, . Insolence Is Punished Without The Reluctance One Might Feel Through A Semblance Of Humanity Whether

      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?  ❞

➰+👐 ♥

      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

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      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 )

[ 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. ❞

[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. ’

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)