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You know what I’m actually not done ranting bc the danmei fandoms on tiktok keep driving me fucking nuts. This rant’s topic is the godawful ”lan wangji would burn the world for wei wuxian” type edits i see on tiktok and i want to scream and bite everytime i see one and not for a good reason. Like did you miss the part of the book where when wwx died lwj took all that love and grief that he had for him and used it to actually better the world? He loved wwx so much that he not only raised the son wwx left behind but also became a teacher and a role model for the other juniors across clans so that he could teach them the values wwx taught him and the values the world lacked and that caused wwx to be driven to death essentially. He wanted the next generation (of lans especially) to not blindly believe in authority figures, to not believe rumors and to question things and think for themselves so that no one would have to be scorned for protecting ppl like wwx was. Lwj loved wwx so much that he gained a reputation for ”being where the chaos is” bc he wanted to help the less fortunate like wwx wanted to, knowing that the big clans often only help richer ppl who can pay for their services.
If lwj wanted to burn the world don’t you think he would’ve done it when wwx actually did die in the story? But see how he didn’t do that? Instead he used the love he had for wwx to transform the world into a better place, bc it was a world wwx loved and a world he arguably died defending. Wwx loved the world & the ppl in it sm that he died standing up for what he knew was right and not budging even when he was pushed to his utter limits. Knowing all of that, do you think lwj could burn down the world? Do you think wwx would want him to? No i didn’t think so.
Also also ppl have got to stop saying that lwj ”waited” for wwx and erasing the actual tragedy of their story which is that wwx wasn’t just gone, he died. He died and he wasn’t coming back and lwj knew that. He didn’t look for him for all of those years (idk where that idea came from) nor was he waiting around for wwx to come back. It was sheer dumb luck and some amount of evil scheming that brought wwx back but let’s not kid ourselves when we say there were a lot of moving pieces in that plan and absolutely 0 guarantee that wwx would succesfully come back to life.
And.... this is the most important part of the whole story, really...
... it worked.
The next generation IS better. The next generation IS kinder, and more accepting, and more thoughtful, quicker to extend compassion, slower to turn to the sword, more mindful of gossip and less credulous.
It worked.
And WWX got to see the better world that he and LWJ made. He gets to be part of it now, traveling and teaching with his beloved, together.
i saw a poll i didn't like so im making my own. if you could travel anywhere in the world, without having to worry about any expenses, where would you go? (Map below)
Somewhere in...
Northern America
Central America or Caribbean
South America
Northern or Western Europe
Eastern Europe
Mediterranean (South Europe, West Asia, North Africa)
Sub-Saharan Africa (Western, Middle, Eastern, or Southern Africa)
Fanon likes to portray Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji as being jealous of each other because they fear wei wuxian will choose one of them over the other. Which is ignoring the fact that at least in novel canon Jiang Cheng did not even fucking know wangxian ever got along let alone that lwj was in love with wwx until at the very end of the story (in cql canon he does go through a wangxian phase early on and gets very confused by their "breakup" during wwx's sunshot era) and that Lan Wangji is mostly filled with loathing towards both himself and Jiang Cheng for 'abandoning' Wei Wuxian and not being able to save him.
It also ignores the much bigger point that both Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng are actually jealous of Wen Ning. And why wouldn't they be? That is who Wei Wuxian chose in his first life. He left the Jiang, told Lan Wangji to fuck off no he is not coming to gusu with you, and spent his days with his little-brother-shaped corpse bestie on his mountain in yiling. And then when he came back he immediately called him up the second he could string together more than two notes on a flute. Wen Ning is the real competition. (And he's winning)
I don't know how you take this but Doyoung's pussy is already a necessity. How to creampie him or eat him till he cries
YOU ARE SOOOOO RIGHT ANON. THANK YOU FOR THIS WE'RE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH
eating him out would be life changing. he'd be so sensitive, writhing and squirming in place when you barely got your mouth on him; just barely flicking your tongue against his clit and he'd already be such a needy mess. he's shy, so you might have to make him beg for more. his face would get so red, poor little bunny is so bashful! he could barely get the words out while he begged you to devour his cunt.
it'd be so easy to make him cum too, not to mention multiple times. as i said, he's shy, so the first couple of times, he tries not to be loud, he bites down on his lip while his thighs tremble from the waves of pleasure going through his body, but by the 3rd or 4th time he can't be bothered to suppress his pretty little noises anymore, and he's downright crying and begging for you to stop because it's too much for your little bunny to handle 🫶
AND CREAMPIE??? anon you must live in my head. if there's 2 things i would do if i had a dick it would be cumming all over his face and cumming inside of him.
i feel like he's definitely a cumslut and would beg for you to cum all over him. i think he prefers being covered in cum to being creampied but he still enjoys both. he would never admit it, but he loves the risk that comes along with it, along with having someone eat their own cum out of him.
characters: stripper! Yuta x female! Y/N
genre: chaptered, smut, fluff, angst
word count: 2.5k words
summary: Y/N has everything in her bitter life, not until she meets a sweet-looking stripper.
warnings: matured theme, stripper au!, third person POV, rusty writing, curse words, shirtless guys, degrading words
Bachelorette parties.
If there is any event that Y/N hated going to, this would be it.
The girl hated to socialize. Hated mingling with girls her age, even younger than her, who wouldn’t stop talking about finding a nice husband or the newest Birkin from Paris.
But bachelorette parties are better than attending board meetings.
This is much better than the blind date her mother kept on pushing her through.
That was the thought running through Y/N’s mind as she drank the pink bubbling liquid in her champagne glass, settling on one corner of the huge hotel room. She knew very well that it wasn’t champagne. And she was smart enough to know not to drink alcohol in these crazy events.
The star of the night, a rich family daughter - although Y/N forgot whose daughter she was - was dancing non-stop along to the music. Y/N drank her juice to hide a smile. She knew that type very well, certainly a wild child.
It wouldn’t be a surprise if a man in a police outfit entered the room and started stripping.
As if on cue, one of the girls entered the door giddily and announced that ‘the main event is here’. Y/N had to chuckle to herself, how predictable.
One guy, with dark hair and tall height, entered wearing a black jacket without a shirt underneath. He started swaying his body along the sultry music which earned the excitement of the women around. Well, he has a nice muscular body. Another guy, wearing a sleeveless leather tank top, entered and started grinding his body at one of the bridesmaids. This guy is handsome.
Wow, Y/N thought, they managed to book two strippers. How extravagant.
The music got louder along with the screams of the girls at the party just as another guy with blonde hair entered the door. Unlike the other two who were dancing with the girls, he entered the door and took the center. The same as the first guy, who completely removed his jacket, he was wearing a leather jacket with no shirt underneath. His body was rolling, hips seductively swaying against the music. He isn’t even that muscular. Certainly, Y/N had seen better. But the way he projected himself, the way he felt himself along the music is rather sexy. Erotic, perhaps.
The girl found herself focused on the third man, watching his toned skin and taking note of the butterfly tattoo peeking from his waist. He is rather handsome, almost the same as the second guy. Where did they manage to book these guys? They don’t seem like low-class strippers like from other bachelorette parties she had been to. Instead, they look like high-class escorts. If there is something like that.
Y/N shrugged, shaking her head, then finished her juice.
Before she came here, she thought this bachelorette party would give her a reason to hate these events more. Watching the sensual performance in front of her, she was thankful that she chose to be here rather than elsewhere.
—-----
“And tell the manager that we’ll be back tomorrow,” Johnny claimed, which made Yuta nod. “Yuta, be careful when going back to the club.” He rolled his eyes at that. He’s not a kid. He can go back himself.
While heading down to the lobby, he started counting the money he had. One-third of the payment from the dancing gig and some cab fare. He’ll probably reach home, right? Why did the club decide to send the three of them to this far-flung place? When coming here, he saw how far the hotel building was from the entrance. And he doubts, at how high-class this establishment is, that there would be cabs waiting in the lobby. He could ask for a car, but that would cost so much, and Yuta hated to let go of his hard-earned money.
To be real, he wouldn’t be in this job if not for Lee Taeyong. When he came from Japan with nothing but his dream to be a dancer, his friend helped him by offering to be a dancer in a strip club. It wasn’t the dream but it’s not too far from it. Besides, it gives him food on the table and a roof above his head. But all he does is dance, no extra services, unlike his two friends who left him alone.
Yuta felt that he had been walking for some time now but all he could see was the endless road ahead, the lush gardens, and the lights of the hotel building. Who made this establishment? Why is it so anti-poor? It also doesn’t help that it’s late at night and he’s wearing tattered jeans with a shirtless jacket. Will there still be cabs outside the hotel at this late hour? Should he just book a hotel room? But that would cost so much.
He’ll just continue this walk and pretend that he’s hiking like he does in Japan.
He was startled when a midnight blue car stopped at his side, stylish and looking really expensive. The driver put down the tinted window, “Do you want to ride?” He was more surprised that it was a female driver. “It’s a long walk. I can drop you off at the gate.” Yuta glanced at the long road ahead then at the driver who was only looking at him in question. It is a long walk and she’s heading that way anyway. Nothing bad can happen, right?
The guy gently opened the door and entered the car carefully before putting on his seatbelt. Even if this woman decides to kidnap him, he doesn’t have any money to give her. And she looked well-off. There isn’t anything else that he can offer to her. The girl might have sensed his nervousness as she lightly chuckled, “Are you really planning to walk that far? You didn’t have a ride coming here?”
Yuta shook his head, “We took a cab here.”
“We?” The girl repeated before lightly glancing at him. “Oh, you were one of the dancers earlier.”
“You were there?” The girl nodded. Damn, she really is well-off.
Yuta felt like shrinking in his seat. What is he doing in this car? And knowing that she had seen him earlier, made him embarrassed. “Why are you alone?” She asked to cut the silence.
Maybe she doesn’t know anything about his line of work. Or maybe she’s testing him. “They have a booking.” The girl repeated his term in a questioning manner, “Some girls from the party booked them for tonight.”
“To dance?”
“For sex," he blurted out loud before hissing at himself.
“They can do that?” Yuta wondered if she was really innocent. Or maybe she’s part of the population who never cared. But her amusement is rather refreshing. “Then why aren’t you part of the booking or whatever you call that?” He bit his lip to prevent himself from smiling. She’s adorable. “I’m sorry. I’m too curious, aren’t I? You don’t have to answer that.”
He cannot help but release a chuckle at that. “It’s fine,” he claimed, shaking his head. “I don’t do extra services. Besides, those two were more famous with girls.”
The girl had to lightly glance at him before making a small sound of wonder. “Really? I thought you were more famous than the two of them.” Yuta had to raise an eyebrow at that. “I mean you were a great dancer, you’re as handsome as the guy with the cap, and you have a nice body. A complete package.” The sides of Yuta’s lips curled up at the compliment. That’s such a confidence boost. “And you have such a nice smile. If it was my bachelorette party, I would have paid for your extra service.”
“Then will you book me for your bachelorette party?” He then stopped before staring straight at her, “If you haven’t had one.” He tried to check if she had a ring on her finger then sighed in relief seeing that there wasn’t.
She laughed wholeheartedly and Yuta thought that she was very pretty at that moment. “I’m sorry but there will be no bachelorette party. Please don’t jinx it.” Yuta shrugged. He’s not in the position to ask but why? She’s pretty, she’s rich. And to be honest, she’s hot. Guys would surely go to war for her. He definitely will.
To his dismay, he can see the gates of the hotel nearby which means that he had to get out of the car. But he’s still enjoying talking to her.
—---
The night was so dark. Y/N never realized that it was this late. There weren’t any cars around which is typical in this part of town. The headlights of her car kept blinking as she waited for the man earlier to get a cab or any ride to where he was heading. “You can leave me here. Thank you for the ride.” He insisted but she shook her head, reasoning that the CCTVs of the hotel saw her taking him, and if something happened, she would be the prime suspect. He laughed in response, making her swoon at the mischievousness of his smile.
“Where are you heading anyways?” she asked, shouting through the whole passenger seat between them. She was seated in the car in front of him by the curb. The man pointed at the direction to the left and she giggled. “I can drive you. That’s also my way home.” But it was he who kept on shaking his head, not wanting to bother her. “Come on. You might not get home and I can’t just leave you here.”
In the end, he went back in the car and promised to pay her the cab fee. The man claimed that he’s heading to their club named Neo as she hummed in answer. She remembered passing by that club once. And it made it pretty clear that they are some high-class strippers. “I’m Yuta, by the way.” he introduced.
That was a nice name, Y/N thought. Japanese? Maybe a codename. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Y/L/N? Are you related to the owner of the Mozart Museum?” She nodded, whispering that it was her mom. “Wow,” he exclaimed. “You are rich rich.”
“My parents are.”
“That’s what rich people always say.” The girl giggled at that. “So what do you do in life, Miss Y/N?”
She had to drum her fingers along the steering wheel while waiting for the traffic light to turn green. “I work in a research company.” Yuta only gave her a questioning look, “I oversee the company.”
Wait, isn’t that…? “Like a president of the company?”
“More of a manager,” she claimed casually then flashed a timid smile. “My dad is still the president.” Once again, an exclamation of awe can be heard coming from Yuta’s lips. “Hopefully, I can achieve his position soon.”
She’s not just pretty, hot, and rich, she’s also very successful. God damn, she is truly the complete package. “And you are still single?” The girl gave him a knowing smile. How is she still single after all that? And the thought of not wanting to have a bachelorette party, meaning not wanting to be married, made Yuta think that it was a waste. “Don’t you feel lonely?”
Oh shit! That came out wrong. But it was too late to take back those words. She obviously heard it, evidence was the way she gripped the steering wheel. “Sorry. You don’t have to answer that.”
The girl bit her lip before breathing heavily. “I think it isn’t that lonely. I have the freedom to still do whatever I want.” The muscles of her face eased as she smiled. “And trust me if you encounter those rich spoiled mommy’s boys, you’d rather be single.” Yuta giggled. He knew a few and he could attest to it.
It was weird how Yuta felt like he could empathize with the world above him, the world of the rich, with every second he talked to this girl. She doesn’t seem like those stereotypical rich trust fund babies who would check their hair and make-up at all times and yap about finding rich husbands. She’s a well-established woman who knows what she wants. Totally admirable.
Y/N, on the other hand, thought that she knew everything about the world. In her line of work and the society she belonged to, she obviously met a lot of interesting and intriguing people. But nothing prepared her for the mystery named Yuta. If he truly is Japanese, why is he here? What does he do for work? Dancing? Stripping? Why is he so humble and inferior when he looks way more handsome than those narcissistic men who were products of plastic surgery clinics? He is such a wonder.
The girl pulled the handbrake of the car when they reached the front of a lighted building with a huge marquee that reads Neo. “It’s fancy,” Y/N claimed that made Yuta laugh, nodding.
“Have you been inside?” The girl shook her head. “Do you want to go inside?”
“I’d rather not. It’s late and I have some appointments tomorrow.” That’s too bad, Yuta thought. He doesn’t mind working a little extra tonight.
The guy started fishing his wallet from his pocket, handing her some cash. “It isn’t much but thank you for driving me back.” But the girl shook her head, rejecting his money and claiming that it was not a big deal. Yuta felt embarrassed. Of course, she’s rich. This money would be nothing to her. Why did he offer it in the first place? “But I don’t like owing people anything.”
The girl smiled warmly, “It’s fine. Think of it as saving me from worrying about someone tonight.” The guy laughed. “Besides, it was nice talking to you.”
He asked for some pen and paper which she reached out from the glove compartment. Yuta started scribbling something on a piece of paper, “Then, if you feel lonely. Please come by the club and I’ll drink with you.” He handed her the piece of paper, “Free of charge.”
“A lap dance?” She asked, reading his note.
He smiled shyly. “That’s the only service I can offer that would allow me to use the private rooms. I can’t let a rich manager drink publicly in a stripclub, can I?” Y/N gave a small giggle before folding the paper and putting it in her handbag. “Just give the paper to the club manager and look for me. You do remember my name, right?”
“Yuta.” she answered quietly.
“Yuta Nakamoto.”
Is that his full name? Then he must be really Japanese. And aren’t they using codenames in the strip club? Does his parents know his job? She lightly shook her head to stop the questions forming in her mind as he exited the car. What is it to her anyway? “Thank you for the ride, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N. Have a safe trip home.”
“Thank you, Mr. Yuta Nakamoto. Have a good night.”
“See you later?”
“Later.”
And she sped off with him waving goodbye like a small child. Yuta smiled to himself as he started walking to the strip club.
firstly im so sorry for your phone and your bumass laptop i hope that damn bird realizes how distraught i am to not see the usual eyestrain…WAHHH either way though i would like to indulge in these thoughts because i have a lot of Feelings™️ about the picture you painted of lil pathetic cheerleader sungie
so i wrote something quick based on ur thoughts:
there’s just a lot to enjoy about the cheerleader. he always does so well and you think he’s one of the most hardworking, flexible ones in the team. he always perks up at your call, follows your commands, and goes beyond what he’s told.
“yes, captain!” he always says.
that’s why it’s no surprise when he’s bent over the lockers, ass daintily peeking out of his miniskirt, following your commands, and going beyond his breaking point.
or at least it wouldn’t be no surprise, if there wasn’t vibrator on his pretty little clit.
you inch closer and he shivers from the vibrations as well as innate fear.
“oh. playing during game time?”
he’s like prey in headlights. the poor flyer, whose panties were always exposed over your strict captain eyes, finally revealing all of himself to you.
“and why would you be playing by yourself?”
jisung is at a loss for words. he simply tries to hide the toy by rubbing his legs together, but he knows it’s futile; you’ve seen it. you’ve seen his wet panties, maybe you’ve noticed it trying not to drip down to your face during practice.
maybe he was thinking of you then.
you walk closer and separate his legs with one hand, your body so impossibly close to his that he feels so much smaller — he complies with your hand with only minor hesitance. at this point, he realizes that there’s no turning back.
you press the vibrator onto his cunt and it audibly whirrs, the poor boy shaking and panting.
“to play, you need teams.” you press the vibrator further onto his clit. “you need support.” it slides down, but it doesn’t seem to be on accident.
“you need a leader.”
you push the vibrator inside his cunt and jisung cries the loudest he’s ever been.
“a-ah! captain! not there…”
he bucks his legs by the knees and his head spins. he holds onto your hands for support and, as he gushes a significant amount of essence, he moans out your name by accident.
jisung never refers to you by your name out of respect even if he knows it. perhaps he moans it in the hopes that you’ll fuck him like this?
he soaks your hand in his wetness even through his pretty panties, apologizing slightly even if it doesn’t seem to stop.
you tug on the side of his underwear with your other hand. “ji. let me see that pretty cunt of yours.”
he looks up. jisung? you call “ji” that to tease him, as you do with nicknames of your other teammates, but you say his actual name with a cadence that he could only hear in his wet dreams.
“y-yes, captain…”
you laugh. you have to, he’s just too adorable.
you skillfully push his panties inside with one hand while the other keeps the vibrator in his cunt, deepening it and listening to the whirrs intensify as it hits his tight and deep walls.
jisung’s eyes roll back and his head hits the locker behind him but he doesn’t care; he’s losing himself to the pleasure bit by bit. he moans your name again and bites his lip after, but you peck his upper lip slightly.
it sends him to a blissful place, and you can tell by the way he squirts out a little trickle of clear cum from his pussy.
“y/n—i, captain, fuck—can’t think straight,” jisung moans. rolling his hips into your hand, his body begs to hit the climax and simply release.
“oh baby jisung, call me whatever you like.”
but you want to delay it just a bit.
you kiss him again, this time it’s proper and deeper. your lips touch his plump ones with a fluffy bounce and it feels like heaven on your mouth. it doesn’t take long before you snake your tongue across his lower lip, making contact with his shy one, and it feels so good that he—
he doesn’t cum, because you stop kissing him, and he whines.
“i’m not that easy baby.”
jisung doesn’t pout, but his eyes beg instead. it’s a heavenly sight and you wish that he looks at you like this forever — which he does, because it never seems to leave as you tease him relentlessly with your hands. thumb rubbing his clit, fingers pushing his vibrator.
eventually his legs shake and he’s severely out of balance, but that doesn’t stop you from dropping your head down to his crotch.
“ah-ah, how about you keep your leg up like a good boy? remember practice?”
so he lifts his leg above his head, fully exposing his juicy pussy to you.
as if it’s hell sent from heaven, you eat him out while he’s stuck in this position.
the vibrator never stops whirring. your tongue is flicking his clit in critically hurried circular motions. then your lips lock in to suck his clit and it sends jisung over the edge. his walls are being used to the point he’s almost exhausted from pain, fatigue, exhaustion, pleasure, ecstasy.
he’s getting sore from the pleasure and the cuteness is killing you both.
“captain, i need to cum! please! p-please let me cum!”
your mouth leaves his clit with a pop. “oh, and why should i make you cum?”
“please! i’ve been a good boy! please c-captain!”
well, he has. he perks up at your call. follows your every command. goes beyond what he’s told, still keeping his leg up even if he’s about to drop at any moment.
“go,” you let him cum.
he creams all over your fingers and squirts all over your hands and face. his juices are sweet and savory. jisung’s entire body trembles before falling into your arms. you’re careful to not let him drop to the floor even if he’s beyond exhausted.
he makes a mess, your uniforms are ruined, the locker room smells like sex, and you’re both horribly late.
but he’s a good boy to his captain, and that’s what matters to you.
i love you pookie anon maybe ill make something special for u bc i love u and these thoughts very dearly
(cc: @meivida look how much everyone enjoys your boypussy sung prompt everyone say thank you mei for telling me to make jisung boypussy in the first place)
