#jilf

[nicomrade]

we literally must talk about thistle and kabru we must.........

we have GOT TO talk about thistle and kabru. forever.

[yugimoto]

oh İ forgot İ wanted to send an ask and most of mine were already answered!! how about wallpaper? and if possible, could we see your collection(any)? :)

no worries!!! thank you for remembering ^___^

wallpaper: who are some of your favorite artists?

I'm a big fan of manamoko and yurie sekiya!

yes!!! here's a few of the things I collect!

[identifying-cars-in-posts]

omg İ'm so happy this blog exists lol thank you for your service! thoughts on microcars? or citicars in particular :)

i do generally like microcars! big fan of nissan’s pike cars as well as kei cars. not quite as big on the euro ones or newer ones - though i do love the og mini and fiat topolino - but i do love japanese microcars. glad you like the blog!!

[reddeath]

HAPPY BİRTHDAY 🎉🎉

tell me why my first instinct was to say "happy birthday to you too! ^_^" but for real THANK YOU!!! 🕺

[rars]

Saw one of ur posts reposted to twitter💔💔

oh god... my reach has expanded outside of my control LOL

was my url at least on there? so i can get the delicious clout?

[shavethefuckingthing]

This is what they took from us

[sectleaderjiang]

[DISTRACTING] - saberwielder

Send a smutty and intimate prompt

[ DISTRACTING ] for sender to fondle receiver while receiver is trying to do another task

Jiang Cheng was running out of ink to write his letters with. He used up all that was left in the brush between his fingers, attempting to keep his hands as steady as he could given his position. This was the third time he’d had to rewrite this letter alone, and if he wasn’t able to complete it soon, he’d have to start all over again after grinding more ink. 

At his back was Nie Mingjue, a warm and comforting if irritating presence at this point. He’d drawn Jiang Cheng into his lap, hooked his chin over one shoulder, and was pretending that neither of his hands had dove beneath Jiang Cheng’s robes to touch wherever they pleased. It was a game at this point, one that Nie Mingjue was the only one getting enjoyment from, but despite how he held the power to push away if he wanted to, Jiang Cheng didn’t. He continued to sit there, leaning back occasionally until Nie Mingjue would urge him forward again to complete his work like he’d said he’d had to, and only made his touches worse if Jiang Cheng tried to refuse.

He hadn’t thought he was into edging before this, but by now his cock was so hard it hurt, and Nie Mingjue wouldn’t let him finish anything.

A harsh twist made Jiang Cheng tense within Nie Mingjue’s hold, nearly spilling the little ink he had left all over the letter he was rewriting once more. He paused, breathed, and tipped his head back when biting kisses were left on his neck and shoulders, robes drawn further down to allow Nie Mingjue more access. The noises Jiang Cheng had been attempting to keep bottled up were getting harder to contain, and he wanted to whine and yell in frustration because he was so close. He could hardly think and yet he had to, because Nie Mingjue wasn’t letting him do anything else until he finished with his work.

“Let me finish,” Jiang Cheng growled out, no longer sure if he was talking about the letter or the orgasm he’d been denied since he’d started writing.

@saberwielder

[sectleaderjiang]

[ LEGS ]

Send a smutty and intimate prompt

[ LEGS ] for receiver to slow kiss from the ankle all the way up to sender's thigh.

Of all the positions he could have been in, Jiang Cheng didn’t think this could be one of them. He gazed up at Lan Wangji for a moment, quickly averting his eyes when the stare he received in return was far too much. This wasn’t something tender or loving - this was a farce, something they could fool themselves into believing until their time together was done. The only thought that really lived in Jiang Cheng’s mind was that none of this would be happening at all had he not accidentally drawn Subian from its sheath, and that Lan Wangji wouldn’t be here at all had he not done so.

Because the great and esteemed Hanguang-jun was desperate for whatever part of Wei Wuxian he could have, even after death.

That was the only thing that made sense, anyways, for the man to be looking down like that. Jiang Cheng was already growing uncomfortable from sitting on his knees, crouched between Lan Wangji’s legs on the hard floor of the Jingshi. He’d obviously been tricked to come back here somehow, half dragged after finally giving in to Lan Wangji’s insistent requests, and now he was trying to think of where to begin. Robes had been parted, and pristine long legs were splayed out for Jiang Cheng to touch as he pleased.

How would Wei Wuxian have touched you? he wonders for a moment. He takes one of Lan Wangji’s ankles in hand and lifts the leg with ease, until he is able to press a kiss to the knob of his bare ankle. Slowly. Gently. Some nips of teeth if he really wanted it. Jiang Cheng mimics his thoughts, even daring to lick along the warm skin beneath his hands, feeling every muscle jump and tense with every slow kiss he gave. He worked up from ankle to calf, licked over Lan Wangji’s knee and hesitated when he reached thigh, feeling the powerful muscles underneath his lips. Wei Wuxian would’ve talked the entire time he worked, but no words come to Jiang Cheng as he does.

Instead, he reaches to his core and lets some spiritual energy touch Lan Wangji’s. At this, Lan Wangji really does flinch, but doesn’t try to draw away as Jiang Cheng continues kissing up his thighs. He’s working his way towards the cock that has been hard since they arrived, and knows eventually his lips will touch there, too. He’s never touched anyone’s other than his own, and he’s stalling, spending as much time as he can get away with tucking his face against Lan Wangji’s warm skin. He feels a hand in his hair working the pins away, until Lan Wangji can find a proper grip in loose strands that fall down Jiang Cheng’s shoulders. 

@thirteenwaited