EUPHORIA.

3rd degree terrorist

[sugurusbeloved]

✶ 𝔇𝖠𝖯𝖧𝖭𝖤 ﹒ 𝓼he/her ﹒ twenty ﹒ virgo ﹒ certified kendrick glazer﹒ suguru's cult princess ﹒ wolf larsen's housewife .ᐟ

( 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ⋆ 𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 ⋆ 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 ⋆ 𝟦時𝖠𝖬 )

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[sugurusbeloved]

◆ MDNI | men whimpering in 4k

you’re not stupid. you know exactly what suguru is doing.

the first time, he does it so carelessly that you persuade yourself it's nothing at all. he’s carrying heavy grocery bags into the kitchen, veins bulging on his thick forearms that are currently straining against the plastic handles, and then, right as he passes your chair: “nnnhh—ahhh, fuck.”

it’s a soft, breathy purr, like he just couldn’t hold it back. you seize up, surprise and confusion hitting you at the same time as your face heats instantly. and he has the nerve to peek at you over his shoulder, mauve eyes wide and feigning surprise. “ah, sorry 'bout that. heavy bags.”

then there’s the mornings. he wakes up unrushed and lifts his arms above his head with a sluggish yawn, his back arching into a curve that hoists his shirt up ever so slightly, making him utter the most sinful sound has ever graced the earth.

“mmhh—ohhh god… yeahhhh.” and he does it without an ounce of shame too, as if a porn soundtrack in your bedroom at 8 a.m. is nothing extraordinary.

you choke on your breathe, clutching to the blankets a little too hard. when you glare at him, he only shushes you with a patronizing little tsk from across the pillows, cutting off your irritation before it can even start. “what? felt good to stretch. can't blame a guy.”

after that, it’s constant. sighs that sound just a little too much like wet moans, throaty hums when he pulls his raven hair loose from its man bun, even a breathless "ahhh—fuck” when he drops his bulky build onto the couch. each and every little sound is intentional and well-calculated. you can’t prove it, but god—he knows exactly what he’s doing.

the worst, though, is when you’re massaging his shoulders after a tiring day spent battling with curses. he’s sitting on the floor between your legs, head slumped forward to expose the long line of his neck, letting you release the thick knots in his back.

“oh-ohhh fuck, yes. right there—god, you are so good with your hands.” he drags the words out like they belong in a private bedroom, pitching into a whinier, petulant cadence which makes your pulse spike immediately.

you pause, your fingers paralyzed. “suguru. stop.” he turns his head for you to observe his lazy smile, his bottom lip jutting out just the tiniest bit in a petty pout. “whattt? i’m talking to them, not you. your hands just have a mind of their own, baby.”

you press harder into the muscle, trying to punish the smugness out of him, but the heel of your hand just forces another whimper out. “ahhh, mhhnn—yes, baby, harder... right there—”

that sly fucker.

“you're—you're doing that on purpose!”

“doing what?” he cranes his neck to look at you, eyes all wide innocence while he fights to maintain a solemn facade. “i can’t control how good it feels, no?"

his head tilts back into your lap, chasing the press of your thumbs like a curious puppy begging for attention; a satisfied, wet hum spilling from his throat.

“mnhm… don’t stop. they’re the only ones who are ever nice to me after a long day.”

his weight leans more densely into your hands, forcing your thighs to squeeze together to steady him, and that’s when you notice the tiny tilt of his hips. the thin cotton of his grey sweatpants is tenting just slightly, flimsy fabric straining with the pulsing outline of his cock. every touch of your fingers drags the material tighter, causing a dark patch to bleed across the cloth.

“you’re absolutely disgusting.” though, your voice lost all of it's footing already.

suguru lets out a throaty laugh at that as if it's the most funny thing he'd ever heard today, foxy eyes crinkling even further with humour. “am i, really? or are you just finally noticing?”

as though to back up his claim, suguru junior twitches violently beneath the thin cotton, a long ridge pressing boldly against his right thigh, to be exact. he tips his head all the way back, presenting you the elation of the smirk actively feeding his handsome face.

“hey now, don't interrupt my excellent time with your hands. i still wanna see what other things they can do."

[sugurusbeloved]

I always love getting a notification that you posted🥹

thank you so much dear 🫶🏼 i'm hoping to go back on grind when my finals are done.

(and the most important one is today, so expect something if it goes well☝🏼)

[sugubear]

PLEASE REPOST THE DOG TOJI FIC PLEEEEEAASSSEEEEEEEEEUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

babe 😭 that fic was honestly so badly writtennn?? i wrote it like three years ago & reposted it on my old account and i actually thought no one would be into it.

so no, i can't repost it because it's terrible and i just don't have the patience to rewrite all of that. i'm sorry 🥀

[levitonin]

This was supposed to be quick coloring but I got carried away and rendered it

[sugurusbeloved]

falling asleep while giving one of the jjk men head, but they still continue to f ur throat (with established consent ofc!!)

hello anon !

the overall idea is wonderful, but unfortunately i'm going to have to decline. i'm not entirely comfortable with the concept of a character using their partner's body while they're asleep, and that's entirely on me. i apologize for not having this stated in my rules beforehand. still, thank you so much for your time and interest ♥︎

[sugurusbeloved]

hi new mootie i luv your layout sm

thank you precious !! can confidently say the same about you ♥︎

[sugurusbeloved]

BIRTHDAY BUDDIES!!🙂‍↕️

OMG i've never seen someone with the same birthday as me !! virgo twins ☝🏼

[sugurusbeloved]

I sent in the last ask you answered, I’m so glad you agree 🥹🫶🏻

ofc bb !! i have pretty strong beliefs about particular jjk characters so i enjoy talking about them ♡

[sugurusbeloved]

I’m a firm believer that Toji would ease up on you when you’re menstruating. He’s so odd, he can probably tell like a day before you even can

wait that sounds so incredibly accurate and well-characterized. toji really wouldn't be thinking about sex 24/7 like some people portray him to. honestly, i think it’s probably the last thing on his mind outside of a few rare occasions. i really dislike the over-the-top fanon where people write him saying things like "beg for it, slut" and being overly aggressive for no reason whatsoever. (no shade to writers who enjoy that, it’s just not my thing)

^^ whenever i look at that official art of mamaguro cradling his face all i can see is a man who is completely bewildered by how deeply in love he is. and having zero cursed energy cos of his heavenly restriction means his physical senses are most likely sharpened to a superhuman degree.

if he’s actually paying attention, he’d easily pick up on shifts in your mood or body chemistry before you even notice. and he’d definitely soften up and drop the usual aloof (?) persona whenever you’re in pain, because seeing you hurting would make his heart ache too for sure.

that being said, i struggle writing him a lot cos i have to balance on a wire trying not to make him a soft teddy bear, (because all these years spent in zenin clan, NO ONE can make him a complete simp), but also not to turn him into a completely mean, abusive husband. i really have to word everything so precisely to capture that gray area in between. (which i fail, LMAO)

[sugurusbeloved]

daph pls peg nerdjo for me next!

don't worry babe i gotchu

[sugurusbeloved]

☆ MDNI

try as he might, nerdjo never could have guessed that he had a pain, or worse, humiliation kink.

he knew he was a pathetic simp for you—that was just a gross fact, like the way his words would stumble whenever you pressed the feeblest kiss on his cheek. but he hadn't walked into this hoping to get off on you hating his guts. that was too sick, even for him.

it was a complete tragedy when it first happened. you were screaming your head off over his constant postponement of your shared group work, and your hand just swung out, smacking his cheek. it wasn't even a hard hit, but the shock of your rage confused his sensations.

his vision swam, and an instant heat burned his face alongside an odd twinge. he readjusted his askew glasses with a defiant hand, trying to scoff and mutter something about you being "unreasonably dramatic and prissy" when he felt that ugly, sudden pressure straining his jeans.

when you eventually realized, you went stone still, eyes dropping straight down. “satoru, are you..?”

he just shriveled up, trying to wiggle away, shifting his hips sideways to hide the evidence. "w-why are you looking there? it's a perfectly normal response for a guy!"

meanwhile, he was praying silently to an almighty power, begging for you to just look away. but by every contrast, you did the cruelest thing you could think of. you pressed your thigh against his groin, grinding firmly. a tiny "oof" escaped satoru's lips, his hips giving a needy twitch.

“you’re hard?” your words felt like a court's final sentencing order that scared the living shit out of him. “you seriously get off on this?”

the horror washed over his pale face, suffocating him severely, but even then, he tried to push your shoulder back with a weak laugh. "get off on you? please, as if your awful temper could ever—ah!" he cut himself off as you rubbed yourself on a particularly sensetive area, his eyes flaring up wide. the most disgusting part of his messed-up self was exposed bright-lit under your rage. his whole face was red with embarrassment.

and yet, he got impossibly harder against your leg, a fat lenght twitching in his jeans.

your hand shot down, crushing the denim with all your strength. all your anger, all your nasty frustration went into that squeeze on his cock. why couldn't he just shut his big mouth and agree that he was a smug asshole?

meanwhile, an erotic moan tore out of satoru's throat, the kind you'd stumble across on some cheap, exaggerated porn. his whole body arched, hips bucking into your merciless hand. "a-ah! let go—" he gasped out, his muscly body moving against his own voluntarily decision, pleading for more of this sweet torture. "it's—it's not about you! i already told you that!"

he was really quivering now, sweat dampening his hairline and down his forehead while his hips kept stuttering against your fist.

“a few slaps and you just get a hard-on?” you spat, not easing up the grip for a second. "you really are a freak, still denying it while your dick’s telling on you. disgusting.”

satoru hissed out a breathy whimper, azure eyes squeezed shut behind his overly expensive frames. his body slammed back against the wall, an intense rapture rushing through his entire body. a dark, wet patch bloomed fast through the fabric, right under your palm, moistening your fingers. a reedy whine escaped him as he came into his pants, his legs buckling before he slumped against the wall, completely spent.

best believe, you made a point of hitting him more frequently from then on.

[universalstarfly]

nerdjo w that sexy ass happy trail💦

creds - talented artist

[sugurusbeloved]

✶𓈒 suggestive

suguru geto would look exquisite if he was pregnant. you had a habit of telling him that.

it happened for the first time when you were on a mission together. a curse thirsted to take his head clean from his body, but suguru twisted—a last-second leap sideways, and offered only the clasp of his hair. it snapped free under vile claws, and you saw the voluminous river of his hair unfurling in the air around him, shining like spilled ink.

you had never seen his hair unbound before. it was always restrained, a tight man bun at his crown, or that same severe knot with a few dark strands framing the glorious architecture of his face.

with his hair down, he looked almost like an emperor's favorite concubine, kept in the finest silks and soft beddings, waiting to be fed sweetmeats by royal hands, and bred by the emperor himself. to grow round and glowy as a child swelled inside him, a dreamy smile forming on his lips as he cradled his belly. you could almost see it, the way his hips would widen, they way his breasts would get heavier and more tender, complaining about his aching foot and the baby kicking at 4 a.m.

meanwhile, back in present, suguru summoned his rainbow dragon, sending it forth without much thought, impelling the curse to die in less than a second. the dragon returned to his side, floating around like a dog expecting praise from its owner.

you mumbled half-heartedly —something like "you have a beatiful face with your hair down... you'd look pretty if you were pregnant"— and the horror of your sentence left suguru's mouth agape. he could only stare at you, his usual assesing eyes now blown wide as a startled fawn's. then, he rapidly turned his head away, his tan cheeks blooming a faint red out of embarrassment. "what the hell...?"

all the while, the rainbow dragon hovered there, watching him with all the confusion a curse like it could possibly muster, it's iridescent head tilting as if to ask, what strange human magic is this?

[sugurusbeloved]

18+ "glasses stay on" with nerdjo !

satoru's plush lips are on your thigh, panting like a cornered rabbit. he’s been reduced to this wretched state since you pushed him onto his back, a complete opposite of the "obnoxiously brilliant second-year" he plays in the daylight.

(he’d solved a math problem that had stumped your entire semester, then spent twenty minutes explaining it to you with big, puppy eyes, and you’d decided his reward would be this).

his hands fumble at the waistband of your shorts. “let me just—my glasses are gonna get in the way, let me take them off.” his hips thrusts against the mattress, fat bulge dragging a wet line against your bed.

“no.” you tighten your grip in his snow white hair, a shocking cloud against your dark sheets. “i like them. they stay on.”

“but you don’t understand, the frame is expensive, and um, and the lenses—ow, okay, okay!” he yelps as you tug, but it rapidly dissolves into a muffled moan when you settle over his face, rubbing your bare skin all over.

you rock against him once, drawing small circles on his face. you feel the rigid plastic of his frames, the warm slide of his straight nose. “see?” you murmur. “i won't break your glasses which you probably sold one of your balls to buy. they’re fine.”

“they’re not,” he insists, petulant voice vibrating into your cunt. "the angle is all damn wrong—”

you hump your hips anyway, a little faster, grinding down onto his mouth and tongue, which, despite his protests, is working pretty well. "l-look, i can't even do this properly—"

his resistance ceases a little as you crest, a tight lum low in your tummy. you grind down harder, holding his face prisoner, and his veiny hands grab your hips roughly, trying to take control in his own clumsy way.

it happens with a breathy moan from you: a sudden gush spraying his luminous face, dripping past the frames of his precious glasses, coating the lenses in a opaque film. it runs in rivulets down the high arches of his cheekbones, drips from his jaw, even splashes up onto the pale mess of his hairline.

you collapse to the side, sucking air in ragged, desperate gulps. satoru lies motionless, a slow drip fallling from the tip of his nose.

“...gross,” he whines, but he doesn’t move to wipe his face. “i told you. i told you they’d get in the way.”

“you loved it,” you pant, reaching over to push his fogged, streaked glasses up the bridge of his nose with a single finger. he blinks up at you, a drenched wreck, and a tremulous, embarrassed smile breaks across his glistening face.

“...you should eat more pineapples.”

[sugurusbeloved]

your theme is so uuggghhh i love looking at it

thank you so much angel !! i'm making a great effort to keep my layout for 3 days straight but it's making me lose my mind 🥀

[sugurusbeloved]

satoru thinks your child is... not yours?

you always knew your husband was silly from time to time — but it was undeniable that he was actually the smartest human in the whole world. growing up in the gojo clan had sharpened both his mind & ego, and he thought he was prepared for anything.

except, when his firstborn baby arrived, joy overwhelmed his "keen" senses.

"...i might've cheated on you."

for a being who slaughtered the most vile curses with a lazy roll of his wrist, satoru gojo looked pretty unidentifiable. his aquatic eyes were huge and clouded with bone-crushing guilt, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked at the bundle in front of him, and then back at you.

the child was beautiful, this much was plain. but he was not your child. at least not recognizably.

there was no trace of the signature white hair or blue eyes whatsoever—nor did the boy seem to bear even a fleeting resemblance to your own visage. just a tiny, wrinkled little facade that belonged to absolutely nobody.

​satoru looked physically sick. all the color drained from his face, gazing at you with a kind of horrified panic, long fingers clutching to the baby's blanket. ​“i-i swear to you, i don't recall any of it," he stammered, his voice wobbling with dread. "i-i love you beyond measure. it... it must have happened without my knowledge."

what a fucking cliché it is, but he looked for all the world like a frightened man awaiting execution, fully engrossed in his stupid delusion.

"baby, please, you have to believe me, i could never break our vows... y-you know me, i-i would never—"

and throughout his meltdown, you could only stare with your mouth hanging hallway open, body frozen with absolute shock and bewilderment. is he really that braindead?

"satoru," you eventually interrupted his rambling, voice pitched a tad too high with disbelief. "the child came out of me. how exactly could you have cheated to make that happen?”

​an oppressive silence descended upon the hospital room, the gears slowly grinding back to life in his brain. his "brilliant intellect" that usually fed his ego greater than anything finally returned to earth as he blinked down at the boy; the sheer idiocy of the concept clocking into him. ​

​a breathless laugh bubbled out of his throat, the immense self-loathing leaving his frame all at once as he buried the baby's face against his broad chest ever so gently, his eyes shining with relief and a heavy humiliation.

​when he finally looked up, he was wearing a wet smile on his face, cheeks flushed and damp with the tears he’d been shedding over. lunatic. the curve of his pillowy lips trembled slightly as he offered a soft, sheepish grin, fully defenseless under your judging stare.

​“fuck, i’m an idiot,” he murmured, the vibration of his chest making his son startle in his cradle as he leaned in to press a tender, apologetic kiss to baby's head. “right, yeah. biology. i guess i'm the one who should be asking what you were doing nine months ago."