Sweet Dreams are made

but you’re not sleeping.

your big brother’s hand is clamped over your mouth. his other hand is digging into your hip, pulling you back onto him with every thrust.

“gotta be quiet,” he breathes into your ear. “you make too much noise. such a noisy little slut.”

you just nod, your eyes rolling back. he’s so big, stretching you open, filling you up until you can’t think. that’s what he wants. he told you so. wants you dumb and empty, just a warm, tight hole for him to use at his expense.

he shifts, going deeper, yet his palm presses harder, silencing you completely.

“see?” he grunts. “so loud. everyone would know what a dumb cocksleeve you are for your brother. my dumb little thing.”

you feel yourself clenching around him. he feels it too.

“that’s it,” he whispers, fucking you through it. “go dumb for me. just take it. take your brother’s cock.”

his own cum is a guilty flood inside you. he holds himself there for a long moment, before sliding out. he pats your hip, a dismissive, degrading little tap.

"You look gorgeous."

"Age is no barrier. It's a limitation you put on your mind."

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"Love knows no boundaries, not even the ones defined by age."

"Let me kiss it better."

"Most people would be upset they get an old man as their husband."

 "Let’s get you to bed."

"I have thought about kissing you a lot. What would that make me?"

"Life is like a dick. When it gets hard, 'Fuck it'."

"That dress looks very becoming on you. Of course, if I were on you, I'd be coming, too."

" 'cause you're too fucking beautiful. "

"You are being too forward right now, my lady. Be careful."

"Yeah, still my girl."

"I love you, baby"

"Just so you know, you're a natural lover. Your body expresses beautifully what's in your heart."

"Someone has to shield you from the world."

"What did I tell you about coming here? You're too young."

"May I kiss you?"

"Do you wanna feel beautiful?"

"You know I only wanted fun then you got me all fucked up on love"

"Because you're beautiful."

"I'm very proud of you."

"Welcome home, Princess."

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences here were taken from different media about possessive love, the thrill of the chase, banter, and competition regarding one's affection. Some have foul language so please beware but most are fun, banter, possessive fun. All of these are made for roleplay purposes. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

I love you. You’re mine. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me.

I spend a quarter of every day inside you. 

I have never said this to anyone before.

But the idea of you with child is the most insanely arousing thing I’ve ever imagined.

Your belly all swollen, your breasts heavy, the funny little way you would walk … I would worship you. I would take care of your every need. And everyone would know that I’d made you that way, that you belonged to me.

You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.

We can't possess one another.

Just because I can't have you right now, doesn't mean I'm okay with him having you.

I will be good to you, Myst. Please, I promise.

You are mine. And I protect what’s mine.

Of course I won't go alone. I shall take my maid.

No.You will take me.

The purpose of a knight is to protect. Why won’t you let him do his job to me?

I want you all to myself.

I can’t explain to you the joy I feel knowing it’s all mine. That you are all mine, that your body is all mine.

There is something in me that wakes up when I want something, a possession.

God knows he deserved you more than I do. 

Listen well, for you belong to me.

Good grief, you’re such an adorably greedy person.

And when you fall in love with her  just keep in mind that she’s mine. 

 She’s more than you could handle, anyway.

That almost sounds like a challenge.

I don’t need your permission to do anything.

Your hands will touch me and no one else, Meadow. That is final.

You chase off every man that’s ever been interested, and you do it without even trying.

You reject every suitor and yet, you keep entertaining me. I believe you want me too, and you are dying to be touched.

I don't own you, you just belong to me.

You’re my gold, your cunt is my liquid gold. 

I will have your mouth, you will give it to me. Then I will have your spirit, Circe. I will own it. Always.

By the gods you have never been more beautiful than you are right now, spread before me, wrapped in my wool.

Once I take you, you are mine. My woman. No other man can have you.

I do not belong to you, or to anyone else. I will talk to whomever I want, whenever I want.

Not if it’s some ass who thinks he can put his hands on you.

You didn’t have a problem with me acting like a caveman last night.

When it comes to you… I don’t like to share.

Most men prefer to do the eating.

Do you know what passion is?

Most people think it only means desire. Arousal. Wild abandon. But that’s not all. The word derives from the Latin. It means suffering. Submission. Pain and pleasure, Nikki. Passion.

You’re wearing my colors, love.

I’m going to put you on your knees, Ruby. You’re going to hate how much you love it.

He is my king, he is my warrior, he is my husband and I am proud to say above all… he is mine.

You have rare beauty the like I have never seen but you will be more beautiful heavy with my seed.

You are my golden queen. You are my tigress. You are my Circe. 

Never will I allow your gold to be taken from me. Never. Understand this, Circe, and never forget.

Maybe I fell in love with a version of him that didn't exist.

 I would have you right here if you would let me. Fear you? I exalt you. 

You could burn me a thousand times, and I would still want you for my own.

Everything has a price. The price, however, isn't always money.

You’re my scariest hell, You’re my perfect paradise.

Well, I admit my crib is pretty sweet. But a gold cage is still a cage, Harry.

I intend to the last. 

If I win, then you shall be mine. Tonight.

You are so sure of yourself.

The game is simple. The women run, the men chase. If you catch the one with your color. . .well, that’s up to you.

But women have been running all their lives, most men don’t catch that easily.

We are in a maze, lost, and your hand is up my skirt.