#nie's fics

[gayhoediaz]

I am going to marry you.

The thought catches Buck slightly off guard, as he sits there in the morning sunshine, holding hands with a man whose coffee order he can't even manage to get right - yet.

It's early - he knows that - it's hardly something he would ever allow himself to say out loud at this point - but it doesn't feel... irrational, it doesn't feel rushed, it doesn't feel as if he's leaping head first into something that could be unsafe.

I am going to marry you, the thought echoes again - and its voice doesn't carry with it any hint of desperation - he's not clinging to a possible future with Tommy until his fingers bleed because he just wants it to work - he has done that before, with other people - he knows what that feels like. That is not this.

I am going to marry you, the voice echoes a third time, and it doesn't sound like a mantra, or a wish - it sounds like... an exhale. It doesn't sound like please, please be the one, please love me - not at all - instead, it sounds like... there you are. I've been looking for you. I can't wait to get to know you. I can't wait to fall in love with you. I'm not worried. I know we have everything in front of us, and I can't wait.

There is no rush to get there - not at all; Buck is excited for the journey to get there - but somehow, in his bones - he knows.

This man is my future.

[theresa-draws]

“I will return when my business is done. No sooner.”

“No later,” Jiang Cheng responded. “I will be waiting.”

-- overcover, albicans

[add1ctedt0you]

Now I have to remember you for longer than I have known you, C. C. Aurel

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This one is dedicated to @shirokokuro, who made a lifeguard AU fic to fill the void where there was none.

Read it here! It's great: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51598429

[littlesmartart]

a goofy doodle from a scene in this monday's chapter of The Waves are Rising and Rising! da-ge your titties are too distracting pls put them away for poor lan xichen's sake!!

[benevolenterrancy]

@hereticcryptid i'm late responding to this prompt, but have a continuation on baxia and hensheng wanting more cuddles than one would normally expect from a spiritual sword!

[qiu-yan]

shenshen = qin su

[lgbtlunaverse]

So since mxtx has said that in novel canon nie huaisang is eventually going to end up being chief cultivator we can presume the headshaker thing, while based on his existing personality, was in fact an act and he is way more competent at his job than he's let on. And with Jin Guangyao dead and gone he has no reason to put on that act anymore.

Imagine being an Nie cultivator. Your flopppy incompetent sect leader comes home from traumatic events after it turns out his older brother's sworn brother- who's been over to your sect basically every other week for years now- is the one that killed said brother and you're fully prepared for tears and dramatics. And while you definitley don't like lianfang-zun since it just came out he killed your last (way more competent) sect leader he was sorta the one holding the sect together so you're bracing yourself for the worst, and instead he's... stoic? Paperwork is suddenly getting done well and on time without help. He's not wailing during negotiations anymore and you're getting actual good trade deals for the first time in over a decade. He answers questions now? With something other than "I don't know i don't know i really don't know!"

And even if you had none of the revelations wei wuxian had in guanyin temple, slowly the realization creeps up on you that all his earlier embarassing antics that cost your family their comfortable livelihoods and your sect their good name was on purpose. And from there it's not that hard to put two and two together. The rest of the cultivation world assumes the shock of jin guangyao's betrayal has finally forced the headshaker to grow up a little but you have worked side by side with him for a decade, probably even watched him grow up under his brother's rule. You know better.

How do you feel at that point? What can you even do? He's your sect leader. And he's finally doing his job, things are looking up, shouldn't you feel relieved? It' not like his incompetence really caused any deaths among the nie, just wiped out generational wealth and reputation that will take years and years to build back up. Is it really reasonable to only start hating someone for something when they've stopped doing it? Thereby proving that they were capable of stopping all along?

[arminzblackbimbo]

i do (wanna get close to you)

part (۶९)

armin alert x blackfem!reader x connie springer

tw: mdni, poly relationship, boy x boy moments, double penetration, nipple play, cervix touching, "bubba" as an endearment, connie is dominant, anal sex, ass eating, spit play, different perspectives, mating press, spitting in mouth, praise, choking, lots of talking during sex, a lil long sorry, and crying kink

late at night when you've all showered, eaten, and all ready to get into bed after leaving the dinner table. all dressed up in your silky nightgown

all settling into bed. getting comfortable under the covers snuggling with each other, two bodies on either side off you keeping you warm. snuggling into them both. enjoying their company

your getting comfortable ready to go to sleep, when suddenly connie flips you over on your back laying on top of you while armin snuggles with the both of you.

driffing slowly to sleep you start to feel little wet kisses to your neck, you feel slight sucking from his lips. you softly moan at the sensation, you look to the side to give more accesss allowing you to look at armin softly sleeping still gripping onto you in his sleep while connie is just moving his lips

you feel him start to move from your neck to your chest sucking on the skin of your breast that are still concealed by your nightgown. "baby, you ok ?" you ask while you pet the top of his head softly. you know sometimes he can get needy for attention when he gets really sleepy.

" i just need to love on you" he says quietly looking up at you as pulls the front of your nightgown down. reaching his hands to cup each breast, holding them in his hands groaning at the weight of them "can't love on you baby ?" he moves down and give each breast a tender kiss.

"n-n no of course it's ok baby i just thought you were sleep" you stammer as he pokes his tongue along your hard pebbles. sucking softly on you, trying to soothe himself. his body sometimes getting to hot for him to handle, his blood boiling with attraction.

connie is swirling his tongue around the whole of the areola using his whole mouth to suction and suck on your breasts. moving to the other side of your chest, he pulls away and you think he's done and ready to roll over and cuddle into bed

"open your mouth, pretty" you obey him, tiredly open wide for him. awaiting for his next move, your eyes fluttering when you feel his saliva hit the back of your throat. he is just watching you. "swallow it" he says firmly.

satisfied when your throat contracts and you open your mouth to show him no evidence. he pulls his head back to spit on each nipple. your nightgown fully on except for the front that's pulled down for connie's pleasure. your legs wrapped tightly around connies waist and slowly massaging the back of his head. your used to their antics and how insatiable they both can be for you.

armin can feel some movement from you in his arms. he slowly pulls his eyes open watching connie's spit slide down the curve of your breast while he works his mouth with his eyes closed.

you feel armin grip onto you tighter causing you turn to him. seeing his pretty smile when you turn your face towards him. you can see the tired in his eyes. connie is still suckling eagerly. twirling his tongue around you

he is so sleepy he just moved his face next to connies kissing your soft skin of your chest. so he can suck on you too, so he can rest on your chest. but connie doesn't let him ignoring his soft please and begging

armin is pouting. mad he can't suck on your breasts because connie is being greedy. hungrily sucking on them just making armin watch while his lip pokes out. your soft moans adding to his anger he wants to make you feel good too.

you watch them just amused that they are both act like this. "come here, bubba" connie head is now up saliva coating his lips as he calls to armin. "you with this pouting shit, come 'ere" connie's face still close your breast he can see armin eye them. he pulls his chin so their faces are touching "stop with all that pouting, i'm not playin' " he can see slight tears in his eyes.

he kisses him slowly to stop his lip from trembling. holding his jaw, to move his head as his lips are softly moving against his. "your being greedy" armin whines out when he pulls away. armin is always pouting and or whining but he knows that's connie soft spot for him. knowing the pitch pulls at his heart

connie starts to feel bad knowing he just wanted to suckle on your chest too. he lets out a big breath knowing he is falling for armins trap. "you can have her for the night, im sorry for being greedy baby " kissing him so deeply it makes you feel tingly. seeing their tongues crashing over your chest. connie pulls away to see his swollen lips and his face being a light pink color. from his blood rushing to his face. "you better dick her down good or else nobody going to sleep"

you swallow deeply while armin replaces where connie was on top of you. while you whine missing his warmth and mouth on your breast. your feeling a heat so intense in your stomach.

" 'min, it aches" you grab onto him. abdomen clenching feeling his body weight on you. your body betraying you from the sleep you wanted so bad. now you want armin to scratch the itch deep inside of you.

armins pecking your lips. now wide awake, working his tongue with yours gently. "mmh i know, i know baby" he speaks against your lips. moving his hands around your body. reaching for your nightgown and sliding it off your body

not wasting time in sliding those skimpy underwear off. watching the wetness web out when we works them off of you. "your so pretty baby" connie whispers in your ear, he lays beside you watching armin strip you of your clothes.

connie is satisfied when he sees your naked body shining in the rooms low light. seeing armin strip out his boxers, leaving his body clean off any clothes. connie loves how both of you being naked makes him jump in his boxers. so beautiful and you both are just for him.

armin moves to spread your legs wide. just so he can look at you. admire your body and how the puffiness between your thighs pulses with need. "armin please i need you" your so needy for him, begging for him

he sees the way your chubby pussy lips spread more when your legs move farther back. he always been in awe off the fattiness of your pretty pussy. 

he moves to softly pats his length against you, watching the fat of your lower lips cling to him. making contact with your clit causing your body to shiver. the pleasure making you forget connie is right next to you until you feel his lips sucking on the column of your throat. the feeling has you veins pulsing.

"bubba hand me a pillow please" armin soft voice comes into the air. he is itching to get inside you. waiting for connie to grab the pillow. seeing connie separate from your throat to tend to armin. he goes to hand him the pillow but when he reaches for it connie grabs his hand and pulls him toward him

connie sticking his tongue down his throat. lips smacking against each other. kissing him hard not letting him come up for air. moving his hand to grip his dick with his fist. tightly around the tip. asserting dominance against him. armin is so sensitive he can only take so much of the assault of connie's rough hands squeezing him tightly.

"fuck her good" connie whispered against him. they talk about you like your not there. spit coating both of their lips while your just watching them, when connie lays back in his position next to you. excited for what's to come when armin slides the pillow under your ass. hosting you up and creating a soft cushion for you.

he now has you ready. no need to prep you when you juices leak onto the pillow already becoming moist with your wetness. taking those pretty legs and sliding them to dig into the sheets around you. knees pressing by your waist. causing you to leak out even more. the daydreams of this simple placing of your legs had you whining.

every time your in this position they act like wild animals "be gentle please" you whisper, nervous that he is going to be rough with you, rearrange your insides.

"i will baby, i will" he so erect, so hard that the length of him is becoming a flush red color. he so ready to have you. seeing those fat lips spread so wide for him clit sticking out into the air, puffy with neediness.

situating himself so he can push into you. his tip contacting with the wetness of you. feeling slight pressure when he prods into you. feeling the tension in your walls when he moves further into you.

his width spreading you little by little, still pushing in when you whine so loud for him. half of his wide erection reaches so deep it cause you to grip connie's hand and clench your walls up tightly. both of your moans so erotic that connie feels rock solid in his boxers.

connie's in you ear "just relax, baby you can do it. your doing so good" whispering to relax you and let armin all the way in but you can't. your trying to defend your cervix against armins hard tip he's already so deep into you. you know he's going to make contact with the slimy disk. the way your body is folded you can't escape him when he pushes more of him inside. your puffy lips spread for his thickness. connie still talking into you ear. "you gotta let him in baby, you'll feel so good, let him all the way in"

the words relaxing you and armin takes advantage and sticks you deeper. his hands flexing into the crook of your knees. pulling his length so that the tip is the only thing that is consumed by your walls.

slowly he presses his pelvis all the way to yours leaving nothing in between you two and begins rolling and grinding his hips hitting your cervix with prescion, he can feel the sticky sensation of it.

you body is shaking with the feeling of everything. from connie making soft touch all on your body on top of armins tip pressing in you so deeply. jumping in his hold when the first thrust is so deep your eyes roll back. armin feels it too. how you shiver in his hold. poking so deep into you.

he pulls his hips back again starting a deep slow rhythm into you. the deep strokes making your vision blurry. "ahh armin your-r-r hittin to deep" your shaking hand coming to trying and push on his soft stomach.

you feel connie taking your shaking hand, grabbing the other one and put them over your head. "keep your hands to yourself, baby" voice patient which contradicts when he grips your wrist tightly. armin just started you can't be tapping our now. your so sensitive for them both.

the feeling is too much "ahhh 'min " your wrist suspended above you. when your try and wiggle free. they both have you trapped, connie has your arms and armin has those pretty legs pressed against the bed. your so wet, making him almost slip out of you.

connie praises him. "split that pussy open bubba, your doing so good" proud to see armin swing his hips strongly into yours. pulling the blondes face close to his next to your pinned legs, so they can share a kiss. sucking those pink lips he loves so much. it causing armins hips to work harder wanting to make connie content

connie's lip move from his lips and latch on his neck encouraging his roughness. making him groan and pant out. marking him up for everyone to see. his possession for him taking over.

armin hips rolls stickily into yours. your legs so wide and spread out he is able to the hit spots so deep inside you. the hickies that connie put on his neck has him whimpering. "connie, your gonna make me cum"

feeling a hand grip around his throat he holds his breath. "what i say, huh ?" waiting on the blonde's answer he grips a little harder letting go to let him say something but he can't respond. too overwhelmed "didn't i say fuck her good ? make that pussy ache, beat it swollen" armin feels him breaths right against his face as he as moved up. "now do what i told you to do baby"

cheeks pink when he whimpers shaking his head up and down. you see the whole interaction. it makes you walls flutter around armins thickness. he pulls his hips all the way back, tip barely inside you.

his hands gripping the crook behind your knees tighter when he roughly thrust back into you. "b-baby" your stuttering as your hands grabbing onto connie. gripping onto anything your hands can get a hold of since connie let them go. the blonde above you thrusting picking up speed at the words leaving your lips.

he can just reply with small whimpers. you both are big pouters. finding a way to communicate through your high pitched whines that vocalize off each other.

he is hitting so deep because of the pillow that lies underneath you and way he has your legs stretching into the mattress. knees pressing hard, while his rough hands grip your flesh there. "wanna make connie proud" he whispers drilling into you. his hips set in a bruising pace that has you seeing stars and gripping hard onto his width. "so tight for me, so so tight baby" he's groaning above you. being so rough your walls feel like they are being punished with pleasure.

you feel light suckling on your ear lobe as connie plays with the skin of your ear. there is no need to speak above a whisper as he is loud enough as it is. you can hear his spit in his mouth as he runs the slimy appendage through the ridges of the ear canal. "let him tear it up baby, don't it feel good ? that big dick feel so good don't it ?"

his breath against your ear has goosebumps appearing. his lewd language making your body shiver. he grips your face at the lack of acknowledgment you give him. "that dick making you dumb huh baby ?, is it too deep ?"

all these questions he murmurs into your ear have you nodding your head fast. "where at baby, is it right here ?" he moves his hand so that he presses the skin right under you belly button. right where armins length is poking your insides.

it's too much to handle the feeling of armins tip hitting the gummy barrier inside of you. the pressure of connie's hand on your stomach has your eyes rolling back and your back arching off the bed. the positions your in doesn't help, your so spread out your tingling.

"it's too much, its too much" you try and push his hand away. but he his firm. your so wet for armin that he can feel his testicles strain and jump as he slide in and out of you. his rhythm steady

armin mouth is open letting all of his soft moans and groans. your velvety walls choking him for everything he's worth. causing him to whimper and close his eyes tight so he doesn't have an early release. with each roll of his hips he moves them like it'll be his last

armins mouth is watering seeing you spread out looking so beautiful. your breast heaving up and down from his deep strokes. he just wants a small taste. connie's neediness earlier didn't allow him to savor your breast like he wanted to. now he gets a chance to.

moving his head down he puts your nipple in his mouth. suckling like his life depends on it. suctions on your nipple moving his tongue back and forth making sure the bite the nipple as he start to move faster still rolling his hips vigorously.

biting down makes the pain feel so good. the feeling of both there touches sending you into overdrive. "ahh bubba i-i can't it- " he starts rotating his hips faster. still sucking with everything he has making you feel sensitive like you body is buzzing.

the blondes tongue moves around your sore peak. so softly your stomach is clenching up at the sensation. just relaxing into the feeling. so much so that when connie suddenly mouths on your chest. suckling along with armin, you moan with surprise.

they each have one of your breast in their mouth the feeling making you squirm. small "ahh's" leaving your lips. you feel those legs that are held against the bed start the shiver. starting to move on their own. you grip the back on connie's buzzed head pressing him against your chest.

the slow feeling of static starts to makes it way through your body. starting at your toes and tingling in your chest. feeling a fire spread through your stomach and pelvis. " 'm cumming, ugh i'm-m " armin's hips piercing you steadily to guide you through your high.

feeling connie's hand drag along your stomach between you and armin's two sweaty bodies. his fingertips touching where your the most swollen. feeling his fingers cirlce around you, feeling your toes that lay in the air beginning to tighten. your body becoming tense due to the pleasure both the bodies on top of you supply.

your body shakes and shivers when you gush all over armin's width, moaning loudly. his pretty blue eyes fluttered close at the plushness of your walls around him. the warmth of you is making goosebumps cover his body.

armin almost starts to slow down his thrust, his hips stuttering. face scrunching up and eyebrows knitting together, mouth sucking harder on your chest. connie sees this from the corner of his eye. lifting his head from your breast "unt, unt keep going, cum in her baby" he speaks softly to encourage him. he moves away from your nipple. the suckling made him hungry for something else

connie moves armins head away from your breast. separating him from you, even when he tries to still latch himself back onto you. pushing his body back so that he can see your swollen pussy clench around armin.

so puffy gripping around that thick dick he is obsessed. his mouth watering to just get one lick, one taste. he needs it.

connie makes sloppy kisses between your breast. following the invisible line to your belly button, all the way to your where your spread out from armin's length. his lips wrap around your thumping clit. swirling his tongue with precision. you grab his buzzed scalp trying to move away from the torment he is putting your through

armin hitting so deep into you. no spots untouched from his hard length. now connie sucking and running his tongue along your sensitive flesh. collecting all your juices thats left you. sucking on your clit sticking his tongue out to catch armin coming in and out of you too

your lucky armins hands keep you still or else you would have been all over the bed. your pressed down by those big hands while you call out " 'min 'mi- con- connie please" saying both of their names feeling a heavy feeling in your spine

armin can feel the slight feeling of connie's tongue and it has him shaking, eyes rolling back. when he feels his stomach knotting and twisting from the adding feeling. he can feel his legs stiffen and you hear those high pitched groans that tell you he is close.

his hands tighten against the crock of your knees. connie's tongue makes you feel like your floating. the suction of his lips has the volume of your whimpers shaking both their ears. the sounds send armin over the edge. your feel his tip shaking inside your as he pumps you full.

feeling new ropes enter you hitting your cervix with promise. your chest heaving up and down while armin huffs and puffs above you. connie groans with his lips around you making your hips jump lapping at the cream that your and armin created. after he is satisfied he lifts his head and looks at both of you

your both are covered in a light sheen and are trying to come back to reality. giving each other small kisses ignoring connie. he goes to land a rough smack on the blondes perky ass to congratulate him for how good he fucked you. armin jumps at the hard thwack. "good job, baby"

you see connie make his way to whispers in armins ear. he is the mastermind behind this. the one who decides what positions you go in. how rough and fast armin makes loves to you. he is the one in control.

connie lays both of you on your sides your face facing armins chest while your still connected. your breathing hard, already had your release and your tired. more whispering into armin's ear conspiring against you.

the crook of your knees come in contact with armins shoulders. you say small "mmhs" while your folded in half. knees stretching as you arch your back to put less strain on your hips.

armin grinds into you to get comfortable this causing you to whine and your bottom lip to start quivering "it hurts bubba" he's touching your cervix. you feel it, your walls are tired of trying to defend it. he is flush against it.

his tip pressing hard into the flimsy disk of it. your stomach burning with pain. you feel armin hands go to pull your ass cheeks apart the positions pushing you harder against his hips

"i'm sorry baby" he kisses your shaking lips " it's ok, your ok" he can hear connie behind you kissing your back. he hates seeing your in pain but you feel so good you walls choking him so tightly.

you lay your head on to his shoulder where your legs are suspended. just breathing slow and steadying your head. when you hear the familiar sounds of the lube bottle open, you immediately start squirming

"bubba please i can't, 'm too sensitive" your babbling, words jumbling together and you just feel a kiss at your puckered hole. where armin hands keeps you spread open for connie's lips. slowly adding several kisses that include tongue to just relax you.

you feel him swirling his tongue around the area almost sticking his tongue inside. he is so nasty. he doesn't care. armin can just hear the slurping of skin. seeing your pretty face twist as you lay against your knee. he knows you not comfortable in this position but he knows once the pleasure starts you'll be ready to do this exact same thing tomorrow.

the faces you make, makes him jerk inside of you. the tip tapping on the disk of your cervix. you clench up around armin. juices coat his stomach and in between the globes of your ass.

connie gets a taste of your juices too while he is inbetween your cheeks. savoring the taste while he messily eats the ringed hole. lubing you up with his spit.

he pulls away with a pecked kiss against the puckeredness as it winks at him. he works his way up your back making kisses up your spine. you are more relaxed not as tensed. letting the sticky juices flow around armin and onto his pelvis. it's ridiculous how wet you are.

"that feel good baby ?" your damn there drooling from the feeling connie left you in. armins right in your face asking how you feel. you just shake your head up and down; eyes low, high off the feeling. he is distracting you from connie preparing himself behind your back. spreading lube against his length.

armin spanks one the cheeks that is in his hand still spreading you. "come on talk to me, baby " he is firm even with his soft speaking voice he holds authority. 

"feels so good 'min " you say out of breath. they both are stealing your breath from you. armin spreads you wider as connie spreads globs of lube on your anus. slowly circling his fingers gliding against you making you flinch when he able to slide a finger in easy, all the way to the knuckle. he knows your ready for him. kissing your shoulder as he gets behind you. laying on his side too.

positioning his angry tip at your puckered entrance slowly sliding in. working himself inside slowly not to hurt you. making you squirm while armin keeps you still. "ugh connie" your eyes are fluttering at the pleasure. he's trying to fit all of him inside. he presses into your back, which cause your chest to be flush against your legs that lays on armin chest.

you can feel a pop sound when he slips in all the way in causing you to be filled up. in both of your holes. your mouth just open, no sound coming out. oppose to armin and connie every time you clench both of them groan.

just trying to adjust, connie is so deep in you. you can feel it in your back. how he is hitting those forbidden spots. trying to calm down your rushing veins. but you can't, not when you adjust your hips you feel armins thickness digging into you.

you start to feel armin lift you by your ass cheeks. lifting you high enough for only allow his tip to remain inside, same for the man the lays behind you and slowly bringing you back down.

you body just shake at the sensation. shaking calfs over the blondes shoulders. "i'm too full bubba, i can't breathe" you start to slowly hyperventilate. 

connie kisses your shoulder to calm you down kissing all over your back. pressing your back in. so your arch in armins hold, the angle making you scream out. it feels so good all you can do is scream. double the pleasure almost makes you feel drunk. your drunk on the euphoria of them.

he sees armin consoling you, saying to just relax and you'll feel good. how you always love it, how you love when they both piston inside you. you just can't be so tense, just be calm. you can do it.

connie takes advantage when your body becomes loose, your toes curling when he roughly slides into you. armin can feel connie length through the thin skin that separates the two of them. making him whimper into you neck. he has already came. making him extra sensitive.

armin is whining for the both of you. connie hears him even through he tries to muffle himself. "bubba" connie calls to him, his face now on top your shoulder. his front pressed against your back. he is panting "open your mouth" their faces close to each others over you shoulder.

he loves watching those pretty lips separate and tongue sticking out. loves spitting in his mouth watch it slide to the back of his throat. it takes over his senses. he slams his lips against his when he watches him swallow and open his mouth to show connie. both of their mouths moving together in sync.

messily licking each others tongues causing spit to dribble from their lips. the kisses making them thrust rougher. the pace of them both making you moan out between them.

sucking on armins tongue making him whine. tongues clashing while he grips your ass checks hard in his hands making his knuckles turn white.

smiling against connie's lips when he slows down his tongue. looking each other in the eyes while panting from their thrusting. "i love you" armin whispers against his lips.

"mmh i love you too" the exchange of words makes them have an unforgiving pace. that makes you have to grip onto anything you can. both their bodies squishing you between them. "ahh my pretty boy, your so pretty" connie still talking to armin admiring him. just seeing his face makes him jolt inside of you.

the rough circle of connie hips has spit catching in your throat. when you collect your breath from one thrust there is another one from armin causing you to hyperventilate through tiny breaths.

you feel so full from them. your stomach feeling stuffed so much so that you feel you eyes start to sting the pleasure suffocating you. you feel the salty tears touching your cheeks. your body doesn't know how to react, you want to squirm free but your trapped between two bodies.

when armins hips stroke into you deeply you can feel connie copy his movements. with your tears flowing down your face from the pleasure, armin has to insert some self control. the way your pretty eyes water makes his stomach churn.

your so beautiful when you can't express the euphoria your feeling. when the words can't come out and all you can do is let your eyes water freely. his thrust quicken he is extremely sensitive. you gripping him so tightly his breath faning your face from how close you all are.

he licks lightly at your face letting the salty tears quiet his thirst. "mmm your so pretty " he wants you to know. how beautiful you are to him. how you make his heart flutter. your eyes trained on him as moans creep out your mouth. you see his pink lips moving " 'm cummin baby, ugh 'm cumming"

you see those blue eyes roll back, feeling the white cream enter you, makes you start to shake those legs on his shoulders shaking and wiggling while armin fills you up. "ugh, your perfect baby, so perfect" he pants out admirations.

armin stills once his body stops buzzing. kissing you softly on your quivering lips. lips shaking because even if armin has finished, connie is still working hard to release into you . rolling his hips firmly into. groaning on top of your back, you feel the vibrations through you.

latching his lips to suck on the fresh tears that leave your eyes. trailing his tongue up your cheeks to relax himself. help your shaking legs off his shoulders still holding your cheeks open for connie's thrust. holding you securely.

connie pushes all three of your bodies, having armin on his back with you on top of him, and connie on top of you. "come on baby, you gonna cum for me ? you came for armin, was you trynna make me jealous baby ?" his hands slides onto your back pressing into a small arch.

"yes, yes im cummin' connie" feeling armin lips on you and connie rough strokes. your close, armin starts a slow grind into you rolling his hips, catching your clit on his front. he so overstimulated he feels the blood rushing through his veins faster because of your moist walls squeezing him.

clawing at his chest you feel your stomach tighten hear the skin of all three of your bodies meet, the sounds making you buzz. the fire in your abdomen spread "aah" sounds are made from each stroke when your toes start to curl and you thighten your body up.

snatching away the liquid from both men when your release all over armin. the tightness that you bring has them both holding you tight and filling you. armin nearly has nothing to give. rough breathing and whimpering leaving him.

connie squishes you, laying on top you breathing heavy, your juices leaving all of you sticky. once everyone's breath is even connie kisses you shoulder. everybody hasn't moved eyes all closed. "you ok baby ?" connie ask out of his sex haze, mind clear.

you can only say "mmh" back, all the energy being sucked out of you feeling like your in a dream already. sleeping almost taking you away. you softly feel both of them pull out of you. whining while they do, as their cum mixes together when it meets.

"you did so good baby, so good" armin whispered tiredly. you feel connie get off of you going to get a wet cloth for all of you. armin still kissing all over your resting face.

you jump when you feel connie clean you up, dropping on the bed when he helps armin clean himself too. kissing him softly, saying how proud he was of him. you smile softly at your two partners who you love deeply and you make you feel so good

you fall asleep against armins chest and with connie on your back saying how sorry he is for being so needy. taking your sleep from you. kissing you to dream land

part (۶९)



[nicht-vobla]

Nothing to see here, just two roommates making soup in their dorm! Well, at least they tried...

for SangCheng MiniBang fic "And They Were Roommates" (109990 words, 26 chapters) by East of Akkala and glitterlessgold

[robininthelabyrinth]

A Better Lie - ao3

Fandom: The Untamed Pairing: Jin Guangyao/Nie Mingjue Summary:

Wait. This wasn't the Lan sect, with all its strict rules and stricter morality. This was the Nie. (Meng Yao identifies an opportunity.)

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It was only a better lie, in the end.

A stroke of luck – or perhaps, of genius.

When he first heard Nie Mingjue’s shout, Meng Yao was still holding the sword he'd just used to kill the Nie commander, but he could feel it slipping out of his nerveless fingers. He could feel his mouth opening with instinctive denials - it wasn't me, it was Xue Yang, I didn't do it - all ridiculous, of course. It was him, and he did do it, and Nie Mingjue was staring at him with those horribly hurt eyes, already starting to fill with tears in a way they hadn't despite the strain of having his home attacked and his precious brother demanded as a hostage by the man who’d killed his father.

That hurt.

Not the tears, of course. Tears, Meng Yao knew well, were cheap. But he found himself displeased by what they meant: by the fact that he’d hurt Nie Mingjue, in a way even Wen Ruohan hadn’t, when Nie Mingjue was a man he’d come to…well, to appreciate. Nie Mingjue, who hadn't cared about Meng Yao's past or his mother even after he’d been told about it, who had given him opportunities beyond his wildest expectations, who – it seemed – had left an active battlefield in order to come find him because he was worried about him...

Nie Mingjue was going to have no choice but to find him guilty, Meng Yao knew. No matter what he said or did, that was Nie sect law, and Nie Mingjue believed in his sect’s laws the way he believed in the sun rising every day. He might be able to commute the sentence from execution into exile if Meng Yao did something brave, if for instance he used his body to shield Nie Mingjue from an attack that would no doubt be forthcoming because they were both literally standing there frozen in the middle of battle, but that was it, that was the best Meng Yao would be able to get. And exiling him would hurt Nie Mingjue, too, maybe even more than execution, because Meng Yao knew that Nie Mingjue loved him, even if the other man hadn't figured it out yet, and having to worry about him suffering would hurt Nie Mingjue even more than knowing he was dead.

And all because he'd broken the rules.

Rules. Hah! 

Meng Yao thought, briefly, about the Lan sect, that bastion of rules and inflexibility. Of Lan Xichen, who had been so kind to him during the classes Nie Mingjue had sent him to attend. Lan Xichen, who was a good gentleman, handsome and sympathetic. Who would make a reasonable second prospect to target now that Nie Mingjue was no longer an option...

No. What was he thinking? That was the brothel madam's voice in his head, not his own, not his mother, who had tried so hard to make him a gentleman rather than a whore.

Meng Yao didn't want to think like that. 

Of course, he didn't want to die, either.

So self-sacrifice and exile it would have to be, even if it hurt them both. Maybe he’d even go after Lan Xichen, too, if that was what it took - if Meng Yao couldn't have the love he really wanted, Nie Mingjue's unquestionable and unconditional affection which had been given to him freely when he had been at his lowest moments, then he might as well put his ambitions above all else. Over love, over morality, over all the stupid hypocritical loophole-riddled rules that nevertheless did not leave a loophole aside for him, because no rule allowed for murdering a man by stabbing him in the back, not even self-defense -

Wait.

This wasn't the Lan sect, with all its strict rules and stricter morality.

This was the Nie.

"Sect Leader, dodge!" Meng Yao roared, louder than he'd ever been in his life, mimicking to his best ability the stern grim-faced training master of the Nie sect who everyone listened to without question. 

Nie Mingjue was no exception, obedience to that voice boiled into his bones. He threw himself aside, causing Wen Zhuiliu's sword to miss and come hurtling towards Meng Yao himself. There was a split second where he could decide to just take the blow in some place that wouldn't cause permanent damage, just as there had been a split second for him to pick between throwing his body between Nie Mingjue and the sword instead of shouting him out of the way – a far more dramatic sort of rescue – but just as before, Meng Yao decided against it. 

He was taking a far bigger gamble. 

Meng Yao threw himself down, flat on his face, and Wen Zhuliu's sword went wide over his head. A moment later, as he'd hoped, Nie Mingjue rose up with Baxia in hand and murder in his eyes. Now that he was no longer being distracted by Meng Yao, he was able to see Wen Zhuliu turning towards him with deadly palm extended.

Meng Yao gritted his teeth and threw the Wen sword he'd picked up at Wen Zhuiliu's feet. It wouldn't get either of them much more than split-second of distraction, at best, but when you were fighting against a man like Nie Mingjue, you couldn't afford even that.

A split second later, saber met with palm, and Wen Zhuliu went flying. 

Clutching at his bloodied hand, looking shocked, the other man scuttled away not long thereafter, and with the real leader of the Wen forces humbled - it certainly wasn't Wen Chao they were following, no matter what he might lie to himself and think - the rest of them soon dispersed.

"My brother will not be going to any Wen training camp," Nie Mingjue spat after them, too genteel to follow it up with actual spit the way Meng Yao halfway wanted him to. "Not now, and not ever!"

Behind him, the rest of the Nie burst into spontaneous cheers, bellowing as loud as bulls. Even their guests, Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng, looked relieved and impressed - Nie Mingjue's fame was going to increase again, it seemed, as soon as they got back to Yunmeng and boasted of how the Nie, at least, certainly did not fear the power of the Wen sect.

"Meng Yao, with me," Nie Mingjue said when he was done with that, which was only as Meng Yao had expected. "Now."

Meng Yao bowed his head and scuttled after him into the receiving hall. Nie Mingjue threw Baxia over to her stand and sat heavily on the Nie sect throne, though not as heavily as he might have if he'd been injured and his sect the loser in the fight just now, burdened by his duty as sect leader and his worries as an older brother. 

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" he asked grimly. Or, well, he thought he was being grim, but Meng Yao could see the fear in his eyes - come up with something clever, Nie Mingjue was quietly begging, even though he would never know that that was what he was doing or admit it to himself if he did, please, please come up with something that means I don't need to kill you for your crimes. Don't taint this day with making me lose you. Don't make me have to lose you...

Meng Yao saluted deeply. 

"This humble Meng Yao admits his error," he said, hoping against hope that this gamble of his would work. "I should not have allowed my enthusiasm for a private duel to overcome my understanding of the bigger picture, putting myself over sect interests."

Nie Mingjue was stunned silent for a long moment. 

Meng Yao waited, hoping so hard that it hurt.

Please, he thought, now the one to beg silently. Please let him focus on the part that I need him to focus on, not the parts I need him to overlook. Please!

"...private duel?" Nie Mingjue finally said, and Meng Yao’s heart surged with elation. "You were – dueling?"

"Yes, Sect Leader," Meng Yao lied, using every ounce of guile he had to hide his joy behind a mask of contrition. "I formally challenged the commander yesterday in the late evening. He had tried to keep me from seeing to the prisoner Xue Yang at your order, contrary to protocol, and in doing so said something very rude about my mother."

That latter part was true, and of course there had been no one else around at the time. The Nie commander had always been good at making sure there weren't when he delivered his nastiest jibes, although he'd made enough milder ones in front of others that people would testify on Meng Yao's behalf if it came to that. 

He didn't think it would come to that. Nie Mingjue wanted to believe him.

"He accepted, but he was drunk at the time, so we agreed to postpone," Meng Yao added, adopting an apologetic tone. "Nevertheless, I admit that I let myself get carried away. A battlefield is no place to carry out private grudges -"

"He turned his back on you despite having accepted a duel with you?!" Nie Mingjue burst out, utterly incredulous, just as Meng Yao had hoped. "What was he thinking?!"

Probably that I was no threat, Meng Yao thought cynically, letting himself whole-heartedly lean into and believe the alternative universe where his lie had been the truth. That was the mark of a truly accomplished liar: the ability to genuinely believe, for however long necessary, that what he said was what it had really been. 

"What an idiot! Disrespectful, arrogant -" Nie Mingjue was raging, but he restrained himself after a moment, forcing himself to calm down. "Meng Yao, you're right, you should have known better than to proceed with a private duel while the sect was under attack. That is irresponsible, even if you got carried away by your feelings, and you will need to be punished appropriately. However, in light of your contributions in today's battle, I think we can reduce the number of strikes to - hm -"

"Two-thirds?" Meng Yao suggested, knowing that Nie Mingjue wanted to say half but couldn't quite bring himself to admit to that level of favoritism. That was the first thing Meng Yao had figured out about Nie Mingjue, in fact: he was dreadfully soft in the face of all he loved, but he desperately wanted to be a good man. And a good man, by the ancestral precepts of the Nie, was a harsh one, a just one, one who saw granting unnecessary mercy as weakness. "I can handle it, Sect Leader. It's only what I should do. As you said, Sect Leader, I should have known better. It was only that I got so angry..."

Meng Yao trailed off purposefully. 

As expected, Nie Mingjue picked up where he left off. "That's completely understandable," the man from a family and clan known for their uncontrollable rage said, nodding in absolute empathy. "But you must learn to channel your anger into the appropriate time and place. A considerable portion of Nie sect discipline and cultivation relates to that – ah, but you're still at the early stages there, having started as late as you did. Do not worry. Understanding will come in time."

Meng Yao bowed his head to hide his victory. 

He had remembered at the very last second that Nie sect principles did allow for manslaughter under certain circumstances, the way the rigid Lan sect rules did not. A proper duel, the challenge formally issued and agreed on by both parties, could be resumed at any time, and death was always a possibility; acting dishonorably wasn't permitted, so sneak attacks virtually never happened, but you were supposed to act as though you were at odds with a true enemy, never letting your guard down. Turning your back on someone you'd accept a duel with was an insult of the highest caliber. It mocked not only your opponent’s competence and ability, but their bravery - it looked down even upon their honor. 

A provocation that no one could resist.

Least of all someone starting to train in the Nie sect style, and thereby to have trouble controlling their temper!

If Nie Mingjue believed them to have been dueling, then the scene he'd happened upon looked very different. Temporary enemies united in the fight against the Wen, Meng Yao helping in the fight only to be disarmed, but then once the Wen were dead, matters breaking into strife once more: the Nie commander starting the fight back up, perhaps, saying some sneering words instead of helping Meng Yao up, insulting him, turning his back on him in even more blatant insult, and Meng Yao reaching in his unthinking rage to find the Wen sword at hand -

The Nie sect were notoriously emotional. Meng Yao wasn't, being far more inclined to put ruthless logic above all else, but men always judged others by their own measure. Nie Mingjue would evaluate the situation by putting himself in Meng Yao’s shoes, and under such circumstances, even Nie Mingjue might have been hard pressed to stay his hand (though obviously no one would be foolish enough to do such a thing to him, and he was likely to shout a warning anyway just because of who he was). True, it would never have happened, mostly because he would have also have had enough discipline to keep from killing his enemy in the middle of a battlefield. But he could understand it when someone else didn't manage to hold back to that degree. He could understand.

He could forgive.

And that was what mattered.

Maybe I should cultivate myself a reputation as a hair-trigger duelist, Meng Yao mused. Nie Mingjue would probably find that charming. I’d be like some yappy dog that tries to bite enemies three times the size – embarrassing, perhaps, but it would leave me a lot more leeway to eliminate my enemies.

Yes, I think I will do that. Plenty of the Nie already treat me as halfway to being Nie Mingjue's wife; this incident of forgiving a murder will only increase their respect for me, and a few more of the same, under permitted circumstances, will solidify it. The Nie sect has always respected aggression and violence. Showing more of that will make it easier for me to get my way when I really am half-master of the sect, with Nie Mingjue at my side.

And then, when the war with the Wen begins in earnest, it will be the Nie that will come out ascendant - the Nie which have never bowed, the Nie which have kept the rest of the cultivation world free through their own blood and valor, the Nie who everyone will owe for their lives and for the futures. Lan Xichen is an old friend of Nie Mingjue’s, and that Jiang sect puppy just now, Jiang Cheng, looked halfway in love with him after today's performance. They will happily support Nie Mingjue to be Chief Cultivator when Wen Ruohan is gone.

And Nie Mingjue, who hates paperwork so much, will give it all to me.

Jin Guangshan - 

Father -

In the end, you will be the one at the bottom of the stairs, and me at the top. You'll be the one to come begging me, wanting me to take your name, pretending it to be a privilege for me when in truth it will be one for you. You'll be the one groveling and sniffing around for the chance to rub off a little of my honor and status, to add my shine to yours, and the only thing you'll have to trade with is the surname I have always deserved, the one you owed it to my mother to give me. I'll accept it, oh yes, I’ll accept it, because it is mine and always should have been mine. But I’ll accept it at the time that I choose, the place that I choose, the manner that I choose, acting from strength rather than weakness.

You will come to me. Not the other way around.

Yes, that is how it will be.

You and that bitch wife of yours, you who both looked down upon me, who looked down upon my mother who had more value in her little finger than both of you put together: you'll both have to see me bow to her on my wedding day, to see her honored in front of the whole world by a man better than all of you put together. 

Meng Yao smiled. 

"Thank you, Sect Leader," he said. "I will learn. I promise you."

Nie Mingjue had that transfixed expression that always came on him when Meng Yao used that particular smile, the one he usually kept buried deep inside his heart - the cruel, vicious, hungry one, the one that revealed his longing to dominate and devour everything in his path, cherishing only the selected few. The smile Meng Yao had once thought he would never be able to show anyone at all, least of all someone above him, because it revealed too much about what he was really like, not obedient nor submissive in the slightest.

The smile he had thought would only ever be met with repulsion and disgust, and certainly not looked upon with desire, the way Nie Mingjue did whenever he saw it.

"...you can call me by name in private," Nie Mingjue finally said. He looked half-hypnotized by his own fascination, and only grew more so when Meng Yao dropped the humble act and prowled towards him like the snarling vicious beast that he sometimes felt he was under his skin. "If - if you want."

"I do want," Meng Yao purred. "Thank you for the honor, Sect Leader...no. Nie Mingjue."

Nie Mingjue swallowed hard.

"We should celebrate tonight," Meng Yao said.

"...celebrate?"

"Yes, of course. It’s only fair, isn’t it? The whole Nie sect should have a chance to savor our victory. Your victory."

And mine.

[gayhoediaz]

threshold

happy birthday @starkguzman ♡

T | 3.2k | ao3

“You're shot right in front of me, and I - I had your blood all over my face - in my mouth - I could taste your death, Eddie, I was looking into your eyes, and I thought you were dying right in front of me- “-you did die in front of me-“ “-but we never talk about it.”

Inspired by Castle, S04E23: Always

[tavina-writes]

I have been pondering the recent rash of "post canon NHS and LXC would never ever reconcile bc even if NHS wanted to have Er-ge back, LXC would never ever forgive him for [insert reason of choice here]" type of posts + the "do you think NHS thinks very hard about how much Da-ge would hate him for becoming [the way that he is now] by choosing to seek vengeance" type of posts, and I think fundamentally the reason these posts do not jive with me is that we have no indication, in the show or in the book that uh, NHS gives a shit about either of these things very much anymore?

The first type of post is predicated on the assumption that LXC's forgiveness or lack thereof some some sort of either extension of mercy (which NHS obviously does not deserve <- or so assumes the post) or some form of punishment (which is obviously the correct answer) but the last scene we get with NHS both in the book and the show make no indication that this is a thing he wants? Or cares about? Book NHS has *sauntered off* with his little hat trophy and Show NHS walks off screen after saying something along the lines of "What is my responsibility I won't shirk, what isn't my responsibility I won't care about." Now, arguably, show NHS is having a worse go of it emotionally, but shows no real inclination or interest in either apologies or making up and being friends again with LWJ, LXC, WWX, or other people. Book NHS seems pretty pleased with the outcome of the events as a whole?

The second type of post is predicated on the fact that NHS finds Da-ge's judgement a horrible burden to bear at this stage in the game, which! He might! But again especially in the book we get no indication that he has any fucks left to give about what Da-ge may or may not have wanted since Da-ge is dead. In both the show and the book, NHS went about revenge taking very specific and complicated actions with the desired result of JGY dying, but he certainly took the scenic route getting there, which, he didn't need to? As I've written about before, JGY didn't see him as a threat. If he wanted JGY dead he could've arranged to poison JGY's tea like, 10 years ago and had done with it instead of his complicated Rube Goldberg life ruining scheme. If he is still sickly anxious about how Da-ge might feel about the scheming and the trouble causing and the whole everything, that's certainly possible, but he must've decided it was worth it anyway regardless of that, and I don't know that it necessarily would've changed just because he got what he wanted at the end.

Overall, I think as a fandom we think a lot about like "will and should this relationship ever be repaired or similar to how it used to be?" and "does this character deserve/not deserve the forgiveness of people they've hurt or abandoned?" which can be interesting questions! I do feel like these are often taken as "is a character morally good (deserves to be forgiven) or morally bad (deserves to rot in hell forever never forgiven ever ever)" and based entirely on if Character is the meta writer's blorbo. Under this paradigm the concept of "Character did bad things to get exactly what they wanted and were happy about that and no relationships were ever repaired and the emotional detachment of people they used to care about no longer matters to them!" is uncomfortable.

It's just that for NHS I've increasingly come to the conclusion that canonically, I don't think NHS thinks he has anything to apologize for, nor is he super interested in being forgiven! He got what he wanted the way he wanted it to happen. Which is potentially supremely unsatisfying but I think is very sexy as a narrative concept.

[wangxianficrecs]

utility by magicites

utility

by magicites

G, 2k, Nie Mingjue & Jiang Yanli

Summary: Jiang Yanli and Nie Mingjue's wedding is a political one — a gesture of unity between their Sects. A way for her parents to finally get some use out of the plain-faced sham of a cultivator they call a daughter. “Jiang-guniang,” Nie Mingjue says, and the formality in such a setting as intimate as their wedding chambers startles her, “I don’t wish to bed you. Or any other woman, for that matter. It isn’t fair for you to live alone because of my own preferences.” She rests her hand on his arm, cool relief flooding her body like water on a summer afternoon. “If it helps, I don’t feel desire for men,” she whispers. Kay's comments: The lavender marriage between Nie Mingjue and Jiang Yanli I never knew I needed but thorougly enjoyed. Really enjoyed Jiang Yanli's POV and how she's making a home for herself in Qinghe. Excerpt: A wolf slips under the fortress walls. Jiang Yanli sidesteps the frantic servants as she examines the hole it left at the gate. She tracks its muddy pawprints through the Unclean Realm. Somewhere between the fortress’s entrance and its heart, Nie Huaisang appears at her side. Nie Mingjue, her husband of three weeks, finds her at the staircase. His saber is drawn and his face is wary. “Stay back,” he warns. “Starving animals get vicious when they’re desperate.” Jiang Yanli shakes her head with a smile. She thinks of A-Xian, six-years-old and flat against the ground at the mere mention of wild dogs. “I can’t fault them for that.” Her husband and her newest younger brother watch in silent awe as she coaxes it outside with nothing more than her gentle voice and a strip of smoked pork belly. “How were you not scared, saosao?” Nie Huaisang asks, once the wolf’s fluffy tail disappears under the gates. “It was so big!” Jiang Yanli smiles at him. “I’m bigger.”

pov jiang yanli, canon divergence, arranged marriage, jin guangyao/nie mingjue, nieyao, jiang yanli/wen qing, yanqing, platonic relationships, lavender marriage, in-laws, getting to know each other

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[khattikeri]

you ever wake up and think about nie huaisang's entirely off-screen journey?

(thirteen years.) do you think about how easy and yet nauseating it must've felt for nie huaisang to use his own childhood self as a mask? to maintain the appearance of a vapid child quick to run to others and whine instead of setting aside hobbies and trying to figure out how to work through responsibility?

(thirteen years.) what was he thinking? surely he didn't formulate everything to a tee in one sitting. how long had he taken until he was fully sinking into the balancing act of pretending he hadn't changed one bit in front of all the other clans, in front of his elder brother's close sworn brothers, while running the qinghe nie sect well enough behind the scenes to still maintain their unequivocal loyalty and respect?

(thirteen years.) do you think he hated himself now and then for becoming so quietly manipulative and focused on the ends over the means? looked at himself in the mirror at times and had to turn away because he saw a flicker of the one man he was trying to permanently unravel in revenge, the man his brother despised for always stooping to trickery?

(thirteen years.) how often did he get nightmares of qi deviations and being attacked, of that near-miss opportunity to save his older brother? the war and aftermath changed his school friends permanently and nie huaisang, in spite of his ability to worm his way out of things he didn't want to confront, was not an exception. how long until he got used to shoving his own squeamishness aside, accepting losses and violence and collateral damage and pain to other people for his own goals?

(thirteen years.) it drives me crazy. it drives me so damn crazy that mdzs is a story told from the perspective of wei wuxian. crazy that a few choice words and meaningful reactions at guanyin temple are the only reason we know even a fraction of what nie huaisang did over those years and why.

(thirteen years.) lan wangji and jiang wanyin were not the only ones who had to bear with the weight of time on their grief.

how many fans and paintbrushes can a person collect in thirteen years? (i don't know, i don't know, i don't know.)

[runfreelyactwildly]

Eras of my life separated based on every new homosexual ship that ruins my life