#transformers harem au

[smallestapplin]

Mmhmm the Harem is back and am aughhhhh ok Decepticons turn next on how far can they make reader squirt

Honestly who doesn’t want a harem of cybertronians, all desperate to mark you and make you theirs? Each trying to one up the other can cause conflict, but it certainly gets taken out on your pussy.

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You are simply fascinating, addicting even, every new thing they learn of you and your body certainly sends the ship into a feeding frenzy. You lost your mind ages ago, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cry out Megatron’s name, his spike is too much, yet he is on a mission to make you squirt again and again.

Your pussy can only handle so much, and yet you know the audience around you isn’t very patient. You can already hear the Impatient movements from your beloved Seekers, yet they are your most spoiled, second only to Megatron.

“You make quite the pretty mess. Taking spike like it’s what you were made for.”

It’s agonizing, it hurts so good, he’s still far too big for your human body yet that stops him none. The warlord wants nothing more than to feel your organic valve clench around him- yes yes, just like that! Squeezing him so tightly, milking his spike of hsi transfluid.

And for your patheic consorts around to know just who gets your valve so sloppy and gushing. You whine pitifully as Megatron pulls you off his spike, letting his spent drip from your well loved hole, making such a mess. In an act usually reserved for private, he gently takes his thumb and wipes some sweat from your face, chuckling as you melt into him.

“You’re hogging them mo-“ starscream’s loud complaining was swiftly cut short but Skywarp and Thundercracker, slamming servos over his intake

“Shh!”

“Shut up or we’ll have to wait longer!”

Such a devious idea indeed.

“Shockwave, Soundwave, I shall allow you two a turn, I don’t care how you choose.”

Megatron’s announcement leaves the seekers grumbling and cursing starscream in Cybertronian which you can barely understand, not that you have time when a very excited Soundwave is taking you from your Conjunx. You try to adjust to being lifted in the air, only to feel Shockwave stand behind you.

Even mass displaced the two are still much, much bigger than you.

“I say we run an experiment, how much can you take?”

You whimper at the mere thought as Soundwave slowly pushing his already throbbing spike into you, recording your sweet whine. You’re already so sensitive from Megatron’s use, you didn’t even know you could squirt much less that many times! But the entire ship seems destine to break your pussy in.

Feeling Shockwave’s heavy spike against your back, you prepare and ready yourself from the prep he’s going to give your ass, just as you can faintly hear Megatron take a call, you can’t make out the voices too well, perhaps a feminine one and a few masculine ones.

“Don’t break them too much, I’ve missed our little human.”

Soundwave groans, his helm tilting back as you clench around him, seems hearing Arachnia’s words got you needy once more.

If Shockwave could hurry up he could please you, make you overload more and more, record you up close and watch your pretty human valve cream on his spike, to see you squirt.

He needs it.

Hell, the entire decepticon crew seems to need it, and yet he doesn’t feel bad about dozens missing this cause they were sent out on missions, it gives him more time with you, and more time to rub it in each of their face plates.

[fisheito]

When all your housepets are biters

[butterflylullaby-lie]

SECOND POLL HAS FINISHED ☺️ Thank you everyone who voted!!!

Overall Winner is Soundwave, with the runner up being Bumblebee! This means that they both will be added to the harem, while Sunstorm (my poor boy you had a good run) is out of the run entirely!

The next poll will be put out tomorrow so if you want another character let me know, otherwise the poll will be put out tomorrow morning!

Also I keep accidentally clicking the poll before it’s done, but I try not to look at it so I’m not voting for shockwave on purpose I swear lol

[pharmaforpresident]

@keferon please accept my humble, yet messy offering. When the au so good you have to bring in your oc 🙏 praying you don’t mind.

Raccoon and Hot Rod in the tf mecha universe would 100% be besties do not tell me otherwise lol just wait till Roddy learns that Devestator is six robots in one.

[flowersdiceandlove]

Svsss au where Shen Qingqiu’s female. Shen Yuan is still male though. When he transmigrates into SQQ he freaks out not only because he’s the scum villain but also because he’s a girl now. Where is his dick?!? Airplane, you hack, give me my dick back!!!

LBH’s still a guy and everyone else is the same gender too. It’s just SQQ that has the genderbend. And Shen Qingqiu stews over the fact that not only is he a scum villain and a girl, he's the only woman in PIDW that actually gets a bad end and not just tossed into the harem because Shen Qingqiu was just that bad of a scum villain that not even Luo Binghe, stallion protagonist, husband of hundreds of wives, wants to seduce and papapa her into submission like he did with so many other villainess beauties. And it's not the beauty that's the problem. Shen Qingqiu is beautiful. Like an immortal fairy descended from misty peaks to grace the mortal world. Just the type to fit into the harem. So, it really is a testament to how much Luo Binghe hated her that he tortured and killed her instead.

During the three years of LBH in the abyss, SQQ finds a plant or smth that can turn him into a man. So he eats it or whatever. Then, bam. Male Shen Qingqiu.

Fast forward to Jinlan City and Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe meeting again. Luo Binghe freezes and his eyes rack up and down Shen Qingqiu’s form, over his face and repeating the process a few times before stuttering out a very choked and strangled “Sh—Shizun?” Because just did Shen Qingqiu get hotter as a man?!?! (He didn’t but Luo Binghe didn’t know about his transformation and going through the shock of it and a gay panic at the same time. And they’re really close together so he can see all the small changes that are making Shen Qingqiu more masculine instead of feminine.)

“Luo Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu replies, flicking his fan open, his voice cool and even. And Luo Binghe chokes, wheezing out a breath at hearing not only Shen Qingqiu’s deeper, masculine voice for the first time, but that voice saying his name. Send help, this boy is not doing well.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times, struggling for something, anything to say.

"Uh..Um.. Sh-Shizun looks...nice," he eventually says, feeling like an absolute idiot! Of course, Shizun looks nice!!

"...As does Luo Binghe," Shen Qingqiu replies, feeling out of depth because Binghe is two years yearly, and why is he acting so weird? Shen Qingqiu's trying to find Luo Binghe's angle for this weird behavior. Is he playing the traumatized victim of the scum villain teacher? But, if he is, this behavior doesn't seem quite right for it... "Binghe has certainly grown more into himself," he decides to add. More compliments can't be bad, right?

And Luo Binghe's brain short circuits again because Shizun just said he looked nice!!

He lets out a high pitched squeak. Shen Qingqiu is horrified, wondering what is wrong with Luo Binghe. Why is his face so red? And his eyes are shifting around erratically, not focussing on anything. (Luo Binghe can't keep his eyes on Shen Qingqiu--he's to handsome to look at--but also can't look away from him. Seriously, he is struggling bad. Gay Panic: 3, Luo Binghe: 0)

Seeing Luo Binghe continue to look bright red, act weird, and his face look kinda contorted honestly, is making Shen Qingqiu worried about him and his eyes land on Xin Mo. Ah. Xin Mo must be affecting him!! Shen Qingqiu thinks, and calms some at knowing what's wrong. Then that calm is replaced by panic, because Luo Binghe effected by Xin Mo is never a good thing. See, Binghe! This is what happens when you rush your leveling up arc!!

Without thinking, Shen Qingqiu steps forward and lifts his hand to feel Binghe's forehead. Just as he thought. Binghe's burning up. Shen Qingqiu frowns and hums. Luo Binghe goes a bit cross-eyed and his face heats up even more at Shizun touching him. He get's a bit dizzy from it and sways on his feet. Shen Qingqiu's eyes widen at this and reaches his hands out to gab at Luo Binghe's upper arms, stabilizing him. At this, Luo Binghe lets out a high and quite whine in the back of his throat. Shen Qingqiu is very worried now.

Keeping Luo Binghe supported in his grasp, he looks around at the gathered Huan Hua Palace disciples, wondering why one of the girls here isn't rushing to help Binghe. That's what you're here for!! he thinks scowling, then barks out orders at them to find a room for Binghe to lie down in. While they don't really want to take orders from him, they do and find a room. In Shen Qingqiu's ordering, he calls LBH "Binghe" not "Luo Binghe" and it's not helping Luo Binghe regain brain functions.

"Come on, Binghe," Shen Qingqiu whispers to him, ushering him towards the room, "right this way. Can you walk or do you need this master to carry you?" Luo Binghe just whimpers which only worries Shen Qingqiu further and he hurries Luo Binghe to the room faster. Once there, he settles Luo Binghe on the bed. In all his worry, he's fallen back into Protective Shizun Mode that cares for his sick disciples (or Mommy Mode if you prefer). So, he orders the Huan Hua Palace disciples to get water and a cloth and lays the cool towel on Binghe's forehead who's just staring up at Shen Qingqiu with wide eyes. "Shhhh...It's okay, Binghe, you're okay..." he murmurs and Binghe whimpers again, needing to close his eyes. He thought Shizun hated him and thought he was a monster to be put down, but here he was caring for Binghe so sweetly and gently, his touches soft and whispering reassurances to him.

Shen Qingqiu continues to hover over him replacing the cloth when it grew warm, brushing his hair out of his face, patting and stroking his head gentle, and transferring qi to him to try and sooth the effects of Xin Mo. While this little...bout...wasn't brought on by Xin Mo, the sword is still effecting Binghe to at least some degree, so Shen Qingqiu is mitigating that effect. Luo Binghe can only lay there, helpless against the effects of his Shizun and soaking in his affection.

The System kept on giving Shen Qingqiu point increase updates, but they got so frequent that they were annoying and distracting, so he muted them. Shen Qingqiu has however clocked that him pampering Binghe like this and caring for him in such a difficult time is helping his situation and he's hopeful he won't be turned into a human stick as soon as Binghe regains his strength.

One of the Huan Hua Palace meimeis finally can't take it anymore and steps forward, "I can do that. No need for Peak Lord Shen to trouble himself," she says, barely able to hold the vitriol in her voice back. Shen Qingqiu knows his queue when he sees it (at least he thinks he does) and nods gracefully, rising from his seat beside the bed to let her sit in his place. The girl looks smug for only one moment before Shen Qingqiu stops and looks back down at Luo Binghe. He had reached out and grabbed onto Shen Qingqiu's sleeve.

"Shizun, don't leave me," he whispers so soft and broken sounding. He's utterly wrecked by the amount of emotions that have been surging in him, first from the gay panic and then Shen Qingqiu pampering him when he thought he was hated. (Xin Mo wasn't helping either.) And, Shen Qingqiu's heart just cracks at how vulnerable and broken he sounds and the teary look in his eyes, and just plops back down in the chair, grasping Luo Binghe's hand, not breaking eye contact.

"I won't. Shizun won't go anywhere, Binghe, okay?" he says without thinking. Luo Binghe nods and hums, a couple tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. Shen Qingqiu reaches out to wipe them away with his sleeve, one hand still firmly holding Luo Binghe's hand. And, while he hadn't thought before sitting back down or speaking, he can't bring himself to take his words back. Not when Luo Binghe is like this. He clearly needs someone to care for him, and for some reason he wants that person to be Shen Qingqiu. And, who is Shen Qingqiu to deny the protagonist what he wants? And his little disciple at that? While he knows that Luo Binghe is supposed to be blackened right now, when he looks at him, all Shen Qingqiu can see is his little disciple wanting his Shizun.

The Huan Hua Palace girl, though, not wanting to give up just yet, steps forward once more, determined, "Really, I--"

But she's cut off by Luo Binghe growling at her lowly and giving her a harsh glare. She's shocked still by it, her eyes widening and face paling.

On instinct, and so caught up in nostalgia, Shen Qingqiu snacks Luo Binghe's head and glares at him, "Don't growl at her. I taught you better than that."

Luo Binghe looks up at him with wide eyes like a child caught misbehaving, then mumbles demurely, "This disciple is sorry. He won't do it again."

And that shocks Shen Qingqiu out of his nostalgia and he realizes he just smacked. Luo Binghe. The post-abyss Luo Binghe. And scolded him like he was still his teacher and not a scum villain. Terror racing through him, Shen Qingqiu gently pats and soothes Binghe's head, saying sweetly, "Ah, no, it's okay. Binghe needn't apologize, he can growl all he wants." Hopefully that'll do it, he thinks while he continues to pat Binghe's head and fluffy hair. Luo Binghe just stares at him with wide eyes again, his face heating again as well. Then Shen Qingqiu starts fussing over him again and his red face, the girl forgotten. "Ah, is Binghe's fever back? Just lie still. Hey you there--get more water!" then turning back to Binghe and transferring more qi.

Luo Binghe continues to KOed by Shen Qingqiu until he's nothing more than the whimpering, sticky little disciple Shen Qingqiu remembers him to be. just with claws and a demon mark and red eyes and powerful demonic qi. and an evil sword. But still Binghe!! His sweet little bun that just wants his Shizun. (Binghe gets rid of the evil sword when Shen Qingqiu expresses his dislike on how negatively it's effecting him.) And, if Binghe wants his Shizun, then how can Shen Qingqiu deny him that?

[sunderwight]

SV AU where, while Luo Binghe is supposed to be in the Abyss, Shen Qingqiu comes across a hellhound puppy.

Now, there is an arc in PIDW where Luo Binghe became a hellhound. But it happened like at least a century out from where they are in the timeline, after Binghe had come into his full demonic power, and involved him turning into a slavering beast that eventually become a slavering man-beast (werewolf, basically) who could only be cured by having a lot of very questionable sex with his wives. Shen Yuan wrote a rant about how yet another potentially interesting transformation arc was instead reduced to porn tropes, but it was one of several dozen such rants across many similar story arcs. Airplane barely even remembers writing it because he was having a pretty shit week and just wanted to get the chapters out.

So it doesn't really occur to either him or Shang Qinghua that finding a hellhound puppy might be suspicious. Unexpected, sure, but demons are turning up all over the place all the time, really. And it's years before Luo Binghe is even supposed to be out of the Abyss, like a century before his hellhound transformation story, and when Binghe did turn into a hellhound his two forms consisted of a fully-grown beast and a fully-grown man-beast. Not a puppy.

Of course: that hellhound puppy is definitely Luo Binghe.

He unwittingly triggered this subplot early, and because he's still a young adult, he gets stuck in a juvenile puppy form because hellhounds don't reach fully maturity until they're like fifty.

Anyway, this creates something of a pickle for Luo Binghe, because he's legitimately stuck in this form and can't figure out how to change back. This is not part of his plans. He's fleeing from Huan Hua Palace cultivators who are trying to kill him, which they might succeed at because his Heavenly Demon powers don't seem to be working.

He runs right into Shizun, who is on one of his "investigate stuff to forget the depression" field trips with Liu Qingge.

Luo Binghe is fully expecting his righteous Shizun to kill the demonic beast, and has a moment to think that at least that's better than being killed by Huan Hua, before Shizun rescues him instead.

Shen Qingqiu, meanwhile, is actually kind of excited. There was a lot of lore in PIDW about how hellhounds can actually make loyal companions if they're trained up from young enough of an age, but finding hellhound puppies would be difficult for anyone who wasn't a demonic nobleman, and most of the "trained" hellhounds just disappeared into the harem as gifts to various demon wives and were never seen or heard from again. No additional information, like the full extent of their abilities or what kind of companions they made beyond "loyal" or anything! A species of demon that could even potentially be domesticated by humans, and it was just left at that?!

Needless to say, Shen Qingqiu's not letting Huan Hua Palace kill this one. This is a rare chance for him to get a cool monster companion!

Although... such a creature might die when Luo Binghe comes to take his revenge.

Well, he'll deal with that when he has a chance. Maybe Shang Qinghua can take it to Mobei Jun or Shen Qingqiu can find another place for it before then. In the meanwhile, at least going back to Qing Jing Peak with him is better than being killed on the spot. He talks Liu Qingge into going along with it (Liu Qingge thinks he's insane but also folds like wet tissue paper), under stipulation that the hellhound's demonic energies are sealed and it gets muzzled before they bring it back with them.

Shen Qingqiu rides with it in a carriage, and feels so bad for the poor doggo looking miserable without his demon powers or even his mouth free that he secretly takes the muzzle back off while Liu Qingge isn't looking.

Luo Binghe is overwhelmed with the mixed sentiments of confusion (doesn't his shizun hate demons? is a Heavenly Demon really so especially repulsive to him?), happiness (he's going home! Shizun found him and is taking him home!), worry (Shizun please do not un-muzzle random demonic beasts just because they look sad!), and some rather embarrassing personal revelations about the appeal of being Shizun's pet. The latter situation worsens exponentially after the first time he gets good boy'd and petted for the first time.

Regardless, Shen Qingqiu does take him back to Qing Jing Peak and settles in to train and observe his new puppy. No one thinks this is precisely a good project but it is a project, and is not for instance "staring blankly into the distance while kneeling in front of a sword mound", so on balance everyone decides they'll just keep an eye on things and make sure the hellhound doesn't maul the peak lord. Lots of "just dropping in for a visits" by a rotating cast of peak lords (they have a schedule).

But the hellhound puppy is a fabulous pet! Actually, Shen Qingqiu thinks it's really remarkable how smart and readily tamed he is? Barely a few days in and he's obediently following Shizun's commands, except for "stay", which he seems to struggle with. He doesn't maul or threaten any of the disciples, only growls at Shang Qinghua sometimes and makes a few aggressive displays at Liu Qingge. The former case is just good taste, and as to the latter, well, clearly the hellhound is sensitive and intelligent, and has a more-than-rudamentary understanding of words spoken to him. He probably remembers that Liu Qingge wanted to kill him when they first met. Shen Qingqiu takes his time soothing his puppy and assuring him that he won't come to any harm, he's perfectly safe on Qing Jing Peak with Shen Qingqiu.

At least, for now.

Although actually, the more Shen Qingqiu thinks about it, the more convinced he becomes that Hellhound (sue him, he's not the best with names) would be a perfect companion for Luo Binghe once he gets out of the Abyss. The only difficulty would be in how to convince Binghe to accept him, and also how to keep his now-loyal hound from trying to defend his master when justice comes due. Shen Qingqiu figures he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it, and in the meanwhile takes some time to explain to Hellhound about his disciple, Luo Binghe, who is enduring a terrible trial in the Abyss, but who will return one day having become Emperor of the Demon Realms and could probably use a steadfast and intelligent companion who is interested in more than just his incredible amounts of power or irresistible good looks.

Luo Binghe Himself: ?!?!?!

[hannie-dul-set]

heartbeat conquest — day 1.

SYNOPSIS. you’re sucked into a reverse harem otome game, and there’s only one goal— say the right things to conquer as many pretty boys as you can. PAIRINGS. tomorrow x together x reader. TAGS. social media! au, modern fantasy, reverse harem (of fucking course), romance, humor, a whole bunch of weird dynamics maybe HUAHAHAHAHAHHAAH. inspired by the manhwa with the same title, “heartbeat conquest.”

it has been thirty minutes since you started staring at your phone.

the walls that surround you have transformed from a pink to a light beige. the bubblegum floors have turned into carpet. and the bed you’ve sunk yourself into feels just as foreign as it is yours. what is this? what is going on? you have a rough idea on just what you’ve gotten yourself into, but it’s still difficult to wrap your head around.

sanctuary. angel. knight. savior. lover. considering the premise, these must be the love interests you have to conquer. yet you have yet to open any of their messages because the “system” didn’t even bother to provide you with any context on who these strangers are! even otome games give a brief profile of your targets. how are you supposed to know which of these nameless and faceless bastards is your type?

“ugh,” you grunt, jumping off of bed and feeling the plush carpet against your skin— a warm and sickly feeling. the window shows the midnight moon shining above what appears to be a college campus, buildings lining up before and after this one, a wide field directly below you and connected pavements from one concrete wall to another. your guess that this is a dormitory is proven to be correct. but you don’t understand how everything seems to have the same bubblegum pink filter clouding over your vision.

ding!

you pause for a moment.

the system has made it very clear. you know what you’re supposed to be doing.

first impressions: what the fuck, all these love interests are in some what or another— off. weird. is this some screwed up otome game? do you have to deal with a bunch of creeps to get yourself out of this? now, that’s not your only problem. five out of five of these guys want to meet with you, and all on the same date nonetheless.

from what you have gathered, you have to win all of them over. but you’re left with no choice but to pick one of them this time.

now— who would you like to meet first?

NOTE. oooh choices HAHHAHAHA. now let me just give you guys a hint: some of these boys are gonna benefit if you don’t pick them. i wanted to give my spin on the usual reverse harem tropes, and fuck with them a little BWAHAHAHAHHA. the reason why angel and knight haven’t been unlocked yet is well........you guys failed to get a big enough reaction for them (whether it be negative or positive).

as usual, please answer the form linked above to progress. i will close them once i feel like i’ve gotten enough responses!

DAY 0 | DAY 1 | DAY 2

heartbeat conquest. © hannie-dul-set, 2024.

[transformers-spike]

nah you're right, pregnant bots are nice but they kinda deserve their own au. the tops can write their own fanfic, i'm gonna enjoy all the pregnancy kink (receiving) since nobody can stop me. SO LET'S GET BACK TO IT.

the backlash on earth against the hybrid project would be insaaaaane dude, just imagine the conservatives rallying against it, saying it's wrong for religious reasons or claiming it'll kick off a population crisis on earth if young people are choosing to pair up with aliens instead of heteronormative human partners. and those same politicians were talking about overpopulation and earth's limited resources about 5 years ago. now it's progressive to date a transformer.

do you think there'd be a big immigration push to earth among bots who can't get into the project for whatever reason? if you're a loser (possibly with a criminal record), scrape up the shanix to buy a shuttle ticket and go find your own organic hottie. human hole is totally worth switching to fueling on gasoline. the hybrid project probably gets some mockery as a mail order bride service.

i wonder how the first human in ultra magnus' collection feels about the growing harem. imagine being the adventurous random citizen who kicks off his xenophilia and gets whisked away to cybertron, ngl it would be nice to forget your old life and enjoy getting pampered by giant robots... but after you find out that you're carrying ultra's sparkling, more and more humans start arriving and you know he's trying to fuck babies into as many of them as he can. at least you'll have lots of friends?

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Bro, there is so much worldbuilding potential

considering just how nonchalant the US is about alien robots existing (and casually fucking up Detroit) I want to say this version of the world is pretty absurdly chill (me on my way to rewrite history where the Cold War never existed in TFA lmao)

Still, there MUST be folks who are outraged by the whole Hybrid Project, and I'm convinced there are people who make "No Bitches?" memes out of it just to poke fun at them not getting robot spike - but I'm still losing it at being progressive by dating a Transformer. Part of me likes to think some influencers treat the Hybrid Project like the Coachella - out here taking selfies with Perceptor as he writes notes about their pussy in the background

I don't think you're allowed to take pictures after fragging bots tho... kind of a privacy breach

I love the idea of bots getting so desperate for human hole they start a sex tourism trend - and now I'm curious about bot influencers and how much the Hybrid Project will impact Autobot culture (and that's ignoring what will happen to Decepticon culture)

Ngl Ultra Magnus's first human is sure having a time, huh. Even if they remain extra special to him, it's odd being in a harem. I really crave the image of a bunch of pregnant humans napping on Ultra Magnus in his habsuite. He's slinging spike around like it'll help him solve everything (and it does)

At least his first human gets to nap on him the most? And hang out with Cybertron's busiest mech? And get eaten out by him???????

Anyway, the old man should eat human pussy like he's low on fuel

[jinuaei]

Hear me out, Rung as Tarn’s rival, could be yandere Rung too or not but imagine. Tarn who views reader is a god having to literally go up against cybertronian god. They’re different enough that I think it’ll make an interesting contrast. An obsessive mech who loves and worships you vs chill robot dude who is actually god and would also prob obsess over you after you show that hey look you remember him

Are you a mind reader because I've literally been thinking about him!!! Ngl I've been lowkey obsessed with @/xaythefreak (I won't tag tag them but I did see their post while searching their name up where they mentioned me —Hello, I see you >:)) Yan! Rung and @/cheschesterpossum's CITF AU with their Rung too so Yeah, I don't think I'll ever forget Rungs name LOL!! AND HONESTLY I AGREE! Opposite personalities obsessed over one person. If we follow LL Liaison Reader, I would love to add Liaison reader being close to Rung! And perhaps the reason why Reader remembers his name is because you adore him so much, like you prefer to stay with him due to his chill vibes and the fact that his frame is not big enough to crush you under his pede so you feel pretty safe by his side.

Though the main MAIN reason why I wanted Overlord as Tarn's rival is because I feel like he'd be petty enough to physically fight Tarn for you and maybe kidnap reader for shits and giggles because he'd be a little shit like that. I want Tarn to physically fight to bring you back to his side you know?

WIth Rung, there's not enough 'rival' energy I feel like. But Rung's advantage over Tarn is him being reader's favourite, plus him being the ships psychiatrist means he knows more about reader than Tarn. Though Tarn can overpower Rung with his strength, Tarn only knows you as his deity and sees everything you do as holy, while Rung knows you as you! And loves that you are so lovably mortal and yet that mortality did not stop you from remembering him.

That being said, I am not against bot harems, on the contrary I thrive in writing multiple characters pining for reader. So once I come up with an idea of a dynamic with the three of them pining for reader (and trust me I will!) I will be unstoppable! (if ppl want me to write for them 👉👈)

Gods I want to write for so many IDW bots but I don't have a feel for their personality yet, I did find a youtube account that talks about the basics of Transformer bots so I'm praying the video talks about what their personalities are like. After that, I'll let the delulu play with them >:)))

[kiame-sama]

https://youtube.com/shorts/VcnMeXX1eAs?si=GgtQBQutS6F-rSjZ

Jamil at the rest of the fathers in the Harem ending

They all looked like the rest of them it’s so fucking funny 😭😭😭

“WHY DOES 90% OF MY BABIES HAVE ALL OF YOUR FACES”

“Idk man, biology is weird” Vil says, as he slowly puts the snakelet that looks like him in a basket to take back home

“Yeah, have you seen my kids? They are golden rose and platinum!” Comments Leona, as he starts to take as many photos as he can to be more smug at dinner (also his sister-in-law requested photos)

Jamil is going to need a new system to keep the rest of these guys AWAY (specially Vil)

Warnings; multiple yanderes (Platonic with the children only), harem ending, monster au, yandere au, mention of kidnapping,

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Jamil is stressed by the idea of any of the others taking his Snakelets. He is counting, re-counting, and then counting again to ensure the entire clutch is accounted for.

Riddle loves the tiny Snakelet look-alike and adores the kindred bond he feels with her. He could absolutely see her getting along with his Household and the other young. No doubt Trey will love spoiling her with treats and a gentle hand to guide her. Riddle is ready to step up as a father the second he sees the little look-alike Snakelet.

Leona has a point, his cubs are abnormal colors for Nemean Lions and are all the more valued for it. Traditional gold is only so impressive when everyone has it as a fur color, but White Gold and Rose Gold? That is unique and makes them all the more valuable to the Kingdom. He certainly wouldn't mind adding the Snakelet look-alike to his Household and the Lionesses would love another infant to care for.

Azul is absolutely bonded at first sight with the small Snakelet look-alike that has his colors. He just needs to ensure she is safe to take her back with him to the Coral Sea. She need not drink a transformation potion, just needs a water-breathing charm and she can grow up around his fry as his daughter. His seven girls would love another sister.

Vil is thrilled they already have their own little egg-shaped baskets that he can use to just pick up the Snakelet look-alike and disappear with her. He has half a mind to take all of them if he can manage it, but he will settle for just taking the one that looks like him most. Vil adores the way the Snakelets have an iridescent sheen to them.

Idia is almost in tears. You mean to tell him he can't take this little bundle of life and joy home with him? But Idia already adores him and wants to introduce the Snakelet look-alike to Papa Hades! It would give the other Shrouds an infant to obsess over and he promises to take great care of the Snakelet.

Malleus is humming the song his mother hummed for him as he is ready to leave with his Snakelet look-alike. She has scales, has his colors, and could fit right in with his Hatchlings. What more could he possibly require to accept the new young into his home?

Meanwhile, Kalim is completely convinced all of these Snakelets are his children and he wants to shower them in gold of all kinds. Nevermind the fact that they are all very clearly Naga, he just knows in his heart of hearts that these Snakelets are his beautiful children and he will treat them as such.

[smallestapplin]

Can we please get some more con harem fluff when you have the chance???

I struggled thinking of a scenario, so this is kinda set in the Prime continuity. Mostly with Dreadwing, Arachnid, Soundwave, and implied Megatron (and the rest of the ship-)

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Dreadwing looks at you with mild confusion on his features as you climb up his shoulder, settling down swiftly and cuddling close to his helm. True at first he found the decepticons having a shared human on the ship was…odd, but who was he to argue with Megatron? Though he learned why quickly with how you seemed to have charmed him.

“Little one, while I enjoy your company, what is the meaning of this?”

“What, am I not allowed to spend time with you?”

Though your voice was light and teasing, he can’t help but sigh and shake his helm.

“Stay as long as you wish, but I must get these reports done.”

You kiss his cheek trying to scoot even closer and lean into him, such warmth of your smaller body was always welcomed. Off the corner of his optic he can see you pull out your phone and scroll along it, simply just wanting to bask in his presence. His spark swells at the idea, you merely just wanting to spend time with him is making his wings twitch, trying to flutter behind him but he fights it.

The room falls into a comfortable silence, though only filled with the occasional sound of you chucking and his engine softly purring as you kiss him again and again. Such a sweet beloved he has, you know how to make the boring parts of his job entertaining.

He blinks his optics once, twice, then a few more times as he realized he feels like he’s being watched, there is another in his office and it’s not just you. You hum in confusion as Dreadwing brings a servo up and grabs you, holding you protectively to his chassis.

If he opened it his spark would be easy to attack, but if he didn’t and held you here he’d be down a servo to fight.

“You know, I know you guys don’t usually get along, but Aracnid please don’t drop.”

Dreadwing looks up, following your gaze and sure enough the purple optics of the spider femme bot stare back at him. She sighs, mockingly so.

“Oh sweetspark, must you ruin the fun? I was just coming to see how our little human was doing.”

Dreadwing glares at her, holding you even closer and covering you with his other servo.

“Our human is fine, they are content sitting with me.”

Arachnid hums not at all caring of his words, “yes yes, that’s all well and good, but Lord Megatron wishes to have his pet.”

Dreadwing makes no move as he refuses to trust her word, he does not feel safe lending you to her even if was technically also one of you ‘consorts’ as Megatron called them. Arachnid isn’t to be trusted with a human, must less one of your importance.

“Dreadwing, I would hate to traumatize the cutie in your servos, but I will if you don’t hand them over to me.” Her voice growing agitated as more of her legs move from the ceiling above, and grow pointed ready to attack him.

You sigh, this isn’t really something you can stop, but you know who can. You unlock your phone once more and make a call, and sweetly asking for a little help. And just in time too, as dozens of cables move com the walls, wrapping both Dreadwing and Arachnid up and away from each other.

And one taking you from Dreadwing’s grasp, much to his displeasure, and taking you to the black and purple con standing just at the doorway. You smile up at his screen.

“Thank you, Soundwave, but you didn’t need to do all that. Your help is appreciated though.”

The black screen of his faceplate statics for a moment before emoting a little heart. Walking away, he drops Dreadwing and tosses Arachnid out of the room, uncaring what they do now, as he has his little human. You fit so perfectly in his servos, he can’t help but hold you up and nuzzle his screen against you, another heart emoting as you place a few kisses to his face.

He cares not for the arguing around him, or the two cons yelling at him from down the hallway demanding you back.

He has his human, that’s all that matters.

Until he hears Megatron return to the ship and a sad face appears on his screen. He just got you, he doesn’t want to hand you over just yet, how cruel.

[tswhiisftteedr]

Ok, so this a character draft for an AU I'll be writing

(basically a rip-off of one of my dr scripts, for those who know what I'm talking about)

(These images are available on my art account @maviscarlettie)

I also need help with figuring out this guy's name!

He's twisted from glut in the little mermaid and from what I gather is a great white shark.

Glaive Charnel

Glaive = "a type of blade or sword," reference to Glut’s sharp shark teeth Charnel = "related to bones or a place for the dead" which fits the guy

Glaukos Thalass

Glaukos = "a sea god in Greek mythology," a mortal transformed into an immortal being of the sea Thalass = derived from Thalassa, the Greek word for “sea,”

Anyways, the two major components of this au are;

Instead of NCR being a four-year program with students off to internship during their fourth year, it will be a 5-year program instead(so students graduate at the age of 22 contrary to the original age of 21)

The story will sort of follow the events of the game, but will start a year early (so our fav first years, Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho, and Sebek) will not be there yet. However we will eventually catch up to that point.

Secondly, the Mc will be in a sorta of yuu-ish situation. but is not a magicaless prefect from another world but instead a water nymph from Twisted Wonderland. (But is still 'wrongly' summoned by the dark mirror since they are a girl.)

They are also a year younger than the age everyone is at the beginning of the year ceremony (that will be something that plays into the story later)

Grim will be part of the story but only appears when the events of the game begin.

So this little shark guy will be the vice-housewarden of Octavinelle for a little while, and I'm working on the design of the house warden rn

This will be a reverse harem and probably have smut, but yeah, help me choose a name for this dude, and stay tuned!

Please comment your thoughts y'all, and have the best day!!!

[butterflylullaby-lie]

SECOND POLL FOR CULT AU!

There will be one more poll after this, the two highest on here and the next poll will be included in the harem! If you want characters added to the next one, comment or ask me and I’ll try to include them in the next one, someone asked for Bumblebee so he is now included! 🐝🐝

❌❌Lowest percentage character will be thrown out after the poll is done and won’t be included in the next one ❌❌

[helionepho]

Howl In My Chest Chap. 3

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ HOWL IN MY CHEST Chapter 3 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

pairings: werewolves!the boyz x fem!reader

main pairing: werewolf!sunwoo x fem!reader

genre: slow burn, supernatural au, werewolf au, hurt/comfort, slight reverse harem, love triangle (or more), soulmate au, domestic, a little bit of fluff, implied smut in later chapter (18+)

warnings: suggestive, mention of blood, mention of kill, kissing, cursing, possessive!sunwoo

wc: 6.6k

status: completed

chapter list: �� introduction ➤ chapter 1 ➤ chapter 2 ➤ chapter 3 ➤ chapter 4 ➤ chapter 5 [smut] ➤ chapter 6 [smut] ➤ chapter 7 ➤ chapter 8 [smut/END]

tag lists: @babigriin @jwiloves @i8xuhao 𖹭

Everyone gathered in a tight circle around Sangyeon while the fire in the fireplace crackled softly, creating dancing shadows on the floor and walls. The silence in the living room weight heavily, until the Alpha finally spoke.

“We’re dealing with more than just werewolves. It’s not even just about us.”

You leaned forward slightly, the tension in the room wrapping around you.

“The other creatures who do prey on humans… right?” You asked, remembering that Sangyeon had mentioned this before.

They all nodded.

“There’s something in the forest. Here. In these woods. Something ancient.”

Sangyeon took a deep breath before continuing, “…it’s called The Veilwalker.”

“The… Veilwalker?” You blinked.

He nodded solemnly. “It starts as a human. A shaman, someone who once used healing and protective rituals.”

You listened, curiosity peaking despite the growing unease.

“But they turn to dark magic, do terrible things—like killing their bloodlines—just to get unnatural powers, immortality. Once it's crossed, they become something else. Twisted. Hungry. Not cursed like us, but changed. Forever.”

He glanced around the room before continuing. Something inside you recoiled at Sangyeon’s words, but not because you didn’t believe him. You did. That was the problem.

“They’ve got the ability to transform into wolves, coyotes, foxes, even hyenas. They can mimic voices. Steal faces. Lure victims in. They’re not monsters by instinct… they’re monsters by choice.”

A shiver ran down your spine. “So it’s… like a shapeshifter?”

“Yeah,” Sangyeon said. “But not the kind you want to meet in the woods.”

You took a deep breath.

A silence fell, cold and heavy. The only sound was the fire—and Haknyeon’s stomach growling loud enough for Chanhee to shoot him a look.

“…Sorry,” Haknyeon muttered a whisper. “I sacrificed my sacred snack hour for this.”

Chanhee rolled his eyes.

After that, the atmosphere went silent again.

 “Why is it attacking now?” You asked.

Sangyeon’s jaw tightened. “Because it hates human.”

You stared.

He continued, voice colder now. “Centuries ago, the forest was protected by the veilwalker. It watched over this village. Guarded it. In return, people used to worship it, leave offerings, speak its name with reverence.”

Sangyeon paused as you swallowed. “But over years of years, the villagers grew distant. Stopped believing. Stopped giving thanks. And veilwalkers hates it."

You listened carefully.

"That time, the veilwalkers began hunting on human, especially since they loved human's blood. But there was a time when they stopped. When they weren’t allowed to.”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“There was a contract,” Sangyeon said. “Veilwalkers and werewolves made a pact. We agreed to protect the balance. In return, werewolves wouldn’t hunt them.”

"Until over years, a human—someone from the village—killed one of the veilwalkers.”

Your eyes widened. “Someone killed it?”

Sangyeon nodded. “I’m not sure whether the killing was accidental or intentional, but that was the last straw. The veilwalker was already teetering on the edge… but that betrayal broke it. Twisted it. It became vengeful. Corrupted by hatred. It saw the humans as ungrateful parasites who took from the land and gave nothing in return.”

He looked toward the window, as if remembering something darker.

“But it doesn’t just hate humans. It hates us too.”

You blinked. “You mean… werewolves?”

“Especially our pack,” Sangyeon said. “They saw werewolves as pretenders. Half-human, half-beast. Mockeries of the power they bled and sacrificed for. We didn’t earn our shift with rituals or murder. Our curse came through nature, not pain. And they couldn’t stand that.”

You sat back slightly, startled by the bitterness in his voice.

“They see us as rivals. And worst of all… protectors of the humans they want to destroy. Every time we stop them—every time we get in their way—it feeds their hatred.”

No one moved.

“That’s why it’s attacking,” Sangyeon said.

You looked at him, then at the others. Kevin’s hands were clenched lightly on his knees. Juyeon stared blankly at the fireplace, jaw tight. Everyone was silent.

“And… about the body in the woods?” you asked. “The one the police found? Who killed them?”

“It’s them,” Sangyeon said. “Sunwoo was attacked by it too.”

You turned slightly to glance at Sunwoo, who sat on the couch, gaze low. The memory of him on your backyard, bleeding and shivering, flashed behind your eyes.

“This is what we’ve been holding back all these years,” Sangyeon said. “This isn’t the first time they tried something. But now… now it’s getting bolder.”

You leaned back, breath shaky. “So what do we do?”

“We prepare,” Sangyeon said grimly. “And we make sure the humans don’t get caught in the middle. We keep the veilwalker from gaining more strength. From getting what it wants.”

“And if I can help?” you said, voice steady, “I want to.”

Sunwoo let out a frustrated exhale at that.

“Great,” Eric muttered under his breath. “More volunteers for the death squad.”

Changmin glared at him as Eric read the room again, realizing that it wasn’t the best time for jokes.

Outside, the wind howled against the trees.

And deep within the forest, something old stirred—watching. Waiting.

***

You could feel your heart drumming in your ears, your chest tightening as you looked at Sangyeon, still waiting. Hoping. But the way his gaze dropped told you everything.

Sangyeon didn’t say yes.

Not immediately.

His gaze lingered on you, unreadable, but guarded. Like a wall you weren’t sure you could climb.

But before he could say more—

“I won’t let you,” Sunwoo said suddenly. He had risen from his spot, eyes ablaze with something more than frustration. His voice was low but firm, edged with something volatile. Protective.

The words hit sharp, the room falling silent around him.

You blinked, startled. “What?”

His voice was low, rough with frustration. “You shouldn’t be involved in this. It’s not your fight.”

“Sunwoo, I’m already involved—”

“It’s dangerous.” His tone hardened, eyes blazing now. “This isn’t some game. That thing out there—it's not just a monster from some story. It's real. It kills. It almost killed me.”

“And I’m aware,” you shot back, standing your ground. “I know what I’m risking.”

“Exactly!” he snapped. “That’s the problem!”

Everyone turned toward Sunwoo. Even the usual hum of the fireplace felt muted.

The others stilled. Tension tightening the room like a string pulled taut.

“You’re the one dragging her into this mess, though.” Hyunjae chimed in. “If only you didn’t hunt that thing down by your own—”

“That’s why I’m the one responsible here! Not her!” Sunwoo cut him. “I don’t fucking care if this goes against what we’re supposed to do,” he growled. “I’m not just going to sit here and let her throw herself into this. She doesn’t understand what it means. How bad it can get.”

Changmin whispered, not so quietly, "He’s seriously freaking out..."

Even Sangyeon appeared taken aback by the intensity in Sunwoo’s voice. “Sunwoo…” He warned gently.

But Sunwoo didn’t budge. He looked like he wanted to argue again, but the words caught in his throat. His hands were clenched, his jaw locked. There was something deeper in his gaze now—fear, maybe. For you.

That was when Younghoon stood.

“She’s right,” Younghoon said, breaking the silence.

Everyone turned.

“She’s already involved,” he said calmly. “The veilwalker knows. It can smell Sunwoo’s blood on her. It’ll trace it. Her scent. Her home. She’s not safe just because she chooses to stay out of it.”

He looked at Sangyeon, voice firm. “If anything, she’s a bigger target now. The cops. The traps. The attention she drew by saving him—it all leads back to her.”

Sunwoo’s jaw twitched.

Hyunjae frowned, straightening. "You think she's being hunted?"

Jacob nodded. "If the veilwalker is as old and vengeful as we believe, it won't take chances. It'll try to erase anything that interfered. Including her."

“Her scent is now marked with the energy of our pack too.” Haknyeon added. “To them, isn’t she a symbol of broken rules? a human who invited and healed a werewolf into her home?”

“And we need to protect her. I want us to protect her.” Younghoon continued as he looked at Sangyeon.

Sangyeon’s gaze lingered on you, then swept slowly across the room.

Everyone was watching.

Some with surprise. Some with concern. But none with disagreement.

You felt all eyes on you. But for the first time, it didn’t make you feel small. You lifted your chin. "Then let me help. If I'm already marked, I'd rather be part of stopping it."

"Then we protect her," Sangyeon said at last. "And we plan."

You let out a quiet breath, only realizing now how tense your shoulders had been.

Sangyeon stood, his voice taking on a leader’s edge once more. “If the veilwalker is active again… it won’t stop. Not unless we stop it first.”

The pack began to straightening, focusing.

And this time, you weren’t just watching from the sidelines.

You were part of it.

***

The fire had burned low. No one spoke for a long while after Sangyeon’s final words. Then, finally, he exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“We’ll plan tomorrow,” he said, his voice steady but worn. “We all need rest. Even werewolves needed to breath.”

No one argued. The weight of the night was too much, too fast. Everyone looked like they’d aged a year in an hour.

One by one, the others began peeling away—some heading to the kitchen for late snacks, others stayed, some out back for fresh air. The mood had shifted from tension to exhaustion.

Sunwoo dropped himself down to the floor.

He didn’t move, hands clenched, eyes lowered like he was trying to burn a hole in the floorboards with his thoughts. He hadn’t looked at you since you said you wanted to help.

You wanted to ask what was on his mind, but something in his posture said he wouldn’t answer. Or couldn’t.

So you let the silence linger.

Until Juyeon shifted closer beside you, stretching his long legs out and sighing dramatically.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck made of anxiety,” he said dryly.

You smiled. “That sounds accurate.”

He glanced sideways at you, his tone softening. “You okay? I mean, really.”

You hesitated, then nodded, didn’t expect him to actually cared for you. “I think I’m still processing everything. But… yeah. I’m okay for now.”

Juyeon gave a small smile. “You’re braver than most people I’ve met. Most of us were born into this life. You just got tossed in and didn’t flinch.”

“Flinching came later,” you muttered.

He chuckled quietly. “Still. You’re holding up better than most people. Even Sunwoo.”

At the mention of his name, you glanced over at him.

Sunwoo still hadn’t moved. His eyes were distant now—lost somewhere in thought.

“He blames himself,” Juyeon whispered softly. “For dragging you into this.”

You frowned. “But I’m not blaming him.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he replied. “Sunwoo has this thing where he carries guilt like it’s a second heartbeat. Especially when it comes to people he cares about.”

You looked at Sunwoo again, this time with something softer in your chest. “I never thought he’d care this much.”

“He does,” Juyeon said. “More than he knows how to show without snarling.”

Just then, Younghoon approached, a glass of warm water in his hand. He stopped beside you, offering the drink wordlessly. You took it, mumbling a quiet thank you.

He looked at you with calm eyes—gentle, but unreadable. “If anything happens… I want you to know I’ll protect you.”

You blinked, startled by the sincerity in his tone. “Younghoon, you don’t—”

“I do,” he said. “This pack protects what matters. You matter now.”

It hit you somewhere deep. Unexpected.

You swallowed hard, nodding.

He turned and left just as quietly as he came.

You stayed there on the floor a little longer, until most of the others had gone to their corners of the house. Finally, you stood up and moved to sit next to Sunwoo on the floor, close but not too close.

He flinched slightly—like he hadn’t noticed you until now.

“I know you’re angry,” you said quietly. “Or scared. Or both. But I’m not going anywhere.”

He didn’t say anything.

You continued, “I chose this. Not because you dragged me. Because I care. Because I want to help. And because I think you would’ve done the same for me.”

At that, he turned his head slowly toward you.

His eyes were tired. But honest.

“You shouldn’t have to get hurt for me,” he murmured. “That’s what keeps messing with my head. I keep thinking… if you hadn’t found me—”

“Then you’d be dead,” you said flatly. “So let’s stop pretending I don’t belong here now.”

He looked at you, something shifting in his expression—relief, maybe. Or just the weight of guilt slowly loosening.

You bumped your shoulder gently against his.

“I’m not made of glass,” you added. “I can be stubborn too. You’ll get used to it.”

He finally gave you the faintest curve of a smile. “I already have.”

The quiet warmth between you more comforting than the fire. And for a brief moment, in the stillness of the night, things didn’t feel so heavy.

Not yet.

A loud clank followed by, “Haknyeon, for the love of god—stop trying to microwave the metal mugs!”

“I forgot it was metal!” came his outraged defense.

Laughter broke out from somewhere—probably Chanhee—and even you couldn’t stop the soft smile that pulled at your lips.

Sunwoo, still sitting beside you, finally stirred at the sound.

“They’re idiots,” he murmured, voice lower now, the tension in him easing by degrees.

You chuckled. “But the kind of idiots who care.”

For the first time in what felt like hours, his lips twitched—not quite a smile, but close. He leaned his head back against the wall and let out a long, quiet breath.

A moment passed.

Then you reached out and nudged his knee lightly with yours. “You know,” you said, feigning casual, “for someone who turns into a terrifying death-beast, you sulk like a very grumpy puppy.”

Sunwoo turned his head to stare at you. “Did you just compare me to a puppy?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

There was a pause.

Then, against all odds, he let out a short, rough breath that might’ve been a laugh.

He shook his head, and this time, a real smile formed. He didn’t say anything, just leaned the side of his arm slightly against yours, letting the silence settle back in.

And for that tiny moment, there was warmth again.

You stayed there for a while beside Sunwoo, head leaning against his shoulder. He didn’t flinch.

He didn’t say anything, but the tension in his shoulders loosened. Just a bit.

For a moment, it almost felt safe.

Until—

The lights dimmed.

Not flickered. Dimmed. Like the house had suddenly inhaled and forgotten how to breathe.

You froze.

Sunwoo’s muscles tensed beneath you.

The fire cracked—then snapped with a violent pop, flames lunging upward like something had grabbed them from beneath. The warmth vanished in a blink. Cold rushed in, sudden and absolute. Your breath misted white in the air.

And then… silence.

Sunwoo growled low. The sound was barely audible, but it rumbled through his chest like an echo.

Your skin crawled. Every nerve stood on edge, screaming without sound.

You didn’t need to be told.

Something was here.

Juyeon stood, slow and tense, his nostrils flaring. “Do you feel that?”

Hyunjae cursed under his breath. The rest followed—moving to the living room area like predators sensing a presence they couldn’t see but felt, crawling just beneath their skin.

Sangyeon’s expression darkened. Jacob’s shoulders locked tight.

“Something is here…” Changmin’s voice cracked. “It’s here. How?!”

Then—

Pressure.

Invisible fingers, ice-cold, crawling up the back of your neck. You jerked around.

Nothing.

But the pressure stayed.

And then you heard it.

Not a sound. Not through your ears.

A woman’s voice, like wet silk dragged over your mind: “Little human...”

Your knees buckled. You gripped your head, trying to erase the pain inside.

“(Y/N)?” Sunwoo turned at you instantly. “What’s wrong?”

“You touched what was mine.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You felt shivers down your spine and the pain was still there inside your head, so you gripped it more. All eyes were on you now.

“You healed him. Fed him. Marked him with your warmth.”

“Talk to me!” Sunwoo grabbed your shoulders, eyes wide with fear. “(Y/N) look at me!”

You tried to speak, but your throat closed up. You could barely breathe. The whisper came again—closer this time, like breath brushing the shell of your ear.

“You should’ve let him die.”

“You warmed the wolf. You will burn with him.”

A scream tore out of your throat. You clutched your head tightly. The fireplace exploded—embers bursting like sparks across the room. The lights surged, then blew out completely.

“MOVE!” Sangyeon roared.

“They’ve decided to protect you.”

Your blood turned to ice.

“Let them try.”

“It’s—she’s—she’s in my head—!”

Sunwoo's eyes blazed, horror and rage flooding them at once.

The fire hissed. The flames turned an unnatural green for a flicker of a second. A low, vibrating growl tore from Sunwoo’s chest. Everyone turned to him at once.

“Sunwoo—” Younghoon started, eyes wide.

But it was too late.

Sunwoo growled, low and feral.

Then he broke.

The sound that tore from him was not human. Not close. It was primal. A warning that didn’t need translation.

A violent shift overtook him.

His clothes split at the seams. His spine curved back, bones snapping, fur tearing through skin in bursts of black and silver. His hands clawed the floor before reforming into paws. Muscles rippled under fur. Eyes burned gold like twin suns in the dark.

It was fast, violent.

But it was beautiful.

And in the next heartbeat—he wasn’t a boy anymore. He was a massive wolf. A monster.

Your monster.

Snarling. Protecting. Ready to kill.

The others instinctively took a step back. Juyeon clenched his fists. Eric let out a sharp breath. Younghoon’s hands trembled.

But they held back.

Only Sunwoo had shifted.

Only he couldn’t control it right now.

Because the voice was still with you. Still whispering.

“He’ll die trying to protect you.”

“And you’ll watch it happen.”

That made you let out a sob, and that was it—

Sunwoo snapped.

He let out a deafening roar and lunged across the room—slamming into the wall where the scent was strongest, claws raking wood, his body bristling with rage. He was trying to fight something that wasn’t physically there.

Younghoon stepped forward. “(Y/N)—”

“Don’t move,” Juyeon hissed. “It’s testing her.”

Sangyeon’s voice rang out, cutting. “It made contact with her.”

“Through her mind,” Jacob murmured, his voice hollow. “Directly.”

“She’s marked now,” Chanhee said softly but his voice trembling. “Really marked.”

Sunwoo turned his head slowly toward you, massive body trembling with restrained fury.

His eyes—still golden, still burning—locked on yours.

You knelt slowly, breath shaking, reaching out.

Sunwoo stepped forward and pressed his forehead to yours, fur hot against your skin. You hugged him. Gently brushing hands through his fur.

“I’m okay,” you whispered. You weren’t. But you needed him to believe it. “I’m okay, Sunwoo…”

He growled low, reluctant to believe you.

The fire returned to normal.

The lights stuttered, then came back.

The chill faded, but not fully.

Because something had entered the house. Something had spoken through you. And it had provoked the one wolf who couldn’t watch you suffer.

***

The air had shifted.

The cold tension from earlier—the suffocating pressure, the unnatural presence—was gone now. What lingered was a heavy silence, but it was real. Human. Bearable.

You exhaled shakily, your breath no longer fogging in the air. Even the lights, though dimmed, had steadied.

And in front of you, Sunwoo still stood.

Still in his wolf form.

His chest rose and fell rapidly with the aftershock of adrenaline. Tufts of black and silver fur trembled with every breath. His glowing eyes—once wild and fierce—were slowly softening as he pressed closer to you, his body trembling not from rage now, but exhaustion.

Your hand moved gently through the thick fur at his shoulder, and that’s when you noticed—

The bandages were gone. Torn off, shredded during his transformation.

You drew in a breath. “Oh, Sunwoo…”

He was still injured.

“Let’s get you back,” Chanhee said softly, approaching with steady steps. His tone was gentle, like one might use with a spooked animal. “You need to lie down. You shifted too fast… You weren’t ready.”

Sunwoo whined but didn’t resist as Chanhee guided him with careful touches. The others instinctively cleared a path, watching in silence as the massive wolf limped slightly, following Chanhee out of the living room. A faint smear of blood was visible on the floor where his side brushed past the wall.

You swallowed, guilt creeping in like a whisper.

He’d shifted because of you. Because he thought you were in danger. And now he was hurting again.

I’m sorry, you wanted to say.

But it wasn’t the time.

As soon as Sunwoo disappeared into the hallway, the living room shifted again—tension coiling tight like a wire.

Sangyeon was still standing, his face grave.

The others gathered instinctively into a circle, no longer posturing, but planning. Serious.

Changmin was the first to speak. “How the hell did it get in?” His voice was sharp, quiet with tension. “We’re under spell protection. Nothing that strong should’ve been able to cross the border of our basecamp, let alone reach her like that.”

You saw the way his brows furrowed. Not just concerned—afraid.

Hyunjae exhaled through his nose. “The spell isn’t broken.”

Haknyeon turned to him. “You’re sure?”

“If it were?” Hyunjae’s eyes flicked to the fireplace. “We’d be standing in ashes right now. The whole place would’ve gone.”

That silence again.

Hyunjae glanced toward you, jaw tight. “It didn’t break through the barrier. It didn’t come in. It… already marked her.”

Your heart skipped.

“What?”

“You said it spoke to you. Reached into your head. That means the connection was already there,” Hyunjae said. “This wasn’t a random attack.”

He looked you dead in the eyes.

“It was probably had its eye on you for a while.”

The words hit like cold water.

Younghoon ran a hand through his hair. “So… it tagged her before she even came here?”

“Probably the moment she pulled Sunwoo off the forest floor,” Haknyeon muttered. “It must’ve followed the scent trail, saw her as interference.”

A heavy beat passed.

“I was already marked…” you whispered, more to yourself than anyone. “From the beginning.”

Younghoon, walking closer to you and sat down beside you, then he spoke, “it’s a good thing you’re here.”

You looked over at him.

“If (Y/N) were alone in her house,” Jacob muttered, his voice low, “with no protections, no wards, no one nearby…” He paused. “That wouldn’t have been a warning. It would’ve been… a kill.”

A chill ran through you.

“It couldn’t cross here,” Juyeon added, watching you carefully. “All it could do was… scare you. Test their mark on you. That’s what that was.”

“Then it’s bound by the same rules,” Sangyeon said. “At least for now.”

You sat back slowly, wrapping your arms around your knees, grounding yourself with the weight of what they were saying.

It hadn’t just sensed you tonight.

It had chosen you.

And now… you weren’t just a bystander. You were bait. A symbol. A target.

And still, part of you felt thankful.

Because if you were not here, if you’d been alone at home, in the dark, with nothing, you weren’t sure you’d be breathing now.

***

You lingered outside Sunwoo’s door for a moment, hand hovering just shy of knocking.

The hallway was still. The echoes of the conversation from the living room had dulled behind you, leaving only the sound of your own heartbeat.

Then, the door opened softly.

Chanhee stepped out just as you approached. His face was calm, but his eyes flicked to yours with something like concern, and something else. Relief. Like he’d been holding his breath.

“He’s not asleep,” he said softly, voice barely above a whisper. “But… He’s not agitated anymore.” A pause, then— “…I think he needs you.”

Your heart squeezed at the words.

When Chanhee left, you slipped inside his room and closed the door behind.

He was on the bed.

Half-covered by the sheets, bare from the waist up, a web of clean white bandages wrapped across his chest and around his shoulder. The lines of his muscles were drawn taut beneath his skin, not with strength but tension. Like someone mid-flinch, waiting for another blow.

Sunwoo leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the wall across from him. He wasn’t blinking. Wasn’t breathing deeply. He looked like someone caught halfway between fight and flight, with nowhere left to run.

Even as you stepped closer, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

But just as you reached the side of the bed—

His hand shot out.

And he caught yours.

Not roughly. Not desperately.

But tightly. Like instinct. Like a drowning man clinging to the first real thing he’s touched in hours.

His fingers curled around yours—firm and shaking—as if reassuring himself that you were really there. That you hadn’t disappeared. That he hadn’t lost you.

You sat down slowly beside him. The mattress dipped under your weight, and finally—finally—he turned his head. Only a little. Just enough to look at your joined hands. Just enough to see you.

“I’m sorry,” you said, quietly. “I didn’t mean to make it worse. You were already hurt and I—”

“No,” he rasped. “Don’t say that…”

Sunwoo’s voice was hoarse. Worn thin from growls and shouting and screaming into the void. His throat felt raw—but the pain didn’t matter. Only this did.

“I dragged you into this,” he said, eyes still fixed on the wall.

“Sunwoo…”

His grip on your hand tightened. “That thing—that thing knew you now. Spoke through you. Hurt you. Because of me. Because I was too fucking stupid.”

He finally looked at you.

And something in his eyes shattered you.

Guilt. Fear. Regret. And beneath all that—pure, undiluted panic. He hadn’t realized just how much he cared until he thought he might lose you.

He had seen your body trembled. Had smelled you—your scent—filling the air. And in that moment, everything inside him collapsed into one blinding, paralyzing thought:

I can’t lose her. Not her.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, like the words physically hurt to say.

“I just wanted to find it before it found anyone else. I thought if I tracked it down alone, I could stop it before the rest of the pack got dragged in.” A bitter, dry laugh escaped him. “Turns out I just made everything worse. You got pulled into this. Hurt. Marked. Because of me.”

You didn’t speak. You just moved.

Gently, you leaned forward. Wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a warm hug.

It wasn’t a rushed hug. It was a slow, deliberate embrace—like you were trying to gather every broken piece of him and hold it still.

His breath hitched. He froze.

For one aching second, he didn’t know what to do. He’d been clawing at the edges of panic for hours, trying to brace himself against the weight of what he might’ve caused. And now—your arms were around him. Soft. Real. Warm.

His free hand hovered in the air… then settled at your back. Carefully. Hesitantly. As if afraid he would hold you too tight.

“I’m okay now,” you whispered, resting your chin against his bare shoulder. “You’re here. I’m here. That’s what matters right now.”

Your voice calmed him.

He leaned his head, buried it close to your neck. He closed his eyes, and for the first time in what felt like years, he let himself breathe.

Sunwoo nuzzled his face on your neck as he breathed in your scent, deeply. It triggered something inside him when he inhaled it. His pillowy lips grazed your neck softly.

Your heartbeat was steady against his chest. His was not.

His heartbeat was fast beneath the bandages. Too fast.

The storm inside him was still there.

“I thought I lost you,” he rasped on your neck.

You loosened your grip on him just enough to looked at him. At his face. His eyes were glassy now. No longer burning gold—just normal, raw.

“I lost control,” he said, like the words physically pained him. “I shifted in front of you. I could’ve hurt you.” He looked away, jaw flexing.

“But I'm not hurt,” you whispered as you reached out and touched his cheek. “... Sunwoo, you just wanted to protect me.”

Something in him broke then.

He leaned forward slowly, resting his forehead against yours. His breath ghosted across your lips, uneven and warm. You could feel how hard his chest rose and fell. The tension in him—physical and emotional—coiled so tight he was practically vibrating. Like he was holding something. Holding himself back to not kiss you.

“I couldn’t breathe when I saw you clutching your head and screamed in pain like that,” he murmured. “My heart just… stopped. All I could think was… if I lose you—if that thing takes you—I won’t survive it.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, dragging through the still-damp strands.

“I’m right here, Sunwoo…” you whispered again, reassuring him.

He moved then.

Not roughly. But with intention.

His hand came to the back of your neck, guiding you closer until your noses brushed. He didn’t kiss you—not yet. He just lingered there, breathing you in like he was trying to memorize your existence. His other hand pressed against the small of your back, pulling you closer gently. The blanket shifted with your weight, baring more of the line between his chest and stomach, heat radiating from his skin.

Your heartbeat pounded in time with his.

His eyes locked on your lips now. His mind fogged, overtaken by desire. He could feel the heat rose inside his body.

A primal thought struck him—he wanted to kiss you, hard and hungry, like he’d been starving for you forever. He needed your mouth on his, needed to devour and be devoured.

Your fingers slid over his shoulders, feeling the curve of muscle, the warmth of his skin under your palms.

“Sunwoo… I thought I was going to break apart,” you admitted. “But when you were shifted in front of me… I wasn’t afraid anymore.”

He let out a shaky breath.

Then finally—finally—he captured your lips.

He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

It was torturing him inside.

And you kissed him back. He melted into it.

The kiss was soft at first. Hesitant. But it deepened quickly, hungry with emotion. Not just want—but need.

He kissed like he’d nearly lost you. Like he was terrified of ever feeling that again. His mouth moved against yours with reverence, with restraint—but the kind that burned.

Your hands slid down his chest, feeling the scars of what he'd endured.

He pulled back just slightly, lips brushing yours.

“I don’t want to scare you,” he whispered, voice cracking. “But I don’t think I can pretend anymore. This isn’t just instinct. It’s more. You’re more.”

Your breath hitched.

“You don’t scare me,” you said, pressing your forehead to his again while panting softly. “I feel safest with you...”

His arms tightened around you as he kissed you again. Deeper this time, like he couldn’t get close enough, like kissing you was the only way to stay alive.

Each press of his plump lips grew rougher, needier, like something inside him had snapped, like he'd been holding back for too long. His hands gripped your waist, your back, like he was afraid you'd vanish if he let go.

He didn’t just kiss you—he devoured you, every breath stolen, every second heavier with heat, with hunger, with something that tasted too much like love to be denied.

You broke the kiss, gently. Your hands sliding to his chest.

And he leaned in again, his lips wanted to chased yours, drawn by instinct as he didn’t want it to stop. He wanted more. But you pressed your palm lightly against the warm skin over his bandages, a quiet reminder.

“Hey,” you whispered with a small, breathless smile. “You’re still injured.”

He blinked, like he’d just remembered. Like he hadn’t even noticed the pain until you spoke it aloud.

“I don’t want you moving too much,” you added softly. Your voice held no scolding—only concern. A trembling tenderness.

Sunwoo let out a low, reluctant sigh, head dropping to rest against your collarbone.

“Right,” he mumbled to your skin. “…but you make it really hard to be careful.”

You laughed, the sound small but real. “Guess you’ll just have to heal fast.”

He lifted his head and smiled. Not a full smile. But it was the first one you’d seen since the nightmare began.

Sunwoo pulled you into a hug as he plopped his face in the crook of your neck.

And for now… it was enough.

He didn’t want to let go. Neither did you.

Right now, there was only this.

Only him.

Only you.

***

The living room had settled into a heavy silence again. The storm had passed, but the air still felt thick with unspoken thoughts.

Changmin was the first to break the silence.

“There’s something wrong with him.”

Everyone turned.

He sat cross-legged on the floor near the couch, a thoughtful frown etched deep between his brows. “Sunwoo. He’s… off.”

Hyunjae arched a brow. “He literally tore through a full-body shift with half-healed injuries. Of course he’s off.”

Changmin shook his head slowly. “No, I mean… emotionally. The way he reacted earlier. It wasn’t just rage or pain.”

Eric looked uneasy. “Yeah. I felt it too, never seen him lose it like that before. I mean… I’ve barely had my awakening, and I can keep my cool better than that.”

“You think it’s the veilwalker’s influence?” Kevin asked, voice low.

“No,” Changmin said. “I think it’s her. (Y/N).”

A pause.

Younghoon stiffened where he sat.

Haknyeon frowned. “You mean… because she’s the one who saved him?”

“That could be it,” Jacob said quickly, trying to sound casual. “It’s not uncommon for trauma bonds to form in life-or-death situations. He was wounded, she took care of him. Saving his life. It makes sense.”

“Maybe.” Juyeon said, but his eyebrows knitted.

And Changmin didn’t look convinced.

“I know Sunwoo,” he said slowly, eyes narrowing. “I’ve known him a long time. He never cares about anyone unless it’s about our pack. But that look in his eyes—that fear? That desperation when she screamed? I’ve never seen that from him before. Not even for us.”

No one replied.

And then—soft footsteps.

Chanhee walked in from the hallway, arms crossed, an unreadable look on his face.

“You’re talking about Sunwoo?” he asked.

Everyone nodded.

Chanhee sighed and moved to sit on the arm of the couch. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but… when I was rewrapping his bandages earlier, he said something weird.”

Sangyeon’s eyes sharpened. “What did he say?”

Chanhee looked down, his voice quiet but clear.

“He said (Y/N)’s scent always driving him crazy.”

Haknyeon blinked. “What?”

“He said he couldn’t think straight when she was nearby. That he was restless, couldn’t focus. Like something inside him was reacting, and he didn’t know why.”

A weight dropped into the room.

Even the fire seemed to pause.

And that was when Sangyeon sat up straighter, his expression darkening as something seemed to settle behind his eyes. Slowly, he exhaled.

“…Oh.”

Juyeon glanced over. “Oh?”

Sangyeon looked at him. At all of them.

Then he said it.

“He imprinted her.”

The word landed like a dropped blade. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then Kevin slowly sat forward, eyes wide. “Are you serious?”

Hyunjae slowly sat up straighter. “But that’s… sacred.”

“It adds up,” Sangyeon said, voice grave. “The protectiveness. The anger. The way his instincts took over. His reaction to her pain. The scent sensitivity. The mental unrest. If you combine that…”

He trailed off.

“Wait—” Eric looked between them all, confused. “I thought imprinting was rare. Like, super rare.”

“It is,” Haknyeon replied. “From what I know, it doesn’t happen unless the bond is absolute. Life-altering. Soul-deep. When the wolf's instincts are guided by profound love, not just hunger.”

“And usually not without the wolf realizing it,” Hyunjae added, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I guess… with Sunwoo, he probably didn’t notice. Or maybe he’s just been fighting it.”

Chanhee tilted his head. “Fighting it… or not understanding what it means.”

Jacob nodded. “I think the wolf knows before the man does.”

“It’s an unbreakable bond.” Sangyeon continued, “formed at the most instinctual level. Not chosen. Fated. His need to protect her isn’t just emotional—it’s primal. It goes beyond logic. His body and soul recognized her as his. Even before his mind caught up.”

No one spoke.

Because they all felt it.

The moment you screamed.

The way Sunwoo snapped.

The way his wolf took over—even when he was still half injured.

Eric’s voice came out in a whisper. “So (Y/N) is… his mate?”

“She’s his imprint,” Sangyeon clarified. “Matehood comes later—if it’s mutual. But imprinting is the beginning of it. The seed. The soul’s vow.”

All heads turned slowly to Younghoon.

He hadn’t moved.

His eyes were locked on the floor.

“...Younghoon?” Juyeon asked cautiously.

Younghoon looked up, and for the first time, there was a flicker of fear in his eyes.

Real, visceral.

“She’s marked by the veilwalker,” he said slowly. “And now you’re saying she’s also… imprinted on by Sunwoo?”

The silence was answer enough.

Younghoon’s jaw clenched. His hands were clenched in his lap. His heart felt like it was being wrung in silence. Because the moment Sangyeon said it, he knew it was true. He knew.

All the signs.

Sunwoo’s growing unrest. His raw protectiveness. The way his voice broke when he said your name. The look in his eyes when you were on the floor, screaming.

It wasn’t coincidence.

It was fate.

And it shattered something in Younghoon.

Not because he was angry. But because he had hoped. He had quietly, selfishly hoped that maybe—just maybe—he could be the one to keep you safe. To mean something to you.

But you were already meant for someone else.

And that someone was Sunwoo. The boy who hadn’t even realized it yet.

Chanhee glanced over at Younghoon, then paused, eyes softening slightly.

Everyone had fallen quiet again. Because now, it all made sense. Why the veilwalker had targeted your mind. Why Sunwoo couldn’t hold back the shift. Why the wolf had risen first—before the man could even breathe.

It wasn’t just about survival.

It was the bond.

The one word none of them had wanted to say—

But couldn’t deny anymore.

Sunwoo had imprinted on you.

And that changed everything.

***

Chap. 4

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[aimportantdragoncollector]

A continuation of my AU where a stray werewolf spread around vials of werewolf venom to the human population.

One of the vials got sold by the family holding on it. It passed through many hands. Eventually it got sold to a distant small island ruled by an emperor. The humans living there had never even encountered werewolves. They only knew that this potion was supposed to cure any illness and bestow great power. The vial was offered to a gravely ill emperor who decided the mystery cure was worth a try.

This particular emperor was better than average but not a great legend. He ruled competently and tried to do his best for his nation. He was not a genius, he just maintained the status quo. He was not cruel and he did not start pointless conflict. That made him better than most. But he was raised to think he was better than everyone else and he certainly had servants held in some degree of bondage (slavery or indentured servitude depending on the time period/place.) Before his transformation, he was ill for a long time in a society without effective painkillers. So the servants were used to him being short tempered and snappy. He wasn’t hitting them but he did shout a lot. The crack in this AU comes from the servants’ confusion when the emperor suddenly develops in werewolf decency. For example:

“Help, the emperor asked my name today and wanted me to talk about my day. I think he might be trying to have sex with me? What, he’s doing it to everyone?!”

“The emperor told me that I was too skinny and wanted me to eat his dinner. I hinted he already has a poison tester, so he took some bites to show it was safe then made me eat it.”

“Yesterday I blocked the emperor’s path while carrying some boxes. He waited for me to finish without me noticing him. I’m worried it’s a trap and he’ll be coming to punish me tomorrow.”

“I was feeling ill during my cleaning duties so the emperor told me to lie down while he cleaned his own room.”

“I think our emperor died of his illness and some demon possessed his body. But would that be so bad if it was a very nice demon? Maybe we should just pretend not to see anything.”

While this is going on, naturally the emperor planned on sharing the gift with his entire country. He loved his entire country and a werewolf wants to bite what they love.

He had the disadvantage of being the only werewolf for a very long distance, but the advantage of dictatorial power. He was smart enough to first focus on turning all the most powerful people. Instead of proximity or even affection, he focused all his efforts on securing anyone who might be able to remove him from power. He would use any means to get them near enough to sink his fangs in, since they’d all forgive him afterward: lie about a national crisis, poison their drinks with venom, even pretending to take hostages. They’d know he didn’t mean it afterward. He had one rebellious noble who had been a pain for a long time so he turned the man’s daughter and sent her back home to get him.

By tradition the emperor had a harem but his illness had killed his sex drive. This created an awkward situation where sexism hurts both parties because people in this society expected a man to always want sex. The harem felt ugly and unattractive and the emperor felt unmanly. After transformation the emperor also freaked people out by cheerfully releasing the entire harem into other relationships or professions saying “harems are a stupid idea, I can’t give attention to that many people”. One was having an affair with a servant and when he found out he paid for their wedding.

Also there were a lot of rumors about the emperor being gay because of the inattention to the harem. Several important men who got dragged into private conferences with the emperor thought they were about to get ravished but they just got bitten instead. At least one was extremely disappointed.

Once the emperor had secured control over the country (and even more servants had been very confused) he made a public announcement about how he’d been granted a gift from the gods. He turned the top priests first to ensure that the local religion would back his claim. Also he was using werewolf powers to increase the fertility of the land so everyone would see this as a great blessing. Then he started offering the transformation to people as fast as the current werewolves could bite.

One very clever thing the emperor did: he pretended this transformation was a blessing from the gods so it could strike randomly. As a result he didn’t have to worry too much about consent. If he wants to turn a village, he can just send them food laced with venom. And if anyone has any complaints, they can take it up with the gods who clearly caused this. Not that people ever complained after the transformation.

After the emperor finished converting the population, he didn’t try to keep the pack leader position. He could have been the strongest candidate since he did a good job on the transition, but by that point he was tired of dealing with people and wanted to relax. He decided to retire from leadership and focus on his true passion in life, building clocks.

In this case the new werewolves had no conflict with the original pack, since they both believed in turning people against their will, and merged when they later met up. It was such an easy victory for the werewolves they could almost forgive all the pain of those vials spread around.

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theirs to share

a/n : jjk characters not mine. contains heavy lemons / mature scenes as the story progresses. reverse harem. femoc x nanami/geto/gojo. jjk alternate au. Wattpad Link : Theirs to Share || Story Masterlist : Jujutsu Kaisen

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FORTYTHREE

Mei Mei’s room had been transformed into a glamorous sleepover haven—plush pillows tossed across the floor, soft lighting casting a warm glow, and the smell of fruity skincare products mingling with a hint of sweet rosé.

You, Mei Mei, Utahime, and Shoko lounged around in cute, sexy pajamas—lace trim, silky fabrics, off-shoulder tops, and playful shorts showing just the right amount of skin. Naturally, selfies happened. Girly, flirty, and slightly dangerous selfies. There were pouty lips, wink combos, full glam skincare mask shots, and more than a few over-the-shoulder peeks that would have had your men scrambling for a photo confiscation mission.

Braiding each other's hair turned into an art form. Shoko somehow managed to make a perfect fishtail braid while sipping her drink. Utahime was struggling, tongue poked out in concentration, working on Mei Mei’s hair with the precision of a heart surgeon. You? You were laughing too hard at everyone to do much besides pass the hair ties and refill the drinks.

Snacks were everywhere—cheese platters, chocolates, dried fruits, and chips. Mei Mei had brought out a low-proof but very effective cocktail mix that tasted like juice but burned like secrets when you least expected it.

“I still can’t believe you’re in a full-blown relationship with three men,” Utahime finally huffed, folding her arms dramatically. “How does it even work? Like, logistically? Emotionally? Do they—do they all talk about you? At the same time?”

Mei Mei didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, they do more than talk, darling. But that’s for our nightly group chat, not this conversation.” She winked, sipping casually as Utahime’s face flared crimson.

“I regret asking,” Utahime muttered, cheeks puffed and pink.

“Do you?” Shoko deadpanned, already mid-refill of your drink. “Because you’re asking like a woman who has a fantasy waiting to be unlocked.”

You couldn’t stop giggling as Mei Mei flopped onto her side, kicking her legs lazily in the air. “Seriously, though. Spill. Give us one good detail before I start texting them for intel.”

Your mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. “I—Mei Mei!”

“C’mon,” Shoko added with a smirk. “We’ve been so supportive. At least let us live vicariously.”

You groaned, hiding your face behind a cushion as they closed in on you, practically in sync.

“Okay, okay!” you burst out laughing. “Just—don’t judge me!”

“Never,” Mei Mei said sweetly, while obviously preparing for chaos.

You shyly mumbled something about a pool. The three of them paused.

Utahime’s jaw dropped.

“You—YOU?! In a pool?! Skinny dipping?! With GOJO?!”

“And the other two weren’t even there!?” Mei Mei gasped dramatically, clutching at her non-existent pearls.

“Give it time,” Shoko said smugly, nudging her glass your way. “I have faith.”

You threw the cushion at her.

“You’re all evil,” you laughed.

“And you’re glowing,” Mei Mei shot back, all fake innocence. “So, maybe you should keep making bad decisions in cute swimsuits.”

Utahime shook her head, defeated but smiling. “You’re too far gone. The three of them broke you. And here I am, still single, because every guy I meet is either annoying, too loud, or just doesn’t get it.”

“We can set you up,” you said innocently.

“No.” Utahime’s reply was instant.

Mei Mei clapped her hands once. “Ooooh, challenge accepted.”

Utahime immediately regretted attending.

“Alright,” Mei Mei said, flicking her braid over her shoulder and propping herself up on one elbow like she was hosting her own late-night talk show. “It’s time. Spill the juicy bits. We want the tea, the stats, the facts.”

You choked on your drink. “What kind of stats are we talking about here?”

“Sizes,” she said without blinking. “Rank them.”

Utahime let out a noise that sounded somewhere between a gasp and a dying bird.

“Mei Mei!” she hissed.

Mei Mei just shrugged and gave you a predatory grin. “You’ve got Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, and Nanami Kento all wrapped around your finger. It would be criminal not to ask.”

You blushed so hard your skin matched your cherry lip mask, but with three pairs of expectant eyes on you (and a very loud Shoko going “yeah, c’mon, spill it”), you caved.

“Well…” you trailed off. “Okay, so—Satoru’s is… a little scary at first. Like, you think, ‘oh, he’s lanky and lean, probably average’ and then boom—plot twist. Man’s packing like he’s making up for the blindfold.”

Mei Mei snorted into her drink. “I knew it.”

“Suguru,” you continued, “is thick. Not as long as Satoru – but still big, but more girth, and he knows how to use it. He’s always gentle at first, but once he’s in the mood… I mean.”

You waved vaguely, unable to find words as Utahime covered her ears and whimpered.

“And Nanami?” Shoko asked lazily.

You laughed. “Big. He’s got the best curve. Like, I don’t know how it’s even fair. It’s like he was designed to hit every sensitive spot at once. He’s deceptively quiet, but…” You trailed off again, cheeks burning.

Shoko raised her drink. “To variety.”

“To dying from blushing,” Utahime muttered.

Mei Mei was already gearing up again. “Alright, next question. Which one’s your favorite?”

You opened your mouth, then paused. That was harder.

“They’re all so different,” you said honestly. “Satoru’s wild and intense and always knows how to make me lose control, crazy stamina. Suguru is passionate and sensual and he makes everything feel sacred, intense and mind-blowing slow pace like I could literally feel every fucking inch. Kento  is… commanding, with so much control and power. He’s strong and precise and so focused on me that I can’t help falling harder every time.”

You smiled softly. “So yeah, I love them equally. Just in different ways.”

“Ugh,” Mei Mei grinned. “That’s disgustingly sweet. Okay, last round before Utahime dies of secondhand fluster. Positions. Go.”

Utahime immediately reached for a pillow and screamed into it.

You, on the other hand, were biting your lip, trying to decide where to start.

“Well… Satoru’s adventurous. Anywhere, anytime. Up against the wall, in the shower, poolside, balcony—he gets a thrill from being caught.”

“Of course he does,” Shoko muttered with a laugh.

“Suguru loves slow, intimate positions,” you said. “Face to face, lots of kissing, but he’s also into bending me over desks and tables when he gets really into it.”

Mei Mei raised her eyebrows. “Oho.”

“Kento…” You giggled. “He’s the kind who’ll start slow—spooning, missionary—but if you rile him up? He’ll flip me over in a second and make me see stars.”

Utahime fell flat on the floor with a loud groan. “I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW THAT.”

“You asked!” you laughed.

“I did not! Mei Mei asked and you just—answered!”

Mei Mei looked smug. “And now we’re better for it.”

Utahime flailed dramatically on the carpet while Shoko toasted you with her glass. “Best girls’ night ever.”

Shoko leaned back, eyes half-lidded and tone deceptively casual. “Okay, but which one riles you up the most? Like, who gets under your skin and just… flips the switch?”

You froze mid-sip of your drink, gaze drifting unfocused into the distance.

Mei Mei blinked. “Oh no. Shoko just asked the question. Look at her. She’s gone. She’s not even here anymore.”

Utahime waved her hand in front of your face. “Hey—hey! Don’t go there!”

You snapped back into the moment, heat blooming across your face as the three girls stared at you, expectant and entertained.

“S-sorry,” you stammered. “I just… okay. Um.”

You fiddled with your glass, cheeks red as you finally admitted, “Satoru’s into overstimulation. He lives for it. He wants me crying from how many times I’ve come, and he’s got the stamina to make it happen.”

Shoko hummed. “Figures. That man has no concept of limits.”

Mei Mei asks, “How many times?”

You blushed instantly and stammered, “N-nine…”

“NINE?!” Utahime gasped, face flustered that you can just see steam from her ears.

“Good girl,” Mei Mei hummed proudly. 

“Then?” Shoko followed up as she sipped her drink.

“Suguru…” You swallowed. “He’s absolutely an ass guy. Obsessed with spanking, not that I mind. He praises, grabs, bites—everything. And he’s smooth about it. Like he could make it sound poetic, until my ass is red and I’d thank him for it.”

Mei Mei gave a delighted snort. “That checks out. What about Nanami?”

You looked at her, then sighed with a soft dreamy smile. “Power, Control and Command. And hair-pulling. That man is a dom in the most dangerously professional way. And his voice? Melts me into a puddle without even being touched by his strong hands. I swear, when he gets serious? I forget how to speak.”

Utahime made a distressed wheeze and face-planted into a pillow again.

Shoko blinked, then turned to Mei Mei. “Okay, if they ever go for a quad- play, I’m gonna need to prepare a full brain restoration course.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Mei Mei said, reaching for another drink. “She’ll be lucky if she remembers her name afterward.”

Shoko tapped her temple. “Mental technique. I’m learning it now. We’ll just reboot her like a cursed iPhone.”

You wheezed out a laugh, holding your stomach.

Utahime’s voice was muffled from under the pillow. “I hate all of you.”

Mei Mei grinned. “We love you too.”

Mei Mei plucked a cherry from the snack platter, leaned back with a devilish smirk, and said with a glint in her eye, “Alright, we’re already in this deep—now spill. Tell us about each of them. One by one. The full fantasy package. I want the best parts. Every. Single. One.”

You stared at her. “You’re seriously invested.”

“Deeply,” Mei Mei replied. “Your love life is my entertainment now. Don’t deprive me.”

Shoko held up her glass in a toast. “To our girl’s thriving and very active love life.”

Utahime looked like she was going to pass out. “Shoko. Don’t encourage her!”

“I’m being supportive,” Shoko replied. “And nosy.”

You laughed nervously, already pink in the cheeks. “Okay, okay… let’s start with Satoru.”

Mei Mei leaned forward, looking too pleased. “Yesss, the chaos incarnate.”

You took a deep breath. “He’s intense. Playful, flirty, dramatic—but when it comes down to it? He’s feral. Like, he enjoys teasing me until I’m a mess, and then he’ll just keep going. And the way he talks—he uses his voice like a weapon. He’ll be all soft and dirty, whispering exactly what he’s doing to me as he’s doing it. Doesn’t even stop after every mind-blowing orgasm, he fucking lives for it. And crazy fucking stamina, he just keeps going.”

Shoko nodded, totally unfazed. “Weaponized voice. Well-oiled machine. Sounds like him.”

“He likes positions where he can see everything. Loves making eye contact while I lose it. Loves making me sit on his face. And he’ll praise and tease at the same time. Like—‘Look at you, baby. Such a mess for me.’”

Utahime’s eyes bulged. “OH MY GOD.”

Mei Mei fanned herself dramatically. “Gojo ‘menace’ Satoru… I knew it. He's probably got a secret rating system for how many times he can make you come in one night.”

You grinned sheepishly. “Probably. But then there’s Suguru…”

You drifted off for a moment with a dreamy smile before continuing. “Suguru is the smoothest man alive. Like, sensual and slow—but every move feels like he’s planning to destroy me. He’s all about worship. Kisses everywhere. And his hands? Magic. Like he knows how to undo me with a single drag down my spine.”

Shoko raised an eyebrow. “Suguru definitely gives ‘slow burn until you combust’ vibes.”

“And he loves marking me,” you admitted. “Not just with hickeys—but scratching, biting, everything. I’ll find little bruises and be like, oh—that was Suguru. Loves to imprint his hands on my ass or grabs them at every chance he gets.”

Utahime covered her ears. “La la la I’m not listening—!”

Mei Mei grinned wickedly. “I bet he looks smug as hell when he sees them.”

“Oh, absolutely. He’ll kiss each one like a signature.”

Mei Mei dramatically placed her hand over her heart. “What a poetic menace.”

You took a sip of your drink to cool down. “Then there’s Kento…”

Shoko blinked. “Let me guess—dom energy?”

“Oh my god, yes,” you breathed. “He’s commanding, composed—but when he snaps? There’s this tone he uses, so serious, so deep… and you listen and obey without question. Like your knees go weak. He’s all about control, but not in a mean way—it’s purposeful. Like he’s making sure you feel everything.”

Mei Mei bit into a strawberry. “That man screams ‘I schedule your orgasms.’”

Utahime squeaked. “MEI MEI?!”

“Am I wrong?” Mei Mei replied with a smirk.

You giggled. “Not even a little. He pulls my hair sometimes too—in a delicious sensual way that I didn’t think possible. And those muscles, they’re not for show. And he knows exactly how to make me fall apart. Every touch, every motion—it’s precision warfare.”

Shoko nodded approvingly. “That tracks. He’s probably the most dangerous one.”

“I didn’t even know I had a hair-pulling kink until Nanami Kento,” you whispered.

Utahime’s face was buried in a pillow again, yelling muffled words you couldn’t make out.

“Okay,” Mei Mei said, crossing her legs. “So… Satoru’s the overstimulation king, Suguru is the sensual destroyer, and Nanami’s the dom precision master.”

You covered your face. “This is embarrassing…”

Mei Mei grinned. “This is GOLD.”

Shoko smirked. “Honestly, I’m invested.”

Utahime lifted her head just to say, “You’re all monsters,” before collapsing again.

Mei Mei leaned closer. “So… when are you letting all three of them have you together?”

You choked on your drink.

“Mei Mei!” you gasped.

“Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it,” she said casually. “We saw your face earlier when Shoko asked who riles you the most.”

Shoko added helpfully, “Yeah. You ascended. You might as well spill.”

You groaned into your hands. “I have thought about it, okay?!”

Mei Mei’s eyes sparkled. “Of course you have.”

Shoko grinned. “Mental health will need backup.”

“I don’t even know if I’d survive,” you muttered.

Mei Mei raised her glass. “To dying by the hands of three beautiful, dangerous men.”

Utahime finally whimpered, “This was supposed to be skin care night…”