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choso is a switch but definitely sub leaning

he whimpers when your on top cause he’s so flustered

he would definitely like to suck on your fingers while watching you ride him

me

abducted

chapter six

getou x reader

chapter five

tags: hurt /comfort // violence // language // threat of r4pe //

word count: 3k

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suguru was right, you did need to rest but as the night progressed you couldn’t seem to get your mind to stop racing. you tossed and turned in the bed for what felt like hours until you finally decided to go to the kitchen to make some tea, hoping it would help relax your mind. you stared out the window watching the trees sway in the night air while you waited for the tea kettle to come to a boil.

your ears picked up on the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway, “your back early.” you said turning to face getou, except the person in front of you wasn’t getou at all. you sucked in a short breath at the sight of the unfamiliar person standing in front of you. “not who you were expecting?” the androgynous man asked in a playful tone.

you quickly grabbed a knife from the kitchen sink and turned back to face the man with the patchwork face. streaks of his light blue hair fell his face as his smile grew bigger. “now now, there’s no need for all the commotion. i’m just here to see getou.” you gripped the knife tighter as the man approached, “he’s not here.” you felt adrenaline pumping through your veins, you knew that the man’s intentions weren’t good, and you needed to be alert to his every move.

the patch faced man made a show of looking around the kitchen, “so i see.” he said, still closing in on you. “oh! how rude of me!” he said, slapping the top of his head with his palm, as if he was remembering something. “i almost forgot to introduce myself! i’m mahito, and you are?”

you kept the knife in a tight grip, feeling your cursed energy begin to come alive under your skin. “i’m a guest of getou’s.” you had no intention of divulging any personal information to this man.

mahito’s sinister smile was still on full display, “well any friend of getou’s is a friend of mine. but your not just any friend are you?”

the man had you cornered but he hadn’t made any further advances, “you see, getou doesn’t have many pretty friends like you.” he reached up to twirl a lock of your hair between his fingers, causing you to flinch. mahito shushed you in faux consolation, “shh.. your soul is shaking, i can feel it. there’s no need to be afraid.” mahito chuckled. “i only want to play.”

you averted your eyes, desperately looking for an exit route. the man dipped his chin, reading your slight movement. “there’s no point in running.” mahito paused in thought, “though i do love the chase.”

you screamed, violently swinging the kitchen knife in the man’s direction. your fight or flight instincts kicked in. you didn’t allow yourself a moment to see if the knife made contact with mahito’s skin before jutting off into the dark house at full speed.

the sound of laughter echoed behind you, when you finally made it back to your bedroom. your shaky hands fumbled against the lock on the door. the sound of your erratic heartbeat banged in your ears, almost drowning out the sound of mahito’s careful footsteps. the man slowly made his way down the hall. meanwhile in your bedroom, a cool breeze flowed in through the large door leading to the porch that wrapped around the perimeter of the house. you shivered, feeling a cold chill run up your spine.

mahito stood just outside the door for a moment, savoring the thrill of the chase. you knew he was there, you could feel his unpredictable cursed energy floating through the air. your breaths were heavy, as you clutched your big sleep shirt to your chest.

you prayed then for getou’s return.

the hour was late, but you didn’t know how late. getou usually returned just before dawn, but you didn’t know if you could survive that long. your opponent was strong, not just physically, but in jujutsu too. even with your recent training sessions, you still didn’t think you would be a match for mahito.

the man spoke through your bedroom door, cutting off your train of thought, “silly girl. don’t you know that a flimsy door like this can’t keep me out?” you stood then, moving towards the patio door as quietly as you could. if you could just get outside, there’s a chance that you could hide in the forest long enough until getou got back.

just as you were tiptoeing across the threshold into the outside world, mahito broke the door down with his cursed technique. a scream escaped your throat again. your feet propelled your body forward, moving as fast as they could into the wooded area. you barely noticed that one of your house shoes slipped off in the process.

mahito was still enjoying himself, he knew he could end this quickly but where would the fun be in that? getou had been too distracted as of late, and mahito disliked that fact. mahito’s original intentions with coming to getou’s realm was to confront the man—to find out where his sudden lack of interest in their plan was coming from.

though mahito was surprised to see you wandering around the house and not getou, he immediately understood where getou’s lack of interest was stemming from. it was you. getou had lost sight of what was important because of you. a stupid girl who couldn’t even use her curse technique properly.

while chasing you through the forest, mahito started to understand exactly why getou must have been so fond of you. you were beautiful, and in mahito’s opinion, you looked especially tantalizing when your eyes were clouded with such fear. he knew that he was definitely going to kill you, but mahito figured he should be able to have a little fun with you first.

you had been running for a while, your chest was tight, and the act of losing one of your shoe’s allowed your foot to get battered against the forest floor. you heaved heavily against a large tree, praying that you had lost mahito in the woods. unbeknownst to you, the torn skin off your foot created a trail of blood, making it quite easy for mahito to track you.

he was close, you could feel it. you tried your best to steady your mind, thinking back on the things getou taught you during training. you needed to concentrate. honing in your cursed energy into one consistent stream of power was always your downfall. you wanted to scream in frustration, the gnawing pain in your foot made it too difficult to concentrate on the unstable cursed energy moving through your body.

your ear twitched at the sound of a twig snapping

nearby. you took a deep breath feeling paralyzed by fear. a beat passed in stone cold silence, only for the moment to be shattered by mahito aggressively grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head as soon as he came into your line of sight. the skin of his face seemed to be held together with silver stitches, almost reminding you of frankenstein. though mahito seemed much more terrifying than the old victorian tale.

“ah ah. no need to be difficult, i’m not going to kill you just yet.” mahito said, reinforcing his hold on your wrists. you tried to retch free with no luck, he had you pinned. the man shushed you in a faux sympathetic tone as he pushed his thigh between your legs. your fear was replaced with anger at the sight of the man clearly enjoying himself.

anger seemed to be the key for you to concentrate on your cursed energy, you felt the warmth of it pooling in the palms that were hoisted over your head. you tried shaking from his grip once more, “what do you want from me?” you spat, not understanding the unprovoked attack. “why are you here?”

mahito pushed his thigh up farther, smiling as he leaned in closer to speak into your ear, “well, it all started as an innocent trip to visit getou. you see he’s been very distracted lately, and i wanted to know why but it seems the reason is standing right in front of me.” the man chuckled, lowering his tone as he spoke. “i mean don’t get me wrong, i get it. i would be distracted too, you are a fine specimen..” his voice trailed off, the human curse leaned in further to smell your hair.

fury in its purest form migrated through your veins, you might not be a match for mahito in terms of strength or jujutsu, but you did have the element of surprise at your disposal. you swang your injured foot upwards, landing a hard blow on the man’s groin. mahito staggered backwards, causing him to release your wrists from his hold.

your cursed energy was ferocious and messy but that didn’t deter you from shooting whatever energy you could out of your palms and into mahito’s direction. your cursed energy shot out in short, but powerful spurts, eventually landing a blow in mahito’s side. the shot of energy was like a bullet, shooting through the skin settling deep in his body. the impact was so strong, mahito’s blood blew back on to you, covering your body in the warm crimson liquid.

mahito was strong, you knew he wouldn’t be down for long but you took the opportunity to run nonetheless. you didn’t make it very far before intense fatigue clouded your senses, and the limp stemming from your injured foot slowed your escape. you tried to power on, but your blood covered body collapsed to the ground, from the acute pain shooting off inside your body. you felt like your insides were being torn apart.

mahito was still incapacitated on the ground, but kept the same menacing smile on his face nonetheless, “silly girl, i made contact with your skin. i have full control over your soul.” you wailed on the ground, feeling mahito’s cursed technique take hold of your body. the pain was so intense, your vision began to fade as your body lost consciousness.

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getou immediately knew something was wrong when he sensed mahito’s residuals in the air once he arrived back to the realm. the scent of sandalwood and smoke fanned off of getou as his cursed technique ignited in his body. he angrily scoured the house searching for evidence of the two of you. getou didn’t stop moving forward at the sight of your bedroom door knocked off the hinges. the only thing that caused his swift movements to halt was your lone house shoe discarded in the grass. getou bent down to retrieve the shoe, the feeling of it in his hand only stoked the fire of anger in his heart.

getou found mahito first, the human curse was propped up against a tree trying to heal himself from the injuries he sustained. mahito smiled at the sight of the man who looked like death himself, “oh! hi getou! i’ve been look-“ mahito’s words were cut short from getou’s strong grip on his neck.

suguru hoisted the man up the tree, mahito slapped at getou’s arm in an attempt to get the man to release him from his hold. mahito tried choking out some intelligible words but getou cut him off again, “where is she?” getou’s tone came out much more threatening than usual. mahito still couldn’t form words from the tight grip getou held on his windpipe.the man could only signal with his eyes the direction that your body was laying in.

getou could only make out the shape of your body lying on the ground, but he could tell that you were hurt. fear struck his heart like a spear, getou dropped the man and whistled to the house spirits to come string mahito up. mahito panted on the ground watching getou run in the direction of your mangled form.

mahito yelled out to getou as the house spirits retrieved him from the tree, “getou! wait! what are they going to do to me?” getou didn’t respond, he didn’t have enough mind to even process the words when he saw the state that you were in. you were turned on your side in the fetal position, getou couldn’t tell if the blood that covered your body belonged to you, or mahito but he didn’t have time to speculate. getou scooped up your lifeless form and quickly carried you back to the house.

if you were conscious, you probably would’ve made a joke about how it seems every time you go outside, getou had to carry you back in. or maybe you would joke about how getou seems to have some really ugly looking friends, but you weren’t awake to do that.

every second that you were unconscious made getou’s stomach form into knots. the man had to affirm to himself over and over again in his head that you were going to be okay, trying to force himself to believe it. “fuck!” he said audibly, when he looked down on your face. you looked so peaceful, despite being so injured. the man felt so distraught, he was almost glad that you weren’t awake to witness it.

after the house spirits tied mahito up in the basement, they came to help getou tend to your wounds. suguru knew you wouldn’t want him to be the one to bathe you, so after cleaning your mangled foot, and pumping his own reverse curse technique into your skin, he allowed the house spirits to clean and dress you.

the large man felt odd for being in your room for so long, the last time he spent this much time in your bedroom was the night that he allowed himself to give into his lustful thoughts and fuck himself with his hand as you slept. getou shook his head, trying to clear his mind of thoughts of that night. he would never forgive himself for being such a creep. getou stood, trying to distract himself. he was pacing around the room for a moment, when he noticed the blood splattered necklace that he bought you just the day before. the house spirits removed it to bathe you, but getou couldn’t help but notice how the one thing that you owned that symbolized him, was covered in blood. an ironic sight.

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you didn’t know how long you were out, but you knew it must’ve been a while. the sun was at the midway point in the sky, shining bright into your eyes. you groaned loudly, turning onto your back. you were surprised to see getou perched at the end of the bed watching you intently.

“hey doll, how are you feeling?” a grunt was all you could muster in response. your vocal cords were still worn out from your petrifying screams the night before. getou was riddled with guilt, he didn’t know what to say. there was nothing that could be said to make the situation better. suguru only wanted you to be safe, that was his new top priority—but it seems every time you get hurt it’s somehow related to him.

getou reached out to set his hand on top of yours, stroking lightly with his thumb. neither one of you were ever much good at showing any type of physical affection, and that fact felt clear in the moment. his eyes analyzed your limp wrist, while clearing his throat. “i’ll kill him. you don’t have to worry about him ever again.”

if you had enough energy you would’ve rolled your eyes, “i don’t care about that right now.” you were both taken back by how raspy your voice came out. “i just wish you could’ve been here. i was so scared getou.” a deep crease formed between his brows, listening to your words.

“why weren’t you here?” you began to cry then, feeling overwhelmed with thoughts of nights past. your mouth formed into a deep frown as hot tears fell from your eyes. “why weren’t you here suguru? why?” you couldn’t help but repeat the question over and over, it was like your brain was stuck in a loop.

getou felt as if his heart was pulled clean out of his chest, he made quiet shushing sounds while moving up the bed to take you in his arms. you couldn’t fight his embrace even if you wanted too, his hands were steady and unyielding. getou propped his back up against the headboard and pulled your shaking body into his lap. he held you tight, letting you curl up into his chest.

getou continued to shush you and stroke your hair, his shirt becoming wet from the abundance of tears. “i’m sorry.” his grip on your body tightened, he felt fearful that you would somehow slip from his grasp. you felt so delicate.

“i’m so sorry. you don’t have to worry about anything like that happening ever again. i’ll never leave you ever again. i promise.”

even in your hysterical state, you knew that was a promise that you would hold him too.

making getou valentines cards rn >;-)

all i ask is to be in a poly relationship where the other two parties worship me like a goddess

i don’t think that is too much to ask

tw: my terrible art

i got bored and tried to draw getou from chapter one of abducted

currently writing chapter 7 of abducted

IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS CHAPTERRRRR

i know chapter 6 was angsty but it will be paid off i promise

i should be curled up in getou’s chest rn

:/

abducted

chapter eight

getou x reader

tags: fluff // smut // nipple play // slight over stimulation // praise // filler chapter // minimal plot

chapter seven

finally stirring from your deep sleep, you were greeted to the sight of getou’s slumbering face just inches from your own. a crease was cemented between his brows, as if he were dreaming of something serious. though knowing getou, he probably was.

you took a moment to stare, having never seen the man in such a vulnerable state. he looked almost innocent, as his broad chest rose and fell with hollow breaths. you turned over, attempting to get ready for the day when a large arm hooked around your waist putting a halt to your plans.

getou nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, “nope. no escaping now.” he grumbled in a deep sleepy tone. you laughed, settling into his hold, “i quite literally couldn’t escape you, even if i tried.” you could feel getou’s lips forming into a smile against your neck, “true. i’m glad you know.” he teased, placing a kiss just behind your ear.

all thoughts of gojo were far away, being with getou felt like you were finally accepting what you had always felt deep in your heart. something about getou felt like home, his presence alone steadied you. you were finally able to admit it to yourself.

you didn’t have it in you to feel guilty, especially when suguru’s hold around your waist tightened—or when he placed another sweet kiss on your neck. there was no going back, you both knew this, but neither one of you seemed to care. maybe it was just post-orgasm bliss that had you feeling so warm and safe in his arms, but you had a feeling that you would feel that way regardless.

the morning sun was shining bright through the sliding doors that led to the outside world, casting a warm hue of yellow light over the two of you. getou groaned sleepily, burrowing his face into your neck in an attempt to escape the sun's rays.

you flipped over to face him once more. the two of you stared at each other in silence, basking in the sun's warmth while letting the sounds of the birds singing from the trees surround you. getou felt that he was in some cruel dream, that he would soon wake up from feeling utterly alone. you reached out to rest a hand on his large chest, getou let out a hollow breath in response. your touch alone was enough to anchor the man into reality. your soft hands against his skin signified that this was no dream, this was real. he was here with you.

the sorcerer kept his gaze on your face, that was still puffy with sleep. getou had never seen you look so beautiful. the sunlight casted a halo of light around your head, suguru thought you looked like an angel. though based on your actions from the previous day, he knew that you were far from it. you were like him, both of your moral compasses were busted. you now lived in a morally grey area just as he did—and he relished in the feeling of having finally corrupted you.

“do you regret it?” he whispered. “regret what?” you knew what he meant, but you questioned him anyway. getou hummed, knowing that you wanted to bypass the conversation. he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling your bodies closer together, “we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want too. we could pretend for a while longer if you want.”

you quirked a brow, “pretend?” the man smiled at your confused face, tracing circles on your back with his long fingers, “we could pretend that the real world doesn’t exist for a while longer.” he took a moment to collect his thoughts. “it’s just us here, we could pretend that it would always be that way.”

getou had never been spectacular at expressing himself through words, but you understood his meaning. you could pretend, in fact you’d prefer it. you were already pretending that yours and suguru’s ideology of jujutsu wasn’t on opposing sides of the spectrum, so why not keep pretending? why not live in the moment for as long as the universe would allow it?

“i can do that.” you said, wrapping a leg over his hip. the action made getou’s heart pound in his chest, and allowed blood rush to his cock. you were completely unaware of the effect your small movement had on the man, you were too busy thinking of his words from the night before.

“what did you mean when you said that gojo didn’t deserve me last night?” you asked in an inquiring tone. the man hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but he was so drunk on your body he couldn’t help but ramble.

“oh you caught that.” he mused. there was a lot that you didn’t know about your boyfriend. a lot that getou had only recently found out during his time surveilling satoru’s movements. even from his days spent in the past with gojo, suguru knew that he wasn’t the setting down type. getou knew that gojo wasn’t wholly faithful to you, but he didn’t want to seem like he was purposely attempting to turn you against him.

most of all he didn’t want to see you hurt. getou did his best to evade your question, “does he make you happy?” you were both surprised by the question, getou internally chided himself for not coming up with something better. you didn’t really know how to answer, you had always felt happy enough.

gojo filled a void that existed in your heart, and you never had much reason to complain. gojo was always kind to you, and the sex was good—but sex with getou was different. when gojo fucked you it felt impersonal, the two of you were only trying to reach the finish line of orgasming. neither one of you were fully present in the act, it felt as if you were just going through the motions.

sex with getou felt like an awakening—an exploration of eachother’s body’s and soul’s. it felt like it really was just the two of you in the world. everything about it felt right. no matter how wrong it was. you had a far away look in your eyes when you finally answered, “he made me happy enough.” you tone carried a sense of finality to it, but your answer wasn’t good enough for the stubborn man.

“happy enough?” a spark of irritation ignited in getou’s stomach, “do you want to settle for just being happy enough?” you didn’t want to fight, so you conceded, “no, i don’t.” your tone lowered to a whisper. “i want more.” it was as if you were finally admitting to yourself. you wanted more out of your life. you wanted love in its purest form, and you wanted power. you began to question if it was possible to have both.

getou dipped his head closer to yours, “i can give you more.” he said in a low tone matching yours. you sucked in a tight breath at the feeling of getou’s hand latching on tightly to the skin of your ass, pushing you hips closer to his. with your leg draped over his side, you could practically feel his cock growing hard against your panties. your eyes went wide at the sensation. getou chuckled, “don’t look so surprised doll, you weren’t this shy last night.”

you loosened up at his tease, relaxing against him once more. you decided to take getou’s advice and pretend. pretend that it was just you and him in the world. pretend that the two of you weren’t on opposing sides. pretend that you were just two people basking in eachother’s bodies. pretend that this was the old getou lying next to you, the one who would have never abandoned you.

you were the one who decided to close the distance between your bodies, locking your lips onto his. getou allowed your tongue to slip past his lips, and hummed from deep in his throat at your enthusiasm. his grip on your ass tightened as he kneaded your flesh. your cunt began to throb at the sound of the moans already escaping his throat.

suguru raked his free hand through your hair and you did the same, you would never tire from feeling his silky strands filtering through your fingers. the kiss was soft and slow, the two of you took your time letting your tongues explore each other's mouths. getou felt as if he could swallow you whole, feeling himself grow drunk off of the feeling of your plush lips against his, but he felt determined not to rush.

he wanted to explore every inch of your body all morning long. if getou had his way, the two of you wouldn’t leave the bed at all until the sun set, and rose again. he finally broke the kiss, leaving you staring at him with a dazed expression. the broad chested man leaned back, gripping the bottom of your sleep shirt.

“‘wanna see those pretty titties again.” he murmured looking at you for permission. you had always been slightly insecure over your breast’s they weren’t the exact shape and size that you thought they should be, but getou’s praised made you feel more comfortable in your body.

you nodded your head, silently signaling that it was okay. getou licked his lips and lifted your sleep shirt slowly. your skin jumped, feeling the cool air slide up your skin with the shirt. suguru hummed when your breasts came into view. he had to fight the urge not to immediately take one into his mouth, instead he took a moment to stare at your nipples growing hard from the cool temperature of the room.

“so fucking pretty.” he said almost in awe. your cheeks heated up under his stare, but you felt immense relief when getou’s lips returned to yours. you moaned into his mouth as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. you instinctively ground your hips against his cock. you both groaned at the feeling of each other's touch.

you reached down between the space of your bodies to grip getou’s cock through his pants, his movements began to match your own as he bucked against your hand. you were both needy, and neither one of you did anything to conceal it. getou’s warm hands continued to massage your breasts, causing you to soak through your panties. his was so good with his hands, you thought you might come just from the feeling he was eliciting from your chest.

getou broke the kiss, moving to suck on your collarbone and kiss his way down to your sore nipples. he tried to give equal attention to both of your titties, giving both an open mouth kiss. your mouth dropped open at the feeling of his warm tongue swiping against your nipples. his mouth left your breast with a pop, “fuck.” he spoke to himself. you knew that your cunt had probably soaked completely through your panties just from the intense heartbeat you felt in your clit.

getou used his body weight to push you onto your back and settled his body between your legs. the man looked like a god between your thighs, the morning sun shone against his black hair, and painted his skin a light gold color. he was so beautiful, yet he was looking at you like you were the most magnificent creature he had ever seen.

“my pretty doll.” he cooed, lifting your leg up to place a kiss on your ankle. the man lowered himself down keeping your leg on his shoulder, to get a good look at your wet panties. getou used his thumb to rub circles over the wet part of your panties, causing your back to arch off the bed.

“you're so wet.” he said, still looking at your soaked panties. you ground your hips against his thumb, seeking friction. getou noticed the needy look in your eyes, “‘want my fingers, or my mouth? you choose.” you wanted to melt into the bed at his question. no one that you had ever been with had cared much about what you wanted in bed, but getou was so giving. he wanted nothing more than to please you.

“mouth please.” you whimpered. suguru wasted no time by quickly helping you shimmy out of your underwear and immediately ducked his head between your thighs. the warm sensation of his tongue lapping up the wetness of your pussy made your eyes roll back. getou moaned into your cunt as your fingers massaged his scalp. the vibrations from the sound went straight to your clit and you screamed out.

suguru moved to suck on your clit, the sensation was so intense that you had to fight the urge not to clamp your legs shut. you continued to cry out, and getou continued to moan into your clit. you weren’t expecting him to slip in two fingers to your cunt, you immediately clamped down on him as he curled his fingers to tap your g-spot.

getou knew you were on the edge of coming, he lifted his head to watch your face as he used his fingers to pump in and out of you with precision. his hair was completely disheveled from your fingers, and you were a complete mess from his mouth, but getou thought that you had never looked more beautiful. he had waited so long to see you like this—to experience you like this, he had to savor every moment of it. even if that meant neglecting his throbbing cock for the time being.

your plush walls wrapped around his fingers even tighter as heat formed in your stomach, you were so close. getou smiled down at you, “i know you want to come doll, it’s okay. come on my hand, you can do it.” at his word, your cunt immediately began to flutter around his fingers. getou groaned, still continuing his movements until your cunt loosened its grip on his fingers.

your chest heaved up and down with heavy breaths, while getou placed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. you were surprised when he laid back down next to you, and pulled your body against his chest. “what about you?” you questioned referring to his still hard cock. suguru hummed, “we have all day, don't we?” he chucked at his own statement, knowing that he intended to utilize the whole day.

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abducted

chapter nine

getou x reader

tags: violence // feral reader // fluff //

word count: 2.3k

chapter eight

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gojo hadn’t sensed getou’s presence watching him in quite a while, it made him wonder what had him so busy all of a sudden. satoru thought about this as he walked through the tokyo streets, having just left the home belonging to a woman he barely knew. the man felt less guilty cheating on you when it was done with women he wasn’t very familiar with.

cheating was wrong this he knew, but gojo had never been good at staying devoted to one person. he tried his best with you, but even when you spent most nights at his house he would still have to booty call some poor woman in his phone not long after you left. he couldn’t help it, he was lonely. that’s what he told himself at least.

when you were first taken by getou, satoru devoted every second to trying to locate you—but as the days wore on, gojo felt the loneliness begin to creep in. at first, he spent the long days talking to high ranking sorcerer’s seeking whatever knowledge they might have on getou’s realm. those long days turned into even longer nights when he crept into another woman’s bed. gojo didn’t try to excuse his own behavior anymore, he knew what he was doing was wrong but that didn’t take away from the weight he felt on his chest not having you around.

satoru made his way through the muggy streets of tokyo. the area was usually buzzing with people and cars moving in every direction, but at this late hour the streets were a ghost town. the lanky man turned quickly down a small alleyway that led to a staircase descending down to a large black door. wasting no time, gojo knocked three times just as instructed. the door creaked open, seemingly by itself.

gojo knew where he was going, he pushed forward through the dark hallway of the basement and stopped at yet another door. he repeated the same knock, but this time a person answered.

“well would you look at this, the mighty satoru gojo has come to pay me a visit.” the special grade sorcerer eased. the man backed away from the door, ushering gojo inside of the office. “please have a seat.” he pointed to the leather chair sitting in front of the large wooden desk. the blonde man folded his arms against his chest, sitting to face gojo, “well i’m sure you're not here to have a drink or play cards, so please state the nature of your visit.” the man looked at gojo with sharp eyes, anxiously waiting for a response.

“i’m here to strike up a bargain with you.” gojo said in a matter of fact tone. not many people had ever seen the usually cheerful man, act so seriously, his odd demeanor indicated to the experienced sorcerer that whatever gojo needed—was serious.

“i’m all ears.” the man leaned back in his chair, preparing himself for whatever gojo might barter. “tell me naoya, what information can you give me on getou suguru?”

-

you had been holed up in the library for hours reading any book that could give you information on how to handle the weapon getou gifted you. you knew that the scythe was from the golden age of jujutsu, and that it takes any curse user's power if killed with its blade, but that was the full extent of your knowledge on the weapon. miscellaneous books old and new, were scattered around you on your spot on the floor. you had been in the library for so long, you could no longer comfortably sit on the couch, so you took to stretching out on the floor instead.

you fidgeted with the heart shaped necklace around your neck as you skimmed through the book in front of you. you would often absentmindedly play with the piece of jewelry, the object had turned into somewhat of a cornerstone for you. always bringing you comfort, and rooting you back into reality. it was your way of keeping suguru close to you, even when he wasn’t nearby.

you were too immersed in your thoughts to notice getou ducking through the library entryway, taking a moment to watch you. he tucked his hands into his pant pockets, feeling pride swel in his chest at the sight of you taking such an interest in learning about the cursed weapon.

“i should’ve known that i’d find you here.” getou’s voice cut through the silence, pulling your eyes from the paper. you felt almost giddy watching him walk towards you. he squatted down in front of you so that he may speak to you at eye level.

ever the gentleman.

“hi.” you whispered. “hi.” he said, matching your tone. “i haven’t seen you all day.” he mused. his chest felt tight, he suddenly felt afraid that you might have been having second thoughts about what happened between the two of you. “i thought you would want some space.” you mumbled, averting your gaze.

getou quirked a brow, “i suppose a healthy amount of space isn’t a bad thing, but why did you think i would want space?” you pursed your lips, “well i know how men are, you all get weirdly distant after sex.” your cheeks flushed, suddenly feeling foolish for your choice of words.

the man chuckled from above you, still squatting over where you were laying on the floor, “i’m not most men.” he said with a fond look. you sat up, closing the distance between the two of you. your faces were just inches apart, as you spoke through a flirtatious smile.

“that much i know, most men wouldn’t abduct a woman and take them to a hidden realm against their will.” getou’s signature menacing smirk formed on his lips as he took your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, “aw, you're not still on about that, are you doll?”

you narrowed your eyes on the raven haired man, “don’t tease me, suguru.” you said in a wanting tone. his lips hovered just above yours as he spoke, “i wouldn’t dare.” he kissed you then. sweet and fondly, but it was too short lived. getou broke the kiss, and stood pulling you onto your feet with him. you looked up at him with a dazed look, wondering why he stopped.

“there’s somewhere i need to take you today.” he said in a more serious tone. “are we going to another night market?” you inquired, not understanding his change in demeanor. he shook his head, “no. not another night market, in fact you’ll need to bring your scythe.”

you felt even more confused then. where could he be taking you that you would need such a weapon? “i know we don’t see eye to eye on the non-sorcerer situation, but there’s something i’d like for you to see that might change your mind.”

-

getou used his teleportation technique to transport the two of you to the outside of what looked to be an ordinary temple of worship. you turned to face the man. his palm was still sitting on your lower back, resting on top of the long scythe that was slung across your body.

your face formed into a puzzled expression, “are we here to pay homage to the gods?” suguru shook his head solemnly, “no, this is not a temple for sorcerer’s. it’s for non-sorcerer’s only.” he took your hand in his, leading you up the steps of the temple. “you’ll understand soon enough.” he said in a direct manner.

the inside of the golden building seemed normal, like any other place of worship. it was quiet, and there were a handful of people praying silently. you couldn’t see anything wrong with the place. getou led you through a dimly lit corridor, out of the main worship area. the two of you ascended up a narrow staircase that led to a balcony lining the large circular room, overlooking a large group of people below.

suguru’s hand gripped onto yours tighter, he didn’t bother looking down on what was happening below—he already knew. instead the man watched your face as you analyzed the ritual playing out below. “what is this, getou?” you asked in a low tone, not wanting to be overheard. the mass of people below were separated into two groups. ones wearing black robes with silver etching, and others were forced into a kneeling position with their ankles and wrists bound with rope.

“a ritual—or sacrifice rather.” he spoke lowly into your ear. “these people’s religion dictates that any jujutsu sorcerer or anyone who can even see curses for that matter, are evil beings.” your breath hitched in your throat watching a few of the cloaked figures forcing one of the tied up victims to their feet, practically dragging them to the large altar where more cloaked figures stood.

he continued, still watching your face contort in horror, “this ritual is their way of ‘cleansing the world of jujutsu.’” you finally turned to face him, “but why? jujutsu sorcerer’s only work to keep non-sorcerer’s safe. this doesn’t make sense.”

getou nodded his head sympathetically, “you’re right. it doesn’t make sense, but they hate us nonetheless. they wish to exterminate all jujutsu sorcerers, which is why we have to beat them to it—kill them all. before they kill us.” you grimaced at his words, “but not all non-sorcerers are that way, not all of them want to kill us.”

“yes, but enough of them do.” his words carried a sense of finality, causing something to shift in your brain. you looked down at your hand enclosed in getou’s, then back down to the ritual below. the two of you stood in the shadows, watching one of the cloaked figures retrieve a large knife, slicing through the neck of one of the kneeling sorcerer’s. you slapped your free hand over your mouth, not wanting to scream—but even if you did you doubt anyone would have heard you. all of the non-sorcerer’s chanted loudly, while another sorcerer was being brought up for the next sacrifice.

your blood ran cold and a sharp white noise rang in your ear, getou was still speaking but you couldn’t hear him. your cursed energy flared to life as you pulled your scythe from its casing on your back. “wait!” getou called out to you, but you didn’t heed his command. the room was now aware of your presence, but you didn’t care. in fact you were happy to see their once joyful faces contort in fear, the sight only amplified the cursed energy dancing around you.

you were already cutting through the hoard of cloaked bodies by the time getou joined you. you almost felt bad for the cultists. there wasn’t much fight they could put up against the two of you, especially when getou summoned the dragon from his pool of curses. you continued slicing through the people. you swung your blade with a flourish, making your way to the middle of the room where the sorcerer’s were still tied up.

your blade was completely covered in crimson when you finally made it to the hysterical curse users. you looked around the room to find getou taking out the rest of the non-sorcerers before you decided it was safe enough to disarm. you slung your scythe back over your shoulder, and approached the group of curse users slowly. they were so scared, even tied up they tried to scoot away from you as you got near. you put your palms out in front of you, trying to signal that you weren’t a threat, “it’s okay, it’s okay. you’re safe now.”

“please, don’t hurt us.” a girl, about your age whimpered from the cluster of sorcerers. “i’m only here to help.” you said, moving to remove the rope from her limbs. seeing the state of her, and the rest of the group made you feel justified in your slaughter of the cultists. this whole situation was wrong, and these people were innocent.

you were still making work of untying everyone in the group of young and old, when getou called his dragon back into his cursed orb and joined you at your side. the sorcerer’s seemed to be paralyzed in fear even when they were freed from their restraints, not moving or speaking. they only looked up to you as if waiting for your command.

getou’s looked perfectly content when you turned to face him, “what’s wrong with them? they aren’t doing anything.” you asked in a confused tone. “well, you just saved their lives.” an older man from the group finally spoke up, “yes, you saved us. now we owe you a life debt.” you shifted your eyes back and forth from the man and getou, feeling even more confused. the man bowed from his spot on the floor, his head was practically touching the floor before he rose to face you once more. “with this life debt i will follow you wherever you go, and serve you to the best of my ability.” the man spoke certainly, and the others nodded in agreement.

you waved a hand dismissively, “oh that’s not necessary, i-“ suguru reached for your hand. “you can’t reject a life debt once it is claimed, and even if you could, we will need them in the future.” you couldn’t understand why either one of you could possibly need a bunch of sorcerer’s who probably weren’t even at a level four. you crossed your arms against your chest, “why would we need them in the future?” you wondered.

“there’s a war coming doll, and we’re going to need every sorcerer we can get.”

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abducted

chapter ten

getou x reader // chapter ten

word count: 3k

chapter nine

naoya insisted that gojo let him handle the situation of getou keeping his little girlfriend hostage. gojo only agreed after much reluctance, when naoya said that he knew getou well, and that he could schedule a meeting. a meeting without the presence of satoru.

gojo didn’t take well to naoya’s plan at first, but he needed to use someone close to getou to even begin to think about saving you from your captivity. naoya used the zenin name to jumpstart his many corrupt businesses, one of them being a large night club in tokyo’s red light district. satoru met the zenin clan member at his club to finalize the deal.

gojo’s athletic legs pushed him through the loud club at a swift pace. the man tried his best to not get distracted by the abundance of beautiful women dancing and fraternizing under the flashing lights. he continued to push through the crowd determinedly, making his way to the vip section that overlooked the dance floor from above. he wanted to get the deal over and done with, because he already wasn’t happy with the terms.

the vip lounge was just as gojo had imagined, fitting to naoya’s extravagant taste. the room was glowing from the dim purple lights. cocktail waitresses hovered around the room serving naoya and his men hand and foot. it seemed that naoya was living as if he were already the head of the zenin clan, though he had a long way to go to reach that goal. satoru thought about this, as he approached the men relaxing on the large leather sofa.

“ah! satoru!” naoya beckoned from his seat as he sipped from his rocks glass. gojo took a seat on the adjacent sofa, “zenin.” he acknowledged casually. satoru unfolded a bank slip and pushed it across the marble coffee table that was littered with bottles of miscellaneous champagnes and liquors. satoru crossed a leg over his knee before speaking, “it’s all there, already been sent to the routing number you provided.”

the corner of naoya’s lip perked slightly seeing the amount of money gojo was willing to cough up to find you. naoya’s shaggy black tipped—blonde hair partially obscured his view of the blind folded man in front of him, but he could still see how unhappy gojo was to be there with him. although satoru would never admit it, he felt quite embarrassed for not being able to find getou’s domain. it should have been an easy feat, but it seems getou had gotten better at his craft.

gojo searched all of tokyo from top to bottom in search of an entryway to the realm that kept you hostage, with no luck. the world's strongest sorcerer had been outwitted, resulting in gojo having to call in a favor from someone he could never respect. naoya zenin. potential heir to the zenin clan. the man was more confident than even satoru gojo himself. that fact only irked gojo more, but naoya was his last resort in his efforts to find you.

gojo leaned forward with his palms clasped together in his lap, “this has to work zenin. there can be no fuck ups.” naoya took another sip from his glass, still lounging comfortably, “you worry too much satoru. i told you, just leave it all to me.”

-

while getou was busy securing the sorcerer’s the two of you rescued from being human sacrifices a new home, you were busy training with your scythe. the training room felt especially warm and humid, since you had been training for hours. it was the only thing that took your mind off of the recent events. with every thrash and swing of the long blade, you felt a small sense of relief.

you had just begun to come to terms with your feelings for suguru, when your once sure view of the world became clouded. your goal as a sorcerer was always to protect non-sorcerer’s, but what you witnessed at the temple made you question the entirety of your beliefs. had getou been right all along? would the world actually be a better place with the absence of non-sorcerer’s? you weren’t sure. you had never felt more conflicted.

you continued training, planting one foot and swinging the other up high in a hard kick, all while bringing the scythe over your head—slicing your Imaginary opponent. your chest rose and fell at a quick pace. your body felt completely worn from the rigorous session, when a clapping sound rang out from behind you. you turned to see getou leaning on the door frame with a smug look on his face, clapping his hands in amusement.

“well done. you’ve grown a lot during your time here.” he said pridefully. you swung the scythe around, letting the blade drag across the floor as you walked towards the man. “i took out a whole group of sorcerer-hating fanatics the other day, and you're only just now noticing that my form has improved?” you stood in front of him, matching his playful expression as you waited for a response.

getou hummed, quickly pulling you by the waist to close the distance between your bodies. you dropped your weapon in surprise, looking into his dark eyes—that were just inches away from your own in surprise. getou licked his lips before speaking, “i’ve always known your potential.” he drawled in a low tone. “your greatness has never gone unnoticed.”

you opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t summon the words. the man had rendered you speechless, no one had ever said such a thing to you. getou always had a talent of saying so much in very little words, but his eloquence had never struck you so hard before. you blinked up at the man as his fingers laced through your hair at the base of your skull, locking his lips to your own.

your cheeks flushed as his tongue prodded at your lips requesting entrance to your mouth, and you allowed it. your tongues danced across each other slowly. the two of you took your time in the moment, not wanting to rush anything. you gripped onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself, as you stood on the tips of your toes. getou hummed into your mouth and gripped onto your waist even harder. he leaned in, causing your back to arch backwards. you had no fear of falling—you trusted getou more than anyone. you knew that you were safe in his arms.

the man eventually pulled away reluctantly. you blinked up at him, feeling irritated that your kisses always seemed to get cut short. getou looked down on you with soft eyes, and continued to massage your scalp gently. “i have to go out tonight.” he whispered in a low tone.

you arched a brow, “and where might we be going?” the sorcerer faltered for a moment, “we aren’t going anywhere. it’s too dangerous for you. the last field trip we took was enough.” he looked down to the hand he had on your waist, “i do want you to continue getting stronger, but i also don’t want to put you in needlessly dangerous situations.”

you thought back to the last time getou left during the night. the night that mahito attacked you. a night that you would never forget. you cleared your throat, “where you go, i go. that’s my final decision.” you commanded. a smile formed on getou’s lips once more, “when did you start calling the shots around here?” you traced a hand from his shoulder up to his neck, cupping the side of his jaw, “since i made you cum.” you chirped in a sarcastic tone.

getou’s hand moved down to your ass, gripping it hard. his eyes darkened as he chuckled at your words, “you're going to need a new outfit for where we’re going.” it was your turn to look at him quizzically, “where are we going this time?” suguru leaned down to whisper into your ear, “out.”

by the time you made it back to getou’s bedroom—which you had taken over as your own, you noticed that the house spirits had left an outfit for you on the bed. the small black dress wasn’t what you were expecting when getou said you would be needing a new outfit, and your curiosity peaked when you noticed the handwritten note next to the dress.

you could recognize getou’s neat penmanship anywhere, his strokes were always long and precise. you couldn’t help but grin, reading his elegant handwriting.

“i hope that i know your body well enough by now to have guessed your size right.” you continued reading, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. he was insufferable, even on paper. “be ready in a hour.” you tried to figure out where the two of you might be going as you ran your fingers over where he signed off at the bottom of the page, “—yours, suguru.”

getou paced around the living room while waiting for you to appear from the master bedroom. the sorcerer couldn’t figure out why naoya suddenly wished to have a meeting with him, it had been quite a while since he had seen the zenin clan member. the two weren’t the closest of friends, but they definitely knew each other better than to call each other an acquaintance.

getou knew that naoya shared similar beliefs about non-sorcerer’s but that still didn’t justify calling a meeting. nonetheless, suguru had accepted. he figured he might as well hear zenin out, on whatever he wished to discuss.

getou stopped short at the sight of you exiting the bedroom. the man felt starstruck for a moment, having never seen you so done up before. it seemed he had guessed your size exactly right, because that little black dress was hugging every curve of your body perfectly. he couldn’t help but notice that you took the time to do your makeup and hair differently too, you looked so different. so good.

you clasped your hands behind your back, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinizing stare. the man didn’t utter a word which only made you feel even more self conscious, was it too much? you wondered. you thought maybe you should turn around and head back to the bathroom to try to tone down your look when getou finally spoke.

“you clean up nicely, doll.”

-

you had gotten so used to getou’s transportation technique that it turned into your preferred means of traveling. you could end up in your desired destination in an instant, though you weren’t sure what made getou desire to go to a crowded nightclub. when the two of you materialized into the loud and dark environment, your eyes went wide for a moment. suguru had never been the clubbing type, so as you allowed the man to pull you through the crowd, you wondered what the meaning of this trip was.

getou’s broad frame cut through the crowd like water, weaving in and out of the hoards of people with ease. you wanted to question him as to why you were here but the music was too loud, and he was moving too quick. you spotted a cocktail waitress in the crowd and snagged a drink off of her tray. you were moving so quick that she didn’t even notice.

you didn’t feel too guilty for stealing the drink because based on getou’s body language, you guessed whatever business the two of you had here was serious—and you needed something to take the edge off.

suguru’s quick pace came to a halt once the two of you reached the bottom of a dark staircase. finally turning to face you, getou looked at the drink in your hand with slight irritation, “where did you get that?” he asked. you were unfazed by his annoyance, because you were slightly annoyed yourself. the man hadn’t said a word since the two of you materialized here, and he still hadn’t bothered to tell you what your purpose here was.

you narrowed your eyes up at the man, “i’ll tell you where i got it when you tell me why we're here.” getou shifted on his feet, “we’re here to meet someone.” you blinked, waiting for him to continue. “naoya zenin.” your brows furrowed, in confusion, and getou waved a hand trying to dismiss whatever direction your thought pattern was going, because you knew naoya. not personally, but you knew he was a zenin clan member who caused a lot of trouble for the sorcerer’s at jujutsu tech in the past.

“before you say anything, i don’t know why he called this meeting, but i do want to hear him out. i want to know if he knows of the curse users we rescued from the temple the other day.” he paused for a moment. “i have them in a safe place with one of my men right now, but if he knows that i plan to create an army— we might have a problem.”

you simply nodded, letting his words sink in. you gripped onto his hand once more, allowing him to lead you up to the vip lounge. the space was milling with people, though it wasn’t as crowded as the club below. there were still cocktail waitresses carrying around platters of drinks, but you couldn’t help but notice that the women working in this lounge were much prettier than the ones working below.

suguru turned to face you once more, but you were hardly able to keep your eyes on him. you could see naoya lounging on one of the seats in the conversation pit—nursing a dark drink. you narrowed your eyes at the man over getou’s shoulder, your intuition told you that he was not to be trusted.

getou traced his large palm up and down the length of your arm in a comforting manner, bringing your attention back to him. the man looked almost concerned as he spoke, “look i’d like for you to keep your distance from naoya, be a doll and hang out at the bar for a bit so i can see you. yeah?” he didn’t wait for you to answer, he simply placed a heavy black card in your hand. “buy out the bar for all i care, just stay where i can see you.”

you looked down to the heavy credit card in your hand and back up to getou, “well i guess i do need a drink after spending so much time around you.” your tease finally made getou’s signature smirk reappear on his lips. “have fun. and remember-“ you waved the man off, turning to make your way to the bar, “yeah, yeah. stay where you can see me. i know.”

three lemon drops in and you couldn’t figure out what was taking so long. you leaned against the bar, not only watching how getou’s conversation was going, but you were also observing everyone in the lounge. you weren’t the only one loitering around the bar, in fact there were a number of people close enough that you could eavesdrop on their conversation even with the loud music playing. you had no ill intentions. you just found yourself feeling quite bored, and also a little tipsy.

the girls closest to you were betting on which man in the room had the most money. while a group of men all dressed in formal suits stood at the end of the bar. you thought that they kind of stood out. not because of their dress, no. everyone in the lounge was dressed in a similar manner, in regards to the formality of the outfits. these men stood out because they had been standing at the bar for the same length of time as you, but hadn’t ordered anything. your tipsy brain quickly dismissed the oddity, and you reverted your attention back to your drink.

getou was good to keep a keen eye on you, even while his conversation with naoya grew tense. getou’s black hair was tied back in its usual half up-half down style. a loose strand fell in front of his right eye, slightly obscuring his view of the man in front of him. he felt himself growing tired of the long winded conversation—about nothing that naoya was carrying.

suguru could hardly hear what the zenin man was rambling about, and gave into his agitation by cutting the man off in the middle of his sentence. “—what is the reason for this meeting, zenin.” naoya’s cheerful facade was replaced with a cold demeanor. the man squared off his shoulders, sitting up in his seat to speak to getou directly, “your new girlfriend is the reason suguru.” naoya deadpanned, as his eyes flashed over to you at the bar.

by that time, the group of girls had struck up a conversation with you over shots, that you weren’t paying attention to the two men across the room anymore. “what interest do you have in her?” getou questioned the blonde man, feeling the muscles in his jaw tighten.

zenin’s face softened a little, seeing the tense reaction he had gotten out of suguru,”it’s not me that’s interested. your old pal satoru wants her back.” getou tried to calm himself after hearing those infuriating words by taking a sip out of the rocks glass in front of him. “and why should i care about what gojo wants?” getou asked, sucking his teeth from the bitter drink.

naoya leaned forward then, “because. gojo is willing to go to war over her.” getou sat up in his chair, matching naoya’s body language, “war is already on the horizon.” after finishing his sentence, getou looked over to the bar in search of you. except neither you, nor the group of suited men were there anymore.

getou immediately felt panic and red hot anger shoot through his body. the man lurched forward, grabbing naoya by the neck and taking him to the floor in one swift motion. getou yelled at the man’s face while everyone in the room turned to watch the spectacle, “WHERE IS SHE!” suguru yelled, with exposed teeth.

naoya couldn’t speak with getou’s hand gripping his windpipe but the man smiled from beneath him anyways, knowing that he had successfully got over on him.

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abducted

chapter eleven

getou x reader

word count: 3k

tags: violence // language // smut

chapter ten

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a pair of rough hands shook you back into a hazy consciousness. you recognized the man leaning over you from the club, he was one of the men that you thought stood out in the crowd. he was barking some kinds of orders at you, but the loud ringing in your ears prevented you from hearing his words. you gripped your head, looking around at your surroundings. the last thing you remembered was drinking at the bar, when suddenly everything went black.

one of the men had knocked you unconscious. you gathered that you must’ve had a concussion, when you finally realized that you were in the back of a large suv—heading god knows where. you were still half way in a daze when the bald man hovering above you spoke again, “what’s so special about her?” he called to the man in the driver's seat. “she looks like every other bitch walking around on the street.”

the driver looked into the rear view mirror at the bald man, “i don’t know, and i don’t care. all i know is that naoya said she’s to be delivered unharmed.” the burly man looked down on you in contempt. even in your haze, you took notice of the large gun and knife situated on either side of his belt. you knew that it was a long shot, but you had to try to disarm him, by whatever means necessary.

“aw, you don’t think i look good baby?” you teased, responding to his remark. thoughts raced through your mind, you knew you needed to distract him to swipe one of the weapons off his belt but you didn’t know how. improvisation wasn’t your greatest skill.

you didn’t think before acting. you aggressively pulled the large man in for a passionate kiss before he could respond to your chide. he grunted in surprise, but didn’t pull away. men are so simple. you thought, while reaching down to swipe the knife from his belt. even with the knife in your grasp, you still didn’t know how you would get yourself out of this situation.

it was clear to you based on the speed that the vehicle was traveling, and the change in street lights—that you weren’t in the red light district anymore. you knew that you had to stop the car before it could reach whatever its destination was.

with a new sense of determination you gripped onto the knife tighter as the fool of a man tried to deepen the kiss by pushing his tongue into your mouth. you fought the urge to roll your eyes, the man seemed to really be enjoying himself despite practically calling you ugly not even a minute before.

not wanting to feel the burley man’s chest against yours any longer, you pulled your lips away from his. the man looked at you in surprise, but before he could speak you dug the knife deep into his windpipe. you smiled up at him, enjoying the show. and quite the show it was, his face contorted in desperation and fear while he choked on his own blood, unable to call for help.

you grunted in disgust, pushing his large body off yours. your job wasn’t done yet, you knew you still had to take out the driver who was still unaware of his accomplices death.

“everything okay back there?” the driver called out. his question was met with silence. you knew it was down to a matter of seconds before the driver would pull his gun. adrenaline pumped through your veins, as you climbed over the back seat as stealthily as possible.

you sucked in a tight breath, and halted your movements when you noticed that the driver had wheel stabilization and cruise control initiated on the dashboard. it seemed he had wisened up to what took place behind him. as soon as the realization settled upon you, the man sprung into action, quickly turning and lurching his whole body into the back seat.

the driver let out a loud grunt as he threw his body on top of yours. you shrieked when he pinned your hands above your head, causing the blade to slip from your grasp. the smell of iron from the other guard's fatal wound filled the vehicle while the two of you struggled in a fight for dominance.

you tried to calm yourself, despite the aching you felt all over your body from being manhandled. you knew that if you gave into your panic, the man would easily gain the upper hand in the fight. you forced your brain to think clear thoughts while the driver breathed hot breath into your face. you could tell by his ragged breaths that he didn’t have much stamina. he was wearing out quickly, you just needed one good hit on him to get him down for good.

you shimmied your leg between his thighs to the best of your ability, you didn’t have your hands to work with so you had to settle for the next best thing. your knee. you swung your leg up, kneeing your assaulter in the groin with all your strength. the man hissed in pain, instinctually reaching down to cup his injured balls.

you didn’t waste a moment once you got your opening. you sat up, and swung on the man landing hard jabs on his face and body. you were sure that it wouldn’t take much more to finish him off when you were taken by surprise. the driver wailed, “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” as he toppled over you once more. this time he gripped onto your neck instead of your wrists, choking you under his tight grip.

you were too powerless to fight back. your vision went splotchy from the lack of oxygen while white noise rang loudly in your ears. all of the fight was drained out of your body in almost an instant. the driver was yelling something at you again, but you couldn’t hear his words. nor did you care too.

you were almost ready to accept your fate, when the car slammed into something on the street. the impact was so hard that the man flew into the dashboard at the front end of the car. you had no clue if the man was dead or alive, you just felt grateful to be able to breathe again.

you sat up slowly, still choking and gripping onto your neck, when you saw the object that caused the large suv to crash. your eyes went wide in surprise. you were left staring at getou’s cursed dragon through the windshield of the vehicle, not paying any more attention to the unconscious driver’s body that was lodged into the dashboard.

the massive cursed dragon glared at you through the glass with glowing eyes, emitting steam from its nostrils. strangely enough, the sight of the foreboding creature brought you a sense of relief because you knew that getou wasn’t far behind.

as if on cue, the back door opened revealing a distraught getou. he stared at you for a moment, with a disturbed expression. you figured that you must’ve looked pretty scary, covered in the men’s blood. you watched him with a keen eye. neither of you moved until getou let out a tight breath releasing his anxious energy. seeing you alive and well brought him so much relief that he could cry.

after your incident with mahito, getou took it upon himself to attach his own cursed energy signature to your necklace just in case a day like this ever came. the two of you moved in unison, practically jumping into each other's arms. your chest collided with his, as he wrapped your body in his arms.

getou leaned back to examine your face, cupping your chin with his pointer finger and thumb—just how he always did. his eyes shifted across your features swiftly before he spoke, “your hurt.” he said in a low tone. you fought the urge to roll your eyes, getou was always good at speaking the obvious, “you should see the other guy.” you said playfully, your adrenaline hadn’t worn off just yet and you were feeling a bit goofy—not knowing how to process the events of the night.

the corner of suguru’s mouth quirked up, “oh i see them. it seems you didn’t need me to come rescue you at all.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “i think i might always need your rescuing.” he shook his head. “you doubt yourself too much, doll.” you simply hummed in response, feeling exhaustion begin to wash over you.

getou lifted your body up, allowing you to hook your legs around his waist, “let’s go home shall we.” he requested calmly. you arched a brow at the man, “but what about naoya? what are we going to do about him?” getou shrugged, naoya was the last thing on his mind. he simply wanted to get you home and heal your injuries. he would think about how he would retaliate against zenin at a later date.

“another fight, for another day.” he said simply

by the time getou teleported the two of you back home, you felt the exhaustion begin to take over you. you couldn’t even stay awake while he silently healed your wounds with his reverse curse technique.

once your body was free from any cuts or bruises, suguru carried your sleeping form to the bedroom. still not uttering a word—afraid that he would disturb you. getou tucked you into the sheets as gently as possible. with a solemn expression the man leaned down from his towering position above you and placed a kiss on your forehead before exiting the room.

it was an excruciatingly long night for the sorcerer. getou sat in the library for the better part of the night, nursing a short glass of whiskey. the man couldn’t get his mind to stop racing. plans for the future, guilt, and anxiousness clouded his senses. not only had you got hurt again, but another name had been added to the list of getou’s ever growing enemies.

if the man was to be honest with himself, he would admit that what he should be worried about was not what he was actually worried about. he should be making plans, communicating with his men, and moving forward with his plans to take out gojo and exterminate all non-sorcerer’s—but all of those thoughts were placed on the back burner of getou’s mind.

the core of his thoughts surrounded you. your well-being. your happiness. and your future together—with him.

he didn’t sleep a wink that night, having only retired to your shared bedroom when the sun began to rise. the feeling of weight shifting on the mattress woke you gently, and you greeted the man with a half smile. you were still tired, but not near what you would’ve been if getou hadn’t healed you the night before. for that, you were grateful.

your heart felt warm seeing suguru’s dark eyes stare into yours. in all honesty, no words had to be shared—sometimes you felt as if the two of you shared a telepathic connection. like you could feel what he was thinking.

getou hummed endearingly, pulling you closer to his large frame in the wide bed. you instinctively nuzzled your face into his neck and spoke into his skin, “good morning.” you whispered.

“yes, it is a good morning indeed.” he teased, smiling into your hair while reaching down to massage his fingertips into your ass.

“how are you this morning?” he questioned, still feeling worried about how you healed. you reached up to run your fingers through his hair, “much better now that you're finally in the bed with me.”

“and how do you know that i wasn’t here the whole night?” he asked through a soft laugh. you spoke in a sleep filled voice, “i can feel your presence, conscious or not.” getou quirked a brow, not knowing whether you were joking or not, but he didn't question you any further.

you clenched your thighs together beneath the blanket. remembering all of getou’s actions from the night before, elicited a primal response in your body. your grip on his black locks tightened, and you felt needier than you ever had before.

at that moment, close wasn't close enough for you. you felt an undying urge to be joined with the man lying next to you—not only physically but spiritually too. you kissed the soft skin on his neck, feeling his muscles tighten just below the surface.

so i’m not the only one that’s needy. you thought.

suguru’s palms gripped onto your ass tighter then, pushing your pussy against the cock that was growing hard beneath his pants. you smiled into his neck, hearing him groan at the feeling. you bucked your hips against him to tease him even more. knowing what you were doing, getou leaned backwards looking you square in the eyes with a fiery intensity.

“don’t start something you can’t finish, doll.” he warned. you gave the man a sly grin, “oh—don’t worry. i plan on finishing.” in eagerness, you didn’t allow getou the chance to respond. you immediately locked your lips onto his, and invaded his mouth with your tongue.

you could feel getou smiling into your lips as your tongues danced across each other with no grace or rhythm. getou was just as hungry for you, as you were for him. the man wasted little time in removing your shirt and immediately moved to play with your breasts.

you couldn’t help but buck against his cock once more, feeling his deft fingers play with your nipples in the way only his fingers could. getou reached one hand up to support your head, while taking in the lovely smell of your hair. he kissed you sweetly, from your earlobe down to your chest, all while still playing with your tits with his free hand—giving them each equal attention.

your breath grew ragged from all the sensations. your chest rose and fell deeply while suguru sucked on your breasts. his tongue swirled around your nipple with long languid strokes.

you whined, wanting nothing more than for your throbbing clit to receive the same amount of attention as your breasts.

getou seemingly being on the same wavelength as you, automatically reached down with the hand that was supporting your head to remove your panties. you wiggled your hips to assist him, and bit your lip when his hand tapped your hip signaling you to spread your thighs.

you immediately obliged, and threw your head back when the pads of his fingers touched your clit. you hadn’t realized just how deprived you were from his touch until you felt how your body responded to it. your whole body radiated heat, and you were fearful that you might cum too quickly from the feeling of his mouth lavishing your tits and his fingers working swift motions on your clit.

you clenched your eyes shut and gripped onto getou’s shoulder as you spoke, “please. ‘wanna cum on your cock.” getou knew you must’ve been close. just seeing you so flustered made him want to tease you even more, but even he was close to cuming just by watching your writhe under his touch.

getou pushed you onto your back, and hovered over your body from between your legs. his dark hair framed his face as he looked down at your naked body with his signature grin.

he reached down with two fingers to scoop up some of the wetness that was dripping out of your cunt and smeared it all over his hard cock. you bit back another moan at the erotic sight.

getou gripped onto the back of your knees and aggressively pulled your body across the bed closer to him. you stared up at him with your arms positioned above your head, eagerly waiting for him to move. the man’s smile grew wider, “you look so fucking pretty like this.” he shook his head, still in disbelief that he was able to experience you in such a way on a regular basis.

you moaned deeply, when suguru slowly pressed into your entrance. you were so ready for him that your cunt practically sucked him in. his head fell backwards for a moment, at the feeling of your plush walls gripping onto his cock.

“fuck it.” he mumbled, before gripping onto your hips and dug his cock deeper into you. your back arched off the bed, and you screamed out in pleasure. getou thrust into you repeatedly, hitting your g-spot at just the right angle. you couldn’t help it, heat pooled in the bottom of your stomach and your walls began to flutter around his cock with vigor as you came around him.

suguru moved quicker now, “fuck! so fucking good baby. your so fucking good.” he groaned as he removed one hand from your hip to work circles on your clit while his cock was still pounding you with speed. tears formed in your eyes from overstimulation, you were in a state of euphoria.

getou wasn’t far behind, his thrusts grew more ragged while you felt another orgasm coming. suguru encouraged you even more, “one more doll, ‘want that pretty pussy to cum all over my cock. just one more time.” his words alone were enough to send you over the edge for a second time. the two of you came in unison, getou leaned down to cup your face in his hands wanting to watch how your face contorted in pleasure.

wrapped in eachother’s warmth, getou wiped the tears from your face and finally allowed himself to fall into a blissful slumber knowing that you were safe and happy in his arms.

i’ve started writing another getou fic alongside abducted but i’m not sure if it’s even gonna be publishable

i shall keep y’all informed

abducted

chapter twelve

getou x reader

chapter eleven

wc: 2k

a/n: this is a plot heavy chapter yes i know we hate plot heavy chapters BUT IT MUST BE DONE

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“non-sorcerer’s can only exist in three states of being.” getou explained from his spot next to you in the bed. “consumption, creation, and idleness.” he raised three fingers to represent each state of being. “though consumption is the most common, being that your average non-sorcerer spends most of their day consuming content that someone else created. there is still the possibility of creation and idleness.” he pointed to the middle finger, “idleness is usually only reached when one is meditating or sleeping.”

you continued to listen intently as he lowered his hand, using it to pull your body closer to his. “—but sorcerer’s have the ability to tap into a fourth state of being.” you perked up, having never heard of such a thing. in all your years of sorcery education you have never heard of a fourth state of being.

he continued to elaborate, “sorcerer’s have the ability to tap into the void state. this is not to be confused with idleness. existing in a state of void allows for a curse user to tap into an innate source of power that cannot be obtained otherwise.”

you nodded your head slightly starting to understand where this speech was leading, “so this is why you think non-sorcerer’s are subhuman? because they can’t tap into the void state?” getou chuckled, “well it’s one of many reasons, yes.”

you turned over in the bed, having grown tired of the conversation. noticing your frustration, getou placed a light hand on your hip and spoke softly into your ear. “want breakfast?” you silently nodded your head in response. his hand moved to give your ass a final squeeze before he crawled out of the bed. “so pouty.” he said before exiting the room.

your so-called pouty demeanor stimed from your ever conflicted mind. you were still having a hard time coming to terms with the recent events. so much had happened in so little time, and every moment spent with suguru challenged your former beliefs of the jujutsu world.

your irritation seemed to melt away after a hearty breakfast. over the course of your stay in what now seemed to be equally your home as it was getou’s; you took notice of how mornings were suguru’s favorite time of day.

the house spirits took care of everything around the house, except cooking. the act of creating a meal from scratch that could nourish the body was always a calming practice for the experienced sorcerer. your presence being added to his typically lonesome mornings, gave him even more reason to put extra effort into whatever he was preparing for you.

after watching you clear your plate clean, the man smiled at you as he leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed comfortably at his chest. he wondered if every morning could be similar to this one.

you were wiping the crumbs away from your lips when you took notice of suguru staring from across the kitchen, “what?”

getou pushed off of the counter and smiled as he walked towards you. “nothing. nothing at all.” he chuckled. it amazed him how you were so blind at how much he enjoyed your presence; how much he loved it in fact.

your body almost melted into the barstool when getou moved behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, and spoke into your ear. it didn’t matter how often his fingers touched your body, or how frequently you heard his voice speaking softly into your ear, it was a sensation that you were sure you could never get used to.

“‘wanna go get dressed, doll? we have a long day ahead of us.” you turned to face him, “and what am i getting dressed for? another one of your field trips?” getou hummed into your hair and gripped onto your waist tighter, “we both know i love a good field trip. that’s why i’m taking you to see our little soldiers. i want to see how much progress they’ve made since we got them out of that temple.”

you almost felt guilty for a moment, with your recent run in with naoya zenin you had forgotten about the sorcerer’s the two of you liberated from the cultist ritual. after they were sent to be trained with getou’s men, all thoughts of the group were put on the back burner of your mind.

you shuffled out of the chair and getou’s grasp, to go ready yourself for the day, but before exiting the kitchen you turned to face the raven haired man, “you know i was planning on spending another day with you in bed, but i guess i’ll let you take me on one of your little excursions.” you said teasingly.

you were halfway down the hall when you heard a deep voice call out from the kitchen, “don’t tease me! you know i’ll make you pay for it later!”

i’m counting on it. you thought.

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an underground complex beneath the streets of tokyo was not what you were expecting to see when getou said you would be going to check on his potential army of sorcerer’s. it took your eyes a moment to adjust to the dark surroundings of the concrete complex where the two of you teleported.

getou acknowledged your confusion, “it’s safer for them here. an underground facility like this can keep out any potential intruders.” you nodded at his explanation, and let him guide you down the dark hallway.

the two of you followed the dim blue lights that lined the concrete walls that eventually led to a large door. getou typed a short number sequence into the pin pad attached to a panel on the door, causing it to slide open quickly with a hydronic hiss.

the cold silence of the hallway was quickly washed away when you laid eyes on the scene playing out past the entryway. the door led the two of you into what looked like a huge communal living space. a large square in the middle of the dome-like space was being occupied by many people participating in various activities. some were sparring, while others looked to be sharing food and chatting.

you gripped onto getou’s hand when you realized that you recognized who the people were, they were the sorcerers that you saved. it took you so long to realize this fact because all of the people looked much different from when you had first met them—they looked happy and healthy, no longer scared and frail.

getou turned to face you, noticing your awed expression, “they all are doing much better now. all thanks to you.” his words snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to face him with wide eyes, “thanks to me?” you questioned. “yes, it was you who sprang into action that day. it was you who decided to save them.”

before you had the chance to respond, an unfamiliar face broke free from the crowd and approached the two of you quickly. you eyed the unusual looking man as he approached. he was a tall man with a long black stripe covering the bridge of his nose and both cheeks and two spiky buns in his hair. he wasn’t the most conventional looking person, but he carried a warm aura around him.

getou smiled at the man, and let the stranger pull him in for a hug. you arched a brow at this, having known that getou was never much of a hugger. even with his closest friends. “how are you doing choso?” getou asked. “i’m doing just fine brother, and so are the rest of the family.” he said, motioning to the room of people.

this guy’s really family oriented. you thought.

getou hummed, “good. good.” getou then turned to you, “choso, i’d like for you to meet my—“ silence filled the air as getou wondered how you should be introduced. we’re you his girlfriend? his captive? his partner? he didn’t know.

you took initiative by cutting getou off and reaching out to shake choso’s hand and introduced yourself, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the previous awkward silence.

choso looked at you with an admirative smile, “so you’re the one who’s responsible for these people being able to live another day.” you blushed, having guessed that getou relayed the story to choso. “guess so.” you laughed uncomfortably.

it was getou’s turn to but in for you and redirect the conversation, “that’s why we’re here choso. we need to discuss just how ready this lot is for war.” choso’s expression turned soloum.

“so we have a war on the horizon.” he turned and motioned for the two of you to follow. “we’ll need to talk more in my private quarters. follow me.”

getou and yourself were led into another room lined with concrete, except this one was smaller and clearly set up to be an office space. choso sat behind his desk and invited the two of you to take a seat. choso leaned forward and laced his fingers together on top of the desk, “so, how much time do we have?”

getou’s brows furrowed in thought, “there’s no way to be sure, but we know that gojo is working with naoya zenin. naoya’s only in it for the money, but this is personal for gojo.” getou turned to face you, wondering if this was a good idea letting you in on this conversation. neither one of you talked about it, but you both knew your feelings for gojo were still convoluted.

choso grumbled, “they aren’t ready yet. some of them are younger than the others and still aren’t even up to a grade four. i need more time to train them. if they go into battle now, they would be as good as dead.” he said frankly. you shifted uncomfortably in your seat at the thought of all those people happily eating, talking, and sparring being led to their deaths.

getou sighed, “well, in that case we’ll have to expedite the process. we’ll help you train them.” your neck shot to the side to meet getou’s eyes and quickly cut him off, “we will? and when did you plan on discussing this with me? i don’t even know if i want to be involved in this so-called war, much less train an army of sorcerer’s.” your voice came out smooth and even, but the men could see the icy glare in your eyes.

choso cleared his throat awkwardly, “i will let you two have some privacy. i’m needed in the training square anyways.” he said, quickly ushering himself out of the office, leaving you and getou alone. when the door clicked shut you let out a huff and stood. you couldn’t help but pace about the room, confusion and irritation took over your train of thought.

getou finally broke the silence after deciding that he couldn’t bare to see you make another lap around the office, “i’m sorry.” he said lowly. you stopped in your tracks. “what?”

getou stood from the chair and made his way towards you. he placed his hands gently on your waist, hoping that it would ease the anxious tension in your body. he peered down at you for a moment with caring eyes, “i said im sorry.” you let out another tight breath at his words, feeling the knot in your chest release. it never did take much for you to forgive suguru, you would probably never lose the soft spot that you had for him. no matter what the circumstances were.

he continued, “i shouldn’t have volunteered for the both of us before talking to you first. it’s just that we’re always on one accord with each other. i just assumed that you would be okay with it; i assumed wrongly, and for that i am wrong.”

you pressed your forehead to his chest, letting him embrace you fully. “i’m just still so confused about all of this.” you spoke with a muffled voice into getou’s shirt. he placed a kiss into your hair, “i know doll, i’m sorry. i’ll try my best not to place any more emotional burdens on you. i promise.”

his hands left your waist, to cup your face in his palms. “i love you too much to be the main cause of your stress.” his words rendered you completely speechless.

love?

your brain seemed to lose all processing power and you had no time to try to think his words over, before his lips connected to your own initiating a kiss that felt like exactly that. love.

thinking about getou calling me his pretty doll & playing with my hair until i fall asleep

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MY BABY <3

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