In a world where love is a curse, who will you trust to keep you alive?
❤︎ Synopsis. Trapped in a cursed realm where love is a weapon and desire a prison, you must navigate the twisted affections of deathly suitors—each offering salvation at a price too horrifying to pay. In Eclipse Paradiso, every choice inches you closer to either devotion or madness.
♡ Book. Forbidden Fruits: Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.
♡ Pairing. Yandere! Jujutsu Kaisen Males (Gojo, Sukuna, Geto, Naoya, Megumi, Yuji, Inumaki, Kenjaku, Shiu Kong) x Fem. Reader
♡ Headcanon. Eclipse Paradiso – Part 1
♡ Word Count. 1,698
♡ TW. dom + top + older yandere, non con, psychological torture, manipulation and conditioning, suggestive themes, fear play, emotional manipulation and abuse, hints at rough play and sex, psychological and emotional trauma, isolation, monitoring, lack of boundaries, non con kissing and/or touching, forced relationship, threats, BDSM
♡ Note. Due to Tumblr policy, all characters are all of age.
♡ A/N. Or simply put, if JJK became an Otome Isekai.
ISEKAI INTRODUCTION: “A Realm Where Blood Stains Roses”
You awaken in a world where the sun hangs low in an amber-streaked sky, its light casting shadows that writhe like living beings. This is no ordinary world but a fragmented reflection of your own—a world born from curses, stitched together by the threads of vengeance, despair, and obsession. You don’t know how you got here. You only know that this world is alive, pulsing, breathing, and watching you.
A disembodied voice greets you—a saccharine tone with an undercurrent of malice.
“Welcome to Eclipse Paradiso, the world where love is carved into the flesh and truth is buried under mountains of bones. Several suitors await you, each with desires too twisted for the mortal realm. Your choices will decide whether you succumb to the beauty of madness or tear it apart with your own hands. Will you survive, or will you love?”
The voice fades, and the ground beneath your feet becomes unstable. You plummet into the arms of a man cloaked in light so blinding it feels like staring into the sun. His grin is far too wide, his touch far too gentle for someone who could destroy entire realities.
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SUITORS AND THEIR INTRODUCTIONS:
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Satoru Gojo: “The Hollow Savior”
The world cracks like glass under his footsteps. His gaze, impossibly bright, dissects you with clinical precision. He is beautiful, perfect—a god among men—but there is something inherently wrong in how his voice lingers too long, how his smile never quite reaches his eyes.
“You shouldn’t be here, you know,” he says, a note of mirth tainting his words. His fingers brush against your cheek, and it’s as though he’s tracing the outline of your skull beneath your skin. “You’re fragile… It’d be so easy to break you, but where’s the fun in that? You’ll stay with me, won’t you? I’ll protect you. From everyone. From everything. Even yourself.”
In the game, Gojo is the untouchable savior—the route that seems safest, yet the one most steeped in manipulation. His protective nature spirals into obsession, and his light becomes a cage. The more you resist, the more he tightens his grip, his Infinite Void becoming your eternal prison.
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Ryomen Sukuna: “The Demon King’s Throne”
His laughter echoes in the air, jagged and cruel, as if the world itself trembles at his mirth. He watches you as a predator does its prey, his four eyes drinking in every tremor of your body. The aura surrounding him reeks of blood and burnt flesh.
“What’s this?” he purrs, his voice a low rumble that makes your bones ache. His clawed hand grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “A new plaything? You’re trembling. Is it fear? Excitement? I’ll enjoy ripping you apart to find out.”
Sukuna’s route is pure madness incarnate, a descent into hell where love is synonymous with submission. He demands everything—your body, your mind, your soul—and yet, there are moments of softness so fleeting they feel like hallucinations. Choosing him means becoming his queen, whether in power or in ruin.
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Suguru Geto: “The Prophet’s Shadow”
He approaches you under the cover of night, his smile a deceptive veil of warmth. There’s a kindness in his gaze, but it’s drowned in something darker—something ancient and unrelenting. He speaks to you like a savior, but his words feel like bindings.
“Do you feel it?” he murmurs, his voice a silken whisper. “The weight of this cursed world pressing down on you? Don’t worry. I’ll save you. I’ll cleanse this place, and you’ll stand beside me as the harbinger of a new era.”
Geto’s route is the cult leader’s labyrinth, where he draws you into his ideology, convincing you that his love is salvation. The deeper you fall, the harder it becomes to distinguish his lies from the truth. He offers you the world, but only if you become a part of his twisted vision.
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Naoya Zen’in: “The Silver-Tongued Tyrant”
His arrogance is suffocating, his presence like a storm that leaves destruction in its wake. He looks at you like you’re a possession, something to be conquered and claimed.
“You’ve caught my eye,” he sneers, his lips curling into a smirk. “I don’t care who you were before you came here. You’re mine now. Fight it if you want. It’ll only make breaking you more satisfying.”
Naoya’s route is domination veiled as affection. He thrives on control, pushing you to your limits just to see how much you can endure. And yet, in those rare moments of vulnerability, he almost seems human—almost.
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Megumi Fushiguro: “The Cursed Protector”
He stands in the shadows, his eyes sharp and calculating. There’s a quiet intensity to him, a sense of restraint that feels like it could snap at any moment.
“You shouldn’t trust anyone here,” he says, his voice low and urgent. “Especially not me.”
Megumi’s route is the slow-burn tragedy, where his desire to protect you twists into something he can’t control. His love is a double-edged sword—both your shield and your shackles.
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Yuji Itadori: “The Unyielding Flame”
His smile is disarming, his warmth a stark contrast to the darkness of this world. But there’s something lurking beneath his kindness—a desperation that borders on obsession.
“I’ll keep you safe,” he promises, his hands trembling as they grip yours. “No matter what it takes. Even if it means losing myself.”
Yuji’s route is the hero turned monster, where his love for you consumes him, driving him to make choices that stain his hands red. He is a man torn between light and darkness, and you are the catalyst for his fall.
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Toge Inumaki: “The Silent Enigma”
He doesn’t speak, but his eyes say everything. There’s a hunger in his gaze, a need that words could never capture.
“Don’t leave,” he writes on a piece of paper, his hand shaking. When you try to pull away, his grip tightens, bruising.
Toge’s route is the silent descent into madness, where his inability to express himself leads to actions far darker than words ever could. His love is suffocating, silent, and inescapable.
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Kenjaku: “The Eternal Weaver”
His presence is suffocating, a constant reminder of the strings being pulled behind the scenes. His smile is maddeningly serene, his words a symphony of deceit.
“You’re more fascinating than I anticipated,” he says, his fingers brushing against your temple. “Let’s see how far I can push you before you break.”
Kenjaku’s route is the puppet master’s game, where you are a pawn in his grand design. He orchestrates every moment, every choice, making you question whether your feelings are your own or part of his plan.
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Shiu Kong: “The Merchant of Blood”
The first thing you notice about him is the scent of smoke—faint and lingering, like the remnants of a fire long extinguished. He stands casually against the edge of a broken lamppost, flicking a lighter open and closed with steady, mechanical precision. His expression is unreadable, his grin faint, restrained, as if he’s already measured every possible outcome of this interaction.
“Well, what do we have here?” he says, his tone even and unhurried, each word deliberate. His gaze sweeps over you—not predatory, but analytical, as if assessing your worth with a detached curiosity. His eyes pause briefly at the line of your throat, but there’s no lingering malice, only quiet calculation. “You look out of place. Lost, maybe. Convenient. I deal in lost things, you know. For a price, naturally.”
He steps closer with the measured confidence of someone who’s never had to second-guess himself. When his hand brushes yours, the motion is deliberate, his grip firm yet impersonal, like a man shaking hands to seal a business deal.
“Let me guess,” he says, his voice calm, free of any inflection that could betray emotion. “You’re searching for something—an escape, maybe. It doesn’t matter. Everyone here is. But here’s the reality: nothing comes free. You stick with me, and I’ll keep you from falling apart in this place. Of course, there’s a cost. And I always make sure I get what’s owed.”
There’s no malice in his words, no overt threat. It’s simply a statement of fact, delivered as smoothly as a well-rehearsed pitch. His gaze is steady, cool, like he’s already factored in every decision you could make. To him, this isn’t personal. It’s just business.
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GAME MECHANICS
Each route begins as a romantic comedy, lulling you into a false sense of security. But the deeper you go, the more the world unravels, revealing the grotesque truths behind their love. The visuals shift from pastel dreamscapes to blood-soaked nightmares, and the once-charming dialogue becomes riddled with veiled threats and sinister undertones.
Every choice matters, and the wrong ones lead to endings so horrifying they feel like a fate worse than death. Can you survive their love, or will you be consumed by it?
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