"You're a headfuck, a complete headfuck." Red's back is turned as she breathes before heavy raindrops meet her face. "Where is this coming from?" Layla asks out of confusion as she attempts to pull Red by the wrist when Red pulls away quickly. "Don't- don't touch me." Red's voice comes out as a low raspy tone as she towers over Layla, brown meeting green. "Why?" Layla asks, gulping. "Because if you touch me, i'm scared i won't be able to hold back." Red hesitantly speaks as raindrops slide off her face and fall onto Layla's. "Then let me." _____ Reagan Levine and Layla Elsher are high school students in Northern England. The pair grew up with a large dislike for one another's existence purely out of spite. Reagan, also known as Red, grew up with only a father in an abusive home, having no mother or siblings makes her fend for herself in other ways.. ways you wouldn't call legal for a student. Red has despised Layla for the entirety of her being due to the sheer fact she has everything she wants, and maybe even more than that.. Layla Elsher has hated Red because she sees her as nothing but a bully. Not knowing why Red has turned out the way she is leads everyone to make their own perceptions of her intimidating manners when operating around others. Layla is popular and known to any man kind, the boys drool all over her and she loves it. It's the final year of high school for both of these girls, they're enemies since they could remember, but wait and see as Revulsion becomes Lustful throughout their last year of school..

"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.

♱𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝔸𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕫: The 29 year old heir to the Spanish mafia, the closest to God she had been was when on her knees, with A woman writhing underneath her. Ridiculed by her mother and fathers overwhelming love her entire life, she had no intentions to settle despite her family's wishes. With one year until she was to take over her fathers mafia, she was faced with a dilemma that could stop all she had worked for. "Until you find the woman that your cold heart starts to beat for, you will never have this mafia." 365 days. Around 4 billion women in this world. She just had to find one she didn't detest to marry her until the papers were signed. .𖥔 ݁ ˖𝕂𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕂𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕠𝕩: Within the mafia world, she was a ghost, unknown, hidden and kept within the shadows. Protected some may say, but she only knew loneliness, the type that left her with horrible social skills and a feeling of uncertainty wherever she stepped. She was an angel on earth, polite, smart and the kind of woman that carried herself with grace and kindness that was rare. Her beauty was astonishing, and her innocence was overwhelming. Valentina was a black plague ridden with an evil disease. Katherine was the cure. The question was whether those infected deserved the antidote. Katherine certainly did not.

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝔸𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕫, the 29 year old heir to the Spanish mafia, ridiculed by her mother and father's overwhelming love her entire life, is faced with a dilemma that could potentially stop all that she has ever lived for. "Until you find the woman your cold heart starts beating for, you will never have this mafia."

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.

Hate, lust, and two very large egos create nothing but issues, especially for these two women who are forced to work together. With their two completely different backgrounds, they're both so obviously a liability to each other... Yet somehow that only draws them closer together.

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COLLEGE AU - Caitlyn can't stand Vi. She cant stand how popular she is, can't stand the way she smokes and drinks and shamelessly whores herself around the campus. She hates her foul mouth and her apathetic attitude towards academics-hates that she's even granted entry into the university at all. But when Jayce begins becoming close friends with the unruly woman, Caitlyn finds herself forced to interact with her more and more. (Cover art by cutegirlsart on twitter)

Her eyes take her all in, the features on her face; those eyes, though hard to decipher because of the cap, Caitlyn was sure as hell those eyes were grey. A slit on her right eyebrow and the roman numerals on her right cheek of six and that scar on her upper lip to the right. That jaw could slice Caitlyn in half and she'd say thank you for it. Fuck, and when she hears her talk for the second time. "Yeah, yeah. I'm looking for my sister..?" Caitlyn had to nibble her lower lip because nobody has this right being this sexy. - modern au!: where caitlyn is powder's tutor who becomes instantly infatuated with vi, a gym instructor (and the sexiest person she has ever met) gay panic, personal issues, chaotic friends and siblings, some annoying exes and FEELINGS ensue!