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do you write stsgxreader?
if so imagine geto brings you home from the bar just KNOWING gojo would fawn over you.. like some sort of gift to his lover .. a little plaything.. gojos allll over it the moment youre through the door
I do! I’m non stop thinking about these two…
ANYWAYS-
Warnings: not explicit sex, still 18+ : Geto being a tease and a meanie, very bad writing, bad dirty talk, fem reader, reader is referred as “pretty thing” swearing, pussy eating, slight chocking(?)
If I miss anything lmk
Also also: not entirely proof read, like usual some grammar and spelling mistakes; Grammarly can only do so much
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“She so pretty, isn’t she..?” Geto purred out as he tied his long black hair up into a bun. “So, fucking pretty” Gojo groans out, as he runs his hands up and down the soft skin. “Look at her, she is twitching so much,, isn’t she just soo needy mm?” Geto says in such a mocking voice. You don’t even know if he is trying to be nice. This is all so mean, they both are heartless. They're both talking at you like some kind of toy, a doll; the sheer audacity- “…A’h!” You whined out as the snow hair boy placed a soft kiss on top of your clit. “Mmm, look at the sugu she really liked that huh?”
The Gojo boy laughed as he laid himself on his stomach, shifting so your legs were on his shoulders. He just stares at the naked cunt in front of him, you tried to clamp your things, shifting away, fucking anything to stop the intense embarrassment flowing through your veins. Geto, the man who brought you here held down your hips, placing himself at your side. “Come on baby.. don’t try to run away now..” he gives you a false pout “You were so.. eager earlier”
Geto teases you, as memories of the heavy makeout and dry humping flow into your head making you whine. “Just be a good girl for Toru’ yeah? You can do that, right pretty thing?” Geto's voice drips in a liquid, making you heat up and ache. Geto's soft lips found yours as one of his slender hands found home on your neck. Just as he deepens the kiss, more whines, and moans are pushed out of you.
You arched up into Geto’s chest as you break away from the kiss and look down at Gojo, who is eating your pussy like he is starved. The sounds and his moans are boarding on pornographic, the sheer amount of greed that radiates from Gojo, as if you are nothing more than something to satisfy his hunger. “Mm.! Ah- Toru— it’s too much please..” you moan out laying back down as you cover your mouth trying to contain the whiny and high-pitched moans that escape you.
Your body twitched and jolts up every time his nose brushed against your clit. Geto hums at you as his hand takes yours, removing it off your mouth, he takes ahold of your other hands, raising them both above your head as he kisses up your neck. Reaching your ear he hums out “Aww pretty thing… we can’t have that not can we?” He sucks into your neck, making your on sought on moans grow, “we need to hear you pretty thing, how else are we supposed to know you are enjoying yourself..?”
His voice is nothing but a husk whisper in your ear as you clamp your thighs around Gojo’s head. At this point, you don’t think you can last any longer, Gojo’s fingers have made way into your pussy as they reach’s parts you didn’t know was possible, and his fingers are so fucking long. Gojo’s mouth attacks your clit not letting up as your hips raise and fall, your legs clenching and un clenching. It was all to much, the overwhelming sensation paired with both of the attractive men giving you their sole attention it’s so much, all to overwhelming.
Maybe you will have to give them your phone number, for next time. Yeah, definitely for next time.
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A/n: this just proves I’m bad at writing nsfw stuff, it’s okay tho hehehe
Heterosexual shippers in the jjk fandom is a prime example of the double standards between queer ships and het ships.
I think we all know the amount of flak queers ships receive with comments such as “they’re just friends” that aren’t used against het ships. All the m/f relationships (besides mechamiwa) are canonically platonic and will stay platonic, as confirmed by the author. Yet people seem to dismiss this in favor of their het ships and claim that they’re canon.
People are quick to pair Yuuji and Nobara (which we all know is simply because Nobara is a girl and Yuuji is a boy) and no one blinks an eye but If I were to head down to the YouTube comment sections and say I ship Megumi and Yuuji, I would get slammed with responses telling me “their just friends, stop making everything gay” even though yuuji and nobara are just as platonic, probably even more so than Yuuji and Megumi.
You know it’s funny seeing dudebros commonly make jokes on how “Yaoi fangirls” ship male characters who even hate it each other and then try to tell me Gojohime (Gojo x Utahime) is canon. Utahime, a woman who canonically dislikes Gojo, a man who canonically causes her stress will always be interpreted as a “Tsundere” even though that’s not what her character represents. Nanago (Gojo x Nanami) which is basically the same ship dynamic as gojohime isn’t treated as fairly. In a jujutsu Stroll episode, Gojo asks Nanami out on a date, but if you ship them, you’re just a crazy fangirl but if we were to replace Nanami with Utahime during that scene, we all know Gojohime would considered “basically canon” unlike Nanago
Satosugu (Gojo and Getou), the most heavily romantic coded paring in the entire series yet people still can’t fathom why others ship it.
Yeah just ignore the romantic language, the romantic break up theme songs, literally their entire relationship and I could see where you’re coming from.
And don’t get me started on the Yutamaki and Nobamaki debate. On any Nobamaki post you’ll see floods of comments claiming that “Maki has a crush on Yuta” because she blushed in that one scene, completely ignoring the fact that in Gege’s old art style, blushing is common and is mostly used to enhance a character’s emotion. Using the “Maki blushed argument”, that must mean Yuta must have a crush on Inumaki because he blushed while looking at him right?
Not only that but Nobara and Maki mutually blush in a scene where Gege uses their new style where blushing is used more sparingly but that doesn’t seem to count. Instead, many straight people will riot against Nobamaki with claims such as “They’re a sibling relationship!” or “Nobara just compliments Maki a lot because she views her as her role model” as if their specific interpretation is the objectively correct one.
I don’t care if you ship an m/f ship, but stop putting down queer ships and giving het ships special treatment.
Sorry for the rant-y post, the terrible comments under a Nobamaki tiktok post just tipped me over the edge.
Edit: I already know m/f experience hate or whatever but personally I just really don’t care. Why? Because the reasonings are different. Shipping discourse will always occur but the discourse surrounding queer ships are ALWAYS a result of homophobia, actual real world consequences. This was a post about the double standards between queer ships and het ships being valid, these standards stemming from homophobia.
The first button represents oneself, the second represents one's most beloved person, the third one represents best friend so on and so forth. Therefore, giving your crush the second button conveys the message that you think of her as the most precious person to you
— you wold turn around (1) (2)
"if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around"
but you would.
if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her.
because he will always, always turn around.
This is canon yall✌
— Relationship Headcanons — ~ S. Gojo + S. Geto ~
╰⇢ What your relationship is like with these two
Pairing: Gojo x Reader x Geto
Contents: Poly relationship, Fluff, No chronological order,
⭑ The two of them obviously had something going on before you were even in the picture
⟡ They were probably already dating or knew about their feelings for each other
⭑ And they were quick to pick up on your feelings for them too
⟡ You all just started feeling guilty for liking each other (Especially Geto and Gojo)
⭑ It wasn't until Gojo kind of just outed everyone for their feelings and you all talked it out
⟡ Geto fell first for both of you, then you fell harder, but Gojo was ultimately hit the hardest with his feelings
⭑ You guys progressed your relationship very slow with the utmost care
⟡ It was rough at first, but you got the hang of it
⭑ Lots. Of. Communication.
⟡ You and Gojo can never be trusted alone together. Ever
⭑ Geto usually finds himself in the middle of you and Gojo bickering
⟡ One of your favourite things to do together is just sit on the couch all tangled up with each other
⭑ Usually where your head rests on Geto’s lap and Gojo’s head rests on your stomach
⟡ Geto lets you style his hair
⭑ Gojo made sure to buy the biggest bed possible for your shared room
⟡ When you moved in together, the hardest thing to do was decorate
⭑ All of you had different ideas
⟡ But you guys managed to meet in the middle
⭑ Sometimes, Gojo makes you and Geto wear matching pyjamas with him
⟡ You'll watch movies together, many of which are Disney ones that you and Gojo can scream your heart out to
“I say we watch Frozen.” Gojo yells as he reaches for the remote
“Nuh uh! We watched Frozen last time! I wanna watch Moana!” You tackle him to the ground before he could grab the controller.
“Rock paper scissors!” Your boyfriend tried to push you off of him.
“Deal!” You scurry off of him, sitting up and staring him down.
The two of you stared each other down, preparing for the duel of your life when you heard music coming from the TV. Geto took the unclaimed remote and started playing ‘The Greatest Showman’
“Are you two going to get over here, or am I going to watch this movie by myself?” Geto gestured to the empty spots on the couch.
⭑ Geto has a whole folder of you and Gojo being stupid together (Pictures, videos, screenshots)
⟡ There has never been a single time where you managed to go on a peaceful date
⭑ Always one of you gotta get hit on
⟡ Which is why most of your dates involve ordering food online and staying home
⭑ When you can't sleep, you'll walk to the kitchen to make a warm drink, but you simply getting out of bed is enough to wake them up
⟡ So you'll be standing there doing your own thing when you feel one of them on each side, leaning on your shoulders
⭑ They can't and won't go to bed without you squished between them
You were standing by the kettle, waiting for the water to boil. It was another one of those sleepless nights, so you decided to make yourself something to drink.
Hopefully, you’ll be able to sleep after. You continue to stand by the counter, cup in hand, when you feel someone lean against you.
Or rather, two people.
“What are you two doing here?” You feel two heads on your shoulders.
“You weren’t in bed.” Gojo mumbled out.
“Couldn’t sleep.” You sigh. “Just go back to bed, I’ll come back soon.”
You thought that was the end of it, until you felt arms wrap around your waist and hoist you up over their shoulder. Geto carried you all the way back to bed where the two of them just cuddled you until you gave up struggling and just accepted your fate.
⟡ You have an inside joke about being their "personal nurse"
⭑ If their missions are out of town, they'll bring you back little trinkets
⟡ Simply because it reminds them of you
⭑ Sometimes, you'll all just be laying in bed when the two of them will just randomly start caressing parts of your body
⟡ They let you try nail polish colours on them
⭑ Geto would let you paint all of his nails the same color whereas Gojo would pick multiple for you to do on his
“What color am I doing this time?” You pass Geto the small bin of colorful nail polish. He sifts through all the options before choosing one.
“This one.” He hands you a bottle of light blue nail polish.
“I love this one.” You shake the tube to mix the polish as Geto places his hand on the table for you to paint his nails.
As you prepare to paint the first coat, Gojo bursts through the door. “You’re painting his nails without me!” He points at you dramatically
“Nuh uh. You weren’t home.” Geto shoots back.
“I am now!”
“Then go choose a color. Or multiple if you’d like.” You push the basket in his direction.
⟡ You guys have spa nights at least once a week on weekends
⭑ Nightmares have always been a normal part of your relationship
⟡ Whenever one of you has a nightmare, the other two are quick to respond, giving hugs and reassurance
⭑ There have been times where you and Geto walk in on Gojo dancing his heart out with headphones on (You got videos)
⟡ On those rare days when none of you guys have anything to do, you’ll just lay in bed together doing your own things and bask in each other’s presence
⭑ Sometimes, when you and Gojo are bored and need something to do, you’ll find Geto minding his own business and smother him in kisses
⟡ Late night convenience store trips
“Hey, hey, heeeyyyy.” Gojo poked your cheek. “Can we go to the convenience store?”
“Go ask your boyfriend.” You swat his hand away.
“He told me to ask you!”
So that’s how Geto was going to play. He was hoping you’d be the tired one to say ‘no’ to Gojo. Well in that case… “Yeah sure. Go get Suguru and tell him we’re going.” You smirk.
That was enough for the sorcerer to run out of the room and pull Geto out of bed. When he sees you smiling at him, he knows he should have been the one to decline.
⭑ Sometimes, Geto falls asleep on the couch after a long day, which gives you and Gojo the opportunity to draw on his face (And take selfies)
⟡ Gojo would be the one to suggest doing ridiculous things like going out at midnight, but you’d be the one to agree with it and drag Geto out too
⭑ You guys have a joined playlist full of very different songs that you all listen to religiously
⟡ Like- it’s got some Chase Atlantic, Taylor Swift, Country (Geto insisted), and so much more
⭑ Gojo has a ban on cooking without supervision
“Suguru… do you smell that…?” Geto closed his book at the question.
“I do… it kind of smells like it’s burning…” He looks around.
As if a light bulb lit up, the two of you suddenly remembered you gave Gojo the task of making dinner tonight. You immediately stood up and ran into the kitchen.
“Satoru?!” You’re greeted with the smell of smoke filling the air.
“Heyyy” The male in question frantically tries to cover the disaster. Geto comes in right after you to fan the smoke out and clean up the mess.
Thus resulting in Gojo being banned from ever cooking by himself. Permanently.
⟡ Usually it's Geto that'll cook, but some days you'll just order in and sit on the couch
⭑ Their parts of the room is just covered in gifts that you've given to them throughout the years (Even before you started dating)
⟡ You guys always know if something is bothering one of you
⭑ Gojo has a soft spot for your pouty faces
⟡ He's the one you'd go to if you wanted to do something slightly dangerous reckless
⭑ Geto is the one who just walks away, pretending not to know either of you
⟡ Whenever you bake things, you make sure to place a few of the desserts aside to cover with more icing than the rest to accommodate Gojo’s massive sweet tooth
⭑ You and Gojo spend an ungodly amount of money to buy sweets for Geto to eat on his missions
⟡ Sometimes, the only way that you can get Gojo to stop acting like a little shit is to threaten his cuddle time
⭑ All of their friends wonder how Gojo managed to pull the two of you (And they make fun of him for it)
⟡ Geto is the most protective out of all of you
⭑ Gojo knows the two of you can handle your own, but Geto would be the one to blame himself if anything happened to either of you
⟡ You each have some sort of accessory that reminds you of each other
⭑ Like you wear a necklace that has two charms on it (They each made one for you)
⟡ They each wear a bracelet that you made for them
⭑ And a ring that they bought for each other
⟡ You’ll unconsciously refer to them as “My boys” when your talking to friends or out in public and it drives them crazy
“I know! And then I heard...” You’re sitting in a cafe, catching up with a bunch of your old friends.
“I don’t know what she was thinking.” Shoko took a sip of her coffee. “I’m so glad we were able to meet up today.”
It was a rare occasion where all of you were free and able to get together and catch up. You and Shoko were sitting with Mei Mei and Utahime while Geto and Gojo sat further away with Nanami.
“Yeah, I missed you guys so much. It’s not the same as texting!” You sigh. You took a quick peek at the time and realised it was time to go. “Shoot. Sorry girls, my boys and I have some plans.”
As if on queue, both males stand up and walk over to you, a slight blush on their faces.
⭑ They will follow you for hours in a shopping mall
⟡ And when you try on clothes at the store, they'll wait patiently outside for you to show them the look
⭑ Often times, you'll come back home to a heated make-out session between the two (And then join them)
⟡ You and Gojo always beg for Geto to summon his rainbow dragon “for research purposes”
⭑ He always shuts you down but eventually summons it anyways in order to shut the two of you up
⟡ You guys all trade clothes
⭑ Sometimes, you’ll be walking around in the house wearing Geto’s t-shirt and Gojo’s jacket, and you’d see them walking around in your hoodies
⟡ Both you and Gojo share hair and skin products and Geto thinks it's ridiculous and unnecessary
⭑ You'll then proceed to make fun of Geto for using those 3-in-1 shower products
⟡ All that teasing and yet, he still has flawless skin compared to you and Gojo
⭑ Gojo is a German Shepard boyfriend
⟡ Geto is a Doberman boyfriend
⭑ Both are loyal and loving towards you
⟡ You guys definitely have a group chat (Hot bitches + Gojo)
⭑ And the best contact names for each other (None of them actually have any of your actual names in it)
⟡ You have Gojo saved as ‘Sugar Daddy 💅’ and Geto as ‘Hot Bitch #2’
⭑ You and Gojo are ‘Idiot 1 💜’ and ‘Idiot 2 😐’ in Geto’s contacts (Guess who’s who)
⟡ Geto is ‘Supervisor 😔’ and you’re ‘Sugar Baby 🤭’ for Gojo
↳ Let me know if you guys would actually read little snippets of the group chat cause I’ll definitely make some if you will
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A guy that went from "our duty as sorcerers is to protect the weak", to "we shall kill all non-sorcerers". I was aware of satosugu's tragedy before starting the manga but seeing it unravel before me is something else.
[五夏] 七夕の日🌟🎋 - Tanabata day
satosugu in my style 🖤🤍
SO GETO X GOJO GETS POPULAR OM MY ACC HUH?? LET'S SEE..
*somewhere in New York*
Gojo: hey bro, I gotta take a leak, ok?
Getou: Sure, I’ll wait here. Just don’t take too long dude, I’m dying to try some New York pizza!
Gojo: you got it, bro!
*Gojo hurries to the public restrooms*
Gojo: *hums to some random song while doing his business*
*random noises come from the next stall*
Gojo: what the fuck… *mumbles and looks down*
*sees four pairs of legs, but one of them is kneeling down*
Gojo: …oh God! *finishes and walks out the stall and washes his hands*
*walks towards Getou with a huge grin*
Getou: you took forever!
Gojo: dude!! you won’t believe what I saw!
Getou: what? Shit on the ground?
Gojo: ew no. I saw someone propose to someone!
Getou: huh? where? I didn’t see anything?
Gojo: i heard weird noises in the stall next to me, so I took a peak and saw someone kneeling down in front of someone else!! Weird way to propose to someone but its cool either way!!
Getou: w-what??!? you saw two dudes in the same stall?!?! And one of them was on their kneels?!?!
Gojo: yeah!! Good for them! Now, come on!! Let’s try that pizza you wanted!!
Bruh, why this dude be hating on monkeys?
When he looks like one. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Getou: wassup dude?!
Gojo: not much…just chillin ;)
Getou: hmmm, ok
Getou: anyways, I got a question for you
Gojo: sure
Getou: have you ever had an argument with your girlfriend?
Gojo: Pft, me and my bitch don’t argue
Gojo: she just tells me to shut up and I do
Getou: ….(._.)
Gojo: Geto, didn’t you wore that shirt yesterday?
Geto: well, everyone has that one shirt that they like to wear too much…
You: awww yeah, like my boyfriend’s shirt ♥️
Geto: shut the f*uck up, no one asked!
Gojo/Geto x reader
Chapter 2
The first chapter is up here!
As Always, let me know if there are errors!
( Italian gurl pretending to translate her fanfics in english)ಠ_ʖಠ
BETWEEN TWO FIRES
Chapter 2
Suguru wasn’t just annoyed, he was immensely pissed.
That night, he found your phone number almost by accident.
He had been looking at your profile picture for a while, enjoying your wonderful features, disfigured by the scar he had inflicted on you.
It had been tremendously sad to leave Jujutsu Tech, but he had done it with the knowledge of how rotten that system was.
Of all his fellow warlocks, you and Satoru were the ones he most regretted.
It was something he would never admit, he had to be strong, and not just for himself, but for you.
On the other hand, he knew it, you were such a beautiful and pretty thing, and in the midst of a world of sorcerers and cursed spirits you were like a flower in the winter snow.
Your sweet face spoke for itself, completely in conflict with the shriveled scar. It still looked like a charm.
Was he obsessed with you? Maybe.
He had a feeling that being by your side could hurt you, impregnated you with his disgusting curses.
If he tried to touch you, he was sure he would get you dirty.
Yet the feeling of power that left him this awareness was not unpleasant.
The idea of making you completely his, of ruining you, was one of his greatest perversions.
So, when he wrote to you, and he didn’t get an immediate response, he started getting agitated.
Who were you with?
What were you doing?
Why didn’t you answer him?
What if you changed your number?
As he realized that reacting in such an exaggerated manner made no sense, he heard his room door open.
« Geto-sama...», Nanako had entered weeping, «I had a bad dream».
The blinking lights of the four arrows of a taxi stunned your eyes.
You hated the city, and all the hustle and bustle that followed. Even though you’ve been living in Tokyo for years, you’d never get used to its routine.
You had always lived in a small village adjacent to the sea.
The coast was your home, as was the foamy sea and the sand you loved to tread on barefoot.
Here instead the only thing you could see were the large skyscrapers that were lost in the sky, the noisy cars and the swarming masses of people.
As if it had been a great anthill, Tokyo used to run you over with its worker ants, who, even though it was late, were still around with the briefcase in hand.
It was barely 22:00, the nightclubs were crowded already from nine, and you were still, glued to the screen of your phone, while you carried a smoking cigarette to your lips.
Golden Gai had been a post-war black market and then a brothel, turned into a pub village. It was a great place for young people and for those looking for adventure and some drinking. This traditional "drinking district", consisting of narrow streets filled with dozens of tiny bars, was a tangle of endless signs and lights.
Your decision to show up for the appointment was made after several mental collapses.
You cried an hour in Gojo’s fancy bathtub, and you didn’t stop.
You continued your nervous outburst on your way home, in the kitchen table while you tried to eat a bite of sautéed salmon rice, and on the way to Suguru’s designated location in the message.
You felt so stupid, so emotionally down and pathetic.
You did what you could while trying to cover your red eyes and red nose.
When you cried, your face turned red, lately it was something you couldn’t stand.
You hated seeing the redness peeping out more and more at every tear, not to mention how the corners around your eyes burned.
Your sensitive skin after several hours, could no longer stand the salty and wet liquid of your tears.
What about that scar? You found it disgusting.
A car horn shook you from your thoughts.
You sucked nicotine into one last, needy shot. As you noticed the combustion getting more insistent, you noticed a hand approaching the cigarette butt.
Long, tapered fingers took the cigarette from your lips, leading your eyes to follow it.
«This is one of Shoko’s bad habits».
Your lips tightened, your blood bubbled as your cheeks turned red.
Two obsidian beads peered down at you, not letting you escape.
If only your legs had allowed you to escape from that situation, you would have done it immediately, but the surprise effect had glued you to the pavement.
«Hello», he said it so casually, that for a moment you wondered if he was actually the exact same guy you’d met in school.
Standing straight, you frowned as you watched your last shot fall, and then vanish, crushed under Suguru’s shoe.
«At the end you came, I’m happy», he continued with a smile, carrying his hands in his pockets.
Your feelings were mixed. If in one hand you wanted to throw your arms around his neck, on the other you still felt the weight of the unpleasant events, those that had affected your face smeared with blood.
You hoped he would look at your scar and feel bad. You hoped he would feel guilty, you prayed he wouldn’t sleep at night.
«I am not, I am not happy», you had hissed imitating him, carrying your hands in the pockets of the jacket.
«Oh», he had looked at you more intensely, «I don’t feel like I forced you».
Suguru was not a simple soul to talk to. He was smart, always ready to trick you, and since you weren’t stupid, you avoided responding to his provocations.
«If you have to speak, do it now», your look was intensified.
You assumed from the texts he sent you, he had some issues to sort out.
«Oh, I meant to do it while we were sitting, maybe while having a drink», he kept that mysterious veil on himself, as he always tried to have a monopoly on you and your decisions.
He was manipulative, what did you expect?
«Your fingertips are frozen and your nose is red. You are trembling like a leaf, let's go inside», he had offered you his hand, but you had hit it with an elbow, walking beyond, refusing his kindness and ignoring his care for you.
You know, it was just a trick.
«Ok...», you said frosty.
The place he chose was one of those pubs where music broke your eardrums.
The eavy metal band that sounded, seemed quite influential, you had noticed it by the number of people under the small stage.
The cramped place, too small to hold all those people, made you slightly agitated.
To make matters worse, it was Suguru’s chest colliding with your back.
«Sorry», he had told you leaning his hands along your arms, «they pushed me».
You sighed as your heart was about to explode.
His perfume had not changed over the years, perhaps in addition you only noticed a slight hint of bergamot, lightened by what could be the scent of his shampoo and body wash.
You had swallowed, fortunately the pounding music had the power to cover the sound of your heart.
«Come, I booked a more secluded table», he had whispered in your ear.
You now understood why he chose Shinjuku as a meeting place.
It was known that the neighborhood was the busiest in Tokyo, but at the same time it was known as a red light district.
If you had to mix easily in the crowd, that’s where you had to take refuge in Shinjuku.
And since Suguru was a wanted criminal, it didn’t seem strange.
The pub was poorly lit, with secluded rooms, and it didn’t take much to understand why.
Not when you saw a rundown woman being dragged into one of the private cabins between disgusting kisses.
You followed Suguru’s broad shoulders through the hallway full of rooms, trying to avoid the thirsty looks of men and women now more than shine.
If there was one thing that you could not stand, it was these uncomfortable situations, in fact, when you had preceded Suguru, entering the room, you had taken a breath of relief.
As the sorcerer closed the door, you began to relax your ears, sitting at the foot of a solid wood kotatsu.
Same thing Suguru did, standing right in front of you.
«Are you ok?» while you were taking off your jacket, you had skipped to answer his question.
«What do you want Suguru? After all this time, not even a stupid message, an insignificant call, and now? What happened?» You didn’t want to go around the obvious.
Suguru looked at you, leaning an elbow in the coffee table, and holding his chin on the palm of his hand, he smiled at you.
«I have already told you, things are not left half-»
«I don’t know what you are talking about, Suguru. The more I look at you, the more I get angry».
Geto's hand had approached yours, he had clutched it, bringing you near him.
«I just wanted to see you, Izumi».
«I don’t believe you», you sayed, escaping from its clutches.
«Do you really believe that, after all that you have done, I will be condescending?».
«No, but you could at least let me speak».
His eyes had become darker, a shadow had crept into his features, and for a moment you had a slight fear.
You knew how much Suguru had above your abilities, not for nothing he was a special level, while you had stopped at the first level.
Feeling his aura change, your shadow began to stretch.
«Hold it at bay, I’m not going to hurt you».
«Then change that fucking attitude!» You said, as you tried to calm your dark shadow that was slowly growing on the wall behind you.
«Are you still struggling to contain emotions? Are you afraid? Is that why that thing is so agitated?».
With a fit of rage, caught in the act, you had a hand to the collar of his sweatshirt.
«You are wrong».
«All right», he said, raising his hands as a sign of surrender, «then let’s talk civilly, will you?».
Geto’s eyes were studying you, he was probably the only person in the world to understand your emotions completely.
So when you denied your fear and he went along with it, you knew he did it just to please your pride.
You were afraid of him, yes.
That was the truth, but could he blame you?
He killed an entire village, his parents, and then he was gone.
He was a mass murderer, he had completely lost his mind, and while you had been wondering for years why such an extreme gesture, you had come to the conclusion that you didn’t want to know.
The only ones who saw him last were Shoko and Satoru, but you stayed at Jujutsu Tech, thinking about your sins alone, without anyone knowing.
On that fateful day in fact, Suguru was not alone.
You had joined his mission, lately you saw him always gloomy and sad: maybe he would have liked a little company.
That day where everything changed, in that small and narrow village you were there too, and what did you do to stop him? The only thing you tried to do was to throw yourself on a child’s body to save him, and now, a terrible scar shriveled in your face.
Your greatest guilt, which you still kept secret, was that you couldn’t stop him.
And while he was killing and dismembering, you stood by, covered in blood and fear.
The child looked at you with desperate eyes before dying in your arms, and it was your fault.
Suguru was only seventeen years old, he was gentle, calm, always protecting the weak and always respectful of others.
You never expected to see his degenerate look as he killed and beheaded in cold blood.
The realisation was like a lightning in the clear sky, and even today, in your nightmares you dreamed of his impervious face full of drops of blood returning to your kneeling figure.
«It doesn't matter if you didn't react, Izumi», those words roused you from your intrusive thoughts, taking you back to the walls of the room.
You looked at him, setting your eyes in his.
«It doesn’t matter», he continued, «you couldn’t have done anything».
Suguru had watched your scar break down as your eyes filled with tears.
Those comforting words, though they came from him, were so surreal to you; you had endured your pain alone for five long years, and now hearing the words you always wanted to hear made you feel less guilty.
«Do they know?» he asked you, tilting his head to the side.
You shook your head, wiping your tears with your sweater sleeve.
If they didn’t know you were with Suguru, they didn’t even know that the ugly scar that disfigured your face was his fault.
The makeup you wore melted, leaving you exposed.
You were wondering if he was able to see your imperfections now, as well as the scar.
The small illuminated room didn’t let Suguru miss any of your expressions.
Tears were still burning in the corner of your eyes, and your nose had definitely turned red. You hated that feeling.
The more you thought about what happened, the tighter your stomach became.
«You could have come with me», the statement had left you stunned.
The violet light of the room now gave way to a bright red light, following the RGB change of the lamp.
«Sure, and be labeled as a murderer? Don’t make me laugh Suguru», your sharp words made the deep sea more and more unlivable.
«Yes, but you wouldn’t have kept living like that, would you?» your eyes lowered.
You looked at your hands while you tortured your cuticles. What you had to endure over the years was something you would not wish for anyone.
Even Satoru didn’t know; you hid your bad mood under your mother’s untimely death. This led him to think that the main problem was the disease that took her away from you as well as an oppressive and patriarchal father.
«The offer is still valid», he said, observing you.
«Don’t say shit», you complained, «I have my life to live».
His eyes chained you, they were different from Satoru’s, they put you in terrible awe.
As usual he was unpredictable and you didn’t know what to expect from him.
«Yes? I thought you had devoted yourself more to surviving», his words were sharp as your pride struck you.
«It is more honorable to live this way, than to do it as you are doing it», you had not managed to contain yourself.
«And Satoru needs me».
Geto bent his lips upwards, his hair falling down his shoulders as he moved, «Remember this, Izumi: Satoru doesn’t need anyone, isn’t he the strongest? Unless you mean otherwise».
You stiffened to the allusion, «this Is not your business».
Suguru wrinkled his lips, «Oh~, you opened your legs to him?».
You got up suddenly, slamming your hands in the coffee table, You know what? If you have nothing better to tell me I think that I will go, I do not want to be jerked off by you!».
You took the vest behind you and started getting dressed.
«Sit down», the tone he used did not allow for discussion.
Out of the corner of your eye, you looked at him.
«Why should I?» you challenged him.
«I said, sit down», he didn’t need to raise his voice, he was already intimidating enough while his face was pounding.
When the maid entered the cabin, she had brought two straps, two glasses and a small transparent ampoule. You thought it would contain Saké.
«Are you guys okay?»
«Yes, thank you», the change in Suguru’s face left you stunned.
His eyes closed gently and his lips bent upwards in a sweet smile that reminded you of who he once were.
«Perfect! Make yourself comfortable while choosing what to order-»
«I’ll take a Craft Gin Smash», you had interrupted her, resembling yourself in the soft pillow.
«The same», Suguru said, relaxing his nerves when he saw you sitting.
«Sure, two Gin Smash then», taking in her hands the price lists, the maid vanished behind the sliding door, while the light, passed again to purple.
The silence was interrupted only by the muffled music of the club, you were not going to say anything... what would you say?
«Satoru has been busy», he had provoked you, pouring the contents of the ampoule on the two shot glasses, «beyond this how is he?».
You would have liked to answer badly for the umpteenth time, but taking in your hands the small glass container you had opted for a more mature approach.
You had therefore avoided the arrow, swallowing the first sip of that transparent drink.
« None of us are okay. Since Riko and Haibara’s death, it’s been like an endless dark tunnel. Not to mention the crap you did», your throat burned while you had sent down the second sip.
«Nanami has retired from Jujutsu, Shoko does not speak to me or to Satoru, and then he...», you had restrained your mouth, thinking about the sessions of brutal sex to which he subjected you.
It was handsome, sure, but it was obvious he was using you to ease his upset.
As you thought about the nights you spent being brutally hammered, you wondered if he really wanted your well-being or maybe he just didn’t want his.
You were best friends, your relationship stopped being that, he didn't love you, you were aware of it, and yet day after day, you thought that this relationship was slowly emptying you out.
His pent-up anger was all over you, and when Suguru noticed the small hematoma peeping out of your high-neck sweater, he brought a hand towards your face, raising it towards his own.
Two fingers were running down your neck, stopping over the bluish skin.
«You can say "no", you know this? Satoru does not know his limits, not even those of others».
His voice, sweet as honey, caressed the strings of the soul in pain that you were.
«Why do you worry?» you asked, moving his hand apart, «I must remind you how I got this scar? What Satoru does to me is nothing in comparison».
The sense of emptiness was becoming more and more overwhelming in your chest.
Suguru remained silent, moving his hand back to your injured cheek.
«It suits you», he said, leaving you speechless.
You didn’t believe your ears when he told you something so vile.
«I am convinced it keeps you tied to me, more than you would like».
Saying "I’m sorry," it didn’t seem like it was the sorcerer’s will.
Red with rage, you had tried to respond without succeeding.
While Suguru was showing discomfort, seeing the hematoma in your tender neck, you were reeling at his provocation.
«I have often thought of you in these years».
«That sucks», you said thinking about what he had just said.
«Disgusting?» he repeated, stroking your cheek, hooking his thumb on your rosy lips.
He stroked them, opening them slightly.
«I have not forgotten, and you?».
Your heart had taken a few extra leaps as his thumb worked its way inside your mouth.
His slightly rough finger had come into contact with your tongue.
Looking for it, he began to caress it, giving you several chills.
«Allow me to be beside you», he said, leaning with his other hand over your shoulder.
«Allow me to protect you».
His thumb had wet your soft lips with your own saliva.
«I heard that your mother passed away. Your father is pressuring you, isn’t it? And your work as a sorcerer? I knew that you were going to die a few months ago. Without me you are nothing, you can’t anything, Izumi».
Waking up from the trance, you shook your head, slapping his hand away.
«I know to look after myself!».
You didn’t even wait for your cocktail to arrive, that you took your jacket in your hands, ready to leave.
«You need me».
His eyes were so sharp, you swore he could get past you.
«I’ll be fine this time too, if I get killed, make sure to bring me at least one stupid flower».
Angry, you just opened your mouth without thinking.
It was too much.
You wanted to disappear, you wanted to stop your intrusive thoughts, you hated the way Suguru’s touch and voice made you feel.
It was like a sweet addiction, and yet you knew that if you gave in it would completely wipe you out.
He made you feel pampered and safe, perhaps because no one else knew the truth that tormented you.
But you knew he was a spider ready to lure you into his web.
«I shouldn’t have come», you said, and then snuck through the door.
You thought it was over while you were retracing the corridor.
The music was deafening, the people so many to make you vulnerable and when a hand clinged to your wrist, you almost didn’t release your shadow to slay the victim.
Without realizing what was going on, you found yourself with your back against the wall and a large body blocking you.
Meanwhile, your shadow danced eerily, manifesting the tension you felt. The situation seemed suspended between the impending chaos and the search for a way out that would not endanger the lives of others.
«Come on Izumi, hurt me if you want it».
Suguru's voice.
His perfume entered your brain, giving you an adrenaline rush.
The blood had gone to your head, and you felt your temples beating frantically to the beat of your heart.
«I tried to go easy on you, but you just don’t want to understand, did you?» his nose approached your neck.
«Now stay still, okay?» your body was motionless, your eyes wide, while his mouth was resting in your jaw.
He gave you a wet kiss before he started talking.
«I’m not going to repeat it twice, so listen carefully», your body was stiff under his touch, so much that he began to hurt your spine.
«What-»
«Shut up», he grabbed your side, making you collided with him.
As much as you wanted to answer, you were silent, too agitated to say a word.
«In these days I will write you, answer, I don’t care what you are doing, you will answer».
The threat made you frown, «I won’t do anything you want-»
«Oh, you will», it vigorously pinched you a side, provoking you a long shake of pain.
«You don’t want certain things to be known, do you?» your eyes widened, not believing in the blackmail he had put you in front of.
Was it really the Suguru you always knew? Something told you no, as you listened to his words.
«You will do what I will ask to you, no matter what, you will do it».
You wanted to be stronger to kick his ass right now, but you knew that wasn’t one of the most reasonable options.
The harshness of his words was like a slap in the face.
He broke away from you, allowing you to breathe, while with an indecipherable look he abandoned you along the pub corridor.
You were in so much trouble.