"I want you to suck it," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. I tore my gaze from the fake cock and glared at her. "Excuse me?" Her eyes were dead serious, unflattering. "Suck it." : : : Lydia was having a little relationship problem. Read to find out when a little pervy doctor by the name of Dr. Zayn have her eyes on LYDIA

|| 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚕 || 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡. 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐱.

~ A Seductive Study in Secrets and Control × Smutt. × Professor - college student. × Chaos. If you do not prefer reading smutt. I strongly advise you to (not) read this book. My Other Books: Mrs. Selene Blackwood - "The Silent Confession" Sequel! My Best Friend's Mother When forbidden desires blur the lines between friendship and temptation. Aphrodite - My Tail Leads Me To You In a world of gods and secrets, love follows its own mysterious path. Thirsting For Her. ©2025

~ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐑𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫.~ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬." "𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝." "𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨?" "𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝."

A Werewolf Short Novel : : I whimpered, and she snarled. Her gaze trailed over my body. The metal creaked even more as she slid over me, her hands resting on each side of my head. My nose was overwhelmed by the scent of her. My wolf wanted to be touched and mated with her right immediately. I want to hurl myself upon her nude body. She looked down at me, lowering her head gently until her nose was sniffing me. "Mate." She roared so loudly that it reverberated throughout the house.

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 #1 in nevermoreacademy #1 in Wednesday

PROFESSOR ALEXANDRIA GREY is terrifying, untouchable, and worshipped like a queen at the university she owns. She's 6'4 of pale precision, cold elegance, and unbreakable rules. No one dares cross her-until JEALYNN HARTWELL storms in. Jealynn, a rebellious scholarship student with fire in her voice and hatred in her eyes, lives to break every law Alexandria Built. They argue. They clash. They burn. But when a deal between families forces them into an arranged marriage, the girl who swore she'd never submit is now wearing Miss Grey's ring. She's the woman Jealynn hates most. Now she's trapped with the woman she hates most...But hate has a dangerous habit of turning into something hotter... and far more deadly. ENEMIES. WIVES . LOVERS? LET THE WAR BEGIN .. ------- "ENEMIES TO LOVERS" with leather jackets, slow burns, explosive fights, and electric stares. (18+ | Age gap | Dark academia | High tension | Action-packed | Spicy AF)

TW • slight contains of; Bdsm, Degrading, Abuse, Torture, Abduction, Starvation, Death, Neglection, Trauma, Ptsd, Bipolar, Blood, Bruising and Scars, Weapons :) ────────────────── You spent your entire childhood believing that you and your great-aunt Maria lived ordinary lives in the village until she tragically passed away from an unknown illness. You were selected to work as a maiden in the eerie castle up the hill about a month later. You had a strong belief that your aunt was nothing more than a caring, beautiful woman, but was she really the person you thought she was? "With my love, yours and only, Alcina." ──────────────────── ✧.* 212k words - 12/57 chapters rewritten (Process of rewriting this novel) ⋆ = slight smut | ✵ = smut ✧.* Story can be also found on AO3, under my name Huszq. ✧.* Lots of bad grammar and cringe in the beginning, be prepared.

A collection of Marjanice/Manice One-Shots (The Nursery Nurse) This is a follow up to The Death of Peace of Mind (kind of). Just some extra content, won't be in order of the storyline but will follow their story.

Just as Annabeth's hands reached to grab the back of her jacket, Sonya pivoted smoothly, one arm coiling around Annabeth's waist like a whip. There was a sharp gasp-Annabeth's-and then her spine slammed against the edge of the bar, the breath knocked clean from her chest. Sonya's forearm pressed hard across her collarbone, pinning her in place with infuriating ease. "If you wanted my attention, sugar, all you had to do was ask," Sonya murmured, her voice sultry and rough, lips inches from Annabeth's. "Get off me," Annabeth snarled, squirming beneath her hold. Sonya arched a brow, leaning in even closer until her body molded against the younger woman's-thigh to thigh, hip to hip. "You're feistier than the girls next door," she whispered against the shell of Annabeth's ear, her breath hot. "Careful now, Anna. I've always had a thing for resistance." Annabeth jerked against her, face twisting in rage. "Let. Me. Go. You stink of whiskey and whores," she spat, kicking against Sonya's shin. Sonya didn't flinch. "Say please," she drawled, her voice silk and steel, utterly unbothered. "Manners go a long way in this town." "Never," Annabeth hissed.