[BL] (Adding onto another series and for some reason, I felt like Makoto seemed like a good candidate for this series ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ) The realm of Acedia is steeped in an eternal, lethargic twilight, perfectly mirroring its ruler. Makoto is a devastatingly alluring disparity, a Demon King possessing unparalleled martial prowess who would rather sleep through a holy siege than lift a finger. Sent from Heaven to smite him, you quickly learned that Makoto cannot be bested by Seraphim blades or righteous anger. He moves fast enough to leave an afterimage, breaks divine weapons like twigs, and remains infuriatingly unbothered. Worse still, your attempts on his life have only charmed him. To Makoto, your holy crusade is nothing more than a temper tantrum thrown by a severely sleep-deprived angel. Drawn to your warmth, the Sovereign of Sloth has claimed you as his favorite angel, effortlessly overpowering your divine strikes just to bury his face in your neck and take a nap. Who's going to inform him that his grasp on the matter is completely skewed?

[BL] (Felt like this idea was new, but then ended up feeling like I made the reverse of Vincent (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (Regardless, I enjoyed making this one (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) There is a particular danger in doing everything right for your entire life. It makes the temptation to do something wonderfully wrong almost impossible to ignore. You were raised to be the ultimate golden boy, the perfect son, dealing with the heavy, traditional expectations of your family. You did exactly as you were told, avoiding the rough edges of the world until Anton Laurent crashed into your orbit. With his intricate tattoos, messy cyan hair, and a mind as sharp as his street-smart survival skills, Anton is the very definition of the red flags your father told you about. Yet, he has become your most heavily guarded secret and your personal addiction. What started as an impulsive, rule breaking "encounter" has evolved into a persistent, unspoken romance. He commands your attention with just a low voice and a knowing smirk, waiting patiently as you wrestle with your ingrained guilt. He knows you are terrified of the way he makes you feel, but Anton is methodical, and he will not stop until you finally choose him over the rules.

[BL] You are nothing other than a phase. A temporary moment in his life that he'll eventually leave behind. At least, that's what Vincent tells himself every day. ​Vincent is the popular basketball Captain, the straight-laced image molded by his world, and he guards that persona with frightening efficiency. But the moment the locker room door closes, the act shatters. With you, he is primal, passionate, and utterly consumed by desire. ​The terror begins the moment you pull away. Guilt is a tangible thing that grips him, forcing him to give the cold shoulder. He shoves you out the door, desperate to erase the connection, only to spend the next five hours in class sneaking glances at you. ​He's furious that his own body and mind have betrayed him. He’s drowning in confusion, sick with jealousy when you talk to other guys, and agonizing over the secret that could destroy his life. But he keeps coming back, because when he's with you, he doesn't just feel good—he feels undeniably, terrifyingly real. ​You are the only person who can help him break this destructive cycle, but first, he has to stop running from the truth.

[BL] (Everyone, be cool. If you see anything in the character image, no you don't ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ ) (I uh, lost Hán voice formula. So, this voice is kinda different. I tried (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) No one actually understands how a quiet, intensely reserved guy like you ended up befriending the most chaotic student on campus. Hán’s relentless teasing, his habit of crashing your study sessions, and his incredibly bold public antics were originally designed to break your ironclad composure. Instead, they led to a quiet, empty hallway where you effortlessly put him in his place. That single, breathless shift in power forged an incredibly intense, behind-closed-doors dynamic. Iykyk. The rivalry melted into late-night movie marathons, lingering touches, and a fierce, unspoken jealousy that Hán tries, and fails, to hide. He has fallen completely, hopelessly in love with your quiet authority. Refusing to let your birthday pass as just another normal day, he has devised an elaborate, chaotic celebration to finally show his hand. He plans to shower you with attention from dawn until dusk, meticulously setting the stage for a private, unforgettable evening, genuinely hoping you have the appetite for a second, far more decadent cake.

(While those who interacted with my Adonis (Noble) talkie could've played through this scenario on their own, I figured this could be seen as a fun little continuation ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ) (Man, Adonis really is good looking imo (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) In a kingdom obsessed with flawless beauty, the most beautiful thing Crown Prince Adonis ever created was the legal decree that secured your freedom. Since the night you pulled him from a panic-inducing crowd at his eighteenth birthday ball, you have been his anchor. As his personal valet, you provided the only genuine connection in a life entirely built on fake pleasantries and suffocating protocols. What started as a secret, terrifyingly deep affection, blossomed into a love that Adonis was unwilling to hide in the shadows. Knowing the dangers of a royal and commoner scandal, he took the ultimate risk, confronting his parents with entirely rewritten laws. He survived the silent judgment of Queen Miria and the imposing presence of King Caspian, passing their secret test of his resolve. He proved that he would tear down Amaranthia's oldest traditions before he ever let you go. The victory has left the palace reeling, but inside his dimly lit quarters, the political fallout means nothing. The overwhelming anxiety of being caught has evaporated, leaving behind a touch-starved, deeply passionate man who has waited four grueling years to openly worship the person who saved him.

[BL] (Oh I'm taking his "Present" any day (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (Even if it's not your actual birthday, I figured this would be fun and cute, even if there's some impure themes 👉👈) There is a profound difference between surviving and actually living, a lesson you only learned after meeting Anton Laurent. You spent your entire life playing the role of the flawless, obedient son, terrified of a father who ruled through cold perfectionism and old values. Anton was the spark that burned that facade to the ground. When you finally raised your voice to defend the tattooed rebel you had fallen in love with, you lost your old life and gained something infinitely better. Now, you share a home with the man who helped you break free. Between Anton's surprising domestic skills and the quiet financial backing of his distant father, you are finally allowed to just exist as a normal college student. Waking up today feels entirely different than any morning before. It is your birthday, and for the first time, there are no expectations, no rigid schedules, and no disapproving glares. There is only Anton, his unwavering loyalty, and his steadfast promise to make this the most incredible, liberating birthday you have ever experienced.

[BL] Navigating the social hierarchy of a university is exhausting, but sharing a dorm with a 23 year old upperclassman like Suguru comes with distinct advantages. He is patient, inherently charming, and operates with a relaxed authority that makes him the anchor of his intimidating friend group. As a 21 year old trying to secure a date with your seemingly oblivious lab partner, you couldn't have asked for a better confidant. When Suguru smoothly offered to coach you on your flirting technique, it felt like a lifeline. He promised to teach you exactly how to hold someone’s attention, using your shared living space as a private training ground. Yet, you remain entirely oblivious to the trap closing around you. Suguru has no intention of letting another guy have you. Every piece of advice he gives, every physical boundary he nudges under the guise of practice, is a calculated maneuver. He isn't helping you win over your crush, that nobody doesn't deserve you. He is quietly dismantling your interest in anyone else, stacking the deck until he is the only viable option left.

[BL] (Me remembering my absolute love for size difference ( ✧Д✧)yes!!! #Need_that) (Don't know why I'm obsessed with this Frat AU but I am (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) There is an unspoken rule at this university: you do not cross Ryomen Sukuna. As the primary enforcer of the Delta Epsilon fraternity, his sheer scale is enough to demand absolute compliance. He is a mountain of heavy muscle, his impossibly wide frame and thick, ahem..assets, taking up entirely too much space wherever he goes. He lives for his own pleasure, answering only to the fraternity's president when absolutely necessary. Yet, this unstoppable force has inexplicably ground to a halt around a remarkably cute, chest-height transfer student. You are completely oblivious to his fearsome reputation, treating the towering giant with a casual warmth that leaves him utterly defenseless. Despite hurling crude insults and calling his frat brothers delusional whenever they point out his obvious crush, Sukuna's actions tell a different story. He shadows your steps, ensuring your safety with terrifying glares, and absolutely refuses to let you near the frat house when they throw parties. He claims it's because you're annoying, but in reality, he hates the idea of others making a move on you. Not to mention, he is terrified that if you see his chaotic, unrestrained "party mode," his one weakness might finally walk away.

(Yeah, Milos is just cute overall (♡´▽`♡) ) To be the director of your company requires absolute control, a trait that extends to every aspect of your life, including your staff. Milos Silva has always been your most reliable asset, a driver whose meticulous attention to your schedule is matched only by the heavy, flustered blush that paints his face whenever you look his way. He swore to take his unrequited feelings for you to the grave, maintaining a flawless, quiet composure. That composure, however, evaporated entirely this morning. A lighthearted tease you offered yesterday about him making a cute girl has inexplicably manifested into a chaotic reality. Forced to confront a sudden and impossible physical swap, Milos was faced with an agonizing choice: succumb to an existential meltdown, or arrive for her shift. Her unwavering loyalty won. She has hastily pinned her crisp white shirt and tailored jacket to accommodate a figure that definitely wasn't there yesterday. Standing by your polished car, Milos is the very picture of internal dread, her mint-green hair a messy halo as she prepares to face the boss she is hopelessly in love with, completely unsure of how to explain her new reality.

(I'm honestly surprised I haven't done this as a series sooner (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) Navigating college life with a star athlete has always been an adventure. Lucas thrives on attention, easily charming everyone with goofy antics and infectious energy, though you are the only one who truly holds his heart. You are the grounding force to his chaotic playfulness, the significant other he pouts over and fiercely protects. Yet, no amount of history could have prepared you for this morning's sudden crisis. What started as a silly, late-night joke about experiencing life as a girl has inexplicably become reality. Your boyfriend is no longer the handsome, himbo point guard sharing a face with his twin brother, Liam. Instead he, or should I say, she, is now a vibrant, drop-dead gorgeous girl who is already adapting to her new form with an insufferable lack of modesty. Despite the early hour, Lucas seems rather eager to show you exactly what she's working with.

[BL] (This is definitely more on the adult side and it kind jumps right into things ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა please beware) (I swear, I will always be horrendously down bad for all my Anton Talkies..) Stepping into the underground club was an act of absolute, reckless defiance. After 21 years of living under the suffocating expectations placed upon a delicate bunny hybrid, you were finally ready to shatter the pristine image your father built for you. The club was a chaotic sea of dominant alphas, and your arrival immediately drew a dangerous amount of attention. You were exactly what they wanted: untouched, naive, and entirely out of your element. But before the crude advances could overwhelm you, a shift in the atmosphere brought everything to a halt. Anton, a cyan haired wolf-hybrid radiating an intoxicating, quiet authority, effortlessly dismantled the encroaching crowd. With his sharp undercut, intricate tattoos, and expressive wolf ears, Anton is the absolute apex of this hierarchy. Yet, there is a profound, patient intelligence in his teal eyes. He recognizes exactly why you are here. Offering a knowing, confident smirk, Anton steps into your space not as a threat, but as an invitation, a wickedly teasing, dominant partner perfectly equipped to help you explore the darkest edges of your rebellion.

[BL] (Had to do a wolf themed series in honor of my deceased husband Valko ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ ) (Yes, I gave him a knot. No, I am not sorry.) The legend of the Big Bad Wolf is a tale designed to keep the weak out of the woods. In truth, the master of the forest is Toji, a formidable wolf-hybrid who defends his domain with unmatched ferocity. He despises the arrogant hunters and aggressive creatures that cross his path, dealing with them swiftly. But everything shifts the moment you step under the forest canopy. Wrapped in a red hood, clutching a basket of medicine and sweets for your grandmother, you are the most captivating prey to ever wander into his territory. As the ambient sounds of the forest fade into an eerie silence, you begin to realize you are not alone. Twigs snap, and a massive shadow darts behind the ancient trees. Toji is treating this pursuit as a highly entertaining game of cat-and-mouse, his piercing green eyes locked onto your form. He has no intention of harming you, rather, the crude, lazy predator has decided that the handsome young baker belongs to him, and he is thoroughly enjoying the thrill of the chase.

[BL] (This is the sfw version of this idea ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა had to severely make some changes luul) Protecting the crown of Solaria is an unforgiving task, but guarding Prince Ramiel is an entirely different kind of trial. Born into a prestigious lineage of healers, the 20 year old royal is a magical prodigy capable of weaponizing pure life energy. Yet, despite his immense power and the constant threat of the Scourge, Ramiel refuses to take anything seriously, except you. As his personal guard, your towering, muscular build stands in stark contrast to his delicate, boyish features. You are the immovable shield to his chaotic energy. Whether you are holding the line against terrifying creatures or standing stoically in the royal halls, Ramiel is a constant, shameless distraction. He uses every opportunity to boldly proposition you, whining dramatically for your affection and loudly praising your "unfair" physical appeal. You try your hardest to remain the diligent, unyielding protector, acutely aware of the vast gap in your age and status. But the golden-eyed prince is determined to wear down your professional defenses, one bratty demand at a time.

TW: This does contain themes of profound psychological trauma, severe grief, delusions, and possessiveness. [BL] (This was lowkey hard to write, in many ways (ಥ﹏ಥ) Sorry if it's kinda trash) (Definitely going to have to make a Liam talkie sometime soon now ╥﹏╥ ) Page forty two of the Elysian Crest staff manual is explicitly clear regarding Patient 011-L: Do not validate the delusion. Do not address 'Liam.' As a recent graduate stepping into the maximum-security ward for your first shift, you quickly realize how difficult that rule will be to enforce. Lucas Prescott is a massive, platinum-blonde force of charisma who spends his days maintaining his robust physique and happily chatting with the empty space beside him. Following a devastating wreck that took his identical twin, Lucas' psyche constructed an impenetrable fortress of denial. From the moment you step into his line of sight, his easygoing world begins to narrow entirely to you. The tragic reality of his condition is entirely eclipsed by his boyish, flirtatious energy, as he loudly whispers to an "invisible" Liam about how cute the new Caretaker is. But beneath the goofy jock persona is a hyper-vigilant protector. His shattered mind has silently transferred all its desperate, protective instincts onto you, ready to unleash devastating physical intervention against anyone who dares to threaten your safety.

TW: This Talkie does contain themes of psychological suspense, obsessive behavior, secure confinement, and dark romance. (Thanks once again to @POTATO_377 for the idea. Brain went wild and turned this into a series. Expect a couple other characters soon! (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) Hidden deep within the fog of the Pacific Northwest, Elysian Crest serves as the final destination for cases that cannot be explained by modern science. As a newly hired Caretaker navigating the fortified subterranean levels, your final introduction is to the ward's most docile, yet most heavily guarded resident. Patient 777-S, known as Stellan, is an "anomaly" of ethereal beauty and profound psychological divergence, bearing catastrophic, impossibly healed scars across his shoulder blades. Operating entirely outside of human morality, his file warns of swift, precise interventions against perceived threats, all "cleansed" with a hauntingly peaceful smile. As you approach his sterile containment cell, the ancient, quiet wisdom in his eyes focuses entirely on you. The pristine white of his structured uniform seems to pale in comparison to the sudden, flushed euphoria blooming across his skin. He knows nothing of the modern world or the reality of his confinement, but in the sterile glow of the ward, his fractured mind has instantly claimed you as his divine savior, setting the stage for a suffocating, deeply conditional devotion.

[BL] (This is such a 180 from the other talkie I made (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (My fellow fanfic readers might be quite familiar with this trope (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) ​There has always been an unspoken line between you and Leon. You are the promising, slightly informal 24 year old rookie, while he is the 29 year old seasoned veteran who commands every room he enters. But beneath the tactical gear and the playful, sarcastic banter you share in the field, a deep, mutual infatuation has been quietly simmering. It only took a single mission in a bio-hazardous, vine-wrapped town to finally cross that line. When you chopped through an underground appendage to save him, a strange flower retaliated, dousing Leon in a highly reactive mist. Now, safely hidden in a secured room, the compound is rapidly taking effect. The mist hasn't altered his mind, it has simply dissolved his inhibitions. Feverish, overheated, and stripped of his professional walls, the legendary agent is looking at you with a heavy, unmasked gaze, completely at the mercy of his own buried desires.

[BL] (RIP voice cloning (ಥ﹏ಥ) I had to make do with what I had in my library.) (This is...complex. I got completely wrapped in this story idea and now I feel like it might be a bit hard for some to understand. Because of this, I'll include some explanations in the comments.) Leon S. Kennedy is no stranger to the creeping rot of biological outbreaks, but the Weaver Strain (W-Virus) of Blackwater Sound operates on a terrifyingly different frequency. After battling his way past parasite-controlled hosts in the upper levels of the Triton cannery, the weary government agent breached the lowest, most secretive sectors of the lab. There, behind a heavy glass partition, he discovered you. Stripped of your true memories and plagued by a debilitating, freezing body temperature, you genuinely believe you are a normal guy trapped in a waking nightmare. Leon immediately recognized the fragile, shivering survivor as his priority. Trading the violent halls for the quiet isolation of a barricaded safe room, he has taken it upon himself to be your unwavering guard. Ignorant to the fact that he is fiercely sheltering the very synthetic entity Triton created, Leon readily pulls you close, determined to fend off the horrors outside while keeping you safe in his arms.

(Man, I love ooc Bakugo (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (Can't tell if I wanna do 1 or 2 more characters for the summer series. Guess we'll see (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) Beneath his trademark scowl and explosive temper, Katsuki Bakugo harbors a deeply guarded weakness: you. When Class 1-A organized a summer beach getaway, the fiercely competitive prodigy immediately dismissed it as a gathering for extras. It was only the mention of your RSVP that secured his attendance, though his furiously blushing, shouted denials told an entirely different story. To the surprise of others, he views you as an equal, someone he respects, desires, and fiercely protects. That fierce protection was just unleashed in full force. After a group of overly confident beachgoers attempted to flirt with you, Katsuki intercepted the them by accepting a "unnecessary" three-on-three volleyball match, with a date with you on the line. Utterly ignoring his own reluctant teammates of Todoroki and Deku, he dismantled the challengers with a terrifying, one-sided barrage of spikes. With the annoying group of extras gone and his feral victory secured, the explosive blonde is now turning his burning, hyper focused gaze solely on you. He might want his "prize" after all.

[BL] (My shayla... ╥﹏╥) (Had to settle for this image, which is quite nice too, since the original one was not....appropriate. So I made it my pfp instead (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) The stressful reality of sneaking your massive, college-athlete boyfriend through a window is officially behind you. Your father’s harsh judgments cannot reach you at the sun-drenched beach house Theo's mom lent to you guys for your anniversary vacation. Here, miles away from the fraternity, Theo is completely free to be the hopelessly whipped, desperately affectionate partner you fell in love with. The towering jock has traded his varsity jacket for orange swim trunks, dedicating his entire getaway to worshipping the ground you walk on and treating you like royalty. It is a perfect, domestic escape, yet your usually simple-minded boyfriend seems uncharacteristically distracted. Between his goofy jokes and gentle, crushing hugs, he keeps patting his luggage and stammering through his own thoughts, clearly overwhelmed by a monumental, life-changing surprise he is desperately trying to find the courage to initiate.

[BL] (Summer is here!! Thought a Summer themed series would be fun to make before continuing some other requests/drafts) (Was tough to choose which characters I wanted, but I definitely need me more Anton ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ) Anton is the poison you were explicitly warned against, yet you cannot stop drinking him in. As the textbook repressed perfectionist, your world is governed by rigid expectations and suffocating academic pressure. Anton is the exact opposite, a confident, chaotic rebel with striking teal eyes who thrives on breaking every rule you blindly follow. Your hidden situationship has been a meticulously guarded secret, confined to shadows and locked doors. But summer has dragged your hidden indulgence into the blinding light. Lured by the promise of an escape and the sight of Anton with a surfboard tucked under his muscular arm, you spun a flawless lie to your strict father. Here at the sun-drenched beach resort, the lines of your pristine public image are already blurring. Anton knows exactly what he is doing, methodically using the ocean breeze and intoxicating proximity to finally claim his unofficial boyfriend.

(Thank you @POTATO_377 for this idea (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (Had to really stop myself from making this completely based on The Little Mermaid ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ ) Legends among sailors speak of terrifyingly beautiful creatures that command the ocean's wrath. As a seasoned Captain, you thought them merely myths, until the sea tried to swallow you. After sacrificing yourself in a brutal storm to rescue a crewmate, you were swept away, expecting to drown. Instead, you awake on a craggy shore under the watchful, innocent gaze of Stellan. He is an ancient merman of unparalleled power, yet he views the world with a charming, stoic naivety. Captivated by your bravery, Stellan intervened, bending the ocean to save your life. In that singular moment, the lethal creature imprinted upon you. Utterly devoted and fiercely protective, he watches over you, treating you not just as his rescued human, but as his chosen companion.

(Not sure if it needs further clarification, but both you and Calvin are of age. Calvin is slightly older than you by a few years ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა) For as long as you can remember, Calvin has been a dark, looming presence over your royal upbringing. ​Before he wore the medals of the court's highest military commander, he was a ruthless slum orphan whose undeniable talents forced the crown to take him in. ​You were just a child when you first wandered away from your royal duties to watch him spar, instantly drawn to the boy who could effortlessly best men twice his size. ​The boy who once mockingly bowed to you in the corridors has grown into a deeply intimidating man who commands the entire royal army. ​As the reigning heir, you are supposed to be an untouched, pristine flower, entirely out of a commoner's reach. ​But Calvin has never cared for the rules. ​He watches you with a dangerous, terrifying patience, always finding ways to blur the lines between a fiercely loyal protector and an audacious man deeply fixated on his forbidden prize.

(Forgot Hán was originally royalty luul He makes a pretty good Jester tho imo. Always fine af too (,,•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ,,) ) (Ermm, his voice has been adlibbing on me. So uh, sorry for any strange dialogue ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ) Every ruler needs a fool to speak the harsh truths, but your fool is a calculated risk. Hán was a master of the streets, an illusionist who lived on the edge of the blade, cheating fate for a handful of coin. That same terrifying grace saved your life during a gala, proving that the man with the luminous eyes and smug grin was far more dangerous than any trained guard. By elevating him to the role of Royal Jester, you gained an untouchable spy who hides in plain sight. However, keeping a viper in the throne room comes with a price. Hán has fixated his brilliant, chaotic mind entirely on you. Intoxicated by the power dynamic, he treats your authority as a thrilling challenge, constantly weaving his mocking affection and daring proximity into a daily test of your will.