#will he have two cocks or not? binghe will find out

[diushek]

Shen Yuan is a young demon prince from a rather unimportant kingdom; actually, his kingdom and his race of humanoid demon-snakes are actually so unimportant and unimpressive that not even Emperor Luo Binghe had been interested in getting the lands, or control of the kingdom... Or any of the princes! Of course they are loyal to the Emperor and serve under him, but... Luo Binghe hadn't tried anything!! Not even once!!!

Not that Shen Yuan is offended, though, the Emperor's HUGE harem is a crazy thing... He doesn't really want to be there nor anything like that. But it can't be a little hurt in his pride that the kingdom he grew up in and adores is so uninteresting to someone like the Emperor.

However, the final straw comes when Luo Binghe marries an Eastern Bird Demon Princess. Yes, she may be pretty as a painted doll, but the Eastern Bird Demons have shitty behavior! They are less interesting than Demon Snakes, much more flattering and fragile, conflictive and above all hypocritical! They don't even have their own venom or are capable of hunting their own prey!! They were just tasteless birds with huge tits and wings that shouldn't allow them to fly because of their anatomical inaccuracy!

"If you're so upset with Junshang's marriage decisions, why don't you marry him?" his younger sister says one day, fed up with Shen Yuan's ramblings. And Shen Yuan thinks, well, it's not a bad idea. Even if his sister didn't mean it at all...

But Shen Yuan KNOWS that he really needs to get the Emperor's attention before he just walks up and says "we have to get married, Junshang, because I find it disrespectful for you to marry with all the boring demons in the realms except my type. Which just happens to be me and not my older brothers or younger sister. I'm the only one willing to fix this."

... No, he would be dead before he even said Junshang correctly. So Shen Yuan must... Conquer the Emperor's heart!

Well, considering the huge harem, it's not a difficult task apparently. He will only have to pay for some rumors and stories of how some wives got to that place, prepare lots of court gifts and organize a big engagement party. After all Shen Yuan is very persistent and, above all, patient. He will obtain the Emperor's hand in marriage, and prove that his kingdom is not some insignificant little thing that can't even get the Emperor's attention!!

...

And one day, Luo Binghe starts to be attacked with stranges gifts.

They arrive at his office by confused royal assistants. And those gifts are the rarest and most expensive ones: swords made of crystal bone of an abyssal creature of the rarest kind, flowers with letters which explain all the effects on the cultivation of mixed-blood creatures, venom from a mythical beast thought to be extinct that can be consumed and used as a spice in recipes (which was accompanied by long letters containing strange cooking recipes that Luo Binghe had never heard of, and a more personal letter claiming that it would keep the Emperor entertained, since his mysterious penpal had heard that he enjoyed cooking).

The gifts keep coming, but they get stranger and stranger each time.

Crowns and hair jewelry of reverse reef corals, hairbrushes of mythical blue jade? Handmade perfume floral and exquisite that gave him peace just by smelling it? The essence of a flower that a single drop mixed with dry powder would work as the longest lasting eye paint?

Even silver scales of some demon presented with rubies and diamonds in the embroidery of a... wedding robe??? Exactly being the emperor's measurements????

Someone is... courting Luo Binghe? With useful and exquisite gifts, letters full of excessive details of someone erudite and chaotic, all with that strange air of mystery and power behind it? The servants who leave the gifts are mysterious, pale-featured and somewhat serpentine; Luo Binghe finds it strange to think that this kingdom is behind all this. Why would they do this if after of all, is the kingdom from which his cousin comes? Why would a kingdom that Luo Binghe is already a blood ally with want to deepen an alliance?

But that doesn't take away the absolute surprise that Luo Binghe feels with every gift, the way that every day he wait for something, even if it is a detail, a flower, a letter, anything. Luo Binghe, the Emperor of the Three Realms... is being courted for the first time.

He had courted all of his wives effortlessly some and with ease others. They had, of course, exchanged gifts with him in addition to the pleasures of their company… but none had even attempted to return the courtship. Luo Binghe had never considered it an offense, of course; before being an Emperor, he was a nobody. Now that he was an Emperor, he was just taking from the world what was his.

Being courted was not something Luo Binghe had given much thought to. Now, however, he is being courted by some anonymous person seeking his attention, and Luo Binghe doesn't understand why or how the hell he no longer has his future spouse at his desk, probably leaning on it, so Luo Binghe can lavish his attentions to thanks for every detail.

If it was his turn to be the sweet maiden who is courted and pays with his body and attentions, at that moment, even if he doesn't know who the hell his courter is, Luo Binghe is definitely very interested.

[idlebeks]

SVSSS Fic Recs

I'm working on a podfic list. But here, have a couple of Scum Villian recs in the mean time. All BingQui, mostly rated E. This is a fun fandom, there is so much potential for both extreme angst and extreme crack, often at the same time.

Every Binghe/ge deserves a Happy Ending [buy one SY, get one free] by Shireyaki

You can have a Shen Yuan YOU can have a Shen Yuan WE ALL CAN HAVE A SHEN YUAN

Scum Villain AUs by Feynite

Various random alternate universe fics.

Includes:

Supervillain AU Genderswap AU Hades & Persephone AU Dragon Monster AU Mermay AU Free Guy AU

& Many More!

Into the Abyss by esama

In which Shen Yuan pisses the System off and it sends him straight into the Endless Abyss.

Four years later, Shen Qingqiu does the same to Luo Binghe.

Fruiting Body by Calamity Butterfly (Calamity_Butterfly)

“A new body? What has my Shizun done?” Luo Binghe asks mildly.

“Oh, I died again, didn’t I? This time, I died saving you from a qi deviation brought on by that sword,” Shen Qingqiu answers, stroking the caps of the trembling mushrooms still pressed up against his sides. “I suspected I was going to die so I prepared a new body, just in case. But it’s taking a long time to remember myself, and I’m not sure I want to go back once I do.”

Shen Qingqiu awakens in the Sun and Moon Dew Flower body, more fungal than human, and networked into a vast, sentient mycelial network. His new body is more complicated than he anticipated. Luo Binghe finds him, and that is also more complicated than he anticipated.

The Many Trials and Tribulations of Ming Fan by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Ming Fan just wants to get through ONE supervised night hunt without this happening.

Or: the one where Shen Qingqiu continues to be attractive to people who aren’t Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge. It's a problem.

“Da-shixiong.” Ning-shimei’s groan was barely audible to anyone who didn’t have a cultivator’s enhanced senses. To him and the rest of their assembled siblings, though, it rang out like a bell. The only one who didn’t notice was Shizun. He was up ahead and deep in conversation with the Lord who’d summoned them to investigate a series of local disappearances.

“I saw,” Ming Fan sighed. “Eyes front. Everyone knows their roles.”

Frankly, he’d been braced for this moment since he’d asked around about the family hosting them for the duration of this investigation. He’d discovered that they had two marriage-aged daughters in the household, neither of whom were engaged.

Loaded God Complex, Cock It And Pull It by Camorra

There were three things of which Shen Yuan was absolutely certain. The first, that Luo Binghe was an irredeemable jackass. The second, there was a part of Luo Binghe, and Shen Yuan didn't know how large, that wanted Shen Yuan dead for trussing him like a pig and dumping him on his own front porch. And the third, that Shen Yuan was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Luo Binghe. P S Y C H !

omg they were roommates by smellslikecitrus

Shen Yuan was a normal chemistry major. What did he do to deserve getting booted into his least-favorite novel?!

Silver lining: Binghe makes really, really good food.

Plastromancy by x_los

"One night, Luo Binghe notices something odd about the way his blood is pooling on the floor of the woodshed."

A twelve year old Luo Binghe meets his Other Shizun.

AQ by x_los

Before he rose to captaincy, Shen Yuan attended a briefing given to all command level officers in Star Fleet that outlined the scope of the Q threat. According to Admiral Picard's report, the omnipotent Q are devious, amoral, unreliable, irresponsible and definitely not to be trusted.

Orphaned stowaway Luo Binghe doesn't even know he is one.

Living With a Tiger by x_los

Shen Yuan has been engaged to Emperor Luo Binghe from almost the hour of his birth. He grows up knowing his place in the world exactly; he is far less certain of his place in his betrothed's guarded affections.

Scum Villain's Accidental Romance System by BurnerAccount

Shen Qingqiu has accepted that yes, this is a novel. And yes, it is going to have stupid plot points that he can (probably) do nothing about. His inevitable, horrible fate is his most probable future - but hey, it's at least a ways off yet, right?

A Stallion novel has stupid tropes, but he's 100% - no, 1000% sure, that these aren't in the standard package.

Anyways, Stan Shen Qingqiu by x_los

Millennial vs Gen Z? Shen Qingqiu wishes.

A young transmigrator has a new idol; Shen Qingqiu is very tired.

I Wish You Were My Husband by Feynite

AU based on The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir (familiarity with that story's not required).

Wherein Shen Yuan transmigrates into a harem intrigues romance novel (gay edition), Yue Qingyuan really fucks up, Liu Qingge is not suitable for his job, and no one even remotely sees Luo Binghe coming.

Always the Light Falls by Letters2Elvinscend

Growing up is hard. Living up to your mother's expectations is harder. Realizing your Shizun is actually kind of hot is damn near impossible.

System Temporarily Unavailable, Please Don't Abuse The Substitute! by Asymptotical

The System has to go bail another System's world out of a plot crisis.

It told them that its Host would notice, but did they listen? Of course not.

We Never Dreamed These Walls by straightforwardly

When Luo Binghe falls into the Endless Abyss, he accidentally pulls Shen Qingqiu down with him.

[delicioussshame]

And now, for something a bit different. Set in the Sugar Baby AU.

Shang Qinghua cannot believe Shen Yuan’s gall. How can he, a very unproductive member of society, dares to criticize Shang Qinghua’s output? At least he contributes something, unlike some people who are paid to look pretty.

And, apparently, do more than that now.

Good for him, really. Shang Qinghua has heard his fair share of horror stories about Luo Binghe, but since Shen Yuan cannot stop singing his praises in that oblivious way of his, he cannot be that bad.

Plus, you know, Luo Binghe is very, very hot. Hot enough that even Shen Yuan, famous for his ability to ignore even the most blatant double entendre, cannot deny it. Shang Qinghua can imagine much worst fates than having to fuck him.

Now, if Shang Qinghua could get him to share all the juicy details, he’s sure it would make for great inspiration.

Not that there is much chance of that happening, not with the way Shen Yuan clams up as soon as Shang Qinghua so much as hints about his sex life.

Shen Yuan is a hypocrite, that’s what he is. He sure isn’t shy about complaining about Shang Qinghua’s sex scenes, or every aspect of Shang Qinghua’s writing.

Well, Shang Qinghua isn’t going to let him get away with it. He’s going to hear about it too! He just has to-

“What are you doing.”

Shang Qingua drops his phone in his haste to shove it down his pockets, so he gets to scramble under his desk like an idiot right in front of his boss. Fucking great. “Nothing! I wasn’t doing anything!”

Mobei-Jun’s angry growl has no right to be this sexy. “You’re supposed to be working. Get to it.”

Shang Qinghua sits back at his desk as fast as possible, randomly pulling a file off his desk while opening one excel spreadsheet or another. “I will! I’ll do it! I’m doing it now! I’m sorry!” That’s what Shang Qinghua gets for maintaining an acquaintance with an old friend who doesn’t have to worry about office hours.

Then again, this is kind of his job? Mobei-Jun wanted him to keep an eye out for anything useful on Luo Binghe, so he’s technically not slacking! “Actually, I was just messaging Shen Yuan, trying to get the info you asked for! He’s not very open, but I’m working on it!” He doesn’t think Shen Yuan will ever give him something Mobei-Jun would benefit from, but not for the reasons he’d think. From the way Shen Yuan complains about Luo Binghe’s general disinterest in the business he’s somehow managing like he was born into it, which he very much wasn’t, it wouldn’t even cross Luo Binghe’s mind to keep Shen Yuan informed on the ins and outs.

So Shang Qinghua is trying to find a way to get Shen Yuan to ask for said intel, cause he has a feeling Luo Binghe would tell him everything without a second thought. For someone who decided to pay their sex partner instead of wooing them, which someone like Luo Binghe could certainly have managed, he seems utterly besotted.

“Can’t we just pay him for it? He’s fine with being a whore; why wouldn’t he accept cash for info?”

Shang Qinghua winces and ducks instinctively to evade the slap Shen Yuan would have given him if he’d called him a whore in his presence. “It’s not quite like that. Shen Yuan’s relationship with Luo Binghe is complicated. Yes, Luo Binghe is paying for him, but from what I’ve gathered, it was more to skip the wooing and get to the good parts faster.” At least that’s what Shang Qinghua thinks happened. Shen Yuan, again, isn’t the most open about the details.

Plus, Shang Qinghua can’t say it didn’t work. Luo Binghe managed to get Shen Yuan living with him and doing nothing but being available to him 24/7. That has to count as a success.

Mobei-Jun seems baffled. “You can do that?”

Shang Qinghua shrugs. “Most people wouldn’t be into it, but I can get behind it. If someone with Luo Binghe’s wealth and looks told me they wanted to finance my lifestyle in exchange of sex, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Good life, here I come!”

Shang Qinghua then remembers he’s talking to his boss and not one of his former college buddies. “Ha ha, not that I really would! I am devoted to my job! I wouldn’t leave it, so please don’t fire me!” He needs the money to live!

“I’d pay you.”

Shang Qinghua startles for a second, before his brain catches up to reality. “Ha ha, that’s a funny joke, Boss.” He doesn’t know why Mobei-Jun chose now to try to develop a sense of humor, but he’s not surprised that when he decides to do so, it’s at Shang Qinghua’s expense.

“Not a joke.” Mobei-Jun takes out his wallets and pulls out what has to be at least a couple thousands yuan, which he waves in the air almost threateningly. “Take it.”

Shang Qinghua is utterly flummoxed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Shang Qinghua leans over the desk and tentatively takes the money.

In exchange, strong arms grab his waist, lifts him off the chair he was just sitting him like he could do it in his sleep, settles him on the desk and kisses him until Shang Qinghua has to push him back to breathe, because he cannot use his nose and his mouth at the same time right now. Not enough brain cells left.

“The hell?” says Shang Qinghua with all the eloquence he has left.

Then, his brain catches up with his mouth. If, for some unfathomable reason, Mobei-Jun has decided Shang Qinghua was worthy of him spending his money, Shang Qinghua will do the smartest thing he’s ever done and let him.

Why Mobei-Jun just didn’t use his words and tell Shang Qinghua he wanted him, Shang Qinghua will probably never know. It’s not like Shang Qinghua would have told him no. No matter what Shen Yuan says, he’s not stupid. The embodiment of all his fantasies wants to fuck him? Shang Qinghua is into that.

Oh god, Shen Yuan. He’s going to have to explain to him that latest development, will he?

…Naaah. He doesn’t need to know for now.

Anyway, what is there to explain?

…Is there something to explain? Mobei-Jun hasn’t spoken since Shang Qinghua freed himself, so maybe he’s reconsidering? Shit, maybe Shang Qinghua is a terrible kisser? Is he a terrible kisser? Is Mobei-Jun reconsidering? Of course he’s reconsidering. He’s not stupid either.

This train of thoughts is stopped by Mobei-Jun’s growling, grabbing his shoulders, pushing him down on the desk and devouring his mouth.

Shang Qinghua probably isn’t a terrible kisser then! Yes! Also Mobei-Jun isn’t reconsidering, so double yes!

That’s a good thing, because he’s pretty certain he’s going to need the money to replace the shirt Mobei-Jun is apparently very offended by, if the way he ripped it off Shang Qinghua, sending buttons flying everywhere, can be believed. Not that he cares about the shirt. Mobei-Jun can destroy all of them if he wants to. Especially if it’s always following by Mobei-Jun’s teeth getting very familiar with his chest.

Or the rest of him. Mobei-Jun is so lucky Shang Qinghua is both incredibly thirsty for him and suffering from long-term celibacy. He’s definitely willing to go despite the aggressive lack of foreplay.

Not that he can imagine a moment where Mobei-Jun almost tearing his pants open to get his mouth on his cock wouldn’t be welcomed. Shang Qinghua is always down for that. Very, very down for that.

Shang Qinghua balls his hands into fists, nails digging into the flesh of his palms, to stop himself from holding Mobei-Jun’s head. Mobei-Jun might bite them off.

Shang Qinghua also bites his tongue hard enough to bleed. The building is nice enough, but Shang Qinghua can be very loud.  The last thing he wants is for some underling to come running and find them like this. He would feel guilty to have caused a death.

Soon enough, another pressing concern makes itself known. “Boss, ah, please, you should let me go.” Shang Qingqiu has never even dreamed of Mobei-Jun blowing him, but he sure doesn’t seem like the type to swallow, and he wants to keep his cock in working order. He might get to use it more later.

Mobei-Jun glares at him over his cock, which has no business being this hot. Shang Qinghua is sure he felt him twitch and leak on his tongue.

Hey, if Shang Qinghua is wrong and Mobei-Jun is the type to swallow, more power to him. Shang Qinghua isn’t exactly going to complain.

Shang Qinghua whites out when he finally comes, and then probably does so again when he opens his eyes and is faced with Mobei-Jun staring at him, a little whitish drop on the corner of his mouth.

Fuck, he just got blown by Mobei-Jun. When did his life become so great?

Mobei-Jun kisses him again with no less urgency, which Shang Qinghua can sympathize with. He hasn’t done anything for his poor boss, has he? Time to remediate that.

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Shang Qinghua blinks repeatedly, trying to keep himself awake after the many, many rounds he’s just gone through.

His back is going to hurt like hell, isn’t it? And not just his back. He’ll probably be out of commission for days.

Doesn’t matter. So worth it. Even if it was a one-time thing, it’d still be worth it.

Is it a one-time thing? Does Shang Qinghua still have a job? Two jobs?

He should ask, right? It’s probably the right time to do so. Even Mobei-Jun probably is in a good mood after getting laid. “Boss?”

Mobei-Jun makes a noise Shang Qinghua decides to interpret as encouragement for him to continue. “Am I your sugar baby now? Do I have to come to work tomorrow?”

Mobei-Jun frowns.

Well, the whole thing was pretty spontaneous. There is probably no plan.

“You’re working tomorrow.”

Ahh, too bad. Well, it was nice while it lasted.

“I have to get you a replacement before you go.”

Shang Qinghua straightens up. “Just to be clear, that’s because you’re going to bankroll me personally, right? Not because I just lost my job for being unprofessional, right?”

Mobei-Jun nods.

Success! Shang Qinghua just won at life! He'll finally get to write whatever he wants instead of what sells! And he’s got a scorching not-boyfriend on top of it! Take that, Shen Yuan! You’re not the only one who can attract crazy rich guys! “Am I moving in with you? Or are we just not-dating? I’ll do whatever you want, no problem! Or wear whatever you want, cause this shirt is so dead I’m not sure how I’m going to leave this room, but I don’t care! You can do it again if you want to!”

Mobei-Jun throws his blazer in Shang Qinghua’s face like he’s an especially rude shoujo manga love interest. “Put this on. I’ll get back to you for the details, but you’ll be moving in with me.”

“Okay! I’ll be waiting!” He’ll wait forever if he has to. So worth it.

He’ll have to remember to buy Shen Yuan something to thank him for making this possible.

He’ll probably order him a bunch of the weirdest sex toys he can find and have them delivered anonymously to Luo Binghe. Shen Yuan will thank him someday.

Okay, he never will, but Shang Qinghua will know in his heart he did right by his friend.

[reallygrosssvsssthoughts]

ABO Verse 1/12 Liu Qingge is a omega, known for his temper and overall disinterest in finding a alpha, beta, or other omega to become mated with. He takes his heat suppresant when he's supposed to and hasn't had a heat for years, with heat suppresants typically not failing unless the omega has been on them too long or if they're with somebody that they're heavily attracted to. One day, he's sent on a mission alone with Shen Qingqiu a few months after Luo Binghe was shoved into the Abyss.

ABO verse 2/12 LQG tries to ignore the attraction he has to SQQ (with SQQ being a omega as well) but his heat suppressant starts to fail part-way through the mission when they're unable to head back to Cang Qiong. SQQ realizes the signifigance of the heat suppressant failing and offers to help LQG through his heat, uncertain on his own feelings towards his shidi but not willing to leave him to suffer. LQG accepts, flushed and embarrassed but the need of having SQQ inside of him winning out.            

ABO verse 3/12 SQQ starts gently undressing LQG, with LQG being a mess at being touched by SQQ, his heart racing in feeling the gentle, strong hands strip off his clothes. SQQ fucks him, whispering soothing praises while LQG sobs and moans, his heat luring him into wantonly fucking himself on SQQ's thick, warm cock. After the heat ends, the two resume the mission, both of them afraid to enter a relationship. Only to discover that despite LQG using a contraceptive, LQG was pregnant.           

ABO verse 4/12 SQQ and LQG admit what happened to YGY and MQF, both of the other peak lords stunned but accepting it even if SQQ and LQG still didn't enter into a relationship. LQG has their child safely, a adorable girl with SQQ's face and LQG's eyes. The other peak lords dote on her, YQY spoiling her while LQG and SQQ co-parent, the girl spending most of her time on Qing Jing peak. SQQ fusses over his daughter lovingly, LQG being a bit stiffer but loving her dearly.            

ABO verse 5/12 The three years pass rapidly, SQQ still making the preparations with the Sun and Moon Dew Flower seed, guilty at the thought of leaving LQG to raise their daughter by himself but feeling like it was safer for her. The mess in the city with the sowers happens as it did before, LBH realizing that SQQ was a omega but unable to do anything before SQQ self-destructed, LQG left shaken up even if he and SQQ had never exchanged mating bites.     

  ABO verse 6/12 He fought for SQQ's body desperately, trying to comfort their daughter but always losing to LBH. One day, LQG had taken his daughter out to a festival, LBH happening to be there and going to taunt LQG only to see the peak lord with a tender, gentle look he'd never seen before. And noticing the little girl before him had SQQ's face, LBH storming over in knowing that SQQ hadn't had a mating mark but also unaware that he had a child, angry at LQG raising his shizun's child.            

ABO verse 7/12 LQG stiffens up when LBH comes, the girl greeting LBH with a cute smile, LBH freezing in seeing LQG's eyes looking at him from SQQ's child. LBH leaves afterwards, waiting until the next time LQG comes for SQQ's corpse to ask, LQG snapping out the story angrily, LBH ripping off LQG's robes to check his neck, startled at LQG being a omega. The pair argue, LQG demanding SQQ's body while LBH snarls that he only had SQQ's body because he was going to revive SQQ with the Holy Mausoleum.             

ABO verse 8/12 LQG freezes, stunned by the admission. He hesitates before offering his help, wanting SQQ back even if he had to work with LBH. LBH could tell that LQG was in love with SQQ, but since they never married despite their daughter he decides to work with LQG. They spent over a year, LQG trying to help stealthily. When SQH is outed, LQG helps him get to the Huan Hua Palace, still unhappy with him but not holding it against him given what he was doing.

ABO verse 9/12 Over time, he and LBH become close, LQG allowing LBH to interact with his child. One day, while they were working together LQG's heat suppressant failed, much to LQG's shock. He warns LBH about it, LBH surprised but drags LQG to a safe place. LQG winds up begging LBH to help him through his heat, LBH hesitating before agreeing. LBH and LQG spend the heat together, LQG realizing that getting to know LBH had developed his feelings towards LBH almost as strong as the ones for SQQ.

ABO verse 10/12 LQG admits it to LBH, conflicted but LBH accepts it, still loving SQQ but caring for LQG. LQG discovers he's pregnant a short time later, refusing to talk about it with the other peak lords but going to LBH to tell him, LBH accepting it. LQG has their child, a son with LQG's face but LBH's eyes and stubborn hair. Several more years pass, LQG often sneaking both of his children out to visit LBH, LBH doting on both of them and cooking LQG meals. The two are basically dating by then            

ABO verse 11/12 SQQ comes back, causing mass panic and havoc. He's stunned to discover that LBH and LQG are in a relationship and have a child together. LQG and LBH explain the plans to him, both of them furious with SQH for not telling them. SQQ finds out that LBH was in love with him, LQG helping facilitate things. TLJ and ZZL still steal his body and revives him, LQG and LBH both going to save SQQ while leaving their children with MBJ and SQH. They get SQQ back, TLJ still stealing Xin Mo.     

  ABO verse 12/12 The situation ends with Xin Mo still possessing LBH, while the scenario pusher triggering both a cave-in and SQQ's heat, LBH and SQQ having sex. LQG still fishes them out but isn't angry with LBH, taking them both back for medical attention, TLJ and ZZL both alive. In the end, LBH, SQQ, and LQG wind up in a poly relationship, SQQ having fallen pregnant due to the cave papapa and having his and LBH's child, another cute boy with LBH's face and SQQ's eyes.   

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Damn, anon! Thank you for the delicious food! I sure do love me some bingliushen, ABO, and kidfic! And when they’re combined justt

[princeofvelvet]

Kinktober Day 27 - BingQiu - Against a wall

Read on ao3

CW: mild possessiveness, precum and spit as lube, too horny to wait biting, bruises, some blood

Luo Binghe was restless. The world, except for him, seemed unmoving. Not a leaf swayed with the wind, nor did any blade of grass stir. He knew Peak Lords’ meetings would often drag out for most of the day, and with Shizun about to leave with him again, it was no wonder other Peak Lords would try to keep him as long as possible. He swallowed hard, like he was in the midst of suffocating in an empty room, the images of that morning flashing in his mind.

Shen Qingqiu was fresh out of the bath. It felt like an eternity since he’d last touched him, so upon seeing him in those thin robes, water pearls still dripping from long silky hair to form a puddle at his feet, Luo Binghe lost all senses and blacked out. What brought him back was a loud thud and an “oomph” against his ear. He lifted his head and saw Shizun underneath him. Perhaps because of the hot bath, his eyes were shining, red-rimmed as they stared up at Binghe, and his skin glowing. Whatever rationality he recovered dissolved into thin air as he leaned down and swiped his lips with his tongue, tasting the sweetness of the water. Robes had ridden up and slid off shoulders, heat travelled between them in ragged breaths.

He hadn’t gotten two fingers inside him when the knocks on the door started.

Luo Binghe had done his fair share of waiting years ago. Thinking back, not much had really changed: he still tossed and turned eagerly, staring at the door, senses sharp and ready to catch Shizun’s footsteps outside at any moment, a hollow pit in his stomach and cold sweat on his palms as his mind began to wander. He didn’t like it then, and he didn’t like it now. To stop himself from overthinking, Luo Binghe pulled on his scalp until it hurt. Too much, not enough, too little.

No matter how much he tried to find in the pillow between his arms the warmth of the person he missed the most, he couldn’t be satisfied. It wasn’t heavy enough, not warm enough, not Shizun enough. His scent like soap, like sex, like the hot, salty layer of sweat on his body after they embraced hidden too deep in the pillow for him to get any sort of comfort even when he buried his head in it.

Fuck.

Finally, the steps he heard approaching the bamboo house made him tumble out of bed.

--- Shen Qingqiu---

The meeting had been boring.

Or perhaps he’d just been distracted. That morning, when Binghe saw him get out of the bath, draped only in a thin robe, his whole body had gone completely stiff. Luo Binghe had finally recovered the handsome face and body Shen Qingqiu was used to and once again towered over him, mere seconds away from tearing him apart with his newly-recovered strength and vitality. He’d really missed him. If he hadn’t previously agreed to attend another meeting, how could he have resisted Binghe pushing him down and pressing him under his body? Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t have had the disposition to pull himself away from the zealous arms holding him, ears deaf to the exasperated knocks on the door, Binghe’s face buried in the crook of his neck and inhaling the fresh scent of the bath steam still swirling off his skin.

“Binghe…”

“They can wait,” he said in-between loving bites, breath hot in his ear.

With how long they’d waited, there was no way to make it quick. He was barely dressed, still-damp hair cold on his back, his inner robe had ridden up with the movement and Binghe’s erection rubbed against him. He didn’t want to, but in the end, steeling his mind, he wriggled out of his hold, fixing his hair and robes hastily as he stood up.

“I won’t be long. Let’s return home when I get back, yes?” After a quick kiss, he disappeared behind the screen to get properly dressed.

Hours later, his body was still hot with the memory of those fleeting touches. He’d have to be made of stone to not be affected. Though outwardly he showed nothing, he spent the evening hiding his blush behind his fan, erection concealed by his sitting posture. He secretly wondered how Binghe was doing, and envied the fact that he was free to relieve himself while he was stuck pretending to listen to others’ conversation.

As he walked in through the door, something flew towards him, obscuring his vision. The room spinned as he stumbled backwards, trying to find his footing. It didn’t take long for his back to collide with the wall, trapping him between two hard surfaces. In the front, Binghe’s muscular chest rose and fell heavy against his, fluffy black curls tickled his cheek, a nose glued to his neck taking deep breaths, heating his skin and making him shiver. Behind him, Binghe’s arms were the only barrier between him and the wall. After the initial shock, Shen Qingqiu let out the breath he seemed to have been holding all day, hand caressing Binghe’s back. He had to admit he was somewhat endeared.

“You must have been lonely, I’m sorry this master kept you waiting.”

Luo Binghe shook his head without lifting his face, holding him like his life depended on it, one jump away from latching onto him with his whole body.

"Its okay, this master is here now. We can leave whenever you—"

His next words were swallowed by Luo Binghe’s lips, his back arching due to the force of the arms around his waist, skin contact hindered only by mere pieces of fabric. The kiss was deep, hard, almost sloppy, but not in the same way it was when Luo Binghe had no experience to speak of. This was more akin to the urgent fervor of a beast in heat attempting to devour him whole: teeth nipping flesh and then lapping at it, whether to taste blood or to heal it, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t tell.

He returned the kiss, matching Luo Binghe’s impatience by sucking on his tongue lightly and, for good measure, nibbling on it, inadvertently igniting a fire within his disciple.

--- Luo Binghe---

Fuck, fuck, fuck leaving, Luo Binghe thought, waiting a moment longer would be torture. He parted the kiss just for a second to gaze at Shizun and immediately the desperation to feel him again attacked him. It wasn’t a particularly cold night, but still the difference in their temperatures seemed like that of ice and fire; Binghe’s skin was burning up, his mind numb as he drank Shizun’s scent through his open mouth. Letting go of his waist, his fingers teared into the lapels of his robes, exposing more flesh for him to dive into hungrily, catching sensitive skin between his teeth. Shizun’s pulse sped up under his tongue, driving him to the verge of madness. He relished in the thought of it bleeding and scarring, of Shizun wearing him on his skin in plain sight everywhere he went, of him seeing traces of Luo Binghe whenever he looked in the mirror—

He pulled back to admire his work. It wasn’t bleeding, but Luo Binghe had made sure it would sting and burn. Under Shizun’s gleaming eyes he feigned innocence, ready to dive back in as he held him by the chin.

“Shizun can you… hang on to me for a bit?” He asked before their lips touched. He was scared of being refused, but to his surprise, Shen Qingqiu complied, wrapping his arms around his neck. Luo Binghe’s eyes widened, he couldn’t help but go in for another hungry kiss, utterly seduced by his eyes, his taste, his scent.

If his mind had been clear in that moment, he would have noticed Shen Qingqiu’s hips eagerly rolling against his erection, seemingly as frustrated with the amount of clothes between them as Binghe. But Binghe was only aware of his own intense grinding, pressing Shizun flush against the wall as he held his hips in place. Because he didn’t notice with his body, Shen Qingqiu had to use words. Trying to catch his breath as Binghe bit and licked his jaw all the way to his ear and nibbled his lobe, he choked out, “Binghe… The clothes.”

The ministrations stopped as Luo Binghe looked into his eyes with the fascination of a dog with perked up ears and a wagging tail staring up at its master, “here?”

Seeing his reaction, his face grew hot, “where else? Weren’t you the one who couldn’t wait just a moment ago…?”

His hands didn’t waste time, fingers slipping into his sash belt. He’d originally wanted to untie it, but the fabric ripped under his urgency and fell apart. Shen Qingqiu didn’t pay attention as his robes fell to his elbows, more concentrated on disrobing Binghe himself. When he noticed, he shook them off the rest of the way, letting them bundle on the floor.

Luo Binghe hadn’t seen Shizun so eager in a while, it made his head spin, his mouth water and his teeth tingle. With one hand on the back of his knee he lifted Shizun’s leg to his waist, his cock now freely rubbing between Shizun’s cheeks, his other hand gripping his erection.

---Shen Qingqiu---

Shen Qingqiu really didn’t know what came over him. All shame was thrown out the window, and what remained was a scorching need bubbling up in the pit of his stomach, like something had snapped inside him and was quickly leaking out.  He reached for Binghe’s face, caressing his jaw, like hesitating. When he made up his mind, he tentatively pressed two fingers to his lips. Binghe took them in hungrily, hot tongue lapping at them for a good while before Shen Qingqiu removed them.

Luo Binghe watched in awe, holding his breath, as Shen Qingqiu reached behind himself and teased the head of his cock, spreading precum all over his glistening digits. He was so immersed, his free hand forgot to keep pleasuring Shen Qingqiu in the front.

The first finger went in with ease, the heat of their interrupted morning session welcoming a second one almost right after. He was inexperienced in pleasuring himself from behind, but doing as Luo Binghe made his whole body burn, like his insides knew already what to respond to. Biting his lip, he pushed in a third finger, rubbing circles to stretch himself. His mouth was agape, vision blurring until Binghe’s addicted stare became unrecognizable. His fingers brushed near his prostate. This position was advantageous, he thought, body thrusting forward into Binghe’s chest.

“Binghe, it's good now, so…" Feeling his nerves convulsing around his fingers, he knew what his body was begging of him, but it was still hard to say. He covered up his shame with a moan, and there was no need for any more words. Binghe's eyes widened, a bright red color spreading across his cheeks.

It was cold with nothing inside, the residual tingle in his walls wanting to be rubbed more, to be stretched more, to be filled to the brim. Perhaps he really was getting used to Binghe’s size, or perhaps it had been long enough that he didn’t care. He whined instinctively, the leg around Binghe’s waist pulling him closer, hips trying to line up the head of his cock with his entrance.

---Luo Binghe---

How could he ever hope to resist when Shizun looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, swollen lips already nibbled blood-red under Luo Binghe’s teeth, letting out pants.

“Fuck… Shizun…” said Binghe through gritted teeth, pressing his forehead against Shizun’s. Fuck, he was intoxicating. His body missed Shizun enough to burn. He wondered if he felt it as well, the feverish heat of his boiling blood trying to engulf him. He wanted to ask is this okay? He wanted to say it’s fine if Shizun prefers to take it slow. None of that came out, but Shizun didn’t seem to mind, raising his head to kiss his lips, as if saying it’s okay, as if having read his thoughts and reassuring him. An insatiable growl escaped him, giving away his impatience, finally cutting that last thread of self-restraint as he nibbled supple skin desperately, his free hand grabbing Shen Qingqiu’s buttocks and spreading them. He pressed Shen Qingqiu against the wall, pushing himself inside.

Shen Qingqiu’s knees wobbled, his arms sitting on Luo Binghe’s shoulders for support.  

He gulped, “Binghe —Ah!”

Too hot. Shizun swallowing his length, Shizun gasping in his ear, Shizun’s nails breaking the skin on his back. It itches. It burns. It tears at his sanity with barbed claws. He didn’t notice when he lifted Shizun off his feet until a pair of well-toned legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, intensifying the feeling of penetration. The thighs around his body clenched as gravity forced him down. Luo Binghe couldn’t help but lose himself further in the pleasure, thrusting in with force. With a yelp, Shizun knocked his head on the wall of the bamboo house. Fuck…

Luo Binghe spoke in a lowered voice, almost too gentle to match his burning desire of fucking him senseless, “sorry…”

Shen Qingqiu clasped his legs tighter around his waist, pushing himself up. The movement was too much for Luo Binghe to handle; wrapping one arm around his waist and the other cradling his head, he began thrusting again, his mouth sucking on Shizun’s neck. Heaving chest-to-chest, he alternated between attacking his prostate and slowing down enough to call it tortuous, relishing in the voices Shizun let out. If only someone heard them… Heard how good he was making him feel…

“Ahh...Ugh… Bingh—ah—mmmhf—” Shen Qingqiu tried to speak, but all that came out were broken sobs and half-formed words. Without warning, he dug so deep into Shizun, every last inch of his body trembled.

Shen Qingqiu pulled on his hair, sucked on his earlobe, called out “Binghe… Binghe…” Electric currents shot up under his skin, every pore exalted and jealous of his ears for having such a sweet voice so close. the abused flesh. The pain on his scalp made him more eager, his thrusts brutal, drawing out his name from Shizun’s lips until he could only pronounce a jumbled, broken version. His thighs clenched at his sides, locking Binghe inside and unable to move as he trembled with his orgasm, cum shooting out onto their chests. The heat was too much to handle. Buried deep inside him, Binghe came as well.

There was no strength left on his body. But still every time Shizun started slipping from his hold, he’d push him up with his leg. The thighs around his waist had fallen, the fist on his hair was replaced with gentle fingers rubbing his scalp, and Shizun’s breathing evertually calmed down. It was so calm, in fact, Luo Binghe feared he might have fallen asleep. When he looked up, he saw Shizun lost in thought, still awake. His skin was blooming.

[grandmasterofwangxiancultivation]

94 You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.

okay, i know it’s supposed to be a drabble, but i went a bit overboard…? i hope it’s okay! i choose bingqiu for this prompt, it kinda fitted in my mind :3

Send me a number and i’ll write a drabble (or something longer)!

Rating: MaturePairing: BingqiuAdditional tags: canon universe, post-canon? sort of?Summary: In which Shen Qingqiu is sappy and he knows, Luo Binghe gets overprotective and Liu Qingge just wanted to help.

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Shen Qingqiu knew that going through with that idea would eventually prove to be troublesome. He had considered it before leaving, of course, watching Luo Binghe fidget nervously in front of him when he told him he was needed elsewhere, away from Qing Jing Peak, together with Liu Qingge.

The idea of parting from his Shizun never appealed him, but knowing that Bai Zhan’s Peak Lord would accompany him… he didn’t like it. Convincing him  had been hard, and it took Shen Qingqiu a great deal of coaxing and indulging his disciple’s requests to let him set off for Lek Yuen City with Liu Qingge. Yulan Festival was still weeks apart but rich merchants and nobles won’t listen to reason until they knew they were well protected and ghost-proofed. Asking their Sect for help in the matter had been a preposterous move, but with a Demon Lord among their ranks Yue Qingyuan had wanted to keep everyone quiet and content.

Everyone but Shen Qingqiu. He was already quiet and content in his bamboo house, studying some plant’s side effect and experimenting around a bit, thank you very much! How come he was the only one available?!

Closing the door behind his back and moving a couple of steps into the room, he sighed. Another day away from his Peak was over, and all in all, he couldn’t deny that he had had fun, venturing in the market streets and strolling through the forest on the edge of the city.

(He had found lots of interesting items, and every time he turned to show them to Luo Binghe, he realised he was either alone or in the company of someone else. His discontentment was probably obvious, if the furrowed expression in Liu Qingge���s face had been anything to go by.)

He took off his outer robe, untied his hair, let his body ease in the calmness of the descending night, breathing in the silence and forcing his body to sit on the bed and pick up the hairbrush he left on the bedside table that morning.

Let his mind drift, to the previous night and those before it since he arrived there, and how odd the feeling that had pervaded him from that moment on was, like the impending silence waiting him once he found himself alone in that same room was far from being comforting and relaxing.

Maybe, he merely wasn’t accustomed to it anymore, with what living together with Luo Binghe had done to his humble routine. Maybe, he had started seeing his apprentice’s presence as part of his daily life at a far deeper level than he thought.

Or maybe, it was much simpler than that.

A hand brushed the object between his fingers away from his hold, and all his senses snapped in him like a bungee cord.

Shen Qingqiu tensed and his hand flew to his waist, only to remember that he didn’t have his fan when he came back -he probably displaced it somewhere at dinner, half sure Liu Qingge would eventually find it and give it back.

So he prepared to attack with his spiritual energy, but than the person in the room speak, and an intense wave of relaxation washed over him, taking him totally by surprise.

“Shizun.”

“…Binghe.”

It took him a while to formulate a reply, with his heart in his throat for the scare and his limbs trembling for the sudden rush of adrenaline.

That apprentice was crazy!! Demon Lord or not, you can’t sneak up your master’s back like this!! Do you want to have him killed?! Do you even know how to perform CPR?!?

He settled for something more intelligible while calming his racing heart. How could he not sense his presence in the room? When did Luo Binghe become so good at stealth operations?!

“What are you doing here?!”

There was a smile on Binghe’s face -Shen Qingqiu couldn’t see it, his back at him while he brushed his hair, treading his fingers between the locks a couple of times, but he could somehow feel it, especially when he opened his mouth.

“This disciple couldn’t handle solitude. He missed his Sizhun too much.”

Shen Qingqiu ignored how something constricted in his chest -how the longing in Binghe’s tone seemed to mirror that bitter feeling he had been fighting off for days. Instead, he sighed and turned, lifting his chin a bit to look at his apprentice, kneeling on his bed with placid demeanor, as if he was restraining himself. He recognised the glint in his dark irises right away.

Shen Qingqiu swallowed.

“Did this disciple scare his Husband?” Luo Binghe added, apologetic, leaning toward him without diverting his gaze from Shen Qingqiu’s eyes and lowering it only when he was too bent forward to manage it. His intention became clear only when his lips pressed lightly on his shoulder, nuzzling it a couple of seconds before withdrawing and fixing his robe -Shen Qingqiu hadn’t noticed his sleeve had slipped down. The action -the intimacy that gesture spoke of- almost made him blush.

And what was with that sudden title?! When had Binghe turned into a smooth, tricky charmer?!

He breathed deeply, thinly observing him, gradually aware of his tense posture, the way his hands tightened on his knees with Shen Qingqiu’s gaze carefully settled on him. He sighed again, fully knowing what the reason behind the impatient gleam in Luo Binghe’s wide eyes was. Could he even reject such a puppy face? He didn’t have his fan to help him dodge the upcoming attacks, so it was much more clever to store energy for when he will really need it.

(Binghe had really made him shameless, making him use the lack of a weapon as an excuse to cave in, for once, and reaching for his disciple’s face it almost looked like he was admitting that he had dearly missed this, too. Missed him.)

Shen Qingqiu patted his head, allowing himself to smile sublty when the young man closed his eyes and relaxed under his touch, trembling. He turned fully, placing himself on the bed in front of him, and every hunch on nervousness he had ever felt in moments like this assaulted him when a hand reached for his, trapping it against a cheek when Luo Binghe’s eyelids lifted again.

None of them spoke a word, and Shen Qingqiu gripped his disciple’s shoulder when Luo Binghe came for him, an arm sneaking around his waist as his lips reduced the space between them.

He kissed him like years had passed since the last time and his lips parted in response without excessive coaxing, a trilling news Luo Binghe welcomed with a moan. He pulled him in the same instant Shen Qingqiu pressed forward, legs caging the Demon Lord’s hips and breath stuck in his throat at the craved proximity.

Binghe’s fingers intertwined with his hair, forcing his head down, the palm of his other hand slipping under the robe and tracing every patch of skin he could find, possessively groping his back and waist as Shen Qingqiu quivered, overwhelmed, clinging to him and reluctantly giving in to his own body’s demand.

He unfastened the string that kept Binghe’s hair up, letting it fall untidily, scraping his nape in circular movements to dispel the remaining tension and drawing another groan from his apprentice, his hips snapping up in reflex and making Shen Qingqiu break of the kiss, hissing in pleasure at the friction. He panted, ashamed, forehead resting on Luo Binghe’s.

“Shizun’s body missed me too, this disciple is incredibly glad” he mused, murmuring against his lips and leaning forward to playfully bite one of them, distracting him.

Gleeful disciple, Shen Qingqiu wanted to smack the edge of his fan on his head once more, but he had to resort to his hands, ready to protest and ultimately gripping his shoulders again as Binghe’s palm brushed downward to tease his cock, hidden behind his slacks. He moaned in his ear, back arching, his body a shuddering net of burning nerves in his disciple’s hands.

Traitor! Was a bit of abstinence from sex all it took to reduce his body like this?! He felt betrayed, insulted, deceived!! Why didn’t the System place him somewhere easier to reason with?!

“Did Shizun? Did my Husband miss this foolish disciple, too?”

He couldn’t think, he couldn’t beat around the bush with Luo Binghe’s palms on him like that, pushing on all the right buttons and clashing their hips together to elicit whimper after whimper from him.

Binghe was losing his cool, Shizun’s reactions too good, too lovely and intoxicating for him to not do something about it. He almost had him under him, pressed on the mattress, when someone knocked at the door.

Both of them froze, their labored breathe the only thing causing noises in the room, aside from the occasional knocking and voice accompanying them.

“Shen Qingqiu? Are you awake?”

Luo Binghe’s hands fisted, arms closing around a vulnerable Shizun.

“Why is he here? It’s late. Why would he come to your room?” he hastily whispered, barely remaining calm enough not to shout at the door. Shen Qingqiu pulled away from him, moving backward to recover more quickly.

Shit. Okay, Liu Qinge was outside his room and Luo Binghe seemed ready to rip his head off, judging from the way he kept eyeing the direction where the other Peak Lord could come from at any given moment. The last thing he wanted was to cause a scene, perfectly knowing how it was living with those two emitting testosterone whenever they were in the same place. Moreover, Luo Binghe he, the Demon Lord, should be here!

“Hide” he managed to say under his breath, not looking in his direction to not gauge his current appearance. “Hide and don’t come out until he is gone.”

“No! I’m not leaving Shizun alone with him in the middle of the night! What if he touches Shizun-”

Another knock. Liu Qingge probably heard noises.

“Shen Qingqiu?”

“He won’t” he replied quickly, getting off of the bed and fixing his inner robe while for something to put on. “Now do as I say!” he hastened him, slipping into his outer robe before turning and promptly walking toward Luo Binghe, all the while saying out loud: “I’m awake! Let me put something on” in the general direction of the door.

“If he-”

“He won’t” Shen Qingqiu assured him again, pushing him under the bed and ordering him to stay quiet. Luo Binghe begrudgingly obeyed, frowning.

Shen Qingqiu straightened his clothes, breathing deeply and trying to dissipate the remaining fog caused by his and Binghe’s… previous activity. He ventured to the door, unceremoniously opening it and revealing his fellow Peak Lord’s garbled expression. He smiled apologetically to him, moving aside to invite him in, glancing nervously at his bed.

“What is Junior Brother doing here this late in the evening? Something happened?”

Liu Qingge looked around, frown deepening, before his eyes settled on the one who welcomed him. His lips thinned.

Shen Qingqiu had surely tried to make himself presentable, but when Liu Qingge came in, he had felt the strong impulse to look elsewhere. Bitten, plump, shiny lips and disarrayed hair and robe told him all he needed to know -the malevolent, familiar energy he had felt and its closeness to Shen Qingqiu finding its righteous cause at last.

Luo Binghe was there, no doubt. But where did he go? Did he hide? Liu Qingge found the situation ridiculous, as if he didn’t know what kind of relationship they had. They had never made a secret of it when it started, so why all this discretion now?

“Where you sleeping?”

“Almost” Shen Qingqiu swiftly retorted, hands hiding in his sleeves.

“You left your fan on the table while we were dining” he explained. A sound disturbed the quietness of the room and Shen Qingqiu coughed, hand flying up to cover his mouth, apologising with a half bow.

“Ah, that’s right, I noticed it before going to sleep, I’m sorry it inconvenienced Junior Brother to the point of coming here instead of resting in his room.”

But Liu Qingge, the almost burberous, chivalry Lord of Bai Zhan Peak, waved him off, telling him with that gesture he needn’t worry.

“It’s not a problem. You always lose it and we never know when it’ll come in handy, you should be more careful with your possessions” he admonished, eyebrow flying upward when the same sound from before followed.

“Yes, Junior Brother is completely right, this Lord is too forgetful! Thankfully Junior Brother always manages to help and return whatever possession of this Lord he finds” he commented rapidly, trying to keep his attention on him.

“Don’t count on it as if it’s something you’re giving for granted!” he protested, shaking his head immediately after when he didn’t even succeed in sounding truly irritated.

A hiss.

Liu Qingge handed him the fan.

“This Lord promises to be more careful” Shen Qingqiu reassured him, taking the object and tilting his head to the side to smile contrivedly, shifting his weight from one leg to the other continuously. Suddenly, Liu Qingge noticed a strange, colored item caught in his hair, something that looked like a feather, and he acted on impulse.

“You have something in your hair-”

“Uh? Where?”

“Here” he said, pointing at the red feather with his finger, but Shen Qinqiu kept missing the spot, so he intervened.

“Wait, let me-”

Like a hurricane, a shadow barged on them, wrapping Shen Qingqiu in protective arms and sneering menacingly at the intruder.

“Hands off! Don’t touch Shizun!” he roared, tightening his hold, fingers shielding Shen Qingqiu’s head and pinning it under his chin, eyes burning in anger and tempted to incinerate Liu Qingge’s raised arm.

He dropped it.

Shen Qingqiu hit his own forehead with an open palm, mumbling at Luo Binghe and to himself: “You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.”

Luo Binghe’s rage quelled, and the blush on his cheeks spoke of something entirely different.

“What did Shizun said?”

“That you’re an idiot! I told you to not come out!”

“No, after that! What did Shizun do to that idiot?” he persisted, eyes glinting again, holding Shen Qingqiu flush to his chest, and the Peak Lord’s frustration and embarrassment was so evident, irises ashamedly eyeing him and pleading him to do something or go away, that Liu Qingge cringed for him.

“I’m out of here” he just retorted, not wanting to witness anything his eyes weren’t ready for. He left the couple alone, returning to the room next to Shen Qingqiu’s and hoping the walls were thick enough to spare his ears.

[delicioussshame]

Crime AU, but not canon for it. I just needed to get this get this out of my system.

Shen Jiu is furious. “I should have known you couldn’t have killed him.”

“I never said I did.”

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out?”

Shen Yuan doesn’t answer. Of course he didn’t. He’d known Shen Jiu wouldn’t be fooled by the story he gave everyone else. That way just left Shen Yuan’s pride more intact than if the fact that he’d been sheltering Tianlang-Jun’s only son had become public. His parents might have had to interfere, even. Better not to address it, and let everyone believe Luo Binghe was just another victim of their world.

“Once I’m done with him, I’ll bring you his head myself.”

“It’s too late. You can’t take him on.”

Shen Jiu’s teeth sink into the skin of his neck. “Watch me.”

Shen Yuan pulls at Shen Jiu’s hair. “You can’t. He’s reconstructed Tianlang-Jun’s empire. His generals are back together. Even if you managed to get him, you’d throw the whole family into another war.”

“You should have thought of that when you decided to let him go. Their blood will be on your hands.”

Shen Yuan lets his nails dig until his brother’s skull. “There will be no blood, because you won’t kill him. Binghe is willing to work with us. You’d be stupid not to accept.”

“He’s willing to work with you. Are you planning to take my place? Flaunt his support for you and strong-arm the family into making yourself the sole heir?”

Shen Yuan rolls his eyes even as his brother tears buttons off his shirt. “That was obviously my plan all along. Raise a child whose identity could have gotten me killed and hope he’d like me enough to support a coup against you in ten years. Because I can’t wait to shoulder all of the family’s business by myself. Can you even hear yourself?”

Shen Yuan’s breath turns ragged under his brother’s touch. “The beast obviously likes you more than enough for it. Were you two fucking before he left?”

Shen Yuan finds it in him to laugh. “As if I would have. Just admit it; you’re jealous. Always have been. Fuck, blackmail a shrink into dealing with your issues and fuck Yue Qingyuan until you’ve gotten this,” he gestures to the both of them, half-naked, bloody and bruised, “out of your system.”

“Like you’re not letting me do it. Don’t act like you don’t want this.”

“I don’t.”

Harsh whisper in the shell of his ear, punctuated with fingers wrapping around his cock. “Liar.”

[delicioussshame]

Some very tropey BingQiu modern AU.

Here are the facts.

1. Shen Jiu had disappeared, taking with him more than his share of the family’s fortune, not that it was near enough to incommode them gravely.

2. One of their factories had burned to the ground.

3. While the police had found no trace of criminal activity, no one in the Shen family was stupid enough to think those two events unrelated.

4. Convinced that Shen Jiu would come back for revenge (revenge for what? Shen Yuan had no idea.), his parents had decided he needed a bodyguard.

5. They had chosen Luo Binghe.

6. Shen Yuan had a sugar baby now.

That last one was not how things were supposed to happen. Shen Yuan is certain that if his parents had thought for even a second that Luo Binghe could end up in Shen Yuan’s bed, they wouldn’t have hired him. Shen Yuan was sure they still dreamed of him marrying some pretty debutante to fuel the family fortune.

As far as Shen Yuan is concerned, they should have hired someone less ridiculously attractive to live with him twenty-four seven. What was Shen Yuan supposed to do, never look at his roommate? Just ignore the person that insisted on cooking him every meal from the moment he saw the shit Shen Yuan usually ate, despite it not being in his job description? The person who basically put his maid out of a job, who was always worried about his well-being, who made sure he didn’t go to bed too late and who seemed like he had no interest beside those things?

It was too much for Shen Yuan to resist. It was just sad, for this man to waste his life protecting Shen Yuan from a threat he didn’t believe would ever show himself. Whatever Shen Jiu’s problem was, it wasn’t with Shen Yuan.

So Shen Yuan tried to get Luo Binghe to open up about what he would have liked to do if he wasn’t stuck in Shen Yuan’s apartment, and after a lot of insistence, had ended up signing them both up to the kind of cooking lessons Shen Yuan had no chance of being able to follow, but it’s not like he could send his bodyguard by himself? He wouldn’t be able to do his job that way. He was sure Luo Binghe could handle it for them both. Shen Yuan would just boil water or something.

He bought crappy romance novels and put them by his crappy stallion novels, figuring Luo Binghe would have no reason to be embarrassed if Shen Yuan embarrassed himself just as much. Just to make the message clear, he also bought tickets for that terrible romantic comedy he knew Luo Binghe wanted to see from the way he actually listened to the trailer when it came up.

He took Luo Binghe to the kind of fancy restaurants his parents visited all the time by themselves, too afraid of Shen Yuan’s poor digestive system failing on him. Shen Yuan has been eating terribly for years; fine dining has nothing on it. It was just too much of a shame for Luo Binghe to be stuck inside with homebody Shen Yuan all the time.

Sometimes Luo Binghe took offense to something they ate and remade it but better, so it was a win for everyone, really.

Shen Yuan even went so far as to go on walks just to get Luo Binghe some fresh air.

Yes, in theory all those activities made Shen Yuan a more accessible target, but since Shen Yuan did not believe himself to be a target and Luo Binghe was apparently confident that he could take care of whatever would be coming for him, they just ignore it. Surely his parents would approve of Shen Yuan spending more time in the great outdoors.

So, in retrospect, maybe he should have seen it coming when Luo Binghe kissed him. Poor Binghe must have been so confused, to find himself be offered nice things when he was already being paid to spend time with him. Of course he thought Shen Yuan wanted something in return. And what else could someone like Binghe offer that he wasn’t already?

Because Shen Yuan could be very, very dumb, he only figured this after he let Luo Binghe fuck him. He didn’t have that much experience, okay? When someone that hot made a move on him, Shen Yuan’s only option was to be thankful and acquiesce enthusiastically. Only after had he realised that Luo Binghe might have felt forced.

He’d been fully planning on falling on his knees (no, not like that), apologise and offer to liberate Luo Binghe from his contract without penalty, but when Luo Binghe had woken up, having slept more than Shen Yuan had ever seen him do, and smiled at him gently before kissing him more tenderly than he’d ever been kissed, these thoughts were wiped right off Shen Yuan’s mind. Luo Binghe wouldn’t smile at him like that if he didn’t want was Shen Yuan was offering, right? With so little free time, dates and luxury must be a welcome respite. Sure, Shen Yuan wouldn’t be anyone’s first choice, but he’s been to a few society parties. Compared to some of the scions he had the displeasure of knowing, Shen Yuan was a bargain.

If it works, it works?

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Please.

He knows people sometimes see his (very handsome if he says so himself) face and physique and decide there can’t be much more behind them, but come on. A direct confrontation? Really? While Shen Yuan is taking a nap too? Does he think Luo Binghe is a complete idiot?

“Stand back, Luo Binghe, it’s just me.”

Luo Binghe bites back his growl with much difficulty. Shen Yuan hasn’t used his last name in months. “If Shen Jiu takes one step closer, I’ll shoot.”

Shen Jiu freezes. “What are you talking about? It’s me.”

This time, Luo Binghe doesn’t bother to hide his eye rolls as he aims his gun.  “You couldn’t hope to be Shen Yuan even if you spent the rest of your very sad life trying. Now, for some reason Shen Yuan would prefer you remain alive, so you can go back from that door you just passed or I can shoot you and Shen Yuan can decide what to do with you if you survive.”

Luo Binghe sees the flimsy attempt at a disguise fall off at Shen Jiu stares at him with disdain. Nothing about this man reminds someone of Shen Yuan. Not his posture, not the way he speaks, not his shoes even if he made a barely passable guess at clothes Shen Yuan might wear. He doesn’t even smell right! Like Shen Yuan would wear cologne on a daily basis! It would be a travesty to hide his delicious smell behind artificial scents. “I see they finally managed to hire someone with a working brain. I suppose it’s my fault for getting complacent.”

Luo Binghe cocks his gun. “Last chance.” He really hopes he takes it too. If Shen Jiu dies, Shen Yuan won’t need a bodyguard anymore, and Luo Binghe doesn’t think he could handle leaving him.

Shen Jiu throws him a venomous glare but leaves without another word.

Good.

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“Your brother stopped by.”

Shen Yuan freezes, and takes in the lack of general destruction around him. “What did he do?”

Luo Binghe shrugs. “Nothing. He left when I figured out I knew he wasn’t you.”

“Wait, he just waltzed in?”

“Yes.”

Shen Yuan sighs. “Can’t we tell my parents that? He’s not going to kill me like that. I bet he just wanted to talk. How was he?”

Luo Binghe had no desire to tell his clients that. What if they believe him and end his contract? The only reason he’s hoping his contract will end is because of marriage. Luo Binghe wouldn’t take money to protect his own spouse. He would love nothing more than stay by Shen Yuan’s side until the end. “He seemed fine. We didn’t talk much.”

Shen Yuan frowns. “I see.”

Luo Binghe doesn’t like it when Shen Yuan frowns. Lucky for them both, he has the solution to that. “Breakfast is ready. Eat.”

Shen Yuan predictably lights up at the spread. Luo Binghe lights up at Shen Yuan’s reaction. It’s very gratifying to see his hard work is appreciated. Before this job, Luo Binghe had mostly worked as protection detail for children at boarding schools or teenagers on foreign trips, too young to take care of themselves and at risk of kidnapping away from their influent parents. They weren’t the most thankful.

When he’d gotten the offer to mind a fully-grown adult, he’d been wary. Surely whoever could afford him could afford housemaids, chefs and normal security? He’d been even more wary at his prospective clients’ description of their son: too frail for general society, valuing his privacy too much to allow for permanent help in his apartment, rarely leaving his house. This Shen Yuan would be a nightmare to handle, and would probably fight him every step of the way.

He’d still agreed because his clients had been genuinely afraid for their son’s life. They obviously lived in terror of getting a phone call from the police.

Shen Yuan had been nothing like he’d expected.

Oh, he could be moody and difficult, but he’d let Luo Binghe enter his house and his spare bedroom without trouble. He’d offered to feed him, despite the allowance his parents were giving Luo Binghe for him to feed Shen Yuan, and to provide whatever he needed to distract himself. He’d been mostly unobtrusive, and Luo Binghe had tried to do the same.

Except Shen Yuan had been insistent that Luo Binghe should enjoy his time with him. Luo Binghe had first thought Shen Yuan was just polite, friendly, or a natural host, strange as that might seem. Luo Binghe had first not wanted to impose, but when he’d finally broken, he hadn’t regretted it. He’d enjoyed the night outs, and the time outside, and the decent-to-delicious food.

The cooking lessons had nailed the coffin. Shen Yuan had been so obviously out of his element there, struggling to follow lessons intended for professional chefs. Luo Binghe had figured the first one would be the only one, and had tried to gain everything he could from it.

Except it hadn’t been. Shen Yuan hadn’t enjoyed it anywhere near as much as Luo Binghe had, but he had kept going, and as long as Shen Yuan went, so would his bodyguard.

Luo Binghe hadn’t understood, until he had, but when he did, he had been impressed. Luo Binghe would have never thought someone as introverted as Shen Yuan could be so smooth, and yet he’d managed to take Luo Binghe on multiple dates without him realising it. Because things like taking cooking lessons or letting Luo Binghe teach him some basic self-defense weren’t done because Shen Yuan enjoyed it. He did it because Luo Binghe enjoyed it.

Luo Binghe had had clients hit on him before. He knows what he looks like. He always said no.

Shen Yuan never hit on him. He always stayed unfailingly polite, apparently content to see Luo Binghe content.

It’s that side of him, this desire to make Luo Binghe happy while refusing to impose on him, that had convinced Luo Binghe to give this ill-advised relationship a try.

He hadn’t regretted it. Shen Yuan had been as sweet as Luo Binghe had expected, visibly floored at the idea that his affections were returned and eager to keep it that way. The kitchen was fully renovated and restocked soon after, now full of every single utensils Luo Binghe might ever want.

Luo Binghe supposed this was the kind of gesture ridiculously rich people made, like getting him a new coat and cashmere sweaters because he shivered once.

Sometimes, he felt like telling Shen Yuan that he made more than enough money to buy himself whatever he wanted, but since buying him things made Shen Yuan happy, and Luo Binghe knew he could easily afford it, he kept his mouth shut. He would just surprise him with a very nice gift for his birthday, or a ring worthy of him when he would propose, whichever came first.

He couldn’t wait to find out.

[delicioussshame]

So I had this idea and I decided to write it. Set in the poly universe, but not actually part of the main fic, and thus won’t make it to AO3. Explicit and huh... you’ll see. Darker than usual for this AU.

“Binghe, ah, you’re home… early.”

His husband’s eyes burn trails of fire on his skin as he stares at him, before he slides a hand behind his head and pulls him into a kiss like he wants to eat him whole.

Not exactly an unusual reaction from Luo Binghe when he returns.

Mobei-Jun doesn’t bother to stop touching him. Why would he? Luo Binghe won’t ask him to.

“Shizun.”

Shen Qingqiu swaps at him. “Husband.”

Luo Binghe nods, enthralled. “Husband.”

“Better.” How can something so simple be so hard to understand? Shen Qingqiu will never stop being grateful that Luo Binghe was never exposed to sexy professor/naughty student porn, or his sex life would be even harder to manage than it already is.

“I see Husband hasn’t been lonely during my absence.”

Shen Qingqiu still finds it in himself to blush, somehow. “And whose fault is that?” If Luo Binghe has a jealousy crisis now of all times...

But no. Luo Binghe stays silent, preferring to latch his mouth to Shen Qingqiu's neck and suck until Shen Qingqiu is holding him there with trembling fingers, while Mobei-Jun is pressing against his back and spreading his hands all over him. His thighs open of their own accord to make space for his husband to nestle closer.

Instead, Mobei-Jun takes advantage, hands sliding down to tease the sensitive inside of his thighs and occasionally brushing against his hard cock in a way he knows isn’t accidental. Shen Qingqiu cannot stop pleas for more from escaping his mouth.

It's Luo Binghe’s fingers that find their way inside him first, pushing inside and stroking exploratoringly until Shen  Qingqiu starts squirming and cursing the bad things he did in his past life that earned him not one but two lovers eager to tease and slow to actually act. It’s not like they’re not into it too. When they’re that close, he can exactly how affected they are. Meanly, he rolls his hips, taking his turn at teasing. Both of them growl, the deep vibrations travelling through Shen Qingqiu. See what messing with demons get you? This is what they should teach at the sect. Don’t underestimate demons, before you know it they'll have seduced you and then won’t deliver until you've gone crazy.

“Husband is so beautiful like this, this disciple cannot hope to resist him.” His fingers move deeper while Mobei-Jun’s trails his along his length, his own erection rubbing wet and dirty against his lower back. “But he would hate to force Husband into something he doesn’t desire. Will Shen Qingqiu tell this disciple what he wants? This Luo Binghe would never forgive himself if he did something wrong.”

Shen Qingqiu could... No, forget about could, Shen Qingqiu bites his husband hard enough to draw blood.

Luo Binghe bites right back, which has Shen Qingqiu flinch away from him. “Binghe!” He knows better! Their ideas of rough play are different and he’s very aware of it!

Luo Binghe looks repentant not at all. In fact, he licks the blood off his lips like he relishes the taste.

He also adds another finger and shoves it deep, relentless until Shen Qingqiu’s throat is sore from screaming. “Well, did Shizun make up his mind? Does he want more from this disciple, or does he prefer to remain like this?”

Shen Qingqiu has half a mind to just ignore his husband and pick his other, more respectful lover, who isn’t going to make him talk. No one ever complained that Mobei-Jun was too loquacious.

It would be a callous thing to do. Mobei-Jun still is Luo Binghe’s underling after all. It wouldn’t do to put him in a position where he has to oppose his lord. And while Luo Binghe is often, too often if you asked Shen Qingqiu, content to watch, the way he keeps fingering him and making sure Shen Qingqiu couldn’t give himself relief made obvious he would favor more proactive means tonight.

Shen Qingqiu sighs, or he would if he could. What’s the point of trying to resist Luo Binghe? That’s a fight he’s not going to win, nor would he want to. “This master is willing to let his husband have whatever he fancies, as long as he stops being a terrible tease and do somethi- AH!”

Mobei-Jun’s arms snake around him to hold him up as Luo Binghe grips his hips and pulls him toward him, fucking him hard, just on the verge of too much. Shen Qingqiu closes his eyes to free himself from the terrible glint in his husband’s eyes. Unsurprisingly, his hands are trapped in Mobei-Jun’s hold, unwilling to let him come at his own pace. His mouth lingers on the back of his neck, the touch barely felt when compared to Luo Binghe pushing into him deep.

When Luo Binghe finally comes, Shen Qingqiu barely has time to think before he’s being repositioned and sat on Mobei-Jun’s cock, his limp body offering no resistance as he’s being used for both their pleasure, Luo Binghe drinking in the sight. The still coherent part of Shen Qingqiu’s brain just knows he’ll be ready again before Mobei-Jun is done.

Shen Qingqiu is doomed.

“Shizun takes it so well, maybe he could accommodate us both?”

That wakes him right up. It’s not something they haven’t done, but not without extensive preparation before the event. Luo Binghe doesn’t just expect him to take both of their ridiculously large cocks in like it’s easy, does he? “I… Ah… Not tonight. It’d, it’d be too much…”

“Are you sure? You look capable to me.”

Shen Qingqiu shivers against Mobei-Jun. Maybe he… No. Not a good idea. Luo Binghe just came back, he’ll have stamina to spare, while this would destroy his. Also, “It’s Husband! Ah! And I… said no. “

Binghe frowns, visibly vexed by his opposition. “Husband would deny me?”

“It wouldn’t be safe.”

Mobei-Jun’s voice is almost startling. For a moment, Shen Qingqiu is worried this will degenerate. Mobei-Jun rarely dares to oppose Luo Binghe, especially in matters relation to his husband.

Luo Binghe’s qi flares threateningly, but it settles down without issue. “The last thing I want is to hurt Husband. If both he and my subordinate believe it wouldn’t be a good idea, I will defer to their good judgement.” His hand wraps almost painfully around Shen Qingqiu, scrambling his thoughts completely. “As long as he is still disposed to serving me after.”

Shen Qingqiu hardly hears those words, too dazed by his rising orgasm to care.

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Luo Binghe had not known what to expect when he would return, but it had not been this.

“Binghe, ah, you’re home… early.” Said with a healthy dose of embarrassment but not a hint of guilt. Likewise, Mobei-Jun had stood still, at attention but without fear. Obviously, neither of them had believed they were doing something wrong.

It looked like his counterpart’s life had become more exciting since the last time Luo Binghe stopped by.

From their lack of modesty as Luo Binghe devoured the delightful image their naked bodies made, his presence might even be welcome.

It’s not like he had been unfamiliar with this concept. Some of his wives enjoyed each other’s company. He didn’t begrudge them their pleasure. As much as he would have liked to, he just couldn’t attend to all of them properly himself. He had taken two or more of them to bed together more than once. This hadn’t been very different. And if he’d never considered bedding Mobei-Jun before, it was clearly a lack of imagination on his part. While it would not compare to getting Shizun to submit to him, which he definitely would this time, it would still be quite a thrill to get him to moan under him. Were they married here? Could this be allowed?

The situation had been too touchy to try his luck. If both Shen Qingqiu and Mobei-Jun figured him out, he would have to face quite a fight. But the reward would certainly be worth the risk.

Luo Binghe had approached the bed Shen Qingqiu and Mobei-Jun occupied, and had pulled his shizun in a kiss he gladly opened up for. He hadn’t even needed most of the drugs and artifices he’d prepared to make sure Shen Qingqiu would be willing. The only one he would use, he decided as he looked at the scourge of his life getting fucked out of his mind and loving every moment of it, was the pill that would cloud their mind, erasing the memory of his visit. It would work flawlessly, better than he thought it would. Since both of them would wake up together, they would explain away any lingering mark easily. That way, they wouldn’t tell his counterpart of his visit and would have no reason for caution.

It would make subsequent visits much easier.

[reallygrosssvsssthoughts]

Shen Yuan trains his body to take two cocks at once. When he's finished with his duty he'll quickly retreat in his room and take out his toys, playing with himself for hours until he could successfully take two of his toys at once. Shen Yuan's thankful for doing that, because when the time came to take Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge cocks as they fuck him it was easy.

HELL YES

SY loves them both, loves having sex with each of them, but one day when he’s the filling of their sandwich and LQG is thrusting against his stomach and LBH is inside of him he has a wicked idea. It’s insane, LBH’s cock is already monstrous, but he can’t get it out of his head. It’s embarrassing to secretly obtain those toys, but once he has them he finds out that with patience, he can stretch himself without pain to almost scary lengths. He gets LBH and LQG together and rides them to an inch of their lives. Though it’s wild when LBH rubs against the bulge in his stomach, and LQG won’t stop tracing his stretched wide hole where it’s tight around their cocks.

[insomniac-needs-a-fucking-nap]

Man Shen Yuan's wife beam be working overtime damn

Shen Yuan is a young demon prince from a rather unimportant kingdom; actually, his kingdom and his race of humanoid demon-snakes are actually so unimportant and unimpressive that not even Emperor Luo Binghe had been interested in getting the lands, or control of the kingdom... Or any of the princes! Of course they are loyal to the Emperor and serve under him, but... Luo Binghe hadn't tried anything!! Not even once!!!

Not that Shen Yuan is offended, though, the Emperor's HUGE harem is a crazy thing... He doesn't really want to be there nor anything like that. But it can't be a little hurt in his pride that the kingdom he grew up in and adores is so uninteresting to someone like the Emperor.

However, the final straw comes when Luo Binghe marries an Eastern Bird Demon Princess. Yes, she may be pretty as a painted doll, but the Eastern Bird Demons have shitty behavior! They are less interesting than Demon Snakes, much more flattering and fragile, conflictive and above all hypocritical! They don't even have their own venom or are capable of hunting their own prey!! They were just tasteless birds with huge tits and wings that shouldn't allow them to fly because of their anatomical inaccuracy!

"If you're so upset with Junshang's marriage decisions, why don't you marry him?" his younger sister says one day, fed up with Shen Yuan's ramblings. And Shen Yuan thinks, well, it's not a bad idea. Even if his sister didn't mean it at all...

But Shen Yuan KNOWS that he really needs to get the Emperor's attention before he just walks up and says "we have to get married, Junshang, because I find it disrespectful for you to marry with all the boring demons in the realms except my type. Which just happens to be me and not my older brothers or younger sister. I'm the only one willing to fix this."

... No, he would be dead before he even said Junshang correctly. So Shen Yuan must... Conquer the Emperor's heart!

Well, considering the huge harem, it's not a difficult task apparently. He will only have to pay for some rumors and stories of how some wives got to that place, prepare lots of court gifts and organize a big engagement party. After all Shen Yuan is very persistent and, above all, patient. He will obtain the Emperor's hand in marriage, and prove that his kingdom is not some insignificant little thing that can't even get the Emperor's attention!!

...

And one day, Luo Binghe starts to be attacked with stranges gifts.

They arrive at his office by confused royal assistants. And those gifts are the rarest and most expensive ones: swords made of crystal bone of an abyssal creature of the rarest kind, flowers with letters which explain all the effects on the cultivation of mixed-blood creatures, venom from a mythical beast thought to be extinct that can be consumed and used as a spice in recipes (which was accompanied by long letters containing strange cooking recipes that Luo Binghe had never heard of, and a more personal letter claiming that it would keep the Emperor entertained, since his mysterious penpal had heard that he enjoyed cooking).

The gifts keep coming, but they get stranger and stranger each time.

Crowns and hair jewelry of reverse reef corals, hairbrushes of mythical blue jade? Handmade perfume floral and exquisite that gave him peace just by smelling it? The essence of a flower that a single drop mixed with dry powder would work as the longest lasting eye paint?

Even silver scales of some demon presented with rubies and diamonds in the embroidery of a... wedding robe??? Exactly being the emperor's measurements????

Someone is... courting Luo Binghe? With useful and exquisite gifts, letters full of excessive details of someone erudite and chaotic, all with that strange air of mystery and power behind it? The servants who leave the gifts are mysterious, pale-featured and somewhat serpentine; Luo Binghe finds it strange to think that this kingdom is behind all this. Why would they do this if after of all, is the kingdom from which his cousin comes? Why would a kingdom that Luo Binghe is already a blood ally with want to deepen an alliance?

But that doesn't take away the absolute surprise that Luo Binghe feels with every gift, the way that every day he wait for something, even if it is a detail, a flower, a letter, anything. Luo Binghe, the Emperor of the Three Realms... is being courted for the first time.

He had courted all of his wives effortlessly some and with ease others. They had, of course, exchanged gifts with him in addition to the pleasures of their company… but none had even attempted to return the courtship. Luo Binghe had never considered it an offense, of course; before being an Emperor, he was a nobody. Now that he was an Emperor, he was just taking from the world what was his.

Being courted was not something Luo Binghe had given much thought to. Now, however, he is being courted by some anonymous person seeking his attention, and Luo Binghe doesn't understand why or how the hell he no longer has his future spouse at his desk, probably leaning on it, so Luo Binghe can lavish his attentions to thanks for every detail.

If it was his turn to be the sweet maiden who is courted and pays with his body and attentions, at that moment, even if he doesn't know who the hell his courter is, Luo Binghe is definitely very interested.