#bingqiu — Public Fediverse posts

https://archiveofourown.org/works/79479661

T4T Bingqiu! Luo Binghe comes out as a woman and Shen Qingqiu is a disaster about it <3

E, 1,868 words, Shen Qingqiu's usual homophobia and transphobia, instant magical transition

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#svsss #bingqiu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/79479661

T4T Bingqiu! Luo Binghe comes out as a woman and Shen Qingqiu is a disaster about it <3

E, 1,868 words, Shen Qingqiu's usual homophobia and transphobia, instant magical transition

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#svsss #bingqiu

Update: I wrote a little thing for this!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76610491

T for a mention of past bondage, transfem Shen Yuan/Qingqiu, brief canon-typical homophobia, 339 words

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#svsss #bingqiu

https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/6659663

Bingqiubing porn fanart with an image description!

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#svsss #bingqiu

Shen Qingqiu watches, trying not to squirm, as the thin metal rod disappears into his cock. It's a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. He can feel Luo Binghe's attention on him like a heavy blanket. His hand itches to reach for his fan.

"Shizun," Luo Binghe murmurs. "Does it feel good?"

Shen Qingqiu flushes, looks away, and doesn't answer. Luo Binghe seems to take that as its own answer, beaming up at him and pushing the little rod further in.

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#SVSSS #Bingqiu #FanPrompt (sound)
@FanPrompt

Shen Qingqiu watches, trying not to squirm, as the thin metal rod disappears into his cock. It's a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. He can feel Luo Binghe's attention on him like a heavy blanket. His hand itches to reach for his fan.

"Shizun," Luo Binghe murmurs. "Does it feel good?"

Shen Qingqiu flushes, looks away, and doesn't answer. Luo Binghe seems to take that as its own answer, beaming up at him and pushing the little rod further in.

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#SVSSS #Bingqiu #FanPrompt (sound)
@FanPrompt

Shen Qingqiu watches, trying not to squirm, as the thin metal rod disappears into his cock. It's a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. He can feel Luo Binghe's attention on him like a heavy blanket. His hand itches to reach for his fan.

"Shizun," Luo Binghe murmurs. "Does it feel good?"

Shen Qingqiu flushes, looks away, and doesn't answer. Luo Binghe seems to take that as its own answer, beaming up at him and pushing the little rod further in.

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#SVSSS #Bingqiu #FanPrompt (sound)
@FanPrompt

They tangle, flipping and grappling across the floor. Shizun isn't looking at Binghe with the love he still remembers, but he is looking at Binghe. They're tumbling like kits, like pups, there is no real intent behind their shoving.

Then Shizun hits him. There's qi behind it, heavy and focused, sinking into same pit in his gut that Shizun carved out years ago. The throbbing surge of his blood to the site is all too short. It's not enough, he needs it again, needs more. Luo Binghe doesn't know exactly what he did to earn this, he had never really known what he did to earn anything from Shizun, not the love nor the hate.

Behind Shizun's flat determination, something wavers. A crack in Shen Qingqiu's control. The pure spiritual qi explodes, leaving Shizun's fist, destroying the false echo of his home. Luo Binghe never gets to keep what he most desperately wants.

He doesn't need the illusion if he has Shizun's attention.

Shen Qingqiu goes slack, looking at the damage over his shoulder, and does not stir to prepare another blast.

Shizun should look at him. Luo Binghe pushes. He pushes and tugs and tears open silk brocade. It's like ripping his past away, all the gentle happiness on Qing Jing, even all hard but joyful days with his mother shredded away. He would never have done this, never dared to defile the work in the fine fabric, never dared to disrespect the one person in the world who cared. "Hit me all you want—" Lack of resistance isn't acceptance. "You can't kill me either way!" He burns. Shizun needs to look at him. He smiles anyway. "This disciple gladly accepts Shizun's instruction!" Shizun should never look away from him again.

Luo Binghe will make Shizun look. He finds skin, bares Shizun from neck to belly, and even then it isn't enough. He slides a hand under the collar and drags down, over Shen Qingqiu's panting chest, past the ribs, to rest on the soft unprotected skin of Shizun's waist. The moment hangs timeless. He had hoped for this once, before he knew the truth of himself, that he would never deserve to be given this. Even now, Luo Binghe is only here with this person and this touch because he forced it. Luo Binghe never gets what he wants.

#snippery #bingqiu #svsss

They tangle, flipping and grappling across the floor. Shizun isn't looking at Binghe with the love he still remembers, but he is looking at Binghe. They're tumbling like kits, like pups, there is no real intent behind their shoving.

Then Shizun hits him. There's qi behind it, heavy and focused, sinking into same pit in his gut that Shizun carved out years ago. The throbbing surge of his blood to the site is all too short. It's not enough, he needs it again, needs more. Luo Binghe doesn't know exactly what he did to earn this, he had never really known what he did to earn anything from Shizun, not the love nor the hate.

Behind Shizun's flat determination, something wavers. A crack in Shen Qingqiu's control. The pure spiritual qi explodes, leaving Shizun's fist, destroying the false echo of his home. Luo Binghe never gets to keep what he most desperately wants.

He doesn't need the illusion if he has Shizun's attention.

Shen Qingqiu goes slack, looking at the damage over his shoulder, and does not stir to prepare another blast.

Shizun should look at him. Luo Binghe pushes. He pushes and tugs and tears open silk brocade. It's like ripping his past away, all the gentle happiness on Qing Jing, even all hard but joyful days with his mother shredded away. He would never have done this, never dared to defile the work in the fine fabric, never dared to disrespect the one person in the world who cared. "Hit me all you want—" Lack of resistance isn't acceptance. "You can't kill me either way!" He burns. Shizun needs to look at him. He smiles anyway. "This disciple gladly accepts Shizun's instruction!" Shizun should never look away from him again.

Luo Binghe will make Shizun look. He finds skin, bares Shizun from neck to belly, and even then it isn't enough. He slides a hand under the collar and drags down, over Shen Qingqiu's panting chest, past the ribs, to rest on the soft unprotected skin of Shizun's waist. The moment hangs timeless. He had hoped for this once, before he knew the truth of himself, that he would never deserve to be given this. Even now, Luo Binghe is only here with this person and this touch because he forced it. Luo Binghe never gets what he wants.

#snippery #bingqiu #svsss

Shen Qingqiu knotting Luo Binghe's mouth

He didn't mean to! It's just that Binghe's mouth felt so good and oh no, he shouldn't have let him use his mouth on him in the first place, that must be degrading, Binghe is the alpha-est alpha after all--

Meanwhile Luo Binghe is doing his very very best to get bitched. He's trying so hard. Please.

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#svsss #bingqiu

Shen Qingqiu knotting Luo Binghe's mouth

He didn't mean to! It's just that Binghe's mouth felt so good and oh no, he shouldn't have let him use his mouth on him in the first place, that must be degrading, Binghe is the alpha-est alpha after all--

Meanwhile Luo Binghe is doing his very very best to get bitched. He's trying so hard. Please.

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#svsss #bingqiu

SVSSS AU where Shen Qingqiu's plan to escape Luo Binghe's wrath is to hypnotize him into thinking the Abyss never happened and he's always been Shen Qingqiu's beloved disciple.

It doesn't end up *working*, per se, but Luo Binghe goes along with it anyway. That's what he wants, too, after all.

He doesn't know how to tell that to Shen Qingqiu, though. So he just acts out their mutual fantasy and wishes it could be real.

Optional, for added angst: Shen Qingqiu's attempt at hypnotism erases Luo Binghe's identity as a heavenly demon.

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#svsss #bingqiu

SVSSS AU where Shen Qingqiu's plan to escape Luo Binghe's wrath is to hypnotize him into thinking the Abyss never happened and he's always been Shen Qingqiu's beloved disciple.

It doesn't end up *working*, per se, but Luo Binghe goes along with it anyway. That's what he wants, too, after all.

He doesn't know how to tell that to Shen Qingqiu, though. So he just acts out their mutual fantasy and wishes it could be real.

Optional, for added angst: Shen Qingqiu's attempt at hypnotism erases Luo Binghe's identity as a heavenly demon.

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#svsss #bingqiu

SVSSS AU where Shen Qingqiu's plan to escape Luo Binghe's wrath is to hypnotize him into thinking the Abyss never happened and he's always been Shen Qingqiu's beloved disciple.

It doesn't end up *working*, per se, but Luo Binghe goes along with it anyway. That's what he wants, too, after all.

He doesn't know how to tell that to Shen Qingqiu, though. So he just acts out their mutual fantasy and wishes it could be real.

Optional, for added angst: Shen Qingqiu's attempt at hypnotism erases Luo Binghe's identity as a heavenly demon.

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#svsss #bingqiu

Shen Qingqiu rolls away with a huff. He may be want to give Binghe all the honesty and intimacy the boy deserves, but that hasn't magically thickened his face. He can still let Binghe creep close and practically hug him.

The words are whispered into his hair. "Shizun, this disciple apologizes."

His face flames red. That address is half of the problem Binghe! He could kill Shang Qinghua over that stupid, invasive, worthless "survey".

Closer again, nearly in his ear. "Shizun..."

Shen Qingqiu says "Goodnight Binghe." With as much finality as he can manage, though in the same breath he takes Binghe's arm wrapped around his chest and laces their fingers together. He tucks his face deeper into the pillow as he gives a little squeeze.

Luo Binghe curls even closer around him. At least Shen Qingqiu doesn't need to worry about getting cold. The embarrassment fades with his wakefulness. Luo Binghe tries so hard, always reaches out. Shen Qingqiu should do more of the same.

Forhead, fingers, lips, everywhere.

He brings Binghe's hand up and plays with the joints, gentle flexure. Luo Binghe's breath deepens behind him. He traces palm lines and knuckles. Shaky exhales tickle the back of his neck. He holds Luo Binghe's hand loosely, hooked over his like he's helping a maiden from a carriage. Shen Qingqiu kisses Luo Binghe's knuckles. Every part of Luo Binghe draws tight, except for the hand in his grasp.

It's weird how much he likes something so specific. Luo Binghe's hands cook and clean and do incredible violence. Luo Binghe's hands hold him. Luo Binghe's hands are strong and capable and have touched him inside and out and if it was practical he might want them on him all the time.

It's not practical.

Shen Qingqiu kisses the pad of Luo Binghe's pinky finger and waits for the gasp to fall into an exhale before he moves to the next finger. He works his way back and forth across Binghe's hand, kissing every pad and joint in quickening rhythm until he reaches the palm. There, he pauses. Binghe already kept his mark there. He places a long kiss over the scar of old misunderstandings. They can't change the past, the pain that's already been written, only move forward with what they have now. He curls Binghe's hand loosely shut and presses one more kiss the the backs of his sheep's fingers.

Shen Qingqiu awkwardly rolls over, staying in Binghe's arms, and gather his sticky bun, sopping with tears, into his own embrace.

What's inside him is too much for words to hold. Shen Qingqiu closes his eyes and kisses very center of Luo Binghe's forehead.

"Goodnight Binghe."

#Fickery #BingQiu #SVSSS

Shen Qingqiu rolls away with a huff. He may be want to give Binghe all the honesty and intimacy the boy deserves, but that hasn't magically thickened his face. He can still let Binghe creep close and practically hug him.

The words are whispered into his hair. "Shizun, this disciple apologizes."

His face flames red. That address is half of the problem Binghe! He could kill Shang Qinghua over that stupid, invasive, worthless "survey".

Closer again, nearly in his ear. "Shizun..."

Shen Qingqiu says "Goodnight Binghe." With as much finality as he can manage, though in the same breath he takes Binghe's arm wrapped around his chest and laces their fingers together. He tucks his face deeper into the pillow as he gives a little squeeze.

Luo Binghe curls even closer around him. At least Shen Qingqiu doesn't need to worry about getting cold. The embarrassment fades with his wakefulness. Luo Binghe tries so hard, always reaches out. Shen Qingqiu should do more of the same.

Forhead, fingers, lips, everywhere.

He brings Binghe's hand up and plays with the joints, gentle flexure. Luo Binghe's breath deepens behind him. He traces palm lines and knuckles. Shaky exhales tickle the back of his neck. He holds Luo Binghe's hand loosely, hooked over his like he's helping a maiden from a carriage. Shen Qingqiu kisses Luo Binghe's knuckles. Every part of Luo Binghe draws tight, except for the hand in his grasp.

It's weird how much he likes something so specific. Luo Binghe's hands cook and clean and do incredible violence. Luo Binghe's hands hold him. Luo Binghe's hands are strong and capable and have touched him inside and out and if it was practical he might want them on him all the time.

It's not practical.

Shen Qingqiu kisses the pad of Luo Binghe's pinky finger and waits for the gasp to fall into an exhale before he moves to the next finger. He works his way back and forth across Binghe's hand, kissing every pad and joint in quickening rhythm until he reaches the palm. There, he pauses. Binghe already kept his mark there. He places a long kiss over the scar of old misunderstandings. They can't change the past, the pain that's already been written, only move forward with what they have now. He curls Binghe's hand loosely shut and presses one more kiss the the backs of his sheep's fingers.

Shen Qingqiu awkwardly rolls over, staying in Binghe's arms, and gather his sticky bun, sopping with tears, into his own embrace.

What's inside him is too much for words to hold. Shen Qingqiu closes his eyes and kisses very center of Luo Binghe's forehead.

"Goodnight Binghe."

#Fickery #BingQiu #SVSSS