Smutt Fluff Maybe angst this will contain lesbian, gay and straight (if it's straight, the male will not be dominant it's all femdom.) BDSM

Meet Y/N L/N, runner, tinkerer, and a faunus with a penchant for being an asshole. Growing up outside the kingdom of Vale, he was the best at what he did. Delivering packages, trafficking intel, and cracking skulls. But his one dream is to be free from the world of Remnant, to do what he wants, see more than what Remnant can offer him. However, unknown to him and the World, he has a natural connection with the Void, a dimension where the laws of the Multiverse become nonexistent. Knowing that he could be compromise their plans for Remnant, the Brothers Grimm plot to stop him. Chased by the brothers, the creatures of Grimm, and caught in the crossfire of a secret war between 2 immortals, will he finally be free from the Gods rule, as well as save the world from total destruction or will he perish, doomed to fail as his world is sent into Oblivion? ( This will be my very first story, constructive criticism is acknowledged and appreciated)

Sxs Oneshots 🤪

!WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAIN BLOOD AND GORE, SEXUAL THEMES, USE OF ALCOHAL, AND STRONG LANGUAGE. READER DESCREATION ADVICED¡ It's the year 1899, and the era of outlaws and gunslingers is coming to an end. Y/N L/N, a loyal member of the Damned Posse, tries to continue the outlaw life with his family of humans and furries. But when a group of bounty hunters threatens their lives, he must choose between continueing his way of life or leave the gang he calls family altogather. **art work is not mine and belongs to their rightful owners**¹ **¹ - the only thing I own is the photos taken in Red Dead Online

အထက်တန်းမှာ ကြိုက်ခဲ့တဲ့အချစ်ဦးလေးနဲ့ 3နှစ်ကြာပြီးနောက် ပြန်တွေ့သောအခါ...

ပုံသဏ္ဍာန်ချင်း မတူညီတဲ့ ချစ်ခြင်း​မေတ္တာ​​​လေးတွေကို စု​ပေါင်းထားပြီး ခိုလှုံလိုက်တာနဲ့ ​နွေး​ထွေးလုံခြုံသွား​စေမယ့် အိမ်​လေးတစ်လုံး။ (Punishment Type ပါ၀င်​နေတာ​ကြောင့် အဆင်​ပြေမှသာ ၀င်ဖတ်ပါရန်)

𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧. In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.

the bitch ရဲ့အဆက်ပါ။မျှော်နေကြမယ်လို့ထင်ပါတယ်။ acc ပျက်သွားတာရယ် အလုပ်တွေမအားတာရယ်ကြောင့်မရေးဖြစ်တာပါ။မျှော်နေတဲ့သူတေလည်းsorryပါဗျ။ခုပြန်ရေးပါပီ နောက်ပိုင်းတေပိုကြမ်းပါမယ်

Have you ever thought what it is like to be soulless? To have your soul ripped from you by force? Heh heh who would? No one that's who... (Kill this book with plasma!!!!!!!!!! 🔥💢💀💀💢🔥)

Collection of different Indian short stories.