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SVSSS: Bottom Binghe Week '24 Prompts and Dates

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[sacredfire44]

Kinda wanna read/write a post-canon Bingqiu fic set years later, where during some routine, silly wife plot, Binghe somehow finds out that the soul attached to his husband’s body is not, in fact, the original soul.

Like any person, his first assumption isn’t that his husband had replaced the original SQQ. It’s that an imposter has replaced his husband.

A skilled imposter. One who knows all of his husband’s little quirks, who slipped under even Binghe’s watchful eye.

Binghe takes care to not indicate that he’s noticed. His blood parasites confirm this is still his husband’s body, and he refuses to scare them into running before he can get the imposter out.

Binghe spends weeks researching and practicing, until he’s finally certain he can tear the imposter’s soul apart without hurting his husband. Praying, desperately, that it’s a powerful possession instead of a replacement. Praying his husband is still alive in there.

Finally, he slips into the imposter’s dreamscape, clinging to threads and forcing his way as close to the soul as possible, for the surface-level dreams show him in SQQ’s body. Inside, he finds a small man, with big eyes and stick-thin arms, features far too similar to his Shizun. A cheap, pathetic mockery of Shen Qingqiu, he makes sure to tell them.

They are weak outside of Shen qingqiu’s powerful body. It is all too easy to restrain them, to rage and revile them for their crimes, to question what they’ve done, to tear them apart, limb from limb-

“How long?,”He’d snarled, furious, claws digging into the pathetic parasite’s left arm, yanking it just far enough for the strain to burn.

“Years,”The imposter says, eyes wide and wet. Crying.

Years. Years with his husband that this imposter has taken, has stolen from them. Nights spent entangled, lazy mornings spent curled into each other’s embrace, soft evenings spent watching the sunset.

Binghe yanks the arm the rest of the way out, relishing in the way the parasite screams. It will know pain for what it’s taken from him, for what it’s taken from his Shizun.

XXXX

At first, Shen Qingqiu, formerly Shen Yuan, didn’t know what was happening. He’d thought of himself as Shen Qingqiu for years now, so waking up in his original body had been confusing and disorienting.

When Binghe appeared as well, he knew immediately it was a nightmare. It couldn’t be anything but that. Binghe, his Binghe as he was now, would never look at him like this, like he was the dirt on the bottom of his shoe, the scum of the earth.

It was rare to have nightmares nowadays. Binghe was always watching his dreams too closely to let something like that slip by. But the last few weeks, he’d been absorbed in his newest little pet project, exhausted and stressed by whatever it was he refused to talk about. Shen Qingqiu didn’t blame him for having one night of sleep without constant vigilance.

“So the imposter shows himself,”Dream-Binghe said, and ah, what an odd thing to dream up! Shen Qingqiu was just as good as the original goods, and he knew it! There was no way at all he had such insecurities, and certainly not any strong enough to appear as dreams! If he’d had such dreams before, that was simply a coincidence, a trick of the mind repeating the scenario it’d already created to avoid making a new one.

But Binghe doesn’t rant and rave at him for lying, doesn’t call out his betrayal. Instead, his eyes hard and cold, his claws tight where they dig into his wrists, he questions him.

Why?

I don’t know, Shen Qingqiu has to answer. I woke up in this body.

Where is he?

I don’t know, he answers again.

How long?

Here, Shen Qingqiu bites down a cry of pain as his left arm his yanked painfully out, a loud pop as it tugs out of his socket. The pain is real, he realizes deliriously. It’s real the way the Punishment Protocol had been. The thought makes ice pool in his chest.

What had he done to deserve a punishment from the System?

The hand tightens, the bones in his wrist creaking ominously at the strength of the hold.

The look in Binghe’s eyes hurts far more, though. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t even notice the tears in his eyes until they’re spilling over, until his voice comes out as a broken warble.

“Years,”He whispers at last, aware he’s hammering the final nail into his coffin.

It’s only as his arm is yanked away, as muscle and sinew tears with a sickening squelch, that it occurs to him. The punishment protocol had worked by sharing his dreamscape with the original Bingge. It hadn’t summoned nightmares out of no where.

This wasn’t Bingge. He’d known it on sight. Had recognized it in the curlier hair, the taller build.

This wasn’t Bingge. This was his husband.

And this wasn’t a dream.

XXX

Binghe watches as the pathetic worm scrambles away from him, gasping and hiccuping through his tears. His remaining arm shakes against the jagged edge of his stump, trying to stem the flow of blood. It won’t do a damn thing. This is a dream world, and that form is just a representation of his soul.

“I’m sorry,”It begs, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Binghe forgive me- “

“Do not call me that,” He hisses. This parasite had squirmed its way in, had settled in and gotten comfortable in its place as his husband, but that spot would only ever belong to his Shizun, his rightful Shizun. Everything else… everything else had been a lie!

“No!,”The imposter gasped. Had Binghe spoken out loud? “No, it wasn’t! I really- I really tried to be honest, I- I-“

It gulped, face pale and wan, tears spilling over its cheeks. Its voice dropped to a whimper.

“I loved you. I thought you loved me too.”

Luo Binghe let out a harsh laugh. So that was the plan? Replace his husband and try and make him grow attached? Try to squirm into his heart, when it was already spoken for?

“I could never love a pathetic fake!,”He snarled. “I’ve been planning your death from the moment I learned!”

The imposter sucked in a sharp breath. They stopped scrambling away, simply sitting before him, shaking and curled into themselves.

It didn’t try to run again as he stepped forward. Not even as he grabbed its leg and tore it from its body. It screamed, and thrashed, but made no effort to pull itself away again.

Instead, the insolent wretch began muttering under his breath, a plea and a prayer in one. Begging for forgiveness, for the dream to end, for Binghe to wake him up. Pathetic. Had the imposter really fallen in love with him over the course of its tenure?

He dug his claws into the stump at its shoulder to stop it. The muttering broke into muffled cries, biting their lip as they struggled to hold them back. A habit he recognized from his husband. Disgusting, he thought, holding to the illusion for pity until the very last second.

“You’re just a cowardly weakling, leeching off of Shen Qingqiu. You fell in love with me? Then know this in your heart.”

Binghe dug his fingers in harder, harder, until his claws scrapped against the shattered bone of the socket and dug in. The parasite’s eyes nearly rolled back into its head as it jerked. Binghe lifted it off the ground by the bone, then held still until the worm caught its breath.

“I could never love the man before me. I would never have even looked at you twice had I known.”

Binghe expands his awareness to the dream world around him. From a greater distance, the soul of the imposter is more like a small flickering flame, a little glow between his hands, than a man.

It takes almost no effort at all, to close his fist around it and smother the flame.

XXX

Binghe wakes up in the morning, ecstatic to finally be done with this journey and desperate for love from his husband who he’s apparently not seen in years.

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t wake up with him.

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t wake up at all.

XXX

Anyway now that I’ve officially written a short version of it I want y’all to know that Shang Qinghua would be the one to tell him, after rushing over when he gets an alert that the account of User 002 was deactivated.

Binghe gets to metaphorically self-destruct, realizing everything he said and did was to his own husband and not an assumed imposter. The world shapes itself to Binghe’s wishes, and he still has access to the holy mausoleum, so he manages to bring back Shen Qingqiu. I debated having him bring back Shen Jiu instead but I love the protagonist of any book I read, and that includes Shen Yuan, so instead he brings back his husband whose heartbroken and runs off, with a new level of instinctive terror to go along with it. Binghe really does try to give him room, but that does neither of them good because Binghe drowns in his guilt and the confirmation of his husband’s fear, and Shen Yuan drowns in his heartbreak and confirmation of his husband’s rejection.

The happy ending comes after a slowburn of binghe groveling and breaking himself down(a la Lost and Found in Limitless Clarity) with a side of both being left with new insecurities to add to the existing ones post-canon.

(And if Binghe now dreams of the delicate flicker of a soul between his hands, now jolts awake to the reminder of how small it was, how easy to smother, well-

-it’s the least he deserves, isn’t it?)

[flowersdiceandlove]

pt 2 of Bingqiu Family Headcanons bc I can't believe I forgot to put these:

part 1

Shen Yuan's older brother (could be both, but at least the oldest) was already married and had at least one kid. Because of this, Shen Yuan got stuck with watching the kid for at least a few minutes while everyone else was busy or as a last resort type babysitter. And because of that he knows how to take care of babies and little kids. He's actually good at it. He was a little awkward at first, but after the like...third? time he got stuck with a kid he figured it out. Which is why everyone is so surprised that they don't need to give Shen Qingqiu nearly as many tips for dealing with babies as they originally thought.

Shen Yuan was still bottom of the list for babysitters though because of his overall...everything. They just assumed that he didn't like babysitting and wasn't very good at it. Shen Yuan did not contest this.

All their kids get Binghe's Heavenly Demon blood parasites when they're babies. Bingqiu are not taking any chances. They want to know that if their kid get's lost, they can find them. What their kid's medical status is and if they need healing.

They're a bit (read: a lot) overprotective. But they have good reason given all that happened to them and with Binghe and just the overall dangers of the world they live in and demon politics.

(This one's my favorite) Bingqiu's kids have "Shen" as their surname. Luo Binghe's surname "Luo" was just given to him because that was the river he was found in. It doesn't hold any real meaning to it beyond that. However, for Shen Qingqiu, he had the surname "Shen" even before he transmigrated. Shen Yuan. So, it holds more significance for him. By being able to pass his real surname onto his kids with Binghe, it's like he's able to share a part of his "true" self with them. It's the surname of his family. It's his parent's surname. It's his older brother's surname. It's his meimei's surname. It's the surname of the extended family he only saw a couple times a year during holidays. It holds history. It holds love. "Shen" is the surname of his family. It's him getting to pass down his family legacy and history and love even though he's in a completely different world. It's the connection of his last life and this one.

Adding onto that last one: Bingqiu absolutely argue over what surname to give the kid(s) for weeks or even months before deciding on Shen. But, Luo Binghe is the one arguing that their kids should have "Shen" as their last name because it's shizun's last name. my kids have to have shizun's last name😭😭🥺🥺, and Shen Qingqiu is arguing that it should be "Luo" because Binghe's the protagonist and that's just how it should be internally, externally he's like "Binghe is Emperor of the Demon Realm, so it only makes sense that they should have Binghe's surname."

More on that: When they finally come to an agreement on "Shen" Shen Qingqiu's eyes prickle with tears, and if a few fall free the only ones who know are the two of them. It just means so much to him that they'll have his name. He honestly didn't think it was an actual possibility and that of course they would have Binghe's surname, so when it's finally decided that it will be "Shen" it finally hits him (and it hits him hard) that he'll be passing his family name on. Not Just as Shen Qingqiu, but as Shen Yuan as well. It's like all the grief he felt over dying and thinking that other life (and his family) was gone forever that he's been suppressing just rips free of the locked chest inside him now.

Shen Yuan never thought he was going to have a family. I'm totally believing the chronic illness/die young hc about him, so he always thought he wouldn't get the chance to have kids. So, he has feelings about actually being able to raise a family. And, with Luo Binghe no less.

They are both very Not Normal about having kids with the other.

This next part is mpreg, so skip if you want. There's nothing below it.

If it is mpreg and Shen Qingqiu is the one giving birth, he curses like the chronically online millennial he is while in labor. He pulls out the crudest most creative curses that he learned from the darkest parts of the internet. Everyone that hears is horrified at the things coming out of his mouth. Most don't even know what half of what he's saying means (modern lingo).

Luo Binghe is very impressed and horny about it. He wants to hear him curse more. He decides he's gonna find a way to make Shen Qingqiu curse in bed.

And he screams at Luo Binghe that he is never doing this again with the most threatening aura Luo Binghe has ever seen from him. Luo Binghe agrees easily, happy and smiling. He's just happy Shen Qingqiu is doing it this time.

After the baby's born and in Shen Qingqiu's arms and he's stared at it for a couple minutes, he asks Luo Binghe for another. Luo Binghe then laughs out loud saying that Shen Qingqiu just told him he was never doing it again. Shen Qingqiu then blushes and says "Well, it's not that bad. And they really should have a sibling..."

Mu Qingfang is the doctor overseeing all this. He's the best doctor. And only the best for Bingqiu and their baby.

Mu Qingfang is the only one not surprised by the things that fall out of Shen Qingqiu's mouth during labor. He just smiles and tells anyone looking horrified that it's best to just ignore anything that is said during labor. (this of course doesn't apply to actual medical things or demands and just the curses and threats and such.)

Whenever Shang Qinghua is in the labor room, Shen Qingqiu curses him out and throws whatever he can reach at him full-force because he blames Airplane for making this so painful. He created everything else, so why couldn't he make labor easier!?!?! Everyone is confused by this, and no one can figure out why Shen Qingqiu is so mad at SQH specifically, or why Shen Qingqiu seems to be blaming Shang Qinghua. (a small few think that they had an affair and SQH is actually the father, but that thought's dispelled when the baby comes out with a red, glowing Heavenly Demon mark)

The reason Shang Qinghua is even in the labor room to begin with is because he's one of Shen Qingqiu's support people. (I love cumplane friendship. They're ride or die. Shang Qinghua's not gonna leave his bro hanging and he's seen so much gore in this world that he's not even queazy watching. But most of his time in the room is spent hiding behind others to avoid being hit. He is however calling out encouragements to Shen Qingqiu as he does so)

And, if it wasn't decided ahead of time that Shang Qinghua was gonna be there, once the labor actually starts kicking up gear and it gets more painful, Shen Qingqiu grabs the front of Mu Qingfang's (or Luo Binghe's) robes, pulls him in, and says "bring me shang qinghua," with a dark glint in his eye specifically so he can curse him out for making it this painful and throw things at him.

During the mpreg, anything Shen Qingqiu craves, Binghe makes it. No matter how weird. He doesn't question. But, when Shen Qingqiu starts craving modern food or food from cultures that aren't in PIDW, Luo Binghe has to ask some more questions to figure out how to make it. He'll also enlist Shang Qinghua's help for taste testing to make sure he got the strange dish right before presenting it to his grumpy, pregnant shizun.

If it's mpreg and Luo Binghe is the one doing it. He gets all the pregnancy glow with none of the downsides. He might get a bit of morning sickness, but only when shizun is there and can rub his back and pamper him until he's not feeling queazy anymore. And it's only queazy, not actual throwing up. No, he's not faking it. It's just the protagonist halo.

[bottombingheweek]

Bottom Binghe Week '24 prompts are here!

Bottom Binghe Week is an 18+ multiship prompt event celebrating any and all bottom and/or sub Luo Binghe content. This year, #bottombingheweek24 will take place from December 1-8. Any and all content is welcome, whether or not it follows these prompts; you may also use prompts from last year or from our bingo mini-event! We only ask that you tag your work appropriately and follow the rules of the site where it's posted (we don't want to be the reason anyone's account gets nuked!).

Look out for an interactive October mini-event coming this weekend, too! Binghe's gotten himself into a bit of a situation and needs everyone's help....

This year's art alternates between @sinn-bee (1, 3, 5, 7) and @thegoldenavenger (2, 4, 6, 8), and graphics are by @lavender-and-rue!

Other places you can find us:

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Text version of prompts and image description below!

Day 1: Garnet

Meanings: Passion, committment, love

Prompts: pregnancy, devotion

Kinks: marking, in heat

Object: jewelry

Day 2: Carnelian

Meanings: warmth, energy, creativity

Prompts: passed around, cum dump

Kinks: stuck in a wall, sex pollen

Object: onahole

Day 3: Rose Quartz

Meanings: self-love, healing, tenderness

Prompts: escort, camboy

Kinks: claustrophilia (kinking on enclosed spaces), dacryphilia (kinking on tears)

Object: stockings

Day 4: Bloodstone

Meanings: courage, revitalization, protection

Prompts: blood parasites, demonic traits

Kinks: hair kink, sensory play

Object: rope

Day 5: Jade

Meanings: nurturing, purity, serenity

Prompts: amnesia, white lotus

Kinks: nipple play, dream sex

Object: vibrators

Day 6: Aventurine

Meanings: luck, mercy, compassion

Prompts: painting, suspended

Kinks: roleplay, service

Object: candles

Day 7: Emerald

Meanings: domestic bliss, partnership, wisdom

Prompts: obedience, resistance

Kinks: macro/micro, premature ejaculation

Object: doll

Day 8: Chrysanthemum Stone

Meanings: harmony, happiness, legend

Prompts: damsel in distress, coming home

Kinks: body worship, sandwiched

Object: eggs

[ID: Two graphics on a pale pink marble background. Both have the header Bottom Binghe Week '24 in a script font and a footer listing the dates, December 1-8, 2024, and the hashtag #bottombingheweek24. The first graphic lists prompts for days 1 through 4 and the second lists prompts for days 5 through 8 (all prompts copied above). From top left to bottom right, the art elements are: A gold and garnet pendant and earring set in the shape of Luo Binghe's demon mark. A carved carnelian... statuette of a torso with a flat chest, an etched demon mark on the abdomen, and a prominent "hole" between the thighs. A pair of pink stockings with darker pink lace detail and rose quartz hearts. A bloodstone wrapped in coils of red rope. Two jade bullets, one with a lighter jade end and one with a darker end, with a carved lotus on the flat side. A red candle dripping from an aventurine cup onto a flat aventurine stone, already covered in wax. A ball-jointed doll hand with pale skin, freckles, and long, pointed red nails holding an emerald. Four egg-shaped stones, one pale green with bamboo patterns, one a black and white chrysanthemum stone, one deep blue with wing and cloud patterns, and one deep red with a stylized demon mark and lotuses. End ID.]

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Spider-Man

if you wanna be my lover (you gotta get with my friends) by mindshelter

MJ still remembers Ned’s initial disbelief when Peter—infamous for missing class back in sophomore year, suspended for two weeks freshman year—finished his bit of the group write-up four days early. The work was perfect, and so was Ned's chemistry grade. After that it was Peter this, Peter that, Peter parted the Red Sea, it’s true, MJ, I was there; I saw it. MJ, hey, are you listening?

Then Ned says, “We should invite Peter to join AcaDec.”

or; peter isn’t rock bottom on midtown’s social ladder; he’s underground. friendless, rumoured to get into street fights. ned declares him bestie material anyway, and mj catches feelings.

she also meets tony stark(?) in foodtown, of all places, and makes a spider-man(??) sighting.

M!ik

law of insomnia by thewunderkind

אנחנו נפגשים שוב” "I'm sorry, I do not understand," And then Iruma lowers himself, getting on his knees and bowing until his forehead meets the ground.

Or the one wherein they're soulmates and only Alice is aware of what is happening.

DC

how's it go again? by timdrakesuperspy

Tim Drake's universe is falling apart. He's surprised when he doesn't fall with it, due only to Mr. Mxyzptlk's misplaced feeling of debt. He's even more surprised when the imp crash-land him in the middle of the Wayne family's dinner.

OR: After Tim fails to bring back enough proof that Bruce isn't dead, his life sucks. So of course the universe falls apart. So of course a nosy interdimensional imp decides to intervene and send Tim to a universe unnervingly off from his.

the back corner booth by destiny919

"Hey, Hood," Rhys says seriously. "I've got something for you, but it's a little outside your usual service range."

Jason raises his eyebrows under the helmet. He never gets kids from outside the Alley, if only because they have no way of meeting one of his liaisons, or any reason to trust the Red Hood. "How far outside?"

Rhys smirks. "Not too far. Just Bristol."

Jason really, really hopes his appalled expression is coming through the helmet.

SVSSS

to find an intended (a bit unintentionally) by nyoomerr

It takes about five minutes after they first meet for Shen Yuan to start flirting with Luo Binghe. Aggressively, too, in a way that even some of Luo Binghe’s most frequent bed partners wouldn’t dare to. It’s shocking and infuriating and, unfortunately, Luo Binghe finds himself charmed.

Too bad Shen Yuan doesn’t actually know that his actions come off as demon-flirting in the first place.

Clone Wars

an ill-advised gift by S_C_G

The Senate tries their hand at some regime change in the Mandalore sector.

It doesn't go well.

The Senate tries their hand at sending a gift to better relations and buy some time.

They couldn't have made a worse choice.

Or, the Senate gives the Mand'alor a child. This, quite predictably, backfires.

let me lie with you by MadMothMadame

The War is over. With the Sith conspiracy uncovered, and Sepratists suing for peace, Obi-Wan knew things would not be the same as they were before. Some changes would be for the worse, but when he thought about Cody, and all they had the potential to become now that rank and the weight of war no longer had to stand between them-

Well, some change could only be for the better.

He should have known better.

[incognito-lionbeast]

Anyway, while I'm sure there are probably more fitting Pokemon, in this AU Luo Binghe is a Magikarp that Shen Yuan met whilst visiting a lake at the bottom of a nearby waterfall-- doing his Disney Princess shtick with the local poke-fauna. He offered the sad, bullied little fish some food, because all Pokemon are good Pokemon. SY figured that the poor thing had been carelessly dumped into the lake, since Magikarp are one of few weak Pokemon humans will touch/keep as pets.... for a little while, anyway.

From that point, he visits regularly, because the lake is a prime spot for all sorts of research & Bingkarp grows very, very attached. Yet, Shen Yuan never invited Binghe to join his team. After all, SY already has a few decent Pokemon companions & he'd grown so accustomed to seeing Binghe at the lake... it really just hadn't occurred to him as an option.

So, Bingkarp grows determined to improve his cultivation & achieve human form so that he could one day be useful to Shen Yuan/properly thank him for his kindness. With words. That SY can understand.

TLDR some time later, Shen Yuan finds a freshly evolved Gyarados in human form, nearly unconscious, who... being so new can only mutter his own name. Gyarados. Assuming, as one might, that his Magikarp friend had evolved & attacked this stranger for being in the wrong place at the wrong time (given Gyarados' general temperament), Shen Yuan feels responsible. So, he takes Binghe back to Cang Qiong for treatment--

And everyone on Cang Qiong assumes that the very obvious Pokemon is one of Shen Yuan's new companions (which happens on occasion; he is a trainer, after all). Therefore, Shen Yuan is shocked that the "human" Binghe is just. Allowed to stay. With little to no effort to convince Yue Qingyuan. Satisfied, he's delighted to have a incredibly handsome new human disciple to help him & they start to bond. Again.

(Binghe is nervous/isn't sure how to correct him... so he's put in a similar position as everyone else. Unsure how to tell Shen Yuan the truth, but at least he seems happy..?)

After trying & failing for weeks to locate his potentially rampaging Magik--Gyarados friend, there is an actual rampaging Gyarados that the sect is forced to deal with (and SY fears the worst). Yet, seeing his chance to make Shizun happy, Binghe covertly assumes his Pokemon form & neutralizes/chases off the other Gyarados. At this point, Shen Yuan recognises THIS Gyarados as his Gyarados [due to a unique mark on his forehead/crest], and finally realizes.... he should have asked this a long time ago... he asks if Binghe wants to join him.

Bingyarados slams his face into the pokeball so eagerly that he nearly knocks Shen Yuan over-- a Shen Yuan who was expecting to at least battle Gyarados first. Y'know, as is proper & respectful. Binghe's pokeball doesn't even wiggle once before it clicks closed, a successful capture.

...now Binghe has to juggle both identities. It's very comical. They'll figure it out eventually.

[tk-duveraun]

14/? Luo Binghe is SO NORMAL about Shen Yuan

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 (here), 15

Extra part today bc I'm too excited

Read up through even numbered parts on Ao3

From the beginning of the conference, Luo Binghe was miserable. The monsters were easy enough kills, but with each bead came another disciple sniffing around for an easy mark. Despite his many solo missions, Luo Binghe didn't have much of a reputation in the cultivation world, so the bottom dwellers didn't even know who he was; they just wanted cheap points.

His robes were different from the standard Qing Jing uniform, both with the edging noting him as a personal disciple and with his own embroidery. But instead of identifying him correctly, most of his peers assumed he was Ming Fan, the Head Disciple of Qing Jing Peak. Why they thought he would agree to help them after getting his name wrong was beyond Luo Binghe's understanding, but they were teenagers.

The worst offenders were from Huan Hua Palace. Even after two years and change as a teen again himself, Luo Binghe struggled to accurately guess the ages of other kids, but some of these brats had to be under sixteen. There was jailbait and then there was actually infants. He wasn't convinced all of them had started puberty.

Not that he was too surprised. After Luo Baixiao, the primary antagonist of IRS was the Huan Hua Palace Master. The disgusting old man had transformed Shen Yuan into a child and dressed him up in little girls' robes and jewelry. It was in that later arc that Shen Yuan revealed his skills as an array master. Arrays were hard to set up, but used relatively little spiritual energy to activate.

After hiding that he hadn't lost his memories in the physical regression, Shen Yuan spent weeks meticulously carving an array into the floorboards under his bed. He'd finally been able to send a detailed message of his circumstances back to Cang Qiong Mountain triggering the iron fist of every other Peak Lord to descend. In true Snowballing fashion, the cavalry arrived just in time to prevent the Moonlit Purity Ceremony without ever explaining what the fuck that was supposed to be.

Luo Binghe's regular artists had been disappointed that he didn't want any child Shen Yuan art. He'd written a ten thousand character email tearing his favorite apart before not sending it. They just wanted a paycheck; no one actually wanted to sexualize little A-Yuan, least of all, him. In the end he'd sent a few laughing emoji and said he was way too horny on main to want that.

However, the forum commenters were fair game and felt the full weight of Luo Binghe's wrath for degrading his beloved.

So it wasn't surprising the Old Palace Creep sent little girls to fight terrible monsters.

Though, perhaps, if he'd had an entourage of hangers on he would have realized the invasion started earlier than he did. As it was, he didn't know the main event started until he came across the body of a Tian Yi Outlook disciple. With a grim set to his mouth, Luo Binghe put a protective array over the body and launched one of the seventeen flares Shen Yuan loaded him down with.

As he stared at the used firework, Luo Binghe's expression twisted further into a tight frown. Why had Shen Yuan given him so many? Luo Binghe was head and shoulders above his cohort and Shen Yuan was obviously proud of his strength. And even if Shen Yuan thought he would fail, why would he possibly need more than one and a spare?

If Shang Qinghua was the traitor, Shen Yuan was his best friend and closest confidante. Did Shen Yuan know the sabotage was coming? No, he wouldn't have risked disciple lives. At most, he thought something bad might happen. It could even have just been intuition or the misguided belief Luo Binghe would go out of his way to help the other participants if they ran into trouble.

[New Main Scenario Quest: "Pledges of Frost and Flame" Objective: Rendezvous with Shen Qingchun.]

Leaving the disciple behind, Luo Binghe infused his legs with qi and leapt through the terrain. He didn't like the sound of that, but was promising at the same time. The tear to the Endless Abyss was described as flaming and Linguang-jun was a noble ice demon. What happened next wouldn't be good, but it would finally answer a lot of questions.

[adragonthatwrites]

Hello, happy Bingliu Week part 2! Here's day 6 a bit early, since it was already done (the final two works are still very much in progress, but I hope to have them ready by the end of the week)

Be warned; this one very much nsfw! Featuring some bottom Binghe for ya'll!

[truly-morgan]

[Kinktober 2021: Breeding (18+)]

MoShang | Scum Villain Self-Saving system 08-10-2021

Day 8: [Breeding] / B̷o̷d̷y̷ ̷M̷o̷d̷i̷f̷i̷c̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷ / S̷e̷n̷s̷o̷r̷y̷ ̷D̷e̷p̷r̷i̷v̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷

Shang Qinghua stumbles on a wife plot who temporarily changes his body to make him able to have children. They end up taking good advantage of that curse.

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Shang Qinghua had lost count of how many times he had gone to his cucumber bro for some help with the plot he forgot about himself. The man was truly a walking encyclopaedia. It was often not too bad, but then there were days like today, when he was feeling hot all over and his lower region was feeling really strange. He had somewhat guessed it would be a wife plot:

anything to make the wife fuck with Luo Binghe was a wife plot. But of course, now they were stuck with those because the novel story had totally changed.

"I was following my king on a hunt when I saw those nice flowers, So I got closer, wondering if I could remember what they were, I assumed it was safe since I didn’t remember a flower looking like that being poisonous, but then when I tried touching it, I pricked myself on a spike I didn’t see” sqh had been explaining, laying down on a cushion as sqq drank some tea. “I didn’t feel anything at the moment, but then yesterday I started feeling weird all over the place and didn’t want to worry my King about it since he already has so much work to do”.

Sqq wanted to sigh at some of the detail not being useful. “I cannot really help if I do not know what that flower looks like” he points out.

“The petal was similar to those of a lily, but there was easily more than a dozen of them, there were a dark blue with blue-white-ish dotes going up the middle of the petals.

The stamens were rather long and pale and the thingy on top was kinda shaped like a heart now that I thinks of it”.

“Did it have a lot of leaf at the bottom which hides most of the spikes?” sqq asked, only for sqh to nod. His fellow transmigrator sighed heavily, “You fell into a wife plot again, you created that flower for wife #539 who was unable to get pregnant and so she tried using that flower to be able to have a child” sqq mentioned.

“But I should be safe right?” sqh asked, not remembering that. 

“You wrote that it was so great that even man could get pregnant when under its effect, which by the way last easily for a week”.

And this is how he now was in his room (which had been a while since the last time, he kind of unofficially moved into Mobei-jun room), robes loose around him as he was trying to relieve himself from the heat.

What should he do now? He couldn't exactly hide from his King for /minimum/of a week. He didn't want to look like some of these demons that had done it on purpose in the past to try and lure mbj and somewhat trap him with a child (and he knew it could happen because he wrote a couple of plots like this!).

Plus he never heard anything that could tell him mbj was actually interested in having children. Sure he would most likely need an heir one day, but as of now mbj never showed any interest.

Sqh was truly unsure of what he should do now, other than try and relieve himself from the heat and arousal that came with his situation. Plus he could discover just how exactly this curse was affecting him as it did create physical changes he didn't notice before.

His king should be busy all day so he should be able to figure something out before he came back to their shared room to see he was not there.

But as he was thinking this he was surprised by the sound of a portal opening next to his bed, mbj stepping out. Sqh took a moment to react properly, pulling the blanket around him to hide his near-nudity and in just what kind of state he truly was.

“M-my King! What brings you here? I thought you would be busy all day” he called out, blushing even more than he already was before.

“a servant told me you looked unwell” he answered as he walked closer to the bed, clearly sniffing at the air. “and told me you smell strangely very sweet".

Sqh wasn't sure what to think of that. Had he added such a thing? For demons to be able to smell when another was ready to conceive? He then saw his pupils dilate, as if mbj had finally understood, looking a bit shocked, suddenly grabbing the blanket. He wasn't quick enough to pull it back, instead feeling himself being pulled closer to mbj.

He didn't really resist at the hands pulling his legs apart, the demon confirming for himself as sqh was hiding in his hand.

His slightly altered anatomy was now on full display for mbj who looked very interested. “this servant is sorry for the inconvenient” sqh managed to say, nearly letting out a squeak as he felt his finger tease against his already wet pussy.

“I-I am sorry for the inconvenience I will try to find a way to deal with this!” sqh quickly said, unsure if mbj would think this was troublesome to deal with.

“Sect Leader Shen said it would easily take at least a week to die down and I do not want to be a burden for my King so I decided to come here t-”.

The peak lord’s rambling was cut off by passionate lips meeting his, feeling himself being pushed down into the mattress, mbj climbing over him as robes were being undone. It took a moment to realise mbj was actually making a move /while he just learned/ he could get pregnant.

“Wait wait, my King, right now might not be the right time” he tried to say. Wondering where this sudden burst of arousal in his husband came from. Was it contagious?

The kissing and sucking on his neck stopped as the demon looked back at him. “Is sqh against the idea of having a child?” mbj asked, studying his reaction greatly.

To this sqh wasn’t sure what to say. He had obviously never expected to be asked, especially not since neither of them was supposed to be able to bear a child. Sqh never thought about having any in his life, but he wasn’t against the idea.

“W-well no” he started, looking a bit to the side, “I simply thought my King was not interested in having any since he never talked about it before and ignore anyone who inquired about your plan to have an heir” he explained.

“I didn’t want children with anyone else than sqh” mbj replied, making the man blush at that declaration. He had not expected the reason to be because mbj wanted this kid to be theirs, not from someone else. It had probably been ruled out since neither of them was supposed to be able to do that.

A hand was gently rubbing his tights before he was pulled closer to, mbj settling between his legs, cock already hard and now resting against him. He moved his hips a bit, causing something sqh to feel rather new things.

“But if sqh is against bearing our child I will understand, “ mbj said.

Maybe it was because of the effect of the flower, but the way he was talking about /their/ child made something in him warm. He wasn't against that, it was actually reassuring in a way, mbj wouldn't need to find someone else for an heir.

“Yes I want to!” he says. Sure, it’s scary to think that he’ll have a growing being in him and is also unsure what will happen once he gives birth (if nothing goes badly...).

Sqh was waiting for mbj to get to it immediately but instead felt fingers entering where he had already been fingering himself. He may have never led with a lady before, but he was pretty sure that he would be alright, yet there wasn’t really much to convince mbj of that. Maybe telling him he needed it usually was the reason.

But the moment mbj deemed him ready enough there was probably nothing to stop him. He was fucking into his husband, still making sure he seemed alright, but never really stopping since it seemed all right.

Sqh was rather surprised by the rather different feeling of that pussy, moaning even more when mbj decided to see what teasing his cock would do.

After one round sqh was already a bit tired, especially since he had been pleasuring himself for a while before. Yet mbj was not done, large hands still on his hips, cock never leaving its warm embrace as he went back to being hard.

Sure, he was now used to Demon apparently having endless stamina in bed, but it was probably some of the first time that mbj could get back at it so quickly. Maybe the effect of the flower was wearing off on his husband too.

Sqh felt like they would pass the whole evening and night at it, mbj clearly set on breeding him until he was sure he would get pregnant. Good thing mbj had energy for two people since at some point sqh became tired and unable to do much himself.

It had started with him laying on his back, like this he could get all the kisses he wanted, then he tried riding his husband to not have him do all the work, enjoying the way mbj would look at him bounce up and down to milk him.

Then he ended up being flipped over so he was laying face down and ass up for better access, mbj more than happy to keep fucking into him like this. They had one important mission and he would take it seriously.

It was fun and all riding and having sex with his King with this new pussy, but he was but a mere human, nothing that could compare to mbj stamina. At some point he was happy to simply let mbj fuck his semen into him, his brain already feeling mushy from all the pleasure and orgasm he just had. He was pretty sure he had never been fuck this much before.

He ended up so full he was pretty sure no more could fit into him, even feeling some of the cum dripping out of him when mbj finally came out of him, laying down beside him and hugging him close.  “My King is doing a great job” sqh laughed slightly, feeling exhausted.

He felt mbj humming against the top of his head. “We need to do more to make sure it works”. 

Sqh was already exhausted at the idea but smiled softly at that. He wouldn’t mind being exhausted now if it meant having a child with mbj.

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(well this was like really 30% smut isdjvudb guess I can only write p0rn with plot)

Original - AO3

[soulshen]

Oh, the mwah of it all

—a collection of weekly uploads of small bingqiu oneshots based on word prompts for Valentine's and the month of love because I love bingqiu too much to not write about them being idiots in love.  

Ch. 1, Feb 1  - sticky

Ch. 2, Feb 6 - kiss

Ch. 3, Feb 14 - husband + red

Ch. 4, Feb 20 -  I love you + drunk

Ch. 5, Feb 26 - soulmates

[ᰔ]↳ pairing; Luo Binghe/Shen Qingqiu

↳ a/n; omg I finally finished this lmao. I posted this on ao3 before I did here, so happy!! Now I just need to get the rest all done and dealt with, ahsbhjebf. Either way, hope you all like a sticky lbh oneshot with a closeted, equally sticky Shen Qingqiu!

[ᰔ]↳ CW: riding, crying during sex, hickeys, marks, overstimulation, slight voyeurism, possessiveness, jealousy, sexual tension-ish, no plot lol, top lbh, bottom sqq, body worship

[ᰔ]↳ tags; @sleepyymc

Luo Binghe has always stuck like glue to Shen Qingqiu’s side. 

It wasn’t even this bad when he was a disciple, merely bumping into him during practice (which he now knows are all false mistakes), and occasionally hugging him when Shen Qingqiu allowed it. But nothing more. 

At the start of their marriage, his stickiness had become evident. Shen Qingqiu had thought that it was going to go away after a few months or years after their marriage, but he was proven wrong as the weeks and months passed. 

With each second they spent together, and the more he loosened up, Luo Binghe was only growing ever more insatiably sticky!

With every chance he could get his grabby hands on, he never hesitated to attach himself to Shen Qingqiu via back hugs, resting his head atop Shen Qingqiu’s lap, holding his hand, and even making him sit on his lap as they eat, spoon feeding a red-faced Peak Lord with such joy and satisfaction in his face that it’d just make Shen Qingqiu feel outright cruel if he didn’t indulge him. 

Either way, he’s getting fed well in a comfortable spot, with the most powerful and handsome man in the world — ever — there to do all the work for him. What reason is there for him not to like it? 

The stickiness continued throughout the whole day. Every single day . Luo Binghe wouldn’t leave the bed in the morning without a kiss from his beloved, tears always threatening to pour out if Shen Qingqiu hesitated for too long or turns away, and it’s such a pitiful sight that he really can’t be blamed if he gives in anyway, completely ignoring the way the soft lips pressed against his shift into a smug smile. 

At night, Luo Binghe couldn’t even sleep unless he got a kiss and they were wholly tangled together, nuzzling into him as if he were the luckiest person alive and, knowing Luo Binghe, that probably isn’t too far off the mark. 

Even when Shen Qingqiu was asleep, he couldn’t catch a break away from this man-baby of a demon! It hadn’t been this often in the past, but as Shen Qingqiu grew more comfortable in their relationship, he let Luo Binghe get away with popping into his dreams more than once a week. 

Twice a week turned into three times a week, gradually altering to four times and then to how it is now, which is quite literally every night. 

Binghe-ah, dear, is there a need for that when they’re already glued hip-to-hip together 24/7 in the physical world already!? 

As soon as he opened his eyes in his dreams, there was always an armful of Luo Binghe on him, beaming up at him even as Shen Qingqiu whacked him with his fan, apologizing unapologetically like — like a brat! 

Luo Binghe wouldn’t leave the bed without a kiss from his beloved, tears always threatening to pour out if Shen Qingqiu said nothing for too long or turned away with a red face, and it’s such a pitiful sight that he really can’t be blamed if he gives in anyway, completely ignoring the way the soft lips pressed to his shift into a smug smile. 

Other times, it’s different. More intense. 

"Shizun, Shizun,” Luo Binghe would groan lowly into their kisses during sex, licking and biting and sucking wherever he could with his mouth like he was a starved man who couldn’t get enough of the meal laid out before him, almost like he’d die if his lips strayed away a moment too long. 

The title made Shen Qingqiu’s chest burn with embarrassment, but he was quickly distracted as dirty confessions and remarks were whispered into his red-tinged ears, making his stomach churn and contract with hot arousal. Shameless.

He wanted to bury his face into the pillow from the sheer embarrassment of it all, but the hot spike of arousal he felt thrumming through his veins at every word was an undeniable force he didn’t try to fight against. 

Damn Luo Binghe and his sexy ass voice!!! He cried internally. Where did you even learn how to say all these nasty things?! 

It was overstimulating; the deep pressure was presently there inside him, still desperate in their rhythm and making him throb for something more despite how sensitive he already was, with Binghe caging him possessively underneath his broad, toned frame, the intensity in that hot crimson gaze whenever they made eye contact — it sent him over the edge. He’d never get used to such a sight, to such an experience, he’s sure, and he knows he’s right. 

Whenever Shen Qingqiu rode his husband on a lucky day, Luo Binghe would always crush their fronts together like he wanted to fuse them into a whole, wrapping an arm around his waist and mouthing at his swollen lips with more technique than he originally had at the start of any of this, free hand splayed possessively over his back. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t understand the point of this; he wasn’t going to ever leave or choose anyone else even if he was forced to.

Of course, he never says anything of the sort, but he hopes Binghe gets the message. 

Sometimes, Luo Binghe got too consumed in his lust and went back to his old ways, using way too much teeth and tongue, but Shen Qingqiu finds that he doesn't quite all that much. Not as much as he did before. It's not like he could pay full attention to it when he's too busy getting his ass railed to the heavens, dirty praises constantly getting whispered into his ears. All his senses of touch, sound, taste, and the likes made him clutch onto Luo Binghe's back tighter, scratching till skin tore and bled. 

Hands larger than his endlessly caressed and mapped out his whole body, as if he were the world in Luo Binghe’s hands. Shen Qingqiu’s waist fit perfectly in Luo Binghe’s hands, strands of loose hair that stuck to his sweaty forehead would be carefully brushed away, Luo Binghe's hands would reverently, and desperately run over his thighs, worshipful and full of so much emotion even in the heat of lust — it drove him utterly mad. 

Oh, and of course throughout all this, Binghe is crying the most! Who's the one taking one for the team here?! How Shen Qingqiu wants to kiss those tears away every time, and he does so without fail. 

His hips would be lovingly bruised come the next morning, his neck and collarbone area absolutely scattered with marks, all from one person. Once Shen Qingqiu got most of his ability to think straight back, he’d huff and scold Binghe, complaining that he’ll have to go and buy more high-collared robes because the last one he had was ripped to pieces the previous night by a little eager someone . 

Luo Binghe merely followed him out the bed and hugged him from behind as Shen Qingqiu inspected the damage through the mirror, a pleased smile forming on his stupidly perfect lips as he did a once-over of his artwork. 

“Apologies, Shizun, this one can’t help it,” The sly bastard had mumbled into his skin unapologetically, voice hoarse and content. “Shizun was so irresistible last night, I couldn’t help it. I’ll buy you as many sets of robes as you’d like later, don’t get mad,” 

“I’m not mad…” Shen Qingqiu mumbled, skin tingling as Luo Binghe softly kissed the side of his cheek, smiling. Oh, he’s a weak, weak man. 

In public, Luo Binghe would keep his hands to himself when necessary, understanding that both of them had a reputation to maintain even if he couldn’t care less about his image — Shen Qingqiu did, and that was enough! This was all true and going in order unless Luo Binghe got even slightly jealous, to which Shen Qingqiu would let him do whatever all while assuring him that there truly was nothing to worry about. Who else besides you would find this old man attractive, huhh? Don't worry too much, what do you mean that's not true? I don't know the true extent of my own beauty? Oh, Binghe! You're so funny! Hush, hush now, we both know the real true beauty here is you. Let's just finish hunting down these low IQ ghosts and then go home because I'm seriously craving your dumplings again! 

They held hands, brushed their hands against each other, sneaked kisses when no one was looking, and Shen Qingqiu let Luo Binghe cling onto him when they rode their swords together, even if it was unnecessary. 

Luo Binghe had his sword and could even slash open a portal for them if he ever so desired to, but when Shen Qingqiu asked, he teared up at the speed of light like no other and spoke with such utter devastation, “ But I won’t be able to be close to Shizun for long enough… ”. 

Ah . He didn’t bother to respond after that, truly puzzled but not doing anything to push Binghe off when he latched onto him once again. Shen Qingqiu seriously wonders just where he got such max levels of stickiness from, acting like a lovestruck maiden all the time.

Aren’t you supposed to be a fearsome demonic emperor?  A harem master taking hold of wives in the three digits!! ! He wanted to laugh hysterically, mostly out of bemusement, because holy shit. How the hell have they reached this point? 

Shang Qinghua sneezed in the quiet of his office right then, wondering why he suddenly has goosebumps creeping up his skin. 

When Shen Qingqiu was feeling especially comfortable in public, Shen Qingqiu let Luo Binghe take the liberty of openly embracing him or clutching onto his arm, leaning into it without a second thought. To them, it wasn’t too obvious, but everyone around them who fell victim to such sights couldn’t help but feel as though they aged decades more — God damn couples!

Whenever Luo Binghe joined in on the sect meetings, he’d pick the seat right beside his husband and not-so-subtly scoot as close as he could to him until their chairs touched, seeking his hand under the table or instead choosing to wrap his arm around Shen Qingqiu’s waist, rubbing soothingly and innocently blinking up at him whenever Shen Qingqiu gave him a look. 

Sometimes he’d rest his hand atop a thigh, just resting it and nothing more. Sometimes, and only sometimes , he’d try to sneak his hand into his robes and Shen Qingqiu’s focus during the meeting would drift off somewhere they shouldn’t be, fighting to keep the blood from rushing to his face and trying in all his power to keep his expression straight. Why he didn't just smack the hand away? Ah, don't ask him, he has no valid answer to that.

More than once, another person in the room would take notice of his cracking expression and check on him, ask him if he were alright, do you need something, yada, yada — Leave this master alone!!! You’re making this worse for me, Shidi, Shimei! 

The thought of being caught in this full room, it wasn't proper, it was disgusting and made him feel like he lost ten layers of face, but there was something else there. Something he thinks he'd have a heart attack of embarrassment from if he were to ever speak on it. 

He’d have to quickly excuse himself from the meeting after some time, unable to go through all the matters without the heat to his skin going away.  Of course, Luo Binghe would follow him out not too long after, endlessly smug like a cat  He’d trail after him into his room and chuckle, apologizing when Shen Qingqiu admonished him like a child for being so shameless, before kissing him silly.  

Luo Binghe knew how to shut him up; all the complaints that were about to be spouted out instantly died in his throat just like that, sated all at once. As he reciprocated it, his limbs began to reach that familiar gooey state whenever they were close like this. 

Luo Binghe hummed, pleased. The way their lips glided against each other was perfect, not at all gnawing like their first few kisses had been at the start — although Shen Qingqiu didn’t quite mind that all too much either, Luo Binghe had worked hard these past few months improving his kissing skills, and now he can get his title back for the best kisser, as fit for his role in the novel! He’s so proud! 

The countless pings of satisfaction points skyrocketed near his ear, but he tuned it out. Shut up, you're ruining the moment. 

Perhaps he may be worse off than his own husband, to be letting every sticky action he does slide like that, and even enjoying it himself. It does always feel nice to be hugged all the time, Luo Binghe is a walking furnace, keeping Shen Qingqiu’s often cold body warm — warming up his heart. His hands are also comforting, always holding him close and rubbing gentle circles over his naked back before they slept.  There was another thing to note; whenever Luo Binghe had to reluctantly leave to deal with duties in the demonic realm, Shen Qingqiu would be fine for a few days or so before he began feeling like a widowed housewife. He’d be less expressive with others, his stomach would grumble and ache for heavenly meals hand-made by his husband’s godly hands, and he’d miss waking up to an overly energetic Luo Binghe holding himself above him, beaming and smooching everywhere he could reach. 

Shen Qingqiu put his cup of tea down and laughed. 

He waved an elegant hand, dismissing himself as he smiled at seemingly his own words, “Oh, God, no way. Binghe is the true clingy one between the two of us, of course. I think he’s rubbing off on me.” 

Shang Qinghua stared at him with wide eyes across the table from him, holding a small pouch full of melon seeds he got from who knows where. His eyebrows cluster together in an am-I-really-hearing-you-say-that-right-now kind of expression, to Shen Qingqiu’s utter confusion. What? 

“Cucumber-bro, while your relationship with your Bing-er truly terrifies and amazes me all at once,” Shen Qingqiu narrowed his eyes but that didn’t stop him, “I genuinely believe that you lack some brain cells — ironic, I know right? — but, like, seriously, how much more are you going to deny this till you accept it? I’m going to have a stroke just listening to you!” 

Shen Qingqiu languidly fanned himself, looking elsewhere and feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t deny anything, I’m just stating the truth.”

Shang Qingqiu dropped his pouch full of melon seeds in favor of grabbing at his ruffled brown hair, yanking frustratedly and shutting his eyes. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re both the same! You’re just as insane as my son, but like different — I don’t know!  I can’t do this while sober, give me a moment.” He pops open a bottle to pour himself some liquor that Shen Qingqiu is sure wasn’t there in the first place, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He has other things to consider now.

“Yeah, okay, I’m just as insane as Binghe, sure, sure.” He scoffs, lazily fanning himself. But he doesn’t lie when he says it. Shang Qinghua probably isn’t wrong, and he doesn’t mind it. He just likes seeing the hack of an author get frustrated with him sometimes. 

When they both finish their monthly hang-out session and he leaves An Ding Peak later that evening, it’s already dark outside and his cheeks are slightly flushed from drinking a bit much. It’s awfully quiet once he gets back to his peak, his disciples must be getting ready for bed by now—just how much time has he spent away today? 

He flew on his sword as a way to cool himself down, hoping the chilly wind could keep his plastered state at bay, or at least make his flush less noticeable. He almost yelps when he stops at his destination and misses a step off, alarms blaring in his head. Shit, shit , he shouldn’t have drank so much!

A shadow he doesn’t notice flashes from in front of him, and before he can even begin to stumble in such an undignified manner, there’s a familiar strong set of arms holding him up by the waist and shoulder, firm yet gentle as they help him gain balance. 

Shen Qingqiu’s world is swaying for a good few seconds, a headache starting to form from the quickness sequence of events. He doesn’t say anything, but when he realizes just who it is with him, the flush from his cheeks which he thought were nearly gone comes back in full blast to haunt him.

Of course, Luo Binghe is outside waiting for him! He just had to be there to witness the peerless Shen Qingqiu make such a baby mistake, all drunk and messy — embarrassing! Couldn’t he have stayed inside a little longer??? 

“Shizun, are you okay?” Luo Binghe quickly asks after giving Shen Qingqiu some time to recover, cupping a hot cheek with one hand and using his free hand to brush aside all the stuck-out strands of his hair that had gone rampant while flying. There’s a faint redness in his eyes, like he had been holding back the urge to cry. 

His perfect brows are pinched with worry, the touch against his skin tender with such utter care and love — Shen Qingqiu’s heart leaps against his ribcage. Always so sticky, always there for him. His earlier embarrassment sizzles away into nothingness when facing Luo Binghe’s undeniable love for him.

Perhaps it’s due to the liquor still brimming in his system that emboldens him, but he puts his hand over the one on his cheek, closing his eyes and nuzzling into it. He sighs with a shiver, just taking the memory in. There’s a sharp intake of breath from Luo Binghe, but it only makes him smile softly. He kisses the scar that simply refuses to heal, the guilt he’s tried so hard to lock away resurfacing just slightly.

“How long have you been waiting here for me?” He finally whispers, still not opening his eyes. 

Luo Binghe doesn’t immediately answer him, choosing to instead take his time threading his fingers through his hair before they found their way to his waist, thumb comfortingly stroking his sides. 

“This husband of yours had gone outside to wait for you once the sun began to set.” Subtly, he pushes Shen Qingqiu closer to him till their lower halves touched intimately, seemingly only for the reason that he wanted to b as close as possible to him and nothing more than that. “Shizun kept this one waiting.” 

There was a pout in his voice. Shen Qingqiu cracked one eye open, holding back the urge to snort. Always seeking attention, always wanting more. He loves him. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I drank too much,” He didn’t even bother with the formal speech, feeling far too lax and loose right now after a long night. “You know I’ll always come back.” 

“If Shizun never came back,” Luo Binghe’s eyes flashed dangerously, “I would kill everyone and everything and then myself—” 

Shen Qingqiu interrupted him with a chaste kiss, quickly letting go and chuckling when Luo Binghe’s carefully blank expression switched into one of pleasant surprise, the red eyes sparkling and damn near turning heart-shaped, skin blossoming into a lovely shade of pink. Those lips he'd just touched parted ever so slightly, almost tempting him to do it again. He usually never initiates much action, but whenever he does, the end result is always worth his efforts. So handsome, so beautiful, so perfect, maybe a little blackened, but it was okay. 

“Alright, enough with that, hm? Let’s go inside now, it’s too late and cold to be out.” He patted Luo Binghe’s cheek before tugging himself out of his loosened grasp, rushing inside before Luo Binghe can catch up to him. 

“Sh–Shizun! Wait!” Luo Binghe yelled after him, sounding all too desperate to have him back in his arms again. Too bad, he’ll have to wait until he finishes eating and bathing — oh, but he does hope Luo Binghe finds a way to spoon feed him again, or even join him in his dreams. Those are always so nice. 

Tomorrow morning, he's going to regret saying and doing a lot of things out of pure embarrassment. But that didn't matter. This is alright. More than alright.

[Satisfaction Points +500!]

[Coolness Points +500!]

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

i have… ideas for bottom binghe week

will i be able to write them all? almost certainly not. but hopefully i’ll be able to finish one or two

[bottombingheweek]

This year's Bottom Binghe Week will take place from December 1-10, 2024!

Bottom Binghe Week is a multiship prompt event celebrating any and all bottom and/or sub Luo Binghe content. We also host mini-events periodically- look out for one coming up very soon!

Other places you can find us:

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[ID: a graphic on a pink background that reads "Bottom Binghe Week 2024" in a marker-like font along the left side. On the right side, the dates, "December 1-10, 2024", are listed. Along the bottom of the graphic is digital art of two hands tied at the wrists with red rope, with the rope extending into a stylized heart at the left side of the screen. Underneath, text reads "Prompts coming soon…." End ID.]

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SVSSS: Bottom Binghe Summer Bingo

Posted by: lavenderandrue Bottom Binghe Week is a multiship prompt event celebrating any and all bottom and/or sub Luo Binghe content, which will take place from December 1-10 this year. We also run mini-events throughout the year, and this time we're doing a super low-effort bingo! There's one card for everyone, and you can get a bingo by creating fics, art, moodboards, memes, or even by commenting on fics or art. We encourage rules-lawyering and taking the broadest, silliest possible interpretation of the prompts- the idea is to have fun engaging with the community and get a little prize! Additional rules, as well as a plain bingo card and plain text prompts, can be found at any of the links below. Claim your bingo by September 2nd by commenting on the DW post, replying/quoting our posts on socials, or sending us a DM! Works created for the event can be posted to the AO3 collection, but don't have to be; you can also use #bottombingheweek24 on socials. Dreamwidth | Twitter | Tumblr | Bsky | AO3 Collection comments via The Fandom Calendar https://ift.tt/U5yNBi8

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Summary:

Binghe presents as a Alpha just before Shen Qingqiu casts him into the Abyss. He crawls his way out an omega and declares he belongs to Shizun and will die if Shen Qingqiu doesn't fuck him.

“Longer if you claim me first, Shizun,” Binghe says as he sits up. He arranges Shen Qingqiu’s arms back around his neck to his liking. He tilts his head to the side and offers his neck. “Bite me and I will last a week.” “You could be lying,” Shen Qingqiu says, without believing it. “Binghe is well now.” “Alpha is jealous,” Binghe says, pleased. “You begrudge what your Binghe had to do to survive without you?”