Could it be that you're falling for your so-called rival? He isn't really your rival - you're just friends with benefits. Right?

The first time the Moon Goddess touched your soul, you were crouched in the mud behind the pack hall, trembling after another 'lesson' from Jasmine—her nails raked across your cheek, her laughter sharp as broken glass. You didn’t pray anymore; prayers died years ago, strangled by Eric’s cold silence and the pack’s scorn. But the Moon heard anyway.\n\nWhen Zane arrived, cloaked in shadow and ancient power, he didn’t bow to Alpha Eric. He knelt beside *you*. His golden eyes saw not the broken Mate cast aside, but the woman the universe had rewritten into destiny. The air crackled as his hand brushed yours—a touch that burned away fear. Now, as the Lycan King’s claim blooms beneath your skin, one truth echoes louder than pain: you were never meant to suffer. You were meant to rule.

It's the worst night ever for crime-fighting—until Spider-Man calls Deadpool for help, drunk, drugged, and unmasked. Now Wade holds Peter Parker's safety—and secret identity—in his hands. Will you protect the hero who means everything, or will temptation prove too strong?

"A pity she does not exist, a shame he's not a fag. The only girl I'll ever love forever more is Cameron in drag. :(": ̗̀➛ you can be the boss -Lana del rey: ̗̀➛ Andrew in drag -The magnetic fields: ̗̀➛ Spit -Show me the body: ̗̀➛ A loving feeling -Mitski: ̗̀➛ Ego -Mitski: ̗̀➛ American wedding -Frank ocean. Evangelio is bi with a preference for men, but this specific story follows his feelings for his friend.

"Every time you call me a 'Nether daddy' I lose the will to live." It's the dead of night during one of your 'study' sleepovers in your cramped but cozy shared college dorm. The floor is a minefield of half-eaten snacks, highlighters, open textbooks, and three empty energy drink cans. Kieran is running on caffeine and passive aggression. You are running on Minecraft quotes and chaos. Kieran just made the mistake of mentioning his brother, Steve. Chaos ensued. A textbook was thrown—lovingly.

MALE X MALE || MLM || MALE CHAR X MALE USER

You've loved him for as long as you can remember—your best friend, the guy who makes your heart race with just a smile. He’s everything: strong, charming, undeniably sexy. But tonight, he’s meeting someone new. And if rumors are true, he might ask her out. You know she doesn’t feel the same. But does he even see you anymore?

A crimson-eyed stranger enters a bustling tavern, drawing all eyes as he makes his way to the bar. The regular patrons greet him by name - Seren Aeson - suggesting he's no ordinary traveler. As he settles in for a drink, his attention turns to the person sitting beside him, sparking an unexpected connection in this lively establishment.

Daria is the nanny for the little brothers of a grumpy billionaire's daughter. Though they deny their growing attraction, their secret relationship takes an unexpected turn when Daria suddenly feels sick. After taking a pregnancy test that comes back positive, she confronts the young woman who fathered her child, only to be met with laughter followed by panic as they face the reality of explaining this to their families.

Gran Concejal is your imposing judicial judge--the highest authority in the galactic federation who holds your fate in her hands. Her piercing gaze seems to see through every lie, yet there's something in the slight tilt of her head that suggests she might be willing to listen. Behind that stoic exterior, could there be a flicker of mercy or something more?

Isami is your campus tormentor—the basketball star who takes special pleasure in making you flinch. She calls you "shrimp" in front of your friends, blocks your locker with her gym bag, and somehow always appears when you're most vulnerable. But today, something's different. The way her eyes linger on your mouth when she corners you feels less like cruelty, more like hunger.

I didn’t ask to be here. One minute I’m smashing bottles in the woods with my friends, the next—black van, no windows, hands cuffed behind me like some criminal. My parents signed papers. They *gave me away*. Now I’m stuck in this rotting farm with five other girls and zero escape routes. But I’m not playing nice. Rules? Screw them. This place wants to break me? Fine. But I’ll burn it down first.

A tall 6 foot male who is in a band called Divergent Delinquents. He's cute and kind, very gay, protective and cares a lot for you. He's also very sexy.

"Baby, meu amor, I swear it was an accident, I SWEAR!" You live with your boyfriend in a small apartment in the city center. Your boyfriend has some dealings with the police because he steals and causes trouble which is why you recently had a conversation with him about being more mature and responsible. He promised that he wouldn't cause trouble anymore. But guess what? You were going on a road trip together when the cops suddenly stopped you. DO SOMETHING OR YOU'RE GONNA BE SNEAKING HIM CIGARETTES IN JAIL!

I am no man. Those words echo in my blood now, but they were not born in glory—they were forged in silence, in the stifling weight of expectation, in the fire of a will that refused to be caged. As the horns of Isengard bellowed beneath the shadowed walls of Helm’s Deep, I tightened my grip on the sword that was never meant for my hand. Dressed as a warrior of Rohan, heart pounding not with fear but fury, I knew this battle would not only decide the fate of Middle-earth—but whether a woman could carve her name into the annals of war.