Everyone's biggest fear when falling in love with someone, is falling for who you 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 they were, instead of who they ARE.

𝒐𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 '𝒆𝒎.ᐣ 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅.ᐟ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖸𝗈𝗋𝗄 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗀𝗈. ㅤ ㅤ drill rappers 𝒙 multiple!ocs an 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 fanfiction. ©𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧 ─ 𝑻𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑻.ᐟ

"What colour of panties are you wearing?" "Excuse me?" She countered "I won't repeat the question again" "Red. They're red" she swallowed "Reach below your gown. Pull it. And hand it over to me" "Why would you want it? It's just a piece of material" she faltered. "They're yours. I want it simply because they're yours. You're aroused. So they're wet. They're going to be soaked with your juices. The very essence of you. I'm going to sniff it, lick it, all the while imagining that it's you, torturing myself until Saturday. The day I fuck you" ~♦||•♦•||♦~ In this erotic romance, Raven Edens is forced to accept an offer, to save her family's life. She's been a good girl her whole life, always took responsibility, always did what was right. Until the day she finds out, her father sold her family to the devil. literally. And she's the one who has to pay. These men were rich, ruthless, and fucking dangerous. If they wanted, they could make her entire family disappear from the face of the Earth. And to pay off her family's debts, she must give herself to the master, for 7 days, for he and the whole bloody organization to do whatever they wanted with her. seemed a small price to pay, for the billions her father owed right? but does she come out of this, the same? 7 days of the utimate sins. carnality was welcomed. Nothing was shunned out. Every fantasy, every desire was fed, explored, and she was the meal. RAVEN EDENS: "7 days of the utmost sins. I'm terrified! I'm surrendering to the unknown. I've never done that before. I exist on control. And to unleash that to someone else, is devastating. I'm afraid my body's going to shatter, or war and say it has needs. I'm afraid I can't keep my body in a tight leash, and under control, after this. One thing's sure though. I'm never going to remain the same again. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! & EXPLICIT SEX SCENES! (Also, there may be lots of swearing, sexual coercion & public sexual displays!)

sequel to katseye: silent desires manon and daniela had it good - easy love, steady jobs, and a life that just "worked". until a few pictures ruined everything. overnight, their names were everywhere. gossip, scandal, questions they couldn't answer. the trust between them? shaky at best. they still cared - maybe even loved each other - but things weren't the same. and while they were trying to hold it all together, one truth remained: they didn't know who took the photo. but the person behind it? a lot closer than they think. tw: mature scenes og publish date: 8 july 2025

𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗞 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗． 𝐨𝐨𝐨． a girl born into riches, and a poor negro boy with a dark secret. ⤷ @nottiosama. 60's trope.

The grass is not always greener on the other side...

"Forever, no matter what?" I asked him. "Forever, no matter what." Started 07/12/21 Finished 07/25/21 *dont readddd pls*

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved