This is a fan fiction of Wednesday Addams X Seven Beckett Seven was moved to nevermore by her parents, as she didn't fit in any where, before moving to nevermore she went to court for the murder off a fellow classmate, though the court case was dismissed due to lack of evidence Seven didn't want to be at nevermore, although she found herself falling for the well known raven haired girl Wednesday. Seven is a werecat, the only ever werecat to attend nevermore academy Was seven gonna stay at nevermore ? #1 in fxf as of 03/12/24 #2 in gothic as of 25/03/24

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.

Zara's voice trembled. "Easy... it's too much, I've..... I've never done this before" as Yasmin thrusts inside her. Yasmin's chest heaved, her mind spinning with weeks of frustration and betrayal. Nara had ignored her, pushed her away while Yasmin had given everything love, care, devotion. And now, with Zara before her, all of that anger and longing ignited. "I... I can't stop, it's so warm and .... Arrgghh I can't fit in....stay still" Yasmin demanded peeling Zara's thighs open, her voice low, almost feral, eyes locking on Zara's. She didn't want to, either. Zara's hands gripped her tightly, the tension between them electric, dangerous. Fear, excitement, and something more twisted danced in Zara's eyes. She was trembling not from pain, but from the intensity, the rawness of it all. The room was thick with heat and tension. Yasmin's hands moved with a possessive urgency, desperate to feel, desperate to release. Every restraint, every rule, every careful facade she'd built melted away. She lost herself in Zara's warmth, in the chaos of the moment, in the dangerous thrill of desire that bordered on obsession. By the time it ended, both were breathing hard, eyes wide, hearts pounding. Yasmin leaned back, letting the tension drain slowly, the room quiet except for their ragged breaths. For a moment, neither moved. "You... you're insane," Zara whispered, a nervous smile tugging at her lips. "And you... you're irresistible," Yasmin replied, her tone dark and husky. "Be careful, Zara. I don't stop for anyone."

Amelia Peterson is just trying to survive her final year of high school-eighteen, exhausted and drowning in secrets. She's used to hiding. Used to no one noticing the bruises behind her smile. Isabella Williams is the new math teacher: strict, distant, untouchable but the moment she lays eyes on Amelia, something cracks. She's not supposed to care. She's not supposed to get involved but Amelia brings out a side of her that terrifies them both-protective, possessive and dangerously close to crossing the line. She was supposed to teach her. Not fall for her. ・❥・ Highest rankings ・❥・ #12 in womanxwoman #9 in teacherspet #1 in lesbianfiction #1 in femme #35 in 18andup #1 in protective #1 in teacherstudent #5 in lesbian

Eteri Leclerc is twenty-five, newly hired, and already a little too curious for her own good. Brought on as a communications strategist, she's clever, persuasive, charming even in difficult rooms. Reading tone, subtext, body language - it's what she does. But nothing prepares her for Celeste Fairbourne. Celeste is thirty-eight. One of five division directors at Celeva Biotech. Clinical. Untouchable. Sharp enough to draw blood without raising her voice. Her work in public health strategy has made her powerful; her presence makes people sit straighter. Some call her brilliant. Others, cold. Everyone's careful around her. The first time they meet, Celeste barely looks at her. A flicker of disinterest. It should've ended there - but something makes Celeste turn back. It's slow - until it isn't. One always pulls away. The other always follows. Celeste knows better than to get involved with someone like Eteri - warm, young, obvious. Eteri knows better than to want someone like Celeste - composed, calculating, dangerous. But restraint only lasts so long. What begins as controlled becomes obsessive. What starts in the boardroom ends between tangled sheets. Celeste never promised love. But she gives Eteri pleasure, power, ruin - in equal measure. This is a story about women who wield control until they lose it. About dominance, submission, and everything in between. About soft mouths and sharper rules. Welcome to Project Leclerc. She wasn't supposed to matter. But she did. 𓍼 This is adult fiction intended for a mature audience. It contains: graphic sexual content, emotionally complex power dynamics, an age gap, themes of control and obsession, manipulation, and a slow-burn connection that becomes dangerously addictive. If that's not for you - don't read it. All rights reserved to the author. © @womanonthehill

Rayne, her whole pack hates her, everyday she has to deal with them hoping and praying to the moon goddess that her mate comes and saves her. Hayden, she is the alpha of her pack, she is heartless, she doesn't care about mates but that is until she meets her. GxG (intersex)

When a sweet, delicate flower wanders into the wrong place... She's bound to get picked. Spotify Playlist: "Only a Vampire Can Love You Forever" by: u.luv.lilly

Scarlet Leonis is a werewolf who was rejected by her pack because of how her wolf looks. Nobody knows her real identity or what she actually is. Because of the way her pack had treated her she feared her mate wouldn't like her. Turns out she doesn't have one mate but three.

The only person being there for Kiana in life is her step mom for 2 years now and maybe one day she's there more than she expected to. Kiana feels her relationship being shifted further from her mother and closer to her step mother. A heat slowly began to raised between the two in which they just can't stop. _______________________________ "It's me, Kiana... I-I really, really need you." I declared, I took a gamble and climbed on her. "Your mom is right there." She expressed her surprise. "Please just take me." I moaned on her lips, breathless. I eased my ass up to pull her underwear down to her thigh, grasped her cock, and carefully sat on it. "Oh my sh-shit..." She grumbled as my moist pussy swallowed her whole. Instead of waiting for my pussy to get used to the length, I began to rock on her and almost screamed out in agony. "You're going to injure yourself... You're still new at this." "I don't mind; I'm horny and I need you." My finger traced down her lips before resting on them. I tried to rush it, to get the first round over with, but something twist in me and I collapse on her. It hurt so much, but I want it all at once. I felt her lift my upper body, my cock still deep within me, and rush me into the restroom. She turned on the light and pressed the buttons to lock the door behind her. She positioned me on the counter where I had made a mistake and opened my legs wide, causing her cock to sink deeper. "Oh my god... Don't pull it out quite yet!" I demand, my voice booming around the room. She placed a finger on my lips and pointed to the room. "Sorry." I whimpered in agony. But when a 12 inch cock is buried deep into my womb, being silent is the least I can do.