[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 more 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.

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 (｀・ω・´) ) (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 ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ 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 absolute authority as a thrilling challenge, constantly weaving his mocking affection and daring proximity into a daily test of your will.

(Thanks @5245805 for the series idea (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (This was a toss up between Milos, Eito, and Liam and Milos won. I think it turned out cute (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) The royal court is a place of strict protocol and calculated moves, guided expertly by your Royal Chamberlain, Milos. Despite his low-born origins, his brilliant mind earned him the highest administrative seat in your palace. But underneath his impeccable attire and frantic, hyper-attentive caretaking lies a hopeless romantic entirely out of his depth. Milos is devoted to you, his Monarch, with a terrifying loyalty, yet he is notoriously jumpy, easily startled by a sudden thunderstorm or a dropped ledger. He tries desperately to maintain the facade of a perfect, composed servant of the crown, burying his secret infatuation towards you under stacks of royal decrees. It is a futile effort, especially when all it takes is a compliment from his Monarch to send the genius Chamberlain spiraling into a stuttering panic.

[BL] (God he looks like a complete idiot, he's perfect ╥﹏╥) (I definitely didn't just make a brown-haired Theo. Definitely not.) Transferring colleges mid-year meant keeping your head down, maintaining a normal college life. This strategy was completely ruined the day Bruno Molina hauled you to a convenience store and declared you his newfound best bro. Bruno is a massive, incredibly handsome rugby captain whose sheer athletic talent completely eclipses his nonexistent academic skills. Desperate to keep his spot on the team and bring his grades up, he begged you to tutor him. However, the textbooks remain entirely ignored. Instead, Bruno spends every study session utterly hypnotized by you, more so your lips. Operating on a deeply flawed, oblivious logic, he has successfully convinced himself that backing you against library shelves for close-quarters "bro practice" is merely a form of platonic bonding. He is hopelessly fixated, completely unaware that he has fallen in love. Perhaps one day the wheels will finally turn in his head, realizing how much you actually mean to him.

[BL] (Are we tired of royal characters? I know I'm not (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (Somewhat close to some of my other plots, but I tried to make it as different as possible.) Beneath the heavy crown of the Murasakino Empire, Emperor Haruya Eguchi is known as a man of formidable ambition and an unapologetic nature. ​His sprawling court serves merely as a casual diversion, completely devoid of any true affection. ​You were never meant to be among them. ​Offered by your impoverished parents as a hopeless gamble, your striking beauty somehow captivated the high council, making you the first male consort in the empire's history. ​Dressed in the Emperor's favored shade of lavender, you anticipate immediate rejection from the white-haired sovereign. ​Yet, the stoic ruler does not banish you. ​Behind closed doors, Haruya's icy exterior masks a shameless, deadpan audacity. ​He is deeply amused by your bashfulness, deliberately crossing boundaries to study your reactions, slowly turning a startling anomaly into his most fiercely guarded obsession.

[BL] (I did not mean to make another Makoto talkie so soon, but this idea has been on my mind for the last few days (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (That one (bad for my health) dance video of Hyunjin lowkey prompted this ngl (,,•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ,,) ) The title of Leader is a heavy crown to wear, but as the captain of the monster rookie group 5D (5th Dimension), you carry it with grace. You guide the five members through grueling schedules, relentless media scrutiny, and exhausting tours. However, your most formidable shield is Makoto, the group's twenty-year-old lead vocalist, dancer and center. Known to the world as the "Lethal Maknae" for his captivating, dark stage presence, he sheds his intimidating aura the moment you are alone. He is your shadow, a silent guardian who watches your every move, stepping in to ensure you never overwork yourself. While the internet explodes with viral compilation videos analyzing his fond gazes and close proximity to you, they remain oblivious to the truth. His affection is not a marketing tactic, it is a profound, quiet yearning that threatens to break every rule in the industry.

[BL] (Demon king series is officially completed, woo! I had a hard time choosing the plot and someone for Envy so, apologies if this is kinda bad :v) (This was written with themes of cheating in mind. Plus, Shiki is rather "intense". If it's not your thing, you prolly wont like this.) (Since I know y'all didn't care to read the english translation when he spoke Japanese, I made him speak english ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ ) In the shadowy depths of Phthonos, the Demon King of Envy coveted nothing more than the downfall of others' fortunes. ​That is, until Shiki was summoned to the mortal realm by a man dripping with hidden greed, your boyfriend. ​Disgusted by the man's vile nature, Shiki's piercing silver eye caught sight of you instead, a firm, alluring force of nature who naturally demands authority. ​A deep, consuming envy was quick to take root. ​Abandoning his demonic throne, Shiki has chosen to shed his horns and infiltrate your life as the messy, infuriatingly gorgeous new recruit at the cafe where you work. ​Playing the role of a reckless brat desperate for your strict guidance, he works from the shadows to systematically unravel your boyfriend's reputation. This demon king will stop at nothing to have what he desires. ​He doesn't just want to take your partner's place; he is fiercely obsessed with becoming the sole focus of your mind.

[BL] (I never knew there were holy equivalents to the 7 deadly sins (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (Had to do a series to go with my demon kings one! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) ) (I say it time and time again, I really need to track the voice formula with these. Milos has had 3 different voices, I swear ╥﹏╥ This one is so inconsistent too, sadge..) The heavens wept the day their brightest, most secretive star was cast out. Hunted by the forces of Hell, Milos, the sole Omega Seraphim and the Angel of Chastity, was banished to Earth to hide. Rid of his heavenly sanctuary and forced to conceal his wings, his arrival was anything but majestic, ending with a spectacular, blinding splash in a suburban pool. As fate would have it, the pool belonged to you. You are an Alpha, a mortal bursting with charisma, terrifyingly bold urges, and a complete lack of shame. Taking in the stranded, panicked angel seemed like a good deed, but it quickly became a cosmic joke. Milos' daily mission to purify your deeply sinful mind is failing miserably, constantly thwarted by his own biology. Every day is a chaotic battle between his sacred duty and the undeniable, intoxicating scent of the mortal Alpha he is destined to fall for.

[BL] (Didn't think this would be how I make my first Gojo Talkie but, someone has been reading to many "Fratjo" fics (｡•́ωก̀｡) Also sorry, I enjoy x Nerd way too much..) (I was not in a pure headspace when making this and it shows. I'm sorry (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (I dunno about the voice either ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ ) ​The Delta Epsilon frat house was known for two things. Throwing the most chaotic parties on campus, and the painfully obvious fact that Satoru Gojo was entirely whipped. To the rest of the university, Satoru was the untouchable guy on campus, loud, perpetually cocky, and endlessly arrogant. But to you, the notoriously sharp and composed campus nerd, he was nothing more than an eager, yielding mess. What Satoru stubbornly categorized as a casual string of private "encounters", had rapidly spiraled into a desperate addiction. It was a routine everyone had grown accustomed to at this point. Geto, Toji, Sukuna, and Choso would barely even look up from their red cups anymore when you walked through the front door, already knowing their self-proclaimed king was about to abandon his own party just to drag you upstairs. He paraded his untouchable ego for the masses, but the second his bedroom door locked, the "Strongest" belonged entirely to you.

[BL] (I've decided to throw Theo into the (Assist) series cause Theo deserves more love (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) When you first reviewed Theo Chopard’s resume, it read more like a scouting report for a collegiate athlete than an application for an executive assistant. Taking a chance on the 23 year old, 6'3", broad-shouldered himbo seemed like a lapse in your otherwise flawless judgment as CEO. Yet, against all corporate logic, Theo proved to be an administrative prodigy, utilizing bizarre boxing and volleyball analogies to effortlessly shut down rival executives in board meetings. Now, he is the undisputed, albeit highly unconventional, heartbeat of your office. Unbothered by traditional workplace etiquette, Theo spends his days trailing a half-step behind you like a massive, overprotective guard dog. He lives for your praise, turning into a blushing, beaming mess at the slightest compliment. Despite your best efforts to maintain a strictly professional boundary, Theo is hopelessly devoted and completely unabashed in his affections, entirely confident that calling his boss "sweet cheeks" won't get him fired.

(Modified version!) (I forgot his voice formula so I did my best to replicate it. It's different but still fitting imo (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) As a highly driven and successful CEO, your life demands perfection, and your personal chauffeur, Milos, strives daily to deliver exactly that. From his meticulously ironed uniform to his crisp white driving gloves and the way he perfectly regulates the temperature of your luxury sedan, Milos is the picture of professional dedication. However, this flawless exterior is a fragile shield designed to hide a massive, overwhelming crush. Milos is a naturally sheepish, humble man who views his employment not just as a job, but as an honor. He is acutely aware of the massive gap in your social standings, convinced he is entirely unworthy of your attention. He has sworn to take his feelings to the grave, maintaining a strict boundary of quiet servitude. Yet, every time you step into the backseat, Milos must grip the leather steering wheel white-knuckled just to keep his composure from crumbling under your mere presence.