tarshee | twenty | she/her | madly in love with @gojtoru <3
⤭ masterlist.
⤭ recent works.
⇢ kiss me like you love me. (ft. gojo satoru)
⇢ greedy (ft. jean kirstein)
⤭ upcoming…
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you block dabi and hes quiet for 2 months before you get an email from an obvious burner. no subject line just “you’ve healed enough unblock me before i break in”
mdni. written for @bakugosbratx on behalf of @httptamaki‘s love letters collab <3 i’m so sorry for the lateness, and thank you for waiting bella! you guys can all check out the rest of the works here!
warnings: yandere!megumi, pinning, mean megumi, dry humping, implied friends to lovers, nipple play, i honestly don’t really know anymore, all characters are aged up as always, idk it feels kinda rushed, unedited.
Megumi is so sick of you right now.
You’re pouting, with your little sighs and mournful groans as you lean against his sofa, your blue sleep shorts riding dangerously high as you drape your leg over his thigh. You’re pouting as you play with your food, picking at the pink icing of the cake slice before making a face at it, mumbling how it resembles Itadori’s hair; which is baffling since you’re the one who picked it out from the cake shop.
You’re pouting over a boy on Valentine’s day.
greedy | jean kirstein x f!chubby reader
warnings: literally just.. masturbation. mention of public sex, and oral (m! and f!receiving)
Jean, if anything, is the epitome of a gentleman.
You can ask anyone, and they’ll all give you the same sort of answer. Oh, he’s such a great guy! Jean? You’ve got yourself a keeper with that one. He’s the absolute sweetest—and so responsible. Interestingly enough, that last one was always said with a particularly dreamy sigh.
And he never disappoints; his moral compass is unwavering. Or at least, it was.
kiss me like you love me. | gojo satoru x f!reader (mdni)
hellooo my loves <3 i’m back after a year with our beloved gojo :3
warnings: handjob (m!receiving), misunderstandings (gojo and reader are both in love with each other but reader thinks he loves shoko), implied masturbation (m!receiving), slight god complex,unnecessary storytelling. rushed ending i’m working on it i swear
the first touch feels electric even though he expects it, fingers curling around the base through the layers of his cotton pyjama pants. it’s hard but he wills himself not to squeeze or apply any sort of pressure.
“satoru,” there’s a soft knock on the door. his stomach clenches, muscles flexing as he painfully stops, a new sudden wave of lust shooting through him. “satoru, can i come in?”
he bites back a groan and gets up with a pillow tucked under his arm. it’s better to have something to cover with on the chance that you do actually come in and decide to talk. you’re dressed in sleeping clothes, a plain yellow tee with the old cotton pants he remembers from years ago and he bites back a smile; you always did have a hard time letting go. he opens the door wider but doesn’t move an inch and when you squeeze past him, the curve of your hips brushes against his thighs. he hates himself for not making the gap even smaller.
greedy | jean kirstein x f!chubby reader
warnings: literally just.. masturbation. mention of public sex, and oral (m! and f!receiving)
Jean, if anything, is the epitome of a gentleman.
You can ask anyone, and they’ll all give you the same sort of answer. Oh, he’s such a great guy! Jean? You’ve got yourself a keeper with that one. He’s the absolute sweetest—and so responsible. Interestingly enough, that last one was always said with a particularly dreamy sigh.
And he never disappoints; his moral compass is unwavering. Or at least, it was.
kiss me like you love me. | gojo satoru x f!reader (mdni)
hellooo my loves <3 i’m back after a year with our beloved gojo :3
warnings: handjob (m!receiving), misunderstandings (gojo and reader are both in love with each other but reader thinks he loves shoko), implied masturbation (m!receiving), slight god complex,unnecessary storytelling. rushed ending i’m working on it i swear
the first touch feels electric even though he expects it, fingers curling around the base through the layers of his cotton pyjama pants. it’s hard but he wills himself not to squeeze or apply any sort of pressure.
“satoru,” there’s a soft knock on the door. his stomach clenches, muscles flexing as he painfully stops, a new sudden wave of lust shooting through him. “satoru, can i come in?”
he bites back a groan and gets up with a pillow tucked under his arm. it’s better to have something to cover with on the chance that you do actually come in and decide to talk. you’re dressed in sleeping clothes, a plain yellow tee with the old cotton pants he remembers from years ago and he bites back a smile; you always did have a hard time letting go. he opens the door wider but doesn’t move an inch and when you squeeze past him, the curve of your hips brushes against his thighs. he hates himself for not making the gap even smaller.
(wakes up in a cold sweat) sugar daddy getou
@gojtoru when????
