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Also, I write Mamagumi, Naoya's middle brother (Naoto) along with other franchises over here incase anyone is interested @pr4yerp0sition

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Yeah the concept of each eye being a previous soul goes pretty hard, the fact they don’t really care for Satoru (the sixth) only that he is their vessel. Mostly on the basis he is the emotional one, but, they will protect him && bestow their gift to him. It plays on the whole a blessing being a curse in reality that the benevolence of the six eyes is slowly driving him to this martyr he will become && stripped him of personal desires as each heir knew their duty, what must be obtained before death. In their gaze, he is the innocent, thus the child of the cosmos where there are other titles that individualistically they all held (the Fourth being the Hunter, the First the Wise, the Third the New Sky). A lot of his portrayal hinders on the knowledge of being the most ‘human’ of them, while struggling with the ancient soul that lives in a modern body.

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( HOVER ) hovering their lips over mine’s. // suguru, peppering electric kisses over infinity --

             THE   STATIC   SENSATION   OF   ICE,   it   encapsulates   everything.   Not   even   the   sun   could   penetrate   through   the   barrier,   blue   veins   that   ran   along   long   digits   &&   appendages   that   were   bird   like.   Where   are   they?   Satoru   isn’t   sure,   time   ceases,   for   once.   He   finds   a   pleasant   irony   in   it,   the   echoes   of   breathing   that   inhale   &&   exhale   smoothly   into   the   night   air.   Reminiscent   of   the   days   spent   amongst   the   training   grounds,   right   before   he   was   pulled   away   from   the   rest,   fingers   entangled   lazily   with   each   other   -   you’re   my   best   friend. 

          Boyhood   was   confusing,   the   words   that   were   lodged   in   his   throat   like   a   knife,   they   no   longer   mattered.   They   weren’t   children   clinging   to   the   idealization   of   a   life   that   would   be   infinite   with   that   of   possibilities,   university,   becoming   the   head   of   one’s   clan,   leading   a   productive   but   normal   life.   Now,   there   was   a   chorus   that   continued   to   echo   with   an   ancient   song   &&   blood   that   tainted   the   soil   they   stood   on,   so   much   of   it,   Satoru   began   to  ��wonder   who   it   belonged   to   the   most.   The   small   dent   that   creates   when   someone   is   close,   brazen   enough   to   intrude   on   his   personal   territory,   he   inhales   sharply   &&   holds   the   air   within   his   lungs. 

            Kisses,   barely   there   that   hum   in   electrical   currents,   Infinity   can   keep   everything   out   -   even   when   he   wished   it   to   be   an   impossibility.   The   barrier   won’t   lower,   he   doesn’t   suggest   turning   it   off   either,   ghost-like   his   touch   hovers   to   move,   undoing   the   singular   tie   that   keeps   Suguru’s   hair   together.   Try   to   stop   me,   it   beckons,   you   couldn’t.    “Gross”   childishly,   he   bemoans   like   a   thousand   times   before   where   raspberries   were   pressed   against   his   cheeks   &&   he’d   shriek   joyously.   In   the   pale   moonlight,   he   thinks   of   the   benevolence   of   the   kind   yet   sweet   warmth   of   the   day   that   once   grazed   his   skin   &&   the   fabled   belief   grew   within   his   heart;   the   first   love   is   ruthless. 

                They’re   no   longer   grasping   at   the   seams   of   the   promises   of   forever   &&   the   notion   that   the   halcyon   days   will   never   end,   it   does   so.   unceremoniously   in   the   masquerade   of   slaughter   &&   the   ruination   of   eld.   A   sliver   of   his   jacket   slides   upwards,   taut   muscle   that   contracts   as   he   begins   to   laugh,   “Stop,   I   know   what   you’re   up   to”   Satoru,   how   many   did   you   utter   the   same   thing   when   skipping   class   &&   the   moist   heat   was   attached   to   pale   plump   cheeks   happily   eating   bags   of   candy?   Back   then,   it   was   innocent.   

             There   was   an   inkling   of   knowledge   that   came   trickling   in   with   a   gentle   fear,   eat   me,   eat   me.   Lopsided,   crooked   with   fangs   on   display   his   chest   vibrates,   “That’s   why   I   don’t   drop   the   barrier,   you’re   too   ravenous,   even   as   kids   it   showed”   but   I   loved   you   then   as   I   love   you   now.   A   flash   of   stormy   blue,   it   begins   then   ends   quickly,   ginger   &&   spiced   vanilla   only   to   be   replaced   with   the   sharp   crisp   scent   of   oxygen   &&   mint.    “I   didn’t   come   here   for   you   to   maul   me!”   he   squeaks,   there   in   a   second   the   earnesty   of   the   sixth   soul   ignites,   the   rest   remain   dormant   seething   in   disgust;   mortal   attachments   would   be   their   downfall.   Somehow,   he   neither   cared   nor   mind,   at   odds   they   may   be   but   for   a   second   the   deception   felt   like   truth.   

                                             “Come   on,   kiss   me   for   real”  

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Phantom Parade - "Magnificent Phantom Ship"

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Satoru Gojo wearing a suit (in low quality sorry) Jujutsu Kaisen Phantom Parade

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  nsfw  prompts ,  separated  by  quotes   &   acts .   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one  who  posted  the  meme .  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts  )

       →  WORDS .

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜ ❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ ❛  i want you to ride  [ me / my fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  you  make  the  prettiest  sounds .  ❜ ❛  say  please .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  make  this  last .  ❜ ❛  look  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  just like that -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you .  ❜ ❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ ❛  god ,  yes ,  [ name ] ,  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  do  this .  ❜ ❛  who  gets  to  touch  you  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  come  for  me .  ❜ ❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ ❛  brace  your  hands  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  could  you  come  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  let  me  come -  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night .  ❜ ❛  you’re  such  a  tease .  ❜ ❛  take  these  off .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  your  [ mouth / fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ ❛  we  shouldn’t -  ah ,  we shouldn’t be doing this .  ❜ ❛  faster ,  [ name ] ,  i  need  more .  ❜ ❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ❛  keep  your  eyes  open .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜ ❛  can  i  take  this  off ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  please ,  please -  ❜ ❛  you’re  doing  so  well  for  me .  ❜ ❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜ ❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜ ❛  you  feel  so  good .  ❜ ❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ ❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ ❛  did  i  say  you  could  come ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ ❛  we  have  to  be  quiet .  ❜

         →  ACTIONS .

❛  pin .   to  restrain  my  muse’s  hands  during  intimacy . ❛  mirror .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  front  of  a  mirror . ❛  deny .   to  deny  my  muse  an  orgasm . ❛  distance .   to  have  [ phone / video ]  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  playlist .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  while  music  is  playing . ❛  paw .   to  fondle  my  muse’s   [ chest  /  ass ] . ❛  wall .   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall . ❛  table .   to  hoist  my  muse  onto  a  [ table  /  counter ] . ❛  clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed . ❛  finger .   to  finger  my  muse . ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral . ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . ❛  distraction .   to  rile  my  muse  up  during  a  film . ❛  mark .   to  leave  marks  on  my  muse  [  optional :  specify where  ] . ❛  tie .   to  use  restraints  on  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  throat .   to  choke  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  sparring .   for  sparring  to  turn  into  sex . ❛  toys .   to  use  toys  [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ]  on  my  muse . ❛  imagery .   to  send  my  muse  a  risque  photo . ❛  drag .   to  pull  my  muse  closer  by  a  piece  of  clothing . ❛  tear .   to  tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛  shower .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  the  [ shower / bath ] . ❛  sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg . ❛  carnal .   to  [ scratch / bite ]  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  preoccupied .   to  rile  my  muse  up  as  they  [ read / work ] . ❛  jealous .   to  purposefully  make  my  muse  react  possessively . ❛  dare .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  based  off  a  dare . ❛  read .   to  re-enact  something  from  a  [ book / show / porn ]  with  my  muse . ❛  collapse .   to  break  a  bed  during  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  caught .   to  get  caught  with  my  muse  during  sex .

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“nobody is making you do this” i am driven by unnatural forces you will never even begin to comprehend

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Satosugu redraw

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wound and blood seek each other;

// Georges Bataille. Guilty // // Ingmar Bergman // Sonya Vatomsky. "Spring Flowers" Salt Is For Curing. // George Seferis. Stratis Thalassinos among the Apapanthi. //

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that was a long way of saying he spits preferably

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The last Sunday master post is considerably outdated, this is an updated version to fit with the current rendition.

Satoru is lean && long in stature, that’s a given. The mark of a Gojo is to be slender hipped with a lanky athletic build, similar to that of a runner. His beauty is otherworldly, serpentine, often eldritch && ancient. It is oddly erotic in a slinky fashion while highly enticing, is he aware of this? Yes, to a degree. Satoru does not use his sexual appeal for power but understands his beauty can be threatening or a swaying factor. It is fanged && mean, just like him.

Visible scarring from his collision with Toji, it’s still pink, raw, with uneven edges showing the violent nature of ascending into Godhood. He doesn’t like the mark to be touched, otherwise, the entirety of his body is dotted in fading freckles && smooth to the touch. Easily bruises as his skin is rather fragile in nature, some correlate it to the thin air of the mountains or the fact the bloodline comes from the snow. If it’s a casual partner, he will often state the scar is from a car accident, don’t think about it.

Small chested, the usage of a sarashi for binding is typical when in traditional clothing. Otherwise, he will wear pasties for modesty, sports bras, undershirts to bind. He doesn’t mind if his chest is touched during intimacy, hindering on it too long makes him squirm, though his left nipple is pierced with a diamond studded bar.

Taunts with Infinity, edges partners to climax before creating a barrier so they cannot touch him any longer. Incredibly teasing, he enjoys the static sensation between both bodies && relishes in holding that authority, though he will lower it if asked.

Surprisingly, not that vocal in bed. It stems from not wanting to be seen as vulnerable, though there are visual clues if he is into it, if someone can make him moan or cry out, congrats, he might fall in love.

Small but perky ass, good back muscles && has dimples right above his backside that dip inwards.

Happy trail when on missions, clean shaven if at home which is a rarity so he’s nicely trimmed, always smells sweetly of ylang-ylang to taunt anyone going down on him. Effortlessly erotic, no modesty with partners && comfortable in his own flesh. Wonderful at pillow talk, rude on calling back, he’s gone once everything is over - Satoru doesn’t linger for too long, he finds it way too personal.

Wonderful kisser, his taste varies depending on the lip oil, gloss, or balm he likes to wear. Mostly, it’s lychee / raspberry, mint if he’s feeling more conservative. There’s a subtle stain of color that is often left behind.

Prefers riding a partner or being taken from behind, missionary is very intimate, it over stimulates him greatly. True to Satoru’s nature, he wants to hold some advantage, thus being on top gives him control to set the pace.

Spits if casual; swallows if dating or obsessive.

Libido fluctuates, he works a lot, it can be average to high if he is stressed. Like fighting, sometimes, fucking just releases tension from him.

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It's been so fun to come back to Satoru but not only that receiving such a welcoming embrace on his portrayal is just lovely. There's also been some deeply amusing moments when discussing how his emotional state is literally just, if I do not act silly or joke about this - I'm going to start screaming and idk when I'll stop.

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        HIS FINGERS WORK EFFORTLESSLY, tongue that darts out, stuck to the side. Fabric, plush && soft, something a child could love, something, a child could treasure. There are two young souls that run about the estate, spoiled rotten for the sole reason they live amongst the divine, they too in turn would know a life of succor && warmth. Jade green stitching that finally is tied, cut by the sharpness of his teeth as he chirps, “Look, I have a gift for you, @cursedfell” is it too young this small trinket? A stuffed toy, carefully crafted to resemble a wolf, with eyes that are too far apart && one that is a bit lopsided. Satoru holds in his laughter, crouching down as his long stature moves in a fluid fashion, holding the gift outwards.

             “They look like you, small, intimidating, with a mean face - kinda cute! Don’t you think?”  

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gojo practice

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

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       CHEAP BEER && CIGARETTE SMOKE, the scent sticks to his skin as the cool night air gains him a sense of normality. A singular brow that raises, “Really, you’re horrible at seducing guys” he couldn’t speak, a basket case of emotions, tightly bound && willing to set off like a hurricane. A frown that turns into a childish pout, kitsune udon, thick && chewy enough to sink his teeth into. There must be an irony or a morbid joke to eat with the same soul that once nearly extinguished the light within the fabled legend, a modern day deity that bared his fangs && claimed what was his inheritance. Violence in the midst of enlightenment, he shouldn’t think of this right now, not when the sugary sweetness of ramune coats his tongue.

        “This is lowkey, even for you” thinly veiled insults, quick jabs, in the end he was still a pedigree brat trying to understand the peculiarity of a world that did not see him as one or even on a tier of their existence. Each quip becomes subdued there was no pointless in relentlessly bickering, even if it brought him a sense of joy, to flirt with a flame that could engulf him, it was an adrenaline high none could contend with only to fall short of disappointing. “I still don’t understand you, the amount on my head could set you for life, in truth, you’re not the only person who tried to kill me @inverteds” yet, there was a difference, Toji almost succeeded - almost being pivotal.

                                        “Why call the hit off? God Slayer has a nice ring to it”   

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Satoru Gojou “The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer” (五条 悟) - Jujutsu Kaisen 2nd Season - Episode 4