Whoever they are, if they walk in, will see Wei Wuxian on his knees, completely naked, ass in the air for Lan Zhan, who is still fully clothed. They will see how much he wants Lan Zhan, how open and desperate he is for him.
Something squirms in Wei Wuxian’s stomach, humiliation and desire making his face heat up. The footsteps get louder, closer, and in just a few seconds they’ll be able to see them, him, and—
Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji get almost caught; it sparks an interesting discovery for both of them.
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian
Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn
Additional Tags: Post canon, Established Relationship, Kink Discovery, Kink Negotiation, D/s overtones, Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex, very light orgasm delay/denial, Masturbation, Rimming, Sex Toys, one day i will stop writing fics that make me blush when i tag but today is not that day
Nonbinary amab! Lan who attracts the attention of Wen Ruohan. How does the Sun God go about attracting their attention.
Wen Ruohan is so pretty in the donghua and no one will talk to me about it.
WHO SAID NO ONE WILL TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT ANON? I'LL TALK TO YOU!! Sun Daddy's hot af!!! You should know that this request was very fun to write even though I usually write shorter stuff. Do let me know if you'd like a nsfw part 2 for this bc I have some ideas. Enjoy!!!
Tags: Wen Ruohan, Lan Sibling reader, Wen Ruohan x Reader, Lan XiChen, Lan Wangji, fluff if you squint, angst, hurt and comfort
When the disciples from the five clans had all gathered up for the archery challenge, your brother turned to you with a kind smile: “[y/n], are you sure you want to compete? It’d be ok if you wanted to sit and enjoy some of Qishan Wen’s special herbal tea with the female disciples in the hall?” To which you responded with a barely noticeable pout and your voice hardly louder than a whisper: “I want to compete, gege. I already told you.” He’d smile and nod before leaving you with the rest of the disciples to go and say hello and pay respects to the sect leaders and their head disciples. You couldn’t understand why but you felt the midday sun’s blazing over you much harsher than you’d expected, clueless that it is not merely the sun in the sky, but the attention of the sun god himself turned to your figure. Lan Zhan gave you a worried look when you wiped your forehead for the third time, to which you replied with shaking your head to say: “I’m alright.” The competition was quite easy.
You smiled brightly as you landed one shot after another, your arrows cutting through the fog and piercing each target with ease. They announced your name in the second place along with your older brother, making you a bit happy despite worry over your younger brother leaving the competition halfway through. Once more, you felt as though you were naked under Qishan’s summer sun; except this time, you could detect the source of the unnatural heat. Wen Ruohan was staring at you and quite shamelessly at that. His gaze never strayed for a moment, even as he rose from behind the Zitan table.
That’s how you remember your first encounter. Simple. Warm. Distant. Although the air between the two of you is most certainly growing warm now, you two are far from distant, and the situation is anything but simple. He had made sure to make his interest in you quite clear after the archery challenge. Through letters and gifts which you had to politely turn down, along with multiple personal invitations for you to join him in Qishan Wen to “strengthen your cultivation in environments other than Mount Gusu, and hopefully bless the air of Qishan with the sound of your musical cultivation”, or so he had said. After his lackeys had burned down your home, injuring your brothers and causing one to go missing, along with leaving your father with fatal injuries, you’d finally accept his invitation. Of course, your only reason for stepping into the Nightless City again was to seek revenge, to your uncle’s great dismay. You can’t quite recall why your fingers didn’t dance across your instrument as expertly as usual as he stared at you as though he’d welcome his fate, but you preferred to blame it on the trauma of almost losing your entire family.
He had called the tragedy an incident, and told you that the casualties were a miscalculation on his end. “Based on Gusu Lan sect’s calm and tame nature, I had expected peaceful surrender to be an option, but my generals informed me that your father was fierce in protecting his sect’s independence at all costs. It’s unfortunate what happened, but I assure you it was not a personal attack on you. It was a mere miscalculation on my end that led to the loss of your father. Tell me, [y/n], how may I make this up to?”
“With your blood,” you’d spoken before wrapping your hand around his throat, the image of your father’s burns and your younger brother’s broken leg still raw in your mind. You’d seen from the corner of your eye that he had dismissed Wen Zhuliu as he’d taken two hurried steps towards you to neutralize your threat against his master. “Such an obedient dog, you have,” you’d spat: venom pouring from your words in a way that you had never thought possible from a Jade of Lan. You’d felt him swallow calmly beneath your grip and look down at you: “Indeed he is. I know a real threat when I see one, Lan Gongzi. And while I do believe your grasp to be strong enough to snap a neck if you desire to do so, I don’t believe killing me is something you care to accomplish right now. Otherwise, you had done so when your lovely fingers were playing your off-key song of death and destruction.”
You tell yourself every day that it was out of pure desperation that you allowed his arms to wrap around your frame when tears stung your eyes. No matter how your heart whispers about how you sense only sincerity in his words when he speaks to you. You blame your grief for most things but, that hardly stops you from being showered with his affection every day. You often refuse to speak to him but, your silence doesn’t keep him from speaking to you. He asks questions and guesses the correct answer based on your expression. On most days, you’re ashamed at the fact that you’ve allowed the cause of your pain to be the source of your comfort, but going back seems more and more impossible with each passing day of your wounds healing beneath the Sun God’s attention.
"Arrrgggghhh!! Why can't my day be better? Little Apple! You are a lucky bastard! You have lots of ladies there, food is prepared for you, even you got me to chase after you! And I don't even have a boyfriend!!!!"
Music to Lan Wangji's ears, food to his heart. He is single! Wen Ning is not his boyfriend! Lan Wangji hope soars. Maybe he has a chance after all?
5+1 story where five times Wei Wuxian always shows up in a mask when he gets to see Lan Wangji, and one time he doesn't. But told from LWJ's perspective.
“What’s this, Chaochao?” Wei Wuxian asks, mockingly. He pauses to cough, spit phlegm and blood onto the ground, the last vestiges of his almost-battle with the dog. The iron shackles around his neck and wrists jangle loudly, echoing in the empty halls. “Little Chaochao decided he needed a better weiqi opponent?”
“You may be laughing now,” Wen Chao sneers. “But you won’t be soon.” He veers around the corner, pushing his way into another closed-off room.
For the MDZS Kink Meme Prompt where Wen Chao decides to be magnanimous and teach Jiang Cheng how a sect heir should be treating someone of Wei Wuxian's position.
honey, I fucked to your anonymous sex tape (can we make some more?)
Meng Yao has plans for the weekend, they're staying in and catching up on all the sex that they had missed out on, trying to fit it around three difficult careers. He doesn't expect to see his boy-friend's younger brother's sextape when they're all looking for inspirational porn.