Ashanti Leneé Duvan is tired. Tired of college. Tired of fake connections. Tired of people not taking her seriously. A junior in college working toward becoming a psychologist, Ashanti is already overwhelmed-and the semester barely started. Between her anxiety, academic pressure, and a love life full of unserious hoes, she's starting to wonder if she is the problem... or if people just can't handle her. Then there's Chase Tavonii Jackson. A fine, nonchalant stud with tattoos from head to toe, a successful tattoo shop, and a girlfriend she probably shouldn't have. Chase doesn't do feelings-she does distance, rules, and cheating before she can get hurt again. One slutterparty. One shared bedroom. One twenty-minute dare. Boundaries get set. Lines get crossed. And neither of them is ready for what happens when attraction turns into something real. Sometimes the people who swear they don't want you... want you the most.

" you're trouble... and i like it " STUDXSTEM

ᵇᵃˢⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗᵒᵒ ˡᵃᶻʸ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ⁱᵗ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵇᵉ ˢᵗᵘᵈˣˢᵗᵘᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵈᵉᵖᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ

{Coming soon} • The streets know Aaliyah as that one girl that no one can mess with. A girl that lets no one talk to her any kind of way , treat her any kind of way. A girl that wouldn't think twice about killing you. Wouldn't think twice about burning the world down for the things she love. Kamiyah is a dancer that ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. But it turned into something beautiful for her , until it wasn't. Until jealousy and envy takes over. And then it was just guilty pleasure from that point forward. • • • "Mm. Mhm right there baby keep going, you can take it." she said as her fingers sped up inside of me. "F-Fuck. Mm I-I can'ttt." "Come on mama where was all that attitude earlier hm??" "I-I don't knoww." I said, my body jerking forward from all of the pleasure I was feeling. "Yes you do beautiful, you must wanted some attention hm?" I couldn't even respond from my orgasm approaching quickly, I just nodded my head repeatedly moving my body up and down to match her rhythm. "If you wanted my attention all you had to do was say that mama."

SXS (studxstud) • they only see each other at family reunions, cookouts, or trips back home. every year, they're a little older, a little braver. • • • • • - MATURE AUDIENCE -DRUG USE -SEX -STRONG LANGUAGE -VIOLENCE - WEAPONS

✂️✂️✂️ A BOOK FOR ALL LABELS . NO ONE WILL BE LEFT OUT . I AM OPEN TO REQUEST

"Who do you belong to?" Ezmeralda demanded, her tone sharp, the question more than just a claim-it was a command. "You-" Olivia groaned, struggling to finish the sentence as her body shook violently. "I belong to El Jefa," she sputtered out desperately, her pride dissolving in the heat of the moment. She no longer cared about holding onto any sense of self; the pleasure was too overwhelming, too good to resist. "Cum, pretty girl," Ezmeralda allowed with a satisfied smile, granting Olivia the release she so desperately craved. Olivia's birthday night takes an unexpected turn when she and her best friend, Phoebe, venture out in search of an authentic Cuban experience. Tired of the typical tourist spots, Olivia persuades a reluctant Phoebe to explore a local restaurant she remembered seeing from their taxi ride. Upon stumbling on something Olivia shouldn't have seen, the girls are thrust into a nightmare, held captive by Ezmeralda, who reveals her affiliation with the Cuban cartel. She gives them a chilling ultimatum: marry into the cartel or face certain death. Olivia, desperate to protect Phoebe, tries to negotiate, offering herself in exchange for her friend's freedom. However, Ezmeralda dismisses the compromise, making it clear that in the cartel, there are no negotiations - only orders and consequences. WARNING: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH OF A CHILD SMUT VIOLENCE USE OF SUBSTANCES this is a dark romance so please do not expect it to all sunshine and rainbows. all sexual scenes are consensual and legal. 🏆 #1 Cuba 🏆 #6 gxg

From a confident crime reporter to an empathetic English professor. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢 is a bold woman with determination as strong as steel. Despite her impressive skills, the news agency she works at treats her like she's invisible. Uncovering the truth and exposing criminals makes her heart beat, and she never hesitates to speak out about the injustices in the world. With a new serial killer wreaking havoc in Los Angeles, her research leads her to Blackstone College. So she disguises herself as a professor, hoping to find the root of all evil. Charismatic Art professor by day, brutal serial killer at night. 𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐮 effortlessly hides the gallons of blood she fills behind a charming smile, and her words are as controlling as the strings on a puppet. Turning heads and causing everyone to adore her was as simple as making blood pour out of someone she despises. The hollow in her heart filled the moment she saw Shanila, and now she's driven by her desire to corrupt her morals. She haunts the souls on her hitlist, but when it comes to Shanila, her love for her takes over. One is convinced a fair sentence is the right and only way, the other thinks bad deeds should be cleansed with death. Their love unknowingly blinded them when they painted the hammer of justice with blood. The consequences for their actions awaited them, yet they couldn't find it in their heart to feel regret. ────୨ৎ──── !Correcting minor errors from time to time! Best rankings ever: #1 in reporter #1 in paintings #1 in womenlovingwomen #1 in justice #2 in teacherxteacher #3 in lesbianstory #14 in blood

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

Adapted From: Studs Get It Wetter. When desire becomes obsession, how do you walk away from the one who owns you? MUST READ.