"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!

"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.

BINI X FEM READER Allison, inherits their asylum and its eight patients, each with a unique psychological disorder. Thrust into managing the facility, Allison navigates the challenges of her new role while forming deep connections with the patients. As she uncovers their stories and confronts her own grief, will Allison learn to bridge the gap between sanity and madness, find the solace and understanding for both herself and those in her care? Disclaimer: This is purely fanfiction. Any events and their disorders are not applicable in real life. Enjoy (⁠^⁠^⁠)

BINI IMAGINES (Ot8 x Female reader) Female Reader ONLY ❗️Men DNI🚫 ❗️ 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿 This is book is pure fictional and it's only entrainment, please separate fiction from reality.

Aiah's version! Hope you'll enjoy this, free to request any imagine/oneshot, Slow updates GxG If you're not comfortable, I'm not forcing you to read.

Things the Bellas haven't said, but probably would have. Plus some original oneshots. The jokes used are all from the mind of yours truly, not from any other franchise (tv shows, books, movies, etc.) unless stated, so if you're gonna use them , please credit me. ℹ️ will include some mature language/content, so if you're under 16 years of age I advise not to read yet! That being said, get pitch-slapped! *************** [not affiliated with Pitch Perfect or Universal] © Run-Dont-Walk, 2018-

Imagines about the Barden Bellas and the people who play them

"I don't want to wake up to realise you're not there." Where, Maraiah Queen Arceta appears innocent, sweet, and overflowing with love for everyone she encounters. She genuinely embraces others with warmth and kindness. Yet, beneath this façade lies a haunting paradox: despite her loving nature, her hands are stained with the wreckage of hearts she once shattered. Or Saint Miley Artemis Galvez, a prominent member of the infamous PPop group, once experienced a heartbreak so profound that years later, she still struggles to move on from her ex- Aiah Arceta. Aiah Arceta x Female OC THIS IS NOT A MIKHAIAH FANFIC. Start: June 19, 2024 End: August 17, 2024

Fem reader Imagines with the Brightest witch of her age, Hermione granger. // Message me if you have any requests, and if you can't message me, you can leave a message on my message board or comment on the book // Started: November 9, 2021

She was thought to be dead by her father and the whole world. They were all wrong. She wakes up from her slumber of fifty years and finds that everything has changed. She's the only one who hasn't. Deanna Dumbledore is back for a new journey with new people, a few old friends and maybe a second chance at love in one Hermione Granger.