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𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦? (series)

(synopsis…) 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 - 𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙺𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝙵𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽 ❝You're a hard man to love and I'm. A hard woman to keep track of. You like to rage, don't do that. You want your way, you make me so mad❞

○○○ Y/N Heyward is Pope Heyward's younger sister. Growing up, She was always surrounded by his friends, John B, JJ, and Kiara, who are like her extended family now, While her brother and his friends are known for their daring adventures, Despite her young age, she's wise beyond her years and often serves as a moral compass for her friends and family. She is also a bit shy and introverted, preferring to spend her time with close friends or curled up with a good book. Y/N has never felt the need to join in on their wild escapades (until now), preferring to support her brother and friends from the sidelines. This never diminished her love and loyalty to her family and friends, though. Her sweetness and innocence have always made her a beloved figure on the island.

○○○ Rafe first saw Y/N when it was a hot summer day, He was lounging by the his familes private dock, nursing a hangover. He spotted John B. coming in from a day of work on the Cameron's yacht. With him was a her, She was carrying a basket of freshly washed towels for the boat, her face flushed from the heat. Rafe found himself captivated by her innocence and purity, so different from the usual crowd he hung out with. He was drawn to her kindness and empathy, characteristics that were starkly absent in his own personality.

°. *࿐ ━ 𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀

°. *࿐ ━ 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!

○○○ Strong language, sexual/suggestive content, angst, violence, dubcon, underaged drinking, substance abuse, toxic relationship, age gap, verbal abuse, obsession and stalking.

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!

○○○ Copyright ⓒ 2023 / All Rights Reserved. This work may not be duplicated, translated, or copied in any way. Please do not steal.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑!

○○○ I do not own Rafe Cameron or any of the OBX characters. I don't own the plot of this series since it follows the plot of outer banks.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒!

○○○ Unless so stated, all of the graphics in the series were made by myself. Please don't try to steal or plagiarize my story or the graphics

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄!

○○○ Hi... So, you may have noticed that I have a new story brewing after you've been left to tenderly babysit the last one for a few months. You're probably thinking, "Really? Another one? Doesn't this author know the definition of 'focus'?"

But I don't so...

Stay tuned, and stay patient.

king ! eren x princess y/n

summary: king eren whisking neglected princess away (wc: 2129)

warnings: smut/nsfw

imagine being the forgotten princess, the fifth child and second daughter of the king. ignored by the rest of the kingdom and your family. you've never had the natural gifts and ability to learn like your elder siblings have, like your older perfect sister who's loved by everyone for being the ideal child even though she's a girl.

your hairs not as shiny as hers, your voice isn't as soothing and angelic, your steps aren't as elegant. your father pays no attention to you, your siblings act like you're a burden. although you're covered in diamonds and jewels, you're barely treated above a servant.

so when a foreign king comes to visit and requests a bride, everyone knows it's going to be your sister he picks. it was only the right choice. she would be the perfect bride and leader. so imagine everyone's sheer disbelief when he approaches you, ignoring all the shocked eyes on him as he hands you a bouquet of flowers.

you who knows nothing about what it takes to be royalty, you who notably pales in comparison to your sister. at first you want to say no, for fear you'll get strangled in your sleep later that night by your older sibling but it's obvious you can't. not when a powerful king is requesting for your hand in marriage. your father would exile you right then and there for embarrassing the family name so hugely.

so you say yes, the nerves threatening to eat you up as he takes your hand, his booming voice echoing off the walls as he says some words to the crowd before you.

you're whisked away to his kingdom a week later. thank goodness because you couldn't bare to see the hatred and jealously in your sisters eyes any longer, jealously you never thought she would hold against you. she doesn't bid you farewell when you leave, no does really. your father only grunts, telling you not to embarrass him and to get 'bred' quickly.

you don't know if you'll ever see them again. maybe if the king—your husband permits it but you doubt your family would want to be in your presence any longer than they have had to since you were born.

you're nervous on your wedding night. petrified after the ceremony as your husband takes your hand and walks you to his chambers. surprisingly there's no one else in here to make sure the consummation is valid. different land, different customs and traditions you guess. you haven't really spoken to him since that day a week ago, you don't know anything about him or his kingdom other than the fact he's ridiculously handsome and a good king to his people.

you watch as he takes off his crown, running his fingers through his brown locks before looking at you. "you look beautiful, your majesty." his deep voice says, his green eyes boring into yours.

it's hypnotic. the way he looks at you, the way he speaks to you. you don't recall a single moment in your life where someone looked at you with such a gaze. you've never known what it felt like to be desired.

"you too." you try not to stutter, hands fidgeting with your wedding dress.

you're soon going to be naked. you both are. you try not to let your anxiety show buts it's pointless. he walks closer, taking your hands into his calloused ones. they're huge, warrior hands...showing how much he's been out on that battlefield...those hands are soon going to be roaming over your body.

"do not be afraid."

"yes, your majesty." you breathe out.

"please, call me eren."

"i can't possibly call you that, your highness." your breath hitches as he pulls your sleeve down, revealing your bare shoulder. you've never been taught how to please someone in the bedroom, your mother never being around to guide you through the requirements of being a bride and it's not like anyone else in that kingdom treated you like you mattered.

his soft lips kiss your shoulder, your hands are shaking at this point, not sure what to do. "you can." he smiles, the sight almost causing your knees to wobble. "and you will. soon enough."

he moves behind you to untie the strings of your dress, his fingers ghosting against your skin ever so slightly. you're startled when he starts to kiss your neck, relishing in the little whimpers escaping your lips. "why did you choose me...eren?" you ask breathlessly.

you know it's not right to question a king but you couldn't help it. out of everyone, why you?

his hands move to your stomach once your dress has fallen down, roaming over your body before going down to your most sensitive area.

"you captivated me." he answers. "and i knew you would make the most beautiful sounds in the bedroom." you can feel the smirk on his lips as his fingers rub your clit.

you whimper, head lolling back to look at him. you don't know where the sudden bravery came from but you want to kiss him. your lips touch briefly before he deepens it, hand holding the back of your head as his lips bruise yours. he’s a great kisser, you wonder how many other women he's bedded before settling on you. you're on the silk sheets by the time your eyes open, his head in between your thighs. "w-what are you—" a sharp moan cuts you off. your own voice.

your head arches against the bed, fingers clenching the sheets as his tongue dips past the—the— you're not sure how to describe it. you've never even heard of a king doing this—of anyone doing this to anyone. and goodness it feels euphoric. "e-eren!" you groan as he devours your wetness in messy slurps, tongue circling around your clit as he laps like a dog in heat.

he smushes his face in deeper to the dripping heat and you have no choice but to grab at his hair, fingers clenching at the brown locks as you writhe beneath him. "y-your majesty! oh god."

he picks up one of your legs, dropping it over his shoulder so he can get closer to your cunt. the wet noises in the room embarrass you but you can't get over how good he's making you feel. never have you ever imagined...thought that—you scream as he buries two fingers inside of you, curling them instantly to stroke your walls.

he's still using his tongue, it's lapping at the constant wetness falling out of you. the squelch his fingers drive out of you with every movement only intensifies the moans you're letting loose. "can't wait to feel you around my cock, your highness." he says so calmly, like that wasn't absolutely vulgar.

a hard suck at your clit tears any rational thinking apart, you scream again, hands clenching around the sheets. "s—so much, eren."

"you're already shivering just from this. i can't imagine for when i'm inside of you, my queen."

you're already inside. you want to say but no words form, the pleasure too intense for you to speak. he gives a few more licks before leaning up, his eyes staring down at yours. "you look gorgeous." he breathes out, panting a bit.

you were trembling, eyes lidded and lips parted as you nodded, not sure what to say.

his torture lasts a few minutes longer, bringing you to the brink of hyperventilation before he lets go of your legs. you're trembling, hands hurting from the constant hold you had on the sheets, drool forming in the corner of your mouth as you try to take even breaths. you're a wreck and the consummation hasn't even been done yet.

"are you ready, my queen?"

you open your eyes, blinking the tears away as you stare at him...or well at...that area. his cock is hanging out, bouncing as he moves closer. it's thick and long and veiny and holy crap, is that even going to fit? you nod slowly.

your eyes travel up to his muscled arms that are now caging you in, his green eyes right above yours and you have to hold back a gasp at how mesmerizing they are. he's so pretty. you never really noticed that before. you've always known the king was an attractive man but pretty was never a word in your vocabulary when it came to him. "i'm ready, my king." you breathe out.

he grabs the oil from the side, applying it on himself before his cock presses against your entrance, teasing it a bit before entering.

it's surprisingly easy.

you thought it would hurt and although you certainly feel the burn, it doesn't make you want to push him off in pain.

you want it.

your legs begin to shake from the feel of it, nails digging into the mattress. he notices, taking your hand and putting it around his neck. "i want to see your marks on me tomorrow, y/n." he says breathlessly and you nod stupidly.

he goes further in before the head of his cock finally pops past your cunt. you whimper as he settles deeper and deeper, stretching you so wide more tears form.

a final thrust is all that's needed for his balls to slap against you. you cry out at the sensation that immediately takes over you, choking on your saliva as you cum, eyes rolling up and back arching. it lasts a few seconds and you're not exactly sure what the hell just happened when you come down from your high. it had barely begun and you already...you quickly look up. "your highness, i'm so sorry!"

he was supposed to release first, not you. you're so damn useless—"don't apologize." he chuckles. "this night is all about you y/n."

it is?

before you can speak, he's moving again. this time more ferociously than ever before, punching the noises out of you as you're forced to stretch for him. it's like he's getting bigger with every thrust. you never expected for a princess to be treated like this. you thought it would be a quick night, him releasing into you after a few minutes then you would both go to sleep. you didn't expect that he would be..fucking you like a...like those vulgar words you once saw in your brothers book. with every slap, slap, slap of his balls hitting your ass, the arousal in your stomach grows.

you're oversensitive, loud cries spilling out of you. cries that only seem to egg eren on as he pounds into you, forcing your legs against your chest. "my king—ah—i can't...it's—ah!"

"you look so beautiful."

you highly doubt that with the drool slipping down the side of your mouth, you can't swallow properly with the way you're crying on his cock. you've quickly been turned into a dripping wet mess, vastly different from the poised princess a few moments before. "too much." you moan.

"you can take it, my queen."

the louder your cries, the rougher he gets. his eyes stare down at you so intensely, watching every move and tremor but you can't bring myself to feel self conscious. the obscene squelching noises seem to be hidden under your moans now. it goes on for a while, you hug him tighter, mind turning blank with every rough movement as the king makes you into his little drooling mess.

you sound like a...a whore, you know you do. but you can't help it.. you never knew pleasure like this ever existed. never would have imagined a powerful king would take you in as his bride and ravish you until you could barely speak.

you lace your fingers with his as your cries only get more intense. he keeps drilling into you, this time whispering into your ears. sweet nothings of how you're safe now, how nothing will ever hurt you and how he'll take care of you.

his words get more obscene overtime, he talks about how he's going to breed you with his heirs, how full you're going to be, how he's going to ravish you all night, ruin you for anyone else and turn you into his dumb little—a word you'd rather not repeat. being praised for how well you open up, for how responsive you are.

but one sentence catches your attention more than the others. he speaks on how you're going to be the most perfect queen in all the lands.

and although being queen is never something you ever really thought about.

you like that idea very much.

of being his queen, baring his children and coming back here every night for him to ruin you.

that's something you don't mind at all really.

Last Summer, Felix Catton x fem!reader

Description: (Name) is invited to spend her last month before her Masters Degree at SaltBurn. But little does she realise how easily tensions can rise between two best friends.

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─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ tethered⠀ 〳 ⠀ geto suguru & kenjaku ‵

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀( synopsis ) your husband has been acting quite strange lately.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, husband!geto suguru, soft!geto, mentions of geto being a musician, i think in this geto gives off hozier vibes when it comes to being a musician, yes i describe geto as having tattoos cause who going to stop me, geto calls reader pumpkin bc it's cute (thanks alfie), sick man kenjaku, i mean geto is like briefly mentioned, so does this make this a kenjaku thing idk, partner swapping, siri play she knows by j.cole, spit kink, choking kink (but nothing too extreme), missionary position, marking kink, brief mention of oral (f.receiving), overstimulation, breeding kink, inspired by jordan peele's 'us', wc: 1.9k, minors dni !

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YOUR HUSBAND WAS COMPLETELY BREATHTAKING. The way his long black hair fell down his back in the morning when the sun was playing peek-a-boo through the curtains of your condo. Some days you found yourself tugging on those strands of hair when he took comfort between your thighs and was eager to taste you on his tongue like a piece of sweet candy. It was breathtaking how the tattoos that imprinted his skin caused your heart to skip. Especially the one behind his ear that was your initials. The cute nickname of pumpkin he would call you when he peppered your face with soft subtle kisses, the scent of him causing you to be intoxicated while giggles bounce from the back of your throat.

How gentle he was with your puppy Doberman Abel because he thought a puppy was perfect practice for a child. The way he would strum his guitar in the living room while humming a lyric from a song he had written. While also claiming he needs a quick kiss on his lips to help his creative juices flow. Your husband was like a prince charming written by a lovesick author. You couldn't ask for another husband. 

But lately, he's been acting strange.

He was coming home later than usual. He's been forgetting about date nights. His touch just became cold. You expected he was cheating, like any other partner who could feel their soulmate tugging away from them. On nights when you thought it would be perfect for doing random pops-up at the studio, he would be there when you waltz into his studio—alone, strumming his guitar and jolting down music lyrics. When he sees you, that twinkle in his eyes you knew so well lit up.

Maybe, you were overthinking.

You confided in his best friend. You were questioning if he's been noticing anything strange about Geto. No one knew him better than his best friend, Gojo Satoru.

"We went out drinking the other night, and he was his usual self. He was so excited about finishing up his album. You know how he gets when the label pushes him to wrap up a song or something." Satoru would exclaim.

That was true. Suguru’s manager has been a bit pushy about the deadline for his sophomore album.

You were overthinking. Your heart settled back to normal as the thoughts of your husband's strange behavior went away. Geto's touch no longer felt like a touch that felt like it was from a stranger. His kisses went back to feeling like you were on cloud nine.

Or so you thought?

Suguru was an excellent kisser. His kisses started soft and subtle. Like a quick peck just to see what lip gloss flavor you were wearing for the day. Then they got eager, like he had to get one quick kiss before getting tugged away for something. He'll pull you close. He'll let his large hands grasp your body like you were the most delicate doll ever. Finally, he'll strike. He'll let his lips drag across your jawline while his fingertips trace your waistline. He wanted you to beg for you to slip his hand into the comfort of your bottoms.

But for some reason, Suguru didn't even let you beg for him to feel how badly you wanted him. His hand instantly climbed into your bottoms as he was on top of you. Through the rough kissing, you could hear him let out a sigh of satisfaction. He completely indulged in the pool of wetness in between your thighs, and you eagerly spread them further apart to give him room.

You winced at the feeling of him biting your lower lip, not even having enough time to react to the pinch of blood that drew from your plush lips. Suguru took it upon himself to let his tongue lick up the blood on your lip as he was aching to taste you. 

In the back of your mind, you wondered what had gotten into your husband. The two of you did have a couple of drinks tonight during dinner, but that never had him acting too brutish. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it; the only thing you could do was indulge in his newest sexual ways. Especially when your slick was staining his guitar-playing fingertips as your fingers grasped at his hair to tug out the black scrunchie holding his hair out his face. Your fingers glide through the strands of silk, occasionally tugging at it to gain a groan from him. 

Clothes begin to vanish from your bodies with each passing second. You could hear your heart thump against your chest each time Suguru placed a kiss on your neck, which turned into nibbles. Your skin grew hotter, feeling the swelling of the hickey that formed upon your neck. Your kiss-bruised lips gasped apart when the two of you finally became one. Perfect-manicured nails pierced at Suguru’s tattooed skin feeling his cock stretch you out. His callous fingertips brush against your waist, cooing softly in that voice that makes you feel lightheaded. On a regular night, he always comforted you at a time like this. He consistently mumbled delicate words of praise like a sweet tune on a Sunday morning while his thick cock was barely inside you. 

Once again, you didn’t know what had gotten into your husband. He tugged you closer, and his hips pushed forward, bullying his cock into your drooling cunt that twitched in anticipation due to his sudden movement. He let out a hiss as if it was his first time feeling you clasp around his hardened member. His eyes traveled down to admire how your face scrunched up in pure bliss. His lips curled into a smirk before he rolled his hips at a rhythmic pace that drove the both of you insane. If only you knew. 

If only you knew the despicable deal, your husband made for the price of fame. 

You had lost track of time while the only thing that echoed in your eardrums was the lewd sound of skin slapping against each other. Geto decorated your skin with so many markings that you mentally lost count. Your breath hitched in your throat as you could feel the fiery pit in your stomach. You were so close to cumming; frankly, you didn't want it to stop. Your nails dragged across his skin like a teacher would do to a chalkboard to get her students' attention. Your tears blinded your sight, and your brain was in complete mush. Your thoughts kept spinning back to why your husband was fucking you like this? Your Suguru never let his hips ram into you so aggressively. His kisses never were so stern that they made you feel abhorred.

As if he read your mind, his hand went up to grasp at the headboard that was colliding against the wall. The sound distracted him from not only your cute whithers of a name that wasn't his but the voice in his head of the other man screaming at him to stop, that this wasn't a part of the deal.

"I'm fuckin' you like this because you're mine."

You felt like your lower half exploded when that phrase fell from his lips, letting out a long, drastic cry of pleasure. Although your drooling cunt fluttered around his cock—he wasn't finished with you yet. Your eyes looked at your husband, above you, with a look you never gave him before. It was a look with so many questions you were too exhausted to search for the answers. You watched him stick his index and middle finger inside his mouth before letting it tiptoe between your sweat-coated bodies. His fingers rubbed at your clit, and his grin grew even more sinister, watching you attempt to slither from his cock, tapping at that one spot that caused your toes to curl.

"Go ahead, let it all out." He coos while his strokes slow down to mimic your pants.

The blood rushed to his face quickly, causing his cheeks to crimson. His strands of hair stuck to his forehead due to the sweat droplets that decorated it, and it finally hit him that he was at his boiling point. He was so close to filling you up. Because you were his, you were his, not that lousy musician. Soon, he couldn't control himself. His hips were bucking forward like a hormonal college student that just gotten his first whiff of pussy. With a hushed groan of your name, he cums quickly, and it is so much of it. Thick ropes of cum spill out of you with each exhausted and sloppy thrust from the man you call your husband, Suguru. A complete mess stained the sheets before his body plops down next to you. His cock went limp, and his brain was still egging him on for more (or was that the voices in his head?).

Your face was buried into the crook of Suguru's neck while exhaustion finally washed over your body. You could feel him place a kiss on the crown of your head as you cuddle up against him some more. Your body is completely marked up and leaking with his cum. You didn't even have enough energy to utter I Love you like you usually do after sex with him.

"Sleep well, pumpkin, and I love you too." You heard your husband say before your eyes fluttered closed.

The following morning, as you were standing in front of the mirror in your bathroom, your mind replayed the events from last night. That wasn't your husband. That wasn't the man you said I do to. But he looked like your husband. He looked like Suguru. His touch didn't feel like Suguru's, though. But it was him, right? He called you by that nickname that had you giggling when it flew out his mouth. Pumpkin.

Your fingertips delineate alongside the bite marks and hickeys on your soft flesh. Suguru never marked you up like this. He would always say—he didn't need to decorate your body with marks to prove that you were his. His demeanor and his words confirmed it.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of damp arms wrapping around your waist. You are so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t even notice your husband has finished showering. The water droplets stained the t-shirt that belonged to him while his grasp on you grew tighter. His lips kiss the artwork he created on your neck the previous night, and the scent of his shampoo tickles your nose. With each second, the kisses on your neck grew rougher, and below in your panties—grew damper.

"Suguru, not right now. I have work soon, and you must go to the studio to wrap up your album." Your words come up as an ached whisper, not wanting to cave in his sexual favors this morning.

Your eyes shifted closed when you felt his teeth nibble at the sensitive spots on your neck, and his hand disappeared in your underwear. Your eyes soon snapped open when you heard a voice that didn't sound like Suguru. It was more sinister. Bone-chilling. Menacing.

"Who's Suguru?"

Your eyes looked into the mirror, and you felt your stomach create the most unappealing knots. Your heart felt like it was bashing at your chest so aggressively that it was trying to escape from your body.

As you stared at the man in the mirror who was grasping at your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, and the most devilish smirk on his face, you knew you should have gone with your gut.  The stitch lines on his forehead were as disturbing as the thought that you didn't sleep with Suguru last night.

"Kenjaku."

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Betrothed (Gladiator!Eren Jaeger x Princess!Reader)

{Part 1 of my Mystical Realm AU Masterlist}

Summary: Eren Jaeger is a gladiator with the stage name ‘Titan’ who wins your hand and defends your honor in a match against the rival kingdom of your land.

Word Count: 3k

TW: Blood, Violence, Arranged Marriage, Fainting, Creepy Step-Father, Lots of Commas

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