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Oh he hard alright

[numinousdread-a]

       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 !

[cultiivators-a]

❛ 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   .   “     ��

[wolfkcst]

heavenlypillars

elbow eivor back

                 ❝... Well done.❞

[numinousdread-a]

@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.

[shenzuns]

@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.   ❞

[shenzuns]

@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  ...   ❞

[wolfkcst]

Eivor: /has visions of meeting @heavenlypillars but as Odin

Eivor:

Eivor: I really need to lay off on the mushrooms.