10 Jan 2020
Jin Guangyao is a kinky one. Isn't he a weird match for someone as pristine as Lan Xichen? Unless Lan Xichen is, under that pure and kind smile, just as kinky as his lover.
"Please, Mr. Criminal, I'll do anything, but don't hurt me~."
[XiYao rp-ing noncon, starring Mr. Criminal and a trophy wife.]
DaoZhang's insatiable 'appetite' by Anonymous
15 Jan 2020
Based on the illustration by Zaneri-sensee. Xue Yang and Xiao XingChen had some mishaps during a nighthunt causing Xiao Xingchen's body to undergo a change...not like Xue Yang was complaining.
⚠️CHECK THE TAGS!!! Don't Read if any of the elements make you uncomfortable⚠️
13 Jan 2020
Xue Yang's adventure of dragging his beloved gentle boyfriend into his world of roleplays and kinky bed time. Tick tock.
16 Jan 2020
It starts with a bet. All mistakes, Wei Wuxian thinks, start with a bet.
It’s starts with a bet and ends with Wei Wuxian losing everything.
Nine years ago, Wei Wuxian made a bet with disastrous consequences. Now, he is part-owner of the popular and eclectic Yiling Cafe, years and miles away from his old life, making the best of things and trying to leave the past where it belongs. When Lan Wangji walks into his cafe by accident, Wei Wuxian finds himself doing what he thought he'd never do again; reclaiming some small part of his past, and hoping for a future he'd given up as lost.
02 Jan 2020
In the midst of a quiet night, a figure of a well-built man groaned lowly, a sound that sounded more like a guttural growl, one that was almost inaudible, had the silence of the room not been stifling. Accompanied by wet squelches and sharp slaps of moist skin coming into contact, the room, dark and quiet, was simply lit by the lighting of the buildings and towers overlooking this bustling city and the room on the top floor they were in. Shut behind the closed doors, sheathed behind the soundproof walls, hidden behind all scrutiny, the sheer debauchery between two grown men of different juxtaposing backgrounds came to light in this room.
Pressed against the glass windows that extended from the marble flooring to the top of the ceiling, a young man panted heavily, his hot breath fogging the glass windows. Calloused hands ran down the smooth expanse of his body, pausing at his thighs, spreading them apart into a wider stance. Shame gnawed at his insides at being put into such a humiliating position. To be taken. Fucked. Bred. His lips quivered against the cool glass at the thought of it. Bred.
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03 Jan 2020