karina knows she hates it when she plays with her heart --- warnings: 18+ smut, angst, toxic elements, men are mentioned, slight dubcon, unprotected sex, reader uses she/her/hers; inspired by escape from la by the weeknd

ꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴇ ɢᴀꜱᴘᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀᴛᴀʀᴀ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ʜᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜰ, ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴜɢɢɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀꜱʜ. "ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʀᴜʟᴇ," ᴀᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀᴇᴅ, ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛ ʙʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʟᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. "ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ." ꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʀᴀᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʀɪʙꜱ. "ʏ-ʏᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀ'ᴀᴍ," ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴍᴍᴇʀᴇᴅ. ᴀ ʜᴜᴍ ᴠɪʙʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴛᴀʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ, ʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ, ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴀꜱᴘ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ... ꜱʜᴇ ɪɴʜᴀʟᴇᴅ, ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ ꜱᴘɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀɪʙʙᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴇ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ. ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙʀɪᴇꜰʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜰ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴅʀᴇᴡ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. "ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ?" ᴀᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ, ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛɪʟᴛɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏꜱɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴛʏ. ɪᴄᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏᴅᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴇ'ꜱ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ. ɪ'ᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ꜰᴜᴄᴋ.

Foster sisters Ain't that a cockblocker? Bethany doesn't trust anyone. Chloe doesn't need anyone. So naturally, the universe puts them in the same house. Bethany is all sharp smiles and sharper exits - a girl who leaves before she can be left. Chloe is controlled, calculated, painfully composed - the kind of girl who built walls so well she almost believes she doesn't have a heart behind them. They take one look at each other and decide: absolutely not. Every conversation turns into a standoff. Every shared space feels like a territorial dispute. Every silence hums with tension thick enough to choke on. Bethany thinks Chloe is rigid and self-righteous. Chloe thinks Bethany is chaos in human form. Oil and water. Match and fuse. And neither of them plans on backing down. Because when you're forced into the same house with someone who mirrors all the things you hate about yourself - it's not just uncomfortable. It's war.

The seduction dripped off of her tongue, just like I desired to be, her low voice entrancing me with the dangerously sadistic melodies of a siren song, with the most terribly sinful lyrics. "I could kill you right now, Angel." She inched closer towards me. "Right here," she said, her eyes raking over my body, sizing me up, slowly. The lustful grey in them soon lifted back up, intimidating mine. Her harsh words screamed murderous intent, but the look in her eyes whispered a different kind of sin. I couldn't tell whether my breath hitched at her cruel threat, or the yearning pulse between my... She interrupted my stream of consciousness, poisoning it with every still second, keeping her gaze on mine as her depraved hand reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ──────────────────── No one ever says it out loud. What she really is. Dangerous. Heartless. Merciless. A murderer. Everyone knows it. And now, she's in control. There's only so many people who kill their way to the top and get away with it. But there are things far more dangerous than power. Things not only worth killing for, but dying for. Seduction. Obsession. Love? Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one reckless enough to question her. To stand too close. To look too long. Unfortunately for Angeline, sin itself was designed to allure. Some urges were never meant to be denied, and resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. But resisting falling in love may be even harder, especially with someone she wasn't sure was even capable of such a feeling... Hopefully 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 angel doesn't fall and break her wings. 𝑂𝑢𝑐ℎ． ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ #1 in lesbian (October 2025)

I wished she would look at me more.... More of a woman than her study..... Every fortnight, her hold over my waist grounds me as she injects the drug into my veins... My body is her vessel, the vessel to test out her manufactured drugs... But each night that passes I teather closer to the line...the line to seduce her ... I badly want her to take me... I want her to fuck me liike she owns me.. I want her to make me feel But how could that happen when she killed my brother....

(fem!oc x Kuina)

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 | 18+ A Sapphic Enemies to Lovers Romance 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 has slept with enough men to know one thing for certain. She absolutely does not enjoy it. Unfortunately, it's a little late to figure that out now that she's built a campus reputation as the girl who never says no. After another painfully awkward hookup, Viella finally admits the truth to her best friend, Starlette, that she's never actually felt anything with a man. What starts as a half joking suggestion from her best friend quickly turns into a plan. If Viella wants answers, there's one person on campus who could give them. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲. Cocky, charming, and infamous for being the campus heartbreaker, Kaia is exactly the kind of person Viella needs for a one night experiment. Getting one night with Kaia should be simple for someone with Viella's reputation. There's just one problem. Kaia Presley is the only person on campus who seems completely immune to Viella and is uninterested in being anyone's experiment. Now Viella finds herself doing something much worse than experimenting. Trying to make Kaia Presley want her. And the more Kaia ignores her, the more Viella realizes she might not want just one night after all. What starts as a simple test of curiosity quickly spirals into something much more complicated, leaving Viella questioning not only her desires, but who she really is. 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 has a reputation. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 has a warning label. Content Warning: This story contains mature themes including sexual content, strong language, alcohol/party environments, and discussions of sexuality and identity through humor and character development. Reader discretion is advised.

Y/N Moretti Baek is an independent music producer whose name quickly rose in the industry after she produced one of The Weeknd's hit songs. The track's massive success cemented her reputation as a visionary behind the soundboard. When Abel Tesfaye stepped into the spotlight as an actor in the HBO drama series The Idol, Y/N was already working behind the scenes once again. This time producing several tracks for the show's official soundtrack. It was during one of those late-night recording sessions that she first met Jennie Kim inside the recording booth, unaware that the encounter would mark the beginning of something neither of them expected.

Y/n know she isn't the best at keeping it in her pants. She never cheated, God no, but she would either switch partner when she get bored or have multiples hook up. What happen when a certain Canadian don't let her get what she wants? And that certain Canadian end up being her boss G!p intersex reader

Adrienne Brookes is a highschool senior with a sharp tongue and a talent for trouble. Her sarcasm is a shield, one she learned to wield early, because surviving her home life means never letting anyone see too much. And Adrienne has secrets. More than she can carry. But one slip in her carefully crafted mask is all it takes for Ivy Adair, her cold and calculating psychology teacher, to notice the cracks. Ivy is the last person Adrienne should trust, and the only one she can't seem to stay away from. Wanting distance is easy. Keeping it is impossible. ‼️ GAY ‼️ SEXUAL CONTENT ‼️ ABUSE AND VIOLENCE - There will not be warnings in individual chapters. This book is for mature audiences only. Do not read if sensitive to the above content.