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[heiangod]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⁺₊ㅤ𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒   ⁺  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍  ⁺  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒ㅤ ₊⁺

# 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 an independent heian form portrayal from the jujutsu kaisen series with sporadic activity ( slow reply ) in pst. first established on malient 1/15/2025 and written by vera ! underage writers and personals do not interact, this will be a 21+ environment. as of 2/12, i no longer follow first due to comfort reasons. not spoiler free and tends to add personal touches where canon is concerned. please read my rules before following. if you ship minors with adults, this isn't a safe space because i call it out. duplicate friendly but only as non-serious writing mutuals. ♡

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : cannibalism, hedonistic beliefs, occult mentions, dark humor, uncomfortable topics and mature themes not suitable for most audiences. keep in mind, i write a villain who also happens to be the main antagonist of his universe. he will not be filtered, nor made digestible for others. see this post to understand my canon divergency.

𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒 : lunarshrine ( kokushibo ) + waraningyo ( nobara ) + tojida ( toji )

rule i.   novella and multipara is my preferred writing style and i'm heavily plot driven so please don't be upset if my energy is being directed at those type of threads. usually certain dynamics call my motivation more, if we discuss things ooc then that's also a factor. i don't really respond to open posts.

rule ii.   i don't enforce building blocks for  shipping . if you throw me a crumb, i'll make it work and we can build it around prompts/discussions. i don't have jealousy issues for you pairing off with a duplicate, just know where the line is and don't copy paste our dynamic. please note that i ship sukugo, and will indulge most pairings where there are two consenting adults. ♡

again, if you ship megu.mi or itad/ori with my character or ship the teens with any of the adult roster --- kindly block me if i follow you because i'd rather not find out later down the road. i'm protecting my space, you can do the same. as a survivor, roleplaying the sexualization of kids is not something i’ll brush off. mentions of these topics is alright, but to write it won't fly with me.

rule iii.   i don't really write over   discord  because i want to separate them. ( there are exceptions ) but tumblr is primarily kept ic and direct messages are ooc. we can have servers to stay tidy, but i really don't want to mix things and become overwhelmed.

rule iv.   i'm very particular on who i allow on my dash, so posting a lot of negativity is something i keep an eye out for. if writing is scarce on your blog, and you actively reblog anything but rp content for long durations --- i will not be following back. i am here to interact and engage ic.

rule v.   my  phobias/triggers  and what i don't want to see are as follows : animal gore, ped/oph.ilia, mpreg, racism, homophobia and that's about it. i can tag everything, but some things slip through the cracks. apologies in advanced.

rule vi.   if you are a multimuse account, please specify for me if you're seeking interaction. and if you're an oc, have a background and verse for said character. it's draining on me to figure out how to implement them, especially since i write a canon portrayal. also, i don't write with self inserts, and oc family members. we don't find it interesting. FACECLAIMS MATTER TO ME. i don't make it a habit to follow anyone who doesn't use anime or manga based icons for our interactions. human irl faces take me out of my immersion.

rule vii.   as stated prior, i write  nsfw content. smut will happen if we both consent, i don't mind it and should we reach that narrative please let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable. because i don't have a limit. there's nothing i'm shy about.

i don't write f/m anatomical smut.

rule viii.   i'm more compliant with   mains than exclusives, since i require feedback and someone who matches my energy. don't look at me like a collectable item, or as a character you need to snatch up for affiliates purposes. we're all here to write and be silly. no competitions.

rule ix.   lastly, if you want to write with me then show interest through prompts i reblog and interacting with my posts. also approaching me directly through ims. note that if you’re a blog hopper ( someone who creates blogs very often and doesn’t show commitment to anything ) we won’t mesh as writing partners.

disclaimer. i reserve the right to block for any reason. hard blocking from me usually means i'm uncomfortable with your actions or don't see us meshing. soft block ( meaning to remove mutuals ) is simply due to inactivity, no engagement, and lack of interest shown after numerous attempts. this doesn't mean we are enemies, i just like to keep my social circle small and decluttered. we can always refollow each other in the future, it's never any malice on my end.

[blushingguy]

野ばらとプリテンダー

[tojida]

           a blush unfurls on his cheeks. blooming like petals opening to spring air. warm color pools against the skin & spreads in silent surrender. the rouge then dusts the bridge of his nose —faint, yet impossible to miss— & finally reaches his ear. this subtle glow betrays him more than words ever could. the room is dim & comfortable. tamed amber paints the walls with gentle grace. its softened glow curves along their limbs & traces the tension between them. light gathers in patient, warm pools, settling into skin's contours as though wishing to hover. it is unwilling to disturb the fragile stillness holding them suspended. the hush, intimate in its restraint, wraps close. ryōmen calling him beautiful … ? when he looked the way he did? obsidian ink etched into a well-built frame, markings that should have felt severe, yet only rendered him more arresting. how dangerously appealing it made him, how easily attention lingered where it should have faltered. an aroused chill gives way, pearly whites drawing at his lower lip before relinquishing it. the faint pressure leaving behind a tempered simmer that contrasted the cool trace slipping along his spine. something about the way he was seen — wholly, unflinchingly — stirred an understated unrest beneath his composure, difficult to name, harder still to ignore.

           sukuna always knew how to make his heart stutter into wakefulness, its presence declaring itself in heavy pulses against the cage of his chest, as though desperate to be acknowledged. each beat struck firm & certain, a muted urgency that something within him had long since ceased belonging to himself alone. it felt as though his ribs might yield under the pressure, pried apart not in harm, but in yearning — as though closeness could be measured in how little distance remained between them. there was a strange, aching desire to draw nearer still, nearer than flesh was meant to allow, to bare the tender things hidden beyond bone & sinew, to share what lay guarded there. as if the contents of his being could be poured gently into the hollow of the other’s chest, mingling warmth with warmth, pulse with pulse, until no clear boundary remained between where one ended & the other began. something sacred in that imagined closeness .... intimate enough to feel almost sanctified.

           his erection swayed upward, involuntary twitches betraying the steady pulse through him, gathering insistently as blood surged. his gaze drops to the seated male, watching the way he looks at him, that striking scarlet eye piercing every barrier he’d built. persistent, unyielding in his life, despite all attempts to keep a distance. toji, moved by a sudden tenderness, leans in & cups the other's face with gentle hands. he guides his head aside, revealing what some might call ruin, but to him feels complete. his lips press reverently to the scar, dwell in silent affection, as if honoring the story etched in flesh. its uniqueness stirs something deep within toji, whose own body carries its own memories. in that serene contact, understanding passes between them, needing no words ... only presence.

           lips move to their next target, finding sukuna’s twin flesh, pressing solicitously with persistent want. the kiss breaks, reforms elsewhere, head canting as his mouth descends the other's neck, following the rise of tendon & the heat of skin before drifting to the collarbone, then to the firm chest, each touch conscientious. he finally draws back, just enough to look again, veneration restless in darkened irises. fingers tease the hem of his shirt, tugging upward as fabric rises along his torso. muscle shifts in harmony beneath the lift, contours revealing in measured succession. the knit catches briefly at his shoulders before gathering high, bunching in soft folds. once freed, the garment is discarded, exposing the symmetry of form that moves with unstudied grace. he urges the fabric of his pants lower along powerful thighs, material stretching as it’s guided down, the opening drawn taut before finally giving way.

           a hand lifts, coming to rest along the side of the other’s head, fingers absently, though not without care, threading through light strands, settling there, enjoying the texture upon pads. his free hand closes around his shaft, testing the weight of it with a few slow strokes, breath catching low in his chest as the sensation pulls a honeyed sound from him. he was already sensitive, already aching with that dull insistence that refused to be ignored. " 宿儺…こっち来いよ…" the murmur slips softer than expected, rough timbre edged with something almost coaxing. "お前、俺のこと気持ちよくしたいんだろ。"

[heiangod]

      𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓, 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐒. cheeks are held so gently in calloused palms, those which harbored anger and unresolved conflict. they were capable of anything, even pummeling him into a pathetic pulp visage briefly winced, memories and recollections of the pain left buried in his heart. both eyes close upon contact, reopening with a few swift blinks when lips knead across scar tissue. crimson narrows, exhaling from his nose in a shaken sigh. he doesn't mean to react, doesn't want to be seen as vulnerable. however fingers delve 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 into the sheets, gathering smooth fabric and eventually allowing himself to lean toward that affectionate gesture. gaze veers away, averts. it's not bashful, but tender and passive. this was a turning point in their relationship, an odd one to have but meaningful. sukuna is dropping his guard, high as it once was.

      he won't raise it back up, no matter what happens. for walls needed to be rebuilt when torn down [ ... ] he spent all his life chiseling bricks and placing them just right. funny. here rears love to destroy it all, as was the curse imposed on even the strongest of warriors. no one survives it, but they never felt more alive. he doesn't move, isn't initiating anything that deems him the one in control. that is relinquished, endowed for him to grasp. he often takes the lead, abrasive as it was, and grants fushiguro a moment to shine. although it wouldn't last, not forever. now is the opportunity to explore him without push or shove looming overhead. their kiss seeps low, creates a 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 between his thighs. it melts him, eases shoulders, and causes blush lashes to flitter from a desire to shut. passion swims at the base of his mind, clouds judgement quite like liquor does. legs press together, shifting to soothe the aching pulse he suffered.

      that mouth was a beautiful thing, claiming his own ever so shamelessly. he remembers his former hesitance in the beginning, and now it seemed like a dream rather than reality. lips are departing and his would captivatingly follow after them until he was out of reach. chest stuttered as he regained composure, feverishly huffing. ryōmen doesn't realize how flustered his skin appears, peach glows, radiant and darkening across cherry moles. torso muscles tightened, involuntary tension blooming beneath the surface. his lover trails butterfly kisses down to his breast and a 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐘 orb watches. as the last one is pressed, his nose nuzzles alongside those inky tresses. bated breath exerts at the shell of this deviant's ear, dreading the cold he left behind when finally pulling back. gaze sets on the amassed flesh prodding in his vision : fever pitch, throbbing from want and barely controlled urges.

      お前、俺のこと気持ちよくしたいんだろ. his words, those vulgar strokes that sharpened his erection [ ... ] i do, but not in the way you're suggesting. ❛ 何よりも. ❞ low, affirming. movement is a nosedive, however very deliberate and languid. either hand slides into place at his thighs, lips grazing beneath the base of his cock. they drag upward scope the length with touch rather than sight. the underside of a flushed head is chastely kissed when reached, and then again at the very tip. it was endearment he showed, appreciation. untarnished eye raises, keeping contact with the two caught staring. thus would a pink tongue flow out, cradling the crown with sultry exhale before abruptly flicking once to watch it bob. canines were sharp, peering out as a 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 to be kind. sukuna wasn't using anything save for his mouth, after all.

      a hum, quaint and decisive. ❛ with this, you can be anything but slow. ❞ and he gradually envelopes it, hardened flesh easing inside by an inch before withdrawing and immediately plunging back down again to create a smoother entry. meanwhile, his tongue laid out flat across bottom rows of teeth. protection, avoiding the inevitable scrape. cock jumps from his own gag reflex, giving fleeting heaves when that aggravatingly vast organ brushes 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 membranes. too much, brow contorts, fingers coiling. light, scarlet scratches are left in their wake upon inguinal contours. protest stifles itself, creating vibrations as it did so. a pleasurable thrum to receptive nerves. midway is all he can manage for now, tasting vague aromatic notes of warm musk and freshly bathed skin. cheeks hollow in his ascent, suction drawing to the peak but never breaking with the usual pop.

      he simply dips again, further, taking him deeper to the back of his throat as shoulders rise and tense up in reaction. lids flinch, observing his own cascading fingertips as a right palm ventures to seek 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 of something plush [ ... ] right above a staggering heart, that firm yet supple breast he deliberately squeezes for support.

[continuumh]

Sukugo

[tojida]

もしこれが間違いだっていうなら…どうしてこんなにも、俺がずっと欲しかったものみたいに感じるんだ？

        his head is pulled back, & his expression contorts to bashfulness, but more so, to a simmering rise of anger. he did not want him to see how red his face had turned, nor how heavily exerted he had become, nor the thin line of drool that had paved its way down his chin. a complete mess already, his innermost self bubbled restlessly, hips continuing their constant rhythm against his abdomen. brows fought to knit or pinch, uncertainty flickering there, lids widening only to fall half-lidded again, nearly shutting as his body gave a faint quiver, a swell threading through each subtle tremor (a betrayal he could not quite conceal).

        the left hand drops upon sukuna’s pectoral as the other resumes its place within those locks, or perhaps drifts lower along the nape, brushing across those black markings. fingers dip faintly into his skin, seeking something solid to ground himself, yet the longer this continued, the lighter he felt, thoughts loosening their hold as a euphoric glow washed over him. breath catches, chest tightens, that fragile composure slipping little by little beneath the slow swell of sensation. “ nghh.. i’m... ” he bites his own lip, muffling the rest, friction gathering there as teeth press down, attempting restraint even as the flutter in his voice falters him.

        wavering jades peer into crimson, how they penetrate him, spiritually, all the while his threshold is being coaxed open; a wet tip continues his mission. persuading him to relax, preparing him for what's to come. skin was slick already, locks sticking to his disarrayed composure. "haa... mhm — ... " jaw pulls open scarcely, oxygen warm against skin. he was so close, lips ghosting one another, an electric current passing seamlessly between the two frames, a spark taking hold at even the faintest brush. breath mingled, shared space growing thinner, precarious tension stretched between each silent pause. restraint wavered there, delicate, threatened by the simple proximity of body heat that did not retreat.

自分を見失うな…。 …でも、こんな抱き方されたら、無理だろ。 まるで俺が、何か価値のあるもんみたいに…。 使い捨てじゃないって思わせるような目で見られて…。 こんなんで、どうやって抑えろっていうんだ。

        his composure strained quietly beneath it, awareness flickering behind glistening hues (too aware of the way closeness softened edges he had long kept sharpened). there was something disarming in the gentleness of it, something that made discipline feel distant, difficult to maintain when met with a presence that did not flinch, did not recoil, did not discard, well, him in particular. control, once steady, now felt finer .... elongated between instinct & something far more unfamiliar. two broken & in a sense, inexperienced lips meet. at first, it was soft… surprisingly so, feeling each other’s texture upon sensitive membranes. the unfamiliarity shows in the hesitant press, the hushed testing of warmth, a fragile tension carried between each minimal movement. it becomes difficult to maintain a closed mouth for long, not with the steady buck of a strong midsection disrupting rhythm, breath beginning to mingle as composure slowly loosens its hold. the other’s hands do not relent, having taken claim over his abdomen as the slow unraveling deepens, muscles tightening beneath wandering touch, each small shift encouraging that delicate loss of restraint.

the smell of pheromones invades his nostrils, overwhelming them, yet it drives him further into madness. the sounds of lust-stricken growls stroked his ears, delicately & beautifully. … …その声、もっとだ。

        a rough exhale seeps out, then a shaky inhale as the other speaks, commanding that the toji amp up his thrusts, pounding harder into him. a thick gulp drags lightly down his throat, hesitation flickering for only a moment, knowing how dangerously near he was — & then it breaks… his peak crashing over him. eyes dull, nearly unfocused, lost within that blooming wave of prickling sensation that fans outward, spreading heat through every nerve, every tightened line of muscle. toji’s rhythm grows harsher, more desperate, groans — low, sickly sweet sounds — torn from deep in his chest before his lips are captured in a heated kiss. the vocals soften there, swallowed, muffled between shared breath. a hand slides from the nape back into pink locks, coaxing his posture lower as muscles pull taut, straining beneath the mounting pressure. i'm going to cum ... shit ... mhmm—ah~h

        His entrance had been opened, a stiff muscle driving inward, the obscene sounds of intimacy wacking in his brain as his body moves in wanton motions. cock pulsating, thighs constricting around his legs, posture dips ... then the bittersweet release. "…はぁ..!!" scarred maw once more unhinges during the kiss & a heavenly sound stammers out, eyes roll as he fist clenches his lover's hair, head drops marginally, as he releases his seed into the heat of his mouth, a pit which has borne witness to unspeakable horrors, now being coated by his fluids. erection twitches along the textured muscle as his lower body continues to press forward, wriggling out every drop. his lover's hands did not cease, while his own body slowed to a halt, it continues to swallow his sex ... greedy. overstimulation began to take root. early onset whimpers vibrate cords, hand on his chest pushes at him. stop . stop ... his arousal had been satiated for now, but he knew this wouldn't be the final scene.

        lifting his head anew, he gives the other a drained kiss, canting slightly as he captures the other’s taste for himself once more, still adrift in that lingering high. his rear is rocked in steady rhythm as the tongue eagerly penetrates him, stretching tense muscles until they begin to yield. a shivering mess beneath the hands of a beast — a beast who tasted like utter sin upon his tongue. he was falling into impurity, yet… had he ever truly been pure to begin with? the hand that once rested upon expansive breast rides upward along the firm plane of his chest, tracing the shifts of muscle beneath warmed skin, gliding over the collarbone before coming to rest along the side of his throat, feeling the steady thrum beneath the pads of his fingers — stabilizing, keeping him tethered as sensation threatened to pull him further away.

[heiangod]

      𝐀𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒. precious whines, they are breathy and staggering with each thrust. his slick manhood brushed every ridge, gliding, bruising as insistent friction settles in one place. this was filthy, depraved. their mouths awkwardly motioning together due to his lover's inexperience. ironically enough, sukuna wasn't any better rehearsed when it came to showing affection. there were intervals spared to practice by himself, experimenting on what garnered his own arousal or not. simply two creatures venturing through the terrain together, it seems. head tilts on the opposite side, switching their angles as his tongue 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 and tastes moans on tastebuds. delectable, akin sugar cane and honey dew. pleasure emanates from within, lashes heavier as they weighed over softened crimsons. lips were merciful, caressing as noises vibrated between agape caverns.

      almost, he can feel the tension constrict and strain quite similar to his cocks that nudged betwixt those beautifully sculpted thighs. so strong, toned, they could shatter his skull and a smile would grace an obliterated maw. that muffled cry is consumed, shuddering when his fair warning is driven with another hurried movement to deflower his abdomen. he wonders what the other man is thinking, part of him knows and yet curiosity lingers. it could have fooled him for misery, the manner in which he 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒 and relents to look down. hitches begin to form, zen'in incapable of catching his breath. there it was, sharp inhales, legs dawning light tremors. broad, deformed features twitch [ ... ] not from surprise, but reaction to being filled and allowing it to happen. hot ribbons catch, coating inside a feverish orifice, they are being pushed deeper, noting how repetitive his motions were to ride out the ecstasy wracking his trembling body.

      ryōmen swallows around him, gulp resounding and being completely drained to the last remaining drop. consistency gives rise to dismay, but no protests are expressed. his consort curls inward, coiling from the wildfire spreading from his groin. in some twisted, endearing way the accursed cradles him through it. presses kisses upon his temple while upper arms surround his midsection. they are careful, merely keeping him close as opposed to controlling his proximity. limbs always sat cumbersomely, because their dimensions didn't align properly in the slightest. he would become overbearing, too much for such an intimate space. his presence suffocates. punier hands nudge at his chest, emitting another unpleasant noise when an enormous tongue withdrew from his entry and teasingly slid back to its former confines. ❛ don't push me away. ❞ barely a threat, but suggestive and yearning for connection.

      eyes lock onto him, head dipping as he leaned back to search for glossy emeralds. and with calculated precision, maintained positions gradually descend onto the futon. toji will be pressed against the cushioned landscape, spine eased by 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐒 and silk. upper palms splay out on either side of his frame, caging but spacious : lower hands explore a curved waist, squeezing to admire the narrow shape before placing themselves atop each knee. he offers a subtle nudge to them, widening their spread so he wasn't clenching too tautly. such reserve, stubbornness similar to his own. sukuna understands, he is excessive and not meant for the weak to endure. left row of brawny fingers unlatch from his knee, reaching within his own torso to lavish them in 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊 saliva. the tongue swirled, lopsided simper prevalent as though gleeful from what had been done to it. gaze doesn't stray from his visage, carrying nothing distinguishable. he isn't smiling, nor presenting a cold exterior. it's calm, such as his voice. ❛ what ails your mind when i do this to you ? i assume it's more than shame. ❞

      digits aren't accustomed to wasting time, for they were occupying below where their lower sections met. index pad circles his entrance, and in that same moment does a top right palm cup the other's cheek thumb brushing the high bone found there. dried tears are soothed over as a talon prods his opening and applies pressure. he would prepare him, a courtesy for doing so well. painfully slow, however. the tip is engulfed, each ligament until wriggling to his knuckle.

[heiangod]

“Such a dangerous technique… think you can handle using it on something worth it? Like giving me a piece of that ass?” // leaves & never comes back.

      ❛ ... you took one look at me and assumed i would be the receiver ? i must say, you truly are as brave as you are delusional. ❞ can barely reach me, let alone my ass.

[heiangod]

sukuna w/toji?

      𝘒 𝘜 𝘒𝘜 𝘒𝘜 @tojida he enjoys it. as you all do. being mishandled.

[tojida]

♪♪ || I bet on losing dogs I know they're losing, and I'll pay for my place by the ring Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down I'll be there on their side I'm losing by their side || ♪♪ - @heiangod                         0:30 ───|────── 2:53

[kaizokue]

Annie thought it would feel wrong. Turning her back on those she'd once sworn to protect through it all. — Doing what they never thought her capable of, the Great Berkova who would have laid her life down against their extinction. But their sounds of pain, as her summons eat at their flesh in their ravenous flames, filling the surrounding with the smell of burn flesh and smoke, were a melody her ears never knew they wanted.

Eyes the shades of rubies look up to the fire raining down onto the ground. Scorched Earth, her way of preparing the soil for the season's new crops. They're being televised, the sounds of a helicopter above them catching sensitive ears' attention. The world looks on, as savior turns into ruler, into disaster. Thomas is probably watching. She hesitates, but only for a breath. He'd have seen this moment coming anyway. Done nothing to stop the embers of their entitlement from burning her skin. A slash of her Reaper splits the vehicle in half.

His words turn her attention back to him. The way he looks at her, the her that had finally surfaced from years of being swallowed down. There is no fear, no hate. No disgusting greed. He looks at her the way she now looks at him. Awe. “ I wasn't aware I could continue. ” What is that manic glee that rolls off of her shoulders?

[heiangod]

      𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎. it warms blood, reaches the depth of his inflamed soul. upper palms begin to simmer, waning light that emits a faint hum. excitement burns at the edges of his smile, numerous eyes surveying her precision to strike deadly serpent, swift, and harsh when provoked. this moment was treated as fragile, an intricate form of craftsmanship that currently molds within his grasp. metal plummets to the ground floor, molten and crumbling. they were afraid, scurrying about like rodents. she 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 anticipation, energy fluctuating around her. sukuna can sense it, has witnessed the gradual shift. there was always a pull, gravitational, similar to a vortex drawing one in. as though inviting, not consuming. that tone beckoned for reassurance, seams fraying to reveal something vulnerable. uncertainty he confidently looms over.

      ❛ your reservations mull on whether you could ? destruction never relents, it isn't bound. ❞ brow contorts, displaying his tepid puzzlement before stepping closer with a scoff one, two, and it stops. ❛ they shackle you, these sentiments. be impulsive, serve yourself before others and you'll always feel satisfied. ❞ no one can hurt you, when there is nothing left. his presence 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 toward only her, alas both hands are raising. burly fingers form their sigil, it would seem intangible to her. however with this final act, she will be shown true compassion. ❛ either you kill every last one of them, or i will. although you're more than welcome to serve as their protector. ❞

[queenrojpag]

[tojida]

         a snicker is all that is given at that remark, because there was nothing false in that comment … those glossy lips sealing around his achy length, taking him deeper down that warm throat while small, broken sounds of choking & struggling quietly dispel into the dim room, muffled & wet. all the while, toji’s hand rakes through soft locks, fingers tightening & loosening in idle praise, guiding with or without force, telling him how good he was without needing many words. the thought alone makes his body shiver, spine releasing tension in small segments, one vertebra at a time, charge building low in his abdomen.

         once in the room, toji turns toward his lover, hues trailing from head to toe, mesmerized. before his arms wind loosely around the other's neck, drawing him back into another exchange of a kiss. raven locks slant slightly to the side to deepen it, allowing an eager tongue to slide forward into that warm cavern, dancing & twirling in tandem with the other's, a soundless rhythm formed between breath & heat. a tender exhale spills against parted lips, warm & faintly imbalanced, as one hand slides upward along the nape (fingers curl just enough to guide him inward, seeking a closeness that feels almost inevitable) while the other drifts downward, fingertips grazing along the planes of his body, tracing in delicate reverence over muscle & curve alike. savoring the habitual weight & presence beneath his touch.

         ryōmen, sukuna … was an irresistible being. despite their flaws, he would not want them in any other form. he wanted the friction of their fights, the bite of their dry humor, the weight of their sarcasm, even the peculiar cadence of their speech — that strange, meticulous way they expressed desires. toji wanted them in every way that truly mattered … every jagged edge, every hushed interval between volatility & understanding. & right now, he wanted them in the way he had been so carefully diverted from, that familiar pull settling low, insistent, impossible to ignore once it had rooted itself there.

         the hand that ventured down his body slowed at the waistband, pausing briefly as though savoring the accustomed anticipation before, with practiced ease, the button was undone. the zipper followed in one fluid motion — an action far too natural between them, evidence of just how often they had unraveled one another, layer by layer. fushiguro already knew what he would find; his lover never favored undergarments. it had struck him as odd at first … yet now, he found he preferred it. it suited him. it was him; unrestrained, unapologetic, entirely himself. his teeth tug softly at the lower lip he had claimed, a slow pull before easing the tender flesh free, lips grazing over its curve in absentminded indulgence. his arousal releases from the confines, the crown bubbling with a cherished essence, rose-tinted crest looking flushed & desirous. fingers curl with confidence, touch exploring methodically, tracing the contours he already knew by memory rather than sight. measured movement replaces haste, each motion coaxing subtle reactions & subtle shifts in his palm. the skin beneath his hand felt deceptively soft, a warmth yielding under the faint roughness of callouses, the blood pumping lending a nuanced firmness that only seemed to accentuate its appeal. such a seductive cock— striking in both form & presence, impossible not to admire once held.

         for a while, toji simply remains there — leisurely & attentive — maintaining that heavenly rhythm as the kiss parts only long enough to allow breath to pass between them before drawing close again. It officially breaks & lust-filled jades flicker, perceptive to each minute change in expression, cataloguing every reaction with careful precision. the hand once resting at the nape drifts forward, brushing along the line of his jaw, thumb & forefinger briefly guiding the angle of his chin before releasing it once more, allowing the moment to unfold naturally between them. he unlatches from that pulsating member, bringing his fingers up & lapping up the sticky substance, a tongue swirls along it then sliding it against the flat of his muscle, savoring the taste ... a particular flavor, intoxicating. his eyes & face flick gently toward the bed, wanting him to sit at the edge of it. "Sit. " for when he does, toji would position himself between his legs, unbuckling his own pants … wanting his erection to be smothered in that vulnerable line of his throat.

[heiangod]

     𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒. they were tender, hearts strumming as pressure rises in bodies thought to be temples. his own ancient structure trembled, hands steadying upon sturdy hips and grounding himself once more to this reality. their saliva mixes, pushed into each other’s warm mouths with heavy tongues. such organs swirl, retract, and caress between leisure kisses. sounds exchange, muffled. sukuna readily 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 him, as usual, to attempt a better angle and deepen their connection. arms loosely drape around his waist it’s narrow, aesthetically appealing and the most attractive quality he has ever seen on another person. both sets of fingers venture beneath the bottom hem of his shirt, hiking the smooth fabric just a bit as appendages lace at the small of his back. he cradles their position, accepts what is to come and relinquishes control. it [ … ] causes butterflies to flutter, shines light on the anxieties he harbors where none could see.

     only you, i don’t trust anyone else. a shiver travels along the slope of his spine, nerves sending signals with each calculated touch. there’s a peach flush cascading his features, darkening at concealed shoulders and ear tips. their breath interweaves, smoldering like cinders on a pyre. when toji flicks open his slacks and unwinds a zipper, he moans softly against him. responding with assurance and wordless praise to continue. don’t stop, or i can assure you'll never see me like this again. abdominal muscles tense, strung taut before disassembling when his erection is exposed. humid air feathers out from his chest, delicate and restrained. this felt relieving, as though expanding the vent upon a hearth. that heat disperses, crackling inside and 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 to be habitually fed. he never tired from this, because one doesn't despair when eating their fill. every creature craved, they yearned, and indulged.

     ryōmen allows himself to succumb further, melts as molten lava does when fingers glide and stroke sensitive flesh. so good so meticulously fluid. hips arch with a subtle grinding motion, needy yet controlled. the warmth of his hand was velvet smooth, stimulating and drawing hitched noises that he instinctively silenced between their lip clasp. his lover knows where to press, is skilled when wracking up a 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 reaction. cock throbbed in his vice, beading at the head from over-excitement. translucent fluid soon tumbles, bleeding into his skin when rubbed over by a caressing palm. he tastes strawberry creme on the other's tongue, it transfers and has him swallowing when they separate. a faint hum vibrates, appreciative toward his sweet notes. delicious, unlike the former cigarette tang he is forced to savor on occasion. glossy eye vigilantly peers, capturing moments that would etch into his mind and be recalled for decades to come.

     the other man lavishes those digits like a deviant obsessed and beyond redemption. taking him in, a mortal drinking nectar supplied by a god. it gathered every sense, quickened his heart beat. pupil dilates, a fool absorbed by 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 and blinding love. urges pulsate between his thighs, nearly losing himself to that sensation and had toji not spoken he would have raised him up against their wall and taken what is owed for such vulgarity. because that was invitation, a silent challenge to do something about it. sit. not demanding, suggestive as he followed flickering emeralds. sukuna remembers to react despite the haze, seeming disorientated and reminding his body to move as directed. pause lingers, staring over his shoulder to the unmade bed. he is [ ... ] nervous ? no, it was inexperience. he doesn't know how to yield, doesn't know how to walk and arrive to a crawl before someone else. it's unnatural, but he eventually settles upon the cushy corner with no protest. as he did so, garments are being shed and pulled over his head to be tossed onto the floor.

     preparation, removing bothersome hurdles regardless of how vulnerable it felt to be the only one completely nude. no shame is expressed, only amusement when fushiguro meets with him and unbuckles. that metallic clinking riles him with pleasant memories, leaning back on both hands for a fleeting moment admiring what sprung to action between the intimate space. blush wisps bounced to one side as he cants his head, huffing out a mirthful breath that wasn't quite laughter nor mockery. it's acknowledgement, awe. ❛ you truly are beautiful. ❞ crimson scans the 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐄 of his arousal, it sat rather impressively. jutting toward the ceiling as if proud and lacking bashfulness. voice lowered another octave, sight dragging from base to tip before gradually raising back to his sultry jades. ❛ every pain staking inch. ❞

[kegaare]

it clung thick. old blood and new weighing heavy on a cleaver; it was the air of a slaughterhouse. the smell of him.

grave soil underfoot.. he could feel it as he received him, his mind dragged through the wreckage left in the disgraced one's wake: all his carnage. suguru felt the carving as it, too, weighed heavy on his person. "ryomen-sama," how the expanse of dark all around them pressed in like the belly of something great and terrible, "you have an idea of what's squirming around inside of me." he talks like spider-silk, soft, ever-abiding. "then you'd know.." his smile unfurled slow and meaningful; the corners of his eyes squint along with it — a fox's smile. "i will ruin your palette for a hundred thousand lives. what would be the point of living, then? when every bite turns to ash in your mouth?"

suguru's eyes had not lifted beyond the depths of barley and it's steeping. the reflection of the ogre before him was made murky by tannin; unreliable as kenjaku's word. he pondered the meaning of the audience and what strings his senior worked to pull; in the end, he believed it little more than passing intrigue. his perverse mind was an enigma yet still to him. "i'll indulge you in food for the mind. if you'll allow me." his fingertips pressed against the fabric of his delicately wrapped gift. "insects and sorcerers." the dark of his eyes lifted, steady as he gazed into the red of sukuna's own. "the dragonfly is the most successful predator in the world. i wonder. how do you aim to usurp it?" he returned to his own cup of tea; a beautiful set laid out of his own choosing.

the ceramic was of royal green, mottled with black and dashed with silver veins like river through marshland. he wondered if a man of sukuna's making, the path he walked of devastation and self-satisfaction, found love for the world. the verbosity of which he spoke brought him to consider it. the arts? poetry?

"the mukade.." his voice trailed off. the company of sukuna's vassal held in polite regard, "this one i found coiled in the garden days ago." his voice carried with it no short sum of sorrow. it quickly ebbs away in his persistence. "when i was a boy i watched as children poured boiling tea to dissuade them from home. the centipede survived no matter the torment.. i believe that is why i hold so much respect for them. to be detested, yet made not only to endure, but to thrive in spite."

[heiangod]

      𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃. gaze passing over when set back down upon polished wood. tea notes are radiant, warm as they seeped into tastebuds. answers weigh, reserved and blooming as the other is allowed to speak undisrupted. air expels with a scoff, finding unspoken humor as his guest concurs with being unpleasant when consumed. like hellebore, enthralling as they were poisonous. moments pass, remarking silently on dragonflies and his affinity with 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓 language. it holds a candle, perhaps, to his own knowledge of flowers and their meanings in poetic expression. deformed orbs do not blink, capturing vague light sources, and surveying as though to pounce on prey. they soon fell, cheek leaning deeper into his knuckles whilst attention nestles atop scarlet silk. a sigh rumbles from his core, inclined. that voice flows like ink, calligraphy. he could listen for hours. believe it or not, he preferred to survey others. watch them unravel, a tightly wound spiral falling open. habits, mannerisms, the minute details that helped ryōmen form better social cues. he is still learning, forgetting at times to respond aloud.

      its smooth octave doesn't grate, and he appreciates this. so many spoke to him as if they were intervals apart either undermining his intelligence, or exaggerating his ability to hear when someone spoke so lowly to the ground. centipedes are misunderstood creatures, condemned for their inherent will to 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 back when threatened. ha [ ... ] and they were grotesque in appearance ! even sukuna could admit having this prejudice, however beauty is in the eye of those whom behold it. chin raises from his fist, limb hovering there as a staggeringly massive posture straightened. ❛ to usurp implies that i care for dominion and servitude. ❞ tone softened, inspired to use a less 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 approach. sophisticated company warrants similar respect, as they both seem starved for it. the comparison of notes, connection. how disgustingly human. ❛ so i'll nip that in the bud first and foremost. ❞ disregard, hand raising to give a flicking wave before its index and middle finger laxly point.

      ❛ this mukade. you dress it in something noble, with admiration. however it survives out of mere necessity. ❞ he ruminates on the correlation being made, connecting constellations and not knowing if suguru meant to sympathize with him or [ ... ] if they understood contempt and 𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 on separate grounds. ❛ you see, endurance is instinct, the lowest form ... even vermin possess it. ❞ there is no cruelty imbued within his delivery, merely observation. immediately, he interludes to elaborate further. ❛ but to thrive, despite understanding the hatred directed at you ... and still choosing to remain all the same ❞ quiet appreciation, trailing off as approval shimmers through the cracks. ❛ that is something worth acknowledging. ❞ he ultimately agrees with the sentiment, hues narrowing between the obscured offering and that sleepless 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄 sat across from him. ❛ still, you mistake sympathy for respect. and sympathy is a fragile thing that i, nor your companion, desires. ❞

[samuraseiichi]

heian festival!!

[tojida]

         the constant rocking of his hips, his own shameful thrusts into the cavern of ravenous maw, drew him dangerously close already. thick cocks rubbing along his underside adequately, with tempered pressure that made his body shudder once more. breath stutters as sensation gathers low in his core, heat tightening, coiling tighter with every drag. stuffing his face into the hollow of his throat, the fall of dark locks veils his expression from sight, concealing whatever flicker of vulnerability might betray him. he had already come to terms with that face — that this body of his would be used until the other tired of it, worn down to ruin, either broken or disgraced … perhaps even eaten. to consume the heart of someone you once cared for — such a delicacy, would it not?

         the sounds of the act resonated softly against the walls, dampened only by the hushed creak of worn cushions & the off-rhythm cadence of breath that refused to steady. his stifled moans — pretty strained things — slipped past clenched teeth despite the depth of his voice, each one pulled out of him against his better judgment. such pathetic sounds … yet they persisted, betraying gradual undoing of composure he so often held with iron restraint. to see such a man brought low, reduced to tremors & fractured exhales, to feel that tension falter beneath steady insistence .... wasn’t that what sukuna favored? the slow conquering of something thought unshakeable. dominating the strong. unravelling those who carried themselves as though they were unmountable, untouchable. only to discover the hushed fractures beneath hardened surfaces. his breath intensifies, chest rising against the other as warmth simmers beneath skin, each small sound pressed helplessly into the space between them. pride had long since loosened its grip, left somewhere behind in the haze of sensation, replaced instead by something smothered — something far more dangerous — the willingness to be seen like this, even if only for a fleeting moment.

         the question leaves him in a fragile moment, spoken just as his length is engulfed. ‘ do i repulse you? ’ he asks, the words quieter than expected, touched by something almost unfamiliar: genuine curiosity threaded with the faintest edge of vulnerability. bloodied lips part to speak, to retort yet the thought dissolves into a guttural sound dragged from deep within his chest, low & unrefined.“ hhaa… ah… suku… nna… ” he addresses him casually, a dangerous familiarity considering how many would have had their throats opened for far less disrespect. toji never cared for honorifics, never cared for titles — never cared for bending himself into something proper simply to appease fragile pride. he spoke as he pleased, always had. had it truly offended his … lover, he would have been dealt with long before now. instead, the name falls from his tongue with ease, unceremonious, almost tethering in its simplicity, as though the weight of everything between them made such formalities meaningless.

         the hand that had maimed his back slithers upward, fingers losing themselves within mauve tresses, gently threading through softened strands claiming purchase there; his left resumes its place, draped across an impressive back, broad & warm beneath his trembling limb. sweet abandon ... he did — he could not deny the way his body reacted, jolting into unwelcome slickness that stirred both heat & veiled revulsion alike … a confusing indulgence that left his thoughts overloaded. he was still a man, a man who had never known this kind of closeness beyond the solitude of his own hand. never entered a woman, never taken into his mouth, never allowed himself the vulnerability of shared pleasure. it had always been forbidden, always set beyond reach. though perhaps he had drawn glances once, subtle curiosities & softly blooming interest from women in passing, it had never grown into anything tangible. for someone to marry him, to bear his children — to carry the blood of a man he believed to be a failure — such a fate had always seemed worse than death itself. that ominous comment makes his shaft twitch, expression tightening as dimmed fear flickers beneath lowered lashes … the reminder settles weighted in his chest. pleasure could so easily be twisted into something cruel, replaced with excruciating pain should the other so choose. a strained whine reverberates low within his throat, a whisper yet betraying more than he would ever willingly admit. sukuna held far too much power over him — he hated it … hated the way his body answered regardless, betraying pride again & again. why did it always seem to end this way? why did he always find himself bending, yielding, submitting when every instinct once swore he never would? a sigh, a shaky sigh is released, shoved out of constricted lungs.

         that long & pliant warmth releases him, breaking the seal, yet his hips are still forced forward, (back & forth, back & forth.. ) mhm .. it slips forth, tracing beneath him before wandering further back, finding its intended place. the tight entrance responds instinctively, drawing taut with each careful probe, gentle movements coaxing reaction as moistened saliva gathers, generously easing the motion. More cum releases off his tip, muscles growing taut. Sukuna was massive against him; it would always hurt, no matter how often the other mated with him. the courtesan would be stretched, even torn a bit as sukuna defiles him, straining his inner walls to accommodate such girth. his jaw tenses as he tries to push back, but he's secured, unable to move against the other's stocky stature. rounded flesh is spread further, feeling the aching crowns demanding attention, demanding gratification that only toji seemed to quench. his head began to feel light, a faint dizziness settling in as he slightly shifted upward, adjusting his position with intent, angling himself more precisely for deeper penetration. Posture changed subtly, seeking better alignment, guided more by instinct than clarity as sensation continued to blur the edges of thought. "…壊すなよ。困るだろ？" he asked, biting the inner of his cheek, face kept tucked away in their neck. cock still being massaged by the powerful muscle, lapping away at the precum that dribbled out.

[heiangod]

      𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄. those immaculate whimpers quiver with uneven breaths, reacting to movement as it lurched toned hips in and out. so disturbing, a bestial creature never knowing affection attempting to simulate it. others may grimace, unable to digest something so sacrilegious. copulation with yōkai, writhing as evil slithers into your sacred temple. this should be forbidden, a fruit assumed rotten to the core and distasteful. burn it to cinders, uproot the remnants, and render soil impregnable by his seed. his lover clings pathetically, skin tepid and sweat glistened. pleasure builds to the highest peak, awaiting for one's grip to lessen and come tumbling down from their ledge. he's deep, and it satisfied peculiar appetites. that wish to feel intimate, entangled, for someone to reach inside and feel the same 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐀 they too possess. digits seep into rosy wisps, ruffling them, soothing every worry for a brief moment.

      despite this found pacification, it does nothing to deter him. sukuna seems to convey utter quiet, even when degradation arrives into their noxious affair. bare minimum reaction, internalized bliss as opposed to screams and vocal mewling. however, his actions seek them out from others. they 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 him, even now zen'in groans, brawny, and reserved. i want to hear this body betray you. is what he once whispered against his flushed ear, on that fateful night. he nearly broke the man's brittle spine, not knowing how to properly embrace him. rubies weigh, they are drunk with that very same desire. the manhood juts, sliding rougher, abdomen slamming against his diaphragm. pearlescent fluid drips from his own crowns, slick and sticking to every surface layer connecting between their varying frames. climax approaches, his muscles constrict and 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 heighten : feverish, panting through the escalation. ryōmen whirs lowly with contentment, feline affection when a moan resembles his name.

      it sounds lewd, honey drizzled on top. he longs to consume that reverberance, shiver as it echoes within his stomach. … 壊すなよ。困るだろ？ the hand behind his consort's head garners a more assertive hold, reeling him back just a bit to guide their lips close. head leans, searching hazy emeralds that couldn't help but waver. ❛ しかり ... ❞ mingling exhale, their souls touching. lower mouth gurgles, saliva dribbling at the crevices, its tongue begins to stiffen and penetrate that taut barrier wet tip pushing stubbornly to enter him from behind. this might be a frightening realization to some, as if preparations were being set for the grander banquet. he's a beast, starving for what has been dangled in front of him for days on end. ❛ and quite a despairing shame, considering i prefer thorned stems to flower blooms. ❞ coarse locks, black as ink, tangle amidst his burly fingers. their lips finally meet, presses languid, like brush strokes gliding over 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 canvases. soft, he is so [ ... ] sukuna sighs and it expands into a growl.

      eyes never truly closed during their kisses, it was a preference. witnessing what is being done, unraveling the sight. he craves the broader spectrum. cocks strain, sexual frustration bellowing, his groin aches and yearns for gratification. this was attainable, very much so, but he isn't uncalculated and impulsive like the masses proclaimed. flesh is weak, but he doesn't falter. teeth grit, jaw flexing as a shudder fans away from his lungs. ❛ harder defile it. ❞ mouths collide, fingers clenching and nails scraping across his scalp. this imbalance was purely control based, as he took no 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄 joy from deciding his routines and habits. flawed as they were, sukuna despised being told what to do and how to do it. he seeks not to fix him, more so refine the unsharpened edges. upper, less abrasive, tongue swipes at his lover's plump bottom lip. catching it with teeth and gently gnawing to encourage him. the piece of flesh is swiftly released, noses nudging as he tilts the opposite side to claim another profound kiss.

[kegaare]

"what do you think of him?" cicada call fades in and out of the evening's dreamy haze; he felt as sweat bead down his nape and his hand, unwavering, pinned the segments of a mukade into place. "he is beautiful." suguru assessed his work in spite of the shadow cast over the cork box he dedicated his evening to. "ah? your friend or mine?" kenjaku's laughter joined the screaming of the cicadas. "do you think him beautiful?" he expertly punctured yet another segment and finally pitch dark eyes lift to stare at the man through his incessant loom. "the way one might think a fire beautiful." suguru considered it, considered him. "there are too many fires to choose from. the hearth.. the forge.." his senior laughed again; the lilt catches and tugs in such a way that it made him uncomfortable. it was always this way with kenjaku. unnerving. he wondered if he was the same? he looked toward the centipede again, added yet another support.. it spiraled like pinwheels. "are you trying to be polite? that's so like you. to consider my feelings." his shadow vanished and once more the lantern light feeds over his project, only the flutter of moths to blot the work. "i'm not so sure that it's for you." suguru pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. when next his eyes opened the other man stooped beside him, a small fetish of some sort presented to him like a gift.

he plucked it from his palm and turned it around in his fingers, the pad of his thumb methodical as it circled the knife marks left against the surface of the figure. he recognized it. a charm from one of the cults along the coast. the shape was his; sukuna. four arms were touched, the craftsmanship he found adequate. something made by a child, he assumed, for it was driftwood. he remembered his days scrounging for it on the beach along with shells and other treasures to bring home.

"where did you get this from?" suguru lofted a brow.

"ask a more interesting question."

he scowled. "fine. what is it meant to do?" kenjaku smiled. it split his face apart. "protection." he felt it was more of a burden. regardless.. he tucked it into his sleeve. "you worry he will kill me--" his fellow sorcerer opened the sliding door behind them. "ah? of course not. it's just a gift.. do with it what you will." suguru retrieved the mukade and wrapped it with gash-red silk. all of his preparation now complete, he could dedicate himself to the labyrinth sprawl of his host's abode. veils upon veils upon veils all devouring one another. it was dizzying to navigate the halls. if not for his previous visits he would have found one dead end after another. instead, he was deposited in the expansive tea room of the estate. the smell of lavender, funerary incense, hung heavy in the air. as he walked shadows swelled and expanded along with his; the depth of the sea and all it's creatures of time primordial clung to him. slithering eels and the unfurling of tentacles, he brought the smell of sandalwood and petrichor.

the audience was not one he walked into with fear; it was not ryomen sukuna that terrified him. it was the depths of himself that horrified.

he sat at the low end table, mixed the tea and freshened incense for the king of curses' arrival in kenjaku's liminal space. candle light devoid of source flung upon the byobu behind him outlined scattering of ghost-shadow, yet more fish he carried with him from home. in the limited light, the solitude, he looked tired. a devastating fatigue had settled over him in the time it took to exit the garden and arrive there.

@heiangod , were you born starving?

[heiangod]

      𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒. unceremonious, lacking concern to appeal and separated from societal reputation : he doesn't care for images, scoffs at the ironed out wrinkles upon other's garments. such fret over appearance, they don't realize their organs compile in the same disheveled pattern when gutted. lavender veins, pale visages, dilated pupils gazing up toward heaven even after being slain by a god. silent laughter rattles from his lungs, as though reminiscing and jesting to himself. uraume conceals their smile, reveling a master's happiness it would seem. they tread close behind, pristine and poised with hands tucked. bare soles weigh heavily upon stone and 𝐂𝐘𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 wood. his presence bleeds into the unoccupied space well before he enters it strides looming through corridors and casting vast shadows in his wake.

      aura lingers behind a sheer, ornately embellished shoji door. awaiting for his servant to draw back the proverbial curtain. for a moment, sukuna stands within the threshold [ ... ] overwhelming gaze dissecting him whilst movement begins to shorten their distance. sliding partition seals behind him, their post remaining idly bowed at his beck and call. prying eyes, however entrusted with their confidence. the lackey may as well not be present, a statue with no voice unless 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 to speak aloud. geto suguru elegant thing, composed where he loitered. appearing to have anticipated this. he skulks over into position, akin a sovereign entering territory claimed in his namesake. robes whisper softly against the tatami as he lowers across from him. posture doesn't mirror, one knee crosses while the other raised for an elbow to prop itself.

      ❛ your aroma is quite the deceiving one. ❞ silence is severed, precision and delicacy formulated into a single blade. knuckles press under his own chin, emulating indolent wonder as ruby hues flicker across 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 features. they are weary, disgruntled despite his insistently unbothered guise. ❛ quaint, mellow as tea leaves. and yet … ❞ a curl forms at the corner of his lips, brief intrigue for macabre ideations rising. ❛ beneath its surface permeates spoiled meat. ❞ upper hand ensnares a delicate teacup, elongated nails clinking at the ceramic. the smile dissipates immediately, huffing with sudden displeasure. the glazed rim ascends to his mouth, giving very 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓 pause to remark, ❛ what good are you to me if not to satisfy my appetite ? ❞ and then ryōmen drinks the methodically produced brew.

[heiangod]

      𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊. feminine beauty, her blush colored tresses pushed forward to obscure breasts. they are [ ... ] kempt, as if bathed and groomed. she is dignified, presented in a way that isn't objectified. steps were careful, standing closer and gleaming up with a captivated stare. for a moment, sukuna doesn't speak. admiring bound wrists and ankles as though she were 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 nature crucified by her children. blood darkened the dirt below, cast a crimson sheen over flowerbeds. haunting, yet reflective and provoking. ❛ sublime, isn't it ? ❞ timbre is calm, unbothered. he doesn't turn to acknowledge @tojida, never strays from his post. such a towering stature remained steady, centered with her desecrated body. life compared to death. in a way, his voice eluded to thoughtless prattling. ❛ strewn up by her entrails, lungs splayed out like a monarch taking its first flight or perhaps it resembles wings pinned to a canvas and displayed for all to see. ❞ a smile ghosts upon faint rose lips, recalling her pleas and the tenderness of her 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 as it reached his mouth.

[tojida]

        he was far too comfortable, munching away at his apology sandwich, brushing stray crumbs from his fingertips as they tumbled onto the lover nestled below, who remained happily snug — almost like a feral cat learning, slowly, cautiously, to trust again. toji felt the faint squeezing upon his leg, the idle kneading soothing in its own way, grounding, offering a small reprieve to muscles that ached beneath the weight of the day. unless those wandering fingers happened to press into an unfortunate bruise … or perhaps a new one, impossible to tell anymore. fushiguro was littered in them — mottled reminders scattered across his form — it would be a rare day he wasn't.

        eyes peer downward when the other speaks … confessing. features pinch faintly as his gaze drifts toward the convenience store bag. . . . there was only one. the one he was currently eating. a pout ghosts across his expression, rolling his eyes with quiet dramatics. bastard must have been hungry … big bac — a pause. hues widen the moment teeth clamp into his thigh. lip twitches, fingers coiling reflexively tighter around the sandwich, the pressure forcing its contents to bulge toward the edges, threatening escape .... luckily spared from completely spilling … sukuna should consider himself fortunate. a sharp breath hisses between his teeth, irritation flickering across his features. 

        " fu — not so damn har — d! " toji scolds through a mouth still working to swallow the remnants, voice roughened with complaint as his free hand returns to those pretty locks, gathering a firm handful before tugging upward, attempting to unlatch that carnivorous maw from sensitive flesh. the pull is impatient, corrective, though lacking true malice — more annoyance than anger. " … ryōmen — y'got real shit timing, y'know that? … tsk, always pickin' the worst damn moment. " a pretty flush of heat dusts across his cheeks despite the effort he makes to pry him off, the sensation muddled somewhere between sting & something far more dangerous. pain intertwined with pleasure sends a gradual simmer coiling low in his gut, threatening to sink deeper, heavier, toward his groin before he can properly smother it. irritating. inconvenient. especially when sukuna’s teeth linger far too close for comfort.

[heiangod]

      𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐏. bite remained latched on for a few seconds, jaw snapping shut when teeth slid away from both the skin and thin fabric caught in his vicious clamp. features scrunched up, shoulders flinching when reeled upward to alleviate his assault. so rough, it wasn’t that hard however something else certainly was, as the evidence showed with a rather insistent press behind his head. fingers melt into their hold upon the others thigh, involuntarily squeezing when abruptly pried off. either man hissed in corresponding disapproval. hand attempts to 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 the vice from his hair, not liking it yanked without warm up. nimble fingers circle a broad wrist, offering the faintest tug. immediately would sukuna huff, seeming to pout despite an obscured angle where his lover couldn’t quite distinguish it. jaw flexes, licking the rim of his mouth to moisten the dryness left from gnawing on absorbent polyester.

      even when battered to pulps, arousal sparked and negated the pain. there’s a partial grunt as he 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 leans back down, muttering beneath his breath. ❛ do you want me to kiss it all better, then ? ❞ head slants at a slight degree, just enough to nuzzle between taut legs and nudge the firm outline of his lover’s cock. there was a warm, phenomenal scent. it’s intoxicating, urges him to swoon and breathe out. ❛ right here … ❞ fingers tentatively glide, middle and ring pressing against his groin. they circle, rubbing in quaint little motions meant to tease.

      lips part, carefully sucking on cotton clad ridges he makes a satisfied noise at the back of his throat. moisture begins to accumulate, saliva dampening the material. sukuna wanted to eat that sandwich, but this outweighs 𝐆𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 hunger. although one could argue their similarities, it was a matter of curbing cravings. anticipation tingles nerves, curdles something eager inside his abdomen. the arm he currently applied all his weight upon now shifts, using a hand to tenderly grind up against. pleasuring himself, pacifying the need to take him on this sofa. warm sigh disperses [ … ] he should stop and jerk off like a normal person does. it doesn’t always need to include him. but this was different, he only wanted to apologize. i'm sorry, i'm sorry that it can never be easy.