She ran to disappear. He found her to possess. Now, she doesn't want to be saved... She wants to be kept. Wren was broken, bleeding, and ready to vanish when he found her in the woods. Callum... the quiet stranger with shadows in his eyes and monsters in his head. He took her in, locked her away, and promised she'd never belong to anyone else again. But Callum isn't alone in his mind. And Cain doesn't ask. Cain takes. As her innocence rots beneath their touch, Wren begins to crave the unthinkable, pain, control, devotion so twisted it borders on worship. In their cabin of secrets and scars, love isn't tender. It's brutal. Consuming. Addictive. She should run. She won't. Because she's not his prisoner. She's his doll. His obsession. His perfect little ruin. _______________ Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗

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Twas the night before Christmas, in the Darkport townhouse, When in crept a creature, quiet as a mouse; He had not a clue she slept sweetly above, With dreams that St. Nick would bring her somebody to love. With Aspen nestled cozy all snug in her bed; A bump in the night would fill her with dread; Something did stir from the room down below, And the dancer did wonder if it was the storm that did blow: With courage she rose from the sheets at the clatter, And crept quietly downstairs to see what was the matter. There in the darkness a Grinch grabbed her in a flash, Little did she know it was the man they called Dash. His sapphire eyes grew alight with a glow, When he realised he'd caught the girl named for the snow. His lips would remember the taste of her kiss; From the time they first met, on a cold night just like this. Now tied up in tinsel, captured beneath twinkling lights; The beautiful dancer was too tempting a sight. While shivering with fear the girl knew she was in strife; So she begged him and pleaded to spare her sweet life. Aspen with her wide eyes, golden and bright; In fuss and a flurry, put up such a good fight. Soon The Grinch could barely contain his delight, as he leaned in close to whisper; "Merry Christmas baby, I'm gonna fuck you tonight." .... ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ This story contains explicit erotic scenes and violent CNC (Consensual Non-Consent) BDSM themes that may be distressing to some, reader discretion is advised. A CHRISTMAS SPECTERVERSE SPECIAL Dasher & The Dancer - Christmas In Aspen, is a SHORT STORY

This book isn't for yall vanilla "freaks" consider this your warning. What follows is a bold collection of erotic one-shots. NO homophobia, NO kink shaming . AI was used as an editing and writing assistant.

Jungkook is Taehyung's sweet, needy Omega - soft, milk-leaking, and hopelessly addicted to being filled by his Alpha.

Y/n was an Omega who used heat suppressants... what happens when Konig, the alpha she works with smells her in heat for the first time when hers run out? edited and updated first 6 parts

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

Your breath caught. You'd just had Billy Loomis between your legs, and now Stu Macher was about to claim you too. You'd never felt more desired in your life. **** Dating Billy Loomis or Stu Macher seemed impossible, but one night at Stu's Halloween party, you prove otherwise.

A series of one shot stories Some have actually happened! Request can be requested! I don't own any pictures or videos!

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"