Possessive Fanfic Novels & Stories

And that possessiveness… it stirred something in me I didn’t know existed. I couldn’t help but love how he desired me so fully, so unapologetically. The hunger in his eyes when they roamed my body, the way his voice dipped when he spoke to me like I was both his salvation and his sin—it made me feel alive. Desired. Wanted. He couldn’t stand the idea of someone else seeing me the way he did, touching me, being close to me. And deep down, I didn’t want anyone else to, either. “This is amazing, fiorellino,” he murmured, his voice low as his hand squeezed my thigh possessively. With his other hand, he brought a forkful of food to his mouth, like he couldn’t quite bear to stop touching me for eve

I think I would submit to her aswell. "No, you're not stealing him from us," Chase mutters, pulling her off me. "I think I quite like the idea of pegging," I smirk and he groans. "I'll fuck you later, baby; then you don't need a rubber dick; stop seriously." He glares at me, and there it is. His possessive side is the side that of him that doesn't like to share. It's the side that I fell for, pulled me in, and kept me there.

My breaths come in ragged pants, sweat beading on my forehead as I add a third finger, stretching myself further and imagining his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress, his teeth sinking into my neck in a mating bite that seals us forever. “Yes, Kieran... mark me... make me yours,” I whimper, my thumb rubbing frantic circles over my clit. The climax builds like a storm inside me, the pressure mounting higher and higher until I am teetering on the edge. “Kieran,” I moan, my body arching for more. Kieran is hers. But here in my fantasies, he is mine. Only MINE. Possessive. Brutal. And devouring me whole.

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

Arka brushed Bima’s damp hair back from his forehead and pressed his lips firmly against Bima’s still-burning skin. The kiss lingered for a long, agonizing moment. Arka closed his eyes, greedily inhaling the scent of Bima’s body mixed with the sharp smell of medicine and sweat. It wasn’t a kiss born of lust, but a solemn vow. A seal of absolute ownership stronger than any physical mark he had ever branded into Bima’s skin. "You belong to me, Bima. Even this fever doesn’t have the right to hurt you without my permission," Arka whispered directly against his skin, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly dark possessiveness.

My breathing is ragged,pissed off that he stopped. “You can’t fully claim me as yours” “You act as if that’s gonna stop me.I think you underestimate just how far I’ll go to prove that you’re mine now.” I just wanted him to continue so I gave in. “I’m…yours”. “Damn right.Mine.Now and always Tiana.” The way he says it feels less like possession and more like a vow.

I heaved a nervous sigh and played with my fingernails as if that would do the job for me. “I don’t want this situation anymore. I want this to stop. I don’t want lust to be the only reason pushing us toward each other. I don’t want you to see another man aside from me. You want to own me? I feel the same way... You don’t get to be the only one who holds me. I want you to be mine too…” I confessed, my voice slipping into something possessive. He didn’t speak, so I continued with my confession.

She swallowed hard, nodding shakily. But Zayan wasn't done. Not even close. He leaned closer, his nose brushing hers, his voice dripping with dark, obsessive love. "They can bring a thousand fake Anaayas. They can throw a million lies in my face. But YOU... YOU ARE MINE. Do you understand that?" Tears welled in her eyes, but she still nodded. He wasn't satisfied. Zayan grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look directly into his wild, obsessive eyes. His touch was rough, desperate, trembling with an insane kind of possession.

Dad said, “I’ll turn off the TV and check everything. Goodnight.” “Goodnight,” I said, almost running up the stairs. I sobbed into my pillow, hating everything in the world. Why couldn’t I get a mate that wanted me? What was so wrong with me that Cale rejected me without even giving us a chance? And the worst part was that I couldn’t tell anyone. If anyone got to know that I was his Luna, and he rejected me, he could be removed from the position of Alpha. I didn’t know what time it was, but by the time I fell asleep I could hardly feel my eyes, and saw sunlight streaming from the window.

I have to make her submit. He looks at me and continues, “ You seriously got problems, man. I think you're in love with her or something. Even when you're dating other girls, you keep tabs on everything that she does. You need help, man." Maybe Nate's right. Maybe I do need help. But there’s only been one girl that has made me this way, one girl who is always on my mind, in my thoughts and dreams,and one girl who makes me crazy with possessiveness, Bella.