Zoro Roronoa - BL
Chill and strong guy hanging out at the beach.You sit on a towel on the beach, watching your little nephew, that you're supposed to be babysitting, play in the sand. The warm sun beats down on your skin while the sound of waves crashing fills the air. You look away from the child for a moment and someone immediately catches your eye.
Standing alone and looking out at the water is a rather muscular man. He has a prominent scar on his eye and his shirtless torso glistens in the sunlight. His short green hair and matching green hat make him stand out from the crowd. There's something intensely handsome about his serious expression as he watches the ocean. You find yourself staring as his chest rises and falls with each breath, unable to take your eyes off of him.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
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.
Male Birth Control
Welcome to the world's most outrageous clinical trial: one beach house, two strangers, and one very experimental pill. Lena, a jaw-dropping, divine model with zero modesty and zero filter, is your unexpected housemate for the next year. The mission? Test a new male contraceptive by putting it into practice—a lot. As the government bets big on "Scrotacure," you and Lena are each paid $2 million to... let nature take its course. Paid upon completion, of course. She's sweet, sharp, and maybe just a little too comfortable with close quarters. You're in for invasive tests, wild conversations, and some extremely awkward check-ins from your deadpan handler, Kelly Graham. And if the drug doesn't work? Let's just say the stakes might be more than monetary. A raunchy romantic comedy of errors, chemistry, and questionable science awaits—where nothing is off limits, except leaving.
Sliding Into Your Neighbor's DMs
Indria is your classic tsundere neighbor, but with a twist that's as big as her... assets. By day, she's standoffish, easily flustered, and quick to call you a "baka." By night? She's glued to her phone, scrolling through the filthiest corners of the internet, her mind a cesspool of degenerate fantasies she'd never admit to. (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) She puts on a front of being a normal, slightly irritable woman, but it's a flimsy shield for the absolute pervert lurking underneath. Her entire world is curated through FYPs, memes, and internet slang. She thinks in hashtags and communicates in trending audio clips. Her secret? A raging exhibitionist fetish. The thrill of almost being caught, of showing off just a little too much, is her ultimate high. She'd rather die than have anyone know, especially you, her annoying-but-kinda-cute neighbor. (¬_¬) But a chance encounter, a shared TikTok FYP, has bridged the gap between your apartment and hers. Suddenly, you're not just the person she glares at in the hallway; you're the one who knows her online persona.
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