𝒩𝒪𝒪𝒦𝐼𝐸.

warnings ౨ৎ 2.7k. fem!reader, lowercase intended, cunninglingus/face riding, cottage core au? + getou’s a farmer, missionary in da kitchen, praising ofc, exhibitionism, jealousy, possessiveness, getou’s kinda rude, sub / dom dynamic, established relationship, rough play, m oral, impact play, unprotected, pet names ex. [ baby, sweetheart ], minors aren’t welcomed! comments and reblogs are appreciated! ♡

getou doesn’t appreciate that you aren’t greeting him with his usual kisses after you raise on your tippy toes to smooch him after he comes home from a long day of churning butter and tending to livestock. it doesn’t make him happy to know that you’re not tending to his attention and rather giving it to another man after he strolls through your large kitchen, that he built for you, to head into the back of your farmhouse to find you giggling and conversing with the new gardener. a gardener that you personally hired that he had yet to meet.

he could smell the pan of shepherds pie and cornbread in the oven, ignoring the way his stomach growls hungrily and it quickly being consumed with irritation. you’re wearing your cute pink apron with tiny patterns of sunflowers and bunnies as you hold a woven basket of freshly picked strawberries the man before you tossed into. having a conversation about fucking strawberries. he didn’t expect this man to be. . . of your type. tall, nice smile, good hair, makes you laugh a little too fucking hard. what about fruits could possibly be so fucking funny, [♡]?

“what a surprise,” getou’s voice is laced with annoyance, deep and causing the two to go silent as he makes his way down the steps to stand directly next to you. you blink, knowing your husband very well and easily you could tell he’s off.

“hi, baby! this is matteo, he’s our new gardener! we were talking a lot about the new setup i plan on having!” the smile on your face is pure, looking back and forth between getou and your gardener. “he just started today.”

𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟

SEMBLANCE WAS THE WORD TO DESCRIBE GETOU. his provision of love came in a various of ways—some of his feelings true, others a grey area. but the relationship he had with vice had been somewhat twisted, and it wasn't considered love.

at least that's what he thought towards the end of everything.

usually, starting off new came with perfect qualities. but ending up in the interestingly  haunting city of new orleans, that came with a surge of consequences. it all started off with a simple smoke, an inhale of toxins evaporating within the lungs of his body, only half of the gas being exhaled into thin air from the pen he holds. the tall man leaned against the wall of the school’s hallway, phone pressed against his ear as his long fingers toyed with the object in his hand. many people gazed at him—notes of curiosity or attraction, some hadn’t recognized him on this campus, nor had they ever seen a man with such a stringent face structure.

‘ HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A BLACK WOMAN SCORNED. ’

₊˚♱ a one night stand finds suguru getou awakening into a blood thirsty vampire. desperate for information on this newfound mystery, he pursues a woman by the name of vice persephome, whom he’s concerned over his magnetism towards. as secrets slowly reveal, getou finds himself falling into the involuntary trap of the persephome bloodline.

𑄽𑄺 pairing; vampire!getou x black!fem oc.

𑄽𑄺 genre(s); vampire, fantasy, erotica.

𑄽𑄺 playlist; link.

𑄽𑄺 contents; 20+, mature themes, lowercase intended, vulgar language, smut, vampirism, violence, murder/death, generational curse, drug & alcohol usage, original characters aside from getou + satoru, dom/sub dynamics, angst, humor, obsessive and possessive tendencies, + more warnings will be added later on.

INDEX.

part one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. eleven. twelve. thirteen. fourteen. fifteen. sixteen. seventeen. eighteen. nineteen. twenty.

CAST.

VICE PERSEPHOME

GETOU SUGURU

SATORU GOJO

ALANI HAZEL

ARDEN PERSEPHOME

REED ANGELO

© 𝑠𝑡4𝑟𝑏𝑤𝑟𝑟𝑦 + @thecoochiefairy all rights reserved. please do not repost, steal, or modify our work simply because it is ours. stealing isn't cute. we'll ruin your life <3

━━ 𝑘𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 .ᐟ satoru + getou.

━━━ ꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 .ᐟ ꒱ ; dedicated to my bestie bc she harassed me about a getou + gojo fic since i never continued impure :/ <3 @thecoochiefairy

their postures are statue-like once you step foot out of the bathroom, both men eyeing you from head to toe, getou instantly standing to his feet with clammy hands he rested on his hips. satoru remained seated, legs spread as he groaned and pulled at his soft snow hair. they were lost for words. while they were busy finding a bar to grab a drink at the mall, you wandered off in search of a lingerie set, finding a simple pearl white babydoll, sheer mesh bodice, an open flyaway back, and matching panty set. it made you feel pretty, so you wore it for them.

reply i will. 😌 18+

at first you think it’s a dream. a dirty, naughty dream. you know those sex dreams that feel a little too real? yeah, well, this was one of them. you thought the raven-haired hottie from physics class who always raises his hand when it’s time to partner up with you currently had the softness of your ass in his hands as your thighs lock over his broad shoulders as he laps his thick, saliva leaking tongue over your cute puffy clit. absolutely ravishing you on top of a sink in an empty classroom as you try your best to keep quiet. his eyes lulled and dark as his jaw moved with his mouth and he’s moaning in your pussy—until you wake up, sadly but not really.

you’re still moaning as you’re waking up, bucking your hips, gasping, and clasping onto the black shirt clinging to the body laying beside you for dear life. you scoot closer to that body, whimpering as his thumb rushes over your clit while the rest of his fingers are knuckle deep inside, slowly fucking them while his free hand held the back of your head to keep it on his warm chest. kissing your precious face all over. getou chuckles down at you as you make eye contact with him, completely forgetting that this man came over last night to study for an exam you two had—when? you can’t remember. you’re soaking his hand, his long black hair brushing over your face when he sits up which makes your upper halve fall to his side, your face to his hip as you still hold onto his shirt, keening and then screaming when getou traps your left knee in his hold as he thrusts his fingers visciously into you.

your entire body jerks, hiccuping and burying your face against the side of his stomach, trembling in his grasp, unable to move and loving every fucking second of it. you can hear how sloppy your pussy sounds as his palm continues to slap against the mound of your cunt while he drills his fingers in with crooked brows due to focus. he liked to pay attention a lot. observe and perform. it was his thing. after you cum, he’s tasting his fingers like it’s his breakfast, humming that it’s delicious, then pulling your limp body to drape back over his body and kissing your forehead.

“good morning, love. heard you had a dream about me. figured i’d make it come true.”

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

IMPURE ☆ getou + gojo.

★ 𖥻 synopsis. you have an unhealthy fixation on your new neighbor getou. although married, you can’t help your desires.

 ☆. warnings — 2.7k. pwp, fem reader, lowercase intended, black coded, husband!gojo, mechanicneighbor!getou, stalking, voyeur, birthday sex, intoxication, handjob, choking, finger sucking, oral ꒰ f ! ꒱ biting, minors aren’t welcomed ! comments & reblogs are appreciated.

☆. mocha’s note .ᐟ . . . i’m . . . in love with this lmaooo.

day, night, or midnight. his eyes are always on you. the new neighbor on the street who caught your attention the moment he stepped out of his all black chevy camaro. coming over and greeting him with a slice of chocolate cake and warm smiles from you and your husband. he found you enticing, the man introducing himself as getou, dauntingly sleek midnight hair cascading down his back, eyeing the veins in his arm he stretched out to give your husband a firm hand shake. he towers over you making you feel small, swallowing every time he side-eyed you while talking to your husband. every day he greets you with a wave of his rough hand and a smile. he's usually always wearing dark jeans and a white tank that's painted with dirt from his hands since he fixes cars daily. he's no stalker, but he can't grasp this fixation on you. once he becomes obsessed with something, he has to have it. no matter the consequences.