Hong-er's little blush!!! :lbhcatcry:

https://twitter.com/Deulle_Mm/status/1522245302140297216

#tgcf #hualian #HongHongEr

👴​ "Not Just Yet"
👴​ Hualian, age gap, fluff
👴​ Old man Xie Lian, teenager Hong-er
👴 509 words, T

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44153092

#TGCF #Hualian #XieLian #HongHongEr #HuaCheng #AgeGap #AgeDifference @tgcf @hualian

Hi! I'm Coda, he/him. I write fluffy shota fics (SFW & NSFW) for a few different danmei ships. So far, I've written for Hualian, Bingqiu, and Ranwan. I like to write about trans boys.

My AO3 is codacon: https://archiveofourown.org/users/codacon/works I'll be posting fic promos, and crossposting shorter ficlets.

I would like to find other shota fans who enjoy these characters/ships:

#HongHongEr #HongEr #ShotaHuaCheng #TGCF #Hualian

#AgeswapRanwan #ANing #2ha #Ranwan

#Bunhe #WhiteLotusBinghe #SVSSS #Bingqiu

After the events at Beizi Hill, Hong-er can’t sleep. Instead, he lets himself fantasize: what if he had been infected by the Land of the Tender, instead of Xie Lian? What if he could have kept Xie Lian from going through all of that - and, in the process of using the cure that Xie Lian couldn’t, learned what his god’s touch felt like?

Explicit, 765 words.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41877216

#tgcf #hualian #honghonger #honger #underage #fanfic

Best In Show

#Fanfic on #AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42403854

Word count: 1,203

Info: Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, #Underage, #BL, #TGCF, #TianGuanCiFu, #XieLian, #HongHongEr, #HuaCheng, #Hualian

Other tags: #Hybrids, Male #Lactation, #Milking, Underage Masturbation, #Fluff, #PraiseKink, #Overstimulation, #Aftercare, #Trans Male Hong Hong-er, Sub Hong Hong-er, cow hybrid Hong Hong-er, POV Hong Hong-er, despite the title there is no show involved and they are alone at home, #transboy, #shota, #shotacon, #milk, #domsub

Notes: “Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings” is due to the setting - cow hybrids are considered livestock, despite being basically humans - and to Hong-er being underage (just beginning puberty). Hong-er is very happy about with everything that happens in the fic (with the brief possible exception of overstimulation from gentle clean-up at the end), but meaningful consent is not possible, and darker themes are implied to be a normal part of the setting. No major character death or graphic depictions of violence.

“Come here, Hong-er,” Xie Lian says, guiding Hong-er to kneel in the soft hay and lean forward a little. Gentle fingers prod at his chest, and he lets out an overwhelmed moo. “Aww, that must be uncomfortable. Here, let me help.”

Hong-er gazes up at his beloved, gasping as the fingers on his chest begin to coax milk out of his tiny tits.

He’s been producing milk for almost a month, now - he started a few days after Xie Lian brought him home, a scrawny abandoned calf on the side of the road. With healthy amounts of food and water and a home to call his own, his body had decided it was time to fulfill the purpose it was bred for.

Xie Lian sells the milk, he thinks. He wishes he would drink it - right from the source, preferably - but at least he’s benefiting from it in some way.

Milk drips into the cup Xie Lian is holding. “Good boy, Hong-er,” Xie Lian praises him, and Hong-er moans.

The fingers massaging his chest are calloused and warm, huge compared to the soaked nipples they’re working at. Hong-er leans into them, chasing the pleasant tingling feeling that blooms in his gut whenever Xie Lian does this.

“You’re going to grow up into such a good dairy cow,” Xie Lian says softly, kneading at Hong-er’s little beginnings of teats. Milk drips into his cup, a steady rhythm forming as Xie Lian moves from one side to the other. “I can tell these are going to get so big and soft. You’ll be so pretty, and you’ll give the best milk. I bet you’ll win awards.”

Hong-er’s breath hitches, and he gives in to the sudden urge to shove his hand down where the tingling feeling demands to be satisfied.

His fingers brush against wet warmth, and he startles, jerking upright.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Xie Lian soothes him. He nudges Hong-er to lean forward again, then continues coaxing milk from his chest - the tingling feeling returns, and Hong-er lows softly. “You can touch yourself if you want. Lots of cows do it. Does it feel nice when I do this?”

Hong-er nods, cautiously returning his hand to the spot between his legs.

It’s slippery with a mysterious fluid, and it feels hot - but most of all, it feels good. Hong-er moos softly, rubbing his fingers against himself.

“I’m glad,” Xie Lian says, his voice still gentle and comforting. He kneads at one tit, then the other, back and forth. “I’m pretty good at keeping the cows at work comfortable, but you’re so small, I was worried I was hurting you. All the cows we have are adults. I’ve never milked a calf before.”

Hong-er lets out an overwhelmed moan - one of his fingers just slipped inside his body.

Immediately, he tries to stuff more in. It stings, but he wants more -

“Hong-er!” Xie Lian exclaims, reaching down and pulling his hand out. “Be gentle with yourself. You’ve never done this before, have you?”

Hong-er shakes his head, wide eyes fixed on his beloved’s face. Xie Lian’s hand on his wrist is wet - wet with his milk - and warm, and big.

“Only one finger until I say so,” Xie Lian says sternly. “Be good.”

Hong-er nods, dazed, and Xie Lian releases his wrist.

Those divine fingers return to his chest, and he moans, slipping his own finger back into himself. He imagines one of Xie Lian’s fingers inside him instead, and a loud moo escapes him as his body flutters.

“Do you like that?” Xie Lian asks, his voice returning to a gentle, calming tone. “Having something inside you?”

Hong-er nods, pushing his chest into Xie Lian’s hands.

Xie Lian laughs softly, continuing to milk him. The steady drip, drip into the cup is familiar and calming. “You’d win awards as a breeding cow, too,” he says. Switches to Hong-er’s left tit, coaxes milk from it, switches back to his right tit. “Everyone would want their bulls to mate with you. And your calves would be the very cutest, especially if they got your pretty eyes.”

Hong-er doesn’t know what Xie Lian means by breeding or mating, but the praise shoots right down his spine, making his body flutter again around his finger.

“Try two fingers, now,” Xie Lian tells him. “Gently. Stop if it hurts.”

Hong-er slides his finger out, then slides it back in alongside a second finger.

Big.

He moos, pressing insistently into Xie Lian’s hands. The drip, drip of milk has begun to slow, but he doesn’t want the fingers on his chest to leave him.

“Good boy,” Xie Lian tells him. “Now try curling your fingers toward the front. There should be a spot that feels very nice.”

Hong-er obeys, then gasps at the sensation. He rubs against it with both fingertips, seeking out more.

“There you go,” Xie Lian says, his voice fading out into fuzz as Hong-er’s body fills with pleasure. The fingers on his chest wring out the last of the milk from his little tits, their movements strong and steady; the fingers inside him move against his newly discovered sweet spot, filling him up. “Just like that. You’re doing so well, Hong-er.”

Hong-er gasps, and shivers, and tries to process the bliss sweeping through him. It’s such a huge feeling for his tiny body - it’s overwhelming, but with Xie Lian there, he feels safe enough to just let it wash over him.

An eternity later, the feeling recedes, and the arm supporting him buckles. Xie Lian is there, though, to catch him.

Cradled in one of Xie Lian’s warm, strong arms, tucked against his solid chest, Hong-er lets his eyes fall closed.

He feels Xie Lian wipe his torso clean with a warm, wet cloth - he twitches as it passes over the oversensitive nubs of his nipples. Then the cloth descends to between his legs, and his breath catches.

“I know, I know,” Xie Lian murmurs, “but you’ll get sticky and uncomfortable if I don’t. Shh, it’s okay.”

Hong-er turns his face into Xie Lian’s shoulder and submits to the touch, tremors of too-intense pleasure wracking him at each pass of the cloth.

And then it’s over and Xie Lian is wrapping him in a soft blanket, brushing a kiss to his forehead.

“Just let me put your milk away,” he whispers, “and I’ll be right back to take you to bed.”

Hong-er moos softly in response, snuggling into the blanket as he listens to Xie Lian putter around in the tiny stall. He feels warm, and clean, and wonderfully content, echoes of bliss still buzzing under his skin.

Soon, Xie Lian will scoop him up and carry him into the house, tucking him into the bed they’ve shared since he discovered Hong-er’s nightmares. He’ll read Hong-er a bedtime story, and kiss his forehead, and hold Hong-er close while they both drift off to sleep.

For now, Hong-er luxuriates in the way his skin tingles, and thinks about the way his fingers felt inside him, and remembers Xie Lian’s big, strong fingers on his chest.

He wishes he could have those fingers inside him.

Maybe someday, if he’s very, very good, Xie Lian will grant that wish.