A dark romance story. Cheryl Blossom is a new college student at the University of Nevada in Las Vegas. She's 18, a college freshmen in a completely new state, town, and living quarters. Her family, especially the women, expects her to fail. None of her family went to college, they were all arranged into marriages at the age of 18. That's not Cheryl's story though. Cheryl wants to be someone, have a life, a girlfriend, maybe even a kid or two, she'll survive on her own. She doesn't need her homophobic, misogynist "family". What she doesn't know, is that soon she'll need a certain older woman. Specifically, her 38 year old professor. Antoinette 'Toni' Topaz has been a college professor for over 10 years. Every year is the same, a new class comes, a new class leaves. This routine is normal for her. Toni goes to class, goes home, and repeats it the next day. Over and over, year after year, class after class, this stays the same. Until...class of 2028...You see, this class is different. Why? Because Cheryl Blossom is in it. • Age gap love (20 year age gap) • Sexual content • Dark romance themes • All characters belong to the show Riverdale, this is a fanfic This story is intended for mature audiences only (16+). In no way do I condone this in real life, this is purely fictional and a common dark romance genre. Published: May 17th, 2025 Ended: TBD

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

Stella is in Spain on vacation with her best friend. She went to a club to have fun and to escape the stress but what happens when she meets the eyes of the owner? The cold-hearted mafia boss can't let her out of her sight all night long. She wants her and she is going to get her. That's what she thought. She didn't want the younger girl to know that she's in the mafia but that didn't last long. The moment Stella found out how dangerous Ximena is, she tries to escape. 𖧷𖧷𖧷 I walk faster, my legs trembling, panic surging anew. When i dare a glance over my shoulders, she's there-her silhouette stalking towards me with deadly precision. Run. My mind screams at me, and i break into a desperate sprint. But i don't make it far. Strong hands grab my waist, yanking me back with frightening ease. My body collides with hers, and im suddenly pressed against her chest, warm and unyielding. I struggle, twisting in her grip, but her hold only tightens. "I think we weren't finished in there, were we?" she hisses in my ear, her breath searing against the sensitive skin of my neck.

Y/n (early twenties) never expected to catch the attention of Wanda Maximoff. As a new para at Westview Elementary, your focus is on helping students, not getting involved in the lives of their parents. But when you step in to protect what you assume is a single mother being harassed, you unknowingly insert yourself into a world you have no business being in. Because Wanda Maximoff is not just a mother. She is powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. The head of an empire built on control, feared by those who dare to cross her. She rules her world with an iron grip, destroying those who deserve it, sparing no one, except you. You should be nothing to her. Just a teacher. Just another face in the crowd. So why can't she get you out of her head? And why does it feel like, no matter how hard you try to escape her world... you're already in it? 18+ Mature sexual content *more smut/ dirtier than my other stories, a lot darker.* ⚠️⚠️ triggers. Obsession. Possessiveness. Mafia. This is an unhealthy Wanda. Toxic relationship. Sexual content/ non-consensual possibilities!! Unwanted Surveillance Stalker like behavior Torture Controlling. Violence. Physical and emotional. Blood Death This is a non-commercial fan work. I do not own the character Wanda Maximoff or the image used in the cover. All rights belong to Marvel and the respective creators.

18+ !!! This is a dark story with multiple explicit scenes. So, please take this age restriction serious. Gang AU -------------------------------------------------------- Y/n owns a little bakery and works hard to keep her dream alive. She's happy with her job, with her friends, and with her relationship. For the most part anyway. The secrecy and possessiveness of her girlfriend causes friction every now and then. Until it eventually ends in a breakup, which in return leads to Y/n meeting another woman at the bar. If only she knew, how much and in which way her ex-girlfriend is connected to her new crush... Some secrets are better left untouched. -------------------------------------------------------- This story shows toxic relationships and behaviors. Those are not romanticized and in real life, all of this would have a different impact. Please be aware, that this is fictional and not a depiction of what a healthy relationship should look like. TW will likely be given in the specific chapter as well, but here are a few, you should be aware of: - explicit sexual scenes (consensual) - toxic and slightly abusive relationship - manipulation - obsessive behavior - weapons - blood, gore - violence - stalking - injuries Since I feel like no one will read until here, or the description in general: Hi, it's me, the author. Thanks for reading all of this and let me know in the comments if you did, so I can reply and express my happiness about it :D

CEO Natasha Romanoff x Female reader Y/N starts a new job with Natasha Romanoff, powerful CEO with a reputation of being a ruthless boss to work under. Y/N needs to keep up with her bosses demands and prove herself in this job. The only issue is, Y/N is falling for her boss, the more and more she sees of a different side of Natasha, the more she likes. Natasha Romanoff has always worked hard. Putting business before anything. Meeting and hiring Y/N has changed a lot for her. She has a reliant assistant for once but Y/N is proving to be distracting in a way that Natasha could never have predicted, and is realising that this may just be what she needs. This was meant to be a short story but has turned out longer then I originally planned. ⴵ Female x female. ⴵ Some chapters will contain smut and will have a 18+ warning. All characters other than the ones I made up belong to marvel. ©️ all rights reserved. 🥇 #Nat 11/04/2026 🥇 #Femalemaincharacter 05/09/2025 🥇 #Bossxassistant 03/09/2025 🥇 #Natasharomanoffsmut 03/09/2025 🥇 #ceoxreader 03/09/2025 🥇 #Natromanoff 27/11/2025

literally just natasha romanoff one-shots. fluff, smut, angst, whatever comes to mind. enjoy :) was off to a rough start but the stories get better with time lol requests closed feel free to spam comments, i read every single one and i love it :) p.s. if you find any incorrect spelling or grammatical errors or whatever, don't hesitate to tell me please. I'm not a native speaker, so you should keep that in mind. ty! 18+ = smut 💋 = Short n' Sweet AU

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

Mariah Jade Grey is 21 years old, freshly graduated, and trying to figure out what comes next. She's stylish, sarcastic, and guarded- always has been. After losing more than she ever talks about, she's learned not to get too close. Love doesn't stay. People don't stay. So she keeps herself safe: with ambition, independence, and the quiet ache of something missing. Kyra Reyes is 30 years old, the kind of woman with a camera in one hand and someone new on her arm- easy, unattached, free. Nothing ever sticks: not the girls she leaves tangled in her sheets, not the art that never quite feels finished, not the whispers about her being a player. But when it comes to Mariah, everything sticks. Every glance. Every laugh. Every moment that isn't supposed to mean anything, but somehow means everything. As their best friends build new lives and the city around them quiets down, Mariah and Kyra find themselves circling each other, drawn together by late nights, unspoken truths, and the weight of everything they won't say out loud. It's there in the way Kyra looks at her. It's there in the way Mariah never quite lets her go. And when the silence finally breaks, it changes everything. What they have isn't just friendship. But it isn't love. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Almost. But is almost ever enough?