☆₊⁺ Starr ⁺₊☆

Starr ☆

• she/her

• reader • writer (soon 👀) • editor on TikTok 🫣 • chronically online 👀😳

fandoms

* Attack on Titan

* Jujutsu Kaisen

* My hero academia

* Naruto

* And genuinely every single anime

currently obsessed with

* tyriq withers

* whole jjk cast

* Bakugo ofc 🙄

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Toji!fushiguro x reader

he gets what he wants. Except this time, you’re the problem ✧

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Cw: suggestive, sneaky link, casual relationship, mentions of STIs/BV 😭, f!reader, this is a troll post, just for fun.

WC: 428

The text lit up your phone for the third time that night.

Toji: u up?

You stared at it, stomach twisting. You’d already said no twice. The third one came with a begging voice note that was just him grumbling, “C’mon baby, don’t make me drive over there and drag your fine ass out the house.”

You sighed, weak as hell, and typed back: “Fine. Be there in 20.”

Toji’s place smelled like cheap cigarettes and the cologne he stole from some guy he “borrowed money” from. The second you stepped inside he was on you-big hands grabbing your waist, scarred lips crashing into yours like he’d been waiting all week. He tasted like beer and bad decisions. You kissed him back, nervous as hell, heart hammering for all the wrong reasons.

He walked you backwards toward the couch, mouth on your neck, one hand already sliding down to your waistband.

“Missed this pussy,” he muttered against your skin, fingers popping the button on your jeans like it owed him money.

“Wait-… Toji, not today.”

He paused, eyebrow raised, that lazy smirk still on his face. “Why? You on your period or somethin’?”

“No.”

Toji shrugged. “Then what’s up?”

You hesitated, but before you could find the words, his impatient ass was already tugging at your zipper. The second the denim slid low enough-

A thick, warm, unmistakable WOOSH of pungent, fishy stench rolled out like a bomb.

Toji froze. His eyes widened.

“WHEW SHIT?!” He recoiled so fast he nearly tripped over his own damn feet. “Why is it already stankin’?!”

You yanked your pants back up, face burning with embarrassment. “I told you I didn’t want to come! I THINK I got chlamydia?! An STI??”

Toji’s face went through the five stages of grief in 0.3 seconds. Confusion. Disgust. Pure horror.

“Oh hell nah.” He pointed at the door. “You better get the fuck out my house. I can’t have you stinkin’ up the place like that.”

You stumbled toward the exit as he kept shoving you out. “I TOLD you I didn’t wanna come!”

“Yeah, well you shoulda TOLD me you had a goddamn STI, gah damn!” he barked, one massive hand planted on your lower back, pushing. Right before he slammed the door in your face he added, “This shit cannot be an STI, check that out then come holla at your boy.”

The door shut with a loud bang.

You stood there in the night air, half-dressed, mortified, and somehow still unsurprised.

From inside you heard him yelling, “And air this bitch out, fuck!”

a/n: this fic is purely for comedic purposes and is not meant to shame anyone with STIs, BV, or any other conditions. So I’m sorry if this came off as disrespectful or offensive.

Nerd!Gojo x reader

he’ll help you pass the class if you teach him how to fuck.

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CW: penetration, college au, smut, protection, getting ate out 👀, consensual, intimacy with no strings attached, one shot, fingering, blow job, one shot, hand job, oral f!receiving, makeout, hickeys, foreplay, tittie play.

WC: 1.1k

“Miss, your grade is slipping dangerously. You will attend tutoring sessions with Gojo twice a week, or you can forget about passing this class.”

Professor Yaga didn’t leave room for argument. That was how you ended up in the quiet corner of the library every Tuesday and Thursday, sitting across from the campus genius himself.

Satoru Gojo.

He wasn’t what you expected. Tall, fluffy white hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, round glasses that he kept pushing up his nose, and an oversized hoodie that made him look softer than he probably meant to. He was insanely smart- explaining concepts in ways that actually clicked… but painfully awkward. He blushed every time your knees brushed under the table and stammered when you leaned in to look at his notes.

The first two sessions were strictly academic. You actually started understanding the material. But by the third session, Gojo was fidgeting more than usual, chewing on the end of his pen.

“I have a proposal,” he finally blurted out, cheeks flushed pink. “I’ll tutor you as much as you need. Free. I’ll make sure you pass with at least a B+, maybe even an A. Whatever it takes.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “And what do you want in return, Gojo?”

He swallowed hard, eyes dropping to the table.

“Teach me… intimate stuff. Kissing. Touching. Sex. All of it. I’m tired of being the nerd who doesn’t know anything outside textbooks. Help me stop being a loser and I’ll get you through this class.”

No slow burn. No pretending.

You stared at him for a long second, then grinned.

“Deal.”

Your dorm room was dimly lit by the string lights above your bed. Gojo stood in the middle of the room looking adorably out of place, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket, glasses slightly fogged from nerves.

“Relax,” you said softly, stepping closer. You reached up and gently pulled his glasses off, folding them on your desk. “We’re not rushing anything. First lesson: how to kiss properly.”

You cupped his face. He was taller, so you tugged him down a little. “Just follow my lead. And breathe.”

The first kiss was awkward… his lips stiff, nose bumping yours. But when you tilted your head and softened the kiss, he melted. You showed him how to move slower, how to tease with his tongue. He learned fast. Within minutes he was kissing you back like he’d been starving for it, hands hesitantly resting on your waist.

“Is this okay?” he whispered against your lips, always checking.

“More than okay,” you murmured. “You’re a quick learner, Gojo.”

He gained confidence with every correction. You guided his hands under your shirt, showing him how to cup and squeeze your tits, how to roll your nipples between his fingers until you were sighing into his mouth. He left his first hickey on your neck… shy at first, then bolder when you moaned and pulled him closer, sucking a matching one just below your collarbone.

You pushed him gently onto your bed and straddled his lap, grinding slowly while making out. His hands roamed your body like he was memorizing every curve.

“Want to learn more?” you asked, pulling back just enough to look at him.

Gojo’s eyes were dark, lips swollen. “Yes. Please.”

You peeled off your top, then helped him out of his hoodie. His hands were shaking a little as he touched your bare chest, but he was a natural- sucking one nipple into his mouth while his fingers played with the other, copying what made you gasp the loudest. He left wet kisses and little nips all over your tits until they were shiny with his spit and marked with faint hickeys.

You slid down, kneeling between his legs. “Lesson time. Watch and feel.”

You freed his cock. Long, pretty, and already leaking. Gojo’s breath hitched as you stroked him slowly with your hand, then took him into your mouth. You showed him how you liked to swirl your tongue, how deep you could take him. He groaned, hips twitching, one hand gently in your hair.

“F-fuck… that feels so good,” he panted. “Is this… am I supposed to-“

“You’re doing perfect,” you praised, pulling off with a wet pop and climbing back up.

You let him finger you next. At first his movements were clumsy, but you guided his long fingers, showed him how to curl them, how to rub your clit with his thumb. Once he found the right rhythm he became relentless, pumping two fingers deep while watching your face like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. He kept checking in…“Like this?” “Too fast?”-until you were riding his hand and cumming hard with a shaky moan.

Then he surprised you.

Gojo suddenly flipped you onto your back with a burst of confidence, that signature cocky grin starting to peek through the nervousness. “My turn to try something,” he murmured, voice lower than before.

He kissed his way down your body, leaving a trail of hickeys. When he settled between your thighs, he looked up at you-bright blue eyes locking onto yours as he spread you open with his thumbs. No hesitation anymore. He pressed his mouth to your pussy, tongue dragging through your folds experimentally at first, then bolder when you moaned.

He pulled back just enough to tease, lips shiny. “Taste even better than I imagined.” Then he dove back in, mouth latched onto your clit, sucking gently while his thumb took over rubbing tight circles exactly where you needed it. His other hand reached up, massaging one of your tits, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

He looked up again, eyes half-lidded and hungry, watching every twitch of your face while his tongue worked you. “Like that?” he mumbled against your pussy, the vibrations making you jolt. He was freestyling now… confident, teasing, alternating between long licks and focused sucking, never breaking eye contact for long.

You gripped his hair, hips bucking. He groaned in approval, the sound vibrating through you, and doubled down. Mouth sealed over your clit, thumb pressing firm circles, hand squeezing and kneading your tit like he couldn’t get enough.

You came hard on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head. He didn’t stop, licking you through it with a satisfied hum until you were twitching and pushing at his shoulders.

He finally pulled back, lips glossy, that cocky little smirk fully in place. “Think I’m a fast learner?”

You laughed breathlessly, pulling him up for a messy kiss.

You rolled a condom on him after that. “Ready?”

He nodded, but the confidence stayed. He slid into you slowly at first, then found his rhythm fast. Deep, steady thrusts that had you moaning his name. He kept one hand on your tit, pinching and rolling while he fucked you, eyes flicking between your face and the way your bodies connected.

Afterward, Gojo stayed buried inside you for a moment, brushing damp hair from your face with a soft, almost shy smile breaking through the cockiness.

You both came hard, tangled together and breathing heavily.

Afterward, Gojo stayed buried inside you for a moment, brushing damp hair from your face with a soft, almost shy smile breaking through the cockiness.

He hesitated, then asked quietly, cheeks still flushed, “S-same time tomorrow?”

You blinked, looking at him with a surprised little laugh. “Really?”

Gojo immediately panicked, eyes widening. “U-unless you don’t want to! We don’t have to-… I mean, it’s totally fine if this was just a one-time thing…”

You cut him off with a soft smile, still tracing lazy circles on his chest. “No, it’s fine. Sure… why not.”

His whole face lit up with relief and that signature Gojo grin.

“Cool. Cool, cool,” he mumbled, trying (and failing) to sound casual while pressing a quick, shy kiss to your shoulder.

Art credits: nek0zuu_ I think

Banner credits: @priestboy

Ouu shii you right 👀👀 I wasn’t even thinking about that cause yk gojo and geto are known as the strongest sorcerers and plus that just sounded better 😅 but maybe they’re sorcerer frats in modern day

Frat!Gojo x reader x Frat!Geto

waking up between the two strongest sorcerers. after a drunken night out ✧

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Cw: modern college au, might be ooc, love triangle, threesome, smut, penetrative sex, oral, handjob, fingering, consensual, squirting, fem reader.

Art credits: @thatsallitchief

WC: 1.02k

Sunlight filtered lazily through your dorm blinds, casting soft stripes across the bed. Your head throbbed with the remnants of last night’s party, but the warmth surrounding you was far more distracting.

You were sandwiched perfectly between them.

Suguru Geto lay in front of you, facing you, his long dark hair spilled across the pillow and one arm draped loosely over your waist. Behind you, Satoru Gojo’s chest pressed flush to your back, his leg slotted between yours, breath warm against the nape of your neck. Both of them were still in t-shirts and sweats. You were in the oversized top and shorts you’d worn to the party.

Nothing had happened. They’d just… stayed. To keep you safe.

Gojo shifted first. His hand slid slowly over your hip, fingers slipping under the hem of your top to trace circles on your bare skin. “Morning, princess,” he whispered, voice low and husky so only you could hear. “You feel so warm back here.”

Your breath caught. “Satoru… Geto’s right there-”

“Shh.” Gojo’s hand dipped lower, teasing the waistband of your shorts before sliding inside. “Stay quiet for me. Don’t wanna wake him up yet.” Two fingers brushed through your folds, finding you already slick. He let out a soft, satisfied hum. “Been thinking about this for years. Since freshman year. Every time you turned me down… I just wanted you more.”

He pressed one finger inside you slowly, curling it just right. You bit your lip hard to stifle a moan, body tensing against his. Geto’s breathing in front of you remained steady, eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

Gojo added a second finger, pumping them lazily while his thumb found your clit. “That’s it… just like that. So tight for me.” His hips rocked gently against your ass, letting you feel how hard he already was. The wet sounds of his fingers were obscene in the quiet room, but you couldn’t stop the building pressure.

Your hand flew back to grip his thigh, nails digging in as you came-hard and sudden- clenching around his fingers with a choked whimper you tried desperately to swallow.

Panting, you whispered, “We… we should stop. Before he wakes up-”

A low, amused voice came from in front of you.

“Don’t stop on my account.”

Your eyes snapped open. Geto was awake, dark eyes half-lidded and burning as they met yours. A faint smirk played on his lips. He hadn’t moved, but there was no mistaking the obvious bulge straining against his sweats, mere inches from where your bodies touched.

“Suguru-…” you started, face burning.

“I heard everything,” he said calmly, voice rough with arousal. One hand reached up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip. “Gojo’s never been subtle. And I’ve never been good at pretending I don’t want you too.” His gaze flicked over your shoulder to his best friend. “Took you long enough to start without me.”

Gojo chuckled against your neck, still slowly working his fingers inside you, drawing out the aftershocks. “Told you he’d be into it. We’ve talked about this… about sharing you.”

Geto leaned in and kissed you-deep, unhurried, and devastating. His tongue swept into your mouth as Gojo’s fingers finally withdrew, only for Gojo to tug your shorts down your thighs. Geto helped, hands roaming your body with quiet confidence, peeling your top off so you were bare between them.

They moved like they’d imagined this a hundred times.

Gojo freed himself and pressed his cock against your entrance from behind, sliding in with one smooth thrust while you were still facing Geto. You gasped into Geto’s mouth. “Fuck… so good,” Gojo groaned, gripping your hip as he started a slow, deep rhythm.

Geto broke the kiss to watch your face, one hand stroking himself lazily before guiding your hand to wrap around his length. “Touch me,” he murmured. You did, pumping him in time with Gojo’s thrusts, feeling him throb hot and heavy in your palm.

They switched after a while… Geto sliding into you from the front while Gojo knelt beside you, feeding you his cock, fingers tangled in your hair. “Look at you,” Gojo praised, voice wrecked. “Taking both of us so well.”

The pleasure kept building, hotter and messier. Geto fucked you deeper, thumb rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit while Gojo’s hand joined in, two of his long fingers pressing in alongside Geto’s cock, stretching you full.

“Mngh- fuck, wait-” you whimpered, the pressure in your belly different this time, tighter, almost too much.

“Don’t fight it, baby,” Gojo growled against your ear. “Let go. We’ve got you.”

Geto’s thrusts got harder, steadier, hitting that spot over and over while their fingers worked you relentlessly. Your thighs started trembling, breath coming in short, broken gasps.

Then it hit.

Your pussy clenched hard around them as a sudden, overwhelming rush of clear liquid sprayed out, soaking Geto’s cock, their hands, and the sheets in a hot, messy gush. You cried out, body shaking, another smaller burst following right after as they kept moving through it.

“Fuck, look at that,” Gojo groaned, eyes locked on the way your cunt pulsed and squirted around them. “So fucking pretty when you let loose like that.”

Geto’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering as he watched you fall apart. “Good girl… keep going.”

Your thighs trembled violently, clit aching and oversensitive, but they didn’t stop. Fingering and thrusting you through every last tremor until you were twitching and gasping, the new sheets completely ruined beneath you.

Finally they slowed, still buried inside you, stroking your fluttering walls through the aftershocks.

Gojo leaned down, pressing a messy kiss to your shoulder, voice low and smug. “Atta girl. Knew you had it in you.”

Geto pulled out slowly, eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked at the soaked mess between your legs. He smirked, brushing damp hair from your face.

“Ready for round two?”

♡ the morning after — Frat!Gojo x reader x Frat!Geto: waking up between the two strongest sorcerers. after a drunken night out.

♡ social skills 101 — Nerd!Gojo x reader: he’ll help you pass the class if you teach him how to fuck.

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