man. that was... yeah, of course, take him." steve smiles appreciatively (an annoyingly pretty expression eddie never imagined him capable of, let alone directing at him), and turns back to the kiddie hug pile.
"hey, boys? mike?" he calls, all gentle and warm. it makes eddie's heart ache; even more so when all three turn to steve with big, shiny eyes. mike's peek out from dustin's arms. "how about we head off now, and stop at that payphone on the corner of glenview on the way home? give the byers a call in california?"
mike nods, hinging on desperate. dustin and lucas give him one more good squeeze before agreeeing themselves. steve corrals them all up, bids a fucking goodnight to the present company, (plus an extra one for eddie specfically), and shuffles them out of the room. eddie, and the rest of hellfire, are left stunned in the wake of babysitter harrington.
(when mike tries to apologise the next day, eddie absolutely refuses to accept it- and, at lucas' timid request, writes the mind flayer he'd introduced out of the campaign entirely. the next session, it's like the thing never existed.)
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miakate-writes · 4 months
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A sub set of protective/possessive
Someone getting really possessive/jealous over someone getting hit on, but they didn’t realize they were into them yet.
A “why do I care so much?” Thing
"Why do I care so much?" (protective/possessive prompts pt 2)
[a/n: ok this "prompt list" came out as more of a train of conscious thought, so enjoy]
all that C did was kiss A at a stupid party
it was just a stupid kiss
but for some "unknown" reason, B felt their skin crawl and knuckles tighten at the sight
did C think that was okay? no one wants to see that. they should get a room. they shouldn't though, B didn't want them to do that
did A look like they liked the kiss? I mean, they didn't pull away. they didn't look capable of pulling away either. B should do something about it
"what are you doing?" B pulled A's swaying body away from C's
"what are you doing? leave me alone." A slurred, frowning at B, B noticed how pretty their eyes are even in their not quite focused state
"you don't want this, you're just drunk." how dare C take advantage of them like that. even given the circumstances, B couldn't shift the feeling that A's lips should have been on theirs instead
"what the fuck? how would you know? just leave me alone, go ruin someone else's fun." A's words kind of stung
so B left, hesitantly, but they left all the same
A watched as they went... how dare B only start paying attention to them right as they had decide to move on and let go of their stupid little crush
that stupid little crush
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akmwrites · 9 months
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Lil possesive
Positive and a lil cute possessive things. Again, the only possessive things I'd let fictionally happen.
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Writing their name on their seat in your S/O's car.
Not wiping their lipstick stain where they kissed.
Spraying their perfume/cologne over their partner or holding them enough for their scent to stick.
Eyeing people staring and just giving their s/o a lingering kiss before sending them off.
Letting their s/o wear something that belongs to them. Jewelry, coats/jackets, accessories. Or wearing their s/o's embroided clothes
Leaving their house slippers in their so/o's apartment.
Drinking from their s/o's cup and water, or anything, just marking their food.
Or grabbing their s/o's bottle of water and drinking from it when their classmate/workmate/anyone asks for a sip and staring them down.
Holding and refusing to let go of your hand while you socialize and they just observe, giving you a look if you try to separate.
Changing their s/o's wallpaper to their wacky face with large "my (petname)" before their s/o goes off to work.
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tanglepelt · 5 months
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Dp x dc idea 149
Vlad and Danny are in a ghost fight. Vlad hits him with an attack forcing him human.
Just then a portal opens. Vlads attack continues and they both crash through the portal. Danny crashing into the floor in the center of a Wayne gala.
To everyone else they see a wannabe vampire look alike just attacking a random black hair blue eyed teen. Forcing him through a portal.
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❝  look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything.  ❞
for Kaela
Harem consorts are often undermined. Thry live secluded, they are the first and most loyal subjects of the monarch, and in the court they are envied and held in contempt in equal measure.
When Kaela became consort, they undoubtedly lost something. But they gained something too - and for them, it was more than worth it.
But for others, they are a prize. A conquest, a trophy to be kept in one's private beroom for the chance to take pleasure in it when the time is right and to put it back in its place when there is no more use in it.
Kaela, though, defies this expectation. They have not been deprived of their teeth, and sometimes they like to remind people of that.
One day, in the immense throne room, Kaela stands at their monarch's side - where their rightful place is. The yarls are... particularly unruly.
At the second subtle look directed at Kaela's presence at an official meeting, the monarch abruptly stands. Their jewellery clinks audibly and the whole room quietens.
They take measured, regal steps towards the yarls, standing meters away from the throne.
When they reach the offending person, the monarch raises a hand and cups their chin with metallic claws that almost draw blood. They threaten with a scraping voice the petrified yarl, "look at them like that again and you won't be seeing anything."
For good measure, the monarch raises one of the clawed fingers to brush against the orbit, very close to the eye. The yarl nods carefully and shrivels when released.
Under the veil, Kaela smiles - for their fangs are the monarch's claws, and they both belong to the other in such a deep way Kaela wouldn't be able to say where one ends and the other begins.
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nerdpoe · 19 days
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Jason is a nice dude, really~
He's been cleaning up his act. He's been hanging out with the other Bats outside of patrol, reaching out and talking to Roy and Artemis, making amends with Tim, who keeps hiding from him for some reason.
He always cooks for more than one person, takes one of the Bats breaking into his apartment in stride, cursing less, being open and friendly more, and overall is trying to be better.
Meanwhile;
Inside his brain, Jason is fighting for control over his own body every day. He's been possessed, and because everyone likes the "nice" him better, no one's fucking doing anything about it.
Once he gets control again he is so kicking all of their asses.
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