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the morning
choso x reader
tags: domestic! choso // fluff // smutt // heavy praise // nipple play // finger fucking // after care // no plot //
word count: 1.6k short and sweet
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choso was much more of a domesticated man than he let off. family was everything to himâand to him, you were family. someone he must protect with his life. mornings with you were something he wouldnât trade for the world, choso loved waking up to your face nuzzled in his chest. the sight of you in your peaceful slumber only reaffirmed chosoâs need to protect you. seeing you in your most vulnerable state elicited a primal desire from choso, he felt like his one mission in life was to keep you safe and happy.
you woke with a smile which he returned, kissing you on your forehead. you loved seeing chosoâs hair down in the morning, it was something you didnât get to see often, so you learned to relish the sight. you loved the way his black locks of hair framed his face, and you always felt amused seeing him get annoyed when random strands of hair fell in his face.
you let out a sleepy yawn, running a hand through chosoâs hair. he pulled your body closer to his, wanting to feel every inch of your skin pressed up against him. close never felt close enough for him, choso felt as if he wanted to be apart of you, the love he felt for you was all encompassing. it possessed himâmind, body, and soul. he felt as if his thirst for you was unquenchable. he could never get enough of you.
you threw a leg over his hip, savoring the feeling of the warmth radiating off him, âhow long have you been up?â choso placed a kiss in your hair before responding, âmm.. not long. i woke up just a couple minutes before you.â choso didnât like lying to you under any circumstances, but he didnât want to freak you out by speaking the truth.
choso had woken up well before you did. he was careful not to move, the last thing he wanted to do was disturb you. watching you sleep was the most peaceful thing he had ever experienced. the man hadnât known much peace in his life until meeting you. choso made you feel physically safe, whereas you made him feel emotionally safe. your presence alone, provided him with a sense of stability that he had never experienced before. you were the manâs cornerstone. his most cherished motivation. the source of his peace.
âyou're a terrible liar, you know.â you said, grinning up at the man. choso laughed, pulling your hips closer to his. you could feel his cock growing hard under his sweatpants, the feeling caught you by surprise. you didnât know the simple act of watching you sleep could elicit such desire from him.
âyou always could see right through me.â choso grabbed onto your ass, kneading the skin like dough as he pushed your pelvis hard against his own. the friction alone was enough to cause a strangled breath to exit your throat.
âyour just so pretty in the morning, baby.â choso looked down on you with admiration before locking his lips to your own. you didnât know if it was his words, or his blood connection cursed technique that made your blood rush to your clit. you ground your hips against his, in a desperate search of friction. there was hunger in chosoâs kiss, your tongues joined together in a passionate dance. you felt yourself grow needy, bucking your hips against his.
choso pulled away, leaving your lips swollen and wet. the man cupped your face with his large hand, dragging his thumb back and forth across your cheek. you looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. âcan i take care of you baby?â choso sounded like he might perish on the spot if you declined him. âbut what about you?â you looked down to his hard cock protruding through the fabric of his pants.
âi can take care of myself later, i just want to play with you all morning long. is that okay with you?â he sounded so sweet, asking for permission. you wondered for a moment about how you got so lucky. in that moment, you were reminded of how perfect choso was for you, and how perfect the two of you fit together. you thought maybe the two of you were made for each other, by some divine forces of the universe.
you could only nod your head, afraid of the possibility that you would choke on your words if you spoke. the feeling of pure love and lust filled your body. you couldnât wait any longer, you aggressively pressed your lips to his. choso didnât break the kiss when he turned you on your back, he slowly snaked his hands up your large sleep shirt to fondle your breasts.
choso moaned into your mouth when his hands connected to your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. you couldnât help but buck your hips against his once more, while warmth began to pool in your stomach. choso finally broke the kiss, grabbing the bottom hem of your shirt, slowly moving it upwards allowing the cool air to touch your skin.
âi need to see those pretty titties, baby.â he said, pulling the shirt up over your head and discarding it on the bed. the man took a moment to take in the sight of you as he kneeled between your legs. he spoke softly while his eyes raked over your frame, âso fucking perfect.â he moved down, taking one nipple in his mouth and used his free hand to toy with the other.
you writhed under him, moaning softly as choso made lewd sounds while sucking on your breast. you dug your hands through his silky hair as he rutted his clothed cock against your cunt. you felt like you could cry from frustration as you rocked your hips against him. you needed him to fill you up, desperately.
choso moaned deeply, feeling your wetness soaking through the front of his pants, âthatâs it baby, rub that pretty pussy up against me.â you gripped his hair harder, âchoso please, i need you.â choso wanted to tease you even more but he could hear the need in your voice, âwant my fingers baby?â you nodded your head. choso pressed two fingers to your lips gently, indicating that he wanted you to open.
you looked at choso with pleading eyes as you opened your mouth for him and wrapped your tongue around his fingers. his cock twitched from the feeling of your warm mouth around his fingers, but he didnât linger; he knew your cunt was in dire need of attention.
choso hummed with acknowledgment when he removed his fingers from your mouth, still playing with your sore nipple when he placed his fingers atop of your clit. choso moved back to watch the reaction on your face while he played with your pussy. his deft fingers were merciless as they worked circles on your clit, moving at a quick rhythm. choso knew your body so well, and he knew exactly how to move at a rhythm that was to your liking.
choso finally took his eyes off your pleasure-filled face to look at your soaking cunt, âmm.. such a pretty pussy.â his head was titled to the side watching your cunt, using his other hand to enter your cunt slowly with two fingers. you cried out at the sensation of suddenly being filled by his thick fingers.
choso groaned as he worked his fingers in and out of your velvety walls, still never letting up on his motions on your clit. chosoâs face contorted in pleasure. he was getting off to the sight of you getting off. âfuck, you donât know what you do to me baby.â you cried out, babbling his name over and over. your cunt tightened around his fingers, he knew you were close. incoherent words and moans continued to flow from your lips. choso looked down on you with loving eyes, âi know baby. i know. youâre almost there.â
chosoâs breaths grew ragged as he continued to pump in and out of your pussy at a rigorous pace. tears filled your eyes, you were so close that it was overwhelming. choso encouraged you while your walls gripped his fingers tighter, âwant you to come all over my hand baby.â his words came out half broken. choso was about to come himself, seeing your body so wrecked with pleasure.
you cried out louder as your walls fluttered around his fingers fiercely. choso still kept at the same pace, allowing you to get the full effect of your orgasm. he let out a heavy breath seeing you come undone, âyeah that's it baby, come all over my hand. you did so good for me.â
after coming down, choso gently removed his fingers from your swollen pussy, causing you to cringe from slight overstimulation. the broad man leaned down over your body, connecting his lips to yourâs. this kiss was different. it was slow, and languid. choso wrapped his arms under your form, flipping you over so that you were on top of his body straddling his hips.
choso broke the kiss, using his thumb to lift your chin, allowing him to get a good look at your face, âyou did so good for me baby, iâm so proud of you.â
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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 issacâs 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.
âoh please! ophelia itâs been ages since something interesting happened around here. you must tell me what youâve heard! thereâs no need to act coy with me. how long have we known each other again?â
ophelia let out a sigh for dramatic effect and met your eyes in the mirror, âsince 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.â
you couldnât help but pester your old friend, it was true what you said. father issacâs death stirred up all of styria, and with the news of the replacement priest arriving soon after the fact, brought pandemonium to the town.
âitâs unheard of really, how is it possible for not a single soul to know what the man looks like, or where he hailed from?â
ophelia shrugged her shoulders.
you rolled your eyes at her in the mirror, âwell letâs hope that his sermonâs are more lively than poor old father issacâs.â you said with a chuckle. ophelia pinched your shoulder and you shrieked in faux pain. âyou mustnât be so crass my lady.â she said, trying to conceal her own laughter.
âyou are a nasty little spinster, ophelia!â 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. âyouâre one to talk my lady, are you not almost a spinster yourself?â
you gasped sarcastically, âhow 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, theyâre all just interested in the fortune mother and father left to me in the will; iâd rather be a wise old spinster than a young wedded idiot.â
âyou have such a way with words.â 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 townâs folk stopped weighing on you not long after your mother and fatherâs 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 wouldnât describe it as such. the grey skyâs and chilly winds were all you knew. you hadnât 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 didnât matter much. you werenât much on religion anyways, you only attended sunday service to keep a somewhat decent reputation.
âmake haste!â ophelia yelled as she picked up her pace on the cobblestone street. your maid pointed to the dark clouds forming above the roofs, âa stormâs rolling in! we need to make it back before all this gets ruined!â 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 didnât 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 werenât 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.
âwho on earth would be traveling at this hour?â ophelia said from behind you. having not realized she was there, your shoulders jumped slightly in surprise at the sound of her voice. âand what is the hour?â you grumbled rubbing your puffy eyes.
âa quarter past midnight my lady, we best be getting you into bed now. for a proper rest.â
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 werenât 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 werenât 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 mustâve 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 wasâ-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.
âiâll bet you four shillings that this priest, is an old goose just like father issac.â 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 couldnât be bothered with gazing upon the boring faces of the congregation.
you couldnât blame him much, if you had features such as his youâd 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 hadnât changed a bitâno 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 sharedâbut it didnât 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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abducted
chapter thirteen
a/n: hi iâm back from hiatus sorry for the wait <3 NOT PROOF READ SRRY
tags: straight up smut minimal plot
word count: 1.3k
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chosoâs 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 areaâs 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 couldnât 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 didnât completely agree with getouâs 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 werenât living in the past anymore and nothing could fix the pain you felt for so long after he left those years ago.
âiâm scared.â you blurted out. getouâs 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. âsay more.â 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. âi scared.â you began to sputter, âyou canât leave me again. i canât go through that again. you donât know what it felt like!â
getou didnât 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. âi swear to you iâll never leave you again. my sweet sweet girl.â
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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 wasnât 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. getouâs 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.
âyour awake.â he said in a low gravely voice.
âi am.â you whispered, as he turned to face you.
he rested his hands softly on your hips before he spoke, âhow are you?â he looked at you with the same concerned eyes as he did earlier in the evening. âiâm better now.â 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. âis it true?â you questioned softly in his ear. âis what true doll?â
âyou said that you loved me earlier, is it true?â
he was quiet for a moment. your stomach grew tight waiting for his answer. âitâs true. i love you.â 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. âi always have.â
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, âand iâm sure i always will.â
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. getouâs 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. âfuuckkkâ he hissed. you circled your thumb against his sensitive tip, while still rolling your hips against his deft fingers.
a small growl broke from getouâs 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 didnât fill you up fast enough. getouâs 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. âi have to feel you right now.â 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.
âfuck baby you feel so good!â 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. âthatâs it doll, want you to cum all over my cock.â 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 getouâs cock. he began to drive deeper into your overstimulated cunt. his hair fell in loose locks over his face while he moaned, âwant me to fill this pretty pussy with my cum doll? huh?â 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.
âw-want you to cum with me okay?â 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. âthatâs it doll, you're so close. you're doing so good for me.â 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, âi love you too suguru.â
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i need to hold my sweet getou he did nothing wrong
heâs just a sweet innocent soul who occasionally murders ppl leave him alone!!!
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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 issacâs 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.
âoh please! ophelia itâs been ages since something interesting happened around here. you must tell me what youâve heard! thereâs no need to act coy with me. how long have we known each other again?â
ophelia let out a sigh for dramatic effect and met your eyes in the mirror, âsince 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.â
you couldnât help but pester your old friend, it was true what you said. father issacâs death stirred up all of styria, and with the news of the replacement priest arriving soon after the fact, brought pandemonium to the town.
âitâs unheard of really, how is it possible for not a single soul to know what the man looks like, or where he hailed from?â
ophelia shrugged her shoulders.
you rolled your eyes at her in the mirror, âwell letâs hope that his sermonâs are more lively than poor old father issacâs.â you said with a chuckle. ophelia pinched your shoulder and you shrieked in faux pain. âyou mustnât be so crass my lady.â she said, trying to conceal her own laughter.
âyou are a nasty little spinster, ophelia!â 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. âyouâre one to talk my lady, are you not almost a spinster yourself?â
you gasped sarcastically, âhow 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, theyâre all just interested in the fortune mother and father left to me in the will; iâd rather be a wise old spinster than a young wedded idiot.â
âyou have such a way with words.â 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 townâs folk stopped weighing on you not long after your mother and fatherâs 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 wouldnât describe it as such. the grey skyâs and chilly winds were all you knew. you hadnât 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 didnât matter much. you werenât much on religion anyways, you only attended sunday service to keep a somewhat decent reputation.
âmake haste!â ophelia yelled as she picked up her pace on the cobblestone street. your maid pointed to the dark clouds forming above the roofs, âa stormâs rolling in! we need to make it back before all this gets ruined!â 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 didnât 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 werenât 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.
âwho on earth would be traveling at this hour?â ophelia said from behind you. having not realized she was there, your shoulders jumped slightly in surprise at the sound of her voice. âand what is the hour?â you grumbled rubbing your puffy eyes.
âa quarter past midnight my lady, we best be getting you into bed now. for a proper rest.â
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 werenât 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 werenât 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 mustâve 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 wasâ-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.
âiâll bet you four shillings that this priest, is an old goose just like father issac.â 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 couldnât be bothered with gazing upon the boring faces of the congregation.
you couldnât blame him much, if you had features such as his youâd 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 hadnât changed a bitâno 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 sharedâbut it didnât 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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abducted
chapter twelve
getou x reader
chapter eleven
wc: 2k
a/n: this is a plot heavy chapter yes i know we hate plot heavy chapters BUT IT MUST BE DONE
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ânon-sorcererâs can only exist in three states of being.â getou explained from his spot next to you in the bed. âconsumption, creation, and idleness.â he raised three fingers to represent each state of being. âthough consumption is the most common, being that your average non-sorcerer spends most of their day consuming content that someone else created. there is still the possibility of creation and idleness.â he pointed to the middle finger, âidleness is usually only reached when one is meditating or sleeping.â
you continued to listen intently as he lowered his hand, using it to pull your body closer to his. ââbut sorcererâs have the ability to tap into a fourth state of being.â you perked up, having never heard of such a thing. in all your years of sorcery education you have never heard of a fourth state of being.
he continued to elaborate, âsorcererâs have the ability to tap into the void state. this is not to be confused with idleness. existing in a state of void allows for a curse user to tap into an innate source of power that cannot be obtained otherwise.â
you nodded your head slightly starting to understand where this speech was leading, âso this is why you think non-sorcererâs are subhuman? because they canât tap into the void state?â getou chuckled, âwell itâs one of many reasons, yes.â
you turned over in the bed, having grown tired of the conversation. noticing your frustration, getou placed a light hand on your hip and spoke softly into your ear. âwant breakfast?â you silently nodded your head in response. his hand moved to give your ass a final squeeze before he crawled out of the bed. âso pouty.â he said before exiting the room.
your so-called pouty demeanor stimed from your ever conflicted mind. you were still having a hard time coming to terms with the recent events. so much had happened in so little time, and every moment spent with suguru challenged your former beliefs of the jujutsu world.
your irritation seemed to melt away after a hearty breakfast. over the course of your stay in what now seemed to be equally your home as it was getouâs; you took notice of how mornings were suguruâs favorite time of day.
the house spirits took care of everything around the house, except cooking. the act of creating a meal from scratch that could nourish the body was always a calming practice for the experienced sorcerer. your presence being added to his typically lonesome mornings, gave him even more reason to put extra effort into whatever he was preparing for you.
after watching you clear your plate clean, the man smiled at you as he leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed comfortably at his chest. he wondered if every morning could be similar to this one.
you were wiping the crumbs away from your lips when you took notice of suguru staring from across the kitchen, âwhat?â
getou pushed off of the counter and smiled as he walked towards you. ânothing. nothing at all.â he chuckled. it amazed him how you were so blind at how much he enjoyed your presence; how much he loved it in fact.
your body almost melted into the barstool when getou moved behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, and spoke into your ear. it didnât matter how often his fingers touched your body, or how frequently you heard his voice speaking softly into your ear, it was a sensation that you were sure you could never get used to.
ââwanna go get dressed, doll? we have a long day ahead of us.â you turned to face him, âand what am i getting dressed for? another one of your field trips?â getou hummed into your hair and gripped onto your waist tighter, âwe both know i love a good field trip. thatâs why iâm taking you to see our little soldiers. i want to see how much progress theyâve made since we got them out of that temple.â
you almost felt guilty for a moment, with your recent run in with naoya zenin you had forgotten about the sorcererâs the two of you liberated from the cultist ritual. after they were sent to be trained with getouâs men, all thoughts of the group were put on the back burner of your mind.
you shuffled out of the chair and getouâs grasp, to go ready yourself for the day, but before exiting the kitchen you turned to face the raven haired man, âyou know i was planning on spending another day with you in bed, but i guess iâll let you take me on one of your little excursions.â you said teasingly.
you were halfway down the hall when you heard a deep voice call out from the kitchen, âdonât tease me! you know iâll make you pay for it later!â
iâm counting on it. you thought.
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an underground complex beneath the streets of tokyo was not what you were expecting to see when getou said you would be going to check on his potential army of sorcererâs. it took your eyes a moment to adjust to the dark surroundings of the concrete complex where the two of you teleported.
getou acknowledged your confusion, âitâs safer for them here. an underground facility like this can keep out any potential intruders.â you nodded at his explanation, and let him guide you down the dark hallway.
the two of you followed the dim blue lights that lined the concrete walls that eventually led to a large door. getou typed a short number sequence into the pin pad attached to a panel on the door, causing it to slide open quickly with a hydronic hiss.
the cold silence of the hallway was quickly washed away when you laid eyes on the scene playing out past the entryway. the door led the two of you into what looked like a huge communal living space. a large square in the middle of the dome-like space was being occupied by many people participating in various activities. some were sparring, while others looked to be sharing food and chatting.
you gripped onto getouâs hand when you realized that you recognized who the people were, they were the sorcerers that you saved. it took you so long to realize this fact because all of the people looked much different from when you had first met themâthey looked happy and healthy, no longer scared and frail.
getou turned to face you, noticing your awed expression, âthey all are doing much better now. all thanks to you.â his words snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to face him with wide eyes, âthanks to me?â you questioned. âyes, it was you who sprang into action that day. it was you who decided to save them.â
before you had the chance to respond, an unfamiliar face broke free from the crowd and approached the two of you quickly. you eyed the unusual looking man as he approached. he was a tall man with a long black stripe covering the bridge of his nose and both cheeks and two spiky buns in his hair. he wasnât the most conventional looking person, but he carried a warm aura around him.
getou smiled at the man, and let the stranger pull him in for a hug. you arched a brow at this, having known that getou was never much of a hugger. even with his closest friends. âhow are you doing choso?â getou asked. âiâm doing just fine brother, and so are the rest of the family.â he said, motioning to the room of people.
this guyâs really family oriented. you thought.
getou hummed, âgood. good.â getou then turned to you, âchoso, iâd like for you to meet myââ silence filled the air as getou wondered how you should be introduced. weâre you his girlfriend? his captive? his partner? he didnât know.
you took initiative by cutting getou off and reaching out to shake chosoâs hand and introduced yourself, hoping that he wouldnât notice the previous awkward silence.
choso looked at you with an admirative smile, âso youâre the one whoâs responsible for these people being able to live another day.â you blushed, having guessed that getou relayed the story to choso. âguess so.â you laughed uncomfortably.
it was getouâs turn to but in for you and redirect the conversation, âthatâs why weâre here choso. we need to discuss just how ready this lot is for war.â chosoâs expression turned soloum.
âso we have a war on the horizon.â he turned and motioned for the two of you to follow. âweâll need to talk more in my private quarters. follow me.â
getou and yourself were led into another room lined with concrete, except this one was smaller and clearly set up to be an office space. choso sat behind his desk and invited the two of you to take a seat. choso leaned forward and laced his fingers together on top of the desk, âso, how much time do we have?â
getouâs brows furrowed in thought, âthereâs no way to be sure, but we know that gojo is working with naoya zenin. naoyaâs only in it for the money, but this is personal for gojo.â getou turned to face you, wondering if this was a good idea letting you in on this conversation. neither one of you talked about it, but you both knew your feelings for gojo were still convoluted.
choso grumbled, âthey arenât ready yet. some of them are younger than the others and still arenât even up to a grade four. i need more time to train them. if they go into battle now, they would be as good as dead.â he said frankly. you shifted uncomfortably in your seat at the thought of all those people happily eating, talking, and sparring being led to their deaths.
getou sighed, âwell, in that case weâll have to expedite the process. weâll help you train them.â your neck shot to the side to meet getouâs eyes and quickly cut him off, âwe will? and when did you plan on discussing this with me? i donât even know if i want to be involved in this so-called war, much less train an army of sorcererâs.â your voice came out smooth and even, but the men could see the icy glare in your eyes.
choso cleared his throat awkwardly, âi will let you two have some privacy. iâm needed in the training square anyways.â he said, quickly ushering himself out of the office, leaving you and getou alone. when the door clicked shut you let out a huff and stood. you couldnât help but pace about the room, confusion and irritation took over your train of thought.
getou finally broke the silence after deciding that he couldnât bare to see you make another lap around the office, âiâm sorry.â he said lowly. you stopped in your tracks. âwhat?â
getou stood from the chair and made his way towards you. he placed his hands gently on your waist, hoping that it would ease the anxious tension in your body. he peered down at you for a moment with caring eyes, âi said im sorry.â you let out another tight breath at his words, feeling the knot in your chest release. it never did take much for you to forgive suguru, you would probably never lose the soft spot that you had for him. no matter what the circumstances were.
he continued, âi shouldnât have volunteered for the both of us before talking to you first. itâs just that weâre always on one accord with each other. i just assumed that you would be okay with it; i assumed wrongly, and for that i am wrong.â
you pressed your forehead to his chest, letting him embrace you fully. âiâm just still so confused about all of this.â you spoke with a muffled voice into getouâs shirt. he placed a kiss into your hair, âi know doll, iâm sorry. iâll try my best not to place any more emotional burdens on you. i promise.â
his hands left your waist, to cup your face in his palms. âi love you too much to be the main cause of your stress.â his words rendered you completely speechless.
love?
your brain seemed to lose all processing power and you had no time to try to think his words over, before his lips connected to your own initiating a kiss that felt like exactly that. love.
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sorry for the wait
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one thing about me isâŚ. iâll always come back to levi
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your fictional significant other always feels conflicted..
sometimes they want to lock you away in a tower somewhere so that youâll always be safe and protected from the world
and other times they want the whole world to see you, to know you and your greatnessâand know that all that greatness belongs to them
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