"I think of her so much, it drives me crazy" dark red - a red color that reflects little light. red, redness - red color or pigment; the chromatic color resembling the hue of blood. --- Arabella felt as if her lungs weren't working, and the room was closing in on her. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would explode. She could almost taste the metallic sweat that was dripping down her forehead and collecting in her underarms. Is this what love felt like? Morticia Addams x OC Fanfiction Set in the Netflix Wednesday Show

Y/N was born into darkness. The daughter of ruthless killers, raised beneath blood-soaked walls, she was never meant to taste freedom. Her parents-cold, cruel, and merciless-planned to sell her beauty as if it were currency, binding her to a decaying drug lord whose empire reeked of rot and power. But she refused to become their pawn. With a heart pounding against the chains of fate, she vanished into the shadows, carrying nothing but her fear and her breathtaking allure-a curse as much as a gift. Her escape led her to Nevermore Academy, a sanctuary for the strange, the gifted, and the damned. Yet safety is an illusion. Among the ivy-clad towers and whispering halls, she finds herself hunted by more than her past. Students and teachers alike are drawn to her like moths to flame, each ensnared by the intoxicating beauty she cannot hide. Desire coils around her every step, obsession lurks behind every stare, and danger follows her like a second skin. But in Nevermore, secrets are currency, lust is a weapon, and survival demands more than innocence-it demands power. Will she remain the hunted, or will she learn to wield the very curse that once chained her? Nevermore's Black Dahlia is a darkly seductive tale of escape, forbidden desire, and the razor-thin line between love and ruin. Some chapters may contain the following ; • smut • weapon / drug use • murder • su1c1d3 ⚠️

sequel to r.m.m ... ...it was just a matter of time before you had them on theirs. ... "Tie her up with her bra." I instruct Larissa and she hesitates. I turn the gun to door of Larissas room and shoot at it, the bullet going straight through. One to prove the safety was off and two because it's fun having control over them. "Do it!" Morticia yells at Larissa as I put the gun back to my head. Larissa quickly ties Morticia's hands behind her back, "Now get on the bed, face down." I order Larissa. She does so and I use her own bra to tie her hands behind her back. I help her get back up and she stands next to Morticia. Fuck they look hot. I take the gun away from my head and set it on Larissas bed. "On your knees at the end of the bed, against the wall." ...

Larissa x Morticia x Reader ... They were always going to have you on your knees... ... "On your knees." She demands as she rips the blanket off of me. I pull my shirt over my knees and stare up at her confused. She looks down and begins to take off her rings until her eyes snap back in my direction because im not moving. She sighs. "Y/n, do you want to fuck me?" The question sounds surreal, but I can't bring myself to answer or look at her because of my nerves. "Look at me." She hisses and I look up at her. "Good girl." She purrs and my breathing pattern becomes more erratic. "Now watch your headmistress strip for you." ... "I'm gonna have you crying, writhing beneath me as I work your body to its limit." I can feel myself getting wet. "You made me lose. I lost to her because of you." She snarls and a second later her kisses become rougher. "Who on earth are you talking about?" I manage to ask and she chuckles. I groan as her hand has found it's way into my shorts and cups my sex firmly. "The one who couldn't keep her hands off of what's mine. The one you couldn't keep your slutty legs closed to." I realise who she's talking about and I turn red. "You're a sore loser." ...

ℳℴ𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶 𝓍 ℒ𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒶 𝓍 ℴ.𝒸 She's nice, polite, She'll catch you by surprise

"What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly..." Morticia Addams x OC This fanfiction includes some events inspired by the Netflix series "Wednesday".

teacher x student | wlw | age gap Ella Sullivan is an 18-year-old high school senior with a sharp wit and a penchant for sarcasm. Her life revolves around her close-knit group of friends and the love for her dog. But her world is thrown into disarray when she encounters Ms. Catherine Reynolds, the new math teacher. With her icy demeanor and unyielding standards, Ms. Reynolds is known for making life difficult for her students, and Ella quickly finds herself at odds with her. Will they be able to put their differences aside? And what will happen if they do? #1 in lesbianromance #1 in wlwrelationship #1 in agegaprelationship #1 in txs #1 in lesbianfiction #1 in calculus #1 in girlxwoman #1 in mathteacher #1 in teacherspet #1 in wlwteacherxstudent

After a messy year, all Sarah wants is to stay focused. She's 18, in her final year of high school, and determined to stay out of trouble. But things get complicated when she meets her new English teacher, Ms. Miller. Addison Miller is the last person Sarah should be drawn to. She's twice her age, her teacher, recently divorced, and completely off-limits. Strict, unreadable... and somehow, strangely familiar. Sarah knows she shouldn't get involved. But knowing is one thing, wanting is another entirely. Slow burn | Teacher x Student | Age gap

It was never supposed to mean anything. Just a fleeting moment. A beautiful mistake, soaked in midnight and quiet desperation. One night to forget the rules. To taste freedom in the arms of a stranger. To let go without thinking of the morning after. No goodbyes. No consequences. Only touches that lingered too long, and memories etched into skin like whispers. But fate doesn't play fair. Because when Mia stepped into her classroom that Monday morning, time didn't just stop. It held its breath. And there she was. The stranger from that night. But not draped in shadows this time. No, now she stood in the light. Composed. Commanding. Off-limits. Her new English teacher. Their eyes met. A flash of recognition. A pause too long to be innocent. Mia's heart stumbled in her chest. The room faded, voices dulled, the world narrowed to just her. The woman she wasn't supposed to see again. The woman who now held her future in the palm of her hand. And maybe, just maybe, still remembered everything.

Ivy Williams didn't come to Heartfelt University for drama. She came to pass her classes, chain-smoke her way through the stress, and stay out of trouble. Then she met Professor Sinclair. Cold, condescending, and infuriatingly attractive, Sinclair seems to have made it her mission to ruin Ivy's life one lecture at a time. But Ivy gives as good as she gets-and the more they clash, the more the tension starts to twist into something else. Something neither of them is ready for but both of them want far too badly. Sharp words turn into slow glances. Power plays turn personal. And soon, the only thing more dangerous than their rivalry... is what might happen if it stops. [wlw]