Liu Xiao - Shiguang Dailiren II - Episode 12 - Can’t Live Without A Good Brother

❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜ 🎩 🤨

@limel1ghts

with no shortage of surprise, their bodies fit in together more perfectly than puzzle pieces. it’s cramped, the narrow space inside the car emphasizing each and every movement as xia fei adjusts himself beneath the weight of liu xiao’s thighs, heartbeats separated only by a thin film of flesh and bone and clothes that his fingers are quick to undo swiftly. have you had your first kiss yet? he’d asked.

to his surprise, xia fei answered yes, and honest as ever he rambled, described how sweet it was, how innocent, how pure. a past that’s too far to graze with his fingertips. it only makes him want to corrupt him, pollute the memory, replace it with the metallic aftertaste of blood on his tongue but he holds back the urge, masks it behind a head tilt, their noses brushing as he brings their mouths closer, their breaths melting into a single pool.

“was it anything like this?” he begins, considers tormenting him a little but how can he? there’s hardly anything he and vein have ever denied this man. he coaxes him into it, though, his palms running up the expanse of xia fei’s arms, enclosing the curve of his shoulders, his nape, the blonde hair that’s grown humid with sweat - is he nervous? excited? he wants to believe he wants this just as much as liu xiao does. for every time xia fei’s turned down his advances, he’s dreamed of this tenfold. 

“how did she do it? was it slow at first, hm?” defiant eyes mismatching the hard grip on his hips, his whole body tensing and liu xiao takes it as his cue to mouth at his lower lip, “ or was it hasty? did you prefer it rough? ” his right hand wraps around xia fei’s jaw, like it means to crush, the forceful grip allowing liu xiao’s tongue to slip in and press hot against his, attention fixed on his reactions.

“how far did you two go?”

words that settle it - a statement hidden in the dark hues that look down into xia fei’s very soul. he wants to sink his fingers in, wade in, until he’s reached his marrow. a wave of drunken delight seeps through, overly familiar, like he’d been here before. like it’s meant to be. perhaps it’s his mind playing tricks on him, keeping him in a deep fog, one that he welcomes nonetheless. liu xiao leans back and on his elbows - or means to until the separation is abruptly erased by xia fei’s arms tightening around his waist.

❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜

he heeds the warning, excitement stirring at the base of his stomach. their mouths are back onto each other, it’s less kissing this time and more panting, like a thirst barely contained, choking on water, his attention fixed on grabbing xia fei’s belt, searching for the hem of his pants. he licks a wet stripe up his palm before he shoves it down and takes both in a firm grip. “did she treat you like this?” he mumbles next to his ear, voice low and visceral and vicious in its teasing - he bites, too, starting at his earlobe and following a path down his adam’s apple, his collarbones. “who did you like more? her… or this?”

he's so beautiful i need to consume him i need to tear him apart with my teeth i need to feel his blood dripping from my mouth i want to have him in the most visceral way possible i need to eat him alive

obsessed with how nearly all the espadas joined aizen for their own interestes or begrudgingly obey him bc he overpowers them, while ulquiorra just like genuinely likes aizen for some reason

hii consider this a starter call ♡

"im not crying! respect your elders!!" / utahime @ gojo

‘ it’s never fun to clean up after someone else’s party y’know, so i’d say we’re even! ’ he would’ve most definitely made another remark - probably something, anything to do with the leaves and branches stuck to her carefully-maintained hair but doesn’t. let her figure it out herself. he’s been nice enough already for coming here, at this hour, on what’s supposed to be his day off.

either way he doesn’t let her finish the flood of curse words that are probably most likely building up in her mind and instead redirects everyone’s (utahime-chan and ijichi’s) attention towards the elephant in the room — the first-grade curse in the building, more like.

satoru claps twice, ‘ okay, okay, i need you all with me now, let’s not ruin the moment. this is supposed to be an alumni reunion, and you… ’ two eyes on a set of 12-somethings, spiderish, nothing he’s ever seen before but hardly anything to write home about. satoru’s smile drives up the blindfold, adding to the symmetry of a face that’s obviously mocking and nothing close to sympathetic, ‘ i recommend you start counting your legs. ’

red light.

a vortex.

this ought to show them — the curses and whoever’s messed up his schedule for the next few days, that this is no mere game for him, however much they’re trying to make it seem so.

@psielapki

❛  what took you so long? this is a total disaster!  ❜ <3

‘ don’t know about that. ’ his confidence is contagious, if the way these parasitic curses still crawl up the walls looking for a bigger body to attach themselves to. he doesn’t let them go so far, not out of a sense of responsibility, no: the thing is he’d rather be doing anything else but this. there’s a kamen rider special on TV. the plants he swore to be taking care of could use some watering, for sure. unfinished games waited in his console.

anything else… 

small fries, they should learn not to waste space like that. Satoru chooses to humor Megumi, lightness in his step as he waves dismissively at the mess. ‘ you know what they say about art: it’s abstract, relative if you will. maybe I’m trying my hand at new hobbies. ever heard of self-expression? ’

a snap of his fingers and the last stroke on the canvas is done. it is indeed messy, but Megumi doesn’t need to know that. ‘ aaaand we’re done here. shall we go? you can thank your amazing teacher for finishing up the work so quickly. ’

Art by  AoiBara

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❝  when there is greed, there is hope.  ❞ ( from manami <3 )

‘ men who live by the waterfall cease to hear it, ever heard of that phrase? ’ is what he offers, fingers idly skimming through the pages.

the monthly statements are a formality, mostly managed internally. numbers tell no lies — numbers are exact, constant, always true to what they represent, unlike the humans that arrange them in fine paper and leather folders. suguru gives a last glance at the paper and turns his attention back to her, ‘perhaps i’ve got playing the pious deity to these monkeys down to a fine art so well that i no longer hear them complaining about their diminishing shares. ’

the view outside is painted in dull oranges, perfectly content with being swallowed by the quick-spilling dark of the night. there’s always been a mean air about her, too. as if cut by the same razor, their sharp edges complemented each other in funny ways. the carpet snaps shut in his hand, back pressed lightly against the windowsill.

‘ well, diminishing is too generous. they weren’t getting any more than what they deserved as creatures at the bottom of the food chain. scavengers like them did always make for greedy little things, and this cult is run precisely because their ambitious bellies are filled with misguided faith. so on. ’

‘ it’s rare for you to point it out in that way, however. ’ suguru’s gaze is bold and unflinching, peering up from beneath the veil of dark bangs and shadowed by the setting sun. it’s in that moment that all truth is stripped bare, he thinks, because the otherworldliness of the room pushes him further into honest curiosity: ‘ am i thinking too much, manami? ’

@koseigu

from Psycho-Pass/Zero novel (source)

depends how many bottles you count as too many.

#or daddy#/gets shot by a mysterious guy wearing a hat

did he take too many benadryls...