JJK Yandere men x reader ( When you love them back)
Satoru Gojo, Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro
CW : MDNI, 18+, Yandere, Reader is as dark and twisted as the yandere
ONESHOT (Reblogs and comments are appreciated)
Toji’s been stalking you since a contract went wrong and you saw something you shouldn't have. Leaning against walls with that scary smile, just watching you.
Most people would call the cops. You walk right up to him, grab his shirt, and say,
“If you're gonna stalk me, at least help me carry my groceries.”
“You want to die?” he asks, pulling a weapon.
He should gut you right here, leave your body for the rats. But something about your fearlessness, your challenge, makes him pause. He puts the knife to your throat, feeling your pulse race….not with fear, but excitement.
“You're fucked in the head," he says.
His laugh is all teeth and danger, and you're pretty sure that's when he decides he's keeping you forever.
He breaks into your apartment for the third time this week, and you're waiting for him with dinner plated.
“You changed the locks again,” he says, looking at the scratches on your doorframe where he forced entry.
"I know you like the challenge," you reply, not looking up from your wine. “Sit down before it gets cold.”
He's the most dangerous man you've ever met. Killer. Mercenary. A man with nothing to lose and no moral compass. He should have killed you.
Instead, he became addicted.
You've treated his wounds, fed him, let him fuck you against every surface of your apartment. You know exactly what he is….and you want him anyway.
It fascinates him. Excites him. Enrages him.
If he corners you against a wall. You arch into him and smile. He talks about killing anyone who touches you? You suggest creative and graphic ways he could do it.
He's the hunter, you're the prey…except you keep walking into his traps willingly. You touch him like he's worth something. Look at him like he's more than a weapon. And fuck, it's breaking down walls he built from childhood trauma and blood money.
“You're mine,” he declares, pulling you to your feet. “You don't leave. You don't talk to other men. You don't fucking breathe without me knowing about it.”
And when you whisper “I'm yours” against his scars, Toji knows he'll burn the world down before letting anyone take you from him.
It's toxic as hell and you both know it. Neither of you cares. You bring out the worst in each other and call it love.
Suguru thinks he's saving you. He's got this messiah complex about protecting you from "monkeys" and building a better world with you by his side.
You find Suguru in the temple gardens, and the way his face lights up when he sees you, makes your heart race.
“You came,” he says, rising to meet you. Around you, his followers bow and scatter, giving you privacy.
“You called, I'll always come when you call.”
Suguru has been building his world around you since the day you defended his ideals, since you looked at his darkness and called it vision.
He's manipulated circumstances, eliminated obstacles.. that led you here…to him, to his cult, to the world he's creating.
You play the devoted follower perfectly. You tell him he's right about everything, that he opened your eyes, that you'd follow him anywhere.
And it's partially true, you would follow him anywhere, but not because you believe in his cause. Because you're obsessed with being the center of his world.
The first time he kisses you, it's in front of his cult, claiming you as his partner in revolution. You kiss back, and his followers bow to you both.
“You're everything I've been searching for,” Suguru confesses in private, hands trembling as he touches your face. “My proof that this path is right.”
The devotion in his eyes is intoxicating. Suguru builds his world around you, makes you his second in command, his priestess, his queen. He thinks he's your savior, but you're his enabler, his anchor to madness, the one who will never question his darkest impulses.
You make yourself essential to everything he does. Not by being powerful, but by making him emotionally dependent on you. You praise every decision, support every dark plan, and slowly isolate him from everyone else until his entire world revolves around you instead of his ideology.
“Sometimes I wonder if you're too good even for the world I'm creating,” he admits one night.
You can see the moment it clicks. The moment his grand plans shrink down to just you.
Sukuna doesn't do affection. So when he first becomes interested in you, it's not exactly love…it's the way a dragon hoards treasure. You're his, and that's not up for debate.
“You're aware that I could kill you in an instant,” he says casually, while you're standing in his domain. It's supposed to be a threat. It's supposed to make you cower.
All four eyes snap to you. “And what makes you so certain?”
“Because if you wanted me dead, I'd be dead already. You've had plenty of opportunities.” You take a step closer, watching his expression shift from bored to intrigued. “You want me to stay.”
He looks genuinely amused. “Arrogant. I like that. Most humans are so disappointingly fragile, but you...” He tilts his head, studying you like you're a particularly interesting specimen. “You're either very brave or very stupid.”
“Maybe both,” you admit. “Or maybe I just know what I want.”
“You. A king who's powerful enough that nothing can touch me.”
Something shifts in his expression…satisfaction. “You think you can manipulate the King of Curses with pretty words?”
His hand wraps around your throat, lifting you effortlessly. Those red eyes search yours for the fear that every living thing should show him.
Instead, you place your hands over his, pressing his grip tighter.
“I'm not manipulating anything. I'm just being honest.” You meet his gaze without flinching.
“You want me. You hide it behind threats and violence, but you check on me constantly. You've killed anyone who's tried to hurt me. You keep me in your domain because the thought of me being somewhere you can't control drives you crazy.”
Sukuna's quiet for a long moment, then he laughs, it’s not his usual mocking one. “You're insane, woman. Completely insane.”
“You'll never leave,” he declares, setting you on his lap like a throne of your own.
“I never planned to,” you reply, and seal your fate with a kiss.
When he marks you with his cursed energy, you wear it with pride. When he kills for you, you press grateful kisses to his bloodstained hands as if he's done something romantic.
That's what gets him. You're not trying to change him, not trying to find his "humanity" or make him softer. You accept…no, you want…the monster exactly as he is.
Neither of you are good. Neither of you want to be.
The truth is that you have just as much power over him as he has over you.
“You're a curse yourself. A beautiful, twisted curse that's infected me completely." he murmurs against your neck, and you know you've won by surrendering completely.
Nanami's obsession is scary because he makes it look so normal. Like, this man has spreadsheets about you.
He doesn't even realize he's gone too far until you point it out…with affection in your voice.
“You followed me to the grocery store again,” you say, not accusingly.
You turn to find him in his typical suit, looking slightly disheveled.
“I….the curse activity in this area….” he starts, adjusting his glasses in that nervous way he has.
You cross the distance between you and straighten his tie. “Kento, I know. You've been tracking me for six months.”
His jaw tightens. He should apologize. He should step back. He's violated so many boundaries, tracked your phone, memorized your schedule, eliminated threats you never even knew existed.
This is it. The moment you report him, run from him, confirm that he's become the monster he swore to fight against.
But you're smiling at him.
“I feel safest when you're near,” you admit. “It’s kind of romantic”
The look on his face is priceless. Like his brain is short circuiting between his sense of morality and the fact that you're not only okay with this, you're into it.
“I know what you've done,” you assure him, cupping his face. “The men who harassed me at work who suddenly transferred. I'm not blind, Kento.”
“I love you,” you interrupt. “All of you. Even the ugly parts”
Something breaks in his careful control. His hands find your waist, pulling you close with a desperation he's suppressed for so long.
Nanami has always been disciplined, rational. But rationality burns away under your acceptance.
Because now it's not just his guilty obsession, it's something you both want.
You start texting him constant updates without him asking. You call him from everywhere. You basically hand him your entire life on a silver platter, and the relief and happiness on his face makes you feel weirdly satisfied.
“Come home with me, sweetheart” he says one day. It's not really a request.
His apartment is exactly what you expected…your favorite books on the shelves, your preferred snacks in the pantry, your size clothes in the closet. Like he’s been preparing for this….the moment when you'd finally be his.
“I'll take care of everything,” he promises. “You'll never want for anything. Never be unsafe. Never be alone.”
You quit your job the next day. Why work when he provides everything? Why risk the outside world when paradise exists in his arms?
You wake to breakfast in bed, sleep surrounded by his arms, and live wrapped in the suffocating safety of his love.
“My entire world,” he breathes each morning, and you know he means it literally.
Satoru is exhausting. In the best and worst way possible.
He's everywhere. And not in a subtle, creepy way. But in an obvious, clingy, “I'm not even trying to hide it” way.
He teleports into your apartment while you're cooking breakfast and steals food off your plate. He shows up at your workplace with coffee and snacks, staying for hours even when you tell him you're busy.
He sends you approximately eight hundred texts a day, ranging from memes to “I miss you” even though he saw you twenty minutes ago.
“Satoru, you were literally just here,” you say when he appears in your living room for the third time that day.
“I know! That was forever ago though,” he whines, draping himself over your couch dramatically. “I got lonely. You're not going to leave me lonely, are you? That would be so cruel.”
The thing is, he plays it off as a joke. Always grinning, always laughing.
But you see the way his expression goes cold when someone gets too close to you. The way his voice loses its cheerfulness when he's texting you and you don't respond fast enough.
The way people who ask you out suddenly decide to move to different cities.
“You know you're not normal, right?” you tell him one day, and he just laughs.
“Normal is boring! Besides, you love the attention. Don't even try to deny it.” He's got you trapped against the counter, arms on either side of you, that insufferable smile on his face. “I see the way you smile when I show up. You like that I'm obsessed with you.”
And damn it, he's right. You do.
“What if I do?” you challenge, watching his eyes light up. “What if I think it's cute that the strongest sorcerer alive can't go three hours without seeing me?”
His grin widens, and there's something almost feral in it. “Then I guess we're perfect for each other. Because I'm not planning on stopping. Ever.”
He's clingy in a way that would suffocate anyone else.
His Infinity is always active around others, but never with you. He's constantly touching you. Arm around your waist, holding your hand, chin on your shoulder while you're trying to work.
“Satoru, you literally have a job. Responsibilities. Students.”
“They can wait! You're more important,” he says, completely serious despite his playful tone.
It should be terrifying how casually he admits that. How easily he'd abandon everything for you. But instead, you pull him closer, run your fingers through his hair, and watch him practically purr like a satisfied cat.
“You're insane,” you tell him fondly.
He jokes about keeping you all to himself, but you know he means it. He laughs about never letting you go, but there's absolute certainty in his eyes.
And you're perfectly happy being the center of his world, the one person who can make the strongest sorcerer act like a lovesick fool.
You're both too far gone, and neither of you wants to come back.
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