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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Disclaimers : I'm not very experienced in making a site skins and i'm not an expert of coding things either so i apologize if there's some places that look odd/hard for you to read. I take no request. Thank you nan11 for helping me fix some minor stuff. pngs and images are from Pinterest + screenshots i took while playing the game on my cousin laptop. I only use my handphone while making this skin, so if other devices look more wonky than it already are, then i can't help you with that🙏. I replaced the og AO3 icons with this black and white icons by @zerafinacss. Dividers by @uzmacchiato.

𓅨 How can i not make my favorite visual novel ever as a site skin when i got the skill and will to do that. There's various routes you can choose in this game so making a skin that captured all of them is impossible for me, so i'm mostly focus on one route which is The Nightmare route. Voice of the Paranoid is one of my favorite voices in the game, his constant "Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves." blend in with the horror element and dark atmosphere that The Nightmare brings is just so good, it's thrilling and unnerving at the same time.

my ao3 skins masterlist

Tutorial how to activate the skin + the code :

Copy the code i provided in this GitHub, there is a copy button at the top right(•••) of the code box. And here if you prefer Google doc.

‌Sign to your AO3 account, after that go to "Dashboard".

‌On your "Dashboard", tap on a section called "Skins".

‌On the "Skins" page, tap on the button labelled "Create Site Skin".

‌Give your site skin a unique title, i usually use 2-4 word for the skins that i saved. IF YOUR SKIN NAME IS NOT UNIQUE, YOU CAN'T SAVE THE SKIN.

‌Paste the codes you copied from my GitHub into the "CSS" box.

‌When you're done, scroll to the bottom of the page and click a button labelled "Submit". This will save your site skin and take you to a new page where you can see the title of your skin as well as all of the code.

‌Click "My Site Skin" and you can see the skin are added, press "Use" to activate it.

No, but ive definitely wanted to! Did y'all know swans can hiss? I did, its fucking scary

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A short series of Nerdbf!Gojo x Femgf!reader

Frustrated by the myth that nerds are usually a big freak in the bed, you discovered that your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, was completely oblivious and fully inexperienced in sexual intimacy. Desperate to satisfy your own desires, you decided to guide him.

But each lesson is a little... awkward and... clumsy.

art cr: 3vangel1ne_

Lesson One: Eagerness Kills The Balance.

// cw: semi-pub sex, clumsy and awkward intimacy, dry humping, fingersucking, praise kink, light dom/sub

wc: 2.9k

× read on ao3 ×

Being in a relationship with a nerd was supposed to be a safe bet.

You didn't expect the romantic treatment and certainly not the high-stress loyalty issues.

But you did expect the "Nerds are usually a big freak behind closed doors" to be true.

To your dissatisfaction, it wasn't.

Your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, had a fresh, clean soul, and a mind vastly more innocent than yours. He didn't smoke, didn't drink, and most importantly, his knowledge in sex was fully theoretical.

God, he didn't even know how to kiss.

The first time the two of you made out was a complete disaster. He had no rhythm, tongue swiped inside your nostrils and split your bottom lip open with an accidental, overzealous bite. That single incident was the only proof you needed that he was completely inexperienced.

You didn't even have to ask him.

You had tried doing things to him that could make every men threw you to the bed instantly. You'd rubbed his inner thighs in a sensual way, stood fully bare in front of him, expressing the most dirtiest thing about what you wished him to do to you and dropped every hint in the book.

The result? Pure, second-hand embarrassment and a joy-killer.

Horny-killer, to be exact.

Despite the sheer frustration of being patient with a man whose hobby was organizing his Digimon collection, something about his cluelessness never failed to make your core flow like a river.

You remembered the day where you were teaching him how to properly kiss.

The way he was naive, his crystal blue eyes blinking behind his glasses as he whispered questions against your mouth— asking if this placement was alright, if the pressure was okay, checking you in with a submissive desperation to ensure he was doing a good job.

It was a hunger grew to the feeding. You were certain to become a nymphomaniac before the semester was over.

Satoru's world was only revolved around treating you the way you deserved, maintaining flawless scores, and his Digimon figurines. Even the wolves could not bring themselves to harm the lamb.

Although you cherished the deep devotion of his, you desperately wished to lure him into your world of desire—even if it meant to dissect his soul, piece by piece.

"Wish I could grind against someone's bulge right now," you murmured, letting out a long, staged sigh with a pen tapping your cheek.

The library was filled with silence, its cavernous corners cold by air conditioning while littered students nestled over books in distant rows.

And here you were, sitting alone with your nerdy boyfriend in the most isolated study carrel at the absolute back, where bookshelves blocked all lights and sounds.

It was your plan all along to sit in a remoted space, simply because the idea of doing dirty things to him in public excited you.

"Hm?" Satoru blinked, veering his bright, blue gaze from his book and pushing his dumb glasses up to his nose bridge. "Did you say something?"

You smirked, putting your pen down and leaned closer beside him until your lips were brushing his ear. You repeated the line, dragging every word with a slow, teasing tone. Your hot breath instantly made his body shudder and cheeks painted with strawberry blush.

"Wha– what does that mean? What bulge?" He licked his lips, swallowing hard as the nervous feeling crawled his whole body, making him squirm in his seat.

"Want me to show you, Toru?" Your lashes batted softly while you gave him that cute smile— the one that made him became defenseless against your charm, so he found himself nodding helplessly.

Without a warning, you climbed onto him, straddling his lap with both hands hooked around his neck, the soft fabric of your skirt draping around your thighs. Satoru's eyes flew wide behind his glasses, hands fluttered against his chest, unsure of where to moor them.

"Wai– wait, what are you doing?" he stammered, the sudden physical closure suffocating him.

"What? You wanted me to show you, right?" You moved down to collide your lips with his, catching his bottom lip in between your teeth for a gentle, teasing bite.

You then grabbed both of his large, veiny hands to your waist before moving down to his neck, licking and kissing softly.

"I– I know– ahh.. but I didn't– I thought–"

"Shut up, Toru," you hissed lightly, pulling away from his throat. "You literally nodded when I asked, now stay quiet or else you'll get us kicked out, understood?"

He nodded frantically, not wanting to get you mad any further after hearing your terrifying wrath.

"Good. You trust me don't you?" You caressed his cheek with your thumb gently, softening your voice into a sweet hum.

"Yes– yes of course I trust you, baby, why wouldn't I?" Satoru gulped, sitting straight in his chair and smiled hesitantly and planted a trembling kiss to your cheek.

Hiding your face back into his neck, you started sucking onto his skin like a hungry vampire, blooming dark lovebites that made him bite his lip, choking back a moan. At the same time, you led his shaky hands beneath your shirt, cupping your braless breasts.

"Massage them, Toru," you whined against his throat.

For a brief moment, Satoru was completely frozen, his mind rewinding back to the memory of his book about clinical human anatomy that he had memorised for his academics.

And he most definitely did not expect those illustrations to crawl off from the pages and come to life in his shaky hands.

His warm, large palms trembled under your weight, bewildered by how incredibly soft and warm they felt.

"Like– Like this...?" He began by groping the fat of your breasts with a soft pressure, kneading them like a dough, causing a quiet moan to escape your lips.

"It's so... squishy... why– why are they so squishy? Are they actually supposed– supposed to be this squishy?"

"Yes, Satoru– they– oh my god..." You tried to chuckle at his innocent reaction, but you couldn't ignore how sensitive you were under his touch. "They are actually squishy okay, now just keep kneading them like that..."

"Wait, Am I– am I doing it right? Tell me if it's hurts please, I don't wanna–"

"No, baby please– mmh... You're fine, you're doing so great for me, such a good boy..." you panted, guiding his fingers and adjusting them to your tits

"Now pinch my nipples," you instructed, the heat from your core dampening your panties as you started gaining the feeling of wanting more and more of his touch.

Satoru twisted your tits in between his thumb and index fingers that were trembling out of nervousness. He pinched them in a slow, soft pressure.

"Is this o–okay? Is it painful?" He swallowed hard, the awkward and nervous feelings mixing through his whole body. His face was a full potrait of a strawberry.

Before you could answer, he spoke again.

"Wait, they're getting har– hard– I can feel them getting hard..." He stopped playing with your tits, panicked and confused by the sudden change in texture. "I– Why are they getting hard? Does that mean you're in pain? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hur–"

You pressed both of his hands roughly back on your breasts, shutting him up entirely.

"Satoru, if you stop playing with them, I will leave you in this library alone, do you want that?"

He gulped, then shook his head slowly like a chastised kid getting caught doing something wrong.

"Exactly," you sighed, softening your tone as you began explaining. "They're... They're getting hard because they're answering to you, Toru. They're like..."

You thought of an analogy for a second.

"They're like a penis. Like when it gets an erection from sexual arousal..."

You had never thought you would have to explain this.

Satoru blinked. "So... that means you're...."

"Yes, it means I'm sexually aroused right now, and it's because of you." You poked his chest, emphasizing every single word. "You turned me on, you did this to me and it's a good thing. Do you understand?"

"Oh..." His expression flickered in between thousands of emotions, making it unreadable. "That's actually... so nice..."

"So that means you love me, right? And I made you love me to the point you get sexually aroused by me and then your areola– I mean nipples– your nipples got hard because your body is reacting to me positively and then–"

You bit the inside of your cheek, holding back a laugh. But then you cupped his hot face and kissed his lips, zipping him up fully.

"Yes, Satoru," you whispered against his mouth. "I love you so much that I need you to play with my body right now... Do you think you can do that for me, baby?"

Pulling away, you looked deep into his ocean blue eyes that were filled with nothing but love and affection.

"Y-Yes, of– of course, anything for you..." He pressed one final kiss to your lips before sliding his hands to your breasts again, picking up right where he left off.

The chill of his calloused palms massaging your weight with a gentle motion, and his fingers sliding your hardened peaks in between them while rolling slightly. He also tested his own rhythm by flicking and twisting until a ragged moan came out from your chest.

"Ahh– fuck..." The sensation he was giving you made you become sensitive right away. "You're doing so– so good. Just– just play with them like that okay? Don't stop."

He said nothing and only followed your guide.

With your lips punishing his neck and his hands playing with your tits, the friction became immediate. His big, solid hard cock strained in his gray sweatpants, a low groan tearing itself out from his chest as you started grinding your clothed pussy against his bulge.

"Feel that, Toru?" you breathed, gripping his snow hair while grounding your hips downwards, pressing your drenched core directly on his aching member in a slow roll. "Feel how good this is?"

"Mhm... it's so– so good oh my god..."

Satoru fell in lust. All of his discipline was replaced by a strong urge to chase the sexual tension. He buried his face in your hair, letting out a needy whine as his hips instinctively squirmed upward to grind on your weight.

"Yeah?" You stopped moving your hips mid-grinding and cupped his jaw with one hand, forcing him to look into your eyes. His face was drunkenly flushed, blue pupils blown with desire, and a dark, wet stain already soaked his pants from his precum.

Satoru instantly froze when he noticed the sudden lack of your movement left him empty and desperate. He blinked heavily.

"Why– why'd you stop?" he asked, breathless, but his fingers were unconsciously still playing with your flesh.

"Hah?" you scoffed. "Why did you stop, hm? Thought you said it felt good, no?"

Your boyfriend said nothing in response, entirely trapped in the suffocating domain of his own overwhelming nervous system. Caressing his bottom lip with your thumb, you slowly slide past his teeth, feeling his slick heat of saliva.

"C'mon now, keep going," you instructed directly into his ear, your hot breath sending another wave of shivers down his spine. "Make yourself feel good on me, baby..."

Like a man getting possessed by the devil, Satoru obeyed. He began moving his hips, hesitantly at first, but the pleasurable sensation overrode him, shifting into a fast pace. He whimpered around your thumb, drooling down his lips and soaked through your shirt.

"Ahh...To– Toru fuck..." you moaned quietly, causing him to buck his hips harder, sending waves of heat straight to your core.

In his overeager mania, he thrust upward a little too aggresive and a little too fast that the frenzy energy threw you off from the gravity. You inhaled sharply, gripping his hoodie with both hands.

The chair's legs scrapped against the carpeted floor, screeching in the quiet space as they tilted backward on two legs., wobbling dangerously on the edge.

"Jesus!" Satoru gasped loudly, his blue eyes wide open behind his ridiculous, crooked glasses.

Instinctively, his hands left your breasts and gripped the wooden edges of the carrel right on time, just enough before both of you fall backward onto the floor. His heart beat violently and chest heaved while he caught his breath, completely frozen along with you still straddling on his lap over the staggering chair.

"Oh my god, s–sorry! I'm so sorry, baby, are you okay? I didn't mean to–"

Satoru was cut off by your breathless laugh, your forehead resting on his shoulder as your body shaking with laughter. He steadied the chair and wrapped his trembling hands around your waist.

"Are you laughing...?" he asked, wondering if he had ruined everything. You lifted your head, looking back at him with a grin.

"I'm okay, silly," you whispered, kissing his jaw. "Just try to keep your balance... and keep on going. Don't stop now."

"Are you– Are you sure? I'm sorry for ruining the moment, I really didn't–"

You shoved back the same thumb into his mouth, snapping him off. "I said keep on going and don't stop, you hear me, Satoru?"

He nodded.

"Good boy. Now go on, do your job."

Satoru swallowed hard and adjusted his grip, keeping his feet more firmly on the carpet before humping himself on you again. It was awkward at first as he was being hesitant, but the traction couldn't be ignored. So, his movements once more grew sloppy and belligerent.

Desperate to reach your peak, you followed his rhythm, rubbing and pressing your sex roughly against his strained bulge. He moved his hands under your shirt, playing with your breasts like how you guided him earlier.

"Ahh– Mmh fuck, Toru– Just like that," you whimpered in his neck.

He's getting good at this. You thought to yourself.

Hearing you breathless like that made him become a whimper mess, his motions turning slapdash, detecting he was close to his climax.

"You close, Toru? Wanna cum hmm?" You nipped his ear, adding more sensitivity while pushing your thumb in and out in his mouth, your hips ground faster against his painfully hard bulge.

"Whes... phease– phease nghmm..." His play on your breasts became chaotic, like he couldn't get enough of them as his strained tip hammering your clit with each aggresive buck, chasing you down to your own orgasm.

"Cum with me baby... You're– ahh fuck– you're a good boy aren't you?"

And just from that praise, Satoru immediately came. Raw and cracked whimpers spilled his mouth as his hot, thick cum splurt through the fabric of his sweatpants like a water fountain, soaking your panties instantly.

Seas of orgasms sent you breakers over the edge with him, nails digging into his shoulders while chocking back a loud moan.

For a long, breathless moment, the two of you stayed silent in the dark corner, chest heaving against each other, atmosphere surrounded with the scent of sex and dopamine rushing throughout your bodies.

Slowly, you pulled back and saw Satoru was completely ruined— his glasses crooked, chin slicked with his own saliva and face flushed red. You brushed his sticky lock of hair out from his eyes and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"You okay?"

Satoru didn't answer. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled himself into the crook of your neck. Then, unmistakably, a wet sniffle was heard.

He was crying.

"Satoru wait, are you–"

"That was... the best thing I ever experienced in my life," he expressed in between his sobs.

Staring down at him, you were stunned for a brief moment until you chuckled, captivated by how adorable he was being.

"You're so cute, Toru," you uttered, your cheek resting on his head as you fondle his soft, white hair. "Let's get back to your apartment so we can clean up, yeah?"

"But, we haven't finished studying. .."

You grabbed his face with both hands with care as if he was the most fragile thing in the world, making his shining, wet, blue eyes meet your gaze directly.

"Okay so you're willing to study with your pants soaked in your own cum?"

Satoru fixed his uneven glasses before looking down at his pants. His expression shock, mouth hung open once he saw the wet, black patch stained his grey sweatpants.

"Oh no. Oh shit. Baby I'm sorry– I'm so sorry, it's my fault, we can't study now because of me. Oh my god what do I–"

"Satoru."

"Yes, okay let's go home," he breathed, licking his lips and scratching the back of his head with both hands.

But before you could get down from him, he spoke again with panic, stopping you in your tracks.

"Wa– wait how do I walk out? If other people saw my pants like this, they're gonna be weird and then they're gonna gossip and then the exit scanner, oh god if they detect my dignity leaving my body–"

You kissed him on the lips, shutting him up completely before pulling away, smiling.

"Calm down, Toru. I'll give you my jacket, okay? Now let's go." You patted his cheeks and got off from him.

A blank was drawn over his face, his eyelashes batting softly as he blinked slow, fixating on you, and his cheeks glowing red beneath the lights.

"Okay..."

Lesson Two: Do Not Misinterpret The Menu.

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