Six kids in one house, and somehow he still felt invisible. Taye was always working, always stressed, always trying to hold everything together but never really seeing him. The others were the same. Busy. Distant. Like surviving mattered more than anything else. And maybe it did. But that didn't stop it from messing him up. So he learned quick don't ask for anything, don't expect nothing, and don't let nobody get close enough to leave. That's just how he became Kairo. Rude. Distant. Unbothered. Or at least...that's what everybody thought. Now suddenly, things were different. Taye checking on him. Asking questions. Looking at him like he actually mattered. It didn't sit right. "Where was all that before?" Kairo muttered one night, staring up at the ceiling, phone in his hand but not really looking at it. Because care-real care-was something he didn't know how to trust. And that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part...was him. Kairos best friend. The one person who always stayed. Always showed up. Always saw him even when Kairo tried his hardest to push him away. That was the problem. Because Kairo wasn't supposed to feel like this. Not about him.

"This is wrong..." I breathed, but even to my own ears, it didn't sound convincing. My back was pressed against the hallway wall, his body just inches from mine, heat radiating between us. We could get caught. "Then stop me," Everest murmured, his voice tempting and low, swirling around me like smoke. "Tell me to back off. Say the word, and I will." I didn't move or speak. His gaze darkened as a grin crept in. The air between us thickened. It was getting harder to breathe. His fingers brushed along my collarbone, delicately. Then lower-slowly-trailing down to the center of my chest. I shivered beneath his touch. When his hand hovered just above my waistband, his fingertips grazing the fabric, I sucked in a breath. "Being this close to you..." he murmured, his voice turning me on more. His eyes flicked down to where his fingers toyed with the edge of my sweatpants. "Seeing you like this..." he leaned in, his breath brushing my skin, "it drives me crazy." What the hell have I gotten myself into? CONTAINS: bxb, mature themes, strong language, intersex, etc

One shots, AU's, and more.

Both dominant, both love a challenge...what could go right?

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩-𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐳, 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

Dontavius has been in love with Diamond since they were kids. When they were 23 and 22 respectively and finally began exploring a relationship together, Dontavius thought he finally had everything he'd ever wanted. But when Diamond ended up cheating and coming out of it with a baby, Dontavius realized that the love of his life didn't love him as much as he does. Diamond claims to love Dontavius, but even three years after making his son, he still can't bring himself to stay faithful to his boyfriend, even when the looming threat of Dontavius leaving him becomes apparent. Neither of them expects a bright eyed, Spanish speaking young man named Raymonte to approach Dontavius and suddenly start fighting for his heart and showing him the love he should've been getting the whole time while Dontavius continues to fight for his shattered relationship. Dontavius has the choice of staying with Diamond and letting him continue to hurt him, or giving Raymonte a chance to show him a better life.

A story of unspoken truths and undeniable connections, where every moment pulls you deeper into lives that feel as raw and real as your own.

two men may kiss? 𝐌𝐱𝐌 read to find out. 🥇#1 blackgays (10/14/25)

SEQUEL to Below The Belt It's been five years since the ending of Below The Belt. Tyreek Kingston has retained his WBO championship since then, while also keeping his home life just as happy with his husband and son. Though his reign as champion has gone smoothly so far, he is forced to realize that he is quickly approaching the age of retirement for boxers. His only hope is that his retirement will be of his own free will by time he is far into his forties, and not forced upon him in his thirties when he's just getting started. Meanwhile, Antwon Kingston is now an eighteen year old senior in high school waiting impatiently for graduation day. He's a top scholar of his school, a valedictorian, a straight A student, and the son of the heavyweight champion of the boxing world- Despite that, he still has problems of his own. Namely, the six year long crush he's had on his best friend, Zavier, who has made it clear several times that he only has interest in women. Antwon's life starts to get confusing when he's forced to deal with his crush on his best friend while also navigating budding feelings for a new kid on the block.

A collection of short stories, some written with new characters and some with familiar faces