#despite it being inconvenient for me

[showfallmediacameracrew]

its my duty as the one in charge of this blog representing the company that i say you can send me questions. i will answer whatever you may be curious about in the company. or you can ask about my fellow employees. my superiors value interaction and participation from their customers!

[beatcroc]

what kind of frivolity would you engage in, mecha?

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[sepiamestus]

Birthday in the bunker

[thatgirlonstage]

You ever look at someone’s fandom playlist and know in your soul they looked at the title of a song and literally nothing else

[siilvan]

i am once again disappointed but not surprised at the COD fandom only caring about “sensitivity” when it’s convenient for them

[headfullof-ideas]

Okey-dokey, first up we have the one and only, no longer six thousand years old, Nereus! Buckle up it gets long.

Nereus is a member of the Order of the Guardians of Lemuria, and one of its current oldest members. He’s very old, though his favorite passtime is being purposefully evasive over his exact age when youngsters ask him. His age aside, Nereus is one of the Guardians most socially aware and acclimated to matters happening outside their Orders boundaries and work. Most Guardians stay within the land they’ve settled in, hidden away from the rest of the world, and for good reason. Some Guardians though, specifically and usually the younger ones, venture out into the world searching for remnants of Lemuria still left out in the world. Nereus, despite his great age, goes out with them to help look for remnants of Lemuria still left, but also to keep an ear out on whatever’s happening beyond the Guardians immediate concern. Nereus is aware of how narrow-minded the Guardians organization can be, as unintentional as it is, and is doing his best to maintain a level of awareness amongst his fellow Guardians about all the issues that circulate in their area and beyond. However, as open as his eyes are, Nereus doesn’t interfere, instead putting most of his efforts into the pressing matters that the Guardians work hard to control. Though wandering around out in the world some Guardians are determined to avoid means Nereus can keep an ear out on any whispering that may allude to someone potentially stumbling across things that really can’t get out into the world.

Nereus also makes sure to keep an eye on the remaining descendants of Lemuria’s monarch lines, the Nektons and the Benthos’s. The Benthos heir, Alpheus, has long since fled Nereus’s watchful eyes, fleeing into the dark corners of the ocean and the growing Dragon Trapper markets to avoid Nereus and pursue his own goals. Nereus is worried about Alpheus, having watched the boy grow up and worried with what he’s planning. Trying to find him is proving difficult though, and some of the other Guardians are persistent Nereus leave Alpheus be, though the part of Nereus that took care of Alpheus as a child can’t help but keep searching for him, desperate to make sure he’s okay and doesn’t hurt himself or do something he may regret. The Nektons are more approachable than their cousin, and Nereus has repeatedly used his seniority to get away with divulging Guardian secrets and knowledge to the Nekton parents and their daughter, Fontaine. Does he use riddles and a patient evasiveness that infuriates Fontaine and her mother, and even gets on Will’s nerves on a bad day? Perhaps, but who can kid an old man trying to have a little fun every once in a while? And does it also add on to his excuses in his own defense against the Guardians who are particular about who is given Guardian secrets, if Nereus makes it seem like he didn’t blatantly tell the Nektons about certain things, and that they figured it out themselves? Yes, it does. And besides, with the way the Nektons explore the seas the same way their ancestors did, Nereus is sure that they would have stumbled across what the Guardians are hiding sooner or later. He knew he couldn’t stop them, and knew he couldn’t bring himself to stop them from doing something that’s in their blood, so he figured preparing them ahead of time was the ultimately safer option for everyone involved.

Most Guardians are in some way connected to the once great Lemuria itself. Some are descended. Some are in debt or awe. And others were scholars or archaeologists, sought out by older members as they stumbled across ruins and recruited into the Guardians cause. Nereus is one of the lucky few who knows exactly how he was connected to Lemuria. He was descended from one of the close scholars of the Nekton family, his six thousand years great grandmother being a close and personal friend to the last monarch, Queen Doreus herself. His ancestor was one of the ones who started the Guardians organization after Lemuria fell, and Nereus sometimes feels bad for using that added legacy to get away with bringing the Nektons deeper into the fold of what the Guardians have been doing for six thousand years now. He’s seen how bad of a power trip using such a legacy in such a way can fall, spiraling off the deep end quickly into abuse and hunger for more power. Nereus works to keep himself humble, and sometimes purposefully seeks out the Nektons only child in order to do so. Aside from enjoying her witty tongue, and hearing her insight on things and how they differ to his, Fontaine has a way of making Nereus feel like an ordinary person by talking about things that even he, in his many travels out and away from the Guardians home location, didn’t know. There’s nothing more humbling than being schooled by a child. Nereus enjoys her company however, genuinely, even though he knows that he can drive her a little insane sometimes.

Nereus is concerned about a lot of the things happening in the world around him. The rumors of dragon raids in the Archipelago, the growing business of Dragon Trappers and the underground trading routes taking root in many markets, whether or not dragon trapping is a trade that those markets allow. The Grimborn brothers growing in power, the Dark Orca ship and the pirates that command her, conflicting reports of Dragon Trappers seen traveling or fighting with dragons bearing riders, depending on who you asked. Even the whispers of trouble brewing further east than the Guardians travel grows more and more pressing with each month that passes. It’s all very concerning business, and Nereus has tried to bring its attention to the other Guardians. Regardless of how many agree with him though, even Nereus himself has to admit that at the end of the day, what the Guardians are working to hide takes precedent, lest the information or news gets out into the wrong hands.

The Guardians that Nereus is a part of are a six thousand year old organization, built on the rubble and ruin of Lost Lemuria. Lemuria is thought to be nothing more than myth six thousand years after its end, most people believing it sank beneath the sea, never to be seen again. The stories that are told of Lemuria in the present day say that she angered the ancient nameless gods of the sea, swallowed up by the waves leaving not a trace behind. These stories are only half true. What actually happened was that Lemuria near destroyed itself. The great kingdom of Lemuria had two royal families, though it had been the Nektons that had reigned as Lemuria’s monarchs for some time until Lemuria’s last days. The Benthos’s of the time had been biting at the bit for a chance at Lemuria’s reigns, and after many inner quarrels, they attempted to stage a coup against their cousins. However, the coup failed, but not before it kickstarted the biggest civil war known in history. The fights between the two royal family lines as the Benthos’s tried to claw the monarch title from the Nektons grew and grew until some of Lemuria’s oldest devices were placed on the playing board, ultimately dooming the kingdom as a whole. What had made Lemuria such a massive kingdom was its ability and ingenuity to create devices that were seemingly magic. Maps of the stars and seas activated by water, treasure troves of knowledge and information activated by dragons fire, naval ships that sped through the water like they were powered by the currents themselves, and the royal Scepter itself was said to have the ability to speak to dragons. It was instruments similar to the Scepter that the Benthos’s brought to the table in a last ditched attempt to win against the Nektons, and it was the dragons that they summoned that doomed Lemuria.

The dragons that the Benthos’s dragged into the fight were leviathans from the deepest parts of the ocean, great beasts of the Leviathan Class that the Lemurians referred to as Monumentials. The Monumentials were a force to be reckoned with, and unfortunately for Lemuria and the rest of the world, they couldn’t be controlled the way that the Benthos’s thought they could be. The Benthos’s lost control of the very creatures they weaponized, and soon the Monumentials were raging rampant across the world as they fought both the ones who drove them into aggression and each other. Lemuria was destroyed by both the Monumentials and itself due to the Benthos coup, and the rest of the world was left in such a ragged state by the time the last Queen of Lemuria, Queen Doreus Nekton, put a stop to the Monumentials madness, that within the next hundred years, people wondered if Lemuria had ever really existed at all. The world picked itself back up again, and the remaining survivors of the once great Lemuria banded together under Queen Doreus’s last order as Queen of Lemuria; ensure that it never happens again.

The Guardians formed and worked to make sure that what happened never happened again. It was only because of Queen Doreus somehow figuring out how to calm the Monumentials enough to stop their fighting that the world and everyone in it wasn’t destroyed, and they weren’t sure what would happen if the Monumentials were driven to a global anger a second time. The first generation Guardians decided under Doreus’s command that Lemuria could never form again. Its time had come and gone, and if it didn’t form as a kingdom a second time, the chances of the same situation that led to its destruction the first time had a lower chance of happening a second time. This meant ensuring that everyone eventually believed that Lemuria had never been real at all. As most of Lemuria and all her knowledge had been destroyed during the war, the Monumentials essentially helped ensure that no one within the next few generations could find anything that would make them second guess. However, bits and pieces still floated. Documents and tools and instruments taken to different corners of the world during the many evacuations during the Benthos and Nekton war, temples and villages and sites built in places beyond the kingdom itself. People that weren’t tracked down and accounted for after Lemuria destroyed, who took personal items with them as they fled to any part of the world still standing after the Monumentials destroyed nearly everything else. The remaining Nektons and Benthos’s, scattered across the ocean. Lemuria was gone but bits and pieces of her still remained. The Guardians worked to gather everything they could find, bringing it to the location they started to set up as a base. Aside from gathering everything to make sure no one realized Lemuria had been real, the Guardians also sought to preserve the bits that weren’t destroyed by the Benthos and Nekton war. What had happened was a tragedy for everyone involved, and they couldn’t bring themselves to let everything that Lemuria had built be truly lost to time.

The Guardians also sought to keep an eye on the Monumentials. They had been just as much victims to the war as everyone else, dragged into a feud they’d had no part or business being dragged into. Despite that though, they were still dangerous. Leviathan class dragons were everywhere in the world, but there was a reason there weren’t nearly as many as the much smaller species of dragons, and there was a reason they usually didn’t settle near people; disaster followed nearly every time. So the Guardians worked to keep an eye on the Monumentials, ensure they stayed in areas that no human might accidentally stumble across them, and potentially agitate them into attacking. They also worked to make sure no one knew how to rebuild the instruments that were initially used to aggravate the Monumentials to the point that they had been, and the worked to make sure that no one found the Monumentials themselves. The Guardians worked to protect the world from the Monumentials, and the Monumentials from the rest of the world. They couldn’t keep them from interacting with each other, but the Monumentials never aggravated each other to the point that the Benthos coup had. So long as no one knew about them, and no one tried to repeat, unintentionally or otherwise, what had happen six thousand years prior, everyone was safe. It was a heavy burden for the Guardians to deal with, and over the years they grew preoccupied with their original goals to the point they avoided interfering in things happening elsewhere for fear of what happened to Lemuria happening again. But the Monumentials and the rest of the world are still safe, though recent business with the Nektons and the only remaining Benthos, Alpheus, has some members growing concerned something bad may happen.

Oookay, that part is done! Now for the authors note section.

Since I’m not bringing any of the magic over from The Deep. Stuff like Nereus being six thousand years old, the prophecy of the Chosen One, or the magical Scepter that controls the Monumentials, it just doesn’t exist here. This means I had to get creative. Nereus is now descended from one of Doreus’s closest advisors and friends, leaving him still connected to the Nektons. I accidentally made myself really angsty about him and Alpheus, which wasn’t entirely intentional but now all I can think about is what his relationship with Alpheus is like and how complicated it must be because of everything that’s happened between the two of them (both in my crossover and canon).

And because there’s no prophecy of the Chosen One, I had to do something different for the Guardians and even Alpheus. So what I came up with was honestly similar to stuff from the newer Godzilla movies. The Guardians are acting kind of like MONARCH here, secretly keeping an eye on these giant creatures that are just roaming around, because with no magic that means Doreus never put them to sleep. After Lemuria was destroyed, the Monumentials were still around. So the Guardians are keeping an eye on them. Making sure no one hurts them and that they don’t hurt anyone else. The Guardians are also tracking down all the remnants of Lemuria that they can find, in order to preserve what’s left and also keep people from asking questions. The less people know, the less likely they are to try and repeat the same mistakes under the premise of ‘well we know what happened last time so it’ll be different this time’ which never works out. The device used by the Benthos’s to drag the Monumentials into their war with the Nektons, and the Scepter itself, are like a more advanced but far older version of Valka’s staff, or on the Godzilla thread, something like the Orca from King of the Monsters.

Lemuria is destroyed here. Not sank, destroyed. There’s almost nothing left of it. Just pieces floating around here and there. Devices that got lost to the corners of the earth, ships and old buildings that don’t fit with anything else. Stories and legends that have culminated over six thousand years, with the only real genuine interpretations of them being what’s with the Guardians or tucked away in some dusty catalog of the current civilizations with records old enough to date back to that time. Some families still have their Lemurian names, like the Nektons and the Benthos’s, but very few remember where they originated from. As far as the vast majority of the planet is aware, Lemuria might have been real, but it was nowhere near as big as the massive kingdom on par with Ancient Rome or Greece or Egypt that it actually was, and it certainly doesn’t exist now. And as far as the Guardians know, Doreus may have died dealing with the Monumentials. Or she may have escaped, going back to her family in order to raise her children in safety. All they know is that she left instructions and her final orders before she went back to deal with the Monumentials, and she was never seen after that. Even her dragon disappeared somewhere to never be seen again.

Figuring out this stuff has been fun, and like a lot of the later story elements, I’m gonna be hinting to/building up to them pretty early on in the fic. The specific arcs like what Alpheus is doing and how the Riders interact with the Guardians/Monumentials will be saved for the actual fic. Sorry for such a long post but a lot of the Guardian stuff went in hand with the Nereus stuff, and I didn’t think to make a second post until I’d already typed all this out

[wispythreads]

I don't trust North we disagree on literally almost everything why does me attempting to still be a civil human being with the basics of decency lock Markus and her into a romance what the heck

[kavehayati]

Chappel Roan saying she’s sad she’s demisexual and then there’s me being aroace as a whole like don’t you think I’m even more sad 😭

[thorntopieces]

man

[wizardlyghost]

yknow i think i would maybe have had an easier time in life if i had been a little less autistic :/

[britneyshakespeare]

might fuck around and buy my friend a copy of the riverside shakespeare (1973) for his birthday

side note it astonishes me that ppl are selling this book for between $50 to $100 secondhand in some places. you can get it for under 10 bucks at so many online retailers. it's a fifty-year-old tome that was commonly used as a college textbook, there are so many fuckin copies still floating around out there and most of them on the market are in the acceptable-to-good category of condition. how could one you have be worth much more than that? is yours in extra special superb condition? what?

do ppl just think everything vintage is valuable... bc oftentimes it just isn't

[ziracona]

I’ve spent my whole life having people from strangers to acquaintances to friends to family tell me in some way or other I’m a bad person, or being bad, for caring actively about a bunch of minority stuff. I have not ever thought of it that was before, but putting it into perspective yesterday. I have. All the ‘Why can’t you just not engage. They’re family—ignore what they say and change the subject.’ ‘You’re so self-righteous, overbearing, judgemental, critical, harsh, overemotional—why can’t you be unselfish and keep it to yourself?’ ‘If it really mattered more people would complain’ ‘people today care about everything so much they’re too sensitive—why can’t you keep quiet or nod instead of arguing with me? Just let it go.’ Even from ‘liberal’ friends I get ‘I know it’s racist but it’s not a big deal. Quit spoiling people’s fun by talking about flaws with things. People want to have a good time and they’re already sad and tired’ ‘quit making people feel bad for liking bigoted things by talking about the bigotry. It’s selfish and prudish.’

And hearing on the same day a bunch of native people at a creatives meetup lost it & went ‘They did WHAT?’ hearing about the bullshit ND startup game I walked out on for anti-native racism, and my poc doctor say ‘Oh yeah that was the right call. Tbh I don’t even understand why you feel guilty and worry maybe you did not find the best or kindest way to handle it.’ Talking about my experiences with deteriorating relationships over bigotry with some family members, was a really changing experience. Obviously this is and can only be said from a place of extreme personal privilege, and I’m very aware of that, but it was both surreal and nice (and to my shredded mental state I think, necessary) to hear people I’ve stuck up for when they’re not there say it was right and mattered that I did actually, and I’m not somehow a bad person for it.

[svsorov]

unfortunately i do fundamentally want to be kind

[norikuna]

WHAT HAPPENS IN THE PRISON REALM STAYS IN THE PRISON REALM ! ★ gojo satoru

prologue ⋆ ★ just your luck, getting sealed in the prison realm with the strongest sorcerer of this day and age. well, he's typically the strongest. unless it comes to you.

pairing ⋆ ★ gojo satoru x reader genre tags & warnings ⋆ ★ afab!reader, sorta crack 😭 — use of blindfold, incorrect use of jujutsu, óral (f), pànty-fúcking, desperate and FERAL gojo, màting press, brééding, cérvix kissin' and creàmpiés lmfao, óverstim...

word count ⋆ ★ 4.7k! a/n ⋆ ★ gorgeous art by the amazing @baobei-bu 💖 highly recommend checking out their twt 🤭

"are you in the prison realm because ya' got sealed, or did you get sealed because you ended up in the prison realm?"

you grind tired molars together, willing your hands to stay put instead of wrapping around gojo satoru's wretched neck, "the fuck are you talkin' about?"

gojo just clicks his tongue lazily, sprawled out on the unsettling, clattering bones of the prison realm, "jus' musing. it's getting real existential here."

"it's been, what, two hours? and you're already losing it." you wrap your arms tightly around your knees, pulling them to your chest in some effort to combat the cool chill of this...prison. "you realise that this is literally all your fault though, right?"

gojo's eyes flutter open, sky-blue hues that glint with outrage, "what?" he's squawking, undignified, "don't start this again."

"oh, i will," you're jabbing a finger towards him, scowling, "i didn't have any beef with geto. not even after he went off the rails with all that murder shit. didn't do a damn thing to get stuck in here as well."

"oi," a shadow flickers over gojo's face, "whatever that thing is, it's not suguru. y'don't gotta' trust me on much else, but trust me on that."

eyes narrowing, you catch some truth in the sorcerer's defensive tone. whatever. not your circus, not your monkeys. you know better than to pick at gojo satoru's old wounds, "whatever, it's got his face. and you had one job last year when —"

gojo interrupts you with a faux, hacking cough that quickly melts into a groan. throwing his head back as though your tirade is a mere inconvenience, or a tiresome lecture. arms stretching upwards, long limbs unfolding as he arches his back.

phew. a sliver of pale skin peeks out from underneath the dark uniform of his jacket, smooth and taut over slabs of toned muscle, flashing just long enough to derail your thoughts.

"heh. no lookin', pretty," gojo snickers with half-lidded eyes, "what if i'm shy?"

a skull's clattering against the floor as you wrap your hands around rough bone, chucking it at gojo with all the force you can master. he's dodging it effortlessly, ugh. of course.

you don't hate gojo satoru. in fact, it would be a bold-faced lie to claim even a shred of dislike. far from it. your co-worker is...bearable in some circumstances, and it doesn't hurt that he's awfully easy on the eyes.

but nowhere in your grand master plan to bag the strongest sorcerer of the modern age did you imagine being sealed with him. there's a faint worry in the back of your head, wondering just how badly the world is falling apart outside. what, with that geto look-alike still running amok. tokyo? in flames. shibuya? well, you hope it's not rubble.

but it's hard to focus when gojo lounges in front of you, long legs stretched out and muscular thighs spread obnoxiously wide. he's absently tracing patterns on the eerie bones, "wanna' play rock-paper-scissors again?" sounding oddly chipper despite the dire fate of the world teetering on a knife's edge.

"we already did that. and you cheated."

"did not," gojo drawls, blue eyes disappearing to the back of his eyes in mock offense, "yer' just a sore loser."

a beat of silence, and then, "how about i spy?"

you raise a brow, glancing around at your five-star accomadation. the infinite expanse of dull bones and dismembered skulls, "fine. i spy with my little eye...an endless pile of bones. and an overgrown furby sitting right in front of me."

gojo whistles, low as he scrunches up his blindfold, tossing the black silk at you, "touché," head leaning back, groaning, "i'm jus' so bored."

"hah. if you were in here alone, you'd go mad," you mutter, scooching just a bit closer without thinking. this prison realm seems colder than it should be, and it's better to stay close for warmth, right? yeah. right, that's exactly what you tell yourself.

"probably. but it's not like we can crack this stupid place," gojo scowls, "trust me, spent the first hour givin' it my all. wasn't exactly expecting it either."

"yeah, i know," you sigh, avoiding the bright cerulean gaze that's currently resting on you, almost as though it's determined to take in the sight of you, "time doesn't pass in here, right? we're gonna' have to think of something."

the corner of gojo's mouth twitch, candy-pink lines curling up, "time stands still," and then, the man's giving you an odd, focused look that's almost sheepish, "besides, you're in here too, so i can't — y'know."

"you can't what?"

gojo snickers, whistling as he makes a quick, pumping motion over his abdomen, jerking his hand up and down, "you know."

you gape at the white-haired man, the sudden thump-thump of your heart rattling in your chest. it's ringing in your ears, "you're shameless," you mutter, dragging your gaze anywhere but him. the floor, the ceiling of this accursed place, anywhere but the faint amusement painting gojo's face.

"i never skip arm day."

you make a face, a faux-grimace, wondering how on earth you're attracted to this man. a charade and a pretense that you're keeping for yourself, because your neck is burning and heat creeps up your skin like a slow, curling flame. oh, you're a lost cause.

the laughter's melted from gojo's face, and the teasing spark in his eyes has given way to something suddenly more embarrassed, and flushed. expectant even, as there's a dusting of pink suddenly mottled on his cheekbones.

your gaze drops to his lap, mouth going a tad dry at the sudden, thick curve straining against his pants, "oh, y'serious. i mean, really, now? here?"

gojo scrambles backwards suddenly, folding his long legs beneath him like a panicked deer caught in the headlights, "hey. okay, wait! 'm stuck in here w'you and you're always looking so pretty and — don't make that face, hear me out." his ears are tipped with pink, just as obvious as the flush climbing up his neck, "and you're sitting so close, what am i meant to do? 'm only a simple man, sweetheart."

you swallow, as though there's a rough cotton ball caught in your throat, "this is really how you wanna' pass the time? i mean, we got eternity in here."

gojo's lips curl up again, maddening and cocky, as though he already knows the crass scenarios passing through your head, but theres a softer flash of vulnerability in his eyes. his gaze drops to your mouth, darkening with an expression that you've never seen on him before, "who's gonna know?"

your resolve snaps, and with it, all thoughts of the outside world. fuck it.

you're clambering forward, a sudden urge of want pushing you into his wide lap. not even giving him a chance to jest, and tease, or to say one more insufferable thing. your hands balance on gojo's broad shoulders for balance, pressing your mouth to his.

it's firm and certain, tasting the heat of his surprise and the faintest laugh that dies between you. you can taste something else as well, like cool and sweet mint. and blood, still hot and rearing from earlier fights.

gojo makes a muffled sound, somewhere between a gasp and a heady groan, and his hands suddenly come alive, rough palms sliding around your waist, pulling you so much closer. like he's holding a dream that might still disappear.

"heh, someone's just as needy," gojo murmurs, teeth grazing against the hot shell of your ear. the large expanse of his palm grazes at your chest, and a moan falls from your lips, arching your back into his touch, "s-shut up. i wasn't the one who h-had their legs spread, waiting for someone to climb on."

your groan leads gojo to make a sound like he's been wounded, desperate and tight against your skin. glossy mouth pressing at the curve of your throat, as fangs nip into the thin skin. leaving marks, this you know. cool hands slide under the hem of your own uniform, brushing gently over bare skin as his lips continue to chase your own.

sucking, and nipping at wherever his teeth can find, gojo's tugging at your top, pulling it off so you have little choice but to curl into him from the cold. chilled air hitting your bare skin, as he laughs, "aw, cold got to ya', eh? 's not to worry, i'll keep you nice and warm."

blue eyes that glow practically trained on the soft swell of your chest, reverent as though he had all the time in the world to take you in. which, at this point, gojo did. slicked lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cupped chest, white strands of hair falling over his face as he buries himself in, "i can take this off, right?" voice raspier, like rock against stone, in a lower register than you've ever heard it.

"wan' you too," you rock your hips sharper this time, more insistent, agains the hard bulge straining against his pants, "no-one's gonna' see, right?"

gojo's fingers deftly unclasp the hook, "hah, if they do, i'd rip their eyes out, can't have anyone else lookin' at m'girl like that," the strongest sorcerer in the world's gently peeling the fabric away. leaning in to kiss you again as though he's entirely drunk on the taste of you, and only you.

pale lips curling around your pert bud, hands softly pawing at your breasts as you gasp, and writhe, suddenly far more sensitive with each second that passes of gojo's attentive ministrations, "s-satoru, 'm feeling so —"

"so, what?" gojo grins, sucking a violet bruise right over your breasts, white lashes fluttering up to look at you, "yer' looking just as ruined as me, pretty."

"take them off," it's more of an order on your end, but gojo complies and he seems to know exactly what you want, exactly what you're talking about, as his hands dip to the waistband of your pants, long fingers pushing over your hips to centre themselves right where you're getting desperate for him.

"i've got ya', just carefully, yeah, lean back," he's flipping the two of you over, so he's leaning over you now, gently resting you on your discarded jacket, "heh, 'm just gonna' — yeah, there we go," hands pulling at your pants until he's tugged them off you, and gojo's eyes are wide at the sight of your drenched panties.

if you thought gojo satoru looked needy and whiny before, nothing prepares you for the sight of him gnawing at his glossy lower lip, eyes aglow as he seems to shudder, "wan' me to put the blindfold on ya', sweetheart? think we could have a lotta' fun like that, only if that's what y'want."

you eye the black silk that he discarded and tossed at you, not so long ago, pawing and reaching for it as gojo chuckles, "ohh, atta' girl, y'not gonna' need to do anything, but just lay back and use ya' words."

the snowy-haired man's surprisingly soft with it, pressing a tender kiss to your waiting lips, as he loops the fold over your eyes, obscuring your vision, "gojo's right here for ya', just relax."

you can hear the sharp hitch rock his breath, his hand mildly pressed onto your thighs as he gently nudges your thighs apart, and you can feel the chill of the air sting at your hot, sopping folds.

"s-so pretty," the strongest is slurring his words, "yer' practically dripping onto my hand and i've barely touched her. barely even gotten a good, fuck, a good taste."

"i know we're meant'ta be getting outta' this place," gojo murmurs, breath hot against your slicked panties, "but i really would lose my mind if i didn't get to do this first."

'this' being gojo pressing a quick kiss to the soaked fabric, and you can feel him smile against your thigh as you whine at the sensation, with each movement being so much more electric and heightened with the blindfold covering your vision.

"heyyy," gojo mutters, feeling at your thighs clench and kick, "no need to get antsy, 'm right here." tongue ghosting and teasing at your cunt again, "pretty thing, isn't she?"

rrrrrrip!

the way gojo's been pawing at you, you should have guessed that he was forgetting that the prison realm did not have an unlimited supply of undergarments, and that damp and muffled screech all but confirms it. he's torn your panties off, and you can't see where he's got them now.

but you can guess. for you can hear laboured breathing, and whiny praises falling from gojo's lips, and the sound of a buckle being undone. gojo's leaning back up to kiss you now, to nip and suckle at your lower lip while his hand tugs continuously at something. you can't see it, but you can feel the heavy, fat tip prod at your thighs. the sound of damp fabric being slapped against skin, plap over and over again.

"hahh, i don't think ya' know jus' how much i've wanted this, pretty," gojo breathes into your mouth, the other hand coming up to curl at the nape of your neck, loving even, "can ya' spread 'em a bit wider for me? that's it, just let me through."

he's now slotted between your thighs, large palms spreading you open as you can feel your panties still looped and dangling around his wrist, like the most lewd, keepsake cuff.

"satoru, wan' you to just — oh! oh, fuck!"

gojo's already dived right in, as though you were his last meal, swiping a tongue in quick stripes over your drooling cunt. starting near your glistening entrance, slowly climbing his way to the top where he presses gentle nips at your clit.

every single legible thought in your mind turns to a glorious mush, a senseless babble quickly falling from your lips as your hands shoot out, desperate for something to hold onto. finding the nape of gojo's neck, and curling your fingers into his pale hair as he licks at your soaked heat.

thick fingers are bruising at your hips, hooked and deeply pressed into your flesh, all the while gojo's practically making out with your cunt, primal and nasty. it's messy, absurdly so, and you can feel hot thwacks! of slick flying out against your thighs. you can only imagine how it's painting gojo's face, rendering him pussydrunk and so glossy and pretty.

"sweetheart, you're so sweet, ya' know that, right? so fuckin' sweet, heh, i mean, you don't even know how i've been dreaming of this, but now that you're here," gojo thumbs at your cunt, pushing slick-tacked folds apart to view his handiwork, "all spread so pretty for me, who woulda' thought?"

"m-more, please," you're practically mewling, jolting at the sensation of each sticky kiss that gojo plants on you, "more, fuck."

you can hear the crude smile in gojo's tone as he spits a thick glob onto your cunt, "what's the magic word, pretty?"

you don't even care to think, to pull a coherent sentence or plea from your mouth as he picks up the pace, "i d-don't know, satoru! but, god, fuck, fuck, please 'toru, i jus' —"

his grip on your hips tightens, "what?" a cutting, sharp sound as though he's been struck dumb, "what'd ya' just say, sweetheart?"

you don't even know how to form syllables now, such is the effect of gojo munching at your slick heat, "wanted more? huh, 'toru?" grinding your cunt against his face, rocking your hips sharply so you can feel the beakish point of his nose brush against your clit.

"toru, ya' called me," and you can hear the desperation and want painting gojo's words, drawing his voice out into a whine, "never thought hearing that from your lips would fuck w'me so much."

safe to say that gojo satoru would have a hard time letting go of you ever again. wind, hail, fire or prison realm — the strongest was going to have his way with you. his pretty girl, all spread pretty and dewy for him to feast on.

gojo's fingers are long, splitting you open as he begins to slide the digits right up into you. scissoring you open at a bullying pace, so you can only cry and squirm from where you are, "faster, f-fuck, your mouth too, 'toru!"

"whatever ya' want from me, 'm all yours to give," gojo murmurs, pressing a soft bite into the fat of your thighs, pushing his tongue into your entrance too, teasing at the outer edges of your gummy walls, "s'so tight, and 'm only using m'hands and this mouth," the tip of the muscle being sucked in by your pretty, sopping folds.

two lengthy fingers still pushing through your walls, exploring every crevice and sticky orifice that he can find, before rough pads brush past a spot that makes you scream, "oouh, m'girl's sensitive there?"

"s-satoru," you try to take in heavy swathes of air into your lungs, feeling much of the world fall away as gojo's nose grinds at your clit, each brush making you jerk your hips up and up, till you're seeing stars.

and oh, you're definitely seeing the whole damn night sky like this. you don't know what it is that he's doing, that sharp buzz faintly running in your ears, that faint crackle of energy that makes you jolt, but you can guess, "hah, 's not fair, using j-jujutsu, 'm gonna cum, m'really gonna cum!"

"now," it's a command, and you can hear it in gojo's ruined tone, that he needs to see you fall apart like this, needs to taste your release on his tongue and you writhe, as tears prick at your lashes underneath the blindfold, your orgasm washing over you in pulsing waves that leave you limp and boneless.

gojo's hands are trailing up again, leaning upwards to gently pull the blindfold from your eyes, and oh, what a sight! the white-haired man looks breathless, as though the air has been stolen away from him. eyes glowing with running cursed energy, a bright light in the dark that has your thighs clenching at how feral he looks. glossy lips dripping syrup over his chin, and how utterly pleased he looks.

"thereee you are," gojo murmurs, pressing his lips hotly to your own, "can ya' taste how sweet y'are?" each sticky kiss leaving you dizzy, but not as giddy as you feel when your eyes drop lower.

your panties still wrapped around his wrist, uniform sleeve pushed up so you can see where your slick has dampened the pale dusting of hair on his arm. and there, well, eyes on the prize as they say.

he's bigger than anyone else that you've ever seen. it seems fitting that gojo satoru's cock is just as girthy, and beefy as he is. curling upwards in a thick shaft that's kissing wet smears of fluid over his jacket, staining it.

"that's not gonna' fit," the only logical thing you can say right now, eyeing the pink, swollen head of his cock and how it glows.

the sorcerer's tilting his head, "we can make it fit," hand reaching out to run gentle strokes across your knuckle, "we got allll the time in the world to make it fit, don't we? and, heh, i don't think our audience really minds, do ya'?"

you scowl at the reminder of the clattering skulls still chittering away, mindlessly thrumming in the walls of this stupid cube. but you're never one to complain when faced with a site such as this, gojo wrapping long fingers against his cock to glide the head through your syrupy folds. the wide, throbbing head snagging at the sopping walls of your entrance. all while you pull him in closer, nails already beginning to tear lightly at his back.

"kiss m-me, 'toru."

gojo looks up from where he seems mesmerised, taken by the sight of your glossy folds seem to welcome his cock's touch, "what was that, sweetheart?"

"kiss me," you gasp, feeling him press further against you, the tip running circles right over your clit, "when ya' put it in, please."

despite the fact that he was previously nose-deep in your cunt, not five minutes ago, and the fact that he's been pawing your clothes off in a cursed prison realm with no shame, now it seems like you've truly stumped the man. rendered him speechless and flushed, as he ducks his head into the crook of your neck.

"awh," gojo murmurs, "pretty girl wants me kissin' her, fuck, ya' don't know what you're asking. or how much y'ruin me," he's taking your mouth into a heart stopping kiss, searing before he breaks away to press light pecks to the corner of your mouth, "hold on, biiig stretch for m'now, but i've got ya', just — ohhh."

gojo feels his own thoughts dissipate as he's pushing into your cunt. every previous subconscious worry of what on earth he had gotten himself (and you, when that fuck-ass clone showed up on the train platform) falling away as he's left with only you. just you, and this maddening cunt that he's ready to call home. forever.

"s-s-so tight," the strongest stutters, "fuck" his hands already pulling at your thighs to spread them wider, so he can bully more hot inches in, just so he can hear the smack! of skin against skin.

you're squealing, digging sharp tips of your nails into faint lines that are definitely gonna' paint his back, "eeh, it's b-big, 'toru." it feels like he's truly split you open, and well, fuck, you'd be lying if you said that you weren't pleased at how you finally got the strongest sorcerer spitting cuntstruck praises into your mouth.

you whimper, the sound falling softly from you as he bottoms out, and chuckles, swiping a slick thumb over your chin, "see? we really did it together, heh," like he's awarding you some participation in a teamwork exercise, "i'm all up in ya' and her," he's patting at your abdomen, right where you know there's a soft divot, a bulge that curls upwards.

the thick, hot tip of his cock pressing messy kisses to your inner walls, throbbing and pulsing. each vein bulging within you, "y'gonna cum in me, right, 'toru? gonna' finish right in —"

gojo stares at you, bewildered for a split second, like you've truly shocked him. blue eyes wide and expressionless for a second, before something far more pained crosses his face, tongue poking out of red, kiss-bitten lips.

"satoru?"

the strongest sorcerer snaps, pushing himself upwards, and dragging you up along side him, rough palms coming up to tug at your thighs, your calves. pulling them over his shoulders, a reverent kiss pressed to your ankle as gojo snarls, "ya' got no idea, do ya'? talkin' out of your slutty cunt, not even knowin' what you're doin' to me? huh?

gojo's now pressing down into you, with such force that it makes your thighs ache and smart, but you can't even bring yourself to care. practically folded in half neatly in a brutal mating press as his cock rummages inside you at a snappish, crazed pace. as though he's desperate to find where he can push into you the most, to have the leaky head kiss at the entrance of your womb.

and oh, gojo's enjoying the view. thinking that he's content with being faced with the bounce, and jolt of your chest against his, the way that your lips part and flutter around each muffled whine and cry of his name. the hazy glimmer that falls over your cockdrunk expression, like he's the only one for you. his own thighs ripple and bulge with each snap, cock pulsing into the depths of your core. kissing your cervix over and over in pleasurable stings.

"sweetheart, fuck," gojo's gasping, tugging at your lips. you don't miss crystalline droplets pooling on the edges of long, white lashes. the shuddering breaths that he takes into his lungs as you've practically snatched his mind and rationality away with the tight heat of your cunt, "n-never felt like this before. ya' drivin' me mad. fuck, fuck, oh, this pussy was jus' made for me, hah."

in the dim glow of this accursed place, the sheen of his eyes seems all the more intense. storm clouds gathering and parting all at once, striking electric sparks that leave you breathless. he's moving at a pace so feral that you can feel tight, heavy balls smack against your ass. desperate to empty themselves into you, just as you had begged.

"gonna' cum, pretty," gojo whines into your panting mouth, eyes fluttering shut as a tear or two streaks away from his waterline, "jus' snatching me so fuckin' tight."

you hammer your hips up to meet his, to feel that delicious tack of his sticky groin against yours, every kiss of pre-cum glistening in your cunt, "don't miss."

"when have i ever m — ohhh, fuck. fuck, 'm -"

yeah. you don't let him finish. clenching around him tight enough just to remind him who's got who wrapped around their finger. sending gojo hurtling towards a heart shattering climax, pumping every divot of your drooling pussy with shades of white and cream. endless streams of milky, translucent seed making its home deep within you. all while you cry out, harshly digging into his back and pulling the strands of his silver-streaked undercut.

"takin' it all, 'm pumping you s'full, sweetheart," gojo whines, mewling as he slaps a hand between you two, roughly pawing at your thigh to push your leg higher up with one hand, giving him enough space to rub tight, tremouring circles over your clit. slapping and sloshing the mess around even more as your mouth falls open.

he's still shooting into you, and you don't have to look down to predict the sticky, glossy mess that must be painted over your cunt now. right where gojo's hand must be dripping in your release, making you sink your teeth into the side of his neck. stars streaking across your vision as all goes black momentarily, but he doesn't let up on your poor, throbbing clit.

"hah, 'm so full, satoru," you groan out, pressing a limp hand to the bulge right over your groin, right where gojo's eyes are trained, his cock still sputtering out the desperate release of his cum into you, and the white-haired man moans. loud, like you've truly undone him.

the overstimulated sting is giving way to another shattering, sharp climax that washes over you once more, as quickly as it came, leaving your heart thumping and your lungs weak, locking your ankles once more around gojo's neck, wresting on his shoulders.

you limply paw at his jacket, tugging at the stiff collar as gojo sighs, content like a cat that's finally been able to bask in the sun, "feelin' more alert now, huh? got any fresh ideas on how to break this thing?"

gojo gives you a lazy, droopy look. eyes half-lidded as he barks a faint, incredulous laugh, "fucked any smart thoughts right outta' me, sweetheart. besides," and now he's flipping the two of you around again, so you're perched once more in his lap.

smacking and squelching in the pooling mess of your shared release, as gojo grunts, lifting the jacket from his torso. revealing an expanse of delicious washboard abs, and mouth-watering, flushed pectorals, "i don't think we're runnin' outta' time here, may as well make the most of it."

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