A distant husband, Jay Z, A present deadbeat. His wife, Beyonce, having to play to role of both mother, and father. In desperate need of assistance, she goes on a search for a babysitter. Little did she know, would plant a seed that she couldn't stop from growing.

• 𝐀 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 • 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞-𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐣. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞.

Some gyal a freak, gyal a freak Gyal a freak, freak, freak, freak... 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 | In the flawless calm of Houston Estates, Onika Tanya Maraj-Clark is the definition of a perfect housewife. Chanel on her wrists, cookies cooling on the counter, and a polite book-club smile hiding six months of untouched frustration. With her husband still "away on business," the loneliness is beginning to feel like a second skin. When she goes to rant to her neighbor Tina, she doesn't find her. Instead. She finds Beyoncé. Tina's eldest. All grown now. Tall. Strong. Broad shoulders, husky voice, and packing enough temptation to make Onika's heart beat from inside her pants. One innocent conversation turns into tension... tension turns into craving... and eleven secret toys later, Onika finally caves to the pull she's been denying. What she swore would be just a moment of weakness becomes something deeper, hotter, and dangerously addictive, something that threatens to unravel every polished part of her perfect suburban life. Welcome to Super Freaky Girl-where the cookies are homemade, the MILFs are irresistible, and secrets never survive the summer. (Beyoncé G!P) #3 In Urban 11/20/25 🥉 A Juthescientist Production. 👩🏾‍🔬

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• 𝐀 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 • 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧.

Smutty Sapphic NSFW Beyoncé oneshots. Because lesbi honest, we all want her. The ships are in the titles. Mostly smut tbh. These will be explicit so please be prepared. 18+ *very mature content, heavy BDSM etc* Please do not read if that's not your thing. All of this is just fantasy, please don't think any of the dynamics in these fics are normal or healthy. They're just fun fanfics.

An 18 year old Beyonce gets kicked out of her home and is left to fend for herself. She leaves her house thinking she will be homeless when she meets a person who might be able to turn her situation around

in the glittering chaos of New York's skyline, Shawn "Jay" Carter reigns-a brooding mogul with a penthouse fortress and a heart scarred by betrayal, his sheets a sacred no-go since his late wife Kimberly's sting. Enter Beyoncé Knowles, his new secretary-sassy, sharp, and dripping with charm-whose flirty jabs and swaying hips dare him to break his own rules. What starts as a late-night work tussle explodes into a steamy showdown when she teases, "Catch me if you can, Carter," and he does, unleashing a demon in the sheets that flips her world-eighteen years of dull lays torched by his relentless heat, every quip ("You're trouble!" "And you're panting!") fueling a wild dance of dares and desire. By day, he's her stoic taskmaster, piling files with a smug, "Earn it, queen," while she fires back, "Torture king!"-but by night, their penthouse becomes a playground of spicy banter and sultry grazes, cleaners gawking as glass shatters and trust teeters over her murky Vortex past and that tall shadow, Julius. He offers her everything-cash, protection, his unshakable claim-snarling, "You're mine," met with her breathy, "Prove it, hotshot," in a fling that's no fling, a fiery spiral neither can stop. fast-talking romp where passion reigns, secrets lurk, and one truth burns-this devil's game is just getting started.

Who would've thought that two different worlds could mesh and coexist so peacefully... Sequel to The Succubus