Possessive Ao3 Novels & Stories

My hole clenched rhythmically around nothing, aching and empty, while my cock throbbed hard against my stomach, leaking steadily and adding to the mess between my legs. Thorne leaned closer, green eyes narrowing further. “Every inch of your body is ours. Every motion, every pulse, every breath is claim. And yet you respond differently to him. That cannot continue.” The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver through me. Part of me wanted to shrink away. Another part, darker and more twisted, wanted to push harder just to see how far their rivalry would go — how much they would fight over me. Aurelius pressed slightly closer, amber eyes darkening. “You feel my control, even when unspoken. Y

Then I took what was mine. Aurora fought me, her nails raked down my back, her body arching in defiance. But I didn’t stop. I didn’t go easy. This wasn’t about love. This was about possession. She would feel me for days. She would remember that no matter where she went, no matter who she ran to, she belonged to me. "Tell me," I clenched my teeth, thrusting her deeper, harder and rough. Her breath hitched, a strangled moan breaking free.

Lewis scoffed trying to keep his anger in check His thumb snaked to her pouty red lips and slowly begun stroking it "The lips are for me corazón. Your kisses belongs to me and only me. Don't ever let anyone kiss you again. I don't wanna even see you with anything that has 3 legs. Am very possessive corazón. The things I cherish and love,I don't toy with it. And you're one of them. One of my top priority" he said sweetly making sure to stare deep into her eyes Laine gulped down nothing feeling the uncontrollable butterflies dancing in her tummy

His hands slid down my back, gripping my waist possessively, pulling me flush against him. “You are mine,” he growled against my lips, voice vibrating in my chest. “Every inch, every heartbeat, every thought. And I will never—ever—let anyone take that away.” I shivered in response, pressing into him, surrendering fully to the fire that was Sebastian Velez. It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just passion. It was claiming, it was possession, it was the raw, all-consuming need to own and be owned. Hours passed in a blur of heat and obsession. Sebastian’s touch was relentless, claiming, memorizing, marking every inch of me. I felt every surge of his obsession, every growl of possessiveness, every wh

"I chose to be your partner, not your ward. If you turn this penthouse into a sanctuary, you turn me back into an Asset. And we both know what happened to the last man who tried to own me." Dante let out a low, jagged sound—not of anger, but of a dark, possessive pride. He leaned in, his lips grazing the column of her throat. "Arthur tried to own you for the power you represented. I own you because you are the power. Every breath you take is a credit I’ve claimed. Every thought you have is a territory I’ve conquered." As the moon rose over the city, the "Glass Perimeter" flickered, a subtle reminder of the invisible walls that surrounded them.

It is a slow, deeply passionate re-writing of our contract—a liquid, breathless assertion of absolute ownership that leaves my knees trembling against the furs. I let out a soft, needy whine against his mouth, my hands locking into the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck to pull him closer, deeper, until the dark silk of my loose robe is the only barrier left between us. My obsidian claws slide out from my fingertips with a soft, familiar *schlick*, scoring shallow, white lines down the broad expanse of his muscular shoulders. He lets out a rough, guttural sound of pure satisfaction into the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin right over the pulsing lilac mark, leavin

After the incident, I fired them all. But Keagan’s face darkened, his jaw clenching. Gone was the easygoing comfort. This was the Alpha, dominant and annoyed rearing its head. A predator with possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. “You are mine to protect.” he growled, pinning me with a heated glare. “Besides, I wasn’t asking you for permission.” His possessiveness, the way he claimed me with his pheromones was turning intoxicating…and toxic. It was everything I needed to avoid. I wouldn’t fucking tolerate his alpha posturing. This wasn’t a pack and I wasn’t his omega.

Compliancy runs in my veins and is etched in my muscles. "She's a goddess." Alessio moves closer. "She represents a lot of things along with empowerment." Steps carefree and voice dry, he stops when he's standing so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. "Ask me more about her, Nicole." It's a demand rather than a statement and so utterly powerful that I find my cries quieting down and a small noise escapes my throat urging him to continue. "She was violent and bloodthirsty, defeated many demons that others couldn't."

Dario's POV Two days without her feel like a lifetime in hell. I pace the mansion like a caged animal, my mind replaying every moment she’s been mine. The way her body fits against me that last morning, her screams echoing in the foyer as I pound into her, marking her with my cum so she feels me even after she walks out the door. I let her go because I have to, proving I’m not the monster she first thinks. But every hour she’s gone, the possessiveness claws at me deeper. She is mine. My payment. My obsession. No one else can touch her, look at her, even think about her without my permission.

I've been preserved in amber, I am one with the sheets, I am zen. Back at the plush bed, I sink even further into comfort, soft sweet smelling fabric pushing against my cheek. My limbs are pliant, every muscle in my face relaxed, each breath in and out is evenly spaced. Relaxed back into the same fucking position I collapsed in last night. This guy is a FUCKING IDIOT. Does he really think I am his actual pet and not a woman planning violent, glorious murder.