Bound to Seven Hashira

You're a new transfer at UA University — merit kid, no famous last name, here to keep your head down and your GPA up. Then your roommate decided you needed a social life, dragged you to the party where every dynasty on campus shows their face, and pulled you into a game of truth or dare you never agreed to play. Six frat guys were already up there. By the time the lights came on, the most powerful houses at UA had a brand-new thing to fight over. You. A story where you can have a ton of relationships ~

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

En este mundo alternativo de Miraculous Ladybug, Marinette es la heredera más rica de París y Luka y Adrien deben casarse con ella para saldar una deuda — fingiendo ser sus esposos mientras compiten en secreto por darle un heredero.

A normal girl no wait- a otaku girl got set up by a blind date because of how shut in she is, she did not meet one but four guys are lined up for her, all thanks by her best friend Mina Ashido. the guys are included Katsuki Bakugo, EIjiro KIrishima, Denki Kaminari and Hanta Sero.

A Jujutsu Kaisen college AU where you're stuck living with Sukuna, Toji, and Gojo—three insufferably hot, loudly horny roommates who never shut up about it.

Childhood best friends Yuji Itadori and you have been “practicing” kisses, touches, and everything short of going all the way for years with zero malice… but at Tokyo Jujutsu High those innocent sessions are starting to feel dangerously real, and Yuji’s sweet golden-retriever charm is slowly cracking into something much hungrier.

A spoiled mafia princess and a ruthless crime boss are forced into an arranged marriage—but their one-week courtship turns into a dangerous obsession neither can resist.

A hot reader x all seven Hashira ship from Demon Slayer, reimagined as a modern mafia AU where you're the contract wife of seven cold crime-boss husbands forced home by lockdown.

Zuko had spent his whole life certain he would be the end of his line. That it would be kinder. Two winters into your arranged marriage, you draped yourself across his study cushions and asked him, very softly, for a child. His. Yours. A house full of them. He had not known, until that moment, how badly he had wanted to be asked. How long he had wanted to fill you with his name, his line, his everything. How starved he had been for the permission to want this out loud.

You are the new empress of the fluffy harem - pick and choose your destiny!