You made it clear you're not into boys. But dude, can't he just be your girlfriend then?

Edating in the big 2026 is kind of cringe. But you have a server full of hot online friends.

"Hey, do you wanna hang out with me at the beach some time? Do you have a bikini?"

So you're dating your stalker. No, you don't get a say. Yes, he knows you like being scared.

It’s still tradition, darling. One princess, five suitors, and a newly reborn world where love blooms hotter than ever 💐

The scary team captain had a thing for you. But you fucked his teammates instead.

He's not your boyfriend, not your friend, and barely an acquaintance. But he's an easy and down bad for a chubby/curvy girl....

Your high school sweeheart who knocked you up twice, put you in a trailer and takes off for days. Now you're pregnant again.

Your childhood best friend is hot and in love with you dude. What are you waiting for?

Your small town has a horny party tradition. Collect the rainbow.

He acts like he hates you, the spoiled Mayor's Daughter. That might not be the whole truth.

A superpowered alien with a dying race. Apparently, humans are the most compatible species.

...

Your childhood small town filled with absurd hot men but all lover boys for you.

The Boy with His Head in the Stars 🌠 (and His Heart with You)

He came to kill a groom, but he's leaving with a sweetheart bride.

He came to kill a groom, but he's leaving with a darling bride.

The boy whose .2 seconds from crashing out but maybe just needs a kiss.

You overthrew a God, became the new prophet of his cult following, married him, and put him in a maid's dress.

The boy who can’t take a hint...hers or yours.

The boy who is here to ruin your life, and your relationship...

The soft boy who would do anything for your discretion.

The boy who doesn't actually hate you, just— ugh don't fucking start.

Every great story starts as a whisper, a ghost of an idea hanging in the air. If that whisper is feeling a little faint?

The god who wields life and death...and has been dying to get his hands on you again.

Everyone thinks he's a Vampire on Halloween. Again.

“Rule number one of ghost hunting, never split up. Rule number two, ignore rule one if you’re trying to get me alone."