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SO YOU JUST FINISHED THE UNTAMED AND YOU WANT TO READ SOME FIC

Congratulations Jen @jlf23tumble on finishing The Untamed (tomorrow)! Now that you’re done with the show (tomorrow), you can finally dive into the wide and wonderful world of untamed fic!!! I’m ecstatic to be personally curating your reading experience! LET’S BEGIN!

I’ve started off with a list of 5 fics I think you should read in this specific order to 1. get some resolution from the end of the show and 2. get you acclimated to untamed fics! Then, I’ve listed a bunch of fics in different categories for your perusal to read at your leisure! This is an unbelievably long post holy shit brace yourself.

I’m like fairly certain that all of these follow the tv show canon BUT also its very typical for authors to combine many aspects of all of the different forms of canons to their liking. Therefore, I feel like I need to give a quick explanation of a couple things from the novel that show up frequently in fics that idk if you know already or not:

In the book, when Wei Wuxian is resurrected, he is brought back in Mo Xuanyu’s actual body and has his face and everything. Mo Xuanyu was pretty young when he died, I wanna say maybe 17 or 18??? and he was also short and pretty and flamboyantly gay. This is where the references to their crazy height difference come from, but again, I think I tried to include mostly fics that skew more heavily to the tv version where WWX keeps his same body and he and LWJ are more evenly matched physically.

Its novel canon that LWJ smells like sandalwood incense and has golden colored eyes. This is mentioned in like almost every single wangxian fic ive ever read, even if the author said they were strictly adhering to show canon lol

At the end of the novel wangxian run away together and elope! Obviously in the show that’s not how it goes down, but I think a couple of the fics I’ve recced might mention it in passing. (Oh also when they elope they make a pact to fuck “everyday,” a concept that might be mentioned as well.

Obviously, we have to kick it off with some fics that both reunite wangxian and give more resolution to the actual show. If you’re like me, it both took you a while to get all the way through the show AND took 100% of your brain power to remember all of the characters and plot lines. If that’s that case: these fics should be helpful in serving as a kind of emotional refresher for the show to wrap up some loose ends and to dive deeper into some of the things the show glosses over for one reason or another!

1. A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by hansbekhart (Wangxian, E, 21k)

The funny part is - and it is a little funny, even if Wei Wuxian has no one left to share the joke with - they never have. Not anything. He has never kissed any part of Lan Zhan besides his slim hands; never been even partially undressed with him anywhere besides a miserable, xuanwu-infested cave. It’s always been like this between them, this simmering need, this desperate understanding: a knowledge so deep that it lives somewhere in his bones, that if he wanted to have Lan Zhan he could have him, and if Lan Zhan wanted Wei Wuxian he could have that too. But they never have.

I found this fic on someone’s blog when they said that it was the definitive fic to read directly after finishing the series so i saved it, read it directly after finishing the series, and felt COMPLETE. Beautifully written, seamlessly fits with canon, and has a super fulfilling resolution. The perfect way to kick off reading untamed fic!

2. One Rogue Spark In My Direction by hansbekhart (Lan Wangji/Xiao Xingchen/Song Lan, E, 5k)

He’d thought, in Yueyang, that they’d seen something in each other, something familiar. That maybe they’d recognized something in him. But it’s been many years, and many things have happened since, and he’s guessed wrongly at other people’s hearts before. Lan Wangji looks back down at the table, at his steaming, bitter tea. He’ll beg if he has to.

In “A Lot Of Edges Called Perhaps” Wangji mentions that he has had sex before and this is the in-universe story of that time and WHEW BABY!!!! AHHHHHH!!! While this fic is like, almost pure smut, I think there is a ton of value to it in terms of emotional perspective on how fucked up LWJ was after WWX’s death. Also, it’s very hot.

3. Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Laz Sizhui & Lan Wangji, G, 19k)

Later, when he’s older, it’s this that A-Yuan will remember most: the stretch of silence, the two of them both dirty and shaking with fever, as he looked at Brother Rich, and Brother Rich looked back at him.

This is a fic about Lan Wangji raising Sizhui from when he rescues Sizhui from the Burial Mounds until they bring WWX back to the Cloud Recesses after he’s resurrected. It made me cry about 18 times and I consider it fully canon in relation to the show. I think this gives a lot of emotional depth to the Wangji/Sizhui family relationship that is very important in most fics, so this acts as a good base since the show doesn’t really talk about it too much.

4. Your Name, Safe In Their Mouth by astrolesbian (Lan Sizhui & Wei Wuxian, G, 10k)

“You’ve got a fever,” Wei Wuxian says soothingly. “You just keep still as well as you can. We’ll have you fixed up soon.”

Lan Sizhui recognizes his tone—this is the voice that Wei Wuxian uses on hurt people and young children, a very calm and no-nonsense voice that has none of the mischief and cheer of the way he sounds the rest of the time. Lan Sizhui looks up and meets his eyes, and they are dark, stormy gray, muddled and concerned.

“I’m all right,” he croaks.

“Hush,” Wei Wuxian says, in a low croon, like someone quieting a baby. Then he blinks, and looks away, awkward. “I mean—you shouldn’t speak. You’re tired. Rest if you need to.”

or: lan sizhui gets sick on a night hunt. wei wuxian comforts him. they both have a lot of feelings about it.

The Wei Wuxian and Sizhui bonding fic that I so desperately desperately needed to read. Since we got the emotional depth to Wangji/Sizhui in the last fic, here’s some emotional resolution for Sizhui and his other dad!!!!!!!!!! Scratched the very particular itch of “but have they REALLY talked about what it means that they’re reunited after 16 years???”

5. climbing up that coastal shelf by Sour_Idealist (Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng, & Wei Wuxian, T, 15k)

Jin Ling had begun to suspect years ago that there were parts of his family history that had been crossed out; long streaks of black where Wei Wuxian had been. The truth is more like whole books being brought up from their hiding places again.

Or: Jin Ling tries to figure out what family means, now.

OKAY!!!! Last emotional resolution before I send you on your way to explore! This is the emotional resolution for the other half of WWX’s family. Featuring just a FUCK TON of family feels and a lot of TALKING that this fucked up family needs so damn bad. *chefs kiss* muy delicioso! ALSO i think this is a good introduction to a lot of the naming conventions that are used frequently in untamed fic that took me a while to pick up on!

WHEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now that you’ve gotten some post-show catharsis in the form of a few extremely well-written fics, it’s time for a full rec! I’ve divided it up into seven categories: long fics, smutty one-shots, 3zun (lan xichen/nie mingjue/meng yao) fics, fics about the juniors, family fun fics, some miscellaneous fics, and then some yizhan RPF! I wouldn’t have put any of these fics on here if I didn’t think they were worth reading, BUT! I did mark my particular favorites with asterisks to demark the crème de la crème of the bunch. SO! LET’S DIVE IN!

EPIC TALES (LONG AND/OR IMMERSIVE)

My Age Has Never Made Me Wise by idrilka (Wangxian, E, 63k) ***

“We hear that His Excellency might be married by summer’s end,” the merchant’s wife says and Wei Wuxian freezes, his heart in his throat. “The Gusu Lan sect has been buying enough red silk and brocade that the merchants in Caiyi can’t satisfy the demand.”

He feels himself grow brittle inside, like a flick of a finger to his temple might make him shatter. His ears are ringing.

“Who’s the lucky bride?” he asks despite himself. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth.

Or: The story of a marriage.

I LOVE THIS FIC. YOU MUST PROMISE ME YOU’LL READ THIS FIC. The absolute best kind of slow burn and I think such an extremely accurate representation of the canon material. I’m always surprised by the authors in this fandom’s ability to write shit that is so concretely grounded in the universe. This could and should be a real companion novel. Amazing. I love it. (Also I know you said you’re not into fics that are long just to be long and I think this fic is the exact opposite of that, it’s long but for good reason and has such an insanely satisfying payoff that it’s completely worth dedicating a few hours to!)

The Year of Drought by idrilka (Wangxian, E, 24k)

Wei Ying could not be contained by the walls of the Cloud Recesses, alive again and overflowing with it, bursting like a dam in spring with the force of two lives unspent. And so he had to go. Lan Wangji understands that—he understood it when Wei Ying told him of his plans, looking at Lan Wangji above the rim of his cup with an apologetic smile, like craving freedom was something to apologize for.

Wei Ying would go, and Lan Wangji would see him off; this has always been the only way it could be.

Or: In the absence of Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji waits.

The previous fic but from Wangji’s perspective. Absolutely required reading if you read the other one. Wangji baby.......i love you.....

further than the grave by idrilka (Wangxian, E, 32k)

There is something about grief that turns Lan Wangji numb. He cannot be certain if it is not some kind of defect inside him that makes him so. But just as he grieved his mother’s passing with dry eyes and a stone in his chest, so he grieves Wei Ying: quietly, frozen inside, without tears. Beyond the Jingshi window it might be spring, but Lan Wangji’s body and mind are still held within the winter’s grasp.

As the anniversary of his leaving seclusion approaches, Lan Wangji ponders the nature of grief and healing.

One last fic from the same verse as the previous two, this talks about Wangji post-WWX’s death and then them dealing with the past post-marriage. Its just as good and immersive and amazing as the previous two parts, but this is the only untamed fic that actually made me gasp out loud and if you read this and can guess what it was we will be best friends forever. (There are two other fics in this verse that are also good but these three in particular are god-tier in my eyes.)

Vagabond by xantissa (Wangxian, E, 66k)

Wei Wuxian comes back to Cloud Recesses after a year of wandering the world, hoping to start a relationship with Lan Zhan. He doesn’t expect to come into the middle of a case of sleeping sickness mysteriously killing people, nor does he expect what follows, putting everything he holds dear on the line once again.

OOOWEE CASE FIC! CASE FIC! This is truly the twisty turny intense and INTERESTING type of fic from this fandom that blows my mind. This could fully be a stand alone novel its that good and there’s that much to it. Another one that isn’t long just to be long, it has so much PLOT!!!!! REAL GOOD SHIT!

Seldom All They Seem by Fahye (Wangxian, E, 25k)

or, one hundred and thirty-three principles of the Gusu Lan, pertaining to the state of marriage

***

He bows to Wei Wuxian, sword in hand, sleeves falling properly. Wei Wuxian bows in return, and the sect leaders begin the opening courtesies, and for all of ten minutes Lan Wangji is under the impression that he is betrothed to a boy who is perfectly normal and acceptable apart from an unfortunate tendency to fidget with his clothes.

That impression does not last.

A canon-divergent fic exploring “what if Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were betrothed from when they were young like Yanli and Jin Zixuan?” It’s extremely good and very compelling and also made me cry multiple times. (The confrontation in the rain doesn’t get any easier even if they’re betrothed!)

Half Cloak & Half Dagger by Fahye (Lan Xichen/Meng Yao, E, 13k)

Jin Guangyao lifts his head and smiles. "I'm considering a problem."

"Can I be of any assistance with it?"

He drops a kiss on Lan Xichen's chest. With the nail of one finger he lightly traces the characters for irony on Lan Xichen's side. "Not this one, er-ge."

A follow-up fic set in the “Seldom All They Seem” universe but focused on xiyao. Has hands down the best written characterization of meng yao in any fic ive read so far. I continuously come back to this fic just to read the absolutely genius way this author writes the Head Bitch In Control of the cultivation world.

The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli (Wangxian, T, 20k)

Wei Wuxian’s hand jolts, spilling a drop of wine onto the tabletop. “Love?” he croaks, then clears his throat and tries again. “Lan Zh— uh, Hanguang-jun, in love?”

“Have you not heard the story?” the other young woman asks, looking pitying. “You must, it is a truly heartrending tale of star-crossed romance and mutual pining — go to any storyhouse in town, everyone has been requesting a reading of this book.”

“There’s a book?” Wei Wuxian says blankly.

In which the junior disciples (namely, Lan Jingyi, Ouyang Zizhen, and a reluctant Lan Sizhui) turn to RPF in an attempt to rehabilitate Wei Wuxian's reputation so that he and Hanguang-jun can get together and get married and live happily ever after. It's... surprisingly effective.

I kept avoiding this fic, even though it was really high up on the list of most popular fics in the fandom, bc the premise sounded pretty goofy BUT I finally bit the bullet one day and AHHHHHHHH!!!!! Very very very cute and fun, made me smile like an idiot throughout the entire thing. Heartwarming and very well written!!!

never let me go by yiqie (Wangxian, E, 69k)

Wei Wuxian has certainly hoped so ardently in his two lifetimes, for so many different things, in so many different ways, that he could have summoned the demon to his front door with his bare hands. His eyes wander to Lan Zhan, settle on the back of his head, the blue-black curtain of his hair. Oh, how he has hoped.

Another extremely good and super immersive case fic. If you ever just want to sink really deep into an untamed fic, this is a great one for it.

hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (Wangxian, E, 24k)

“Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian repeats. His heart clenches. He wants—but he’d really meant to have this nightmare stuff down before they met again, so he wouldn’t find himself relying on Lan Wangji’s nearness. He’s not supposed to go back yet. But he’s so tired, and his will crumbles. “Yeah,” he says. “All right. Take me back to Gusu with you.”

You want hurt/comfort? I gotcha hurt/comfort RIGHT HERE!

shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi (Wangxian, E, 25k) ***

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says, voice slow and a pitch too quiet. A second later Wei Wuxian understands why. “I cannot hear.”

Or; Lan Wangji is cursed into internal isolation. Their ability to understand one another remains as unwavering as ever.

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. I have been thinking about this fic nonstop since I read it. It is…..fucking incredible. One of the best qualities of wangxian is that they’re so in tune with each other and able to work so cohesively with little communication and this fic is like “what if we take that and DIAL IT UP TO ELEVEN” and i was like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I hope that you will come and meet me by feyburner (Wangxian, M, 28k) ***

The second time Lan Zhan said Wei Ying, come back, Wei Wuxian did.

okay so this is literally getting added to the fic rec one day before i send it to you because i just finished it and WHEW BABY!!!!! YES it is just another wangxian post-canon reunion get-together fic, BUT 1. i cant get enough of that specific brand of fic and 2. ITS SO GOOD. ITS. SO. GOOD. achingly tender and incredibly soft but also funny and sweet and very in-character! i love it!

THE BONE ZONE (WANGXIAN SMUT)

Sweet Night by corteae (Wangxian, E, 10k)

It was like coming back to life again, like being restitched into existence, cell by cell, nerve by nerve. From the surface of his skin to the marrow of his bones, everything new and purposeful. Like being pulled back from oblivion into an embrace of pure light. A feeling of absolute asylum.

That’s what it felt like, to realize Lan Wangji was in love with him.

An in-show au of “what if they just admitted they’re in love and fucked during episode 43?” Soft and romantic and hot!

the crucial point by dissembler (Wangxian, E, 7k) ***

Months after parting on the mountain, Lan Wangji makes up his mind, plots his course on a map, and has faith.

I LOVE THIS FIC! Very realistic and sweet wangxian reunion fic from wangji’s perspective. Has so many good little details and is very true to their characters. Good shit. Great.

Stainless by Fahye (Wangxian, E, 6k)

"I'm starting to feel," says Lan Xichen, "that this was a counterproductive suggestion."

Wei Wuxian looks down onto the pristine, tranquil cold springs of the Cloud Recesses. Sitting in the water, their bare shoulders rising like dumplings carefully spaced in a steaming-basket, are a large number of Lan disciples.

"They seem to be doing better," he says, encouragingly. "If they--oh, no, I see what you mean."

At the near bank, someone has pressed someone else against the rocks and is kissing them frantically.

What is getting into a new pairing if not an excuse to read sex pollen in new and exciting ways!

To Recklessly Confess by la_dissonance (Wangxian, E, 8k)

Lan Wangji has a fantasy. Wei Wuxian gets several clues.

The “what if they just fucked in episode 43” au but from a different angle.

all the depths of me, real by northofallmusic (Wangxian, E, 15k)

Wei Wuxian is dealing with a curse a little worse than he'd like to let on, and Lan Zhan is a little less than willing to let it slide.

Another “what if they just fucked in the show” fic, this time set when WWX has the curse on his leg and Wangji has to carry him back to the inn.

Every Day, Learning More by phnelt (Wangxian, E, 6k)

The pink was high on Wei Wuxian’s cheeks. “I mean I haven’t been able to… that I can’t. Not without you.”

Lan Wangji stared. “In this body, the whole time you’ve had it -- you’ve never…”

Wei Wuxian kicked his heels into Lan Wangji’s back. “I just said that!”

I knew at least one of these was more book verse than show! WWX hasn’t been able to jerk off in his new body, LWJ helps him out :-)

the meaning of the ritual by newamsterdam (Wangxian, E, 8k)

“Lan Zhan… wants to bed me?”

The hand on his chest is shaking, slightly. “Mn.”

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian breaths out.

There’s something— something powerful, about that. Lan Wangji wants to bed him. Lan Wangji wants to sleep with him. Lan Wangji wants to touch him, and kiss him. The immovable, implacable Second Master of Lan, with a face and principles both carved from jade, wants him.

“Is this a fantasy of yours?” Wei Wuxian asks. “Forcing all the demonic energy out of me with your—”

Lan Wangji claps a hand over his mouth. “Silence, now.”

When the entire cultivation world turns against the Yiling Patriarch, Wei Wuxian makes a risky gamble— he'll agree to participate in an ancient ritual for cleansing the spirit, so that his character can no longer be called into question. The catch? He has no idea who his partner for the ritual will be.

This is also book-verse! As the tag says “Let Lan Wangji Fuck the Yiling Patriarch”!!!!!!!!!!!

Hurricane by gdgdbaby (Wangxian, E, 6k) ***

"Haven't you heard?" Nie Huaisang replied, clicking his tongue, though he was clearly pleased that he could be the one to break the news. He leaned in to announce with a dramatic flourish: "Lan Wangji just took emergency family leave this past weekend."

WANGXIAN AS SPIRK STAR TREK PON FAR AU!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEWOO WEEWOO WEEWOO!!!!!!!! This was actually recced to ME by CHI and I have not stopped thinking about this fic for a full month. It’s like author gdgdbaby sat down one day and was like “Tumblr user Liv Scottspack deserves everything she wants in this life.” and then wrote this fic. Thank you author gdgdbaby, I love you.

WORLD’S WORST THROUPLE (3ZUN)

The body is a blade by rheawrites (3zun, E, 2k) ***

In which Lan Xichen is taken by surprise, Nie Mingjue takes what he can get, and Meng Yao gets what he wants.

This was the first 3zun fic I ever read and whew baby, got it in one! It’s actually a slight AU but it gets their characterization so right and is a very fun read. One of those fics I go back to frequently because it does so much with so few words.

shang tiantang by fuckwarlock (3zun, E, 4k)

They wanted so much, and with the way A-Yao gasps at the saber-calloused hand unfastening his belts, he does, too. The night air twirls with the scents of osmanthus and cinnamon and melon. Lan Xichen smiles, leans in, and ghosts his lips over the crook of A-Yao’s neck. What kind of brother would he be if he didn’t give A-Yao what he wanted? “I think it’s your turn to ascend, A-Yao.”

The Venerated Triad celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival the best way they know how.

Truly the only way the venerated triad works is if meng yao gets Destroyed :-)

Favour and Fate by soulgusttheguardian (3zun, E, 8k)

There have been times in Meng Yao’s life when he couldn’t help but wonder how he came to be in his current situation. Found himself reflecting on the choices leading up to whatever misfortune had befallen him that day, and pondering why fate hated him so.

Granted, there had also been times when he couldn't help but wonder just what he had done to earn the favour necessary to be rewarded with certain things...

The current situation he found himself to be in, however, was definitely the latter.

More of the same! Truly I personally can never get enough of the 3zun dynamic in smut fics its just too goddamn motherfucking GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!

the stars do not take sides by everyearning (3zun, E, 4k)

Mingjue isn’t sure he’s ever seen Xichen do anything other than treat the boy like a porcelain doll and it’s laughable to him, to think of Meng Yao as something breakable, instead of the sharp, deadly object he is.

Okay one last “Destroy Meng Yao” 3zun fic! Enjoy!

never as alive as we are right now by ThirtySixSaveFiles (3zun, E, 12k)

Three perspectives on three sworn brothers, at three different times in their relationship.

(Or, three times 3zun got it on and some of the feelings they had along the way.)

Wait actually I want to end the 3zun fics on this one because it has true Emotional Resolution at the end and I think they deserve a little healing.

BABY BOYS. BABIES. (THE JUNIORS)

A Civil Combpaign by Ariaste (Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui, T, 20k) ***

“And,” said one of the pompous ministers, “there’s the matter of a marriage to consider as well!”

Jin Ling, who at the beginning of that sentence had expected to slam into the very last wall of his patience and lose his temper entirely, paused. “A what?”

Thing was… it wasn’t such a bad idea.

A MUST-FUCKING-READ!!! Jin Ling gets it in his head that as sect leader he should get married and sets his sights on Lan Sizhui. I cannot stress enough how FUCKING CUTE this fic is!!! Sizhui being the best boy! Jin Ling having more uncles than he knows what to do with! Jiang Cheng being the worst at relationship advice! It’s so fucking good it love it so much.

Anyway, Here’s Wuji by kakikaeru (Lan Jingyi/Lan Sizhui, T, 18k)

The melody gets a little clearer when he breaks out of the trees, and Jingyi changes course with certainty, barreling down the back hill and through the Cloud Recesses, dodging scandalized disciples left and right. He throws open the doors to the Receiving Hall without announcement and bows nearly double, eyes on the floor instead of on the shocked faces of the Mei delegation and the impenetrable gaze of the Chief Cultivator.

"Forgive this disciple," Jingyi shouts, because he's going to get punished for rule breaking regardless. "From the back hill, Hanguang-jun, there is a song in the wind!"

Lan Jingyi comes of age.

A Jingyi-central fic about Jingyi growing up and falling in love and being a hero and being the second best boy of my heart right after Sizhui. Not only is this fic sweet and romantic but it’s another one that explores a lot of interesting things within canon and all of the supporting characters are written very well and are just as interesting as second best boy Jingyi.

Ok, JiuJiu by kakikaeru (Jin Ling/Ouyang Zizhen, T, 16k)

Uncle's jaw works in the way that suggests he's about to say something irredeemable. Jin Ling, in a move of diplomacy he hopes the Chief Cultivator appreciates, distracts him with spicy food and his favourite subject: the incompetence of his own officials.

"I hear the lakes in the south east are having drainage problems?" he asks nonchalantly, sticking three big slices of braised pork belly into his Uncle's bowl.

Jin Ling just wants to get through the Discussion Conference with his Sect, his dignity, and his heart intact.

A follow up fic to “Anyways, Here’s Wuji.” I LOVE the Jin Ling/Ouyang Zizhen dynamic of Jin Ling having been raised by Jiang “I keep all my emotions right here and then one day I’ll die” Cheng AND being hopelessly charmed and smitten with Ouyang “President of the I Love Love Romance Novel Book Club” Zizhen! I LOVE IT! EXTREMELY CUTE!

Lan Sizhui's Guide to Courtship by Kimblydot (Lan Sizhui/Lan Jingyi, T, 23k)

In which Jingyi is a little oblivious, Sizhui is patient (and should have said something in the beginning), and everyone else is resigned to watching them dance around each other for far longer than necessary.

(Or: five things Sizhui tries to do in his courtship, and the one time Jingyi realizes there was one happening in the first place.)

I’ll stop describing fics about the juniors as being “cute” when they stop being SO FUCKING CUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

His Merit All My Fear by violettressed (Lan Sizhui/Lan Jingyi, G, 16k)

It’s too late for any of Hanguang-Jun’s rabbits to be awake -- one of the sundown chores for young disciples is to herd them back into their hutch -- but the rabbit field is as good a spot as any for quality sulking, so Lan Jingyi makes his way there.

Someone has beat him to it.

Lan Jingyi stares at Hanguang-Jun. Hanguang-Jun stares passively back.

When Lan Sizhui is swept away with the Ghost General, off on a new adventure, Lan Jingyi is the one who returns to Cloud Recesses alone.

Not only another extremely cute Sizhui/Jingyi fic BUT one that includes a Wangji/Jingyi friendship??? Incroyable! *chefs kiss*

spirit running wild by idrilka (Lan Sizhui/Lan Jingyi, E, 17k)

He doesn’t know, exactly, when the friendship he shared with Sizhui over the years has changed into something that’s made Jingyi finally understand why Hanguang-Jun always wears that expression whenever he looks at Senior Wei. There hasn’t been one single moment that he can point to and say, yes, this is where it started, because the thing about falling in love with your best friend is that it happens gradually, until it’s impossible to tell which step has been the deciding one.

Jingyi goes to Baling with a crush.

Written by the same genius that wrote the first three fics I made you read so you know it’s good. Its truly the childhood best friends to lovers of it all! Sizhui is adorable and Jingyi is a mess! *muah!*

FAMILY FUN TIME (NO ROMANCE, JUST FEELS)

Grow by cafecliche (Lan Sizhui & Wei Wuxian, T, 14k)

“Okay,” Jingyi says, as Sizhui puzzles this out aloud. “Okay! So the demon has been turning its victims into children.”

“I think so,” Sizhui says.

“To make them easier prey,” Jingyi says.

“Yes,” Sizhui says.

“So—” Jingyi’s voice cracks here, “this kid is Senior Wei.”

Wei Wuxian, still tangled in his own massive robes, blinks politely at them.

(Or: Wei Wuxian is cursed on a night-hunt, and the junior quartet rapidly finds themselves in over their heads.)

What I expected to be a goofy, silly fic turned out to be extremely emotional and made me FULLY CRY! It’s a very moving fic about Sizhui coming to understand himself and Wei Wuxian a lot better AND features all of the juniors arguing over who’s turn it is to hold 6 year old Wei Wuxian. A true win/win of a fic.

To The Act of Making Noise by words-writ-in-starlight (Lan Sizhui & Lan Wangji, G, 19k)

His father in white plays the song late into the night, and when A-Yuan wakes up confused and afraid, the guqin lulls him back to sleep.

Lan Sizhui hears his father play the same song every night for his whole life, and never, ever get an answer.

Another very moving and heartwarming fic about Lan Wangji raising Sizhui and Sizhui figuring out Wangji’s past and then eventually reconnecting with Wei Wuxian. It’s cute and soft and Sizhui is my best boy!

History (Proud To Call Your Own) by words-writ-in-starlight (Wen Ning, G, 5k)

“A-Yuan? Um—Lan-gongzi,” Wen Ning corrects, trying to set a good example. The children are young, seven and eight, exactly a dozen of them lined up in two crisp lines of tiny blue and white robes. Wen Ning can feel them staring at him, even though most of them have already mastered that Lan trick of neutrality. The smallest, a little girl with liquid dark eyes, is clinging to her nearest shijie’s sleeve and half-hiding. “Can I—what can I do for you?”

Wen Ning gets himself recruited for services, while he and Sizhui are visiting Cloud Recesses. Wei Wuxian gets a fan club.

Set in the same universe as “To The Act of Making Noise,” a very cute fic about Wen Ning finding his place in the post-canon world and being proud of Sizhui and being the world’s best substitute teacher. As the official Wen Ning Fan Club President, I had to include this.

the stone-filled sea by yukla (Lan Sizhui & Wei Wuxian, T, 9k) ***

He forgets how quickly Wei-qianbei changes faces, sometimes. Like pulling a theater mask over a bruise—color over color, a diversion with the swipe of his hand.

Lan Sizhui navigates a world that hates his father, one endless wave at a time.

Oh man oh man. I will never get enough of the fics where Sizhui (and the rest of the juniors) get ANGRY on Wei Wuxian’s behalf!! That’s their dad and their teacher and their friend and they will DEFEND HIM!!! YEAH BAYBEEEEEEEEEE!!!

PICK & MIX (MISCELLANEOUS)

This Side of Paradise by greenfionn (Wei Wuxian/Wen Qing, E, 3k)

Wei Wuxian does some very quick math in his head that goes something like this: He is pretty sure he’s in love with Lan Zhan - Lan Zhan is not here and likely never will be here - Wen Qing is here, not to mention very hot and let us not forget, actually interested in sex with him - there’s a solid chance he goes genuinely crazy or dies, or both, in the next few months and really, who wants to die a virgin?

Listen.......the fic premise is “Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing, noted bisexuals, figure life sucks enough at the Burial Mounds, they might as well have any fun they can before they die” and........I Am Looking Directly At It. It features Wen Qing bossing Wei Wuxian around and Wei Wuxian’s canon he-wants-to-be-pregnant kink. It’s........I liked it.

palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss by iodhadh (Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen, M, 15k) ***

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.

Or: introspective meditations on touch, trust, and the problem of desire.

I Am Baby and for some reason cannot handle how sad the entire Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen storyline ended up so I rarely read songchen fics, and when I do they’re always soft pre-canon fics like this one. Luckily there are some very beautiful and moving pre-canon songchen fics!!! I love you fandom!!

purpose and ritual by iodhadh (Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen, E, 8k)

Song Zichen has beautiful hands. He's a powerful swordsman, strong and skilled, unfairly impressive and unreasonably handsome. He is devoted and self-disciplined and he takes direction like a dream. And he doesn't touch people—no one at all, if he can help it, except for Xiao Xingchen.

The poets might call him a saint, but Xiao Xingchen is so very, very human.

More of the same :-)

born to sweet delight by la_dissonance (Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen, E, 10k)

Xiao Xingchen lightly jumps into the center of the pool, the water a shock that cools his sticky, heated skin, and does nothing for the heat building inside him. When he surfaces, pushing the hair out of his face, he finds Song Lan's gaze and meets it. Between them, everything goes both ways. What Song Lan will offer, Xiao Xingchen will freely give too.

Or, Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan meet, pledge their lives to each other, and then fall in love.

This is about the angstiest I will go for songchen and its still absolutely Baby Soft lmfao!!!!!!

Pin it down by rheawrites (Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan, Jin Zixuan/Nie Mingjue, E, 2k)

“Yanli, I did not lie on our wedding night. You are the only woman I have gone to bed with. But… there was a man.”

“Oh?” Yanli blinks up at him. She does not appear horrified, or betrayed, which is surely a good sign.

Jin Zixuan swallows. “It was Sect Leader Nie,” he says quickly, as though that will make it easier.

“…Oh,” says Yanli, and her eyes are dark.

Jin Zixuan tells his wife a war story. Or, two thousand words of Jin Zixuan getting railed.

Have you ever looked at Jin Zixuan and been like “I bet that mf likes getting PEGGED!!!!!!!!” Well here’s the fic for you.

*YIBO VOICE* DIDI LOVES YOU! (YIZHAN RPF)

never really over by gdgdbaby (Yizhan, E, 10k)

The thing is: it would be good to see Xiao Zhan again — if Yibo could just trust himself to be normal.

Author gdgdbaby is the yizhan master, so here are five of my personal favorites of their fics, starting with this post-filming reunion fic that was the first yizhan fic I ever read and HIT real good after having just finished the show myself.

pedagogy by gdgdbaby (Yizhan, E, 17k) ***

Yibo opens his mouth and says, "I want to learn," barreling past the rapid rise of Xiao Zhan's eyebrows. "To last longer. Will you teach me?"

Quick-fire Yibo comes too easily and Xiao Zhan helps train him to last longer :-)

you’re the reason that i just can’t concentrate by gdgdbaby (Yizhan, E, 10k)

Xiao Zhan hears about it from Yu Bin, which probably should've been the first warning sign.

Yibo was only 20 when they filmed the untamed, which lends itself perfectly to fics like this.

a truth so loud you can’t ignore by gdgdbaby (Yizhan, E, 5k)

It's their last day of filming in Hengdian when the secret comes out.

If yibo has to be a fictional virgin than SO DOES XIAO ZHAN!

if you would only let you by gdgdbaby (Yizhan, E, 32k) ***

"Well?" Yibo demands. Past the severe frown tugging at the corners of his mouth, a flicker of the old him slips through, the persistent boy who shoved his way into Xiao Zhan's space without a second thought and made a home for himself there. "Are you coming or not?"

Xiao Zhan's heart twists. He forcibly settles it back in his chest. He's only told Yibo no once in his entire life, and it was already the hardest thing he's ever had to do. "Okay," Xiao Zhan murmurs, quiet but decisive, and thumbs his phone off. "Let's go."

Like I said, all gdgdbaby fics are incredibly good, super well written, and very hot, but this one does stand out from the bunch for being a Full Epic Romance! This is one of Chi’s favorite fics so that should speak to it’s quality!

baby, who’s counting by nobirdstofly (Yizhan, E, 12k)

Xiao Zhan gasps, trying to rein in another peal of giggles. “What do I owe you anyway?”

Yibo shrugs one shoulder, and his smirk deepens. “Haven’t decided.”

Xiao Zhan’s still staring at him, laughter gone in his dry throat, when he hears someone yell for a reset. Yibo’s eyes are so, so dark, and he hasn’t stopped watching Xiao Zhan this whole time. Xiao Zhan swallows, nods, and pushes every dirty thought out of his head.

(Or: Yibo bets Xiao Zhan he'll break first during a take, Xiao Zhan loses, and it's all downhill from there.)

Ah sex bets, who doesn’t love sex bets!

Mystery Dance by mrsronweasley (Yizhan, E, 16k)

"That? That's your confession?" Yibo's toppled onto Xiao Zhan's side and is clutching his shoulder, trying not to fall over. "That's pathetic!"

"Oh, what, you can do better?" Zhuocheng is pretty flushed and there's a challenge in his voice that Yibo just can't walk away from.

"Hell yeah, I can. Hit me, Yu Bin." Yu Bin cheers and refills Yibo's shot glass. "All right!" Yibo downs the shot, gags only slightly, and says, "Everyone! I'm a fucking virgin!"

WHAT’S better than a Yibo virgin fic? A SECOND YIBO VIRGIN FIC!

This author also writes extremely good yizhan threesomes so here’s three of them!

Some Nights by mrsronweasley (Yizhan/Xuan Lu (Jiang Yanli), E, 2k)

Xuan Lu opened her legs to him and Xiao Zhan wasted no time diving in. He pressed his mouth against her pussy, licking her out steadily as her thighs trembled around him. She was nestled between Yibo's legs and if Xiao Zhan looked up, not only could he see the planes of her body, her small breasts going up and down with her breathing, ribs expanding, her tipped back head and open mouth, but Yibo, gaze boring into Xiao Zhan's as he ate Xuan Lu out.

The entire cast is hot and there is no reason they shouldn’t ALL fuck! Not one reason!!!!!!

gege loves you by mrsronweasley (Yizhan/Wang Zhuocheng (Jiang Cheng)), E, 7k)

"We are very sorry," Xiao Zhan murmured as he unbuttoned Zhuocheng's jeans while Yibo kissed his ear, "for how we've been acting."

"Is this how you apologize to everyone," Zhuocheng panted, hands already going for his zipper to help Xiao Zhan along, "or am I special?"

WHEW LORD!!!!!!!!! WHEW!!!!!!!

Talking in the Dark by mrsronweasley (Yizhan (Side Xiao Zhan/M/F), E, 14k)

Xiao Zhan has a light-hearted romp of a threeway with some friends, then makes the mistake of telling Yibo. It goes down.

A non-yizhan threesome BUT features jealous!yibo which is a ton of fun.

Finally, a couple AUs!

With Joy and Purpose by feenwitch (Yizhan, E, 30k) ***

Yibo has been alone for approximately five Earth years when Xiao Zhan crash lands on his planet.

YIZHAN ANDROID AU!!!!!!!! This is a very star trek-esque universe which is fun, but the fic itself is also CRAZY interesting and moving and beautiful!!!!!!!!! It’s A LOT! This was a rec from Nina, so thank you Nina!

Bound With a Same-Heart Knot by mrsronweasley (Yizhan, E, 59k)

London, 1892. Xiao Zhan, a promising young attache at the Chinese embassy is tasked with showing the new ambassador's son Wang Yibo around London. The inevitable happens.

Victorian AU! I actually think you already read this, but included for posterity.

AND SCENE! This is the result of two months of daily fic reading, having 50 tabs of fic open at any given time, reading truly anything and everything, and Loving The Untamed. I’m SO EXCITED you’re diving into fic for this show and I can’t wait to talk to you about all of them and to have someone to scream with! WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

#the untamed #fic #the untamed fic rec #holy gosh diddly darn moly #this is long as hell and has approximately 950k words of fic in it #my magnum opus!!!!#what's even more wild is that this literally doesnt even scratch the surface #i am constantly reading more #from the time i started putting this rec together until now #i added two new fics that i read and thought were amazing #there is no dearth of good shit to read in this fandom #ANYWAYS congrats on finishing (tomorrow)!#i cant wait to talk fic!#i hope you enjoy this list!#sorry it is genuinely absurdly long!

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leiwritess-moved · 4 years

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Brazil Holds Gifts - Hinata Shōyō (Part 2)

Pairing: Hinata Shōyō x Oc, Hinata Shōyō x black!fem!reader

Genre: fluff, a teensy bit of angst

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 2,804

Author’s Note: Thank y’all for reading, liking, and reblogging the first part! I had so much fun writing this, and to know people actually enjoyed it? The tears!! Hope you like this one just the same (or even more teehee).

Part 1 | 2 |

Day 63

September 2017

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

About a month in, Cee was seeing Shouyou at least once a week for language practice after Caribbean Lit classes.

It started as jokes on the beach after Shouyou’s morning meditation, and then, Cee decided to give her his pitch. Shouyou was jealous that he didn’t come up with the idea first.

Dinner was their time of study. It made the most sense. They were both busy during the day. Shouyou had intensive volleyball training or deliveries, and she had essays upon essays with a side of group study with classmates. Besides, trying to communicate while stuffing their faces made things ten times more fun, and manageable.

They never ate by the water—Cee made Shouyou take the main roads even with their bagged leftovers—so most times, their favorite buffet spot by the dormitories pocketed their money.

Sometimes, Shouyou brought food his boss planned to toss after a shift. Those were Cee’s favorite nights. They ate dinner with Pedro, Shouyou’s roommate, and debated which were the best subbed translations for anime: English or Portuguese. Shouyou normally sat in the center with his chin in the air, quietly humming the Japanese national anthem.

The language barrier made things complicated, yes, but not enough for them to stop trying. They both benefited from the challenge. The good ol’ Equivalent Exchange. Shouyou got English study outside of manga, Cee enjoyed Japanese, and they were able to mess up without scrutiny. Maybe laughter, but nothing to lose sleep over.

Shouyou’s encouraging attitude helped a ton. He had this way of making any challenge feel like an interactive obstacle course rather than a rocky mountain.

Google Translate was a third party in their conversations, and some of their best moments together were spent cracking up because of the mistakes it made.

For general needs, like planning, they used Portuguese. Shouyou became her teacher in that department. He’s lived in Brazil way longer, going on a little more than one and half years compared to her 7 months, and has pretty cool methods to remember key phrases. It became their go-to when they wanted to understand each other quickly.

For example—

“Você gostaria de comer juntos, Shouyou?” Cee asked over the phone while lathering lotion on her legs.

“Jantar, jantar, jantar...” Shouyou sang to himself before deciding, “Carne.”

“Meat?” She clarified.

“Sim,” he confirmed.

“Café? Carne. Almoço? Carne. Jantar? Carne.”

“Sobremesa?!” He added.

“Carne!” They said together and laughed.

“I got you. I know a place,” Cee reassured, and grabbed her Converse’s.

They met at the end of the block, where the dormitories touched the main strip.

As expected, when she arrived, he was waiting. Cee snorted. He was always at the spot before her, no matter how hard she tried to get there first.

Shouyou sat on the curb, next to a neatly folded shirt, with his head resting on the edge of the building. Eyes closed, and legs wide open, he made his phone jump in his lap with a flick of his wrist over and over again. He looked tired. She wondered where he was coming from.

When she stepped onto the curb, Shouyou pivoted, and locked eyes with her. The skin over his chiseled jaw grew taut as he smiled, exposing a top row of straight, white teeth. Her body warmed, starting from the pit of her stomach as he softly wet his lips with his tongue.

Chill, Cee reminded herself. She had to play it cool.

“Hey,” Cee said, flicking his bangs with a finger. “Ready?”

He grabbed his shirt, hopped up, and flung it over his shoulder. “Where we going?”

Cee just shrugged, and started to walk.

He followed, eager to fill the spot at her side. “Cee! Where we going?”

They walked to a restaurant that wasn’t too far. Cee frequented the shop with her Carib Lit crew, especially when she was looking for a bit of home for her taste buds.

It was in-the-cut, and looked sus from the outside, but morphed into a wonderland once you pushed open the doors.

Shouyou gasped when they stepped in.

“Happy?” Cee asked as he spun, throwing his head from left to right.

“Sugoi...” he praised under his breath.

Awesome, indeed.

It was a small restaurant with reds, greens, yellows, browns, and whites. Paintings of young girls with mahogany to dark molasses brown skin decorated the green walls, each of them wearing fluorescent headwraps, and holding flowers, the colors of leaves in New York during Fall. They were four tables filled up by an older crowd of regulars, all of them either gossiping in hushed voices, or cackling with cups filled to the brim with copper-colored liquor in hand.

“Welcome back,” an older woman sitting atop a stool behind the cashier counter greeted them. Cee smiled at the woman with chestnut brown skin, and a lazy grin that pressed dimples into her cheeks. She was the owner of the shop. “Patrick, lemme get some chicken curry with the extra roti skin!” She shouted in the kitchen window behind her, and turned back to Cee. “You bring a new friend this time?”

Cee took out her wallet. When Shouyou reached into his pocket, she patted his arm gently. “Yes Miss,” she replied, handing her a bill. “Lemme get two of them.”

After paying, they were led to a two-seat table in the outdoor area of the restaurant by their waitress. It was in the far back, lit with torch lights at every corner. The area faced the sea, but was blocked off from the water by a wooden fence. Cee breathed in the ocean water scent as they walked into a group of college kids sipping cocktails, laughing with open mouths, and swaying to Brazilian Funk music around their tables. She felt Shouyou move closer to her from behind.

“You good?” She asked, as their waitress gestured toward their table. She pulled out her chair, and watched Shouyou sit in his seat with a plop.

“Hungry,” Shouyou said, rubbing his belly, and Cee chuckled.

“Of course you are.”

When their plates were put down, Shouyou stared at the chicken and potatoes wading in curry sauce with sparkling eyes. He totally ignored the steaming roti beside it.

Cee picked up her spoon, and Shouyou tapped her hand. She looked up. He clapped his hands together, and placed them in front of his face.

“Oh.” Cee put her utensil down, and assumed the same position.

Shouyou nodded once, and in unison, they recited, “Itadakimasu.”

Cee watched as he hurriedly scooped the curry.

“Shouyou.”

He glanced at her with a mouth full of food, and swallowed it down.

“Like this,” Cee instructed, folding the edge of her roti, and ripping a piece. Then, she picked up the curry chicken and potato so it was wrapped in the roti skin. “You can use a spoon.”

His attempt ended in disaster. He tried to pick up everything with the roti, and it fell over his fingers. He looked at her, apologetically.

“Here,” she offered her piece to him, and Shouyou peered at his dirty hands before opening wide. Cee raised a brow. Not quite what she was getting at, but she obliged.

She placed her hand beneath his chin to catch anything that fell. His eyes nervously flicked between her hand and her face. Curry still managed to drip on his chin. She was tempted to wipe it away, but decided against it.

Instead, she wiped her hands with a napkin, and rested on her palms, waiting in anticipation while Shouyou chewed slowly, not seeming to notice.

Cee had a habit of looking at Shouyou’s lips, especially when he ate. It was hard not to stare when his mouth was such an active part of his face. They were pouty with a pink hue, and he was always puckering, twisting, biting, licking them clean, or God knows what else, while they talked. From their first scheduled meet, she decided that, if he ever asked what her issue was, she would blame the staring on a cool method off of YouTube that helped her learn pronunciation faster. In actuality, they just looked so soft, and inviting.

Shouyou purring in praise brought her back to his eyes.

“Delicioso?” she asked, and he nodded furiously. Of course, he liked it. Everyone liked curry and roti. “My grandmother cooks this,” she explained pointing to her food.

“Grandmother?” he questioned with his head tilted and she Google searched Winry’s grandmother, Pinako Rockbell.

“Oh! Sobo!” He stretched the skin on his face and said, “Avò?”

“Yeah. She is from Guyana.”

Cee showed him the-geographically-South American country located right above Brazil on the world map. Shouyou “hoo’d” and “haa’d” with unblinking eyes at the green, red, and yellow of the flag.

“I like curry!” he declared, performing a little jig with his shoulders. Cee copied him. “Japanese have more,” he explained, ogling the dish.

Shouyou leaned over the table as he searched up “カレー.” He pointed out the vegetables in the thick curry sauce, and the side of rice added to the meal in his section of the world. Cee shivered thinking of the peas that her Aunt liked to put into roti.

Placing his index on each vegetable, Shouyou described, “Ninjin...tamanegi,” and Cee repeated. Or tried to. The few times she slipped up, he would laugh to himself.

She made sure to flip him off with a faux sneer.

“Next one, easy,” he said, and pulled up a picture of white potatoes. “Go,” he commanded.

Cee pointed to her chest with her brows furrowed. He nodded. She shook her head. He thought too much of her.

“You know it, Cee,” he teased her, while waving his head from side to side like a snake slithering across water.

Cee chuckled at his imitation of her. She did the same when he needed encouragement for a word.

“I don’t know it,” she retorted, and he squinted his eyes, suspiciously. “Say it,” she urged with finality.

Potato!”

“Oh, that’s it?”

“I wish you good luck in Japan,” he mumbled tauntingly in his first language. Cee nudged his foot under the table, and he yelped. She wasn’t too sure what it meant, but it was common for him to whisper the remark after her mistakes. That’s all she needed.

She looked up at him with a grin, and he returned that blinding signature smile that thinned his eyes.

“Eat your food, you bum” she commanded, and he dug in.

“When is your birthday?” Shouyou asked, and ripped another piece of roti.

Cee stared at her plate in a quiet daze while playing with her straw inside her half-empty cup.

“Cee!” Shouyou called and flicked his straw across the table.

It pulled her back to reality, and she looked up.

“When is your birthday?” He asked again with a pout.

Cee weakly smiled.

From his rehearsed tone, she could tell this was the question of the week. Shouyou tried to come with at least one newly learned phrase, as did she. The idea was to respond in the other person’s native language.

That was if she could muster the strength. Why did he wait so late to do this? She was so damn full.

“Jûni-gatsu?” She responded, slouching in her seat. “In December.”

“Mmm. Nan-nichi?” He followed up casually, and Cee started to sweat.

What the fuck is language again? Japanese? English? We don’t know them.

She watched him scoop a piece of chicken perfectly, and toss it into his mouth. He was a pro at it now after ordering a second round. Cee’s attention flicked from the food to his large almond eyes. She winked at him, and a soft blush dusted his cheeks.

“Sanjûichi…?” Cee tried, leaning her elbows on the table. She wasn’t quite sure if that was right until Shouyou corrected, “Sanjûichi-nichi. Festa de Lemanjá?”

“Mhm. New Year’s Eve,” she said, and groaned, pushing her fingers into her hair. She fluffed the kinky coils, so they covered her eyes. Her brain was mush.

It wasn’t long before she heard the scratching of metal on porcelain.

“Hinata Shouyou,” she growled, and his giggles danced into her ears. She pushed her hair back just as he pierced her last piece of flatbread with his fork. He gave her an innocent look. “Take it,” she said.

He stuffed it into his mouth.

There goes her leftovers.

“I’ll be in Brazil doing final exams on my birthday,” she explained slowly so he was able to hang onto every word. He listened, attentively. “It will be my first birthday without my family.”

He swallowed. “Without your family,” he repeated, squinting his eyes.

“Alone? Like by myself,” she emphasized, and Shouyou hummed with an unreadable look.

Maybe he didn’t understand. Cee started to pull out her phone, but he shook his head.

“I know,” he reassured, boring his eyes into hers. “No family means no grandmother.”

Cee raised her eyebrows. Of course, he knew. Shouyou had been abroad for nearly two years. He was familiar with those lonely nights when a FaceTime call wasn’t enough. He knew the hopelessness that washed over you when not even Google Translate could smooth out a conversation. And, he knew about missing the taste of home.

“Yeah,” Cee said, and looked down at her empty plate. “But, it’s cool. I have friends in Brazil,” she dismissed with a shrug.

“Me,” Shouyou declared. Cee lifted her eyes as he reassured her, “I’m a friend.”

Her heart jumped in her chest.

“Yeah, you are,” she agreed with a smile.

“Here you go!” The waitress returned, placing two opened beers on the table with a clunk.

Both Cee and Shouyou jumped at the noise, looked at each other, and nervously laughed before Cee looked between the waitress, and the drinks.

“Um, we didn’t order these,” she said as Shouyou grabbed the neck of his bottle anyway. Cee reached to slap his hand, and he pulled it to his chest.

“It’s a complimentary drink from Miss,” the woman explained as Shouyou stuck his tongue out at her, and took a sip. “She said she hopes you enjoyed your date. Can I get anything else for the couple?”

Shouyou choked and spat the drink, while Cee’s eyes bulged.

“Kappuru?!” He exclaimed.

“W-we’re not...together,” Cee stuttered out, and Shouyou froze in his seat.

His eyes darted to the waitress, and shook his head. “No, no, no.”

The waitress covered her mouth. “I’m so sorry. Let me take these back,” she said, and started to scoop them up, but Shouyou kept his beer tight in his hands.

Cee slowly grabbed hers too. “It’s cool. We’ll pay.”

She could die. She was going to die.

Cee placed the cooled drink down, pushed her fingers on both temples, and sighed.

Looking up at Shouyou’s red face, she said, “Leave?”

He nodded.

“Você primeiro,” she whispered. “Go first. I’ll follow.”

“No. You,” Shouyou shot back.

“You.”

“Not me. You!”

“Shouyou, I swear to God.”

Cee looked at her phone, reflexively. Midnight. “You liked the food?”

He nodded and bowed. “Arigatō gozaimashita.”

Cee grinned, and leaned on the doorframe of her apartment. Shouyou popped back up, and tucked his hands deep into his pockets. She stared into his face as he rocked back and forth from heel to toe. It was a nervous reflex. She understood.

They’d never stayed out this late before, and due to that, they usually parted ways at the end of the building where they met. It seemed the longer they embraced the night, the more peculiarities it offered back.

Ever since they’d left the restaurant, Cee felt something thick, and tense in the air between them. It rested, soundless, underneath the night critters, and touchy Rio heat. It made her ball up her clammy fists, and draw her eyes away from Shouyou’s chapped lips. His lips that he just couldn’t stop licking, pressing, and biting before gritting his teeth, so his jaw defined beneath the streetlights.

Cee let out a deep breath through her nose as he locked eyes with her just as his tongue glided across his bottom lip.

She grabbed the door knob. “Well, good night, Shouyou,” she said suddenly, and his mouth gaped.

“Mate!” he ordered, and placed his foot in the door. Shouyou inhaled deeply and belted, “Please come to my match!” in Japanese, and Cee flinched.

“Pardon?”

“Bīchibarē,” he muttered. Cee nodded slowly as he shivered, trying his best to find the words. “I have game. You...come?”

Oh. He wanted her to come to a volleyball match. Not to chill with Pedro or piece phrases together over dinner, but to watch him play the game he loved enough to travel halfway across the world for.

Cee tried to suppress the smile forming on her face. She failed horribly as she said, “I mean, that’s cool. Y-yeah. Sure.”

#Hinata Shouyou scenarios #hinata shouyou x black!reader #Hinata Shouyou x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shouyou x oc #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! x black!reader #Brazil!Hinata

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evan-buckley-diaz · 4 years

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New encounters with old friends - Eddie/Carlos/TK

Eddie has to travel back to Texas for a funeral. He bumps into an old friend at the bar afterwords and things escalate.

Ps, this has translate google Spanish so.. sorry if its not a 100% correct!

words: 2987 warnings: sexual content, swearing, dom!carlos, sub!eddie, sub!tk, daddy!kink, praise, threesome

Eddie sighed as he ripped the tie off his neck and slung it in the passenger seat. Closing his eyes he leaned his head back against the headrest and wondered what to do next. Go back to his cousins house and hear all about his next great idea that surely will make him a millionaire, which was not very tempting, or he could get wasted, stumble in late at night and pass out. The latter sounded like something he could actually survive. Getting the car going, Eddie drove to the nearest bar.

Eddie ditched his suit jacket as well and opened the top button on his shirt. It looked like the bar was pretty full already. Getting out, he locked the car and wandered into the bar. It wasn’t too bad inside and he spotted a seat right by the bar. ”Beer please” He said as he sat down, giving the bartender a polite little smile.

He paid for the beer and took a sip as he turned slightly on his stool and watched the people dancing and the band playing music. Eddie finished his first beer a little too quickly and ordered another. ”I think I need to get my eyes checked cause there’s no way Eddie Diaz is sitting all alone at a bar in Texas” Carlos said as he walked over and really looked him over. ”Carlos Reyes” Eddie chuckled and stood up to give him a hug. ”What the fuck are you doing here?” Carlos asked as he patted him on the back before pulling back. ”Eddie, this is my boyfriend TK, TK this is Eddie. We were in the service together. I’ve told you about him haven’t I?” Carlos introduced the two.

Eddie took TK’s hand and shook it. ”Nice to meet you. I hope he only said good things about me” Eddie chuckled. TK shook his hand and let out a little laugh. ”Emmm, yeah, all good things for sure” TK replied and tried to contain his blush as he know had a face to all the stories Carlos had told him from back in the days. ”Can I get you another?” Carlos asked and gestured to the bar. ”Sure, a beer is fine” Eddie smiled.

”So seriously, what you doing here man?” Carlos asked as they all sat by the bar, enjoying the music. ”My uncle passed away so we had his burial today” Eddie replied with a sigh. ”Oh Im sorry” Carlos said and squeezed his shoulder. ”Its okay, thank you” Eddie gave him a smile and clinked their beers together. TK gave him a small smile too as he leaned on Carlos.

TK laughed loudly as Eddie finished a story about the time Carlos had been caught by a commanding officer in a less than flattering situation. ”Aww, come on now, don’t tell my boy all my secrets, I got to have some mystery to me!” Carlos said and poked TK in the sides causing him to giggle and look at him. ”I know everything about you! No mystery!” TK said and kissed him. Eddie took a sip of his beer and glanced up at Carlos. Carlos looked right back, grabbed TK’s neck and deepened the kiss. TK moaned and gripped his arm tightly. ”Carlos” he moaned quietly.

Carlos kept Eddie’s gaze as he whispered into TK’s ear. ”Hey, pretty boy, I think we should invite Eddie to come home with us, no?” he heard TK’s breath hitch slightly. ”Wouldn't that be nice? I think we could cheer him up, sounds like he’s had a tough day” Carlos nipped at TK’s earlobe with his teeth before spinning him around. ”Be a good boy and invite him over, baby” Carlos whispered into his ear.

TK swallowed the lump in his throat and flushed as he looked up at Eddie. He could feel Carlos’s hands on his hips, keeping him grounded. ”Would you come home with us?” TK asked softly. Eddie bit his lip and looked TK up and down before glancing at Carlos quickly. ”You sure?” He asked TK. TK nodded. ”Yeah” he replied and gave a little smile. Eddie smiled back, finished the last of his beer. ”Alright, lead the way” TK intertwined his and Carlo’s fingers as he took his hand and started walking to the exit.

The drive back home was painful. Carlos kept rubbing TK over his jeans as he drove while he kept completely normal conversation going with Eddie in the backseat about the old days. They stopped at a red light and TK had turned to Carlos and whimpered quietly and pushed his hips up to rub against his hand. ”You can wait, be a good boy for daddy now” Carlos said and pushed his hips down and just rested his hand over TK’s crotch. Blushing madly, TK whimpered again and dared a quick glance in the rearview mirror and met Eddie’s gaze and he saw he was smirking. TK shook his head to try and clear it a bit and bit his lip and quickly drove home.

Parking in the driveway, TK was quickly out of the car and walked to the front door, unlocked it and stepped inside. He fidgeted with his hands and looked between Carlos and Eddie as he licked his lips. Carlos walked over to TK and gave him a kiss. TK immediately grabbed onto Carlos’s hips and kissed him back desperately. ”He knows your colors, if you need to use them. Understand?” Carlos said as he pulled back. TK nodded. ”Yes, Carlos” he said. Carlos raised an eyebrow at him. ”Come again?” he asked. TK blushed and looked down. ”Yes, daddy” he said, his voice a little lower this time. ”Good boy” Carlos smiled. ”Im going to get some bottles of water, you take Eddie to the bedroom” Carlos said and pressed a kiss to TK lips before walking away.

TK bit his lip again and looked up at Eddie. ”Emm, its this way. Second door on the left” he said and pointed down the hall. Eddie smiled and walked over to TK. He took his hand and started leading him down the hall. ”Ive got to say, Carlos is one lucky man to have such a pretty boy like you” Eddie said as they walked into the bedroom. TK stared at him as Eddie put his hands on his face, cupping it gently. ”I’m going to kiss you now” Eddie said. Tk let out a breath and his eyes fluttered shut. He moaned as their lips met. Eddie let his hands roam all over TK’s chest and he kept kissing him deeply as he put his hands on TK’s ass and squeezed.

TK gasped and pressed his forehead against Eddie’s shoulder. ”Oh my god” he whispered. Eddie chuckled, gave it another squeeze before moving his hands to the front and starting to unbutton the shirt TK was wearing. ”es bastante delicioso, no?” Carlos said as he came walking into the room and put the water down on the nightstand. ”si lo es, eres muy afortunado” Eddie smirked back. ”Heyy, thats not fair!” TK whined and pouted. ”We’re just teasing, baby” Carlos said and finished unbuttoning TK’s shirt and let it fall to the floor.

”Have you been a good boy for Eddie? Not been misbehaving have you?” Carlos teased and gave him a kiss on the lips before starting to open TK’s belt. ”I’ve been good!” TK said immediately and looked at Eddie for confirmation. ”Very good boy, making me feel so welcome” Eddie grinned as he grabbed Carlos and pulled him in for a kiss. ”You on the other hand, I’ve barely seen” Eddie whispered as he moved his lips from Carlos’s mouth and down his neck. Carlos let out a moan as he chuckled. ”I was being a good host” He said and unbuttoned Eddie’s shirt, he grabbed TK and pulled him close to Eddie. TK licked his lips and started pressing kisses all over Eddie’s chest.

Carlos took a step back and looked at the beautiful sight before him. It filled him with with a strange pride to see him boy be so good for his friend. Dropping his hand down, he rubbed the hard bulge in his pants and moaned quietly. TK’s head whipped around and looked at him. ”Stay with Eddie” Carlos said as he opened his pants and pulled his hard cock out. Stroking it slowly, he smirked as he saw just how intently TK was watching him. ”Daddy!” TK whined as Carlos’s dick let a few drops of precum out from the slit. Carlos scooped them up on his fingers.

TK opened his mouth wide and watched eagerly as Carlos stepped closer and closer. Carlos gripped his hair tightly with his other hand and held him steady as he guided his fingers up to Eddie’s mouth. Eddie wrapped his lips around the digits and moaned as he licked and sucked the fingers clean. Meanwhile TK was looking shocked at what had just happened and he pouted as Carlos took his fingers back out. ”I think your boy is jealous” Eddie smiled. ”I can see why, you taste so sweet” Carlos smirked and let go off TK, pushing his pants off, he sat down on the bed against the headboard.

TK eagerly got on the bed and kneeled prettily as he watched Carlos’s dick. ”Daddy, can I please?” he asked nicely and inched closer. ”Nu uh, you’re not even naked yet” TK huffed as he quickly got off the bed and got undressed. ”Eddie, come here” Carlos said as he stroked his dick. Eddie glanced at TK before looking at Carlos. He too had undressed at this point and he got up on the bed and kneeled between Carlos’s legs. ”Suck my dick, Eddie. I know you want to” Carlos said as he looked him in the eyes. Eddie bit his lip hard and shook his head. ”TK wants to” He said and looked down. TK perked up and nodded eagerly. ”I know he does but I ordered you didn’t I?” Carlos pointed out. ”Baby, come lie down next to me and watch as Eddie does as he’s told” Carlos said while keeping his staring contest with Eddie going.

TK whined and lied down next to Carlos and rested his head on Carlos’s chest. Eddie slowly moved forward and leaned down. Taking the cock in his mouth, he sucked gently on the head as he took a deep breath and glanced up at TK and Carlos. Carlos let out a breathy moan and closes his eyes as he wrapped his fingers in Eddie’s hair, guiding him up and down gently. TK huffed as he felt left out and took Carlos’s nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it, while using his hand to play with the other. TK squirmed and moaned as Carlos used his free hand to smack his bum before he pressed a finger against TK’s hole.

”Daddy!” TK moaned and pressed back against him. ”Get a condom and the lube, TK” Carlos said as he smacked TK’s bum again before taking his hand away. Liking the sound off that, TK quickly grabbed the box of condoms and the lube. Carlos and Eddie met for a deep kiss as Carlos sat up. ”TK, Eddie is going to fuck you now, okay?” Carlos said as he grabbed the condom box and the lube. ”Yes, daddy” TK moaned. ”Good, all fours, ass up” Carlos and Eddie moved back on the bed slightly so TK would have room. Unwrapping the condom, Carlos stroked Eddie’s cock as he kissed him. He rolled the condom on him and bit on Eddie’s bottom lip as he pulled back. ”And I will fuck you while you fuck him” Carlos patted Eddie’s cheek as he watched the man shudder. ”Go on, loosen him up. He wont need much, had a plug in him most of the day” Carlos said as he landed two hard smacks on TK’s bum.

Eddie opened the lube and coated two of his fingers with lube before spreading TK’s ass cheeks with the other and carefully pushed his fingers inside. TK let out a loud moan and hugged one of the pillows tightly as he closed his eyes. ”I don’t want more! I can take it like this” TK moaned. Eddie looked at Carlos for what to do. Carlos just smiled and nodded. Eddie pulled his fingers out before using the remaining lube on them to coax the condom. Gripping TK’s ass, Eddie let out a moan as he started pushing in. ”Fuck” TK and Eddie said at the same time.

Carlos unwrapped another condom and watched as Eddie slowly thrust in and out of TK whilst he put the condom on his dick. Grabbing the lube that was on the bed, he lubed up his cock and his fingers. Spreading Eddie’s cheeks apart, he smirked as he slowly pushed a finger in, stilling his movements. ”Move, please move!” TK whined and thrust his hips back and forth. ”Shhh, let Eddie get used to me inside him, be still” Carlos said sharply and TK pouted as he stilled his movement. He turned his head to look back at Eddie, he bit his lip as he watched Eddie’s face. It was slightly pinched together but little sounds of pleasure and pain came from him.

Carlos added another finger. ”Carlos!” Eddie gasped and gripped TK’s hips tightly. ”Breathe, just relax and let me in” Carlos calmed him and kept moving his fingers in and out slowly. ”Good boy” Carlos praised him as Eddie relaxed and he could add a third finger. Eddie moaned and pushed into TK as he was feeling a little overwhelmed. ”Do you need me to stop?” Carlos asked and stilled his fingers. ”No! I’m fine. Please don’t stop” Eddie hurried to answer. ”I want you. Please” he added as he clenched around Carlos’s fingers. Smirking, Carlos pulled out his fingers but quickly replaced them with his cock.

Grunting, he grabbed Eddie’s hips. ”Eddie, move” He ordered and Eddie did as told. He jerkily started moving back and forth, trusting into TK before slamming back onto Carlos’s cock. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck” he moaned as he moved quickly. TK kept moaning as he was being pushed into the mattress, he snuck a hand down between the mattress and himself and wrapped his fingers around his aching cock.

Carlos gripped Eddie’s hips tightly and thrust into him hard causing him to thrust into TK. Both of them let out a long moan, making Carlos smirk. He pulled him and Eddie back before doing over and over and over again. ”Daddy! Please, can I cum?” TK was jerking off his cock quickly, the fact that Carlos was basically fucking him with the help of another man becoming too much. ”Hold on a little longer, baby” Carlos panted as he thrust in and out of Eddie quickly. ”I can’t daddy” TK whined as he ripped his hand off his cock and gripped the pillow. Carlos ignored him as he kept trusting into Eddie. He could feel that the man was becoming more needier with his thrust and knew he’d be coming soon. ”Come on, Eddie, cum into my pretty boy’s ass, he’s desperate for it. He’s so good isn’t he?” Carlos moaned as he thrust in and out. Eddie grunted and gasped as he slammed in hard and let out a long moan.

Licking his lips, Carlos pulled out of Eddie. ”Lie down on your back” he said. ”TK, on your knees” Carlos took the condom off his cock and started stroking it quickly. TK did the same and moaned as it only took his a few quick firm strokes before he was shooting his load over Eddie’s crotch and chest. Carlos couldn’t hold back any longer as he watched his boy come undone and shot his load over Eddie as well.

TK collapsed next to Eddie and panted as he tried to catch his breath and calm down. Carlos rested back on his heels and looked at the boys in front of him. ”Baby, clean our guest up” Carlos said as he took off Eddie’s condom off before tying it up and throwing both their condoms away in the bin. TK moaned as he rolled over on his stomach and started licking up all the cum on Eddie’s chest. ”Fucking hell, Carlos, you two are going to kill me” Eddie moaned, his cock did a little twitch. Carlos chuckled. ”You rest while you can, I still want to see you choke TK with your dick while I fuck him” Carlos said and leaned down to give him a kiss. ”mm’kay, I’m just going to rest my eyes for a minute” Eddie mumbled as his breath evened out and he fell asleep.

Carlos smirked and watched as TK dutifully finished cleaning off Eddie’s chest and crotch. ”Good boy, you want some water?” he asked and reached for a bottle. TK nodded and accepted the bottle and gulped down some water quickly. Carlos pressed a kiss to TK’s forehead. ”I’m so proud of you, you know that?” He asked with a smile. TK smiled back. ”I love you, daddy” he said softly and handed the water bottle back. ”I love you too baby. Cuddle Eddie, I’ll be back in a sec, just need to check the doors” Carlos said and capped the water bottle and put it back on the nightstand. TK closed his eyes and rested his head on Eddie’s chest and cuddled up to him, letting out soft sounds of content as he did.

When Carlos came back to the bedroom, they were both fast asleep. Grabbing the blankets from the bottom of the bed, Carlos pulled them over the two before climbing in and wrapping his hands around Eddie and TK. It didn’t take long before he fell asleep as well.

#eddie/carlos/tk #911onfox #911 lone star #masterlist #new encounters with old friends

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ghostofviperwrites · 5 years

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Long Night

Requested by @lclb13

Pairing: Fenix/FC

Category: Smut

Word Count: 853

Warnings: Smut, language, light bondage, biting

10. “Sink your teeth into my flesh” – Flesh by Simon Curtis

The girls that wanted the bad boys tended to gravitate towards his brother Pentagon. But not you. No, you wanted the Bird of War, Fenix. Beneath his friendly personality and mischievous smile you sensed something dark in him. Something that ran parallel with his brother and it intrigued you. So you let the other rats scurry around Pentagon leaving you to deal with the good girls who were hoping for a coffee or late dinner with the “less dangerous” brother. They didn’t concern you. More than once you had caught Fenix looking at you in blatant appreciation. You knew what he wanted and you were more than ready to give it to him. He didn’t even need to bother with the formality of buying you drinks.

We can get a little crazy

Just for fun, just for fun

Don’t even try to hold it back

Just let go

You pushed your way to the front of the group, giving the girls dirty looks as you placed yourself squarely in front of Fenix. With a seductive smile and promise filled eyes you reached out to brush your fingers softly over his forearm.

“What’s your name Hermosa?” Fenix said grabbing your hand and pressing it to his lips, smirking against it as he watched all the good girls wander off with disappointed grumbling. Some nights he may entertain them, but tonight was not one of those nights. He wanted to play tonight and he bet this chica was willing to entertain anything he suggested.

“Anna.” You purred lapping up his attention as he pulled you close to his body.

“Well Anna,” He said his tongue caressing your name. “How about we go back to my hotel and have some fun?” You nodded dumbly as you stared into his eyes, his hand threading through your hair and giving a sharp tug.

“Sí?” Fenix asked with a hiss as you grabbed the waistband of his sweats, thumb ghosting over his underbelly.

“Sí,” You repeated with a grin.

Tie me up and take me over

Until you’re done

‘Till I’m done

You’ve got me feeling and I’m ready to blow

You knew your instincts had been correct and you were in for a wild night as soon as the two of you were in his room when Fenix went straight for his suitcase and pulled out a long shock of rope.

“I’m going to tie you down Hermosa and eat your pussy until your begging me to stop.” He promised with fiery passion burning in his eyes. Tossing the rope on his bed he stepped to you and slowly began stripping you bare tossing your clothes on the end of the bed as he did so. He stayed clothed as he positioned you on the bed splaying you open just how he wanted you. “Already so wet for me chica and I haven’t even done anything yet?” His finger dipped between your folds, stroking through your cream as you shuddered at his light touch and then sucked it into his mouth.

“Delicioso.” Fenix said smacking his lips. “Can’t wait to bury my tongue in that sweet hole.” You couldn’t help but shudder in anticipation as Fenix methodically tied you with his silky rope, looping around your wrists and tying them above your head and then grabbing another length to tie around each leg, forcing them bent at the knee and falling to the side so you were spread for him.

With mischief in his eyes he turned to the end of the bed and grabbed the black satin panties you had been wearing and brought them to your lips.

“Wait!” You said urgently turning your head to the side making Fenix pause a flare of aggravation entering his eyes. “How am I supposed to beg you to stop if I’m gagged?” You asked. Fenix grinned and grabbed your chin forcing you to look back up at him as he pushed the panties past your lips then released you, leaning down to your ear.

“I guess you better figure something out,” He teased biting your earlobe making you moan around the makeshift gag.

Bite into me harder

Sink your teeth into my flesh

(Pass the test, ta-taste the flesh)

Fenix climbed down your body littering kisses and sharp bites along the way, stopping to leave a halo of teeth marks around your nipple of one breast and making you writhe against the ropes as he finally made it between your thighs. His breath was hot on your flesh as he lightly flicked his tongue over your nub before sliding his fingers through your fold.

“You ready Hermosa?” Fenix turned his head kissing your inner thigh then biting hard, leaving another ridge of teeth mark in his wake as he spread your folds with his hands and licked his tongue over your slick. “Cause you’re in for a long night.” He promised as he grinned up at you between your thighs then set about delivering exactly what he promised.

#Fenix fanfic #Fenix imagine #aew fanfic #wrestling fanfic #mywriting #ghostofviperwrites

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maxxfabray · 3 years

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Tuesday Second Lunch | Maxtrid

Who: Max Fabray & Astrid Smythe ( @astridsmythe )

When: Tuesday 2.9.21; After Classes

Where: Max’s Suite

What: Meal prep, brattiness, and teasing. Oh my! Smut. (unfinished)

max fabray

Max watched with interest as Astrid finished going through the motions of meal prep. If it wasn't for her doing this and for Blaine doing it the week before, she was sure she wouldn't have been eating at all. Once it was done, Max made her way into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter. "So what did you make me again?" She asked curiously, then pointed at the floor below her. "Go ahead and kneel while you're at it. And when you're done explaining my meals, we can go ahead and talk about your limits and such so we can get our scene started too," Max continued with a smirk. She was anxious to get their scene on the way.

astrid smythe

The brunette finished portioning what she had made into plastic containers for Max to eat throughout the rest of the week, smiling at the woman as she placed everything carefully into her fridge. She had worn a black skirt that had barely covered the swell of her ass with stockings and heels and a tight crop top that hugged the curves of her torso. "I made you lime and cilantro seasoned grilled chicken and quinoa with scalloped potatoes, Queen." Astrid told her proudly as she approached her, arching her eyebrow in a slightly challenging way before slowly falling to her knees and looking up at her through dark lashes. "I don't like anything to do with scat, feet, or fisting. There are probably other things I'd be hesitant about, but I like to try nearly anything at least once." She explained in a low voice, her gaze shamelessly falling down long legs.

max fabray

"Sounds delicioso," Max retorted with a smirk. But truth be told, she was going to eat whatever the other girl made for her. The food she was expecting, but the outfit she was not, but she wasn't going to complain about that. Max did not even try to hide the way her eyes lingered on Astrid's ass as she prepared her food and those lingering eyes didn't change course when she approached her. Max could see it, the slight flash of bratty behavior and she would have welcomed it. She held some of those same tendencies and wondered what it would feel like receiving it rather than dishing it out. "It will be more than easy to stay away from those things," she said with certainty. Max noticed the way Astrid's eyes scaled her legs and she spread them, giving her eyes access to look up her skirt where she wasn't wearing any underwear. "You'll try anything, hm? How about we start by putting your money where your mouth is."

astrid smythe

"It will be." Astrid beamed confidently. "So long as you eat the correct portions every day, okay? No more, no less. I promise it will be sufficient." She hits her with a stern look, as much as her position would allow. The brunette would be lying to say that she couldn't feel hazel eyes boring into her as she cooked, the anticipation settling in her gut and fluttering in her lower stomach. To say her already skimpy lacy panties were soaked through would be an understatement, making her squirm on her knees. When legs spread before her, doe eyes widen a bit more to find enticing bareness beneath her skirt. Teeth bite hard into her lower lip to stifle herself, knowing from their conversation before that Max was interested in at least little bit of resistance. Her hands come up to massage firmly up her thighs, holding them apart but no other contact is granted as she tries to ignore the way her mouth waters, her head tilting innocently when she finds her eyes again. "Is that really the best you can think of?" She pouts playfully before leaning forward to only blow cold air between her legs.

max fabray

Max shrugged but nodded to show her understanding. She was far more preoccupied with the way the girl looked on her knees to really focus on anything else. Max's eyebrow quirked at Astrid's actions and she smirked at her resistance. Max really did enjoy the small bit of defiance, it kept things from being boring. "Oh, that's not good enough for you?" Max teased, lifting one leg up to rest her foot on the counter, leaving her completely exposed. She then moved her finger to tease her own folds, running her finger up and down her slit. "Then you can just watch while I play with myself." Max moaned as she pressed her finger against her clit. "Now you're not allowed to touch me... or taste me... until you beg enough to satisfy me." She smirked down at the other girl, moving two fingers inside of her to fuck herself. "Oh fuck yes."

astrid smythe

Her tongue slowly peeks out to wet her lips as her mouth practically waters watching Max spread her legs further and start touching herself. Sapphire hues stay transfixed to the movements of her fingers for a few moments, a whine of protest leaving her at the terms the blonde had set. Darkened eyes ascend to find the smirk plastered on her face, tilting her head as an idea comes to mind. Astrid's hands slowly fall from her thighs as she tries not to become tempted by the sight and sounds right in front of her face while two of her own fingers are pushed into her own mouth, wetting them. Instead of blatantly disobeying, her hand falls beneath her own skirt to push aside her panties and play with herself in the same way. Her other hand toys with her own nipple erect through her top, pulling a whimper past her lips as she starts to slowly rise and fall on her own hand while she watched Max's. "You never said anything about me touching myself." It wasn't ideal, but if it was enough to spur her on further then it would be worth it. Slowly she finds her gaze again with a smirk of her own, whimpering highly as her face contorts a bit in pleasure.

max fabray

Max had to admit, this girl was giving her a run for her money. She was already heady with need, her fingers playing at her slit in a way only she knew how. She was completely enthralled, but Astrid's words and small whimper that followed got her attention and her pussy throbbed at the sight. "Hm. Bad girl," she teased, pulling her hand from in between her legs and hopping off the counter. "No, no. That won't do." Max circled her and leaned down to grab both of Astrid's arms. She locked her wrists behind her back with one hand while the other moved to the front of the other girl to playfully flick her nipples through her shirt. "You aren't allowed to touch yourself either. Now, stand up, we're moving this into the bedroom." Once Astrid was standing again, Max led her into the bedroom. "Lay down on the bed. Hands above your head. Let's make this interesting, hm?"

astrid smythe

It took nearly all she had not to lean forward and begin completely devouring the woman's center, her chest rising and lowering in excited breaths as she matched Max's movements against her own sex. Another pout pulls at her lips when she stops, though, only struggling briefly when the use of her arms is taken away. The attention to sensitive nipples pulls a sharp but quiet gasp as her back arches into the sensation, feeling her pussy practically drip in anticipation as she's led to her room. Astrid does as she's told this time, albeit slowly, spreading her legs to expose herself as Max had-- as much as her soaked-through panties would allow. "Are you going to touch me, Queen?" The desperation in her voice is starting to reveal itself, her gaze glued to her.

max fabray

Max just smirked down at Astrid as she tied her arms and legs to the posts of her bed. "Oh I might," she answered, teasing her thighs and hips with small touches as she stripped down, then moved to straddle her on the bed. "But only once I've teased you to the point where you're absolutely begging for me to touch your aching pussy." Max was situated right on Astrid's stomach, giving the other Switch the perfect view of her pussy. Now that she could touch herself and tease Astrid with no interruptions, she was going to tease the fuck out of her.

HC; like she said she would, Max teased the fuck out of her until Astrid was begging to be fuck. And like the gracious person she is, Max totally fucked her.

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