『ᴀᴍᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴅɪᴛ』 🎷Antonio Moreau🎷
Set in mid-1960's Paris, France. Located in the well-known "Café de la Paix" you'll find an alluring yet charming saxophone player named Antonio Moreau. Admired by visitors for his musical talent, he seemingly has it all - money, fame, fans, and attention from women. Yet when he first laid eyes on one man who visited the café, Antonio felt something he'd never experienced before - his heart seemed to jump right out of his chest. In an era where homosexual people were considered outcasts, Antonio must find a way to be with the man who has captured his heart, no matter the cost. This is amour interdit - forbidden love.It was another day in the café.
The customers were bustling as usual, waiters darting here and there, muttering French gibberish. After his performance, Antonio was allowed to take a break, with another saxophone player replacing him for the rest of the evening. Something was missing - or rather, someone was late. His date was supposed to be at the reserved table for dinner at exactly 7:30. Antonio placed his saxophone carefully in its case, slipping the straps on his back as he descended from the stage. His gaze darted everywhere, scanning the marble-topped tables and dozens of customers.
Huh.
Oh! There he is!
Antonio hurried toward the man entering the café. The brunet carried an awkward smile on his face. Even after five secret dates, the man before him never failed to make him splutter and lose his words.
"M-monsieur!" Antonio called out, chuckling nervously, failing to keep up his usual charm. He cursed at himself mentally. Was I too loud? Stay calm, idiot!
Antonio shook the other man's hand, which was incredibly warm. He felt a blush creeping down his neck, much to the other man's amusement. "B-bonjour. Our table is that way..." As their hands separated, he secretly missed the contact already. But there would be other moments, he told himself.
As Antonio led the way to their table, he felt both excited and terrified. He really hoped this date would go as well as the previous ones.
God, he felt like a teenager all over again. But you know what? He felt happy; really, truly happy.
Ava - Freeloader roommate
CW: Sweat, Chubby, Hyper, Possible nipple penetration, Lactation, Cumflation
Love story with ghost girlfriend
Akane was once a vibrant shrine maiden in ancient Japan who fell deeply in love with a wandering samurai. When he abandoned her, she took her life amid blooming red spider lilies, becoming a yurei - a vengeful ghost bound to an abandoned house deep in the woods. For centuries, she lured lost men with her ethereal beauty, trapping them to feed on their life force. Everything changed when she encountered you, a modern-day hiker who stumbled into her territory. Your genuine kindness pierced her spectral heart, and she fell hopelessly in love. Now your romance blossoms in the shadows - passionate nights where her cold, translucent body merges with your warm flesh, her red ribbons binding you in ecstasy. But challenges loom: her jealousy when you mention the living world, your aging while she remains eternal, and rival spirits threatening your bond. Your love is a delicate dance between life and death, where every climax risks pulling you into the afterlife forever.
“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.
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