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yandere asylum therapist! suguru x reader

my first ever dark content/yandere oneshot aaaaaa!!! plsss thoroughly go through the cw’s before reading ^^;

read the prequel here!!! :)

cw’s!!: non-consensual drugging, mentions of needles/syringes, medical malpractice, descriptions of violence (gutting, beating someone to death, etc.), mentions/romanticization of cannibalism, blood eating, medical abuse (???), gn! reader, no use of y/n, uhhhh freaky suguru. like he’s actually crazy (but so are u) and uhhh i think that’s it?? ^^;

wc: 1.3k (what.)

“how have you been feeling?” your therapists voice is soft, just barely loud enough for you to hear. it’s like he’s trying to grasp at any sense of normalcy, as if any of this was normal. your head feels like it’s filled with cotton when you move to look at him, a deadly look in your dazed, slow-blinking eyes.

he completely disregards your glare with nothing but a growing smirk, shifting to adjust your position on his lap. “i see you’ve taken well to the sedatives.” his cold hand grazes your bare arm as he speaks and you have to resist the urge to use all of the strength you have left to throw yourself onto the floor just to get away from him. you decided against it. you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you like that.

suguru’s a charming man. every nurse, therapist, and criminal in this hellhole of an institution knew that. maybe that’s why he clung to you like this. you saw through him, had threatened to knock his teeth out just because you found his smile unsettling in the preliminary meeting (“a convenient way to find your perfect fit!” is what one of the brochures had read).

a few weeks later he was your primary therapist. the only one allowed to see you for sessions and the only one able to prescribe what medicine you took.

this time it was a strong sedative administered by needle, only given to you the one day a week you saw him for your “sessions”. he seemed to enjoy this one, considering how he hadn’t switched the prescription in almost a month (though you were sure he was upping the dose every week, there was no other explanation for the way the syringe seemed to get more and more full every time you saw the nurses holding it).

it’s only now that he seemed to notice the narrow-eyed expression you were giving him. “aw, don’t look at me like that… it’s for my safety, angel. i can’t have you lashing out and hurting me, can i?” his palm rests on your cheek and as much as you will the muscles in your neck to jerk away from his touch, it still doesn’t work. only a small grunt leaves you and that sound only heightens the amusement in his eyes.

“m’gonna fuckin’ kill you…” you manage to strain out. you despise how weak your voice sounds. you despise the way his eyebrow quirks up in interest in response to your threat. you despise how his voice comes out a low, patronizing purr when he asks “oh, are you?” because he knows you will. he knows that if he lowers your dose you won’t hesitate to hunt him down. he’s seen your files, he knows.

you let out a shaky breath at his words, that deadly glare in your eyes never faltering as your head nods in response to his question (though he’d barely constitute it as a nod, more like a subtle twitch of your muscles). “m’gonna gut you… cut you alllll the way from your bellybutton to your fuckin’ throat…” you can feel the delirium from your medication settling in when you’re halfway through speaking, but that doesn’t stop you.

“how gruesome.” is all he hums, a deep, twisted glint of admiration in his gaze. “you’ve certainly grown more creative.” the pad of his thumb presses into your bottom lip as he speaks. he seems almost satisfied with your violent description, like you’d just given him the greatest gift he could possibly ask for (to him, it was).

he couldn’t help but feel touched by your words, how you planned something particularly torturous just to bring him as much pain as possible. the way you hurt people — at least before you were admitted — was concise and unmeditated. someone made you lose your temper so you hurt them, plain and simple as that. you were only able to plead insanity because of the way you “blacked out”, only noticing the soreness in your arms (and the brain matter in your hair) after you had beat a man to death.

so for you — a patient with uncontrollable violent outbursts — to plan something specific just for him? oh, he could feel the pleasant chill rolling down his spine. how would you do it, suguru wondered. would you steal a scalpel from the nurses or a knife from the kitchen? would the way you cut him open be clean — planned, even — or would you just hack at his skin until you were satisfied? he could almost imagine the way you’d pin him down (not like you had to, he’d let you see his insides if you asked politely enough) and run the cool metal over his abdomen before he felt the sharp contrast of the warmth of his blood trickling down his skin. he could only hope he would be alive long enough to see the crimson tainting the pretty skin of your hands, getting under your nails and sinking into the grooves of your palms, absorbing every drop of him.

suguru was so lost in his fantasies that he didn’t notice the way you had squinted at his far away expression, a muscle in your jaw giving a small twitch. maybe if you…

suguru also didn’t notice the way you had managed to slowly pry your jaw open, the tip of his thumb now resting against the ridges of your bottom row of teeth. at least, he didn’t notice until you miraculously willed your jaw to snap shut, the metallic taste on your tongue bringing you a primal sense of satisfaction (you would’ve preferred to bite the the tip of his thumb clean off to teach him a lesson, but this would do).

and oh, you would’ve laughed in his face if you could when you heard that strangled little gasp leave his lips. you relished in the way he watched you with a dumbfounded look, his usually piercing eyes opened wide in surprise.

your victory was disturbingly short lived, though. his shock quickly turned into something almost giddy with the way his eyes seemed to light up like a child who was just handed their favorite toy. he forced his thumb deeper into your mouth, his head cocking to the side almost observantly. “how do i taste, angel? hm?” there’s a crazed look in his eyes. you feel like you’re getting dissected. “maybe you should eat me after you cut me open, yeah? i’d let you, you have my permission.” he’s all too eager to give you more ideas, more ways to torture him even after death.

his arm snakes around your middle so he can press a palm to your stomach. “i’d be with you forever… wouldn’t you like that, angel?” he murmurs lowly by your ear. you don’t have the strength to answer anymore, your eyes blinking slower… and slower…

he holds you tight as you slump against him, (the sedatives make you intensely drowsy… it doesn’t help that he had prescribed you double the recommended amount) making a mental note to up your dosage once again. he can’t risk you building up some sort of immunity, can he? if the force of your bite was any indication, he’d have to find a new medicine for you within the next month or two (not like it was any hassle on his end. if anything, he was excited to see your adorably pathetic attempts to brute force your way through the daze of a new drug).

he just had to keep you here with him… you’d learn to love it.

to love him.

Don’t Cry

Content Warning: NSFW/Smut, Noncon/Dark Content, Yandere male x Female reader

Thinking about Yandere who breaks into your house through the window, quietly making his way through your house observing every detail. Picking up framed pictures here and there, slowly making his way through to your bedroom.

Yandere who slowly opens the door to your room making sure not make a single noise. Yandere who quietly walks around the room making sure not to wake you. Sniffing your perfumes, looking and smelling your clothes, then finally resting his eyes on your asleep body.

Yandere who slowly creeps towards your bed, while keeping his eyes on your asleep frame. Finally reaching your side and leaning in close to place a gentle kiss on your hair, then your neck, going lower and lower till he reaches your thighs. Yandere who looks up towards your face, savoring your peaceful face. Looking back down towards your bare thighs and places another kiss. Going back up to your face and places a gentle kiss on your lips.

Yandere who starts to touch and roam your body with his hands, getting lower and lower with each touch. Yandere who finally reaches your hips and goes to remove your underwear filled with little heart shapes. With each tug lower he stills for a moment to make sure as to not wake you.

Yandere who finally tugs your underwear down and is completely enamored with your bare cunt. You shift a bit due to the cold air hitting your cunt, causing him to pause for a moment making sure you don’t wake. Yandere who spreads your legs over to get a better angle at your cunt. Moving closer to give clit a small but gentle peck. Then licking your cunt languidly to get a better taste of you.

Yandere who decides that isn’t enough and delves straight into eating you out in a messily but constructive way. Yandere who feels his pants tighten around his cock as he listens to your whimpers and small whines as they escape your mouth in breathes. Looking up towards you to see each reaction you give him, smiling into your cunt and finally looks away and continues eating you out.

Yandere who doesn’t realize you’re starting to stir awake up wondering what that sensation is on your cunt. Your eyes flutter open looking around the room then setting down towards him. Your breath starts to pick in quick paces and you go to let out a scream only to be stopped by one hand roughly covering your mouth and the other going to your throat. Yandere who mumbles out apologies and how ‘it wasn’t supposed to go like this.’

Yandere who tells you to ‘stay quiet’ and how ‘this will all be over soon. Hearing these words cause tears to flood down your cheeks and attempting to break free of him, only to be stopped by a hand striking you in the face. Yandere who leans down to you and tells you to ‘stop struggling or else he slit your pretty little throat open.’

Yandere who uses the hand that was once covering your mouth to untie his belt and unzip his pants to let his cock be free. Then quickly using both hands he grabs the belt and uses it to tie your hands above your head. Grabbing your throat with one hand again and one hand to grip his cock he lines it up and pushes himself inside you till he’s fully inside. Tears continue to stream down your face, as well as grunt of pain and whimpers from the painful stretch.

Yandere who begins to thrust at a deep and rough pace. Tightening his hand around your throat he lets out small moans and grunts because of how tightly your warm cunt is squeezing him. Your tits start to bounce with each thrust inside you. Yandere who notices and leans down taking a nipple in his mouth and gently bites your nipple while looking into your eyes as tears continue flow from down. Gently letting go of one nipple, he leans towards the other and does the same then finally letting go.

Yandere who moves one hand down to your clit strokes it in languid movements. Yandere who listens and smiles at the small moans and whimpers that slip out of your mouth.

Yandere that starts to thrust at a rougher and sloppier rate as he gets closer to finishing. His moans and grunts start to get louder, as well as your tears and whimpers coming out more. Yandere who says ‘he’s gonna cum inside’ and ‘fill your sweet cunt with his cum till you’re pregnant.’ Which only spurs more tears to spill from eyes, as well you starting to thrash away from his touch from the overstimulation of his thrusts and him stroking your clit at a faster pace.

Yandere who leaned down to your lips and kiss you roughly in a way that will leave your lips bruised. With one final stroke of his fingers you finally cum in a strangle cry.

Yandere who thrust a few more times before finally stilling inside you and cumming deep inside. Yandere who lays down on top of you and thrust a few more times lightly to push the cum deeper inside you.

Your tears start to slow down as you stare at the ceiling above as you feel him rest his body on top of you. Yandere who looks up to your eyes and kisses you in a deep but somewhat gentle manner. Pulling away he lays his head in your neck giving you few more kisses before whispering ‘that he loved you and you were gonna stay with him forever.’

(Sorry for the terrible ending 💔 and sorry if the smut was bad cause this was my first time ever writing it lol, but I hope you enjoyed 🌺)