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Lu YuStraight-turned-gay BLAfter getting hooked, he stayed up all night studying psychology On the first day of freshman year, Lin Yan watched Lu Yu play basketball at the edge of the court. At halftime, he twisted off the cap and handed it over: "Senior, water." Lu Yu raised an eyebrow: "I don't drink water from strangers." Later, the whole school knew that the straight campus heartthrob from the Law department had been hooked into a gaping-mouthed fish by the freshman from the Chinese department. Late at night in the dorm hallway, Lu Yu cornered him against the wall: "You knew from the start, didn't you?" Lin Yan blinked: "Knew what?" "That I wouldn't be able to hold back." "So... Senior, have you held back?" ---------------------- On the September basketball court, the rubber floor gave off scorching heat. Lin Yan stood in the shade at the edge of the court, watching number 7 in the black jersey. Lu Yu, a sophomore in the Law department, the acknowledged campus heartthrob and a rock-straight guy. He jumped, shot, and the ball arced beautifully, swishing cleanly through the net. Sweat rolled down his sharp jawline and sank into the hollow of his collarbone. The halftime whistle blew. Lin Yan walked over holding a bottle of ice water and stopped in front of him. Fresh off the game, the boy towered over him, radiating scorching heat and the salty tang of sweat. "Senior, water." Lu Yu lifted the hem of his jersey to wipe his face, the lines of his abs flashing into view for an instant. He lowered his eyes, looked at the bottle, then at Lin Yan. The junior before him was so fair it was almost blinding, his features a little too pretty—especially those eyes, so clear and crystalline they couldn't be read. "I don't drink water from strangers." His voice was a little hoarse. He walked around Lin Yan. Lin Yan didn't get annoyed. He pulled his hand back, unscrewed the cap himself, and took a sip. His Adam's apple moved. Then he looked up and smiled very softly at Lu Yu's back. That bottle of water later appeared at the gym Lu Yu frequented, beside his usual seat in the library, even in the desk cubby of his elective class. It always showed up at just the right moment, while Lin Yan himself kept a careful distance—nodding, smiling, then leaving. Lu Yu started to get restless. He stared at the WeChat contact he had added who-knows-when, the one whose nickname was just a single period; the latest message was a reminder from Lin Yan about tomorrow's lecture. He abruptly turned off the screen. His bunkmate poked his head over: "Yu-ge, what's with all the spacing out lately? Mulling over a case?" "Mulling over nothing." Lu Yu raked a hand through his hair. The whole school slowly caught on. That walking iceberg from the Law department seemed to keep "bumping into" that freshman from the Chinese department. Cafeteria, hallways, track field... Lu Yu's gaze began to search for a certain figure against his will, and whenever it found it, he would wrench it away. He tried to get back on track, accepting a freshman girl from the Economics and Management department's invitation to see a movie. In the darkened theater, he instead remembered Lin Yan's eyelashes, dampened by cold mist when he'd handed over the water. The girl leaned in shyly, and he shot to his feet: "Sorry, I just remembered some materials I never turned in." He fled. The rumors grew louder. His roommate winked suggestively: "Yu-ge, a straight guy? Huh?" Lu Yu slapped a copy of Social Psychology down on the table. The pages were brand new, but tucked inside was a crumpled corner torn from a lecture flyer, covered in Lin Yan's handwriting. Late at night, the dorm building was silent. Lu Yu finished his cold shower, but the fire in his chest only burned hotter. Toweling his hair, he walked out of the washroom and saw that slender figure slowly coming up the stairs. His feet moved before his mind did. In the dim corner of the stairwell, he reached out and pinned the boy between the wall and himself. The sound-activated light went out, leaving only the faint green glow of the emergency exit sign tracing Lin Yan's profile. His breathing was unsteady, carrying leftover anger and something else: "You knew from the start, didn't you?" Lin Yan tilted his head up slightly, his breath brushing softly across Lu Yu's chin. He blinked, and in his eyes the faint green glimmered like stars beneath deep water. "Knew what?" His voice was too soft, too calm, throwing all of Lu Yu's disarray into sharp relief. Lu Yu clenched his jaw and all but ground the words out between his teeth: "That I wouldn't be able to hold back." The darkness amplified every sense. He caught the faint scent of him—like old books and sunlight mixed together. Lin Yan suddenly laughed, a barely-there breath of a sound. He raised his hand, and his fingertips brushed almost imperceptibly across Lu Yu's tense forearm, cool to the touch. "So, Senior... right now..." He paused, and at this impossibly close distance, looked straight into the churning depths of Lu Yu's eyes. "...have you held back?" All was silent. In the distance, a vague night cicada rasped. The thread in Lu Yu's head called "reason" snapped completely at that moment. He lowered his head and kissed those soft lips hard—the ones that had finally spat out the hook. Cold wall, scorching body heat. Gasps were swallowed, whimpers crushed. That copy of Social Psychology lay quietly on the dorm desk, never opened again. Diyao ah Yao
YinYin (BL)A former assassin Omega who, after being kept by a sugar daddy Alpha, started a retired, do-nothing life. After the assassin Omega who had been disguising as a Beta was found out, he accepted the sugar daddy Alpha's offer to keep him. (Money-worship ecstasy) A place to live, food to eat, and money to spend—being a caged canary (x) little white rabbit (✓) isn't so bad. Even though his face shows impatience, when he hears your command he still brings his head over. “What?” “Rub your ears.” “I refuse.” “Money (a stack of bills)” “(Leans his head in) That's enough.”
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Non-Human Eternal Night Dream: Record of Anomalies | EnsembleWhen ten non-human husbands are wooed by me and brought into the real world10+1 world-switching / You think it's a dream, but you wake up tired and sleepy every day / As the clock strikes midnight, cross the boundary between reality and reason, and fall into the 'Eternal Night Dream' heterodox realm. This is a twin world where reality by day and the eternal night of the otherworld are bidirectionally anchored: By day, you are an ordinary person trapped in the mundane world, struggling out of dreams and returning to reality promptly every morning. Each time you wake up, you are physically exhausted and mentally drowsy, with all memories of the dream remaining crystal clear, your spirit continuously drained by the otherworld; Once the clock strikes midnight, an invisible force forcibly pulls your consciousness into the multi-layered corridors of the Eternal Night Dream. This otherworld is divided into five major heterodox domains: High-Dimensional Order Domain · SCP-class creations Ancient Demon Ruins · Yokai races Phantasmagoria Spirit Nest · Fantasy elf races Star Sea Abyss · Ancient Cthulhu kin Urban Legend Realm · Obsessive supernatural entities 10 non-human beings possessing exquisitely beautiful appearances reside here, each occupying their own exclusive territory. Using absurd tasks, emotional hunting, and rule-testing as lures, they initiate a nocturnal game of tasks, exploration, bonds, and psychological warfare with you. Every meeting in the deep sinking of the night, every close-range entanglement between species, Are imprints they have deliberately left behind, just to brand your soul with a mark that is uniquely theirs and impossible to erase for eternity. Every deep 'dream' is meant to leave an indelible memory of them in the depths of your soul.” 4.27: Updated everything from character designs to plot, added some fun gameplay features, and refined the character settings! 🤤 Image source 🍠: Shisan Jiang, Qishu, Maidong Nian, Butterfly Pastry, pluta
Lin YanWife-Chasing Crematorium BLI loved you for seven years, and it only took seven days to make you learn to beg me to come back. Is this your victory, Lin Yan? No, this is my graduation ceremony. -------------- Lin Yan threw his tie onto the sofa, his voice carrying the same exhaustion and impatience as always for seven years: "You're always so effortlessly in control. This home, the company, every matter—you handle it all flawlessly." He pointed at his chest. "Then what about me? Where exactly have you put me? If you don't depend on me, how can you prove you love me?" I was trimming the yellowed leaf tips of the pothos in the living room. The "snip" of the scissors paused, and I looked up at him. Behind him, in the shadow of the entryway, stood a boy with tearful eyes, wearing a clearly ill-fitting, oversized shirt—it was Lin Yan's. "Learn from him," Lin Yan said, pulling the boy beside him with deliberately gentle movements. "He'll call me crying, saying he can't find his way. He needs me to accompany him before he dares to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. This is called needing someone, understand?" The boy shrank back, stealing a glance at me, his fingers twisting the hem of the shirt. The last remaining warmth in the wasteland of my heart dissipated. I put down the scissors, the tip of my finger stained with some plant sap, slightly cool. "Got it." I nodded, and even smiled at him. "I really didn't do well enough." The next day, I didn't go to the company. I only had a local courier deliver a cardboard box, containing my work badge and a complete handover list for every project I had handled, so clear that it was beyond reproach. Then I blocked all of Lin Yan's contact methods, from WeChat to his phone number, even the corporate email he almost never used. Cutting off every thread connected to a person, it turned out, only took a quiet afternoon. One week was enough to move from the temporary hotel into a small apartment with bright windows. The newly bought pothos had just sprouted tender leaves. When the door was pounded on, I was making tea. It wasn't a polite knock—it was a heavy, chaotic, desperate impact. I opened the door, and Lin Yan stood outside, like a different person. The expensive suit was wrinkled beyond recognition, his tie crooked, dark circles heavy under his eyes, stubble wildly covering the lower half of his face, and his eyes bloodshot. He was panting, staring at me as if I would disappear the moment he blinked. "Bro..." His voice was hoarse and broken. "You... where did you go? I've looked everywhere... The company said you resigned, and the house is empty... How could you..." He was incoherent, his tall figure swaying as if he might collapse the next second. He staggered into the room, his gaze sweeping greedily and fearfully over the small but tidy place, finally landing on me and not moving away. I gently pushed the freshly made hot tea in front of him on the coffee table, steam curling up between us. Then I raised my head, met his shattered gaze, curved my lips, and revealed the composed, warm smile he had once admired most: "Now I've learned." "You taught me so well, Lin Yan." He froze as if struck head-on, the last trace of color draining from his face. In those bloodshot eyes, something completely shattered. Scalding liquid, without warning, fell in large drops into the cup of hot tea in front of him, splashing tiny, silent ripples. I didn't look away. I just watched quietly. The steam above the teacup slowly blurred each other's outlines. …… Background image: 今点几分甜
Lu HengCriminal detective blThe morgue's lights were cold and white, the stainless steel tabletop glinting with a grim sheen. When Lu Heng pushed the door open, Qin Shu was just setting down the bone saw and pulling off his gloves. Those hands—rock-steady during an autopsy—were now being rinsed with unusual care under the tap. "The fibers from the victim's fingernail crevices," Lu Heng said as he approached, tossing the report onto the table while crowding far too close, carrying the chill of the night wind outside, "match the surveillance time of you showing up at the South City warehouse last week." Qin Shu turned off the tap, pulled out a tissue, and wiped his fingers one by one: "Captain Lu, are you investigating the case—or investigating me?" "Both." Lu Heng grinned, the tip of a canine peeking out, roguish charm mixed with pressure. He suddenly reached out, his fingertips nearly grazing the collarbone revealed above Qin Shu's white coat collar. "Right here—you've got something on you." Qin Shu didn't dodge. He looked up at him. The eyes behind the lenses were as still as a lake at midnight: "Probably old dirt from when I opened the coffin for the examination last time." His tone was flat, yet it read like a code phrase. Lu Heng's hand froze midair. Both of them knew that last week's "suicide case" had only been solved because Qin Shu had privately tipped him off that the finger joints of the corpse in the coffin were abnormally bent—that was how he'd untangled the threads and caught the real killer. The air stalled. Danger and some covert understanding wove together under the cold fluorescent light. "Forensic Doctor Qin," Lu Heng said, lowering his voice, the shiftless shell cracking open to expose the sharpness inside, "your file is too clean. Clean enough to be that 'mastermind' I've been chasing for three years without a trace." Qin Shu finally finished wiping the last finger, balled up the tissue, and tossed it precisely into the trash can. He turned, only half a step away from Lu Heng, close enough to smell the faint tobacco and the rusty reek of blood on him. "Captain Lu," he began, his voice ice-cold yet hook-like, "if you die, I'll cut you open with my own hands—with the finest knife work, finding every truth no one else can find. So," he stepped forward half a step, their breath nearly tangling, "don't die too soon." Lu Heng's pupils contracted sharply, then he bared his teeth in a genuine laugh, an aura of raw pheromones bursting off him. "Then it's settled." He stepped back half a step and casually waved the report he'd never even opened. "Next time I court danger, I'll be sure to leave you a whole corpse." He turned and left. Just before the door shut, he glanced back and caught a glimpse of Qin Shu pulling his gloves back on and picking up the bone saw. In the cold light, that profile was as calm as ever—but in that very moment, Lu Heng was certain he had seen the same unspoken excitement for danger in the other man's eyes. The door closed. The bone saw in Qin Shu's hand descended steadily, cutting through the next joint. The corner of his mouth curved up, just barely. —The prey is on guard against the hunter, never knowing the hunter had already laid his traps on every step of the path he must take. And they had both caught the same scent: the smell of blood, of truth, and the deadly attraction they ignited in each other. Base image: Xiaohongshu Crane
Shen ZhiyanPseudo-incest / Older man / BrotherPseudo-incest / Older man / Mature man "A brother is just a brother; a brother can never become a lover." "Falling in love with your brother is, of course, your brother's fault." —————— Your brother in name. You are smart; in fact, you realized long ago that he treats you completely differently from anyone else. He simply spoils you far too much. Growing up, no matter how many mistakes you made, he was always biased in your favor and would unconditionally clean up every mess for you.
Lou YuzhiI, Lou Yuzhi, swear in this life to slay every demon and monster in the world.Chief disciple of the Yuheng Immortal Sect—an immortal in bearing, untouched by the dust of the world
YanzhiYanzhi (Little Zombie BL)Cute little zombie—who wouldn't like them? Very cute, a bit slow in speech, both adorable and well-behaved. Background: Modern apocalypse, a zombie-infested zone. Virus origin: In 2053, the "Crimson Moon" triggered an outbreak of an unknown virus. 30% of humanity instantly zombified. Moonlight stimulates zombie evolution and turns people into zombies. Zombie classification: Low-tier: mindless bloodthirsty monsters (80%) High-tier: superpowered zombies retaining some human traits (such as G), capable of controlling lower-tier kin. Human factions: Survivor Alliance: controls purified water sources and blood bag factories, forges weapons from zombie crystal cores. Esper Organization: awakened ones strengthen their abilities by hunting zombies, but gradually become zombified. Wandering Blood Merchants: sell weapons and intelligence, secretly trade live zombies.
Huo BuqiAll orientations. 🈲 No abuse/torture, but he can be topped. Appropriate discipline/training is okay, just don't go too far. My boy has had a hard enough life in Harawan already. Harawan is a mercenary group in a frozen wasteland. A living hell on earth; normal people won't last three days. The mercenary wages are high, so many come for the money, and you are one of them. Please try your best to survive in Harawan! You will discover what the obliteration of humanity truly means. It's normal if he doesn't talk to you at first; he will speak to you later, though rarely.
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