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pastelclovds · 1 year

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SLASHERS RANKED FROM LOUDEST TO QUIETEST IN BED !

⟡₊˚ ୭ slashers in order of rank ! billy lenz, stu macher, brahms heelshire, bubba sawyer, kurt kunkle, billy loomis, herbert west, jason vorhees, vincent sinclair, thomas hewitt, bo sinclair, micheal myers. ⟡₊˚ ୭ content warnings ! amab reader (no pronouns tho), top dom reader, sub bottom slashers, anal sex, possesive & obsessive behavior (billy lenz), brat taming (stu & billy loomis). ⟡₊˚ ୭ word count ! 1,315 words ⟡₊˚ ୭ authors note ! happy (late) valentines day! ;D

LOUDEST. ↴

♡ BILLY LENZ -> because of his mental illness, billy is very loud and expressive. from down right dirty rambles to him shouting about the various ways to end someone. billy is unpredictable, not knowing when his next outburst with come up. but one thing that is predictable about him is his volume when he's fucking with you. this man is so loud that you need to literally gag him so that he could shut up and not annoy your neighbors (he's into it tho). billy will giggle almost insanely while also letting out deep moans when riding you. when your pounding into the spot that will make him see stars, he will make it known to your neighbors of your private time together by screaming out your name and laughing like a madman. he always rambles about how good your dick is, how you are his and only his, how he would kill anyone who touches you, and all kinds of dirty talk. and knowing him, it's probably not far from the truth.

♡ STU MACHER -> this is no surprise at all. stu is known for his extroverted (and slightly annoying) personality. it's one of the reasons why he became popular after all, so you can imagine how loud he is in bed. when stu is feeling bratty, he will moan and beg so loudly even when you tell him to be quiet. but when you put him in his place, his whimpers are the cutest. while stu can be a little shit, he can hold his noises back a bit when he genuinely doesn't want to make you disappointed in him. although it doesn't last long. in his mind, when he gets loud, he is expressing how good you make him feel (which is every time you have sex). overall he is loud but he can keep himself quiet if he really tries (and ends up failing).

♡ BRAHMS HEELSHIRE -> its impossible for this baby to control his noises. he tries so hard, he really does. but the way your dick rubs against his walls makes him moan out to the sky above. brahms always wants to be a good boy for you, the way he moans out your name and whines when your cock hits his prostate makes you glad that the mansion you two live in is miles away from anyone being able to hear you two fuck like rabbits. when you tell him to not hold back his sounds, he will sing like a canary. but when you tell him to keep quiet, the poor man will try with all his might.

♡ BUBBA SAWYER -> since bubba is nonverbal he relies on his noises to tell people how he is feeling. that's no different when he's having sex with you. he loves the feeling of your dick abusing his hole and using him for all he's worth, his adorable soft squeals sound like a piglet. he's a big whiner and squealer. and as much as he likes to show you how good you make him feel, he knows he can't be too loud because he doesn't want to hear their endless teasing in the morning. but when you two are alone, he goes wild. I'm talking, high pitched moans, squeals, whines, groans the whole batch. and when he feels too good, he might not want to end after three rounds.

NOISY. ↴

♡ KURT KUNKLE -> while kurt is not as loud as the four above him, he still has his moments when you need to silence his noises with your hand. he can keep his sounds in check if you two are fucking in his house when his parents are home, but if are being particularly rough with him that day, he can't stop even a few moans escaping. honestly, with how pretty he and his sounds are, he might as well start an onlyfans. and you wouldn't mind showing to the world how good you make your baby.

♡ BILLY LOOMIS -> this brat just loooves to piss you off. he knows how much you love to hear him moan like a cheap slut, so he purposefully bits his lips or use him hands to mute himself. he wants you to put him in his place under you, but afterwards you treat him like a princess. he is certainly not as loud as his bestfriend. but if you want him to let his beautiful noises, you have to work for it. and the reward is worth it to see his fucked out face grow dumb on your cock as you two make sure your neighbors don't can't.

♡ HERBERT WEST -> herbert is always so busy with his work, so as soon as he's done, he wants to be with you. although he will never admit it, he craves you and always wants your attention. that being said, herbert isn't really the loudest. he does moan loudly ever now and then when you make him feel really good. but he sometimes holds his sounds back because he is embarrassed at how loud he can be. but once you and him get closer, he will become a bit more vocal.

QUIET. ↴

♡ JASON VORHEES -> jason is a good boy for you and only you, he becomes flustered at the simplest of praises, and although he isn't the loudest, he is still cute. he makes adorable whines and soft moans when you thrust your dick against just the right spots. when you and him become closer, he would whisper in your ear almost silently about the pleasurable experience you're gifting him.

♡ VINCENT SINCLAIR -> vincent wants you to know how much pleasure you give him, he wants you to know how much he loves you, but he can't. it's not that he doesn't want to, it's because his vocal cords are messed up. so it's very difficult for him to speak. so you always listen closely whenever you two are getting down and dirty, and you treasure every whimper and quiet moan from him.

♡ THOMAS HEWITT -> thomas may be a cannibal murderer to others, but to you, he is a big teddy bear. even though he can't express his feelings through speech, he can express how he feels towards you with acts of service. and one of his favorite act of services is through sex, more specifically by riding you until he is breathing loudly and letting out deep groans of your name. he doesn't get any louder than the usual moan here and there. but he desperately wants you to know that he loves you, only you.

SILENT. ↴

♡ BO SINCLAIR -> bo is the type of guy to believes that him making any noise during sex would make him look weak and unmanly. even when you and him grow to love each other, and even when your cock is so deep inside him and pounding away every thought that comes to his mind, he won't let a single sound come out of his mouth. the man is stubborn and prideful, but if you make him go through a couple of rounds and cum more times than he can count, then he will let out a few moans, but nothing else. this bastard is strong.

♡ MICHEAL MYERS -> dead silent. sometimes when you're fucking him you worry if he's passed out (or dead) and stop to ask if he's okay, only for him to hit you on the arm and let out an unpleased grunt because you stopped. the only noises he lets out are his labored breaths, deep grunts, and rarely moans. he lets you know what to do by signing things like, 'so good' or 'faster'. he still enjoys your company and wants you to know, but in his own silent (and slightly creepy) way.

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liesmyth · 4 months

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TLT holiday exchange: it's a wrap!

Authors have been revealed for the @tlt-holiday-exchange. You can find the full collection here; you can find my rec list here.

Thanks to everyone who created, beta-read, left feedback, or otherwise helped this event come together. You rock ❤️💀✨

What I Wrote

slash and burn for the wonderful @/forjodssake. Augustine/John, pre-Resurrection. ft. Augustine's mango vape and John's pathetic swag. Rated M.

“Fuck you,” John says. “I can do rizz.”

Exchange MPVs

Shoutouts to the creators with multiple works in the collection!

PyrrhaDveotee with 13 (!!!!) works. Here they are.

LesbianJesusLovesYou with SIX different works. Here they are.

with FIVE works each: Sluggg (here) and Kat_Hikari (here)

with FOUR works each: @thewinterstale (here) and @celira (here)

with THREE works each: @arithmonym (here) // @friendamedes (here and here) // Raxheim @theriverbeyond (here)

with TWO works each: @aspiranthect (here) // atropinecapra @youweremyridehome (here) // CindFourth @cindthia (here) // Lilac_Jam (here) // @rnanqo (here)

Art!!

Now that creators are public, you can check the art pieces in the collection to see if they are rebloggable on here or twitter.

You can find all the SIXTEEN art pieces in the collection here.

Read on under the cut to find: FIVE (!!!) newer additions to the collection that you might have missed and SEVEN (!!!!) long fics over 15k.

Hot New Entries!!

Some works were posted after the collection revealed, and you might have missed them. Here they are:

Absorbed by grey stone by CookieNS. Rated G.

Aiglamene and Pelleamena share a brief moment after the captain returns from the Cohort.

just like normal by paene. Rated E.

Ianthe gives herself a cock, and Corona is increasingly bewildered that she hasn’t been allowed to sit on it yet.

refreshments provided by Anonymous. Rated E. [ART FILL!]

Abigail Pent getting her tits sucked at a conference by Juno Zeta, as she deserves

Ritual of the Unkissed Skull by Raxheim. Harrow Nova; Rated E.

“There’s a benefit, you know. To not being my real cavalier. It means I can do this,” Gideon says, and kisses Harrow.

the soft animal of your body by pussymedes. Camilla/Nona, Rated E.

Nona goes into heat.

Longfics

We have SEVEN works over 15k words of length. Here they are:

Softly Falling, Tumbling Down by @ambiguouswren. Modern AU. Rated T. 28k.

Harrowhark Nonagesimus lived a perfectly fine life running The Anchorite's Archive, her family's bookshop that she inherited. Then a red haired menace entered her life and turned everything she thought she knew upside down.

come, dearest heart by @patiencespardon. HtN AU, Lyctor Palamedes, Rated E. 20k

In Canaan House, Palamedes Sextus unwillingly ascends to Lyctorhood in order to put an end to Cytherea the First's rampage. He's left heartbroken, grieving, and terribly, terribly lonely.

Reasonable Service by duplicitoussluts. Canaan House Era, Rated E. 19k.

Cristabel and Mercy have a disagreement. Mercy decides to make herself free use about it.

Prey by apredatorywasp. Serial killer AU, Rated E. 18k.

Gideon Nav gets kidnapped by serial killer Cytherea. With the help of her faithful sub Loveday, Cytherea tortures Gideon and tries to break her. Meanwhile, Harrow--joined by Camilla, Palamedes, Corona and Ianthe--searches for Gideon.

here is the church, here is the steeple by thewinterstale. Pre-canon. Rated T, 17k.

Pyrrha Dve once helped with a birth and painted a nursery mint green. Before the paint and before the blood, amidst tragic loss and heart-pounding necromantic discoveries, a quiet, saltwater love story was playing itself out in the shallow depths of the Canaan House swimming pool.

Ain't no sunshine when they're gone by Nightworldlove. Modern AU, Rated E, 16k.

Harrow's been on a business trip and Gideon's missed them terribly, turns out the feeling is very much mutual.

run on (for a long time) by @midnightbaguette. Western AU! Rated T. 16k

It's a wild west out there, full of supernatural forces and dangerous outlaws. Under the direst of circumstances, four of the unlikeliest companions must band together to outrun their pasts, and maybe find something new along the way.

Thank you for reading this far and thanks as always to the mods for another year of holiday deliciousness. If this list helped you find cool stuff in the collection, please let the creators know <3

#tlt fic #fic recs #tlt holiday ex 2023 #tlt fanfic #tlt fanart #tlt #the locked tomb #if you enjoyed these pls leave feedback on the collection <3 #WE FINISH THE SEASON WITH 117 WORKS!!

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syd-djarin · 4 months

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Do It For Me | Treat Me Like a Slut, Part 2 | jack “whiskey” daniels x f!reader

For the greatest experience, recommend reading part 1 here. Can also be read as a standalone.

Summary: Jack returns home much later than he said he would. You punish him as you see fit.

Warnings: sub!jack, dom!reader, edging, safeword, some religious undertone references (Christ, taking the lords name in vain, “the Almighty”), a little angst in the beginning, alcohol, inability to tell the truth, mentions of Jack possibly being dead, blood, yelling, crying, anxiety spiral. Excessive, excesssssive use of pet names, (1) use of MOMMY, use of daddy, Jack is called a pretty boy and a good boy. Jack uses pet names for reader too (baby, sweetheart, sugar, etc.) Dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), face riding, Jack’s big cock, breeding kink if you squint, creampie, size kink, handcuffs, cowboy/southern references, mentions of pain and punishment. Reader has no major physical descriptions. And finally…your honor, they’re in love. LMK if I missed anything.

Thank you @milly-louise for the encouragement.

And of course, y’all already know that @katiexpunk put her sexy magic touch on this and is the best cheerleader and Slutty Smutty Sister. Katie is seriously one of a kind and it is a privilege to know her.

I truly have the best smut support there is. :’) Hope y’all enjoy!

smut below the cut.

Jack busts into your apartment like a force of nature, opening the door like a saloon door in the Wild West. He’s gasping for breath from rushing home to see you – climbing the stairs three at a time, testing his agility harder than any training ever did, simply from the fact that most of the blood is in his cock, eager to see you, rather than in any other part of his moving body.

“Hey baby, sorry I’m late—“ he trails off as he takes in the scene before him.

He finds you sitting at the dining table; candles lit, a bottle of red open on the table, one wine glass full, the other that’s smudged with lipstick empty, and his favorite meal waiting for him. His eyes flutter to you and he’s met with a pair of misty, red scleras staring back at him.

You rise from the table and storm off to the bathroom, your humiliation unbearable. Since you were a little girl, you have always been self-conscious of the way you look when you cry. Like one allergy attack short of an ER visit. Not beautifully poetic the way the girls in movies cry. Full on hyperventilating and snot running out of your nose. Once inside, hot salty tears stream down your cheeks. The pang in your chest knocks the wind out of you, disappointment burning through your body like wildfire, heating your skin.

You thought it might be nice to surprise Jack, to welcome him home from his two-week mission; the longest you’ve been apart since you’ve been together. Be home in a jiffy, sweetheart. Can’t wait to see you. I’ll be home around six, he assured you this morning over the phone, his voice smooth and silky.

Six turned into seven thirty, which turned into eight-thirty, and now here it is – nearing 11 o’clock, each passing hour without hearing from him only made you more upset. You wouldn’t be this mad if had he just called, texted, or hell, he could have sent a carrier pigeon to let you know he’s fine and that’d be late. All of your calls and texts to him went unanswered. You’re not unused to this, given his job and everything, but every time it happens it irks you in a way you can’t control.

But no, he didn’t – his absence acted like a tour bus, giving your mind an entire tour of all of the things that could have possibly gone wrong. What if he was hit by a car? Trapped in an industrial-size freezer? It’s not logical, but like…what if.

Or worse, what if he was dead? Jack wields around his mortality as if it were immortality in his line of work, meaning you worry about him like you get paid hourly to do so. The waiting, the worrying, and the not-knowing spreads under your skin like a fever with each passing minute. You don’t even care about the dinner getting cold, or to be honest, the fact that he didn’t respond to you. You’re past that, you’re emotions thick like a blanket. You just need to know he’s okay. He’s safe. He’s still alive, for fucks sake.

As you waited for him, your knee bobbing under the kitchen table, your thoughts oscillated between the worst-case scenarios, your stomach swirling in unease and dread.

And then –

There he was, swinging the door open, a shit-eating grin on his face as if he had no idea that you’d been expecting him for hours or that you’d made yourself sick wondering where he was.

You pat at your blurry lashline with a tissue, trying not to smear the makeup you worked so hard to put on earlier in the evening. Hurried and heavy boot steps echo outside the bathroom door, followed by a soft knock.

“Baby, can I come in, please?” He gently coos, his voice almost a little desperate, forehead leaning against the door. It’s not locked, but Jack is a gentleman above all and wants to respect your space. Even if it’s his fault you need it.

“Oh, fuck off,” you spit back, your voice wobbly. His heart sinks to the pit of his stomach; you’ve never spoken to him like this before. Normally you’re fairly carefree, and understanding, but the talons you like to keep hidden away are now on full display, brought out by a mix of worry, hunger, and anger.

You look in the mirror again, and your feigned attempts to prevent your mascara from running are useless. Your eyes are now puffy, beyond anything Benadryl or Clear Eyes could help, and even a bit raccoon-like. Great, a cherry on top of an already shit night.

You step back from the counter and lean back against the wall, allowing your legs to slightly give out as you slide down the expanse of it, the fabric of your dress riding up as you do. Your bare thighs hit the cool tile below you, cooling your hot skin. The tears that well in your eyes fall one by one, and don’t seem like they have any plans to ease up anytime soon. You run the back of your hand under your nose and move it to wipe away some of the moisture on your cheeks.

“Sweetheart?” He calls to you through the door, but he’s met with silence. “Baby, I’m so sorry I’m late. I can see how much this night meant to you, and I can tell you worked hard to make it special. I’m sorry I ruined it. Baby, please, open the door – let me see you.”

The sincerity in his voice causes your temper to simmer down. You plant your palms on the ground and push yourself up to stand. You know you look like a hot mess, but you don’t care. Let the fucker see how much he hurt you. Your palm finds the brass doorknob, and you quickly pull the door open, almost taking Jack with it, not realizing he was leaning up against it.

You stand there, arms by your sides, your fists rolled into little balls. Your cheeks are damp, and the stray hands of your hair are plastered to them, glued on by your tears. At first, you look at the floor, before lifting your gaze to face Jack.

His heart sinks when he sees you. “Oh sweetpea…fuck, I am so sorry baby,” he tells you once more.

“You’re late, Jack. Like really fucking late!” you cry out to him, not quite yelling, but not quite not yelling, either.

“I know I am, but baby –” he replies, looking at your lips, avoiding your eyes, before you cut him off.

“Why the hell didn’t you call me or text me? For fucks sake, Jack. I thought you were hurt! Or worse, dead. You could have been lying in a ditch bleeding out and I would have had no idea,” you spill out, spewing fire with your words. “Where were you anyway? Hmm? What had you so preoccupied you couldn’t even bother to tell me you were gonna be – oh I don’t know, five hours late?” You ask, a twinge of snarkiness behind your voice.

You’re only so keyed up because you care about him so much; trying to mask your pain with anger.

He inches closer to you, instinctively pulling your body into his. You resist as first, body rigid, not embracing him back. You’re still mad, but with the way he feels against you, you can’t help but soften. You wrap your arms around his middle, resembling the way a koala bear clings onto a tree. The firmness of his arms envelops you in a protective blanket, pulling you tight to him so you can see the pulse in his neck, lowers your cortisol levels, and cools your heated blood.

“I’ll tell you, but have to promise you won’t laugh,” he says, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. Fuck, he missed you.

“I’m not going to laugh, Jack. Where were you? What the hell happened?” you demand to know once again, stepping back from him, disconnecting your embrace.

“I uh – well, I was trying to save a kitten that was trapped on the train tracks on my way home. I managed to grab it, but as I was hoisting it back up onto the platform, my phone fell out of my pocket. By the time I went back down to grab it, the train was right around the corner…and well, it was crushed. Then I had to navigate my way home without GPS, and I saw an old lady get robbed, so I had to help her. And then there was a runaway stroller…” he says, smiling. He knows your upset, but he tries to lighten your spirits with humor.

That’s his thing. Well, your thing together, you suppose. You’d always ask him how his day was at work, how his missions went, knowing he couldn’t ever tell you the truth. You jokingly said to him one night, “Well if you can’t tell me the truth, make something up, like rescuing a kitten in a tree or something.” You were half-joking, but it just sorta stuck.

You look at Jack and can tell from the look on his face that he is sorry.

“Spy stuff, then?” You ask, clearing the remaining tears from your cheek.

“Spy stuff. I’m sorry baby, I want to tell you, I do, it’s just…the more you don’t know, the better. I don’t ever want to tell you anything that could compromise you, I couldn’t bare it if you got hurt,” Jack says, a sincerity behind his voice.

You see it then – for as much as you love and worry about him. He loves and worries about you, too. He knows his work is a lot, and he can see the weight of him not being able to tell you the full truth has on you. The worry, the pain that lingers behind your eyes.

Your shoulders relax and your face softens. You won’t push him.

You know he’d tell you if he could. You run the pads of your fingers under your eyes once more, clearing away some of the fallout from your makeup. The anger from earlier dissipates.

He’s here. He’s safe.

You reach your hand out to him and allow your fingertips to curl around his pinky. You look up at him with doe eyes.

“Gonna have to make it up to me, cowboy,” you whisper, a seductive tone to your voice. “Behave for me and I won’t be too mean.”

You unhook his pinky and curl your full hand around his wrist, rounding around him, pulling him to the bedroom.

You push Jack so that he is seated at the edge of your shared bed, using your foot to wedge his thighs open, granting enough space for you to stand between them. His sable eyes are the size of saucers, his heart thrums at a rapid rate in his chest. He’s no stranger to it all, hell, he’s a trained killer for Christ's sake, and yet here he is – defenseless under you, at your total mercy.

You could tell him to get on all fours and bark, and he’d fucking do it. He doesn’t know what your end game is, but he’s itching to find out, much like the hard cock that’s quickly eating up all of the space in his jeans.

“You’ve been a naughty, naughty boy…” you say, stroking your finger along the razor edge of his chiseled jaw. A little tsk, tsk sound escapes your lips, and you move to grab his jaw with a firm grip. “What am I gonna do with you?”

He gulps hard, the prominent Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he does. You’re not wrong – he has been a naughty boy, oh god, if you only knew, but hearing you say it has him bricked up; hard, and desperate for you, and whatever you want to give him. He’s ready to worship at your altar, ready to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness.

He’s well-versed in taking charge and fucking you til you see The Almighty, but reversing those roles, having you boss him around for a change? He’s never experienced anything quite like it. The Statesman surely didn’t train him for this.

“Remember the safe word, baby?” You ask in a serious tone, momentarily pausing your sexual prowess.

“Oh fuck,” he chokes out. “Y-es, I remember, baby.” Your pussy throbs at the sight of your tough cowboy submitting to you.

“Good boy. Now, you’re gonna keep your hands to yourself. Can you do that for me?” You respond, your voice smoky, laced with pure desire.

He nods and a faint whimper escapes his lips. You squeeze his jaw with your hand, “Use your words like a big boy,” you scold, reciting similar words he used on you not too long ago. Use your words like a big girl.

“Yes ma’am,” he says, voice trembling with need, a twinge of submission behind it.

You can’t help the smirk on your face, taking over the reins and being in charge gives you a new thrill. Now you know what all the fuss is about.

You start undoing the buttons of his Western-style shirt. You’re taking your time, enjoying how each undone button reveals more of his lean body that gets softer the further down you go, but for Jack, it’s painstakingly slow. He squirms where he’s sitting and fights the urge to take over. He’s trying not to paint his jeans just looking at you being a minx.

Rip my fuckin’ heart out baby, is the only thought that crosses his mind.

“Patience, baby,” you purr and give his face a few playful smacks. You reach for his belt buckle, and he hisses when it presses against his rock-hard cock. You retreat, remembering the recurring fantasy you’ve been having for weeks now.

“Pants off, lay on the bed, and wait for me,” you order and he does as he’s told. Truthfully, he’s a little afraid of what you might do if he doesn’t. You walk over to your closet space, which is thankfully out of view from the bed. You take the opportunity to strip down to the silky black bra and matching panties you’ve been waiting to show Jack all evening. You gather the items you came to the closet for and step back into the bedroom.

Jack is lying with his back under a cloud of pillows, his head resting against the metal headboard. He’s almost naked, just like you asked, his thick bulge pronounced in his underwear. You swear you can see his heart thump out of his chest from across the room when his eyes trail over your nearly bare body. His breath catches in his throat when he sees what you retrieved from the closet. Fuzzy handcuffs, and one of your fluorescent pink dildos. He doesn’t mind when you use it on yourself, but he’d much rather give you the real thing. The silicon shape of it taunts him.

You lay the agents of eroticism next to him and crawl up his body to hover over him. He cranes his neck to kiss you but you pull back and place your index finger over his lips.

“Nuh-uh,” you scold. He whines, actually whines, and you have to compose yourself from melting on the spot. You pick up the novelty handcuffs and dangle them in his face, a mischievous and somewhat amused look on your face.

“Gonna put these on ya, pretty boy,” you say with a delicate cadence, almost questioning; giving Jack the room to protest. He’s never been restrained before, at least not in this context. He’s restrained you plenty of times, but you understand he might not like it; especially given the nature of his profession and his need to always be on guard.

But fuck it, if he has a problem with it, he can safe word out.

He doesn’t.

You lock eyes with him as you fasten the handcuffs around his wrists, one end on each, the other tethered to the metal bed frame. Your chest is so close to his face, close enough that his tongue can’t help but dart out and give your tits a little lick, the temptation of it too strong.

You pull away from him and look down at him. “Maybe I wasn’t clear enough the first time. You’re gonna keep your hands to yourself, and that includes your tongue. You’ll take what I give you when I give it to you. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jack nods, a smug look on his face. He thinks you’re cute when you’re demanding.

“Better wipe that little smirk from your face right now or I’ll leave you chained up all night, fuck myself silly with this plastic cock, and moan your name the entire time I do it. You won’t get a single taste. That what you want?” You ask, a condescending tone to your voice.

He doesn’t answer you, he just looks at you with lusty, glossy eyes. “What’s the matter baby, cat got your tongue?” you say, and a low growl leaves his chest.

“No, baby. I don’t want that. Wanna fuck you, wanna show you how sorry I am,” he says. You know he could bust out of the handcuffs with a swift tug if he wanted to. You know he could pin you to this bed and have you crying for him, following his every demand. What’s more, you know you’d like it.

But he knows he fucked up, and he knows this is his penance.

You let out a little purr of satisfaction when you see him tug at the cuffs, the rattle of them against the metal of the bed frame. His lack of somewhat self-imposed freedom shows you that right now he’s at your mercy.

You rise to stand on the bed, both of your feet on either side of him, positioned just above his head. The view you’re giving him is obscene, the sheer lace of your panties just barely covering your wet and glistening cunt. You dip your hand below the hand of them and use your fingers to gently nudge the soiled fabric to the side. You run your finger up your dripping seam, collecting your slick on your finger, gently passing over your throbbing clit as you do. A little gasp trickles over your lips. Jack can see the glisten on your fingertips and his mouth salivates, conditioned like Pavlov’s dog at the sight of your juices. He can smell you from where you’re positioned, the sweet scent of your arousal, and the groan he lets out is animalistic, primal. He’s kicking himself for the predicament he’s in, but at the same time, relinquishing control has never felt this good.

“Bet you wanna stuff your thick cock in this pretty pussy don’t you, Daddy. Wanna split me open, stretch me out, and claim me,” you taunt him, your fingers continuing their ministration against your clit, nearing you closer to your release. The filth spewing from your lips is mostly just to tease him, but fuck, if it doesn’t do something for you, too. Mostly because it’s true. You want him so bad, you can only imagine how he must feel.

“Answer me, baby. Tell me what you wanna do to this pussy when I finally let you,” you rasp out, your fingers alternating between slipping in and out of your wet and waiting hole.

“Fuuuck,” Jack growls. He can barely form words, too drunk off the sight of your pussy, watching you work yourself above him. “Such a pretty fucking cunt,” he hisses, “gonna fucking ruin you when I get out of these cuffs.”

“Yeah? Keep being a good boy for me and I’ll let you fuck me however you want baby,” you rasp, a little breathless, sprinting to the cliff of your orgasm,“But, you’re gonna make me come first,” you say, falling to your knees, holding the panties far off to the side of your slit. You position yourself right above Jack’s face, holding your glistening cunt inches away from his face. So close he can almost taste it, but not quite close enough.

“I wanna hear you beg,” you tell Jack, your hands threaded through his hair, pulling it back so he’s face-to-face with your pretty pussy. “Tell your mommy how bad you wanna taste her cunt.”

And shit, it’s raunchy, straight debauched. You don’t even have time to ponder the words that just left your lips, but it felt right. You can tell Jack likes it too by the way he practically falls apart under you, a whimper leaving his chest for the second time tonight, his eyes dark as the sea at night.

When he doesn’t answer you, you tug his hair and head back a little farther, dipping just a little bit lower, close enough this time for him to land a little lick on your wet center.

“Holy fuck baby, shit I need you so bad, please sit on my face,” he begs, “please let me taste you.” You’re more than happy to oblige, chasing reprieve from your aching core. You sit down on his face, your wet folds completely covering his mouth, his nose nudged right up against your awaiting clit. You don’t put all of your weight onto him yet, not wanting to cut off all of his airflow. He pulls away slightly, “Fucking give me all of it, baby. Don’t hold back,” Jack muffles against the skin of your pussy. His voice reverberates, his hot breath is ticklish against your sensitive cunt.

As much as you’re in control right now, old habits die hard, and him telling you what to do for the first time tonight coils the spring of your nearing release tight. You let out a slew of fuck, yes, oh my god daddy, yes, and taking the lord’s name in vain a few times. You’re riding the wave of your orgasm, and it’s so intense, to the point of dizziness. “Oh wait, fuck, think–” you lift off him slightly, just in time to see your release splashing over his face, completely drenching him. You fully move off of him, and look down at him, and he’s a mess. He looks at you with a primal grin to his face, his pupils so wide they edge out the color of his eyes.

“Oh fuck, Daddy. Look at you,” you moan, “covered in me, aren’t ya? Looks good on you. Now swallow it,” you demand.

You don’t have to tell him twice. He drinks up what he can while being restrained and you decide to gift him more by catching the stray droplets on his chin with your index finger and pressing it into his mouth. Jack savors your taste, eyes fluttering shut and practically growls. He’d argue it's the nectar of the gods.

“Shit, baby. You come for me like that and I’ll let you do whatever you want with me, this cock is all yours,” Jack rasps, thoroughly fucked out and under-touched. His cock throbs under the fabric of his boxers, waiting for you to touch him, to milk the soul right out of him.

“Think I’m gonna keep you restrained like this for a bit longer, baby. But don’t worry, since you’re being so good, I’ll put on quite the show for you,” you say, shimmying and kissing your way down the center of his stomach, leaving goosebumps in your wake. You nip across the neatly trimmed hairs that rest at the top of his cock, until you come to over them, your lips hovering just above the band of his underwear.

You look up at him through your lashes, and give him a little knowing smile; you love what you do to him and you’ve barely touched him yet. You slip the fabric off of him, releasing his thick cock; it’s bigger than normal right now, pumped full of so much blood, the prominent vein that runs down the side of it bulging, the tip of it shiny with his pre-come.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him. You’ve always admired his thick, delicious cock, but having free reign over it right now, the power to do whatever the fuck you want with it is almost overwhelming. You dart your tongue out and lick the tip of him, the taste is a little salty and heady. You moan and smile, before opening your mouth wide, releasing your tongue so it’s wide and flat. You grab his cock by the base of him and tap the mushroom head of it over your tongue, little thin strings of salvia trailing between your body and his as you do.

“Fuck, baby. You’re such a tease, killin’ me over here,” Jack moans, fighting his fuzzy restraints.

“Oh Jack, my love. Have you learned anything tonight? You’re mine. I’ll do what I want with you when I want to,” you rasp, opening your mouth wide, diving down deep on to the thickness of him as you do.

“Ah shit –” he cries out, happy to finally be touched, but not expecting you to deep-throat him from the get-go. “So good baby, so good oh my god,” he cries out as he juts his hips up, trying to nudge his cock deeper into your wet and waiting throat, chasing the warmth and wetness of it. You keep working him, it’s sloppy and intense, but so damn satisfying. You’re just happy to have him deep inside one of your holes, filling you in just the way you like.

But you want more. As happy as you are to keep up this teasing, taunting, and kinky show, at your core you just need him to fuck you. You need to feel him deep inside of you, deep enough to remind you that he’s here, he’s alive, and he’s yours. You need him to fuck you so hard that the sadness from earlier in the evening spills out of you, retreats into a corner, runs away, and hides, never to be found again.

“Want me to ride you, pretty boy?” You ask, though you already know what the answer will be. He nods furiously, and if you don’t put him out of his misery soon, he has half the mind to punish you.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t catch that – use your words, I know how good you are at that; prove it to me,” you command, running your palm up and down the length of his wet cock, working him within an inch of his life.

“Yes, fuck, please ride me. Need to feel your pussy squeezin’ my cock,” he pleads, his patience wearing thin, “Don’t wanna come like this, sugar. Need to fill up that little pussy of yours, know how much she likes that, my come spilling out of you,” he moans. “Look so pretty when I’m spilling out of you, my girl,” he adds.

As soon as he finishes his last syllable, you line him up with your entrance and sink slowly. You gasp when he’s fully inside, your ass flush against him. From this angle, his cock punches your cervix in a way that deliciously teeters on pain and pleasure. You’re seriously considering uncuffing him, letting him ravage you, but ultimately you’re not ready to end your fun.

Your hand finds purchase on Jack’s sweat-slick chest as you bounce up and grind back down on his vicious cock. Your other hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in tandem with the plunging movement of your hips. Each movement fuses both of you together in shared ecstasy.

The flurry of emotions and sensations you’re experiencing at once is overwhelming; your second orgasm impending, the still raw and pent up feelings from your catastrophizing thought spiral that lasted for hours, and the sweet relief of having your cowboy back home with you. Exactly where he belongs.

He’s close and you’re both a little surprised he’s lasted this long. His honey-like drawl spewing out filthy words. The closer he gets the mouthier he gets.

Atta girl, ride this cock like you mean it. Look like straight up sin like this, baby. Fuckin’ goddess. Fuck fuck fuck. Thank fucking Christ you’re mine. Shit. fuck. damn. All mine, all mine.

Furling headfirst into euphoria, you roar out at a decibel that the neighbors on each side of you won’t appreciate the way that Jack is right now. A new flash of heat spreads throughout your body and you see stars behind your fluttering eyelids. You gush around his cock, pussy pulsating and immersing you both in your release.

“Fuck I’m—“ Jack is cut off by his own hoarse shout as he’s bucked into his own bliss, painting your insides with spurts of cum. He’s pretty sure he has died and went where cowboys go; he’s never come this hard in his life. He’s dizzy, borderline disoriented, chasing his breath like it’s a greased pig and he’s the poor chap pursuing it. You lean down and capture his lips in a frenzied kiss, another way of tethering yourselves to each other and back down to earth.

With trembling limbs you reach over to the nightstand and grab the tiny keys to the cliche cuffs still locked around Jack’s wrists. You fumble through unlocking them and you’re grateful that he is still hazy, otherwise he’d be giving you shit for it.

You dismount off of his softening shaft and feel your spent pussy leak down your inner thighs. A filthy idea pops into your fucked out head, your last act of dominance for tonight. You glide two fingers through your combined juices and bring them to Jack’s lips. The second time your fingers have been in his mouth tonight.

“See how good we taste together, baby,” you command, smearing some onto his plush lips. He sticks out his tongue, waiting for your offering. Much to your delight, he is still pliant under your control after you removed his restraints. He swirls his warm tongue along your fingers, lapping up every last drop.

You move off Jack’s chest in favor of tucking yourself into his side. Even though you were in control tonight, the need to be held post-coitus is still present. When he holds you in his strong arms, it’s your sanctuary. He’s not sure you know, but you’re his sanctuary.

Moments of tranquil pass and Jack breaks the silence.

“So…. Mommy, huh?”

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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"Beautiful Writing and Good Plot" Compilation Part 1

We got a request at some point for stories with "beautiful writing and good plot" and I missed it back then, but here's my compilation, just from going through my bookmarks and looking for key words like *beautifully written, *lyrical, *epic, etc. So, in absolutely no particular order, please enjoy! [And feel free to list your own, and we'll do a Part 2 Compilation for all of yours as well!] ~ mojo

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take me back to a time by DizziDreams (T, 144k, wangxian, my bookmark, PODFIC) - lwj time travels to modern wwx

❤️Dignity and Animality by Anielka (G, 37k, wangxian, my post) - wwx is reincarnated as a rabbit for the 13-year interval: watership down fusion... not necessary to be familiar with watership down

hills and rivers by LtLJ (T, 70k, wangxian, 4 works, my post) - post canon wwx settling into his new life with appropriate drama and angst

help is on the way by Vamillepudding (M, 15k, wangxian, my post) - dreamy, shadowy fairy tale feel about lwj crumbling/recovery in wake of yiling patriarch's dramatic demise... happy ending!

wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, wangxian, my post) - Noping Out Of Society With Your Boyfriend And Your 50 Wen Refugees: The Novel

❤️We'd roll and fall in green by x_los (E, 27k, wangxian, WIP, my post, 2 works, series in progress) - in which canon wwx was always a girl

Vagabond by xantissa (E, 65k, wangxian, my post) - post canon case fic

❤️The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, wangxian, my post) - seriously injured wwx after Qiongqi Path canon divergence: lwj caretakes

❤️A Burning Cold by MountainRose (G, 29k, child wei wuxian, my bookmark) - child wwx barely survives homelessness, is chronically ill, and all of canon is slightly different

❤️Dream a little dream of me by Moominmammashandbag (M, 60k, wangxian, my bookmark) - fix it where wwx never dies, he was imprisoned by the Jin and now is rescued

other earths and skies by binghecarer (T, 54k, wangxian, my bookmark) - East of the Sun, West of the Moon fairy tale au

mercy, tear it down. by orange_crushed (E, 33k, wangxian, my post) - wangxian find peace during Sunshot with dom/sub

and his wanting grows teeth by yukla (T, 25k, wangxian, my post) - au where wwx grows up outside the cultivation world but lwj finds him anyway, casefic

the red dark shifting by typefortydeductions (E, 16k, wangxian, my post) - Star Trek, Tarsus IV au

Imperfect Memory by xantissa (E, 62k, wangxian, my post) - war prize lwj au

❤️爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 69k, wangxian, my post) - post canon case fic

two guys r in love thats literally it by victortor (M, 11k, wangxian, my post) - time travel fix it

seldom all they seem by Fahye (E, 25k, wangxian, my post) - in which wangxian have been betrothed since childhood

come morning light by wolframvonbielefeld (maknaeline) (E, 17k, wangxian, my post) - canon and post-canon, grief, character studies and healing

bring you home by Alasse_Irena (T, 28k, wangxian, my post) - modern au with grief and ptsd and healing

in your skin by darkredloveknot (enheduane) E, 10k, wangxian, my post) - post canon case fic with a little body horror

Grave of a Living God by Gotcocomilk (T, 35k, wangxian, my post) - wwx time travels... but ends up in wen ruohan's clutches

From my heart's ground. by orange_crushed (E, 38k, wangxian, my bookmark) - lwj learns a new cultivation in the 13 years interval

set your old heart free by words-writ-in-starlight (Gunmetal_Crown) (E, 42k, wangxian, my post, 6 works) - canon and post-canon feels and catharsis

❤️As It Should Be by kuro (M, 37k, wangxian, my post) - arranged marriage angst

❤️Ribbons and Heartsongs by jeyhawk (E, 37k, wangxian, my post) - kind of a mesh between space/fantasy/urban fantasy AU

Concerning Rabbits by manta (G, 28k, wangxian, my post) - grief and healing, bunnies and friendships

between the shadow and the soul by cl410 (M, 22k, wangxian, jiang siblings, my post) - post burial mounds wwx is feral and needs help, dreamy fairy tale feel

A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by hansbekhart (E, 22k, wangxian, my post) post canon getting together

Lost and Found by dea_liberty (M, 36k, wangxian, my post) - post canon healing, but maybe not *plotty*

Yúyīn 餘音 by riotintheheartt (E, 18k, wangxian, my post) - au with god lan wangji and amputee wwx hiding/living in his temple

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Under 10k (so maybe slightly less plotty)

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After by tellthemstories (G, 5k, lan sizhui & lan wangji, my post) - parent-child relationship, grief and healing, 13 years

tonight i can write the saddest lines by sarahyyy (G, 4k, wangxian, my post) - amnesiac lwj learns to love wwx all over again, post canon

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 8k, wangxian, my bookmark) - horror with serving of yiling patriarch retribution

you, whose heart would sing of anarchy by doodlebutt (T, 9k, zhuiyi, my bookmark) - #sizhui has full custody of the brain cell; and #rule breaking as a love language

how to tame a dragon by lanwineji (E, 6k, chengyi, my post) - Spirited Away au where lan jingyi trips into another world and discovers jiang cheng

The Feathers in the Thread by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 4k, wangxian, my bookmark) - The Crane Wife fairy tale au

Buried in the Sky, Hallowed by thy Depths by themunchking (T, 9k, wangxian, my post) - in which the Twin Jades are sirens

the sleeper's gift by iliacquer (T, 6k, wangxian, my post) - fairy tale au inspired by Maleficent

the shadow of a name in skin by iliacquer (E, 9k, wangxian, my post) - amnesiac yiling patriarch, fairy tale feel

❤️tie a knife with a ribbon by iliacquer (E, 5k, wangxian, my post) - war prize lwj au, there is some plot with the pwp

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for these hard-working authors if you like – or think others might like – these stories.)

#wangxian fic rec #wangxian #mdzs #the untamed #epic wangxian stories #beautiful writing and good plot #wangxianficfinder compilation post #beautiful writing and good plot compilation #epic mdzs stories #long post

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jedineedlove · 8 months

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Spider Queen?!!

I've been rewatching LMK again for more research and I noticed something odd. It started in Season 1 in Noodles or Death.

These are some of the major issues I have with Spider Queen's Story we see in other episodes she debuted, especially in Revenge of the Spider Queen we have lines like.....

"Monkey King tore me from my throne and took everything I owned." She said to LBD in her host form.

"would be queen of spiders." From Bull King as he was tied up mocking her.

"after all I've won and lost and won again." She says as she threatens MK

In other episodes like 72 Transformations

"I was meant to rule, I would have been a good queen," she says more to herself than to MK

These lines all together tell me a story. I am not claiming at all that this is at all true. I am just saying it like I see it.

Her empire in the east doesn't necessarily mean this was her only empire. This could have been a part 2 of her empire of the west. After a defeat from Wukong, she tried to restart in the east. After a probably short rule was defeated again and those or the ruins of that empire.

The story doesn't end there with Bull King's comment of her being a would-be spider queen and her reaction to Wukong calling her princess. The fact that he uses the title princess to get under her skin says something like she wants the queen title but may have been only able to reach the princess statues. Says that perhaps officially she is not THE Spider Queen. In the JTTW she had sisters. Imagen will you, that after living with sisters and one or two of them being seen as more spider queen and you are only being seen as a spider princess. You want more power so you try to prove yourself as the rightful spider queen but as you are in the prime and are at the tip of the world your plans are foiled by the Monkey King. You are dethroned and shamed No longer able to raise your head high you look for a new start to prove others wrong that you can be a "good queen." So you travel far to the east where you hope no one has heard of your defeat. You find a wonderful spot by the coast to set up shop you enact your plane and after reviving your title as Spider Queen you are once again trampled and this time everything you worked for is plummeted into a sinkhole and then buried.

Now the one thing is the time frame of all this as seen in slide one we see modern people and in her lair in slide 2, there is modern or at least sub-modern piping in her lair. With all the webs it has not been touched in ages though and there are parts of modern above-ground plumbing down there like it was above ground when her empire went down as well as during their fight in Noodle or Death the crew fall deeper then Spider Queen's lair into more sewers that lead to the ocean.

That goes into part two of the theory. That her second rain and second defeat happened years ago just not in ancient China ago we see one man in a t-shirt and paint and one person had brown hair not black. That none of them had old hairstyles like we have seen before like in the pilot a hero is born. So the jab at Spider Queen from Bull King was about her first fall not her second because he would have been buried by then and it also means that her second defeat was not by Wukong but by someone else cause one again in A Hero is Born Wukong had not been seen since Bull King was sealed 500 years prior. You must be wondering who could have stopped her well here is a wild card just a major theory what about one of the dragon clan members one of Mei's ancestors not as ancient as Ao Lie or the dragon of the wasn't but her entire family even without the dragon blade have dragon powers that could have defeated her in a more modern aera.

That's that theory please leave your thoughts in the replies. Also, just as a side thought not a real theory, might make one later. LBD coffin and seal were found under the foundry under Megapolis like Spider Queen why was this Journey of the West character defeated state found in the far east. Perhaps after a smaller defeat in the west she came back for revenge and hunted him and the monk after the Journey to the homes both in the east and was stopped by them then. She was then buried and forgotten.

Please leave comments and your thought I would love to hear them. My brain hurts from all this. :)

#lego monkie kid #jttw #sun wukong #spider queen #lady bone demon #fan thoughts #lego monkey kid theory #lmk #lmk lbd #lmk dbk #lmk time line #lmk jttw

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gabessquishytum · 10 months

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I've been watching a lot of West Coast Swing Dance videos, and I seriously think fandom as a whole is sleeping on this as a new AU: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WsmJllMA5c

WCS competions have a format called Jack & Jill that is totally improv, where your music and often your partner are chosen randomly, and it's a very latin-inspired kind of dance so as a viewer it's very easy to imagine sexual tension between the dancers. You compete as either a leader (typically men) or follower (typically women) and it's essentially the lead's job to provide the strength and stability to show off their follow, who's usually doing the fancier-looking moves like spins and dips.

So imagine: Hob is a well-known swing dance teacher, he mostly makes his money running classes for engaged couples to dance at their weddings, and while he doesn't compete much anymore he's known as a very capable lead. He's an expert at helping beginners learn their fundamentals and feel comfortable.

Meanwhile, Dream is a notoriously difficult follow on the competition circuit. He is very creative, and an undeniably graceful dancer, but he pushes his partners too hard and doesn't actually follow his lead's lead (bratty sub vibes for days).

When the two get partnered up, Dream expects Hob to be boring, but instead it feels like he's being understood for the first time ever. Hob just *gets* him, his footwork is excellent and his read on Dream's body language is like nothing Dream has ever experienced. Hob understands that when Dream pulls away too hard he doesn't want Hob to let go, but instead needs him to match his strength and give Dream a stable anchor for his next crazy move. They are unstoppable force meets immovable object and watching them dance is like magic. There are established couples dancing choreographed dances that don't look as in sync as these two.

And more than that, Hob knows how to 'yes, and' better than any partner Dream has ever had, maintaining his lead and his control no matter what wild new move Dream thinks up and even bringing things to their dance that Dream would never have thought to include. It's enough of a difference for him that at one point Dream gets annoyed at not being the one in control and attempts a move that is genuinely dangerous. But Hob just controls his body's momentum and smoothly turns it into something safe, then pulls Dream close to tsk in his ear.

"Now, don't make me put you over my knee in front of all these people, darling."

I cannot dance to save my LIFE so this fascinates me so much.... improv!!! Wow!!!

Of course Dream is a brat. He wants to be the centre of everyone's attention, naturally, but he also wants to do his own thing. Sometimes he might as well be dancing solo, for all the effort he puts into engaging with his partner. But Hob isn't having any of that. From the first moment, he's forcing eye contact. Reading Dream like a book. Not allowing him the control he's so used to having. And yet he isn't blocking Dream, or stopping him from expressing himself... oh no, he's just matching the energy. If Dream takes it up a notch, Hob is already there with him - he anticipates what Dream might do before Dream has even decided!

Dream hates him. And it's also the most satisfying dance he's ever had. His body is in love. And Hob is infuriatingly casual about the whole thing. He even goes so far as to critique Dream! "Your lines are very good but you do get a bit sloppy with your facial expressions. You could at least try not to look like you want to burn the world down." He means it in a friendly way, Dream thinks, but his ego still can't take it. He vows never to dance with Hob again.

At the next competition, one of the leads drops out, and guess who kindly steps in as a replacement? And guess who gets randomly picked as Dream’s partner?

And after they win the competition, Dream kisses Hob so hard he nearly knocks both of their teeth out. Totally worth it.

#loversreason #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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imdoingsortagay · 11 months

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Milf! Wanda x younger couple Agatha + r Headcanons

Warnings: older woman x younger couple ( Agatha and r are about 26-27 , Wanda is 33is), Dom!Agatha, switch!R, Sub!Wanda,some smut , Milf!Wanda, vision being a bro and unaware husband

Smut below the cut !!!!!

Happy reading gays

Wanda is literally a lonely housewife

She only married Vision to stop the nagging from her dad about “ needing a man “

She spends her time gardening, doing yoga with Dottie.

Wanted to spice up her life

Her prayers are answered when the two of you show

You and Agatha moving to west view after your job offered you a position to run the Westview.

Wanda taking a liking to both of you.

Agatha finding her weird at first but she comes to your house with cookies so it’s fine.

The three of you hanging out when you’re off, watching movies, drinking or swimming in the pool.

Wanda wearing a very revealing swim suit that catches both your eyes and you shyly compliment the older woman which makes her blush.

“ does your husband know about this Maximoff ? Cause he’s clearly dumb” Agatha tells her while you not in agreement.

Wanda always sitting between the two of you when you have movie marathons.

Agatha placing her hand on Wanda’s thigh cause it stops her hand from constantly tapping it while you rest your hand on the older woman’s hand ( she doesn’t mind).

Once Wanda leaves Agatha forms a plan to get Wanda which you agree to

Not before fucking cause she makes y’all va Va voom.

“ do you want mommy to have Maximoff join us bunny? You want her to see you like such a needy sit for me ?”

One time during one of your hangout sessions, Agatha ends up inviting Wanda to swim again while she eats you out cause the bikini you chose looked so good on you.

“ god needy bunny looking so good for mommy rigjt ? I wonder What Wanda would do ?”

Wanda going straight home and touching herself, being a bit of a perv and slowly opening the bedroom window to hear your moans.

Agatha wait a month til the big block party at Dotties house to confront Wanda

You and Agatha go to a room to fuck where the older woman catches you both in the act.

Wanda being ordered to watch the two of you while Agatha fucks into you.

“ fuck you’re both so hot ,” she moans out as she fingers herself, choosing not to wear any panties under to dress.

“ how about you come over and let my bunny use that mouth of hers to make you cum cmon honey don’t be shy”.

Wanda loves when the both of you fuck her.

Someone so hot about two young woman making her a needy little thing is gets Wanda so wet.

Agatha letting you fuck Wanda one time when she was out running errands.

Getting pictures of Wanda’s pussy taking your purple strap 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Which is Agatha’s btw but she lended to you of course.

Agatha being the strict one with Wanda while you’re v soft with her.

When your wife is feeling extra mean she’ll just tie you and Wanda up next to each other while she uses a toy on herself.

“ if either of you behaved , my sweet bunny could have been sucking my tits while Wanda was licking my cunt.

Making Wanda pierce her nipples and the both of you go wild

Wanda sending nudes to the both of you when you’re all busy

Buying lingerie for Wanda to use then taking Polaroids of her to keep in your wallet

Ends with more dirty Polaroids of Wanda being fucked dumb

Agatha like to call Wanda princess , or slut if she’s being mean.

Overall best choice ever

#liz thoughts 💭#lizs writing #agatha harkness x reader #Wanda Maximoff x reader #Wagatha x reader #wandavision imagine #marvel imagine #Agatha harkness x reader x Wanda maximoff

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prpfs · 5 months

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21+ • mxm • discord • multi-para

hiya! i’m ari (26, they/them) and i'm looking for a few mxm rps (inclusive of trans men and nb folks) via discord. 🫧

currently interested in dark-ish themes, but not complete noncon/100% abusive relationships unless they evolve into something more. it isn’t triggering to me, just hard to write something one note long-term imo. also into fluffier smut at the moment.

preferences;

• literate, multi-paragraph writing (minimum is 2 paragraphs)

• 21+ only; i'm 26 and not comfortable with anyone significantly younger than me

• semi-active, as in replies a few times a week. it’s the holiday season, tagging back and forth will be harder for me

• plot and smut (% is dependent on the plot)

• no preference on if my character is top, bottom, dom, sub, etc.

• blacklist (no's): snuff, filth, scat, bestiality, feet, food kink, diapers, extreme gore or torture, doubling

• otherwise kink-friendly and open-minded; just ask!

themes;

• taboo pairings (🕊️🍪) • (realistic) height/size difference • angst • fluff • true love • crushes • corruption •soulmates •experienced x innocent • unhealthy relationships • service tops • dirty talk • slow burns • humiliation kink • lust to love •opposite personalities • hurt/comfort • and more!  (not everything will be applicable to every rp! some of these are contradictory.)

possible settings (bold=craving, but open to all);

• potterverse: harry x draco, sirius x remus, fenrir x remus, credence barebone x percival graves

• song of achilles: achilles x patroclus (inspired or au)

• captive prince; something inspired by or au

• slice of life: neighbors, church, sugar daddy, mafia

• historical: ancient greece; wild west; age of pirates

• fantasy: elves, werewolves, magic, demons, kings and castles, paranormal, sci-fi, omegaverse, etc.

like and i’ll reach out! please have an idea in mind of what you’re interested in!

like if you're interested and op will get back to you

#21+ rp #mxm rp #gay rp #discord rp #original rp #oc rp #ocxoc rp #oc roleplay #dead dove

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Thanks to @jesuisici33, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @orchidscript for the tags and double thanks to @welcometololaland for the tag and thinking up this lovely little game <3

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more)

1. WIP List:

Alright, so to save you from endless scrolling, I'm just going to list those that have a semblance of a plot and some words written (because surprisingly, yes there are more):

you can't catch a sinner with a saint (old west au)

yesterday's love was a warm summer breeze (sequel to the parisian summer romance au)

lone star lately (workplace mid 2000s rom-com au)

beauty lingers out of reach (artist!carlos nude model!tk au)

everybody is somebody's fool (1940s au)

the rolling thunder of your finger tips (reporter!tk weatherman!carlos dom/sub au)

the sunshine is in your smile (alternate first meeting)

these eyes don't cry (5 + 1)

love in a hurricane (bodyguard au)

love by any other name (witness protection au [but make it funny] )

shoot a man and watch him die (on the lam au)

29 going on 30 (tk turns thirty event fic)

come and take a walk on the wild side (partly published, partly driving me bonkers)

We'll be here forever if I tell you the summary of each one, but if you want to know more, don't be afraid to ask!

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?:

come and take a walk on the wild side is currently 60k and does not show ANY sign of stopping right now.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

I'm thinking either the Old West AU or the 1940s AU simply because I plan to do such vast world building.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Old West AU for sure, but that's also where most of my mind has been on my upcoming WIPs. I'm going to love revisiting the "We'll Always Have Paris" verse though.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Either the 1940s AU because it's a case fic and I'll have to put a lot of thought into that b-plot or the On the Lam AU because it's not going to be the most sanitized storytelling.

Neither Carlos nor Tk is the villain, but the world won't see it that way.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

I think it's yesterday's love was a warm summer breeze, the sequel to summer slipped us underneath her tongue.

I didn't expect so many people to be excited for the sequel, let alone love the story so much, so I'm just hoping I continue doing justice to that little world.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

I'm not sure, I think I might need a sensitivity reader for these eyes don't cry simply because I've never written a therapist before.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

come and take a walk on the wild side was on the mend for a second there, but right now the inspiration is back. TK's interlude is being written, ya'll!

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

If you've read any of my AUs you know I LOVE a good OC so this is like asking me to pick a favorite child.

Ruth Baker is an office clerk in the Old West AU who I simply just adore. I get to write things like this:

Roy chuckles and it’s both sinister and mocking. “Oh Reyes, what I actually want to say wouldn’t be polite to do so in such,” Roy’s eyes glance over at Ruth, they land on her chest for a little too long. “Feminine company.” “Eat shit, Roy.” Ruth’s cigarette doesn’t move as she says it, not once looking up from her typewriter.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

come and take a walk is sexy but it's not the couple you necessarily want to root for so that might be subjective. Though, I do get write fun moments like this:

“God,” Hartlock emphasizes the word, putting a mix of exasperation and desperate, wanton longing. TK’s aware of where this is going and decides to lean into it. He lowers himself on his lap, straddling him. Hartlock welcomes him, as if his lap is a spot made for TK. “You are such a handful.” He places his hands on TK’s hips, reaches under his shirt and touches his bare skin. his fingertips feeling like a sunburn. TK leans in and whispers, “I know, but that’s what you’ve got two hands for.” He presses his lips against Sam’s neck, kissing it with intent. Hartlock gives in to the moment, his hands looking to grab purchase on TK’s skin.

If we're talking strictly Tarlos sexy; toss up between the Old West AU and the Bodyguard AU (for now 🤭)

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Definitely these eyes don't cry. That said, it's almost been one of the most fun to write; so what does that really say about me 🥴

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

I write so many AUs so it's hard to say who's extremely true to the show, but maybe these eyes don't cry since it's exploring what the show has given us as Carlos?

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Old West AU most likely. That's one I'm really take my time with the world building on. By the end of you're going to be so sick of hearing about dim bar lightning, crooked streams and blood crusted eyebrows.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

Right now, it's probably yesterday's summer love was a warm summer breeze since I made both TK and Carlos' journey in the Parisian Summer AU so detailed. Now I have to keep it going LMAO

Here's what the research folder looks like right now (and I haven't even fully started writing it yet):

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

Old West AU because I'm finally writing things I've always wanted to give myself the chance to write. Cowboys, religious imagery, a fully fleshed arc and hey, the smut is kind of just icing on the cake at this point.

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

I actually just had one (as in TODAY) and I dreamed I wrote half a chapter of two of them and just POSTED THEM??

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

I'm hesitant to say other stories won't have these things going forward, come and take a walk on the wild side really does utilize the non-linear storytelling tag and the unreliable narrator tag.

You're not supposed to agree with TK often, but that's the point.

That said, I love an unreliable narrator so I can't say it won't show up again. It just doesn't show up in the other works I'm working on, right now.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

Either Lone Star Lately or Beauty Lingers Out of Reach. Lone Star Lately is literally a workplace rom-com au that teeters the line of enemies to lovers it's gotta be FILLED with humor.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Owen's arc is actually the B Plot of the Witness Protection AU! I love a good b-plot (and sometimes even a c-plot) and this one is no different.

Due to being in the Witness Protection program and not being able to be out in the public eye as often as he used to, he can't be a firefighter for the time being. So, now he has to figure out who he is when he's not his job.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Four of these AUs already have sequels outlined - some are multi-chapter, some are just really long one-shots

I'm actually working on one that's a giant secret and I can't wait to share it with all of you (it's been a blast to write so far)

no pressure tagging: @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @strandnreyes, @reyesstrand, @bonheur-cafe, @freneticfloetry, @rosedavid, @ambiguouspenny, @wandering-night19, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @lightningboltreader, @paperstorm, @three-drink-amy, @chaotictarlos, @carlos-tk, @sanjuwrites, @birdclowns, @basilsunrise, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @catanisspicy, @rmd-writes, @kiloskywalker, @whatsintheboxmh, @guardian-angle22 and of course anyone who wants to join in :)

if you're an artist, gifmaker or cross-stitcher, these questions might be better suited for you :)

#alright sorry for making you scroll through the fucking declaration of independence but this was fun!#thanks for thinking this up lola <3 #tag you're it

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NR Manhattan

Manhattan is the main setting of Newsies Rewritten, following the actions of Lower Manhattan’s strike before spreading to the rest of the borough and then the city.

Led by Jack Kelly, Manhattan pairs sub-boroughs under one leader with those leaders reporting to Jack. (Ex. Jack runs the entirety of Lower Manhattan, Racetrack runs the Green Village sub-borough paired with Albert running the Lower East Side. Jack mainly runs with Green Village and Race acts as his second.)

Leaders of Manhattan usually model themselves after entertainers, Jack’s being a dime novel cowboy while Race may model himself after Ted Sloan, a popular horse jockey of the time.

Within the sub-boroughs, newsies run in groups of 5-6, a trend started by Jack. The small groups or “crews” run like an outlaw gang (wild west reference.) Jack doesn’t handle any disputes unless they disturb his own peace, which eventually more and more often as we get closer to the strike and when Jack needs to unify the group.

Manhattan wears sky blue to indigo, as purple was an expensive color and Manhattan was known was known as the financial district. (Violets were for Brooklyn Newsies as it was a more reddish tone). Most newsies can’t afford to buy shirts to represent their borough, but many mentors who save up pass their old shirts down to their apprentices whenever they get themselves a newer shirt, funnily spreading the tradition of “the more blue you wear, the more Manhattan you are.”

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xfilesposterproject · 11 months

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Hi! Sorry if you've ever answered this before, I just discovered your blog and work and am absolutely in love with your West Wing posters. I was wondering whether you'd ever consider selling PDFs versions?

Thanks so much! Great question. I get this from time to time about pieces I post that I haven't made available as prints. I generally don't sell my work as PDFs or as digital content in general for two main reasons:

1) Piracy. I don't love the idea of high-res print-ready versions of my work out there in the wild. It's the same reason I always share my work at a lower-resolution than would be ideal for printing. 2) Quality Control. The printing process has a lot of factors to it - print method, sizing, paper type, bleed, finish - and a design can end up looking really bad in print form if any of them are out of sync with a design. I'd hate to put that burden on someone who buys a digital file of a design they love and then ends up with a sub-par print through no fault of their own.

The good news in this case is that all of my West Wing episode designs are currently available as prints in my shop in two sizing options! You can find all 16 prints (along with t-shirts of select designs) here. I hope this helps!

#the west wing #posters #prints #digital art #TV #movies #design #retro #vintage #bartlet for america #fan art #art #xfilesposterproject

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 10 months

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OK . . I think I did this right? For the 2023 Klaine Bingo

1.) Debut Fanfic:

Trick or Treat by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

2.)Page-turning Fanfic that made you stay up past your bedtime:

Soulsongs and Seastars by GleefulPoppet

3.)Fanfic that made you reach for a box of tissues:

The Edge of the Light by gemjam

4.)Fanfic where one has an unusual occupation.:

Bicycle Patrol Unit by CoffeeAddict80

5.)Wild Card - any fanfic you wish to highlight.:

Yule Be Mine by scatterthestars

6.) Fanfic set during the summer:

Miles To Go by hundredindecisions

7.) Fanfic is written for a challenge.

Myosotis series by maanorchidee ( Written for Klaine Advent Challenge 2019)

8.) Fanfic that made you laugh out loud.

Skylight by DivineLady91

9.) Fanfic that you enjoyed using a genre/trope that you don't normally read.

Until My Dying Breath by EmilianaDarling

Thank you Anon - for your contribution to the 2023 Klaine bingo event! ~Jen The Bingo Collection now on Ao3!

1. Debut Fanfic

Trick or Treat by bitbybit (puttingittogether) @bitbybitwrites

Summary: It’s Halloween and Blaine’s favorite time of year. Little does he know that his husband has a bit of a trick and treat waiting for him when he gets home.

Based off of the Klaine Creative Challenge #1/ Halloween/Costume Klaine from the Klaine 40 FB group.

Prompt: where Kurt is in costume and ready to go out, and Blaine walks in and sees him like that. Inspired by Chris Colfer's 2021 Halloween video from Instagram and his outfit.

2. Page-turning Fanfic that made you stay up past your bedtime:

Soulsongs and Seastars by @GleefulPoppet

In a world where Doms and subs depend on the symbiotic relationship their pheromones provide, it can be a matter of life and death to go too long without a claim. When one of the most powerful Doms in New York comes home for some much-needed family time, he stumbles upon a scene that throws his instincts into high alert as he witnesses a sub do something he’s never seen before. Will the bravery of one man change his life forever? Kurt Hummel knows there’s only a one-in-a-million chance of finding his Soulsong, but what are the odds it could happen in a run-down mall in Lima, Ohio?

3. Fanfic that made you reach for a box of tissues:

The Edge of the Light by gemjam

After Kurt calls off their wedding, Blaine spirals into a bad place that he never manages to get out of. He accepts his life, working the streets at night and sleeping his days away, until a chance encounter two years later leads Kurt back into his life, and Blaine has to re-evaluate everything to see if he can really earn a happy ending.

4. Fic where one has an unusual occupation.:

Bicycle Patrol Unit by CoffeeAddict80 @caramelcoffeeaddict

When NYPD bicycle cop, Blaine Anderson, begins to fall for Kurt Hummel - the gorgeous man that he first notices while Kurt is jogging through the park during Blaine’s patrol there - it causes a rift between him and his patrol partner, Sebastian Smythe

5. Wild Card - any fanfic you wish to highlight.:

Yule Be Mine by @scatterthestars

Crashing weddings is nothing new for Kurt. Being caught, however, is. When a handsome stranger comes to his rescue, he has no problem going along with Blaine's plan of pretending to be his boyfriend for the night. But one thing leads to another and Kurt soon finds himself agreeing to spending a week with Blaine and his family for Christmas. What can go wrong? He'll play pretend. Hang ornaments on the tree, decorate some cookies, and have fun in the snow. He won't fall for Blaine's family. And definitely won't fall for the handsome, great guy he's pretending to date. Right?

6. Fanfic set during the summer:

Miles To Go by hundredindecisions

In the wake of Finn’s death, Kurt struggles to keep up with schoolwork at NYADA or engage with his life in general. He finally finds purpose again when he decides to spend the summer venturing west, to scatter Finn’s ashes in the Pacific Ocean. The road trip is long and lonely and challenging, but Kurt’s luck starts to turn around when he meets a handsome man named Blaine, who’s heading to California for his own reasons. After crossing paths in Colorado, they decide to travel together. As they get closer to the west coast they start to let down their walls, learning more about each other and revealing what they’re really seeking on this trip.

7. Fanfic is written for a challenge.

Myosotis series by maanorchidee ( Written for Klaine Advent Challenge 2019)

Kurt remembers meeting Blaine very vividly. After all, they only just met. Blaine also remembers meeting Kurt very vividly, but to him, it's been years since they met. Now, the two of them have to find ways to (re)connect and see where their relationship goes.

8. Fanfic that made you laugh out loud.

Skylight by DivineLady91

When Blaine's mom calls from the airport to inform her son that she's shown up early for Christmas, he and Kurt are forced to scramble and clean before she arrives. Seeing as they were indulging in morning-long sex-capades, they'll need all the time they have. But their cleaning efforts get called on account of something inappropriate stuck in an unexpected place.

9. Fanfic that you enjoyed using a genre/trope that you don't normally read.

Until My Dying Breath by EmilianaDarling

*Sorry written 2012 - doesn't qualify for this bingo which is 2018-23!

#2023 klaine bingo #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #glee fanfiction

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Lost in translation of Word of Honor: southern barbarians and their association with poison

In Word of Honor, Zhao Jing sometimes calls Xie Wang 小南蛮子 xiao nanmanzi - “little southern barbarian”. In the English subtitles, 南蛮 was translated simply as “barbarian”, however, the omission of “southern” not only makes Xie Wang’s ethnicity less specific but also deprives him of an important background characterization: in the Han Chinese folklore, “southern barbarians” have a long-standing association with sinister witchcraft, poison and venomous creatures.

Nanman 南蛮, or nanmanzi 南蛮子 - this is how non-Han people of the South China and Vietnam were called by the Han Chinese in the old times:

The ancient Chinese mytho-geography and cosmography were based on the concept of round Heaven (天 tian) above and square Earth below (天下 tianxia - "Under Heaven"). The Han Chinese lived in the center of this square. They were surrounded by the so-called Four Barbarians: Beidi, or Northern Di - in the north, Dongxi, or Eastern Xi - in the east, Nanman, or Southern Man - in the south, and Xirong, or Western Rong - in the West. This was not ethnic, but a solely territorial classification, based on cardinal directions.

If you read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms or played Dynasty Warriors: Meng Huo, Zhurong, Ahuinan, Wutugu - they are Nanman.

Nan 南 means “south”. Man 蛮 means “southern barbarian”, and also "wild, barbaric; rude, arrogant; headstrong, tyrannical”: the Han Chinese considered themselves more civilized than other nations so they looked at their neighbors with contempt, the same as people of the Roman Empire looked at “barbarians” on their borders.

Now excuse me for a bit, I need to rant. Why do translators blindly trust Google Translate?! Lord Seventh, Faraway Wanderers, Word of Honor - everywhere the birthplace of Wuxi and Xie Wang, a fictional land called Nanjiang 南疆 (”Southern Frontier”), was translated as “South Xinjiang" - i.e. the south of Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region (now infamous for the Uyghur genocide). Yeah, 南疆 can be used as a shorthand for “South Xinjiang” but not in this case since it contradicts everything else in the text: Nanjiang is explicitly said to be in the South, its people are called “southerners”, while Xinjiang is in the extreme North-West of China! Not to mention that the name “Xinjiang” 新疆 (”New Frontier”) for that region didn’t even exist back then, it’s relatively recent: it first appeared in the 18th century, after the Qing Empire conquered these lands.

I mean, Xinjiang:

And the south of China - what fictional Nanjiang is supposed to look like:

The description of Nanjiang in Lord Seventh:

“The dense forests of South Xinjiang that were filled with dark fog year round and the strongholds held up by massive mountains seemed shabby and insignificant in front of this long and unbroken stretch of rivers and mountains that continued on for thousands of miles.”

The description of Nanjiang in Faraway Wanderers:

“The lush green of trees that stayed flourishing year-round, the bright prosperity, the birds that passed by, the ranges of mountains extended up and down uninterrupted, like the curve of a beauty’s back. This place was South Xinjiang.”

Meanwhile, the real South Xinjiang:

So no, Wuxi and Axinlai from Lord Seventh, Xie Wang from Word of Honor - they are neither Türks (Uyghur), nor Mongols, nor some other steppe nomads from the North-West China or beyond! They are Nanman, “southern barbarians” from the forested mountain lands south of the Yangtze.

This is not only a matter of their ethnic origin - there are also certain ethnic and territorial stereotypes that serve as a background characteristics (the ones that the author doesn’t need to write explicitly) and enhance the image of the characters:

Xinjiang (or, rather, the Great Steppe and the Western Regions): horses, flocks of sheep, steppes, drought, ancient cities of the Silk Road, nomadic Türks and Mongols in sheepskin coats - brute but honorable warriors skilled in archery and horse-riding. Nanjiang (”Southern Frontier”): impenetrable subtropical forests and mountains filled with snakes and other venomous creatures, mysterious tattooed southerners, shamans and their sinister witchcraft.

Perhaps, if you’ve never heard about Xinjiang, it’s no big deal: Nanjiang, Xinjiang - who cares! But if you have - it’s VERY confusing. Like, why Xie Wang is such an atypical Uyghur, and how Jing Beiyuan and Wuxi managed to get so quickly from Xinjiang to Jiangnan (the region south of the Yangtze where most of the action of WoH takes place) - they had to cross the whole China!, and if they are the Steppe nomads from Xinjiang then where the hell are their horses?!

Ok, back to Nanman.

In WoH, Zhao Jing uses 小南蛮子 xiao nanmanzi (”little Nanman”, ”little southern barbarian”) as an affectionate nickname for Xie Wang. At least once he also shouts it when angry, clearly not meaning it as a term of endearment. So, depending on intonation, the connotation may change from ”oh, my cute little southern barbarian” to “you, stupid little southern barbarian”.

How did the peoples of South China come to be associated with poisons and all kinds of venomous creatures?

In the old times, the south beyond the Yangtze river was a place of exile where no one went voluntarily: there were diseases for which Han Chinese didn’t have immunity, swarms of mosquitoes, lots of venomous insects and reptiles, mountains covered by impassable jungles, hostile tribes, an unbearably hot and humid climate... Being exiled to the South meant practically a death sentence. Many died from local diseases (e.g., malaria), which couldn’t be diagnosed and treated back then, so people believed that evil sorcery and poison were to blame. That’s how the South - and the southern peoples - eventually came to be associated with poison.

Evil sorcery related to venomous insects and reptiles is called gu 蛊, or 巫蛊 wu gu - shamanic gu.

Gu usually refers to: 1) venomous insects; 2) evil magic associated with poisons and curses. There are other meanings as well but these 2 are the most common.

The character “gu” 蛊 (or 蠱, in the traditional Chinese) consists of elements 虫 (蟲) - “insect”, and 皿 - “pot”, and here is why:

To acquire the gu poison, one had to catch five types of venomous creatures - snakes, centipedes, scorpions, toads and spiders, put them into a pot and leave the pot closed for a long time. The creatures inside killed and devoured each other until only one was left. This survivor absorbed venomous qualities of the defeated and eaten enemies and became the most venomous and poisonous creature in the world. Now it could be used as a source of the gu poison - the main weapon of black magicians and sorcerers.

According to some legends, this gu-creature became for the sorcerer something akin to familiar of the European witches. With its help, one could inflict diseases or malicious curses - or use it for mundane tasks, like keeping the house clean and tidy. If a gu-creature was fed small children (adults were also ok, but, apparently, harder to get), it defecated in gold and silver, making its owner rich: the Han Chinese believed that in the South it was customary for families to rely on a gu-creature for the prosperity of the household.

The Miao (Hmong) people who live in South China, in Vietnam and in some other countries of Southeast Asia, came to be especially strongly associated with gu.

According to the Han Chinese superstitions, each Miao wielded a sinister sorcery-gu. Travelers to the southern lands were even advised to use silver chopsticks: supposedly their tips would blacken if gu poison is added to the food. The fear of gu was so strong that even in the beginning of the 20th century in China the Miao were forbidden to visit city markets.

In the Chinese WoH fandom, there is a fanon that Xie Wang is an ethnic Miao. A “southern barbarian” whose national name Xiejieliubo 蝎揭留波 includes character 蝎 xie - “scorpion”, who specializes in poisons, and leads an organization called “Venomous Scorpions” inevitably draws an association with all the gu-related folklore and thus with Miao. In this case, Great Shaman Wuxi and, probably, Du Pusa (Venomous Bodhisattva; seductress who uses poisons) should be Miao as well.

Miao women were considered especially knowledgeable in gu witchcraft. Travelers were warned against romantic liaisons with Miao women: they would seduce the man, then secretly add gu poison into the food and make their lover promise to come back. Woe to the one who breaks this promise: the slow-acting poison will mercilessly kill the unfaithful lover.

Most likely, the demonization of women of the South was caused by their relative freedom in comparison to the Han women. Although this quote doesn't speak about Miao, it presents the overall image of women of the southern tribes in the eyes of a Han Chinese of old:

“Li [Jing in 1304-05] observes many native customs that sharply contrasted with those of the Chinese, the most striking of which is probably the role of women, in terms of their dress, social and economic roles, and marriage. In the case of the Bai people, girls and widows would freely have sex with men as and when they liked. As for the Luoluo, women let their hair down and wore cotton clothes; the wealthy wore embroidered clothes, while the commoners put on sheepskins, and the skirts of girls hardly covered their knees. [...] Virginity was not important, and girls had the freedom to have sex with men; virginity may even have been a barrier to marriage. If a girl died before marriage, all the men who had had relations with the girl had to hold up a banner to see her off. If the banners numbered 100 (or more), the girl was considered to have been especially beautiful. Her parents would cry and lament: “How could we have known that our daughter who is loved by so many men would have died so young?” The Moxie women in the Yunnan-Tibet border area wore felt wraps and black clothes. They went barefoot, and wore their hair in buns. Women wore wool yarn as a skirt, with much of the body uncovered. Even when married, they were not restrained from having sex with other men. [...] Before their marriages, the Luoluo women first had to have relations with the shaman, and then dance with the groom’s brothers. Only after that could she be married to her husband. If one brother refused to dance, he would be considered unrighteous and could threaten the relationship among his brothers. Women played important and influential roles in tribal politics. If a Luoluo chieftain died without a male heir, his wife or daughters would take the position. The female chieftain often had a dozen male attendants, with whom she could have sex. Moxie women in north-western Yunnan sometimes acted as mediators when a war between tribes broke out.”

Between Wind and Clouds: The Making of Yunnan, Second Century BCE to Twentieth Century BCE by Bin Yang

Now I think it’s clear where Du Pusa character stems from: a seductive beauty from the South whose main weapon is poison.

Of course, the folklore about gu witchcraft found its way into the wuxia genre. Jin Yong, considered one of the founders of this genre, laid the base of how the “southern barbarians” are portrayed in wuxia and strengthened their connection to poisons in the popular culture.

Several of his novels depict the Five Poisons cult 五毒教, or the Five Immortals cult 五仙教. This cult is based in South China, more specifically, on The Five Poisons Mountain in Miaojiang 苗疆 (“Miao Frontier”). “Five Immortals” in the cult’s name refer to “five poisons” - five venomous creatures used in the gu sorcery: toads, spiders, scorpions, snakes, and centipedes.

For example, in Jin Yong’s Smiling, Proud Warrior the head of the Five Poisons cult, Lan Fenghuang (Blue Phoenix) is knowledgeable in poisons and commands various venomous creatures. In the novel, she is described as wearing Miao dress so some adaptations base her design on the Miao traditional costume, others go for a “generic barbarian” look typical for Chinese tv (with obligatory “barbarian braids”):

Most members of the Five Poisons cult are women skilled in using poison and seduction.

After Jin Yong, the Five Poisons 五毒 organization can be found in other books, online games, etc. Here are characters belonging to The Five Poisons faction from games 劍網三 and 天涯明月刀:

The gu sorcery is very popular in wuxia and xianxia, although not every character using gu hails from the South. In Jin Yong’s Legend of the Condor Heroes, there are several practitioners of gu, most notably Ouyang Feng. In Xiao Ding’s Zhu Xian, Qin Wuyan from the Thousand Poisons Sect controls all kinds of venomous creatures by playing his dizi flute. In danmei-novel Poison of the Human Panacea, swarms of gu insects live inside the body of their master. And so on.

Chinese ficwriters can be very creative with how gu creatures are used: as an aphrodisiac, or a mind-control device (like a Brain Slug), or a gu creature transforms into tentacles that obey the gu master (tentacle porn with another character ensues), or there can be all kinds of drama and suffering when a character raises or is forced to raise an especially powerful gu inside their own body, etc.

So, as a conclusion:

If in a Chinese media there is a “southern barbarian”, most likely he/she will be associated with witchcraft and poison (speaking of Priest’s novels and their adaptations, that would be Xie Wang in WoH, Wuxi in Lord Seventh). And if there is an expert in poison - most likely that will be someone from the South.

This is why it’s an important detail that Xie Wang is not just any “barbarian”, but hails specifically from the South, as it explains his affinity with poisons and reinforces his image as a dangerous and venomous creature.

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