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yibo dressed as lan wangji while playing with a bunny is something that can be so personal

this is gonna be my mum's birthday present... this was the first time I painted landscape with oil so I had a hard time doing it, bit I'm kinda ok with how it turned out

#woooow #wangxian fanart #beautiful #Omg people are so talented!

suibianjie

@creatorsevents GIF Style Exchange Event → inspired by @wei-gege‘s set

dimpledpran

Lan Wangji Alphabet Lookbook - Wangxian Edition

Lan Wangji closed his eyes in painful regret, xenacious for a solution where Wei Wuxian and his protégés will not be outcasts in the cultivation world.

maikhiwi00

“I already knew he was Wei Ying.”

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happy birthday @pansyofthesouth have a great day and be happy, ilysm!! ✨💕

mercyandmagic

Presenting a timeline of mdzs’s complex events with approximate ages for everyone who is given an age (sorry, Song Lan, I think you’re xxc’s age but like that’s not explicitly in the text).

references are to chapters, author interviews, and a few explanations (like how we know it is closer to 14 than 13 years since Wei Wuxian’s death given Jin Ling’s age).

maichan808

WangXian Kissing Edits from I’m in Love with You Since we were robbed of Phoenix Mountain, I needed to make this happen for Yizhan WangXian.

Watch the FMV

zelkams-art

if you must die, sweetheart die knowing your life was my life’s best part

accio-victuuri

What is a BJYX video that lives in your mind rent free? Or you can also do individually if that is what you prefer.

Hello Anon! Are we talking about fanvid, BTS, official videos, fancams etc. I will try my best to narrow this down to at least 5 each and be calm lol. Tho let’s be serious, I always scream when it comes to BJYX. 😋 At some point I will make one individually, cause that’s a different story.

• FANVID

This. Everything about this kills me. Kepler is one of the top 3 things that made me SZD. looking back, it’s not really a strong evidence. but it made me feel that there is something in there. This video. GG’s voice. The other scenes + Web’s smile. Wow. That’s endgame right there guys.

This if you wanna cry and be miserable for hours on end. This fulfills my needs when I wanna angst. https://youtu.be/PqgB2Qfrbr0

Sshhhh. I know this is Wangxian. But it’s a Taylor Swift song. And CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT is a bjyx song. No one can change my mind. https://youtu.be/h0HPlcei010

BJYX and Stefanie Sun again. Watch this and melt & proceed to have nothing else in your brain for the next few hours. https://youtu.be/dCGFfFWsXvs

One that I replayed a lot to give me happiness at that time lol https://youtu.be/jCEbevSisiU

How they can’t stay away from each other 👉🏼 https://youtu.be/ekhMmfSOXNw

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Lives in my mind indeed. There were months where all I wanna listen to is this song.

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Andrew and Ronan commission for @bepieceofadream

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Take care of me

You’re a hand-holder. And I am not. I’m the guy who’ll wrap his arm around your shoulders, for a while. But you…you prefer to keep our fingers interlaced all the damn time, which is something I did not expect.

With my arm around your shoulder, and our fingers locked, you very clearly mark your territory. I haven’t seen my female fuck buddy, Julia, in two weeks now. I didn’t feel the need to see her either, even if the way you’d gone about it had been a tad strange. But I decided to let that go. What you gave me blew my mind. We still hadn’t had sex, but you made sure to keep me in line.

If I complained of being sore from a workout, you’d massage my feet, calves, thighs…watching me get flustered and hard. Because your touch, goddamn, it was like you touched me on another level. One brush of your hand, and I was turned the fuck on.

You didn’t always let me get what I wanted. Which was you. Always you. Instead, you enjoyed jerking me off whenever and wherever you liked. On my bed, pretending to still be massaging me, or in a movie theatre when you dragged me to a movie you absolutely had to see, or even at a bar when we went out at night and played strangers.

You literally drove me insane, so I didn’t mind the handholding. It was fine. I could deal with that as long as you kept your other routine—the one that involved your hands too—up. I swear you were even better at it than me.

“We should get on these paddling boats,” you suggest as we walk beside the canal. I see an older couple looking at us funny as they pass. My arm is still around you, holding you close as we walk in sync. I kiss the top of your head just because I can.

“Boats?” I finally take the bait.

“Yeah. Look!” With your free hand, you point at a group of people following a teacher on the water, just like the ducklings following their parent beside them. “It would be great. I’d take pictures and you’d paddle.”

I cannot help but laugh. Of course that’s your plan. Let me do all the work. The vintage camera you own hangs from around your neck and bounces off you as we walk.

We get one of the paddle boats, and I am the only one paddling, just as planned. I’m in front while you sit behind me, taking pictures and telling me to “hold on, hold on, I want to take a picture of this!” I groan more often than I should, letting my head fall back while we slide forward in the water. It’s beautiful out here at least. The water. The sun. I hear the click of your camera and then, when I look back over my shoulder, it clicks again.

You took a picture of me.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking pictures of you without you noticing.” I frown and let the paddles carve through the water again. Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh.

“I did notice,” I inform you.

“But you weren’t supposed to.”

“Does that make a difference?”

“It does to me.”

“Your logic, I swear.”

“You like my logic.” I chuckle at your response. I do like your logic. “Keep paddling,” you order as if I’m your slave. And then, all of a sudden, I feel you move behind me, the boat sways. Your warm breath is suddenly against my ear. “Go on, keep paddling, stud…so I can take care of you sore muscles again…you love that, don’t you, baby?”

Fuck.

#❤️❤️❤️#Love their chemistry

let-us-be-alone-together-deacti

Can’t buy happiness

“You know, sometimes, I think about what we could be like in twenty years,” you say as we lie in bed on Sunday morning. You’re tucked against me, drawing circles on my chest.

“You do, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“And what would we be like?” I ask with my eyes closed, basking in the bit of sunlight across my face. You shift so you can roll onto your stomach, and I open my eyes to look at you.

“Well, you’d be all silver Daddy, and handsome as hell. With your stubble and those steel blue eyes.”

I chuckle, “is that right?”

You nod and then continue. “And I’d be this super successful photographer. I’d make more money than you. Much more.” That seems to be important. I smile.

“I see.”

“And we’d live by the sea. So close I could watch you take a dip every morning after you run. And I’d actually be your sugar daddy because I make a shit ton of money.” That makes me laugh. You’ve never liked me paying for anything even if it makes me happy to do so. To spoil my boy. “Does that drive you crazy? That I’d have more money than you?”

“No.”

“Why not.” You don’t sound happy about my answer.

“You’d still be with me, even if you don’t need my money. That’s a pretty big win for me,” I reason smugly.

“You’re terrible.”

I snort in reply, shaking my head lightly. I can’t win with you. Raising my hand, I graze the pad of my thumb across your lower lip. “Whatever you say, darling.”

let-us-be-alone-together-deacti

All show

“You have a piano,” you state as your eyes land on the piano beside the door to the balcony. You stand still as I move up behind you, dipping down to speak against your ear.

“You sound surprised.”

“I am surprised.” I chuckle as I step around you so I can brush my fingers across the polished wood. “Is it all for show? To throw people off?” I laugh at your suggestion and shake my head. Sometimes I can’t believe the things you say.

“It is not all show.”

“Then play for me.” I lift my gaze and smile.

“I don’t play when I’m happy,” I say quietly, loud enough for you to hear. Tilting your head, you frown at me.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” A step forward, then another. Looking at you hurt. You were so beautiful, yet so distant, like you’d put on an armor to shield yourself from me. I step in further and you don’t move. Front to front, my lips graze a stray strand of your hair. I inhale your scent. My heart throbs, dadum, dadum, dadum. Perhaps you can hear it.

“This is a bad idea,” I hear you whisper breathlessly. I stand close enough to feel your body heat, to get lost in your aura, to hear you breathe. Shallowly. It’s dark but for the light coming from the hallway. You’d just walked into the living room like you owned it, still wearing shoes and your jacket.

My lips ghost across your forehead and you try to move away, but I grip your jacket to keep you right there. Before me. You don’t fight me.

I don’t even know your name.

Forehead against forehead, your head tilted back, mine dipped down. I twist my fingers in the fabric of your jacket, the zipper digging into me. I hold you close. I’ve never been more certain about anything. But your lips…I need to claim them.

And so I do, I catch them in a kiss. Not soft. Urgent. Like I am kiss-starved. Which I am. I’ve wanted to do this ever since the day we met. Maybe even longer.

You fall into me, melting like heated butter, your resolve broken, the decision made. You’re mine. Yet, I can feel your palms against my stomach, shoving ever so lightly, the battle in your head still not over.

So I kiss you harder, lips connecting in a searing kiss, hand cradling the back of your head, making you breathless. Making me breathless. You taste like the peppermint gum you chewed on your way over. Finally, your fingers dig into my shirt and you pull me in. Never have I felt this unhinged, desperate, out of control to make someone mine.

You can feel it too, my crazy impulsivity.

Your lips part against mine and as I lift your glasses off your nose, ever so gently resting them on top of your hair, your eyes flutter open. Only then do I walk you back against the glass door of the balcony and trap you against it. You look drunk, lips glistening softly, still slightly parted.

This is exactly where I want you to be. For the world to see that you belong to me already, back against the glass, front to mine.

“Fuck,” you whisper as I lower myself again, hands holding your face, lips capturing yours again.

“Not yet,” I jest as I break the kiss and dive back in. I am getting addicted to the way you taste. The way you explore my body gives me goosebumps, and not only that, it makes me hard too. Finally, I lift one of your legs to grind against you. Lightly, teasingly, in a I-am-gonna-drive-you-mad kind of way. Your lips open in a gasp, and so do your eyes.

“Yes, fuck, I want it.”

“Not yet.”

The whine you let out zips right to my groin. Your head drops back against the glass, eyes closing, lips turning to a pout. Something suddenly changes in your expression. You’re no longer this sassy freelancer that I met. You’re turning…softer.

“Please,” you exhale the word so sweetly I am unsure if you mean it. I stop moving to look down into your eyes. To study them. To find out what is happening. “I want it,” you go on, your fingertips grazing my chin, then the corner of my lips. You’re bold, yet sound so damn innocent. It fucks with my mind. All of a sudden, I feel much more desperate than just a moment ago. I’d love to fuck you, God yes, I do, but this is not a porno. You need prep. More than you think right now.

And so, using every ounce of my willpower to hold back, I tell you, “Not yet…”

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The floor

You drive me fucking wild. While you work at my dining table, deeply immersed in whatever you’re doing, I watch you. I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. Constantly, I want you. Constantly, I feel like pouncing on you.

I walk past the table while a deep need settles in my groin. Just from watching you sit there, one leg angled underneath the other, typing swiftly, then deleting…you’re working, and it turns me on. What the actual fuck…

You get up as I stretch my legs out on the sofa, my fingers sliding across the ridge of my semi, teasing, rubbing. You leave the room and I stop touching. It’s not as much fun when you’re not around…

When you return, I stand and catch you before you can return to your seat again. You frown as I whip you around, hand going to your throat.

“What are you doing,” you mumble. I tilt my hips in answer, letting you feel my cock. You snort. “What kind of dirty shit have you been watching?”

“You,” I make sure to breathe out the word all deep and gravelly, my lips against your ear. Just how you like it. You shudder.

“But…I didn’t do anything.”

My arms close around you. You feel so small against me. “I wanna fuck you, baby.”

“Now?”

“Now,” I reply and rub my rough cheek against the side of your neck, that always makes you crumble. You whisper my name…bucking, an attempt to get away. But I don’t let you. I push you forward, toward the rug behind the sofa.

“You’re serious…”

That I am.

I meet resistance as I force you down, onto your knees. I am behind you, still holding your back to my chest, my crotch to your ass. You’re mine. Mine to use whenever. You signed that verbal contract. I’ll have to refresh your memory.

“Fuck,” you snap as I mount you on my hands and knees, trapping you beneath me. The urgency of it makes me even harder. This is new, taking you right here, right now, mine.

“It’s not gonna take long…promise.” I grunt as you roll your hips back; a harsh exhale. I make quick work of your pants and briefs down to expose your ass to me, one hand between your pecs to keep you steady.

“You’re actually gonna do this?”

I don’t answer. Actions speak louder than words, after all. Swiftly, I unzip and pull my hefty cock out, then pin you down to the floor so I can spit on your hole. I’ve fucked you before you started working. I’m ravenous today. For you. Always you. I rub my spit in as you stay still, thumb dipping past your rim. You know there is no use in fighting me. I take what I want, especially when I’m in this mood. Hungry and horny.

Once my shaft is also nice and slick, I guide my cockhead to your entrance, hand sliding to your pecs again, fingers splaying there. I like to feel your body against mine when I enter you. Feel the pounding of your heart.

“Oh fuck…” you croak out, chest still down and ass still up. Like a little puppy getting ravished by a big bad wolf. It takes mere seconds until I’ve worked myself in, the remains of my previous load still slicking you up. And then I go for it. Deep, long thrusts, fucking into your sweet little pussy, taking advantage of how well I stretched you earlier.

You yelp when I sink in all the way, back arching to accept your gift. It drives me wild. The sounds you make, the way you arch away from me. I keep my arms around you, tight, unmoving, while my balls slap against your greedy ass.

More often than me approaching you, it is the other way around. You’d climb into my lap while I talk to a client, or you’d simply straddle me after dinner, grinding your cock against mine, still hungry for more.

The noises I make border on being primal, low and gruff, as the sexual animal inside me takes over. I mount you. My little puppy. Strip that innocence from you, paint your soul black.

Before me, no man ever fucked you like I do. After me, no man will ever fuck you like I did.

It was that simple.

I plow into you; I can taste my orgasm, licking at the base of my spine. I groan and grunt and gasp for air, face buried in the crook of your shoulder. Lips against your neck, I lick and suck…then I bite, teeth breaking skin. You keen in pain. In pleasure. And I growl like the wild animal that you beckon out of me. I taste your sweat, the metallic tang of your blood… The bite mark on your neck will bloom and darken. Mine, mine, mine.

At the tilt of your hips and the arch of your back, you allow me to go deep with each thrust. I can feel you’re getting close too…from getting your ass pounded. You truly are my little cockslut. I chuckle deeply, the sound condescending…dark.

“My little bitch. My bitch in heat.” Your breath suddenly picks up, just like my thrusts. Head tilted back, our sweat-and-saliva-slick skin smacking together.

“I’m gonna come—Oh God! I am gonna fucking c-come!”

The way your insides contract and squeeze around me make my dick feel even thicker than it is. You’re getting so tight that my mind blanks out and my vision flickers with spots. I swear you can feel my heart drumming rapidly against your back.

“Oh my God!” you exclaim and that…does it. I force my entire length in until my glutes clench and my balls are shoved right against your cheeks. Arms lock down around your chest, close to fucking bruising you…and I lose it. Lose control over my body, over the sounds I make. An endless loop of pleasure; my muscles tense, release, tense, release…while I pump you full of my come.

I laugh, like I so often do, senses flooded with endorphins. And you laugh too.

#Omg #So hot #You need to read all the posts #Hhnnnfggss

nofeartina

Come as you are - Chapter 1: The Beginning

Prince Even of Bergway takes a prince-consort.

Or the aftermath of marrying for convenience when you’re in love.

(Even’s POV of As I let you in)

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Happy 3 year anniversary to me! Here’s a gift from me to you - the first of three chapters. :D

Thank you so much for these last three years, I hope you guys know just how much I’ve enjoyed writing for you and interacting with you. You’ve been so lovely to me. ❤❤

So here’s my latest fic, a true labor of love, it’s been so interesting to explore Even’s POV during As I let you in. I hope you enjoy reading. 😁❤

irazor

Hela min själ ligger tung för dina fötter

av @irazor och @modestytreehouse

Kapitel 4/4 – Måndag

Bilen står kvar precis på samma ställe som när de kom. Samma grå himmel, samma slokande fjolårsgräs längs parkeringsplatsen.

Men Evens rygg är rakare där han går bredvid Isak med bagen slängd över axeln, hans leende bredare, mer levande, inte lika blekt. Det syns fortfarande lite mörka ringar under ögonen, några små rynkor i pannan som inte alltid brukar vara där, men hela han har börjat återfå sin vanliga lyster på något sätt.

Den där levande, svårgreppbara utstrålningen som Isak alltid kommer att förknippa med Even, hur han än kommer att må, var han än kommer att befinna sig. Som han såg ut första gången Isak träffade honom.

#Signal boost #I'm sure it's gorgeous

irazor

my kingdom for your graces

Ever since he was a child, Even has learnt to fear and hate his family’s mortal enemies. Has been trained to fight, to defeat and destroy them.

But when he finally faces Prince Isak of Bergheim on the battlefield, nothing happens the way he’d expected it to.

Pairing: Even/Isak Chapters: 3/12 Rating: Explicit Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Made-up Historical Times, Imprisonment, Pining, Forbidden Love, Smut, Mentions of War and Violence (nothing too graphic), Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending

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