I Want To Date Another Goth Boy. Sitting On His Lap Doing His Eyeliner. Pride Badges On Leather Jackets.

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)

[ 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. ❞

[ 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. ❞

➰+👐 ♥

      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

      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?  ❞