"𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜é 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬" | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | | A contract between two powerful families. A girl that was promised to the first-born son of the King family. But she sets her eyes on 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧. And for her it felt like 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 to flirt with 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞. • • •

Sugardaddy!Chris Evans x Sugarbaby!reader...

2 inseparable best friends turn into 1 power couple that is envied by everyone near them But their love comes with a cost.

A prophecy followed Dmitri Volkov like a curse. It claimed he carried the soul of Olkov, the first vampire, a creature so ancient that even legends faltered when speaking his name. Dmitri never cared for prophecies, but the world did. His parents feared what lived in him. His people bowed to him. One wrong look from him could decide who survived the night. Still, there was a truth he never admitted. He wanted the bond his kind had lost. The kind of love that could break an immortal in half and rebuild him. He mocked it when he saw it in others, but he longed for it in silence. He sat hidden in the darkest corner of his Russian club, bourbon sharp on his tongue, bass shaking the floor under his boots. The room pulsed with heat and sin, but none of it touched him. Then it came. A scent. Soft. Warm. Alive. It hit him so hard his chest tightened. His guards tensed as he sat forward, hair falling from his face. The noise faded. The crowd blurred. He followed the scent like it pulled him by the spine. A voice followed it. Gentle. Shy. Tinged with irritation. It slid through the room and wrapped around him like a tether. His eyes found her. Red hair cascading to her waist. Golden skin lit up by the neon glow. A camera at her side. She stood in a world she did not belong to, unaware of the predator watching her from the shadows. He begged her to turn. She did. Their eyes met, and her soft gasp shattered something inside him. For the first time in centuries, Dmitri Volkov felt his dead heart try to wake. * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

[18+] | smut warning "You're younger." "Doesn't change the fact that you are dripping wet for me." She said it was wrong. He proved it felt too good to care. He's her best friend's cousin. Sleeps across the hallway. Two years younger, and still knows how to make her bend. Moan. Beg. "Truth or dare?" he asks. "Dare." "Then don't make a sound while I fuck you." She said she wouldn't fall. But when his hand wraps around her throat and he growls, "I don't care who touched you before. You're mine now." She breaks.

(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

"What's Rae short for?" He continued before tossing his friend the keys to his car. When he unlocked it she noticed the matte black Trackhawk was in the same parking lot. "Wouldn't you like to know." She leaned against the door of her car realizing he wasn't ready to wrap up their conversation so quickly. He stood his ground with a smirk tucking both hands into his pockets. "I'm asking." He shrugged, playing off his curiosity. "What's Baby short for?" She returned the question hesitant to give him her name since she didn't know his. "Josiah." He didn't hesitate. The name fit him like a glove. "Raegan." She granted, through her doe eyes. ❃ She wasn't looking for love, neither was he, what they needed was healing, but love has a funny way of forcing itself into the mix. Both self-made and self-sustaining, these young entrepreneur's cursed themselves with tunnel vision for their futures. Raegan and Josiah were perfect strangers until they find their fates intertwined and their souls infatuated. From what was supposed to be a fun night on the town, into a whirlwind of lust, lies, and most importantly, love. Will they run from their undeniable chemistry or let love mend their wilting hearts? PLAYLIST LINK IN BIO!!!!

Hughes Brothers imagines, SFW + NSFW (Please read the warnings, smut chapters will have 18+ in the title and description, please adhere accordingly.) Crossposted to Tumblr under the same username | Written by me ©honeyslibrary

𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. 𝘈𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘰 𝘗é𝘳𝘦𝘻-𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘖𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳.