This isn't a story about falling in love , It's about burning desire.. (triggers ⚠️️ = 18+ senses detailed 🔞 ) its about.... Craving like air. Lust like dripping honey. Whispers that echo. Hands that worship. Pleasure like ache. A Body not just to capture in to a lense.. But a soul to be expose bare. Rebecca Armstrong A girl who lived by rules - soft flower waiting to bloom. Too pure to be pulled into velvet ropes, bare rooms, burning eyes. a girl who was never meant to be anyone's muse. Until she met the one who filmed sin like art. Becky was Too gentle for the world Freen sarocha lived in. And yet... she followed. Freen doesn't make films for pleasure. She captures the ache beneath skin. Craving. Power. Helplessness. The beauty of surrender - not forced, but willingly offered. Freen's camera doesn't just undress bodies - It exposes souls. And in that darkness, something bloomed. Something dangerous. Something holy. Love

Freen and Becky - both brilliant rebels who eludes relationships - are about to meet their match. Freen, a confident and cocky international photographer, lives life through a lens, untethered and unapologetic. Becky, a sharp-minded business prodigy and reluctant heiress, is determined to carve her own path, far from the shadow of her family's fortune. When their worlds collide, will they clash in chaos - or discover an unexpected adventure in each other?

Freen was just trying to survive. After escaping an abusive home and losing the one person who protected her - her mother - she throws herself into the quiet safety of work. Smart, competent, and invisible, she lives for routine... until her late father's secret debt pulls her into the cold orbit of Becky Armstrong. Becky is everything Freen fears: rich, powerful, and emotionally unreachable. Known in the business world for her ice-cold composure, Becky lives behind glass walls - and she plans to keep it that way. What begins as forced proximity quickly descends into power games, mistrust, and suffocating silence. Both women must confront the cost of their pain. This is not a love story. It's a story about cruelty, guilt, survival - and what happens when two broken women realize they've become each other's only chance at something real. G!P Becky Beckfreen #angst #18 plus Mention of harsh language and events

What happens when Freen turns up at Becky's shop looking for a job? What happens when lines are blurred as they start to fall in love with each other? Will things be as straight forward as they would like? See what happens when a straight talking Becky meets a very shy Freen. It's mostly Becky Dominant. It's a 18 plus story. 🔞 It's not my story I am converting it so credits the original author.

Becky and Freen work in the same ad agency, but there's more to it than just getting their jobs done each day. Its a 🔞 story Its a Freen G!P story. I am converting this story.

FreenBecky vampire x human love story. Freen Sarocha dreams of stardom, not soulmates. When she enters the dazzling but demanding world of Cielor, her focus is set-on hard work, rising fame, and a fresh start. But fate has its own script. One glance, one breath, and everything shifts. Rebecca Armstrong, a centuries-old vampire, has long resigned herself to eternal solitude. Duty, time, and heartbreak have dulled her hope-until she crosses paths with Freen. The connection is instant, electric, and utterly undeniable. Drawn together by forces neither fully understands, Freen and Becky must navigate the tangled web of supernatural truths, fame's bright glare, and the inescapable pull of destiny. In a world that tests their limits, love might be their most dangerous choice. ⚠️Becky g!p⚠️ This story contains g!p character so if you feel uncomfortable then it's not your cup of tea. #1 Beckfreen (20/4) #1 Freensarocha (21/4)

In the heart of Bangkok, where power is currency and secrets are more dangerous than bullets, two women are about to ignite a war of obsession, desire, and control. Freen Sarocha Chankimha, the icy CEO of Ninetytwo, built her empire with ruthless precision. On the surface, she's untouchable-feared by competitors, revered by her staff, and adored by the press. But beneath the polished exterior lies a secret she guards fiercely: the face of a woman she can't forget. A brief encounter at a gala months ago left Freen haunted by dark eyes, a scarred brow, and the scent of rain and roses. Since that night, she's searched in silence, consumed by an obsession she doesn't understand-and cannot escape. What Freen doesn't know is that she's already playing someone else's game. Becky Armstrong or known as Rebecca is no stranger to obsession. As the enigmatic leader of Thailand's most feared underground syndicate, she has built a legacy from shadows and blood. Cold, calculated, and always in control-until the night a stranger shielded her in the rain and then disappeared into the crowd. That woman was Freen. And Becky never let her go. Now, Freen's obsession has led her straight into Becky's sights. But Becky isn't ready to claim her prize-not yet. She wants to see how far Freen will indulge in hunger. How deep she'll let herself sink into the chase. Because Freen thinks she's chasing a ghost. But in truth? She's already been caught in the web made by HER.

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! And, just to clarify, everything here is purely fictional and is a product of my imagination, not based on real events. ⚠️⚠️

Becky 'don't tie me down' accidentally sends a dirty text to her boss instead of her 'fuck buddy' could this simple mistake get Becky fired? or could it be the beginning of a whole new chapter in Beckys life? It's a 🔞 story. I am converting this story.

Becky wasn't looking for trouble-just a night to forget. A calm, compassionate soul, she had spent weeks drowning in silent agony, watching her brother slowly fade in a hospital bed. So when her best friend begged her to escape for one night, Becky gave in. The club was loud, intoxicating, and for a moment, she let go-dancing, drinking, and flirting like the world outside didn't exist. But as her hips swayed in rhythm with the music, she caught the attention of someone watching from the shadows. Freen Sarocha. Tall, dangerous, and impossibly magnetic. With eyes darkened by desire and a presence that demanded control, Freen saw something she wanted-and she always got what she wanted. "Bring her to me. I'll be upstairs," she said, disappearing into the VIP lounge without a second glance. Becky never expected that one night of escape would change her life forever. This A Freenbecky Adaptation Credit goes to real author @asleepunicornsreal Freen g!p Enjoyyyyy Guysssss 🫰❤️