I've teased about Chibivincibles but imagine the Marks of the harem dealing with you getting shrunk into doll/figurine/plushie size.
Flaxan would act like he’s been shot by Cupid for the second time. He actually talks now, much to the surprise and annoyance of the others. Think “dad who didn’t want the dog” except he has always loved you and his affection only grew exponentially.
Full Mask wants to keep you in his pocket forever. What? There’s no way to turn you back? “What a shame,” he says, gently pouring warm water into your doll-sized porcelain tub. (He has schematics for a functional dollhouse bathroom, but there’s no rush.)
Head Cap thought it was cute at first, being able to literally carry you on the palm of his hand and seeing how his home-baked cakes dwarf you made him feral. When he’s making the doe you try to help him but always end up eating your share and pass out. With the proper clothes even you looked like a pastry yourself. It’s super cute. But he misses wrapping his arms around you.
Maskless was concerned with how possessive everyone became and wanted to keep you in his room until everyone else calmed down. You thank him for being the voice of reason, deciding to ignore the “successful transaction" notifications on his phone and dozens of pictures of doll paraphernalia.
Mohawk laughed out loud when he saw you in pipsqueak size. Takes as many pictures as possible and teases about dressing you up in doll clothes. He leads the charge in finding a way to cure you though. He wants to hold you as nature intended: butt naked and skin to skin.
No Goggles makes bestial sounds with his mouth every time he sees you in your new form. He insists on carrying you on his head, like Ratatoullie. But he is so hyperactive, you’re terrified of falling so you beg him to just hold you on his palm like the others.
Omni-Mark is stone-faced but inside his chest is a storm of emotions, mainly cuteness aggression. He doesn’t say it but he loves seeing you in this form. He will even take you with him to interrogations. Big, scary alien-man looms over a suspect with his arms crossed–what’s that on his shoulder? A sassy-looking doll? You’re standing with arms crossed, too, grinning arrogantly like you’re not several inches tall.
Prisoner is scared to touch you. He was already paranoid of being with you when you were you, now he has to deal with miniature you. What happens if he suffers an episode and he accidentally hits you? A million gory scenarios race through his head, shaking him, but tiny hands reach for his finger and he calms down instantly. Once he chills out, he lets you “assist” him with cooking. You are to stay away from the stove and ovens or anything electrical or hot. Or cold. He also teams up with Shiesty to sew your clothes. He’s responsible for making your loungewear.
Shiesty geeks out. This is his dream come true. His room is filled with expensive figurines from video games, anime and cartoons, but not one of them is as priceless as you. Because he cosplays and customizes a lot of his merch and gear, he’s good with his hands. He builds you a doll house that he reluctantly leaves in the living room “for fairness.” He also designs your more stylish clothes; suits, robes, dresses–it doesn’t matter what you identify as, clothes have no gender so you must wear them all! He begs you to model for him and then makes photo cards to bribe the other variants with. Dude has made a new currency with your limited edition photos.
Sinister jokes about swallowing you whole. The others think it’s in poor taste and scold him for it, but it’s not until you start crying because you realize how even more helpless you’ve become, that he falls to his nose and knees, begging for forgiveness. You make him promise not to eat you and he will agree with a light laugh. He likes to watch you do your own thing in your miniature house. He doesn’t say anything. He just sits there and observes. A normal person would be unable to go on with their day, but you’ve forgotten what normal means.
Target gets all emotional and realizes how delicate you are. He has a strong fascination with toys and plushies, but unlike Shiesty, he thinks it’s lame to show that interest so he buries it. But with you appearing before him like a doll, his inner child resurfaces. He draws clothes for you (they’re too fancy for your taste but you don’t say that because he’s having fun). He demands the others make the clothes but he’s a jerk so they refuse. You’re the one who steps in and ask Shiesty to pretty please bring Target’s designs to life. You even volunteer to model them because Target’s boyish smile is so rare and precious.
Viltrumite always carries you with both hands. Like Prisoner, he’s afraid of accidentally crushing you. He’s been into playing with clay lately and he wants to make models based on your small form. You once fell asleep on the tiny bed he built for you, and when you woke up over fifty statues surrounded the bed. Like Sinister, he enjoys watching you.
a/n: there may be grammar mistakes because i'm exhausted as heck, i promise to reply to your messages when i wake from my nap. good night (noon for me)
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Disclaimer: The image used in this post does not belong to writerclaire. It was lifted from: https://gamerant.com/invincible-all-alternate-dimension-invincibles-fates/
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A/n: Yeah the same English VA voiced all these dudes, and his B-Day is TODAY!
Tbh though, I wanna take a break from this one sided infatuated hellhole I dug myself into and write for other series again, that aren't dubbed with him in it. The irony of me saying that when I wrote this of all things. I ❤️ that madman though. Ah, the mess of a crush!
Pairing: Adult! Makoto, Anos, Jiji, Mash, Nagumo, Mikey, Lighter, Jinwoo, Ryoji X Fem!Adult!Reader.
CW: SPOILERS FOR ALL THE FANDOMS INVOLVED SO BE PREPARED.
Characters aged up 21+. Isekaied reader. All shows coexist in this anime world AU.
SFW and NSFW CONTENT INVOLVED. Kinda headcanons/daily life with the various tagged dudes, mushy fluffy romance with eventual brief short smut. Voice kink, lovesick/lovestruck reader, reverse harem vibes.
Getting reborn in a world choked full of anime characters would be any weeb’s greatest dream. Your inner wish finally gets granted, at last!
So many cameos, easter eggs, references serving the overstimulation you craved.
Urban dystopia, cyberpunk, fantasy, and even classic and modern day Japan structures this conglomeration that is the capital of this anime city in this anime world.
In one way or another, you yourself seek out such dashing men that all had their unique quirks and styles straight out of the gate. Even in this new life they still hold a place in your heart.
Unlike most leads in reverse harem stories, you wanted to embrace this fantasy. Your lovesick self literally gave off such an intense lovestruck aura as is. You crave that kind of affection and attention, in this life as the last.
Someway, somehow, it worked.
Your bois … them dudes … ah what a lineup.
Mash, the magicless exercise buff, secretly likes you watching him doing weight lifts with one hand and eating cream puffs with the other. While workouts with him are more casual, he still appreciates you wanting to bond over it, inspiring him to do his push ups and sit ups with you kissing him when his face gets close enough as his motivation and reward. That and sharing slash feeding each other cream puffs together whenever you get the chance.
“You don't have to dote on me so much. Even without magic, I will use all of my strength to keep you safe. And bake cream puffs for you every day. I'll dote on you all to show you just how much you mean to me.”
Jiji, the goofy quirky red-head that he is, despite the Evil Eye yokai of hatred using him as its vessel, slowly but surely wormed his way into your heart. The stupid jokes paired with those face expressions laced with the boundless energy he has despite the hell he's been through grew on you over time until his beaming smile got you turning to mush. Being able to wind down and relax when he started gaining control over his alternate self, taking naps with you got you being the big spoon for this cutie. Cuddles are inevitable.
“Your laugh is infectious. Getting you to smile is my daily goal. It really does make my day. Gets me smiling every single time. I never want this feeling to end. So let's have more bright filled days ahead together, Y/n~”
Lighter, the red scarfed honor bound Champion, rightfully won your heart with his protective romantic dorky self. Meeting each other through your shared friends that are legendary Proxies, you become entangled in each other's lives. Giving you rides on his motorbike went from convenient transport to enjoying the scenic drive together. Sharing some Nitro Fuel together as he quipped out some dorky puns all to make you smile. You keep him grounded in return. Kissing every single scar his past left him with, being able to let down his walls and be open with you, it all means so much.
“You can count on me to get the job done. Whatever it is, whenever you need me, I'm there. I'll fight for you until my dying breath. Hey now, don't cry. I'm not going anywhere. Not for a long time.”
Anos, the misfit that is the Demon King of Tyranny, exudes natural charm and strength that is indeed OP. Building bridges, ending divides, bringing everyone united in a new age for his descendants. So of course the strapping reincarnated man bewitched you as well. Sure he has his own group of comrades on the side – a harem in a sense from others perspective – but from his self awareness, you have an actual harem. He was amused, intrigued even, that you would see him as another potential mate, so he humored you. His parents were more than welcoming to meet a bride he wouldn't mind marrying one day. You're just that interesting to him.
“Did you really think that just because I was part of your little court, that I would be outdone by my competition? I'll be as savage as well as benevolent to my rivals. Why am I going along with it? Well … I'm enthralled by you, my lovely human.”
Nagumo, one of the strongest assassins there is, would deem crossing paths with you during a mission not as a coincidence but as fate. He felt light as a feather, walking on air, as he made small talk with you after finishing his tasks for the day, that elated smile that came with blood stains. The fact that you reciprocate his assassin lifestyle had the arrow of love striking him true, mirroring Sakamoto's reason for leaving the Order all to be with his own special someone. Introducing you to said former comrade at his convenience store came soon after.
“Getting close to me will put you at risk, no doubt. And I barely have time to see you as it is due to my job. But I'll gladly kill anyone that dares harm a hair on your pretty little head. I really like you, after all.”
Mikey, the leader of his own biker group, can be quite the handful. Being overprotective about keeping his family safe, blood bound and found, you were no exception. He'd do anything for you, day or night. He is as loyal as he is a kid at heart. He wears his heart on his sleeve in your honest opinion. Giving him PDA really lifts his spirits; loved fill squeezing hugs, smooching him senseless, and being a shoulder to cry on for those tough days.
“Oi. I'm grateful to you. Ya know that, right? When this city sees delinquents in a better light through the Tokyo Manji Gang, my brother's dream will finally become a reality. And I hope you'll be by my side when that happens. I can't imagine anything else worthwhile.”
Jinwoo, an E-rank hunter reawakened to become the next Shadow Monarch took the world and beyond by storm, sweeping all off their feet. Slaying magic beasts all around you to show off his growing strength and speed. Saving those that are genuinely worth it helped balance the OP aura he gave, winning your heart in his favor. Seeing his former self in you brought out his overprotectiveness, aiding in winning him over in turn. This Ruler rather carry you princess style himself than his shadow generals.
“We've both been at the bottom. But while I've been fortunate to have agency and power to lead a better life, you haven't been so lucky. If you wouldn't mind, I want to look after you. I … I care about you. Very much. I want to be there for you like you have been for me.”
Ryoji, the Appraiser of Nyx herself, could not believe it himself. He was back together with his friends, making new memories with this second chance. And he had you to thank for that. The anomaly that is many worlds meshing together to create this one has you literally radiating at its core, having him hone in on you. You're an angel in his eyes. Hence, serenading on the piano for you, affectionately swaying you over with his wise words about embracing life to the fullest, and wrapping his scarf around you for you both to share. You got Death wrapped around your finger.
“I didn't expect to be in the presence of an angel, yet here you are. Knowing you had a hand in making all this possible, allow me to thank you personally. Beneath this moon, beside this sea, will you share one dance with me?”
Makoto, the savior literally tied to Death itself, willingly gave up his life to save his world from the literal end. In this alternate life, he too had been given another chance to live a long life. And like his close friend, he gets drawn to your presence. But unlike the former, you're the affectionate one. Petting him, sharing headphones in exchange for letting him rest against you, even looking unto his big blue eyes had him blushing and ducking his head in embarrassment. This silent loner boi is not immune to your smitteness.
“You're strange. Putting yourself out there … because you like me? Sorry. I've had admirers before, but I've never wanted to ruin those friendships. So why …? Maybe Ryoji was right. You're like a kindred soul to us … to me. We've all died yet came back. All to meet one another. I've dealt with stranger things … but I don't mind. You, that is. I mean it.”
While they were all different, the similarities when it comes to their bond with you are all there.
Shaking their warm calloused hands, no other kind of handshake could ever hope to top it.
Those marvelous eyes fascinate you.
Their modest encouragement sends your heart ablaze.
The many things they do to make each day easier, comfy, worthwhile.
Their fingers rubbing sensually along your cranium down to your tense neck. Massaging the rest of your stressed sore body followed suit. Of course they'd flex for you as you return the kind act, giving their lean builds love bites and smooches in the process.
Your drained hum of thanks reaches their ears as you use their lap as your pillow. They would do the same if they're too drained to go to bed or they need your presence to cheer them up for whatever reason.
Their hand brushes through your hair strands, pushing them aside to trail along your flushed cheek, causing it to darken further because it's their touch.
Many times you fall asleep against them, whether leaning into their side or using their lap as a pillow, it always ends with them rearranging yourselves to sleep on the couch together with you on top on them or they carry you to bed and keeps you in their arms still as you cuddle amid la la land.
Their laughter, whether deep or light, is a musical score you cherish to hear much more.
Lounging together with you sitting up against his front, your legs in between his own, his arms wrapped around you, he held the console controller in your lap with his hands overlapping yours as you played whatever video games piqued both your interests.
Spotting you squeezing the life out of chibi plush doll versions of themselves always brought out their envy. But it was your comfort whenever you couldn't hug their real life counterparts due to work or any other occupying situations. But you do get the chance to see them again, cuddles and kisses come in tenfold.
Even being able to spend time with them along with their comrades and friends always ends up with you staying glued by their side.
Days turned to weeks and then months, for each passing moment you were interweaving a web of bonds that got you attached to these fine nine beings.
For they share the same voice.
God that voice …
Such versatility and tenor. So sultry, sensual, and sexy all at once. It should be a crime to sound that fine. Of course it will slide. That kind of voice times nine. Like a soul split into nine sublime forms.
Comforting words. Encouragement. Goofy impressions. The puns. Saying your name. Pet Names. Any and every word. You could never get enough.
Then there are the salacious moments.
Them whispering in your ears to utter any and all such things. Dirty, romantic, primal. Whatever suited the mood. Whichever made you both comfortable.
“Does my voice really make you come that much? Interesting~”
That exact sentence would become like a motto – a slogan perhaps – to these guys. Teasing you in that tempo and timbre all to make you melt. Never letting you live it down.
“The ways in which you talk to me~”
Your own tease earned you being pushed up against the wall, your free hand supporting you since your other hand was pinned behind your back. His free hand grasped your chin, tilting your face around all to devour you. Just one of many scenarios that play out between you and your many partners.
Your first time with each of them is equally special, ingrained into your mind and your core.
Whether decent or long, wide or thick, so much variety with every cock that stuffs up your needy pussy.
Smooth and sly or sculpted and rough are such fingers that get to touch you, trace patterns along your sensitive flesh.
To pinch and rub your pearls, leaving love bites on every inch of you to remind one another who you belong to.
Fondling and massaging your frame, suckling on your stretch marks along your fine as fuck dumpy, stuffing their fingers in both your mouths to lather up your essence, licking from your ass crack to your clit.
They all share the intoxicating crave for your addictive taste, devouring your cunt for hours on end, their faces squished between your quivering sweaty thighs, their noses buried in your pubic hair while they're sloppily making out as their dexterous fingers and skillful tongues went to work on having you come so many times.
Missionary, backshots, the mating press, against the wall, on the floor, across tables and couches, even on the roof — when there's a will there's a way.
They love replacing the pearls around your neck …
Titty fucking. Throat fucking. Ejaculating all over your sweaty sheen self. Jacking off through your thighs, your peachy hills, all to tease you so close to edge yet striving to be within you.
Of course, they let you have your way with them in kind. Their egos and hearts soar as you claim them, the bite marks and bruising sucks litter their lean firm vessels to match yours. The tattoos, the scars, those get you showering smooches like mad.
Whether hugging their waist or throwing them over their shoulders, they love to rub and grip your legs enough for fingertips to be left behind as your latch onto them is ironclad.
Weaving hands through each other's haphazard hair while tugging on them hair strands roughly amiss lust, interlocking their hands with yours that need that tether to keep hold onto through the hectic ride of orgasmic paradise.
Massaging your ever tight gummy caverns all to see your expressions of vulnerable passion, falling apart easily while stuffing their cream in you, hitting that sizzling bundle of nerves all to tip you over the edge.
Those feral groans, them unhinged moans, such breathless cries of euphoria with your name reading such a crescendo off their swollen wet mouths as they could never get enough of your vice grip firm enough to leave their fingerprints behind.
Your curling, squirming self crying and breathless as creamy goodness dripped down your valleys, their comforting warm bodies draping over your beautiful self, holding you while the highs of sex would soon calm down.
“Let me fight for you.”
“Laugh with you.”
“Cry with you.”
“Reshape the world for you.”
“Kill for you.”
“Protect you.”
“Rule with you.”
“Live life with you.”
“Love you.”
In this alternate universe, in a world full of vibrant people, with limitless possibilities and potential …
The shape of them — their very existences — ingrained in your type of mate. Partner. Perhaps the shape of their souls are all one in the same. All intense, driven and outrageous.
Maybe because of your preference in your former life. Through their voices all stemming from one. Perhaps your rooted desire for a significant other with that boundless voice created so many options and you finally hit the jackpot.
When the day comes you wake up amongst all nine men strewn about, bare to the bone the same as you, in sheen gleaming ecstasy, soiled sheets and pillows thrown about all over the spacious bedroom, as you smiled all dopey like at those peaceful sleeping dreamboats.
The shape of you might as well be a heart because you too wore it when you're with your favorites.
Jaune tells Nora and Pyrrha to go to Team RWBY and get his hoodies back, only for them to join the harem and get their own hoodies.
Jaune didn’t think it was a big request.
He leaned back in his chair, arms folded, trying to sound confident.
“Okay, Nora. Pyrrha. I need you two to go to Team RWBY’s dorm and get my hoodies back.”
Pyrrha blinked politely. “Your… hoodies?”
“Yes,” Jaune said firmly. “Ruby borrowed one. Then Yang borrowed another. Blake somehow ended up with one. And Weiss said she was ‘confiscating’ one because it was ‘comfortable.’”
Nora gasped dramatically.
“THEY STOLE YOUR HOODIES?!”
“They borrowed them,” Jaune corrected weakly. “Just go ask for them back.”
X-xx-X
Twenty minutes later…
Jaune was waiting outside the dorm hallway when the door opened.
Ruby stepped out first.
Wearing one of his hoodies.
Then Yang.
Also wearing one.
Then Blake.
Also wearing one.
Then Weiss—
“Why do you all still have my hoodies?”
Ruby smiled sweetly.
“They’re comfy!”
Yang grinned.
“Also you look cute when you complain about it.”
Blake quietly adjusted the sleeves of the hoodie.
“Efficient clothing.”
Weiss crossed her arms.
“They are… acceptable.”
Jaune groaned.
“This is exactly what I was worried about—”
The door opened again.
Nora stepped out.
Wearing a hoodie.
Jaune stared.
“…Nora.”
She spread her arms proudly.
“I got one!”
“You were supposed to get them back!”
“Mission partially successful!” Nora said happily.
Jaune slowly turned to Pyrrha.
“…Pyrrha?”
Pyrrha stepped out last.
Also wearing one of his hoodies.
It was several sizes too big, sleeves covering her hands.
She blushed.
“I believe… I may have misunderstood the assignment.”
Yang snorted.
Ruby giggled.
Weiss sighed.
Blake hid a smile behind her book.
Jaune buried his face in his hands.
“I sent two people to retrieve my hoodies.”
He gestured helplessly at the hallway full of girls wearing them.
Genderbent AU + gender difference + male Furina!mc
The idea is simple in this AU ever male character is gender swapped to female, females outnumber men 20 to 1 And because women outnumber men 20 to 1 it’s common for multiple women to share 1 man ( aka shitty harem anime plot set up) and male Furina!mc being from a ‘normal’ world instantly recognized the stupid harem anime tropes and try’s to avoid them best he can (aka cross dressing as a girl to avoid being swarmed/harassed) because he’s already taken (he has a girlfriend back on earth) but the world seems dead set on its tropes so after the trial, literally every single archon (and the traveler who is a genderbent aether) walk in on Furina!mc while he’s getting dressed and see him naked, and thus the beginning of the dumbest harem anime/story ever begins
What do you mean they walked in on him changing?! Guys?! Really?! You could've at least knocked!
Oh, but i do love the premise. Poor Male Furina!MC, though. Being forced to crossdress like that.
The women of Teyvat were just that scary, especially the 'harem coded' ones... ugh, thank goodness he has looks that were feminine enough for him to past off as a girl... but that doesn't matter anymore because the gender is out the bag! 😱
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SVSSS is already a book within a book, so it gives the idea of a fanfic within a fanfic, where a Shen Yuan is transmigrated into a BL fanfic.
It's a fanfic based on PIDW, where the writer shipped Shen Jiu with several male characters from the web novel and decided to create an AU harem fanfic, in which the harem is his.
A harem of political marriages, at least from Shen Jiu's perspective, where throughout the story the husbands try to seduce him, while he refuses to even sleep with any of them. And literally, even just to sleep, he doesn't want to.
I imagine that among readers, Yue Qingyuan, Liu Qingge, and Luo Binghe would be the most popular, and would probably end up in Qijiu or poli. I can easily imagine the fights, with Binghe being the most toxic option because they hate each other, but at the same time Binghe is obsessed, making it a perfect recipe for enemies-to-lovers.
However, we're talking about transmigration, and Shen Yuan is not at all happy about being the protagonist of a BL!
And all these characters are straight, it makes no sense at all! Well, then Shen Yuan will treat it as if he were living in a fraternity house.
And he wasn't the only one to transmigrate, Bing-ge did too.
Bing-ge died owning a harem, only to be reborn as one of the husbands of one?! How absurd!
... But since that's the case, then he has to be the First Husband, the favorite, the only one in his husband's eyes.
He is Binghe, so he is already all that to Shen Yuan, he just doesn't know it yet.
they would be childhood friends unexpectedly reunited in the harem… promised when they were like twelve that they’d get married one day and then something happened to split them up and they didn’t see each other again for years
Walk with me. Pedro and Fermin growing up in Murcia, neither of their families have much (Pedro’s father is still a fisherman and Fermin’s parents weave fabric etc) and live happy and contained lives so it makes all the sense in the world that maybe one day when they’re older they’ll get married. They like each other too, joined at the hip since childhood, constantly wandering off into the forest or dangling their little feet off the edge of the pier. As more years pass, pedro keeps sneaking onto his father’s boat with his sister until eventually he’s allowed to go with him and the crew to fish. Fermin sitting with his mama and learning how to weave the expensive fabric that she takes to the marketplace to sell. Anyway Pedro’s sister is slated to take the exams to *waves hands vaguely* become a court official, it’s unspoken but the family long since agreed that Pedro will carry on the family business and his sister will join the court. Only at the last minute, she confides in him that she never wanted to join the court. She’d been sneaking into their father’s boat for years before Pedro started tagging along. No one ever asked her if she wanted to take over the family business, everyone just assumed it would be Pedro. Anyway pedro and her devise some sort of a plan where he takes the carriage to the palace and spends the year living with a well off aunt or uncle to study for the exams while she stays behind and forces their parents’ hand.
Pedro knocks on Fermin’s family’s door at dawn to apologise and tell him that he won’t be coming back for a while (they both know that if he passes the exams he’ll probably not be home for years — maybe not ever). Fermin scrubbing his tired eyes and trying not to cry, wishing Pedro luck and collapsing in a heap after the carriage disappears over the hill.
Anyway a few years later Fermin is in the market helping his mama sell the last few bolts of fabric they’ve woven over spring. A man wearing the insignia of the emperor stops by their stall, Fermin politely offers to show him their finest silk, a commission from the emperor is no laughing matter, but the official has no interest in the fabric. You are very beautiful, he tells Fermin, has your family ever thought about introducing you to the court — to the emperor?
