#╰ ･ﾟ 𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧. ✶ ◞ INBOX.

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[ PUSH ]:  sender  pushes  receiver  onto  bed. *sukuna ~

answered prompt for @chaoslulled ! ( 𖥔 )

      𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒. teeth could bite that tongue off, there were urges to act on instinct. apex creature signaling fight as opposed to flight, but something else sparked within his chest a 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 riddled need to challenge one so feared. as if to somehow prove there was nothing daunting about the very hands wracking his body. ignore the way it sends chills down your spine, avoid the image of arms circling and shattering each column with unbridled ease. heat garnered below at visuals brimming to the surface, feeling overpowered and arousal growing amid pressed forms / it makes breath hitch , softly with little to no resistance. nails sunk through anything tangible, fabric creasing in furled fists. he just wanted to feel a slivered ounce of control, to grip reality long 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 .

      the accursed was guiding every movement, platform heels beginning to stumble and being met with a shove to occupy the mattress. lungs release what once filled them, startled from him ! springs resound beneath the other’s joining weight, dipping from knees occupying the space between limbs and casting shadow from above and in that very same moment, when back touched plush surface, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 had also bled across nose bridge. crimson droplets, cursed energy , cascading as honed arrows flickered. they immediately dissipated, subsiding like an accident spurred by his own panic. heartbeat is pounding now, foreboding on the realization that he shouldn’t pose threats against a man willing to level cities for lesser offenses. gaze shifts upon opposing features in a way that indicates careful assessment, flustered disposition causing fingertips to seek his hand. ❛ i … i’m sorry. ❞ passive, quiet words meant to pacify him. make it better, guide that palm and hold it against your cheek. inspire sympathy, ❛ it will never happen again. ❞

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-throws him a dino nugget-

      catches it, and immediately dips the nugget in some sauce because he's not a maniac who eats them dry FLICKS A FRY AT HIS FACE.

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[ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender pins the receiver against the floor out of sheer rage. ( yakuzaaaa sukunananan, but choso is doing the pinning. free reign for you bb )

      𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖��. he only pressed harder when rejected, maintaining positions and favoring being the one in control. audacious bastard, assuming they would part ways and forget this ever happened. held captive for weeks, chained up like some 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 riddled mutt … used then discarded. it was the silence that shattered him, that refusal to confess any wrongdoing. kamo wants to rip his dick off. remove limbs and sew them back on just to start over again. there was movement beneath him, rousing mind from whirling around the possibilities. the subdued is rolling his hips, rutting against both him and a lavish rug ruined by their dried mingled blood.

      intrusive thoughts are urging him to strike again. alas his knuckles are already raw and tarnished. a scoff elevates from his chest, nearly reveling with laughter but stifling it back down in favor of something far more lenient. lips are curving, amusement shown and flaunted as his own arousal pushing at the firm curve of this man’s ass. so well defined, it’s a 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄 the owner of such qualities is nigh unbearable. fingertips glide under the flared hem of his button down, silently admiring soft fabric and trailing up his spinal column. ❝  you’re like a bitch in heat.     ❞ mockery, sore nerves. he wouldn’t soon forget how they came to be in this situation, no doubt their bodies are running solely on adrenaline. it was ironic, seeing him beg without words. actions never lied, but where amusement bloomed so did resentment. ❝  fucker.     ❞

      rough hand sought his pretty, rather feminine tresses. slamming the man’s head against floorboards. then again for good measure, a means to disarm him and fluster concentration. gather his wrists, tie them with his own belt. and so kamo did, opposing body flipped onto its stomach so limbs could be restrained behind one’s back. ❝  don't move, you'll only make it worse.    ❞ sukuna didn't always carry his gun, but this time was different. as though using it to deter backlash when he was eventually released, and that would have worked had the 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 been off to begin with. @koseigu

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“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.” ( from miss shoko )

      𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑. it was an uneasy white tinge bearing down upon them cold steel is pressing against exposed skin. vision was lucid enough to recognize what was being done to him, but unable to focus as sharp pangs emitting from his lower abdomen. where 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐒 nearly spilled through finger crevices. she advises remaining still, but the agony is liquid fire coursing his veins. muscles are tense, sweat beading down from a contorted brow as teeth clench around the disagreement his body posed. adrenaline is no longer lulling 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 to a numb paradise, they were unintentional and desperate for release. his wounds are sealing at sluggish pace, cursed energy combating the technique implemented to mend him. crimson expels from his nose, hand snaring the woman's wrist during which choso writhes onto his side. a means to escape it. ❛ stop. ❞ blood spews from a sputtering mouth, 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 rasping up from lungs and decorating the morbid slab he curled into for a semblance of comfort.

      appendages tightened around her, tremor wracked shoulders slackening from wavering consciousness. this must be so ironic, nursing a 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄 back to health. and possessing a glimmer behind those darkened eyes, one that spoke of compulsion / a childish desire to prod something dead until you discover something profound. she was killing him, and could only soothe with words as such cruelty continued. @koseigu

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🔫 or 'gun’ // sender sticks a gun— ( from yakuza sukuna <3 )

      𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐋. no longer upholding his strength to struggle against cold steel nudged between teeth. it was strangely delicate, that smooth push at the back of his throat. gag reflex protests the deepening venture, choking around metal and emitting an involuntary moan which echoed through the chamber. sick fuck, it's turning him on. eyes refused to meet those above, breath becoming hindered as his weapon twirls around a mouth filling with saliva he couldn't properly swallow. the tip glides in and out again, hand fastened around dark locks so tight, that grip. almost steers away from the bullet wound 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 nerves, the prickling sensation remains despite numbness taking hold. blood loss blurs vision, but the adrenaline spurs a hand around sukuna’s wrist. monitoring it somehow. false security, he couldn't stop this, even if a trigger was pulled. at least it gave him a sense of control, no matter how delusional. voice muffled as though to curse at him. that much was certain whilst brows cinched and umber hues fastened shut.

      they were both at ground level, the man’s knees mount his waist … this felt as demeaning as it may appear to those peering in. being mishandled, head being drawn closer in mockery of his constant avoidance. why is he doing this ? there is no justification, nothing warranted such treatment. still, it possessed a certain kind of motivation not easily tapped into. revenge, dressed up as humiliation and one’s own depravity. injury gathers a crimson pool at the underside of his thigh, copper notes clings to an inhale filling his lungs. how sickening, smelling almost sweet. the weapon had been removed, his 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐑 speaks and words are hazy. cheeks were flustered, flared a warm shade once pressed into his groin. he’s going to kill him, mark those words. lips sealed, feeling the outline beneath tautly woven fabric. kamo could bite it off, clamp his jaw around palpable flesh. then both would be shit out of luck, maybe he takes it like a man. but he didn’t deserve this, so to hell with him and this vendetta. @koseigu

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geto gets on top of choso and fingers his jade door

     pale as winter spring, dipping into the 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐃 koi pond. ❛ kimochīi ~ ❞

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🚬 or 'burn’ // sender burns receiver // and a shotgun kiss 😌💕

      𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇, 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘. ribcage swells with darkened hues, fresh bruises forming above those which healed. waning skin is laid bare for prying eyes, knelt upon stiffened knees. they are aching, pleading to reposition and shift the weight from stagnant groveling. sable strands are framing blood wrought features, mouth chapped and throat parched due to the other’s neglect. it was preferred, being 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐃 for days on end. only endowed the simplest necessities, and then disregarded with overhead lights shut off. being spared the proverbial rod, along with his depraved ministrations. chain embedded wrists cannot raise, strung behind, and looped at a metal platform beneath him.

      they were remaining silent, neither speaking as the man inhaled another drag : seemed like teasing, a 𝐌𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐘 toward one that couldn’t indulge his own vices. choso snarled as though disgusted, tongue gliding across teeth and contorting at the unspeakable taste left in his mouth. had there not been a guard set in place, otherwise this bastard would be writhing from the loss of his manhood. sneering as laughter escaped battered lungs. but that wasn’t their reality, the cigarette scalding flesh veered him back from those dissociative daydreams : away from comfort, where he manifested sunlight and bathed under its warmth. hoarse voice scrapping dryly on its way out. smoldering flame hovering over his inner thigh, causing limbs to tremor and his protest to subside with a 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 whine.

      this suffering was child's play compared to what the other had been subjected to memories are prominent, dosing and dousing his body until every sense was dimmed. no mercy, a sentiment shared as that scorned fury buried into brunette locks. furled appendages reel his head back, spinal columns crackling from the abrupt stretch. it never hurt any less, suspect that tolerances may be a myth from all he's endured. eye winced shut, glowering whilst blood gathered to spit at an unnervingly 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 expression. each fiber of his being anticipates the man’s retaliation, wearing a proud crimson tainted smile to further taunt from below. death would suffice, anything save for this hell on earth. though a justified cause and effect, it was bittersweet that their positions would shift. now they were both monsters, no better than the other. revenge had long been served, but he became greedy for seconds. there's no end to this, not that he can see.

      his wrath is withheld by a smile, almost too serene and worriless. it deceives what 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 eyes flaunt, for they harbor something malevolent yet pensive around the edges. odd, how familiar he became with that gaze. noticing the fluctuating emotion, knowing when they were searching for answers and brightening once finding a solution an elongated draw from the cigarette ensues before it elegantly flicked away, settling afar and still burning softly in the corner of his sight. geto leveled upon one knee, guiding with a secured hold and forcing his head to crook at an angle. their mouths were flush and suspended without touching, he could feel a thumb pry at the corner of his mouth. molars were itching to grind down, but as smoke poured into him ... brows pinched together, lids descending and shutting away the source for this 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒 washing over him.

      nicotine was a saving grace from anguish, temporarily vanishing from an unrelenting mind. one filled to the brim with horrors, and meaningless atrocities carried out by his hand. it was like an embrace , however short-lived once lips pressed against his own. replacing pleasure with repulsion as vision nearly penetrated through him, tasting tobacco fumes on that venturing tongue and attempting to avoid it despite being constrained. ❛ sick fuck. ❞ voice is muffled, steadfast chains suppressing his urge to strike back and 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 as arms twisted against their opposing pull / what the hell was he doing ? intimacy such as kissing was something they never entertained, it's undignified with whores more so with those you utterly despise. @vzmky

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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 )

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dangles a collar. ✨

      𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅, 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘. why did that seem so demeaning ? it would circle his neck without protest, clasped and worn with a rattled expression somehow defeated in appearance.

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umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella. // lift up your head king your goth make up is going to come off

      𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌. usually they would meet somewhere in the middle, share a couple drinks and carry on with plans to spend the weekend together. this was an odd monday afternoon, now being spent walking in the pouring rain. it drenched sable garments, clinging to muscle contours and tousled tresses. strands spilled over his features, coming undone from their former ties. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀 remained intact, however violet adorned lids were drowned out and washed away in streams down sullen cheeks. there was always an imminent presence when the other approached, a calm within the storm so to speak. arriving with stride, pace hastened and brandishing an umbrella. it was a 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 worthy sight despite blurring vision, droplets weigh upon his lashes.

       ❛ suguru ? ❞ they are swiped away with a soaked sleeve, attempting to watch as the man approached and in a way feeling as though he were hallucinating this entire circumstance. then it becomes tangible, shoulders brushing, and that radiant warmth to combat the 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 . ❛ you didn't have to do this, i was almost there. ❞ it was accidental, missing his own stop due to their sleep depriving conversations. no one bothered to nudge him on the tram, the only saving grace was his phone vibrating a breast pocket. caller name : heart throb. aka suguru geto. the man to send him spiraling downhill with a grin so serene, it reminded him of a feline tossing a yarn ball. his phone service was awful, but he managed to pierce through static and mention his late arrival. @vzmky

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pulls him by the scarf for smooches.

      𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍. lashes flutter shut as though giving way completely and pressing deeper against butterfly kisses a daring hand ventures around, graceful fingers dipping into stark white locks with an almost domineering push . arriving soon after would be his arm around the man's waist, bodies aligning as mouth grazed such 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐇 lips. there is intention behind it, pressure applied to seep a tongue passed teeth. you taste sweet, that was to be expected. @brazenlystrong

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tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo. // tattoo artist au mayhaps

      𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋, 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘. contagious pain which travelled from arm to shoulder, then slowly down the small of his back. that needle strummed such delicate lines, precision and obsidian 𝐈𝐍𝐊 penetrating a blank canvas. breath seemed to stifle down, as though withholding it. only when attention drifted upon his visage did something expel from darkened lips. ❛ you have a gentle hand. ❞ and your eyes are captivating , but that remains yet to be spoken aloud. there would be maintained 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 thereafter. catching him staring wasn't a worry for the time being, ❛ almost feels good. ❞ warmth blossoms in his chest, moths fluttering the crevices of his ribcage. that was very bold to say ...

answered prompt for @vzmky ! ( 𖥔 )

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Choso ! ❤︎ You don't have to deal with bloodloss, do you? So you'll let me swap around your limbs and turn them into something more fun ? Pleasepleaseplease

      ❛ swap yourself , i'm not some play thing. ❞ sadistic creature, as if he would test the boundaries of his own life for some twisted fantasy. ❛ transfigure this . ❞ extends middle finger, something he learned recently. apparently people do it when they don't like a situation.

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beckons to him before opening his arms wide. (how about a hug from the front this time-)

      𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑. contours pressing, enveloped in the radiance of his body. there is a moment in which his mind veers off, drifting away with a heavy gaze once cheek connects with the other's chest. the soft 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 vibrates against his ear, easing worry and doubt that occupied behind deepened eyes. ❛ i didn't expect ... ❞ finding the words, fleeting silence carries between them, ❛ for you to be this warm. ❞

      as those arms encircled, so would his own, height difference only allowing him to coil around such a defined waist. he wanted to stay like this, curl up against that flush source of heat this man possessed. fingers clench into the fabric of his shirt, pulling them 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 together.

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[ 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ] : exhausted from a battle, the receiver gives up resistance.

      𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄. a wrist is ensnared, swiftly raising the appendage only to release him, coming to the conclusion that interest was severely lacking in this battle. crimson seeps, retracting from whence it came into the 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 across his visage, sealed away. there is a subtle creak from leather soles as position regains composure to stand. ❛ stupid. ❞ while dejection rings behind words, there is annoyance for having wasted his time. after all, the others were doing far more work to cause a distraction. this one wanted to prove something, choso seemed to debate whether it was warranted to kick that wallowing face in. what kind of expression is that, anyway ? ❛ next time, mind your business. ❞ you're not the target.

answered prompt for @lotusgrieved ! ( accepting. )

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❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

      𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄. mind rumbled with a static whirl, pondering the words spoken to him and not quite grasping their depth. perhaps it didn't mean much to process, but ears pretended to listen anyway. relenting the softest 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇 and suddenly realizing the other was expecting a response. ❛ it's your tone ... ❞ momentary pause, peering down at his own set of pokémon cards, then reverting back with clicked teeth. ❛ you're a smart ass . ❞ they were tossed aside as though to forfeit this match. no way were normal types immune to ghost, that was a flawed system. ❛ i want a do over, you're cheating. ❞ this game was confusing, he wants to play something else he wants to be right, too.

answered prompt for @sugwu ! ( accepting. )