When Little A is left in charge of his uncle's strange farm, he discovers it's not filled with animals but human-animal hybrids bred for their "byproducts." Among them is (y/n) - an 8ft tall, black stallion hybrid with unmatched strength, stamina, and intimidating size. Unlike the others, (y/n) refuses to submit easily, making him both the farm's most dangerous and most valuable asset. Little A quickly realizes that managing (y/n)'s breeding program is his favorite farm task. Every hybrid - Milton the cow, K the chicken, Fluffy the dog - becomes obsessed with the stallion. Some pamper him, some tease him, others beg for his children, all seeing him as more than livestock: a husband, a father, a legend. But (y/n)'s pride won't let him be tied down so easily. He growls, resists, and fights back - until the farm's rules and Little A's teasing control force him into moments of surrender. Every time he ruts, fills jars in the milking machine, or helps with egg-laying and milking, his bond with the others deepens, blurring the line between livestock duty and love. Over time, the farm transforms from a place of byproduct production into something more chaotic, tender, and feral: a found family bound together by their obsession with the stallion who was never meant to be tamed. ___ the manwha belongs to it's original owners

❝(Y/n)! Tell him that ghosts are real!❞ ❝ (Y/n)! Tell her that aliens are real!❞ ❝...you're both idiots...❞ UNBELIEVER 彼の妻 DANDADAN xJjk Harem x fem!Sukuna! Reader __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ A story of which two students try to win over their friend and shared crush who doesn't believe in anything...after forcing her to a haunted and alien-infested shrine her life would forever be shifted. ═ஓ๑ ๑ஓ═ ▞▞▞▞▞Thriller, Action, Harem! Romance! Angst, Comedy-crack fic This book is for all body sizes, skin tones, etc! 🏻 🏼 🏽 🏾 🏿 ▞▞▞▞▞Will NOT FULLY follow plot! ▞▞▞▞▞PUBLISHED• NOV/12/24 ▞▞▞▞▞FINISHED•?? ✨RANKINGS!✨ ✨#1 Jiji ✨#1 Dandadan ✨#1 Okarun ✨#1 momoayase ✨#1 Kentakakaura ✨#3 spoilers

❝𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗜 𝗗𝗢 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨❞― Two children stand side by side in an old photograph, siblings. One is as blinding as the sun, the other could only be described as a blank canvas. Yes, their fates had already been decided by that point. One to be a tool and the other to be the wielder. ↳ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. - - → Various! gachiakuta x gn! reader This is my second story after not writing anything for a really long time so I apologize if there is anything grammatically off or whatsoever. This story will contain potential manga spoilers and some topics that may leave a few people uncomfortable. Warnings will be included on top of every chapter when necessary so please always put your comfort first!

2006. People start dying with smiles carved into their faces, bodies untouched by any known curse. No residue. No explanation. Just something unseen that lingers. Y/N is already unstable-his cursed technique distorts his perception so badly he can't tell if people are real, beautiful, or something monstrous pretending to be human. Then the voices begin. Not random. Not broken. They speak clearly. They mimic the people he trusts. They tell him they love him. Suguru bends reality until nothing lines up. Satoru traps him in endless, suffocating loops of perception. And something else... something older... watches through all of it. It doesn't want to kill him. It wants to keep him.

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I bake bread. I keep my head down. I don't speak. Silence is safer than begging. I learned that with blood in my mouth and my stepbrother's words crawling under my skin. He trades me like a cigarette, lit, used and passed on. People forget me. They walk past and look through. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw me. It started with roses, anonymous. Then came the late night shadows outside the bakery. Now, I feel him before I even hear his voice. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: He smells like flour and fear. And I want both. I call him Little Ghost because he floats through this shitty town like he's not part of it. Mute. Soft. Fragile like glass. I'm gonna crack him open. First time I saw him, I wanted to fuck the sound out of him. Second time, I wanted to ruin his mouth. Now? I just want to keep him shaking and mine. I'm not in love. I'm obsessed. He bakes bread and I break bones. We were never meant to touch. So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine. ──

You suddenly transmigrate into a world unknown to you after falling asleep in the class. But after trying to find your way out, you shine in the emperor's eyes - making him develop an obsession where he doesn't wish to let you go.

70 years after the war, a lot has changed in the world. When Captain America was found in the ice, no one thought that something even more unbelievable could happen. But finally they were here. The Avengers stood in front of a hibernation machine and the man inside of it. The legend, the war prince... ...Major Elliot Clement Bailey. ••• ~ Pretty stranger, how you been? Weather's getting pretty bad again Life has been a blur, don't you agree? And I don't recognize the man I see ~ -"PRETTY STRANGER", Faouzia BOOK 2 of Elliot's Story.

A place for every Resident Evil oneshot I end up writing for my favorites of the franchise: Ethan Winters, Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira, Piers Nivans, Claire Redfield, Ada Wong, Grace Ashcroft. Some pieces will be dark, some will be tender or very smutty and others a mix of both. All will be written with love for the characters and the world they survived. Oneshots with male reader only but females are totally welcome here

💖For centuries, Y/N Hayami has lived in the shadows of humanity wearing a smile that doesn't belong to him. To the world, he is the softest, sweetest, most admired girl in school-the kind whose pink ribbons sway in the hallways and whose innocent laughter makes even the strongest sorcerers relax. No one knows the truth. Behind those gentle eyes lies an ancient catastrophe: a five-hundred-million-year-old curse king, born from the world's deepest desires, able to warp reality with a whisper, corrupt the strongest minds, and grant wishes that always twist in his favor. He hides in plain sight, wrapped in pastel dresses and the illusion of purity, all while mocking the sorcerers hunting him and avoiding the one creature who remembers his true form: Sukuna, who once loved him, lost him, and wants him back by any means. In a world spinning toward disaster, Y/N's real voice, real power, and real cruelty threaten to break free. And when the Lust King decides to stop running, the men who adore him may discover that their angel was the greatest calamity of all.💗

What does it mean to be considered one of the strongest? To most, it means unfathomable respect, power, and recognition. To others, strength is freedom - a status that places them above the rules, untouchable and answerable to no one. But to Y/n Shinrai, being one of the strongest means something far more painful than either of those things. It means being alone, trapped in the constant, suffocating fear that simply loving someone is going to destroy them. Y/n was not born into tragedy. He was born into a family that loved him so fiercely it bordered on obsession - a mother who was once the gold standard of jujutsu sorcery, a father who knew nothing of cursed spirits yet faced the world with quiet, unwavering strength, an older sister who braided his hair when he was anxious, and a baby brother who followed him everywhere with boundless, uncomplicated adoration. For all the ways the jujutsu world is cruel, Y/n's life within his family's walls was warm. Then a drunk driver ran a red light, and the warmth was gone. He was the sole survivor. His sister and brother died shielding him. His parents died rushing to reach him. And Y/n - fourteen years old, broken-armed and concussed and utterly shattered - simply refused to accept it. He waited for them in the hospital. He insisted they were coming. He told nurses they always came for him, that they'd promised to always be there. For a normal grieving boy, denial would have been just that - grief's first, merciful stage. But Y/n is not a normal boy. In the jujutsu world, denying the death of those you love with that kind of power and that kind of desperation doesn't just keep you from healing. It keeps them from leaving. His family never moved on. They couldn't. Bound to the objects they'd given him in life they became something between what they were and what the jujutsu world makes of unresolved grief. Vengeful spirits.