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Title: Bedside Manner.
Pairing: Yan!Doctor!Gojo x Reader x Yan!Nurse!Geto (JJK).
Word Count: 2.9k.
TW: Non/Con, AFAB!Reader, Sex Toys, Could Be Read As A Geto Stayed AU But It's Funnier If You Don't, Bondage, Improper Use of Cum, A Brief Blowjob Aside, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Slight Dom/Sub Dynamics, and Medical Malpractice.
“The patient should be waking up any second now, doctor.”
You stirred at the sound of Geto’s voice, groaning as you blinked away harsh, colorless light. The room around you came into focus slowly; your bleary eyes scanning over four blank walls and sterile titanium cabinets, only lingering momentarily on the tool-crowded trays latched onto either side of the metallic examination table you’d been laid across before moving to the doorway. Gojo was stepping across the threshold, wearing what you could only describe as a child’s idea of how a general practitioner might’ve dressed. His blindfold was gone, replaced with a pair of thin-rimmed shades he wore low on the bridge of his nose, and his uniform had been swapped out for a fitted button-up and a long, unwrinkled lab coat. An authentic-enough stethoscope had been strung around his neck, latex gloves pulled over his hands, but he hadn’t bothered to write anything on the paper held by the clipboard tucked under his arm, and his tie was left loose and undone in his collar. If you saw him in an actual hospital, you might’ve hesitated before asking to see his medical license. Might’ve.
Geto entered behind him, hands clasped behind his back and hair pulled into a loose bun. Your gaze dipped below his collar and your brain immediately short-circuited.
You couldn’t remember ever seeing a skirt that short in a… well, you couldn’t remember ever seeing a skirt that short anywhere.
Unlike Gojo, he’d clearly gotten his costume out of the darkest corner of the sketchiest store he could find. It might’ve been able to pass for a nurse’s uniform, had it not been for the fishnets stretched over his toned legs, the skin-tight skirt that ended well below his mid-thigh, the plunging neckline framed on either side by a pressed white collar. As you gawked, he caught your eye, a pointed grin tugging at the corners of his red lips. “Doctor,”he practically purred the title, bringing his hands up to Gojo’s shoulders. “It seems the patient is in a state of shock! Oh, no, what are you going to do?”
What his costume lacked, Gojo made up for with his acting. “There’s nothing to worry about.” His voice was artificially deep, his tone low and gravelly. “You’re both in good hands. I specialize in cases like this – needy young things neglected for far too long.” He clicked his tongue, flicking his glasses on top of his head. “Why don’t you prepare the patient, nurse?”
At that, your expression dropped. “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit today, guys.” You threw your legs over the side of the table, your scowl deepening as you glanced down and found that your clothes had been replaced with a nearly transparent hospital gown. Geto appeared behind you as you moved to stand, his fist curling around your wrist, but you shook him off. “Where are we? If swear, if I find out you cleared out an actual hospital for the sake of your shitty roleplay, I’ll—"
“Doctor,” Geto crooned again, “The patient seems to be hysterical. It’s driven them to delusion!”
His hands clapped over your shoulders. With that terrible grin still plastered across his lips, he slammed you down against the metal table and ignored your attempts to thrash against his hold. Gojo gasped, throwing his blank clipboard to the ground as he rushed to slap a hand over his mouth. “Their condition must be worse than we thought. If we don’t act now, we might lose them for good.”
Geto’s hold tightened. “Do you think it’s come to that, doctor?”
There was a beat of silence. Eventually, Gojo replied, “Yes. That.”
Geto let out a deep breath, his grin faltering. “The toys, Satoru.”
Immediately, he perked up, striding confidently to the foot of your bed. “Their treatment, you mean.” He reached towards one of the trays latched to your cot and, this time, you noticed that they weren’t housing tools, but an almost impressive collection of toys; bullets and wands of as many sizes and colors as you could imagine lined up in neat rows between bottles of lube and textured silicone monstrosities. After a second of thought, he chose a ribbed, hot pink rabbit vibrator, the insert just a little too big not to send a pang of dread to the pit of your stomach.
You scratched at Geto’s wrists and, when he failed to budge, let out a long, wordless scream – punctuated by a frustrated growl as you kicked toward Gojo. “If you so much as thick about touching me with that, I’ll—”
“Hysterical, like you said. If left untreated, it’ll progress into constant agitation, or worse – sexual repulsion.” He paused, slipped two gloved fingers into his mouth. A wet, slick sound filled the cramped space. By the time he pulled away, a string of spit stretched between his fingertips and his lips; only broken as his hand fell to your cunt. “Of course, proper preparation is necessary. We wouldn’t be able to call ourselves professionals if we didn’t take care of our patients, would we, nurse?”
Geto shook his head dutifully as Gojo spread the lips of your pussy apart, his haphazardly lubricated fingers thrusting into your entrance. They must’ve already done something to you in your sleep. Your body offered no resistance as he spread his fingers apart inside of you, slight discomfort turning to reluctant pleasure too quickly to be the first time they’d stretched open your body that day. He curled his fingers and you jerked against Geto’s hold, your hips bucking upward and earning a click of his tongue, a more pitying shake of his head. “Unruly patients have to be restrained.”
You opened your mouth, bracing yourself to ask what that was supposed to mean, but anything you might’ve said was replaced with a sharp whimper as his attention moved to your wrists – catching them in one hand while the other began to fiddle with something at the head of the table. You felt it more than you saw it; thick and leathery, looped once around your wrists and pulled tight, binding your hands above your head. Now freed, his own touch drifted to the collar of your gown, then lower, cupping the curves of your chest through the papery material and squeezing harshly. His thumbs swiped over your nipples while Gojo’s fingers ground against something soft and sensitive inside of you and stuck between the two of them, you shrunk into yourself, shutting your eyes as little whines and hitched moans escaped your treacherous lips.
Your pathetic resistance was met with an airy chuckle, a mouth pressed against your collarbone as Geto bent at the waist. “What a lucky little thing you are – to have such a skilled doctor looking after you.” His breath fanned over your skin and, as if to prove his point, Gojo forced another finger into your now slick-soaked cunt, pumping all three into you at a brutal, breaking pace. Bucking against him wasn’t an act of rebellion, this time, but a necessity; a choice your body made on your behalf. You didn’t want to, but you would’ve done anything to loosen the vice-tight coil in your core, the cool the pure warmth flooding through your veins. “You’ll show him how thankful you are for such thorough treatment, won’t you?”
Willing or otherwise, you would have to. You could feel your body starting to stiffen, your pussy clenching around his fingers as something deep inside of youbegan to smolder. The heel of Gojo’s palm ground against your clit and you moaned shamelessly, struggling not to clench your thighs shut as—
—as Gojo drew back, leaving you empty and quickly coming down from your near-high. There was a twinge of disappointment, but any relief your better judgement might’ve been able to summon was quickly smothered and suffocated as Gojo, color-bleached hair falling over his eyes, thrust his chosen vibrator into your vulnerable pussy and switched it on.
It wasn’t a question of when you would break, but how quickly. It only took a few seconds under the harsh vibrations being pumped into your clit, of enduring the way the bulbed insert pumped and ground against the walls of your cunt for you to crack. “Take it out,” you begged, spreading your legs involuntarily. “Take it out, turn it off, please, I—”
“That’s just your condition talking. You’re looking better already,” Geto cooed, his arm snaking around your neck and drawing you flat against the examination table. “Good patients take their treatment with a smile.”
“Helpful as always, nurse.” Gojo flattened one hand against your lower stomach, using the other to keep his vibrator in place despite your body’s convulsions. “But you don’t need to be so harsh. Look – it’s already taking effect.”
He was right. He was right and you hated him for it. You could feel yourself clenching around the length of his insert, your back threatening to arch off the examination table as you came around his toy. Climax provided no reprieve, though. Gojo only hummed, his thumb pressing into a silver button on the vibrator’s base. In an instant, the vibrations grew stronger, the aching pleasure being forced onto your body more savage. As you fought not to come undone for the second time in seconds, Gojo’s eyes flickered to Geto. “I think it’s about time we started on the patient’s medicine.”
Geto didn’t protest. He pressed a lingering kiss into the curve of your neck before straightening his back and climbing onto the examination table with you; a knee planted snuggly on either side of your head, giving you a view under his skirt too perfectly posed not to be deliberate. The costume was worse than you could’ve possibly imagined. Black garter belts hugged his muscular thighs, a stark departure in tone and style from the silken ivory panties barely covering his thick cock. He was already painfully hard – the outline of his length showing through the thin material, the tip leaking enough arousal to render both his panties and the cheap fabric of his skirt transparent.
He bent down and Gojo rose to meet him, propping one knee on the edge of the table as Geto undid his belt and shrugged down his dress pants, freeing Gojo’s cock. He let out a raspy groan as Geto’s painted lips ghosted over his flushed tip, as he ran his broad tongue running over the underside of Gojo’s cock before taking it into his mouth. You tried to look away, to focus on something that wasn’t one of them or the vibrator pulsing in your cunt, but its mechanical pattern was just jarring enough to keep you grounded in reality and they were so fucking loud, Geto’s noisy swallows and stifled moans always met with Gojo’s praise. The bright blue of his gloves stood out against Geto’s dark hair like lightning against a storm, the shape of his cock visible against the column of Geto’s throat as he swallowed Gojo down. Drool pooled at the corners of his mouth, smearing his lipstick and dripping down to his chin as he bobbed his head in-time with Gojo’s idle thrusts. As you were nudged closer to your second climax, Geto worked Gojo towards his first; his already erratic pace growing more frenzied. His eyes fell shut, Geto’s name slipping past his lips – cut short by a hitched breath as he rutted into Geto’s mouth.
You forced yourself to look away as Geto choked him through his high, but it didn’t matter. Burning white blotted out your vision as his vibrator forced you over the ledge, sending another wave of blissful agony coursing through hyper-sensitive body. It seemed to hold you in that state of euphoric paralysis for minutes – your eyes glazed over and unfocused, your legs twitching and your cunt clenching around the bulbed insert. Gojo’s airy chuckle was the only thing that stopped you from spiraling completely. The vibrator was switched off and removed unceremoniously, Geto helped down from the examination table with a muffled whine of protest. Gojo’s hands curled around your ankles, dragging you downward until your legs hung over the table’s blunt edge and Geto could position himself between your twitching thighs. Exhausted and limp, you could only shake your head and whimper as Gojo’s hands slipped under Geto’s skirt, hiking the fabric up to his waist and tearing away his panties entirely. With his chin propped on Geto’s shoulder, his hand panted on Geto’s hip, he wrapped his fist around Geto’s cock and lined his leaking tip up with your dripping entrance. Geto, with a pursed-lipped frown and eyes blown just a little too wide to sell the doe-like innocence he was aiming for, paid Gojo a hesitant glance, but Gojo clicked his tongue, pressing his chest into Geto’s back with the practiced steadiness of a decade-long mentor. “Don’t be shy, nurse.” He slotted his lip against Geto’s ass. “Someone’s still waiting for their medicine.”
His assurance was kind, but unnecessary; Geto couldn’t play coy for very long. Wordlessly, he thrust into you, bottoming out in a single stroke.
Gojo was still there, providing a steadying hand, but what little self-restraint Geto had snapped the moment he felt your cunt clamp around him. While you recoiled, your body attempting to escape his hostile affection before your mind could realize it was futile, he groaned and lurched into you, never satisfied unless he could be buried as deeply inside of you as possible. A hand shot up – taking hold of your jaw and prying your grit teeth apart as his mouth crashed into yours. The kiss was open-mouthed and rough, his tongue lashing out to force something warm and bitter into your mouth. You begged yourself not to put a name to the substance he was practically tongue-fucking down your throat, but tears still managed to blur your hazy vision, overstimulation and humiliation turning every sensation sharp and invasive. What was left of your limited strength was poured into writhing and thrashing underneath him, but that only seemed to spur Geto on, to let him fuck into your cunt with that much more force, to make the sound of his skin slapping against yours that much more unbearable. Gojo didn’t help, but he didn’t stop him, either. He kept his hands on Geto’s waist, kept that shit-eating grin plastered across his lips as he watched Geto fuck into you like a wild animal, let out of its cage for the very first time.
Your third and last climax was almost pathetically weak; your body wrung dry and your nerves burnt to nothing. Your final moan came out hoarse and stunted, your form going limp underneath him, and yet, it was enough to tip Geto over the edge, to leave him grunting as he pressed his hips flush to yours and filled your cunt with something so, so much worse than the stale cum he made you swallow. At least that, you’d been able to ignore, to reject. The feeling of pure heat dripping down the inside of your thighs as he stilled against you wasn’t as easy to block out.
He lingered on top of you, his breath ragged and his face buried in the side of your neck. Gojo was the one to break the stillness, predictably, letting out a pitchy whine as he threw himself onto fGeto. “You looked so hot.” He drew the final word out for a second too long, his voice cracking on the final note. “You looked hot and I couldn’t say anything because I had to stay in character but all I wanted to do was put my di—"
“Later, Satoru.” With a groan, Geto straightened his back, taking Gojo with him as he pried himself away from you. The leather strap around your wrists was pulled loose, and he helped you sit up-right, your legs still dangling over the side of the examination table. His cum stained the inside of your thighs, the hospital gown they’d dressed you in hanging wrinkled and ragged from your shoulders. Geto let out a soft coo as he looked over you, his acting only slightly more believable than it’d been a few minutes ago. “I’ll get you cleaned up while Satoru takes care of mess. We’ll get you back home after that, alright?”
You let your head lull forward. It was your turn to bury your face in his chest, now, to huff as Gojo changed tactics – positioning himself behind you and nuzzling into the nape of your neck. “I hate you two.” You spared a fleeting glance to either side. “Where are we? This doesn’t look like any of Shoko’s labs.”
A beat of silence lapsed between the two of them. Finally, Gojo chimed in. “That would’ve saved us a lot of time, huh, Suguru?”
Immediately, you stiffened. “This cannot be a real—”
Geto pressed a kiss into your forehead. “It’s nothing worth worrying your pretty little head over, sweetheart.”
“There’s not even a law for—”
“Doctor,” Geto called, speaking over you. “Your patient’s getting riled up, again.”
You jolted, but didn’t have time to get away. Gojo was already pressing himself against you, his hand slipping between your thighs as his grin bit into the side of your throat.
“You can leave this one to me, nurse.”
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✎ yandere! school headcanons . . .
✎ warnings . . .
― obsessiveness, stalking, possessiveness, mentions of murder, manipulation etc.
(gn! reader x yandere! ocs)
✎ yandere! school where everyone is obsessed and in love with their lovely little english teacher, you.
✎ yandere! students who listen attentively in your class. doing their homework, answering questions and just overall being good students! they'd do anything to make their favourite teacher happy :) fyi they don't do any of these in other classes.
✎ yandere! history teacher who loves talking to you about history! he's so energetic, so sweet :) he also likes talking about his past and how he wishes to make history with you. but you're a little dense and don't see his flirts. it's okay! you'll cave one way or another :)
✎ yandere! math teacher who's cold and stoic to everyone but you. giving you heartfelt smiles, little trinkets (that are very expensive), and lots of red roses! anyone can see that he's courting you, except for you of course. he's a little bit annoyed at your denseness but finds it attractive nontheless.
✎ yandere! school counselor who's there for you when your date dumps you. oh dear! what an asshole he is! don't worry, she's there for you :) after a change of clothes, some hydrogen peroxide and some burying, she's there 24/7 for you!
✎ yandere! school nurse who patches up your wounds and injuries lovingly. how'd you even get these anyways? the small pout and light blush on his cheeks whenever he patches you up always remind you of a small puppy! after patching you up, he thanks the people he hired to hurt you lightly with a wad of cash for the opportunity to be so close to you.
✎ yandere! principal who's an attractive middle aged woman of tall stature. she always gives you a bonus and treats you so kindly! you are ever so thankful for her and the amazing job she allowed you to have :) as if she didn't have her sights on you since day 1.
✎ yandere! security guard who swears he does this for your safety! it's not stalking if he's doing it to keep you safe :( following you around after school hours, scaring away pests that approach you... you see?! he's only doing this to protect you!
✎ yandere! pe teacher who you find kind of weird with how deeply he breathes around you and how his face always flushes pink at the mere mention of your name. and why are his knuckles always bruised? you know he works out a lot but still... it's cause he's always fighting creeps who want your attention silly!!
✎ yandere! school who loves and cares for you in their own little ways. you're their precious darling after all.
#tw yandere#yandere#yandere x reader#yanderes x gn reader#yandere school x reader#yandere school headcanons#yandere school#yandere teachers#yandere principal#yandere nurse#yandere security guard#yandere counselor#yandere students#yandere math teacher#yandere oc#yandere history teacher#yandere oc x reader
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thinkin about some kind of yan doctor or nurse. nurse would be a afab cutesy dude in that stereotypical "sexy" nurse outfit and amab doctor would look similar to herbert west from re-animator with the hair and glasses. strong jaw and shit.... ahem. goes off the rails, kinda all over the place as these are only ideas. Ahemhrm. some of it doesnt make sense im SORRY.
creep nurse/doctor x clueless, subtop reader
cw + for future references;; manipulation??,,; treating you like an idiot-ish, noncon touching, polite doctor is a freak, cutesy nurse is gross,, drugging ( receiving )
clueless idiot moron you, walks in for a mere checkup. you feel me? just a simple checkup!!! few days after your birthday... waiting in waiting room, nonchalantly staring at the wall and zoning out and making shapes with the swirly-design on the walls when ur name is called by the nurse, a cutesy frail lookin guy, interest is caught by nurse;; gets all blushy and shit, closing in on himself and rubbing his thighs together before leading you to the back to get ur weight and height with you trying to make small talk with no reply.. getting a little upset because you think the nurse is being moody but not engaging any further with a huff..,,
takin you to one of the backrooms. dude poking you with a stick and rubbing that damn popsicle stick all on your tongue - making you choke??? bro turns away toward the cabinets; back facing you, immediately sucking it off. ahem. takin a stethoscope and rubbin it all over ur chest under yr shirt n shit... the normal-ish routine of a normal-ish checkup - doing everything the doctor will do when he arrives.. and then he does! nurse off to the bathroom, masturbating with the fuckin tongue depressor he made you gag with in one of the very clean bathrooms,, doctor coming in, looking over ur charts and ranting to you about some random shit about his day, happily listening as the doctor was a bit more chatty than the cutesy lil nurse..
"yeah, it was pretty busy today... this nurse has been getting on my nerves, i've been thinking about asking to have him transferred.." , asking how your day was as he checks your throat out with a tongue depressor like the nurse did,,, "so how was ur day, hun?" while having a popsicle stick down ur throat... dick bulging as he runs a stethoscope over your chest, cold nitrile gloved hands brushing over your nipples briefly,,, telling you to take deep breaths before moving toward your back - briefly wandering over ur muscles before listening to your lungs - a shiver crawling up his spine,, "you're doin real good for me, champ..." ahem. champ..? doctor says you're all good, patting your shoulder with a bright, gleeful smileㅡbut you should totally come back in a few days, as i'm prescribing you some medicine!
what?? medicine?? looking at him all questioning and saying, "really? whats this for." while shaking the orange bottle.. so quickly he prepared this? jeez.. he waves you off, "for ur immune system - vitamins, don't be silly." you didnt come in here to be prescribed some... what the hell is this - you cant even read this shit. uh...
really? come back again so soon?? yeah, sure alright.. doctors orders and all that.. you shrug it off, take the dosage he prescribed you when home and gettin rock fucking hard and having to repeatedly jerk off just for ur erection to start softening.. layin in ur filth, overstimulated and ultimately tired.. doctors orders and all that, saying that you had to take one a day.. ugh.. doctors orders suck amiright. you did get some sort of reaction like that when taking sleeping medicine but not to the extent of getting an actual erection. hmrmm... not suspicious at all :3
"no, no, you gotta stay more, trust. something is totally wrong with you... have you been taking ur vitamins i prescribed??" you have no family or friends to tell you that no, that place is a fucking wreck with doctors with literally no actual qualifications. LOL
going back the week after for another checkup as the doctor called it, being tired as he trails his nitrile gloved hands over your throat and chest.. asking how the vitamins are treating you and you tell him straight up, "they give me boners that last a while even after i nut.. that normal?" while scratching the back of your head... "yeaah! that happens in the very beginning, but don't worry, that'll go away..." is in awe, lowkey, as he touches the hands that you stroked ur dick with. Ahem. doctor tells you to come back next week ... and you do, nurse guiding you again, and you tell him its good to see him.. which he eagerly says the same, nurse is pretty chatty with you.. happily making conversation about ur shirt and saying he totally likes that band or whatever!!
going over your "charts" and says he needs a sample of your spit / urine?? for the doctor to test becuz its totally regulation, totally unaware that he totally had that he added the sample to his growing shrine in the basement that only had a few tissues and the popsicle stick with a grainy picture of you he took over the cameras in the hall... a copied tape of the feed containing you and all that... freak. so weirded out when they tell you to put on one of the hospital gowns and follow them to the larger area that turns into an actual hospital rather than office..,,,
#ocs =͟͟͞͞★#“polite” doctor and cute nurse ...#x male reader#male reader#x top male reader#top male reader#yandere doctor#yandere nurse!#subtop reader
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Yandere nurse friend thing , let’s say he’s a nurse and I’ll incorporate that more next time.
yandere desc: yandere friend x gn reader, possessiveness, slight manipulation, jealousy, attacks on others etc. general yandere behavior
You’ve found a new friend ever since you moved into this new neighborhood, an upscale one with a gate, keeping everyone safe and secure. At least the most you can feel when you’ve been seeing the news coverage twice this past month.
They solemnly look at the first neighbor, attacked by something, someone, it was all a blur, too fast pace to the point that when they had the wind knocked out of their lungs, they didn’t know where it went.
The second neighbor explained the almost exact same situation. Both going outside at night for separate reasons, under distress after something powerful attacked them for no apparent reason. It was scary, terrifying for everyone here. If these gates couldn’t protect them, then what was the point of being here?
The victims both showcase their similar wounds, either grazed by a blade or claw, it was deep and painful, all over their chest and arms.
“I think they’re being dramatic, surely the attack wasn’t that serious since they both got discharged only a few days later” Your friend appears, shutting off the tv, he’s annoyed by how much coverage these two got. They were milking it, acting as if they hadn’t made eye contact with him before he sprinted away.
But they didn’t see human like eyes, they saw the eyes of a creature that was only looking for a reason to not continue the brutal attack, easily being able to drain the life out of them if they so tested him. What would be stopping him from just finishing them off?
“Well, they’re probably just shaken up, y’know something like that isn’t easy to get over” Your eyes trail the black screen, skinning carrots with the peeler tightly gripped in your hand. The moisture from the carrots made the rubber handle slippery, making one little distraction cut you skin just like it did with the vegetable.
“Shit” You wince, suckling the wound to help the stinging pain was your first thought, and you were about to before your hand was snatched away in his.
“You always get distracted and hurt yourself” He sighs in worry, looking over your wound before rummaging in your pantry for the first aid kit. He hardly lets you take hold of your own hand before he sends you off to the couch, making the rest of dinner on his own, no matter how many times you try entering the kitchen to help.
“I mean it, go sit back, I’m almost done anyways, I don’t want you cutting yourself again, I have enough to worry about” He glares daggers at you, a warning that makes you sigh but you realize it’s just because he cares about you, even if it’s a harsh way of doing so.
You collapse on the couch with a sigh, feeling your sore muscles pressed against the soft cushioning, you wonder why your body is even sore, you haven’t been doing much, just resting.
Despite your day off supposed to be relaxing, you can’t get rid of this internal gut feeling, telling you to keep thinking of those attacks, you decide to turn on the news again. Immediately it pops up the interviews again from this morning, they describe their thoughts and worries so vividly, it must be something haunting them at night now.
His ear perks at hearing those familiar voices playing again, looking from over the kitchen he can see the news playing, and you watching it. Why are you so interested in it? It’s.. irritating.
He’s not going to have you worry about something he did, even if it was for the sake of you. They deserved more, but he gracefully let them go just because he knew you’d be scared shitless if they were murders.
Both were cocky assholes that tried hitting on you, he could just tell they were challenging him. Every little smirk and laugh, so condescending, believing they were superior, each truly thinking they would be able to whisk you away from him.
With every little memory he recalls, he slices the carrots faster, and faster, until it’s complete muscle memory controlling his hands.
They should be glad they weren’t put down like the dogs they are, euthanized for being troublesome, killed for being selfish fucking—
A drop of blood falls on the board, and then more droplets fall, until it seems like a rainfall of blood is appearing from somewhere. He looks at his finger, seeing he had deeply cut it, a few seconds more and he might’ve been able to fully snap it off.
He’s stupid for getting so worked up about these idiots, they’ll both just live in fear for the rest of their pathetic lives and stay inside, and if it doesn’t work then he’ll just finish them off. He’s gotten away with worse before, some blood on his hands won’t bug him.
“Hey are you almost done with dinner? I thought I wasn’t too hungry but now I can really feel my stomach rumbling” You walk in, yawning as you do, your vision stops blurring and you see him covering his hand.
“Yeah, almost done, go sit back down” He says with a smile, hoping you wouldn’t fuss over his wound too much if you saw.
“Are you bleeding? What happened? Did you cut yourself?” You practically teleport to his side, assessing his wound before making him clean it with some cold water, cleaning it with antiseptic wipes and bandaging him immediately after.
“And you said I was the clumsy one” You frown slightly, hoping his wound would heal fine without help from the hospital he works at.
“Thanks, I just got distracted” He grins with a slight chuckle, hugging you as if he hadn’t seen you in years. “I’m really happy I could hangout with you today” He whispers softly in your ears, comfortably having you in his arms, almost a little too possessively, but you don’t notice.
He knows why the way he is, and it’s because of you. You’re his cure, he needs you, or else life would be pointless without you in it.
#yxami’s yam#yandere#male yandere#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere male oc#yandere male#yandere friend#yandere boy#yandere x gn reader#yandere x gender neutral reader#Yandere nurse
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"Kabuamaru! You can't bite my patients!"
Yan! Possessive! Obanai x Nurse! Reader
(Reader works at the Butterfly Mansion)
Obanai is the type of yandere who will observe you from afar, he does not take action
However, in this scenario, let's say he does
He isn't as needy as Sanemi, thankfully, but he does like your attention
He is really insecure about his face, and hasn't even let you see it, but he lets you change him and take care of his wounds and stuff
He's not one for physical affection, he's more of a gift-giver and words-of-affirmation person
You can't count how many times he's given you small gifts
If Obanai is resting in the Butterfly Mansion, he'll give you Kabumaru and says something along the "So he can watch over you" when in reality it's Kabuamaru can scare off trashy patients
Kabuamaru has bitten a guy who got too comfortable with you
Obanai stands firm in his belief that his snake did the right thing
He hates females, as you know (But if you are female or identify as female you are the exception, but for now, you are gender-neutral)
He can only stand you and Shinobu taking care of him because he gets sick at anyone else
Obanai is ranked as the second hardest pillar to talk to, so whenever he's around you, not many get close
"Kabuamaru! You can't bite my patients!"
He chuckled for the rest of the day when his snake bit a 'trashy male' as he called it
You, however, did not find it funny
"Obanai, that wasn't funny, he could've gotten seriously hurt."
"I'm just protecting you, and he deserved it for committing the crime of daring to piss me off, and trying to flirt with you. That trash is lucky that's all I did."
"You are so lucky I love you."
He only hummed in response, but Kabu slid onto your shoulder, and rubbed his head against your cheek, showing its affection.
You knew what that meant
"Love you too, Oba."
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Prisoner König x Nurse Reader
Soooo, I made a fanfiction where Monster!König is a prisoner, while the reader is a nurse at a maximum security prison. I'm so excited to share it with everyone, but also kinda anxious because I never really had someone read my works, let alone post a fanfiction I made (っ ̩̆╭╮ ̩̆)っ Anyway, here it is! Hope my writing will find a place in your heart somehow!
The Confinement,
To you, the nurse who loves overstepping her boundaries, be careful and take this warning seriously, or else, the monster that lives under a man’s skin might devour you whole.
Nurse Reader x Prisoner König, hate to love trope.
!! Warning, this story contains: Dub-con/Non-con, Gore descriptions, Death, Poisoning, Manipulation, Obsession, Suicide, Possessive and Controlling tendencies, and Immorality. Heavily NSFW, minors DO NOT interact. Do inform me if I missed any.
!! Proceed at your own discretion
Disclaimer: I only have basic knowledge about prison, and what prison nurses are assigned to do inside its secured walls. The same thing goes for prisoners. Consider this a fictional work based in an alternative universe, only with the same countries, and stuff but with monsters + altered laws and rights to fit the story. So take this as it is, or shoo away. You can give me a few tips so I can take note of them, but please, be kind (｡ •́‿•̀｡ ) This is my first fan fiction, and story so yeah, expect a lot of errors + English isn’t my native language + I don’t speak German and only used a translator for this, so sorry in advance for the migraines my writing could cause you.
Chapter 01: The monster that lives under a killer’s skin.
Word Count: 3.9k
∆. 12:04:55PM of November 24, m. hallway of the prison.
You're a nurse at a maximum-security prison. Providing care for both the staff and prisoners, a right everyone equally has so even if you don't like the idea of aiding murderers, and people of such backgrounds, due to some reason, this is the only job opportunity you can take as of the moment.
Today's actually your first day, so naturally, you're shown around the workplace you now have to get yourself accustomed to.
"Most importantly, don't trust anyone other than the staff. These men are filthy, better not get your hands dirty, know what I mean?" Sir Wagner stated, the disgust in his tone is evident and it's enough to let you know how much he despises the criminals behind the bars of his prison.
Even though you would like to agree with the statement of the prison's head, you can't find it in you to despise the people in the prison as much as he does. You're a little too soft sometimes, and also of contradicting nature that makes you automatically take the opposite side of any argument even when it gains you nothing.
Sensing you won't reply— honestly, he doesn't really care if you'll reply or what, since he just wants to get this over with— the warden decided to conclude that conversation there.
"Do you have any questions?" He asked, a plain tone now as he speak, putting his hands deep inside his pocket.
"None, thank you for showing me around."
You replied in an equally plain tone, also wanting to get over it already like he does. He didn't take it personally, his years as the warden made him professional and collected most of the times. Plus, he understood your unenthusiastic nature at your new job, no one after all would be that happy to work in a prison where they keep high profile criminals.
"Well, that's great then. I'll have Benedikt here assist you while you get accustomed with your new work. Ask him when you need help, and if you have any questions." With a brief glance over to the man on his right, sir Wagner introduced the other guy that unnoticeably joined your group of two along the way.
Benedikt nodded at you when you looked at him, he's got an awkward smile forced on his face as he stretch his arms towards you for a handshake.
"Benedikt MacTavish, nice to meet you," He introduced himself, his hand hanging in the air as he wait for you to reach it.
MacTavish? Doesn’t sound like a local name. You’re glad for that, at least you’re not the only foreigner on your new workplace.
"I'm—"
"Yeah, I remember. Your surname's familiar though, Price, yeah? Are you perhaps related to a military captain?" He casually cuts off your introduction, seemingly eager to know something like he can't hold the question another second longer.
A little taken aback with how he outright talked over you, you were silent for a minute to process that fact and also his question.
"Ah, yes, right," you replied when things finally start sinking in your brain, "Well, he's actually my uncle. How come you know of him?"
Honestly, he's not related to you by blood. He's just your adoptive father's cousin, which makes him your foster uncle if that word even exists. But he doesn't need to know that much about you, what would he even do with the information if you told him?
"Ah, well, my cousin's actually the man's friend. John MacTavish? Soap? Does that ring any bells?"
"Oh, Johnny, yeah, I know the man. What a small world we live in," you smiled after hearing a familiar name, finding the coincidence a bit funny.
Finally, you took Benedikt's hand to shake it, forgetting for a moment that it's still waiting for your hand.
"Nice to meet you, Soap's cousin."
"Nice to meet you, Price's niece," he returned the introduction in the same humor, a genuine smile now plastered over his lips.
"I'll leave you two to it." Sir Wagner interfered and just left you two without another word, which is honestly weird but expected of a man his type.
"Phew, glad I found something common with you, or else it'll be hard to find an ice breaker activity," Benedikt sighed in relief after sir Wagner's finally gone from the scene, "Have you already went to the dorms? Found your room, and all?"
With a shake of your head to answer his question, you wordlessly replied no and looked at him, seeing what he'll say or do.
"Ah, alright, I can show you where it is, then we can start our rounds after. Is that alright with you?"
"Sure, thanks," You answered, your tone is a bit lively now compared to with sir Wagner earlier, since you're like a chameleon who adapts to whichever environment it's in.
You're blue when they're blue, pink when they're pink, red when they're red, and so on and so forth. A firm believer of do unto others what they've done to you. Karma? You rarely put your faith in that, you mostly take things to your hands and be the human version of the word revenge. It's not really cool, in fact, you kind of live harder because of it, but no way your ego would let go of your way of living.
Benedikt started walking, looking at his back every now and then to check if you're still following him as he quietly traversed the halls that should eventually lead to the dorms.
In the middle of your journey, you passed the center of the prison that connects all wings of the building, which means, each transported prisoner would also pass the center before getting to their assigned cell.
The tension in the central building was thick, the air is almost suffocating that it made you freeze on your spot as you try to find the cause of such unnatural atmosphere.
When your eyes landed on the now closing heavy door of the building, your gaze immediately fell to the tallest man in the middle of armed men.
He instantly caught your attention with his tall height, sticking like a sore thumb from the whole crowd.
"Benedikt, you know anything about that man?" You asked in a low voice, curious to find out who he could be, not even tearing your eyes away from the behemoth of a man.
"Ah, shit, today's his transfer, I totally forgot…" He muttered under his breath with a curse, "König, an ex-military guy. Would you believe that today's only his 8th day in prison? Like all prison days combined. He won't behave in any cell he's put in, forcing him to be transferred on new places every other day with how many crimes he commit on each one."
"What??" You uttered in disbelief, taken by a total surprise with the information.
"Yeah, I'm being totally honest right now. It's not normal that a criminal would be transferred from a normal prison to the maximum security because of misbehaving, but guess what? He's committed murder after murder in each base. That's what made him worthy of maximum security prison."
You can just try to press your lips in a thin line, an attempt to hide your disgust. Murderer… The vilest things to exist in this world. How can he live knowing the fact that he's ended a person's life? Oh, how much you loathe them.
You kept a scornful gaze towards his way, throwing daggers as if your stare alone could kill the guy. And of course, it's impossible that he wouldn't feel it, eventually staring back at you.
König, as Benedikt referred him, looked back at you straight in the eyes. Even though there were no holes in the sack that's put on over his face right now, you're certain that he turned his head just to identify who could be burning a hole on his head right now.
You feel like throwing up. Just the thought of breathing the same air as that of a murderer was enough to make you feel nauseous.
"Benedikt, let's go. Bring me to the dorms already." You said, almost pleading as the desperation to get out of his presence faintly showed.
∆. 06:39:07PM of the same day, nurses' office.
"So how was your first round?" Benedikt asked, giving you the canned sparkling water he opened just now.
"Horrible," you replied, taking the canned drink from his hand and downing it quickly.
The drink slid down your throat just like any other liquid, but it's a little painful because of the fact that it's carbonated. You just downed your drink, the bubbles popping on your throat and making you feel like it's burning your insides for a second.
Benedikt gave you a concerned look, but quickly masked it with a soft laugh, "Well, I cannot blame you… Working with criminals isn't exactly the most honorable thing out there. Plus we're understaffed, which makes the workload for each of us actually horrible."
"Yeah, right, that too," you grimaced, feeling more exhausted than how you usually do back when you were just working at the hospital, "I'm sorry Benedikt, my condolences goes to you. You're the most packed nurse here."
He chuckled, "Well, if you're sorry, take some of my patients?" He joked, which earned a laugh out of you.
Before you could even reply, there's suddenly a loud bang in the room and it wasn't a gun, it was the room's door being haphazardly thrown open by a panicking nurse who's also out of breath.
Jane, one of the nurse you've met today.
"Someone! Help! Vanessa! She's– she's wounded! Her eyes! Oh my, heavens, her eyes! We have to sedate König, where's the syringe?!" She started rummaging the room for a syringe and a drug that's supposed to put a person to a deep sleep.
Alerted, Benedikt and you stood up and helped her search for something. When Benedikt got his hand on the drug, he approached Jane and held her shoulders, trying to calm her down.
"Jane, calm down, I got it, but first, I need you to take a deep breath. You can't work with panicked nerves." He tried calling in some sense to her, but she won't calm down.
She started screaming, and started getting hysterical.
Jane, and Vanessa, you're pretty sure they got a thing with each other, maybe this is why she's acting inconsolable?
"Give me the syringe and the drug, I'll respond instead," You presented, preferred to sedate a monster rather than calming a stranger down.
Benedikt's got a better knowledge than you do, it’s better you leave them be than be left to console her with words you probably wouldn't mean. At least that's what you thought.
Benedikt pondered for a moment whether you're fit or not to handle the situation, but in the end, he decided to trust you, giving you the things after all, and also telling the number cell of König.
Rushing to the scene, with an emergency kit you grabbed in the office, you wasted no time and ran as fast as you could.
1245. Cell 1245, prisoner 190228. Must hurry up to cell 1245 before it's too late.
Eventually, you reached your destination, and unfortunately for your guts, you were met with a gore scene. There's an emptied syringe poked into one of Vanessa's eyeballs, one of her hands wrapped around the object in fear as she trembles, and cries.
There's also a whole puddle of blood under her, a lot on her white uniform, and mouth. Now that you observe her, she's also shedding tears of blood, her lips tainted red as blood continues to flow out of it.
What the fuck. This scene is fucking horrendous. What happened?
The guards are gathered around König, watchful of his steps, expectant and quite tense as they wait for him to make a move— ready to stop him from causing even more havoc. While he's not moving, König is watching Vanessa bleed on the floor with cold eyes which is honestly more frightening than him causing a scene.
He's fortunately not punching one guard after the other, so you doubt there was a need for sedating him.
Surveying the situation, you decided to change your plans of prioritizing the sedation of König, to aiding Vanessa first.
Without an inch of hesitation, you knelt in front of Vanessa, some blood soaking the edge of your white skirt. You placed the emergency kit beside you, opening it with haste until everything in the kit is visible.
"It's no use!" Vanessa cried, "The poison has–" she then frantically screamed, fumbling a few of her words as she started gagging from her own blood.
Before you could even touch her, she dropped dead on the floor. A sight that will be the reason of your nightmares for days, or weeks.
You were shaken down your core, blood suddenly cold, and heart beating extremely fast out of shock. You feel your body freeze, hands that were supposed to hold her now are hanging mid-air.
"I just saved her years in prison for murder," You heard a man's voice from behind you speak in a thick, and unexpectedly boyish accent.
You can't stop your brows from furrowing, and eyes show contempt at the mere sound of his voice, let alone his words.
"You are disgusting, a vile creature, don't you dare open that filthy mouth of yours." Unable to restrain yourself, you spit each word with venom as you slowly turn around to look at him furiously, "You are the murderer here. Don't confuse it now."
He does not speak. His eyes only staring at you through those 2 small holes on his makeshift mask.
Holding his equally piercing gaze, you stood your ground, rationality has left your body. You're acting on impulse, on your emotions, something a professional shouldn't do in this type of situation but damn, your ego is just some other kind of level. It will definitely put you on your place someday, but you thought that you should just worry about it when that time comes.
"Pathetic human. Too dumb to even think." He finally broke the silence, irritation in his voice.
Before you could even reply, he had already turned his back on you, walking back to his cell on his on will. The guards locked him up quickly after checking on him one last time.
The maximum security prison is totally different from a normal one. It's worse. Because everyone is sworn to confidentiality, no word really gets out on what's happening behind its high walls.
Prisoners in this place are like expendable pawns. The government uses them however they wish, and unsurprisingly, companies too. They have illegal control over some of the prisoners, depending on how much they paid the government for it.
Someone wants König dead, and you're not even surprised that he was already tried to be disposed of first day in. It could be a private company he used to work for, or maybe enemy, it could also be done for personal reasons. Signing up for a job here means you should expect those types of things, that's why you made sure to be adequately prepared over events like this happening during your shift.
If he was a normal person, you would've felt bad for the prejudice you have over him, but he's a convicted murderer– a serial killer at this point, so you believe that he doesn't deserve the benefit of doubt.
"A killer won't get my sympathy. That will be the last thing I'll ever do in this earth," You've uttered, anger never leaving your eyes as you sat still in your place.
∆ . 11:59:31PM of that day, staff dormitory.
With a gasp, you wake up from a shallow sleep, catching your breath as you try to recover from the nightmare you just had.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cursed repeatedly, frustration and distraught are clearly heard in your voice.
Fortunately, you're the only one in your room, not a shared dorm or anything, or else your hypothetical roommate would've pegged you for a madman.
Why would it be about that now of all days? You said at the back of your mind, frustrated over the dream you just had.
Desperately, you tried to swallow that thought, along with the nightmare. Fortunately, before the memory gets too vivid, the alarm on your wristwatch goes off which pulled you out of the world you’re sucked in.
It's the alarm you set the first time you got it, 12:00AM. Midnight on the dot.
You sat down, trying to calm yourself.
Ah, right, your next shift is at 12:45AM which is just 45 minutes from now. With Vanessa gone, and Jane temporarily dismissed to rest, you had to take the extra shift and give up a few hours of your precious sleep.
That reminds you, have you checked up on König as you were supposed to? Even if you hate him, you still have to do your job.
Shit, now you got to fill his report before anyone even notice or ask for it.
Reluctantly, you got out of your bed and prepared to check in early for your shift, planning to stealthily take the prisoner's record to fill it up, hopefully while no one's around to harshly criticize your tardiness on your first day.
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You made it to 1245 cell without any road bumps, luckily. Now all that's left is actually checking up on König which you can just frown about. Before sticking the key in the hole, you took a deep breath and tried to at least look neutral—your working face.
Counting from 1 to 5 quietly at the back of your mind, you collected yourself at 3, steeled yourself at 4, and finally, pushed the iron door open at 5 without giving yourself enough time to hesitate and get cold feet.
This prison gives each prisoner a spacious place to live in almost comfort, with only one person per room. At least that's how they do it in this part of Austria. There are quite a lot of cells after all, so they're not shy on using all of them.
"I'm your nurse, I will be checking up on you so please, sit down." You said with a firm tone, putting the bag on the bedside table where all of the essentials for vital checking should be packed.
Each nurse on duty is required to use the same bag, for both safety, and precaution.
"Ärgerlich schädling," he muttered under his unusual breathy voice which set an alarm in you.
Now that you look at it, the back of his shirt is wet, and he's panting a little. Did you really mess up big time on your first day? Shit, now you have to fix this somehow.
"Prisoner 190228," you read the number assigned to him, printed on the sheet of paper you're holding one-handedly, "I said sit down. I can't check on you properly if you're positioned that way."
It was pathetic really. Your nerves are getting the best of you, and it's hinted on your voice.
“Will nicht,” he grumbled, unmoving and unbothered.
You never really stayed in Austria that long in the past. Only a year or two to finish the last 2 years of your nursing school but your university didn’t require you to speak German so you didn’t bother getting that deep into learning the language. You’re an entry-level speaker at best, but since it’s been years already, you’ve lost that ability and can only guess what he’s saying.
“You will, now hurry up and sit down so we can get this over with.”
“Ich sagte nein, verliere dich.”
“Yes, you will. And please, I would really appreciate it if you speak in English.”
You heard his tongue clicked at that, “Warum sollten sie überhaupt eine Ausländerin einstellen? Ich bin es verdammt leid, diese verdammte sprache zu sprechen!” He groaned, almost sounding like a teenager throwing a tantrum at his bed.
He sat down on his bed after that outburst, you don’t even need to peek under that mask of his to know he’s frowning in annoyance, his eyes alone says it all.
“Awfully late to check up on me now, yeah?” He asked, begrudgingly you think, but you decided not to give attention to it.
“Did the syringe grazed you? Was it injected on you? Or did it find other ways to get into your veins?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“It did not.”
“Are you certain?”
“I am fine, so get lost.” He snapped again, his voice starting to sound like his catching his breath again.
You thought he was grinding his teeth the whole conversation, and now it made sense. He’s holding something back, and it’s probably the pain from the poison, his tone only adds up as an evidence to that.
“You are not. You’re breathless, sweating, and,” your eyes looked all over him, trying to observe his posture, to find proofs to support your claim, “…You’re sweating buckets, and shaking.”
You bit your lips, an attempt to maintain your composure as you try to find a solution.
“I need to see your face, take that mask off,” without a warning, you reached for the edge of his mask— something that you later regretted doing so.
In an instant, he has put you under him, his gloved, big hand is wrapped around your neck while the other one is gripping your wrist that was once the closest to his mask earlier.
He’s fuming in anger, the heat coming off him is immense as if he’s a steam machine. Bodies wouldn’t act normally like this against poison, not this much heat while keeping a great vigor. His body feels so different… something you’ve never seen before.
“Touch my mask once more,” He seethed through gritted teeth, anger evident in his unblinking eyes, “Then I will have to devour you.” He threatened, his hot breath and heavy body touching your skin, “Stubborn maus. Get your ass out of here before it’s too late. I won’t take responsibility for your insanity.”
This marks the end of this chapter.
[A/N: Thank you for reading this far! I'm open to gentle criticisms because my heart can't handle harsh words hsdahfw. I'll try my best to take them positively though! Notice that there are timestamps (like ∆ . and — & with the former being a longer time skip, and the latter a matter of a few minutes difference from the latest indicated time), and locations during an event. I placed them there so there would be less confusion regarding the timeline and when a particular event happened:) I added translations in the last part to keep it realistic too. Like, you're meant to not understand him much whenever he speaks German so yeah. Still, if you're curious what they translate to, the translations will be just down this note. That's all, thank you again! (´｡ • ᵕ •｡ `) ♡]
CHAPTER 01 TRANSLATIONS:
[1]: Ärgerlich schädling, Annoying pest
[2]: Will nicht, [I] don’t want
[3]: Ich sagte nein, verliere dich, I said no, get lost
[4]: Warum sollten sie überhaupt eine Ausländerin einstellen? Ich bin es verdammt leid, diese verdammte sprache zu sprechen, Why should they hire a fucking foreigner at all? I’m fucking tired of speaking that damn language
[5]: Maus, Mouse
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How about some yandere platonic mother Miriam from pokemon Scarlet/Violet, preferably with a son reader? If you haven't played gen 9 yet, then instead of Miriam it can be Nurse Joy :3
Imagine
Yan!Mum!Nurse Joy with a son
Plot Summery: Some platonic yandere headcanons for Nurse Joy with her son
This Contains: Drug-related themes. Yandere themes. Unhealthy mindset. Maternal dependency.
Note(s): wasn't sure if you wanted multiple ot just one, so I did one. Hope you like!
Nurse Joy is a generally kind and caring person, but this is especially true for her son. She absolutely loves you and is more then eager to pass on the family traditions of nursing and medicines to you!
She'll be a smothering mother, especially if you're eager to become a pokemon nurse. Seeing how much you learn from her and adopt similar mannerisms to her, have her heart soaring high. And she can't help but to give you a good hug and be so, so proud of her little boy! No doubt you'll also get your own healing-related pokemon too (likely a Blissy/Chancy you raised from an egg)
You're the apple of not only her eye, but all your other relatives as well. Your aunties, cousins, and nieces are all one big smothering and doting family; they always fret and dote on you, always making sure you're healthy and happy and always smothering you in presents and more. They can extremely overwhelming, and don't expect your mother to step in. No, she's joining in.
Wanting to become a pokemon trainer and/or traveling pokemon nurse will be very difficult to do with Yan!mom Joy down your neck. She's a huge worrywart, and is quick to remind you of the many dangers and threats that exist out there -- not just of pokemon, but of people too! She's not above guilt-tripping either; she'll remind you that she needs your help, here, at the pokemon center. She says she'll be extremely lonely without you, and how stressed being a nurse can be.
If she's really, really pushed, I could see her drugging you just to make sure you don't try and leave. Maybe even lock you up. It wouldn't last for too long, but she won't feel guilty for it. She's on the delusional spectrum somewhere, and genuinely believes that what she does is for your own benefit.
But if you do manage to her to let you go, then be prepared for the amount of guilt she's going to cause. On the day you're to leave, she's going to be holding you close, telling you to always call her and that if anything happens, you can always come home. She's doing everything she can to hold herself together as you leave. When you're gone, she does nothing but sob her eyes out. Yes, Nurse Joy is emotionally dependent on her baby, and she's a wreck for quite awhile.
Constant calls, regular updates. And for sure she's going to use her familial connections to all the other Joys throughout the region to keep tabs on you. It'll feel like she's always there, always lingering.
Overall, Nurse Joy is a an intense but loving mother, who wants only the best for you... even if it means she can't be with you all the time. But know that she will always miss you if you so leave her, always waiting for you to return to her.
Please.. please come back home soon.
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Is it ok for you to write platonic yandere with nurse bendy (she will always have a special place in my heart<3)
(MORAL OREL) YANDERE PLATONIC! NURSE BENDY x READER: HEADCANNONS
• Nurse Bendy, Probably one of the better ones in Moralton. Though I suppose that doesn’t mean much.
• Protective, Little bit Obsessive, Delusional and Loving.
• Protective in the way she just wants to shield you from the horrors of the world, The horrors she had to go through. She doesn't ever want that to happen to you, Even the thought makes her anxious.
• A little obsessive in the way how she just loves you like the child she never had (Or have met yet)
• Loving in the way she just adores showering you in affection, She likes giving you hugs or kisses on the forehead. She likes holding your hand as she walks you to school, Carefully making sure you don't trip over any rocks or stumble over any little dip in the ground.
• Delusional? We’ll get onto that later.
• There’s really only one way I see this going while platonic and that is a Maternal relationship with her.
• She sees herself as your mother, And this is where we get onto the delusional part.
• If she didn’t give birth to you it doesn't really matter, She completely believes you are her child no matter what evidence you give. She's also delusional in the way she believes you’re always going to be her child, No matter how old you get you just aren’t ready to leave the nest yet according to her.
• She’s extremely doting towards you, She always checks up on your health and brings you little snacks throughout the day.
• If you weren't her biological child then there’s a few ways I can see this going
• One: You could be a kid at the school who goes in for a Check-up, Bendy gets attached. Two: You’re a little bit older (Teenage years) and get a part time job at the hospital and again, She gets attached.
• We’ll go with option 2
• So when you come into the reception and talk to her so politely with full respect she takes a great liking to you as she directs you to your destination.
• Over the next few days the cycle continues, And her care for you just grows more and more.
• She begins to fret about your health. She asks if you’ve been eating well, If you dare say you’ve forgotten your lunch she’ll be coming in with a homemade packed lunch the next day. She often checks up on you to make sure you're alright, She cares you know
• Eventually her pretend bear family back home gets neglected. She doesn't need them anymore, You're here now. You settle the familial craving inside her.
• Soon enough she starts seeing herself as your mother, Then enough she believes it. Memories suddenly form inside her head: The day you were born, your first steps, The time you fell off your bike and she took you out to get ice-cream. All the way up to how she helped you get the job at the hospital she worked at.
• Of course, All these memories are completely fake and never happened. But Bendy doesn't know, Or at least pushes the thought out her mind.
• If any love interests or other parental figures arise then Bendy wont kill them. Not Outright.
• Bendy may be delusional. But that does not by any means make her stupid.
• She’s an opportunistic killer, She wont seek them out to kill them specifically (Despite how much she may have wanted to) But will wait until they might catch a bug or a cold. And maybe then she would switch out their cough medicine for cyanide and just let tragedy strike her sword.
• Bendy would also find a way to rid of your parents and other family members if they're around, Either by opportunity or a little manipulation it doesn't matter.
• She views your family as a threat to your safety and just cannot handle that. Besides, why are you staying with them when your dear mother is right here?
• If your parents and family do get out of the picture she will be there to pick you up and sign the adoption papers, Which after how long you’d known her and saw her as a mentor you took no issue to.
• The domestic life of Bendy as your mother is extremely sweet.
• She makes your lunches and helps you out with your homework once you finally move into her newly renovated apartment.
• She buys you little snacks and often comes along to make sure you're okay.
• If you ever do meet joe, Bendy fully expects you two to become quick siblings
• However, The con is her Protective tendencies are now at max.
• She doesn't let you go out with friends often, and on the off chance that she does every thirty minutes she sends a text to ask if you're okay. If you don't answer within ten minutes of the text she will file a missing child report.
• She wants to keep your innocence and wants to completely avoid any conversation about adult topics.
• If you ever do find out about what she may have done to your family you would be completely unable to do anything about it, There is no evidence, Bendy made sure to destroy it, If it ever existed in the first place that is.
• You can run and leave home, She wont stop you. But it won't stop the constant figure in the corner of your eye from appearing. It won't stop the random care packages appearing on your front door, Nor will it stop the little letters appearing on your dining room table describing how much your mother misses you and how bad the real world is, Begging for you to come home.
• Overall, A caring parent yet extremely paranoid
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May I request hcs for a yandere nurse? (preferably a little on the sadistic side)
ofc!! i dont know if you wanted a male or female nurse, so i'll keep it gender neutral!
yan! nurse headcannons
yan! nurse who falls in love with you the minute they see you on your hospital bed.
yan! nurse who is ecstatic when they are assigned to take care of you, since your injuries will keep you hospitalized for a few days.
yan! nurse who gets more obsessed with you as the days go by, giving you extra care and making sure you eat all your meals.
yan! nurse who always spends their breaks with you! they want to spend as much time with you as possible. they make sure to bring you candies, chips, and whatever that may interest you.
yan! nurse who teases you whenever they get the chance, while still taking amazing care of you.
yan! nurse who panics as the day you get discharged comes closer and closer.
yan! nurse who puts phenol, a non-lethal poison, in your food the day before you get discharged so you stay with them longer! they don't want you to leave them, and you don't either.. right?
"hm? your skin is irritated? oh my. looks like you'll have to stay a bit longer!"
#yandere nurse#yandere headcanons#gender neutral reader#gender neutral yandere#yandere#tw poison#anon#yandere x reader#yandere oc#soft yandere#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yanderes#nurse
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Could I request something for romantic yandere DBD Nurse please? I can't decide if I'd rather have an alphabet or a concept so you can pick which one you'd prefer to write.
Sure! Was originally going to do a concept, but an Alphabet may be easier? Also, focusing on her base lore, not Tome lore.
Yandere Alphabet - The Nurse/Sally Smithson
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence, Death/Murder, Poor mental state, Delusional behavior, Mentioned kidnapping, Stalking, Fear of loss implied, Clingy behavior, Choking/Suffocation, Trauma, Forced relationship.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Sally is quite the tragic character. In her base lore she went on a massacre in the asylum she worked at for two decades due to her failing mental health. She's gone insane... but maybe there's some humanity in her somewhere.
Sally would probably be one to slowly trail her darling at first. She doesn't want to scare you off. She may even see you as another person to treat.
Her obsession may start mild but grow intense. She's loved someone before, her husband, before he died. Now she's alone... but not for long.
When she gets her cold hands on you... she may never let go.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Messy, but not without reason. Similar to Amanda/The Pig, she feels the survivors around you could corrupt you. So it appears she'll need to purify them before they get near you... with her frigid fingers around their necks.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
She would not mock you, if anything she wants to try and "help" you. She took you into her care because she thinks she loves you. Under her care... she'll treat you.
She tries to be as accommodating as she can with her darling. She treats you as a nurse would despite her lack of words. Every once in awhile her actions dip into overly affectionate territory.
Internally she admits it's... unprofessional. Yet Sally just loves you. She promises in a croaking tone that she'll take good care of you.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
In her eyes she isn't doing anything "against your will".
You? Well, that's up to you. The answer is most likely yes due to how delusional Sally is by this point.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
A lot. She is incredibly vulnerable around you as you are her second love. She lost her last one... so she is scared of losing you.
As a result her feelings make her linger and cling around you.
She's a ghost who haunts you in trials, even if she means you no harm.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Genuinely saddened. As a result she would try to limit your fighting in the only way she knows how. Limiting your air.
She stops when you stop fighting, apologizing by placing her hand on your cheek and rubbing softly. You're terrified... but she just sees this as restraining a combatitive patient.
Not a game to her, she hates the idea of you escaping... or dying.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
Honestly I want to say dying/seeing other survivors dying to her the first time in a trial.
Yet the fact she has this eerie attachment to you as a whole is pretty bad.
You're always the last one left... always waiting for her to confront you... but who knows, you may have seen worse due to these trials.
Sally isn't sure. She sort of wants to recreate what she had with Andrew, yet at the same time she wants to treat you like a patient. She's rather torn between the options.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Partially she does, yes. She'd most likely try to cope, but may lash out if she feels the attachment between you is threatened.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Eerily nice. She seems like she's trying to be comforting. Her touches are freezing, like she's been in the winter cold for too long. Yet the patterns she traces on your skin appear to be comforting.
Things like circles on your back... holding your cheeks... it's like she means to be caring to just you.
It's like she's trying to replicate her old life, her old partner... just to satisfy her delusions.
She actually... isn't all that bad when you comply.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Slowly, trial by trial, until things click. She's constantly jumping between two delusions. She can't tell if she sees you as a romantic partner or a patient.
As a result her actions are rather mixed.
It will take time before she solidifies her feelings... by then you may have gotten used to her.
But nothing could've prepared you for her brewing obsession towards you.
Compared to other survivors? Yes.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
As said by letter F, she'll try to stop your disobedience in the way she's, scarily enough, used to in her lore.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
You never had many in the trials anyways, but she tries not to take any.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Quite patient.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
By this point it would be her second heartbreak, she probably would not recover.
Yet that'll never happen in these trials.
No and No.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Most likely her past trauma.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Saddened and sympathetic, she'd immediately try to comfort you.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
She's easier to control (?)
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Appeal to her delusions, you'll get hatch/gate every time.
Unless she decides to keep you longer....
At the start, yes.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
She'd go to great lengths, unsure about worship though.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Not very long, pretty sure she already snapped.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
If other trials didn't break you I'm surprised. Soon hers actually become comforting when you give into the madness.
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A wise common idea that I know is that psychos with Mommy issues are into lactation kink and breast milk
So imagine Yandere Sephiroth sucking his pregnant wife's full of milk breasts so he can taste how wonderful it is even though his Darling is trying to push him off cuz he's eating the food for their unborn triplets
But another question is that would normal Sephiroth does this too?
-🌹
Oh, yes and yes.
Content Warnings: NSFW, Milk/Nursing Kink
༻❁༺Yandere Sephiroth's conquest...
to rule the cosmos is fueled by his darling's sweet, creamy breast milk.. He gets irritable if he is kept away from his darling's milk, be her pushing him away or pesky humans delaying him from getting his daily supplement. His darling would sometimes ask him to be more gentle as his soft, pouty lips eagerly suckled her teats. And he will keep his darling pregnant often, as it best satisfies his cravings. Her need for him, especially during her pregnancies, brings him a sense of fulfillment. Just like Jenova, he will make sure she is a devoted parent with a motherly touch.
I am now imaging your prompt as one of the reasons why he chases his darling down in the domestic Yandere AU XD
༻❁༺ Normal/Fluffy Sephiroth loves it too.
Like his yandere counterpart, it's great to finally experience something that he missed out on. It's been one of his secret kinks ever since he read maternity books to better support his darling. It wasn't until she initiated the milking and nursing that he actively indulged in it...
He makes a conscious effort to stay in control of himself while enduring his darling's first pregnancy when it comes to physical intimacy. He is fearful of straining her body beyond its limits. He's honestly afraid of a lot of things with and about his pregnant darling as this new stage in both of their lives will test them and their relationship.
Through around her second pregnancy, he is much more confident in himself and his ability to care for his pregnant darling and newfound family. He definitely steals bottles of his darling's milk whenever she isn't available to fulfill his milk cravings to cope.
#yandere sephiroth x reader#yandere sephiroth#yandere final fantasy#ff7 sephiroth#sephiroth x reader#tw: milk kink#tw: nursing#final fantasy 7 x reader#final fantasy 7
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Bob x nurse reader
part 2
A dose of passion
[warning: strong language, mentioning of syringes, slight threatening, ¿suggestive?]
/not proof read/
Enjoy! <3
You woke up to the morning rooster singing its ear-bleeding song. Getting up in annoyance while grabbing a sock that was sitting at the edge of your nightstand and heading towards the window
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You yelled, throwing the balled up sock at the bird that disturbed your slumber. You knew what was awaiting for you at work. You knew today was gonna be another day in hell with that tramp, bob.
You got ready anyways. Pinching the bridge of your nose when you where in the front of the hospital. Taking a breath in.
Preparing yourself for what was awaiting for you behind the glass door.
Day 2 • 10:00
You entered, swinging your arms as you walked.
Once you were clocked in, you headed to your patients room.
‘Just a few more weeks, and then this bug is out of my hair’
A slight smile emerges on your face at the thought.
You opened the door to find bob standing at the entrance. His eyes wide as can be and he had his iconic smile on his face.
“WHAT THE HELL!?”
You scream in pure shock, grabbing your other fellow workers attention. Guess he missed you.
“Docs! Yer back” he says, his face full of enlightenment. He was glad to have his favorite toy back with him.
You huffed in annoyance, you hated when he called you that. But not as much as you hated him.
“Go sit back down.” You say in a growl. Surprisingly he committed on doing what he was told.
“A please woulda been nice.” He pouted, giving a frown.
“Yeah yeah.” You groaned in irritation.
“Did you get breakfast yet?” You quizzed the large man, which was slouching in bed, flipping through channels with a singular remote sitting in his hand.
“Nope.” He says, his attention still on the tv above him.
“Dam it.” You huffed, you had to deal with a straight up cannibalistic serial killer, all your workers could to help was feed him. You’re completely fed up.
You’re expected to deal with problems by yourself, without a helping hand. When can you have a break?. .
You return to the room, with a tray of Luke-warm ‘food’ resting in your hands. How can patients eat this stuff? It’s like prison food!
You enter, setting the tray of food down on bob lap.
He cringes in disgust once again at the slop that was infront of him. At least give him salt.
When he was eating, something spotted your eye. A deep cut rested on his arm. You interrupted his gagging by softly grabbing at his arm.
Now all of his attention was on you.
“Did I miss a cut? My bad, lemme fix it for you real quick.” You say while grabbing a needle and a piece of thread. first you disinfected it, then proceeded to work your *magic*.
Bob stared down at you as you began to work. Wincing a bit at the needle thriving into his skin, but needless to say he was more focused on you.
He knew you didn’t care for him. You were just doing your job. Oh, but the thought of you being all his made him swoon. Just maybe one day, not now but one day. .
he’ll have you all to himself.
“Done!” You declared, interrupting his thoughts.
“Thank ya docs.” He said in a soft gravely voice, while giving you a tender smile. His faced bathed in red.
You took notice.
“Is it hot in here or something? I can turn down the temperature.” You stated, to be honest a bit worried of how red he was.
“Nah, I’m fine.” He says softly, as he gazes at your beautiful being. He took back his hand to put the tray aside. The food was utterly horrible. He couldn’t even finish it.
“Well I gotta check on some other patients. I’ll be right back, don’t cause any trouble.” You squinted your eyes, while pointing one hand at him, then disappearing from his sight.
His smile slowly fading, for now he is alone in a isolated room. He gets out of bed and makes his way to the door. Even though you haven’t even been gone for a minute, he is waiting at the door, his meaner akin to a dog waiting for its beloved owner.
Little do you know, he yearns for you. The very first day he laid his eyes onto you, he craves for nothing more but you.
You made a spark ignite within him.
And you may not know it yet, but you like him too. You’ll have to.
After minute of waiting he finally heard that soft jingle of the door knob being mingled with. A smile brought back to his face. You opened the door to be greeted in surprise once again by bob. You jolted up, but didn’t scream this time.
“Quit doing that. You’re gonna give me a heart attack!” You hissed in annoyance, only to make him laugh.
~Small time skip~
You sat in a rusty chair near him, listing down stuff on a piece of paper while bob hovered over your shoulder.
“Dude, some room please?” Your waved your hand at him, prompting him to ‘shoo’ away.
“Only because ya said ‘please’ this time.” Bob slouched, he raised one arm to rest his head under, while a remote rested in his other hand.
“I swear to god, your annoying. .” You gave a slight growl. You didn’t have to be ‘polite’ to him.
“Come on, ya have to like me a lil bit.” He purred, his tone was low and soft.
His smile on his face soon was wiped off clean. .
“Oh please, I don’t like you. If anything I hate you, you’ve been nothing but a prick in the ass.” You seethed.
This made his cringe his nose. He furrowed his brows at you, a bit appalled by the words coming out of your mouth.
“You might want to be carful to who your talkin’ to. .” He growls narrowing his eyes at you.
“Pfff, I ain’t scared of you!” You tittered with pride, only for him to emerge of the sheets of the bed. You flinched at the act.
When he made his way towards you,you ran out of spite, with him following behind. You threw yourself onto the door, only for him to close it shut close again and throw you the other way, knocking you into a shelf. Syringes fell from one of the shelves, catching your attention. You grab one in swiftness, then throwing yourself on bob.
He grabbed the arm that held the shot with a intense grip and pulls your arm near his chest. His claws digging into your wrist, making sure you weren’t able to try and stab that dastardly needle into him.
“LET ME GO YOU SICKO!”
You yell, attempting to yank your hands back.
His eye bored into yours, with a sadistic yet passionate gaze.
“Docs. .” He started his breathing uneven ever-so-slightly.
“Whether or not you try hiding it, I just want you to know. .” By now he is towering over you, his massive structure made you look small. Your eyes engulfed with terror. He smiles even more.
Your fear amuses him.
“I know you love me. . Even if it’s Deep deep deep down. You cannot deny it, doc’s.” He growls in a passionate manner. his grip tightening as your eyes widened.
You whine slightly, letting the syringe drop to the floor. Completely lost in his eyes.
Not too long after, he let you pull away. You rubbed your wrist, still making eye quiet contact with him.
“You don’t know what your saying, I’m only doing my job.. and you’re making it harder than it is.” you spat harshly. He gave a bit of a smirk.
He knew better. You should know too.
You picked up the syringe swiftly, afraid he would pounce at you. you didn’t trust to leave it on the floor near him. What if he tries to use it on you? You wouldn’t put it past him to do such a thing. Especially after this little skit he pulled off just now.
Time skip• 7:00
The day was coming to an end, you were grateful that it was better than yesterday. Though bobs words stayed stained in your head for a while.
Could he be right?
Could you have feelings for him?
Trying a new writing style, god this took a while.
Thank you for reading!
#spooky month#bob velseb#bob velseb x reader#yandere#fanfic#bob#i don’t know how to use tags#nurse reader x bob#enjoyyyy#<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
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o k a y- SO IK THAT DOC AND NURSE ARE BOTH MORE DOMINANT BUT THINK ABOUT THEM BEING SUB AND HAVING A PRAISE KINK ♡ LIKE IF THE READER SO MUCH AS SMILES/COMPLIMENTS THEM THEN THEY MOST DEFINITELY ARE WEAK IN THE KNEES :) I NEED THEM ON THEIR KNEES, BEGGING AND COMPLETELY UNDER READERS CONTROL 👀🦋🦋
Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content
To be fair, they can never completely be under the reader's control, but the praise kink and submission don't just apply to the bedroom for them.
It's probably the reason they fell in love with you in the first place.
You were kind and pleasant and, unfortunately, sickly. They liked you because you tried to make the best out of your situation, complimenting your nurses and doctors for their hard work and always smiling even though you felt like crap. You always thanked Doctor profusely for reacting to your problems immediately and adjusting your medication when things became tough; his inspections hurt a lot of times, but you never complained. And whenever Nurse had to put another needle in your body, you'd stay extra still and bite your lip, thanking her for making it quick and with her skilled hands. It was almost more polite, conversationally compliments, but they appreciated the effort you went through despite being unwell.
It's just been these little things, your gentle demeanor and kindness, even through your sickness, that made them want to spoil and coddle you. You were the only patient they'd lay next to when times were tough, sneak extra pudding and candy in when you were allowed to indulge in them, and hold your hand until you fell asleep. The way you treated them, accepted all their kindness in return and thanked them for trying their best made them want to heal you so desperately—and keep you with them at the same time.
Now, after you finally get to go home with them, they are all too happy to serve you on their hands and knees, waiting for you to demand it from them. It's just them bickering over who gets to give you the medicine this time, casually implying they could give it to you through a kiss, or if you want, they'll feed it to you or serve it on their body for you to take off them. They know that until you can do it on your own, give orders, and ensure they are properly conducted by the two, they must break you in gently, dominantly. They can't have it when you cry and say they are doing something bad to you when they are just trying to teach and make things enjoyable for everyone involved. However, there's still a lot of refusal and hesitation, which makes the two of them believe you need to watch and learn some more before you can do it.
They'd much rather kneel before you, eat you out, and ask if this is satisfying you. If touching you there and kissing you here feels good for you too, and if maybe, just maybe, they can grind against your hand or knee. Oh, please, please, please, kiss them, make them yours, say you love them. Nurse is almost in tears begging you to please touch her and allow her to get off with your hands, and Doctor wants to hear you say it's okay if he rubs his cock between your thighs and that it feels just as good for you. If you were to just mutter a single word of praise, they could die happy. But as of late, after they started doing things you weren’t always on board with, you stopped praising them, even though your moans and screams are treacherously close.
The problem is just... you don't give in. For a long, frustrating, painstaking time, you won't. That's why they need to dominate you first, show you how it's done. Force you to use your mouth on them until you learn the wonders that servicing others does for one's soul. Maybe if they deny your orgasm and tease you until your cough returns because of the strain, you'll realize how wonderful it is to be with them. How good they could make you feel if you just give in.
And they'll do it until you crack, no matter how long it takes.
Until they are all you can think about, just like you are for them.
#Doctor#Nurse#yandere doctor#yandere nurse#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere!doctor#yandere!nurse#yandere talk#yandere fanfiction#yandere writing#yandere stories#yandere oneshots#yandere oneshot#yandere drabble#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#Yandere TW
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マジカル ☆キュア♡ラブ ☆ショット
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My Nurse
The possessive Hashira, with a s/o who works as a caretaker/nurse at the butterfly mansion!
This man is one of the most possessive and stubborn people on the face of the earth
He doesn't want to be treated by anybody but you, but he'll still refuse your help
He could be bleeding out and still refuse
Kocho has to frequently wake you up in the night because he just stomps his way in there
She hates it
She has tried to get him to comply, but he is firm in his beliefs
He'll demand your attention, even when you're treating other patients
One time, he saw a male patient flirting with you, and best believe that the patient is probably never saw the light of day again
When you treated Tanjiro once, he was so jealous, he stole you from the Butterfly mansion
He makes you sit on his lap when you treat his wounds, under the guise that you treat them better in that position
Wanna know what other positions he can make you do?
He has and will continue kissing you in front of anyone he dislikes, like Tanjiro and his friends
Also any male he dislikes or finds annoying, like Giyu or Tengen
He has cursed at Tengen for flirting with you
He can and will put his hands up your skirt
"Sanemi, take your hands off me, I'm trying to treat you."
"Make me. You think I didn't see you talking with those boys? I'm showing you who you really belong to after this."
#yandere x reader#yandere#demon slayer#yandere sanemi#yandere sanemi x reader#yandere kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba#sanemi x you#sanemi drabble#sanemi shinaguzawa#sanemi shinazugawa x reader#nurse reader
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