#yewenzhou

[tbgkaru-woh]

Life saver

[shloodles]

[sugarbabywenkexing]

(insp) (original)

[orestesdreams-pyladesloves]

let’s get an old monster some love;; a yewenzhou playlist

listen on spotify;

below my feet - mumford and sons

Keep the Earth below my feet For all my sweat, my blood runs weak Let me learn from where I have been

shape of my heart - noah and the whale

Oh when the wild was all covered by snow, I forgot the colours that the grass tend to grow.

birdcage religion - sleeping at last

I've spent my life building walls Brick by brick and bruise by bruise A birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep

we’re on our way - radical face

Yeah, tomorrow I might wake up nice and clean And I might believe the things I said I didn't mean

woodland - the paper kites

Oh we're building a home With the mud and the stones and the branches we bind We're all just searching for something Bigger than we're all able to find

a love of some kind - adrianne lenker

I could use a heart I could use a home I could use a love of some kind

roll away your stone - mumford and sons

It's not the long walk home that will change this heart But the welcome I receive with every start

who wants to live forever - queen

And we can have forever And we can love forever Forever is our today

hello my old heart - the oh hellos

Nothing lasts forever Some things aren't meant to be But you'll never find the answers Until you set your old heart free

the heart is a muscle - gang of youths

I will not play this out discreetly, it is real and unashamed I am human now and terrified, but want it all the same

you taste like wine - the collection

Is this all that we get? Or, is there something we forget When we are born and hope to find it once again? Open doors beckon us into you

west - sleeping at last

We'll be just fine It's a matter of time 'Til our compass stands still

[hollybennett123]

Title: Contention

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Wen Kexing / Ye Baiyi / Zhou Zishu

Tags: Top Wen Kexing, Top Ye Baiyi, Bottom Zhou Zishu, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Banter, Bickering, Canon Setting, Death Threats (Affectionate), Humor, Lighthearted Porn, Physical Altercations, Slightly Rough Sex, Sloppy Seconds, Spitroasting, Tender Moments, Threesome - Clown/Clown/Clown, Wet & Messy, Wolong Nuts (Weaponised) 

Word Count: ~3.5k

Summary:

The Zhou Zishu of ten minutes ago, who first agreed to the whole thing — the evening’s conversation and general bickering over drinks taking an unexpectedly filthy turn — had been thinking only about the imminent pounding on offer and not, well, everything else that might come with it. He had thought, naively, that it might finally shut both Wen Kexing and Ye Baiyi up and give them something to do other than fight back and forth. Had assumed that if they wanted to channel their competitive streaks into showing off to each other as to who can fuck him better, it could surely only end in a good time. He might as well take advantage of being the centre of attention and get an orgasm out of it.

The Zhou Zishu of the present — older now, and far wiser than his past counterpart — is already paying the price for his mistake, and he hasn’t even been fucked yet. He’d said yes, and no one has shut the fuck up about it since.

Link: AO3

[tbgkaru-woh]

hey quick question have you every read vSome Like It Hot by OrchisAilsa because its one of my fave woh fics

I did! Loved it, even doodled little drag!yby from chapter 2 for it too, just never quite finished it ♥ (link to fic >> )

[pastelcheckereddreams]

I’m in the mood to do some drabbling, send me some prompts for the various blorbos and otps! I’ve been reblogging ‘falling in love’ prompts and I’m 😩😩💘.

[pastelcheckereddreams]

“Do you ever resent him for taking a wife?”

Ye Baiyi knows the way Wen Kexing likes to press on bruises, relishing in the ripples discomfort creates over the veneer of a pleasant evening. He’s watched the Ghost Valley brat work a a yellowing bruise back to a deep purple on Zhou Zishu’s body often enough to know that it’s as much a literal fascination as it is figurative. 

So Ye Baiyi knows not to take it personally, most of the time.

He lets the question sit in the quiet evening air, inhaling the scent of Zishu’s plum wine as he brings the cup to his lips. He, too, ruminates on the bruise. 

It doesn’t hurt, not in the way Kexing perhaps intends it to - for all the ways their relationship has developed and grown, the brat still tries to find the cracks in Baiyi’s composure. (He is, the old immortal supposes, trying to gauge the depths of his tolerance - where the patience finally frays.)

Baiyi lets his gaze roam over the courtyard, where Zishu lingers over the pin he is whittling and tries not to look like he is holding his breath.

Baiyi is reminded once again just how young these men are, and how unfathomable love can seem.      

“Do you?” he asks Kexing instead, pouring the er-shixiong of Siji Manor another cup.