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100 - wet dreams
Not again.
Lan Huan dragged a hand down his face, finding his brother's scalding skin in his own touch.
The dreams were getting more frequent, more vivid. They were innocent at first: brushing A-Zhan's hair, holding him as he slept... Now he was tormented with visions of A-Zhan's naked skin on his lips, his breath on his neck, his trembling hand on his…
Lan Huan turned away from his brother sleeping next to him, so he wouldn't see as he pulled out the source of his shame, hard once again at the thought of the one he could never have.
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Jealousy. The first time Liu Qingge felt it, he was flying on his sword, he looked over to his side and saw Shen Qingqiu’s eyes not looking back, but instead fixed on his disciple with an expression he’d never seen him show anyone.
At the time, Liu Qingge didn’t know the name of the very specific pain that twisted his gut and pulled at his nerves, making him short of breath. He remembers thinking, why?
After everything he did to you, why?
Liu Qingge would become acquainted with this feeling a little more closely over the next couple of years.
For the ship thing, what about 21 or 25 with 65 for whatever ship that inspires you? 👀❤️
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Since I did 21 in the last one I chose 25 - Hanahaki + Voyeurism with one-sided LiuShen and established Bingqiu
That means if you're not looking for LQG getting cucked, this isnt the fic for you!! Ok with that warning out of the way:
“Binghe, we’re outside…” Shen Qingqiu’s voice barely raised above the rustling of the bamboo leaves, but still managed to stop Liu Qingge dead in his tracks. “Someone might hear us.” A wet smack of lips followed, broken only by hard breathing and the whisper of fabric shifting.
A searing pain crawled up Liu Qingge’s throat, and suddenly it became very hard to breathe. He mentally cursed, covering his mouth so he wouldn’t give himself away with the coughing fit that was about to overtake him.
The start of the pain was always unbearable. It froze his body and tore at his nerves, making his knees buckle and his limbs vibrate with anguish.
It hurt. It hadn’t hurt this bad since the last time Shen Qingqiu had come to visit, announcing he had married that beast.
But this one was so much worse. Worse than the time he woke up choking on petals and blood, still riled up from a dream where Shen Qingqiu undressed before him. Worse than the day Shen Qingqiu walked out hand-in-hand with that beast forever. Worse than—
A moan pulled him out of his thoughts, and his helpless ears could do nothing but hear, and his treacherous eyes couldn’t help but to look, and his disobedient legs didn’t help him run.
His throat ached as if seized by thorns, meanwhile out of Shen Qingqiu’s throat came out a symphony of moans and words that peaked in time with Luo Binghe thrusting into him, and waned when Luo Binghe pulled back. “Ahh...Ugh… You’re—ah—not listening to your —mmmhf— Shizun… What —will —you do if —ahh— someone comes?”
“Let them see,” replied the beast, and their lips found each other again.
Hey anon you might have meant yandere swd but ive been really feeling sqx obsessed with his brother to the point of madness and that’s what i bring. I hope you enjoy regardless! But be warned there’s Dub/non-con, drug use, manipulation and hypnosis ahead (and the Shiblings fucking)
Shi Qingxuan sat on the bed, waiting, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of his mind the more seconds passed without a sign of his brother. He closed his eyes and stilled his breathing as if to sharpen his senses to the shrill cry of the longevity locket over his heart should it start to call. It wasn’t rare for his brother to extend the time he spent with his friends, and usually Shi Qingxuan let him off after some pouting and teasing, playing hard to get or making him jealous telling him about Ming-xiong, but today Shi Qingxuan’s patience had bubbled up to a boil more intense than their jealous entanglements.
When Ge came in through the door, Shi Qingxuan did not bounce up to greet him like he usually would. He was facing away without moving, with the deceptive calm of still water.
“Qingxuan?”
He ached to throw himself into Ge’s arms and taste his lips to make sure no one else had been on them, to ask for proof that he’d missed Qingxuan as much as Qingxuan had missed his Ge.
“Did you have a good time with your friends?” Shi Qingxuan asked, hoping not to make his aggrieved state too obvious. Ge’s robes hit the floor and his knee came up on the bed behind Qingxuan.
“Mmh,” he said. “Ling Wen ditched us early to go work.”
The pit of his stomach shriveled, but Ge did not seem to notice, brushing aside Shi Qingxuan’s hair to kiss up his neck.
“So it was just you and Pei-xiong tonight, drinking?”
The mind could do awful, terrible things, and Shi Qingxuan’s was on fire thinking of anyone touching his brother, his husband, his. Shi Qingxuan’s. No one else’s.
Ge was too busy kissing him to pay attention to the question. He smelled slightly of alcohol, but it was mellow, he wasn’t drunk. Qingxuan gave in, turning his head and kissing him back, breathing a sigh of relief into Ge’s lips when he found no other taste.
Shi Wudu let himself be pushed down on the bed while his little brother undid his inner robe and found the front of his pants, but before going further, he parted the kiss and reached for something on the bedside table.
“Drink with me?” Qingxuan asked, honey-sweet, holding a cup up to his face.
Shi Wudu squinted at him suspiciously.
“You drink first.”
“It’s just wine.” Qingxuan pouted.
Despite shooting him a suspicious look, Shi Wudu wasn’t about to deny him anything, no matter how small. He downed the cup in one gulp, which made Qingxuan smile. He poured himself more wine in the same cup Shi Wudu had drunk from and downed it just the same. He seemed happy.
The kissing resumed with a fiery fervor that slowly died down as Ge’s body relaxed from the medicine. Shi Qingxuan continued like nothing, stroking Ge’s cock before guiding it to his pussy.
“Qingxuan, what…”
“Shhh.” Shi Qingxuan drowned his question with a kiss, sliding down Ge’s length until he sat on his hips. “Ge, just promise Qingxuan you won’t meet Pei-xiong anymore,” he whispered against his lips.
Shi Qingxuan began to move, slow at first, and then at a pace he knew his brother would enjoy. The kind of medicine he gave him worked best when the person taking it was at their most agitated. Shi Qingxuan didn’t want to hurt his brother or make him suffer, so he chose pleasure to excite him enough for it to take effect.
“You won’t even remember him, promise me, yes?” Shi Qingxuan rubbed her breasts on her brother’s chest, fully taking on a female form for him.
“Qingxuan, wait…”
“You won’t even think about him...”
Her fingers wandered down to rub her clit as she whispered to her brother, aroused more from the idea of Ge finally being only hers than with the sex itself tonight.
Shi Qingxuan was barely awake when he noticed Ge was already up and sitting at the foot of the bed, putting on his shoes.
He tried to call out but only managed a sleepy groan that nonetheless caught Ge’s attention.
Ge turned and accepted the hand that Shi Qingxuan had extended towards him, and kissed his knuckles. “I’m being called on a mission, you go back to sleep,” he said, tucking Shi Qingxuan’s arm back under the covers.
“Will you come straight home after you’re done?”
“Where else would I go?”
“Thought you might want to visit Pei-xiong.”
Ge’s forehead creased with amusement, like he thought Qingxuan was just sleep-talking.
Or, "that one scene where LBH kisses the Real SQQ without realizing it except they don't get interrupted"
Luo Binghe held Shen Qingqiu flush against his body, scared he might disappear into thin air like in many of his dreams. In them, Shizun’s body was limp, his spiritual power depleted along with the color on his face.
Tonight’s dream was different. Seeing that strange cultivator that Sha Hualing had caught must have stirred within him five long years of yearning, making them topple over and come crashing down. Kissing him felt real in a way no other dream of his had even come close to. Every bite caused a reaction; a hitched breath, the taste of blood, the tensing of the body in his arms. His mind had even recreated the smell and temperature of Shizun’s body, two things he’d missed so much while holding onto his corpse.
He’d tried his hardest not to disrespect his Shizun’s memory. But his mind was treacherous; a deep, deep sea luring him in until he was engulfed. Luo Binghe shivered, his pants getting tight between himself and Shizun’s body. This, too, felt overwhelming.
When he woke up, he realized the mess he’d made of himself had spilled onto Shizun’s body as well. Cumming in his dreams had never felt so intense.
Happy valentine's day!! ❤️ i hope this lil soul bond + ritual sex qijiu is at least a lil bit entertaining
There was absolutely no way to make it shorter so it just kinda Stops... it's more the beginning of a longer fic than a short fic
“If you’d be more comfortable with it, I can be on the receiving end.”
All color drained from Shen Jiu’s face. He paused his absent scowling to stare at Yue Qingyuan like he’d grown a second head.
“I…” Yue Qingyuan tried to explain, but Shen Jiu stopped him, lying down on his back, his arms covering his chest instead of his crotch, like he sought the comfort of a hug more than to hide.
“Just do it and get it over with. I don’t want this any more than you do.”
How to tell him that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with Shen Jiu, but that he didn’t want it to be like this. They'd been chosen because of their powerful soul bond, which would only get stronger with dual cultivation. Whether this would shatter their already cracked friendship, no one seemed too concerned about.
Neither of them was in a position to receive, much less give anything, the atmosphere too awkwardly thick to get in the mood.
But Shen Jiu grew impatient easily, and this time was no different. He clicked his tongue, switching his position to lie on his stomach with his head facing Yue Qingyuan.
"Xiao Jiu!" Yue Qingyuan quickly grabbed his shidi by the forehead so he wouldn’t go further, but he quickly retracted it in shame.
"Don't call me that," Shen Jiu said, unconcerned as he grabbed Yue Qingyuan's flaccid cock and put it in his mouth.
"What are you doing?!"
Shen Jiu rolled his eyes like he couldn't believe the question. And to be fair Yue Qingyuan knew exactly what he was doing. He meant stop.
