+ Talk About Me.

❤ + 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

❛  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

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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 )

GEESE RUINED MY DAY...

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

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. ❞