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abducted

chapter three

getou x reader

chapter two

word count: 2.2k

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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.

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 >;-)

tw: my terrible art

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

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.

this isn’t a headcannon- it’s a fact that getou’s cock is 7.5 inches with a slight upward curve

it’s true akutami told me so

getou loves giving forehead kisses

yes i use the chai app

LET ME BE HAPPY AND DELUSIONAL IN PEACE OK

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.”

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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.

this is as far as i got with the getou sketch i’ve been feeling such a creative block lately especially with writing >;-/

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.

—

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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i need to hold my sweet getou he did nothing wrong

he’s just a sweet innocent soul who occasionally murders ppl leave him alone!!!

in the mood to write stalker getou

>;-)

bruh i just realized i never added a read more line i feel like such a asshole

the priest of styria

chapter one

vampire/priest getou x reader

wc: 2k

tags: talks of death and female arousal // not beta read or edited

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you caught news that there was to be a priest in town to take over at the cathedral after father issac’s untimely death. you had yet to see the man, but if he was anything like father issac, you figured his sermons would probably be quite boring and drawn out. apparently the new priest that is taking over the reigns is from a faraway place. a place that no one had heard of.

your ladies maid discussed the matter with you while brushing your hair behind you in the mirror. ophelia smiled while admiring the intricate braid that she was weaving into your hair, listening to your incessant questions.

“oh please! ophelia it’s been ages since something interesting happened around here. you must tell me what you’ve heard! there’s no need to act coy with me. how long have we known each other again?”

ophelia let out a sigh for dramatic effect and met your eyes in the mirror, “since we were in diapers my lady, but you must hear me now, when i say that i know as much as you! the man is a mystery to us all.”

you couldn’t help but pester your old friend, it was true what you said. father issac’s death stirred up all of styria, and with the news of the replacement priest arriving soon after the fact, brought pandemonium to the town.

“it’s unheard of really, how is it possible for not a single soul to know what the man looks like, or where he hailed from?”

ophelia shrugged her shoulders.

you rolled your eyes at her in the mirror, “well let’s hope that his sermon’s are more lively than poor old father issac’s.” you said with a chuckle. ophelia pinched your shoulder and you shrieked in faux pain. “you mustn’t be so crass my lady.” she said, trying to conceal her own laughter.

“you are a nasty little spinster, ophelia!” you yelled while trying to pinch her back. she swiftly swatted your hand away and grabbed onto your shoulders to still your movements and continued to work on your hair. “you’re one to talk my lady, are you not almost a spinster yourself?”

you gasped sarcastically, “how cruel of you ophelia! how could i be blamed for the lack of options offered to me? it is not my fault that no one in this village is worth a damn. besides, they’re all just interested in the fortune mother and father left to me in the will; i’d rather be a wise old spinster than a young wedded idiot.”

“you have such a way with words.” ophelia jutted, while putting the finishing touches on your hair.

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it was considered most improper for a lady of your stature to be out running errands with your ladies maid but the judgemental stares from the town’s folk stopped weighing on you not long after your mother and father’s passing. ophelia and yourself strolled comfortably through the cobblestone streets after spending a good portion of the day collecting various meats and breads from street vendors. the two of you needed to stock up on as much as possible to prepare for the cold weather that was surely on its way to styria.

styria experienced year-round melancholy weather, though you wouldn’t describe it as such. the grey sky’s and chilly winds were all you knew. you hadn’t experienced many sunny days, so the lack thereof did not take a toll on your emotional state. the same could not be said for the rare tourists that came to town, they would often experience large bouts of depressive episodes before finally deciding to leave and never come back.

you wondered how the new priest would take to the dismal climate. maybe he would be like the rare tourists and run away as fast as he could to get away from this sad little town. you shrugged the thought off, figuring that it didn’t matter much. you weren’t much on religion anyways, you only attended sunday service to keep a somewhat decent reputation.

“make haste!” ophelia yelled as she picked up her pace on the cobblestone street. your maid pointed to the dark clouds forming above the roofs, “a storm’s rolling in! we need to make it back before all this gets ruined!” she lifted the bags full of food in an upwards motion and began to run as the rain started to come down. you did your best to pull up your skirts to keep from ruining your hem, while also keeping the bags gripped tightly between your palms.

the two of you screamed when the rain began to pour, by the time you arrived back to the estate the two of you were sure to be a pitiful sight. ophelia helped you out of your wet shoes in the foyer, before removing her own and moved to the sitting room to start a fire. you let out a sigh when you saw the weather growing much more volatile outside the window.

the branches on all the trees lurched back and forth angerly in the wind, while lightning and thunder boomed across the sky. you felt wholly grateful to have made it safely indoors when you did. you moved into the sitting room when ophelia had successfully created a large crackling fire inside the hearth.

the two of you sat in silence, letting the warmth of the fire dry your damp clothes. it was important to dry yourselves in the sitting room, to not drag mud and water throughout the whole house.

you perched yourself on a chaise lounge near one of the large windows and removed your shoes. ophelia did the same, except she sat much closer to the fire, you gathered that she was on the verge of catching a chill which would explain her close proximity to the fire but you didn’t want to break the peaceful silence to ask her why she felt the need to practically dip her toes into the red hot flames. instead you turned your head back to the window to watch the erratic weather.

the calming warmth from the hearth, and the sound of rain hitting the window quickly lulled you to sleep. you weren’t sure how long you were out when you were awoken by an unpleasant noise out beyond your window. you heard what sounded like one hundred horses galloping on the road leading into town just past the trees lining your estate.

you would have thought the sound to be thunder, if the rain had not already ceased. your brows furrowed as you leaned closer to the window hoping to get a better look beyond the trees. the moon had risen during your slumber and you found it completely impossible to see beyond the greenery.

“who on earth would be traveling at this hour?” ophelia said from behind you. having not realized she was there, your shoulders jumped slightly in surprise at the sound of her voice. “and what is the hour?” you grumbled rubbing your puffy eyes.

“a quarter past midnight my lady, we best be getting you into bed now. for a proper rest.”

you nodded your head, allowing your friend to guide you by candlelight back to your bedchamber. sleep was hard to come by that night; you weren’t sure if it was due to your late evening nap or if it was the fact that your mind was plagued with wandering thoughts as to who was charging into town at such a late hour.

images of the large black horses stomping angrily through the mud carrying a gothic carriage filled your mind. you weren’t sure why the sight filled you with such terror, but also curiosity. It had to be someone wealthy, a common person could not afford to travel in such style.

could it be the new priest? you wondered. you blinked up at the canopy above your bed, no. you shook away the thought. what messenger of God would travel with such a lack of humility?

you decided it must’ve been a passerby, traveling to the capital perhaps. with your thoughts finally settled, you allowed for your mind to rest.

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the stranger inside of the carriage found himself growing weary of the long ride. he sighed, pulling aside the velvet shades covering the window. his pupils dilated at the sight of the bright moon. it was full. many night creatures would be feeling the effects of the full moon. including himself.

he licked his lips, finally taking notice of just how insatiable his hunger truly was—-a hunger that even the finest of meals could not satisfy. the man idly rolled the black rosary through his fingers, remembering the role he would be playing in his new home. it would be much too suspicious if people began to drop dead the same night that the new practitioner of God arrives in town.

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the days passed quickly leading up to sunday. you found yourself sitting in front of your vanity as you usually did on sundays, once again allowing ophelia to work her magic on readying you for the day. it was no easy feat on her part, you were sure. she chose to dress you in a simple white dress, conservative enough to attend the service. it covered the important things, while hugging your curves in the right places.

ophelia was busying herself with fixing the lining of your dress when the horseman arrived with the carriage your family passed down to you in tow. the ride to the church was pleasant enough. you found yourself enjoying the silence between you and your maid, and nodding when she commented on how dreary the weather was.

when entering the church the two of you exchanged pleasantries and smiles at the other townsfolk while moving to take your seats. the two of you sat in the front row of the old gothic church and waited for the service to begin.

“i’ll bet you four shillings that this priest, is an old goose just like father issac.” ophelia quipped into your ear. before you could chuckle at her heinous comment, the congregation began to rise at the entrance of the new leader of the church.

the energy in the room grew heavy with each step he took. a sea of darkness followed his tall lean frame. the man rounded the podium and swiftly cracked open his bible, not once looking up to face the crowd. it was as if he couldn’t be bothered with gazing upon the boring faces of the congregation.

you couldn’t blame him much, if you had features such as his you’d probably be just as uninterested as he. his sharp eyes eventually rose from the religious text that he was reading allowed to scan the crowd. your spine straightened anticipating his gaze.

your heart screamed for him to look your way, as a thin stand of raven hair fell across his face. your chest deflated when his eyes moved back down to the text, while pushing the strand away from his eyes. you pressed your thighs together, and determined yourself to pay close attention to the program pamphlet resting in your lap. anything to take your mind off of the man at the altar.

getou could sense your frustration, and was internally amused at how you hadn’t changed a bit—no matter how many lifetimes had passed since the last time he laid eyes on you. you were no immortal being like him. he could not blame you for not remembering him, and the love the two of you shared—but it didn’t stop the knot that formed in his cold dead chest.

the man had spent centuries searching for you, in your past life you promised him that you would meet again. getou spent the first hundred years following your untimely death by burning down and sucking the blood out of a handful of kingdoms. the next few hundred years his anger became a dull blade prodding his chest, and it allowed him to exist in society in whatever way he could to bide his time.

many years had passed. empires rose and fell, all while getou seeked to avenge your death and hoped for your reincarnation. oceans of time had passed and finally, you were all his.

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