𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧: 𝖪𝗒𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖾 𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖺̃𝗌 𝗀𝖾̂𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗂́𝗌. 𝖴𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖻𝗂𝖼̧𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌. 𝖠𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌, 𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾̂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗇𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗌, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺𝗌. 𝖤𝗆 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖻𝗂𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖺 𝖾 𝖪𝗒𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝖾́𝗆 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗌, 𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗆 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗏𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗌, 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖺 - 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 - 𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌. 𝖦!𝖯 | +18 𝖮𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋 @𝗂𝗆𝗓𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋.

Caterina gave a small, amused hum, flipping a page of her magazine as though unfazed. "You'd be hotter if you weren't so mean." "And you'd be hotter if you cut the fucking attitude," Celine shot back, her voice dropping as she leaned closer, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Before I fuck it out of you." When Celine crosses paths with Caterina, the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, she expects a quick and simple plan to settle an old score. What she doesn't anticipate is Caterina's audacious counteroffer: a marriage of convenience that will grant Celine access she can not decline. Their uneasy alliance is fraught with tension-both the fiery, physical kind and the sharp clash of wills that comes from two women with their own dark pasts and hidden agendas. As they step into a world of wealth, deception, and ruthless ambition, their plan teeters on the edge of chaos, with one question looming large: Can they trust each other long enough to survive? Will they pull off the ultimate betrayal-or will their fragile bond bring everything crashing down?

⚠️this book is like 80% smuttt again if not 18+ don't click pls⚠️ Innocent. Sweet. A perfect angel. At least that's what they're supposed to believe. Isabella comes home at twenty-one with a smile too pure to question and a hunger sharp enough to cut glass. She doesn't run from devils. She tempts them. Provokes them. Dares them to lose control. And Valtora is the perfect devil for her. She knows exactly who Valtora is- off-limits, untouchable, a liability written in blood. A woman who built her empire on discipline and fear, who enforced the rules with violence and never allowed herself a weakness. Until Isabella. Isabella doesn't want protection. She wants to be chosen. She wants to belong to one woman and one woman only- the one she's dreamed of kneeling for long before she ever came home. She wants to be broken. Claimed. Ruined. And she knows Valtora will never look at her the way she wants... unless she makes her. So she comes back with a motive. A plan. A slow, deliberate game designed to make even the strongest devil crack. Valtora has no mercy. No softness. No room for mistakes. Until Isabella walks back into her life-grown, fearless, and far too aware of the power she holds. In a city ruled by men, Valtora is the devil they answer to. Isabella was forbidden. Off-limits. Untouchable. Valtora swore she'd never want her. Never need her. Never claim what could destroy her empire. But desire doesn't ask permission. The line between protection and possession blurs. Control turns into craving. And kneeling stops being a game. Because once Valtora decides Isabella is hers, there is no world where she lets her go. Not alive. Not breathing. Not ever. Kneeling isn't submission. It's a promise. And Valtora always collects what's owed. Will attraction, obsession, or even love be enough to stand strong in a world where love is seen as a weakness?

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." A"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)

💦=smut 😈=G!P 🌜=no smut 🧡=trigger warning for any mentions of abuse 💙=sad Y/N is a femme lesbian bottom in all stories. Maybe sometimes I'll make Y/N top. Enjoy 😊.

/g!p x g/

Just a bunch of horny shit

Manhattan é uma cidade dividida por muito mais do que classes sociais, é partida entre luz e escuridão. No Lado Baixo, repleto de injustiças, sobrevivência é sinônimo de sangue, onde as gangues rivais, Shadow Ravens e os Blood Hounds ditam as regras nas sombras. Kylie, líder temida dos Ravens, passou um ano atrás das grades após uma morte que mudou tudo, e está pronta para reconquistar o que perdeu... e destruir quem ousou traí-la. Ao seu lado, Ruby, sua meia-irmã, marcada por cicatrizes daquela noite, tenta resistir ao abismo que a puxa de volta. Mas fugir dos fantasmas do Baixo é impossível quando se nasceu entre eles. Enquanto isso, no Alto, vivem os privilegiados, luxo, influência e uma vida aparentemente intocável. Malia sempre viveu do lado certo da cidade, riqueza, nome limpo e ódio pelo lado Baixo. Filha de uma das famílias mais influentes de Manhattan, aprendeu a desprezar o submundo. Mas nada a preparou para Kylie, insolente, perigosa, provocadora, que atravessa seu caminho e vira seu mundo de cabeça para baixo. Já Jenna, prima de Malia, retorna à cidade após dois anos longe. Livre, imprevisível e indiferente às regras do Alto, ela nunca ligou para status ou aparência. Quando conhece Ruby, vê alguém que tenta se esconder do mundo e de si mesma. E Jenna está disposta a atravessar cada muralha que Ruby construiu, mesmo sendo avisada de que o caminho até ela é perigoso demais. Ou Na noite da festa de aniversário de 18 anos de Malia Baker, herdeira de uma das famílias mais influentes de Manhattan, os Shadow Ravens, invadem o território sem que ninguém perceba. Entre roupas de luxo, joias discretamente roubadas e olhares que queimam mais que o álcool, quatro vidas se entrelaçam, e nada mais volta a ser como antes. Quatro garotas. Dois mundos. Um encontro que acende uma chama impossível de apagar. Porque em Manhattan, tudo o que começa com um olhar... pode terminar com sangue. E ninguém sai ileso.

"you could have anyone else you wanted to i'm begging you." (dani x g!p reader) in which global group KATSEYE works with well known choreographer Y/n Y/l/n for their ep, BEAUTIFUL CHAOS.

⚠️ Warning: This is an 18+ FreenBecky fanfiction that contains mature themes, explicit content, and strong language. If you're underage or uncomfortable with such content, please skip this story. This is a work of fiction, purely born from my imagination. It does not reflect the real lives of Freen Sarocha or Becky Armstrong in any way. Read at your own risk... or pleasure. Enjoy, and don't forget to leave your thoughts in the comments! Rak Naaa ❤️