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@fushiglow.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 5:27 PM

Day 11 of #Kinktober: Breathplay 💨 #jjk #satosugu

Like I said, Suguru is full of bright ideas. The breathplay in this fic is suitably creative for a music producer 👌 Also features some reluctant brat taming and some INTENSE dom drop! The "consensual but not safe or sane" tag is working very hard!

@fushiglow.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 8:07 PM

Day 9 of #Kinktober: Orgasm Delay/Denial ❌ #jjk #satosugu

Admittedly, this is cheeky because it's not Suguru's kink. Suguru is actually very keen to get over that finish line, but he's having some trouble. Thankfully, our pretty producer is full of bright ideas... 🎤 (Pssst it's bonus voice kink!)

@lxmelle.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 3:40 PM

Geto

#goge
#五夏
#satosugu

@fushiglow.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 2:28 PM

do you know how much i love writing? DO YOU KNOW? yesterday lennie said "glo not being able to write sounds like glo not having oxygen" and that's about right tbh. brownie points for those eagle eyed (or perhaps eared? 👀) anime fans who spot *that* reference #jjk #satosugu

Satoru turned his head a fraction, studying Yūta from the corner of his eye. Eighteen was young for marriage, especially for a man in his position. ‘How is Maki faring?’ Her name had an instant effect. Satoru watched as the hard line of Yūta’s lips softened into something approximating a smile. ‘The sickness has been hard on her,’ he murmured, staring down at the dōsojin with faraway eyes. ‘But she’s healthy. She’s happy.’ Heart pounding in his chest, Satoru followed his gaze back to the husband and wife hewn into the rock. The picture of wedded bliss, they beamed up at him as if to mock him. Eighteen was the same age Satoru had been on his wedding day, but his intended was not given the opportunity for happiness. She was not given the chance to grow ripe with age nor round with his children. Suguru bloomed young then fell away from the branch as a fruitless flower. Nay, she was plucked from the branch, snatched from him too soon on this very spot — or so the fools in the village said. Among all the other things Satoru had been deprived of, no one had ever been able to recover her body to confirm it.
@fushiglow.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 3:54 PM

Day 8 of #Kinktober: Switching 🔄 #jjk #satosugu

Okay, no switching of *that* kind in this fic, but Gojo *is* the master of riding switch... On a snowboard 😎 I say it counts! Plus, this smutty chapter is called "Switch McTwist" (real trick by the way). Long overdue update, but winter's coming. Soon?

@ofumofu.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 3:26 PM

dreaming #satosugu

@weepingpines.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 3:09 AM

#wipwednesday #jjk #satosugu

(spoiler: #angst #withahappyending)

@perchiikk.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 7:31 PM

сатосуги поне 🤏🏻🤏🏻
#art #digitalart #satosugu #jjk #jujutsukaisen #artist

@fushiglow.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 6:11 PM

For #WIPWednesday, here's the opening to my fic for the upcoming spooky edition of @femguruweek.bsky.social 🌼 If everything works out, this one is going to be super special! Anyone want to guess at the prompt I'm following? #jjk #satosugu

A wintersweet tree laden with snow, blooming in a Japanese courtyard.In spite of the snow, Sun bursts on a leafless branch. Winter blooms sweetly. In company of flowers, I think of you and feel warm. — For the first time in a long time, Satoru dreamed of Suguru. It wasn't Suguru the way he remembered her, softened and sweetened by the passing of time. It wasn't the Suguru who usually appeared to him in dreams, with a face like a thumb smeared through ink. It wasn't a Suguru with someone else's features and it wasn't a Suguru without any features at all. It was Suguru as Satoru had last seen her, perfectly intact, perfectly preserved, untouched by the ten years that stretched between them. Her skin was white as snow, unblemished by age and hardship. Her hair was black as a deep lake in winter, flowing over her shoulders like cold water. Her eyes, though, were warm. Her eyes were like sunbursts in her perfect face, gold as the flowers woven into her robes and into her hair. Satoru had counted many birthdays since Suguru’s seventeenth. When she turned away from him, he wondered if he appeared old and ugly to her, but his sweetheart was smiling as she began to walk the long path to his ancestral home. Without hesitation, Satoru followed her fragrant perfume.The road was laden with fresh snowfall, but ahead of him, Suguru floated atop the powder like she weighed no more than a feather. She was a tall woman, yet the teeth of her geta left no imprints in the snow beneath her feet. Where Satoru felt the cold bite deep, Suguru seemed entirely unperturbed by it. Where Satoru was slowed by the icy wind, Suguru seemed quickened by it. In spite of her tiny steps, Satoru could not reach her on his long legs. The cold carried Suguru away from him, but he knew the path like the back of his hand. He had walked it a thousand times as a boy. Satoru let her go, taking comfort in the promise of warmth at the end of the journey. Soon, she would have him in her embrace at last. The path to the Gojō family home looked exactly how Satoru remembered it. It was the road as he had last travelled it, blanketed in fresh snow that climbed almost to his knee. Suguru walked ahead, yet the snow remained perfectly intact, perfectly preserved, untouched by humans and animals alike. Where it whipped between the tall pines, the icy wind created great drifts, disguising the ditch at the side of the road that carried the snowmelt down into the village in spring. The untrodden powder obscured the stones until one could no longer distinguish between the path and the gaps between the trees. Dangerous in the depths of winter, Satoru’s father had always told him. Easy to lose the way if one accidentally went astray, he said. Satoru knew the path like the back of his hand. He followed Suguru’s sweet scent.
@lxmelle.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 4:32 PM

#五夏
#GoGe
#SatoSugu

❄️ ... a doodle

@fushiglow.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 8:26 PM

Day 6 of #Kinktober: Held Down 🫳 #jjk #satosugu

(plus daddy kink + breeding kink + some other things too)

@myriammark.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 3:10 PM

Shopping with dad

#JujutsuKaisen #satosugu #GojoSatoru #GetoSuguru #megumi

@ofumofu.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 4:13 PM

comedy movie #satosugu

@pheophoi.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 8:27 AM

chubby suguru :3
#五夏 #satosugu

(1/2)

@14th-lulullaby.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 3:59 AM

I miss u take it from the top;;;

#satosugu #五夏

@shannoniganz.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 12:17 AM

Gojo has his (6) eyes on the prize
#goge #satosugu #jjk

@uotuok.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 3:06 PM

some studies to tame the brain
A lot of Suguru lately...
#satosugu

@bisepunk.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 2:10 PM

5%OFF in everything until October 7th 🤲🏻😶‍🌫️

bisepunk.etsy.com

#vashwood #satosugu #jjk #trigun
#theapothecarydiaries #natsume
#no.6 #nezushion #famiresu #kyosato #higuruma

@veneficass.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 12:48 PM

please don't ask me why 2/2 #satosugu #sugurugeto

Suguru after his defection, smiling in the crowd in his jumper : "Maybe I've been gone". Suguru in his uniform, deeply unsettled "Please don't ask me why"Holding his face in his hands, text gets bigger "please don't ask me why". Scratching at his face, pulling on his skin : "please don't ask me why".Faint image of Satoru looking back to him, with very thin lines and letters "please don't ask me why"