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Danmei is a very unique genre of queer literature which both centers and de-centers queerness. None of the Danmei I’ve read have been essentially “about” being gay. They’re just stories of life, of magic, of fantasy, of love, in which the main characters happen to be gay. Which is a kind of representation I have often seeked from western media and related intermediaries because why is every gay story, a coming out story? Is there not more to queer people than that?
However, while capturing the personhood of queer people; Danmei also captures the queerness of people because none of these stories would work if the characters weren’t gay/queer
Wei Wuxian’s absolute buffoonery of misunderstanding Lan Zhan’s feelings in a decade long telephone game in which neither of them open their damn mouth would never work in a non-queer story because between a man and a woman romance would be the natural assumption of everyone around them and therefore wouldn’t leave space for confusion. The misunderstanding of their romance is so closely tied to the plot succession that the plot would be… non existent without it
In TGCF Xie Lian and Hua Cheng’s absolute aspirational love is literally in the backseat and front seat of the story. Not too different from a classic hero’s journey but instead of the hero being one person, it’s two people. They are so intertwined with eo that they become one character and witness a lot of the story together. Witness being a very interesting word choice. Their queerness doesn’t drive the story but replacing one of them with a woman would dampen the effect— it’d remove the uncertainty, the confusion from everyone around them, the genuine slow burn of the romance. There’s also this idea of Hua Cheng falling in love with Xie Lian so far separated from concepts such as gender or whatever which wouldn’t have been hammered home in a straight romance where those conversations aren’t always had between the audience and the story
And Erha.. well obviously. Half of Chu Wanning’s “this is so inappropriate” spiral wouldn’t exist if he was a woman. And, the idea of Mo Ran being a “cut sleeve” builds up the under current of his character being so far dismissed by society because he’s seen as immoral. Which just wouldn’t serve to the same effect if he was into exclusively women because so was every other character.
Not in a single one of these stories is queerness and homosexuality the central theme of the story yet without them, the romance wouldn’t be the same. Liking the same gender as you comes with baggage in our society which is so heteronormative and that effect has to exist in the person characters become for them to be authentic but at the same time, limiting that effect only to produce coming out stories/falling in love stories is unfair. Danmei mends this through a middle ground where the plot is the focus but it doesn’t exist in a vaccum, it exists in queerness itself
Honestly, there's a Western equivalent, it's called "the Nightrunner Series" by Lynn Flewelling and it's set in a fantasy world. The main male protagonists start as partners to different quests and then become lovers, but their love is always expressed as part of their quests and adventures. There are many awesome and lovable side characters too.
sorry for only focusing on wangxian but, i still think wwx wouldn't have gone through as much if the misunderstanding didn't happen. lwj 'hating' him (in his mind) caused him to spiral more and led to things that probably could've been avoided and that is all taken away when you remove the misunderstanding in the first place.
turning that straight will do exactly that.
so, while queerness might not be the heart of many danmeis, it's the very soul of them; it's not a physical, tangible thing, but without it neither the humans, nor their individualities exist.
lan wangji is the ultimate pushover when it comes to his husband, his child(ren), and animals (especially bunnies). he can never be the strict parent. (that responsibility falls on wei wuxian.)
you're telling me that this guy who bought a toy just because he wanted a little kid to not feel sad is going to be the stricter one? and he did that despite the many rules of his sect that discourage it.
lan jingyi, the most unlan lan to ever lan, was a disciple under his teachings and even then, he doesn't reprimand him much for the stuff he pulls. (and i bet you that lan wangji adores him so much, with him being his son's best friend and a carbon copy of his husband i'd be surprised if he didn't).
i'm telling you, this guy will look at his son and his friends sneak into the rabbit field after curfew and turn a blind eye into it. he will literally take a 180 and walk towards the opposite side. and if they submit themselves for punishment the next day because sizhui is a good boy with a guilty conscience, his eyebrows twitch the slightest bit upwards and ask, 'punishments should not be given without a valid reason.'
he will look at the elder screaming at jingyi for running dead in the eye and tell them, 'lan jingyi is walking in a bit of a hurry, that is not against any rules.'
if the new generation of kids are bringing in the rabbits from the back hills for lectures, he'll just tell the elders that the children are learning much better with their emotional support animals and no, they are not pets.
if any student is unjustly punished or excessively punished, he will give them work during the hours they were called upon for taking the punishment. 'i apologize, shufu, i did not realize lan yue was supposed to copy the book of righteousness at this time. the errand i sent her for was important so please excuse her.' (according to lan yue, hanguang-jun had dropped a pouch of sliver in her hands and asked her to bring him an order of his from the bookstore in caiyi. he also added, voice turning a bit thoughtful, that the tanghulu right beside it tasted very good and that the sun set to the east corner of the pond looked slightly more mesmerizing than the west corner. if one flies fast enough, they could reach cloud recess just before curfew).
he will most definitely defend any juniors that dared ask an elder a question. 'learning comes first. isn't questioning about what one has doubts towards not the best way to learn, xiansheng?' lan xiwang has never heard hanguang-jun speak those many sentences at once. though, let's not forget the fact that he was the one who taught the little ones to question anything and everything after the death of both the love of his life and his blind beliefs in a lot of things taught to him as a child.
he carries an extra pouch full of silver whenever he goes on night hunts with the disciples. rewarding them for their hard work is not spoiling them. (and if sizhui and jingyi find a sweet tray in their room every night hunt that they are accompanied by hanguang-jun, it's nobody's business but their own).
hanguang-jun, the jade of lan, the cold second young master of gusu lan, a sect known for being as strict on his disciples as one can be, is nothing but an ice left out in the sun on a hot summer day in lotus pier when it comes to juniors, especially kids and his ward.
warning(s): smut, teasing reader, vaginal penetration, blow job, cockwarming, switch diluc, unprotected sex (wrap it up people!)
ok but the idea of not letting him study cause waking up to that? come on, he's not gonna be worrying over whatever that is for long.
it's my first time writing a teasing reader so be nice please. i think it's also the first time i'm writing detailed smut. be nice for that too, please.
if that is the scenery that is going to greet you everytime you stay over at your boyfriend's dorm, you are willing to take the risk of getting caught each and every single day.
you owe him an apology, in fact, for arguing with him a few hours ago about the same.
the stubborn man had refused to let you leave alone to your own dorm because it was too late. usually, he tends to drop you off if it's late (even regardless of it most of the time, being the gentleman he is), but he had some assignment deadlines to meet. both of you didn't realise the time until it was too late and, again, he refused to let you leave and a small argument broke out between the two of you. (which he evidently won, seeing as you woke up on his bed after falling asleep god knows when).
so here you are, thanking him and all the deities at two thirty-seven at night for making you stay, and also mentally apolozing to him about the fight because god, was that a sight worth everything.
your boyfriend's red hair is still in that low ponytail that he wears everyday, but much more messier than usual from probably, you're guessing, running his hands through it in frustration.
he is bent over the desk, looking - honestly, you're willing to bet on it rather being a scowl - at something on his laptop screen, the sound of the pen scratching on the paper following a few seconds later.
and.
he is shirtless.
a rare occurrence, given that he likes to be covered from head to toe every single day (even in summers).
you've always found the scars on diluc's back attractive, despite them contrasting the soft demeanor of his whenever he addressed you. granted, it takes a while to get there unless you're either a species of animal that isn't human, adelinde or kaeya, but once you've experienced it, there's no going back.
but now, with the sharp, focused light above his desk falling on his back, while highlighting all the curves and dips, brings more attention to them in a way that has your fingers itching to caresses them.
and you give in to those desires, your sleep-addled mind doing absolutely nothing to talk you out of it.
"hi," you whisper into his ear after reaching him, wrapping your arms gently around his neck from behind. while you did try your best not to make a sound, his senses are sharper than most people so you won't be surprised if he already heard, felt or both while you walked from the bed to him.
"hi," diluc greets back in a low base, turning his neck slightly to nuzzle the side of his face against yours, "you should've slept more."
"couldn't," your response is short, brain a bit sluggish; both because of just waking up but also your attention being on something else entirely.
"my apologises, love," his hand grabs your arm, pulling you to his side to get a better look as he presses an apologetic kiss to your wrist, "i can't really entertain you at the moment."
"you don't have to apologise," you gently push back the strand of hair falling onto his face behind his ear, "but do you mind if i entertained myself?"
"of course not," your boyfriend's eyebrows furrow in confusion, "feel free to do whatever you'd like to. you don't even have to ask."
"thank you," your smile is soft, not giving away what was about to follow.
"that is not—" diluc's words are left incomplete when you throw your right leg over both of his on the chair, hands grabbing onto his shoulders for balance as you settle on his lap. the back of your legs that aren't covered by your shorts scrape against the rough fabric of his.
while his hands instinctively move to wrap around your waist to secure you on top of him, he can't help the shaky, bewildered exhale when your fingers start to lightly trace the scars on his torso.
"w-what are you doing?"
"entertaining myself?" your gaze is wide and confused, as if diluc was the one stupid for questioning you about straddling and touching him while he tried to finish the assignments he had due the next afternoon, "you said you didn't mind."
"this was not quite what i was expect—" his breath hitches, and the palm of his arm that is around your waist grips the soft flesh of your hips when you move forward press your lips to the gash on the skin where his neck and shoulder meet, "...e-expecting when you said you wanted to entertain yourself."
the redhead's eyelids flutter shut when you trail the feather like kisses up his neck and to his ear, whispering when you reach the destination, "didn't you say i was free to do whatever i like?"
"yes, but—" he lets out a hiss as you bite down on the helix of his ear, "i really n-need to submit this assignment by noon tomorrow, love. please."
"when did i stop you from continuing your work?" your hands wander south, as does your mouth, "you can ignore whatever i'm doing, you know?"
"it really is not a matter of choice," despite the complaint, his head tilts back to give your mouth better access to suck on the skin of his throat.
"i fail to understand what the issue here is, 'luc," when your hands reach the zipper of his shorts, you can already feel the outline of his rapidly growing arousal pressing against the fabric, "you are free to do your work as i am to entertain myself."
diluc doesn't — or rather can't — reply when the zipper is pulled down with a deft motion of your nimble fingers, which later reach to pop open the button just as quickly.
"if it's really bothering you," your pause for a few seconds, reaching inside the waistband of his boxers to wrap your palm around his throbbing length, "i will get off your lap."
and, surprisingly enough, you do move to stand beside his chair. diluc is equal parts disappointed and relieved when you retrieve your hand back from inside his boxers. (probably just a slight bit more disappointed).
but that doesn't last for long when you reach for the hem of your own shorts, pushing it down in one smooth move. he only notices your own underwear also come down with it when you bend down to pull the tangled clothes apart.
diluc feels himself throbbing when you slowly, almost seductively walk behind his chair and pull it a bit away from the desk with the help of the backrest, before moving to kneel under the desk, smiling deceptively while your cheek is pressed against his thigh.
"see, i'm not on your lap anymore, you can continue working on your assignment," the audacity to say that while your hand reaches back inside his boxers to pull out the length which is already hard and throbbing because of your actions.
your boyfriend feels all the blood in his body rushing south when you gently start to stroke him, the pen that he left on top of the paper stack rolls away when his hands move to grip the table.
lightning crackles through his veins when your mouth sucks on the head softly, tongue swirling around the top.
you pull back just as soon as one of his hands reaches to grip your hair, fingers threading through the strands, "didn't you say the assignment is due by noon tomorrow?"
the reminder has him freeze. everything but the feel of your skin and tongue was honestly thrown out of his head. his eyes dart to the laptop screen, which now has the screensaver on display after being left without activity for too long.
he hits space to get back to the document he's working on, relieved to see it auto saved, before navigating — trying to navigate to, he amends, when your mouth wraps back around the head of his shaft — the tab which had his current reference paper opened.
diluc's eyes shut close, tight, when you slowly start taking more in; bit by bit, hands reaching back to your hair.
once again, you pull away, "concentrate, mr. ragnvindr. you won't get a passing grade otherwise."
the usually patient man has the very same thing tested, teeth gritting in frustration as he tries — really, really tries to concentrate back on his assignment, but fails miserably when he hears you choke as you take in more than you could chew. literally.
more concerned than anything, he leans back a bit to look at you with worry etched on his face.
"easy!" diluc is so gentle, so soft, as he pulls you off his length, concern doubling when he sees tears starting to gather at the corner of your eyes, "you okay, love?"
you cough a few times before nodding, "f-fine."
"be careful," the redhead scolds you a bit, thumbs wiping away the tears, "why do you always try to take more than you can handle?"
you know it's rhetorical so you don't answer that, instead your hand resumes stroking his shaft, using the palm to spread your saliva on it from before all the way down to the base, "you should concentrate on your work."
"you are impossible," is all he says, but your movements make the words shaky.
once again your lips wrap back around his girth, being careful this time when you take more of it in, stopping when you feel you can't go further, hand and mouth working in tandem to coax him closer to orgasm.
your free hand reaches to your own heat, circling the nub first before going further down to finger it open slowly. (it's impossible to take him in otherwise).
each time his hands unconsciously reach to hold your hair, you pull back instantly, asking him to concentrate on his assignment; "you won't have enough time to complete it." "it's due soon, 'luc." "come on, you don't want to lose grades now do you?" "since when did you become such a bad student?"
and each time he tries to go back, teeth gritting together as he backspaces after every other word.
when the signs of his release getting close starts to show; length twitching and breath getting harsher, you pull back completely.
"i think it's a bit too distracting, isn't it?" you say, moving out from under the table much to his frustration. "why don't i..."
he watches as your voice trails off, not noticing his thumb pressing down on the enter button, making the document move down several hundred lines.
slowly, your hand reaches to pull one of his away from the desk before throwing one of your legs over his lap again. just that, this time, you hold his shaft up, lining up the head with your entrance before slowly sinking down onto it.
"fuck," diluc can't help the swear that comes out under his breath at that and it only makes you more excited because your boyfriend isn't the one to curse often, "please play nice."
"there, i'm playing nice now," you whisper with a deceivingly sweet kiss to his cheek once you've taken him in completely after almost half an hour of trying, walls gripping tight around the length deliciously stretching them open, "you can concentrate now. i'll warm you up while you finish, okay?"
the way his pupils blow out both terrifies and excites you equal amounts.
"you've picked the wrong way to mess with me, love," the usual tenderness that you practically feel whenever he calls you that is gone, it feels more like the threat it's accompanied with.
you can't help the flutter of your walls around his girth. this is a side of his that you've never seen before, but it's not a complaint.
when his hips buck up at the twitch, you try to tease, "assignment first, everything else later," but your words are more shaky than anything.
"yeah? alright then, i hope you're prepared to bear the consequences after i submit it."
his lips curl up when he notices you gulp down hard.
it feels like forever, the time he takes to finish the work, so much so that you wonder if he's purposely doing it just to spite you, but the way his length spasms inside you tells you otherwise.
it's honestly a struggle to not break the rule yourself and start riding him, to feel the pleasure you're so familiar with.
you nuzzle your face into his neck, hands wrapping even tighter around his shoulders as the sound of keyboard clicks fill your ears, peppering feathery kissing onto the same spot again and again.
"love."
it's a warning.
but, like everything you've done today, you don't listen and continue the task at hand.
diluc grapples at the edges of his sanity to finish the document as soon as he can. if a grade wasn't involved, he would've given up long back, pushed everything aside and would've gotten lost in the heaven that seems to be your insides this very moment.
it takes a few more excruciating hours before he finally reaches the bare minimum words acceptable. he does not even try to write a word more, knowing it's absolutely useless as he presses the save button.
as soon as the document gets submitted, the practice papers get haphazardly swiped down to the ground and you get lifted onto the table they were on just a few seconds ago.
his thickness throbs against your walls when he leans over you, face inches apart, murmuring, "i've been deprived of this the entire time," against your lips before pressing down hard against them.
his one hand reaches up to cradle your face delicately while the other stays under your thigh as a support for your body to help stay on the table.
only after you've been kissed thoroughly a few more times does diluc pull back, pressing his forehead against yours just as his hands reach for the buttons of your shirt.
"i really hope you're ready to bear the consequences of your actions, baby," is what you hear him repeat before the buttons of your shirt ricochet off almost every surface in your boyfriend's dorm.
a shiver runs down your spine.
"i- ah... told you to be good, love," diluc's voice is low against your ear, one of his hands pinning your waist against the desk he was working against while the other traps both of your hands above your head. "asked you to play nice.”
"h-hah... 'l-luc-" you whimper — heat clenching against the head of his girth that is slowly, almost torturously, pulling out, as if trying to pull him in — at the drag.
"but... you've decided to defy every single request of mine, hm?" he bends down to press a characteristic — but situationally out of place — kiss to your nose, which feels like a direct contrast to the veins dragging against your walls. "i told you i was working on something important.”
you feel him pause halfway through. that, combined with his breath hitting the gap between your nose and upper lip with each word, has a protesting whine leaves your throat.
"why are you whining, love?" the tone in which your lover asks the question is deceivingly innocent. so much so, that if you didn't know him for as long as you did and as well as you did (and, also, given the current predicament you were in), you would never have thought it was anything but curiosity. "wasn't this what you were aiming for?”
you wriggle your hands in his grip, trying to grab hold of something as you plead, voice desperate at the agonizing pace, "d'luc... pl-please!”
"please? you don't get to beg now, love," he thrusts his hips ever so slightly as if to emphasize his point, making you choke on your breath and wiggle your trapped hands harshly against the desk as his shaft slides back in just a bit more deeper. "you are going to take what is given to you. no more, no less."
that was just the start of countless hours of pure suffering, tens of denied orgasms and a lesson on being careful of what you give to your usually sweet boyfriend. because, just like everything else he has done so far, whatever you give him is returned back tenfold.
that and i also love the fact that it's the biggest fuck you to everyone who says people don't want to spend time on anything if they don't get paid enough for it.
the 387k+ ongoing fic with weekly updates says otherwise.
Most underrated character in mdzs is Mianmian's husband. My guy saw a woman so badass and hot that he gave up his cushy merchant life to follow her around with heart eyes. Dudes is so comfortable in his masculinity he's like yeah this is my wife she's the breadwinner (we're poor asf) and she can bench three of me. Buddy is drinking respect woman juice like wwx drinks emperor's smile. He's the world's #1 wife guy and he's RIGHT.
after everything, wwx and lwj frequently meet up with mrs. and mr. mianmian and hang out.
mr. mianmian and lwj are silently simping over their spouses. they silently brag about them but never really try to one up another, just listening to each other gush about their respective spouses.
mrs. mianmian and wwx, on the other hand, have full blown debates about who has a better husband, constantly trying to one up one another at every small thing, especially their husbands' sacrifices.
"my husband gave up his merchant life just to be with me."
"my husband waited for me to come back for 13 entire years, pined for even longer, and he was prepared to do so for his entire life!"
and so on.
wwx passes on the "yuandao" title to mr. mianmian officially. (lwj is very happy).
the juniors tag along for one meeting and xiao mianmian is instantly in love with sizhui, following him around like a tiny little puppy.
[jingyi tries to poke her cheek and gets bitten. (jin ling laughs way too hard at that).
zizhen wins her over with some sweet treats and jingyi gets all sulky.]
warnings: smut, penetration, size kink (i just know he's big okay?), unprotected (wrap it up people!), very subtle but implied (unlocking of a) breeding kink.
i wrote this thinking of permansor terrae but it can be any of the dan hengs really. i just think pt would be the gentlest soft dom but also so fucking big that it messes with my head sometimes. also, biologically infertile being unlocking a breeding kink is 😔
every time you insist on taking him in his permansor form, dan heng can't help but hesitate.
but he's a weak, weak man when it comes to those he loves — treasures them so deeply that he's willing to endure a millennia of burden and beyond for them — so, it's pretty much impossible for such a person to refuse you anything you plead for.
so, reluctantly, he agrees.
you don't understand. dan heng tries so hard not to hurt you, puts his everything into achieving the same.
but, each time, he fails miserably.
he spends countless hours preparing you; mouth working on stimulating you as much as possible, making your heat as wet as he can. his fingers slowly — thoroughly — stretch open your walls preparing them for something far larger that they don't even come close to imitating, scissoring it open to try and lessen the pain and discomfort that you are sure to feel.
both his fingers and mouth — individually and together — make you reach the peak so many times that you lose count not even quarter way through.
but, despite all that, it's still too much.
too much in the way his tip struggles to breach your entrance ever so slightly, even though his hands holding your thighs open for better control.
too much in the way silent tears spill down your eyes, that are shut tight from being so overwhelmed with everything that happened already.
too much in the way that your walls grip his girth like a vice not even quarter way through, as though trying to suck him in despite not being able to handle it at all.
too much in the way that he has to start moving in shallow thrusts halfway through to even try and reach a bit deeper with every forward thrust, tail wrapping around one of your legs.
the concern and worry constantly makes the raven ask if you want him to stop every few minutes, but your answer always remains the same; "d-deeper. want to feel you completely."
the heat that simmers under dan heng's bones is instantly pushed back somewhere deep inside where even he can't reach. because he knows that if he lets it free, it will boil across his blood and erupt out of his skin; burning you in its path to take, take and take whatever it possibly can.
when his length finally bottoms up in that tortuously delicious hollow, he doesn't stop the rhythm already built from the shallow thrusts that helped him bury himself to the hilt in the first place, one hand gently reaching to cup your face while the other, that is already on the thigh, helps it wrap around his hips. the cold scales on the tail helping him makes you shiver.
"does it hurt?"
his voice is so tender that it makes more tears spill down your already messy face as you shake your head.
"then why are you crying even more than before?" he can't help the twitch of his lips at the contradiction.
"e-motions," is all you can reply.
"is this pace okay, then?"
"yeah," your hands reach up to snake around his neck, pulling him down to let his lips press into yours. "it's more than okay."
he kisses back, sweet and soothing, thumb gently caressing below your eye to wipe away the wetness under it.
the speed never changes; slow, deliberate and devastatingly precise as it hits that spot inside you that makes you see stars.
it takes a while for the familiar knot to build up in your stomach, arms wrapping tighter around his neck as your muscles pulse around his shaft.
"close?" dan heng asks, even as his hand on your thigh reaches between your bodies to circle the bundle of nerves coaxing you close with that action alone.
you can't stop the twitch of your heat around his girth, breathing turning harsh.
"let go for me," the raven ends up peppering kisses all across your face, pace picking up just a bit now.
that, combined with his finger circling your clitoris is all you can take before you feel an orgasm crash over you like a tidal wave, walls clasping violently around him as you come.
you feel his hips stutter in their pace, length twitching erratically inside you as he chases his own release.
"close," the vidyadhara tries to warn, moving back as if to pull out, but your legs wrap completely around his waist, making it almost impossible for him to do so.
"what—" seeing him flustered is always a treat, given how composed and collected he is all of the time.
"inside," dan heng's eyes flash with something sharp for a second at your reply, before you feel hot splashes of his release pour inside as his movements lose and stop their rhythm.
you don't get to comment on his almost non-existent refractory period when, for the first time since you've made love, he requests for, "one more time, please."
you have to avoid shouto while you’re ovulating because he attracts children and small animals like he’s a disney princess. he’ll just be wandering around a friend’s barbecue with their baby held in one strong arm, fast asleep against his chest, and it’s like a laser beam pointed straight at your ovaries.
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