Su Xiyan

// Su Xiyan should call TLJ babygirl one of these days
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SU XIYAN SHOULD CALL LGJ BABYGIRL

I'm surprised Your Majesty isn't yet used to the weird magic that Shen-daozhang brought into our world. It seems the rules have been rewritten in my absence. *She huffs, smiling. Truly, like looking into a mirror.*

My son... is it that hard to believe?

Don't baobei me, he's your wife, not mine.

Now you just have to convince him.
Good luck.

*Xiyan huffs, shaking her head.*

I think not. I was never too keen on becoming your father's concubine, I'm not going to becone yours either.

*She steps closer to the throne, crossing her arms.
...gods, little time that she spent with the other Binghe, looking at her son still feels weird.*

*She was exploring the palace when a group of confused and sad girls walked by her. They seemed troubled as she asked for directions towards the throne room, but gave it nonetheless. Thus Su Xiyan found herself in a room with a depresses Demon Emperor.*

Binghe?

// wild

Of course you'd like the idea 😌

Never say never~

*She chuckles, knowing exactly what he's doing - and she's only too happy to play along.*

This wife is honored to receive such a gift... *She murmures, removing Tianlang-jun's clothing, pressing kisses and bites to every inch of skin revealed - while keeping her distance from the man's crotch.*

Mh... we'll see.

Do you need me to repeat myself?

// bingcest

If my husband's other wife threatens me again I'm pegging him.

*She tilts her head with a smirk.*

Mh. You convinced me~

Mh... our foolish lord.

*She straddles his waist and shrugs off her outermost layer - it is getting way too hot and she wants their robes gone now.*

Never change, husband~

*She gives into the urge to lean back up and kiss his laughing mouth - gods above, this man.*

Oh? Does my husband find men and women who reject his advances attractive? *She chuckles, thinking of their first meetings.*

// MNQ/SJ/SXY/YWX/ZY mun here

I have to go on a short hiatus from rping while I finish my gotcha writing prompts

I'll be back in about two weeks latest? No replies to anyone for a while though

I'm sorry to anyone I have ongoing threads with, plis wait for me I'll continue them when I get back 🙏

Mhhh, I can imagine... *she chuckles, moving down to press a line of kisses from Tianlang-jun's ear down his neck, to the collarbones exposed by his robe. She murmurs her question against his skin, hands playing with his belt.*

A-Tian, I'm curious~ what is your spicy ice demon like?

*She closes her eyes for a moment, regaining her composure.*

I see this conversation isn't going anywhere.

Linguang-jun, I just have one question. Can you play nice in front of our mutual lover?

I'm not trying to kill you. You would now if I did.

Oh you have it, no need to worry~ *She croons, flipping them around so that Tianlang-jun hits the bed. She climbs above her husband, bracketing his head between her arms, leaning down for another kiss.*

Whatever would you do without me here to entertain you...

Underestimating "some mortal" is a surefire way to end up on the Naihe bridge, in my experience.

You demons try to solve everything with teeth and claws. It is a wonder you're not dead yet.

Mh, very mad... *She murmurs, pressing kiss to the underside of his jaw.*

I would have had to take revenge on all the people who dared hurt my husband.

*Xiyan's gaze cools as well, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, but she doesn't make a move to pull it free from its sheath.*

Linguang-jun, it is in both our favors that both of us leave this place alive. Don't be unreasonable, I only came to talk.

Zhuzhi-lang is many things, but an expert on health is not one of them. Still, better than nothing.

*Reaching their bedroom, she sits down on the bed, Tianlang-jun in her lap.*

I would have been very mad if I returned to you not being here, you know.

Not sure he would want that...

I'm pretty certain he hates me.

Truly a heart of ice, huh, Your Majesty?

*She tilts her head with a sneer.*

Bolds words from someone unwanted by their kind.