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.

All the world's a stage, and damn it if River isn't the star. It's a macabre business, but her work is artful. And now that she has a muse... Sebille is self-governed, steady as a hand on a knife on a throat. Control matters because control is all she has. When one ill-fitting creature sees itself in another just as estranged, tenderness blooms. Tenderness bleeds. Tenderness stains. Monsters are nurtured. --- narcissist orgcrime assassin x psychopath interpol operative dark romance. they're toxic lesbians and are obsessed with each other. their (physical) meet-cute is a tinder date where they pretend they both individually didn't engineer this encounter into happening. yeah they fuck (literal) AND fuck over everyone else (metaphor)! explicit scenes 18+ NSFW whatever

"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 really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

Seven years after the world fell to the Rotters, Ashwick has become a fragile haven: fences high, leaders polished, a town rebuilt on order and trust. But beneath the neat routines, something is wrong. People vanish, Questions are met with lies, and danger doesn't only claw from outside the walls. Mac Calder knows this better than anyone. Head of patrol, she's stoic, scarred, and untouchable, until the Quinn family arrives. For most, they're just newcomers. For Mac, Harper Quinn is a Compassionate, stubborn, and far too tempting, for someone like Mac, who swore she doesn't do feelings. Harper only wanted safety for her siblings. Instead, she's caught between a town with secrets, a world full of Rotters, and the pull of the one woman she definitely shouldn't want. Until the tension threatens to burn them both alive. In Ashwick, survival is everything. But between buried lies, hungry monsters, and a slow-burn sapphic desire neither can control, survival might not be enough, especially when gay panic hits harder than the end of the world. And remember: even at the end of the world, love is what remains.

"It's not that I don't want you doing this with me" she said closing her eyes tightly and putting her head back on the pillow as her hands gripped my waist. I put my hands on her chest as I kept moving my hips on her. "What is it then?" I asked her, trying my best to hold my moans in "it's the fact that your fucking.." she breathed heavily and tried to keep herself together so she can complete her sentence "..your fucking dad will kill me if he finds out about us having sex" I held her chin and kissed her lips "that's why we're not gonna tell him.." I said moving faster, her grip tightening on my hips "..it's gonna be our little secret" --- This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -use of weapons -Drugs, weed, alcohol etc. -murder and crimes

Skyler is a young woman who is forced to take care of her sick mother and after given an opportunity to babysit for a wealthy woman, she grows fond feelings for her immediately. An absent husband, two beautiful children and a beautiful woman put in her life, how will Skyler's story unfold?

"I need you to stop looking at me like that, Miss Daniels." The young woman's blood red lips were still parted as she spoke, her knuckles as white as ash as she gripped the edge of the table. The contractor smirked, knowing the affect she had on the woman that stood vertical from her as she packed her tools away. "I can't help it. If only I could tell you the things that run through my mind every single time I see you." "Tell me, then." Trigger warning; smùt, sexual abuse, Intersex, polygamy!!

What if Kara didn't turn out like people wanted? What if Supergirl killed? What if Kara was not like she's always been? Kara falls to earth after the death of her planet, lives with the Danvers, becomes Supergirl, and was like we knew her. But what if she was a little different? Kara is fed up with crime, with heros not doing what needs to be done, and her wimp of a cousin. she takes matters into her own hands and starts to fix the world. she'll do what's needed, what's nesscary for the world to prosper. she'll do what it takes to not let earth make the same mistakes as Krypton.

Olivia Carter, a preppy young woman, takes the plunge and leaves sunny Malibu for the gloomy streets of Seattle, hoping for a fresh start. She's juggling a low-paying gig at a start-up media company and helping out at her friend's café, but money is tight-thanks to student loans and the insane cost of living. So, in a moment of desperation, she decides to get a roommate. Enter River Jones. The last person Olivia would've ever chosen to live with. River's a wild, loud streamer who seems to have zero consideration for Olivia's sleep schedule. The late-night noise and chaotic streams make Olivia want to scream. What she doesn't know? River's actually a hugely successful streamer with a massive following. Now Olivia's stuck living with this wild, unfortunately sexy, unpredictable whirlwind of a woman... and it's starting to get real hard to ignore the tension. How long can these two keep their distance without everything coming to a head?