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THE number one nerdjo glazer 19 i repost nerd!gojo (usually sub)

[shifterivy]

A lot of yall that write fics here need to use your hashtags and warnings better

Bc why did I just read a nerdjo fic with just a warning of “corruption kink” and it had literal coercion and SA

Just out the right warnings bro🤦🏻‍♀️

[heavenlystarstruck]

chat i know nerdjo would be cocky like canon gojo but i can just have my sub!gojo in peace pls this is all i have 💔 LET ME HAVE SOMETHING

DON’T STOP WRITING SUB!GOJO!!! IN MY HEART I KNOW GOJO WOULD BE A SUB IMAGINE THIS POWERFUL MAN RELINQUISHING CONTROL AND ALLOWING HIMSELF TO NOT BEAR THR WEIGHT OF THE WORLD FOR A BIT PLEASE

i also love pathetic nerds……..

[fallinloveanto]

to anyone writing fics where gojo is a dad or brother, can we PLEASE not give the kid/sibling the six eyes unless gojo is dead?? you all gotta remember that only one six eyes user can exist at a time because a new bearer of the six eyes cannot be born/manifested unless the previous wielder is dead. you can give the kid/sibling limitless but just not the six eyes.

just a heads up to remember :)

[victuuriaa]

Spidey! Nerdjo cuz I fell in love with @gojover ‘s fic

[rosevalora]

bf!nerdjo x reader headcanons

bf!nerdjo who spent almost three months crushing on you before he ever properly introduced himself because every time he planned out the perfect conversation in his head he somehow ended up overthinking every possible outcome until he convinced himself you hated him. it got so bad that geto finally got tired of listening to him ramble about you and practically shoved him in your direction, forcing him to finally ask if you wanted to grab coffee after class.

bf!nerdjo who went home after your first date and immediately texted geto seventeen paragraphs explaining every little thing that happened. the way you laughed at his joke, the drink you ordered, the fact that you touched his arm for half a second while talking. he was convinced he needed to document the greatest day of his life before he forgot a single detail.

bf!nerdjo who secretly kept every random thing connected to your relationship from the very beginning. movie tickets from your first outing, receipts from cafés you visited together, little sticky notes you left on his desk. he stores them all in a box hidden in his closet and absolutely refuses to admit how sentimental he actually is.

bf!nerdjo who started changing his walking route around campus just so he could "accidentally." run into you more often before you started dating. after you became official, he finally admitted it and immediately got embarrassed when you laughed because apparently you figured it out weeks ago.

bf!nerdjo who absolutely melts whenever you show even the slightest interest in one of his hobbies. you ask one question about a comic character and suddenly his eyes light up like it's christmas morning because now he gets to explain everything without worrying about boring you.

bf!nerdjo who loves physical affection but is still a little shy about asking for it. instead he'll just slowly inch closer to you until you're practically touching and wait for you to get the hint.

bf!nerdjo who automatically saves you a spot wherever he sits. lecture hall, library, cafeteria, doesn't matter. if you're coming, there's already a seat waiting next to him.

bf!nerdjo who falls asleep on calls with you all the time. he'll insist he's not tired and then five minutes later you're listening to complete silence because he knocked out mid-sentence while trying to tell you about something he learned that day.

bf!nerdjo who likes grocery shopping with you more than he should. something about wandering through aisles together and debating which snacks to buy feels weirdly domestic, and he loves it.

bf!nerdjo who has absolutely no shame about bragging about you. he'll somehow find a way to mention you in every conversation. his friends could be discussing completely unrelated topics and suddenly he's saying, "oh that reminds me of something y/n did once—"

bf!nerdjo who always looks for your reaction first when something funny happens. before he laughs, before he says anything, he's already glancing at you to see if you found it funny too.

bf!nerdjo who always lets you win at little things at first but the moment you start bragging about beating him, his competitive side activates and suddenly he's treating a harmless board game like it's the world championship.

bf!nerdjo who always slows down his walking pace to match yours. if he notices he's gotten ahead, he'll immediately fall back into step beside you without a second thought.

bf!nerdjo who has become your unofficial tech support. every time something stops working your first instinct is to hand it to him, and every time he sighs dramatically before immediately trying to fix it.

bf!nerdjo who always shares his earbuds with you. one earbud for him, one for you, while you're walking somewhere together listening to whatever song he's currently obsessed with.

bf!nerdjo who will read reviews before buying literally anything. headphones, backpacks, keyboards, even a water bottle. he refuses to spend money without conducting what looks like a full research project first.

bf!nerdjo who has a habit of mumbling to himself while studying. you'll hear random phrases like "that can't be right." or "wait, hold on." from across the room and know he's deep into whatever he's working on.

bf!nerdjo who always checks if your phone, wallet, and keys are with you before leaving somewhere because one of you forgetting something would throw off his entire day.

bf!nerdjo who always offers to carry things for you even when the bag weighs practically nothing. he knows you can carry it yourself, he just likes helping.

bf!nerdjo who unconsciously mirrors your behaviour. after enough time together he starts using phrases you say, making the same expressions, and even developing some of your little quirks.

bf!nerdjo who keeps spare hair ties, pens, and random little necessities because at some point he realized you always end up needing them.

bf!nerdjo who always notices when you've had a rough day and instinctively starts trying to make things easier. bringing you snacks, finding something funny to show you—small things that add up.

bf!nerdjo who smiles whenever he sees a notification from you. he doesn't even realize he's doing it until someone points it out.

𐔌 masterlist .ᐟ

© rosevalora 2026 ── please do not repost, edit or translate my work without prior permission and credit.

[kayuekou]

꩜ — COOL GAMERS ARE INTO ROMANCE

tags ꩜ 3.4k words ， nerd n gamer gojo ， fem reader ， explicit sexual content ， hyper-fixations? ， uh inexperienced gojo ， domestic fluff ， smut ， satoru has a high libido ， possessive (but trying not to be) ， acts of service ， emotional constipation ， praise kinks ， kinda voice kink? ， switch gojo ， overstimulation | part one . oneshot

taglist ꩜ @nightmarenyxx @spectranix | general taglist

notes ꩜ hi this is part two of my hcs. i don't write smut so this is experimental ， thank all for 168 of you. chinese numerology tells me to celebrate so i have to. enjoy this ， sorry that i have a nerd fetish and this is all over the place

gamer!satoru who had the most obvious crush imaginable except you. it wasn't really because you’re dense, but because you’re delusional. It’s hard having a crush on a person who’s dense, but it’s harder having a crush on someone who’s smart enough to weasel their way out of the conclusion that someone likes them. thank god that’s over with.

gamer!satoru who accidentally starts measuring time based on when you'll be online. he swears he isn't waiting for you. he's just coincidentally opening Discord every seven minutes. and yes, he knows your "last online" patterns. and yes, he knows tuesdays are the days you disappear for longer because of classes. and yes, he noticed you stayed up until 3:41 a.m. yesterday. that doesn't mean anything. it means absolutely nothing.

he's normal.

gamer!satoru who becomes violently competitive around your attention. not your affection. attention. affection is scary and truthfully, not something he can want without letting go of his restraints yet. attention is manageable. if you're in vc with him and another guy joins? suddenly satoru is performing. he's funnier. louder. more knowledgeable.

he's also infinitely, or tries to be, more entertaining. the guy says something mildly funny. satoru says something funnier. the guy mentions Elden Ring. satoru starts discussing obscure cut content from version 1.00. the guy says he likes computers. satoru starts talking about Linux. nobody asked.

gamer!satoru who gets excited whenever your interests overlap. but even when they don't, when you mention liking one thing, now he essentially has it as a special interest. he's researching it. watching videos. reading wiki pages. not because he likes it. because you like it.

the second you said you had started playing Elden Ring, and enjoyed it, he nearly died.

gamer!satoru who keeps finding excuses to dm you. the problem is he already talks to you. so he can't manufacture reasons easily, and technically he doesn't need to. he's your boyfriend. you're his girlfriend. which means his excuses become increasingly stupid. "did you know Steam changed their UI?" then ive minutes later, "actually never mind it wasn't Steam," two hours later, "okay it was Steam."

gamer!satoru who absolutely cannot hide when he's jealous. not possessive, satoru doesn't understand how to be possessive. doesn't want to either. because when you're a guy like him who has been handed everything good in the world, you start realizing guarding things excessively just does more damage than not. oh and he's seen way too many Am I The Asshole Reddit posts. he's not controlling either. just, visibly annoyed.

you mention some guy, any guy, and he immediately asks "who's that?" pathetic and humiliating question. he buries himself in his own grave the moment he starts asking follow-up questions.

gamer!satoru who confessed like he's trying to diffuse a bomb. you still make fun of him for it. he can argue with strangers online. he can trash-talk entire lobbies, which he has denoted that ability to being in call of duty lobbies whne he was twelve. you called him a loser for it. he can debate game mechanics for six hours. but confessing? my god.

gamer!satoru who spends the first month after getting a girlfriend in a state of genuine disbelief. you chose him. voluntarily. repeatedly. every morning he wakes up and remembers. every time you call him handsome, every time you call him boyfriend, every time you text first; he experiences the emotional equivalent of a Windows error sound. because somehow the pretty girl he spent months orbiting around actually likes him back. and despite acting like the cockiest man alive, gamer!satoru never really gets over how lucky he thinks that is.

gamer!satoru who develops a habit of sitting way too close. not even intentionally. you're on the couch, the L-shaped, comfortable leather satoru got as a nifty hand-me-down form his mother. it's an entire couch; a whole couch. yet somehow he's pressed against your side like the furniture is running out of space. when you point it out he just goes what? as if he isn't practically occupying your lap like it's annexed territory.

gamer!satoru who absolutely (still) backseats games. not because he's annoying, or at least he doesn't try to be that. it's jsut because he genuinely forgets you're experiencing things for the first time. "go left," "stop," "what?" "i want to explore," "yeah but there's a sword over there,” "you already know where everything is," "well obviously."

gamer!satoru who learns your favorite snacks. this one is annoying, because now every convenience store trip becomes: "[name] likes these"—he's accidentally become thoughtful. it's humiliating.and the much more unhinged habit he formed now: gamer!satoru who physically cannot shut up about you around his friends. suguru notices immediately. because even if suguru knew gojo satoru was an annoying piece of shit, he could tolerate it. now he's unbearable—maybe it's because suguru's single now. "[name] said this," "[name] likes that," "[name] thought this was funny," suguru is ready to kill him by week two.

gamer!satoru who loves voice calls even after you're dating. especially after you're dating. because before? calls meant i want to spend time with you. now? calls mean: i miss your voice. and he's somehow more pathetic.

gamer!satoru who secretly adores being your boyfriend. this is the thing. everyone expects him to be cool and effortless and confident. and he is, in that insufferable way. until it comes to you. now he isn't, in that same insufferable way. because dating you turns him into the biggest loser imaginable. you call him handsome? he's thinking about it for three days. you call him smart? he's bringing it up next week.

you say, "i'm proud of you," and suddenly this grown man is staring at the ceiling at 2 a.m. replaying the sentence in 4k resolution. the worst, or best, is when you call him capable. this is why gamer!satoru has the funniest and most useful skill imagine. satoru who casually says: "i can probably find that," and then somehow does. need a pdf of a textbook from 2008? found. need a fan translation of a japanese guidebook? found. need a deleted tumblr post from 2017? found. need an obscure Minecraft mod that vanished from the internet? found. and normally he wouldn't go to these lengths just to find something lost on the internet, even if he does love lost media. but you praise him once and blood rushes to his head, and maybe somewhere elsewhere during other times.

gamer!satoru who one day realizes something horrifying. he used to think his favorite thing was gaming. then he starts dating you. and now his favorite thing is actually just doing literally anything with you nearby. or you, in general. maybe just you.

gamer!satoru who emulates games that haven't been sold since 2006. satoru who has spent an entire evening troubleshooting ps2 emulator settings. not playing. troubleshooting. satoru who owns games legally but still pirates them because "the DRM is annoying."

and gamer!satoru who teaches you all of this, first because he physically can't stop himself from telling you everything and anything that he knows about, then because at some point you actually started caring about whatever he was talking about for yourself. satoru squeezing your cheeks with his hands whenever you ask a repeating question, because you're too cute to punch and he's too antsy to shut you up with a kiss.

gamer!satoru who now lets you touch all his stuff from idiotic to actually useful. a raspberry pi he forgot about. three mice because he's convinced they're different. a drawing tablet he bought for exactly one project. his Steam library with 700 games, 650 untouched.

gamer!satoru who loves parallel play. one of the most realistic nerd traits ever somehow. your lips twitched into the most knowing smile when you realized what was happening each time you went to each other's place. because even if you've learnt that he's a nerd as his friend, you realize he's worse than you thought as his girlfriend. you aren't even doing the same thing. you're drawing. he's modding Skyrim. three hours pass. nobody talks and it's the perfect date.

gamer!satoru who probably jokes in such a way that makes you want to punch him in the throat, but a little bit too affected for you to not want him to stop. this has plagued his mind for too long.

gamer!satoru who really likes the smell of your neck. it's mostly a texture thing, probably. you have a soft neck, and he's seen you lather on lotion touching every surface body part you have. he likes other parts too, but he physically can't resist burying his face between the plane that connects your shoulder with your neck.

gamer!satoru who treats the tenth time you’re actually in his room as his girlfriend—not just in the same house, but in the inner sanctum of his multi-monitor setup—like he’s prepping for a speedrun. gamer!satoru who spent the last twenty minutes subconsciously clearing his desk of empty cans, hiding his messier GitHub project notes, and closing his browser tabs so you don’t see the "how to be a normal human being" Google searches from three months ago.

gamer!satoru who is experiencing physiological lag. he’s sitting in his ergonomic chair that costs more than his first car, you’re on the edge of the bed behind him, and the static electricity in the air is worse than any high-ping lobby he’s ever dealt with. he’s trying to play something—just to keep his hands busy, just to pretend he’s not shaking out of his skin. he’s misclicking. he’s whiffing inputs.

"Toru, you’re dying every thirty seconds," you point out, your voice right at his ear.

He freezes. His hands hover over his keyboard, the one he spent ¥96,500 on and swears up and down sounds different from every other thocky keyboard he has, the cold blue lights reflecting in his glasses. "I’m... testing the game’s difficulty spikes," he lies, his voice cracking just a fraction. He’s not testing anything. He’s trying to figure out how to transition from "gaming with you" to "being with you" without his brain blue-screening.

gamer!satoru who realizes that real-life stakes are infinitely higher than a ranked ladder. in a game, he can alt-f4. he can restart. he can blame the server. but you’re right there, and the way your hand rests on his shoulder is sending a signal directly to his nervous system that he has no protocol for. he’s calculating the physics of how to turn around, how to move, how to touch you without making it weird. he has nothing.

it's not like you're a prude or he's a prude. you've kissed. you've made out. you've probably touched a little higher than you should, but satoru's never even copped a proper feel at you—not because he's a prude! he just doesn't wanna scare you. that's all.

gamer!satoru who turns his chair around, his expression caught somewhere between the cocky smirk you’re used to and a panicked, wide-eyed mess that you somehow think is an equally hot look on him.

"I think..." he starts, voice a whisper and rougher than it ever gets on your typical Discord calls. He's looking at your lips, then back to your eyes, then they dart around your entire face without looking at the two of those features. At all.. "I'm a bit tilted. Help me out here? I’m... I’m really fucking struggling at this."

He’s practically holding his breath, waiting for you to lead, for you to take the controller out of his hands. It's the one of many pathetic things Satoru has let you do to him. He does not mind at all.

gamer!satoru who gets all quiet because you're the one nuzzling into his neck first, and you're the one who sinks down onto his lap, pressing your heat against his. it's not a secret that satoru has never had a girlfriend before, something he just took as a fact of life because romance is just not as important in his life than so many other people. it's also not a secret that he's a virgin, a fact that suguru and ieiri has made fun of extensively several times before.

he was practically overheating in his skin when you started kissing him until his head knocked back against the detachable cushion of his chair. he barely made out your name before you took his breath and forced a very wanton grunt from him. he whined too. you don't want to know how dazed his expression was when you dragged him to the bed.

gamer!satoru who despite being an inexperienced fucking mess—not that you yourself are that experience either—somehow manages to kiss the air out of your lungs and trail the most agonizing feather-light kisses down your chest like he's been doing this for as long as GitHub has been a thing. gamer!satoru who accidentally says the smoothest shit to you and then acts like nothing is wrong while you're practically soaking your own self.

gamer!satoru who lets out the filthiest groan the first time you sink down on him because holy shit you grip like a vice. it's funny how he is, was, constantly looking for 'immersion' (whatever that means) in games, and somehow he's finally found it in the way your skin feels and how you look when you're only looking at him. gamer!satoru probably hit himself on the head a few times because he thought he should've done this a while ago instead of being as terminally online as he is.

gamer!satoru who genuinely gets addicted to you. for multiple reasons that he thinks are so obvious he doesn't even wanna name them (in truth, this is because he's a coward). it's almost mandatory every time he stays over for him to slip it in during your early mornings, murmuring into your ear. satoru has a thing over his sleep schedule, and he somehow wakes up at five a.m. sharp without an alarm, and he gets the worst morning wood.

it's also worth mentioning that he's terrible at dirty talk. because satoru does not do it, and despite the suspicious amounts of (sometimes erotic) dating sims he downloaded and played recently, sitting snug on his Steam library, he has not learnt a single thing from any of them. still, he somehow makes you all warm inside despite his word choice.

You're straddling him, thighs trapping his hips and framing that perfect view Satoru has effectively obsessed over passively since the first time you two had sex. Your pussy is swallowing him, and it's embarrassing how hung Satoru is. You'd expect him to be a five, maybe a six. You don't expect him to be a seven and maybe more when generous.

Satoru throws his head back, hissing when your gummy walls clamp down on him. "Holy fuck," his large hands, gripping firmly on your sides, tightens even more. You can feel his heartbeat from where your palms are resting on his chest, and Satoru himself can feel his heart practically lurching out. A single squeeze from you and he lets out those deep guttural groans yet again. "My heart rate is actually hitting an all-time peak."

The ridiculous sentence doesn't even faze you, because he thrusts once, shallow and not even with effort, just a move to show he's there, and it's grazing your cervix. Your eyes roll back and a whine escapes your vocal cords. You don't really care, but you ask anyway, "Toru, what?"

gamer!satoru who doesn't think in the moment that the sentence "yeah, holy fuck, i feel like i'm overclocking" isn't the nerdiest and most insane thing you could say in bed. why? because he's focused on the fact that a single thrust made you moan that sweetly and satoru treats everything like a bug. so now he's immediately trying to replicate the bug, doing it again and again like he's testing a game mechanic to see if he can trigger the same response every single time.

gamer!satoru who probably has a voice kink. not that he'd ever admit it. you whispering his name or praise hits him with the same chemical rush as hitting a high-level combo or finally debugging some damn website. it's not even funny how many times he's thought about whether you'd agree to phone sex.

and he wants to hear you all the time, to a point where it's nearly exhausting. if you get quiet, he starts asking, in that voice that makes your already-gone panties drop, something like, "what are you feeling? tell me." he treats your reactions like real-time telemetry data.

gamer!satoru who asks you to cockwarm him right while he works on some useless automation script, because your cunt is just way too good to let go. it's technically not his fault, because you give a man who's never eaten candy Willy Wonka's chocolate, what did you expect from him? not get addicted? no fucking way. he absolutely has to be buried inside you until you're whining into his shoulder to move or he himself will go crazy.

gamer!satoru who constantly narrates his strategy when talking to you, in bed or not. he could have your legs pinned up on his shoulders and pounding into you relentlessly, and he could still go, "i noticed you didn't like it when i did that last time, so i adjusted the sensitivity. better?" an unbelievable man. it's incredibly clinical and slightly jarring. until he loses his composure or you whine to him about shutting the fuck up and to stop overthinking.

gamer!satoru who gets irrationally excited when you ask for help, not because you need him, but because you trust him. big difference. you ask him to explain something very casually and suddenly he's sitting up straighter like a dog hearing a treat bag.

eventually, he accidentally became your personal IT department. at first it starts with your headphones not connecting; then you ask him why your laptop is weird and overheating despite nothing going on in your task manager (everything is going on), and by the time he thinks he's had a break from your always-breaking electronics, you tell him your printer is acting funny. he immediately cuts you off by saying he's not fixing your printer. five minutes later, he's fixing your printer while complaining the entire time.

though, it's worth it every time because gamer!satoru knows (which is dangerous; gamer!satoru knowing is something that should be paid close attention to) you get nicer and clingier every time he fixes something or helps you with something. if it's not the most brain-melting praise, it's you looking at him like he's the only man in the world. if he hit the jackpot, it might be you getting down on your knees and taking him in with your mouth while he's trying to work on a 3d render at his desk. he cums a lot.

gamer!satoru who genuinely developed some sort of backseating fetish. he literally cannot stop himself from trying to guide your movements, even when you're both naked. this started (subconsciously) the second he realized he knew your body that well now, after way too many encounters where he had his cock buried in you to the hilt. he hovers, his hands go on your hips, and he always ends up whispering instructions like he's coaching you through a boss fight.

"Shift your weight—yeah, right there, don't move."

It is somehow both infuriating and stupidly hot. You guess you have a type in guys.

but when you finally get tired of him backseating and his gentle, almost coaxing words, finally taking control, gojo satoru is completely useless. you pin his wrists down then straddle him further to tell him to follow your pace and he legitimately cannot speak. his hands shake and he if you paid attention enough, you could hear how his voice stutters just a little when he's trying to get his words out.

and despite gamer!satoru being a concerningly high-libido man in bed, it doesn't take away from the fact that ultimately he's a loser. because gamer!satoru has read every guide on the internet about intimacy, the good, the cringe, the unhinged. and he has a secret, password-protected folder on his desktop titled config_v2.docx that is essentially a detailed log of your likes, dislikes, and 'high-score' spots.

because to be honest, cool gamers are into romance. and they probably have a whole folder of how to worship their girlfriend.

૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა ㅤ© kayuekou, 2026 𖥻 do not copy, reconstruct, or upload on other platform nor feed my works into AI.

[kayuekou]

꩜ — COOL GAMERS AREN'T INTO ROMANCE

tags ꩜ 2.8k words ， fluff ， lots of obscure gaming references ， gojo being down bad ， nerdy gamer gojo ， you can really tell he has the tism and i'm insufferable irl ， pining ， friends to lovers ， slowburn ， acts of service ， accidental confession ， mild social anxiety | part two . oneshot

taglist ꩜ @nightmarenyxx @spectranix | click me 4 taglist

notes ꩜ not my usual format but this is based on an actual fic in my deep coal mines ， felt bad since i hadn't made anything during exam season so i worked this up in an hour ， this is a two parter because it got too long for this format lmao. the next is just dating hcs with smut

gamer!satoru who absolutely judges people by their game libraries. not out loud, at first. because satoru, even if he’s a fucking prick, still has a sense of shame and humility hidden beneath his lack of internet decorum. he’ll ask what you play in the same tone normal people ask what your favorite color is. then you answer; something that’s not really his taste—because gamer!satoru is a gamer; he drops bucks on triple A titles if they’re worth it (and even if they’re not), but also pirate things if they’re too shit and ironically, sometimes unironically say it’s to preserve media—and suddenly he’s conducting a psychological profile.

"Stardew Valley?" he murmurs under his breath. You can almost hear him thinking. “...Interesting."

Your brows have already furrowed by the time he reaches the third syllable. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing,” there is something. Satoru is looking at you with the smuggest smile possible, glasses perched on his nose, the one who’s stuck ridiculously high right now in a way that makes you want to punch him until his head falls off.

gamer!satoru who physically cannot resist backseating. He swears he’s trying. He really is. He sits beside you with both hands over his mouth while you struggle with a puzzle, or a shooting game with god awful base settings. twenty seconds pass. Then forty seconds. one minute. He tries so hard not to but he starts shaking in his seat not long after. Eventually, he’s asking you "okay but hypothetically, if someone were to move the box to the left—"

gamer!satoru who has never paid for WinRAR. not once. not a single day in his life. which isn't astounding, isn't a horrifying either. but the free trial is entering year 14. satoru who knows torrent etiquette. he seeds. satoru who knows exactly which torrent site is currently alive after the last one got nuked. satoru who owns a tb external hard drive.

gamer!satoru who owns the most absurd setup imaginable; it’s a blessing and a curse that his parents spoonfed him with the gift of financial freedom. triple monitors. custom keyboard. a sennheiser headset. chair worth more than a used car. yet somehow his desktop is still covered in random screenshots named things like: finalfinalREALfinal.png, newbuild3actualfinal.png, screenshot_938.png

gamer!satoru who opens Wikipedia for one thing. he’s a goal-oriented man, but most times, his goals can change. four hours later he’s reading about Byzantine tax policy, extinct sharks, and maybe medieval siege weapons. and then somehow remembers all of it to run his mouth off to you during a Discord call. he’s also the same satoru who knows Homestar Runner, Newgrounds, and whatever old forum culture that was present at some point and can explain what happened to websites that died before you were born.

gamer!satoru who accidentally develops a sudden obsession because you're better than him at one game. just one. one singular game. maybe it's rhythm games. maybe it's tetris. maybe it's some obscure puzzle game. doesn't matter. he loses once. then twice. then six times. and now he's staying awake until four in the morning practicing. not because he likes you. he just thinks it'd be embarrassing to lose seven times.

gamer!satoru who starts measuring his emotional state through gaming terminology.

 "How are you feeling?" you ask.

"Honestly?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm tilted."

"..."

gamer!satoru who learns your schedule without realizing it. he knows when you log on. he knows when you usually go offline. he knows when you're busy. he knows when you start sending increasingly incoherent messages because you're tired. he doesn't notice this is weird until geto points it out.

"You know her sleep schedule."

"No I don't."

"You just told me she usually disappears around 11:43."

gamer!satoru who experiences genuine heartbreak when you start playing a game without him. this starts because he found you playing Resident Evil: Umbrella Corps which he genuinely cringed at when you told him you paid real money to buy slop. his face twitched and contorted into the ugliest pout. not because he's possessive. that's ridiculous. he just—well. you usually play together, even the shitty cash cow games. so why didn't you ask him? he's not upset. he's just. he's… he's opening discord and staring at your status.

gamer!satoru who sends you increasingly specific memes. at first they're normal. then the palate shrinks. then it gets nicher. then they're so specific that they only apply to:

1. a game with 700 active players 2. a bug that existed for three days in 2021 3. an interaction you had two weeks ago

gamer!satoru who discovers that flirting is infinitely harder than competitive gaming. boss fights? easy. ranked matches? relatively easy unless your teammates give you hypertension. public speaking? easy, relatively. sending you: hey, and then waiting for a response? most stressful thing he's ever experienced.

gamer!satoru who realizes he's in love because you become his favorite notification. not texts. not game updates. not patch notes. not ranked rewards. not steam sales. you. he'll be mid-match in the most stressful situation in his life, threatening to rank up. sweating. trying to clutch. then your message pops up. and suddenly he doesn't care if his team loses.

gamer!satoru who starts giving you priority access to things he never shares. his save files. his favorite builds. his private servers. his secret farming routes. his meticulously organized mod folders. he doubles down and tells you he's just being particularly generous with you because you're an idiot who trips over herself more times than not when you catch on.

gamer!satoru who keeps saying "one more game" when you're together. you both know it's a lie. he knows it's a lie. you know he knows it's a lie. three hours later: "okay this is the last one."

gamer!satoru who, upon realizing he likes you, starts showing off in the dumbest ways possible. you'll be talking about your day. completely normal conversation. and suddenly:

"Oh by the way."

"What?"

"I solo'd that boss."

"...okay?"

"Just thought you should know."

gamer!satoru who thinks romance is cringe until it's happening to him. other couples? embarrassing. holding hands? corny. matching icons? pathetic. then one day he catches himself staring at matching profile pictures for twenty minutes. and now he's googling: "subtle matching icons not cringe" at three in the morning.

he's the first to point and laugh when suguru and his girlfriend, some girl who was apparently the love of his life—for two weeks—made the quintessential mistake of having matching anime profile pictures on his Discord account. he bullied the man so hard, and so much, to the point where ieiri actually felt bad for suguru.

now he's genuinely thinking suguru's later more subtle Discord statuses with his girlfriend, well, on-and-off girlfriend, are fucking genius. he hates himself for thinking that because supplementing that thought is a picture of you in his mind.

gamer!satoru who codes. not software engineer coding. weird hobby coding. he taught himself how to code through his willpower alone. it probably started when he was eleven and wanted his own custom Minecraft server, didn't know how plugins worked, downloaded random plugins, broke the game, then had to figure out basic config files. then he pirated, then it spiraled when he learned of GitHub and reached nirvana. it's stupid how a hobby born of willpower, pure hatred, and Reddit-based advice.

now you get satoru who automates things because he's lazy. made a Python script once to rename 4,000 files and never stopped talking about it. satoru who learns regex and immediately becomes unbearable. satoru who uses VS Code; has 57 extensions and only uses 4.

satoru who has a GitHub account with exactly two repositories:

one abandoned project one script that calculates gacha probabilities

satoru who learned C# exclusively because he wanted to mod games. the most he did was make Minecraft plugins and Discord bots. now, it's satoru who's spending days figuring out if it'd be overkill to make a website dedicated for you, concluding that it's a bad idea, then doing it anyway discreetly.

gamer!satoru who realizes he's in love with you because his Steam Wrapped equivalent tells him he's spent 73% of his gaming time in co-op games this year. the statistic is humiliating but he still stares at it intensely. then he stares at your Discord icon in the minimized window below.

then he stares at the statistic again.

because before meeting you, he was a competitive ranked ladder god. now he's spending four hours helping you decorate your latest typically rage-inducing cute games. something has gone horribly wrong.

gamer!satoru who accidentally starts treating your messages like rare loot drops. he'll be doing nothing, then his phone vibrates; and his response is immediate with sub-second reaction time.

most of the time, you don't even send him anything profound. sometimes you just send him a photo of your drink—always carbonated—and his brain thinks of ten pathways of how to respond so you'll keep chatting with him until at least fifteen chat bubbles. you send him look with a blurry photo of a pigeon and he'll spend fifteen minutes discussing the pigeon.

god forbid you send him a selfie you don't even think twice about. he dies.

gamer!satoru who develops a Pavlovian response to Discord notifications. not notifications. your notifications. he doesn't care about anybody else's. suguru could message. ignored. he's gotten hit on the head for this. shoko could message. ignored.

you send hey and suddenly he's sitting upright. it's even worse when you text him late at night, and he images you sleepy, on your phone (because you said you "don't want eye strain" from being on your laptop), choosing him to text and suddenly he wants to wrap his USB cable around his neck.

gamer!satoru who keeps trying to figure out whether you like him back using the same logic he uses to optimize game builds. because satoru has never dated. satoru does not date. but he knows what it is, how it works. and now he's fallen in love with you and obsessing over his own feelings for you.

gamer!satoru who starts making spreadsheets. actual spreadsheets. this includes evidence you might like him: responds quickly, laughs at jokes, joins calls, sends cat videos to him. and recently you gave him your TikTok account and willingly made a streak with him. evidence against? you're you. way too out of his league. inconclusive.

gamer!satoru who confesses in the most embarrassing way imaginable. because he absolutely wasn't planning to. he had a speech. a good one. an actually cool and charismatic one.

he never gets to use it.

Most of the time, you're at home because you don't have anything better to do than lie around in your bed. Satoru's air conditioning is running cold, that same setting he keeps pretending doesn't make his hands freeze. You guys are on VC at hours you shouldn't comment on.

It's 2:17 a.m.

The conversation has long since derailed, because while in a game of Overcooked 2, you suddenly ask some dumb, lacking intellectual weight question, probably about whether cereal counts as soup. That has resulted in your game being minimized, and neither of you paying attention anymore, let alone playing anymore.

And then you laugh. Not even at him or anything he says. Just laugh. And Satoru's brain immediately blue screens. Through all his grandeur and bravado about his qBittorrent knowledge, there's nothing that prepares him for what his mouth says.

"I think I'm in love with you."

Silence. Absolute silence. Satoru can't even hear the usual expressions you make he's somehow learnt to recognize through the Discord call. There's only the hum from his PC fans, then his brain finally catches up to him.

"Wait," he rasps, "no, fuck."

Visible panic actually laces every syllable he breathes out. Almost instantly, he feels himself sweating cold. "That's not how I wanted to say that."

gamer!satoru who immediately buries his face in his hands after confessing. smartest person in the room, most times and destroyed by his own mouth. he almost impaled himself with the corner of his computer case when he backtracked and you simply said "well, I didn't say no."

gamer!satoru who grumbled for a day straight, still not believing you're actually his girlfriend, but bragging about himself to you saying he knew you would say yes. if you knew what the hell was going on in his brain, you'd call him pathetic. maybe he'd like it. gamer!satoru who started thinking of hypothetical ways he could've confessed, including showing you the personal website he made for you.

gamer!satoru who becomes uselessly, excessively affectionate after you start dating. actually unbearable. because before? he had to pretend. how? no regulations. no restrictions. no laws. now he can actually say the shit he wants to say about your hair.

gamer!satoru who a week into dating, starts abusing the girlfriend DLC. satoru who starts inviting you into every activity not because he needs help but because he just likes your company.

building a pc? come over. watching a documentary? sit with him. playing a game? obviously. studying? he'll complain the entire time but yes.

gamer!satoru who has accidentally become the epitome of boyfriend simulator, but in the most annoyingly him way possible. you recently mentioned how your latest amusement is Cooking Mama speedruns. three weeks later, he comes back and he remembers unconsciously. well, technically not, because the next two weeks after you had said that, he had spent his free-time hissing and cussing at his own Cooking Mama run. he has never played Cooking Mama in his life prior to this.

he started developing couple projects. not romantic projects, like taking you out on a date and painting a clay figure. it's somehow still romantic. because he asked you to make a Minecraft world together and it's been going for four months. because he also made a private wiki that has a 'History' section where he just describes all your dates together.

gamer!satoru who keeps making couple spreadsheets ironically, to the point where you saw something labeled date ideas.xlsx and [name]'s cranky habits.xlsx that remembers you always forget to refill your tumbler when you drank all of your water. so that's why he keeps periodically refilling it...

gamer!satoru who starts unconsciously bragging more around you. not because he's trying to impress you. he already impressed you. you dated him. mission accomplished. now he just wants your praise.

"Look," he nudges your shoulder."I fixed it."

You look over to see some script he wrote shaved six seconds off a process. You don't understand it at all. "Good job, Toru."

Pure dopamine. He fears he may become addicted to it.

gamer!satoru who becomes physically attached to you during calls, and especially in real life. if you're in the same room? you're touching. shoulder. leg. hand. something, anything. because for years his version of intimacy was asking if you want to vc. now he can actually hold your hand. huge upgrade.

gamer!satoru who not only kept working on that stupid website—not even hosted on Neocities or anything of that sort, no, he paid for his own domain with money you don't know where he got—but also put meticulous effort in it. everything inside it was a collection of everything you've ever said, probably.

from the long, almost tedious block of text describing, narrating, ridiculing just how much satoru adores you, which he added accumulatively over the dawning of his horrible crush on you, to the array of things he put in a section that reminds him of you. his writing isn't subpar, but typical of a guy whose only writing experience probably came form roleplaying with dweebs on Discord.

it doesn't change the fact that when he showed you the site three months after you started dating, you were left in a state of shell-shock from the way he memorized what your favorite Pokémon is, and was when you were a kid, and how much time he spent talking about how much your voice alone in a shitty high-ping Discord call made his day.

gamer!satoru who starts introducing you to every niche interest he's ever had, not because he expects you to care; he knows you don't care. but you'll sit there, listening while he explain ROM hacks, obscure gaming scandals, random internet history. and every single time he catches you genuinely paying attention he falls in love all over again.

gamer!satoru who one day realizes you know what he's talking about now. a fatal mistake. because suddenly you're quoting back and asking him about a speedrunning scandal and he freezes.

"You remembered that?"

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[cipheranthropologist]

First lesson❤︎⁠

➵ pairing : virgin!nerdjo︎‬ x experience!reader

>cw: mdni, smut, protective sex, loss of virginity, oral sex, thigh riding, submissive nerdjo, praising, neck kisses, whining, body worship, pussy drunk, alternative universe-college/university, established relationship, nipple play, reader has nipple piercings, aftercare.

✎ summary: you and nerdjo have been dating for 4 years now. Recently, he has expressed interest in having sex with you but he doesn’t know how to. You decide to give him his first lesson.

✎ Author’s note: I really love nerdjo so much so I decided to write a fanfic about him. the fanfic may be a tab bit self indulgent so I’m so sorry in advance! This was supposed to be uploaded a month ago but I completely forgot to keep writing about it, I lowkey kinda lost motivation to write about fanfics too ngl probably because of college sadly, I’m off now so I might just return to writing fanfics again! I’m also very sorry if the ending sounds so lazy written, I ran out of things to write!

✎Word count: 4k

✎ Art made by xiaoshy_otp on twt

✎ Dividers made by miscellaneous-misty and chrisredfieldsfattie

Nerdjo has always been incredibly shy and awkward around people, especially when speaking in front of a crowd. He has always been really smart; however, he’s sometimes an airhead when it comes to relationships. You’ve been the best girlfriend he has ever had. You always supported him, listened to him talk about his interests, and taught him things he didn't know. You’ve been dating him for 4 years now, and those 4 years have been like a dream come true to him. For each month, he has been treating you with the utmost respect and affection. He would give you his lunch when you were hungry, help you with your college assignments, and invite you over to his house to study or to cuddle. He has even taken you out on multiple dates, even though he didn’t have the money.

However, something has changed about nerdjo. He has been asking you about your sex life and experiences with other men. You didn’t mind answering his questions at all—after all, it’s normal for a virgin to be curious about their partner’s past sex experiences with other people. Nerdjo has never been the type to be so interested in your sex stories. You'd known him for 3 years before you two started dating; he never expressed any sexual interests before. 

You and Nerdjo are sitting at a cafe together, drinking and reading books together. You look at Nerdjo as he’s deep into his book. You don’t know how to get his attention without making him feel uncomfortable. You try tapping on the table, but he doesn’t budge at all. When Nerdjo is deep into his book, it’s hard to get him out of it. You sigh as you clear your throat. You prepare yourself to speak up. You take a deep breath before looking at his distracted face. This will be the day that you ask him what’s happening with him right now.

“Hey, Satoru.” You called out for him, your tone of voice sounded so serious. 

Nerdjo jumps up slightly, he’s sensitive to your tone of voice; he specifically hates it when you sound so serious. He looks up from his book as he slowly turns around to face you. You look so serious yet calm at the same time. The atmosphere feels so heavy and there is tension between you and nerdjo. In his mind, he feels like he has done something wrong to make you so upset at him. He swallows his saliva before he manages to open his mouth.

“Y-Yes, babe?” He stutters. You can see him trembling and his hands fidget. You feel so bad for using that tone of voice but it was the only way that he could hear you.

“I would like to ask a question.” You ask calmly.

“W-What is it, b-baby? I-I’m willing to a-answer anything…” He stutters. He adjusts his glasses as he holds his book.

“Can you tell me why you have been so interested in my past sex life? Is there something you would like to tell me?” You tilted your head. You wonder if nerdjo feels insecure or jealous about your past experiences.

“I-I…uhm…well…” He faltered. He doesn’t know how to put his thoughts together without making you feel uncomfortable.

“Come on, you can tell me.” You reassure him. Nerdjo has never been this shy when asking you questions. He has always been ecstatic about asking questions.

Nerdjo swallows his fear as he walks up to you. You blink at him with confusion and curiosity. He grabs your hands; his thumb traces slow circles against your skin. He stares into your eyes deeply. His icy-diamond eyes were filled with an unwavering determination. You’ve never seen him so determined like this before; it actually makes your heart flutter. Seeing your boyfriend like this makes you feel so proud of him. Nerdjo brings your hand to his lips before bowing his head to press a lingering kiss to your knuckles. His lips were warm against your skin, a brief yet tender gesture that made you fall in love with him all over. He looks up at you again with those same determined icy-diamond eyes.

“I would like for you to be my first girl to sleep with.” He said with confidence in his tone. 

Your eyes widened; you never thought this day would come. Nerdjo is actually asking if you could take his virginity!? This is insane to hear. You truly didn’t know what to think; with so many thoughts running through your head, you felt like it was spinning. You quickly composed yourself, clearing your throat, and looked at Nerdjo with a serious expression.

“Are you sure? Are you really positive you want this to happen?” You ask. You don't know where this came from but you’re willing to give it to him if that’s what he really wants.

“Yes, I’m really positive. I want to have sex with you.” He replied with unwavering confidence. He knew you were the one who would take his virginity.

“Alright, meet me after class then we will go to your house” you smile. This all feels so surreal to you.

“Alright,” he smiles. He holds your hand as you two start walking back to your house.

Walking to your home felt so awkward yet comforting at the same time. Nerdjo felt scared but also relieved that you didn’t judge him for being a virgin. Nowadays, people would make fun of a virgin nerd like him, but you didn’t do that. It made him feel like he made the right decision in choosing you for the first time. You felt a sense of happiness that Nerdjo felt comfortable letting you be his first choice. It honestly made you nervous because you two haven’t talked about having sex so early on; you wanted to wait until Nerdjo felt comfortable enough to be naked around you. You stopped at your front door, turning to look at him. 

“Thank you for this amazing date, baby.” You spoke in a soft tone.

Nerdjo scratches the back of his head as he laughs nervously. “Anytime, baby, you know that I love spending time with you!” He exclaimed.

You lean in as you press your soft, plump lips against his. Nerdjo’s eyes widen as his cheeks flush bright red. Your lips are warm and soft; it is like you are giving him a brief promise that doesn’t need any words. Nerdjo’s hands slowly move to your waist, pulling you closer to him—he doesn’t want to let this moment slip away. He can taste your cherry-flavored lip gloss on his lips; it feels magical to be in this moment. You break the kiss as you look at him, smiling softly. Nerdjo’s face is bright red; he has kissed you multiple times throughout the four years, but this kiss feels different—more intimate.

“I will see you tomorrow, I love you!” You wave Nerdjo goodbye before walking inside your house.

Nerdjo stands there, speechless, as you turn and walk away, red-faced. The whole time he was walking home, he could feel his face getting hot, his fingers trembling, his dick getting hard at the thought of seeing his girlfriend naked for the first time—it’s driving him insane to think about. He walks into his house, taking off his shoes as he goes through his nightly routine. Once he’s done taking a shower and washing his face. He flops down on his bed as he shoves his face into his pillow, kicking his feet as he screams into the pillow. He couldn’t believe you and he is going to have sex for the first time tomorrow—well, his first time tomorrow.

Back in your house. You wash your face and take a 30-minute shower to wash and shave. Today has drained you in a good way, but now you have to prepare yourself for classes and your special hangout with Nerdjo. You get out of the shower, drying your body and hair. You quickly brush your teeth and tongue before using mouthwash, spitting out the toothpaste and mouthwash. You change into comfortable pajamas before slipping into bed, staring at the ceiling. You’ve been with multiple guys before, but you feel like you’re losing your virginity to Nerdjo. You’ve never been this nervous about sex before—maybe it's him who makes it feel so different.

The next day 

Nerdjo has been very distracted in class. He’s never like this, but ever since you agreed to take his virginity, he hasn't been able to stop picturing you spread out on his bed. His face turns deep red as he buries himself in his books, unable to focus. Though he managed to finish his assignments, his mind was miles away, wondering what you were thinking at that very moment. As soon as he's done, he packs his things and ducks out of the room.

You’ve been trying to focus on class. You finished your work, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him, how his touch will feel around your body, how good it will feel riding him, and how his moans will sound. It was all too much for you to think about. You shake your head trying to get rid of those thoughts as you sit in class, staring at the window. You stare at the birds flying in the clear blue sunny sky. Everything just feels so quiet and peaceful. You look at your phone only to realize that class ended a minute ago. You panicked and quickly packed your things up in your bag and ran out the door.

Nerdjo is sitting on the bench, reading his book while he waits for you. You look around until you spot him. You quickly run to him as you catch your breath. Nerdjo looks up from his book and smiles at you softly. You look up at him, your chest heaving up and down as you smile sweetly. Nerdjo quickly goes through his bag, grabs a water bottle, and hands it to you. You sit down next to him and take the water bottle.

“Thank you, babe.” You gracefully said. Your hand brushes his hand slightly.

“Anytime, dear, you know I’ll do anything for you.” He smiles. He puts his hand on top of yours, holding it. 

You and Nerdjo get up from the bench, walking to the campus’s exit. Nerdjo is smiling so hard right now. He couldn’t contain his excitement about losing his virginity. The walk back to his place felt like it took forever to get there—in reality, it only took 25 minutes. You can see the nervousness in his eyes, his sweaty palms, his glasses slipping off his nose as he pushed them up. It’s so cute to see him this nervous and excited.

Nerdjo opens his door, finding himself home alone for the week. He quickly takes your bag and takes off his shoes, placing them by the front doorstep. You take off your shoes and place them by the front doorstep too. He closes the door and locks it. He guides you to his bedroom; opening the door as he places both of y’all’s bags down on his gaming chair.

“S-Soo…” He stutters. He sits down on his bed. He can’t figure out what to do or even how to start. He has read books about it, but doing it in practice is very difficult for him.

“Shhh, just relax and let your body enjoy it.” You reassured him. You place your hand on his cheek, caressing it. You lean forward to his face, pressing your soft plump lips against his.

He leans forward into the kiss. Those slow, soft perks against his lips feel like he’s on cloud nine right now. His hands move to your waist, pulling you in closer to him. His mind is clouded with sexual thoughts about you; he doesn’t feel the same overwhelming feeling of anxiety he had earlier. He felt so relaxed—so relaxed that his dick got hard. Your hand moves to his chest; tracing his chest down all the way to his pants. You stopped at his bulge; feeling how hard he is. You decide to tease him, trailing your finger down to his bulge; rubbing it slowly.

Nerdjo’s body jerks as he moans softly into the kiss. He can feel your hand on his bulge—it’s honestly driving him insane. He breaks the kiss as he looks into your eyes. You can see the desperation in his eyes—he’s like a needy man waiting for his lady. The rhythm of your hand moves slightly faster. Nerdjo let out a soft whimper. He has never been touched like this before—it honestly feels so foreign to him.

“A-Ahh…” He moans softly. He struggles to look into your eyes without the need to cum in his pants immediately.

“You like that, baby?” You seductively asked. Your hand moves faster but not too fast so you won’t overstimulate him.

“Y-Yes, baby..Keep going..pleaseee..” He whined. He places his hand on top of you, guiding your hand to go faster.

You keep rubbing on his hard bulge. His pants got wet from all the rubbing. His breath is heavy as he looks at you with need in his eyes. You smirk before you unzip his pants, pulling them down. His breath hitches as you get on your knees and pull out his dick. It was twitching with need, the tip leaking with precum, and his veins pulsing—it was long too, longer than most guys you’ve been with in the past. Nerdjo looks down at you with hooded eyes. His face flushed red as he covered his mouth with his hand.

“Y-You don’t h-have to…” He stuttered. You can see how embarrassed he looks right now—it’s honestly so cute to see.

“Shhh, relax, baby. I’ll make this the best day of your life…” You whispered. You lick the tip of his dick as you start licking the whole thing. Your tongue traces all over his throbbing veins.

He hitches his breath. His hand covers his mouth as you wrap your lips around his tip as you bob your head on his dick. His legs jerk; he never has anyone touch him like the way you’re touching him—it feels like a dream. You look up at Nerdjo as you wrap your hands around his dick, twisting and turning on his dick as you bob your head slightly fast. You swirl your tongue around his dick as he bites back a moan. His eyes tear up slightly as he lets out a soft moan. That moan sounds like a whimper—you’re finally getting Nerdjo to feel more comfortable with you.

“Mmmmm…” You muttered as your head moved fast. 

The sensation of your wet mouth sucking his dick so sloppily has Nerdjo in a daze. He can barely think straight, moaning loudly without a care in the world. You’re pleased with yourself that you can make Nerdjo feel so good on his first time. Nerdjo’s eyes teared up as he moaned and whimpered.

“P-Please, baby..f-faster, please…I-I need this…” He stuttered. The sensation of your warm wet mouth around his dick is so new and foreign to him. 

You bob your head faster. Your tongue swirls around his tip as you deepthroat his dick. He arches his body, his legs so shakily that he’s barely focused on what’s happening. He can feel himself ready to explode. His breath gets heavier as he starts sweating. You continue your movements; you’re way too focused on his pleasure. 

“Hahh…baby, please…I need to cum, please I don’t want to cum in your mouth…” He begged. His legs quiver as he pants heavily.

“Mmmmmm..” You muttered as you deepthroat his dick. You gagged on it a little as you kept twisting your hands; sucking on it. 

“Ahhhhh..!” He moans loudly as he releases his load in your mouth. His eyes rolled back, his legs twitched, and his dick throbs inside your mouth.

Your eyes widen as you swallow his cum. You pull out a string of saliva connected to his dick from your mouth. You pant heavily as your lips are dark and wet with saliva. You look up at Nerdjo, who is in a daze. He can barely see anything clearly now; he’s so out of it. You wipe your lips as you stand up, climbing on top of Nerdjo.

“Are you okay, baby?” You asked. You lean towards his neck, kissing his neck.

“A-Ahh..Nngh..Y-Yeah…” He incoherently said. He slowly places his hands on your hips, caressing them. 

You lick his neck as his hands trail up to your breast. He hitches his breath before he squeezes one of your boobs. His thumb slowly rubs your nipple, causing you to moan. He lifts his head, pushing his glasses up. He could see your lips swollen from sucking on his length and that intense look in your eyes that tells him that you want more than just giving him oral. He has never seen your face like this before—it’s so passionate and sexy to see. He placed his hand back on your hip. He traced the smooth curve of your hip—he's surely going to be addicted to your body in no time. You look up at him as he continues to play with your nipples. 

“Ahhh…” You moan softly, “Just like that… Keep going…” You encourage him.

Nerdjo keeps rubbing his thumb on your nipple. You sit on his thigh as you start to grind on his thigh. His eyes widened as he could feel a strange wetness on his thigh; he looked down, and there it was. Your pussy is directly touching his thigh, your wet folds glistening as you grind your hips against his thigh. He can feel your folds spread open on his thigh. He bites his lip as he holds your hips, holding you steady. Your nipples were so hard and perky; it was so satisfying to play with them. Your piercings make your breasts look so pretty.

"A-Ahh..." You moan softly, grinding your hips on his thigh.

Nerdjo opens his mouth as he sucks on one of your nipples. You gasp at the sudden sensation of his warm mouth sucking on your nipples. His tongue flicks your hard, perky nipples as he swirls around your touch to play with your piercing. His other hand pitches and twists your other nipple, causing you to moan loudly. The rhythm of your hips moves fast as Nerdjo squeezes your hip. 

“Y-You’re so good at this, b-baby…” You stuttered. The wetness between your thighs increased dramatically; you’ve never felt this wet before with all of your exes, but with Nerdjo, it’s different. You place your hands on his shoulders as you grind faster, chasing your orgasm.

Nerdjo pulls away with a string of saliva connected to your nipple from his mouth; he looks up at you. You look so squirmy and beautiful at the same time. His face flushed red at the sight; he had never seen you like this before—it makes his dick harder than before. The friction causes your clit to throb; you’re so close to finishing on his thigh. Your breath becomes heavier as he wraps his arms around your waist, keeping you steady. Your legs tremble as you breathe heavily; you don’t know how long you can keep this up. 

“Come on, baby, you can do it.” Nerdjo praises; he can see how much it’s affecting you, and honestly, it was so cute to see you like this.

"N-ahh...nnngh..." you managed to mutter out. You don’t know how long you can keep this up, especially when those words he has spoken made your legs tremble more.

“Shhh, just take your time…no rush, my love…you're doing so well,” Nerdjo reassures you, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your neck, sucking on it.

You gasp as you can feel yourself coming apart. He holds onto your hips as you cum on his thigh; it feels like you’re on cloud nine. Your breath is heavy, your pussy is wet and sensitive, and your clit is throbbing all while you're dazed. You can barely make out what’s going on. Nerdjo looks at your sweaty, panting face; you look so worn out from that sudden orgasm. Nerdjo lies down on his bed, pulling you on top of him. He kisses your forehead gently as you look up at him. You suddenly sit up as you reach down to his boxers, rubbing his hard dick. His breath hitches as he throws his head back.

"B-Baby... W-What are you doing...?" He stuttered. His legs are already trembling slightly as your hand moves faster.

“Shhh…just relax…" You whisper seductively. Your hand stops at the tip as you slowly put your hand inside his boxers, stroking the tip of his dick.

Nerdjo gasps at the sudden movement. He wasn’t expecting you to touch the tip like this; it feels so strangely arousing to him. He has never experienced anything like this before, and yet, he likes it. You can feel a sudden wetness coming from his tip. His dick is so long and veiny. The veins of his dick are pulsing with need as pre-cum leaks from the tip. You lean down to his dick as you kiss the tip, looking up at him.

"B-Baby...you don't have to...please...” he whimpers. Tears of pleasure swell from his eyes as you smirk.

“Oh baby, I’m not going to suck on it again.” You giggle. “I got something better for you," you murmured before reaching for a condom from your pocket.

Nerdjo’s eyes widened as you ripped the condom wrappers open and rolled the condom on his dick. The latex feels like a snug, slippery layer around his dick. You hover over his dick as you align the tip with your pussy. You slowly lower yourself on his dick, feeling the lubricant of the condom inside your pussy, making it much easier to get him to fit inside you. You let out a soft moan, placing your hands on his chest as you bounce on it slowly. He can feel your tight pussy wrapped around his dick, making him feel so nervous and so out of it.

“A-Ahhh..baby, fuck..” he stuttered. His hands were trembling before putting them on your hips.

You take this as a sign to go faster, your wet pussy slapping against his pelvis; making so much noise in the room. He bites his lip as he watches his dick going in and out; tears form in his eyes, his face getting more sweaty. Nerdjo can barely think straight as you bounce on his dick fast. Your boobs bounce along with you as he lets out a soft moan. His eyes slowly move up to your boobs. the way your nipples are hard and perky, the way your jewelry glistens under the bedroom light. It was all too much for him. He could feel himself slipping at any moment now.

“B-Baby…y-you need to get off…"He falters. His vision becomes blurry; his mind is so distorted and clouded. All he could think of is how good your pussy feels around his dick.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked. The rhythm of your hips changed slightly; moving at a slow pace. 

“I-I’m about to c-cum..” He blurted out. His balls feel much tighter than before, he can’t believe he’s actually about to cum from sex.

“Let it out, baby..” You coax him. You pick up the pace of your movement. 

Nerdjo let out a loud moan. He lets out his load in the condom. You can feel him ejaculating in the condom. You slowly stop bouncing as you kiss him. He looks out of it. You smile as you get off from him and take off the condom. You tied the condom up and threw it away. You go to the bathroom use the toilet and then grab a washcloth and wet it with soap and water. You wash between your legs before you walk to the bedroom and wash your soft dick. He groans softly, causing you to look up. You throw his dirty clothes in his laundry basket before climbing on the bed and moving close to him. You wrapped your arms around his chest before snuggling up to him. Nerdjo eventually falls asleep as you slowly fall asleep with him in your arms.

[tntoothless]

No matter how many gojo aus there are, I’ll always go back to my roots with Nerdjo

[nachalarts]

Good old time with the trio! 🐯🌹🐺

Hello! I am new to tumblr! Here is a couple of my JJK fanarts!!

[satorusinfinityy]

i personally think it’s so weird how you guys try to wipe away gojo’s race and ethnicity and instead classify him as a white american man.

“well no japanese person looks like that!” are we forgetting that literally all anime characters are FICTIONAL? of course they are gonna have some designs that are unrealistic—the entirety of anime ITSELF is unrealistic, but we still enjoy it. yuji was born with pink hair and gojo with white, but does that mean we should erase the fact that they’re asian? absolutely not.

it honestly just shows your interpersonal racism and blatant stereotyping to deny of someone’s race and/or ethnicity because to you they don’t look the part for you to accept it.

gojo is NOT a white man. he’s a beautiful asian man and if i see any of you try to compare him to a basic white guy with fried hair or characterize gojo as a white american man i might lose it.

[missnymph]

I just can’t get into nerd and fratjo and didn’t understand why, especially because the art throws me off;but I get it now. You guys are making that Japanese man white in your college!au fan arts.

[heavenlystarstruck]

my beautiful nerdjo………… you’re so right diva

[bisexymarxist]

I really don't like it when nerdjo is just fratjo in glasses or fics about nerdjo where he acts in the same fuckboi way as fratjo.

[satorusinfinityy]

hot take but i really don’t like fratjo

im breaking my silence and i’ve been feeling this way ever since the au became a thing like a year ago 😭 or maybe i just hate the way he’s written as this playboy, cheating, selfish rude douchebag when gojo is canonically the most selfless person ever. i’m just not into the whole frat thing in general there’s only one fratjo fic i like by my mutual @ sixxels but i love all the fanart. idk maybe i’ll grow to like it more.

anyways nerdjo supremacy!

[lovelern]

STOP CLOGGING THE TAGS

before someone comments, “you’re doing it right now”, it’s for an educational purpose.

it is so annoying to scroll through a tag and only see memes or corny people trying to be relatable about fanfiction. everything you’re saying is a regurgitated joke that someone has said years ago. if your post hasn’t made on someone’s feed, too fucking bad. no one cares that you love jason todd so much or how you hate how y/n acts the way she does.

same with x oc fics. because no one is interested in your lousy ass work about the most generic plot ever doesn’t mean you have to push your fic in everyone’s face in a tag that your fic doesn’t belong in. i promise you, someone is gonna look at it and like it.

the tag is “x reader”. so post “x reader” shit. this isn’t rocket science, people.

[pillsatoru]

nerd gojo masterlist

all my nerdjo works from summer of 2025 to now. last updated on jan 22.

fvn - girls just want to have fun, I just want to have sex in a car with the nerdy boy from class.

late night encounters - secret meet ups with him lead to something heated.

send nudes ? - he loves sending videos of himself jerking off to you especially after you post cute selfies.

real man (full fic) - getting tutored by none other than the nerd.

library - making out in the library.

teenage dirtbag - he's got a big fat crush on you and seeing you at a halloween party in a tiny costume just makes him want to nut in ya.

best friend nerdjo - your best friend calls you over to his dorm while you're ovulating. bad idea.

dry humping him - you can't help but grind on your boyfriends lap while he's all focused in his studies.

academic rivals - you hate him, except in bed, of course.

venus as a boy - when you decided to volunteer at your local library, you never thought it'd lead to getting cracked by the owners grandson.

cosplay - dressing up as his favorite girl character in bed

jealousy jealousy - you're upset he partnered up with another girl in class

not even virgin - the nerd knowns how to give a good fuck !

art by @/to_0fu

꒰ please ask for permission before taking inspo from any of my works ! ꒱

[camgirlallegedly]

I can’t bro I NEED NERDJO SO BADDDDDD like just imagine him literally crying when u sink down onto him for the first time

I just KNOW he’s loud too like full on moaning and whimpering n shi