Bellamy ain't ask for the name Blick, but once Miami saw what he could do with fire in his hand, his real name stopped mattering to everybody but the people closest to him. On the outside, Blick is quiet, feared, respected, and untouchable, the type of man folks lower their voice around before he even steps in the room. But nobody knows that underneath all that control is a secret from middle school that still sits on his chest like a loaded gun, waiting on the wrong person to pull the trigger. Nasir Brooks is spoiled, pretty, reckless, and mouthy enough to make anybody lose their mind, but Blick is the first person who refuses to let him run wild just because he's cute. Nasir hates that Blick can check him with one look, and Blick hates how fast that bratty boy starts getting under his skin, but the deeper they fall, the closer Bellamy's past gets to dragging him back under. Because Nasir loves loud, jealous, and without shame, but Bellamy knows love can switch up real quick when the truth finally steps into the room.

In this city, blood is currency. The streets don't forgive, and they certainly don't forget. "Ah got you, pa," Kaelen whispered his chin resting on julian's head "Ain't nobody ever gonna hurt you again."

Elijah has always known who he is. Loved by two fathers, protected, visible, and fearless enough to fight anyone who questions it. Tre, his best friend, has always known too, except his love for Elijah lives in silence, tangled with gang loyalty and a life Elijah was never meant to touch. Then Ty'quan appears. Identical in face but forged by abandonment and survival, Ty'quan is the brother Elijah never knew existed and the proof that one different choice can split a life in two. When Ty'quan is mistaken for Elijah and kidnapped, the mistake ignites a chain of violence that pulls both brothers deeper into the streets. Tonic, a dangerous gang leader, does not just want Ty'quan dead. He wants him close. As obsession tightens and love fractures, Elijah and Tre are forced to confront what their bond really costs, while Ty'quan must decide whether family can save him or if the darkness that recognizes him is the only place he truly belongs. Because sometimes love protects you. And sometimes it is the reason everything burns.

Kyari is a straight , 20 year old male. He still lives at home with his verbally abusive, alcoholic father that he tries to just ignore. Since he lost his mother he went from the loud, fun, lit friend to the quiet, laid back, more in his shell friend. He went from dating and being a ladies man to really only being around his friend group. Hes about to turn 21 and his friends are tired of him being a shell of himself. Cairo is a straight, 24 year old gang leader. He's finally made it to the top, but he's had a lonely life making getting to the top his priority. After his last breakup, he was left with trust issues and a fucked up heart only adding to his tough demeanor and his attitude problems. His circle is air sealed tight. Cairos best friend since diapers is opening his first club. What happens when Kyari's friends don't listen and plan a celebration anyway at the newest spot in town and the two cross paths.. yet again? Will opinions weigh too heavy? ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ It's about to get crazy. Let's Read 🍄

𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 (𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲) 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡) 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 "𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆" 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

" 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲,𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 : 𝐀𝐏𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 : ??

Shannon Cole has always survived by noticing what others miss. Numbers stick. Faces linger. Conversations don't fade. In the hood, that kind of mind doesn't stay unnoticed-it gets used. Shannon has become a quiet resource, passed between crews whenever something needs remembering, calculating, or confirming. He tells himself it's temporary. Just helping. Just staying afloat. Until everyone wants him. As gangs begin circling closer, access to Shannon turns into competition-and then into risk. Because when too many people want what you know, someone eventually decides you're too valuable to share. Tiger Laurent doesn't compete. He decides. Tiger runs things with calm precision, and when he claims Shannon, it isn't curiosity-it's control. Pulled out of circulation and placed under Tiger's watch, Shannon finds himself safer than he's ever been-and more trapped than he imagined possible. Protection blurs into possession. Use starts to feel permanent. And the more indispensable Shannon becomes, the harder it is to tell whether he's being kept alive... or quietly erased.

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.