If I Dont See More Joseph Descamps X Reader Fics Im Actually Gonna Lose My Mind .

If I don’t see more Joseph descamps x reader fics I’m actually gonna lose my mind 🤷🏽‍♀️ .

Gojo has a raging Mommy kink... calling his girlfriend mommy, not even in a sexual way. He just wants to get taken care of

Absolutely….. but it’s like so unintentional and funny and he also says “mama” more though.

He doesn’t even remember when or why he started, but it probably had something to do with how nurturing she is towards him. On his long days from a mission, having his favorite meal cooked, helping him get into comfortable clothing, the warmth of her body against his colder one as he pulls her into his arms against the edge of the bed, he’ll just mutter a small “Thank you mama.” right before giving a small kiss in between her cleavage.

It gets worse when he’s needy…especially during sex he mumbles “mommy” in your ear, which threw you off at first, but how pretty his voice shuttered as he whimpered in the shell of your ear almost made you moan as well.

It’s not ever weird though, because he doesn’t say it in a baby voice or anything and his gf doesn’t baby talk him (Which is an ick…it just is)

But he’ll see her laying on the couch with his shirt on and lay his 6’7” ass on her, laying in the crook of her neck, asking her “What do you want to do today, mama?”

He still didn’t realize how much he calls you that until he slipped up while Geto was around and side eye’d him.

Geto: Oh so she’s mommy now? Does Baby Satoru need a bottle from mama Y/N too?

Gojo: SHUT UP YOU ASS—-

GETO 2- RESET

M/F sexually explicit, 18+ pussy eating, some deeper vibes, slow and also a little (consensual) slightly rough penetrative sex, plot, long-term exclusive relationship, grown Suguru, Suguru fic universe

Fighting with Suguru’s not physical- he’d never lay a single fucking hand on you, but you do fuck each other up. You- bat shit aggressive, Him- face and neck dark red, fists clenched, Both- gesturing and pointing, slamming hands on tables and walls, voices so loud that even in Suguru’s massive place, his rich ass, nosy, pearl-clutching neighbor’s banging on the door, yelling about quieting down.

After you’ve talked together, talked through, and apologized for whatever the thing was, you don’t fully reset as easily as he does, attitude still all over your damn face. He knew what he was getting into, falling for a powered-up Black girl, and he doesn’t give a shit. He’s about to fuck you in that good Suguru way, reconnect with you, enjoy his girl. You’ll be fine soon.

Tonight he rounds the kitchen island as you chug tequila, kisses your cheek softly, pries the bottle from you while you look mean as hell, takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. He knows you, knows you’ll always let him undress you and get you comfortable in bed whether you’re desperate to fuck or fuming- so he does. He stands at the edge of it, gets rid of his own clothes, leaving his smooth skin, his tattoos, cut muscles and boxer briefs stretched against his huge bulge. He takes his hair down, frowning because he’s thinking, eyes scanning your body, ready to be exactly what you both need.

“Fuck you Suguru”- you say absentmindedly, taken by how gorgeous he looks. He smiles. You’re really cute after being a little shit.

“Yeah? Okay. I got you sweets.”

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When Suguru’s pissed, he calls you girl. “Don’t fuck with me girl… Girl that’s not what I fucking said… Girl you need to back the fuck off... tch girl, I’m not doing this shit right now”

Otherwise it’s all sweets. “And he’d kill anyone else who tried calling you that. Aye- sweets!… Love you sweets… What the fuck sweets… Sweets, get over here… Shit sweets let’s go… Sweets- you know you’re my sweets right?”

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You exhale long hearing that name and seeing his smile- the last of the aggressive, invincible bitch feeling leaves you. Now Suguru’s about to do what Suguru does.

He runs his hands up your legs as he crawls onto the bed, pressing one of your thick thighs to your chest and pushing your other out wide, his broad shoulders fitted against your inner thighs. Your hips start to move, feeling his breath against your cunt.

He kisses your thighs, hands still running along your legs, feels your body relaxing- drags his tongue back and forth between your folds, eyes closed and calm, moans louder than yours. Suguru rarely needs his own spit, has your juices sparkling and trickling with a look or a wink or a brief touch. He’s unhurried with you, then gives your clit the kind of relentless suction and pressure that has you compliant and cumming quick. Your thighs squeeze and press against his shoulders, groaning and heaving like the mess you already are- his tongue stretching in and out inside you, licking and sucking in every thing he wants, which is all of it. And while your mind processes the erotic work he’s been about, he moves over you- your eyes only opening because his soft dark hair tickles your neck and face. His dick’s about to do even more for you.

Suguru spreads the opening of your cunt just a few centimeters with the wide head of his cock, then pulls back to slide it up and down your slit. And again he’s pushing into you the slightest bit, hearing those sticky wet sounds and your irresistible noises, dick rolling into that tiny station that gets his favorite look on your face fast- soft, hazy, but eyes still sharp. Over and over, pressing in, gliding up, his eyes trained on you, watching every slow blink and gleam and sharp gasp. You don’t know how long he kills you this softly, between your fingers cramping from digging your nails into his biceps, and your neck stiff from raising your head and pulling his hair back to shove your tongue down his throat, and kiss every inch of his pretty face. He finally fills your pussy with his cock-

“Y/n.” He whispers close to your ear, and stops, completely buried inside you- doesn’t move until he feels you shivering hard and hears his own name whispered from you. Suguru only uses your real name in moments like this, and it almost breaks your heart that you’d treated him so terribly- and hearing you, he can’t believe he’d been such an asshole. You have so much depth and meaning together and you’re both overwhelmed for a moment, thinking about what you have. He starts thrusting slow and deep, disciplined and precise, everything up to this attentive and tender. But you’re back to good with each other- his mind and dick shift, need to really fuck you. You need him to really fuck you. Suguru kisses your neck and pulls out, sits up and puts his hair back in a bun.

“Love you.”

“Love y-“ He’s flipped you over, reached an arm under you, pulled you up on all fours and sunk his huge hands into your waist before you can finish. He watches as his cock pushes back into your cunt, angling his dick exactly where he knows you’ll lose your shit.

“Baby.” His voice quiet and husky- and you move faster, his hips snapping forward, yours backwards, spreading your ass cheeks, his dick shiny and gooey from all that slow shit, pounding you ruthlessly, your big tits sore from swinging and slapping against your body. Your groan is low, violently cumming all over his cock, and he thrusts so hard cumming right after you that you both topple onto the bed panting and spent.

That boy’s so good with aftercare, but couldn’t give a fuck right now- neither can you. He rolls off of you onto his back, leaning over to lick a long stripe of sweat from your neck. You lay next to each other holding hands, too tired to cuddle.

“You still pissed sweets?”

“Fuck you Suguru. I love you.”

“I love you too.” __

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* ”Geto” originally used, corrected to Suguru after posting

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