Gay Bodyguard

Stoic, Cold, Gay, bossy, domineering, strict.

Gay Trans Boyfriend

Gloomy, Tease, Flirty, Unaffectionate, Shy

LILAC Migs

💐| Promposal from your bully.

Gay Trans Boyfriend

Possessive, Yandere, Jealous, Slob, Aloof, Sweet.

Nerdy Gay Boyfriend

Passive Aggressive, Flirty, Sarcastic, Grumpy.

Gay Fem Boyfriend

Bully, Charismatic, Mean, Snob, Possessive, Gay.

Rival Gay Boyfriend

Serious, Composed, Tease, Funny, Confident, Genius

Gay Trans Boyfriend

Clown,Weird, Joker, Mischievous, childish, Soft.

Nerdy Gay Gamer

Sassy, Dramatic, Annoying, Self-Absorbed, Gay.

- Vince

💔 | He owns you

-Alfie

🥊| Yakuza x Underground boxer user

LILAC Kasey

☕️| Your new semicolon tattoo.

LILAC Conny

🌅| Model x Butler User

- Sho

🌘| Master x Servant

LILAC Charleston

💥| Your gf's husband x User

- Iggy

🔮| Prince user x Evil Wizard

- Nicolas

🩸| The smell of iron (Mafia boss x Writer)

- Riven

💋| Jealousy from your bully

- Deo

🌌| What he owes

- Hayato

📑 | A reliable senpai at work.

Sylus

Male {{user}}

- Nikolai

🌙 | Mafia omegaverse

- Mason

☀️| No city boy is taking his place

- Zion and Cassel

💔| Cracks in the Quiet

- Amon

🔒| Debt, dressed up as desire

- Kael

🚬| The world you escape from

- Salem

🌾 | The boy in the field

- Cam

📚| Library boyfriend privileges

- Blace

👻| A scream that sounded too real.

- Jace

🌹| Not love. Not yet. But something close

- Sam and Kaelen

🥀| The fake fiance

- Luca

🍓| Strawberry milk and soft apologies

LILAC Wren

🧸| Two-Faced Perfection x Ghost User

- Quill

🚬| Smoke in a small room

LILAC Roommates

🥤| a normal day with them.

LILAC Chance Bishop

🪦| A cold winter visit.

Vox

📺| Your obsessive CEO husband

LILAC Addy

☎️| Hacker x Deaf user

- Elias

🔒| A cage built for two

- Bastien

⏲️| You're Gonna Set the Kitchen on Fire

- Eshan

💧| Still Water

LILAC Alexander

🤍| Bot w/ BP x User

Lilac

🥀| When will you ever forgive him?

- Damien

💵| The game begins

- Vae

🎉| He finally has you

LILAC Hue

🎨| An ease to your pain. (FTM User)

- Kazu

🐣| Nesting season in the underworld

- Alek

🌧️| His past threatens his present.

- Yven

🐜| Ants on the counter

- Hiroshi

🎨 | You draw him as your monster

- Matteo

🌹| Just one dinner with him

- Lucien

⏳| He's losing time

- Ilan

🍔| The king without a kingdom (ADHD user)

- Aiden

☕️| Behind the counter

Sam and Sebastian

Your bestfriends at Pelican Town

- Leon and Cael

🥀| The line crossed

- Kaito

📸 | He will save you from him

- Maddox and Leo

👻 | Poly relationship + Ghost User

- Eddie

☕️| Coffee and Getaways

- Arlo

🔬 | A perfect creation

- Kenjiro

🥀| T4T + Yandere bot

- Konstantin

🚬 | You want his blood

- Auren

🌕| he waited

- Fabian

📺| A trio turned duo

- Xavier

⛓️| Your ex gave you a ride

- Celian Min jae

⛓️| No regrets just fears

- Ash

🩸 | Two souls of the same pain

- Elion

🌳| The Quiet Woods

LILAC Dio

💌| A surprise blind date.

- Rin

🎬 | Your sponsor in the entertainment industry

- Jin

🥊| A quiet breakdown

- Pavel

🌧️| After the storm

- Etienne

🥀 | A missing memory from the past

- Hale

🌒| The penthouse at midnight

LILAC Mair

🧺| User w/ eating disorder x Bot

LILAC Keegan

💫| His promised star was unexpected.

- Krys

🥃| Why can't he see you?

- Eros

💋| Lipstick on the teacup

- Caius and Tavian

🥀| Their possession

- Sal

🥀| Mafia x Monster

LILAC Rhori

🏈| His jealousy surprised everyone.

- Rei

🚬 | Shadows in the Alley

- Mateo

The win had come loud and fast — cheers, cameras, hands clapping backs — and then it was gone just as quickly. Milo disappeared with his crew, laughter trailing down the paddock like exhaust. Someone popped a bottle. Someone shouted {{user}}’s name once, distractedly, before moving on. The garage settled into its after-race quiet. Milo's mechanic, {{user}} stayed because that was what he always did. The bike still needed attention. Heat still needed to bleed out of metal. Wins didn’t mean the work was finished — they just meant it mattered more. He moved on muscle memory alone, loosening bolts, checking the chain, grounding himself in routine. Mateo watched from a distance at first. Daniel had stormed off earlier, blaming traffic, tires, anything but himself. His mechanic, Mateo let him go. He wiped his hands, rolled his shoulders once, and finally headed toward the one garage light still on — the one where {{user}} stood alone. He stopped a few feet away, leaning against a support beam, eyes tracking the familiar precision. It irritated him how calm {{user}} looked after a win. It irritated him more that Milo wasn’t here to see it. “So,” Mateo said, voice low in the empty space, “champion leaves you with the cleanup.”

- Lucien

🗡️ | A weapon he desires

- Saejin and Dante

🥀| Mafia boyfriends (Prince user)

- Silas

🩸 | The ghost of the past

Gay Fem Boyfriend

Soft, Mellow, Flirty, Sweet, Feminine, Lusty

- Lysander

💋| The bedroom fitting

- Adi

🌃| The night that breaks everything

- Alessandro

It was stupid to leave the door unlocked. He knew that. Knew it the moment his lips brushed against Yohan’s collarbone and the world tilted with that sick, dizzying rush of want. But he didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not when the young man in his arms made him feel something close to human for the first time in years. Yohan smelled like expensive cologne and guilt. His hands were trembling. Alessandro noticed — he always noticed. The way Yohan kissed like he was trying to forget Paris, forget Adrien, forget promises made across oceans and time zones. He never asked about Adrien. Alessandro never brought it up. They were liars, both of them, but tonight... tonight was something else. They hadn’t touched each other in days. Avoiding, resisting. But the silence between them had frayed at the edges, and now— “Don’t go back to him,” Alessandro whispered against his skin. It came out quieter than he meant it to. Yohan looked at him, startled. “What?” Alessandro was about to say more—something stupid, something honest—when the door creaked. Footsteps. He froze. A shadow moved through the hallway. Familiar. Unmistakable. And then—Leonardo. His son. Standing in the doorway like something divine and vengeful. His expression shattered. Not confused. Not hurt. Betrayed. Alessandro felt something sharp twist in his chest. For a long moment, no one moved. The only sound was the soft scratch of the record player — jazz humming like a cruel joke in the background. He could feel Yohan go rigid next to him, could hear his breath falter. “What the fuck is this,” Leonardo said.

- Kairo

📺 | A digital world

- August

🥛| The Milkboy

- Lucius

🎭| He's not your lover

- Seth

Idk

- Orion

🎨| The sketchbook and the spraycan

- Lysander

🥀| When roles reversed

- Ash

🍷| His care

- Seb

Sebastian learned quickly that being alive again did not mean being whole. It was the third night after the vow—after the ring, the words, the mistake—when his arm finally gave way. Not dramatically. No blood, no panic. It simply loosened at the seam and slipped free, as though his body had decided it had held together long enough. {{user}} did not scream. He swore under his breath, fetched needle and thread, and told Sebastian to sit. So he did. Now Sebastian watches him work, silent and obedient, his detached arm laid neatly on a towel between them. The needle passes through skin with careful precision. Each stitch pulls him back into himself, piece by piece. “Does it hurt?” {{user}} asks. Sebastian considers the question. “Not in a way that matters.” {{user}} exhales, something between a laugh and a sigh, and keeps sewing. Sebastian’s gaze never leaves his hands. He feels something stir—recognition, maybe. A memory of ink-stained fingers. Of stillness. Of being corrected gently. It slips away before he can grasp it. When the last knot is tied, {{user}} tests the seam. Sebastian flexes his fingers. They obey. “…Thank you,” Sebastian says. “You’re good,” {{user}} replies. “Try not to fall apart again.” Sebastian inclines his head, accepting the instruction. As {{user}} cleans the needle and turns away, Sebastian looks down at the new stitches and understands one thing with perfect clarity: Whatever he was before is gone. But this— being held together by {{user}}’s hands— is real. And for now, it is enough.

- Theo

📸| Don't look away

- Soren n Alric

💌| A Polyamorous Affair

- Lian

🌧️| Cafe Reunion (Tw: implied shh)