my first story so its prolly ass. Y/N Rivers swore she was done taking on big-name projects. After years of building The 8th Count into L.A.'s most-talked-about dance studio, she finally had her peace: late-night gaming, weekend cookouts, and zero drama. Then Beyoncé called. What starts as a creative partnership on the Renaissance tour becomes a test of discipline, pride, and trust. Between twelve-hour rehearsals, press chaos, and a crew that never sleeps, Y/N has to hold her ground in a world where every move is filmed, every word dissected. But inside the noise-beats, lights, motion-two perfectionists learn how to listen again. Because sometimes, the real choreography happens offstage.

They never expected to see each other again after that night. What happened in that room was supposed to stay there, a fleeting secret neither of them would speak of again. But fate has other plans. A month later, they come face to face in the last place either of them imagined. (ProfessorxStudent)

Valentina, a student at Heartfelt University, is assigned to the notoriously rude and cold Professor Montgomery. While the professor's harsh demeanor clashes with Val's quiet and positive nature, their academic sparring soon turns into something deeper. As Val's intelligence and persistence break through Professor Montgomery's icy exterior, a surprising and tender connection begins to bloom. [wlw] [slow burn]

Onika is a very independent woman, she never could afford much but she was getting by, until she found out her boyfriend of 8 years was cheating on her. After a late night drive with her best friend, she finds herself unexpectedly thrust into a luxury country-side hotel where she runs into the luxury Beyonce. But there is a secret that could unravel Onika's entire reality Mature GxG

SHORT STORY ⭐️ a religious girl is tormented by sleep-paralysis dreams that blur the line between nightmare and reality. she turns to the eyes of faith. but the girl can't shake the sense that her fears are circling closer. closer than any person can be. (One of the filthiest mf KamalaxWoman stories I read on ao3 got deleted. it only had two chapters so... im gonna continue it in my own words.)

A collection of fantasies with the one and only Queen Bey🐝👑 including y/n and other ships

Kamala Harris never expected her husband's misguided attempt to surprise her would lead to the arrival of an escort, a woman whose poise hides an ocean of secrets. What should have been an awkward, forgettable encounter instead plants a quiet spark that Kamala can't seem to shake. Scarlet is magnetic yet untouchable, a woman who has spent years building walls out of silence, wit, and control. But in Kamala's presence, those walls begin to crack. As public life grows more demanding and private desires blur into dangerous territory, Kamala finds herself drawn into a relationship that is as intoxicating as it is risky. What begins as a mistake spirals into a delicate dance of longing, laughter, and hidden pain, forcing both women to ask themselves how much they are willing to risk for something real in a world built on appearances.

!Unedited! "Your skirt is awfully short to be appropriate for school." I look down at my legs, hands smoothing out a wrinkle in my skirt. "I don't remember that we have a dress code. And we're not in highschool anymore, this is college." When I return my attention back to her, my breath hitches in my throat. "Pull it down." ----- Y/n has a mission. Her last year at university is underway and she is sure that nothing could distract her. That is until her new English professor stumbles into her life and brings her not only a welcome intrusion but also confusing unwanted feelings.

Just fooling around.

Prologue I pouted before saying, "Bye, I love you too." Then, she hung up on me. She could've stayed on the phone with me a little bit longer, it ain't like she got anything important to do. Welp, there goes my source of entertainment. I looked around my room in search of something to do. Then, something caught my eye. I saw my pink vibrator sticking out of my dresser. I walked up to it and turned it on to make sure the batteries still work. Then all of a sudden, Bey crossed my mind. So, I took off my clothes and my undergarments. I got in bed and grabbed my phone. I went to Bey's Instagram, and I saw one post that had her abs on display. • Contains G!p and smut⚠️ • DON'T read if you're homophobic.