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abducted
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getou x reader
slight gojo x reader
spoiler free but would probably be more understandable for manga readers
tags: canonverse // canon typical violence // somnophilia // masterbation
wordcount: 3.6k
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your eyes glazed over, thinking back on those hot summer days. life was so simple then. gojo, getou, and yourself were like the three musketeers, always at each other's side. the days were filled with sunshine and laughter, you could still remember the sight of getou and gojo roughhousing out in the shallow waves, and the smile it always brought to your face.
your eyes glazed over, thinking back on those hot summer days. life was so simple then. gojo, getou, and yourself were like the three musketeers, always at each other's side. the days were filled with sunshine and laughter, you could still remember the sight of getou and gojo roughhousing out in the shallow waves, and the smile it always brought to your face.
where did all the time go? you thought. it had been years since you last saw getou. years since your best friend broke your heart. you blamed yourself for a while, thinking that it was your fault for never noticing that something was wrong with him. you were his best friend, you should have been more observant of him, but how could you? he closed himself off from the world.
just before getou’s desertion, you and gojo began to push past the barriers of your friendship. you couldn’t help it, gojo was so charismatic and you grew tired of waiting for getou to make any kind of move. you knew that you loved getou very soon after meeting him, but you were always too fearful to admit your true feelings for him. you never wanted to lose his friendship, which would inevitably happen anyway.
you chuckled to yourself at the irony of it all. you never admitted your true feelings to the man you loved most, and he ended up turning into a mass non-sorcerer killer. you couldn’t grasp the fact that getou wasn’t on your side anymore for quite a long time, you always held getou in such high regard, you would never forget the day that gojo came home to break the news as to what getou had become. gojo looked down at you somberly, while you banged your fists on his chest screaming and questioning him about why he didn’t force getou to come home.
the gaping hole in your heart where your love for getou used to reside, began to heal slowly over time and gojo did help expedite that process somewhat, but you knew that you would probably never fully recover from the loss. you still frequented the beach that you now hated, the once joyous memories of this place now stored in the millions of grains of sand beneath your feet.
you sighed, deciding it was time to go. gojo was probably wondering where you were, you never told him of your recurring expeditions to this place. he wouldn’t understand your reasons for coming here. you figured it would be pointless to tell him, it would only cause your boyfriend to worry about you needlessly.
the sound of seagulls squawking and flapping their wings from above filled your ears, while an imposing figure strode towards you from behind. you turned to take your leave, immediately stopping in your tracks. the person who towered above you looked so familiar, yet so foreign. getou smiled down at you, you could see the glint of trickery in his eyes.
you took a sharp breath in, taking a step backwards to try to gain some distance from the man. your name slithered past his lips with ease, your ears twitched at the sound of his voice. the bass in his voice was the exact same as you had remembered it, and his demeanor was still as calm as ever.
getou’s smile settled into a subtitle grin, “you seem surprised.” your mind was having trouble processing the fact that getou was here, standing in front of you, “ it’s been years..” you trailed off.
the man hummed at your response, “so it has. you see, i'm here because i need your help.”
your brow furrowed, what could getou possibly need your help with? the two of you were on opposing sides when it came to the topic of sorcerers and non-sorcerers. you knew that his plan was to exterminate all non-sorcerer’s, and it was your sworn duty to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. you tried to think of a way to navigate this situation, you knew that you were not a match for getou when it came to using jujutsu, his cursed energy was much more powerful than your own.
“i don’t think there’s anything i can help you with.” you tried to side step the man in a feeble attempt to escape. getou’s hand shot out, gripping your forearm firmly. you tried to shake out of his grip with no luck, “let me go getou. i don’t want to fight you.”
a small chuckle escaped his lips once more, “if i came here in search of a fight you would’ve been dead already.” you stared into the man’s amber eyes, trying to figure out what his motive was, “gojo will be looking for me soon, i’m already late.” getou’s grip tightened on your arm, as the playful expression melted off of his face, “so the two of you really ended up together.” his gaze moved to the ground as if deep in thought. a beat passed. getou’s gaze finally return to yours, “that’s cute.” the sly grin returned to getou’s face as he lifted your chin with one finger. you attempted to pull free from his grip again, with no success.
“satoru can look for you all he wants, he won’t be finding us anytime soon.” your eyes went wide at getou’s words. a piece of his black hair slipped out of his top knot framing his face as he looked down on you with a smug expression. “what do you mean he won’t be finding us?” you questioned angrily.
“you’ll find out soon enough.” getou’s finger left your chin, lifting his palm face up to the sky allowing black a void of cursed energy to flow out of the skin.
“no!” you yelled into the vastness of the void as your consciousness left you.
you woke with a start, your chest heaved heavily as you took in your surroundings. sitting up in the large bed, you tried to calm yourself, breathing in the humid air. the sliding door next to the bed was wide open, giving you a view of the mossy ground that led into the forest. you had no clue how long you were out, but you gathered that either you were in a domain created by getou, or he brought you into a secret realm. you couldn’t tell which. the traditional style of the home almost fooled you into believing that you were somewhere deep in the countryside, but you could feel the cursed energy floating through the air, dancing across your skin.
once your initial panic subsided, you placed your feet on the cool wooden floor. the sensation of your feet touching solid ground helped you root yourself back into reality, you knew that if you were going to escape from this place you would need to get your mind right.
hope bloomed in your chest when your mind wandered to gojo, he would definitely know something was wrong by now, and you knew that your boyfriend would stop at nothing to find you. you clung to that seed of hope in an attempt to cultivate some bravery. you knew it was just a matter of time before getou appeared before you, and you still didn’t know what he wanted with you.
getou’s presence had always seemed to be all encompassing, but that fact seemed even more prevalent now. getou seemed to carry an aura of heavy black smoke with him now, the moment you locked eyes with him on the beach after all those years, you felt as if you were being pulled into a black hole even before you were sucked into the void of blackness that he created. the air about him was intoxicating. his potent energy was dark, yet so familiar.
you shook your head, clearing your thoughts as you stood. you took notice of your outfit change, you were wearing a simple robe that tied at the waist, and cut off at the knee. a chill ran up your spine, wondering if it was getou that got you out of your original clothes. no. you thought. no matter how evil getou was, you knew he would never violate you like that. or so you hoped.
you pressed a short breath out of your chest, readying yourself for what you might encounter as you took a step forward through the sliding door and out into the open air of the forest. you wiggled your toes in the damp moss, taking comfort in its plush feeling. you trekked forward through the wooded area, figuring you might as well explore the world that you were currently imprisoned in.
you didn’t know what had come over you but you became obsessed with exploring the forest, you had never been in such a magical place. the smell of oak and bamboo filled the air as you entered a clearing in the trees where an abundance of lavender plants grew. your eyes doubled in size at the beautiful sight. the intoxicating fragrance of the plants pulled you forward into the middle of the clearing, as the sun wrapped your body in a warm embrace. you closed your eyes letting yourself take in the sun's rays. the wind blew through your hair causing the tall plants to sway across your knees.
your moment of peace was cut short, your eyes shot open at the erie screeching sound behind you. you quickly turned on your heels, coming face to face with a large cursed spirit hovering about 5 yards away from you. you had no time to question how a cursed spirit even wandered into this realm, as the blob shaped spirit bared its teeth at you as it flew in your direction. you felt your own cursed energy begin to rise beneath your skin. you directed all of the warm energy to your palms, throwing blasts of cursed energy at the moving figure.
the creature was not phased when your blasts connected to its skin, still barrelling towards you. every blast you sent in its direction seemed to ricochet straight off of the skin. you planted your feet readying yourself for hand to hand combat, swinging at the spirit with all your might. the creature's skin was like jello, it pulled your fist deep into its gooey body, trapping your arm in place. you let out a guttural scream when the spirit’s mouth latched onto your neck, digging it’s teeth deep into the flesh. your vision went blotchy as you tried your hardest to free yourself, with no success. panic began to set in, you knew you were close to losing consciousness.
getou had just returned to what he called his vacation realm when he realized you weren’t in the bed where he left you. after getting his pet spirit’s to redress you and place you in the bed to sleep, he returned to the real world to conduct an important meeting with like-minded sorcerers. the man felt his irritation grow staring at the empty bed, he decided to head out into the forest in search of you.
in getou’s opinion no one knew you better than him, and if he had to guess, you would probably be in the lavender field that was in walking distance of the house. after all, he made that addition to this world just for you. it may have been years since he last saw you, but he didn’t forget what your favorite fragrance was. back in your younger years you would place lavender essential oil on your pulse points every morning, never knowing how the scent wafting off your skin always drove getou crazy.
getou stopped in his tracks at the clearing in the forest, seeing how your body went limp in the restraints of a cursed spirit. the man shook himself out of his daze, quickly sprinting forward through the field of lavender. getou quickly called forth his cursed spirit manipulation technique, black energy shot out of his hand quickly capturing the spirit before it even knew what hit it. the black energy soaked up the spirit causing it to vanish instantly.
you were caught off balance when the creature disappeared, finally being freed from its hold. you were barely aware of what was going on, it all happened so quick. your mind was a blur when getou made it to you just before your body hit the ground. the man’s large arms wrapped around your body as he fell beneath you, breaking your fall. blood spilled from the gash in your neck, covering getou’s hands.
getou had never felt fear like this before, he may have abducted you, but he never intended for any real harm to come to you. getou’s hair came loose from his top knot, getting in the way of his vision. the man pushed his hair from his eyes, inadvertently spreading your blood across his face in the process. your body went completely limp in getou’s arms as you lost consciousness from the loss of blood. getou shifted your body in his arms as he tried to call forth his reverse curse technique in an attempt to heal the massive wound, “no! no! stay with me!” he demanded as he pumped his energy into your skin, praying you weren’t too far gone for it to work.
getou stared at your face as he cradled your body in his arms, the wound had healed but you still hadn’t stirred. the man anxiously called your name, hoping for any kind of response. he couldn’t figure out why he cared so much as to whether you lived or died, getou never held much regard for anyone's life in general. he just knew that he desperately needed you to wake up.
a cough broke from your throat before your eyes fluttered open. your brain felt like it was tied in a knot as you stared up at the beautiful man above you. for a moment you forgot all that had happened between the two of you. maybe it was because of all the blood you lost, but you seemed to have forgotten that you and getou were on opposing sides of war, and you were just looking up at the man you were once in love with.
“getou?” you said as your eyes focused on him. the man grinned slightly, “yes, it’s me.” even in your deranged state you took notice of the blood splattered across his face. you reached up to cup his face, “are you okay? what happened to you?”
getou realized that his reverse curse technique seemed to have side effects, the main one being delusion. he leaned into your touch, almost wishing that you would stay in a state of delusion forever, he missed seeing you look at him this way. getou chuckled at your words, “nothing happened to me, it’s what happened to you that got me looking this way. it seems you were attacked by a cursed spirit while i was away.”
you blinked, a cumulation of all of the recent events formed in your mind. you were attacked by a cursed spirit. because you were abducted by getou. and now you were a prisoner in an unknown realm. you quickly snatched your hand away from his face as your memory returned. getou watched as your demeanor changed, “ah there she is.” he said in an amused tone.
you attempted to push the man away, only to realize how weak your fight with the spirit left you. getou didn’t budge, you let out a sigh of exhaustion, “why am i here getou?” “you’ll find out soon enough.” he said, as he gathered your body into his arms, bridal carrying you through the field of lavender back to the house.
if you didn’t hate getou so much, you would have found this moment to be almost intimate. his arm wrapped around your back, allowing his large hand to cup the backside of your rib cage. his fingers were so long, almost reaching the sides of your breasts. you tried to ignore the heat that emitted off of getou’s skin that penetrated your robe, warming your body to the core.
you arched your neck to get a good look at getou’s face as he pushed through the greenery of the forest, “you can put me down, i’m sure i can make it from here.” getou’s amber eyes finally met yours, “doubt that.” you rolled your eyes, “i know i’m heavy, really. you don’t need to keep carrying me.” getou lifted your body upwards, adjusting your form so he could hold onto you tighter, “nope. light as a feather.”
you tried to withhold a smile, maybe the old getou is still in there somewhere. you thought. you quickly dismissed the thought, as you reverted your gaze back to the passing trees.
the man carried you every step of the way, all the way into the bathroom. getou sat you down on the edge of the claw foot tub situated in the middle of the room, “can you bathe yourself or do you require assistance from the house spirits?” your brows furrowed at the question, “house spirits?” getou looked at you like this is something you should be familiar with, “yes, house spirits. they are low grade spirits that i have collected over the years, they maintain this realm while i’m away. they are the ones who changed your clothes when i arrived with you the first time.”
you looked up at the man still confused, “so it wasn’t you who changed my clothes?” getou laughed softly as he leaned down to speak directly in your ear, “if i’m going to see you nude, i would rather you be awake for it.” you took in a sharp breath as heat rose to your cheeks, “get out. i can bathe myself.” at your word, getou spun on his heels heading out of the room. the man stopped short just before closing the door, “i’ll have the house spirits lay some clothes out for you, i’m going out.”
your voice was laced with anger, “out?” getou turned his head slightly, “yes, be sure to make yourself at home. you’ll be here for a while.” if looks could kill getou would certainly be dead,”i hope you know, it won’t take gojo long to find this place.” a devilish grin broke across getou’s face, “oh, i’m counting on it.”
his words took you by surprise, you had no time to respond before he closed the door on his way out. ‘oh, i’m counting on it?’ what did he mean by that? his words plagued you, you spent your time in the bath trying to decode his meaning. he wanted gojo to find this place? why? you couldn’t figure out what getou might be playing at even after drying off.
getou was gone most of the night, he left the vacation realm to discuss his plans with his associates. he told them that his reason for abducting you was perfectly justified, and they all believed him when he said that he needed you to draw satoru gojo out. although this was partially true, his reasons for abducting you were mostly to fulfill a selfish desire that has been rooted deep in his soul for years. getou pondered over his selfish desire as he stood over your sleeping body, he did his best to sneak in quietly, careful not to wake you. you looked so peaceful while you slept, so innocent.
once his best friend, now his enemy. getou wanted nothing more than to corrupt you, mind, body and soul. getou tried to dismiss his perverse thoughts, but all of his efforts were in vain. blood pumped to his cock continuously, the man wished more than anything that he could stuff your pretty pussy with it. you were completely clueless of getou’s large form looming over you from the end of the bed, completely clueless of the fact that getou couldn’t help but free his aching cock from the confines of his clothing, stroking himself to the sight of your sleeping body.
getou knew you’d probably try to kill him if you somehow woke up, he almost wished you would wake up and catch him in the act, he wanted you to know how crazy you made him but he knew that was no way to win you over, for his plan to work he needed you to join him. plans of the future and the greater good quickly dissipated from his mind when you shifted in your sleep. the blanket that was already barely covering your ass, slid upwards as you readjusted. getou prayed that you would shift again, if the covers slid up just one more inch he would be able to see that pretty cunt that he has been dreaming about for years. he stroked his cock at a quicker pace, getou felt a knot begin to form in the bottom of his stomach as he imagined doing absolutely repulsive things to your body.
getou threw his head back as he came, a small sliver of hair fell over his face while he silently chanted your name to himself over and over like his own personal mantra. getou cleaned himself off in the attached restroom, returning to your bedside. a grin formed on getou’s face as he adjusted your blanket to cover your body fully, “everything’s all going according to plan.” he said in a whisper.
chapter two
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abducted
chapter two
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getou x reader
tags: canon typical violence // curse words // masterbation (m & f)
word count: 3.2 k
chapter one
getou groggily shuffled out of bed, still feeling over exerted from the night before. the man hadn’t felt so relieved after masterbating in quite a long time. usually masterbation was just a way to relieve stress, just a part of getou’s routine. pure lust was something getou hadn’t felt in years. he chalked it up to a spike in testosterone, he wasn’t used to a woman being in his house. getou wouldn’t try to lie to himself though, he had always been attracted to you, and even in love with you at one point in time. that side of him was dead, he knew that, but it still didn’t take away from the fact that he had little control over his impulses in your presence.
the tall man made his way out of the master bedroom, surprised to see that you were already awake and making breakfast in the kitchen. getou stopped to lean on the entryway wall, waiting for you to notice him. you were deep in thought while whisking eggs in a bowl, waiting for the skillet to heat up.
“making enough for two?” you jumped at the sound of getou’s deep voice breaking through the silence. you turned your neck sharply, angry at the man for sneaking up on you. the bitter words that you planned to throw at him died in your mouth. getou stood tall in the entryway, his black sleep robe tied loosely at the waist— revealing a large portion of his marble chest. his hair was loose and messy, it was clear to you that the man had just rolled out of bed.
you dismissed your thoughts, narrowing your eyes on him, “how long have you been standing there?” the corner of his lips lifted, “long enough.” you rolled your eyes at this casual demeanor, “well to answer your question, no. i did not make enough for two.” you dumped the contents out of the pan and onto a small plate, “why would i cook for my captor?” it was getou’s turn to roll his eyes, “captor? here i thought we were friends.”
you lifted yourself to sit on the countertop to enjoy your breakfast, not bothering to respond to getou’s remark. the dark haired man sauntered across the kitchen, his back faced you as he reheated the stove on the kitchen island. you hadn’t realized just how hungry you were until your plate was completely cleared and your stomach was full. you sat the plate down next to your side, as getou turned to face you keeping an air of casualness about him as he leaned against the island.
“i’m glad you ate a good breakfast because you’ll be training with me today.” your brow furrowed at the bluntness of his tone, not understanding his meaning. “training? what do you mean training?” that same sly grin returned to getou’s face, “well if you going to be of service to me and my cause, you’ll need to be able to cultivate your cursed energy much more efficiently than you currently are.”
you scoffed, leaning back on your palms. the countertop felt cool to the touch, while heat rose to your cheeks. you could sense an argument coming but you couldn’t help but feel defensive, “and what makes you think that i have any interest in joining your cause? gojo will be finding this secret realm soon enough, and you and your cause will be completely dismantled from the bottom up.” you said matching getou’s smug attitude.
the playful grin disappeared from getou’s face, being replaced with an ominous blank expression. the man slowly moved closer to the countertop where you sat, closing the distance between the two of you. even being sat up high off the ground, getou’s frame still dwarfed yours. getou didn’t speak until his face was just inches from yours, “silly girl. don’t you understand that i’m counting on gojo coming here to rescue his precious little girlfriend? that’s all a part of the bigger picture.” your eyes wided at his words. his gaze was hard on yours, never relenting. “see, satoru’s power of jujutsu will be rendered useless in this realm, i created this place just for that purpose.”
red hot anger filled your bloodstream, “how long have you been planning this getou?” the man leaned in so close, causing you to lean back as he placed a hand on the counter behind you. your anger was quickly replaced with fear while getou spoke slowly in your ear, “for quite a while actually, but you see it wasn't as easy as you think, i had to learn your habits and day-to-day routine to be able to capture you while no one else was around.”
you didn’t move a muscle. getou could sense your tenseness causing him to chuckle in your ear, “yes, i saw how you spent most nights at your boyfriends house and i also saw how much you frequented that beach we used to go to so much, all those years ago.” you sucked in a tight breath at his mention of the beach, “does gojo know of your visits to the beach? does he know how you secretly go there hoping to relive your memories of me?”
you quickly turned to meet his gaze, “i don’t-“ getou cut you off, knowing that you would deny his claim. “right of course, i’m dead to you and gojo is the person you use as a placeholder in my absence.” getou had always been able to read you better than anyone else, and you hated him for it. your voice was laced with venom as you spoke, “just how important do you think you are to my life?” the corners of getou’s mouth lifted upwards at your question, “i think i am just as important to you, as you are to me.”
your eyes glazed over at his response, his words sent your brain into overdrive. does that mean i’m important to him? you thought. a sense of accomplishment washed over the man at your lack of response. getou didn’t relent, he moved to stand up straight, drawing you out of your thoughts as he looked at you dead on, “since we’re on the subject of satoru, why don’t you tell me why your beloved preferred to keep you in a state of mediocrity? your better half is the most powerful sorcerer in the jujutsu world yet your skills are severely lackluster.”
your stare hardened on getou. your anger returned once more, “believe it or not, but me and gojo don’t make jujutsu the centerpoint of our relationship.” getou crossed his arms, “no of course not, the centerpoint of your relationship is sucking saturo’s cock a couple times a week and following it up with some unfulfilling sex. right?”
without thinking your hand connected to his cheek with a loud smack. the slap echoed through the quiet kitchen, getou’s eyes widened in surprise.
the air grew thick between the two of you. you held your breath tightly as getou grabbed your wrist, yanking your body off the countertop. the man forcefully pulled your body forward, resulting in your chest flush against his. getou looked down on you with dark eyes, “do that again and i might decide you aren’t worth the trouble and kill you where you stand.” getou turned away swiftly, “your training begins in thirty minutes, you will serve my cause or you and your little boyfriend will die. your choice.” without another word getou was gone, leaving you alone to ruminate over the recent events in confusion.
getou’s anger had significantly subsided once he was standing alone in the training room. he almost felt regretful for speaking to you with such harsh words; but the man was much too proud to apologize. the padded floor provided cushion beneath his feet, rooting him back into a sound mind. the large room was dimly lit, getou watched the shadows move across his face in the mirror that covered the wall as he wrapped his hands in gauze, preparing himself for the training session.
you still felt dazed from your conversation with getou as you shyly entered the room. you weren’t sure what to expect out of this impromptu training session. you slapped getou, and you knew that was something he wouldn’t let go of easily. you attempted to mentally brace yourself for whatever might come next as you came to stand behind the man who looked at you through the mirror with an unimpressed expression.
getou tied the last of the gauze together, turning around to face you. he seemed broader than usual in his casual athletic clothing. the sleeves of getou’s white shirt were rolled up, revealing his veiny forearms. the veins became more apparent when getou flexed his hands, testing the integrity of the gauze wrapping. his eyes stayed down as he spoke, “glad to see you made it on time, we’ll start by you showing me just how much cursed energy you possess.”
you chewed your bottom lip listening to his words, it had been years since you had properly trained. you only called upon your cursed energy when it was strictly necessary. getou finally looked up to take in the sight of you, he tried to conceal how his breath hitched in his throat at the clear sight of your anxious expression.
“when was the last time that you had a real training session?” getou was genuinely curious, you seemed to be a much stronger sorcerer when the two of you were close. he was surprised to have found you completely incapacitated by the grade three cursed spirit in the lavender field, you used to take on grade two spirits with no problem at all.
your feet shifted as you tried to think back to the last time you exercised your technique just for practice. you crossed your arms over your chest as you spoke, “well, i wasn’t lying about what i said earlier. jujutsu isn’t a focal point of mine and gojo’s relationship.. and well, i never really need to use my own cursed energy if he’s around..” you trailed off.
getou still looked unamused, “that wasn’t my question. when was the last time you trained?” your gaze shifted to your feet, “before you left.” you spit the words out so quickly it took getou a moment to process their meaning. a concerned look fell upon getou’s face, “that was years ago. you mean to tell me you haven’t practiced since then? you know how important it is for a sorcerer's skills to stay fine tuned.”
you rolled your eyes at his comment, you had no intentions of keeping your skills finely tuned after getou turned. seeing the person you trusted most, so massively miss use their jujutsu made you question just how good being a sorcerer was for the collective. whereas getou thought the world would be a better place without non-sorcerer’s, you questioned if the world would be a better place if the opposite happened. you didn’t see much good coming to the world from jujutsu sorcerer’s. you saw first hand how sorcerer’s could use their powers to benefit no one but themselves, getou was the perfect example of one of these selfish sorcerer’s.
you finally looked up to meet the man’s gaze, “am i here to train? or am i here to listen to how important it is?” getou’s eyes narrowed on you as he turned his head in warning, “tch..careful.” the man circled your body with a scrutinizing glare. “let’s begin. call upon your cursed energy.” you almost laughed, “i can’t do that on command, i have to be threatened to call upon my energy.”
getou stopped short behind you, “you can’t summon your cursed energy on command? you’re weaker than i thought.” getou moved in closer to grab your shoulder, as he spoke softly into your hair. “guess i’ll have to pull it out of you then.” you didn’t have time to try to decode the meaning behind his words before he quickly made his way around your body, moving into a fighting stance.
a sinister smile stretched across getou’s face, “don’t worry, i’ll stick to hand to hand combat. for now.” you raised your fists just below eye level waiting for getou to make his move. getou moved quickly, stepping into your space before he swung. you luckily deflected the blow, only to realize it was a dummy swing when his other hand slapped the side of your head. getou sucked his teeth, “never take your eyes off your opponent.” the words irritated you, you switched to a defensive approach, grunting as you swung your fist at the mans face.
getou easily evaded your fist, laughing as he kicked his foot out to knock you onto your back. the padded floors broke your fall, but that didn’t stop the pure rage that began to rise deep inside you. you let out an angry grunt as you laid out on the floor. getou reached a hand out to help you up, you used this as an opportunity to get the upper hand on him. you gripped his hand, forcefully pulling him down to the floor. you quickly wrapped your legs around getou’s waist, flipping yourself on top of him.
pride swelled in your chest at the sight of the man pinned down beneath your weight. a playful grin pulled at the side of getou’s mouth as he looked up at you, “i love a woman who can take charge.” your eyes narrowed on him in annoyance, you opened your mouth to speak but you were quickly cut off. getou swiftly flipped you back onto the padded floor, his hips were wedged between your legs as he pinned your wrists above your head. “but i think i like you better like this.”
you ignored the heat that formed between your legs as you tried to escape the compromising position getou put you in. getou pushed his weight down on you harder preventing your escape, “you should know that you can’t over power me physically, but you can summon your cursed energy at any time .”
as if in response to getou’s words, cursed energy moved through your body, flowing to the palms of your hands. getou’s deep voice sounded off above you, “ah.. there you go.” you looked up at the man in confusion, “i can feel it too.” he said, picking up on your thoughts. you could only stare back at getou, in awe of the fact that he could feel the cursed energy flowing through your veins. you had never known of any sorcerer that could feel another’s cursed energy before expelling it.
without thinking words slipped from your lips, “can you pick up on everyone’s cursed energy?” getou’s eyes glazed over in deep thought. a beat passed before he spoke, “just yours.” getou released you from his hold, moving to stand above you. “i think that’s enough for today. we’ll train again tomorrow.” that was all he said before he quickly exited the room.
sleep was hard to come by that night, you tossed and turned for what felt like hours. your mind was racing and you couldn’t slow it down. you thought about what gojo might have been doing in that moment, and if he was close to finding you. you almost felt bad for how fast your train of thought moved onto the training exercise you had earlier in the day. you thought back on the sensation of getou’s body pressing down on your’s, the way his hips were settled between your parted legs.
you could almost feel the weight of his hands pinning your wrists above your head once more. you stared at the wall, trying to break the pattern your thoughts were forming but your cunt had already grown needy. you pressed your thighs together trying to ignore the wetness growing between your legs at the thought of getou entered your mind once more. you couldn’t believe that you were having such inappropriate thoughts about a man that you could never see eye to eye with. what would gojo think? he was probably scouring every realm known to man in search of you, while you were one room away from getou, thinking disgusting thoughts of him.
you huffed in defeat, pulling the covers off your body. you shimmied off your sleep shorts, and quickly moved your hands up your big shirt to play with your nipples. you clamped your mouth shut, careful to not make any noise in fear of getou hearing you through the walls. your body temperature steadily rose as you toyed with your breasts. you moved to lift the shirt up allowing the cool air to hit your skin, making your nipples hard.
you accidentally let a moan escape your lips when your fingers met your clit. you prayed that getou was in a deep sleep in the next room over, but your motions didn’t relent. your back arched off the bed as you pictured getou in your minds eye. in your head it was getou who was playing with your tits and working your clit into oblivion.
unbeknownst to you, getou did hear your soft moans coming through the walls. the initial shock of hearing your pretty sounds quickly wore off as getou’s cock grew hard in his sweatpants. oh how he wished that it was him in your bed invoking soft moans from your lips. getou quietly moved from the bed to lean against the wall that your room was on the other side of. getou could tell that you were trying your best to conceal your moans as he pressed his ear against the wall. the man closed his eyes and pictured your body beneath his as he freed his cock from his pants, quickly stroking himself to the mental image.
you bit down on your lips as you inserted two fingers into your wet cunt, doing your best to pretend that it was getou’s long fingers entering you instead of your own. you could feel your orgasm pooling in the bottom of your stomach, thinking of getou’s deep voice speaking into your ear, telling you how good of a girl you were being for him. your orgasm hit you so hard that you didn’t realize that you let getou’s name slip past your lips as your walls contracted around your fingers.
getou’s eyes went wide at the sound of your pretty voice moaning his name, he had to cover his mouth with one hand as the came hard into the other. he thought he had to be hearing things, there was no way you felt the same level of attraction for him as he did you.
sleep surrounded you quickly after you reached your orgasm, but getou was still wide awake on the other side of the wall. the man was deep in thought, he knew he couldn’t allow his old feelings towards you to return, it would ruin his plan. the plan that was years in the making. getou kept trying to tell himself that what he felt for you was sexual attraction and nothing more, but even he didn’t fully believe it.
getou has been rotting my brain lately
some pov playlists for you dirty whores
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.
jean kirschtein // getou suguru // choso
riding a big beefy man who can easily pick you up with just his two hands and bounce you over and over so easily on his cock and getting used like a little fleshlight as he slips you up and down, going as fast as he wants >
abducted
chapter five
getou x reader
word count: 2.7k
chapter four
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you had no intentions of attending your daily training session with getou. after your swift exit from the library, you quickly rushed out of the house and into the cool morning air. your feet were damp from the dew covered grass but you barely noticed. tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes, you angrily wiped them away with the back of your hand, continuing to move forward through the greenery. there was still much about the realm that you haven't seen or explored yet, but you didn't take notice of the fact until your walk of shame led you to an unfamiliar garden. the space felt hidden away, much like the lavender field that you only stumbled upon by chance, on your first day in getou’s domain.
large stone blocks led you through a plant covered archway and into a circular shaped garden. there were no flowers, only overgrown plants of various species. you followed the stones further, which led you into the center of the space. your vision was blurry with tears but you could make out a large fountain with flowing water in the center of the neglected garden.
you took a seat on the edge of the fountain, finally allowing your emotions to come to the surface. you had never felt so frustrated and alone. your time spent as captive allowed you to sit with your thoughts, something you usually tried to avoid by keeping yourself busy.
keeping busy was no easy feat in getou’s relam, even with the addition of the new library and your daily training sessions with suguru, you still spent plenty of time completely alone, with nothing more to do than sit with your thoughts. you had never felt more confused. you couldn’t figure out how you could allow yourself to fantasize about getou, or why you cared so deeply about his well-being, or why the fact of him avoiding you for days on end bothered you so.
guilt settled heavy on your stomach. you knew gojo was out, probably tearing the world apart in search of you while you were having wet dreams about getou almost every night. getou wasn’t a good man. this is what you told yourself over and over again hoping the thought would take root in your brain, but you couldn’t help but wonder how true that statement was.
was getou truly so irredeemable? the man was capable of compassion, this you knew. his hard exterior didn’t fool you much. it never did. you resolved that deep down getou couldn’t possibly be a villian capable of genocide. you knew the man, better than anyone. you might not have been in contact with getou for years before your capture, but you knew that your best friend from all those years ago still resided somewhere deep inside his soul.
as if on cue, getou entered the garden. the tall man had to duck under the green archway to avoid hitting his head, while his hands were tucked into his pants pockets casually. you stared up at the man with tear filled eyes as he walked towards you. a deep crease formed between getou’s brows, the man squatted down to look you directly in the eyes.
you could tell suguru was quite confused by your actions. the man took a moment to choose his words, “did you have a bad dream? is that why you're crying? i’ve never seen you storm out of a room so quickly.” getou looked down to your hands gathered together in your lap. he couldn’t stand seeing you cry and he was at a total loss as to why you were.
you chuckled, wiping your tears from your cheeks, “no, it wasn’t a bad dream at all.” getou attempted to reach for your hand wanting to console you, but he thought better of it and quickly retracted. “so you’re unhappy here?” the question came out more as a statement but getou still looked at you with an inquiring gaze.
“you avoided me for days on end, then suddenly built me a library, and then left again. your back and forth behavior is tiring, getou” you stared at the man solemnly. you didn’t want to admit your next words but you felt as if you didn’t have a choice in the matter, “i’m lonely.” you began to choke on your words as more tears fell, “i’m so lonely suguru.”
you felt overwhelmed with emotion, a cumulation of all the recent events bursted out of you. you couldn’t help but let your body shake, letting the emotions pour out. no matter how often getou told himself not to get attached, he couldn’t bare to see you cry. especially when he was the cause of your sadness. getou pulled you into his arms and you let him. you didn’t have enough mind to try to push him away. getou stroked your hair, letting you cry wet tears that soaked through his shirt.
“i think you’ve been lonely for a long time, even before you came here.” getou said in his naturally deep tone, he could always read you like a book, knowing things about yourself far before you did. getou hooked a finger under your chin and lifted gently, allowing your eyes to meet once more. getou’s face looked soft and caring. his dark eyes sucked you in like a void that you wanted to sink into forever. the man held you in his arms tightly, and you noticed that his hair wasn’t pulled back in its usual style. getou’s black hair was loose, and created a great contrast against his white shirt. the man looked truly beautiful at that moment.
“you don’t have to be lonely anymore, you know.” you blinked, you knew what he meant. he wanted you to willingly join his cause—something you knew you could never do. the man didn’t really expect a response, so your lack of providing one didn’t bother him. getou stood, pulling you up with him, “let’s go somewhere, yeah?” suguru wiped the last of your tears with his thumb.
his demeanor was much different compared to the day’s previous, his cold behavior and short phrases were replaced with soft touches and compassionate words. seeing getou look at you with soft eyes only stoked the flames of your growing belief that the old getou wasn’t completely gone.
“go where? i didn’t realize prisoners were allowed to travel.” getou couldn’t help but laugh at your snide remark, he was glad to see your usual sarcastic personality return. “be careful of your words, doll.” a devilish grin pulled at the edge of getou’s lips. “or i’ll chain you up like a real prisoner.”
getou used the same black void curse technique that he used to bring you to the vacation realm to teleport the two of you to a place that you didn’t recognize in the slightest. the residuals of cursed energy floated around the two of you, while you took in your new environment.
you barely noticed the hand getou placed on the small of your back while the two of you teleported. suguru’s hand remained in place as he watched your eyes expand in awe. “where are we?” you asked, still taking in your surroundings. “the spring market.” getou said casually.
the two of you stood in the middle of a walkway, surrounded by merchants selling all types of art, food, flowers, and novelty items. the smell of sweet cinnamon and chocolate floated through the air from a nearby crepe stand. the air, you noticed was cool and crisp, unlike tokyo’s usual humid weather. “we’re not in tokyo are we?” you finally looked up to meet getou’s eyes.
getou smiled, using his palm on your back to push the two of you forward through the market, “we’re not even remotely close to tokyo.” his words carried a sense of finality so you resolved to not press the matter further.
the two of you walked for hours, chatting and tasting food from various vendors. the two of you were stopped at an art stall sifting through the various prints, when you noticed the warm glow of string lights lined along the top of each vendor's booth illuminating the pedestrian walkway.
the two of you hadn’t realized just how much time had passed from enjoying your time together at the market. getou and you were like the best of friends again, doing nothing but joking around and eating all day. the two of you left the art stall, and moved back onto to the pavement. you couldn’t help but yawn, feeling worn out from the long day and the relaxing warm hue from the light above didn’t help.
getou wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving you something to lean your tired body on. you took in the warm, clean smell of him, and let yourself get comfortable in his hold. you wished that his embrace didn’t make you feel as safe as it did, but you couldn’t help the feeling. getou always felt like home.
getou spoke into your hair, “it’s getting late, do you want to head back?”
you sighed, not really wanting to leave but you knew your body had enough walking for the day. you nodded your head, signaling to suguru that you were ready. getou was about to summon his black void teleportation technique when you stopped short at a small jewelry stand. getou crossed his arms over his chest, watching you in confusion.
you didn’t know why but you felt compelled to stop at the table of necklaces and rings. one necklace in particular caught your attention. you delicately picked up the necklace with a small heart shaped jewel in the center. you never did care for jewelry much but this piece felt different, the color of the stone looked very familiar. the stone was a dark amber color, but not so dark that you couldn’t see flecks of yellow beneath the surface when you held it up to the light.
“it looks like your eyes.” you said, not taking your eyes off the necklace. “what?” getou asked in surprise. “it looks like your eyes.” your tone was just as calm as it was the first time. “it’s beautiful.” getou blinked, he knew you weren’t joking but he couldn’t believe that you would think anything that resembled him could be considered beautiful. he blinked, still watching you inspect the necklace. getou couldn’t ignore the warm feeling that washed over him. you looked so pretty at that moment. suguru wanted nothing more than to gather your body into his arms and carry you all the way to his bed immediately.
“can we get this bagged up?” getou asked the vendor, not bothering to ask the price. you were surprised at getou’s offer to buy the piece, but you didn’t dissuade him. you knew you couldn’t leave the market without it. the vendor nodded and placed the necklace in a small box and wrapped it in a ribbon. the merchant moved the box into a thick paper bag and took getou’s payment. the man handed you the bag with a smile, “you two are such a cute couple, have a nice day.”
heat rushed to your face from embarrassment. you nodded to the man and quickly moved away from the booth. you refused to meet getou’s eyes, but if you did, you would have seen that he was quite flustered too. you cleared your throat, “you ready to go?”
“yup.” getou said, placing his palm on your back and initiated his teleportation technique and the two of you were gone.
the pair of you emerged from the void, entering into the living room of the house that you now felt to be a second home. “here.” getou said, taking the bag from you. the man placed his hands on your shoulders turning you so that your back was facing him. you heard the rustling sound of the box being removed from the bag from behind you. getou used one hand to move all of your hair over to one shoulder, and held the delicate necklace in the other.
the feeling of his fingers touching the sensitive skin of your neck made goosebumps rise across your body. you held your breath hoping that getou wouldn’t notice the state that you were in internally. the man draped the necklace over your collar bone and clasped the chain together with ease. you reached up to touch the necklace, feeling the cool stone against your skin, turning to face getou.
getou wished he could tell you how beautiful he thought you looked wearing a piece of jewelry that resembled him. the man almost felt tempted to throw away all of his plans for the jujutsu world and stay in this realm with you forever, just by the way you looked in that moment, but he knew it would never be that simple. getou wanted to spend everyday isolated from the real world with you, seeing you wear that necklace everyday. he wished he could see you wear nothing but that necklace every single day.
getou wanted to reach out and embrace you, but he never knew when the time was right. the man still felt conflicted. he knew his feelings for you would get in the way of his one true mission if he let them, but he couldn’t stop his heart from pounding when he saw you, or keep his cock from growing hard when he thought of you at night. the man was a mess on the inside, but he covered it up well. on the other hand, you were a mess on the inside and weren’t the best at hiding it on the outside. it seemed the two of you made quite the mess.
getou ran a hand through his dark hair feeling awkward, “i have to go out again tonight, but you should get some rest. i know you're tired.” still clutching your necklace, you felt annoyed knowing that getou was leaving again. you thought the two of you might have turned the page on to a new chapter that day. you thought that maybe things would be different between the two of you after the time you spent together. you didn’t understand what he was doing when he went out every night, but you knew it couldn't possibly be for good reasons.
“i don’t like being here alone.” you said truthfully. “do you want me to stay?” getou didn’t think before asking the question, he regretted it after the words were already spoken. he was terrible at whatever it was the two of you had going on. “yes.” you said almost in a whisper.
getou felt as if he could melt into the floorboard seeing you act shy, then he felt guilt wash over him, knowing that he had to leave. getou had plans with his associates that he could not break. his men needed to fill him in on recent developments, and getou himself needed to give them new orders for his grand plan to erase all non-sorcerer’s from the jujutsu world.
getou extended a hand, reaching out to pat your head, “i have to go doll. you should get some rest.” without another word the man was gone into the void of blackness, leaving you completely alone.
making getou valentines cards rn >;-)
tw: my terrible art
i got bored and tried to draw getou from chapter one of abducted
abducted
chapter 7
getou x reader
tags: character death // violence // feral reader // heavy smutt // over stimulation // morally grey reader //
word count: 3.8k
chapter six
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getou let you weep in his arms until your eyes ran dry, and continued to hold you through the slumber that followed. the man watched you for hours, finally coming to the conclusion that the feelings he had for you could no longer be avoided.
getou didn’t sleep a wink even after the sun had set. the sorcerer’s mind ran on a rapid loop of anxiety. you hadn’t told getou exactly what happened when mahito attacked you, but seeing the effect it left on you made him want to kill the man immediately, but he refused to leave you alone even if you were sleeping. you needed him more than ever, and he dared not to let you down again.
the house spirits had imprisoned mahito in the facility deep in the forest that getou had originally created for gojo. the structure was small and rather unimpressive looking on the outside, its sole purpose was to hold curse users. the walls of the small prison were infused with ancient jujutsu. any jujutsu sorcerer—other than getou who enters the building will not be able to tap into their cursed energy while inside its walls.
the creation of the small prison was a early part of getou’s plan of capturing gojo, but it was now holding one of his own men. anger ignited in suguru’s chest, the thought of one of his own men disrespecting him in such capacity made him reevaluate just how sound his plan really was.
you tossed and turned in your sleep, finally settling with your head burried into getou’s chest. the angry feelings in getou’s chest was replaced with a warm content feeling. the man felt that he had waited years to finally hold you in his arms. the act felt right, and it filled his heart with peace.
no longer fighting against his own feelings, suguru held you closer, and placed a kiss on your forehead. getou rested his chin on your head, and allowed the peaceful blackness of sleep take hold of him.
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morning came too quickly for getou. he yawned deeply, blinking the sleepy haze out of his eyes to see you perched on the end of the bed. you were facing the window, but getou could tell that something was off. “hey, you okay?” he asked in a voice still raspy with sleep.
you didn’t answer him, you only continued to stare out into the trees with a blank expression. you woke up feeling different, all the emotions you felt from the previous day were replaced with an intense anger and a need for revenge. your experience with mahito was the straw that broke the camel's back, and it made you realize that you didn’t want to be weak and incapable any more.
thinking back on the fear you felt while being taunted and chased through the forest ignited your cursed energy. getou could sense the dark energy exuding from your body. the energy was much darker and erratic than usual; he had never seen your cursed energy come out like this.
getou sat up in the bed, reaching for your shoulders to shake you out of whatever day dream you were having. “hey!” he shook you hard, but you were still deeply entwined in your thoughts of revenge. only the sound of your name leaving the man’s lips, brought you out of your stupor.
you finally turned to look at him. the sight of getou’s eyes and lips still puffy from his deep sleep caused your cursed energy to return to its dormant state. you stared at the man with a blank expression not knowing what to say. his brows furrowed, still looking at you quizzically, “what’s going on? i’ve never seen you like this. i need you to tell me what’s going on.” a beat passed. “please.” he pleaded.
you took a deep breath, “im angry.” you thought back on the night with mahito once more, your hands unconsciously formed into fists in your lap. “i’m tired of feeling weak.” you concluded. getou sympathetically wrapped a hand over your balled fists, speaking softly into your ear, “you’re not weak, and you never have to feel that way again. you turned to meet his gaze. “i can help you.” he said in a whisper.
“i want him dead.” your tone came out matter factly. “then it will be done.” you shook your head at getou’s words. “no, i’ll be the one to do it.” suguru’s face reverted back to its original concerned expression. getou opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by your words, “i will be the one to kill him.”
there was a massive shift inside of you, getou could sense the change in your demeanor. he knew this was an argument that he would not win, so the man conceded, “fine. i’ll take you to him.”
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the walk to the facility was a long and quiet one. getou and you both were both too busy listening to the conflicted inner monologue inside your minds to make casual conversation. the weight of your earlier words began to set in, as the two of your made your way through the trees. you were going to kill a man, this would be the very first time that you would kill a man.
there’s a first for everything. you supposed. getou’s thought process was similar to yours, even though the man wanted to recruit you to his side all along, he didn’t know it would happen like this. getou knew you naturally carried a guilty conscience, he was fearful of what killing mahito would do to you. there’s no take backs when killing a person, getou knew this truth all too well.
after a long period of silence, the trees finally cleared. the makeshift prison getou built was small and inconspicuous looking, but your stomach still dropped at the sight of it. the two of you stopped at the entrance of the small stone building.
getou turned to face you, gripping both of your arms, “are you sure you want to go through with this?” you were nervous, and felt as if you could throw up at any moment, but your mind was made up. you knew what you had to do. you nodded your head silently, and getou led you through the entryway.
you followed the sorcerer through the dark passageways that finally led to a single cell. mahito could be seen chained up on the concrete floor through the small window in the iron door. it was clear that the house spirits had been torturing the man at getou’s command, based on mahito’s appearance. it looked like he was barely clinging to life, and the absence of his cursed energy signature only reaffirmed the thought.
getou left your side for a moment, allowing you to get a good look at the first man you would kill. you were deep in thought watching mahito’s unconscious form, when getou returned with a large weapon in tow. the man swung the long scythe with a flourish.
you couldn’t help but cock a brow at the weapon. the sight of it was terrifying, the weapon consisted of a long black pole that led to a large curved blade. you couldn’t help but notice how the blade shined against the low light of the stoned lined hall.
getou passed the weapon into your hands, allowing you to feel the cold steel pole in your grasp. “it’s a very old war scythe, used by powerful sorcerer’s from the high era of jujutsu.” getou revealed. “it’s embedded with cursed energy of its own, and even has its own technique.”
you gripped the pole with two hands, letting yourself get used to its weight, “yeah? what’s its technique?” you mused, not taking your eyes off the shiny blade. getou smiled then, “it can take the power of those who are killed with its blade.” you snapped your eyes back to him as understanding filled you.
“so i could have mahito’s power of soul manipulation just by killing him with this?” getou clasped his hands together, smiling down on you encouragingly, “precisely.”
the desire for power filled your bloodstream. you would never have to feel weak again. no curse—no matter how high the grade, could hurt you ever again. you smiled back at the man, “and you're giving this to me?” suguru nodded, “it’s all yours doll.”
the next moments passed in a fog. your senses were clouded with revenge and the need for power. getou opened the large door into the cell, causing mahito to stir awake. seeing the fear that filled mahito’s mind only fueled your vengeful desires. you toted the long blade over your shoulder, smiling down at the man, “good morning!” you giggled. “i hope you slept well.”
your next words were drowned out by mahito’s cries, the man begged getou for mercy knowing his life depended on it, but getou didn’t move from behind you. the man was completely unfazed by mahito’s cries, he knew that he would’ve killed the human curse eventually.
“whenever you're ready, doll. i’d like to get this over with.” you swung the blade off your shoulder, thinking that maybe you would like to hear how much the man could beg, but you decided against it.
“don’t worry mahito, i’ll make good use of your cursed technique.” you cooed, swinging the long blade in one quick motion across the man’s neck. mahito’s screams died in his throat while blood gushed from the fatal wound. his body slouched to the ground, but you hardly noticed. a ringing noise filled your ears. you became drunk off the power that the kill gave you.
every hair on your body stood up. you could feel the blade taking mahito’s power—sucking it up like a vacuum. you felt no remorse, only pure nirvana, you knew the world would be a better place without him. pride swelled in your heart, knowing that you were the one to take him out of the world.
getou called your name from behind you, but the sound didn’t register. your ears were still filled with the loud white noise ringing in them. a large hand wrapped around your waist and your name was called once more. a manic giggle erupted from your throat, still looking at the bloody blade.
“i did it.” you breathed. getou could tell you were having a hard time processing what you did, and he knew that he had to get you out of there. the man pulled you out of the cell in an attempt to get some distance from the scene. you were still giggling, you felt overjoyed with your new sense of power.
you pushed the large man against the wall with a thud, “you know suguru, i think you were right. the world needs people like us.” getou wanted to question your meaning but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. you stood on your top toes trying to get yourself at eye level to getou, “i still don’t agree with your whole ‘kill all non-sorcerer’s’ plan, but i think we could come to some sort of understanding.”
getou knew you were drunk on power but he couldn’t bring himself to care. the sorcerer looked down on you, “yeah?” he grinned, loving how you looked in your feral state. “yeah, now take me home please.”
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you felt extremely grateful for getou’s teleportation technique when the two of you emerged from the darkness, back in the living room of getou’s home. returning home seemed to do nothing to quell the mix of mania and lust pumping through your veins. you didn’t push away from getou’s touch like you usually did after transporting, in fact you leaned into his hold.
chest to chest—getou looked down into your wild eyes using his thumb and pointer finger to lift your chin, “being the hand of death got you on a power trip huh, doll?” you blushed at his words, still staring into his all encompassing gaze. getou leaned down, allowing his lips to hover just above your own, “murderous little thing.” he whispered.
whatever restraight the two of your had before, completely disappeared at his words. getou’s grip tightened on the small of your back, while the other hand snaked up your spine to grip the back of your neck. your lips collided in a messy dance. it was unclear as to who was leading the kiss, due to your tongues gliding over each other in a hungry fight for dominance.
you wrapped your arms around getou’s neck, intertwining your fingers with his thick hair at the base of his head. the man moaned into your mouth at the sensation, causing your knees to buckle. getou didn’t falter, swiftly scooping you up in his arms allowing your legs to wrap around his waist. you could tell the man was good with his mouth, when he took your bottom lip between his teeth you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper. the feelings that his mouth elicited on yours made your cunt grow wet from the sensation.
any shyness that ever existed in your body evaporated when you began to roll your hips against getou’s stomach. the act made getou break the kiss, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. your heart pounded in your chest and cunt, waiting for him to say something. getou breathed heavily, “i’ve never seen you like this. fuck.” he professed, grabbing a handful of your ass and kneading the flesh.
your hands still massaged the base of his scalp. his skin felt addicting, you wanted to kiss and lick every inch of it, beginning with his neck. suguru hoisted you up higher in his arms, walking the two of you to the master bedroom while you placed open mouth kisses all over his neck. you barely noticed the movement forward, you were too busy kissing and licking his warm skin all the way up to his ear. you didn’t take notice of the new location until getou sat himself on the edge of the bed. the motion caused your lips to leave his skin, noticing that your hips were now straddling his.
getou reached up to cup your face with one hand, and used the other to grip your hip. the man looked at you soberly, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.” you giggled in response, pressing your clothed pussy against the cock growing hard in getou’s pants. you rocked your hips ever so slightly to tease him, “yeah? how long?”
a devilish grin appeared on the man’s face, “don’t taunt me doll, cause it’s you who’s gonna be begging for my cock later.” suguru didn’t give you a chance to respond, before gripping your hips and flipping you on to your back in the middle of the bed. he didn’t grant you a moment to catch your breath before settling his weight between your parted thighs and locking his lips to yours.
sounds of the wet kiss filled your ears. getou moved his tongue slower this time, using it to tease yours with languid flicking motions. not breaking the kiss, he removed your hands from his neck, and pressed your wrists firmly into the mattress above your head. you dared not move them when his deft fingers worked underneath the hem of your shirt.
your back arched off the bed when his hands met your breast’s under the thin shirt. getou moaned into your mouth at the feeling of your soft tits in his hands, causing you to buck your hips against his cock in response. still fondling your breasts, getou’s lips left yours, he thought you looked so pretty with your lips swollen from his mouth, and he wanted nothing more than to see all of you.
“gonna let me see those pretty titties baby?” he said in a pleading tone, gripping the bottom of your shirt. you nodded your head, suddenly feeling shy. getou took his time sliding the shirt up, not wanting to spook you. the cool air of the bedroom nipped your skin causing goosebumps to rise across your body.
you both sucked in a breath when your breasts were freed from the fabric. getou took a moment to take in the sight of you below him before he spoke, “so fucking pretty.” he whispered. his lips met yours once more, you fought the urge to move your hands from above your head when his large palm moved to roll your nipples between his fingers. your clit pounded at the sensation, crying out in a desperate plea for stimulation.
suguru shifted his body so his thigh was resting between your legs. his mouth left yours with a pop, “rub your cunt against my thigh.” he commanded softly. you heeded his command, doing anything to get friction on your clit. your moans came out more rapidly from the feeling of getou’s hands on your tits and his big thigh between your legs.
your body was heating up, and you desperately wanted getou to remove your pants but you had a feeling he was going to drag things out for teasing him earlier. “su-suguru, please.” you whined. “hmm?” he hummed playfully. “i need you to touch me, please.”
suguru looked at you through his lashes, “i'm already touching you, doll.” he said, moving his mouth to suck on your nipple. the feeling made your cunt flutter. you let out another soft moan, writhing under him. getou looked up at your face while flicking your over stimulated nipple with his tongue, “you sound so fucking pretty, baby.”
tears pricked your eyes, your cunt was in desperate need of attention. you were about to start begging just how getou said you would, when he tugged at the waistband of your pants, “let’s get you out of these.” getou quipped, taking your bottoms off swiftly. he smiled at the sight of your soaked panties, you noticed that this smile was a genuine one, not like his usual malice hinted smiles. the look reminded you of the old days. the days when you were completely in love with your best friend.
the sight could have made your heart explode, but the wholesome moment was cut short when getou removed his shirt, revealing his toned chest and arms. he looked like a giant looming over you without his shirt, the sight made your cunt throb even more. “i’m gonna touch you over your panties, okay?” suguru beckoned from between your thighs. getou kept his eyes on you as he hovered his fingers over your soaking panties, he wanted to see your every reaction. the man used only his thumb to work circles on your clit, but the sensation sent your head rolling back nonetheless.
getou’s cock ached at the sight of you coming undone from his fingers, but he made up his mind that he wouldn’t fuck you until you begged for it. “you’re doing so good for me doll, i knew you would.” getou praised. “you don’t know how long i’ve thought about doing this.” he moved his thumb quicker over your swollen clit, “years. i’ve thought about this for years.” his breath’s grew ragged, “-should’ve never let gojo have you. he doesn’t deserve this pretty pussy.”
you moaned loud, as heat filled the pit of your stomach, “getou! i’m gonna-“ his hand left your clit, causing you to sigh in frustration. the man shushed you quietly, “not yet. i can’t let you cum yet. you're gonna cum all over my cock, or not at all.”
tears filled your eyes once more, “suguru, please.” you pleaded, rubbing your wet panties against his clothed cock. getou smiled, “say it again.” he said teasingly. “please.” you begged in a low tone.
getou kissed your lips passionately before heeding your words. he pulled your panties off quickly, and took a moment to stare at your glistening cunt. “fuck.” he said in awe. “pretty, pretty, pussy.” he mumbled to himself. he then unsheathed his cock, it sprang upwards bouncing off his stomach. your mouth salivated at how pretty it was, noticing the slight upwards curve in the shape, and the small amount of pre cum already leaking from the tip.
getou leaned down to suck on your tits once more, sliding his cock up and down just on your slick outer folds. you moaned when the tip of his cock slid against your clit, the sensation alone was about to send you over the edge. you couldn’t keep your hands above your head anymore. you needed to touch him, you had to rake your hands through getou’s hair, you had to feel his warm skin against yours.
getou groaned, his breath was uneven, and he was almost as restless as you were. “you want my cock pretty girl?” he breathed raggedly. “yes! sugu- please!”
you took a deep breath watching getou grip your thigh with one hand, and using the other to line himself up with your entrance, you both groaned when he slid in, your cunt already clamping down on him. his thrusts were slow, allowing for you to get used to the size of him. even going slow, his cock tapped against your g-spot eliciting sweet sounds from your mouth.
your plush walls felt so good around getou’s cock he could help but let his thrusts grow more erratic, he leaned down to feel your chest against his as he pumped deep into your walls. you noticed his hair falling out of its bun allowing his hair to fall in both of your faces as he kissed you.
you moaned into his mouth, getou’s fingers played with your nipple all while his cock pounded your g-spot. suguru broke the kiss to look at you with lust filled eyes, “you feel so fucking good.” he crooned. “want you to be a good girl for me and cum all over my cock okay?”
he kneaded your breasts that were bouncing from his thrusts, while your walls clamped down on him. the consistent motion of his cock hitting your g-spot sent you over the edge, you wailed as your cunt fluttered around his cock.
getou moaned, about to cum from the feeling of your cunt dancing around his length, “ah! good girl! that's it, cum all over my cock baby, that’s it.” his thrust grew ragged in your swollen cunt, you cried in over stimulation as he spurted hot liquid into your tired pussy. getou leaned down to place a sweet kiss onto your lips and then your forehead, “i’m so proud of you, pretty girl.”
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abducted
chapter eleven
getou x reader
word count: 3k
tags: violence // language // smut
chapter ten
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a pair of rough hands shook you back into a hazy consciousness. you recognized the man leaning over you from the club, he was one of the men that you thought stood out in the crowd. he was barking some kinds of orders at you, but the loud ringing in your ears prevented you from hearing his words. you gripped your head, looking around at your surroundings. the last thing you remembered was drinking at the bar, when suddenly everything went black.
one of the men had knocked you unconscious. you gathered that you must’ve had a concussion, when you finally realized that you were in the back of a large suv—heading god knows where. you were still half way in a daze when the bald man hovering above you spoke again, “what’s so special about her?” he called to the man in the driver's seat. “she looks like every other bitch walking around on the street.”
the driver looked into the rear view mirror at the bald man, “i don’t know, and i don’t care. all i know is that naoya said she’s to be delivered unharmed.” the burly man looked down on you in contempt. even in your haze, you took notice of the large gun and knife situated on either side of his belt. you knew that it was a long shot, but you had to try to disarm him, by whatever means necessary.
“aw, you don’t think i look good baby?” you teased, responding to his remark. thoughts raced through your mind, you knew you needed to distract him to swipe one of the weapons off his belt but you didn’t know how. improvisation wasn’t your greatest skill.
you didn’t think before acting. you aggressively pulled the large man in for a passionate kiss before he could respond to your chide. he grunted in surprise, but didn’t pull away. men are so simple. you thought, while reaching down to swipe the knife from his belt. even with the knife in your grasp, you still didn’t know how you would get yourself out of this situation.
it was clear to you based on the speed that the vehicle was traveling, and the change in street lights—that you weren’t in the red light district anymore. you knew that you had to stop the car before it could reach whatever its destination was.
with a new sense of determination you gripped onto the knife tighter as the fool of a man tried to deepen the kiss by pushing his tongue into your mouth. you fought the urge to roll your eyes, the man seemed to really be enjoying himself despite practically calling you ugly not even a minute before.
not wanting to feel the burley man’s chest against yours any longer, you pulled your lips away from his. the man looked at you in surprise, but before he could speak you dug the knife deep into his windpipe. you smiled up at him, enjoying the show. and quite the show it was, his face contorted in desperation and fear while he choked on his own blood, unable to call for help.
you grunted in disgust, pushing his large body off yours. your job wasn’t done yet, you knew you still had to take out the driver who was still unaware of his accomplices death.
“everything okay back there?” the driver called out. his question was met with silence. you knew it was down to a matter of seconds before the driver would pull his gun. adrenaline pumped through your veins, as you climbed over the back seat as stealthily as possible.
you sucked in a tight breath, and halted your movements when you noticed that the driver had wheel stabilization and cruise control initiated on the dashboard. it seemed he had wisened up to what took place behind him. as soon as the realization settled upon you, the man sprung into action, quickly turning and lurching his whole body into the back seat.
the driver let out a loud grunt as he threw his body on top of yours. you shrieked when he pinned your hands above your head, causing the blade to slip from your grasp. the smell of iron from the other guard's fatal wound filled the vehicle while the two of you struggled in a fight for dominance.
you tried to calm yourself, despite the aching you felt all over your body from being manhandled. you knew that if you gave into your panic, the man would easily gain the upper hand in the fight. you forced your brain to think clear thoughts while the driver breathed hot breath into your face. you could tell by his ragged breaths that he didn’t have much stamina. he was wearing out quickly, you just needed one good hit on him to get him down for good.
you shimmied your leg between his thighs to the best of your ability, you didn’t have your hands to work with so you had to settle for the next best thing. your knee. you swung your leg up, kneeing your assaulter in the groin with all your strength. the man hissed in pain, instinctually reaching down to cup his injured balls.
you didn’t waste a moment once you got your opening. you sat up, and swung on the man landing hard jabs on his face and body. you were sure that it wouldn’t take much more to finish him off when you were taken by surprise. the driver wailed, “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” as he toppled over you once more. this time he gripped onto your neck instead of your wrists, choking you under his tight grip.
you were too powerless to fight back. your vision went splotchy from the lack of oxygen while white noise rang loudly in your ears. all of the fight was drained out of your body in almost an instant. the driver was yelling something at you again, but you couldn’t hear his words. nor did you care too.
you were almost ready to accept your fate, when the car slammed into something on the street. the impact was so hard that the man flew into the dashboard at the front end of the car. you had no clue if the man was dead or alive, you just felt grateful to be able to breathe again.
you sat up slowly, still choking and gripping onto your neck, when you saw the object that caused the large suv to crash. your eyes went wide in surprise. you were left staring at getou’s cursed dragon through the windshield of the vehicle, not paying any more attention to the unconscious driver’s body that was lodged into the dashboard.
the massive cursed dragon glared at you through the glass with glowing eyes, emitting steam from its nostrils. strangely enough, the sight of the foreboding creature brought you a sense of relief because you knew that getou wasn’t far behind.
as if on cue, the back door opened revealing a distraught getou. he stared at you for a moment, with a disturbed expression. you figured that you must’ve looked pretty scary, covered in the men’s blood. you watched him with a keen eye. neither of you moved until getou let out a tight breath releasing his anxious energy. seeing you alive and well brought him so much relief that he could cry.
after your incident with mahito, getou took it upon himself to attach his own cursed energy signature to your necklace just in case a day like this ever came. the two of you moved in unison, practically jumping into each other's arms. your chest collided with his, as he wrapped your body in his arms.
getou leaned back to examine your face, cupping your chin with his pointer finger and thumb—just how he always did. his eyes shifted across your features swiftly before he spoke, “your hurt.” he said in a low tone. you fought the urge to roll your eyes, getou was always good at speaking the obvious, “you should see the other guy.” you said playfully, your adrenaline hadn’t worn off just yet and you were feeling a bit goofy—not knowing how to process the events of the night.
the corner of suguru’s mouth quirked up, “oh i see them. it seems you didn’t need me to come rescue you at all.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “i think i might always need your rescuing.” he shook his head. “you doubt yourself too much, doll.” you simply hummed in response, feeling exhaustion begin to wash over you.
getou lifted your body up, allowing you to hook your legs around his waist, “let’s go home shall we.” he requested calmly. you arched a brow at the man, “but what about naoya? what are we going to do about him?” getou shrugged, naoya was the last thing on his mind. he simply wanted to get you home and heal your injuries. he would think about how he would retaliate against zenin at a later date.
“another fight, for another day.” he said simply
by the time getou teleported the two of you back home, you felt the exhaustion begin to take over you. you couldn’t even stay awake while he silently healed your wounds with his reverse curse technique.
once your body was free from any cuts or bruises, suguru carried your sleeping form to the bedroom. still not uttering a word—afraid that he would disturb you. getou tucked you into the sheets as gently as possible. with a solemn expression the man leaned down from his towering position above you and placed a kiss on your forehead before exiting the room.
it was an excruciatingly long night for the sorcerer. getou sat in the library for the better part of the night, nursing a short glass of whiskey. the man couldn’t get his mind to stop racing. plans for the future, guilt, and anxiousness clouded his senses. not only had you got hurt again, but another name had been added to the list of getou’s ever growing enemies.
if the man was to be honest with himself, he would admit that what he should be worried about was not what he was actually worried about. he should be making plans, communicating with his men, and moving forward with his plans to take out gojo and exterminate all non-sorcerer’s—but all of those thoughts were placed on the back burner of getou’s mind.
the core of his thoughts surrounded you. your well-being. your happiness. and your future together—with him.
he didn’t sleep a wink that night, having only retired to your shared bedroom when the sun began to rise. the feeling of weight shifting on the mattress woke you gently, and you greeted the man with a half smile. you were still tired, but not near what you would’ve been if getou hadn’t healed you the night before. for that, you were grateful.
your heart felt warm seeing suguru’s dark eyes stare into yours. in all honesty, no words had to be shared—sometimes you felt as if the two of you shared a telepathic connection. like you could feel what he was thinking.
getou hummed endearingly, pulling you closer to his large frame in the wide bed. you instinctively nuzzled your face into his neck and spoke into his skin, “good morning.” you whispered.
“yes, it is a good morning indeed.” he teased, smiling into your hair while reaching down to massage his fingertips into your ass.
“how are you this morning?” he questioned, still feeling worried about how you healed. you reached up to run your fingers through his hair, “much better now that you're finally in the bed with me.”
“and how do you know that i wasn’t here the whole night?” he asked through a soft laugh. you spoke in a sleep filled voice, “i can feel your presence, conscious or not.” getou quirked a brow, not knowing whether you were joking or not, but he didn't question you any further.
you clenched your thighs together beneath the blanket. remembering all of getou’s actions from the night before, elicited a primal response in your body. your grip on his black locks tightened, and you felt needier than you ever had before.
at that moment, close wasn't close enough for you. you felt an undying urge to be joined with the man lying next to you—not only physically but spiritually too. you kissed the soft skin on his neck, feeling his muscles tighten just below the surface.
so i’m not the only one that’s needy. you thought.
suguru’s palms gripped onto your ass tighter then, pushing your pussy against the cock that was growing hard beneath his pants. you smiled into his neck, hearing him groan at the feeling. you bucked your hips against him to tease him even more. knowing what you were doing, getou leaned backwards looking you square in the eyes with a fiery intensity.
“don’t start something you can’t finish, doll.” he warned. you gave the man a sly grin, “oh—don’t worry. i plan on finishing.” in eagerness, you didn’t allow getou the chance to respond. you immediately locked your lips onto his, and invaded his mouth with your tongue.
you could feel getou smiling into your lips as your tongues danced across each other with no grace or rhythm. getou was just as hungry for you, as you were for him. the man wasted little time in removing your shirt and immediately moved to play with your breasts.
you couldn’t help but buck against his cock once more, feeling his deft fingers play with your nipples in the way only his fingers could. getou reached one hand up to support your head, while taking in the lovely smell of your hair. he kissed you sweetly, from your earlobe down to your chest, all while still playing with your tits with his free hand—giving them each equal attention.
your breath grew ragged from all the sensations. your chest rose and fell deeply while suguru sucked on your breasts. his tongue swirled around your nipple with long languid strokes.
you whined, wanting nothing more than for your throbbing clit to receive the same amount of attention as your breasts.
getou seemingly being on the same wavelength as you, automatically reached down with the hand that was supporting your head to remove your panties. you wiggled your hips to assist him, and bit your lip when his hand tapped your hip signaling you to spread your thighs.
you immediately obliged, and threw your head back when the pads of his fingers touched your clit. you hadn’t realized just how deprived you were from his touch until you felt how your body responded to it. your whole body radiated heat, and you were fearful that you might cum too quickly from the feeling of his mouth lavishing your tits and his fingers working swift motions on your clit.
you clenched your eyes shut and gripped onto getou’s shoulder as you spoke, “please. ‘wanna cum on your cock.” getou knew you must’ve been close. just seeing you so flustered made him want to tease you even more, but even he was close to cuming just by watching your writhe under his touch.
getou pushed you onto your back, and hovered over your body from between your legs. his dark hair framed his face as he looked down at your naked body with his signature grin.
he reached down with two fingers to scoop up some of the wetness that was dripping out of your cunt and smeared it all over his hard cock. you bit back another moan at the erotic sight.
getou gripped onto the back of your knees and aggressively pulled your body across the bed closer to him. you stared up at him with your arms positioned above your head, eagerly waiting for him to move. the man’s smile grew wider, “you look so fucking pretty like this.” he shook his head, still in disbelief that he was able to experience you in such a way on a regular basis.
you moaned deeply, when suguru slowly pressed into your entrance. you were so ready for him that your cunt practically sucked him in. his head fell backwards for a moment, at the feeling of your plush walls gripping onto his cock.
“fuck it.” he mumbled, before gripping onto your hips and dug his cock deeper into you. your back arched off the bed, and you screamed out in pleasure. getou thrust into you repeatedly, hitting your g-spot at just the right angle. you couldn’t help it, heat pooled in the bottom of your stomach and your walls began to flutter around his cock with vigor as you came around him.
suguru moved quicker now, “fuck! so fucking good baby. your so fucking good.” he groaned as he removed one hand from your hip to work circles on your clit while his cock was still pounding you with speed. tears formed in your eyes from overstimulation, you were in a state of euphoria.
getou wasn’t far behind, his thrusts grew more ragged while you felt another orgasm coming. suguru encouraged you even more, “one more doll, ‘want that pretty pussy to cum all over my cock. just one more time.” his words alone were enough to send you over the edge for a second time. the two of you came in unison, getou leaned down to cup your face in his hands wanting to watch how your face contorted in pleasure.
wrapped in eachother’s warmth, getou wiped the tears from your face and finally allowed himself to fall into a blissful slumber knowing that you were safe and happy in his arms.
abducted
chapter thirteen
a/n: hi i’m back from hiatus sorry for the wait <3 NOT PROOF READ SRRY
tags: straight up smut minimal plot
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choso’s secret hideaway housed a most impressive sleep chamber for getou and yourself. considering that the whole concrete system of the underground base was cold and very wet in some parts. the room reserved for the two of you was significantly more cozy than the common area’s you passed through.
a large bed with small nightstands placed on either side sat in the middle of the room, with a fireplace forged into the dark walls just adjacent. you were sure that the space had to be the warmest in the complex. getou squatted near the fireplace. he was hunched over a small pile of fresh wood left in a small crate, seemingly very focused on starting a fire. you knew he was just occupying himself. he was angry, and you couldn’t blame him. you froze when he said that he loved you. you were confused enough as it was, your life had been turned completely upside down in such a short time, and you still didn’t completely agree with getou’s view of the world.
your words never came to you, even after the two of you entered your accommodation. you stared at his broad back while nervously chewing on the inside of your mouth. what could you say to fix this? getou has always held a special place in your heart, but you weren’t living in the past anymore and nothing could fix the pain you felt for so long after he left those years ago.
“i’m scared.” you blurted out. getou’s dark hair moved over his shoulder as he slowly turned to face you. he walked slowly towards you with intent and knelt between your feet. “say more.” he said, reaching up to grip your hands. tears pricked the corners of your eyes. he looked just like he did the day he left. his dark angular eyes never change. “i scared.” you began to sputter, “you can’t leave me again. i can’t go through that again. you don’t know what it felt like!”
getou didn’t hesitate. he gathered your weak body into his arms, and held you while you cried and shook. you sobbed into his shirt until it was drenched with the last of your tears, and eventually your eyes rose to meet his. he smiled slightly at the sight of your puffy face, and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “i swear to you i’ll never leave you again. my sweet sweet girl.”
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later in the night you woke to the sound of a crackling fire. you rose slowly from your place in the large bed, still feeling groggy from your break down earlier in the evening. getou carried you to bed afterwards and you quickly drifted off.
crying is really exhausting. you thought, while turning to look for getou next to you in bed only to find he wasn’t there. your brow furrowed, looking around the dark room still not finding the sorcerer. you followed a faint sound of water running to the on suite washroom, to finally find him in a steaming hot shower.
you quietly shrugged your clothes off, to sneak into the large shower. getou’s hands were placed firmly on the wall as water poured down his back from the faucet above. you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your breasts against his back. you felt his abdomen muscles stiffen for a moment and promptly relax once more, after feeling your familiar presence.
“your awake.” he said in a low gravely voice.
“i am.” you whispered, as he turned to face you.
he rested his hands softly on your hips before he spoke, “how are you?” he looked at you with the same concerned eyes as he did earlier in the evening. “i’m better now.” you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your wet bodies together.
getou dug his face in your neck, while his cock grew heavy pressing hard against your skin. “is it true?” you questioned softly in his ear. “is what true doll?”
“you said that you loved me earlier, is it true?”
he was quiet for a moment. your stomach grew tight waiting for his answer. “it’s true. i love you.” his hands slowly moved up from your hips and to your breasts. his thumbs grazed both of your nipples, causing you to jump from the sudden stimulation. “i always have.”
his response caused a small gasp to escape your mouth. your feelings for him had always seemed one sided ever since you met him. his fingers continued to tease your nipples as he continued, “and i’m sure i always will.”
at this, your body felt reinvigorated. this time it was you who initiated a passionate kiss. you grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his. getou’s lips invited your tongue in, while you ground your hips against his hard cock.
the two of you moaned into each other's mouths when his fingers moved to circle your clit. in a faze you broke the kiss to work smooth up and down motions against his cock with your hand. “fuuckkk” he hissed. you circled your thumb against his sensitive tip, while still rolling your hips against his deft fingers.
a small growl broke from getou’s throat. he unceremoniously lifted you up into his arms and pressed your back hard against the tiled wall. the two of you were so hungry for each other, it seemed like you might burst if he didn’t fill you up fast enough. getou’s strong arms held you up as the two of you leaned in for another kiss, only for it to be broken by getou once more. “i have to feel you right now.” he breathed harshly. you simply nodded your head before his cock slid deep into your core. you moaned into his neck while holding on tight so he could pound deep into your cunt.
“fuck baby you feel so good!” getou moaned while his hips slammed into you. the feeling of his cock pounding against your g-spot caused you to clench around him. your body temperature grew hotter and hotter at the approach of your impending orgasm. “that’s it doll, want you to cum all over my cock.” you gripped his long hair at his words and grit your teeth at the feeling of your cunt growing tighter against his cock.
you screamed in the shower as your orgasm came rolling over you. your vagina pulsated feverishly over getou’s cock. he began to drive deeper into your overstimulated cunt. his hair fell in loose locks over his face while he moaned, “want me to fill this pretty pussy with my cum doll? huh?” you wordlessly nodded your head as your second orgasm built up. getou gripped your ass tighter while sliding in and out of your swollen pussy.
“w-want you to cum with me okay?” he said looking deep into your eyes as he drove deep into you. you nodded again, unable to form a proper sentence. after a few more pumps you felt your walls growing tight once more. “that’s it doll, you're so close. you're doing so good for me.” the two of you moaned deeply as you simultaneously came at the same time.
getou continued to hold you in his arms, while the two of you came down. your fingers intertwined with his hair as you spoke, “i love you too suguru.”
in the mood to write stalker getou
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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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