"you want to get fucked again, huh, baby boy?"

"Let me be your peace lil daddy"

Story about a 18 year old Terion Douglas navigating his freshman year in college. Run ins with his jock roommate, roommate's friends and everybody going crazy over him, calling him fine and shii. What the helly?

In the close-knit town of Wetherby Hollow, being packless is a red flag. Omegas without protection, Alphas without structure-it's not how things are done around here. But Micah Thorn, a stubborn Omega in his mid-20s, has no choice. After their parents died in a car accident five years ago, Micah stepped in to raise their three younger siblings-two of whom haven't presented yet. Since then, they've been working two jobs, dodging social services, and trying to stay off the town council's radar. When a newly presented Alpha teenager-Jesse Hale-is dropped off like unwanted baggage by his wealthy, neglectful parents, Micah is roped into fostering him "temporarily." Jesse is quiet, damaged, and angry- but not dangerous. Just lost. Then his older brother shows up. WARNINGS Mpreg, MXM love, very graphic gay sex, Childbirth via the anus (Also very graphic), Sex scenes, self harm(Not much), mentions of grape, PTSD, Hallucinations, bad language, discrimination, threat, major character death (Only like two characters, it's fine). I'll put warnings in the chapters where these occur, so if you can skip- although you might be a little lost because these tie into the plot. My characters views or actions do not reflect my own, this is purely fiction that does reflect real life situations (Except for the mpreg, unfortunately)so i try to be mindful and respectful. I also just write about these things because I find it interesting. That is it and that is all. Enjoy #1 in #smalltown

DESCRIPTION: Devonte Armani is seventeen, fragile in ways no one bothers to understand. After a tragic lost, guilt eats him alive, his parents feel distant, and being openly gay makes him a target. He loves too softly in a world that punishes softness, until hating himself feels like survival. Jayden Romari is nineteen feared in the streets, worshipped in the music scene, empty behind the image. Orphaned young, built from violence and silence, he learned power is safer than feeling. He doesn't do weakness. He doesn't do love. So when their worlds collide, Jayden hates Devonte on sight. But when he sees Devonte being hurt, something dark and dangerous wakes up inside him. Obsession replaces hatred. Protection turns possessive. And Jayden is forced to face the one truth that terrifies him most Devonte Armani isn't just a weakness... he's everything he never knew he needed.

❝𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬." 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ "You listening to me for once? Crazyyy." He put his phone down, full attention on me. "C'mere den, sexy. We ain't got nothing but time." He bit his lip. Oh yeah, he was sumn serious cause that lil one two gon get me and him in trouble. . . . Dominic Winters didn't believe in love. Well, that sounded a bit harsh. He just didn't really think it was worth the effort. Why settle for one person when there were so many people who wanted him? So many to romance? He wasn't trying to be a playboy but it just ended up that way. His whole philosophy was "Marriage is a scam. Divorcing is inevitable. Every man and woman alike fell to his feet. There was no discrimination with him. Black, White, They, Them, She, He. He liked them all. It was mere fun to him, like a hobby to go along with his career he was building in college as the quarterback who was on a mission to make it to the big leagues all while keeping his grades in check and hanging with his boys. That's all it ever was for him. Then.. someone new came around. Someone who changed his routine of jumping from one person to the next. Dom was cool with everyone. He said wassup to everyone but when the new sophomore gave him nothing, no reaction, no interest, he was butt hurt to say the least. It even bruised his ego a bit. Messiah Hughes transferred to this new, better college. A fresh start to a shitty past year. It took a toll on him and he needed to get away, he had to. EXTENDES SYNOPSIS INSIDE. Updates every 3-7 days.

"In the darkest night hour, I search through the crowd your all that I see" "I give u everything baby" "love me lights out."

────────────────────────────────────── "Every time she pushed me away, it felt like I was stepping closer to understanding her-maybe more than I wanted to. But when she pulled me in, I couldn't resist." ────────────────────────────────────── This story is GXG || Intersex ────────────────────────────────────── TW | This story includes: •Abuse •PTSD •Slurs •Alcohol, Smoking, Drugs •Language •Detailed Sexual Content

"Avery, meet John and his daughter Mia." I greeted John kindly since my mom likes him apparently. Still don't really approve of him but if she does then I guess I will try to as well. "Mia, go on and greet them don't just ignore them because your mad about this." I looked at Mia and right then she looked at me. We locked eyes and all I could feel was a rush of excitement and thrill. Oh no.. "What's up with her? Does she have a disability? Why is she just staring at me..?" John smacked Mia on the back of her head because of her disrespect. She groaned in return. "I'm so sorry about that, Avery. Just ignore what she said and please try to get along. Both of you." I paid no mind to his words since all that was coursing through my mind was one word. Mate.

Kameron Carter spent three years turning himself into a name the industry couldn't ignore - magazine covers, high fashion campaigns, viral moments, all of it. Fame kept him busy, kept him numb, kept him far away from the one person he could never get over. Saint. He wasn't supposed to see him again. But grief drags Kam back to Chicago, and suddenly the past he buried is standing right in front of him, looking better, looking worse, looking like trouble he still wants. And just like that, everything Kam built starts slipping - the discipline, the distance, the version of himself the world thinks they know. The city is louder, the spotlight harsher, and the internet is watching every move he makes... especially the ones he swears he isn't making with Saint. Between paparazzi flash, industry politics, secret reunions, online chaos, and the kind of chemistry that never learned how to die, Kam finds himself right back where he started: wanting the one man he promised himself he'd never love again. Fame made him shine. Saint makes him unravel. And the line between passion and disaster? Yeah... they're way too good at crossing it.