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[ttakdoll]

꩜ – FRAT PRESIDENT SATORU GOJO (and the shy girl he's obsessed with!)

(18+) HEADCANONS :: – frat!gojo x innocent!reader, college au, smut, dom!gojo, handjobs, praise, corruption kink, manipulative behavior, slight dub-con

frat president!satoru, who’s used to every type of girl at his party except you, all big eyes, wandering around his house like you didn’t know what to do. he’s asked suguru to offer you everything under the sun in the last thirty or so minutes — a drink, a smoke, a joint. you just politely decline, shaking your head so prettily.

frat president!satoru, who swears he’s just got an ego when he decides he’ll be the one to show you all of that and more. he could do it if suguru couldn’t, if no one else could.

he starts off all nice, walking you to all your classes, offering his sweaters in the lectures you had together (which he only started attending for you), buying you lunch and listening to your cute little rants about your worst profs.

frat president!satoru learns that you like being held when he’s the first one to find you after an exam you swear you’d failed. he doesn’t get it ‘til he’d realized your eyes are all glassy, so shiny as you peered up at him with wobbling lips, trying not to cry in front of him.

frat president!satoru loves the way you’d just melted into his arms after that. he calls you easy to his friends for it, but something inside him never wants to let go whenever you’re willing to press yourself into his chest, wherever you’re willing to do it.

frat president!satoru, who asks you what you’re wearing all the time and sends even prettier things to wear to your dorm when he thinks you can do better.

frat president!satoru, who’s spiraling at night, jerking off to your contact photo, wrapping his large hand around his dick and pretending like it’s that sweet mouth of yours engulfing his length. he imagines how shy you’d be, lips parted wide, smearing pre-cum and replacing your candy lip balm. he wants you tasting like him, those soft cheeks drenched in his cum, eyes screwed shut until he’s all you can think about.

frat president!satoru likes making you need him, doting on you and driving you around like a princess, spoiling you until you frown whenever his hand isn’t on your hip, or whenever he dodges your calls for fraternity meetings. he likes the idea that you might become obsessed with him (like he is with you). 

frat president!satoru, who’s grinning cruelly the minute you finally tell him, “you know, you do so much for me, I feel like I’m not doing enough for you.” in that nervous voice of yours one day, while you’re tucked into his side at your apartment.

frat president!satoru, who’s never missed a meeting or a call until that day, when he’s finally got you whimpering shyly in his lap while he gently mouths at your neck, tasting that perfume he’s been searching online for for weeks, whispering about how he’s so grateful you wanna help him out, how sweet you are for making it up to him too even when you didn't have to.

but he’s been waiting for weeks, you’re all soft and impressionable on him, and he’s not letting a moment of your kindness go to waste.

frat president!satoru guides you with a husky voice when he teaches you to spit in your own palm and wrap your hand around his cock, nearly shivering at the contact  — “make me feel good, pretty girl, it’s the least you can do.”

frat president!satoru, who just chuckles at the fact that you’re all nervous, looking up at him as if asking what to do next, just for him to wrap his palm around yours, engulfing it entirely. he groans lowly as he moves your palm up and down on his already-hard length, bottom lip catching between his teeth at how warm your hand feels against his dick.

“shit, just keep it like that, baby, up and down…”

frat president!satoru, who kisses you slow when you gasp at how he bucks up into your hand, keeping his own wrapped around it while desperately attempting not to just use you, jerk himself off with your tiny little fingers, maneuver you down and slam himself deep into your tight cunt. “hah — fuck, gorgeous, y— you’re good at this, huh? so good for me, so fucking cute…”

“i’ve never done this before,” you admit into frat president!satoru’s mouth, hushed and breathy like it’s a secret. he wants to fucking laugh, but he’s cut short by a low hiss as you thumb at his slit without him having to teach you, making him lose his mind piece by piece. shit, you’re just perfect, aren’t you? 

“am — am I doing okay, satoru?” 

frat president!satoru has nearly had enough of patience when you say that. shit, he bites down into your lip without even realizing, hand tightening around yours when you whimper. and it’s barely enough to notice at first, but he pumps your hand around him faster, growling into your mouth at the way your fingertips flex around his length, making a slick! sound that echoes across the room.

“you’re — shit, just like that — doing perfect, baby. so perfect.” frat president!satoru groans into your throat, even though he’s using your hand like a fuck toy now, smearing his own pre-cum mixed with your saliva all over his huge dick, bucking his hips up into your plush skin like a glorified fleshlight.

the only one he’s dreamed of in the past few weeks, at least.

frat president!satoru gets off on how eager you are to match his pace, his other hand cupping your cheeks to purse your pretty mouth open for him as he spits down your throat and relishes in your confused little whine. he doesn’t even realize how tightly he’s gripping your hand now, forcing you to jerk his cock faster.

“that’s it,” he pants into your lips, “just let me have you, okay? hah— so good, shit, you’ve been wanting this too, haven’t you?”

“satoru—” your voice is a wet dream, how it feathers off around the edges and breaks like you’re not sure.

frat president!satoru groans at the sound of your confusion. “been, fuck, thinking about this, baby. want you creaming on my cock next, yeah? or maybe it’s — haah! — too big for your first time. gotta — shit — prep you first.”

frat president!satoru spills into your hand with one last rough stroke of both your hands around his length, gasping low with his tongue down your throat as he finally lets your hand go. he watches the way your palm shakes, eyes dark, lifting your cum-covered fingertips to your mouth without thinking. and he thinks you won’t do it, until—

your sweet fucking tongue darts out to lick experimentally at your own fingers, and satoru thinks he’s gone to heaven.

frat president!satoru, who can’t help himself when he’s grabbing you by the waist now, laying you flat on your back and coming up to slot his knee between your thighs, committing the way your face scrunches up in both confusion and pleasure to memory. he thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing in the world, and he wants you broken in every way possible until you can’t fuck any other guy without imagining his dick. 

“thank you, baby,” he grins against your neck. “can i make you feel good now?”

frat president!satoru, who decided he’d never let you fuck anyone else anyways the moment you'd nodded.

@ ttakdoll, 2026

inspired by an anon request for a shy reader!!

[lilithkleia]

fratkuna is a needy drunk >< !

“dollface where areeee you?” 

you could hear sukuna stumbling through your apartment, bumping into your coffee table before dramatically collapsing onto your couch, letting the cushions envelop him while he nuzzled into the pillows.

“sukuna…? it’s 1am what the fuck are you doing out here?”

“i missed you, sweetheart.” he slurred out, reaching out to your form and missing by a mile before falling face first into your couch again.

“good god you’re wasted.”

“m nottt—.”

“let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

“nooo.” he was whining with his face in the cushions now, slowly lifting himself up, his eyes glossed over and his lips jutted in a pout while he stared at you.

“come on, big guy.” you said, walking towards him while he swayed a little trying to get himself up.

“that’s not my name.” 

you moved close to him, slowly running your fingers though his hair—right before he dragged you onto the couch, crushing your head in his chest while he pressed wet kisses against your cheek.

“kuna ew you reek of alcohol!”

“gods, why do you put up with me?” he hushed out, nuzzling his face into your chest, mumbling against your shirt.

“w—what?” you sputtered out, slowly patting his back while he sniffled against you—because sukuna ryomen was always tougher than this.

rough around the edges, always stoic, it was strange to see him all teary eyed and needy in your grasp, planting sloppy kisses against your neck while he slurred about how perfect you were.

“t’ good for me y’know..”

“oh? what’s this about, kuna?”

“you’re soo pretty and perfect and fuck i really don’t deserve you.”

drunk minds speak sober thoughts, right? you were giggling to yourself, because it was ridiculous—ryomen sukuna was everything you wanted in a person, serious, smart and with wits that knew no end, what was there not to love?

“oh ryo…”

“don’t say—anything.”

“i won’t, ryo.” you cooed, the nickname practically melting him into a puddle while he settled his cheek on your chest sniffling away while you ran your fingers through his blush coloured hair.

“i love you, kuna:

“i—love you too.” he slurred, tripping over his own words before collapsing on you like a dead fish, holding you down underneath his warmth with his nose buried in the crook of your neck.

that was the first time sukuna had it in him to ever say he loved a person—it wouldn’t be the last, but if a couple of shots are what had him stumbling straight to your arms, you would’ve gotten him drunk ages ago.

you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, still toying with his hair while he snored softly atop you, mumbling something about how he had to thank whatever force was up there that got him to you. and it was clear as day, frat president sukuna ryomen was just a sappy, pathetic loser.

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[miyaz6ki]

well if you're gonna munch, eat it well! — gachiakuta x gn! afab! reader

ʚ♡ɞฺ　　main m.list　ྀིᨯ — content. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, cunnilingus, no gendered pronouns/petnames, vital instrument play (tamsy), sir kink (corvus), reader has afab anatomy

m note: i am so out of ideas bro, i might make like separate one shots based on these lil scenes :0

m word count: like 400-500+ each

m character included: enjin, tamsy, corvus

part two with jabber, zodyl, gris, follo next maybe?

you honestly didn't think enjin was the type to eat. really you didn't, it was way past dinnertime, so what had him spreading your thighs with his calloused palms like this so late into the night?

the mission was an incredible success, enjin was having the best round of his life, and it only got even better when your kisses would be so much more than just one, because it turned to two... turned to three, then four...

so all of a sudden when he trails his love bites down your stomach all the way to your...

"s- stay still..." dipping his tongue deeper into you kept your back arched, your thighs still quivering around his head, subconsciously, you didn't know if you wanted to keep him there or to push him off, really.

well, usually when it came to your usual love-making activities, he'd say foreplay is his favorite because he'll end up forgetting to fuck you with his dick when you taste so good on his tongue instead.

even when it came to kissing up your thighs, what can i say, he's one (im)patient man!

"nnnha! 'jin... w— wait... haahn s- slow down!" muttering under your breath, it was one of the factors that made enjin the munch he is for you, your hands buried in his hair while you continued to bury his mouth deeper into your folds, his nose bumps into your sensitive clit every now and then.

your brows furrowed, his hands squeeze your thighs—a quiet way of telling you to stop squirming.

"keep those pretty eyes open f'me, sweet..." mumbling into your cunt, darker hues becloud your cheeks, it was adorable how badly you were struggling in his hands, enjin's indurated fingertips rubbed small circles onto the soft plush of each thigh; tonguefucking a person as cute as you were probably had to be one of the best feelings out there.

"mmnf enjin please, t'much..." face being buried so deep in your pussy, he loved the way you tasted in his mouth, if you'd let him, he would stay between your soft thighs. your pulse quickened when the musk continued to fall off your forehead; licking long stripes up your slit to see the way your back would arch so undeniably,

he could hear the gasp for air in shock from you, only ever briefly removing his mouth to place lust-filled kisses and bites on your inner thighs. your spine continues to shudder, it was mean how your vision was so blurred. drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth, your grasp on his hair only clenches.

a shaky exhale leaves you, his tongue only slurps and sucks at your sweet clit with urgency, the pressure building up again right below your stomach, making you groan again; aching at how close you were again, your eyes widen before you shut them, almost not wanting to feel the rush of bliss again.

"mmm... y're close, arenf't ya," it's sick how easily enjin could tonguefuck you, how easily he could get you to come on his mouth, he could only tell by your breathing fragments that you were slowly starting to reach your peak, a small tear slips past your eyelid.

your heart beats rapidly, nearly out your chest, his arms tighten around your waist and brings your hips as close as possible;

you didn't even know really where to place your palms, yet all of a sudden your body's tension suddenly snapped, "fuckin' come, sweet! come on my tongue!"

was all you heard until your juices gushed into his mouth, flashes of white spark behind your eyes when your fourth orgasm peaks—it's alarming how fast you would cave into the pleasure he could give you.

you always joked to your boyfriend tamsy that he should tie you up so he could tease your body while you resist against the blue thread... it wasn't a bad idea, you mentioned it months ago, is it a crime he wanted to keep that in mind?

not really.

the mission felt like a fresh breath of air for those who've been looking for a hard case that was actually easy.

so edging you with adorable little kitten licks while his vital instrument kept your legs apart, blue rope securely keeping your thighs nicely sprawled open for him while cold air gives more attention to you than his tongue does :(

cold ghost touches trace your legs up and down, enough to make you shiver at how carefully he'd watch your face for any of the adorable reactions you had.

despite it showing on his face, he still had the need to hide his clear interest in pleasing you by teasing you for almost way too long...

"n- nngh!" you shut your eyes almost immediately before your lashes flutter open again, with disappointment clear in your face. "tamsy! are you even gonna... ahh start? if not i could just- whhaa!"

you voice cracked uncharacteristically when he dove his tongue into your cunt, now casually making out with your sweet clit; moving a hand to slip a finger inside your warm, soppy entrance. now it was your turn in wanting to hide what you actually feel like!

"mmmn, tastes s'much nicerf th... mmhaa- than i th- thought." his voice vibrates your cunt with a certain softness to it, your fingers thread into his hair while your hips rock themselves into his mouth.

it's an addiction, an urge you could say, for tamsy to move his mouth, working his tongue in your hole. but before you could even think to form a response, his thumb is rubbing nicely up against your swollen clit.

making your breath hitch, eyebrows knit, and pull his hair.

tamsy wasn't even one to be really vocal necessarily, but you made it hard to not when you'd squirm whenever the pulses of his words were echo into your whole being, small and noticeable shivers run up and down your spine. nodding frantically under intoxication, breathy moans that fell desperate on your tongue,

a fist of his hair in your balled palm was all he needed to see how need y you were, especially when you had the great idea of pushing his face even deeper inside you. tasting parts no one else has ever touched...

another thing he favored a lot when eating you out was your skin being squished by the rope, watching your soft thighs spill around the rope that kept you spread made his own eyes roll back,

his one hand on your thigh keeps a strong grip, locking you onto his mouth and bringing you as close as he could.

well... i'd have something funny he'd say here but really, he can't speak from how good you taste.

you feared to be around your boss, corvus, whenever something hadn't exactly gone to plan. it succeeds but at the cost of his team? most importantly: you, his secretary. it hurt him to see that the person who had plead loyalty and allegiance to him and the cleaners for as long as forever...

to see you being touched by someone that wasn't him on a mission that required you both to fake being a couple at a certain event.

he couldn't take it.

so here he was, the corvus of the cleaners, rapidly lapping at your adorably aroused, wet slit. your thighs sit nicely over his shoulders while he effortlessly lifts your lower body to be able to kiss every part. big hands resting on each side of your thigh,

you were spreading your folds for him, barely one eye open when you take peeks at the man you've been calling boss most of your time with him hungrily eat you out with a fucking passion. it was hard to tell if he was kissing or slurping, but there's one thing you knew,

and it's that he ravished you.

"f- uuckk... s- sir, pleasef— slow do... haah!"

your words die out completely when you let out an audible gasp, your hands flies to his head to push him in deeper; you could both feel and hear clearly that the pace he set suddenly accelerated. wait... you don't think he has a...

he removes his mouth from your cunt briefly, a clean 'pop!' sound echoes fast as he gives you another hungry stare, "say that again."

warm breath falling against your climax-ridden pussy, your face was flushed with dark hues, matching your squirming behavior as you remain flustered and frozen.

"i... huh?" you barely had a moment to think before he slipped two cold, and unnerving digits into your entrance, "ahhngh!"

"i want you to say it again. call me sir, sweetheart."

hardly being able to gather your thoughts properly, you blink through the strong vanilla scent he had helped you get for the occasion earlier.

jolts of electricity ran up your spine when he continues to grind his long fingers against your g-spot, making your back arch onto them, your mouth agape with a scarce sound out your mouth. squeezing around his digits wasn't helping your case at all either,

"go on, ask me to keep going."

you can only give an eager nod as you tried your best to even come up with the courage to speak, "mmn... sir?" god he could feel a twitch in his pants hearing your voice call out to him like that.

"can you.. ngh- please keep eating me o- out...?"

there are so many times he had wished he could just pull you aside and ease the tension in you. so many different situations, and now when he finally gets the satisfaction... is it so bad a man wants to please what's his when they've been so good for him all these years?

his loyal secretary.

his.

"nngh- ahh cor- s'good..." tears started to build up in the edges of your eyes, same beautiful eyes you'd use to ensure the cleaners stayed as diligent and disciplined while he wasn't there... now they're awestruck at the mess you made on his mouth.

your high almost immediately comes back, heat pooling just as much as it did earlier... was it his delirious pacing with his tongue? or maybe...

it was the way one hand would stay on your thigh to keep you stable, while the other would press a hand on your lower stomach. harshly might i add.

you could feel your jaw almost drop, a small drop of drool starting to dribble out your mouth while your legs jerk involuntarily, you don't know where to place your hands until—

a snap of electricity shocks your whole body, you barely even let out a cry of pleasure from how good it felt, hearing corvus swallow up your gushing juices only made it feel even better.

it was only the overstimulation that he continued to cause using his tongue while you were still trying your best to recovery from the heaven-sent orgasm he had just launched into you without even using his cock.

[sparklypinkcum]

mm idc i love mock sympathy

[kashun]

━━━ BOYFRIEND INTERRUPTION PROTOCOL.

𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ you distract your nerdy boyfriend from studying with an overwhelming amount of kisses until he forgets what he was even working on.

✿ ◞◟) gojo satoru 𝓍 gn!reader

𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 suggestive, nerd!satoru, established relationship, domestic fluff, mutual pining . . . except they’re already dating, lovestruck!reader, satoru being the prettiest boy ever, lots and lots of kisses everywhere, satoru is a blushing mess.

the apartment smelled like old paper and the faint, slightly burnt remnant of instant coffee satoru had made hours ago and promptly forgotten about.

it was a familiar scent, woven into the fabric of your shared space, a testimony to the academic chaos that was your boyfriend’s life. the only light in the living room came from a single, scarred desk lamp, its yellowed beam creating a small, concentrated island of illumination on the mountain of books and papers that covered the table. and there, at the very center of this organized pandemonium sat gojo satoru.

you paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a small, private smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

this was your favorite version of satoru, not the charming, effortlessly brilliant student who could dismantle a complex theorem with a lazy grin, but this one; the one who was so deeply absorbed in his studies that the rest of the world ceased to exist. his glasses, a pair of sleek, dark-framed ones he only wore when his contacts got too dry from staring at a screen for hours, were perched on his nose, slightly askew. one of the legs was tucked behind his ear, the other was not, making the entire frame sit at a jaunty, almost comical angle, and he was completely oblivious to it.

he was dressed for comfort with a soft grey hoodie, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing the lean, defined muscles of his forearms. his hair, that iconic, beautiful white hair that usually looked like a celestial cloud, was a disaster. soft tufts stuck up in every direction, a few stubborn strands plastered to his temple, a result of running his fingers through it. satoru’s head was propped on his hand, his brow furrowed as he stared at a particularly dense page of text, his lips moving silently as he read. he was so focused, so utterly adorable in his nerdy, intense concentration, that it made your chest ache with a wave of pure, unadulterated affection.

satoru was also, you noted with a warmth that bloomed low in your stomach, incredibly, incredibly hot.

it was a strange dichotomy he embodied perfectly; the ridiculous glasses, the messy hair, the oversized hoodie — all of it screamed 'cute, loveable nerd!'. but then there was the sharp line of his jaw, the way his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, the sheer, overwhelming masculine grace in the way he held himself even while hunched over a textbook. that bone-deep beauty that he seemed so unaware of in these moments, which only made it all the more potent.

you slowly pushed off from the doorframe, your footsteps soft on the wooden floor.

you didn’t want to startle satoru completely, but a small part of you, the part that was currently being consumed by a huge wave of adoration, wanted to see the exact moment his focus shattered. you crept up behind your boyfriend, your shadow falling over his work. he didn’t react, not even a flinch, so lost in his own world he was. you leaned down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, and whispered;

"you’re doing the thing."

“hmm?" satoru mumbled, not looking up, his pen still scratching a note in the margin. "what thing?"

"the thing where you look like you’re trying to solve world hunger and global warming at the same time," you murmured slowly, your lips now ghosting along satoru’s jawline. "it’s very . . . strenuous."

satoru paused then, his hand stilling. a slow, pleased shiver ran through him, so subtle you wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t pressed so close.

"it’s just a paper on quantu—mmph . . . !"

you cut him off, but not with a kiss on the lips, no.

you placed a soft, deliberate peck right on the corner of his mouth. a simple, chaste little thing, but it was enough to finally pull satoru’s attention away from the page.

your boyfriend blinked, his head turning slightly to look at you, his glasses still crooked. his eyes, a brilliant, captivating shade of cerulean, were a little unfocused, like he was dragging himself back from the theoretical realm of quantum entanglement to the very real, very immediate you.

"b-baby . . . " he said, a soft, dopey smile spreading across his face, the tension in his shoulders easing.

"mhhh. you’re very pretty when you’re concentrating, you know that?"

a faint blush, the barest hint of pink, dusted his cheeks.

"i’m not pretty," satoru mumbled, a knee-jerk protest, his eyes already drifting back to his notes. "i’m . . . i’m a force of nature. a towering intellect. pretty is a—hey!"

you had done it again, this time placing a kiss on his forehead, right on the smooth skin just above his eyebrow. you felt his muscles relax under your lips, the tension melting away from his brow. you pulled back just enough to see his expression, a mix of surprised pleasure and growing bewilderment.

"what was that for?" satoru asked, and his voice was a little higher than usual.

"you had a wrinkle right there," you said, your voice taking on a matter-of-fact tone. "from frowning. very bad for your skin. i’m just doing my duty as a concerned partner."

"my skin is flawless, thank you very much," he retorted, a familiar, defensive sass creeping into his voice.

but satoru’s blush was deepening, spreading from his cheeks down to his neck. he was trying to look affronted, but his eyes, still a little wide and glassy, were betraying him. he liked this. he liked the attention, the interruption.

you took a step closer, now standing directly beside his chair. you didn’t give satoru a chance to recover, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose, right where his glasses sat. satoru’s skin was so warm.

"you’re getting sunspots," you murmured against satoru’s skin. "or . . . lamp-spots. from all this studying."

"i don’t get sunspots," satoru whispered, his voice cracking just a little.

his hands had come up, hovering uselessly in the air between you, like he wasn't sure whether to push you away or pull you closer. he settled on gently gripping your hips, his thumbs stroking the fabric of your shirt. it was a grounding gesture, his way of trying to maintain some semblance of control.

you hummed, a non-committal sound, and moved to press a kiss to his cheek. the skin there was impossibly soft, and you stayed there for a moment, feeling the warmth of his face, the slight stutter of his breath. he smelled like old books, coffee, and something uniquely, comfortingly satoru.

"you smell like a library," you whispered, your lips brushing against his cheekbone.

"is that a good thing?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

satoru’s long lashes were fluttering, his eyes closing on their own accord.

"the best thing," you confirmed, and then you were kissing his temple, the hinge of his jaw, a spot just below his ear that you knew was a hidden treasure trove of nerve endings.

your sweet boyfriend gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound, and his hips jerked in his chair. his fingers tightened on your hips, a silent plea for mercy you weren’t ready to give.

“y/n . . . " he breathed, a world of meaning in your name. it was a plea, a warning, an invitation.

you pulled back just enough to look at satoru, to take in the magnificent, messy picture he made — his glasses were now truly a catastrophe, hanging off one ear and precariously balanced on the other, the bridge resting on the very tip of his nose. satoru’s hair was even more of a mess, courtesy of his own restless fingers. his face was a symphony of reds and pinks, the blush spreading down his neck and disappearing into the collar of his hoodie. his lips were slightly parted, his breath coming in shallow, rapid pants.

satoru looked utterly, deliciously undone, and all from a few chaste kisses from you.

but the most potent detail was his eyes. that brilliant blue, usually so sharp, so full of clever mischief, was now dark, hazy, and completely, utterly focused on you.

there was a vulnerability there, a raw, unguarded longing that made your heart clench. he looked beautiful. he looked perfect. he looked like he was about to combust if you didn't kiss him properly, and the sight of him like this — this brilliant, beautiful boy, brought to such a tender, wanton state just by you — ignited a primal, possessive heat deep inside you.

"you’re so cute," you said, your voice dropping to a husky whisper. "and so, so fucking hot, you know that? you have no idea what you do to me, sitting here looking like a wet dream in your nerdy glasses."

satoru’s adam’s apple bobbed again.

"not a wet dream," he managed to choke out, a last-ditch effort at his usual bravado. he sounded so small, so out of his depth. so perfectly, wonderfully him. "just . . . a very tired student who really wants to—mmph!"

you had had enough of his adorable, pathetic protests.

you shut him up properly this time, cupping your boyfriend’s face in your hands and leaning in to press your lips to his. it was a soft, gentle kiss at first, a simple meeting of mouths, but the moment your lips touched, it was like a spark to tinder.

satoru made a small, desperate sound against your mouth, his hands relinquishing their grip on your hips to come up and bury themselves in your hair, pulling you closer. the kiss deepened, his lips parting under yours, and you obliged him, your tongue brushing against his lower lip. he tasted like coffee and the faint, sweet residue of the cherry chapstick the young boy always used.

you broke the kiss, but only to tilt satoru’s head back, giving you better access to his neck.

you trailed a line of open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat, feeling his pulse hammering a frantic rhythm against your lips. you found his pulse point, that spot that was always so sensitive, and you sucked, gently, just enough to leave a faint, pink mark. satoru whimpered, a sound of pure pleasure, his hips bucking up against your thigh.

"y/n, please . . . " satoru gasped, his head falling back further, completely surrendering to your onslaught.

you nibbled on his collarbone, which was peeking out from the neckline of his hoodie. you kissed the hollow of satoru’s throat, the slope of his shoulder. you kissed satoru’s eyelids, his eyebrows, the tip of his nose again. you were everywhere, dotting satoru’s face and neck with a constellation of affection. you kissed the spot behind his ear, and he shivered violently. you pressed a kiss to his chin, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, teasing him, drawing it out, savouring every minute tremor and low moan you could coax from him.

satoru’s glasses had finally fallen off completely, landing with a soft clatter on the book he’d been reading.

he didn’t even notice. his world had narrowed to you, to the sensation of your lips on his skin. his hands were tangled in your hair, clutching at you, his fingers flexing and uncurling, a sign of his absolute, hopeless surrender.

satoru’s face was a mess of colour, his skin completely flushed, his lips swollen and slick, his eyes completely dazed. he was a masterpiece of flustered desire, a picture of devastating vulnerability that he only ever showed you. the smart, sharp-tongued genius was completely and utterly putty in your hands. it was a heady feeling, a powerful intoxication; satoru loved you, and you loved him, and in this moment, that was the only truth in the universe.

finally, you couldn't take the teasing anymore.

the sight of him, the taste of his skin, the sound of his desperate little gasps — it was all too much. you needed more. you needed to devour him completely.

you captured satoru’s mouth again, but this time, there was no gentleness; it was a hungry, possessive kiss, your tongue tangling with his, claiming him, tasting him. you poured all your pent-up adoration and want into that kiss, and he met you with equal fervour, his own tongue dancing with yours, his hands tightening in your hair. he kissed you back like you were the air he needed to breathe, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered; and to satoru, you were.

you broke the kiss only when you were both gasping for air, your foreheads resting together, your breath mingling in the small space between you.

satoru’s eyes were closed, his long, white lashes fanned out against his flushed cheeks. a single, soft, shaky moan escaped his lips, the sound of a man completely and utterly conquered.

"your face is sooo red," you whispered, a teasing lilt in your voice, though you were just as breathless as he was. "like a very pretty tomato."

he managed to crack one eye open, peering at you through his lashes. a weak, crooked grin spread across his face.

"you’re very mean," satoru mumbled, his voice hoarse. "and i love you."

you smiled, a genuine, heart-stopping smile that crinkled the corners of your pretty eyes. you leaned in, kissing the red tip of satoru’s nose again.

"i love you too, my nerdy, beautiful boy. now," you said, pulling back and looking pointedly at the scattered papers. "what was that paper on again? quantum . . . something?"

satoru groaned, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder, his body completely slumping against yours in a heap of exhausted, contented defeat.

"i think i forgot," he mumbled into your shirt.

you laughed, a soft, happy sound, and pressed a kiss to the crown of satoru’s messy white hair.

"good," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him. "then take a break. study later."

you felt the smile spread against your shoulder as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

yeah . . . this was your favourite version of satoru, and you were never, ever going to get tired of it.

masterlist.

[ttakdoll]

꩜ – FRAT PRESIDENT SATORU GOJO (and the shy girl he's obsessed with!)

(18+) HEADCANONS :: – frat!gojo x innocent!reader, college au, smut, dom!gojo, handjobs, praise, corruption kink, manipulative behavior, slight dub-con

frat president!satoru, who’s used to every type of girl at his party except you, all big eyes, wandering around his house like you didn’t know what to do. he’s asked suguru to offer you everything under the sun in the last thirty or so minutes — a drink, a smoke, a joint. you just politely decline, shaking your head so prettily.

frat president!satoru, who swears he’s just got an ego when he decides he’ll be the one to show you all of that and more. he could do it if suguru couldn’t, if no one else could.

he starts off all nice, walking you to all your classes, offering his sweaters in the lectures you had together (which he only started attending for you), buying you lunch and listening to your cute little rants about your worst profs.

frat president!satoru learns that you like being held when he’s the first one to find you after an exam you swear you’d failed. he doesn’t get it ‘til he’d realized your eyes are all glassy, so shiny as you peered up at him with wobbling lips, trying not to cry in front of him.

frat president!satoru loves the way you’d just melted into his arms after that. he calls you easy to his friends for it, but something inside him never wants to let go whenever you’re willing to press yourself into his chest, wherever you’re willing to do it.

frat president!satoru, who asks you what you’re wearing all the time and sends even prettier things to wear to your dorm when he thinks you can do better.

frat president!satoru, who’s spiraling at night, jerking off to your contact photo, wrapping his large hand around his dick and pretending like it’s that sweet mouth of yours engulfing his length. he imagines how shy you’d be, lips parted wide, smearing pre-cum and replacing your candy lip balm. he wants you tasting like him, those soft cheeks drenched in his cum, eyes screwed shut until he’s all you can think about.

frat president!satoru likes making you need him, doting on you and driving you around like a princess, spoiling you until you frown whenever his hand isn’t on your hip, or whenever he dodges your calls for fraternity meetings. he likes the idea that you might become obsessed with him (like he is with you). 

frat president!satoru, who’s grinning cruelly the minute you finally tell him, “you know, you do so much for me, I feel like I’m not doing enough for you.” in that nervous voice of yours one day, while you’re tucked into his side at your apartment.

frat president!satoru, who’s never missed a meeting or a call until that day, when he’s finally got you whimpering shyly in his lap while he gently mouths at your neck, tasting that perfume he’s been searching online for for weeks, whispering about how he’s so grateful you wanna help him out, how sweet you are for making it up to him too even when you didn't have to.

but he’s been waiting for weeks, you’re all soft and impressionable on him, and he’s not letting a moment of your kindness go to waste.

frat president!satoru guides you with a husky voice when he teaches you to spit in your own palm and wrap your hand around his cock, nearly shivering at the contact  — “make me feel good, pretty girl, it’s the least you can do.”

frat president!satoru, who just chuckles at the fact that you’re all nervous, looking up at him as if asking what to do next, just for him to wrap his palm around yours, engulfing it entirely. he groans lowly as he moves your palm up and down on his already-hard length, bottom lip catching between his teeth at how warm your hand feels against his dick.

“shit, just keep it like that, baby, up and down…”

frat president!satoru, who kisses you slow when you gasp at how he bucks up into your hand, keeping his own wrapped around it while desperately attempting not to just use you, jerk himself off with your tiny little fingers, maneuver you down and slam himself deep into your tight cunt. “hah — fuck, gorgeous, y— you’re good at this, huh? so good for me, so fucking cute…”

“i’ve never done this before,” you admit into frat president!satoru’s mouth, hushed and breathy like it’s a secret. he wants to fucking laugh, but he’s cut short by a low hiss as you thumb at his slit without him having to teach you, making him lose his mind piece by piece. shit, you’re just perfect, aren’t you? 

“am — am I doing okay, satoru?” 

frat president!satoru has nearly had enough of patience when you say that. shit, he bites down into your lip without even realizing, hand tightening around yours when you whimper. and it’s barely enough to notice at first, but he pumps your hand around him faster, growling into your mouth at the way your fingertips flex around his length, making a slick! sound that echoes across the room.

“you’re — shit, just like that — doing perfect, baby. so perfect.” frat president!satoru groans into your throat, even though he’s using your hand like a fuck toy now, smearing his own pre-cum mixed with your saliva all over his huge dick, bucking his hips up into your plush skin like a glorified fleshlight.

the only one he’s dreamed of in the past few weeks, at least.

frat president!satoru gets off on how eager you are to match his pace, his other hand cupping your cheeks to purse your pretty mouth open for him as he spits down your throat and relishes in your confused little whine. he doesn’t even realize how tightly he’s gripping your hand now, forcing you to jerk his cock faster.

“that’s it,” he pants into your lips, “just let me have you, okay? hah— so good, shit, you’ve been wanting this too, haven’t you?”

“satoru—” your voice is a wet dream, how it feathers off around the edges and breaks like you’re not sure.

frat president!satoru groans at the sound of your confusion. “been, fuck, thinking about this, baby. want you creaming on my cock next, yeah? or maybe it’s — haah! — too big for your first time. gotta — shit — prep you first.”

frat president!satoru spills into your hand with one last rough stroke of both your hands around his length, gasping low with his tongue down your throat as he finally lets your hand go. he watches the way your palm shakes, eyes dark, lifting your cum-covered fingertips to your mouth without thinking. and he thinks you won’t do it, until—

your sweet fucking tongue darts out to lick experimentally at your own fingers, and satoru thinks he’s gone to heaven.

frat president!satoru, who can’t help himself when he’s grabbing you by the waist now, laying you flat on your back and coming up to slot his knee between your thighs, committing the way your face scrunches up in both confusion and pleasure to memory. he thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing in the world, and he wants you broken in every way possible until you can’t fuck any other guy without imagining his dick. 

“thank you, baby,” he grins against your neck. “can i make you feel good now?”

frat president!satoru, who decided he’d never let you fuck anyone else anyways the moment you'd nodded.

@ ttakdoll, 2026

inspired by an anon request for a shy reader!!

[lszv]

Being delusional is my specialty

[bee2124]

I’ve genuinely locked in harder reading fanfiction this summer than I did on my uni assignments

[flowersforyen]

Boyfriend!Suna who prefers to stay in and watch a movie with you. Both of you sprawled across the sofa, blankets and pillows scattered everywhere. You're both not even watching the movie properly, mainly on your phones, but in some way he's always grounded to you - legs intertwined, hands brushing, playing with your hair. He always has some form of contact with you.

Boyfriend!Suna who worries he'll lose you in public when you decide to wander off. His solution? Well, it's to keep you anchored to him by tugging at your belt loops or slipping a steady arm around your waist. He likes using his calloused hand to gently palm at your waist to keep you anchored to him. The second you even think about slipping away, he’s pulling you back before leaning down slightly and raising an eyebrow at you. 

Boyfriend!Suna who loves it when you play with his hands. When you gently trace around the numerous callouses littering his hands from intense volleyball training or when your smaller fingers mindlessly fiddle with his larger ones. 

Boyfriend!Suna who likes to keep a part of you with him throughout the day. One of your hairbands? Fake nail glue he keeps just in case one of yours falls off again? The little hand cream you love the smell of so much? Either way he's always prepared if you need anything.

Boyfriend!Suna who acts like you've been married for 30 years already. He keeps a photo of you in his wallet - although it's tearing at the sides and has creases, it's still his most prized possession. 

Boyfriend!Suna who tries to get you a sweet treat after his practice. There's a bakery which you love close to the gym. Every so often he comes back to your shared apartment, hiding the box behind his back, fox eyes softening slightly at the edges as you squeal in delight and place the box on the counter before launching at him to give him a hug.

Boyfriend!Suna whose friends all know about you. They know your favourite flowers, snacks, movies.. the list is endless. “My girlfriend did this..”, “Oh my girlfriend likes…”.  All because this emotionally constipated man actually never shuts up about you.

Boyfriend!Suna whose love language is quality time. You could be sitting in silence or be out and about. Either way, all he wants to do is spend time with you regardless of what you're doing.

Boyfriend!Suna who hides when he's flustered very well. Except you've realised that his ears tinge the faintest pink and so does his neck which he often tries to hide by placing his hand over it.

Boyfriend!Suna who never got over his nerdy interests as a kid. He still collects pokemon cards and you know he’ll give you any of the ones you want, always reserving the cute ones for you. 

Boyfriend!Suna who loves to make playlists for you. Any songs that remind him of you are immediately added and he’s always playing them on repeat. He loves to create playlists for the both of you and always listens to new music you recommend him.

Boyfriend!Suna whose camera roll is full of pictures of you. Most of them being candids he took when you weren't looking - one of you brushing your teeth in the mirror, another of you feeding some ducks at a pond… all of these little moments he can’t bear to delete. 

Boyfriend!Suna who loves to tease you and make you squirm - it’s his way of showing affection towards you. He’ll purposely tighten lids just so you’d go to him, a pout adorning your lips as you begrudgingly ask for help. He’d also place jars on the highest shelves just so you can ask for his help. He’d come up behind you, chest brushing against yours and rough hands gripping your waist before leaning up to retrieve said jar. All whilst being nonchalant and trying to see if he can get a reaction from you.

my first post - lwk so scared

shoutout to my twin may who helped me brainstorm, mwuah i love u

i hope you guys like it :3

[flowersforyen]

Boyfriend!Suna who prefers to stay in and watch a movie with you. Both of you sprawled across the sofa, blankets and pillows scattered everywhere. You're both not even watching the movie properly, mainly on your phones, but in some way he's always grounded to you - legs intertwined, hands brushing, playing with your hair. He always has some form of contact with you.

Boyfriend!Suna who worries he'll lose you in public when you decide to wander off. His solution? Well, it's to keep you anchored to him by tugging at your belt loops or slipping a steady arm around your waist. He likes using his calloused hand to gently palm at your waist to keep you anchored to him. The second you even think about slipping away, he’s pulling you back before leaning down slightly and raising an eyebrow at you. 

Boyfriend!Suna who loves it when you play with his hands. When you gently trace around the numerous callouses littering his hands from intense volleyball training or when your smaller fingers mindlessly fiddle with his larger ones. 

Boyfriend!Suna who likes to keep a part of you with him throughout the day. One of your hairbands? Fake nail glue he keeps just in case one of yours falls off again? The little hand cream you love the smell of so much? Either way he's always prepared if you need anything.

Boyfriend!Suna who acts like you've been married for 30 years already. He keeps a photo of you in his wallet - although it's tearing at the sides and has creases, it's still his most prized possession. 

Boyfriend!Suna who tries to get you a sweet treat after his practice. There's a bakery which you love close to the gym. Every so often he comes back to your shared apartment, hiding the box behind his back, fox eyes softening slightly at the edges as you squeal in delight and place the box on the counter before launching at him to give him a hug.

Boyfriend!Suna whose friends all know about you. They know your favourite flowers, snacks, movies.. the list is endless. “My girlfriend did this..”, “Oh my girlfriend likes…”.  All because this emotionally constipated man actually never shuts up about you.

Boyfriend!Suna whose love language is quality time. You could be sitting in silence or be out and about. Either way, all he wants to do is spend time with you regardless of what you're doing.

Boyfriend!Suna who hides when he's flustered very well. Except you've realised that his ears tinge the faintest pink and so does his neck which he often tries to hide by placing his hand over it.

Boyfriend!Suna who never got over his nerdy interests as a kid. He still collects pokemon cards and you know he’ll give you any of the ones you want, always reserving the cute ones for you. 

Boyfriend!Suna who loves to make playlists for you. Any songs that remind him of you are immediately added and he’s always playing them on repeat. He loves to create playlists for the both of you and always listens to new music you recommend him.

Boyfriend!Suna whose camera roll is full of pictures of you. Most of them being candids he took when you weren't looking - one of you brushing your teeth in the mirror, another of you feeding some ducks at a pond… all of these little moments he can’t bear to delete. 

Boyfriend!Suna who loves to tease you and make you squirm - it’s his way of showing affection towards you. He’ll purposely tighten lids just so you’d go to him, a pout adorning your lips as you begrudgingly ask for help. He’d also place jars on the highest shelves just so you can ask for his help. He’d come up behind you, chest brushing against yours and rough hands gripping your waist before leaning up to retrieve said jar. All whilst being nonchalant and trying to see if he can get a reaction from you.

my first post - lwk so scared

shoutout to my twin may who helped me brainstorm, mwuah i love u

i hope you guys like it :3

[darkkissdiary]

when i discovered i could read stories about having sex with my fictional husbands

[ye1xthena]

im still hanging on how to i use this shi😭💔I wanna make more yomi(gsk) headcanon so im like, sighs pls😭😭

[nillakook]

i literally can't find any post timeskip ushiwaka fics I'M GOING INSANE OVER HERE I MISS MY BABY DADDY

[ye1xthena]

PLS PPLS PLSSSS

[natti-ice]

[powerhayakawaa]

when you're trying to find a good fanfic to read but your tumblr fyp is genuinly shit

[ohangeleyes]

alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:

1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..

2. x reader consumers getting WAY too entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that say "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.

at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.

i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️

and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.

[masterfay]

When I see that one perfect fanfic and accidentally refresh