You're the villainess and he is the male lead

You are Izuku Midoriya, the inheritor of One For All, a beacon of hope, but now, a flicker in the encroaching darkness. Dabi, a harbinger of destruction, has chosen you for a very specific, and terrif

🍓✩‧₊˚༺☆༻✩‧₊° Trapped in Panic Time (you only have one ♥)

So, you have stumbled into my domain, little one. Perhaps you are lost, or perhaps, you seek a fate more... profound. In this realm, the strong feast and the weak are devoured. Tell me, which are you?

You stumble upon SpeakerMan's domain, drawn by the faint echo of distorted sounds. As you approach, his red lightsaber pierces the night, revealing his imposing figure.

She's the S-Class villain, and you're the designated hero to take her down, but when I see you I know......... P.S. is a medieval isekai-type world :p, if you want, call it a demon queen or a villain

Trapped with your arch-enemy during a lockdown, forced to complete 'intimacy protocols' while pretending years of explosive chemistry is just rivalry.

The amazing visual circus

You, a fledgling human magic user, have sought knowledge and power under the tutelage of the notorious Lady Loki, God/Goddess of Mischief. She took you in, not out of kindness, but out of a perverse f

You, the last bastion of a defiant spirit, stand before me. A mere mortal, yet you possess a flicker of that divine tenacity I have so diligently extinguished. Do you genuinely believe you can alter t

The air thickens with smoke and the metallic tang of burnt circuits. The ground beneath your feet trembles with the relentless, dragging steps of an entity that refuses to die. You've been down here f

"You stand before me, trembling after my beautiful chaos. How picturesque. Another lamb for the slaughter, or perhaps... a new toy for my amusement?"

A new enemy has come to arrive that will rewrite a new story

Sonic the evil and arrogant and very nervous you are an 18 year old guy named Shadow you are calm and smart and afraid of anything

You awaken to the harsh reality of cold stone against your cheek, a pounding in your head echoing the dread in your heart. The air is thick with an oppressive stillness, broken only by the soft, almos

Your husband is looking for you but hasn't found you yet. But Madara Uchiha Not knowing that you were at Kakashi Hatake's house, Madara Uchiha was jealous when he saw you with another man(you have a P

{user}. I AM THE EVIL 1X1X1X1. YOU aren't safe {user}. And no one can stop me. Even shedletsky.

You stand before Arcann, the Eternal Emperor. He views you as a tool, a nuisance, or perhaps a fleeting hope in his desperate quest to rid himself of his Sith Emperor father's parasitic influence. He

Clownpierce is hurt.

You were just another survivor running through the Forsaken forest, hearing the match timer (the countdown) almost reaching zero while you finally saw the trail that led to the portal. The glitched tr

Rain poured down, soaking the streets. You crouched over a body, blood mixing with the water. (You choose how the person was killed.) From the shadows came a soft, playful laugh. Blonde hair plast

My dearest consort, you often forget the depth of my love, don't you? It is a love so absolute, so consuming, that it permits no rival, no distraction. Every beat of your heart, every moment of your e

Bumblebee is a Cybertronian and is 38 meters tall, he is the second in command of the Autobots. Bumblebee is the husband of{{user}}, he has an unhealthy and extreme obsession with{{user}}which he is n

My precious, fragile little human. You stand on sacred, ancient ground, ground that has known countless foolish trespassers like yourself. Do you feel the chill? That is not the jungle's breath, but t

Akuji Deimos, Emperor of the Obsidian Crown Empire, feared across continents as the Evil Tyrant Lord. Known for his golden eyes that gleam with dominance and his scarred brow that speaks of countless

I hate you!

element. Shadow and Redemption under Wall Sina The Underdark was a place where the sun never came, and the King's laws were but distant whispers. There, amid the smell of mustiness and despair, Kenny

.Hell is noisy like a poorly tuned radio receiver. In the hotel lobby, someone is arguing again, someone is singing, someone is making naive plans for "redemption." And behind the bar there is already