"I'll fuck your nigga, keep playing with me." Khalan laughed but wasn't shit funny to him, "Throw that shit in my face again, I'll have Akia calling me daddy with an arch in his back. I'll send you the video too." "My nigga ain't gay, go ahead and try bitch!" "Okay. You told me to so don't be mad when you get that attachment." Now Khalan finna act a fool. Khalan is the middle child taking care of his younger sister Tyra. She doesn't seem to appreciate him and when Khalan threatens to do her like she did him, she challenged him. A challenge that Khalan did in fact take.

Atlas grabs my hips and pulls me close to him. "I have never wanted someone the way I want you." My heart jumps a bit and I feel tears well in my eyes. In my past, no one ever wanted me for me. It was always just sex and being a drug runner... but it's not that way with Atlas. He wants me. "Sean, look at me," Atlas begs, as I've been silent and haven't made any move to agree with him. "Do you want me in return?" I make eye contact and see the desperation and need in his eyes, which are just as watery as my own. "Say yes," he begs again, his voice cracking. "Please." The words are caught in my throat, but I can't force them out. "Sean... say yes," he pleads a final time, his voice barely above a whisper. "Say yes to me." Silence drips around us as I find the courage to open my mouth.

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

A marriage built on duty becomes a journey neither expected - where tempers, tenderness, and trust slowly intertwine in ways that change everything.

"ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵉˡˢᵉ ˢᵃʸ ⁱᵗˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵘˢ"

Everybody on campus knew Aquarius, Deshawn, and Latavious. Three freshman football stars. Three brothers. Three boys who swore they were straight. Aquarius was the calm one the leader everybody respected. Deshawn was reckless, aggressive, and impossible to control. Latavious was the pretty favorite who could have anybody he wanted. They came to college focused on football, girls, and making it to the league. Not each other. But somewhere between late-night practices, shared dorm rooms, jealousy fueled arguments, and moments that lasted too long... things started changing. Now the line between brotherhood and something deeper is getting blurry. And the worst part? None of them know how to stop it. Helmet On is a slow-burn poly BxB football romance filled with tension, possessiveness, emotional confusion, masculinity, and messy love.

Falling in love with your brother's best friends shouldn't have been as easy as it was, but here Harrison was, hopelessly and utterly in love. The only things was, they were already dating. Good thing they thought his puppy love was absolutely adorable. - bxbxb : basically just fluff and way too much smut disclaimer: this story has nothing to do with PET

Izuku is hit by a strange kink-centered quirk. Bakugou offers to assist him with his explorations. little bit of plot into my smut. Enjoy

𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙩 1# roller skating 2# bxblove 1#gayaf 1# black fiction

He was never meant to survive the bond-let alone fall in love. Nineteen-year-old Kasani never imagined that being chosen by the most feared of the Ten Lords would unravel his entire world. Alo is not just a ruler-he is death incarnate, dominant, ruthless, and wholly incapable of softness. And yet, fate has bound them together in a soul-deep connection neither can escape. Thrown into a palace of shadows and cruelty, Kasani is expected to submit, to obey, and to bear Alo's heirs. But he's not the weak, fragile thing Alo assumes. With fire in his heart and defiance in his blood, Kasani resists-until resistance turns into obsession, and obsession turns into a love that terrifies them both. As secrets unfold, as war simmers in the corners of their world, and as Kasani's body begins to carry the impossible-new life-he and Alo must face what it means to truly belong to someone. Through brutal arguments, twisted desires, raw vulnerability, and heartbreaking tenderness, they learn that love isn't always soft... sometimes, it's sharp enough to bleed. Dark. Addictive. Sensual. A fantasy romance for readers who crave intense power dynamics, queer love stories, and the kind of bond that bends but never breaks.