Intersex Stories

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

Four brothers? Nah, four sisters. Four different lives, One story. Meet Alexandra Sofian Pendleton-Croft, the eldest. Just like their dad James Nicolai Pendleton, she's a pilot and currently doing her training on becoming the next CEO of the Pendleton International Airlines. With a beautiful fiancé beside her, what more can she ask for? Rohan Beatrix Pendleton-Croft or Brix as her friends like to call her. She's the black sheep of the family with a reputation for being the school playgirl. And as the certified schools' heartthrob, she can get any boy or girl she wants, right? Well, can she? Brianne Ghaille Pendleton-Croft the polar opposite of her sister Brix. She's taking a degree in medicine and hoping that maybe one day she'll take over the Croft General Hospital after their mother Sofia Croft. But before that, she's aiming to be the top of her class and it won't be that easy. And last but not the least, the youngest Jaimeson Dane Pendleton-Croft. She just started University and with her family's reputation in that school, can she live up to their expectations.

Raven is the Alpha Empress everyone fears-cold, ruthless, and utterly in control. She rules with precision, her presence as sharp as her claws, and her heart... well, that's a closely guarded secret, wrapped in frost and mystery, a realm none dare enter. Faye, on the other hand, is a sunbeam in the snow-cute, cheerful, and mischievously playful. She's the Omega of the Snowfang Pack, and the little sister of the pack's Alpha, which means she gets away with far more than she probably should, leaving traces of warmth and laughter wherever she goes, her spirit bright enough to make even the harshest winter soften for a moment. When Faye's lighthearted antics accidentally disrupt Raven's perfectly ordered world, the Empress Alpha finds herself gritting her teeth more often than she'd like, feeling an unfamiliar flutter beneath her composed exterior. And Faye? She thinks Raven's icy glare is just another challenge to tease, a frozen puzzle to melt with her mischievous charm, her laughter, and the quiet pull of her radiant presence that seems to bend even the coldest rules.

falling for your bully?...real smooth Dylan....

"I come baring gift-" I grunt as I'm shoved aside so hard I fly over the porch rail and land on the ground "What the hell?" I say as I sit up grabbing my hat and see Pa on the porch looking down at me concerned. "Damn you ok, firefly?" Pa asks as he winces. "Yeah I'm good but the hell was that?" I say as I stand. "That was ya mama bud..." I leap onto the porch and see mama feeding on one of the men I left on the porch. "Oh mama up?" I say as I drop down off the rail. "Yeah, woke up bout two hours ago..." Pa says quietly. "How were you able to keep her in the house?" I ask as I watch mama feed. "..." I frown and look back over at Pa as I now realize he doesn't have a shirt on. I peak into the house and see the couch basically broken with claw marks all over it. I look back at him slowly. "Oh you disgust me. You couldn't at least do it in y'all's room??!" I say as I grab the other men and drag them inside. "She was ravenous! I was cornered!" Pa says as he waves his arms. "Disgusting!" I shout back.

For centuries, the supernatural world has lived under one truth: There are twelve Houses. Twelve bloodlines. Twelve powers that rule the shadows. Everyone knows their names. Everyone knows their history. Everyone knows they are gone. Because the Thirteenth House was destroyed. Or at least... that is what they were forced to believe.

Milk and Love was a married couple who forgot that they are married because of solving cases and one night the abandoned child name Bonnie came into their life

Managing a multi-million dollar company was exhausting, but Kim Minjeong always found her comfort in the small, soft routines she shared with Ning Yizhuo. They were the perfect, healthy couple-until the bedroom door closed, and the rules changed into a game of power and control they both secretly craved. ​But when an absolute trainwreck of a day at the office leaves Minjeong drowning in stress, a boundary is crossed. Ningning goes to a crowded bar without an answer, and Minjeong's protective instincts take over. A single text left on read for just five minutes sparks a chain reaction of panic, leading to thirteen missed calls on a rainy night. ​Two points of view. One chaotic night. And a confrontation at home where a very bad girl will have to face the sweet, dominant consequences of her actions. [Winter is intersex!!!]

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

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." "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)

Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel. #1 in older women- 4th May.

Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

After living in poverty for most of her life, Rosalind McDaniels accomplished her dreams of success when she became a doctor, she then continued to live her life until it was tragically cut short. When she awoke, she discover that she was reborn in A Song of Ice and Fire, years before the Dance of Dragons and was know as the never-before-existing daughter of King Viserys I Taragaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower, Princess Lilyanna Targaryen. Or The story of how a modern woman must work her hardest to save the House of the Dragon from itself and all others that mean to do it harm. ⚠️G!P⚠️ *Disclaimer* I DO NOT OWN ANY THING ASSOCIATED WITH A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R. MARTIN

5:30 AM. Breakfast. Lunch packed. Laundry. Dishes. Designs for women who get to leave the house. Dinner by six. Every. Single. Day. Liora Bennett used to be a name in fashion. Now she's a routine, one her wife built for her, brick by brick, disguised as love. Victoria Hale doesn't hit her. Victoria just needs to know where she is. Who's looking at her. Why she'd ever want to leave a house this beautiful, a life this provided for. Liora tells herself it's fine. She defends her wife even when no one's asking her to. Even after the night she almost lost their baby alone bleeding, terrified, driving herself to the hospital while Victoria slept two doors down and didn't wake up. She's still telling herself it's fine. Until Victoria's boss sees her across a crowded mall. Valentina Ashcroft doesn't smile. Doesn't laugh. Runs half the city and buries the other half when they get in her way. Nobody's ever seen her soften for anything. Until now. Liora built her whole life around staying small enough not to be noticed. She's about to find out what happens when the most dangerous woman in the city notices her anyway. Some cages are made of silk. They're still cages.

One hides her pain behind loud music and late nights. The other hides her loneliness behind fake smiles and endless flings. A bar girl who has spent her whole life surviving in a cruel world... and a reckless playgirl who never believed in love.What starts with teasing, fights, and attraction slowly turns into something deeper-something terrifyingly real. But when dark pasts, secrets, and emotional scars begin to surface, will they heal each other... or destroy each other completely? A story filled with passion, heartbreak, chaos, and a love neither of them ever saw coming.✨ . . . . . . it's beckfreen 🎀

25 year old Y/N goes out to celebrate her birthday and meets a older fine women who may be a little to mature for her. After one night alone Y/N can't seem to let her go and fights to keep her attention.

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

Zaire also known as "Ghost or Lady" is a known past drug dealer in the City of New York. Her and her brother, Jabez has been running their own drug game with long time friends since she was sixteen once it was passed down by their father. After seven years, Zaire is released from prison In Boston and no longer have the want to be in the drug game any more- none of them do. So aside from being on probation she tries to switch and change her life around for the better. Change means new job and clean money. Shannon Harwick, a billionaire lawyer and business owner who spent more of her life working hard to get where she is. She lives a perfect life as some would see in their eyes. A beautiful husband and son who loves her and she loves back but behind closed doors things are rocky between the two. What happens one day when Zaire ends up applying for her law firm business and eventually gets hired? What happens when a stuck up or as some would say a "boujee" woman perspective changes on Zaire? What happens when Zaire let their guard down for once? Read and see how the two deal with cheating, embarrassment, hurt, happiness, and money. See how they understand the true real meaning of the four letter word... LOVE.

Reincarnation is a cosmic lottery, and this time I've won a medieval village, a twin brother who collects other people's undergarments as though they were sacred relics, and a newborn's body that collapses if I use more than 5% of my own power. Brilliant. Splendid. Marvellous. Well. I have been an empress, a cultivator, a goddess, a dragon, and at least three things that have no name in any civilised tongue. I have governed sects, empires, and at least one dimension that would rather not be mentioned. I have survived wars, apocalypses, and cultivation masters who considered suicide missions a perfectly sound pedagogical method. My plan, then, is simple: pretend to be a normal child, drink my tea in peace, and refrain from destroying anything of structural importance. Eos, my intelligent system, puts the probability of that working out at 12%. She's being optimistic.

Londyn talks too much, pushes too many buttons, and never knows when to walk away. Aries doesn't say much at all. Somewhere between jealousy, late-night arguments, and trouble that refuses to stay gone, the two of them find themselves tangled in something deeper than either expected. And the more they try to ignore it, the harder it becomes to pretend it isn't real.