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truly

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collapsed in bed post frantic fanfic call n stuffed full of pizza n whyyyyy am i finally getting art thoughts now. whhyyyyyyy

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never getting over how insane chengxian are about each other n wangxian being the main pairing bc wwx was assigned bottom at brainstorming…

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it is another day in the mdzs fandom and i am bleeding in my feelings about jgy and his dead kid once again

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i think draiwng images is impossible and everyone is playing some kind of tricks

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sorry for posting stuff no one wants to see, it will continue i fear

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My “draw the squad” memes so far

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getting my first comm scam message 15 minutes before my second really takes the wind out of my silly achievement :T

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coloured entirely in greyscale. i like it 👍

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title: impatience brings its own rewards

ship: song yiting/shangguan he

tags: cunnilingus, wedding night, post-canon | explicit

Shangguan He, the night after they win, and his wife in his bed.

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Shangguan He has kissed Song Yiting five times now, but with her slick spread across his face, he has to consider this one his favourite. The soft plush of her thighs as they trap his face only makes him enjoy the dizziness of kissing her like this. Kissing his wife like this.

It’s lewd and dirty—not just the act—but they themselves haven’t so much as washed the dirt off their bodies. Chu Guihong took his life and an hour later they collapsed together in his room at Waning River Crescent. He thinks she told her parents about their marriage, but he’ll bear the fall out if she forgot. She’s his wife now.

His wife! They’re married! They’re half clothed and chasing pleasure together!

Well, he squirms against the sheets beneath him. He’s just helping her get there like a dutiful and doting husband.

(Their fourth kiss had ended against the back of his bedroom door, with her pressed close in his arms, and him spilling into his pants before he could take them off.)

Song Yiting threads her fingers through his hair, nudging him up. “Higher,” she commands, and he obeys.

She makes the cutest sighs when his tongue flicks a small bump between her lips, so he sucks it into his mouth and enters levels of bliss he never thought possible as her legs tighten around him, squeezing and suffocating in the best ways.

There’s not much he can say, mouth occupied as is. It’s a strange relief from thinking, just focusing on what makes her feel good and studying intently, freed from the pressure of speaking.

He could get used to this.

Song Yiting pushes his head in further even though he can’t physically get any closer. His hands wander, sliding up her thighs to the soft of her stomach, and further up to thumb the bottom of her still covered chest. He hadn’t taken time to tear it all off before. Shangguan He promises himself to remove the rest of her robes if she lefts him continue.

(He really wants a second round. His cock is half hard again. It won’t take long for him to be fully hard by the time he’s thoroughly prepared her cunt.)

Song Yiting whimpers as the tension in her body collapses. Her eyes are shut when he tilts his head to take a peak at her but her hand still keeps him in place. He leaves a few broad, lingering licks and kisses gently before pulling away.

“Good?” he asks. His stomach plummets when he considers her not liking it, not liking being intimate with him.

She doesn’t smile, but her face is open and relaxed and she answers well enough by pulling his face to hers in a far more gentle kiss. A chaste press of lips more than anything. He still feels warms down to his toes faced with the weight of her affection.

(Who knew the things which terrified him so desperately could be so welcoming after he turned around to embrace it?)

Song Yiting falls asleep in his arms, breath softening out, and he bites back his complaints. He’ll whine at his wife for another round another time. They have all the time for more in the future. After all, they’re married now! They have nothing but a future together!

He pulls the covers over them and joins his wife. The chief can take his report tomorrow, with how much Nan Heng had encouraged him to chase after Song Yiting, he can’t put up a fuss about any delay.

(Shangguan He decidedly ignores his history of never handing in reports on time.)

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The term and concept of "rent lowering gunshots" has seeped into my mental vocabulary, and I've welcomed it there. Something I'm up to is gross and weird? Good, keeps the rent low. Keeps judgy people out. Post weird shit on your blog, do weird shit to your hair, be as fucky as your heart ever wants to be. If you're not the one making the profit, make yourself unprofitable. The aposematism of brightly coloured creatures is there to warn predators, not friends.

You have no moral obligation to make yourself palatable for those who would consume you.

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embraced the porn yayy 👍

watching a dream in a dream and i’m having a blast but i also want more of the lads which means fic writing time. how did my wip instantly become porn.

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title: (don't) wake up.

ships: song xiaoyu/nan feng/chu liangchen, past song yimeng/nan heng

tags: post transmigration, canon divergence au, proxy sex, threesome | explicit

Song Yime— Song Xiaoyu returns to the real world. It doesn't compare to the dream. Not even a threesome with her fellow co-stars changes this, but that won't stop her from trying.

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Song Yime— Song Xiaoyu sighs in relief. Chu Liangchen’s hand burns hot on her skin. The size is wrong, the calluses missing, the nails slightly scraping more than she’s used to. His breath fans across her neck hot, and at all the wrong tempo.

She grinds down onto Nan Feng’s cock, and not even him, the right size that he is, feels right.

She knows his hands, knows his body, knows Nan Feng is the same, and knows with absolute certainly he isn’t Nan Heng.

She knows his back is clear of scars, knows she’s never felt a tongue working her open from behind while she cockwarms one man with the other’s cum still in her, knows Nan Heng never moved the way Nan Feng does.

It doesn’t matter. Nan Feng marks up the front of his chest, groping her tits, and she comes over Chu Liangchen’s finger rubbing harsh circles over her clit.

He slaps her ass and her back arches into it. The pain and shame feel so good. Nan Feng says something about being a good little girl, lips mesmerizing with spit, and she follows him down to the bed, chasing the echoing feel of his tongue in her mouth.

If it has the added advantage of rubbing her ass against Chu Liangchen’s dick, well, Nan Feng’s already started moving in her. He should catch up already.

And catch up he does. They’re not perfectly in sync, the three of them, but Nan Feng grips her hips steadily between them as he thrusts up shallowly. Chu Liangfen adjusts his pace to quick, shorter bursts, and tears stream down Song Xiaoyu’s face as they fill her aching cunt repeatedly.

Her nails leave indents across Nan Feng’s chest, the taste of his sweat something she can’t bring herself to try. Not till Chu Liangchen muffles his moans in a bite along her shoulder and she sucks Nan Feng’s nipple into her mouth.

It’s the same and different and she clenches both her pussy and asshole at once. Her ass is more sensitive to the flood of cum that enters her, but she feels Nan Feng twitch as he releases his spend in her too.

This time, the face his hand comes up to cup isn’t hers, but it’s Chu Liangchen he pulls into a kiss.

She watches, absolutely dripping with arousal, as they whimper into each other’s mouths, as tongue slip into the other’s mouths. Nan Feng’s gone soft in her cunt, but when Chu Liangchen pulls out, half hard, Nan Feng brings him up all the way and over with his hand as Song Xiaoyu pushes her finger past cramping to finish too.

Nan Feng is good with his mouth. He’s a good kisser, and a good cock sucker. Song Xiaoyu remembers how pretty he had looked, eyes teary as Chu Liangchen cradled his head before returning the favour.

He opens his eyes slightly to look at her and it feels like her every lewd thought is plastered across her face, permanent unlike his spurt of his cum she wiped off earlier. His eyes are hungry hungry hungry for more, and it’s the thought of getting a turn sitting on his face that does it for her.

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whatever i am embracing the porn !!!

watching a dream in a dream and i’m having a blast but i also want more of the lads which means fic writing time. how did my wip instantly become porn.

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watching a dream in a dream and i’m having a blast but i also want more of the lads which means fic writing time. how did my wip instantly become porn.

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if i think about young yunmeng shuangjie for too long i burst into tears. what drugs did mxtx put in them

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she’s up again now yayy

seen 5000 jiang cheng mischaracterizations today. time to run to my beloved ao3 author who gets him