Killing Me Softly is a dark, sapphic, age-gap erotic thriller of power, surrender, and the dangerous pull of obsession. A birthday trip to the infamous Club Lilith was supposed to be a one-night rebellion for Avery, a taste of a world far from her quiet life. She never expected to catch the eye of the club's enigmatic owner, Victoria. Elegant, powerful, and ruthless, Victoria deals in a very particular form of justice outside the law. When she sets her sights on Avery, she doesn't just pursue her - she unravels her. Seduced into a shadowy world where obsession is a weapon and morality is blurred, Avery is forced to confront a terrifying question: how far will she go for a woman who might save her, or destroy her?

"I've decided that you are now my puppy!" "One, I'm a werewolf. And two, I'm not yours." Her soft smile changed into a sinful grin as she stepped forward, tilting her head as she stared down the teen glaring up at her with her sharp, cold dark blue eyes. Her favorite color. "My puppy." ••• Monday Addams. Cold, possessive, demanding, and a sadistic little psycho who's far worse than her twin sister, Wednesday. And once she sets her eyes on something, she would do anything to have it. No matter what. Fem! Addams oc x Intersex! werewolf oc Season 1- in progress Wednesday fanfic

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.

["You can walk away right now. Or..." She stood there, breathing a little too evenly, her eyes flickering between the door and me. Then, after what felt like a full minute, she turned- And walked away. My heart sank. I looked down, trying to ignore the sting of disappointment. It's fine. I shouldn't have- Before I could react, Valeria had spun back around, grabbed me, and pushed me into the locker room, the door clicking shut behind us. Her hands found my waist, pressing me against the door, and her mouth crashed into mine...] 🥇 txs (23. Sep. 25.) 🥈 gxg (23. Sep. 25.) 🥇 woman (10. Dec. 25.) Abigail Moore is beginning her senior year, balancing the heavy burdens of a difficult home life while fiercely protecting her younger brother and maintaining top grades. She has sworn off relationships thinking they only lead into pain. Valeria Garcia, in her first year of teaching, is determined to keep a distance from her students, haunted by a past and sleepless nights. Yet, one student in particular proofs difficult to stay away from. (As this is my first story and I have noone to proofread I used AI to run over my chapters and help me at some parts)

𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓. 𝑼𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔 - 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 - 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔. 🥇#1 writing 🥇#1 Sapphic 🥇#1 syndicate 🥇#1 girlongirl 🥇#1 gxgbooks

Elowyn Gray likes her world quiet, predictable, and safe. As an autistic young woman who builds her life around routine, she's never expected-or wanted-anything to change. But when a chance encounter with the enigmatic CEO Ms. Monroe sends a flicker through her carefully guarded calm, Elowyn finds herself crossing paths with the woman again and again. Warmth becomes confusion. Distance becomes awareness. And every accidental brush of hands sends an unfamiliar thrill through her, making her unsure if she should explore it a little further... or run away completely.

Have you ever wondered what would happen if someone from a Lovecraftian world got isekai'd into another world built on Lovecraftian themes? Well, it's absolute chaos. Meet Alaric, a human(questionably) survivor of the madness and chaos caused by a certain crawling chaos, who, thanks to the kindness of a certain bubble daddy, got isekai'd into a "fake it till you make it" world. What will he do in this strange new world? Climb the ladder of power to become that impossible god unless you're just a pawn of a certain Russian priest or a certain goth mommy? Or become a Cheshire cat, leaping onto a 4D chessboard to disrupt the schemes and mind games of these bizarre folks? For Alaric, it's not a tough choice. But before he picks either path, he must, of course, uphold the time-honored tradition of isekai'd victims(questionably) that forms the foundation of this world. What's that tradition? Keeping a diary. --- [Alaric's Transmigration Diary] [Day 1: I encountered Amon. Used a special technique to summon a projection of the Ancient Sun God, who personally delivered a heavy slap to Amon. Hope Amon appreciates this weighty paternal affection.] [Day 2: I received an invitation from the Aurora Order. Told them I want it all... looks, brains, and combat prowess... and invited them to join my newly founded Joker Club.] [Day 3: I met Leonard and acknowledged Gramps Pallez. Declined Leonard's enthusiastic suggestion for the old man to move in with me, as I'd rather not have a old man critiquing my every move, even in private moments.] [Day 4: I told Klein I plan to pray to a deity named The Fool. Watched his eyes widen in shock and kindly offered him some eye drops.] [Day 5: I listened to Medici perform a two-hour comedy routine. Suggested he go professional and invited him to share a meal.] . . . [Day 666: I fully absorbed a certain crawling chaos fragment within me. From now on, I am the Fifth Pillar.]

Various!Record of Ragnarok x reader ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Why do you hate the gods, Lady [Name]?" He had expected her face to contract in anger when he worded the question. Rage, resentment, animosity - anything of the like. But Hermes was instead met with a vacant smile. Her eyes void of any emotion. "Because you do not know the feeling of loss, and yet you take." ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Four years", she told herself. Four years had passed since the war. Four years since the people of Erilea had fought the Valg King and his forces and stood victorious. "It's over", she told herself. But she could not deny that some of those scars had yet to heal - and a small part of her wondered if they ever would. The queen looked over the horizon, at the land of sun-bleached cliffs and white-capped seas, of cascading waterfalls and flowing rivers. Looked at the home she had so vigorously fought to protect, to nurture. Looked at this land of beauty and wonder, and at the constructions of the city that were almost complete, as the locals merrily flocked the streets. Looked at Terrasen; her home. Her kingdom. "It's over," she repeated. However, destiny must have not aligned with her will because not long after a mysterious figure appeared at the palace gates, requesting her to participate in a tournament that would decide the fate of humanity. She felt inclined to say no. But the valkyrie's next words made her reconsider. "The gods wish to end humanity." And an opportunity like never before presented itself. A chance to punish those divine beings that had wronged her and her people. To exact revenge for what they had done to her world. The queen accepted.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

Princess Yasmin's hand caught my chin. Then- Her lips crashed onto mine. My eyes snapped open. The cold sweetness of the nectar mingled with warmth - hers, mine, impossible to tell anymore. Her mouth coaxed mine open further, taking back what I had stolen. Slowly. Thoroughly. Not a rush. A reclamation. Her lips moved with such control it made my knees weaken. It wasn't just a kiss - it was a statement. You don't win against me. My body tensed, trapped between wall and woman - royalty and rebellion. Her fingers slowly slid from my jaw then to my throat, brushing the skin there like she owned it. Her other hand planted firmly beside my head, holding me there, commanding. I didn't resist. I couldn't. Every movement of her lips was deliberate - drawing out the flavor, the heat, the punishment. She didn't let a single drop escape. I melted into her kiss. Or maybe I burned. Her tongue flicked the roof of my mouth. She tasted the last hint of sweetness and didn't stop. I let out a muffled sound - somewhere between a gasp and a groan. She finally pulled back, barely an inch, breath grazing my lips. Her chest rose and fell against mine, both of us unsteady, caught in the aftermath. "You think you're clever," she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes darkened in a way I'd never seen before. I blinked, still stunned, lips parted. "You're not," she said, lips brushing mine again - featherlight. Then she stepped away. Just like that. Back straight, chin high - as if nothing had just happened. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." Story Description: The Shadow Reaper - born of vengeance, trained to kill, untouched by mercy. Until she meets Princess Yasmin - beautiful, calculating, and dangerously in control. A cold-blooded assassin and a calculating princess collide in a battle of power, desire, and control-where every kiss is a challenge and surrender is the deadliest sin.