Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: There will be smut (Parts with smut will have their own warnings and will be marked as '18+ ONLY'). Every part will have their own set of warnings. Summary: You, your Psych teacher, and life. What could go wrong? (This is in response to my work being plagiarised) (Originally posted on my Tumblr @Lesbian-Deadpool)

She's a teacher who falls in love with a student what happens next read to find out "Your mine everything about you is mine Your face Your body Your hair Your pussy Mine" 10K-Monday 04 October 2021

Y/n was always a strange child: She had more energy than anyone in school, Liked to hold presentations and loved school. Her only weekness are the teachers. She couldn't speak with them without having anxiety. When she gets a new teacher, she is even scared of saying hello. This year she gets a new Englisch teacher. Like always she is scared and tries to hide herself, but the teacher knows this behaviour well. She hides something. A Wattpad Story about Y/n and Natasha Romanoff.

You are a 22 year old female attending the University of Washington. You are majoring in international business, which requires you to take a foreign language. Russian has always interested you, but little did you know, the professor would interest you more. Warning/ there will be strong language and detail I will try and use some Russian words so sorry if it is wrong I do not own any of the Marvel characters and give full credit to them. Cover photo from Pinterest that I edited :)

Book 2 of Guilty as Sin ... "Have you thought about me?" Wanda asked. My breath caught. I wanted to lie. I wanted to say something dry, detached, graduate-level mature. But it wouldn't come. "Every day," I whispered. That's when it happens. Her hand lifts, fingers brushing my cheek like she's trying to memorize the shape of me again. I feel the warmth of her breath before her lips ever touch mine. And then, she kisses me. Her mouth is urgent, almost angry with need, and I match it. God, I match it. My hands twist into her shirt, pulling her close like I could fall through her if I'm not careful. She tastes like mint tea and memory, familiar and foreign all at once. Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp against her mouth, and she uses that breathless space to kiss me deeper, like she's trying to pour years of silence down my throat just to be closer. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect because this wasn't a reunion, it was a reckoning. ___ Wanda Maximoff x Y/N gxg

"Do I make you nervous?" she asked with a small teasing smirk. I shook my head in denial, my increased heart rate suggesting otherwise. She took a few steps closer to me and placed her hands on my desk, leaning forward to search my eyes for the truth. Neither of us said anything for a few beats until the smile on her lips grew and a darkness shadowed her eyes, my thoughts consumed with anything apart from the women in front of me. "If you don't breathe some time soon, you're going to pass out darling," she told me quietly. I let out a shaky breath through my nose and lightly bit my cheek, "I should go." She hummed and nodded, leaning further down, her breasts desperate to escape the hold of her tight shirt. My eyes shot down quickly before looking back up at hers. "Go on then," she teased, her eyes narrowing as I shook my head once more. The next thing I knew, her lips were on mine and nothing else seemed to matter. ___ gxg wanda x reader (irl setting) teacher x student

Elizabeth Olsen, renowned for her acting prowess, made a life-altering decision to step away from the limelight and embark on a new chapter. Fuelled by a deep-rooted passion for academia, she set her sights on lecturing at New York University (NYU). Assigned to teach an esteemed C2 English class, composed of the most accomplished and driven students, Elizabeth found herself in the company of ambitious young adults who had diligently climbed the academic ladder, armed with a plethora of honors, and Advanced Placement (AP) classes under their belts. Among this remarkable group of students, there was one young woman who exuded an air of quiet elegance. Seated discreetly at the back of the class, she possessed an aura of aristocracy, captivating Elizabeth's attention from the very first lecture. Her academic prowess was matched only by her reserved nature, piquing the instructor's curiosity and igniting a yearning within her that she had never experienced before. Elizabeth found herself irresistibly drawn to the enigmatic young woman. The temptation to explore the depths of their connection grew with each passing class, transcending the boundaries of age and societal expectations. However, Elizabeth's devotion to her marital vows and the potential consequences that would accompany an illicit affair loomed like a shadow over their clandestine attraction. In the hallowed halls of NYU, a delicate dance between desire and duty unfolded, testing the resolve of the married professor. Would she risk everything for the intoxicating allure of the twenty-three-year-old student, who seemed to consume her thoughts and stir her senses? The forbidden nature of their connection only intensified the magnetic pull between them, challenging Elizabeth to confront her deepest desires and make a choice that would shape the course of her life.

A professor story... Love, Death, Betrayal, Fame, and Misfortune. Part 1 of 2. ALSO HEAVY ON CNC

She's a Professor. She has a wife. She knows its wrong. She just cant help herself.

Sequel to Forbidden Desire It's been five years since Natasha and Y/n broke up and last saw each other. Their lives have changed since then but old feelings didn't quite vanish. They meet again, unsure how to feel about it and which kind of feelings may be awoken again. But no matter what they feel, they find themselves in a situation where a relationship would once again be forbidden. Will they find back to each other or separate for good? Natashaxfemreader AU Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, therefore I don't own all the characters, just the ones I created and the storyline is mine.