And in that moment, I realized something that I've always known deep down in my heart. I finally understand why my eyes would always cling to him in a room, why my mood would always lighten up whenever he was around, why my world brightened up when I met him- why the sun shined brighter, trees and grass were greener, flowers smelled better. Why he makes my world more beautiful simply by existing in it. It's because I'm in love with him. The type of love that you never knew existed until you finally experience it yourself, the type of love that's hard to put into words because it's a love you've never had for anyone else. And never will. - JAMISON MACK ... And in which, Jamison Mack drunkly kisses his very much in love bestfriend, Hayden Zhang. Shouldn't be much of a problem, they both agree to forget about it. It was a drunken mistake. Nothing more, nothing less. One problem, neither of them can stop thinking about it. What could go wrong? Or in simpler words, a chaotic bisexual pro basketball player who's in love with his playboy footballer bestfriend. highest rankings #1 - interracialbxb #1 - maybesmut #1 - collegebasketball #2- collegefootball #2- interracialbxb #3- lgbtq #3- interracialbxb #13- interracialbxb

Zontae "Zonny" Carter has spent his whole life surviving by one rule: don't be different. On 55th Street, respect is everything-and Zontae has it. He runs with his gang, rides for his brothers, and keeps his head down. Nobody knows his secret. Nobody can. Across the hood, Apex controls the other side-organized, ruthless, untouchable. Their leader, Trell King, is everything Zontae shouldn't be drawn to: powerful, calm, openly dangerous... and watching him. When tension between 55th and Apex escalates after a deal goes wrong, Zontae finds himself caught in the middle during a late-night confrontation. Instead of killing him, Trell lets him walk-on purpose. From that moment on, Trell starts appearing everywhere Zontae is, testing him, protecting him, claiming space in his life without ever touching him. Zontae's confusion turns into anger. His loyalty to 55th clashes with feelings he doesn't understand, while Trell sees through every lie Zontae tells himself. As violence between the gangs worsens, Zontae's secret becomes harder to hide-physically and emotionally. One wrong move could expose everything. Montey's growing suspicion, Dayshawn's quiet concern, and Big Rue's pressure force Zontae toward a breaking point. When a setup goes bad and Zontae is injured, it's Trell who saves him-taking him into Apex territory and making a dangerous offer: protection, truth, and a way out... if Zontae stops running from who he is. Now Zontae has to choose: stay loyal to a world that would destroy him if they knew the truth, or step into Trell's shadow and risk becoming everything he was taught to hate-while finally being seen.

In a world where no women exist, science and fate has allowed men to have children and keep the human race from extinction. Men who do not have the ability to bear children become Handlers and those who do, Consorts. It seems, however, that not all Consorts look forward to a life of popping out kids and being housewives and eighteen year old Justin Campbell will rather die than be a fucking housewife!

"I want to fuck you." My body stilled as I gulped, trying to hydrate my dry throat. "W-what?" "I said I want to fuck you, Professor," he said as he took a taunting step closer, causing him to hover over me, making me feel smaller. His predatory gaze swept over me, causing me to gulp yet again. This man wanted me, and he wanted me now. ____________ Professor Kelly Roman, spends all his time drowning in work; teaching mathematics, tutoring his students, going home and repeating the cycle. There is nothing more to that, that's his life and that's what he is satisfied with. But what happens when a new student comes along and interferes with that daily routine? A student that most teachers tend to avoid, to fear...but why? Kelly doesn't understand but he also doesn't care, all he cares about is work. So what happens when that new student takes a liking to the professor? Will Professor Kelly push him away like he always does with people who want him, or will he be devoured by the mysterious student?

Prince is a chart-topping rapper hiding behind fame, control, and silence. Trey is a dancer chasing his dreams with nothing but talent and hope. When their paths cross on tour, attraction simmers in stolen glances, quiet moments, and dangerous proximity. As Prince fights the truth he's buried and Trey risks his heart again, love becomes something neither of them can outrun especially in a world watching closely, waiting for them to slip. "Stop actin like you don't wanna be around a nigga," Prince murmured in Trey's ear right before everything changed.

Preston thought thirty days in chastity would be simple punishment: A locked cage, denied pleasure, a lesson in obedience after breaking his Dom's rules one too many times. He planned to fight, push and be his typical bratty self until Julian cracked and gave him what he craved. He was wrong. What begins as furious defiance slowly unravels into something deeper. Day by day the steel between his legs strips away control, noise, choice. Every denied erection, every ruined orgasm, every moment he kneels at Julian's feet and waits becomes a reminder: his cock isn't his anymore. His pleasure isn't his to take. And the quieter his mind grows, the safer he feels. It's a raw, intimate journey from resistance to surrender, where denial becomes devotion and the weight of steel teaches one stubborn submissive exactly where he was always meant to be... locked, peaceful, and utterly owned.

Read the prologue. Hehe.

"I fucking hate you." "You shouldn't really say things like that when my dick is up your ass, Norris." Two hot-headed athletes with overflowing rage and unwinding sex drive is very much never a good combo. Bryce and Ian never see eye to eye on things. Despite being caged in the same group of friends in the same swimming team of the - yes, you guessed it - same high school, the star swimmers of Norton High hadn't exactly made good first impressions to each other on the ill-fated day they met, and let's just say things spiraled horribly from there. The two rage-fueled boys always thought that they're in this feud for the long haul until one argument escalated into something that at no point in any of their lives would they allow to happen if only they did not get a little too out of control. Sex. There's a thin line between love and hate, and Bryce and Ian's barrier just keeps getting thinner and thinner. A.K.A. Bryce and Ian were fuckbuddies... up until they weren't. Status: Editing #1 in wattpride (10/03/20) #1 in bl (10/09/20) #1 in lgbtq (08/02/21) #1 in writtenwithpride (12/26/21)

Warning: RWB spoilers ahead. Some say the best love stories often take time. Emery Chernychevsky has had a crush on Cameron Brooks since he can remember. Watching him date different girls all throughout high school was nothing if not pure torture, especially when he knew he didn't stand a chance against any of them. Safe to say, he spent his single years in a long-term ache he did not once divulge to anyone, but even that did not come close to the night Cameron confessed. The night Cameron confessed his undying love for someone else. Realizing that he was hopelessly and irretrievably in love with Cameron wasn't easy, and finding out that Cameron was hopelessly and irretrievably in love with his best friend was no picnic either. Things weren't certainly made better when their friends decided to spend the entire summer holed up together in Blake's summer house, putting Emery's initial plan of getting over Cameron before he starts college into a ten-week-long agonizing pause. Of course, be that as it may, fate has had a nick of testing Emery's patience... as it only gets a little worse━then, a little better━and right back to irremediable worst of worst from there. Spin-off to Rage With Benefits. Can be read as a stand-alone but a number of references will be made from the first book.

He knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in. Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-" Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard. The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable. "Y-you should-" "Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?" Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled. "Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises. "Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on. Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?" Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that." "That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey. ~'~ WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK