Legacies: The Original Threat

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

Reina Shido and Satoru Gojo have never gotten along. She sees him as reckless and irresponsible; he sees her as rigid and infuriatingly closed-off. After a brutal mission and too much alcohol, one reckless night blurs years of hostility into something neither of them planned.

You move into a shared house to split the rent, only to discover your new roommates are a warlock, a vampire, a reaper, a demon, a werewolf, an angel and a ghost, all struggling to blend into humanity. Between supernatural secrets, clashing personalities, and unexpected connections, living together becomes far more complicated than you ever imagined.

Your boyfriend Yuji has a secret—every time you get intimate, the King of Curses takes over, and he's becoming dangerously obsessed with you.

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

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

Hyeongjun ha muerto y tiene que elegir reencarnar o ir al cielo. Él no elige ni una de las opciones de paz solo porque se enamoró de la parca que lo acompañó todo su camino al más allá.

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

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