#writing for my wives

[spinstertheuncommon]

Take me to war. Come on, I dare you - Batfam x Neglected!fem!Reader

(Oneshot)

Inspired by this post by @astraeasworld !!

Reader looks and acts deathly like Martha Wayne, and it scares Bruce into avoiding and neglecting his daughter.

I did only use the 4 robins in this story, cause I kinda made Bruce a sexist dad so Cass isn't here cause I ain't doing that to her ƪ(ツ)∫ .

Title is in reference to the Crane Wives song of the same name, and it influenced the story heavily as well as the rest of their discography.

Cw: implications of unprotected sex (readers conception), neglect, postpartum depression, physically absent parent and emotionally absent parent, emotional distress and abuse, tropes of avoidant personality disorder from both reader and Bruce, tropes of paranoia from Bruce, grief, one swear.

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You were the product of a lapse in judgement. A trust in a pill, a lack of rubber, and a restless night.

Now, you’ve grown to embrace your status of a regret, no matter how that title is gifted. It’s never really your fault, is it?

Your mother didn’t hide the pregnancy from your father, instead informing him of practically every aspect. Monitoring your growth, health, gender, complication’s; practically everything tangible to a baby. Your mother even asked if he wanted to gift you your middle name.

A gift he’ll say he gave irresponsibly, yet one you brandish with petty pride.

Neither of your parents desired shared custody. Your mother wished to raise her baby herself, and your father merely requested annual updates on you, masking his indifference. He had no intention to claim custody rights, and preferred to keep to himself. Said he had no intentions to raise a kid, to busy for it.

A month prior to your birth, he publicly adopted a son.

It's only so much a neighbour could offer, especially when she hardly knew them. Instead, she’d put you in your crib, and hide in her closet, wailing and trying to outcry you.

A year after that, your mother was at her boiling point. She would say that she wasn’t informed, that no one prepared her for how hard single parenting is. But the truth was that she lacked support. Her parents were to busy to just move across country from the west coast to Gotham, and her brother was unprepared to uproot his life and move from Star City, already settled down with his own partner and child. Sure they helped the best that they could, but no one, not even your mother, was prepared to move.

So she was alone.

Eventually your uncle reached out to child services to aid your mum, after she called him, weeping at her inability to parent. Due to your cousin, born with a low independence disability, your uncle couldn't house more children without concerning child services. So, you were filed, and put in a foster home until they could get a hold of your father.

8 months later, he returned their calls.

♧♧♧♧

Growing up, you learned to not ask of much from the man you called your father. Don’t expect his yes, don’t expect his time, and never expect him to remember anything.

You tended to inform Alfred of things. School trips, fund raisers, teacher-parent conferences, birthday parties you were invited to, company at dinner, extracurricular, ect. He’d set up whatever you need, get you there and back, and would even ask you questions about your well-being.

Bruce funded all these acts, courtesy of pressure from the family law court. He can't have you taken away, for he'd loose Dick too, so he let you do near everything with a wave of his credit card and an absent glance.

With this freedom, you became the golden child of the city. Using every spare second of your time to stay out of your father's way, you did every sport, from tennis to dirt biking. You were a girl scout, volunteering to sell with any troupe. You went to spelling bees and language competitions. To art groups, museums, local gigs, band practice. You volunteered at shelters, at theatre departments as a usher or techie, at soup kitchens and clothing drives. Every parent, teacher, political figure, event planner and sports player in the city knew your name. Yet you were known for being humble about it. You were shy about status and kind to a fault, not someone anyone could bully or argue with. Even when asked about how your father never showed up for awards, you took it on the chin with the grace of someone much older. 'He's just busy,' you'd say, 'I know he loves me.'

You became a brilliant liar.

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Bruce wasn’t aware of any of it. Sure he had a calendar with every single event in there, courtesy of Alfred, but he never bothered to look at it. His job was to keep you alive, not entertain you. The sand of your life kept running through the timer, yet he never bothered to know each grain.

Never bothered to know your birthday.

To the press, however, he was the dream. The father to every orphan, the money man of every hospital, the dreamy breeze under Gotham's wings, to lift them high, high above their troubles.

Never to touch the solid ground of lies below.

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You respected your brothers, as they came along. Didn't ask them anything, didn't approach for nothing. Gave them space, and occupied yourself with anything. But that distance may have aided you.

While being only a year younger than Tim, as you got older, forced to be wiser beyond your years, your older brothers would come to you with their troubles; of mind or of heart, you were the mediator.

They knew your troubles with your father, and while they never helped you through them, you helped them with their issues.

With the countless seeds of doubt and hate you've unearthed from them, Bruce should owe you limb and life. Too bad he never respected you, despite what he tells the press.

He talks big game of absolute bullshit.

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Years passed, and you got over it.

Well... not really.

You more grew a habit of biting your tongue, the worst truths bubble bitterly like bile so they hurt nobody but you.

You don't want your brothers to get wrapped up in your loose ends, so you don't acknowledge the fraying.

Instead, you graduated high school a valedictorian, went to college with a full ride scholarship paid by the Hamilton Foundation,- thank you, Great Aunt Catherine- and moved out into your own home at 22, all with money you earned in college and highschool from awards and spare jobs. You still show face at the manor, not wanting to ghost the rest of your family just because your dad didn’t like you.

You worked hard, graduating with your PhD and a research placement in England, all lined up for after graduation season ends.

And the season ends tonight.

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All scholarship programs in Gotham come together at the end of the season and host a gala, each host on rotation. This year the world decided that dramatic irony would be your greatest adversary, as your father would be hosting in honour of the Thomas Wayne scholarship.

Your father found it distressing that you'll enter with your class instead of with him. He, however unbothered he claimed to be, was aware of how much the Gotham public love you. So if he was seen beside you, as a father shaped man, then he could leech that pride of you to be his own.

How terrible is it that unfortune favours the ugly souls.

Instead, he gave you a job, one you had taken upon yourself years ago.

Be quiet.

Fine.

I can be quiet.

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You sit in your room at the manor, all members aside Alfred already left to go organise the party. Facing the dressor, one your grandmother used to use, you run your index finger around your lower lip, to rub off any excess lipstick that may have dodged your liner.

Your other hand follows the curves of the faux marble, the ivory leaves and roses smoothed out with years of embrace. You used to daydream of your grandmother sitting there, on the same poof, brushing out her pin curls before going out on the town for the night, your grandfather chasing her wild fervour.

Many a times have you been told you are the spitting image of her, a face you’ve grown into. You started following her makeup rituals she would publish for the press, writing your letters with the same flick she did. Maybe you were selfish, but seeing how your father’s shoulders would tense at your signature always gave you a little pep in your step.

You fiddle with the knobby surface of the dresser a bit more, pulling at the bud along the side.

Click

The draw drops down from underneath, revealing the secret compartment. You've known about this for years, but never shared it with anyone, for it was your little secret.

Yours, and Marthas.

Inside it held three things: a diary with a canvas cover and well loved corners, one you would read yourself to sleep to, a pen etched with Martha's name, and a long box, containing what you felt was emotional dynamite.

You never sought a need for the context of the box, but tonight, a night before you leave the country, is a night to never forget.

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You drift through the crowd, your black, sweetheart dress glides around you. A simple look. Your evening gloves land just below your armpits, each side seam dripping with pearls, to compliment the strings around your neck. The same strings that haunt Bruces dreams; his nightmares of crushing reality.

Your grandmother's prized pearls.

His mother's lost pearls.

Or, assumed lost.

But instead of retreating into the confines of the Bat-suit, he instead has to bear the reality that the ghost of his mother haunts him through you.

He is tonight's host after all.

And he hates it. Forced to beside himself with your little revenge act in front of all eyes of power. He is meant to be the beloved, single, socialite dad of Gotham, not a neglectful father. And he’s not… is he?

You take pride in yourself that night, something you were uncommon to do. But with a final lap, you soak in every stare, every congratulations, every kiss on the cheek as stamps of victory.

Never would you let your status claim you, but god, you smiled like a rich snake.

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In the morning, as you boarded the plane to England, your full name will be plastered over the Gotham news-

“Y/n Martha Wayne-L/n stuns crowds in her grandmother’s wedding pearls at the Gotham Scholars Graduate gala!”

You’re beloved Gotham, always singing your prayers as you make the public appearances that your father butchered and ignored. While he kissed babies and sponsored orphans, you volunteer at shelters and escort patients into clinics, with welcome baskets for all.

You pride yourself on the war you’ve brought; to be the constant torment to Bruces suffering.

A tourniquet to his grief, locking down all the worst parts of Bruce, never letting him let go.

The city will haunt him with you. With your image.

With his mother's face, reincarnate.

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Ehehehehe i had fun with this one

Gonna be posting a few more oneshots b4 getting back to the Gotham sewist chapters

Byeeee!!

Do not copy, steal, or repost my works!

[villainousauthor]

"You're so cruel." Hero whispers, so quietly they're not sure Villain even heard them at first. After a moment, they look up, meeting Hero's eyes. There's an emotion there that they can't place. Not quite remorse, but not uncaring either.

"Dear, if I was truly cruel, you would have long been dead." They finally answer, voice steady, even and practiced.

"Maybe you haven't killed me, but how many others have died at your hands?" Hero snaps. They don't know why they're bringing this up now. Letting their surge of guilt ruin the quiet afternoon the two were spending together. "And you may not hurt me, but you say cruel things all the time." Hero babbles on.

At this, Villain sits up fully, eyes trained on Hero's face. They move Hero's legs off their lap, their expression wary.

"And what are the cruel things I say to you?" They ask, voice almost a hiss at this point.

Hero swallows, trying to find their words before they lose their nerve.

"You speak so callously. About the loss of life, like you don't care when you're responsible for others suffering. Also, when you talk about my career and my hero friends, like it's all beneath you." They try to keep their from shaking. Their breath rattles as they try to keep their emotions in check. "Like you don't respect me."

At this, Villain leans closer suddenly, invading their space. They bracket their arms around Hero.

"You're one of the only people in this cold world that I have an iota of respect for." They seethe. Their eyes are intense, burning into Hero's gaze. "Don't doubt for a moment how I feel about you. I'd lay entire bloodlines at your feet, bring civilizations to their knees for you."

They lean closer, to the point where Hero is pressed firmly against the cushions of the sofa.

"Do you understand?" They ask, mouth a firm line. Hero nods shakily, unable to bring themselves to answer verbally. Villain searches their gaze for a moment longer before continuing. "It's true, I have a sharp and cruel mouth. My hands bear the blood of countless. You knew this from the beginning, you knew this is what I offer you."

Hero's eyes brim with emotion. "But-"

"I am not a vessel for your good intentions." Villain interrupts. "I am cold, capricious, and cruel. Are you okay with this?" Villain questions, grabbing Hero by the chin. Not roughly, but not gently either. "If you have an issue with who I am, then I can leave. You'll never have to worry about my sharp tongue, or the blood on my hands again."

They lean closer, voice lowering to almost a murmur. "Are you fine with that? With who I am and what I offer?" Their gaze almost softens. Hero knows what they mean.

Hero knows the depth of their loyalty when given, how much they would do for Hero. Hero also knows the other side of the proverbial coin. Knows how ruthless their lover can be. Knows the price for Villain's unwavering fealty. They'd lay the world at Hero's feet, but they wouldn't lie to or hide the suffering involved from them. Wouldn't pretend to be anything but a villain. But they'd be Hero's.

After a long moment, Hero gives a shaky nod as tears threaten to spill over their lashes. As cruel as Villain was, Hero was weak.

Villain's hold on their chin lightens as they tilt their head towards them, lips pressing against Hero's with a sharpness, threatening to cut their lips. Hero loved every bit of it.

[burningcheese-merchant]

ANSWER THIS AND YOU GET A FUNNY BURNING CHEESE COMIC

Hear me out

The ancients giving themselves up to the beasts as sacrifices if they agreed to leave earthbread alone and never wreck terror or show their faces again

I'd say everyone besides Flour would go:

Say less Babygirl*hops into a pumpkin carriage and rides off into the sunset*

Maybe Salt would need a lot of convincing because... Holy shit it could be this easy, Milk you seeing this, quick Spice snap a photo this is a moment in history

Flour is just in massive denial but would find a way to agree to mke it seem like it isn't about love or anything

Unknown3doors, don't tempt me like that 👀 don't tempt me like that, unknown3doors 👀 you're playing with fire, unknown3doors 👀🔥

Pure Vanilla surrendering to Shadow Milk would be the happiest day of Shadow's life. He makes Vanilla repeat himself multiple times, makes him announce it through a megaphone, they do a radio broadcast, Shadow makes a TV special out of it, Shadow writes poems and essays gloating and taunting... And then he eventually agrees to Vanilla's terms (although, he DOES try to haggle for permission to continue annoying people). Pure Vanilla is HIS!!! HE'S FINALLY HIS!!! FOREVER AND EVER!!!!!!! (And the Soul Jam, technically. But WHATEVER!!! HIS SILLY VANILLY!!!). Now Vanilla must endure having to spend EVERY SINGLE MINUTE of his life within 10 feet of Shadow AT ALL TIMES, or else the deal is off and Shadow will commit genocide in retaliation. Why the long face, though? You agreed to this! You knew this would happen! Maybe if Vanilla behaves well enough, like a good little doll, Shadow will allow himself to be HIS doll for a time. Tit for tat. It's only fair. They can be each other's playmate for eternity now...

Eternal Sugar would be 100% awake for the first time in forever if Hollyberry offered herself to her - in exchange for anything at all, it never had to have been for keeping innocents safe. Typical of Holly, in her estimate; she's not necessarily surprised by this. Maybe she'll feign a bit of surprise just because, maybe she'll tease Holly about it... But all in all, she's quite pleased. Now she can keep those pesky subjects of Holly's away from her much easier (as well as her friends... Including that ridiculous dragon...). Holly will learn to see things her way eventually. Appreciate the little things. Like a nice, long nap in a warm bed, in the arms of a loved one... Pleasant, sugary sweet dreams that are too comforting to wake up from... No one ever bothering them about anything ever again. Free from their responsibilities, free from the burden of the shield and the crown. Just the two of them in their own little world, pursuing their own happiness. Won't that be nice?

Mystic Flour would struggle to even entertain Dark Cacao's presence, never mind his... proposal (oh gods, not that word). She would refuse, and refuse, and refuse again. But Cacao does not give up, stubborn fool that he is. Curse his Light of Resolution... Eventually, in lieu of plainly refusing, she tries to appeal to reason. What about his kingdom? His people? What would they say, think, do? Will he leave them behind just to keep her pacified? What about his friends? His son? Who will rule in his absence? Unfortunately, Cacao has an answer for every single one of her questions... and, with an even greater undertone of misfortune... she likes them. That part of her that likes HIM also likes this. That he always has an answer for everything she says. That he won't bend the knee to her, no matter what. His self-sacrificing nature, bordering on martyrdom... just like hers once was. In truth, every word out of her mouth is only serving to delay her inevitable acceptance of his offer. A feeble attempt at shooing him away, one final shot at denying her feelings towards him, for having him around her constantly would be too much to bear, and she might... She... She'll break. She knows she will. And she can't have it. She won't stand for it.

... Dark Cacao, stubborn, handsome, selfless fool that he is. He has undone everything she ever worked for. Her apathy meant nothing the moment they locked eyes. It means nothing now, as they go back and forth about this foolish deal of his. And it won't mean anything when she eventually says yes.

(But she'll try to pretend otherwise, for as long as she can. Neither of them could handle the truth...)

Golden Cheese: Burning Spice, if you leave everyone else alone, I'll give myself to-

Burning Spice: DEAL!!!!!!!!! *pounces on her before she can actually finish or explain herself any further... What he does next, I'll let you imagine/decide 😉*

Silent Salt... wouldn't even believe it at first. He'd be astounded. Dumbfounded, really, that White Lily would say such a thing... Is this really her? Is someone forcing her to do this? What is the catch? Enough reassurance from her would convince him that she's being real and sincere and every other word that can be used to describe her deal, and... he accepts it. No other ifs, ands or buts. His White Lily... now, she really IS his White Lily. Forever and ever... He doesn't mind having to keep away from society; that's hardly a punishment. It costs him nothing. And if his White Lily is there with him, he won't even notice the difference...

[kyokutsu-sama]

Headcanons| Reader asking them if they "can stack donuts on it"

Characthers: Tengen uzui, Kyojuro Rengoku, Sanemi Shinazugawa

A/n: Don't ask questions abt the topic. It just popped into my head at 3am and that's it🙂

Tw: Very suggestive (The title speaks for itself)

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Kyojuro :

You had already heard the joke for a few days and decided to join in on the fun. Knowing Kyojuro as well as you did, he would probably laugh at you for that or just stare wide-eyed in shock at the question. He was sitting on the porch of the house while eating his lunchbox and you decided to join him, already thinking about asking him the question. "Hello dear! Do you want to eat too?" He greeted, holding out the lunch box to you but you shook your head "No, thanks, I'm not hungry right now." "You should try some, this tastes so good." "I wonder where you keep so much food?"You tilted your head to the side with a smile "Missions and training always make me hungry." "I believe so..." You said, looking away and preparing the next words."Kyo, can I ask you something?" "What?" "Can I stack donuts on it?" You asked innocently and he frowned as he chewed the food, not understanding at first what you had said "Stack donuts on what? What do you mean by that?" "Like..." You bit your lip, trying to hold back your laugh."I meant if I can stack donuts down there... On your other sword." You looked from his eyes to his lap "On my other---"The flame hashira choked on his food when he finally realized "Honey, are you okay?" You put the lunchbox aside and patted his back. "Drink some water." You held out the glass of water to him, who took it and drank, calming down a little."Feeling better?" "Yeah, thank you." He said, massaging his chest."But you caught me off guard now with this idea. Where did that come from?" He asked, with a playful smile "I heard that a few days ago and decided to ask you to see your reaction, but why? Wouldn't you like to try?" You teased and he chuckled "Well, I mean, that's a little... creative, but why would you want to do that?" His curiosity was growing more and more with that sudden question "Just to see how many I can stack there."You answered and he laughed out loud. "Alright, maybe one of these days we should try that." He nodded "Seriously?" "Yes." "Thanks for letting me try." You hugged him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek "What I wouldn't do for you, my dear." He smiled

Tengen :

Tengen was coming back from his mission and went to the bedroom to undress before taking a shower. You opened the bedroom's door and found him shirtless and looking at you. A wonderful sight that you never got tired of. "Oh, you're here!" You went in and closed the door, seeing him give you a little smile "Am I late, dear? It's not even midnight yet." He said, looking at the wall clock and then at you "No, you arrived right on time. The others also left a while ago but I decided to stay."You explained, approaching him "You wanted to stay home to welcome your flashy husband, did you?" He smiled, holding your face with both hands and leaning down to kiss your forehead."You're so sweet." "Don't get too cocky." You blinked and he chuckled "So? Is there another reason?" "I wanted to ask you a question." You said, holding his hands and looking at him, suggestively "What?" "Tengen, can I...stack donuts on it?" You asked, looking between his legs and then back at him "Wait...What?" He closed his eyes and then opened them again, trying to process the question. "Stack donuts...on what? Here? On my--" He pointed to the spot and you nodded "Yes." "Well, that sounds flashy, you're very creative, princess." He laughed and you smiled. "And how many did you think you could stack here?" He crossed his arms with a teasing and smug look "I don't know, maybe if you let me try, but I think at least two, of the little ones too."You laughed and ran away while his expression changed to an indignant look "Say that again if you dare." He run to you and then picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, slapping your ass. "Say it!" "Tengen, let me go." You yelped *Bonus scene* The next day when he got home you were sitting on the couch looking at him with the box of donuts on your lap and he chuckled when he noticed, realizing it was still the joke from the day before. "Oh, so you were really serious about this."He said, sitting on the couch and you nodded "Aren't you interested?" "I never said I wasn't." He winked at you."Come on, satisfy your curiosity." He gave you a teasing smirk and you opened the box "Take off your pants." You ordered ~~~ "So what now? Do you still think you could only stack two?" He teased, seeing your slightly surprised face "Well, I must say that stacking five is quite a feat. Congratulations, Tengen big dick Uzui!" You nicknamed him and he laughed "I told you." "What the hell are you two doing?" Makio said, seeing the scene that left you a little embarrassed "Y/n, why don't you explain your fantasies about 'glazed donuts' a little so Makio can understand?" Tengen teased and you looked away, embarrassed "You two are weird. Too weird." Makio said, turning around and leaving the room "I think there was still room for one more on the tip." He said looking from the pile of donuts "Shut up."

Sanemi :

You were walking around the house looking for Sanemi to find him sitting at the kitchen table drinking matcha tea after coming back from training. His uniform was dirty and there were still a few drops of sweat running down the exposed skin of his chest, which made him even more attractive. You sneaked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, looking at him who raised his gaze to meet yours. "Why are you looking so much?" He asked in his usual rough voice "I'm just admiring my boyfriend, is there a problem with that?" "You haven't stopped looking at me since you came in. Do you think I don't know you and your looks?" He put down the glass and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms "Yes, you know me too well." You sat in front of him "What do you need?" "Can I ask you something?" You shrank a little in your seat, a little hesitant "What?" "Would you let me stack donuts on it?"You asked and he frowned "What the hell?" "Stack donuts on your friend down there?"You joked and he widened his eyes at you Sanemi had heard a lot of things in his life but that was definitely one of the things he never thought he would hear. "Y/n... What the hell do you have in your head?" He asked and you just laughed, unable to hold it in any longer "Nemi, come on. I was just curious." "Curious?" "Yeah, like, why not? Why don't you let me try?" You insisted just to see his expression even more surprised "Of course not!" He immediately denied "Nemi, please..." "Shut up." "No, let me try it first." "I said no, you're insufferable and stubborn. And honestly, I wonder what the basis for that is? "Like, I just wanted to know how many you can hold with your--" "I get it!" "So, are you going to let me?" "No." "I bet I could stack a few." You teased to try to dissuade him "I don't care." "Okay..." You got up from the chair and walked to the kitchen entrance, but stopped a little before, turning to him who looked you up and down. "I'll ask Tomioka, maybe he'll want to try."

That was the last straw for him. You weren't going to do that, were you? Not with his rival, right? He thought.

A vein stood out on his neck and another on his forehead, angry at your teasing. He stood up and pushed you against the wall, bringing his lips close to your ear. "If I were you, I wouldn't do that, unless you wanted to go a few weeks without taking a single step properly, what do you say?" He murmured and you chuckled."You like that?" "I bet deep down the idea excited you, seeing how angry you are." "I'm angry because you mentioned that idiot." "So what? Are you afraid I'll be able to stack more donuts on him than you?" You teased "He's no match for me, baby." He grabbed your chin. "Now, let's deal with that behavior of yours, brat." He whispered against your lips

[malsorie]

i was waiting for a ship in BG3 to sweep me off my feet until i read @optiwashere’s Minthara x Lae’zel propaganda (their fics) and fell VICTIM. so i drew a little scene from this fic 🤕🤕

[filialdisciple]

once again thinking about sqq unintenionally becoming a harem master in the eyes of can qiong and civilians.

it starts off with him saving one of binghe's future wives because ! she was one of the more interesting wives !! with powers that ariplane retconned in later chapters for no reason !!!!!!

"What a sweet girl," Shen Qingqiu murmurs as he opened the thank you package delivered to him because she wanted to thank the immortal master for saving her from a beast that in PIDW had traumatized her into becoming a recluse.

Shen Qingqiu hums as he touches the new hand-painted fan. Sweat begins beading on his neck at the murderous glare his white lotus Binghe was directing at the object in his hands.

This master is sorry, Binghe, but this fan is too precious to throw!

Shen Qingqiu clears his throat, "It would be good if she sends more gifts," to her future husband Binghe, of course.

That way, his sweet bun realizes that this was nothing more but a gift to her father-in-law. Aiya, why is the glare even worse?

a week later, sqq saves another wife by complete coincidence on a trip down to the village. she insists on joining him back to cang qiong and sqq gives in because of how persistent she was.

binghe breaks the plate of snacks he was holding when he bumps into them.

sqq: oh shit binghe's jealous. quick gotta send her his way and make them spend more time together

and then the lady just asks him about sqq and whether he's married single looking for someone.

and it keeps happening. sqq isn't sure either why he's meeting all these future wives. maybe the system wanted him to give his future approval? the system was being a bitch and seemed to enjoy his confusion over the way events had been continuously unfolding.

but then one of binghe's sly wives—a scammer who airplane contradictorily describes as pure-hearted at her core—comes up to him one day and tells him, "I have your baby."

And she shamelessly does it in front of the whole cang qiong delegation.

Shen Qingqiu doesn't know where or who the shrill keening sound was coming from.

[qqueenofhades]

Original Novel Masterlist

Okay! Now that I have finally, over the course of uh, several years, gotten my ass in gear and published all my currently completed novels, it seems smart to put them in one place. If you're looking for some summer reading, have enjoyed my fics and other writing, or just feel like buying a book for the hell of it (always a top choice), here they are for your perusal. They are all quite different in plot, setting, and style, so please do see if anything appeals to you specifically. I am writing sequels for a few of these, namely Empire of Bones and Wormwood, but progress is slow due to insane amounts of work and also the Horrors. Nonetheless, hope springs eternal.

Generally, the available formats will include Kindle and Paperback for Amazon, Paperback and Hardcover for Lulu, and general eBook options for Draft2Digital, including Apple, B&N, Kobo, Smashwords, etc. This may vary between books, but yes.

THE EMPIRE OF BONES (doorstopper epic fantasy, for you if you like stubborn gay idiots and historical/magical adventure) Amazon | Lulu (Paperback / Hardcover) | Draft2Digital

THE WIVES (dark literary/feminist revenge saga, for you if you like women's rights and women's wrongs) Amazon | Lulu (Paperback) | Draft2Digital

WORMWOOD (sci-fi/adventure/postapocalyptic, for you if you like mind-bending sci-fi/dystopian thrillers with hopepunk) Amazon | Lulu (Paperback / Hardcover) | Draft2Digital

Enjoy!

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Can you do Cam boy Tengen with wives as they do a livestream session of them all having sex with a shy voluptuous female reader?

Cyber Sex (Tengen x Wives x F!Plus-Size!Reader 18+ One Shot) [REQUEST FILL]

Pairing: Camboy!Tengen Uzui x Camgirl!Wives x Plus-Size!GF!Reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Tengen and his wives, also your girlfriends, are big in the world of camming. They are a popular camming couple that have made you the newest addition to their little family. Intrigued by their profession and the idea of having sex on camera, you decide to partake in one of their livestreams despite your nerves and insecurities in your body threatening to ruin it for you. Lucky for you, your sexy partners are 100% addicted to you and how you look on camera.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Camboy!Tengen x Camgirl!Wives; Poly Relationship; Shy to Slutty!Reader; Sex On Camera; Exhibitionism; Voyeurism; Fivesome; Daddy Kink; Sex w/ Sex Toys; Anal Play/Mild Analingus; Oral (Giving & Receiving); 69ing/Facesitting; Doggystyle; Everyone Cums; Mutual Os; Facials; Cum Play; Aftercare 

Writer's Note: @rottmntrulesall Thank you so much for your patience & THIS CONCEPT!!! As soon as you sent it, I knew I had to write it. I'm sorry I couldn't get it out quicker. Work has been soooo busy + other writing projects. I hope you enjoy it regardless! 💗💗💗💗 -Jazz

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You sit as rigid as a board in your vanity chair as Suma stands behind you, teasing your hair for at least the fourth time. 

With every spritz of gloss in your hair, you become more and more nervous. You’re supposed to be excited to be all dressed up for the camera, but the knowledge of what will come next makes your stomach jump. 

“So you ready for your official debut, cutie?” Suma asks, her breasts pushed against the back of your chair. You can see why she makes so much money as a camgirl with her set of double Ds, hourglass body, and shapely ass. It is how your other two girlfriends, Hinatsuru and Makio, are shaped, their God-given bodies only accentuated by the babydolls they wear for the “occasion”. 

You are wearing one as well–much larger in size to fit your soft, shapely body with its love handles, stretchmarks, rolls, and pudginess that your partners somehow cannot get enough of. The girls decided on a powdery pink babydoll with lace trim, a matching thong to hug your round, shapely ass, and furry heels to make your red-painted toes even cuter. 

The “occasion” in question is your grand debut with your romantic partners, both who are sex workers and majorly popular in the camming world. That sounds better than having sex on camera in front of a bunch of strangers.

You take the bottle of sour apple-flavored vodka from the vanity and pour yourself a shot before downing it between your glossy, bubblegum-flavored lips. The girls watch you while you gulp down the strong liquid that already begins clouding your senses and some of your frazzled nerves. “Y-Yeah,” you stammer. Makio snorts from her spot on the stool next to yours. “That was a no.” 

The girls giggle together at your nervousness, making you flush with embarrassment. Suma coos, wrapping her arms around you from the back. “Awww, you’ve got nothing to worry about, cutie pie! It’s just us!” 

Hinatsuru nods, standing behind you with her long, raven-black hair in her usual high ponytail. “She’s right, darling. We’ve been dating for two years now. You have nothing to be scared of when we’re your loving partners.” Her soft, soothing voice would usually relax you, but nothing seems to be working to calm you. “It’s not that, girls,” you confess. “I just don’t wanna mess up. I mean, thousands will be watching and—“ 

Makio stops you by rising from her stool, nearly knocking it over. “Hey!” she barks, glaring at you in the LED-lit mirror. “None of that. Our followers will love us no matter what and they’ll love you too! Don’t get in that head.” She pokes at your temple but bloats your face with a tissue to ensure that your makeup isn’t ruined. Even as the hot-headed one between your girlfriends, Makio is the most loving and affectionate. 

“Awwww, aren’t you the sweetest!” Suma squeals while Hinatsuru gives you a knowing smile. Makio blushes as red as her babydoll (Hinatsuru’s is purple while Suma’s is blue). “And remember what Tengen-sama said,” Hinatsuru says, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You can always say our safety word or tap one of us three times if you ever need to slow down or stop. Your safety and comfort come first.” 

Suma snorts in that way where she is struggling to hold back a joke. “Unless you cum first,” she giggles. You and the girls stare at her, totally done, even as she giggles and snorts hysterically at her own juvenile joke. But it manages to make you crack a smile even when the idea of having sex on camera with your camgirl girlfriends and camboy boyfriend in front of their adoring audience still makes you quiver. 

After Suma finishes with your hair, giving it soft yet teasing waves, and Hinatsuru applies another slick of lip gloss to your lips, you stare at yourself in the mirror. All you see staring back at you is a pretty girl who needs to be touched and fucked on all night until her hair is a wreck and her makeup is running. You want nothing more than for Tengen and your girls to do that to you. 

“Okay,” you sigh. You turn around in your hair to face your adoring girlfriends with a determined smile. “Let’s do it then. I don’t wanna keep your fans waiting.”

As if being walked down the red carpet, the three gorgeous girls walk you down the hallway from the bathroom with its pink, plush rugs to the bedroom you share with your partners. Your heart flips as you hear the soft music playing and your boyfriend’s seductive chuckles from behind the door. 

Hinatsuru gives you a reassuring smile and a wink before she knocks daintily on the door. “Come in!” Tengen hollers from behind the door.

She opens it, revealing a bedroom decorated for the occasion with plush rugs, a satin, black bedspread, and a neon light coating the walls in a soft, neon pink. The entire room smells of vanilla and bergamot, somehow easing your nerves in a way the vodka did not. But nothing catches your attention more than your man. 

Tengen, known simply as “Uzui” in the sex work world and among his fanbase, lounges against the many multi-colored pillows and Sanrio plushies that you and Makio are obsessed with, his satin pants so low on his narrow hips that you can see his well-defined V-line and the outline of his big, gorgeous cock that lies just underneath the satin fabric.

His body, as if cut with stone, is slick with oil from his broad shoulders to his big, squeezable forearms right down his washboard abs. His silvery locks cascade down in waves to his shoulder blades, curling up against his earlobes that drip with colorful earrings. 

He is busy staring at the glowing screen of his laptop, running a hand over one of his pierced, brown nipples that you can’t help but salivate over, when his maroon-crimson eye lifts from the screen to widen at the sight of you. His other lies behind an eyepatch though it is probably just as wide with shock.

“There are my pretty girls!” he exclaims, grinning his wide, white-toothed grin at you. “And what’s this little outfit you’ve got on, babe?” His grin only grows as the girls gently walk you farther into the room. You try not to flinch when Makio closes the door behind you. 

“It’s for you, Daddy,” Hinatsuru replies. “We got her all dressed up for her grand debut tonight.” She gently caresses the lace of your babydoll covering your tummy to which Tengen’s eye is drawn to. “Isn’t she pretty, Daddy?!” Suma asks, practically teeming with excitement. “I told her that pink is her color!” 

Tengen seems to agree with the way his smile has turned into something more lustful. He moves the laptop off of his strong thighs and rises from the bed. “Why don’t you three entertain our guests while I greet our actress?” You can hear the little rapidfire bloop-bloop sounds of people liking the livestream and you briefly wonder how long Tengen was streaming before you arrived. 

At the mention of “entertaining”, Suma excitedly claps her hands and runs over to the bed, belly-flopping onto the bedspread. Makio rolls her eyes and crosses her arms as she struts over, her ass moving so enticingly in her lace panties. “You little attention whore,” she scoffs. Suma sticks her tongue out at her, smacking her ass when she gets on the bed. “Says the one who begged to cum on camera!” she shoots back. 

As the two begin to argue in front of their horny and eager audience behind the screen, Hinatsuru gives you and Tengen an adoring smile. “Don’t keep us waiting, you two.” She gives you both a peck on the cheek before she joins the two girls on the bed, playfully shoving a Pikachu plushie in Makio’s face. 

You can see the appeal as the three girls banter and be their adorable selves in front of the laptop for all the world to see. They are just too cute! It was what drew you to them the moment you started watching their streams alongside Tengen being his hot and flashy self. He and his wives became big in the camming world due to their relationship dynamics, roleplay sessions (with costumes included), and Tengen’s hot dirty talk that always seemed to turn you into a puddle. You had been a fan for some time, lurking in the comments with your camera turned off and dropping tips when your money was right. 

Soon, the foursome took notice of you and began shouting you out. “Thank you for the tip, Cute Little Listener!” Tengen said one night, all while pausing from a heavy make-out session with Hinatsuru.

Your username on his tongue nearly made you cream all over yourself…but nothing prepared you for the sultry look he shot at the camera. “Maybe one night you’ll turn on your camera and let us see just how cute and little you are.” 

Cute? Sure! But little? You didn’t define yourself as “little” at all. But when you finally turned on your camera for a private session with Tengen and his girls, they regarded you as if you were the prettiest, sexiest thing ever. And when you met them weeks later in person, Tengen’s sheer size made you feel as if you were as little as an ant! 

He towers over you now in the hallway, his big hands dripping in bracelets and rings cascading over your pudgy sides. “Look at you,” he coos. “You look fuckin’ delicious, babe.” Despite his lustful smile and gorgeous body on full display for you, you can’t even muster up enough courage to cop a feel. “I don’t feel very fuckin’ delicious,” you murmur, feeling your stomach churn again. Maybe you should’ve had more shots. 

Tengen’s smile drops and he encases your hands in his, secure and safe. “Are you second guessing this? It’s okay if you are. This is your first time having sex on camera, right?” He wraps his big, beefy arms around you, encasing you in them. You press yourself against him, feeling safe the instant your body is meshed with his. “Yeah, but it’s with you guys! I should be so excited!” 

You’re the one who came up with the idea in the first place! One, because you were curious and two, to spice up your sex life. While sex with the foursome is always a blast, it enticed you to have sex in front of their dozens of adoring, paying fans, especially once you learned that they were all interested in meeting you.

While it excited you before, now? All it does is fill you with dread. Tengen stares you down with that damn eye, seeming to know all of your thoughts. “Does this have anything to do with the audience or something more…personal?” 

He says the word very carefully, making you understand exactly what he means. You hide your face in his chest though you keep some space to avoid ruining your makeup. “It’s both,” you admit. “I’m sorry, Ten. I know you don’t like me talking about my body so poorly, but—“ 

“Stop,” he firmly says. His voice dips an octave, becoming steely and authoritative. It sends shivers up and down your spine. “Don’t say anything more. Your body is perfect, darlin’, just the way it is. Don’t feel any type of way about it just because the girls are smaller. It makes no difference.” You crack a smile, touched by his sweet words. “And if nobody likes it, they can log the fuck off. But that won’t happen.” 

He takes your chin between his big hand and multi-colored nails. “Not with a girl as hot as you cumming on camera.” Sparks as hot as burning rods shoot through you, your arousal growing now. “So no more doubting yourself, got it?” he asks. “Don’t make me punish you before we’ve even had a chance to get online.” 

SMACK!

He takes his other hand and gives you an open-palmed smack on the ass, emitting a soft gasp from you and a tingle in your clit. “Yes, Daddy,” you giggle, suddenly giddy and ready to start the cyber sex session. He grins down at you, pressing a chaste kiss to your nose. “Thaaat’s my good girl,” he draws. “Now let’s introduce your sexy ass to your new fans!” He then takes your hand in his and waltzes you back into the bedroom where you are met with a pleasant surprise. 

Your girls have already started their entertainment session for the audience: Hinatsuru and Suma teasing Makio in front of the screen, her creamy thighs spread open and her lace panties discarded, showing off her puffy, pink pussy drizzling with wetness and teased by Hinatsuru’s fingers. Suma has one of Makio’s pink nipples in her mouth while her hand fondles the other, Makio’s babydoll pried open to reveal both of her tits to the screen. 

When you walk in with Tengen, Hinatsuru and Suma turn their heads to each give you giddy smiles. Poor Makio is too busy facing the wickedness of the fingers on her pussy and the mouth on her nipple to notice, sweet moans and whimpers leaving her lips. “Oh, look!” Tengen laughs, wrapping an arm around your pudgy waist. “They already started. Little sluts couldn’t wait to start.” 

“We’re sorry, Daddy,” Hinatsuru apologizes, still rubbing away at Makio’s clit, earning dozens of likes on the stream. “We were just getting ourselves warmed up for you and Y/N. We still have plenty of time, don’t we, Makio?” She plunges a finger inside of Makio, emitting a long, high-pitched whine from her open lips. The very sound makes you wet, pushing the fabric to your panties up against your pussy lips. 

Tengen leads you over to the bed and smacks Hinatsuru, making her shoo the girls over to make room for you and him. The girls pause from teasing Makio to make you comfortable, placing you in the middle of the mattress before Tengen scoops you into his lap. From behind you, Hinatsuru sucks Makio’s juices off of her fingers as Suma playfully bites at Makio’s nipple, earning a pillow whack in the face.

 Tengen squeezes an arm securely around your waist as he places himself and you in frame. Suddenly, you are facing his entire world with the left side bar exploding with comments like rapidfire. “Attention, bitches, bros, and nonbinary hoes!” Tengen boasts. “This here is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N.” He presses a kiss to your cheek before his juicy lips trail down your neck. “Introduce yourself to the audience, honey,” he coos in your ear. 

Despite his honeyed kisses and the scent of your girlfriends’ perfume clouding your senses, you manage to speak: “Hi, everyone,” you shyly say. “It’s so nice to finally meet all of you.” You stare at yourself–such a pretty girl–on the screen, smiling wider as the comments grow more positive, gushing over how pretty you are. “Awww, they like you!” Suma coos, crooning over your neck to get a look. “See? We told you they would!” 

“And they’re gonna love her even more after we get this off,” Tengen sultry remarks, playing with the tie holding together your babydoll. “Actually, I think it’s time we all get naked, hm?” He turns to the girls–his girls–one by one, giving them each a smirk filled with promises of what will follow later. The baby dolls fall off, revealing each of your naked bodies to Tengen and his joyful, aroused audience watching from behind their computers and phones. 

Though the bodies of his three wives are gorgeous, Tengen’s eye is planted firmly on yours, his beautiful girlfriend. He runs his hands down your sides blessed with extra curves that translate to love handles and roles hotter than the ones out of the oven. Your titties hang like overripe fruit on a tree and your thick thighs encase the sobbing, wet pussy that he so desperately wants to see, touch, taste, and feel. And your ass…the damn thing could stop traffic! “Fuckin’ perfect,” he groans. “How did I ever get this lucky to have four such sexy girls?” 

While his wives begin coating him in kisses–his neck, his broad shoulders, his back muscles–, he scoops you up into his lap again with your back pressed against his front. A soft gasp leaves your lips as you suddenly face yourself on the screen, totally naked and open-mouthed as Tengen’s lips caress your neck. His big hands cup your tits in his hands, massaging and rolling them around in a way that has your head swimming.

Despite how big they are, your soft pair of breasts fit so perfectly in his calloused palms, his thick fingers tweaking and pulling on your nipples. “Look at these,” he softly growls, giving the laptop a searing look. “These are mine.” 

Before you can even blink, he forces you to turn around to face him, your back to the camera.

SMACK!

His hand comes down across your ass, the sound of it connecting with one of your cheeks ricocheting across the bedroom. “See this?” he chuckles, seeing something you can’t. “These are mine!” Ping-ping-ping! The sound of many likes and loves fill the air, signaling more upvotes and views for your camboy and his camgirls. 

You turn around to face the screen, gawking at the hearts popping up all over the left side of the screen. “See all those hearts?” Tengen asks, his voice like smooth butter, breathless and lust-filled. “They’re all for you, baby. All because of this body.” He takes two handfuls of your ass and spreads it open for the camera, gripping each cheek and emitting a moan from your lips. He captures your open mouth in a passionate, possessive kiss, his tongue swirling with yours. 

“No fair,” Suma whines, pecking Tengen on the arm. “I want kisses too!” Hinatsuru crawls over to you, running her hands over your sides. “Me too,” she softly whispers, pecking your neck. “Don’t leave us out.” Tengen chuckles as he pulls away from your shared feverish kiss, grinning at the needy women surrounding him, his eye filled with adoration. “Now how could Daddy forget about his other baby girls?” he coos. 

He moves you off of his lap and shares kisses with each of his wives, all of them filled with the same passion, adoration, and feral kind of lust that he shared with you. You always get so wet seeing them together and now, you feel yourself becoming soaked, your body tingling with need for more. That need only grows when Tengen’s lips find yours again and he lays you down on the satin bed sheets. The girls join in, coating your body in kisses, from your neck to your stomach to your thighs. 

You are practically teeming with need and desperation, especially when they bring the toys out (with lube, of course). The girls are way too eager to toy with you while Tengen watches on, his big hand palming himself through his satin slacks. Makio and Hinatsuru clip nipple clamps on you, teasingly tweaking and pulling on your nipples to make them extra sensitive.

Tengen’s eyes grow big when finally Suma bends you over for him moments later, your body trembling from the pinching of the clamps around your nipples. “That’s our good girl,” he coos as Suma runs a butt plug around the rim of your asshole. “You should see how cute you look right now, darlin’.” 

“So cute,” Suma parrots, salivating as she watches herself swirl the lube-coated plug around your hole coated in lube. She then leans in and replaces the plug with her tongue, using the tip to wet the tight hole in her saliva.

“Oh!” you moan, fisting the sheets below you. Suddenly, you do not care about the audience anymore. They don’t matter. All that matters is the pleasure you are feeling as Suma tears her tongue away from you and finally slides the plug inside of your ass. 

“Oh, it vibrates too!” Tengen chuckles as Makio presents him with a remote. “We’re gonna have fun with her, aren’t we?” 

The “fun” presumes moments later when your big, beautiful, and flashy boyfriend lies back against the pillows and allows you to sit on his handsome face while his sinful tongue goes to work on your pussy. You once teased Tengen about being a much, but the man would change his middle name to such with the way he proudly tongue fucks your cunt as if it is about to go out of commission soon. The laptop is propped up on an ottoman at the foot of the bed, giving your audience the perfect view of their favorite camboy slurping down your honey and sucking on your pretty, puffy pussy lips while his tongue rolls around your clit. 

The camera also catches his wives each sharing his big, beautiful, throbbing cock and bulbous, pink head dripping in pre-cum and pierced with a silver hoop where a ruby dangles from it. Hinatsuru playfully sucks on this while Suma and Makio share his heavy balls holding loads of cum for all of you. With how big and long Tengen is, there is plenty of dick to go around. One would think that the girls are starved for his cum with the way they greedily suck, slurp, and lick at his cock, needy, breathy moans and sighs leaving their lips as they do. 

“Come on, Suma!” Makio groans, frustrated and impatient. “Stop hoggin’ him up! You’re not the only one here!” 

“I’m sorry!” Suma whines. “He just tastes so good!” 

“Now, now, ladies,” Hinatsuru giggles, stopping from sucking on Tengen’s head to speak. “Don’t bicker too much. We’re here to make our husband feel good…and our girl too, of course.” She laughs again, watching you sit on top of her husband’s face. “But I think Tengen-sama is doing a perfect job at that.” 

You concur, your sweet, loud moans filling the air scented with lube and sex. You toss your head back and shamelessly ride Tengen’s face, calling his name out for all who will hear. “Oh, fuck, Uzui!” you shout, tingles of pleasure zipping throughout your body. “Please, Daddy, go faster! I’m so close!” The butt plug still vibrating away in your ass makes your orgasm want to come faster than usual like a speeding train. 

Tengen moans out “Uh-huh” between your thighs, practically smothering himself as he grips your ass and plunges his tongue deeper, licking you from the inside out. With everything the girls do on their end, it translates to how fast Tengen eats your pussy as if the more his wives suck his cock, the deeper his tongue goes, pushing you closer to the edge. 

“Go ahead, pretty girl,” Hinatsuru coos, pulling herself away from Tengen’s cock, her mouth coated in spit and saliva. “You can have a taste of him too. We’ll be happy just sucking him right here.” She moves down to share his heavy balls with Makio and Suma, sucking on the foreskin and trailing her tongue along them just like he enjoys. 

You oblige and lean down to suck Tengen’s cock now, pressing your tits against his abs and continuing to grind your pussy against his mouth. His cock is already wet with the wives’ spit, making it easier to stroke and suck on him as much as you want and can possibly take. You decide you want to take it all and slowly sink your mouth down onto his throbbing cock, encasing him in your wet throat. Tengen’s body tenses and he groans into your pussy, sending vibrations up through your hole that make your core tighten with the incoming of an intense orgasm. Suddenly, you feel the vibrations in your ass increase, almost as if someone has turned up the setting. With a moan of surprise, you tear your mouth off of Tengen and search for the culprit. 

You find that they come in three: Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru sit by Tengen’s feet, toying with the remote to your plug, hyper fixated on your reaction to each tiny amp. “Don’t stop now, cutie,” Suma says with a playful pout. “You were doing so well!” 

“You wanna make him and the audience happy, don’t you?” Makio asks, smirking at the spit dripping from your lips and the flush in your face. “Then make our Daddy cum for you.” 

Tengen must hear her order to you despite your thick, soft thighs cushioning his ears like earmuffs. Suddenly, his body lurches underneath you and you instinctively get off of him, thinking he can’t breathe. You quickly scramble onto the bed as he rises from the sheets as if he was brought back from the head, his face glistening in your juices. Your body heats with embarrassment. “I’m all over your face,” you whimper. 

“And I’m fuckin’ keepin’ it there,” Tengen growls. You don’t argue due to the feral aura radiating off of him in waves, from the tension in his jaw right down to the bobbing of his throbbing, hard cock. “Now do me a favor and bend over so our lovely viewers can see you take this dick.” His dirty words hit you like tranquilizer darts, making it almost difficult to move because you’re so paralyzed with lust. 

You go to position yourself on all fours as he wants, but he stops you short. “Not yet.” He points at Suma, motioning for her to lie on her back on the bed. She giggles and obliges without protest or question, giddily lying down on the sheets. “Get on top of her,” Tengen orders you. “I want her to taste us while I fuck you.” The idea of little Suma licking you both while he plunges his cock in and out of you is enough to make you cum all over yourself before he’s even inside of you. 

“And you two cuties,” he says, pointing at Hinatsuru and Makio. “Bend over for me. I’ve got my hands free.” He wiggles his painted nails at them, giving them a lustful, wolfish grin. Giddily, the two wives bend over just as you do over Suma, your pussy hovering over her face as Tengen kneels behind you, one foot on the bed as his cock plap-plap-plaps against your soaked, sensitive lips. “Ready to take all of me, sugar?” he whispers. 

You slowly turn your head to the laptop, facing the dozens of faceless people watching you. “Yes, Daddy,” you answer, staring dead at the screen. “I’m ready. I need you to fuck me no–” 

Tengen evilly cuts off your sweet begging by gripping your hips and plunging himself inside of you. You react with a long, loud moan trapped inside of you as you feel him stretching you out in the best possible way, your clit reaching pleasures and stimulations that it so desires.

Tengen grins at you squirming around his cock as he begins slowly rocking hips inside of you, biting his lip at the feeling of Suma’s tongue tickling his balls. “Sorry, honey,” he chuckles, “but I couldn’t wait. You just looked too damn good…not to mention this fuckin’ ass.” 

SPANK!

He gives your ass a swat, the sound carrying throughout the room, and he damn near explodes when your asscheeks jiggle and recoil from his assault with the silver plug settled deep in your hole. “You should wear plugs more often,” he groans. “Maybe I should fuck you here too.” 

He begins to piston himself deeper inside of you, giving you long, slow, deep dicking while he uses his fingers to rub Hinatsuru and Makio’s pussies on either side of you. Their wanton moans and lewd whimpers fill your ears as Suma licks and sucks away at your pussy beneath you, sloppily drinking down whatever she can as Tengen strokes your insides with his cock. You can feel your body trembling and your fingers digging into the sheets as you start to drip, no doubt filling Suma’s mouth and soaking Tengen’s cock. “Ah, fuck, Daddy!” you moan. “Please! Faster!” 

Your boyfriend stares down at you in pleasant surprise, giving the camera a wink and a blinding grin. “Faster?” he parrots. “So my baby wants to be fucked fast and rough, huh?” With his hands still occupied, he begins to thrust his hips back and forth, back and forth, at a fast, rough pace that makes you see stars. Yes!” you sob. “Please, Daddy, fuck me faster!” 

Tengen does just that, as talented and skillful as he is, not even having to hold you still to fuck you into the bed. “Do my other babies want it fast and rough too?” he coos, staring at the pretty asses of his two wives on either side of you. He laughs at their whimpers of agreement, his fingers sinking into their sopping, wet pussies, causing him to hiss in arousal as they clench around him. “Suma, baby, I know you can work well with my thigh, can’t ya?” 

Suma obliges, lifting her hips to grind her pussy against Tengen’s thick, naked thigh. “Mmm-hmm!” she moans into your pussy…or is it against Tengen’s balls? You can’t tell anymore, but you can sure as hell feel everything. All of her moans create vibrations throughout your pussy, only stimulating you further along with Tengen’s cock setting every inch of you on fire. No longer are you the shy girl who was afraid of being on camera in her bra and panties. 

Now, you are a total cock slut desperate for more, tossing her ass back in an effort to receive more pleasure, your tits and stomach jiggle as you do so. You are unafraid of your love handles, rolls, tiger stripes, and cellulite. You don’t care, not when you’re with four of the hottest people you’ve ever seen in your life. “Fucking me back, huh?” Tengen comments. He breathlessly laughs, the sound making you wetter than a puddle. “How flashy of you, baby. You’re so desperate for my cum.” 

He gives it right back to you, thrusting harder, faster, rougher, causing his earrings to jingle and his fingers to plunge inside of Hinatsuru and Makio at a pace that makes them even louder than before. 

You can tell they’re both close from the way their bodies are shaking, asses in the air and faces down in the pillow. You’re sure than Suma is close too judging by how sloppy her licking has gotten below you. “Y-Yeah!” you stammer. “Fuck yes, Uzui, I’m gonna cum!” 

You can feel it rising inside of you, an intense orgasm cresting as the morning sun would the skyline. Now is your favorite part: when Tengen absolutely loses himself and becomes a total unrelenting fucking machine. “Yeah, you’re gonna cum?” he asks, raising his voice so it can carry to the laptop. You frantically nod, your moans reaching new heights in volume the more you peak. “Do it then. All of you fuckin’ cum for me now.” 

It’s impossible not to! With the way Tengen’s heavy, cum-filled balls are slapping against your clit and Suma’s tongue caresses your pussy in time with the vibrations from the butt plug, you are guaranteed to burst. And you do. With a loud swear that comes out in a moan that could break glass, you cum all down Tengen’s thick cock and soak him as you do Suma’s soft, wet mouth.

“Thaaat’s my good girl,” Tengen encourages. “Keep it goin’, baby. Keep cummin’ for me.” He doesn’t stop dicking you down as you cum, drawing your orgasm out in a way that is both euphoric and agonizing. 

Hinatsuru and Makio cum shortly after, soaking Tengen’s thick digits in their honey. Suma does the same thing with his thigh, cumming with a wanton, needy whimper and a shudder as her pussy leaks all over his leg. As you all come down from your orgasmic highs, Tengen slowly comes to a pause and pulls his still hard, soaked cock out of you. You hear the rhythmic, wet sounds of him stroking himself and you know what is coming next. “Now lemme give all of you a taste. On your knees for me.” 

You and his three wives come together on your knees in a line, your pretty faces tilted up to look up at your handsome, beautiful man stroking his beautiful, big cock for you to taste. His face is flushed pink and his body is tense with need, each vein in his muscles popping. With a loud moan of “fuck” and more strings of orgasmic, porn-worthy moans dripping like honey from his lips, Tengen finally shoots his load, much to the enjoyment of you, his wives, and his audience. 

You close your eyes as you feel the wet droplets of his spunk splash onto your tits, stomach, and face, making you feel sticky and wet. Judging from the way his wives giggle softly, you suspect that they caught the same thing. Tengen has always been a messy cummer. Luckily, he didn’t get any near your eyes, so you’re free to open them despite your ruined makeup. Tengen sticks a thumb up to wipe a drop of cum from your lips, his eye flaring with lust at the sight. “Guess we need to clean you up now.” 

The wives are way ahead of him. Together, they coax you to lay down on your back once more, all three of them surrounding you with their pretty faces coated in Tengen’s spunk. “Open wide for us, pretty girl,” Hinatsuru seductively orders. “Daddy said we need to clean you up.”

She then dips between your legs to slurp up your wet, sticky pussy, making you shudder and whimper, your hands grasping her hair as trendles and sparks of pleasure shoot through you. Makio and Suma do the same thing, each one licking you clean and kissing your thighs as they do. 

Once they finish, you are completely spent, lying on the bed in a breathless, wet, sticky mess. Tengen whistles, just as winded, his pretty body soaked in sweat that makes his skin glisten. “Damn, we made a mess!” He motions at the rumbled satin sheets soaked in your bodily fluids and lube, making for a much-needed laundry session. 

“A mess is right! I’ll get the wipes!” Makio announces, crawling to the nightstand to get the lavender-scented baby wipes you keep on standby. She also fetches some mini waters and packaged snacks that Tengen insisted on keeping up here for recording. Keeping you on your back, the four of them begin to gently dab at your face, stomach, and tits, cleaning up the mess Tengen made with his cock from your body as well as from themselves. 

Once they finish, Tengen tosses the soiled wipes away and finally lays down next to you on his side. His big frame nearly eclipses yours on your side while Hinatsuru lies on your left, her fingers stroking up and down your stomach. Makio lays beside Tengen, snuggling into his back, while Suma lays at your feet, purring like a cat. 

“Not bad, cutie pie,” Tengen chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You really outdid yourself. The audience agrees!” Despite your exhaustion, you lift your head to stare at the laptop screen. Sure enough, the hearts keep coming and the upvotes keep going up, up, up. “They love you!” Suma giggles. “That’s more views than we’ve ever gotten!” 

You feel a proud yet tired smile stretch across your lips as Tengen rises from your side. “We’ll have to celebrate later, but first…” He grabs the laptop and turns the screen onto you, giving everyone a view of your gorgeous, naked body and the afterglow you are lying in. “Until next time, ya hornies. Say bye to our lovely fans, gorgeous.” 

You squint into the blue light of the laptop and give everyone a finger waggle, the anticipation for next time burning inside of you. “Until next time,” you giggle. “I can’t wait to do this all again.” 

THE END

[grandapplewit]

Harem AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates into one of Bingge’s wives shortly after he returns from the other world. After a brief (and frantic) realization that’s she’s a woman (and always has been, but we’re not getting into that right now), she delves deep into this harem drama she’s been thrust into. It’s not until she comes face to face with Luo Bingge that she realizes just WHICH harem drama she’s living, and immediately sets about making his life as good as she can manage. Oh, harem infighting is causing strain on his containers? Simply nudge Liu Mingyan and Sha Hualing into working together to manage the harem. The Northern Desert is hinging on disaster because of clerical neglect? One of her harem sisters has a brother who’s in need of a job, no stress. Luo Binghe’s kids are unruly and there’s no clear successor? She has a college degree and a little sister, teaching a dozen or so demonic children is a breeze! All in the name of giving Luo Binghe the time to find a new wife, of course, one who will disperse with the need for this sprawling harem, and once that happens she’s free to travel and document monsters to her hearts content.

[hazyange1s]

a house is not a home.

Summary: sebastian despises his uncle’s cottage and the unwelcome inhabitants that haunt it. weighed down by grief and self-hatred after his twin’s recent death, he begins to push away the one person he loves most.

the thing about a home, though: it’s not where you live, but wherever your heart lies.

Warnings: depictions of grief, post-traumatic stress, and depression, mentions (memories) of blood and death, and “fade to black” implied sexual content.

Rating: M

Tags: post-hogwarts, slight codependency, domesticity, established relationship, angst (lots of angst) with a happy ending (because I need to heal myself ok), hurt/comfort, unnamed mc (she/her pronouns), Sebastian’s pov, makeup sex, past character death — Anne haunts the narrative.

insp: ‘curses’ by the crane wives!!

*if you prefer to read on ao3

Red — it’s everywhere. Blinding him, pouring from his wounds, coating his hands.

Then green; a sickly, sinister, Slytherin shade like poison. It streaks across his vision, wraps around his wrists in shining bands, then pulls him down, down, down…

Way beneath the dirt, where they already lie. They’ve been waiting for him. Together, the skeletal hands drag him under with them until he chokes on his own bile and the musty soil, until he’s certain that Death has taken him, too.

Just when he takes his last breath to be wasted on a scream, he wakes.

Sweat coats every limb. He thinks that’s why his face is wet, too, but no — those are tears, he can taste the salt on his tongue as he draws in a haggard breath.

It’s such a relief to breathe again.

Swiping a damp sleeve across his brow, Sebastian lets the air out in a rush, glancing at the peaceful shape of her sprawled out beside him. In contrast, her breaths are slow, even, punctuated by soft little snores that bring a hint of a smile to his chapped lips.

You’re safe. You’re alive. It’s over, now.

(Is it, though?)

As if she can somehow sense his turmoil, she stirs, eyes cracking open before she blinks up at him with a bleary stare.

“Seb?” Her voice is hoarse with sleep. “Is everything alright?”

No. Things haven’t been alright for a long, long time.

He goes with, “Of course, love. I’m fine, just…go back to sleep,” instead.

Too tired to argue, she lets out a contented sigh and snuggles back under the covers. Sebastian almost shakes her awake again, almost crawls into her arms so she can hold him and comfort him; a familiar routine they’d started in fifth year when the nightmares had started for them both.

Except the very idea of her hands on his skin make his stomach twist into a Gordian knot. They’d remind him too much of the pairs in his dreams — which is probably why their bed has felt more like a graveyard than a sanctuary in the past weeks.

He’s careful not to disturb her as he slips out of the bed. It’s his; the same one he’d slept in since he was seven years old, just Transfigured to fit two people now, when before he and Anne had to pack themselves in like canned sardines to fit.

He got to rest beside someone every night now, while she lay alone in her coffin.

The thought propels him towards the kitchen sink. He folds himself over it, hands braced on the porcelain, and empties the remnants of his dinner into the basin until there’s nothing left. When it’s over, he rinses his mouth and splashes icy water on his clammy cheeks before sinking to the ground, back against the cabinets.

His hands are shaking. Sebastian looks down, counts his fingers.

One. Two. Three. I’m awake. I’m not dreaming.

For the briefest moment, he imagines them stained with red, and starts to feel a little green all over again.

——

The sky is a dingy gray on a late summer afternoon when he finally musters up the courage to enter the garden.

Back in the day, Anne had loved tending to the flora curling around the cottage’s stone façade and the tiny vegetable patch tucked behind it. It had provided a measure of solace when she’d been unable to return to school; trapped in the village with nobody but Solomon, the neighbors, and those blasted plants as company, but ever since it had suffered without her caring touch.

Sebastian doesn’t have the same green thumb, just a lot of determination to fix the eyesore it had become, a wide array of gardening tools (half of them he could hardly remember what they were for — he’d dropped Herbology in sixth year), and too much time on his hands until autumn arrived and he began his Cursebreaker training.

So, every day for the last month, he’s toiled beneath the sun and clouds to restore it to what it used to be…or at least, to some semblance of its former glory.

Perhaps once he removes the weeds, it’ll be a step towards removing all the other unwanted, invasive species that seem to be clinging to the stone.

Distant thunder rumbles as he trims the ivy along the tresses. It electrifies his skin, makes it itch and tingle — or perhaps it’s simply the nettles that have invaded every spare patch of real estate on the ground. By the time the first raindrop lands, cool and soothing on his nose, he’s moved on to pruning the heather.

Soft footsteps disturb the moist earth, barely audible amidst a crack of lightning from over the hill.

“Thirsty?” She stops at his side, handing Sebastian a cool glass of pumpkin juice that nearly slips from his fingers; dripping with condensation. Without so much as a glance her way, he takes a long, greedy swig.

“Thanks,” he mumbles. “Shouldn’t you be leaving for London soon?”

“I think Natty can handle picking up a birthday cake without my help,” she says wryly.

Her skirts rustle, dragging in the mud as she crouches down to admire his handiwork. Currently, he’s making an attempt to clear the old vegetable patch out so they can plant new seeds, but some of those stubborn weeds refuse to budge. His efforts show in the streaks of soil painting his corded forearms and the beads of sweat adorning his brow.

“It seems the great Sebastian Sallow has finally met his match: weeds.” She snorts. “You know, using magic might make this go a bit faster.”

He shakes his head, grunting out a half-hearted reply, “No. No magic. This needs to be done right.”

“Alright, then. Knock yourself out.”

When he doesn’t respond, she sighs and stands back up. He can feel the trepidation radiating off of her, since she hadn’t been able to hide a single thing from him in years — he deciphers every tone, sound, and mood as easily as reading an open book.

He isn’t a fool. He knows he’s been distant, knows he’s pushing her away, and yet something in him is powerless to stop it; as if watching himself from outside of his own body.

She’s too… good. Too loyal. Too devoted. So much so that she hadn’t left his side since the day Anne had passed; always ready to lend an ear or hand or shoulder to cry on. And Sebastian can no longer bear to accept any of it when he also knows she could do far better than someone who can’t win a fight against a bunch of stubborn plants and waters them with his own tears.

The silence stretches on for so long that he jumps when she speaks again. “If you’re coming with me, you should get cleaned up soon. I’ll run you a bath, if you’d like, and —“

“Not going.”

“What?” Her brow furrows. He doesn’t see it, but he knows. “Why not?”

“As you can see, I’m a bit busy.”

A hiss slips between his teeth when he nicks his finger on the garden shears. Sucking the sore digit into his mouth, he abandons the vegetables in favor of a simpler task: clipping the ferns obscuring a fading, mossy headstone.

He doesn’t let himself look at the writing crudely carved into it.

Somehow, she’s still there, and the twinge of irritation in her voice is both grating and completely justified. “Come on, Sebastian; it’s Garreth’s birthday. Can’t you just…put on a smile for two hours and eat some cake with me?”

“Not hungry.”

Breakfast had gone untouched that morning, though she’d made his favorite (bacon, fried eggs, toast with far too much blackberry jam to be healthy, and coffee with extra sugar), and his stomach grumbles a reminder loud enough to rival the next clap of thunder.

Any semblance of an appetite disappears completely when he trims away a fan of ferns covering up the winged angel watching over his uncle’s grave. A raindrop lands on its stone cheek and trickles down.

It’s only the rain that wets his eyes, he tells himself.

“Seb…”

Her voice becomes gentler, placating, before she rests a hand on his shoulder that he shakes off.

Not an ounce of him has earned her comfort. Not when he’s now scrubbing the mold from a gravestone that he himself hadn’t been there to erect, and six feet beneath his dirty feet are the bones of Solomon Sallow, already being devoured by the earth.

Anne is buried beside their parents back home — a small mercy.

Still, she tries again: “Please, take a break and come with me. Everybody’s been wondering why you haven’t come around — Poppy asks about you in every letter, and Ominis misses you, even if he won’t admit it — ”

“They’ll all be better off without me,” he grunts.

Everyone is better off without him. Look what happens when he’s around.

Pain. Chaos.

Death.

“That’s not true,” she insists.

When he doesn’t turn around or acknowledge her, she makes an impatient huff, grabbing both of his shoulders and forcing him to meet her eyes for the first time in days.

“Don’t make me make you. I’m not above kidnapping when it’s for the greater good.”

Her attempt at humor doesn’t land with him.

Those wide eyes plead with him silently. They beg him to emerge from the hiding place he'd carefully crafted within himself, to laugh at her poor joke, to show her any sign that the Sebastian she knew is still in there, somewhere.

She’s one of the few people he truly never wanted to let down, and here he is. There’s a crease between her brows that wasn’t there before: more physical proof of his failings.

Sebastian snaps. “For Merlin’s sake, would you just let it go already? I said I’m not going, and that’s final, so quit being such a bloody nag and leave me the hell alone!”

Her hand falls from his shoulder. Lashes fluttering to keep her brimming tears at bay, she nods solemnly and turns back towards the cottage, her absence allowing a cold front to rush in and chill him to the bone.

“Fine. Waste away here for all I care — I’ll tell everyone you say, ‘hello’.”

Before he can swallow what remains of his pride and apologize, he hears the cottage door slamming shut behind her.

If only the earth could swallow him up, too.

——

That night, he sleeps alone for the first time in years.

The next is just as lonely.

As is the next.

At first, Sebastian tells himself that this is what he wanted all along. What he’s earned. How could he expect her to stick around forever when all he’d been doing lately was chasing her away? But eventually he realizes that it was she who had filled the house with light again where it had been dark for so long. Without her, the fire doesn’t burn as brightly, and the shadows elongate, reaching, grabbing, yanking him back under —

He can’t sleep in the bed alone, so he curls up by the ashy hearth and prays its enchanted flames can keep away ghosts.

No such luck.

They whisper to him as he sleeps, waking him at odd intervals until the neighbors’ crow signals the arrival of dawn. Each and every night, they return to follow him throughout the day as he works in the garden, dusts off the old knickknacks scattered about or tucked away in chests, replaces the creaky floorboard his uncle never bothered with.

There’s little explanation for her disappearance. She sends an owl the day after Garreth’s birthday, telling Sebastian that she’ll be staying with Natty in London for the time being, as it’s much closer to the Ministry, anyway.

But he’s wise enough to know the commute isn’t what’s keeping her there; away from him.

As the days blend together and the heat starts to wane, Sebastian has yet to finish his project in the garden. He can’t bring himself to — every time he so much as glances at that headstone, an urge to smash it to pieces makes his bones rattle. Anne’s clothes remain gathering dust in her old trunk, and the photo album on the shelf has long since begun to yellow.

When the trees outside begin to take on the same hue, she returns.

He looks up from the book balanced in his lap when the air around him seems to stir, shift, heralding a sharp crack coming from just beyond the front door. The tea he made out of habit sits untouched on the dining table, and its cup rattles in the saucer as that door creaks open.

She blusters in, the wind sneaking in from outside tinged with autumn’s warning bite. Pausing to wipe her boots on the mat, she meets his stare, though hers is measured. Guarded.

Sebastian licks his fingers and dog-ears the page before the book, too, is abandoned.

“You’re back,” he cannot even attempt to disguise his relief.

“I’m only picking up a few things,” is all she says. Then, eyes flicking away, she walks behind the curtain into their makeshift “bedroom” and snatches a cloak from the armoire without sparing him another glance.

Panic powers his heart. It thuds erratically against the cage of his ribs, pouring adrenaline into his blood.

This is it, then. She’s really leaving for good — surprised it took her this long.

He calls her name, his voice hoarse and crackling like the meager fire beside him, but it goes unanswered.

Standing up from his chair, Sebastian crosses the room to lean against the wall — a healthy distance away, just in case she’s still furious at him. Still, she ignores him, reaching into the potions cabinet before thinking better of it.

“You’re running low on Calming Draughts. I’ll tell Garreth to send you some more,” she mutters.

Even now, she’s taking care of him.

“Been spending a lot of time with him lately, have you?”

The accusation is flying out before he can school his tongue. He hates how it makes him sound; like some jealous, pathetic, whiny little boy, upset that his favorite toy was taken away from him. Because he knew better. He knows she belongs to nothing and no one but herself, never to be a possession. She’s so much more than that; always has been, but from that very first day of his fifth year, they’d belonged to each other.

She was his, and he was hers.

Nothing more to it.

Now that she’s virtually all that remains of Sebastian’s old life — the only one who hadn’t died or started to drift away or abandoned him — the thought of losing her cuts deeper than any physical wound ever could.

Though her reply leaves a decent sized one, too: “Yes, I have. Is there a problem?”

Part of him wants to get angry; accuse her of things he knows in his heart of hearts that she would never do, find somebody to blame besides the real culprit.

(Himself.)

“Is there a problem?” He scoffs. “Other than you hanging around your old flame after leaving for weeks without a real explanation? Why ever would that be a problem?”

“No. We’re not doing this, Sebastian,” she turns to face him, finally, and he notices the violet painted beneath her eyes — the same color smudged around his.

“Doing what? Having an adult conversation about this?” His cheeks start to heat.

“Oh, now you want to talk?”

She laughs, but it’s cold; nothing like the usual bell-like sound he once made great strides to coax from her. Sebastian realizes he’s been hearing it less and less the past few months, and starts to mourn that, too.

“Of course I want —“

“I’ve been trying to get an honest conversation out of you for months. And now, only when you finally realize how horrible things have gotten, you want to try and fix it? Because you’re jealous?” She shakes her head, never one to mince words.

“That’s not it. I’ve sent you owl after owl; asking when you’d be back, trying to apologize —“

“Only you never did apologize!” Finally, she explodes, her eyes flashing with a righteous anger he recognizes all too well. “Gods, I can’t take this anymore, Sebastian. I feel like I’m fucking suffocating here with you! Day in and day out you only get more miserable, and I can’t even breathe for fear of making it worse!”

The truth does really, truly, hurt. In his head it’s one thing, but from her mouth, it’s entirely another.

Predictably, he lashes out against it, though it scrapes up his throat to say, “I’m sorry, alright? Is that what you wanted to hear? My sincerest apologies for being such a pathetic excuse for a wizard!”

”You’re such a prick sometimes. Would it kill you not to be sarcastic for one minute while I’m trying to speak to you?”

”Don’t know. It might. But I’m sure you’d like to find out, wouldn’t you?”

”What does that mean?”

”You’re leaving me, right?” Sebastian’s voice wavers. Or it could just be the world beneath his feet, which is also making his knees unsteady. “You’re ending this.”

Avoiding the obvious no longer suits him. He needs to hear it out loud to make it feel real, because it doesn’t; it’s so similar to one of his frequent night terrors that it could very well be one.

She hesitates. That brief pause is a beautiful, terrible thing, as it grants Sebastian a kernel of hope — which sputters with her answer.

“Not…forever. Not yet. But I do need some time to figure out what I need right now.”

Every muscle freezes, every nerve shuts off. He goes completely numb. At least she isn’t abandoning him for good (yet), he thinks, though it’s a small consolation when he knows they are hanging on by the thinnest of threads.

His useless mouth gives no reply, and she turns away, resuming her packing.

Sebastian, somehow, forces his body to cooperate, the first sound he makes nothing but a broken iteration of her name. It slips out again when she pretends not to hear it — though he knows she does, because she flinches, and her shoulders jerk with the first silent sobs as she grips the armoire white-knuckled.

“Please,” he swallows, moistening his sandpaper tongue, and tries again. “Please, don’t leave. I am so, so fucking sorry — I never meant to cause you pain; I just…I’ve been through a lot these past few years, and I know I shouldn’t take it out on you —“

”So have I, Sebastian!” She whips around, eyes flashing red.

That glimmer of unearthly power, which has cost her so dearly, is a stark reminder of how right she was: she’d been to hell and back while managing to keep him earthbound.

Her lower lip quivers, rosy cheeks glistening with trails of tears.

“I know you’ve lost so much in so short a time. I understand that better than anyone. But I’m still trying to move forward, trying to be there for you — keeping it together so that one of us isn’t falling apart; while you treat me as if I’m nothing but a chore.”

“I…”

How could he never have known she felt this way? He was aware that his callousness affected her, but…she had always been the more solid of the two of them. Things that bothered him rolled right off of the armor on her shoulders, and most times you would never know you’d hurt her until the lid on her temperance popped.

For a while now, she’d held it all in for his sake. And he hadn’t even noticed, hadn’t even cared — not in the way she deserved.

“You’re right. I’ve been…awful. There’s no excuse. I’m sorry,” he hangs his head, defeated.

“Yes, you have!”

”You don’t deserve any of it.”

”No, I don’t.”

He braces himself for her next blow. Waits for her to finish gathering her things and walk out that door for the last time.

Instead, her boots scuff against the floor as she approaches him, a long, staccato sigh almost close enough to ruffle the hair on his forehead.

“Is the person I met gone?” She says, her voice softer now, weakening. “Is this who you are now? Do you even…do you even love me anymore?”

That she had to ask such a question was nearly laughable. Practically from the moment they’d met, she’d been his laughter, his drive, his rock; most of his damned reason for continuing to exist in such an unforgivable world. Yet there she stood, believing she meant nothing at all.

It would become one of his deepest regrets. After emassing so, so many of them, Sebastian could not let this one haunt him, too.

“Of course I do.” He erases the distance between them, hands framing her face as if she’s something precious (and she is). “I may be rubbish at showing it lately, but I have never stopped loving you. I’m not sure that’s even possible.”

She was motionless when he first touched her, but now she tilts her head just slightly into his palm, shimmering eyes staring unflinchingly into his.

“That boy you met in fifth year is still here. Changed, yes, but not gone. I’m still the man who loves you, who would do anything for you — including admit he’s been a terrible partner and vow to make it up to you,” he murmurs.

“Seb…”

The uncertainty in her voice is plain — she doesn’t quite trust him any longer. Still, a hand covers one of his own, her voice gentler as she says, “I’ve felt so alone these past months. Longer than that, really, but since we’ve left school…it’s been unbearably lonely. It doesn’t even feel like you’re here anymore.”

Sebastian’s thumbs caress her cheeks, smearing saltwater where more tears fall. “I am. I’m here. I’m right here, sweetheart.”

To prove it, he leans in, the tip of his nose nuzzling against hers to a shaky little inhale that makes his hair stand on end. Her face tilts up, allowing their lips the softest meeting that’s no more than a whisper while the anticipation — the craving to kiss her again after weeks without her touch — slowly drives him rabid.

So he takes the initiative. Rough fingers seek the hair at the nape of her neck to tangle in, and when they find a messy chignon, he pulls the ribbon until the locks tumble free down her back.

The shine in her eyes before he kisses her, how her lips part in anticipation of meeting his…how did he ever think he’d be able to survive without this?

“Darling,” he sighs into her mouth. “I’ve missed you…”

If the way she opens up to him, like a flower in bloom, is any indication, she’s missed him too. Her reply comes in the form of grabby hands fisting in the front of his linen shirt and teeth that catch his bottom lip, drawing him nearer, injecting pure heat into his bloodstream.

And suddenly, between her warmth and the hearth that seems to burn brighter once more in her presence, it’s far too hot in the small cottage. Seeking relief, he pries her hands free to tear the shirt off his back before it's carelessly tossed onto the dining table. Her cloak falls to the floor in a heap; then her blouse; her shoes kicked off – he trips on one in his haste to hoist her atop the cloth-strewn table – and he’s already unbuttoning her skirt when she stops him.

Sebastian nearly whines.

“I need you know you mean it this time,” she asserts, lips already swollen from his kisses. “That things are going to change.”

“You think I’m trying to placate you with sex?”

Her pointed look screams, As if you’ve never done that before.

He sighs. Tries to remind himself of the gravity of this night (even though his aching core probably couldn’t give less of a damn), that he shouldn’t get too far ahead of himself. She needs his undivided, patient attention.

“I promise,” Sebastian kisses both cheeks, her nose, her chin, before ending up back at her lips. “This is only the first part of my apology…if you’re willing to accept it.”

A smile dimples her skin no matter how hard she tries to stifle it. To his great relief, her palms flatten over his chest, feeling the steady gallop of his heart, twisting up around his neck to draw him nearer until his thighs hit the wooden edge of the table. Her legs part to welcome him readily.

“It better be one hell of an apology.”

With a chuckle, he resumes his mission to remove her skirt with practiced efficiency. “Good thing I’ve had loads of practice.”

Despite seeing her in varying states of undress countless times, it never grew old. Having her stripped to her stockings, corset, and the lacy little style of chemise she preferred to wear now… well, it was a reminder of what he’d been taking for granted, and Sebastian intended to fully appreciate it again.

——

In the afterglow, he finds a peace he hasn’t experienced in weeks.

Sebastian’s breathing slows, heart relaxing into its regular rhythm while the sweat dries on their naked bodies. Hers is nestled into the curve of his like the missing piece of a puzzle he’d thought he’d lost.

As he lets himself melt into the mattress, boneless and satiated with his head cradled by the pillow they share, something cold and wet splashes on his nose. Sebastian’s head tips back, eyes squinting to zero in on an almost imperceptible gap in that thatched roof.

It’s easily repaired with a wave of his wand, the drop of rain wiped away, but he curses at the heavens regardless.

“You know,” he muses, drawing the witch beside him tight up against his side to brush his lips over her temple. “I think it’s high time we found a place of our own.”

“This is ours, now,” she nuzzles his cheek like a contended cat.

“But it’s not, really. It’s never been mine — this place was always Solomon’s house to me. It never felt like a…like a proper home.”

She watches him in contemplative silence, waiting for him to continue.

Sebastian takes in the cottage; the memories he lives in: the tea set in the china cabinet with a chipped cup, the nearly empty potion bottles he’d neglected to throw away after Anne no longer had need of them, the scorch mark seared into the wall from an experimental spell gone awry. His past is written here, as is his family’s, but now it feels more like ancient history.

One he’s now desperate to leave behind to make room for something new.

How can he move on and heal if he’s still clinging to scraps of a life he’ll never get back?

Before he can voice this, she snatches the words right from his lips with a kiss.

“Then…we’ll find a new one,” her whisper is full of promise. “We could get a flat in the city, or a cottage in one of the hamlets further South — you always did love Maurenweem.”

He turns this over in his head, tastes the idea, and finds it lacking. There’s something about moving into a place that had once been owned by someone else; likely inhabited by a different set of ghosts, stained by others’ memories, that doesn’t feel right. No, that won’t do at all.

“What if we build our own home instead?”

Her brows raise at the question. “Build one? I admire your ambition, Seb, but you’re a Cursebreaker — not a craftsman.”

“I’m sure with a bit of help and a little ancient magic, we would figure it out. It could be fun; we’d get to make our home exactly the way we want it, and then we would be beholden to any renters or nosy neighbors,” he reasons.

She studies him again, trying to figure out whether he was serious until a smile eventually blooms on her well-kissed mouth.

“Alright. Let’s do it. A place of our own.”

”Really? You mean it?”

“Mhmm. But we should start now; before winter comes. Oh, Merlin, there’s so much to do — we’ve got to pick a location, draw up the schematics, purchase supplies…”

Sebastian didn’t care so much for the logistics. All he hears is that she wanted this; still intends to build a life with him (a home), to stay by his side. The rest of her rambling fizzles out when he rolls on top of her, her soft giggles invigorating him like he’d just downed a glass of sparkling wine as his body settles into its rightful place between her thighs.

“We’ll start tomorrow,” he murmurs peppering kisses along her throat. “But for tonight, the only real estate I’m concerned about exploring is right here in this bed.”

——

Three months later:

As the grandfather clock (the one relic from the old house that had survived the move) tolls the midnight hour, Sebastian bids the last guests goodnight, waving to Imelda and Poppy before they Disapparate from the grassy knoll outside the cottage.

His witch is already cleaning up the remnants of the night’s festivities. The empty bottle of wine has been repurposed into a vase brimming with a spray of chrysanthemums, and glasses fly into the soap-filled sink, one narrowly missing his head when he crosses the foyer to wrap his arms around her waist.

“Happy, are we?” She grins at the gentle hum he lets out, setting down her wand on the dining table.

“I’d say we can call our first housewarming party a success,” he confirms.

After painstaking efforts that included several early renovations and more manual labor than even Sebastian had anticipated, the relief he felt at settling into their new home was staggering. For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t dread crossing the threshold — at the end of each long day at work or running errands, Sebastian longed for nothing more than the comforts of their cozy abode nestled in the Scottish lowlands, and even the nightmares had begun to fade with each night in their brand-new bed.

The ghosts would always be there, of course, just in his memory instead.

“I’m proud of you,” she reaches up to tuck away an errant lock of hair, affection shining in her luminous eyes. “I wasn’t sure about all of this at first, but…now that we’ve settled in, it just feels…right. You know? Like this is where we’re supposed to end up.”

He chuckles. “Corny of you. But I know exactly what you mean.”

Once they’re curled up in bed, her nestled in his lap with the flickering glow of a candle spilling over the rumpled sheets and the worn pages of the book Sebastian reads to her in a lulling whisper, he’s struck by the sense that he is precisely where he’s meant to be.

Gods, he never thought he’d get that feeling back.

“We’ll finish tomorrow night,” he yawns. “I’m so tired, I can hardly read the words any more.”

“Aww, but I want to know what happens! Does Pip ever return from Egypt? What about Estella? Will he ever see her again?” His witch pouts even as she allows him to drag the covers over them both.

Sebastian sighs, snuffing out the candle and settling in beside her.

“All I’ll say is…they live happily ever after.”

”You’re no fun.”

“I love you, too.”

It’s not the change of scenery or the absence of a grave in his backyard that offers the sanctuary Sebastisn’s always longed for. For a while now, he’s known the truth in his bones: that his true home wasn’t four wooden walls and a hearth — it was her strength that kept his foundation standing, and love that kept him warm.

In their sacred little corner of the world, that fire never burns out.

[miss-americanbi]

shout out to all the demons (dyslexic people) who are having the time of their lives trying to spell “ineffable” or “bureaucracy” correctly post good omens 2

[dapper-lil-arts]

Wrote a new one shot fic, about these three fancy mares!! it's called 'The Trophy Wives Club' -v-

The femmes are unionizing!!!!!

[b1mbodoll]

wonie boobs

[dollypopup]

"Penelope should have chosen Debling!"

My sister in Christ. . .he literally dumped her???

Like just before Colin Bridgerton was on his knees after outrunning her carriage to profess how he can't stop thinking about her in his love me, choose me, I'm yours speech, Debling did the Regency equivalent of calling her a floozy who would undoubtedly cheat on him when he abandoned her for several years to chase his passions (because she would never be one of said passions since she asked outright if he could ever come to care for her and he went 'hmmmm seems unlikely! good thing you have solitary hobbies to occupy you instead!') when he has been given 0 evidence of such other than realizing she liked to look out the window because she had a crush on the boy across the street. I was ready to challenge that man to a duel for Pen's honor

His feelings for her were middling at best, I mean Christ on a Pogostick, after he asked her mum for permission to propose he isn't even happy when he opens the door and Pen is there? She's looking like a snack- nay, a whole ass MEAL, and he can't even smile? He just nods at her and dips the fuck out? You don't think it would kill Penelope to know that both her sisters have husbands who absolutely adore them and she's out here with an absent dude who likely won't even write to her?

Portia's 'Love is make believe!' speech is so transparently full of shit when you realize that we've got Dankworth who is so obsessed with Prudence that he makes heart eyes at her every waking moment and considers her his little bonbon and Albion who loves Phillipa so much that he was waiting for her to consent to sex (not realizing she didn't know what it was) for two entire years because he would never pressure her and so he was content with finishing in his pants when he kissed her to make sure she was comfortable. And you want Penelope to settle for a life of loneliness? When Colin is so besotted with her that he dreams of her and breaks every societal expectation in the book as a notorious People Pleaser to run after her and cannot even wait for the morning after being intimate with her to introduce her as his wife to his family in the middle of the night? You want her to turn down Mr "When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible" Bridgerton? For LORD PENGUIN?

Be so serious right now

[worstscholar]

I've been learning how to draw and I'm just getting into anatomy, like learning all the muscles and the names and shit. n'all i can think about is law and i, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. he's got his medical books open, refreshing his knowledge of anatomy for my sake. I'm sat right next to him with my dumb notebook out, listening to him talk about muscles and what they do as i sketch. it evolves into him leaning against me, hazy eyed and tired, pointing to different things as i sketch bodies, telling me shit like, "there's cartilage between these two muscles, so they should be further apart..." - "your missing the muscle there." - "there's a muscle connecting these two parts..." his voice is soft and comfortable, a tone that's only reserved for me. he's studying the side of my face, not bothering to look at what I'm doing until i turn to him, so he doesn't realize I've started drawing his tattoos onto all of my sketches, until i turn to him with a proud smile on my face. his cheeks bloom pink and he hides his fluster behind a light scoff and an eyeroll, but he likes that I'm always thinking of him, thinking of ways to insert him into whatever I'm doing. it fills his stomach with butterflies and makes his heart do funny things.

[candyswirls]

Hi! Could I request Aelia getting Lion trying to bond with baby Alessia

Alessia laid in her crib, cooing and testing out her voice and mouth. Occasionally, she'd blow raspberries.

"See?" Lion whispered. "She is perfectly fine with entertaining herself."

"That is not the point," Aelia said.

"But -"

"I will ensure you change every single diaper while you are here if you don't," his wife threatened.

He frowned at her, "That is not a punishment. That is a necessary task and expected one when having a child at this age. If you consider it a challenge, then I gladly accept."

Aelia smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Right answer. It's also the answer to this. Go in. She loves you! If you don't, she'll end up hating you when she's older."

Lion sighed and seceded to his wife.

"Very well."

"You have to do the voice."

Lion side eyed Aelia.

He stepped in and then said in a deep voice, "What are you doing??"

Alessia squealed and began kicking her legs with excitement.

"You dare treat me with such disrespect?" He boomed again.

Alessia giggled and squirmed more.

"That's it! You're getting court martialed!"

His baby squealed as he tickled her tummy. Aelia snorted.

"Stop resisting! This is the mark of a traitor!"

He scooped her up, legs kicking. As soon as she was close to his face, little hands gripped and pulled at his beard, and she mouthed at his cheek.

"Heresy of the highest degree! You dare attack me??"

Aelia laughed as Lion flipped their daughter and blew a raspberry upon her foot.

Alessia just giggled uncontrollably.

Lion flipped her back up, holding her level with his head, "Shall I granted you the emperor's mercy?!"

He pressed fat kisses upon plump cheeks. Little Alessia squealed and babbled.

"That will teach you to mess with me!"

The baby giggled at his tone.

Aelia came forward and took Lion's arm, "She's never going to take you seriously," She teased her husband.

Lion just sighed.

I thought of those dads who will use a deep and "scary" tone of voice, and their baby will erupt into uncontrollable laughter.