Kakashi As Your Divorce Lawyer

artist: su2kuna on X.

Nerd Gojo Series

- nerd in love.

- enterprising nerd

nanami

Gojo would 100% be that over-the-top, chronically online boyfriend, the kind who turns every mundane moment into a viral TikTok or Instagram story. The fact that he's dating someone who barely texts back, has no social media presence, and just doesn’t care about internet clout? It drives him insane in the best way.

He’s all over his feed, posting thirst traps with captions like, “POV: You’re the luckiest girl alive,” tagging you even though you’ll never see it. Then there’s you—completely unbothered—rolling your eyes every time he shoves his phone in your face for a new TikTok.

“Babe, say hi to my followers!” “Gojo, what followers?” “The millions of them, obviously. Now give them a little wave—” “No.”

Gojo would totally make a TikTok of you fixing his car with some absurd soundbite like "A MAN, A MAN, AMMMMAANNNNN" while dramatically zooming in on your face covered in grease. Meanwhile, you’d just be looking at him like, "Do you ever shut up?"

And his followers? Eating it up.

Then cuts to a thirst-trap selfie of himself, just because.

Imagine him dragging you into a video where he’s like, “POV: You bagged a billionaire,” and you're standing there in your work clothes holding a wrench, absolutely done with his antics.

“Do you ever get tired of being embarrassing?” “Never,” he grins, “it’s part of my charm!”

And the nepo-baby billionaire vibes? Oh, he’s unbearable in the best way. You’re the grounded yin to his unhinged, internet-addicted yang, and somehow, it works perfectly.

Bouns:

He tries to rope you into one of those TikTok dance trends, but you’re having none of it. “C’mon, babe! Just do one move!” “No.” “Just clap at the end!” “No.” He eventually edits the TikTok with a cardboard cutout of you in the background while he’s dancing alone, captioning it: “Relationship status: She’s too good for me.”

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jjk fans we need, this tomorrow is a rough day for us 😩 let's thug it out together.

More fem skk please😔🙏 (i live, laugh, love, breathe fem!skk.)

YURI AGAIN????

this is your lucky day anon (if you havent seen this on twitter)

Secret Santa for @cryptid-juzou !! They had maid!Chuuya among the requested prompts and I immediately jumped at that. I really hope you like it! (Some bonuses that didn't make the cut) Thanks to @bungostraydogs-secret-santa for organizing this!

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a knock on your boyfriend, bakugo’s door of his dorm room causes a groan to escape his lips, unwrapping his arms from you where you were both previously cuddled up while watching a movie on your laptop.

“who’s that?”, you ask, still laid up in his bed as you watch him get up while marching to his door with pure attitude.

“probably them damn extras again.”, he complains with a grumble, opening his door to find kaminari, kirishima and sero stood there with large smiles on their faces.

“what’s with your goofy faces? and why are you knocking on my door at 10pm?”, he questions, a scowl plastered on his face.

“we were wondering if you wanted to come play this new game with us?”, kirishima asks, holding up a video game you know your boyfriend has been wanting to try out for a while now.

he leans against the doorframe, “well, i’m with my girlfriend right now.”

“yeah but you’ve wanted to play this for a while, right? i’m sure she’ll be fine with it.”, kaminari reasons, sero nodding along with him.

letting out the biggest sigh he could, bakugo replies, “yeah whatever, let me ask her.”, shutting his door halfway so the boys couldn’t see bakugo’s little act he was about to pull off.

“you can go if you want, i don’t mind.” you say softly, turning your head away from the movie you were just watching. you really didn’t mind if he wanted to hang out with his friends since he spent majority of his time with you anyway.

he frowns at your response, mouthing a ‘be quiet’ before opening the door once again after a minute or so, seeing their anticipated smiles.

“yeah she said no.”, bakugo shrugs through his lie nonchalantly, causing you to whip your head back around at him while furrowing your brows.

was this man trying to make his friends hate you?

“well, do you really need to be asking your girlfriend for permission, dude? seems kinda toxic..”, kaminari starts, scratching the back of his head with an awkward look on his face.

“are you questioning her?”, bakugo questions, his voice slightly raised as he holds his usual angry face when anyone mentions anything he doesn’t like about you.

he’s always been protective like that. although, you do wonder if that’s the reason why most of the boys seem a little too cautious around you and always refuse to train with you. bakugo always tells you not to worry about it.

“nah, course not, bro. we’ll play another time it’s fine.”, kirishima steps in, holding his hands up while giving a light hearted laugh, trying to cool bakugo’s behaviour.

“yeah, yeah, fine. whatever.”, bakugo rolls his eyes, shooing off his friends before turning back to you, the angered expression he once had completely wiped off.

his sight finally falls back onto you as he walks back over and getting comfortable in his bed again, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest as he interlocks his legs with yours.

if anyone saw the position bakugo was in now, they wouldn’t believe their eyes. angry, aggressive bakugo laid up with a girl, holding onto her so gently as he kisses her forehead, watching some bullshit movie you know he has no interest in watching, and all for his sweet little girlfriend who everyone now seems to think holds him hostage so he can’t hang out with his boys.

and all because he simply just wants to spend all his time with his girlfriend.

“you’re such a lover boy.”, you smile at him, knowing how embarrassed he gets when you say things like this.

“shut up.”, he grumbles, partly hiding his face in the covers as he continues watching the movie with you, back where he wanted to be.

he knows you’re right. you have this man absolutely whipped for you and he couldn’t even care less about it.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

Evictions on Your Door | E is for Exhibitionism

⤷ Ft. Nakahara Chuuya

V. A. L. E. N. T. I. N. E.

Warnings | Fem!Reader, N.SFW, 18+ only, use of the names “Doll” and “Baby”, exhibitionism, fingering with/out gloves on, spanking, finger sucking, gagging, unprotected sex, creampie, plugging, not edited like at all ajdjsjdjsjjds WC: 2.4k

A/N | Ik I’ve said it a million times today but Happy Valentine’s Day. This one i had to cut short bc I went way over my self allotted limit 🤡 Hope you all thoroughly enjoy <3

You should have known better than to tease Chuuya before a three hour long meeting. Normally, you wouldn’t sit next to him in the meeting, being Verlaine’s representative. The absent man’s seat was always across the table from Chuuya while Kouyou’s was next to the ginger. Outside of executive meetings you and Chuuya rarely interact while working, especially after Akutagawa took the position of overseeing the Black Lizard instead of Hirotsu reporting directly to Chuuya.

You had brazenly tossed your panties at him in the privacy of his office earlier in the morning, a pair of royal blue silk and lace high-cut underwear. You’d caught him eyeing you in the rare pencil skirt, something you only wear on days you know for certain you won’t be going into the field. You know that Chuuya’s favorite feature of yours is your legs. So, you thought you would pay him a visit — tease him a little. You were not disappointed by his reaction.

But now you’re paying for it as you sit right next to Chuuya at this crowded meeting table with not only the executives but with their second in command and even third in command. Mori isn’t here, doing some sort of damage control within the Armed Detective Agency’s President and the government. It was up to the executives to lead this meeting to figure out how to rebuild Yokohama after the devastation that Ame-no-Gozen brought onto the city. 

You’re almost two hours into the meeting and Chuuya’s gloved fingers are snuggly nestled in your drooling cunt. It started off as teasing of his own, leather gliding up and down the expanse of your inner thighs. You slapped his hand away a few times, trying desperately to pay attention to what Kouyou was saying but your self-control wilted at an alarming rate. 

Chuuya easily hides the flexing of his arm underneath his coat that hangs over his shoulders. Every time he opens his mouth to add to the conversation your stomach twists is both excitement and fear. You try your best to keep your composure but Chuuya is relentless.

The ginger bullies his middle and ring finger into your cunt, stopping every time you even hint at fluttering around you. 

You’re hunched over the table, the lower half of your face being concealed by your folded hands, hoping to god that you just appear to be really intrigued by whatever it is being discussed, when in reality you’re just crumbling under the touch of the man sitting beside you. Your concentration is fluctuating, you’re only getting bits and pieces of the solutions being shared and the opinions being bounced around. You’ve barely given any input yourself, which was a shame considering you had planned on contributing to this meeting at least once. 

You can hear the faint sound of his fingers sliding in and out of you and you hope once again that Akutagawa, who is sitting on your other side, can’t hear it. The way his body is stiffer than normal, jaw so taught it looks painful, tells you otherwise. Your thighs involuntarily squeeze in desperation to quiet the noise and you have to work double time to suppress a gasp when Chuuya slots his leg between yours and pries your legs back open.

You’re close again, eyes burning with unshed tears you’re desperately trying to hold back. Everything is buzzing, your chest is heaving, your stomach is in knots and your head is vibrating. You can’t tell if it’s hot in this room or if the dampness you feel underneath you on the seat is your slick pooling in the chair. 

You subtly move your index finger between your teeth to keep your mouth occupied with something so you don’t make any noise. 

You’re going to get caught in a room full of the Port Mafia’s most important members getting finger fucked by a man who is not supposed to be touching you, per Verlaine’s personal request. Just as you’re about to let the taut cord in your lower abdomen snap, Chuuya removes his hand completely, causing you to shiver from the sudden loss of his warmth. You bite down on your finger harder, just barely catching the whimper clawing at your throat. 

Chuuya loudly clears his throat and it catches everyone’s attention. “It’s been over three hours now, Kouyou. Don’t you think we should give everyone a break? Maybe we can revisit this tomorrow with less people, now that we’ve come up with a solid foundation of how we’re gonna fix this damn mess.”

Kuoyou stares at the other ginger for a moment before curtly nodding her head. “Fine, we’ll bring what we have to the Executives table tomorrow and finalize it with Mori.”

Chuuya slyly shoves his now ungloved hand in his pocket and rises to his feet, his head tilted as a way to point at you. “You can head out, she offered to help me clean up.”

Verlaine narrows his eyes at that statement, scrutinizing the two of you before letting it go and turning on his heel, probably going back to whatever hole he was allowed to crawl out of. You watch silently as everyone shuffles out in a hurry. You’re thankful for that, not wanting anyone to linger so you can finally compose yourself and actually clean up the mess Chuuya made. 

Akutagawa lingers and you give him a puzzled expression but he’s not looking at you, his gaze set on the remaining executive. “You don’t have to stay, Chuuya-san. I can help clean up in your stead.”

Chuuya lets out an easy chuckle, completely unbothered by Akutagawa’s offer. “Nah, don’t worry about it and how many times do I gotta tell you? Drop the damn formalities, it’s just Chuuya. Now go, I’m sure Gin is waiting for you.”

At the mention of his sister, the Port Mafia’s Black-Fanged Hellhound no longer hesitates to round the table and walk out the double doors, pushing them to swing shut behind him. Despite the flimsy effort, the door doesn’t quite latch closed all the way, you can still see out into the now empty hallway from the slivered gap between the doors. This boardroom is in a far corner that people rarely visit. You know for a fact that no one will be coming by for at least an hour, maybe more, because this room was booked for five and a half hours. 

Even so, when Chuuya bends you over the table and lifts your skirt up to bunch at your hips you let out a whine. “Chuuya- Wait…What if someone catches us?”

“Let them, not like they can do anything about it. Did you forget that I’m an executive?”

The gravity manipulator emphasizes his words by landing a harsh slap to your ass — immediately followed by him kneading and massaging the sore flesh. He repeats his actions on your other cheek and you finally let out a loud moan, losing all capability to hold them in any longer. Chuuya looms over you, leaning in and gingerly moving your hair to the side, his breath hot as it tickles the tip of your ear.

He grazes his teeth against the shell of your ear and you let out another noise, this one far more pathetic than the last as he simultaneously inserts his fingers back into your cunt. “That teach you to not tease me like that ever again, Doll? How’d it feel, huh? Knowing Akutagawa was aware of everything that was happening under this table? Could see how tight his pants were when he got up. Y’know, he has a little crush on you? It was cute how he tried to stop this from happening. Shoulda kept him here and let him watch as I fuck you dumb into this table.”

“Chuuya-” You let out a sharp gasp when his fingertips graze that sensitive spot, making your walls flutter around him already. 

You spent hours pent up thanks to him and now that you were finally alone you pray he finally lets you cum. Luckily for you, your prayers are heard. Chuuya quickens his ministrations and brushes his index finger against your clit messily.

Your mouth falls open and a string of moans flow out as your walls tighten around  Chuuya. The taut cord in your abdomen finally snaps and you’re seeing stars before your vision goes completely white. Your ears feel plugged, everything sounding like you're inside of a long tunnel. You feel something wet running down your chin and you distantly think it might be your own drool. You collapse onto the table, but you don’t get much time to think because you’re being yanked up by a pair of strong arms. 

“We’re not done yet, you still got at least one more in you, yeah?” Chuuya litters kisses across your jawline and brings his hand up to your mouth. “Suck.”

You’re barely lucid enough to understand what he’s saying but you get the gist when he impatiently taps his fingers against your mouth. Pink and swollen lips warp around his middle and ring finger, then you peer back at him as you suck and twirl your tongue around the digits. You hum around his fingers in appreciation and the vibrations go straight to his dick that is now free from his pants and nestled between your thighs. 

Chuuya removes his hands from your mouth when he’s sure you’ve cleaned all of your own juices off. When he takes his hand away he’s almost immediately bringing it back and stuffing something in your mouth you look down and your eyes widen — Your panties. He had kept them with him all day. Your eyes flutter at the thought and you can’t help but to press your ass into his hips.

The executive lets out a hum. “Since you’re so worried about getting caught. Can’t have anyone else hearing you now, can we, Baby?”

To keep you from removing the fabric from your mouth, he takes both your arms and holds them securely behind your back with one hand.

You moan but the noise gets lost in the fabric stuffed in your mouth. Chuuya smirks at your response and finally guides his cock to your entrance, bending you over the table again. When he sinks into your slick cunt, you both sigh out moans, his noises louder than yours since he can let them out freely. His hips stutter on their own and his free hand takes purchase on your hip so he can give himself a moment to ground his eager body.

“Shit, you’re s’fuckin’ warm and soft. God damn- Feel like ’m gonna cum already, the fuck are you doin’ to me, Doll?” The ginger’s head lolls back and he starts languidly thrusting in and out of you.

You whimper, trying to respond but resigned to simply look back at him with pleading eyes.

“Hah…Ok, ok. Don’t gimme that look, I got you.”

Chuuya’s pace picks up and it’s not long until his hips are slamming into you. The whole table rocks, loudly scraping against the marbled floors. You desperately try to keep yourself upright but one particularly harsh jostle has your core muscles loosening, giving out on you and you sink into the cold surface of the tabletop.

Muffled noises catch in your panties and Chuuya is letting out a string of curses. Your hips are twitching and thighs trembling from the oversensitivity and you’re embarrassingly close to cumming already. Though, from the way Chuuya’s hips are stuttering and losing their rhythm, you’d say he isn’t too far off either. 

As if he can read your mind, Chuuya voices your suspicions. “Fuck, fuck, Doll.  Gonna- shit- ‘m gonna cum, you close? Gonna cum with me, yeah? C’mon, Baby, cum with me.”

His hand sneaks around your hips and his fingers find your clit with ease. Just a few passes and pumps of his cock and your clamping down on him while wailing into the material stuffed into your mouth. Your vision goes white again, black creeping in at the edges, and your ears start to ring. You distantly hear Chuuya’s moans and his hips still as he spills into you, cumming just as hard as you.

You try to catch your breath and after a few moments your vision returns and the ringing turns into a slight buzzing. Still disoriented, your head becomes dizzy again when Chuuya flips you around so your back is now resting on the table. You don’t know how much time has passed nor do you remember where you even are at this very moment

All you know is Chuuya.

The man in question regains himself faster than you and removes the makeshift gag from your mouth. He carefully pulls his now softened cock out of your hole and quickly plugs you up with the very same panties that were in your mouth just seconds ago. The loss of him filling you up hits you and that’s when all your senses finally come flooding back and you return to the boardroom finally.

“What are you doing?” You croak out and you wince at the hoarseness of your voice. 

The ginger doesn’t respond. Instead he leans back down to rest his head on your chest. A grunt leaves your throat at the sudden weight and the pressure he puts on your stomach makes it hard to keep anything from spilling out of you.

You can’t believe you still have to tidy up when all you want to do is get into bed with him and sleep. After the stunt he pulled, you should be furious with him, but he was right in his confidence earlier. There would have been no repercussions because Chuuya is invaluable to the Port Mafia. 

That doesn’t stop you from feeling bitter.

“Chuuya-” You’re about to scold him, tell him to get off of you because he volunteered you both to clean up and all you’ve done so far is make a bigger mess, when he cuts you off.

“I know, I know. Just- Gimme a second, ok?” And how are you supposed to say no when he nudges his nose against your chin and rubs his fingers into your hips so soothingly?

wake up babe! new bsd girlification post just dropped

nerdjo x reader ۶ৎ the way things go ch. 1

"... you're as beautiful as angewomon's transformation scene"

"thank you..?"

ˎˊ˗ pairing . nerd tutor! gojo x reader (f)

⟢ summary . from the second he spotted you in his physics class on the first day of school, gojo has been completed entranced by you. he's always admired you from afar, but now he wants to admire you face to face. he figured the only way to do was to become your tutor and offer his help after seeing you struggling with quantum physics. at first everything went according to plan, enjoying his excuse to spend more time with you, but after confessing his feelings, he learned that you didn't return them back, and now he is more determined than ever to change your mind and make you realize how perfect the two of you could be.

warnings ⓘ tags . ( 18+) gojo yearns, oral, masturbation, down bad gojo. rejection, let me know if I missed any.

⤷ wc . 2k

a/n . thank you to my glorious friend for the idea and helping me out ! also this is sort of a rewrite of my last nerdjo fic !

when did the crush, no, obsession with you start?

maybe that one time where you let him burrow your pen without hesitation because he left his pencil bag in his dorm. or when he spotted you in the library at such late hours finishing up a project in which you were procrastinating. or when he simply just laid eyes on you for the first time.

just like how you were now in the same exact situation. you had an upcoming assignment worth 50% of your grade in your physics. quantum physics, something you never quite got the hang of. now with only 3 weeks left until the due date, the pressure finally got to you and after deciding enough was enough, you made your way over to the school's library.

the quiet hum of it welcoming you as you entered through those big doors. its always such a nice environment to be in with the soft sunlight streaming through the windows and the faint sound of turning pages and the clicks of keyboards.

various students of different majors deep in study for the upcoming finals. including him. the white haired boy was preoccupied with scribbling stuff about whatever he was hyper fixating on, chin in palm, and with his two only friends sitting next to him, suguru and Shoko, gossiping about whoever got broken up with recently or the new club that would be opening soon.

but his focus is interrupted when his eyes fall on you.

watching as you walked over to the the shelves skimming through the books, finding the right one. his tightening grip on his pen catches the attention of suguru.

"you good man?" a hint of concern was in his voice.

gojo only responded with him waving him off. "yeah."

geto and gojo have been friends for years sharing countless memories like going through middle school to getting their eyebrows pierced together. so when gojo started to act different all of a sudden when he was just doodling 5 seconds ago, it instantly caught his attention.

following his gaze, his eyes also land on you and the way you were struggling to grab a book high up on the shelf. it was cute honestly.

"oh, ill go help her," suguru stood up only to be pushed back down by satoru.

"no, no I will"

the black haired boy put his arms up in mock defense chuckling. "alright, she's all yours."

"come on.." you grumbled, tip toeing just for your fingertips to barely touching the books spine.

adjusting his glasses, he walks towards your direction leaning close so his fingers could brush against yours, reaching for the same book you were aiming for. you jumped a bit in a surprise.

"...here" he softly muttered, taking the book in his hands before placing them in yours, praying you wouldn't be able to see the faint blush adorning his pale cheeks.

you obviously recognized him due to past encounters and because you knew he was the top student in the whole university. it wouldn't be a surprise if he ended up being the top student in the whole state seeing how incredibly smart he is.

"oh, thank you!" you smiled sweetly up at him as he handed you the book.

'the ghost in the atom' the title made dojos eyes widen. "oh shit this is a good book!" he said excitedly.

"yeah?"

"yeah! you know I read this when I was in ninth grade. The writing of Paul is hands down my favorite." a crooked grin crept up on his face.

you couldn't help but find is babbling adorable as he talked about a book he was clearly interested in.

he quickly cleared his throat after realizing he was doing too much. "uh.. sorry. its a good read. any particular reason you're interested in the mysteries of physics?" his adam's apple bobbed as he looked at you up and down checking you out, maintaining his cool.

you winced remembering the reason you were here in the first place. "well I have an assignment coming up.. and i've been procrastinating for a while on it so.." you admitted.

"the one in physics?" he tilted his head slightly.

"yeah.. yeah that one" you chuckled, which warmed up his heart. he swayed his body side to side a bit as he looked around for a moment.

"I can help you if you'd like. I already finished mine a while ago so.." his offer would definitely not be denied. you were struggling as much as it is.

"please. I'd really appreciate it." you said without hesitation.

another smile broke on his face, mentally giving himself a pat on the back. "great."

you returned the smile before taking out your phone.

"do you want to have my number? so we can set up the days to work on it?"

his throat dried up. you were asking to exchange numbers? he quickly nodded, taking out his phone as well.

"mhm y-yeah.. here" he quickly opened up his contact list so you could add yours.

after mindless scrolling on her phone, Shoko turned to no longer see satoru next to her. she raised an eyebrow, scanning the area. "hey where did the nerd go?"

suguru hummed before looking back at where he last saw him, with you.

"yo check it out." he gently hit shoko. "boys got game."

shoko stared in disbelief. "is he asking for her number?!" her exclaim was returned with a 'shh' from the librarian.

"its about damn time" suguru mumbled under his breath.

satoru [ 6:34]

'hey! wanted to let yk that I'm free this Friday if you're up for a study session'

you [ 6:37]

'hiii! sure that could work for me. what time?'

satoru [6:37]

'hm we could do 5-7?'

you liked a message

you [ 6:38]

'could we do it in your dorm? mines pretty messy rn..'

satoru [6:38]

'yeah yeah ofc'

to say he was pumped up was an understatement. he is getting the opportunity to spend time with you and get to really know you. only problem is, your room isn't the only one that's a mess. textbooks were stacked up like towers and there was papers scattered everywhere. he had some equations written up on places they shouldn't be. for example, he had an ap calculus one in his bathroom shower.

guess he should get to work.

he started off by organizing his books, placing them back on his shelfs, color coded by the way. he threw away any papers he deemed unnecessary as well as old candy wrappers.

there are things that draw in satoru. things that always are out of his reach such as black holes, theoretical physics, and you. but he's now more that positive that maybe, you aren't that far away after all.

because right now you were sitting so prettily in front of him with textbooks around you both as you began your study session. he was sweating like crazy because just minutes ago you walked in before he could even find a place to hide his various manga and figures. the ones you complimented.

"I like your figures" you said.

" oh uhm thank you!.." his voice trembled as he pushed in a singular sock under his bed before placing a pillow on the floor guiding you to sit down comfortably.

"didn't know you liked Digimon"

"oh, I thought those were Pokemon. My brother has a whole collection."

"you're brother is wasting his money on those.. Digimon is way better" he mumbled out without even knowing. his eyes widened as he realized that he was being rude and he expected you to be upset but you laughed.

"really?"

satoru nodded as a faint blush appeared on his face.

"well yeah.." he pushed his glasses that were slipping back into place. "I believe it just has a better storyline.. and better character development"

it was quiet for a moment before he spoke up again.

"... you're as beautiful as angewomon's transformation scene"

your eyes widened. "..thank you?'

"offend me and i’ll drain the last traces of color from those cheeks of yours." (body guard!bakugo x mafia boss!reader)

» moodboard for week three of light it up like dynamight! — magic, madness, heaven, sin; the secret life of falling in love with the girl you swore to protect.