Happy hoelidays!!! Not me over here cackling at the following treat, just for you. Why do we have so much fun being bad?!? ❄️❤️
Warnings: Soft!dark Reader. Captivity and basement husbanding. Non con unprotected sex. Reader’s a little kooky tbh.
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For the first time as you lost yourself in shamelessly riding Ari, you mourned the need for the steel manacles around his wrists, keeping him secured to the large bed that took up most of his dwelling in your fortified basement.
Because as you circled your hips and grinded down on his cock, finally forcing a throaty groan from him, you were dying to know if the way his arms jerked was because he was desperate to touch you–to pull you closer–or desperate to shove you away.
You were pretty sure you got your answer a beat later when Ari moaned, his head falling back as he rutted his hips up hard, burying his cock even deeper in the hot, wet confines of your pussy.
“See," you breathed, gently cupping his handsome face between your hands as you bounced in his lap with more enthusiasm now, desperate to see him–and feel him–cum. "I knew you wanted this as much as me.”
“Don’t…" he gritted, moaning as you clenched around him on purpose. "Fuck." He panted, his jaw ticking and his brows drawing into a furrow as his chest hitched and his abs flexed. "Fuck, get off—“
"I don't think so, handsome," you grinned, undulating your hips and clenching around him some more, one of your hands burying in his hair and gripping hard enough to make him grunt with pain.
With another quiet, "Fuck!" Ari came with a shout, his big hands clenched into tight fists as he pumped up into you until he was completely spent.
And you were happily filled with his warm, sticky seed.
Sighing dreamily as you stared into his dazed eyes, you dropped your forehead to his, free hand sneaking down to rub at your clit so you could hit your peak too as you whispered, “I’m gonna give you the family you deserve.”
Dear, sweet, sinister Siri, I can only conclude you are trying to KILL ME!!!! THIS IS A DIRECT ATTACK!!!! 😩🫠🥴
That intimacy at the end with their foreheads pressed together. The way reader wants to give him everything—and take everything from him. The way his body craves it despite everything. I’d do it. Any day of the week.
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Reading is not as insignificant as we claim. First we must steal the key to the library. Reading is a provocation, a rebellion: we open the book's door, pretending it is a simple paperback cover, and in broad daylight escape! We are no longer there: this is what real reading is. If we haven't left the room, if we haven't gone over the wall, we're not reading.
Helene Cixous, Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing
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Lana Myers | Mindf*ck series by S.T. Abby
I am obsessed with her. Each reread ends with me barking like a dog.
For those not in the know, this girl is a revenge serial unaliver who gets a boyfriend named Logan. Logan ends up being the profiler FBI agent in charge of catching her.
Screams pierce my ears, and I realize that moment of weakness with Mr. Profiler earlier doesn't affect how pretty the screams sound.
"You're supposed to be dead." I stare up at him, moving the blade over his thigh, feeling his tremble. "You should have killed me deader,"
I'm just a girl in love with a man who's destined to hate me when he learns the truth.
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