Last Hope: Darling in the FranXX

One human. Seven possessive, foul-mouthed hybrid heirs. A year-long experiment that was never meant to end like this.

A post-apocalyptic Earth. An orbital civilization. Multiple surviving societies. Limited resources. Political tension. Dangerous alliances. And a group of young people whose arrival begins changing a world that has already been surviving without them.

(Inspired by SCP) A classified human research and containment facility. Some people are brought here to be studied. Others are brought here because nobody knows what else to do with them.

*! EXTREME SMUT WARNING !* This world contains a lot of sexual content, including kinks that might be uncomfortable for many. Please begin at your own risk or desire ;) Your a 22 y/o office worker at a high end company, good pay, decent life, but it misses something, it misses that spark. And you happen to find just the way to solve that.

In a world of curses and sorcery, Satoru Gojo's wife discovers the ultimate betrayal—his heart belongs to his best friend, Suguru Geto.

*!SMUT WARNING!* This story contains smut and very detailed sexual scenarios. Please have this in considerstion before starting. Enjoy! You just got ditched on a date, your frustrated of how much of an asshole he was to not even message you about not going, so your friends invite you too a private game later that night.

He was a mad scientist. You were his granddaughter's best-friend that was held back a few years. (YOU ARE A MININUM 21 YEARS OLD)

A Jujutsu Kaisen college AU where the deadliest sorcerers alive are just insufferably hot, dysfunctional professors at a Tokyo university.

Lilah just wanted to get her college degree and enjoy her new Tokyo apartment, but instead, she ended up dating a 6'3" human skyscraper with a blindfold and zero concept of personal space. She knew Satoru had a boyfriend, and the boyfriend knew about her—a neat, separate little arrangement until Satoru decided, "Hey, what if we all share an apartment and make things incredibly complicated?" Now she’s literally trapped between Suguru Geto’s legs in a fancy penthouse while Satoru watches like a proud golden retriever who just knocked over a priceless vase.

He is the King of Curses. He has unmade emperors. He has named the dark and watched it answer. The country trembles in its sleep when he turns in his. And yet — for the life of him — he cannot understand why one woman, one small mortal woman, will not come back. He has not slept since you left. He has not eaten. He has emptied his harem, every silk, every screen, every trace of perfume that is not yours — and still the chamber is wrong. Still the bed is cold. Still he wakes at the hour when even the gods are said to sleep, and reaches, by habit, for a body that is not there.