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Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore 1

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic If you want to continue reading, they’re posted on ko-fi.com/taro13755. It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies maybe more followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker. Wilder. No longer red. I used to be soft. Gentle. Human. Now I wake up wet from dreams I didn’t have. Bite marks on my neck. Moans caught in my throat. Static in my ears. I flinch at mirrors. I glow when the moon’s full. And every time one of them looks at me — really looks at me — I feel the thorns growing again. They don’t touch me gently. They don’t ask for permission. They take. They bite. They bury themselves in the cracks I didn’t know I left open. And I let them. Because they fed me love. They crowned me with lust. And now power is breaking everything that held me still. This isn’t a romance. It’s a hunger. A reckoning. A memory that never died — even when I did. Ten butterflies or more. Ten lovers or more. Ten or more reasons I’m becoming something else entirely. And I am the bloom. The chalice. The girl at the center of the storm, still moaning for more. Please be nice to me — I write this for fun and just go with whatever comes to mind. I’m not a professional writer, and I’m not planning to be. I just enjoy writing, especially slow pacing and dragging things out. Sometimes I confuse the reader by not explaining whether it’s the past, present, or current timeline. So, read at your own risk! If you want to continue reading, they’re posted on at ko-fi.com/taro13755.
Faithzero · 11k Views

The Destructive Adventures of the Lovers

After being torn from the only life she knew, 16-year-old Margo is forced into a new home with strangers who call themselves her parents. Haunted by memories of her past and consumed by feelings of isolation, she struggles to adapt to her unfamiliar surroundings. School offers little relief—until she meets Gabriel, a mysterious boy who appears just when she needs a friend the most. Gabriel is everything Margo needs: kind, attentive, and always ready to whisk her away from her troubles. Each night, he invites her to secret places—an abandoned playground, a fog-choked garden, a crumbling train station at the edge of town—each more unsettling than the last. Yet with every chilling rendezvous, Margo feels more alive... more seen. But something isn’t right. Gabriel never comes to school during the day. Her adoptive parents never see him. And when they catch her talking to thin air, their concern deepens into fear. They say Gabriel isn't real—that he’s a figment of her imagination. Margo wants to believe them, but Gabriel feels real. More real than anything else in her life. As the nights grow colder and more twisted, Gabriel’s true nature begins to surface. Shadows move where they shouldn’t. Time warps in his presence. And the places they visit seem to echo with whispers from another world. Margo is forced to ask herself: Who—or what—is Gabriel? Why does he only want her? And what will happen on the final night he asks her to come with him? As the line between reality and delusion begins to crumble, Margo must make an impossible choice: stay in a world where she feels loved, or return to one that barely feels real. But one thing is certain—some friendships never let go.
ArborUniverse · 65.1k Views

Pregnant in Esper world: Who's the baby daddy?

AN ESPER'S MOAN IS HIS TRUEST CONFESSION. After dying in a world he had been transmigrated into, a young man thought his suffering was finally over. He believed he would wake up back in his original world...Earth where everything was at least familiar. But fate was far crueler. Instead of waking up in his own body, he opened his eyes in yet another strange place, one that was even more dangerous than the last. This was an esper world. And worse still, he hadn't woken up as some hero or powerful awakened being. No. He had transmigrated into the fragile body of a young man who worked as a bar attendant in a shady private club, a place that secretly dealt in human trafficking, where people like him could easily end up as nothing more than entertainment toys for espers if he wasn't careful. As if his life wasn't fucked up enough, Orion soon found out he was PREGNANT!!! In his first life, he had no memories of being pregnant for anyone so… how could he possibly be carrying a child? Who is the baby daddy? In this society, guides were rare and because of this, they were forbidden from becoming pregnant except they're bonded. Yet here Orion was hiding not just one crime, but two. First, concealing his true identity as a guide. Second, carrying a child without ever having been bonded to an esper. Two unforgivable sins. And the punishment for either was death. But then Orion thought death was good not until he found out the secret about the host whose body he is inside, the host who wasn't that innocent afterall. And the baby in his stomach is not tied to only one esper but five powerful espers. Or maybe more.
BLUE_WAVY_ · 65.5k Views