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•BL/Yaoi •Short stories •Switch •BAD ENDING>(always doesn't mean to be sad) {Content warning: Mature, Psychology, Toxicity, Stalking, Violence, Obsession, Manipulation, dark, anything but love.} You have been warned~! [The pictures are from Google so credits goes to the right owner] [The story plot is mine so don't copy it or I'll report for sure!]

Space Femboys: Help! I'm Stuck in the Futanari Smut I Wrote As A Joke Genre: Sci-Fi Erotica / Omegaverse / Femdom Tags: #Femdom #MuscleMommy #Futanari #Omegaverse #SciFiErotica #MindBreak I wrote it at 2am as a bit. I gave the alien race a pronunciation guide and everything. Now I'm in it. The Dyridians /dɪˈrɪd.i.ənz/ are an ancient interstellar civilization whose mastery of nanotechnology is so advanced it looks — and feels — exactly like magic. Their "Qi," their "Force," their everything runs on a galaxy-spanning network of microbial nanobots woven into the fabric of matter itself. Incredibly sophisticated. Genuinely awe-inspiring. They also have three castes, and I, the author, have just been thrust into this world as the shortest, prettiest, most embarrassingly on-type Omega in the known galaxy. The Primes are exactly what I wrote them to be — towering, stacked, hung, and dangerously interested in me. The Betas are either sleek androgynous pretty boys or soft goth mommy types, and somehow both are worse for my sanity. And the Omegas? Universally, affectionately, and without any shame whatsoever referred to as sluts. I wrote that. I wrote all of this. God help me. Self-aware smut. No thoughts, head empty, full chapters.

Jack along with his hot step mother and his step sister reincarnates in a world with Hot Futas with BDSM dungeons where the entire family is hired as dolls for the Futas. They realize that masochism runs in the family, even if it is step. ___ Explicit Bdsm, sex, incest, taboo, fantasy world, anal, futanari, threesome, double penetration, gangbang, cream pie. no softcore, slime play , tentacles. etc

I'm just an Orphanage kid. I don't know who my parents are.Now I'm 17 years old and no one's adopted me yet. My life in the orphanage was ordinary even too monotonous. Until one day the tragedy it's changed my life. "Give back my body" she whispered to me. I looked around. But there's no one here. I was in a very dark room. "Who are you?" the question that came out of my mouth. Then all of a sudden I felt my soul being sucked out. And I slowly open my eyelids. "Calista,finally you came to your senses" the speech of a graceful woman. That's the first sentence I ever heard. But who is she? And where am I ? "Calista what you're feeling?" asked a woman in a white coat. She looked up at me. Is the question meant for me? But my name is CLARA not CALISTA. What exactly has happened?

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How Many Steps Does It Take To Turn an SM R*pe Novella into a Comedy Skit [INDONESIA TRANSLATION] [ID : Eri/Mochirin] [EN : Oriental Rabbit] _________ Go to Chap 0 for synopsis Ke chap 0 yok untuk baca sinopsis. [ Warning ] Ini [BL] dan saya mentranslatekannya dengan bahasa gaul ya jadi ini bukan dengan bahasa [Formal] oke, karena jujur saya kurang suka translate an dengan bahasa super formal. [ Saya translate ini menunggu chap diupload dalam bahasa inggris, jadi kalo belum up, saya juga belum up, dan tergantung mood ] [ Donation ] 1. https://saweria.co/Eirine 2. https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Eirin [Kalian juga boleh rekomendasikan novel apa yang mau dijadikan projek translatean] [Thank you]

Bounty Hunter John Smoke never liked the rules. As a result of his overly aggressive- and often illegal- arrest methods, he ended up behind bars. But the Bureau: won't let be. Placed in the care of beautiful, no nonsense, Sidney Shaw, his new FBI handler, Smoke needs to alter his loose cannon- ways to remain a free man. But there is an unchecked evil festering deep in the heart of the nation's capital. A shadow conspiracy that won't be defeated by conventional means. A vast, hidden network of criminals with the ability to shapeshift into monsters spreading it's supernatural sickness in the very fabric of human society. No ordinary mortal can fight this evil. But, there is nothing ordinary about John Smoke . Sidney Shaw is about to discover for herself as she follows Smoke's trail into the darkest, most secret corners of Washington D.C. Smoke and Sidney most fight the evil that will stop at nothing to tear them apart while destroying a nation as well.

Ini kisah gue saat semua penderitaan, masalah, kebahagiaan dan amarah bercampur jadi satu. Gue harus berusaha untuk melewati bukan menghindari dengan keadaan seadanya.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"