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Spank Bank Material

Been feelin good and 💦nasty💦 lately but I haven't had the free time to write any of my new ideas into proper fics. I wanna put them somewhere though so that maybe one day (hopefully soon) I'll have the time to come back to them and do them justice, so here's the latest bulletpoint list I wrote in my notes app earlier today!

Tags: Niecest, tw: extreme underage / pedophilia, tw: noncon / dubcon, tw: somnophilia (a bit), tw: grooming (I think?)

When Huaisang is a toddler he hates clothes as all toddlers do. After his nighttime baths it's just easier to let him run around the family quarters naked with Mingjue babysitting him until bedtime rather than wrestling him into clothes.

Mingjue hits puberty and finds out he likes watching his didi run around naked. He especially likes it when A-Sang gets sleepy and wants to crawl in his lap for cuddles. Mingjue holds him and rubs his back, his belly, his bottom, trying to calm him down and soothe him to sleep. A-Sang is too old for it, but Mingjue also lets his didi suck on his finger sometimes and he likes that a lot too.

His body keeps changing and he notices his cock is getting bigger and stiffens up sometimes when he's not really prepared for it, but he notices it happening most often around A-Sang at night. One night he can't stop rubbing his lap to try to ease the ache and A-Sang, playing naked of course as always, comes over and starts rubbing too: "Gege hurts? A-Sang can help!"

They rub his erection together until Mingjue comes and he doesn't understand what just happened but he does feel better, so that's something. The next night A-Sang starts rubbing his own lap and pouting, whining that he hurts like gege did. Mingjue, afraid that he's somehow made his didi sick with whatever's happening to him, holds him in his lap and rubs all over and around his didi's tiny penis to help. A-Sang falls asleep faster than ever that night so it becomes their routine, when A-Sang is done running and playing he lays in Mingjue's lap to have his penis massaged.

Mingjue starts kissing him, on his cheeks, his chest, his lips, his bottom. One night he kisses the tip of his penis because it looks a little pinker and wetter than usual when A-Sang falls asleep and he loves it, so he does it every night after that when he tucks A-Sang in.

Their father dies and they become completely reliant on each other, growing more and more inappropriate together as A-Sang gets a little older.

They have sex when Mingjue is 15 and Huaisang is 7. They lay naked in bed together and Mingjue lets A-Sang practice rubbing and kissing him so they 'can help each other sleep'. He comes on Huaisang and then wipes him clean before he puts him to sleep as usual, and he gives his penis a few extra kisses for good measure.

They start playing in bed in the evenings - A-Sang loves helping his gege and Mingjue comes up with pretend scenarios about why they need to touch each other. They get more and more physical, and by the time Huaisang is 8 they're having anal sex every night. Mingjue is obsessed with his didi and loves how it feels when they're together. He starts getting new ideas and acting out his fantasies with his brother, usually involving Huaisang sucking on his fingers or his nipples so Mingjue can 'feed' him, followed by Mingjue touching and kissing Huaisang everywhere he can as a reward for being such a good boy.

Mingjue starts needing Huaisang more, wanting his didi during the day as well. He starts with having Huaisang sit in his office and expose himself while Mingjue works, but it quickly escalates to fondling and petting in his office and quickies in the gardens. Huaisang likes being spoiled and spreads his legs eagerly for his gege every time, but he especially likes the times when he sits in his gege's lap and gets to kiss him all over his face and neck until his brother soaks his hole and kisses him with extra tongue.

An elder catches them one day when Huaisang is completely naked and laid out flat on a stone bench in the gardens, Mingjue kneeling in front of him to kiss and pet him with his hard cock jutting out of his loosened trousers, clearly ready to be put to good use. The elder is horrified but aware that there's no one to lead the sect but Mingjue, and this sort of perverse indiscretion would depose him for sure. He arranges for Mingjue and Huaisang to have more privacy and time to explore this with each other and tells himself it's for the good of the Sect.

Huaisang spends a lot of time reading, writing, and painting in Mingjue's office with his robes open to expose himself. He loves it when Mingjue helps himself to his body and begins realizing his body is changing when he's around 10. His penis starts acting like his gege's, growing stiff and leaking when they play though it remains as small as ever. Mingjue makes love to him on his desk the first time Huaisang ejaculates, a tiny blurt of milky white after Mingjue has rubbed his penis just right while reading through some reports. He does it again while Mingjue is inside of him and after that they're both completely insatiable.

Huaisang begins painting scenes of them together and Mingjue treasures each one, even the childish ones where they're mostly just two ink blobs in a bed. Huaisang flourishes into an early puberty like a small, delicate, incredibly horny flower and begins writing and painting erotica based on his and Mingjue's very active sex life. The first attempts are immature and poorly done, but he consumes as much porn as he makes and by the time he's 13 he's got a decent market in pornography centered around children, always with himself as the anonymous subject and equally anonymous creator (Mingjue helps him work through a couple of different brokers so it's never clear that it's A-Sang making and selling erotica about himself).

Mingjue loves trying new positions and acts that his didi wants to practice for writing his novels/painting his pictures, and by now all of the Unclean Realm knows to turn a blind eye (or else have a very good hiding place to watch from) whenever the sect leader and sect heir go for a 'walk' in the gardens, as inevitably Mingjue is going to strip his didi naked and show any passing observer just what he thinks of his didi's juvenile charm.

They usually go for a few rounds in the garden, and several times people have stopped to watch in fascination (some horrified, some aroused, some both) as Mingjue spears his tiny didi open on his enormous cock, Huaisang flushed and kiss-bitten and clearly in ecstasy judging by his sweet, high-pitched begging for more.

To outsiders, there is no heir to the Nie. Mingjue is sect leader and he keeps a concubine, a child bride from a small subsidiary to the north. They dress A-Sang in silks and jewels, paint his face, and put him on a cushioned reclining sofa as if his health is frail, and Mingjue doesn't stray from his side during conferences. No one is comfortable with the sensual way Mingjue tends to his young concubine, and more than a few visiting leaders have seen him slip a hand under 'her' skirts for a quick fondle under the guise of checking on 'her', but the Nie are all that stands between them and Qishan Wen, so no one ever speaks up.

Mingjue and Huaisang love the 'game' and have a loooot of vigorous sex about it whenever they possibly can, A-Sang regressing to his younger behaviors and Mingjue doing everything he can to get them both off over and over again.

[TBC]

#niecest #tw: incest #tw: extreme underage #tw: pedophilia #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: somnophilia #tw: grooming #dead dove do not eat #I might go a little further with this idea but their childhood touching is what I really wanted to focus on #so if/when I get around to writing this that's what it'll be mostly about I think #Is it too on the nose to title these like. idea-list-thing kind of posts my Spank Bank material? #I mean.....that's what it is....but is it gauche to say it? #(asks the porn author lol)

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Also, completely unrelated to my last post, I've been having vague Thoughts lately about one of my old wips where I was trying to figure out what would be comparable to the ChengXian golden core uno reverse reveal from canon in a modern AU that isn't like. 'we knocked your ass out and swapped one of your organs with your brother's' because that doesn't real work for me in a modern context, and also while that can definitely be sexualized it's not really the straight-up-porn mudpit I prefer to wallow in.

So what did I decide to try? you may be wondering.

WELL - how about some ChengQing where they're experimenting with letting a third in because good ol' subby-as-fuck JC is into impact play and blindfolding and rimming, only the last of which his lovely wife isn't keen on giving him. So without JC's knowledge, WQ and WWX arrange for WWX to be the one to give him an incredible tonguing/dicking down (or maybe several 👀👀) to make sure their favorite subby bottom is taken care of 😎

#my fic #Chengxian #incest #wip #only sort of a wip I suppose since i'm just talking about it and not posting it lol #also hi hello it's me I'm back after months with more filthy shameless incest #Did y'all miss the filthy incest as much as I did? 😂 #TW: dubcon #Ooo oo oo new thought new thought - extra bonus points if the second time they do it WN is there filming it all #and I mean it's like live porn and everyone in the room is fucking gorgeous so of course he gets into it #and later he can reveal that not only was it WWX who was fucking JC so good he saw stars but WN was there watching it all go down lol #and to really drive it home he also admits to jerking off while filming the three of them together #ANYWAY THAT'S ALL I JUST LIKE INCEST SMUT OKAY

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FINALLY!!

After much waiting and being way too busy to write anything at all for annoyingly long stretches of time, the next chapter of Grindr Is Cheaper Than Therapy is written and just needs an edit 😌 and it is HEFTY (7.6k words before editing!). So much smut, so much overthinking, and do I want to know how many times Xichen has said (or moaned or whined or screamed 😏) 'Daddy' in this fic?? ....Maybe actually yeah, that would be funny lol

#my fic

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Oh good to know!! Yeah I still haven't come to any kind of decision on this, I'll figure it out eventually 😂 If you do end up posting yours like that could you send me a link so I can see how you do it (and also read it 😈)?

man I have so many little snippets of porn/half-baked ideas that were hot when I thought of them but that I don't feel like fleshing out anymore and I have no idea what to do with them. Like I don't want to delete them but also I don't know if that's the sort of thing that would be acceptable to post on AO3, even as like. Little chapters all in one work. That's usually a no-no because the tags get too unwieldy for people to scroll past, right?

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@deathbyoctopi said "what what what what there's Octi's suggestions in there??? 👀👀👀" and also "#siblings #the full stop one" (in the reblog tags)

From this wip game post

"Siblings" is already answered here: 😜 :but I'll include another snippet that comes directly after the first one under the cut!

"Octi's suggestions": I thought you might be curious about that one 😂 That's the one based on a prompt you got forever ago now on Foxy's jadecest prompt generator, the one with a cursed/de-aged Sizhui who needs Jadecest's 'help' (wink wink) to break the curse

".": This is actually the only one in the list that isn't incest! It's modern genderbent Wangxian from LWJ's pov with some somno/noncon with a comphet!WWX, who discovers she's definitely not straight when LWJ doesn't really give her any other option

Snippets from each under the cut!

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Siblings:

“To each his own. Alright Meng Yao, let him down,” he calls out over Huaisang’s whining, spoiled and petulant. Meng Yao finishes folding Huaisang’s sheer robes neatly and then unfastens the complicated knots holding his arms up. “Come here, didi,” he orders with a glare; Huaisang obeys, slinking closer warily and making playful, ineffective attempts to cover his nudity. It’s all for show, of course - one that Nie Mingjue thoroughly enjoys. “In my lap.”

Huaisang lights up immediately and hurries up onto the dais to clamber into his lap, peppering his lips and neck in kisses as he rolls his hips eagerly against Nie Mingjue’s stomach. He goes perfectly still, though, when Nie Mingjue brings his open palm down on the naked curve of his ass with a sharp slap that rings through the room. Huaisang whimpers softly and suddenly it’s an entirely different game, Huaisang melting against him and nibbling on his ear to try to reduce his punishment as Nie Mingjue rubs the spot he’d spanked with a proprietary hand.

“Whiny little brat,” he huffs and spanks him again to hear him cry out, feel him jerk in his arms. “It’s the middle of summer, what good is it to complain about the cold when I know you’re lying?” He spanks him again and Huaisang shivers - that’s the point, of course. This is the goal, so Nie Mingjue bundles him closer, coaxes him up onto his knees, with a tight arm around his waist to be able to get at more of his tender cheeks. He spanks him raw and red, each impact juddering through both of them until Huaisang is nothing more than a whimpering, shivering, sniffly mess in his lap and Nie Mingjue is rock hard for him, just as he should be.

“Good, didi~” Lan Xichen’s breathless praise pulls Nie Mingjue briefly out of his little bubble of bliss kissing Huaisang’s tears away to turn his head and look at his friend. Wangji has him all the way in his throat now, head bobbing and eyes shut as he concentrates on sucking his brother off. Nie Mingjue reaches under Huaisang’s lifted hips to part his own robes and start working on freeing his cock as they watch Wangji deepthroat his brother, and when Wangji pulls off with his cheeks hollowed to make Lan Xichen moan Nie Mingjue slides home inside Huaisang’s too-tight body with a groan.

“Da-ge!!” Huaisang instantly protests, squirming and crying out even as he bundles himself closer to Nie Mingjue’s chest. “Ow, da-ge, it hurts!!”

“Good.” Nie Mingjue nips at Huaisang’s ear and sucks on the velvety soft lobe. “Why wouldn’t it hurt? You haven’t been letting anyone else inside, have you?”

“No, da-ge,” Huaisang sniffles and clumsily readjusts with little hitching gasps. Wangji dives back down Lan Xichen’s cock with a strained moan and Nie Mingjue bottoms out in Huaisang’s ass, his grunts mixing with Lan Xichen’s moans and encouragements as they use their brothers together.

Huaisang is still small by cultivator standards and so Nie Mingjue has no trouble holding him by the hips to bounce him on his cock, his little brother’s whining and complaining music to his ears. For all that he sometimes envies his best friend his precise and obedient Sibling Consort, he’d still much rather have his own just how he is - messy and whiny and bratty, just begging to be destroyed.

Huaisang comes with a wet sob, body pulsing around him, walls crushingly tight around his aching cock. Nie Mingjue shoots his load deep inside his body in the next moment, grunting and moaning around savage bites to his brother’s shoulders, his tender nipples. Huaisang takes it all and drapes himself attractively against his chest then, his purpose now mostly ornamental (and to keep his cock wet) until Nie Mingjue wants him again. He turns his head just in time to watch Wangji jerk his brother off into his open mouth, hand working furiously up and down Lan Xichen’s shaft to coax him into filling his mouth with a sticky puddle of come, which he displays for them until Lan Xichen taps his chin to instruct him to swallow. 

His friend sighs in satisfaction then and Nie Mingjue smiles at him knowingly. He leans over to kiss his cheek and Lan Xichen hums, pleased, as he rubs his fingertips back and forth against Wangji’s ribbon at his temple. 

“It’s a shame we can’t play like this with everyone this week,” Nie Mingjue muses as he pets Huaisang’s bare back in long, heavy strokes to relax him. “Been a while since we had a good group training.”

“Mm. I believe we could find a way, if you truly want to. We’re in the Unclean Realm, after all. If you wish to summon the other heirs to a private audience who would stop you? And naturally during a discussion conference they’ll be keeping their Consorts close at hand anyway, they would bring them.”

Nie Mingjue hums thoughtfully as he rubs Nie Huaisang’s ass, hot to the touch from his spanking. Lan Xichen makes a good point, and once he’s fucked Nie Huaisang again he calls Meng Yao over to give him instructions to summon the appropriate people to a private audience chamber during the lull between the opening ceremonies and the welcome banquet the next afternoon.

Lan Xichen just smiles at him and comes on his brother’s face again with a groan.

Octi's Suggestions (TW: Underage):

“Absolutely not!” They’d said, appalled.

“Hanguang-Jun, this is too far!”

“That can’t possibly be the counter, we’ll figure something else out, Lan Zhan. Let’s not jump to conclusions.”

Wangji carries his son to the Hanshi, his sleepy weight resting on his chest like he hasn’t in twenty years. It had taken Wei Ying even longer than usual to fall asleep, fretting, but Wangji knows the late hour won’t matter.

“Wangji?”

“Xiongzhang. I know the counter.”

Xichen, dressed only in his sleep robe, opens the door wider and beckons him in. 

“What is it?”

“He must feel like an adult. Remember what it’s like to be grown.”

Xichen’s eyes flicker down to the sleeping toddler in Wangji’s arms. They don’t need words — the quickest way to remind their partner of his adulthood is to do the things they’ve only done with him in maturity. They both know this to be true.

“Lay him down,” Xichen murmurs, and Wangji, ever the obedient didi, does as he’s told.

A-Yuan stirs awake as they undress him, whimpers a little when they hold him on his side between their naked bodies, pet him everywhere with tender hands.

“Be good,” Wangji tells him, a heated mumble against the delicate shell of his ear.

“Rich-gege?”

“We’ll make it better,” Xichen murmurs and kisses A-Yuan’s soft forehead. “It’s okay, baobei.”

Wangji wets his littlest finger with a few passes of his tongue and carefully, carefully, wiggles the tip into his son’s puckered little hole. A-Yuan gasps and squirms right into Xichen’s hand rubbing his penis, and Wangji nudges his hips forward to rub his erection against his brother’s for a bit of relief.

. (TW: somnophilia and noncon):

Lan Zhan is many things. She’s a musician, and an athlete, and a bi-weekly volunteer at the closest animal shelter to the apartment she shares with Wei Ying. She’s polite, and quiet, and filial. She’s a great many things that look good on a CV, things that make her uncle proud.

She’s also a great many things that have no business being on her resumé or discussed around the table at the monthly family dinners.

She’s gay, for one. In love with her roommate, for two. And, perhaps most damning, she’s absolutely insatiable.

It had taken her a long time to finally break her iron control and do the sorts of things that she’s always been warned against - far longer than she thinks would be standard for someone else in her position. But when she had, a dam she hadn’t fully realized existed had burst, and she doesn’t know how to stop it up again. Or if she wants to.

After all, Wei Ying won’t ever stop lounging around the house in skimpy outfits, and she won’t stop hanging off of Lan Zhan and flinging herself across her lap, and she won’t stop asking Lan Zhan to shave her undercut as if begging for an excuse to have Lan Zhan’s hands on her neck, her shoulders. Why, if Wei Ying won’t stop, should Lan Zhan? Why should she stop looking when Wei Ying puts her mile-long, deeply tanned legs on display, or wears threadbare tank tops with nothing on beneath them? Why shouldn’t she look and fantasize when Wei Ying wears shorts that leave nothing to the imagination? Why should she stop masturbating to thoughts of her soft and whiny and shivering with pleasure in Lan Zhan’s bed?

Well. She knows she should, but she won’t.

Wei Ying is wonderfully, beautifully, sensually, carnally frustrating. Which is why now during their weekly movie nights she insists on spooning on the couch. Which is why she insists that they be under a blanket while they spoon, the slotted shapes of their bodies hidden by the bulky fabric. They don’t live with anyone else, but Lan Zhan still gets something of an illicit thrill out of it, the fantasy that she could touch Wei Ying’s body in secret and no one would be the wiser. It’s been going on like this for months now, and Lan Zhan has decided it’s time to indulge.

Wei Ying is prone to napping. She doesn’t sleep properly at night and rarely sits still during the day, which means that when Lan Zhan settles her down for movie night (always the little spoon) she falls asleep quickly. She’s sleeping deeply tonight, even more deeply than usual, but Lan Zhan still can’t help but fear that the pounding of her heart will be enough to wake Wei Ying at any moment. Still, she has to press on with her plans regardless, and so after swallowing thickly a few times she tugs the blanket slowly down to their waists to be able to watch unimpeded as she ghosts her free hand up Wei Ying’s red tank top to cup said hand around her soft breast.

She lingers there for an endless moment, feeling the lightly ribbed cotton against her palm, the steady rise and fall of Wei Ying’s breathing, the warm weight of her. She applies a gentle pressure and watches her own hand with rapt attention, lips parting as soft, round flesh gives way easily. And now there’s no plausible deniability - she squeezes again and must admit to herself that she’s groping Wei Ying as she sleeps. That shouldn’t be so arousing, she knows, but as she squeezes again and gives her breast a slow rub as well she decides she doesn’t care about shoulds and shouldn’ts. Wei Ying is soft and pliable. Vulnerable. Lan Zhan is horny and well aware that she would be better for Wei Ying than any of the guys she comes home whining about. She rubs Wei Ying’s breast again to see her hardening nipple strain under the fabric, and she lets herself want.

She brushes across Wei Ying’s nipple with her thumb and then her fingertips, rubbing little circles around it through the fabric of her shirt until there’s nothing left to the imagination - and then her fingers creep up to pull the neckline down to reveal her breast properly, all silky tan skin and a dusky rose peaked nipple, puckered against her caressing fingers. She tucks herself a little more firmly against Wei Ying’s back and has to swallow hard as she watches her own hand on Wei Ying’s naked breast, her mouth watering with the desire to taste her. She exhales shakily and tries to ignore how wet she’s making herself like this, especially when Wei Ying sighs softly in her sleep and relaxes back against her, warm and boneless.

She pauses just long enough to make sure Wei Ying isn’t waking, and only when she’s sure she’s not does she give her nipple a featherlight pinch, and then another, and then a final one that’s a bit harder to see her back arch. A soft groan builds up in Wei Ying’s throat and despite the way it sets Lan Zhan on fire, she decides it’s time to stop for the night. She pulls the neckline of the tank top back up, gives her breast one more gentle squeeze, and then slides her hand back down to Wei Ying’s waist where it belongs. She presses her hand flat to Wei Ying’s toned stomach and thinks about holding her there to grind her cunt against her ass, pulling Wei Ying’s shorts down to do it against her panties until they’re just as soaked and slippery as Lan Zhan’s. But she behaves. She keeps her hand and her hips still and she’s the perfect gentleman when Wei Ying wakes a little while later with a cute little hum and slow blinks up at her.

#tag game #NSFW #Niecest #jadecest #wangxian #XiZhanZhui #< is that the ship name for jadecest plus sizhui? #TW: underage #TW: noncon #ask: deathbyoctopi

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@burbicksblog @foreheadkissesforzewu-jun said "Tell me about 'I dunno anymore man' 😂"

From this wip game post

Okay LOOK 😂

This was like. Maybe my second or third incest thing that I was trying to work on without feeling like I was having much success writing anything else? And I was just like. 'Okay @ me I guess I'm a fuckin incest writer I dunno anymore man!' so that's just what I called it lol

But anyway it's about 12k of modern jadecest (with some WWX tossed in for spice) in which they're grown up and LXC, who's always wanted his didi but didn't think he wanted sex period, has started peeping on Wangxian's very active sex life and has continued 'lowkey' (he thinks) hitting on LWJ when they spend time together like he always has, and WWX reaches the point where he just wants them to resolve the tension that LWJ doesn't even seem to realize exists. So then the Lan boys come up with the super flimsy excuse of LXC teaching LWJ how to top WWX better by bottoming for LXC, because LWJ has only ever topped WWX and doesn't know what it feels like to bottom, so won't he be a better lover once he knows? And obviously LWJ is instantly addicted to his gege lol

Snippet from the beginning under the cut!

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For their entire lives, Lan Huan has shared everything with his didi, has made sure that Lan Zhan was as spoiled of a child as he could be under Lan Qiren’s ascetic upbringing. Of course he’d still grown up quiet and closed-off, rigid in his obeisance to the rules and expectations placed unequally on their shoulders. Lan Huan hadn’t been much help there, but he had still made sure Lan Zhan was given everything he wanted, whether he knew it or not.

It’s only natural, he knows, that these habits should fade with time. And they did - he’s enjoyed things in his adult life that he hasn’t seen the need to share with his little brother. His serious, upright little brother, who had never previously shown interest in such things beyond the most clinical of questions when he’d been a teenager. The fact that he’d even asked the questions at all had been a surprise, but Lan Huan had been happy enough to share what he knew, despite the fact that they’d both blushed furiously throughout the conversation (though he suspects for extremely different reasons).

Now, though, they’re grown. They’re independent, though they see each other frequently. Multiple times a week, Lan Huan spends time with his didi, either going out for lunch or going with him to yoga when their schedules line up, or else simply visiting him in the home he shares with his partner to enjoy his company. 

It’s there that Lan Huan is consistently reminded that his brother has depths even he doesn’t know.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan admonishes from around the corner in the kitchen. He’d gone to make tea a few minutes ago. Lan Huan had stood after an appropriate length of time to check on him, and he would be lying were he to say that he hadn’t hoped for this sort of reason for the delay. Considering he still finds himself incapable of lying even in his adulthood, he’s glad there’s no one around to ask him what the hell he’s doing as he settles in to lean against the wall, out of sight of the kitchen. 

“C’mon Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying wheedles. “Just keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll just -“ There’s the faint rustle of fabric, the quiet-sharp slide of a zip, and then twin sighs and the too-hard clink of cutlery against ceramic.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan exhales in an entirely different tone than before. A tone that Lan Huan has never had cause to hear before Wei Ying’s whirlwind entrance into their lives. A tone he has heard many times since then, though neither Lan Zhan nor Wei Ying realize it.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Wei Ying mumbles. “It’s okay, Lan Zhan, just a quick one, alright? I just need to touch you before you go back to Lan-da-ge.”

An important fact that Lan Huan had learned early on in his brother’s relationship with Wei Ying is that not only is Wei Ying utterly shameless, he’s also insatiable. The much more startling counterpart to that fact is that, apparently, so is Lan Zhan.

So many hidden depths, even after all these years.

Lan Huan closes his eyes and leans more heavily against the wall as he listens to the rhythmic stroking of Wei Ying’s hand on Lan Zhan’s cock right there in their kitchen at 3pm on a sunny afternoon. He listens to Lan Zhan attempting to finish making the tea for them to share as his partner jerks him off against the counter, and something hot that Lan Huan doesn’t examine too closely pools low in his belly.

“Just like that, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying praises just a minute or two later. “Good, just relax. You’re so tense, baby, you can relax,” Wei Ying coaxes. Lan Huan has spent so many years of his life trying to help Lan Zhan find ways to relax, to unwind, to let himself loosen up even a little. He had never suspected that this could be the way to do it.

Lan Zhan sets a spoon down with a clatter and Lan Huan risks a peek around the corner. Their backs are to him, and so he watches as Lan Zhan’s hips buck and his shoulders bunch up and then slump as he groans, and Wei Ying’s stroking hand suddenly sounds a hell of a lot wetter.

“There you go, baby,” Wei Ying croons and Lan Zhan shivers visibly, hunched over the tray containing two steaming mugs of tea. “So good, Lan Zhan. Do you feel better?”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan hums with a nod. Lan Huan retreats in silence to settle back on the sofa, a book in his hands that he stares at unseeingly as he wills his erection away. He accepts the mug of tea his brother brings to him less than a minute later, no trace of Wei Ying’s ministrations left on him save for the blush at the tips of his ears and the way he can’t seem to take his eyes off the mug that Lan Huan raises to his lips.

“Are you alright, didi?” Lan Huan asks, tongue sweet with extra honey.

“Mn,” Lan Zhan hums. Lan Huan nods and smiles around the next sip of his tea. Imagines a bitter tang to it that may or may not be there. 

Whether Lan Zhan has ever truly realized it or not, Lan Huan has been happy and eager to share everything with him, so long as it’ll make him happy. Maybe one day he’ll find the words to tell his brother everything he’d love to do.

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Two very important things are true.

Wei Wuxian is neither blind, nor an idiot.

Lan Xichen is not as subtle as he seems to think.

While Wei Wuxian wouldn’t necessarily say that he’s had a feeling since the minute he met Lan Xichen, his ah-ha moment had come not long after. He doesn’t fault himself for not seeing it immediately - Lan Xichen is polite and gentle, all upright manners and a soft smile that never seems to leave his lips. He’s the picture of genteel elegance, and when Wei Wuxian had met him he’d been more than a little distracted by the fear of disappointing Lan Zhan’s favorite person in the whole world to see the whole picture the pair of them paint.

He’d been a bit too distracted to think much of the over-long hug, the gentle tucking of Lan Zhan’s hair behind his ear, the way Lan Xichen’s eyes follow his brother wherever he goes. He hadn’t seen it then, but when he and Lan Zhan had moved in together and he’d started to see them doing the same in private, he’d understood.

Actually, all it had taken was watching Lan Xichen help Lan Zhan figure out a complicated yoga pose to spot it. Wei Wuxian considers himself pretty damn physically affectionate, especially with his family, but it would never even cross his mind to run his hand up the entire length of the back of his brother’s leg, hold his ass tightly enough to see the strength being used, press his cock to the round swell of his ass cheek, and murmur an intimate, “Oh..that’s good, didi, just like that. Good boy,” as said didi breathes and groans through the stretch.

So - Wei Ying isn’t blind, and Lan Xichen isn’t subtle. But Lan Zhan is entirely unaware that his relationship with his brother isn’t normal. Wei Wuxian figured that out pretty quickly too, and he’d just as quickly decided that it would be better to leave them be. If they’re happy then he’s happy, and it’s clear that they don’t actually do anything other than the routine Wei Wuxian sees. Yoga. Lunches. Tea at the house and, on rare occasions, a movie night. 

But he just can’t leave well enough alone.

Because the thing about Lan Xichen is that he’s gorgeous, and polite, and indulgent. He’s seen it over and over again, always giving Lan Zhan the better mug, or the last piece of chocolate, or a lingering caress. It’s perfectly obvious who spoiled Lan Zhan utterly rotten to make him Like That(™) and, well…Wei Ying would like to be spoiled by Lan-da-ge too. Lan Zhan indulges him constantly - Wei Ying just wants to find out the fun and dirty way if Lan Xichen will as well.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Xichen warns as his hands stray during their usual hug-for-warmth greeting. Lan Xichen is wearing a stylishly long pea coat today that conveniently covers him down to his thighs. Honestly it’s just an open invitation.

Wei Ying fakes innocence to ask, “What’s up?” as he gives up the pretense and drops both hands to squeeze Lan Xichen’s ass. Lan Xichen’s answering chuckle ruffles through his hair and Wei Ying tips his head back a bit to press the tip of his nose under Lan Xichen’s jaw.

“You take so many liberties.” There’s gentle censure in Lan Xichen’s tone - but he doesn’t move to pull away. Or push Wei Ying away. Or force him to slide his hands up to his back where they belong. Lan Xichen, rather than doing any of those things, runs a large hand up and down Wei Ying’s side in ponderous investigation.

“You make it so easy to,” Wei Ying replies with a smirk he knows Lan Xichen can feel. Lan Xichen hums low and intimate in his ear, tucking himself around him, and he’s just beginning to nibble and suck softly on Wei Ying’s earlobe when he pulls back, drags himself away despite Wei Ying’s (aroused) pouting. 

“Don’t be out too late, Wei Ying,” Lan Xichen says as he shrugs out of that incredible coat and hangs it up on his usual hook. “You know Lan Zhan and I worry.” Ohhh there’s a significance to the look in his eyes that makes Wei Ying’s knees a little weak. Lan Zhan chooses that moment to appear at the end of the hallway and Wei Wuxian can only stare at the two of them side by side, actually drooling a little at the thought of being caught between them. Or underneath them. Or watching them.

God Wei Ying is in far too deep to keep pretending like he doesn’t want them to break the tension and just fuck it out already, whether he’s there or not. He makes his escape with a kiss blown to Lan Zhan, and he swears he hears a quiet, “How would you like it today, A-Zhan?” as he closes the door behind himself.

#tag game #NSFW #incest #jadecest #plus wangxian #also WWX's pov there at the end is after jadecest have already started experimenting with 'teaching' so yes he definitely heard that lol #ask: foreheadkissesforzewu-jun

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Tell me more about “Siblings” pls 👀🔥

From this wip game post

@foxyyaoguai

Gladly!

My own note about it to myself at the start of the document: Younger siblings become playthings for their elders, born to serve the family heirs and expected to be sexually available from the day they first become aroused. They spend some time being trained in the arts of pleasure and then are expected to serve.

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I was toying around with an AU idea kind of inspired by the universe of You're Stuck With Me where, among the Great Sects, younger siblings are raised and groomed to be the sexual consorts of their older siblings, to be showed off at every opportunity and with each Sect having its own culture around the practice. So like the Lans have an extremely rigid and disciplined training system; the Nie are brazen sadomasochists; the Jiang are a lot more free-spirited and take pride in showing off those swimmers' physiques and whatever kinks they have without shame; and then I haven't really nailed down the Jin and Wen cultures because I haven't gotten very far in the actual writing of it, but that's the general idea!

I'm putting a snippet from the beginning under the cut 🥰

“Sang-didi is coming along well,” Lan Xichen remarks at his side, fingers toying with Wangji’s trailing ribbon as they watch Huaisang. Nie Mingjue grunts his agreement and lounges back in his throne, knees spread and hands dangling over the boar faces carved into the front of both armrests. 

“He had a hard time getting to First Arousal, but everything’s gone smoothly since. Once we realized he needed spring books to help him he’s had no trouble.”

“Mm. A little nudge in the right direction never hurts,” Lan Xichen hums and presses two fingertips to the side of his brother’s head. Wangji unbends his flawless posture just enough to lay his head on his brother’s knee and Nie Mingjue tamps down a minor flash of jealousy for the Lan style of training. They’re just so precise, so controlled, right up until the moment of penetration and then it’s like they’ve never heard the word 'restraint' in their entire lives. 

“Da-ge,” Huaisang pouts from where he’s tied up in the center of the throne room, hands strung above his head while Meng Yao undresses him for their pleasure. “It’s too cold in here to be naked!”

“You’ll get used to it,” Nie Mingjue says as if he isn’t going to bundle the boy up in his lap as soon as he’s untied. Meng Yao’s hands are steady and sure as he continues stripping Huaisang down for them, turning the process into a drawn-out tease as Huaisang whines and pouts just right, obeying his training to the letter. 

“Insolent,” Lan Xichen smirks, amused, and Nie Mingjue can’t help but smirk as well, hand already itching to smack his brother’s pale bottom.

“Just the way I want him.”

Lan Xichen hums again and gives Wangji a couple more silent commands - only the Lans know what they all mean, so Nie Mingjue is pleasantly surprised when Wangji sits up again and then turns to face his brother so he can duck in and bury his face in his lap. 

Lan Xichen sighs happily and stays still for Wangji to begin parting his layers strategically to suck his cock without unnecessary immodesty. “Mmm I like mine obedient. Wangji almost never needs my correction.”

#tag game #NSFW #jadecest #niecest #ask: foxyyaoguai

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Stuff in My WIPs Folder

Showing up weeks after the fact to find that @foxyyaoguai and @foreheadkissesforzewu-jun both tagged me in this WIP game, so sorry for the delay but I'm gonna do it! (and thanks for tagging me ^_^)

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you asks with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'm not very creative with my naming and a couple of these are ongoing fics that I've already posted parts of (because I write the whole fic in one document split up into chapter sections) but anyway I hope y'all are intrigued by something at least lol

Post dsibai [Daddy Says I'm the Best At It] extras

LQR Grindr [Grindr Is Cheaper Than Therapy]

Modern mf jades claim [Meimei Keeps It Tight]

New swm [Stuck With Me]

I dunno anymore man

Octi's suggestions

Yanli tentacle

Nie sq claim

JYL

Bf LXC claim

More badwrong Nie

JYL Watching claim

Hmmm

Nie badwrong

Siblings

Useful WY

. [yes it's literally just a full stop]

Snippets - CQ

Okay so those are my wips, in the sense that they are works that are theoretically in progress, even if I haven't written in a particular document in entirely way too long to still be considered working on it 😂 I'm not really sure I can even think of this many people to tag but if anyone wants to know more or play the game themselves consider yourself tagged!

#tag game #NSFW #the untamed #incest #niecest #lancest #jadecest #jiangcest #yeah so there's a looot of incest in this list lol #actually i think they're all incest except one 🙈 #also i think it goes without saying that they're all porn

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Favorite Teacher, Perfect Student

CW's: Incest, Underage

Reviews: "A fungus of a fan fiction" - AO3 self-proclaimed Not-A-Hater | "It is delicious! 100% reccomend!!" - @deathbyoctopi | "Omg, this was so damn good i just want more ❣️❣️🤷❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️" -An AO3 commenter with taste 😌

Summary:

A pre-fic extra for my Lancest/Jadecest fic 'You're Stuck With Me'

Lan Xichen, just coming into puberty and beginning to experiment with his complete sexual freedom as a Main Family Lan, comes to Lan Qiren to ask for his help - first in learning how to fuck others, and then in learning how to get fucked himself. Lan Qiren is, of course, more than happy to teach his nephew anything he wants to know.

Lan Qiren had thought long and hard for years as to what he would do when the time came to begin sharing the Lan birthright with his nephews. For his own part, he hadn’t discovered much interest in it until he was nearly 20, though he knows now that that was something of an oddity. By the time Lan Xichen is nearing puberty (and Lan Qiren has noticed how much he hangs on Nie Mingjue’s every word and knows the day is quickly approaching), he’s decided that he’ll let Lan Xichen decide for himself what direction his physical education will take. 

He invites Lan Xichen to stay in his old room for a few weeks the summer he’s 14, and he waits patiently each night for what he wants. Finally, one evening long after he’s doused the lanterns and begun meditating in secret outside his nephew’s door, he hears it. 

The soft, rhythmic rustling of cloth and skin, and his nephew’s quiet breathing, hitching every so often and just a little harder than normal as he masturbates. He seems to try a few different speeds and rhythms as Lan Qiren listens, but he’s a hormonal boy now in the desperate throes of puberty – it’s mere minutes before he hears his nephew speed up his stroking to a fevered pitch before he goes silent save for a punched out moan, quiet but unmuffled. 

Lan Qiren, satisfied that it’s time to teach his nephew properly, listens for a little while longer to hear if he’ll repeat the experiment before he gives up and goes to bed, following in his nephew’s footsteps with his hand on his cock to pleasure himself before he sleeps.

Lan Xichen’s eyes grow big and round with poorly-concealed wonder the next day when Lan Qiren tells him of their special privileges, and he answers the boy’s very few blushing, halting questions easily, still his nephew’s favorite teacher.

He hears a few days later that the boy was caught masturbating in the library, and then again behind some bushes by the women’s bath – then the men’s – then in his bed in front of the boy he shares his sleeping quarters with – and soon his nephew is openly enjoying himself anywhere he sees fit. Lan Qiren, true to his word, doesn’t attempt to curb his appetite or tell him to keep it somewhere private. He’d told the boy he couldn’t be scolded by anyone for his sexual exploits, and if that has translated to indulging his apparent fascination with exhibitionism then Lan Qiren will support and enable his nephew’s tastes.

The Sect adjusts quickly to the sight of their beloved Heir with his robes open and hand working furiously over his cock. Lan Qiren himself even catches the boy at it a few months after he’d begun, rounding the corner near the practice grounds to spot his nephew bucking eagerly into his pumping fist as he watches the older boys practice their forms from the sidelines. He takes a moment to appreciate his own little peep show – feels his cock stir in his trousers at the sight of his nephew’s flushed cheeks, his eager hand on his penis – and decides then and there that he’s going to take a very hands-on approach whenever Lan Xichen is ready for more.

That opportunity comes just a couple months later. Lan Xichen shyly tells him that he wants to try something he saw in one of his favorite spring books with a boy from his music cultivation class, and so Lan Qiren arranges an evening through the boy’s parents in which he and Lan Xichen join Lan Qiren in his home for their lesson. 

“This will feel very different from touching yourself, Xichen,” Lan Qiren tells his nephew as he takes care of fingering their guest open himself, to be on the safe side. “You of course may do whatever feels best for you, but don’t forget your partner’s pleasure is equally important. I expect you to help Lijin here reach his orgasm as well, especially as you’ll be his first.” Lan Qiren feels the boy’s hole flutter and clench around his intruding fingers at that and he rubs his naked bottom soothingly with the hand not stuffed inside him. 

“Yes Shufu,” Lan Xichen says happily because he’s a good boy like that, and then Lan Qiren is guiding both boys into position. He helps Lan Xichen align his hips and presses a hand to his ass to coax him into seating himself in his partner’s tight body. They both whimper and pant and moan as they grow used to the sensations with anxious, clumsy bucks of their hips; Lan Qiren sits back in his low chair beside the bed to slip his cock free and begin stroking himself with his hand still coated lightly in oil from relaxing young Wu Lijin’s hole. 

“Find a rhythm, Xichen, like you do with your hand. Hold him still if you must, take control.” For a long moment he isn’t sure his nephew heard him, but then he’s clutching tightly at his partner's bony hips and bucking forward a little too hard, a little too fast, though neither of them seems to mind. Lan Qiren strokes himself indulgently as he appreciates the (amateur, but still alluring) spectacle they make, and though Lan Xichen’s first penetrative experience is charmingly simple in its execution his nephew still comes in record time with desperate moans that go straight to Lan Qiren’s twitching cock. 

He’s sure by now that between Lan Xichen’s downright prodigious cultivation and his insatiable libido that his refractory time is practically as nonexistent as Lan Qiren’s own. Which is why he’s unsurprised that when he tells his nephew, “You may have him again if you find yourself still aroused,” Lan Xichen simply agrees and begins humping his partner again, eager and clumsy in his haste for another orgasm. Wu Lijin, clearly briefed on his duties by his parents, only hitches his shirt higher to more fully expose his nude lower half for the (vigorous) taking. 

Lan Qiren coaches Lan Xichen through orgasm after orgasm over the following weeks, teaching him on both boys and girls alike until Lan Xichen is a good enough lover that Lan Qiren’s presence during his exploits becomes much more about his own voyeurism fetish rather than his nephew’s instruction (save only for the occasional act he hasn’t performed before). Not that Lan Qiren is opposed in any way to simply being an observer, of course, but it doesn’t take long before he begins to want a more active role in his nephew’s experiments again. It comes as a distinct relief, then, when the boy approaches him one evening after they’ve shared dinner to ask him – head ducked and cheeks red – if Lan Qiren would teach him how to take as well as give.

Lan Qiren’s agreement is instantaneous and paired with excitement that he doesn’t allow to show as he gestures for Lan Xichen to approach. “Of course, Xichen, it’s only natural to wonder what it feels like from the other side of things,” he praises as he coaxes Lan Xichen to sit in his lap like he hasn’t since the boy had been young enough to do so without anyone fussing while Lan Qiren was busy with the endless paperwork involved in running a Sect. The circumstances now, though, are of course entirely different from those early days, and Lan Qiren thrills again as he rests his hands on Lan Xichen’s hips to turn him so that he’s straddling Lan Qiren’s lap rather than sitting sideways across it.

He starts slowly, savoring the process of loosening Lan Xichen’s belts, parting his robes with wandering hands. His nephew jerks in his grip when Lan Qiren palms at his chest so he does it again, firm and confident. 

“Shufu!” Lan Xichen gasps softly. Lan Qiren doesn’t reply, simply pinches his nipple and gathers him closer when his back arches. He glances down between them briefly and is both pleased and unsurprised to find the front of Lan Xichen’s trousers already tenting rather obviously as the boy gasps and whimpers for every touch. Lan Qiren rubs his nephew’s wonderfully sensitive nipples a few more times before he releases them in favor of continuing to strip Lan Xichen naked. The relatively simple process is complicated by Lan Xichen’s incessant humping and kisses smeared to his neck and jaw; the artless enthusiasm has Lan Qiren dripping in his trousers already. 

When his nephew is completely naked in his lap Lan Qiren stands with the boy in his arms to carry him to bed. He sits down on the edge and helps Lan Xichen stay steady on his knees to straddle him again, and he slicks his fingers generously with oil from the jar beside the bed while Lan Xichen continues to pepper his neck with frantic kisses.

He slides his arm around Lan Xichen’s waist without fanfare and strokes a slick digit along his hole without breaching him just to feel him shudder, hear him whimper. He strokes him slowly a few more times before he turns his head to catch his nephew’s parted bitten-red lips in a kiss that thrills him to the core as he slides his finger up into the tight, hot clutch of his body. 

“ Ah ! Shufu!!” Lan Xichen cries out against his mouth. His thighs are already shaking and his arms are clenched tightly around his neck as Lan Qiren begins fingering his nephew open in earnest. “Oh! Ohhhh …mm.. Shufu feels so good inside me..” Lan Xichen moans into their kisses. “I didn’t know it could feel like this…”

“Good boy, Xichen.” The boy whimpers and bucks his hips eagerly at the praise murmured in his ear. “Your lessons with your chosen partners will be put on hold for the time being. I have many things to teach you, I’d like you all to myself for a while.”

“Yes, Shufu. Yes.. ah! Yes!! Shufu!!”

Lan Qiren brings Lan Xichen to his first orgasm of the evening with two fingers up his ass and his free hand wrapped around his nephew’s cock, stroking him slow and tight every so often in between rhythmic squeezes. Lan Xichen clenches down hard around him and shakes apart as he stains Lan Qiren’s pale blue robes with his come, his features screwed up tight with his pulsing climax before they soften again in blissful relief. Lan Xichen’s mouth is slack and soft when Lan Qiren leans in to kiss him again, and something possessive knots up his stomach with a hungry greed for more.

Lan Xichen is pliant, unresisting when Lan Qiren lays him on his back on his bed, his eyes glassy and chest rising and falling quickly in the aftermath of such an intense orgasm. Lan Qiren leans down to latch his mouth around one of his nephew’s hardened nipples to suck and bite as he resumes thrusting his fingers in and out, deeper now that he has a more direct angle. Lan Xichen moans sweetly for him and picks his feet up off the bed to bare himself completely, his entire body jerking and shuddering when Lan Qiren withdraws his fingers completely only to shove a third in alongside them on the next thrust forward, the extra stretch worth the loss of dexterity as Lan Xichen’s hole clenches down tighter around the intrusion. 

One of Lan Xichen’s feet brushes against Lan Qiren’s groin as he squirms and just like that Lan Qiren is unwilling to wait any longer. He’s a patient man, but he’s been aching for his nephew for months now – there’s only so much he’s willing to do solely for the boy before he takes what he wants, and Lan Xichen is practically begging him for it anyway.

Lan Xichen whines softly, bereft, when Lan Qiren slips his fingers back out, but he just rests his clean hand firmly on his nephew’s belly, thumb stroking the sparse trail under his navel, and reaches into his trousers with the other to pull his cock free. It’s flushed a deep red at the tip, nearly purple, and already glistening wet. He begins masturbating eagerly right there between the boy’s spread thighs with a groan of pure relief, fist working quickly up and down his cock and his palm pressed hard against his nephew’s belly to hold him still precisely where Lan Qiren wants him.

“Shufu..?” Lan Xichen eventually asks, voice small as he watches. “Will it really fit inside me? You’re so big -“

“It will,” he grunts past the flush of arousal in response to that loaded comment. To demonstrate, he wastes no more time in dropping his hips and angling Lan Xichen’s up with a hard grip around his pelvis to pop just the head of his cock in past his nephew’s relaxed rim. 

“ Shufu !” Lan Xichen moans, desperately eager, perhaps slightly pained despite the orgasm he’s already had. He hitches his legs up further and shudders, walls tight and clenching hard around him – wildly unhelpful as Lan Qiren tries not to come immediately after finally wetting his dick in the hole he wants the most. He pets the back of Lan Xichen’s trembling thigh as he reaches over to the side of the bed to dip his fingers in the oil again, and then curls his fingers around his shaft to slick up the rest of his cock as he enjoys the mesmerizing sight and sound of Lan Xichen whimpering, gasping, begging for his uncle’s cock. 

Lan Xichen’s ability to control his pleading tongue is not at all improved by Lan Qiren beginning a slow, controlled thrust forward to watch his nephew’s body open for him one dragging inch at a time. The boy’s mouth drops open instantly with a whimpering moan and a mumbled stream of, “ Shufu! Please , pleasepleaseplease more, ah !! Ngh thank you, thank you – mmm mm !! Shufu!!“

Lqn Qiren wraps his slick hand around Lan Xichen’s prick, tight tight tight just beneath the flared tip just how Lan Xichen likes when he’s masturbating or wetting his dick in someone else’s hole –

And the boy comes for him again.

Lan Qiren pauses his agonizing breaching of his nephew’s hole to stroke him through his gasping, whimpering orgasm, Lan Xichen’s head thrashing restlessly side to side and entire body trembling as he paints his own chest white this time, rather than Lan Qiren’s. 

“Beautiful, Xichen,” Lan Qiren praises when he’s done, though the boy’s cock has only flagged to half-hard and will likely be completely thick and ready to go again soon. Lan Qiren’s is, of course, still hot and rock-hard, drooling eagerly to further wet his nephew’s ass and make him even easier to fuck. He wastes no more time in doing so now that Lan Xichen has been pleasured twice, snapping his hips forward to take advantage of Lan Xichen’s post-orgasm relaxation and force him fully open in an abrupt taking with no further regard for the boy’s comfort.

Lan Xichen is beautifully responsive, gasping and choking on a sob as he wraps his arms around Lan Qiren’s neck to hold on tightly. Lan Qiren focuses on the clenched heat dragging and pulsing around his prick, on Lan Xichen’s sweet moans in his ear, on his nephew’s naked legs wrapped around his waist and the spatters of come painting his lithe body, smearing a little on Lan Qiren’s stained robes as their bodies rock together in tandem.

In the end, it doesn’t take very long at all for Lan Qiren to grip his nephew’s hips in both hands to yank him close and hold him still as he pumps the boy full of come. Lan Xichen takes it all with a pleasured moan and his hands on his chest to pinch his own nipples until they’re red and tender, and when Lan Qiren has finished marking his nephew he leans down to mouth at one pinched nipple to feel the boy shiver with overstimulation.

“Very good, Xichen,” he breathes between heady passes of his tongue over his nephew’s heaving chest. Lan Qiren basks in it all for another handful of sweet syrupy moments until he hears Lan Xichen’s racing heart slow where his head is resting on the boy’s pectoral, and only then does he pull out and soothe Lan Xichen’s needy whimper with some nips to his collarbone and throat that will likely leave little bruises. “Tomorrow morning, you will accompany me after your meditation. I expect you here once again at breakfast hour, and I will excuse you from your classes for the day to continue our lessons together.”

“Yes, Shufu.”

Lan Qiren leans in to kiss him properly then, slow and soothing to help bring him back down, back into his body. Lan Xichen, already so well trained, takes it easily, happily, curling up into him for warmth and the comfort of another body so close. Lan Qiren brushes a proprietary hand down the length of his body until he can tuck it under his bottom to cup it, squeeze it, stroke his thumb against the smooth curve of his cheek. Lan Xichen, eager little thing that he is, arches his back to press back against it, silently seeking more. Lan Qiren doesn’t give it to him.

“Be patient,” he breathes against his nephew’s parted lips. “We’ll play more tomorrow, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

Lan Qiren strokes the soft swell of his ass again slowly, bites Lan Xichen’s bottom lip until he shivers closer, and smirks into their kisses as he fantasizes about how hot this same bit of his nephew’s body will feel tomorrow under his groping hand after he’s spanked the boy raw.

“I know you’re still hard, Xichen, it’s okay to rub against me a little,” he coaxes when Lan Xichen’s restless shifting nudges his cock against Lan Qiren’s hip. “But if you deny yourself tonight I’ll treat you to something special in the morning.”

“Deny myself?” Lan Xichen mumbles, hazily confused. “But I don’t want to.”

“I know.” Lan Qiren allows himself to pop a fingertip inside his nephew’s soaked hole again to comfort him with a bit of the stimulation that he’s craving. “Trust me, Xichen. If you don’t orgasm again tonight, it’ll feel twice as good in the morning. I’ll make it worth the discomfort. Or do you doubt me?”

“No! I could never doubt you, Shufu!” Lan Xichen hurries to reassure between anxious kisses. “I’ll…I’ll do it. I won’t touch myself tonight or when I wake up either. I’ll wait for you.”

“Perfect, A-Huan,” Lan Qiren purrs and Lan Xichen shivers in his arms to hear his childhood name; Lan Qiren hasn’t used it in years, not even in their most intimate moments before this. “My best student, as ever. You were right to ask me for this – I’ll teach you everything you want to know, and so many things you’ve never thought of.”

Lan Xichen nods without another word and leans in to hide in the crook of his neck until he’s ready to be cleaned up and sent on his way back to his room in the student dormitories. Lan Qiren watches him leave – limping ever so slightly and a little sex-drunk, but not so much so that he won’t be able to cross the two courtyards necessary to get home – and marvels to himself (not for the first time) that he’s gotten so lucky in the boys he’s been tasked with raising properly.

#my fic #TW: Underage #Lan Qiren/Lan Xichen #Lancest #Incest #Uncle-Nephew Incest #NSFW #teacher/student

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WAIT

As per your SECOND comment (stop or I'll start to think you're flirting with me) -- "...and no I didn't read it, that description was enough to smack me off bounds..."

Buddy I'd smack you irl if you said this to my face, without the anonymity of a screen. But it would be more of a smack on the shoulder like 'stop it dude, you're killing me!' because I'm fucking dying, this is so funny. I hope it made you barf 🥰

Lol just got my first hate comments, people have no fucking lives I swear

#personal #vent #the fic in question btw is Favorite Teacher Perfect Student #Which is a tasty LQR/LXC pre-fic extra in my Dark Love series #and buddy that's not even the most intense one I've got but unfortunately our paths diverge here #the block button is my best friend

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You lost me in your comment at "idgaf if this fungus of a fanfiction [which, btw, sweet tagline I might use later, thanks] is just fictional and not real- why would you do this to a character?"

Buddy. My dude. My Guy. You just said it your damn self, these characters are not real, it's not my fault that that means nothing to you. They cannot feel. Listen to me. They are words on a page. No Lan Xichens were harmed in the making of this uncle-fucking fic. Actually this Lan Xichen was pretty damn into the uncle-fucking. Give me a fuckin break.

"Why are you doing this??????" Because it's hot and it gets me (and a lot of other people) off. It's porn. That's why I did it, I wanted to write porn.

"Are you mad?" quite frankly that's none of your business

"you think I don't like it because I'm a hater???" Literally yes. You are being a hater. Die mad about it.

Lol just got my first hate comments, people have no fucking lives I swear

#personal #vent post

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Also, read the fine print buddy

Lol just got my first hate comments, people have no fucking lives I swear

#personal #vent post

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Lol just got my first hate comments, people have no fucking lives I swear

#personal #vent post #like. mind your own damn business while I mind mine #and if you're going to insult me at least do it with proper spelling your grammar is atrocious. or to use your word it's an 'autrosity' #also you're a little late to the party considering the fic you were so horrified by was posted almost a year ago #don't come after me just because you were deep in the tags (and might I ask WHICH tag considering it's only one relationship and it's #tagged properly as incest so how deep were you searching for shit to hate on my dude) and found something you didn't like

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[likeaflamingkiss-consume]

Butter My Biscuit

CW’s: Mpreg, Accidental Pregnancy, Mentions of transphobia, brief struggles with dysphoria

Featuring: Transman!WWX, Nonbinary!LWJ, ace4ace, friends to fuckbuddies to lovers speedrun, and the usual suite of pregnancy kinks

Chapter 3/7:

Wei Ying has something of a problem. Well it’s not really a problem problem, but it’s one that he’s embarrassed to bring up. Perhaps he shouldn’t be, considering who his target audience would be if he were to bring it up, but apparently that changes nothing, because he’s still embarrassed.

But he’s also hard and horny as fuck and he’s pretty sure he needs Lan Zhan’s help with it, so. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

“Hey Lan Zhan?” he starts as casually as he can one day when they’re just hanging out on the couch. Wei Ying’s feet are in Lan Zhan’s lap and he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about their thighs and their dick for the last hour, during which he’d also started staring at their adam’s apple and even started having fantasies about that . Clearly something needs to be done. Hopefully him.

“Mn?”

“Do you think curses are real?“

Lan Zhan blinks and sets aside their book in favor of turning a concerned gaze on him and fuck Wei Ying wants to jump them so bad. Shove them down and ride their face or their cock or their fingers or their thighs until he’s an incoherent disaster. Slick drips lazily from his cunt and runs down between his ass cheeks, enough that it makes him squirm ever so slightly. 

“Does Wei Ying feel cursed?” Lan Zhan asks after a moment. It’s the perfect opening, Lan Zhan is so good.

Wei Ying shrugs with put-upon nonchalance. “I don’t know! Nie Huaisang was showing me some porn one time a long time ago and it was about like. Sex curses, where people feel like they’ll die if they don’t fuck? Which is hot and desperate. I guess. But anyway so I was kinda like, ‘huh, that’s pretty wild, I can’t ever imagine feeling like that’ and I just went about my cute little business. But now I’m wondering if there’s like actually sex curses? ‘Cuz uh. I um - Lan Zhan !” Wei Ying yelps and jumps a little as Lan Zhan cuts off his rambling to help themselves, slipping their hand up under the hem of his shorts to sneak into his boxers and start rubbing at his already-soaked cunt.

“Because you feel as if you will die if you continue to go untouched,” Lan Zhan guesses as their fingers squelch through the truly impressive amount of precome in his boxers and Wei Ying can only whimper softly. He nods, he spreads his legs, and Lan Zhan sets their book aside on the coffee table to turn and give him their full attention. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whimpers, all embarrassment forgotten as those long, clever fingers do things inside his cunt that are absolutely a sin. “Lan Zhan I’ve been so fucking hard and I don’t know why. Everything turns me on. I looked at your nose earlier and wanted to feel it shoved up against my pussy, I got so wet just thinking about it. And oh my god your thighs! I could come just from riding them. I always think you’re attractive of course because I’m ace, I’m not blind, but now I’m like really pitying allos because this is miserable . I’m constantly ready to bend over or lay down on the nearest horizontal surface at any given moment if it just means you’ll fuck me -“

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan finally interrupts softly, fingers still buried in his cunt to thrust and massage and generally keep him full. Wei Ying tries to catch his breath, only now aware of how desperate his voice has become when compared to Lan Zhan’s remarkable composure at a time like this. “You may have whatever you want, anything you need.”

“I want you ,” Wei Ying grits out as his back arches, too pleasured for him to keep still because fuck trying to be composed. “ All the time! I wanna sit on your dick and keep it warm for you all goddamn day. I wanna fucking soak every flat surface in this apartment. I’m so hard -“

Lan Zhan wastes no time. They withdraw their hand to stand and pick Wei Ying up in a bridal carry, ignoring the way he immediately starts making out with their glorious and perfect adam’s apple to make sure they both survive the trip to Lan Zhan’s bed. Once horizontal, Wei Ying doesn’t bother resisting the need to shove his hands in his boxers. He sighs in relief as he stuffs a couple fingers in his cunt and his eyes drift shut while Lan Zhan moves around the room. It’s easier in here - far too many things have happened in this room, on this bed, for Wei Ying to be embarrassed anymore.

Hell, Lan Zhan has even filmed him masturbating right here in their bed before. He’s certainly got no shame about doing it now. He blinks his eyes open blearily when he feels Lan Zhan stripping him out of his bottoms and this time, thankfully, there doesn’t seem to be any time in the agenda for Lan Zhan to sit back and watch or eat him out. 

They’re all business as they slide a plug in his ass and a vibrator in his cunt, and then just for good measure a sucking toy on his clit. Lan Zhan turns the two powered toys on and Wei Ying immediately loses himself in the thrumming pleasure of it, going boneless and dropping his arms over his head to give himself over completely to whatever Lan Zhan wants to do with him.

The first orgasm sneaks up on him. He relaxes into the pleasure and abruptly finds himself jerking and arching with sharp zings of it, mouth open around desperate keening as Lan Zhan grounds him with hands pressing his thighs apart.

“Perfect,” they praise steadily. “Again.”

“I need at least a few seconds to recover- ah! Lan Zhan!!” Wei Ying starts sobbing as Lan Zhan does something to the vibrator that turns his aftershocks into a fresh orgasm, forcing his pussy tighter and his back off the bed again as he writhes with it. Lan Zhan presses their palm over his cunt to hold all the toys firmly in place, fascination and arousal written plainly in their expression as they watch. 

When the second orgasm fades, Wei Ying collapses down to the mattress again to start rocking his hips simply for the pleasure of it. He watches Lan Zhan watch him, and his eyes widen when he looks further down to see Lan Zhan jerking their cock as they stare.

“I want you in my mouth,” Wei Ying pants. “I want your come all over my face. Oh fuck or - or in my ass. God I want it everywhere, Lan Zhan, please -“

They promptly come all over his cunt. Wei Ying scrambles up onto his elbows to watch Lan Zhan fuck their own fist and paint his lips, ass, and thighs with spurt after spurt of thick, sticky come. It clings in his pubic hair. It stripes his thighs and drips in long strings down his ass. Wei Ying drops his head back to pant up at the ceiling as Lan Zhan grunts quietly through their aftershocks, and he rocks his hips a bit again simply to revel in how wet and sticky he is.

Lan Zhan stays there for a moment recovering, but their turnaround time can get freakishly short when properly motivated, as Wei Ying is now thoroughly aware of. Despite being aware of it, he’s somehow still startled when they lean down to start kissing and licking at his stomach, removing the toy from his clit only to slide down and replace it with their eager mouth in the next breath. Wei Ying whimpers and settles in with a shiver, eyes closed to better focus on and appreciate the feeling of Lan Zhan sucking him off and cleaning him up simultaneously.

Why had he been so against telling Lan Zhan his new predicament? With a plug in his ass and a vibrator in his cunt and Lan Zhan’s soft lips wrapped tightly around his clit so they can tongue and suck at it mercilessly, Wei Ying can’t remember why he was so reluctant to tell them what’s wrong. For some unfathomable reason, he can’t think much of anything at the moment. Funny how that works.

He comes on Lan Zhan’s face. One minute, he’s lying there relaxing and buzzing with post-orgasm goodies, but feeling nowhere close to another orgasm. The next minute, his only warning is a tightening of his walls around both of the toys inside of him and then he’s relaxing and squirting without any conscious decision to do so. He whimpers and squirms but Lan Zhan holds him tightly in place to let him do it, laving their tongue in wide, slow passes up and down his cunt to taste him. Wei Ying pants in little puffs of air and whimpers again for good measure, but he doesn’t bother apologizing or trying to explain that he hadn’t even felt that one coming (ha) - Lan Zhan is never upset when he comes, so there’s no need to defend himself. It’s a new feeling that he’s still attempting to get used to.

They continue on for a while . Lan Zhan is seemingly insatiable today, and Wei Ying’s new libido is only too happy to be fucked into oblivion. By the time they’re both too worn out to get it up yet again despite Wei Ying’s hormones still wildly hoping for another round, they’re both panting and sweaty and the bed is an absolute disaster underneath them. Wei Ying doesn’t care, and after a long moment of consideration Lan Zhan seems to give up on caring as well. They lay down next to him with a sigh to settle in, one hand on the swell of his belly and the other arm curled under the pillow they’re sharing. Wei Ying falls into a light doze as Lan Zhan kisses at his cheek and runs their foot up and down his shin in a soothing motion, holding him through the comedown as they always do.

“Lan Zhan,” he mumbles a little while later. He cracks one eye open, worried about waking his partner, but he’s relieved to find them already watching him through lowered lashes.

“Mn?”

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me? I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Felt like what?”

“So…so desperate .” It’s humiliating to say out loud and Wei Ying’s cheeks burn with it, but Lan Zhan simply hums softly in approval and kisses his cheek again smoothly. And then, as per usual, he can’t quite keep himself from babbling and it’s off to the races. “I mean of course I love having sex with you and it’s not an issue of wanting it or anything, I always want it when we have it, we have such a good time and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean you know that, we’ve had the discussion plenty of times, blah blah blah. The only thing is that it’s never been a need like this, but right now I feel like I need you inside me! Like how I need to eat or anything else. Now my brain is like ‘ah yes, Lan Zhan’s dick, just as high a priority as breathing or food and you’ll starve to death if you’re not choking on their unfairly perfect and gorgeous cock-”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan interrupts, sounding pained.

“Ah? Oh sorry, not trying to get you horny again. But anyway, you get what I mean, right? It’s..It kind of scares me…just a little.”

Wei Ying finally runs out of steam and lies there breathing too heavily for the situation at hand and staring up at the ceiling as Lan Zhan rubs soothing circles over his baby bump. The silence around them feels like Lan Zhan is attempting to gather his thoughts so Wei Ying lets them, content to just stare up at the ceiling and try not to be consumed by the urge to cry or let himself get horny again, both of which are extremely real possibilities.

“Xiongzhang once…explained things to me,” Lan Zhan finally says, sounding even more pained than before. “He asked if I felt attraction. I said no. I asked if attraction like in books and songs is real, and he said yes, for some. He said it can feel like this, a need. A strong desire that must be satiated at nearly any cost, in the moment. I had extreme difficulty believing him.”

Wei Ying snorts at that and tries not to picture how awkward this conversation must have been for the two Ultra Repressed(™) Lan boys. The second-hand embarrassment would be far too potent for mere mortals to endure.

“I feel this way for Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan admits, voice no louder than a murmur against his burning cheek. “Frequently. Not always. But I have come to…need you. And to feel as if nothing will satisfy me until I have you here, like this. You don’t have to be afraid, I understand.”

Wei Ying exhales slowly and finally reaches up to cover his eyes with one hand, ignoring the little noise of protest Lan Zhan makes in the back of their throat (alright it might be disgust; his hand is covered in white, flaking trails of dried come after all, so it’s perhaps less than ideal).

“I still say it’s not normal, though. I don’t do this. I don’t feel like this. If either of us could get hard again I’d be ready to go right now . I legitimately have no more orgasms left in me, my cunt is practically numb , but if I could come again I would. It wouldn’t even be difficult, mentally at least. I wasn’t even like this as a teenager and my hormones were all over the place-”

“Discuss it with Wen Qing,” Lan Zhan cuts in to suggest rather pragmatically because they’re the smartest, most wonderful and levelheaded partner in the world. Wei Ying turns his head to give them a kiss that hopefully conveys just that. “If it is a hormonal issue, as it was expected during puberty, it may be due to your pregnancy.”

“Yes, alright, fine. I won’t give her any details though,” Wei Ying mumbles, his cheeks once again on fire and now joined by the back of his neck. “I’ll just ask if ah…if maybe hypothetically pregnant people could get riled up more easily and just go from there. She doesn’t need to know I’m like. Gagging for your dick in every conceivable hole I have in which it will fit. Preferably all at once.”

Lan Zhan sighs gustily and withdraws to start cleaning up, looking very half-hard and put out about it. Wei Ying cackles as his partner pouts at him for getting them horny when they’re too worn out to properly get it up again for another round, but Lan Zhan can never stay upset with him for long so he’s not worried in the least.

He doesn’t manage to muster up the courage to ask Wen Qing about it for another week and a half, but when he finally manages to get the words out in the right order to explain what’s going on and gets the green light (it really is just hormones, she says, and it’s fine to indulge if they’re both on board), all bets are very firmly off. Wei Ying decides that maybe it’s not so bad after all to get a sense of how green the grass might be on the complete other end of the sexual spectrum (though a small part of him is also looking forward to not feeling like he’s going to waste away of a fever every time he gets a glimpse of Lan Zhan’s neck or forearms or, heavens forbid, an ankle) .

#my fic #NSFW #wangxian #Wei Wuxian #Lan Wangji #pregnancy kink #breeding kink

[likeaflamingkiss-consume]

man I have so many little snippets of porn/half-baked ideas that were hot when I thought of them but that I don't feel like fleshing out anymore and I have no idea what to do with them. Like I don't want to delete them but also I don't know if that's the sort of thing that would be acceptable to post on AO3, even as like. Little chapters all in one work. That's usually a no-no because the tags get too unwieldy for people to scroll past, right?

[likeaflamingkiss-consume]

Ah? What do you mean mpreg is built into the setting of MDZS?

I mean exactly what I said. It's part of the setting. Mpreg is part of MDZS setting.

Or rather, mpreg is part of any and all xianxia or Chinese fantasy settings. Mpreg is not impossible... or even truly rare... in xianxia setting. There are at least three different regular ways for men to get pregnant in this kind of setting, even for low xianxia like MDZS.

Xianxia is Chinese fantasy. Cultivators cultivate until immortality. The upper level of cultivation, an immortal becomes a facet of reality and bends the world to their will. Some can even create an entirely new world wholesale. What's getting pregnant compared to that?

Sure, the setting of MDZS is low xianxia. But we know at the very least a lot of MDZS cultivators are at the Jindan stage. Do you know which stage comes right after the Jindan stage?

元婴 Yuanying. The common English translation for this stage is Nascent Soul. But its real meaning is nascent / origin child/baby/infant.

How does yuanying come about? Well, a cultivator at the end of Jindan stage will go through tribulation. If they pass through tribulation successfully, the jindan (golden core) in their belly will collapse and out comes a baby. This baby then takes over the task of the jindan, circulating the cultivator's chi and feeding off of it. The baby will grow alongside the cultivator's progress, eventually maturing and potentially becoming a separate person should the parent allows it.

(Game interface from a Chinese cultivation game)

This stage is very well documented in actual real-world ancient texts by Wu Liupai, dating back to the 16th century. It's not a modern concept made up for entertainment. It's part of actual real-world Daoist practices and beliefs.

...And xianxia is the brought up to eleventh fantasy version of real-world Daoism. Think about it.

So in truth, every single high-level Jindan stage cultivator in MDZS is just one stage and one successful tribulation away from getting preggo whether they want to or not. (Yes. Every single one of them. Not just Wei Ying or Lan Wangji, but also Jiang Cheng, Lan Qiren, Lan Xichen, Xiu Xingchen, Song Lan, Nie Mingjue... if he didn't die, etc... Not Jin Guangyao, though. He's too weak to get pregnant. Jin Zixuan, maybe)

You don't even have to be a cultivator or in a xianxia setting to get pregnant (whether you are male or female or whatever). Artificially induced pregnancy has been a thing in Chinese folklore since the Summer and Autumn period (BCE). Several different classics mention a fruit called 孕果 yunguo (Lit. Pregnant Fruit). This fruit bestows the ability to get pregnant to anyone who eats it, regardless of gender. Sexual activity with a man is still required, though. Can't make something out of nothing.

And the most famous and widely known in Chinese folklore: water from the River of Mother and Child 子母河. Anyone who drinks this water becomes pregnant, regardless of gender (or even species, actually). You know the most famous person who drank it? The monk Tan Sanzang... and his disciple Zhu Bajie (a male pig), and Sha Wujing (a male fish). It's been made into several TV series and movies. In one of those movie adaptations, Tang Sanzang even carried the pregnancy to term as he wasn't willing to terminate a life and saw this as an opportunity to experience the female side of life.

In the same story, Journey to the West, a rock was pregnant with Son Wukong and gave birth to him.

You have to remember this. Ancient Chinese didn't really think of pregnancy as a biological process requiring sperm and eggs like we do today. They thought of it as a concentration and condensation of qi (breath of the world) until the 'mother body' was saturated with fetal qi and gave birth.

Real-world folklore texts are chockful of such instances where things got pregnant with the breath of the world and gave birth. And that's just regular folklore, not the brought-up-to-eleven version that is xianxia.

#well this is excellent to know #for a lot of non-specific and non-fic-related purposes #😏😉