#TianGuanCiFu #PeiMing
#БлагословениеНебожителей #ПэйМин

А потом они потрахались
#TianGuanCiFu #MuQing #FengXin
#БлагословениеНебожителей #МуЦин #ФэнСинь

Когда Му Цин опять вспомнил про Генерала Большой Член:
#TianGuanCiFu #FengXin #MuQing #XieLian
#БлагословениеНебожителей #ФэнСинь #МуЦин #СеЛянь

Когда Му Цин опять вспомнил про Генерала Большой Член:
#TianGuanCiFu #FengXin #MuQing
#БлагословениеНебожителей #ФэнСинь #МуЦин

#TianGuanCiFu #HuaCheng
#БлагословениеНебожителей #ХуаЧен

От этих мужчин такой вайб...
Каждый с совершенно разным характером, но вот это вот "Тронешь его и я тебя убью" в их глазах просто 🔥
#modaozushi #LanZhan
#TianGuanCiFu #HuaCheng
#scumvillainsselfsavingsystem #LuoBinghe

#БлагословениеНебожителей #МуЦин
#TianGuanCiFu #MuQing

Режимы Хуа Чена конечно впечатляют, но он и выглядит устрашающе сексуальным.
Но вот когда Се Лянь, такая вот воздушная булочка, показывает жестокость - это конечно другой уровень наслаждения
#TianGuanCiFu #HuaCheng #XieLian #БлагословениеНебожителей #ХуаЧен #СеЛянь

Мой муж знаком с #БлагословениеНебожителей только с моих рассказов.
Поэтому до сих пор не понимает почему это Генерал Подметала Му Цин и Генерал Большой Член Фэн Синь
#TianGuanCiFu #MuQing #FengXin
#МуЦин #ФэнСинь

Но вообще Ци Жун конечно запал в сердечко своим безумством и красноречием
#БлагословениеНебожителей #ХуаЧен #ЦиЖун #TianGuanCiFu #HuaCheng #QiRong

Не могу перестать перечитывать момент где Хуа Чен въебывает бошку Ци Жуна в пол)))
#БлагословениеНебожителей #ХуаЧен #ЦиЖун #TianGuanCiFu #HuaCheng #QiRong

❤️✨Happy Birthday to Xielian🎉 | ｱ_Snowfredel #pixiv https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/109967451 #tianguancifu #fanart #tgcf #heavenofficialsblessing #天官赐福 #xielian #그림스타그램 #谢怜0715生日快乐 #낙서일러스트 #tgcffanart #illustration #artistoninstagram #일러스트 #미술그림

Kicking it off on here by posting my first Hualian Piss Kink fic! 😁​

If I've done anything wrong, please let me know.

A Deed Without a Name

💦 NSFW Hualian
💦 Light Dom/Sub (Sub XL)
💦 Omorashi / Piss Kink
💦 Humiliation Kink

Please mind the tags, I hope you enjoy this very literal mess! 🙃

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41944539

#pisskink #kink #hualian #xielian #huacheng #omorashi #watersports #humiliation #ao3 #TianGuanCiFu #TGCF #Fanfiction #heavenofficialsblessing

@kannaophelia Hello! I don't know if you've read #TianGuanCiFu #TGCF, but if you have, I write M/M and F/F genderbend #Hualian and #Hualesbians fanfic for it! In any case, I hope you find the people you're looking for. <3

Taller Than You

#Fanfic #fic #ficlet on #AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42200757

Word count: 699

Info: Teen And Up Audiences, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, #BL, #TGCF, #TianGuanCiFu, #HuaCheng, #XieLian, #Hualian

Other tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Pre-Slash, Father/Son #Incest, #Fluff, POV Hua Cheng, #parentalincest

Notes: This is technically “no archive warnings apply” - nothing happens between them in the fic, and I would rate it G if it were between peers - but it’s about an underage high-schooler having a crush on his dad, and his dad realizing that he reciprocates.

Hua Cheng tosses his keys on the counter with a clatter. “I’m home, baba!” he shouts, shrugging off his backpack and toeing off his shoes.

“San Lang!” Xie Lian shouts back, sounding delighted. “Dinner’s almost ready!”

Hua Cheng makes a beeline for the kitchen, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The school day was tedious, as usual, with all the usual trash vying for his attention or trying to challenge his reign of terror, but the cozy walls of the home he shares with his father and the familiar burnt-food smell of dinner are quick to lift his spirits.

“How was school?” Xie Lian asks as Hua Cheng steps into the mildly smoky kitchen.

“Boring,” Hua Cheng answers dismissively, leaning against a wall. “How was your day?”

As Xie Lian rambles about the odd jobs he picked up during the day, Hua Cheng watches him, soaking in everything about him. His words, his voice, his expressions, his gestures. His smile - it’s beautiful, he’s beautiful, Hua Cheng doesn’t know how he survives being beamed at the way Xie Lian beams at him.

“San Lang, come here, your collar is crooked,” Xie Lian interrupts himself.

Hua Cheng smiles inwardly. He’d flipped one side up while unlocking the door earlier - he’s been waiting for Xie Lian to notice. “Sorry, baba,” he says, stepping forward.

“You’re not sorry,” Xie Lian laughs, reaching up. Hua Cheng leans into his touch. “You’re so insincere. Your collar never flips up when you’re with your friends.”

“He Xuan and Yin Yu aren’t my friends,” Hua Cheng says, nose wrinkling.

“Ah, but you knew who I was talking about,” Xie Lian teases him, patting his cheek. “Anyway, San Lang, if you want a hug or something, you can just ask.”

Hua Cheng’s eyes widen. “I’m taller than you,” he says suddenly.

Xie Lian blinks at the non sequitur.

Hua Cheng straightens up to his full height. The last time he checked, he was just a little shorter than Xie Lian - but he must have had a growth spurt, because now Xie Lian is, just barely, the shorter one.

They stare at each other for a beat - then Xie Lian laughs nervously, stepping backwards.

“Yes, you’re very tall, San Lang, it’s very - um, I’m very proud of you,” he babbles.

Hua Cheng’s brow furrows. “Are you okay, baba?” he asks, concerned. He steps forward - and Xie Lian steps further back, colliding with the counter.

Xie Lian never avoids him like this.

“Baba?” Hua Cheng asks, moving closer to peer into his face.

And then he sees the pink in Xie Lian’s cheeks, and the way his eyes dart to Hua Cheng’s lips and away.

He’s flustered.

Flustered by his son being taller than him.

Hua Cheng stares, disbelief warring with hope in his chest.

Just then, the smoke alarm blares.

Xie Lian yelps, and flees, and Hua Cheng continues to stare as he turns off the stove and moves pots to unoccupied burners. In the background, the alarm continues, but Hua Cheng barely hears it.

Xie Lian is attracted to him.

His father is attracted to him.

Hua Cheng has had a crush on his father for as long as he can remember. Before he understood his feelings, he knew he wanted Xie Lian in a way that his peers didn’t want their parents.

When Hua Cheng had proposed to his single father, as a child, after learning that most parents come in pairs, he had meant it wholeheartedly. He’s never forgotten the way Xie Lian laughed and jokingly agreed, tying a red string around his finger. He still has the string, tucked away in his bedroom.

He’d thought that it would take longer for Xie Lian to accept him as a serious suitor.

He watches his father scurry around the kitchen, cheeks still pink, eyes still avoiding Hua Cheng’s. Carefully, he begins to shift his plans around: he’ll be subtle first, avoid anything more explicitly romantic. Then, as Xie Lian becomes comfortable with his advances, he’ll slowly introduce the idea of dating.

Someday, he’ll marry his father again - for real, this time.

In its battle with his disbelief, hope emerges triumphant, and determination joins it.

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.