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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"Isn't that what I just said?" Satoru's grin is wide and stupid, unable to help how it splits his face even through the kisses.

"Suguru," he murmurs in return, clinging easing off a little as Suguru's thrusts become more steady instead of the sharp, goading snaps of his hips. His hands slip back up to Suguru's hair, cradling his head to keep him close as they kiss again and again. "Suguru, my Suguru. I love you, too."

He nuzzles at Suguru with a little whimper of affection, then holds his face for a moment, needing to gaze up at him with hopeless adoration for a moment before he tips back into desperately needing more kisses. "I love you," he echoes back at him, in the breath as their lips seal together again and his fingers tangle tight in Suguru's hair, clinging to him and kissing fiercely, yearning, whimpers spilling into the kiss as his hips lift against Suguru, chasing every inch of him, to be filled with Suguru in every possible way.

Suguru is just as happy to provide him exactly what he needs, kissing him with just as much desperation and need as Satoru. He slides a hand down his side, curling it around Satoru's thigh and squeezing. He smiles into the kisses, unable to contain the joy he feels in the moment.

It might get complicated in the morning, but he isn't thinking about that. Just about this moment, and Satoru, and how lucky he is to have this, something he never expected.

"My Satoru," he whispers against his lips. "Baby. Unbelievable that we're here."

He adjust his hips again, guiding Satoru's leg around him and fucking in deeper, with harder thrusts.

Satoru moans as Suguru focuses on thrusting deep and hard like that. His neck arches again, white lashes falling shut against his cheek, hips lifting into it, offering himself up utterly for Suguru to take. "Yes," he murmurs, letting his hands fall back against the mattress so that he can focus on gazing up at Suguru instead, on coordinating his muscles to lift into each thrust, meeting Suguru and welcoming him deep. "Want to be all filled up with you. Want you to claim me, come inside of me. I've always want--always wanted ... you should ..." It's hard to think, hard to string his words together, and moving in unison with Suguru is obviously the most important thing. Gazing up at Suguru is the next most critical priority, and that's harder to do when particularly hard thrusts make his neck arch and his eyes roll up.

"You should fuck me tomorrow morning," he says, determined to get the words out eventually, even if he keeps getting distracted. "Slip a plug inside me afterward. So that you'll know. When I'm doing everything else. When I'm in those interviews. That I'm filled up with your cum and thinking of you."

At Satoru's words, Suguru freezes, mind going blank for what feels like an eternity but is really just a few moments. He groans, dropping his head to Satoru's shoulder and biting down on him out of the sheer overwhelming amount of thoughts running through him at that suggestion. Suguru isn't normally feral like that, not given to biting like Satoru, but that's just too much to cope with. Knowing Satoru would be in interviews, filled with his cum, is a thought he'd never considered before, wouldn't have let himself think about in any way. It was enough they used the same laundry detergent, that they hugged enough to smell vaguely like each other, and that every time Satoru rubbed against him, he was also picking up Suguru's scent.

Eventually, he regroups, lifting his head so he can look at Satoru, once again rocking his hips into Satoru. His fingers grip Satoru's hip, hard enough to bruise. He's breathless and panting, voice a heavy purr when he finds his voice.

"Would you like that, princess? Going around filled up with my cum, reassured that you're mine, no matter what you're doing." Talking and charming the interviewers, flirting with them, knowing Suguru's cum is inside him. Suguru has to stop again, too close to coming, almost overwhelmed. "Fuck. Just thinking about that is going to make me come."

Satoru blinks in confused alarm when Suguru so suddenly stops, and he's worried that he's displeased Suguru somehow with this idea. The groan and the bite quickly reassure him, sending a shivery thrill through Satoru in response, and his grin returns, hips grinding up against Suguru as ripples of excited satisfaction pour through him, smug about getting such a reaction out of his beloved. That bite is going to leave a mark, and Satoru feels immensely pleased about that, wanting every possible proof that he belongs to Suguru.

His breath shudders into him as Suguru starts to speak again, starts to move inside him. That low, possessive purr in Suguru's voice is going to undo him, especially when Satoru knows he's the reason for it, he's done this to Suguru. "Yeah. Mhm," he nods rapidly, whimpering as Suguru speaks to him like that, looks at him like that, and it immediately brings quivers through his body again, dizzied by the power of being able to draw out this side of Suguru and how hopelessly aroused he is by this side of Suguru. "See, aren't you glad I talked you out of using condoms?" Satoru laughs, breathy and playful, slipping one hand down between them to wrap around his own cock, giving himself a squeeze.

"Oh, no." Suguru grabs his hand before he can squeeze too much, linking his fingers with Satoru's. "You're going to come on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby?" He lifts their hands over Satoru's head, pressing it down into the pillows. If Satoru tells him no, he'll let go, and touch Satoru himself, but he wants to see. He knows Satoru can, considering his first orgasm, but sometimes the second hits differently.

"I want you to remember this tomorrow. Walk around thinking about me inside you, coming apart on my cock, and know that I'll do this to you again tomorrow." Big promises, especially when everything feels so new. But then, Suguru has always promised Satoru everything, and it's been rare when he wasn't able to deliver. "Especially since I'll fill you up in the morning."

Saying it aloud makes him feel wild around the edges, feral with something, and Suguru's hips snap with a particularly strong thrust.

Satoru's breath hitches as Suguru catches his hand like that, hole clenching around Suguru's cock. He can't even bear how hot Suguru is like this, commanding him and claiming him. It's better than anything he could have imagined, and he feels a surge of love and trust and desire as Suguru entwines their fingers and pins his hand to the bed. Keening a little, Satoru nods again, further whimpers spilling from him as Suguru keeps talking, promising Satoru everything he needs. "Yeah," he murmurs, unable to manage more words than that but wanting to try and communicate his understanding, his willingness, his eagerness to please Suguru.

He wasn't confident he'd be able to walk tomorrow, nor that he'd be able to think about anything other than Suguru's cock inside of him, Suguru's seed still slick and hot inside his body, and the promise of Suguru again when he got home, drawing out the plug and slipping his long fingers inside Satoru's hole again to check and see if that slickness was still there.

Yelping again at that sharp thrust, Satoru arches beneath him, wriggling his hips to try and get a better angle. "A little shallower? Higher? Please." Satoru whines, thighs shifting against Suguru's hips as he seeks what he needs, but then his whines deepen into moans as he gets it, as Suguru finds just the right angle for him. "Yes. Suguru. Need you."

Undulating up against him, shameless and desperate, Satoru grips tight to Suguru's hand, eyes closing and brow furrowing as he chases the pleasure of it. "Keep ... keep talking. Suguru. Please. You say the most wonderful things."

Patting Satoru's hip in approval, grateful he did know what he needed to get off, Suguru kisses him again. "Good boy," he says softly, drawing back so he can better angle his hips, fucking into him with a determination to get him to come just on his cock, wanting to feel Satoru clench around him and break apart.

"I wasn't sure you'd take that first letter to heart," he murmurs. "Now you want me to tell you all the filthy things I intend to do to you." The things he's dreamt about, the things he's thought about but repressed, ashamed and dirty when he realized he was thinking about his best friend in such an obscene manner. The brief flashes of desire sharpening into erotic fantasies, felt and seen and tucked away into the back of his mind for a later he never expected.

And now he gets that.

"I want to see how many times you can come for me. Tie you up and take you apart, slowly. Make you come until you're coming dry and can't keep a single thought in your head except me." For a moment, he goes quiet, contemplating what color rope he wants to use on Satoru. A pretty blue, to match his eyes, or something else. Black, to contrast his hair and skin. Red, the traditional color of shibari. Which— "Want to tie you up in some pretty knots, let you walk around it all day, so every time you shift, you have to think about me."

It truly is a pity Satoru will be in interviews the next day; Suguru would otherwise be mouthing all of this against his neck, leaving a dozen marks. But one day soon.

"On days when you're antsy or impatient, I'm going to make you kneel between my legs. Maybe under the desk, and just look at me. If you're good, you'll get my cock."

Satoru responds to each part of this with soft whimpers and little whispers of Suguru's name, eyes still squeezed shut because Suguru's voice and Suguru's touch are overwhelming enough, and Satoru simply can't bear seeing the look in his eyes, too. He wants this so much that it hurts, and the pleasure of it is unbearable, same as when he'd had Suguru's mouth on him. He feels too much about all of it.

Squirming harder as he gets closer, almost struggling against Suguru's grip and under Suguru's thrusts, Satoru keeps his grip tight on his beloved's hand.

He wouldn't have expected that Suguru would be so drawn to public kinks, when he's such a carefully private person. It's thrilling to imagine sharing secret kinks like this. Himself, tomorrow, with a careless sprawl and a roguish grin for the camera despite a constant awareness of Suguru's seed inside him and the bulb of a plug making him think of Suguru's promise to fuck him again. Suguru, on some day in the office, cooly commanding Satoru to kneel under the desk. Sending emails and taking calls with Satoru's mouth on his cock. Bending Satoru over the desk and fucking him hard--if he earns it.

Crying out as he comes, Satoru bucks under Suguru, spine twisting and free hand scrabbling at the sheets, seed spattering up across his belly and chest to join the previous streaks of it that remained.

Unlike earlier, with his mouth, Suguru has no intention of stopping, no matter how Satoru squirms and writhes beneath him. He can almost feel the impending orgasm, from them both, and he wants that, especially Satoru's. There's no begging to stop, no words of pleading despite the wriggling, and so he keeps thrusting into him.

He feels it when Satoru comes, clenching around his cock, and he slows down slightly, although he keeps fucking his love through that orgasm, savoring the way he looks, the way he sounds when he's coming apart. There will be time to learn him, he knows, but there's nothing quite like this, the first time.

Suguru kisses his chest and shoulders, wherever he can reach, slowly rolling his hips into Satoru until his cock stops spurting, and only then does he lean up and refocus. He needs a little more stimulation than that, and he wants to see Satoru overwhelmed. But it doesn't take him long, just a few more thrusts, deep inside Satoru before he's also coming, with a cry of Satoru's name, hips jerking to a stop as his cock twitches inside Satoru, filling him up with his seed.

Suguru fucks him through it so perfectly, so indulgently, and Satoru moans and shivers blissfully, just about to start melting into the afterglow when Suguru speeds up again, thrusting hard and firm against his overstimulated nerves. Satoru bucks up beneath him, mewling and struggling a little at the intensity of it, and his body clenches tight around Suguru, greedy for him even as Satoru whines.

Panting as Suguru stops, Satoru glances up, low-lidded and a little bit wary, but a grin quickly grows on his lips, smug and contented, and he shifts to tangle arms and limbs around Suguru, snuggling him close and tucking his face against the crook of his neck. "My Suguru," he mumbles, nuzzling at him. "That was hot." He pressed a couple of heated kisses to Suguru's throat, rumbling with satisfaction.

Suguru rests his head against Satoru's shoulder, a laugh rumbling through his body. "I thought sex might tire you out, but you're still talkative." But it's endearing, and he is right— it was incredibly hot. He snuggles close, unconcerned about the mess between them, content to lie in Satoru's arms for a minute or two. He runs his fingers through Satoru's hair, still so eager to hold him close.

He's careful when he pulls away, once he's grown soft and the sticky mess between them starts cooling. It takes a moment to untangle himself from Satoru. "Going to get a towel," he says, careful to reassure his lover, kissing his forehead before getting up. He disappears into the ensuite to grab a towel, cleaning himself up, and then reappears to wipe down Satoru's chest and stomach carefully, and between his cheeks. He tosses the towel aside, once he's done, and climbs back into bed with him. It's only when he's pulling Satoru back into his arms that he thinks it might be a good idea to ask if Satoru wants him to sleep in the same bed, and the question lingers on his tongue.

"You'll never shut me up," Satoru mumbles, grinning, though the fingers in his hair certainly do shut him up for a couple of minutes, drawing sleepily contented noises from him. He's barely lucid when Suguru pulls away, but he still whines at the loss of him, whimpering as Suguru pulls out.

His eyes close sleepily, lashes closed more than they're open as he watches Suguru disappearing into the bathroom and returning. He's already half dozing as Suguru cleans him up.

Still, as soon as Suguru returns to the bed, Satoru pulls him close, tangling their legs together and winding his arms tight around Suguru's waist. There's absolutely no question in his mind about whether Suguru is staying. He's not letting go.

The way Satoru pulls him close and tangles them together reassures Suguru, and he goes back to petting his hair, gently carding his fingers through the short strands as Satoru drifts off to sleep.

"I love you," he says, once more, punctuating his words with another kiss. "We'll talk in the morning."

Talk. And Suguru is going to find a plug for him and do precisely what Satoru requested.

Satoru makes a sleepy sound of agreement, not really comprehending anything other than 'Suguru, cuddle Suguru, love Suguru'. He returns the kiss softly, already mostly asleep and fading farther as Suguru plays with his hair.

When he wakes up, Satoru finds that he's still wound around Suguru, and he blinks a little, somewhat startled to find that it was all real.

Grinning happily, Satoru shifts to settle his arms on Suguru's chest, grinning down at him and waiting for the movement to wake Suguru enough for him to look up and see a pair of chaotic blue eyes hovering inches away from his face, all playfulness and love.

It's only due to years of training that Suguru generally wakes up at the same time every day, and it's usually helped along by his alarm. Which he hadn't set the night before.

So it's a little later than he usually would wake up that he's blinking his eyes open, murmuring sleepily at the weight on his chest. He brings a hand up to rub at his chest, frowning a little, and refusing to open his eyes just yet. His alarm hasn't gone off yet!

"'Toru, did you crawl into bed with me again?" Not unheard of, although happening less and less lately. That might change, considering—

That sudden thought halts him, and his eyes fly open. Satoru is right there, blue eyes bright and mischievous.

"That did happen," he says, rather stupidly.

"Mm, you crawled into bed with me," Satoru teases him, brushing back a strand of Suguru's hair from his face. He grins wide as he admires Suguru's handsome face, the slightly bewildered look as he wakes up and makes sense of where they are and what all has happened. It's incredibly cute. Satoru feels a surge of love so powerful it hurts. "Seduced me. Ravished me. Brutally ignoring my helpless whimpering. It was very hot."

Happy and playful, Satoru leans up to kiss him, warm and sweet, not caring that they both have morning breath. Kisses are far more important. "I gotta get up and go to the bathroom, but are you breeding me before or after breakfast? Because I should take my shower before that. I would invite you in for the shower but then I think we'd have to skip breakfast and I am hungry."

He's great with focusing on priorities.

"I did," he says. "And you loved it."

He pulls back from the kiss slowly, despite the morning breath and everything. It would be nice to kiss longer, but they do have things to accomplish. The incredibly frank way Satoru puts it makes him flush slightly, and he has to tilt his head back to look at the ceiling for a moment.

He'd normally prefer before breakfast, but considering how they have to rush, especially since Suguru woke up slightly later than usual, after is probably the best idea. He curls his fingers around Satoru's neck, pulling him in for another kiss. "After breakfast, so you have energy." And so Suguru has the energy too.

"Are you driving to work with me today or is Ijichi driving you?"

Satoru moans happily into the kiss, licking sweetly at Suguru's lips and getting very pleasantly distracted. He's slightly dizzied as the kiss breaks, needing an extra moment to process the question. "Ijichi. I've got a couple different PR things and some other errands I wanted to do. But I should be back home around a normal time--they film the interview during the day for airing tonight."

Kissing Suguru again briefly, Satoru rolls up off the bed. "Okay, I'll be down in a few minutes. I've got a plug, don't worry. You do breakfast, I'll get everything else." Winking at his lover, Satoru turns and heads for the bathroom, pausing in the bathroom doorway to look back and admire Suguru looking rumpled in his bed (and to make sure Suguru has a moment to admire Satoru's ass).

"So you are as kinky as I thought," Suguru says, laughing at Satoru's mention of having a plug already. He'd been prepared to go grab something from his collection, but this was even better.

He does watch Satoru saunter into the bathroom, lounging in bed for another couple of minutes after Satoru disappears into the bathroom before dragging himself out of bed. Usually he's showered by now, so he'll have to rearrange his schedule, and he'll definitely be a little late for work. But he does want to get breakfast started, and coffee made before anything else.

He gathers up his scattered clothes, dropping them off in his room and hastily throwing on some sweats and a t-shirt so he can cook. It's unfortunate he can't hear the water shutting off in the kitchen, but he knows how long Satoru usually takes in the shower, and unless he's quicker than usual that morning, Suguru is just about done plating everything and pouring cups of coffee by the time Satoru comes down to join him in the kitchen.

"Without a doubt," Satoru grins back at him, pleased at being teased for his kinkiness. "And from the impression you've given so far, I think we're very well suited for the kinds of kinks we're going to be enjoying together." Another quick, playful wink, then he slips away through the door and into the shower.

He comes downstairs with just a towel around his waist, setting down a bottle of lube on the counter nearby. (No plug in evidence.) Then he slips his arms around Suguru's shoulders from behind and kisses his cheek, hugging tight and dripping on him a little. "I love you."

Letting go, Satoru settles into his chair and digs in hungrily, keeping a happy eye on Suguru as he eats and grinning wide, excited for all the promises Suguru's made about what's about to happen and what else they'll do tonight.

"So I get the impression that tonight I'm going to be covered head to toe in bite marks and bruises," Satoru teases.

The drops of water hitting his shirt make Suguru sigh slightly. Figures Satoru would be a pest like that. But he's still inordinately fond, and when he shifts to kiss his temple, Suguru is still smiling.

At least he isn't dressed.

Suguru eyes the bottle of lube, and then Satoru, frowning for a moment before it dawns on him. Rather than asking right now, he just lifts an eyebrow, looking at the bottle, then Satoru, and then back to his food.

"You will be," he says calmly, eyes dark when he looks at Satoru again. "You don't have any weekend interviews, do you?"

Satoru shivers appreciatively at that confident promise, cheeks flushing. He still can't cope with how impossibly hot Suguru is when he says things like that. His chin ducks, gaze dropping momentarily before his eyes flick back up, playful and inviting. "Nothing. My entire weekend is yours to use as you please. As am I." He considered leaving the last part implied, to be a bit more tasteful and subtle about it, but nah. Shamelessness was more fun.

"I have a little bit of time between interviews. Anything you want me to pick up while I'm out?" Either for Suguru's kink plans or just for general necessities around the house. Satoru felt such a glow of warmth at the possibility of things going either way. Filthy sex and domestic coziness. Being married was great. Now they just had to figure out where to go on their honeymoon ...

"Good boy." Suguru likes knowing that Satoru's weekend was all his— as was Satoru himself. He usually knew Satoru's schedule but in the past, there had been times when they'd both been busy with their individual activities, so he wasn't always sure that Satoru would be around. "I'll make sure to keep you entertained."

At Satoru's question, Suguru stands up from his chair, walking around the table to look down at him. He makes a thoughtful sound in his throat, considering for a moment, and casually wraps a hand around Satoru's neck, squeezing lightly. He's careful not to leave any marks, but he likes the feeling of Satoru's throat beneath his hand and the flutter of his pulse picking up. . "I'd prefer to get a collar for you together. Pick up something you'd like me to see you in tonight." He lets go of Satoru's neck, leaning down to give him a quick peck on the cheek, grinning sly at him. "Finish up your breakfast."

He'd already finished, and picks up his plate to put in the sink before joining Satoru at the table again.

Satoru sits up a little straighter at the praise, another shiver going down his spine, and he shifts with eager anticipation of Suguru's promise to keep him entertained. There are so many things he wants to do and try, but all of them just come down to Suguru. He just wants to be with Suguru, wants to belong to him, wants to do everything with him.

Surprised when Suguru gets up instead of answering, Satoru sets down his fork, full attention turning automatically toward Suguru, head lifted and gaze attentive. Ready to obey his Suguru. His breath and pulse quickened at that firm hand on his throat, and he made a surprised, needy sound at not only the promise of a collar, but the confident way that Suguru stated it as an absolute certainty that they were going to put him in one.

Quivering a little with desire, Satoru whimpered once, helpless, when Suguru let go of him and left him with only that sweet, teasing kiss to his cheek. His towel was fully tented now.

Melting sideways as Suguru stepped away, Satoru dropped his head onto his arm on the table, giving a little keening groan of horny frustration. His brain went into a conflicted little spiral between the compulsion to obey that instruction and the distracted need to obsess over every aspect of Suguru's little demonstration of power just now. How was he supposed to function at all in the wake of that?

Forcing himself to coordinate his limbs and obey, Satoru sat up again, picked up his fork, refusing to let himself look over at Suguru until he'd gotten a couple more bites in, washing it down with a swig of coffee. That just barely got his system back under control enough that he could point his fork warningly at his lover. "I'm never going to get through breakfast if you keep breaking me like that," he said, quickly jamming another bite in his mouth out of concern that Suguru would take it as a challenge.

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'being married was great' dying over that

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