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

Darian looked at the door when it opened and someone stepped out. Long dark blonde hair, green eyes that stared at him curiously. A guy? Or a Chick? He couldn't tell. His eyes flicked down to his chest-a guy that looks like a chick, great. Darian sighed and looked away tossing his bag on his bed. The boy walked to him and started politely. "Hello, you must be the new roommate" He mentally scoffed, he even sounds like one. "Do you need me to move anything?" The blonde pressed when he didn't reply. "No" he pulled out his phone, not even looking at him. "I'm not staying here" The boy blinked, mood slowly shifting "Oh... and why is that?" Darian finally looked up. "You know damn well why, why the fuck do have all these girl stuff in the room?" He looked at Darian's bed and all around Darian's side of the room before looking back at him, feigning innocence. "What girl stuff?" Darian's gaze hardened, he motioned vaguely to the other side "Those girl stuff" "Oh, you mean on MY side of the room?" He smiled. "It's fine. You don't have to design your side like that" "No shit. I'm not doing none of that" he brought the phone to his ear. "Can't even get a fucking normal roommate" he complained under his breath. The blonde rolled his eyes, unfazed, walking to his side. He pulled his sweater on, glancing at the Darian's back again before letting his towel drop and pulling his shorts on. Then he sat on his bed, legs crossed while the new boy talked on his phone. (Well that's the limits... interracial romanceee, just read to find outtt) I'm supposed to write a story before this but oh well. #1 🥇fluffandangst #1🥇 feminineboy #2 🥈white #8 masc #6 collegeromance

Tyrell is living to make money, the only thing on his mind is making millions. He's definitely not focused on love. When Tyrell meets sweet Bassir all of that changes for him.

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.

"I don't know, he's just different."

It was supposed to be an easy job. Get the phone and run like hell. Make a few hundred bucks for food, a nice hot shower, and a warm bed to sleep in for a night or two if I'm feeling greedy. I was fast on my feet, could blend with any crowd, and knew how to pick a pocket without anyone seeing. Easy right? Now I'm strapped to a chair, blood running down my face and this man just growled at me. His eyes are starting to glow blue too. What did I just get myself into? How did looking into those blue eyes change my whole life? How much worse can my luck possibly get as everything in my life turns upside down faster than I could keep up? ****** NSFW chapters are censored. Get the full uncensored version on my Patreon page! Link in my Linktree in my profile bio! You have been warned about the censoring, any hate speech in comments about it will result in blocking. Warning ⚠️ strong language, violence, graphic torture, nudity, sex between two men, blood, death,

Hearing about your homie-your lover, being killed is a sad situation. Spending your time grieving over them only makes you want justice. Who knew the dead would come back and handle some unfinished business and hold secrets that weren't meant to be shared.

Zymir has loved Israel longer than he'll ever admit. He never yells at him. Never stays mad. Never lets him get hurt. But what happens when the streets catch up, secrets spill, and love can't stay unspoken forever.

15 year old Theo Beraldi gets sent to Martinelli's all boys correctional stay away facility for his defiant attitude and overall disrespect towards authority. His parents and the 450 people that live in his small hometown think that this southern boy is the worst thing since the devil, but if they knew what came through the doors of Martinelli's, they'd praise God for giving them Theo. What will happen when Theo is met by some of the most rugged boys across the globe and forced to share living quarters with the worst of them all, Xander Sims? *THIS IS A BOYxBOY STORY SO IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING, LEAVE!*

"Explain to me why this not right baby, please." "Nyzir I'm not suppose to feel this way about you."