#infinituminter

[norovvareta]

"S̶̰̭̣͖͔̺͇̣̦̺̻̱̓̎͆̿̂͋̂͛́͝ͅh̴͈̺̣̭͖̬͂͂̌̕i̷̢̞̰͔̋̏̀ţ̶̪̬̘͕͇͍̩̫͍͇̰̅̀̾̊͑͌͛̾̔͘͠"

@infinituminter

[usagimen]

   "I'm surprised they would group us together, @infinituminter, that seems like overkill to have two special grades dealing with one singular assignment" 

[no1psychic]

"THEY’RE A 10 BUT … I'm a 20, bahaha!!"

"good to know you're delusional ..."

send they're a ten but ... and finish it my inbox, @infinituminter, accepting.

[norovvareta]

@infinituminter ding dong

The guy was obnoxious. Tall, weird hair, weird blindfold. All of it was plain old off-putting. There was only room enough for one off-putting mother fucker in this place, and by god, it was supposed to be him.

Enough was enough. He needed to put an end to it. Humble this white-haired nobody.

God, he was so smart it scared him sometimes.

"Hey, asshole-" Sanzu swung. There should've been contact by now.

There was supposed to be contact. Why wasn't there contact?

[maljefe]

"Tell me how it's done. Do you think she'd like it if I came to her like this, if I looked deeply in to her eyes?" ((Imagine I'm on Satoru's blog lol I guess Bad AU too or which ever tbh!))

Why must you be so cruel? My love, my light, my entire life. How can you be such a cold man to me in this world when in every other you love me? Could it be because I came too late? Was I the one at fault? Did I fail you yet again? How truly tragic if so... lately it seems as though I cannot do anything but that.

Expression remains neutral even as her heartrate spikes. A drumming so loud in her ears she fears she might go deaf. To think she'd react so strongly to him even when he wasn't the man she typically loved. They shared a face, a mind, a soul, yet this one had zero connection to her. She wonders if it had been something she done in the previous life? Was it possible to sever a connection on accident, or was it simply chance that it occurred. If so that would cause many more problems in the future for her, but she'd deal with that when the time came. For now she had to focus on the problem at hand- Satoru Gojo.

" Is there a reason you felt the need to practice on me? Was it that good for you? Was my body that unforgettable, Satoru? My touch that addicting? Who do you really want, hmm? Her or is she just the next best thing? " Every fiber of her being demands her to get closer, to mold her body against his, to become one with him and remove him from this world once and for all. More than anything she just wanted him to die. At least then she'd have a chance at finding him in a new world, and one where she'd be able to have the man she loved back the way he was meant to be. It mattered naught if he was bad, if he was cruel, as long as that was never directed at her he could be anything he desired. Pathetic? Yes, but she'd stopped caring about that long ago.

Pressing a hand to his chest she inhales deeply, steadying her growing nerves. Loni wouldn't allow him to see just how visceral her reaction was when it came to him. He could never know. " If you want her attention, take it. Grab her hips, pull her flush, grasp her nape with your hand and bring her ear to your mouth. Tell her you want her, you want to be inside her, that everything about her is driving you mad. " Inhale. Exhale. Pick me. " Then and only then do you look her in the eyes allowing her to truly understand all the things you want to do to her. I'm sure... if you did... it would work. "

[maljefe]

!! Ouo (I think I'm on Satoru's blog)

" He's beautiful. It's a cop out answer, yes, but it's true. Mind you, it hasn't always been that way. At first I thought he was ugly. From a certain stand point I understood why people fawned over him, but I didn't see it. It didn't help I've always found darker features more attractive, but what could I say? He was full of himself and cocky, but in a way that made me want to take a cheese grater to his head. "

" Truth be told it was only after I started to get closer to him and see more of the man beneath the shallow exterior that my feelings began to change. Suddenly I was aware of how his eyes shimmered like the clear waters of an ocean when the sun hit them. If his hair brushed against my face when he was leaning against me it dawned on me how soft it was- how nice it smelled. His hands... they're big. Very, very big. They always seemed like they'd be calloused and worn, but surprisingly they weren't. Any excuse to touch them, as long as infinity was off, was one I took. His body, well, what's there to say? He's gotten beefier from when I'd first met him, and that's more my type, but I think... I think even if he was scrawnier I'd be attracted. Why? Because it's him. There's no easier way to put it. "

Nails drum along the surface of the table, her eyes wandering off to elsewhere in the room, all as a sly grin tugged at the corners of scarred lips. " I will say his personality gets to me the most even now. It's not easy to handle by a long shot. He's fucked up. He's wrong. He's not all there in the head, and I don't think he will ever be again. Even so I accept him for all that. I couldn't dream of a life without Toru in it. He's... he's my home. Even when he's irrational and does shit to piss me off I still love him. At the end of the day I want to go and curl into his arms. I want to rip open his ribcage and burrow into him until I simply become a part of him. He may be many things. He may be a monster to some now, but even if that's the case he's mine now and always. "

[limitlessscion]

[ COVER ]: while hiding from persecutors, sender pushes the receiver against a wall and uses their body to hide the receiver’s face from view.

Satoru was a quick learner. He adjusted to this world and his situation quickly, even eased into his dilemma enough to be caught relaxing as they returned from some restaurant he'd insisted on going to in-person, blabbing on about the 188 Pokemon that had been added since his own time.

He pondered sometimes that gulf of distance between them, Gojo's reluctance to really go out and do stuff, and his tendency to hide things as if he did not have full confidence of simply letting the truth hang in the world and deal with the consequences as it came; for many it would raise questions about the nature of self, perhaps, but to a young Satoru it was just proof that this guy wasn't him.

That supposition was challenged in a very visceral way as strong hands slipped through his defenses with ease; their energy were identical, and his reflexes could not keep up with the odd sensation of something that was his own doing something that he did not will. A moment later he was made aware of just how useless it would have been even if he had reacted in time as he wriggled uselessly against the Infinity pinned him in place. It was completely unyielding; he might as well have been an ant held between a child's fingers, only the slightest squeeze required to pop his shell.

"What the fu—" A hand clamped down over his mouth before he could drop a loud string of profanities. He tried to squirm and thrash and break free in any way he could, the pressure holding him down burning with his own helplessness. If he'd been calm, if he'd not been burning in his own skin against the unwanted contact, perhaps he'd have noticed the knots of sorcerers that had wandered by on the other side of the street, been aware of the way Gojo shielded him with his own body, read the tenseness in his muscles and how comparatively gentle the restraining motion had been.

When he was finally released he shoved Gojo away with all the strength he could muster, cursed energy seeped into his limbs as he slips aside, taking several steps away as if to put distance between them— to fight? To run?

"Don't— don't fucking touch me!" The words came out in gasps, a slight tremble to his fingers as they balled into fists. "What the fuck was that!?"

[maljefe]

"does satoru gojo appropriately know how to have sexual intercourse with you?" (nanami. pls don't.. don't ask. i am hiding myself.)

Did she die? Without breaking eye contact with him she reaches down and pinches her arm. Nope, still alive. “ I-… “ There was much to unload here, but where to begin? Why was Nanami asking her this? What the fuck had brought this subject up? She doubted it was him which left the problem (man)child. “ I’m pregnant so… I’d assume yes. Although he did seem confused about the fertilization comment… “