mrblueeyes | Open Post & Wishlist

Open Post & Wishlist

RP wishlist:
Shippy stuff with Suguru forever. Also always interested in Nanami, and I'm totally here for dark shit with Sukuna. Interested to explore ship possibilities with other canonmates (but not his students or the younger generation in general). Open to a variety of power dynamics but have a preference for Gojo bottoming--I find when I play him that he likes to flex like he's more dominant and toppy, but his actual type is guys who will call him out on that shit and make him yield.

My dream PSLs are usually long, plotty, filled with conflicting motivations, and also a large side of smut and kink. I like playing with co-dependent and obsessive relationships where things get messy and characters make bad decisions. I love building plots so I'm more than happy to come up with ideas, and I'm always up for building AU backstories and settings.

Specific ideas & most wanted right now:

Sugusato:
-At the end of jjk0, Gojo spares Geto and steals him away, nurses him back to health but keeps him locked up.

-Beauty & the Beast AU. Knight Gojo shows up to slay shapeshifter Geto, but gets caught in the enchantment and trapped in the castle with Geto and his pet curses, and has to learn empathy toward curses and falls in love with Geto while he's trying to figure out how to break the spell.

weird dystopian jujutsu sorcerers openly rule modern society as kings AUs:
-heian era or fantasy au option, rebel/feral curse user geto gets captured to be used as a puppet under gojo family control
-modern au (still jujutsu dystopia, sort of arranged marriage), geto getting pushed into indentured servitude for the gojo family, with lots of bullshit about how honored he should be for the 'apprenticeship' when really it's just how the noble families control powerful sorcerers popping up among the commoners

-teenage fluff shenanigans forever, awkward misunderstandings, jealousy, cute confessions

-dark AUs generally (curse user Gojo AUs, evil Geto willing to seduce/corrupt/kidnap/exploit Gojo)

Sukugo:
-Hundreds of years ago Sukuna was defeated and bound to obey the Gojo family. Now, the heir of the Gojo family knows this curse is dangerous, but he’s starting to become a little obsessed…

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"You want to end up covered in cum, having it drip from your hole?" He whispers the questions into Satoru's ear, nuzzling his temple, and deliberately pitches his voice low, aiming to turn Satoru on.

He knows they should clean up because things will dry uncomfortably between them, but Suguru doesn't want to detach from Satoru just yet. It's one thing he'll have to account for in the future, and perhaps grab a damp towel before they start anything in the future... but for now, he's still not moving.

"We can test your recovery period again," he teases. "And mine. See how many times I can fuck you before you're coming dry."

Satoru keens appreciatively, hips grinding up against Suguru with immediate needy desire. “Yes. Yes, please. If you’re fucking me, my recovery period is irrelevant, isn’t it? You can fuck me while I’m limp and overstimulated and I’ll still be into it. Prostate orgasms are the best, anyway. At least for me.” He grins with a hint of cheekiness, realizing that their arrangement involves less of that for Suguru. He’s pretty confident that’s how they both want it, from what they’ve discussed so far, though he’s happy to take care of Suguru in that way whenever he requests it.

“And I’ll be a good cockwarmer for you in between,” Satoru promises, scraping his nails lightly up Suguru’s spine, slow and teasing, spilling over with affection as usual and hungry for contact.

"So this is how you like to be overstimulated. Used like a toy for my pleasure?" he teases, leaning in to kiss his neck again, . He's never actually had a prostate orgasm before, always having topped in his sexual encounters, and not having considered it in solo play. A possible thing to explore, although Suguru would never request it, even from Satoru; the thought never occurs to him.

But Suguru does mentally tuck away that information, understanding a little more of what Satoru wants, and what he wants in connection with that. Inside Satoru, his cock twitches, turned on by those nails raking up his spine, although he's not yet growing hard again. He'll need another few minutes for that.

"I should keep you on my lap one day, see how good of a cockwarmer you really are." At home, not at the office, in that case, although there are other things they can do in the office. He shouldn't (they shouldn't) but Suguru does like the idea of having Satoru kneeling for him under his desk.

"Uh-huh," Satoru agrees, whimpering with lust at the dirty talk, cheeks flushing. "Yes, please, Suguru. Make me your toy."

He shivers at the feeling of Suguru's cock twitching inside of his body, against the sensitive ring at his entrance, his own pulse beating a steady rhythm through those muscles around Suguru's shaft.

"While we watch TV," Satoru suggests. "Fuck me and then just keep me there as your cockwarmer, teasing and toying with me until you're ready to use me again." He rumbles with desire at the thought of it, and then gets overwhelmed with desire for it and bites Suguru's shoulder, shuddering a couple of times with pure lust before he can let go and behave.

"My cute cockwarmer," he teases, rocking his hips against Satoru's, pushing deeper inside him. "I do want to figure out where you're sensitive, spending a night toying with you would be a good way to do that." He wants time to focus on Satoru, especially when Satoru couldn't wriggle away.

He shudders at Satoru's bite, moaning, and drops his head to Satoru's shoulder. His grip on Satoru tightens, fingers pulling at his hair and digging into his side. "You're doing a good job at making me hard again, baby. Keep doing that and I'll be fucking you again in no time."

Satoru whines appreciatively at the thought of Suguru toying with him. He wants that so much, to belong to Suguru, to be at his mercy, desired and precious and utterly spoiled.

The hand in his hair draws another aroused sound from him, helpless and choked with desire, and he gives a shudder, hips rocking up against Suguru. He feels such a delicious surge of satisfaction at how Suguru’s head presses against his shoulder like that. It feels incredible to know that he’s pleasing Suguru, and he doesn’t want to think about anything else. Only his beloved matters. His wonderful, kind Suguru. “Good. I wanna make you hard. Wanna make you feel good. Keep you warm and surrounded by pleasure. My Suguru. I love you so much.”

Suguru loves it when he whines like that, and he kisses Satoru's shoulder in response, biting lightly and sucking. He really is going to come away from this covered with Suguru's marks, which is what he wants. Most of them might be hidden by his clothes, but they will both know the marks are there.

"I love you, too, Satoru. You make me so happy." All of this has made him so much happier than he ever expected. He would have been happy just being Satoru's friend. And now that he has the chance to show Satoru just how much Suguru loves him, and how happy he makes Suguru, he'll never let that go.

Suguru rocks his hips against Satoru's, slowly growing harder inside him, between their talk and the tight heat of Satoru's hole, still slick with lube and his cum.

"I can feel how much your body wants me. Your hole clings to me."

A breathy chain of gasps slips from him as Suguru sucks on his shoulder again, leaving him with another mark. “You’re making art of me,” Satoru says, laughing happily.

He moans as Suguru starts rocking his hips more in earnest, his sizable cock filling up inside of Satoru. “Uh-huh. Fuck. I love that feeling. You growing hard inside of me like that. Stretching me open slowly with that huge, gorgeous cock of yours. I was made for you, Suguru. Made to make you feel good.”

Nuzzling at Suguru’s shoulder, Satoru whispers again, overwhelmed by his love and desire. He can’t deal with how much he adores Suguru. “I love you. My Suguru. Say again that I’m yours.”

Suguru groans at Satoru's words, which do their job of arousing him. He's hard now, cock full inside Satoru, and aching to move already, with more force than he has been.

"I'll leave marks in the shape of my name," Suguru says, shifting up and resting his weight on his hands so he can look down at Satoru beneath him, "making sure everyone knows who you belong to. You're all mine, aren't you, sweetheart? Made to take my cock."

He punctuates his words with thrusts of his hips, each a little more forceful than the previous. Suguru studies his face as he starts to fuck him in earnest, just to make sure there's no genuine discomfort.

"All yours," Satoru echoes, breathy with awe and pleasure, radiantly happy at the fact that he belongs to Suguru. His Suguru. He rolls his body up to meet each of those thrusts, moans growing sharper as Suguru's thrusts intensify, but his expression is all hunger, greedy for more. Holding Suguru's gaze, Satoru grins up at him, warm and happy. This is right where he wants to be, and he feels unbelievably lucky. "Fill me up, Suguru. Again and again. My beloved. My one and only."

He reaches up, hand cupping against Suguru's cheek and then sliding up into his hair, brushing it back from Suguru's face as they move together. "My Suguru."

It's still unbelievable to Suguru that they're here, doing this together; it was just a handful of days ago when he decided to write that first letter. Little he did he realize it would lead them to this.

"My Satoru," he says, nuzzling his nose against Satoru's, and then kissing him quickly. It's almost overwhelming, if he thinks about it too much, and so he tries not to, focusing on the sensations of all of this. He slows a little, his thrusts not quite as intense as he simply savors the feeling of Satoru's hole clenching around him, the feeling of fucking into him. He pulls out of Satoru for a moment so he can shift back for better leverage, and sinks into him again, pressing deep inside Satoru, and then fucking him with slightly shallower, sharper thrusts.

"I love you," he whispers again; he could sing it to the heavens, only he'd never do something with so much exposure. So he'll settle for whispering it here, between them, and fucking it into Satoru with every thrust, marking it on his skin with every touch.

He doesn't give Satoru any warning when he comes this time, his hips stuttering to a halt as his cock twitches and he spills inside Satoru.

Satoru whines as Suguru pulls out of him, even if it's only for a moment, then moans as Suguru returns to him, filling him deeply. He shudders at the sensation of it, hips giving a twitch upward as Suguru sinks in that last little bit, grinding their hips together to get every last millimeter of Suguru inside of his body, uniting them as deeply as possible.

He's quivering with desire and overstimulation, prostate swollen from Suguru fucking against it, and words have failed him again, dissolving into just moans and little cries.

"Suguru," he murmurs, when Suguru goes still again inside of him. He reaches for his husband, winding his arms around Suguru's shoulders to pull him down so that he can cling again, whole body trembling from being too overstimulated and yet not quite able to come again yet. "Suguru."

He lets Satoru pull him down again, going in for another kiss. He stays inside Satoru— he wouldn't be able to move anyway, with Satoru clinging to him like that. Not that he wants to pull away, or be out of Satoru even for a moment.

He slides a hand between their bodies, curling it loosely around his cock, simply holding it rather than stroking. "What do you need, baby?" he asks, nuzzling against his cheek, and rocking his hips deeper into him as his cock softens inside Satoru.

Satoru makes grateful noises in response to the kisses and nuzzling, soaking up the affection and letting it soothe the scattered bits of his mind. "Like that," Satoru says, reaching to curl his hand around Suguru's, giving it a squeeze to encourage him to tighten. "Just hold me. Tight pressure. Squeeze every second or two."

He moans as Suguru complies, giving him that warmth and pressure around his cock, the extra edge he needs to help nudge him toward the edge. Shuddering gratefully, Satoru writhes beneath him, hips rocking up against Suguru as he murmurs Suguru's name. It doesn't take much to nudge him finally over that edge, and then he's coming, babbling Suguru's name as his seed spills out between them.

Suguru does that, squeezing him as he slowly, almost lazily rocks into Satoru, just enough to reassure him that Suguru is there, make him aware of the cock inside him.

He keeps the pressure up until Satoru's finished coming, only moving his hand away once he stops spilling between them. They're left sticky, but he doesn't care at the moment, kissing Satoru again as he slowly starts to pull out of him, finally.

"You're so amazing," he says as he sits up, watching the seed spill out of Satoru's hole, and pushing it back in.

Satoru whines as Suguru pulls out, leaving him empty, though he moans at how Suguru pushes the seed back inside of him like that. "Fuck, Suguru," he murmurs, shuddering once at how hot that is.

Grinning up at him with dazed pleasure, Satoru scrapes his teeth over his lower lip, lustful and admiring. "I love you. My Suguru."

He reaches up to cup Suguru's cheek, just wanting to gaze at him for a moment, then brushing his thumb over Suguru's lips. "You're so handsome. My beloved."

Suguru turns his head into Satoru's gand, kissing his palm tenderly and nuzzling against it for a moment. "I love you too, sweetheart. My Satoru.

"Stay here." With another kids to his palm, Suguru gets up to grab a washcloth. He rubs Satoru down this time, carefully cleaning up all the drying seed on his chest and stomach. He's gentle when he runs the washcloth between his cheeks and over his hole.

Once he's done with that, tossing the washcloth into the ensuite to deal with in the morning, he crawls back into bed, opening his arms for Satoru.

A few soft, sweet whines escape from him as Suguru cleans him off, even though Suguru's careful with his touches.

As soon as Suguru climbs back into bed, Satoru snuggles into his arms, hugging tight to Suguru and tucking his face against his husband's shoulder. Needy affection pounds in his heart, desire and love both so overwhelmingly intense that he can't deal with the flood of his own emotions.

"Suguru. I'm so happy. I've ... I've finally got you. You're really mine. My Suguru. I love you so much."

Nuzzling at him feverishly as he clings, Satoru presses a few more kisses along the side of Suguru's neck, helplessly in love.

Suguru grins and laughs softly as he takes Satoru into his arms, pulling the blanket up for them to snuggle under. "I really am all yours, Satoru. Just like you're all mine."

To the point that they're getting married, even. He turns his head to press a kiss to Satoru's temple and runs a hand down his back. They did this all backwards, or rather without any order, essentially dating and making a life together, fucking, and then getting married. Suguru doesn't dwell on the time they've lost, since they were still together; but now, there's even more they can do.

He yawns a little, pulling Satoru closer to him. "I love you too, baby."

Satoru relaxes and calms as Suguru holds him. His tight grip lets up as his heart and body both start to accept that Suguru won’t go anywhere, and his head slips onto the pillow instead of tucking so tightly against the side of Suguru’s neck.

Murmuring fragments of Suguru’s name a few more times as he starts to sink into sleep, Satoru finally subsides entirely, breath even as he falls asleep in his partner’s arms.

Suguru waits until Satoru's fully asleep before he drifts off, studying Satoru's sleeping countenance as he lets sleep overtake him. He's not always a sound sleeper, but that night, like the night before, he sleeps soundly and deeply, comfort and content with Satoru in his arms.

He wakes up before Satoru, even though he hadn't set his alarm last night, and spends a few minutes studying his face again, still unable to believe that he has gotten a chance to do this, when an idea hits him. Suguru slides down beneath the blankets, gently nudging Satoru to his back, and settles between his legs. Suguru isn't entirely sure Satoru would want this, but he suspects Satoru wouldn't refuse.

It's dark and warm beneath the blankets, and Suguru shuffles a little until he's aligned between his legs, head level with his cock. He doesn't put his mouth on his cock just yet, kissing down the line of his happy trail at first, and the crease of his thigh, then taking him in his mouth.

Satoru grumbles sleepily as Suguru moves, and his hands paw briefly at the blankets in the spot where he was before subsiding again, sleep keeping him too tangled up for him to make any concerted effort at entangling Suguru.

His dreams shift at the feeling of stimulation around his cock. From a dream of being late for an appointment and both Suguru and Ijichi being already busy with other things so he had to walk, Suguru is there suddenly, kissing him and pulling him into a grove of trees, tugging him to the ground. "Sugru," he mumbles, legs shifting as he squirms, cock rising in response to the attention and his new dream. A sleepy, breathy little moan, then a sigh, split between the pleasure of his dream and the pleasure of Suguru's touch. "Gru," he mumbles again, too unfocused to get the full name out.

Suguru hums around Satoru, gently patting his thigh. He doesn't mind if Satoru wakes up or stays asleep, since whatever is going on his head seems to be working for him. This does give him time to linger, mouthing at the head of Satoru's cock, and slowly taking him deeper in his mouth. Suguru has no gag reflex, and he can easily swallow him down, but he doesn't do that just yet. Instead, he carefully strokes Satoru's shaft, not fast enough to get him off, just enough to further arouse him.

With his other hand, he fondles his balls, and then presses against his perineum, keeping his touches light and playful, almost teasing. He doesn't quite want to push him into an orgasm yet.

Satoru's dream shifts again, moving to the warmth of their home and his own bed, and he's disoriented for a moment to not see Suguru. Moaning at the touches, Satoru rocks his hips up into it, whimpering for more, cock rising to its full height against Suguru's mouth. "Suguru," he sighs, more than half awake and better able to verbalize now. Writhing against the covers and stretching out some of his limbs as he shifts his position slightly, Satoru yawns, still dazedly uncertain about what's going on while his dreaming brain starts to make sense of reality. "Suguru?"

Suguru hums around his cock again, eyes crinkling with amusement even though Satoru can't see him. It sounds like Satoru is awake enough, so Suguru grasps his hips, holding him in place, and takes his cock all the way down. He holds him there for as long as he can, nose pressed against his pubic bone, and then drags his lips up, sucking as he goes, cheeks hollow.

When he reaches the tip, he swirls his tongue around it, and then continues blowing him, head bobbing over his cock.

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