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i didnt ask what you think... i asked you to buy me lunch.

      ❛ and i told you how to get it. ❞ twirls an index finger, persuading him to bend over. ❛ i have 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒 we can stick in your waistband. it'll ease you into things, you like money so it tracks. ❞

why would i? you cant even handle me

      ❛ you know what i think ... ❞ eyes are resisting the urge to roll, canting his head as they relent to scrutinize him instead. ❛ you're scared. probably because you might like it. ❞

buy me dinner

      immediately clicks teeth at the sheer 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 , arms folding over his chest. ❛ put out, first. ❞ be promiscuous, at least, make it exciting. @ntzenin

he’s sad because everybody laughs at his new shoes

🦴or 'bone’ // sender breaks one of receiver’s bone ( j...jaw. from...sukuna )

      𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒. lungs were screaming for air, stuttering and inflamed as they dragged in pathetic breaths. nails are digging into his skull, brunette locks coiled around a furled fist while the opposite pried an aching jaw 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 open. no matter the torment, resistance is futile. his struggle begins to falter, either hand motioning with uncertainty of where they should grip onto for solace sake. instead palms brace themselves against the other's hips. pushing back against them, ultimately rejecting it with an eventual turn of his head. ❛ stop. ❞ mouth evades, fluctuating rasps that dither choking and steering in oxygen. ❛ please. ❞ you would kill him with such indignity ? this was beyond a mere human's capability, unmanageable by mortal constraints ... this 𝐆𝐎𝐃 would be wise to yield from that realization before then something crackles, vision abruptly skewered, and muffled whines are reverberating around the cock plummeting down his throat. enforcing accommodation, unhinging the joints that dared defy him.

      bones shattered around it, grinding against teeth with every uneven thrust. the priest is taking him without restriction now, and for a moment his fingertips were tearing at the looming figure above / vessels are 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 across dim eyes. scarlet spilling over scleras, and brimming with tears that involuntarily stream down his cheeks. hallow gods, have mercy upon him. for he was a sheep among wolves, and stood idly by as they beckoned the devil's reign. trembling digits encircle the sigil draped around his neck, cradling it as though to garner strength. anything that ensured he could carry onward and be 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 for his unjust mistakes. alas, meek prayer remains unanswered. this entity poured into him, emitting bellowed growls as its seed doused organs. sight darkening around the edges, crimson drizzling from his nose and mingling with saliva coated skin. deep, embedded scratches are spiraling down the other's thigh. such unfettered cruelty, allowing the swine to suffer as you devour it at leisure pace.

      leniency arrives to those who have earned forgiveness, this was to be his punishment. 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍 asunder, suspended in purgatory. his retribution shall serve for an eternity. as the alternate cock replaced its former and pressed along his bottom lip they were slackened, unable to deny access. however voice gurgled intangible words, swallowing viscous fluid whilst their gazes met. those various orbs are glowering back, overbearing and accompanied with a prominent leer. they spoke volumes, feeling the 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 being caress him fondly ... only to compel his body among corpse littered wood boards. they are surrounded by death, and rot. an audience to witness their faith's pollution. give blessings, despite the blood drowning your larynx. and endow your body as a gift, regardless of how it rips hungrily at your robes. the beast kept him pinned, wrists straining as pressure heightened behind their ruthless snare. it intended to crush them, and he would allow this to happen. @koseigu

I want to date another goth boy. Sitting on his lap doing his eyeliner. Pride badges on leather jackets. Making out in an abandoned building. Going ghost hunting together. Sleeping under a dark moon and huddling for warmth in the coldest nights. Reading Poe by candle light and listening to the cure until the songs tattoo into our brains. (I am so fucking lonely)

cont. from ( 𖥔 ) @vzmky

      𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. they were intricate motions, poetically entuned to his body. many would attempt this song and dance, when dragged into raves among friends how their eyes bore into him, forms brushing as though by mere accident. suguru managed without retort, nor the fist that came along with it. lashes were tamed with 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 mascara, half-lidded while the breath he had been holding finally exhaled. there is a sense of calm around him, never quite smiling but possessing gentle qualities that indicated his enthusiasm. ❛ i wouldn't mind it. ❞ he always spoke in small intervals, unable to keep up with his own mind and at times prattling before words had a chance to process. ❛ being alone with you, i mean. it seems peaceful. ❞ but that would negate his brother's existences, and would in turn shatter their solitary fantasy.

      opposite hands are nestled on his shoulders, slackening tension, and garnering the softest noise when fingers graze his throat. it's 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 there, even more so when caressed by another. skin blushed, faintly heightened and contrasting beauty marks. heat smolders at the pit of his stomach, spreading through blood streams. you look cute like this. the man crooned, ensnaring attention unlike before where it averted every moment he was caught staring for too long. rain droplets are still filtering from concentrated areas, shivering subconsciously and shuddering against the knee pushing onward between his thighs. that promise on 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 lips, wanting him / requited affections.

      he must seem desperate. but the offer to replenish warmth eased his worry. and it was so very 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 that fabric surrounding him began to tighten . shameful, being aroused by the implication. that might be a sign, one he couldn't simply ignore. obviously this man couldn't either, not while the evidence pressed back against him. ❛ given the timeframe, we should take it slow. i've never been with a guy, and i didn't think i'd get this far. ❞ playing coy, as if he hadn't been fantasizing the entirety of their appointment. undressing him with rapt observation, and fucking him with his eyes. ❛ even so ... i'll do 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 you want, for as long as you want it. ❞ there it was, devotion offered up and nearly begging for him to reciprocate. he craves it, too. whatever this is to either one of them.

🚬 or 'burn’ // sender burns receiver // and a shotgun kiss 😌💕

      𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇, 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘. ribcage swells with darkened hues, fresh bruises forming above those which healed. waning skin is laid bare for prying eyes, knelt upon stiffened knees. they are aching, pleading to reposition and shift the weight from stagnant groveling. sable strands are framing blood wrought features, mouth chapped and throat parched due to the other’s neglect. it was preferred, being 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐃 for days on end. only endowed the simplest necessities, and then disregarded with overhead lights shut off. being spared the proverbial rod, along with his depraved ministrations. chain embedded wrists cannot raise, strung behind, and looped at a metal platform beneath him.

      they were remaining silent, neither speaking as the man inhaled another drag : seemed like teasing, a 𝐌𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐘 toward one that couldn’t indulge his own vices. choso snarled as though disgusted, tongue gliding across teeth and contorting at the unspeakable taste left in his mouth. had there not been a guard set in place, otherwise this bastard would be writhing from the loss of his manhood. sneering as laughter escaped battered lungs. but that wasn’t their reality, the cigarette scalding flesh veered him back from those dissociative daydreams : away from comfort, where he manifested sunlight and bathed under its warmth. hoarse voice scrapping dryly on its way out. smoldering flame hovering over his inner thigh, causing limbs to tremor and his protest to subside with a 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 whine.

      this suffering was child's play compared to what the other had been subjected to memories are prominent, dosing and dousing his body until every sense was dimmed. no mercy, a sentiment shared as that scorned fury buried into brunette locks. furled appendages reel his head back, spinal columns crackling from the abrupt stretch. it never hurt any less, suspect that tolerances may be a myth from all he's endured. eye winced shut, glowering whilst blood gathered to spit at an unnervingly 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 expression. each fiber of his being anticipates the man’s retaliation, wearing a proud crimson tainted smile to further taunt from below. death would suffice, anything save for this hell on earth. though a justified cause and effect, it was bittersweet that their positions would shift. now they were both monsters, no better than the other. revenge had long been served, but he became greedy for seconds. there's no end to this, not that he can see.

      his wrath is withheld by a smile, almost too serene and worriless. it deceives what 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 eyes flaunt, for they harbor something malevolent yet pensive around the edges. odd, how familiar he became with that gaze. noticing the fluctuating emotion, knowing when they were searching for answers and brightening once finding a solution an elongated draw from the cigarette ensues before it elegantly flicked away, settling afar and still burning softly in the corner of his sight. geto leveled upon one knee, guiding with a secured hold and forcing his head to crook at an angle. their mouths were flush and suspended without touching, he could feel a thumb pry at the corner of his mouth. molars were itching to grind down, but as smoke poured into him ... brows pinched together, lids descending and shutting away the source for this 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒 washing over him.

      nicotine was a saving grace from anguish, temporarily vanishing from an unrelenting mind. one filled to the brim with horrors, and meaningless atrocities carried out by his hand. it was like an embrace , however short-lived once lips pressed against his own. replacing pleasure with repulsion as vision nearly penetrated through him, tasting tobacco fumes on that venturing tongue and attempting to avoid it despite being constrained. ❛ sick fuck. ❞ voice is muffled, steadfast chains suppressing his urge to strike back and 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 as arms twisted against their opposing pull / what the hell was he doing ? intimacy such as kissing was something they never entertained, it's undignified with whores more so with those you utterly despise. @vzmky

Blood Manipulation is treasured as one of the Kamo clan's hereditary techniques. The reason for that is "Convergence," which compresses blood with high pressure, plus "Piercing Blood" and "Blood Blade." which are derived from that, giving it a well-balanced response in close, mid, and long range.

GEESE RUINED MY DAY...

and showed me this, like i wasn't already crying about choso.

➰+👐 ♥

      𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓. the man was surprisingly gentle, inspiring trust and always lending that smile to ease tension. hands which cradle his neck spiked blood flow, flustered cheeks blooming another shade. for a moment, they don't apply pressure merely gauging his reaction to their placement. soft sigh expelled, eyes arriving to a passive close and embracing the newly found sensation forming in his chest. that 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 brimming over, seeping through veins and kindling pleasure. it seemed outlandish, arching as those fingers began to tighten, halting the breath in his throat to a sharp hitch. legs are folded over the other's thighs, squeezing around his waist and securing their bodies closer together. so daunting, having a weapon pressed to your skin / expecting it to graze, and not 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐌 you in its destructive wake.

      in truth, rather unspoken even to himself, choso reveled the amoral thought of punishment. as if this were deserved, and warranted to become even rougher from past misdeeds. but they were far more forgiving, those hands assumed monstrous and wracked with death. its namesake stifles, buried down and reverberating with a guttural 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 whine satoru. resonating behind darkened hues, embedded in his mind and ever praising this man as though it were an incantation. begging for more, anything to satiate this need for 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 . that belonging, for someone to want him in every shape and form possible. sounds are becoming stuttered, attempting to push harder into that unwavering grasp but being met with resistance. it's euphoric, but carries a temporary bitterness that aches in ones skull. @brazenlystrong

      𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃. speaking aloud isn't his strong suit, memories and construing sentences to form something profound was difficult. they would never understand, being placed outside that proverbial barrier peering in and watching the 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 motion forward, where his only remaining brother laughed and even cried when met with turmoil. you're a stranger to him, no matter your desperate instinct to comfort those tears and in turn make it better again. ❛ before i arrived here ... i would dream of this world. ❞ a realm unimaginable to those whom never lived. however, they weren't oblivious, even without a 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋 to roam beyond their confinements. cursed objects were sentient in their own right, ❛ always imagined what our lives would be like if we were just given a chance be a part of it. ❞

      there was so much choso couldn't express, having gained consciousness without language and moral reasoning. it pained him to ruminate over what truly made sense now that everything became so tangible. taken from all they've known and forged anew, it's like being torn 𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 and only fitting the pieces that fit. discarding fragments that defined core qualities, parts were missing. ❛ i didn't choose this, and you didn't either. but ❞ head shakes for a moment, soft gaze narrowing and observing as he always did. ❛ i guess what i'm trying to saying is, don't punish yourself when the ones who caused it are lying in wait. ❞ he mourns them, every waking moment, kechizu ... eso. would they have been pacified by these words ?

cont. ( 𖥔 ) @keiteiken

❤ + talk about me.

❤' + a url & i’ll write positivity / what i think abt them // @cadavors

insane that we hadn't interacted before it's like we were the same black lipstick split in two or idk, love interacting with you every day and it's not an exaggeration to say i look forward to our chats! you're really funny and also really talented at everything u do from sculpting to writing to graphics to editing (im still in awe at the color choice for gojo omg i could never combine colors like that); really thankful that we met now there's someone who's out there that shares the same taste in ficitonal men and also music and ships and who knows what else lmao fellow satosuguist chosoist suguboo. i'll continue sending u kermit gifs forever <3

another bros au but they are dying from heat

👐

      𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋. the other's confident exterior compelled annoyance, back pressed against an uncomfortable surface to which a groan erupts between them, features wincing as airway is strictly severed. that overbearing palm, furled and gnawing away with nails upon pliable skin. did he do something wrong ? weren't they on certain terms ... after all, either man did more than a simple peck and yet here lies the after math. perhaps that was just it, they never actually 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 , not until this moment. something very fleeting and spurred solely from his own impulse : he was only able to graze them. still surprisingly pleasant despite his drinking habits, whiskey often warmed the blood and he reveled that radiance emitting from his skin. ❛ you're losing your edge. ❞ pale digits are nestled beneath his, notched to slacken that tedious hold with squinting eyes. ❛ i can still breathe. ❞ at least act like you're trying to break it.

      this seemed uninspired, just a startled man unprepared to face the reality. that it didn't have to be a certain way, they weren't simple minded 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 running rampant. understandable as it was to push one another away, this codependency was beginning to feel on pare with addiction. a craving to clash, and become destructive in the process. their negative emotions were exerted through numerous outlets both agreed upon carnal acts brushed off as they went separate ways. never to be heard from until happenchance struck again. they always find each other, coincidences neither confronted and would more than likely scoff at when mentioned. arm extended to splay across his chest, the entirety of it pushing into him with a dismissive 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐕𝐄 while prying that hand away. ❛ anyway ... i'm not in the mood anymore. ❞

answered prompt for @ntzenin ! ( 𖥔 )

      𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓. insolence is punished without the reluctance one might feel through a semblance of humanity … whether this 𝐆𝐎𝐃 among earth possessed such sentiments was wholly unknown to him. they were at constant odds it seemed, domineering from above while his own limbs groveled amongst dirt and prideful remnants snuffed beneath that overbearing heel. you should strike back with dignity, it’s what they all would have wanted. no, there would be nothing left / you’ll wish for death. why discard playthings when they can be remolded. animals could be domesticated, any of your choosing if confidence serves well enough.

     winching brows, lashes fluttering as that palm gives the slightest pat be complacent. exhale falters with a soft shudder, finding solace in pressed lips seeking his forehead. that 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 symbolized forgiveness. however as hand cradled jawline, squeezing to where his mouth notched open from the pressure, his entire body shifted to accommodate something far more submissive . allowing mistreatment by 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓 and clenching teeth to prepare himself for it. but nothing happened, nothing save for the crooning malice in his tone. that rumbling vibration it resounded, powerful yet carrying a tenderness for him. either hand secures around his arm, not applying force but resting there for his own false assurance that it wouldn’t simply break his bones. to shatter them with one fatal motion.

     stomach churned, his brother's mentioning nearly averting focus from 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 crimsons eyes. ❛ yes … very clear. ❞  urgency to respond is impulsive, etched into his mind from their time spent together. choso wondered, aimlessly so, as to why this tyrant spared him such wrath. the masses weren't as tolerated, even looking at him wrong could warrant a death sentence. ❛ i never meant to upset you. ❞ voice feathered, hand overlaying the one which held him steady. wishing to ease it, loosen that tension in his grip. ❛ how can i make it right again ? ❞ i'll do anything for you, because you've made it so.

               𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙎 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙉.       it is a bold move that the little death womb allows himself to look so pretty, so daunting underneath the form of his own body moving over his.      how adorable that he claims that he can fight, that he thinks that he stands a chance.       do they not all understand that they are mere ants to him?       that any given moment he can flick his wrist and they will be destroyed within seconds?         no, ryomen only keeps them around because they are fun to bat between his hands, a tiger that keeps himself from tearing in with claws for the sake of his own fun.        he watches the way that choso quivers underneath him, a slow grin blooming across his face, lighting up crimson eyes that scream of the death and destruction that he can cause within moments.       𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄.      it is only because he is fun to look at, fun to play with, that sukuna has allowed him to live this long.        he is useful    –––––     he tames the brat outside of these encounters, smiles warm and pretends to be big brother because it's more imaginary lives that have been instilled by kenjaku.       he wonders how fun it would be to break that nose where the arrow dares show itself, across a dainty bridge that would be easy to tear apart.         though, it would be too much of a pity if he did    –––     he has grown fond of this toy, he does not wish to destroy.      not yet.

               a hand dips to his own, tugs it upward where he can reach that damn arrow that has erupted.      cursed energy fuels from the body below and makes him shiver    ––––     it is power, it is weighty;      he wonders just how much damage he could truly unleash if he wasn't so…. damaged.      still,  he allows his thumb to run across the edge of an arrow that is underneath a pleading eye, one that looks far too scared to be comfortable with.         his own eyes narrow for a moment, four crimson searching for a long moment, debating.        no, he does not want to break this one yet.        so instead he lightly slaps his hand against his cheek, presses a mocking kiss against his trembling forehead.        ❝  good boy, choso.      i know it won't happen again.      because if it does….  ❞       ryomen lets his voice trail for a moment before he grabs his jaw, forces those eyes to meet his own.         ❝  i will make you watch as i tear the brat apart, limb from sorry limb, until there is nothing left.      do i make myself clear?  ❞

[ TAKE ]  + [ REMIND ]  + ❝  you belong to me.  ❞ / 🫶😌💕💕💕💕

      𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍. that stride seems to quicken, not once looking his way nor speaking a word the entire route to their apartment. even while his name uttered between the distance, a timid notion for reassurance that everything was okay and he wasn't 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 over something so meaningless. clattering keys, shuffled through to find the correct one, before an eventual click and toss for them to land in a bowl near the archway. choso enters, shadow looming overhead as though his lover disappeared amidst the dark shroud and abandoned him to 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐊 ... door is gently closed, locked. scarlet led emits soft, eerie glow from their bedroom. creepers slide away from feet, tucked aside prior to seeking him out to apologize as expected.

      opposing hands shove at him, back aligned against the wall and disturbing framed insects along its expanse. mouths are pushed together, those fingers snaring his chin, pinning a wrist down the moment it rose to caress his cheek. tension clings to the atmosphere surrounding them, heavy as the tongue prodding canines and sinking to meet a warm cavern tasting alcohol and cigarettes. moan escapes, bubbling in his chest and filling the other with need. brunette lashes flitter, wincing from the 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 received thereafter. it bleeds, dribbling down and smearing under the palm that soothed it away : then comes a swift movement, being drawn away and tipped over the edge of their bed.

      arm was secured behind him, squeezing the appendage hard enough to where a fist would form to endure the pressure dealt. his voice ruminates aloud, degrading him and mentioning very fleetingly the woman's name. they are mildly slurred, hazy with the drinks he once sauntered down. you should have asked for her number, maybe then we could have sent her a video. hand releases him, moment spared where a belt is fumbled while the opposite loosens his in order to push down cargo slacks. ❛ suguru ❞ wrists were gathered, 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 together with leather and feeling the gradual dig from metal studs. gaze narrowed when hips are lifted to settle upon knees, becoming notched apart. elegant digits brush through his sable tresses, almost tenderly until the anticipated grasp pulls his head back.

      he was braced for it, heat emitting from the treatment and centering within his abdomen. pain never felt so good, hardening flesh below and tempting another groan. pale skin is 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 at the shoulders, seeping across his cheeks and contorting when he whispers beside his ear. i'm feeling generous, i could have taken you into that filthy bathroom and put a show on for whoever decided to walk in. geto's fingers are gliding across his jawline, parting lips and dipping past them / twirling around his tongue, a dancing flame waiting to tamper with destruction. but you have the comfort of our bed, odd how consideration works and is easily pushed aside. nails taunt a gag reflex, in a way that indicated purposeful discipline.

      unlike the other man, his own capabilities lacked in that department. experience with women ensured that, and it served as a reminder guttural protest heaving from his throat, teased with that breathy chuckle nestling at the shell of his ear. they withdraw, feeling them trace and begin to 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 him one by one. spine sloped, arching as the discomfort subsided. he greets it, slackened against the slightest friction found there. stimulation overrides his senses, moaning out and being stifled as palm plunges his face into the mattress. so petty, silencing retaliation as digits retreat and 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 from the head of his cock replaces them. every fiber relaxes for him, eyes unable to meet from his rather compromising position. stillness ensues, syllables are silk and reach the deepest part of his mind. you belong to me ... say it.

      possession can be a dangerous game, but they play it well. never would they intentionally harm one another, and when assurance is needed : choso promptly provides it. ❛ i belong to you. ❞ there is no reprieve, hips moving forward and burying deep inside him. it lures out a sound, ricocheting walls, sharp cry that doesn't resemble anything cohesive. whimpers are evolving into a plethora of meshed noises, no direction, heart beating rapidly and writhing from the self-indulgent 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 those thrusts offered. they're punishing him, however showing compassion all in the same motion. his lover knew how to be aggressively gentle, and perhaps that is one of many reasons to adore him. hands are gripping his waist, much needed leverage to guide and match each propelled slam. ❛ you feel so good. ❞ thoughts are scattering, voice weighed and shaken like brittle leaves. it crackles, pleasure hitched pushing back against him for more. ❛ h harder. ❞ like they were the last two people on earth. ❛ ... fuck me harder. ❞

[AWAKE] for sender to wake receiver up with oral.

@cadavors

truthfully, suguru had not expected it’d come to this.

perhaps it’s the closeness of their bodies, which started the night before, as choso’s arms searched for the right places to rest and circle suguru’s body, as though the idea of departing was poison in his mouth. suguru let him, content with the feeling of a sturdy body pressed against his own.

come morning, a distinct type of warmth dragged him out of sleep. the solid pressure against his lower back stabbed pleasantly and familiar against him, so he blinked the bleariness away until he could make out the tent in choso’s pants. it beckons him, devilish temptation. his hands move before his mind caught up to his actions, taking choso’s cock in a fist and stroking softly, at first, testing, building up tempo that gradually increased into a rhythmic set of obscene sounds. the wet slide of skin against skin, the ragged grunts that escaped choso’s lips but didn’t disturb his sleep — and every time his muscles jerked, threatening to halt his state of slumber, suguru slowed back down again and the smile widened on his face.

‘ ssshhh… sleep. i’ll treat you well, i promise, sweetheart. ’ suguru drawls out, leaning close to choso’s ear from his position. he rolls on his back to get rid of his pants, finding that he’s half-hard himself. ‘ hah.... look how hard you’ve made me. ’

though he knows choso is far from full consciousness, he can’t help talking to the man. missing the reactions that would’ve come after such jabs at him, suguru crawls closer, places a hand on each side of choso’s head and his thighs straddle him at the hips. their cocks rub one on top of the other, eliciting a groan from the depths of his throat as his body starts to move almost instinctively, searching for more contact, more of that intoxicating fire that licks deliciously across his spine. suguru wraps his fingers around both their shafts, thumbing at the vein below choso’s head, liking the way his body responds with a jerk like it was startled out of him.

hissing, suguru bends so he mouths at choso’s closed lips, ‘ fuck… you sure have a nerve making me do all the work here while you sleep. better wake up now before i lose my patience… ’

if this doesn’t work then it has to be something else…

sugurus focus zeroed in on the leaking cock mindlessly rocking in his fist, his mouth watering a little at the thought of sucking him off, so he moves south and even lower, his tongue darting out quickly to lick a stripe up his length and guided by the branches of veins leading to the red, twitching head. there’s teeth grazing where he knows choso likes it, cheeks hollowed up and head bobbing as he swallows him deeper into his throat, gulping around the member and he wonders if he’s ever had cunts that felt this good before. he hopes he hasn’t - knows that he’s worked on making this man addicted to the kind of ecstasy only suguru would be able to offer, hazed to the point that even a kiss would make him drunk and.desperate.

the corners of his eyes fill with tears by reflex, lips already swollen from the rough treatment. it’s when he glances up to take in the sight of him twisting in pleasure that their eyes meet, choso’s dark hues bearing the kind of hunger that couldn’t be faked. 

suguru smiles, choso’s cock slides out of his mouth and rests lazy and throbbing against his face. ‘ good morning, dear. ’

INTIMIDATION AND VIOLENT RP PROMPTS. ( A collection of action based roleplay prompts. Feel free to add information if you wish. )

Send a symbol for the action and/or send a # for reverse

🤲🏻 or ‘firm’ // sender grabs receivers chin firmly

🔪 🔙 or ‘knife behind’ // sender presses a knife on receivers’ throat from behind

🔪 🔜 or ‘knife front’ // sender presses a knife on receivers’ throat from front

🧱 or 'wall’ // sender backs receiver up against a wall

🔗 or 'kidnap’ // sender kidnaps receiver ( feel free to specify details )

👐 or 'choking’ // sender wraps their hands around receivers’ throat

💥or 'smack’ // sender smacks receiver in the face

🩸or 'bleed’ // sender makes receiver bleed ( feel free to specify where )

🤕 or 'knockout’ // sender knocks receiver’s head against the wall

🦴or 'bone’ // sender breaks one of receiver’s bone ( feel free to specify which bone )

🚬 or 'burn’ // sender burns receiver ( feel free to specify details )

🔫 or 'gun’ // sender points a gun at receiver’s head

⛓ or 'handcuffs’ // sender handcuffs receiver ( feel free to specify details )

🪓 or 'weapon’ // sender corners receiver with a weapon

🔧or 'gunpoint’ // sender holds receiver at gunpoint

🗑 or 'murder’ // sender attempts to murder receiver

✂️ or 'cut’ // sender cuts receiver ( feel free to specify details )

🧤 or 'yank’ // sender grabs receivers hair and yanks them over the floor

💊 or 'drug’ // sender sedates receiver ( feel free to specify ex. for a kidnapping, torture, etc. )

➰ or 'restraint’ // sender restrains receiver with ropes

💧or 'water’ // sender waterboards receiver

💪or 'arm’ // sender forces receiver’s arm behind their back

🔥or 'fire’ // sender puts cigarette out on receiver’s body

🪖 or 'tackle’ // sender tackles receiver on the ground

🚅 or 'shoot’ // sender non-fatally shoots receiver

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

feel free to edit pronouns as needed! content warning for some strong language,  threats and implied violence.

to each other:

❝  you’re mine. only mine.  ❞

❝  i’m all yours.  ❞

❝  mine.  ❞

❝  yours.  ❞

❝  we belong to each other.   ❞

❝  you belong to me.  ❞

❝  i belong to you.  only ever you.  ❞

❝  i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you.  like you weren’t mine.  ❞

❝  you know i’m yours,  right?  i only have eyes for you.  ❞

❝  no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me.  you’re it.  you’re all i want.  ❞

❝  i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me.  ❞

❝  wait are you jealous?  ❞

❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞

❝  i don’t like the way they keep staring at you.   ❞

❝  i don’t like how they keep staring at me.   ❞

❝  are they making you uncomfortable?  i can do something about it.  ❞

❝  no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to.  ❞

❝  stop—  it’s okay.  they’re not worth your anger.  just kiss me.  ❞

❝  stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share. ❞

❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞

❝  well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it.  ❞

❝  show everyone who i belong to.  ❞

❝  i’m gonna remind them you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that i’m yours.  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?  ❞

❝  you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention.  ❞

❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least i’m aware of it.  ❞

❝  i promise there’s no one else.  you have my heart completely.  ❞

❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞

❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

to a third party:

❝  get the fuck away from them!  ❞

❝  look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything.  ❞

❝  don’t you dare touch them.  ❞

❝  yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away.  ❞

❝  you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now.  ❞

❝  you heard them,  get lost.  ❞

❝  lucky for you,  i don’t wanna ruin their night.  but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate.  ❞

❝  you wanna lose a limb?  beat it,  fucker.  ❞

❝  see,  i woulda left it alone.  but you made them fucking cry.  so now you’re gonna lose your eyes.  ❞

❝  hey,  they said ‘no.’  ❞

❝  hey asshole,  shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up.  ❞

❝  what did you just say to them,  you little shit?  ❞

❝  oh yeah.  now you’re all quiet.  not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room,  huh?  ❞

❝  get lost.  ❞

❝  go.  ❞

❝  leave.  before my patience runs out.  ❞

❝  get the fuck outta their face.  ❞

❝  hey,  that’s enough.  ❞

actions:

[ CLAIM ]  for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips. 

[ HOLD ]  for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way. 

[ SHELTER ]  for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public. 

[ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party. 

[ RESCUE ]  for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable. 

[ CHASE ]  for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness. 

[ TENSION ]  for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other. 

[ STOP ]  for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them. 

[ MEND ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them. 

[ CARESS ]  for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

[ TAKE ]  for one muse to passionately kiss the other,  fueled by jealousy. 

[ TAUNT ]  for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively. 

[ REMIND ]  for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy. 

[ LINKED ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public in a comforting manner. 

❛  finger and oral  / yakuza au. 🎀

‘ don’t be so demanding. take what you’re given. ’

a hard slap follows, directly to his face. from the burning sensation left as if being grazed by fire, suguru can tell the swelling will be bad. he’s had worse. much worse than this, in fact. still, no one ever looked at him with the same intensity as the man standing above him did.

the man ground his heel in the space between his thighs, cautious. a predator sizing up how much he can gobble before it becomes too much.

if he’s angry, you wouldn’t be able tell just from his expression that’s been carved in a perpetual state of irritation since he’d walked into the empty warehouse, hands in his pockets. suguru hated him the first moment their eyes met. even more now, staring right at him down the barrel of his gun, and what a surprising turn when the same fingers that’d been twitching to pull the trigger many times more than they’d done already, slide closer to the brim and past the end, where suguru’s lips fuse with cold metal. they touch coaxes the muscles into compliance, mouth opening by reflex after the gun’s weight pushes down the front of his teeth. you’ll break them, asshole, he shots the man a glare.

moments bleed together after that: blurred images follow one after the other, violent pulls and scratching here and there take him so close to the edge that his blood steams at the rough touch around his throat, thick fingers forcing their way down his throat. the sound of fabric, a zipper; suguru all but chuckles dryly around the digits, until their solid presence is replaced by warm and tender skin. he smiles through it, driving the attention towards his own face and makes sure that their eyes are locked in place when his tongue darts out to trace a vein popping on the side, head bobbing and stopping when the edge of his teeth tease momentarily at the tip. the man - the boss grunts in appreciation and the least he could do is do is nod or pat his shoulder, but having lived at the bottom of society makes him take a fistful of suguru’s hair, shoving his dick back in repeatedly, many times, and suguru is glad that his lack of gag reflex saves him from dying with a cock in his mouth.

it stops. what was the man’s name again? suguru searches his memory pointlessly, unable to remember anything that’s useful and uses the short pause to unlock his jaw, testing that the bones remain in place. he glances up, expecting to find cold browns looking straight at him but is surprised to find that the gangster hides half his face behind a hand, pupils blown and flushed skin, pearl-like sweat running across his jaw. so he wants him… what a douche.

‘ thought this would be my execution the moment you walked in. ’ he says airly, wearing an expression on his face that he’s certain passed of as unfazed, ‘ do you like your dick getting sucked that much that you’d stall an enemy’s death for it? makes you wonder who’s the real whore here. ’

@cadavors

[ OVERSTIMULATED ]:  sender  repeatedly  making  receiver  orgasm. & [ BEG ]:  sender  begs  receiver  to  touch  /  fuck  them. // 🫶💕

answered prompt for @vzmky ! ( 𖥔 )

      𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒. gracing ears, metal cuffs protesting against a rusted iron pipe protruding from concrete. each movement the man makes ensures his chain grinds with a faint 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 screech. perhaps fervent skin reveled the bitter cold cement, scratching soft tissue and leaving tender marks in its wake. garments were torn asunder, an obsidian pile gathered beneath his arched back, you want to pour kerosene over that pretty face. light a match and observe as bellowing pleas rupture from hoarse lungs : his voice was like a soothing purr, dripping cyanide laced honey. it moaned through syllables reminiscent of his name. fettering with shameless need as his tongue lavished the crown of his 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 cock, kneeled over and shoving thighs apart whenever they attempted to close around him. middle fingers are crooked inside, brushing nerves that jolted those hips and dragged out another sound only then does he take the extent into his mouth, gutting the back of a throat that refused to flinch.

      empty bottles litter landscape, 𝐋𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐑 decanter shattered moments prior / crystal shards glistened too close for comfort. as though the other could avoid them with wrists bound and settled above head. he wonders if they’ll bruise a certain hue, steel gnawing deep without promised release. another praise ushers from those chapped, however graceful lips. fingers circle around himself, stoking in languid strides to match thrusts. allowing him to rock between each facet of pleasure, mouth and the appendages plummeting his entryway. choso can feel this man’s arousal 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐁 and engorge again, revealing how close he was yet again. appearing more quaint about it in hopes to throw him off. he suspects there may be an ulterior motive behind it, to come down his throat and snicker when it is promptly 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 out. the mere visual raised blood pressure, encouraging teeth to scrape on his withdraw for air.

      pace yourself, that made you dizzy. ❛ you need it, don’t you ? ❞ drowned timbre, sore and wracked with intoxication. digits gave a nonchalant 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 within him, hooking as eyes search for a reaction, half-lidded and dithering from coherency. ❛ for me to use you like a whore ... ❞ quite a sight to behold, the way his pet stirred and couldn’t bring himself to properly focus anymore. at least not enough to warrant something smug translucent streaks decorate his chest, each symbolizes a consecutive 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐗 followed like clockwork. all belonging to suguru’s own sick depravity. he enjoyed this, being unraveled at the seams and stripped down to his core. ❛ you’re sure as hell spread like one. ❞ balance at that edge, maintain that watchful gaze, and get off to it until you’re nearly there alongside him. breath becomes labored, shaking as his palm slides 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 at his shaft and immediately stilling when ecstasy brims at the surface. there were desperate pleas resonating beneath him, quiet and almost going unnoticed. beckoning for more than what is being offered, miserable whimpers and a weary sob to compliment tears falling from his flushed cheeks. so … aggravatingly captivating.

      those serene, dark strands framing his features as sweat began to tumble in a downward spiral. it clicks like a flickering flame, replacing fingers with the head of his arousal against an entrance 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 patiently for him. preparation was always an afterthought, having brought an oil specifically for him this time around to make it a much easier transition. still, he didn’t care for the other’s comfort. then why did you go out of your way ? a hand gestures behind his knee, lifting and pushing it up just a bit higher. their mirrored stare is unyielding, peering into him all the while thrusting forward with a single 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 motion. it gave him fleeting pause, other hand splayed beside his waist and promptly ignoring the glass sinking through the expanse of his palm. it did little in dampening his warm embrace , buried at the hilt and shutting eyes to ride that sensation a few minutes longer. trembling spine bends, forehead resting against his diaphragm. ❛ fuck. ❞ slow, be leisure and regain your composure. ❛ you’re so tight, it’s gonna make me come. ❞

(flirting) we should bite each other until we bleed