Wlw/ student x teacher/ age gap Julia's life may look picture perfect. Good grades, good friends, steady life. But behind the scenes- which she keeps behind close doors- there is a lot going on. When she gets a new English teacher in her last year of high school she doesn't think much of it. That is, until she starts to feel certain things she isn't supposed to feel... especially about a teacher. Valentina Lancaster is pretty straight forward. No real connections means no real losses. She doesn't do relationships since they only cause problems. But what if those problems are just what makes it so exciting? (Slow burn)

Y/N goes undercover as a student at Queens University for a mission to find out information about Wanda Maximoff, a Professor. Will she be able to keep this hidden, or will suspicions arise?

Esther Matthews is a 23-year-old grad student, trading creative dreams for lab code. But when she posts one song online, she doesn't expect it to go viral. And she definitely doesn't expect it to catch the eye of Jasmine Watts. Jasmine Watts is a 30-year-old actress, singer, and producer, and Esther's longtime celebrity crush. Esther has admired her from afar for 6 years, but now, Jasmine is the one watching her. Drawn in by Esther's quiet radiance and sincere smile, Jasmine offers her an opportunity to be part of a summer film project that her production company is creating in London. For Esther, it's a second chance at the creative life she thought she left behind. But what begins as admiration quickly turns into a fierce, unexpected connection. Esther grapples with confusion about her identity and fear of rejection. Jasmine battles her own restraint, terrified of mixing business with the feelings the young creative inspires. The film may wrap. The summer may end. But for Esther and Jasmine, it's only the beginning of something that neither of them could ever dream of.

Stephanie Walker is eighteen, moving across the country from Los Angeles to New York to begin her dream: law school at NYU. A new city, a new home, new friends, new everything. She's excited, but sleepless nights, old wounds, and quiet struggles follow her everywhere. She wants to live like any other college student, to blend in, to feel normal, but life hasn't been simple, and surviving on her own is harder than she expected. Every late night, every study session, every solitary drive home reminds her that life doesn't come with easy answers. Some nights, she leans on quiet habits she'd never tell anyone about, just to make it to morning. Elena Shay is thirty-two, NYU's Dean and a respected law professor. Her life is built on control, precision, and endless responsibility. At work, she's commanding, elegant, untouchable. Outside it, she's soft, warm, and human, but never careless. Elena doesn't date casually; she doesn't waste time or energy on anything that isn't worth it. She's deliberate, certain, and careful... Until Stephanie. Stephanie isn't just another student. She's sharp, captivating, and unafraid to be herself in a way that draws Elena in deeper than it should. Suddenly, the carefully maintained line between professional and personal life begins to blur. The rules, the expectations, the life Elena's worked so hard to control all scream that nothing between them can ever happen. And yet, the pull becomes impossible to ignore. As their worlds collide, Stephanie discovers a side of life she's never dared to touch: warmth, comfort, attention, and desire from someone who sees her fully, not as a girl with a "rough" childhood, but as a woman. Together, Elena and Stephanie fall into chaos, vulnerability, and longing they didn't know they were missing. Every glance, every touch, and every moment carries risk. Risk of exposure, of judgment, of everything crashing down, all shaped by the choices resting in their hands.

The seduction dripped off of her tongue, just like I desired to be, her low voice entrancing me with the dangerously sadistic melodies of a siren song, with the most terribly sinful lyrics. "I could kill you right now, Angel." She inched closer towards me, "right here," her eyes raking over my body, sizing me up, slowly. The lustful grey in them soon lifted back up, intimidating mine. Her harsh words screamed murderous intent, but the look in her eyes whispered a different kind of sin. I couldn't tell whether my breath hitched at her cruel threat, or the yearning pulse between my... She interrupted my stream of consciousness, poisoning it with every still second, keeping her gaze on mine with her depraved hand that reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ──────────────────── She killed him. Everyone knows it. Why'd she do it? No one knows. All that matters is that they can't prove it. And even if they could, they wouldn't dare to do, or say anything about it. She was dangerous, merciless and heartless. And now, she's boss. There's only so many people who kill their way to the top, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡. I guess there are just a few certain things people would 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 for... whether it's power, seduction, or 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one to confront her about her calloused ways of replacing the previous mafia boss after his mysterious death. Unfortunately for Angeline, resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. And resisting falling inlove may be even harder, especially with someone who she wasn't sure was even capable of such a feeling... Hopefully 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 angel doesn't fall and break her wings. 𝑂𝑢𝑐ℎ． ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ #1 in lesbian (October 2025)

"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?

18+ Readers Only!! "I woke up with a cheap ring on my wedding finger," Mona told her. Minerva went quiet. "What?" "It's real shitty craftsmanship too, Minerva. I don't know who bought these or who's selling 'em but Christ they gotta stop. Do you have one?" "Unfortunately," Minerva muttered, and Mona could hear her shifting in the bed. "Oh," she breathed finally, "that's... interesting." "What?" "It appears we are married." Mona started laughing. "Nice one, Iva. What's next? You're pregnant and I'm the father?" "Mona I'm serious." "No you ain't." "I've sent you a picture." Just as she finished speaking, Mona's phone chimed and she pulled it from her ear, putting Minerva on speaker. Sitting in their chat was a picture of a certificate. A certificate that stated they were, in the eyes of the law, married. "Fuck me," Mona said, staring at the picture. "How did this happen?" "I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know?" "I don't know," Minerva replied firmly. "What do you remember?" "Nothing!" "Wonderful," Minerva groaned, "absolutely perfect." *********************************************************** Minerva Edevane - a multi-billionaire who is also an heiress to a Scottish fortune that is thousands of years old. Mona Ariti - a traumatised young woman with mummy issues, and also the youngest sister of Minerva's best friend. When the two of them go to a bar in vegas and then wake up the following morning with no memory of the night except for a wedding certificate, they've suddenly got to act like this was the plan all along. That they didn't get heinously drunk and accidentally get married. There are many people that don't want them together, many people that try to tear them apart and hurt them. It's a story of heartbreak, of pain, of trauma, but also of love and comfort and the wonderful things that finding your soulmate can do. Content Warnings: Medical Torture SA Gore Blood Murder There is a discord server for this book.

Y/n, a cheerful and passionate architect, is hired to redesign the Avengers compound. Wanda, still mourning Vision, sees Y/n's positivity as a frustrating distraction and avoids her as much as possible. However, Y/n's insistence on including Wanda's input forces them to work together. Wanda begins to notice Y/n's genuine kindness and depth beneath her sunny demeanor, realizing that Y/n's warmth might be exactly what she needs to mend her broken heart. These memories are mine.... real and deeply personal. This book is part of my healing, shaped by the loss of my grandmother and the experiences of my childhood, especially with my mother. Mature 18+ Possible triggers Childhood Abuse. Grief 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.

A collection of Marvel one-shots centered around the women who ruin us... in the best possible ways. These pieces were originally written as Tumblr exclusives, tucked away for my little corner over there... but after the sweetest (and very persistent) DMs, you're right. It wasn't fair to keep them hidden. So here they are, finally shared on Wattpad. I'll still post them on Tumblr first, but every story will find its way here too. Expect intensity, softness, tension, power, and all the messy, beautiful emotion that comes with falling for the most dangerous women in the Marvel universe.

« I can't marry your son , because I like woman » « That's good, there's his sister » 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓? when Sanar discovers that her life is linked to an arranged marriage due to her family situation. could she live with the famous mystery woman, the most feared of all mafias, as the darkest secrets threaten their relationship. 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 Mia 𝐀 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚