"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

In a city ruled by secrecy, Zarelda Deavian, an adopted member of a dangerous and powerful mafia family gang ring, finds herself torn between loyalty and love. Tasked with a mission to eliminate a rival, she unexpectedly falls for the target, Briar Mustang , unaware of her connection to her dangerous world. As their forbidden romance deepens, Zarelda must confront the inevitable clash between her heart and the loyalty demanded by the mafia. The story unfolds with a shocking revelation, leaving Zarelda standing at a crossroads, torn between love and duty. #1 in Escape reality #19 in island (I might make some typographical errors from typing to fast...but it's not that bad. 🚶🚶) DISCLAIMER This is not a fan fiction, it's an original story created by me purely from my imagination. It is not to be re-created in any way shape or form without appreciate permission from me. This includes request from translation and so on. _SnowWriteZ.

I have no doubt she could feel my breathing on her face. I grabbed her chin with my hand and pulled her face even closer. "I'm not telling you to leave because I don't like your dick. I'm telling you to leave because I want your dick. I want it inside of me right now, and I want it in there until I fucking pass out. But I am a faithful person, even if I don't like the fucking bastard I am married to. So again I say. Get. The fuck. Out." I lowly growled at her.

She's the woman who hides her scars beneath titanium and silk. She's the chef who wears her truth like a crown. When fire meets flame, can love still be tender? Angel Morgan, a brilliant tech CEO, has built an empire on innovation-but behind every boardroom victory are secrets she's kept hidden for years. Her prosthetic arms, the trauma of a childhood accident, and an abusive ex are ghosts she's mastered how to silence. Jordan Blake is everything Angel isn't-bold, proudly intersex, a celebrated chef who lives unapologetically. When a chance encounter at a charity gala draws them into each other's orbit, both women feel the heat-but neither is ready for the firestorm that follows. As secrets unravel, family truths emerge, and an unexpected love grows, they must decide what they're willing to risk to build the future they never believed possible.

Faye, 36, hates her marriage. She only married Yoko-a 20-year-old intersex woman-to make her mother happy. To Faye, Yoko is boring, too quiet, and too obedient. She treats Yoko coldly, ignoring her gentle face and natural beauty. Yoko always asks permission for everything, and her blind obedience only makes Faye dislike her more. But things start to change when Faye's brother talks to Yoko and encourages her to be herself. Slowly, Yoko stops being so submissive. She begins to trust herself, dress the way she likes, walk with confidence, and shine in her own way. This new Yoko-confident and beautiful-starts catching the attention of younger women. And Faye, who once couldn't stand her, suddenly feels a deep and possessive jealousy. The woman she used to call dull and unimportant is now desired by others. Now Faye must face the truth: she can't stand the idea of losing Yoko to anyone else. She enters a battle with herself, where her need for control fights against her new feelings, until the line between love and obsession completely disappears. - Originally written by the author: @Deusakonan291898 - I just translated this story into the English version. - Yoko is g!p in this story.

What started as a simple plan to make the school's star quarterback jealous turned into something far more complicated. She knew from the beginning that pretending to be with Becky Armstrong-cheer captain, heartbreaker, and the girl who supposedly hated her-was dangerous territory. But when Becky asked her of all people to help with the scheme, how could she say no? Now, tangled in fake smiles and real feelings, she's falling-hard. Watching Becky pretend to love someone else while her own heart breaks quietly on the sidelines is torture. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was never supposed to care. But she does. And that's the problem. Freen g!p First time posting This story is not mine,I only adapted it to freenbecky fanfic Credit goes to the author @cuhbello

Skye saw her chance to get closer to Reyna and grabbed it. Skye became Reyna's new tablemate and more would happen between them. What would a small project for the whole school do to them as new tablemates? Sexual content Intersex

I talk like this cause I can back it up Beyoncé gp x Y/N Just read. Started on February 6th Finished on February 24th

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."

You.gave.me.a.fucking.hickey??!what are you, twelve?" I yell at her because it's a huge one and not even enough make up can hide it because of my brown skin. "Yell at me again and i will give you a reason to scream,"she says lifting my chin up unphased and I'm not sure if it's a threat or a promise. "And that's to let people know that you're mine,Sweets. Now do you want me to zip your dress up or not?" She asks glaring back. Two pollar opposites of almost everything make a deal to get what they both want and go their separate ways, but what happens when they start to break each other's walls? Please vote and comment!! :)