"I can be anything you want, my love," she mutters in my ear, her warm breath making my skin tingle and my body yearn for her to touch more of me than her gentle hug around my waist. While I do appreciate how gentle she is with me, right now I want more. I want more of her touch on my bare skin. I want her hands to explore me more than she's letting them. I know she wants more just like me, but she's holding back. "Oh, really?" I tease, wrapping her hair around one of my fingers and giving it a small tug, hoping that this will get her worked up. "Anything I want?" Alice hums, confirming her promise before peppering a few soft kisses along my neck while I consider my request. There's so much I could ask for. "Absolutely anything, my love." *** For those who never find pleasure easily, a creature who knows and can be their every desire is perfect - it's even better if the creature is the one lustful for them.

new teacher replaces her favourite, much to her surprise she's a lot better... teacher x student #welovewomen

Kelly Vega just wants to survive senior year, but her new chemistry teacher, Elena Bennett, makes that difficult. Strict, composed, and oddly familiar, Elena is everything Kelly shouldn't be drawn to-but she can't help it. As Kelly pushes boundaries and Elena struggles to keep her distance, an undeniable tension builds between them. Will Kelly stay focused on school, or will she find herself caught in a dangerous chemistry neither of them can ignore? *kinda enemies to lover *slow burn *age gap (8years)

Nyk is ready to conquer her first semester back at college, but she wasn't ready for her drop-dead gorgeous professor, Ms. Winslow. With her sharp mind and even sharper style, Ms. Winslow is every student's academic crush. They have encounters of running into each other, and Nyk will flirt with Ms. Winslow every chance she can get. There is a pull that Nyk hasn't felt before. The simmering tension boils over one night at Ember, the local popular gay bar. Under the low lights and Ms. Winslow, the line between student and professor dissolves. The electricity is palpable, the desire undeniable. Will Ms. Winslow risk her career to finally cave into the magnetic pull toward Nyk? Or will she make the excruciating choice to walk away from the woman who has pursued her

"Well, Mia...come here," She ordered, tilting her head as she spoke to me. Mindlessly, I took a few steps towards her and then stopped, deciding that we were close enough. She took one large step towards me, almost completely closing the gap between us as she towered over me in her heels. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer, so our fronts were now pressed together. She leaned down to my ear and asked, "Do you want me to take care of you or not?" "Yes," I whispered, and with that she leaned down to press our lips together, kissing me as her tongue slipped past my lips. My arms moved around her neck as I pulled her further down into me, deepening the kiss. She moved me until my back was pressed up against the sink. *** Mia is entering her last year of school when she hooks up with a stranger one fateful evening, who ends up being involved in her life in more ways than one. When Mia discovers the stranger is now her teacher, it sparks a clandestine relationship filled with unspoken desires and moral complexities. They end up in a complicated entanglement because they can't stay away from each other despite the odds being stacked against them. (Teacher x Student) (GxG)

𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 | 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒙 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 18+ An immortal called Darcia craves human blood like a beast. She's the only vampire in town, which makes it difficult for her to feed frequently without making her victims go unnoticed. One night, after she was passing by the orphanage, she thought she would find someone to bite there. Darcia found herself in the girls' room and became interested in one of them after being drawn to her appearance in a photograph. That's when a clever idea crossed her mind. Adopt an orphan as her private source of blood to end the frequent starvation. But little did she know that this girl would turn her world upside down. 🕯 Talia spends her teenage years in the orphanage. Her only priority was to leave after turning eighteen and start a new life. She always wished to be adopted, like any other kid there. It unfortunately never worked out for her, until... 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

❝ 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 ❞ ⭒ I met her clear eyes in front of me, framed by prominent cheekbones and a hairstyle that intertwined her blonde hair with black strands. Or perhaps it was the other way around, Black in blonde. Maybe that fit better, given her family background. It's been fifteen years since the last time I saw her. Fifteen years without seeing her. What should I say? I froze my movements, as I always do. My heart skipped a beat and then raced, my breath shallow, and my hands sweaty. No matter how many times I see her, Narcissa always elicits the same reaction. ⭒ A grand glimpse into the Marauders Era (𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔) ─ 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫. inspired by 'Manacled' ─ Seylin ─ This is a dark lesbian romance with themes of obsession, manipulation, dubious consent, betrayal, violence, and murder. It's a journey in search of memories. ▕⃝⃤ A lift to all the Black sisters along the way. Slow burn enemies/haters to lovers 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: All characters from Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. This is a non-profit work, just creative exploration.

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

This story is fiction. This story is about two teachers who become more than just friends, but it does not come without obstacles.

Eliza Hart doesn't let anyone close. At thirty-one, she's a rising star in the English department-sharp-tongued, fiercely intelligent, and always in control. Her lectures are legendary. Her boundaries? Unbreakable. She commands respect with every word, and no one dares question her authority. Until Lena Rowe walks into her classroom. Bold. Brilliant. Unapologetically defiant. Lena doesn't bow to Eliza's reputation-or her gaze. She challenges every word, every theory, every boundary Eliza has spent years building. And Eliza knows she should shut it down, ignore the undeniable spark between them, just like she's done before. But this time, ignoring the tension isn't so simple. In the space between literature and longing, defiance and desire, one question echoes louder than the rest: How do you resist someone who doesn't follow the rules but still makes you question everything you thought you knew? A slow-burn, forbidden romance of daring rebellion, buried truths, and the boundaries we never thought we'd cross. Until we do.