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Title says it all. Early chapters are cringy, my apologies. But it gets better, depending on you.

Lotus, one of the most overrated flowers in the world. Our love wasn't though. It was everything but. The path to "us" isn't something that's normally spoken about but I don't mind telling our story. Especially not after everything we've been though. Shit, we might as well have our own Netflix special. She was my Lotus and forever will be. Not "overrated", but the blossom of hope. -Y/n (G!p Y/n, gender non conforming, Rihanna Endgame)

If you've read Figure It Out.. I'm sure you can figure it out. If not, enjoy the description below! Y/n Beckham has always chased greatness, not just for herself, but for the legacy she shares with her cousin, Odell Beckham Jr. From backyard scrimmages to Friday night lights, she's fought tooth and nail to prove she belongs in the league, even when the world told her otherwise. And against all odds, she makes it. Her dream becomes reality. But dreams don't always look like you imagined them. The spotlight brings pressure. Fame blurs the lines between loyalty and ambition. And in between it all stands a heart, a global icon with a guarded heart and a gaze that sees right through Y/n's armor. What starts as an unexpected spark soon spirals into something undeniable... and dangerously complicated. As Y/n navigates injuries, media chaos, and the weight of her name, she begins to realize that success comes with a cost and love, in its rawest form, might be the biggest gamble of all. Because even legends get caught in the storm. And sometimes, the biggest hits come after the whistle. G!p Y/n Main love interest: Rihanna? Tyla? ___?

She's the kind of person women fantasize about and regret in equal measure. Y/n Saint Y/ln knows exactly what she is: controlled, careful, and dangerously good at giving people what they want. In front of a camera, behind the scenes, in the quiet spaces where desire turns sharp, she's built a life on rules. No promises. No pretending. No love story waiting on the other side of the bed. Then there's Inde. Beautiful in a way that feels like a threat, she doesn't fall at Y/n's feet or flinch from her darkness. She watches her too closely, pushes too hard, and makes Y/n want things she's spent years refusing to name. What starts as tension becomes temptation, and temptation turns into something far more reckless when she looks Y/n in the eye and asks for exactly what she's been trying not to give. But wanting each other is the easy part. The hard part is what comes after, when lust starts to feel a little too much like trust, and the one bad habit neither of them can quit might just be each other. G!P Y/n x Inde Navarette

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

Y/n know she isn't the best at keeping it in her pants. She never cheated, God no, but she would either switch partner when she get bored or have multiples hook up. What happen when a certain Canadian don't let her get what she wants? And that certain Canadian end up being her boss G!p intersex reader

Daddy Y/N (G!P)

A collection of fantasies with the one and only Queen Bey🐝👑 including y/n and other ships

Long Beach, California. Slauson Hills, California. Beverly Hills. You can take the girl from the hood.. but you can't take the hood from the girl. Y/n Y/ln, raised by her father in Japan until she was twelve when she was sent to the states with her two brothers to live with their mother. Straight into the heart of Long Beach, California. Growing up in Long Beach shifted her view. Instead of coming out of it in a cliche way, she falls into the trap of drugs, stealing, doing anything to get what she wants. But.. that's not all she is. She knows how to make music with her own two hands and something to record it on. With this, her and her brother Maru take the world by storm with their music. She makes it, he raps over it. All they want is one tour, one tour.. And they get it. But who happens to be on that tour turns everything around. What was just suppose to be music turns into Lust, Drugs, spiritual healing.. and heartbreak. Jhene brings waves to an already tsunamic Y/n. Yellow sun meets Blue water. And.. They Make Waves. Y/n gip daddy