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𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝒀 𝑰𝑵 : being a god among men, with the weight of the world resting upon your shoulders. a study in being born as a weapon, one that sees and knows nearly all, and the infinite agonies that comes along with being trapped within a mortal heart. in the madness that comes with being the center of the universe, the responsibility and loneliness that it carries along with it - and the knowledge of your own monstrosity. with an afterward in wanting to be needed, but not being needed and instead being used - until there is nothing left.

private & selective / mutuals only gojo satoru of jujutsu kaisen. headcanon based with potential divergencies. not spoiler free. ( oc + crossover / au friendly ) adult themes will be heavily present. ( minors / personals do not interact ) written by chi / 30+ / they+them / usa.

⁰¹ carrd. ⁰² prompts. ⁰³ headcanons. ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇs. @cultfed ʙʟᴏɢʀᴏʟʟ. @amourem

#📍ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴏsᴛ.#do not interact ! ! !

how come nobody was gonna tell me i said 'new bsd chapter' instead of 'new jjk chapter' huh? you all really let me post that on the dash at 9 am with my whole ass chest?

#THE BETRAYAL #SOMEONE HAS TO HOLD MY SENILE 31 YEAR OLD BRAIN ACCOUNTABLE FOR IT'S ACTIONS #( 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 ) / * ooc .

amourem

fyi - i will be migrating my multi over to @chipen — it’s very much bare bones and not at all set up yet but that will ideally be my task here soon. i established this multi when i was still much more into gacha fandoms and as i have little interest in that now so i think a move is best! gojo will still remain at @rikuugan though as he is my main blog and i love him.

HSR mooties - a few will be included exclusively as friends only and not see much action but they’re there if you’re interested! i won’t hold it against you if you aren’t though.

muses that will be included are as follows :

JJK - megumi fushiguro, toji fushiguro, naoya zenin, toge inumaki, uraume, and mahito

BSD - fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol, saigiku jouno

MHA - dabi (i hate myself more than you do for this)

KNY - giyuu tomioka, mitsuri kanroji (others probably lbr)

friends only muse consist of sunday, blade, jiaoqiu, ruan mei, yuji itadori, and rimbaud.

#i reblog this here #nothing is changing for this blog I’m just moving my multi #which features other jjk muses #jazz hands #( 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 ) / * ooc .

i promise to write a bit more later this week... it's only tuesday but work has me so run down on top of achieving like 10 hours of sleep in the past two days. the brain cells aren't braining. too much math.

#( 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 ) / * ooc .#i WANT to but words no word

just occurred to me, that satoru gojo, a grown ass man standing at no less than 6'3'', has a snatched enough waist that he was able to fit into nobara's skirt

#( 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 ) / * ooc .#why is he shaped like that

3-aem

gojos

#this artists eternally soft gojo features sends me #thats the stuff thats the good shit #man literally has the face of an angel it's his whole schtick #the six eyeballs #the utterly incomparable beauty but the like #uncanny ever watching powerful force of him #all very be not afraid but also be very afraid #( 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘥 ) / * ref .

i actually feel so bad for anyone sharing a bed with gojo at night. like yes his eyes are absolutely stunning but they literally glow in the dark. imagine rolling over to face your painfully beautiful boyfriend in bed and he blasts you with his unblinking LED headlights

#him trying to be all cute and snuggle up and bat his eyelashes #but it’s like when someone flashes their brights at you when driving lmfao #( 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 ) / * ooc .

b1ta-c

4:00 a.m

#( 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘥 ) / * ref .#we considered the top panel a sunday treat

cultfed

@rikuugan continued <3

He had earned Satoru Gojo’s ire, a heartless act to dispose of their friendship as if it had been the last, fetid strand tethering him back to his origins. It was the inception of his new truth, the revelations that their world could no longer continue on this linear path. So long as curses existed, as sorcerers existed, there would be anguish & adversity in equal amounts. He doesn’t expect Satoru to understand him, yet there is a small fragment of his withering heart that wishes it to be so. If Satoru had witnessed him relentlessly slaughter, bothered more by the sanguine sullying his robes than the lives he snuffed out, would he be repulsed ? If he had seen his parent’s bodies disfigured & heaving their last, pitiful breaths, would he have recoiled from him ? They are questions that do not require an answer, he accepted that their friendship too would perish by his hand. It did not mean that each subsequent moment was not pervaded by the exquisite agony of knowing their world was irrevocably changed. He texts him. It’s such a casual thing. Back before everything had descended into darkness had they not passed messages back & forth as if each mundane part of their lives were woven together. He recalls waking to a selfie of Satoru, immaculate groomed as if he rose from bed utterly perfect, going to sleep to a slew of emojis & a sweet, seldom seen sincerity embodied in a single sentence. Goodnight. There is nothing but the dregs of that unshakeable bond within him now, the traces of recognition in their colliding gazes as the door opens & Satoru, using his ability, shoulders his way inside. ❝ should I have cut contact entirely, never spoken to you again ? ❞ there’s no kindness within his query, his dark eyes distant & cold, carved obsidian reflecting those penetrating blues. He does not wear the benevolence he adorns for the sake of those lesser beings, the cruelty he has armed himself with lingers within his expression, even if it so very badly wants to revert to familiar fondness. They would never be entirely free of one another, they were inextricably connected. He could be loathed by every person he had ever come in contact with, his friends, his allies, Satoru himself, but they would never be emancipated from this hollow sense of absence. ❝ Come now Satoru, I’m not so cruel as to never again utter your name. ❞ how they circle one another, those brazen fingers unbothered by the danger they precariously grace, dark, silken hair easing between them. ❝ You would have blocked my number, had you truly wanted that outcome. ❞ it’s unfair, isn’t it, the way Suguru can nonchalantly call out his faults, reveal to him the reality that flows alongside his hasty steps, fraught with many, tumultuous emotions. Within the cavernous depths of his gaze, swallowing every shift of his expression, there’s an echo of longing, as if he had eagerly awaited the day this barren hall might serve as a backdrop to his advent. ❝ So the question is, why. Why Satoru ? ❞ it’s a challenge, dark hair spilling over his shoulder like cascading water. ❝ Why did you choose to come ? ❞ he smiles, knowingly. ❝ We both already know that answer.❞

rikuugan

BECAUSE OF THE WAY THEY HAD BEEN TIED together - no one knew how to be cruel to satoru like the dark-haired man before him did. no one knew how to dig their claws straight into the beating muscle of his heart so efficiently. each of satoru's rawest edges had once been soothed by suguru's gentle hand - his sweet dulcet tones and kind words. despite their clashing temperaments, where the gojo heir had been a storm, suguru had been an unbreakable rock, holding steady in the face of all his whims and bringing him back down from whatever high would possess him. with that power - came weapons in abundance, the ability to gouge out what remained of his withered soul with a butter knife and leave it splattered upon the carpet. he was a wickedly cruel thing - already holding the shattered pieces of the gojo heir's love in his hands, and choosing to fragment them further by taking a shot at his pride.

the ripple of his power is a tangible thing, hand raising to free his gaze from the bandages that served to protect better than glasses. for as gojo's power grew - so did six eyes, and thusly the information he continued to take in did as well. no longer did simple sunglasses suffice. not to mention - the one presence that had been good at helping him handle the constant overstimulation had left him in front of a busy kentucky fried chicken on a sunny tuesday morning. satoru's glossed lips peel back from his teeth at the memory, bared like an animal as he advances. blue eyes glow bright in the dim lighting of the nondescript apartment, and he hates and loves that look on suguru's face - hates that vulpine smile because he knows it's not his real one ( when had he last seen suguru's real smile? ) - hates that he's on the receiving end of it.

❝ don't look at me like that. ❞ a snarled sentence, time and space ebbing and flowing as he advances, pushing the cultist back further and further further - until his spine hits the nearby wall and satoru is peering down into his dark eyes with anguish. infinity gone again, the pressure of satoru gojo's power still remains - as he cants his head in a way that is predatory, more deified than anything. their chests press flush, satoru's own body heaving in air, hand pressed to the wall beside dark silky strands while he fights to reason with his emotions. ❝ don't play with me like i'm your food, suguru. don't rub salt in the wounds you know you left - ❞ there is the crunch of drywall, an abundance of cursed energy burgeoning into the beige paint to fracture it beneath his touch, as his voice dips to hiss out the next words, ❝ don't fucking pretend with me. just - don't! ❞ a pulsation between his temples, pain behind his eyes, and satoru winces - gaze shuttering a moment as he fights the onset of a migraine.

#cultfed #( 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 ) / * thread .#( 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 ) / * verse ii .#STOP BEING MEAN HE MISSES HIS WIFE (u)

mimis-memes

🍎 ｡:*• ─ SEXY ABC. › ( a list of questions, from A to Z, to help develop some headcanons about our muses. most questions are nsfɯ, so please make sure you’re not a minor and read at your own risk ! )

send a pairing + one or more letters for some headcanons regarding our muses’ sex life !

A ─ After care. Do they take care of each other after sex ? How ?

B ─ Breeding. Is this one of their kinks ? Do they often have unprotected sex ? Have they ever had any pregnancy scares ?

C ─ Condoms. Do they use them ? Do they have a preference ( color, flavour, etc… ) ? Have they ever had an accident ? Would they continue anyway, if they’ve forgotten/run out of them ?

D ─ Dreams. A wet dream my muse has had about yours, and whether they’d want to make it come true.

E ─ Experimenting. Are they willing to experiment new things ? Is there something they’d like to try with their partner, but haven’t had the chance yet ? Any experiments gone wrong ?

F ─ First time. How was their first time together ? Was any of them nervous ? Did it live up to their expectations ?

G ─ Games. Do they play any games involving sex ( like adult board games, throwing dice to decide what’s their next position, engaging in roleplay, food play, etc… ) ?

H ─ Humour. Are they the kind to share a laugh during sex ? Has something funny already happened to them ( breaking the bed, one of them falling off the couch, funny noises, etc… ) ?

I ─ Infidelity. Has any of them ever cheated on their partner ? Whom have they cheated with ? If not, is it something they could do ? If yes, have they told them or has the other found out ? Could they forgive and forget ?

J ─ Jewellery. Do they own any sexy jewellery ( like butt plugs with rhinestones, piercings in intimate areas, cock rings, collars, etc… ) ? What do they think about it ?

K ─ Kissing. How important are kisses in their relationship ? Any favourite kind of kisses ? Do they have any rituals involving kissing ( never leaving for work without kissing the other, always sharing a kiss goodnight, etc… ) ?

L ─ Lingerie. Do they enjoy wearing it and/or seeing their partner in lingerie ? What kind of lingerie do they find the sexiest ? Any other clothing they love seeing their partner in ( like grey sweater pants, wearing nothing but an apron, really short shorts, etc… ) ? Do they often wear what the other likes, just to please them ?

M ─ Masturbation. Do they engage in it ? Together or alone ? Do they enjoy watching their partner masturbating ? Do they use any toys, or just their hands ?

N ─ Nudes. Do they send them to each other ? Do they save them on their phones ? Do they keep them to themselves, or do they show them to their friends ? Have they ever sent one to a wrong number ?

O ─ O’clock. What time do they usually have sex ( mornings, late at night, during lunch break, etc… ) ? Are they usually in a rush, or do they take their time ? How about on weekends / holidays ?

P ─ Public. Have they ever done it in public ? Were they caught ? Do they have a favourite public place to do it ?

Q ─ Questions. Is there anything they’d like to ask their partner, but never had the courage to ? Any questions they’d rather avoid ? Do they discuss everything as a couple, or are there any taboo themes ?

R ─ Recording. Have they ever filmed themselves having sex ? Did they watch it together afterwards ? Has anyone else seen their videos ?

S ─ Spanking. Is this one of their kinks ? If yes, who’s the spanker and who’s the spankee ? Any favourite positions ? Do they use just the hand or any other spanking implements ( like the paddle, belt, whip, hairbrush, etc… ) ?

T ─ Turn ons & offs. What do they do to turn each other on ? Is there something the other does that turns them off ? Have they told them about it ?

U ─ Unusual. What’s the most unusual place they’ve had sex at/in ? Was it a good experience ? Would they repeat it ? Is there an unusual place they’d like to try ?

V ─ Video call. Have they ever shared a sexy moment with each other during a video call ? What were the circumstances ( long distance, trying to cheer up/tease the other while at work, etc… ) ? Did they enjoy it ?

W ─ Walk of shame. Has one of them ( or both ) ever done a walk of shame ( trying to leave the place the other shared with roommates/family members unnoticed but being caught ) ? How was it ? What were the reactions ?

X ─ X-rated. Do they watch any x-rated movies ( porn ) ? Together or alone ? Do they have a favourite type ? Do they try to reenact them afterwards ?

Y ─ Yucky. Is there something they find particular disgusting or unpleasant in regards to sex ? Something they’d absolutely refuse to do, even if the other really wanted it ? Have they already denied the other some kinks because of this ?

Z ─ Zones. What are their most erogenous zones ? Does their partner know all of them ? Do they make sure to stimulate each other in said zones ?

☕️ ㅤ

#( 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦 ) / * prompts .#suggestive /

my finger tattoo feels mostly fine already but oh my god the black out lines on my wrist i am no king of curses i am but a baby

#im mostly joking it was totally worth #mostly #( 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 ) / * ooc .

this isn’t my multi but I like to think mahi.to would also call nanami nanamin but in a really really really annoying way of nanamIIiIiiIiIiIiiIiIin

#god I hate and love that little worm man #( 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 ) / * ooc .

mcflymemes

DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES * send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt, nsfw implied

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking

[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead

[ brief ] sender sneaks a kiss to receiver's cheek as they walk by

[ brow ] sender kisses the bridge of receiver's eyebrow

[ impossible ] sender kisses receiver as a final gesture, knowing they can't be together

[ hiding ] sender checks the area around them before kissing receiver, trying not to get caught

[ handful ] sender peppers the receiver's cheek with multiple, playful kisses

[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck

[ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them

[ side ] sender places a kiss on the side of receiver's nose

[ tip ] sender kisses the tip of receiver's nose

[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

[ knuckle ] sender lifts receiver's hand to their lips and places a polite kiss there

[ last ditch ] right before receiver leaves for battle, sender rushes into their arms and kisses them desperately

[ the middle ] in the midst of a battle, sender steals a second alone with receiver and kisses them to reassure them

[ dreamy ] sender and receiver indulge in a handful of slow, romantic kisses

[ darkness ] sender and receiver makeout in a completely dark room

[ ear ] sender nuzzles and kisses receiver's ear

[ recline ] sender climbs ontop of receiver and steals a kiss

[ lazy ] sender kisses receiver to wake them up from a comfortable sleep

[ dramatics ] as sender and receiver argue back and forth, sender launches forward and kisses receiver to stop the fight

[ distance ] across a large space, sender blows receiver a kiss

[ hold ] sender and receiver are hugging, and sender kisses receiver on the cheek in a tender display

[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea

[ reunion ] thinking they'd never see each other again, sender and receiver are reunited and run into each other's arms, sharing a kiss

[ inner ] in a heated moment, sender trails kisses along receiver's inner thigh

[ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite

[ greeting ] sender and receiver greet each other with kisses to both cheeks in quick succession

[ bunny ] sender gives receiver a bunny kiss by rubbing their noses together back and forth

[ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head

[ fingertips ] sender places light kisses to each of receiver's fingertips

[ tongue ] sender and receiver indulge in a heavy makeout that involves tongue

[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time

[ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last

[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it

[ desperate ] the situation is dire, and sender can't stop themselves from rushing forward and crushing receiver into an aggressive, frantic kiss

[ tend ] while tending to receiver's wounds, sender gives receiver a reassuring kiss

[ stolen ] sender and receiver cross paths and can't resist ducking into a safe place to makeout before they carry on with their day

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips

[ lipstick ] sender is wearing lipstick, and uses that fact to mark receiver with a few lipstick stains

[ chest ] sender removes receiver's shirt and immediately rushes forward to kiss their chest

[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach

[ fake ] sender and receiver pretend to be a couple and are forced to kiss each other to blend in

[ maybe ] sender and receiver are best friends and experiment with a kiss to see where it goes

#slides this across the dash for Sunday and leaves #( 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦 ) / * prompts .

@gemkun sent a message [ . . . ] sensei 🙇

BEHIND THE VESTIGES OF HIS BLINDFOLD - blue eyes widen with absolute and utter glee, watching fushiguro's ever artful bow with no small amount of amusement. his mouth cuts into a wry smile, and satoru gojo practically giggles in elation - reaching forth to pat gently at the shikigami wielder's ever ridiculous hair ( he'd try to tame it once, only to find that not everyone rolled out of bed looking as perfect as he did every morning ) and giving it a playful ruffle.

❝ alright, alright. ❞ former zen'in is slipped the black credit card - gojo clan name embossed in shiny gold letters across the front. ❝ you don't have to butter me up. go buy yourself somethin' nice, megumiiii. and get me a sweet treat! ❞

#( 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦 ) / * answered .#gemkun #( 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 ) / * verse i .#oh to have an absurdly rich accidental dad brother sensei

sixlimit-a

that was the thing about the king of curses ; he moved with a certain slowness but not for lack of purpose , but to display grace . his was not a rushed existence , and ryomen took a certain hedonistic pleasure in never allowing others to push him to move , not even the great satoru gojo could make him move if he did not wish it . a truly divine being . a god in human flesh , reborn for reverence and nothing short of it . the modern day's influx of information slowed around him naturally , bringing the heian era's ease with his very breath was it was drawn in and expelled .

❝ is that what you expect makes me this way ? ❞ there's no need to hurry to answer their question , a pair of golden eyes raising to fall onto the form of the greatest modern sorcerer , which sukuna has confirmed for himself by this point and found no need to affirm further . satoru gojo ; you are everything i was promised ! ❝ those like you and i will inevitably exist amongst humans , but not once can we request they understand us . they are all that they can be , and are incapable of reaching further heights , no matter what we would like . gods are gods for a reason . instead of lamenting that loss , may i suggest appreciating that gap ? ❞

rikuugan

THE GOJO HEIR WOULD BE LYING IF he said the steady ease of energy and information around the king of curses did not relax him somewhat - in a rather startling way at least. every minute of every day, apart from the occasional few hours of sleep, six eyes took in infinite amounts of the modern worlds burgeoning lights and happenings without regard to the body they were apart of. as gojo satoru had grown into his power - it had only gotten worse, and sunglasses had to be traded for bandages, bandages for dark silk. but sukuna gets the full brunt of his own deified gaze, matching twin hues unabashedly as both time and information slow to a crawl around the other. he shouldn't relax - and to be frank he never really does - but a distinct knot of tension between his brow eases, and the sorcerer huffs his laugh - a wry and amused little thing.

❝ i try not to think about why you are the way you are. makes my head hurt and i already get a lot of migraines. ❞ the cut of soft mouth, curling up at the edges in his familiar mischievous grin, ❝ thought i was human once, didn't really work out for me though. anyways - 'm here now, at the edge of infinity with only the king of curses as my peer. ❞ he's not bitter about it - not really, it was if satoru gojo's very existence had been shaped to combat the god at his side. through white lashes, he peers up at him again, that stare impenetrable. ❝ you're the only being that can look me in the eyes. is it a mutual feeling - ❞ grin tinges with the undercurrent of something more feral, more beastly, as he lulls over the next syllables playfully, ❝ sukuna? ❞

#metancy #( 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 ) / * thread .#( 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 ) / * verse i .#just two gods having introspective discussions and stare downs nothing to see here

to00fu

modern/college au with sukugo :3

#23 games in valorant my condolences sukuna and op #( 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘥 ) / * ref .#( 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘥 ) / * ship tag .

THERE WAS NOTHING QUITE SO HARROWING as the transformation that suguru had induced within him. for all his life - satoru gojo had been the young master of the gojo clan, his leadership and power imminent, and his loneliness along with it. from birth - assassination attempts in abundance, separation from his parents. his entire life had been nothing but being a jujutsu sorcerer, nothing but growing his power. until suguru - he'd had no equal. until suguru - he'd had no better half. and when the time came for satoru to be knocked down a few pegs, to be allowed the vestiges of a moral compass - the man below him had been that. it was a cruel thing, the way suguru had stayed his hand so often so that he had not killed innocents - and now they were on the opposite side like this - riddled with too many differences to count. but that did not stop the sorcerer from his cravings - his innate needs to see the curse eater, and to try his damnedest to keep him from slipping further.

he sees it - the darkness in his eyes, the way his jaw might set, or his cursed energy shifted with dissonance. the lives they lead are so separate now - children to mentor, suguru's outlandish goals, satoru's teachings and constant missions - yet intrinsically entwined, because still the gojo head cannot extricate himself from the beautiful being that had woven his way between his ribs, nesting there like some sort of malevolent plant and effectively eliminating the one thing that had made him godlike in all ways. suguru was a weakness. he was satoru's weakness.

a sigh rattles his lean frame, and gojo closes those striking eyes, nuzzling his nose against the jut of suguru's cheek, along his jaw. his body remains pressed flush, absorbing the heat the shorter man exudes with unabashed tenderness, until he murmurs near the swell of a gauged ear, soft - vulnerable. for satoru, he lays it all bare, suguru possessing direct access to his heart. ❝ do you think i'm selfish? ❞ he questions aloud, ❝ do you hate me? ❞ are they rhetorical inquiries? it is impossible to say - especially as he leans upwards again, foreheads together once more. a hand raises, smoothing dark hair from heartbreakingly handsome features, and he smiles softly. ❝ i hate you. ❞ he states, as if he were uttering another three word sentence entirely, ❝ i hate you so much, suguru. ❞

@cultfed

#( 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 ) / * thread .#( 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 ) / * verse i .#cultfed #teehee agony time.

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