#fu hua smut

[strwbmei]

ill def be here to be known as your resident fu hua whore anyways, i know you answered my last ask about soft!dome fu hua but Azure Empyrea is nooot a soft dom. She's *merciless*. one hand fingering you while she's working on scrolls, so focused on work and uncaring about how many times you cum on her hand. of course she won't leave you abandoned, she cares so much about you. so when she's done she'll kiss you, give praise and reward us by dicking us down. Honkai can wait, besides it'll be safer if her beloved is in bed, resting and too weak to even walk.

never sent a full thirst before heh sorry if it's not good- also can i be tagged in sub!reader?

Fu Hua my wife...

I love how everyone (at least everyone I've met) in the HI3 community agrees that Azure Empyrea is a top.

She's not exactly rough, but she's so sharp and cruel with her movements— brutal, almost. You know that she doesn't want to hurt you; that despite Fu Hua's tough exterior, she's the softest and most caring person you've met. Still, it's precisely because of that cold facade she's put up around herself that she doesn't know anything about sex. She's like a child getting a brand new toy, experimenting with how much it can take before breaking. And that's if Fu Hua has her full attention on you, when she's still being nice and considerate.

Most of the time, she'll have you sit on her lap as she does whatever important things she has to do while mindlessly thrusting her fingers in and out of your cunt. Making you feel good is just a bonus— the main reason Fu Hua does it is simply because it helps her focus more. She's so focused, she doesn't pay attention to your whimpers and moans as you shake from orgasm after orgasm. She doesn't even hear you whining and begging that "it's too much." She only continues fingering you at the same consistent pace; movements not even faltering when you make a mess all over her fingers. The most attention you'll get from Fu Hua is when you're being too noisy, which she quickly solves by shoving her fingers into your mouth and having you taste yourself on them until you settle down.

When Fu Hua finishes whatever she was doing, she can't help but feel a slight tinge of guilt and arousal seeing you all numb and fucked out with cum dripping down your thighs. She'll make sure to get you whatever you want; whether it's a cup of coffee, or her dick inside of you.

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[littlemisssatanist]

doting

fu hua x female reader

my darling xiuying...

details

teacher-student relationship / age gap / oral sex / reader is afab / y'all i'm not dead / 580 words

Nobody was doted on by Jingwei-dárén like you were. She liked you far much more than others, that was clear. You would sit on her lap for hours, talking about anything and everything that came to mind. Her arms would be wrapped around you, hands fidgeting with various trinkets attached to your outfit. Her chin resting on your shoulder as she watched you avidly, not interrupting you unless you paused for breath.

Fu Hua is almost curious about your actions. She has lived for far longer than you, and even though she had been born a human, she had long since forgotten how they truly act. She finds your tangents fascinating-- she had shied away from the more extroverted girls in her class because of their large personalities, but something about you drew her closer.

Hours would pass, and the sky would grow dark. By now, you would have settled even more comfortably against her, bodies completely melted against each other. Fu Hua's hands would brush down your body, cupping your breasts as gently as possible. Her fingers would flick at your nipples through the fabric of your hanfu, smile growing at the sound of your whimpers.

You would try to be quiet-- there were other people living in the house, after all. Jingwei-dárén would huff a laugh, a soft breath against your cheek. Her hand traveled further downwards, reaching towards the apex of your thighs. 

The fabrics of your hanfu would inevitably get in the way, and Fu Hua would take a few careful minutes to take it off, leaving you only in your light-pink dudou. One of her hands would slip underneath it, coming back to your breasts, and the other would quickly make her way back to your cunt.

She would push a single finger through your folds, relishing the soft gasp you let out at the sensation. Qīn'ài de, Fu Hua whispered sweet nothings into your ear as your moans grew louder by the minute. Your body tensed as the string inside you grew taut, as she slipped more and more fingers inside you.

Her lips would meet yours; they were sweet and sour like the bīngtáng húlu she preferred to feed you, sneaking her own little bites in between yours. Her tongue would slip through, and you would shift on her lap to get into a more comfortable position. As you move, her fingers would dig deeper into your cunt, reaching a small spot that makes you groan into her mouth.

Jingwei-dárén would chuckle. Her free hand would come up to tweak your sensitive nipple before she would pull away, a thin strand of saliva still connecting the two of you. She would break it, her fingers sliding out of your cunt like a knife sliding through butter, slick with the fluids of your arousal. 

The two of you would switch positions-- you would sit in her chair, and she would kneel in between your legs. Her eyes would dart up to meet yours, a mischievous smile on her face as she moved closer to your wet pussy.

Your head would roll back, the familiar dull ache in your stomach as Fu Hua's tongue would press against your folds, slipping inside and out. Catching onto your clit as your hand darts out to nestle in her silver hair. She would moan as you push her further into you, the sound sending vibrations through your body.

Yes, nobody was doted on by Jingwei-dárén quite like you.

[strwbmei1]

OMG ANOTHER FU HUA LOVER😍😍😍😍😍

anyway, fu hua submissive and breedable (real)

Fu hua that has a dick and makes you ride her but she cant help but get sensitive and get all red once reader is sitting comfortably on her lap.

BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I WANNA RIDE HER IN MANY WAYS, SHE DONT NEED TO DO ANYTHING IMA DO ALL THE WORK

Just lemme ride you fu hua😩🤭😘

this. this is so real.

Fu Hua who can't hold back her whimpers and moans as you drag your cunt up and down her cock, tilting her head back as she mumbles how good it feels :((

The first time you lower your hips, she's already trying not to cum. Of course— Fu Hua wants to make sure you feel good too; so she'll try her best to thrust her hips to meet your pace. She probably wouldn't let you do all the work unless you tie her up

Fu Hua lets out a blissful moan as you lower yourself down on her cock; her breathing heavy as she closes her eyes shut.

She can already feel herself close to release, whimpering when you shift a bit. "You okay, Fu Hua?" As your words break her trance, her azure eyes look up to meet yours.

She nods, sighing shakily as you start to move. You just felt so fucking good wrapped around her; so tight. "Just let me take care of you, Fu Hua." You coo into her ear.

With the way her name rolled off your tongue, she wasn't sure if she could hold herself back for long.

[hutaoscoffinn]

FRIENDS TO FUCKERS

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, lesbian sex, afab! Reader (reader has a vagina), oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, friends to lovers implied, implied several rounds, implied overstimulation

Character: Fu Hua

Word Count: 1,170

Requests: CLOSED

Fu Hua has been one of your closest friends ever since your early high school years. She is always someone you can turn to for all types of matters. Well… almost all types.

Unfortunately, while Fu Hua is well versed in all types of academics like chemistry, mathematics, biology, language, and even non academic conflicts you might find yourself struggling with, she is horrible at handling situations that involve feelings. Especially her own.

All of your friends have said your attraction to Fu Hua was obvious. So obvious that all of you wondered how the hell your mutual friend could be so oblivious. It genuinely led you to believe that Fu Hua had no romantic interest in you. Every attempted confession you gave her, telling her how much you like her while your cheeks warmed and blood rushed to your head, she always responded with a simple, “Oh, I like you too— you are one of my closest friends after all.”

The friend zone had become something you were well acquainted with. I mean, she has been friend zoning you all this time right? No matter what Elysia and the others may have said, claiming that Fu Hua did not know that you meant romantic feelings and insisting that she does indeed like you back, their words fell on deaf ears.

Until now, that is.

“To think I missed out on this for years,” Fu Hua groans, her hands gripping your thighs as she holds them wide open, her tongue diving in between your folds as she greedily slurps up your juices. Your eyes roll back, back arching as Fu Hua sucks your clit into her mouth.

Her tongue is heavenly and the moans that leave her throat as she lavishes your slick pussy with attention are a siren’s song. Her grip on your thighs is bruising, leaving pretty red marks and bruises where she grips you tight. Those along with the hickeys she sucked along the journey to your begging pussy that are turning a pretty shade of lavender are flowering into a masterpiece of her design. Her nails left imprints on your shoulders from where she tugged you close and kissed your lips until they were rosy and swollen. Your chest is covered in bite marks and more of the red and purple flowers she gifted you trail from your neck down.

Fu Hua has made you a beautiful mess of her design. But, that is not to say that your lovely Hua is not a mess herself.

Her hair that is usually so neatly done is a mess as her bangs stick to her forehead and cheeks, the tips kissed by your juices as she messily devours all you have to offer her. Her cheeks and chin are slicked by you and her own lips are puffy and a pretty shade of scarlet from kissing down your body and sucking greedily at her prize. Her back is littered with red marks from your nails clawing down her porcelain skin as she kissed you senseless in multiple places.

“Fuck baby, you taste so fucking good,” Fu Hua pants out the words, catching her breath for a split second before dragging her tongue up your throbbing cunt. Her nails dig into the pillowy flesh of your thighs as she drags you closer to her mouth. Your thighs are pushed over her shoulders as she presses her face closer to your puffy pussy. She sucks your swollen clit into her mouth and suckles on the mound of flesh as her tongue teases the tip of it. The sensation has your thighs quivering, whiny moans escaping your throat as you drown in the addictive pleasure that Fu Hua is so kind to gift you.

You can feel her smirk against you as your own song reaches her ears. She releases your clit and peers up at you with an amused look in her eyes.

“C’mon baby, really sing for me,” she chuckles and winks at you before swirling her tongue around your clit.

“Oh god Hua,” you moan out her name, fingers tangling into her mess of steel hair as she noisily laps and sucks at your pussy. The vibrations against your sensitive folds as she chuckles against you cause your body to twitch.

Fu Hua can tell that you are close, so close to making a pretty mess just for her.

Two of her slender fingers slide into you and angle up to press against the exact spot that she knows will make you break for her. Your eyes roll back, moans getting louder and longer as Fu Hua practically makes out with your swollen clit as her fingers pump into your pussy rhythmically. Every push and prod of her tongue paired with her fingers is intense. Heat grows in your abdomen until it is almost unbearable. Your thighs shake and quiver to the point that Fu Hua has to adjust her hold on you in order to keep you from squirming out of her grip. She sucks harder, nipping at your clit as her fingers push faster and faster into you.

When you snap, you can hardly tell that you are cumming.

Your body tenses, a high pitched whine leaving your lips as the pleasure boils over. Everything feels mind numbing and too intense all at the same time. Your eyes roll back before squeezing shut, starbursts clouding your vision for what feels like only a few seconds.

When you have clarity from your blissful haze, you can feel Fu Hua’s lips and tongue on your thighs. Blindly, you reach for her and you can feel her weight shift on the bed before her lips press against yours.

You can taste yourself on her tongue. Tangy and acidic with a hint of sweetness that has you wanting more, wanting to taste her instead. After a few seconds, her lips pull away from your own and she kisses down your neck and under your jaw as you pant softly. Her kisses leave you breathless.

The skin on her sides is soft and you try to pull her closer.

“Hua.”

“Yes baby?” Her voice is smooth as she lifts her body away from you, her hands moving back down as she spreads your thighs apart. You had not even realized they closed.

“I…” you can feel heat crawl up the back of your neck to the tips of your ears as you struggle to find the right words to say, “I wanna taste you too,” you finally mumble after a heavy pause.

“Hmmm,” she hums in consideration and she feels her thighs squeeze together at the thought. But, she will be saving that desire for another day. She is not through with you quite yet. “Another time angel, I’m not done with you just yet.”

Her fingers press back into your throbbing pussy, and your eyes roll back as Fu Hua begins the second round, the start of several more that she is going to put your poor little pussy through.

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

[int3rst3ll3r]

"𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚗,"

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀- Spanking, Pet names: ‘Good girl’ ‘Bad girl’

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴- Possessive Hua Cheng & Possessive Xie Lian

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𝗕𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 the wife of the ghost king and a god was quite nice. You lived a life of luxury, always being spoiled with the nicest gifts and wonderful affection from both your husbands. There was never been a day when you had to worry of not being taken care of.

Both Xie Lian and Hua Cheng were extraordinary husbands. They loved and cherished you as if you were the most rarest thing on earth. They gave you all the love you thought you never deserved. They seem like perfect husbands, which they are, don’t get me wrong, but every good thing comes with a bad thing. What may that bad thing be? Well, they were extremely possessive.

This may be a shock to some people, especially with Xie Lian, not so much with Hua Cheng. I’ll let you in on a little secret, Xie Lian was the most possessive of the pair. He might not show it, but he definitely feels it. It even concerned Hua Cheng how possessive Xie Lian got with you, like Hua Cheng isn’t almost as possessive as Xie Lian is. Your husbands’ possessiveness does sometimes get the better of them, which leads to the scenario you’re facing at the moment.

Before I get into the current situation, let me inform you on the earlier events which lead to this one. It was a normal day, everything was smooth sailing. Ghost City was thriving, as it usually was. The streets were crowded with ghost, leaving almost no space for anyone to walk. The street vendors voices could be heard trying to draw the ghosts attention.

You were pushing passed ghost, trying to get out of the streets. You were holding a big basket of fruit that you manage to get a discount on. Of course, you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings and accidentally bumped into a ghost. You dropped the big basket of fruit, making it land onto the group. You looked up at the ghost, who was fairly good looking.

“Sorry,”

You spoke, your eyes never leaving the ghost’s jade ones. The ghost smiled slightly, replying to your apology.

“Oh no, miss, don’t be. Here let me help you,”

The ghost knelt down and started putting the fruit back into the basket. You also knelt down as well, hastily picking up the dropped fruit. Soon, all the fruit was picked up and you had a full fruit basket in your arms once again.

“thank you very much,” You smiled at the ghost.

“It’s not a problem, miss. I must say, you look extremely beautiful,”

The ghost flirted with you. You noticed his tactics in flirting with you easily. It was obvious, to you at least. You knew you should’ve said something about you being married, but you didn’t want to come off as rude. You smiled slightly and thanked him.

“Here, let me help you,”

The ghost offered, his hands going up to grab the basket. Before you could react, his hand grazed yours and held onto it. You gulped, hoping Hua Cheng didn’t send someone to keep an eye on you. You looked up at the ghost, a sweet smile still planted on your face. You could see a hint of lust in his eyes. The ghost smiled at you, dimples planted on either side of his cheek.

“What’s going on here?”

You froze upon hearing that voice. ‘Oh no’ you thought, ‘I’m fucked’. You could see the Ghost go pale, his hands moving away from yours. You already knew who was standing behind you, a not so happy Hua Cheng. You slowly turn around, meeting the eyes of your husband.

“Darling, who’s this?”

Hua cheng asked, his voice dark and possessive. You gulped, not knowing how to reply. The ghost behind you was in terror. A crowd gathered around the three of you, wanted to know what was happening.

“M-miss, i-is this your h-husband?”

The ghost shook and trembled, regretting he ever spoke to the wife of the ghost king. You didnt respond, only nodding, knowing any word you say will be used against you. Hua Cheng was staring daggers into the poor ghost’s eyes. You clutched onto the fruit basket, waiting for any words to be said.

“Scram,”

Hua Cheng commanded the ghost, not wanting to deal with him. The ghost was quick to run away, leaving you with your very angry husband. You knew Hua Cheng knew the ghost was flirting with you moments before, and you knew he was mad at you for not stopping the flirting.

Hua Cheng grabbed your wrist and dragged you along the streets of Ghost City.

“H-hua Cheng, please don’t tell Xie Lian about this,”

You pleaded with Hua Cheng knowing how Xie Lian will react to the whole situation. Hua Cheng’s grip on your wrist becane tighter, as if a warning for you to not say anything more. The walk back to Paradise manner was dreadful. All you could think of was how Xie Lian was going to react and the consequences to come.

Now, let’s get into your current predicament. You were in the privacy of you and your husbands’ shared bedroom. You were perched over Hua Cheng’s lap, you clothes disregarded on the floor of the bedroom. All that could be heard was the sound of Hua Cheng’s hand landing on your ass and your mewls.

“15!”

You cried, your hands tightly grabbing the robes of Xie Lian who sat beside Hua Cheng and you. His hand was stroking your hair.

“You knew the rules, and yet you still decided to let that ghost flirt with you,”

Xie Lian spoke to you in a disappointed manner. You whined as Hua Cheng’s hand hit you ass for the seventeenth time. You looked at Xie Lian with glossy eyes.

“17! ‘M so sorry!”

you tried to apologize, hoping both your husbands would let you off easy. Hua Cheng only chuckled and continued to spank you. As he continued to spank you, you continued to count, all the way until you got to thirty. During this time, Xie Lian made sure you knew what you had did wrong.

By now, your face was tear streaked. Hua Cheng sat you up on his lap, making you face him. His hand gripped you chin tightly, making you face him.

“Now, what do you say to Gege and me?”

“Sorry for being a bad girl,”

You whimpered, looking into Hua Cheng eyes. Xie Lian looked at you and added.

“And?”

“Thank you for taking the time to put me in my place,”

You feel the tension in the room ease. Hua Cheng smiled and kissed your forehead.

“You’re very welcome, Darling,”

[userwaddles]

"who got you smiling like that?"

i'm reading hualian smut bro, leave me alone

[yeonslayjun]

BRO GOT HARD!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!??! AHHHHHHHH

i mean it was kinda inevitable but still AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Oh Hua cheng was DEFINITELY hard too IJUST KNOW IT

[taking-a-cupcake]

idk abt u guys but i love insane women

[disastermages]

All The Best, All for You

[read it on ao3]

Xie Lian can’t help but shift from side to side in his seat, eyes scanning the room round and round hoping to see Hua Cheng rounding some corner or gliding out of some doorway, cool and collected as ever. He’d personally shown Xie Lian to this private table, his hand at the small of Xie Lian’s back as he ushered him through the busy and crowded restaurant. Xie Lian hadn’t felt out of place until Hua Cheng had left his side. 

Heads had turned to watch him walk with Hua Cheng, the expressions gobsmacked and the eyes wide. Xie Lian hadn’t noticed because he’d been focused on what Hua Cheng was telling him, his voice deep and quiet and only for Xie Lian’s ears, but now, Xie Lian can hear the soft whispers of the patrons, some of them murmuring over their own extravagant meals, others wondering who he was to deserve such treatment from their Chengzhu. 

“Gege,” Hua Cheng’s voice rings out, clear and indulgent, as he reappears from some hidden doorway. Anyone else would’ve buckled under the weight of the tray, but Hua Cheng carries it with one hand, refusing to let it wobble even once before he sets it down in front of Xie Lian. Dozens of small bowls and plates steam in front of him, their smells wrapping around Xie Lian like a lover’s hands as he marvels at each and every one of them. It doesn’t seem possible, Hua Cheng hadn’t been gone that long. “All my best recipes, just for you.”

Hua Cheng had cooked for Xie Lian before, but never here, never so many dishes at once, Xie Lian doesn’t know where to start. Instead, he looks up at Hua Cheng. “San Lang! Did you really make all of this yourself? I thought you weren’t in the kitchen today.” The dark red chef’s coat was nowhere to be seen, leaving Hua Cheng sitting across from Xie Lian in a dark suit with silver accents that couldn’t even be dulled by the low lighting of the private section, long legs crossed and his hand propping his chin up.

“I wouldn’t dream of letting anyone else cook for gege.” Hua Cheng says simply, plucking up a pair of chopsticks, but holding them out to Xie Lian. Their fingers brush as Xie Lian takes the chopsticks and Xie Lian can’t make himself pull back right away, not when he catches the way Hua Cheng is watching him, with a kind of smile that makes him feel as if he’s burning up from the inside out. 

Xie Lian can only look away when he remembers the food going cold in front of him. “Aren’t you going to eat too?” Hua Cheng had made no move to pick up a pair of chopsticks nor a spoon for himself. Looking over the food, Xie Lian can pick out simple dishes made extravagant along with extravagant dishes dragged up to the heavens by Hua Cheng’s own hands. With Hua Cheng’s eye still watching him, Xie Lian picks out something Hua Cheng has pressed into his hands before, in his own kitchen, his voice urging Xie Lian to eat. 

Now, as Hua Cheng shakes his head, his smile still in place, is no different, “Everything here is for gege, no one else. Eat as much as you like.” Xie Lian almost argues, but the growling of his stomach stops him. There’d been a time when his stomach had given up on growling, sullen in the knowledge that there wouldn’t be anything to fill it until Xie Lian either worked for it or found it on his own, but Hua Cheng has spoiled him rotten. Before that, Xie Lian could’ve had anything he craved, wanting for nothing. Nothing from Xie Lian’s memory tastes nearly as good as Hua Cheng’s cooking, though. His chopsticks scrape the bottom of the bowl before Xie Lian realizes he’s finished, heat creeping across his face.

Gently, Hua Cheng reaches over and plucks the bowl from Xie Lian’s grip with one hand, replacing it with something else with the other. Xie Lian dips his head just a little as he accepts the plate, eggplant fried to perfection singing across his tongue. “Is San Lang still having trouble finding a sous chef?” Xie Lian asks, remembering how he’d snuck into the alleyway behind the restaurant the other day on the off chance that he might find Hua Cheng. He had, but he hadn’t missed the murderous look in Hua Cheng’s eye before it landed on him and dissipated completely. Hua Cheng had insisted on folding his coat to make a cushion for the milk crate he offered to Xie Lian as a seat.

They’d sat like that for as long as they could, their knees touching, until Hua Cheng truly couldn’t avoid going back into the kitchen. Xie Lian had taken his leave before Hua Cheng could push food into his arms. 

“Is gege finally taking me up on the offer to come work here?” Hua Cheng raises a single eyebrow, his fingertips drumming against the table and Xie Lian doesn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. Working for Hua Cheng would pay more than odd jobs, scrap collecting, or dumpster diving combined, that much is certain, but Xie Lian still shakes his head.

“I’d drive away all your guests!” It’s an old argument, but a true one. Xie Lian cooks just like his mother did, the only one who could stomach it is Hua Cheng. “I wouldn’t get much done, either…” It’s another fact. He would try his best, but he would let himself get distracted by Hua Cheng too easily. It doesn’t matter how much Xie Lian would enjoy working with Hua Cheng, he would only make messes. 

Hua Cheng spares one disdainful glance behind himself into the main dining room before turning his attention back to Xie Lian. “I would have gege here even if all he did was sit where he is now and smile at me when I walk by.” This time, as his plate empties, Xie Lian is the one who stacks it underneath the bowl from earlier, heaving a sigh in the face of Hua Cheng’s grin. 

“Then you wouldn’t get anything done!” Xie Lian wishes he could pretend to be more frustrated with Hua Cheng, but as it stands, he’s more flustered than anything else. With nothing else in his grasp, Xie Lian bites the edge off of a dumpling and lets the soup flood his mouth before he blows into the hole. He scalds his mouth, but it’s worth it, and only gets better as Hua Cheng offers a smaller dish of chili oil, keeping it held in his palm rather than handing it over.

Chewing, Xie Lian watches as Hua Cheng twists the dish of chili oil back and forth in his grasp, the smile fading a little while he works something in his mind. 

“Gege,” Hua Cheng starts, but a crash from the main dining room and shouts from the kitchen stop him short, the both of them standing up. “Stay here and finish, go to my office when you’re done.” The order isn’t unkind, but Xie Lian can’t even begin to argue before Hua Cheng stands up and walks away, pulling at the tie against his throat. For a moment, all Xie Lian can do is stand and watch, unable to even sit as Hua Cheng doesn’t waver on which direction to go for even a second. 

Without Hua Cheng in front of him, Xie Lian’s cheeks are free to burn as bright and as red as they wish. He makes a point of savoring each bite, even if Hua Cheng isn’t here to watch him enjoy the food, no matter how unfair it feels. 

Xie Lian wants to shake himself at the thought. Just how spoiled has he really become? Hua Cheng must have better things to do than sit around chatting with him. He doesn’t even realize he’s failed to pick up anything with his chopsticks until his teeth sink into them and nothing else. If Hua Cheng had seen that, he would’ve laughed, Xie Lian knows that much without having to think about it. 

Hua Cheng hadn’t managed to reappear by the time Xie Lian had finished, though Xie Lian hadn’t expected him to, he still makes his way through the kitchen to Hua Cheng’s office, waving to the familiar faces of the kitchen staff as he walks through. He only stops when he catches sight of Hua Cheng, his back turned to Xie Lian, but his movements sure, even as flames lick at the bottom of the pan as he tosses the contents of it. He says something and the cook next to him goes running in the opposite direction before coming back with a collection of different things held in their arms. If he weren’t in the way, Xie Lian could stand there and watch Hua Cheng all night, never looking away, but Hua Cheng’s staff was already dodging and weaving around him.

Xie Lian forces himself to move into Hua Cheng’s office, out of the way and tucked onto the soft, black couch. Occasionally, he would find Yin Yu in here, on some errand for Hua Cheng or tying up some loose end for the restaurant, but tonight, Xie Lian is left alone and Hua Cheng’s office is too warm and smells too much like Hua Cheng. Something fluttery and even warmer rises up in Xie Lian as he settles against the couch, his hands between his knees. 

Eventually the dinner rush would have to end, it always did, and whether or not Hua Cheng made his way back here depended on how much needed taking care of, in the kitchen, out front, Hua Cheng did it all himself and an arrow of guilt wedges itself into Xie Lian’s heart as he stifles a yawn. He should have come up with some sort of excuse to stop intruding on Hua Cheng after he ate, he shouldn’t have even accepted Hua Cheng’s offer to come to the restaurant today. He just… He wanted to see Hua Cheng so badly. He wanted to hear Hua Cheng’s voice, even if that voice was laughing at him. Even if that voice was scolding him.

Gathering himself up onto the couch, Xie Lian lets his cheek rest against the back of it, the soft upholstery absorbing the warmth from one cheek. His arms are tight around his legs, his blunt nails digging into his own knees. It doesn’t feel fair how much time he gets to spend with Hua Cheng, how often he gets to come visit him. Hua Cheng never seems sick of him, either. Xie Lian doesn’t claim to understand it, heat gathering behind his eyes as he squeezes them shut. 

Hua Cheng was the first person he thought of whenever anything good happened. He was always the first person Xie Lian texted or called whenever he found a treasure among the scraps, whenever some little thing made him happy. Hua Cheng never responded with the canned indulgence everyone else seemed to hold for him. Hua Cheng laughed or teased him, but he was always so devastatingly sincere.

Blinking slowly, Xie Lian doesn’t realize he’s falling asleep until sometime later, when Hua Cheng’s cool hand on his cheek stirs him from his rest, Hua Cheng’s suit jacket already draped over his front. 

“San Lang?” Xie Lian calls softly, his voice slurred by sleep, the whole of him feeling too soft to move.

“This San Lang kept gege waiting too long,” Hua Cheng says, an apology in his tone and worry in his eye as he kneels in front of the couch, in front of Xie Lian. Careful not to step on Hua Cheng, Xie Lian puts his feet down slowly, only for Hua Cheng to place both hands on his knees. He should, but Xie Lian can’t bring himself to brush Hua Cheng’s hands away. He can’t even bring himself to return Hua Cheng’s suit jacket, hugging it closer to his chest instead. “What were you dreaming about?”

Hua Cheng had been brushing something from Xie Lian’s cheek when Xie Lian had woken up, and now Hua Cheng was on one knee in front of Xie Lian as if he’d been the one who did something wrong. Sitting up straight, Xie Lian lifts one hand to his own cheek, finding only remnants of something wet and catching sight of a bigger, darker blotch on the back of the couch. 

“I was just thinking how lucky I am to have San Lang.” Xie Lian says, trying his best to smile. It isn’t a lie, he is lucky to have Hua Cheng in his life. He’s lucky to have Hua Cheng’s eye solely focused on him as often as it is. 

“I’m the one who’s lucky to have gege.” Hua Cheng answers with a shake of his head, both hands lifting Xie Lian’s foot onto his leg before pulling the knots of his shoe laces loose and pulling the shoe off altogether. He does the same for the other one before standing up, his hand reaching for Xie Lian’s cheek again. Xie Lian doesn’t dare back away from that hand, leaning into it like a cat deprived of affection. “If gege is tired, he should sleep, this San Lang will wait for him to wake up.”

The words make Xie Lian’s chest feel as if it's caving in, his tongue suddenly feeling clumsy and numb as Hua Cheng starts to stand. Where words fail him, Xie Lian lets himself reach out and grab onto Hua Cheng’s wrist to keep him from going any further. “Gege?” Hua Cheng looks at Xie Lian when he holds onto him, but says nothing. Xie Lian half expects his fingers to peeled off one by one when Hua Cheng reaches for his wrist, but instead, those cool fingers curl around him in reply. 

“San Lang, could you sit with me? Just for a little while?” Xie Lian asks carefully, peering up at Hua Cheng but looking away just as quickly. He’s already taken up so much of Hua Cheng’s time, there are things he needs to do, Xie Lian is sure of it. He doesn’t expect Hua Cheng to sit down next to him so easily, their knees brushing again. 

It all feels too easy. The way he touches Hua Cheng, the way Hua Cheng touches him, even the warmth that builds so quickly between them no matter how cold Hua Cheng’s hands feel when Xie Lian holds onto them to warm them up. Carefully, Xie Lian surrenders his grip on Hua Cheng’s wrist, all for the sake of pressing his hand against Hua Cheng’s cheek, just like Hua Cheng had done for him, but something holds him back, something that threatens to choke him, a lump building up in his throat.

The next time Xie Lian dares to sneak a glance at Hua Cheng, the only thing he finds is amusement, rather than irritation or confusion, the corners of Hua Cheng’s mouth tipping upwards. The suit jacket puddles around Xie Lian’s lap now, even as Xie Lian pulls his knees underneath himself and turns towards Hua Cheng, embarrassment already burning underneath his skin. “What would it take for San Lang to be angry with me?” Xie Lian asks the question carefully, idly playing with Hua Cheng’s fingers, hoping against everything that Hua Cheng might stop him just so he’ll know where they stand. 

Hua Cheng is the one who laces their fingers together, splaying his fingers wide and making Xie Lian’s do the same for his own amusement, humming while he thinks. “Gege already knows the answer to his question.” Hua Cheng answers thoughtfully, loosening his grip on Xie Lian’s wrist to reach for his other hand, though he only holds it, nothing else. 

“Then San Lang wouldn’t be angry with me if I did something to him right now?” Xie Lian asks carefully.

“I trust gege.” Hua Cheng answers, his eye molten soft when he looks at Xie Lian, his thumb stroking over his knuckles exactly one time. Nodding his head, Xie Lian swallows thickly before licking his lips. Hua Cheng trusts him. Hua Cheng trusts him and what Xie Lian is about to do will either break that trust completely or… Xie Lian doesn’t have an answer. 

Before he can stop himself, Xie Lian leans in and brushes his lips against the center of Hua Cheng’s mouth as softly as he dares before pressing himself to the corner of the couch, watching for his reaction. For a long, long moment, Hua Cheng’s hands still. He doesn’t release Xie Lian from his grasp, his grip doesn’t even slacken. 

“San Lang, I-”

Whatever excuse he’d had to offer for his behavior dies in the meeting of their lips. Hua Cheng had pulled him back in by their hands and now both of their hands are crushed between their bodies while Hua Cheng kisses him, hungry but trying hard not to push too far. Xie Lian can’t stop himself from moaning into Hua Cheng’s mouth, his hands twisting away from Hua Cheng’s fingers just to press against Hua Cheng’s chest, searching for and finding his heartbeat. He hadn’t known what he expected, but he hadn’t expected to feel Hua Cheng’s heart hammering against his ribcage, as if it were trying to break through the bones keeping it contained. With nothing to hold their attention, Hua Cheng’s hands find places at the back of Xie Lian’s head and at the small of his back respectively, keeping him crushed as close as they both need to be more than they need air in their lungs. 

Only when his lungs start to ache does Xie Lian begin to pull away from Hua Cheng, refusing to go far when he does pull back, his hands sliding up to Hua Cheng’s shoulders. He doesn’t stop Hua Cheng from littering his face and neck with a thousand smaller kisses, nor does he stop himself from sighing softly. “I thought… I thought you would’ve been upset with me.” Xie Lian says it quietly, as if it could pass between them as a secret. He doesn’t expect to be pulled tighter against Hua Cheng’s chest before he’s laid down on the couch, his legs spread to make room for Hua Cheng to kneel between them. 

Hua Cheng’s hair falls over one shoulder, tickling Xie Lian’s nose before Hua Cheng has a chance to shake it out of the way, the look in his eye serious enough to make Xie Lian shiver. “Are you sure you want this, gege?” The softness of Hua Cheng’s voice breaks Xie Lian’s heart in two. Hua Cheng’s fingertips brush against a gap of skin left exposed between Xie Lian’s shirt and jeans, sliding further and further under his shirt until only Hua Cheng’s thumbs brush against the fabric. 

Xie Lian’s skin catches fire under Hua Cheng’s touch, making him gasp softly as his body innately seeks out more of that feeling. “I want this, San Lang. I want you.” He’d tried to be unselfish, he’d tried to share, he’d tried so hard to not keep Hua Cheng for himself, but Xie Lian can’t make himself do it anymore, even as he covers his own face. He can’t look at Hua Cheng and say all of this. 

“I’m sorry, San Lang, I really thought I could just be your friend,” Xie Lian babbles, hiding behind his own hands even when Hua Cheng starts to pull at his wrists, his grip gentle but firm. “I shouldn’t want to keep you all to myself, but I do.” Distantly, Xie Lian registers Hua Cheng calling him, calling him gege first, and then resorting to his name when that fails, until his voice trails off and Xie Lian feels Hua Cheng leaning forward, pinning Xie Lian to the couch with his weight before he kisses him again, still holding onto his wrists as he sweeps his tongue over Xie Lian’s lips.

“Look at me, gege, look at me and see how much your San Lang wants you too.” There’s a raggedness to Hua Cheng’s voice that Xie Lian hasn’t heard before. He peeks through the cracks of his fingers to start with, but lowers them slowly, until Hua Cheng can trap them against Xie Lian’s own collarbones. Hua Cheng switches both wrists to one hand with ease, brushing Xie Lian’s bangs away from his face and then letting himself caress his cheek, thumb stroking back and forth underneath Xie Lian’s eye. Xie Lian doesn’t even notice when Hua Cheng releases his wrists entirely, trusting that they’d say right where he left them laying.  

Hua Cheng’s name is on Xie Lian’s lips, but whether or not sound follows after it, Xie Lian doesn’t know. “Gege is all I’ve ever wanted.” Hua Cheng sighs reverently, rolling his hips and making Xie Lian gasp, even through the layers of Xie Lian’s jeans and Hua Cheng’s pants. Something soft, something almost like a grunt pushes itself out of Xie Lian’s throat when Hua Cheng does that, and does it again again when Hua Cheng slides his hand further up Xie Lian’s shirt. His thumb rubbing against Xie Lian’s nipple, stroking back and forth over. 

More and more of those little noises from before rise up like smoke in Xie Lian’s lungs and he tries so hard to bite them back, turning his head to the side just to muffle one of them against the couch. That kind of escape only lasts for a moment, though, before Hua Cheng decides that he won’t allow it. He’d kept his hand on Xie Lian’s cheek just for this purpose, Xie Lian is almost sure of it. 

“San Lang!” Xie Lian starts, but the tone of his own voice makes him stop, embarrassment blooming anew in his chest. It sounded more like a whine than an actual protest. It sounded pitiful and Xie Lian doesn’t even get the chance to dwell on it because Hua Cheng is pressing his thumb against the swell of his bottom lip, the heat of his gaze keeping Xie Lian pinned down against the couch. 

“I don’t like it when gege hides from me, I like it best when I can see him just like this.” Hua Cheng looms closer, his voice going deep and dark enough to make Xie Lian shiver, only to drive away the cold in the same breath as he kisses Xie Lian again, his tongue slipping into Xie Lian’s mouth without invitation or resistance. It takes a moment too long for Xie Lian to catch up, his brain freezing as Hua Cheng’s tongue strokes up alongside his own, twisting and making Xie Lian moan. There was no hope of catching himself right then, Xie Lian couldn’t even try. 

The grinding of Hua Cheng’s hips is constant and maddening, making Xie Lian gasp for breath as he feels something hard and thick rutting against him. He’s not much better, he’s already straining at the front of his jeans, aching for Hua Cheng in ways that he’s never let himself give in to, no matter how much relief it would’ve given him. “Is gege hard?” Hua Cheng asks and Xie Lian wishes he could hide again, but there’s no hope for it. Hua Cheng is too close and Xie Lian is too far gone, too tightly wrapped around Hua Cheng’s finger. “Does gege want me to touch him?”

There was power in Hua Cheng’s hands, immense strength that Xie Lian himself has seen before, only to feel those same hands press against him with impossible gentility seconds later. He wants those hands on him now so badly it makes his muscles ache and burn. 

“Don’t-” Xie Lian starts, only for Hua Cheng to pinch his nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it cruelly while dragging his tongue over Xie Lian’s lower lip. “Don’t tease me, San Lang, please. I can’t take it, I haven’t done this before.” Desperation has made him too honest, but Xie Lian can’t stop himself. His legs try to snap shut, only to be kept open by Hua Cheng’s body. 

The next time Xie Lian looks up, Hua Cheng is watching him, something dark and possessive overtaking his eye, both of his hands moving to hold Xie Lian by the waist, thumbs pressing hard into the soft skin of his belly. The next round of kisses land against his cheeks, each of them lingering and gentle until they begin to trail down his neck, dripping heavily like sweat on a too hot day. Those hard kisses give way to teeth, sharp enough to make Xie Lian jolt and cry out as Hua Cheng bites him. Skilled but impatient hands yank the button of his jeans and drag down the zipper, parting the fabric before those same hands catch the waistband. 

Xie Lian’s jeans are pushed down to his knees, the denim catching and tangling around his legs as Hua Cheng wraps his hand around Xie Lian’s cock, his teeth moving onto a new, unblemished part of Xie Lian’s neck. Xie Lian’s fingers twist and pull at the back of Hua Cheng’s shirt, wrinkling the fabric hopelessly. 

He hears himself calling Hua Cheng’s name, he hears himself being too loud, but he can’t stop himself. He can’t even stop himself from coming too soon, the worst of it dripping down Hua Cheng’s fist and onto the pants of his suit as he sits back to look at Xie Lian. Mortification sets in faster than anything, making Xie Lian scramble to sit up and grab for Hua Cheng’s wrist, stopping the come from dripping onto his pants. Xie Lian knows he’s ruined them, but Hua Cheng doesn’t even look angry.

“I… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry, San Lang.” He’s still holding onto Hua Cheng’s wrist as he looks for something to wipe his mess up with, his head still feeling fuzzy. He purposefully hadn’t let himself sit in whatever amazing feelings Hua Cheng had just set into his skin, it felt too nice after what he just did.

When Xie Lian comes up empty, guilt building and building in his throat as he turns to face Hua Cheng, only to catch him licking at a thick line of come that was threatening to drip into the cuff of his shirt. Mischief sparkles in Hua Cheng’s eye as he grins at Xie Lian before he turns his head to clean off the rest of the come. “Gege tastes so sweet, I couldn’t help myself.”

Xie Lian isn’t sure whether to laugh or to cry as Hua Cheng leans in and kisses him again, his clean hand catching Xie Lian by the throat to keep him from pulling away. Xie Lian feels his cock twitch with interest, but tries hard to push it down. “I ruined your suit, San Lang, aren’t you upset?” Earlier, he’d been scrabbling at Hua Cheng’s back, needing something to hold onto as he was dragged over the edge by someone else for the first time, but now, his hands twitch nervously, catching Hua Cheng’s collar and pretending to fix it while Hua Cheng’s lips brush against his forehead. “San Lang didn’t even get to come.” Xie Lian scolds himself, eyeing the still hard shape of Hua Cheng’s cock through his ruined pants. 

“Gege doesn’t have to worry about that.” Hua Cheng says, tipping Xie Lian’s face up with his forefinger, a smile making Hua Cheng’s delicate features look even softer, “If one suit gets ruined, I have a hundred more. Ruin as many as you like.” Xie Lian has seen the expanse of Hua Cheng’s wardrobe, all the different suits for different occasions, but that still didn’t make it right. Xie Lian can’t even afford to try and get it cleaned for him. 

“San Lang,” Xie Lian says suddenly, trying hard not to talk himself out of it before he’s even started, “do you think you could stand up?” Xie Lian explains nothing and Hua Cheng raises an eyebrow, but stands without argument, looming over Xie Lian as he stands just long enough to step out of his jeans and drop down to his knees in front of him. He couldn’t pay to replace or clean Hua Cheng’s suit, so that’s something he’ll have to live with, but Xie Lian can solve one problem for Hua Cheng just like this. “I haven’t done this before either, so I hope San Lang can be patient with me.”

If the things hecklers used to yell at him when he used to swallow swords were true, Xie Lian should be good at this, shouldn’t he?

Carefully, Xie Lian palms Hua Cheng through his pants, his thumb rolling over the head of his cock before he leans in, licking his lips, only to be stopped by Hua Cheng’s hand on his shoulder, thumb pressing hard into the place where Xie Lian’s neck and shoulder met. 

“Gege, don’t do this because you feel like you have to make something up to me, please.” Hua Cheng begs quietly, his eye and voice turning desperate as he looks down at Xie Lian. His hand squeezes Xie Lian’s shoulder tight, but not painfully so. All Xie Lian can do is smile and shake his head before he turns his face to rest his forehead against Hua Cheng’s inner wrist. 

“I’m not.” Xie Lian answers honestly, with a smile still on his face even as heat creeps up his neck, “I’ve thought about doing this with San Lang for some time now, I just didn’t know if he would want it too.” Xie Lian works hard not to look up at Hua Cheng as he says it, leaning in all over again but refusing to be stopped by Hua Cheng’s hand at his shoulder. 

He makes a show of licking his own come off of Hua Cheng’s pants, his nose scrunching up when he finds he doesn’t taste anywhere as sweet as Hua Cheng led him to believe. “Gege,” Hua Cheng calls, his voice sounding different from how Xie Lian has ever heard it before as he licks and licks until the traces of him are gone. 

Only after that does Xie Lian even begin struggling with Hua Cheng’s button and zipper, his fingers clumsy and unpracticed in the echoes of Hua Cheng’s skill and urgency. “San Lang is so big.” Xie Lian murmurs, more to himself once he’s finally managed to pull Hua Cheng free. Experimentally, Xie Lian lets himself lick the pearling precome off the tip of Hua Cheng’s cock, feeling Hua Cheng twitch against the tip of his tongue before he hears a muffled sound make it past Hua Cheng’s lips.

He catches Hua Cheng with his hand over his mouth when he glances up, but Xie Lian won’t be cruel, he’ll let his Hua Cheng keep his hand there if he likes, even as he picks a vein and follows the length of it with his tongue. When he reaches the base of Hua Cheng’s cock, he picks another, following it backwards, to Hua Cheng’s cockhead. Another muffled sound comes from above him and Hua Cheng looks as if he’s ready to cry, his eye locked onto Xie Lian. That’s what makes Xie Lian finally give up his teasing, taking the head into his mouth and sucking hard. His eyes flutter shut and Xie Lian takes more of Hua Cheng into his mouth, minding his teeth as he stands up on his knees, both his hands pressing against Hua Cheng’s exposed thighs. Xie Lian’s own cock is hard again, tipping backwards against his stomach, but Xie Lian pays himself no mind and presses his tongue hard against the underside of Hua Cheng’s cock. His lack of a gag reflex makes it easier and easier for him to take more and more of Hua Cheng into his mouth.

He should take the rest of Hua Cheng into his throat now, he should swallow around him and make Hua Cheng moan just for him, but instead, Xie Lian pulls back, saliva dripping off the length of Hua Cheng’s cock and clinging to his lips like gloss. The whine Hua Cheng lets out is high and desperate, but Xie Lian only smiles up at him. His hands leave Hua Cheng’s thighs to wrap around his cock, one at the base, and one stroking from length to head. 

Xie Lian knows it’s no comparison to the heat of his mouth, but that’s why he offers no warning before he leans in even closer and drags the broad flat of his tongue over one side of Hua Cheng’s balls. He can feel Hua Cheng throbbing and twitching in his hands as he turns his attention to the other side, sucking just to see what might happen before Xie Lian pulls away entirely. He hadn’t expected to make Hua Cheng lurch forward, but he doesn’t regret it. How could he? Hua Cheng finally pulled his hand away from his mouth just to catch himself by the edge of his desk because of it. Xie Lian presses his smile against the curve of Hua Cheng’s cock to show his appreciation. 

“Gege, have some mercy for this San Lang, won’t you?” Hua Cheng gasps, his voice sounding rough and ragged, as if Xie Lian himself had ripped him to shreds.The only mercy Xie Lian grants is pressing a kiss to Hua Cheng’s belly before going back to work. His tongue works round and round the head of Hua Cheng’s cock as if Hua Cheng were made of candy, lapping up every last drop of precome before it can form that perfect pearl from before. 

“San Lang likes to bully others, but can’t take it when someone bullies him right back.” Xie Lian lets his lips move against Hua Cheng’s length as he speaks between kitten licks, “He even begs for mercy from his gege.” In the middle of his lecture, Xie Lian takes half of Hua Cheng into his mouth in one go, his fingers creeping up and down the backsides of Hua Cheng’s thighs before pulling away again. “What kind of lesson would I be teaching San Lang if I spoiled him and let him do whatever he wanted?” 

Hua Cheng whines again, but that whine turns into something much, much louder as Xie Lian takes him all the way to the back of his throat without preamble or warm up. There’s no gagging or coughing, only Xie Lian’s throat swallowing hard around Hua Cheng’s cock. The hand at his shoulder tightens its grip, nails digging into Xie Lian’s skin before that hand leaves entirely, flying to the back of Xie Lian’s head to keep him where he is as Hua Cheng comes, hips and cock jerking as he fills Xie Lian’s throat. Xie Lian struggles to keep up, listening to Hua Cheng’s breathing turn hard and breathless, redness gathering under that pale skin.

Xie Lian keeps himself in place, swallowing down every last drop until nothing more comes and he feels Hua Cheng start to soften in his mouth, his fingers going limp in Xie Lian’s hair. When Xie Lian finally lets himself stand, he pulls Hua Cheng against himself, cradling him in his arms and leading him back to the couch. He doesn’t settle himself into Hua Cheng’s lap, no matter how badly he wants to, but he does let himself flutter kisses against the side of Hua Cheng’s face, his hand pressed against Hua Cheng’s heart once more. “San Lang did so well.” Xie Lian praises, letting himself be pulled when Hua Cheng decides to hold him in his lap, the look in his eye still hazy and listless, but trying hard to focus on Xie Lian’s face. From his new vantage point, Xie Lian can fix kisses to Hua Cheng’s entire face, both of his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his chin, all of it. Xie Lian gets to kiss all of Hua Cheng and Hua Cheng just lets him. 

“Did gege have fun?” Hua Cheng asks, voice sounding thick with something. Both of Hua Cheng’s arms lock tight around Xie Lian’s waist, as if Hua Cheng worried about Xie Lian making even a single move to leave him. 

Working his fingers through Hua Cheng’s hair, Xie Lian smiles sheepishly down at him, “I did.” He should be more embarrassed, behaving the way he did, but the smile on Hua Cheng’s face dissipates anything like embarrassment or guilt before it can take root in Xie Lian’s chest. Without anything else to do, Xie Lian doesn’t stop himself from unbuttoning and rebuttoning Hua Cheng’s shirt, never going further than the top three.

“I hope gege doesn’t think he’s done, I still plan on taking him home with me tonight.” Xie Lian blinks at Hua Cheng with wide eyes as he leans back against the couch, chin resting on the back of one hand while the other arm stays right where it had been before, keeping Xie Lian from moving more than an inch away from him.

That something from before, Xie Lian knows what it is now, and it makes him swallow, his throat feeling thick and swollen. 

Xie Lian should’ve known what he was getting himself into.

[realbeijinger]

Resurrection and Reunion

I wrote this fic detailing HuaLian’s smutty reunion at the end of the novel after being separated for a year (when Hua Cheng died for the third time). I wanted more details, and also wanted to show more of the world through Hua Cheng’s eyes, including what he believes and how he got there. (In other words, there will be smut, a hint of angst, and plenty of feels :D ).

Starts when Hua Cheng returns and is lighting lanterns on top of Mount Taicang. Here's a snippet:

He searches his face—the soft, princely countenance, the warm, tender eyes. It’s the face that has been with him all along, keeping him company as he passed in and out of existence, like a far off vision that changes depending on the light.

And now, he is really here. 

He feels himself take a step forward.

The movement seems to shake Xie Lian out of his trance, and he quickly jolts to his feet, scrambling down from the cart. Hua Cheng takes another step, and then another, realizing too late that he is running, sprinting down toward him. But he sees Xie Lian is running too, and suddenly he has folded him in his arms, pressing him tightly against his chest. Slowly, he reaches up, cradling the soft contour of the back of his head. “Gege,” he whispers.

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[crystalsamethyst]

As promised a while ago: The sex doll fic!

Rating: Explicit

Words: 9834

Tags: Sex doll, anal sex, top HC bottom XL but versatile, threesome... kind of, not a crackfic but-, AU - Modern, Blow Jobs, Xie Lian had a creampie kink, fluff and smut

Summary: After a rough day, Xie Lian finds one of his close friends has left a lifelike doll in his apartment while he was away, and soon figures out and utilizes its true purpose.

And when he runs into the real person this realistic sex doll was modelled after......

[noragaming]

land of tenders hua cheng horny awakening etc etc, xie lian’s loud moaning etc etc, but also:

xie lian being felt up by a kid and hating it was. hilarious. dude was under a damn horny spell. i think we can all agree that it was a nice save by mxtx, when you know xie lian will be horny about that kid in, say, 800 years

[strwbmei1]

Thank you for full filled my last request hshsjsjja it's so cute. And if you want to know, I always re-read all your fics lmao, it's so good. The way you mention tie Fu hua up, and I was like "damn it's gonna be hot." Thinking tie her up, especially when I get jealous.. and I know she's gonna be so whiny and cries because she can't touch reader.

She's so used to holding onto your shoulders or gripping the sheets when you fuck her, so she'd definitely whine about not being able to touch you at all:((

Fu Hua could easily break the ropes that restrained her, but she wouldn't want to disappoint you, would she? Or perhaps, she just liked being at your mercy.

You're so cruel too; so rough when you knew for a fact that Fu Hua never intended on making you jealous. She's just too nice to others for her own good.

On the other hand, she'd be lying if she said she didn't imagine this exact scenario in her head more than a few times.

Hungry and possessive as you ravage her body like an animal— Fu Hua loves this side of you just as much as she loved how you usually were.

If the ropes left a mark on her fair skin the next morning, she'd definitely scold you with her cheeks as red as a tomato. Not out of embarrassment, but because she can't help but get turned on whenever she sees and feels the reminder of what you did to her the night before.

[darke-faerie]

New fic! Ahh I seem to really love modern au HuaLian hooking up in a nightclub?! ^.^

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 天官赐福 | Heaven Official's Blessing (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hua Cheng/Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Characters: Hua Cheng (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, One Night Stands, Well - Freeform, Maybe more - Freeform, Friendship, Blow Jobs, Nightclub, Bars and Pubs, Semi-Public Sex, Confident Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Rich Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Crushes, Exhibitionism, Coming Untouched, Coming In Pants, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Smut, Fluff, Jealousy Summary:

Hua Cheng see's a beautiful man dancing sensually to the music, and is surprised to see it's his friend turned crush Xie Lian

A dance together quickly turns into something more in the dark corners of the club...

[tanoshiinana]

Abandoned fem Hua Cheng WIP

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[pockettgcf]

Relationship: Hua Cheng/Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu)

Additional Tags: Fat Xie Lian, Weight Gain, Feeding Kink, Mild Smut, Body Worship, Married Hua Cheng/Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu)

Words: 2,056

Summary: Years into their marriage, Xie Lian allows Hua Cheng to show him worship in a new way. Hua Cheng appreciates the effects it has on his husband's physique.

i've started putting my obsession with fat gege into fic form. it's pretty tame, but mind the tags for anyone sensitive to weight-related things. i hope you all enjoy!