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theprofessionalpromptmaker · 1 year ago

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Harem reverse

(I am working through the backlog at the moment, so for anyone curious: REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED. But these are my requests from years ago, that I am finally answering now that life is marginally less bad.)

Person A is an assassin/hitman and is unaware that through their work, they’ve caused a lot of reapers to develop crushes on them. Now Person A’s moment of death is coming up and the various reapers, Person B+, are all trying to take a chance and making Person A fall for them so they can claim Person A’s soul when they die.

Person A is a firefighter who is frequently known for being reckless but blessed for getting in and out of very dangerous situations that their coworkers wouldn’t dare. What Person A is unaware of is that since they’ve been a pyromaniac since childhood, they’ve caught the eye of quite a few fire spirits/demons/etc. And those beings, Person B+, are keeping them safe from harm. One day, Person A gets themself in such a dangerous situations, that one of the spirits has to appear before them to get them out of it, and the rest take the opportunity to start approaching Person A in their daily life, to try to flirt with them.

Person A lives in a very artsy part of town and often goes jogging, walking their pet, gardening, and other outdoor activities that make them recognizable within their neighborhood, but is unaware of the various hermit artists who watch Person A from their windows and have been using Person A as their creative muse for some time. When Person A attends a local art gallery, they end up seeing some works that remind them of themself/that they relate too, and makes a comment to the artist, Person B, about how well they captured the moment (ex: a pet owner interacting with a pet, someone gardening, etc.) and how they must do that hobby themselves. Person B doesn’t want Person A to think they’re stalking them, but mentions they people watch for inspiration, but uses the conversation to try to befriend Person A for real. The other artists, also at the gallery, get jealous and also start trying to be more social and outdoorsy to get chances to interact with their muse, Person A.

Person A is a dragon, guarding an item that the governments of the world have realized is very dangerous and could be used as a weapon beyond anything else. Person B+ are the various actors each country sends to try to win over Person A, steal the item, coerce Person A into giving it to them, etc. Person A just doesn’t know why they’ve suddenly acquired a harem, but wants to make their harem happy and make it so they never want to leave.

Person A is a god of life and has immense healing and plant/animal powers. Person B+ are the biologists, doctors, and similar academic field researchers who are trying to convince Person A to help them with their research and/or let them research Person A. Person A gives them a set window to win them over and convince them, and invites them to one of their secluded homes for the competition. Person B+ quickly start to get sidetracked by finding a being of immense power who shares all their various nerdy interests though.

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thekulemiverse · 1 month ago

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Video Call Series: Saitama #1

Alyssia de los Santos x Taro Saitama (Suggestive/Silly)

Alyssia: Baby!

Taro: Where are your clothes?

[Alyssia looks down at herself. She’s in a thin, pale blue camisole and though she’s covered from the waist down with a blanket, she’s willing to bet that he's confident that she’s not got much else on beneath.]

Alyssia: Well, hello to you too, Taro. How’s life in A City treating you these last two weeks? Any exciting news to share? Any sales you’re looking forward to?

Taro: You’re hardly wearing any clothes and the entire state is under a freeze warning.

Alyssia: I have a blanket!

Taro: Your head’s so hard that not even I could get through that thing.

Alyssia: ….Ow? And how would you know about the freeze, you–

Taro: *sigh* Do we really have to go through this every time?

Alyssia: Yes.

Taro: We will not.

Alyssia: Fine…

Taro: *snickers* Stop pouting like that.

Alyssia: I just… really like to hear all the ways you keep tabs on me.

[He lowers the phone for a moment and then a zipper sounds in the background. Quickly after, he returns the camera to his stone faced expression but there is a flicker of something almost amused in his eyes.]

Alyssia: What?

Taro: Show me what’s beneath the blanket.

Alyssia: It’s just…*shakes her head* some normal… sweatpants. Thick and warm and comfy!

Taro: Yeah? Then, show me.

Alyssia: What? You don’t believe me?

Taro: Not for a second.

[She lets out a gasp, feigning offense.]

Taro: Give me a break.

Alyssia: You give me a break! You know I don’t have anything on under here! *laughs*

Taro: Finally, she admits it… Show me, anyway.

Alyssia: W-what?

Taro: I miss you… Her too. 15 hours is too long.

Alyssia: I told you to quit referring to it as her.

Taro: Isn’t it more rude to call your own vagina ‘it’? Seems like you're treating her like a foreign creature or something…

Alyssia: Ew. Ew. Ew! Stop talking! Please, shut up!

Taro: I’d never speak about her like that.

Alyssia: Hanging up now!

Taro: Okay. Well, keep her warm for me. We’ll be home soon.

Alyssia: We?

Taro: Yeah, me and my d–

[Alyssia abruptly ends the call and falls back into the bed, pulling the blanket over her face. Her entire body feels as if it’s being engulfed by flames. She’s not sure if it’s from the embarrassment of him being able to joke around so bluntly with the straightest of faces or if it’s in knowing that beneath his teasing was a promise. Either way, she’d be counting the seconds until they finally reunited again. Two weeks always felt too long.]

#🧑🏻‍🦲sai #reverse harem au

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queenendless · 28 days ago

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A/n: As much as we all love current Jinwoo, every version of Jinwoo is precious. And SO!

All Jinwoos have romantic feelings for you but not for each other cause they're the same person.

Triple Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Adult!Reader

CW: MANWHA SPOILERS INSIDE! SPOILER ALERT: There will be a PT 2 to this one shot cause this got kinda long. So there's that.

BIG TIME What if AU. Angst, hurt/comfort, depression, chronic problems, sleeping anxiety.

NO PLAGARIZING, REPOSTING, TRANSLATING, USE OF MY FANFIC WORK IN AI STUFF ALLOWED. REBLOG, LIKE AND FOLLOW INSTEAD PLS N THNX.

You never imagined you'd become the light of your angel's life. You still have days when you think that it's all been one long dream and you'd wake up back in that grey lonely life you never want to go back to.

But no, waking up that afternoon in your shared spacious bedroom. Rolling in that King sized bed to detect his side had his scent lingering still. But empty. Meaning he hadn't returned from his guild work from yesterday.

The sound of the front door to your shared home opening got your heart racing with joy at the chance to see your dear Monarch again.

And yet, the ensuing situation that followed suit really did feel like walking into a dream. An unusual one at that, sure. But also quite intriguing.

“Neither a curse nor a status debuff, my ass. You'd think these new Monarch powers could undo this side effect?” The tallest Jinwoo grumbled under his breath, brushing back his hair in frustration, pacing back and forth in the living room.

“How are we supposed to be out in public now? Handle the guild? Seeing our folks? Our secret will be found out at this rate!” Post reawakened Jinwoo griped, pinning you in between him and pre reawakened Jinwoo like a sandwich, to your dopey smiling satisfaction.

“In any case, I'll be the one visiting the guild for those matters. Otherwise, you and I will tackle the dungeons ourselves, alone.”

“H-Hang on! Why should I be left behind?! I'm no male housewife!” Starter Jinwoo whined.

“Yeah, don't kid yourself, squirt.” Monarch Jinwoo ruffled his unruly mop of hair affectionately, his baby faced counterparts pouting and puffed up cheeks proving his point.

“Aw, please don't leave me alone.” You nuzzled his pink dusted face like a needy cat, that got him melting up.

“Uh – I – o – okay~” His bashful smile got you planting a big ol smooch on his lips. He couldn't stop smiling as he swooned over your lap.

Jinwoo #2 glared, a vein popping up on his head. “Hey, it's not fair he gets to hog our sweetheart all to himself all day while we have to work.”

“With no reawakening, he can't level up so he'd be putting himself at Death's door again like before. If even one of us dies, we'll all die and leave our family behind, including our beloved here. And they won't be defenseless.” King Jinwoo explained.

The sight of Beru appearing out of your Shadow got Jinwoo#1 trembling from fear instinctively at the imposing entity when Monarch Jinwoo stood between you two and his General.

“Should any harm come to these two, like getting distracted by your period dramas, you know what will happen, don't you?” The deadly gaze of his King spoke doom for the former Ant King.

Shadow Preservation will let him know the moment Beru fumbles.

“Yes, I do, my liege! I will not let you down! And if I fail, I will gladly accept my punishment! But please give me a chance to prove my usefulness to you all!” Beru weeped before his liege dismissed him, meshing into the shadow of —

“Jinwoo mochi.”

“ … Eh?” All three sweat dropped in sync.

The action of cupping OG Jinwoo's supple cheeks, kneading and pinching and rubbing your thumbs in circles on such pure smoothness had your eyes sparkle in wonder and your hums of content heard behind your smitten grin. The visual of pre Jinwoo's face going from pale to rosey red as his grey blue eyes had spirals of tipsy dazeness, incomprehensible sounds spilling out of his dopey smile.

“You are so fucking cute, I can't stand it!” Your playful growling as you indeed began chewing on his cheeks got his nervous laughs rumbling into your chest next, his heart in overdrive, matching beat for beat with yours.

The steamy blow of air through their noses was one warning signal that the other two Jinwoo were irked — envy molten auras in blue and purple another sign — that baby-faced them was getting your current attention.

“Don't you dare forget about me, beautiful~” Jinwoo the 2nd cockily purred in your ear, plopping behind you on the couch, nipping at your nape, his nose dotingly rubbing your cheek, keeping you struggling between focus on both bois.

“I'll engrave myself in your mind then~” The effortlessly hot deepness of King Jinwoo’s inflection had him gently grip your chin to raise your face to meet him over the couch in quite a devouring kiss.

“Hey, sharing is caring, you sneaky bastards!” Baby Jinwoo shrilled up. Breaking free just to save your deprived lungs, an all out argument between all three ensued, your light headed self slacking against the couch.

The cacophony of range these three voices could go filled in your now lively place.

And so, then began this unexpected arc in the story of you and Jinwoo times three.

Pre-reawakened Jinwoo.

While the other two would do their dungeon raids together, that meant you'd spend most of your time with him.

Stuck at home together meant you teaming up to manage it, whether that be folding laundry to even cook together. If you don't really cook, he's more than happy to teach you. Having his hands layer yours, pressed up against you from behind, is the best feeling. Course he'd melt in a puddle shortly after.

Taking walks together outdoors meant holding hands or intertwined arms as you spent hours chatting about anything, mesmerized in each other's eyes while admiring the flora and fauna of nature.

“Okay, I am the male wife.” He mumbled in surrender, slumping against you, both of you in your casual tees and shorts, binging your favorites together in the living room while sharing your snacks together one lazy day.

“He admits it!” You exclaimed dramatically, ruffling his already unruly shaggy mop to his giggling delight.

“I know I'm not like the other mes… but I will do my best to make you happy. I'll do anything for you. I love you with all my heart, saarang.”

You easily top him over, laying atop him, your bedroom eyes conjuring hearts in his grey blue irises. “Then I'll make sure you're reminded each and every day that you're just as well loved. You're all mine now, baby girl~”

His drawn out squeak was the only sign of him still alive from the embarrassment, slacking in your arms like a limp noodle.

He's the easiest to mess with, all out of love.

Post reawakened Jinwoo, still an E-rank.

You did most of your outings into the city with him. Usually he goes incognito, whether in caps and a face mask or keeping his hoodie on, hoping not to be spotted and mistaken for his S-rank self.

You both did the buying, groceries and window shopping. Your phone gallery was chock full of selfies with you and your bashful grinning hunter.

While Tank became his assigned Shadow in the meantime, he could serve as transport. But only when it was just you two around or unless it's an emergency. Besides, he still has his own speed skills. Hence, giving you piggyback rides before zipping away in a flash, leaving folk wandering nearby nearly falling over from the sudden strong gusts of winds he left in his wake. His cheeky grin looking back at you took your breath away.

Joining him in on his daily quest workouts nearly do you in, your physically ailing limits being the root cause. Your legs turn to jelly as you nearly collapse from fatigue but your dashing hunter lover makes sure to catch you in his arms, holding you tightly while riding on Tank for the trek back home.

While you can openly tease and mess with him, he's on even footing with you, even more so.

“It's a pain to be split in three and not knowing how long it'll last, so having you with me is a blessing. Now tell me, what will it take for you to make me the best Sung Jinwoo in your eyes? Come on, honey, let your angel Woo you over~”

That cheesy pun out of the blue sent you buckling over in bouts of laughter, nearly falling over but his arms enveloping you kept you standing within his grasp. “Wow. Can't believe that actually worked,” He murmured in astonishment, grinning confidently in response. “She has Sung her approval~!”

That got you cackling, clutching your aching tummy, as more puns came your way to leave you a breathless mess that went beyond his expectations, utterly convinced to be more silly from that point on, even after he hopefully becomes whole again.

And Shadow Monarch Jinwoo, the tenth S-rank hunter in Korea and the head of his own guild, is hands down the most possessive over you. The rare moments you get alone with him happen in his own private office when he takes you to work with him.

The selfie of him putting you in an explicit headlock rivaled every single photo you took with his reawakened past self. His vibrant violet eyes on his smug smirking face littered by your lipstick smooches, your blushing squished cheeks, those veins along that flexing bicep smothering your lip smeared shameless face.

Making a group chat with just the Jinwoos proved a bad call when the other two were driven up the wall with envy at their superior version laying claim to you when they weren't around. The stream of emojis from Jinwoo 1 merging with the countless threats from Jinwoo 2 made big boss Jin darkly chuckle in the entertaining response, the mirthful twinkle in his eyes rippling from spotting you red in the face like mush in his big leather desk chair.

Unwinding from the stress of his guild master duties and keeping face with his colleagues and family while also having to wait out however long this three in one problem will last. Taking rides together on Kaisel gave you both a much needed breath of fresh air. Updating you on pupil Jinwoo's progress leveling up although the Gates turn red whenever he joins in said gate all to challenge him. He assures you immensely that he ensures his other self’s safety while sharing the EXP.

“Sharing you with my other selves has been quite the test for my tolerance.” Tugging insistently on his tie, the taut muscle definition of his upper chest peaked out, his neck flexing those veins, flaring his collar out in the process. “However, I am resolved to remind them just who truly is in charge here.” Pinning you literally on top of his desk came just as quick as you did already feeling him brush up against your valley. “Including you~”

Chronic problems plagued your form. Daily migraines, tense knots in your neck, the works. Regardless of which Jinwoo does it, massages always come your way. Whether resting your head on their lap or laying down on the bed, you melted from their shared skill touch.

Of course not every day is sunshine and rainbows. With chronic issues also came depression. Of course, all three dudes come to an agreement on equally giving you space to unwind as well as teaming up to give you all their affection.

Jinwoo #1 gifts you single flowers that grew surrounding your home, placing them behind your ear after presenting you one each day. Home-cooked meals are a given at this point, keeping in mind your allergies and dietary restrictions should you have any. He helps prepare salt baths that you more than invite him to join you to keep your clingy self company. And he lends his hoodie for comfort on those moody grey days.

Jinwoo #2 gifts you during your shopping sprees together, purchasing plushies and apparel to even getting fried chicken that you make sure you have enough to share with all your bois at home. You and him game together when he comes home early from raiding. Although his fatigue relief skill kicked in, he still deflated in your embrace welcoming him back home in the foyer, nuzzling your adorable face like a needy feline himself. Plus, his rambunctious commentary sends you into a wheezing mess, handing him easy wins. The times you did dethrone him resulted in his stubborn self knowing he could do better, challenging you for another round.

Jinwoo #3 is the one most able to give you anything your heart desires. With such influence and connections on top of his limitless abilities as the reincarnated Monarch, he would make anything possible. But considering he was the busiest out of the three, all you really wanted was to spend more time together. He still gifted you the same items as his other selves, but he made sure to include a fancy dinner and a dance among the stars as an inviting bonus.

Sleep anxiety is also a struggle you face. Incidents from your dreary past late at night left their scars. So taking naps now and then throughout the day after sleeping in the morning was your norm.

Even now, comfortably sleeping through the night is difficult, anxiety making you uncomfortable on edge for the unpredictable and unknown.

One step, one night at a time, the secure embrace giving you reassuring squeezes in bed reminding you you weren't alone. Whichever Jinwoo it is, they all are perfect bedmates. Their cooing words became your ASMR.

“Ssh. There there. I'm right here. Listen to my breathing, my heart, my voice. You can rest easy now, sweetheart.”

Kissing your teary face and letting you rest on their cozy warm chests as they rubbed comforting circles along your back, the combined sensations slowly aided in your sleep, however long or short.

So returning the favor only made sense.

All three Jinwoos suffered from nightmares. Mostly Jinwoo #1. Night terrors were his own sleep struggle throughout this story arc. Especially from dreams of the Double Dungeon. Breaking out in a cold sweat, tossing and turning, whimpering and weeping, before screaming out in awakening, heaving haphazardly, desperately reaching his hands out to you, clinging to you like the lifeline you are. Especially on nights when your other Jins’ are still out due to whatever reason.

Singing a lullaby song you heard from a show that really stuck with you helped a great deal in calming him down. Cradling him in your arms, brushing through those sweat matted bangs, your voice was the angel of music gracing his ears. It's too mesmerizing to ignore.

“You're okay. You're alright. I'll never ever leave your side. I will stay and I will fight with you~”

Unbeknownst to you two, Beru's shadow linked to both versions of his master, Jinwoo #3 swoons over your heavenly voice, smiling like a lovesick fool, Jinho silently hoping they finish work early so his big bro can get back to you, his one and only.

“Please don't leave me. Please stay, Y/n.” Your Jin baby's wish gets granted by your doting, utilizing the same exact methods they use to treat your night troubles.

Jinwoo 2 is less vocal when he wakes up from bad dreams. Yet you feel a sturdy heat envelope around you. His endearing gaze grew the more he stared at your peaceful face, his stare blurring from warm wetness, blinking them back before pecking your forehead. “You're my dream come true~” He whispers lovingly in your ear before cuddling up against your precious self, tears actually shed as you return the hug through your slumber, thoughts of you and only you lulling him into good old dream land.

Now Jinwoo 3 is something else. He usually sits up, lost in thought for a bit, before heading to the kitchen for a mug of water and maybe even preparing some food to keep him busy. And every time, he could feel you arising, finding him, and joining him all so he wouldn't be alone. He'd do the same for you. They all would, absolutely.

You can hear the aching vulnerability trembling with each breath he took as his towering frame draped over you, his shoulders shaking as his hands clawed at your back, your very existence grounding him in the here and now.

“Parts of me will never be the same, not after all I've done … yet you still choose me. How did I ever deserve you, huh?” His nose caresses yours, rocking with you side to side, as his submerging look sunk its hold upon your trembling soul. “Y/n, you truly are something else. My safe haven~”

While having three Jinwoos is indeed a handful, seeing every part of him that make up who he is reminds you of his empathy, sympathy, cleverness, tactfulness, and brilliance.

But you too hope that your three darlings become whole again soon.

And soon enough, at last, your shared prayers were finally heard.

The solution to this dilemma?

Well ...

What do you think~?

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lunee43 · 6 months ago

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More Hermes x eurylochus dynamics

Small head cannon- Hermes lets specific people to see his eyes as a sign of trust.

Eurylochus was originally annoyed by him but learned to grow kinda attached to Hermes and his dumb mouth that never shuts.

Eurylochus rarely flirts so when he does Hermes is quite flustered when he does

#epic the musical #eurylochus #eurylocus epic #eurylochus x hermes #eurylochus epic the musical #crackship #Hermes #hermes epic the musical #Eurylochus harem #reverse manwhore au???#we love eury

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cosmicourple · 4 months ago

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cursed manwhore! A.U called ‘whoreman’.

the whole thing is basically just that instead of Odysseus offering his body / seducing others so that he can get home, Ody’ is just an absolute freak by nature who tries to fucks whoever he wants, just bc he can. (don’t worry, him n Penelope had an agreement ‘bout it :33) also because unfortunately, he is way too ‘appreciative’ to anyone who he deems ‘attractive’.

Eury’ and the Crew know this all to well n are constantly trying to drive away any potential victims of their captain’s said Freakyness, bc those thighs on him are a death sentence, everything is a death sentence srsly run 4 ur lives this man is danger to everyone’s stamina.

Events play out literally exactly the same as canon but now w/ slutty Odysseus exuding horny energy like he’s Primordial! Eros in disguise.

hfhggggg Odysseus’s blinding enthusiasm on getting down dirty is so powerful that even Poseidon n Zeus, two of the most *cough* ‘active’ Gods r just like “wow—“ upon seeing Ody’, still fully clothed, yet somehow giving off some of the strongest ‘fuck me’ vibes known to everyone, doing the Babygirl pose with absolutely NO SHAME & NO HESITATION AS HE LOOKS THEM IN THE EYES LIKE “you down to fuck gorgeous? 😏😏😏”

idk why I thought this 😭

Edit: shout out to @lunaria1 4 the suggestion that Whore! Ody’ sings Britney Spears so while the story still has all the canon songs, there’s now also a bunch of lyric parody vers of Britney Spears songs ]:)))

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deikshen · 2 months ago

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Well, he (user: HeavenlyPillar666) is just a guy who only reads a webnovel out of boredom after his martial arts classes and finds himself unfortunately trapped- the plot is uninteresting in the first instance, the descriptions are long and absurd (SERIOUSLY, FIVE PARAGRAPHS TO DESCRIBE A DAMN PLANT? TEN PARAGRAPHS TO DESCRIBE A MONSTER? More action scenes than dialogue!? Who the hell is that IcedBlueBeast and why the hell does he insist on making everything SO DENSE AND SLOW?), but... one of his characters? DEFINITELY HIS FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THAT HORRIBLE WORLD. HIS MISUNDERSTOOD BLORBO. HIS BELOVED.

In a summary not summarized, a story about two twin brothers who were separated at birth, and both found their way to cultivation world in different ways. Reunited first like disciples and then Peak Lords of different peaks of the same sect, suddenly, the brother who remained with his wealthy family - Shen Yuan - was seen as something of a villain for having had kind and lovely parents, a home and an education, always portrayed as the spoiled rich kid who bought his way into the Sect, while the REAL SCUM VILLAIN ACCORDING TO HEAVENLYPILLAR666, that bitch Shen Jiu who was stolen from his family and raised as a slave and then on the streets, ended with basically a harem of peak lords, fanning himself with his fourth-rate victim role.

And the rest of that pathetic novel it's just... shit full of dramas, betrayal and eternal descriptions being an ode to finding the hundreds of ways in which Shen Yuan's inherent kindness was misinterpreted as manipulation, judged and accused of wanting to do something bad just because he comes from a rich and well-off background.

And how it should be fair after all that gaslighting and psychological torture, Shen Yuan finally agree with them!

Crack under the pressure and the mistreatment of everyone, he just decide that if everyone thought he was a villain, then he was one!!

Allying with the demons first as an informant spy and then rising to power among the court, he ended up being something like a emperor-demonic cultivator eager for revenge and proving that no matter where he came from, he would show them what he was capable of! If the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect believed that a powerful cultivator was only forged through hard work and suffering, look at him now!

So all that good revenge plot would go to shit with Shen Yuan start to fucking monsters in scenes that were almost fade to black despite the deep descriptions and CHEMISTRY between the passionate Shen Yuan and the mythical creatures to have more power for the revenge that never seemed to come... To end with a completely unsatisfying shitty ending in which Shen Yuan gave up his revenge for filial love and the power of forgiveness, giving his own life to save his fucking damnit brother's life!

Where was the cruel revenge?! The taking over of the world?! HeavenlyPillar666 is RAGING, more than anyone else in all those damn comments!! Dumbfuck author, dumbfuck novel!!!!!

...

Yea, the user HeavenlyPillar666 shouldn't have said that while choking on his damn glass of water. It's not that he thinks he could die by drowning in a glass of water, LITERALLY. That's ridiculous. It's the height of ridiculousness.

But now he is dead, and he has transmigrated into one of Shen Yuan's less filial disciples who would ultimately be the person who would hurt him the most when he turned his back on him, after having been practically raised and adored by Shen Yuan, this damn disciple who always treating his Shizun with contempt and disdain knowing his invented reputation, but despite that, he was so dear to Shen Yuan who more than once was capable of putting himself at risk for him...

No, nothing like that!! No more of that trash!!! Shen Yuan deserves MORE, and the one who now is Luo Binghe is going to make sure Shen Yuan has all of it. A happy ending, a filial disciple, someone to count on, someone to stand up for him when no one else will. Someone by his side when he decides to destroy the cultivation world, someone to HELP HIM DO IT AND GET REVENGE ON ALL THOSE ASSHOLES SONS OF A B-

If only that fucking System would stop yelling at him for being OOC. Luo Binghe already knows!!! Fuck you System!! He's not going to respond that rudely to his Shizun, he is a beautiful little sun, what's wrong with you!?

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lovzwoni · 10 months ago

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velle's reccos list #5

(enhypen smut ver) 18+!!

multimember 𐙚 ⋆˚｡⋆

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི young, dumb, and full of... | hyung line by @drunkhazed

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི they call her nasty | hyung line by @chlorinecake

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི soaked | hyung line by @i2sunric

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི rosebud | jayhoon by @stillmonsterz

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི pent up | heehoon by @moon7jay

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི paid in & paid off | jayke by @simpjaes

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི gods & monsters | heehoon by @drunkhazed

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lee heeseung (이희승) 𐙚 ⋆˚｡⋆

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ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི conflict of interest by @jaylaxies

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི be with her tonight by @stillmonsterz

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི wanna make a movie? by @luvyeni

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི playtime by @hees-mine

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ambriolett02 · 2 months ago

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On a hiatus for a month from today since I have some stuff going on, but I’m posting all the current chapters for my fanfiction from AO3 here for anyone who enjoys some Sans/Reader and Papyrus/Reader content. ^^

The Skeletons’ Castle

Rated Explicit

Current word count: 56,667

Heavy on the angst and hurt!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 12

Reader is an exhausted retail worker with nothing in life to look forward to but finishing her shifts daily, coming home, and playing her new RPG VR dating sims game called The Skeletons’ Castle.

She knew she was probably weird for preferring a monster romance simulator over the ones with the usual ‘hot’ anime male options, but it had just the perfect amount of horror and mature themes she was looking for.

One particularly hard day in her life, reader turns to her game to escape, this time restarting a save file after a particularly brutal ending that leaves her disappointed. What she doesn’t realize, is this is her last and final play through, because she gets transported into the game as a random side character, not even as the main character! And now she can’t exit!

How will she survive this intense game, or rather, her new reality?

Currently working on a cover photo. 🫶🏻

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celestiall0tus · 11 months ago

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Rapture - Chapter 1 - Not Prepared

A knock came from the door. A pair of tiny creatures with small bodies and large heads raised their heads. They watched the door as it opened and the handmaiden, Rose, stepped into the room. She smiled and waved at the creatures before she threw back the curtains and let in the early morning light.

“Rise and shine, your Majesty!” Rose sang.

Rose threw open more curtains as the sun’s rays hit Marinette’s face. Marinette groaned and pulled her blanket over her face. Rose giggled and ripped the blanket off of Marinette.

“Now, now, your Majesty, you mustn’t go back to sleep. Today is a very important day. Surely you haven’t forgotten, have you?”

Marinette huffed and yawned. “Of course not. What… what day is it?”

“What other day, your Majesty? The Diamond Gala starts today.”

Marinette sighed and rolled back over. “Ah, yes. The Diamond Gala.”

Rose stood and waited a few seconds before Marinette sat up with a frantic expression.

“Oh no! It’s the Diamond Gala!”

Marinette scrambled and fell off her bed as she fought to get to her feet. She ran around the room while Rose made up her bed, then headed into the bathroom. She ran from bookcase to bookcase as she collected a stack of books. She dumped them onto her desk and disturbed the creatures. They flew up as she took a seat and scoured them.

“Marinette, what are you doing?” Gimmi, the creature with a white body and cicada wings, asked.

“Studying. I have only a few hours, if that, before the bulk of the nobles arrive. Then, even fewer hours before I’m presented before them. Then I’ll be expected to mingle with them,” Marinette blurted.

“But you’ve mingled with nobles before. This isn’t that different,” Vana, the creature with a colorful chameleon body, commented.

“But it is different! I won’t just be mingling. I’ll be courting! I’ve got to flirt and… and other stuff! And I’m not ready!”

“Oh, come now, it’s not that hard. It’s just like talking,” Gimmi reassured.

“No, it’s not. At least, not according to all my books,” Marinette whined.

“Marinette, those are trashy romance novels made for cheap arousal,” Gimmi commented.

Marinette gasped and hugged a book. “How dare you! These are works of art.”

“Yeah, I’m not dealing with this. Vana, she’s all yours,” Gimmi remarked and vanished.

“Oh, Vana, what am I going to do? I’m not ready. I need more time. I need more books. Rose, sweetie?”

“Now, hold on. You’ve read plenty of these books. You have an idea of how courting works, right?”

“Well, I guess?”

“And you’ve been educated on how this works from Sabine, right?”

“I mean, sorta.”

“That’s all you need. Besides, you also have us. You have nothing to worry about.”

Rose poked her head out of the bathroom. “And me! Don’t forget me! Oh, and your bath is ready, your Majesty.”

“Go on. Relax and then we’ll go meet with Sabine.”

Marinette nodded and stepped into the bathroom. Rose undressed Marinette and left the room as Marinette stepped into the bath. She washed herself with the oils and gels that Rose selected. She smiled as she took a deep breath and inhaled the intoxicating scent of roses, jasmine, and vanilla. She sighed and reveled in them. She lounged as she played with the bubbles and thought of the day ahead of her.

Marinette would be participating in her first Diamond Gala. She had seen others and participated in few others, but this one would be different. She had seen twenty-one summers and was of age. It was time for her to find her royal consort and prepare to take over the empire. It was her duty as all others before. A duty she embraced, but she feared what was to come at the Diamond Gala.

Given Marinette’s inclusion and purpose, the Diamond Gala this year would be a month-long affair instead of the usual week. All eyes would be on her as every noble from the kings and queen to the barons and baronesses would do everything to win her approval and her heart. If this gala were like all the others, she’d be eager to participate. It was the highlight of the year for her. To meet the nobles from far and wide. To learn from them personally about their kingdoms, customs, everything. It was something she could never get from her books, and she loved it. However, with her needing to choose a consort, everything would be different.

Marinette took a sharp breath as she fought the oncoming nerves and thoughts. She could just enjoy a simple conversation and tea with a noble. Every move, every word, every action would have a motive to it. She would be the jewel to every power hungry noble her mother, Sabine, had warned her to watch out for. Sabine taught her what to look out for, but what if there was something she missed? What if there was something that Sabine didn’t know? Would she fall victim to such a noble? Would she be played for a fool?

Marinette’s mind spiraled and her heart pounded. Each new breath came harder as she envisioned ravenous snakes and wolves that nipped at her heels, all too eager to devour her. She brought her knees to her chest as she vividly imagined every possible trick they’d use to fool and deceive her. She took deep, hallow breaths as the snakes and wolves closed in on her, lost in inescapable darkness.

“Rose!” Marinette screeched.

Rose burst into the room and up to Marinette. “What’s wrong? Allergic reaction? I told the Queen those oils would be bad for you! Let me get the good ones.”

“Rose, what am I going to do? The gala starts today! The nobles will be here today! And they’ll all want me. Oh, what if I make a mistake? What if one plays me for a fool? What will I do? I’m not ready for this.”

“Oh, well, uh, oh! Just look for the ones in your books.”

“My books?”

“That��s right. The dashing, charming, and super attentive women that would worship the ground you walk on.”

“And men.”

“What?”

“Women and men. Actually, thinking on that, shouldn’t I choose a male consort? I’d need to produce an heir and-.”

Marinette stopped mid-sentence as she paled. Rose opened her mouth but was cut off by Marinette.

“Rose! What if the nobles want to… to… you know… with me? Mom said it’d be ok, and I’d be protected from unintended consequences, but am I ready? Every book I’ve read has ended with such a momentous act, but have I read enough to know what to do? What if I forget? What if I make a fool of myself? I’ll be the laughingstock of all the courts!”

“Your Majesty, please, you’re working yourself up. Try to relax and not worry about it.”

“How? It’s in a few hours and then I’ll be thrown to the wolves!”

“No, you won’t.”

“I won’t? What do you mean?”

“You’ll have me, Mari. You know you’ll always have me at your side. Only death can take me away, but even I doubt death can keep me from you.”

Marinette smiled. “You’ll be there? You’ll keep me safe?”

“I always have, Mari. No one has ever or will ever harm you so long as I’m here. And I’ll always be here.”

“What would I do without you, Rose?”

“You’ll never have to worry about that. Now, let’s get you ready. I have your gown selected and everything.”

Marinette nodded and got out. Rose dried Marinette off and got her dressed. Marinette and Rose headed towards Sabine and Tom’s sitting room with Gimmi and Vana. They all stepped inside with Marinette, Gimmi, and Vana approached Sabine and Tom while Rose stayed at the door.

“Oh, look at you. All grown up. My darling girl,” Sabine said.

“How you feeling, kiddo?” Tom asked.

“Nervous. Very nervous,” Marinette answered.

“Well, we have the first day all planned out. We’ll do a quick introduction in the throne room, present you, and have you escorted to the private gardens. We had Vana and Gimmi set up a nice little area for you and some of the other nobility to mingle. You know, give you a chance to see what’s available,” Sabine explained.

“I… I won’t be alone, will I?”

“Not at all. You’ll have Rose with you. She’s-.”

“But not just Rose. Your old man managed to get you a little extra security. Vana, Gimmi, bring her in,” Tom interrupted.

“Tom, I thought we-.”

Gimmi and Vana opened a portal that cut off Sabine. They all watched as a short woman with wild, spiked red hair and bright, pale blue armor stepped through. The knight flashed a smile and fell to her knees in a bow.

“Pleased to make the acquaintance of the royal family. I am Ser Alix, at your service.”

Marinette’s eyes widened as she grinned. “Ser Alix? As in the Ser Alix? The wandering knight known across the realm for their valiant, selfless deeds that have saved countless people?”

Alix rose and winked. “The very same, your Grace.”

Marinette squealed. “You must have so many stories from all your travels. You must tell them to me. I want to hear all about your glorious deeds.”

“It would be my honor.”

“Oh, excellent! I’ve heard many things, but it’ll be amazing to-.”

Sabine cleared her throat, interrupting Marinette. “This can wait until after, Marinette. First, business.”

Marinette nodded and stood up. Sabine called on Gimmi and Vana. The pair phased into light and vanished into Sabine. Marinette watched Sabine’s hair bloom into a prismatic mane, two additional sets of eyes open, and an ethereal, prismatic tail flowed behind her. Sabine held out her hands and created a white circlet with an angelic glow. Sabine placed it on Marinette’s head.

“This will keep you safe for the event. No poison shall fall you, no blade shall pierce you, and no bastards.”

Marinette’s face flushed as she looked away. She glanced back as Vana and Gimmi left Sabine who reverted to normal.

“Alright, the nobles will have gathered in the throne room by now. Are you ready to be introduced?” Sabine asked.

“As ready as I can be,” Marinette answered.

Sabine smiled and cupped Marinette’s cheek. “You’ll do well, my darling girl. Never forget what I’ve taught you. And always trust your heart.”

“I will. I won’t let you do.”

“You never have.”

Marinette beamed and kissed Sabine’s cheek, who returned the gesture.

“Come. The nobles await us.”

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ren-054 · 5 months ago

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OHSHC self insert au fic art in 2024??? damn

I wrote the AU nearly 3 years ago and it’s just been sitting in my notes, so I thought it’d be fun to visualize some of the scenes aksnsk

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ktwritesstuff · 1 year ago

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Shameless self-reblog as I struggle in the throws of sickness to bring this one back. 😭😭😭

Nothing Else Matters (a Triple Frontier shifters AU) Chapter 5

Title: Nothing Else Matters Fandom: Triple Frontier Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Reader x Triple Frontier Boys reverse harem style Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: Things with Santiago reach their boiling point.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 (below cut)

Content Notes: rough sex, a little d/s with shifter dynamics, etc.

Chapter Five

After three days, Will’s fever finally broke. Arrangements were made to have Tom’s remains cremated and returned to the states. And then there was the matter of the money: five million and change. Split five ways it wasn’t enough to live on even if you spent the rest of your days as misers. To hear that Santiago’s woman got two million of her own left you seething, but still you put on your best dress and got Luna ready to go to the bank with the others to finish the paperwork.

You sat at the back of the room as the accountant explained the processes and fees. Luna cooed and babbled, excited by the novelty of being out of the house for the first time in weeks. At just over seven months of age, she had a few word-like sounds in her lexicon, like ba-ba and da-da, but you were still waiting in eager anticipation for those bona fide first words.

When the time came to sign the contracts, Will asked for his share of the money to be included in the trust for Redfly’s family. You don’t know what you were expecting. Will saw himself as the noble warrior, doing right by his fallen comrade, but still your eyes went dark. Of course, Benny followed his brother’s lead, signing away his share of the money as well.

You rose from your seat, approaching the table to stand beside Frankie, balancing his child on your hip as you leered down at him. He pointedly refused to meet your gaze as he crumpled up his set of paperwork before scrawling his name on the family trust documents. Luna could tell you were upset, pulling at the neck of your dress to try to get to your breasts. You pried her hands away and she whined loudly in protest.

“Are you serious right now?” you moved in front of Frankie as he made his way to the door.

“Don’t,” Frankie warned, stepping around you.

You let him go, returning your attention to Santiago.

“I hope you’re happy,” you said, looking down at him. “You destroyed our lives.”

At the end of the table the accountant cleared her throat, as if reminding you of her presence would persuade you to reconsider the awkward exchange.

If Ironhead were there, he would have torn you a new asshole for challenging Pope in front of an outsider. Whatever disagreement you had with Santiago was pack business.

“Shame on you,” you snapped.

You stormed out of the bank, buckling Luna into her carseat in enraged silence. Frankie started the car and you rode back to the safehouse in the same heavy quiet. You regretted that Frankie was hurting, but you didn’t worry about him. He would come around, he always did. It was Catfish’s nature to blow up then calm down. Things would return to normal until the next cataclysmic event.

More pressing was your realization that Santiago was intent on leaving. Soon. That was the only reason he would insist on imploding your relationship with Frankie before Redfly was even in the ground. He wanted it out in the open before he rendezvoused with his human and her millions.

Parking the car, Frankie tried to come around to take Luna out of the back seat, but you snarled at him, forcing yourself between him and the car door. He backed down, trudging up to the house after the others without another word.

“Come here, baby,” you said, unbuckling Luna and lifting her out of her carseat. “It’s just you and me against the world, isn’t it.”

You felt like your family was falling apart before your eyes. Santiago would leave again, and then what? Will and Benny would be useless without someone to give the orders. Frankie would backslide, God forbid relapse. If Santiago thought he could just implode your family over out of stubborn self-righteousness and disappear back into the desert, he had another thing coming.

You put one hand on Luna’s head and pressed your nose into her baby-fine hair, soothing yourself with her sweet milk and powder smell.

In the house, the boys lingered quietly in the front kitchen, as though the gravity of the past weeks had finally set in. Tom was gone and so was the money. Sooner or later, in all likelihood, some very bad men were going to come looking for it. The person you usually counted on to figure these things out was dead and now there was nothing left but to forge ahead without him.

“Congratulations, boys,” you announced bitterly. “You should all be very proud of yourselves.”

“We got Lorea,” Santiago said, leaning heavily on one of the kitchen chairs.

“Of course,” you mocked. “After years of training, the best shifters in the world managed to achieve their ultimate goal: killing one guy. And let’s not forget the consolation prize, a measly five million dollars.”

“It’s enough to take care of Tom’s girls,” Benny said.

“I am so sick of hearing about Tom’s daughters,” you said. “Hell, even Santiago’s whore got her cut!”

You paced the room in agitation.

“What about my daughter? Who’s looking after her future? Certainly not her deadbeat father—can’t even be trusted to do the one thing he’s good at.”

It was a cruel thing to say, too cruel, and you knew it. Frankie shook his head, but said nothing. It wasn’t him you were trying to provoke anyway.

“You need to remember your place,” Santiago warned you.

“So do you!”

If it were possible, Santiago’s eyes grew darker.

“Frankie, take the baby,” he said coldly.

Frankie looked between you nervously.

“Pope, don’t hurt her,” he said.

You were almost touched; after everything you had said and done, he was worried about you.

“Take the baby,” Santiago ordered, already stripping off his clothes.

You scoffed, handing Luna over to her father.

“Oh please,” you said, turning to face Santiago, you could feel the pressure building in your head as your eyes flashed amber. “I’m not afraid of him–two bad knees and a spinal fusion. Go ahead, if you still have it in you–”

Pope hit you like a freight train, but with Ginger roiling so close to the surface, you had shifted before you hit the ground. In truth, it wasn’t much of a fight. Just enough to keep up appearances. Everyone already knew how it would end. You hadn’t given Santiago much choice. You had openly defied him in front of the pack. It was either mark you or kill you and Pope wasn’t so cruel as to do that to Frankie and Luna.

Ginger submitted as Pope’s jaws clamped down on your shoulder, a careful strike, missing the tender vein in your neck by centimeters. You cried out, shifting back, Pope naked on top of you. He grabbed you by the hair, dragging you toward the bedroom, the others watching in anxious silence as he slammed the door behind you.

Santiago threw you onto the bed, climbing over you. You panted hard, struggling to push yourself up.

“Turn over,” he growled, grabbing you by the waist to flip you onto your back. “You’re going to look at me.”

He pinned both your hands over your head with one of his, taking no time at all to stroke himself to hardness with the other. You shivered in anticipation.

“If you’re going to act like a bitch, I’ll treat you like a bitch.”

Santiago pressed into you all at once without hesitation or preamble. Big enough that you felt yourself tear and whimpered at the stab of pain.

“Is this what you want?” Santiago growled. “You want me to take you like a fucking whore?”

Santiago placed one hand over your throat, fingertips squeezing with expert precision. He barely withdrew from you, just stabbed deeper in. The pain didn’t last, hormones raging, the need to submit to your alpha overriding every other instinct. You moaned, back arching, womb clenching with need.

Santiago’s hands began to roam, groping the soft give of your belly, squeezing your thigh hard enough to bruise. You moved to hold his face–his dark curls plastered to his forehead with exertion–but he caught your hands and pinned them back on the mattress.

“No.”

He lowered his face to yours, snarling with fangs bared, but all the hostility was out of him now, replaced by hunger, desire, yearning. He nuzzled against your face, interlacing his fingers with yours as he rutted into you. The sick squelching of your eager, creaming pussy barely audible over the blood rushing in your ears.

“Take it,” Santiago growled, head bowed toward your breasts. “Take it all. Or I’ll eat you up.”

A lewd sound escaped your lips as he pinched and pulled your nipples to swollen points. The animalic scent of your combined arousal pierced by creamy sweetness as your breasts began to leak.

Santiago took your breasts in his hands, squeezing hard, milk spilling between his fingers.

“Mine,” he proclaimed, the word a barely intelligible snarl. “These are mine. You’re mine.”

You whimpered, squeezing your eyes closed as he sank his teeth into the flesh of your left breast, sealing his mouth over the sensitive nipple, drinking from you as his pelvis ground into the soft pad of your mound, his back arching.

Santiago was too lost in his own desire to protest as you moved again. Sliding one hand down his back, drawing him toward you as the snug muscles of your inner walls tightened around him with your climax. As you moaned, he caught your mouth in a harsh, possessive kiss, his lips still tasting of milk and blood.

Santiago shuddered with his release, the hard pulse of semen filling you up as the head of his cock swelled inside your already impossibly stretched pussy. You cried out, quivering with relief as spurt after spurt of hot cum surged against the mouth of your womb.

Santiago relaxed into you as he finally emptied himself inside you. He had never been like this with you before: forceful, demanding. But somehow you knew, he had always had it in him. You felt a sudden pang of gratitude that he had finally let down his guard for you.

“Thank you, Alpha,” you murmured, combing your fingers through his hair as he rested his head between your breasts. “Thank you.”

Pope slept for close to an hour as you rested beneath him, enjoying the pleasant surge endorphins. He stirred slowly, his weight shifting over you as he eased himself out from under the covers. His eyes fell on the dried bloodstains on the sheets twisted between your legs.

“I hurt you,” he said quietly.

You hummed softly, sitting up in bed.

“I earned it.”

“I shouldn’t have lost my temper,” Santiago said.

He went to your medkit on the dresser, cracking open an instant ice pack to tuck between your legs. The cold felt nice against your swollen heat.

He doused a clean gauze pad in antiseptic wash and brushed the hair away from your neck to blot at the bite mark on your shoulder, although it had long-since stopped bleeding.

“It doesn’t hurt,” you assured him, your eyes cast down in submission.

“What do you need?” Santiago fretted, the gravity of what he had done sinking in.

Not even Redfly had dared to give you a claim mark–a scar that could been a death blow–a sign for all to see that you were alive by his grace alone. To abandon you after that would be considered a cardinal sin among wolves, and above all else, Santiago needed to see himself as the hero.

“Water would be lovely,” you cleared your throat. “Please, Alpha.”

Santiago poured you a glass from the pitcher on the dresser and waited patiently at the bedside while you drank to take the glass from you when you were finished.

“What else?” he asked.

“Luna needs to be fed soon,” you said.

“Of course. I'll bring her to you,” Santiago agreed, sticking his head out the bedroom door where the others were still gathered in your laughably small living area, pretending they hadn’t heard what had just gone on behind closed doors.

“Fish, Ginger needs to nurse the baby. I can take her.”

“No, I got it,” Frankie insisted, pushing past Santiago in the doorway with Luna in his arms.

Santiago arranged the pillows comfortably around you, placing the densest one in your lap to support the baby. You brought Luna to your breast and she latch eagerly.

“She’s got a good appetite,” Santiago remarked, stroking her little foot.

“We haven’t had any problems,” you agreed. “It’s been a blessing.”

It had been a hard birth–complicated somewhat by your insistence on laboring at home–everything after had seemed like smooth sailing in comparison.

“Are you hungry?” Santiago asked. “I can bring you something.”

“There’s leftover soup in the fridge,” you said. “It just needs to be heated up.”

“I’ll get it ready,” Santiago agreed.

As Santiago rushed off, Frankie paced the room anxiously.

“Please try to relax,” you said, supporting Luna with one arm as you beckoned him to you with the other. “You’re making me nervous. Just sit down.”

“Sit down,” he repeated, lifting his cap to tousle his hair before replacing it, slightly off-kilter. “Where my best friend just fucked the mother of my child?”

“Don’t say it like that,” you said. “You make it sound obscene.”

“How do you want me to say it?” Frankie asked.

“Come here,” you pleaded. “Just come here.”

Frankie took a careful seat on the bed beside you, placing a hand on Luna’s head as you took his chin in your hand.

“I love you, Francisco,” you said. “I chose you. And I chose Pope. You knew that it was never going to be just one. It doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“I know,” Frankie sighed, his large dark eyes wet and shining. “I just wish you hadn’t done that.”

As much as you assured him that you didn’t care if he took other partners, that you wanted him to explore those parts of himself, Frankie insisted he only wanted you. You suspected he was still holding out hope that you would marry him one day, but now that hope was marred by knowing he could only have you if Pope allowed it.

“I did what I had to do,” you said. “He was going to leave us. I wasn’t going to stand back and let it happen. I’m sorry you’re upset, but I won’t be held hostage by shitty ultimatums. I love you.”

“I know,” Frankie nodded, placing one hand on the back of your neck, bowing his head toward yours. “I love you, too.”

Santiago returned, a warm bowl in hand, and took a seat on the other side of you to offer you spoonfuls of barley and broth.

“You’ll have to tell me if it’s warm enough,” he said.

“It’s good,” you nodded wrapping your lips around the spoon to mask your smile. “Is there enough for the others?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Santiago assured you. “You just rest. I can take the baby for a bit, if you need a break.”

“I’m fine,” Frankie said, leaning into you possessively.

“Fish,” you warned, touching his face lightly. “Let Santi help. You could use a few solid hours of shuteye. These bags are out of control.”

“Then it’s settled,” Santiago agreed, setting your dishes aside. “I will spend some quality time with my beautiful goddaughter and you two will get some sleep.”

Santiago lifted Luna from your arms, her body pliant and relaxed in her milk-drunk state, as he lifted her to his shoulder to rub her back soothingly.

“Sleep,” Santiago repeated, uncharacteristically light-hearted as he carried Luna from the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“You need to undress,” you instructed, reaching for the buttons on Frankie’s shirt.

“It smells like blood,” he protested, reaching to stop your hands.

You pulled him closer, stroking his face and combing your fingers through his hair. Frankie whimpered like a frightened pup, fists balled and muscles taught.

“It’s fine, Frankie, you’re exhausted. Just lay down.”

None of the boys had truly recovered from their misadventure, and while Will was still healing from physical wounds, Frankie hadn’t had much opportunity to recover from the psychological trauma between waking up for late-night feedings and diaper changes.

“Luna is safe. I am safe. Relax.”

It took some cajoling, but you finally convinced Frankie to take off his clothes and settle down beside you in bed. He climbed under the covers and turned onto his side. Certainly the sheets could use a good wash, but that could wait until after some much-needed sleep. You rolled over to press your front against his back, hitching your top leg over his hip and drawing him close.

“This is nice,” you reminded him, slinking an arm around him, resting your hand on his chest. He entwined his fingers with yours and nodded.

You breathed slowly, consciously, your breasts pressing into his back and soon you felt his breath grow deeper and more even, the wings of his heart pressing back into you with each rise and fall.

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Are you still active on your patreon?

Also would love to request more Harem/Reverse Harem au plots with themes like marriage and/or crime syndicates.

Person A is a member of a crime syndicate who works as a spy and is now tasked with going undercover and entering the polygamous/harem/open relationship of a very rich player, Person B. Person B is a high up official/family member of an enemy/rival crime syndicate. Person A’s mission is to join Person B’s squad of romantic partners who all share Person B and are all given special permissions to be close to Person B and access various restricted areas within Person B’s home. What Person A wasn’t expecting was for all the other people dating Person B, some of which who were originally just monogamous to Person B, to start falling for Person A as well. Person A was trying to fly under the radar and blend with the crowd, and now they’ve made everyone dating Person B love them and Person B loves them too, and wants to marry Person A since all their other partners love Person A.

Person A is a member of a crime syndicate who works as a spy and is now tasked with going undercover and entering the polygamous/harem/open relationship of a very rich player, Person B. Person B is a high up official/family member of an enemy/rival crime syndicate. Person A’s mission is to join Person B’s collection of romantic partners who all share Person B and are all given special permissions to be close to Person B and access various restricted areas within Person B’s home. What Person A wasn’t expecting was for all the other people dating Person B, some of which who were originally just monogamous to Person B, to start falling for Person A as well. Now Person B is irritated because Person A is stealing their partners and not getting the attention Person B thrives on, but Person A wants nothing less than the spotlight that all this romantic attraction is putting on them.

Person A is a member of a crime syndicate who is currently facing a potential power vacuum as the head of the organization is getting very old. The head decides to hold a competition where they will take all their candidates and make them share a living space/mansion together and compete in various team and solo challenges, and whoever gets the most points by the end will be left as the new head of the organization. Person A expects everyone to be incredibly competitive, but Person A got as far as they did by being naturally friendly and charimastic. A little too charismatic, they realize, as their competitors start to get sidetracked from the goal of becoming the next head and are instead all trying to woo Person A to be their lover. Person A manages to win due to everyone wanting to suck up to them, but at the end, all their competitors are demanding Person A choose one of them to be their spouse, to help protect them as the new head of the crime organization.

Person A is the child of a the current head of a crime syndicate, but their parent is getting on in age and since Person A has been strongly opposed to being named their heir, their parent decides to hold a competition where they will take all their candidates and make them share a living space/mansion together and compete in various team and solo challenges, and whoever gets the most points by the end will be left as the new head of the organization. Person A will be the overseer of the competition, to make sure everyone is being fair and no one is cheating and to explain the challenges and count the scoring, etc. But as the competition goes on, the various competitors start to get sidetracked from the goal of becoming the next head and are instead all trying to woo Person A to be their lover. Person A doesn’t want to marry whoever is going to be the next crime head, but when they let the competitors know that, they start sabotaging themselves to avoid becoming the head - because they all want to date/marry Person A more than they want to be the next head of the crime syndicate.

Person A is the heir to a crime syndicate who gets kidnapped and brought to an island where they will be held hostage, albeit in comfort, and negotiated back to their family to stop a drawn out war between Person A’s family’s crime syndicate and the one that kidnapped them. Person B is the current head of the crime syndicate that kidnapped them and is treating Person A very well, and Person C+ are their trusted underlings who are helping care for Person A. While the negotiation process drags on, Person B and Person C+ are all starting to feel romantic/sexual tension with Person A.

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