One Piece Fanfiction Crew Possessive Of Luffy の小説・ストーリー

I let the heavy, undeniable sexual tension crackle through the open mic. "You built me a very elaborate dressing room, Franco," I purred. My voice dripped with dark, seductive authority. "But if you think giving me a knife makes me your pet project, you’re sorely mistaken. I don't belong to you. I own this fucking island now." "I know," Franco whispered. The submission in his voice was absolute. The architect of the Apex Bloom had completely yielded to the monster he helped create. "The hub is yours. You have full administrative access to the labyrinth’s pneumatic bulkheads. The board is yours to manipulate."

My legs were slung high over his shoulders, his strong arms wrapping around my thighs, spreading me wide open for his relentless thrusts. He fúcked me, no fúcking mercy. Then he pried my legs apart even wider, splitting me open to bury himself deeper, and kept railing me raw. “God~ughh… you’re so fúcking sexy, honey. I can’t stop pounding your pretty, tight pússy~” he rasped between thrusts, his voice rough as gravel with every brutal slam into my cúnt. “No one else gets to fúck you like this~ You’re mine, honey, only mine~” he growled, his possessiveness making my pússy clench harder around him.

Leaning in, I covered a nipple with my mouth, and I licked around it, just for fun. “I wish I could engrave my name on your chest.” I moaned, really wanting my name there now. “Why?” He sounded so breathless, but at least he was holding up, impressing me with his level of restraint. “I need everyone to know you're mine, of course.” He chuckled for a second. “I thought you said we are just fucking. Where is this possession coming from?” “Yes, that's what we are doing. Fucking, and nothing else.” “Okay, tell yourself that. Sure.”

I pressed my palms to my mouth and listened, feeling the room shrink, the world narrowing to a single, terrible thread: We both heard it—Clifford’s voice raw, then a garbled cry, then the sick, wet sound of someone hitting the ground. Clifford, on the ground, and then Levi walking toward whatever he’d done next. “Why are you doing this?” I choked, words scraping from my throat. “First you took Katherine, then Juliet and Aaron. Clifford doesn’t deserve your wrath just because you have trust issues. And now, you want to take him too?” “Yes!” His voice cracked like thunder, rattling the air between us. His hands shook, “Because you belong to me! I own you. Every inch of your body. Every part of

Adam pointed out. "You still didn't understand did you?" Matteo asked Adam in amusement. "No, what?" Adam looked confused. "Luca is possessive about his girl. He took the chance to make her his only because the chance presented itself. Now as his wife, only he has ownership over her. Not her father Frank. Now she solely belongs to him. He must have hated sharing the right over her with her father. By marrying her, he seized her father's ownership over her" Matteo explained.

Feeling humiliated, I released my Lycan. She ripped his men’s bulky hands off, with our doubled strength. “I’m joining your crew, Captain.” My eyes flashed black for a minute, but I took it back in instantly. I knew I had to hide my identity. A look of awe flashed his dark eyes, and so did the crew look amazed. He smirked at me, folding his arms like I was someone to study. “She’s really strong!” One of the crew men gasped. “I would never beat the both of them put together!” Another gasped. The entire deck tensed at the silence that followed after. It was for a moment, yet demeaning.

I snipe at him. Now the both of them growl eyes turning dark. "I don't want to hear those words again, you are ours, we explained this to you, how it works, that we're Alpha's that makes us even more possessive. You are not property No but you are mine to look at, kiss, touch." Aries says and walks away.

“Uhm, she was in a wedding gown, how much more dressed do you want her? Jack questions. “She should be wearing my clothes, my scent, not that jerk’s dress, the one he chose for her and I don't want her in anything but what I can give her. “That is a little over possessive, don’t you think?” Delta Dereck observed. Both men rolled their eyes because I sound very chauvinistic. “Fuckers, I'm a possessive man. What is mine, I will have and Viviane is my woman, my Luna, my mate, by divine or chosen, she is meant to be with me.” I express myself with authority.

"Want yours, Jax. Want you to mark me from the inside." Jax slammed in and Marcus saw god. The familiar pierced cock hit his prostate with surgical precision and Marcus's overstimulated body convulsed. Jax fucked him hard and fast, the way Marcus liked best, his hips slapping against Marcus's cum-slicked ass with a sound that was absolutely obscene. "Who owns you?" Jax growled. "The crew. The Vipers. You." "Say you're ours." "I'm yours. All of you. Forever." Jax came with a final, brutal thrust, adding his load to the seven already inside Marcus. He held there, buried deep, his cock pulsing, marking Marcus one last time.

"I marked you, Lyra. The bond is sealed on my end. It cannot be undone, not by me, not by anyone." She raised a hand to her own neck, feeling the small tender mark there that she had not noticed until now, and the weight of what he was telling her settled over her slowly. "What does this mean," she asked carefully, "for someone in my position. A slave. An omega." Something dark moved through his expression. "It means," he said, his voice low and certain, "that the word slave no longer applies to you. Not in this palace. Not anywhere in my territory." His hand tightened slightly at her neck, possessive and protective at once. "You are mine, Lyra. Not as property. As a mate. As Luna, when the