I WISH YOU TRULY LOVED ME - YANDERE JJK MEN X F!READER
Background: You were an unsuspecting foreigner staying in Japan for her undergraduate studies! That should have been it, really: that kind of unglamorous student life, grinding for your exams and hopefully passing with flying colors, aaaaand just in general, going through the motions.
BUT you become the obsession of a stranger who just so happened to catch you in a particularly bad spiral / bad situation before your final grades were posted, and suddenly you are trapped in their care because they deluded themselves into thinking they needed to protect you from yourself.
One day you dare to utter “I wish you-- or someone-- truly loved me,” after months following your ‘premature’ graduation and being stuck as their captive…
Pairings (all separate): Geto X Nonsorcerer Reader, Gojo X Nonsorcerer Reader, Higuruma X Nonsorcerer Reader, Nanami X Nonsorcerer Reader [Total WC: ~2.7K]
Content Warnings: yandere jjk men, noncon (past or present and/or briefly mentioned), angst, prolonged captivity, age gap (darling is college aged and everyone else is in their late 20s/early 30s), escape attempts, obsession, ‘protection’ bordering on possessive and controlling, lonely/depressed reader, mentions of sh/suicide ideation, the yandere men are softer with the exception of maybe geto suguru of course but even he’s mild, groveling from the men (especially gojo), daddy kink (with gojo), infantilization (lowkey with higuruma and nanami), don’t be mean to gojo he’ll just fall deeper in love with you, improper use of jujutsu techniques (gojo’s)
You jolted at the tone of his voice, bowing your head and avoiding his gaze. You allowed yourself to speak out of turn and now you would pay whatever punishment he deemed fitting for such idiocy.
“If someone didn’t love you, why else would they keep you so selfishly like this?” Geto challenged, narrowing his eyes into slits, and you shrunk beneath his gaze with the way you wrung your hands together as if to wash whatever filth was left off of you-- as if, you thought, that he hadn’t worked so hard to undo all of that himself. At least you knew he would say that or insinuate such: you should no longer feel filthy ‘like the others’; you had been blessed by his hands.
“If you weren’t loved, would anyone want to protect you?”
“You call this protection?” you surprised yourself at the strength in your own voice, and especially at your strength to keep advocating for yourself. “You call this--” You gestured to the scars and fresh cuts littered all over your hands and legs, from the numerous times you attempted to escape from the handcuffs he used to secure you to his bed while he did his own business for the day. “--love? You hurt me. You treat me like something worse than a pet. You took me away from everything I worked so hard for in my life. My parents must think I’m dead! Does that matter to you at all? Or are you weird sorcerers too high and mighty for the simpleton lifestyle? They didn’t even get to see my graduation!”
“It’s true. Perhaps the way I love is selfish and not easily understood,” Geto affirmed, ignoring your words and little jabs at his own worldviews, as he approached you with one stride but you stepped back as he tried to extend his hand to reach your face. He frowned. Definitely keeping a mental tab on that to punish you for later, you were certain he was thinking that; you were not so foolish like he liked to believe. You were always smarter than he ever thought to give you credit for. “But sometimes we have to hurt the ones we love. It’s a necessary evil. Because if we can’t keep them in line, then they say ridiculous things like insisting the ones who love them the most don’t love and cherish them.”
“Because you don’t know the line between love and hate,” you grumbled through gritted teeth. “If this is how you love, I can’t even begin to fathom how you treat the nonsorcerers you loathe.”
“In my new world, I’m sparing you--the likes of someone like you, born beneath someone like me--seeing you as a being worthy of protection. No,” he corrected himself, “I’ve misspoken. You are a being who, too, is worthy. You are the only one. That should be enough, but you are so… ungrateful for the sacrifices I’ve made to keep you. If I had a cruel hand, I would have killed you like you were nothing to me. But you are everything to me. That isn’t enough for you?”
Tears began to well in the corners of your eyes. In a flash a large calloused hand cuffed your neck and his thumb pressed into your larynx, making you gasp in shock.
“Just because you love me doesn’t mean I feel loved by you,” you managed through a strained voice. “Just saying the words doesn’t make it so, Suguru.”
“But I’ve shown you, how much I cherish you,” he countered, desperation now becoming more and more apparent-- it was a color you never thought you would see someone like him wear, someone who thought he was so far above mortal humans.
You wished you could laugh through your tears, but sadly you weren’t that brand of maniacal, instead sobbing more into his hold which he slowly loosened out of guilt. You were already the type to cry when you were mad. Not just sad. You were way too soft for your own good, you knew that, and he knew that, and that was why he felt compelled to spirit you away into a completely unfamiliar world that felt more dangerous than the one you left behind.
“What, the sex? You think I like that you take everything from me, even my body!?”
“But I made it good,” he insisted, eyes widening like they were blown out, drawing you closer toward him until your lips barely brushed against each other, his voice lowering. “I could tell you didn’t completely hate it.”
Maybe a part of you longed to be loved but not by him or like this.
You imagined it was someone who could love you, who you could love back. It was what made it bearable.
It was never because of him.
“I wished it was someone else,” you confessed, “Anyone else. Someone who knows how to love me. Without having to hurt me.”
The silence in response frightened you more than any insult that left his mouth.
He almost looked like he toyed with releasing you from his grip, but it only adjusted, as he rebooted in real time. Like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“You wish someone loved you,” he started, his tone disgusted. “I love you. I do. You cannot say something like that and then blow it back in my face.”
“This isn’t what I wanted,” you whispered, deciding you were already in this deep, you might as well dig deeper.
“You might as well get used to it, sweetheart. Life is full of disappointments,” he retorted with a huff. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “But this--the idea of us--doesn’t have to be.”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GOJO SATORU [WC: ~600]
Those words you uttered seemed to knock whatever’s left of Satoru’s soul a little looser from his body. If you thought he was unhinged before, you obviously ain’t seen anything yet--indicative enough in the way his sparkling cerulean blue eyes dulled the longer he took to process what you confessed. Like you had truly committed the worst thing imaginable which was to shatter whatever delusions he had about you.
Well, who else was going to do that? Nothing seemed to get through to Satoru. Not unless you were straight up blunt with him but even then, that working was a hit or a miss.
“You think Daddy doesn’t love you?” Satoru whispered, like he’d been stung. “What do you think I do all of this for, then?”
“For yourself,” you went on, “You don’t think about anything else but yourself.”
“Princess,” he pouted, “You’re seriously making me upset.”
“Yeah, that’s kind of the point.”
“But I have to admit,” he rambled, flicking his tongue over his lips. “Watching you stand your ground like that is pretty sexy.”
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That record screeched to a halt in your mind.
…Seriously, was this guy on drugs? Did he smoke crack like it was his part-time job when he wasn’t busy torturing you?
You didn’t miss how his eyes scanned every little bit of your delicate features--probably wondering which part of your face would look all pretty beaten and bruised for making him feel like this--but he didn’t seem like he was in psycho mode. At least, not as much as usual.
He seemed… contemplative. Receptive, even if that was barely perceptible to probably anyone else who had the displeasure of knowing a guy like this and not even knowing just how deep that baggage he carried ran.
“In fact,” he continued, striding up to you, catching a lock of your hair between his absurdly long fingers. You hated the way the hairs on your arms stood on end. The way your heart raced and not from attraction. “While it kills me that you think I don’t love you, I’m glad you feel bold enough to say something about it. Your pain… I can really feel it in your voice, you know? But I’d rather hear something else out of your voice. Because now you created a new problem.”
You caught it again--a slight violet aura surrounding Gojo’s frame and before you realized it you were levitating. You thought you were tripping before but now you realized Gojo wasn’t dicking around when he said he wasn’t your average human being.
“How are you doing that? Y-you’ve never done that,” you stammered. At least not on me.
“I’m sorry, Princess. You’re just going to have to understand why I have to keep you.” With a flick of his hand your body hurled into the nearest couch with a shockingly light thud. Gojo managed to spread eagle your legs with whatever imaginary force he used. You couldn’t tell how he was doing any of it. If what you were seeing was some kind of hallucination. It wasn’t. Hallucinations didn’t work like that.
“I don’t know what you want me to do to prove it.” With another flick of his wrist your skirt and panties were chucked elsewhere in the enclosed space. He approached the couch with light steps, kneeling before your exposed pussy. “But I have my own unique ways of showing my appreciation for my perfect, brilliant little Princess. Who I’m so proud of for graduating when she did. Who I know made her parents proud too. If only they knew where you’d been all of this time… how would they feel knowing that instead of pursuing your dreams, you’re cozying up with someone who can provide the kind of life that not even those dreams could fulfill?”
“Cozying up isn’t exactly the way I would describe what this is,” you retorted.
“Princess, don’t make me more upset,” he cautioned, “It’s only going to turn me on more.”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ HIGURUMA HIROMI [WC: ~200]
“Do you want me to scream to the Gods how much I truly adore you, baby?”
The sound of Hiromi’s balls slapping into your ass with each harsh thrust had you dizzy, unable to form any coherent thought because the one you had admitted made him furious because how dare you doubt how much he loved you enough to protect you from a system that would have killed you? He saved you from a wrong accusation, someone too good like you who was about to be executed and this was the thanks he got? You were an innocent student who got caught up in the wrong crowd and you were lucky he was your lawyer. But he thought you were just too pretty, too perfect, he had to keep you safe. Even if it meant defying the laws in some ways to ensure your safety.
“I love you.” He growled into your cheek as he shifted angles to fuck you deeper and you moaned, drool dripping from your parted mouth which he seized with a heated kiss. He broke it to say, “I love you. I love you. You shouldn’t doubt me. Why are you doubting me?”
“I’m, s-s-sorry Hiromi,” you managed and he growled again, plunging his cock so deep that your eyes rolled back. “I-I w-was wrong…”
“I forgive you, baby,” he purred into your ear. “I just never want you to say those words to me again.”
.˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ NANAMI KENTO [WC: ~600]
“I don’t know what to say, but I’m disappointed that you said it.”
Of course. There Kento went again, acting like he was the true victim in all of this. Yes, when you first met him, he seemed like your average gentle giant of a man, who helped you through your darker times, like when you felt like you weren’t going to make it through graduation by going to the other side.
“I went through a lot for us,” he grunted, setting his mug of piping hot green tea to the coffee table. “You understand what I had to do in order to keep us together.”
“I didn’t ask for any of that.”
“You said you wished for someone to truly love you.” He turned fully to face you, uncrossing his legs. “Aren’t I that someone?”
You averted your gaze from his heated one. Something else must be swimming in his mind, and that wasn’t good news for you.
“…This isn’t what love is, Ken.”
“Then how would you explain the fact that I do whatever it takes so you don’t do something foolish like trying to jump over that fucking bridge?”
You jolted in your spot, hands clasped behind your back as you pondered over your words. You had to tread carefully. Kento was scary when he was mad but especially when he was disappointed in something you said. It looked like you truly hurt him with his words, but that was what he did all of the time. He always acted like he was the victim in this situation, as if he wasn’t the one who deliberately put you in this mess.
“At least that was my own, conscious choice, you just want to keep me around for your amusement, not because you love me!”
You froze as soon as your words registered. You realized you spoke out of line more than you already should, and Kento was already just in front of you, faces barely centimeters apart.
“Is that what you think this is about?” Kento retaliated, “Do you think someone like me gets the luxury of thinking about myself in any situation?”
“Ken…”
“I risked my reputation, and my own life, for you. I was not supposed to interact more than necessary since I still had ties to the society,” he started, stepping closer toward you, “I made sure nothing harmed you including yourself. But when you clearly weren’t safe on your own, I had to take drastic measures. I’m so sorry if that makes me the selfish one, but God forbid I wanted to keep someone I loved safe and she doesn’t even believe if I love her or not. Don’t you see how fucking tragic that is?”
“No one asked you to help me.”
“I wanted to save you because I love you.”
“You took my freedom away. That’s not saving me!”
“Clearly, drastic measures had to be taken because you were always seconds away from doing something stupid!”
“Ken!”
“I don’t do anything to hurt you,” he said, “Do I?”
“…No,” you whimpered.
“I don’t strike you.”
“No.”
“I don’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“No.”
“So then why do you not believe me?”
“Because this isn’t real!” you shot back, “You don’t let me see anyone else I-I love or let me go out on my own. You don’t let me do anything. You have to do everything. I don’t get any agency here!”
“Maybe if you gave me a reason to trust you, then I would give you that agency you desperately craved.”
“That’s exactly it! If you loved me, you would trust me!”
That seemed to have struck a chord with Kento as he fell silent. Well, that was a win for you, for once.
“…I’m sorry. But it’s not that simple.”
Of course it was. He just didn’t want it to be.
notes. loosely based on @potatoandmeforever’s request, i already had something going (kind of) for these characters -- thank you for the prompt <3 it’s a bit short, but some of these might be expanded upon later!
