Like Hoarded Gold (Part 14) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader
Part 13 & TBC in Part 15
Summary: Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo are complete strangers to you, but when they unexpectedly learn of the tragic news that has irrevocably shattered your life to pieces, the two of them become determined to help you and make you happy again, whether you want them to or not.
Warnings: Stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, gaslighting, voyeurism, explicit smut, kidnapping, toxic manipulation, breeding kink, talk of baby-trapping the Reader, VERY YANDERE!!!, see tags for more...
Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this or any future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.
Two more blocks, then you would be one step closer towards getting the hell out of dodge and back to putting your life on track.
After entering the lecture hall less than an hour ago, you’d chosen a seat by one of the windows and waited just long enough for them to leave in the opposite direction for a while before turning your phone off and walking back out the doors to use an old pay phone in a nearby lunch hall to call for a taxi that would accept cash. You still had some left over from the last few times you withdrew a little bit for lunch and coffee, and thankfully, it actually ended up being just a little more than what you actually needed to pay the quoted fare for the ride.
Satoru always kept some petty cash for food deliveries and stuff in a jar on the kitchen counter, so you would pilfer a bit of that to pay for your second cab fair, which you would use to take yourself to a pawn shop close to the airport, where you could then sell some of their ‘gifts’ for the cash you'd need to buy your plane ticket and help you remain off the streets, hopefully long enough for you to find job and a place to stay for a while.
You couldn't risk using any of their cards or apps, lest it leave a digital trail for them to follow. You were already taking a massive risk by turning off your phone, but you wouldn't put it past them to have planted some sort of tracker on your phone, and leaving it on felt like it posed the biggest threat. You probably could have just left it there with your bag as a decoy, Japan was certainly safe enough for such things, but something in you wanted them to understand that you were choosing to leave them. You weren't going to write them a note or any sort of letter, and neither were you going to trash anything, they didn't deserve any kind of solid closure from you, not after hearing the horrible and degrading things they truly thought about you. But bringing the phone and bag with you and leaving both sitting there for them to see, so they would have no choice but to acknowledge that you had deliberately chosen to leave, that would help curb your desire for petty revenge.
You’d buy a cheap burner phone at the airport to help tide you over until you could afford to splurge on a nicer model, but for now, you could do without it.
You already removed all your most important items from your purse and wallet while you were packing last night, and spent another hour of that time going through your phone and whipping as much of your private information as you could think of from it. It wasn't perfect, and there was definitely a strong possibility that they could have a copy of it on hand for themselves, but just in case they didn't, you wanted to do everything you could to keep them from being able to track you down.
Meanwhile, even as you planned out your escape as meticulously as you could, given how short your window of opportunity was, there was still that little voice in the back of your head, telling you that all of this effort was pointless and there was no running from them. That you weren't smart or clever enough to evade them for long, and even if you were, there was still their money and resources that you could never hope to contend with. So you should probably just give up now and let them have their way, they'll still get it one way or another, it's only a matter of time.
They weren't exactly the happiest of thoughts, but there was nothing you could do to stanch the flow of them.
So far, your whole spur of the moment plan had gone off without so much as a single hiccup, and you found yourself feeling at least marginally grateful that they were so confident in their control over you that they hadn't seemed the least bit suspicious of anything. It was clear from their mannerisms that they held zero doubt that, despite your obvious anger towards them, you would still do exactly what they told you to, that was how unshakable they seemed to believe their hold over you was. But they couldn't have been more wrong, all that did was fuel your desire to leave, because now that your eyes were wide open to the horrors of your situation, you couldn't keep ignoring how suffocated you had been feeling with them for so long.
You hadn't wanted to fully acknowledge the feeling before all of this because the thought of making even the slightest complaint about anything to do with your relationship with them had made you feel like a selfish bitch, especially after everything they had done for you, even before you started dating them.
If only you had known how much it would cost you in the end, perhaps then you could have avoided this second betrayal altogether, one that somehow hurt worse than the one your parents had already committed.
Soon, the cab pulled up to the front of the building, and as you stepped out of the automatic door, you couldn't help the way your heart clenched at the thought of leaving the place you called home for the last eight months, a place that, up until now, had felt more like your true home than the one you'd grown up in your whole life.
However, you had no time at the moment to waste on sentimentalities like that, you could work through that particular batch of trauma at a later date, right now, you just needed to focus on staying safe and getting out as fast as you could.
Even in an elevator, the climb up to the top floor felt excruciatingly long, and the second the doors opened wide enough for you to slide through, you were racing through the genkan and straight for the spare bedroom, not even bothering to take your shoes off in the process, politeness and niceties could eat shit and die as far as you cared at this moment.
Reaching under the bed, you yanked out your pre-packed suitcase and threw it open for one last check.
You filled it early this morning with only what you would really need; sensible articles of clothing for different types of weather and an extra pair of equally sensible shoes, followed swiftly behind by all your personal records and other such documents that you wouldn't be needing right away, along with a few other little odds and ends that you thought might come in handy. But beyond that, you didn't bother loading it to full capacity, you were only taking what you absolutely couldn't live without for a while, and everything else could wait until you were a safe distance away from this nightmare.
The only thing you had left to do was pack a carry-on bag and load it with everything you needed immediate access to, along with all of those fancy and expensive trinkets that Satoru and Suguru had been showering you with, most of which was up in the master bedroom, which you couldn't access last night.
Most of what you were grabbing to sell was jewelry, stuff that they continued to buy for you despite the fact that you never wore any of it outside of dates, and even then, you only did it to show your appreciation for the gifts, even if you didn't necessarily like how overpriced and excessive it all was. But you also grabbed some of the really expensive and unopened makeup they'd bought you. A lot of it was top of the line and limited edition too, the kind of stuff that makeup influencers and beauty gurus would pay extra for to feature it on their blogs and channels, so the unopened products would probably go for a decent price.
It took you nearly fifteen minutes to gather everything you needed, but after one last quick check to make sure you weren't forgetting anything and that your phone and purse were sitting on the kitchen table, right out in the open where they couldn't miss seeing them, you finally hoisted your bag up on your shoulder and grabbed the handle of your suitcase.
It was time to leave, but even though you knew just how dire your situation was, you couldn't help but stop in the middle of the living room and take one last look at it all.
It was a reckless decision, one you knew was cutting into what precious little time you had left to enact your escape strategy, but the remnants of nearly a whole year of your life was scattered around the space you stood in. You couldn't just walk away from it without so much as a backwards glance, not when you could see the memories of your time here with them playing out like a bitter movie right before your eyes.
There was the time just last week when Satoru had asked you to take a break from studying and give him some cuddles on the couch. Just for five minutes, he'd adamantly emphasized, but when he inevitably dozed off with his head on your chest and those five minutes had passed, followed by another five, and then twenty, you hadn't had the heart to wake him, not when he'd looked so peaceful and content. So you quietly laid there for over an hour, letting him nap on you while you scrolled on your phone and played with his soft white hair.
Then there was the time Suguru had found you up in the middle of the night, studying at the kitchen table, and had insisted on making you a late night meal before sitting down to help quiz you for your test. That same study session had later evolved into a ritual the two of you shared whenever you had a test or something else important to study for, and after you started dating, it almost always ended with him bending you over the table and fucking you senseless. Then he would carry you upstairs to bed like a princess, and sometimes he’d even run a hot bath for the two of you to share.
There were so many moments with them here, but now, all of them felt tainted and warped beyond recognition as you tried to recall where everything had gone so horribly wrong, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop asking yourself a plethora of questions that you knew you'd never get answers to.
Had they always thought of you in such a demeaning way, or had that misogynistic mentality you overheard come only after you’d gotten to know them better? When did they start feeling the need to control every single aspect of your life like you were toddler or a-
And that's when it finally hit you, like a runaway train crashing into the forefront of your mind, it suddenly occurred to you what you had been too blind to see before.
They didn't see you as a person, not really…
Oh, they had certainly acted like the kind of good and supportive friends/boyfriends who wanted you to succeed and thrive, they played the part to immaculate perfection, but with the hindsight you now possessed, you could see that what they really wanted, even if they would never willingly acknowledge or admit it to you or even to themselves, was a fucking pet. Something that they could dote on and spoil to their heart's content, a being that wouldn't, or rather couldn't, go against them or talk back unless it was to follow orders and agree. But getting a dog or a cat was probably just too simple for them, because why get an actual animal when they had found you. A submissive little girlfriend that gave them all the control and power they so desperately craved and, as an added bonus, they could fuck you.
That was the previously unknown impression you always felt regarding their treatment of you. That sensation that repeatedly tickled the back of your mind whenever they overstepped or crossed some unspoken boundary that you’d been too chicken shit to really try and enforce. You always told yourself that uncomfortable feeling was probably just a result of dealing with years of emotional neglect from your parents and you simply didn't know how to process the fact that you were finally being shown unconditional love and support.
Little did you know just how many actual conditions that ‘love’ would come with, and how much of your self worth you’d end up losing and rearranging for the sake of it in the process. So, as much as it hurt, you were grateful you'd learned about their plans before they had the opportunity to try and fully act on them. If they had succeeded in their plans to unknowingly force a pregnancy upon you, you wanted to think that you would have been strong enough to hold out and put your foot down when they inevitably tried to convince you to drop out of university and move to Hokkaido to raise said baby. But you honestly weren't so sure you would have had the conviction to really stick to it, not with how masterfully their manipulation and gaslighting techniques had worked on you so far.
You had been so sickeningly desperate to keep them happy, thinking that was the least of what you could do for them because you believed you were so lucky to have two people who always seemed to see the absolute best in you and wanted your happiness above all else. You even started to slowly let go of your internal fear that they would one day abandon you like your parents had. You started to believe that, with the proper work and communication, you could happily spend the rest of your life with them, like they were your true family.
You were so naive and gullible, it was a miracle that you-
*crash*
Your blood turned to ice and fear tightened itself like a noose around your neck, because that was the sound of the door that separated the entryway and ganken being violently thrown open as two familiar voices shouted for you in unison, each sounding more panicked than the other.
No… No no no nonononono!
This couldn't be happening! Not now, not when you were so fucking close to getting away from them!
You knew that you only had precious seconds to try and think of something, to pretend the suitcase and bag weren't what they seemed or hide them back in the spare bedroom, or anything really, but honestly, what could you realistically do in less than five goddamn seconds?!
How the fuck had they even figured out where you were in the first place? Were they following you, like the creepy ass stalkers they’d already proven themselves to be, or had they perhaps gotten someone to do it for them and report back on your movements, like some kind of undercover bodyguard, they certainly had the money and influence to make such a thing happen if they wanted to.
Well, regardless of how they figured it out, you needed to think of something believable that would get you out that door, and fast, because they were rounding the corner and had already caught sight of you…
Both of them stopped dead in their tracks, their wide terrified eyes immediately shifting to stare at the suitcase in your hand like it had personally offended them, which only made your grip around the handle tighten further.
“Why?”
It was Suguru who spoke first, his usually soft expression morphing from one of terror to anger in the blink of an eye, while the harsh tone of his voice made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up like there was a charged current of static running across your skin.
It was hard, not like the usual dom-voice he used when chastising you or Satoru for being bratty, but something harder, a tone that matched the emotion you'd sometimes see in his eyes whenever you did or said something he particularly didn’t like. You never saw him give that look to Satoru though, not ever, but you always noticed it came out whenever you tried to be more independent from them by doing things like looking for a job, or the time you had briefly mentioned joining one of the many clubs on campus to help you socialize and get out of your bubble.
Your long underused self preservation instincts were telling you that you were no longer in the presence of the same two men who you'd been living with for the better part of the last year, and the two that stood before you now had been replaced by two apex predators, with you as their prey. But as terrified as you felt, you were also determined not to let them see it, because you knew that if they caught even a whiff of hesitancy or doubt from you, they would sink their claws in and gaslight you into submission, just like they always did whenever they wanted to get their way. You couldn't let that happen, not when you were so close to getting out of this toxic cesspool of a relationship.
“Because I’m done.” You answered, your tone quiet, but the force behind them was still enough to make their eyes widen when you met their gazes with steely determination. “I’m done letting the two of you make me feel small and weak, and I'm am done letting you steamroll over every single decision I make for myself just because you don't like or approve of any of it.”
You paused for a moment, maybe for the satisfaction of dramatic effect, or maybe because you just needed a second to process the whirlwind of emotions you were currently experiencing, but whatever the reason was, you took that moment to silently assess them, to gauge their reactions, and given their usual penchant for entitlement and theatrics, what you found wasn't the least bit surprising.
Both of them were slack jawed, their eyes having grown as wide as dinner plates, but as fast as the shock had overtaken them, it wore off just as quickly as they shook themselves out of their stupor to try and salvage what they thought remained of your relationship with them. But you knew before they did that there was no saving this train wreck of a relationship, nothing they said would change your decision or bring back your once positive feelings for them, not after everything you had heard last night, and certainly not when you knew that they didn't feel a lick of remorse for any of it.
Satoru was the next to speak, his tone as desperate as his expression was as he extended his arms out to you, palms face up in the air in a placating show you assumed was meant to try and pacify your anger.
“Baby, just stop and think about this for a second, please. We're sorry if this is how we've made you feel, but you have to know that we've only ever wanted to do what’s best for you.” He pathetically begged, those azure eyes of his sparking in a way that made him look downright insane. “You can't leave, not because of one stupid and thoughtless comment. I said I was sorry, we said we were sorry, now please, let's just sit down and talk about this.”
You opened your mouth to speak, to voice a mocking retort that you knew wouldn't make a difference despite how immensely gratifying it would have been, but Suguru cut you off with his own honeyed words of defense before the sound could even come up past your throat.
“Sweetheart, Satoru is right, please don't try and throw away everything we've built together over one mistake.” He added, clearly trying to gaslight you into submission like he always did. “You need us just as much as we need you, you have to know that by now.”
His tone and expression were soft and looked so sincere, but all you could focus on was the anger simmering in your gut and the way their words made it sound as if you had no choice in the matter when it came to your decision to leave.
You scoffed at them, the sound bitter and ugly, even to your own ears, and you knew that the words that were about to come out of your mouth were going to be the thing that would damn you're entire plan, but you couldn't stop them, couldn't stop the way you were now seeing red as everything you felt bubbled up to the surface.
“You two really want to talk about throwing everything away? Fine then, let's talk about how ‘we can always swap out her birth control with placebos’, does that ring any fucking bells for you two toxic shitheads?!”
You were practically screaming by the end of the sentence, but you didn't give a single fuck anymore, the only thing you regretted about it was that there wasn't anyone else around to witness or hear it. Perhaps if they were normal men and this was the disastrous break up of a normal polyamorous relationship, you would be doing this in a normal apartment, one with thinner walls and floors, and neighbors who could hear the commotion and come to check if everything was alright. At least if that were the case, there would be witnesses and you could walk out the front door without them potentially trying to physically stop your efforts to do so.
What little affection you still had for them made you want to believe that they were all bark and no bite, that they wouldn't really do anything more then try to talk and gaslight you into believing their honey coated lies, but considering the lengths you already knew they were willing to go to in order to keep you under their control, you weren't sure what to believe about them anymore.
The matching looks of dawning horror on their faces as your words hit their mark was pretty damn satisfying though, even as it also filled you with an icy trepidation for what was to come, for how they would react now that they knew you were aware of everything.
“Sweetheart…”
Suguru started off in a tone you now recognized as the one he used whenever he was about to try gaslight you into believing that you were overreacting or that you didn't understand what you were talking about, but this time was different in every way imaginable, not the least of which was the clarity you now possessed that allowed you to see the manipulative tactic for exactly what it was. He was usually so confident in his arguments, both of them were, but now you could see that they were scrambling to do damage control as they were left floundering for a way to spin this back into their favor.
“Whatever it is you think you heard, you have it all backwards. You know that everything we do for you is to make you happy, it's all we care about.” He sounded so sincere, as if he really believed what he was saying, but the tremble in his hands and the way he kept looking out the corner of his eye to gauge Satoru’s reaction was enough to tell you how badly he knew they'd fucked up.
“We swear, it really isn't as bad as you're thinking it is, babygirl.” Satoru said, his tone taking on that soft and pleading cadence that usually made you melt for him. “If you just let us explain, all of it will make perfect sense.”
You scoffed bitterly and had half a mind to walk forward and spit in their faces, but some part of you knew that if you got too close, they would snap like a hidden bear trap and it really would take chewing a limb off to get away from them.
“Oh, by all means, please try and justify how you both planned on trying to baby trap me to force me to drop out of school and move to Hokkaido to play the part of your obedient little stepford wife, I’d love to hear what kind of bullshit excuse you got for this one.”
If they looked worried beforehand, then they looked downright terrified now as you made them wholly aware that you knew every detail of their sick plan.
Satoru was the first one who seemed to get his bearings back as his tone shifted from sweet and pleading, to calm and collected in just a matter of seconds, and the swiftness of it made you wonder if he was the real Top in their relationship and he just allowed Suguru to take the reigns most of the time for reasons you couldn't be bothered to care about.
“Okay, maybe what we discussed last night was a bit extreme, but we've just been so worried about you and we just thought that if-”
“A bit extreme?!” You screamed at them. “Do you two even fucking hear yourselves?! In what world is there any way to justify what you planned on doing to me without my knowledge or consent, or is it just that your own selfish wants and desires are more important than my bodily autonomy?!
As you parroted the words back at them, you weren't sure if it was the new, shriller, octave your voice had reached or guilt that made them flinch, but it was more than you could handle at the moment, and without realizing it, you very quickly found yourself doing the one thing you didn't want to do in front of them.
You were crying…
Your vision went blurry as fat tears began to fall down your cheeks and your face burned with shame as you unwillingly let them bear witness to your heartbreak.
But it also helped to strengthen your resolve, it reminded you that this is what you would have to look forward to if you stayed with them, a lonely life of tears and regret as you molded yourself into who and what they wanted you to be, as you lost every bit of yourself and sacrificed your life and goals to make them happy and give them what they wanted.
And it was a life you wanted no part of.
“I’m leaving.” You said, your voice quiet but full of conviction as you whipped away your tears with the heel of your palm and straightened your spine. “I'm leaving and there is nothing that either of you can say to make me change my mind.”
Both their heads snapped up and you could see clearly how the panic and terror that swept across their expressions was true and genuine, but it was already too late for their regrets and disingenuous apologies. It was too late the moment they considered getting rid of your birth control instead of talking to you about what they wanted and learning to live with whatever choice you made based on an honest conversation together.
Now they would just have to settle for living with the consequences of their actions.
“Here's a bit of advice for you though,” There was so much you wanted to say to them, and none of it was pleasant or kind, but you would leave them with one last thing for them to mull over, something that would hopefully stick in a way common sense clearly never had before. “Maybe the next time you consider dragging someone else into this twisted nightmare you call a relationship, you should probably just get a pet if you really can't handle the simple concept of letting someone make their own choices.”
With those parting words, you readjusted your grip on the handle of your suitcase and found that walking past them was one of the hardest and scariest decisions of your entire life, but it also felt strangely liberating, like taking a deep breath after being underwater for so long that your lungs were beginning to burn and your head felt like it was going to explode from the pressure. But now the pressure was gone, lifted, and you could finally breathe freely again.
Some might have stayed and put up with it all, even if they weren't particularly happy, simply because they wouldn't want to let go of the luxurious lifestyle on offer, but you couldn't do it. There wasn't enough money or sex appeal in the whole world that could have made staying with them bearable, especially after learning of their deceptive nature. Your life going forward might not be as easy or as comfortable, but at least it would be yours to make better or worse, at least this way you would be the one calling all the shots.
The only sound left in the space you had called home for nearly a year was the rolling of your suitcase and the thump of your shoes hitting the hardwood floor as you walked past them.
You anticipated that there would be more begging and objections on their end, more denials of what you had overheard and pleas for you to stay and hear them out, but oddly enough, they did none of those things. They just stood there, still as status and mute as monks, but you supposed they might have just been in shock. They probably hadn't expected that you would actually leave, that they wouldn't just be able to gaslight you into believing that what you had overheard was a misunderstanding, and now that their assumption had fallen apart, they didn't know how to react.
That was fine though, because that just made it easier to leave as quickly as you could, and the sooner you got out that door, the better off you would be.
But you really should have known better, you did know better, had even tried to avoid this exact outcome entirely by leaving in secret, because you knew they would never let you leave without a fight, you had just been naïvely hoping that they would prove themselves to at least be better than your worst fears had imagined them to be.
Sadly though, you were sorely mistaken…
Your empty hand had just barely managed to graze the door handle when you felt a strong arm, Satoru's, grab you from behind to pull you back against his equally strong chest and locking your arms at your sides, but before you could let loose the bloodcurdling scream that came clawing its way up your throat, his other hand quickly clamped down across your mouth in a tight seal. His meaty fist muffled any sound that tried to escape as he hoisted you off the ground as best he could with how much you were struggling and began half dragging, half carrying you back further into the apartment.
“Suguru! Upstairs in the box at the top of the bedroom closet!” You heard him shout as he tried to adjust his hold on you when you thrashed from side to side in an attempt to loosen his grip on you.
“On it!” Was the shouted response you heard before his footsteps proceeded to thunder up the stairs at record speed.
You tried to scream as terror seized you by the throat, but even if his hand wasn't covering your mouth, you doubted that anyone would be able to hear you anyway. This penthouse of theirs was the top unit of a 45 story building and the floors were too well insulated for sound to leak through.
No one was coming to save you…
“We're so sorry, we really didn't want it to happen like this, cupcake, but you're not exactly leaving us with many options here.” You heard him say in a sickeningly soft tone, as if he actually felt guilty for this, as if there was no other choice for them to make. “But it's okay, even if you're angry with us right now, you’ll forgive us eventually once you get used to our new life together, far away from all this noise and confusion, where everyone else has been trying to take you away from us.”
It didn't take long for him to reach the living room, your struggles proving fruitless against his greater size and strength as he dropped back onto the couch with you still held firmly in his hold.
Your head was spinning as nausea roiled in your gut and you truly felt like you were going to pass out from the sheer horror of what you were facing, and that feeling only grew worse when he started shifting you across his front for a better hold and you felt exactly what this disgusting situation was doing to him.
“Fuck…” You heard him draw the word out on a long low groan and nearly choked on the bile that came up your throat as he bucked his now straining cock against your ass. “You can't be moving like, babygirl, or my shitty self control is going to go flying right out the fucking window.” He whispered, pressing his face into the curve of your neck before his lips started sucking at whatever skin his eager mouth could find. “Even when you're acting like a such bratty little bitch, holding you like this is such a fucking turn on for me. Seriously, you have no idea just how badly I wanna bend you over and fuck you senseless right now.”
You screamed behind his hand even harder and tried to ram your heels against his legs and feet, but all he did in response was laugh cruelly and swiftly locked your legs down with his own, completely immobilizing you and leaving you at his mercy.
“Maybe we really should just try fucking this bad attitude out of you, hmm?” He softly taunted you and pushed his forearm against the underside of your breasts to lift them up so he could get a better look at the bit of cleavage your shirt was showing off. “Make you cum for us again and again, until you don't know how to be anyone or anything else but our sweet and obedient girl again, wouldn't that be so nice?”
He was sounding more and more desperate and needy with every word he spoke, and even though you had already exhausted yourself with all your struggling, he still wouldn't shut the fuck up.
You used to find his horny babbling cute, but all you wanted now was to rip his tongue right out of his mouth.
“Keep it in your pants for the time being, Satoru, now is not the time for you to be thinking with your dick, even if it is a pretty tempting idea.”
You heard Suguru say, and spotted him making his way down the stairs, but it wasn't until he got closer that you realized what it was he'd gone upstairs for, and seeing it was enough to freeze your already ice cold blood.
Because there, dangling from his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world was a syringe, one filled with a clear substance that didn't require any explanation to figure out what it contained.
Your thrashing resumed with renewed force the second you laid eyes on it and despite the scratchy pain in your throat, you still kept screaming through the barrier of Satoru’s hand.
“She's moving too much to get a clear shot at the veins in her arms or neck, so do it in her thigh instead.” Satoru instructed him as they both pointedly ignored your tears and weakening struggles. “It'll take a little longer to hit her system this way, but it should be fine, and once she's down for the count we can just give her a little more when it's safe to do so, since she'll be too groggy to fight like this again, at least for a while.” He explained as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, his tone so gentle and kind, as if that was supposed to help comfort you somehow.
“Are we sure this is safe?” Suguru asked him sternly. “What if it causes-”
But Satoru cut him off before he could finish his cryptic sentence.
“We don't have much of a choice at this point, Suguru.” He snapped, causing you to flinch in his hold and he very quickly softened his tone in a weak attempt at helping you relax. “I don't like it anymore than you do, but we both know she won’t leave with us on her own, not while she's still conscious, so this is a risk we're going to have to take.”
Suguru looked hesitant and, for one brief moment, you foolishly thought he might put a stop to this madness before it went any further, but that hope died when he eventually nodded in agreement and gave you what he must have thought was an apologetic look before he dropped down to his knees between yours and Satoru's legs and set the syringe on the coffee table so he could reach for the waistline of your pants. And while you tried your best to kick and break free of their hold, you knew it was ultimately a pointless endeavor. But even knowing that none of what was happening was really your fault, you couldn't stop the shameful tears that continued to fall as your pants were yanked down past your hips and left to bunch at your thrashing ankles.
“Shhhhh, it's okay, honey.” Satoru whispered while he continued kissing your neck and the side of your face in a manner that used to bring you nothing but comfort. “We promise we won't do anything to you while you're sleeping, but we need you to take a little nap for us, okay? Just so we can get everything ready for the three of us to go back home together.”
You shook your head in disagreement and actually managed to free your mouth from his hold, not that it did anything to change your situation.
“No! Stop it!” You screamed and sobbed even harder than before. “Please! Please just let me go!”
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…
…
“We can't.”
The words were whispered so quietly that you weren't even sure which of them had spoken.
“Can't and won't are not the same thing!” You spat out in frustration. “You could easily let me walk out that door and allow us to go our separate ways, but you're both too selfish to think about anyone by yourselves! All you care about is making yourselves happy, even if it means making others miserable in the process, even me.”
The silence that followed your words was heartbreaking for a number of reasons, but mostly because neither of them tried to deny it, they didn't even bother trying to lie because they knew it wouldn't work, that you wouldn't believe them even had they made such a sorry attempt.
“If you really loved me, you would respect my decision to leave and let me go.” You begged, lowering your head down further to try and hide the tears that continued to stream down your face in steady rivulets. “Please… There's nothing all that special about me, anyone could take my place. There are plenty of women out there who would kill to be with you and give you what you want, to be your wife and have your children, women who would let you have all the power and control… but not me, I don't want to be that person anymore.”
There was another short round of silence between the three of you before a sudden sharp spike of pain hit your inner thigh and you opened your horrified eyes just in time to see Suguru’s thumb pushing down the plunger of the syringe to empty its contents into your system before carefully removing the needle and setting it aside.
“You're completely wrong about this, sweetheart.” He whispered softly before leaning down to kiss the spot on your thigh where the sharp point had pierced your skin, even going so far as to lick away the pinprick of blood that had welled to the surface. “There is no one else in the whole world who could ever replace you for us, and the fact that you could even suggest such a horrible thing is enough to tell me that we clearly haven't been doing everything we can to show you just how much we love and appreciate you.”
You opened your parched mouth to speak, to say anything that would contradict his words, but Satoru’s hand was suddenly back over your mouth and you were feeling far too exhausted from your previous struggles to try and fight him off this time.
“He’s right, sweetheart, and that is going to change starting right now.” He said, pulling you back further into his suffocating embrace and tracing the shell of your ear with the tip of his tongue like usually did with your clit. “We can't let you go because losing you would be like suffering a slow and painful death. You're the most important thing in the world to me and Suguru, and if keeping you with us means we have to be the bad guys in your eyes for a while, then so be it.”
You could feel the grogginess setting in already as your body started to go limp in their hold and your vision was already growing dark around the edges, so whatever was in that syringe had to have been some pretty potent stuff.
You felt Suguru shift from where he was still kneeling between your legs and looked down with drooping eyelids to see him pressing his face into the soft warmth of your stomach while he wrapped his long bulky arms all the way around Satoru's back so he could hold you both at the same time.
He was kissing your belly like a worshiper at a temple and whispering something, but you were too tired to decipher what the words were, but really, you didn't need to understand them to know that they meant nothing good for you.
“I… I will… n-never forgive you for this.”
But neither of them was listening to you, not truly, they never had. They were both too lost in their own deluded fantasy, the one where you were just throwing a minor tantrum and all it would take to gain your forgiveness were a few sweet words and a bit of time and patience.
“Just go to sleep, cupcake.” Satoru quietly commanded as he loosened his hold on you now that you were too weak to struggle against him. “You're ours, and you won't need to worry about anything else ever again now that we're going to be taking care of everything for you.”
Then you felt Suguru moving to pull your pants back up your legs with practiced ease, his fingers skimming dangerously close to the apex of your thighs in the process, and you highly doubted it was an accident.
“We’re going to make you so fucking happy, sweetheart, you just need to give us the chance to do it properly.” He happily added, scooping you up into his arms to place you in a much more comfortable position on the sofa. “And now you won't have a choice in the matter, because now you’ll need us more than ever before.”
Your vision was so blurry that it was nearly black, and your head felt like a whirlpool, but you were still slightly aware enough that you heard one of them say something about how they would make sure that neither of you would ever get away from them, no matter how hard you fought against it.
But, as your mind slipped further away from the waking world, you couldn't for the life of you figure out who else they could have been referring to.
Well, there it is, I know a lot of you were hoping for a successful escape attempt, but sadly, our psycho boys were just too well prepared and Reader just wasn't quick enough... and I don't know if I feel bad for it or not, but Satoru and Suguru certainly aren't going to be complaining about it anytime soon, especially now that they don't have to keep up their sane and reasonable act anymore, not that they were trying very hard to begin with.
Please let me know your thoughts and I hope you all enjoyed this new chapter!
And as always, I want to give a BIG thank you to my amazing friend @talpup for all the brainstorming and encouragement on these stories! I’m sure I would have given up on this blog a while ago if it wasn’t for all of their help. I highly encourage anyone who takes the time to read this to go over to their page or their AO3 account under the same name and check out their works, especially Chaos and Erase The Shadow. They are two of my favorite BNHA fics of ALL TIME! And who has also started their own Yandere!Overhaul fic called Crossroads and is set in a 1920′s prohibition style era, it’s amazing and you need to check it out!
[If Amo had met the Vandals /Raiders...]
Amo: They are not hideous.
Rudo and Enjin, blinking at her: What?
Amo: Zodyl and Jabber. Amo thinks they're quite good-looking, absolutely not hideous at all.
Enjin: We were speaking of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.
Amo, pointedly to Enjin: And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are?
Enjin: Rainbow.
Rudo: Uh...red?
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