protagonisthalo: (sweet nothings)
Luo Binghe ([personal profile] protagonisthalo) wrote2024-03-10 03:21 pm

[closed post - experimentation]

((NSFW continuation of this thread!))

Shen Yuan is often shy, but he seems to be leaning into it—as though it is part of his role as a woman, even though it is already his nature. Luo Binghe is happy to play his part in return, using his fingers to tilt Shen Yuan's chin upward to lift those demure brown eyes. Ragnelle's eyes, but he has already ceased thinking of them as such. "My wife need not find the words to express her desires. I will take care of everything."
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-03-11 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Shen Yuan goes very pink. Her whole body feels like it might be melting. That's——!! He wants to protest that he's doing better at expressing things,1 that he——but she's not Shen Yuan, right now, or at least not the Shen Yuan that's been Binghe's boyfriend for months. She's Binghe's wife, in truth, the way he'd only pretended at their first night together, though whether it's more true because of this body or more true because she knows Binghe loves her is unclear. She lets her mouth drop open, her eyes devouring Binghe's perfect face, and murmurs, "please."

1 Is he??
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-03-16 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Shen Yuan gasps and arches up into him, this body thrilling to being treated so reverentially. "Binghe," she breathes, letting her voice go as soft and sweet as it wants to. Her hands come up to tangle in his hair. It's almost like being stoned again; she feels remarkably present, in this body, her brain gone quiet. "Husband."
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-03-18 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
If you'd asked Shen Yuan a few hours ago what the experience of having tits was like—well, Magnus had kind of asked him. But the point being. She would have been vaguely positive, mostly because neutral seems insulting to the tits in question. But the experience of passively having tits and the experience of having Binghe touch her tits are worlds apart. She immediately wants more, wants his hands on her skin with no cloth in the way. She bites her lips against a moan, careful not to muffle herself too much in case her husband think he's unappreciated, and something in her hair unfurls and blossoms, soft and urgent and sweet.
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-03-21 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Shen Yuan gasps into his mouth. It's not that she doesn't like her nipples played with when she's a man, but this—this is what it should feel like, the responsiveness implied by the wanton moans of every blushing, eager maiden whenever Binghe gets his hands on her tits. There's heat pooling between her thighs, somehow both less and more urgent than an erection. All the stupid, over the top nonsense of Airplane's purple prose fills her head—she aches to open like a flower to him, like the literal flowers blooming in her long, tangled hair. She is hungry, needy, a wet and waiting mouth, a beautiful sheathe for his beautiful sword—

She runs a hand down his chest, parting his robes below his belt so she can brush her fingers over the front of his trousers, shy but determined, like she can't wait. Like she's heard stories. "My lord. My emperor," she breathes, overawed and teasing at once, "What will you do with me?"
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-03-25 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a certain joy to this body, other than the obvious, which is that it's both more and less breakable than Shen Qingqiu's. More, because it's not immortal (probably?) and won't heal quickly, as evidenced by the scrapes down her arm, and less, because in most ways it's physically broader and stronger than Shen Qingqiu's cheating, willowy, slim-waisted-cartoon-villainy form. Ragnelle has meat on her bones, and Shen Yuan only has about half a braincell to worry about how she'll feel tomorrow about Binghe tenderizing that meat. "You don't have to be careful with me," she pants. "I can take it."
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-03-26 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Binghe really is exactly as hard as he always is for Shen Yuan's other body. He has exactly one moment of lingering wonder about that--that it really is about him, that bodies don't matter. But it threatens to make him overthink, pull him out of the easy desire his current womanhood allows, and she lets herself sink back into pleasure, lifting her hips into Binghe's, the thin fabric between them hiding neither her wetness nor his heat.

"Yes," She breathes. "My husband--yes."
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-03-26 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Shen Yuan is going to cry with frustration. Haven't we done enough foreplay, Luo Binghe!!! She grips his hair, but Ragnelle's strength is nothing compared to what he's used to, so she just ends up tugging at him ineffectually, biting at her lips, staring helplessly down at his beautiful head.
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-03-27 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Shen Yuan gasps and arches into Binghe's touch, her hands tightening in his hair so she can grind against his face, utterly shameless in a way that makes her face burn. She takes back everything she just said—she never wants him to stop. It's so, so different than being given a blowjob was, the pleasure flickering and inconsistent and maddening and building, building, building on itself. "Binghe. Binghe—"
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-03-30 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Shen Yuan tries to bear down on his fingers instantly. He usually finds it so difficult to ask for something, during sex, a huge wall of embarrassment standing between him and what he wants, even when he knows Binghe won't mind. Even when he knows Binghe will like it. But something about this body—some synergy between this body and Binghe's body—frees her tongue. "Husband—please—I want you to fuck me," she pants, and then presses the back of her wrist to her mouth in anticipation of a shame that doesn't really come.
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-04-02 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Shen Yuan makes a noise she's never made in her life, and not just because it's not really her vocal chords or her throat. Her whole body curls upward as an orgasm crashes over her, loud and surprising, and leaves her trembling and squirming in its wake.

Unlike when she comes as a man, she doesn't have the urge to shove Binghe off her, to take a moment. Her clit—which by the way seems really obvious??? do non-stallion-novel-protagonists really have such a hard time finding it?? it's right there??—is a little oversensitive, but she thinks if Binghe stops fucking his fingers into her she might cry. "Mmh—fuck, fuck—"
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-04-10 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Shen Yuan takes a gasping breath between kisses, her hands grasping and opening and grasping again in Binghe's hair. "It's—good—" she manages. "So good, Binghe—" She rallies, and the grasping hand because an intentional, gripping, tugging one, pulling Binghe's head back so she can glare up into his face and demand, "put it in."
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-04-12 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"You shameless—!!" gasps Shen Yuan in disbelief. Binghe's teasing is so fond, so clearly based in his knowledge of Shen Yuan and her usual poise and propriety,1 that it knocks her out of the roleplay scenario a little.2 Weirdly, this doesn't lessen her incredible need, her desperation to have the Heavenly Pillar inside her in a completely new way, nor does it bring back the shame. But it does unlock her ability to yell at him as his boyfriend and not his blushing new bride. "If you don't fuck me properly, Luo Binghe, I'll—" she struggles, biting back moans, to think of anything she would willingly deprive him of, "I'll—I'll take my socks off myself next time!!"

1?
2Obviously she's still a woman, though.
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[personal profile] peaklordshen 2024-04-13 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Shen Yuan wants to roll her eyes—even with Binghe, sex is never so good he forgets what socks are—but then the Heavenly Pillar is sliding into her and her eyes are rolling anyway, differently, and her mouth is opening in soundless pleasure. Her hands shift from Binghe's hair to his back, Ragnelle's nails catching in his robes. (Why the fuck is he still so clothed???) The vine in her hair is growing again, slim green tendrils curling under her ear, leaves unfurling to brush against Binghe's lips as if greedy for his gasping breath.

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