#sour harem

[nightmareb1tch]

Oh, my God, Larry from the adventures of Gumball's partner Sour? Please let him be the one to get the approval from Daishinkan! 👏👉👈 (Larry is my totem animal, Larry is me) /// Larry: :/

Daishinkan:

Larry:

Daishinkan:

Larry: I've survived Karen, and the apocalypse, I work in convenience stores 24/0, and I apologize if I'm not using the "voice of customer service" to lick your ass right now for our communication

Larry, ignoring the high angelic energy emanating from Daishinkan: I am ready to fight you hand-to-hand. I am also ready to die.

Daishinkan: Hmm.

// Mojito, watching from afar, approaches Saurus: what the hell is going on?

Whis: I marvel at Larry's bravery, he's not dead yet. What's the record of his presence next to Father?

Sour: 30 minutes? I got a little lost in time watching them

Mojito: wow, more than Muse's 3 minutes.

Whis: Father is calm.

Daishinkan blinks calmly, moving, Larry flinches, Angel looks at his children and slowly walks out of the room. Sour feels Father's mental touch, the others see his small smirk.

Sour walks over to Larry, taking him in his arms and twirling him around in his arms: I'm so glad!

Larry: what was that? I really was ready for a glorious battle, wasn't I?

Whis and Mojito: Father approved of you! It was the first time he didn't kick someone out of his space, and he approved of someone else's partner! And all at the same time!

Mojito: It must be hard to kill someone who's long dead inside

Sour: what is Karen?

The Angels not knowing any kind of slang is now cannon and I feel like Larry would be one of the only partners Dai would approve! Along with Muse and honestly, he would feel indifferent to Ben and Amethyst like "Who are you? Oh, you're dating my sons? Well, NVM, wait..."

[prettyngeto]

historical hoe || ryomen sukuna x f! reader

summary: 10/10 cuddle sesh ruined when you remember your man was basically for the streets in his past life. ugh, what a whore.

content: fluff, established relationship, my boy sukuna is just confused, crackfic?? idk i might make this my brand atp 😭 word count: 1k

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It started off as a nice lil cosy night. You were nestled in between Sukuna’s legs, the low hum of a movie playing in the background - neither of you were really paying attention. His fingers lazily traced circles into your hip, his chest rising and falling against your back. Realistically, you should’ve taken advantage of this rare occasion, you should’ve been basking in this softness. Because everything was fine. Perfect, even.

Until it wasn’t. 

The sudden thought hits you like a truck. How dare he? 

You stiffen instantly, expression souring as your brows knit together, lips pushing into a pout. A loud, frustrated sigh escapes you, making your displeasure very clear. Sukuna notices the dramatic shift in your mood - because, although he won’t admit it, he pays very close attention to you. His fingers still, eyes flicking down to you. “The hell’s wrong with you?”

Silence.

“Oi.”

More silence.

His crimson eyes narrow, patience slowly wearing thin. “You were fine not even 5 seconds ago. The fuck is your problem, brat?” The question is punctuated with a squeeze on your waist.

Eyes still fixed onto the TV screen, you mutter something under your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear. 

“Hah? Stop mumbling, use your words.”

You finally look up, glaring at him with all the fury you can muster, and repeat yourself, this time loud and clear. “Whore.”

Sukuna blinks. “Excuse me.” 

“Whore.” You scoff, arms crossing.

Sukuna stares at you, clearly trying to process what the hell just came out of your mouth, brows twitching. “The fuck did you just call me?”

“You heard me, whore,” you repeat, voice dripping with betrayal as you scoot away from him like his whorish tendencies were contagious. His expression shifts from confusion to one of mild amusement. “And what exactly did I do to earn that title?”

You whipped around, eyes blazing, “OH I DON’T KNOW?? Maybe the fact that you had like 300 concubines in your past life??” 

He does nothing for a few seconds, brain still buffering before he bursts out laughing. 

Yeah, you just made Sukuna, King of Curses laugh. Truly, you would have been admiring your exceptional feat if you weren’t currently so disgusted by him. 

“Woman, there’s no way you’re mad about some shit that happened centuries ago.”

You gasp loudly, hand flying to your chest like he had just admitted to killing a room full of puppies (which, knowing him, isn’t entirely impossible - but still.) “So you’re not denying it??” 

This man(whore) just stares at you, still baffled at your outburst. “...huh?”

You, on the other hand, were on the brink of losing it. “So, you cheated on me.”

His eye twitched, “You weren’t even fucking alive at the time.” 

You just scoff, shaking your head in utter regret and disappointment, “For the streets before my birth is crazyyy.”

A deep, exhausted sigh makes your head snap up to him, your eyes narrowing as if daring him to try and speak. He would later wish he hadn’t, but alas - he did. 

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? ME? I’M the one being ridiculous?? Sorry, remind me which one of us was out there entertaining an entire fucking harem?” You rolled your eyes, the scorn in your voice evident now. He pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly tired of your antics - which, in your mind, were completely valid. 

“Babe, it was a thousand years ago.” This man really needs to learn how to shut his mouth. 

“Oh, so that makes it okay then?” You counter, eyebrows raising accusingly. 

“That’s not what I-”

“You really expect me to be out here cuddling you, knowing you were practically a historical hoe?”

His mouth drops open, at a complete loss for words - look at that, your second feat of the night that you could have been celebrating but noooo your boyfriend just had to be a bop before society even invented the word. 

“What the fuck…” 

And then it hits you. The real tragedy. Yet another scandalised gasp leaves you, your face one of pure horror.

“Oh my god,” you immediately scrambled to the opposite side of the bed, practically pressing yourself against the wall, voice dropping to a whisper. “I was laying on whore thighs.” 

He could only groan, dragging a hand down his face in absolute despair. “I swear to every god out there, I will throw you out of this fucking room.” 

“You probably used that exact line on all your concubines. You didn’t even have one. No, you had MULTIPLE. I can’t believe this. How greedy can one get.”

“Oh my fucking god.” 

You decide you've officially had enough of staring at his stupidly handsome face, so you turn your back to him, facing the wall like a petulant child. Your eyes immediately land on the pictures of you both scattered around, and you barely manage to muffle a scream. “Don’t talk to me.”

This time, his groan was accompanied by both hands dragging down his face. “You cannot be serious right now.” 

You didn’t move. You didn’t even acknowledge him. 

You were determined to see this silent treatment through. 

Sukuna exhales through his nose, closing his eyes for a brief moment to try and fathom exactly what the fuck had just happened. Before you know it, a strong arm snakes around your waist, effortlessly yanking you back into his chest. “Enough.” He murmurs. 

“No,” you grumble, still pouting. “Go back to your little harem.”

“They’re dead.”

“Oh, so now I’m just a replacement.”

He rolls his eyes, tucking your head under his chin as his thumb draws small comforting circles on your hip. “Woman, I swear-” He mumbled. “You know damn well you’re the only one I give a shit about now. Behave.” 

You mumbled something incoherent into his chest, still sulking (although the way you immediately melted in his embrace said otherwise). But when you felt his lips press against the top of your head, soft and lingering, you supposed you maybe could let this slide… for now.

“...still a whore.”

“For fuck’s sake, I should have just stayed single.”

ᯓ★ notes from star: this idea came to me during a lecture. i was fighting demons to not start writing then but i didnt want anyone seeing 😭 as always, comments and reblogs appreciated!!

also happy mauritius independence day!! 🇲🇺 prettyngeto © 2025. all rights reserved - please do not plagiarise, translate, steal and repost any of my works on any social platforms for whatever reason.

[syrupfog]

The thing about Zoro— is that he’s lost. 

What he doesn’t tell his crew is that he hasn’t always been lost. 

He remembers being a kid, remembers running after Kuina every chance he had. He was ALWAYS able to track her down, always able to find her when no one else was.

He knew the land around the dojo like the back of his hand. He HAD to, since in the beginning he was sleeping in the underbrush outside and pretending to come from the edge of the village for practice every day. 

The thing is, is he doesn’t know exactly when it changed.

It was sometime after be became a pirate hunter, he knows that. But timelines get tricky when he’s not sure if he was getting lost with Johnny and Yosaku because they were in a new land together, or if he was getting lost FROM them, outside of his control.

He doesn’t like to dwell on such things, things he clearly can’t change. During really lost moments he’s considered asking Chopper if it’s some sort of sickness, some brain problem, but then he steadies himself and pushes that thought down.

If he’s sick he’s sick, and if Chopper thought it was curable he would have already cured it. 

Robin mentioned once that she wondered if maybe the curse of his sword has something to do with it, and if that’s the case, then it doesn’t matter. He’s not getting rid of any of them.

His swords are as important to him as breathing. He would be nothing without them.

Still, sometimes, as he takes the third wrong turn in as many minutes, lost to the trees around him, his thoughts turn sour as he thinks back to Kuina.

Kuina, who he could, without fail, instinctually find. Kuina, who always gave him an exasperated look when he popped up demanding a rematch.

He never questioned it, at the time, his ability to locate her. It wasn’t a marvelous ability, it was just what needed to be done.

And now, no matter how hard he tries, the frustration gets to him as he realises his crew is out of reach. Not because they’re dead, not because they’ve been kidnapped, but just because he is fundamentally incapable of locating them. 

All these trees look the fucking same.

And he wonders what good he is, a first mate who can’t even find his crew. He wonders (not that he would ever voice these thoughts) if they see him as lesser— not in the joking way they tell him off for getting lost, but in a real, true, instinctual way.

Is he unreliable? Is he failing them? 

He growls and unsheathes Wado, letting loose a strike that chops down about twenty trees in front of him but leads only to more forest. 

Kuina had needed him and he hadn’t been there. What happens when he’s not there for his own crew?

They’re capable, but so had Kuina been. 

If Kuina had been lost, Zoro could have found her. He’s sure of it. But if his crew now were to get lost, he’d be useless to find them. 

Useless like he is right now, wandering in fucking circles while his thoughts follow the same spiral.

He knows his thoughts are getting too sour, knows he needs to center himself, so, with a growl of frustration, he plops himself down on the forest floor, cross legged, and starts to meditate. 

It takes longer to clear his mind when he’s agitated, but he breathes deep.

His crew is strong, he tells himself. They can survive without him, if needs be. If he never finds them again, they will still be safe. If it takes him three islands to find them, he will manage. 

He’s reached a place of neutrality in his mind, assurances repeating, when—

“Mosshead, are you ready to come home yet?” 

Zoro opens his eyes. 

Sanji is there. 

He’s got a cigarette in his mouth and hands on his hips, looking down at Zoro with an expression that Zoro wouldn’t SAY is fond exasperation, but he might think it.

“What are you doing out here, Cook?” Zoro asks, wary. Is there a harem in the woods he doesn’t know about? 

Sanji snorts. “Finding you, of course,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

Finding… Zoro. 

“Huh,” says Zoro.

He rises to his feet and Sanji pivots ninety degrees. “Come on,” he says. “We’re about forty minutes from the Sunny, and dinner’s going to be late at this rate.” 

He reaches back, blindly, and grabs Zoro’s wrist, pulling him forward.

Zoro looks down at his wrist as he walks, then up at Sanji. “How’d you know where I was?” He asks. 

Sanji’s not looking at him, but the smoke from his cigarette blows back in Zoro’s face. “Stupid,” he says. “I always know where you are. Your green hair is like a beacon.”

‘I always know where you are’. 

Zoro stumbles, just a little, just for a moment. 

He thinks of Kuina. Of finding Kuina. 

The hand around his wrist feels like fire. 

Zoro had… forgotten… that someone could find HIM, too.

[crowlyne]

Cant stop thinking about emperor sy au...

Thanks to sy's modern knowledge of historical palace dramas and encyclopedic knowledge of pidw along with him having max stats on luck and charisma he survived the succession war (and somehow becomes an emperor? He is still confused on how he got it. Its not that he cut down his fellow princes nor did he scheme to get the emperor position but hes the only legitimate option left). SY doesnt have any experience on ruling kingdoms however (or anything really) but thankfully SY got an economics degree in his past life so hes not a fish out of the water.

Although the imperial rule doesn't affect the cultivation world directly, they're still impacted in the form of trade and manpower. The power to empower and cripple sects is in his hands. Ever since SY declaring SJ as his long lost brother CQM received a lot of lucrative trade. SQH is appreciative but hello?? He didnt write any long lost family members on SJ! So he got curious and begged the sect leader to send him instead of SJ to meet the emperor for trade discussion, and thats how he met his fellow transmigrator.

SY made him cough up all of his authorial knowledge and found out about OPM and HHP, although its already too late to save SXY as LBH has been born. Needless to say, HHP's coffers are running thin these days. With them having less money their manpower and support from noble families are slowly diminishing, the maintenance and security of the seals fell to disrepair, and SY (in disguise) with SQH's cultivation expertise managed to free TLJ. A few brief expositions later, TLJ and ZZL thanked both of them and slipped back go the demon realm. News of their freedom got out and HHP is scrutinized and support dropped even further than before.

SY did manage to visit QJP regularly to visit his brother and consequently, meeting LBH a number of times (making LBH absolutely smitten with him and considering joining the nonexistent imperial harem). With SJ more assured in his position (also maybe SY's promise of him always having a place in the palace and his family and less people being hostile towards him had an impact) SJ had less frustrations and projections to subject LBH and his students to. He still doesnt like the beast but his stupid brother (an emperor!) doted on him like a favored child so he tried his best to ignore him instead.

Things were going well until the immortal conference where instead of SQH orchestrating the attack, its TLJ and ZZL trying to get a hit on HHP's OPM and dragging LBH back to demon realm kicking and screaming. LBH is presumed dead.

SY found out of course but he didnt know the details (SJ remains tight lipped and insists that hes dead and thats all he should know) and thought LBH fell into the abyss and SJ pushed him like the original plot and grew depressed of thinking of his brother that he grew fond of turn into human stick. Also considering LBH's going to merge the realms and conquer the human kingdoms under one rule he might not have long either, he is, after all, a human male which by the novel's rules itself, a cannon fodder.

Years passed and the demon army, under the demon emperor LBH, conquered other human kingdoms and eventually showed up on SY's kingdom's doorstep but not for the reason SY's thinking of.

SY found himself still alive (!!!) and married (???) with LBH for alliance. CQM stays unmolested and unburned for years to come. SJ, however, remains a sour pickle with this whole arrangement, but at least hes left in peace.

Bonus :

LBH loves to roleplay as a concubine whenever he dropped by SY's palace. When SY visited the demon realm however, LBH loves to show him off that the demons thought of him as a concubine instead (much to SY's embarassment)

[ivelle-serenity]

Skateboard

Wind breaker

fem bodied reader | smut | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | all characters featured are 18+

author's note: actually, I don't know where this story is heading. Maybe it will turn into a reverse harem? I really don't know. This is a story by the way. Not just an one shot.

✧˖° — windbreaker men

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

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Skateboard 4

I set my lollipop down and adjusted my grip on my skateboard. It was hard to believe I was here, in the club, waiting to sell my bike. I hadn't ridden it in ages; I was tired of it and preferred skateboarding. Someone wanted to buy my bike, and we were supposed to meet here.

I smoothed out my long, curly hair and glanced at my reflection on my phone. I sighed. I hadn't bothered with lipstick, but my two-toned lips stood out on my plump ones. My mood soured as I overheard people whispering again in the club, as if I couldn't hear them.

"Dude, check out that girl! She looks like she's from abroad, right?"

"Wow, she's stunning. I've never seen curls like that on a girl before."

I just rolled my eyes and went back to sucking on my lollipop.

I shifted my gaze to the commotion from the side. There was a scuffle going on, and it seemed like someone was throwing punches. Furrowing my brow, I spotted the tall guy with blue hair. He had piercings and was looking at me, his face devoid of emotion. There was blood on his hands. I quickly looked away and checked the time.

Where was that guy?

"Well, well, I didn't expect you to be this early, Demitra," someone called out to me.

And there was Wooin, sporting his usual smug expression, his signature glasses perched on his nose. My attention was drawn to the guy beside him. Like the one I saw by the ring earlier, his hair color was different too. It was red... And not just that. One of his eyes was red as well.

Interesting.

"If you weren't going to buy my bike, you should've told me earlier so I wouldn't be here," I said irritably. I noticed the red-haired guy's gaze on me.

"Who is this?" My skin almost tingled at the chilling voice of the man with red hair. I tilted my head to the right, gazing at him with a hint of curiosity.

"No one. I'm just a nobody, weird guy," I replied sharply.

His expression turned to anger almost instantly, replacing whatever had been there before. He seemed about to step forward when Wooin stepped in. Instead of fear, I felt even more irritated. Wooin's smirk only added to my frustration. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.

"Are you buying it or not?" I said, my annoyance clear.

"Oh, come on, what's the rush?" He held my waist and gently seated me on a bar stool chair. I glanced down at it, then shot a cold look at Wooin.

I had to admit, the guy I'd met was good-looking. It made sense why he caught the eye of so many women in the club. But he also seemed dangerous. Besides his rumored wealth, there were whispers of him taking down numerous men.

"I'll pay you triple," he said with a smirk, standing close in front of me as I sat.

"This is just a bike," I retorted.

"Honestly, I don't want your bike," he licked his lips before fixing his gaze on me. "I want to see you riding that bike."

I furrowed my brow, tightening my grip on my skateboard. We locked eyes for a moment. It had been a while since I rode a bike. Frankly, I was tired of it. It had become so dull to use.

"Not happening," I said firmly. "And why should I even consider it?" I added, glaring at him.

"Because we need you," he whispered to me before leaning in closer. My eyes widened at his action. Before I could respond, the man with red hair reached out and grabbed Wooin. I could see the frustration and confusion in his eyes.

"What did you say?" he asked, trying to keep his composure.

Wooin grinned. "You know what I mean, Vinny."

So that's his name.

"You want her to be in our crew?" I glanced at the man who had been in the boxing ring earlier. His face was emotionless. I had to look up due to his towering height. He was the tallest of the two.

"A girl? You want that girl to be part of us? Are you kidding me?" Vinny couldn't believe it, giving me a disdainful look.

"She's not just a girl, Vinny," Wooin gave me a mischievous look. "Don't underestimate a girl who knows how to skateboard."

I stood up and locked eyes with Wooin. "Don't drag me into your childish games. Biking is not my thing anymore. Maybe it's just for kids like you."

The man with blue hair remained emotionless. Vinny's face was full of anger. I didn't care about their drama. They just wasted my time. If I had just joined my new school instead, I wouldn't have been late.

"Who do you think you are?" Vinny was about to step closer, but I smiled.

"I'm just a girl, Vinny," I said innocently, causing him to pause. I was just throwing back to him what he said.

As I stormed out of the bar, frustration boiling inside me, I snatched the bike. That jerk wasted my time! Now I'm going to be late for school. I hopped onto the bike, hastily tucking my skateboard behind me. Ugh, I have no choice but to ride this bike again. Being super late for school isn't my idea of fun.

"If I ever find that guy again, I swear, I'm going to give him a hard punch in the face," I grumbled to myself as I pedaled faster.

Suddenly, a blur whizzed past me at lightning speed. He was wearing the same uniform as me. I tilted my head to the right, observing his biking skills. He seemed... skilled. Glasses perched on his nose, sporting a mullet haircut.

I don't know why it brought a smirk to my lips. His moves were so familiar. It was like watching myself from back when I used to bike in junior high. I pedaled the bike faster, surprising the guy with glasses as I passed him. I just smiled at him before speeding up even more. The gap between us widened.

I chuckled before glancing back. He was now looking at me intensely. 

Well, I didn't know there were so many handsome guys here in Korea.

I didn't see him anymore, so I shrugged it off. When I arrived at Sunny High, I gasped for breath as I unstrapped my skateboard. I parked my bike as well.

"You're new..."

I glanced back. It was him. His bike was already parked. He arrived before me. I immediately knew he took a shortcut. There's no way he could have beaten me otherwise.

"Yeah," I replied shortly before putting on my black glasses. "Great ride, by the way. Are you a pro?" I asked while adjusting my skateboard, securing it to my bike.

"No," he said with a puzzled look. "You seem to know how to ride too," he pointed out.

I smirked. "You think so?"

He didn't reply, just looked at my bike and skateboard.

"Nah, I'm just a beginner," I laughed.

"Jay! Damn, man. The first period is over! Why are you late?"

I froze as Jay and I both turned to look at the guy beside us. I noticed two guys walking towards us. The one who spoke was the bearded guy in a hoodie. He had a companion with a gentle face. I lazily grabbed my bag from the bike.

"Whoa... you're with a girl!? Wait a minute. Is she a foreigner?!" the bearded guy exclaimed in surprise and slight panic. I shot him an annoyed look.

"No," Jay replied shortly. Answering his first question.

"Dom, lower your voice. You might scared the girl," the guy with the gentle face playfully scolded.

I kept my expression neutral. What's up with these guys? I know they're seniors like me, but why are they so hyper? I was surprised to notice that we were being watched by students, especially the freshmen. It seems his group of friends is quite popular, huh?

"You're cheating on Shelly?" Dom exclaimed in shock.

"Stop it," Jay said coldly. Who's Shelly? His girlfriend? Oh hell nah. I need to stay away from him then. I sighed, what a waste, he's handsome.

"Do you know where room 21 is?" I asked formally.

Dom's jaw dropped. "You're our new classmate?!"

"Of course, Miss. Jay and Dom are in the same class as you. We can show you the way," the polite guy who was with Dom offered.

"June, you might get a nosebleed! What if she suddenly speak a different language!?" Dom became hysterical. I just facepalmed.

"I'm good. Thanks."

I was surprised when Jay suddenly walked alongside me. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"This is also the way to my room," he stated as if it were obvious. I also heard his two friends walking behind us.

"Shit, am I seeing things right? Jay is with some foreigner chick! She's hot!"

"I thought Jay has a girlfriend?"

There they go whispering again. It's only my first day at school and this is what greets me. Why am I assigned to the same room as these famous students?

"Hey Miss! Do you know--"

"Demitra," I cut Dom short. "My name is Demitra."

He scratched his head. "Oh yeah, Demitra. I see you can ride a bike? Your bike model is nice, suitable for tournaments. Why didn't you join?"

I furrowed my brow. "Tournament? I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about."

His jaw dropped. "What?! So you don't know we're part of a crew?" I remained confused. "Like Hummingbird? Haven't you heard of it? The famous crew?"

"Stop praising yourself, Dom," June laughed.

"Oh come on, man! I was just telling the truth! Demitra, you see, I'm the Sprinter of the group. I'm one of the skilled ones in the crew. And this Jay here is our Ace! He's really a God when it comes to race! You can ask him to teach you." He's so talkative.

I glanced to my side. Jay was quiet, his hands in his pockets, looking ahead as if lost in his own thoughts. So this man is their ace, huh? Not bad. He seems really good.

"Isn't it a bit childish to still be biking? It's just for kids," I said suddenly, making everyone stop and look at me.

"But you're also riding a bike," June pointed out with a frown.

"As if I have a choice. I was supposed to sell that bike, but the guy who was supposed to buy it tricked me. If ever I see that man, I will kick his ass until he bleeds." I felt my temper rising again.

"Maybe it's just not for you," Jay spoke up unexpectedly. "It seems biking is not for everyone. That includes you," his voice suddenly changed.

"Damn, did I hurt your feelings that much?"

He didn't respond but just shrugged. "How about this then," I faced him. "Race with me." He paused.

"Demitra... I don't think it's a good idea," June said with concern.

Dom dramatically covered his mouth, unable to believe that I challenged his friend to a bike race. I just grinned, feeling like I caught Jay's attention and made him face me. His face remained emotionless.

"If I win, let me join your cute crew," I grinned and crossed my arms in front of him. "And if I lose, I will do your assignments for a week. How about that?"

"Jay... Don't do it. She's a girl! We don't fight against them--" Dom's words were cut off when Jay spoke.

"Get your math book ready then. We have an assignment there."

[fanficfox]

Reverse harem. Chuckle sandwich guys. They support you financially. You support their needs emotionally, food wise, and sexually. They all share you (sometimes at the same time) each one having different intrests so its always something new for you. They love to gang up on you especially when you have an attitude with even one of them.

yes!! and HEAVY on each of them having their own special thing…but not even just with sex…like schlatt always need his benedictine or a whisky sour with his dinner…or ted likes his clothes ironed and folded a curtain way(?) or charlie needs some “special” attention at a certain time of the day(?) idk, im just making stuff up….but there is a lot you could do with that!!!

[gatorbites-imagines]

Would emperor mark be jealous to other marks like the smaller once since the reader would def prioritize them since they are smaller, especially hybrid mark since he is smaller AND can produce a litter

Yeah, he would, but at the point where they're having kids I think he controls it better.

The jealousy is still there, it always will be, but he's better at managing it. He won't hurt the other marks, most of the time, as I feel readers worked on healthy coping mechanisms with him.

Emperor mark has definitely thought about killing all the other marks and all the other babies, like some kinda animal murking all the other cubs in a pack so theirs gets all the resources. But again, he's worked on that. It's a passive thought after living like that for at least a thousand years, but he won't do it.

One of the best ways to make emperor mark bond with the other babies is to just... Give them to him so he can hold them. If he's breastfeeding let him feed them every now and then, it makes all kinds of hormones in his head and at some point his brain just goes "these are mine too", and as the oldest viltrumite he'd feel possessive over the other marks too cuz "these younger versions of me belong to me as well" kinda deal.

He will always be kinda sour about not getting all the attention, but he did kinda sign up for that when he joined the harem. Theres only one you, and with all the kids there's even less of you. Evil emperor mark might look into ways to give reader powers so he can clone himself, or have speedster powers so he can be multiple places at once.

So yeah, he's jealous and sour but you can hopefully redirect it. He goes to other dimensions to cause grand destruction when he's really worked up and doesn't wanna be punished at home, lmao.

[proffdaydreamer]

★ 𝐴𝑈𝑅𝐼𝐸'𝑆 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴

𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤, 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤! 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 museum of memories and shattered glass.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁! 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀! The place where you'll witness yours truly bend the rules and the original plot so she can be mexican every single time! 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 mysterious 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇! 𝖯𝗈𝗉𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍, 𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗉𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍!

┆𝑳𝑶𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑺, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓 ٭

IRIS ARELLANO, later known as belladonna lynch, a charming lady who found herself pulled and lured into the arms of more than one rockstar, glamour, model of the decade and muse of the scene, hard liquor and vinyl records. Poor little child, only seventeen and already on tour with the band (sadly, not all of her friends survived) drugs, men who compete with the devil to see who's nastier but the men always win, always. abandoned reality, trauma alert!

┆𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑫𝑹 ٭

DONNA SANCHEZ, born and raised in a small town in mexico, darling of the stage, every inch of her skin is made of poetry and her eyes show a severe case of cow fever, it might be the drugs, it might be the abysmal yearning taking a tool on her, adored and envied, a lover girl forced to be a fool. Our little lady has a taste for champagne, wine, sonnets at candlelight and a kiss on the neck. She has sharp teeth, careful with your hands!

┆𝑫𝑼𝑵𝑬 𝑫𝑹 ٭

WISTERIA BASYN OF MERIANE, the bene gesserit of violet eyes and rosey cheeks, she said fuck the sisterhood and the schemes! the rebel bride of house atreides and the second born of a lineage built in rage, pink flowers and black veils, sharp nails and the whisper of her arranged marriage traveling across arrakis. if paul hadn't annihilated the baron she would've done so herself.

┆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄

HASEKI NIHAN SULTAN, formerly known as cassandra villarreal. The brightest star, the most imposing and authoritative figure your humble narrator has ever been, a hopeless romantic stuck inside a harem and fighting for the man of her dreams. Have you ever been pregnant all the time? Well, nihan has, as sweet as sugar and as poisonous as arsenic, the beloved of sultan ahmed khan.

┆𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐑

JULIETA SANCHEZ, ah! somebody quick catch me before I fall, for this girl is prone to break hearts, sweetheart of the town, vecna's worst nightmare! A pyromaniac who found herself involved in supernatural disasters and near death experiences, in love with a dork and her axe, cheerleader by day and monster hunter by night.

┆𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

EDEN WINTER, a sour mood, a cold face, the smell of cigarettes and cherry wine on her lips. sister of henry winter, as manipulative as him but never towards him. A greek tragedy! A sound of suspense, the tension in the air as she recites the iliad in its native tongue, yes she and her brother are way too close (they might kiss) what can I say? Spend time with camila and charles and your moral lines start to blur. let's not judge a book by its cover but she will burn any romcom you throw her way.

┆𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒

ALYRA VELARYON, the one and the only daughter of rhaenyra targaryen, bastard girl in love with her jewelry and her business, family girl with a wild horse kick, beloved of her grandfather and cousins but always sticking her tongue out and flipping the bird to aemond. the faith's college of the smith has almost kicked her out twice, too many frat parties and waking up on benches.

Any and all comments of hate are welcomed in the comments but I will delete every single one, happy shifting!

[nightmareb1tch]

Yeah, it's canon now

Daishinkan is always against new partners his children, but that won't stop him from throwing a few bricks(every time) through other people's windows with a medical list regarding his offspring

Grell: "You're lucky, he threw the brick AT me!"

Pink Pearl and Ben: "wow, how'd you make THAT happen?"

Sanemi: "I don't know, maybe he just hates you...."

Grell: "You got a brick thrown at you too, I don't wanna hear it!"

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

Henry VIII as the star of a royal harem C/Kdrama (because I cannot stop thinking about this):

Catherine of Aragon - begins as official empress, married as teenagers and actually liked each other. Now it's gone sour because of the only producing a daughter. The people love her. Her family is powerful and pissed off

Elizabeth Blount - originally a palace maid who received favour and had a son, but he's looked down on for being from a lower class mother and someone is trying to poison him (they eventually succeed)

Anne Boleyn - cannot decide between foreign princess who won't give Henry the time of day until he can make her empress or consort plotting for the top position. Henry is plotting with her or on her behalf either way

Jane Seymour - that consort who is just super nice and can't play politics. She's clearly been murdered by a jealous rival after bearing the first son of the emperor

Anne of Cleves - political marriage, her dad is Minister of War or something. Henry and her never sleep together but to maintain appearances he heads over at night on occasion and they play Go. She is living her best life making elaborate works of embroidery and staying out of the drama

Catherine Howard - late and very young addition whom all the other wives hate, executed after having an affair with a palace guard, or was she framed?

Catherine Parr - I almost want to cast her as the empress dowager from the beginning who is just quietly cleaning up the messes and making sure the grandchildren turn out okay. Could also be the third empress who eventually becomes the dowager

I don't know, the fact that he had six wives over the course of his life and me watching all these Asian historical dramas... I just think it would be fascinating. Also, despite having this whole harem, I still want "Henry" to only have two sons who die as teenagers and two daughters because that just feels right.

[tetsunabouquet]

Aomine X F!Reader X Kise at Teiko Middle: Headcanons

A/N: I made one about Midorima and Akashi earlier and I couldn't help but think of an Aomine & Kise version! If this gets 30 likes before the end of Kinktober, I will write a NSFW one-shot about them like I am intending to release a smut one-shot at college about the earlier duo with the reader. Heh.

-It all began when you started helping your friend who was one of the managers of Teiko. -Who got very much jealous when everyone started raving about Aomine clearly thinking you were hot. -It wasn't like you had intended to steal her crush and you felt pretty guilty so you decided to try make Aomine see how great she was instead. -Which is how you ended up becoming friends, of sorts, with Kise as he saw what you were doing and he thought it was hilarious how you were clearly failing at directing Aomine's attention away from you. -What started with some pointers and a few remarks shared between the two of you, quickly formed into a a close friendship that was the envy of many of his fangirls. -Your relationships with the other girls at Teiko started to sour, but it only backfired on the girls because your loneliness would cause you to spend more time with Kise as well as Aomine in your conintuous quest to get everyone of your back and make yourself less desirable. It really seemed as if the universe was saying to every girl involved that the longer they continued with their squabbling around Kise and Aomine's affection, the more the boys started doing the exact opposite of what every girl wanted them to do. -The rest of the Teiko basketball team could see this and were incredibly amused with the situation. -It took a turn when Kise noticed he was falling for you too, and that was when shit hit the fan. Aomine was picking more fights with Kise then usual and so their childish antics became a full on pre-school brawl every damn time you even stepped as much into their vicinity. -You honestly felt screwed. Kise had already won you over but in your many attempts in redirecting Aomine's attention, he had managed to create a soft spot in your heart. -Not in a million years, had you expected Murasakibara of all people, to be your savior. Once in the locker room when the two boys were fighting like little children again, Murasakibara reminded Aomine of that time when Aomine had asked if harems were a legit possibility with polyarmory getting so popular, and wether that wasn't the perfect solution to both of them wanting you. -It hadn't been the type of polyarmorous relationship Aomine had wished for and he initially rejected the proposal whilst Kise was a little more open to the possibility. -However, Kise had brought up the possibility to you and asked you if you were up to it nonetheless in Aomine's presence. Let's just say Aomine was glued to your every word. -"Whilst I am not sure if I deserve such honor, I do believe my heart is big enough to be with you both." -Aomine could not say no to you. -Your dynamic is the following, Aomine picks on Kise, you comfort Kise and Aomine gets jealous so he pouts and apologizes because he wants your embrace too. -Aomine develops a peculiar sentiment about Kise, in the sense of; 'He's as brainless as a young golden retriever, but he's my golden retriever.' -Kise always manages the dates but they have agreed to take turns in paying for you. -Aomine makes sure Kise doesn't lets his ego run and think he's irreplacable and Kise makes sure AOmine isn't lazy about the relationship. It surprisingly works out very well for you. -Your favorite dates are a tie between going to the cinema or picnics with the boys. The first was because of Kise's animated reactions or the way

[plitmurs]

kinks "Tokyo Revengers"

Ran Haitani.

I see Ran as a person who is moderately possessive of his significant other. And I think there is nothing more attractive to him than the smell of a loved one. From his partner he feels a delicate aroma that somehow reminds him of sakura. As soon as he leans over her, runs his nose along her delicate neck, he feels this refreshing smell. There is a desire to grab it and not let go, until he himself is satisfied with this sweet and sour, melancholic aroma.

The second is aristocracy, and everything that accompanies it. Refined manners, impeccable behavior, honor and rules, as well as the servant fetishes associated with it. Unsurprisingly, Ran is mostly in a dominant position. He likes the Victorian atmosphere too much, because of the clothes, the rules, the behavior. Grace, severity and at the same time extreme perversity. Especially when the partner is wearing a white shirt with a wide neckline. There is a pleasant view of the breasts, of the beautiful, delicate skin of your beloved. Gently running his fingers along his girlfriend's neck, Ran sighs heavily, lowering his other hand to her waist, he squeezes it gently.

Chifuyu Matsuno

I'm sure Chifuyu has a "mummy kink"! He definitely likes “maternal” care from his partner, dominance. His legs tremble with anticipation as the girl approaches him, stroking his head. The palms clench, and Chifuyu turns his gaze to his partner, who has a smile on her lips. I think he also likes bondage and shibari. A reference to a previous kink - Chifuyu likes to have his will limited. Well, as a bonus - the aesthetics of his body. Beautiful, elegant and he is in complete power of his partner. When the girl runs her fingers over his neck, collarbones, stomach, Chifuyu can only sigh heavily and burn with excitement.

Hanma Shuji

Hanma would definitely have his own personal “harem.” He is excited by the possibility of choosing between an indefinite number of girls and people who agree to everything. Shuji definitely feels like an “alpha male” while watching the charming ladies. I think submission and humiliation also apply to him. It's begging, kneeling, finger licking. Any humiliation on the part of his partner. He is also turned on by the sight of the girl on her knees in front of him. He can tighten his throat, smiling madly as he watches her beg to let her go.

Kokonoi Hajime

Hajime definitely has a kink for jewelry! He buys his partner various pendants, rings, earrings that demonstrate luxury and excess. Kokonoy often asks the girl to put jewelry on her naked body, sincerely admiring her figure. The pendants Hajime chose look great on her neck. Rising from her seat, Kokonoy lifts the girl’s head and examines her neck. Hajime begins to kiss his lover's neck, unable to restrain himself. During sex itself, I think that Kokonoy can use “dirty words” in her vocabulary to excite both herself and her partner.

Rindo Haitani

Definitely a kink to praise. I think that as a teenager, Rindou was a little jealous of Ran because most girls were interested in his older brother and not him. The guy was really neutral about praise, but with the advent of a permanent partner, his opinion changed. As soon as she began to praise him for any work done, a pleasant warmth spread in Rindou’s chest from her words.

But when they are completely alone in the room, with only minor pieces of clothing left on them, it is much more pleasant to hear praise from your girlfriend. About how toned his body is, about how his tattoo is just gorgeous. Needless to say, Rindou has unbearable pressure in his pants?

Also, I think petting is perfect for Rindou. Headcanon that his erogenous zone is his neck and fingertips. As soon as his beloved begins to kiss his neck or lick his fingers, Rindou’s heart sinks into his boots. It knocks at a crazy rhythm. Rindou's body trembles as he receives his lover's caresses. The guy himself is not inferior to her, knowing the girl’s erogenous zones very well. He mainly likes to leave hickeys on her neck and collarbones.

Baji Keisuke

Games with temperature. Definitely. Basically, it is Keisuke who is in a dominant position, and often likes to “taunt” his partner. Run a piece of ice over her chest, drop a little candle wax on her back. Touching a beautiful body, feeling it covered in goosebumps under your cold hands.

And what about without kinks on fangs? Before the appearance of his partner, Keisuke had never even thought that his fangs would seem special to anyone. But when the girl pointed out this feature, he began to peer more often into his own reflection, remembering her words:

“You’re like a real vampire!”

And Badji himself was sincerely surprised when he noticed the girl’s fangs during the next kiss. Tearing it apart, he bewildered her, she only breathed intermittently and clearly did not understand what was happening. Lifting his partner's upper lip, he noticed that she also had fangs. Not as noticeable as his, but it was very pleasant to run your tongue over them while kissing.

And the bites on her snow-white skin were also beautiful.

Takashi Mitsuya

No matter what anyone says, I’m sure that Takashi likes sewing women’s clothing the most! Especially for his beloved. She was beautiful in any outfit: in a dress, in a suit, in lingerie.

But what he definitely didn't expect was to have his head blown off. His girl was simply putting on stockings for another look to show to Mitsuya. Not noticing him right away, she tried to straighten her stockings, which, as luck would have it, did not want to stay straight when walking.

Takashi watched this with sincere surprise and some excitement. Such a beautiful view. His beloved stands in front of the mirror, correcting her appearance to show off. Adjusts stockings. I don’t think that until that moment he suspected that an ordinary attribute of clothing could have such an influence on him.

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[miss0atae]

The Bangkok Boy (EP 1 – 3)_PART 1 : Sun’s family dynamics.

I really wanted to start first with talking about Sun's family because it is kind of fascinating. I wonder if my interest comes from the fact that the subs in Gaga didn't really explain well the dynamic of the family. I believe this dynamic is going to have its importance in the story. Let's start, first by summarize what we have learned so far from the first three episodes.

We have the patriarch/father of the family: Songpoom. He is the leader of a group/mob that controls one of the area in Bangkok. He is respected and well-known. We learn from episode 1 that he had two wives and both are dead when the story starts. As for now, we don't know their name, but the series shows us their pictures on the “home shrine / ancestor altar” (I don't know how it is really called). I used one of the infamous translators available and I got this result:

1st Wife is called Ms. Kachara Deephongham and was born on June 13, 1980 and died in August 8, 2015. 2nd Wife is called Sawatri Plookchat and was born on October 8, 1984 and died in April 14, 2017. I admit I'm very curious about the wives because we know so little about them. It seems Songpoom loved them both. Among the questions I have these are the main ones: Was he married to them both at the same time or was it something like in historical drama with a “harem system” and there was the official wife and the consort. No matter what rank they had, I wonder how it was at home. Was it something they knew from the start or did Songpoom have an affair with Sawatri while being with Kachara? I would be impressed if they were in a real throuple, but I have my doubts. If we trust the translator, Kachara died 2 years before Sawatri. Was it an accident or were they killed by an enemy of Songpoom? The mystery remains.

Songpoom had two children with Kachara: Jack, his eldest son and Jenny, the youngest daughter. He also had two children with Sawatri: Sun, his youngest son and Mei, which is probably younger than Sun, even if we don't really know her age. They were both in high school in episode 1 and 2 so I believe they don't have a big difference in age. Sun is supposed to be 18 at the start and 21 when he left prison. All children were raised in the same house. Songpoom has emphasized several time in the series how he never made any differences between his children and loves them equally. Sun also agrees that he never felt he or Mei were never cared for. Songpoom also warns Sun about not creating rifts between the sibling and looking after all the siblings. He probably knew Sun was the most impulsive among all his children.

Despite his best intentions, I believe there is a big tension between Jack and Sun. As for now, we haven’t seen it between the girls and they don’t have it with their brothers (at least it wasn't shown). It’s mostly between Jack and Sun. In my view, there are three big reasons that could explain the animosity between them. I would add that this animosity seems to come more from Sun than Jack.

Firstly, it could come from the fact that they were born from different mothers and if Kachara and Sawatri didn’t know about each other, at first, there must have some grudge from this.

Secondly, they have different personality: Jack is more calm and rational while Sun is more impulsive and quick to anger. Obviously these types of personalities will clash.

Thirdly, I believe Jack may unconsciously think Sun is favored by their father. This is purely based on his sour face in episode 1 before Songpoom and Sun went out.

When Sun was detained after Kong’s death, he asked Than and Mei to bail him out, but they clashed at the hospital. Jack reproached him to be impulsive and Sun felt like Jack didn’t do enough for their dad. They both grieving, but I feel like the tension between them surged well at this time. However, the teaching/parenting of Songpoom must be good because after three years Jack was the one to “welcome” Sun when he could finally leave prison. They may have disagreements, but they both are from the same family and they have been taught to support family members. Does Jack care more about Jenny because they have the same mother? When Sun asked him where is Mei, he just told him he had no idea and had no news from her since a long time. He doesn’t seem really worried or distressed which makes me think that during the three years Sun was in prison, their relationship got worsen. However, what is sure is that Jack still feels bond by the fact he is the oldest and should care about his siblings (in a way). After all, he gave the warehouse to Sun despite not knowing if he would be able to truly rent it.

None of Sun's siblings came to see him in prison and he has a strong resentment towards Jack over this fact. I think Jenny gets a pass because she is young. As for Mei, he is, for now, more preoccupied to know where she is, but I believe this is going to play a role in their reunion. Mei probably didn't have a fun time too during these three years and she is probably going to lash out, at one point of another. If she left Songpoom's house and her siblings, there must be a good reason: either she felt like it wasn't her home anymore, she had an argument with Jack or she end up with the wrong people.

Songpoom may believe he raised and loved his children the same way, but it may not have been what his children felt. He tried to create a strong bond between them because he believes in “loyalty”. However, the fact he had two wifes at the same time (and it depends by how these relationships were created and nurtured) may not have helped him. If both women knew and accepted this situation, maybe their children would be closer, but that's not what we've seen so far… Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I believe it probably explains the tension between Sun and Jack, in some way. I can't wait to see the story explores more the dynamic of Sun's family.

[fishylife]

spoilers for ruyi's royal love in the palace episode 35

i'll be honest i don't really like yanwan? i know she's supposed to be the 'villain' in the sense that she will threaten ruyi, but i wanted to think that i wouldn't be so easily swayed by that narrative. but i suppose i am lol.

ruyi was on ling yunche's side first and always, since he helped her and suoxin a great deal when she was in the cold palace. any time she helped yanwan, it was for yunche's sake.

to be honest, i initially thought yanwan being transferred from consort chun's household to the florist was a bit bullshit. consort chun and hailan were wary of her, seeing that the emperor took a liking to her. hailan (with her budding cutthroat side) suggested that consort chun send her away so that she wouldn't draw the emperor's attention anymore. i guess i just felt that yanwan's actions were a bit strong to be considered seductive but different times and different standards i guess.

later, ruyi tried to save yanwan from consort jia's household but was unsuccessful. hailan later told ruyi that yanwan had been trying to seduce the emperor. ruyi was disappointed not because she was worried about the emperor taking another concubine, but because she was bummed on yunche's behalf. that, i do believe. the emperor has sooo many concubines, it makes zero sense for ruyi to get jealous now, unless the emperor showed anything similar to what he felt for ruyi. so anyway ruyi left that loose end. but even then when consort jia was openly bullying yanwan, ruyi still tried to stand up for her because consort jia was being unjustly cruel.

with the help of the eunuch jinzhong, yanwan got screentime with the emperor. consort jia getting a talking to was big. but for ruyi, she took the opportunity to try to betroth yanwan to yunche, so that they could have their happily ever after. but seeing that yanwan openly refused it, she sees now that her friend yunche won't get his happy ending.

it isn't illogical to interpret that ruyi's distaste for yanwan is because of her being disloyal to ling yunche. yanwan left ling yunche to try to find a better path for herself, then she asked for his help when she was being bullied. and now she's leaving him again.

yanwan and yunche had a conversation at the end of the episode. ling yunche said that he realized he was just an opportunity/path for yanwan. he felt like she didn't like him, only liked his prospects, and she left him when she felt she had better prospects.

and i think that that's really how it looks, no matter how poorly yanwan was treated. if she was in love with ling yunche, she would have wanted to marry him. but she's decided she likes power more than ling yunche. i guess i don't like her because she's trying to convince herself that she really did love ling yunche. but i think her love is short-sighted. she only loves someone when she's with them. and she cuts them off easily.

maybe it especially leaves a sour taste for ruyi because she truly loves the emperor and she's withstood mistreatment, his wives and concubines, just to be with him. and she feels like yanwan has wasted true love. ruyi would love to have a true love with just qianlong but they can't because of power. and for yanwan to throw away love for power feels so opposite to her.

i usually feel sympathetic for most women in harem dramas and yanwan is no different. i think what sets her apart is that we saw her before she decided to join the palace. she feels like hu shanxiang in ming dynasty to me. these girls are both conniving and goal-oriented, and we saw what they gave up to join the game. and maybe it bothers me because it's like, is power worth giving up what you have? maybe it's because i'm old but i'd rather just work a normal job like hu shanxiang in ming dynasty or run away with someone who loved me like yanwan. but what they chose isn't really wrong, it was just the only opportunity that was open to them to gain power as women.

while we did see consort mei's beginnings as she joined the game as well, we didn't see what she gave up. she already started in the story as a performer in the palace. she just seemed like another conniving girl, not a conniving girl who gave up something and someone important to her.

idk it's a work in process. i'm trying to rationalize why i don't like yanwan but it might not be that deep. maybe i just don't like her vibes. or maybe i just dislike her simply because ruyi doesn't like her.

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STUPID LOUBILL DRABBLE WHATT

Except not really. Just some stuff explained via Bill internal dialogue, @poorlycuratedsharkcake's Max Riley (lou's canon best of best friends) mentioned in tandem with her. First solo loubill work aside from bro and I's 80+ page google doc rp so yaayayayay also tw use of the word dyke bc its bill

Bill’s mom pissed him the fuck off. Really pissed him off. Made him angry to the point that he had decided to take Max and Lou up on that offer they’d made offhandedly about coming to stay a night at their shitty-ass apartment. They had gotten it at 17 to get out of their houses, each for some respective reason Bill was too mad to recall. He hadn’t asked, anyway. The cold night air bit at his acne-scarred face as he trooped along the frigid sidewalks of residential Eltingville, following his memory as best he could from his house to theirs.

It was good for meetings, Bill had speculated. No parents or annoying siblings to worry about when they got rowdy, other than one or both of the girls telling them to shut the fuck up or getting a noise complaint from next door. None of the guys cared very much about that. It was weird, Bill thought, repositioning the duffle bag of clothes he’d packed together, that the first time he was finally sneaking out to see a girl, it wasn’t for sex. That’s how it always was in the movies. He had hoped his senior year of high school, the big 18, would be a lot cooler. Nothing was very different than it had been since they were kids. That thought by itself quieted his frustration, replacing the sour feeling in his stomach with something sunken and depressive. He was an adult, he should’ve had a ton of girlfriends by now. A harem of ladies with size zero waists and beehive ‘do’s and bright lips. He guessed life was, in turn, about settling.

He came to a crossroads with little to no traffic in the late hour of the night. Was it left, or was it right? Irritated, he forced himself out of his growing melancholy to think. The gas station, where was it? He knew the apartment complex was right behind it. He points loosely with his finger, mouthing the names of the buildings along the street to his right, recalling what led where, before stuffing his hand back in his pocket and moving on. He remembered now. The club went to get snacks together last week before the meeting at that gas station, and distantly, he could see the very top of the sign, hardly making out the word ‘diesel’. His breath fogged before him as he jogged across the crosswalk, and once he was back on the lighter-colored pavement, he resumed his stiff and frigid powerwalk.

With the absence of distraction came the presentness of his current misery. His fight with his mom was the whole reason he was braving the elements to go sleep on a springy old sofa under a too-hot blanket under a water-stained roof. Fuck, he really hated his mom.

It had started as a grades conversation. The old hag could not fucking fathom the urgency in Bill’s system when he had found out that Willem-fucking-Dafoe was going to be Norman Osborn. He’d seen the trailers, Tobey was terrifically comic accurate; Bill had high hopes for this film, something rare to see. How could he possibly focus on chem when the biggest film of the new century was about to take the world by storm? It was fucking Spider-Man, for Christ’s sake! Bill’s teeth clench as a chill wracks him. He could survive on the heat his anger produced alone.

His mom just didn’t fucking get it. She never did.

She always shut him down. Any time he even attempted to talk to her about the important things, she wouldn’t look up or give more than an odd glance if she did. “Why that? Why this? I don’t understand.” before it was right back to her fucking spreadsheets, or whatever the hell it was she did. His brows were set and Bill stared at his feet. He had no tangible relationship with Jane. He hadn’t seen his dad in months, and he was even less close with Tommy. Bill Dickey was a stranger no matter who he was with. A stranger up until he was with the Club.

Regrettably, he no longer could discredit Max and Lou from contributing to it. The Club, or that familiar feeling of closeness they all shared, for better or for worse.

He thinks for a moment when his thoughts fall back to the girls. Why had they gotten that apartment again? His eyes shift across the street and move lazily to the street lamps as his face scowls in thought. Something about Lou’s mom, something about Max having the same problem Pete did, whatever that meant. It trickles down from the first meeting where the possibility of an apartment was brought up. How exactly had they put it…

Oh. Oh, yes, that’s right; he had gone to Lou to suggest a possible setup for DnD in the hypothetical new spot. She had assured him it was a non-negotiable, and that it wouldn’t look very nice but it would be theirs. Not Bill’s basement that his mom hassled him about tidying, not Pete or Jerry’s garage, where they had to find space around the cars, and not Josh’s dusty attic. Lou had been alone with Bill while they spoke, Max outside his house, warming the van while they spoke. He squinted; had Pete been in the van, too? He was pretty sure he’d asked for a ride. 

That wasn’t the issue. The matter at hand was that Lou had wasted fifteen entire minutes of his time, getting all sulky and depressed about her stupid shitty relationship with her mom after her parents had gotten divorced. At least, at that moment, the last time he thought about this interaction, it had seemed stupid and sulky. A subtle shift in his expression betrays that, in his current predicament, he finds himself experiencing something otherwise foreign to him; empathy.

Their parents had gotten divorced around a similar time, he’d deduced, from what she’d said. They both were around twelve or so. Lou claims that she used to be a lot meaner, Bill didn’t think it was possible for a dykey bitch like her. 

He remembered now. He had asked why. Why an apartment at seventeen? He had expected a typical Lou answer. Something akin to, “because I fucking can. So what?” Instead, for some reason still unknown to him, she told him about her mom. She was always high and had started constantly having boyfriends over. It was a shitty ordeal, he would admit, but didn’t involve him, so he didn’t care. He didn’t care when she confided in him, stiffly, that she hadn’t slept in her own bed in nearly two weeks, because her mom would kick her out every time a guy came over. He cared less when she told him that she hadn’t told Max that, so she wouldn’t be such a freeloader, always staying over, and had resigned to sleeping in the van in secret when she needed to.

He caught himself gnawing the inside of his lip. He didn’t fucking care. He understood, but it wasn’t his business. His dad had a girlfriend; at least, he thought he did. There was a girl he mentioned last time Bill was over there, but he didn’t know faces or names. The idea of his dad having a girlfriend made his stomach sour. Regrettably, he felt bad for Lou in that regard, but that was where his sympathies ended. 

Bill looks up, seeing the gas station leagues closer than before. He was walking kind of fast, wasn’t he? Or had he just spaced out? It didn’t matter to him. He just needed to get to that apartment before he turned into Han Solo in The Empire Strikes Back. His mind wandered back to Lou, something that he never consciously wanted, and yet didn’t consciously stop. He’d brought a movie with him tonight. Jim Carrey’s The Mask. He knew she liked that movie. He liked it, first, but he remembers vividly seeing her face when watching it with the club, her seeing it for the first time. That stupid fucking grin was infectious, he’d give her that. Carrey was a comical genius, though, and so it was no surprise she’d be all teeth and no lip. She’d have been crazy to be anything but. 

Bill had not packed the movie to watch with her. Bill had packed the movie to calm his nerves when he got there. The girls had gotten an old box TV hooked up in the living room, one with a DVD player that actually worked well, unlike the one in his basement. If Lou wanted to watch it with him, that was her own business. He turned to walk behind the gas station, eyes landing on the front door of their single-story apartment. He wanted to sprawl out on that sofa, though, so she better be alright sitting in the floor.

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A Garden Without Impurity

A Homelander x GN Reader fic one-shot

A/N: Should be working on my other fics but i needed to get this out me system, inspired by a conversation I had in this site and watching the apothecary diaries, not an expert on chinese harem systems but i based this sort of on the Qin Dynasty system bcuz it was like the simpliest, like those emperors got around a lot… this is more drabble than fic-fic but i hope y’all enjoy.

Tags: light smut, 3-some, bilander, dark topics, not proofread I die here, non-canon complaint/canon-divergent, takes place in who knows, traditional polygamy, no dialogue here btw, Homelander being himself, light gore.

Word Count: 5K 

Synopsis: You’re a member of Homelander harem, this is but a documentation of that.

Homelander was always a lonely man perpetually hunting after love, for anybody who could give him attention, who would want him. He clung easily to lovers, too young at first to notice how easily he could be tricked into becoming nothing but a trophy fuck, too inmature to notice how his behaviour frightened them in the long run, and the more and more he was hurt the worse he became, all he’d learned was how to hide his anguish– turning him dangerously bitter.

Lovers came easy but just as easily they left– either scared straight by an army of lawyers, handsomely compensated or increasingly more often in pine boxes… crisis management meetings became so commonplace they began to be run on emails. 

 He was a man desperate for love– so much love to give but nobody could ever give him an ounce of what he needed, an ounce of what he gave, he was hungry for intimate devotion and adoration, the public could only give him bites sizes but it was fading and quick, and his mind steadily warping from this unfulfilled primal need.

Lovers couldn’t handle how pushy he became, how possessive and controlling he could become, how he wished to monopolize everything– so it was a problem, his sickly nature only wisthand by those contractually obligated to tolerate him, Maeve who had been so perfect until the downstairs neighbors logged less and less noise complaints as their passion cool and soured and Madelyn whose allure came in how untouchable she was, how forbidden she was, how much of a special occasion she had to be, and well rumors circulated involving Mr. Edgar but nobody ever dared to discuss it much.

Porn seem to alleviate some issues but the poor team in-charge of monitoring his online usage had filed formal complaint about having to be subjected to so much ‘stepmom porn’ and increasingly bizarre fetishes, whether he watched them to get off or not was unknown but once he switched the porn to browsing  r/watchpeopledie– a meeting had to be made and this time it was in person.

It was hard to pin-point the exact moment a suit suggested this solution– it was merely a joke but no matter how thick these walls were it would never be missed by Homelander, who indulge them.

And the project began to take place, with the end goal to provide him with company, and a controlled environment for Vought overseeing… a facility where the damage would be limited to seven floors and 30 large and luxurious condos.

Legally this building was just one of the many owned by Vought– like many other megacorps it was no surprise Vought dab in real estate, owning a couple buildings around the city to provide employee accommodation much like their Silicon Valley competition. After selecting the small building that once simply served as their own service apartments to accommodate shareholders, the project began to take place.

Homelander found it amusing, interested as to what things were going… surprised about how much he was looking forward to this, much to his chagrin– Homelander was very much a man and at the thought of being supplied with sex on tap he was quite happy to play along giving it a fair-go for a few weeks then forget about it after the novelty faded.

The first iteration was an utter failure, simply nothing but a duped “Playboy” Mansion, women who were paid to seduce him and become available whenever he desired– they were boring,  they weren’t there for him, they were there for the paycheck and presents, for the free rent and the possibility of becoming his favorite perhaps.

It was dull.

Painfully dull, nothing different from what he was doing, only it was kept behind closely guarded doors and managed by the company that micromanaged everything else in his life.

Dull Lovers who barely pretended to care, who rolled their eyes when he wanted to talk about his interest, who looked at their phones during the good scenes of his favorite films, who signed when he wished to be held, who gave no enthusiastic response at anything but Versace and Jimmy Choo’s.

He felt the ever growing emptiness spread further like a cancerous mass. 

As he sat alone sinking on his couch flipping channels in the dark and his eyes finally grew heavy for the night– his fingers stopped in some show about a man trying to balance having four wives, the scenario intrigued him… a man married to several women who seemed enamored with him despite all the drama in the background… These women on his screen weren’t like the ones provided… they weren’t his… They didn’t love him nor wanted to devote themselves to him, they were just high paid prostitutes– even the women at the Playboy Mansion he had met seemed to have a better relationship to the old creep than his own had to him– he wasn’t special or interesting to them.

 It was transactional and the affection unconvincing, unlike this man’s wives who seemed to care about him, who didn’t look forward to meeting other men or keep in touch with old John’s and sold their feet pics online to just any guy.

Vought or the public would never allow him to have a dozen wives, he wasn’t even a Mormon, officially he was an Evangelical just in name not in practice so he couldn’t simply adopt the church's views nor was he interested in even more rigid rules… I mean he did enjoy a cup of coffee every once in a blue moon and he certainly had a spicy tongue.

It took a lot of trial and error and plenty of lawyers too.

But a single joke turned into this…

You had been there for quite a long time, you seen plenty of pretty faces come and go, most left because they disliked the system in place– had they simply bothered to glance the wikipedia article on Chinese harem practices before signing the dotted line their grievances would have been lessened… altho calling yourself a polygamist might not even been an applicable label– after all his rules made it difficult to do so.

 You had simply been a low-level intern when Homelander first laid eyes on you all those years ago.

He watched you for a long time and you watched him with the same intensity, he was a pretty thing, he had a quirky laugh that veer into cackle territory, his hands were as soft as the rest of him and above all you could tell pretty early on that there was a hunger inside him unmatched by anything else.

No lover before had ever made you feel so wanted, he made you feel as if he was born for you, no lover ever devoured you with a single look… it was desperate.

When have you ever felt this desire before? You asked yourself the more intense this became.

You never experience the titillation and the fear that his hunger inspired in you, the way he touched and explored every inch of your skin inside that broom closet made you fear for your life, as if he would feast on you and gnaw at your bones like a dog with a fresh treat, that one spicy rendezvous after office hours quickly became a regular occurrence and he never had enough.

Neither did you.

His gentleness hid praise worthy self-control, he molded his performance after what made you feel best but you would soon learn it was performance– you were puddy in his hands as he trapped you with this pleasure.

To be yearned for was different, he wanted all your free time to be for him, to ignore all the pretty faces and nameless ass that crossed your sight and devote yourself to him, he was honest about wanting you, about wanting you to love him just as much as he could love you.

Made worse by the fact that you had no qualms with the worst of his personality your fights and arguments as unhealthy as anybody else but always over petty things, never about the nights he soaked the carpet with some miscreant chunky remains, after all you had to be a bit loopy and unhinge to look at him as if he was the only source of light in the cave that was your life.

It was a long courtship before he told you about ‘The Gardens’. At first you simply thought it was another luxury building stuck in Manhattan but behind the doorman and reception clerk was a building only inhabited by lovers.

It wasn’t easy to digest– but floor to ceiling windows, private drivers and Hermes boxes demonstrate to your ego that you might have a price… The 6 figure allowance certainly made your stomach drop as you accepted new found facts about yourself… this was not counting any extra presents– after all your job would be to stay pretty and interesting for him.

You certainly had your suspicions but you had been quite enamored with the Supe, unable to look away from those cornflower blues and the sad expression painting his face as he began to suspect your rejection, the palpable anguish he was trying so hard to contain. Accepting simply to do a few excessive sessions of retail therapy on his dime to recover from the shock, coming in thinking he will grow bored of you soon enough and you could commence the healing process afterwards.

But you never left ‘The Gardens’, the people who ran the building would refer to you as the Noble Consort with the Empress or Imperial Noble Consort reserved for whoever Homelander was dating for the papers (altho you would have given the title of Stillwell for the longest time), to your disbelief you found enjoyment in this arrangement, your were free to pursue whatever you wanted for money was now not a problem– all those hobbies you had abandoned, halted and wished to explore were now back on the table, a new career change or education now a possibility, even pursuing a lifelong passion or dream was available, as long as you kept pretty and keep his favor.

There were other rules of course… Nobody besides Homelander could be in your life. Sex-work was out of the question once somebody took residency in one of the handful of luxury condos. Not involving oneself romantically with any of the other concubines or anybody was also a major rule. He demanded a vow of secrecy as well obviously–  telling anybody about the arrangement specially online or the media, and you would have a head on your front door… you would have prefered a finger, a tooth or a kidney like the others on your floor but he left the brainless severed head on yours.

You were certain that Vought kept a dystopian level of watch over your digital footprint while you no longer worked with Vought and did your thing… you heard the rumor of a shadow department whose whole job was to watch this place– it wasn’t really out of the realm of possibility after all Homelander was worth billions to them… and if not Homelander was there watching somehow.

Which is how you end up with having to call somebody to pick up and puzzle the old concubine back together.

He was The Emperor and thus you had to act like a noble, anybody caught breaking his rules would be in more than a little trouble– Homelander was quite cruel once a lover lost his fancy.

 But not as cruel as the other residents when they sensed somebody trying to plant the seeds of discourse, threats to the system were ever present whenever he brought a new concubine, those who survived the longer kept the peace. 

A mixture of jealousy and self-preservation feed the cruelty… after all these years you liked your comfortable life and so did the others– those with more expensive taste to your own, those whose families were partially supported by Homelander (if he was aware or not was not yours or his problem) those who loved him and didn’t wish to part, and those who needed his support to make sure even if he grew bored with them they had a back-up to their back-up, none who would risk losing it all just because some new lover wanted him all for himself– they had no grace about it and would soon realize that tribalistic nature of humans… unless somebody whispered sweetly in John’s ear and prevented the carnage.

Unsure as to why anybody would want to monopolize him as if this entire building wasn’t a red flag about how pointless that was, you discussed with the others.

He was more than an armful, he was too much even for you who obsessed so easily with him, who demanded his attention and affection but ultimately unable to match just how much he needed in return, you stopped disliking this new life because Homelander would never be satiated, because he would wear you down to a stub, because he would scare you away if you didn’t find a way to get breathing room, more for his sake than your own. You loved him, you wanted to hold tight but if he kept going you would let go of his hand mid-flight and the thought of hating him or falling out of love with him filled you with dread.

You needed him on a cellular level, you joked in the past as you talked to a neighbor, who understood you as he laughed.

It stung for a long time to live this way– You just made it look easy.

But you made it, and it earned you some perks.

You checked your agenda to make sure that time had come around, you weren’t called the Noble Consort for nothing– he would reserve you even outside your birthday week.

8.3 million people in this city and he could make sure you felt like the only one in this town.

Perpetually charming you thought as he landed inthe balcony with your favorite chocolate and flowers.

 If Homelander had to explain why he kept you the longest it was how you talked to him earnestly, you treated him as if he was not just a celeb but a husband, how happy you always were too see him, how you always clung to his shoulders even before his boots touched the ground and how quickly you always dragged him inside worried he would get sick from the cold winds, even if he went weeks without seeing you in person you never let him see it, it was as if no matter how long it had pass you couldn’t care less, only the now you experienced together mattered.

He wondered if this was how sailors felt when they came back home after a lengthy tour, if it was warm like this.

No matter how long this had been going on for– your love was genuine, he even thought of you as a weekend masochist for putting up with his whims, but you took him as he was and that was something special… something worth keeping… worth protecting.

He could snuggle in your chest all he wanted, he knew your fingers would scratch his scalp without command, he would find your warmth either gifted by your words or your core.

A perfect spouse to him, he would whisper to himself when you slept or when he missed you, in this intimacy he knew he would stay with you, the only one who understood what this place was all about, who was this emperor’s favorite.

Now when it came to sex–the life of his concubine wasn’t sexless… you doubted the man actually lived in his actual penthouse all the way up in Vought Tower, he might use it to change suits or pick up his mail, for he would share somebody else’s bed every night, if he didn’t you would find out at the lobby, perks of knowing everybody in the building was that rumors traveled quickly and plans of actions would be organized in elevators… so your bed was not infrequent and during your weeks he would always sleep there.

You keep a spare pair of his boots and gloves that didn’t came with the apartment, which said a lot about how infrequently did he slept at his legal address and your longevity in this palace– what did came was a toothbrush, comb, some of his skincare products and extra-creamy milk restocked frequently more so these days.

These private weeks were both sugary and bitter, date nights and cuddling lazily on the couch as he spoke of his day and listened to yours, you spoke a lot catching up with lost time while he washed your back and you washed his hair, knowing he would leave soon enough and return to some girl back in the tower or go downstairs.

And as your week ended he would treat you to something adventurous.

You kissed him in the upper courtyard by the warm dim lights surrounded by whistling shrubs, the night was starting to grow cold, draping his cape around you for your comfort, he moaned as your lips suckled on his neck savoring the feel of your tongue as you drew lines on chin, slowly melting on your sweltering heat, your hand taking his thigh with a firm squeeze teasing him as they came close to his member, kissing until lips bruised and blood inked his tongue, you kissed until his jaw started to numb and his cock leaked with anticipation, being uphere where somebody might see always excited him, he had already baptized every bench in this courtyard but it didn’t lose his splendor just yet.

His hips buckle as your hand finally gave him much needed affection, hearing your muscles push as hard as they could against him, mewling as you chuckled with delight at his reactions, his eyes so hazy.

Trembling as your hand left him, you pulled at his belt watching him blush as he remembered that the one thing you lacked was super strength, you leaned back as he swiftly began to lower his tights, throwing his belt to the ground so the cold steel wouldn’t make you shudder.

His cock was hard, crying rivers into the cold wind until your lips kissed it better.

He made no attempt to conceal his moaning, growling as your teeth grazed the sensitive head, he was unapologetically loud, this was the one place where he forgo all his acting lessons, nor did you want him to be quiet it made you excited to hear him moan, he just sounded so needy– cute too… and tonite he was obscenely loud, animalistic even, grunting and growling as your drooled unto your chin and made his thigh slippery, as you took his cock down to the base, licking down his taint, he lifted his legs adjusting his position to follow your tongue, whining and panting as you pleasured him, aggressively pumping at his cock as you suck gently on his balls.

You look up from half-lid eyes drowning on your own pleasure, he came with ease coating your throat with his thick salty cum but just as quickly as he came he would come back up and just as hard as a minute ago– you made it into a game to see how many times you could make him cum before he begged you to let him do it inside you for that was the only way to kill his battery. Pumping his shaft with short and quick pump focusing on the mid-length as to deprive his crying tip taking sadistic delight in knowing that he wanted you to touch the tip immediately but being too far gone to asks for it clearly as he mumbled incoherently behind his breathy wanton, his hips following the rhythm of your hands and tongue.

A shaky smile crossed his lips as the consort took pity on him, you chuckled knowing you won an unspoken bet with your downstairs neighbor, pulling their hair out of the way as their head went up and down and lips grazed your fingers.

You climbed up letting your fellow concubine enjoy themselves in this debauchery.

Biting on his ears as you whispered what you wished to do with him, calling him by his name with a sweetness that tingled something scary inside him.

Homelander laughed weakly against you, his hand pulling on the other’s hair gently, he spouts his orders, throwing the cushions unto the ground you both give each other giddy looks as the man pulls you down with him with the last bit of composure he had before burying his face with your crotch, one hand kept your hips in place and the other held his other concubine hand, gasping against you as the other took him, you saw red– it was not a competition but you did not want him to only focus on the warm enveloping his cock.

All that filled the air were your choir of moans above his muffled coos and whines as you fucked his mouth, his tongue doing his best to keep up, eyes rolling back as you took fistfuls of his hair pulling harshly distracting him so much that he had begun to run of breath, as he ate everything and swallowed desperately, trying to concentrate on the feeling developing his tongue and lips and the sweet musky scent drowing him, fading with a twsited smile as you fucked him earnestly and harshly, he loved it when he was made into a bitch, he would never say it outloud of course– like many things in this building it went unspoken, but you could tell that all the old residents shared a certain quality to them.

Men and women who provided something everybody was afraid of giving to him before.

You’d seen him cling to men and women who wished to mark him, who told him that he was as much their property as they were his.

That proved their love was not superficial… It was genuine.

Or genuine enough for him.

He moaned and bucked his hips pathetically, yearning to reach the furthest parts of you, filling you, to feel his own cum foaming within you as he fucked you.

Moving you quickly, glad that this time he had thought ahead with these cushions for your knees would be bleeding and burning otherwise– it was all hazy at this point, all you knew was his name, the cold wind hardening your nipples, and the sound of his hips slapping into you as he whimpered with a mixture of desperation and pleasure, he finger fucked your companion, hands fucking his lover just as fast and hard to have the concubine running out of breath begging Homelander to not dare stop, making a mess of themselves on his fingers, coating them as their hole squelched and sucked him right back in, as the man grew pleased with the sight, your hands interlocked squeezing hard as they rode their orgasm to a happy end.

You caught a ruby glimpse reflecting in a metal bench nearby, you gulped knowing you had to think quickly.

Turning your face and arching your back as you begged him to hold you.

Coming loudly letting your knees and elbows give up, letting him push you down with his weight, always surprised how heavy those silly golden eagles are, you couldn’t believe his shoulders weren’t stiff 24/7, with a satisfied chuckle he waits for you both to snuggle with him.

The other urges him to take it into their apartment for it was getting cold and they sure didn’t want to catch a cold.

He half-begrudgingly agreed, wishing deep down to go a few more rounds outside but as he felt your goosebumps he took you both inside urgently.

Your hands never touched after that, Homelander ever so vigilant of both your movements, all you could do was hope the concubine would learn just how stringent and absurd John could be, fearful that anybody would dare hold affections to anybody but him.

You kissed his neck, nuzzling against him as he watched the sleeping concubine coldly, arguing with himself if they had meant to break the rules.

Whispering his name as he squeezed your stomach, soothing his unspoken anxiety he let go of those thoughts.

He returned your affections, easing into him as you fed off his warmth.

You whispered quietly, enjoying each other, easing his worries.

This was a peculiar life but in these quiet moments it was like any other.

In these moments it all felt perfectly normal, the world might never get it entirely and you yourself struggled with it at times but when you woke up to his kisses on your chest as he found a way to turn into the little spoon while the other sneaked to the toilet, you certainly didn’t want to change things.

Not one bit.