[ TAKE ]+ [ REMIND ] + You Belong To Me. /

[ 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. ❞

      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

      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?  ❞

❛  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

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. ❞

another bros au but they are dying from heat