Cont. From ( ) @vzmky

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.

❛  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 )

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

[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. ’

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. ❞