#l watches the untamed

[danmeiljie]

Xiao Zhan as Mo Xuanyu in The Untamed

Episode 1

[twistedappletree]

can’t stop thinking about how jin guangyao’s hat is perfect for a little bird to sit on. just a baby birb right there on his hat. premium bird-sitting conditions, just put a funky lil bird on it

[rigelmejo]

nobody asked lol, but i’ve got a suggestion for total beginners/people who are thinking about studying chinese but haven’t started or aren’t sure:

if you’re watching cdramas, or donghua already (which you probably are), then try to watch the dual subbed ones sometimes. A lot of shows have dual subtitles, had chinese subs in the video and soft english captions.

Get a translator site or app on your phone (Google Translate is fine, Pleco is nice, DeepL site is fine, Baidu Fanyi works, whatever you want)

When you’re watching stuff like usual, just look up some word or phrase every now and then as you get curious. I used Google Translate because it’d let me write in the character so I could just look at the chinese subs and write it in (if I didn’t heard the pronunciation well). If you’re even vaguely familiar with pinyin (without the tones needed) then you can type in the pinyin if you think you heard the word okay. So if you think you heard “xiaoxin” or “xiaoshin” you can type those in, see if they match the chinese subs 小心 (or write in  小心 into the translator), to get a translation. 

Just keep doing this as desired, when you’re curious. Maybe a handful of times an episode, or more if you feel like it.

You’ll notice over time that you’re getting a better ear for the pronunciation since typing it in is quicker than writing it in, making pinyin and listening easier for you later. You’ll notice you learned some common phrases, some main words in the stuff you like, and you might even recognize the hanzi for those words now. Which will help a little when learning hanzi later, when learning about radicals and getting used to the components that make hanzi.

Do this for a month, several months, as long as you’re curious and want to look up words. If you’re considering learning, and you’re watching chinese stuff, then you probably are a bit curious of the words. Eventually you might get curious enough it will motivate you to start digging into study materials. Until then, its fun to get some more familiarity. ToT

[onlyswan]

summary: in which moving in together is a herculean task and jungkook teaches you how to fold his underwear.

> est. relationship, fluff, angst lowkey / wc: 3.2k

> warnings: mention of h!ckeys and or/l s/x (f. receiving), allusion to c*ckwarming and s/x

> in which masterlist!

note: who else will drunkenly research about men’s underwear and scroll through calvin klein’s website at 2am to write this for shit and giggles and self-indulgence if not art <3 as always i love hearing your thoughts thru reblogs/comments/asks !! 🥺

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“pssst.”

“oh shit-”

jungkook looks up to find you standing by the doorframe of the walk-in closet, and the view instantly weaves a stupidly whipped grin on his handsome face. your hair is messy from sleep; your eyes are still half-lidded; and your lips are wrapped around the straw of the red water tumbler you’re clutching in your hands.

“baby! you scared me! what are you doing out of bed?”

“my bed escaped from me.” you mumble, padding across the wooden floor until you reach him. he watches in bewilderment as you fall to your knees and pull his arms out of your way. muscular body pliant underneath your dainty touches, he allows you to move him as you like.

“ahhh-” he produces a noise of enlightenment as you find a comfortable position between his legs, lying down across his lap. he’s forced to support the weight of your torso with his arm beneath your upper back, hand curled around your shoulder. “am i the bed?”

“mhmm, boo! i caught you. you’re stuck with me forever.” you go limp in his arms and dramatically press the back of your hand on your forehead like a damsel in distress, which elicits a chuckle from your boyfriend.

he bends down to pepper kisses along your jaw and exposed neck, plush lips brushing against the traces of love bites that blossomed on your skin this afternoon, courtesy of his friskiness. having always been extra sensitive there, the ticklish sensation makes you squirm. “that’s exactly what i signed up for.”

“oh?” you raise an eyebrow challengingly. “sure. let’s see if you can still say the same thing… three months from now.”

your fingers comb through his silky locks, taking a fistful and lightly yanking to pull him off you.

“as you were.”

a grunt tumbles out of his mouth when you change positions carelessly. in the end, you settle with straddling him, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, where you nuzzle your face and almost purr like a kitten due to the warmth that you’ve missed in his absence.

the process of transforming an apartment to a home together has been… exhausting, to say the least. you’ve had most of the furniture installed before you started bringing in your personal belongings, but how can a space feel so empty and so crowded at the same time? too many boxes, too many bags, too many things left to buy. the line between what’s yours and what’s his is blurring in your eyes, and this is only the beginning.

you thought dealing with jungkook’s self-admitted laziness would frustrate you at some point, well… which it did. however, it turns out that it is precisely what you need in this type of situation. yesterday morning, he successfully seduced you into letting him eat you out on the kitchen island. you reached the height of your pleasure twice in a row, nearly delirious as he was lost in untamed lust and moaned about how you taste, distracting you from planning out what goes in which kitchen cabinet based on dimensions and convenience. last night, he had to drag you back to bed at 5am because you ended up organizing your bookshelf for two hours instead of only getting a refill of water like you claimed.

“what are you even looking for?!” jungkook exclaims with a hand over his naked waist, clad only in his boxers, as he watches you rummage through four boxes in search for something.

“the easel!” you whimper, your calves breaking your fall as you slump back on the floor in despair.

“easel?” he squats down infront of a box beside you, scratching his cheek as his puffy and sleepy eyes scan the other boxes. “i don’t think an easel would’ve fit in here, baby.”

“it’s a mini one. the one i use to display my favorite book.” you pout to point at it standing in the second level of the shelf. he recognizes it as the limited edition book he bought you last year, and the flashbacks of him standing in line for hours to get it signed by the author are inescapable.

if hearing you say that it’s your favorite makes jungkook so ecstatic that he wants to break down into tears, he doesn’t show it. instead, he nonchalantly throws you over his shoulder, making a beeline to the bedroom. he yelps when you angrily pound at his back with balled fists.

“ugh, i hate you! put me down!”

he clicks his tongue. “bad!” he lightheartedly chides you, smacking your ass. “i’m cuffing you to myself! do you have any idea what time it is? you have class in three hours!”

“but, babe, i don’t want to attend!” you cry out, slumping as you grudgingly yield. “why do you have to be so strong?! stop lifting weights for fuck’s sake!”

at the time, you meant it when you said that you want to take the moving duties slowly since you have all the time in the world but… you can’t stand the clutter and disorganization for the life of you. at the same time, it pumps your veins with thrill, having an empty space and being responsible to breathe life into it with jungkook. out of all the life-altering decisions you had to make with your still developing brain, this is the biggest gamble yet.

you don’t know if you’re blinded by love, putting your trust in jungkook when he said that he wanted to build a life with you; or if it’s arrogance, having the trust in your ability to stand on your own feet again incase a match is thrown in a puddle of fuel on the floor. the latter is more painful to think about, quite frankly. just because you can, doesn’t mean that you want to. you have to. you have to. with bruised knees from praying for a little more time, you have to. the earth doesn’t stop orbiting the sun when your house burns down.

either way, it’s too late to succumb to your inner monologue. the stuffed toys you own, including ones you’ve dearly loved since childhood, are scattered across the living room. the journal you’ve been sadly neglecting for the past two weeks is just freely lying on your personal study space. you’re here, safe in his arms, and if there’s one thing you’ll always believe in, it’s this. and you intend to make the most out of each day the universe allows you the right to be here.

“you can fall asleep like this? while i keep moving?” he whispers, wide palm soothingly running up and down the expanse of your back.

only if it’s you, you say in the back of your mind. “you can see for yourself.”

“psh. always gotta keep me on my toes, don’t you?” he smooches your cheek, and then once more, lingering and refusing to part away. you feel his lips curling up against your skin.

jungkook reaches for the tumbler you left behind on the floor, capturing the straw between his lips and plentily sipping until he deems his thirst quenched. he sets it aside afterwards, returning his attention to the laundry basket he purposely laid on the floor so he can easily reach inside. he’s been happily working hard on the laundry after you both agreed to wash the clothes you haven’t worn in quite some time to keep your closet clean and fresh.

a little hiccup though.

quickly and unsurprisingly, you ran out of hangers between his long-sleeves and yours alone. therefore, he’s solely focusing on the to-be-folded for tonight, which mostly consists of shorts, casual pants, underwear, and socks.

he inserts his arm in the laundry basket to push out the articles of clothing closer to the edge, grabbing the nearest thing and proceeding to neatly fold it over his outstretched legs. his white sweatpants lands on top of its designated pile, and then the same goes for your tennis skirt, as well as his ripped jeans, and everything else after that.

jungkook being jungkook, singing comes naturally to him after breathing and more than blinking. he hums, chest vibrating against yours as he does so, occasionally singing the lyrics in between because he means them. a tattooed arm protectively wraps around you to keep you glued to his body each time he leans forward. his careful movements, along with his mellifluous voice, fool your senses into believing that you’re being carried out by the ocean waves to the shore of dreamland.

your boyfriend freezes when one of your arm slides down his shoulder, an irrefutable evidence that you’ve fallen asleep again. you finally tired yourself out, he breathes out a sigh of relief. he cups the back of your head as support, eyes shaping into crescent moons as he giggles as quietly as he can after seeing your face.

“so fucking cute.” he muses, rewarding your cheek with another kiss before securely tucking you back into his embrace.

he carries on with his task to allow you to dive further into unconsciousness. he spends the next fifteen minutes folding the boxers that were still stuck inside one of his suitcases, patiently operating with only an arm. his tattooed one is still preoccupied with maintaining a protective embrace around you. shortly after, he decides that it’s time for you to go back to bed.

“there we go.” he says quietly to himself as he succeeds to stand on his feet, carrying you with his hands hooked around your bare thighs. you unconsciously tighten your hold around his neck and release a deep sigh of contentment in your sleep.

he kicks the door open, walking with light, deliberate steps across the wooden floor. he climbs on the bed, knees sinking in the mattress as he gently lays you down. and there’s an inexplicable emotion stirring in his chest as he covers you with the blanket, accompanied by the epiphany that he is doing this at 2am not because time has arrived to daunt him and he needs to leave your bed to go home. not anymore. whatever this is, it feels so fucking good. oh my god, he looks forward to spending the rest of his life feeling you breathe next to him, getting lost in how peaceful you look asleep when he randomly wakes up in the middle of the night.

he tenderly squeezes your arms as he leans down to plant a goodnight kiss on your velvet lips, sweet and loving. slowly, and with the smallest movements possible, he gets out of the bed to return to the closet.

“love, you’re not sleeping yet?” your tiny voice barely reaches his ears but it pinches his heart, even more painfully when he sees that your hand only managed to seize three of his longest fingers to stop him from walking away.

he sits down beside you, intertwining his fingers with yours. “i will in a bit, baby. i only have the rest of my underwear left to put away.”

you blink at him hazily, silent as you digest his words in your clouded mind. “you’re folding them, too?”

“of course.”

and with that confirmation, you eagerly inch closer to him. “teach me.”

“huh?” his forehead creases, eyebrows knitting in a state of confusion.

“teach me.” you repeat yourself, bordering on a whine.

“how to fold my underwear?”

you innocently nod your head as a reply.

“why?” he asks, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth because of your unusual request. but then again, he can’t say he’s much that surprised. it’s such a you thing to do.

“i can’t?” your lips form an adorably small pout, and you sniffle as your eyes water with unshed tears of drowsiness. “but you’re my boyfriend.”

fuck fuck fuck, he curses inside his head. his heart flips and drops to his stomach. holy shit, yes he is. it’s infuriating, how it requires you little to no effort to have him wrapped around your finger. the endearing sight automatically tugs at his heartstrings, urging him to cradle your soft cheeks in between his large palms.

“i’m just curious.” he reassures you with a chuckle, leaning down to press one more sweet kiss to your lips.

“we do chores together…” you trail off, nose scrunching when his brushes yours. you smile sheepishly. you’re relishing in the mere inches between you — how you can see that his pupils are evidently dilated, his brown doe eyes appearing rounder and bigger than they already are. “so i just want to learn how to do it right.”

you swiftly throw aside the blanket enveloping you when he voices out his permission with an “it’s so easy!”, cheerfully jumping off the bed. captivated by your unique charm, jungkook allows himself to be dragged away as a breathing, walking picture of pure adoration.

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he finds himself sitting on the same spot on the floor, back comfortably resting on the cabinets now that you’re beside him instead of on him. your drooping eyes follow the every movement of his dexterous hands as he folds a calvin klein trunk on his lap, black with a white waistband. wearing an orange beanie of his you found stuck underneath the laundry basket, you obediently bounce your head as he earnestly demonstrates it with instructions.

“so you take this side and fold it over to the middle, and then! you do the same with the other one, so they’re folded equally like this.”

he briefly picks it up to show it to you from rim of the waistband, the two parts stacked and perfectly aligned.

“after that, you take the bottom and roll it over like… halfway? whatever, i just kind of do it by feel- and the final step… so you also fold the waistband here so you can tuck the rolled up part inside. it ends up looking this neat and compact, see?”

your gaze only flickers at the finished product, having seen what it looks like about a thousand times in his backpacks and luggages. “so these are called trunks… and those are called boxers?”

your boyfriend follows the direction your index finger is pointing at, revealing a pile of folded boxers sitting inside of his opened suitcase. he winces with his full set of teeth before he cracks up in laughter, the genuine curiosity you radiate is making his brain overflow with love and happy chemicals.

“right! those are more comfortable and breathable so i wear them at home, while trunks provide more support for when i need it, you know?”

“snug fit or loose fit this, boxers or boxer briefs that. you strip them off all the time to put your dick in me anyway.” you scoff, picking up another calvin klein creation from the laundry basket immediately afterwards.

a string of ditzy giggles slip past your lips. the light blue trunk was standing out among the neutral colors like a firefly in the forest, practically begging to be chosen as your first piece of work.

“i’ll do this one! you wore it yesterday. i love the color.”

his lips part open in surprise at your lewd and unfiltered response, a hand flying to his face to conceal the rosy shade that has begun to tint his flushed honey skin, many earrings collectively swinging and belly aching as he chortles. it’s embarrassing, really, how he still blushes despite having done countless sinful things with you. can you really blame him for being incapable of keeping his hands to himself when he’s so helplessly and hopelessly attracted to you?

he clears his throat, crossing his legs and moving to his side so he’s facing you. “go on then.”

you flap it against the air to straighten out the fabric, placing it over your thighs and meticulously following your boyfriend’s instructions step-by-step. you’re quiet as you commit yourself to the chore, floating in your little bubble of tranquility and concentration.

and jungkook is intently watching you with as much self-control he can muster. the urge to grab your face and kiss you senselessly is palpable, wrapping itself around his limbs like vines that have a life of their own, desperate to dip into the sun for a taste. they say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and he can attest to that to a certain degree… but dear god, its lack thereof?

there’s no sensible reason why the both of you should be spending your late nights in your new apartment doing stuff like this when you have an entire 55-inch television set up on the floor because you haven’t found the time and energy to attach it to the bedroom wall yet… and not to mention that jungkook had to write more batteries all types of batteries, tongs, and curtains as CURTAINS!!! in your little notebook of to-buy checklists because somehow, they never crossed either of your minds the last two times you went shopping for your remaining home essentials. his new gaming chair arrived this afternoon and he has zero clue where he will insert assembly time into his busy schedule. one of these days, you’re also bound to discover the plant namjoon left as a gift three days ago. he placed it at the balcony, and it’s only surviving due to the fact that it’s been a relatively rainy month.

although, that’s precisely what makes this moment so priceless and so grounding. you smoothly finish the challenge and sing “ta-da!” with a beam that causes your eyes to twinkle with a tiny sense of achievement despite your apparent exhaustion.

“oh?! looks perfect. good job, baby. goob job.” he praises you with a grin, affectionately stroking your hair. “let’s work together so we can go to sleep.”

his thoughtful words and action make you keen, coaxing the giddiness in you to bubble over. you playfully nudge his side as you haul the laundry basket closer. “i want to play. let’s see who can fold the most in a minute!”

“play?” his shoulders deflate as he sighs, battery running low.

“no?” your lips pucker up in dismay. “too tired, love?”

his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he gives it some consideration. he shrugs. “what’s in it for me?”

oh, damn it.

“the winner also automatically wins the light fixture debate?”

in which you’re referring to your month-long dispute over which color of the cloud light you should purchase for your shared bedroom. he insists on the white cloud that has the white light because it looks like a thundercloud, and on the other hand, you’re fighting for the pink cloud with the yellow light because it looks like the sunrise or the sunset depending on its saturation and brightness.

“alright!” he blurts out, a surge of energy kickstarting his system. he snatches his phone, which he left in one of the empty shelves near him. “baby wants to play a dangerous game, huh? the stakes are incredibly high! too high! are you ready? to lose?”

your mood sours when he begins using his variety show hosting voice, confidence dwindling but determination fueled and burning brighter now that he’s in higher spirits.

you roll your eyes. “yeah, sure. ready to lose the white variation in my cart, bro.”

he smirks mischievously, his childish and devilish laughter echoing in the closet. “we’ll start the timer! in three…! one- go!”

“freeze, you cheater! i wasn’t ready! put that shit down!”

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note: soooo, are you team oc or team jungkook? i will be keeping score 👩‍💻

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[jksprincess10]

Storm || Eric x reader

A/N: I fear I'm back in my Joe Quinn phase after watching a quiet place day one, don't look at me.

Summary: There's a thunderstorm and you can finally make noise.

CW: fluff, smut, eric is kinda shy and soft, reader has a bush, pre-established relationship implied, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, eric loves eating pussy, protected p in v, reader is a tad more dominant, minimal editing.

(1.3k words)

divider by @saradika-graphics

There is only one way to make love when any sound could lead to death: silently.

But when the outside is louder, when thunder tears the sky apart, when rain pitter-patters loudly against the asphalt, you can be as loud as you want.

In the darkness of your apartment, the first flash of thunder and the trickle of the rain provokes immediate joy. He knows too, his usually big, innocent eyes veiled by lust. Like Pavlov’s dog, Eric knows how to react when the outside sounds get louder and louder.

“Yes.” You immediately confirm what you want, and he gives in to you.

You wrap your hands around his neck as he brings you into a soaring kiss that makes you moan against his plush lips. You feel like you’re outside in the rain, drowning. Your fingers trail down his neck until you come across his first buttons, that you undo expertly, along with tossing aside his ridiculous tie. Despite everything, Eric still insisted on dressing like the lawyer student he once was.

Under the soft candlelight, you discover his pale skin, his soft body like it’s the first time. He takes care of your sweater, pulling it over your head.

“You’re beautiful.” You whisper, out of habit.

“Stop.” Eric reacts, his voice under the flow of his British accent. “You are.”

His arms are around your waist, pulling you close as he nuzzles your breasts that you hadn’t bothered covering up with a bra (who cares it’s the fucking end of the world, right?). The tip of his tongue shyly teases the tip of a hard nipple. Too used of being gentle, quiet.

“More, please.” You beg softly.

He sucks the flesh into his warm mouth, and your body arches against his chest, pushing your ass into his careful hands. Eric’s right hand come up to your other breast, caressing and squeezing the fat until you’re letting out pretty moans for him. 

Your hands come down to his leather belt, that you’re soon discarding on the floor with a loud metal clank. But you don’t care, as the thunder is already responding even louder. You’re both taking each other’s pants off embarrassingly fast, and he’s pushing you on your couch until you’re splayed out for him, a beautiful painting under a warm glow, occasional cold light revealing more. His nose traces your covered mound, inhaling the soft laundry scent of your floral panties.

The rain is still pouring, taping violently against your apartment windows as he pulls down your panties, freeing the dark curls and the wetness of your slit.

“You never told me if it bothered you –”

“What? This?” He’s asking as a finger curls around some of the untamed hair. His tone is almost mocking, and you feel your cheeks heating up.

“Yes.”

“I quite like it, actually. You look like a woman. And this is what I want. ” He punctuates his words with an index trailing over your slit, making you shudder. Your fingers tangle in his unruly, soft brown curls, pushing him closer to where you want him. You know he can never resist eating pussy, it’s probably his favorite meal. He spreads your lips with his fingers, keeping you open for him as his pink tongue lays flat against your slit, caressing and experimenting.

As the thunder growls, you remember you can show him your appreciation freely. Your mouth hangs open, and as his plush lips latch around your clit, you moan his name. And it’s the most beautiful song he has ever heard.

“You’re always so good to me, Eric.” You praise him softly, the tips of his ears reddening when you compliment him.

Eric sucks even harder before letting go to caress all of you with the flat of his tongue. Your ass lifts off the couch without really wanting too, pushing more of you into his mouth. He licks and sucks messily, wet sounds filling the air. You like him like this, free and disheveled. One of his fingers breach your hole, stretching you slowly. You want to tell him you won’t break, but you don’t know how, your mind blurry with pleasure.

A strangled “more” is all you can let out, and he listens, pushing another finger in. He thrusts them almost all the way out, then in, curling them at the right angle as his numb tongue keeps sucking. You fall apart just in time for the next thunder crack, a cry coming out of your throat as you gush around Eric’s fingers. His lips are wet with your juices as he comes up for air, climbing on the couch to kiss you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him on top of you as you lay down.

“Make love to me.” You whisper against his lips, your hands trailing down his body to take off his boxer briefs. Your hand circles the base, teasing his cock with a slow movement of up-and-down, momentarily distracting you from your wish.

“Don’t you want me to make love to you?” He whispers in your hair in an amused tone.

“Yes. But I like this. I like touching you.”

Eric chuckles and pushes your hand away. “Stop. I want you.”

 He gets up momentarily to get a condom and covers his cock with it, pumping himself as he gazes down at the perfection that you are, laid peacefully on the couch. You rarely look as relaxed, and he cherishes those moments when you’re not fearing for your life.

You beckon him closer with a movement of your fingers, and he lays on top of you. He’s always so careful with you.

“Hold me.” You wrap your legs around his middle and push him closer. His arms wrap around your neck as he fills you up, slowly, inch by inch. Your eyes flutter closed; you can barely see the violent lightning anymore; you can only hear it. But you try to concentrate on Eric’s heavy breathing in your ear. He stops when his hips are flush with yours, just holding you peacefully.

“I love you.”

You don’t know if you’ll live to see another day, but you love him and it’s the only certainty.

“I love you, too.” He kisses your brow, your nose, and your lips. You keep him there, your tongue tangling with his as he starts moving gently.  Your moans die in his mouth, and you realize how much you crave him, harder, faster. You push him off you and he looks at you with concern until climb on top of him.

“You won’t break me. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like it’s our last day alive.”

You align him with your pussy, and you sink down. His reprieve is short, as you’re already bouncing on top of him. He moans obscenities, covered by the sound of the rain. His hands wrap tightly around your hips and his thrusts meet yours in a chaotic, unsynchronized dance that you both make work. The two of you are letting out cries freely, and it’s somehow liberating.

“Come for me, Eric.” You let out between strangled moans.

He slows down, thrusting harder and deeper.

“Not before you, love. Touch yourself.”

You anchor yourself to the couch with a hand on the leather underneath your bodies, your free hand coming down to play with your clit. You try not to fall as he keeps fucking up into you, in a slow but rough pace.

“That’s it baby. God, you’re so hot.” He says it like it’s physically hurting him.

With another one of his deep thrusts, your walls tighten around him and you come with a final moan. You then let him use you, until he’s also done. Your body falls on top of his, and you caress his sweaty curls as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

You love storms.

[pacentia]

Title: Forest Lovers

Pairing: (established relationship) slightly dom non-ascended!Astarion x reader WITH VOYEUR GALE

Setting: act 3 beginning, right after shadow cursed lands

Word count: 2,218

Tags: voyeuristic Gale, bloodsucking, vaginal sex, forest sex, pussy eating, L-bombs, body worship, slightly sad Gale

Synopsis: Gale wonders where his Muse (reader) went off to. Stumbles upon her fucking Astarion in the woods 🫠

Author's note: some random ass ideas come into my head in the middle of the night. Couldn't let go of it so I had to write it down lmaoo - please enjoy

It was nice - being out in pure sunlight again after spending God knows how long in the Shadow Cursed Lands. Gale never thought about missing cobblestone streets beneath his feet, the vibrancy of Rivington made him feel alive again. It wasn't his tower in Waterdeep, nor his very own study - cuddling with Tara, but this would do. And, it would all be over soon, according to the pack leader, because she would take the fight to the Elder Brain. 

Gale admired her for quite some time, well - ever since he set eyes on her after stumbling out of that damned broken portal. He had dropped some hints here and there, but she never quite fully indulged him in his desires. She remained so incredibly kind and supportive though - for everyone - during their long journey. 

The vampire Astarion had her heart a thousand times. It's the way she looked at him, and the way the broken man softened in her company that Gale knew these two were soulmates, destined for each other. It felt bittersweet - watching them kiss in public. Hold hands. Embrace each other around the campfire. Of course, if she preferred somebody cold and undead - that was entirely her choice. 

The night before the party would venture forth to Baldur's Gate - Astarion and her were nowhere to be found. Not present in each of their tents, nor in the campsite. Gale felt a little concerned because of that, because tomorrow was a big day and everyone needed a well deserved rest. Who knows what overcame her - the woman he cared for so deeply. And so the wizard cast an invisibility spell and ventured deeper into the nearby forest.

Gentle moonlight cast over the forest and the stars shone bright that night. It was quiet and calm, the two nowhere to be seen nor heard until -

Two completely bared souls entwined in one another, passionately kissed in the middle of the forest, no place left untouched on their bodies. The silver haired vampire and his muse. Gale's muse. 

His jaw went slack from surprise and he suddenly felt greatly inappropriate for stumbling onto this incredibly private moment but… 

Gale just couldn't look away, respectfully, of course. Her body had the likes of a true Goddess - his imagination before had done him so wrong. She was even more beautiful than in his wildest dreams. Astarion was… surprisingly gentle with her. His hold on her was protective and firm but the kisses that he planted on her lips, cheeks and breasts were so soft.

Gale, you damned pervert. He complained to himself, pinching his brow. He could leave now, and forever hold his tongue or he could just… Watch just a few more seconds.

Her fingers wrapped around Astarion's aching hard cock - Hells, the man was big - and started teasing him playfully. The vampire reciprocated - wetted his long, pale digits on his tongue and pleasured her beautiful pussy. Gale swallowed, unaware that he was pitching a huge tent in his purple robes.

"Oh sweet darling…" The vampire moaned in absolute pleasure, burying his head full of untamed silver curls in her neck. She just pulled him into the most amorous embrace as she closed her eyes, lips slightly parted as she felt her vampire's fangs graze her neck. This made her moan in delight - of course - as she was bloodless every damned day.  Her hand gently caressed Cazador's scars on his sculpted back while her other hand worked  his erection. 

"I need you, Astarion." She voiced needily, her feminine hips bucking into the vampire's cold touch. "Need you inside me… Please…" 

Gale swallowed - feeling too hot in his robes right there. He just fantasized he was in Astarion's place, feeling her magic hands work his own cock - making him twitch in the process. Astarion was going to take her right there, on the soft bed of overgrown grass, next to their pile of clothes.

It's as if he had chosen the perfect spot. Astarion had guided her down gently, her legs spread out incredibly wide before her lover. Gale could see the glistening of her folds - how completely drenched she was for her vampire. Delicious, it looked. 

Astarion's hands caressed her perfect body. Breasts, hips. Kissed inside of her thighs - working his way up to her toned calves until her feet. He worshipped her like a real Goddess. As he should. A sweet smile spread across her face as she watched Astarion show how much he desired her. 

"I love you." She confessed sweetly, completely spread in front of him. It's the way her eyes shone with adoration that you could tell she really meaned it. She's completely in love with her vampire. Goodness, Gale never anticipated being hurt by seeing the scenario unfold before his voyeuristic eyes, a sharp tightening in his chest overtaking him. Neverminding his obvious pain, Gale continued watching.

The vampire then lowered his head to her sex, and pressed a soft kiss on her clitoris. Dripping wet, needy for him. "My sweetheart, I love you more than anything." The vampire whispered, kissing her folds again with such careful love. Her hands sunk into his silver curls, letting her head fall back in the grass. Astarion utterly devoured her, nuzzling into her sex, licked her until she was a squirming mess. He suckled on her sensitive bud, gently sinking two of his cold fingers deep inside her. 

Gale just needed to watch this a little closer. So he could really admire her angelic pussy. Study how she liked to be pleasured - learn from… Astarion's seduction. He inched further, so that he watch in detail how Astarion licked and fingered her. 

Astarion's fingers gently dipped in and out of her drenched folds, his tongue swiping back and forth over her clitoris. His sharp fangs were bared, reminding her what he truly was - her vampire. Everyone knew at camp that this excited her incredibly, eager to feel his fangs dig into her neck every night. God's, she was so sinful.

"Star… I'm… close..!" She warned him, one hand tangled in his silver curls, the other one gripping onto the grass soil beside her. Her legs were shaking, hips bucking while Astarion expertly pleasured her. "Then cum, my love. On my lips." The vampire ordered.

What a sight it was to behold, her body coming down from such an incredible high. His name was on her lips like a melody as she shivered in her lover's hold. Gale knew he should leave right now - but then Astarion just climbed over her body, and guided his dripping hard cock inside her drenched pussy. Fuck. He could just. Not. Look. Away. 

"Did you enjoy that, sweet love?" Astarion whispered, sinking as deep as possible into her. He didn't even falter in his speech - Gale would've surely have. 

"Y-yes, my love… God's - forgot how… big you were…" Immediately she enclasped her legs around his waist, the aftershocks of her orgasm begging the vampire to get deeper inside her. Her arms clung around his back, holding his scars ever so gently. Astarion chuckled at her response, "How dare you, darling?" The man smirked. "But you do remember how - good - it felt?" Emphasizing the words with the rhythm of his vigorous hips, the vampire pumped into her unrelentingly, chasing after his own orgasm. 

"Y-yes Astarion - fuck… Your cock feels incredible…You're so big, so powerful, so beautiful…" She gasped, her pretty moans bellowed deep into the forest. Astarion seemed to enjoy her praise, rewarding her with kisses, licks and nuzzles. 

Gale's trousers were completely soaked in his own pleasure - how could he not - watching such a beautiful woman reach her high out in the open. He figured he was too far gone already and sneaked his fingers under his robe - cupping himself - until he decided to take out his own length and stroke himself. He still had to concentrate on casting his invisibility, if he'd fail - he figured he'd just explode his Netherese orb.

"Will you get on your pretty hands and knees for me, sweet darling? I want to feel you as deep as possible, please…" Astarion sighed in pleasure, ragged breath overtaking him when he stopped thrusting. She nodded heavily, just carrying out whatever her vampire needed. God's how devoted she was to him, completely wrapped around his finger. She shifted her body exactly as Astarion asked - and the hungry man immediately mounted her like a horny stallion. 

Certainly, he had read this in one of his lewd novels in his library, but he'd never seen such lust up close, nor experienced it for himself . Mystra never let him.

Astarion growled like a beast, thrusting every inch of him inside her wet cunt. Eventually he pulled her into his lap, pumping up inside of her. She was completely on display for Gale, breasts swinging, Astarion's hands roamed her delicate body, until he swept her hair from beautiful neck, and wrapped his hand around her throat. 

"Darling, your blood smells so delicious tonight…" He moaned, inhaling the scent of her neck, grazing his fangs over previous puncture wounds from his own teeth. 

Gale swallowed, pleasuring his cock faster, harder. He was about to witness him setting his fangs into her - God's, wouldn't that hurt her? She seemed even more eager than before, rubbing herself, arching her neck more - she wanted it desperately. Longing for him to mark her as his.

"Ask me, sweet darling. What do you need?" Astarion teased, his hands digging into her breasts, using them as leverage for his thrusts. "Tell me what you so desperately crave." 

She giggled at his statement, teasing him right back, "Love, aren't you the one who's starved? You crave my blood." 

Astarion's wits seemed to fail him, and buried his face in her neck. "Darling, do not play with me like that… I'm incredibly hungry - Starved, if you will." He continued kissing her neck, dragging his tongue over the pulsing arteries and veins. "You know I'm a very dangerous vampire, and your jugular is right next to me." He teased playfully.

She giggled at his lighthearted intimidation, turned her face to stare into his deep red eyes. "Then bite, Astarion. My blood is yours." 

Nothing the vampire liked hearing more as he continued to pound into her, only now - he latched onto her neck, and buried his fangs deeply. She visibly winced in his hold, obviously in pain as Astarion sucked her blood out. So this is what she's been going through almost every evening since meeting the vampire near the Grove. Gale's cock twitched at the sight before him, close to own climax. All of this was so private, intimate. She willingly surrendered her neck to the vampire with such love.

"God's, s-so… delicious…" Astarion whined in bliss, his hips starting to give out - thrusts becoming erratic. Her body initially freezed against him - until a few gulps of blood later, she started feeling dizzy, two taps onto his thigh stopped his bloodthirsty urges.

Astarion released with a growl, bloody fangs bared, his chin and lips tainted with her hot, red blood. Drunk on her, he lapped up the remnants on her neck, kissing her, holding onto her for dear life. "So f-fucking delicious, darling. I -I'm close." Astarion panted as he grit his teeth like a beast, blood dripping from his chin, his tongue licking the remnants of his chin. 

Nothing had prepared Gale for her desperate pleading. 

"Please, Astarion… Fill my cunt, need your cum deep inside - please, cum!" 

Gale wrapped one hand around his mouth, shutting himself up as he spilled all over the woodland ground, silencing his heavy breath watching their lovemaking end.

Astarion erupted deep inside of her perfect cunt - God's how Gale wished he was the one absolutely filling her to the brim. The vampire growled, pumping her full of his essence, tongue licking the remnants of blood off of her neck. Astarion was a filthy, filthy man - Gale remarked. Well, he had already anticipated that from all of his quirky mannerisms and slick talk.

The couple lay spent on the grass, cuddling in the afterglow of their pleasures, looking up to the stars.

"Need this everyday, Astarion. It's been too long." She whispered, and he rolled over on his side, gently caressing her stomach. 

"Well, we can do it everyday now, darling." The vampire smirked, pressing a small kiss against her cheek. In turn, she wiped a streak of blood off of his chin, and made him suck her finger clean. Astarion indulged her with the greatest pleasure - as long as blood was involved. Gale didn't know why that made his cock stir.

The two cleaned themselves up, and he made notice on how she wiped her cunt with a particular cloth, throwing it away in the bushes - well - wouldn't it be a shame to… let it go uninspected later? They got dressed again in their camp clothes, joked some more and left.

The couple walked hand in hand right past Gale, still invisible of course - until Astarion stopped his footsteps to take in the air.

"What is it lover, did you hear a squirrel you could feed on?" She grinned, to which the vampire playfully poked her.

"Worse, darling. It smells like… Gale here. Well, nevermind." 

Gale had never gone red so badly in his entire life.

[yawarakaizai]

pmzai with an equally miserable s/o fem reader

ⵌ IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT PM Dazai Osamu (BSD) CONTENTS You sit and stare and wait for him to return to you. You've been bad and you've been good. There's nothing and no one that gives you purpose like he. NOTE reader+dazai are 17/18, implications of s/h, slight misogyny, death of parent, it's kind of angsty.. , soft couple, miserable couple, sui/cide mention+ideation COMPANY I'm Not Human At All

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Your tender heart would care for an injured bunny rescued from a bear trap.

You'd nurse the animal as best you could yet it would always die.

Your father was a hunter. He earned your living costs by selling animal hide and what meat he'd have spare after covering what you'll need. Your mother died when you were a little girl.

You were as sweet as your mother.

Your father would tell stories of how She would gaze out on the winter sky and say to Herself, "My daughter will be as snow. Gentle and graceful, yet freezing to those who demand more of what perfect she is already."

When your Mother died, they put Her in a box full of pink carnations and orchids. Surely to counteract the smell of Her decaying corpse, to display Her flesh as something beautiful before her descent under soil to where Her bones will return and fertilise what surrounds.

Rural life in Japan was not for the weak. Which you were.

You picked up what your Mother left behind.

Tending to the chickens in their coops and shearing the sheep, you'd milk the cows and free the rabbits when Father wasn't looking.

Your hands plush with baby fat would clench around your rosary every night and pray like a good girl.

By the time you reached puberty, your features resembled your Mother more than ever before. Your figure changed and as did your father.

He'd sneer at the dress that fit you perfectly just two years ago. You'd become defiant and bold, a rebellious child.

" Father, but why? "

Your protests and argumentative nature would anger him. And now, you weren't a good girl.

Shouting battles always left you sobbing into thick pillows until your throat hurt.

It was at the age of fifteen did you find out what lies beneath your thin flesh and blue pulse.

You are made of bright crimson and spite.

At sixteen, you ran away.

It was impulsive. You forgot how and what happened. You don't want to remember.

Your calves ached and your feet blistered with pain from trudging up and down hills and farms.

You are a mixture of love and loss.

Everything is a blur, and sometimes you question whether running away was the wisest thing to do.

You had collapsed the moment you stepped foot into the city.

A sad, lost soul who ran away from her father.

You had been a..

" Very bad girl. "

The voice startled you enough for you to spill the batter all over your clean white apron.

" Osamu! " You cried out in disbelief, the boy laughing hysterically. " That isn't funny, knock it off. "

In a way, Dazai reminded you of those bunnies you'd rescue in your youth. He was caught and wounded by the claws of Life. And although you may cup his cheeks into your hands and tell him 'You're alive', he had already died before you were able to cradle him to your chest.

" I told you not to wake up early, Y/N! I should have known to not mention my fondness of crêpes to you. "

You felt untamed, wild hair brush against the bare of your neck before soft lips made contact with your jawline. A soft kiss pressing into what was cold. He was grateful to have you in his sad miserable life.

And even if you two were not perfect for each other, you'd both die to watch the world burn.

" I did it on my own accord. " You lied. " You did not. " He calls your bluff like air. You huff in surrender.

Setting down the metal bowl of paste, you turn to face him. You think of the horrors that his empty, black eye must have seen. His other eye, obscured by bandages, was a mystery to you. You respected him enough to not budge him about it.

" I wished to make you something special. "

You confess, certain he already knew your intention. Your boyfriend was simply smarter than many.

" I don't need anything. Coming home to you is enough, bella. '' His hand stretches to you like death.

Your eyes were not as bright as they were when you were little. They reflected the bad girl that you've become. The one that left her sickly impoverished father in treacherous conditions alone because her feelings were hurt.

" Belladonna. "

He'd pull you back into reality when he'd notice you slipping.

" 'samu. You've barely been coming home anymore, okay? Let me do this, just this once for you. " You snaked your arms around his waist and he mirrored your action, twirling you both out of the kitchen.

Dazai was inexplicable to you. He was a man your father wouldn't like. A man your Mother would hate. A man your younger self would despise.

You willingly moved into a shared apartment with the mafia executive after a few months of living in Yokohama. It was him to have picked you up from the streets. Sensing you were worth more than the muddied appearance you showed at that time.

Your one-time use turned into a second-time use, and your second-time use blossomed like a flower in Spring. You interested him.

You both intoxicated each other. Dazai was able to make you feel light. You felt weightless and as fragile as a butterfly. Weak, small and at his mercy.

" Then don't hide yourself away from the kitchen when I'm right here, love. "

By the time your spinning head focused on what was around you again, he had toppled you both onto the living room couch. He loomed over you, fully dressed in his mafia uniform, his stupid tie obscuring your vision until he tucked it between the buttons of his revere blouse.

" What would you do if I were to die? "

" Osamu. Stop that. "

You muttered.

You feel his life. The warmth of his body, the tender flow of blood heating his body as his finger traced patterns into your cheek. Your heart keeps beating.

" Answer me, Y/N. "

You didn't enjoy thinking of your partners demise. You wouldn't mind if you were to die.

The problem was, you didn't want to be alive for your boyfriends funeral, yet you didn't wish for your boyfriend to be alive for yours.

You loved each other to the point it became hate. Hate for how the other made living seem worth it.

Dazai had an eventful life. You did not.

You had no education whatsoever. According to the government, you did not exist. You had no birth certificate. You were no one. You lived hidden in this cramped apartment.

When Dazai was away, it was only you and your thoughts. Your thoughts were a dangerous thing.

" I think I would kill myself too. "

Your voice caught up on an unexpected crack. You were puzzled until your vision became glassy.

" Pretty baby. I'm sorry. " His apology was belated as you'd already begun to sniffle, he lowered his weight on you, turning to lay on his side as he pulled you in close, coaxing you into silence.

" Don't die, 'samu. Not here, not now. " Your sad little beg mused him.

Dazai was all you had left. You were most certain that if you were to part, you would die.

With Dazai, you were still inadequate. Without Dazai, you truly were nothing but a walking corpse.

He thinks that you are something weak and soft, with a fire raging in you that cried to be extinguished before it could spread.

You hush yourself to enjoy the feeling surrounding you. You feel Dazai's ribcage rise with each steady breath he takes. The beating of a heart is somewhere far deep in, and yours is jumping in your throat.

" Not now. " He repeated after you, and part of you wished to believe it.

There was something mystical about Osamu.

Something that warned you to not feed coal to the flame.

And that if you reached your hand in, you'd burn yourself on what was forbidden.

©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ reblogs appreciated! requests open :3

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 39 Part 3

(Masterpost) (Pinboard)  (whole thing on AO3)    

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Days of Future Past

After they leave Yi City, the gang comes to a proper town where there is a lantern festival going on, or else it's just a town that is really nuts about lanterns.

The juniors go shopping, looking at random trinkets, cell-phone cases, sunglasses, and electric toys that will break as soon as you get them home. Wait, that's my local mall I'm thinking of. But it's the same idea, pretty much.

Judging by the dream catchers hanging up on the right, this particular Ancient-China kiosk is owned by a traveling Ojibwe person.

Sizhui experiences a callback to symbolism from the past as he looks at an array of toy insects.

Jin Ling toy shames him, and Lan Jingyi comes to his defense.

Toys are for every age, people. Even if you outgrow one style of play, there's a lot of ways to enjoy toys, including tucking them in your robe and pulling them out to look at them whenever you have a memory cascade.

When Sizhui was young, he looked at toys with Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian didn't give him the toys, however, because "asking is asking, buying is buying." For Wei Wuxian, there was always a vast chasm between what he wanted and what he could actually have. Lan Wangji, of course, promptly gave A-Yuan toys, including a version of this grass butterfly.

The last time we saw A-Yuan with the butterfly is the last time A-Yuan saw Wei Wuxian. WWX frightened him and he dropped his butterfly, and everything went to shit after that. So I think it's fair to say the butterfly symbolizes some stuff.

(More after the cut!)

Jingyi points out to Sizhui that they have all of this same stuff at home in Gusu, which is what happens in a franchise-based retail economy.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian enter the market together, but Wei Wuxian quickly runs ahead, enjoying the energy and the sights. Grown-up Lan Wangji, unlike his younger self, seems perfectly comfortable in this crowded and busy environment.

Lan Wangji pauses at a seller's stall to experience his own callback to the past, as he contemplates a lantern with rabbits on it.

Here the show the show restrains itself and does not show us a flashback to the rabbit lantern of the past. That's ok, though; the first lantern scene is one of the most memorable in the show, so we can just replay it in our heads.

Back then, Wei Wuxian made a special lantern for Lan Wangji, and they released it together. That was the first time we saw Lan Wangji smile, and it's also when Wei Wuxian's pledge of chivalry turned their mutual interest/attraction into something much deeper.

While Lan Wangji and Lan Sizhui are contemplating lost things from the past (sky lanterns, by their nature, are losses, but in a nice way), Wei Wuxian is confronting one of his own losses.

He sees a little kid running to a vendor, and his mind's eye sees A-Yuan.

Lan Wangji sees Wei Wuxian's reaction to the child, and he stops looking at the lantern to watch Wei Wuxian instead.

When Wei Wuxian realizes that the child is not, in fact, A-Yuan, the air goes out of him.

Is it too cruel of me to point out that while Wei Wuxian's heart is breaking from realizing that A-Yuan could not possibly be shopping for toys in this market, the real A-Yuan, Lan Sizhui, actually is shopping for toys in this market?

Wei Wuxian allows himself to feel things, for a moment--and when he turns around and sees Lan Wangji watching him, he doesn't immediately paste a fake smile onto his face, which is some kind of relationship growth.

Lan Wangji takes this opportunity to say "hey, Wei Ying, I forgot to mention that A-Yuan isn't dead."

Ha ha ha ha ha of course he doesn't say that. He's waiting for the right moment to share this information, and Lan Wangji has no idea what constitutes a right moment for verbalizing anything. If he can't use his sword to communicate his devotion or his disappointment, he's in a pickle.

Also, Lan Wangji is aware of the popular Wuxia trope of "lone survivor of a massacred clan grows up to seek revenge," and the rules say you can't reveal the survivor's identity until they have gotten a job as the bodyguard and/or concubine of their enemy's innocent heir. Sizhui has made a good start by befriending Jin Ling, but he's not showing much inclination to revenge, so Lan Wangji is stuck for now.

Like a Lantern in the Dark

When Wei Wuxian sees the lantern next to Lan Wangji, he breaks into a genuine, sunny smile, and runs up to very gently tease LWJ about it.

Like a lantern in the dark, Follow on now, follow your heart

Back then the lantern had a single rabbit, and was a gift from Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji said he's used to doing things alone, and Wei Wuxian said that he can change. This rabbit lantern has two rabbits, and is about to be a gift from Lan Wangji to Wei Wuxian. Because Lan Wangji has changed.

"Lan Zhan, let's buy it"

Wei Wuxian has also changed. He asks for what he wants, instead of just wishing, and is delighted when Lan Wangji gives it to him. The lantern, people. Lan Wangji gives the lantern to him.

They take the lantern together, walk with it together, and immediately give it to (their son) Sizhui, telling him to take good care of it. Sizhui is confused but Jingyi knows what's up. Look how happy he is that his favorite teacher has a boyfriend.

I'm pretty sure ceremonial lantern-giving is going to be incorporated into Gusu weddings from now on, at least weddings where there is already a kid who needs a special role in the ceremony.

Brotherly

The kids tell Lan Wangji that Zewu-Jun is here to see him, and Lan Wangji makes this face:

Holy fuck, what is going on between the Lan brothers? It occurs to me that we haven't seen them together since Wei Wuxian came back to life. They were close, in the before times, but 33 lashes and 3 years of forced seclusion might have changed things.

Wei Wuxian gets back into his mask, and they go and show the sword spirit to Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen...absorbs it...into his body? What is actually happening here?

I mean, it looks cool, but that can't be healthy.

Now that Nie Mingjue's body has been - mostly - found, his fears are confirmed. He says that Nie Mingjue qi-deviated in public and "all his veins were broken," which I'm pretty sure should actually be translated "all his meridians were broken." Meridians are what carry your qi around your body. After that happened, nobody knew what happened to him and/or his body.

So he's sad about this, but not shocked. I feel like Lan Xichen maybe could have tried harder to find out what happened, but he never was as stubborn as Lan Wangji.

You Don't Know Him Like I Do

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji point out that Jin Guangyao is the obvious suspect in the current situation, but Lan Xichen doesn't want to hear it; he literally turns his back on them while he explains all the reasons Jin Guangyao couldn't be the person who's in control of the Yin tiger seal.

Lan Wangji is hard to read in this conversation; he lets Wei Wuxian do the talking. But he seems deeply suspicious of Jin Guangyao, and is maybe kinda resigned to his brother refusing to hear him.

I wonder how many sketchy things Lan Xichen has forgiven, over the years? How many does Lan Wangji know about?

"He wouldn't do that"

Lan Xichen's statement here is a direct parallel to Lan Wangji's statement way back in epsiode 21, which is the last time we saw the brothers talking about anything besides battle strategy.

Back then, Lan Xichen asked about the deaths at the supervisory office - you know, all those people who killed themselves in horrible ways and/or were killed by vengeful spirits. He wanted to know if WWX killed them using Yin Iron. Lan Wangji said nope, not my sweetie, he sure didn't.

"He wouldn't do anything like that."

Same framing, same camera angle, same blocking. Same message: the one I love would not do bad things using Yin iron. But - here's the thing - Lan Wangji was flat-out lying in that earlier conversation. He saw Wei Wuxian doing forbidden stuff and got in a huge-ass fight with him about it, only to deny it to his brother.

Parallels being what they are in this show, I think this is a strong suggestion that Lan Xichen is knowingly lying in the current conversation.

If we look back at that previous conversation, when Lan Wangji asked Lan Xichen "how can we understand someone's heart?" Lan Xichen gave a surprising answer.

"When looking at someone, you[...]shouldn't use a clear right or wrong, black or white to judge them. What matters is what their heart believes in."

When this conversation happened, it seemed that he was giving Lan Wangji advice about his Wei Wuxian situation, but in retrospect, I think he was thinking about Meng Yao, who had recently murdered a guy and defected to the Wen clan.

In the present moment, I think Lan Xichen knows that Jin Guangyao is sketchy, but he also believes there are some lines his friend won't cross. (He doesn't know yet about the fratricide, patricide, and filicide, or the massacre of the sex workers in the brothel where JGY grew up.) I don't think any of these guys really believes that "Yin iron" is one of those uncrossable lines.

The conversation is interrupted by the juniors having a loud argument inside about whether Wei Wuxian is The Worst, or merely bad. Lan Sizhui started this by very very mildly defending demonic cultivators. Jin Ling is super upset, because of the whole "Wei Wuxian killed my dad" and "Uncle Jiang Cheng frequently reminds me to kill people like Wei Wuxian and feed them to my dog" situation.

Lan Wangji immediately drops the important conversation he is having to go inside and deal with the more important problem of a child talking shit about his boyfriend.

Busted

The moment that Lan Wangji goes inside, Lan Xichen addresses Wei Wuxian by name, letting him know that he's recognized him. Watching him fondle his untouchable didi's shoulder might have been a clue. Wei Wuxian is alarmed but makes a quick recovery.

Lan Xichen is surprisingly kind to Wei Wuxian at the same time as being extremely extremely wary of him. He's not pleased to see him, and Wei Wuxian's 1000 watt smile and apparently genuine pleasure in greeting him properly receives a chilly response.

Wei Wuxian gently asks Lan Xichen to think about what they've discussed, but he doesn't press. He gives him time and space to think. In a way, Wei Wuxian is better at handling Lan Xichen than Lan Wangji is; Lan Wangji's stubbornness makes him inclined to push. Wei Wuxian is better at fitting his tactics to the situation.

He says his bit and then leaves Lan Xichen to think things over in peace.

Soundtrack: Follow the Heart by Yaima

[anniebeemine]

board games- s.r. x oc!daughter

part of It Takes A Village, but doesn't have to be read to understand :)

Spencer sat cross-legged on the floor, setting up the chessboard with careful precision. Naomi had been pestering him to teach her chess for weeks now, and today, he had finally caved. His six-year-old daughter watched from the armchair, her legs tucked underneath her and a doll clutched to her chest. She had been bouncing with excitement earlier, but now that the pieces were laid out in front of her, that enthusiasm had dimmed, replaced with her usual fidgety disinterest.

Spencer glanced up at her, eyebrows raised. “Ready?” he asked, moving one of the pawns forward to start the game. Naomi hummed noncommittally, still twirling the doll’s hair around her finger, barely glancing at the board.

Spencer cleared his throat. “Naomi, you said you wanted to learn how to play chess, remember?”

“Yeah, I know,” she muttered, stretching out in the chair, her sock-covered feet dangling over the armrest. “But there are so many pieces. I thought it’d be faster.”

He smiled patiently, resisting the urge to sigh. Naomi, with her big brown eyes and untamed curly hair, was a whirlwind of energy most days, constantly curious and full of questions. But sitting still? That was a challenge. Today was no exception.

“Well,” he said, moving a knight across the board to demonstrate, “each piece moves differently, and that’s what makes it fun. See? The knight moves in an L-shape. You just have to—”

“Can’t I just play checkers instead?” she interrupted, tilting her head as she poked at one of the pawns with her pinky. “It’s easier. I can move stuff wherever I want.”

Spencer chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Chess and checkers are different. In chess, every piece has its own special way of moving. It’s a little more complicated, but that’s what makes it interesting. You get to think a few steps ahead.”

Naomi frowned, clearly unimpressed by the explanation. She leaned forward lazily, nudging one of the rooks with her doll. “But in checkers, you get to jump over people. Can’t I just do that?”

Spencer’s lips twitched into a smile, though he tried to hide it. “No, you can’t jump over pieces in chess. But I promise it’s just as fun, maybe even more so once you learn all the moves.”

Naomi huffed, crossing her arms and slumping even further into the chair. “This game’s boring. And too slow.”

Spencer raised an eyebrow. “You were really excited about it this morning.”

“Yeah, well, that was before I knew you couldn’t even jump over people,” Naomi grumbled, wriggling further into the armchair as if trying to disappear into it.

Spencer studied her for a moment, deciding to try a different approach. He scooted closer to the coffee table, moving the pieces back into their starting positions. “Okay,” he said, his tone lighter, “how about I teach you a trick instead? There’s this move called ‘castling,’ and it lets you move two pieces at the same time. The king and the rook.”

Naomi perked up a little, her interest momentarily piqued. “Two pieces? At the same time?” she asked, finally leaning forward and putting the doll aside.

“Yep,” Spencer nodded, tapping the rook. “It’s the only time you can do it in chess, but there are some rules. You can’t have moved either the king or the rook before, and there can’t be any pieces between them. It’s a really important move for protecting your king.”

Naomi’s face scrunched up in thought, her brows furrowed in concentration as she eyed the board. “Hmm… so, can I castle now?” she asked, reaching for the rook.

Spencer smiled, though he knew she wasn’t quite getting it yet. “Not yet, you need to clear a path for the king first. But you’re getting there.”

Naomi's attention quickly drifted again, and she moved a pawn in a direction that wasn’t allowed. Spencer sighed softly, trying to keep his frustration at bay. “Remember, pawns only move forward, not sideways.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically and slumped back again, fiddling with the doll's dress. “But why? In checkers, you can move sideways. I don’t get why this has to be so complicated.”

Spencer chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, it’s different, but I promise it gets easier once you understand it.”

Naomi didn’t seem convinced. She let out a long, exaggerated sigh and looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Dad… can we just play something else? Like… Candyland?” She leaned forward, putting her doll on the board as if to make her point. “I’m really good at Candyland.”

Spencer tried to hide his disappointment but knew better than to push her too hard. She was six, after all. “Candyland, huh?” he mused, tilting his head as if considering her suggestion. “Well, I guess that’s a pretty fun game too.”

Naomi’s face lit up with a victorious grin. “Yes! Let’s play that! I get to be the yellow guy!”

Spencer stood up and reached for the game shelf, his heart warming at the sight of her excitement. He might not have succeeded in teaching her chess today, but there would be other days. For now, he was content to let her win at Candyland.

[danmeiljie]

Oh no, He's Hot...

[pinkydevil16]

Benedict Bridgerton x reader: part 2

Part 1

Benedict stood staring at his painting, something didn't feel right, his hands itched to paint more but the figure was blurry. Not just a figure, she was blurry, a skin toned blur with her face and delicate hands. Nothing else could be painted, he felt like he was betraying her even imagining her in such a scandalous way, he'd never thought paintings were truly scandalous, art wasn't scandalous. But this, the way her hands held the dress barely against her body, her eyes staring back at him as he mixed the blue and added it to the fabric concealing her. He hadn't seen her hair in such a state, natural and untamed, just like be saw her. Throwing the paint brush to the side he dug his palms into his eyes and groaned, the images flooding his mind making his skin ablaze.

"I should not be this attached." Benedict mumbled to himself, tossing his head back as he moved away from the painting, sighing to himself as he did.

"Ben? Ben are you in there?" Panicking Benedict threw a blanket over the painting, looking around the room to make sure his others were covered. Anthony opened the door, raising an eyebrow at his brother's state, blue paint coating his eyebrows as he glared at Anthony.

"The L/n's will be here soon and if you plan to woo Y/n i suggest you clean yourself up. And take care of that." Anthony chuckled as he pointed down, Benedict giving him a confused looked before looking down, eyes widening as he threw a rag at his brother cursing.

"Shit, i'll be down soon." Anthony laughed as he closed the door leaving his brother with red cheeks and shame practically seeping from his pores. Benedict slapped his face as he took a deep breathe, looking back at the painting in shame and shaking his head as he rushed to wash and relieve himself. 

Y/n played with her gloves as her Mama spoke to Violet Bridgerton. She could feel the scrutinising gaze of Anthony and Eloise although she assumed the latter was more a questioning scrutiny compared to the judgemental gaze the eldest Bridgerton was giving her. Turning her head she caught his gaze, raising an eyebrow as he stared confidently back before looking away with his hands behind his back. The appearance of a perfect gentleman, but she could read him, could see the way his jaw tensed as she challenged him. It wasn't nearly as fun as when she challenged Benedict, the fun and playfulness of the challenge was no longer there instead she was questioning him.

"Please sit, i'm sure Benedict will be down soon he us just so passionate about his art he sometimes forgets the time." Y/n's Mama let out a small chuckle along with a comment Y/n didn't pay attention to as she looked around. A small cup in her hand as she thanked the maid, her fingers tapping against the porcelain as she smoothed down her dress, a simple dark blue dress her Mama had chosen. 

"Do you agree Y/n?" Snapping her head up Y/n tried to keep back the confused look as Violet and her Mama watched her, waiting for an answer. Her throat dry as she tried to remember what they said but nothing came to her mind.

"I apologise for being late i lost track of time painting." Y/n's eyes were wide as she looked at Benedict, a silent thank you along with pleading eyes, a subtle smirk on his face as he looked at her taking a seat in a chair across.

"It is no worry Mr Bridgerton, may i ask what you were painting?" Y/n spoke softly, her eyes shifting from him to her cup as she took a sip, the two Mama's now chatting away as they hushed their tone to speak about their children. Benedict swallowed as he felt his neck grow hot, the shirt he wore suddenly tight and suffocating as he looked her over, the dark blue beautiful against her skin and a colour he had dabbled with in paintings. 

"Just a few pieces of fruit Miss L/n, i just get lost in the details." Y/n looked him up and down, the small paint stains on his fingers with blues and skin tones making her eyebrow twitch as she wanted to question him further. In truth she wished to see some of his art, she was told time and again of his passion yet had never been privy to it.

"Well i would love to see your work sometime, i am a fan of art and your passion must be well founded." Her voice teased slightly but he knew she was genuine, a compliment that added to the heat under his collar, he was a mess and every comment she made was a temptation. He'd heard the men talk about the temptation of women, mostly of how they wanted to corrupt the innocent women of the ton but he had never thought of it. He would find a low cut dress to be desirable, the women he drew at parties and the way they would pull his collar to entice him, all deliberate, never had he been so entrapped by an innocent action such as how Y/n ran her hands along the chair. How the dark blue contrasted against her skin and pulled his eyes down, her hair down but meticulously pinned to frame her face, he wanted to be closer and see if her eyes had a mixture of colours instead of the singular one he painted. He felt addicted, taking in every detail down to the small embroidery on her dress, the length of her nails and what tone of blush coated her cheeks. He could sketch her from memory, wanted to sketch her now so she could see how he saw her but he didn't trust himself to be a gentleman the way she deserved. 

"Won't you show her Benedict?" His thoughts were broken, his eyes glazed as he realised there were many eyes on him, including Y/n's pointed ones, he had been caught again. This time by too many that he was now glowing red as she hid a small smile, Eloise holding back a comment from where she sat across the room reading.

"Of course, i will show Y/n." Benedict responded quickly, Violet's eyes lighting up as he agreed, standing quickly as she called for a maid.

"How delightful, we shall stay and finish our cake." Y/n stood as Benedict gulped, the situation hitting him as Y/n and the maid followed behind, someone to ensure they were supervised but able to sink into the walls. Benedict could feel the sweat as he loosened his collar, opening his art room door as he looked at all the covered canvases, praying she would be content to look at his other pieces and not question.

"Wow." Y/n's voice was gentle as she looked around, Benedict watching her as her hand ran along the wood, paint stains covering where he'd spent hours pouring over canvases. 

"Some aren't able to be seen yet, i don't like to show unfinished work." Y/n nodded, her voice stuck in her throat as she approached a finished piece, a sunset with lilies growing in a meadow, her fingers reaching out to touch it before she pulled them back. 

"It won't break if you touch it." Benedict echoed her own words making a small smile grow on her face as she turned to face him, his eyes staring into her as she searched his face.

"You are very talented Benedict, this is...stunning." Benedict was glad she turned away, the comment making him transfer his hands in front of his hips, his eyes now transfixed on how her dress sat against her body. Watching as she raised her hand to graze along his paint lines, unable to see her face as she touched each flower, each handstroke as though she could feel him painting it. 

"Thank you, but i'm only an amateur, perhaps one day i will deserve such praise." Y/n didn't speak for a moment as she moved away, her back to Benedict as she ran her hand along the covered canvas without a thought. 

"You deserve such praise for this work, i cannot imagine the beauty you're hiding behind this cloth but i will respect your talent. Although i would love to see it once you've finished if you'll let me." Y/n turned her head as she spoke, Benedict was transfixed as she walked around staring at any piece she could although he could see the curiosity in her eyes. He wanted to show her but he knew it would be scandalous, would make her run from the house and he would never see her again. Instead he handed her a small piece of parchment paper, her fingers brushing against his as she gave him a smirk, opening it to gaze at the painting of them dancing.

"I made this the first night we met." Y/n licked her lips and ran her finger over the paper before placing it down and playing with the side of the wooden table.

"That's lovely Benedict, but it's not being friends." Y/n was nervous as she spoke, she had been clear she wished for friendship with the second son, and she thought he wanted it too but this was intimate. 

"I...i meant nothing by the art, i was inspired and didn't think." Benedict could feel the distance grow, her body language cutting him off as she tapped her nails against the wood and stared down at the paper, his anxiety sky rocketing as she picked it up.

"It is wonderful. Thank you, you captured it beautifully." Y/n looked up at Benedict as she spoke, his stomach tightening as he held his breathe, not letting out the air in his lungs until she gave him a smile. His lips cracking into a matching one as she handed him the paper, his hands almost grasping hers as she let go, the faint heat from her skin prickling against his cold one. 

"Mr Bridgerton, Miss L/n, a lunch has been prepared in the garden." Y/n nodded as she side stepped Benedict, his heart beating as her arm grazed his, passing him slowly as he spun and walked to catch up. Extending his arm to her, feeling her fingers wrap around his bicep as she sent him a grin, the pair following the maid as she guided them to the lunch. 

[daddyhausen]

Can we get 1, 9, 10, 13 from the NSFW prompt list with Kenny Omega and both of the Young Bucks please and thank you

• strangers in the dark — the elite •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { kenny omega masterlist } | { matt jackson masterlist } | { nick jackson masterlist }

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{ summary } — their lust, raw and untamed. they set their sights on you and we’re going to have you by any means necessary

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } cnc, spanking, free use, degradation, sexual humiliation, group sex, face slapping, public sex, groping, car sex, fingering, corruption, dacryphilia male masturbation, oral sex { male + female receiving }, throat fucking, anal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotetcted sex, male + female orgasms, throatpie, internal cumshots, cumshots, facials, anal creampie, squirting

{ word count } — 1.7k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x kenny omega + matt jackson + nick jackson

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @cosmoholic13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell l @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @elsteenerico @igncrxntripley

{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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{ 1 } — i love it when you moan my name

{ 9 } — you can get louder, can’t you?

{ 10 } — look at what you do to me

{ 13 } — if you wanna cum you better beg

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the three of them had you surrounded

backed up against the car door, surrounded by empty vehicles in the seemingly lifeless gym car park

it was dark, the gym practically deserted at this hour

you’d seen them working out a mere hour previously,

having caught their names while they were chatting amongst themselves yet unable to fully distinguish who was who

you assumed the two brunettes were brothers, they looked similar enough

matt and nick, you heard the blonde one call them, yet you did not know which one was which

you felt their glances peer at you from time to time but thought nothing of it

unknowing that they had lust filled eyes for you

their eyes stared deep into you

scanning your flesh as if you were a simple piece of meat in their eyes

nick grabbed both your arms, locking them behind your back with one hand as he snuck behind you

a large palm fell to your right breast, groping the pillowy flesh underneath your sports bra

a smirk fell to his lips, a deep chuckle rumbled against the skin of your neck

“don’t be afraid of us angel, we just wanna have some fun with you”

nick pressed his hips against you, his erection evident against your ass

kenny and matt admired the boldness of the youngest of their trio

matt’s eyes fell to the waistband of your gym shorts, noticing the thin material beginning to soak through

without warning, he stuffed his hand into them

gathering your wetness onto the pad of his fingertips

adoring the way you writhed back against the feeling

hips almost instinctively grinding back against his younger brother’s cock

“looks like she’s enjoying herself, she’s fucking soaked”

matt pulled his fingers from beneath the fabric

bringing his soaked fingers to your tightly pressed lips

him having to pry the petal coloured buds open with his fingers

essentially forcing you to taste yourself

the sensation left you choking and sputtering around his fingertips

hot tears brimmed your water lines as he finally allowed you to breath

yet despite the burning sensation in your throat you enjoyed the taste of yourself

your teary eyes fell to kenny, who merely stood back and watched the scene unfold

his cock pressed firm against his sweatpants, the outline evident in the grey fabric

he made strides towards you slowly, the brothers still having their way with you

you doing nothing to stop their torment, thoroughly enjoying the way they held you in suspense

“look at what you do me”

he forced your head down, tightly gripping the back of your head so that you were now staring at his crotch

he pried the waistband of his sweatpants down, revealing just how hard he had become at the sight

before shielding his modesty once more

kenny reached into your gym bag, fishing around for your car keys

dangling them around in front of your eyes before tossing them to matt who promptly unlocked the car

nick handed you to kenny, who kept you firmly planted against his chest

entering the back seat and quickly ridding himself of his sweatpants

kenny’s lips instantly locking with yours, with surprisingly little resistance on your part

sure, the situation was not ideal

yet you could not seem to find yourself fighting back or rebutting

“now, princess…” kenny began, voice as dark and sultry as ever

“you gonna be a good girl for us and let us play with you?”

you nodded, far too eager given your current predicament

“good” he remarked

matt was far too impatient to get things started, fingers grasping at your thin sports bra

ripping the fabric clean in half

your breasts now exposed to their gaze

you gasped at the sudden chill of air that washed over your nipples

perking the sensitive buds up instantly

“matt be careful, you don’t wanna scare her off now do we?”

the younger looking of the two, who you had calculated must be nick, remarked to his brother, stroking his cock while his ocean blues stared you down

matt batted his long eyelashes with a display of faux innocence, toying with the ripped fabric between his fingertips

“oh sweet brother, you don’t have to be a gentleman” matt remarked, flailing his hands in a mildly exaggerated manner

“kenny said we could be rough with her” matt’s words made your blood run cold, although you were not sure if with fear or anticipation

“besides, she deserves it after that little show she put on for us back there”

what show?! the last thing you remember doing were squats in the mirror and it surely was not for their enjoyment

“oh yeah…you’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you, angel?” nick interjected, through a groan

“teasing us with that pretty little ass of yours-“

“enough talk” the blonde, kenny had forcibly turned you around, pushing you to your knees

the gravel was coarse against your knees, making you wince poking the skin as he held your head still, facing nick’s cock

kenny’s fingers knotted in your scalp, slowly pushing your face closer to nick’s crotch

“let’s see how much of a slut she really is”

kenny forced your head down, lips pried open by the tip of nick’s cock

the youngest of the three quickly asserting his dominance, taking your head from kenny’s grasp as you whimpered and choked around his surprisingly large size

“shit, look at her! i’ve never seen a slut more hungry for cock” matt remarked despite your obvious attempts to free yourself

feeling utterly humiliated under their gaze

kenny and matt sat back for a moment, simply watching the sight unfold

the blonde reached into his sweatpants, prying his cock from the thick fabric, pre-cum coating his tip as he slowly began to pump himself

matt felt himself grow hard, secretly wishing you were choking on his cock instead of his brother’s

nick gripped the car door, his knuckles burning bone white with pleasure

quickly he pried your head up, at least allowing you to breathe for a moment

“nick…” you whimpered, more like a plea than a statement of his name as air finally entered your lungs

hot tears rolled down your cheeks, begging for the torment to stop

nick’s cock twitched at the sound of his name leaving your puffy lips

aroused at how well it rolled of your tongue

“i love it when you moan my name, angel”

he was quick to resume his movements

stuffing his cock down your throat just as quickly as he pried it out

kenny thought it was his turn to interject

offering matt a parting glance for the moment as he stood behind you

the blonde propped you up, now standing slightly, mouth still full with nick

kenny, doing as matt had previously done and ripped your gym shorts clean in half

he motioned for the older brother to join him, matt’s eyes lit up at the direction

“eat her out while i fuck her ass”

matt’s smirk only grew upon kenny’s instructions

positioning himself underneath you, your folds laced with your wetness, he could practically smell how sweet you were

stroking his cock as the tip of his nose nestled in between your folds

kenny lined his cock up with your puckered hole, not even bothering to at least use his spit as lube

he wanted to force his cock deep into you, feel how well your tight hole takes his size

he wanted to hear you scream and beg for even a shred of mercy

kenny filled you deeply, even with some resistance from your tiny hole

your mildly pained screams muffled around nick’s shaft, he was mesmerised by the sound of your cries

matt wasted no time, diving in tongue first, adoring the way you tried to desperately to pry your cunt away from his tongue

it proved futile as it only sent your back against kenny’s cock

“c’mon, princess. you can get louder, can’t you?”

kenny mocked as both brother’s lungs filled with sadistic laughter

matt’s tongue vibrated against your cunt, sending shockwaves down your thighs

nicks cock throbbed in the back of your throat, signalling his end nearing

and you must admit, despite the mental turmoil, you adored the way kenny’s cock stretched out your puckered hole.

“oh fuck-“ nick came down your throat with no warning,

his hot seed feeling like it was filling your lungs with the amount he had released.

he pulled out of your throat, the sound of your choked moans was heavenly, like a choir of angels.

“shit i think she’s close-“ matt remarked, adding his index and middle finger to aid in your pleasure

pumping your swollen cunt while his tongue teased your aching clit

nick harshly slapped your cheek, the buildup of colour burning your flesh

repeating the action until your skin stained pink with his hand print

“if you wanna cum, you better beg, sweetheart”

matt’s breathy words fluttered delicately against your clit despite how violently he was eating you out

kenny offered harsh slaps to your ass, a form of motivation for himself to cum as he watched the flesh jiggle with each slap and thrust he gave

“please…please…”

your begs sounded so hopeless and pathetic, just the way they loved it

kenny was quick to fill you up, his seed dripping from your puckered hole as he pulled out

such a delicious sight it was

matt grew impatient with your lack of orgasm up until this point

increasing the speed and force of his fingers as well as his tongue

he could not help but cum himself

his cum splashing onto your stomach

dripping down your thighs and cunt in small beads of white

“fucking cum you stupid whore, he hasn’t got all night”

nick slapped your cheek once more, the initial sensation made your cunt quiver around matt’s tongue

eventually spilling over, sweetness glistening in his dark beard as he drank you in

the three of them stood around as you lay helpless and naked in the gravel

staring you down like vicious wolves after using you

“what shall we do with her now?” kenny questioned the brothers as they tried to regain her breath

matt turned to his younger brother, shrugging at the blondes question

“lets take her home with us” nick proposed

“i bet she’ll be very useful to us”

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[lilacskiesapothecary]

“…Always watching…”

L x You

L, driven by his insatiable curiosity, starts to surveillance you to gain information. “With every step I take, I find myself drawn to your enigmatic light, compelled to uncover the secrets that lie within your mysterious existence.”

“As I observe from the shadows, my curiosity intensifies, fueled by the desire to unravel the truth. Your every move becomes a puzzle I'm determined to solve, your actions holding the key to understanding your enigma. But amidst my relentless pursuit of knowledge, something unexpected happens.”

“A connection begins to form, a bond that transcends the boundaries of my investigation. Your presence awakens emotions within me that I never thought possible. I'm torn between my duty as a detective and the growing affection I feel for you. It's a conflict that consumes me, as I grapple with the line between my investigation and matters of the heart.”

“Yet, danger lurks in the shadows, threatening to expose our fragile connection. Your secrets become entangled with my own, and the consequences of my actions loom over us. Can I protect you from the darkness that surrounds us? Can the love I have for you withstand the storms that lie ahead?”

“As the story unfolds, I find myself facing my deepest fears and questioning the very nature of justice. You become my solace in a world filled with chaos and despair. I’ve become enthralled by your hair as it dances in the wind, a wild and untamed beauty that matches the darkness within my own soul. I am drawn to the way you apply your makeup, a skillful artistry that accentuates your alluring features, like a seductive mask hiding secrets beneath. And when your laughter echoes through the night, it's a haunting melody that stirs a deep longing within my heart.”

“But amidst the beauty and passion, there is also a sense of danger. I know that the path I tread is fraught with shadows and uncertainty. Yet, I cannot resist the pull, the magnetic force that draws me closer to the you. In your laughter, I find solace and a fleeting glimpse of light in the darkness, a reminder that even in the depths of my twisted fantasy , there is still a glimmer of hope.”

Thank you for reading!🌸

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[ruthplaysthesims]

Nikolai Valerio (24) Genuis • Reserved • Ambitious

"He is a rather... mysterious character. The minute he walked into the magical house, the air seemed to change... in a rather frightening way.. and I love it" - L. Faba, Sage of the Mischief

"His magical prowess is something I have never witnessed before. A very quick learner and he is very close to being a virtuoso. I wish I could say his social skills were as good... He rarely speaks. I don't think I've ever heard him say a word to anyone.." - Simeon Silversweater, Sage of the Practical.

"No one knows where he's from.. He just showed up out of nowhere and next thing you know, he's popular among the Spellcasters. I even overheard Mr. Silversweater and L. Faba talking about passing the baton to him when they retire. WHAT?! I don't know where this heterochromatic goon came from, but he better go back, because I plan on being the next sage!" - Tomax Colette

"Not only is he amazing at magic, but he's also very handsome!! He's a package deal. I mean, don't get me wrong, I know I made a deal with Tomax, but I really would like to challenge Nikolai to a duet. It would be a show!! I really wish he'd speak sometimes... Do you think he's mute??" - Grace Anansi

"Ah, finally. Someone worthy of my time and attention. Putting aside the fact he is quite unique in the physical aspect, his talent is something I admire. Whenever there's a duel that involves him, everyone, including the sages are in attendance to watch. I don't think he's ever been defeated. I did make a bet with Silversweater. Should he lose one duel, the moonstone I possess is his to keep. I am elated to say I still have my moonstone" - Morgyn Ember, Sage of the Untamed.

[wangxianficfinder]

Is there a fanon vs canon (book/CQL/animation/audio) listing somewhere? For example, is LWJ cooking for WWX canon or simply some tooth rotting fanon? I'm only halfway through the book, and have never watched the animation or audio drama, etc etc, inquiring minds want to know!

I have a very faint memory of a blog like that but I can't remember if it was for MDZS or some other fandom 😅 Perhaps others have a better memory than me

~Mod L

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Hello! For Canon, I know there's this fic 🔒List of Differences Between Modao Zushi and CQL/The Untamed by Unforth (Not Rated, 3k, Meta, Fanwork Research & Reference Guides, Nonfiction, Cross-Posted on Tumblr) from our Fanwork Research and Reference Guides compilation and for Fanon, I found this TV Tropes page.

- Mod C

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danmeireader: there's a @mdzs-fanon-exposed but i believe it's currently on hiatus? (the first one was for svsss)

Oh that's the one! Thank you 😊 ~Mod L

mdzs-fanon-exposed: by the way – here's a post about lwj's cooking (wink wonk)...

[m-jelly]

Glowing Neon

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Future AU, romance, fluff, established couple, smut, body-loving, lovemaking, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, praise kink, loving Levi, cybernetics, scarred Levi, tattooed Levi.

Concept: Your lover Levi decides to worship your body in front of the window of his home as it rains. He takes his time showering you in love and affection.

This piece was inspired by a song from Blade runner called love theme.

Taglist: @ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @nbinairyn @youre-ackermine @strawberrybunny123 @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @demonsimp6

The rain poured from the sky and trickled down the window. Droplets impacted with neon signs, lights and floating adverts. Flying cars raced by as people went home. Soft sounds of music and voices from adverts fought the loud roar of the rain falling down.

Windows on the tall highrise buildings were lit up. Behind each window was a different person, a different story and a different life. Behind a large circular window lay a naked form upon a bed of cushions and blankets. The room was dark like the night outside with only a few neon lights dancing on exposed skin.

A soft hand with calloused parts ran over your hip and down to your pelvis. Soft warm lips gently placed against the back of your sending a tingle up your spine. Raven hair danced and tickled on your skin causing you to shiver.

You flicked your gaze down your naked form to watch the right hand of your lover move up your body. You admired the two black cybernetic fingers with red lights that flashed to the beating of his heart. Your hair stood on end as his hands drifted along your curves until they caressed your breast and nipple.

Delicate and loving kisses drifted up your arm, each kiss long and intentional. His two cyber fingers pressed together with your nipple between them. You released a soft moan as heat danced between your legs.

A warm muscular body firmly pressed against your back and cradled you close. Muscles shifted and flexed as excitement drifted through the man behind you. A small press of the hips caused a thick erection to nestle itself between your plump buttocks. You sighed as you felt the gentle twitching of desire as blood throbbed into the thick cock.

You turned your head causing your hair to tumble over your shoulder like a delicate caress. You locked eyes with brilliant steel-blue ones. You admired the possessive love that sparkled within them. His pupils were wide and reflected the deep burning desire within the man for you.

His thick neck shifted as he moved closer to you, his target your soft lips. You hummed sweetly as he pressed his warm lips against yours. A gentle breath of warm air fluttered from his nose and caressed your sensitive skin. His big hand squeezed your plump breast as the need for each other's flesh increased.

You gently shifted your leg and arched your back allowing you to lean into your lover. You gasped softly as his erect slid down your buttocks to lightly caress your wet slit. You reached down and lovingly cupped his penis before pressing his engorged tip into your welcoming wet pussy. You gasped against Levi's lips as he slowly pressed himself into your hot, wet, silken walls.

Levi placed delicate kisses along your neck as you leaned your head against your arm and sighed. His loving hand dragged down your warm body to firmly grasp your hip. You turned your head and exposed the back of your neck as you moaned.

Levi's movements were soft at first. His thick erection would drag in and out of your hot hole. Your soft pants came out hot against the floor in a passionate heated dew. Your body was worshipped and caressed by a possessive lover. You were adored and loved by an untamable amount.

You shifted your head to lock eyes with the man you held in your heart. You softly smiled at him as you reached and caressed his soft delicate hair in your hand. You pulled him closer and pressed a loving kiss against his lips. Your tongue slipped between his plump lips and met with his hot tongue. You both moved together as one as his penis caressed the inside of your pussy.

Levi pulled back as he moved a little faster. He rolled his hips against you allowing him to press every inch of you. He wanted to feel all of you and needed you to feel all of him. He massaged your body under his loving touch as his lips never left yours. His tongue danced with yours as soft smiles spread on loving lips.

You gasped a little and took in as much air as possible. You panted as you felt the warm tingle of your coil tightening up inside you. You whimpered as you gazed at your lover. "Levi."

Levi smiled softly at you. He saw you were breathless at from his natural charm. Little did he smile, but it was truly impactful upon you. You were lost to him in a dream-like bliss. You were entranced by him and he knew he had you wrapped up in his loving world.

He growled your name in a deep moan. "I love you." He squeezed your hip to add more impact to his words. "I love you so much, my beautiful neon flower." His teeth lightly nipped at your sensitive shoulder. "How I adore you so, my beautiful and sexy neon flower." He panted a little as he felt your silken walls clench him over and over. "You are mine, all mine."

You closed your eyes as you embraced the pleasure throbbing through you. Gone were the sounds of the rain, music and adverts outside. Your ears were filled with the sounds of Levi's loving words as he made love to you against the floor of his home.

You clenched up and whimpered as you felt your coil threaten to break. You shivered and moved against Levi before clenching him tightly. Your pussy released its hold upon him before softly massaging him as a burning orgasm tingling up your spine and into your skull.

You felt breathless as you enjoyed the burning pleasure that moved through you. "Levi."

Levi stilled his hips and held your warm body against his own. He decorated you in small kisses as you drifted through a river of pleasure. He removed his cock from your warm embrace. He shifted you to lie on your back so he could fully see the woman that you were.

Levi moved to lean over you. His raven hair framed his face as his eyes sparkled with love. His fingers moved into your soft hair and gently played. He pressed his cock deep into you. His body rested against yours, both of you chest-to-chest. Eyes scanned each other as you both paused for a moment to embrace the moment.

A gentle smile spread over Levi's lips before he began moving his body against yours. His soft pelvis grazed against your plump clit. His hot breath gently danced on your skin as he moved with you. His loving gaze never left yours. He kept you locked in a loving admiring look.

You caressed his puffy cheek and down to his strong jawline. You moaned at each thrust from his hips as you admired the beauty that was him. You flicked your gaze to the bulging muscles that shifted and flexed with each movement he made. His powerful muscles were tamed by the loving thoughts he had for you.

Your back arched from the cool floor below slowly getting heated by your hot body. You tangled your legs around his small hips and plump buttocks. You whimpered and mewled as his cock pressed deep within you and delicately kissed your cervix. He stretched your walls with every calculated thrust sending shockwaves of euphoria to throb through you.

Your lips parted as gentle pants and moans of pleasure escaped you. Each moan was a loving song to the man above you. Your cheeks flushed as Levi released gentle moans above you. Your heart fluttered in your chest as his sounds of pleasure overtook the sounds of the outside world. You felt consumed and embraced by the love of Levi.

You leaned your head back and gazed at the neon lights dancing on the ceiling, along with the shadows of the running rain against the window. You moved your attention to Levi to see the neon lights flashing against his pale skin dotted with artist tattoos, some dedicated to you.

Levi pressed his lips against yours. "You feel so good, so hot, so wet." He grunted as his cock twitched within you. "You are mine, all mine." He dragged his hand down your head and slipped it over your neck. With a delicate touch, he squeezed the sides of your neck making you moan. "You're my girl, my good girl, my neon flower." He turned your head and ran his hot tongue against your cheek. "Mine to spoil, worship, adore, devour and love." He moaned your name. "I love you. You're so perfect. You feel so good."

You shivered in delight. "Levi."

He pressed his lips against your ear. "My love, my darling, my everything."

You gripped his body tightly as you felt your walls collapse. You cried out as your body spasmed from the tidal wave of your orgasm. You embraced the rush that burned through your veins and tingled your fingertips and toes. You smiled as you felt cradled in a delicate bliss.

Levi gave you a caring smile as he admired you in your afterglow. His fingers moved in your hair as his gaze dragged over your face. He moved his hands from you before looping under your legs. He softly pressed the against you and raised your hips into a mating press.

He gently kissed your swollen lips as he pumped his thick cock into you. He watched you closely as he used his power to move hard into you. He admired the way you moaned and clung to him. Your face was a perfect reflection of the pleasure that was igniting between the two of you.

Every inch of your pussy was caressed and kissed by his thick hard penis. He took the lead in this dance of pleasure. He moved your body in such a pleasurable way. A pulse of bliss pumped through you both with every beat of your hearts. Soft panting filled the room as you both moved closer to your loving end.

A deep growl moan emitted from Levi as he felt his balls tighten. His mind was racing with the thoughts of filling you to the brim. He wanted to pour his seed into you. He desired and craved to claim you fully by turning your silken pussy walls white. He moved with you as the heat rose between the two of you.

Your fingers tangled in his raven locks. "Levi, I love you." You smiled as he moved harder and faster at your words. "I love you so much." You panted as you felt a familiar tightening of your coil. "You're my everything, mine, my world. I love you."

Moans filled the room as bodies moved faster together as words of love fluttered through the air. Tangled bodies tingled and burned as pleasure ignited. Hands grabbed and clung to bodies as the end of bliss grew near. Lips locked with each other to press love into each other's souls.

You threw your head back as a moan erupted from you. You smiled as your legs shook at the euphoria taking you over. Stars sparkled in your eyes as you let go of everything. You melted against the floor as you rode out the pleasure burning through every inch of you.

Levi grunted as your walls massaged his cock. He kept moving down into you before his body could no longer control itself. He cried out as his balls tightened and ribbons of his hot sperm shot deep into your pussy. You both moaned together as you were pumped full.

Your legs softly fell to the floor once Levi released them. He lay against your delicate body as his lips moved with yours. His tongue pushed into your mouth and began caressing yours. You shared loving kiss after loving kiss as Levi stayed connected to you.

He released your lips and smiled at you. "I love you." He caressed your cheek. "Forever and always."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and giggled. "I love you too. I'll always love you. I am yours."

Levi purred at you. "My girl."