11 May 2021
Mo Ran opened the door to their home, his tired voice hinting at another long day of work. “Wanning, I’m home—” Mo Ran’s briefcase dropped to the floor, his mouth open in shock. He stood in the doorway, completely awestruck by what greeted him in the entryway.
“Welcome home, master.” Chu Wanning was kneeling, waiting for him.
Or, maid day ranwan
05 May 2021
"Luo Binghe, move your damn sword, it's jabbing into my leg," Liu Qingge suddenly interrupted Shen Qingqiu’s explanation.
Shen Qingqiu froze, feeling like he had witnessed a similar scene once before. "Shidi," Shen Qingqiu started.
"What?" Liu Qingge snapped.
"Binghe doesn't carry a sword."
Liu Qingge didn’t say anything, letting Shen Qingqiu listen to the heavy pants of the men below him. Shen Qingqiu noticed that all three of them were panting now, each affected by the pollen.
"...Fuck," Liu Qingge finally managed, starting to see where Shen Qingqiu’s explanation was headed.
"Fuck, indeed," Shen Qingqiu agreed.
Or, bingliushen sandwich in a coffin, and also sex pollen
02 May 2021
Shen Qingqiu’s legs were spread wide, accommodating Luo Binghe’s body between them. Luo Binghe grabbed one of Shen Qingqiu’s hands, bringing it to the rapidly growing tent beneath his robes.
“Perhaps Shizun would be so kind to help this disciple with his problem,” Luo Binghe said, his voice not nearly as bright as it had been moments earlier.
Or, Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe have fun in a dream.
30 Apr 2021
Luo Binghe’s pale neck bound by leather. A thin leash clipped to the collar, perfect for Shen Qingqiu to yank Luo Binghe’s head up when his husband’s attention wavered. Luo Binghe’s wrists bound to the bed frame by black leather cuffs. Shen Qingqiu knew he would struggle; he hated not being able to run his hands down Shen Qingqiu’s body. Shen Qingqiu gave a breathy sigh at the thought of the ankle cuffs. Perhaps Shen Qingqiu would strap Luo Binghe’s ankles to the foot of the bed. He licked his lips, it had been a while since he’d had his way with Luo Binghe. Or maybe he would fold Luo Binghe in half and cuff his ankles to wrists. Luo Binghe was so beautiful, he deserved to be on display for Shen Qingqiu to admire. And the harness. Oh the harness.
26 Apr 2021
“Ah, this master is fine. If you stand in front of me on Xiu Ya, you shouldn’t breathe in any residue,” Shen Qingqiu said, waving his hand. Perhaps his husband was just worried about his condition.
“Husband doesn’t need… this disciple’s seed?” Luo Binghe asked. It really was quite strange that this pollen didn’t elicit the normal response.
“This husband always wants your seed.” The words escaped Shen Qingqiu’s mouth before he had any idea what he was saying. Shen Qingqiu slapped a hand over his mouth, a resounding smack echoed through the clearing. He felt his face heat up, his normal mask of a composed peak lord shattering into pieces. What Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t give for any sort of demonic monster to come out of the forest and rip him to shreds right then and there.
Or, Shen Qingqiu is hit with a truth pollen. Luo Binghe does not let this chance go to waste.
25 Apr 2021