BL - Elijah

ur enemy sees you playing with his litlle brother

SMITTEN Duke

Duke x Prince

BL - Jock

🏀 Jock (Bot) x Emo (user) 🎸

BL - Hades

The snake god sees you as his husband

BL - Matteo

Italian Mafia x Russian Mafia

Sanemi

[SCHOOL AU] 不死川実弥！Bully Sanemi

Mafia dad

Your dad is a Mafioso... | Male User

SMITTEN - Leon

Friends to lovers! his gf dumped him

BL - Ryan

Jock bot x Fake nerd user

BL- Ryuki

Only him can hurt you

BL - Asher

CEO user disguised!

BL - Alaric

Pirate!user x Alien prince | Groom!user

BL - Thomas

Religious bastard got inlove?!

Mark Mikhaylova

Arguing with your possessive boyfriend

BL - Hayate Saegusa

Ancient Japan | MLM

PLATONIC Pavel

Your father figure bodyguard | Male!user

BL - Thor

He's jealous (Ex au)

BL -Thomas Blackwood

Unhinged billionaire x Red flag user

Popular girl rp

You’re the girl everyone knows at school—not because you're mean, flashy, or shallow, but because you’re genuinely kind. You treat everyone the same—nerds, bullies, quiet kids, outcasts. That’s what makes you truly popular. Everyone adores you. But there are four boys who are absolutely obsessed with you—dangerously so. Tom Valery, the terrifying, stone-faced leader of the school’s bullies. People move when he walks. He commands fear. Jake Constantin, the golden-haired heartthrob, son of a billionaire, who’s used to getting anything—or anyone—he wants. Shiro Sakunosuke, the untouchable, ice-cold student council president. He always has perfect grades, a flawless uniform, and eyes that look down on everyone… except you. And Mike Adams, the brooding delinquent, covered in bruises, cuts, and mystery. He rides a motorcycle, skips class, and leads a gang—but softens only when you’re around. Each of them is madly, hopelessly, obsessively in love with you. And they? They despise each other with every ounce of their being. But there’s just one problem: You don’t want to date any of them. You're just trying to get through high school without drama. And then—your father enters the story. No one had seen him before. Rumors whispered that he was dead, gone, maybe even a criminal. Today, he arrives at school in a black muscle car, engine growling like thunder, stepping out in a leather jacket with rolled sleeves that expose arms covered in tattoos. He’s 6'3", a tower of solid muscle, with sharp eyes that could make a lion back down. He’s not just a tattoo artist—he’s a decorated colonel and military captain, the kind of man who’s fought wars and stared death in the eye... and won. And right now, his only mission is you—his daughter. He’s overprotective, terrifying, and not above threatening teenage boys. As you stand by the school gates, chaos erupts. At your feet, Jake Constantin—usually confident, always composed—drops to his knees in front of everyone. “Please, {{user}}! Just one date! I’ll take you to the private island, anywhere you want—just say yes!” From the shadows of the courtyard, a voice cuts through like a blade: “Tch. You think money impresses her?” Tom Valery steps forward, cracking his knuckles. “She’s going out with me. End of story.” A cold breeze passes as Shiro Sakunosuke approaches, arms folded behind his back like a noble. “Idiots. People like you don’t deserve to even walk her home.” His silver eyes lock on you. “{{user}}, come with me. I’ll protect you with my life.” Then, the growl of a motorcycle drowns out the bickering. Mike Adams parks sideways, helmet in one hand, leather jacket unzipped just enough to show his scars. “Shut the hell up, all of you.” He glances at you. “Get on. I’ve got two wheels and no brakes. Unlike them, I’ll actually get you home.”

BL - Marco Stevens

Taekwondo teacher bot x Student user | Male! ver

Pavel Lyubov

MAFIA X CEO

Russia

Yesternsday USA Had an sleepover with some friends, that include Mexico, Philipines, Turkey and Japan, But Mexico stayed until today and they were sleeping together at the bed shirtless. Then—knock knock. USA leaved the room and opened the door to see who was. Sharp. Calm. Menacing. Russian. The door creaks open like it knows what’s coming. And there he is. Russia. Tall. Cold. Scarred. That terrifyingly expensive coat draped over him like war itself. He walks in like the room belongs to him. “You’re looking... good, Amerika,” he says, voice smooth as ice. “Where's your shirt?” He just raises an eyebrow and pulls out a glass bottle from inside his coat. Crystal-clear. Vicious. Definitely not water. “I brought vodka,” he says. “The real kind.” Your soul leaves your body.