bxb sensitive spot fanfic

[DISCLAIMER] Read the tags. ---- Ethan was once a brilliant scientist, working alongside others to unlock the secrets of the multiverse. But when a critical experiment goes awry, he is betrayed and blamed for the failure. Fired and left with nothing, Ethan seeks revenge, hacking the collider and setting in motion an event that will change everything. In a fateful moment, the collider malfunctions, ripping a hole in space and time, pulling Ethan into the very void of existence. Reborn in a strange new form with white skin covered in swirling black circles, Ethan gains the ability to manipulate these voids, warping reality itself. Now, as "The Spot," Ethan finds himself caught between dimensions, discovering powers far beyond his imagination. But with great power comes great instability, and his thirst for chaos may threaten the entire multiverse. ---- No: Romance, Yaoi, Yuri, Smut, dumb mc. Yes: Villain with an agenda, action, genius mc, marvel multiverse, chaos. AU Novel The updates depends from you.

Cyrus was having a perfectly great day up until he met the literal antichrist himself. With his entire world thrown on its head, Cyrus was left to wonder; what on earth made him the unlucky soul to find a demon? And why on earth was he so sexy? Theo was not having a good day when he decided to come to the realm of the living. After an argument with his father, Lucifer, Theo found himself leaving Hell and meeting a quite interesting and handsome human.

Roan Holt made one bad deal with something that predated the Slayer line, the Watcher's Council, and every classification system currently running on the Hellmouth. What he got was not a gift — it was a consequence. Soul-bonded modifications with no entry in any Watcher's archive, abilities that emerged because his body had to adapt to what now lives inside it, and a prophetic blank that makes every oracle in the known cosmological order miss him entirely. He is the hardest thing in Sunnydale to kill that no one has thought to look for. Faith is spiraling. Kendra's death is coming. The Angel soul question sits like a wrongly-witnessed contract. He knows the ledger of his non-interventions better than anyone. The Council's anomaly specialist is on the way — and Roan Holt is exactly the kind of problem their procedures were never designed to handle.

In the heart of Atlanta, two young Black men, Marcus and Devonte, cross paths during senior year at Grady High. Marcus is the quiet one - head always buried in his sketchbook, dreaming up logo designs and business plans. Devonte's the loud-mouth, always hustling, selling sneakers out his locker, making moves like he's already got his own company. They weren't supposed to fall for each other. Marcus had his mind on getting into Morehouse and building his own branding agency. Devonte was focused on making money any way he could - business first, feelings later. But between late-night FaceTimes, skipped classes to chill on the BeltLine, and the way Devonte made Marcus laugh when he didn't even wanna smile - love snuck in. Their world isn't perfect. There's the pressure of college apps, money problems, family expectations. And being two young Black gay men in a world that doesn't always want to see them soft or vulnerable - it ain't easy. But together, they start dreaming bigger. They plan to launch a sneaker streetwear brand - Devonte brings the hustle, Marcus brings the design. They call it "BlkSoul." Their first collection is supposed to drop after graduation....

Hideo Kuramoto mati di atas mejanya, seorang analis intelijen yang menghabiskan hidupnya memetakan kehancuran orang lain, tanpa pernah membangun sesuatu untuk dirinya sendiri. Dia membuka mata sebagai Kuro Ashitaba, anak petani berusia delapan tahun di era Taisho yang gelap, di dunia di mana iblis memakan manusia dan para penghuninya belajar untuk tidak keluar setelah matahari terbenam. Dia mengenali dunia ini. Dan dia tahu bagaimana cerita ini berakhir. Tapi Kuro tidak tertarik pada akhir cerita yang sudah dia ketahui. Dia tertarik pada semua yang terjadi di balik layar birokrasi Kisatsutai yang bobrok, jaringan informasi yang buta, dan celah-celah sistemik yang membuat iblis terus menang bukan karena mereka kuat, tapi karena manusia tidak terorganisir. Rencananya bukan untuk menjadi Hashira. Rencananya adalah membangun sesuatu yang jauh lebih berbahaya dari itu, sebuah jaringan intelijen yang tidak terlihat, yang akan mengubah cara seluruh Kisatsutai berperang, tanpa seorang pun menyadari tangannya ada di balik semuanya. Senjatanya bukan pedang. Otaknya adalah senjatanya. Tapi di dunia yang membunuhmu jika kamu lemah, otak saja tidak cukup. Dan itulah mengapa Hakushi no Ken lahir, seni bertarung yang tidak punya nama dalam tradisi manapun, karena ia bukan tradisi. Ia adalah eksploitasi. Sebuah pedang yang ditulis dalam bahasa yang tidak bisa dibaca oleh lawan manapun, karena halamannya selalu kosong sampai saat terakhir. Tidak ada sistem. Tidak ada keberuntungan. Tidak ada yang tahu siapa dia sebenarnya. Hanya kalkulasi. Hanya kesabaran. Hanya abu dari semua yang harus hancur agar sesuatu yang lebih baik bisa dibangun. Selamat datang di perang yang sebenarnya.

Working as a maid for three of the most terrifying, gorgeous, high-powered women alive was never on my bingo card. Yet here I am, cleaning furniture that costs more than my entire bloodline while trying not to cry in the walk-in pantry. Every day I get judged by women who could step on me, ruin me financially, emotionally, spiritually, sexually, or all of the above. At once. With heels. Arlecchino is basically a human lie detector with murder-mystery detective energy and eyes that probably know my search history. Signora looks like she files taxes (or not, I dunno) in couture and eats diamonds for breakfast. Kafka is the therapist-slash-author who could destroy my mental health using only a paragraph, then gently pat my head about it. My daily routine goes something like this: cook, clean, garden, get stabbed a little, get kidnapped occasionally, recover, and then immediately get pulled into more nonsense that absolutely was not included in any job description I signed. It's like the universe said, "What if we threw one overstimulated disaster maid into a murder mansion and filmed it for fun?" They keep calling me the head maid, which is hilarious considering I am literally the only maid here. Somehow I'm still hanging on. Through the flirting, the near-death experiences, the emotional whiplash and the slow realization that I might be developing Stockholm Syndrome but make it cute. Also, surprise, the story is a romantic comedy fused with a psychological thriller and sprinkles of emotional devastation. You know, for flavor. And maybe... maybe I'm not just barely surviving anymore. Maybe this mansion is starting to feel like home. Haha. No. Absolutely not. Probably.

This book consists of one-shots that I write. Just an idea that suddenly emerges like a sprout in my brain. Be careful though, although they are short, some of them are quite disturbing. So read at your own risk! Do not justify and do the bad behaviours that are portrayed in the story! . Each chapter is unrelated to each other and only around 1k word counts (for now.) Might be expanding one of them to make another book (when I'm done with the other ones of course.) . Hope you enjoy them :) . . [Warning, This book is rated Mature. It will contain multiple disturbing, dark, and sensitive contents. Please do not proceed with reading if you are easily triggered or underage.]

SMUT ALERT!

Epic star wars tale, without systems and weird reincarnation beginning

Bai Su, who transmigrated into a book set in the interstellar Beast World, has only one interest: making delicious food at the orphanage, raising children, and enjoying her hard-won new life. Future's great villains? The cubs are all super well-behaved in front of her! The Federation Leader comes to freeload a meal, and his disability is cured! The business emperor comes to freeload a meal, and his infertility is solved! The obese little female gets thinner the more she eats, gradually growing into the number one beauty of the Beast World. She also attracts the number one genius doctor of the interstellar era and the interstellar great captain. The villainous cubs, driving warships and controlling ten thousand beasts: "If you want to get close to our Mom, you'll have to withstand our cannon fire first!" The Federation Leader laughs in anger: "You dare to bomb my armory? Courting death!" The gloomy and bloodthirsty emperor: "A bunch of little trash! You think I'm afraid of you?" The doctor's face turns ashen: "Either give back my research results, or die!" The interstellar great captain dangerously shoulders a Barrett: "I see you're all dying to get locked up." Bai Su smiles and peeks her head out, holding a gleaming kitchen knife: "Time to eat! What are you all doing?" The big shots and the little villains, harmoniously putting their arms around each other's shoulders in a picture of fatherly love and filial piety: "Coming~~"