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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. Youโre mine. Iโll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me.
I spend a quarter of every day inside you.ย
I have never said this to anyone before.
But the idea of you with child is the most insanely arousing thing Iโve ever imagined.
Your belly all swollen, your breasts heavy, the funny little way you would walk โฆ I would worship you. I would take care of your every need. And everyone would know that Iโd 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 whatโs mine.
Of course I won't go alone. I shall take my maid.
The purpose of a knight is to protect. Why wonโt you let him do his job to me?
I want you all to myself.
I canโt explain to you the joy I feel knowing itโs 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.ย
Listen well, for you belong to me.
Good grief, youโre such an adorably greedy person.
And when you fall in love with herย just keep in mind that sheโs mine.ย
ย Sheโs more than you could handle, anyway.
That almost sounds like a challenge.
I donโt need your permission to do anything.
Your hands will touch me and no one else, Meadow. That is final.
You chase off every man thatโs 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.
Youโre my gold, your cunt is my liquid gold.ย
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 itโs some ass who thinks he can put his hands on you.
You didnโt have a problem with me acting like a caveman last night.
When it comes to youโฆ I donโt 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 thatโs not all. The word derives from the Latin. It means suffering. Submission. Pain and pleasure, Nikki. Passion.
Youโre wearing my colors, love.
Iโm going to put you on your knees, Ruby. Youโre 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 allโฆ 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.ย
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.
ย I would have you right here if you would let me. Fear you? I exalt you.ย
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.
Youโre my scariest hell, Youโre my perfect paradise.
Well, I admit my crib is pretty sweet. But a gold cage is still a cage, Harry.
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, thatโs up to you.
But women have been running all their lives, most men donโt catch that easily.
We are in a maze, lost, and your hand is up my skirt.
Aye, but I donโt hear any complaints. The maze will hide our secret.