One Piece Fanfiction Crew Possessive Of Luffy Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked and folded my arms on my chest. "Not really but I'm just tired of arguing with Dave about who actually owns you and now I want you to tell him the harsh truth which is sure going to leave him devastated and heartbroken so that I can get out of here. " Replied, Lando. " You mean both of you are busy trying to claim ownership over me? " I couldn't believe my ears. Do they not have any better things to do with their time? " I'm not claiming any ownership. Automatically you're mine and you know it. I don't need your approval or anything. " Yolando rumbled beside me.

Katherine asked softly as she was unable to hide her confusion any longer. Lucifer didn’t look at her as he applied the bandage. “Because you’re mine now,” he said simply. “And no one hurts what belongs to me.” he said. The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down her spine, but she didn’t respond. She didn't also miss the part where he said she belonged to him. Like she was a thing, a property or an object, even. Once he was finished he stood up and straightened his jacket.

Reality eventually settled in as Jin’s words still reverberated in my mind, each syllable laced with possessiveness and fury that never ceased to amaze me: “You’re mine and no one else’s! Don’t even think about touching any of those three, or else!” His voice, sharp and unyielding, was like the crack of a whip, leaving invisible welts on my soul. The memory of his blazing eyes, and possessive anger made my stomach churn. The tension in his voice hadn’t just been a warning—it had been a claim, a shackle tightening around my very existence.

Lotanni was the first to give the full rundown on Lysar's team. Of course she was. If there was gossip, she'd find it faster than a scent-hound on heat. "Three mages, four werewolves," she muttered while checking the straps on her gear. "One of the werewolves is royalty. The prince from the Southern Fang. Has a stupidly forbidden crush on Lysar." Nyomei raised a brow. "That arrogant one who walks like his back’s too stiff for his own head?"

I might have hated how jealousy looked on Draven, but on Lucan… Whew. All I could say was that I loved it more than I should. Jealous, overly possessive, even extreme suited Lucan Vance, my Classics professor and now… my boyfriend, if I could even call him that. So much so that I wanted to make him even more possessive of me. And I already knew exactly how for tomorrow in class. Jasmine smiled. “If you have not noticed, alphas are extremely possessive of what is theirs. Alpha Vance has already told Levi to stay away from you, and someone”she turned her glare on Levi“cannot listen to any orders ever.”

He whispered gritting his teeth, his eyes screamed the madness, the unrequited obsession and immense possessiveness for his wife as he murmured viciously. "Not even Freya can! I possess her soul, I own her everything. And if she's not mine, then she's of no one's!" _____________________________________ The next will be updated soon keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

Ivy swallowed thickly, her whole body trembling in fear as the three men stared down at her in anger and possessiveness. “You’re ours, Ivy,” Ace whispered. “Ours to play,” “Ours to protect,” said Theo. “And ours to break,” Yash smirked. Ivy, despite her own feelings on the matter, knew one thing. Everything they said is irrevocably true. They own her, in every way possible.

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.