When they entered the hotel room, Adachi went from internal panic to full on meltdown.
The room only had one bed.
A sweet and perfect first time fic using one of the best tropes.
When they entered the hotel room, Adachi went from internal panic to full on meltdown.
The room only had one bed.
A sweet and perfect first time fic using one of the best tropes.
It was evident in every brush of fingers as Wei Wuxian leaned into Wangji’s space, in every smile that Wangji allowed himself to send to his husband— Lan Xichen ached at the sight of their love, but it was a strangely pleasant ache.
It was an ache that said oh, I’m so glad that they found each other. An ache that whispered, why can’t I have that?
Lan Xichen ignored the whisper, and met grey eyes steadily as Wei Wuxian looked up at him and smiled.
Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are frequent visitors in Lan Xichen’s seclusion – maybe it’s unavoidable that things change. This has the perfect emotional weight to lead into hot-as-burning threesome loving.
Yibo’s talked about sex with virgins before. He was even once one himself, come to think of it. There’s always a completely understandable bit of nervousness, a blush or two, some fumbling…and that’s just the conversation.
But not Xiao Zhan. The other man meets his gaze squarely, eyes large and dark and without a hint of nerves, his lips quirked in a smile. Xiao Zhan doesn’t seem remotely bothered by the thought that no one’s ever had their hands on him.
Xiao Zhan doesn’t seem bothered and yet Yibo feels like the bottom’s dropped out of his world.
This manages to be funny, sweet and hot as burning all at once, my favourite combination!
It wasn’t the first time that Teh jerked off thinking about Oh-aew.
Hot but with a bittersweet edge that feels right in keeping with Teh’s conflicted feelings.
“We are alone, horny and very attracted to each other. Why not?” Mil was rewarded with another kiss. Phukong had been slightly clumsy when they had started out and a little embarrassed with his own lack of experience compared to Mil’s. But fuck, he was a fast learner and Mil took great delight in taking advantage of his newfound skills.
After the last ep, Mil and Phukong snag a deliciously hot moment of privacy. 😉
Spock’s reply of “No, Doctor” came just a fraction of a second too late, raising all sorts of red flags in McCoy’s brain. “The bond between T’Pring and I was exclusive. The breaking of that bond through the kahli-fee should have short-circuited my body’s… urges.”
“Well, obviously, it didn’t,” McCoy grumbled. “Spock, your hormone levels are up again, and rising. Your little fainting spell on the planet is proof that your body is starting to crack under the strain. A few more like that, and you won’t wake up. You know better than I do how close you are to….” He couldn’t finish the sentence.
Spock nodded, and finally met his gaze. “But without a bond, I cannot mate.”
“Well, that leaves us in a right pickle then, doesn’t it?” McCoy could feel his blood pressure spike. Spock couldn’t be thinking of just letting this happen, just letting himself die! Damn stubborn Vulcan son-of-a-bitch….
Post-Amok Time, things aren’t quite as over as everyone had hoped…
It’s been a while since he shared a room with Sizhui, the way they did when both of them were still placed in the juniors’ quarters. But when Sizhui agreed to officially take on some of the duties as the sect heir while Zewu-Jun was in seclusion, he was given his own place, small as it was, and Jingyi eventually moved into the senior disciple quarters. All of that, though, happened before Jingyi realized that the funny feeling in his chest wasn’t indigestion from Senior Wei’s cooking but something far, far worse.
Source: spirit running wild, by idrilka – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Jingyi has a crush on his best friend. Shenanigans ensue, because Jingyi is a disaster. 🙂
They have been dancing around something for a while, the three of them. Sizhui knows other grown children do not have this kind of closeness with their parents. This kind of heat. Of course Hanguang-jun isn’t his real father, nor is Wei Wuxian. But the two of them are the closest he has, and his love for them is hopelessly twined with whatever this is.
This is warm and lovely and made me smile, the inclusion of Sizhui feeling strangely not-wrong at all.
The realization strikes Song Lan like a bolt of lightning: Xiao Xingchen laughs, and he wants with a sudden, stunning desperation to kiss the mirth from his beautiful mouth. How, precisely, he is meant to manage that—that, he has no idea at all.
Song Lan doesn’t like touch. Until he can’t stop thinking of what Xiao Xingchen’s touch would be like. This is gorgeous and perfect.
“No,” Xiao Xingchen bites out, the words like a whipcrack: “You can’t have him.”
He reaches for the resentment that lies buried in his heart, and rips it out into the world.
An absolutely compelling canon-divergence in which Xiao Xingchen goes down the path of demonic cultivation in order to save Song Lan.