#frozen harem au

[cakesmelons]

I missed them..💞(don't mind the uh change of clothes...)

So basically I have this discarded drawing of shattered with a... tongue and like this is my way of.... I dunno undiscarding it?

[sunnymainecoonx]

IT'S HORRORS GODAMN BDAY AND I KNOW DAMN WELL FROM EXPERIENCE I WON'T DRAW SH FOR HIM SO—

Anyways happy birthday giant rat ☺️☺️ here's the magma btw, I'm dedicating it to Horror

There's also this one- recruiting some bitches with Epic :3 ( @cakesmelons )

[hannie-dul-set]

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS [6].

SYNOPSIS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. WARNINGS. almost drowning, a nauseating amount of stupidity, swearing, sex jokes, bribery, the boys are shirtless for most of the chapter. WORD COUNT. 5.2k.

TAGLIST. @cerealdreamwriter @tyongff-ff @dinonuguaegi @certifiedmoa @blueberrgyuu0 @primantha @blu3bell4 @nunugget @hoshi-is-ult-bbg @captivq @tocupid @seosalad @ddazed-lhs @gyuszie @mifuyuyo @error-cant-function @twocupsofsuga @flowerbe0m @dangerousconnoisseurbanana @laviesm @keikeu @elavin @chaemmie @rikisly @satsuri3su @gyugyubin @junhuicosmo @skzenhalove @luvkpopp @yansbolobao @emer-syn @eggomi @drunkinjake @soobiverse @deobitifull @haechanspudu @yawnzzn27 @7myoi @toothfa-1-ry @imsiriuslyreal @maimoirs @whippedforbeomgyu

NOTE. this is my favorite chapter so far i think i peaked here. the ppt scene was inspired by anthpo, my professors' tendency to use the socratic method to instill trauma in their students, and hoshi from seventeen's tiger agenda. also, most of this was written before i found out odi has passed 😔 fly high little guy.

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CHAPTER 6 — the obligatory pool episode.

THERE’S A HEATWAVE IN TOWN. When you wake up, it feels like you got transported into Satan’s rectum. It’s sweaty and disgusting under your covers, and kicking them off does nothing to appease the hellish humidity inside your room. But when you roll over to grab the remote for the air conditioning, blindly press on the button, nothing happens.

You try again.

It’s not working.

You jolt up from your bed, hair a mess, and armpits too sweaty for comfort. A power outage. Of course, there’d be no power on the hottest day of the year.

“Fucking shit, I’m so hot,” you announce as you make your arrival downstairs. It’s only Sunghoon and Jay in the living room. They turn away from their game of jenga upon your arrival.

“Yeah, you’re super hot,” says Jay. “I mean, damn global warming sure sucks, huh?”

The wooden tower collapses. You stifle out a grunt of agreement. “Apparently some feeders in the neighborhood broke down,” Sunghoon informs you. “They’re still fixing it. The generator also wasn’t working when Heeseung hyung went down the basement to turn it on. I think we need to get that fixed too.”

Well, shit. That’s not good news. You give Sunghoon a pat on the head for speaking thirty-six words to you today before walking over to the kitchen. Last time you checked, there was a stash of popsicles in there. You’re pretty sure they haven’t been completely water-fied by the blackout yet.

For some reason, upon nearing the kitchen island, the fridge door is hanging open. You understand why when you step on something— er, someone— on the way towards your frozen delight. “Ow!” Beomgyu hisses from the floor. There’s remnants of cold wind filtering out from the refrigerator. Beomgyu has claimed it as his territory, and he’s glaring up at you from his spot. “Watch where you’re going.”

“‘Scuse me.”

You walk over him, hiking one leg across his torso before infringing upon his fridge monopoly to grab a half-melted melon bar. This isn’t exactly how Beomgyu imagined how it’d be like to be in between your legs. “I’m not sure if you’re dense or if you just don’t give a fuck,” he says, propping himself up by the elbows as you dig through a plastic bag.

“I really just don’t don’t give a fuck.” You snap a bite out of the pale green popsicle. “Want one?”

“Give.”

“Go get one yourself.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m sure you’d love to.” You close the fridge door shut and make sure to kick his side with your foot when you cross over him again. He lets out a cry of pain. You turn back, satisfied with your cold exploits, but there is no wall separating the living room and the kitchen, so Sunghoon and Jay were witnesses to that entire conversation. “Do you also want a bite?” you ask. Their ears burn a couple degrees brighter before declining.

Was that an intentional insinuation? Yes. Do you enjoy destroying their composure on purpose? Also yes. It’s a new hobby you picked up since staying here, and it’s definitely one you’ll miss once your dorms get fixed and you’d have to move out. Jay and Jake are both particularly difficult to get through, but sometimes you can manage to fluster the former, just like now. Jake has been impossible so far. You’ll get him one day. He can’t be left unscathed.

This may seem terrible, and sometimes you do get a teensy bit conscientious when one of them starts crying or becomes temporarily incapacitated— until you remember they have this whole secret bet going on that definitely involves you, so you should be allowed to fuck around this much, right?

“Hey! Why don’t we have a pool party?”

The genius idea comes from Jake. You immediately run up back to your room upon hearing the suggestion to change into a bathing suit, pausing right before your door because you don’t want anyone waving the PD&J at your face for indecent attire again. So you throw on a beach kimono for the safety of your wallet. They emptied the jar out yesterday to buy some meat for a barbecue party that’s supposed to be scheduled this weekend, but looks like you’re gonna be having that sweet, sweet pork belly tonight right by the chlorine scent of the pool. 

You hurry downstairs, so fucking ready to be submerged in cool, refreshing water. But when you get to the courtyard— all the boys already loitering in and around the pool— you realize something. 

Something a little dangerous.

“You’re finally here!”

Oh no. They’re hot.

“We’re playing chicken fight, come jo—”

A rather scantily clad Sunghoon pushes an equally scantily clad Jake off Soobin’s unclothed shoulders and into the splash of the water. They are all bare-skinned, glistening wet, and although it’s not a bad sight to behold at all, it’s a discovery that you wish had remained undiscovered until you finally leave this damned house.

Listen. It’s not like you’ve never seen any of them shirtless or almost naked before. Jay was literally in his highlighter underwear when you first met him. But you were never put in a situation where you’re able to look at them closely because all those times have been meshed with something stupid.

It’s very easy to overlook their general attractiveness when they all act like third-graders, bitchless losers, scandalized Victorian men, or all of the above at the same time, in the same sequence. It’s really easy to forget that.

But Heeseung has his soaked tank top sticking to his skin and Beomgyu is pushing his wet hair back with a wide grin. Your housemates might actually be a tad bit more attractive than your prolonged, initial impression of them. This can cause a little internal trouble.

“Why aren’t you getting in the water?”

Soobin is the one that’s asking, having already left the water fight in the middle and is now looking up at you, chest deep near the pool’s edge. You look down. You’re not sure if he’s looking directly at you because you’re a little focused on his toned arms resting above the ledge, but if he is, then good on him for keeping up with his eye-contact practice hours.

“Hey,” you call out, crouching down and hugging your knees. “Do you work out?”

Silence. Pink scatters across Soobin’s cheeks. He coughs out an unintelligible response and disappears back under the water, quietly swimming away. Yes. This is how it should be.

Feeling a lot more at ease after confirming you still have the upper hand, you finally dip your legs into the pool and stretch out your back with a satisfied groan. Fuck, this is perfect. You’re honestly unsure how you’re supposed to transition back into life at the dorms when this house has a perfectly refreshing pool at your disposal. You don’t remember what life was like before this. You’d live here for the rest of your life if you could. But you have enough pride in your system to prevent you from extending your verbal contract with Jake. Two months. It’s a few days past the halfway point now. All you could do is enjoy this life of comfort as much as you can.

Until it gets ripped away from you in the form of Jake yanking your ankle and dragging you under the water with a horrifying splash. 

Before you know it, you’re gasping for air and grabbing the nearest thing your arms could reach out for so you don’t fucking drown— but when you finally manage to rise back to the surface, a loud inhale of air into your lungs, the person you managed to hold onto just happens to be Heeseung.

Heeseung, who’s looking down at you with wide, alarmed eyes while you’re wrapped around his waist. Heeseung, who shoves you back into the water out of panic and shock and whatever the fuck his problem is.

Jake rushes to pull you back up. Heeseung is dead to you.

“I’m sorry.”

He failed to kill you so he’s now down on his knees, timid palms on his lap, and head lowered in guilt.

“I am very sorry,” Heeseung repeats. “I am deeply reflecting on my actions.”

You’re sitting on the half log shaped chairs on the courtyard, still wet, arms and legs both crossed in petulance as Sunghoon quietly dries your hair with a towel from behind (no, you didn’t scare him into doing this). 

“Stand up.” He flinches at the tone of your voice. “Go get yourself dried up so we can finally start the barbecue.”

He’s awfully obedient. You watch as his slumped figure trudges back into the house. “Was that too much?” The back of your head hits Sunghoon’s bare stomach when you try to look at him. He’s holding your head in his hands with the damp towel in between.

“You’re always a little much,” he mumbles.

“Is that a bad or good thing?”

Sunghoon ponders for a moment, staring at your upside down face. “More is always better than less?”

You smile, snatching the towel from his hands and jumping off from your seat. “Good answer.” Two gentle pats of praise on his cheek set his skin on fire. Speaking of fire, you can already smell the scent of smoke and deliciously cooking meat wafting in the air, so you run over to Jay who’s on grilling duty, hoping to get an early bite.

“Can you pass me a plate?” he asks, flipping the cut up pieces of meat on the barbecue grill. “Thanks.”

“Gimme one.” You open your mouth, chasing after the slice of pork belly on his tongs until he brings it closer to your mouth for you to bite. “Holy shit,” you muffle out, hot air escaping from your lips.

“Good?” he asks.

“Very good.” You swallow the piece. “One more?”

He lets you snack on a bunch of well-done beef before they could reach the plate and at some point he mentions, as you’re tearing open a few packs of ramyeon to cook, that you look a lot like the curled up pieces of shrimp he’s currently grilling. You narrow your eyes at him, hand dangerously hovering above boiling water with a square of raw noodles. “Are you trying to say I look charred and have a terrible posture?”

“No.” Jay raises a piece of shrimp in the air, showing it off to you. “Doesn’t it look cute?”

Now that you’re looking at it a little closer, it does look kind of cute. Huh. “Would you eat me if I was a grilled shrimp?”

Jay thinks about it. He keeps thinking until you start smelling something burning. “I’d keep you safe in my pantry,” he finally answers. 

“So you’ll just let me spoil over and die?”

His expression drops. “Fuck.” The shrimp is unsalvageable. “I guess I’d have to eat you.”

The rest of dinner goes on as you expect. Jay and Beomgyu take turns over the grill until Jake thought he’d be naturally gifted over the fire and ended up making charcoal with the last pack of galbi (“It’s fine!” he said. “I’ll take care of it!”) and today’s heatwave suddenly becomes a whole lot hotter with the rising flame on the fucking grill right when Soobin brings out the marshmallows for dessert. It gets quickly defused by a fire-hydrant bearing Heeseung. Now your charcoal galbi has toxic frosting on them. This is the sign to move on to the next part of the program.

The set of log-themed chairs on the courtyard has a bonfire set-up at the center. Of course this unreasonably nice house has that. It’s already getting dark, ink seeping into the orange tintent sky. Jake decides to redeem himself after watching Heeseung fail to set up the chunks of wood for the nth time. “You don’t know how to start a fire? Dude, that’s so lame.” 

“You burnt all our remaining meat with those fire starting skills of yours,” Heeseung huffs, stepping aside for the self-proclaimed camping expert.

“You still ate them.” You’re pretty sure that isn’t healthy.

“Because you would’ve felt sad if I didn’t.”

“You’re both equally lame,” Beomgyu chides, plopping down beside you with a bag of chips that you unceremoniously dig your hand into. “You two haven’t even had your solo chapters yet.”

A flame erupts on the bonfire. Both of them turn to look at Beomgyu. “What?”

“What are we arguing about?” Jay joins in, looking a little too excited for the squabble.

“About the fact that I’m cooler than both Heeseung and Jake.”

Heeseung’s expression falls flat. “You dropped out to become a streamer.”

“Leave of absence! I took a leave of absence and I’m coming back next year!”

Sunghoon and Soobin are both just ignoring the mess, roasting their skewered marshmallows on the bonfire and you aspire to be that level of unbothered. “Let’s consult a professional’s opinion,” Jay suggests, and all their eyes immediately fall on you. “Who do you think is the coolest?” Apparently that professional is you.

“This is like asking which dwarf is the tallest midget,” you wrinkle your nose. “But alright. Why don’t we settle this like real men?”

“Arm wrestling?” Sunghoon jumps in.

“Cooking contest?” Heeseung pitches.

“Do you want us to beat the shit out of each other right now?” Jake’s eyes fly wide open, alarmed. “I don’t think that’s a healthy way of settling arguments.”

“The fuck? No,” you spit out. “Thirty minutes. Prepare a powerpoint presentation explaining why you’re the coolest loser. Convince me. Ten slides max. Good luck.”

Something about almost naked men scattered around your home premises, aggressively typing on their keyboards with so much concentration and determination is so funny. You’re enjoying the raw bag of marshmallows by yourself beside the fire, watching as Heeseung starts panicking when you yell out “Five minutes left!” and starts typing even more aggressively. It’s pretty entertaining. Why haven’t you done this before?

At some point Jake brings out a projector and a projector screen to the courtyard. Seems like the power is back on, and your classroom of death has been set in place.

“Okay. Who wants to go first?”

You’ve produced a clipboard while they were working very hard on the PPTs earlier, legs crossed, fire crackling in front of you, and you click the butt of your pen in intermittent seconds as you scroll your eyes from left to right across the six boys standing in front of you. Heeseung looks confident. Jay and Beomgyu, too. There’s sweat dripping down Sunghoon’s forehead and Jake is furiously flipping through his notepad like he’s cramming for a final exam. But the poor, unfortunate soul that just had to look away from your gaze is none other than—

“Choi Soobin.” He flinches, nearly letting go of the laptop he has clutched against his chest. “Give it a go. The rest of you sit down.”

He looks rattled. “I’m not— I’m not really good at presentations,” Soobin chokes out, and the rest disappear from his side.

You let your chin rest on your knuckles, leaning forward. “Are you forfeiting? Is this a forfeit I’m hearing?” He doesn’t respond. You sigh. “Choi Soobin, are you settling with a D? A tiny, miniscule, measly D?” Beomgyu lets out a snort. You shoot him a sharp stare. “The other Choi, please shut the fuck up unless you want me docking points from you. Choi number one, please start your presentation.

Beomgyu straightens in his seat and Soobin hesitantly clears his throat, turning towards the blank, white projector screen as he holds the clicker with a visibly shaky hand. “Good— good evening,” he starts. “My name is Choi Soobin, and today I was tasked to explain why I am the coolest housemate out of the six. The answer is I am not. I’m not very cool. But—”

When he clicks to the next slide, your clipboard clatters on the ground.

“But I do have a hedgehog, and that’s kinda cool?”

“Holy shit,” you exhale a breathy squeak, the picture of the rodent’s cute little snout occupying half of the large screen. Soobin cycles through a bunch of photos of his hedgehog and the various screams of delight you’re eliciting after each photo makes him smile a little bit more. “Look at that little guy! Oh my god. What’s his name? Where is he? Can I meet him? Please let me meet him, Soobin I am begging you, I will get on my knees for you.”

“His name is Odi and he’s currently living at my parents’ house,” he explains. “I’ll invite you sometime.”

“That’s cheating! This isn’t part of the guidelines!” Jake interrupts, pointing an accusatory finger at the photo of Soobin holding Odi in his hands. Your coos are unceasing.

Heeseung nods along. “Professor, I believe this is completely unrelated to our topic at hand.”

Soobin looks visibly offended. You straighten your expression and click your tongue. “Ahem,” you start. “As much as I believe that Odi is the darn cutest little shit to ever exist and I will die for him given the chance, Heeseung is right. Mr. Choi, I’m afraid I’d have to give you a C.”

He presses the clicker. The slide is back to the video of Odi running down a slide.

“Okay. B minus.”

Now it’s the one where he’s laying stomach-up on the floor.

“Fuck. God dammit. B plus and that’s it. Soobin, sit down. Heeseung, you’re up next.”

Soobin seems satisfied with the grade, dimples popping out with a smile as he takes Heeseung’s seat in the audience when the latter readies himself for his turn. He stifles out a cough-laugh, one corner of his mouth crookedly twitching upward, confidently sauntering up to the front with his iPad, and it’s mildly unsettling because he’s usually Nervous Boy #2. But it’s almost cheating how pretty his teeth are when he’s smiling. 

And apparently he’s aware of that fact. Because after projecting his title slide (LEE HEESEUNG 101: the anatomy of a Cool Guy™), the next thing that appears is actually a photo of his very charming smile, coupled with Chip Skylark’s “My Shiny Teeth and Me” as the background music for his scientifically-grounded explanation. The next slide is a zoom in of his eyes next to a photo of Bambi. He has a venn diagram. This is actually pretty compelling.

Heeseung is a good speaker. He’s really good. The rest of his presentation goes smoothly, finishing it up with a list of references in APA format. Jake and Jay give him a round of applause.  “If you have any questions, I’ll be more than happy to answer them,” he smiles.

“That was a fantastic presentation, Mr. Lee. I particularly liked the part when you demonstrated your ability to make very impressive, but also very alarming sounds with your fingers.” You flip through your very blank clipboard, nodding and throwing out hums at the times you deem appropriate. “I’d give you an A plus, but...I have one question for you.”

He nods. “Yes?”

“Heeseung, can you hug me?”

It evidently catches him off-guard, just as you predicted— persona of confidence crashing down like a waterfall as he stutters out, “Wh—what?”

You clear your throat. “Only cool people are able to hug me. I need to confirm that you’re cool.”

“I can hug you!” Jake declares right next to you.

You blindly reach out your arm to give him a head pat. “See. Jake says he can hug me so he must be pretty cool. Heeseung, you can do the same, can’t you?

There it is. He’s back to being nervous and you feel like your job here is done. “O–of course,” he stifles out, following it with a strained laugh of weak incredulity. “Why wouldn’t I be able to hug you?”

“Then prove it.” You stretch out your arms, ready to squeeze and be squeezed. “Give me a big ‘ol squeeze, pretty boy.”

You stay like that for ten seconds as Heeseung remains glued to his spot in front, eyes shaking and nipping at the dead skin on his lips. You let your arms fall back to your sides. “Okay. C minus. Next.” His expression quickly transforms into offense.

“I feel like this grading system is a scam.”

“No hug, no opinion. Sit your ass down,” you click your tongue, smacking him with the clipboard when he weakly trudges back and squeezes next to Beomgyu on the crowded seat to your left with the box of snacks occupying most of the fake log, even though there’s clearly enough space next to you because Jay already started walking to the front even without your instruction.

Jay does not give an introduction, only a rough clear of his throat and he opens his presentation with just a slide occupied with his face. Slide two is another picture of his face, only slightly zoomed out. The next one has the hashtag JWU. Then there’s a full body mirror selfie.

The rest of the presentation proceeds in the same manner— a wordless slideshow of what is possibly his Instagram feed and before you know it, it’s already over. “Okay,” you exhale, pressing your palms together in front of your lips. “I understand that you are indeed a very handsome individual, Mr. Park, but what does that have to do with the assigned topic?”

“The question is why I am the coolest one here,” he says. “I’m cool because I’m Jay Park.”

It falls quiet.

You finally break the silence.

“Shit, that’s a pretty compelling argument.”

“This is bullshit!” Sunghoon argues. “He didn’t even say anything! There was no discussion! He should be disqualified.”

Jay remains unfazed. He defends with irrefutable wisdom, “Sometimes pictures speak louder than words.”

“Damn.” You let your clipboard fall to your lap. “I’m giving you an A.”

“Fuck yeah.”

Your decision elicits outrage from some of your students. “How is he getting a higher grade than me?!” one of them raises.

“He’s getting a higher grade because he doesn’t think I have cooties, Heeseung.” 

Heeseung throws his arms in the air in defeated frustration as Jay takes his snug seat right next to you again, a victorious smile gracing his face. You run your eyes through your scratch paper once more, pen tapping at the edge of the board. “Beomgyu, do you want to go next?” you ask, which is a mistake on your part because he starts acting just as obnoxious as Heeseung, which— if anything— just triggers your desire to make him crumble to his knees.

He even pulls out a lecture stick, testing it out by snapping it at full length on his palm. Is the fucker trying to go after your role as professor? Where the fuck did his glasses suddenly come from?

“Alright,” Beomgyu begins, the first slide displaying the words Why Choi Beomgyu is the coolest Housemate. “First thing’s first, does anyone in the audience know what my name is?”

“Oh, me!” Jake raises his hand. “Choi Beomgyu!”

“Correct!” The next slide appears when he hits the screen with the stick, revealing his name in a large, bold font with large spaces in between each syllable. “Choi. Beom. Gyu. Choi Beomgyu. Now, I’d like to direct your attention to this specific syllable right here—” he draws a circle around ‘Beom,’ “—what does Beom mean?”

“Offense,” Sunghoon answers. Beomgyu’s face scrunches up.

“What? Fuck, no. Another meaning— oh! Yes, Soobin hyung?”

“Tiger?”

His eyes brighten. “Exactly!” 

The next slide is a photo of a tiger on a field of green grass, grooming its fur as Beomgyu passionately rattles on with fun facts about the animal. You have no idea where this is going. “Tigers are some of the most amazing creatures on the planet, they are the largest members of the cat family and are renowned for their power and strength. As the largest member of the cat family, Tigers are strong, powerful and one of nature's most feared predators—”

“Did you get that from a website?” Jay interrupts.

Beomgyu dismisses him. “Yes, I did, but that’s not the point. The point is—”

Next slide. A hit from his lecture stick. It’s more text. Beom = Tiger. Beom = Choi Beomgyu’s cute nickname. Tiger = Beomgyu. 

“We have discussed that tigers are the coolest animals in the world. My name has tiger in it. Therefore I am the coolest person here. End of presentation. Thank you.”

He drops the stick to the ground and is about to walk away with Jake’s applause, but your penetrating stare stops him right before he reaches the crackling bonfire. You scribble on the clipboard before letting it settle face-down on your lap. You look up at him. “Beomgyu, are you a furry?”

Beomgyu freezes. He lets your question settle in his system before voicing out a very loud, very crunchy, “What the fuck?”

“Is this your way of telling us that you’re a furry?” 

“No! What are you talking about?” he hisses. “I’m just saying that since tigers are cool, that means I’m also cool and—”

“So, you’re identifying with a tiger?” you cut him off.

He presses his lips together, cautious. “Yes…”

“Because you have the word tiger in your name?”

“Yes.”

“And because they’re cool?”

“Yes. We’ve established that alr—”

“Okay, so you’re a furry?”

“Ye— no!” he yells out. “I’m not a fucking furry!”

“Understood. You’re a furry in denial.” You write something down on the clipboard. Beomgyu’s shoulders slacken in defeat. “I’m giving you a B plus. Take a seat, Tigerboy.” Though he grumbles in distaste, he listens to you anyway, trudging deflatedly back to his seat next to the equally grumbly Heeseung.

There are two people left to be victimized. Jake looks excited, so you don’t want to indulge his positive emotions. “Sunghoon,” you call out with a pleasant smile. He squeezes his eyes shut and mutters something under his breath before forcing himself up the log without you having to tell him. “Good boy. Go set up your thing.”

Unlike the rest, Sunghoon doesn’t have a laptop or phone or flash drive with him when he awkwardly takes the presenter spot in front. He’s standing on the balls of his feet, arms tucked behind his back and lips tightly pressed together nervously. “Mr Park,” you pull down your clipboard. “You’re free to project your slides.”

“Well,” he coughs out. “The thing is.”

“Yes?”

He exhales loudly. “I don’t have any slides.” You raise a brow. “I don’t know how to use powerpoint.”

You look at him. “I see.”

“I don’t know how to use this projector, either.”

You pause.

“Okay. I understand.” He breathes out a sigh of relief. “Alright, next present—”

“Wait!” Sunghoon stops you. “I can still give my presentation, I don’t need any dumb slides! I’m just as cool, if not cooler than the rest of them, so you can’t just skip over me.”

“Mr. Park,” you start. “Unfortunately, one of the criteria for this presentation is the quality and organization of your slides. I do not see any slides being presented, Mr. Park. You may present next time once you’re fully prepared.”

“What about Jay?” he tries to reason. “He just showed you a preview of his camera roll!”

The man in question has his mouth hanging open, pausing in the middle of stuffing a nicely toasted marshmallow into his mouth. You let out a sigh. “He had philosophy, Mr. Park. Philosophy,” you explain. “Do you have philosophy? Are you confident that you can convince me with your words alone? Without the help of cute animals and pictures of your pretty face?”

At the mention of his face, his knitted brows of frustration quickly melt into faint pink hues dusting his cheeks. You sniffle a little, rubbing a finger under your nose as you flip through the next page of the clipboard that’s resting on your lap. “Meet me in my office after class,” you tell him. Sunghoon grunts and stomps back to his seat in defeat.

“This sucks balls.”

“You have quite a few options to pick and choose from here,” you hum. “Jake, you’re the last one up. Please tell me you have a presentation prepared.”

“I do, and it’s gonna blow your mind,” he grins.

“Looking forward to it.” You watch blankly as Jake runs up to the front to connect his laptop to the projector, an excited bounce in his every movement and you start wondering how you can shatter this one’s hopes and dreams.

He asks if he can start. You give him a nod. At the click of a button, something boomerangs into the blank screen with 2007 Windows graphics and animation. The atrocious mismatch of fonts say Jake Sim is the coolest one here and here’s why.

“Reason number one—” Jake starts his presentation, turning over to the next slide and your vision is attacked with more outdated graphics, more jarring transitions and animations. “��I’m super funny. Allow me to demonstrate.” He begins by clearing his throat. “What did the Italian chef get sent to jail for?”

“What?” you go along.

“Too much assault.”

An assault is also a very proper descriptor for his PPT aesthetic. An assault to your eyes. It’s like watching a car crash that you can’t look away from even if you try. Reason number two is that he has a great smile (he does). Reason number three is because he has a dog (he also does). Reason number four doesn’t exist because he miscounted and skipped over to Reason number five.

“And lastly, Reason number ten—”

He takes something out of his pockets. It’s a couple dozen bills being thrown into the air.

“I have a lot of money.”

The rest of the boys are quiet. Jake grows quiet too, chest rising and falling after that very enthusiastic presentation and his wide grin slowly melts into that muddled with nervousness and unease because you aren’t saying anything yet— just looking at him with stern eyes and a sharp gaze. “W-well?” he rasps. “How did I do…?”

“How much?” you ask. He cocks his head in confusion. “How much money do you have?”

“Oh.” Jake blinks, now understanding. “I don’t know but it’s a lot.”

Your eyes sparkle, posture straightening. “Will you give me some of that money?” The unease has left Jake and has now transferred to the other five boys around you. Oh boy. Oh no, their eyes all seem to be saying.

“Sure, why not.”

You clap your hands together. “Jake wins. Class dismissed. Good night.”

It doesn’t take long for chaos to break out.

Heeseung and Jay are demanding for a recount (there is nothing to count except the sweet, sweet cash you’ll be receiving) and Beomgyu accuses you of being a slave to capitalism (that should’ve been evident from how you tried to scam money out of them with nudity and a jar on your first week here). Soobin starts clearing up the projector set-up and Sunghoon is on his knees begging for another chance to do his presentation as you watch the digits on your phone screen bump up in real-time when Jake wires you a decent chunk from his bank account.

Another successful day at the residence. This heatwave is better than you thought.

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[genshindsau]

Summary: Empress!au, Consort!au. A daring noble lets themselves get carried away and believe that they can deal out whatever punishment they've deemed fit. Aether, protecting the others in the harem takes the brute of the punishment when the reader finally shows up.

Content Warning: punishment (not dealt from reader), mentions of bleeding feet, sexism (matriarchal au), hurt/comfort, reader gets revenge, internalized negative feelings, crying, mention of reader torturing rude noble (not described in detail), angst, Aether and reader's relationship may seem co-dependent towards the end.

"s' going on here."

The air became frigid. The previously smirking and cocky attendant froze, her hands tensing around the baton.

You walked in trailed by Aether's personal servant, Diluc, and Zhongli. You're facial expression did not change as you looked over the scene in front of you. You eyes trailed over the frozen attendant before turning to Aether. His eyes were red-rimmed but no tears fell. He was trying very hard not to cry from the pain, at least not in front of the cruel attendant - he refused to give them any satisfaction. He angled his head down when you came in the room, his undone hair acting as a shield. Thoma and Gorou were on the sides of the room, the attendants lackey's holding them down. Thoma was the one who was openly crying, a silent stream of tears slipping past his eyes at the scene. Gorou was not crying but the distress in his eye was very prominent. He also had bruises already forming on his arms, indicating that he had spent a good amount of time struggling against the hold against him.

The attendant struggled to find their words. "He - they were imprudent," spitting out words as she pointed towards Aether and the other two who were forced into a kneeling position.

Aether's servant ran past you and immediately rushed to Aether who was still being held down on the chair. He tried to remove the bar that was holding him down but was unable to.

"It was his choice to take on the punishment for those two." She pointed to Aether with her baton.

You ignored her as she tried to justify herself, heading towards Aether and the struggling servant. As you stood by the servant, they moved out of the way with a bow. You rested one hand over the bar holding him down and brought forth a rush of magic to envelop the bar. Under your magic, the bar turned to dust and ash, freeing Aether from the pressure forced down on him.

Standing up, no words left left your mouth as you nodded your head towards the attendant. Zhongli did not need any words said as he stepped forward. A look of outrage filled the attendants face at the gull of a man of all things confidently heading towards her, no indication of fear or repercussions.

Even with her former training, Zhongli moved too fast. Within a few seconds the baton was out of her hands and thrown across the room, expertly hitting one of the lackey's holding down Thoma with enough strength to knock them out. At the same time the lackey's were knocked down, the attendant had her arms twisted behind her, a snapping sound filling the air, and was thrown down on her stomach onto the floor.

More guards came in and took down the rest of the lackeys. None of them were gentle as they disarmed them and forced them down onto the ground. With a wave of your hands, Zhongli roughly tugged the female up and led her out of the room, the guards following him with the others.

Zhongli knew that you would personally deal out punishment later, right now all they were required to do was take them down to the cells.

Diluc's heart ached for Aether as he caught site of the bleeding soles of his feet. However, he knew that you were going to take care of Aether so Diluc went to Gorou and Thoma who were now free as well. He helped them stand up, his hands staying near them to offer them support lest they fall back down.

"Diluc," you addressed him. "Take the two of them to their room's and get some maids to look over them." It was a bit unnerving hearing your monotone voice. There was no indication of how you felt. No anger, sadness, rage, nothing was present in your tone or body language. In some sense, it appears you've completely gone on autopilot.

Diluc nodded and put a hand on their backs and gently tried to usher them forward. He could tell both of them were hesitating, wanting to remain close to Aether who underwent the actual pain. Diluc tried to soothe them, "Y/n here now, she'll make sure he is taken care of."

Aether kept his head down even as the weight of the bar disappeared above him. He curled his toes and suppressed the flinch by biting down hard on his lip, his body twitching. The pain on his feet was settling into his body now that the adrenaline was wearing off. It was becoming more excruciating and traveling up his body, causing him to tremble.

With Diluc escorting the other two out of the room, the only ones who were left in the silent room were you, Aether, and his servant.

"I am going to bring him to my room," you addressed the servant. "Go and fetch water and the healing ointment. I'll meet you there."

"Right away, your highness." The servant bowed and hurriedly ran outside the door and down the hall.

One of your arms went underneath his back and the other went beneath his knees. You shifted him into you arms, ensuring you had a good grip on his trembling frame. With him in your arms, you stood up, careful not to jostle him too much.

Aether did not want you to see this and every part of him wanted to pull away and ensure you that he was okay but he knew that would be a lie - there was also apart of him that just wanted you to comfort him. Instead he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kept his head tucked underneath your chin. The softness of your clothing and the gentleness of your touch soothed him in unexplainable ways.

You could feel the sweat coating his back through his clothing but luckily his trembling had calmed down. He still shook in your arms but it was marginally less than when you first hoisted him in your arms.

When you entered your room, he was placed on the bed with such gentleness that the tears he was trying so hard to stop from falling burned beneath his closed eyelids. It wasn't much longer before his servant burst through the door. "Apologies for bursting in, your highness," he huffed out, indication that he has been running around. "But I brought the stuff."

"Set it down here," you motioned your hand to the floor next to you as you kneeled in front of Aether. The servant put it down on the floor and bowed once more. "You may leave now." It was obvious that the servant was hesitant, his eyes filtering back to Aether on the bed.

"Of - of course, I'll prepare some food and leave it by the door."

With the servant exiting the room, you got to work. Dipping the cloth into the warmed water you wrung it out and as gently as you could wiped away the blood from his soles. Aether flinched at the first contact and was expecting there to be more pain but all he felt was a slight pressure. It was uncomfortable at most but not painful. His eyes opened and saw a soft glowing around your hands.

Using your own magic, you focused on numbing his pain. You wouldn't be able to heal it, not completely, but you could minimize the amount of pain he felt. With delicate hands, you dabbed off the remaining blood and then using a soft cloth, you wrapped up his foot and moved onto the next one doing the same thing.

You caressed one finger over the top of his bandaged foot before pulling away.

Dumping the dirty cloth back into the bin you let out a sigh. Aether winced, unsure of what to say. He wanted to apologize, but he wasn't sorry for what he did; it was better he be punished than the others. Due to his higher position, they couldn't actually hurt him and not get away with it. Compared to if they punished Gorou and Thoma, they could get away with much more. Regardless, he trusted that you would deal with them the way you deem fit.

"Better?" You broke the silence.

Biting down on his lip, he nodded. "Thank you." He hushed out.

You hummed. "You'll still feel numb so you shouldn't try and walk around, you'll just end up falling anyways."

Another nod. You sucked air through your teeth.

"Listen, what you did..." in an action that was unlike you, you hesitate. Wanting to address what had happened, but not wanting to hurt Aether's feelings, not after what he has just been through.

"I know." He angled his head down.

"Know what?"

"That what I did was reckless. That I should have sent someone to find you sooner," He interlocked his fingers, looking down at them so that he didn't have to look at you as he admitted his wrongdoings. "But all I could think of was what would happen to the others, their position can only protect them from so much."

"That's very commendable of you. But leave the protecting to me..." not wanting to scold him right now you let out a sigh. "Next time just promise me you'll look out for yourself."

Aether hesitated. He wanted to promise you, wanted to reassure you that he would but then he thinks of the others in the harem. Even with some of the tension and arguments, he truly values them and sees them as his own family; its only natural that he would protect his family.

"I - i," you watched as his jaw clenched. He couldn't even force himself to lie, not even to appease you. "I'm sorry." Tears were once again building in his eyes because he couldn't give you what you wanted. He was disappointing you, that that alone was causing his chest to hurt and for a sob to bubble it away past his throat.

"It's okay," You rested a hand on his thigh, sensing the panic building up inside of him. You shushed him as you wiped away the tears that fell. "It's alright, sweetheart, shh, it's okay."

You moved to sit next to him on the bed and he fell into your side, his head moving to rest on the crevice between your shoulder and neck. Your hand went to his neck, caressing the skin there. As he got more relaxed, you maneuvered him. Clutching underneath his knee, you pulled him so that his body was resting on your lap. His arms looped around your neck, pulling himself closer to you.

You let him remain there until he fell asleep which luckily didn't take long. Afterall, you still had some things to take care of.

Extra scene:

The attendant tugged at the chains wrapped around them. She winced at the soreness she felt, remembering the rough handling of the male guard. Rage bubbled up in her stomach.

A light cut through the darkness of the room, blinding her for a split second as she squinted to adjust to the change in light. The door let out a loud whine as it was forced further open, enveloping the room in more light.

She was expecting another guard to check up on her like they have been doing every fifteen minutes. She couldn't lie, there was pride in the fact that they worried enough about her doing anything that they had to have constant check-ins. As she was preparing a reply to the guard, her pridefulness quickly turn to fear.

Instead of some unimportant guard, in walked you. The air chilled around her, her body unknowingly locking up as you closed the door behind you, leaving only you and her in the small cell.

"Y'know, usually I leave this responsibility to others," You ran your fingers over a table in the corner of the room. "Getting my hand dirty in something that not an actual fight is just a waste of time. Not to mention the clean up," you groan, throwing your head back.

Making eye contact with the prisoner, you bared your teeth. "But I'm not going to lie, I might enjoy this."

You didn't have any weapon on you, you didn't need one, nor did you need any help on ensuring that she would suffer. Afterall, those who hurt those who belong to you deserve to feel the same pain tenfold.

The screams that filled the room were music to your ears.

--

When you walked out of the room, Zhongli was the only one still there. You knew there were others waiting outside earlier too but they must've left after the screams got to much. Zhongli looked you over, his eyes lingering on the blood splatter on your clothes and face. There was no abhorrence or disgust in his gaze, just neutral understanding.

He took out a handkerchief and brought it to you cheek. You let him wipe away the blood that was smeared on your face.

"Feel better?"

The edge of your lip lifted. "Honestly, not really. She should've suffered more." For someone who was such a big talker, she sure died quickly.

Zhongli let out a hum. "I would have liked to have had a chance with her." His own lingering anger seeping out through his voice.

A sound akin to a laugh left you. "You could've just joined me." You wouldn't have thrown him out - anyone else sure, but not him.

"I think you needed this more than me."

Well you couldn't deny that.

[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Sixteen

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Sixteen Summary: Marshall opens up about his past.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.1k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Sixteen Warnings: slight angst, discussion of murder and violence against women, smut, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of body fluids, I think thats it

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

So... Been a while... I am really nervous about posting because it has been so long! But I put my big girl pants on and I'm just going to do it. This chapter had to be split in half, which was a small reason for why this took so long to put out, the other part is that I think some of it is a bit dry... Exposition is hard!!!! The next part isn't quite finished but this point was a natural stopping point so I figure, post this and then maybe I won't be so in my head about the next bit.

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Parts Masterlist

Part Fifteen Part Seventeen

Lori

I woke up with a start.

My heart was beating as fast as a mouse’s and I was sucking in huge gulps of air that failed to fill the hollow in my chest. I was shaking, every muscle and sinew quivering with a chilling thrum, yet I was frozen. I willed myself to move but my glaciated neurons refused to fire, iced over, hardened, ready to snap.

From behind me, a heavy arm moved on my waist and a hand pressed against my belly as soft whiskers and gentle lips caressed and the back of my neck. Relief warmed my blood in a balmy rush, my body thawing in a heady and welcomed surge.

Marshall. It was only Marshall.

“Alright?” he asked, his voice low and rough from sleep.

I hummed, not quite ready to speak. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. Small and generic, its garish neon green digital numerals reminded me that my room wasn’t actually my room and my briefly mollified anxiety inched its way back into my tightening chest.

I’d barely slept, little more than dozed. I wondered if I should get up and shower, but I didn’t want to disturb Marshall. So I laid there and listened to his breathing return to its regular cadence while I tried to recall and hold onto my dream. I might as well have tried to catch a cloud, the memories were wispy vapours, too vague and insubstantial to retain, leaving behind echoing stains of dread and emptiness. 

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what I had dreamed of. The strange and rapid life changes over the past couple of weeks made it possible for me to push aside the grief from the loss of my parents and focus on other things like my anger at Nate, the shocking revelations about Jake, and the developing situation with the Brothers. I may have made a conscious decision not to dwell and process my emotions, but my subconscious was obviously not on board.

I focussed on the rhythm of Marshall’s breathing, the soft reverberation in his throat on each inhale and the sturdy snugness of his arms while I pushed down the lingering feelings, stuffing them like clothes into a laundry basket, deep into the recesses of my mind. Even as I crammed them away, I knew I’d have to deal with my emotions at some point. I told myself I would, just not today, or tomorrow. Maybe in a month or two. Or three. When I was home again, or alone, or when things were back to normal.

Eventually, the residual fear from my lost dream ebbed and slowly faded while a myriad of new ones took its place. 

Had last night been another mistake on the long list of mistakes I had made. Was Marshall another Jake? Was Sy for that matter?

Sy.

Now that Marshall and I had crossed the Rubicon, would Sy still feel the same way about me when he returned and faced the reality of what he had agreed to? Or, had the existence of the pact forced him to adhere to it out of a sense of bravado and loyalty to the Brotherhood? Had I just turned myself into another groupie, a woman destined for a lifetime of disrespect, deception and disillusion, stupidly thinking that an outlaw, an outsider, a biker, could change for them?

I waited for the gut feeling that I had fucked up by sleeping with Marshall to arrive, but it never came. Of course there were no guarantees in any relationship, but everything that had happened with Marshall had felt sincere and genuine. 

“I can hear you thinking,” Marshall grumbled. His breath was warm against my ear and his gentle accent made me shiver as a heated rush rippled across my skin, soothing and comforting me.

“I thought you were asleep,” I said.

He grunted and shifted his body until he laid on his back. I rolled over, following him and he tucked me under his arm. He glanced with a half smile that I barely picked up in the darkness of the room. I returned it and his grin grew slightly bigger before he laid his head back into the pillows.

“My sleep cycle has been off for years. Never recovered from shift work with the PD.”

I shimmied closer to him, pressing my breasts against his side, resting my thigh across his hips and dipped my fingers into the thick, coarse curls that spread across his chest from shoulder to shoulder. In response, I felt him stroke my arm, the tips of his fingers tracing an invisible path.

“Marshall?”

“Lori,” he replied, one side of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

“How did you end up in the Brotherhood?”

His smile vanished instantly and after a couple of passes over my arm, his hand stopped his caress, pausing mid stroke. His eyes sought out mine and I made it easier for him, by laying my chin on his chest, ignoring the way his wispy hairs tickled my jaw.

“There were a series of murders. Women, young women, some still teens. To call them murders doesn’t go far enough, each one was assaulted, tortured…” Marshall trailed off but his fingers began to stroke me again, this time sweeping over my back.

“You don’t have to tell me,” I said.

Marshall grunted and took a deep breath. “It was a long investigation that led nowhere. We had physical evidence, DNA, but no matches in the system and no motives. There were no useful eyewitnesses, no connections between the victims, they were of different racial backgrounds, economic status, from all over the city. We kept hitting dead ends, every lead we had didn’t pan out. Meanwhile, more girls were showing up dead, nearly a dozen and the media were breathing down our necks.”

He scoffed, his lip curled in disgust.

“They can be viscous,” I said, remembering the media circus that followed my parents' death.

Lifting his head, Marshall kissed my forehead before continuing.

“Eventually a name popped up that looked promising, he had been a contact in four of the victim’s phones. No other number had shown up twice, let alone four times. So we started an investigation into him. Found out he was a CEO of a financial institution or an investment bank, I don’t remember which. He was young, one of those prodigious financial wizards that seemed to have the Midas touch. He was famous in the financial world, puff pieces in newspapers, magazines, you know the type?”

I nodded and he continued.

“We’d barely gotten further than collecting basic background on this guy when the case was taken out of our hands by the Feds. I was furious, obviously, their jurisdiction over the case was on a flimsy basis at best. There was nothing I could do about it but wait for news of the investigation. However, months went by and… nothing. No news, no arrests, no more media reports, nothing.”

“He wasn’t the guy?”

Marshall shrugged. “I thought I must have been wrong. After a year, a homeless guy was arrested and charged.”

“So you had the wrong guy, after all?”

Marshall chuffed and shook his head.

“I knew in my gut the man they arrested was a patsy. I looked into it. I talked to some of his friends from the streets and as far as I could tell he wasn’t even in town when the first three victims had been murdered. His friends said he came to the city to attend the funeral of his murdered daughter.”

“No,” I gasped, my mouth covering my hand in shock.

“Yes,” Marshall said, “He was the father of the first victim we found. We had tried to contact him in the early days of the investigation, but he couldn’t be located. By the time he had discovered what happened to his daughter, there had been other victims and it was no longer a priority to find him and rule him out as a suspect.”

I thought about Nate and my father. I had never been privy to the dealings of the club, but you picked things up. The club had a surprisingly low number of members with criminal records and although I had never been explicitly told, I knew it was because the “right” people had been paid off for years. I figured the real killer must have been doing something similar, but on a massive scale.

“So what did you do?” I asked. 

“I took my theories up the chain and requested permission to do my own investigation. I was told in no uncertain terms that if I did that, it would cost me my badge.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Shit.”

“I couldn’t let it go though. I knew I couldn’t investigate alone and I suspected that I might be under surveillance. I couldn’t ask anyone else in the department to risk their job, so I called a guy I trusted. He used to be a bounty hunter but by then was working as a private security contractor.”

“Geralt?” I guessed.

“Geralt,” Marshall repeated. “He used his connections and reported back that there had been rumours floating about this guy for years, from his college days to his early Wall Street days to this case. Reports of domestic violence from women he’d had relationships with and assaults on sex workers that always seemed to be retracted or ignored. Somehow, this fucking guy kept getting away with fucking murder because of his connections.”

He closed his eyes and the muscles of his jaw pulsed beneath his thickly bearded skin. Swallowing hard, he opened his eyes and his voice was husky as he continued.

“When I realised what they had done to that man, that girl’s father… I wasn’t particularly idealistic and I wasn’t naive, but I had never thought that this level of corruption could happen. The Feds, the media, the PD; how many people must be involved, how many people were paid off or blackmailed? Everything I knew, everything I….”

He shrugged and was quiet. I waited, sure he had more to say. But he stayed silent, jaw twitching again and his eyes seemed to glaze over as his thoughts seemed to drift away.

I placed my hand on his cheek, my thumb sweeping along the bone and tilted my head to kiss his chest softly. Marshall’s hand went to my hair stroking my hair off my face.

“I quit. I couldn’t do that kind of work again, not knowing what I knew. I went back to Geralt, thinking with my SWAT background, maybe I’d try private security. Instead, Geralt introduced me to Sy and Walker.”

“What happened to the CEO?”

Marshall’s grin was a little disconcerting as he replied, “He got his in the end. An international financial scandal ruined him. The bank he headed was laundering money for the cartels and he was directly implicated in running the scam. The CIA got him for that one, apparently his reach didn’t go that far.”

“What happened to the father?” I asked.

“Suicide in prison while awaiting trial. It was a fucking joke.”

“I’m sorry, Walter,” I said softly.

His eyes found mine. Blue, deep and clear, they held me and I couldn’t look away. He sighed and shifted his hips. The movement made his thigh brush high between my legs and I became very conscious of the fact that both of us were naked.

The atmosphere changed, the air crackled with an electric anticipation and a heady jolt of lust worked its way down my spine to my core. I wasn’t alone, Marshall breathing became heavy, his nostrils flaring as he drew in each breath and his chest swelled.

His fingertips began to skim over my back again, and my skin broke out in goosebumps as I shivered with pleasure. His burly arms drew me to his chest, the coarse hair tickled my nipples as he guided me onto my back. Blanketing me with his comfortingly heavy body, his weight was concentrated at our hips and effectively pinned me to the mattress. My legs split beneath him, opening myself up in a shameless invitation. He took the hint, and he rolled his hips against me as he kissed me. 

It was like he was a different man; his feral, almost brutal urgency gave way to languid deliberateness. His lips moved down the column of my neck, hands exploring, clasping my ribs as if he wanted to caress not just the flesh, but the bones beneath. Moving with barely restrained greed, he slipped my nipple into his mouth and his teeth captured it while his velvety tongue flicked. His lips were satin, his beard was rugged silk, equally coarse and soft as he kissed and rubbed his cheeks against the sensitive skin between my breasts.

Opening his bearded jaw wide, he took more of me into his mouth than just my pink pebbled nipple. I watched bleary eyed as creamy skin disappeared into his warm mouth and his tongue lashed. My fingers slid into his thick curls, holding him close, begging for more.

I moved a hand down his shoulder and back feeling his dense muscles ripple under my touch. I went lower, down his side and abdomen, a rush of heat surged through me as my fingers found the trail of hair below his navel. I wanted to follow its path, wanted to feel him throbbing just like I was.

Thwarting my plans, Marshall laid warm, wet, kisses down my tummy, and became out of reach. I let out a petulant moan and he grinned, rubbing his beard against a sensitive spot near my hip, making me giggle and squirm out of his grasp. He caught my hip and pushed me down to the bed again in a flash back to his earlier impatience.

“Shh,” he soothed with a wolfish grin.

His hand swept down my thigh, curling under my knee and gently guiding my legs further apart. His kisses started at my knee and moved down the inside of my thigh, heat from his mouth made me shiver and I fell back onto the bed. He got closer to my soaked, throbbing core and I felt his tongue at the crease of my thigh, lapping at the combined wetness there from both my arousal and his release.

I gasped and leaned up on my elbows to watch and his feverish blue eyes were looking up at me from between my legs. My body looked as aroused as I felt, nipples tight and hard, tummy and thighs trembling, my pussy was swollen and glistening with the remains of our previous, furious love making.

Fingers glided over me, thumbs pulling apart my folds, his breath simultaneously warm and cooling against my hot throbbing sensitive skin. A finger teased my weeping core, swirling at my entrance. I was on fire, desperately clenching at nothing, and I could feel evidence of his orgasm leaked from within me.

“Fuck,” he murmured under his breath.

“Marshall,” I said breathlessly, reaching for his shoulders, trying to pull him up to me, “stop teasing me. Just fuck me.”

“I’ll fuck you,” he said, voice husky, almost gone. Then he mumbled something I couldn’t catch against my pussy.

The feel of his tongue prodding my entrance, no doubt tasting himself as he ate me out was so wickedly filthy to me that I was completely transfixed by the lurid eroticism, I’d never experienced anything like it. I could barely hold myself up, but the sight of him practically pussy drunk and groaning was too good not to look at. He growled, his arms wrapped around my thighs and he pushed his face into me, soft prickles of his beard against me made me shake even more and despite wanting to keep watching, I fell back to the mattress.

Suede-like brushes against my clit had me shaking, the tension in my muscles quivering like violin strings. Jesus christ he was amazing, then he sucked softly on my clit, and I was gone, crying out as my hands tangled in his hair, tightening into fists and held him against me. He didn’t stop as I came, his hands moved to my hips, his long fingers splayed across my belly and waist as if he wanted to feel my body move as I buckled.

My hands unclenched, and I shuddered with aftershocks as Marshall stayed where he was, softly licking at my core. I closed my eyes, bathing in the post orgasm euphoria, running my fingers through his hair. He didn’t stop kissing me as he moved up my body and rested a fraction of his weight against me. His hand was warm as he cupped my cheek and covered my mouth with his. I could taste us on his lips and tongue, his beard was soaked too. I was so turned on that after the flavour faded from his mouth, I swept my tongue over his chin.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “You taste good, don’t you?”

I hesitated, self-consciousness creeping in and my cheeks burned with embarrassment. Marshall stroked my cheek with his thumb and I opened my eyes and realised that he wasn’t trying to shame me.

“You taste good too,” I said.

He smiled, his lips parting just enough to see his teeth, before he grew a little serious. His hand curled around the back of knee, lifting and opening me again, and he adjusted his body in a way that made me gasp. Poised, and ready, his silky hardness waited, his brows raising just enough to ask the unspoken question.

“Yes,” I murmured.

His mouth was on mine as he slid inside me, our kiss muffling both our moans. We stayed like that, joined and locked together, hungrily swallowing the others whispered words and whimpers. Fingers sought mine, and lacing them together he squeezed, gripping me and releasing me in time with his steady rocking movements.

He knew what he was doing, making sure I could feel every inch of his thick and rigid length, making sure he found that spot that made my breath hitch every time. His breath was coming in harder and heavier, each exhale punctuated by a muted grunt. I couldn’t focus, I had to close my eyes. Fuck, he really knew what he was doing.

“Marshall,” I gasped. I don’t know why I spoke. I was riding close to the edge, any second now and I would fall.

“Yes,” he growled, “Fuck, yes.”

I fell.

[powertaco]

FNDM Creator Bio - Power Taco

Power_Taco on Ao3.

I try to write, often badly, but I do try.

Favorite Characters: Maria, Ruby, Weiss, Qrow, Nora, Ren, Carmine, Robyn, Cinder, Winter, Ilia, there are more but we can cut 'em off there.

Favorite pairings: Death's Whiterose. Ruby/Weiss/Young Maria Calavera. (praise @amelia-yap for the incredible art!)

My goal is to make them the most popular, ie numerous ot3 for RWBY so 400 more fics to go.

I also will write WR, or them with a +1/2, and enjoy them with lots of fun ladies. Especially getting to take background characters, and flesh them out. May Z, Ilia, Ciel, etc.

Also a big fan of Jailbirds.

Tropes: Not sure. I'm alright with most, but I don't care much for uneeded drama/angst ie not talking out things that would resolve a situation in 5 minutes instead of 30 chapters. I have no idea what tropes I really love though.

Crack is fun I guess. Not sure if that's a trope.

Share fics I'm proud of: Well to try and not be a stereotype let's go with non DWR work I guess.

Frozen Milk and Cereal. Set in the IQD au RWBY and JNPR took the nightmare grimm as a serious wake up call, and upped their training. Friendships are formed between the teams as they struggle with the upcoming dance when Ruby overhears Weiss asking Neptune leaving Pyrrha to be a bit brave, and ask Ruby instead.

Short story featuring the teams interacting, and talking to each other, and hopefully as friends.

Crack series. Ruby writes the 'of love' book series. Somehow this will save the world. A series of 1 shots that result in ruby forming the ultimate polycute and saving the world. We poke fun at harem tropes, and somehow a plot ended up appearing. It's weird to me too man.

Creator's Note: Not much to say you can send me an ask about anything you really want.

[fieryjeannearchives]

Treasure Island!Tsukasa AU Idea 🦁

AU where they decide to take frozen Tsukasa with them to Treasure Island because Senku needs to do some maintenance on the refrigerator. He gets completely petrified along with the others by Kirisame and then gets revived early on as Suika managed to recover his statue because he was inside the mobile lab. The main divergence with the plot, however, is that Senku brought some revival fluid with him and they make the last minute decision to revive him right when they’re getting ready for the harem infiltration plan. That’s how Tsukasa meets Amaryllis and mistakenly thinks that Gen is another woman from the island. “Wait, so you really are into the Marilyn Monroe type?!” Senku exclaims, noticing the way he keeps staring at Gen. “Eh, what are you talking about, Senku-chan?” Gen asks while Tsukasa freezes (not literally) at the realisation.

Tsukagen and/or sengen situations ensues.

[inkstainedheartbeats]

Okay, so, uh, this is a modern day AU. No upside down. And like most of the characters are actually decent humans (minus Brenner, Neil, and Henry and probably Angela because fuck Angela) so probs ooc for like them? Also Eddie didn’t grow up in Hawkins, him, Corroded Coffin, Chrissy and Jason lived in a neighboring town. Chrissy and Jason moved off and Corroded Coffin got big? (Is this me trying to dip my toe into Corroded King? Maybe? Is this something probably only I will like? Also very probable.)

When Eddie sees the clearly pregnant man with big poofy, swoopy hair surrounded by jock types he scoffs. Hates the stereotypical Omeganess of it all. The Omega with a harem of Alphas just tripping over their feet to please him. The grocery store isn’t very big and it isn’t crowded. And no one has noticed him. This should be a good thing. It’s what the band wanted after all. Anonymity. Eddie hates it. Wants to be back up on the stage, his pack around him and the screaming fans in front.

“Seriously, Steve, let us do this man. You should be resting,” he over hears one of the jocks say. He African American, tall, big hands fluttering around.

Steve snorts.

“I’m pregnant, Patrick, not incapable. And I’ve let you dicks grab the heavier stuff.”

“Patrick’s right… especially after the last pregnancy,” another speaks up. Wavey black hair.

“You three are worse than the pups! I’ve survived four pregnancies, I can survive this one.”

“You almost didn’t survive the last one,” mutters the last jock. This one wearing a cap.

Steve is almost to Eddie now. The scent of pregnancy is strong. Soft though. Like delicate flower petals. Four pregnancies and the Omega doesn’t look older than maybe thirty at the oldest. He’s frozen in place as the little pack passes him.

“Yes, well, the reason for that is no longer in Hawkins, now is he? Don’t think I have ever seen Hopper so happy to talk to Billy or Tommy than he was that day. Now who wants to go grab three twelve packs of soda?”

It’s after they’re gone and Eddie feels like the spell of immobility has worn of that he realizes something. While yes, there was an overwhelming scent of Alpha, at least one of the three worry worts were definitely an Alpha, there was no Omega scent. That’s what Eddie gets for making assumptions. He should know better than to assume. Afterall, most assume that he’s a Beta or even Alpha. They take one look at him and assume he’s dangerous or mean. Granted he enjoys them thinking that instead of thinking that he’s what he is. While the metal scene itself would love and imbrace him he knows that the studios wouldn’t. An Omega frontman? Their worse nightmare. Never mind the fact that they’re now settling doing for a moment isn’t because Eddie is the one pregnant but Gareth. Though admittedly he could be the reason Gareth is pregnant but so could Jeff or Freak.

He shakes himself, mentally and physically. Whatever. He has food to buy and friends to see. It’s been forever since he saw Chrissy and while friend still doesn’t feel right for Jason he’s looking forward to teasing the Alpha.

[haphazardlyannotated]

AU where Jod decides to fill the Lyctor shaped hole in his heart with his frozen planet girlfriend(?).

Harrow wakes up very confused. Even more so than Jod.

Jod: Harrow, it's not that I'm unhappy to see you, but what the heck are you doing in my anthropomorphic planet?

Harrow: Well, I was at Canaan House with all the dead house heirs and my former cavalier who was blown up by my marshal/first father figure, and we decided to summon a guy from my ex cav's poetry- WAIT, WHERE'S MY ACTUAL CAVALIER; IS GIDEON OKAY?

Jod: Oh yeah, she's fine. She's the Crown Prince now.

Harrow: MY AUs ARE BECOMING REALITY?!?

Jod returns to whereever he left Gideon and Ianthe like "Hey, funny story, guess who else has funky body swap shenanigans going on?"

Gideon loses her shit. Ianthe very deliberately puts out her cigarette and goes "I can work with that."

Harrow meanwhile is unknowingly mirroring Nona by trying to kiss her reflection.

Gideon: (desperately trying to joke through the tears) You know, Harrow, when I told you to go fuck yourself I didn't mean it literally.

Then they have a full blown screaming match that somehow ends with them making out for half an hour.

Gideon: Holy shit, Harrow, you're a necrophiliac.

Ianthe: Guess I should get Babs' body out of cold storage.

Gideon: GROSS!

Gideon: Also, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WATCHING?!?

Harrow: I am going to kill both of you.

She does not kill both of them.

When Harrow and Nonafinally meet they simultaneously try to negotiate the extension of current body custodies ad infinitum. Both of them are 100% convinced that they're getting the better end of the deal.

Gideon is suffering.

Ianthe is amused.

Harrow has to face the fact that she may be acquiring a harem.

[disacurveball]

HEY can we talk about regency harem AUs i am ill about them as well what about the frozen one does jonah get thrown overboard as well? Does he try to seduce Jonathan/Elsa first?? 😭

Oh my god, I just entered my inbox to find this message, and I love you sm...I have been on the regency harem train for two years now and the brainworms have never left.

Lowkey had no idea what you were talking about for a sec because that was a joke AU drawing from like over a year ago, but it's all coming back to me now and im laughing.

Hans!Jonah in a Frozen AU is everything to me because he a. so left albrecht (anna) to die, b. is doing all this shit for personal gain, c. ginger.

i feel like how this differs from the og frozen movie is that he tries to sing love is an open door with elsa!jonathan first and then immediately gets shot down. his poor little ego isn't used to that. he then immediately seduces anna!albrecht and gives him a cursed book that will slowly kill him. don't worry, he will definitely get thrown overboard too.

lately, i've been really into writing a vampire au for them, with jonathan as the main because he's going through getting turned by jonah and his hoes. the regency harem being some fuck ass vampire coven who just sits around drinking blood and entertaining themselves, while on an extreme high horse, is so fun to me. if you couldn't tell, I am a Fanshawe main. He is my OC at this point. i talk about his ass daily with the besties.

anyone feel free to come in the inbox/dms to talk about them in canon or regency harem aus more. i am unwell as well. just trying to not ramble forever on this post.

[rarepears]

So, you know that "Napoleon inspired version of Luo Binghe AU" option I had on my poll? Sounds boring right?

But!

Look at the gem I found from The Napoleon Series! It really is a gem - I wanted to copy of sections from it, but I would end up copying the whole thing. It reads so much like Luo Bingge getting rid of his harem to marry Shen Yuan.

Here are some highlights:

Napoleon decided to divorce his first wife, hoping that he would be able to sire a heir with his second wife... who was 19 years old to his 40

He instructed the knight of honor escorting his bride to be to not touch the future Empress: "He had made the Count de Beauharnais, the knight of honor of the new Empress, with special instructions not to use the prerogatives of office, that is to say, not to offer his hand to the Empress when she would have to climb or descend stairs.  Napoleon was so jealous that he did not want another to touch the hand of his wife, or was the recommendation inspired by a sense of propriety and delicacy?  Later we knew what to expect: Napoleon became jealous, and was very jealous of Mary-Louise: he became even more in the future."

Napoleon got very fussy about his appearance, wanting to dress to impress for his new bride: "The Emperor was at that moment, with everyone, even more affable than usual; he increased attention to his appearance; we believe that it was coquettish, because he instructed his chamber valet to completely renew his guard dress, to make his clothes more stylish in cut and less rococo, if we may use the expression, to select the finest linen, and to order a hat new!"

Napoleon wrote letters to his future Empress every day as he waited for her arrival..."Every day Napoleon wrote a letter in his own hand, it was taken by one of his pages, who went at full speed and reported the response of the Empress."

...until he couldn't bear it any longer and rushes to the bridal procession as a surprise and hops into the bridal carriage... And a tour guide in Vienna claimed that Napoleon consummated his marriage on the spot... in the carriage.

Napoleon had already passed Soissons and arrived in Courcelles when the first courriers of the Empress were engaged in preparing for the relay.  As it was unnecessary to go further, he descended from his carriage, put the arrangements aside, and as at this time the rain fell in torrents, he went to hide under the porch of the church, located outside the village, in the vicinity of a little hill that dominated the road.  He had a quarter of an hour he stood on the sidelines and with the King of Naples, when he saw the first carriage of the entourage; at once he turn back and when they were about to change horses, he hurried alone to the Berlin in which the Empress was.

The service equerry, M. de Saluces, who recognized him, but was not informed of the secrecy of the incognito, rushed to the ground, roll out the step and announced: the Emperor!  But Napoleon did not waste time; he climbed into the carriage and jumped onto the neck of Marie-Louise and kissed her several times.  She, not prepared for this sudden visit, remained totally frozen; she struggled, pushed and cried; the Queen of Naples, who was with her, reassured her repeating:

Marie-Louise was then placed at the knees of Napoleon, who guessed his intention and opposed any new embraces as a sign of respect, which cooled his ardor very little; finally he gave the order to move in haste and directly to Compiègne. Eleven o’clock rang from the ancient clock of the chateau when the carriage of Their Majesties came at full gallop into the courtyard.  That evening there was no party; each retired immediately after the Empress entered her apartment.

The next morning Napoleon had the honor to take a succulent lunch he made, at eleven o'clock, next to the bed of Marie-Louise.  It was not served by the women of the Empress, who got up that very late. This morning had to be doubly tiring for her, in that people she barely knew presented a host of others she did not know at all.  After these presentations of etiquette, Their Majesties went to Saint-Cloud, where a prodigious number of people from all walks of life awaited the newlyweds.

I really need an AU of Luo Bingge time traveling back into the earlier years of his empire and deciding that instead of merging the human and demon realm by force and violence, that he should marry an imperial prince. Specially the imperial prince Shen Yuan who has the same soul as that shizun who married the cry baby version of him.

And since Shen Yuan and his servants are going into this marriage under the expectation that Luo Bingehe is marrying him for an heir... some smutty things happen. Well, specifically that the servants do all sorts of things to help get their master pregnant faster like jade dildos, a pillow to elevate the hips, and more. *wipes away a nosebleed*

Shen Yuan feels very much like a special roast turkey being stuffed and carrying preened everyday to be hairless and smooth by his servants, to say nothing else about what's going on down there. Bad enough that he was forced to consume some medicine to ensure that he could get pregnant! He's really hoping that he gets pregnant quickly so that the Emperor can stop paying so much attention to him and leave him alone in peace for once...

Hahaha tough luck bro.

You're going to be screwed every day for your entire life.

[cakesmelons]

You remember the harem timeline where dream fucking dies? No? Too bad 'cause I gotta rush- **sonic speeds to school

[cakesmelons]

ABAKHFYSBB SUNNNNNNNMY!!!!!!! OMG IT'S ADORABLE!!!!!!

Had a heart attack in the middle of this. Very clearly suffering and pain,,,, man I hate shading

........I FORGOT CROSSS!!!(he's keeping nightwatch pls I hate myself omg)

Posting on my own account because it's basically a finished drawing(I totally did not use the sketch as lineart out of laziness)

@cakesmelons BET YA WEREN'T EXPECTING THIS NOW WERE YA⁉️ I like drawing sleepy skellies so despite all the torture this was a treat

I could've probably done better but it's good enough and im getting lazy

[indiaalphawhiskey]

Escaping Eden | Dark Soulmate AU

this sounds like my next obsession, can i pretty please have more thank you my queen

But of course! 😘

🦚 Escaping Eden

Of course Louis’ match was the heart of his five-year op – the center, the star, the Nicole fucking Kidman of an international harem – because when did anything at MI6 ever go according to bloody plan?

The sight he was met with pulled a quiet, breathless ‘fuck’ from his throat. There, on simple, white sheets, a man lay sleeping. Unlike the others, his wrists were unbound, his hands tucked sweetly between his cheek and the pillow. Artificial moonlight poured over his form, little beams and slivers glittering where they weaved themselves into the rich brown of his curls. A tender pink flush dusted the tops of his cheekbones, marring the creamy skin where it met the edge of his black blindfold.

Louis let his eyes rove freely across his features, counting each gentle ebb and flow of breath that passed between those startlingly plump lips.

Unconsciously, his gaze drifted; skittered down crests, and cusps, and curves. Louis’ eyes followed them devotedly, from the tops of his shoulders, down the soft line of his spine; watched them dip and then rise up, up, up the swell of the sweetest little arse Louis had ever seen – bouncy, milky, flesh encased in sheer, lavender panties that were peppered with tiny, tiny hearts. Without warning, the captivating vision in front Louis began to go soft at the edges, an entirely different kind of fantasy coming to life in his mind.

In this one, this beautiful boy had waited for him faithfully all night, poised and perfect, until he finally succumbed to sleep. His sweet figure now lay peaceful and vulnerable against familiar sheets that were worn with use; his nose pressed gently into a pillow that smelled faintly of shampoo and of home.

Louis felt himself melt slightly at the thought, at this glimpse of the simple reality he secretly longed for. His heart skipped two beats in rapid succession as his eyes drank in Sparrow’s uniquely humble pose. There was a virginal obedience about him that was both innocent and maddeningly obscene – an allure that hinted it could exist both in this den of temptation, and out of it, in the world Louis really lived.

A million words came to Louis’ mind, then – words only attributed to galaxies and planets, to heavenly bodies, to realities that were so breathtaking, their existence was miracle enough.

Exquisite. Ethereal. Divine and delicate. They echoed in Louis’ head, overwhelming him. For the first time that night, he felt his staunch composure being pulled apart, replaced with an irrational, urgent need to be close, to reach out, to touch this stranger.

He excused his sudden weakness by telling himself it was strictly scientific – that he needed to make contact to ground himself, lest he be drowned by the night’s illusions. And so, he sat on the bed as carefully as he could manage, and ran his thumb tenderly down Sparrow’s cheek and across his bottom lip. He felt his breath catch at the contact, a part of him surprised that Sparrow’s form didn’t just fade away.

Louis took a beat to recover, and then pressed down gently on the plump, pink flesh. He stared, transfixed, as Sparrow stirred slowly, exactly as though Louis had roused him from sleep. The cotton on the pillow shifted slightly with the drowsy lift of his head, and his lips pursed purposefully to leave a kiss on the pad of Louis’ thumb.

Louis’ eyes widened in surprise and he barely managed to swallow his gasp, his hand frozen where it hovered, still touching Sparrow’s lips. He felt it on his skin when Sparrow let out a warm breath, felt like he could caress the words he spoke as they danced off his tongue. “I’ve been waiting for you,” Sparrow admitted, with a breathy, dreamy moan.

It was said so softy that a gust of wind could have carried it away.

I’ve been waiting for you.

At first, the words were tender as they echoed in Louis’ mind, warm and strangely familiar. They seemed to tug gently at his memory, pulling his consciousness through thick, syrupy fog towards… something. And then it clicked, and all at once, the world around him shattered.

He snatched his hand away from Sparrow’s lips like he had touched an open flame – an apt description, considering the way the skin on his thigh was searing with heat.

He clutched at it now like an open stab wound he desperately had to stop from bleeding out, only it was worse.

No, he prayed. Please, no.

But even as he thought it, the cursive letters formed in his mind, clear and sharp. How could they not, when he had them memorized? He could forge them perfectly, had spent his youth tracing and re-tracing them, down to the subtle way the ‘y’ crooked left ever so slightly.

His mark.

[joonslfttiddie]

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Chapter 34: Fuck It...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Adult Language/Adult Content

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3928

Jimin’s POV

When I’m inside the precinct, I’m approached by an officer asking if I needed some help.

“Hey, Jimin, right? What are you doing here this late?”

“Yeah…ummm, I’m looking for Officer Jeon.”

The attractive officer wears her hair in a sleek ponytail that hangs about midway down her back. Her uniform fits her body well, hugging her curves as if it were painted on. Now, being the man that I am, I would have loved to see what we could get into off duty, yet here I am. Barely able to focus on her, all of my attention is zeroed in on finding Officer Jeon, thinking that he is the only way that I can check on Tia without coming off as a total creep. Yeah, sure, I know where she lives but I can’t exactly just pop up.

Ms. Officer lets me know that Officer Jeon won’t be on duty for another hour, which would usually aggravate me as I’m impatient by nature, but today I suddenly feel like I have all the time in the world. And so I wait. I decline coffee or water from her and I take a seat on an empty chair near Jeon’s desk where I begin to scroll aimlessly through my phone.

After what seems like only a few minutes, Officer Jeon comes strutting over. My eyes involuntarily scan his body, admiring how his uniform spreads across his broad, muscular chest. I take notice of the way the veins in his arm protrude while a bag of food dangles from his fingertips. Fuck…what’s a manly way to say he is fine as fuck. I bet he gets tons of women? I try to shake those misogynistic thoughts away, continuing to observe his every move as if in a trance. He has the most adorable smile, flashing it around as he greets his colleagues. Judging by the way he walks, I can tell he has a big d…

“Park? What’s up? What are you doing here?”

I’m snatched from my thoughts, hoping that I didn’t say any of that aloud. I’m a man, afterall…we don’t think like that about each other. Unless of course the man is gay, but I’m not gay. Right? I love women! Honestly, I do, but why am I so drawn and transfixed on this perfectly sculpted man? His beautifully warm and inviting eyes seem to peer into my soul. He’s raising an eyebrow at me while I continue to stare, taking in the details of his beauty. His perfectly strong jawline, the way he’s styled his hair, that cute little mole that taunts me from the shadow of his bottom lip…

“Park? Bro, you good?”

“Fuck…my bad, yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

He sits down at his desk, glancing at me from the corner of his eye before rummaging through the bag, pulling out a sandwich and a plastic bowl of assorted fruits. Unwrapping the sandwich carefully, he gestures towards me in offering. I decline his offer with a shake of my head and he continues to look at me, obviously giving me an opportunity to speak regarding my unexpected visit. I feel frozen in place, immediately regretting coming here, my face warms under his seemingly knowing expression.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Officer Jeon just smirks, blowing a breath out of his nostrils in amusement. 

“Bro, I’m just waiting for you to tell me what’s up. Is there something you need from me?”

“Ummm…yeah, I just wanted to see how things are going. Just wanted to check in, you know?”

He just nods his head, a lump of food in his cheek, chewing and swallowing it down before speaking again.

“Are you wanting to check on Tia?”

I damn near fall backwards out of the chair, the question striking my core like a ton of bricks. Completely embarrassed, I compose myself while wishing the earth would just open up and swallow me whole.

“Are you alright?”

Jeon’s expression is not one that I expected. I thought that he would be struggling to contain his laughter, but that’s not it. He has placed his sandwich down and is turned to face me directly. How the fuck did he know?

“How did you know that’s what I was going to ask?”

“Let’s just say, I was in your position not too long ago, and I saw the way you were looking at her earlier. Your gaze was as if her features were the only thing you needed for sustenance.” After a pause, he continues, “So, would you say you feel this insane attraction to her? This yearning that you know will not subside until she’s near you? You want nothing more than to love and cherish her, making sure that she’s safe and happy at all times?”

“Yeah! Yeah, exactly like that! Damn, my bad if I’ve overstepped again. Are you two dating or….”

“Honestly, I don’t know what this is,” he says leaning back comfortably in his chair, “I just know that I don’t want it to end. I’m at the point where I’m like ‘fuck it’. Why does everything need to be classified and have a label slapped on it, you know? We are just us, enjoying each other,” he shrugs. “Not everything needs an explanation. If we’re happy and not hurting others, then it is what it is.”

“Yeah, you’re right. People stay trying to put people in a specific box. Why can’t I just be me?”

“Exactly!”

We sit through a comfortable silence until Jeon shifts back to his dinner.

“You sure you don’t want any?” 

Now tasting the fruit, he furrows his brows and if anyone were to walk by right now, they’d probably assume we’re arguing by the way he’s looking. I decline again. Shaking my palm to him and I can’t help but to smile, admiring his expression. He is adorable.

“Thanks for the offer, though,” to which he just nods, continuing to eat, sliding a strawberry off his fork between his teeth.

“So,” he smacks around the fruit until he can swallow it, “I don’t really know how to explain this, but I can only tell you what I’m seeing and experiencing. You and I aren’t the only ones in this predicament in regard to Tia. She’s home right now with Taehyung. He’s the owner of the window installation and repair company that fixed her front window and he is also experiencing the pull towards her. I can see that he has genuine feelings for her, as I can see it in you. I noticed it immediately.”

Damn, was I that obvious? Need I repeat that I have no issues with the ladies? This is so not like me, but I couldn’t care less. There’s an ache in my soul that I know will not be soothed until I see her again. I don’t say anything and lean my elbows onto my knees.

“Dude, what am I supposed to do? I’ve never felt like this before about anyone or fallen this quickly. It’s like I’ve known her my whole life and I’ve only met her once and we barely spoke to each other. I just need to see her, to be near her.”

“I’m telling you, I get it, cause same! My only advice would be to let your heart lead the way, even if it seems ridiculous. Don’t think too much and just do what feels right.”

“I can’t do that! It’s too late to just pop up at her house unannounced. I have SOME morals, Jeon.”

He shakes his head and says, “Didn’t I just tell you not to think too much? What do you want to do right this second?”

“I want to see her…to have her in my arms.”

“Then do that. I’ll call Taehyung and let him know you’re on your way.”

Taehyung’s POV

I’ve never been this happy, just sitting here doing payroll and listening to Tia’s heavy breathing, still sleeping peacefully. My phone rings from the nightstand and I nearly drop my laptop trying to get to it. Who the fuck could be calling at 9:00 at night?! Thankfully, it doesn’t wake her but she does stir a bit, rolling over to her other side causing the blanket to ride down a bit. I answer the call, after looking at my screen seeing that it’s Jungkook but I don’t speak right away, taking a moment to pull the covers that were disturbed back up to Tia’s shoulder. I then step out into the hallway before speaking.

“Did you miss us? You’ve only been gone for barely two hours.”

“Yes, I do miss you guys, so much. I hate that I’ll be on third watch all this week.”

“I know. We miss you, too. Well, I do…Tia is still sleeping. Hopefully she’ll sleep through the night.”

“Yeah, hopefully so. I was actually calling to check in and to let you in on a little surprise!”

“Surprise?! Tell me more!”

Tia’s POV

I wake up cuddled in close, my head on his arm and my face in the crook of his neck. He smells different, but I’m not complaining, as he still smells like home. Hopefully I don’t wake him up, but I have to use the restroom NOW. When I try to detach myself from him, he pulls me in closer and tighter, stroking my back with his fingertips. His touch feels so calming and is almost lulling me back to sleep, however, my bladder is immensely opposed to that. As an attempt to get out of bed without disturbing him, I try to roll away slowly but find myself bumping into another body. Oh, Jungkook must have come back after getting off work.

When I’ve done a full 180, instead of finding Jungkook, I see Taehyung's handsome face sleeping peacefully. I give in to the temptation, rubbing the hair from his face before I kiss his lips, to which he smiles in his sleep. Completely transfixed on his handsome face and in awe over his cute little sleeping smile, I reach my hand around his waist to cuddle him, only to find an arm already there. My head pops up like one of those prairie dogs you’d find on the discovery channel. It’s Jungkook adhered to his back, sleeping equally as peacefully, his hair tousled equally as messily. 

If 2+2=4, then, who the fuck did I wake up cuddled up to? I turn to my stomach, propped up on my elbows to take a peek at the fourth person tucked cozily in my bed. When I look over to him, he’s already looking at me! Oh my fucking goodness! I must say that I’m pleasantly surprised to see him again. Even though he’s just waking up, he looks breathtaking.

“Good morning, Beautiful.”

I can’t hide my smile, even when I tuck my lips into my mouth before covering my face in the pillow which causes him to giggle the cutest laugh. I turn my head so that he still can’t see my face but can hear a muffled, “Good morning!”

Even though we try not to laugh too loud so as to not wake the others. I’m about to piss myself trying to hold in this laughter, only for my belly laugh to rock the bed enough that the guys begin to rustle. Jimin and I look at each other with wide eyes and our mouths, in unison, form a perfect circle. His eyes disappear as he begins to snicker again but motions for me to be quiet. Slowly, he moves from under the covers, and rolls out of bed, reaching out a hand for me to follow, and I do. 

Tiptoeing, I then lead the way to the bathroom where I can finally relieve myself of this tortuous pressure. When I come out to go wash my hands, Jimin slips past me to alleviate his own nagging bladder. Moments later, he’s meeting me at the sink as I’m now drying my hands and when he’s finished and done the same, he takes me into his arms. Not realizing it until now, this is where I’ve wanted to be since I saw his face yesterday. Like an invisible string, I felt instantly connected to him, wanting to have him near. When I place my cheek between his pecs, it’s as if another piece of my heart falls into place.

Jimin and I are in the kitchen making coffee and a small breakfast by the time the other two decide to join us.

“Good morning,” Jimin and I say at the same time, on the same key, in the same sing-song manner. We look at each other in shock which fades to amusement instantly. Jungkook and Taehyung are just as amused as we are, laughing before returning and mimicking our greeting.

I hold up a mug of coffee as an offering to the guys, to which Taehyung makes a repulsed face, rejecting my offer but Jungkook comes over to blow lightly into my cup before taking a sip.

“Mmm, that’s so good! What did you put in it?”

I grab a mug from the cabinet, bringing it over to the coffee station to fix a cup for Jungkook as he watches intently, mentally memorizing the exact ingredients and measurements. I continue my movements, but we both glance over our shoulders briefly when we hear Taehyung introducing himself to Jimin.

“Hey, I didn’t get to introduce myself properly last night, but I’m Taehyung,” he says, shaking Jimin’s free hand and pulling him into a brief chest bump.

“Nice to meet you. Sorry if I disturbed you guys last night…I know it was a little late, I just had to see Tia.”

“No, no worries at all…I completely understand. Our special lady has that effect on us too.”

Jimin smiles a smile that I can only interpret as acceptance as he continues to scramble our eggs. I imagine he’s nervous coming into this, as it is not conventional according to societal norms, with two men already here with one woman…but I’m glad he’s here.

Once we’ve had our fill of eggs, toast, bacon, and coffee (or orange juice for Taehyung), I go up to take a quick shower, trading places with Jimin when I step out to get dressed and Jungkook goes back to bed as he just got home a few hours ago. Home? I mean, I wouldn’t mind him living here. It’s not like I don’t have a shit ton of space, but would he want to live here? What the fuck? I’ve literally known him for less than a week, what am I on about?!

“Are you ok,” Taehyung asks when I'm back in the kitchen to keep him company as he’s washing the dishes, taking a seat at the island. “What are you overthinking about, Jagi?”

“Stop trying to act like you know me,” I tease with a chuckle that he returns.

“I know you well enough to know what that spaced out look means.” He’s right…he knows.

“Nothing, really, I was just thinking about our situation. This is strange, you know, but I love it. Just thinking that Jungkook hasn’t been home in several days, only going to get more clothes and coming right back. This place just feels right, feels like refuge for all of us…our peaceful escape from the chaos of the world. I know I probably sound insane or insanely clingy,” I shake my head completely embarrassed, knowing from past relationships that this will be the reason they all ghost me. I try to rectify the problem before it arises, ”Either way, I’ll be quiet now…I’m talking crazy, I know.”

Taehyung dries his hands on the nearby towel and comes to where I’m sitting on a bar stool. He pulls me up to stand before he’s sitting himself, just to pull me between his legs.

“I don’t think you’re talking crazy at all. I’ve been feeling the same way…hating to go home or to the office, anywhere you’re not at,” he pauses, rubbing my exposed thighs lightly. “I know all of this may seem strange or out of the norm, but it all just feels so right. From the first day I stepped foot in this house and saw your face, this felt like home to me. I’ve imagined coming home, walking in, and being greeted by your and Jungkook’s smiling faces. And now Jimin…It all feels like a dream that I’m afraid to wake up from. I would be completely broken if I wake up and you’re not in my life.”

I pull him into me and he rests his head on my shoulder, allowing me to run my fingers through his hair. He pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes, hands rubbing up my thighs to the round of my ass.

“Honestly, I’m scared…I’m in my head but my thoughts don’t match how I’m feeling. My mom taught me to always follow my gut, my intuition will never steer me wrong.”

“So, what is your gut telling you about all of this?”

“To love you. Just to love you all.”

“Then, there you have it. There’s your answer.”

“I know…I know, but this is all new to me. I’ve never felt this connected to a man before, moreless three men! It’s just going to be an adjustment, as I’m sure it will be for all of us.”

We stay in this position for a while longer, just looking at and caressing each other. The doorbell rings, pulling us back to the present. Taehyung goes back to his task at the sink, and I go to answer the door. I swing it open to find Grey and John on the other side.

“Tia, my love…how are you feeling,” Grey falls onto me, pulling me into his arms. “Why haven't you called us? I’ve been worried sick! I haven’t eaten, I can’t sleep.”

John rolls his eyes pulling me away from Grey to get a hug himself and kisses my cheek before walking in.

We follow Grey who is now walking towards the kitchen. While I realize our situation is nontraditional, I still don’t think much about him walking in to see Taehyung at the sink.

“Oh!” Grey covers his heart, mouth ajar at the sight. “Is this the window guy?”

Taehyung simply laughs at his new title, drying his hands once again, before coming over to introduce himself to the guys again.

“Yes,” he laughs again, “I’m the window guy from the other day. My name is Taehyung. It’s nice to meet you both again.

“Babe, you met him at the hospital too, remember?” John tries to lighten the mood, reaching a hand out to shake Taehyung’s.

“I was completely broken that night. I don’t remember much, just that my baby sister was in distress,” he retorts.

“Yes, he was at the hospital with Officer Jeon,” John explains further.

Grey looks at me with a devilish smirk.

“Two men? What a hoe!”

“Grey!” John snarls, obviously more understanding and not wanting to make a joke of my love life.

I’m practically in tears, laughing at my friend’s unfiltered response knowing that he means no harm, while Taehyung stands looking uncomfortable in front of us.

“Bitch, you don’t know the half of it!” I reply once I’m able to catch my breath, taking Taehyung’s hand into my own.

With perfect timing, I hear Jimin coming down the stairs, calling out to me, “Beautiful! I have an assignment to go to right now, but I can come back a little after five if that’s okay.”

When he rounds the corner into the kitchen, he freezes when he sees we have company.

“Oh, bitch!” Grey is completely floored, grabbing my hand to pull me downstairs into the basement to speak privately. I can’t help but to cackle at his reaction, not resisting his pull.

“What the fuck is going on here? Spill,” he demands once we’re alone.

“See, what had happened was…”

“Nuh uh…I don’t want to hear that ‘what had happened was’ shit. Are you dating all three of these men?”

“Well…”

Without letting me respond, he continues, “Let me put my friend hat on.” He goes through the action of miming, putting his imaginary hat on. “You know I won’t judge and only want you to live your best life. Are you fucking them all? What is this a throuple?! A quad?”

“Grey,” I try to interject but he’s on a roll. After knowing him for over a decade, I relent, knowing that he’s got to get all of his thoughts out.

“Are you all using protection? Do they fuck each other? Did they all stay the night? What was that like? How does this work? Does this make you happy? Are they jealous of each other?”

These are all valid questions and I try to remember them all as his rambling has come to a stop.

“Well?” He’s asking this as if he hasn’t been spewing rapid fire questions for a full minute.

“Well… no, I haven’t had sex with Jimin. He’s the newest guy to this situation. I honestly can’t explain to you what this is but yes, it does make me happy. No, we haven’t been using protection, and I don’t think they have sex with each other. There is no jealousy that I’ve seen thus far. I know this may all look strange but, please, just support me while I navigate this with them. This is new to us too, so I won’t always have the answers you’re seeking.”

“Honestly, I’m just shocked. You’ve been single for years, and suddenly you have three motherfuckers in your bed. You know I will support you in any way you need, but as your friend…a real friend and a therapist, I have to ask,” he pretends to switch his hats, “Do you think this is a trauma response? You’ve been through a lot over the past few years, with losing your mom, your sister moving to another country, and that fucker that was stalking you. Are you sure that you aren’t playing along with this to fill some type of void or because they make you feel safe? Do you feel obligated or coerced to participate in this?”

“Thank you for looking out for me, but I don’t think so. Mom has been gone and Jazz moved years ago and I’ve been fine. I do feel safer with them here but that’s not the reason I want them here, if that makes sense. There is this pull…like a magnetic force attracting me to them and vice versa. Those men up there make me feel complete and so comfortable as if I’ve known them forever. The connection was instantaneous and so fucking strong, I can’t explain it.”

“Hey,” he takes my hands into his, “as long as you’re happy and they are not taking advantage of you, I’m here for it! And you don’t have to explain shit, to me or anybody else. You are a grown woman who should have autonomy to do what you want with your life and with your body, and if that means stuffing every orifice with a different dick, so be it!”

We burst into laughter, slapping each other’s arms and hands and we cry real tears, belly laughing. 

“You get on my nerves so fucking bad!” I’m only able to speak between our laughter and catching my breath. When we settle down, we hug before Grey pulls away, grabbing my cheeks.

“I love you, bitch, and I'm always here for you, no matter what. And if you ever need me to come whoop some ass, you let me know. You know I don’t play about you,” he seals his statement by showing me his balled up fist.

I uncurl his fist to show perfectly manicured nails, before jutting my lips to one side.

“And won’t bust a grape,” we say in unison which reactivates our laughing fit.

Grey adds, “But I will throw something or call the cops!”

“Awww…my hero,” I tease, wiping tears from my eyes.

A/N:

Thanks so much to @yoongiobsessed for beta reading this chapter! 💜

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Kobenxi AU Ideas

Pretty much just ideas from my idea list but with Kobenxi. Most of them are stolen from things that I’ve read/watched.

Historical fantasy romance where Kobeni is sacrificed to demon Quanxi.

Kobeni is in college and Quanxi is either a teacher or an office worker, the twist is that Kobeni is like a solid 30 feet tall.

Kobeni and Quanxi being gay and crazy in the city. I’m not really sure what I meant by this, but I’m assuming that they kidnap a baby or something. Just a bunch of weird illegal stuff.

Zombie romance where Quanxi has turned into this half-human half-zombie thing and there’s a point in the story where Kobeni lets Quanxi eat her leg.

Quanxi with her harem and Kobeni is there too.

Post-Apocalyptic story where the world has completely frozen over. Quanxi is a lone traveler and Kobeni is from a small village.

Quanxi and Kobeni are dating but Kobeni is basically Quanxi’s living weapon. Whether or not Quanxi actually loves her in this AU is debatable.

Just Kobeni and Quanxi falling in love and making each other happy and generally improving the other’s life.