I haven't actually seen that much sub stuff on Wewuxian

So do you currently have any thirst ideas for him?

ෆ ִ ׁ sub wei wuxian

cw; throat fucking, slapping, choking, gn neutral i guess

wei ying is the type that loves to try different and dirty things. so you shouldn't be surprised if one day he asks you to choke him and slap him while you are fucking his mouth.

what can i tell you, when he is in the act of sex, he is so lassive and insatiable.

the vulgar sounds of his throat fucking you made him roll his eyes in pleasure as saliva ran down the corner of his mouth.

wei wuxian would smile making his teeth scrape your flesh. you would kiss in disgust and grab him by the hair deepening your movements.

"you have the moistest, warmest throat i have ever known."

the man would just wink at you as he kept moving his mouth rapidly over you. his puffy red cheeks gave him a cute look and the sweat on his skin made him look like he was glowing. he was gorgeous.

when you felt at your limit and asked him to stop, he would immediately listen to you and wait for your command. "I want you to slap me while you come in my mouth."

"nhg, shut up wei ying." you would say feeling your sex throbbing furiously.

the black-haired man would approach you again and massage you without your permission, spreading kisses affectionately.

"come on love… I know you want to do it, I know you like to treat me bad." the man would say smiling at you and blowing you a kiss.

before he said anything else you would grab him by the neck and pull him closer to you. "Suck it and don't even think about complaining."

he would quickly assist by opening his mouth and taking you completely. a moan escaped from both of your mouths, you because of how warm and good his tongue felt. and wei ying… well because he loved to feel you in his mouth.

"aaahgn, nnngh,. mmmm" you could only hear the gurgling sounds of your essence mixing with wei wuxian's saliva. also your hand was still pressing on his throat and you could feel him gagging easier and it was harder for him to take it all in. your movements were brutal, you came completely out of his luscious mouth and then you came in hard.

at one point you felt the man slowly faint while you were still in the best part. you had no choice but to slap him to make him rectify. "don't even think about it, slut."

"yes master, yes, yes, yes, i am your slut."

MDZS x Tentacles

Don't judge before you've tried it 🤭

Here are some very romantic tentacle recommendations:

🐙 every time we touch (i get this feeling) by celerydragon (WangXian, sci fi au)

🐙 But the rose was awake all night for your sake/Knowing your promise to me by x_los (WangXian, resentful energy tentacles)

🐙 Fall Into the Ocean, Into You by giantomelette (WangXian, Octoman lwj)

🐙 Secrets of the Back Hill by ElDiablito_SF (Jadecest, Eldritch Horror)

🐙 Prey by JaggedEdges (Niecest, noncon, Oviposition, aphrodisiacs)

🐙 Wrapped in Your Arms & Filled with Your Eggs by FoxyYaoguai (XiXian, WangXian, WangXiXian, noncon, Oviposition, aphrodisiacs, WIP)

If you have any recs, pls send them my way!!!

Having one soulmate in this life is enough by secretninjagirl

Having one soulmate in this life is enough

by secretninjagirl (@memedoritos)

M, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: “Wei Ying, come to bed,” he says. His eyes are still so soft, and his voice is so warm. “Yes,” Wei Wuxian says, wondering if his voice sounds as unsteady as he feels. He doesn’t know what this means, but he’s powerless to resist his soulmate. He will take whatever Lan Wangji is willing to give him. ------ A "missing scene" of sorts from episode 43 of The Untamed. The pan out over the Jingshi with their song playing felt very much to me like a subtextual sex scene. So I wrote that hypothetical scene. Kay's comments: Missing scene from CQL and yes, I agree, the scene in episode 43 feels very much like a subtextual sex scene! And I love the way this fic fills the gap. Wangxian are just so soft with each other and the whole thing feels so warm. Really loved it. Excerpt: “I would like,” Lan Wangji begins. He pauses for a long moment. “I would like to show you. Words are… not always easy.” “Lan Zhan,” he replies. “Yes, show me.” Lan Wangji’s arms tighten around him, and his lips press against Wei Wuxian’s neck. They’re warm and soft, and he gasps, suddenly feeling hot all over. Lan Wangji continues pressing kisses up his neck, and all he can do is hold on, his arms tightening over Lan Wangji’s shoulders. Lan Wangji continues down the sensitive skin under his jaw until reaching his chin. He pulls back slightly until they are nose to nose, his breath brushing Wei Wuxian’s lips. “May I?” Lan Wangji asks again. “Yes,” Wei Wuxian breathes, and then they’re kissing.

pov wei wuxian, canon compliant, the untamed compliant, first time, first kiss, wei wuxian has self-esteem issues, soft lan wangjii/wei wuxian, nonverbal communication, fluff and smut, missing scene, frottage

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Such a Bad Laozu

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PwP, Mommy Kink, Creampie, Slight Overstimulation, Choking, Slight Bondage

Nᴏᴛᴇ: I have lots of drafts saved up that I'm writing and waiting to post for you guys. I'm also adding one last fandom if you noticed my main masterlist. So, my planning, you'll see later but for now enjoy this small request

Lan!AFAB!Reader x Wei Wuxian - Such a Bad Laozu

Wei Wuxian... The Yilling Patriarch, the Yilling Laozu, demon spawn, Baba, Wei Ying, Ridiculous, many bad things.

Lan Y/N... The older Pearl of Gusu, Top three fighters, Mama, Ice Queen, the Gusu Princess, many good things.

Two completely opposite people, yet everyone saw them together most of the time during Gusu Lectures. No one knew of how Wei Wuxian was able to befriend the ice queen, not even her brothers knew... Well except Lan Xichen, but she made him promise that he didn't tell their little brother. And he's kept that promise, even to this day of how Wei Wuxian was in Mo Xuanyu's body. Lan Y/N could instantly tell it was her beloved. He wasn't able to fool her that easily.

So when Lan Wangji brought Wei Wuxian to Gusu those first few nights, you decided to have Wei Ying sleep in your palace because it made more sense then have him room with your brother. Mo Xuanyu was known for being gay so wouldn't him rooming with a woman be the best way so he's behaved? Everyone in Gusu thought so, especially Wei Wuxian.

"Wei Wuxian! The fact that you now come back here after all these years and yet decided to hide from me is shameful!" You yelled at him and pushed him onto your mat while the male looked flustered and chuckled softly. "Y/N..I know I shouldn't have."

"Oh that's definitely an understatement, Mr. Lazou. For leaving me alone these past 13 years, you will take all of my brunt." You smirked as you pulled his robes off. He looked a bit excited from your sudden change of attitude but he should of expected it. He left you alone for 13 years, he would definitely be pent up as well after finding out that his loved one was alive.

You used your Lan forehead ribbon and tied Wei Wuxian's hands up with it tight as you were on top of him. "Wow Mommy~... You better hope your brothers don't try to come in..." He teased you a bit while watching you take your robes off, getting back on top of him and wrapping your hand around his neck. "They won't. Xichen definitely won't and he'll make sure Wangji doesn't either. Now shut it."

The next few hours that went by were spent by you and Wei Wuxian fucking each other senseless like bunnies in heat, loud moans coming from the both of them. He couldn't really tell what time it was or how long they were going, he just knew that being with his pearl was amazing. "Fuck yes, Mommy~" He groaned while you were bouncing up and down his cock for probably the nth time. Squelching sounds could be heard from their hips connecting together, one look in your eyes told Wei Ying everything. He's gonna be exhausted when the sun rises.

And exhausted he was, he didn't even knew that Y/N had this much stamina until she made him cum inside of her ass for the fifth time. He could feel himself get sleepy, there probably only was a few hours left until it was time to get up yet you still wanted more from him. "Cmon, one last time, Wei Ying.." You panted softly while increasing your speed, moaning from how deep he went in you.

"B-but Mommy~ I don't think I can..~" He whined under his breath, tears in his eyes because of pleasure before you pulled his hair a bit, grabbing the ponytail. "But I know you can, baby~ Unless you're being a bad Laozu and refusing?.."

Lan Zhan bottoming for Wei Ying because WWX was curious how it’d feel and LWJ will do anything for him. Turns out, Wei Ying very much prefers being the bottom instead of topping. But Lan Zhan discovered that he actually really really enjoyed being fucked by Wei Ying.

…and this is was spurs them to buy a double ended dildo

Forward

Wei Ying kisses him and it’s—ah—he can’t think past the frenzied burn of it: fingers in his hair and desperate sucking at his neck and ah, ah, it’s, it’s—all-consuming, and Lan Wangji’s mind was always, ah, the thread that keeps it all together—

Helpless, entirely and rabidly so, helpless, crashing against Wei Ying’s chest and grabbing whatever his shaky hands can find, it’s—it’s all he’s—not even allowed himself to dream, and he, he can’t, can’t possibly, can’t. Breathing… can’t. He’ll never stop, never, not if he has any—he has no choice, nothing to do but keep pushing forward, forward, forward-forward-forward. The tense line of Wei Ying’s abs is overwhelming. The scent at the place where his shoulder meets neck. It’s like he’s drunk, is he drunk, did he drink anything? He can’t imagine ever putting his mouth on anything that isn’t Wei Ying’s skin. The taste is… spicy?

He never… ah, the wall, at his back. Forward or backwards? The whole room is spinning. His head is, is, alight, everything too bright and blistering to the touch. He can’t stop touching. The soft skin beneath Wei Ying’s under-robes, the breathtaking squishiness of the lobe of his ear. Is Lan Wangji just squeezing it? Everything feels three sizes too large and a hundred times too loud. He wants it all, so badly he burns. Burns. Everything burns. If Wei Ying stops touching him something terrible would happen, something catastrophic.

He doesn’t, stop. Good. Lan Wangji doesn’t think he knows how to anymore. A distant part of his brain is saying something incomprehensible about ‘self-control’, and the entire concept is ridiculous. Boring. Anything that isn’t Wei Ying gets shoved out of the way, and in the immediate vicinity is all this Wei Ying, from his fingertips to his hands to his arms to his shoulders, to his neck to his cheeks to his nose to his forehead, to his hair to the nape of his neck to the small of his back, to the un-im-not possible curve of his arse, to his thighs and his knees and his shins and his feet. His feet. Under the socks are Wei Ying’s naked feet. Lan Wangji feels shaky with the knowledge.

He wants down. He wants to be released from the vice grip on his waist (never, never let him go), wants to slide gracefully (ha) to his knees and take those socks off and marvel at every single toe. He wants to kiss his way from the devastating angle of his ankle, up the sheer muscle of his leg, hide his face in the crook of his knee. He wants the whole tour, the entire thing, wants, wants, wants, so much that he forgets to breathe. Forgets to ask. Forgets to remember, because Wei Ying is on him and the wall behind so he doesn’t fall even when he staggers. It’s… too much. Lan Wangji is vaguely aware he’s begging.

It's only half-words. “Plea,” and “hnff,” and “ah-ah-ah,” and. He’d be ashamed, but there’s no room for much besides the aching, scorching thrill of it. The desperation is rising and rising and rising like water, like a flood, rising-rising and he cannot, won’t stop it. It’d be terrifying if he wasn’t exactly this vulnerable every time Wei Ying so much as looks at him. It would be terrifying if he had even an ounce left to care.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says, solid and blazing-hot at the edge of his consciousness, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” like those words alone hold power, are magic. They must be, because the fever in his blood just goes ricocheting all the way up, he’s burning alive and he doesn’t care because Wei Ying is still saying, “Lan Zhan,” and he wants him, he wants him too, and that on its own is already too far. Lan Wangji can’t… can’t.

He tries to speak but all that comes out are aborted little mewls. He’s… drowning in all of this, somehow divested of most of his clothes, and the wall is cold on his shoulder blades and Wei Ying is impossible, hip to hip, grinding in some mindless rhythm that has Lan Wangji’s heart trying to rip out of his chest, clean through. No, it’s not his heart, it’s—ah! Wei Ying’s arms around him, crushing. Mouth right back to what has to be his favourite spot, somewhere under Lan Wangji’s ear, he’d love to say exactly where but he’s melting, his whole mind is melting, and—Wei Ying helps loop Lan Wangji’s leg around his waist. Oh, he’s in the air. On the wall. Oh, he’s… lost, entirely, and the little shivers he can’t stop are only making it more, more, touch, more friction, and he wishes and wishes he could grasp even a tiny bit of what’s happening and he can’t.

“Wei Ying,” he says, miraculously, out loud. Then again, “Wei Ying—bed—”

Wei Ying laughs, and it’s the sweetest and most outrageous sound. How is everything spinning? How is any of it possible. That Wei Ying. Pulling one arm, “Yes, yes,” as if Lan Wangji said the most important thing, as if Wei Ying is also—is also—

They move, they don’t, it’s frightening, and then he hits something soft (a mat? Please be a mat) and then he hits something softer (Wei Ying, Wei Ying, Wei—) and then he hits something hard and his mind snaps.

Open—he’s so entirely open. Wei Ying can ask for anything and he would give it. Wei Ying wouldn’t even need to ask. Lan Wangji is aching to give him: to give, to give, to give, himself and everything he possesses, that he can reach. Attempting to get his limbs back under control, to give—

But Wei Ying doesn’t want him in control right now. His eyes are alight with something fiercer than joy, something unbreakable and unfathomable and just bursting-piping-hot. How can anyone stand it, is beyond him; it doesn’t matter. Wei Ying is looking at him like he’s ravenous. His hand trails gentle lines down Lan Wangji’s bare torso (bare? He’s so bare), and his eyes, his eyes.

“Mine,” he says, and it comes out choked, like a plea. A prayer. Lan Wangji musters all of his strength (currently close to none):

“Yours,” he nods. “All yours.”

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying gasps, and then he’s on him again, and everything else shuts down.

It’s fast and scalding and desperate—

It’s slow and lingering and sweet—

It’s thudding in his chest like a warhorse through a battlefield, rampaging higher-higher-higher-higher—

Wei Ying kisses him and Lan Wangji thinks: yes. This, exactly this.  

how about enemies to lovers with lwj and wwx. but with a yandere mix. I want to know how would they deal with someone they hate but also can't let go?

tw !! yandere themes

sooooo much hate-fucking involved with their darling. as I said in one of my previous confessions for these two, you would become so disorientated with their differences, but in this case it would be so different. they'd both have one common goal and will do anything to reach it: fucking your lights out until you splutter out how you were wrong, how you belong to them, how you will need no one else but them

they're both equally as merciless, with lwj biting and marking you up, stealing your breath away with kisses while wwx makes a wreck of your hole, making you cry out for both of them so pathetically

WIP Wednesday - Post-Canon Wangxian Oneshot

It's still Wednesday so here's a preview of a oneshot I'm working on based on this post

Sometimes Lan Wangji misses Wei Ying even when he's with him. A decade spent waiting to wake from the dream, for it to all disappear. He forgets, sometimes, that he won’t wake from this. That all this is real. He forgets he doesn’t need to be afraid this Wei Ying won’t vanish into shadows. Sometimes, it feels like Lan Wangji is just waiting to be proved wrong. And how awful is that? ~ The Wei Ying who visited his dreams did not do well in the Cloud Recesses. He’d scorn the entire mountain, mouth curving into a sneer at the sight of its austere surroundings and turning his nose up at the sight of all those stifling rules. The Wei Ying in his dreams loved wide open fields and oceans. He could not be kept behind closed doors. He belonged in the light, haloed by the sun and endless skies above. But his husband, the real Wei Ying, adapts to the Cloud Recesses in a way that’s equal parts startling and terrifying. The new rules do nothing to deter him, more guidelines he chooses to accept or break in turn. The rigid schedule is one Wei Ying happily breaks, enabled by a husband who’s more than happy to relent. Wei Ying accepts his posts Uncle’s glares become less and less frequent, eventually turning fond.  Xichen learns to smile again at chatter that flows unrestrained at every mealtime. Sizhui joins them for more meals than he misses, while the Jin sect and Jiang sect leaders frequent as welcome guests. And Wei Ying begins to thrive. Lan Wangji spends the first years asking Wei Ying when he’d like to leave for their next night hunt, offering him an escape. He keeps the doors open just a crack, even in the winter, so Wei Ying knows he’s not confined. He tracks Wei Ying’s every movement, waiting for the slightest hint of exhaustion or ennui that suggests it’s time for them to leave. He waits, even when it never comes. “Aiya, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying would say while gently caressing his face, that soft hand missing the callouses of his youth and forming new ones in their place. “Don’t you know the place I most want to be is right here, in our home with you?” Our home with you. The phrase repeats in his head as he bends down for a sweet kiss. Our home with you. Lan Wangji hopes one day he will believe it.

new rules

a while ago I finally watched The Untamed and it promptly took over my whole life. so, it was only a matter of time until I wrote my first wangxian fic.

I hope you like it!! kudos and comments always make my day <3

ps. I also made a sideblog for my CQL/MDZS nonsense: @untamedmoonlight

Title: new rules

Summary: Wei Wuxian’s antics during his punishment at the Library Pavilion finally exceed Lan Wangji’s tolerance level.

Chapters: 1/1

Word count: 5408

Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mix and Match of CQL and the Novel, POV Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, First Kiss, Making Out, Hand Jobs, Come Licking, Biting

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gooooood evening listeners! a delightful romp in sex-pollen-whammy-land is here!

your memory is ecstasy | wangxian

Lan Wangji sat down on his bed in the Jingshi with a sigh. He and Lan Xichen had met with Sect Leader Yao about a betrothal between a young boy of the Lan and a girl of the Yao, and it had taken most of the day. He suspected, however, that he would have had a bad day today no matter what happened. It was the seventh anniversary of Wei Ying’s death at Nightless City, and Lan Wangji knew from the six previous years that he would feel melancholy on this day, from the moment he woke to the second he fell asleep.

Lan Wangji did not have many regrets, but foremost among them was never confessing to Wei Ying the extent of his feelings. Now Wei Ying would never know how Lan Wangji’s stomach tingled strangely when, during the guest lectures, he saw the boy he had at first considered to be a nuisance; how he had wished to shield him from Wen Chao’s abuse during the Wen indoctrination; how he had been ready to sacrifice his life for Wei Ying as they were fighting in the Sunshot Campaign. Wei Ying would never find out the real reason why Lan Wangji had asked him to return to Gusu when he was losing himself to demonic cultivation - not because of their friendship, but because he hated to see the man he loved become someone else altogether.

He would never know, because he was dead. Lan Wangji hadn’t even had a body to bury, or a soul that he could try to communicate with. There were only memories of a man in red and black robes with a smile like the sun.

Memories…and fantasies.

When Lan Wangji began daydreaming of Wei Ying, it was innocent. As Wei Ying grabbed his hand, he would think of bringing those fingers to his lips and kissing them softly. He would dream of soft smiling lips against his own, chaste and sweet. The typical imaginings of a teenage boy with his first love.

His thoughts changed paths shortly after Wei Ying tricked him into looking at that spring book in the Library Pavilion.

It was only a split second before he tore his eyes from the picture, but the image of two men doing unspeakable things would not leave his mind. He tried to push it out of his thoughts, but it was almost as firmly embedded in his head as Wei Ying’s smile was.

After several days of being driven to distraction, he had turned to the Library Pavilion. Not many people knew, but the Lan did have texts of that nature in their archives, although they were more for instruction than titillation. Lan Wangji returned to the Jingshi that night with two books that no one would ever suspect him of reading tucked into his robes, the only works on cut-sleeve intercourse in the Pavilion. He stayed up past curfew learning everything that two men could do to each other. He learned of the need for lubrication, and the place inside a man that felt incredible when touched. That night, he dreamed of Wei Ying moaning in pleasure beneath him, and woke with soaked sleeping robes and sheets

Tonight, Lan Wangji lay back on his bed, wearing only his skin. It had become a tradition of sorts, although a strange one, for him to pleasure himself with thoughts of Wei Ying on the anniversary of his death. He poured a few drops of oil he had acquired specifically for this purpose onto his hand and closed his eyes.

Wei Ying knelt between his legs on the bed, lips enclosing the tip of Lan Wangji’s cock. His tongue flicked into the slit. He pulled off to say “Lan-er-gege, you taste so good,” before swallowing him down again and groaning, the vibrations of the noise making Lan Wangji gasp in pleasure. He could feel Wei Ying’s throat constrict around the head of his cock. One of Wei Ying’s hands stretched behind him, readying his hole for what he was currently sucking as if his life depended on it. After a short while, he seemed to decide that he was sufficiently prepared, and pulled off Lan Wangji, who made a small sound of protest but quietened again when he realized that Wei Ying’s mouth would soon be replaced with something so much better. Wei Ying straddled him and lowered himself, both men groaning as Lan Wangji’s cock was enveloped in warm, wet heat. He allowed both of them a moment to adjust to the new sensation, then rose up and fell again. Lan Wangji’s fingers gripped his hips hard enough that it was sure to bruise, overwhelmed by the ecstasy of being inside the man he loved. He thrust up as Wei Ying ground down, and Wei Ying moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. Lan Wangji flipped them so that he was on top, and slammed into his lover, each sharp movement of his hips causing his cock to brush against the place inside Wei Ying that made him gasp helplessly. “Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying cried, spurting over his stomach, and Lan Wangji’s own orgasm caught him by surprise as he released deep into Wei Ying’s body.

The real Lan Wangji relaxed onto his bed, the evidence of his climax spilled into his hand. He basked in the warm glow of his orgasm for a while more, but it was bittersweet with the knowledge that he would never get to experience anything like his fantasies, because the only man he had ever desired had died on the worst day of Lan Wangji’s life, seven years before. He rose, washed his drying spend off his hand in a basin of water he kept in the jingshi at all times, then pulled on a sleeping robe so that he could empty and refill said basin in the stream that ran outside. It was past nine, and the sleep schedule that had been ingrained in him since before he could talk was making him tired. He lay back down and pulled the blankets over himself. Tomorrow held more wedding negotiations with one of his least favourite sect leaders, and no one need know if he cried himself to sleep tonight.

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ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub wei wuxian 😍😩

thinking that wei ying would be the type of boyfriend who likes to send you videos while using all kinds of "toys" on his ass.

you'd see him turn his back to the camera as he loosens his hole with his fingers and starts fingering his desperate entrance with the toys.

your cute, dirty boy would begin to penetrate himself and gently ride the toys as if it were you.

"i wish you were here (name)… i feel nghh! so empty, i need you inside." you would hear him moaning over and over again trying to satisfy himself

Bottom Lan Wangji is such an interesting flavor to me. He is the perfect mix of horny and also ashamed of the fact that he is horny.

I just imagine Wei Wuxian forcing him to tell him exactly what he wants to have done to him. It might take a spanking to get all the details, but afterwards Wei Wuxian would definitely deliver it exactly as he needs it (and maybe add some ideas of his own 😏).

It's one thing to suspect that your friend is a monster. It’s another thing to be sure of it.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn/Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín Characters: Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī Additional Tags: Necrophilia, kinda to be safe, Blowjobs, Blood Play, Blood Drinking, Mild Knifeplay, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Subspace, Kinda, Wen Ning enters a very submissive headspace that is not Unlike subspace?, but probably has more to do with the whole. Being a fierce corpse thing, Submissive Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín, Wen Ning has a not entire healthy perspective on himself and his relationship with Wei Wuxian, I'll admit this started as an excuse for How Give Fierce Corpse Boner, and then turned into Give Wen Ning Good Things, Dominant Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, BDSM Switch Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Dom/sub, a very good chunk of this is just exploring Wen Ning's desire to submit so be aware of that, Wei Wuxian still does Not know how to really handle it, luckily Lan Zhan pretty much has it in hand, Aftercare, it's there Wen Ning just isn't really paying attention to it on account of he's in subspace, WN mentally refers to WWX as Master but not out loud because he knows better Summary:

Blood of Christ, inebriate me.

Or, Wei Wuxian asks Wen Ning's help testing a theory! It spirals. Neither of them notice when Lan Wangji comes in, but they're certainly not complaining.

It’s Hard for Me Too

In the mood for a little service top Wei Ying trying to have his way with Lan Zhan? After a couple of unsucessful attempts, he finally gets lucky, but Lan Zhan is really not the type to take this kind of thing lying down XD Rating: Explicit (!) Tags: Smut, Banter, Fluff, Swearing, Service Top, Versatile Wangxian, Switch, First Time Bottoming, Power Bottom Lan Zhan, is just so hot, I cri

It’s Hard for Me Too (the best first time bottoming pun I have ever made)(AO3 link)