“hm. I Wonder Why Ive Been Thinking About Suguru So Much?” Mist Says As If 3/4 Of Their Mutuals Aren’t

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yandere asylum therapist! suguru x reader

the official prequel to this oneshot!!! while it is in the same au, this one (and the other one) can def be read as standalones!!!! ^.^

cw’s!!: descriptions of violence (bashing someone’s skull in, knocking someone’s teeth out), gn! reader, no use of y/n, delusional sugu!!! (the best sugu imo :3), and i think that’s it!!!! ^^

wc: 1.2k :))

one more meeting. one more meeting and you’d finally be done with all of the infuriating hours spent in and out of various psychiatrists offices. one more meeting and then you could go back to your cell and fuck off like you knew the nurses wanted you to (you weren’t stupid, you saw the way the nurses glanced at you through their peripherals. it’s not like it wasn’t for good reason). one more meeting and then you could just choose whichever therapist you vaguely remembered the name of (probably the irritatingly serene one. she was more than willing to talk about herself when you refused to answer any of her questions and she seemed tougher than the others, like she wouldn’t crumble under a few threats from you.)

there were four security guards surrounding you while you walked. it was like a big, blaring alarm. “do not come close.” (as if the loud metal clanking of your restraints and the vibrant red of your jumpsuit wasn’t enough to signify that already).

three of the guards fell back when you made it to the door. the last office was in a strange spot, past all of the cells and a long hallway, all the way in the back of the institution. there was a plaque outside of this door, as if someone important was sitting inside waiting for you (you almost laughed at the thought. flesh can be cut and bones can be broken, can’t they? your status can’t save you from violence).

you barely got to skim over the name on the plaque before the door was open and you were unceremoniously shoved through it, your lips immediately parting to shoot a half-formed threat towards the guard behind you (probably something about bashing his skull in, you didn’t really premeditate your threats before dishing them out)… until you were interrupted.

“now now, is that any way to treat my patient?” the voice that cut in was deep. smooth and warm but not pleasantly so (not like a fireplace or a summers day, but like heated metal running along your skin. so hot that you don’t even register the pain until you’re already burned). there’s a hand on your shoulder before you even realize, the deep voice closer than before. you resist the urge to shudder at the touch.

“why don’t you go sit, hm? i can’t imagine those heavy restraints are comfortable to hold up like that.” you only respond by shouldering his hand off of you and sending the security guard a sharp glare, the metal of your restraints loud when you settle yourself in the chair in front of a large oak desk. you felt like you were at a business meeting rather than a preliminary therapy session.

“i’ll handle it from here.” is all the man says before the last security guard leaves the room. you don’t bother to look at him as he settles himself in the chair across from you.

it’s quiet for a long moment, the only sounds in the room being the soft shuffle of the papers he’s looking through and the ticking of the clock on the wall (god how you wished you could knock it off the wall. it seemed to be getting louder with every incessant tick). you were starting to wonder if he was planning on talking at all (you could only hope. you’d much prefer to sit in silence rather than watch yet another doctor desperately try to get you to answer their questions). your hopes were dashed as soon as they appeared.

“i apologize for the delay, that was rude of me. it’s just been quite a while since i last took a patient, i’m rusty with the procedures.” his voice finally cuts through the silence. you don’t say anything, you don’t even glance up at him. interesting.

“i’m sure you saw my name outside, but it feels rude not to introduce myself anyway. i’m dr. geto, the leading psychiatrist of this institution.” that catches your attention. your eyes are already narrowed in annoyance when you look at him, your brows only furrowing more when you took in his appearance. he was pretty. irritatingly so. you don’t doubt he had every nurse wrapped around his finger just because of that fact.

“you’re the leading psychiatrist? so what, is this some sort of last ditch effort to fix me?” you question, your sharp gaze continuing to watch him through your lashes. you hated how smug his expression was, how those purple eyes seemed to dissect you the moment they had a chance, how he smiled at your cynicism.

“if that’s how you want to think about it, then yes. though i would say that’s quite a pessimistic line of thinking, no?” you don’t say anything, so he continues. “i was the one who requested to see you. i stopped taking patients when i got promoted to this position, but you…” he pauses, considering his words. “your case interested me.” you scoff.

you can tell he’s waiting for you to say something, watching you with that same unsettling smile. you’re caught in a strange sort of staring contest with him, but it only lasts until he says your name.

and that. that’s what makes you snap.

it was nothing more than a soft utterance, something to call your attention back to him… but the way he said it, the way the syllables dripped from his lips like something so nauseatingly sweet while he held that agitating fucking smile on his face… you were convinced he was lucifer himself.

“if you keep smiling at me like that i will knock all of your fucking teeth out, do you understand me?” you lean forward in your seat when he doesn’t respond immediately, your restraints clanking with the movement.

“do you understand me?” you repeat. you’re not loud with your words, not at all. you’re deadly quiet, eyes wide and staring right at him. he manages to school his expression quickly, but you’re perceptive. you catch the flicker of surprise on his face.

he swallows before he speaks, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly with the action (you briefly wonder what it would feel like to cut through it). “… i understand.” his volume matches yours but he can’t hide the slight breathiness in his voice.

his heart is pounding so loudly in his ears he’s almost sure that you can hear it just as clearly as he can (he wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case, at least. he wouldn’t be surprised if you could read his thoughts with the way you were looking at him).

he briefly wondered if you were something divine, something sent down to punish him by seeing right through his facade. something that could see that he deserved to be in those restraints just as much as you did. the thought sends a shiver through him and he averts his gaze (which is only confirmation to him. why else would he be so distraught if not for some sort of divine intervention?)

you both make your own decisions when you’re escorted out of his office a few minutes later.

anyone but him is what you decide.

and he decides that he’s yours.

utahime would benefit from having a super whipped gf

like yes, you tease her sometimes and it’s cute and sweet and silly but the second her tone gets even a little serious you’re shutting the fuck up and listening!!

like okay okay. making out w her right. it’s messy and a little loud and your grip on her hips is just a little too tight but she doesn’t mention it. she pulls away from the kiss, breathing out a small “need you” against your lips.

you kinda just cock your head to the side and smile a bit. “you already have me, ‘hime.” it was a small tease, just something silly and playful to irk her a little.

ohhh but the way she looks at you after you say that… her pretty eyes are all hazy and her brows are slightly furrowed. “no, i need all of you. please.” she’s not even frustrated with you, she just needs you in any way she can get you. what else can you do other than nod and bend to her every whim? and god, if you didn’t feel bad for making your girl feel like she had to beg for what she wanted.

so OBVIOUSLY u pay her back by making her squirt all over ur face. duh.

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

very convinced that toji’s big strong warm hands pressed against my uterus would solve alllll of my problems rn. or him getting me pregnant and making my period disappear for nine months. either or.

writing smth for this soon i HAVE TOOOO U DONT UNDERSTAND

mdni!! (´ω`)

so if i said aizawa daddy kink would u guys boo me. if i said aizawa softly comforting u while ur taking his cock with soft coos of “it’s okay, baby. daddy’s here, you can let go.” WOULD U SAY NO????

LIKE I DONT EVEN MEAN LIKE “rough alpha daddy dom 😈” NO!!!!!!! i mean soft soft sex w slow thrusts and gentle kisses and maybe some tears on ur end where he is just so devoted to making u feel good and comfy and uggggh. uggggggggh!!!!!!

hi guys it’s not hard to make ur x reader fics racially ambiguous :3 hi guys it’s not hard to make ur x reader fics racially ambiguous :33 hi guys it’s not- *gunshot*

I need your advice pukicho! What would you do if you found out a friend of yours was a trump supporter?

I'd drop them. The time for playful disagreements has long-since past. You don't get to vote for the guy who makes concentration camps and crashes airplanes and think a "haha my bad" is gonna cut it as an apology for doing so. No, your callous vote have already cost people their lives. Even if Trump hadn't absolutely collapsed the government, your character judgement skills are shit, and you clearly aren't smart enough to be around me.

my pupils just comically turned into hearts

I've recently been doing a lot of Drawpile sessions with pals, they're so much fun. Here are some of the doodles I've done that I might eventually do stuff with

hi so this is actually insane???????