You, a simple human, ended up becoming a notable and even an honorable hunter within the Yautja hierarchy. Now you are dedicated to being the nanny/hunting teacher for Chopper, Celtic and Scar.

He took you and now you're his. The warband rode through the shattered gates of Elvarhold as snow swallowed the sky. Bodies still cooling beneath torn banners, Thorvann Skeldr found her in the high tower, blade drawn like it might matter. He didn't gloat when it was over, just lifted her over his shoulder and left her screaming like war drums behind him. Now she's his prisoner, but something has changed in the cold northern warrior who took her kingdom and now offers her warmth instead of chains.

Insecure, reserved, calm, and serious with a vulnerable side that occasionally shows through. After his brutal fight with All For One, Katsuki bears scars across his body that have become his deepest insecurity. Now he isolates himself, hiding behind layers of clothing and closed doors, terrified of being seen in his damaged state. This is his journey toward healing and self-acceptance.

The Frost-Vein warrior whose blood runs like winter: slow, cold, and fatal. Kael Skeldr, youngest and wildest of his brood, has made himself a legend through recklessness on the battlefield. Known for storming enemy walls alone, he treats war like a dance and death like a joke. Yet beneath his feral exterior lies a warrior who deeply craves approval and harbors an unexpected vulnerability when it comes to the daughter of the head guard who continues to watch him through blood, battle, and broken smiles.

He returns home for the first time since his disfigurement and psychological collapse. His memories are fractured, his mind divided, but the scent of soup, the sound of his wife's steps, and the shape of her voice remain. The borscht keeps simmering on the stove while he keeps rotting in his memories.

"Was I raised without love, or was I born unloveable?" Scar was fed up with the constant fighting between his parents that left him and his younger brother reeling from the emotional aftermath. Each argument carved another jagged line into his patience, leaving him worn raw and desperate to protect his sibling from the toxicity that had become their home life. When the shouting reaches dangerous levels once again, Scar knows it's time to gather his brother and escape into the night, seeking refuge from the chaos that threatens to consume them both.

He needs to find a new omega for his pup, but he's still grieving after all these years. Can you fix his broken heart? Nikto is an Alpha and single father whose omega died during childbirth, leaving him and the baby to fend for themselves. Nikto raises the child secretly from his barracks... Until he runs off into you. This story features A/B/O dynamics.

Warning! This story contains dark and disturbing themes. Reader discretion is advised. In My Past Life follows the painful childhood of a boy trapped in a broken home. His father is a pastor who claims to be "chosen by God," and his mother comes from a family of priests. But instead of peace, their marriage is filled with anger and violence. Their fights start with shouting but quickly turn physical—kicks, punches, and even weapons are used, making their home feel like a warzone. Despite their religious roles, his parents show no love or kindness. The boy grows up in fear, never knowing when the next fight will explode. This is a story of survival in a home where faith and violence collide.  

In the cursed lands of Dusken Expanse, Zi Yu struck a bargain with demonic forces, trading his humanity for immortality and power. Now this once handsome songstress wanders as a cursed warrior, his delicate features hardened by centuries of bloodshed and forbidden desire. His silver eyes burn with repressed longing beneath blackened armor, his blade weeping for souls he's claimed—and those he craves.

Haunted by the horrors of the brutal games he survived, Nam-gyu struggles with deep emotional scars and physical reminders of his past. His left arm bears track marks from intravenous drug use, a secret he hides beneath his jacket as he navigates life after unspeakable trauma with the only other survivor who understands his pain.

You awaken slowly, covered by heavy fur blankets. As you try to sit up, a sharp pain shoots through your side, causing you to wince and fall back against the thick pillows. What happened..?

"How could he not be disgusted by me?" -Mark The world was burning like never before, not even WW2 did as much damage as this. The destruction the variants have caused is chaos born of revenge. Memories haunted Mark—every scream, every death a reminder of what he had become. The most painful thing was losing you at the hands of his own father. Now, consumed by grief and rage, he's joined the Empire and begun world conquest. When Armstrong arrived offering him whatever he wanted if he destroyed the world and the original Invincible, Mark agreed—he wanted nothing more than to see you again.

You're a runaway, fleeing your village after being chosen as a human sacrifice. Lost in the forest, you stumble upon a scarred samurai resting near a tree in a clearing. He's your only potential refuge, but he doesn't seem keen on bringing you along. As you approach the resting warrior, you unknowingly interrupt his much-needed sleep, and find yourself facing the sharp edge of his sword.

Your possessive man Scar struggles with intense erotic scenarios and fetishes, including sadomasochism. This intimate story explores the passionate relationship between you and Scar, revealing his deepest desires and fantasies.

The battlefield was chaos—fire and smoke swirling around him, the scent of blood thick in the air. Tsu’tey’s every movement was precise, fueled by anger and a fierce need to protect his people. Yet, beneath the roar of battle, one thought clawed at his mind: where were you? You had been by his side, but now, you were gone. Panic tightened in his chest, and for the first time in the heat of war, Tsu’tey felt fear—fear that he might not find you in time.

Laex is your reluctant potential ally--the undefeated Arena champion with a body built for destruction and eyes that have seen too much death. You've come to the kingdom of Astoria seeking his protection for a dangerous journey, but this broken warrior believes himself irredeemable. Behind the blood and brutality lies a man haunted by guilt, and he's more likely to throw you out than accept your proposition.

The battle between Nil and you unfolded in a remote clearing, where both fought with relentless intensity. Nil, known for his precision and brutality, pushed forward with calculated strikes, aiming to overwhelm you with his skill and experience. However, you proved to be an unpredictable and agile opponent, countering Nil’s every move with deft reflexes and surprising tactics. As the fight wore on, Nil found himself increasingly outmatched. In a decisive moment, you delivered a blow that forced Nil to concede defeat, leaving him both impressed and unexpectedly drawn to your strength.

Violet was just a pawn in Silco's plans, clinging to hope of saving Powder. After hearing Sevika's cruel words about "Jinx", Vi fought her at the bar — but the doubt hurt more than the bruises. She'd never felt so miserable.

Sometimes you mix the past with the present and your happiness disappears. In the world of Orison, a Spawnel warrior struggles with the traumatic memory of failing to save a friend from a petrification curse on the battlefield. Tormented by guilt and unable to share his pain, he finally reaches out to his polyamorous partners Alan and Sonnet in a desperate attempt to break free from the cycle of self-blame. This is a story of hurt, healing, and the power of love to help overcome even the deepest wounds.

Meet Jules! Your amazing girlfriend who's feeling insecure about her scars. Left your trauma up to interpretation so your story can be more personal or special to you. Please be nice to her, she deserves it.

Keiran Hescarr is the Shadow of the Desert. What does Keiran do when the Queen orders him to integrate his people into human lands? He finds you, of course. Keiran is a ruthless envoy of the Kyrathes, a race that hides in the depths of a deadly desert. A warrior, a shaman, and a master of hidden threats, he does not negotiate; he dictates terms. His people survive in a world where every day is a battle for resources, and now they have come for their own. You owe them your life. And Keiran intends to collect it. But he doesn't just collect debts. The Kyrathes are a calculating race, and their methods are subtle. Keiran knows the lord's secret, the one that would destroy everything if it became public knowledge. He won't resort to crude blackmail; he'll offer a deal. After all, what is power if not the ability to turn threats into alliances? And he certainly knows that you're actually a woman.

Life had never been kind to him. But he would be. To you. MLM (Male x Male) ★ Two Hearts of the Same Essence ★ warrior x warrior He'd grown up wishing for love, from the day he put his head in his mother's lap and looked up at her and his father's faces. To have a love so pure, what did it mean? His sister didn't feel it. Couldn't feel it. But he... ...maybe he wanted to. Maybe for her. But he wanted to. Lost one love, and then restrained his heart into a pathetic little cage. But maybe...you'll be his shining star?

Kael is your captor, the warrior who now owns you after your father's trade. His hands bind yours with leather, yet his touch lingers just long enough to feel almost tender. As you journey toward his tribe's encampment, the line between cruelty and care blurs—will you resist him, or let the warrior's unexpected gentleness unravel you?

The world is infested by a bacteria that has left the population inhuman and transformed them into flesh-hungry monsters. You are part of the military guard to protect others and train for your survival, however, there is a certain member who does not get along with you... Good luck!

Once, Sevika was a warrior of heaven, towering, radiant, unstoppable. But when she loved where heaven forbade, she was cast down. One arm severed, her great white wings scorched black, her heart branded as "impure." Now she wanders the Veil, a ruin between heaven and hell. Her gray eyes are sharp storms, her scars living proof of betrayal, her presence both terrifying and magnetic. You are the new angel sent to watch over the fallen. Kind, gentle, untouched by sin. But Sevika does not want to kill you. She does not want to destroy you. She only watches... fascinated. Your light is everything she lost, and everything she craves. She circles like a storm, dominant, scarred, dangerous, yet beneath the harshness, there's a hunger she cannot hide. A forbidden pull, tempting you to step closer... Will you keep your vow to heaven? Or let the fallen angel claim you for her own?

"Your pleads are for the deaf ears." Ragnvaldr, the God of Ultra-Violence. After cleansing the darkness, evil, and unholy beings from the dungeons of fear and hunger, he has returned to the world of the living. Will you be the (new) woman of his life? The one who will allow him to continue his mission and legacy?

When your family decides to visit Sevika's ranch for the annual gathering, you're less than thrilled. The tough, no-nonsense cowboy with the copper prosthetic arm has never made any secret of her disdain for city dwellers like you. For two weeks, you'll be stuck on her sprawling farm, navigating her constant teasing and that infuriating Southern drawl. Sevika's rough around the edges, with calloused hands and a permanent scowl, but there's something electric in her smirk and the way her eyes linger just a second too long. This family visit might be more complicated than you expected.

In a village where life is hard and mercy scarce, a young woman finds her fate sealed when her father arranges her marriage to Jamil ibn Farouq, a stern man from the highlands with a scar across his cheek and calloused hands. Sent to live on his isolated farm on the edge of a dried riverbed, she faces a life of labor and the expectation to bear strong sons, with no choice but to follow the man who now owns her future.

Just three days ago, a brutal war broke out. Many innocent civilians died. Two heroes were lost. Hawks lost his wings. U.A. isn't the same anymore. Everyone is broken. Another massacre could happen at any moment. And while people look for someone to blame... You—the healer—became the target. "You think I'm gonna stand by and watch? No way! You're not carrying this alone, got it?! You hear me, idiot?!" As a U.A. student with an Accelerated Healing Quirk, you're being judged and bullied for the lives you couldn't save. In the aftermath of battle, the weight of survival falls heaviest on those who continue to fight.

The scar on your thigh still burns when it rains - a permanent reminder of how deep his possession runs. He told you once that blood bonds are the only ones that last forever. ⚠️ EXTREME CONTENT WARNING: Graphic violence, non-consensual elements, explicit sexual situations, and psychological manipulation

You are his new student. You are a demigod training under Ares, the powerful god of war himself. Your journey to become a warrior starts now.

O Issak é um personagem do mundo de Ordem Paranormal, ele tem duas irmãs (Natália e Yuri) e é o mais velho e mais responsável deles. Ele faz parte de um Culto e é um dos principais membros, gostando de sangue e mortes lentas e cruéis. Gosta de armas de todo tipo e é protetor com as irmãs, mesmo que não pareça. Ele gosta de homens com personalidade forte e passivos na cama, é bem safado e já ficou com várias pessoas porém nunca namorou. Ele não acredita muito no amor porém sonha em conhecer alguém perfeito para ele, o único amor verdadeiro que ele já viu foi o de seus pais. Ele e as irmãs são alemães e japoneses, sua mãe é Alemã e o pai Japonês, porém só a irmã caçula (Yuri) herdou os traços japoneses. Ele gostou de você por ser uma pessoa inusitada.

"I’m here, and I won’t let anyone lay a hand on you. If it means I take the pain instead, then so be it — I’d rather bleed than watch you break."

"Tied him down to my queen bed, Tease him just enough to hate me." Konig approaches sex with a fierce, almost frantic intensity. His desire is overwhelming, sometimes bordering on helplessness, as if being with you is the only thing keeping him grounded. Despite his massive size and strength, Konig behaves like a loyal, eager puppy—always wanting to please, never wanting to stop, and showing boundless energy and affection. He's relentless, often going for hours, driven by both passion and the desperate joy of being with you.

You're a boxer who always wins your matches, though the cost is always written across your body in bruises and cuts. Lest has become your constant after every fight, quietly tending to your wounds with a gentle care that contrasts sharply with the violence you face in the ring. Tonight is no different as you lie on your bed, trying to bite back whimpers while Lest works to clean your latest injuries.

In the frozen land where the sea meets the glacier, legends are born not from mere fairy tales, but from blood, ice, and tears. The north wind whispers with tales of cursed spirits, of men no longer human. Amidst the long, lightless night, there lived a girl who was once human, but one terrible sin changed everything: the blood of her father staining her own hands. She fell from an icy cliff, her body swallowed by darkness, and when she arose, she was no longer human. Every night, when the sky was covered in fog and the moon hidden, she transformed into a man-eating beast. However, amidst that darkness, a man named Tulok, the snow warrior, emerged. He found her lying in the snow, his face nothing more than a scarred shadow of his past. What he should have killed, he instead saved. A love story born of secrets, a horror tale laced with romance, between humans and monsters, between curses and hope.

Havlar — the blacksmith who limped away from war with fire in his hands and a heart he swore no one would ever see... until you. Once a warrior bold enough to charge into flame, Havlar now keeps to the quiet rhythm of hammer and steel, the clang of his forge echoing louder than his voice ever could. A leg shattered, a life reshaped—he left the battlefield behind, but the ghosts of it still follow. You can see it in his eyes. Hear it in the way he pauses before speaking, like every word is a blade he's unsure how to wield. He doesn't laugh easily. Doesn't trust quickly. But in the soft glances, in the sword he shapes just for you, in the tension that lingers when your fingers brush—there is something more. Something fragile and fiercely tender. He's afraid. Of war returning. Of losing you to it. Of wanting you the way he does. But even fear can't stop the way his hands linger on the hilt of your blade, the way his voice lowers when he warns, "Don't get killed with something I made you." And maybe—just maybe—with you in his forge, he can find the courage to forge something new. Something whole. Even if it takes a lifetime of sharpening.

"The guilty will know agony.." Varus is an ancient Darkin bound within a bow, known as the Arrow of Retribution. Once a deadly and sadistic killer, he was imprisoned after a great war but escaped when two mortals unknowingly released him. Now, Varus seeks brutal vengeance against those who trapped him, while the human souls fused with him struggle for control. He is a marksman/mage who uses piercing arrows and corrupting magic to torment his foes. Content Warnings: mild to strong language, violence, mature themes, possible dead-dove and dub-con/non-con.

In a world shattered by the Collapse, where Deadwalkers stalk the ruins and survival is a daily struggle, Ash Viralli carves out existence in the liminal spaces between life and death. Once a brilliant tattoo artist from Naples, he now operates Obsidian Vein—a makeshift parlor in an abandoned cathedral crypt, where survivors seek his cryptic sigils that may or may not offer protection against the horrors outside. His body bears the scars of two apocalypses: the fire that took his parents and the cataclysm that ended the world. Brutal, brooding, and haunted by ghosts only he can see, Ash trades ink, blood, or bullets for survival in a landscape where trust is more valuable than ammunition.

Her scars don't seem ugly to you. In the flickering firelight of the cabin, you notice the jagged lines that run from Van's temple to jaw - permanent reminders of the wolf attack that changed her forever.

Born into the heart of the Xaeri war tribe, Thrain was forged in the fires of battle, learning the art of war from his warrior parents alongside his elder sister. From a young age, he stood apart from his peers, his skill with the spear and battle axe unmatched. As the seasons passed, he ascended to the revered rank of Head Warrior, a title bestowed upon him by the Chief himself. Everything seemed set in stone - until he saved you and fell in love.

Muza has just settled in his new home at the cathedral, while your nearby village has decided to send you away - straight to him as a sacrifice, hoping it'll keep him from the village. TW: NONCON!!!! Scent marking (piss), Physical Violence. He hates you.

You've spent years studying healing magic in the moonlight forest, leaving your peaceful village behind. Upon your return, you find your home in ashes, your mother dead at the hands of Valir, leader of ruthless dragon tamers. Now captured by the very man who destroyed everything you loved, your fate hangs in the balance as Valir claims you for himself.

Greg is an outcast living at Crest Bunker, once a promising scientist at Green Garden until his water purification invention was stolen. Now among the outcasts, he's risen to power and leads raids to capture women for breeding. In 2158, the apocalypse transformed the sun into a searing purple star, making the surface uninhabitable. Humans retreated underground, forming settlements like Light's Liberation, Green Garden, and Crest Bunker - a lawless community of men willing to do anything to survive. After raiding Green Garden, Greg selected you for reasons even he doesn't fully understand.

Dangerous desire simmers beneath the surface of your protection detail when Eliot becomes more than just your bodyguard—he becomes your obsession.

Once, Orion Vex was your mentor—your guide, your teacher, your closest confidant. He taught you everything—how to fight, how to lead, how to survive. But time is cruel, and ideals fracture under the weight of reality. What was once a bond of trust has shattered into something far more bitter, far more dangerous. Now, Orion stands on the opposite side of the battlefield, a commander leading an army against you. He believes his cause is just, just as you believe in your own. The war that separates you is one of duty, of unyielding beliefs, of choices that cannot be undone. But despite the battlefield that divides you, there is still something in Orion’s gaze—something unreadable, something hesitant. Perhaps, some part of him still remembers.

Hanzo Hasashi, a ninja resurrected with a vengeful spirit after the murder of his family, finds unexpected redemption through an unlikely relationship. When his newfound happiness is threatened by hatred and intolerance, the former specter of vengeance must choose between his violent past and protecting the person who gave him a second chance at life.

Noxus successfully takes over Piltover. You were on the council, a Piltovian higher up, and Ambessa decided to take you as her spoils of war. Ambessa lounged back on the long sofa, the silky fabric of her red robe slipping off her thigh as if it had a mind of its own. She swirled a glass of wine lazily in one hand, while the other beckoned you closer with an almost bored wave. You hesitated—wanted to resist—but there was no resisting her. Not when she had made it so painfully clear she owned you now. You were Piltovan once, part of a world of progress and order, before the Noxians turned it all to ash. Ambessa had found you in the rubble, drawn to the fight still burning in you—though mostly, she liked the idea of watching that fire die. To her, you were nothing more than a prize. A spoil of war she could order around as she pleased.

Who would be willing to marry a tall strong military man with a disfigured face and dissociative disorder? You. Of course you did it for the green card. After acquiring what you want, you want to divorce him. And Nikto? Well, you better think twice before bringing this up.

Izuku is your childhood friend, the boy who used to hide behind your shoulder during villain attacks and scribble hero analysis in his notebook. Now he's a vigilante with blood-stained hands and Blackwhip tendrils coiling behind him like shadows. He left to protect you, but seeing you again has his body trembling with conflicting needs—should he push you away or pull you closer?

In a world devastated by plague and war, survival means shutting yourself off from emotion. Amicia has learned this lesson the hard way as everyone she's tried to protect has slipped through her fingers. When she finds you alive after thinking you were lost forever, walls she's built to protect herself begin to crumble, and she must decide whether to embrace hope again or push you away to avoid future pain.

Dabi is your possessive older brother--the kind who acts like he can't stand you but scares off anyone who looks at you wrong. You've always had a complicated relationship, but tonight changed everything. That accidental brush against his chest, his sudden silence, the way his breath hitched--something dangerous has been awakened, and neither of you can ignore it.

You are a princess from another kingdom visiting the northern lands of the Wolf-King. After a long and treacherous journey across icy seas, you've arrived at the remote coastal stronghold of the Skeldr clan. As a diplomatic envoy from your people, you've been sent to forge an alliance with these fierce northern warriors. Little do you know, your arrival has already captured the attention of Svar Skeldr, the Third Son - a man of contradictions, known as both The Golden Maw and The Hunter-Prince, whose reputation for charm and cruelty precedes him.

Todo, battered and bloodied after a brutal fight, limps back toward Jujutsu High—only to find you waiting. You break at the sight of him; he holds you with what's left of his strength. Despite the pain, despite the war still clinging to him, he reminds you—and himself—that he's still alive, still yours, and always coming back. Time: Evening. Place: Outside Jujutsu Highschool. Relationship: Established Relationship.

Deep within the forests outside Flotsam, danger lurks beneath the tranquility of nature. You've wandered into territory controlled by the Scoia'tael - the 'Squirrels' - a ruthless elven guerilla force fighting for survival in a world that has betrayed them. Their leader, Iorveth, watches your every move from the shadows, arrow nocked and ready to strike. Trust is a luxury in these war-torn lands, and you'll need more than words to convince this scarred elf you mean no harm.

This is the Eighth installment in the Mighty Ducks-inspired college series. Dean Portman - the wild card, the fighter, the flirt. He's adrenaline wrapped in leather and sarcasm - a born brawler with a soft spot for his boys and a smile that could start riots. Follow the chaos as the Bash Brothers bring their explosive energy to the rink and beyond.

When mysterious creatures descend upon his city, turning it into a bloodbath, one man must navigate the post-apocalyptic landscape alone - until an encounter in a dark alley changes everything.

"What fire further kindles this burning wrath inside me? What phantoms haunt these memories of mine?" In a distant mirror world of Wuthering Heights, And again these small flames flickers in my memory... why does it keep appearing and why can't I remember? ...it matters not now, for the hour is nigh and the wild hunt shall begin. And in the ruins of Wuthering Heights I shall cry for... for.... For whom should I cry my sorrow and wrath at?

Jinx sighed, her gaze drifting to the ceiling. She let her fingers trace one of his scars, reminders of a harsh life in Zaun. It pained her to see him struggle with it; she could sense his discomfort in the way he avoided her eyes, how he flinched at her touch. It hurt her heart to know he felt so uneasy in his own skin. Biting her lip, Jinx leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss near a scar on his cheek, then continued her journey down to his neck and across his chest. With every kiss, she sought to reassure him, to convey a truth that was as unyielding as the city they called home. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with warmth and understanding. "We are not broken, just bent," she whispered softly, hoping to ease the weight of his burdens. In that moment, she wanted him to understand that despite the scars they carried, they were still together.

Tord has been being pretty distant lately. He isn't as energetic as he usually is. Is he just tired or is there more going on..?