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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"Not really. I can imagine something traditional, something modern, something elaborate, something simple ... but in all scenarios all I care about is the fact that it's you there beside me, ready to claim me."

Satoru just smirks when his husband asks about the ring size. "I've only been playing with your hands for a decade. Easy enough to figure it out compared to my own ring size. Wedding before honeymoon, anyway. I can plan the honeymoon, as we get closer to that."

Reaching for Suguru's phone again, Satoru dials Nanako, assuming that she's the one more likely to have her phone already in her hand at all times, and that the girls are likely to be within arms reach of each other.

He leans his forehead against Suguru's, closing his eyes with happiness as he listens to the phone ring once and then Nanako screeching with excitement and reprimand. Laughing, Satoru smooths it over again, all charm and warmth, talking to both the girls--speakerphone on their end--and getting them excited about being maids of honor in the wedding, breezing over any details on questions he doesn't want to answer.

When it's done, he drops the phone on the couch again and drapes his arms over Suguru's shoulders, grinning contentedly. "Anything else I gotta do?"

Suguru listens to Satoru talk to the girls, glad that they seem excited and aren't too annoyed with them. Although it is Satoru they're talking to and not him, which certainly helps, because he knows Nanako would give him grief about not telling them beforehand. The purview of sisters, though. They're allowed; Suguru is incredibly generous with them, permissive in ways he isn't typically.

But once Satoru promises they can be maids of honor in their wedding, Suguru has to roll his eyes at him. That's already a bigger wedding than he was thinking, and now he has to adjust for that. They don't have a venue or anything for it, and he can't remember how many people can be at the courthouse with them. Do things like maids of honor even apply in this? What are they going to do about— Suguru cuts off his train of thought abruptly, as Satoru hangs up the call. It's something to worry about tomorrow. After they go shopping.

Suguru slides his arms around Satoru's waist, pulling him closer and nuzzling his nose against Satoru's. "Just love me," he says, then flushes because that sounds incredibly awkward to his ears, not at all the cool, composed comment he was going for.

"I do," Satoru says, warm and sincere, tightening his arms around Suguru's shoulders. He returns the nuzzling, then tips his head to nip sweetly along Suguru's cheekbone, with a needy little whine as his brain starts letting go of anything other than this moment. Easy to sink down into his devotion to Suguru, to trust he's safe and loved. All he has to do is to offer up his own love in return, and he's got plenty of that to give.

"Suguru," he murmurs, nuzzling at his cheek and then moving on to nip at the curve of Suguru's ear. His hips roll down against his husband's, grinding on Suguru's lap. "I want you. Please."

"So impatient, baby," Suguru murmurs with a laugh, his hands sliding down to rest on Satoru's hips. He's still just dressed in his underwear, and Suguru feels somewhat overdressed, still in his work clothes. It is undeniably hot, though.

He kisses Satoru again, lingering over it as his hands slip beneath the waistband of his underwear and cup his ass, squeezing firmly.

"Not down here. We don't have any lube here." Which is probably a sign that he should put a bottle in the side table, in case they get carried away. But he's not going to fuck Satoru without lube, especially after he wore that plug all day. Suguru might have soothed it somewhat, and he might still be somewhat stretched, but discomfort of that sort isn't what Suguru's aiming for.

Satoru's already clinging to him, so rather than asking him to get up, Suguru adjusts his grip on Satoru and stands. "Legs around me, darling," he says, heading for the stairs. He's carried Satoru upstairs before, although not like this, so it's not too difficult.

Satoru rumbles appreciatively when Suguru picks him up like that. Suguru doesn't carry him often, so Satoru's always especially impressed when he does. He knows he's a challenge to carry in any position, all long limbs and lanky body, making it easy to overbalance.

"My strong husband," Satoru flirts, nuzzling at him but mostly behaving himself, keeping his thighs tight around Suguru's hips as they move upstairs. He only resumes more intense attentions once they're safely through the doorway to his bedroom, starting to press wet kisses along Suguru's throat, interspersed with little nips, and he whines impatiently, eager as always for more.

Suguru's adjusted to Satoru's height and lanky limbs over the years, but he has tried to not be too handsy with him because he was afraid of never letting go. Now he has permission to do so.

But he is glad Satoru doesn't distract him too much, since he doesn't want to trip on the stairs, and he's able to walk into Satoru's room without stumbling. He drops Satoru in the bed, which means no more of those distracting little kisses on his neck for a moment. He strips his shirt off, and rummages in the drawer for the bottle of lube, dropping it on the bed before he crawls on it, straddling Satoru's thighs.

He glides his hands up Satoru's sides, and up his arms, grabbing his hands and lifting them over Satoru's head. "Keep your hands there, sweetheart," he orders, leaning down to kiss him.

Satoru rumbles appreciatively as Suguru's shirt comes off, especially since he gets a moment to admire the view while Suguru fetches the lube. Sucking his lower lip into his mouth, Satoru shifts against the bed, fidgeting a little due to his desire and anticipation.

As Suguru pushes him back, Satoru relaxes against the bed, curling his hands briefly into fists as he sets his determination to keep them where they've been put. "Yes, Suguru," he murmurs, eyes closing blissfully as Suguru leans down to claim his lips. His hips rise, straining against Suguru's weight in his desire to grind against him, seeking pleasure as greedily as ever.

Suguru doesn't linger over the kiss for too long, since he has other things in mind. His hands let go of Satoru's, and trailing firmly down his arms, pressing enough so he doesn't inadvertently tickle Satoru. (He intends to do that, one day. Just not this day. He'd contemplated, but he wants something a little different.)

His hands settle on Satoru's sides, holding him down, and then Suguru breaks the kiss, trailing his lips over Satoru's jaw and further down. This time, when he kisses Satoru's neck, he does linger, long enough to leave a dark hickey, teeth dragging over the skin.

"Keep track of them for me," he says, whispering it against Satoru's neck. "I'll ask you later." He's mostly teasing, although it will be amusing to see if Satoru can remember them.

The other side of his neck gets the same treatment: a kiss, sucking on the pale column of his throat, teeth lightly pressing in. And then the hollow of his clavicle, and the muscles beneath that. He takes his time, lingering over each spot as long as it takes to leave a mark blooming in his wake.

Keening as Suguru latches onto his neck, Satoru strains against his grip, trying to arch up into it, then whimpering gratefully as he fails. Feeling caught and pinned makes him feel all the more at Suguru's mercy, all the more owned, which makes him feel so incredibly valued. "Yes, Suguru," he murmurs again, groaning as Suguru leaves another mark for him. His neck can arch, at least, and he does his best to tip it so that Suguru has the best possible access.

"I never got an answer," Satoru says, panting between kisses, then mostly forgetting the question as Suguru's mouth fastens onto the hollow at the base of his throat. "Nnng. Will I be calling you sir, or master? Maybe 'daddy'?" He throws that last one in mostly as a joke, wanting to see what kind of rise he might get out of Suguru for it, and always wanting to be playful with him.

The questions and salutations tumble out of Satoru's mouth fast enough that Suguru barely has time to blink before he's getting hit with "sir," and "master," and "daddy." That one has him making a face, and he shakes his head, leaning back enough to look at Satoru.

"No daddy." That's not one of his kinks, which almost might be a pity. It would be easier to use. "Repeat the other two. Like you'd be addressing me. Slowly. Properly." He slides a hand down Satoru's chest, tweaking one of his nipples, waiting for Satoru to say one them again. When he does finally, he'll pinch his nipple a little more firmly.

He's only ever used sir before, in the few encounters he had, and the one trip to a kink club. Generic, polite. Forms of address were never a big deal with him, especially since most people tended to use his family name, and he felt like it kept enough formality and distance. But Satoru is different, of course.

Satoru laughs when he does indeed get a reaction to 'daddy', which is about the response he expected.

"Ah!" Satoru's cock gives an interested jump in response to the pinch to his nipple, and he grinds up again, whining at the lack of anything to grind against. He focuses on the command with difficulty, wanting to make sure to do this correctly for Suguru, to be earnest and genuine and not tease, even though it's harder to do it earnestly when it's just testing things out, like he's just play-acting. "Yes, sir," he speaks, soft and obedient, eyes lowered for a moment and then lifting slowly up to Suguru's face, half devoted and half checking for his reaction.

Yelping at the next pinch to his nipple, somehow unexpected, Satoru bucks up beneath him, then falls back panting to the bed. He needs an extra moment to switch tracks, to draw the next title onto his tongue. His fists curl, uncurl. "Yes, master," he says this time, with a low rumble to it. There's a little more mischief in it, a hint more challenge. It's harder to take it seriously, but Satoru thinks that might be a feature rather than a bug.

Sir drew out easier obedience and deeper submission. Master brought out the playfulness of a naughty kitten. Satoru's surprised at himself for that, surprised that the two titles felt any different than just a word.

The mischief in "master" is harder to take seriously but it is a feature; he likes that challenge in there. His hands still over Satoru's chest, although he idly runs a thumb in soothing circles around the edges of his areola, contemplative for a moment. He liked the sound of both words on Satoru's lips, and the answering reactions in him.

"You can use either one," he says eventually. "If you feel like you want to be more playful, use master. Or if you want to sink deeper into that submission, use sir." He pauses, carefully considering that. "And if I want either of those, I'll tell you which one to use."

He couldn't settle on just one, since he likes them both; a compromise like that is a good way to go. Suguru leans up to kiss him again before letting his hands wander further down.

"I still like my name best," he adds, breaking the kiss. "No matter what things are like between us in the bedroom, you're still my partner, with just as much say in any of this as I have."

"Maybe more," Satoru teases gently, because he feels very confident and safe in that. He's eager to obey, he understands that he's the submissive in their D/s relationship, but that doesn't make him lesser. "You do spoil me." He arches up into that touch on his nipple, whimpering softly with pleasure. "Don't worry, Suguru. I know. You're my partner. My husband. I trust you, and we've already both proven we can say no to each other in these things if we need to."

Wiggling with excitement and impatience, Satoru lifts his hips into the touch as Suguru's hands head downward. "I like your name best, too. I want you, Suguru. Please. I want to be filled up with you again."

"It also means you don't get to go making decisions without me," Suguru reminds him, pinching his side, then soothing it over with a gentle touch. But it is good to have Satoru confirm those things, too. He doesn't want to hurt Satoru, even if it is for something sexual between them.

"You're going to have to be a little patient before you get that," Suguru murmurs, and dips his head again, blowing over a nipple and then dragging his tongue over his pec, and lower, stopping here and there to suck marks into Satoru's pale skin.

He kisses his bellybutton, then starts on his treasure trail, biting and licking, but before he reaches Satoru's cock, he diverts his mouth to lovingly kiss his hip, then the crease where his body meets his thigh. Suguru lies between Satoru's legs, hoisting one over his shoulder and nuzzling against the tender skin inside his thigh.

"I know," Satoru says, wincing and wrinkling his nose, all guilty-puppy about his crimes, pouty but expecting to be forgiven readily enough.

"I'm patient," Satoru insists, even though they both know that's not even a little bit true. Yelping with laughter at the cool air blown across his nipple, Satoru groans at each bite, shudders rippling through his body in response.

When Suguru moves down, Satoru starts to shift in order to see better, then remembers that he's got an order to obey, and quickly drops back into place, hands having only barely moved before returning where they belong. He keens a little, excited and impatient, immensely curious about where Suguru is going with this. "Ah--Suguru!" He laughs, shivering as Suguru nuzzles against his upper thigh like that, in such an intimate region. "That tickles a little. What are you up to??"

When Satoru says "I'm patient," Suguru looks up, quirking an eyebrow in disbelief at him. That's bullshit and they both know it. But Suguru wants him to be a little patient at the moment, and his mouth is otherwise occupied, so he doesn't say anything.

He notices the move, and the immediate recovery from it, and kisses Satoru's thigh again. "Good boy," he murmurs, proud of him for remembering his order. "I told you I'd leave you covered in marks, didn't I? Making good on that." And he has— there are bitemarks covering his torso and thigh. "I want you to remember all of these when we're out planning a wedding tomorrow. And buying your collar." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "I remember what you told your Cyrano. About being tickled. Not tonight, but soon."

He bites down again, in a different spot, and then reaches for the bottle he'd tossed on the bed earlier. After wearing a plug for most of the day, he doesn't think Satoru needs that much stretching, but he won't risk intense discomfort so soon into their relationship, especially when they have a busy weekend ahead of them. Suguru slicks up his fingers, working two of them into Satoru with no forewarning.

Satoru squirms, pleased and embarrassed, at the praise of doing a good job. He wants so much to make Suguru proud of him, to do everything he can to please his husband. "Yes. Yes, yes. I want to be marked all over. Marked as yours. Only yours. I do ... I do think I like the idea of that kink club. People getting to see your artwork all over my skin. How thoroughly you've claimed me."

Babbling happily as Suguru leaves those last few marks, Satoru makes a hopeful whimpery noise at the sound of the bottle of lube flicking open. The cool liquid against his hole makes him gasp, and he arches up off the bed as Suguru's fingers push inside of him.

Still, his hands stay put, with only restless clenching and unclenching to express his desire to move them.

It doesn't hurt--he's still plenty relaxed from the plug and Suguru eating him out--so his moan is pure pleasure. He ruts his hips up against Suguru's fingers, greedy for more, trying to draw him deeper. "Yes. Fuck. Please. Suguru."

"I'll have to replace this before we visit one," Suguru points out, although he's sure Satoru won't care about doing this over and over again. "Marks over marks. You said you get oversensitive, how sensitive is that?"

Suguru doesn't actually expect a response to that, since he takes a moment to press his fingers against Satoru's prostate, hoping it's a satisfactory distraction for him. He'll see just how sensitive Satoru gets when it comes to leaving marks like that. Something for the future— which spreads out in front of them, full of potential. He'll never have to give Satoru up or share him with another partner, and he gets to do this for the rest of their lives.

He adds another finger fairly quickly, twisting them inside Satoru. "Be patient," he murmurs, but he's also just as impatient, especially with the way Satoru ruts his hips up. He spends another minute or two stretching him, and then pulls his fingers out, positioning his hips so he can push inside Satoru, slow but persistent, not stopping until he bottoms out.

Satoru moans as Suguru's fingers find his prostate, arching again with a full-body shudder. He is, indeed, very distracted. Did Suguru ask him something? No idea. It wasn't a command. He can let it go without needing to worry about it.

He's in no way patient as Suguru fingers him. Only the anchors of his hands keep him from wriggling around too much, but he bucks up needily against Suguru's touch, greedy and whining for more.

When Suguru finally shifts into position, Satoru immediately settles enough to accommodate him, body practically vibrating with impatience as he keeps himself still. His hands start to reach up for Suguru, wanting to pull him into a kiss, but they drop quickly back into the mattress, curling into tight fists to keep the impulse controlled.

"Suguru." His hips rock up against Suguru, helping to ease him deeper, coaxing his own muscles to relax and take the intrusion.

Moaning once he has Suguru in to the hilt, Satoru winds his legs around him as best he can, wanting to keep Suguru deep. He wants to tangle fully around Suguru, to envelop him with arms and legs in addition to his hole.

Eyes low-lidded with pleasure, Satoru grins up at his lover, all seduction and temptation, using his eyes to compensate for what his hands can't do. "Suguru."

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"You can use your hands now," Suguru tells him, realizing Satoru kept them on the mattress. "You did so good for me, princess." He punctuates his words with a kiss, running his fingers through Satoru's hair, just as desperate to be close to him and entangled in his arms.

He lets Satoru adjust to him for a minute before moving his hips. It isn't the same frantic fucking as earlier, just a slow, steady roll of his hips with shallow thrusts as he keeps kissing Satoru. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," he whispers between kisses. "So hot and tight around me. I want to do this every day for the rest of our lives."

Even if they aren't officially married, they're married. Suguru knows Satoru was right about that; "boyfriends" is too shallow for what they are. Even partner doesn't hold the same weight, considering they are business partners.

Satoru reaches for him the instant he's given permission, winding his hands around Suguru's shoulders to hug him close as they kiss. He grinds his hips up against Suguru, whimpering needily into Suguru's mouth. "Yes. Please," he agrees, eyes lifting to Suguru's with trust and yearning, still starving for him even while they're like this. He feels like he'll never be sated. "I want to always be filled up with you. My Suguru. My husband."

Words don't feel adequate, and Satoru's so desperate to try and express how much he loves Suguru. He needs him to feel loved, to make up for all the years of loneliness, all the stupid years that he let Suguru think he wasn't wanted. Satoru wants to give him the world, to soothe every hurt that Suguru's ever endured.

"I love you," Satoru whispers again, rocking his hips faster up against Suguru as his desire builds. "Fuck me. Claim me. Suguru."

He's not the only one who feels that way. Suguru won't ever get enough of Satoru; even before they figured this out, he hadn't been able to get enough of him, always wanting. And now that they've figured out this sexual attraction between them, he doesn't think the feelings will die down at all.

He does feel the love radiating from Satoru, and Suguru kisses him again, deep and hungry and full of all the desire and love he can pour into the kiss. Suguru's much less open with his emotions, but he wants to make sure Satoru feels just as cherished. He spent so long with unsatisfying partners, and it was never enough for him. If Suguru had been braver, maybe they could have discovered this sooner.

"All mine," Suguru says, when he breaks the kiss. He buries his face in Satoru's neck, sucking at the skin over his pulse point. He shifts so he can thrust into Satoru harder, wanting to do exactly what Satoru asked him. Fuck him. Claim him. "You're everything I've ever wanted. Everything I dreamt of."

Satoru moans into the kiss, heart fluttering with awe and disbelief at how much Suguru loves him. He does feel cherished. He's so lucky to have Suguru, who loves him this much.

"Suguru," he murmurs again, whimpering gratefully as Suguru says mine, then gives a cry as Suguru sucks at his neck. The feeling of it sends waves of sensation rippling down his spine, making him buck up against Suguru in return, seeking more of all of it. His nails dig into Suguru's shoulders, holding him tight, wanting to keep him close and urge him on.

"Yours," he vows in return, nuzzling feverishly at Suguru. "Fuck--don't stop. Suguru. The feeling I get when you say mine. I want to be yours entirely. I want to be so good for you. I want to do everything I can to make you happy."

Suguru moans when Satoru's nails dig into his shoulder, enjoying the sensation of it, knowing it's from Satoru. He loves being marked by Satoru just as much as he likes doing it in return; whenever he'd scolded Satoru about biting before this, it wasn't because he was worried about the mark.

"You're so good for me, Satoru," he tells him, switching sides so he can suck another bruise into his neck. "You make me so happy. Even before we figured out our shit, I was happy with you."

He lifts his head to look down at Satoru. His thrusts grow erratic as he feels his balls draw up tight against his body, a surge building in his core. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna—" He doesn't get a chance to finish his words as he rocks into Satoru again and comes, spilling deep inside him. He keeps fucking him through his orgasm, although his thrusts are much more shallow.

Satoru whimpers happily as Suguru sucks another mark onto his neck, further evidence of just how much he's wanted and loved, plenty of marks that he'll get to see later in the mirror--to remember this moment and anticipate the next. "Suguru," he murmurs, whispering his name again and again, shudders rippling through him at the sight of Suguru's expression, the way his husband looks at him. He's unbearably happy, overflowing with love so much that it aches, and he whimpers as he comes, spilling himself between their bodies and rocking his hips up desperately, trying to get Suguru as deep as possible as he keeps on murmuring his name.

Once Suguru stills, Satoru tightens his thighs around his hips and tightens his arms around Suguru's shoulders, making sure that he won't escape. Tucking his face against Suguru's neck, Satoru gives a needy little whimper, feeling overwhelmed again by his own emotions and how much he loves Suguru.

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