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❛ Your Mine ❜ - Chapter 3

yandere!Lan Wangji X Fem!Wen!Reader

| YANDERE + DARK CONTENT | this meaning, if you don't like this content, then just scroll away

WC; 2.3k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW : noncon leading into dubcon, virginity taking, oral -> female recieving, slight rough sex, he gets softer but she still doesn't want it, piv, vop, missonary, prone bone, over stimulation, no protection, wrap before you tap pls, creampies + more

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒞𝐻𝒜����𝒯𝐸𝑅 𝒮𝒰𝑀𝑀𝒜𝑅𝒴 :: Jiang Cheng searches for you as you left the Jiangs so suddenly, so, Wangji gets the wrong idea, thinking you are lovers. This moment creates just the beginning of his yandere tendencies and his demeanour changes. An argument arises and he kisses you which then leaves you wondering why Lan Wangji is doing this, the HanGuang-Jun is kissing you with such anger. Then, this leads to Non-consensual sex but Wangji makes sure to take care of you in the kindest way possible, calming you down and after it leads to Dubconsensual sex now that you have realised your feelings for him.

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Jiang Cheng burst through the quiet of Gusu like a shot, and determination burned fiercely in his eyes with a ready flame. As though filled with roaring flames, he had already stormed through the halls of the Lan residence, saying, "Where is she? Where is {Y/n}?".

Lan Wangji's expression did not change, but his body was tense. His eyes locked with Jiang Cheng's, resolute yet, at the same time, calm. "She is safe in Gusu. Recovering from her injuries."

Jiang Cheng stared, now somewhat anxiously, but felt anger indeed swell inside him. "You have no right keeping her from me. Left without saying a single word, and I need to know why. What in the. is going on here?"

Lan Wangji's face was cold as his voice was frosty. "She was hurt, and she needs to rest. She should not go out and about, and here, I can protect her. She has nothing to do with you now."

The words cut deep, and Jiang Cheng's fists clenched at his sides. "I am her concern. I care about her, and have every right to know what's happening."

At that, Lan Wangji's eyes suddenly turned dangerous. "You have no right to her. She belongs to me to protect," he said.

He had worried so much for you, Jiang Cheng. That he had even left with a heavy heart, promising his own heart that if not now, then soon he would discover the truth. And that's when Lan Wangji began to shift more toward his possessive yandere attitude—something that was to be vehemently protected.

Later that evening, Lan Wangji entered your room quietly, his expression a mask of composed intensity. He approached your bed, where you lay resting.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his with curiosity, but you held lingering fear in your eyes, after all, you weren't allowed to leave. "Lan Wangji," you said softly. "You didn’t need to chase Jiang Cheng away. I’m fine now."

Lan Wangji’s gaze was intense, almost unnervingly focused. "You were not fine," he said, his voice low and edged with something darker. "You were in danger, and you need to recover. I will not allow anyone to jeopardize your safety."

A frown creased your forehead. "But why did you have to be so harsh with him? He was only worried about me."

Lan Wangji's expression hardened, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "He has no claim over you. You are mine, and I will protect you as I see fit."

The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. "Lan Wangji, I—"

Before you could continue, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a sudden, fierce kiss. The kiss was rough, filled with an intensity that left you breathless. It was as if he was trying to imprint his presence onto you.

His tongue was forcing itself into your mouth and you gasped, pawing at Lan Wangji's robes to push him off. You didn't want this but why was your body reacting differently? However, the kiss hurt and you were struggling to breathe. 

Your heart began to beat faster and faster than you thought you might faint. Thankfully, he pulled away, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were dark with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. You stared at him, your heart racing from the suddenness of the kiss and the raw anger you had felt.

"Why?" you asked, your voice trembling. "Why are you doing this?"

Lan Wangji’s eyes softened, though his gaze was still intense. "Because I care for you more than anyone else. I cannot bear the thought of losing you to anyone or anything."

You tried to process his words, the mixture of anger and affection in his actions confusing you. "But Jiang Cheng… he was only trying to help."

Lan Wangji’s expression grew colder. "He is not to be trusted. You belong here, with me. I will not allow anyone to take you away."

The possessiveness in his voice was unmistakable, and a chill ran down your spine. "Lan Wangji, I’m grateful for everything you’ve done, but you can’t keep me locked away like this. I have my own life, my own responsibilities."

Lan Wangji’s gaze turned steely, his jaw set with determination. "Your life is here, with me. I will protect you from everything, even from yourself if necessary."

"But-!" 

You were cut off when his lips were forcefully pressed against your own, tongue slipping past your plump and already swollen lips. His tongue was entangling with your own, but it was so filled with force you didn't know what to do, you felt so hopeless under this touch that it felt as if all the strength has left your body. 

"N-No," you choke out through the kiss that even took your voice away. "S-Stop, pl-ease."

He didn't listen.

Your arms were being pinned against the bed beside your head, Lan Wangji had your legs spread with his knees. So, as much as you thrashed around you wouldn't be able to move. 

"You move again, and I'll do something you won't like," Lan Wangji mutters pulling away from your lips and leaving a trail of hickeys from your jaw to your exposed shoulder.

That statement shut you up and you forced yourself to stop moving. 

You Hanfu was stripped from your body and so were his white and blue detailed robes. Lan Wangji sat imposingly over you, he quickly entangled a hand in your hair, entangling the stands around his sturdy fingers. A yelp leaves your mouth when you are forced onto your knees and elbows facing him, his cock hard, up against his chest and you nibble your bottom lip in fear.

You didn't want to do this, but what other choice did you have? You didn't know what the consequence would be to disobey him. 

"Suck." The words were very simple and you hesitantly lowered your head. 

But, you didn't know what to do, you've never even engaged in such an act like this.

"So big," you mumbled, eyes widening in fear, wondering how he was expecting you to such your mouth full with his cock with his girth and size.

Lan Wangji hummed in reply. "Yeah? And you're going to take all of it," he continues, his command leaving no room to disobey.

You had no clue what you were doing. You place a kiss on the tip of his throbbing cock while angling it to your mouth, hand holding the base. You experimentally gaze up at Lan Wangji and his eyes bored into yours, a red flush coating his cheeks. 

Hesitantly, you looked back to his cock and drag the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins that sprung up to the head of his cock, low groans leaving his mouth at the contact.

Lan Wangji's head threw back, his grip tightening on my hair as a gasp came from his lips. His mouth hissed as your fingers toyed with the slit in his shaft, spreading the pre-cum that spilt from his swelled tip before finally taking his throbbing length into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his swollen pink tip before you took his cock further into your mouth.

"Look at you," Lan Wangji hummed and a pained whimper leaves your mouth, spreading vibrations through his cock. He moaned helplessly in response, bucking his hips roughly into your mouth causing you to gag.

You let your mouth slip off of his cock as you heaved for air. "Keep going," he demands and you shake your head, not wanting to anymore, it hurts so much.

All of a sudden, his grip on your hair tightened and a yelp left your mouth as tears poured from your eyes. He pushed your head back down, your lips and mouth swallowing his thick cock once more into your warm and hot mouth.

You were trying to take him as deep as you could without gagging on his cock, using your hand to jerk off the reminder that didn't fit into your mouth. Lan Wangji's moans grew louder before he struggled to maintain a still stature. Lan Wangji began to move your head through the tuffs of your hair, your movements not your own as you removed your hand and let him take control.

He moans, "Feel so good."

When you take him carelessly and put him into your mouth, more tears pour out your eyes. Your cunt was soaking wetter by the moment, and your eyes widened at the realisation. Were you getting turned on by this? Your slick was coating your calf as you rested your wait on the muscle.

Lan Wangji started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth.

Lan Wangji's eyes were wide when he looked down to see the tears slipping from your eyes. "See, wasn't that hard now, was it? It's okay," he cooed, stroking the back of your head as you sobbed in his arms. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm here."

You didn't reply causing him to frown while you averted your gaze, his seed spilling from the corners of your lips. He realised that you had neither swallowed nor spit out his cum, he felt some sort of sympathy for you, he almost felt bad for what he had done.

But he discarded that though. You were his and it didn't matter what he did to you.

"Spit it out," Lan Wangji said and your eyes widened, not expecting that he would ask you to spit it out. You were waiting for him to yell at you to swallow his cum.

You let the liquid seep out your mouth beside the bed with a light cough as most of the cum leaked out your lips. 

You helplessly thought that this was over but it wasn't, Lan Wangji had pushed you back down to the bed, your back slamming against the plushy sheets and your eyes widened. 

"W-What are you-?" you asked distressed, your voice slightly raspy from him pounding his hips into your throat.

"Be quiet," he whispered into the shell of your ear before biting it and you let out a whimper causing him to raise a brow at your reaction. 

He delicately bites the shell of your ear making you let out a quiet whimper. you could feel him smile against your ear at your reaction. Lan Wangji's touch caused you to dig your nails slightly into his chest leaving light crescent marks causing more deep exhales of breaths to get caught in your ear.

Lan Wangji moved his head and his body suddenly firmly pressed against yours and you whimpered at the feeling of his dick pressing up against your stomach. His lips mingled with mine his minty taste and smell overflowed your senses making it a complete euphoria for you. you cupped the back of his neck to create a deeper angle for him to explore deeper into your mouth with our tongues continuing to entangle with each other.

He was so rough with you, borderline sexually harassing you and why did you feel so good now?

Lan Wangji groans into your mouth, the hand that was trailing down your thigh moved swiftly back to your waist and the other intertwined with your hair at the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him. you let out breathy sighs into him as your own hand interlaced with his blonde and your other wrapped around behind his neck.

"Shhh, it's okay," Lan Wangji hums. "You'll be okay."

His other hand moved its way down to tightly lift your thigh up which made his body mould closer to yours making you feel his dick press up against your soaked core. The kiss slows down and turns soft and almost desperate it's as if he wants to take his time with you, savouring every inch of your taste, to take his sweet time to memorise you.

He presses his lips against mine to take your mind off the pain that's probably soon to come. you feel a hard tip get lubricated at your entrance making your back arch into him as you let out a strangled moan of pleasure into his mouth. He continues to push further into you making your eyebrows furrow together in pain but the pleasure is still overwhelming your senses making tears prick at your eyes.

"Oh, you feel so good," Lan Wangji whimpers into your neck. "You're so perfect."

You moan. The feeling of pure ecstasy of him fully entered you, the pain gone.

You feel his dick scraping across your plush walls in all the right places as he slowly exited your cunt, but not fully. Our moans and whimpers get swallowed by each other. you feel his thrusts speed up and you moan in response, your walls clenching around him causing the grip LanWangji held on your thigh and waist to tighten.

The coil in your stomach getting tighter and your moans slightly became higher. LanWangji continued to groan into your neck after he pulled away from the heated kiss.

You say moaning throughout your sentence, "Feels so good-"

"I'm close-," He groans.

you felt the coil in your stomach snap as your back arched painfully into LanWangji's bare chest causing LanWangji to groan and his arms moved to wrap tightly around you. After a few more pumps LanWangji came, letting a few more rolls of his hips into you to help ride out both our highs before he pulled out slowly, making sure not to hurt you.

Lan Wangji slumped down beside you before he slipped the condom off his length and walked over to the bathroom with a warm, damp wash cloth to clean you up and after he did so, you did the same.

As you watched him clean you up, you realised why you had enjoyed the sex. 

You love him.

You fell in love with him.

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Mdzs scenario!

MO DAO ZU SHI X READER

(NO GENDER MENTIONED)

Au: you've died however you find yourself waking up. You're greeted by a goddess who tells you that you must choose someone to reincarnate as. She also tells you that you'll have a SYSTEM.

(read the bottom for more info pls)

Some things can't be avoided.

Wei Wuxian = you'll still fall down the burial mounds no matter what you do. ( SYSTEM will force you to go so killing wen chao isn't solving it. )

Lan Wanji = The whippings he got in the canon is something you're also going to suffer. ( If not for one reason than another SYSTEM will make sure of that. )

Jin guangyao = You must still kill Nie mingjue. ( Have fun dealing with Nie Huaisang. )

Wen Chao = Wei Wuxian MUST be thrown the burial mounds by you/Wen Chao and the Jiang's must be killed.

Jiang Yanli = Sacrificing yourself to save Wei Wuxian is something you must do. ( Going to the battlefield where she died. ) [ Hint: bring a sword instead of going weaponless like the canon and learn to use it. Might help :) ]

Wen Qing = you will still have to do the golden core removal to wei wuxian. You must also turn yourself in to the Jin's.

Who do you choose? THINK carefully.

Author note: sorry if this doesn't make much sense it's all for fun so don't think much of it! Leave a note to support me <3 thank you for reading.

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Eclipsing the Sun

Updated here first at AO3

 The reader is called Dúzhě (读者) which means “reader”

Obviously, I'm trying to name the reader like Kim Dokja as I learned his name means reader

As I wrote the story, calling the reader, A-Wen, was weird to me, and given that people call each other by their full name and in third person so

9/20/23; Did some small editing

Life (here) | Destiny’s Design | Threaded Fate

Chapter One | Life

Out of all families you could have transmigrated in the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, you transmigrated as a Wen. As annoying as the Sect Leader and his sons are, you are luckily born into the Dafan Wen branch, making your position in the story a mob character and hidden from the main cast. The moment you transmigrated and gained your bearings, you already had a plan in mind for the Wens who will cause problems in the future.

“Duzhe-xiongjie[1]!” You heard someone call your name. You whipped your nose with your handkerchief before turning to see Wen Ning calling for you. “Jiejie is asking for you to join her at lunch,”

“Alright, I will head over in a moment, A-Ning,”

“Mm,” Wen Ning nodded. He glanced at your work worriedly before leaving the cave you were in. After making sure Wen Ning left, you let the blood drip from your nose.

“This Tangdi[2] and Tangjie[3] of mine is too perceptive,” you mumbled to yourself. You quickly packed up your work and hid it. Wen Qing is probably going to discuss the Cloud Recesses lecture with you, you thought as you whipped your nose again. After double-checking that your work was hidden, you left your cave to join Wen Qing and Wen Ning for lunch. You wondered if there would be a chance for you to befriend the main cast.

—

Somehow you befriended Wei Ying, but at the same time, he cast his misfortune on you and now you're forced to be punished with him. At least you can have a closer look at Lan Zhan, but you awkwardly make eye contact with him each time he catches you staring blatantly at him. You are also not looking forward to the teasing from the Wen son you-forgot-the-name-of or Wen Qing scolding.

“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying called out repeatedly. Normally, you would feel annoyed at becoming an invisible third wheel, but this is WangXian in front of you. It is also entertaining to analyze Lan Zhan’s facial movements. You are already wishing for this moment to last a bit longer as in the future, you hope that these two will not be too mad with your actions as you already become attached to them.

“Wen Duzhe!” Wei Ying called out, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?” you replied.

“It’s dinnertime.” Lan Zhan announced.

“Oh, alright,” you got up and followed the two to the dining hall. You had actually finished long ago but wanted to continue to observe the two leads. Even when you are walking behind the two as Wei Ying is walking next to Lan Zhan, chatting his ears off, they occasionally glance at you. You truly wish that this moment would last a little longer.

—

“Ah” You shiver as though you have been doused in ice-cold water. You tried to stop Wei Ying from pulling on Lan Zhan’s forehead ribbon but were not only unsuccessful but the other end of Lan Zhen’s ribbon got tangled in your arm guard. Thus you and Wei Ying untangled Lan Zhan’s forehead ribbon with Wei Ying holding one end and your arm guard holding the other. You internally scream, oh fuck, repeatedly. Luckily, Lan Zhan was mostly mad at Wei Ying seeing as you yourself were not holding his ribbon and it took a bit for Lan Zhan to untangle his ribbon from your arm guard. “I-I’m sorry,”

“... Hm,” Lan Zhan replied, holding your wrist a bit too long.

—

This is it, you thought as you walked towards Lan Zhan, Cloud Recesses burning around you.

“Wen Duzhe?” Lan Zhan questioned.

“It’s been a while, Lan Wanji,” you greeted as you stood beside him. Your cousin noticed you standing beside Lan Zhahn.

“Duzhe-er! What exactly are you doing here?” He yelled. You simply smiled at him and threw the bag you had in your hand as high as you could, then pierced it with a knife, making the bag explode. Your special powder spread everywhere and slowly your cousin and his soldiers started coughing up blood, surprising the nearby Lans and Lan Zhan. “You! Ack, what did you do!”

“Well, one should always make sure to know where their food comes from,” you replied. Lan Zhan noticed the dark look in your eyes. “Was I not even a little suspicious when I took every opportunity to be on kitchen duty?” One by one, the Wen soldiers collapse as your cousin coughed up a bloody storm. “Of course, I believe that if you do not eat the food you serve, you should not serve it at all,”

Lan Zhan watched as blood dripped from your nose and placed a hand on your back as you swayed slightly.

“Unlike you guys, I have built up resistance. My time in the medical wing was not me having a weak constitution but recovering from poisoning myself,” You collapsed on your knees as Lan Zhan followed to support you. Panting slightly, your vision slowly blackened. You did this at Yunmeng Jiang too, which allowed the Sect to come out with not too much death and Jiang Cheng not to lose his gold core. “Lan... Zhan,” you slowly turned your head as Lan Zhan positioned you so that he could cradle you.

“Wen Duzhe,” Lan Zhan replied.

“Wei… Wei Ying, you need to,” you shuddered as the poison coldly coursed through you. “Find Wei Ying,”

“Yes, I will find Wei Ying,” At Lan Zhan's confirmation to find Wei Ying, you stopped resisting. “Wen Duzhe? Wen Duzhe!”

[1] From my research to make this gender-neutral!Duzhe. 兄弟姐妹 Xiongdijiemei means “siblings'' but that is an eyeful in pinyin so I shorten it to 兄姐 xiongjie to make it “Older siblings'' plus it looks better than gejie

[2] 堂弟 Tangdi means “Younger male paternal cousin”

[3] 堂姐 Tangjie means “Older female paternal cousin”

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“Meet or part, live or die,

We’ve made oath, you and I.

Give me your hand I’ll hold,

And live with me till old!”

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Lan Xichen x F! Reader (18+)

Lan Xichen lost his beloved during winter. In his solace, his heart felt colder without her warmth.. his [Name]. The eldest Lan brother yearned to the point he fell ill. Wanji and Wei Ying found him in the cold, watching the snow fall.

One cup of Emperor’s Smile was enough for Lan Xichen to become drunk. Wanji had to pry the jar from him; “She will return.” [Name] was the best healer Gusu Lan had seen yet and her abilities were needed due a plague caused by a flood. Despite knowing she was an accomplished cultivator, he could not help but worry.

Alcohol always put Xichen in a joyous mood. Members of the Gusu Lan witnessed their leader’s flushed cheeks and excited smile turn wider the moment a familiar figure appeared. Her arrival signaled the beginning of spring, flowers now blooming where snow fell. [Name] stumbled slightly with the unexpected weight of Lan Xichen’s body. Lan Wanji moved to help but she made a motion with her hand, placing her arm around Xichen’s waist. “It’s quite a sight to see you like this” she murmured, maneuvering them towards his house. “You’re a sight…!!!” [Name] was a bit surprised, her eyes widening. “Is that so?”

 “Mm.. so pretty..”

With some effort, she slid the door open. “My eyes are always drawn to you..” It was a bit difficult to focus on a task when Xichen’s dark and gentle eyes followed her every movement. “Ah.. Xichen could you not..—!” Her footing stumbled, tripping the two of them just at the edge of his bed. Xichen was quick to swivel their positions so that he would take the brunt of the fall.

“Shh.. shh.. it's alright.”

Xichen’s arms secured themselves around her sides, his breath ghosting her lips. [Name] could smell faintly the richness of the wine. “You're the only one for me..” he didn’t want anyone if it wasn’t her. Not knowing how to answer his drunken confession, she ushered him to bed, “Xichen, go to sleep.. you’re drunk.”

“Mmm.. alright.” Still, he could not. His eyes wandered down, and his mind focused on [Name]’s lips. They were pink, like the flowers outside. Could he taste the nectar of said lips? “..Do you want... to kiss?” He whispered, eyes gazing up at [Name] from underneath his long lashes, cheeks growing even rosier.

“You’re drunk.. I can’t kiss you right now.” Lan Xichen blinked, “Oh.. right.. I.. I forgot” he muttered, rubbing his temples with his fingers. [Name] felt his hand reaching back, holding her nape gently as his head dipped subtly, their foreheads touching. “Kiss later..?”

[Name] blushed under the gaze of his thick lashes. He was too pretty. “If.. you remember, then.. yes..” Lan Xichen’s heart swelled and his body grew warmer at the notion of her acceptance, his ears deaf to all but her ‘yes’. He closed the distance between them, in an gentle yet eager manner. His body pressed closer to hers. “Mmph!” Lan Xichen’s other hand settled on her cheek, cupping it softly. His tongue grazed her mouth and his fingers touched her headband before [Name] pulled away hastily, one of her hands flying to her lips, “X-Xichen.. I meant once you were sober..!”

Embarrassment seeped down to his bones, stammering apologies, “.. I'm... I'm sorry, I..” Despite this, the longing look in his eyes betrayed that he would have done it again in a heartbeat.

The newness of this feeling unsettled the female cultivator, making her wonder if she was drunk as well. “Rest for now. I will see you in the morning.” “Yes, yes.” Lan Xichen murmured, his face a crimson red. He stood up, but instead of leaving, his steps faltered and he collapsed back onto the bed, his eyelids fluttering shut. He was already half asleep. The first time he ever got drunk, he had to do it in front of the love of his life. Such mortifying luck.

[Name] stared at Lan Xichen’s sleeping form, how beautiful he looked even in a messed state. Brushing away some of his long hair from his face, she tucked him in.

The morning sun and chirping birds alerted Lan Xichen that he had woken late. Everyone was up at 5 in the morning, though that was the last thought in his mind when he opened his eyes. His head throbbed like thunder, and he instantly felt the nausea setting in. Xichen’s body was sluggish as he turned his head to try to avoid some of the light that was entering through. He winced in pain, his face pale in his misery. Oh no, he was going to...

“Uwah!” Lan Xichen cried, and he threw himself off the bed to rush towards a bucket at the very least.

Albeit they’d already broken rules last night, merely by being alone together, [Name] still decided to go in and wake up their leader. Also because Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian kept ushering her towards Xichen’s quarters. She had a feeling they knew something.

“Zewu-Jun..?” She waited patiently outside, announcing her presence first. When she heard distressing sounds, [Name] peeked inside. “Xichen are you alright?”

“I...” Lan Xichen panted, face flushed as he hovered over a bucket, dry-heaving into it. “... I'm dying...”

It was so embarrassing he truly felt death was a better option. The headache, dizziness, and nausea all welling up in his body only made things worse. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, and he looked pathetic. It was not a pretty picture. Lan Xichen was an absolute mess. Closing the door, [Name] rushed to him, her feet making soft noises. Kneeling down beside Xichen, the first thing she did was hold his hair, gingerly moving it away from his face. Her palm hesitantly settled on his back, rubbing comfortingly in circular motions. “I... I feel so sick...” Lan Xichen muttered, his eyes closing. He was trying his best not to vomit, but it was so difficult...

He was ashamed to let [Name] see him like this; she was so gentle though, and her touch was so soft, that it was hard not to relax in her presence. Lan Xichen did not want her to see him when he was at his worst, but he was also glad that she was here. He couldn't possibly bear this alone..

[Name] finally spoke, “Why did you end up drinking so much? Especially with your tolerance..” she chided gently. Lan Xichen panted, his stomach turning at the memory that haunted him. How embarrassing…

“...”Lan Xichen stared at the ground, feeling tears in his eyes. She was stunned by this sight, wondering what could’ve possibly made their leader this depressed. “I was thinking of you..” He admitted, his voice breaking a bit, the floodgates threatening to burst. If they opened now, it’d be hard to close them again. “I missed you.. so much..”

“Miss me..?”

Lan Xichen nodded. He couldn't even look up, because tears were falling from his eyes now, wetting his long, dark lashes. His voice was quiet, but the pain was evident, and he couldn't stop himself now. “Being away from you is the worst thing I can endure...” [Name]’s sleeve was grasped by his fingers as if Lan Xichen couldn’t dare touch her.

He didn't mean to be so emotional like this, but when the liquor loosened his tongue, there was no stopping it. “I don't know how to live without you..”There was a pang in her chest at those words. How could their honorable Zewu-Jun says that seriously.. as if her existence was vital to his??

[Name] watched as tears fell down his pale cheeks, automatically reaching to wipe them. “I’m right here..?” Her confused reply broke his heart, silently pleading that she understand the meaning behind them. How torturous it was for him that she wasn’t near. His throat tightened, “It's not the same.”There was this urge to embrace her, to feel that softness of her body, assuring she wasn’t a visage of his longing thoughts. Instead, he reached out a shaky hand, his eyes wet and desperate. “Please... don't leave me again..”

One of his hands intertwined with hers. “I feel so lost without you..” It was a gamble to admit how dependent Xichen was on [Name]. He feared that they’d be like his parents—his father who fell deeply in love with his mother even when she did not return those feelings. Would his beloved spurn him too? Would Xichen live the rest of his days cursed to love a woman who did not love him back? It hurt, it ached so much. He would die for her, if only to end this pain.

“Is that why you kissed me yesterday..?” Lan Xichen nearly choked, not expecting to be questioned about his actions so openly. He swallowed the embarrassment, his fair skin hot. “Yes...” He admitted, his heart racing so fast that he could barely breathe. “I couldn't stop myself...” Unconsciously, Xichen leaned closer, getting quieter until he was practically muttering into [Name]’s ear. “You're all I can think about..” Both of their cheeks turned red, their bashfulness manifested into their skin. Xichen closed his eyes, that nauseous feeling returning, his stomach churning—waiting for the cold knife of rejection. “I.. I'm sorry...” He whispered, and he looked even more pale. If [Name] didn't care for him, then Xichen could not live. Tenderly, her hand pushed some of his hair back. “Perhaps let’s have you take a bath and we can talk afterwards, mn?” She left his side, working quickly to fill his bamboo tub with water. His eyes followed her as she left the room, and his heartbeat grew even more frantic.

“I.. will wait for you outside.” [Name] was swift in exiting, waiting outside his house to give Xichen privacy. She got into lotus position, mediating to calm her racing heart. Was this true? Could their leader, the eldest of the Twin Jades of Lan, have intimate feelings for her..?

Lan Xichen sat in the bath, letting the warm water soothe away his aches and pains. There was a tinge of anxiety that [Name] would flee after he acted a fool in front of her last night and even kissed her, she’d still comforted him.

Stepping out of the bath, dressed in nothing but a cotton robe, Xichen overheard voices coming from outside. “Please senior, we need you!” [Name] looked into the pleading eyes of her junior and could not refuse. “…Alright. I will be there in a moment.” A sigh escaped her mouth; a few seconds passing before she spoke loud enough for Lan Xichen to hear her on the other side. “Xichen, are you there?” He stood in front of the door, hand resting on it. His fingers twitched, contemplating if he should open it and come face to face with [Name]. “It seems I am needed elsewhere. This junior needs my help. Is it possible for us to talk later?”

Xichen rested his forehead on the door. He felt sick again. Though the Gusu Lan leader tried his best to act normal, and pretend that nothing was bothering him, he was internally panicking and about to cry from discomfort. He couldn’t burden her with these feelings, so he bottled them up deep inside his glass heart. “Yes..” Finally, he slid the door aside, momentarily forgetting he was barely covered by the robe’s thin fabric.[Name]’s eyes briefly wandered down before she quickly composed herself. "Of.. Of course.." Xichen forced out with a smile, trying to sound as normal as he could. "It won't be a problem.."

The day was grueling for both. [Name] had yet to record her experiences that occurred during her mission and travel, on top of helping her juniors whilst Xichen focused on his duties, which he’d neglected a bit. Before they knew it, all of the disciples were getting ready for bed. [Name]’s feet moved softly towards Xichen’s quarters. She hoped he wasn’t cross; after all, she was still unsure how to approach the topic of romance. “Xichen, are you awake?”

He had been watching the door intently. Truthfully, he would have waited for her all night. His heart raced with anticipation, “I'm still here..” He replied softly, his voice barely above a breath. “Come in.” Xichen was lying on his bed, his face hot with emotions. He yearned for her presence with him.

“I apologize. It took a long time to return.” [Name] seemed exhausted and yet, she stood in his room. “I would wait an eternity for you..” After being left alone with his thoughts, Lan Xichen cared little for this shameless behavior. He felt a strong need to touch her.

Before she could respond, he quipped, “You seem tired. Are you alright?” “Ah.. I’m fine. The juniors were eager to learn some techniques and it tired me a little.” Her lips molded into a gentle smile; [Name] was always fond of her juniors since they reminded her of more tender times. “...I see.” Lan Xichen replied, trying to keep his response calm and collected. It made him a little jealous to see how someone else could bring a smile to her face. Especially the way [Name] was easily moved by that junior’s pleas. Xichen wondered if he begged too, would she respond in the same manner? The next few words slipped out even as he tried to bite them back, but he was just so desperate to know. “By any chance... did you find him attractive..?” Her brows furrowed in thought, “Who?”

“This junior that was so effectively able to move your heart into aiding him when you’d already promised to speak with me.” Lan Xichen wanted to cover his mouth. He knew that his jealousy was childish, but he couldn't help the way he felt, no matter how hard he tried.

Finally understanding his worries, [Name] bit her lip. Part of her wanted to tease Xichen, as this was so unlike him but she also didn’t want to accidentally hurt him with her words. “My junior is handsome… but he is not the one that caught my eye.” At this, Xichen’s fingers twitched. His felt anxious as to who was the fortunate individual to capture his beloved’s interest. “There is only one person who is most beautiful to me.”

Blood thundered in his ears, his heart about to beat out of his chest. "And... who might that be..?" He quietly replied, his voice trembling with anticipation. Xichen held onto the tiniest string of hope, almost resigned and prepared for the worst. He held his breath, waiting for [Name]’s lips to utter a name that would either destroy or save him. Her answer would dictate the rest of his life.

“Lan Huan is most beautiful, of course.”

His hands shook from excitement, and he felt himself grow dizzy from the rush of emotions... but all he could do was let out a soft sigh, his breathing still shallow from relief. This was more than he knew how to handle. “Are you alright..?”

“I...” Lan Xichen felt the urge to pull her close and never let go. “I love you...” He uttered with conviction. [Name] smiled, accepting his feelings and the internal turmoil that had now settled. Grabbing his hand, she rested her cheek on it before planting a tender kiss on his wrist. For this first time since he saw her again, Lan Xichen felt calm. His fingers stroked her soft skin. [Name] blushed under his lovestruck gaze. Never did she imagine the beloved Xichen, whom everyone admired and fawned over, would look at her in this way. Was this real? As if to test this newfound knowledge, she removed her cheek from his caress, which he’d been happy doing. “May I touch you..?”

Lan Xichen's face turned red but he nodded. “Of course...” He would never refuse her anything. [Name] could have asked him to fall on his own sword and he would have obeyed without a single reproach. Having his consent, [Name]’s hand slipped inside his robe, running her fingers over his smooth and pale skin. Xichen couldn't stop himself from gasping. This.. felt good. It was easy to get overwhelmed with such an intimate experience. Xichen’s breath caught in his throat, rendered weak against her touch. Although her hand beneath his robes was gentle, it was like a trail of fire especially when…

[Name] ran a thumb over a pink bud, pausing when Xichen jumped a little. “Is this too much..? Shall I stop?”

“Y-No...” Lan Xichen replied, his voice barely above a breath. He sounded like he was ready to melt, his body trembling and aching with love and lust. Although, [Name]’s touch was more addictive than anything in the world. He couldn't get enough of her. He didn't want her to stop, and he would let her do anything she wanted to him. He wanted more..

Obliging, [Name] was quick to undo his robe, letting the material fall off his shoulders. She marbled at his strong physique and smoothness of his pale skin. “Someone as perfect as you..” her hand cupped his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. Xichen’s eyes widened after the initial surprise, before closing them and kissing back. His hold was gentle yet firm, holding onto the back of her head, keeping her there as his tongue made a soft intrusion. “Mmn..” when they pulled away, a thin string of saliva connected their mouths.

Xichen’s hands worked swiftly, pulling at her clothes till she was bare. “Mine.” He squeezed one of her breasts, his mouth taking the other. “A-aah..!” Their bodies collided with desire; soon enough, Xichen parted her legs, “Xichen wait.. nghh.. not there..” It was all new, to touch another this intimately. The former had accidentally found his brother’s stash of ero books, flipping through them in intrigue. “I can’t wait to try all kinds of things with you.” His hand found hers, their fingers intertwining. [Name] swallowed, nodding as she watched Lan Xichen with half-lidded eyes. “Hnghh!” Her hands clutched the sheets tightly, butterflies flying inside her stomach. “It’s.. I’m close..”

Xichen’s fingers soothed the supple skin of her thighs, pulling back with his lips and chin collated in her essence. How undignified and yet..

[Name] pulled him up for a kiss, her tongue trailing upwards as she cleaned his lips. Xichen smiled fondly. His beloved’s embrace was heaven to him. The devotion in his soul, cemented as she returned his affection. Lan Xichen would follow [Name] to the ends of the earth for a mere touch from her, and he would do anything, surrender his everything, for just one more night like this with her.

Lowering his pants to free his hard member, Xichen secured a hold on [Name]’s waist as she looked at him with desire. She wanted this as much as he did. “I will go slow.” Despite his warning, a loud moan threatened to escape her rosy lips which Xichen silenced with his own mouth. Their bodies united and even though he was careful not to overwhelm her with his movements, Xichen panted heavily. It wasn’t enough. “More, more.” His hips met her pelvis roughly, “X-Xichen..!” This only served to excite him, his mouth latching itself onto her neck, “Yes, call for me, beloved.” The Gusu Lan leader’s heart swelled with love.

[Name] gasped as Xichen maneuvered her body with ease, placing one of her legs over his shoulder, the distance between them closing. It’s like he was desperate to become one. His throbbing penis pressed into her in a manner that had [Name] ascending. “Lan Huan.. I’m about to..” He smiled. “Me too.” His forehead was covered in a thin veil of sweat, and his ears a bit red. With one last powerful thrust, Lan Xichen embraced [Name] tightly as if he never wanted to let go. “Become my wife..”

“Yes.. yes..” she clung to his strong shoulders, a bit breathless from the orgasm. “I want to be your wife.” Xichen was ecstatic, kissing her again. [Name] groaned softly as he pulled away momentarily, his seed trickling from her hole down her thighs. Shifting onto her stomach, [Name]’s hips were raised by Xichen, “Then let’s make love like spouses.”

Sensitive from their previous release, her moan was loud. “Ahhhh!” Xichen had the gall to smile sweetly, not stopping—instead, he leaned over, one hand grasping her breast as he pounded deeply into her. “Huan-gege.. nghh!!” The sweet sobriquet sent him over the edge. That night, neither slept; [Name]’s body was stretched to its limit, her skin and womb painted with Xichen’s cum.

“Wife..”

Strong and gentle arms wrapped themselves around her form. [Name] had learned over time what this honeyed murmur meant. That’s how their first child was conceived. “Huan-ge..”

Her soft please were music to his ears, and made Xichen want to kiss her again, again, and again. He could not stop himself from lifting her robes, his member already hard against her ass. Lan Xichen was drunk with passion, his mind and body full of his beloved, and it almost felt like he would pass out from how intense his feelings were for her right now. He slid in easily; [Name]’s body recognized him now, after their daily love making, it was only natural.

Pressed against the wall, [Name] could only whine as her husband penetrated her cunt over and over. Xichen caressed the plumpness of her skin, his fingers putting pressure. His body was shaking and his breath shallow, but Lan Xichen could not stop. “[Name]..”

Shivers of pleasure racked her body as Xichen released. “Its filling me..” [Name] rested her forehead on the wall, her legs trembling with exhaustion. Lan Xichen wasn’t done though, pulling her above him as they settled down on the floor. He was supposed to be doing reports—instead, he was balls deep into his lovely wife. “Lan Huan.. aah..” his hands gripped her hips tightly, unwilling to part. “Are you trying to get me pregnant again..” Xichen blushed at [Name]’s words, his face turning crimson. He mumbled, his voice sounding a bit guilty, "I can't.. help it-!" It was as if a flood of desire had been unleashed in him, like an unstoppable wave, and he was drowning in a sweet and blissful pleasure that was almost too much to bear.. He wanted more, his body was aching for it, and he was afraid that he may never be able to stop once he started again.

“Alright… do with me as you wish.”

[dominixsremorse]

- DOMINIX’S RULES -

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A L W A Y S A L L O W E D U N L E S S S P E C I F I E D : character x character ships , sfw , nsfw , top or switch or bottom reader , trans reader ( mtf , ftm ) , gn reader , angst , fluff , headcanons, any gender reader

W I L L D O s : dubcon , any kink not listed in the will not do’s

W I L L N O T D O : incest , scat , non-con , pedophilia, minor x adult , body horror , gore , pregnancy

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- please be specific in your requests if you want something done your way. ( e x : kinks , mtf or ftm reader , specific scenarios ) also list if you would like NSFW or SFW. If you do not list, then I will automatically write SFW.

- i don’t do NSFW of canonically minor characters. If they have an adult version, I will do NSFW of the adult version but if they are a minor, I only do x reader SFW headcanons.

- ONCE AGAIN, I DONT DO PEDO SHIPS. NO MINOR X ADULTS.

- RESTRICTIONS FOR X READER SHIPS ARE LISTED AFTER [ for x reader ] BRACKETS ( restrictions only apply to nsfw or sfw or both if listed in brackets ( e x : [ for x reader NSFW ] applies only to nsfw ) -

❛ CHARACTER / FANDOM LIST ༉‧₊˚

- J J K : ANY CHARACTER SHIP | ANY X READER (REMINDER: WILL ONLY DO SFW X READER HEADCANONS FOR MINORS.)

- M H A : ANY CHARACTER SHIPS | ANY X READER (REMINDER: WILL ONLY DO SFW X READER HEADCANONS FOR MINORS.)

- NARUTO : ANY CHARACTER SHIPS | [ for x reader NSFW ] : I WILL DO CHARACTERS LIKE SASUKE, NARUTO, SAKURA, ETC, BUT ONLY OF THEIR VERSIONS AFTER SHIPPUDEN (their 18 and older version.)

- BORUTO : ANY CHARACTER SHIPS | [ for x reader NSFW ] THE ADULTS ONLY.

- HARRY POTTER / MARAUDERS : ANY CHARACTER SHIPS | ANY CHARACTER (WILL ONLY DO SFW X READER HEADCANONS FOR MINOR VERSION OF CHARACTERS, IF CHARACTERS HAVE 18 OR ABOVE AGE VERSION, THEN I WILL USE THOSE.)

- PERCY JACKSON / RIORDANVERSE : ANY CHARACTER SHIPS | ANY X READER (REMINDER: MINORS ARE SFW ONLY.)

- WELCOME TO DEMON SCHOOL IRUMA-KUN: ANY CHARACTERS SHIPS | ANY X READER (REMINDER: WILL ONLY DO X READER SFW FOR MINORS.)

- HUNGER GAMES : ANY CHARACTERS SHIPS | [for x reader NSFW] : MALE CHARACTERS ONLY

- B S D : ANY CHARACTERS SHIPS | ANY X READER (REMINDER: WILL ONLY DO SFW X READER FOR MINORS.)

- A S T V : ANY CHARACTER SHIPS | ANY X READER (REMINDER: WILL ONLY DO X READER SFW FOR MINORS.)

- GRANDMASTER OF DEMONIC CULTIVATION / M D Z S : ANY CHARACTER SHIPS | [ for x reader NSFW ] : ( WILL NOT DO FEM!READER X GAY ONLY CHARACTERS ( e x : Lan Wanji ) )

{ if you are unsure of a characters sexuality: ask }

- S V S S : ANY CHARACTER SHIP | [ for x reader SFW OR NSFW ]: WILL NOT DO LUO BINGHE FOR X READER UNLESS HEADCANONS

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im not limited to just these fandoms! additional fandoms include: gravity falls , rick and morty , dandadan , omniscient reader viewpoint , eleceed , COD , saiki k

[drama--universe]

Nie Huaisang x reader (part 2)

If you guys want another part, please say so.

Pairing: Nie Huaisang x reader

Requested by @hecatemacbeth7​ I hope this is good!

Part 1 , Part 3

Fire engulfed your home, people screaming loudly as the burned to death. Wen Xu had burned Cloud Recesses and you had all fled to the mountain. Hiding wasn’t the original plan, but you had no other choice. That was until Lan Zhan decided to go up and you didn’t dare to let him leave alone, so you joined him. When you were back on the surface, you were greeted by the Wen clan who had killed the Lan disciplines except for 1. Defending your home had come easy, but Wen Xu Zhan ended up breaking one of Lan Zhan’s legs and you both ended up being dragged to Qishan. You were lucky, unlike Lan Zhan, to be unharmed. 

Days later, you stood in between Nie Huaisang and Lan Zhan, looking forward and ignoring Wen Chao as much as possible.

“First and foremost, during the indoctrination, no one is allowed to carry weapons personally...” You ignored the rest as you held out your sword once they came by. Unlike everyone else, you weren’t attached to it and didn’t mind parting with it. Unlike the Jin clan, you didn’t want another drama happening and someone else’s legs breaking.

“Where have you been..?” You heard Huaisang whisper and you looked at him before sighing.

“They burned Cloud Recesses...” You whispered back and his eyes widened as he looked at you. You looked forward quickly, pushing his head to face forward as well.

“Don’t make it obvious that we’re talking.” You mumbled and he nodded softly before looking at you sideways.

“Are you hurt.” “No... I’m fine. Can we talk about this later..?” You asked and he nodded before paying attention again. When you were shown to sleeping courters, you immediately sneaked out to Huaisang’s room. Entering through the window, you smiled at him as he painted yet another fan.

“That’s pretty...” You said, sitting next to him before putting your head on his shoulder.

“They burned everything down... It’s gone.” You mumbled, your voice cracking slightly and he stopped painting, looking at you again.

“I’m sorry...” He mumbled after a long silence. You looked up at him before sniffing.

“We’ll build it back up, I guess...” You mumbled before wrapping your arms around his waist. He lifted his own arms before hugging you as well.

“I’ll ask Meng Yao to help.” He spoke and you sniffed again before pressing yourself closer to him. he turned to you fully before pulling you close again. 

“it’ll be alright...” He mumbled softly and you smiled at him.

“You’re perfect, you know that right?” You asked and he looked down to you before smiling. 

“So are you...” He mumbled, kissing your forehead right above the headband you wore. You smiled before raising your head slightly, kissing his cheek softly. 

“Thank you, Huaisang.” You mumbled and he shrugged. You let go off him and let him paint again, only watching with his shoulder.

[odissey061]

Kinktober project

I swear, I'm not dead. I had a crisis for the otome games and for a some months I stopped to play both ikesen and ikevam. A few days ago I started to play ikevam again - le comte's bday is coming and I don't have enough diamonds, but shush. Anyway, this post is made to reveal my plans for october.

This year I added three more fandom to kinktober beside the cybird games: Obey me (still otome game), Mo Dao Zu Shi and Tian Guan Ci Fu (both of them are novels and I suggest to read them/the manhua or watch the anime/the live action).

Reading @quacking-feck's list (whom I thank for giving the prompt for this event) I couldn't imagine anything for ikesen, but I swear I'll write some smut for the warlords boys as well.

Ikevam

Day 3: Hate-fucking - Comte x Vlad

Day 17: Formal wear - Comte x reader

Day 25: Biting - Mozart x reader

Day 28: Shibari - Dazai x reader

Obey me

Day 2: Biting - Solomon x reader

Day 13: Seduction - Simeon x reader

Day 22: Threesome - Luci x reader x Simeon

Mo Dao zu shi

Day 6: Lactation - Peacock x Shijie (I don't remember their name, but I'll be sure to know them when I'll write)

Day 23: Tentacles - Lan Wanji x Wei Wuxian

Day 31: Inhuman sex - Dragon! Lan Wanji x Wei Wuxian

Tian Guan Ci Fu

Day 17: Phone sex - beefleaf (give the time to remember their names too)

Day 18: Mind Breaking - Hua Cheng x Xie Lian

Day 31: Inhuman sex - Demon! Hua Cheng x Xie Lian

I'll post my works both on Ao3 and tumblr. On tumblr I'll tag them #kinktober2020works. See you all tomorrow with the Solomon fic (I hope to not be late T^T). I hope you all will enjoy this october wherever you are and I hope you all are fine.

[kurokawaia]

❛ Your Mine ❜ - Chapter 4

yandere!Lan Wangji X Fem!Wen!Reader

| YANDERE + DARK CONTENT | this meaning, if you don't like this content, then just scroll away

WC; 1.9k + | !MDNI! | TW/CW : x fem reader, yandere x fem reader, yandere themes, another kidnapping lmao, lan wangji steals you agn

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒞𝐻𝒜𝒫𝒯𝐸𝑅 𝒮𝒰𝑀𝑀𝒜𝑅𝒴 :: The war has now passed and Lan Wangji is taking care of you and helping you search for your siblings. When you two found them, you requested to stay with them in Yiling, to leave Wangji. But this caused Lan Wangji's already yandere personality to rise to another level. He wants to bring her back to Gusu and marry her, but she doesn't want to, she wants to stay with Jiang Cheng, her siblings and doesn't want to follow the 3000 rules.

part 3 | part 4 | part 5

You awoke, opening your eyes slowly with the raising light through the paper windows. It was full of chaos and your mind was confused at what was happening before you. Then, you were reminded of what had happened last night: the memory of being intimate with Lan Wangji. Fresh—it still was, the way his lips moved against your own, along with his possessive statements. And then you shifted a little, and there, by your bed, was Lan Wangji, looking at you with his eyes wide open. Is his face serene, or does tension come off him in waves, that type of feeling that makes you almost feel afraid and anxious for his next action?. "Lan Wangji," you murmured uncertainly with a voice so soft, yet seeming so constant you might have sighed, "I have been thinking. I want to go look for my siblings." "No," he said with a force of finality that seemed nearly on par with steel. "That is too dangerous." You sat up, meeting his eyes. But there was still evidence in you that you held fear. "I just need to know if they'll be okay. Wen Qing and Wen Ning are family to me. I can't just sit here when they're literally in danger." The face of Lan Wangji was without expression, yet a certain intensity in the air was picked up that you could deeply feel, continuing down your spine in a tremor. "Your safety is most valued," he said, low and controlled. "I cannot let you take a risk like that." "I'll have to get someone to come look after them," he bargained, anger starting to flow from him as well. "I can't be left to go with. I know it's dangerous, but I HAVE to do this." His eyes seemed to darken, the intensity he had displayed the previous night flashed back on, though he stayed speaking in a low tone. "And I can't let you go alone. You mean too much to me." You blinked at him, annoyed, worried, and feeling something else that was in no way justifiable. "Lan Wangji, I am thankful for everything that you've done for me, but I'm not a child. I can take care of myself."

"You aren;'t nobody," he whispered, his voice low yet fully firm with a touch of possessiveness. "You, I cannot afford to lose." His words sent chills down your spine, yet you reasoned with yourself. "I didn't say that you let me go by myself," you said halfway, meeting him in the middle. "I just really need to do this, so badly. Please let me go, but come with me." "If I go with you," he finally gave in; his voice brooked no argument, "then I can make sure you're safe.". You gave a very slow nod, at least relieved that the fact would be looked into. "Thanks," you breathed, full of the most sincere of voices possible. "I swear I'll be careful."

The path that took place in order to find siblings—Wen Qing and Wen Ning—had all been very tense, and at every moment, Lan Wangji had never left your side. It almost frightened you, how he never left your side, you never had a moment of privacy. BUt, finally, after days of searching, you found them in Yiling—all hidden from the Sunshot Campaign. You hugged Wen Qing and Wen Ning, relief is inseparable from floods of tears, both of happiness and sorrow, at seeing them again. Lan Wangji had stopped a few feet from you, the gaze from his eyes never breaking from yours. Immobile, his face had been impassive and emotionless, but something in him, in the way he kept his body so ridged had seemed to speak volumes. He was watching you reunite, but something in his gaze felt dark. After a moment, you turned to Lan Wangji with a heavy heart over the decision you knew you were going to have to make. "Lan Wangji," you started, your voice trembling slightly. "I want… to stay with them." Something dangerous crossed over his features and his eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" he asked, lowering his voice to a meagre level. You drew a deep breath, trying to collect your nerves. "They need me here, Wangji. They are alone and they are in danger. I can never leave them again. I want to be in Yiling and stay with them. The silence that followed could have been said to be deafening. His eyes took on a shade of darkness and his expression contracted. "You want to leave me," he thought, unfeeling, only the tension in the tone is clear. You shook your head, now filling with tears. "It's not about leaving you. It's about my family. They need me, Lan Wangji. I cannot leave them again." His jaw tightened, and he advanced another half step, his presence oppressive for the first time. "You are supposed to be with me," he said, his voice cold and possessive. "You cannot stay here. It's too dangerous." You flinched at the almost bellowed ferocity of his tone, but you stood your ground. "They are my family, Lan Wangji. I have to make it up to them. I need to help them." 

The look in his eyes grew darker, his calm composure replaced with something far more unsettling, something that scared you to your core, it rattled your peace. "No," he replied sharply. "I will not allow it. You are coming back with me." Your heart pounded with heated sound in your chest, your eyes meeting his, and a shiver ran down your back at the cold look in his eye. "Lan Wangji, please understand. I can't, after all that, just leave them. They need me." "And I need you," he shot back, his voice rising with a rare, almost frightening intensity. "You are mine, Wen {Birthname}. You cannot stay here." "You are mine," he said again, but this time his words stunned you. The ownership of his tone. It had you at a loss. 

"Lan Wangji," you whispered, and the sound of your own voice was shaking. "This is not proper. You cannot just… have me this way." He came even closer, his hand reaching out to clutch your arm—not painfully but in a way you could not pull away. "You are not leaving me," he hissed with a menacing voice. "I will not let you." Your heart raced, and although fear and confusion swirled inside you, nowhere upon his face could you meet his eyes and see the depth of his obsessions, the intensity of his need to keep you beside him at all costs. "Lan Wangji—" you tried to reason with him, but he cut you off. "If you stay here," he warned, his voice dangerously calm, "you will be in constant danger. I cannot protect you here. You should be with me, where I can protect you." You shook your head as tears spilled down your cheeks. "But they're my family… I can't just leave them." His fist tightened slightly, his eyes burning with possession not to be disputed. "You are coming with me," he said, the words clearly implacable, with no room for argument in his voice. "I shall not lose you."

Before you even fully registered what was happening, a strong hand shook around your arm as Lan Wangji pulled you away from your siblings. YOur eyes widened at his unexpected action, you had never expected Lan Wangji, second son to the head of the Lan's to get physical with you. His grip was firm and you could already feel a bruise forming. "Lan Wangji, no!" you cried out again and tried to pull back, yet his grip did not yield. 

Because he was resolute, he wasn't going to let go of you, he wasn't even planning to do so. "You're coming with me," he repeated, low and even, a possessive edge in his tone with made you realise that he wouldn't be letting go. Your heart thudded loud in your chest, and you were panting against him, "What can I do but not leave them?" you exclaimed, your voice strangled with sadness. "They are my family—Wangji—I belong here, with them! But the words seemed to fall on deaf ears for he only paid no heed, dragging you away. "You belong with me and will come back to Gusu with me, where it is safe," his eyes gleamed with possessiveness. Now, terror surged in you full force with the realisation of what he had meant. He had not only taken you back to Gusu, but to his world, back to a life within which you were going to be shut inside between the tight rules and scrutinies of the Lan clan, a life in which you would have to follow the three thousand rules of the code of conduct that extended absolutely everywhere within the Cloud Recesses. "No!" you screamed as you dug your heels into the ground. "I won't go back! I don't want to live with those rules! I want to stay here, with my family! With Jiang Cheng!" With the mention of Jiang Cheng's name, Lan Wangji's eyes began to darken, grip on your arm tightening. A shiver went through your body since that silent, calm expression he always wore was cracking, and what truly lay beneath was one of possession. "You are mine," he said in a low, hazardous soft voice. "You belong to me—not Jiang Cheng, not anybody.". You could feel it in his gaze, the one of a heartache man, that desire just to have you by his side. "Wangji, please," you would plead, tears running down your face. "I don't want this. I don't want to be tied down with those rules. I don't want to live a life here where I can't be with my family, where I can't be free." "You'll be safe there, in Gusu," he said, the hand that gripped harder to yours tightening. "I will protect you, and we are going to be together. That's all that matters."

"No." You shook your head. "But what about what I want?" You croaked, your voice shaky with emotion. "What about my freedom? My family? The face of Lan Wangji relaxed, and you could see something like guilt or regret gleam in his eyes, though it was soon cloaked once more by that same bone-chilling determination that had driven him to this. "Your safety is more important than anything else," he said, his voice soft but firm. "Though you do not understand this now, one day you will and you will thank me for it.". With that, he pulled you closer—the grip on your arm unremitting. "We are going back to Gusu," he said; the tone of his voice allowed no room for dispute. "And once we are there, we will marry. You will be safe, and we will be together." There was a surety in his voice that sent a chill down your spine. You knew there was no escape from this, you couldn't talk him out of it. That urge of Lan Wangji toward you had reached to such a point that he didn't care for anything, not your wishes, not freedom, not family. The only thing that mattered was you were his, and nothing would stop him from doing what it takes to keep you by his side. Your heart felt a thousand times heavier with the portent of what was to come as he carried you away from your siblings. You managed to twist your head back just in time to see the forlorn expressions etched on the faces of Wen Qing and Wen Ning, their helplessness in this situation clear before your eyes. 

You wanted to scream, to fight, to do anything in order to prevent this, but Lan Wangji's hand was tight, powerfully strong, and it left you with none of your own. 

You were helpless.

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❛ Your Mine ❜ - Chapter 1

yandere!Lan Wangji X Fem!Wen!Reader

| YANDERE + DARK CONTENT | this meaning, if you don't like this content, then just scroll away

WC; 4.1k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: obsessive thoughts, no major triggers for this chapter, kidnapping (not LWJ yet lmao), abuse!! binding with ropes.

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒞𝐻𝒜𝒫𝒯𝐸𝑅 𝒮𝒰𝑀𝑀𝒜𝑅𝒴 :: You meet Lan Wanji when the Wens burn down the Cloud Recesses and this is when you started to help the Gusu Lan Sect in the aftermath, just like your brother and sister (Wen Qing adn Wen Ning). But as you helped out, you were in a lot of secret meetings with LWJ. But this caused LWJ to fall more desperately obsessed with you than he already was. But, during the Xuanwu of Slaughter, you get captured from the Lan's and Jiangs by your own clan members Wen Xu and Wen Chao because you were helping the 'enemy'.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

The night sky over Gusu was reeling heavy and dark, eased slightly by the flames now consuming the holy land of the Cloud Recesses. The flames flared high, their red tongues sending long, warped shadows out in every direction. As if the sky too lamented the ruin affixed below. Amidst the smoke and ruin, the Gusu Lan Sect worked to salvage whatever was left of their lavish sanctum.

You had come here with your heart aswirl with sorrow and grief. While your family—the Wen siblings—had been swept into the melee that was the conflict, the sorrow of the Cloud Recesses had fallen heavily on you; even your loyalty to them could not stop this. Your brother Wen Ning and sister Wen Qing, having gone almost yearlong in your stead, commanded now that you follow in their steps, straight and sure.

As you approached the site, destruction was revealed in scorched edifices, in ruined scrolls, and in remnants that was hard to imagine this had been a place for learning and tranquility. And something ran deep in your heart at that sight of the ruin: something of urgency; at that moment, all you wanted to do was help.

"Is everybody okay?" you called out, your voice carrying a concerned note as you moved through the wreckage.

Wen Qing looked up from where she was helping to look in on the injured. Her usually composed face was drawn with weariness and worry. "We're doing what we can," she said, her voice strained. "But there's so much work to be done."

Wen Ning, who had just been helping with the evacuation of the other disciples, happened to see you and quickly came over. "Oh, you've come," he said, his eyes flashing with relief, and the next moment, with anxiety. "But you're right, we could use all the help we can get."

"I'm here to help," you declared, determination in your tone. "Where do you need me?"

Wen Ning nodded toward the injured cultivators receiving as much first aid as could be provided in the makeshift tents. "Begin with these— the injured. Injuries need medicine, and hurt."

It was only as you helped that you truly noticed the full force of the catastrophe. The cleanly tended ground was now stockaded with refuse, and the survivors fanned everywhere, scattered and confused. Hours blurred as you lost yourself in the work of dressing injuries and offering words of comfort to those you helped, collaborating with Wen Qing on the field, driven by duty-and the need to atone.

Amidst all that chaotic madness, one would be able to catch the view of a figure moving with a kind of silent authority through the wreckage. He found that he was the second son of the Lan Clan, with a determined and quiet authority, leading everyone in the relief. In a boundingly large figure, his presence was commanding, while his stature was such that he seemed calm and composed in every sense of the fiasco around him.

You watched him for a moment, noticing how purposeful his strides were, lending a hand wherever it was needed most. His presence had quieted the loss, giving it a sense of stature.

Wen Qing seemed to have noticed your attention and approached you. "Chairing the disaster relief is Lan Wangji," she admired, and her voice was extremely reverent, "who has always been doing his best work in protection of the survivors, treatment and care of the injured."

"I see." You watched those leaders who followed Lan Wangji's actions and decisions on how to direct the resources. "It seems like he's keeping his platitudes about everything."

"He is," Wen Qing agreed. "He's a pillar of strength for the sect. You might want to talk to him if you'd like to offer your help more effectively. "

Keeping Wen Qing's advice to heart, you made your way towards Lan Wangji, steering clear of the wreckage and the scattered poor who were spared by luck. And you found him, as soon as it was possible for you to bow respectfully. "Lan Wangji, I've been helping with the injured. Is there anything more I can do to assist?

Finally, Lan Wangji turned back to face you with unwavering eyes. "Your assistance is very necessary," he stated in his usual calm, composed voice. "We need hands to help in organization of things and to help victims who have lost their homes."

You nodded, determination ringing in your voice. "I will do any work that comes my way.".

His gaze softened a little, and his expression softened to show a little gratitude. "Thank you. Your help is going to be very much appreciated."

Days as such passed by as you worked with him, Lan Wangji, and some of the other sect members. It was tough work, but he led with a sense of direction amidst the chaos. Your interactions were characterized by mutual respect with Lan Wangji and a growing sense of camaraderie.

As the sun fell below the horizon one evening, the sky painted by hues of orange and pink, you and Lan Wangji found yourselves a moment of respite amidst the ongoing efforts. You sorted supplies with tired but steady movements until he came closer.

"We managed to make useful progress," he said. There was a tint of satisfaction in his voice.

"Ye," he agreed while his gaze swept across the tents that were finally put in order and the drier conditions that the afternoon now brought upon them. It's all thanks to everyone's hard work, Big Sis Lan. "

Lan Wangji nodded your way until his gaze stayed on you. "That's what helped us get through. You acknowledge great aid. "

You blushed softly but took the compliment in stride. "I'm just doing what I can, and I'm grateful to be able to help. "

Lan Wangji's tense face relaxed slightly, and a little smile flashed over his thin lips. "You have been more of a comfort to me than you can possibly realize."

The warmth in his voice and the sincerity in his eyes knotted your heart. A connection began to be forged in the shattering and reshaping process, a bond formed from mutual purpose and mutual respect.

But days passed into weeks, and you still went on assisting at the work of rehabilitation, and on yonder hand, your acquaintance with Lan Wangji had deepened into matters upon which the inscrutable one had come to be a source of comfort and aid—the still prop one guiding light in the sea of troubles.

𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

The moon was high, the clouds drifting lazily across the sky, as you finally arrived in this small secluded garden where you and Lan Wangji had agreed to meet. There were many quarters in disarray after the attack in the Cloud Recesses; these secret meetings were supposed to sort out some of the more pressing issues away from prying eyes within the sect.

Lan Wangji was already there, the single soft lantern lighting the outline of his figure. His posture was calm, but one could discern the tightening of his shoulders, speaking of the pressure he was under.

"Good evening," you greeted, stepping into the circle of light. "How are things progressing?"

Lan Wangji's eyes met yours, but in his calm demeanor, there was something in them that you could not precisely pinpoint. "There have been some improvements," he said. "However, I would really like to speak about the care you have been giving to the patients."

You nodded, ready to defend yourself against any apprehensions he might bring out. "Of course. What do you want to talk about?"

Lan Wangji's gaze softened as it swept across your face, and there was something akin to admiration inside his eyes. "Your dedication's been remarkable. But I think you are pushing yourself too hard. The patients are extremely grateful, but I fear you may be forgetting yourself."

A small smile touched your lips at his concern. "I appreciate your concern, Lan Wangji. I am doing my best to balance everything. Your support and that of the other members of the sect mean a great deal to me."

Lan Wangji's gaze stayed on you, something indefinable fluttering across his features. "Please, do not overexert yourself. We need you in good health to continue this important work."

His voice was soft but strong, and in it rested, his speech carrying that protective property in the words that would thump your heart an inch or so; you nodded a thank-you, oblivious to the deeper passion that boiled beneath his calm exterior.

𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

Then weeks went by, and the frequency of your meetings with Lan Wangji became ever more apparent. What had begun with mere cases on patient care now delved into much more personal topics. The venue of the meeting was always the same secretive library within the Cloud Recesses- miles away from prying eyes.

At any rate, Lan Wangji had been working non-stop toward coordinating the restoration work, and the nature of his contact with you had already moved to a more personalized level. Watching news clips together, he wasn't particularly bothered about the stories. He was more concerned about you.

"You've been spending a lot of time with the patients," admitted Lan Wangji one evening, his voice low and introspective. "It becomes apparent that you hold a good place in your heart for them."

You looked up from the documents you continued perusing, and his eyes met yours. "It's important to me. Their suffering is something I want to alleviate as much as is possible."

Then his expression lightened into a faint shadow, something almost possessive in his eyes. "You have this remarkable way of putting yourself in other people's shoes," Lan Wangji said, his voice edged with admiration. "It is a quality I truly respect.".

There was a hesitation of time—this silence that seemed to stretch between the two of you. Lan Wangji's eyes bore into fervent gazes at you, and what you could feel was astringently deep—just more than admiration. It's evident that his interest in you is growing deeper, though he remains very chill and aloofly restrained.

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

Seasons passed, and with Lan Wangji, nature changed. Meetings that were initially focused solely on discussing what had happened after being attacked now alternated to have personal conversations.

On an autumn evening, the first chill over the Cloud Recesses, you met Lan Wangji alone in a quiet garden scented with falling leaves. Lan Wangji's manner was collected, as always; yet his eyes said otherwise: a deeper passion at work.

"You've been working so hard," Lan Wangji said softly, his gaze on the leaves playing in the wind. "It must be exhausting."

You smiled a hint of weariness in your eyes. "It is. But it's worth it, you know, to see the progress we're making."

Lan Wangji stepped closer to him, all warm and comforting. "You should take some time for yourself," he said low and soft. "Rest and recover. The work will still be here when you return.".

The way he spoke, full of care and concern, could raise one's heartbeats. Not noticing a tenderness in his words, being so close, as if crossing the line of the professional borders of their relations, was impossible. He stood beside you, so one could feel the heat from his body, the intensity in his gaze.

"You've been a great support," you said softly, meeting his eyes. "I don't know what I would do without your help."

Lan Wangji's gaze softened, and for a moment, he seemed to lose the control over his emotions. "I will always be there to support you," he said seriously. "I—"

He stopped abruptly, then hastily cloaked what his eyes suddenly revealed—emotion—with his usual calm. "We should continue the review," he said, though his eyes remained on you like a burning fire barely kept in check.

𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

This secret obsession of Lan Wangji had been showing more and more over time. Meetings that used to be spontaneous had become secretive regularity, his feelings slowly dripping out but did not quite dissolve into words.

One night, you worked your way through the latest batch of reports in Lan Wangji's study. A single flickering lantern cast looming shadows on the walls, but dimly. Yet Lan Wangji himself was fixed solely on you, following each of your moves with quiet yet intense scrutiny.

"You do amazing work," he said, his voice low and full of admiration. "We couldn't have pushed the healing process that far if not for you."

You looked up and your eyes met his. "I appreciate it. It has been a team effort."

His eyes were as dark as his face was light, which was almost unnervingly intense. "You are exceptional," he said, using such a reverent admiration in his voice that you could feel it. "I have never met anyone who possessed so much dedication, yet so much compassion."

Those eyes would make your pulse race. There was something so profound in that gaze, something telling him it was more than just admiration—fervor that was almost unnerving, he would imagine. At the same time, however, Lan Wangji didn't seem to express it outwardly, maintaining the attitude of his, still calm and collected.

Later into the night, Lan Wangji's proximity and piercing gaze became almost too much to bear. As you were preparing to leave, his hand reached out across you, almost touching your own as it did, and the gesture sent waves through your heart for its tenderness and lingering nature.

"Be careful," he spoke in a low murmur. "The work is difficult, and I fear for you.

His touch was warm, his concern real, but tinged with a certain intensity that bespoke deeper feelings. As one left the study, you couldn't help feeling his emotions went far deeper than he had allowed one to see. The connection between you grew ever deeper, and though the nature of this obsession remained hidden under the veneer of control, it became clear that he was becoming increasingly fixated on you.

Every time a meeting had ended in silence, you were left with uneasiness and desire. There is no doubt that Lan Wangji did indeed love, but this fervent intensity was just a bit too much and made you doubt whether his feelings were truly so.

That very privacy that had been so enjoyable in those secluded meetings with him when the outside world grew loud and tumultuous was now the hotbed of all unarticulated longings, dirty, depraved desires which concealed their true character from shaping your mutual relations with Lan Wangji in ways neither could understand.

That night, when you left the room Lan Wangji was borrowing as a study, your head swam with every possible kind of idea: the light of the lantern fluttered from one to the next, the shadows seeming to drag out; the quiet of the Cloud Recesses gathered in, magnifying the aftereffects of the evening's conversation.

Through it all, Lan Wangji had been there to provide constant support, which had become almost the one steady factored into his life during recovery. He had always been present, a force counterbalancing chaos that now was soothing as a constant in your life.

He seemed to be genuinely interested in how you were doing, and somehow, despite yourself, you began to lean more on his support and advice than you might, perhaps, have done. You couldn't help but admire the way he managed to keep control under pressure. For him to gracefully take up all the huge tasks that recovery involved was nothing short of incredible.

It is in the way that he talked to you—genuine concern, soft, and unassuming, which value one and make them feel understood.

You went back to what he had said during the meeting. "You have done something great," he had said, the admiration palpable in his tone.

Such praise warmed your heart, and you couldn't help feeling much gratitude in your heart toward his support. How much it further worked one up in the development of abilities, actually lying on somebody's shoulder.

To you, Lan Wangji was one of the most treasured friends, one who would be there with the right words at the right time to lift a heart and strengthen a will whenever necessary. He could soothe your soul and cheer you on through times of turmoil with his encouragement. You liked his friendship so much because he always cared about you.

Yet, though the two of you had grown to such closeness, you were blind to deeper emotions boiling over. You only saw the intensity of Lan Wangji as an expression for how much he cared about the sect—something which you respected and admired. He had been a steadfast companion to you, always available for support and friendship.

You strolled along the moonlit hallways of the Cloud Recesses, and secretly, you couldn't help feeling content. This relationship you shared with Lan Wangji was indeed very dear to you, and you were grateful that it had been taken over; he turned to support for you and thus into a source of encouragement. It was his presence, his words, and now his quiet support that made this grueling work of rebuilding the Cloud Recesses slightly more bearable.

You had been grateful for no more than his friendship, so you treasured only the silences of encouragement and the moments when to share trying. It was in that respect, as brothers, that you had built up a special kind of bond—a bond that would only get stronger with time, for both of you worked your ways together to heal the scars left by destruction.

Your thoughts remained bright about the prospect of your relationship with Lan Wangji. It was light amidst darkness, and so you thought deep, embracing the feeling of comfort and support it gave without really realizing there were much deeper, more complicated feelings hidden away underneath his composed exterior.

˗ˏˋ꒰ However, it wasn't too long before the event if Xuanwu of Slaughter had arisen, and the Wen's had taken you from the Lan Sec ꒱

The smell of blood and fire was heavy on the air, and the Xuanwu of Slaughter crashed back and forth across the field like some nightmare beast of destruction. You fought in this chaos, driven by passion, torn between those things you felt compelled to do, and the great need to protect those near to you. The combined Lan and Jiang armies were managing to do little but stave off the beast, managing to every so often push it back a pace.

But fate is cruel, and loyalty comes at a high price.

You were busy treating the wounded and were fully engaged in your thoughts regarding the saving of lives. Suddenly, a very strong force from behind grabbed you. The two people from the Wen clan held your arms even harder and took you outside of the battlefield. You struggled, but the strength of these people from the Wen clan was simply too great.

"Release me!" you shouted, but your voice was drowned in the uproar from the Xuanwu and the clang of swords.

Those who pulled you away from the battlefield where everything was in chaos and you were struggling to hold on were none other than Wen Xu and Wen Chao—the very people who had pushed your family over the edge. The expressions on their faces were those of cruel satisfaction as they hauled you toward the naked edge of the battlefield, far away from the chaos over which you had been trying so hard to stay in control.

"Wen Xu! Wen Chao! What in the world do you two think you're doing now?" came the demand to irons, and you wriggled in their iron holds. "You can't just do this!"

Wen Xu's eyes gleamed in their malignant light. "But we can," he replied in a smooth, menacing voice. "You've been interfering in matters which are not of your business and supporting our foes. As punishment, you will suffer."

You struggle harder, but it's in vain. Wen Chao's grip tightens with one of those sneers he's so good at pulling; "This is what awaits traitors," he snarls, pulling you from the battle.

They tightened ranks around you, pulling you in the direction of Wen with the devastation going on around the place, and you caught snatches of it: the Xuanwu could not be stopped, the allied forces were not going to hold for much longer, and every beat of your heart sent you further from the war-space—and people really, who expected things from you.

He all but got thrown into the tent, one of many erected at the rim of the Wen camp, the dark fabric falling shut around him like a shroud. Thick air clotted with smoke and sweat was pushed from Wen Xu and Wen Chao on either side of him, their collective attitude scarily calm, cool, and composed.

"Now, discuss your punishment," Wen Xu said disgustingly. "You have only two alternatives. Either you betray those you've been of service to, or you will pay the repercussions of your non-cooperation."

Disapprovingly, you looked at them but, in your heart, fear and desperation pricked you. "I will not betray them." Your teeth locked together, and anger, together with despair, trembled in your voice.

Wen took a step closer, stopping right in front of you; his face was inches away from yours. "Then you are going to hurt," he said in a low voice that was threatening. "See how long your resolve can last." Wen Chao's face was a mask of cruel amusement; he started to pace in front of you. The sound of his footsteps was ominous. "You have made the choice," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Now, you'll reap your reward.".

You felt the thud of your heart in your chest and breathed in shallow gasps. The fear that had been gnawing at you turned sharp and paralyzing. Wen Xu stepped forward with a tiny vial of dark, viscous liquid.

"This," Wen Xu said, holding up the vial, "is a brew meant to inflict great discomfort. It won't kill you, but it will make you wish you were dead."

The vial just made you want to shudder. You fought the bonds, wavering, your resolve bobbing under the churning waves of impending dread. "Monsters," you hissed, your shuddering voice so weak. "You think you can break me?"

Wen Xu's lips curved into a smile that was evil. "It's not about breaking you. It's about making you suffer for your betrayal."

When Wen Xu offered it, again Wen Chao stepped forward and reached out to take the vial. Slowly, his fingers uncorked it in the air, releasing the scent of the liquid into the room: a sharp, acrid stink that pricked your nostrils.

"You will drink this," Wen Chao said, the voice cold and numb. "Resist, and we'll make it worse."

And with that, he forced the vial to your lips, tilting it as the dark liquid began to seep into your mouth. You gagged at the taste—the liquid burned as it slid down your throat. It was such a nauseous feeling, it felt as if fire and ice were engaged in battle within you. You wanted to struggle away, but Wen Chao's grip was unyielding.

The fluid took its effect very rapidly. Pains started to agonize your stomach—pains in which a gnawing nausea was the main feature. Your eyes started to swim, and you could feel your body beginning to try to reject the poison in a violent way. You tried to breathe through it, but it was unyielding, each wave harsher than the last.

Wen Xu didn't care, remaining cold with a detached interest that didn't notice your reaction. "How does that feel?" his voice was almost clinical. "Makes you question your loyalty?"

All you could do was moan in response. The pain and the nausea together overwhelmed your senses. You shut your eyes, trying to concentrate on something, anything, but it was impossible to miss the agony that passed right through you.

But the rat-faced teenager's face hovered next to your own, both warm and rank with the scent of that dark liquid. "We can make this last for as long as we need," he whispered. "The choice is yours."

All the spirit in you, unbowed despite the pain, forced you to look up at him with defiantly blazing eyes. "I would never betray them," you almost whispered through clenched teeth.

A cruel smile twisted the corners of Wen Chao's mouth, as he drew back to let you pass.

Seconds lengthened out into agonizing minutes. How you were bearing the unbearable torture. And every ticking second was a unit measure of your strength—counting whether it was still possible to endure the pain or not—wishing so hard to scream but with the resolve to stay firm. Sweat poured from the body, the breath came in ragged gasps.

At least this little spark of hope lit your mind. Lan Wangji was out there fighting for you, and the thought of his whole acceptance of whatever the condition you possessed gave you the power to take this ordeal. His presence, even abstracted, was a beacon of hope in these sad moments of suffering.

As the effect of the drugs had worn off, so had the Wen brothers withdrawn; now their mirth was in their faces, You were left all weak and shaking, but not broken of your courage. This will suffice for now," Wen Xu declared, with parting gravitas. "Let her rest. We will question her more—after."

When the two men passed out of the tent, you stood alone in the stifling, sepulchral quiet. Agony was everywhere in your body; the brain appeared fogged from exhaustion. You could hold to one fact: you had lived through it. Pain had been racking, but the spirit had remained unbroken.

And as you would lay there, trying to piece yourself back together, some way, somehow, you would realize that no matter what, the fight was certainly one that you had signed up for. It felt like loyalty came at a premium price, though, and it was a price that just had to be paid.

Your thoughts would drift in and out of focus, and each minute passing would be a struggle toward staying focused and awake. The pain, at best, had receded to a throbbing ache, but the memory of the torture was fresh, seared into your brain.

That was when his thoughts began to stray, his mind wandering to those that really meant the most to him—Lan Wangji. The thoughts always ended up bittersweet because of the reminder of what one wished for and at the same time could not have.

Even in your misery, his face flamed in your mind—serene and unwavering. You could remember how he had looked, the softness in his eyes every time yours met his, the quiet but intense passion with which he had fought.

"Lan Wangji, where are you?…." you whispered in a small voice within an empty tent, barely speaking. There had been no reply. You worried much about what might have happened to him; the pain of it was felt in a great measure as poison.

He imagined himself out there, fighting the Xuanwu of Slaughter, trying to find a way to get to you. His absence was a hollow ache, a bitter irony of fate that had taken him away from you, perhaps, at the worst possible time.

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i hope this was an okay first chapter, i re wrote it because the first draft didn't flow that well :( i hope it flows okay. if anyone would liked to be tagged in the next coming chapters, let me know in comments or dm's please !!

[odissey061]

Kinktober, day 6

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi (the Grandmaster of demoniac cultivation)

(I have deleted some fic from my calendar: Charles x reader (Sleepy sex), Asmodeus x reader (body swap) and the juniors threesome. Sorry, but I'm really busy and I can't write what I want)

Jin Zixuan x Jiang Yanli: Lactation kink

Dear Shijie,

Do you remember many years ago when I went back to Lotus Pear after the fight with the pea- I mean, with Jin Zixuan? Back then I asked how you could have understood that you were in love with him and you answered that, when the day would have come, I would have understood it by myself. I think the day has come.

Tears of joy rolled down Jiang Yanli’s eyes and she placed the paper on her heart. Finally her A-Xian had found someone to love after many years of suffering and pain. She was awaiting that moment since she found happiness with her husband! There couldn’t be a notice that could make her happier.

He’s Lan Zhan and, God, I really love him. I really wonder how could I live so many years without realizing it. I’d really like to invite you and your family to Gusu, but right now Lan Zhan and me are in a hectic love escape from Lan Wanji’s uncle. After the whole Meng Yao’s matter was finished -by the way, I got a glimpse of your husband and he’s not wounded-, Lan Qiren was going to kidnap Lan Zhan to bring him back to Cloud Recess, so we quickly left the place.

She sighed for the relief when she read that Zixuan was fine. When he left home some weeks ago, he said he had to (unwilling) take care of an important matter. He didn’t explain it further, but she understood that, for the second time in her life, she would have seen her husband against her dear brother. She cried, begging him to don’t go: in the war assault to Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian died and Jin Zixuan barely survived. She didn’t want to see the same thing repeated after thirteen years, but her husband promised her that he would have anything in his power to prevent it. Then she discovered that her first son, Jin Ling, was kidnapped with other disciples coming from different schools and Meng Yao blamed Wei Ying for this. In the end Meng Yao was the mastermind behind that and many other crimes.

But what was important to her was that the people she loved were safe and sound and that Jin Zixuan and Jin Ling would have been at home soon. For the time they were gone, her belly became bigger and she was awaiting to see their surprised faces when they would have looked at her. 

We already bowed two times and soon we are going to legally be husband and wife. If I had never met him during this life, when I woke up in Mo Xianyu’s body, I wouldn't have known what to do. Probably I would have traveled around the world, without telling anybody my true identity; but since I met him, my life has a meaning and I have finally found a place that I can call home. There are so many things that I need to tell you, for example that Lan Zhan and I are fathers now, but I’d like to tell you these things face to face in front of a cup of tea in the Cloud Recess.

A-Xian.

Finally things went in the correct directions. The peace in Karp tower was interrupted by a joius scream:”Mooom, they are back. Father and A-Ling are back”. Jiang Yanli hastily rose up and she runned towards the cortile. Soon in her sight appeared many figures dressed with yellow robes and ahead were Jin Zixuan and Jing Ling. A-Quing was already running towards them and she jumped at Jin Ling’s feet until he took her in his arms.

"We are back” Jin Zixuan smiled at her and she kissed her when they were in the privacy of their bedroom. “Mhmm? Have you gained weight since I left? I don’t remember you had this bellypot when I left” he asked and she blushed, posing a hand on her stomach. “Well… you see…” she stuttered, but he had already understood everything. “A-Are you pregnant?” he wondered rhetorically with disbelief and she nodded:”Yes, A-Ling and A-A-Quing are going to have another sibling soon”. 

Although it was the third time going through this scene, Jin Zixuan cried nothenless. He posed his hand on Jiang Yanli’s and he whispered with a sweet voice:”I look forward to see you soon. I can promise that you will be really loved”. “I hope it will be a boy as brave as you” she said and the other absolutely refused:”I hope not. Dealing with A-Ling is enough. I want her to be a girl like you”.

That night they celebrated in their own way. Jin Zixuan laid her on the bed as he kissed her slowly. The fingertips trailed over her belly, still don’t completely believing that what's in front of him was true: for the third time he was going to have a child. He still remembers the anxiety when he discovered his wife was pregnant -he actually fainted, but nobody knew this.

“Thank you” he said, the eyes a bit wet from the tears of commotion , “Thank you for everything”. Jiang Yanli tenderly embraced him, kissing him sweetly and the man pressed another kiss for some seconds before showering her with brief kisses barely a breath away from each other. Hugging him with one arm thrown over his shoulders, Jiang Yanli closed the space between their bodies, leaving the tips of their noses touching. Letting out a soft chuckle, they kissed nonstop. 

After a while they became hotter and more passionated, their hands caressed neck and cheek burned at the mutual touch. “I do not want to risk hurting you, not at this late stage, so I’ll be careful” he said, leaning in and kissing her forehead, “I know you won’t” she reassured him. Jin Zixuan's chest was so full of happiness that it almost hurt. How can a heart contain this much love? He tried to find the answer since he married her.

When they took off their clothes, he noticed how swollen her breasts were. He left her two months ago and if her belly was so big, it meant that when he went after Wei Wuxian she was at the third or at the fourth month. He remembered from the last pregnancy that around that time Jiang Yanli’s back hurt for the weight of the breasts full of milk and they were more sensible.

So that night he got an idea. He took a glance at the heavy abdomen and caressed it with his fingers. He kissed a trail down from Jiang Yanli’s slender neck, and passing through prominent collarbones, he soon arrived at the chest. Gliding over the sensitive skin with his thumb, he got to one of the big and puffy buds resting on top of his breasts and he pressed it. 

As his wife started to moan and breathe his name, Jin Zixuan drew near his mouth to the other nipple and started sucking, making Jiang Yanli groan. He played with it using his tongue, encircling and pressing it a couple of times which only made her body shivering until a milky liquid began to fill Jin Zixuan’s mouth. 

With a last, long, and improper sucking sound, Jin Zixuan finally freed Jiang Yanli from his mouth. Giving a last lick, he moved to the other. Sucking once again, Jiang Yanli breathlessly cried out, and reaching with her hand, she intertwined her trembling fingers on Jin Zixuan’s hair. He paused to take a breath and watched her. In her eyes the plea of going forward was clear, but she was too shy to say it. His wife was so cute!

Suddenly, Jiang Yanli felt not only a pressure also between her tights. Without strength to really close the legs she once more gripped tightly Jin Zixuan’s hair, pulling at it as a way to relieve the tension provoked by his knee, which kept rubbing her inner thighs, too much close to her entrance. As he started to finger her, he continued to suck, and with a whimper, Jiang Yanli put her hand over Jin Zixuan's shoulder. 

He gradually increased in speed and the pressure and heat grew along with it, drawing groans from her. She came as soon as he grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves. “H-Husband…” she called him and Jin Zixuan passed one of her legs on his shoulders. 

He started to move, having some difficulties with how big her belly was, careful of going slow to don’t hurt her. He nibbled her chest again and drowned his wife groans in a kiss. When he noticed that their climax was close, his thrust became more erratic, pounding her entrance. Their lips met once again and, breathing the other’s name, they came. 

After the mess was finally cleaned up, the bodies washed and the bedding changed, they laid on the bed again. Jiang Yanli pressed her back on the bed and Jin Zixuan caressed her belly, gazing tenderly and lovingly at the life that was growing inside her. He placed a hand on and he almost cried then he felt a kick. “It just kicked, A-Li, he kicked. Has he recognized me as his father?” he exclaimed excited as a tear of happiness rolled down his eyes, “Yes, it has. This is how it communicates that he wants to see you” Jiang Yanli chuckled.