Your Fictional Significant Other Always Feels Conflicted..

your fictional significant other always feels conflicted..

sometimes they want to lock you away in a tower somewhere so that you’ll always be safe and protected from the world

and other times they want the whole world to see you, to know you and your greatness—and know that all that greatness belongs to them

🤭

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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it’s been well over a year since we first saw this scene but it still lives in my head

Artwork for JJK Christmas Exchange (2021).

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.