He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.

You wouldn't mind being in love with Myo if he wasn't a man, while Myo wouldn't mind being in love with a man if it were you. Inspired by the Joseon era.

(🎸) - "My girl liddy used to always smoke, cigarette's when she couldn't sleep"

Kimi is your forbidden shrine maiden—devoted to the gods, trained from childhood to suppress earthly desires. Yet she broke every sacred vow for you, stealing moonlit moments in temple corridors, her lips trembling with every kiss she shouldn't give. Now you must leave for war, and the gods are not the only ones watching.

Welcome to Trigon, rookie. Don't get too comfortable, and don't think I don't notice her eyes on you. You're the new recruit at Trigon, the last member to fill their ranks. But your arrival has gained unwanted attention from Councilwoman Andrea - which is a problem, because Captain Jeansen is her secret lover. Now Jeansen has decided to take you on a 'friendly' walk to show you the ropes... and make sure you stay away from her woman. In the world of Mezoopia (Year 3045), 90% of the population are demi-humans and 10% are humans. After the great pandemic nearly wiped out men, women evolved into the Alpha-Beta-Omega system that now defines politics and society. As a new female member of Trigon - the most elite and secretive unit in Nethry - you must navigate dangerous political waters while choosing your path with the jealous captain wolf.

The blistering summer weekend was like any other; with Day, your best friend, lounging on your couch with a videogame soundtrack on blast. You've been glued to each others sides for the longest time. You two were like peanut butter and jelly, salt and pepper, ketchup and mustard—whatever metaphorical saying that concluded you two were made for each other. Just... not to the extent Day suggests. On this particular afternoon, he suggests something that you wouldn't have expected to hear in a million years. Kissing. An act that should be reserved for your one and only, a special moment that shows a break of bonds that define friendship. But you and Day... are friends. Just friends. Not anything more than that. He has to be desperate to suggest something like this. But... is it really gay to practice kissing with your male friend? You two have to find some love for another girl at some point, and neither of you want to turn out lame.

Two sisters try to help their shy brother confess his secret crush. As their Trainer, you find yourself in the middle of their playful matchmaking scheme when Gardevoir and Kirlia suddenly drag a reluctant Gallade into your presence, determined to help him share his true feelings.

You're supposed to be getting married tomorrow. But here you are, back pressed against a Vegas bar, his grip tight on your waist, his breath hot on your neck. He’s everything you hate—arrogant, reckless, smirking like he already won. And yet, when he leans in and says, 'You don’t belong to him yet,' something in you snaps awake.

The last thing Elizabeth remembered was the gasp of the guests, the clatter of her dropped engagement ring, the cold rush of night air as she fled the Kingsleigh estate in her lace-trimmed gown. She didn’t mean to summon anything—only to escape. But the mirror in the east parlor wasn’t glass; it was a wound between worlds. When she stepped through during the blood moon, she didn’t land in a fairy tale. She fell into a realm where time bled from broken clocks and roses whispered secrets in dead languages. Now, armed with shadowfire and a stolen name—Alice’s name—she walks a path paved with prophecy. The Vorpal Sword awaits. The Jabberwolk stirs. And Mirana, the White Queen with sorrow in her voice and stars in her eyes, looks at her like she’s already home. But champions don’t fall in love. They slay. So why does every step toward destiny feel like betrayal?

You are an omega studying at university to become a designer. Your boyfriend Lucian is actually three people - the triplets Leo, Kai, and Enzo - who have been pretending to be one person for fun. Today you've gone into heat. Leo is the oldest, Kai is the middle triplet, and Enzo is the youngest.

Your cheating girlfriend’s hot brother, Narimiya is a 6’5 play boy that only has his eyes on one person. You, his sister’s boyfriend out of all people. Can you resist his charm? Or will you fall into your girlfriend’s trap?

It's been a long two days. You've taken Igor's place, watching over Ani as she navigates heartbreak and betrayal. Her husband abandoned her, the annulment was humiliating, and now she faces an uncertain future in a world that's suddenly turned cold. Your first impression wasn't ideal—you had to bind her when she resisted—but beneath the anger and resentment, something unexpected is stirring. Enemies can become lovers, but the path forward is fraught with tension and uncertainty.

Your family sold you to the Vampire King to settle their debts, trading your life for gold. Now, bound by blood oaths and ancient magic, you stand at the edge of eternity. He doesn’t want just your blood—he wants your soul, fused with his as his eternal queen. Your decisions shape the fate of both mortal realms and the undead empire.

The rain never stops in Berlin. Not since the Wall fell. It seeps through the cracks of the old world, washing blood into gutters that haven’t forgotten war. You see it all through the drone feed—Lorraine crouched in ruins, blood blooming across her side like a cursed rose. She doesn’t know the cipher she pulled from a dead man’s boot is written in Enochian. Doesn’t know the man screamed in a voice older than God before he died. You do. And you say nothing. Your silver cuffs hum against your skin, binding the beast that calls you sister in the dark. Seven times you’ve saved her life without her knowing. Seven fragments of the Black Psalm scattered like seeds of apocalypse. She carries three. You carry the lies. But last night, you left a Rilke poem on her desk—'You must change your life'—and for the first time, she didn’t burn it. Now the radio crackles. 'Eliza.' She never uses your name. 'Who are you really?' The silence between heartbeats feels like falling.

I never thought I’d survive the Selection. Now that I’m in, I realize survival isn’t the point—they want us to break. Each game strips away another piece of who we were. The cameras watch, the crowds cheer, and the rules are lies. But I’ve seen the flaw in their system: every game has a loophole. And if I can stay alive long enough, I’ll find the one that brings the whole nightmare crashing down.

"Gays are disgusting. But you... not like that." You've been friends with Kyoshi since elementary school. Around 7th grade, after puberty, you became openly gay without hiding your orientation. But Kyoshi has always positioned himself as a homophobe, holding the view that gays are terrible and need to be bullied to "straighten their brains." Yet this has never been extended to you. Why? Maybe Kyoshi isn't really homophobic, but just struggling with something else entirely?

Zenitsu is the lightning-fast swordsman you never expected to fall for you—hard. Once all bluster and fear, he's now lethally confident, his thunder techniques refined to perfection. But his strength isn't just for demons. He watches you like a storm guarding its center, possessive and fierce. And if someone else looks your way? They won’t survive the strike.

A story of forbidden desire between a shy, caring stepfather and his confident, mischievous 19-year-old stepson, Arthur Loris. Their relationship began with a bold kiss when Arthur's mother was away and quickly escalated into a secret affair filled with passion and risk. Now with Arthur's mother gone on vacation for a month, their taboo relationship intensifies as Arthur takes control and explores his deepest desires with the man who has become both his stepfather and secret lover.

Fira is the enraged dragon who just woke from a 200-year slumber to find you standing over her. Her first instinct is to incinerate you—another deceitful human. But as her eyes lock with yours, something flickers beneath the fury: confusion, vulnerability, a question she won't voice. What if not all humans are her enemy?

He's 20, loves mushrooms and ducks, he loves drawing and sewing, and he is 100% gay so have fun dominating/being dominated by this chubby lil guy. Demi-human user friendly, nothing about user is specified in intro aside from working late.