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astaraels · 1 month
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Femslash February — Clothes Sharing
fem!gallavich, club kiss. (ao3)
(This one is a couple of days early and I know I've got others to backtrack and write, but I do what I want 💕)
@m4ndysk4nkovich @holymurdock @callivich @lovekenney @echosluvr
It started out as nothing. One day Ian looked over and realized that Mickey was wearing her shirt—an old Ramones shirt she'd gotten from Lip—and it made her force the smile off her face before Mickey saw it and called her an idiot for it. But it filled her with warmth for the rest of the day whenever she thought of how big it looked on Mickey after Ian had stretched out the shoulders. It was probably no big deal, of course—Mickey just grabbing the closest shirt she could find, and Debbie's clothes were too small for her—but it still felt nice. Like something girlfriends would do.
The second time was on Ian; she'd gotten up late after a long shift at the bar, grabbing around next to her bed for some clean clothes so she could take a shower. She'd been too tired to pay attention to what she'd picked up, and only realized it once she was getting dressed and noticed it was Mickey's underwear she'd pulled on. They didn't fit perfectly, a little big, but Ian…kinda enjoyed the idea of wearing them. So sue her. It made everything worth it when she walked past Mickey in nothing but a shirt and her panties, and Mickey did a double take.
“Think you got the wrong pair on there, Gallagher,” she said, after Ian watched her throat move in a very interesting way. Mickey's words were casual, but the look in her eyes was anything but.
“Well,” Ian said, feeling a little bravado come along, “You can always come take ‘em back, if you really want.”
For a moment she actually thought Mickey would do it; the other girl bit her bottom lip slightly, apparently unable to stop staring. Then she looked up at Ian with an unreadable expression. “Just make sure you wash those” was all she said, but it took her another moment to turn around and walk away.
After that, it became normal for them to steal clothes—they couldn't wear the same jeans, since Mickey was nearly a foot shorter than Ian, but shirts, pajamas, underwear…anything was fair game. One time Ian found that Mickey had even stolen one of her bras, which was hilarious since Mickey was far more gifted in that department than Ian. When she'd asked, Mickey had blushed something fierce and muttered about how she'd been in a hurry that morning. Ian couldn't help but kiss her into the pillow after that.
Ian had always loved the fact that Mickey was so small, and loved that she looked even smaller when she wore Ian's shirts that seemed to fall off her shoulder. It didn't look bad, either; like she was trying to pull some kind of devil may care bad girl punk look. Sometimes she'd steal Ian's hoodie to sleep in, and it would smell like Mickey for days afterwards—Ian would end up wearing it afterwards, just to feel like they were closer. It made her feel safe, protected; even when Mickey wasn't around, she could still feel her there.
One night when Ian was working—dodging sleazy drunk guys who had no idea they were barking up the wrong fucking tree—she was finally taking a break, and looked around for Mickey but couldn't find her. It wasn't the worst thing ever; she knew Mickey couldn't be there all the time, but it didn't stop Ian from feeling a little bit disappointed. She liked having Mickey around, especially when Ian was finished and they could go to the lesbian bar up the street from the club.
They never said anything about it, but she knew Mickey was feeling more…well, comfortable, being around other people like them. Maybe one day Ian would even get Mickey to kiss her there, where it was safe. Now that Mickey wasn't afraid to kiss her anymore, now that they were together in all the ways that Ian couldn't get before. Mickey still couldn't say it out loud, but they were making progress. Slow, slow progress.
By the end of her shift, Ian still hadn't seen Mickey, which was definitely unusual. Every night, without fail, Mickey came and walked home with her—partly so the patrons didn't do something they'd regret, and partly, Ian knew, so that Ian herself wouldn't run off again. Some people might find that kind of attention stifling, but Mickey Milkovich didn't care for many people. The fact that she'd do something like that for Ian spoke volumes.
Just as Ian had put on her street clothes—unfortunately her body glitter was gonna get all over this shirt and pants, but it couldn't be helped—she headed out the door, and immediately ran into Mickey, almost knocking the other girl over.
“Shit!” Ian exclaimed, catching Mickey before she faceplanted on the pavement. “I didn't think you were gonna show up.”
“I had to make a run with Iggy and Colin,” Mickey explained. “Then they wanted to stop and grab some fuckin’ food, things got outta hand, you know the drill.”
Ian nodded, staring at her shirt on Mickey. It was one of her cuter hand-me-downs from Fiona, a nice black blouse with long, off-shoulder sleeves. She knew there wasn't a chance in hell that Mickey had worn something like that while she was out with her brothers, either. Not to mention the nice jeans she had on—they were in decent shape, not full of rips and holes like she usually wore. They were even tucked into a pair of combat boots that didn't look like they'd been beaten all to hell. It was a nice picture all put together, and Ian wondered if Mickey had done that for her sake.
“That's my shirt,” Ian murmured against Mickey's hair. She leaned down to kiss her, but Mickey jerked back like a scared animal. Ian sighed, but didn't push just then. Outside of a strip club wasn't the best place, anyway, she knew that. But Mickey was still wearing her shirt.
“Yeah, so fuckin’ what?” Mickey said, scowling. The tough girl attitude didn't work on Ian anymore, it just made Mickey look even cuter than usual. She grabbed Mickey's hand and steered her toward their usual after work bar.
“Nothing,” said Ian. “I just like seeing you wear my clothes.”
They both had fake IDs, but the butch woman behind the bar didn't seem to give a shit, sliding a beer towards each of them without a word. Ian clinked their bottles together, which earned her an eye roll from Mickey. She looked away quickly but Ian could still see the hint of a smile on her face. Score for Ian Gallagher.
Soon Ian pulled Mickey towards the dance floor, which was about half full with women of different ages, all ranging from full femme to stone butch, dancing close with their partners. Mickey grumbled and stood there with a scowl on her face as Ian tried to get her to dance, but Mickey didn't budge. “I ain't dancin’, Gallagher—it just makes you look dumb as shit.”
“You'd rather me be grinding up on some blonde cougar?” Ian said with a laugh, which only got worse when she saw Mickey nearly pop a blood vessel in anger. “Relax, I'm not gonna do that. But dancing is fun. What's wrong with fun?”
“Nothin’, except some creepy dyke or sleazy dude is always tryin’ to make the moves on y-”
Ian couldn't help herself; she leaned in to kiss Mickey, but got shoved away. It just made her roll her eyes, because if there was any place they could be safe to kiss, it'd be this one. But Mickey had a look in her eyes like a deer caught in headlights. In the past, Ian may have been more forgiving, but now Mickey needed to step things up. Let go of this shit, actually start learning to live instead of just surviving. So now Ian leaned back, staring at Mickey, waiting for her to give in. She always did, in the end; these days Ian could get her to do just about anything, and it gave Ian a thrill every time.
Mickey's gaze darted across the room; no one was looking at them or paying any kind of attention. It felt like Ian had to coax a scared dog out from hiding—but Mickey was always worth the wait. After a while it did get a little frustrating, but Mickey finally glanced at Ian's lips, took a step forward, and brought their mouths together. Hell fucking yes.
Ian wrapped her arms firmly around Mickey, who reached up and cupped Ian's jaw with one hand. They kissed each other like they were drowning—and maybe they were; drowning in the lights and the music and the fact that Mickey was wearing Ian's shirt, had gotten herself all nice and pretty just for Ian's sake. It made Ian never want to let her go, and Mickey seemed just as determined to hold onto her like a lifeline. Mickey's skin was hot under Ian's hands; Ian felt her own stomach turning flips, heat building inside her from the desire she had for this girl in her arms. The whole world seemed to fall away, like they were the only two in the room despite being surrounded by other people.
Goddamn, but Ian wanted her like she'd never wanted anyone else. Feeling Mickey's soft hair between her fingers, watching her pale, delicate skin grow flush so easily; Ian just wanted to press her against a wall, keep Mickey pinned down while she did as she pleased. The way Mickey looked at her when they finally pulled apart made Ian think that Mickey might let her do just that.
“Fuck, Mick…” Ian murmured against Mickey's ear, feeling the shudder that went through the other girl's body. It made Ian grin. The things they did to each other…
“Ian-” Mickey started to say, but Ian cut her off with another, dizzying kiss. Talking could come later. Right now, all Ian wanted was her lips against Mickey's own, pressing their bodies as close together as they could get. Right now she wanted the world to disappear so they could hold on and never let go. Everything she knew and loved about Mickey raced through her mind, until it was the only thing she could think of.
“Dance with me and I'll kiss you again,” Ian said with a smirk. Mickey looked around again, then put her arms around Ian's waist with a stubborn glare. Ian grinned wider, kissing Mickey again, pulling her in to dance. This was perfect—she had Mickey and she felt amazing, riding high on the feelings like she was on a roller coaster. It still made her blood hot, too, seeing Mickey in her clothes. Ian wondered just what else of hers Mickey might be wearing. She definitely needed to find out.
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lovekenney · 2 months
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Since femslash February is almost upon us, care to share some of your Kandy thoughts or headcanons? I'd love to hear them! 😊💕
In a perfect world where they are dating
(S1) Karen helped with the few streaks of color in Mandy’s hair because when she was younger she a phase where she really wanted pink hair so Sheila allowed her to get a few streaks.
Karen gave Mandy a bunch of her old clothes that she no longer wears because she knows Mandy would have a harder time finding clothes she likes (like the skirt we see Mandy in when they first introduce us to Mandy? Yeah that used to be Karens, her style just changed.)
Mandy showed Karen a bunch of old horror movies and Karen fell in love with them.
When Mandy told Karen that Veronica called her “Mandy skankovich” Karen thought it was the funniest thing and proceeded to call her it for weeks. (Mandy was at first annoyed but then grew to not care)
And on the topic of names, Karen also called Mandy “Amanda” because nobody else does and it makes her feel important to be the only one.
When Karen dyed her hair black Mandy thought it fitted her so well but Ian said they looked like siblings and Mandy was devastated and appalled
When Karen chopped her hair off with scissors Mandy tried to help even it out in the back but Karen wouldn’t let her touch it
Mandy accidentally told ian that her and Karen where dating when they got high once. “Yeah, Karen came over and we drank some” she caught herself to late and Ian looked at her confused. After a few seconds of them staring at each other Mandy came clean because she knew she could trust Ian.
Mandy taught Karen how to use a gun. (That’s it, no more context.)
Mandy pierced Karens nose with some ice and needle. They kissed after.
When Karen was younger she made a bunch of beaded bracelets and when she found them again she gave them to Mandy for shits and giggles assuming Mandy would lose them in a week like she did but Mandy put them in her makeup bag and never took them out.
When Karen went “emo” because of her father Mandy handed her some old black tank tops and shirts.
Karen knows how to play the guitar and Mandy is her biggest supporter (I’m only saying this one because Laura Wiggins plays guitar)
When Karen and Mandy went to school together in middle school they never really talked a lot and just had a mutual hate for each other because of their backgrounds. But they became friends from a mutual friend who forced them to actually meet (Ian, let’s pretend ian and karen are friends)
Karen was at first not a huge fan of the milkovich household for multiple reasons, but eventually she warmed up to it but still spent most of her time their in Mandy’s room.
Karen loves to do Mandy’s makeup even though Mandy isn’t a huge fan of how Karen does it but she still lets her.
Mandy helped destroy all of Eddie’s things because she knows how horrible it feels when your family puts you down like that.
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dqbbiegallaqher · 3 months
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Just started writing a season 3 Kandy soulmate au fic 😋😋
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dufrau · 2 years
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Fuck it i’m gonna promote this story one more time because I think it’s very fun and good and you should read it and comment on it and make me feel good about myself. OR NOT. you do you. ilu ronance nation.
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Agent Stinson (Stranger Things), Steve Harrington Additional Tags: the plot is a lie, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, except more like they are in love to lovers, like they know they are in love but they just keep not mentioning it, this whole thing is incredibly silly, Spy Caper, POV Robin Buckley, the last chapter gets pretty steamy fair warning, Chekhov's Leg, Banter, it's got it all baby, they are very bad detectives, Eventual Smut, Stakeout, i told you this was silly, youre not gonna believe this, but there is only one bed, erotic disarmament, doomsday prepper nancy wheeler Summary:
"Gross, dude," Robin muttered, but she was distracted by Nancy, who was evidently distracted by a woman who had just walked into the bar. Older, mid forties maybe. Short dark hair. Conservative kind of business-y outfit. Robin didn't recognize her. She was more concerned at the moment with the furrow in Nancy's brow, and the urge to press her thumb just there to smooth it out. Leave a thumbprint behind as evidence. Robin Buckley was here.
"Hey. Steve," Nancy said, eyes not leaving the woman at the bar. "How about you try... spreading the Gospel, I guess... to her?" She gestured at the woman. "She's one of Owens' people. Agent... Stinson I think. She's obviously off-duty, she might be open to it?"
Or
A dame walks into a bar. Our heroes are gay about it.
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femslashfictournament · 3 months
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Femslash fic tournament: Round 1.2
Say my name and every color illuminates Ship: Caitlyn/Vi Fandom: Arcane Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35963755/chapters/89655718 Summary: In a world where people only see color once they make eye contact with their soulmate, Caitlyn and Vi have learned to live in black and white. But a chance encounter at the gym changes everything.
Contemporary soulmates au, if you're into that. Realistic and empathetic portrayal of mental illness.
Road Ship: Myka Bering/HG Wells Fandom: Warehouse 13 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13555347/chapters/31104837 Summary: Navigation’s difficult, even if you think you know where you do and don’t want to go. This is a story in which two people named Myka and Helena try to figure out how to get from one place to another.
This is such a creative AU and it made such an impact on me when I first read it. The description is so atmospheric and really puts you there with the characters. It's also a rare Bering & Wells fic that was written post-2015.
this great gray matter Ship: Fiona Gallagher/Angela Fandom: Shameless Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4351259 Summary: Season 5 AU, in which Angela doesn't work for Jimmy, but still never eats all of her pie.
No propaganda submitted
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siriuslythatbitch · 10 months
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Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Narcissa Black Malfoy/Marlene McKinnon/Alice Longbottom
Summary: Summer Camp starts off with a bang... literally.
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melancholymorningstar · 2 months
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Welcome to the first (hopefully annual) Femslash February podFic Edition 2024! This is a femslash focused podficcing event running all throughout February! (aka an event to convince people to make more femslash podfic)
Frequently asked Questions:
What is this event? A shameless plug to get me, MelancholyMorningstar, more femslash podfic
How do I participate? Make a podfic, not!fic, or filk featuring two (or more) women in a romantic and/or sexual relationship and post it to this collection!
Do genderswapped/trans characters count? Absolutely! Regardless of what canon says any character can be femslashed if you try hard enough
Can I post NSFW/darkfic content? Go for it! As long as you tag appropriately this collection will accept all works featuring f/f (or f/f/f, or f/f/f/f/+) pairings
If you feel like tagging is a fundamentally flawed system of posting fanworks, feel free to create femslash anyway and just not include it in this collection
When does this event run? All of February! This collection will remain unrevealed until the beginning of February (if you somehow manage podfic before then) and then remain open from that point onwards Inspired by @polypodweek this collection won't have a hard deadline, but if it is getting close to February next year you should probably wait for the next collection
Does this event have themes/prompts? Nope For this first year it's going to remain very vague and open, and we'll see how it goes for next year
But I really want a prompt list? Check out the ao3 tag cloud for inspiration! Additional Tag Cloud
I'm not going to have time/energy/motivation to make femslash podfic during February, how can I participate? No stress this is a very low key event, but if you'd like to participate you can: A) make a different medium of femslash work and post it to tumblr under the hashtag #femslashfebruary or the ao3 collection Femslash February (no affiliation) or, B) Find a femslash author and ask them to put up a Blanket Permission statement about their podficcing permissions Femslash fandoms tend to be very light on permission statements about whether people can make podfic without asking first You can even direct them to the Permission Statement Builder by flamingwell @flamingwell to make it super easy
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callivich · 2 months
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Shameless Femslash Februrary 💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩
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Dedicated to @astaraels who suggested we do something for femslash February! 💖 I don’t have time to do very detailed prompts but I thought it might be fun to try a daily challenge! Two prompts for each day - first will be a random word/phrase and the second will be a trope/genre. You can do one prompt or both or skip the day if you don’t feel inspired. Interpret the prompts however you like to create fic, art, headcanons, meta, edits, videos etc!
There doesn’t seem to be anything on the #shamelessfemslash tag so maybe we could use that for creations?
Lipstick // Hurt/Comfort
Dreams // Angst
Runaway // Found Family
Memories // Fluff
Lost // Vampire AU
Cigarette smoke // Amnesia
Moonlight // Canon Divergent
Kiss // Secret Relationship
Complications // Post-Finale
Locked doors // One Night Stand
Bruise // Missing Scene
Lingerie // Diner or Coffeeshop AU
Spilled beer // Enemies to Lovers
Ring // Friends with Benefits
Brief touches // Jealousy
Missed opportunity // Neighbours or Roommates AU
Awakening // Outsider POV
Blood // Prison AU
Colours // Mutual Pining
Lick // Magic AU
Sweet or salty // Epistolary - letters, texts etc
Growing up too soon // Domestic
Obsession // Soulmate AU
Soft embrace // Only One Bed
Trying not to cry // Sharing Clothes
Pressure // Fake Dating
Smudged makeup // First Time
Hidden desires // Canon Rewrite
Partners in crime // Love Confessions
Bonus Bingo Card…..
Interpret the prompts however you like to create fic, art, headcanons, meta, edits, videos etc!
You can try to complete a line by using all the prompts for example in the top line across or one of the middle lines down. Or you can just use one prompt, or a couple of prompts or all four corners - whatever you like.
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a-fast-rebloger · 2 months
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Gelphie Femslash February: Day 11- Lurlinemas
Guess who's taking advantage of @gelphiefemslashfeb to post art I didn't finish in time for the holidays? It's me, cause I'm shameless <3
Anyway! Another one of my staple Coloring Digitally a Trad Drawing creations. Hope yall enjoy hehe
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echosluvr · 2 months
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whateverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr i don't even care about shameless femslash febuaryyyy (is visibly shaking)
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optiwashere · 1 month
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Written for Femslash February 2024 for the prompt "Transformation."
The second of the "background women" string of fics, now with a bit of tragedy. What happens when one's obsession (literally) consumes them?
Writing background characters is always so fun because they have so little dialogue and few interactions. You wind up having to expand on faint hints of characterization in neat ways, and the "inquisitive alchemist" part of Araj felt ripe for a bit of tragedy with a gothic fiction underpinning throughout.
Rating: E
Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/F
Ship: Araj Oblodra/Original Female Vampire Character
Tags and AO3 Summary under the break.
Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Porn With Plot, Shameless Smut, Gothic, Vampires, Vampire Turning, Trans Female Character, Post-Op Trans Character, Masturbation, Dubious Consent, Mind Control, Cunnilingus
Summary:
House Oblodra is cursed with curiosity. Araj, however, had spent countless years managing to avoid any drawbacks to her inquisitive experimentation. At least, until one night when one of her obsessions visits her in a rented room in the Upper City.
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astaraels · 2 months
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Day 6 — Femslash February — Cigarette Smoke
Mandy/Svet, playing with fire. (ao3)
@holymurdock @m4ndysk4nkovich @lovekenney
Svetlana had always known not to play with fire. It was one of the first lessons she learned as a girl, when her mother would put logs in their fireplace and set a cheery fire blazing in the hearth. The warmth of the flames always seemed to drive away the cold, and Svetlana had always looked forward to the first day every autumn when they brought in wood from the shed outside.
She didn't remember the first time she'd tried to touch the flames, exactly; just a sudden searing pain and her mother shouting. The lesson was still there, even if the memory had mostly faded by now. Play with fire and you'll get burned. She'd learned from that experience, made it part of the mantra she used to get through her life. Do what you have to in order to survive, but don't play with fire. Don't get burned. Smart girls lived another day, and Svetlana's mother always said she was a smart girl.
It was a hot summer evening, sticky with humidity and where they were all in as little clothing as possible so they could keep cool until the window unit could be fixed. Her piece of shit rainbow husband was on the couch, holding onto his orange boy with one arm and Yevgeny with the other. He'd taken her words to heart from their talk the morning after the christening. They had an understanding now—he did not give her bullshit about the baby, and in return she did not bother him or his boyfriend. Shit, she'd even found she liked the boyfriend well enough, once he'd managed to get out of bed and didn't act like a corpse anymore.
She found her carton of cigarettes and her lighter, grabbing them on her way out to the back porch. Even though she couldn't quite kick the habit completely, she had quickly put a rule into place that there would be no smoking or drugs done around her Yevgeny. The baby books had said it was bad for them, and Svetlana agreed. Rum was still the best for teething, though, no matter what the books said.
“I am going to smoke,” she told the boys. The orange boy—Ian—looked over at her and gave her a smile, which she returned. “Yevgeny is asleep?”
“Like a fuckin’ rock,” Mickey said. “Best part about the kid.”
Ian messed with Mickey's hair, grinning because he knew his boyfriend couldn't retaliate while holding the baby. “Yev is adorable all the time,” he said, and Svetlana kissed the top of his head in thanks.
“Carrot boy is right—Yevgeny is good baby. Put him in crib if you want, I will take him to room when I come back.”
She walked outside to the back porch, the sounds of the city at night growing louder as she opened the door. The shouts and sirens were familiar to her now; not even the occasional pop of a gunshot fazed her as she lit her cigarette and brought it to her lips. Svetlana took a deep drag, letting the nicotine burn her lungs. The red cherry of her cigarette was bright in the last light of the sunset. As she sat down at the top of the stairs, the door opened behind her, closing with a soft bang.
“Hey,” came Mandy's voice. “Mind if I sit?”
Svetlana breathed out the smoke into the sticky night air. “Not a problem.” The stairs were narrow, so the two women sat with their shoulders and hips pressed against each other. Not that Svetlana would complain about it; Mandy was beautiful, and after things had fallen apart with Nika—Svetlana wanting more than Nika could give her—she didn't mind being squished in next to a pretty girl on a night like this.
She passed the cigarette over, and Mandy accepted it quietly. Their fingertips brushed against one another's, sending a small shiver up Svetlana's spine. Mandy took a drag off the cigarette, exhaling slowly, eyes fluttering closed in the faint traces of light. She was indeed very beautiful, Svetlana mused, the sharp lines of her features still soft in a way that made Svetlana a little curious. It made her wonder what it might feel like to tease out her secrets. They were two alike, Svetlana felt certain of that, and just because you were damaged goods didn't mean someone else couldn't find value there.
They continued to pass the cigarette between them until the cherry glow dimmed and there was nothing left but a bit of ash at the tip. Svetlana crushed it out and tossed it into a nearby ashtray. Then she turned, and found Mandy already looking at her.
“Shit, I-” Mandy started to say, but Svetlana was quick, pulling her in close with a gentle touch to her chin. Their lips met, the taste of nicotine from the cigarette smoke still lingering in their mouths. Mandy was soft and pliant, nothing like her usual harsh and sharp demeanor that Svetlana admired so much. Her lips parted and Svetlana let her tongue press into Mandy's mouth, wanting to take as much as she could get.
A small sound made its way out of the back of Mandy's throat, her hand coming up to cup Svetlana's jaw. Svetlana slid her own hand into Mandy's long, dark hair, beautiful and fine between her fingers. There were a few moments of push and pull, back and forth as they explored each other's mouths; Svetlana let her free hand trace across the front of Mandy's tank top, cupping one breast and earning her a short, cut-off moan in return. It made Svetlana grin, and she wondered what other sounds she could get this beautiful girl to make for her.
Finally they pulled away, Mandy's expression like that of a deer in the headlights. “Holy shit,” she breathed. “I didn't—but you-”
“I like choice,” Svetlana told her, brushing back some strands of hair in Mandy's face. “My husband is rainbow boy. He and orange boy rub dicks together, I do not care. We are not married like normal couple. Freedom to be him, freedom to be me. And you are too beautiful not to kiss.”
Even in what little light there was left outside, Svetlana could see Mandy's cheeks turn red with a blush. “I didn't, uh…I'm not gay—well. I don't think I am.”
Svetlana chuckled, tracing her fingers along Mandy's jaw. Mandy bit her lip and looked at her with a dark, almost hungry gaze. “Your eyes, they tell different story. Maybe you just never have had chance to find out.”
“You're fucking gorgeous,” Mandy blurted out. “I always thought so. I just…” But words seemed to fail her; instead, she leaned forward and kissed Svetlana again. There was the faintest trace of mint gum that mixed with the taste of cigarettes, and Svetlana smiled against Mandy's lips.
“Stay with me tonight,” Svetlana offered. It was a leap in the dark, and maybe it was another way of playing with fire. Maybe it was a chance for happiness, too—a chance for her to carve out something for herself in this life. She hadn't had much of that before, not since she was ten years old. America was a land of choice, a land of freedom. Freedom to choose—and she wanted to choose this beautiful girl.
She pressed Mandy up against the railing of the staircase, a hand on her hip; their position was somewhat awkward, but Svetlana didn't care, and it seemed Mandy didn't, either. She ran a hand through Svetlana's hair, twirling its waves around her fingers as her other hand cupped the back of her neck to pull her in closer.
“Yeah,” Mandy breathed, once they'd finally broken apart. “Yeah—I want that, too.”
Svetlana grinned, pulling them both to their feet. They stumbled inside the door, Mandy laughing even as she nearly tripped over her own feet. The boys had fallen asleep on the couch, Yevgeny in his bassinet on the floor—safe and sound. Svetlana turned to Mandy, taking her hands and kissing her fingers. She caught Mandy's gaze, saw her breath hitch at the gesture, and felt an ache throughout her whole body.
If this was playing with fire, maybe it wasn't the worst thing to get burned.
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wangxianficfinder · 8 months
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F/F WangXian
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splash;; by defractum (nyargles) (E, 11k, wangxian, modern w/ cultivation, gender changes, F/F, merpeople, rule 63, smut)
Like the sea loves the shore by Say (E, 15k, wangxian, LQY & WWX, implied/referenced WWX/WC, F/F, rule 63, dark LWJ, protective LWJ, sirens, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst w/ happy ending, eventual smut, human WWX, siren LWJ, age difference, non-human genitalia, minor character death)
make me whole, make me new by occultings (microcomets) (E, 24k, WangXian, Rule 63, Cisswap, Femslash, Modern AU, College/University, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, (briefly), Pining, Jealousy, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Light Humiliation, Bathing/Washing, Bath Sex, as is the wangxian way, Hurt/Comfort, kind of, Lesbian Sex, Getting Together, First Time)
The Flower Blooms in Day and Night by TheRedFig (T, 46k, WIP, WangXian, Rule 63, Lesbian AU, Period-Typical Sexism, Fem!WWX, Fem!LWJ, Pining, Sexuality Crisis, Internalized Misogyny, Sexual Harassment, Happy Ending, Heteronormativity, Spoilers for Novel, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, NOT for the main pair, Genderswap, TW in the beginning of each chapter, Unreliable Narrator)
Beautiful mess, a colourful wreck by covalentbonds (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff and Humor, Mild Smut, Rule 63, 3zun | Venerated Triad Feels, Shameless LWJ, Female LWJ, Female WWX, Now featuring for some reason the insanely underrated LWJ-JZX-JC bitchiness potentia,l Childhood Friends, First Meetings)
Pull out game weak by 74243 (E, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, Dom/sub, Sexting, Nudes, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Strap-Ons, Mistaken Identity, JC character assassination, Even when its not omegaverse lwj is still an alpha dyke, Subdrop)
the hard way by dustyloves (E, 9k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Modern AU, College/University, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Gender Changes, Cisswap, PWP, Dubious Consent, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Female NHS)
Ghost in the Machine by DizziDreams (M, 65k, wangxian, rule 63, F/F, transistor au, case fic, horror elements, character death, scifi au)  
i glow pink, blossoming over you by Anonymous (E, 11k, wangxian, rule 63, F/F, modern w/ magic, cherry magic au, dom/sub undertones, hand feeding, acespec WWX, demisexual LWJ, smut)
The life and times of a bad idea bear series by houselesbian (T, 21k, wangxian, F/F, modern, highschool setting, relationship talk, humor, angst, rabbits)
Happy for Now by ScarlettStorm (E, 80k, wangxian, F/F, modern, there was only one bed, romance author au, adhd WWX, service top LWJ, pining, smut, comedy, angst, Shenanigans ™)
The Yiling Matriarch by Lusern (Not rated, 69k, wangxian, F/F, coming out story, character study, WIP)
your grave, a garden; a barrow, your bed by twinagonies (E, 31k, wangxian, F/F, YLLZ WWX, BDSM, power play, bondage, impact play, smut, switching, porn with plot, golden core reveal, mental health issues, wen remnants live)
Immortals at Magpie Bridge by Starlitverses (Not rated, 28k, wangxian, F/F, women being awesome, canon divergence, not everyone dies au, forbidden love, WIP)
Creamy Peaches by An0therWerid0 (E, 26k, wangxian, F/F, modern, overstimulation, PWP, age difference, camgirl WWX, WIP)
everything’s going to be discovered by everythingispoetry (M, 98k, wangxian, F/F, modern w/ magic, reunions, soft wangxian, family feels, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, disability)
And they were roommates… by harriet_vane (M, 41k, wangxian, F/F, modern, college/university au)
Paler Than Grass by Lusern (T, 36k, wangxian, F/F, modern, schoolteacher au, fluff, cottagecore lesbians)
Out of your system by mimilamp (E, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, Sexual Content, Strap-Ons, jealous wwx, lwj FUCKS, mention of Lan Zhan/others, Y E A R N I N G, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)
A Touch To Calm This Aching Heart by Multifacetedinterests (E, 12k, WangXian, Genderswap, Dragon LWJ, Huli Jing WWX, War Prize WWX, Possessive LWJ, Bad Parent YZY, Abusive YZY, Face Slapping, Emotional Manipulation, Fear of Being Fucked to Death, Dead JFM, Touch-Starved, hidden identity, Enemies to Lovers, Miscommunication, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Hurt/Comfort, Dom/sub Undertones, Non-Consensual Collar Usage, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Exhibitionism, Dubcon adjacent)
Flowers in the Palace series by stiltonbasket (T, 21k, Female WangXian, NieLan, Female LXC, Emperor NMJ, Empress LXC, Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Getting together, Harem, Concubine WWX, Consort LWJ)
if your body’s into me by plonk (Not Rated, 13k, Modern with Magic, Gender Changes)
nobody compares by tongzhi (E, 16k, WangXian, Modern AU, Gender Changes, Rule 63, PWP, Porn with Feelings, Lesbian Sex, comp het lwj, very light dom/sub undertones, Friends to Lovers, Cisswap, Getting Together, sexuality realization, (but no external homophobia), Pining while fucking)
Finding the love of my life on douyin! by countingcr0ws (E, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, LWJ Has Large Breasts, Social Media, Romance, Fluff, Cunnilingus, Nipple Licking, Female WWX, Female LWJ, Online Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Smut, TikTok, Footnotes, BAMF WWX)
pov: you give your crush a makeover by grapesoda (T, 7k, WangXian, F/F, Modern AU, Social Media, tiktok au, Female LWJ, Female WWX, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Getting Together, Humor, Makeovers, alt tiktok wwx, makeup artist lwj, lapslock)
Make My Wish Come True by justpeace (T, 9k, wangxian, modern cultivation, gender changes, fem wangxian, Christmas, fake/pretend relationship, sharing a bed, case fic, getting together, angst, butch LWJ)
i could bite my tongue by astrolesbian (M, 3k, wangxian, gender changes, fem wangxian, first time, anxiety, communication, aftercare)
a polishing of mirrors by occultings (microcomets) (M, 7k, wangxian, gender changes, fem wangxian, canon compliant, cloud recesses study era, sex pollen, aphrosidiacs, getting together, swimming, kissing)
Come into the water by feyburner (E, 4k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, PWP, established relationship, first time)
Swing Me by airinshaw (E, 3k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, public sex)
Kissing is Gross but Wei Ying is Perfectly Kissable by stiricide (E, 7k, wangxian, WWX/others, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, past relationships, lingerie, mildly dubious consent, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom/sub undertones, compulsory heterosexuality, explicit consent, getting together, friends to lovers, multiple orgasms, WWX has ADHD)
Glass walls by eatmyass (E, 9k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, PWP, friends to lovers, exhibitionism, voyeurism, under-negotiated kink, dirty talk, slut shaming, humiliation)
Keep Me by wingsofbadass (E, 58k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, friends to lovers, compulsory heterosexuality, explicit sexual content, sexuality discovery, straight girl WWX, minor WWX/WX, LWJ fucks)
Body Language by Scourge Daughter (scourgedaughter) (E, 33k, wangxian, modern, office au, ABO, gender changes, fem wangxian, office romance, hacking, cybersecurity, alpha/alpha wangxian, arranged marriage, wangxian endgame, happy ending, YZY A+ parenting, canonical character death, sexual harrasment, drunk LWJ, switch wangxian)
Let’s Get Real, Baby by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 22k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, disaster lesbians, best bud MM, karaoke, drinking, smut)
breathe me in by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 5k, wangxian, PWP, gender changes, fem wangxian)
Homecoming by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 2k, wangxian, PWP, gender changes, fem wangxian)
sweet talker by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 19k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, butch dyke LWJ, “straight” girl WWX, sexuality exploration, barely there wangxian-typical dub con)
all that by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 19k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, butch dyke LWJ, smut, coming out)
sideways by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 20k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, butch dyke LWJ, casual and not-so-casual sex, smut, WWX getting wrecked, “straight” girl WWX)
a history of the body by northofallmusic (tofsla) (E, 13k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, massage, getting together, sex toys, past serious injuries, chronic pain, domesticity, friends to lovers)
take me in by thelastdboy (E, 2k, Female WangXian, POV LWJ, PWP, Rule 63, WWX Uses Bìchén Inappropriately, Inappropriate Use of Bìchén, Object Insertion, Vaginal Sex, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Light Masochism, Nipple Play, Temperature Play, Light Sadism, Female Ejaculation, Multiple Orgasms, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Body Worship, Vaginal Fisting, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Aftercare, Fluff and Smut)
End Racism in the OTW by Deastar (M, 2k, wangxian, F/F, modern, ABO, non-traditional ABO dynamics, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, fluff, rule 63)
Line of sight by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 8k, wangxian, F/F, pre-relationship, always different sex au, plucky heroines, misogyny, enemies to friends, WWX has ADHD)
you can always find me here by ScarlettStorm (E, 15k, wangxian, F/F, post-canon, getting together, genderswap, cisswap, trans woman LWJ, cis woman WWX, first time, vaginal fingering, oral sex)
A Heart in Ribbons by Alliandra (E, 8k, wangxian, F/F, gender or sex swap, canon divergence, war lord LWJ, darkish LWJ, powercouple wangxian, dub con, finger fucking, cunnilingus)
smoke gets in your eyes by Hi_Hello_smile (T, <1k, wangxian, F/F, modern, chef WWX, WIP)
Hello, My Fire by GhostySword (E, 25k, wangxian, F/F, rule 63, modern cultivation, BAMF wangxian, violence against vacuums, pining, getting together, there was only one bed, switching, light bondage, sex toys, tattoo parlor au, humor, adventure)
Pocket Too Deep for Play by bigamma (E, 57k, WangXian, F/F, Modern AU, College/University, Vibrators, Easter Eggs, Sex Toys, Autistic LWJ, Female WWX, Female LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, Lacrosse, Christian Themes, Sports Medicine, YZY’s A+ Parenting, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Christian Holidays, Easter Egg Hunt, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Bible Quotes (Abrahamic Religions), Cunnilingus)
Perfect shot by sunandseas (E, 10k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Fashion & Models, Mutual Pining, Hand & Finger Kink, Mildly Dubious Consent, LWJ has big tits, Dom/sub Undertones, lwj insults wwx and they fuck about it, pussy-drunk wwx, Come Eating, PWP, Strap-Ons, Spanking)
an inch away from more (than just friends) by occultings (microcomets) (E, 15k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, Femslash, Lesbian Sex, Genderbending, Pining while fucking, sexuality exploration, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Friends to Lovers, Masturbation, Kissing, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Getting Together, Swim Team, Diving, Pool Sex, Outdoor Sex, Jealousy)
Are you gonna be my girl by 74243 (E, 14k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Established Relationship, Forced Feminization, Sadism, Dom/sub, Slut Shaming, Internalized Misogyny.... but like.... Make It Sexy, Humiliation, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Painplay, Cock Warming, Genderplay, Vague sugardaddy LWJ vibes)
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strezzlecki · 2 months
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femslash febuary day 4: unrequited love
lesbian prongsfoot • 840 words • @hpsaffics
It’s champagne and sugar, being settled next to James. It’s the pleasant fizz on the tip of her tongue as she sips, it’s the sparkling pink settling on her bottom lip like dew drops. It’s the refreshing sweetness of an overripe strawberry busting under her canines.
It’s just enough to tolerate, the sensation buzzes under her skin like a livewire. Barely enough to be background noise, to be something she’ll become accustomed to, a feeling she might even be lucky enough to forget.
And then James brushes the bare skin of her thigh and it’s static, it’s an open flame. It’s her skin peeled back and exposed the elements, it’s the softly humming cables of her body catching fire, scorching their way to her heart.
Sirius drains the last drops of champagne from her glass and meets James’ eyes. They’re wide behind the foggy glasses, sitting crooked on her nose. Wide with her unspoken request, shameless pleading bordering on begging. There’s not much Sirius would refuse James-in fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever refused James-but this was pushing it.
“No! No, no, no!” Sirius has her fingers over her lips before James can even speak. “Not this! Find some other hopeless girl! There’s plenty in this room who’ll jump on the chance.”
And James is setting aside her own glass on the arm of the couch, and placing her hands on Sirius’ knees, and the crackling blaze in her heart is a bonfire. She’s coughing up ash and James’ nose is brushing hers. The air is sickly with their shared candied breath and Sirius has no defenses left. She’s sure she had none to begin with.
“Please?” James’ words slide down her throat like honey, soothing her burn like balm. Of course she couldn’t refuse her this, just she’d been helpless to refuse her before.
And James is the conqueror, the victor with her spoils. Settling back into the worm velvet of the loveseat and it may as well be a throne. Tapping the side of her glass with her fingernails, the piercing ringing commanding the attention of the room, she’s so satisfied on anyone else it would be smug. But not on James, never to Sirius.
Until she raises her glass over her head, silencing the hum of conversation and announces, “Speech! Speech! The bride wants to hear a speech!”
There are so many things Sirius could say about James, the bride, words that would fill libraries, but when she meets James’ eyes again the balm that was soothing her becomes suffocating. She’s burnt to cinders.
Everyone would expect a nice speech from her. A room of their friends, James’ family, a few hopeful hangers on, all expecting a nice speech from her. Two days before the wedding the responsibility was practically shackled to her by God. Or James, who was close enough.
Maid of honour, best friend of the bride, sister of the groom. There was so much she could say.
And then James squeezes her wrist and she can’t hear her own voice over the roaring flames licking up her ankles, her inner thighs, her stomach.
It’s James’ nails dragging over her skin, pressing down her racing pulse. It’s the way her lips part softly with a gasp when she looks at her, sticky with lip gloss they’d applied together. It’s the pull of her dress over her chest, fabric stretched thin over the gentle thudding of her heart, so steady and grounding compared to Sirius’.
It’s the way she knows those hands as well as her own, and longs for them to touch her in ways she’s only touched herself. It’s the way she knows how James would taste on her tongue, the way her skin would split under her teeth.
It’s the way James’ body is pressed to hers, shoulder to thigh, and it will never be close enough. It’s the way Sirius brushes a lock of her unruly hair over her shoulder and her fingers twitch for more, to bury herself up to her knuckles in the roots. It’s the way she could climb inside James’ open mouth and take root inside her stomach.
But Sirius can’t say this, and maybe she doesn’t have to. The way James’ triumphant eyes rake over her shorched body, she’s sure she knows.
“Well,” and the crashing waves in her gut settle to a gentle rocking as Sirius focuses on the mole on James’ collarbone. “You all know how much I love James…”
“I love you!” And James has the tip of her sword at the base of Sirius’ exposed neck. “We’re like sisters, you and me.”
It’s sour, the sip that Sirius takes. The champagne refuses to pass the rising bile in her throat, it rots behind her teeth. It’s warm and flat, choking her.
It’s words forcing their way out of her, out her the gaping wound in her vulnerable throat. It’s vinegar in the hot air between them, the lie the spits through the blood James draws.
“Like sisters.” She agrees.
And she’s still burning.
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junosjukebox · 2 months
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Femslash February game
Thanks for the tag @rialitysworld for this game!! Here's my thoughts.
💖 A wlw ship that's your go-to when you need to read some shameless smut - I don't usually seek out smut fics and if I was going to read it, I tend to pick writers over ships as to what I'd read. If I absolutely had to pick a ship in rpdr it would be Halldoll and most of all the fantastic Friends with Benefits series by @salope69 . And then there's some other ships for other fandoms where I like a particular fic but wouldn't go through the ship itself.
Tldr: I'm very picky and most of the time don't really read smut.
❤️ Tropes in wlw fics/media that give you life - mostly I love spooky things, e2l, hanahaki, soft things, a nice healthy portion of angst. Mostly just things I wouldn't see often.
🧡 A song that heals your feels about the angsty wlw ship of yours - I'm not sure I understand this question so I'm picking a song that makes me think of a ship instead (and I don't need to tell you the ship if you've seen Black Mirror lmao).
💛 A wlw writer who deserves their time in the sun (author spotlight) - @goodemethyd has written so many fantastic things!!
💚 A picture of one of your fave wlw ships in nature, or in their natural habitat - coming right up
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🩵 Recommend a wlw fic that you think more people should read - go read this one by @thecollectionsof this one deserves all your love tbh!!
💙 Three colours that remind you of your wlw otp - I don't have a particular otp at the moment with YJ but let's go with Taivan - navy blue, dusty burgundy, and steel grey.
💜 Thoughts on soulmates in fiction - my phone corrected soulmates to sulfates which made me smile. I have mixed thoughts on the trope in general which I won't go into here because long, but I do enjoy reading soulmate fics, I've never read a soulmate fic by a moot that didn't make me do this 🥹
No pressure tags for: anyone already tagged in this post 😈 and also @alittlebitgoofy @snowflakenali @plegdoctor @tiaskofi @artificialortega @comedychallenge @andthatisnotfake @glittertrail
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dottiesficrecs · 7 months
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a selection of wangxian femslash
in honor of august 21st being fanfic appreciation day, have some f/f wangxian fics!
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Close The Door Next Time (Or At Least Invite Me) by anxiousTypist | E | 6.5k | CW wangxian-typical dubcon
A plumbing mishap leads to Wei Ying sharing a room with Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan comes home to see Wei Ying making herself very comfortable indeed. — Or: Wei Ying fucks her plush bunny toy on Lan Zhan’s bed.
well-loved and taking root by etcetcetc | E | 3k
“But you totally want to knock me up with your eggs if I’m into it,” Wei Wuxian supplies, delighted, already feeling a little shivery with the idea. Lan Zhan fixes her with a stern look. She steps closer, close enough that she can speak into Wei Wuxian’s ear. “Do I?” she asks. She puts a hand low on Wei Wuxian’s stomach, hot even through her clothes. “Is that what you think, Wei Ying? That I want to fuck you long and hard, fill you up so that you can never forget who you belong to?” “Um.” Wei Wuxian swallows, swaying into Lan Zhan’s solid warmth. “That sounds nice,” she says, a little weakly.
the flower path grows thorns (then you reach out to save me) by sleepingyoongi | E | 3.1k
"Do you want me to help?" Lan Zhan asks. Her voice is low and even, a forced effort to hide the desire in her words. Normally, she would never be this bold, this shameless - that's Wei Ying's area of expertise - but something about the early morning, before dawn has even broken yet, makes her brave. "H-help?" Wei Ying stutters, cheeks colouring. "It seems that having an orgasm would help you sleep. I can help you with that." (or: fem!wangxian where wei ying wakes up horny and lan zhan helps out.)
everything is yours series by tapiokay | E | 8.7k total | CW omegaverse
Wei Ying has not fucked her in two weeks. Lan Zhan "forgets" to take her heat suppressants.
sudden, wild and delicate (your fingers | my tongue) by Anonymous | E | 10.1k
After discovering people with vaginas can have multiple and consecutive orgasms, Wei Ying decides to take things into her own hands—quite literally—and put the scientific method to the test to see how many times she can make herself come. Unfortunately, no matter what she does or how much stimulation she gets she can’t ever get past the one. Until she finds herself thinking of her best friend Lan Zhan.
To Dress Her in Your Colors by Eudoxia (@eudoxiav) | M | 4.3k | CW omegaverse
Wei Wuxian's first heat after coming back to life is terrible. Lucky for her, Lan Wangji kindly offers to let her stay at Cloud Recesses for the next one. And if Wei Wuxian steals a robe or two, what's a little robe... borrowing between zhiji? — For the prompt: "Wangxian post canon a/b/o (cql ending based) where wwx keeps stealing lwj's robes for her nest coming back to cloud recesses. they are not together yet but lwj of course keeps leaving them in jingshi for wwx to take without being suspicious. get together when wwx finds out that it has been deliberate"
the day you promised you could lie forever. by lotuslike | E | 7.9k | CW omegaverse
"Wei Ying," she rasps out, pupils blown wide when Wei Ying forces her head up to look at her. Her head feels floaty. She's beginning to feel hot all over, too, sweat sticking behind her knees, under the swell of her breasts, only to be cooled where her skin touches Lan Zhan's, and absently she thinks she should be worried that she may somehow be having a heat stroke. She watches Lan Zhan's nostrils flair, swallow hard, and that brings another gush down her legs. Deliriously, she's sure she's already soaked through her robes and is starting to stain Lan Zhan's, which doesn't help much. "Your heat." ---- Wei Ying unexpectedly gets her first heat in Mo Xuanyu's body, and unintentionally start's Lan Zhan's rut. Shamelessness ensues.
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