A oneshot collection of smuts, fluff and angst all about FreenBecky. G!P

Mature content warning: If you're not comfortable with this, please don't continue reading. 🔞🔞 ⚠️⚠️The One Shots will also include stories featuring dominant and submissive dynamics and g!p! Also, just to clarify, everything here is purely fictional and is a product of my imagination. ⚠️⚠️

Engfa Waraha never believed in fate - until it threw her straight into the path of Charlotte Austin, the one person she couldn't stand. To Engfa, Charlotte was nothing but a spoiled, entitled brat - the type of girl who had always looked down on her, believing the world owed her everything. And to Charlotte, Engfa was the player who never took anything seriously, always playing the system. But fate, relentless and unforgiving, had other plans. One moment - one touch - and everything changed. What began as a fierce rivalry between two girls who couldn't have been more different slowly evolved into something more complicated, more dangerous. A storm of hate, desire, and undeniable connection - woven together by a force neither could comprehend. Then, without warning, Charlotte vanished. No explanations, no goodbyes. Engfa never understood why Charlotte left - and maybe that was the worst part. It wasn't just the absence; it was that she disappeared when they'd finally begun to understand each other. Years passed. The questions never left. The rage dulled. The emptiness remained. Just as Engfa thought she'd finally moved on, fate dragged her back to Charlotte - in a sleek office, in one unforgettable moment. What if fate had never let go, forcing them to confront what they could never forget? What if facing the truth could unite them in ways they couldn't predict? The space between past and present is filled with unanswered questions: Charlotte's disappearance, and the unbreakable bond that continues to shape their lives. ***** ⚠️‼️ This story contains: - Intersex themes (G!P) - Mature/explicit content - Angst If this isn't your cup of tea, feel free to skip it. Consider yourself warned 👀 This story will not be translated or converted into any other story. I never gave permission for that. This is purely fanfiction, but the plot is original: MINE. However, I do not own the characters or the name.

Orm Kornnaphat, a dedicated young doctor, is drowning in debt, her struggling clinic on the verge of collapse. When the infamous mafia leader Lingling Kwong-who falls in love with Orm at first glance-offers to pay it all off, the deal seems like salvation. But Orm soon realizes she's not just repaying a debt-she belongs to Lingling now. As danger lurks in the shadows of the underworld, an undeniable spark ignites between them, blurring the lines between fear, loyalty, and an irresistible, forbidden love.

⚠️ 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 ❤️

- mature - skip if uncomfortable - mostly 🔞 and g!p

Am reuploading the smut shot whose draft i had saved. Sorry for the inconvenience. . . . . I'll see how to recover the one shot which i don't have or else I'll just upload a few more later. I hope you enjoy. Warning- Only for 18+

(G!P (Ling)) Orm was drowning-caught between a crumbling legal career and a suffocating, abusive relationship. Then the messages started. Anonymous. Seductive. Dangerous. What began as a twisted game quickly spiraled into obsession. And behind the nameless number was someone who knew her darkest desires... and exactly how to take control.

⚠️: disclaimer this is an intersex story(G!P). When Film enters her final year at an elite academy, she doesn't expect her new literature teacher to be the one person who unsettles her carefully balanced world. Miss Namtan is brilliant, composed, and untouchably professional. Yet as days blur into weeks, an unspoken tension begins to stir between them - lingering glances, accidental touches, and conversations that run too deep. In a world where every word is watched and every boundary matters, how long can they resist the pull that grows stronger with every stolen moment?

One-shots of MilkLove intimate moments. This is a Mature theme.🔞