#tang pu

[spike-and-faye]

COWBOY BRACKET:

PHASE 1 - ROUND 2

[lexa-hippb]

MY FINALS ARE OVER YIPPIEEE

[emikokagou]

Imma very dedicated artist i swear-

[joyfullemon]

Random hcs about my dislyte Team

PLS KEEP IN MIND THESE ARE JUST HEAD CANNONS AND ARE NOT ACTUALLY CANNON AND ARE NOT GONNA BE COMPLETELY ACCURATE!

Jiang man:

Due to her quite nature no one really knows much about her

She’s VERY protective of everyone else

Tang yun calls her his friend

Chang pu calls her beautiful every chance she gets 💔

She loves the rain

She constantly looks dazed

Li ling admires her strength

Aurelius and her sit around together, they both don’t say much but she likes being around him ☹️

Aurelius:

He has a hard time communicating with anyone so he kinda just stands there

He however likes talking to Chang pu

He’ll tell her about life in the snow fields and she listens ☹️

He’s very embarrassed by his social skills

Li ling tried to help him but Aurelius thought Li Ling was mocking him

His nose is always a little pink cuz ya know cold

I know he sun burns like crazy

“Hey Jeff I feel like a hotdog” type sunburn

Tang Yun:

Oh this poor guy.

Whenever they lose a battle his ears droop ☹️

He’s a very good listener but he HATES hearing about what other people have that he wants

Once Li ling told Tang Yun that his ears turn red whenever he lies so now whenever Tang Yun lies he covers his ears

His ears don’t actually do that tho 🤭

His face definitely turns red when he’s embarrassed tho

Since he loves pudding so much everyone bought him pudding for his birthday and he was so excited

He has a hard time expressing emotions tho so he just ate it in front of them to show he was grateful

Chang Pu:

OMG I LOVE HER SO MUCH 😭

She grows flowers for everyone all the time like they all have 10 different flowers on their windowsills

She LOVES jiang man so much

She’s always telling Jiang man fun facts about spider Lilies

Afterwards she gets embarrassed

She has so many fun facts pls someone talk to her about gardening

Her favorite color is green I mean come on

She makes tea for everyone and makes it just to their liking, everyone tells her how much they like the tea and she gets shy every time 😭❤️❤️

Li Ling:

He’s so grateful for everyone around him ☹️

He’s constantly telling everyone how strong they are

Whenever someone gets tired he doesn’t hesitate to offer to carry ‘em

He unironically, says “Dope” and “Lit” 😭

Despite looking scary he’s a huge sweetie

Please for the love of god do not eat anything he cooks it’s all so spicy

He puts chili pepper on EVERYTHING. And when I say everything I mean everything. He has lolipops with chili pepper Istg

He LOVES unnatural hair colors (his other outfits) he especially loves when people have red or pink hair

Everyone thinks he’s super tall because he’s always floating dudes like 5”9

Whenever he gives anybody a complement, he’s really aggressive about it like “GOOD JOB YOURE DOING SO WELL KEEP IT UP”

Chang pu and him get along very well and he calls her the little sister he never had

Same for Tang Yun but tang Yun refuses to accept the label

[rohansdisciple]

dislyte be giving mfs the most atrocious gacha 10 pulls I've ever seen in my life 😟‼

I'm thankful for the tang yun's and the helena but everything else ... GAH DAM 🥲🤛🏾 .

[well-dressedwords]

I wish I understood how to gif, because I'm OVER THE MOON that Detective College is back, and not only that, but Tang Jiuzhou has returned! Huo Shu is present in photos and video so far, but I miss Shao Mingming and Zhou Junwei. I assume Junwei's increasing success with acting roles may be his priority. 😢 I'm happy for him but sad if he's done with these shows.

And I'm getting super excited for the next season of Great Escape likely to air soon.

The only thing that would make me even happier is English subtitles... 😭😝

[sanxuathienkim]

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[fannyjemwong]

CORAZÓN AMARILLO 6 : RECOPILACIÓN Y SELECCIÓN DE FANNY JEM WONG

CORAZÓN AMARILLO 6 : RECOPILACIÓN Y SELECCIÓN DE FANNY JEM WONG Poesía china cantada: “Una rama de ciruelo” poema de Li Qingzhao (la más grande poetisa china) Poesía china cantada: “Una rama de ciruelo” poema de Li Qingzhao (la más grande poetisa china) Poesía china – programa 1 Poesía china – programa 1 Poesía china – programa 2 Poesía china – programa 2 Poesía china programa 3 Poesía…

[boyuans]

141023 陳若儀Kellycupcake Weibo Update

[potahun]

Watching a bit of S6E1 and :oooo im shocked

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | drabble

“Your Pussy is God”

A/N: happy international women’s day to you, my baby loves! Cooked y’all up something real good on this special day celebrating all women 💗 pornstar!joel is here to worship each and every one of you ;) big thank you to my baby love bug @strang3lov3 for this moodboard and @itsokbbygrl for doing a quick beta read!

~word count: 655~

Summary: your pussy is god, baby love

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: none, fluff, smut, domestic intimacy, established relationship, pussy eating, unprotected piv, body worship, pussy drunk Joel, filthy talk, language, soft vibes!, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, readers nickname is baby love, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

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You feel the gentle scrape of his beard along your cheek bringing you back down to reality, ears ringing, breaths mingling as he presses a kiss to your lips, lashes fluttered, chests rising and falling in sync.

Sweat slicked, sticky skin adhered together like glue. He pulses inside of you, cock dully throbbing around your fluttering cunt.

There are no cameras this time. Just you and Joel in the shared comfort of the early morning where the sun has barely begun to rise along the horizon. The mourning dove coos outside of the open window, soft cream colored curtains billow in a cool breeze that kisses your exposed skin.

He lets out a grunt, low and deep as he slowly eases his cock from between your thighs. One strong arm loops around your waist, hugging you to him as his lips brush across your jaw. His movements are languid, no rush behind them as he trails his lips further, and further.

He kisses the column of your neck, tongue dragging across your pulse point, licking up your salt and perspiration, tasting the familiar tang on his tongue. He groans, nose pressing, dragging downwards.

“What’re you doing, baby?” You hum, lashes still fluttered shut as your hand slides upwards, resting along the back of his head and carding your fingers through his sweat stained curls.

“Tastin’ you, baby love.” He rasps, dragging his lips further to kiss the edge of your shoulder, between your breasts, tongue dragging down your sternum, stopping just above your belly button.

“Mmm.” You sigh contentedly, “continue.”

His lips curve upwards against your skin, grinning like a devil at your comment for him to continue. “Can I clean up the mess between your thighs? Let you ride my tongue out before the sun rises?” He pressed an open mouthed kiss against your hip, nibbling gently eliciting a giggle from you.

“Mhmmm. I would love that, baby. Clean up the mess that we made.” You correct him softly, peeking an eye open to watch him.

“You’re so pretty.” He coos, letting his freehand gently grasp your thigh and press it open as he sinks down further. “So pretty in this light, so soft, all mine.” He babbles, mind fuzzy and pussy drunk.

Your hips shift, making room to accommodate him comfortably. He wraps one arm around your stomach, gently pulling you down closer to his mouth while his freehand teases through your folds, spreading your inner lips open, messy and sticky with yours and his cum.

“Such a pretty little messy pussy, baby love.” He hums, smacking his lips together in anticipation because there isn’t a moment in the day where he’s not thinking of tasting you on his tongue. It’s his fuel, his energy, his life source—

“I love it when you talk about my pussy, Joel. Makes me feel so good inside that you think she’s so pretty.” You open both of your eyes, meeting his gaze just as he drags his tongue from your weeping hole, through your folds, and up to your clit, his eyes never leave yours. He gathers up your combined releases on his tongue, swallowing it down like he was quenched with thirst.

“Mmm. That’s what you deserve, baby love. To feel good, to feel loved, worshipped, admired, fuck—ain’t nothin’ I wouldn’t do to make you feel my love.” He makes your heart and pussy clench, and he doesn’t even have to try.

“Dude.” You giggle. “Who the fuck is cutting onions? How can you go from filthy to romantic in—oh” you sigh softly, head falling back against the roused pillows as his tongue flicks back and forth across your clit, lips wrapping around the nub, sucking gently with the intent to make you come undone all over again.

“Like this.” He chuckles, continuing his ministrations and taking you apart with his tongue, coaxing you to give him just a little bit more of his favorite meal.

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[ryin-silverfish]

I understood that Fox spirits with gold and white fur are normally heavenly foxes. But Su Daji in the versions we know, killed people before the events of the story. So, will any type of fox spirit get this color when it already has its nine tails? even if they are already foxes that killed people?

I am kinda confused by the wording of this question. Correct me if I'm wrong:

-Heavenly foxes = foxes with gold/white fur and 9 tails

-Heavenly foxes are "good", or at least work for the establishment

-Su Daji of the Pinghua version is a heavenly fox, judging by her appearance

-But she kills people and isn't good

-Does that mean gold/white fur color and 9 tails is merely a signifier of power in fox spirits, and has nothing to do with their alignment or allegiance?

Well...time to dive into some fox spirit lore.

In the oldest Chinese legends, nine-tailed foxes are very much divine beasts. The Girl of Tushan, for example. Nine-tailed foxes also appeared in Han dynasty grave reliefs and paintings as part of Queen Mother of the West's worship:

They were very much auspicious beasts, like Qilins or Phoenixs. Same goes for white foxes.

The exact point in time where "Auspicious Foxes" started shifting into "Demonic Foxes" is unclear, but it probably had something to do with the change in ways people conceive of yaoguais: namely, the idea that anything that grow old enough can become a yaoguai.

Foxes seemed like a prime candidate for that kind of stuff, because unlike dragons or phoenixs, they were just too common, mundane, and eerie. Divine beasts don't sneak into your chicken coop under the cover of darkness.

By the Northern and Southern dynasty, in Ge Hong's Baopuzi, there was already the idea that animals that reached a certain age could transform into humans, and he cited foxes, wolves and jackals as an example:

"...They can live up to 800 years old, and when they reached 500 years old, these beasts transform into human shapes."

Around the same time period, Guo Pu's Xuanzhong Ji gave an even more elaborate account of fox spirits' transformation:

"Upon reaching 50 years of age, foxes can transform into women. 100 years, beautiful women, divine shaman, or men in order to charm women. They can know things from thousands of miles away, are masters of the arts of charms, able to make people lose their minds...at 1000 years old, they can commune with Heaven, and are known as heavenly foxes."

This concept of heavenly foxes had a renaissance in the Tang dynasty, where folk worship of foxes were very popular, and Daoist influences meant that many foxes in Tang folklore were practitioners of the Daoist arts.

If foxes could cultivate, it was only natural that the best cultivators among them could become immortals, just like human Daoists, and get a job in the Celestial Bureaucracy.

Curiously enough, all Tang dynasty heavenly foxes were male foxes, and the troubles they got into often stemmed from their own lust and entitlement to human women.

Heavenly fox status also offered them protection from death sentences: when they were subdued by Daoist masters or immortals, the punishments were either beating with a rod or exile.

However, only one Tang text connected heavenly foxes with nine-tailed foxes and a specific fur color: You Yang Za Zu, which I cited in a previous answer.

In a sense, this fusion of nine-tailed foxes with heavenly foxes was really going back to the roots of "Nine-tailed Foxes as Auspicious Beasts".

But it didn't last, and by the Song dynasty, nine-tailed foxes had undergone full yaoguai-fication like the rest of their kind.

This is just my speculation, but "Nine-tailed Foxes as Demonic Spirits" could perhaps be traced back as far as their more auspicious associations: the nine-tailed foxes of the Book of Mountains and Seas were just another type of man-eating fantastic beasts, after all.

Anyways, it is at this point that the idea of Daji being a nine-tailed fox first appeared, and FSYY Pinghua went a step further by merging Daji with the "heavenly nine-tailed fox" of You Yang Za Zu, turning the auspicious divine beast back into the demonic.

But, back to your question: a white/golden fox, or a nine-tailed fox, is not necessarily a heavenly fox. In the Qin-Han era, that's just an auspicious beast.

By Guo Pu's definition, a heavenly fox is just an incredibly powerful 1000 years old fox. By the Tang dynasty definition, a heavenly fox is a long-lived master of the Daoist arts who managed to get a job in the Celestial Bureaucracy.

They absolutely can be assholes (though shielded from the worst punishment). The idea that a heavenly fox is also a nine-tailed fox of unusual fur color is specific to that one passage in You Yang Za Zu and FSYY Pinghua.

Having nine tails/white or golden fur doesn't say anything about a fox's alignment or morality either. Rather, it says more about people's general conception of foxes during that specific era, and what was auspicious in one dynasty could easily become markers of the demonic in another.

[lxh-arts]

惊蛰~ || Jingzhe~ || Awakening of Insects~

Peach blossoms first in the warmth of spring,

allure none can resist.

- Tang Dynasty, ZHOU Pu, "Peach Blossoms"

[plainclothesdisaster]

Red Knight Chapter 2 - Dead End

DP x DC | Dead on Main

Jason Todd encounters one Danny Fenton in the streets of Gotham and suddenly he's thrown into a world of ghosts and monsters. Will he embrace this life? Or will it just end up with him dead again?

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No way Jason was going to call that number. He was busy with Black Mask. So long as there was no trouble, he didn’t need to get involved in meta business. And he certainly didn’t need help from one. He was absolutely fine.

He could have told Bruce and the others to keep an eye out, but what would he have said? Be on the lookout for a generic dude who can tell if you died? Yeah, not worth ringing alarm bells. He went back to his work.

Days later when Jason shot a would-be robber in the leg, he was totally calm. Weeks later when he pushed a rival crime boss off the back of a moving truck— definitely still keeping it together. A month later when he held one of Joker’s pawns by the head and smashed his skull to the cement again and again and again and the rage roared like an ocean in his ears— okay maybe he was missing the easy peace he’d enjoyed those first few days after confronting that stranger in the alley. He’d gotten so used to the rage that he’d forgotten what it was like to live without it.

Back in his apartment that night Jason scrubbed the blood off his hands. He didn’t think about the crumpled receipt he’d stashed in a kitchen drawer a month ago and hadn’t dared look at since.

As he laid down to try to sleep he could still feel the new weight in his chest but now an old anger clawed at it again like a ravenous beast. Uncomfortably aware of it now, like when someone reminds you you’re breathing. What had that stranger done to him?

That doesn’t mean we’re totally human either.

We’re.

Jason felt different since coming back from the dead, that was obvious. But taking a dip in the Pit didn’t make people metas. Not like that guy. Jason couldn’t walk through walls or disappear. At least he didn’t think he could.

He thought of the stranger’s— of Danny’s easy cheeky smile. Totally unthreatened. Jason’s heart twisted with rage and something else.

He pushed himself out of bed and got suited up again. No use laying here with his blood on fire. The chill of the empty streets would have to serve as a balm.

Later he’d blame his carelessness on his frazzled state of mind. But regardless of the cause, Black Mask’s goons caught him in their trap with maddening ease. One minute he was following a mark on the street, the next he was jumped from behind, tied up, knocked out.

He came back to consciousness in a small windowless room, tied to a chair with a hefty amount of rope. The sharp tang of metal and the weight of sweat hung in the air. Three goons with guns hovered over him. They’d taken his helmet but left the domino mask. So considerate of them.

“We’ve got some questions for you,” the head goon said, smiling with stained teeth.

Jason’s vision went red. Rage, rage, rage. There was no room for thoughts in his head, only the loud wailing of his anger. These goons were dead, deader than dead. Except at this rate so would he.

He felt a gun to press into his temple. He bared his teeth. Anger howled within him. The guy was talking but Jason didn’t hear their questions, he just wanted to kill them.

Then suddenly the howling stopped. A familiar quietude settled beneath his heart. It took his eyes a moment to focus and then he saw him there, inexplicably also inside the safe room, standing behind the goons. The stranger from the alley. Danny.

“I was starting to think you’d never call.” Danny smiled, all sunshine. What the fuck. How was he here?

His captors turned with a variety of shouts, guns out and primed against the new intruder. Danny didn’t react. He didn’t take his eyes off Jason.

“I didn’t.” Jason breathed. It felt like his heart had stopped.

“You’re like me. I never expected you to.” Jason caught a flash of fangs under Danny’s lips and his pulse skipped. “Good thing I was in the area.”

Then a goon grabbed for Danny’s arm. Jason half-shouted a warning but Danny was quicker. He nailed his assailant with a fist to the chest that sent him smashing back into the wall. The second thug swung his gun around and got a shot off. Jason swore it hit Danny in the leg but Danny didn’t flinch. Instead grabbed the gun and kneed the guy in the stomach so hard it lifted him off the ground. Danny turned just as the head good aimed a shot right between his eyes. Gunfire. Jason braced for the blood splatter, but it didn’t come. Instead Danny grabbed the guy by the throat and slammed him to the floor. The goons didn’t move.

When Danny looked back up at Jason his eyes glowed with that same ethereal intensity he saw before. Jason felt a thrum of energy from deep within him like a second pulse. Like calling to like.

He stared mutely as Danny rose. He should have been dead twice over. A foreign reverence leapt to the forefront of Jason’s mind, he didn’t know from where. Who the hell was this guy?

“You wanna get out of here?” Danny asked.

“Uh, yeah.”

Danny didn’t hesitate. He touched Jason on the shoulder and the ropes fell off him with the same slippery feeling he had when Danny had put a hand through his chest. He lead him through the door (literally through it) and out onto the street where a motorcycle waited.

Danny tossed Jason the keys.

“See ya round?” Danny turned to walk off. Like he’d just run an errand and not shown up out of nowhere in the middle of the night and beaten half the life out of some of the Narrows’ meanest thugs.

“Wait.” Jason stopped him. “What the hell is up with the guardian angel act? Who the fuck are you? What did you do to me?”

Danny turned back and smiled. “You want to get something to eat?”

//

Danny didn’t start talking again until they were seated across from each other in a booth at a 24 hour diner, two steaming cups of coffee between them. Jason had begrudgingly acquiesced to the offer of food. He guessed it was somewhat better than having this conversation at gunpoint. Not like that would have worked anyway, judging by how it went last time. This, at least, might get him some answers

“So, you died right?” Danny began.

Jason’s grip tightened on the handle of his mug. “You are supposed to be the one answering questions.”

“And I will! But you’re going to have to help me understand a bit too. You’re a unique case.”

Jason didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing. “Yeah I died," he huffed. "Didn’t stick though.”

“How?”

Jason raised an eyebrow. He half expected Danny to know all about his death, seeing as he seemed to know so much else about him.

“A clown with a crowbar turned my lights out. Lazarus Pit turned them back on.” At Danny’s confused look, he continued: “Lazarus pit. Glowing pool? Impossible healing waters?”

“Oh is that what you call those pools of rancid ectoplasm beneath the city? I suppose that would be just enough to do it.”

Rancid ectoplasm sounded like another can of worms but that would have to wait. “Do what?”

“Keep you half alive.”

“What do you mean half alive?”

Danny took a big sip of coffee. “When I was fourteen my parents built a portal in our basement. It led to what is basically the realm of the dead. It didn’t work at first, until I went in and accidentally turned it on. The portal opened on top of me, which wasn’t great for my overall health and well-being per se. It killed me but not all the way. Instead I became half ghost.”

“Ghost.” Jason half chuckled and waited for the punch line.

Danny looked straight at Jason with those intense blue eyes, completely serious. “Ghost, specter, phantom, whatever you want to call it. I’m part ghost and you are too.”

Jason blinked. “Bullshit.”

That made Danny laugh. “I usually am pretty secretive about my whole deal but maybe I can be more lax if that’s the reaction I’ll get.”

Jason grumbled. The waitress came by and put a steaming plate of hashbrowns on the table between them.

Danny leaned back in the booth. “Okay, well if you don’t believe me— since coming back have you been stronger than a normal human should be? Faster? Get hurt less bad and heal quicker when you do?”

Jason frowned. “Side effects from the Pit.”

Danny raised a knowing eyebrow. “Uh huh. If that’s what you want to call it.” He grabbed a hashbrown and took a bite, continuing to talk between chews. “The weird thing is you should be able to do so much more. But now that I know you were doused in corrupted ectoplasm it’s making more sense.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean more?”

Danny extended his hand intangibly through Jason’s coffee. He waggled his fingers for show.

“Intangibility. Invisibility. Flight. You should at least have basics like those.”

Basics huh. Dying didn’t magically make him able to fly, of that he was certain. Not that superpowers wouldn’t be convenient, they weren’t exactly Jason’s brand.

“But I think what the problem is is you’re running around with a half formed core. I did my best to stabilize it the last time we met but I’m not an expert in these things.”

“Core?” Why did every sentence out of Danny’s mouth have to make less sense than the one before?

Danny tapped his chest in the same spot Jason felt the now-comforting weight in his own. “Ghosts don’t have a heart. We have cores, which are metaphorically the same thing.

“Half ghost cores are weird in their own right. But yours feels especially weird. It’s like… spiky when it should be smooth. And soft when it should be hard. Does that make sense?”

Of course it didn’t. Jason wasn’t here for a supernatural biology lesson. But that wasn’t important. “And you— what you did— made it… quiet. How?”

Danny flipped his hand up on the table and suddenly a glowing green ball of energy hovered in his palm. “Pure ectoplasmic energy to cleanse out the corrupted stuff. But it’s temporary. It’s worn off since I last saw you. I think your core generates corrupted ectoplasm. And that I can’t fix by myself. At least not here.”

“Where then?”

Danny’s face turned sheepish. “You remember that realm of the dead I mentioned?” He closed his fist, extinguishing the light. Jason leaned back.

None of this seemed believable. Jason had died and come back to life, he accepted that impossibility. But all this even more impossible stuff about ghosts and ectoplasm and realms of the dead— that was pushing it.

None of it changed the fact that Danny knew too much about him, and worse, he seemed to have some kind of power that affected him. There was too much he wasn’t saying. And now he wanted to take him to a different dimension to fix something that Jason still wasn’t convinced actually existed. Yeah, no.

“Why do you even care? What do you want from me?”

Danny shrugged. “I just want to help.”

“Why?”

“Because I can. It’s hard for me to ignore someone like you. Someone like me.”

The worst part was that he seemed genuine. But Jason wasn’t so naive to think that even if Danny said he wanted nothing in return that there wouldn’t be some other strings attached down the line. He sat back in the booth and folded his arms.

“Nah I’m good.”

A hint of a frown flashed across Danny’s face as his response. He didn’t push any further and Jason felt a small relief. He didn’t want this to end in violence, not just because (for the first time in a long time) he wasn’t sure the violence would end in his favor.

“Thanks for the coffee,” said Jason. “I’m gonna head home.”

“You still have my number right? It’s an open offer.” Danny wasn’t great at hiding his disappointment. Jason almost felt a twinge of regret.

He pushed himself up from the booth and left.

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[osamusbigtits]

osamu breathes out, the warm, wet air tickles suna's neck. suna closes his eyes and grips osamu's shoulders, pulling him closer.

"I wanna devour you," osamu says, lips brushing against suna's neck. "I can't wait to watch you." an open mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin of his neck makes suna shiver and whine, his legs tighten around osamu's waist. "falling apart by my hands and tongue, making those delicious sounds."

suna tries to rock his hips against osamu's, need any friction to ease the ache in his pants. "samu," he breathes, opening his eyes again to find osamu staring down at him, with a hunger in his eyes. the heat in his core grows. "samu, please. I need you."

a little bit of blood still rests at the corner of osamu's mouth. suna sits up and licks it. osamu opens his mouth and suna slips his tongue in. he moans when he feels osamu's sharp fangs, tastes a slight metallic tang, osamu's hands gripping suna's waist tight enough that it hurts, that will leave marking bruises.

osamu's always possessive after he feeds.

osamu rolls his hips up, a lazy motion that makes suna gasp and wish the layers of clothes were no longer between them. osamu takes the chance to bite suna's bottom lip, just so suna can feel the sharp poke of the fang.

suna wants osamu to bite him.

suna's already a desperate mess. his underwear is soaked through, his hips moving unconsciously. he breathes unevenly, quick pants and soft whines. osamu buries his face in suna's neck and breathes deep.

"please," suna begs. he clutches onto osamu's shirt. the pleasure keeps building up and he's a taut string, ready to snap. he just needs to feel those fangs, that sharp pain, osamu's tongue on him. suna needs it like he needs air to breathe. "please, please, please," he whispers like a prayer.

osamu chuckles into suna's neck. "you smell so good," osamu hums. he lazily licks suna's neck, just to tease him. "like the finest wine I've ever tasted." suna shivers.

osamu wraps one of his arms around suna's waist, holding him securely. suna skin tingles with anticipation. osamu's hold on him softens, more tenderness than possessiveness. it makes suna ache with want.

suna tilts his head back, leaving his long neck exposed for osamu. osamu kisses scars made from previous times, wounds that suna begged osamu to let him keep so everyone could know that suna belonged to him.

a sharp pain stings suna's neck. suna moans, loud and unashamed. his cunt throbs when osamu gently sucks the wound he made. osamu hums before he licks the bite. osamu could take every single drop of blood in suna's body. the thought makes suna dizzy.

osamu lays suna back on the bed, placing gentle kisses on suna's neck. "so good," osamu whispers. "always so good."

tingles run along suna's skin, head spins with pleasure as osamu's hands and lips roam. slowly, osamu undresses suna. lips and fangs drag along suna's skin.

osamu surprised suna with a bite to his thigh, suna's back arches as the taut string finally snaps. he shakes with the release, moaning osamu's name.

"you're gorgeous," osamu praises. "and so perfect for me." he slides up, giving suna a quick kiss that suna tries to follow, but he throws his head back when osamu's fingers start to rub lazy circles into suna's sensitive clit. blood slowly runs down suna's thigh. the feeling has his pussy clenching around nothing.

all suna can do is take and feel. it's all osamu wants him to do. the thought has suna squirming, feeling hot all over. "need more," suna says, hips moving to try and bring more pressure, more speed. "osamu, fuck, I need you."

osamu bites the soft skin of suna's breast. another puncture wound to slowly drip blood. blood that osamu will lick up soon. the thought almost has suna tripping over the edge for a second time.

osamu dips down and licks the line of blood off of suna's thigh. "you always taste so good." he nips the inside of suna's thigh, not drawing blood, just to tease. he lifts one of suna's legs over his shoulder and pushes the other one against the mattress. "a treat for me, always."

suna shakes. his cunt gets impossibly wetter at just the thought of osamu eating him out, but part of him isn't quite sure if he can handle it. one orgasm in and suna's already feeling fucked out and dizzy. and osamu's barely touched him.

he yelps when osamu licks a broad stripe. osamu chuckles, the vibrations shooting through suna's spine.

"so sensitive today, rin," osamu says and kisses suna's clit. "I didn't even need to touch you that first time. I wonder how little it'll take to get you to come again."

suna groans. "don't tease." he wants to squirm, but osamu has him pinned.

osamu's toying with his prey.

but he concedes. his tongue flicks against suna's clit expertly, tongue moving almost lazily as he knows just what makes suna feel so good. a pressure quickly builds up again. suna moans freely; with every breath he whines and whimpers and groans.

osamu slips two fingers inside of suna's wet hole, curling when he sucks on suna's clit.

it's not long before suna's coming for a second time, louder than the last.

osamu coos softly as suna shakes and comes down. gentle kisses and words of praise. the contrast in such a deadly person always makes suna feel so attracted to osamu. osamu could kill him in a heartbeat, but instead, he holds suna like he's easily broken, he kisses softly, says everything to keep suna coming back. even if suna loves each bruise, scratch, and bite of their time together.

"rin," osamu says against suna's cheek. suna turns to nuzzle against osamu, barely thinking of anything but needing to touch and feel him. "can you do one more?" he asks timidly. "if you need to stop, we can."

suna shakes his head. words struggle to come to him, anything but needy begging seems to escape him. "no, I-I... I need you. please. don't stop."

osamu takes a deep breath in. "we go slow, okay?"

suna's eyes widen at the implication.

"yes. I'm going to fuck you," osamu says, voice fighting to stay soft, but a slight growl comes through. "you've broken me, rin. I used to be so strong."

"you are," suna replies and kisses osamu's cheek. "I love you." he wants to beg and plead for osamu to just get inside of him already, but he knows osamu needs to ease himself into it. he knows why osamu hesitates, he doesn't want to hurt suna.

but suna loves the pain anyway.

osamu doesn't reply, instead kissing suna. suna reaches up and holds osamu's cheek, keeping their lips connected as osamu slowly pushes inside of suna. osamu breaks the kiss to take a stuttering breath.

suna stays close, needs to feel inch of osamu. osamu relaxes slightly and suna wraps his legs around osamu's waist. suna breathes, thighs shaking at the stretch and the previous orgasms.

osamu curses and suna laughs. "forgot how good pussy is?" suna teases. osamu huffs, annoyed.

suna's about to tease again when osamu rolls his hips. suna feels drunk with pleasure. osamu filling him up, they touch at every possible inch, osamu's composure seems to be failing.

"tell me," suna pants and licks his lips. "tell me what you want to do to me. right now. what are you thinking?"

osamu nips suna's ear. "right now," osamu says, that delicious growl still in his voice that makes suna clench around osamu and earns him a soft grunt. "I want to grab your hips and fuck you senseless. I want you to forget everything but my name." he places a wet, open-mouthed kiss to suna's neck. "I want to mark you up so everyone knows you're mine."

suna's eyes roll back. just imagining it makes him so horny.

"part of me," osamu continues, voice lowering, "wants to just stay like this. god, the way you feel around me. every word I say has you tightening around me." osamu breathes out and ducks down to lick the blood on suna's chest. "you taste so good I can hardly focus. hearing your blood running through your veins. I swear I'm addicted to you."

suna rolls his hips. "please," suna pleads. "please, I need you to fuck me. I want to only think about you." suna pulls osamu back up and bites osamu's bottom lip. "you have me." suna presses his forehead against osamu's. "I'm yours."

suna watches something snap in osamu, some primal urge breaking loose. and suna needs it.

osamu starts with quick, shallow thrusts, enough to knock the breath out of suna's chest.

suna keeps one hand on osamu's cheek and the other wraps around osamu's thick torso, digging into his back. "deeper," suna says against osamu's cheek. osamu groans, his hips slow. suna can see the hesitation he tries to hide.

"let me ride you," suna says. "let me on top." he's slowly losing patience to the unabating pleasure building.

osamu breathes out against suna's cheek and nods. "okay. okay."

a moment later and osamu's laying on his back, suna straddling his thick waist. suna hums to himself as he slowly bounces on osamu's cock, mostly teasing himself.

osamu looks up at suna, eyes shining bright with pleasure and amazement.

"you look good under me," suna says. he picks up his pace, shifting his hips to find that perfect angle, the one that sends waves of pleasure through his body. osamu's hands rest on suna's thighs, gripping tight.

out of impulse, suna grabs osamu's hands above his head. osamu gasps.

suna keeps rolling his hips, feels osamu fighting his grip. they both know how easily osamu can overpower him. suna smiles.

"good boy," suna says softly and breathes out. he bites his bottom lip, fucking himself on osamu's cock like it's his own toy. underneath him, osamu's breath is uneven. he groans and starts rolling his hips up to meet suna's, pushing even deeper. "fuck, just like that," suna groans.

"rin," osamu breathes. "rin, shit. I can't-"

suna presses his forehead against osamu's. "osamu," suna moans. maybe he plays it up a bit more than he needs to, more whiney than he really feels. but osamu's deep moan is worth it. and suna keeps moaning his name.

osamu growls and breaks his hands free of suna's hold. suna struggles to keep himself balanced and only get a moment before osamu grips suna's hips and starts to fuck up into him.

suna moans, long and drown out. he lets himself fall onto osamu's chest and just feel osamu's thick cock hitting just where suna needs.

they both pant and moan. suna really can't think of anything but osamu.

his orgasm hits him hard. a loud, broken moan signals his release and osamu's following shortly after.

suna rests his weight on osamu, gasping for breath while osamu eases suna off of his dick.

they lay together for a moment, suna nuzzling his face into osamu's neck. sweat and blood make suna's skin sticky between him and osamu.

osamu holds suna, whispering gentle words of encouragement and praise. he asks if he went too far and all suna can do is shake his head.

after a bath, where suna's still out of it, osamu changes their sheets, cleans the bites on suna's boob and thigh, and lays suna in bed. he's about to leave when suna grabs his wrist.

"let's cuddle," suna says.

osamu seems to fight an internal battle. he's always on top of getting suna water and a snack after. but suna just wants osamu's arms around him, to feel his slight warmth from the recent feeding.

suna gives a slight pout and osamu's giving in. osamu slips under the blankets and holds suna. suna falls asleep with his head tucked under osamu's chin.

[speedane]

Things that I still look out for in SwiftSpace:

• Bardon, Lewis, and Tang Xuan talking about their siblings who went to the Decree.

• House Ramses espers talking about House Ramses.

• Hyde talking about the Miracles (PLEASE HE'S BEEN FOCUSING MORE ON HIS OLD MAN HOBBIES)

• Chang Pu posting... just Chang Pu posting.

• More pictures in SwiftSpace please not everyone has a bright imagination-

•Brynn talking to Bennie without sounding so dry/cold....