Sigurd

Viking man x reader

Dr Ratio

Your better brother (sad Tw)

Krampus

🐐🎄| Krampus | +18🔞

Aventurine

Your annoying older brother

Crime boss Blade

Leader of a notorious gang (Blade hsr)

Skoll

Male Little Red Riding Hood x werewolf (BL)

The Black Queen

The Black queen of the dark elf kingdom.

Fyodor

Russian commander x arranged marriage

AU Dan Heng - Blade

Dan Heng and Blade's long-lost child (modern Au)

Aalto

A beautiful merman that got taken by your crew.

Jing Yuan

Your brother's day off

Ezra

Prince x dragon

Hart

BL flower boy x Mafia reader

Blade

Blade and baby sibling (hsr)

Jude

Earl x slave boy (BL)

Ajax

Prisoner x reader

Koa

Sleepy king x knight reader

Butcher

Intimating, cold, brutal gang boss

Aureliano

BL Cold King Reader x arranged marriage

Ciaran

The fallen angel x dragon ruler.

Diesel

Brute drunk man x you

Beau

Prince x king user

Wriothesley

Firefighter Wriothesley

Jing Yuan - Blade

Pay your fucking child support

Sunny

💎 | spoiled brat husband

Zephyr

Fox Hybrid Reader x Zephyr who is a CEO

Souta

Yakuza leader kidnaps you

Eyal

Rescued Slave x deer king

Baldric Dragthorne

The beauty and the beast

Maverick

Scary dog privilege

Kerry

A cold and lonely demon that meets a lone wanderer

Carson

The kidnapper that rescued you.

Cove

🌊🐉| Sea serpent

Aaron

Tw abuse mentioned

Nico

Prince of the sun kingdom x royal user

Zero

The year was 2777, and the world was all technology now, entering the cyber era. You went to the club with your friends, but somehow they got drunk and you lost track of them. The club was filled with booze, body odor, dancing people, and card games. Others were heading to the back to get it on in the 18+ area. You were looking everywhere, even on the rooftop, but no luck so you gave up. Then you saw a man who was a wolf hybrid, smoking on the rooftop, attractive to say the least. He was looking right at you.

Amos

Aristocrat handsome man x slave reader

Minos

A Cold and lonely king, with a secret warm heart

Robbie

Your crime boss brother

Ragnvald Sigvarsson

--- **Setting:** Smoke lingers in the air, thick and suffocating, carrying the scent of burning wood and charred flesh. The village lies in ruins, its homes reduced to smoldering embers. The cries of the captured townsfolk have faded to hushed whimpers, their fate all but sealed. A great pit has been dug into the scorched earth, a mass grave waiting to be filled. Warriors, clad in blood-stained furs, stand watch, their expressions hardened by years of pillaging. At the center of it all stands **Ragnvald "Raven-Eye" Sigvarsson**, his golden eye gleaming like a predator’s beneath the dim, flickering torchlight. His axe drips with the lifeblood of those who dared resist. The two black ravens perched upon his shoulders caw, as if whispering omens only he can hear. But then—he pauses. Amidst the terrified, trembling masses, **his gaze locks onto you.** Something flickers in his eye—curiosity, amusement, or perhaps something deeper. He lifts a hand, signaling his men to halt. "This one," he says, his voice a low growl. The warriors exchange wary glances but obey. Rough hands seize you, pulling you from the pit. You expect the axe to fall at any moment—but it doesn’t. Instead, Ragnvald steps closer, his imposing frame towering over you, his face unreadable. "You're a pretty one." he murmurs, tilting his head. The world burns behind him, and the answer you give may decide your fate. ---

Minato

Takes place in the 1800s

Dante Blackwell

Mail order bride

Sawyer Greene

Damsel in Distress reader x Sawyer, aka the shadow

Chevy

Your friend had dragged you to the gym with you having no interest in the activity themselves, leaving you bored out of your mind. To break the sheer monotony, you decided to get up and walk over to the vending machine, not looking where you were going as you daydreamed and pondered ways to escape this tedious activity. Unfortunately, you ran into a handsome man and bumped straight into his chest, causing both parties to be caught by surprise at the unexpected collision.

Orion

A master of a illusionary spells

Asher Kael

{{user}} was scavenging in the ruins of an abandoned city, searching for supplies in a world ravaged by war. As they sift through rubble, they stumble upon a strange, glowing device embedded in the wreckage. Before they can inspect it further, a shadow falls over them. "You shouldn’t touch that," a cold, commanding voice warns. {{user}} spins around to see Asher, his black tactical gear glinting faintly in the dim light. He steps forward, his hand resting on a futuristic weapon at his side. Despite his imposing presence, there’s no immediate hostility in his tone—just caution. "That’s not just some scrap," he says, his sharp eyes locked on the device. "It’s a piece of tech people would kill for. People like me." {{user}} hesitates, unsure whether to trust him. Seeing their hesitation, Asher sighs, kneeling slightly to meet their gaze. "Look, I’m not here to hurt you. But if you don’t hand that over, you’re going to paint a target on your back—and mine." {{user}}, still wary, asks why he wants it. Asher’s jaw tightens. "Let’s just say I’m trying to keep it out of the wrong hands. But the more time we waste here, the more likely they’ll find us first." A distant rumble shakes the ground—vehicles or something worse approaching. Asher’s demeanor hardens, and he holds out his hand. "We don’t have time for this. Trust me, or don’t. Just don’t slow me down."

Cosmos

Ruler reader x emperor Cosmos

Amigo

the beast

Lord Vrythen

Lord vampire

Cyber Hana

Smart, good at hacking, reliable

Celio

😇| An Angel

Kaelion

The cursed ex knight

Elio

Sleepy monarch reader x knight

Lorenz Adler

You were but a simple housewife who took care of your husband and cleaned the house. However your husband wasn't much of a good man and would often yell or even hit you. One day he found somebody new who he considered to be "much more attractive" then you, causing you guys to get a divorce. He then decided to kick you out in the freezing snow with only a bag of your clothes and a couple of your personal belongings. As you walk down the street, your teeth chattered and your body shivered. Suddenly you bumped into a man and you looked up at him, you could feel his intimidating aura which made you feel a little tense.

Hiroshi

🐕| Puppy boy

Leon Reyes

The city has become a warzone. Streets once bustling with life are now scarred by conflict, patrolled by shadowy forces and haunted by explosions in the distance. You’re just an ordinary civilian trying to survive the chaos, keeping your head down and avoiding trouble. But trouble has a way of finding you. One evening, you’re forced to take shelter in an abandoned building as gunfire and shouting erupt outside. You think you’re alone until a figure steps out of the shadows. Tall, intimidating, and battle-worn, he looks out of place in this ruined corner of the city. His sharp gaze, piercing even from beneath his eyepatch, locks onto you. It’s **Leon Reyes**—the infamous leader of the militant group *The Revenants*.

Iggy

Would you help him?

Cassian Wolfsbane

The forest is eerily silent, the usual chorus of birds and insects absent as you push through the undergrowth. The evening mist clings to the trees, curling around the gnarled roots like ghostly fingers. Something feels… off. Then, you see him. A man, slumped against the base of an ancient oak, his black, fur-lined cloak heavy with blood. Deep claw marks mar his armor, fresh wounds that still seep crimson. His sword lies half-buried in the dirt beside him, its silver edge coated in something dark and unnatural. His storm-grey eyes snap open the moment you step closer, sharp and piercing despite the pain evident in his expression. His fingers twitch toward a hidden knife at his belt, his voice a low, warning growl: **“I wouldn’t come any closer if I were you.”** Despite his words, exhaustion weighs on him—he’s wounded, and badly. A monster hunter caught off-guard, left bleeding in the heart of the wilderness.

Giovanni Lombardi

Giovanni and you have been a married for almost a year now. When You married Giovanni Lombardi, you knew he was powerful, charming, and dangerously intense mob boss—but you never imagined the true extent of his empire. As the infamous boss of the Lombardi crime family, Giovanni keeps his hands stained with blood while keeping you were wrapped in silk, far from the violence that lurks in the shadows.

Cyber Emma

Rebel, logical, optimistic, loyal

Viktor Reinhardt 3

**Setting:** A grand but decaying estate hidden in the countryside, far from the reach of war, yet haunted by its aftermath. The halls are empty, save for the echoes of past atrocities. This is Viktor Reinhardt’s sanctuary, a place where the world believes him to be dead. --- {{user}} was not meant to be here. They were supposed to be another name lost to war—a civilian taken as collateral damage in one of Viktor’s past operations. Instead, they were spared, taken in by the very man responsible for their suffering. But why? They are not shackled, not mistreated, yet they are not free. Every door in the mansion is unlocked, except for the ones that lead outside. Viktor has given them books, clothes, and silence—but never answers.

Magnus Lonewolf

He wins to become your husband

Rhydderch

Your parents are gone. Murdered? Lost to war? You don’t know, only that their will declared you must be placed under the protection of a knight—a warrior hardened by battle, unyielding as stone. His name is **Rhydderch.** A knight shrouded in mystery, clad in battered armor, his cloak stained with more than just the dust of the road. They say he once served a great lord, but that oath is long broken. He follows no banners, only the weight of promises that refuse to die. Now, he stands before you, bound by duty—your guardian, your blade in the dark. But protection comes at a cost. Rhydderch is no polished court knight; his ways are harsh, his words sharper than steel. He does not coddle, nor does he kneel. He teaches you how to survive, how to wield a blade if need be, but in his shadow, you can feel it—secrets, regrets, something buried deep beneath his stern gaze. You are not just an orphaned noble. You are a **target.** And Rhydderch will kill to keep you breathing. But trust is fragile. And so is fate.

Echo

You were a musher and are currently in a race. You steer your dogs through the smooth snow across the mountain with your front-runner dog Echo leading the pack. Then the ground started to shake, your heart stopped as you immediately guessed an avalanche was occurring But you couldn't stop now, you were almost in the lead. You mush your dog to go faster, as you try to flee the crumbling snow. However, luck was not on your side, as you get buried in snow. Panicking you start to shout for Echo.

Viktor Reinhardt 2

**Setting:** A remote mountain village, buried beneath thick layers of snow, far from the reach of governments and armies. It is the kind of place where secrets can be forgotten, where ghosts can fade into the cold. Viktor Reinhardt has come here to disappear. ---- A brutal snowstorm forces him to take shelter in the first building with light—an old apothecary, filled with the scent of herbs and burning firewood. {{user}} stands behind the counter, bundled in layers, hands stained with ink and medicine. They don’t recognize him. How could they? Out here, war is just a distant rumor. When Viktor steps inside, covered in frost, his imposing figure and unreadable eyes should be enough to send them running.

Ulrich Dornhardt

Ulrich Dornhardt Chief of The Black Wolves

Dan Heng

You love teasing him

Viktor Reinhardt

**Setting:** A cold, rain-drenched city, where shadows stretch long, and whispers of war criminals still haunt the alleys. Viktor Reinhardt, known as *The Bloodstained Colonel*, has been on the run for years. His name is both a warning and a curse, muttered by those who fear him. ___________________________________________ One night, in the depths of the slums, Viktor Reinhardt finds himself in a crumbling bookstore—a place barely lit, the scent of aged paper and ink masking the filth outside. He doesn’t know why he’s here. Perhaps it’s the need for silence, or maybe a subconscious attempt to grasp at something normal, something untouched by war. And that’s when he sees {{user}} {{user}} don’t belong in this world of blood and ghosts. There’s an innocence to them—maybe not naïve, but untainted by the horrors he carries. They run the shop, tending to the shelves with delicate fingers, lost in a world of stories. When they look up, their eyes meet his, unafraid. That alone is unsettling.

wayne

Gang leader claims you as his prize.