#fem lbh

[gutsheapofrawiron]

in the genderbend case where bingjie has a male harem and not a lesbian paradise palace situation going on I think the men should all be AT LEAST at liu qingge level of male beauty. nothing less than that

[shrimpchipsss]

every night

[theladysunami]

Consider: Fem!Shen Yuan transmigrating in to a reverse harem drama loosely based on Cinderella.

Naturally Shen Yuan ends up as the "evil" stepmom, Shen Qingqiu.

From Shen Yuan’s perspective, all she does differently from the original goods is she offers a tiny bit of comfort when Binghe’s father dies, and she acts grateful instead of bitchy while making Binghe do all the household chores.

(Shen Yuan also buys "the household" top tier quality cooking implements, a great variety of cook books, and every rare ingredient and spice she remembers Binghe coveting… not to mention privately punishing the step-siblings whenever they're nasty, and "covertly" slipping Binghe all sorts of high quality but plain looking gifts… but those things surely don’t mean much.)

‘Somehow’ this results in Binghe being super territorial about chores, and not giving two shits about any of the handsome bachelor love interests. Not even the prince! In fact, Binghe is insistent on being both Shen Qingqiu’s cook and her personal maid, and seems weirdly eager to get her step siblings married off as soon as possible.

Binghe just wants everyone out of the house, and out of her hair, so she can enact her 12 step stepmother seduction plan in peace!

[caspertheloudassghost]

Gender swap bingqiu where LBH still had an all-female harem so SQQ knows that LBH is a lesbian, but still can’t put together that Bing-mei is attracted to HER due to a combination of her regular mental gymnastics and lesbian mental gymnastics.

Like you know how as a lesbian you can never tell if they are calling you “girlfriend” or “girlfriend”? This combined with SQQ’s brand of denial be excellent. LBH is calling her all sorts of pet names and holding hands and climbing into her lap and kissing her and sharing her bed and doing her hair and outright playing with her shizun’s boobs on a date in a hidden oasis in the demon realm with homemade pastries and SQQ is just “We really are such close friends!”

Not sure if Binghe would be having it harder or easier than cannon. On the one hand she can do and say practically anything and SQQ will never figure out she means it romantically. On the other hand she can get away with practically anything and SQQ will never figure out she means it romantically.

The novel would take twice as long to establish their relationship but also they share a bed and kiss casually and spend every waking moment together beforehand. They have had sex at least twice before SQQ puts it together.

LBH: I love you. Every day I wake up next to you I rediscover my purpose. I was born to see you smile softly in the gentle rays of a new dawn. 🥰

SQQ: OMG Same! You are the light of my life <3

[zartbird]

ANOTHER ONE THANK YOU

[sorrowfulwill]

cringetober day 20 tumblr sexywoman

all characters were requested by my friends except wilhamena I did that one for me

[shenqingqiuenthusiast]

So...fem Bingqiu is it?

[rnoonjelly]

My fem!SQQ & fem!LBH sims are available for download Here!

♡ - Includes Tray files and CC for the characters only - no clothes/accessories are in the folder ♡ - Please do not claim the sims as your own creation! ♡ - my photo lighting is Gentle CAS Lighting ♡ - if you use them in your game and post about it, I'd love to see :)

[hexenmond]

a fediverse tumblr

Dumping this here real quick because my brain is running away with me again and I can't follow fast enough.

I read some posts about transfem having to play whack-a-mole here on tumblr in the role of the mole… and it reminded me of two things:

tumblr has, for all its differences, some of the same problems as other corporate-owned social media sites, namely the users having to roll with whatever gets thrown at them.

Years ago (back when porn bots felt like the bane of my existence, ugh) I already had this idea of a fediverse, open source version of tumblr, like Mastodon is to Xitter. (is that pronounced "quitter"? "shitter"? idk)

And honestly? While I'm not currently active on Mastodon I've hung out there enough to know that it's by no means perfect, but it's a really good space to build a home in. And if you don't like the server you're on, you can move without losing any connections! That's a hell of a lot better than only being able to do an export of your blog that contains no information on your mutuals at all.

The biggest issue with fediverse is that somebody has to run, and very importantly pay for, a lot of servers. I've been looking for a PeerTube instance that accepts new people and there are vanishingly few at the moment, which I can totally understand but it's a serious hindrance to large scale adoption as it would be needed for tumblr folks.

On the other hand – there's AO3. Proving that it could be done, if enough people wanted it. And gods, we could do so many cool things with open source, user accessible code!

We could put in so many Easter eggs! Like that million and a half reblogs post that I saw this morning that summons a weird ask into your inbox. Or boops for April Fools. Or a spooky skeleton hunt for Halloween. (Or, indeed, swap the two in one year 😂😂😂)

We could keep the tags as they are but consolidate the most common ones in filters. We could optionally do reblogs with text versions of tags. We could have a fucking excellent search function! We could communicate with other parts of the fediverse, strengthening the whole.

Naturally we'd build a really well thought out import function that lets everyone import their tumblr blogs, even if they've been shitposting three times a day for fifteen consecutive years (woooo the minds boggles at that raw amount of data – I hope tumblr can even export it???), and re-link the usernames whenever someone new imports their stuff, so the usernames on posts with many reblogs would be named "iamatumblruser-not-migrated-yet" until they do, and they're maybe "ichoseanewusername (iamatumblruser on tumblr)". Opt-in of course.

Oh! We could get companies to sponsor the whole thing, or single servers maybe, and let them run ads in exchange. BUT those ads would of course be opt-in as well! So the companies would really have to up their ad game. (Not sure this would work with any crowd except the weird tumblrinas, but I think this could produce some really interesting results. I for one would pay attention to those companies.)

We could do public requests for and votes on code features. We could have a whole server only for trans women who got banned on tumblr. We could let people tag their blogs as a whole to make finding friends easier. Hell, we could give the thing a solid algorithm and make those "based on your likes" posts etc. opt-in! So if you want them they bring you cool things, and if you only ever want to see the posts from exactly three blogs that you follow religiously, that is also totally easily achieved.

Sigh… my brain is inventing paradise send help…

[kaira-diaries]

Teacher's Pet:

⚠️: smut || age gap (18+) || teacher’s pet trope

pairing: professor!in-ho x fem!reader (no games)

wc: 1.2k

a/n: now that I’ve watched LBH’s entire filmography I’m obsessed with his teacher roles…don’t know if should do more drabbles for this story? Kinda like the idea of continuing their relationship.

summary: ya’ll already know

-> Masterlist <-

It wasn’t like you meant to fall in love.

If you could even call it that.

Infatuation seemed more fitting—an unshakable pull, a slow-burning ache that settled deep in your bones. Perhaps even obsession, the kind that took root beneath your skin and refused to let go.

You weren’t some naive teenager.

You were a junior in college, fully grown, well past the age of consent, old enough to know better. And yet, nothing had prepared you for him.

Your Literature Professor.

Older, impossibly refined, with a presence that commanded attention without effort. His voice was rich, deliberate—each syllable a slow caress against your ears. His eyes, dark and unreadable, held the kind of secrets that made you want to drown in them. And when he spoke, quoting poetry and prose with an intimacy that felt illicit, you could do nothing but sit there, enthralled, burning beneath the weight of his words.

It wasn’t supposed to happen that one night.

But it did.

You sank into the plush cushions of his living room sofa, the scent of aged paper and faint traces of espresso lingering in the air. The space around you was a sanctuary of words, lined wall to wall with books that carried the weight of centuries, their spines cracked and well-loved, whispering stories from every corner of the world.

Your gaze drifted across the towering shelves, fingers itching to trace the gilded titles. Then, one book in particular caught your eye—its cover worn, edges softened from years of handling. Curiosity pulled you to your feet. You stepped forward, the floor creaking beneath you as you reached for the novel, its leather binding cool beneath your fingertips.

Flipping it open, your breath hitched. Nearly every page was marked with notes, the margins filled with hurried scrawls in a familiar, precise hand. Observations, questions, underlined passages—traces of a mind that dissected literature with an almost obsessive devotion.

Of course.

Dr. Hwang had always been relentless about annotating. He preached the importance of engaging with the text and of leaving a mark on the page as proof of understanding. And now, seeing it for yourself, you realized he didn’t just teach this—he lived it.

A strange warmth curled in your chest, a quiet thrill at witnessing something so intimately him.

"Snooping?" His voice cut through the quiet, low and smooth, pulling your attention instantly.

You turned toward him, pulse-quickening as your eyes took him in. His usual reading glasses were absent, allowing the warm glow of his deep brown eyes to shine unfiltered beneath the dim lighting. His black hair, normally neatly combed, had fallen into an effortlessly tousled state, strands curling slightly at his temples. And his shirt—half unbuttoned, revealing a sliver of collarbone and the faintest hint of his chest—was enough to send a rush of heat straight through you.

The sight of him relaxed and undone in the privacy of his home, nearly made you come apart.

You swallowed, grounding yourself by pressing the book closed against your palm. Your eyes flickered to the title before glancing back up at him.

"You have quite the collection, Dr. Hwang—"

"In-ho," he interrupted gently, his gaze holding yours with quiet insistence.

A small smile tugged at your lips. "In-ho," you repeated, the name rolling off your tongue with a newfound intimacy as if speaking it aloud changed something between you.

You placed the book back, walking across the living room to him. God he was beautiful..so strong, yet gentle. You nearly shuttered as his hands curved around your waist pulling you into him.

He sighed as his long fingers caressed the skin of your neck, just over your pulse. "This is shameful."

Your lips parted, breath hitching as his hovered just a hair’s breadth away—so close, yet not close enough. The anticipation was electric, a charged silence stretching between you for a fraction of a second before he closed the distance.

The kiss was deep, slow, devastatingly experienced. He didn’t rush—he knew exactly what he was doing, how to unravel you with the way his lips moved against yours, how to make you sigh into him as his tongue teased yours, coaxing rather than demanding. Every motion, every flick, and stroke was deliberate, leaving you dizzy and clinging to him as if he were the only thing tethering you to reality.

Your friends knew you were seeing someone, but you’d been careful—strategic, even—about the details. You never mentioned who he was, never let slip the little things that might give him away. And, of course, you’d completely omitted the one fact that would send them into a frenzy.

His age.

Forty-five. Nearly twice yours.

Twenty-one and forty-five isn’t that bad… right?

The thought alone made you cackle every time you tried to defend it in your mind. Maybe you should feel conflicted. Maybe you should care about the whispers, the judgment, the moral grayness of it all.

But then his tongue brushed against yours again, expertly, wickedly, pulling a soft whimper from your throat, and just like that—any lingering doubt, any concern for right or wrong—simply ceased to exist.

Another hand found its way to the back of your head, taking a fist full of your hair.

You’re probably wondering how the two of you ended up here.

Let’s just say it might have had something to do with your insufferable class participation—the way you challenged him just enough to be intriguing, how you always had an argument ready, your voice laced with just the right amount of defiance to make him smirk.

Or maybe it was the way you chewed on the ends of your pens, absentmindedly biting down as you listened to him lecture, completely unaware of how his eyes would flicker toward you, his train of thought stalling for just a second too long. You had no idea, at first, that he noticed—the way you stared at him a little too intently, lashes fluttering as if you weren’t hanging onto his every word.

And then there were your visits.

The ones that started out innocently enough—stopping by during office hours, armed with questions about literary theory, with scribbled notes and highlighted passages. But then the conversations started to stretch beyond the curriculum, turning into something softer, something dangerous. You’d linger too long, leaning just a little too close, your laughter filling the dimly lit space of his office.

Flirting was inevitable.

Touching came next.

But never kissing..at least not until tonight.

You remembered the first time the air between you changed.

It had been subtle(kinda, not really)—a shift so delicate(You'd beg to differ) it could have been ignored if not for the way it made your pulse stutter(yeah, right). A moment suspended in time, when his gaze held yours for a second too long, when his hand brushed your thigh beneath his desk his fingers lingering, making heat bloom under your skin and warmth pool between your legs.

He was so close, and you hadn't remembered what the two of you were talking about, but did it really matter?

Once his fingers had skimmed the material of your underwear you blinked, licking your lips. "Is this okay?" he had asked. He wanted permission. And while you didn't give it verbally, you embraced his hand pushing it beneath your lace underwear. Wanting his fingers to dig deep into you.

That was a week ago.  

Tonight, he'd invited you over.

And you'd never been so quick to accept an invite. (yikes)

His lips broke from yours, teeth scraping against your cheek as he sucked at your neck, "always so good for me in class," he practically breathed into you. Your hands grabbed at his neck, pulling him in more...if that was even physically possible.

"Always so stunning for me."

Right..did you forget to mention your dress code? And how it drastically got more..dangerous.

It wasn't like this was breaking any rules. Was it unethical? Hell yeah, it was, but what was college without a little drama? You're only young once right?

Time must have warped...or you somehow teleported to his bedroom, and the time read 3 am.

Hell, you couldn't tell which way was up or down as he dragged you into your fourth orgasm of the night, pulling you from your hands and knees to collide with his chest from behind. His moans filled your ears as he nudged into your neck, arms wrapped around your torso, hands tangling with yours.

You knew you were in trouble as he whimpered your name.

But the best part?

He knew he was in trouble, too.

Because no matter how much restraint he tried to summon, no matter how often he reminded himself of the lines he shouldn’t cross, you had an unshakable grip on him. It was maddening—this pull, this undeniable force that wrapped around him like a vice, refusing to let go.

You were young. Too young for him.

Beautiful, in a way that was effortless, in a way that made it impossible not to look.

And smart—so fucking smart.

It was your intelligence that ruined him the most.

He had noticed you the moment you walked in on syllabus day, slipping into your seat like you belonged there, like you were meant to be seen. There had been something about the way you carried yourself—self-assured, observant, a quiet confidence laced with just enough mischief.

Then you spoke.

And that was it.

Sharp, articulate, never hesitating to challenge an idea or poke holes in an argument. You were fearless in the way you debated, your mind quick, your words calculated. He told himself it was admiration—professional, appropriate. But admiration shouldn’t make his chest tighten when you look at him like that. It shouldn’t make his thoughts wander to places they had no business being.

And yet, from the moment you took that seat, he was doomed.

->Part Two Here<-

[gutsheapofrawiron]

now imagine takarazuka fem bingqiu

[shrimpchipsss]

peerless melons vs. luo binghe's mommy issues

(from peerless melons vs the patriarchy by x_los)

[sairusboom]

FEM!bingliushen // genderbend

svsss art 2024

SQQ: Welcome back, Shimei

LBH: I won again! 👐🏻🍒

SQQ: Binghe- be more gentle

uncensored on bluesky

[filthygalli]

All He Ever Wanted

OneShot: Fem! Reader x Gwi Ma

Main Masterlist

LBH Masterlist

Warnings: MDNI! +18, Possesive! Gwi Ma, Creampie, P n V, fingering, choking, praise kink, manipulation, Dom x Sub dynamic, Gwi Ma in a human form, mention of mental illness, blood, size kink if you squint, squirting, pet names, nipple play, licking, shower sex, pure filth tbh.

Word Count: 2648

Author’s Note: This was so fun to write, i have seen tons of Gwi Ma related art on X and they’re all so beautiful! Btw credits to @/morphoiogist on and @/Artist_artibear for this masterpiece! Go support the artists! 🧑‍🎨

You’ve been married to Gwi Ma for over 10 years, you know his secrets, that he’s a demon king who thrives on the souls of humans to be free from the demon world into the human world, your world.

You were in huge debt when you met him, scared that you might not make it a day, you have no money, barely getting enough food, but then you started to hear these voices inside your head, you thought you’re just being paranoid because of stress and lack of food in your body, but you weren’t. One night, you were looking at yourself in the mirror, eyes full of dark circles, lips chapped from dehydration, you sighed to yourself as you sobbed uncontrollably, wishing for it all to end. Then you heard a voice, a warm and powerful voice, “Aren’t you tired from all of the suffering?” It echoed through your head as your eyes widened as you looked behind your back, no one was there, “Who– who’s in there–?” Your voice is trembling in fear, the voice speaks again, “Someone who might end your suffering,” you looked around—eyes widened, “I- show yourself!” You yelled as your voice echoed through your small apartment, “If that’s what you want, little one.” The mysterious man spoke again and then a sound of deep chuckle filled your head as a glowing flame appears in front of you, suddenly your heart skipped a beat—you couldn’t move, it felt like you were frozen, eyes widened as your pupils dilated as if you were staring into the abyss, “Happy now?” A tall man towered your figure, he slowly walked towards you—as if he’s walking to his prey, his eyes glowing, purple marks inked in his skin, “Who- who are you..?” You managed to speak, he didn’t answer, you hit the cold wall behind you as he continued to walk slowly towards you—closing the gap between you as he pressed his body to yours, he grabbed your chin between his digits, his nails sharp, it graze your skin like a needle, you hissed, “I’m someone who can help you,” he confessed, eyes never leaving yours, “someone who can get you out from all of the sufferings,” he continued as he traced his fingers on your cheeks as you dared not to look at him, “You’re safe with me, I’ll make sure of it, little one.” He added as he leaned down to place his lips on your jaw, “I’ll make you mine,” he muttered against your skin as he pressed his lips against it, “Mine to worship.” He muttered, licking your skin all the way up to your cheeks, you hissed, heart racing, “Please–“ you begged as a tear rolled down on your cheeks, the man chuckled as he tasted your tear, the sound of his chuckles sends shivers down your spine, you felt like you couldn’t breathe, “Mine to protect.” He muttered as he leaned back up, eyes never leaving yours, “Look at me, Y/n.” He growled as he clamped a hand on your throat, a force that was enough to catch your attention back to him, “Pl-Please—“ you choked a gasp, “Look at me when i talk to you.” He muttered, eyes still glowing orange, You were holding his hand, to let go of you—your eyes are getting blurry, you’re about to pass out when he lets go of your throat.

Your body collapsed on the floor, choking and gasping for air, he looked down at you smirking to himself, “You should be thankful, little one.” He scoffed, you glared up at him, eyes filled with tears, “Fuck you.” You spat on him, he grinned darkly, “As you wish.”

You moaned like your life depends on it as you ride the man who told you that you will be saved from all of your sufferings, Gwi Ma, as he said. His nails dug deep on the flesh of your hips as you cried out his name, “That’s it little one, such a good girl.” He praised you as you bounced on his cock, You were fully naked, your body displayed beautifully in front of him, his eyes trailed on your breast as it bounced perfectly, your skin, your soft skin that glows under the moonlight, he leaned down to suck one of your nipple, “Don’t you dare stop.” He muttered before biting your nipple as you gasp, he flicked his tongue as he looks up at you, his eyes glowing, you did as you told as your hips grind against his, the tip of his cock never fails to hit the spot inside you—it made you see stars, it made you shake uncontrollably, his hand found your throat as he leaned back up, watching you ride him, “Be a good girl and cum for me little one, make me proud.” He praised you as his lips crashed into yours, you gasp as you feel yourself getting closer, it feels so wrong but yet it feels good, his cock filled your velvety walls completely, “Gwi Ma..” you moaned in between kisses as Gwi Ma slid his tongue inside your mouth—exploring the depths of it, he moaned as your tongues danced on each others mouth, he thrusted his hips up to meet yours, “Say my name.” He moaned, “Say my fucking name when you cum, i want you to moan my name.” He begged, his cock twitching uncontrollably inside you, “Gwi Ma, Gwi Ma—!” You cried out as he hold on to your hips to fuck you completely, his thrust were rough, rough enough to make your eyes roll from the back of your head, “Gonna cum, Gwi Ma– please–!” You begged as his nails dug deeper on your hips, you wince in pain—his long sharp nails was now coated of your blood, “Fuck, Y/n, Little one–“ his thrust is now getting sloppy, “Want me to fill this pussy up, hmm?” He growled as he roughly cupped your chin against his hand, while the other was still digging on your hips, “Please–“ You cried out, “Please, what little one?” He mocked, “Fill me up, i- i need you, please!” He chuckled deeply, he groaned as one final thrust he painted your walls white with his seed, spilling every last drop he could give to you, he moans your name in repeat like a fervent prayer, while you—you were a shaking mess on top of him, you squirted around his member as your pussy walls clenched around him, he groaned, “That’s it little one, give me everything you have, that’s it—such a good girl.”

After that night, he promised that he would come back for you, and he did. You’ve been married to Gwi Ma for over 10 years, he left his life behind as a demon king as he vowed to you that he will never go back there since he already have you, his life, his woman, his to worship. He told you everything that you needed to know, how did he become a demon king, how old is he—which, by the way, shocked you the most, he's over thousands of years old. When he said that, you choked from the water that you were drinking. You can see that Gwi Ma loved you, he trusted you and you trusted him too. He gave you everything that you could ever ask for, hell—he will give you the whole universe if you ask him to, he will burn everyone who looks into your way, you’re his, only his.

——

Gwi Ma kissed you softly as the two of you lay comfortably in your shared bed, his hands trailing down on your stomach, “Hmm, Gwi Ma,” you whimpered, “Yes, little one?” He murmured against your lips, “I have to shower,” you confessed, “Later.” Gwi Mwa whispered against your lips, “I have to, I'll be quick.” You promised, as Gwi Ma nodded—a slight pout displayed on his lips as you chuckled playfully, how can a demon king be this clingy to his woman? You gave him one final kiss as you disappeared and went in the shower.

The warm water touched your bare skin, it made you calm and content, you took a deep breath as you savor the moment under the warm water, closing your eyes as you run your hand on your damp hair.

You were showering when Gwi Ma stepped in without a word, A warm water ran down your spine as Gwi Ma pressed his bare chest on your back, you jumped a little, “I told you i’ll be quick.” You muttered, his lips already trailing on your shoulder blades. ”I know,” his fingers already trailing down on your stomach, “I couldn’t wait, I missed you.” He confessed as he sucked your skin gently, earning a whimper from your lips, you felt him smile on your skin, his fingers found your clit as he circles middle finger on it, you pressed your lips together, “Wanna hear your sounds, little one, let me hear them.” He commanded, voice soft and gentle, “Let me hear how much I'm gonna ruin you.” His voice was now dark as his eyes glowed, you opened your mouth, letting your whimpers let out as Gwi Ma praised you in return, “There we go, such a good girl.” He teased your entrance with his digits, “Please, Gwi Ma–“ you begged for his touch, “Tell me what you want, little one.” He asked, his eyes focused on you, pupils dilated—“I need you, Gwi Ma, please, I want you,” you begged as he chuckled, “I love it when you say my name like that, so eager for me.” He said as he slowly inserted his finger, his middle finger, it filled you completely, He grabbed you on your nape as he swung you around to face him, hitting the cold ceramic walls behind you, you opened your mouth to moan but his lips crashed into yours, owning your moans like it’s his, he swallowed all of your gasp and whimpers as his finger curled up inside your tight walls, not long after—he inserts an another finger, groaning in his mouth as his tongue tangled to yours, your hands found his damp hair, Gwi Ma’s erection stood proudly, you can feel it rubbing on your stomach, tip angry red as it beaded with pre cum, “Cum for me, little one.” He said pulling away on your lips just enough for him to speak, “Soak my fingers with your juices.” He commanded, “Now.” With that, you let yourself completely go as you came around his digits, your body quivering as your walls clenched around his digits uncontrollably, “such a good girl for me.”

You did as you told as you let the fingers of Gwi Ma satisfy you as you let go and became a shaking mess against him, you quivered and moaned his name like it’s the only thing you could say.

“You’re not getting any sleep tonight, just so you know, little one.” He pressed a kiss on your temple, fingers still curling slowly inside of you, massaging the bundle of nerves inside of you, “So good for me,” he breathed out, “You always have,” he kissed you again, more gentle and calculated, “Ever since the day i laid my eyes on you,” he kissed his way down on your jaw to your throat, “I knew i have to have you. All by myself.” He growled as his mouth captured your hardened nipple—while the other pinched between his fingers, he flicked his tongue on your nipple—eyes never leaving yours—you moaned at his action, your hands grabbed his hair, “Gwi Ma, please…” you plead as you felt Gwi Ma smirked on your skin before his mouth left your nipple, “Tell me what you need, little one, i need your words.” He murmured, “I need you, all of you.” You replied, voice shaking as the warm water splashed the both of you.

Gwi Ma wasted no time as he ordered your to wrap your legs around his waist, pressing up your body against the cold ceramic wall of the bathroom, he aligned his length on your entrance, your slick juices coated his bulbous tip, “I’m going to ruin you, and you’re going to thank me for it.” He growled as he roughly forced himself inside of you, you choked a moan as Gwi Ma breathes heavily, “Still so tight around me,” he murmured against your lips as you wrapped your hands around his neck—while his hand wrapped tightly around your throat, He moved his hips with such precision, it was gentle and soft, you moaned beautifully as the tip of his cock hits your spot senselessly, “Faster–!” You begged, nails digging deep on his broad shoulders, he bit your neck as you groaned, pain turning slowly into a burning lust. “Ask nicely, little one.” He commanded, as his tongue flicked on your sweet spot on your neck, you whine as Gwi Ma halted his hips, waiting for your please, “Faster, Please, Fuck me faster.” You begged, your eyes turned up to him, eyes looked so innocent. “Good girl.” He praised you, “Hold on to me.” He breathed out as he held on to your hips, nails digging deep—as the past mark of his sharp nails still ghosted against your skin, a reminder who you belong to.

He rammed his hips against your core, earning a moan after moan from your lips, “Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t get enough of you–“ he growled, “Gwi Ma–“ you whispered his name like a fervent prayer, “That’s it. Say. My name.” Each word is equal to each deep thrust into your core, you cried out as if you couldn’t take the pleasure anymore, “Don’t stop, Please, Don’t stop.” You whine as Gwi Ma chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving your gaze, “I’m not planning to, little one.” He said as your body shook against him, cumming around his length, “That’s it baby,” he praised you, his hips slowed its pace, letting you catch a breath, “Can you give me another one? Hmm?“ he asked as he kissed your forehead with such care, “I- I can’t, it’s too much, i feel sore–“ you begged as you felt his cock twitch in response inside of you, “You will give me another, I know you can.” He encouraged you, caressing the flesh on your hips, cock twitching inside of you as you cock warm him. “If you can’t, I’ll make sure you will.” He whispered darkly in your ear as he rammed his cock inside of you again, he looked down to see his cock splitting you open, a bulge shown in your belly, “Gwi Ma!” You moaned as he chuckled, “Shh, I'm right here little one, where I need to be,” he murmured as he pressed his other hand on your stomach, putting pressure on the bulge appearing in your stomach, “Inside you.” He growled, He didn’t stop fucking you as he pulled out an another orgasm out of you as your eyes hit the back of your head, making you moan his name louder than before, “Want my cum inside you, little one? Want me to fill you up?” He wrapped his hands on your throat, “Answer me!” He growled, eyes glowing orange, “Yes–!” You begged, eyes filled with tears as Gwi Ma looked at you with a lustful gaze, “That’s my Good girl.” He said as he thrusted his hips a few times before filling you up with thick spurts of cum, he groaned, growled, and moaned your name as if it’s the only thing he needed to do, you came around his cock, clenching your walls around his cock.

He stayed there inside of you, as if he belongs to be in there, inside your velvety walls where he feels warmth.

“You’re all I ever wanted, Y/n.” He panted as he ghosted his lips against yours.

Taglist: (if i mistakenly tagged you i’m sorry💔)

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[cautiouslyyyoptimistic]

Ok, elaboration time! I know the first thought in people's heads for a ranma 1/2 bingqiu au is to make shen qingqiu the one who falls into the girl pool and give him the gender shenanigans but I can't get the idea out of my head to give luo binghe the ranma role and give fem!shen qingqiu the akane role (mostly to preach my fondness for fem!bingqiu in some shape or form😅😅)

Like, picture the classic ranma first episode set up where luo binghe in his new girl form fighting with his dad in his animal form (im having trouble picturing what animal tianlang -jun would be... Maybe some sort of cocky bird?) While on their way to the shen residence/dojo because luo binghe and shen qingqiu's fathers made a promise that one of their children will get married to the other. And when they get to the residence it leads to the classic scene where shen yuan and luo binghe are bonding in the dojo and they form a connection, SY thinking she made a really cool new female friend because she doesn't have many of those, while binghe... Is. Down bad. Extremely.

But then uh oh! The jig is up! Luo Binghe was actually originally a guy this whole time! He's just being plagued by the girl pond curse at the moment and SQQ is shocked. Betrayed. Absolutely embarrassed. Thinking she had a brand new little sister type friend to dote on to the max but in actuality she's been getting close to some boy! How shameless and weird of her! Guys and girls can't just be friends! Thats just not how things work. Well, it works for other people but not shen yuan. Only she's not allowed. It all makes perfect sense in her mind.

Anyways, the shen patriarch (I have no idea for who should be in the role. A made up character for the purpose of the au maybe?) Is like "ok so as long as you stay as a guy once you eventually get married to one of my daughters I guess it's fine. But maybe you should also look for a cure while you're living with us, going to the local high school, and getting to know you're fiance."

Binghe immediately claims shen yuan as the fiance. Because she's like, the only option. I'm thinking fem shen jiu as the older sister? Taking on the role of nabiki, the material wealth obsessed one with a weird relationship going on with the class president yue qingyuan. Binghe is not touching that with a ten foot pole even if he wasn't already infatuated with shen yuan. The dads also think this makes the most sense as well. Shen yuan is... Not thrilled.

Not because there is anything wrong with luo binghe! They're gorgeous in either form! It's kinda ridiculous how unbelievably pretty and likeable luo binghe is... But she's still feeling a bit embarrassed and miffed that she got her hopes up on having her very first and only gal pal to ever gal pal. no homo. And her future husband can't be half girl! Its just not done!!

So shen yuan becomes the biggest supporter and contributor to the search for a cure so she can be engaged to binghe without feeling... Some type of way about it👀👀 binghe doesn't really care. They're just along for the ride. Bonus points if there's this weird thing where shen yuan is like SUPER physically affectionate and doting when luo binghe is in her female form because in shen yuan's clown brain the affection doesn't really count because they're both girls. I'm talking sleeping in the same bed, sharing food, hanging off of each other like they're each other's jungle gym, the works. Totally platonic stuff. But when luo binghe is in his male form shen yuan gets REALLY awkward and distant. No physically touching allowed. It leads to a bunch of angst and misunderstandings between the both of them they'd have to clear up later on.

Drama! Campy fight scenes! Love rivals! Gender swapped shenanigans! Animal transformations! Ect! Ensue as they learn more about each other and their quest to ungirlify binghe for good! (Possibly? Who knows. Shen Qingqiu is probs the only one really passionate in finding a cure after the hype of the curse dies down in the household.)

Bursts through your front door, out of breath, takes a moment to clear throat before yelling: "BINGQIU RANMA 1/2 AU!!"

[raineda-shipper]

Fem Moshang in this sleepwear relationship dynamics meme:

My final DxD entry, this one is for the adorable prompt "mobei-jun learns that the only way to stop shang qinghua from overworking and getting him to rest is through ulterior means." The means being, wear your most transparent and also fluffiest robe, wrap yourself around Qinghua and wrestle her into bed. She'll wriggle and whine for a while but settle down eventually.

Yes, this is still about @waitineedaname's skrunkly butch SQH and high femme MBJ fic! Their relationship dynamics are such that MBJ wears the fancy fluffy translucent robe to bed and SQH wears the heart-patterned cartoon boxers, and I love that for them! 💖 (The person who wears the old-timey sleeping cap and nightshirt is of course SQQ, and LBH comes to SQQ's place to stay the night and claims she forgot her sleepwear at home. It's not a problem at all, she prefers to sleep in the nude anyway, Shizun! Of course SQQ can't allow that and lends her one of her own nightshirts to sleep in. But seeing her own shirt straining over LBH's bosom somehow turns out to be maybe even more distracting than just letting her sleep in the nude would have been??? Weird.)