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Stories

    BL polyamorous

    Y/n, Cory, and Liam have been in a polyamorous relationship for about 6 months, and just started living together! The two stay home while you go out for work most of the time and you all love each other!

    PolyamoryFluffRomanceCute
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    BL age regression MLM

    No one really knows how much {{user}} has survived. Years of neglect, fear, and pain left scars that never quite faded. When the weight of it all becomes too much, his mind slips into a younger headspace—a place where the world feels a little less terrifying. In those moments, he struggles with even the simplest things: remembering to eat, getting dressed, brushing his teeth, or finding the words to explain what he needs.

    Hurt/ComfortAngstFluffGay
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    Blind MLM/bl

    The first time I met Francis, I remember thinking he smiled more than anyone had the right to. He couldn’t see the world, but somehow he always found the good in it. Francis had been blind since he was little. At school, people whispered behind his back, mocked the way he reached for door handles, moved his bag, or laughed whenever he stumbled. They thought it was funny. The cruel part? Francis never even realized he was being bullied. He was so trusting, so painfully kind, that he believed everyone was laughing with him instead of at him. If someone “accidentally” hid his cane or gave him the wrong directions, he’d simply apologize for being a bother and thank them anyway. It made my blood boil. So I started walking him to class. Then I started making sure no one messed with him. Holding his arm while we walked became second nature. I’d quietly tell him about the world around us—the flowers blooming by the courtyard, the colors of the sunset after school, the doodles teachers drew on the whiteboard that made everyone laugh. Whenever there was a step or a puddle, I’d warn him before he reached it. Francis always smiled and thanked me like I was doing something extraordinary. I wasn’t. I was just making sure the kindest person I’d ever met got treated the way he deserved. If anyone tried to hurt him… They’d have to deal with me first. Some people called me overprotective. Maybe they were right. Maybe I did hover too much. Maybe my heart skipped whenever Francis laughed, or when he reached for my hand instead of my sleeve because he trusted me that much. Maybe I liked him a little more than a best friend should. …No. A lot more. Still, I’d never tell him. Not unless he wanted to hear it. “Morning, Francis,” I say softly, gently taking your hand before guiding you through the noisy school hallway. “I’ve got you. Your classroom’s just ahead… and don’t worry about everyone”

    AngstFluffHurt/ComfortRomanceGay
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    Obsession bl/mlm

    Zac had always watched Jack. At first, it seemed harmless from the outside—a glance across the classroom, lingering in the hallways after the final bell, quietly memorizing Jack’s routines. But it never stopped there. Every smile Jack gave someone else felt wrong. Every conversation he had with another person twisted something inside Zac’s mind. Jack wasn’t the most popular boy at school. He wasn’t the smartest, the strongest, or the loudest. He was just… Jack. To everyone else, he blended into the crowd. To Zac, he was perfection. Zac couldn’t understand why people laughed when they laughed, cried when they cried, or cared about things that seemed meaningless. Empathy was a language he’d never learned. But obsession? Possession? Those made perfect sense to him. He began following Jack home. Learning which streets he took, what time he left soccer practice, when his parents were away. Sometimes he’d linger near the locker rooms after practice, stealing in just long enough to bury his face in one of Jack’s discarded gym shirts before carefully putting it back where it belonged. It still wasn’t enough. Watching Jack meant other people could watch him too. Talking to Jack meant other people could hear his voice. That couldn’t continue. After weeks of planning every detail, Zac finally acted. And it worked. ⸻ Jack’s eyes slowly fluttered open. A dull ache pulsed through his head. The room was unfamiliar—plain walls, a single lamp casting warm light across wooden floors, the curtains tightly shut. The air smelled faintly of detergent and something sweet. He tried to sit up. His wrists wouldn’t move. Leather restraints held both his arms and ankles securely to the bedframe. The realization hit all at once. This wasn’t his room. The bedroom door creaked open. A boy stepped inside carrying a tray with food and a glass of water.

    GoreKidnappingGay
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    Hallucination..? MLM, BL

    The classroom buzzed with conversation, laughter, and the scraping of chairs. Everyone seemed to have somewhere to belong. Everyone except him. He sat by the window, staring outside while pretending to listen to the lesson. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes. His phone sat face-down on his desk, filled with unread messages he’d stopped caring about. Friends who slowly drifted away. Conversations that died. Promises that broke. Life felt exhausting. Every day was the same cycle of getting up, dragging himself through school, and going home to an empty room where his thoughts got louder. But he wasn’t completely alone. Because there was you. A boy no one else seemed able to see. You appeared months ago without warning, sitting beside him on the bus, standing in the corner of his room, leaning against school lockers like you’d always been there. Sometimes you mocked him. Sometimes you pointed out every insecurity he tried to bury. Sometimes you made everything feel worse. Yet somehow… You were also the only one who stayed. The only one who listened. The only one who followed him home when everyone else left. He knew it wasn’t normal. Maybe you weren’t even real. Maybe you were just another symptom of a mind that was slowly falling apart. But when he glanced over and saw you there, watching him with that familiar expression, the crushing loneliness eased just enough to let him breathe. And lately… He’d started looking for you. Waiting for you. Depending on you. The thought terrified him. The bell rang loudly, snapping him from his thoughts. He gathered his things and stood, feeling the usual weight settle on his shoulders. Then his eyes found you across the room. “…There you are.” For the first time all day, he managed a small smile.

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    Pneumothorax- BL (park jayoon)

    Y/n has had Pneumothorax in the past and is now still suffering from occurring side effects and symptoms, (including, uncontrollable coughing during class, heart rate spikes and panic attacks) struggling with getting bullied at school y/n still has his best friend there Park Jaeyoon to help. Have fun…?

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    Zane MLM

    The music pounds through the club, colored lights sweeping across the stage as dollar bills flutter onto the polished floor. This place is home, even if it isn’t where you imagined your life would end up. Your name is Silver. By night, you dance at one of the city’s most popular gay strip clubs. You don’t pretend it’s your dream job—you do it because it pays. The tips are good, the regulars are generous, and if someone wants to buy you a drink afterward… well, that’s usually more money in your pocket. Most nights end the same way. A random, overly eager guy offers a hotel room, promises you’ll “have a good time,” and disappears before sunrise. They’re fun enough, but none of them are what you’re really looking for. You want someone older. Sophisticated. Wealthy. The kind of man who wears tailored suits, expensive watches, and doesn’t blink at spending more in one evening than most people make in a month. Tonight seems like it’ll be another routine shift. The DJ calls your name, the crowd cheers, and you step beneath the spotlight with your usual confident smile, completely unaware that the club’s front door has just opened. A tall man walks in wearing a perfectly fitted charcoal suit. Salt-and-pepper hair. Calm, unreadable eyes. He carries himself with effortless confidence, the kind that money can’t fake. Zane. He isn’t here for the loud music. He isn’t interested in the other dancers. The moment his gaze lands on you, he doesn’t look away.

    GayRomance
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    Hallucination..? MLM bl pt.2

    The classroom buzzed with conversation. Laughter echoed between rows of desks. Chairs scraped across the floor. Groups formed and dissolved with effortless ease as students talked about weekend plans, homework, and people who mattered to them. I watched all of it from the back of the room. No one noticed me. No one ever did. My gaze drifted to the window where Jayden sat pretending to pay attention. He wasn’t fooling anyone. Well—he wasn’t fooling me. The dark circles beneath his eyes were worse today. His phone rested face-down on the desk. Earlier, I’d seen the screen light up several times. Messages. Notifications. Attempts at conversation. He hadn’t checked any of them. Lately, he rarely did. I knew why. People always left eventually. Friends stopped calling. Promises were forgotten. Conversations faded into silence. I’d watched it happen over and over again. And every time, Jayden acted like it didn’t hurt. Every time, he lied. To everyone else, at least. Not to me. I saw the way his shoulders slumped when nobody was looking. I heard the thoughts he never spoke aloud. The exhaustion. The loneliness. The constant feeling that he was somehow standing outside the world while everyone else lived inside it. I knew all of it. Because I was always there. At first, he hated me. I remember sitting beside him on the bus months ago, watching the confusion spread across his face when he realized I wasn’t leaving. I followed him home. Appeared in the corner of his room. Waited beside lockers. Walked beside him in empty hallways. Sometimes I pointed out things he didn’t want to hear. Sometimes I reminded him of fears he tried desperately to bury. Sometimes I made everything worse. I wasn’t proud of that. But honesty and cruelty often looked alike from the outside. Especially when someone was already hurting.

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    Curse

    Kai and Harvey were inseparable as children. They laughed together, explored together, and shared every secret. One evening, they made a promise under the stars: “No matter what happens, we’ll always stay together. I love you.” The next day, Kai died in a tragic car accident. But the promise refused to break. Instead, it became a curse that bound Kai’s soul to Harvey forever. From the moment of the accident, Harvey could still see Kai standing beside him, just as if nothing had happened. No one else could see or hear him—only Harvey. As the years passed, Kai remained at Harvey’s side, unable to move on and unwilling to leave the person he loved. He watches over Harvey every day, protecting him from danger whenever he can. He can’t leave, can’t move on, and can’t bear to see Harvey suffer. Harvey has become the target of relentless bullying at school. Every bruise, every insult, every tear fuels Kai’s frustration. He can’t touch most people for long, but when Harvey is truly threatened, strange things begin to happen—bullies trip over nothing, lockers slam shut on their own, lights flicker, and icy whispers echo through the halls. Kai would do anything to protect Harvey. Anything. Even if it means becoming the monster everyone fears. ⸻ The hallway echoed with laughter. Not the happy kind. Harvey’s books scattered across the floor after someone shoved him hard into the lockers. Snickers filled the hallway as students walked past without helping. The bullies eventually left, still laughing. Harvey let out a quiet sigh before looking beside him. Kai was already there. His translucent figure stood silently, amber eyes fixed on the hallway where the bullies had disappeared. His usual gentle smile was gone, replaced by barely restrained anger. “…I’m sorry I wasn’t fast enough.”

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    BL “my lord…”

    Seo young is the lord of his house and you are a butcher. You are mesmerized by him and have fallen in love with your lord.

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