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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 ^^;

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.

"why suck the strap" why look at a sunset. why listen to your favourite song. why stop to smell the flowers. come on now

suguru x gn!reader

my dearest beloved,

dig my heart out of my chest with your nails and feel the beating of it speed up and stutter in your grasp. make it messy. bloody and painful and perfect. i can love you better that way—without the binding of my body. i can love you from within. without restraint or limit. i can love you without bounds. i can love you in whole.

tare me limb from limb and savour the flavour of me on your tongue. drink me in and stroke my face softly.

take me.

take me.

take me.

take the whole of me and do with it as you please.

i am yours for taking if you'll have me. you do know this, yes?

chew me softly. chew me slowly. taste me. savour me. devour me, and i'll only think that of you as endlessly kind. have your fill of me and then some more. leave nothing of me for the scavenging birds to scavenge. leave nothing of me to the crows and vultures and mice and insects.

peel me back layer by layer, unravel me and take a peak inside. see me, understand and experience for yourself the depth of my eternal soul and its longing for you and all the wars it's gone through. rip my fresh from my bones, and suck me dry of blood. relish in all it is that i am worth.

moan and cry and whimper and groan and enjoy. claws and teeth and all. take pleasure in this the way i know i will. let me know you want to me as desperately as i need you. leave cuts a bruises in your wake, cover those old, painful scars of mine with fresh ones. beautiful ones. i'll sing you to sleep after, lulling you to a dreamscape.

pry my lips open with your fingers. delve into my mouth and seek out my tongue. let me share your breath. to breathe you. and hold my face gently closer to yours as i do. feel my body go lax in you arms.

i want nothing to do with my fighting spirit.

feast upon me, my love. have your fill, take all that you want of me and leave nothing behind, i can only say it is the greatest gift to service you. i'll read to you softly when it's all done.

grind my bones bones into powder and carry me in the necklace that hangs close to your chest. keep me close to you.

i wish only to be yours.

if you'll grant me that privilege.

i'll wait for it forever.

you have ruined me for anyone else. you have ravaged my heart and pillaged my soul and you run rampant in my mind. don't tease, let me be yours.

allow me to be selfish. and forgive it. allow me ruin you for anyone else. for everyone else. allow me to be with you always. allow me to heal your hurt and you guilt from within. allow me to see you in full, in raw, in vulnerable, in the morning.

my only wish to know you, be close to you,

to love you

let the taste of i linger in your mouth, let me linger in your breath. you have so much a head of you dearest, let me fuel you and ready you for your day.

let us become one.

take me in my entirety. make me your own.

bestow upon me the greatest honour i can witlessly dream of; being yours.

truly and wholly yours,

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pen smudges against the paper a little with the abrupt pause of his hand. this feels raw. raw like he hadn't expected it to be; going into this without a plan, only with a oath of honesty to himself. it's delicate and personal, the yolk of an uncooked egg.

he signs of with his name, fingers curling around the pen with practiced ease as its ink glides across the paper with grace. taking a deep breathe as he lets down the pen. his hand cramping a little but paying it no mind. shaking a little but all is well.

he folds the paper gently in thirds, handling it with the rivalling that of care a mother to her new born child. and he just stares.

stares at the now folded paper that sits at his desk. it's as close as he's gotten to expressing his emotions, his feelings that feel so much bigger than him, and this room, and the whole of the universe.

what he feels so deeply in his bones his marrow is familiar with this sentiment he's long struggled to put into words. evident from the crumpled papers filled with candied words and shallow ideas thrown thoughtlessly aside.

but still, he's unsure if this is the right thing to do. if it's wrong, he'll pray to whoever- whatever will listen that he's wrong in every lifetime.

the letter is still politely sat on his desk and he still rudely stares.

taking the neatly folded piece of his heart, finger tips of smudged ink holding it up to a small flame, and watching it turn to ash and burn away.

this a lot for a confession letter right?

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i wrote this for suguru but a few other characters come to mind as well. + your favs

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