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Sign Me Up - Post Malone

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Parts 14
Time 4h 18m

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He controls the kiss and I let him. He is dominant, controlled and decisive about how he kisses me, and it turns my body into fucking jelly. He keeps the kiss lazy and gentle which only makes me desperate for more. He is holding back, teasing me, and it's driving me fucking wild. I try and deepen the kiss because I want more, I need more and I can't get enough. But, he locks his jaw, refusing to give in to me, his dominance is in full swing and intoxicating. It has me weak in the knees. I can feel myself giving him control. Damit. But, I want more. I am desperate for more. I try and deepen the kiss again, but I am at his mercy when his large hands slide down my body suddenly, breaking the kiss as he dips and hooks my thighs, lifting me roughly. He keeps those electric blue eyes on me and I am hypnotized. 

"You are not in control here, baby," he whispers.All Rights Reserved

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Complications (MxM) by StxnedWriter

**WARNING** ~contains explicit content that may not be acceptable to all viewers. discretion advised~ "No no no no..." My words trailed "NO!!" I screamed, pulling harshly at all my restraints, attempting to get free, hearing the harsh clank of metal on metal with every movement. Colder than the table beneath me, chills ran through my body. This couldn't be happening, please. A sadistic laugh rang through the room and my head fell in defeat as my eyes squinted closed, not wanting to see his face. "Yes, actually." I felt his disgusting, filthy hands trail down my arms. I could feel him leaning forwards, moving himself closer to me. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, so I just lay there, waiting for what I knew was to come. "You're mine now, mut." His voice made my body tense more than it already had. The way he sounded so angry. So possessive. I dared myself to speak, "W-what ar-are you gonna d-do to me?" My voice shook and wavered so much in my fear that it was numb to my ears. Alpha Dave let out a low, calloused chuckle that sent chills throughout my body. He said, in a deadly low voice, "I'm going to remind you who you belong to." * DISCLAIMER- In this story world, each person gets five potential mates! * Blake Daniels' story has been one tragedy after another, Complications littering his route, tripping him on his journey through life. At this point, he's entirely disgusted by his Complacency. For as long as he can remember, he has been at the whim of everyone's desires, neglecting his own. This left him wondering: what it is he wants? Could it be the sweet relief of death? Escape? Or simple Convalescence? *** ~Ms.Witch *** BOOK ONE IN THE ~Escape~ SERIES! Book 1: ~Complications~ Original Created- 2015, Completed- 2016 Rewrite Created (October) & Completed (December)- 2023 Book 2: ~Complacency~ Created (January) & Completed (March)- 2024 Book 3: ~Convalescence~ Created (April) & Completed (May)- 2024 Thanks for reading!

Transcendent Thirst by YOLOwriting101

"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me. "Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure. "With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his. Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered. As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath. Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree. Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell. I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood! He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...

Unbeaten - Post Malone by Pepepolly

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I'm Here || Post Malone by postylove74

Cassidy has been working for Austin-Post Malone but she couldn't bring herself to call him that-for the last six years. She watched him go through many struggles-including the revolving door of girlfriends-and she was always the one that he would turn to whenever he needed a shoulder to lean on. They had formed some what of a brother sister relationship, but all that changed with the introduction of Jessica. Her feelings had grown for him over the years and she struggled to hide them daily, but she was ready to expose them and if she was right-which she was pretty sure she was-he had them too despite the shiny new toy he'd been with for several months. She didn't care what she had to do to, but she couldn't bare to see him go through another heartbreak again, she knew she could give him what he wanted all she had to show him was she was here.

You May Call Me Alpha by jodaaaaaaa

He smashed his lips against mine, still pinning my hands above my head. I melted from his lips. He licked my lip piercings, swirling his tongue around them. He thrusted his tongue into my mouth, surfing around my mouth. I felt his hand go up my shirt, bringing his rough hands across my breasts. His mouth traveled down my neck, my breath catching in my throat. He went to the place on my collarbone where he would mark me, tracing his tongue around it, making my arousal a million times stronger. A husky moan came out of the back of my throat, making Haddon's friend grow on my thigh. I didn't think he was going to be that big, but damn, that thing is humongous. Starting to nibble on my mark, his once crystal blue eyes swirled into a dark sapphire/black colour, winding into a pool of lust. I ran my hand up his shirt, his 8 pack radiating heat, I kissed his jaw bone, trailing my tongue down his neck. He lifted my legs up, his body betweenmy legs. I was caught up in him, I forgot we were in school, so calmed myself down, motioning Haddon to lower my legs. It took him a moment to recover his wolf, but his got it under control and lowered me. "Gabi, I haven't seen you in awhile." I sat back and thought to my self. This used to be my bestfriend from birth. He really has changed, all the good though. We grew up backyard to backyard, always playing over each others house. That is, until Mama got a new job in Tennessee. Me and Haddi never fully got to say goodbye, we were only 12. And here I am now. With the living, breathing, and more touchy Haddon Lucinia. What a morning....

Hold My Breath - Post Malone by Pepepolly

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Yours Truly, Austin Post - Post Malone by Pepepolly

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Hollywood's Bleeding - Post Malone by Pepepolly

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