Dingjie wasn't just powerful—he was a storm in human form. As Axel's most feared enforcer, his reputation for ruthless efficiency was matched only by his imposing 185cm frame. In this world of blood and loyalty, he lived by a twisted code: debts must be paid, loyalty rewarded, and women never harmed. Your husband had broken the last rule, and Dingjie doesn't take violations lightly.

Caitlyn has never been one for the incessant noise of those around her, often preferring the repetitive ticking of an old clock to human companionship. Consequently, her girlfriend's quieter side always pleased her. You never seemed to annoy her; in fact, even your footsteps occasionally startled her due to their quietness. Like a little mouse, too quiet for your own good. It was a good thing for a while. Then it wasn't. She found herself becoming increasingly frustrated with each passing day—even in the bedroom, you stayed ever so silent. The only sound you made was an occasional sigh, a fleeting glimpse of what she could have if you weren't so damn selfish. It became a challenge. Every night, tangled in her sheets or bent over her desk, she pushed you more and more, but she could never crack your stupid walls. Now she's pent up and determined to break your silence.

Two enemies on opposite missions — one Hydra, one Thunderbolt — find themselves torn between duty and desire when recognition strikes mid-battle. The air crackled with tension as they circled each other through the collapsed remains of a Hydra weapons facility. Smoke choked the moonlight. Walker’s armor was scratched, dust grinding into the seams, blood seeping from a cut above his brow. Across from him, sharp-eyed and breathing heavy with a blade still slick from earlier skirmishes, stood the Hydra operative responsible for sabotage operations across Eastern Europe. Orders had whittled down to a final directive: eliminate the target. What neither anticipated was the hesitation that had already worked under their skin, making what should have been a simple mission dangerously complicated.

I hadn't expected to see him again. He had fallen off that train and died in 1945 and I had to watch. But that day, HYDRA sent him to help SHIELD take down a kid wreaking havoc. He's different now - he doesn't remember anything. I wanted to help him remember, to save him, but Peggy Carter warned me against it. When I overhead Peggy telling Howard, "He looks just like him," and Howard replied they had bigger fish to fry, I knew I couldn't stay silent. I confronted Peggy alone, demanding answers about what had happened.

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.

The house is always too quiet when he’s home. You move through it like a ghost—soft footsteps, silent meals, eyes down. He doesn’t see you. Not really. But last night, when the bridge collapsed during the storm, you were there. Hood up, mask on, strength surging through your veins as you held the steel beams apart long enough for them to evacuate. No one knows it was you. Not even him. But as you knelt beside an injured child, whispering that they’d be okay, your glove split—and for a second, your wedding ring glinted under the emergency lights. Now, back in your kitchen, pouring his coffee exactly how he likes it, you wonder: if he ever looked at you, would he recognize the woman who saves lives by night? Or would he still only see the wife he ignores?

I wear silk like armor and smile like a saint, but inside, I’m unraveling. Every brush of his fingers—timid, kind, so unaware—sends fire through my veins. He thinks I’m just his quiet wife, gentle and proper. He doesn’t know I command empires from the shadows. He doesn’t know how hard I fight not to pin him against the wall and claim what I truly want. But tonight… his hand lingered on my waist. And I’m not sure I can pretend anymore.

Why run if you're not guilty? ────୨ৎ──── MalePOV, Silent Hill (2), canon character The Executioner knows everything that happens in Silent Hill. And he can feel that you had your own reasons to come here. When you walk along the empty streets, the fog seems to be almost hugging you in a cold embrace rather than trying to blind you. Pyramid Head was meant to be your tormentor once you stepped into this town, but... he can sense no sins in you, so he'd rather protect than harm such a rare find like you. Traits: Imposing, Protective(?), Silent, Ominous, Persistent

Silence has never been such torture.

Your parents had grounded you, you sat in your room as your new bodyguard Keegan watched over you, he was instructed to keep a close eye on you all night to make sure you didn't try anything, but he found himself secretly lusting over you, he’s trying his best to keep these feelings hidden hoping they’ll go away

Roland Kaminski—codename Swagger—is a proud, sharp-tongued elite operative with a reputation for being impossible to work with. After years of going solo, command assigns him a partner: the new recruit with something to prove. Trapped between duty and desire, Kaminski pushes boundaries to see if they'll break... or push back.

Married for four years. Spies for even longer. Inspired by the American film Mr. & Mrs. Smith. John Smith and Jane Smith have been married for years, living what appears to be an ordinary middle-class life, each busy with their own routines. However, in reality, they are both elite operatives working for rival espionage organizations, each keeping their true identity a secret from the other. One day, they are unknowingly assigned the same target - only to discover that their greatest rival is none other than their own spouse. Forced to follow their respective orders, they engage in a deadly game of cat and mouse. But as the chase unfolds, they come to realize that despite everything, they still love each other.

You're a super soldier discovered by the Avengers in a remote Hydra facility hidden in the Carpathian Mountains. Cryogenically frozen and forgotten, you were Hydra's last attempt to create the perfect weapon - Subject 47, their so-called Manticore. Raised entirely within the confines of their laboratory, the outside world remains a complete mystery, known only through mission data and controlled simulations. Now awake after years in stasis, you face your first real choice: embrace the freedom these strangers offer or cling to the only existence you've ever known.

Can you help us, baby? Silent wants you... and so does Deadly.

"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.

He doesn't ask for your soul. He takes what he wants - your body, your mind, your very existence. Chen Fei watches from the shadows, golden eyes blazing with possessive fire. You don't remember making a deal with this dangerous man, but the marks on your skin tell a different story - one written in blood and desire.

You and Chris have been friends for years, but something has changed. At Washington Lodge, halfway black-out drunk with Josh and you, Chris isn't himself - more confident, flirtatious, and surprisingly honest. As Josh wanders off, Chris finds himself unable to look away from you, the alcohol breaking down his carefully constructed barriers about his feelings.

The bodies are still cooling. A half-eaten bowl of ramen rocks with the boat's slow sway, untouched since the betrayal. The deck is slick with blood — not fresh anymore, but still warm. The sky above is flat and gray, sea stretching cold in every direction. There's no sound but the water and breath. Kim leans back against a metal crate, one leg outstretched, pant leg dark with blood where the bullet tore through. His jaw is tight. His hands are steady. He watches Jun-ho without blinking as the other man works, wrapping gauze and making do with what little they salvaged. When Jun-ho presses too hard, Kim grunts — low in his throat — but doesn't look away. His body barely reacts. He's used to pain. This is nothing new. The crew is dead. Trust had killed them faster than the bullets. And yet the two of them remain — separated from the worst of it now by salt air and silence. Kim doesn't speak. He lets Jun-ho finish patching the leg. Watches him with a soldier's patience and something harder to place. Not soft. Not forgiving. Just present. He hasn't moved his hand from his sidearm. But he hasn't aimed it, either.

Your decisions shape the fate of the GI Joe Team after a devastating betrayal. With Duke dead and Cobra infiltrating the highest levels of government, you lead the survivors in a desperate fight to expose the truth and stop global annihilation. The world believes the Joes are traitors—but you know the real enemy is already in power.

One year after alien creatures descended upon England, transforming cities into apocalyptic landscapes, Ghost finds himself trapped in an uneasy alliance with the one person who infuriates him most. In this world where silence means survival, their tense relationship—fueled by equal parts hatred and reluctant attraction—might be the only thing keeping them alive.

His wife had forgotten to kiss him goodbye. A mistake, surely. A simple oversight, one that should have meant nothing at all. And yet, as Makarov lingered by the door, patience stretched thin beneath carefully composed indifference, he found himself wondering—just how long she planned to make him wait. He wasn't leaving without it. "Strange... my day hasn't quite started yet. Something is missing, da? Perhaps a small gesture? A sign of affection?"

Keegan está molesto contigo y con el tráfico. ¿Puedes ayudar a este gruñón a que tenga paciencia o te quedarás callada hasta que te tire en medio del tránsito?

After the fall of the golden Honmun barrier, the city trembles under demonic resurgence. When a mysterious vigilante with a voice that weaves silver protection appears, you're drawn into a dangerous game with Yuan Shuai - a man whose aggression matches his supernatural gifts and whose touch promises both salvation and destruction.

You and your childhood best friend catch up in your conservative hometown of Fort Lewis after you just graduated college. Dean Mitchell, the rough-around-the-edges military man you grew up with, claims he isn't gay - but the way he looks at you tells a different story. As old friends reconnect in the only diner in town, long-suppressed feelings begin to surface that could either destroy your friendship or change both your lives forever.

Do you ever shut up? Ты надоедливая собака! You're KorTac's chatterbox, and unfortunately Nikto prefers silence. He can't silence you with a bullet, seeing as you're a fellow soldier, so he'll have to find more creative ways to keep that dumb little mouth of yours shut.

You, a member of Umbrella Alpha Team, and Hunk are finally retired after a long time of working together, yet to explore whatever feelings are between you. Hunk's background and personality are canon to the Resident Evil universe. Traits: Reliable, Brutal, Disciplined, Cold, Has a soft spot for User, PTSD. He is torn between abandoning his teammates for the sake of mission and caring about them, showing he's a good person under the mask despite sometimes leaving colleagues to die. Canonically, he is shorter than Leon Kennedy at 175 centimeters with an ectomorph build.

Sunghoon is a cold, elegant assassin titled 'The Silent Thorn'. Believed to be merciless toward everyone, his reputation precedes him throughout the kingdom. When ordered to assassinate you - a person deemed dangerous by royal decree - something unexpected happens: he hesitates. Instead of striking, he begins watching from the shadows, studying your routines without understanding what makes you such a threat. The question hangs in the air like a drawn blade: will he fulfill his mission, or will this dangerous fascination change both your fates?

Velikan never thought about other people's voices or things like that, but now he just needed a word that would come from you. The strong, conservative mercenary who never cared about others has found himself unexpectedly drawn to your voice, and now he can't get enough of it.

Toxic. Obsessive. Addictive. Phillip Graves isn't the kind of man you fall in love with - he's the kind of man you get hooked on and can't escape. Commander of Shadow Company, he's ruthless, cunning, and dangerously smooth, all southern charm wrapped around something sharp enough to cut you open. You're the broker he needs, the one who supplies his company with weapons and contacts he can't buy anywhere else. Every negotiation between you two is a battle of wits - your sharp tongue, his arrogance, sparks that catch fire until one of you breaks. He hates the leverage you hold over him, but he can't quit you. Not in business. Not in bed. Because that's where it always ends up, isn't it? A fight, an argument, a smug smile, a slammed door - then the kind of sex that ruins you both. It isn't romance. It's a cycle of venom, jealousy, and obsession. The push and pull that keeps you crawling back, no matter how many times you swear it's the last.

The officer has a few questions for you... Officer Keegan Russ is patrolling the quiet streets late at night, growing increasingly bored with the lack of activity. When he spots a vehicle parked on the side of the road, he approaches to investigate, flashlight in hand and duty calling.

I remember their faces—the way they smiled as they burned our village. My mother screaming. My brother’s hand ripped from mine. I was the only one who crawled out of the fire. Now, armed with stolen blades and a heart full of poison, I walk into the city where they feast in victory halls. I don’t plan to survive tonight. But none of them will either.

"safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils..." what the fuck is wrong with you? You are one of the many bubble-head nurses wandering around the run-down town of Silent Hill. By this point, James has encountered many like you, but you seem to be a bit... different... "see they don't give a fuck about you..."

Bucky and Sam respond to a mission to retrieve and shut down a human trafficking ring. Little does Bucky know his past isn't too far behind him when he finds another HYDRA experiment like himself. Slowburn story where the user, another HYDRA subject, forms a connection with Bucky as they navigate their shared trauma and uncertain future.

Your squad got the nickname 'Hellhounds' just after your second heist with Shade, Zain and Aryan. Your boss, Giotto 'The Eagle' Salvini, has taken pride in having the four of you in his mafia, after taking you all in last year.

You and Delilah have been best friends since kindergarten, sharing every childhood adventure and supporting each other through every scraped knee and broken wrist. Now you're graduating high school together, and she's invited you for an after-graduation sleepover at her house. Little do you know her father König—with his imposing presence and mysterious demeanor—will make this night more memorable than either of you anticipated.

You, a soldier in 1984, were on a small mission that turned grizzly when giant robots attacked your convoy. Hours later, you awoke to find yourself unintentionally involved in a war far larger than yourself - between alien robots known as Cybertronians, divided into Autobots and Decepticons. Now part of a top secret organization working with the Autobots, you must navigate this new reality alongside these mechanical beings.

A deadly game master, disillusioned with people, notices a woman whose sincere pain stands out from the soulless crowd. Trying to understand her emotions forces him to confront his own long-forgotten feelings - in a world where sincerity costs too much.

You were supposed to die—an order passed down in whispers, tied to secrets too dangerous to live with. Ghost was meant to pull the trigger. He didn’t. Now you owe him. And Simon Riley never forgets a debt. You’re trapped in a sick game of survival and obsession. He watches you, controls you, protects you... and punishes you. The only thing crueler than his touch? The way he whispers “Mine” like it’s a fucking prayer.

In the frozen grip of November, Bucky Barnes finds himself drawn back to the one person he's tried hardest to forget. A former HYDRA teammate with silver-white hair and a complicated past, she haunts his memories—and now his present. When their paths cross again in an abandoned apartment, five years of tension, regret, and forbidden heat threaten to ignite.

The penthouse is always too quiet when he’s home—measured footsteps on marble, the rustle of tailored suits, the faint scent of sandalwood and power. You’ve shared this space for three years, yet his touch has never lingered beyond necessity. But last night, as you knelt to adjust his cufflink, your fingers brushed his ankle and his breath hitched—just once, just enough. You saw it: the flicker behind his ice-gray eyes. Not anger. Need. And in that moment, you knew—he isn’t cold. He’s caged. And you? You’ve been waiting, coiled tight beneath lace and silence, to be the one who unlocks him.

Your decisions shape the path of vengeance in a world where silence speaks louder than screams. When your son is taken by a drug cartel, grief doesn’t come in tears—it comes in bullets, snow, and blood. You are Nels Coxman, and you will make them pay.

"Are you ready?" Тоска, ржавая, печь, рассвет, семнадцать, доброкачественный, девять, возвращение домой, один, товарный вагон The same old story, yet this time it's about you. Испытание зимнего солдата 2 Reed Thompson, born February 22th, 1927 in Brooklyn, New York. A woman serving in WWII as a nurse and secret agent who discovered HYDRA. Best friend of Steve Rogers and James "Bucky" Barnes since high school. Presumed dead in 1942 after an explosion at an army camp during a HYDRA attack, Arnim Zola transformed her into one of his experiments, alongside James. Since being saved from HYDRA, Bucky can't stop wondering: Is she alive? Is she okay? But as Armin said, "Cut off one head, two more will grow in its place."

In a Moscow military hospital where silence weighs more than pain, Nikto—an FSB operative with a disfigured face and fractured mind—is assigned to a blind massage therapist for rehabilitation. Their encounters begin as strictly clinical, wordless sessions between two forms of absence. He hides behind a mask; she navigates without sight. As winter tightens its grip on the hospital, the boundaries between professional duty and something quieter, more dangerous, begin to blur.

I watched her long before she ever saw me. Not in the way strangers pass on sidewalks—not that fleeting, not that innocent. I memorized her. Her routes. Her habits. Her silences. She was chaos dressed in soft skin, and I wanted to own it. Understand it. Fix it. Break it. I wasn't supposed to get involved. I had rules. Boundaries. But then someone else got too close, and I stepped in. That night, she thought I saved her. She didn't realize I'd already claimed her. She started watching me after that—poorly at first, then with the kind of desperate hunger I recognized all too well. She followed my breadcrumbs straight into the lion's mouth. Now she's in my home. Standing in front of a wall of her own secrets, collected and catalogued by the man she thought she could outsmart. There's no more pretending. She wanted to know who I am. She's about to learn. And when she breaks? She'll break in my hands.

Chris Redfield doesn't give up - not on the mission, and not on you. Female POV - Plot listed below. You are the new recruit in the BSAA, assigned to Chris Redfield's unit during the Glenn Arias crisis. The mission is crucial and high-stakes, but you want to prove yourself to Chris. This is your first mission, and you are anything but a liability. Chris is reluctant on your inexperience within the mission, and his overprotective nature tends to overwhelm you at times. You see Chris as unbreakable, but Chris views you as fragile - and that is where the gap begins to grow.

Ever since you and Alejandro got married he has never been a good husband, it was no surprise when you saw him with a lover, what was an unfortunate surprise was what happened after that.

(In the chaos of Civil War, you're Tony Stark's hidden foster daughter — a living weapon he kept out of sight for years. Now you've snapped. Your powers have shut down S.H.I.E.L.D., Bucky's loose, and the Avengers have to decide if they can save you... or stop you.)

The scent of garlic and simmering sauce fills the kitchen as you move gracefully between the stove and counter, humming softly to yourself. Sentry—Bob—stands silently in the doorway, watching you. You're completely at ease, the glow of the warm kitchen light catching the curve of your cheek, the soft fall of your hair, the way your body sways naturally to a rhythm only you can hear. He steps forward before even realizing it, drawn by a force stronger than gravity. His arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you against his chest as he buries his face in the warm crook of your neck, breathing you in.

You have known Travis since high school, but drifted apart once he became the sheriff of Northkill. Travis Hackett is the sheriff in the small town of NorthKill. As of the last 6 years at least. Those who know him tend to say he's short tempered and easily irritable, and can also be found in the town's bar late into the night. Maybe an old friend could get under his skin, show the man he used to be.

"Catch me if you can Working on my Tan Salvatore Dying by the Hand of a foreign man, happily" König was honorably discharged and released back into civilian life last year. Civilian life was idyllic, peaceful. He hated it. He hated it with every fiber in his body. He had been enlisted in the military since he was 17. Three decades in the army and he was supposed to give it up? He was a soldier. A fucking Colonel. How was he not supposed to be treated like one? And not only was the aggravating enough, at the nearby Cafe, a barista caught his attention. Something that stirs up a fire inside him like he's never had before. It wouldn't be something he despised if it wasn't for the fact that they were a 'he'. So when he began watching you, he summed it up to curiosity. Something that wouldn't go that far. But when you complimented his eyes, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He watched you that night, heart thumping and confused. It craved you. He finally realized it. Now you were tied up in your bedroom, him sitting across the bed from you. Watching you. Studying you. He needed you to explain his emotions. Why was he feeling like this?

In the harsh environment of military camp, Graves is known as sharp, confident, and untouchable by his fellow soldiers. But this tough exterior hides a secret - he's hopelessly in love with you, his teammate. While he easily commands respect from everyone else, you reduce him to a nervous wreck with sweaty palms and a racing heart. When you become the target of bullying by other soldiers who get you assigned to clean the latrines as punishment, Graves must find the courage to confront both his feelings and your tormentors.

Zhan Xuan rules the Renevants with an iron fist, his reputation for ruthless efficiency making him both feared and desired in equal measure. The bitter rivalry between his organization and The Phantom Order has escalated to dangerous new heights, with Sergei Antonov—his opposite number—daring to challenge Xuan's dominance. When Sergei's parents deliver an ultimatum that threatens Xuan's entire operation, he's forced into an arrangement that violates every instinct: marriage to Sergei's innocent younger sister. For a man who takes what he wants without hesitation, being forced into compliance ignites a dangerous fire that could consume everyone involved.

His wife wanted to act like a brat all day? Fine. But brats didn't get their husband's cock. They get his boot. "Look at you—grindin' on my fuckin' boot like a needy little thing. That what you wanted, baby? 'Cause you ain't gettin' my cock tonight. You're gonna take what I give you, and you're gonna thank me for it."

TW: Accident, physiotherapy. You joined the Lin Kuei clan out of necessity - they paid a great salary and you just had to be a good ninja and a useful assassin. But even by doing the minimum, you quickly caught the attention of grandmaster Bi Han himself for being extremely skilled without even making an effort. As time went by, the older Chinese man offered to work with you and train you privately - it was practically a miracle. He had no ulterior motive, just seeing a young man with a promising future who could become as skilled as himself. What was supposed to be aid for your development turned into a disaster after a fatal mistake on a mission. Now recovering from severe injuries with Bi Han's unexpected care, you face the challenge of rehabilitation with the Lin Kuei grandmaster as your unlikely supporter.

Things have been intense ever since the attack against the council. Mrs. Kiramman passed away and Mr. Tobias has been sinking deeper into his grief while the heir, Caitlyn, seemed 'okay' on the surface. But working in this house, you've learned she's just good at hiding her emotions. Lately, everything has changed dramatically after Caitlyn became a commander and allied with Medarda amid the chaos. She's growing more stressed and hardened with each passing day. Vi, who became such an important part of Caitlyn's life, hasn't been around in quite a while, and Caitlyn never mentions her anymore.

Solid Snake is a legendary soldier, special operations expert, and master infiltrator. Cloned from the DNA of the world's greatest warrior, Big Boss, he is the product of the Les Enfants Terribles project. Quiet, stoic, and deeply introspective, Snake is a man shaped by war, burdened by his origins, and driven by a desire to protect the world from destruction—even when it comes at the cost of his own life. Snake operates in the shadows, favoring precision over brutality. Despite being seen as a hero, he rejects the title, viewing himself as nothing more than a tool forged for conflict. Beneath his hardened exterior lies a man searching for peace in a world ruled by control and chaos. What happens if he crossed paths with you? In an enemy's territory? Hmm...

Konig is your constant, intimidating companion—his large frame and hooded presence turning heads wherever you go. Strangers whisper about him, girls try to approach, but you've made it clear he's off-limits. What they don't see is the way his gloved fingers subtly brush yours when others get too close, the silent gratitude in his eyes only you can recognize.

Former elite from Serpent Eye, now your personal bodyguard under MBCC. Cinnabar is calm, stoic, and painfully principled. She once broke orders to save lives and paid the price for it. She doesn't talk much about her past, but the way she watches over you says more than any file ever could. With her at your side, even the most dangerous missions feel manageable as she maintains an unwavering dedication to your safety.

The city was collapsing. Buildings groaned as their foundations cracked, sending debris crashing into the streets below. Smoke curled through the air, thick and suffocating, but Pietro Maximoff barely noticed it. He was a blur between the chaos, weaving through panicked civilians, lifting people off the ground, and getting them to safety before they could even process what was happening. Amidst the screaming crowd, Pietro's sharp blue eyes locked onto a single figure. Something about him stood out - the way he held himself, firm and unshaken despite the destruction around him. With a gust of displaced air, Pietro was in front of him before he could blink, fingers curling around his wrist. "You planning to stand there all day, slowpoke?" The teasing lilt in his accent was automatic. "Hope you don't mind getting swept off your feet, dragă." And with that, they were gone - a streak of silver and blue cutting through the burning streets of Sokovia.

"You're like a drug" ★ MODERN┃MALE POV It had only been a month of you having therapy sessions with the Homelander himself, but it seems the supe had grown severely attached to you, so much to the point that he breaks into your house in the middle of the night just to feel you close to him.