(18+ READERS ONLY! NSFW CONTENT) What happens when two guarded people, each carrying secrets, are forced into each other's orbit in the most domestic, inconvenient way? Elliot is 22 years old, broke and utterly helpless. Sloane is 43, divorced, and completely loaded How will Elliot and Sloane learn to navigate each other, even when every part of them says they shouldn't? Updates every 2-3 days! You can keep up with the characters via my TikTok @yearningoleander

Dr. Cameron O'Clare believed being the smartest girl in the room meant she was in control of her research and her life. But when Dr. Mavis Leroy, a brilliant and fiercely private expert in environmental psychology, backed her breakthrough project, everything shifted. Leroy did not just fund the work. She embedded herself into Cameron's world. The choices were no longer hers. She became the variable Cameron had not accounted for. The catalyst. Power. Intimacy. Surrender. Suddenly, Cameron was not sure what she wanted or who held the reins. Like any true catalyst, Leroy did not change herself. She changed everything around her.

teacher x student | wlw | age gap Wednesday fan fiction Selene Vale is eighteen, haunted by the sudden death of her best friend, Leigh. At Nevermore Academy, she struggles to keep the wolf inside her at bay--her instincts clawing at the edges of control, threatening anyone who gets too close. Every full moon brings her closer to losing herself completely, and with the shadow of her friend's murderer still unclaimed, she doesn't know how to protect herself or anyone else. Isadora Capri, thirty-three, is the academy's new head of music. A child prodigy turned accomplished teacher, she carries herself with quiet precision. Gifted, confident, and a werewolf of her own, she moves through the halls with an authority few dare question. When Selene and Capri cross paths, something changes. Capri sees the danger brewing inside Selene--and the potential she refuses to trust. What begins as interest soon turns into mentorship, as Capri guides Selene through the darkness of her instincts, teaching her control, focus, and the strength to survive a world that seems determined to break her. At the heart of Nevermore, power and danger collide, and Selene must learn who to trust--before the wolf inside her decides for her. Highest rankings #1 in isadoracapri #1 in mscapri #1 in coaching #1 in tutoring #1 in coping #1 in wxg

From a confident crime reporter to an empathetic English professor. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢 is a bold woman with determination as strong as steel. Despite her impressive skills, the news agency she works at treats her like she's invisible. Uncovering the truth and exposing criminals makes her heart beat, and she never hesitates to speak out about the injustices in the world. With a new serial killer wreaking havoc in Los Angeles, her research leads her to Blackstone College. So she disguises herself as a professor, hoping to find the root of all evil. Charismatic Art professor by day, brutal serial killer at night. 𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐮 effortlessly hides the gallons of blood she fills behind a charming smile, and her words are as controlling as the strings on a puppet. Turning heads and causing everyone to adore her was as simple as making blood pour out of someone she despises. The hollow in her heart filled the moment she saw Shanila, and now she's driven by her desire to corrupt her morals. She haunts the souls on her hitlist, but when it comes to Shanila, her love for her takes over. One is convinced a fair sentence is the right and only way, the other thinks bad deeds should be cleansed with death. Their love unknowingly blinded them when they painted the hammer of justice with blood. The consequences for their actions awaited them, yet they couldn't find it in their heart to feel regret. ────୨ৎ──── !Correcting minor errors from time to time! Best rankings ever: #1 in reporter #1 in paintings #1 in womenlovingwomen #1 in justice #4 in lesbianstory #4 teacherxteacher #14 in blood

"It always made you feel powerful when I beg, right?" Morana murmured, her eyes softening as she lowered herself to the cold floor. "So let me beg." Nerezza always knew how to clean up her messes. Knew where to scrape, where to smooth over with a domestic shine of innocence. Erase the evidence. Rephrase the story. Recalibrate the damage. But what happens when the mess starts talking back?

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.

!Unedited! "Your skirt is awfully short to be appropriate for school." I look down at my legs, hands smoothing out a wrinkle in my skirt. "I don't remember that we have a dress code. And we're not in highschool anymore, this is college." When I return my attention back to her, my breath hitches in my throat. "Pull it down." ----- Y/n has a mission. Her last year at university is underway and she is sure that nothing could distract her. That is until her new English professor stumbles into her life and brings her not only a welcome intrusion but also confusing unwanted feelings.

If I needed to, I'd break every bone in my body just to feel her love. It's so soft and pure. It's not something you just throw away. She's not someone you just throw away. - Stella Perez.

"The Help doesn't have to set a single foot into my office. Do you understand?" Mr.Armani spoke to me, condescension heavy in his tone. '𝘛𝘩𝘦 "𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱" 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.' I think to myself, '𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.' ✂ ✁ ✃ My name is Maxine Walker. I was a bright eyed 22 year old woman, with nothing but a high school diploma and the desperate need for something new. I craved independency, and to be away from my parents. I had to find a way to make ends meet and somehow, I got the opportunity to become a housekeeper. A housekeeper for a rich man and his hot, hot wife... Mrs.Armani, Naya Armani, was a sight for sore eyes. But I was her employee. And I had a long-distance girlfriend. And she was married. Fuck, I can't believe she's married. ✂ ✁ ✃

"I've never been with a woman before." I was an echo chamber to her words as I made my admission shyly, looking away as my face grew hot with embarrassment. I wasn't lying. I never had been with a woman before. Especially not an older, well respected and successful woman. Vivian Black took me by my chin, forcing me to look her in the eyes, "Let me change that." I watched and allowed her to trace circles into my hip, "What about the men I told you about? She let out a small laugh, her lips now on my neck and her hand in between my legs, "I'll make you forget all about them."