"Willow, wait." Blake's voice was rough, her breath coming in uneven gasps as my fingers unzipped her fly. "Before we go any further, this is your last chance to stop me." I frowned. "Why would I?" "Because if you let me take you now, you're mine. Forever." Her intense gaze burned into me. "And there will be no turning back." ==== Willow's life is a desperate rhythm of morning lectures, late-night shifts, a messy family, and counting every dollar just to make it through. Blake is her classmate, the girl everyone on campus fears. Some say she has ties to the Mafia, others claim she deals in things far worse. But one thing is certain. No one dares to mess with her because those who have ended up in the hospital. One night, on her way home after another exhausting shift, Willow finds Blake bleeding out on the street. Against every instinct, she helps her. But Blake, as it turns out, isn't the kind of person who lets debts go unpaid. When Willow's stepfather aggressively demands money from her, Blake steps in and handles it without hesitation. Now, questions haunt Willow. Who is Blake really? Are the rumors about her true? And most terrifying of all, why can't she stop thinking about her knowing that whatever burns between them is destined for destruction? Be careful this story contains: Profanity Smut Violence

"You aren't supposed to be here." the woman tells her. "Is your name on this damn bridge?" Vi bites back, not yet opening her eyes to regain focus. "I'm sorry but I really need this bridge to be alone and...if you could please leave, I'd appreciate it." the woman says, an accent so thick it might as well have clogged her throat. That's it. Vi opens her eyes and turns her head to get a good look at her. "Listen here you-" the words got caught in her throat at that moment, her initial thought and insult that sat on the tip of her tongue. Her grip on the railing unconsciously softened, unaware of how the tension had slowly started to slip away. The woman was so beautiful, Vi almost didn't want to jump. - modern au: where violet, a tired bartender, unexpectedly reunites with a former classmate the same night she was about to take her life.

Caitlyn Kiramman is a composed and brilliant Criminology professor at Piltover University - known for her impeccable lecture notes and ironed blazers. Her lectures are full, her students terrified and devoted. Then there's vi - Professor Violet. Lecturer of Political Science, revolutionary theories and chaos. She teaches from the hip, leads students protests, drinks coffee out of the thermoses with anarchist stickers and refuses to follow the rules - Rivals to Lovers - Slow trust building - Professional AU

a modern caitvi friends-with-benefits au. Vi is an underground pitfighter trying to make ends meet for her family, and Caitlyn Kiramman, a know-it-all rich girl, is dragged by Jayce Talis to one of Vi's fights. The two of them really couldn't be more different.

It all should've been easy for Angelica. Glowing skin, softball captain, and the happy, popular family of her classmates' envy -- practically the recipe for high school smooth sailing, right? Too bad the captivating cheerleading captain also has a habit of hanging around the girls' locker room after school. And too bad she just might be the one girl who can complicate everything. Angelica's life is beginning to look like her mom's old mixtape cassettes. On Side A, everything is going to plan. But turn over the tape to Side B and there is an unexpected mix of tracks Angelica is surprised to discover she might really love... But how long can she keep this double life a secret? {This story is a mature (18+) lesbian high school romance. Readers be advised that there are explicit sex scenes throughout the book.} Cover art by @ r.conches on Instagram

Ellie x Dina as rivals on cross town soccer teams AU - Sorry in advance for the funky cover 😻 this is cross posted on Ao3 :>

Vi took a step closer, voice teasing. "Why does it bother you, hmm?" Caitlyn hated how her heart sped up. She looked away, grumbling, "Because... because you're supposed to be loyal to me." Vi's smirk faltered slightly. Caitlyn crossed her arms tighter. "I mean-not that we ever had anything. But still! You-You can't just..." She trailed off, biting her lip. Vi studied her for a long moment. "Caitlyn." Caitlyn refused to meet her gaze. Vi sighed, softer now. "I'm single, okay?" Caitlyn swallowed. Vi hesitated before continuing. "But yeah, I... I do love someone." Caitlyn hiccupped, rubbing at her eyes furiously. Vi reached for her, concerned. "Caitlyn, why are you-" "I knew it!" Caitlyn blurted, voice wobbling. Vi blinked. "Knew what?" Caitlyn sniffled. "You do love someone! And-and now I have to compete with them?" Vi opened her mouth-then shut it, utterly baffled. "I-what?" Caitlyn grabbed Vi's hands. "Just-just love me instead!" ---- Caitlyn Kiramman has everything-fame, fortune, and a career that keeps the world watching. But with the spotlight comes danger, and when a series of anonymous threats escalate, her security team hires Violet, a former underground fighter with a no-nonsense attitude and a past she refuses to talk about. Violet is everything Caitlyn isn't-rough, unpredictable, and infuriatingly stubborn. From their first meeting, sparks fly, but not the good kind. Caitlyn finds her bodyguard impossible, while Violet sees Caitlyn as just another spoiled celebrity. But as danger looms closer, forced proximity turns tension into something neither of them expected-lingering touches, stolen glances, and a protectiveness that goes beyond duty. When Caitlyn is put in real danger, Violet will have to face the truth: guarding Caitlyn was never just a job. But in a world where Caitlyn shines brightest under flashing cameras and Violet prefers the shadows, can they find a way to stand together?