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mlist: under construction soz…. im a lazy bum

satoru gojo | suguru geto | naoya zenin | toji fushiguro

#recent stuff — belly bulge w/ suguru satoru wearing your pantyhose as a blindfold breeding w/ choso

i’ll moot u up on @naopied 💍

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And since im #feminism #womenempowermentslayqueen/monarch i just wanna appericiate the fanfic authors more cause god damn if these aren't the best literature pieces i've ever indulged in since fyodor dostovesty then ion know what is🥹

Anyways love your works and ofc if you need to take a break than go do you but know that people adore these fics!!!!

And if you didn't ever think about losing interest than i look like a unfunny creep💔💔💔😭😭😭😭

you are absolutely not an unfunny creep !! tbh u made my day and i’m flattered you even mentioned me in the same sentence as THEE dostoyevsky.. my heart is fat & full with gratitude 🥺 thank you so much for the love, to be transparent, i still adore writing, but my brain has just been shifting gears lately and i’ve been preoccupied with some new interests. diving into learning about The Stock market (becoming a boring ass adult im afraid)

But with that being said..

Are you still taking kny requests??

HELLO DRAWER I LOVE YOU TOO <3

perhaps one day i’ll be the next gillian flynn or the next stephen king

srsly tho, thank you so so so so so much 🥹

But like hehe only if you wanna cause a bi hoe like me don't mind those Gojo fics🤤🤤🤤

Also i think you can guess by now but i LOVE LOVE LOVE your works🫶🫶🫶

i loooove shoko and would love to write for her someday !! utahime was so darling on her mission, and it made me wonder how she got that cool scar. also (pls don’t kill me) but i was rlly taken by mei-mei; before all that effed-up gross shit happened, you have to admit she was just as much of a baddie as the rest of the girls in hidden inventory/premature death

satoru gojo—the blessed one throughout heaven and earth—is, without contention, the strongest sorcerer of the modern era, and your best friend.

years of shared history allows you to discuss almost everything without hesitation. he’s privy to your most sordid sexual fantasies, and the two of you have traded disgraceful mental smut, building a rapport where no topic is strictly off-limits.

a platonic friendship of total transparency (or so you pretend.)

satoru bitches to you constantly about the drought of his sex life. you constantly remind him that there is no shortage of women and men more than willing to end that dry spell, to which he counters with a sassy, “helloooo? i have standards! i’m the strongest, hottest, sexiest sorcerer alive... plus, nobody knows me like y—ahem, i mean, like i do.”

upon receiving no more response than an eye-roll from you, he sighs plaintively and tactfully crossed a leg over to hide his growing tent. well! he can’t tell if you’re being purposefully obtuse; even his six eyes seem to fail him in this regard.

“ever considered that it might be a you problem, satoru?”

“You’ve been carrying around that same book for a week. I finished it in three days.”

Obviously, he’d say it with the most indifferent expression imaginable, conveniently without even looking at you, too busy searching for something around the room. And if you tell him that reading faster isn’t the same as reading better, get ready for a scowl that will genuinely make you afraid to sleep next to him.

Personally, I can totally see him somehow bringing it up during sex —“You really think you’re better than me, huh?”— right after slapping your face

OKAY, I went a little off the rails there 😭 but he’d 100% stay salty about it for days. Anyway, I just love the way you write him. You make him so much fun to think about 💗 I’d love to know your take on this.

naoya would take your stray comment to heart, tucking the grievance away like a spiteful little keepsake. he’d give you the cold shoulder until you finally cracked, offering yourself up to him—the only method that ever truly smoothed things over between you. and it always seemed to work: he was, like most men, easily mollified; with his cock slick from conquest and softening inside you, heavy breaths warming your clavicle.