I go to church every Sunday. Not for peace. Not for salvation. But to beg for forgiveness. For thoughts I shouldn't have. For the way my eyes linger when she walks into the room. For the warmth that spreads in my chest when she says my name. I don't understand it. I wasn't raised to feel this way. I wasn't raised to want a woman like her. So I sit in the confession box, trembling, whispering prayers I don't believe in anymore. Because I think she sees me too. Watches me when she thinks I'm not looking. And even though she barely speaks to me... Something in her gaze feels like possession. Maybe I'm imagining it. Or maybe she's the sin I'll never escape.

Crown Princess Leonore, heir to the queendom of Dranath, likes women, obviously. The Queen Mother Carmilla marries her off to Sir Gabriel, obviously. So when she finds out Sir Gabriel is a woman... Dranath; queendom of mystique, bordered by jealous allies. To the southwest, the states of Aurune. East is the coast and the maritime poleis of Raham. To the north, the Hierstag clans. Rich in land and crop and poor in everything else, the queendom is closed in from all fronts. And when the sword of years-long grudges is brought to bear, who will play it to the hilt? ------------------------------ i wanted to say that this book is my love letter to imperialism, but it's actually lovingly crafted hatemail non-anonymously submitted to imperialism's tumblr asks. this is an exploration of how much suffering one can propagate in order to achieve one's goal, and the degree in which your decisions can be justified (even only to yourself!) before you become, essentially, irredeemable; an exercise in Is It Worth It Though yeah there's magic(k) in this one. and a lot of geopolitics! might have gotten carried away with the geopolitics. come for the gay, stay for the political machinations. or come for the political machinations and stay for the gay, i dont mind. 3rd person pov, leonore-centric, no homophobia (at least, not the kind we usually see), i want to say butch/femme but honestly it's butch gabriel/whatever the hell leonore is. folk anti-hero narrative or villain origin story, you decide

"She told me I was hers, and I forgot how to be anything else. She was both the pain and the cure, and I swallowed every dose like it was the only thing keeping me alive. Her lessons were bruises I learned to beg for. Discipline was her language. Obedience was mine as she carved her name into my skin without even touching me and yet that's all I ever wanted....to be the one she needed. Ballet was my first love whilst she was my greatest sin." Vernanda Lucille the embodiment of control, excellence immaculate, and untouchable. As the CEO of a billion-dollar the most elite ballet academy in the city. Her presence silences rooms, her approval is rare and devastatingly addictive. Eighteen-year-old Junius Wilbert has spent her life stretching herself thin for perfection, every movement a performance under the suffocating pressure of a mother who sees love only in achievement. Ballet is her cage, her identity, her only worth. She bleeds for it. Starves for it. Smiles through the pain for it. Being born into the Winters family means absolute perfection, and Junius will do anything to achieve it. And then Vernanda sees her. Not just the technique but the hunger. The need to please. The ache to be chosen. Junius becomes her next masterpiece. But Vernanda doesn't mold dancers. She owns them. Under her command, the girl sculpts into something exquisite. Her every movement, every breath, choreographed to Vernanda's will. What starts as mentorship becomes fixation. A gaze too long. A touch too lingering. A dominance that sinks into the marrow. Vernanda doesn't ask. She corrects. She claims. She consumes. And Junius? She was born to perform. Even when it destroys her.

SPIRIT OF MY SILENCE I CAN HEAR YOU BUT I'M AFRAID TO BE NEAR YOU Camryn Harris always had a passion for drawing. Nobody knew how well she could draw. People thought the only thing she could do was kick a football. She wished more people noticed her hobby. The only person who saw her as more was Lottie Matthews. A girl who camryn never thought she would need. Charlotte 'lottie' matthews x fem oc Yellowjackets season 1-3

Kate Martin wanted an internship. Instead, she got Erin O'Callaghan. A woman who built her life entirely on distance and control - a composed, cutting curator entirely out of reach. Kate challenges that distance from the moment they meet. Between late nights and shared ambition, the line between professionalism and a dangerous understanding begins to blur. But this world is built on trust. Careers can shatter. Reputations can be tarnished. Especially when everyone is watching. ✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚ 🥇#1 - femme 25/09/26 🥈 #2 - slowburn 08/08/26 🏅#88 - lesbianromance 06/01/26 🏅#19 - lesbian 08/08/26

"Spread your legs for me." I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed. Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart." Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin. "These pretty thighs," she murmured. "Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. "Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?" I nodded. "They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive. "Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.

AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK ? Susann-Rose Hopper hated Natalie for stealing her brother away from her. To Natalie Scatorccio, Susann-Rose "Bunny" was only her best friend's perfect, angelic, over-achieving, and slightly neurotic twin sister who drove her insane. The bittersweet hatred and love the two carry for each other suddenly becomes the only familiar thing in the strange heart of the wilderness. Natalie Scatorccio x fem oc Yellowjackets season 1-2 DO NOT COPY ON AO3 OR WATTPAD!! 1# Natalie Scatorccio 1# Yellowjackets 1# Lottie Matthews 2# Showtime 1# Ethel Cain

18 year old Eryn-Marie Hale is a freshman at a new University in a new state. She moved all the way across the world to fulfill her dreams as well as a fresh new start in a new place. Everything seemed to be going well for the new Uni student. Passing classes, exploring the city and even making new friends! But maybe she made a horrible mistake. The Malgeri-Lynova Family was a very known family, not just by their name but status. Aryna and her wife Alexandria are well known women in the business world as well as underground jobs. With three children everything seemed complete. Until they brought home little Eryn. None of them could get enough of the sweet innocent timid little girl. They would do anything to have her. •Story idea by @julianaribeiracosta She helped come up with the synopsis and characters!! So big thanks. HEAVY THEME PROFANITY MANIPULATION DO NOT ADD TO ANY NSFW OR KINK RELATED BOOKS!!! STRICTLY SFW, AND PLEASE BE MINDFUL. IM A MUTING WARRIOR. Love you cuties.

Shay has learned how to disappear in plain sight. She moves through her days quietly-head down, emotions locked away, body trained to endure more than it should. Control is survival. Distance is safety. And no one ever looks close enough to see what she's learned to hide. Until someone does. Lilith Armstrong is everything Shay isn't allowed to want: composed, authoritative, untouchable. A woman who understands the body down to its smallest fracture-and sees far too much when she looks at Shay. What begins as instruction slowly becomes attention. What feels like guidance sharpens into something heavier, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Between the anatomy of the human body and the anatomy of restraint, lines blur. Power shifts. Desire festers in the quiet moments where it shouldn't exist. And Shay must decide whether being seen is worth the risk of being undone. Anatomy of Restraint is a dark, slow-burn psychological romance about control, obsession, and the intoxicating danger of crossing boundaries that were never meant to bend.