tss
Истории 82
Games of Power and Prowess на ColourfulFantasies
ColourfulFantasies
  • WpView
    Прочтений 464,730
  • WpVote
    Голосов 14,952
  • WpPart
    Частей 27
Allison Grange and Natalie Rocher. Two names that don't have a single reason to be in the same sentence, let alone the same book. But, here we are. Allison is a student, struggling with her life as a teenager, who's never really had a place to call home. Natalie is a whole ass woman, struggling with her life as a wife, who's willing to risk it all for a little affection. Call me crazy, but I think these two are destined to fall into a dangerous kind of love... maybe. PrincipalxStudent GirlxGirl ****** Cover Photo credit: @anastasia.lisitsyna on Instagram Cover credit and Photo Editing credit: me
+ еще 20
Melting Her | WLW на kissitbetter13
kissitbetter13
  • WpView
    Прочтений 381,110
  • WpVote
    Голосов 6,958
  • WpPart
    Частей 42
"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆. " ♡ To Isabella Woods, life was heading in the same expected direction: straight A's, perfection, a normal social life, and stability. The last thing she could have ever expected was a professor who would tear her down and treat her differently from all of the rest. Professor Kloss had no intention of inflating her infuriating student's large ego as everyone had room for improvement. She was content with her life no matter how lonely it felt. She was cold and dismissive the two of them were up for a challenge. Who would break first? Who would overcome and outwit the other? But what would happen when they realized the frustration would grow to something else? Could Isabella melt her? Can Val and Isabella overcome their hate and see each other differently? What happens when Isabella catches feelings for her Professor? Can they overcome the obstacles that stand in their way? *THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I AM NOT ENCOURAGING FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIPS. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF CONSENT*
Yearning for her     {wlw} на Hotforprettywomen
Hotforprettywomen
  • WpView
    Прочтений 1,354,811
  • WpVote
    Голосов 32,353
  • WpPart
    Частей 66
Seraphina Esposito is a mafia queen.. cold, ruthless, untouchable. At twenty-five she rules an empire built on fear, wielding power like a blade and believing feelings to be nothing but weakness. Love, family, softness.. those are luxuries she's burned out of herself. Or so she thought. Then comes Elowen Morgan. Beautiful. Too emotionally intelligent. Kindhearted. Too pure for a world like hers... and yet, impossible to ignore. With honey-brown eyes that see too much and a quiet defiance behind her smile, she unsettles everything Seraphina thought she knew. Seraphina doesn't do love. But desire? Obsession? The urge to claim what should never have been hers? That, she can't seem to resist. What happens when a woman who feels nothing meets the one person she can't stop feeling?
Logged In на TheMinnieMolly
TheMinnieMolly
  • WpView
    Прочтений 499,674
  • WpVote
    Голосов 22,427
  • WpPart
    Частей 109
One is hiding from the world. The other is trying to find her place in it. Ellie is perfectly content with her single flat and her Criminal Minds marathon, and a healthy dose of Tumblr nostalgia-until MoonPetal45 enters the chat. As the pressure of her final year mounts, this online stranger becomes her greatest support. Dr. Pembrose knows the rules. As a professor, she should have blocked the charming, accident-prone student the moment she recognised her. But in the quiet of her new home, the line between mentor and admirer is blurring, and Ellie's frequent run-ins with gravity are making the doctor fall a little too hard.
Ms. Parker на Cakeandraisins
Cakeandraisins
  • WpView
    Прочтений 438,080
  • WpVote
    Голосов 12,533
  • WpPart
    Частей 98
Lizzy Rhodes and Eleanor Parker meet at a concert. From the very first moment, Lizzy is captivated by Eleanor's beauty, she's utterly mesmerized. Lizzy secretly hopes she'll see Eleanor again someday, and that dream does come true. But fate has a twist: Eleanor turns out to be her English teacher...
Master of Me | Ms. Carter на scissorswin
scissorswin
  • WpView
    Прочтений 307,538
  • WpVote
    Голосов 8,183
  • WpPart
    Частей 92
A sudden vacancy at the school brought a new face into the classroom-calm, confident, and focused. Students whispered about her professionalism, unaware of the past she was trying to leave behind. Isla Carter had taken the role hoping for a fresh start, a chance to escape old regrets. Teaching science was her passion, but her history weighed heavily on her, and she wanted nothing more than a clean slate. Everything changed when she met Alexis. Troubled, rebellious, and fiercely independent, Alexis resisted guidance and refused to fit into the school's expectations. Tutoring her was supposed to be straightforward, but it quickly became a challenge that tested Isla in ways she hadn't expected. As they spent more time together, a slow-burning connection emerged. Small moments of trust and honesty revealed glimpses of vulnerability in both of them. Each found in the other a strange comfort, a sense of understanding they hadn't realized they needed. But their growing bond was complicated. With past regrets, unhealed wounds, and the boundaries between teacher and student, neither Isla nor Alexis knew where this connection would lead or if it could survive the weight of their separate histories.
Count to three: My affair with my dynamics professor (teacher x student) на womanonthehill
womanonthehill
  • WpView
    Прочтений 66,871
  • WpVote
    Голосов 2,143
  • WpPart
    Частей 82
Frida started sketching something with her stylus, eyes flicking to her screen as she adjusted the axes of a diagram, mumbling, "...and then this boundary layer here starts behaving like a switch... not instant, but sharp. Sharp enough." Inés leaned in to see. "You mean like a Heaviside approximation?" Frida rolled her eyes, barely biting back a grin. "No. I mean like an actual boundary layer. I thought you said you weren't rusty." That earned her a low hum from Inés - amused, maybe a little provoked. "You want sharp? I'll give you sharp," she muttered, reaching for her own laptop, the tip of her manicured nail clicking a little too decisively on the trackpad. "You're missing the substructure that governs the transition here-see?" Frida glanced over. "That's an assumption, not a proof." "Do you want this to work or do you want it to be romantic?" Frida laughed - surprised and a little breathless. "God. Is that how you think I talk about math?" Inés tilted her head, lips curling. "Only when you're trying to seduce me with it." Frida blinked. Her ears went hot. "I'm not-" "Not trying?" Inés cut in, pretending to glance back at the diagram, feigning innocence, but there was no missing the gleam in her eye. "Shame. Because it's working." Frida looked away sharply, pressing her fingers to the corner of her mouth like she could keep a smile in by force. "You're infuriating." "You're distracted." "You're distracting." Inés made a quiet, pleased sound at that and sat back for a moment, the back of her hand brushing the edge of Frida's chair. "Tell me more about the way you're treating the constraint set when it fractures," she said finally, voice smooth again, back in control - or pretending to be. Frida inhaled and kept going, though her voice was slightly lower now, the words sticking a little as she spoke.
Soft на kehlaniswife_95
kehlaniswife_95
  • WpView
    Прочтений 930,210
  • WpVote
    Голосов 23,495
  • WpPart
    Частей 69
Amara Alonso is 22 years old and is in her final year studying English literature at NYU. She's smart, kind and gentle, she always has been. But she carries a quiet sadness that most don't see. After losing her mother and sister in a tragic car accident 8 months ago, she was left with an alcoholic father who she blames for their death. She promises herself to push through her last year of college but soon falls into a cycle- skipping classes, tear-stained eyes, and an empty stomach. Emilia Zayed is a 29 year old creative writing professor. Emilia is poised, intelligent and emotionally guarded. She keeps everyone at arm's length- students, colleges, friends, and especially family. She doesn't trust people and shows no intention to. She shows no interest in anybody around her, until a soft brown eyed girl enters her lecture with a look of hurt deep in her eyes that she can't seem to stop thinking about. Emilia notices Amara's writing first. There's something about her work-so raw, so aching, so lonely. It touches something in Emilia she thought she'd buried. Never has a student's piece of writing made her feel this way. They shouldn't get close. They can't get close. But they do. And it's slow, quiet, and deeply emotional. It's Amara showing up during Emilia's office hours not just to talk about writing but about life. It's Emilia realising Amara needs more than feedback-she needs someone who sees her. And it's Amara finally finding someone who doesn't leave. The two form an unspoken bond they can't explain. It's forbidden in the eyes of everybody else. But they can't help but feel softer around each other. Will they ever act on it? Will Amara's hurt or Emilia's closed offness prevent them from ever truly opening up and giving in?
+ еще 15
Perhaps, Ms. Dover на shewritesdesire
shewritesdesire
  • WpView
    Прочтений 864,056
  • WpVote
    Голосов 29,186
  • WpPart
    Частей 91
Professor x Student | WLW Claire Dover (20) is standing at the edge of something she can't name. It began with a single moment, an instinct to reach out, to care, before she even knew who the woman was. Just a stranger in the wrong place at the wrong time. She didn't expect to see her again. She didn't expect that the woman she pulled back from the road would later introduce herself as Professor Hartmann (39). And Lyn? She never meant to care. She is the kind of woman who carries old grief like a folded letter in her coat pocket. But Claire is all sharp glances, quiet presence, and impossible timing. Now, every look, every pause between words, threatens to unravel something they both try to hold together. A slow-burn sapphic love story about restraint, proximity, and all the things we feel before we can name them.