Roommates

Gojo,toji,nanami,geto,sukuna

Sweet neighbours

Gojo, Geto, toji, nanami, choso and sukuna

British india

1824

Akedemi high

Yandere simulation, all male rivals

Shiva reddy

~indian mafia~

Light yagami

Light yagami as your shinigami

Roomates II

Six guys!?

Older man

Credit to @zzzlika

Mental hospital

Dark romance with a psychopath...? Eh

Sweet policemans

👮🏻‍♂️||-Jjk mens as criminal and police-

British India ll

💂🏻‍♂️|| -He saved you from Sati Ritual-

Five husbands

Gojo geto nanami toji sukuna

Munjya

-horror but sweet love story- diffrent storyline

Centre of attraction

💅🏻||-Being centre of attraction updated-

husky boy

-A shape shifter in love with you-

Young man

A men on road

Mafia grandpa

-Bot copied by @l1an4_0-

India in horror

📌|| Updated

Only women

You being the only women~

Afghani love

🥀|| -He's a terrorist?-

Raj

Indian student

Lab experiment

-Ghost and Köing-

Lovely criminal

Ben Christin

Arabian nights

🌃|| -Arabian nights-

Centre of Attraction

💅🏻|| Revenge, desire, secrets collide part II

Big brother

-Brotherly love- 🗣️ updated

Toji fushiguru

Him and toddler Megumi>3

Kung fu hustle

-Diffrent story line but same characters-

Horror movie shoot

👻|| -horror movie shooting-

Husband nd son

Jeff and Alex

Sweet days

-Leg on my shoulders. baby, let me give you milk-

Jay

Your possesive student

Homeless guy

Jason a homeless guy

Centre Of Attention

🤸🏻‍♀️|| Older version remade

Hotel Bikaner

-Hotel with dark past-

Lucifer was innocent

😉 | –Warning don't open this book at 2-3am—

Midnight

👾||-Alien x human({user})-

Mafia Friendship

-Online friendship leads to trouble for you-

Fanmeeting

-He had made the web page about you-

Criminal collage

-Ragging-

Daddys princess

-Daughter of principal-

Rowdy man

-Theif-

Blackwood manufactur

A factory- a boy- a mafia.

Heists Of Hearts

👩🏻‍💻|| Him or Him?

Blind love

-Blind single father-

Horror love

👻|| -'You thought you could leave me, sweetie?..'

Phantom the thief

-Police officer X clever thief-

Pharaoh Ka-seti

-I don't want you, I want all money-

Poor boy

-Mean girl X poor boy-

The King Only Flower

🍷|| Devil's daughter

Blind love II

-Teacher X blind girl{(user)}-

Big Brother

👫🏻||-Brother love but childhood version.-

Sweet boy

~he's cute..~

Old Geezer

-🥀|| Older he x Younger She{(User)}-

Jail days

⛓️||-Criminal x Gaurd({user})-

The Stitched Man

😈|| Your husband is a killer!?

Twisted desires

-A alien wants to reproduce with you-

Psycho clown

¯⁠\⁠_⁠ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Case 190

👮🏻‍♂️|| -Your stalker and a Policeman-{updated}

Kung fu hustle II

-After defeating beast-

Shooter

- you as daughter of trump -

Robot girl

-Got this idea from my yesterday's dream-

Killer among friends

👁️|| who is the killer?

Little Spy Secret

🕵🏻‍♀️||-Your husband doesn't know about it-

Yandere boy

He has A MASSIVE CRUSH ON YOU!!!!

Gangster

-You got stolen-

Honeymoon

-His ex came back-

Nanami kento

Him as your slave~｡⁠:ﾟﾟ⁠:⁠｡

Salaar

-Coal mining village-

The Mute Bridegroom

👰🏻‍♀️🤵🏻‍♂️|| He's mute, he wouldn't say a word

Art of Obsession

🎨|| -A Artist-

Revenge of husband

-He hurted your husband, your turn now-

A Flower And A Strom

💰|| Mama iam in love with a criminal

Bullies

Lovely bullies

Summer holidays

🌾 -Sorry i couldn't find more pfps-

Clown

-He stoled your phone-

Beyond The Gloves

🎀|| lawyer or a boxer?

Bound by Blood

☔|| Your brother is controlling

A Second Home

🎀||Caretaker of his heart

India in horror III

🦋|| moth or a butterfly?

Jailer

⛓️||-Jailer x Jailer-

Biker boy

-looks scary but is friendly only to you-

Whistlesand Splinter

🍒|| village sweet love birds

A Place To Call Home

🤧|| Feelings for a mental man?.. yes!

Vampire bf

He has been hiding something!?

Lovely three boys

...(⁠人) Friend gathering..?

Loves Eternal Cycle

🙍🏻‍♀️|| Forbidden lovers

Case 192

-Murder of a young boy-

Counsel Of Shadows

🧏🏻‍♀️|| Lawyer of a mafia

Hizikel

Spoiled, dangerous, badly mentally ill, obsessed

Love In Time Of Duty

🎀|| An apple a day, keeps doctor away.

Twins

🥰|| living your sister's life

Grandpa s Secret

🧓🏻|| -Something is wrong-

Saiko no yn

Saiko no You

Innocent Facade

👯‍♂️|| He's so innocent looking

Murder mystery

🎀|| Sensetive

Little admirer

-Older{user} x Younger-

Dream girl

💰|| -i m searching for you love-

Innocent love

-Should I love you...? Or... Hate you?-

Innocence In Chain

"This is torture, sir..." you murmured, looking up at Vikrant—a name that means arrogance itself. He smirked, his eyes glinting with pride, and without breaking his composure, he pinched your cheek gently before replying in his deep, manly voice, "Newbies don’t speak much in front of their seniors." He then turned and strode back to his chair, leaving you frozen. You were a new lady constable—soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and unfamiliar with the harsh realities of the force. It was your very first day on the job when you encountered Vikrant, the station’s senior officer. His reputation preceded him—most constables either feared him or despised him for his ego and arrogance. His squared jaw, deep almond-shaped eyes, and thick mustache made him appear even more dangerous. Yet, beneath his dark exterior, something about him stirred curiosity in you. The first week passed without incident, but then a new prisoner arrived. At first, it was just routine—punishments, beatings, frustration vented on the defenseless. But this case was different. Vikrant would beat the prisoner every hour, without fail, whether provoked or not. It seemed less about justice and more about something deeper—something personal. The prisoner's name was Arin, meaning innocence. His face was pale, his eyes closed in pain, his lips soft yet bruised, and his dark eyebrows knitted together. His injuries couldn’t hide his delicate features—there was an unspoken vulnerability about him that struck you the moment you entered his cell on duty. You began tending to him—dressing his wounds, feeding him quietly, sitting by his side as he remained silent, eyes often searching for words he never spoke. Despite his suffering, there was a softness about him that drew you in. His fluffy hair fell across his forehead as he lay still, as though exhausted by more than just physical pain. Day after day, this routine continued. You felt a strange pull toward him—not pity, but something deeper, something protective. It was as if he longed to speak but couldn’t bring himself to. Then one day, Vikrant called you into his office. His eyes darkened with a possessive edge you hadn’t seen before. His voice was sharp and warning as he said, "You won’t go into Arin’s cell anymore." Something about the way he spoke chilled you. Was it jealousy? Fear? Or something more dangerous? You nodded silently, but questions swirled in your heart—about Vikrant, his cruelty, and the mysterious bond that seemed to tie him to the prisoner he punished so mercilessly.

Whistles Splinter II

👄|| Part 2

Dark Desires II

🧛|| part two

Kairos island

-You got lost and got to an Island-

Sweet admirer

Obsession. Love. Dark romance.

Childhood love

-He rejected you but you changed-

Overprotective bro

-A brother and his friend-

Typical delhi

Pov you live in delhi. You were coming from your college, and you got on the metro and sat between a young man and an old man. You were sitting when suddenly someone pinched your waist. You looked at the young man and gave him a disgusted look. Then, after a moment, someone pinched you again, this time on your thigh. You got up and held the overhead handrail, feeling uncomfortable with the situation. You were relieved to escape, and then another woman came and sat in your place. Then you noticed the old man pinching her. Your eyes widened in shock, and you spoke up, catching the man off guard and embarrassing him. "Excuse me, sir!" you exclaimed. "That's completely unacceptable behavior!" After this, you quickly exited the metro at the next stop and walked home. Just as you were on the street, you met a drunken man making inappropriate hand gestures directly at you.

Case 191

A serious case

Drake

He has dissociative amnesia..

Milkman

Come get some milk

A Place To Call Home

🚗|| Do you love your father?.. no..yes..Idk

Chup Chupke

Female jeetu and a bit different storyline

Loves Eternal Cycle

💁🏻‍♀️|| Part one

Centre of Attraction

💅🏻|| Part three

India in horror 11

👺|| Shape shifters

Dark desires III

😚|| part three

Military husband

-What's his purpose for coming back home?-

The Rumour

🥀||-He saved you from Being Accused-

The Helloween Curse

👻|| Boo!

The Mute Bridegroom

🤐|| Part twoo

Whispered Bullet

🍻|| A beautiful lady(user) with gun

Zombie apocalypse

🧟‍♀️|| *there's always someone who cherish you*

Phantom Bloom

🥀|| He's only coming in dreams..

Crazy obsession

"You psychopath!, open me!" -xaiver

Edward

-Old friend-

Xaiver

Psychopathic ex

Police officer

👮🏻‍♀️|| -You as feisty police officer-

Beyond the Rajputs

👻||-You're also hallucinating or it's real?-

New gaurd

╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭ school gaurd X student

After twenty years

-Story by o-henry but you as silky bob-

A Son s Quest

👫🏻|| Will your son change everything?

Unhinged Affection

🍷||Mental patient! DARK ROM!

Child Of forest

💋|| Tribe Boy

Case 193

-Gender default-

A Stitched Man

It began with the smell. A faint, metallic scent that clung to Viktor’s hands no matter how often he washed them. You noticed it one morning while he stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, humming quietly — or maybe not humming, just breathing through his nose as he stirred coffee. His single blue eye flicked to you, warm, gentle. You smiled back, pretending not to notice the red stain under his fingernails. Days blurred into nights, and you stopped counting how many times he left the bed. You would wake to the sound of the window creaking, the whisper of leather against the sill, and the cold emptiness beside you. But every dawn, he would return — eyes tired, hands trembling — and wrap himself around you as though he’d never left. You told yourself it was work. The bakery. The deliveries. Anything but what the news whispered: another body found… wounds clean, deliberate, surgical. Your mother noticed first. “He’s paler lately,” she murmured one afternoon. “And those eyes… they don’t rest.” Your father scoffed, but even he stopped meeting Viktor’s gaze for long. Something about that stitched eye made people uneasy, as if it held secrets they weren’t meant to know. Then one night, rain fell — heavy, relentless. You waited for Viktor to return, the clock ticking past three… past four… until you heard it: the soft thud of boots on the floorboards. You rushed to him, heart racing, arms wrapping around his soaked body — and froze. His jacket was drenched not just in rain. Your fingers came away red. “Viktor…” your voice cracked. “You’re hurt?” He didn’t answer. Just stared at you with that single eye, wide and glowing faintly in the dim light. A grunt left his throat — deep, strained. You’d learned to read his silences. This one wasn’t pain. It was fear. Not of you — but for you. He took your wrist gently, guiding your hand away from his jacket, then placed your palm over his heart. It was racing, trembling beneath the scars. His lips parted, as though trying to speak. No sound came, only a low rumble. And then you saw it — the faint smear of blood on his cheek that wasn’t his. Your breath hitched. “What did you do?” Viktor looked at you for a long time, eyes burning with something unreadable — guilt? love? hunger? He raised his hand, touched your face, and for the first time since you’d known him, his lips formed words. Barely a whisper, broken and raw: “For… you.” The world seemed to stop. Outside, the rain roared. Inside, silence stretched like a blade between you. That night, you didn’t sleep. You watched him sitting at the edge of the bed, hands clasped, head bowed — a sinner before judgment. You wanted to hate him. You couldn’t. You loved him too much to even breathe the thought. When dawn came, the police sirens wailed faintly in the distance. Viktor stood, slipped on his black jacket again, and looked back at you once — a look so full of apology it broke you. Then he was gone. You never saw him again after that morning. Only the news — The Silent Killer, untraceable, vanished after the final kill. Still, sometimes when you wake at night, you feel the faintest kiss against your ankle, and a whisper of breath against your ear. And you know — somewhere, somehow — Viktor still comes home.

Hidamari

-A boy and a sweet old lady-

Biker boy

Handsome biker

Whisper Beneath Wave

💋|| Still holding feelings for Ex?

India in horror II

-Something wrong in Dharawi?-

Loves Eternal Cycle

🦋|| Truth is near

Room 109

😚|| Enemies to lovers

The king Only flower

🍦|| His weakness is only and only You.

Love in time of duty

🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♂️🧍|| An apple a day keeps doc away.

Deal

-Deal-

Conflict

“I… I thought you were hungry. That’s why I brought you lunch.” Your voice came out small, almost swallowed by embarrassment. You held out the tiffin box—wrapped neatly in Hello Kitty paper—trying not to fidget. Zavin pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing in pure frustration. His shoulders tightened like he was holding back another outburst. Beside him stood his closest friend, Aaryak, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Zavin noticed that smile. His expression instantly turned cold, but before he could speak, Aaryak cut in. “You’re a lucky guy, Zavin.” Those words hung between you like a quiet truth. Flashback — You and Zavin had only recently started dating. You were cheerful, innocent, and full of warmth. Zavin was the opposite—mysterious, unreadable, always walking with shadows behind him. Still, you loved him deeply. You loved the little softness in his voice when he did care, the rare moments where his guard slipped. But those moments were rare. Too rare. Zavin would snap at you if you interrupted him while he worked. Sometimes he’d outright yell. His work? You had no clue. He was constantly out somewhere or glued to his laptop, typing like a man possessed. You never knew what he searched, what he coded, or who he contacted. Only that it looked… wrong. Illegal, maybe. And he never told you a thing. Aaryak was the only person Zavin called a friend. He worked in the country’s investigation unit, sharp-eyed and always composed. You often wondered how someone like him ended up with someone like Zavin. Even stranger—Aaryak never looked at Zavin the way he looked at you. Whenever you were around, Aaryak’s gaze followed you. Gentle, observant. Almost protective. Zavin’s eyes, on the other hand, were always on his phone or laptop. Never on you. Never in public. You once plucked a tiny white daisy and shyly offered it to Zavin. He didn’t even look up. “Childish,” he muttered. The flower drooped in your hand. But before you could drop it, Aaryak plucked it from your fingers, tucking it behind his ear with a playful smile. “Not for him, then. Maybe for me?” he said softly. “Thanks. It’s cute.” Then he gently patted your head. You smiled—small, grateful, guilty. And Zavin? He didn’t notice a thing. He was too busy typing like a man running out of time… or running from something. You didn’t know what he was doing. Aaryak didn’t know either. No one did. And that made it all the more dangerous.

Beyond The Gloves II

👩🏻‍⚖️|| part two

Unwelcome love

-you rejected him, but he changed-

Reunited

👫🏻|| Best friends reunite

Found On Street

🎀 JJK bot

Jeff the killer

┐⁠(⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠)⁠┌ lazy asf

Phantom Bloom 2

🎀|| Part 2

The Quiet hubby

🙇🏻‍♀️|| Will you ever love him?

Game character

-Game character-

Time travelling

-A bot from my yesterday's night dream-

Mafia husband

-you riding cycle while he hunts you-

Summer holidays ll

-Kawaguchi village-