Hi there! My name is Cheeky Cheesecake, and I write smutty fanfics of all of my fandom faves! I can do oneshots, headcanons, etc. I'm always down for requests! But please understand that I am in school and I have ADHD, so I do take a while to post. But when I do, I promise, you're gonna love it!😉
(Also: I do some horny posting occasionally🤫)
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What I WILL write:
NSFW within boundaries
LGBTQ+
Poly x reader
Disabled reader
Reader of color
Mentally ill reader
Ship fics (I'll try, I never did that)
Gentle femdom/gentle dom
Petplay
Fluffy smut
Angsty smut
Comfort smut
Selfcest
What I WON'T write:
Rape/Dubcon/noncon in general (I'm willing to write fanfics that discuss an SA victim reclaiming their sexuality as a sort of catharsis, but actual rape fantasies, I do not do.)
Underage/Aged up/Loli/Shota characters
Furry
Raceplay
Misogyny
Yandere/Stalking/Kidnapping
Fetishized age regression
Piss, shit, vomit, fart or foot fetish
Stepcest/incest
Any fetishism of the LGBTQ+ community.
Turning a gay character "straight" for the reader's sake.
Gore
Ageplay
Extreme degradation
Fandoms~💚
Please note that this list can expand at any given time :)
Your Favorite Martian
Sweet Home webtoon
Pigpen Webtoon
So Not My Type! Webtoon by ProllyCarmen
The Walking Dead Game seasons 1-3
The Last of Us
Transformers Rescue Bots
Detroit Become Human
Heavy Rain
Life is Strange
Squid Game
The Quarry
Silent Hill 2
Stranger Things
Invincible is slowly becoming a fandom I write for (I'm getting into it)
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I decided to do this fun tag game with my super awesome mutuals + open tags for everyone who wants to join!! (☆▽☆)
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alr first gonna answer these myself and then tag my friends & moots!
1) favourite colour: green ofc!! but second place is taken by cyan (like the turquoise kinda cyan you know?? not blue!) and purple!
2) last song: No Shade by Violent Soho (they're a very cool punk rock and hardcore band btw)
3) currently reading: "Statism and Anarchy" by my bestie Bakunin
4) currently watching: rewatching Equestria Girls movies from My Little Pony franchise, but this time instead of watching them in Russian like usually, I watch them in Spanish for practice!
5) umm I think I'm not craving any food as I ate not so long ago but I'm looking forward to my favourite dinner that I've been having exactly the same since I was 12 years old, yellow peas soup! and speaking of drinks, I'm craving pomegranate flavoured energy drink that's only in supermarket far from my home :(
6) coffee or tea: TEA always I absolutely despise coffee and the smell of it makes me nauseous and gives me a headache (fun fact same thing happens with gasoline, alcohol smell, cigarette smoke, most perfume especially flower smells or citrus smells and things like flavoured shower gels or shampoos or deodorants, I only ever get non flavorued ones!)
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anyway sorry for yapping so much, tags now <3 (no order, don't think I like you less if you're at the end of list!)
Reading: uh nothing... I think I last read the call of the wild. Oh I really like crenchsaw it's a kids book about a boy and he has an imaginary friend named Crenshaw and he's a cat:3
Watching: supernatural as everyone that talks to me knows..
Craving: supernatural. Spn. Spn. Spn. Spn. Food wise tho I could rlly go for some sausage like the breakfast kind
Favorite color: Green (specifically nature-y shades of green, not like neon or anything)
Last song: Come Back Home by Maisy Kay (from the trailer for the game Lost Ember)
Currently reading: 2 books at once. Silverwing by Kenneth Oppel, and Once There Was by Kiyash Monsef. (I haven’t actually read in forever, I’m really bad about it 🥲)
Currently watching: Wild Kratts
Currently craving: my own bed (I’ve been in a hotel for a few days and I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed again.)
Coffee or tea: Neither. Call me boring but I’m a water enjoyer. (Or maybe hot chocolate? That sounds nice actually…)
Last Song: 🤔 *need to look it up* Hear my Hope - Hazbin Hotel Season 2
Currently reading: The fanfics I am trying to write for Wild Kratts :"3 (send help)
Currently watching: way to much Youtube, wild Kratts and Kratts' creature
currently craving: a reason to leave my room
coffee or tea: Tea, I tried coffee in different ways... not yummy for me :-: Though I rarely drink tea anymore, :"3 only Ice tea and energy drinks (which don't do anything for me and my ADHD butt but I digress.
Open tags - YOU 🫵 YES YOU! The one reading this right now! (If you haven't done this yet. If you haven't done it yet, you don't have to. ...I'm just bad at tagging :"3
Last song: In the stars - benson boone (depressing ik but its still good)
Currently reading: My third go at re-reading the entire wings of fire series, waiting on book 10 of KotLC
Currently watching: Pkmn hz (WAOAW!!!! THATS A SCIENTIFIC DISCOVERY!!!!!!!), WK, tadc (as of writing this i was in the middle of watching ep9 but i got interrupted by you guys dinging me to much), gamoverse
coffee or tea: Tea. Preferably homemade matcha-strawberry milk tea or canes sweet tea (GOOD CHICKEN PLACE TRY IT BEST FAST-FOOD EVER AND YES THAT IS COMING FROM A CALIFORNIAN WHO IS SUPPOSED TO BE ALL OVER IN-N-OUT BUT I ACTUALLY HATE THE PLACE AND STICK TO GOOD OL' LOUISIANA CUZ YEAH).
1. Favorite color: A few. Black, pastel pink, that deep velvety-red (idk the name of it), baby blue
2. Last song: Heavenly by Cigarettes After Sex
3. Currently Reading: A few. Alice in the Country of Clover: Chesire Cat Waltz volume 1 by QuinRose, (nostalgia. Baby's first reverse harem. Shouldn't have read this in elementary school), Ally by Junji Ito, World International Day of Empathy & Solidarity With Haiti by Dr. Parnell Beaubrun, the webtoon Melvina's Therapy by A. Rasen (shouldn't have read this at 14, but great story), and my Introduction to Sociology textbook. Also lots of Gojo Satoru x Readers.
4. Currently Watching: Rewatching the series "When Life Gives You Tangerines" with grandma. Also started Jujutsu Kaisen.... on season 2 now.
5. Currently craving: Nothing atm. Maybe uhhh.... beef brisket pho? But I have to watch my cholesterol. I had a bunch of salmon conveyor belt sushi yesterday........ kinda want it again. So much salmon. I love salmon. Maybe a shirley temple too and some watermelon wine or peach soju.....
6. Coffee or tea? Tea all day everyday. I have had at least 30 types of tea in my life.... but far more. I love it when mom books surprise afternoon tea as my birthday treat! I only drink coffee to survive my 8 AM-6 PM shift, but it clashes with my medication and it makes me feel like vomiting, panicky, and all around awful.
7. Currently playing: I finished Gone Home again. Currently playing My Child Lebensborn, Detention, GTA IV (I actually gotta get back to that one among many other games). I wanna start WaterWombWorld or Needy Streamer Overload.
Second piece of the #lipstickseries! Hope you enjoy!
I like to write protag as more submissive from time to time tehee <3
cw: sex²
pairing: homeowner x gn!reader
wc: 0.8k
It was troubling.
His body felt on fire, and not even taking off his pants and sweater helped against the raging burning inside of him.
You were in the kitchen. The runaway teenager that had come to his home the previous night had knocked on your bedroom door to ask you to come there, his neighbor's daughter was having one of her crises and she couldn't get her to stop crying.
He couldn't believe his luck when it came to you, so unbelievably sweet, smart and capable, his anchor to sanity amongst that sea of madness.
The spots where you'd kissed him before getting interrupted still tingled and burned from pleasure. Your scent was everywhere on the bed, he turned his head to your side of the pillow and sharply inhaled as his hand slowly went down to his boxers.
His thumb lightly glided over the clothed slit, a hiss escaping him as the ache of wanting flared up, his wet spot growing by the second.
Slowly exhaling, he gripped his erection firmly, savoring the feeling of the fabric's texture against the sensitive skin.
Hips bucking, he slid down the boxers, now an obstacle to his pleasure.
The raging boner he sported wasn't enough to make his dick fully lift itself, too heavy to manage that.
He wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke it, imagining your voice and hot breath against his ear, a reoccurring event during sex, one he always hoped would come up at some point.
Just the memory of it had him shiver and curl his toes, cock throbbing like you were actually there, above him, like you always did when you wanted to truly milk him dry to the last drop.
He tried to pretend the hand tugging at his cock was yours, but the desperate way he stroked himself was too different from your usual sensual slowness, the illusion not fully forming.
His pinky applied pressure to the base, circling it as best as he could, whilst his index and thumb formed a tight ring around the sensitive tip, just like you did for him once you'd noticed he liked the combination of the two.
His body tensed and his hips rose again, beads of precum forming and slowly dripping from the top of his slit all the way down to the base, pearlescent cum that he would've wanted to stuff inside your mouth, instead of wasting it like that.
Groans turned into huffing as the pleasure was always just shy of the threshold of his orgasm, he needed you so badly it hurt.
He turned to the side, trying to chase some friction with the bedsheets, biting his lip to avoid moaning your name.
He felt so embarrassed, as if he was a teenager all over again, and you were the cause of his suffering. For years he hadn't felt the familiar ache of longing, but after you came along it became a constant background thought.
He needed you, he needed to grasp your hips as he rut into you, he needed to hear every sound that left your pretty lips as he pleasured you, mark every single inch of your soft skin and still, he would crave more and more.
Your name left his lips in a broken sound, his back arched as his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head.
And like that you found him, calling his name the first time with a hint of surprise in your voice, but he didn't, or perhaps couldn't, hear you.
The gentle cradling of his cheek almost made him jump, but as he put your face to focus he felt torn between embarrassingly try to explain himself or beg you for help.
Your lips met his neck and, just like his earlier fantasies, your familiar "Oh Dima...dear" was uttered by the shell of his ear.
His cock wept and throbbed, and as your hands slowly made their way across his torso, just like your praise to his brain, he finally came, hand over his mouth not to let out too loud of a moan.
His breath was heavy, and it hitched as your hand grabbed his wrist and started cleaning up the mess on his palm with your mouth.
The familiar sensation of your lips on his cock brought him out of his post-orgasm stupor, with it becoming painfully hard again.
"Now, I can't leave you with this, can I?"
He spread his legs to give you space as the electric sensation of you made his mind go blank.
Toxic bf Gojo who’s so fucking obsessed with you it’s borderline suffocating, but somehow that obsession never translates into actually treating you right. He knows your schedule better than you do, shows up unannounced because “you’re mine, I don’t need permission,” but can’t be bothered to text you back for hours when you ask how his day went.
Toxic bf Gojo who gets violently jealous if another guy so much as looks at you, who grabs your wrist in public and pulls you away from conversations.. “you were smiling at him too much,” but thinks nothing of canceling your dates last minute because Suguru wanted to hit up some party. “Don’t be clingy,” he says when you’re upset. “It’s not a good look on you.”
Toxic bf Gojo who fucks you like he’s trying to prove you belong to him, who leaves marks on your neck and bruises on your hips and makes you scream his name, who holds you after and whispers “you’re mine, only mine” like a promise…. then barely touches you for days after, busy with shit he won’t explain, leaving you wondering what you did wrong.
Toxic bf Gojo who knows exactly what makes you feel small, and weaponizes it whenever you try to stand up for yourself. “You’re being dramatic again.” “God, why are you so fucking sensitive?” “I love you, but you’re exhausting sometimes, you know that?” And you always take it. Because in between the cruelty, there are moments where he’s soft. Where he shows up late nights with your favorite food “I was thinking about you.” Where he pulls you into his lap and plays with your hair and tells you you’re the only good thing in his life. And you cling to those moments like a lifeline, convinced that this… this is the real him. The rest is just stress. Just him having a bad day. He’ll change. He loves you. He’ll change.
Toxic bf Gojo who’s so confident you’ll never leave that he doesn’t even bother pretending to care when you’re upset anymore. You cry? He rolls his eyes. You try to talk about your feelings? He’s on his phone. You say you can’t do this anymore? He just smirks and says, “Yeah, okay. You’ll get over it.” Because you always do. You always cave. You always end up apologizing to him for being too much, too needy, too sensitive.
Until today.
“I’m done.” You say it quietly, standing in his apartment with your bag already packed.
Satoru doesn’t even look up from his phone. “Yeah? What is it this time?”
“I’m leaving you.”
That gets his attention. He glances up, eyebrow raised, that familiar condescending smile on his face.
“Babe, come on.” He sets his phone down with an exaggerated sigh, leaning back on the couch like this is just another one of your tantrums. “You’re upset. I get it. But don’t be stupid.”
“I’m not being stupid. I’m serious.” Your hands grip the strap of your bag tighter, knuckles going white.
He pats the couch next to him likee he’s calling a dog. “Come here. Stop being a crybaby and we’ll talk about whatever’s bothering you.”
“No.”
“No?” His smile falters… just slightly. “What, you’re gonna stand there and pout until I beg you to stay? Grow up [name]”
“I’m not doing this anymore, Satoru. I’m not waiting around for you to decide I’m worth your time. I’m not…..” Your voice cracks despite your best efforts, tears burning behind your eyes.. “I’m not letting you treat me like shit and convincing myself it’s love.”
He stands up now, the confidence draining from his posture, replaced by something dark and dangerous. He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “You’re overreacting.”
“I’m not. I’m finally reacting the way I should have months ago.” Your voice is rising now, months of swallowed words finally spilling out.
He moves toward you, reaching for your wrist with that same possessive grip he always uses.
You step back.
That stops him cold. His hand freezes mid air. You never step back from him.
“Don’t touch me.” Your voice is steady, even as your heart races against your ribs.
“What the fuck is this?” He snaps, angry, blue eyes narrowing as if daring you.“Where is this coming from?”
“It’s been coming for a while. You just haven’t been paying attention.” You’re yelling now, and you don’t care anymore “You ignore me unless you want sex. You cancel on me constantly. You make me feel like I’m crazy for having basic fucking needs”
“Basic needs?” He laughs, His voice dripping with sarcasm “Basic needs are food and water. What you have are dependency issues. You’re so fucking dramatic”
“Stop. Stop saying that.” Your hands are shaking, trembling with rage and heartbreak and finally, finally standing up for yourself. You grab your bag… “I’m done being your emotional punching bag. I’m done making myself smaller so you can feel bigger.”
You turn toward the door, and he doesn’t move, just stands there frozen, watching you leave like he can’t quite process what’s happening.
Epilogue
Three weeks later and Satoru’s losing his mind.
You blocked his number. Changed your schedule. Avoid every place you used to go together.
He shows up at your apartment. You don’t answer. He leaves flowers on the doorstep every morning. You throw them in the trash without even looking at the card. He sends texts from different numbers that you don’t respond to.
“I’m sorry.” “Please talk to me.” “I’ll change.” “I am changing.” “I can’t do this without you.”
But you never respond.
Two months later, he sees you at a coffee shop. You look… good. Better than you did when you were with him..
He stands up and takes a step toward you.
You look right through him and walk out.
And that’s when it finally hits him. You’re not coming back.
He lost you
And there’s no one to blame but himself.
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˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𓂃 ⭒ witnesses one of your meltdowns for the first time
“do you always cry like this?”
satoru's mutter stirred shame in your gut, but his thumb rubbing beneath your eyelid kissed comfort on your wet skin.
you choked a sob, fingers coiling in his shirt as you curled into his lap. “it's ugly,” is all you could quiver.
a large hand found the back of your head, cupping it and bringing you closer so that it tucked beneath his chin. “hey now,” he mumbled, impossibly soft and incredibly tender as long arms engulfed you.
“my pretty girl could never be ugly.”
“don't lie to me.”
his heart broke. deep and fragmented as he squeezed you closer. perhaps if your soul merged with his, he could protect you that way. shield you from the world that dared to crumble you. maybe that way, he could take the pain.
please, whatever god was listening, just let him take the pain.
“you just have big emotions,” he whispered into your hair after a slow, firm kiss to your forehead. he stroked along your spine, fingers spelling out love in every inch.
“and hey,” his voice lightened. “I'm a big guy. so I can handle them.”
as you hiccuped pitifully and nodding through streaming tears, he embraced your face in his hands and ghosted his lips on yours.
“so don't hold back on my part, y'hear me, sweet girl? let me hold the ‘ugly’ parts of you too.”
STOP why does he sound like my boyfriend? (I hate being long distanced only to not see him all the time anyway cuz we live with our folks in different homes)
The first time you fuck Satoru real good, he rolls over after and buries his face between your breasts, head still light and spinning in his post-orgasmic haze. He mumbles something nearly unintelligible into your skin that sounds a lot like, "Love you, mommy."
His cheeks burn as the realization of what's just slipped from his mouth sobers him up, getting ready to deny, deny, deny. He buries deeper into your chest, embarrassment flooding his veins. You're going to make fun of him, he's sure of it.
Instead, you tuck your chin to your chest and press a kiss to the top of his head.
"Love you, too, Toru," you whisper softly.
He risks a glance up up at you to find you already gazing at him, hearts in your eyes. His blush deepens as he looks away, your immediate acceptance heating him from the inside out. He lets himself settle back into the comfort of your body, baby blues slipping shut as he places kisses to your sternum.
nerdjo’s a fool for his pretty, high maintenance girlfriend.
I. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #107 : “BUT TORU, I DON’T GET IT..”
11:57 am location: SC/MATH 3020 (Vari Hall, Room B)
you’re supposed to be solving laplace equations. instead, you’re sending satoru doodles of you pregnant with his child.
satoru gojo is jacques marie mage glasses & messy blanche hair & forearms thicker than his head. he should be studying—god, he should be, but his pretty girl is texting him mid-lecture & satoru’s something of a fool for you so he foolishly decides, who is he not to reply ?
and his replies are earnest. always earnest. too punctuated, too grammatically correct.
toruu : You’re the cutest girl in the world.
toruu : Pay attention, okay?
his first message makes your heart swelter & bloom. the second makes it drop to your ass.
but satoru gojo is honey mouthed & heart-achingly sweet. and when your boyfriend asks you to focus so sweetly, how could you not obey?
so you open your notebook & close it right back.
you : toru i tried :( i don’t get ittttrt
toruu : Send me the question.
and you do. along with a selfie of your cute pout, of course. satoru’s reply comes in in an instant:
toruu : Gorgeous girl.
toruu : Okay, try isolating the variable first.
you do as he says. satoru’s instructions always come easy-sweet. sugar coated & simplified like he’s talking to the softest girl in the world. & perhaps he is.
toruu : Good. Now distribute.
toruu : Yes. That’s it. Keep going.
toruu : That’s perfect, baby. My smart girl.
your cheeks grow mushy & sticky & heart-wrenchingly soft.
satoru gojo is going to be the death of you.
II. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #126 : LOVER BOYS DON’T IGNORE THEIR GIRLFRIENDS !
time : 1:48 pm. location: york lanes ( indoor mall )
“satoru hasn’t texted me in fifteen minutes.”
“they faces killing me why nobody give a fuck.”
you ignore shoko & her bitter response. you’d rather die than argue with a bitch & her bad bob. you lean to rest your head on suguru’s shoulder, who’s much more empathetic & strokes your hair lovingly.
“isn’t he tutoring right now?”
and he is. somewhere across campus, in a cramped corner of the scott library, gojo satoru is bleary-eyed & suffering.
he’s supposed to be explaining calculus to confused first year yuuji itadori. but his phone, face-up & gleam-screened on the mahogany table, hums and vibrates with desperation.
1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗
satoru’s jaw is tight. there’s crescent shaped crevices in his palms & his knuckles rouse rash red. his focus flickers. he catches a glimpse of your latest message: the preview of a selfie, that low adorable angle where you’re peering at your phone from under your lashes & your lips jut out in a ‘where are youuu’ pout.
fuck.
“uhh, gojo?” yuuji’s biting his pencil again before he points it at the vibrating device. “aren’t you gonna answer that..? i dunno, it looks important.”
it is important. it’s you. but if satoru answers now, poor yuuji’s paid tutoring session would immediately be over.
“it’s fine, yuuji. let’s focus on finding the derivative.”
and it is fine. because gojo satoru is a man of logic. a man of discipline. a man of pa—
princess 🧸💗: i always knew you’d get tired of me one day
princess 🧸💗: it’s okay. thank you for everything toru 👍
gojo satoru grabs the phone faster than you can say go pandas! his thumbs fly over the screen, ever precise, ever trembling.
toruu: Baby, please don’t say that.
toruu: I’m almost done. I’ll be with you in ten minutes. I’ll buy you that Drake meal you wanted.
toruu: I love you. Please wait for me?
back at the mall you’re reading his text. and god, your heart bubbles up like soda pop. “he’s coming,” you murmur into suguru’s shoulder, scrolling past his text without a reply.
“great!” shoko cheers with fake enthusiasm, taking a puff of her vape (suguru’s complaining that the pineapple & kiwi she blows make his poutine taste sour-ish, & she shouldn’t be vaping anyway, but guess what? shoko doesn’t care!)
“now can we stop acting like it’s the summer hikaru died?”
“no.”
instagram’s algorithm is always on your side. you’ve opened the reels tab to find a video of a rainy window, a quote captioned over it: ‘if he wanted to, he would. silence is a choice.’ simple. short. effective.
you add it to your story. suguru catches a glimpse of your screen & chuckles.
“y/n,” he sings your name, tutting. “you’re gonna give the boy a heart attack before he even hits the common area.”
“he deserves it.”
satoru gojo has already viewed your story. he shows up within the next five minutes.
III. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #167: BABY, I’M BORED.
time : 3:58 pm. location: science & engineering building
there’s solution bubbling pink in a flask. in lab four, the air’s sticky with the sweat of too many boys with glasses & a half-drunk energy drink rotting in the corner.
gojo satoru is huddled over a circuit board with two other boys who look like they haven’t seen sunlight in days.
nerd #1 points at the monitor : “if we adjust the frequency here,” he’s muttering, “the entire wave function collapses. it’s an impossible solve, gojo.”
“it’s not impossible. you’re just missing the constant.”
gojo satoru is the god of lab four; formulas on his fingers & equations on his tongue. he’s leaning over now, fingers on the screen when the heavy steel door swings open,
“hi, toru!”
you’re all soft perfume & clicky heels & smile as sweet as sugar. satoru’s head snaps up instantly—his glasses slip down his nose, & he flicks them back upward, eyes glimmering in the fluorescent light.
“hi sweetheart,” he breathes, “you’re here early.”
the other nerds are staring now, and for good reason. how did gojo satoru—who’s paperbacks & friday nights spent bent over research papers—pull a pretty thing like you ?
“are you doing science ?” you’re already across the room, arms around his neck as his palms press you flush against him from the side. your perfume’s sticky in his lungs. “why’s that line so squiggly? you guys should make it straight. it’d be much prettier.”
nerd #4 winces. “actually, that’s a representation of—“
“you’re right, baby. it would look prettier. have a seat, okay?”
you hum an okay! & plop yourself down on his lap. nerd number 3 & 2 exchange glances. nerd #1 asks, god, me when ?
the group discussion starts up again. satoru is half-science half-yours—his thumb traces circles on your thigh as your feet kick in his lap, & you’re asking one too many questions while satoru tries—tries to pay attention.
“toru, what does this button do?”
“that’s the power supply, baby. please don’t touch it.”
“but it’s glowing. can you make it glow pink ? i think it should glow pink.”
“noted. you’re squirming, princess.”
and you are. nerd #4 wonders how you’re still balanced. the discussion continues but you’re a constant background noise of ‘toru, look at this tiktok’, and ‘baby, i think the lighting’s washing me out.’ you try to touch a wire. gojo catches your hand mid-air & cups it with a kiss.
you flop against his chest. “satoru, i’m bored.”
& satoru is tired. exhausted, really. he’s fighting the rash creeping up his neck as nerds one to four watch you pout in his lap like a spoiled child. “i want matcha. can we go get some?”
you can’t. because this is a project due in twelve hours. because satoru has only so much time to lock in—
“alright, let’s go.”
nerd #3 is distraught: “huh—?! gojo, you can’t leave now, we’re in the middle of a breakthrough!”
satoru doesn’t even look around. he’s smoothing your skirt after you hop off his lap, your bag already slung over his shoulder. he’s leading you out by the hand; “sorry guys. i’ll send my solution to the group chat. brief me on the updates later?”
the door swings shut. nerds one to four are in awe.
“come on, just a little faster,” he mutters at first, trying to sound casual like he’s still in control. instead of listening to him, you keep your strokes slow, all cause you want to keep teasing him.
he huffs a laugh. “wow.... you’re really doing this to me?”
you shrug and keep going, building him up nice and steady until his breathing gets ragged and his hips start lifting off the bed. right when his thighs tense and he opens his mouth to moan, you stop completely and just hold him there.
“fuck,” he breathes, eyes narrowing. “that was mean.”
“yeah?” you ask, smiling as you wait for him to calm down a bit, “am i really toru baby?”
“yes. you are fucking mean baby...”
by the third round he’s not laughing anymore. his hands are gripping the sheets hard, white hair sticking to his damp forehead, and every time you pull your hand away he lets out this frustrated groan that you just love so much.
“baby i swear i’m gonna lose it,” he says, voice getting higher. you lean down and take him in your mouth for a few slow bobs, tongue pressing against the underside, then pop off right as he starts thrusting up.
his head drops back. “you’re killing me here.”
“just wanna make my baby feel good.”
you do it again and again. five, six times— bringing him right to the brink with your hand and mouth, then stopping cold. his cock is flushed dark and leaking nonstop, twitching in the air every time you let go.
when you pull away the seventh time, something in him snaps. his eyes are wet, and the first tear slides down the side of his face before he can blink it away.
“satoru are you—”
“please,” he says, and it comes out all soft and wrecked. “i can’t keep doing this. it’s too much. just let me cum, i’ll be so good after, i promise.”
you look at him as his cheeks flushed, tears gathering faster.
“you’re crying, toru.”
he nods, not bothering to deny it anymore. another tear rolls down as he swallows hard. “yeah, look at what you’re doing to me. baby can you just— i’ll do anything please....just please.”
you finally take pity and wrap your hand around him again, stroking firm and quick. his whole body reacts instantly, back arching, mouth falling open.
“ohhh fuuuc- yes, like that..don’t stop this time, i’m begging you—”
“go on then,” you tell him. “cum.”
he lets go hard. a loud, broken sound rips out of him as he spills over your fingers and across his stomach. it lasts longer than usual, his body shaking through it while more tears slip free.
when he finally slumps back against the pillows, you wipe your hand on the edge of the sheet and crawl up next to him.
satoru turns his head, “you’re evil, pure evil.”
“you survived,” you say, poking his cheek.
“barely, give me like fifteen minutes and we’re doing that to you. fair’s fair.”
you roll your eyes but lean in to kiss the salty tear tracks anyway.
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warning ladies !! do not spit in gojo’s mouth unless you’re ready for him to nut instantly!
“c’mon baby,” he whines, voice all breathy and cocky, his blue eyes sparkling looking greedy. “i’ve been good. spit in my mouth, please?”
you laugh, because this six-foot-whatever menace who can literally warp reality is pouting like a brat because he wants your spit.
“you’re so fucking weird, toru.”
“you are weird,” he corrects instantly, tongue already poking out a little. “now c’mon.... i’m dying here. my dick’s so hard it’s bout to file a complaint.”
you roll your eyes but lean in anyway, gripping his jaw with one hand, thumb pressing into the soft skin just under his bottom lip. he opens wider, eyes half-lidded, that signature gojo smirk twitching at the corners because he knows exactly how nasty this is.
you gather it slow on purpose, letting him watch, then spit directly onto his waiting tongue. thick, warm, right in the center.
the sound he makes is downright criminal. a broken little moan-groan that vibrates straight through his chest and into yours.
“fuck— again,” he gasps, “do it again. spit like you mean it.”
you do it again, messier this time, letting some of it miss and drip down his chin. he doesn’t even wipe it. just lets it slide while his eyes roll back.
“you’re actually getting off on this, huh?” you tease, grinding down slow on the massive bulge straining against the fabric. “big bad strongest and all it takes is a little spit to make you stupid?”
“shut up and degrade me properly,” he whines, but he’s grinning like an idiot, tongue still out. “call me a nasty little slut or sum. i’m literally leaking for you right now.”
you laugh again, i mean you can’t help it. before you do the request, you reach down and shove his sweats just low enough to free him. he’s flushed dark at the tip, already dripping down the shaft.
“open wider, pretty boy.”
he obeys instantly, loving every second of being absolutely humiliated by you.
you spit again, then lean down and lick into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue while you sink down onto his cock.
satoru’s whole body shudders. he moans into your mouth, hands scrambling on your hips, already babbling.
“more!! fuck— spit on me while you ride me. please baby i’ll do anything. i’ll buy you a country. i’ll cancel infinity for the rest of the night. just keep spitting in my fucking mouth—”
The way I LITERALLY squealed seeing this like bro oh my godddddd this was peak subby man content. And the link at the bottom? Chef's kiss! You are an angel
“seriously, baby. you’re killing me. ‘m trying to be good, but you’re making it so hard. making me so hard.”
the chirpy, upward inflection in satoru’s voice was at odds with the underlying desperation. with your ass hovering mere inches above his face, your view was restricted to the expanse of his chest and lower regions—but you could imagine those iridescent baby blues and the jut of his pout all too well. what you could see, however, was how violently hard he was: the conspicuous bulge straining against his slacks; metal hardware fighting a losing battle against the sheer scale of his arousal.
“you know i hate being teased… meanie.”
rich, coming from the biggest tease ever. but again, your boyfriend was always such a whiny baby in bed. with your palms braced against his pecs, you could feel the frantic pitter-patter of his heart. despite knowing you held all the power, you were still unable to bring yourself to commit to the descent.
“i... but what if,” you stammered, hamstrings burning from the effort of hovering. “what if i break your nose? i don’t—”
“reverse cursed technique, remember?” as if to underscore his eagerness, satoru blew a sharp, hot jet of air directly against your clit. the sudden stimulus had an undignified squawk escaping your throat.
“see? you’re so ready for me, yet you’re still making me beg.” he tutted, before flicking his tongue upward, roving the tip of it down the sensitive seam of your folds. “cruel. soooo cruel. stop overthinking it and just sit on my face already, pretty please? put a man out of his miser—mghmph!”
I think bar guy from no I'm not a human would just pair so nicely with a twink reader. Maybe the reader is shy and a bit soft spoken, just the perfect kind of guy for bar guy to be smitten over and want to protect.
Bar Guy (Esenin) x male reader
Headcanons
I’m always so damn late to every damn fandom, but here I am, getting the NINAH brainworms when everyone else has already moved on.
Let’s say you’re an artist, or even a poet, since Bar guy is based off of Sergei Yesenin. But instead of writing dark and provoking work, your stuff is more based on hope and the positive.
You've always been soft spoken, kind and shy, which has made it very hard, even before everything happened with the sun and visitors.
You've always been short, skinny and soft to look at, leading to you being picked on a lot when you were younger, and being seen as lesser.
This is what leads to you and Esenin meeting each other, perhaps you grew up in the same rundown neighborhood, both excluded for being weird. You for being short, kind and warm, and Esenin, for being too tall, quick to anger and quite cynical, even back then.
At first what you two feel for each other isn’t romantic, but just a deep trust and care, because you’re all the other has, you know?
But as you two grow older, and it becomes clear that you aren’t just ‘feminine’ in your hobbies, but your preference too, Esenin becomes even more protective.
I don’t think there’s much room for soft spoken and shy queer poets during this time, but Esenin likes to see you smile, so he supports your work.
Before everything that happens in the game takes place, the two of you shared a small apartment. It's all you two could afford with the salary you both make, but it’s homey and warm.
The walls have art you’ve made, and the few pictures you two have taken over the years, there’s a family picture here or there, but you both don’t talk much to your families anymore.
I don’t think there’s a label for what you guys are, it’s too dangerous to put labels on it. But you’ll lean against his side, and Esenin will press a light kiss against the top of your head.
You buy ointments or other treatments for his aching joints, and Esenin will read your poetry, the stuff that’s a little too queer to ever publish.
I like to think he does enjoy your work, even if he isn’t really into poetry or art, he just likes seeing you happy. That’s not gonna stop him from being a little shit about it though.
After all these years you know he never means his comments though, taking it with a grain or salt, or even smacking him with your notebook and scoffing at him.
Protecting you would lead to Esenin being even more volatile or downright rude to other people.
He's harder to pick on because he’s so big and unnatural to look at, most people will simply ignore he exists. But you? You exist with a target on your back, being small, pretty and artistic.
He's gotten into many fights for you, even when you aren’t there. Maybe that’s one of the reasons he’s thrown out of the bar in the game. By then it’s too late to go back to your shared apartment, but it adds to his fear, knowing you’re alone.
He doesn’t talk about you to the protagonist, or anybody else in the house. Esenin is too used to keeping you close to his chest, protected and covered away from everyone.
The protagonist does catch him reading a notebook, that looks extremely small in his large hands. The writing is small and looping, something very pretty and planned.
It's poetry you wrote specifically for him, something you gave him when you guys both turned 18, because you couldn’t afford anything at the time.
It's also his most priced possession, and something Esenin guards like an angered long-limbed dragon.
It doesn’t help that he’s terrified for you, thinking about you all day and getting no sleep, worrying about your safety.
For one reason or another Esenin can’t go back to the apartment, so he spirals even faster than in the game. Maybe they hear over the radio that your apartment building is one of the buildings that was burnt down.
Of course, Esenin becomes very suicidal and cynical, ready to end it all if he could. Without you there’s no reason to stay after all.
During this time, and if he’s present, Wireface and Esenin will gain a weird kind of relationship. They can’t understand each other, but them both being queer is just kinda felt by the other, and your kind always watches out for each other.
Wireface being smaller and pretty reminds Esenin of you, which makes him feel a bit better, until he remembers you and feels crushed again.
Wireface tries to comfort him, in awkward small ways, because he too has a ‘friend’ he’s thinking about.
Then one night someone shows up at the door, wearing a knitted hat, an old scarf, a coat way too big for them and an over the shoulder back stuffed to the brim with paper and writing utensils.
The protagonist is on edge, as always, but you’re just... very cute and kind, even with everything going on. You even let him do all the tests he wants, and you thank him with some poetry that you ‘saw in a dream’. (think something strange and mystic, if this was really in the game)
You look worse to wear, thinking Esenin has been dead after checking the bar you heard he was at. When you discovered they’d thrown him out, you started sobbing and praying it wasn’t true.
In the end you weren’t allowed to stay there either, not that you wanted to stay, and you end up at the protagonist’s house.
You go to sit in the living room, because that seems most comfortable, only for your knees to give out when a familiar, too long figure it sitting hunched up on the couch.
Words are impossible to get out, so instead you just sob. It's such a familiar noise that Esenin immediately looks up, his eyes bloodshot from grief and exhaustion.
And there you are, alive, eyes puffy from all your crying, wearing his old coat, and carrying your most priced poetry in the bag he gifted you years ago.
The reunion can’t be something too extreme, but you two bling to each other, shaking and crying, you much more visibly than Esenin.
Wireface acts like he doesn’t see the small kiss you two share, he’s just happy to see that people like him still survive in these trying times. It makes his heart ache with longing but also resilience.
The protagonist doesn’t give a shit if you two openly kiss and cuddle, he could care less. He only cares about you two not being visitors.
It would be kinda funny if your presence made the protagonist just... calm down a little. Not a lot, but he’s willing to listen to your latest piece. It’s as warm, hopeful and loving as always, and it gives a bit of light in these dark times.
Esenin would be jealous, but he knows that’s just who you are, always so nice and welcoming. Accepting of others and their strangeness.
I do think you sit curled up in Esenin’s lap most of the time, the two of you just holding on to each other, and talking quietly together.
And you become close with Wireface too, having an easier time understanding him. Not because you speak his language, but because you’re willing to look silly when it comes to using your hands and body to communicate.
Esenin just thinks it’s cute, but he never says it out loud, maybe even making a few comments about you, which just makes you huff at him and pout.
I'd like to think you two have a good ending, just for my own heart, but we also know how ninah works. No matter what ending though, you guys die or live together.
I read amab reader because I'm trying to learn how to properly write it as well as mlm fiction. This is one of the best amab readers I have read thus far. The emotional roller-coaster I was on reading this...
Oh my god bro stop, you made my day too cuz of ur interaction and ur post (I'm on lunch break at my job that I hate so yeahhh this was cool. If you ever wanna talk hmu!!!!) ^_^
I think bar guy from no I'm not a human would just pair so nicely with a twink reader. Maybe the reader is shy and a bit soft spoken, just the perfect kind of guy for bar guy to be smitten over and want to protect.
Bar Guy (Esenin) x male reader
Headcanons
I’m always so damn late to every damn fandom, but here I am, getting the NINAH brainworms when everyone else has already moved on.
Let’s say you’re an artist, or even a poet, since Bar guy is based off of Sergei Yesenin. But instead of writing dark and provoking work, your stuff is more based on hope and the positive.
You've always been soft spoken, kind and shy, which has made it very hard, even before everything happened with the sun and visitors.
You've always been short, skinny and soft to look at, leading to you being picked on a lot when you were younger, and being seen as lesser.
This is what leads to you and Esenin meeting each other, perhaps you grew up in the same rundown neighborhood, both excluded for being weird. You for being short, kind and warm, and Esenin, for being too tall, quick to anger and quite cynical, even back then.
At first what you two feel for each other isn’t romantic, but just a deep trust and care, because you’re all the other has, you know?
But as you two grow older, and it becomes clear that you aren’t just ‘feminine’ in your hobbies, but your preference too, Esenin becomes even more protective.
I don’t think there’s much room for soft spoken and shy queer poets during this time, but Esenin likes to see you smile, so he supports your work.
Before everything that happens in the game takes place, the two of you shared a small apartment. It's all you two could afford with the salary you both make, but it’s homey and warm.
The walls have art you’ve made, and the few pictures you two have taken over the years, there’s a family picture here or there, but you both don’t talk much to your families anymore.
I don’t think there’s a label for what you guys are, it’s too dangerous to put labels on it. But you’ll lean against his side, and Esenin will press a light kiss against the top of your head.
You buy ointments or other treatments for his aching joints, and Esenin will read your poetry, the stuff that’s a little too queer to ever publish.
I like to think he does enjoy your work, even if he isn’t really into poetry or art, he just likes seeing you happy. That’s not gonna stop him from being a little shit about it though.
After all these years you know he never means his comments though, taking it with a grain or salt, or even smacking him with your notebook and scoffing at him.
Protecting you would lead to Esenin being even more volatile or downright rude to other people.
He's harder to pick on because he’s so big and unnatural to look at, most people will simply ignore he exists. But you? You exist with a target on your back, being small, pretty and artistic.
He's gotten into many fights for you, even when you aren’t there. Maybe that’s one of the reasons he’s thrown out of the bar in the game. By then it’s too late to go back to your shared apartment, but it adds to his fear, knowing you’re alone.
He doesn’t talk about you to the protagonist, or anybody else in the house. Esenin is too used to keeping you close to his chest, protected and covered away from everyone.
The protagonist does catch him reading a notebook, that looks extremely small in his large hands. The writing is small and looping, something very pretty and planned.
It's poetry you wrote specifically for him, something you gave him when you guys both turned 18, because you couldn’t afford anything at the time.
It's also his most priced possession, and something Esenin guards like an angered long-limbed dragon.
It doesn’t help that he’s terrified for you, thinking about you all day and getting no sleep, worrying about your safety.
For one reason or another Esenin can’t go back to the apartment, so he spirals even faster than in the game. Maybe they hear over the radio that your apartment building is one of the buildings that was burnt down.
Of course, Esenin becomes very suicidal and cynical, ready to end it all if he could. Without you there’s no reason to stay after all.
During this time, and if he’s present, Wireface and Esenin will gain a weird kind of relationship. They can’t understand each other, but them both being queer is just kinda felt by the other, and your kind always watches out for each other.
Wireface being smaller and pretty reminds Esenin of you, which makes him feel a bit better, until he remembers you and feels crushed again.
Wireface tries to comfort him, in awkward small ways, because he too has a ‘friend’ he’s thinking about.
Then one night someone shows up at the door, wearing a knitted hat, an old scarf, a coat way too big for them and an over the shoulder back stuffed to the brim with paper and writing utensils.
The protagonist is on edge, as always, but you’re just... very cute and kind, even with everything going on. You even let him do all the tests he wants, and you thank him with some poetry that you ‘saw in a dream’. (think something strange and mystic, if this was really in the game)
You look worse to wear, thinking Esenin has been dead after checking the bar you heard he was at. When you discovered they’d thrown him out, you started sobbing and praying it wasn’t true.
In the end you weren’t allowed to stay there either, not that you wanted to stay, and you end up at the protagonist’s house.
You go to sit in the living room, because that seems most comfortable, only for your knees to give out when a familiar, too long figure it sitting hunched up on the couch.
Words are impossible to get out, so instead you just sob. It's such a familiar noise that Esenin immediately looks up, his eyes bloodshot from grief and exhaustion.
And there you are, alive, eyes puffy from all your crying, wearing his old coat, and carrying your most priced poetry in the bag he gifted you years ago.
The reunion can’t be something too extreme, but you two bling to each other, shaking and crying, you much more visibly than Esenin.
Wireface acts like he doesn’t see the small kiss you two share, he’s just happy to see that people like him still survive in these trying times. It makes his heart ache with longing but also resilience.
The protagonist doesn’t give a shit if you two openly kiss and cuddle, he could care less. He only cares about you two not being visitors.
It would be kinda funny if your presence made the protagonist just... calm down a little. Not a lot, but he’s willing to listen to your latest piece. It’s as warm, hopeful and loving as always, and it gives a bit of light in these dark times.
Esenin would be jealous, but he knows that’s just who you are, always so nice and welcoming. Accepting of others and their strangeness.
I do think you sit curled up in Esenin’s lap most of the time, the two of you just holding on to each other, and talking quietly together.
And you become close with Wireface too, having an easier time understanding him. Not because you speak his language, but because you’re willing to look silly when it comes to using your hands and body to communicate.
Esenin just thinks it’s cute, but he never says it out loud, maybe even making a few comments about you, which just makes you huff at him and pout.
I'd like to think you two have a good ending, just for my own heart, but we also know how ninah works. No matter what ending though, you guys die or live together.
I read amab reader because I'm trying to learn how to properly write it as well as mlm fiction. This is one of the best amab readers I have read thus far. The emotional roller-coaster I was on reading this...
Soo lmao definitely did not expect to make eye contact with James when I opened your page lmaoo
But is it possible if I can request something with Norman Jayden/James Sunderland??
What, like a threesome smut? Something where you're Norman's partner interrogating James and then it winds up smutty? Please be specific with details, at least genre wise! ^_^
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