Season 4 Levi In Wits Style

season 4 levi in wits style

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they’ve been living rent free in my brain

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abducted

chapter three

getou x reader

chapter two

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the days that followed after your first training session passed very smoothly. so smooth in fact that it made you question if there was something wrong with getou. he hadn’t spoken to you more than absolutely necessary, and he didn’t bother to tease or chastise you once during the following training sessions. you couldn’t figure out why his change in demeanor bothered you so much, you should feel nothing but hatred for the man for taking you prisoner, but it seemed your soul still sheltered a soft spot for him.

you were unable to tell just how long you had been kept captive in getou’s realm, the days seemed to pass by much quicker in his vacation realm than they did in the real world. with the passing of days you began to form a daily routine, waking up to fresh clothes placed at the end of your bed by the house spirits, getting up to make yourself breakfast, and following that up with a training session with getou. training was the only time you would see him throughout the day. you knew he was avoiding you, but you couldn’t figure out why. you thought maybe it was because you slapped him that one day, but you quickly determined that the slap was well deserved on suguru’s part and dismissed the thought all together.

getou did his best to minimize the time he spent around you. after the night the two of you shared, separated only by the thin bedroom walls, getou decided that he must not allow lust to cloud his better judgment anymore. getou returned to the human world every night, needing to put distance between himself and you. suguru convinced himself that there was work that still to be done to set his plan into motion, but deep down he knew that he couldn’t trust himself not to act on his sexual desire for you.

even with minimal interaction, getou had to cut training short some days. the sight of you overexerted and panting heavily from the workout did unexplainable things to the broody man. he knew he was a real pervert when he imagined you looking just as red and exhausted under him while his cock split you open. getou ached with desire, needing to hear your sweet sounds again. those same sounds you made when you were touching yourself to the thought of him fucking you dumb. on those days, getou would curtly tell you that training was done for the day and quickly make his exit.

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you were always somewhat of a hot head, this was a fact that everyone was aware of. up until recent years you had trouble controlling your emotions, which often resulted in your cursed energy surging out of your body with the most terrible timing. that’s why you appreciated gojo, he understood your anger and he was the main factor for you being able to restrict your cursed energy when you felt anger bubble inside you. though it seemed that you might have gotten too good at restricting your curse technique, you didn’t like not being able to access it unless you were in a life or death situation. you knew getou was right, you should be able to summon your cursed technique on command.

over the course of your training you had gotten better at summoning your curse technique. getou was relentless, he would storm you with his own cursed technique or use hand-to-hand combat in an attempt to draw your enemy to the surface. you were able to call upon your energy one time during training when getou locked your body against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist like a cage. you grew angry when you were unable to escape, your anger was the key that allowed you to tap into your cursed energy. you pressed your palms against getou’s body, sending a massive wave of cursed energy through his body. the act caught him off guard allowing you to escape his hold. getou must have been angry by your actions. after releasing your body from his hold, the man couldn’t look at you. it felt like an eternity passed when he finally said that was all for the day and quickly exited the room.

you thought this over as you sat at the kitchen island, hunched over your breakfast. you knew getou was avoiding you for unknown reasons, but you needed to talk to him. you had been a prisoner in the realm for quite a while and you wanted to know exactly what getou had planned for you. your mind was running in circles, wondering why gojo hadn’t found you yet, what would happen to him when he did, and also why getou seemed to hate being in your presence. you were most bothered by the latter, but you tried to distract your mind from the fact.

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there were no clocks, or any way to tell time in getou’s realm but you gathered it was almost time to train based on the position of the sun shining through the kitchen window. your bare feet pattered against the cool wooden floor and eventually met the soft padded floor of the training room. getou was in his usual position in front of the mirror lined walls wrapping his fists in gauze.

getou looked calm while wrapping the material around his veiny hands, you almost let your anger for him ignoring you for the past few days dissipate at the sight. the man spoke with his back facing you, “are you here to train? or would you rather continue gawking?” you rolled your eyes as you stepped forward,”oh, so you can speak.” you crossed your arms across your chest as getou turned to face you,”yes.. why would you think otherwise?” his tone almost sounded mocking. “i haven’t seen you in days, with the exception of these short training sessions.” getou examend the wrapping on his hands, “well i am a busy man.” you scoffed, “right i forgot you're a busy man with a big plan to rid the world of non sorcerers, i almost forgot.”

a grin peeked out at the corner of getou’s lips, “more or less, yes.” you weren’t amused, “i know you’ve been avoiding me. why?” getou took a step forward, smiling from above you, “aw you’ve been missing me doll?” your brows knitted together, you moved to shove the man but getou caught your wrist before your palm could land. “ah ah, save the violence for training. “

“are we not training now?” you said with a sly grin to match his. getou’s eyes narrowed on you, “oh well in that case..” getou quickly kicked his leg out, knocking off balance resulting in your back landing hard on the cushioned floor. “you really love that move don’t you.” you wheezed. “i do, and you should be able to see it coming by now.” a large hand reached out, helping you back onto your feet.

your training with getou went as smoothly as any interaction with getou could go. a slight sense of ease washed over you when you noticed how getou had seemingly began to revert back to his usual smart-ass behavior during training.

later in the afternoon you found yourself feeling quite bored as you stared at the ceiling of the sitting room. you couldn’t figure out why getou didn’t at least install a tv somewhere in the house. there was absolutely nothing to do, except explore the outdoors but you had done enough of that, and you didn’t want to run into any more rouge cursed spirits again.

your ears perked up at the sound of large feet attempting to tread lightly across the wooden floor. you kept your gaze on the ceiling as you spoke, “heading out on another one of your secret missions?” getou stopped in his tracks, he let out a huff as he relaxed his shoulders, “i thought you were napping.”

“no i’m not napping, though i might as well be.” you rolled over on the couch to face him, “a bored prisoner is a unhappy prisoner sugu.” the large man shifted his stance, noticing the playful tone in your voice, “you love referring to yourself as a captive don’t you?” “well, i am here against my will. the least you could do is provide me with some sort of entertainment.”

a beat passed. getou’s eyes clouded in deep thought, “are you still a fan of jane austen?” your face contorted in confusion. “i remember you reading her works quite often, back when we were-“ you cut getou off, “you remember that?” you were genuinely surprised by his impeccable memory. you were sure if someone were to ask gojo who your favorite author or book was, he would not know how to answer. you knew this about gojo but you never held his lack of interest in your hobbies against him. you figured everyone had their own interests, there was no need for gojo to inquire about yours.

“of course i remember, how could i not?” he questioned, like it should be somehow obvious that he would remember such a trivial fact about you. you didn’t know how to respond, you just hummed slightly to yourself as getou exited the room.

the following morning you were gently woken by the sound of birds chirping and a cool wind flowing through the sliding door of your bedroom. something about the air felt different, you couldn’t put your finger on it but you could feel the residuals of sorcery floating through the air. you sprung up, your senses were on full alert, someone was using a lot of cursed energy and you knew that couldn’t be a good thing.

you tipped toed out of your bedroom, peeking around both corners before continuing down the hallway. the windowless hallway was dark and you could feel the cursed energy growing stronger as you made your way down the hall. there was a new door at the end of the hall that was not there the day before, cursed energy was practically leaking out of the key hole just below the door knob.

you took a deep breath as you gripped the door knob, not knowing what you would find on the other side of the threshold. you took on a strong stance in an attempt to ready yourself for any potential threat that could be waiting on the other side.

the circular room did not fit the same aesthetic as the rest of the house. this room was dimly lit and smelled of getou’s cursed energy, like sandalwood and smoke. mahogany shelves lined the walls, all of which were stuffed with books. in the center of the room was situated a couch and a large arm chair. your gaze wandered to getou, who was walking down the tall spiral staircase that led to a second floor of shelves.

“good morning, i hope i didn’t wake you with sounds of the new construction.” the man said jokingly. you mouth was a jar, completely in awe of getou’s power, “you did all this with jujutsu?” getou sat on the couch casually, his large frame dwarfed the piece of furniture in comparison. “all the talk of books yesterday made me think, my vacation home was severely lacking a proper library.”

you moved around the circular room, drawing your fingers across the many spines of the books. getou called out from the center of the room, “if you're looking for austen, she’s upstairs.” you turned swiftly on your heels, finally having collected your thoughts,”is this all for me? the books. the library. did you do this for me?”

getou scoffed as he leaned back against the couch cushions, “please. don’t flatter yourself. like i said, i thought that with your claim of this place needing some entertainment, a library would be a good solution.”

heat rose to your cheeks. you turned back to face the shelves, continuing along the course of the room. “well then.” getou stood, making his way to the door. “i’ll leave you too it. there’s still much to get in order” your hand shot out, grasping the air, “wait!” getou paused at your words. “at least tell me why you’re doing what you’re doing, why do you want all non-sorcerer’s gone? i need to understand why.”

getou turned back to the door, “i’m making a better world for people like you and me. be a doll and don’t try to stop me, all of our training would go to waste if i have to kill you. ” without another word the man was gone, leaving you alone in the massive library.

getou always had a narrow view of the world, he always thought in very black and white terms. you pondered over getou’s motivations as you walked up the steps of the spiral staircase.

getou suguru <3

SO WHAT if he’s a villain and he’s planning to burn the world down. i’ll gladly be of assistance — no blood, no nothing is thicker than that dick. maybe the world deserves it

happy birthday levi

(the reason i’m celebrating today)

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