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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅-𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓 stood before his liege with a cold expression on his dainty features. Although his tail was not out, the fox yao heritage was obvious in his alluring and sensual bone structure, as well as the two white ears that sat upon his head. Yet the black mark, almost like a bloom, bred itself upon his forehead to remind one he belonged to the demon clan. Tall, but willowy in all white robes, Bai Li made many of the court jealous or angered by his natural beauty -- almost to be compared to the infamous Sha Hualing -- or by his aloof mannerisms -- almost on par with the ice king known as Mobei Jun. No one knew how he came to be in power, only that he had sprung up out of the blue, claiming his title from his late father.
He bowed even now before the other, the demons at his back staring daggers or sweating with unease at the strange shadow he cast. little claws and faint growls appearing to try and reach out from wherever he stood. Bai Li lifted his eyes carefully upon the throne.
❝ You requested my presence , your majesty ... ? ❞
@heavenlypillars has been summoned !
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❛ You did this for what? Why? ❜ @heavenlypillars
it was a bit embarrassing - but he was already the laughing stock of the heavens ... a trash god on the mortal realm as well. so really , there was nothing for him to lose . really , at this point there was only merits to be gained. xie smiles despite himself - dusting his hands off on white fabric , not much minding the mess left in it's wake.
" why ? " should that not be obvious ? 800 years had washed away any relevance he ever had ... a reputation tarnished and mostly , forgotten. " well .. if i didn't do it , i don't think anyone would have .. you've got to start somewhere . " he was giving himself .. a lot of credit here , if it weren't for san langs generously puqi shrine may have very well already collapsed in on itself.
“ please don’t laugh . “
#heavenlypillars#ᴍᴜꜱᴇ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ - XIE LIAN#please don't laugh at me for worshipping myself it's not what it looks like its just that i -
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❝... Well done.❞
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@heavenlypillars // Luo Binghe said: [ GRATIFY ] sender asking “is that better?” after finally penetrating receiver after teasing them. (( bai li x binghe so true ??? ))
NSFW //
𝐁𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓 falling into the demon king’s bed. Even if he felt nothing would come of it, even if he knew this was surely a one time thing -- Why had he even come back here to this court ?
He sucked in a breath as he felt those large hands trailing up the expanse of his lithe back, felt his fangs bare themselves as he looked up at this half-demon whose eyelashes swept and fluttered like feathers, whose shoulders could carry all that oppressive demonic might, whose mouth was pink and irresistible as the strength behind those big hands currently shoving him down into his bed instead of choking him to death.
Heavens, strike me down like you want to, Bai Li thought.
He hadn't given himself to many before. Rather, no one but one ever usually possessed his mind with the urge to. And this ...
Bai Li felt Luo Binghe's fingers lifting his thighs over onto his shoulders and massaging down the backs of them to his behind. He grabbed each cheek in hand, kneaded each one as he bent Bai Li in half this way to lean down and drag those dreadfully weak, too human still fangs against his collar and neck. And despite it, Bai Li felt his his ears twitch and his face warm by the intimacy of it, the inherent arousal it gave him to be touched by another who wasn't scared of him or this body he occupied.
Soon he felt those hands rubbing higher, closer, teasing Bai Li in places he shuddered to think made his cock twitch to life. But he closed his eyes tight, and feeling a thumb brush a particular place, he was unable to withhold the sigh and lift of his hips into it. It proved to be a mistake.
Luo Binghe, with his pretty waving black hair pooling over his shoulders, leant back and locked eyes with Bai Li the moment he opened them again.
His thumb stopped there, right at his hole, where Bai Li was loathe to admit he felt he wanted it, tight and wanting.
"You like that ? "
"No." Bai Li answered too quickly. Then, "...It feels nice."
"Against your hole ?" Luo Binghe saw right through him.
"Yes."
"Do you want my finger there ?" He pressed, smirking.
"..." Shame or embarrassment filled the fox yao's head like the sudden appearance of clouds.
"Tell me," Came his soft command, and Bai Li's ears fell back. A growl left him, the muscles of his thighs tightening above him.
"--I want it. "
"Want what ? "
"You to touch me there." He hissed.
"Where ? "
Bai Li, despite his flushed face, glared up at him. He bore daggers into his soft-looking lips. "....On my ass."
"And ? "
"And I want it inside there."
Luo Binghe didn't tease him anymore. At last, he only leaned forward and whispered in his furry ear, "Is that better ? "
Like that, Bai Li felt his finger return, a heavy pressure against that place. He laid still, averting his gaze as he lifted his hips and a moment later felt his fingertip penetrate through.
It was so big, he couldn't fathom what ever else of his could eclipse this -- without thinking, he had relaxed and eagerly took in more of this digit making Luo Binghe laugh softly into his ear. "And you thought this would be me."
His finger soon sunk in deep to the knuckle and with a mewl, Bai Li saw stars for the rest of the night.
#heavenlypillars#bai li. ╾ (ic)#NSFW.#i am just#🙈 my face publishing another one of these#NAWT THE WORLD SEEING MY SM*T WRITING#anyway bai l.i refuses to believe he's a good bottom and yet
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@heavenlypillars sought: ❛ run ! i’ll hold them off . ❜
𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚉𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, like fear, takes its place in jade pools and with it came a flash of annoyance, the urge to scoff scraping at the back of his throat. he resists, opting to glance over his shoulder, maneuvering steps backward ‘til the warmth of his disciple’s back, solid and unyielding, offers a place of comfort amid the din of the fight and all that surrounded them.
❝ luo binghe ! do you really believe this master so weak ? ❞
𝙷𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙳, 𝚘𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍, more than anyone what worry could do, it’s what bound them after all. so clear in the other’s voice, the bite in his own words fear masqueraded as scathing reprimands. it enveloped his very soul and skin alike, white knuckles, tense shoulders, exasperation gnawing at the edge of him with a sigh sharper than intended. this was something they ought to get used to, with each trek into the unknown and all this world had to offer, they encountered enemies fiercer than the last ( creations borne from the scrap pile of its authors drafts unfettered and unknown ) with each offering their own brand of grievances to the table; grievances shen qingqiu had much to speak of, complaints slipping from his lips as though they were water, and yet intrigue would always remain steadfast. he liked to explore, liked the challenges it brought in spite of each situation oft provoking some humiliating writers trope to incur, but he enjoyed every beast and fauna they would eventually encounter nonetheless. his amusement had its limits though.
𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, for he was simple at his core. anything that posed a bigger threat than necessary, something that couldn’t be felled by a swift slice or strategic game plan, was no longer something he could feasibly deem as fun — and though he knew, he knew, he KNEW time and time again that death was hardly as feasible for binghe as it was for himself, old habits died hard and he was encapsulated by all his sacrificial inclinations ( kindness etched under his skin, woven into the very fabric of his being / what wouldn’t he do to keep binghe safe ? ).
𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎, he’d done it far too often to know with a guilt all encompassing in their earlier days; and no doubts were held in his mind that the other could decimate each enemy surrounding them with a force as breathtaking to shen qingqiu as the very man himself, but. try as he might, easy was never the route he took, he would not resort to helplessly falling back ( he was once told pride was his sin and to this end he couldn’t disagree much to his chagrin ) as weak as he once had always been. and, perhaps, in the corners of his mind tucked away ‘neath the tightness of his limbs, there was that simple promise of protection and all the regret that accompanied it.
𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖, why don’t you let him do the same for once ? abandonment made him weary, he was tired of it, if they were to fight let it be hand in hand with shoulders pressed to one another. if binghe was to be hurt, let it be somewhere he could reach out and soothe ( his past oft haunted him, a gravesite of all his wrongs he could only dream of fixing / grant him the opportunity to show you now, if not with words then with actions, his care for you dear protagonist ).
❝ this one will fight with you. i might be old but surely you don’t see me as some wilting flower ? how can this one take ca — minimize your injuries if i am comfortable and warm at home ? it’s stupidity. we’ll engage together, no complaints. ❞
#heavenlypillars#tbt.#me writing? incomprehensible#completely ooc for kiwi system is going off the shits at this-#SODBFSCMFSDMKDMKSDF#YEAH ITS VERY fun to write sqq without#all his melodrama like. he has it still here but. its less his internalized thoughts which makes a change#OR IT IS HIS INTERNALIZED THOUGHTS JUST. real. the ones he refuses to give notice to#I LOve Angst
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@heavenlypillars sought: Bīnghé returns —— silent, like usual, and steps into the room. He waits until his shizun's back was turned facing him before he walks up behind him, strong arms wrapping around qingqiu's chest as face buries into the crook of his neck. " Shizun, this disciple misses you greatly. " .
𝙼𝙸𝙳𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃’𝚂 𝙴𝙱𝙾𝙽𝚈 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 of their shared hut, alight by the gentlest of candlelight flickers, shadowed by the restless hands of he who couldn’t sleep. he who’s mind worked tirelessly in the absence of one who took more space than he’d realized he’d needed, solitude a plague of the heart and his was no less full than when his disciple made noise enough for the two of them / noise enough to quiet edged insecurities, guilt and all that arose from it ( forgiveness wasn’t enough, it never would be, he’d carry this burden in his chest / skewer his bleeding heart and learn all the ways binghe sought to be loved until he was utterly enraptured by it / he’d learn to heal this pain he caused ).
𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 are all he knows when there’s only him, and he wonders when he became so needy ( wasn’t he free from dependency ? but this was different ). it isn’t until his frustrated sigh catches in his throat with the work around of familiarly cold hands pressing to his chest, a reflex setting off within him and it takes far too much in him to dismantle the urge to throw his elbow back ( it’s too late, he does so regardless ‘fore old habits were difficult to kick / but his disciple could play him as well as he played the guqin, pluck his strings precise and careful, managing to dodge the blow all the same ), and he’s huffing for an entirely different reason now.
𝙰𝙶𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛, tense shoulders soften and curl, fluster sneaking ‘pon his skin, and though he leant away from the suddenness of that loving touch and all its blisses, much too unused to affection still, he made no move to leave; voice cloaked in a faux exasperation, fussy and full of half hearted complaints ( “ luo binghe, what time do you call this ? scaring your master like that, haven’t i warned you about this before ? brash disciple. “ ), but still, still, he settles and relinquishes the crumpled paper in his hands. he had no use for paperwork when home was no longer a world’s a way and he could settle, cozy and soft, in the nest binghe had made for him in his heart ( he didn’t understand, perhaps he never would, but he’d take it and cradle it / make up for each hour, each second, he never did ).
𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝚂 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 to binghe’s own, squeezing with one and cradling his beloved’s face with the other, thumb running soft circles into the skin of his cheek and he quiets. simply stands there for a minute haplessly indulging in the presence of the other and the careful vulnerability it brought like a sun kissed cat lounging, warm and free. and it’s here he brushes past his own red cheeks and uncertainties, nose brushing ‘gainst the other’s as lips part to move forward with eyes half lidded, but —
𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛 of binghe’s voice, soft greens darting up in tender worry, a silent kind of heartbreak encasing him. a breathless " oh " escapes him, words had never been his forte, and he finds himself struck for he understood, understood better than anyone could hope to understand and it wounds him. he immediately seeks to soothe, his love a salve he hoped to swipe across every abrasion ‘pon binghe’s soul ( sticky, he complained, but how could he mind ? he’d gladly tear his heart in two, offer it up ‘til binghe had his fill, and still give more / cling as much as you want to, he doesn’t mind, he really doesn’t ).
❝ i missed you too, binghe ... it’s ... never the same without you here, how many times must this master say it ? ... i’ll always be ready for when this silly disciple decides to return home to me, i’ll wait for you, you’ll always have me ... ❞
#heavenlypillars#tbt.#my bi.ngq.iu bias showing#SGBFVHDFJSDFMK IM SORRY THIS IS LATE i had like so many ideas#for how to take this and i think i kind of got lost in the sauce a li'l bit but#yah....... s.qq rly do be like Plagued with guilt but man is he in love with bi.ngh.e
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Eivor: /has visions of meeting @heavenlypillars but as Odin
Eivor:
Eivor: I really need to lay off on the mushrooms.
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