#the untamed reader insert

[mdzsfan]

Whispers of innocence

Thank you Lily (quotev) for requesting this!

d/n = daughter's name

Lan Xichen stood at the doorway, a worried expression softening his usually composed features as he observed Y/n nestled in bed, visibly unwell. It was a rare sight to witness her in such a state, and his heart tugged with concern for her well-being. Approaching the bedside with a quiet grace, he couldn't help the tender smile that curved his lips as he gazed down at her.

"Rest well, my love," his voice was a soothing murmur, laced with affection. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, his touch lingering as if to impart his comfort and care. "I'll be right here if you need anything."

Y/n managed a faint smile, her fingers weakly curling around his hand. "Thank you, Xichen. I just need some rest."

"A-niang!" D/n burst into the room, her energy uncontainable as she barged in. The Lan disciples scrambled to rein in her exuberance, their attempts to hold her back a gentle reminder of decorum in the presence of the Clan Leader and his wife.

"Sorry, Zewu-Jun and Lan Furen," the lan disciples offered apologetic bows.

Lan Xichen raised a hand, signaling a halt, and offered a reassuring smile to the disciples before they left. He turned his attention back to the scene unfolding before him, where d/n stood with her parents.

"A-niang!" D/n's voice was a symphony of delight as she addressed her mother. "Are you feeling better?"

Y/n's lips curved into a warm smile, her eyes shining with affection for her daughter. "I am, especially now that you're here."

D/n's face lit up with joy, her happiness radiating like a sunbeam. She approached the bedside, her small hands reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from y/n's face.

"But Lan Jingyi told me that if you're sick, you'll grow worms in your belly and have bugs coming out of your head," d/n said, her innocence evident in her tone as she relayed the curious information she had picked up.

Y/n couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of Lan Jingyi's imaginative warning. "Oh, really?" She exchanged a knowing glance with Lan Xichen, amusement dancing in their eyes.

Lan Xichen joined the conversation, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Well, d/n, Lan Jingyi's imagination can be quite vivid, but I assure you, your A-niang is in good hands. She's resting and will be better soon."

D/n's brows furrowed in contemplation, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "I guess worms and bugs are not very good caretakers, are they?"

Lan Xichen chuckled softly, his gaze fond as he ruffled her hair affectionately. "No, they're not quite the nurturing type."

D/n nodded, seemingly satisfied with this clarification. Her attention shifted back to her mother, her expression softening with affection. "A-niang, can I stay with you for a while?"

"It's best for A-niang to be alone for a while so she can recover," Lan Xichen gently explained to his daughter as they exited the room, leaving his wife to rest and recuperate.

D/n's brows furrowed in a mix of concern and curiosity as she mulled over her father's words. "But Lan Jingyi told me that if you're alone for too long, you won't get better. He said little bugs will start to collect your soul." Her pout was accompanied by a worried expression.

Lan Xichen couldn't help but hide a small smile at the imaginative explanation provided by Lan Jingyi. "Oh, is that so?" He knelt down to her eye level, his tone conspiratorial. "Well, I think Lan Jingyi might have been having some fun with his words. You see, A-niang just needs some quiet time to rest and regain her strength. No bugs involved."

D/n's eyes widened with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "Are you sure, a-die?"

Lan Xichen nodded with an earnest expression. "Absolutely sure. Sometimes, being alone and resting can help our bodies heal faster."

D/n pondered his words, her pout slowly transforming into a thoughtful expression. "So, no bugs?"

Lan Xichen chuckled softly. "No bugs, I promise."

D/n's lips curled into a relieved smile, her worry dissipating. "Okay, then. I guess I can let A-niang rest."

"That's very considerate of you," Lan Xichen praised, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Your A-niang will appreciate it very much."

D/n beamed with pride, her worries now replaced with a sense of understanding. "I want her to get better soon so we can play together!"

Lan Xichen stood up and held out his hand, ready to continue their journey. "That's a wonderful thought, d/n. Now, how about we go for a little walk while A-niang rests? We can come up with fun ideas to surprise her when she feels better."

D/n's eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect of planning surprises. She took her father's hand, her grip firm and determined. "Yes, let's do that, a-die!"

As the father and daughter strolled through the tranquil corridors of the Lan Clan residence, the serenity of the surroundings seemed to trigger a flood of memories for Lan Xichen. The way y/n interacted with d/n, their laughter and affectionate exchanges, transported him back to his own childhood days alongside Lan Wangji, a time when their mother's presence still graced their lives.

Lost in his reminiscences, Lan Xichen was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of d/n's exuberant voice. "You know, a-die!" Her declaration echoed down the hallways, drawing curious glances from passing disciples.

Startled by her enthusiastic announcement, Lan Xichen couldn't help but pause in his steps. "D/n," he interjected gently, his voice laced with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Let's keep our voices down. We must show respect for our elders as they go about their duties."

D/n nodded in understanding, though her enthusiasm remained undeterred. "Yes, a-die," she responded in a hushed tone, her eyes shining with energy. "But you know, when I grow up, I want to marry Lan Jingyi!"

Lan Xichen's steps faltered as d/n's words hit him like a sudden gust of wind. Her declaration seemed to reverberate through his mind, momentarily jolting him out of his composed demeanor. He looked down at his daughter, his eyes wide with a mixture of astonishment and disbelief.

"You want to marry Lan Jingyi?" he repeated, his voice tinged with shock as he struggled to process her straightforward statement.

D/n nodded enthusiastically, her innocent expression unchanged. "Yes, a-die! When I grow up, I want to marry Lan Jingyi. He's funny and nice, and we play together all the time!"

Lan Xichen's mind raced, trying to reconcile his daughter's innocent proclamation with the reality before him. He hadn't expected such a candid revelation, especially from someone so young. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure.

"D/n, that's a very interesting thought," he managed to say, his voice gentle yet tinged with surprise. "But you're still very young, and there's a lot of time ahead for you to grow and explore different paths."

D/n looked up at him with wide, earnest eyes. "But a-die, you always say that we should find someone who makes us happy. And Lan Jingyi makes me really happy!"

Lan Xichen blinked, her innocence cutting through his momentary shock. He had indeed imparted those values to her, encouraging her to seek happiness and kindness in her relationships. He couldn't help but smile at her conviction, a mixture of fondness and amusement in his expression.

"You're absolutely right, d/n," he conceded, his smile softening. "Finding someone who brings joy to your life is important. But remember, there's no rush. Take your time to grow and discover what truly makes your heart happy."

D/n's face lit up with a bright smile, her trust in her father unwavering. "I will, a-die!"

Lan Xichen crouched down to her level, his hand gently resting on her shoulder. "That's the spirit, d/n. Enjoy your journey of growing up, and know that your family will always be here to support you."

D/n's smile widened, and she gave him a quick hug. "Thank you, a-die!"

As they continued their walk, Lan Xichen couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself. His daughter's candidness and straightforwardness were a constant reminder of the purity of childhood innocence. And in her innocent aspiration, he found a reminder that life's dreams and aspirations often take root in the most unexpected moments.

Lan Xichen's attention was swiftly captured by d/n's excited exclamation. Her little finger pointed towards a group of baby bunnies, their soft and pristine coats standing out against the green backdrop of the lan clan's surroundings. Their playful hops and wiggles were a sight to behold, and a smile involuntarily graced his lips.

"Indeed, they are quite the adorable sight," he replied, his voice gentle.

D/n's request to take one of the baby bunnies home pulled at his heartstrings. Her earnestness and cute expression were hard to resist, yet he knew the importance of teaching her about the balance of nature and the creatures that shared their world.

He crouched down to her eye level, his eyes meeting hers as he spoke. "My dear, while it's a wonderful thought, these baby bunnies have their own homes and families here. They belong in our lan clan's environment, and it's best to let them remain where they thrive."

A soft smile graced his features as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his fatherly affection evident. "How about we sit here for a while and observe their playful antics? We can appreciate their beauty and happiness without disturbing their natural habitat."

D/n's expression held a mix of disappointment and understanding, and he marveled at her capacity to grasp such concepts. She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"All right, A-die," she agreed, her voice soft but content. "Let's watch them play together."

On their journey back, d/n's excitement seemed to radiate as she bounded towards her mother, eager to share the day's enchanting escapades.

"A-niang, guess what?" d/n bubbled with enthusiasm. "A-die and I had the most amazing adventures today!"

Y/n's tender smile welcomed her daughter's chatter, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fondness and curiosity. "Tell me all about it, sweetheart."

D/n's yawn was a testament to her day's energy expenditure, but it didn't dampen her animated storytelling. "We explored and saw so many things. But the best part was when we found these cute little bunnies! I really wanted to bring one home, but a-die said we shouldn't."

Y/n's soothing voice carried a note of understanding as she responded, "I'm glad you had such a wonderful time, my love. Exploring with your a-die sounds like so much fun."

Lan Xichen's arrival with their tired daughter in his arms was a gentle interruption. D/n's eyelids drooped as her yawns continued to punctuate her words. Her mother's arms welcomed her into a cozy embrace, and Lan Xichen swiftly tucked her into bed.

"Time for you to rest, my little adventurer," y/n cooed softly, brushing a gentle kiss against d/n's forehead.

D/n's voice was a sleepy murmur as she nestled in her mother's embrace, recounting the day's highlights one last time before slumber claimed her. "Tomorrow, maybe the bunnies will have babies of their own..."

As Lan Xichen quietly left the room to give their daughter the rest she needed, he couldn't help but smile at the bond they shared and the joyful memories they were building together. Back in their own room, he rejoined y/n, the warmth of their daughter's stories lingering in the air.

"It seems like you guys had quite the adventure," y/n remarked with a knowing smile. "D/n's energy and curiosity remind me of someone."

Lan Xichen's expression shifted, a mixture of emotions passing through his eyes. "You promised, y/n. We agreed never to bring him up."

A heavy sigh escaped y/n's lips, her gaze soft but steadfast. "I understand your feelings, Xichen. But we both know Wei Wuxian isn't solely at fault. The past is complex, and there's more to it than what meets the eye."

Lan Xichen's brows furrowed, his frustration and lingering resentment evident. "He brought trouble to our clan, and Lan Wangji bore the burden of his actions. It's not so simple."

Y/n reached out, her hand finding its way to his. Her touch was a comforting reassurance as she spoke, her voice gentle but firm. "I know it's not simple, Xichen. But it's important not to let anger and blame cloud our judgment. We've seen the good he's done too. Just as Lan Wangji has."

Lan Xichen's gaze met hers, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within. He knew y/n was right, but letting go of years of resentment wasn't an easy task. Their hands remained intertwined, a silent understanding passing between them, bridging the gap between differing perspectives.

"He caused an overwhelming amount of chaos within the clan," Lan Xichen's voice carried the weight of history as memories resurfaced. "The repercussions of his actions were extensive, leading to the loss of many innocent civilians. It's difficult to fathom how a single individual could bring about so much death and pain."

Y/n's gaze softened with understanding, her eyes reflecting the shared pain of their clan's past. She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Lan Xichen's temple. "You're right, my love. It's a topic best left untouched for now. The past can't be changed, and Wei Wuxian is no longer among the living."

Lan Xichen's shoulders relaxed slightly at her touch and words, the weight of his thoughts eased by her presence. "You're right, y/n. Thank you for being here with me."

With a gentle smile, she intertwined her fingers with his, their bond a testament to the strength they found in each other. "Always, Xichen. We face our challenges together, no matter the weight of the past."

As they settled into bed, the room filled with a sense of solace, a reminder that even in the face of their clan's tumultuous history, their love remained a beacon of hope for the future.

#mdzs x reader #mdzs #mdzs oneshots #the untamed #mo dao zu shi reader insert #lan xichen x reader #lan xichen #gusu lan #lan jingyi #the untamed reader insert #the untamed x reader #the untamed #the untamed oneshots #mdzs fluff #cql #cql x reader #cql reader inserts

[thirteenis-myluckynumber]

Wedding vows

Man, choosing a gif is harder than I thought *cries*

Pairing: Nie Huaisang x f!reader

Word Count: 4856 words

Warnings/tags: fluff, just love all around, Chinese wedding ensues, suggestive content, smut, this one is nsfw minors dni

Notes: (C/N)-your clan's name, (Y/N)-your name

A/N: This is the 2nd part of Proposal. You can read this is as a stand-alone, but some context might be lost. I can't believe its done, have a feast, dears!

Special thanks to this post, for providing information about Chinese weddings. I did take some liberties, but at least I did it knowingly.

It's been almost a month now that you were living in the Unclean Realm. Your brother agreed, begrudgingly at first, to let you go before the wedding because he saw how painful it was for you to stay away from your soon-to-be husband. In the end, he saw it was the right decision to let you get used to your new home beforehand.

Just one week before the wedding basically everything was turned upside down in the Unclean Realm. Both you and Nie Huaisang took part in the planning as there were no close relative of his who could take on the task. He, of course, had an exceptionally good eye for decoration, and while he was busy with clan leader's stuff, you coordinated the disciples and servants when needed.

You quickly got used to the almost colourless picture of the Unclean Realm and appreciated the calmly elegant black-grey-silver colours of your new home. The vivid red and gold decorations of the upcoming wedding, hinted with a little bit of silver, almost felt weirdly out of place now. As you entered the main hall to check on the servants' progress before retiring for the night, you stopped in awe at the entrance. Almost everything was in place now, only some adjustments were needed here and there. A huge smile spread across your face, as you couldn't help but imagine yourself entering the hall on Huaisang's arm, dressed in beautiful red and every guest's attention on you.

Speaking of Huaisang, you wondered what he was doing, as you haven't seen him all day. You decided to check on him before returning to your chambers. As you passed down the hallways, the servants were busy lighting some lanterns for the night. The sky already started to darken, and they politely greeted you as you passed them by. The guards also haven't paid attention to you, you were allowed to move freely, and they quickly got used to your presence after you moved in.

When you approached Huaisang's door, you knocked lightly to let him know of your presence but didn't actually wait for him to open the door himself. With guards present, his door was unlocked so you figured he hasn't retired for the night yet. You entered and instantly noticed his sitting form by the desk. He seemed to be completely engrossed in something, which you assumed was official documents. A light, calming incense could be smelled in the air of the warmly lit room. As you stepped closer, you noticed the not-so-neatly scattered papers on the table and some even around it on the ground. You also noticed a brush and ink, probably for writing letters. His usual fan also sat discarded on the edge of the table. Yes, he was definitely working all day, you concluded.

You stepped next to the table on his left side and shot a quick glance at the paper in front of him. It was clearly clan business. He only became aware of your presence in that moment, and he looked up at you with a tired but happy smile playing on the edge of his lips.

"Miss (C/N), it's so good to see you! Only you can make this miserable day better!"

"Oh, Huaisang, I'm sorry you had to work all day! I stopped by the main hall, and everything is almost completely ready now. You should check it out tomorrow. What's all this anyway?" You asked gesturing at the scattered papers all around his desk.

"You wouldn't believe it! Almost all of this are letters offering support, inquiring about accommodation, or asking for details about the banquet. There are also official papers about finances and clan politics. And I have to sort these out before the wedding! Why does everybody want a piece of me?"

"Hmm, I think," you pretended to think hard while you sat down next to him on the ground, "you are quite a catch."

He let out a disbelieving sound, but you continued, counting on your fingers.

"You are wealthy, the leader of one of the four big clans, a clever and intelligent man, you are a very talented artist, you have great taste in clothing, you do what you need to but don't meddle in other's business, you are funny and kind. Oh, and have I mentioned exceptionally handsome?"

"Ahh, stop, stop, stop, stop!" He protested, nose scrunched up and hands held out in front of his chest.

You let out a short laugh because of his adorably childish attitude and turned your body so you were sitting face to face now. You reached out and grabbed his hands. So warm and soft, they fit perfectly into yours.

"I'm serious," you said looking into his eyes.

And he believed you. His face straightened out, his eyes searching yours, lips parted only a tiny bit in awe, but you couldn't help but notice. He also noticed where you were looking, his eyes wandering down to your lips in turn. When your eyes met again, you could see the question in his eyes and you leaned closer to him, a barely noticeable movement. But that's all he needed. The next moment he leaned in, and his lips were on yours, hands moving around your waist to pull you closer. You gasped, one hand touching his chest for purchase, the other reaching up to cradle his cheek. His kisses were slow and sensual.

"I don't think you should praise me this much. I might become overly confident," he whispered into your lips between kisses.

"Well, surely we don't need another peacock."

You let go of each other's lips and burst out laughing, your foreheads touching the whole time.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

The day of the wedding arrived quickly. As you were getting ready with help of your maids, you listened to the commotion outside as guests continued to arrive. Everyone had to settle in their temporary rooms and led to the main hall where the wedding will take place. Once everyone was here the ceremony started while food and drinks were being prepared by the servants for the following banquet.

You were quite nervous because basically the whole cultivation world will witness your union. At least the other three big clans, the Lanling Jin, the Gusu Lan and the Yunmeng Jiang were obviously invited, and some of the smaller clans too thanks to your side. Jiang Wanyin was Huaisang's old friend, while Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao were Nie Mingjue's sworn brothers so you were sure they will be attending. Lan Wangji apparently made up some excuse, so he didn't need to come and if you were honest, you liked it this way. His achievements certainly deserved respect, but he was famously uninterested in, even disgusted by celebrations which involved lively music and drinking.

Putting on the wedding dress was the quickest part of the whole procedure as braiding your hair in the Nie style and preparing your make-up took a few hours. Finally, your head was covered with a red veil to complete the look. Soon you were being led out to meet your husband the entrance of the main hall. Nervousness rose in your chest, but it subsided somewhat when you arrived. You were signaled to stop, and you felt warm hands gently wrapping around yours.

"Huaisang?" Your words came out as barely a whisper because somehow you felt like the wedding atmosphere shouldn't be bothered by talking.

"I'm here," he answered in kind and squeezed your hand a little as reassurance before wrapping a soft red silk ribbon around your wrist. It was to ensure you won't trip as you could barely see anything through your veil, and it also symbolised your union.

You only noticed the soft music and light chatter in the background when you started to walk up the few stairs leading to the main hall. But the hushed voices completely stopped when you stepped into the hall. Thankfully you knew how the room was prepared, so you remembered that you only had to take a few steps before you reached the pillows placed on the ground for you to perform your bows. Huaisang also made sure to make measured movements and helped you the best he could in signalling when you needed to stop walking and kneel down.

Being led by Huaisang while you almost couldn't see anything felt strangely romantic to you, like he was the only person in the whole world you could trust and to whom you could give complete control over yourself. This vulnerability felt frightening at first as you could feel every guest's eyes on your back, like realizing a dangerous predator is stalking you in the forest. But soon your senses focused completely on Huaisang. You could almost feel his warmth radiating through the cloth that bound your hands together.

You bowed in sync, first to pay respect to Heaven and Earth, second to Huaisang's parents, and finally to each other. You stood up and felt your legs shaking from relief and happiness. You were married! You still couldn't believe it. Soon you heard the commotion as your guests stood up and drank a cup of liquor to your marriage. One by one they approached you to congratulate you and wish you health and happiness. Huaisang held your hand in his and you could feel his palm was sweaty from nerves, but you didn't mind. You thanked the guests for their well-wishes and also said farewell. You recognized some of the voices and you were glad that your husband will be taken care of by people like Lan Xichen and Jiang Wanyin during the banquet.

The few hours you spent alone, sitting in silence on your now shared bed in Nie Huaisang's room felt like a relief after the ceremony. So far everything went well, you completed the wedding without any mishaps, and you hoped that everything goes smoothly at the banquet too. Time flew by surprisingly quickly while you meditated. Your focus was disturbed by muffled voices coming through the closed door. When it slid open, you could hear the finishing sentences of the two people's conversation outside.

"Don't be nervous. Everything will be fine," you recognized the soft and calm voice of Jin Guangyao.

"Thank you, San-ge," replied Huaisang, and closed the door behind him as he stepped into the room.

He didn't move for a few seconds and the anticipation in you grew stronger and stronger. You were patient the whole day, but now you just wanted to finally see him, see him in his wedding robes. He walked closer, ever so slow, hesitation palpable. In the dim light of the candles, you could see his silhouette when he stepped in front of you. You felt it when he finally grabbed your veil at the sides and with a quick motion, he lifted it up, letting it float down to the floor.

You were not one of those old traditional couples in the sense that you already knew each other before the wedding. Yet now, when both of you finally looked at each other, it felt like seeing a heavenly being for the first time. Wide eyes, lips parted you marvelled at each other's beauty. He has seen you in your dress during the ceremony, but your face adorned with tasteful make-up and your hair decorated with jewelry, braided specially to signify you were now the wife of a Nie took his breath away. You, on the other hand, had to take in his full visage. His red robes, with gold and black woven in, were of a thinner material than his usual attire, so it perfectly accentuated his snatched waist and wide shoulders. The guan in his hair were gold and it had a bolder style than his usual silver ones, just like the braids. When your gaze stopped at his face your breath hitched in your throat because of the open love and desire you saw in his eyes.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he finally spoke, his voice low.

"I...," you had to clear your throat after not speaking for such a long time, "we should drink the alcohol," you managed to say, standing up and walking to the table nervously.

You poured the fine liquor into two small cups and handed one to Huaisang. He took it gently and waited for you with his arm held out. You joined him, holding your own cup, and you intertwined your arms as you drank the alcohol with one gulp. When you finished you looked at each other, arms still linked and smiled, feeling the tension of the day leaving your body. You almost knocked your heads together as you wanted to put the cups down back on the table at the same time.

"We should sit down," he suggested, but the suggestion sounded like a tentative question.

You nodded your head. He must be tired after entertaining your guests, you thought. Luckily, he was not drunk so his friends must have kept a close eye on him. He could also direct some of his qi to get rid of the alcohol, but that also exhausted him after a while. You knew what was expected of you on your wedding night, but you didn't want to pressure him if he felt too tired after such a long day.

So, you sat on the edge of your bed in silence for a few moments before you felt his hand reaching out for yours. You flicked your gaze over where your hand rested on the bed between your bodies. His hand was not much bigger than yours but still big enough to cradle yours, and you always marveled at how soft and warm they felt. You noticed how his other hand were playing with the jade pendant hanging from his belt and you moved your free hand to gently lay on his thigh. You intended to soothe his nerves, but the moment your hand connected with his leg, you felt his muscles twitch. You looked up into his eyes and what you saw made your breath quicken. His dark brown eyes looked almost completely black now as his pupils widened. For a split second his gaze moved down to your mouth, and you did the same in return. You noticed how his lips relaxed, opening only the slightest amount and you found yourself wanting to kiss him so bad. When your gazes met again, he leaned towards you slowly, still holding your gaze, gauging your reaction.

And your lips connected.

It felt like fireworks exploded between you. You felt how his hand pushed yours into the mattress as he leaned in closer, his body weight shifting to his arm between you. His other arm sneaked around your waist to pull you closer, as he always did when you were kissing, only this time the kiss was different. It was much more forceful, brave, and charged with desire.

When you let go of each other's lips for a moment, both of you were breathing hard.

"I love you so much. You are the best thing in my life," he breathed into your lips, and you swore you saw his eyes shining.

"I love you too, I love you-," you said in return, the last syllable muffled as he captured your lips again.

Sitting with your feet on the ground while your body turned towards him started to feel uncomfortable, so you moved to sit on his lap, not letting go of his lips or hand for a second. When you settled your weight on his thighs, he moved his hands to your cheeks at first, then moved them down to your neck, tracing your collar bones with his fingers. You grabbed onto his robes and let go of his lips with a sigh. His hands moved away immediately, thinking his touch were unwelcome.

"Don't stop. It... felt good," you said nervously and smiled shyly at him.

This time he moved his hands to your waist, where the sash held your garments together.

"May I?" He asked seriously, his voice trembling a little.

You gulped and nodded your head rapidly. His touch was featherlight, you almost couldn't feel it when he reached for the opening of your sash and carefully removed it. The material of your robe loosened, and he moved to remove your outer garment entirely. You realized you were sitting on the skirt, so you needed to stand back up if you wanted to remove the whole thing.

"I need to get up to get this out of the way," you said to him when he freed your arms and only your undershirt remained on the upper half of your body.

You quickly realized that part of his nervousness came from the fact that he didn't want to scare you away, so you warned him of your intentions beforehand. He nodded and reluctantly let go of you as you stood up from his lap.

The room was warm, but you still felt a slight chill as your outer robe descended to the floor. The coldness faded when you looked into Huaisang's fiery gaze and the air suddenly felt impossibly hot as he stepped closer to you. His hands moved to your shoulders, gently caressing them and slowly moving towards your chest. Your breath quickened, his light touches searing hot through your thin undergarment. A shiver ran through your whole body as his hands gently cradled your soft breasts and he sucked in a sharp breath when your nipples hardened under his thumbs.

"Please, Huaisang, I want to feel your touch on my skin!" You felt a little embarrassed about how whiny your voice sounded, but you wanted to show him how much you wanted his touch.

He leaned in to kiss at your jawline and neck while his hands deftly removed your undergarments. As your clothes pooled around your ankles, he took a step back to admire your naked body. You suddenly felt self-conscious, and your hands instinctively moved to cover yourself up. Huaisang noticed it and took your hands into his to stop you.

"Don't be shy. I still can't believe I've managed to get myself such a beautiful and intelligent wife" he said, looking into your eyes the whole time.

You wanted to say something witty and clever, but the moment felt too sincere for it, so instead you answered:

"Don't forget that I wanted to be yours."

He stepped closer to you again, his mouth finding yours. He kissed you like a drowning man, never wanting to let go of you. His hands roamed over every part of your body he could reach and you wanted to finally touch his skin too. Your hands tugged on the lapels of his dress, signalling you wanted it off. He broke the kiss when he felt a more insistent tug.

"Take it off!" You managed to breath out and he chuckled at your insistence.

"You want more of me, huh?" He asked with that cocky self-assurance he only used with his closest friends back at Cloud Recesses.

You crossed your arms across your chest with a defiant look and you must have looked funny standing like that while being stark naked. But it worked, and Huaisang looked at you as if he were saying "Fine, fine," and reached for his belt. The strength gradually left your arms as you watched him undress, and by the time he only had his white underrobe on, your arms were hanging by your side.

When he moved to remove it too, you couldn't just stand there anymore and stepped in front of him, grabbing onto his hands. Your sudden movement startled him a little as his focus were completely on his clothes. You reached for the cloth that bound his underrobe together and undid it slowly, looking into his eyes the whole time. He moved his hands out of the way and followed the path of yours with his eyes as you reached up to his shoulders, pushing the light fabric down.

And he stood there only in a pair of white trousers, chest bare, skin like pristine jade, accentuated by his dark hair cascading down his back. You couldn't help but marvel at his beauty. As a healer you saw many men and women in various stages of undress, mostly injured soldiers. At those times your interest was not particularly focused on their looks, but you remembered how strong and muscular they were. Now, as you were looking at your husband's bare upper body, you realised that you never really found them attractive. Compared to them Huaisang had a soft body, but his chest was nicely toned and you could see the lean muscles of his arms.

You reached up and traced his collar bones with your fingers then moved downwards and stopped on his chest. You could feel how strong and fast his heart was beating under your right palm. His skin was so soft, smooth and warm, you couldn't help but tenderly caress the shape of his pecs, noticing how his small nipples stood at attention from your touch, much like yours before. You slowly slid your hands down to his stomach, following the made-up path of the cute little moles that were scattered everywhere on his skin. You felt the muscles tensing under the skin of his stomach as you went even lower, stopping where a soft patch of dark hair disappeared under the band of his underpants. As you ran your fingers over his happy trail, loving how the soft hairs tickled your fingertips, you heard Huaisang biting back a whiny moan. Your eyes moved back to his face and oh, what you saw took your breath away. He bit down on his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed, as he watched with half-lidded eyes where your hands were going.

You moved your hands out of your line of sight and your gaze lowered past the waist of his pants. He was already hard enough to form a nicely visible tent in his pants. You realised there was no turning back if you took the next step and it scared you a little, but also made you incredibly excited. You wanted it and you wanted him, but it still surprised you how boldly you reached down and caressed him lightly through his pants. This time his moan was deeper, more guttural, and he almost literally fell on you as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your knowledge was mostly medical about how the male body worked, so the late-night conversations with your already married friends came in handy. You felt proud about how much your touch affected Huaisang. Your next caress was a little firmer and you felt him twitch under your palm. Gathering his every strength, Huaisang stepped back and pulled you towards the bed.

"(Y/N), please, it's been too long, and I fear I won't last long if you keep this up. I want all of you tonight. Can I show you how much?"

"Okay," your voice was barely a whisper, and you let yourself being laid down on the bed.

Huaisang quickly got rid of his remaining garments and carefully removed the intricate guan, now only a black silk ribbon keeping his hair together. As he climbed on top of you, you instinctively opened your legs to make room for him as he rested his weight on his elbows next to your shoulders. This way he was the only thing you could see, but there was nothing else you wished to see at this moment. A large amount of his long hair fell over his shoulders and caressed your cheeks. He was so beautiful as a soft smile played on his lips and you reached up to kiss him. It quickly turned heated and Huaisang soon left your lips in order to kiss all over your face and neck. Then he moved lower and grabbed one of your breasts with his hand while he occupied his mouth with sucking on the other nipple. Your sighs of pleasure encouraged him to move his hand lower while his mouth kept playing with your nipples.

At first your hips shied away from his touch but when his deft fingers found the most pleasurable spot between your legs you couldn't bite back a moan. His mouth left your breasts as he moved to carefully watch your reaction while his other hand kept your legs in place.

"You are doing amazing, you are so wet already," he praised and slowly pushed his index finger inside you.

"Huaisang...," you moaned his name as you watched his finger disappear inside you.

This was something you already tried yourself on lonely nights but the fact that it was his finger made the experience completely different and so much better. He moved his finger slowly in and out of you and when you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, he removed his hand. You whined at the sudden loss of contact, but he moved back on top of you and kissed the complaints off of your lips.

"Are you ready?" He asked, and you were never this sure about anything in your life.

"Yes, I want you, please."

He reached down and guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing it over your wetness, using your combined arousal as a lubricant. Even this little delay and the feeling of his hot member so close to where you wanted it made you squirm. He was looking into your eyes the whole time and you saw how he had to fight he urge to close them when he started to finally push inside you. He was slow and careful, and when he was fully seated inside both of you stopped to catch your breaths. The stretch was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. You moaned when you felt his cock twitching and your insides tightened around him in response. Now it was his turn to let out a shaky breath as he let his forehead rest against yours. He simply couldn't hold his composure anymore, so he slowly started to pull out and push back again. At first you felt a tiny prick of pain, but it soon faded and was replaced by pure pleasure. And he was quick to react to your signs, so when you reached up and grabbed onto his hair to find support, he knew he found that special spot. Soon you were a moaning mess, being so close to your release and he was no different, his skin shining from sweat and strands of his hair sticking to his cheeks and neck.

"a-Sang!" You repeated over and over, and finally hearing you calling him that, it was enough to push him through the edge.

He sealed your lips in a desperate kiss, one of his hands reaching down to rub your clit, his other arm shaking from the effort of keeping his body from fully collapsing on top of you. The feeling of his desperate thrusts, his hand on your most sensitive spot and his shaky moans calling your name finally triggered your orgasm. You felt your inner walls clenching impossibly tight around him and you desperately clawed at his back, not really caring at that moment if you were leaving marks on his skin.

He collapsed on top you, the last of his strength leaving his body as both of you tried to catch your breath. Your vision slowly cleared, and the ringing disappeared from your eyes as you subconsciously caressed his head and shoulders. He burrowed his head into the crook of your neck, and you swore you could hear him practically purring like a cat.

The air in the room slowly started to dry off the sweat from your bodies and it soon made you both shiver. Huaisang rolled off of you with a series of unintelligible whines and went to fetch a cloth to clean yourselves up. He wetted it with the prepared warm water and carefully cleaned your most sensitive spots. He couldn't help but leave some lazy kisses around your hips and thighs in the process and the feeling of his gentle touches were almost enough to lull you into sleep.

He quickly cleaned himself up too and climbed back into the bed next to you, pulling the luxurious covers over your naked bodies. You moved to lay your head on his chest, positioning your ear over his heart, its steady beating made you feel completely safe. He sneaked his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You looked up at him and you smiled at how his hair was a complete mess now, yet he looked so handsome in the faint glow of the candlelight, his eyes shining with so much love you thought your chest will explode because of it.

"Thank you, tonight was incredible," you said as you drew small patterns on his chest with your fingers.

You swore you could see his ears redden even in the faint light, and you planted a soft kiss on his pecs before you fully relaxed in his arms.

"I love you a-(Y/N), get some sleep now," you heard him say before you fell into a blissful sleep.

THE END

ps. I have a half written morning-after snippet, let me know if you are interested and I'll finish it.

#the untamed x reader #mdzs x reader #untamed x reader #nie huaisang x reader #nhs x reader #the untamed fanfic #mdzs fanfiction #untamed fanfiction #the untamed #mdzs #nie huaisang #mdzs nhs #x reader #reader insert #fanfic #writing #writers on tumblr #fan fiction #fan fic writing

[drama--universe]

Quick confession

Requested by anonymous: Hello there! I once sent you a request for Xichen (for the mask reader), so here I am again with a new request for Xichen, because there is never enough Xichen!😁A reader from another clan who has a certain rule - not to reveal her true name unless it's someone she can fully trust. This is a form of safety since most cultivators were persecuted or wanted for various reasons (to be sold, convicted for something they didn't do, etc.), later a clan was formed so that these people could live a normal and safe life. So these cultivators use a alias, a nickname. From the beginning, she was mostly independent and not very social, which gave rise to her nickname - The Loner. She meets Xichen when she comes to Cloud recesses for lessons. Xichen hears the other disciples slandering her, that she's not a cultivator, but a coward, a fugitive, a traitor. They also laughed at her because of her nickname. Xichen was a little sad that she always walked alone and hardly talked to anyone. But once the disciples went so far as to make a very harsh joke of her. She didn't expect it, so she didn't have time to defend herself, because she was thrown to the ground, in which she injured her hand. Seeing this, Xichen sent Wangji to find and punish the disciples while he took care of her injuries. It was such a loving and kind gesture to the reader that she finally revealed her real name to him. And Xichen knew that meant she had full confidence in him. Later they fell in love❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Lan Xichen x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.0k words

The Loner, a name that felt so familiar and yet so distant. Xichen was surprised when he finally met the person behind the name, whether it was a chosen one or a given one, and even more when he realized that you were here for the lessons at Cloud Recesses. However, he was not pleased to see you wander alone at any time he saw you. Like right now, as he walked next to his brother while talking about something involving Lan Qiren's lessons, and you were all alone.

You were dressed in your own clan clothing, white underclothes and turquoise dress on top of it with a golden belt that held multiple trinkets along with your sword. Xichen had to admit that you looked ethereal, which was partially thanks to your clear confidence as you walked. While yes, you were all alone, you didn't look unhappy with the loneliness. Rather, you looked relaxed if anything.

The first time he tried to approach you, you didn't talk to him in the slightest. You nodded along to his statements before excusing yourself and walking off, which ended the first interaction between the two of you. The second and third went about the same way, just a bit longer than the previous ones.

This time, Xichen relucted in approaching you. It was clear that you were rather alone, not talking to anyone and choosing to study in lonesome. However, his eyes were still trained on your form as you walked, hands neatly folded in front of you with your head high. It was quite ironic, how you tried to remain invisible and yet had all eyes on you. Only, it was clearly not out of interest like Xichen's gaze and rather something else. Disdain, pity or even hate... It was obvious to you, but you chose to ignore it.

Until the dam breaks and all emotions break lose, but not yours.

Rather, the emotions of a group of seven Lan disciplines were the ones that broke and they chose to take that out on you. Now you weren't unfamiliar with taunting, quite the opposite if anything, and you certainly weren't unfamiliar with the hatred that the Lan disciplines had for you. You were everything they were against, or at least that's why they believed at first glance. A coward, a runaway and traitor. All names were often used to describe you, some more than others, and all were insulting in every way.

Today wasn't any different.

"Loner!" The nickname you grew accustomed to and hated at the same time, yet you responded to it every time as well. With a slight turn of the head to acknowledge the call, the seven disciplines approached you with sneers on their faces. One of them stepped closer, a bit too close for comfort, and pushed your shoulder softly with their hand. You didn't care much for it, rather you chose to ignore the rude gesture and instead focus on the conversation at hand.

"Shouldn't you be running now, coward?" One sneers and you almost wanted to scoff, but didn't get the chance as the next insults rang. They ranged from normal insults to degrading words that you had never heard before. Xichen didn't even need to hear anything that was said, your expression said enough, being one of shock and slight disgust. Inching closer, Xichen could hear the conversation much more clearly.

"Is it true you just left your companions to die? I mean, they all said that you just ran off like a coward." "They were torturing the demon and I wasn't going to wait for his friends to show up and kill us all." You answered, to which you were harshly shoved back.

"Watch it, those are my elders." Another one of the group sneered before shoving you even harder, which ended up in you stumbling down due to your dress. You fell to the ground, softening your landing by stretching your hands behind you and in turn landing on your hands first. A sharp pain shot up your left hand, reaching 'till your elbow before stopping as you lifted your arm again. Now sat on the ground and arm cradled against your chest, the people surrounding you suddenly felt much more threatening. They loomed above you, all grinning menacingly at you, staring at you like you were prey. You felt small, all confidence from before now long gone.

"You don't deserve to be called a cultivator, you and your whole clan of traitors. You run like cowards and hide behind silly names. You're a -" "That's quite enough." Lan Xichen's voice rang out, freezing everybody in the area as they heard the tone of his voice. Xichen was kind and gentle, yet now his voice sounded cold and distant that it was terrifying. The disciplines scrambled together, all coming up with different explanation that would make it seem like they did not just break a million of their own rules. It didn't seem to matter, however, as Xichen gaze moved to you. He crouched beside you, gently helping you up before moving his head towards to his younger brother.

"Take care of their punishment... Make sure the elders also get investigated, because if watch she says is true then they will receive punishment as well." Xichen said and Wangji bows his head before turning to the disciplines while Xichen guides you away. Although you could walk fine, Xichen's arm remained around your waist as he walked you to the doctor to check out your hand. Like expected, your hand was sprained along with a small fracture in your hand. With a simple splint and bandages, you were sent away again with some pain relieving medicines.

"Thank you for your help." You turned to Xichen again, bowing your head to him before softly whispering your name. Xichen didn't hear, however, so you repeated it louder.

"(Y/f/n). That's my name... Please only call me that in private." You bowed your head once more before turning away and walking off awkwardly.

From then on, you were a bit more social than before. You greeted others awkwardly before finding your way to Xichen's side and happily talking to him instead. He is quite surprised to hear the strict rules from your own clan, even more surprised when he learned that him knowing your name was a rather big deal to say the least. Then again, he could not freely use your name when he pleased and thus he opted for nicknames that left you a blushing mess.

The first was simple, just blossom. This was followed by lotus and eventually sunshine, which is where it remained since it had the biggest reaction from you. No matter how many times he called you by that name, it always made your face heat up and render you speechless. You didn't know why, maybe because it was coming from him specifically. He wasn't one that you expected something like that from, he didn't seem like a type to call someone rather flirty names. At least that's how you perceived it, anyway.

Now how you got here, was a bigger mystery. If anyone had told you that you'd be here in Xichen's room later in the evening, then you would've laughed at them before moving on with your life. Yet here you were, awkwardly drinking the tea before you while Xichen just stared. Not an uncomfortable one, as weird as that sounded, and rather a loving one that made your stomach flip and your heart beat just a bit faster.

"May I ask you a question?" Xichen suddenly asked and you looked up from your cup before nodding as you put it down, giving a soft smile. Xichen returned the smile with one of his own before clearing his throat softly.

"Your clan doesn't talk about themselves nor do they often interact with other clans, so why are you here?" "Honest answer or the nice answer?" You asked with a smile and Xichen raised an eyebrow at this before answering with 'an honest answer'. You looked away slightly with a sigh before turning back to Xichen.

"I was bored..." You held back your laughter successfully for a few seconds before bursting into giggles as you looked at your hands again.

"It's stupid, I know~ But I barely having anyone my age to talk to and the elders are... Well, I'm sure you understand." You giggled again before grabbing your teacup again and casually sipping from it while watching Xichen's reaction. For a few seconds, he looked confused before he joined your giggling with his own soft laugh.

"Ridiculous, huh?" "No, no. I understand." Xichen spoke with a shake of his hand, all while trying to hide his smile from you. Unsuccessfully, of course, as you immediatley caught the action.

"You're laughing at me... Really?" You scoffed at him jokingly, to which he only smiled at you once again before filling his cup and yours again. Lifting the cup to his lips, he halted before talking again.

"I hope it's to your liking then." Downing the cup of tea, he stood up from his spot and lifting the tea pot while moving to make another.

"Ah, you don't have to. I should leave anyway... It's improper for me to stay here so late in the evening, people will talk." "Now since when has that bothered you?" Xichen spoke as he lifted the pot up above the fire, filling it with water and herbs before returning to his seat opposite of you.

"One more tea pot can't hurt, the sun hasn't gone down yet either." He continued, sighing softly as you nodded and agreed to his proposal.

"Spending so much time with me, some might say you're in love with me." You joked, quickly stretching your back and legs before looking back at Xichen. He wore a soft and yet surprised smile, which made you freeze for a few seconds.

"What?" "Do people say that? That I'm in love with you?" He asked and your eyes widened before shrugging, sipping your tea. "I mean, some do... I talk to you exclusively and you listen, so." You chuckled awkwardly, but stopped again when his expression changed to an amused expression.

"I did not think my emotions were so clear to everyone, I'll have to work on that." With another chuckle, he moved back to remove the kettle from the fire and letting it cool down. You, on the other hand, were staring at him in shock. How someone could just speak their feelings so easily without any care, saying it like it meant nothing even when it meant so much. Then again, Lan's were prohibited to lie about anything so maybe that was a reason for his bluntness.

"You're in love with me?" You asked, just to be sure that you had heard what he said just right, and Xichen nodded before adding that he wishes to court you as well. Like his first statement wasn't shocking enough, he drops an even bigger one and once again it's like it's just an average statement.

"You are aware that people don't usually say that out loud so easily, right?" "Now since when were we normal? It's no fun that way." He chuckled at you to which you only rolled your eyes at him before filling your cup again.

"I love you, (Y/n). I know it might be early to say something like that, but I can't deny it." He confessed once more, much more softly than before as he took ahold of your hand. You looked at him before laughing softly.

"Well, you're not the only one in love. So lucky you, huh?" You chuckled at him before pulling your hand back, downing your tea before getting up.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow." You softly kissed the crown of his head before walking out of the room with a smile. Xichen stared at his hand, which he held yours in, before laughing softly. At least he'd have enough time to come up with some new sickening love declaration.

#the untamed #the untamed x reader #the untamed lan xichen #the untamed lan xichen x reader #untamed #untamed x reader #untamed lan xichen #untamed lan xichen x reader #mdzs #mdzs x reader #mdzs lan xichen #mdzs lan xichen x reader #lan xichen #lan xichen x reader #reader insert #x reader #request

[hxnguxng-jxn]

hi can you do a scenario of lan zhan y/n wei ying y/n hasn't been eating much so they feed him the scenario is that y/n is sitting on the edge of the water and lan zhan is behind kissing his neck and his lips while wei ying is in the water between his legs kissing his thighs making him gasp and lan zhan put a strawberry between his lips if y/n doesn't eat he won't be able to have more pleasure (it doesn't have to be explicit if you don't feel comfortable it can be subtle and I like the dialogue)

Writers Note(s): The first few lines confused me but I did get it in the end, Anon! I can do this for you, and I made it more sensual like a post-Wedding honeymoon thing if you don't mind! ^^ I also used more Chinese based fruits for this, for accuracy!

Info on Reader: Reader is confirmed AMAB in this work. The Reader is mentioned to not have healthy eating habits; can be because of personal reasons, the clan wars, and/or anything. Reader is pampered here in a sensual manner, if you don't like please steer away.

Timeline: Post-canon, WangXian/Reader decided to have a proper honeymoon and left the Cloud Recesses for a short while. Inn is ambiguous.

🔴 Slightly suggestive content, be warned. It's more pampering and soft, but it is sensual and hinting.

Fujoshis and Fem Readers DNI || Enjoy your read!

The long time it took your group of three to finally get to the inn Wei Ying recommended, it was already time to rest and close your doors.

The honeymoon phase of your tri-elopement has been so bitter and filled with war, mystery, and more negativity then you'd like to recall. Your younger self, if you ever could tell them about this, would be horrified from start to finish. Your stomach felt hollow, yet full of cotton as you think back on the events yourself.

By the time Wei Wing had secured your party a room for a few days and Lan Wangji had borrowed the kitchen to make a basic meal for your travels; they both found you dead asleep and refusing to wake on the mat while they ate.

Even during breakfast, you only ate the bowl of glutinous rice that was put in front of you and took some of the grilled wontons to quell your stomach sending up unpleasant pangs. Sadly, it seemed that while exploring the town, that was the only time they saw you eat. Your jug of water was refilling a lot, compared to your plate at home.

Reflecting on the food habits of your travels and here at the inn and resort, you should have expected that these two handsy husbands would come up with something like this.

... When you finally are led where they wanted you, sitting on the pools rim while fully dressed and Wei Ying holding onto your robe, you feel Wei Ying saddle as close as possible while picking up a cherry.

While the inns personal bath is outside, it is surrounded by a fence that you are glad exists. You had been escorted in by Lan Wangji and in the large spring of water, you could see Wei Ying already in the water and messing with a bowl of fruit on the pools edge. You recognize said fruit had been bought in a shopping frenzy by Wei Ying earlier, so you suspected they were up to something...

And you were right. Very right.

Said cherry ended up at your lips and Wei Ying teases out an, "Say ahhhh..." before you got the hint. Eating it earns you a cheeky "attaboy" from him too.

Lan Wangji is the one who speaks up to explain this new situation to you as your robes soak in the water. "You haven't eaten well. It's our honeymoon. Eat." Lan Wangji ends the sentence with a kiss to your neck.

Wei Ying chimes in next with an apple slice between his index and thumb. "We've noticed that you haven't been eating well and we, as your husbands, just want to treat you a bit. We can't allow our husband to go hungry, can we?"

As he states that, he puts the slice onto your lips again and your stomach gives a pang as you eat it from your husbands hand. As you see him smile at your agreement, you feel Lan Wangji give an airy kiss to your shoulder as he pulls down your collar.

Oh... Oh, they were clever.

They were very passionate lovers, you knew that as you've been there for every walk of life with them. From Lan Wangji's first drinks in public with you and Wei Ying all the way to late night escapades during a clan war, you've known them to be handsy and very reckless. And it seems in this inn they'll risk letting the owners see them just to be loving on you.

You expected Wei Ying to feed you again, but the only one properly in pool attire in the water was more enamored with reaching up your robes and cradling your legs. Wei Ying pushes up the wet clothes and kisses up from your ankle to your knee as your face heats.

You're so enamored with Wei Ying that the new cherry at your lips startles you for a second before you hear again. "Eat."

You do and you're rewarded with Wei Ying biting wherever he lands, and you let out a gasp as an answer. Lan Wangji was gentler in his approach as he kissed at your neck, but you can hear his own breath speeding up as you gasp. Lan Wangji was next and fed you a piece of persimmon, and eating it earned you a kiss on the jaw from Lan Wangji himself.

"Good boy, good boy..." Wei Ying soothes as he relaxes further in the water till he is just bobbing carefree between your legs in the pool. "You're starting to get the hang of it. You snack, and we'll take care of the rest."

"It seems you two just like feeling me up and added fruit into the mix." You tease as you notice Lan Wangji slipping a hand to your sash to loosen your layers of clothes. You suspect eventually you might have to go in the water fully at this rate. "What do I get out of this, hm? I'll have to work off all this sugar if we're not care..."

Wei Ying grabbed at a starfruit as you were talking and slipped it between his own lips and held it there as he listens to you talk, and after you were trailing off he grinned with it in between his teeth.

You look at how smug he is and question him. "Wei Ying? What are you... ?"

And he seals his lips to yours with sudden movement. Lan Wangji was undoing your sash and robes, kissing and nipping your neck as Wei Ying attacked your lips. The starfruit was cut small and you feel the ridges pass your lips as your husband in front of you tangles his fingers in your hair. It was a tart, sweet, and stinging kiss.

Lan Wangji, who's been far too passive in the verbal department, seems to have his dam broken as he watches his two husbands make out before him. Lan Wangji's voice hitches as he is the one to answer your question from earlier.

"Passion..."

#The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation #Mo Dao Zu Shi #MDZS #Reader Insert #Male Reader #Masc Reader #WangXian #WangXian x Reader #WangXian x Male Reader #Wei Ying #Wei Wuxian #Wei Wuxian x Reader #Wei Wuxian x Male Reader #Lan Wangji #Lan Zhan #Lan Zhan x Reader #Lan Zhan x Male Reader #The Untamed #The Untamed x Reader #The Founder of Diabolism #Founder of Diabolism #Founder of Diabolism x Reader #Wei Wuxian x Lan Zhan #Wei Ying x Lan Wangji #Wei Wuxian x Lan Zhan x Reader #Wei Ying x Lan Wangji x Reader #The Untamed x Male Reader #MDZS Wei Wuxian #MDZS Lan Zhan

[sizhuyu]

Hewo! Are request open? Can I ask for a fluff one with a female reader x Lan Zhan: who is very kind and optimistic most of the time. Very hard working and Wen Chao comes one day and says something very hurtful to her and she ends up crying for the first time in front of Lan Zhan. Maybe causing him to enter protective mode? (I just love how caring Lan Zhan is 🥺)

Thank you so much!

Man, I haven't done any for these for awhile... Well, I'll be posting very much less and probably more about other things. ( I regret everything i've drawn or written on this blog ) anyways, here is your request dear anon :

How Dare You

"Lan Zhan!" You wave your hand at him and he nods his head, his face remains the same but his golden eyes seem to express more than what his face shows. You flash him a bright smile and Wen Chao sees this. He rolls his eyes and turn to a servant girl from the Nie clan and wanders off to "greet" her.

You walk excitedly to Lan Zhan and give a bow. "Nice weather today isn't it? Lan Qiren and your brother instructed me to tell you to come to the library and help us with the new scrolls." His gentle eyes look left and right then he nods his head and gives a small smile, barely noticeable, but you can tell. You both walk to the Library Pavilion while having a nice chat. You notice Wen Chao from a distance with one of your friends from the Nie clan. "..Lan Zhan, uhmm.. I'll be back go to the Library without me tell Xichen-ge and your Shufu i'll be a bit late." We all know Wen Chao is very infamous, probably black listed from dating like Jiang Cheng. He reaches out his hand but you run towards your friend, you know you are breaking a rule but you hear her screams the more you run towards them. Lan Zhan goes to the Library and decides to help out first and he'll go to you later.

"Wen Chao!" You shout, another rule broken but you could care less when you saw your friend crying and her clothes ripped.

"Hah? Who are- OH! You're that girl, Y/N right? Haha who knew you'd be such a beauty..."

"Let go of her."

"Only if you'll come with me in her stead hehe.."

"I said.."

You grab his wrist and drop the outer layer of your clothes and give it to your friend.

"Let. Go."

He winces in pain and releases your friend's wrist from his grasp, you tell your friend to run and call Lan Wangji and where he is. She fixes your cloak on her and runs off to the Library.

"You think you're stronger than me because you train with that young Lan?! I thought you were so positive and cant hurt a fly. Guess the runors were wrong about you."

"I dislike people like you. I wouldn't treat you the same as others knowing your personality."

"Hah! What makes me so special? Do you like me?"

"In your dreams."

You throw him to the ground and step on him, eyes full of anger. He coughs out blood while you stomp on him more.

"Disgusting bastard."

Few moments later he passed out, you began to walk to the dorms and clean yourself but when you got out..

"Be careful, she isn't who we think she is.."

"I heard she bullies other people for her own amusement.."

"Disgusting whore."

More profanities blabbered out and the more personal they were the more they hurt. You just wanted to cry out that isn't what they think, that isn't the full story, that it's unfair for everyone to come up with stories and false rumors.. But alas, what can you do? You don't even have a quarter of the people on your side.

"Unjust words."

People turn towards the voice and it was Lan Wangji, your friend.

"Can you prove those true?"

Everyone stays silent for awhile and he turns to you, silently crying. His eyes widen and he glares at everyone.

"L-let's go!.."

They all ran away while you burst out in tears, why were people always assuming? Why were people who knew you would never do such believe those rumors? Why doesn't anybody believe you? Is it because you are a girl or your social standing? Why can't they sit and think, you aren't like that. Why? Why..

"Y/N."

Lan Wangji puts a hand on your back and you look up at him.

"Ah, I'm fine. I'm fine no worries! Uhm.. How is the library?"

He frowns and sighs.

"It is all taken care of."

"Great! I have to check on my friend-"

"She's fine."

"Ah that's great then! I feel quite bad I didn't to help you..."

"It's alright, you aren't fine."

He wipes a tear from your face.

"Don't believe them."

"Haha I won't."

"Mn, good."

He extends his hand to you.

"Let's go."

"Yep!"

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #founder of demonic cultivation #founder of diabolism #mdzs reader insert #lan zhan #lan wangji #the untamed #cql lwj #mdzs lan wangji #lan wangji x reader #mxtx mdzs #the untamed x reader #mdzs lwj

[lotuuus]

✨MASTER LIST ✨

GUSU LAN

Lan Qiren

Lan Xichen

Lan Wangji

Lan Sizhui

Lan Jingyi

YUMENG JIANG

Jiang Yanli

Wei Wuxian

Jiang Cheng

QINGHE NIE

Nie Mingjue

Nie Huaisang

LANLING JIN

Jin Zixuan

Jin Guanyao

Mo Xuanyu

Jin LIng

QISHAN WEN

Wen Ruohan

Wen Chao

Wen Qing

Wen Ning

#mdzs reader insert #mdzs x reader #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #lan wangji #lan xichen #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #jiang cheng #wei wuxain #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #jin ling #jin guangyao #mo xuanyu #wen ruohan #wen chao #wen qing #wen ning

[ka1yo]

i miss you.

xiao xingchen x gn!reader. angst. not proofread.

! CW

angst, mdzs + the untamed spoilers.

maybe a bit cringey idk this came from the top of my head

"a'qing! slow down!"

your voice echoed down the empty street of yi city, accompanied by the light patter of footsteps and giggles. panting, a low chuckle can be heard behind you.

"tsk, tsk, such low stamina!" the man in black sang, eyes dancing. you secretly nicknamed him 'bitchass scoundral,' but he won't ever have to know! you shot him a glare, elbowing him roughly.

"shut the fuck up," you snap, which earns a quiet ahem from your lover, xiao xingchen. you mumble a quiet apology, before shooting another glare at the man in black's taunting face. he sticks his tongue out, clearly enjoying the hatred emitting from your body.

tightening your hold on your lovers hand, you start running after a'qing, grumbling insults under your breath. xiao xingchen let out a airy chuckle as the scoundral let out a yelp of indignation, before dashing after you.

"xingchen.." a sob ripped through your throat as you cradled the corpse of your lover, unknotting his hair. tears stained his white robes, and you let out another sob as the coarse skin of his fatal blow could be felt under your fingers.

the once warm skin was now ice cold after resting in such a foggy place, which you and your lover once roamed. those lips that blindly kissed you were now cracked and dry, and you leaned down, just one more time to deliver your final kiss.

"i miss you."

#angst #fluff #lgbt #reader insert #mdzs #mdzs xiao xingchen #xiao xingchen #mxtx mdzs #the untamed #a qing #xue yang #mo dao su zhi #what am i supposed to tag this as

[hyperfixatedonthisnow]

Can’t get enough

*Not my GIF - also the GIF isn’t directly related to the story, but really who doesn’t need an excuse to look at those abs?

Here’s another thing I wrote. This one has even less plot than the last so, enjoy i guess!

Summary: Basically just shameless Nikolai x reader insert smut with a bit of fluff on the side.

Word count: 1.5K ish

Warnings: NSFW - 18+ only. Smut, fem!reader, mention of oral sex, marking, handjob, P in V sex, unprotected sex & ejaculation (but they are married if that makes it better)

“You’re far too good at that,” you murmured as you came down from your high. Nikolai chuckled, the vibration against your over sensitive flesh making you squirm. Burying your hands in his untamed hair, you tugged him upwards. The self-satisfied smirk on his face would have been unbearably smug if he hadn’t just brought you to orgasm for the third time that night. He raised himself up on his elbows and pressed his lips to yours in a lazy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Then he flipped over onto his back and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against his side. You snuggled in closer, throwing one leg over his as you ran your hand lightly across his chest and down, tracing absent patterns into his skin. He sighed contentedly, his eyes slipping closed. You studied his profile for a moment, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. Your mother had warned you that for women, sex was something to be endured rather than enjoyed. You were to allow your husband to take his pleasure as he wished, as was his right, and your role was only to provide him with a son and heir. Thankfully, the reality had turned out to be quite different and you had found Nikolai to be an attentive and unselfish lover. At first, you’d thought it was just a point of pride for him, a need to impress you when you were first married, but here you were years down the line and he was still as dedicated to your pleasure as he had been in the beginning, his own release always a secondary concern. In fact, you worried sometimes that perhaps he was neglecting his own needs in favor of satisfying yours, though of course he would never admit to it. Outside of the bedroom, he was just as thoughtful. As the newly crowned King of Ravka, his position was demanding, but he made a concentrated effort to put you first as much as he was able, and he rarely denied you anything that it was in his power to give. He could be a shameless flirt, but you knew without a doubt that he loved you, and you certainly loved him. You leaned up over him to press kisses to the tip of his nose, his eyelids, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, and his lips quirked up into a smile. He turned towards you, seeking a real kiss but you pulled back slightly so you could trail your lips down his throat instead and he hummed his approval, tipping his head back to give you better access. You nipped lightly at his Adam’s apple and bit down gently on the corded muscle at the juncture of his shoulder, drawing a gasp from him as you continued your wet, open mouthed path to his collarbone. Letting your hand drift lower, past his navel, you raked your nails gently across his pelvis while you sucked a bruise into his skin. His cock twitched in response, the muscles of his toned abdomen dancing under your hand. You tilted your head up to look at his face, ghosting your fingertips over his growing erection. “Recovered already?” He didn’t open his eyes, but he made an affirmative sound as you took him in hand, swiping your thumb over the head of his cock to gather the bead of pre-come already leaking there and spreading it as lubrication. You grasped him in a tight fist, jerking him roughly until he was panting, unable to stop himself from thrusting into your hand. When you added a twist of your wrist on the upstroke and ducked your head to swirl your tongue over one sensitive nipple, he groaned, his whole body shuddering. He rolled towards you without warning, eyes still closed, his mouth somehow finding yours and his weight pressing you into the mattress. You parted your legs for him, allowing him to position himself comfortably between your thighs as he kissed you, licking slowly into your mouth until you were both breathless. When you finally broke apart for air, he rested his forehead against yours, looking down at you through his lashes. You reached between your bodies to wrap your fingers around his cock again and you felt his breath hitch. “I need to be inside you,” he murmured as you resumed stroking him. You raised an eyebrow, surprised that he wanted to go another round so soon. “Again?” He dipped his head to nuzzle at the hollow of your throat, trailing his hand lightly down your side. “Mmhmm.” “You’re insatiable,” you teased. “Mmm,” he hummed in agreement, mouthing at the swell of your breast. He captured one dusky peak gently between his teeth at the same time as his fingers found your slick center and you gasped, arching into him, your body straining for more. “I can’t get enough of you,” he admitted. His tone was playful, but the look in his eyes was soft as they raised to meet yours. You lifted your free hand to tenderly card your fingers through his hair and he smiled, leaning into your touch, before he moved up to claim your mouth again. You pushed lightly at his shoulder, urging him onto his back and he went easily, his hands settling on your thighs as you straddled him. You raised yourself up on your knees, splaying one hand on his chest for balance and grasping his cock with the other, giving him several firm strokes as you lined him up with your entrance. His eyelids fluttered closed again and he inhaled sharply, his thumbs caressing your thighs as you sank down onto him, pausing only when your hips were flush with his. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you at the feeling of fullness. You ground your hips against his experimentally, simultaneously clenching your inner muscles and he groaned loudly, hands tightening on your thighs, his fingertips digging into your flesh almost hard enough to bruise. You repeated the motion, the combination of his reaction and the added friction to your clit already enough to have you chasing release. You sat up straighter as you began to ride him, setting a hard, fast rhythm, lifting yourself up until only the head of his cock remained inside you and then dropping back down to take his entire length at once, your thigh muscles burning with the effort. Nikolai pushed himself up into a sitting position, bracing himself on one arm and tangling his free hand in your hair so that he could pull you in for a bruising kiss, swallowing your sounds of pleasure. You nipped at his bottom lip when he released you and his hands found your waist, helping rather than guiding as he began thrusting up to meet you, the deeper penetration sending you both hurtling towards release in just a matter of moments. He slipped his hand between your sweat slick bodies with practiced ease, determined as ever that you should reach your climax first but you had already decided that this would be for him alone and you would not be deterred. Lacing your fingers through his, you stopped him before he reached his destination and kissed him thoroughly to distract him from his goal. You moved your hips harder against him until his movements became frantic, losing all semblance of rhythm. “Come for me,” you commanded quietly and he did, the gentle caress of your voice in his ear exactly what he needed to send him over the edge. He cried out, his body taught as he spilled his seed inside of you. You clung to him as the wave of his orgasm crested and peaked, one hand in his hair and the other sweeping across his broad shoulders. You stayed that way, your bodies tangled together so intimately that it was hard to tell where you ended and he began, until your breathing calmed and the pounding of your hearts slowed to their usual steady rhythm.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai duology #shadow and bone #nikolai smut #king nikolai #fem!reader #reader insert #Zoya is my queen but not in this fic #p in v #shamless smut #shirtless Paddy GIF is giving me life #i wrote this #and i'm not sorry

[withoutyouimsaskia]

Sometimes It's Fated (Sandman Short Story Part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

GIF: Originally posted by @sassycherryblossomtree

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x AFAB reader

Summary: Reader Self-Insert. After restoring the Dreaming and locating the missing dreams and nightmares, Morpheus turns his attention to finding you, the human he believes fate has chosen for him. (Title inspired by Placebo's "This Picture".)

Warnings: Minors DNI. Dark!Morpheus. Soulmates. Angst. Obsessive and possessive behaviour. Tension. Threat. Dubious/non consent. Physical intimacy.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: What a full on week! I've had a job interview. Got turned down for said job. Went to a Sandman filming location (Natural History Museum) and watched Dune Part 2 (cannot recommend enough). It took away from my writing time a bit but part 3 is here now, and I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think. Part 4 will be coming soon. All my love, Saskia xx

Sandman Masterlist

---------------------------------------------

"Y/N, I claim you as my soulmate."

The sentence is a catalyst, fuelling the physical and emotional reactions in both the surroundings and your body.

The wind is gone, leaving a claustrophobic air that crackles with untameable energy. The streetlight above violently flickers and flares, the unmistakable noise of a circuit about to overload emanating with each surge.

You feel these surges within your chest too, stoking the warmth radiating through you to an uncontrollable blaze. The ferocity of the sensation makes you whimper.

The man's hands are still touching you. Cradling your face and holding your hand; he feels the tremble that couples with your vocalisation.

"I understand. I feel it too," he whispers. "Though I imagine it is much more intense for your mortal heart to bear."

He eyes are raven black as he strokes his thumb back and forth over your cheek, before strengthening the hold he has on your face.

"Let me kiss the pain away."

He gives you no time to respond. He leans in the last few centimetres and puts his lips firmly against yours.

At first, contrary to his intent, the pain amplifies. He grunts, indicating that he has felt this spike also yet begins to move his lips regardless. It's like your heart is a balloon and it is being overfilled with air, close to exploding and obliterating you from existence. You then feel as if you are about to black out and want to pull away, and are about to try when the agony starts to subside.

The seduction begins.

The fire is mellowing with each press of his mouth, transforming into a restorative, yet sensuous energy. It's alleviation akin to calamine on a sunburn.

It awakens a primal need in your soul. This man is fundamental to you. He is the only one who can truly protect you from harm. You must remain with him. Give yourself to him.

You act on this revelation and kiss him back with a hunger that you didn't think you were capable of demonstrating.

Your reciprocation sends him into a frenzy. He cages you against the damp wall of the building and kisses you with unyielding, dangerous passion.

His skill is impressive, changing technique frequently to keep you guessing. Smothering kisses, bruising kisses, slower kisses to give you time to breathe. The hand that was cupping your face is now stroking down your side; breasts, waist, hips and back up again.

Tentatively, you raise your free hand to the back of his head and run your fingers through his wild hair. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, a satisfied vibrating sigh of sorts that encourages you to dig deeper into the silken locks.

He escalates things by slipping his tongue into your mouth. You feel his lips curl into a smirk as you moan in response. His taste is a potent blend: a smoky base, herbaceous core and ambrosial top notes. You are drunk on it, and him seconds after exposure.

Logic has left you. Schedules and duties cast aside.

The juxtaposition between the present and minutes prior would be frightening if not for how correct all this feels. You had been disgusted and alarmed by his conduct, ready to bring in reinforcements and then all of it had dissipated like dust under a short, sharp breath.

It is not a ridiculous change in behaviour; you were supposed to be doing this. This stranger is all you want.

He pulls back when even his slower kisses are unable to calm your elevated respiratory rate, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth as he does so to draw another moan from you.

The blue of his eyes shimmer with a myriad of emotions. Lust stands out the most along with awe and relief. Your cheeks prickle with a light blush as he continues to stare and document every detail.

"I have been waiting to do that for thousands of years, my precious soulmate," he eventually says in reference to the kiss after absorbing your image for a while.

There's that word again. Soulmate. You hadn't exactly been allowed a period of contemplation when the man first uttered it, too swept up in the fire and his touch, but now with the semi-reinstation of coherent thoughts you begin to assess. It proves difficult. Your cerebral matter feels like a mixture of treacle, sap and epoxy. Trapping words and slowing down your processing power. It would be so simple to let yourself live in this mental mire and be carried along by his whims.

No. You scold inwardly. Ask a question.

"What do you mean by soulmates?" You force yourself to speak.

He guides your palm to rest on his heart and sets up a mirror image with his hand on your chest. "It means that we are bound together, made for one another."

The next question is easier to form. "And what now, given that you've found me?"

"Now," His hips grind into yours. "I will continue with the ritual of awakening you to the metaphysical connection between us, stripping back the shrouds and glamours that have been protecting your mind from the gravity of this gift."

That explained why everything shifted when he first touched your skin.

"Are you going to do that here?" Your brain is really starting to break free of its trappings and you need to ascertain his plan for it sounds like his intentions are of a sexual nature and you are in a public place.

"No, your time in this world has reached its end. I will take you to my realm, lead you to my chambers and I will not stop stimulating you until I have taken residence in your every thought, every cell."

The speed and confidence with which he is pouring forth all of these sentiments, and the near-full recovery of your mental faculties triggers a wave of nausea. Perspiration forms on your nape and ears and your core temperature feels off; warning signs that you get when you are about to vomit.

He still hasn't let go of your hand. You hone in on the softness of his skin, hoping you can use him as an anchor as you wade through the icky symptoms.

Recent events are starting to catch up with you. You replay it all.

Soulmates. Mortal. Thousands of years. Metaphysical. Realm. The unexplainable environmental manifestations. The strange shifting qualities of his eyes. What kind of supernatural devilry had you managed to become ensnared in?

Was he in fact the devil?

You are so conflicted. This being, for you are convinced that 'man' is no longer the correct term, is telling you things that threaten your entire way of life and your heart is pushing you to seek comfort from him!

Then the voices start.

Your sense of balance tilts and you instinctively grasp his forearm for stability. He says your name and you drag your focus from your thoughts to his face. He is looking at you with deep concern.

"Tell me," he commands gently.

"I feel dizzy... And I can hear voices."

"How many?"

"What?"

"How many voices?"

Your eyes are wide as you struggle to understand the relevance of his question.

You stammer out a couple of syllables.

"Breathe," he encourages.

You obey and concentrate on the hubbub.

"Three. Everything is being repeated three times."

The frown lines smooth and he is smiling faintly. "It seems The Fates are vying for your attention."

"The Fates? Like in Greek mythology?"

"The very same."

Was this being a God then?

"They're telling me to close my eyes," you relay as soon as the instruction is delivered.

He nods. "That will be the trigger that transports your mind to their location."

"Will I pass out?"

"No. It will be a temporary connection that keeps your body frozen for mere moments."

"I feel so dizzy though."

"I can hold you while you converse with them should you wish."

You nod somewhat frenetically as a sliver of fear creeps into your mind. "Yes, please."

He lets go of your hand for the first time since you tried to go back in the building, slips his arms around your waist and he pulls you close with a satisfied sigh. The neediness with which you are clinging to him lessens your apprehension just a little.

"How does that feel?" His voice rumbles deliciously through your chest.

"Good, thank you."

"You should close your eyes now. It is best that you do not keep them waiting."

"Okay."

"I'll see you in a few moments."

You shut your eyes.

----------------

The scene you awaken in is all lemon yellows, blush pinks and pastel blues. There's no landforms or structures. Just a never-ending stretch of bedrock, topped with a horizon that is beginning to show a sumptuous sunset.

You squint a little and then notice that there is a actually a point of interest. A lump of rough rock, waist height. There's a divot worn into the top that makes the obtrusion look like a font. For a moment you see a single figure standing at it.

A figure that appears to have three faces.

But then you blink and the number has tripled.

Maiden, Mother and Crone.

The trio block the worst of the sun glare, and the light that isn't obscured is highlighting the translucent layers that overflow from their intricately constructed and adorned outfits. Their curly hair, like the fabric of their clothes, flows freely in the gentle breeze.

You walk towards the group, thinking back to that term in school where you studied Greek mythology. Under no circumstances did you ever think that any of it could possibly be true, yet here you were.

You stop a respectable distance from them and quickly avert your eyes downwards to look at the ruby ring on your right hand.

One of them speaks, "You need not be intimidated by us, sweetness."

"I only wish to pay respect to you, your Graces."

You chance a peek at the Fates and see amusement in their eyes.

"Oh, you are going to fit in very well in his world," the Mother says with a smile.

You don't know what to feel about that comment however you don't have time to dwell on it for the eldest addresses you.

"Come closer. Let us look at you."

And look they did. Their resolute gazes are just as discerning as the stranger's but unlike his, where you knew he was soaking you in, you feel like the Fates are seeing through you.

You don't know what exactly it is that they are looking for but their smiles give the impression of being appeased.

"Has Morpheus told you how this will go?"

"No..." You hesitate before speaking his name, "Morpheus has not."

"He didn't tell you his name, did he?"

"We didn't get a lot of time for small talk," you admit sheepishly.

"We can see that from the state of your lips."

"He always was rather forward with his physical affection."

"Touch starved," the Crone finishes.

You are beyond embarrassed. How swollen were your lips for it to be that obvious? You can almost feel his touch now, it tingles like phantom caresses on the skin of your neck, chest and waist. You swallow hard before further lust can thicken your throat.

The Fates then speak in turn again, explaining the context of your rendezvous.

"You will have the opportunity to ask three questions."

"That is the custom when meeting with us."

"There is no need to rush."

Choosing only three questions will be tough when there are hundreds you could ask. Were you losing your sanity? Was Morpheus a demonic envoy from the underworld sent to corrupt your mind?

You suppose all you really want to know is whether this is real.

"Is he telling the truth about us being soulmates?"

The Maiden answers in a musical voice, "He is. The confluence of yours and Morpheus' lives has been written for millennia. Your souls have been intended for each other since he came into existence. You were never meant for anyone else but him."

You feel like you are about to cry. That last statement cuts deeply.

"All those times that potential partners lost interest or ghosted me. It was because of this soulmates thing," you murmur the statement, aware that you don't need to ask them to know if it is true.

Years of heartache and confusion had been for nothing. The nights spent wondering if you had done something wrong, the days where you threw yourself into your work to distract from it.

You cannot regret all the good things you managed to create as part of your team at the charity yet it is hard to look past the personal torment that countless unexplained rejections caused. You are human after all.

Selfishness rears its head and pushes the next question from your mouth with a tone of indignation.

"Why am I only finding out about this now?"

The Mother takes over, tone caring and brown eyes cordial, "It was not necessary for you to know."

Ire disintegrates into frustration. "But I could have been preparing. Not building a life that I was clearly going to have to give up."

"You would not be the person you are had we given you warning. You needed to live as a human, not as someone who was fated to be with the King of Dreams and Nightmares. Besides, there was no possibility of you being together. For 106 years, Morpheus was the prisoner of a human, and it was the recent end of his captivity that allowed fate to take its intended course. Reaching your potential on Earth gives you a strong foundation from which to guide and influence him in how to best serve humanity, and learn to trust in them once more after what he suffered at the hands of one."

The amount of information you have just received is like a freight train. One after the other, the revelations barrel into you and you take refuge in your mind.

The King of Dreams and Nightmares; not a title you had heard of before. Yet there is a strange sense of recognition. A forgotten memory that barely flickers with life. You ignore the niggling thought and focus on the more devastating one.

This King, your soulmate was held against his will, subjected to suffering. You cannot bear the idea of it regardless of how few details you have at present. Your chest aches and you know your soul is the source.

Fury twitches in your fingers, as fiery as the now burnt oranges and bloody reds of the ever-progressing sunset. You want to know who could do such a terrible thing but you realise that it is not the most important question you could be asking.

You look back to the Fates. You note their proud smiles at your restraint.

"What role am I expected to play in his future?"

The Crone moves to centre stage, "You are to be his everything. Muse. Lover. Queen. Advisor. Confidant."

Your stomach twists.

"Are you ready to return to him?" The Maiden asks, taking you off guard.

You feel like you a patron being kicked out at closing time with half a drink left. A fizzy one that you can't knock back easily.

What you've just been told honestly scares you. It's a mountain of expectation, the sort of thing that could birth an inferiority complex. There's also your self-preservation instinct starting to scream. You've seen darkness in his eyes, felt his physical strength and heard how resolute his statements are.

You have to say something.

"I'm worried about what would happen if I disappoint him, if he would hurt me."

The trio step closer, the scant remnants of sunlight reflect off their perceptive eyes and the metal of their matching earrings.

The Crone speaks solemnly, "It has been well-documented that Morpheus has a ruthless nature. As one of the Endless siblings, he is among the most powerful beings in the universe; equal parts creator, and destroyer."

The Mother touches your cheek with a warm hand. "But you have just as much power to hurt him, sweetness. We have provided you with it."

The Maiden nods in agreement, and takes your hand.

"He deals in fears, yes but his domain also lies in fantasies. He will be able to furnish you with yours. He has been made to be perfect for you."

"But -"

"This is not a loss of agency or an act of surrender. Put aside your qualms, listen to your soul and ask yourself this: do you find him attractive?"

"Yes." He's the most attractive person you've ever seen.

"Do you care for him?"

"Yes." Your reaction to his imprisonment is evidence enough of that.

"Do you want to a chance of happiness?"

"Yes." Deep down beneath all the doubt and overthinking and catastrophising, it's exactly what you want.

You want Morpheus.

"I'm ready," you say calmly.

You take a step back from the Fates and bow.

"Thank you for your time, your Graces."

The sky is an inky violet with daubs of dark blue, the sun is a thin line on the horizon. It sets, signalling the end of the meeting and your time as an ordinary mortal.

"Fare you well," the Fates' voices echo in unison as everything fades to black.

-------------------------

Tag list: @herfantasyworldd @kpopgirlbtssvt @littleblackcatinwonderland @1950schick @lollipopsandlandmines

"Deep in my heart, deep in my mind. Take me away, take me away. This is my word, dream maker, life taker. Open up my mind."

#the sandman #sandman #the sandman netflix #the sandman 2022 #the sandman fic #the sandman fanfic #the sandman imagine #morpheus #lord morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus/dream #morpheus/dream x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream #dream x reader #the dreaming #the endless #the fates #dark!morpheus #dark morpheus #soulmates #fanfic #angst #tom sturridge #saskia writes sandman #Spotify

[shiny-jr]

sorry, I don’t speak italian

Warning: Yes, this will probably be a yandere thing if I continue it. Not really anything like that in this part at least. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Grim, Riddle Rosehearts, Chenya.

Summary: When you awake in a world that’s very much like twisted wonderland but each dorm is it’s own kingdom, you have many questions that require pressing answers. It’s truly a shame that no one here understands you, and you cannot understand the strange language either.

Note: Did I not-so-subtly insert my other au? Ya. Anyways, I was just writing this just cause. As always, Heartslabyul ends up as the test subjects, I always start a series with them. So, if this garners enough attention and people seem to like it, well, maybe I’ll continue it. Who knows? Oh, and don’t think too much of the title. I literally couldn’t come up with anything else and when that popped up in my head, I laughed since it came from a specific non-twst reference. Might change it later. 

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to stay awake playing on your phone. Yeah, it wasn’t such a good idea in the beginning anyways because you had things to do in the morning and you had just sacrificed your previous slumbering hours for more time to play that disney-gacha game on your phone. But it wasn’t that big of a deal. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be that big of a deal. That is until you fell asleep with your phone in your hand, and woke up someplace that wasn’t within the familiar safe confines of your bedroom.

The sweet floral scent of flowers greeted you as you awoke, and when your eyes opened you were surrounded by tall towering green hedges. The grass was a vibrant green and surprisingly soft, it had provided a place to lay. It was no wonder you didn’t wake up immediately. Disoriented and confused, you looked around, finding none of your belongings and nothing of interest on this thin path. It seemed that the only thing you had on you were the clothes on your back, not even your phone was present.

You had to wonder if this was some elaborate trick or surprise, or even a dream within a dream. But when you pinched yourself and shook your head frantically, it all but confirmed that this in fact was not a dream. So the question remained, where were you? There appeared to be no one else around, so all you could do was carefully walk about. The more steps you took, the more twists and turns you found, which made it clear that this was a hedge maze. Every few minutes you would stumble upon a very small clearing, boxed in by more hedges, where bushes of red roses grew in multitude. Within one bush you spotted rustling, making you curious but also placing you on edge.

Was it a huge bug, or some other wild untamed animal? Next you heard cackling in a somewhat familiar voice within the bush. This caused you to raise an eyebrow and hesitantly put your hands on the leaves, pushing the little branches across so you formed a small opening you could peer through. That’s when you saw it. Gray fur, small blue flames, a forked black tail swishing happily. “Grim…?”

“Hm?” The said feline stopped burying his face in the large slice of tart, which he probably stole because why else would he be hiding, and gazed up at you. Around his cheeks and stuck to his whiskers was the red jam, making him look like he stumbled out of a crime scene. As he licked his whiskers clean and wiped off the rest of the jam with his paw, instantly his blue eyes lit up, and you swore the little fire on his ears grew a little more as he broke out in a huge toothy grin. “Yuu!” Instantly he shoved the rest of the tart in his mouth before jumping out of the bushes and into your arms, surprising you as you stumbled back a bit and held him tighter so he wouldn’t fall. 

You stood stunned as he happily nuzzled into your arm that cradled him, awkwardly patting down the fur on his head as you spoke, “Uh, sorry to break it to you, but I’m not Yuu. Well–– I kinda am, but not really? I sorta play as Yuu, but I’m not really them. Does that make sense?”

“Huh?” Grim stopped and peered up at you in confusion. “Eh, Yuu, hsta nowr tih uo? Yh ra a ginkase ll ewid?”

“What…?” You stared right back at him, apparently just as confused. Slowly you lowered him down to the ground, watching as he slowly began to spout nonsense and get more worked up the less you responded.

“E nac elebvi sth! Uo yanfli ocm acb na uory laitkn esru ewid! Tso laitkn ile aht! D uo kon sut oh gon e deati? Ou ocm acb riugn y casn mie, na uory laitkn ile n iena!”

“Uh…” You watch him drone on and on in that alien tongue, not able to understand a word he’s saying as he points to you, then him, then gestures to the area around them. Finally, after a moment, you stopped him mid-rant and shook your head as you lifted your hand. First, get the basics out of the way. Gently you poked him and spoke, “Grim.”

Grim stops speaking, only briefly before he looks at your hand and mutters, “Hta ra uo dnio…? Uory iuyrsoel tastrin t frea m ot. Ra ou Yuu orm aenoth patle?”

You ignore his offhand remark and then point to yourself. “(Y/n).”

The feline blinks at this, gesturing to himself as he slowly connects the dots. “Grim, na…” His paw presses against your chest. “Yuu.”

“No, no, no.”

You shook your head, to which Grim copied the movement and mocked. “No, no, no!”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh before shaking your head more slowly this time as you repeated your actions from before. Point at him, then at yourself, again and again, at least three times. “Grim. (Y/n). Grim. (Y/n). Grim. (Y/n). Do you get it now?”

Grim’s little paws hold your hand in place as you point to him, before he points at you with a single claw. “(Y/n)?”

“Yes!” You exclaim, watching as his tail swished back and forth.

“(Y/n)!” He repeats louder, looking quite pleased with himself when you begin to pet his head.

“You got it, Grim.” With one arm you supported his weight, and with your freehand you scratched a spot behind his ears softly, careful not to accidentally hurt him.

The feline purred in contentment, his nails digging into your sleeve but not touching your flesh. The cat nuzzled into your arm, closing his eyes and mumbling, “Yuu r (Y/n), sonet remett! E kon uory teh! Uory te en eh ebn gaitin fo!”

“I have no idea what you just said.” You sighed, still puzzled at how to proceed from here. But currently, Grim seemed more focused on the attention rather than conversation. He wouldn’t be answering your questions anytime soon, so without much of a choice, you continued walking along at a much slower pace, now relaxed that you weren’t alone.

That was when, only after a few minutes, you eventually stumbled upon a much larger clearing where there was chatter and people. Various peoples in strange yet extravagant red, white, and black outfits were among the roses, sharing tea and pristine white tables and taking turns playing what looked like croquet with flamingos as mallets and hedgehogs as balls. Then, one by one, they began to notice you, stopping whatever they were doing and not-so-discreetly whispering about you. You didn’t know what they were saying, but you knew when someone was talking about you.

Grim looked on edge now, clinging tightly to your arm as his bright blue gaze scanned the multiple faces of people.

Your unease is only increased tenfold when various soldiers of red and blue appeared in clanking armor, and you spotted the familiar bright red hair and wide gray eyes of a certain tyrant as he’s known in the game. And his face–– he looked so serious as he was staring straight at you, shouting something in the same alien tongue Grim spoke in, while pointing at you with his golden staff. Immediately as soldiers were making their way towards you and Riddle seemed to be after you for some reason, you could only think about that one twisted wonderland fic you found by accident and read due to pure boredom. Who was it by? Tiny junior? Wily junior? Whatever, that didn’t matter. The important part was, the fic was about the cast being all violent and on the attack because they believed the main character was some imposter! You couldn’t help but think what if it were the same here? Why else would Riddle be leering at you so fiercely and sending soldiers after you?

Grim gazed up at you with wide eyes, jumping out of your arms and tugging at your socks in the direction of where you came from, away from the people. There was an urgentness in his tone as he tugged harder, making you even more frightened. “Ocm n! E dot wan aht ryaz Riddle t eg sh sahn n uo ty! Ev lraby senp yn mie tih uo!”

That sounded like a hurry up, or he’ll kill you, to you. So you immediately began running after the sprinting feline, shuddering when you heard Riddle’s shouts grow louder and more frantic. Just as you began to worry if you could outrun those soldiers chasing you, Grim stopped and breathed those magical blue flames, covering your path and sealing the way behind you, preventing anyone from following due to the fire. You heaved a sigh of relief as the cat jumped on your back, cackling and taking the free ride, leaving you to do all the running until you could run no longer. Your legs had grown tired, you were out of breath, the commotion from earlier had long since faded the further you had gotten.

It was getting darker. You slumped down in the shade of a rose hedge to hide from the setting sun’s light and tucked away from view. You should be safe, for now at least. Grim slid into your lap, looking a bit worried, muttering something of what you assumed were either words of comfort or an apology for making you do all the running away. He placed a paw on your cheek, but you managed a hesitant tired smile. At least he hadn’t tried to kill you. For now you had one feline––

Your eyes trailed up to a floating upside down head that eventually materialized into an odd looking man somehow on top of the hedges and swinging down to see you at eye level. With yellow eyes, messy hair of all types of purple shades, and… purple cat ears…? A cheeky type of grin appeared on his lips as he continued to gaze at you upside down, and he spoke in a cheerful singsongy type of tone. “Ra uo sot~? Oh…!” He paused, his pupils going wide until his grin widened and he spoke more enthusiastically, “Yuu!!”

Another feline…?

#grim #riddle rosehearts #chenya #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst writing #sorry i don't speak italian

[theoryofthemultiverse]

Fluff

Blooming flowers

Pairing: Douma x (!pregnant) reader

Synopsis:

You and Douma have been married and living together in his Eternal Paradise Cult for years now, building a happy life together. A perfect life, only one thing seemed to be missing, children! So after giving your lover 2 baby girls already, you’re now expecting your third addition to the family.

A/N: Got immediately inspired by a request, and it was so cute, I simply had to write something about it, so enjoy!

Also, (Y/D/N) = Your daughter’s name, you can just choose which name you want to insert in the story, most of the time I left it up to you all which daughter's name to put in.

🪷

“Mom, Dad!” (Y/D/N) barged in through the door, followed by her younger sister. It was now in the middle of the summer, the sun being there for the majority of the day only added to the little girls being as energized as they could be.

Douma given that he was a demon, didn’t need sleep, what his little girls apparently inherited from him. So he instantly rose from the bed, hearing them and their tiny feet hitting the floors tiles as they came running towards him. He instantly scooped them up into his arms as you slowly rise from the pillows. You were now 2 and a half months in your pregnancy, and it was at these times especially that you could thank god for your energized lover that had the ability to keep up with your little girls while your belly grew and made things more difficult for you.

You watched in awe as the two children sat in his lap together, and he played with them, tickling (Y/D/N) in the process. Seeing them like that, you must admit you could watch them the whole day, but it doesn’t take long until (Y/D/N) climbs over her dads legs towards you and puts her hands on your belly gently.

„Mom Good morning! How are you doing?“ her sister joins in, still being held by Douma:“And how is our little sibling doing?“ (Y/D/N) adds excitedly:“Do you think we’re going to get a brother or another sister?“, “Well either way we will love them, … and put them into cute clothes!”

Douma now picks them both up again and stands up from the bed:“You little demons, would you mind giving your mom a break? Carrying a child is quite hard work, let’s make her day a bit easier, hm? Do you two want to help me make breakfast?“ Both cheer in union, and he puts them back on the floor. (Y/D/N) sprints out of the bedroom:“The last one to arrive in the kitchen is a slow turtle.“ Her sister runs after her: “That is not fair, you had a head start!”

Both girls run out into the hallway now and Douma turns around to you to give you another kiss to your lips before sprinting after them and of course arriving in the kitchen first. Your girls are both human, they got that from you and while Douma could turn you all in the blink of a moment, you both thought it was better for now to just leave it as is. You wanted your children to be able to see and play in the sun. Also, it would have been way harder for you to keep them out of the sun, compared to simply telling them that their father had a skin disease. So it would hurt him a lot when he is going out while daytime.

Douma agreed on the fact that you two could maybe tell your girls when they were older, but for now, he also simply enjoyed watching them play in the garden running after his maids and to you. All while he was sitting in the safety of his dark room watching through the open window in the shade of the house.

Yet that of course doesn’t mean they didn’t get anything from their dad’s genes, quite the contrary. Your eldest daughter had his eyes, a beautiful rainbow that you admired again every time you looked at her. Your younger daughter on the other hand had his untamable hair. Blonde strands of it going into every direction one could think of, making it a challenge to put into place. Luckily, your husband had quite a few tricks up his sleeve so he managed very well, and soon taught all the maids how to do your daughter's hair.

Smiling at the thought, you decide to get up now and follow your loves into the kitchen. Normally the maids gladly prepared breakfast which only was you and the kids eating since your husband didn't need anything himself besides a glass of blood occasionally, telling the girls (should they manage to get a glimpse of it) that it was strawberry juice. Yet, Douma enjoyed preparing the food with his two little ones, especially if they all made it for you.

A beautiful scent filled the air, and you stepped into the kitchen to see the three of them cooking your favorite dish. You make an exaggerated gesture of smelling the air as you come into the room and say:"Mhhh, you guys made my favorite?"

(Y/D/N) turns around to look at you and sits you down on the table:"We did, Dad still helped us a lot but today me and (Y/D/N) already did so much by ourselves!"

You smile in pride as you see how much your two girls grow up and as Douma comes to the table with the food and (Y/D/N), you take them both in your arms and cuddle them close to you. "My girls, I am so proud of you." They giggle and cuddle you back while Douma watches the three, or more like four of you, smiling to himself, thinking that he is so lucky to have you all. Before everyone sits down at the table and enjoys breakfast.

After you are all done, Douma orders the maids in to take care of the dishes while you go to take the children outside to play a bit. Having Douma follow soon after, sitting down in his room to watch you play with the children. There is a small pond in the garden where you splash both of your daughters with the water playfully. A part of you is sad that Douma cannot come out as well to play with you and your daughters. But on the other hand, it doesn't take you long to get tired from the playing as well. So you return to your beloved sitting in the room awaiting you with open arms as you make your way back to him. Putting your shoes on the balcony, you step towards the cushions he sits on and immediately sink into his embrace.

"I really wished you could come outside and play too." Douma smiles at you like he always does, as you close your eyes and enjoy his presence. "Don't worry about me darling, I am fine with watching you all when the weather is nice, after all, I still have rainy days with them too, don't I?"

You smile at his positivity, somehow that is always enough to make you feel better in any situation. Yes, sometimes he can be a bit bad with dealing with negative emotions in the process, but that was something you were willing to accept.

He didn't wait for your response and curiously asked:"Do you think we're getting another girl, or a boy to love?" You chuckle:"You know, I have no idea about that." "But what about womanly intuition?" You smile and think playfully now. "I heard that if it is a boy, then your partner is around you all the time 24 hours a day." Douma pouts:"What is that supposed to mean, I also was around you 24 hours a day with the girls!" he looks shocked, and you laugh, brushing over his hair. "I am just kidding, you are and were, so that doesn't have anything to do with the gender … but I am not sure, I feel like this time it is a boy." His eyes light up. "Oh, that would be so amazing! Don't get me wrong. I love our girls, but when they get older, you 3 are for sure going to have your girl topics and leave me out. And then what am I supposed to do? I want someone to have boy topics with then." You can't help but laugh at his cuteness, and you can understand him to some point. You were quite glad you already had your two girls.

"Did you think about any names yet?" he looks at you curiously, awaiting your ideas. Nodding your head, you reply:"What do you think about (Y/S/N)?"

Douma puts his hand to his chin to hold it in thought:"Yes, I like that name a lot too. If we really get a boy, then we can gladly take it!" You think about asking him 'what about a girl name?' but you smile over it and decide to leave him in the dream of it becoming a boy for today.

Just as you feel safe in his arms and are ready to fall asleep at any moment, you can hear two pair of feet running at you two. You blink open an eye to look what your little ones came up with, you see them in front of you. Smiling and hiding their hands behind their backs.

Douma looks at them with his usual smile:"Are you two hiding something?" (Y/D/N) looks at her sister and says:"Well since you cannot come out together with us and Mom is getting tired, we thought we would simply bring you something from outside!

They both reveal what's in their hands, and you are met with 5 flower crowns. Douma's eyes light up:"Oh girls, they are amazing, is one for me?" They chuckle:"Of course, Dad!" He bends his head down so (Y/D/N) can put the crown on him. They then continue to hand the crowns out:"One is for you. One is for mom. Two are for us, and the last one..." They put the crown on your belly. "Is for our baby sibling!"

You and Douma are sincerely so touched at this sweet, considerate gesture, and open your arms for the girls to cuddle in as you add:"You two will be two amazing older sisters soon." They cheer and thank you both as one cuddles towards you and the other falls asleep on Douma's lap, as he brushes through her hair. Sitting here like this, you simply feel perfect and happy you have your sweet family around you.

No matter what happens, you wouldn't trade them for the world.

#douma x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer douma #kny douma #douma #fluff #douma fluff

[mdzsfan]

Unspoken Bonds Part 5 *NSFW

GIF by jay070490 on tenor

Lan Wangji's longing for y/n burned like a fervent flame, a molten intensity that seemed to transcend the very boundaries of their beings. The air around them was charged with a palpable electricity, an unspoken promise of the passions about to unfold.

As their lips met in a passionate collision, it was as if time itself held its breath, allowing their souls to entwine in a dance of heated fervor. Y/n's response was nothing short of exquisite; her heart's rhythm synchronized with his, an unspoken symphony of desire echoing in the chambers of their chests.

Their connection deepened as she found herself instinctively drawn to his lap, a throne of desire where she perched with a grace that mirrored her essence. The subtle friction of their bodies meeting sent shivers down their spines, a delicious reminder of the decadent journey they were embarking upon.

Yet, with every stolen kiss, the hunger within Lan Wangji's gaze grew, an insatiable appetite that mirrored his fervent heart. Each press of their lips was a confession, a silent proclamation of a love so intense that it defied conventional boundaries. The taste of her, the sensation of her breath mingling with his, fueled a wildfire within him that threatened to consume every fiber of his being.

It was as though he had tapped into a wellspring of desire, his once-controlled restraint giving way to an intoxicating greed. The layers of y/n's hanfu became the embodiment of his yearning, a metaphorical barrier that begged to be stripped away. With a mixture of urgency and reverence, his fingers sought the hidden clasps and ties, unveiling her form layer by layer.

The unveiling was a ritualistic unveiling of not just clothing, but of inhibitions, of doubts, of fears. Each piece that fell away was a testament to their shared vulnerability, a surrender to the emotions that had been building between them. The silk and satin cascaded to the floor, leaving her bared to his adoring gaze, a masterpiece of curves and contours that he had longed to explore.

As the last layer of fabric surrendered its hold, their connection became an unbreakable thread, woven from the strands of their souls. Their gaze locked, and in that shared moment, there was no room for shame or hesitation. Only the raw, unadulterated truth of their desires, a truth that beckoned them closer, binding them in a dance of fervent love and insatiable lust.

With a hunger that resonated deep within his core, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her delicate skin, igniting a trail of fire that coursed through her veins. His touch was a symphony of sensations, each note played upon the canvas of her being. Tenderly, he lowered his gaze, his eyes locking onto her bosom, a shrine of her femininity that beckoned to be worshiped.

He planted kisses like delicate blossoms upon her breasts, his lips bestowing a devotion that knew no bounds. His mouth explored every contour, every rise and fall, as if seeking to etch her essence into his very memory. Her breath quickened, a melody of desire escaping her lips, a sweet chorus of pleasure and longing.

"Wangji," her voice trembled, a melodic plea that hung in the air, woven with vulnerability and anticipation. "It's not fair," she whispered, her voice a soft caress, "I stand bare before you while you remain adorned in yours."

A commanding gentleness lingered in his gaze, his eyes ablaze with a possessive ardor that bespoke his longing. "No," he asserted, his voice a resonant echo of dominance, "You are mine."

As if guided by an irresistible force, his ardency deepened, his fervor leaving behind an indelible mark. His lips, now on a passionate quest, journeyed southward, bestowing fervent kisses that ignited flames of pleasure. With a deliberate hunger, he tasted her skin, teeth grazing against the peaks of her desires, leaving imprints of his ardor in their wake.

A symphony of sensations enveloped her as he ventured further, his lips descending like raindrops on parched earth. Her neck, that slender bridge between body and soul, became a canvas for his fervent artistry. His tongue danced upon her skin, tracing intricate patterns that spiraled into a crescendo of ecstasy, each movement a testament to his unquenchable yearning.

"Say it," his voice was a whisper, an enchanting spell woven into the fabric of their shared passion.

A quiver of pleasure escaped her lips, a harmonious response to the crescendo of sensations that his touch elicited. "I'm yours," she moaned, the words a surrender to the tidal wave of pleasure that engulfed her, an admission of her heart's deepest longing.

Embraced within the cocoon of their desire, he cradled her in his arms, their connection transcending the boundaries of the physical. The bed received their fervent devotion. With a deliberate tenderness, he bound her wrists together.

Blindfolded with the ribbon that adorned his forehead, she surrendered herself to him, her vulnerability a testament to the trust that flowed between them. Stripped of physical coverings, she stood bared not only in body but also in the profound vulnerability of her heart, a canvas upon which he painted his love. Wangji," she murmured, a soft pout gracing her lips as her doe-like eyes were veiled beneath the silk embrace of a forehead ribbon. A ribbon that concealed her vision yet unveiled the deepest recesses of her yearning heart.

A flicker of something in his gaze, a smoldering ember of want, stirred as he corrected her, voice low and commanding, "Address me as Hanguang-jun." The words dripped from his lips with a potency that resonated through the room, a command as much as a declaration of his dominance. His hand moved with purpose, tightening the ribbon gently but firmly, ensuring that her sight remained shrouded, her sense of sight relinquished to the whims of the unknown.

Yet, his gaze lingered upon her form, tracing the contours of her body with a fervor that bespoke of an unquenchable thirst. The layers of his hanfu, once a symbol of restraint, now transformed into tools of seduction, fell away like the petals of a forbidden flower. Each fold revealed a glimpse of his taut, sculpted physique, each bared inch a declaration of his intent to unravel not just her clothing but her very inhibitions.

Their hunger for each other was palpable, an electric current that surged through the air, leaving no space for inhibition. As he gazed into her eyes, a primal fire ignited, consuming every rational thought and kindling the flames of their most forbidden fantasies as she licked his cock.

The tug of her hair sent a shiver down her spine, a prelude to the intense sensation that was to follow. Her breath hitched as a mixture of anticipation and excitement swirled within her, a storm of emotions that mirrored the tempestuous passion building between them.

As the crescendo of their fervent embrace approached its zenith, he surrendered to the intoxicating tide that surged within him. A guttural moan escaped his lips, a testament to the building storm of ecstasy that could no longer be contained. With a primal urgency, he released the essence of his desire, a molten offering that spilled forth and cascaded into her waiting mouth.

Her lips enclosed him in a fervent embrace, a willing vessel for his ardor. The taste of him was a heady cocktail of passion and submission, a sensation that seared itself into her senses and left her craving more. The flicker of hesitation was swiftly consumed by the flames of her own burgeoning appetite, and she drank him in with an eagerness that mirrored his own unrestrained yearning.

His gaze, heavy-lidded with a hunger that could not be denied, locked onto her. It was a gaze that stripped away all pretense, baring the raw intensity of his desire for her. As her struggle to accommodate the intensity of his offering became evident, a surge of possessive pleasure coursed through him, igniting the smoldering embers of dominance that lay just beneath the surface.

She quivered, a mix of sensations coursing through her as she battled to fully embrace the potent intimacy of their connection. "Too much!" she managed to gasp, the words a mixture of surrender and defiance. The vulnerability in her voice only served to stoke the fires of his lust, reaffirming his grasp on the reins of their shared passion.

A sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a hint of wicked amusement dancing in his eyes. "You can keep going," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress that held a command she couldn't resist. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, she felt his firm hand against her head, a directive that propelled her to take him deeper once more.

With a controlled release, Lan Wangji relinquished his grip on her head, a silent signal of the transition from one layer of their connection to another. As his fingers tenderly guided her hands to encircle his neck, they embarked on a journey of shared intensity that would etch its memory into their very souls.

Her touch, tentative yet determined, conveyed a yearning that mirrored his own. With a surge of fervor, he surged forward, allowing the entirety of his arousal to claim her with a force that bordered on the primal. The initial sensation of his entry was an electric shock that rippled through her, setting her nerves ablaze and erasing the line between pleasure and aching need.

The rhythm they established of desire, a primal cadence that echoed the tempo of their racing hearts. His thrusts were a potent blend of dominance and intimacy, each movement a declaration of his ownership of the moment, of her very being. The sensation of him pushing in and out, a carnal ebb and flow, was intoxicating, a visceral reminder of the depths to which they were willing to descend in their pursuit of the ultimate ecstasy.

With every powerful thrust, her body responded in kind, a dance of submission and voracious craving that left her senses reeling. Her eyes fluttered and then rolled back, a visual testament to the waves of sensation that coursed through her, leaving her breathless and teetering on the precipice of something sublime. Beads of sweat traced erratic paths down her forehead, glistening like precious jewels in the ambient light, a testament to the fervor that consumed them both.

A moan, deep and fervent, spilled from her lips, the syllables a mixture of plea and surrender. "Please," she gasped, her voice laden with a desperate need that held an unspoken promise of release. The sheer vulnerability of her plea was met with a sly chuckle, his voice a dark velvet that cut through the air like a dagger of desire. "Use your words," he goaded.

The plea for release hung in the air like an unspoken promise, a crescendo of need that defied the constraints of language. And in response to her fervent appeal, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her tear-stained cheeks. The taste of her salty tears was mingled with the taste of their shared desire, a heady cocktail that threatened to unravel them both. "Together," he murmured, his words a whispered command that ignited a surge of anticipation within her.

As their bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm, the culmination of their fervor loomed on the horizon, a climax that held the promise of release and fulfillment.

"No more," y/n whimpered, her plea laced with desire and urgency, her body quivering from the lingering waves of climax that had just washed over her.

As his eyes met hers, smoldering with a mixture of tenderness and hunger, he leaned in with deliberate intent. His body pressed against hers, his hardness finding its way back to her warmth. The moment their flesh met, an electric jolt of anticipation coursed through her, igniting embers that had never truly extinguished. She was a willing captive in his embrace, yearning for more of the exquisite agony and pleasure he so expertly bestowed upon her.

With a commanding yet achingly tender hold, Lan Wangji guided her movements, their bodies were in a synchronized rhythm of desire. He claimed her lips in a kiss that was as fierce as it was intoxicating. His lips moved against hers with a controlled urgency, and his tongue danced with hers, igniting a fire that seemed to burn from deep within her core.

Her gasp was swallowed by the voracious kiss, and in the midst of their passion, his lips traced a fiery path down her neck, leaving a trail of bites and nips that marked her as his. The mixture of pleasure and pain was an intoxicating elixir, heightening every sensation and melding their souls together in a way that was both primal and profound.

With each rhythmic thrust, the ache between her legs intensified, the boundaries between agony and ecstasy blurred into an exquisite fusion. Lan Wangji's skilled hands roamed her body, igniting every nerve ending with their possessive touch. He was her tormentor and her savior, the architect of her deepest desires and the sculptor of her most intense pleasure.

As their bodies moved in unison, a symphony of moans and gasps painted the air, a testament to the passion that bound them. In this timeless moment, y/n existed solely in the realm of sensation, her senses overwhelmed by the symphony of touch, taste, scent, and sound that enveloped her.

Their bodies glistening with the aftermath of their shared passions, y/n and Lan Wangji found solace in each other's arms, their bare forms pressed close in an intimate embrace. The air was thick with the heady scent of their desires, a tangible reminder of the boundaries they had crossed.

As the hushed moments passed, y/n's voice emerged, a delicate murmur that cut through the lingering traces of their shared ardor. "A-zhan," she breathed, her tone a mixture of wonder and uncertainty, "Do you realize the path you chose? Is it not forbidden for a master and servant to share such a connection, to be so intimately intertwined, especially between a maid like myself and a person of your status?"

Lan Wangji, his gaze soft yet resolute, responded with a gesture that transcended words. His hand reached out, gentle fingers entwining with hers, guiding her touch to the silken ribbon that adorned his forehead. It was a symbol of him choosing her as his wife. 

As her fingers brushed against the fabric, a silent message passed between them, a declaration that defied societal norms and echoed with the depth of his emotions. He was claiming her as more than just a servant, more than just a passing desire. He was acknowledging her as a cherished part of his world, a connection that went beyond the constraints of their roles.

Tears welled in y/n's eyes, shimmering with a mixture of emotions too profound to contain. His lips, tender and compassionate, brushed against her cheeks, tasting the salt of her unshed tears. Each kiss was a soothing balm, a promise that he would wipe away not only her tears but also any doubts that clouded her heart.

With delicate reverence, his lips trailed a path from her cheeks to her neck, a journey that resonated with both tenderness and fervor. The sensations rippled through her, awakening the embers of desire that lay dormant within her once again. The space they occupied became a sanctuary of shared longing, where every touch, every sigh, was a testament to their unspoken bond.

In the hours of their clandestine love, y/n and Lan Wangji surrendered to their yearning once more, a union that defied societal norms but resonated with a resonance that was undeniably real. The world beyond their cocoon of intimacy faded away, leaving only their shared desires, their whispered promises, and the intoxicating rhythm of their intertwined souls.

#mdzs x reader #mdzs oneshots #mdzs #the untamed #mo dao zu shi reader insert #cql #the untamed x reader #mo dao zu shi x reader #the untamed oneshots #the untamed reader insert #lan wangji x female reader #lan wangji x reader #lan zhan x female reader #lan zhan x reader #lan zhan

[thirteenis-myluckynumber]

Proposal - Nie Huaisang

Pairing: Nie Huaisang x f!reader

Word Count: 1669 words

Warnings/tags: none i think, the events leading up to the wedding, fluff

Notes: (C/N)-your clan's name, (Y/N)-your name

A/N: I planned this to be a one-shot but I got carried away, so the actual action *wink wink* will happen in the next chapter.

I did some completely unnecessary research for this (my adhd ass basically got distracted) but nothing specific. My cultural knowledge is from the show so I'm sorry for any possible mistakes regarding culture. This is my first time writing The Untamed. Also English is not my first language.

Part 2

You met Nie Huaisang at one of the cultivation meetings Jin Guangyao held in Carp Tower. You were a member of one of the smaller clans, so you didn't attend such gatherings in general. That one time your older brother insisted for you to come, as there were some issues to be discussed which might need your expertise as a healer.

During the many battles of the Sunshot Campaign, you actively participated in the healing of wounded soldiers, so many members from the bigger clans also knew you. So it was no wonder they were all pleasantly surprised to see you there at the meeting. After the greetings and toasts you were free to mingle, and almost everyone greeted you with a pleasant smile and grateful eyes. You also greeted them politely, asking about their family and health.

After a while you noticed that Zewu-jun were looking at you, wanting to invite you over to where he was standing with his brother Lan Wangji, Jin Guangyao and another finely dressed young man. As you walked over Lianfang-zun excused himself to greet the other guests. You turned to the remaining three men with a smile, and they bowed to you in return.

"(C/N)(Y/N). It's so nice to see you. What brings you here?" Lan Xichen asked with a small smile on his lips.

"Apparently, Lianfang-zun requires my help with something. And I took the chance to reunite with old acquaintances."

Lan Wangji stared at you in his usual way, not showing any of his emotions. You also wanted to ask what brought him here, but with a curt nod to you and his brother he also excused himself. Finally, you turned to the man now standing next to Lan Xichen. You had an attention to detail, so only a quick glance was enough for you to notice his handsome face and elegant clothing however, you didn't remember meeting him before.

"It's nice to meet you, Master...," you trailed off somewhat nervously as you didn't know how to address him.

He appeared lost in thought for a moment as he seemed to ever so slightly jump at your words. Still, he quickly schooled his expression into a calm and dignified look, but you could still see his nervousness underneath.

"I am Nie Huaisang. Pleased to meet you Lady (C/N)," he said as he bowed to you again, holding his fan in his hands.

As you realized your previous mistake, you were quick to return his bow.

"Ahh, please excuse my rudeness Clan Leader Nie."

He didn't seem offended at all as he glanced at you with a small smile, which appeared to be sad to you. You knew the story of his ascension to clan leader, after all his brother's death was still a widely discussed topic between cultivators. You also heard the various mean stories about Nie Huaisang himself, in which cultivators often referred to him as the Head Shaker or Good-For-Nothing. Stealing another glance at the man, he didn't seem quite as incompetent to you as these stories described him. He might not carry a sword and appear generally nervous, but you could also see the intelligence in his eyes. Right when you wanted to ask him about the situation in Qinghe, your brother called out to you to return to your tables. You exchanged bows with the two men again and returned to where your clan was sitting. However, you didn't seem to think about anything else that day but the handsome and mysterious Clan Leader Nie.

In the upcoming weeks you had the chance to meet with Nie Huaisang many more times, at political meetings and at night hunts too. You were not one to attend often, but as time went by you became more and more interested in the leader of the Nie Clan. As far as men go, he was the first one with whom you could always stir up meaningful conversations about various topics, not just politics or war. As someone who were always interested in music and arts, you found it exceptionally refreshing to listen to him talk about his passions, especially painting and his favourite fans. Looking at him, it always made you happy to see him quite relaxed during your conversations. After a while he even became bolder and started to show you his beautiful smile and laugh and you had to realize, that you, at the same time, started to fall in love with him.

Your brother always had a watchful eye on you two and he always let you know when he thought you spent enough time in the company of the clan leader. You understood his reasoning of course, so you always rejoined your family after a short conversation with Nie Huaisang.

After a few such meetings though, you started receiving gifts from him. At first you didn't know from whom they came from, but one time a messenger, who delivered some letters to your brother, handed you a neatly packaged hand-painted folding fan. It was the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, and you instantly knew who it was from. As you carefully traced the intricately painted lines on the fan with your fingertips your heart was beating so hard you felt it might jump out of your chest at any moment.

The next week your brother informed you that Clan Leader Nie requested a lunch with him and that you should also attend. Despite his reputation, everyone in your home made sure the preparation for the lunch were going smoothly. Everyone seemed excited to host such a high-ranking cultivator in your home. To say that you were nervous when the day finally arrived was an understatement. Actually, you thought you were never this nervous before.

During the lunch you were actually becoming calmer until your brother finally steered the conversation toward the actual meaning of the whole thing.

"Clan Leader Nie, may I ask the reason of your visit?" Your brother inquired after you exhausted all the general conversation topics.

Nie Huaisang seemed rather nervous too during the whole lunch, but looking at him now you were worried he might actually faint. Good thing you are a healer, you thought. For a few moments he sat there completely silent and almost motionless. Only his hands fiddling with his closed fan revealed his emotions. He looked up at your brother and opened his fan to hide behind it. The longer he spoke the quicker his hand moved the elegant accessory, and it seemed his face got redder by the minute.

"Clan Leader (C/N), as you probably noticed, we became quite well-acquainted with your sister. I would like to believe we became rather close even in the past few weeks. And you didn't seem opposed by my advances either. What I mean by all this is that...," he trailed off, even his ears were bright red by now. He appeared to be steeling himself for his next words. Finally he reluctantly lowered his fan and looked at you with frightened but hopeful eyes. God, you just wanted to hug him at that moment. But you couldn't, so you mustered your most encouraging smile and nodded at him. You were certain your cheeks were also red at that point. Nie Huaisang looked straight into your brother's eyes and said:

"I would like to ask for your permission to take your sister as my wife."

When he finally said it, it seemed like a huge stone was lifted off of his shoulders. His posture became more relaxed, but the fan opened again, only at his chest though, not covering his face. Now it was your turn to nervously glance at your brother. His face didn't show anger or disgust, only deep contemplation, which was a good sign, you thought.

"Clan Leader Nie, I am honored you think so highly of my sister. I have to say however, your bad reputation is not something I can ignore..."

"Gege!" You exclaimed, looking at your brother shocked and scared. Thinking back, you never thought your brother believed all those mean rumors about Nie Huaisang because he was just as good at reading people as you were.

"Meimei, let me finish," your brother said not even looking at you, a slight warning in his voice.

"Clan Leader Nie, as you said, I never opposed your relations with my sister. You seem to me an honorable man, and you never behaved inappropriately around her. But you have to understand, my sister's future depends on me. That's why I brought up your reputation. They say you are incompetent, but that's not what I see. I think you are very good at this whole political game. All I ask of you is to take care of my sister and don't let her reputation be ruined."

As he finished speaking you instantly turned to Nie Huaisang, who seemed to freeze, only his eyes turned impossibly big. His mind probably stuck to the same thought as yours, because that meant your brother actually agreed, right?

With his next sentence, he confirmed your suspicions: "I accept your proposal. If my sister agrees, she is yours."

You could only nod your head furiously as Nie Huaisang stood up and bowed deeply to your brother in thanks.

"Clan Leader (C/N), I assure you, your sister's happiness will always be my top priority. I will take care of her until my last day," Nie Huaisang said, his voice shaky.

As he straightened up, you could see his eyes glistening with unshed tears and you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. You basically jumped up, walked around the table and grabbed his shaking hands.

"I would love to be yours, Nie Huaisang," you said squeezing his hands.

He looked at you with that self-assured half smile you loved so much, and which he showed so rarely these days, but it always signaled some kind of mischief.

You didn't notice your brother looking at you two with a fond look on his face.

To be continued

#the untamed x reader #mdzs x reader #untamed x reader #nie huaisang x reader #the untamed #mdzs #mdzs fanfiction #the untamed fanfic #mdzs nie huaisang #mdzs nhs #the untamed nie huaisang #untamed fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #fanfic #writing #fan fiction #fan fic writing

[drama--universe]

Learning cultures

Requested by anonymous: Hello! How are you? Your writing is divine, just...wow, speechless! Can I request a oneshot for LXC? The reader is a cultivator from a completely different country, she has different customs, different fighting style, different weapons, different magic... she traveled all the clans, Nie, Jiang, Jin and even Lan, in every clan everyone liked her even though she had different customs, she was kind and accommodating to everyone, forming strong friendships with JGY and NHS. Then she runs into LXC during one of the walks, literally slamming into him when she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Of course, LXC didn't get mad, he made sure the reader was okay and went on his way. JGY sees all this and then teases the reader when he saw her blush😂 NHS then becomes something of a messenger as he passes letters from LXC and the reader to the other one 😂I don't know, somehow the request came to me, I hope it's cool, I don't ask for requests too much😄 take care and thank you!👋

Pairing: Lan Xichen x fem!foreigner!reader

Word Count: 2.9k words

You never really expected to find another country, you honestly just wanted to leave your home for awhile. You had set sail on the shores of your home country and now you found yourself on the shore of another. Your boat was wrecked and you went under, only to wash ashore later on while trying to not inhale the salty water. The sun shine down from it's spot up in the sky, making the sand beneath your hands burning hot and the air around you dry. You could practically feel the taunt from the sun as it challenged you, but you could care less. Your weapons felt heavy, the spear on you back was pulling you down back into the water due to it's weight and the twin daggers didn't help you out much either. Your bag was floating somewhere in the water and you didn't even want to think about where all your food went, probably already taken by the sea like your ship.

But even while nearly drowning, you were painfully aware of the eyes on you. Two curious eyes that made you wonder why they were not even in view.

Then you spotted it, a child staring straight at you with big eyes full of curiosity, almost sparkling as they spotted you. The kid wasn't tall, slightly on the thinner side if you'd compare with the children from your country, and you guessed that he'd been an early teenager. He was hidden behind a tree, eyes barely visible as he tried his best to stay hidden. The man behind him, you assumed it was an adult anyway, didn't share that thought as he casually strolled forward out of the woods. He seemed surprised by you and you were just as surprised, he looked quite different from you or anyone you had ever seen before today. He was a bit paler than you, silky black hair and thinner slanted eyes. The grey robes he wore were also unique looking to you, looking nothing like your clothes in the slightest. He spoke, the language unfamiliar to you and not even sounding like anything at first. You held up your hand for him to pause, getting up before focusing your energy to him. He spoke again and this time you understood him fine, thanks to some quick spell.

"Are you alright?" He repeated his question again as he held out one of his hands, which you quickly took with a thanks as you focused your spell to make him understand your words.

"Fine, fine... Could be worse." "Worse than drowning?" He asked and you opened your mouth to retort his statement, but closed your mouth again when you realized he was right. Not much worse than almost dying...

"May I ask who you are?" "Right! The name's (Y/n), pleasure to meet you!" You smiled brightly as you held out your hand to shake, surprised as he just bowed his head while revealing himself to be Meng Yao. The boy from behind the trees had also decided to join you, standing behind Meng Yao while sending you a bright and yet shy smile and introducing himself as Nie Huaisang. The conversation quickly moved on to your place of origin and how toy actually got here, which was then followed by Huaisang offering you a place to stay. You could hardly ignore the kid or his request, so you agreed.

Thus you found yourself on the grounds of the Qinghe Nie clan, meeting Nie Mingjue and being absolutely terrified of the man as he reluctantly agreed to let you stay thanks to Huaisang's pleading look. He reminded you much of your little brother, a cute boy who knew how to get what he wants. Although difficult, you tried to adapt as much as possible to their culture. Huaisang was quick to guide you through everything, starting with giving you a hanfu to wear. It was beautiful, a soft material used instead of the rough fabrics that you were more used to, and details were so difficult to catch that you could spend hours just looking. Then he and Meng Yao taught you some of their customs before explaining that every clan had different ones. It took you a couple of weeks to get the basics of the Nie clan before you set off to the next.

First the Lanling Jin clan, where some disciplines were kind enough to tell you a bit before you set of again thanks to the arrogant teenager(s) that kept mocking you. The second clan you went to was the Yunmeng Jiang clan, where you were taught by the daughter of the head of the clan. Jiang Yanli was the sweetest, never getting annoyed or angry as she taught you everything you needed or wanted to know. Wuxian, her adoptive brother, was even more excited to teach you things (pranks mostly) and he was always present when Yanli taught you. You only saw Jiang Cheng a few times, but you could tell that he was a nice person as well, just not visibly showing it to others. You stayed with them for 3 months, then you moved again to the final clan.

Gusu Lan, one know for it's strictness and their many rules to follow. You didn't really know what to expect from them, so having the kids from Yunmeng and from Qinghe join you for a sort of school was kind of exciting. You were just glad that you were allowed to join them, Meng Yao had sent you a letter saying that he got permission to take you as a Nie representative.

You actually enjoyed the trip up the mountain, unlike the others, as the view as astounding to see and the fresh air instantly woke you up from your drowsiness. Once past the gate, you could only marvel at the structures that were build in between the mountain. Of course you loved all the other clan buildings, but this one had a massive library that you just couldn't ignore. You just wanted to find out what kind of information the books in there had, what kind of knowledge you could possible gain you. Then you were inside, greeted by a man that you could only stare at. All the previous people you had met were attractive, both men and women, but this man was different. Maybe it was because of the confidence that he had or maybe just something else, but he looked dazzling. You almost thought you reached the heavens, the white and blue robes didn't make that thought any better. You also noticed the ribbon weaved through his hair to rest on his forehead, a cloud symbol laying between his eyebrows. It looked intricate and you wondered if you could take a closer look at it in some period of time later on.

You joined Yanli and some other girls to a dorm, settling in quickly after a short introduction. The robes on your bed were soft, feeling almost as soft as the clouds that were painted on the bottom of the robe and you were almost afraid of how quickly you would dirty the white and light blue colors.

A woman entered not much later after you got dresses, her robes a darker blue than you had seen others wear, and she asked everyone to follow her before pausing on you. You expected a mocking comment or something along those lines, the girls from Lanling hadn't been to quiet with their insults, but she just walked closer to you and pulled your belt up a bit before pulling your robes a bit down to make it lay flatter than it had before. You thanked her, bowing your head before following her out like everyone else. You entered a lecture hall, the men were all present already and you quickly joined Huaisang and Meng Yao before looking around. Two men entered, one an elder man that you assumed was the head of the clan when you saw his clothes and the other was the angelic man from the front gate. He was smiling slightly this time, mostly aimed at a younger boy in the front that looked very similar to him. The elder man spoke first, but you hadn't expected him to start rules. At first, you were carefully listening to his words but that changed around the 30th rule or so.

"How many more do we have to listen to?" "There are 3,000 rules in total, all of them are equally important. I do admit their wording could be shorter." You flinched as someone actually answered your question, turning your head slightly to see the angelic man. After blinking a few times, you nodded to acknowledge his words before turning to face the front again. Huaisang, who had heard of the number of rules, was already laying face down on the table and you couldn't help but do the same. It was only at the 580th rule that you shut off your brain, letting go of the translation spell that made you understand the elder and instead trying to push back your growing headache. It was like someone was pushing your head together at the temples, knives pushing into your skull and turning around once inside. It was painful, so much so that you just wanted to lay down and sleep right in this room. You couldn't, obviously, but you opted to just close your eyes instead in hopes that it would lessen slightly by doing so. So you closed your eyes, hoping that you would be left alone as the elder still listed the rules, you assumed he was anyway.

When you opened your eyes again, because of course you had fallen asleep, everyone else was getting ready to leave. You just followed, you didn't want to stay longer at the moment. Your headache, although lessened, was still killing you and you had some medicine in your bag that could help. You didn't wait for anyone, you just want to the dorm and shoved the medicine down with some water. Then you laid down to sleep, quickly moving on to the dream world.

Although it was early in the morning, you were wide awake and bringing with energy. You were the only person, beside the Lan disciplines, that seemed happy to be out for a walk. You didn't know why Huaisang looked so glum, the sights were beautiful and the cold breeze could easily wake up anyone from their slumber. Nonetheless, you talked him through the walk as you walked, a happy skip in your step and a big smile on your face. Your eyes weren't really focused on the road ahead of you, they remained on Huaisang during your conversation. Unfortunately, that also meant that you didn't see that everyone else had stopped. The result? You were abruptly stopped when you slammed into someone's chest, stumbling backwards until the person caught you. You looked up and we're surprised to see Lan Xichen before you, giving you a smile like you hadn't just bumped him.

"Are you alright?" He let go of your waist and you straightened your robes out before nodding at him, trying to ignore the way that your heart skipped a beat and how your face heated up.

"Please be mindful of your surroundings." He said before turning around and walking away, leaving you standing in the same spot with a look of surprise. Yet you couldn't help but smile a bit.

"You're so in love with him." Meng Yao speaks loud enough for anyone to hear as he passes by you, smirking at you before speeding up a bit as you kicked your leg at him. This action earned a disapproving look from Lan Qiren while Xichen just chuckled softly, which made your face heat up even more. Luckily, the rest of the walk was without you slamming into someone else again. However, you also noticed that Xichen lingered near you as you walked, almost like he was ready to catch you if you tripped again or something along those lines. Not that he made that clear, he just walked beside you at a decent distance, which only made Meng Yao raise his eyebrows at you suggestively once more. You ignored him without hesitation, instead focusing on the road and those interesting pebbles on the ground.

You didn't know how you ended up in this situation, sitting across Xichen while drinking tea and talking. But you also didn't really care about how you got here, you were too busy trying to keep your face neutral enough and not to just smile like an idiot. Xichen was explaining some stuff about the clan, the reasons for their colors and how their rules came into place, but you could only stare at him. More specifically at the cloud symbol on his forehead, which he hadn't noticed and if he had, he was kind enough to not point it out.

"Why do you wear that?" You blurted out in the middle of his sentence, realizing how rude this probably was and quickly apologizing after. Xichen paid no mind to this and kindly started to explain instead.

"It is a metaphor, it shows that we restrain ourselves." The explanation was simple, you were sure that he oversimplified the actual meaning, and Xichen was also quick to add that it wasn't something that just anyone could touch.

"Only close family members are allowed to touch the headbands. When we marry, our wife and future kids are also allowed." Xichen says and you felt a wave of disappointment wash over you, unsure of the reason for those feelings. The conversation moved on to other subjects, but somehow the thought of marrying Xichen had entered your mind and it wouldn't leave. You could only try to hide the slight blush on your face until you could excuse yourself to go to your class.

You never went to that class. and the thoughts of marrying Xichen turned into hopeful dreams that revealed your true feelings of the man.

The first letter you sent to Xichen was after your leave of the Gusu Lan clan. You added it to your letter to Huaisang, the paper folded neatly with Xichen's name on it. Xichen answered not much later, his response folded into the letter that Huaisang send you back. You didn't miss Huaisang's teasing in his own letter, you had no doubt that the boy had peaked into your letter. However, you first focused on Xichen's letter, because the man had called you his dear friend and you took a few minutes to just process that.

A dear friend was a start, maybe someday it say dear lover.

The second conversation was started by Xichen, asking you where you were traveling this time. You answered him, sticking in a small note of thanks to Huaisang that he helped you deliver the letters to Xichen. You received no you're welcome back, but you did get another letter. One that only made your heart ache as Xichen spoke of marriage, but he was to be clan leader after all and neither of you were still really young. But still with all that, you wished that he would chose you and not some clan's daughter that was chosen for him. Luckily, he didn't seem to mention his future marriage in any way, so you didn't see need to worry yet. Even though you were glad, you couldn't help yourself from asking if he had plans to marry. The letter was sent before you could actually control your actions, embarrassment entering much later and when it was too late to get the letter back.

You waited for two weeks for any kind of response from Xichen, but you got a very good response. You got Xichen in front of you, his angelic smile aimed to you and a letter in his hand. You took it with confusion, reading it's contents carefully.

Right at the bottom, written in the neatest letters stood a sentence that made your heart stop.

'I hope that we might marry someday.'

You were ready to faint at this point, not being able to control your magic as you made the letter go up in flames thanks to the sparks from your fingers. You only stared at the ashes before apologizing to Xichen, but he was just smiling at you like it was nothing. Then again, you had explained your powers to him or at least to some extent.

"I presume that to be a yes?" He asked and you nodded slowly, not really knowing what you were supposed to say to his proposal. You'd figure it out later, however, because you just wanted to hug him right now. So you did, embracing him and toying with the back of his belt as he threw his arms around your shoulders.

"How'd you know?" You dare to ask him, looking up to him with curious eyes as you awaited his answer.

"You often think out loud." Cue your face heating up as you hid your face in his chest, only making the man chuckle softly while parting your head.

You received one more letter later on from Huaisang, asking if the proposal went well. You burned that one as well.

#the untamed #the untamed x reader #the untamed lan xichen x reader #the untamed lan xichen #untamed #untamed lan xichen #untamed lan xichen x reader #mdzs #mdzs x reader #mdzs lan xichen #mdzs lan xichen x reader #lan xichen #lan xichen x reader #x reader #reader insert #request

[hxnguxng-jxn]

𝐖𝐞𝐢 𝐖𝐮𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐧 × 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 × 𝐋𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢

Synopsis ― Being a good Cultivator comes from practice, training, and following through with your discipline. But being a husband, is a whole new type of training. It would be easy to be "a darling husband" (as Wei Ying had put it after getting into trouble), if both of your lovers didn't have such varying tastes. (Fluff)

Info on Reader: Reader is AMAB, Reader's personality is neutral between WWX and LWJ (not too icy but not too hot/not a lightweight but not a heavyweight drinker/calm but not stoic), and Reader is a fellow Cultivator (family not mentioned).

Fujoshis & Fem Readers, do not interact. || Anything with a * is optional based on if you'd/your OC would do that.

WangXian × M!Reader | Post-Canon Shenanigans

Definitely, Wei Ying is the most impulsive of you three, and he's all too determined to show you why. Not because you seemed to have forgotten and he wants to remind you both: he's just going to do it, and you'll relapse. If it includes jumping in to fights first or going in without a basic plan because of what he reads on his opponent, he will.

Definitely, Lan Zhan is the most thoughtful of you three, and you're sure he's smiling inside when Wei Ying admits he needs help. His face barely cracks for much outside of showing you both his honest emotions, but even then he's pleasantly surprised when you seem to read him better without him cracking his facade.

They both know that you're usually caught in the middle of anything that happens between them, and you're pretty sure they adore that aspect of your predicament.

Yes, there was no drinking on the premise of the Cloud Recesses and you're glad that the old dynamics of your party weren't present these days... but being in between them can be either silly or intense when you three are drinking.

* If you're a drinker with them; you're not as lightweight as Lan Zhan (honestly, nobody could), but you're not as immune/heavyweight as Wei Wuxian. Lan Zhan is very open during this, so he might lay on you and mumble sweet-nothings to the air. Wei Wuxian will brush his knuckle across Lan Zhan's cheek and kiss at your neck as he notices you both are losing your senses to Emperor's Smile. He's happy to be the one to watch over you both as you unwind, and he takes a swig in joy as midnight falls.

* If you're not a drinker; Wei Wuxian will take charge in downing drinks to relax and basically drape across your neck, and Lan Zhan takes his miniscule swig to lean against your shoulder. Wei Wuxian is nuzzling into your neck and nipping at your ear, making noises akin to childish chuckles. Lan Zhan is mostly silent except for content hums in his chest, but you can feel his hands gripping your night-clothes like you might get up and leave at any time. But you aren't leaving them, you're going to watch over them and you tell them as such.

You're not going to be able to memorize all of the rules on The Wall, especially since the elders and Lan Xichen are debating new rules every year or two to add. Just your attempts are good enough for Lan Zhan, but he eventually tells you he doesn't care if you can study or memorize them... your efforts weren't in vain, and you do get a (cute) chaste kiss from Lan Zhan in gratitude. If you study harder just to please him, of your own free will (and with promise of a kiss from Lan Zhan, by Wei Wuxian), Wei Wuxian can almost see how Lan Zhan's ears go pink at your dedication.

Definitely, Wei Wuxian does want to relax in his newly wed life but he's also not a stranger to wanting something... different to happen. He's going to train a bit more when he's feeling antsy, and you'll see him probably looking at Apple wistfully. He'll probably confide in you that he had fun while traveling and solving mysteries (he didn't enjoy being hunted down though), but he'll smile happily and hold your waist as he looks out at Gusu. He'll tell you how happy he is, and if he truly wanted to leave, he'd have done so.

... And he'll run amok in about two hours. You and Lan Zhan hearing Apple whine and older students run screaming as the donkey chases them is like any normal-ish Monday. Hopefully, Wei Wuxian can't find where you hid the seeds or the wild birds might join in the rabble-rousing.

* Definitely, bathing is much easier if you all do it at once, and Wei Wuxian is always the last to get in. Wei Wuxian likes to help undress you both, or at least collect everything you'll need. If he gets a lot of hair products and lotions, he just ends up touching you and Lan Zhan all the more... all the better! He just loves taking care of his husbands, and having you both in arms reach!

* But, taking baths together is not necessary and you can have your cleaning done by yourself if you wish. Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian might not shower alone as husbands, but won't force themselves into your private time. Lan Zhan would silently take your comb in hand to ask if he can style your hair for bed, and Wei Wuxian definitely doesn't lay down on the bed like he should be in a magazine to tempt you into laying next to him. You may not share the bathing part, but they do love pampering you otherwise.

The food at Gusu is very Vegan and Vegetarian friendly, we know that. And Wei Wuxian loathes it (and maybe you do too, but that's up to personal tastes). Cooking isn't hard since the products aren't easy to mess up outside of spilling or burning (rice, potatoes, cabbage, grass tuffs, leeks, etc). But if Wei Wuxian goes anywhere else, or they stay outside the Cloud Recesses for any reason, he's pounding back chicken or pork at first sight of it at dinner. No matter if you do as well or if you hold back on eating meat (or if you just don't eat any), Lan Zhan will smugly take a small piece from Wei Wuxian's bowl and make a comment on the dish. Usually, it's just a simple, "Had better."

That "had better" statement is for your or Wei Wuxian's cooking, and nothing else. He enjoys those more than anything. It's his sentiment and way of encouraging you both he'd eat whatever you make. Well... unless it's raw. He's a bit put out of meat based sashimi, but won't complain too much and just pass the meat onto Wei Wuxian's bowl.

#The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation #MDZS #Mo Dao Zu Shi #The Untamed #Reader Insert #Male Reader #Wei Wuxian #Wei Ying #Lan Wangji #WangXian #WangXian x Reader #WangXian x Male Reader #Wei Wuxian x Reader #Wei Wuxian x Male Reader #Lan Zhan #Lan Zhan x Reader #Lan Zhan x Male Reader

[mayrogers]

Sleeping Beauty - Steve Oneshot

Sumary: Steve comes home after a long mission to see you sleeping so innocently in bed, while wearing next to nothing.

Warnings: MINORS DNI - Steve x Female!reader - degrading - ceiling mirror - MANY positions - spanking - oral - F!receiving - penetration - edging - multiple orgasms - eating out - sleeping reader - size kink - somnophilia -

Words: 2.7k

❤ Enjoy you kinky whores ❤

It's late at night now that you’ve fallen asleep. You expected Steve to return late tomorrow morning so you went to bed in your finest, smallest, lace nightgown. However, Steve came home earlier than expected. It’s about 1am when he walks through the apartment door. He’s sure to be quiet when he shuts the door, takes his boots off and places his helmet on the side table. 

He walks with the shield on his back to your room and stops in the doorway once he sees you. It’s quite a hot summer night so you decided to sleep on top of the sheets. Your hair is spread out on your pillow, your legs are spread quite far apart with no panties on. He sees how the moonlight spreads over the black silk, which drapes over every beautiful curve of your body. He can smell your shampoo from the door, and your sweet scent. 

He leans on the door frame as he watches you shuffle and turn in bed. You flip from your stomach to your back and he walks in the room. He rests his shield on the armchair facing the window and takes off the top part of his suit. He watches you with an untameable hunger in his eyes, debating whether or not to wake you up. You just look so perfect, splayed out for him, seemingly ready for whatever he wants to do to you. Your arms are perfectly positioned above your head for him to pin down. Your legs are spread out a little bit now so all he would have to do is spread you out with his knees while- he snaps out of it when you suddenly move. It’s a slight movement but just enough for Steve to recollect his thoughts. 

He hasn’t seen you for 2 weeks. It’s been quite a long mission, where he even had to stay in recovery for a while but now that he sees you for the first time like this, he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold back. So when you let out a small moan, purely oblivious to your boyfriend towering over you on the end of the bed, Steve takes that as an invitation.

He climbs onto the bed slowly, secretly liking the feeling that he could be caught by you. He flips up your dress, revealing yourself fully to him. His breaths become longer and deeper, as he runs his hands over you. For the first time in 2 weeks he touches what he’s craved, all that time. He plants hungry kisses from your hips to your folds. He nudges his nose against your clit, waiting for a reaction. When he gets nothing, he takes it as a challenge. 

He licks up and down your opening bringing his hand in to flick your clit. As he kisses and bites and licks you begin to stir a little more. You moan a little more frequently and move your arms a little more too. He realizes this and smirks, biting harder and rubbing harder. “Come on, love.” He encourages as he continues eating you out like a hungry wolf. He notices how wet you’ve become so he licks your opening, now hearing you moan louder. Steve begins to feel needy but the thought of you catching him with his head between your legs keeps him from railing you. It turns him on to know that your first sight of him in two weeks will be this. 

Steve spreads your legs out more with his shoulders now as he brings one hand up to your opening. He licks his fingers and slowly inserts two. This gets Steve a deep breath and a moan. He smirks, as he listens to you and feels your heat. He lets out a low hum of pleasure as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you. 

At this point, you begin to gain consciousness. You begin to hear Steve’s breathing while you feel as if you’re on cloud 9. Disoriented from sleep, you slowly open your eyes and look down seeing dirty blonde hair and a familiar hulking figure. Immediately, you realize what’s happening. Steve bites your clit and you moan, tilting your head back into the pillow. “Steve?” You breathe out. He lets go of your clit and responds, “yes?” You prop yourself up on your elbows, wanting to make sure this is not the dream you were just having.

He kisses your thighs and looks into your eyes as he slowly lifts himself off the bed. “You caught me.” You watch as your boyfriend climbs on top of you, pushing you back down on the bed. He kisses your chest, slowly looking over your beautiful body. He kisses back down to your hips and sits up.

“I thought you would be home tomorrow…” 

“Lose the dress.” He demands. You slowly sit up and lift the silky dress over your shoulders. 

“Like that, good girl.” You blush and instinctively bring your legs together, feeling dirty from how wet he got you while you were asleep. 

“Come here beautiful.” He says as he gets off the bed. 

He stands with his hands in his belt, smirking. “Take them off for me.” He nods to his pants which have now fallen dangerously low, slightly exposing his v-line. 

You stand in front of him and run your hands up and down his torso while he gazes at you. You reach down and unbuckle his belt, tossing it onto the armchair. Slowly, you take off his pants and kiss along his v line on your way up. You grip your breast as you plant kisses on his chest, gripping his biceps with the other arm, sucking and leaving marks wherever you could. 

All he can do is look at you touching yourself, all over him. Your body pressed against his, he’s sure you can feel the bulge. “I need you” you whisper to him, looking into his deep blue eyes with hunger. 

He places his hands on your waist, gripping you tightly. He groans as he lifts you onto the bed. “Let me take care of you then.” You blush as he runs his hands up your thighs. Slowly you back up to the back of the bed, sitting up against the headboard. He takes his boxers off and you watch his cock spring out. Your hands travel between your legs as he climbs onto the bed, taking in the sight you’ve missed so dearly for 2 gruelling weeks. “God you’re so beautiful.” 

You smile as he pulls your leg, bringing you towards him. He leans down to kiss your shoulders, sucking hard on your collarbone. A hum of pleasure slips from your throat as your hands roam his body. Steve wants to take in every inch of you before he absolutely demolishes you until the sun rises. He takes his time with you as much as his cock tells him to just rail you. 

“I haven’t kissed you in weeks.” He says as his nose touches yours. He grabs the back of your head and slams your lips together. He lowers you down onto the bed, making sure your lips never leave each other’s. Your hands wrap around his neck as his free hand lines himself up with your opening. 

He breaks the kiss as he pushes his tip in. “Look at me.” He demands and you open your eyes, finding him staring right back. Without warning he pushes himself inside of you and your eyes roll back. Your back arches and your grip on him tightens. 

“Take it baby, take it.” Your breathing becomes heavier as he slowly begins to move. He rests his forearms beside your head while your nails lightly rake his shoulders. He picks up speed and slowly the entire bed moves. His size is something you’d never get used to but God does it feel good after so long. 

He drops his head down, beside yours as he thrusts into you harder and harder. “Steve!” You moan as he props himself up and places your leg over his shoulder. Faster and deeper, he thrusts making you grip the sheets so hard your knuckles turn white, just to stay in place. 

“I missed this pussy.” Your only response is a strained moan with your eyes peering into the mirror on the ceiling. You watch as he stretches, and rocks you back and forth with his brutal thrusts. 

“Keep going! Right there!” You yell out, feeling that coil begin to build in your abdomen. Steve can tell and he won’t let it happen.

He breathes deeply as he pulls out of you and grips your hips. He flips you onto your stomach and slaps your ass. You squeal feeling the sting spread through your behind. “Ass up.” He demands and you do as you’re told. 

He kisses your lower back as he lines himself up again. Without warning he begins to pound you. In and out, harder and faster than before. His name keeps falling from your lips, followed by a squeal and moan. He grunts and grips your soft ass, rocking you into him. “Steve I’m almost-'' he smirks and thrusts faster. He looks up into the mirror seeing the curve of your body and hips rocking into you violently. Skin slapping against skin, the noise of the bed rocking and your moans are enough to drive Steve absolutely feral. When he looks back down at you, your eyes squeeze shut and your back arches more than it already has. 

“Steve I’m-!” You bite the sheets as your legs begin to shake. “Shit!” You yell, as he continues to thrust into you, riding out your high. You struggle to keep yourself upright but Steve notices. He pulls out, which causes you to whine, “shhh,,” He comments as he lowers his head to your folds. With his hands he spreads you out, massaging the soft tissue of your ass as he licks up your arousal. 

You shudder at his rough movements, feeling his stubble between your now sensitive heat is almost unbearable. “You’re so good to me.” 

“That was just the beginning, love.” 

“Oh fuck me…” you breathe out as you roll onto your back. 

Steve strokes himself while he stands on the side of the bed, and you catch the drift. “Legs together, move it.” You bring your legs to your chest and line up your ass with the edge of the bed. 

Steve grabs you and pushes himself into your opening. “Shit…” He grunts as he thrusts. Faster and faster he slams you into him, to keep up with his own pace. 

You grip your breast while he pounds you, “harder please-!” Before you finish the sentence, he grabs your legs and opens them so that they wrap around either side of him. He grabs you and pulls you fully onto him. 

He buries himself into you and your back arches. He stays there for a moment, smirking at your squirming, before he resumes with ruthless speed. Your eyes squeeze shut as he runs circles onto your clit while seemingly not breaking a sweat. “Yes yes yes!” Your slight twitches every time he hits that special spot deep inside of you make Steve grunt and moan. 

Once again that coil builds in your abdomen Steve lets it happen. Rubbing your clit faster, pounding into you harder and harder, “yes Steve!” Your legs shake again and your back arches. Everything that was sensitive before has now doubled. You twitch and shake, overstimulated with pleasure as he rides out your high, just barely slowing his thrusts.

Still deep inside of you he pulls you to sit up and wrap your legs around him. Since your legs feel like jelly, Steve holds you on his dick by gripping your ass. He didn’t lie when he mentioned he was an ass man. You wrap your arms around his neck again as he fucks you while standing. You moan in the kiss as his mouth explores yours. Slowly he walks towards the armchair in the room and sets you down on it. He rests one knee on the chair and uses the other to hold himself up. 

He pulls away from the kiss and picks up the pace you grip onto the armchair and look into Steve’s eyes as he looks from where your bodies connect, to your face. “You like that, slut?” 

You nod and squeeze the armchair while he rams himself inside of you. “Yes! I do- oh!” 

Slowly, your ability to form sentences becomes messy. Your voice is hoarse from all the yelling and moaning you’ve done meanwhile Steve talks extremely dirty while fucking you on the chair. 

“Look at the way your pretty little cunt takes all of my cock.” You moan as you look down, seeing how smoothly he slides in and out, covered in your slick. You watch as his muscles contract and relax with each thrust. 

You need to ride him, now. “I want to-'' you're cut off by your own moans. 

“Come on, use your words.” 

“I want to- to ride…” 

“ride what, love?” 

“Your cock! Let me ride you-“ 

“atta’ girl.” He pulls out of you and slaps your cunt before sitting on the bed. “Lay down big boy.” He lays down and strokes himself, waiting for the best view of his life. 

As you straddle his hips, you slide his cock between your wet folds, teasing him just a little, watching his hips squirm and buck under you. “Don’t tease me.” He warns, and you shudder finally sitting down on him. 

You grip his abs, letting your nails leave marks in his skin. “Shit…” You say as you lean forwards slightly and begin to move your hips. 

You build speed, and bounce on him quickly. Your boobs bounce with you and Steve grips your thighs, massaging up to your waist. “My beautiful slut.” He reaches up to grab you by the neck and pulls you down. 

You move your hips now, lifting and dropping them on his hips while he kisses you. He cups your cheek with one hand while the other wraps around your head. “Faster love, faster.” You move your hips faster, as your boobs press against his torso. He slaps your ass causing you to squeal and drop your head on his shoulder. 

“I’m- im close.” 

“Me too!” You say as you shut your eyes and use whatever strength you have left to ride him faster and harder. 

“Oh, I’m going to fill you up.” He grabs your hips and stops you from moving, instead thrusting into you. He pounds into you, which bursts the coil in your abdomen. 

Your legs shake and you almost fail to hold yourself up. You collapse on top of him but he still holds your hips up, long enough for him to release as well. 

“Shit…” He groans as he buries his face in your shoulder. His seed spills inside of you, practically filling you up while he slowly stops thrusting. Sweating in the summer night heat, you both sigh.

As he feels exhaustion weighing in, he drops your hips, letting you sit fully on him. You both relax your muscles and remain inside each other for another few minutes, to catch your breath. You rest your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his torso. 

“I couldn’t wait until the morning to have you.” 

“I didn’t think I would be able to contain myself either way. Plus, that was hot. Are you kidding me? I woke up with you between my legs.'' He chuckles and runs his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp. 

“Hey, you wore that night gown on purpose, you little-“ 

“and it worked.” He chuckles, 

“yeah. It did.” After a moment of silence, he lightly taps your ass, encouraging you to lift off him. 

“Let me take care of you now.” 

“I should be doing that you just came back from-“ 

“No buts.” 

“Steve, I don't think I can move.” You try to lift yourself off of him but your legs fail you. 

“Don’t count on it.” he rolls over with you, pulling himself out. 

He takes the chance to look at your cunt spilling his seed all over your legs. “I almost don’t want to get a towel and clean you up…” 

“Steve.” You warn in a stern tone, “okay, okay…” he kisses your thigh before slowly getting up towards the bathroom. 

Once he cleans you up and gives you a drink, he climbs back into bed with you, also opting to sleep on top of the sheets.

#steve rogers #captain america #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfic #captain america x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #captain america smut #steve rogers fanfiction #steve smut #steve x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader smut #rail me steve #on my knees #this is so hot