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𝑨𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 ~ 𝑾𝑳𝑾 by rosesforWLW
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Grace has always been the responsible one. After losing her parents, responsibility was all she knew-taking care of her younger sister, keeping her head down, never letting herself slip. No parties, no distractions, and definitely no time for love. It never mattered anyway. Love was something that never seemed to belong to her. Until now. What started as a simple tango class, just a chance to learn something she'd always admired, changes everything the moment she meets her. The instructor. Beautiful, magnetic, impossible to look away from. But falling for her is dangerous. Because she's married. She's forbidden. And she's the mother of her sister's best friend. Grace promised herself she would never risk her heart. But on the dance floor, with every step and every stolen glance, she's beginning to wonder if some loves are worth breaking all the rules for.
BestFriends by Drownq
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"i thought we were best friends?" i say holding onto her waist trying to control myself from taking her right here and right now. "ive never wanted to have my best friend fuck me till i cant walk." she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me hard. River Diaz a 17 y/o intersex girl thats been secretly in love with her best friend for 4 years, she loves art and photography and is trying to get into an art college. Jasmine Carter a 17 y/o girl that moved to rivers town 4 years ago and has always had a "girl crush" on river to scared to admit her true feelings, and dates men to cover up her love for her. will jasmine admit to herself how hopelessly in love she is with river or keep denying it? lowercase intended!
𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 by MommyClitt
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"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 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.
In Her Hands by kehlaniswife_95
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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.