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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.

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ghoularaki · 1 year

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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.

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ataraxiaspainting · 4 months

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Presentiment of Massacre.

Yan Geto x F Reader.

Synopsis: Of all the people in your village, why were you the only one spared?

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, manipulation, major spoilers for the start of JJK S2, some not SFW implications, and violence/slight gore.

Word Count: 900.

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“You can see them, can’t you?”

The man is tall, so much taller, so much taller than you who is curled up into a ball in the corner of your home, to hide, an intention that was more or less popped like a balloon. He is so much taller than the corpses littering the floor with their blood, their vomit, their tears. Gazing at the disarray with a mix of revulsion and frustration, he found himself devoid of any trace of it on his person, his exasperation evident as he muttered the word monkeys repeatedly along with quick, muffled talks of cleaning and baths and stains.

“Miss. You can see them, can’t you? The beings around us.”

As he receives no response once more, he pivots. A terrifying grin adorns his face, an unsettling visage that seems to transcend the boundaries of humanity. It appears as if it is a mere appendage, capable of detachment at whim, akin to a magnet or a metallic fragment. This facade, a deceptive guise, conceals the malevolent demon lurking beneath its surface.

“...I… Please… Please just ge-”

“Answer my question.” Interrupting, he maintains a sickeningly warm smile and tone, though his words possess an entirely different temperature. They are demanding. Frigid. For nothing burns quite like the icy cold. “I know you can, from the way you are looking around the room and hiding. Stop pretending you can’t.”

Even when his gaze was averted, his vigilance never wavered, always deciphering the motives behind your awkward, apprehensive behavior. He possesses an uncanny ability to interrogate as if presiding over a courtroom, posing probing inquiries that unveil the heart of the matter. Every response you offer seems to hold the power to determine your verdict: a life of freedom, confinement, or even death.

Opting for honesty may prove beneficial. It could potentially strengthen your position, although there are no guarantees. Contemplating the act of praying, you ponder its efficacy, hoping for assistance from any divine entity that may exist. You certainly wouldn't want to become another disfigured body within the grasp of the beast behind the man's monstrous jaws.

So, after weighing all of this out, your lips part instinctively.

“Ah, I knew it. Unlike these monkeys, you are worthy.” As a reaction to those two sentences, about a million thoughts and questions sprout in your mind. “You will be spared if you join us. You do not want to be rotting on top of these filthy monkey corpses, do you?”

In an instant, you vigorously shake your head, causing a fleeting sense of dizziness, as you promptly respond to his inquiry this time.

“I’ll… I’ll… do it.” As anticipated, the act of surrendering proved to be a complex experience, simultaneously challenging and effortless. This situation resembles a collision of opposing forces, resulting in a powerful and explosive event. However, due to an innate instinct and the familiarity acquired from past encounters with your inebriated father, you find yourself succumbing once again. “Anything.” You don’t think of saying that word specifically, and you regret it later than sooner. “Just… Just please. I want to live.”

A gentle pull brings you to your feet as his hand reaches out to grasp yours.

“I am glad you accepted my conditions. Very glad.” The man brushes his side bang out of his face, his grip becoming slightly looser. “I am Suguru, Suguru Geto. Now, what is your name, my new recruit?”

“...[First].” You whisper your name so softly, questioning whether Geto caught it. “Do I… Do I have to use that too? Because…”

“No, you don’t. Though if you want you can be taught to wield something, something weaker than this.”

He responded to your question as if you were a young child inquiring about the purchasing of infants from a retail establishment. “...But do I have to?”

Geto shook his head and called the beast with two waving fingers. It is a dragon, you think, from how long it is and how it has large white scales, even whiter teeth, and long golden hair partially stained red, and how its large blue eyes stared into your soul.

“That depends on the future.” He says, his grip dwindling even further. The monster disappears with another wave of his hand. He chuckles. “Depends mainly on what you do, and why you do it.”

“…What do you think I would do?”

“You’re not good at hiding your emotions, you know.” Something creeps up your thigh, and before you have the chance to scream he puts his hand on your mouth and his other hand grabs one of your arms. “That gives way to not being able to hide your plans very well. You’re planning on running the first chance you get, aren’t you? Before you do such a silly little thing, I must tell you that I can give you protection, and luxuries beyond your imagination… everyone and everything will bow down to you.”

He looks down at the slimy red thing with at least six eyes, the build and size similar to that of a basketball. Its lips were sucking on your flesh with words like love leaving them in between moments. That was the answer to your unspoken question.

“All you have to do is follow me, okay? No matter where I go, follow me. Do that, and your life will be so much better.”

From the look in his eyes, you already know he had already made the decision for you.

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basicinstnct · 6 months

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spoonfed / suguru geto

word count: 1,181

tags: yandere, drugged sex, non-consensual drug use, forced orgasm, bath sex, vomiting, implied kidnapping, aphrodisiacs, established relationship (LOL)

a/n: “have you ever read sharp objects?” me:

summary: After a night spent at Suguru's, you find yourself in poor health.

It’s all very funny, mostly. You’d felt anxious, but fine going to sleep last night. Then when you woke up, the first thing you did was run for the bathroom. You’d hoped sheepishly to return to bed unnoticed, but naturally when you walked back into the bedroom Suguru was awake, waiting with a glass of water for you.

You’d tried to play it off, but then you threw up again, and again. After, Suguru held you close, told you not to hide your whimpers. He said something then, almost blurted it like he couldn’t help himself.

“I guess you won’t be able to make that work trip.”

That was right, wasn’t it? You’d had a trip, one you were supposed to leave for today, but you didn’t have one anymore, it seemed. Suguru had slid out of bed for a moment, grabbing his cell, telling you there’s nothing to worry about, he’ll take care of it.

Now, you feel like a frail Victiorian child. It aches to stand, to breathe even. You’d hoped to find your clothes, to get out of Suguru’s place once you’d gained a bit of strength. You couldn’t imagine yourself willingly letting him see you like this in a million years, but now it’s happening and you’re hating every second of it. If you could only leave, you’d be able to take an extended break to recover, so you’d be at your best the next time you saw him, if he’d want to see you again.

“You should get back into bed.” You hadn’t even noticed his arrival, which wasn’t surprising. However, instead of being amused, you feel pure dread.

“Um, thanks,” you find yourself trailing off. Has it ever been this hard to put one word in front of the other? “Actually though, I should probably go home. I’ve been here too long and… I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I’ll be fine,” Suguru sighs. He seems to glide across the room until he’s right in front of you, wrapping cold hands around your arms to fold you back into his sheets. You were shaking in the frigid air of your boyfriend’s bedroom but swallowed in fabric you suddenly start to burn. It’s not long before you’re hurling yourself over the side of the bed, desperate to preserve some measure of self control, of decency.

There’s already a trashcan there for you, and Suguru holds your hair back as you empty the contents of your stomach. It’s liquid and bits of apple. You’d been so weak he’d had to feed you himself, bits freshly chopped into small pieces. His hand on your shoulder, moving softly over and over on the same piece of skin.

“I feel sick,” you raise your head as much as you can, ashamed of your condition. It’s Suguru who grabs your chin, lifts your head so you can see his face (or so he can see yours). You find yourself surprised that he looks so… kind.

“Maybe the hospital–“

“Don’t be silly,” he says, smiling, “Like I would let anyone else take care of you. Now, into the tub.”

He carries you there, and against his chest, you can hear his heartbeat through his robe, feel it too. You think it’s racing, but it’s equally as possible that your sense of time is just distorted.

He says nothing as he strips your nightgown off you. It doesn’t even make you blush at this point, and he hums softly at your display of reliance.

The water is hot, so much so that you panic and try to escape, but Suguru’s there to push your shoulders down. Instantly, you sink until the water is just below your breasts. Stagnant, waiting for his next move.

He drops to his knees behind you, probably so you can’t see what he’s doing. It takes more effort than it should, but you turn your head. You’re barely able to see as he pulls out two capsules from what seems like nowhere, and inside are two yellow pills. You hold out your hand, but he gently pushes it away and holds the first one to your mouth. You don’t fight it, or the second one which comes moments later. Then, there’s another glass of water to drink. All the while, he strokes his other hand through your hair. You’re embarrassed that the gesture works to comfort you.

Suguru scrubs your flesh with a soft brush, using the soap you have at your place. You realize that he must have bought it for his. He washes your hair, your face. He treats you with care, but at the same time it feels a bit like a checklist. Once you’re done with one thing, he’s moving on to something else. Still, it’s all routine procedure, until he surprises you.

“Open your legs,” he tells you, and when it takes you too long to comply he does it himself. Then you feel his fingers cup you there. Suguru doesn’t move them; he only applies a bit of pressure you can barely manage. Precise like a surgeon’s hands.

“What are you doing!” You try to be stern but it comes out like a weak moan. You’re so overwhelmed by the illness, by shame of being like this in front of him, that the slightest bit of something pleasurable stuns you.

“Taking your temperature,” he says with no shame, and you’d never believe that’s really what he means to do. “You’re hot.”

“I bet,” you manage to mutter. When Suguru smiles, you realize your lip is trembling.

“In fact, I think I should cool you down.”

He thumbs at your clit, kisses your neck. It takes barely that to wind you up. Quickly, you find yourself panting for him, out of breath doing nothing at all. You’re worried how reactive you’ll be if he makes you come, but Suguru isn’t scared to push you there.

His fingers tease at you, stroking softly, but you whine as he presses harder on your clit and begins rubbing it with soft strokes. Your instinct is to writhe, to shake, but you feel too dizzy with pleasure for any of that.

“This is good, right?” you’re asked, like he doesn’t know. “It makes you feel better.”

“Suguru,” you plead, but it falls on deaf ears.

He leads you towards your orgasm with commands, stay still even though you aren’t moving. Don’t fight, when you haven’t the strength to try. He tells you to kiss him, and you lean your head back to meet his lips. You feel his moan in your mouth, and he coaxes your tongue to touch his. The hand not working you holds your jaw so you’re stuck to him.

You come like that, with his fingers on your cunt. The feeling is hot and muffled. Suguru kisses you the entire time, whispering words in between. He tells you he’s being gentle for you, that it’s nothing you’ve haven’t taken before, probably a hundred times. He’s not wrong, but you still feel worse than ever when he finally opens you up and slips a finger inside.

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temptacioun · 5 months

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yandere ! geto suguru

requested by anon

prompts ; “i know it hurts, baby. but that’s what happens if you don’t do as i say.” , “you’re so cute when you’re struggling.”

your face is smushed against the bed to stifle your cries, cheek pressed into the matress with your arms in a cross ; bound with scratchy rope in a tight knot behind your back. you’re pretty sure your wrists already bruise underneath.

the hand against your head holds you down tightly while the male above clicks his tongue in annoyance, as if you were a mere chore he was forced to do. you couldn’t see his face but you knew he was smiling down at you, you could hear it in his voice.

“i know it hurts, baby. but that’s what happens if you don’t do as i say.” he mumbles, while he continues to force his cock into your tight virgin hole. and it did hurt, you’re pretty sure he was splitting you in half and the wetness trickling down your thighs would be red and not white. he’d stuff your face into the pillows so he wouldn’t have to listen to your wailing and pleading for him to stop — he grew bored of it easily.

when suguru found out you were a virgin he knew he would have to be your first. and he had been so patient, so understanding ; working you open with his fingers for hours and listening to your sweet little cries and confused moans, so twitchy and responsive on his lap. but when he moved you to the bed and freed his cock from it’s confinements you dared tell him “no”. something snapped inside him.

“you’re so cute—” he groans, fingernails digging into your hips and forcing your ass to meet against his stomach ; cock fit snug into your little cunt. “when you’re struggling.” and you were, had been. squirming underneath his weight and twisting your hands in the rope, crying, begging, wailing. but he paid it no mind, not until he was spilling every last drop inside your womb.

when he pulled out and his grip on you faltered you finally collapsed on the mattress, gasping for air with dried tears staining your cheeks. and his lips twitch up into a smile, moving to lay beside you and pull you into his chest, one hand stroking through your hair and shushing you softly.

“don’t worry, little one. it’ll get easier over time, you’ll learn to love it.”

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rottenomelet · 6 months

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regimen - yandere geto suguru (1.5k)

(warnings: nsfw! i’m eighteen and you should be too! yandere geto suguru, degradation, no after care (is that a tag/warning?) hints of anal sex and like, barely even anal fingering.

note(s): geto basically hates the non sorcerer reader lmao like he is not sweet at all. also geto does not call the reader monkey. this is placed a few years after the kfc incident.)

you start your day the same way you have for the past seven months - getting plowed from behind with geto suguru tugging your hair.

your whine is muffled by the pillow he’s pushed your head into. the pillow is wet from your drool and you can hardly breathe, hoping that he’ll be done soon and your day can continue.

your wish isn’t granted, but then again, the universe hasn’t exactly been in your best interest lately anyways. you spend the next twenty minutes or so taking geto’s cock, only taking small gulps of air whenever his grip on your hair loosens and you can tilt your head up a bit. it never lasts long before he’s pushed your head back down, but your grateful for even that small mercy.

you try to focus on anything but the feeling of his cock inside of you. he’s not aiming for your pleasure, you know that well, but it feels betrayingly good whenever he slams into that special spot inside every once in a while.

you keep your noises to a minimum and save for his occasional grunt or groan, only the sound of skin slapping and birds chirping can be heard.

when he finishes, he finishes on your back. he’s never not once finished inside of you which is another small grace. geto’s reasoning is because, “i wouldn’t risk getting a stupid thing like you pregnant.”

as soon as he’s come down from his high, geto removes himself from you as if touching you gives him hives. without his hands holding your hips up, you collapse onto the bed and curl into the sheets. it’s almost as though you’re a puppet whose strings have been cut. he doesn’t say anything as he gets dressed and reties the knot in his hair.

“get cleaned up. i’ll be back tonight.” is the only thing he says as he leaves. the door closes and you only bundle up tighter, bottom lip caught between your punishing teeth. getting back to sleep is futile, you know, but you always take a few minutes to recuperate afterwards.

eventually you rise. you throw the ruined nightgown and sheets into the hamper and draw a bath. once you’re clean and your muscles have relaxed as much as they could in the hot water, you put on another dress. dresses, night gowns, babydolls: they’re the only things he’ll allow you to wear. something about easier access.

you numbly make your way to the garden. you don’t notice anyone in the hall or the paintings hanging up or the whispers around you. you don’t have the energy to care about any of it. once outside, you take your usual seat at your usual bench. a small ghost of a smile appears on your face when you notice a pastry and cup of coffee on the other side of the bench. you know it was the gardeners - they do the same thing every morning but it never fails to make you smile.

“good morning.” you say to one tending to the wysteria tree you’re sitting under. “thank you. beautiful weather we’re having.”

he doesn’t respond, continuing to trim and pluck away. you pay the silence no mind - you know they don’t speak under geto’s orders.

when you asked why no one ever talks to you, naively back in those first weeks, he laughed cruelly. “i told them not to. after all, i see no point in making anyone converse with the house slut.” you stopped asking questions after that.

the day goes on, with you sitting in the garden and the gardeners working around you. once the sun sets, you head back inside for a light dinner that you can barely get down. you go to your room, change into another nightgown, and wait for geto on the bed.

when he walks in, he only gives you a look before he turns to close the door behind him. you know that look and obediently, you put your head in the pillows and perk your ass up.

it’s disgusting, it’s dehumanizing how well he has you trained. but you know better than to fight back, you know what monstrosities await you only a snap away if you put even a toe out of line. so you’re pliant as he lifts up the edge of your gown, no underwear in the way because he refuses to give you any.

you hear the familar shuffle of his robes before that same warm tip kisses your cunt lips. no matter how many times he does it, the breath always gets knocked out of you once he slips inside. his cock is always bigger than you remember, always more consuming than in your nightmares.

tonight is what you classify as an unfortunate night. he’s slamming into that sweet part inside of you more than usual. you moan accidentally and go rigid when you do. but he either didn’t hear or didn’t care because he doesn’t reprimand you for making noise.

it feels good, the pleasure leaving your brain a little fuzzy. when he’s against that spot, it’s easier to focus on the slide of his cock in and out. makes everything feel better and better.

you try to fight the feeling of your orgasm but it’s a losing battle. he goes deep, balls kissing your untouched clit and that tips you over the edge.

when you cum, you bite the pillow to muffle the scream. your world explodes with colors before completely whiting out. you tremble with the force of your orgasm. it’s been weeks since geto last forced you to cum - your body’s unused to the sensation. you can feel your pussy tighten around him, hear him grunt at the sudden warmth.

“you fucking whore.” his hand threads through your hair and tug until you’re looking up at him. his bun has completely fallen apart, sweat soaked messy strands framing his face.

“my cock feels that good? you came and i barely touched you.” his thrusts start back up again, punishing and hard. “this is why i keep you here - a little slut like you couldn’t survive without my cock.”

“say it. say your a slut.”

you know what will happen if you don’t do what he asks. “i’m a slut.”

you thought it wouldn’t be possible but he speeds up. he thrusts harder and harder each time. the sounds of skin slapping get louder, the bed creaks and groans as geto screws you silly. the overstimulation is driving you insane, your poor pussy aches for a break but all you can do is allow your eyes to roll into the back of your head and bite your lip.

“say you’re mine.” his grip on your hair tightens and you yelp without meaning to.

“i-i’m yours!”

“fuck, fuck. say my name.”

you hesitate.

you’re not allowed to say his name. that was the first thing he told you - that it didn’t matter to him what your name is, and that his name is too important for someone like you to know. you only figured it out a week after that by listening to the maids gossip in the halls.

you’ve only called him by his name once. you learned after that to fear those two words.

‘is it a trick?’ you wonder. he hasn’t tried to trip you up in months but you could never know with him.

you don’t have anymore time to think before he delivers a punishing thrust. he doesn’t like to wait.

“g-geto… geto-sama.” you whisper. gods, you’re practically shaking. please, please don’t be some trick.

one, two, three more thrusts and geto’s pulling out just in time to cum all over your butt. his hand lets go over your hair as he comes down from his high. you drop, gracelessly, onto the bed, too worn out to try to sit up. your head falls into the pillow and you just lay there, trying to remember what your name is.

you expect him to let go of you like you’ve burned him. to quickly get his things and scoff at your cum and sweat covered body and then leave you to your own devices.

but he doesn’t immediately jump away from you like he usually does.

instead his hands travel from your waist to your cum coated ass. his left hand pulls your cheek apart as his thumb slides from the other cheek to that untouched hole. his thumb teases that unused entrance, circling it but never entering, making a mess of his cum on your butt.

you’re trembling as he does. in the past, he’s threatened to fuck your butt, just to see you quiver. but he’s never really gone through with that particular threat.

is he going to do it as punishment for saying his name?

luckily you don’t have to worry for long before geto stops. he removes his hands and then himself. he routinely gets dressed and reties the knot in his hair.

and right before he’s about to leave, he says, “get cleaned up. you know the drill.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #geto suguru #yandere geto suguru #yandere geto #yandere suguru #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #f!reader #rottenomelet

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darshy · 2 months

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(sun and moon ((and maybe our son)))

tw: miscarriage

2017

Suguru stares at his ceiling. The rolling sound of the hamster wheel fills the silence. Julius Caesar. What an active little thing.

His eyes find the cage. The hamster appears to be running for its life.

How simple life would be: to run in circles and think that you are escaping.

There are more and more curses appearing each day. Suguru is getting tired. Satoru just seems to be over the moon—maybe because you’re gone.

It’s a good thing, Suguru wants to believe, that your absence will be beneficial in the long run. But so far, the side effects are a lack of sleep and quite a bit of silence.

”Suguru! Look at this bug I found! Isn’t it cute?”

He turns to Satoru’s direction. Perhaps ‘silence’ isn’t the correct term. And well, there is no possible way that ‘peaceful’ is the word for it either.

”..It’s odd that it’s orange.”

Content.

”Don’t discriminate him..!”

No, that’s not right either.

Dissatisfaction.

“Leave.”

Suguru remembers it like it was yesterday.

“Huh, what?”

His heart racing and squeezing and thriving.

”Leave me the hell alone. Get away from here.”

Your lips twisting and thinning and cracking.

”I don’t..understand. Oh, is this some kind of joke—“

His eyes squinting. Your eyes flitting.

”I am going to kill you.”

He remembers your silhouette backing away quickly, near akin to the sun running from the moon.

”I will kill you.”

He remembers your tears dripping to the floor.

”Please.”

He remembers you.

And, really, it’s always been the moon scaring the sun away.

Suguru is such a liar. To himself. His family. Satoru. His hands itch as he types into his computer with vigor. His eyes dart and squint at street names and Facebook profiles.

He’s a liar because he wants to find you. Not seek you out, not even talk to you. He just wants to find you. Know you’re safe. Know that he’s not in reach of you.

A few clicks later and he’s finding your address and where you’re working at: Exotic Strip Club, Friendly Girls! He frowns at the name, his gut wrenching. He wants to puke but holds it down. Julius Caesar sprints from behind him—he can hear the squeaks of the wheel.

Suguru clicks on a picture of you. It’s your high school graduation photo. You had braces on then—bright blue and clunky—and fat Chucks that increased your height by one and a half inches. The photo is endearing.

His cursor slides to a newer photo of you. You’re dressed in baggy jeans and a thick sweater. Another’s hand is on your left shoulder, but the person is cut out of the photo, unidentifiable.

After that, there’s a picture of you standing in front of your new apartment, open for all to see. Suguru tastes the bile crawling up his throat in waves before he makes it to the bathroom.

In the quiet moments of his life, the man finds himself thinking about his baby. It would be a boy, most certainly, and it would look like you. He would want the baby to look like you because you’re you and Suguru is just Suguru. He’d want the child to be beautiful.

Maybe the boy would have black hair—he’d be born with a head full of it—and long legs. Tall for his age. He’d grow into a prodigy, have brains and a nice taste of humor. Suguru would want him to have your stupid humor and your dumb laugh and your teeth. Maybe the way your eyes crinkle when you smile and the way your nose flares. He wouldn’t be you at all, but he’d be comparable, the closest any being would ever be to you.

Suguru wouldn’t want the baby to be like him.

And he thinks about it in the shower while watching the blood from the day’s battles wash down the drain. He thinks about your face twisted into a look that doesn’t suit you. A rage in your eyes but also a heartbreak. Your hands hold your stomach. Not in tenderness, but in grief.

Suguru thinks about the baby the two of you would have had if not for him.

Again, he’s a liar. He just wanted to know where you were, not find you in person. That’s it. That’s all he wanted.

(But is it? Stalking your ex—is that what you want? Keep her tied to you, force her open, and take out all her insides? Take everything you want? Need?)

You're sitting in front of him. Oblivious. Reading out of a newspaper (despite your phone sitting right next to you) and sipping out of an oddly shaped mug. All of this is you. And Suguru thinks he wants it again.

You stand up, stretch, glance in his direction (his heart palpitates), before trekking out of the café. He follows, a wool hat over his head and a black coat tight around his shoulders in a quick attempt to hide himself. The whole plan was rushed; one moment he was feeding Caesar, the next he found himself catching your eyes in a coffee shop. And he doesn’t even like coffee.

Besides that, why are you on this side of town? Why are you in town? You shouldn’t be—you must know there’s a chance that your estranged husband lives here. That you used to live here. You moved away for a reason. Why come back? Why?

(For a moment—just for a fraction of a second—Suguru thinks that you came back to him with some kind of twisted news.

He thinks you want him.)

The questions are answered as you make your way to a familiar street but it’s not Suguru’s. Instead, it’s your best friend, who he assumed he already silenced and ended your connections to each other. Well, clearly not as he watches the two of you hug and kiss. Soon, you make your way off of the doorstep and into the house.

On Suguru’s way back home, he kills twenty curses, two of which bear the slightest resemblance of him and his struggles.

Gluttony and obsession.

The sun is gone and the moon controls the sky.

He wants you.

#x reader #female reader #24 #yandere jjk #yandere suguru #yandere geto #yandere suguru geto #yandere blurb

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sweetielilie · 3 months

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MASTERLIST ^_^

Reminder! More will be put as I post more of my yan! headcanons and fics!

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Nanami Kento

YANDERE CHARACTERS

Yan!Gamer

Yan!Patron

#masterlist #x reader #jujutsu kaisen #yandere #satoru gojo #suguru geto #yandere suguru #yandere satoru #gn!reader #m!reader #f!reader #fem!reader

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yandere-daydreams · 2 months

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Title: In The Serpent's Den.

Pairing: Yandere!Suguru x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 4.7k.

TW: Non/Con, Hybrid AU, AFAB!Reader, Cobra!Suguru, Rabbit!Reader, Biting, Aphrodisiacs, Heat Cycles, Oviposition, Manipulation, Biting, Breeding Kinks, and Predator/Prey Dynamics.

“It’s time to come out, little rabbit.”

His tone was sickly sweet, lulled into something saccharine and tempting, only slightly distorted by the uncommon shape of his tongue. Despite his melodic coaxing, you curled further into yourself – pulling your thighs flush to your chest and burying your knees in your face, doing your best not to breathe, not to cry, not to make a sound. The temptation to uncurl yourself entirely and run, run, run until you found somewhere small and dark and safe gnawed on the back of your mind, but it never would’ve worked. You were in Suguru’s enclosure, Suguru’s territory, and there was nowhere to run where he wouldn’t be able to follow.

“I’m losing my patience, little rabbit. If you come out now, I promise I’ll try to hold myself back.”

Why was he even looking for you? It’d been weeks since his eccentric, white-haired owner forced you into the sprawling greenhouse that made up Suguru’s enclosure, and he’d never paid you a second glance. You did your best to avoid him, to make sure you never crossed his path while he was prowling for a meal. You could count the number of times he’d acknowledged you on a single hand, and he’d never so much as lunged at you. You couldn’t imagine why he’d decided you’d make a good meal now, after weeks of relatively peaceful cohabitation. Maybe he’d gotten tired of keeping you around, of having to share his territory with another hybrid – one so far below him on the food chain. Maybe, this was just the first time he’d gotten hungry enough to hunt you down.

You heard branches shift, twigs break, and instantly, all of your thoughts (rational and otherwise) were replaced with a frantic, buzzing static. “You’re only making this worse for yourself,” Suguru went on, and his voice was too loud, too close. You’d tucked yourself into the densest patch of foliage you could find, but your white ears and cottony tail stood out like blood on snow against the vivid greens and blacks of the flora. Suddenly, trying to hide at all felt stupid. Rabbits weren’t supposed to hide. Rabbits were supposed to die and get eaten by the big, mean snakes who preyed on them. “I’m going to find you, and when I do, you’re only going to be sorry you made me wait as long as I have.”

You could hear the dull drag of scales moving over rough stone, the ebbing ‘hiss’ that formed a slight lisp at the end of each sentence. You raised your head just far enough to see a large, black shape move in front of you, and something buried deep inside of you cracked and spilled open.

Running wasn’t a choice – it was the only option. You were on your feet in a second, sprinting deeper into the greenhouse in another. The direction didn’t matter. As long as you got away from him, nothing else mattered.

Blindly, you vaulted over fallen branches and overgrown roots, rotting leaf litter threatening to steal your balance as you veered away from the beaten path and threw yourself into the tangled wilderness. If Suguru was chasing you, you couldn’t hear him – the world little more than a blur of color and your own racing pulse. You just needed to find somewhere better to hide, somewhere he’d forgotten. A tunnel, or a tree hollow, or a cave dark enough to hide your snowy pelt from prying eyes. You just needed to—

Your trek came to an abrupt end as your collided with a pane of thick, emerald-tinted glass and were sent crashing to the ground. It took you a second to process what you’d run into – the wall of the greenhouse, the edge of Suguru’s enclosure – and another to remember that you weren’t in the wilderness, anymore, that you wouldn’t find a tunnel or a cave or anywhere else to hide that hadn’t been created deliberately to trick animals like you into to think they were safe. You might’ve cried, if you hadn’t been so desperate. You might’ve gone looking for Suguru yourself, if you hadn’t been too scared to remember what it meant to be caged.

Fighting back tears, you started to scramble onto your feet, but it was already too late. There was no sound, no warning, just a sudden pressure against your back and an agonizing pain burrowed into the side of your throat. His fangs were planted in your neck before you could so much as scream, his strong tail wrapped around your legs and his arms crossed over your midriff, keeping your body locked against his as he pinned you to the ground. You expected his venom to burn, to be able to feel death as it flooded into your veins, but instead, there was only a slight numbing sensation around the point of insertion, a distant fog over your senses that might’ve just been your own fading adrenaline. If anything, you felt…

You felt warm.

Suguru took his time pulling away, his ribbon-like tongue flickering over the skin of your throat before he lifted his head. You weren’t facing him, one of your cheeks pressed into the dirt, but you could just barely see him out of the corner of your eye, make out the dark hair tucked behind his shoulders, the pitch-black scales littered over his face, his chest. You knew he was a snake, but you thought you might’ve heard his owner call him something else, once or twice. A ‘cobra’, maybe, but you’d never met a cobra before. You felt safer thinking of him as a snake.

He opened his mouth, but you were already babbling. Trying not to cry had been useless. Tears poured down your cheeks unabashedly, blurring your vision and making it that much harder to spit something coherent out. “P-please don’t eat me – I’m really small for a rabbit, and I promise I won’t taste very good, and I—”

“Quiet, little rabbit.” You’d been wrong, before. You didn’t feel warm, no, you felt hot – something deep inside of you beginning to smolder at the sound of his voice. Immediately, you shut your mouth, and he rewarded you with a raspy chuckle. “You thought I was going to… to eat you?” You nodded stiltedly, and he went on. “Ah, no wonder you were so afraid. And here I thought my timid little bunny just didn’t like me very much.”

“…’m sorry.” You must’ve run farther than you realized. A few minutes of sprinting shouldn’t have left you this breathless, this dazed. “You… You aren’t going to eat me?”

“No, bunny. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“But, you bit—”

“I gave you a present.” Another dry chuckle, his tongue flitting over the back of your neck. “Just a little something to make sure you wouldn’t be so shy. You should already be feeling better.”

You weren’t sure that you felt better, but you didn’t feel scared, either. A different feeling had taken the place of your fear – the sensation viscous and churning and prone sending pangs of dull, burning pain to the pit of your stomach. You had to make a conscious effort to move your lips, and even then, it was hard to get any sound past your suddenly dry throat. Suguru waited patiently, seemingly more than happy to watch you stumble over your own tongue. “It’s really warm,” you managed, eventually. “I think I might be… tired?”

“Oh, of course. I forgot how easy it is for prey animals to wear themselves out. I’ll take you back to my nest, where you’ll be able to rest safely.” It wasn’t a question, but you nodded eagerly. Safe. You wanted to be safe. You couldn’t remember what you needed to be safe from anymore, though.

He uncurled, but didn’t pull away from you. Rather, your smaller body was pulled against his broad chest as he took you in his arms and carried you through the greenhouse. His destination was a raised loft – set above the wild foliage of his enclosure, accessible only by a sparsely wrung ladder you never would’ve had a hope of climbing on your own. His nest wasn’t at all like a rabbit’s nest, either. Rather than a deep, dark tunnel padded with fur and leaves, he’d taken you to a mess of tangled roots and woven blankets, all piled onto one another to form a box-like bed. Your form, limper than you would’ve liked it to be, was laid on a relatively soft patch, and Suguru positioned himself above you; upper body supported by his forearms, his never-ending tail taking up whatever space you left unoccupied. You wanted to sleep, to do what he said you should, but he was still touching you – dragging a single, clawed finger down your chest and over your midriff, only pausing at your waist to draw slow, swirling patterns into your hip. “My venom has a unique side-effect, you know,” he muttered, his voice low and soothing, the tapered tip of his tail lashing from side to side as he spoke. “A full dose would be fatal. It’d be fast, too – a few seconds of screaming, a few seconds of twitching, and then—” He paused, clicked his tongue. “—dead, just like that. It’s a little anti-climactic, to be honest.”

Something deep inside of you began to throb. You shrunk into yourself, trying to relieve the pulsing ache, but Suguru mistook your agony for fear. “In controlled portions,” he continued, splaying his open palm over your hip. “The symptoms are much more pronounced. Humans tend to get all feverish and clumsy, but hybrids—”

Again, he paused. His hand drifted lower – first to your thigh, then your cunt. You didn’t realize you were dripping until his cold fingertips skirted over your slit, gathering up the slick already staining the inside of your thighs.

“Hybrids go into heat.”

A cold wave of dread washed over you, and Suguru’s smile widened.

“…heat?”

“Heat, little rabbit.”

His hand lingered on your pussy, two of his massive fingers splitting apart your lips and making room for his tongue to lap gingerly over your entrance. The sensation was strange – not good and not bad, a little ticklish – but your hips bucked as it flickered over your clit. You knew better than to get so close to a snake’s mouth, but you couldn’t seem to move, to think about anything but getting closer, closer to anything that could touch and poke and lick you. “Is heat—” You started, only to be cut off by a cracked whimper as the throbbing in your core intensified. “Is it supposed to hurt?”

“Only for a while.” His deep voice reverberated against your cunt, and you couldn’t stop yourself; attempting to rock your hips against his mouth with a high-pitched whine. It was embarrassing to be so needy, so desperate, but Suguru didn’t seem to mind, only ghosting his lips over the inside of your thigh as he pushed you back down. “But, you’ll need a mate to help you through it. Do you want a mate?”

“Y-Yes! Mate!” You’d never felt this empty, before. It was a little like hunger, but not as jagged, not as desolate. It was more of an absence than anything more tangible; a total and complete vacancy that had to be filled. You tried to roll onto your stomach, to scramble onto your hands and knees and present yourself, but Suguru held you in place with minimal effort. Your protest came in the form of a drawn-out whine, a waving sound Suguru mocked with a low coo and an airy laugh. “Please, please, it hurts, Suguru, I can’t— I need—”

“You need cock,” he finished, his tone one of pure, undeniable satisfaction. With a sigh, he picked himself up, straightening his back and towering above you. You felt saliva pool at the bottom of your mouth as the junction between his upper body and his tail came into view – pale skin slowly giving way to ebony scales, the sculpted muscle of his chest meeting the plated armor below his hips. His hand fell away from you, but you couldn’t mourn the loss of contact, not when your attention was so fixated on the thin, almost invisible slit just below his pubic bone. His fingertips slipped shallowly inside of it, and his gaze shifted back to you. “Come, little bunny. I think you’ve earned another treat.”

The encouragement was appreciated, but unnecessary. You were already crawling towards him, your limbs uncooperative and your movements jolting but your resolve absolute. There was still a throbbing emptiness inside of you, getting worse and more demanding with each neglectful second, but all you could think about was settling onto your knees in front of Suguru and drooling at the sight of his fluttering slit. You weren’t sure what to do, whether to use your hands or your mouth, but Suguru didn’t leave much time for indecision. His free hand found its way to the back of your head, nudging you forward until your mouth was pressed against his slit, just starting to leak thick trails of translucent slick over his dark scales. Your tongue darted past your lips hesitantly, at first, but your trepidation didn’t last very long. It couldn’t, not when you had a hollow pit inside of you still begging to be filled.

Suguru’s fingers carded through your hair as you lapped and sucked at his slit. The taste was mildly acidic, but surprisingly sweet – your eyes quickly falling shut as you sank into a pattern of wet sounds and strange textures and point claws grazing over your scalp, scratching at your ears. Throaty moans (the loudest noise you would ever hear Suguru make, in hindsight) and mumbled praise trickled past his lips as you worked, letting you know that he liked the way you were curling your tongue, that the spongy spot you could just barely reach inside of him was particularly sensitive. It wasn’t long before a mix of your saliva and his arousal dripped past the corners of your mouth, before the end of his tail was lashing violently within the confines of his nest. Maybe Suguru was in heat, too. You hoped he was. You didn’t want to be the only one in so much pain.

You felt the tapered tip of something smooth and stiff against your tongue, and Suguru buckled forward, a ragged gasp tearing past his lips as he took your head in both hands and pressed you flush against his abdomen. Confused and panicked, you tried to pull away, but his grip was iron-clad and it was all you could do to whimper, to sit there helplessly while something filled your mouth – hard and ridged and hot enough to burn. Cock, the pulsing in your core filled in, but it couldn’t be. Suguru had made it sound like something you needed, something you were supposed to want, but you didn’t like the way the blunt head prodded at the back of your throat, the way the ridged underside ground against your tongue. For the first time since he’d caught you, your instincts agreed with your better judgement, both urging you to get away, to run, to put distance between yourself and this newfound threat.

Your pussy, though, couldn’t seem to do anything but chant mate, mate, mate.

You could feel something else, too – not in your mouth, but pressing into your chin, your throat. Reflexively, your hands shot up, wrapping around the thick intruder, and this time, Suguru let go of you entirely, biting back a half-choked groan as he pushed you away, leaving you sprawled out and alone in the center of his nest. The hollowness inside of you was nearly unbearable, and rubbing your thighs together only seemed to make it worse. You tried to look to Suguru, to ask him to do something, but instead, your eyes caught on the long, pale appendage pressed into his lower stomach. His cock. Or, his cocks, you guessed.

You hadn’t expected there to be two of them.

You hadn’t expected them to be so big, either. Even at a distance, it was clear they weren’t meant for a rabbit. Just one would’ve been more than you could handle – as long as your forearm, as thick as your wrist, the end tapered to a steep point but the base absolutely massive before they disappeared into his slit. The color was strange, too – the tip flushed a dull pink while the base was nearly as dark as his scales, creating an ombre that might’ve been pretty, if you weren’t so terrified. You couldn’t see any veins, but both were sculpted with pronounced, perfectly spaced ridges. You couldn’t imagine having something like that inside of you, but you couldn’t imagine not having anything inside of you, either.

You couldn’t be sure how long you spent staring up at him, trying to wrap your head around his size, trying to decide if you’d rather be torn apart by his cock or your own increasingly demanding needs. In the end, it wasn’t really your choice to make. His eyes darted from your clenched thighs to your heaving chest to yours, wide and watery, and a grin found its way back to his lips. For some reason, his smile wasn’t as comforting as it’d been, the first time you saw it. “I’m sorry, little rabbit. Did I startle you?” The tenderness in his voice was almost cloying. You didn’t move, didn’t respond, but he didn’t seem to need you to. “I didn’t mean to. Why don’t you spread your legs nice n’ wide for me, and I’ll make it up to you?”

Your gaze fell back to his cocks. One of his fists had wrapped around both, pumping idly while he stood above you. “Are those supposed to…?” You trailed off, shrinking into yourself. Suguru hummed, and you took it as confirmation. “But you’ll only use one, right? I don’t think I can— I mean, it won’t fit if you—”

“Really? I could’ve sworn you were begging to be fucked properly just a few minutes ago.” You stiffened, but he only laughed. “Fine, fine. If that’s what you think you want, I’ll only use one.”

You didn’t think you could trust him, but you could feel yourself getting hot, again, a haze forming over your mind. You could leave when he was finished, you figured, even if you weren’t entirely sure how to get out of his nest, or where to go once you’d escaped back into the greenhouse. After you got over your— your heat.

Hesitantly, you started to listen to the negging mantra still playing in the back of your mind, to obey the near-deafening voice in the back of your head urging you to get on your hands and knees and make him fuck you, but Suguru must’ve decided you weren’t moving fast enough. His tail shifted underneath you, a thick coil catching your side and leaving you bent over one of the thicker lengths, your stomach pressed into his cool scales and your feet barely able to reach the tangled roots of his nest. You scrambled for purchase, but Suguru was there to steady you – his hands finding your hips, his cocks pressing into your ass. The calloused pads of his fingertips pressed into your waist as he aligned one of his cocks – the upper one, you thought, just a little thicker than its twin – with your entrance. He was kind enough to give you a long, slow second to breathe before his hips rutted forward and he inside of you.

Immediately, it felt wrong.

You’d been right when you decided he was too big for you. He was only half-sheathed, and yet, the tip of his cock pressed into the floor of your cervix, the head of his cock alone enough to stretch your pussy as far as it could go. Thankfully, he didn’t try to force himself deeper, but feeling the smooth ridges of rub against the walls of your pussy as he pulled back wasn’t much better. Still, your cunt clenched around him eagerly, doing its best to suck him in despite your physical limitations. Suguru, of course, seemed more than happy to indulge you. His thrusts were slow and lethargic, as gentle as they could’ve been but still forceful enough to leave you pinned to the curve of his tail. You weren’t in control of your body, anymore. As he rolled his hips against your ass, you ground back against him, your greedy cunt never warm enough, never wet enough, never full enough. You tried to dig your blunt claws into his tail, to ground yourself, but it was a futile effort; a limping dear attempting to evade a wolf who’d already tasted its blood. Suguru’s only response was a stifled groan, a new roughness to the way he fucked into you. You felt his chest against your back as he bent at the waist, draping himself over you, his dark hair falling from his shoulder and replacing chunks of your vision with a curtain of thick, endless black. It didn’t matter. A fresh wave of tears would’ve left you just as helpless, not that Suguru seemed to mind the way you sniffled and sobbed between moans.

“They say— fuck, you know what they say about rabbits, don’t you, bunny?” His voice was barely audible, but it seemed to echo on and on and on in your overly sensitive ears. His cock ground against something softened and vulnerable inside of you and your back arched, your pussy clenching impossibly tighter around him. “That’s it,” Suguru encouraged, as you tried to pry yourself away from his freezing tail and chase the gentle warmth of his chest. “They say bunnies make the best sluts. Knock them up once, and they’ll never stop begging for it.”

Kits. A strong mate. A safe nest. The thought alone had you crying out for nothing, your convulsions growing that much more erratic, and Suguru chuckled in-turn. “Like that? Want me to make you into my little mate-whore?”

“Want it, please, w-want it so bad.” It was all you could do to force yourself to speak, to spit something out through the daze of lust and exhaustion and total, unrelenting fullness. You’d never been more sure of anything than you were in that moment, never knew something as deeply as you knew that you wanted Suguru’s kits inside of you. “Please, wanna be you mate, wanna—Suguru—!”

One more thrust, one more scape of his sleek scales against your clit, and you were coming undone around his cock in jolting, erratic convulsions. Suguru let out a ragged grunt and straightened his back, but the distance was short-lived. Strong arms snaked under your knees, spreading your legs and hauling you up to his height. Your back remained pressed against his chest as he pulled out of you entirely and slammed back in. Even through the overstimulation, the wrongness hit you immediately. His cock was too big, too thick, and—

And he was inside of you.

Completely inside of you.

You forced yourself to open your eyes, letting your head fall forward limply. The shock was minimal, but still devastating – both of Suguru’s cocks buried inside of you to their pitch-black bases, their outlines just barely visible against the plush flesh of your lower stomach. “You—You promised you wouldn’t—”

His face was buried in the dip of your shoulder, his lips parted as panted against you. You felt his teeth catch on your skin before sinking into you, had time to process the pure heat of his venom seeping into your veins. Instantly, anything you might’ve said died on your tongue, your mind going utterly, entirely blank save for a single thought: mate.

Your mouth fell open, your thighs spreading that much farther. Suguru pressed a lingering, open-mouthed kiss into the injection site, then pulled away, grinning wildly. “A few drops, and you’ll want everything I have to give you,” he muttered. “That’s better, isn’t it, bunny?”

Much better. You could feel something swelling at the base of his cock, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge anything other than the utter bliss as a small, round shape was milked up the length of his cock and emptied into your core. Kits, you thought, and did your best to settle onto his twin cocks, to hold still as another egg was forced through your tight pussy. You stopped trying to count after the fourth – giving in completely to the shuddering, splintering euphoria every new member of your little family brought you. By the time the final egg was safe and snug inside of you, you were limp, twitching, and so full, it was hard to imagine ever feeling empty again.

As the last aftershocks started to fade, Suguru sucked in a stilted gasp and pulled you flush against his chest. You felt his second cock twitch once, then twice inside of you before something warm and thick flooded into your pussy. You whined miserably as he pulled out of you, but he didn’t stay gone for very long. Your pliable body was turned around in his arms, his cocks slid back into your leaking cunt as he carefully lowered himself onto the floor of his nest – your body laid on top of his. You strung your arms around his neck and pressed yourself against his chest, closing your eyes and giving in to your well-earned exhaustion.

You lasted just long enough to hear him mutter something about mates and clutches before your consciousness faded entirely and your mind went mercifully, blissfully silent.

Hours later, you woke up to the sound of a low, long whistle. “Really did a number on the poor thing, huh, Suguru?”

It took you a second to blink your eyes open, to raise your head and glance toward the man standing at the top of the ladder that led to Suguru’s nest, and another to recognize him as Suguru’s owner. His white hair was in a state of disarray, his eyes hidden behind circles of tinted glass, and for some reason, he was looking at you. You shrunk further into Suguru, but he only laughed – the noise loud and piercing to your foggy senses.

Suguru’s cocks were no longer inside of you, the flushed tips just barely visible at the base of his slit. You were still on his chest, and his arms were wrapped around your waist, his hold loose but possessive. There was a small bump over your lower stomach, and you weren’t sure whether to grimace or beam at the feeling of Suguru’s eggs shifting inside of you with every little movement. He was already awake – had been for some time, judging by the unimpressed scowl pressed into his lips. Something sharp and icy lodged itself into your chest, but his glare was directed towards his owner, not you, and the very tip of his tail curled around your ankle protectively as his owner stepped into his nest.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to walk into a serpent’s den?”

“I don’t think it counts if I own the den.” He straddled the bulk of Suguru’s tail, then gestured to you. “Turn the pretty baby around. I wanna see the damage.”

You shook your head vehemently, clinging to Suguru’s neck, but his own response was an exasperated sigh, a fleeting hiss to your cheek as he flipped you over; leaving you slayed across his chest and exposed to his owner’s prying gaze. “Five minutes,” he said, as his owner shrugged the waistband of his pants down just far enough to free his cock, already half-hard, already enough to send a bolt of pure dread from your heart to the pit of your stomach. “I don’t want your scent on my mate.”

You opened your mouth, ready to whine that you were sore, that you were tired, that you didn’t want anyone but Suguru and your kits inside of you, but the words withered into nothing on your tongue as his owner eased himself into your dripping pussy, as Suguru caught you by the chin and pulled you into a shallow, lingering kiss – the points of his fangs just barely scraping over your bottom lip. Looking back on it, it had been silly to ever worry that he’d eat you.

You should’ve been worried that he wouldn’t.

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yanderenightmare · 6 months

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Geto with curse reader?

Geto Suguru

TW: implied noncon, held hostage-ish, Geto uses the word monkey

gn reader

You backed up to the very far end of your cage. Holding your knees tucked tight to your chest as you shivered on whimpers and troubled breathing. Your captors, in the dozens, all lay limp on the floor – while the man who’d killed them all made ripples in the bloody pool with his sandals.

You couldn’t see his face. You couldn’t see much more than that below his waist. But you sensed it nonetheless – he wasn’t a normal man. You figured, since you only barely saw him, he wouldn't see you if you stayed silent – but naturally… if you sensed him, it was only a matter of time before he sensed you, too.

“They’re all gone now.” He said, and there wasn’t anyone else there besides you.

Still, you kept quiet. Hoping maybe he was simply talking to himself.

But then he took steps in your direction, making splashes in the blood soiling the floor, until he crouched down next to your cage. He pulled back the curtain hiding you and revealed the blood splatter decorating his smiling face.

“You don’t have to fear anymore, I won't hurt you.”

Humanlike curses aren’t normally all that feral – with exceptions, of course, but you weren’t one. As someone who’s tasted plenty of curses, he could tell your type. You weren’t violent in nature. Unlike most curses, your technique wasn’t defensive but simply protective and could only inspire carnal passion – almost like an aphrodisiac. And like a squid’s ink, it would seem you couldn’t control it either – releasing it like a mist when you were rattled.

The room went thick with it now – but weak a curse as you were, it hadn’t much of an effect on him.

Still, he found you quite cute where you sat, eyes wide, looking at him warily.

“You’re a- a sorcerer. You’ll kill me too. That’s why you’ve come, isn't it?” You whispered – as though you didn’t dare speak any louder.

He could only imagine what they’d done to you, but if your state told him anything… he’d say it wasn’t very humane.

Monkeys are an ugly pest, not just a stain on sorcerers – but curses too, it would seem.

“I came to slaughter the pigs piled on the floor.” He corrected. “They owed me a lot of money, you see. Their fates were sealed the moment I heard they were all broke.”

It didn’t seem to ease your worry. You still looked as though you were waiting for something. Something you dreaded with every inch of your goose-bumped skin.

“Suppose, now that they’re all dead, you’re the only one left to pay their debt.” He chuckled, but you didn’t find it very funny.

Sure, he could twist you into a ball and consume you like he does all the curses he encounters – you’d be a nice addition to his collection, and you didn’t seem like you’d taste any bad either. But still… there are other methods of coveting something – especially when they’re as pretty as you – though perhaps not in a cage.

Either way, you didn’t seem like you’d be much trouble, and besides… he’d been meaning to get a pet to cure the loneliness of coming home to an empty temple.

He smiled, standing up.

You felt your cage lift from the ground, swaying as you were carried above the bloody bodies growing cold with death beneath you.

“Don’t worry, pretty curse. You alone will be payment enough.”

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appleblueberry-pie · 3 months

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PIE'S MASTERLIST & RULES

HI, welcome to my page! I love writing on here as my main platform and I enjoy all comments and support under my works, it gives me the boost I need to keep going!

MASTERLIST

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Wanna be cherished by Yan Satoru and Yan Suguru

Wanna be cherished by them rant part 2

Yandere Scarface Gojo

Nurse Geto x Doctor Reader

Dominant Yandere Nurse Geto Headcanons

Yandere Nurse Geto x Female Nurse Reader

Small rant about writing about Sukuna

I need a quick outlet.

Sweetheart Yandere Satoru Gojo

Yandere House"wife" Gojo

Lovesick Nanami Kento Drabble

Broke Yandere Toji

Explaining your First Love to the Yandere's

Diamond Buried in the Dirt Suguru Geto

Suguru Headcanons

Yandere GF Yuki + Yandere Various! JJK Characters

Okkotsu Yuuta

Nanami x Brat ramble

You Are Everything Yandere Gojo

ACROSS THE SPIDER VERSE

Miles Morales.

Miguel O'Hara blurb

I want him SO bad, you guys.

More Yandere 42 Miles Headcanons

You Deserve More Than Me Yandere 42 Miles

Even More Yandere Earth 42 Miles Headcanons

Things Yandere 42 Miles has done without your knowledge

ANSWERED ASKS

JJK

Yandere Nanami with Darling who was harmed

Soft Yandere Nanami with Darling who found his wall of dedication

Let Me Take Care of You

And Let Yourself Heal

Yandere Gojo Satoru Soulmaaates!

Yandere Toji Fushiguro New Girl, Same Old Me.

Yandere Yuuta Hungry, Starving, Greedy...

Yandere Satoru Gojo Nobody Has to Understand

Don't separate those lips to tell me. I already know.

Short Submissive JJK Headcanons

Who pays the bills?

Yandere Geto Skin Deep

Darling Accepting Choso and his love

Broke Gojo x Rich Reader Headcanons

Safe Space Yandere Gojo + Yandere Yuuta(separately)

ASTV

Possibilities for why Yandere 42 Miles is the way he is now

Yandere Miles nearly losing it when you get asked to prom

Yandere Miguel O'Hara Mine All Fucking Mine

Yandere Miguel O'Hara Dinner is the Dessert

Yandere Earth 42 Miles Morales Pain Isn't Strong Enough

Yandere Miguel O'Hara What Isn't There to Love About You?

Yandere Miguel O'Hara Blood Moon

Yandere Miles Morales Be Mine? Yes or No.

MISCELLANEOUS

About Yandere Content Out There.

Lmao

Never thought this would happen

RULES

What I do write:

Yandere(obviously)

fem reader

gender neutral reader

sfw/nsfw

fluff

anything regular that's not Yandere

bdsm

What I don't write:

Gore

incest/pseudo incest

rape

trans reader or male reader(i don't think I know enough about how it would physically work, in terms of smut)

infantilism

starving/overfeeding

drug usage

Cheating

Part 2's

I hope you enjoy going through my stuff. There is one post I want to put on the masterlist that I literally can't find at all. But nonetheless, this is all of my work so far. I will continue adding works on here as I post more often. It's about time. I want to expand the things I write, but for now, it's just this.

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cheesecakethots · 5 months

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yanderes who insist on washing with you

nanami who after a long and tiring day just wants to ease himself into a warm bath, with you tucked against his chest. his large hands, usually used for destruction in his job, are now softly running scented products through your hair. after you’re both done, he’ll sit on the toilet, legs spread, and wrap a towel around you while you stand anxiously and naked in front of him. he finds it soothing to dry you off this way.

geto and gojo who’ll force you into a shower with them, gojo at your front and geto against your back. it’s the time they’re the most quiet, simply breathing out sighs and relaxing as the water turns warm. gojo is much more open in these moments, more prone to wrapping his arms around you and whispering soft things that unfortunately do more to scare you than soothe you. geto will be the one washing your hair as gojo clings to the both of you like you’re his only lifelines. sometimes they try and fit all of you into a bath, but it’s a struggle. gojo finds it pretty funny and likes to splash you with water, sometimes resulting in a fight you know you can’t win.

chrollo has a specific fantasy of sharing a bath with his darling, of having them both sit and hold each other in the most vulnerable of fashions. he enjoys the idea of you sitting between his legs in the bath while he reads a book aloud, and then carrying you out when you doze off against his chest.

uvogin also likes the idea of a bath with you, specifically thinking about you trying to wash him. he probably won’t fit in the bath all that well, but that makes the fantasy all the better in his eyes.

shigaraki sitting on the opposite end of the bath to you, too worried about scaring you off. he’s not the same monster he used to be when he first got you. in the past, he would’ve used this as an opportunity to commit less than savoury acts against you, to scare and terrify you as much as possible. now he just wants to be close to you, to soothe you, to see you happy. he’ll sit and watch you, voice soft and movements slow. maybe one day you’ll be alright with him helping you wash, but not this day and not for many after it.

choso clings to you from behind when you shower, head pressing to the crevice of your neck and muscular arms wrapping around your waist. have him lean down so you can wash his hair and he’ll be a little happier for the rest of the week. he especially likes going into bed with you, still naked after a shower, and just holding you, keeping you as close as humanly possible. he won’t let anyone harm you, not with him around.

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ataraxiaspainting · 11 days

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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.

*~*~*~*

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?”

#aya abstractions #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere geto #yandere geto x reader #yandere geto suguru #yandere suguru geto #geto x reader #yandere suguru #getou suguru x reader #yandere kenjaku #yandere kenjaku x reader #kenjaku x reader

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fics-lovebot · 6 months

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jujutsu kaisen recs

main masterlist

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs, luv you and thank you in advance❤️

WHY ARE ALL OF THEM SO FUCKING GOOD????????! pls tRUST me

gojo

gojo eating you out

gojo x dacryphilia

gojo loves fat pussy

sending gojo an accidental nude so he sends you a whole video

car sex with gojo

gojo being goofy in an elevator full of people - he´s big on PDA

gojo tried to give himself a haircut and now wants to go bald - this is fuNNY ksksks, I love the banter

trying to break up with yandere!gojo - yep, we´re talkin about lovesick toxic obsessed type of gojo, break up????? you know better than to tell him that sooo since you´re acting dUMB he has to fucc so sense into you bc clearly you forgot who tf ur talking to - LDKJSDFJDJFHLSHFLSHDF but he´s not rough bc he luvss you a lot

gojo is the pussy fairy - fwb, he´s your sneaky link when henessy makes you act up. he got a mf tongue piercing bYEE

insecure bully!gojo - angst, lil fluff, he´s a bully but he´s in love with that, but it´s not enough. part 2

the horniest - smut, ITS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD, he´s horny af, pussy drunk, obsessed, borderline crazy for that wap

phone calls - slice of life, hubby!gojo, dilf!gojo, his wife and his daughter are his only priority, this is so sdkfjskdjfh :´( i love it

cherished moments - clanleader!gojo, hubby!gojo who is a softy for his wife, #simp

family moments - fluff, slice of life, this is so wholesomeee, bf!gojo meeting your parents for the first time, i love it

someone older - smut, rich dilf!gojo, big age gap, big dicc too, talks big shit as well, "what do you do when your boyfriend cheats? you go to his house and fuck his dad" I MEAN- skdfhksdf

best of the best - smut, fwb! satoru, big sHIT talker omg, he lit asks you to be his gf wHILE he´s making you cum,,,,,best bf ever tho

love struck - fluffy, ex-fuckboy!satoru, he´s experiencing love for the first time :((((( IT´S SO CUTEEEEEEEEEE

love dumb - fluff, blurb, you make him lose his composure, can´t even focus bc you´re over there existing, someone should make a longer version of this! so good

too much - ANGSTTTYYYY, fluff too, reader and gojo are in a situationship kinda thing where they live together and love each other but nothing has been said yet, they get into an argument bc gojo has a big mouth and says a lot of hurtful things, they´re both just so exhausted

i know you still think about the times we had - angst, fluff, rich bf!gojo, his father makes you break up with him, it´s so angsty omg, they get into this HUGE argument bc gojo´s dad is a controlling mf

sanctuary - fluff, lowkey angst, weak!reader, bully!gojo, nah he´s just in love but doesn´t know how to say it

the road to falling in love - fluff, strangers to lovers, it´s a collection o moments where keeps falling harder for you, I LOVE ITTTTT, sdkfjhskdjf it´s kinda slow burn but not boring at all

loving you - fluffy af, "you’re the apple of his eyes; the love of his life. the only one who matters" ME N WHO???? pls this made my want to cry my heart out

yuji finds out gojo has a family - fluff, lowkey angst, hubby!gojo, dad!gojo, so,,, this made me cry, i love yuji sm he deserves the world :( this is part two and it also made me crY MY MF EYES OUT :))))))))

i´ll meet you forever in this memory - fluff, college au, married life au, it´s so good, he lit has this big ass plan to make you fall for him, and i mean big, like planned way ahead lmao, 10 years later he´s still asking you to go out with him,,,,even if you´re already married sdlfkjkdfhlsdjh so so cute

can´t stop drinking - ANGST, death, blood, dad!gojo, husband!gojo, mentions of wanting to die, a curse kills you and your son allegedly but in reality the elders had lied to him all these years, part 2 made me fucking cry, PLEASEEE I NEED PART 3

hype man - crack, fluff, supportive bf!gojo, he´s such an amazing bf :(, “damn, my girl ran you over with a bus, reversed, then got out and shot you twice in the foot? what did you do?? sounds like a you issue.” LMAOOOOO this is so cute and funny at the same time, i love it, such a gojo thing to say

flicker of flame - fluff, nervous soon to be dad!gojo, pregnant!reader, he´s going to be the best dad ever

nanami

when you break up and make up - nanami divorce au, angst

dorm room escapades - smut, dad´s bestfriend!nanami, age gap, GAWWDD DAMNNNN, daddy kink, this is some good stuff

you ask him to fuck you like a whore - its a short one but me likey

nanami drabbles - pwp, pls yall readdd part 2 and part 3

nanami is strong af - short blurb, smut, sdflksjd this got me giggling and shii

fifteen minutes - “Say that again. Louder. Can’t hear shit with the sound of my dick slapping into your cunt.” that´s all I have to say, your honor

protective - headcanon, hubby!kento, i love thissss

swear it´s just right for you - smut, fluff, hubby!nanami, I´m weaaaak, he´s so husband material

stressed after work - boyfriend! kento, a cute lil drabble bc he loves your mere presence

labour of love - fluff, vanilla smut, lowkey angst if you´ve been keeping up with the manga/anime, loving hubby!kento, SO DOMESTIC, love making, :(

losing his mind - smut, dom!reader, hubby!kento, sub!kento, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW, 10000/10, now this is new

his protégé - fluff, slice of life, fiancé!kento, dinner time with yuuji, it´s so wholesome :´)

my future is with you - fluff, unexpected angst, this is SICKKKKKKK, the last senteces is fucking sickening, and NOT in a good way, so fucking wrong for that, I litteraly wanna dIE

tie my tie, marry me - fluff, slice of life, "the moment nanami knew he never wanted to tie his tie by himself ever again and wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side" please just do yourself a favor and READ THIS

putting you in your place - smut, reader is gojo´s brat little sister, mean!nanami, BRAT TAMER!NANAMI, HEAVY degradation, “Maybe this was your fucking goal all along. To have me ruin you on my cock and fuck the attitude out of you.” CALL 911

edging - smut, pwp, fluff, this,,,,this is one the BEST nanami smuts out there, i just know the description of the whole thing is 100% accurate, the details, the way this is written, the visuaLSsss ldskjfhjsalfh go read it pls

married man - fluff, work au, HE IS A PROUD HUSBAND OK, the man was just waiting for somebody to say sOMETHING sljsdhfl now he can´t stop bragging about his perfect wife

toji

toji x size kink

toji x pussy spanking ´till you´re squirting - the title says it all,,, he´s MEAN

toji doing push ups with you on his back - you´re basically a rag doll,,,bc wdym he puts you in a fULL NELSON??

toji gets embarrased - the man WHIMPERED bc the riding was gewdd so reader kinda teases him for it, how dare she right? so now he has to make her pAY bc he aint no bitch

silk sheets n sticky cum - toji can´t control himself when he sees you in a nightgown so he uses you as a cum dump,,, in a very romantic way flsjdflkssldfjlsdfh, breeding kink

toji x overstimulation - fINALLY he got what he deserved, reader got him WHIMPERING, body shaking eyes rolling to the back of his head and everythangggg, I'm here for it.

take it lil princess - toji got me fucked up, straight up size kink like FRRRR he wants to break, bend and basically snap you in half (i´ll let him tbh), daddy kink, he got a big dicc as aLWAYS, the degRADING DIRTY TALKKK???? yes. he talks and talks and tALKS. there´s a lot going on yall

mine - toji mixed with monster!porn,,, nothing else to say- HE´S A WEREWOLfff, mean asf, breeding kink, daddy kink, size kink, it´s nasty

jealous daddy - slice of life, dilf!toji, megumi is a baby, toji and megumi create a plan to keep you away from megumi´s kindergarden teacher lmaooo, its so cute

nyphomaniac - smut, nypho!reader, dom!toji, THERE´S A WHOLE LOTTA STUFF GOING ON HEREE, just read it omg

family man - fluff, soft dad!toji, baby megumi, husband!toji, he´s a softie for his son and his wife ;(

unprecedented reveal - smut, fluff, mma!toji, journalist!reader, lowkey angst, "photo leaks of toji going down on you in public is suddenly exposed for everyone to know about the infamous fighters girlfriend" wELL dssdfh that´ll do it

will always be yours - smut, fluff, so basically toji only does rough sex, doggy style being his fav, but when it comes to you he prefers the loving-face to face-intense eye contanct type of sex (more like love making) bc being with you makes him feel ten different emotions at once :) DÑFLJSLDFJ

unspoken memories - fluff, lowkey angst, dad!toji, baby!megumi, married life, my heart is so full after reading this, it´s so domestic, so adorable, such a happy read

make a mess on his face - smut, toji is a messy pussy eater, that´s it, that´s the tweet

geto

gimme, gimme more - rich!geto x stripper!reader, lots of plot and build up, he is misteriousssss and fucking filthy and so cuTE??????? wtf, the wating game is real, he knows how to play his cards very well, LAWDD HAVE MERCY i would have folded too

gripping the headboard with one hand - smut, “what a slut.” hELP

protective hubby - teacher!suguru, pregnant wife oc, it´s cutee

focus - suggestive, flirty!geto, tutor!geto, “you’re doing so good for me… keep going.” I HATE ITTTTTTTT, i would fold like a mf lawn chair bitch OOF

dress shopping - very suggestive, WHY IS HE SO SMOOTH WITH IT ALL THE TIME??? got me blushing and sweating and shit

phoque - crack, teacher!suguru, twin girls dad!suguru, he accidentally curses in front of his daughters and now he´s gotta make up some bullshit story to save his ass, SLFHSLDKJHSLDH this is funny

choso

picture perfect - smut, photographer choso, he´s lowkey a perv, jacks off to oc´s pictures

suckig souls - smut, succubus oc, somnophilia, sub! choso, lil dacryphilia, love love love love it

meanie - smut, mean!choso, “Why you actin’ like some dick-starved whore? I fucked you good this morning" THE WAY I SCREAMEDDDDDDDD “Is that what you needed, princess? Some good dick?" STOOOOOOOOOPPPP

your pleasure - smut, squirting, choso discovers the magic of eating pussy :))))) aND he´s a fucking natural too like ???? gTFO

it´s too much - smut, dom!reader, inexperienced!choso and sub!chose fics are like crack to me, i´m obsessed, this is so detailed, he is eager to please sdlfjls and wants to try it all at once

fingers in his hair - smut, chose loves having his hair pulled when he´s eating pussy,,,,,,,CALL A MF AMBULANCE a bitch just died

cherry blossoms - smut, virgin!choso, phone sex, it´s his first orgasm yall, not yuji talking about a "sloppy toppy" LSJFHLSJDFHLFDH he´s so outta pocket

sukuna

itadori

vivid fantasies - smut, sukuna wants to bone you and he makes it yuji’s problem sakfhkshfksfd poor yuji

poly / multiple versions

gojo and geto are rich besties and they coax you into a poly relationship - smut

you slap their ass - reaction. gojo, geto, sukuna, nanami, choso, toji, megumi, itadori, yuta

too much for them to handle - toji and gojo version. it´s a LOT going here as well. gojo is a whole swiTCH. toji is a bully in the sheets so you know he´s all abou that degrading teasing dirty talk, we love it

slut him out - gojo, geto, nanami and toji version. y'know what,,,idek what to say about thi- IT´S NASTY FILTHY JUST PORN, reader is a whOre (not my words), read at your own risk bc i was SHOOk

how jjk men like it - smut, the gojo and toji one,,, i HATe it hereee

bimbo bunny - smut, choso, toji and nanami version, the vISUALs I GOT FROM THE NANAMI ONE LAWDDDD

birthday boy - smut, birthday sex, dacryphilia, i just KNOWWWW this is geto

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