#SUGURU MOMMY

[yutamayo]

Get car seats for my kids first.

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This week's Discord Prompt!

JJK X OHSHC

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[echoofadream]

Think about owning two pretty boys, watching them fight for your attention. Small whimpers of annoyance leaving Satoru's lips as you pat Suguru's head for having obediently followed your commands. You had the two men on their knees in front of you as you sat on a chair, desperately trying to stretch their holes for you using their thick fingers coated in lube.

Suguru had put on a show for you, ass up and legs spread, eyes locked on yours as he glanced at you over his shoulder. His digits toyed with his hole, an exaggerated moan escaping his lips every time he stretched himself for you. He wanted to drive you crazy and he was definitely not failing.

Meanwhile poor Satoru, mesmerized(perhaps more than you) by the man next to him, simply reached behind his ass to finger himself, a sight he unknowingly never let you witness. And for which he didn't receive half the attention you gave Suguru.

"Sit" you commanded, pointing at your lap and the man got up and obeyed, his red sensitive dick brushing against the fabric of your woolen trousers.

"Ahh~ ngh hurts" he whimpered. You only smiled at him, your right hand reaching behind him and giving a harsh smack over one of his cheeks, action that made his hips buck forward, his cock rubbing against your pants again.

"Ahh~ mommyyy pleaseee~" he begged.

"Mommy~~" you heard Satoru's voice yell at you, the desperation in his voice amusing you. Meanwhile you stuck two fingers inside Suguru's hole, drawing a high pitched whimper from the man.

"Ride" you ordered and as obediently as a puppy he put his hands on your shoulders to support himself and started lowering his body on your fingers. "You're gonna break them, pretty boy" you said. "You're clenching around them so hard. Feels good baby?"

"MOMMYYY!" Satoru yelled again.

"What? You wanna be used too?" you ask the man. In response he nods rapidly and approaches you as soon as you tell him to get closer.

He positions himself at your feet. "What do you want me to do, mommy?" He glanced at the mess you had on your lap, mess that used to be Suguru's calm and collected self, and frowned. "Anything...I'd do anything for you..."

You smirked and gestured for him to move closer to your clothed calf. "Make yourself feel good puppy"

He wasted no time and started humping your leg, moans of pleasure or pain or both escaping his lips. You grabbed his hand and brought it closer to Suguru's dick. "Jerk him off" you told Satoru.

The man pouted at your words but knew better than to complain. After all he was getting off in this pathetic way for not whoring himself for you the way you wanted and he didn't want to risk you shooing him away.

His big hand wrapped around Suguru's cock and started moving up and down slowly.

"Ahh~ fuckk..." you heard the man on your lap moan in your ear.

"Yeah you like it you fucking whore" Satoru snapped at him, the pace he had on his dick increasing.

"F-fuckk~ ngh~...ahh~~"

You chuckled and put your hand on top of Satoru's head, stroking his hair. He leaned into your touch, his hips thrusting faster.

"Ngh-ah~ fuckk 'm gon~ gonna cum~" you heard Suguru whimper. Satoru squeezed the other man's cock hard. "Ahh~ Satoru~~"

"Wha-ahh you wan? Ffuuckk you want me t-to stroke you faster? To let you fuck~ c-cum?"

Both of them were out of breath, cheeks flushed pink as Suguru was riding your fingers despite the soreness in his thighs, Satoru's hand around his cock while his dick rubbed against the rough material of your pants, a deep shade of red, the pain arousing the man at your feet.

"Mommy! Tell him to ahh~ s-stop teasing mee!" Suguru yelled.

"Get off me" you sighed. The man looked at you confused and desperate for his release but he still obeyed and got on his knees in front of you. With a gesture of your head, Satoru understood your message and sat next to him.

"Both of you, face to face"

Complying, the two turned to each other. "Closer" you commanded and with an eye roll from Satoru he put his legs over Suguru's, their cocks almost touching one another.

You smirked. "Jerk each other off"

"What?!"

"Do you wanna cum today or not, Toru?"

He fell silent, his hand making its way to the other man's dick, slowly stroking the shaft.

"Ahh~..." Suguru let out a short whimper and started working Satoru's cock as well.

Your hand went between your legs, pressing hard on your crotch at the sight. The two men had their foreheads pressed against each other as they masturbated one another. They turned their heads towards you, both their cocks twitching when they saw you slide your trousers down to your ankles along with your underwear, revealing your dripping cunt.

"Don't mind me" you said nonchalantly as you effortlessly slid two fingers inside your pussy and pressed them against your g spot.

"Satoru~" Suguru purred the other man's name, his hand reaching behind his back and groping his ass cheeks.

"Mm~ c'mere" said Satoru and grabbed Suguru's chin with his free hand, bringing his face closer and pressing his lips on the other man's.

Both of them looked at you as they made out, their moans and whimpers filling the room. Satoru's hand left Suguru's chin and pinched his nipple instead, drawing a gasp from his friend, sound which soon got muffled by their mouths devouring each other.

"Mmm~ mommy~~ you like us?" Suguru asked, his soft voice sending waves of pleasure between your legs, the two men's actions driving you closer to your release.

"Doin' so good baby" you praised "my lovely boys, my lovely good boys"

White thick ropes spurted out of Satoru's cock, the sight enough for both you and the other man to follow him shortly. Poor boys didn't even get to see their mistress cum at the show they put on, their eyes squeezed shut. Perhaps even if they tried to look their eyes would soon be covered in the sweat that was dripping on their faces, making their vision even blurrier than the aftermath of the orgasm left it.

Both of them collapsed on the floor, laying on their backs, covered in their combined fluids and panting rapidly. When they tried to get up, you were there to help them and lead them to the bedroom where they could rest while you cleaned the mess they had made for your pleasure.

[hellomayu]

kiss kiss fall in love 💕

[hayakawalove]

mommy geto?

A/N: I don’t really do requests but I just needed to write this. Writing kinks I don’t even have, although mommy suguru wakes something in me.

CW: Vaginal sex, mommy kink except you call Suguru mommy but he is still male, creampie, gender neutral reader, discussions of gender

W/C: 832

Credit to adornedwithlight for the banner

Suguru knew he was pretty.

It wasn’t a secret by any means.

He knows he looks feminine, with his long luscious locks and soft grin. It’s never bothered him before, no matter how many times he’s been teased for it (usually by a certain white haired man).

He’s comfortable with his sexuality, comfortable with the way he presents himself.

He never went out of his way to appear androgynous, it just sort of happened.

And it has its upsides.

Mainly being the way you react to him.

The longing look in your eyes is not lost on him, nor is the way you linger to gaze at his hair when he’s freshly out of the shower.

And it’s entirely possible he goes out of his way to buy that one conditioner you like, he tells himself he likes it too, and he does - but he’s convinced you like it a bit more.

Suguru is undoubtedly a man, but he doesn’t see any harm in experimenting with the way he presents himself.

You haven’t ever really commented on it, not until now that is.

His hips are starting to ache with the pace he’s set, which is saying something, Suguru has great stamina and he knows it.

Sweat is beginning to form on his forehead, lining his pale skin, demonstrating just how hard he’s working.

He doesn’t mind being on top, doing all the work, in fact he likes how you look beneath him. Always perfect, if not a little helpless.

“So good, so good,” you’re a babbling mess.

Suguru can hardly form out the words you’re mumbling. He thinks it’s cute, though.

Your fingers are digging into his back, the burn of it going straight to Suguru’s cock.

How are you so perfect? He wonders, grinding his hips against yours.

Suguru almost loses himself to the pleasure, but he hears you speak again, so he forces himself to strain his ears.

He leans down closer into you, no doubt practically suffocating you, just so your mouth can be beside his ear.

“M-mommy…”

Wait.

Did he just hear what he thinks he heard?

His lips part, he’s about to ask you to repeat what you said, but you get there first.

“Mommy, h-harder” you wrap your legs around his hips tighter, subconsciously picking up on the fact his pace has faltered.

Suguru’s chest pinches at the sound of your voice, at the word you just spoke.

You had never discussed this before.

Yet Suguru still finds himself interested, his cock stirring at the foreign name.

“What was that, baby?” Suguru murmurs next to you.

You freeze beneath him, shaken from your cock drunk stupor. Suguru can nearly hear your brain rattling, trying to come up with some excuse.

“I um, I didn’t,” you flounder.

Suguru arches a brow, not that you can see it, and grins next to your head. So damn cute, he wants to say.

Suguru wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t tease you just a little bit.

“You want mommy to fuck you harder?” He coos, pressing his lips against your cheek before he pushes himself up to look down at you.

He feels your pussy clench around him, tighter than he thinks he’s ever felt before. Shit, you must’ve really liked that, huh?

Suguru’s realizing he did too, if he wasn’t completely engulfed in you, you would be able to see the way his tip is leaking at the word.

You look up demurely, your teeth digging into your bottom lip. Suguru can see that you’re starting to get nervous, the sight making his heart clench.

He wants to make you feel better. It’s all Suguru’s ever wanted to do.

Your lips part and it looks like you’re trying to form words, but Suguru can’t hear you.

“Come on baby, speak up. Tell mommy what you want.” He keeps his voice low in an attempt to disarm you.

It works, because not even a second later Suguru watches the way your eyes roll back into your head. Your nails start to dig into his back once more, scraping his tender flesh.

“Harder mommy, please please I want,” you groan.

Suguru smiles to himself and starts to slam into you, his own body shivering at the feeling. He can’t take his eyes off you, you look so damn beautiful beneath him. Your moans are filling the room, the sound so perfect Suguru almost thinks you can’t be real.

He can tell you’re close by the way you’re beginning to shake underneath him. He isn’t very far behind you, the momentum of the night completely turning, bringing him to orgasm faster than anything else has before.

“Fuck, fuck!” You’re sobbing, teeth digging in your lip as you finally fall off the edge.

“Shh, shh, mommy’s got you.” He murmurs, fucking you through it.

He holds off long enough for you to finish, before he follows shortly after. He silently tells himself to remember to ask you to call him that again.

[gothsuguru]

Request: Getou feels bad for secretly liking Gojo’s gf and making excuses to touch her.

the enormity of my desire disgusts me

contents: f!reader, one-sided love, obsession, cursing, touching (not unwanted but the intention is unbeknownst to reader as geto makes it a point to always want physical contact w them), mentions of self-destructive behaviors, guilt, & delusions. w.c: ~ 2.3k

a/n: hi! tysm for requesting :’) this is my first ever request/first time writing so please bear w me & i hope you enjoy! constructive criticism is totally welcome! <3

guilt creeps up suguru’s throat like a slithering serpent.

it crawls around the base of his tongue, writhing farther down, embedding its fangs into the flesh of his throat. a raw, mangled, bloody mess left in its wake.

remorse, witnessing the disarray that guilt’s plight leaves, frantically tries to discern where a home can be made. perhaps it can dance along his ribcage. pirouetting across his bones until it reaches a bloody cavern where it can dwell within a hole burrowed deep inside suguru’s heart.

maybe all of this despair can be washed away… a desire to cleanse his palate & purge his feelings away persists, yet he doesn’t allow himself the reprieve.

instead, he decides to swallow his shame down like a bitter whiskey, relishing in the thorn-like pin prickles. the harsh amber reflecting in his fatigued, glassy eyes.

the ache serves as a reminder.

suguru figures that the sharp gnawing pain that spikes his heart & torments his throat is the very least he deserves.

his therapist did say he had a tendency to wallow in his self-destructive thoughts. delude himself & cyclically make bad choices which turned into bad habits. but what’s another bad decision to him? a pyromaniac to his very core; suguru would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy playing with fire.

allowing himself a moment of respite, he fishes out a cigarette he stole out of shoko’s purse from the left pocket of his leather jacket. a silver heart-shaped vivienne westwood lighter in the right. he takes it out, rolling it softly in his warm palm, lackadaisically playing with the switch. imagining the cold metal were your cold hands instead, his own seeking to offer up warmth for your comfort. he gazes softly at the flame; flickering on and off. on and off. on and off. a burning fire reflected in his eyes. a burning desire razing his heart.

the whole world in the palm of his hands — the heart you presented to him.

(a gift from you to him — you begged him to quit smoking, it was bad for his health and you wanted him to be there in the future as best man at yours & satoru’s wedding. with a tight-lipped smile & crinkled eyes, he said he would.

always the deceiver.

you lit up, gaze softening while telling him to specifically use this lighter to light up the teakwood candle you bought him for his birthday. his smile turned fond, eyes crinkled softly with genuine mirth & adoration, he said he would. and he did.

always the sentimentalist.)

bringing the cigarette to his lips, he exhales a puff of smoke, allowing his low-lidded gaze to flit across the room. the warm lights illuminating the grungy bar, a favorite of nanami’s & shoko’s.

he reminisces on the days where both of you would talk for hours. from deep conversations about space, morality, your futures & pasts, to asking each other about what food you’d eat for eternity (cold zaru soba noodles for him, any form of potato for you), savory or sweet (both of you chose savory — suguru relishes in the fact that he has a connection with you on this), & if you two would still be best friends if the other one was a worm (both of you answered yes — you’d build a terrarium where wormguru could play & suguru would keep you in his pocket not caring if he’d be dubbed the weirdly hot worm-man.) from the serious to the silly, suguru felt his chest bloom with tender warmth. from the bottom of his heart, he knows that in this world and any others, he could truly be himself with you.

a soft sigh escapes him, a small smile gracing his face thinking about his memories with you. calling the bartender over for another drink after he downs his whiskey, he drawls out, “give me somethin’ sweet.”

he turns back around to the crowd of strangers, unintentionally smiling. he finds a few pretty boys & girls gawking at him, hyping themselves and each other up to go talk to him. he sees a few more pretty boys & girls looking away from his intense gaze, too shy to go up to him, praying instead that he’ll go to them.

the grin that previously took residence on his face falters. he finds himself upset that they’d think his smile was reserved for any one of them. none of them pique his interest per usual, & he hopes that the bags underneath his eyes, his myriad of piercings & tattoos, chipped black nail polish, and overall resting bitch face will stop anyone from coming near him.

(he knows it won’t. people often went after suguru and not satoru. he was always more caring, more in tune with his emotions with an air of magnetic mystique, unlike his brash, loud, & arrogant counterpart.)

suguru intakes a sharp breath, surprising himself with the haughty & bitter thought against his best friend, quickly washing it down with a sweet daiquiri hoping to honey the words in both his throat & mind, while simultaneously praying that it would soothe his heart.

slightly more alert, his gaze wanders around the room again. tired eyes widening slightly, lighting up greatly when he sees you.

there you were in all of your glory.

sitting leisurely, a leg swung upon the other, arm resting over the back of the tattered red vinyl couch, the very same one you both had countless conversations on. how were you so effortlessly cool? you could do anything and suguru would revel in it — drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

and like a moth, he found himself gliding across the bar towards you, his feet moving faster than his brain. his body demanding that it be near you, that it be graced with your presence. with a flick of his ring-clad fingers, his cigarette is crushed underneath his black boots. a piece of strawberry gum is popped inside his mouth along with another reapplication of vanilla lip balm to his lips to make sure that you knew they were soft to the touch.

with his heart beating ridiculously fast, he takes a deep breath before he stands in front of you, your perfume enveloping his senses making him slightly delirious from how delectable you smell. he prays that the blush dusting his cheeks fools you into thinking that he just drank too much; that it’s not because of you peering up at him through your lashes with your pretty eyes that are now affectionately directed towards his own.

“yo! suguru! long time no see!” you wave as you get up to greet him, a massive grin overtaking your face, eyes almost crinkled shut because you’re so excited to see one of your best friends.

without warning, suguru envelops you into a tight hug. his left hand placed against your lower back while his right hand cradles your head against his chest, your cheek pressing against his beating heart. suguru places his chin on the top of your head, craning his face slightly to get a whiff of your shampoo, ghosting a faint kiss on your hair that he knows you don’t feel, relishing in this moment with you. for a few seconds he can pretend… he deserves that much at least, he figures.

he could stay holding you in his arms forever, your body pressed up against his, protecting you from everything & everyone bad in this world, shielding you from predatory eyes around the bar. fucking wolves, the lot of them — suguru contemptuously thinks. it’s a good thing you’re here in his arms, suguru muses, confident in his ability to keep you safe.

as quickly as that thought dashes through his brain, you pull away. not wanting to alarm you with his panic that you’d leave him, a tight grip stays around your waist, forcing you to sit back down. he positions himself right next to you, his thighs touching your own, his right arm draped across your shoulder.

something that you can consider friendly.

something that he can consider more than that.

affectionate, no matter which way you take it.

“it’s been a while.” a fond smile beams across his face, bright amber eyes desperately glazing over your face. you’re so close to him and he’s so attentive to you, he imagines that the boy across the bar must think you both look like a couple. the pleasure suguru derives from that thought is second to none. you do look like you’d be his. he’s certain that he looks like he’d be yours, if his devoted nature is anything to go by.

he takes a a few strands of your hair, twirling them slightly around his fingers. “what are you doing here anyways? i wish i saw you before, we could’ve hung out!” suguru teasingly pouts, lips slightly jutted out, his eyes twinkling with playful mirth.

“tell me about it,” you playfully whine. “thankfully i just got here so we have plenty of time to hang out! don’t worry, i’ll make up for it so you can forgive me.”

“you never have to apologize for anything.” seriousness takes over his tone. suguru doesn’t want you to ever feel bad, even as a joke. not wanting to make you uncomfortable with his tense energy, he eases up his features and winks, “don’t worry your pretty little head about it, i’ll let you off the hook this time.”

you bark out a laugh which makes him elated, glad that he was able to make you smile. “sugu, you’re way too sweet! and ooh — you asked what i was doing here! toru wanted to chill out here for a bit, said if he didn’t get to drink a virgin piña colada right this second he’d faint.” you gaze around the bar, muttering under your breath, “he should be on his way here soon…”

right… satoru.

suguru feels his mouth get dry by the second, a venomous pang of guilt daggers his heart. his eye twitches along with his fingers, wondering if he should take his arm off of you.

if satoru saw this would he just consider it friendly touching? would he think that suguru was trying to make the moves on you? would he scream in his face about how can his best friend stab him in the back this way? the bitter taste of betrayal coats suguru’s tongue like a curse, and before he can do anything about it, a big SMACK! on his shoulder wakes him out of his trance.

“SUGUUUUUUUU! I MISSED YOUUUUUUU!” satoru bursts out onto the scene loudly, holding both your & suguru’s shoulders from behind the couch, bringing you two towards each other in a massive hug. with satoru’s face in the middle, smooshing both of your & suguru’s cheeks against his, suguru can’t help but feel a gnawing sense of shame.

satoru, affectionate as ever, kisses you both on the cheek. snowy hair ruffling with his actions, aquamarine eyes twinkling as bright as starlight, white eyelashes fluttering against the pink blush hued upon his soft cheeks. from here, suguru can see the light dusting of freckles on satoru’s nose, & the lightest sheen of gloss on his pink lips. no doubt from kissing you before he got here.

a twisted part of suguru is thankful for the kiss on the cheek, your glossy residue imprinted on his skin. an indirect kiss, he muses.

“sorry it took so long, i had to park so far away. hope you didn’t miss me too much, angel.” satoru pecks you on the cheek again, cheekily stealing an upside down kiss on the lips from you while he’s at it.

“no worries baby, i had sugu to keep me company.” you smile wide, eyes softening as satoru smoothes down your hair.

suguru forgot.

satoru trusts him with his entire life. with you.

the loud, brash, arrogant, self-centered boy suguru knew as a teen had grown up. cleaning up his act the moment he met you. enamored with your beauty, kindness, & personable nature — satoru fell deeply in love. he was still loud, but only to proclaim his love on the rooftops for you. he was brash at times but never with you. his arrogance was also truly never unfounded, he was just that confident in his own self and in the relationship he could have with you. suguru still thinks satoru can be self-centered at times, but never about you.

satoru puts you forward in every single aspect of his life — devoted. loyal. faithful. unbelievably constant with his love & adoration for you. your perfect other half.

your true soulmate.

you’re his one and only. and he’s yours.

“satoru! it’s been a while.” suguru prays the loud music can cover up the slight crack in his voice. he can feel his throat constricting like a python, he coughs to clear it, wanting to rid himself of the strangling feeling. he does what he does best in that moment: putting on a facade. a tight-lipped smile along with crinkled eyes graces his features, and he hopes that both you & satoru mistake it for pure happiness.

“you good, man?” satoru tilts his head like a puppy, looking at him questioningly. you do the same, concern clouding your beautiful eyes. he’s terrified that you both could see right through him.

“yeah.” suguru whispers quietly.

the ache that torments his throat & spikes his heart serves as a reminder.

he puts his warm hand over your cold ones in a comforting gesture. for who would it bring solace? he doesn’t know. at this point in time, he can’t bring himself to care. “just the summer heat.”

he brushes his thigh against yours once again, fiddling with your fingers softly. he figures he can allow himself this.

glancing into your eyes, his reflection stares back him.

he accepts that living with this ache of shame & this disgusting sense of desire is the very least someone like him deserves.

he figures he should allow it to devour him.

[wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife]

Shoko „who after a long sloppy make out session holds her cig to your mouth and makes you inhale it but laughs cockily when you get into a coughing fit and coyly says ‘aww poor baby, you take Gojo and Getou at the same time, on both ends but can’t handle a ‘lil cig’ and takes pitty on her pretty baby and kisses it all better again” Ieiri

[thequeenofsarcaasm]

[fuxhiguro]

BRAINROT😣 MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT 🖤

-fem!reader, mentions of breeding and bodily autonomy 🩷 just a needy sugu im living for it

sub!geto who’s so needy he can’t help but to disobey and lift your skirt for just the tip.

sub!geto who’s immediately whining and drooling just from the sight of your ass underneath.

sub!geto who clearly can’t help it :( its your fault he’s so hard and won’t help! how dare you treat your pretty boy like that!

sub!geto who gives every inch he has bottoming out inside of you continuously rutting like a pup in heat

sub!geto who starts pleading to cum , to paint your pretty walls and give him a child . after all he deserves it he’s such a good boy.

sub!geto who toys with your breasts as he teeters over the edge of insanity, you just feel so good 😖

sub!geto who cums so hard making his hips stutter while he’s inside with inaudible “thank you’s” and “mommy’s”🥴

neasean™ ~ do not translate, copy, modify, ai remake, or claim any of my work as your own.

[fujimiiiya]

[match-into-water-rawr]

immediately thought of them

[yutamayo]

King

[echoofadream]

Lexi's Masterlist🌹

Subby boys❤️

•Your favorite patient (gn reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

+cute drawing of him!

•I need a big boy (fem reader)

•Your long distance boyfriend (fem reader)

Anime❤️

Jujutsu kaisen

GETO

•Sub!Suguru x femdom!reader: Part 1 Part 2

•Mean bf Suguru x sub!fem!reader

GOJO

•Jealous subby Toru (gn reader)

SATOSUGU

•You're their mistress (fem reader)

CHOSO

•He's mommy's good boy (fem reader)

UTAHIME

•Fingering the stress out of her (gn reader)

Shorts❤️

•your fav patient got jealous

•masochism with your fav patient

•fav patient's daily routine

[ohimsummer]

This is nasty but poly stsg sucking on lactating reader while they jerk the both of them off. IGNORE THIS IF IRS STUPID

no I will not, ur a genius!!! them with a lactation kink is mayhaps a little intriguing….

they’re both extremely turned on by sucking on ur tits in general, let alone drinking the milk, plus if it helps relieve the ache in your chest then why not? win-win for everyone :3 they’re feeling you up all over and it’s such a relief to not feel so painfully full that you can’t even really focus on stroking them off, you have to remind yourself to keep touching them too but they don’t mind, as long as you feel good <3

somewhere in my head, satoru has a teeny tiny bit of a mommy kink…he will deny it at every turn but actions speak way louder than words (he’s a little too whiny and whimpering a little loudly and looks hypnotized as he sucks your nipples and he’s humping into your hand a little too eagerly) loves calling you mommy as a “”joke””

Suguru loves squeezing your chest (just a little since he knows it might hurt) and watching the milk dribble out. also loves referring to you as mommy/mama but less in a mommy way if that makes sense?? like goes ‘does mommy/mama need a massage☺️?’ smthg like that where it’s just teasing :33

[hieronymph]

Like mother

like daughters

[sillylittleguyinatrenchcoat]

geto meme batch bc i love one man <3 + this week’s episode broke me like a sad flimsy piñata