#yandere suguru

[xoxosleepyhead]

The one-shot is on its way!

The less words there are the quicker I can get it done, but there will be content so please know if you want the 2k word option, it will take time to happen.

On another note, which characters should be in the one shot?

Yandere JJK X overpowered reader

Reader is a clumsy idiot, who has no idea how her powers work and how she could use them. BUT she gets random visions of the future and attempts to save everyone she can. She ends up saving people, but attracts everyone to her. Like sukuna thinks your powerful and wants to keep you to himself, Gojo wants to lock you up so you don’t get corrupted, Kennan just thinks your oh so interesting! And wants to keep you in a tiny vial.

I’ll expand on this more at 100❤️

[kekewrites]

Tw. Bimbo reader, dark content, noncon, dubcon, corruption kink, coercion, creampie, size kink, magic sex toy/onahole/fleshlight, loss of virginity, not proof read

***

Thinking about being a childhood friend of a yandere duo.

You were just so friendly and cute, approaching them with candies in your tiny hands and offering it to them. So kind as you always play with them, and sometimes they would argue who'd be your husband when playing house. They often fought whenever they wanted to play with you but in the end, it always results to sharing you.

Middle school was a little different than Kindergarten. They get more protective when boys try to get close to you, painting them as insufferable brats that only want clout. Being neighbors with the wealthy kids, got you too much attention much to their liking, often getting bullied whenever you finally have some alone time, but this didn't get unnoticed as you wonder why that kid who pushed you on your locker, suddenly have bandage wrapped around his head and his reputation down.

Highschool is where the shift started. You wanted to explore more, finding new friends, and hanging out with other people, and they did not like that. You were just too dumb, they said. Too dumb to realize people manipulating you so that they can get close to them. Do you even realize that the girl from your class only talks to you about them? Dumb girl.

Safe to say, you never had a genuine friend in high school, not like you even had chance to form a deep level of friendship (by people who genuinely wanna be friends with you) by the way they hog all your attention and time.

College is where it gets difficult for them to spend time with you. Different schedules, classes, course. They even insisted you go to the same university as them. It's frustrating how little time you spend together, always with your stupid excuse of "working on an assignment".

Without you around, they definitely have a hard time relieving some tension. They couldn't just walt into your room and steal some panties scoot free without getting into trouble, even though they were star students and had plenty influence over the school. No, no, they won't put their reputation to ruin, they're your perfect best friends.

Despite them being a duo, they were quite different in terms of personality. One is patient and mature, thinking logical and more on the rational side. While the other is playful, outgoing and rash. Both have their charms that got everyone around their fingers. However, they wouldn't sleep with just anyone, no. It's hard to get their dick hard, always imagining your cute face whenever they try to fuck a desperate bitch to finally release some tension.

But your impatient friend had enough of some random girl, high pitch moans that's not yours annoying his ears. It's miserable to even hump his own hand, so hard and cold, different to what he imagine your tight warm cunt to be. This just won't cut it. He needs more, to finally feel your wet insides without you knowing.

So what's a good way to relieve tension?

Some good ol' fleshlight.

The moment it arrived at his doorstep, he straight up bolted to his door. Slamming the door close as he finally gets his hands on the toy after days of waiting. Fuck, he can't wait to use this thing.

It's like the half body sex toy he used to watch in porns. He was quite impressed by the details it had, he gotta give props for that, but that's not what he's after for. After reading the instructions, more like skimming and skipping most of the words. He use lubricant, using plenty of it and spreading it around the artificial pussy lips. Rubbing and feeling the flaps, like how he usually does. It's kinda weird that he's doing this for a toy, but he could just imagine it being your cunt, practicing his moves. After a few moments did he slide his thick finger inside the walls of the toy... How weird, the texture was oddly real, like it was alive. Well, that's probably some mechanic shit that the factory put there or something. This is his first time using a fleshlight and it cost a fortune through some sketchy website so it better be worth it.

***

You jolted in your sit in class, listening to your professor's discussion about physics until you suddenly feel something brushing on your thighs. Your head panning around the room before looking ahead, brushing it off. It was probably the wind.

You yelp when something began rubbing your cunt, earning a few concern looks for you and your professor glancing at you before going back to his discussion. You shrink in your sit, head hanging low as you pressed your lips together. Confused and scared by the phantom touch assaulting your nether region. Clutching your skirt, you try to maintain confused whimpers as the touches didn't stop.

You're scared.

The moment something pushed inside you, you stand up and excuse yourself, running to the nearest restroom. Your feet quick as you open a random stall and sit on the toilet. Your breathing heavy as you shakily lifts your skirt, looking at the wet patch on your panty.

What's happening? Why are you wet? How can something touching you there? You're not imagining this, right?

Your mind raced as you become more terrified. Is a ghost haunting you? Tears pool on your eyes, sniffling as the assault become more aggressive.

***

Fuck, this fleshlight was the best thing he ever bought. How was this even made? Whatever. He continues to pump his thick finger, inserting another one and he jump a bit as he felt the walls suck on his fingers. Damn, it can even do that? Just how realistic can this toy be? He's not complaining though.

He decided to touch the clit earning another tight squeeze. What a sensitive toy. He continues to play, eventually adding another finger. It was weird how the warm walls didn't run out of lube, if this were any normal toy it'd need to be lubricated after few minutes but this toy seems to produce it on its on.

He pulls out his fingers as he inspects the inside, it's undeniable that it's fake but the way it pulsates around nothing makes it a bit questionable on how it works.

Would your cunt also look like that? He could imagine your wrecked heaving face after fingering you. Poor little you never had something inside, let alone this thick fingers. He couldn't wait for the moment he'll ruin you.

***

You're straight up crying as an additional thick sensation pumped your insides. Squeezing your thighs shut, like it's gonna do something to stop the phantom. Everything inside you screams to remove the intrusion but you didn't know how. Opening your legs slightly, your shaky fingers removing your panty to see what's happening inside your cunt... but nothing was there. Only a gape.

Your fingers shifts towards the gape, gasping as the invincible touch was able to touch you yet you couldn't even see or feel it. Squirming uncomfortably, as you open your legs more to try and get "it" out with your fingers. Uselessly grabbing air, whimpering and sobbing as you fail to interrupt with its continuous pumping. Your stomach twisting and an unfamiliar coil was starting to unravel, your breath hitching and legs shaking.

But it's abruptly stop as the phantom pulled away.

Finally, relief and a little bit of disappointment fills your chest. Slumping on the toilet, panting like you run a marathon. You shift a bit as you sit upright, freezing as something thick pokes your entrance.

No way...

Your brain panics, your gaze staring at the way your hole widens and your legs subconsciously spreading more to prepare yourself for the inevitable. You clutch the wall of the stall, each hand gripping the surface. Tears streaming down your face and your cheeks getting hot.

This can't be happening.

You felt the thick thing stretch you open.

***

Something about fucking a fleshlight should embarrass him. But nah, with you in his mind there's nothing to be ashamed. This is just practice to him after all, he'll do this things eventually.

With his heavy cock around his fingers, he taps the opening of the fleshlight. His other hand grips the hip. Rubbing along the slit, he collects lube running on the head of his cock, catching the clit in the process. He lets out a breath, as he finally starts pushing his cock inside.

He's quite big, so he's a bit worried if he'll fit in some shady toy but he's sure he'll fit in you just right, even if he had to force himself in your tiny cunt.

But there's no need for consideration when it comes to a toy.

He sheath inside in one thrust.

Hissing at the way the walls clings to him, tightly wrapping around his cock and pulsating as if rejecting a foreign object. Shit, why does it feel like a virgin?

Warm, wet, and tight. The perfect toy pussy for him, this could even rival a real pussy if he were being honest. No time for adjusting as he starts to thrust. Pounding the onahole, roughly gripping the hips and fucking hard. Shit shit shit why does this feel so good? This stupid toy feels a whole lot better compare to a random slut.

His hips going hard and the way he feels the inside pulsating, sucking all his worth making him groan. Such a tight fake cunt.

He wonder if he can break the toy.

***

With a silent scream, your head jerk up as the big stretch was too sudden for your body to take. Legs wide open as you try to create space for the large object. You sob as quiet as possible, as the phantom starts pounding hard at your sensitive cunt. You want to scream but held back, tears blurring your vision as you pray for it to end.

Whimpering and sobbing was the only thing you can do. Waiting for the thrusting to stop, you teeth bite your lip to stop noise from escaping. It doesn't sound like you at all, it's weird, you're scared and confused.

Your mind tries to think of a distraction, to think of anything but the mysterious assault. How is this even happening? What did you do to deserve this? Why you?

Your breath hitched as you feel the tight coil in your stomach again. Moaning a little as you feel pleasure rising though you. Your hands clasp over your mouth, muffling your noise. You shake your head as the coil gets tighter and tighter, your legs shaking as you stutter words of apology to whoever's doing this.

And it snaps.

Your vision going white, body stiffening and eyes going into the back of your head.

Ah. You never felt this... good before.

It takes you a few minutes to recover. Your limbs feel like jelly, your chest rising up and down in a slow manner, and you greedily gulp air.

You were tired and exhausted but you were glad the assault has stop after that. You groggily starts to lift you panty's up however you felt something dripping down your hole.

... you wonder what it was.

***

After that day, the mysterious phantom would touch you at random times, when you're showering, classes, or even in bed late at night. It was torturous, you were becoming paranoid and it didn't go unnoticed by one of your best friend.

He's helping you study in the library as you'd ask him for his guidance in physics. You would've asked your other friend, but you can just imagine him play with your hair or something along of not really helping you study.

You're breathe hitch as you feel the phantom ghost rubbing your cunt. Shrinking on your sit, uncomfortably rubbing your legs.

"Something bothering you?" He ask, looking a bit concern of your shiftiness.

"O-oh, it's nothing. Just a little tired lately," You reassured, smiling as you pretend to be fine.

His sharp gaze examined your face before dropping the subject, deciding to just help you study.

"If you need something to talk to. I'm right here, ok?"

You smiled forcefully, "I-I will... Thank you."

***

You could never bring yourself to tell someone about it. No one would ever believe you.

You're laying in bed waiting for the phantom, already memorizing the way it'll touch you. You brace for the touch as you can't help but feel helpless. Are you going to live like this your entire life? You don't want to...

But would someone be willing to listen to you? To believe you? You don't wanna bother your best friend, you knew how busy he's gotten the recent days and you're doubtful that he'll even listen to your story when he's the rational one. That means...

Your thoughts were interrupted by the intrusion as you clutch your pillow and close your eyes. You're panting as the phantom starts its routine.

You're scared... You're scared that it's starting to feel good.

No. You don't want to be alone anymore on this.

You need help. Badly.

You shakily gets up from bed, putting some jacket on as you heads towards someone who can help you... At least you believe who will do.

***

"Oh? What's my little darling doing here at this late of night?" He grins as he opened the door with the sight of you.

You fidget with your jacket as you feel small under his gaze, "P-Please help me."

He raised his eyebrow, his grin replacing with a thin line. Yeah, he's playful but he'll never joke around when you're having a problem, "Come inside, we'll talk there, sweetie."

Sitting on his couch, you took a deep breath as you prepare to tell someone about this problem of yours. He won't make fun of you right? He won't be weirded out, right? He's a reliable person and your best friend.

He sits beside you, a serious and concerned expression on his face. It was rare to see him like this, which encourage you to finally tell him.

By the end, you were crying and hiccuping in your hands about the experiences you encounter with that phantom. Feeling his hand rub your back, cooing at you in comfort. He pulls your head to rest on his chest, telling you that everything's going to be fine.

You sob out a thank you, finding relief to finally get it out of your chest.

Unbeknownst to you, the man was smiling.

***

He didn't know if God was on his side. But, he didn't expect this would happen.

Who would've thought that the toy he was playing with was connected with cute lil you?

He didn't believe it at first but the way you described the timing was too much of a coincidence. Sweet little thing, don't worry you won't experience any scary thing from now on.

"Sweetie, do you want me to chase that scary invisible phantom away?" He cups your cheeks in his hands, locking gaze with you.

You sniffle before nodding, "Y-Yes, please..."

He gave you a toothy smile before gently pushing you down on his couch. His fingers swiping away your tears, "Listen to me, ok? I need you to trust me on this." His nose touching with yours as he leans close.

"O-ok... I trust you."

Dumb little girl.

You shouldn't have said that.

Now you've sealed your fate.

***

He wonders what was going on with you back when he helped you study in the library. Something was very off about you, and you were clearly uncomfortable to brought it up.

He thinks of you very often even when he's busy and swarmed with school works. Sometimes, getting frustrated to even continue and wants to just go to your place. He massages his aching temple, resting on his chair before a box caught his attention.

Oh yeah, that stupid guy gave him that a few weeks ago.

He recalls their conversation about it, saying that it'll help him release some stress. Well, he's plenty stressed now so why don't he test it out now?

He saunters to the box, sitting on the floor to unravel it. Only to be surprised by the object inside it.

An onahole...

If he was his usual self he would've flung this across the room and throw it to the garbage bin. But sometimes he needs to be relieve as well, plus he's a man too,

He's not that picky too.

This'll do for him.

A temporary replacement while thinking of your cunt.

[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru

♡ TW: fear, prank, prank gone too far, dubcon-ish

♡ GN reader

“Haha, ‘Toru—nice try,” is all you say to the tall figure, having stood patiently in wait and perfectly positioned to do a jump scare with his silly store-bought Ghostface mask on.

You sigh and go back to your dealings, and he remains as if the gist isn’t up—ever-committed to the task as if you’re suddenly going to forget that it’s him. Like—of course, it’s him! Despite what the movies will have you believe, not a lot of guys have bodies like that.

If he was really committed to tricking you, he should have worn something baggier to hide his perfectly shredded chest. But no—he’s set on wearing his black muscle shirt—probably opting to make you both scared and horny at the same time.

You carry on with what you’d been doing—cleaning up the kitchen. “Oi, quit standing there already and come help me.”

He doesn’t. But that’s not unlike him—he’ll take any excuse not to do the dishes. And right now, the excuse is this dumb prank. But it’s your fault in any case—you’re the one that put him up to it by saying he’d never be able to get a rise out of you.

You sigh and scold yourself for being so short-sighted—should’ve kept my dumb mouth shut. Knowing him, he’s probably going to be this way all through October, the insufferable prick.

He still stands there. Silent. And still. Eerily unlike him. And almost, just almost, utterly unlike him.

But no—don’t be stupid! He’s the same height and the same build, for fuck’s sake! What are the odds of someone with the exact same measurements as your boyfriend breaking in right at the time he isn’t around in something so cliche and dumb as a Ghostface replica? No, it stinks of Satoru—it’s got his goofy antics written all over it.

You scoff again—a little winded this time, a little strained. You have to hand it to him—he is a little scary when he shuts up for this long.

“You can knock it off, Satoru. I know it’s you.” You face him again, hand on your hip, with a frown. 

You sigh again when he still doesn’t answer, insisting on his stupid tactic of psyching you out. And you’re getting pissed that it’s actually almost working.

“Ugh, you’re so stupid.” You start stomping over—aiming to rip that dumb thing off his head and point your death glare directly in his insufferable blue eyes—those insufferable blue eyes you’re actually starting to hope are under there more than knowing without a doubt are there for sure. 

“Tch—it’s insulting if you think some half-assed performance like this is gonna be enough to scare me. At least have the creativity to come up with something somewhat decent–”

You stop in your tracks halfway over. Hair is peaking out from under the mask. You hadn’t seen it from afar, matted against the black shirt he was wearing—but how could you? How could you when it’s not white hair?

You flinch backward. Stumbling. Assessing the dark, silken locks a second time before looking up at the mask again—that soulless white warped skull with pitch-black bottomless eyesockets.

You take another step back. Breath hitching in your throat when the figure takes a step as well—toward you.

Your heart flares. It’s not Satoru.

Eyes peeled, you feel the panic overthrow you in an instant—like a cold rush, reaching all the way into your bonemarrow, making it hard to move, hard to do much of anything without feeling vulnerable to what it might trigger.

But once the figure pulls his hand out from behind his back, brandishing a butcher’s knife that catches the light and glints in the air—you have no other choice but to run.

What a perfect fucking day to wear fuzzy fucking socks! Fucking October cold is going to be the reason you die—stabbed to death in your own house by some cringey Scream fanboy. No—this can’t be the end—not this way! Why isn’t Satoru home yet? Why can’t he ever be where you need him to be?

You make your way through the house—hoping to reach the door, but turning the corner has you slip and fall, and the intruder’s on you—knife raised, poised prettily in the air above your helpless body, clad in your tiny heart-print pj’s—like the perfect hot airhead in any slasher spoof.

You scream and squeeze your eyes shut, “No! No—please! Please! Satoru, help!”

And right as the knife is supposed to come down and puncture your chest, making it spurt out red until you finally bleed out, dead and gone, there’s a bang instead as two palms land flat on the floor on either side of your head.

Joined by a muffled voice, “Are yah scared yet?”

With your eyes wide open again, you look up at not one mask blocking out the ceiling light but two. And with all the pure alarm savaging your chest, you manage to let out a real horror-movie squeal—unlike a sound you’ve ever made before.

And then, of all things, there’s laughter—no, not laughter—straight cackling.

And—fortunately or unfortunately—you’re quite sure you recognize that sound.

The last one pulls off his mask, and you really can’t believe it—pretty porcelain face squished in amusement with tears of joy in the corner of his insufferable blue eyes.

That fucking bitch.

“You should have seen your face!” he chortles—downright heaves. But for all his handsome features, he truly must be the ugliest laugher there is. Or maybe it’s just that the bastard always laughs at your expense, and after one too many times, it’s left a bad taste in your mouth.

Still, you sigh, eyes closed in relief, “I hate you, ‘Toru. You took it way too far, you ass.”

“No, no, Satoru, help~” he ignores you and mocks in a high-pitched moan, showing not a sign of remorse—holding his hand over his stomach as he falls to the floor, struggling to leave room for breath between hooting and howling.

Your eyes go to the original perpetrator. “And you? You proud or what?”

The wearer pulls off its mask and is revealed to be none other than Satoru’s best friend—Geto.

Honestly, you should have fucking known...

“Sorry, hehe…”

You’re upset—you make that clear with your pout, giving him your best guilt-tripping look from where you rest beneath him.

But still, within, your heart eases at the sight of his kind face and that apologetic smile across it—ever thankful to see him and not the cold-blooded murderer you were convinced was going to kill you only a moment ago—even when pinned beneath him in a position that should be making Satoru jealous.

But your boyfriend couldn’t care less, it seems—too busy rolling on the floor and laughing out loud quite literally, even banging his fist against the wood. Prick.

“I’m gonna throw up–” you say as the nerves finally settle. “And when I’m done, I’m gonna kill you. Both of you.”

Geto seems to think that’s fair, still with that sheepish smile on his face, but Satoru is quick to interject—laughing fit over as he shakes his head, “Nuh-uh. You said if I manage to scare you once this Halloween, I’d get whatever I want.”

You swear he can be such a child sometimes.

Oh, who are you kidding? He’s always a child. It’s only surprising he’s managed to rope Geto into all this—a guy who’s usually so mature.

“I don’t remember saying that…” you sigh, laying the back of your hand atop your forehead, still calming your breaths and the pounding in your head—your body not yet caught up to the fact that it’s trepidation over impending death was all just some silly joke played on you by two idiots.

You can’t believe him—you can’t believe either of them.

“Fucking shit, Geto—I thought I was gonna die.”

He still hasn’t gotten off you—the look of worry on his face tells you he’s probably just wanting to stay close to make you feel safe. You appreciate it, though it’s a little awkward lying beneath him like this—it’s not exactly a position you share with just anyone…

“Honestly, I didn’t think it would work,” he says—eyes slim like always, in that charming way. “I always thought you were smarter than to fall for something this stupid.”

You pull a frown at that—taking it all back. He’s as childish and dumb as Satoru is. He’s just better at hiding it. 

“Oh, shut up—as if you wouldn’t scream if someone chased you down with a knife,” you grumble. “Now get off, you prick.”

You begin to lift yourself onto your elbows, yet despite the clear intention of getting up, Geto doesn’t budge to make it happen.

No, instead, he leans further in—fine-kempt raven hair slipping off his shoulders, falling with the same grace as a veil.

“I was told there’d be a prize for the one that got you to crack, and seeing as I’m the one that made that happen—I want it.”

You have to blink—blanched at the sudden demand.

Satoru, as well, a little stunned—looks wide-eyed at the two of you, upside down where he lies flat on his back, long limbs stretched out like a starfish.

“You what now?” both of you ask in unison.

Geto chuckles before repeating, “My prize. I want it. It’s only fair,” as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

Satoru rolls over onto his stomach to view you both the right way, pursing his lips in thought. “Hmm…” Hand on his chin as if it’s really something to deliberate when the dumbass very well knows what the two of you had bet on and how it very much isn’t a reward you can give to just anyone.

Yet, despite that. “Okay,” he agrees—as if it’s even up to him.

“Hold on now, wait a minute.” You intervene in the almost business-esque dealing they’d somehow held without you. "Not happening.”

“Why not?” they both ask, looking at you. 

And you can’t keep from gaping. The nerve.

Spluttering as you explain, “Because it’s—well, because it was a bet between me and my dumbass boyfriend, and it was very clear what the prize was gonna be, come winner or loser—so, sorry to break it to you, but there is no prize.”

But that doesn’t seem to deter Geto. “Oh, I think there is…” he all but purrs as he leans down further.

“Satoru already agreed. And you’re already on your back beneath me.”

His smile isn’t all so friendly anymore, and still… you can’t help but blush being caught beneath it, holding your breath with fear a little different from the one before but no different in how it makes your heart pound.

“So, if neither of you mind…" he grins slyly. "I think I’ll just take it.” 

♡ GOJO SATORU masterlist ♡ GETO SUGURU masterlist ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist

[aajjks]

Have A Baby By Me (m)

warnings: èxplïcït sèx, rïdïng hïs dïck, báby tràppïng, brèèdïng kínk, cöèrcátïôn, 18+ THÈMÈS, wràp ït bèfórè yôu táp ít, créàmpíe, yándèrè, èxplïcït thèmès, MDNÏ.

note: @looneybleus, I know it’s been so long but I finally got to finish this, forgive me if it’s shitty but I wrote this for you like you wanted 🥹🥹 ALSO SHARE FEEDBACK AND ENJOY! Ignore my mistakes. I’ll edit it later. I got sick. 💀♥️

note: Art by @/nada_ge on twt, this is not mine, cr to owner.

Geto just loves fucking you.

He loves being inside you, fucking you until his dick is aching and you’re full of his load. And now, he hates it when you’re on birth control,

He obviously hates wearing a condom.

And right now? He’s really fucking horny, he cannot stop thinking about fucking you raw, make you bounce on his dick the whole night and breed you like his little doll.

He’s sitting inside your shared bedroom, his shirt off, as he waits for you to finish changing, Geto is throbbing tonight, he will get a baby, he will make sure you get knocked up by him.

Because you’re such a good girl as well, Geto is so in love with you, he wants nothing more than to be with you forever and what is the best way to be with you forever than to have a baby with you?

He is waiting, eagerly. He’s freshly showered, his hair in a lazy bun as he stares at the LED. Even the TV is not interesting enough for him because he’s got some motives. He wants to fulfill tonight.

“Sweetie, where are you?” He suddenly asks, his voice a tad bit loud so you can hear him in the bathroom, he taps his feet on the marble flooring.

“Coming babe.”

He smirks, oh you definitely will be.

He smiles to himself, the thoughts only getting more intense in his mind, his patience is really wearing thin now you need to come here right now.

And it’s like God heard him because there you come all glory in pajamas, your face without any make up, but eyes freeze on you.

You are so beautiful, so pretty and so perfect, the sounds of your steps are enough to take his all of his attention.

“Hi princess.” Geto smiles lazily.

You give him your gorgeous smile, which makes you look 1000 times more pretty, and he pats his lap. “Why don’t you come here hmm?” He speaks in a low tone, his eyes filled with a haze.

A haze you recognize well.

You approach him, Geto wants nothing more than to feel your weight on him, he spreads his legs, “come on pretty girl.” He coos, you are definitely blushing now, as you slyly sit on his lap.

The weight of your ass on him is absolutely delicious, he groans. His arms immediately settling around your waist as he adjusts you.

“Better?” He questions, whispering in your ear like the good caring boyfriend that he is, you nod, and that’s when geto grabs your face and pulls you in for a slow kiss.

His lips move against yours, gently at first, as you register his advance, kidding him back, he enjoys and savors the warmth of your mouth on his.

The kiss only kicks away his sanity, oh he’s so horny. “Mhmm yeah, pretty girl, I really missed you today yknow?” He begins a decent conversation with you, after disconnecting your lips,

You begin talking with him, but all he’s focusing on is being inside you. “Hmm yeah, today wasn’t so eventful, anyways, yn.. let’s focus on the night shall we?” He caresses your face, his fingers tapping your cheek.

“You see? I’m really fuckin needy right now, I’m pretty sure you can feel it.” He winks, hinting at his boner pressing against your ass.

“You look so hot to me right now, please let me fuck you.” He pouts, his tone getting softer yet pleading, but his moves growing bolder, his lips find your neck, as he awaits your response, pressing open mouthed hot kisses against your neck.

He groans again as he takes in your scent, “mhmm fuck.” He moans, his hand sliding inside your shirt, his eyes darken when he realises you’re not wearing a bra.

He starts to tease your naked breast, “oh baby you’re such a naughty girl aren’t you?” His hips start to move, and that’s when you finally mutter a ‘yes’

Geto smiles wide, making you stand up as he immediately kicks his pants off. His muscular thighs soon unveil and throws the pants away.

“Straddle me.” Geto pushes his boxers off soon too, his hard erection painfully obvious, his cock hard and ready. “See that, ‘s all because of you.” He purrs.

“Come on baby ride me.” He takes your wrist and manages to lift you up by your hips, his fingers take off your pajamas and he practically rips your panties off, slamming you down on his cock.

And he cries out in pain, soon replaced by a sound of pleasure as he finds himself inside you, you moan in pain and surprise, “mhm fuck ‘m so sorry baby.”

He’s acting stupid right now.

“Fuck you geto ugh.”

“Yes please fuck me.”

He begs, his grip on your hips tightening as he waits for you to start,

A moan of ecstasy leaves his mouth as you begin to move, “mhmm oh fuck.” He’s always so vocal in the bedroom, he encourages you to go harder, faster.

“Please please please make me cum yn.” He whines, making your hips move faster using his hands to slam you down on his cock.

You moan, matching him as you both give into the pleasure, you settle your hands on his naked shoulders, Geto buries his head in your neck “oh baby mhm yeah please please keep g-going ugh.” He mewls, the feeling your hips slam down on him.

Your thrusts get more aggressive and it makes his eyes roll back. He’s going to cum soon, and inside you.

“Yn oh ngh- mhm.” He wants to kiss you so badly but his mind is frozen, too horny to actually think.

“My ugh- my love you always make me feel so good.” He kisses your neck, his tongue licking all over the skin, his hips bucking up, you keep on riding him.

You’re clenching around him so tightly it’s impossible to last.

“‘M gonna cum.” It’s all he says before he’s exploding inside you, his cum painting your insides white, his orgasm is strong and mind blowing.

The pleasure only intensifies more when he feels you cream all over him as well, you get so quiet during sex, it’s endearing.

His whole body is shaking as he rides the aftershocks, you both a panting mess.

He’s still inside you.

But what’s really got him panting is the knowledge that you’re not on birth control and you didn’t even realize that he just came inside you raw.

Geto smiles, kissing your neck again.

Soon, you’ll be pregnant because he will make sure.

“Oh you’re so good, mhm got me fucked up.” He moans against your neck. “We should continue this hm? This time I’ll be on top okay? I love you.”

Feeling satisfied and accomplished.

[appleblueberry-pie]

Explaining your First Love to the Yandere's

A/N: "The Yandere's", meaning as many yandere's i think I can characterize as yandere's as perfectly as possible without burning myself out. Also, are the pictures too much?????? Also, I couldn't find a good pic for Sugu without picking the one where he's literally going insane LMAOOO. Love how my semi-debut for my yandere characterization for him is shown w a not so pleasant picture of him(they're all perfect). Anyways, this is probably gonna be my most chaotic, yet organized, post about jjk ever. I have a solid plan and will go through with it. It's friday and this is me "letting loose" before the weekend. Also, the first love story will be pulled from my own experience. With multiple twists to it to make it sound as interesting as possible.

SCENARIO:

"Mmmm. I remember my first love." You hum in a pleasant tone as you start to reminisce events of who you first gave your heart to. "I loved him so much, it was insane. Because....we grew up with each other. We used to be like this." You twist your fingers together, smiling at him as you explain. "He was an embodiment of me, as I was of him. I don't remember a time we weren't friends. I think it helps to mention that our mom's were friends and they were neighbors. So....we've always known each other. He's a year older than me."

You two were out in the park on the grass. He suggested a little picnic together, hoping to bring you two closer so he could possibly make more moves to be more than a friend. But you were so oblivious to it, even going as far as talking of your first love as if you still missed this stupid asshole.

"I still miss him." You go silent for a few seconds and stare down at the checkered blanket, smiling. He gapes a little and resists the urge to scoff. "We both loved playing video games, we watched the same tv shows, went to the same elementary school....a lot of things happened between us. He didn't like me back, though. I confessed to him when I was 9 and he said no." You laugh. "But even then, I still loved him. I still feel it, too. For some reason, my love for others doesn't really go away. Just sits at the bottom of my heart to make more room for others."

You sigh and continue talking about the guy. "He just grew more and more....attractive as I grew up. I am pretty sure he's why I have my type that I have in men currently. He's very tall....a deep voice." You sigh, closing your eyes to remember. "Relaxed, closed off.....I heard him on the phone when our moms were talking a month ago. He sounds....so different. I don't even know what I'd do with myself if I saw him again." In real time, he watched you unravel slowly to show how.....inf*tuated you were with this guy. You were so focused on naming his qualities. As if you could picture him perfectly in your mind.

"I'm so glad we don't talk to each other anymore. I ruined our relationship. Said a few inappropriate things I shouldn't have said at the wrong time. I haven't spoken to him in....6 years. And I'd rather it stay that way, honestly. Because he's a rather boring person outside of his physical attributes. But I have attachment issues." You pick up one of the snacks laid out between the two of you. "Yeah. I'm done talking about him. I would rather not think of him anymore."

YANDERE REACTIONS:

Sukuna:

Sukuna was baffled. Anger, frustration, fear, and even jealousy kept his tongue from moving. He thought this moment wouldn't ever happen in his life. He thought this wasn't a possibility. Your extreme disloyalty to him was what made him clench his hands in anger. But if he rationally thought about this, you don't know. You don't know how much he loves you. How much the Ryomen Sukuna loves you. You were supposed to be his in all lifetimes. He felt like he absolutely knew you were pure. You smelled pure and your energy felt pure when he first met you. So why were you fixing your mouth to say such disgusting and unfaithful words to him as if he wasn't right there?

He wanted to ask you if you've been trying to give yourself to him like a whore, but he knew that was just him overreacting. He wouldn't ever say such things to you, anyways. He wanted to change for you and was trying, starting with these stupid little date settings he knew you loved. A fucking park. And here he was being stabbed in the chest multiple times without your knowledge of it. It was all your doing.

He might be human in this lifetime. He might be nothing but a mere human for you to toy with freely, and he would let you do it to him. But he would never allow a puny roach get in the way of getting what he deserves. He deserves you and he will have you, one way or another. And if that means cutting a small piece of your heart out just to keep the rest, then so be it. He can't have any piece of you in him. Just thinking about him makes another vessel pop in his body somewhere. He will kill this thing.

Kento:

Maybe he was overbearing. He really just couldn't help but feel insecure. There should be no real reason for you to bring up a man from the past. Someone that should clearly be out of your mind. Was he boring? What did that fool have that he didn't? And why did you mention it while you two were on this date??(It wasn't a date, but it felt like it to him) Maybe he was too plain. Men like him were just smokers and loners, of course you'd bring up someone else that can satiate your desire for real love. It's all because he couldn't. Not in the way you want to be loved.

But he knew, he knew that he was enough. He knew he was your type as well, so, what did you mean by he was the type you have in men?? What does that mean for him? Will you use him and throw him away? He doesn't want to be used and tossed out like trash. He wanted to be yours forever. He wanted to be your man. Your man. He wanted to be your lover, your obsesser and the one you obsess over, not that imbecile. He wanted to be skin to skin, he wanted to be under your skin, he wanted to make his mark on you and for you to do the same to him. He deserves your love. But here you are expressing it for another man you haven't even spoken to in over 6 years. He deserves that type of commitment, there's nothing he's done to deserve it this late.

"I love you." The words slip out like oil on water. And it makes his heart oh, so much lighter.

Suguru:

"Heavens. I'm glad you aren't talking with him now." Suguru chuckles and shakes his head, peeling off more strawberry leaves for you. "This is why." He points with the strawberry at the people walking past and then gives you the strawberry. "This is why I don't want you talking with them. They do this to hold you in their clutches, I've seen it." Suguru sighs as he recalls your story in his mind. Jesus, was it trying to hypnotize you? If so, it was working. No worries, it won't be around to mess with your mind much longer.

"They actively lie, they laze around, let their emotions control them, and then try to manipulate you to stay with them to be their stepping stool." He brushes your hair back neatly, and you scrunch your eyebrows at his words. "But I know you're better than him. Better than all of them." He calls out your name and stares into your eyes with a look that makes you flustered. What is his problem?

"You are the light. You are one of the most strongest and intelligent sorcerers I have seen of this time. You hold up your potential and continue to blow my mind with how beautiful your soul is. I am constantly drawn to you and your energy, I never get enough of it. I don't ever want to hinder you and I don't want anyone else to hinder your energy. That's why I will kill that filthy animal that tried to touch you." It's scary, the way he maintains eye contact with you and spits the nastiest insult about the man you once loved with your whole heart.

"I can't wait to get to know you better. You've been teaching me so much. Maybe you can tell me about your favorite nature spots and we can relax there whenever you're free. And sometime later, I could also take you to meet my family. You'll love my two daughters." He laughs lightly, knowing Nanako and Mimiko would adore finally having a real mother worth of raising them. Together, you and him would be unstoppable.

Choso:

Choso was finished with peeling the mandarin for you. You kind of were confused about how he went about doing this, though. Because all over his lap were the smallest bits of mandarin peels you've ever seen. But the mandarin looked perfect. He obviously took his time. He handed it to you softly, smiling. You accept it happily and begin peeling.

He was surprised he didn't rip the thing apart then and there. Maybe be should peel things more often. The way you so freely spoke about your love for another man when your soulmate was sitting right next to you, peeling fruit open for you was preposterous. He needed a hug. A lemonade, had to kill someone, something. But he stopped killing people for you(secretly), so he has to resort to acting like he's peeling off that devil's skin. Starting from where the shiny skin first shows. The first piece is always the hardest to pick off and it's hard to choose where to begin. But soon enough, the color underneath began to show. He slowly picked off every. Little. Piece. He heard a yelp of pain and cries of "sorry's" in his head for every piece.

Every single little piece made the air smell more and more sweet and tangy. The more you spoke, the faster he picked. The stronger the smell was. So citrus-y and delicious. It made him smile. He loved peeling this mandarin. Then picking off white strips connected to the mandarin itself, so that it was smoother and you had no access peel. Like veins, they came off one by one. He simply stared at it when he was done. Smooth, perfect. Scattered remains laying everywhere on his lap.

He's never felt this way before. What were you doing to him? What is this twisting feeling in his gut that makes him want to puke? Why can't he breathe? Why does he want to kill the kids and mothers at the playground not too far away? He needs you to calm him down.

He hates this park.

"Here you go, angel." He hands it to you, smiling. You looked a little confused at first, but then took it from him, opening it to take a slice. "Oh, this looks real nice, Cho. ......Why are you smiling like that?" He shrugs, picking up one of the strawberries you brought from your place. "Like what...?"

Toji:

Toji was silent. The awkward silence he was creating between the two of you made you nervous. He was sitting close to you, leaning over to you, his arm supporting his weight behind your back with your shoulder touching his chest. He was just staring down at the bowl of strawberries. ".....Toji?" Your soft voice made him sigh.

No, he couldn't do it. Killing you won't kill the pain and anger in his chest. This was probably the angriest he's ever been. He wanted to shout at you to apologize for how you were making him feel. But what he really wanted was to feel your lips on his and for you to shut the fuck up. For some reason, every time you open your mouth, it always ends with him degrading further and further off the side of sanity and just going completely ballistic.

You saw his hand on his hip. The hip that wasn't actually his hip, but was his gun he was resting his hand on. He would feel so much better if those shrieking rats would shut up. Fucking rodents running around you two freely like he wasn't about to ruin everyone's day.

He wouldn't say he was often traumatized, but he could've went his whole life without hearing that story. Now he has to find a random man and kill him for stealing your heart. I mean, the least the bastard could've done was reciprocate his feelings and not leave you feeling helpless. "I could treat you better than that dick." You flinch at his words before smiling, averting your gaze as well. "Oh....." He leans in closer to your face. "Where does he live, huh? Is it the prick with the glasses?" "No?" "The one you work with?" "I-I told you I haven't-" "Eh, whatever. I'll find him and kill him." He smiles at your bashfulness and grabs a few strawberries from the patch.

Sometimes he forgets you don't care much for how he says things. If the right message gets across, you usually don't mind how he says it. But he just blatantly threatened to kill him. You grab the leafless strawberries from his hands and begin eating. Nah. You were his, for sure. He sighs and lays down on the blanket, staring up at the blue sky.

Satoru:

Satoru nodded along with your words, his hands trembling. When you smiled, he did. When you sighed, he would, too. And when you finished your story, he had to swallow the thick bile in his throat. You were just....recalling old memories, that's all. Nothing else. He tried to focus on the grass blades he felt through the blanket. He tried to focus on the sounds of the kids running around squealing.

He watched you eat some of the cold grapes he brought you. They were big, and you praised him lightly for finding such a great batch. He nods quietly and stares down at his lap. Everything was fine. You were fine, and so was he. "Satoru...?" Honey dripping naturally in your voice makes his head turn automatically. The worry etched on your face made the strings holding his mind together break one by one. "Are you alright..? You're sweating."

Nothing was fine. He can't believe you just said that to him. Why would you..? Why did...? Why?.....wait, why?? Why??? Why why why why why why WHY would you do that? Why would you say that to him? He sacrificed so much for you. He killed all of the assassins that went after you when the higher ups found out about you and him getting closer. He paid off your parent's debt secretly. He paid your rent. He woke up early in the mornings to talk to you because he knows you like to wake up to see the sunset. He memorized all of your schedules when you have special weeks, special breaks, he memorized all days that you memorized, he knows what mattress you like to sleep on, he knows how you like certain foods to be seasoned, he knows your favorite weather and season, he didn't fucking learn all of this about you for nothing!! WHY don't you ever appreciate everything he's ever done for you? Why don't you notice him? Why don't you love him? He stalks you every day to understand the type of man you would want to live under your roof and be under your covers and that wasn't enough.

He's been so alone all of his fucking life. No one understood him like you do. He couldn't help but open his ribcage, breaking them off of his body to one by one to let you touch his hot beating heart with your cold fingers. He wants you inside of his heart forever and never let you go, can't you understand that? He hasn't slept in three days, predetermining what he was going to say to you during this picnic, and you tell him that?? Just fucking kill him. Kill him, kick his face, spit on him, ruin him like you're doing now. He clearly doesn't matter.

"Satoru??"

He's supposed to be the one you compare playing video games with, he is supposed to be the one you watch the same tv shows with, he was supposed to go to the same school as you!! His skin is on fire, he can't breathe, his mind hurts, the grass blades are irritating his skin and the children are making his migraine worse. Are you saying something? He can't hear you. His ears are ringing.

He wants to be him. He wants to rip open the skin and spine of the man who lived in your soul since the dawn of time and crawl into his body to experience what he experienced. He wants to do all of those things with you as kids and live with you, grow with you, let him be your infatuation. He wants to rewind time. He wants to die. He wants both of you to die and be reborn to be given a second chance he can never ever have.

"Satoru!"

Your face is twisted into heavy concern and slight fear. Satoru sat in front of you, staring at you. He hasn't moved in three entire minutes. His face was covered in bucket loads of sweat, his lips twisted into a tight smile that threatened to break into a million pieces. The corners of his lips wobbled as if he was going to cry, but his eyes were wide open and dry. His legs, arms, and back stiff as he sits in such an uncomfortable position, it had to hurt. You were scared for him.

Can he hear you? You slowly raise on of your hands to touch his cheek and he flinches under your touch, finally blinking. "Yes?" You purse your lips and bring out a cold water bottle from your basket. "Here, maybe you should drink some water." He takes the water bottle you dropped into his hand. "Thank you." He whispers and sighs, twisting open the cap. You watch him guzzle the whole thing in 5 seconds. "......maybe we should go indoors." He nods, closing the now empty water bottle. "Yeah. The sun is hurting my eyes."

No part 2's. Because I don't like continuing old plot and I love seeing people go crazy for me not continuing good content.

[asharasasylum]

♡ drabble Geto Suguru booklet - entry 1

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ warnings: non con. dub con. manipulation. drugs. fingering. smut. allusions to somnophilia. 18+

Thinking about best friend Suguru who only lets you smoke weed with him and doesn’t just simply share the joint with you. No, you have to do blow backs with him of course. 

It’s easier, way less harsher on your lungs, he tries to convince you before taking a drag of the already lit joint. 

You’re protesting saying you don’t want his lips pressed to yours, saying that you’ll be just fine taking a puff of his joint.

It’s in the midst of arguing when Suguru reaches down towards your lips. It’s perfect timing really, your lips are parted just enough for him to press his lips to yours and blow the smoke he’s been holding in for the last twenty seconds. You’re completely taken back by the action, not even really thinking as you inhale the gust of weed from his lips and hold when his thumb presses against your lips. 

“And breathe,” he says with a shit eating smirk, hand cupping your face. 

You can’t help but cough at the burn in your throat and Suguru simply chuckles at your reaction. Because it stops eventually, and after a few more blow backs with him, your lungs welcome the familiar burn instead of rejecting it. 

He does this for a while and Suguru can’t deny how much he enjoys it. His hand is wrapped firmly around the back of your neck as he practically holds you up. He bites his lips every time your eyes flutter at him, seeing the way you get really giddy as he takes a long drag from the joint in his hand. You’re so patient as you wait for his lips to reach yours again that he can’t help but tease you, leaning in just to pull back seconds later, watching the way you cutely pout up at him as he does. 

It’s not long before the weed takes effect and your body is more relaxed on top of his. You’re so out of it, that you barely notice his hand on top of your thigh or how the tips of his fingers are already underneath your pyjama shorts. or even the fact that the last few times he’s pressed his lips to yours, there had been no weed there. 

Eventually you’re completely  out of it, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and deeply inhaling his familiar scent while Suguru has his nasty way with you. 

It’s funny how oblivious you are to his hand slipping into your shorts or how you barely notice the way he’s got your shorts sitting half way down your thighs. You only seem to realise what’s going on when Suguru spits on his fingers, before sliding them up and down your folds again. 

You go to protest, opening your lips but all you manage is to whine out his name. It’s cute, how you struggle between gentle gasps and how your hand reaches down to push him away, only to fall on top of his wrist. 

He knows you’re trying your best to fight against this and he genuinely thinks it’s sweet how you didn’t see this coming all along. 

“I’m just taking care of you, baby,” Suguru whispers, eyes staring at where his fingers were getting lost inside of your walls. “Relax.” 

All you can do is whimper again as his fingers curl inside of you, or croak out his name as his thumb lazily drags circles into your sensitive clit. You’re overly relaxed, too relaxed as he stretches you out, slipping in a third finger. 

You’re probably clueless to what he’s saying as your gasps fill his ears, and you cum all over his leg. And yet he speaks anyway, telling you how stupid you are to listen to him and how you really shouldn���t let your best friend take advantage of you so easily. 

Once he’s done, he’s pulling your shorts back up, telling you to relax in a low hum as he sucks your juices off his fingers. You listen so well, your soft snores being heard almost instantly. 

Suguru already knows what he’ll say in the morning. How he’ll tell you it’s just two friends having fun and how he would never actually take advantage of you. He can already picture you nodding in agreement before crawling into him. How easily you’ll believe him. 

He has it planned out so well that he thinks he might just slip his fingers inside you again. 

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

All of your Time | Yandere Hybrid SatoSugu

The thing about introverts is that they need to recharge

They need time by themselves to be able to handle more interaction

They greatly value their lonesome 

Whether to enjoy their imagination without distraction or to put themselves nose-deep in their field of interest

They have a safe space – a time or place meant to belong to them and only them

It’s why you didn’t go out on the unplanned drinking escapade when your boss and his partner offered

“No, thank you I have something to do tonight.”

Unbeknownst to you, you smashed their hearts into a tiny million pieces with that polite sentence

Though it wouldn’t be the first time

The only time they could get you to agree was when they made plans with many of your friends at a significantly later date

They decided to be nice about getting your affection so why was this so hard

Why was it taking so long to get any of your free time

“Sugu! I’m tired of waiting! Why can’t we just take them now!?”

“We both decided to be patient with them…you’ve already said you didn’t want them to hate you. Right?”

“...Yeah…”

“So we’ll be taking the long way…for now.”

He says that but their patience is running thin

And like a starving pack of wolves, they need something

“Oh yeah (Y/n) kind of really needs their alone time.”

They decide to do some digging as to why this keeps happening

by they I mean Suguru eventually gets an answer from your friend

“They make plans with themselves all the time. Honestly, we’re just lucky the days we do hang out don’t fall on the dates they’ve already picked out.”

Why must their darling be oh so fickle?

They decide to go to their other plan 

One they’ve crafted after many trips with you home where they stayed 3 meters behind and you didn’t know they were there

Passing by an ally you always do stopping at a familiar sound

“Oh my! Two cute friendly kitties in one day? I must be dreaming!”

You aren’t and when you return home you’ve got two fluffy cats that refuse to leave your side

Finally the perfect turnaround of seeing you composed and restrained at work

Then seeing you fawn and coddle them when they transform into cats in your home

Suguru and Satoru had gained their wealth through several means

Privilege, hard work, physical prowess, and agility that made them a force to be reckoned with in the underworld

Suddenly their ability to transform into their ‘lesser forms’ comes in handy when they feel the need to have more of your time

This time when you cancel going out with them they’re not too hurt

Knowing you're already running back home to be with them

It’s the perfect little plan that lets them have see so much more of you:

“Awww my little Nightsky~your like my little guardian! Even when I’m in the bath you watch after me, thank you!”

The black, purple-eyed cat purred in contentment as you let your fingers massage the cat’s head. Readjusting your robe you slipped into your slippers and made your way to your bed. On your way, you lightly rubbed the cheek of your white cat who was sat on his cat tree aggressively flicking his tail. 

You cooed,” Don’t be jealous Cream, it’s just that you get a little crazy whenever I let you in while I’m taking a bath.”

The cat meowed indignantly. Chuckling to yourself you grabbed your phone from your nightstand. Plopping on your bed you started scrolling through unanswered messages sent to you. In your peripheral you watched the cats mew at one another before beginning to playfully wrestle.

“Be careful on the cat tree, you two.”

They seemed to ignore you subsequently rolling off the perch and onto the floor. Having seen them do this exact action before you didn’t bother looking away as you read the messages from your friend in your department. Your lips pursed as the string of messages ended with a voice note.

“Hey, those two are still asking about you. Why don’t you give them a chance? Maybe they just want to be your friends?”

Sighing you prepped yourself to make your own voice note, unaware of both your cats’ attention solely directed towards you.

“If they do want that–and I highly doubt that–don’t they feel off? Like did you see how that grumpy old man gets so mousy when they’re around? I just don’t think I’d want to associate with that.”

After ending and sending your voice note, you hold your phone as it pings with messages from your friend. Holding in a giggle you tap back your response. Conveniently Cream and Nightsky are at your side rubbing their bodies and tails in front of your face as they both sprawl out on your forearms.

“Guys!”

You scold them but you have no plans to move them instead continuing to text your friend. Occasionally kissing your cat’s heads you continue to inform them–your friend—of even more dirt you’d found on your overly-friendly employers. It lightly amuses you how it looks like your cats are reading the texts as well though you're sure it’s your fingers quickly moving that they’re so entranced by.

A ping goes off and you quickly shoot up to throw on some clothes. The cats look curiously as you crazily hop around before snatching your keys. You smiled at your approaching cats,” Okay boys! Our delivery gal got caught at the gate. So I’m going to go get food be my good boys!”

Blowing kisses, you disappear with a slam and locking of the door.

Your footsteps disappear down the hallway. 

And your apartment is silent. 

For a little while.

“Geez are we really that off-putting?”

Standing and looking longingly at the door is the pouting and naked, Gojo Satoru. An owner of the company (Y/n) is currently employed at and the only white-haired man who was rubbing his face into the intimate threads of their robe.

Suguru Geto, also stark naked and the CEO of that company was sighing and holding the bridge of his nose, “ Perhaps we really won’t be able to convince them otherwise.”

“Why don’t we just take them now? Burn the condo and sweep ‘em off their feet?”

“Because I know you know they’d hate that.”

Satoru lifted his head with a sadistic smirk and shrugged his shoulders,” So? They’ll get over it!”

Suguru put a disappointed hand over his face if only to hide the smile that tickled his lips. “They’re not like me…or you…we have to be gentle. Too much shock and we’ll ruin them forever.”

Satoru whined, abandoning the robe he snagged to join Suguru on the couch. Posturing himself right above his husband, “C’mmmooonnn! They’re strong enough, they can take it!”

The ravenette wasn’t swayed, teasingly turning his head as he rested he his chin on his hand. “No ‘Toru too high a risk.”

“Then why don’t we take another approach, Satoru lightly turned Suguru’s head towards him flashing his award-winning smile,” How about we work a different angle.”

Suguru’s brow quirked in intrigue.

“One where we happened to be their perfectly timed saviors.”

“Do you really think that’d work?”

“I say we try it! Otherwise, I’m back to Plan: A!”

Suguru couldn’t help but laugh bringing the man down to nuzzle his own nose. Planting a kiss on his lips, he opened wider as Satoru dove in. Pulling away after a minute Suguru cutely mimicked his cat form as he batted his eyes,” Am I forgiven for me and (Y/n)’s time in the bath?”

Satoru sucked his teeth. “You almost made me forget you slimy snake! How dare you?!”

Suguru shrugged with a smirk on his face, sending a scolding look when Gojo growled and angrily clutched at his hair. The tension was released when they both let out boisterous laughter. 

The apartment wasn’t silent anymore.

And you’d returned from getting takeout a while ago.

“What the actual f–!”

[temptacioun]

pick your yandere !

gojo satoru

manipulative asshole, the relationship is sweet at first until he makes you move into the gojo compound. you are not his lover, you are his property. will need an heir from you ; if you deny to provide he will force it upon you. has his sweet silly moments sometimes. make sure to behave if you don’t wanna be bruised !

geto suguru

an absolute gentleman, with strict rules. never lets you out. tells you how to dress, what to eat and how to speak with him. be prepared to face his curses if you upset him. enjoys watching you cry. suguru both despises you and obsesses over you ; he can’t and won’t explain it.

itadori yuuji / sukuna

he’s the sweetest boy. showers you with gifts and compliments, gets you flowers every day. knows your routine and every step of your day up to the most minuscule detail. the clingiest you will ever meet ; literally won’t leave your side, the type of guy to wait outside your bathroom door while you’re doing your business.

/ the curse takes over sometimes and he’s nasty. bullying you and making gross comments every now and then. forced kisses ! loves to bite you. will not shy away from beating you. ( but yuuji will kiss the bruises away )

fushiguro megumi

a stalker. he follows you around in the distance, the shadows are his friends. much like yuuji he knows every detail of your life from the exact moment your alarm rings to the toothpaste you use and the drink you always order on your way. most of the time you won’t even know him, except for when you bump into him on the street. probably the easiest to have.

nanami kento

an actual gentleman. doesn’t let you do anything yourself, you’re banned from the kitchen. outside time is limited to an hour per day and only when he’s there to protect you. actually babyproofs the apartment ; childlocks on the door for the kitchen and all windows, no scissors where you can reach them and absolutely no sharp objects. you are his precious porcelain doll.

[specialgradefckr]

Heatwave: Day 5

tw: explicit content, noncon/heavy dubcon. 4k+ words. Satoru/Reader/Suguru poly. afab!omega!reader, alpha!gojo, alpha!geto. yandere gojo and geto.

mind games, de-socialization/infantilization, caregiver/dependency kinks, piss kink, humiliation/control, captivity, stockholm syndrome, physical restraints, force-feeding (briefly), restricted bathroom access, suggestions of heat/breeding/pregnancy, reader has a panic attack.

Prompt: An omega is made to regularly piss themselves to show submission to the alpha(s) around them.

It’s for different reasons that Gojo and Geto force you to piss yourself during your captivity, but it always ends the same.

Laughter in your ears. A teasing joke – kinder, if it was from Geto – and perhaps they force you to sit there, soaked, for a few minutes until they tire of taunting you and carry you to the bathroom to wash it off.

They never leave you in there unsupervised, so it’s not like you’re ever relieving yourself without either of them present, as awful as the thought is.

That had happened only a couple times, early on.

Gojo had snapped that if you wanted to be left alone so badly, then he’d do it, even as Geto frowned in disapproval.

He’d continued to deliver you meals but otherwise went along with Gojo’s plan… even though you were chained to the bed, unable to so much as go to the bathroom on your own volition.

It was in part due to your own pride that you didn’t ask one of them to help you. You held it as long as you could – surely Geto would have to know.

He’d even asked if you needed anything one day in, and you were just about to ask him to take you to the bathroom when someone – Gojo, presumably – dragged him away.

Then you’d been left in the humiliating position of being forced to soil yourself. Literally, there’d been nothing else you could do.  

Afterwards, you’d gone on something of a hunger strike. Couldn’t have your bodily functions and sanitary conditions held hostage if you didn’t eat or drink, right?

You would have been proud of how long you lasted, were it not for how it ended.

It was hard – very hard – to keep on declining food after Gojo started to get desperate, realizing that you really were starving yourself.

He started bringing you offerings of all the best food and drink you could think of. Tempting you with a picnic on the balcony, what would’ve been the first fresh air you’d gotten since they kidnapped you.

That might have been his rut coming on, which would explain his shitty attitude. Being possessive over Geto, over you.

Wanting to provide for you, feed you, growing utterly distraught that you refused to eat the food he presented. Going through a thousand options to please you, like you were his mate.

He was scary. Gojo had always been scary, so upfront and outright with his desires, so unwilling to ever hold anything back.

And it pleased you, somewhere in the dark part of your heart, to make your displeasure – your rejection – so plainly known to the alpha before you.

Later you'd realize that Geto was the scary one. He’d come in one last time, made a final offering and a strict but firm warning.

You turned him down again and he’d returned with a cloth soaked in chloroform.

When you woke up, it was to a tube down your throat and your arms and legs strapped down.

Geto waiting patiently at your bedside for you to wake up, shushing you as you struggled and tried to choke it out, holding your head down gently so you didn’t hurt yourself.

He cooed that you were just so helpless, you couldn’t take care of yourself, couldn’t even eat without being made to, so you absolutely needed to be taken care of.

Couldn’t you see? This was for your own good. You were literally starving yourself, and for what?

Geto reeked of alpha pheromones, which was worse. While Gojo had been inconsolable, seeking your approval and acceptance, Geto’s scent was all delight and satisfaction at having given you what you needed.

Your alpha who knew what was best for you, better than you did yourself, and he was easily able to wrestle his stubborn little omega into submission.

It hadn’t been all his patronizing rambling and smug proclamations.

It had been the fact that you were physically incapable of talking back, telling him he was wrong, telling him you were starving yourself because they did shit like this and you didn’t want to fucking LIVE LIKE THIS –

The fury had choked you, leaving you coughing around the tube for Geto to fuss over you some more, inordinately pleased with the situation.

He’d left you with the tube for two days. You’re sure he would have done it longer, would have left you miserable and uncomfortable like that, forced you to soil the special bed padding made for elderly patients, forced you to endure even more sponge baths like you were an actual invalid.

But Satoru whined about how lame it was to have to change and clean and check your tubes instead of sharing a nice meal together, how boring it was that he couldn’t speak with you, that you’d definitely learned your lesson now, right? Right?

You weren’t even embarrassed to nod as they both stared at you. Look me in the eyes, darling. You wouldn’t put us through that again, right?

Put THEM through it. Like you weren’t the one starving, locked in a room, treated like an actual fucking animal for not wanting to be cozy with your captors.

It’s worse because it plays into your instincts. That’s why they have these expectations, why they go along with all these insane things.

At first you’d been angry, as reluctant as any abductee would be, but the longer you were exposed to their scents, the more you grew accustomed to them.

The more they tried to take care of you, the more you wanted to let them. Two beautiful, strong, lovely alphas who wanted so badly to be good to you, isn’t that what any omega would want?

They knew it, too. That was the worst part.

Your heat was coming up, the first since they’d taken you away, and you weren’t proud or delusional enough to think you’d make it even a day without begging one of them to knot you. If Geto wanted to hold out, you knew Gojo would give in, all you had to do was whine for him.

It fucking stung, the fact that you’d already thought about it so thoroughly. It stung to know their plan was working, that you knew and expected yourself to fuck them during your heat, even as sexual encounters with them became more and more commonplace.

None of them were really consensual, but you weren’t confident calling them rape, either.

Not when they always did stop when you’d asked them to, even once or twice when you’d wanted it bad so so fucking bad.

Pheromones hot and sticky in the air, the scent of pleasure and desire tugging you in. Making everything perfect and right and safe with your alpha for just a few precious moments.

Just by his scent, you knew the alpha was just on the cusp; it was the most arousing thing you’d ever felt in your fucking life and everything inside you screamed to make them cum and give you more of those comforting, arousing, pleasurable pheromones… and you’d told him to stop anyways.

Just to prove that you didn’t actually have any power, this was all because of them. They were in control and they’d fuck you whether or not you wanted them to.

But they did stop.

Even when Geto’s impeccable self-control was in tatters, even when Gojo had gone feral with need fucking you hard; if you told them to stop, they would.

If you told them to get off you, they did. If you said not to touch, then they wouldn’t. At least, not for sexual purposes.

It didn’t stop either one from jerking themselves to completion in front of you; your alpha moaning and whining with a flushed face as he locked eyes with you.

What a tease, Geto would say, Needy little omega wants me to put on a show?

Gojo was no better, Fuck, babe, you kill me, you really do… but what my omega wants, my omega’s gonna get.

Utterly unfazed by rejection, by denial. It wouldn’t even stop him from cumming, from finding release as he gazed at you. The scent of his arousal was more than enough to keep you hot and wanting, hand moving to rub yourself without your permission at the sight.

Sometimes the other one would come and help your partner out, drawn in by the heated noises and obvious arousal thick in the surroundings. Eager to assist with a warm hand or a wet mouth, even locking eyes with you while he did it.

Something dark and possessive flaring inside you at the sight of the alpha that had been inside you seconds ago brought to completion by another. 

Something almost worse filling your core with heat at the sight of your alpha being ravished, and another alpha your alpha fluttering his lashes at you as if to say don’t you want to be next? Next to cum, next to us? Inside us, around us, a part of us, like we’re entwined now?

Insane. Insane insane insane they’re driving you insane with this behavior. This façade of care and consideration.

Like you’re really lovers except for how you’re not allowed to choose what room you want to be in at any given time.

You can’t go to the restroom without permission. Can’t eat except for what they feed you. Can’t pick what show to watch, can’t go on the internet, can’t read a book or do anything to entertain yourself without their say-so.

They’ve arranged it somehow so that one of them is always with you. Even your bedtime – in the king-sized bed in the main room of the penthouse – is determined by them. No doubt they schedule it intentionally, so that if they both need to be gone, you’ll be asleep.

You can’t choose anything for yourself, but that’s not an omega’s place. Your alphas will present you with everything you need or want. It’s their duty to know you well enough to keep you satisfied always.

And when you do need to make a choice, when you need that element of control, they’ll give you the options to pick from, so you don’t get too overwhelmed.

Fucking archaic. No one thought that way about omegas anymore. No one treated omegas – anyone ­– like that anymore.

Nobody but Gojo and Geto, the only alphas in the world with both the power and the perceptiveness to provide so perfectly and so thoroughly.

But even those little moments where they offer you some choice, something they’ll actually follow through with, where your opinion truly counts – even that is just the illusion of power. They decide what to give you, when to give it to you.

And they do what they want, ultimately, hence the current situation. They like to make you drink, bring you glasses of water throughout the day for you to finish, “keep you hydrated”, and it’s laughably transparent what it’s in the service of.

But what can you do? They’ve proven they’re not afraid to force things down your throat. This is infinitely more comfortable than the alternative.

Sometimes if you complain enough they’ll bring you something other than water. Once or twice, Geto would let you pick – “Apple juice or orange, darling? You can always still have water, if it’s too hard to choose.” – and to your utter despair, you felt grateful.

Gojo, you think, genuinely gets off on the scent of your piss.

He’s a bit of a freak, though you’d known that from the beginning. Prone to nuzzling into the scent glands on the side of your neck while he took you from behind against some surface.

Inevitably, he pressed you into it, hard enough to pressure your lower abdomen. Between the pressure of his cock filling you entirely, and the press from outside your body as he fucked you against it, all you could do was whimper.

“S-Satoru,” He’s nicer when you call him by his first name, “Satoru, please, please, I – I have to go – ”

Another thrust, hot, heavy, harder than the rest you think, a grin you can hear, teeth against your ear, “I’ve got you, baby.”

“Eugh – please Satoru I can’t hold it – ”

“If you gotta go, baby, go,” He purrs into your ear, “Just follow your instincts. You can do that, right? Just let go.”

His words make it all the harder to hold back, the innate desire to please an alpha surging through you as your release approaches.

And you’re close, too, about to cum even as you can feel the urge to pee swelling with it. It’s gross, it feels awkward, but you just want it to be over –

“Aww, little omega needs some help? Let alpha help you along~”

Fingers trace over your clit and you squeak, Gojo just laughs while he rubs tighter against you, bringing you all the way over the edge. You cum with a cry, a shudder, clinging to him at your involuntary, humiliating release.

“That’s it, there you go, baby,” He pants, deep breaths as he thrusts his own release into you, “Piss all over my cock. Mark your territory. I can smell you.”

Heat shoots up your body, your cheeks. A sigh of relief as your bladder empties itself. Burning shame. It roils, churns; your thighs feel sticky with more than just cum.

You quiver, burying your head in his neck to avoid the smell. Gojo’s scent is sweet with delight as he rides you through the aftershocks.

He strokes your back while he coos, “There you go, wasn't that nice, baby? Didn't that feel good? Don’t worry, just leave the rest to your alpha.”

He made you do this. But it’s no use getting angry, tensing up or doing anything, really. Your omega instincts are telling you to give in, go limp and obedient and he’ll take care of you.

And you do. It’s either that or soak in your own piss. Gojo’s breaths are deep and he hardens inside you at the scent in the air, and all you can do is whimper.

You don’t complain when he fucks you again in slow strokes to avoid overstimulating you. When he gets fully hard again, you’re starting to clench against your will, and he starts pressing into your clit again in short circles.

His fingers are wet, warm, and it’s not long before he brings you to another peak, warbling high, soft noises while he purrs in satisfaction.

You try not to think about the mess on the inside of your thighs, on his cock. Gojo brings his finger from your clit to his mouth. Blue eyes boring into yours, grinning, while he licks it clean.

So you wait a little while before you whine at Gojo, “Bath,” leveraging the alpha’s need to coddle you.

It usually works. You’re usually only made to sit in your disgust for a few moments of hot, sticky, uncomfortable pleasure before he scoops you up and takes you to the bathroom.

You have a surprisingly thorough skincare routine. Geto likes routines, you think, and Gojo likes sweet-smelling soaps and lotions, and they both like pampering you.

Pretending that you’re their sweet little omega girlfriend they spoil rotten instead of a prisoner who can’t leave.

It could almost be nice. Gojo’s large form in the tub beside you as he carefully scrubs you clean, massages his favorite fruit scented shampoo into your hair.

Grooming you with a diligence that you wouldn’t expect from him, all soft hands and gentle circles. Rinsing everything out.

Your tongue darts out over your lips, purely reflexive, as he cleans you up. For his part, Gojo doesn’t even try to resist the desire to lick over your scent glands when he towels you dry.

You smell like him, after. It makes him hard, but it’s easy to make Gojo hard, like that’s his default state whenever you’re around.

Your bare neck does things to him, you think. It’s stranger that smelling Gojo on you makes Geto hard, when he comes in to make sure he's following your routine correctly.

Gojo kisses at the corner of your mouth before he pops out the cleanser. You sit down obediently for him as Geto walks in, like he can tell you’re going to be put to bed soon.

They fuss in unison; Geto wants a leave-in conditioner for your hair, Gojo thinks that’ll weigh it down. Taking turns massaging your face, your hands, with one product or another. You feel like a doll sitting there – they certainly treat you like one.

Neither of them ask for your input on anything. Gojo styles your hair as he likes, using the hair dryer on you. The one time he hadn’t, Geto threw a fit, saying you could catch a cold.

It feels nice. Hands running through your hair, brushing it. You could almost catch yourself purring. And then Geto will mention a trim, of Gojo will suggest some styling, and you’ll remember with frigid clarity that it’s not really your hair anymore. Just the hair on their pretty little omega doll.  

Frighteningly, the thought makes you wet, sometimes. Sometimes you think you’re conditioned to get wet when you feel helpless, because that’s the only useful thing you can do. Get wet enough to make one of your alphas purr and kiss and fuck you into blissful comfort.

Gojo thinks it’s cute, thinks it’s darling, he’ll usually give in to you right away.

Geto actively tries to make you feel helpless. You think that’s what it is, when he makes you piss yourself, that’s what he gets off on. Making you drink more and more, knowing you can’t really refuse. Asking you to hold it just a little longer.

“Come now, we don’t want to make a mess, do we? Just another minute, little omega.” Geto likes it when you make a mess.

Or rather, he likes when you need him to clean you up. When you need him, in general.

“Needy little thing.” He sits you on his lap. The arm wrapped around your waist pressing against your abdomen. “One more minute, love, then we’ll head to the bathroom.”

He doesn’t encourage you like Gojo, but he wants the same thing. You’re not sure which one you hate more. He’s only pretending to fix your hair. Gojo and him are the only ones who see it. It’s not remotely critical, not like your bodily needs –

But you don’t get to decide what’s important. Geto does, and he says you stay here, even when you desperately, desperately need to go.

“Suguru,” You whimper, squirming. You just want it to be over. “Suguruuuu.”

No pretense, anymore. His hand that isn’t constricting your middle darts down between your legs. Rubs your clit over your underwear.

Rock hard. You can smell the arousal on him. But Geto’s worse than Gojo, because Geto doesn’t always care about getting off. Sometimes he’s happy just to finger you. Sometimes he either jerks himself or gets Gojo to get him off. Sometimes he’ll eat you out for hours, claiming you were too fussy, and if he puts his dick in you, you’re not awake for it.

The scent of his arousal has you dripping quickly, it’s not even worth it to stave it off. The best you can do is get him to do it faster, and even that’s not really up to you.

The pleasure comes beneath his fingertips, but it’s sharp, tapered by friction, and he keeps a steady pressure around your abdomen that has the pressure building in your bladder. It’s a painfully familiar feeling.

“Hold it.” He commands, your alpha, and you do, you really do. You don’t want to piss yourself, but you know he does, and he’s just fucking toying with you while he gets you there. “Hold.”

It’s hard, hard, pulling against the tide, fighting the promise of release that swells beneath his touch. You can’t do it long. Full to bursting.

“There you go, just a little more.” He finally drags his fingers beneath your panties. You’re ready to start crying. “So wet. You don’t want to make a mess, do you? Just wait a little longer.”

Lying lying he’s lying and the thought makes it so much harder to control but you don’t WANT to. You don’t!

You really do cry, a sob that catches in your throat when he dips a finger into you and you feel a dam begin to swell against the increased stimulation.

“What a good omega,” He purrs, like he’s noticing your discomfort and trying to relieve you, instead of enjoying it, “Hold it. Hold it.”

Another finger in. So full, you’re so full, it’s like his cock is inside you, there’s so much that it hurts, you just want to let go. He starts rubbing faster against your clit, a sweet friction that you have to fight not to buck into, muscles spasming, control faltering.

“Suguru,” Reduced to pitiful mewls. Just how he likes you.

“Hold it.” He says, and he knows, he fucking knows, he must know –

Fingers darting deep inside you, arm clenching violently against your lower half. Squeezing, squeezing, so hard, all while he pinches tightly at your clit. White hot pleasure pours through you, heady, flooding, and all you know is relief.

“Oh,” He says, like he’s surprised, even though you can feel his smile widen against your neck, “Oh, poor little omega. Had an accident, have you? It’s all right. It’s okay.” He prods tenderly at your clit, nursing you through it.

“I know how it is. You can’t help it, can you, baby?” He kisses against your neck from the left. “Poor thing. Don’t worry. Your alpha will take care of it. It’s only natural, silly little thing like you, you just couldn't help yourself.”

It’s a constant refrain they both like to repeat. Not to be ashamed of your instincts, your body, your needs.

You know why. To your great misfortune, you were born an omega, and so once you go into heat you’ll be struck with the insatiable desire for their knots, and it’s in their best interest for you not to resist that.

The less you resist, the better the chances their claiming bites will stick. Gojo already loves to chew at the glands on your neck – you think he’s even ‘called’ the right side, gnawing at there lazily while Geto is in the room.

For Gojo, it’s just dirty talk, but Geto likes to lecture you. There’s no one in your tiny world who has any level of disgust for your bodily functions.

They’ve seen it all, seen you helpless, sick, all kinds of messy, and they loved you, loved taking care of you. It was an honor for them to see you so vulnerable, an honor only your alphas deserved.

Sometimes he calls it desensitization training, like there’s a purpose to making you piss yourself besides getting high on control and making you humiliate yourself into submission to their whims.

But you do think there’s more to that for Geto.

If they had their way, you’d be a complete degenerate, an invalid, helpless by choice and totally disinterested in changing that.

A spoiled, mewling omega just a few steps away from ferality. They already don’t let you do much on your own, attending to even the simplest things all by themselves.

Knowing only to whine for your alphas to entertain you, provide for you, comfort you, because that’s all you ever needed to do. Utterly incapable of functioning in normal society, and unable to see anything wrong with that.

It’s coming. Soon. You know it is, and you’re sure they do, too. Geto in particular probably knows your body better than you do; probably tracks your hormones and cycles, may even be feeding you suppressants or stimulants.

You can only pray he’s bothered to give you contraceptives, too. Gojo’s a lost cause, he’s probably chomping at the bit to put a baby in you, but Geto would at least be concerned with the implications.

They’d chained you to the bed and locked you up for a couple days alone but they couldn’t leave you alone if you were pregnant. Their instincts just wouldn’t permit it.

Thinking about it makes you shake, uncontrollably. In your shared bed, in their arms, even with their voices cooing in your ear and their purrs and cuddles desperately soothing you.

Your heart trembles. Your heat is coming, it’s coming, and after that you could get pregnant.

They couldn’t leave you alone if you were pregnant. No alpha would ever be able to tear themselves away.

Alone, alone, locked in that tiny room. Chained up. You couldn’t even relieve yourself. Stuck in your own filth, abandoned by your alphas, the ones who were supposed to love you, protect you, provide for you.

They couldn’t, they wouldn’t. No alpha could abandon their omega. But they had once. They had once. They do whatever they want with you, no matter how much you hate it.

You tell yourself desperately you don’t want to be bred, and even you can’t tell if you mean it, excuses flashing back and forth in your mind.

What if they got you pregnant and decided you didn’t deserve their company? Decided you weren’t grateful enough for the calming presence of an alpha during your most vulnerable time? What if they thought you’d look cute, all pregnant and desperate and crying for them?

There’s no fix for this, nothing you can do about it, they’ve taught you that you can’t control anything in your life anymore.

Realization after realization crashes down, each little thing, can’t stop them from leaving, can’t stop them from breeding you, can’t stop them from fucking you in your heat, can’t do anything can’t you can’t you can’t –

They’re going to leave you. You’ll be heavy with child, longing for comfort and affection.

They’re going to make you need them. They’re going to make you weak in the worst possible way. They’re going to use it to hurt you.

Jerking, sniffling. Someone comes closer – it’s warm, paler, probably Gojo – but the shivering just gets worse.

Come closer, leave you alone. They’ll do whatever they want to do. You’ll just have to accept it.

They’re going to leave. Leave you alone. All alone. All by yourself. Locked up, in chains, unable to do anything. They made you need them and they’re going to leave –

Wetness pools in your eyes, and you blink it away without really trying, without noticing so much how the tears roll down your cheek.

The numb terror overwhelms everything. Cold, it’s cold, and somehow so hot. Your heart is trying to bolt out of your chest.

A name you distantly recognize as yours rings in your ears, but you don’t notice, don’t understand.

You’re too busy trying to breathe through all your panting, all the adrenaline rushing through you with the panic.

You feel helpless, completely helpless. Pinned between the two of them.

Larger, stronger, alphas who can subdue your resistance just by existing, emitting pheromones that send you into dizzy complacence or heady lust.

Alone. Alone, alone, they’re here now but it’s not because you want them they don’t care what you want they do what they want you can’t have anything can’t do anything you can’t you can’t you can’t.

The thoughts coil endlessly through your mind, spinning, spinning, spinning in place. A hand rubs against your back, a desperate purr in the distance.

Background noise. You're alone, trapped in your head, trapped with thoughts that won't stop coming.

Spiraling despair that just goes deeper and deeper, new fears unearthed with every thought.

You feel like throwing up.

Would they feel like cleaning you up? You’d be at their mercy, caked in your own vomit.

You feel like you’re dying.

Mabe you are. Maybe this is how they kill you, from the inside out.

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Suguru Geto headcanons (Jujutsu Scorer reader)

Suguru would be a manipulative, delusional, and sometimes sadistic yandere.

You two probably knew each other back in school.

Maybe Suguru had a little crush on you or you were dating.

You were there when Suguru's world crumbled…

You tried to help him but unfortunately you couldn't change his mind.

Suguru's worldview slowly changed.

His whole worldview changed, including his love for you.

Even if you were a good Jujutsu Scorer it does not guarantee that you would be safe.

Suguru didn't want to get hurt by the filthy monkeys.

He also doesn't want to share you.

At first, Suguru will try to contact you and talk to you normally.

However, if it doesn't work out, Suguru would take you.

You might not understand him now, but Suguru would make you understand.

Even if Suguru doesn't despise you, he still won't be gentle if you break his rules.

Even if he loves you, Suguru would be harsh.

You better obey him.

It's better to be hard on you than watch you waste your life.

[yandere-daydreams]

Let's say the reader actually did leave the country. Somehow managed to get money to do so as well (I feel like Geto would be the type to stash money under the bed. Doesn't trust nonsorcerers handling his money kinda deal) Would he track reader down?

I can definitely see him going the manipulative route where he's like. "I've changed" and all the other bullshit excuses. Also, I can imagine Reader freaking out on their own, he's probably had them locked away so badly that they're not even used to society anymore. So much that maybe crawling back to Geto would be a better option? Though he would for sure make sure they could never escape again.

this is in reference to my divorce hcs, as seen here.

honestly i do not think there is any fate worse than being with suguru,,, even if you are hungry, cold, struggling, and terrified of anyone and everyone you cross paths with, you've just got to remind yourself that all of those things would still be true if you were with suguru and you'd have to do it all in a pair of cat ears and a muzzle. at least, like this, you get to suffer with your humanity in-tact.

but, if you do get away, then he will come after you, and if he comes after you, then he's not going home without you safely tucked away in his arms. if you're doing poorly enough, there's a good chance he might try to be civil about it, that he'll show up on your shoebox apartment with those big, sad eyes and a 'i can't live without you' kind of tone, telling you all about how sorry he is, how much the girls miss you, how if you'd only told him you were unhappy, he would've done anything in his power to change. and, if you go home without a fight (less because you believe him and more because you realize there's no better way out of this), he might even try to change, to be a good husband, to give you the illusion of freedom where he denies you the real thing. you'll still be in a cage, of course, but the bars will much better hidden then before.

if you're doing well for yourself or just out-right refuse to talk to him in the prior scenario, he won't play as nice. anyone else might have trouble smuggling an unconscious captive across national borders, but suguru's got a way of talking to people, and it won't be long until you're being ferried back to your rightful home by the loyalist members of his cult. you'll have some immediate restrictions to deal with (a broken ankle, the leash keeping you tied to his bedpost, etc.), but your worst punishments will be much more long-term. he may have been kind enough to leave you some privacy in your previous arrangement, but now, he's not going to be able to breathe unless you're sitting pretty in his lap, hands bound behind your back and mouth stuffed with something thick enough to muffle your complaints into senseless, pretty noises. no more afternoons spent in his temple courtyard, no more books or games or creature comforts - just suguru and whatever whims he deems fit to bend you to, that day. he might like to pass himself off as a loving owner, but let no one say he doesn't keep his most precious pet on a short leash.

[kekewrites]

tw. Dark content, noncon, dubcon, creampie, size kink, magic onahole/toy/fleshlight, coercion, mind-break, corruption, obsession, gaslighting(?), objectification(?)

part 2 of the onahole troupe

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"Sweetie~ Are you already out? Come on, you can still keep going."

Hot... It's so hot.

Whining, your body continue to bounce on him, hole swallowing his fat cock. Sweat and cum staining your thighs, sticky and wet as it mixes with your juices.

Such a hot sight. His hands gripping your hips, helping you bounce on him and sometimes meeting your hips with his own, making you whine and sob.

You were so sensitive, having no idea how much time have passed. How many orgasm he pulled out of you.

"I'm helping you, remember?" He sat up, wrapping his arms around as he pulls you close. "Ha... You're so cute. That bastard won't touch you anymore, ok? I'm here."

Barely hanging on, you nodded as your ears started to ring. If there was still a rational part of you awake, you would've find his words suspicious, but you were just too dumb for that. Blindly trusting your friend, believing him with your being.

He promised to help you.

So why does it feel like you made the wrong choice?

That tiny rational thought of yours was pushed as you felt his lips on your own.

***

It was odd how the phantom disappeared after his help.

Your complexion improved, the shadows under your eyes fading as if the weight of their presence had been slowly draining you all along. Sleep came easier now, uninterrupted by restless nights and unwanted pleasure, able to focus studying without it whisking your attention away.

Sitting in class, you were finally able to listen without dreading for the touches.t was freeing.

You were glad you told him.

Smiling a bit, you open your cellphone as you think of hanging out with them. You really missed them, thinking about how you three rarely hang out nowadays. It used to be so easy to hang out with your closest friends, without having to plan anything elaborate. Just a quick text, and before you knew it, you were all together. But lately, it was about you two without your more or less busy friend. You know how much he took his studies seriously, often holding back to invite him whenever you discover a film you'd both like to watch.

Determined, you found yourself texting him, sending him a little message of, "Are you busy? Let's meet at the library when it's lunch time!"

You nervously shifted on your sit as you await his reply, a minute after you feel your phone vibrate.

"Sure."

You couldn't wait for the class to be over.

***

"Hey, what's up?" You heard his voice as he sat down beside you. Your usual hangout spot, comfort place, and your solace before those events happened.

Beaming, you turned to him, grateful for the simple presence of someone you're comfortable with.

"Are you done with your studies? I was hoping we could hangout soon, all three of us..." You speak, your confidence dipping down as you let out the last part.

Resting his chin on his hand, "Hmm... We have a quiz for next week in my major," He observes as your smile fades, "But I suppose, I'll make time for you," He swears it's like watching a dog wag its tail as he see you regain your smile.

It couldn't hurt to relax a little, it's been a while since you two hangout. He did notice how you were with that stupid guy in the past few days

You softly clap your hands, "That's great! Oh, we should do a movie marathon!" As you babble your plans, he couldn't help but notice how more... alive you look compared to before. He was still wondering why you were so troubled back then, but he's glad you got it solved out.

Humming, you started typing on the notes in your phone, making plans and listing movies to watch, throwing in snacks to buy as well. It was safe to say that you're really excited to be able to be with your best friends.

It would be just a fun night with the guys, right?

***

"Come on, don't be upset. Something probably important came out that he won't be able to come."

It seems that the three of you wouldn't be able to hangout, as the two of you sit on the couch.

Grumbling, you hug the couch pillow close to your chest as you glance at the text message left by your friend. It was upsetting but you couldn't be that upset since he rarely wasn't able to come in your hangout session, and since he's the one who helped you after all.

"Yeah, you're right. It can't be helped, I guess…" you sigh, trying to hide your disappointment as you sink further into his couch. The soft fabric and cozy atmosphere of his apartment help ease your mood a bit.

"I'm sure the three of us will meet up soon. Plus, the two of us haven't hangout for a while."

Come on, it's not so bad to be alone with him, you know?

"Yeah, that's true," you say, trying to shake off the disappointment. You steal a glance at him as he queues up a movie. It's been a while since the two of you just hung out alone like this, and despite the change in plans, it feels nice.

As the movie starts, you realize he accidentally picked a horror film—complete with dark shadows, creepy music, and plenty of jump scares. You’re both laughing it off at first, but the sudden shocks get you clutching the couch pillow a bit tighter, scooting unconsciously closer to him.

The atmosphere shifts when an unexpected scene appears—a moment that’s more... explicit than either of you anticipated. You feel your face heat up as you quickly avert your eyes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and tension settle between you. You catch him glancing away too, clearing his throat nervously.

What is he, five? Getting flustered with such scene, not like he hasn't done any worse than it.

"I... think I need to use the bathroom," he mumbles, standing up hastily and heading out of the room, leaving you alone on the couch.

You’re left there, pulse racing slightly as you try to shake off the awkwardness.

This is bad, you suddenly remember all of your other friend's help. Clutching your legs close, you try to avert your attention somewhere while waiting for your friend to come back.

Though, you felt your stomach drop as that familiar and unwelcome touch came up.

***

What the hell is he even thinking?

He tries to find his reason as he stares at the onahole on his hand, that idiot's gift to him. It's been a week since he had last use this thing, yeah it felt good and feels like the real deal but after one use he never touched it again.

So why the hell is he using it while thinking of you? The same girl who's sitting on his couch right now, in his apartment?

His eyes glance at the lube on the counter, putting the wet lotion on his free hand. It's your fault he got hard, you were too squirmy and... cute. That shitty horror movie wasn't even that good with the corny soft porn scenes but you... were just having an effect on him. So damn shy and innocent reactions, he needed to get out before he'd lost his composure and pounce on you.

But he's not a brute, no he isn't like those rabid animals.

Imagining does not count, no, no, he's only letting his frustration out.

So with the touch of his fingers, rubbing the entrance of the onahole he let himself go.

***

Jumping from the couch, you looked around frantically as you felt that horrifying touch on your nether region. 

That's impossible! You though he already fixed it!

Silently crying on your hands, you tried to keep your noises.

You've experienced that ghostly touch countless times however this time, it felt a bit calculative yet desperate, as if another entity was touching you. It felt weird but you can feel how different this one was touching you.

Is there another ghost who's harassing you?

Will it ever go away?

You cried as you felt something big goes inside you.

***

Shit, he forgot how realistic this onahole was. When was the last time he used it? Weeks ago? He doesn't remember but he might use it again now. Since his darling is always inviting him to hangout, this little gift might save him from pouncing on you when you're just a little too cute for his liking. Not only that but because of the hectic projects and assignments coming in, he hasn't had the time to relieve himself.

His thrust is fast and uncaring, yet a bit desperate for release. He felt himself feeling more sensitive as he imagine if this was your cunt instead, squeezing and twitching around his cock. He loves how automated this thing was, his mind just running wild as he imagines you sitting alone in his couch unsuspected of his vulgar and filthy thought of you. It's wrong but it damn this onahole just feels so right.

Slamming himself on the tight hole, he pinch the little clit and felt the walls squeeze tight making him come undone. Hissing and twitching as his cock shoots down his massive load inside the toy. What a waste, it would've been better if he could shoot it down your womb. Exhaling, he slowly pulled out of the toy, savoring the way the wall clung on his shaft before his head pops off.

Fuck. He's really a goner now. 

He's no better than a scumbag for letting his mind wander to thoughts about his best friend, his childhood friend… his first crush, his first and only love. He remembers how he was when you two first met—a boy who struggled to connect with anyone. He didn’t see the point in making friends, preferring to stay on the sidelines, reserved and detached.

Though, him, was the exception as both of their parents were business partners and have good relationship with each other. It's only natural for them to build a connection, solely for maintaining good connections with their business partners. Over time, he realized how strangely alike the two of them were, as if they shared the same quirks and preferences.

Well, he shouldn't think of that while thrusting his dick on a toy but he can't help but reflect on the way they are alike. He certainly knows, that guy shares the same affection he has on you, and he hated how he can't feel jealous because... he's fine with sharing you if it's him. But he's a little pissed at how you two were hanging out lately, he only have himself to blame by taking his studies seriously unlike that guy.

That's not important now, he has you in his room alone with no one else to ruin your moment with him. Shit, he felt the toy tighten around him.

His mind goes blank as he felt himself getting closer.

***

"Hey, sorry I took a while, but I'm... back?" he said, sitting down on the couch. His voice trailed off, quieter and confused, as he noticed you hugging yourself with your head hung low.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately, placing a hand on your back as he tried to see your face. His eyes narrowed as he waited for your response, only to widen when he saw your tear-streaked face.

"I-It... touched me again..."

"What do you mean?"

And you broke down, crying as you told him about the phantom.

Any sane person would be skeptical, hell they would probably put you in the asylum for the things you swore happened to you. He'd get you help if it weren't for that one specific detail, an oddly timed and complete coincidence. Where that phantom touched you the same time he had gotten the toy... and the way it touch you just minutes later he went to the bathroom.

No way...

Surely, it was just a coincidence...

He supposed testing that theory wouldn't hurt.

With a lousy excuse of getting you a glass of water from the kitchen, he went straight to the bathroom to take that toy, sure it was big enough to be seen by you, but the way you were staring down on the floor as you quietly sob made it easy to sneakily place the onahole behind the couch pillow. Close for his hand to touch but unnoticeable from your teary eyes.

His hand goes behind the pillow right where the toy is.

"Ah!"

It can't be... Such an impossible story.

"J-Just now... it touched me!"

His finger went in.

"No! It went inside...!"

This is crazy.

He knows it's wrong but watching you panic and look around with frantic and terrified eyes made his cock throb. Not knowing that the source of your trouble being right in front of you made it immoral, so bad, and it made his cock harden.

"Hey, I'll... chase out that bastard for you." His wandering finger pulls out of the toy, his other hand cupping your tear stained cheek, "You don't have to worry anymore. You said that guy made that phantom disappear, right?" He sweetly cooed, a rare tone in his voice, "Just trust me on this one like he'd done with you, yeah?"

Your back gently hits the couch as he straddles you, "Be a good girl and relax, I'm just going to help you."

Doubt and wariness swirls in that doe eyes of yours. He can see the uncertainty in that stupid head of yours, but he knew you'd agree with him. You always do.

"O-Ok... Please help me."

And he's right about that.

You're just too trusting, aren't you? Stupid girl.

It's your fault he's like this to you.

All your fault.

There’s a faint metallic click as his belt buckle comes undone, and the soft rasp of fabric follows as he frees himself from his pants. His cock springs free, the swollen head brushing against your inner thigh. He can't believe he's finally doing this. The girl he ever wanted right beneath him, all bare and for him to ruin.

It's fucked up how he doesn't feel guilty for doing this, doesn't feel guilty as he rubs his tip on your wet entrance. Everything about you is soft, the only thing he's afraid to do is to bruise your pretty skin. He can feel your breathe quicken, you heart thumping in anxiety and he smiles at that.

"I'll be... gentle." For now.

The blunt head nudges against your entrance, the slick heat of your hole enveloping him inch by inch as he presses into you slowly. Fuck. It's completely different from a toy. He wished he'd done it sooner, the walls of your inside and the wall of the toy was like night and day. His cock pulses within them, the heat and tightness driving him to the edge of his patience. Hissing in pleasure as your walls clenched around him.

"So cute..."

With that, he leaned down, his lips pressing against you. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you, owning you, just as his cock claimed your body. He knows he should let you adjust and wait for you to be ready but hell he'd wait for more than a second. Setting a fast pace, fucking into you with abandon, his hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises-- the one he was dreaded on doing. He panted, his head thrown back in ecstasy. 

If it were that easy, he should've done this sooner. Manipulated that stupid head of yours, your naivety being the one who'd get you in trouble when you were younger.

It was different back then when he was alone. Socializing was unnecessary and draining, didn't have any purpose or value to him. He supposed having one friend is enough, he didn’t have patience for others, especially kids his age who, to him, seemed immature and exhausting.

Then you came along with your bright smile, bold laugh, and endearing quirks. You weren’t stunning or wealthy, and your background was humble—a stark contrast to his world. And yet, every time you called him by that silly nickname you made up, something in his chest stirred, an ache he couldn’t ignore. A foolish girl, treating him as if he were just another friend, another kid to play with.

So why can’t he push you away? You're just like any other kid who wants his attention. So why is it so hard to say no to you?

You're the one driving him crazy. So you only have yourself to blame, this is only happening because you're letting him. You're the one doing this to your self.

He could feel the pleasure building, the pressure in his balls as he neared his release.

"Be my onahole, ok?" He demanded, his voice rough with lust. He needed to hear you say it, needed to know that you understood.

Your mind was swirling, head foggy as the pleasure was starting to mix with the confusion. As your cries grew louder, body writhing beneath him, he felt his own orgasm approaching. He could feel the heat building, the tingling in his toes as his balls drew up tight.

O-Onahole? What's that? What is he talking about?

"Everyday, you'll be my onahole." he panted, his words punctuated by the sound of flesh meeting flesh, the obscene squelch of his cock pumping in and out of your pussy. "I'll save you from that phantom, ok?"

I don't know anything....

"Ok?!" he warns, hips losing their rhythm as his climax approaches, "Shit...!"

"Ah! I-I will! I'll become your onahole!"

With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside, his cock pulsing as he empties himself deep in your womb. He holds you tight against his chest, grinding into you to prolong the waves of pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so good for me," He praises breathlessly, peppering your sweat-dampened neck with kisses. "Taking my cock so well, milking me dry. That phantom is gone now that I'm with you."

All you could feel was the light kisses trailing on your neck to your cheek and finally on your lips.

"One more time? I mean you are my onahole now."

***

"Wow, you didn't hold one bit eh?"

His eyes narrowed as he saw him standing on the door with a smug grin.

"What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't be able to make it?" His tone accessory as he cleans up the aftermath, gently tucking in your passed out figure on the bed.

"So defensive for what?" He chuckles, sauntering as he glance at your peaceful fresh-fucked face. Such a lovely sight. He  licks his lips at that but for now you'd need to get your beauty rest after a rough day. "So, did 'ya like your present?"

"..."

"I'd take your silence as a yes then." Giggling, he places his hand on his shoulder, "I knew you'd like it I mean, we are similar in taste after all."

His jaw tightens before sighing in defeat, "Where did you even get that toy?"

"Oh, some shady website~! I was planning to buy another one but the website mysteriously disappeared!" He exaggerate his movements which earned a grimace from him.

"Shut up, you'll wake her up."

"No, she won't. You made her pass out, how ungentlemanly of you."

"Says you."

"Whatever, I came to ask you a question," His hand drop to his side, his smug smile still on but something sinister behind it, "So, we're going to share, right?"

The answer should've been obvious but it was hard to let the word out of his mouth. Was it pride or possession?

"Yeah..."

"I knew you'd say that."

"But I want her on Mondays."

"Oh brother, why pick the worst day?" He grunts in disappointment.

"Because it's the worst day, I need her on that day."

[yanderenightmare]

Geto Suguru

TW: noncon/dubcon, bullying, harassment

fem reader

Thinking about bully Suguru and how he’s not like other bullies…

How sweet he is with you – all gentle smiles and soft-spoken words pressed against your skin in wet kisses when he tells you how much he adores you.

How he holds you tenderly by the wrist, taking you with him wherever he needs to be as though you’re some type of assistant who needs to stay glued to his side.

How he seats you on his lap in front of everyone in class while waiting for the professor to arrive, or at lunch, or during breaks and free periods – brazenly nuzzling your neck with ever-so-soft lovebites, licking the marks to soothe them afterward.

How, when you try to avoid him, he hooks two slender fingers under the band of your skirt, pulling you between him and the lockers with an arm placed above you, leaning over you until the hallway lights all seem snuffed out. His palm is splayed over the entirety of the small of your back, playing with the soft skin before diving further until he’s fingering the frill of your panties – making your breath short.

He’s still got that smile on his face as he looks down at you, cooing, “Come on~ don’t be like that~ you don’t want me to embarrass you in front of all our peers, do you?”

Your hands, placed flat on his chest, now curling his white shirt in small trembling fists – bowing your head away from his dark leer with a quivering pout on your lips.

The words are stuck so deep in your throat – they only come out when his fingers dive beneath the silk band they’d been playing with. “N-not here – please, Suguru…”

“Oh? You know of a better place?” He suggests, brushing his lips down your temple until tickling your ear with his breath.

You whimper, “I have class…”

To which he just chuckles. “I’m sure you can skip it.” Whispering hotly, “After all, I have a much more important lesson to teach you.”

[ghoularaki]

wouldst thou like to live deliciously?

↠  summary: After the late priest had died of mysterious circumstances, Father Getou had replaced him. With the new priest’s presence, a sickness and missing students followed. You weren’t fooled by his pleasant smiles, attempting to keep your distance, but what Father Getou desired, he obtained.

↠  word count: 10,232

↠ pairing: geto suguru x reader

↠ genre/warnings: smut, angst, vampire/dark academia au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, power imbalance, catholism, blasphemy, teacher (?)/student (reader is 19), priest! geto, blood. NSFW (NONCON, blood play, corruption kink, knife play, biting, orgasm denial, loss of virginity, fuck or die, geto is a creep)

↠ a/n: i literally know nothing about catholic schools and you can tell by this fic lmao. this is for @semisgroupie​ taboo collab!! hope you enjoy the fic <33

You had been the one to find the former priest dead. Being one of the few students that stayed in the summer, the smell fermented in the humid air. Decay was a scent you could never forget. 

You hadn't meant to find him, but there was an itch in your nose you couldn't ignore. Down the corridor to where the priest slept and no students were allowed, your mary janes pattered against the creaking floorboards. The door opened with ease, the lock not in use.

There on his bed was his rotting body, festering faster in the August heat. You stared blankly as the head nun frantically escorted you out. She had covered your eyes with her wrinkly, soft hands as if it would shield you from the horror you already saw. 

"Don't speak of this," she warned.

You heeded. There was no point in gossiping about an old priest dying of old age. Or at least, you assumed that was the cause.

When school and your senior year started a week later, all the students were informed of the priest's death. Shock rocked the school as no details were given of his death, just that he had passed in his sleep. You dared not speak of how his eyes were wide open.

“Students, everyone say hello to Father Getou.” 

A nun about a few years older than the whole classroom walks into disrupting the history lesson. A man well over six feet came in toe with the young woman. He surely didn’t have the typical look of a priest. His hair was an inky black that flowed down to mid-back. Deep blue plugs stretched his ear lobes wide enough to be noticeable but not off putting. Despite his build, he was light on his feet.

You sat in the back of the classroom, but even from the distance separating you both, your pores raised. A sly look was present on his visage that reminded you of a fox. His slim eyes the same hue as his plugs scanned the room until they met yours. Your face remained blank in response to which he gave a close-eyed smile. 

He broke the contact first as he surveyed the other students in the room. You turned your focus to your friend, Megumi, in hopes he also sensed something amiss in the air. The man only had his cheek squished against his hand, bored with the introduction. Of course, he was of no help. 

Megumi was the longest and really only friend you had in this forsaken school. The fellow senior was the only one that tolerated your abrasive and mischievous attitude. If you were lucky, sometimes he would join you in your antics, but usually he was your impulse control. 

After the quick introduction, Father Getou left the room with the same grace he came in with. Before he left the doorway, he locked gazes with you once again, something you couldn’t describe twinkling in those onyx eyes. Whatever it was, the feeling of being acutely aware of the back of your neck didn’t leave. Try as you may, no matter how much you rubbed your nape, the sensation wouldn’t leave. “Are you okay?” Megumi questioned, his eyebrow quirked up.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He shrugged away your bland response and turned back to the nun teaching. The rest of the class dragged on slower than before, if that was even possible. At this point, you abandoned trying to pay attention to whatever bullshit history they spun to fit in the bible, gazing out the window. The leaves had yet to brown and decay like the later priest. 

The bell ringing had pulled you from your soon to be spiraling thoughts. Sighing in relief, you stuff your barely used notebook into your bag. You waited for Megumi to pack his own materials, ready to take the much needed break on the roof.

“Y/n, come here,” the nun beckoned. 

What did I do this time?

Seeing the look on your face, she rolled her eyes and called you over with her hand as one does a dog. “Just get over here.”

“Yes, Sister?” The question on the tip of your tongue.

“You didn’t do anything… this time,” she answered as if reading your thoughts, “Father Getou would just like to talk to you in his office.”

“Why?” You placed your hand on your hip, already on the defensive.

“Stop being so insolent and go.”

Waving your hand as you walked you snarked, “fine, fine. I’m going.”

As she muttered under her breath, you ignored her as you walked down the halls bustling with other students to the Father’s office. The path to the room was one that was familiar to you, by now you wouldn’t be surprised if your footprints were welded into the hardwood floors. The school was old, but prestigious. Despite the way the worn wood creaks, it was a dark, squeaky clean mahogany. The rich cherry color crept three-fourths up the wall until it merged with ivory. Sunlight seeped in from the long, gothic style windows. If you weren’t dropped off here as a punishment, you would have admired the buildings more. 

You whistled, hands clasped behind your back as you took your time. Thick heels clicked against the floor and you paid no mind to the disturbance you were sure causing. Whoever this new priest was, you didn’t get a good feeling about him.

Despite your dilly-dallying, Father Getou’s office door stood before you. Peering up, you see the previous Father’s plaque was already replaced. That was fast. You tilted your head at the gold sheet. 

You reached up to knock on the door, but before your knuckles could hit the wood a “come in,” called from the other side. He must have seen your shadow from beneath the door. How particular. 

Pushing the door open, you spied Father Getou sitting at the desk, taking up the whole room. He sat there with his face resting on intertwined hands. His face was pulled into a sickly sweet, closed lip smile. Even in his all black attire except the white collar binding him to his oath to God, nothing seemed holy about him. A wolf amongst sheep. When will he shed his wool?

“Don’t just stand there,” he summoned you over. 

You were cautious as you stepped further into the den. Nothing about the office had changed besides who now resides inside it. Each wall was the same, no pictures were taken down as the previous priest never cared for material things. You could assume Father Getou was the same way. 

The chair that was the same cherry hue as the rest of the wood around you was just as familial as the walk here. Making yourself as comfortable as you possibly could in the uncushioned seat, sitting here was punishment on your poor ass. You slouched into the chair and kept your hands on your lap. Your eyes stared right into his, not breaking the connection. He simply grinned wider. 

You shifted, your mission to make him uncomfortable flipped onto you, “why am I here?”

Father Getou leaned back and placed his hands onto the desk, crossed. The image of such reformity. That same overly pleasant look was on his face. “Nothing bad, I swear. I’m just hoping to get to know all my new students, nothing more.”

His words were innocent enough, you didn’t get why you were called first. It's not like you were the oldest student in the school, simply the second oldest. Megumi was the oldest as he also stayed back a grade. It had less to do with being a nuisance: he was homeschooled so he didn’t have enough credit to be the grade he was supposed to be in. 

Father Getou bent down to pull out a file from a drawer in the desk. You weren’t even surprised that your file was kept so close on-hand. He flipped the manila folder open with a swish. From the yellowed paper sat your information from birthdate to height all the way to your records. “Ah, it says here Ms. L/n that you have quite the record. Tendency to ignore instructions, skip out of class and not participate during prayer, just to name a few things. Quite the problem child I have on my hands,” his words slithered in your ears. His tone was almost playful like your behavior was a joke between the two of you. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say to that.” Your words were honest. You weren’t going to lie or even defend yourself.

“It also says,” he continues, completely ignoring you, “that your parents placed you here two years ago, your first junior year. My, were you even more rambunctious than you are now.” He glanced up at you, eyes lit up as you silently seethed in your seat. You don’t see how this needed to be read out to you.

Gracefully he closed the file. Father Getou placed his hand over the file and leaned over the desk, back to being closer to you. 

“We will be seeing each other a lot more in the future, my problem child.”

You grimaced at the less than savory pet name. “May I go now?”

He raised a brow.

“Father?” 

“Yes, of course. Run along.”

You couldn’t have left that damned office faster.

“Did you hear that Hina collapsed?” One girl murmured.

The one beside her, her eyebrows pinched and peaked in the center, “yeah, I was in her class when all of a sudden she fainted! And get this, blood was pouring out her nose, too.”

The girl shuttered and rubbed her arms almost hugging herself, “God this is giving me the chills. This is the third girl to pass out this week! I hope I don’t catch what they have, God willing--”

“Ahem!” Before the girls could finish gossiping a nun came barrelling towards them, “don’t you girls have places to be?” “Sorry sister.” They scampered off, tails between their legs.

You stood on top of one of the high window sills along with Megumi. Up above the rest of the school, you giggled at the scolding the younger girls received. Your partner in crime elbowed you. “Don’t be mean.” Rolling your eyes, you quipped, “I’m not being mean, ‘gumi.”

He feigns throwing up at the nickname and you giggled harder in response. It was an atrocious shortening of his name and you loved torturing him with it. 

“And you two! Get down from there,” the same nun shouted.

“Uh oh, busted.” You grabbed Megumi’s hand and jumped down from your perch. 

Hand in hand, Megumi pulled you away from the seething Sister down the hall and out a side door. Out from there you guys run towards your usual spot. Skipping now, you race in front of Megumi. Turning to look behind you, fingers still clasped together, a rare smile graced Megumi’s lips. 

“Fuck!” You shouted as you ran straight into a solid mass. Falling on your ass at the force, Megumi tumbled with you.

Rubbing your nose, you looked up to see Father Getou standing in front of you. A smile on his face as he tilted his head at your position. You were quick to smooth out your skirt, almost conscious of how you look. 

His already large frame towered over you, like you were a mere ant to be stepped on by a careless child. Megumi who had fallen with you groaned in pain. In the scuffle, your hands were separated. As Father Getou offered his own palm to help you up, your hand oddly felt empty. Dismissing his gesture, you got up on your own. Though as you swung your leg to your side to lift up, your legs gave up from under you. 

Confused, you glanced back up, Father Getou still had a smile but his cheek twitched. Bending down, he grabbed your upper arm, gentle but firm. “Please be careful,” he spoke in the air around the three of you, but he breached the space only between you two, “it’s rather rude to refuse help from someone who so nicely offers it.”

You grimaced at his hot breath on your neck. Ripping your arm from his grasp, you turned to Megumi who got up from his own. Taking the hint, Father Getou took a step back, but his eyes stayed to you. 

“Come on, let's go,” you said to Megumi and forced his body away from the priest. Keeping a hand on Megumi’s back, your head pivoted around to take one last glance. There, Father Getou’s smile was gone as he gave you a dead-eyed look, almost full of contempt before he slapped a simper back on.

His eyes were so full of soft rage they seemingly gleamed red for a moment. 

Days bled into weeks as the weather grew colder. By now, the leaves had dried and died, decorating the frost-bitten ground with their carcasses. Leaves crunched under your worn mary-janes. The school grounds were barren as everyone was either in class, leaving the church completely empty. This was the only time you truly had time to yourself. You rounded the corner of the back of the church. Bending down, you rummaged through the bush where you hid your cigarettes. 

“Aha!” you rejoiced in a whisper, finally grasping the crumpled box.

Reaching further into the bush as it rustled, you also grasp your lighter. You used to keep it on you, but the nuns had patted you down when some idiot lit the trash in the cafeteria on fire. Of course it got blamed on you and not the other students (most likely the boys) being idiots. You weren’t a pyromaniac, you just wanted to smoke in peace. 

Stretching back up, you turned towards the church to combat the wind. Pulling a cigarette from the pack, you tucked the box under your arm. Placing the tan filter in between your lips, you cupped your hand at the end of the cigarette, sparking the lighter to life. 

“Come on,” you muttered, eyes going cross-eyed from glaring at the damn lighter. 

Finally the fire caught. You inhaled the nicotine, the headache you previously had wiped away. Sighing in relief, you tossed the lighter back into the bush. Spinning around to face away from the church to gaze in the woods that surrounded the area, a screech left your lungs. 

Not even two meters away from you stood Father Getou, hands behind his back like usual.

“Fuck!” you seethed and quickly ripped the cigarette from your mouth onto the ground. You were quick to stomp it out and kick into a different bush that wasn’t where your lighter was. The box still tucked under your arm, you grasp it and hide it behind your back. 

Father Getou watched as you scrambled, silent as he closed the distance easily. Like he did a few weeks ago, he crowded your space, making you crane your neck to remain eye contact. His hands pull themselves from behind his back, one wrapping around you to pry the cigarette box from your shaking hands. As he pulled his hand back, he mockingly shook it in front of your face. 

“These are mine now.”

You only glared back, pissed but there really wasn’t anything you could do now. Father Getou put the carton in the pockets of his robes. Despite taking the offending item, he still perpetrated the air around you. 

“Don’t let this happen again,” he leaned his head down to nose against your neck, “it ruins your smell.”

You flinched back at his odd words. “We will see about that,” you responded to the first thing, ignoring his weird statement.

At that, Father Getou stood up straight, “I suppose we will, my dear trouble child.” 

Taking that as his cue, he left you stranded behind the church, the smell of nicotine still clinging. Getting over the icky sensation Father Getou leaves, ire festered in your lungs. That was your last pack for this month, it was incredibly difficult to sneak out into town. 

Sure he was gone by now, you leave the church to stomp your way back into the main grounds. Time had barely passed as there was still no one outside. The wind whistled and shivers went down your spine so you wrapped your cardigan closer to you. Warmth barely came from the action. An eerie inkling ticked at the nape of your neck. Just like when you first met Father Getou, you rubbed the skin, hating how unseen eyes bored into you. 

Quickening your pace, you barrel through the school doors. From there the halls were just as empty. You could hear a faint cough that plagued the grounds. For the past month, students have been dropping like flies. More and more have been visiting the infirmary with flu-like symptoms before collapsing. There have been dozens of students now that have not come back to class. You were all told that the parents took them home until they felt better, but you knew that was bullshit.

It was only October. 

You pushed the thought from your head and continued to your destination. You climbed the winding stairway to the right that led to the boys dorms. Technically you weren’t allowed to go there, but what the nuns don’t know won’t kill them and no one was going to snitch. 

Slamming the door open to the common room, you spied Megumi and Yuuji, another senior, deep in conversation.

“The fucker stole my cigarettes!”

Both jumped at your shrill voice so absorbed in what they were talking about.

“Who?” Megumi asked. 

“Did a nun finally catch you?” Yuuji laughed. He always bet on when--not if--you were going to be caught.

Walking over to the two, you smack Yuuji upside the head, “no, asshole. Father Getou took them.”

Yuuji rubbed his head, muttering about how you had an arm on you. You ignored him as you jumped over the back of the couch to sit between the two. As you got comfortable, you crossed your arms and pouted. 

“Take them back then,” Megumi said flippantly, rolling his eyes at your pout.

You perked up, “that’s a good idea.” His face instantly deadpanned, “I was joking.”

“And well, I’m not.”

The oldest of you three sighed, raising a brow at you, “How are you even going to get into his office?”

An evil grin graced your lips, tightening your crossed arms. “I have my ways.”

Plan set in motion, you actually attended the rest of your classes. You didn’t need a nun on your ass as well. Classes usually ended at three o’clock so you would only have to wait until dinner was served at six o’clock. During that time Father Getou would offer a prayer before the meal. The prayer would be no longer than 5 minutes as well as the  time for him to get back to his office since he never ate with the rest of the staff and students. So you had to be fast. 

Time seemed to drag on as you waited for the clock to strike three. Before dinner, you needed to grab a set of keys as the priest never left his office unattended to. You would have to steal from the janitor as he was the only one with keys to all the doors in the school. 

It was quite easy to steal from him as this wasn’t the first time you swiped his keys. The man was incredibly absent-minded and you felt almost bad for abusing that character flaw. 

Three rings of the grandfather clock indicated the exact time you were waiting for. 

“Finally,” you mumbled.

Shoving your unused notebook and pens into your bag, you raced out of the room. You waved bye to the nun who rolled her eyes at you. She loved you. 

The bustle of other students in the wide halls nearly suffocated you. It was hard to see over the bodies swarming you. Everyone was as anticipating down time as you were, racing to get to whatever hangout spot they chose. 

“Y/n!” A voice called from amongst the crowd.

Going on your tip-toes you tried to peer over everyone to see who was called you.

“Over here, idiot!”

Turning your head to the right, Yuuji was standing on the windowsill, waving his hand like crazy. Smiling, you push your way through the gaggle to make it to the pink haired man. 

Grasping his hand that he offered, he uprooted you onto the ledge with him. Sure you were stable, he let you go. 

“You still going through with your plan?”

“Of course I am.” “Wouldn’t it just be easier to buy a new pack?” He tilted his head to look more at you.

“Maybe, but I want my shit back.” “Ah!” he quipped, finger pointing up before directing it at you, “this isn’t about your addiction, this is a matter of pride.”

You grabbed his digit and bent it backwards until he yelped, “don’t act smart, Yuuji.”

“I am wounded, in two ways!” Yuuji rubbed his finger dramatically to emphasize his words. 

Ignoring him, you spied the janitor and therefore the keys attached to his dull grey jumpsuit. You could only hope at some point he would put them down so you didn’t have to actually steal them off his body. 

As the bodies dispersed, you hopped down from your perch, Yuuji following. The janitor mosied his way down the hallways into one of the bathrooms. He put a sign that he was cleaning so no girls felt uncomfortable seeing him in there. You hated how sweet he was, it made it hard to steal from him.

Ignoring the sign, you followed him in. The door was left open so you didn’t have to worry about the creaking sound. Yuuji stood guard outside the bathroom in case. The janitor took off his keys, hating how the giant circle of metal hit his leg as he cleaned. He placed them on his cart at the front of the bathroom. 

The bathrooms in the school were oddly designed. The room was shaped like an L. Entering there was a row of 5 rows of bathroom stalls and parallel to it was two big mirrors with a table attached to the wall, spanning the length of said wall. Around the corner was where two sinks were. Even at the sink closest to the door, you would have stepped away to see who entered. 

Counting all your lucky stars, the janitor started with the sinks. Knowing it wouldn't take more than a couple moments to clean, you rapidly tip-toed to the cart, sure not to let your heels touch the ground. As quiet as possible you dipped over to where the keys were placed. You knew exactly what key was used for the priest’s office. It was how you found the late priest’s body in the first place. 

The key was a deep bronze, a cross carved into it that was almost worn down by now. The metal was probably as ancient as the school. Your fingers delicately pulled the keyring apart, keeping the keys on the flat surface. As the thin metal parted like a split lip, you tugged key after key to reach the one you wanted. Unfortunately it was in the middle of the line. 

Footsteps that weren’t yours had you pause. Glancing from over the cart, you eyed the bend of the room. You stopped breathing. Seconds passed by. The janitor didn’t emerge from the other side. Sagging in relief, you rapidly take the keys off until you reach the bronze. Biting your lip, you twirled it in your fingers so it fell into your palm. Pocketing your prize, you shoved the rest of the keys back onto the ring forgoing the order. 

Mission completed, you raced out of the bathroom. The janitor left the section of the toilets just as you left. Heart pounding, you grabbed Yuuji and speed walked the opposite way of the bathroom. 

“Did you get it?” 

You shushed him and kept going until you guys entered a different hallway. Collapsing against the wall, you peered back down the hall you left anticipating an angry janitor demanding his key back. After a few seconds of pure silence, you rested your head on the wall and closed your lids. 

“So?” Yuuji questioned eagerly.

Smirking, you opened your eyes and went into your cardigan pocket. Pinching the key between your fingers, you dangled it in front of his face. 

“Holy shit!” He laughed. 

“I told you I could do it,” your tone was smug. 

Yuuji bumped shoulders with you, giddy, “Now you just have to get past Father Getou. I swear that dude has eyes on the back of his head or literally everywhere. He always knows what’s going on. It’s annoying,” Yuuji pouted.

“If I’m quick enough during dinner then I won’t have to deal with his creepy sixth sense of telling when we are up to something.”

“I’ll sneak some food for you,” Yuuji offered.

“Nah I will be back before then. Gotta be in and out or else it will raise suspicion.”

“Well if you can steal a key from someone right under their nose, I’m sure this will be a piece of cake.”

Locking arms with you, you two make your way back to the common room, “Don’t you know it.”

Your leg bobbed up and down as you glared at the clock on the wall in the boy’s common room. This was like watching water boil. For everything to go according to plan, you had to reach his office right at six and not a second earlier or later. Everything would fall out of place if you ended up caught before you could even make it into the office. 

“Staring at it won’t make it go faster,” Megumi spoke.

“Shut up.”

“I still can’t believe you decided to go through with this,” he lectured, “I was joking. If you wanted cigarettes so bad, I could buy some for you.”

Still not looking at him, you wave your hand like he was a pestering fly, “it isn’t about cigarettes, it's about--”

“--them being yours,” he cut you off and finished your sentence, “yeah yeah, I still think it’s stupid.”

Before Megumi could finish his scolding, the clock struck five-fifty-six. 

“I gotta go!” You sprung from the couch and raced towards the door.

You heard him muttering under his breath to which you took no offense to. Megumi was always the more responsible of you two. 

Your body slammed against the door, swinging it loose and almost hitting an underclassmen. 

“I’m sorry!” You called as you brushed past them.

They simply kept walking, probably used to you. The colors of the building flew around you, your feet carrying you down the stairs. Repetitive clicking against the wood was satisfying to your ears as you jumped from the bottom three. You stumbled a little but were quick to gain your footing. 

Rounding the hallway in which Father Getou resided, you waited and hid behind the wall. Peeking your head out, you saw him leave his office with a turn of his own key. He continued down the other end of the hall to make it to the cafeteria. Though, he stopped. Your breath caught in your throat. 

As he turned his head, you shot back behind the wall. Finding purchase in the wall, your hands by your hips. You stilled your inhale. The sound of his footsteps pattering further away brought air back into your lungs. Letting out a stuttering exhale, you peeked from the wall again, Father Getou was truly gone. 

The deep chime of the grandfather struck six times. Affirmed that he was giving thanks to the food, you ran to the door. Taking the key from your pocket, you jammed it into the door knob. You fumbled with shaking hands. Sweat caked your palms as the key finally went in. Twisting it, the lock unlatched with a click. Taking no time to celebrate the mini victory, the door opened and closed with vigor. Putting the key back in your pocket, you raced to behind his desk. 

Crouching down you started at the left side, the first drawer was completely empty. Slamming it closed, you went down to the second to meet with the same result, no cigarettes. You opened the bottom most drawer only to find paperwork and a bible. Seething, you made your way to the right side this time starting with the bottom drawer. This one didn’t unfasten at all. Biting the inside of your cheek, you left it as it is. It must be the drawer where student files are in. You unhinged the second drawer only to be met with something strange. 

In the desk was Hina’s necklace. One of the first students to fall ill, you hadn’t seen her since September. You weren’t close with her in any way, but it was often she fiddled with the silver teddy bear charm. The clasp was broken. 

Completely perplexed, you take the necklace and shut the drawer. You try not to dwell on it as you were on limited time so you opened the last drawer only to be met with nothing. Stressed, you pulled at your hair. 

The sound of the door shutting had your pupils blown wide. Peeling your hands from your hair, you slowly look over the desk to see Father Getou standing in the only feasible exit in the room. Seeing you saw him, the priest turned the lock with a resounding click.

Adrenaline pumping, you shot up from your crouched position. Completely trapped in a room with Father Getou was foreboding and your legs quivered. You never felt this scared of any of the staff in the school.

His posture was full of leisure and amusement. Fancy dress shoes pittered against the floor as he made his way over to you.

“It hasn’t even been a day and you already gave into temptation.”

Like a wraith, the priest walked around the desk until he had you completely against the furniture. The edge dug into your lower back as you gripped the same edge. His nose was mere centimeters. 

Swallowing, you refused to give into his intimidating tactics and taunts, “isn’t one of the commandments to not steal? I’m only here to take back what is mine.”

“I wasn’t stealing, only relieving you of sin.”

“As if we all don’t sin, some way or another,” You scoffed at the notion. He wasn’t relieving anything, only toying with you

“Yes but some of us repent.”

Your lip twitched, “Hypocritic.”

“Heretic,” he gives a side smile, like you two were playing a game. 

The room shrunk as he brushed his nose to yours. Your nails dug into the wood. What would crack first, your nail bed or the wood. You hoped the wood so you would leave evidence you were in here.

The priest’s hand reached for you and you flinched back. The hand stopped and redirected its journey from your face to your hair. Placing the palm on your head, it engulfed you. If he so desired, he could crush your skull like a grape. 

Gently he stroked the hair that grew from your roots. As he stared at you with such a soft gaze, you felt yourself give in to his affections. Your eyelids slipped closed as you leaned into his palm like a touch starved kitten. 

“There you go my sweet girl.”

His voice pulled you out. Gripping his wrist, you wrench from him like skin melted together. Open your lids, you glowered at him. 

“Get away from me.”

Sighing, Father Getou followed your wishes and stepped away with hands raised. Keeping your leer on him, you walked backwards until your back hit the door. With trembling fingers you twisted the lock open, freeing you. 

Father Getou put his hands behind his back once more, visage blank. You ripped the door open and high tailed from the strange priest. Those blasted cigarettes were long forgotten. Instead Hina’s necklace was heavy as the earth in your pocket.

Six more students were put into hospice later that night. 

Next to Spring, Winter was your least favorite season. The snow was pretty, but the holiday season was the bane of your existence. The past three years you had no one to celebrate with along with the arrival of your birthday. At this point you had stopped acknowledging it. Since you and Megumi were only a week apart in age, you focused more on making it about him. Megumi could relate to being dumped into this school with no contact of family.

Apparently it wasn’t even his father that dropped him off, but a family friend he lived with since he was five years old. He doesn’t even remember his dad besides vague memories. You wish you could say the same. 

December came and went, January had crept up. So here you sat shivering in the church as mass was in session. You were slouched down in your seat, completely uninterested in what the head nun was blabbering about. By now, the bible was ingrained and singed into your brain. Instead of ridges it was wrinkled with the word of God. 

You huffed out a laugh, you were sure they would have loved that. No thoughts, only God. Megumi eyed you from where he leaned his forearms on the pew in front of him, fingers interlocked. He also didn’t care for prayer but he was damn good at pretending. 

“Ms. L/n,” a voice seethed. 

To the left of you was a nun, looking like she swallowed a whole lemon. Her arms were crossed like yours, but out of contempt and not boredom. 

“This is the last time I am going to tell you to sit properly.”

“I am cold,” you bit back, irritated. For some reason they decided to keep the doors open. 

The nun’s nostrils flared, “go to Father Getou.”

You thought you were cold now, but the sound of his name sent ice into your blood, “but--!”

“Go,” she barked. She stomped away to where you assumed she was going to phone Father Getou that you were going to pay him a visit.

Wanting to get this done and over with, you get up from your seat and take the walk of shame out of the church. Some students watched as you left mass and others kept to their prayer. Though who eyed you, half were curious and others jealous. Maybe if they showed how bored they were, they could follow you out. If only.

Taking the path less traveled, funnily enough, to Father Getou’s office. Since that night months ago, you had avoided him like the plague. Since finding Hina’s necklace, you grew even more wary of him. You could handle a touchy priest, but the words left unsaid of why her broken necklace was in his drawers had you nervous. 

Faster than you would have liked, you stood before his office door. Knocking, you waited for him to beckon you in. 

“Enter.”

Abandon hope, ye who enter here, you joked in your head. It didn’t make you feel any better. 

Opening the gateway, Father Getou was at his desk, ignoring you as you walked in and took a seat in front of the writing table without any instructions. He kept writing on the documents in front of him. Sneakily you tilted your head up to get a better look at what the paperwork was about. From what you could read it was a parent worried about their child’s whereabouts. Before you could read more, Father Getou slid it away from your view.

“So I got a call that you weren’t participating in mass.”

Tapping your foot, apathetic to having had this conversation hundreds of times before. Instead Father Getou it was the late priest whose tone was kind and full of pity compared to smugness. 

“You can say that.” 

The morning sun spilled into the room from behind him. A halo of light surrounded him likened to an angel. As if.

Knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with you, he got up from his seat and walked behind you. 

On edge, you try to get up, “what are you--”

"My child, do you even believe in God?" He placed his hands on your shoulders, forcing you in your seat. 

"N-not particularly," you answered, suspicious of his intentions.

He bent at the waist, leaning into your ear. His form swallowed yours. You were like a butterfly pinned to a board. Every stroke of his strong, heavy hands, broke the fragile wings. Your spine crumbled like the membrane.

The longer in his presence, the harder to resist the pull of his touches. Like a drug addict he was the syrupy call of just one more hit. 

“How about you?” You slurred.

“What about me,” Father Getou rested his chin upon your head. Bathing you in. 

Lulled by his melody, you continued, “Are you a believer?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

Your body slacks, but your hand hitting the side of the chair broke you out of whatever trance he put you in. Rolling your shoulders, you sprung up, hoping his teeth hit each other. Unfortunately, he released you before he sustained an injury. 

Whipping around, you glowered, “You’re weird.”

His face fell, “you wound me.”

Getting up from the chair, you round it to keep eye contact. Despite his towering frame, you tempted the beast. “You’re weird,” you repeated, “and I am not fooled by you. Whatever it is, keep it away from me.”

And like before, you walk out with your gaze locked onto his. 

As the flowers bloomed through the March frost, over seventy students have fallen ill and three-fourths of those students were sent home to recover. Fear swept through the whole student body, terrified they were the next to fall sick. 

Contempt filled you as you sat in the infirmary. Those that are the newest patients got to stay in the nurse’s office while the others were sent to the gymnasium that was now turned into a makeshift hospital. There was only one nurse and her assistant. Both were stretched thin as the students rapidly got sicker. Impuissance filled you as you offered your help.

The student who laid in the bed coughed into their elbow as you wiped a cool cloth across her forehead. The antibiotics she had taken offered no solace so you tried your best to keep her fever down and soothe the aches. 

She started coughing more violently, hunching over herself in pain. As she started gasping for air, terror struck you.

“I-I’ll get the nurse.”

You hurried out of the room and down the hall to where she was attending other students in the gym. Moonlight along with the soft glow of the lanterns spread through the halls. Running down the corridor, a faint groan reached your ears. Your feet skidded as you halted to a stop. 

There, a couple feet from you was a door not latched all the way. Curious and worried, you crept up to the door. More sounds of pain spilled from the room. Now concerned, you looked through the crack of the door.

Slapping your hand over your mouth to cover your gasp, your eyes bulged. Father Getou had one nurse in a pretty compromising position if you only took a quick glance. His own palm swallowed her whole lower face and his head was pressed against her neck. But as you looked closer, her eyes were unfocused and brimmed with tears that spilled over. Father Getou was kissing sweet nothings into her skin, but was feasting upon the flesh. Blood poured out from the wound of his teeth. His free arm was wrapped around her waist to keep her colding body from falling with a thud.

The nun had been one of the people that had been ill the past few days. Now seeing the display in front of you, it had been Father Getou. It had been him all along. Why he had Hina’s necklace made more sense. 

Seeing enough, you walked backwards from the scene and raced down the hallway far away from him. Your mind raced as you thought of where to go. He must have heard your feet skittering away from the door. 

“Y/n,” his voice cooed from behind you.

Paralyzed, you dare not turn around. Similar to a child scared of the monster under their bed, you wanted to hide under your blanket. If you didn’t see it, it wouldn’t see you. 

The slurping sounds of him licking his chops likened to a famished dog disgusted you. 

“Don’t be like that, we can talk about this,” he whined. 

“Fuck you, you can talk to the police.” 

Ready to run towards the nearest phone that was in the nurse’s office, the priest appeared in front of you. Gasping you stumbled backwards. Even in his raven hued attire, the blood from the nun was soaked deep and dripped from his chin. He tried to crowd you like he typically did. 

“Let's see who’s faster, you or me. So run, little lamb, because my fun isn’t over yet.”

A blood-curdling scream blossomed from your chest, praying someone will come. Father Getou’s eyes widened, he rushed to shut you up but it was too late. Out from the woodwork came multiple nuns and students. Your eyes curled into a smug expression as the others saw Father Getou drenched in blood and trying to silence you. 

He didn’t take too kindly to you not playing how he wanted. “You will regret this.”

“Get away from her!” The head nun cried as she came to your aid.

As she pulled you behind her, Father Getou was swifter. Red sprayed from the nun’s throat. Another scream left you as you watched her head lull back and her body flop onto the floorboards. The tougher of the crowd tried to hold Father Getou down, but he slaughtered them as well. The others ran away in fear, rightfully so. 

The hallway was now painted a morbid maroon. His irises that bled into the same color as the walls, locked onto yours. Not taking your chances you ran away as death followed. 

Screams billowed, surrounding you as you tried to find places to hide and where Megumi was. The only place you could think was the roof but if he found a way in, you would be screwed. By now everyone had heard the cries and started to run away as well. The halls were filled with students panicking. You turned a corner to see it was already a blood bath. 

Tripping backwards, you went left instead, slipping on the blood caking the bottom of your shoes. Collapsing on the front entrance doors, you sprinted across the courtyard to the church. Heaving, you forced yourself forward. Maybe, just maybe, you could warn whoever was in the pews to hide and survive. 

Your bloodied feet trample over the budding daisies. The sweet white stained a sour red. You barreled through the closed doors. The few in the church were startled at your sudden appearance. You almost cried in relief to see Megumi among the horde. 

“Everyone, hide!” You begged.

Though instead of listening, they all strayed further from you. Your eyebrows pinched as you went back to the door and shut it and looked for something to jam it closed. 

“What is going on?” Megumi asked.

Wiping the blood off your face from the head nun, your eyes bobbled, “it’s Father Getou. Help me with this.”

Your words only left him with more questions. Before he could ask once more a slam against the church doors caused a scream to leave. 

“Fuck this,” you muttered. 

Grabbing Megumi’s hand, you pulled him towards the confession booth. Shoving him in, you followed and shut it. 

“What are you doing?” Megumi barked.

You covered his mouth and shook your head. This time the doors crashed loose. Megumi was about to open the confession booth but you grasped his uniform shirt, staining his white shirt like the daisies. 

Screams quickly followed the open doors. For the first time in your life, you prayed. For yourself, but also for those being slaughtered like pigs. Father Getou murdered the students who thought they were safe under the eyes of God. The gurgles that accompanied the screeches were proof that God didn’t care. 

From between the four leaf clover pattern of the booth, you watched Father Getou bite and rip out the throat of a freshman girl. Megumi covered your eyes as he watched the same as you. Placing a hand to muffle your sniffles, you clenched your eyes despite the shield. 

A thud resounded through the church. An emptiness echoed as nothing else was heard. The silence billowed as there was no one else needed to be executed. Only droplets reverb-ed through the air. 

Father Getou takes a huge inhale before speaking, “Even with all the blood in this room, I can still smell yours and your stupid fucking pet dog.”

His dress shoes painted in blood, pattered against the soaked floorboards who drank up the life essence. 

“Vampire hunters always reeked of mutt and it's astounding that the smell runs in the family,” Father Getou continued, walking around the room, “that’s right, Megumi, your father was a vampire hunter. He gave you up so you wouldn’t walk his same path. If he only knew his son stumbled right into what he tried to protect him from. Do you think he would like his son’s head delivered in a box or a bag?”

His words trailed off into a manic laugh. 

Even with hands over your ears, you can still hear the muffled sound of his voice. Opening your eyes, you peeled Megumi’s hand from your upper face. Looking up at him with a sincere expression, you glanced at Megumi and then at the door. 

Your closest and only friend shook his head at what you are insinuating. He was not going to do whatever you thought he was. Bringing yourself to his neck, you whispered, “go to the back door.”

Mimicking you, he breathed a short, “no.”

“Trust me.”

Father Getou wanted you from what you could tell and you were going to do whatever you could to make sure Megumi survived. Peering through the veil of the confession booth, Father Getou paced down the pews to locate your exact location. As he idly walked as far from the backdoor as possible, you tumbled out of the box. 

You breaked for the open church doors, half in hope to escape and to give Megumi as much time as possible. Slipping on the blood all over the ground, you scrambled towards the doors, the setting sun painted everything pink. 

Screaming as Father Getou grasped your hair, you lost your footing. You scrambled to get away but he dragged your through the liquid roses, covering you both in blood. Forgoing your cardigan earlier today, the warmth seeped in your white dress shirt. He tugged you down the aisle like a wayward bride. 

“Get off me!” You screeched. Your hands clutched on the one in your head, ripping strands from your scalp. 

Hearing your screams, Megumi abandoned his mission for the backdoor. His focus bounced around the room to find whatever he could to get the vampire off of you. Spying the silver candle piece, he swiped it. 

White knuckling the candle display, he sprinted full force at Father Getou, ready to strike him in the heart from behind. As he closed in, Father Getou’s hand shot out and gripped him by the neck. Megumi let out an ugly choking noise.

Pivoting his gaze to Megumi, he lifts him off the ground until his toes barely touch the ground. Megumi kicked his feet as he tried to pry the hand from his throat. Father Getou’s laughed at his measly attempt to kill him.

The vampire veiled as a priest dropped you. Before you could crawl away, he placed a foot on your back, keeping you right where he wanted. His free hand now clutched onto Megumi’s hair. Wrenching the man to him, he pulled his hand away from Megumi’s neck. Twisting a fist into his shirt, Father Getou ripped Megumi’s head back and dug his teeth into the younger man’s neck. 

Father Getou grimaced at the taste of his blood; hunter’s blood was always bitter.

Another scream tore through your larynx. Megumi’s eyes went wide as Father Getou pried him open. Satisfied with the wound, he dropped Megumi’s body. He collapsed like a discarded doll. Your fingernails broke as you tried to escape the vampire’s foot to slow Megumi’s bleeding. 

He bent down and heaved you over his shoulder. You thrashed and screamed, doing all you could to get to Megumi. Your efforts were met with indifference as the vampire carried you to the altar. Standing behind it like he did during mass, he dropped you on your stomach onto the table. Refusing to give up, you crawled away to Megumi who was slumped on the floor doing his best to stay alive. He clutched his own torn throat. 

Father Getou tugged you back to him by your ankle. Your nails bored into the wood, the blood on the altar made it easier to tug you to his front. Your legs hung off the side. He draped his body over yours, tugging your head up by your hair.

You were forced to see the mess before you. There were nine bodies scattered through the pews and floors. And in the middle of the aisle was Megumi, flickering in and out. 

"Look at what we created."

"I had nothing to do with this!" You barked and struggled once more.

He dug his hips into yours. You stilled at his cock that strained through his robes. 

"Oh but you did. The second you crawled your way into my brain it was an itch I had to scratch."

"It was you! I didn't murder anyone, It was you," your voice cracked.

“Yes but your curiosity did. You just had to not mind your business and now everyone is slaughtered like lambs. I wanted to be merciful: you forced my hand.”

You could only hiccup and sob as you see your best friend attempt to save his own life. His eyelids fluttered like monarch wings. “Please!” you strained, praying that your words get through to him.

Pushing you further into the altar, Father Getou placed his hands on your hips. The warmth of his palms stroke up to your waist and pinch and prod the fat there. He bucked up, loving how you feel under him. 

You wiggled, refusing to make this easy for him. He huffed in frustration and flipped you over. Sprawled out, he takes purchase in between your spread thighs. His own mass kept you from shutting your legs. 

“Knock it off,” he fumed. 

He flipped your skirt up to spy your daisy white panties. With that, he pulled down your thigh highs that were as black as his own hair. He hummed at your skin as if he unwrapped a present.

The vampire brought a leg up as he arched over, mouthing your inner thigh. His lips were soft and sticky with strawberry jam blood. Poking his tongue out, he trailed the appendage up until it met with your groin. 

“Don’t you want to be wanted,” he said between kisses. 

“I hate you, I hate you,” you babbled, tilting your head up.

An upside down Megumi had gone limp but his eyes still dully watch you. He was dying.

Spying your attention was on something else, Father Getou tutted.

He breathed into your inner thigh, “what if i make us a deal.” “W-what?” Never in your life did you feel so powerless. If you must make the deal with a devil, you will. 

“Be mine. Don’t struggle or refuse and I will save your little friend.”

“What's the catch?”

“No catch.” “Promise?” You naively begged, you didn’t have much but you weren’t going to blindly agree. “Cross my heart,” he smirked with sly eyes glancing up from your leg,a long finger traced an X where his heart should be.

You shakily nodded. 

With glee, he bit into your leg at last. Binding you both in blood. You screamed at the intrusion.

The flesh cracked like an egg, your blood the yolk. He took big gulps of your very liquid as if he was drinking the sweetest of syrup. From being upside down to keep your eye on Megumi and how he drained you of all your worth, rainbow glowing lights danced in your irises. Having his fill, Father Getou took a break and licked up the wound. From there the blood instantly coagulated. He didn’t part from your legs as he went back up to where your pussy was still covered. Forgoing the blood on his mouth, he kissed your clit. Your legs jumped at the sensation. 

“Sensitive,” he mocked with a laugh. 

Dizzy from the blood loss, you were rendered pliant as he pulled your knees up to your chest. The hands under your knees, one dragged its way down so his thumb can stroke up and down your slit. You whined, not used to other fingers pleasing you. 

Impatient, Father Getou took the altar knife to the right of you. Teasingly, he uses the tip of it to dance from the bottom of your slit to the top. You laid so very still, terrified of him slipping. Ending your torture--or rather his--he tucked the knife under the band of your panties and ripped upwards. He went to the other side to repeat the action. The cut fabric fell away to show your pussy to the beast before you. The knife cluttered somewhere on the floor, too far for you to grab. Reaching down, he pulled the panties from under you so you were completely bare. 

Leaning over you, his hair curtained around you so all you saw was him him him. With the same hand, he brought two fingers to your slit like he did the knife. Free of the fabric you felt how his finger pads swirled the swollen skin. You whimpered at how he explored your cunny. 

“My little lamb, still so pure.” His tone was gravelly, savory how you were untouched.

“Pervert,” you muttered, still out of it from the blood loss.

He hummed, “still coherent enough to be bratty. Let's change that.”

That was your only warning before his fingers breached your hole. All the air was punched out of you as you got accustomed to his appendages. You were not wet enough and his fingers were so much longer and thicker than yours. Your hands scrambled to find purchase in something. Your own fingers curled into the sash on the altar. The shimmery gold corrupted by your drenched hands. 

Father Getou gazed at your face as he started a fast rhythm. You had no time to think as he pounded his fingers into your virgin pussy. Crying out, your back arched and withered as he easily found the spongy spot inside you.

He coaxed moans from you. You tried to bite your lip to stifle the noises, humiliated that you were being fingerfucked as Megumi was dying meters away from you. 

His hand gripped your thigh harder as you squirmed more, not to get away but from the pleasure. You were almost there but your neglected clit begged for attention. Though you refused to beg for anything from him.

As if sensing what you craved, his hand on your thigh slipped down so his thumb swirled patterns into your bundle of nerves. Clenching your eyes closed, you moaned out to the room. Just as you were about to cum, Father Getou stopped his fingers and pinched your clit. You screeched at the pain. Your head shot up in confusion and agony. 

“Did you think it was that easy, little lamb?” 

Tears bubbled up, hating yourself and him for wanting more. Surrounded by dead bodies, all you could think about was reaching your climax? He was polluting your mind.

Hovering over you, he brushed his nose to yours. “Whatever you want, you shall receive, so beg. Beg me, my lamb, and I will give you what you desire.”

Tilting your head down, you saw Megumi. Your brows furrowed, knowing the faster he got what he wanted, the faster he would help your best friend. 

“Please,” you mumbled, glancing at the door.

His fingers that were deep inside you, grasped your face to bring your focus to him again, “care to repeat that?”

“Please fuck me,” you pleaded. 

Closing the gap, Father Getou slotted his lips to yours. He sighed into your mouth, content to conquer every bit of you. 

Pulling away, he spoke, “as you wish.” 

He flipped open his robes and tugged down his pants. His cock flopped out from its confinement. The appendage was well above average and the tip was an angry red with pre-cum drooling out. A wet spot had formed on his own pants, anticipating this moment. 

The vampire brought his cock to your slightly stretched hole. He tapped the head against your clit and you yelped still sensitive from his torture. Whether he grew bored with teasing you or he was getting impatient, he dragged his dick back to your opening. Without warning, he bullied his way inside you.

You screamed at the stretch. Your walls burned as his cock carved its way deep in your walls. 

“F-fuck,” he stuttered.

He pushed until his hips were flush to yours, dick to the hilt. Not letting you adjust to the size, he pulled his cock back to slam into you once more. 

Crying, your gaze stayed unfocused on the ceiling above you. The roof was painted with scriptures of God and angels. Even in the house of God you were left abandoned. 

Engulfing you, Father Getou, brought his head to your neck. His sharp fangs tickled the unmarked skin, so much more fragile than the other flesh. 

“Please, god, I’m so sorry,” you begged, glaring at the cherubs that left you all to rot. “Oh now do you believe in god, my little lamb?” he sighed into your ear, “unfortunately for you, the only god here is me.”

His hips pistoned at the same rhythm, doing all he could to chase his release. Despite his desire to come, he wanted to stay wrapped in your hot, wet walls for the rest of his life. You were everything he dreamed of and more. And here you were, under him, mouth agape from the cries and whimpers. 

Gripping into you to the point the meat of your thighs were bruised. He left his mark on all of you until the only thing left of you was him. You were his to taint and corrupt beyond recognition. He would ruin you until the only creature on this earth who would love you was him. 

Wanting your walls to clench down on him, he returned to your clit. His thumb circled it with the right amount of firm pressure. Even as you begged for more, he kept the same pace. You were almost there and he yanked you to your release by breaking the flesh of your neck, right under your ear. 

You came with a high pitched moan. Withering, your loose leg wrapped around his hip, your body betraying you to bring him closer. 

Father Getou laughed, giddy. He followed soon after, smooshing his hips to yours so you were filled to the brim of his hot cum. Slumping on top of you, he let go of your thighs as you pulled from him. 

“Save him,” your tone was dead and so was your stare.

“Hush, we have all the time in the world.”

Sobbing, you tucked your hands under you to push against his chest, “you promised.”

Your fists started to pound against his pectorals, becoming more hysterical as he hadn’t moved.

“You promised, you promised, you promised!” You screeched until the capillaries in your sclera burst.

Having had enough of your tantrum, Father Getou released himself of you and pulled his softened cock from your walls. Tucking himself back into his pants, he left you on the altar, broken.

“Quit your whining, you imprudent child.”

Flipping yourself on your stomach, you watched as he walked to Megumi’s still body. Sobs still wracked through your body even as the vampire crouched down to the man. Father Getou sliced his wrist apart with his own teeth and poured the blood into Megumi’s mouth. 

You waited with baited breath as Megumi swallowed the rosy syrup. His eyelids batted open once more and you slumped on the table. 

Father Getou stretched back up and licked his wound shut. “I fulfilled my promise. It is your turn.”

He climbed up the stairs to the altar. Twilight shrouded him in shadow. Knowing he could easily take back Megumi’s life as he gave it, you stayed pliant. Offering his hand, palm faced the angels on the ceiling that gossiped of how this time, you took his help.  

@tokyometronetwork​

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SMAU

Yandere Toji, Yandere Nanami, and Yandere Geto when you send them whimper audios.

[ataraxiaspainting]

Old Friend.

Yan Kenjaku x F Reader x Yan Geto.

Synopsis: The stranger looks all too familiar, aside from three peculiar mannerisms. How his fingers creep along the table’s edge. How his voice is too soft, too kind, and not at all cruel. How there are black stitches on his forehead.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, misogyny, use of the word monkey, and descriptions of past physical/mental abuse.

Word Count: 900.

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Flattery comes out from Suguru’s mouth one sentence at a time, the words themselves soothing but the tone not so. After being dressed in clothes you picked out, after being presented with food you loved before captivity, you feel as though you were just revived… reborn. This feeling is foreign and isn’t let into your heart all at once, but little bit by little bit, because you know that Suguru’s gifts are often never superficial, but you also know how fast Suguru’s temper can spew once he has had enough of your antics.

On your knees, that demand is always accompanied by Suguru’s pointer finger facing down to the floor, monkey.

Somehow that collar consistently finds its way into Suguru’s right hand, even without one of his servants giving it to him.

But yet, here and now, you don’t feel the same ominous aura. It’s something darker. Something that for once isn’t directed at you, but the servants Suguru always treated well. So, would that make his aura lighter? You’re not sure. Similar to when it comes to Suguru’s moods and false smiles and truthful lies, you don’t know what to think.

“Master Geto?” You ask, looking past him to the balcony exit behind him. With all the candles put on the table, his face looks nearly fully illuminated, but the shadow covering his eyes is still there regardless. 

“Yes, pet?” Suguru responds, his hands cupping his face as he looks at you. 

“I…” You start, your thumbs caressing one another underneath the long white tablecloth. “Just wanted to thank you… that’s all.”

Suguru chuckles at that. No. Not a chuckle per se. Some sound unknown to you, or perhaps the identity of such was forgotten by you after so many years of being here kneeling at his feet on the floor like a trained mutt. 

Speak.

I’m sorry, Master Geto.

Make it more desperate so I know you won’t make false vows unbefitting of my precious varmint. I’ll even help you. What happens when a dog attempts to hurt its owner?

“Don’t worry about it, [First] dear. You deserve a dinner such as this, for you deserve to celebrate too.” He has never said your name other than when he is displeased with you, so him doing such makes you wince. Suguru takes another sip of his sake, not paying much mind to your innate actions.

They get hit back, Master Geto.

Then what will happen to them next time, if they do it again?

Something will break.

“You look quite divine tonight,” He says, using his knife to split his remaining steak into quarters. He stabs one of the pieces with his fork and chews on it without making much noise.

“Uh…”

“Everything about you is quite beautiful… I can see you becoming my wife one day after all of this is over. That is, if you continue to be so cute and defenseless, it’s your place after all.”

What kind of thing? Speak up.

Anything. A bone… Something they like… Their spirit…

Correct… and what is that thing covering your hand?

“You’re not really eating, dearest… Is something the matter?” He asks. You find yourself questioning if Suguru's concern is genuine. After all, he has faked empathy towards you before, so this wouldn't be the first time.

“No, no… It’s good.” In order to avoid his anger, you proceed to fill your mouth with sake and sesame rice. This amuses him. Does he find your desperation endearing? That would be in character for him, now that you think about it.

A cast, Master Geto.

And what did you do to earn such a thing?

You… broke my hand, after I tried to use the pieces of that broken bedroom window to stab you.

“I’m happy you’re enjoying it.” He grins, leaning in closer. “I have an offer for you. How about we go outside for a walk after this? It has been quite some time since you have seen the full moon, hasn’t it?”

Finally, you can envision a vast expanse of twinkling stars right before your eyes. In the realm of dreams, they reside so near, immune to fading or descending. But you ponder if reality holds the same allure. It has been an eternity since you were last allowed to venture outdoors. Oh, how you yearn for a glimpse of the sky once more.

Tell me, do you think you earned such a thing?

…Yes.

Good. It seems you’re learning.

But the temptation stopped as fast as it came. Dread replaces it in an instant. 

This man isn’t Suguru. You know that much for certain. With every hell he has put you through, you have come to know him and his mannerisms. Those mannerisms are nothing like this man. The thought scares you. Is this man a curse, the same kind Suguru uses against you after every escape attempt? Or is he just a normal man who is acting like him as a placeholder of some sort?

Where… is Suguru?

“...Why are there stitches on your forehead?”