──── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 :: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ₎ა ˙˖

˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓑.𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 𓂃 ⭒ finds out you developed a nasty little kink after your last encounter

˖ ࣪꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ couldn't get you out of his head after you whimpered those three, devastating words. I love you. he'd always paged you as the stupid type— but that has got to be the most idiotic thing that has ever left your mouth. you? falling in love with the man who used to snicker beside you whenever you were both handed out your test papers in highschool maths class? the guy who used to tell professors that you were a lost cause? the same fucking boy who told you to your face at least once a week that you were just some bimbo trying to make it through your astrophysics course on daddy's money and a ditsy mind? you really were an idiot.

. . . but why couldn't he stop thinking about it?

˖ ࣪꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ was so agitated at himself. whenever he'd close his eyes he'd see your glossy ones blinking up at him and your quivering lips whispering that stupid confession while you bounced on his dick all pitifully. you were cockdrunk, he tells himself. so fucking stuffed with him that it drained whatever little coherent thought you had. you were too focused on the way he smooched your cervix. how he thumbed on your clit. how you clenched and squirted and messed his desk chair.

he finds himself looking back at it. the stain you left behind. he cleaned off what he could but your evidence remained. another thing that pissed him off. until it became the perfect site to relive memories when his cock ached hard in his pants.

strike three to the frustration game. that. every time he let his mind drift off, you'd occupy that space. what a pesky lump of atoms. just invading the free space and making it yours. making him think about how soft your tits felt up against him. how much softer your thighs were quivering on his hips. that sweet, sweet taste of your pussy. how it spilled and fluttered for his tongue.

he found himself thinking. were you a virgin? or just inexperienced? had no one tonguefucked that pretty little cunt like he did? did no one stuff that gorgeous—

˖ ࣪꒰ BULLY NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ groans out loud and slumps back into his chair. shoving his foggy glasses up into his hair with one hand and throwing his textbook across the table with the other. he can't do this. can't focus like this. not when you're running laps in his head like you're trying to rewrite the theory of relativity.

“why can't I get that stupid girl out of my fucking heaaadddd. . .” he groaned. almost whined as he rubbed a hand down his blotched face roughly.

he grumbled. looked down at the bulge rising up to greet him. mock him. for fucks sakes. just calling you a stupid girl had him all hard and throbbing. fuck. guess there's no helping it huh?

the sashisu pose

Here's a six-eyed boy! 🩵

DlLF!Nanami who hires you as a live-in nanny for his adopted son, Yuji, on the long weekdays when he knows he has far too much overtime. Who’ll come home late and exhausted, sighing as he tugs his tie off- only to see you and Yuji curled up sleeping on the couch. Toys all around you. Waiting for his daddy.

DlLF!Nanami who carries both of you - yes, both of you - separately to your bedrooms. Only you wake up in the middle of being carried and mumble the sweetest sleepy things- “Y’know, Yuji said the funniest thing today.” “What?” “He said he wanted a younger brother.”

DlLF!Nanami who ends up with you on all fours and his aching length shoving into you from behind. Pushing you through the headboard while he leans over and whispers to you to be quiet - wouldn’t wanna wake the ‘older brother’ now, would you?

@sweethearticism, look your nerdjo x reader x bikerjo is on TikTok!!! I was scrolling through my feed and saw the post, thought of you, and the people obviously had the same thought.

I'VE BEEN SEEING STUFF AROUND AND IT MAKES ME SOOOO HAPPY

MY CUTIE PATOOTIE ANGEL WRITES SOOOO GOOD, SHE'S REACHING TIKTOK. 🩷

morning finds you stranded at the edge of the futon, sheets bundled around your shoulders, toes curling at the thought of the cold floor. you fumble around blindly, but come up empty.

"can't," you mumble. "floor's freezing. my slippers are gone."

knuckles tucked pensively beneath his chin, toji casts a glance at the floor, assessing the problem. then, without a word, he crouches in front of you. your arms loop around his shoulders as he hooks his hands under your knees and straightens up.

thus begins the search for the missing slippers.

yawning, your husband navigates through the apartment based on your (rhetorical) directions—near the balcony door? wait, did i leave them in the bathroom?

passing through the living room, you spot megumi cross-legged on the floor, eyes glued to the TV, one hand absently stroking the white fur of his divine dog. you murmur a hello, ruffling his hair, while toji lifts the couch with a single hand.

"morning, mom."

from there, the trail leads naturally to the kitchen. morning light spills across the counters. inhaling deeply, toji scans the room, then suddenly announces, "we're getting you a new pair."

"why?" you ask, curiosity piqued. in response, he squats, reaches down, and lifts what's left of one slipper between two fingers—chewed nearly in half. the other is pinned beneath the paws of the black divine dog, its tail thumping guiltily against the floor.

"guess i'm not getting down today"

Suguru Geto x gn!reader II Suguru making it his mission to make kissing the worst experience ever - sfw, crack

People can’t seem to come to terms as to why Suguru is so chummy with Satoru. It just doesn’t make sense. 

Smooth-talking Suguru, who entraps people with his silken tongue and otherworldly beauty, as opposed to how Satoru literally ropes new ‘best friends’ in with a strong-armed side hug. His purple eyes sparkle, while Satoru’s blues blind. Suguru traps. Satoru pounces. 

So yeah, it’s a real head-stratcher – their friendship. 

You are one of the unfortunate people who know exactly why they gel so well. 

“Here I come babe, pucker up!” And you can all but shrink away from his increasingly tightening grip on your waist, and his rapidly approaching puckered lips (oftentimes accompanied with disgusting, smacking noises, because Suguru knows how to really turn it up). 

Kissing you became a sadistic pastime Suguru Geto relished in. Kissing him became a herculean testament of your love for him, because some days, it felt like he wanted you to fall out of love instead. 

“Our lips…are ready to rumble.” And his eyes light up at your panic-stricken irises. 

Whispered against your lips, as he leans in. “My first kiss that isn’t my mum!”

And when you’re the one who finally leans in:

“Teehee! You likeee me. Gross!” Yes, he does the little finger pointing thing to the heavens. Giggles like a pre-schooler who just discovered what cooties are. 

And after the kiss? He’ll pull back, nodding thoughtfully like he’s impressed with your mental fortitude. 

“That was fantastic, our lips really mesh together! Let’s bring our connection to the next level.”

He pulls out his phone.

“Add me on LinkedIn – Suguru Geto! That’s S-U-G—”

That’s it. 

He’s banned from seeing Gojo. 

© 2025 myselkie

you're convinced your boyfriend is an idiot.

why?

because he giggles after he creampies you.

yes, this man, who has plowed your pussy in every position in every room in the house, giggles after he withdraws his spent cock, and lets his seed bubble out your hole.

and now this man, who has spent the past two hours leaning his sweaty bulk into you, been whispering mantras of love at your ear, been filling you with the promise of giving you his baby... is giggling yet again.

body all sex-flushed and eyes dancing wildly over your tired figure, satoru runs a shaky hand through his damp hair and smiles wide—ear to ear. like he's just so proud of himself.

one hand massages at your sore thigh, the other curiously spreads your labia.

and then his creampie bubbles out. and it's somehow the funniest sound in the world to him.

"listen... listen... she's speaking..." he leans close, ear hovering over the rising of your pussy. you're shaking your head at him, brows upturned.

splurt splurt.

yes, his laugh is sweet as nectar and you love to hear it... but come on, "seriously, satoru? are you twelve?"

"shh, she's telling me things..."

"what things?" you sigh at your dumb boyfriend. "that you're an idiot? because you are."

he crawls up to you for a kiss, but it doesn't fix your quizzical brow.

"... she said i'mma be a girl dad."

"satoru!"

"envision it, baby; i'm holding the camera, recording my little girl's first recital... she's the tree, and she's the best god damn tree on stage."

"ok."

"she's gonna study, be a little genius like her mama, become an astrophysicist, build us a time machine so we can go back in time when we're old—"

"—you sound drunk."

"nah, i'm in love."

there we go. now that, and one more kiss, fixes your face into a smile.

"see? you're already glowing. me little swimmers are already doin' their job."

"shut up and order some pizza." you groan, turning away from him.

"yuh, i'll get extra, 'cuz we eatin' for three..."

"satoru!"

"my lil' astrophysicist is gonna get her first taste of pepperoni." he gleams.

"and you're gonna get the first taste of my wrath if you don't shut UP."

he throws his hands up, face so smug you could bite it, "okay!"

"thank you."

a few minutes pass. pizza is ordered. pizza is delivered. pizza is devoured. pizza is gone. no crust left behind.

he's sucking his finger loudly, savoring the sauce, annoying his future wife.

"it's gonna be just like that sims file i made of us in high school." he continues.

you stare at him, bizarrely, "the what file you made of us...?"

"yah. we had like, all the property in sunset valley—i bankrupted the landgraabs—and then we had five kids. and you kinda cheated on me with an alien, but it's okay because i deleted him."

you continued looking at him, bizarrely.

"ok."

"anyways so, we're having five kids—"

"—not in my uterus we're not!"

“shhh, my sweet girl… eyes on me, yeah? just like that.”

suguru’s voice is velvet soft, honeyed, even as his hips snap forward in a brutal, deep thrust that makes your whole body jolt against the mattress.

his big hands cradle your face like you’re made of glass, thumbs brushing over your flushed cheeks while he sinks impossibly deeper, his fat cock stretching you open, kissing right up against your cervix, making your tummy bulge everytime he bottoms out.

“s-sugu… too deep… you’re so big…” you whimper.

“i know, baby, i know,” he coos, pressing the softest kiss to the tip of your nose. “you’re takin’ me so well though. my perfect little thing, hm? feel how full you are? that’s all for you.”

he gave your another hard thrust. your legs shaking everytime he snap his hips. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room but his touches stay gentle, reverent. he dips down, tongue flicking out to catch the fat tear rolling down your cheek, licking it away slow and tender like it’s something precious.

“you look so pretty when you cry f’me. makes me want to fuck you harder, baby.”

your legs tremble around his waist, nails digging into the thick muscles of his back while he fucks you hard enough to make the headboard knock against the wall. but his mouth never leaves your face. kissing your eyelids, your temples, the corner of your trembling lips. everywhere his lips could reach.

“s’too much… sugu—!”

“you can take it, sweet girl. you always do.” he murmurs against your forehead, pressing a lingering kiss there while grinding in deep circles, stirring your insides until you’re sobbing. “look how good this pussy’s grippin’ me… like she doesn’t wanna let go. she loves bein’ stuffed full, doesn’t she?”

you nod frantically, tears slipping free, your words dissolving into pathetic little whines.

he smiles softly, even as he starts pounding faster, harder, his thick cock rearranging your guts with every snap of his hips.

“that’s my good girl… my pretty, pretty baby.” another kiss to your sweaty brow. “gonna fill you up so nice, okay? gonna give you everything you need.”

his thumbs swipe under your eyes again, collecting more tears, kissing them away one by one.

you’re shaking so much. your poor pussy fluttering around him, you’re so close. so close it hurts.

“cum for me, angel,” he whispers, lips brushing yours in the gentlest kiss. “let me feel you. let me feel that pussy squeeze me in.”

you shattered in his arms. cumming so hard that your back arched, legs shaking violently but he just holds your face tighter, kissing every inch he can reach while he fucks you through it, slow and deep and devastatingly passionate.

“there you go… that’s it, my sweet girl. so perfect... always so perfect for me.” and then he follows right after, giving you two more hard thrusts after stilling and holding you down, his cock unloading thick spurts of cum deep inside you. he cums so much it leaked around his shaft. making a puddle of cum on the sheets.

he stays buried to the hilt even after, still thrusting lazily into you, kissing your tear-streaked cheeks until you’re boneless and smiling underneath him.

you felt so utterly fucked.

just like always.

⟡ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐦

"You've got reaally nice tits, 'ji."

"Shut up. They're— fuck, not tits. They're pecs. Pecs."

Whatever they were, they were fucking obscene. They were thick, heavy hunks of muscle that looked soft to the touch, but once you dug your fingers into the taut skin? Toji's pecs bounced back like they were daring you to press down harder.

So you did, but this time with the weight of your cunt. It was your ridiculous idea to do this, to ride his pecs until you were positively writhing on top once your orgasm had hit like a freight train.

Toji was hesitant at first, wondering how the hell it would even feel good for either of you.

But when you straddled him, thighs spread on either side of him — Toji was sold. That cheeky look on your face said it all, lip caught underneath your teeth as your clit caught against his pebbled nipples.

"Can't fuckin' ride my cock this good," Toji grumbled, a traitorous flush spreading his ears as your hips swivelled. He was enjoying this, the bastard — head tipped back and eyes half-lidded. He could feel how wet it was down there, your juices leaving him slick and shiny as you bounced on his chest.

A shaky whine left you as the movement of his arm caught the corner of your eye — he was really jerking himself off through his sweats, too impatient to even take them off. "S-see! You do like it, perv," you shot back, tone accusatory yet pleased as you turned back to face the man.

"Do not."

"Do too. You liiike having your nipples played with, Toji," you cooed, bracing your palms on either side of Toji’s head as the blunt curve of his nipple grazed your entrance.

His hips bucked up — groan cut short and melting into a muffled suck. You had hunched over, tits dangling over his own face before one eased it's way into his warm mouth. "Mmf—"

"So much better when you're not running your mouth," you murmured, voice barely audible over the schlick-schlick of your cunt gliding over Toji. He continued suckling — tongue circling in clumsy circles over your areola. "Feel like I'm gonna cuuum, 'ji."

Shit.

He was hypnotised — body tensing as you shifted. You were squatting now, having pulled out of Toji's mouth with a wet, resounding pop. "Shit. Get back here," he grunted, tongue licking at the strand of spit connecting you both out.

But you had other ideas.

You angled your hips forward, aching clit meeting a dark nipple as you ground yourself firmly against him in tight little circles. The friction was electric, your thighs threatening to close in on themselves.

"Fuck—" Toji croaked, a large hand grasping you tight at the waist and dragging you forward. That was enough to make you orgasm — not an ounce of shame in you as you came in messy spurts.

Your chest heaved, fluids splashed atop of his face and pooling against the hollow of his collarbones. You almost feel limp against Toji, body spasming had his hand not been at your waist.

When his eyes flickered open onto you, the free hand behind your back had stillied completely. Toji's hips tensed, bucking up once then twice as he threw his head back. The warmth suddenly blooming in his sweats spread, coating the insides of his thigh with glossy streaks of cum.

"Waste of a fucking load if you ask me," he managed to say, grimacing a beat of silence. The load in his pants was cooling, all whilst you had slipped down to Toji's side and were drawing shapes in the sleek patch of hairs on his chest.

"Didn't say we had to stop here."

Reader is so freaked out erm

Shoko's first appearance in s3

──── GUYS MY AGE DON'T KNOW ₎ა ˙˖

ᘛ ꒰ 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ੭

♡ ₊˚‧ cws. age gap ( 40s/20s ) :: smut :: angst :: alcohol consumption :: protective!satoru :: reader's bf makes her super uncomfy :: yearning :: hurt/comfort :: makeup sex :: f.oral :: dry humping :: body worship :: praise :: slight degradation :: pussydrunk!satoru :: p in v :: riding :: mating press :: rough sex :: overstim :: multiple orgasms :: phone sex :: possessive!satoru :: creampie :: idiots in love

♡ ₊˚‧ sweetheart. this was commissioned by @chewiebee , thank you baby! art by the glorious @baobei-bu

꒰ guys my age info post ꒱

You always loved challenges. From academic rivalries. To exam duels. To contesting yourself against your previous record of how many hours straight you could study before your eyes got blurry and your brain shut down.

But this one did more than just physically exhaust you. It ached deeper: your heart.

You didn't even know you had a heart. Physically, scientifically, yes. From a young age you learnt that your brain outweighed the little organ pumping blood to it. That's simply how it was for a valedictorian. Studies first. Feelings later.

So why was your heart louder than your brain nowadays? Surely not because you called it quits with a certain white-haired, blue-eyed, genius chairman, right?

. . . Right?

It was for the best. That's what your brain said. Gojo Satoru, your infuriatingly charismatic boss and taboo lover had poisoned your mind like a neurotoxin. Shutting down all executive function and binding your logic. He was distracting you. Jumbling your goals. Making you feel.

Your heart told another story. Whispered the truth to your bitter mind. That it was scared. Scared that Satoru needed a woman that could keep up with him. Someone mature. Who he could settle down with. Not some college girl.

Not someone your age.

That day in his office, you let your brain speak. Told him that he was distracting you. Getting in the way of everything you were working so hard for. You didn't need his spoils, nor his favour. Didn't need him handing you the easy life on a silver platter when you wanted to meld the metal with your own hands.

He thought you were joking at first. You couldn't blame him. Just a week ago you were in his penthouse. Drinking from his coffee mugs and wrapped in his shirts. Just a week ago, you were in this same office. Sat in his lap. Held by his arms.

But you were always the cold type. The kind of crystal that froze rather than burned. And that day— you gave Satoru frostbite.

So why were you the one feeling the chills?