#kira yoshikage x reader

[rae-pss]

me when jojo's villains.

[yoshhii]

THEIR REACTIONS WHEN YOU’RE SICK

you went out in the freezing cold without a coat on, even though they told you to put it on

genshin impact + jjba | i missed a lot of characters sorry :(

he would laugh at you saying, “i told you so didnt i?”. he would tease you to no end. saying how cute you look wrapped up in the blankets, how he’s your personal doctor for getting medicine for you, and even laughing at your embarrassed face when he feeds you. he does enjoy taking care of you though, it’s one of the rare times he can tease you all day with an excuse. if you happen to need something he’s already on the way to grab it . “it’s a prince’s job to get whatever his dear princess desires” he’d say. even though you’re in a miserable state he always finds a way to brighten up the mood.

heizou, kaeya, childe, joseph joestar, ceaser, polnareff, okuyasu, mista, narancia, gyro

“oh dear…” he sighs knowing he shouldn’t be surprised. after all he couldn’t be mad at you, all you wanted to do was enjoy the rain. he chuckles to himself when you blush as he puts the spoon towards your lips. “come on my love, you know this is good for you.” the medicine is very herbal, he tells you how natural medicine has more benefits and blah blah. he gives a satisfying hum as you swallow it (pause), knowing you’ll be better soon. he still does everything as usual, going to work, making breakfast, and cleaning the house. he gets everything ready and prepared for you before he leaves to run errands. although he loves you there’s no kisses until you’ve recovered, he wouldn’t want to get sick as well.

zhongli, ayato, albedo, baizhu, tighnari, kazuha, avdol, kakyoin, kira yoshikage, giorno, bruno bucciarati, pucci, johnny

“hmm….” he acts like he doesn’t care even though he does. he buys anything you need and just hands it to you, saying “you can do it by yourself.” once he realizes you are too sick to do it he quickly takes things in his own hands. while taking care of you he keeps a straight face but is screaming on the inside. it was a perfect chance to enjoy being near you without making it obvious. he doesn’t mind taking care of you though. wait. he…is…taking care of you? and the way he is so close to his love makes him melt. his cheeks flush a crimson red, when you notice this and mention it he’ll just brush it off. “i must be getting sick because of you.” at the end of the day he’ll give you a kiss on the forehead, “you should listen to me next time” he hopes you don’t so this can happen again.

diluc, xiao, scaramouche, kars, jotaro, rohan, abbacchio, diavolo

he’s very sweet, always making sure if you’re okay. he will use words of encouragement, “i’m sorry you’re sick dear, but i promise it will be over soon!” he says as he smiles at you. he’s such a sweetheart, bringing everything you need in an instant. his bright personality makes you forget that you’re even sick sometimes. he kisses you and hugs you as usual even though you warned him you don’t want the sickness to get to him. “i don’t mind if i get sick as long as i get to kiss you!” he also insists he does everything for you. it’s like you don’t move an inch, not even if you need to eat something, he prefers if you let him feed it to you. he wants you to rest the best you can and get better as quick as possible! he loves you a lot and will always find a way to put a smile on your face.

venti, itto, jonathan, speedwagon, josuke, doppio

[joestarfoundation]

Jofoes: First Time. . .

Modern!AU. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: Happy Valentine's Day to everyone! Listen to Cupid, but not the Twin Version, listen to the original in Korean. Remember, love yourself more than anyone else

Jofoes x Fem!Reader

First time with them

Pucci, Funny Valentine: I think he would take you in missionary position, with your feet on his shoulders (or lower), slowly entering you. His pace would be slow but hard, his eyes would be fixed on your breasts, while he praises and degrades you <3 But still, don't even think about holding your moans, because if you do, you will be brutally fucked nsfw link

Both Dios, Diavolo: mf would be rough, and really, I mean it, he would be ROUGH. Yes, maybe it's your first time, before the action, he would leave several marks on your collarbone, neck, the occasional kiss, but he would focus more on intercourse. If you're lucky, maybe in the first few minutes he'll be gentle with you, but as time goes by... he'd end up fucking you hard without mercy, and very possibly degrade you. You must know that you'll lose your anal virgnity w/ him, so if you were waiting for him to enter your pussy, I'm sorry! nsfw link

Kars, Kira: In this case, his cock is so big, you would have to relax first. Here more priority will be given to foreplay, I think he would like that more than the action itself, but of course he's dying to feel your virgin pussy around him. There are parts of your body that he simply finds wonderful, and of course, there will be plenty of kisses. Once the action starts he's going to go hard, but it will not feel abrupt, on the contrary, it would even be awkward, in a good way, of course. He'd notice your bouncy breasts, and since you are his favorite person, he'd call you his goddess nsfw link

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[conellu]

Sleeping Together (literally) Headcanons

Vinegar Doppio/Reader

Kira Yoshikage/Reader

Rohan Kishibe/Reader

Sleeping headcanons for doppio, kira, and rohan. Nothing sexual, no pronouns for reader, Diavolo mentioned once for Doppio, no killing mention for Kira, and Rohan isn’t as much of a dickhead as he could be

also posted on my AO3

-human space heater, so much so that you have to sleep in the least amount of clothes possible -he will cuddle you and you cannot escape this -when he comes home late he wraps as much of his body as he can around you -sweats A LOT if he has blankets on -nightmares?  you bet.  please hold him. -will nuzzle his nose into your neck and place small kisses there -if you’re both going to sleep at the same time (which is rare), he wants to lay face to face and stroke your face gently -never there in the morning, sometimes leaves you lil notes with doodles, sometimes leaves you a voicemail, all depends on how urgent Boss is -needs to have white noise on at the very least, prefers to have soft music playing though -snores often, not very loudly

-dude is a fucking rock when he’s sleeping -doesn’t move, doesn’t snore (unless he’s sick) -will not go to sleep cuddling you but does not put up a fight if you curl up on his side (please do this, he enjoys the closeness secretly, especially if you snuggle up near him like a cat) -often goes to bed at the same time as you, very rarely do you not fall asleep together -you guys also wake up together, no extra cuddle time sorry -if you’re sick and have to stay in bed, he writes out a quick note and places it on the nightstand along with water and medicine -prefers little to no sound at night, white noise is the most he wants -will have Killer Queen curl up near you if he’s busy in another room and you’re already laying down -doesn’t mind small kisses before bed

-very rarely does he fall asleep at the same time as you, your sleep schedules (do not fight him on this, he will make you go to bed) -does cuddle you, arm around your waist and as close to you as possible -does not move after he falls asleep, poor boy is too exhausted -if you move he rolls over and that’s about it, feel free to be his big spoon when you return (he loves this) -is cold, please do not steal his blankets -do not mention the cuddles outside of the bedroom, he will deny it or say that you make him -does snore, sometimes loudly -does not care if there’s noise or not, when he’s falling asleep he’s falling sleep -would prefer if you guys were on the same sleep schedule but he’s aware that’s just not possible

[rougepancake]

Merman!Yoshikage who makes you feed him and licks your fingers clean between bites.

Merman!Yoshikage who keeps breaking into your house (through the window???) and you have NO idea how, but you keep waking up with him either hanging out in your sink or your bathtub.

Merman!Yoshikage who thinks he’s being slick when he grabs your hand and uses it to caress his face (you’re tired of his shit). Occasionally you do give him head pats, and he LOVES IT.

Merman!Yoshikage who doesn’t understand that the people in your village can’t know he’s been visiting you and leaves you big ass fish on your doorstep as a way of ‘courting you’.

Merman!Yoshikage who shows off his sharp teeth while kissing your hands, reminding you that he could tear them from your body if he really wanted to.

Merman!Yoshikage who enjoys bringing you swimming with him, and gets incredibly huffy with you when you have to come back up for air.

MERMAN!YOSHIKAGE WHO LOVES LICKING THE SALT WATER OFF OF YOUR SKIN, USING HIS TAIL TO HOLD YOU IN PLACE AS HE CRAWLS ON TOP OF YOU

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Yoshikage Kira x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I'd be lying if I said American Psycho didn't inspire bits of this fic. [ SYNOPSIS ] Against his better judgment Kira takes you up on your offer to grab some dinner after work. [ WORD COUNT ] 3k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, POV switching (though most of it is written from Kira's POV), he is so goddamn mentally ill, y/n is crushing hard, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, handjob, murder, angst without a happy ending.

Yoshikage Kira never intended to go out to dinner with you. He was already fantasizing about a quiet evening at home as he finished up his work. He could picture it so clearly: sitting at his dinner table eating leftovers from the night before, eventually making his way to the couch to watch mindless television until the early stages of slumber enveloped him, then he would drink a warm glass of milk and do some light stretches before snuggling up under his freshly washed linen sheets, sleeping soundly until morning came.

But for reasons unknown to him, he felt compelled to take you up on your offer. Maybe it was how you walked by his desk six times before getting the courage to actually speak to him. Or maybe it was your feeble attempt at acting nonchalant about it and how cute it was when your desperation trickled through.

“I haven’t had the chance to try shabu-shabu since I moved here and I cannot be seen doing it alone. Think of what that’ll do to my ego.”

He chuckled even though he didn’t find your comment particularly funny. “Find a time when no one is around and go. Then no one will see you.”

“But I’ll know I’m alone. Like, I’ll have to live with that memory for the rest of my life.”

“What if the food is so good you forget about that part?”

“Kira,” you whined. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“I can’t; I have to return some library books. Why not ask someone else?” He leaned back in his chair, trying to see who was still toiling away in the office. “Ah, Natsumi would be a good choice. I bet she eats food.”

You attempted to quiet your laughter with your hands which annoyed him to no end. Who were you to put yourself on display in such a manner?

“I barely talk to her,” you finally said after reeling in your laughter.

“I don’t know what to tell you then. Maybe another night,” he suggested though he hoped you’d never follow up.

“I’ll pay! Please?”

He sighed, denying a cute thing like you was too cruel. “Will you have me home before 8?”

You reached out and put your hand on his shoulder. “Of course I will,” you replied, your tone comically serious. “You can count on me.”

He brushed your hand off of him while making note of how gentle your touch had been. Your hands were a sight to behold, just looking at them made all his blood flow straight to his cock. He crossed his legs and smiled sweetly, trying to maintain a veil of normalcy.

Kira knew he would be testing himself by going on a social outing with you. But it wasn’t as if he was an amateur. There had been plenty of times he didn’t let his urges get the better of him, even when presented with the perfect opportunity to indulge. He was more than capable of exercising self restraint. Besides you were his coworker. Killing you was far too risky. That in itself was enough of a deterrent.

“Do you have somewhere in mind?” He asked.

You nodded. “There’s a place not too far from here. It’s a few blocks down.”

“Have you heard good things about it?”

“No, terrible things. A guy got food poisoning and died in the bathroom with his pants around his ankles. They say his ghost haunts the restaurant to this very day with his dick hanging out.”

“Oh I love that,” Kira said quietly as he shut down his computer.

“Thought you would.”

He cleared his throat and looked up from his monitor. “I’ll meet you out front. I need to take care of a few things before we leave.”

You nodded and strolled off, unaware of the mental anguish that plagued him. Kira glanced down at his lap, watching as his cock fought against the fabric of his pants. He slowly got up, careful to obscure his erection with his quivering hands. Dizzy and humiliated, he skulked into the bathroom and quickly relieved himself. As he squeezed the shaft of his cock he fantasized about how your disembodied hand would feel stroking his tender flesh.

“Stop it,” he mumbled, hoping verbalizing his morality would make it appear.

Misery enveloped Kira as he washed his hands. He was careful to not look in the mirror, unable to bear the sight of himself. He breathed deeply as he unlocked the bathroom door, pulling it open only to be greeted by your expectant presence.

“I felt weird standing around in the lobby.”

He couldn’t follow your logic, but your earnest demeanor was precious so he didn’t think too hard about it.

“Great,” he choked out.

There was a sense of relief once the two of you were out in the world, away from the office. The air seemed lighter, the lights not so blinding and unforgiving. He was at ease as he walked beside you, your hands brushing up against his on occasion. Your disruption was more harmonious than he previously surmised. It was wrong to assume you were a woman of strife and discord. You were more benign than that. You were like petting a kitten that had been napping in a puddle of sunlight. Your presence carried the weight of a reassuring hug. He wanted to melt in your arms and drown in your sweetness.

Everything was painted in a blushy-orange hue as the sun slowly set. It gave your face an angelic quality as it danced across your face. To say you looked picturesque was an understatement. Nothing could shit on this moment; nothing could annihilate his peace. He was sure of it.

“This is… it,” you said sadly, noticing that the restaurant was in fact closed.

Suddenly everything came crashing down. Kira felt like he was going to vomit into his shoes.

“What a shame,” he said, voice straining. He was convinced he could cry at any moment.

Your eyes darted around. “We could get udon,” you said, pointing at a restaurant across the street.

Kira spun around and nearly moaned as relief filled his chest. It was directly across the street, its existence a good omen. He could have kissed you for pointing it out.

“Yes,” he said, wiping his eyes. “We can get udon.”

You gave him a confused look. Damn, he must really love udon.

Dinner went well. You both ordered the same thing, but that was only because Kira wanted to mirror you and what he perceived as your moral superiority. You talked about work, expressing similar grievances. He rarely voiced his discontent to anyone, let alone his coworkers, but you disarmed him. Everything he knew and held dear was now flexible; he didn’t mind bending a little for you.

You upheld your part of the bargain and covered the bill without a second thought. He contemplated paying for everything while you weren’t paying attention, but you were too quick.

“You could have at least let me pay for half,” he said as you signed the receipt.

You smiled. “Nah.”

The sun had set and the streets were not bustling with as much life. The sidewalks were practically empty. Eight o’clock was growing near, putting Kira on edge. His confidence in his self control was waning. It was time to go home.

“Well I’ll see you on Monday. Thank you for dinner. It was nice.”

“You don’t wanna hang out for a little longer? Maybe grab some tea? Pudding? Anything?”

He clenched his fists, nails piercing his palms. Your company was now a burden to bear. He knew you wouldn’t make it out alive if you stuck around.

“You know you wanna have tea with me,” you purred. 

A playful grin adorned your face. It was true. Kira did want to have tea with you, but not like this. He wanted to be with you under the warm gaze of a perpetual sunset. He wanted perfection, but the circumstances made it impossible, sullying it all. The longer he was around you like this, the more he wanted to hurt you.

“I doubt anywhere decent is open,” he said firmly.

“We can go back to my place! I actually have this really good genmaicha if you’re into that sort of thing.”

Fuck, he thought to himself. I am into that sort of thing!

“Alright, a cup or two won’t kill me.”

“Me neither. Let’s gooooo.”

He could control himself; he could show a semblance of restraint. Maybe spending more time around you would let him realize your true value. If he liked you enough, surely he’d want to keep more than just your hand around. And it would be nice to have a friend at work, someone to make him seem like a typical guy.

He sighed and convinced himself everything would be fine.

And it was. When the two of you arrived at your home, Kira was pleasantly surprised by its comforting warmth. It was no sunset. But it was close enough, disarming him all the same. He made himself comfortable on your couch. You prepared the tea, blethering about your interests. He watched you intently, taking in every little movement you made.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” you said, placing a cup of tea in front of him. “But you have the eyes of a hunter.”

“What?!”

Suddenly he was trying to look as doe-eyed as possible. He couldn’t believe his mask was already slipping.

“It’s not a bad thing,” you laughed, nervously scratching the base of your skull.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god, don’t be,” you cooed as you took a seat beside him. “It’s not a bad thing. I—I, uh…”

You cut yourself off by taking a big sip of tea.

“What was that last part?” He asked, taking off his Valentino jacket. 

He carefully folded it and hoped the wrinkling would be minimal. He then rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to feel less constricted, a little freer.

“Uh,” you mumbled, staring at his toned forearms. “It’s, like, attractive. I’m saying that objectively.”

You were courting him in the shadows. He wanted to shake you and beg you to stop, to end this nonsense, to kick him out of your home for his predator eyes. All the time Kira spent trying to shield you from it didn’t mean a thing. It made him ill. And it wasn’t as if he could tell you to stop being flirtatious because it made him want to kill you. If you knew that he was a demon with a thin veneer of sanity, he’d lose you forever.

“Thank you,” he said, sipping his tea.

“I’m surprised someone hasn’t scooped you up already.”

“I don’t really like to make myself… scoopable.”

“Fair enough,” you said, scooching closer to him. “So, you’re not seeing anyone then?”

He paused. “I am not.”

You placed your hand on his thigh, fingers grazing the inside of it. He stared down at your hand like it was a grenade.

“I’m not seeing anyone either,” you said bashfully.

Kira felt like he was going to implode.

“You know… I’ve always had a bit of a,” you coughed nervously, “crush on you. I don’t know why. I just feel drawn to you.”

His cock throbbed under his pants, begging to be freed. His carnal needs were taking over. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually fucked someone, and seeking solace in your cunt sounded endlessly appealing.

“Is that so?”

You nodded and squeezed his thigh. His body ached for you, all of you. He wanted to have every bit of it in his mouth and cover your skin with his cum.

“I need you, Yoshikage,” you said, pulling yourself into his lap. Your hands gripped his shirt.

He didn’t know what to say. You were seeing him too clearly. Hearing you say his name made it all too real. But still there was some allure to it. Rarely did Kira ever feel desired and it was clear as day that you wanted him. It stroked his ego in ways he never thought possible.

“Tell me how much.”

Your hands were now unfastening the buttons of his shirt.

“I’d rather die than be without your touch,” you mewled, rolling your hips against him.

Kira felt like his heart was caught in his throat.

You kissed his cheekbone. “Let’s go to my room.”

He followed you to your room and watched as you removed your work clothes. Your body was incredible, delectable, and he wanted to consume it. It was like a sun ripened peach, dewy and glistening under a full moon. He wondered how it would feel to sink his teeth into your flesh, how sweet your arousal must taste.

Kira did the same, carefully undressing and making sure his clothes wouldn’t look like crumpled paper once he put them back on. His ego sang as you took in his naked form. He knew he was physical perfection, a body in the image of a Bernini sculpture. Your eyes were wide, eager, and starving.

You crawled onto the bed, resting on your back with your legs spread wide. He had a perfect view of your slick cunt, one that nearly made him drool. Unable to contain himself, he got onto the bed and buried his head between your thighs. He lapped at your folds, the tip of his nose brushing up against your swollen clit.

He looked up at you and watched as you grabbed your breasts, pinching your nipples between your fingers.

“Feels s’good,” you mumbled in a blissed out daze.

Kira gave your clit slow, languorous licks, savoring the sweet taste of your arousal. He found himself rutting against the mattress, desperate to feel some form of friction. The sounds of your breathy moans sent him spiraling into a pit of pleasure and despair. His urges were creeping around him, whispering in his ears.

I wonder if she’d make the same noises if you sliced her up a bit.

He closed his eyes and focused on kissing the inside of your thighs while he slipped his fingers inside you. Your moans grew louder, more comely, as he curled them.

“More,” you moaned as you laced your fingers in his wavy, flaxen hair.

Show her the real Yoshikage Kira.

“I want your cock,” you whimpered.

He got on top of you, his blue eyes lost in your haze of ecstasy. Lust radiated off of you, drawing him in. There was no way he could deny you.

He guided his cock inside you, tossing his head back as it was surrounded by the plush heat of your cunt. You locked your legs around him, clinging to his body like your life depended on it. He loved every minute of it; feeling wanted and needed was the best sensation in the world. He was sure of it.

His thrusts were languid and sensuous. Kira liked to take his time while fucking. He was never plagued by the overwhelming reflex to come as fast and hard as possible. He preferred to focus on the needs of his partner, slowly drawing out their transcendent moans. He was hypervigilant in his awareness. You couldn’t hide a thing from Kira. He noticed every muscle twitch, every gasp and groan, every gloriously enraptured expression.

“How does it f—feel?” You asked.

He didn’t want to speak. He felt safer with his mouth shut.

You tightened your cunt around his cock.

“Shit,” he choked out as he bottomed out.

You let out a deep moan and dug your fingernails into his shoulders. Your orgasm flowed through your body, replacing your blood with unadulterated ardor. Your sweet sounds filled the room, overwhelming him.

“I can’t,” he spat out abruptly.

He pulled his cock out of you and rolled gracelessly off the bed.

“Huh?” You were in a fucked out daze.

“I have to go.”

“Is this about the library books?”

He shook his head. “No. I j—I have to leave.”

“Can you at least tell me why?”

“I’m afraid if I stay I’ll do something to you.”

You gave him a confused glare. “What are you talking about?”

KIra stared down at his hands, hoping they would have an answer.

“There is something terrible happening inside me and I don’t want it to interfere with my work life.”

You sat up, your annoyance was tangible and took up space in the room. Your eyes were fixed on his erect cock.

“No one has to know.”

“But—”

“Come on. Let me make you happy before you leave, hm?”

His eyes darkened. “You want to make me happy?”

“Yes. I wanna be filled with your cum,” you begged.

He walked over to the bed and grabbed your right wrist.

“Jerk me off.”

“Uh. Okay,” you said, squeezing his swollen shaft.

Precum dribbled out from the tip, coating your hand and you serviced him. You didn’t look enthused, but you gave it your all.

“Good girl,” he choked out as his cock spurted cum over your chest.

Kira looked down at you, trying to memorize your face since this was the last time he’d see it. He would miss your goofiness and your sweetness, but living without it wasn’t impossible. Life would just go back to the way it was before, the way it should be. Home by 8:00 PM. A glass of warm milk. Stretching.

Surely you would understand why he had to do it.

“Whoa,” you said suddenly. “Wha—what’s that fucking pink thing behind you?”

He panicked and Killer Queen vaporized your body, leaving nothing behind. Kira fell to the ground and buried his face into the side of the mattress. The pain in his chest was sharp and raging. He wished he could go back in time and never agree to dinner. He would have forced Natsumi to go with you. He would have insulted you to your face. Anything to keep you away from him.

Kira was at a loss, alone in your home. He had no idea if anyone saw him come in or if anyone at the office knew you two had gone out. He cursed himself for being so reckless and began to sob. His hubris has gotten the better of him.

What a waste. But don’t worry. There will be another one.

Before you ask: yes, y/n was a stand user. Her stand was Baby One More Time and she could bring plants back from the dead.

[unhappytimeleaper]

This is part of my just random blurbs I post on the servers I’m on but no one understands so I’m forcing it on all of you.

Truly unedited thoughts. Gender neutral reader; no age is mentioned but the idea is reader is around Kei age.

This blog is 17+ please have your age in your bio or tagged; any ageless blog and below the age asked for will be blocked at the end of the week.

No warnings outside of yes, it is vague but it is still yandere and possible spoilers for part 8 of Jojo

Kira himself was weird. At least hard to deal with, his narcissistic nature and OCD being one side that you could manage, within small doses, but the other being his naturally cold demeanor made it much harder. Somehow, you did manage to keep some form of a friendship. It was always hard when you would bring things up, and he would brush it off or tell you to just cut them out. You had him; why waste your time with others. Correction, you occasionally had him; you knew he was fond of his own personal time and interests, plus sometimes you just need a break from his personality. Sure, it made him a little more grumpy when you called this out, but amends usually were made quickly, and you'd fall back into your routine with each other. In his own weird way, Kira knew she was more fond of you than pretty much any other person outside of his family, even if it was hard to tell. Something you probably only ever learn from his sister after his disappearance.

Josefumi always felt abandoned and left out less you were around. You checked in on him in conversations, invited him to plans, walked alongside him, and overall did your best to consistently remind him that he had value. Was it wrong for him to be sort of selfish when it came to you and how much you seem to want to be with him? It meant something special to have you around, even if only as a friend, and it wasn't like with Sakunami. Josefumi was, after all, who you always turned to as a close friend when Kira and you were doing your own thing. Although his brutally violence fighting was something you shouldn't forget, or could really as the aftermath of some of them had been burned into your mind, he overall was a kind and caring young man you admired a lot and took pride in being friends with. It wasn't hard to see his crush, a very apparent one, but nothing could ever come from it as soon as he up and vanished.

Enter Josuke, or Gappy, nicknamed by his two front teeth. An odd fellow who appeared from nowhere with what seemed no memories. Not to say he wasn't smart, but he lacked a sense of self and the world around him. And despite this. Not knowing who he is, who anyone is really, he notes there is something strange about you. Not in a bad way, but like your fates are connected. That he cares for you even if he doesn't remember who you are. And despite everything, those feelings from both Kira and Josefumi only seem to be brought more and more to the front as you spend time. There is no memory of who you were to them; they are all separate people after all, but the care he has seems deeply burned into his soul. Something he doesn't want to lose, no matter what it takes.

You knew this wasn't them even as you learn and piece together this was the two friends you had lost. Gappy was someone new, and you couldn't push the life you had in the past with "them" onto him. It crushes you to be around him at times, you admit to yourself. The loss of both Kira and Josefumi was devastating; after all, even with the troubling nature they both could have, you did care for them as friends. And Gappy himself wasn't bad; he had many good traits and was fun to be around, but it's not like he could fill the hole in your heart. But even with the distance you tried to put in, acknowledging to him it's nothing he did or didn't do, you just needed space. Time. One day, maybe things would heal more, and you'd be able to truly befriend the new boy.

Distance isn't possible, though; the feelings of Kira and Josefumi, even without memories of who they are, are ingrained in a way he can't understand or explain. Like an invisible string connecting those they held dear to each of his fingers, he can't see what makes them special; he just feels it to his core. And he can't let it slip away, let you slip away when you hold the secrets to his past and to the weird drumming of his heart. Please, just stay a little longer? His drive is relentless, and while he can play cute to keep you around if what it takes, he does have other means he'd be willing to try if you keep pushing him away.

[jojostylesposts]

Yoshikage Kira hcs ≽^•༚• ྀི≼

- well obvious hand obsession?!

- Manicures are a 100% on him. He will treat you like a princess to mantain those gorgeous hands of yours fresh and soft 24/7

- From expensive creams to spas

- Rings rings rings

- Expect lots of rings as gifts

- Expensive rings and expesive bracelets but those wont be the only things wrapped around your tiny little hands…just saying

- Would deff choose your nail color since he likes basic pearly glazed nails… his personal preference

- He imagines those hands of yours, soft long silky fingers wrapped around his…

- You would be in his head while he’s at work…naughty thoughts for sure

- Daily hand massages just for you

- Would do daily house tasks just so you don’t damage your precious hands

- Mans a man of routine and private by nature

- He’s quite secretive about his true identity and activities but won’t hurt you…unless you fuck up?? He’s still a villan..just saying

- Thinks about you all the time…in a more obssessive way I would say

- Kira’s quite straight foward and can sound bit harsh sometimes

- Mostly vanilla in bed since he prioritizes organization and presicion, but it can vary if you act like a brat enough and challenge him just to push him out of his comfort zone

- Very controlling for sure since he’s so obssessed with presicion

- Lunch dates together after work is part of the routine

- His kisses are soft, reserved and calculated

- Would suck and lick your fingers during sexy time for sureeee

- Oh, and add a littleslap too that will drive him crazy

- Again, please push him out of his comfort zone if you’re risky enough (who knows how he will act)

- Pull him by the tie and see what happens… spice it up

- Challenging him and pushing him may lead to a rougher side of him

- Definetly loves when you tie his tie just to observe how your fingers twist and fold the fabric

- Quite a narcissist. He may prioritize himself in bed and his desires mostly

- Overall, he would be very attentative towards you, since you are his new obsession, definetly an experience

[rzyraffek]

I recently started JJBA and I'm finishing Part 2 soon, but I literally fell in love with Baron Zeppeli from Part 1 and I was wondering if you could write some relationship/dating headcanons for him? I understand if you don't feel comfortable writing for him though since he's a bit older but decided to ask anyway <3

GUYS I DIDNT i didnt die yet i just had eee eee eee break from writing? I guess

ANYWAYS I am back and I give another jjba headcanons. Also yeah my dude is old but o my god he is a something else

Sfw, no spoilers, they/them pronouns

Another jojo dating headcanons (mostly zeppeli)

Baron Zeppeli

Dude 100% plays scrabbles and monopoly.

Gives s/o his hat when its raining

Gives Speedwagon and Jonathan dating tips (speedwagon doesn't belive him that he acually has a partner tbh)

Is looking for serious relationship

Tries to teach them hamon🥰

Invites them for fancy dinners when he has break from whooping vampires

Once ordered spicy chicken wings to flex that he can eat it without getting hot (he failed)

Takes s/o on trips with speedwagon and Jonathan too! Imagine this guy telling some dope ass stories from his life next to campfire or something

Has better hairline than whole britan population

Wants to have matching outfits

Cooks nice food😊 and when he makes sandwiches for himself he always makes one or two for s/o

Mikitaka Hazekura (aliem👽)

Dude is so pure. When he found out that he likes s/o he went to josuke for advice. This guy 10₩% pranked him, like "yeah yeah mikitaka humans totally bite eachother when they feel love" or something dumb

So expect him acting a bit weird (at least he has an exuse, he is an aliem)

My bro will turn into cat, if he finds out that s/o is a cat person😭

Eats anything s/o gives him, unless they tell him that its not food. At least he won't complain if s/o is a bad cook. My man ate napkin im sure your overcooked pasta isn't worse than that

Plase comb his hair, he will fall asleep

Dude purrs and does animal noises

Drank nail polish once

Bites them when happy

If s/o is very flexible and can do some crazy stuff (splits for example) my dude will br convinced that they broke a spine or something

Will turn into anything if s/o asks him

Kira Yoshikage

Dude gets nervous when yall sleep in the same bed

Definitely a cat person so if s/o hates cats? Break up 100%

He looks like germ freak, everything needs to be shining clean

Buys them hand creams, moisturisers, massages, ect. He REALLY likes hands you all (no way)

Wants to get married

Really doesn't want them to be a stand user, doesn't want to risk them panicking bcs there's huge naked cat in living room.

Cooking and cleaning together>>>

Bullies children online

Bullies children on streets

Bullies children in any public spaces really

Hes weird, 100% licks s/o hands/fingers

[queershed]

YOSHIKAGE KIRA X READER HEADCANONS!

god i love him so much <3 my beloved

warning for mentions of breeding kinks!

he 100% expects you to be a stay at home spouse.

he doesn’t want to mess up his schedule and routine by having to worry about if you’ll be home for dinner or not!

he tries to hide his… odd. habits from you

he still goes out of his way to pamper you and your hands

nail polish, lotions, manicure sets- he makes sure you’re stocked.

he loves you. so much.

absolutely the jealous type

if you want kids, he’s.. surprisingly excited?

he’ll tell you directly how bad he wants you to carry his children

he gets a bit.. extra. about it

he even takes time off work to care for you!

actually, if you’re even the smallest bit sick, he’ll stay home from work.

he always needs to make sure you’re doing okay, even though he loves your hands he likes it a bit more when there’s a living body attached to them instead of. nothing

he goes BALLS to the WALLS for holidays

he gets you the most expensive gifts, no matter how many times you tell him it’s unnecessary

[thatoneartistinthecorner]

😳

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BOTTOM YOSHIKAGE KIRA HEADCANONS — gn!reader

almost forgot to post this ajajajajajajajajaja- aside from the hand fetish, yoshi is pretty hot. it might just be my obsession with blondes lololol

cw; mention of murder, just overall feeding into kira's hand fetish

minors dni — 18+ content below

kira has considered blowing you up with killer queen and taking your hands as he normally would with his past victims.

but after experiencing what you can do with your hands, he decided to keep you alive.

his back is surprisingly sensitive, and he lets out soft groans when you run your fingers from his shoulders to his lower back.

he says that he doesn't like when you do that in public, but he doesn't lift a finger to stop you. he'll just stand there and take it, as he tries his hardest not to get turned on.

he gets turned on easier than you think. you could rub your thumb over his bottom lip, and he would almost immediately get hard. that's how sensitive he is.

yoshikage is into sensory deprivation. mainly visionary deprivation. he loves having no idea where you'll touch him next. it also heightens other senses—his sense of touch, to be more specific.

the slightest graze of a finger against his skin will have his cock jumping for joy.

he also loves to suck your fingers. if you're eating something that melts—like chocolate, he won't hesitate to lick and suck your fingers clean. unless there's other people around, then he would have to resist the urge.

he'll do it if no one's looking, though.

kira loves to be spoiled. his idea of spoiling being you jerking him off while he sucks your fingers. he loves it when you play with his tongue, too.

[yoshikage-kiras-slut]

You can't fall asleep despite following what your husband does to get a well rested sleep (you blamed it on this book). But it's a good thing he doesn't mind losing some sleep just for you, albeit a bit cranky.

Fluffy times with the one and only Yoshikage Kira.

"(Y/N), it's 3AM in the morning, what is the matter dear?" Your husband groaned as he turned to his side to face towards you. You were sitting up right in your shared bed, crouched over and reading a book. It turned out that you were a bit too invested in the plot and before you know it, it was impossible to sleep.

Of course, Kira did not like this. He took pride in his health and how he always woke up refreshed. He was a stickler for his sleep, and definitely hated to lose any. Typically, he would ignore you to continue it, if it wasn't for your constant shuffling in the sheets and your hushed bouts of giggles, reading whatever you were reading to make you react this way.

You glanced towards him, finally settling down your book.

"Oops, sorry, did I wake you up? It's just there was this part and I was just going to end it there- but..." You quickly changed topic, "I don't think I did anything to wake you up?"

He glared at you, violet eyes seemingly glowing in the dark. It's rather obvious that you did but you are trying your best to play dumb, which of course wouldn't work on someone as clever as him.

However, he shifted his gaze towards the book on your lap and you are hoping that he wasn't going to use Killer Queen to set the book ablaze because you were right at the story's climax. Before anything could happen though, you quickly but delicately ran your hand through his hair as you sank back down into bed. You could see his expression soften, and you internally sighed in relief.

"Don't ever let this happen again. I have work in the morning." Oh god, he really isn't letting you off the hook.

Smiling sheepishly, you turned to properly face him while moving your hands down to his face before holding his hand in silent apology. You tried to contain your laughter as you noticed Kira stiffen before relaxing again. It was always so amusing to you how Kira was so weak to you touching him like this.

You then proceeded to make yourself comfortable, still holding his hand and once you found that one position, you decided to close your eyes- oh you feel a weight on your chest- and immediately opened them. Your husband has just decided to rest his head on your chest, moving the book forgotten on your lap properly onto the night stand (meticulous), all while still having a firm grasp on your hand, which you had to admit was pretty impressive.

He then proceeded to plant delicate butterfly kisses all over your knuckles until he fell asleep, just like a child being soothed by a paci. God, he was so cute when he isn't grumpy or in a weird mood you sometimes find him in.

Pretty soon, your hand was free from his grasp and you placed it on top of his back, rubbing it gently before falling asleep yourself.

Ah yes, and just like this, you are spending another peaceful night with your husband.

[kujojotarolover]

Can you do F for kira for the flower yandere prompts thing forget me not?

cw: Yandere Themes, Allusions to Stalking, Obsessive Thoughts / Nature, Allusions to Kidnapping and / or Death, General Dark Themes not Suitable for Immature Audiences. Reader-Insert, Gender Neutral. Uncomfortable scenarios included, read at your own discretion! 18+ ONLY!

author's note: The Reader is a famous pianist in this, just for context. The story also takes place in Kira's point-of-view. I hope you enjoy this because it was very intriguing to write. These "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" were written and coined by @/nanasparadise . That original post can be located here. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is not a good situation! Stay safe and Enjoy!

PROMPT: Forget-Me-Not (true love): "It's like you were meant for me."

word count: Approximately 1.3k

You were just perfect. 

Kira Yoshikage watched you from the backdrop, blending in well with the crowds and crowds of men and women wearing the fanciest and most dashing suits and gowns they owned. Pearls and beads, furs and leathers, nickels and dimes, and Yoshikage lurked among them. His fingers laced and hands rested so camly atop his crossed leg, Yoshikage looked no different than the pillars of men swarming him. His outfit was so painstakingly polished, absolutely crisp and sharp without a wrinkle in sight. He fit in. 

But Yoshikage loathed that. He despised having to fraternize with the snobby men who would turn their noses up if they knew his day job and he definitely hated the eye-candies of women these men kept as pleasant company. This was not his place. 

His place should be up there, with you, by your side. Yoshikage should be standing to your immediate, a pleased kind of smile stretched across his face as he gazed down at you in fawning and in awe. He should be your loyal and dedicated husband, a man that would never leave your side and would surely never let you down. No, no. Of course not. Yoshikage could never do such a thing. 

It’s just a pity—a real, crying pity. 

You didn’t even know Yoshikage existed. 

This is, obviously, no fault of your own. You were only just a simple pianist. A beautiful human with the most beautiful hands Yoshikage had ever laid his eyes upon. A docile, demure, and shy pianist who never said a word and drifted through each passing moment. You didn’t socialize with anyone, lest they happened to be your manager or someone important or some goofy and snotty fan that idolizes you in the most foolish of ways. You stayed to yourself, to your corner, to your cut of the world. 

And Yoshikage coveted to be there, tucked away in your little privacy with his arms wrapped around your waist. 

But he had never even spoken to you. That was shameful in itself, but Yoshikage tried not to let it bring him down too badly; because, after all, the only thing one needed to do when times were tough was to just hold his head high and refuse to let any of his troubles get to him. That would only cause needless drama, and Yoshikage wanted nothing that would interfere with the peaceful life he’s built himself. So he would simply fantasize and daydream about you, endlessly. You stayed on his mind. Ohhh, you and that lovely music. 

You and those darling love songs that you dashed away on that sonorous and powerful piano. The swing, the move, the rhythm. Everything about your music sang to him and wrapped its gentle chords around his usually cold heart. The sway, the beat, the emotions. It was just too much and not enough at the same time and 

and Yoshikage fell in love. 

He’d seen you so many times. He’s attended so many of your shows, spending so much money on tickets for the perfect seat to get the single greatest view of you. Buying every single piece that you produced, every CD, record, tape, VHS, Yoshikage needed it all all all. He needed to own everything of yours that he could, needed to be able to pop in some of your soothing melodies and lose himself in the feeling. To float, to sink, to disappear out to sea as that piano clouded and fogged his mind with more and more thoughts of you. Yoshikage bit his lip and struggled to remain upright in his seat as the urge to just wallow down and trace his palms all over his chest became overbearing. The need, the want, the longing. It’s a pain. 

He groaned so quietly that he almost didn’t hear himself, but he still felt like all eyes were on him regardless. Willing away the pink that tinted the tips of his ears, Yoshikage refocused his attention back to the song you were currently playing. It was one of your older songs, the song that had first ensnared him and hooked him in and melted his cool, and a swell roved down his abdomen and he exhaled heavily out through his nostrils. He tapped his fingers in a row against the arm of the seat. Yoshikage’s eyes trailed over your concentrated features, memorizing every little dip and dimple before they traversed further down the stretch of your arm and landed on those hands. 

The hands that looked as if a God had descended from the Heavens to carve the mortal flesh himself. 

Yoshikage felt a burn in his body that he knew was deadly, but he couldn’t contain himself as he shifted in his seat and swallowed your hands up with his flighty eyes. The hands that had first caught his attention, the hands that had made him turn his head as he walked by so that he could really and truly see them. On the screens of each television on display at a dinky, cheap appliance store located in a low trafficked side of town—you were playing the piano. 

At the time, Yoshikage didn’t even know who you were. He watched you dance with each note, with each stroke of the piano keys. He watched the way your knuckles flexed, the way they changed hues at the strain of pressure and tension. The tendons, the curves of your fingers. Your wrists, the bones and the way they formed the skin above. How smooth and soft and silky and creamy they looked. Hands that Yoshikage would die to have to himself. 

Hands that made him slowly gravitate back to your face for a real good look. 

Yoshikage wants to chuckle now, having marked off the initial meeting as nothing more than the blushing and juvenile thrush of a giddy crush. He understands now that it was more than that. Yoshikage understands that 

It’s like you were meant for me. 

Yoshikage sighs a relieved breath out of pursed lips as he hears your song draw to a close. The people around him grow in volume, the curtain call approaching faster and faster and with each tap of fingertip to key, and they’re all so terribly antsy. Yoshikage is, too. Because, well, tonight is the night. 

He had planned this carefully. Each show he had attended, Yoshikage had taken it upon himself to study the staff and the structure of the venue. He knew the capabilities, backgrounds, and names of your two personal bodyguards. He knew the backroom, behind the stage, and every possible escape route in cases of emergencies. He knew the times, dates, songs, and VIP lists. He knew each and every person that would go backstage to personally greet you, receive an autograph, and maybe have a couple minutes or so of idle chit chat before the cycle would rinse and repeat. He knew their information, too, just to make sure no one dangerous was about to shake those pretty hands of yours. 

Yoshikage feels a boil in his blood, but he just grits his teeth and heaves it out with a muted cluck of his tongue. How dare anyone else think they’re even worthy enough to lay their filthy, dirty, unwashed, boggy paws on those angel hands of yours. He absentmindedly twirls the thick curl of hair swooped across his forehead and watches you finish the song. It’ll be alright. 

Because, after tonight, after Yoshikage waited until the very end of the fan-signings where he would surprise you with a little VIP visit after he so lovingly disposed of those pesky guards, 

you and those spectacular hands would finally be his.

[conellu]

My Heart’s A Rabid Dog Trying To Put It’s Teeth In You

Yoshikage Kira x Reader

Briefly mentioned: Koichi/Reader (platonic), Rohan/Reader (platonic/romantic)

Canon Divergent AU

Soulmate AU

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You didn't hate him, you couldn't hate him, he was your soulmate after all. Whatever you did to deserve such a vile soulmate in a past life, you decided, had to be absolutely despicable.

You hated him.

You hated him.

You hated him.

You repeated the sentence in your head over and over again as you watched him loom closer, eyes fixed sharp on you in a way that made you regrettably feel warm. You didn't hate him, you couldn't hate him, he was your soulmate after all. Whatever you did to deserve such a vile soulmate in a past life, you decided, had to be absolutely despicable. He wore a warm, faint smile as he gently grasped your hands and pressed a gentle kiss against your cheek. Your stomach erupted into butterflies despite your anger towards the gesture, face blushing as though you were kissed by someone who wasn't a monster.

He hummed as he collected the dishes, glasses, and silverware, content with his life while you sat in anger and disgust. Your body screamed at you to join him, to be as close to him as possible at all times, he was your soulmate after all. Your stand had made occasional appearances tonight, as per usual, as your soul did not care that the man you were fated to be with was a monster - someone who destroyed countless families and lives for his own selfish gain. Your stand mingled with Killer Queen, evaporating into nothing every time you got a hold of yourself.

You stared daggers into the back of his head as though by spite alone he would die and you could leave, no longer bonded to him. It would be a lonely life, your soul would call out for his until your own death, leaving you to cry and whine at night. But, you thought, that would be a more tolerable life than the one you were living now. Unfortunately, soulmates could not hurt each other. This was the only reason Yoshikage Kira had let you live. Part of you wishes he coduld have killed you, wishes he made your body explode. Maybe you could join Reimi after your death and you could help again, you could fulfill what you wanted to do before meeting his eyes.  You could apologize to her and everyone that you got stuck with the one soulmate you wished you never had.

"Now, now dear..." He started, tone edging on parental as though you were just a child and he had to chastise you. "I made sure our dinner was your favorite. Are you upset because I am to find a new girlfriend tonight?" His stupid smirk was audible, fueling your disgust and hatred for the man. "Are you jealous?" He asked, turning towards you.  he leaned against the sink as he took in your facial expressions, revealing nothing but spite and hatred for him.  He supposed it couldn’t be helped, after all you did have to witness Sheer Heart Attack render Jotaro nearly dead (you thought at the time he was dead, Kira correcting you during one of your many breakdowns) and him repeatedly slam Koichi’s head into the ground.  Even though that had been a couple months ago by now and he had made his own progress as accepting you as his fated one.

The sudden eye contact made your heart skip a beat, regardless of your own hate for the man your soul ached for him. Of course you were jealous, deep within you, you craved to be his only. The feeling made you sick to your stomach and he knew it. He knew that despite your utter, deep hatred for him that you loved him.  Despite him being a prick, seeming to get enjoyment out of toying with you, he didn’t enjoy the sitation at hand. You didn't have a choice and, to be frank, neither did he.

He wasn't extremely pleased with the situation either, anxiety and anger had pooled in him soon after he met your eyes. His world burst into color and he knew he was screwed. Soulmates cannot hurt each other, so he was unable to use Killer Queen on you. Even the idea made him feel upset, despite his initial want to make your existence disappear. Living each and every day with an empty pit in his stomach, his being calling out for you in a pitiful attempt to bring you back, did not sound very pleasing to him. In spite of it all, his anxiety and anger disappeared rather smoothly. When he strung you along to his house, your body light in his arms, he assessed the situation fully. He was, in a perverted way, living the life that many wanted. Few people connected with their soulmates at his age, not to say that 33 was old but most of his peers had long since met theirs well before their 30s.  He had gave up hope around the time he hit 27 of finding his soulmate, perhaps he already killed them before realizing what he had done or they died in some other situation. But to meet your soulmate and immediately be able to live with them?  That was unheard of, regardless of the draw that two fated lovers feel towards each other there were common practices they would have to go through before living together typically.

Life at home was a sadistic imitation of a domestic life, you stayed in the house and made sure everything was clean, put away, and ready for him while he worked. He would come home to a clean house and to you, his dear soulmate. He would give you a kiss on the cheek before going to work and upon coming home, your stands would greet each other as though they had been apart for longer than a few hours. You would ask him how work was, inform him of what was for dinner (unless, of course, he had to get a new girlfriend, then he would fix dinner for you), and sit in relative silence until bedtime. Your nighttime routines entangled each other with ease, of course you didn't have much to do given the fact you were away from home and your belongings so you had little choice but to bend to his routine. While you two did sleep in the same bed, you curled up under your own set of blankets as far away from him as possible. Without fail, you would wake up clutching onto him and before you were able to process that you were, in fact, disgusted with your soulmate you would nuzzle into his neck and inhale his scent, smile against him and plant soft, barely there kisses. To be honest, the mornings had become Kira's favorite time of day rather quickly. Before he knew it, he considered it part of his routine and looked forward to it subconsciously. Before he could reciprocate, or even tighten his arms around your form in a burst of extreme pleasure to his soul, you would yank yourself away and get up, starting on the day's routine as he lay and watch you for a few seconds.

You also were not a bad sight, before your eyes connected he had thought your form was cute, even if you were just a roadblock in his way, though he had since chalked this up to his soul knowing you were fated to be before he knew it. Your hands were nothing amazing, had it not been for you two being fated he likely would not have gave them a second glace. Overall, Kira thought as he observed your cheeks start to darken with a blush at the eye contact and softening of his feature, it was as close to a perfect, quiet life he had ever experienced and he was certain that soon enough you would stop. You would give into what you soul craved, you would accept that you and him were fated to be together, fated to protect each other and take care of one another. You would, in time, complete the final step to his ideal quiet life, giving in to your urge to dote on him.  It was not simple wishful thinking on his part, nor was it delusion.  Soulmates would always end up warming up to each other if there was any animosity, there were a few books released by couples who experienced a hard time accepting each other at first before they realized there was no use in fighting fate.

"As if," you said, looking away from the man. You could feel your cheeks burn bright as his expression softening as he looked at you, the urge to stand up and peck his cheek and smile at him nearly winning you over. "You disgust me, Yoshikage Kira." Your eyes focused on a flower pot as you chewed at your bottom lip, you could feel him still staring at you and it made your cheeks burn even hotter as embarrassment flooded over you.  You were certain he loved toying with you more than he loved nearly anything else.  It would be a lie to say that hearing his full name grace your lips didn't start a fire in him, a mix of arousal and anger burying itself deep within him. Your whines for him, whimpers of his name, replayed in his head without a second thought.

You two have had sex before, of course you had. You were soulmates, after all, and in close proximity often enough that sometimes you had to satiate yourself. It would never take long for either of you to cum, your fingers lazily in his mouth as he pounded into you with a grip on your throat. You would clinch around him soon after he would slip in, your slick pooling in your panties before he so much as got near you and either of you even initiated sex. His orgasm would come soon after, suckling and licking at your digits in his mouth while your other hand lay against his cheek in a show of absolute affection, absolute adoration. After having sex you would cry, he would leave the room to take a shower as your sat on the bed in disbelief at yourself. Sometimes you would throw up, so disgusted with yourself that you would be late getting into bed. Kira didn't reprimand you on those nights for straying from routine, allowing you to have time to yourself to digest what you did, things you said, your soft touches against his skin as though you loved him as much as you would proclaim at the height of your orgasm. Sometimes he would fall asleep before you returned, other times he would lay awake and wait on you despite his best efforts to fall asleep. You would come to bed, shaky and exhausted, falling asleep soon after pulling your blankets tight around you as though you would disappear if you could squeeze them around you right enough. The sight was enough to make his chest clinch even before he had fully accepted your combined fate, his body demanding that he comfort your sleeping form in some way. He would sigh and throw an arm over you, pulling you closer to him and burying his nose against your hair.  The first time he did this, it felt as though his body was acting on its own accord as he thought your behavior was annoying, but after he felt you relax against him in your sleep he did not want to let go.  His body wanted to protect you from whatever it was that was causing you distress even when that thing was him.

You would think about they would think, what would they say. You could see their faces clearly, disgusted with you. You could practically head their exclamations of disgust, of hatred, of betrayal towards you. Not just for being so foolish as to allow Kira Yoshikage to be so close to you, not just for you being too pathetic to get help (not that you could, your entire being was dedicated to keeping him safe and his being was dedicated to keeping you safe.  You had, on multiple occasions, picked up the phone to call someone to beg them to help you but you could not make your fingers move to dial), but for saying that you love him. That you love the monster that took away so many lives before you, that continued to take away lives as you lived together, that took away Reimi's life. You would sit hunched over a trash can while Kira took a shower and throw up until your throat burnt. If he exited the shower before you were finished admonishing yourself for a sin you were fated to commit, you would hurry behind him into the bathroom, head down and eyes filled with tears that dropped to the floor below you. You would stare at yourself in the mirror until you could no longer recognize your reflection as a face and saw it as just a collection of mishpas, misdeeds, mistakes that lead you to having Yoshikage as a soulmate. You would apologize out loud to your friends, beg their forgiveness and plead with them. You knew they couldn't hear you, of course, you knew the only being that could hear you besides yourself was Yoshikage who was sitting on the bed, warm glass of milk in hand and stealing glances towards the bathroom. He wouldn't say anything, what could he say that you didn't already tell yourself.  Speaking up in this moment would likely result in you becoming even more broken as your inner battle to run to him, to accept his words and touches, would be even harder.  Despite his own distain for the situation intially, he had grown to enjoy it when it was running more smoothly.

"Is that so, my dear?" Kira spoke lowly, taking his place back at the table across from you. You couldn't bare to look at him, knowing that if he held the same soft expression so close to you that you might slip up, you might allow yourself to indulge in the smallest affection toward the man.

Truthfully, you hadn't found the man unattractive physically. He was conventionally attractive, his voice like honey in your ears when he first talk before the battle began which caused an automatic shiver to run up your spine (which was, thankfully, undetected by the frantic Koichi because you couldn't dare have him even slightly pick up on the slight waver that graced your stance before you turned to face Yoshikage). Had he been someone different you would have unabashedly ask him to talk about anything and everything, his voice swimming around you and bringing you comfort despite the venomous words he spouted towards your short friend.

The memory of your eyes meeting kept you up some nights, still feeling like some unending nightmare. You watched as Koichi was beat within a centimeter of his life, stand unable to effect the adult man as he pummeled your younger friend. The scent of blood barraged your nose as you cried out, begging Koichi to get up, begging Kira to stop, begging Jotaro to get up, begging for anything to change. When he directed his eyes towards you snarling at your whimpering and whining and crying, time felt as though it stood still. The world exploded with color and your mouth was slightly agape as your eyes widened. His face changed in a similar way, snarl disapating into a confused stare with eyes staying transfixed on yours. You shook your head no in absolute disbelief, this had to be a nightmare. You were frozen with fear as he came closer to you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a sharp frown. Were you going to die? Have the shit beat out of you? Were you going to explode as Shigekiyo had? Could he even hurt you? You had heard that soulmates are supposed to protect each other, but as Killer Queen loomed over his shoulder- it's eyes boring holes into your own stand, you thought that maybe that was just some lie. You should have ran, should have ran and ran and ran away until you found Josuke and Okuyasu, telling them the grim reality of everything that just transpired. But you stayed, as still as a mouse that had gave up a chase. His hand gripped your arm forcefully, right enough for you to whimper and draw your eyes away from his, down to your arm. He jerked you up easily, your legs automatically straighting to catch yourself from stumbling. You didn't say anything and neither did he as you both seemed to consider your next move, to consider each other's next move. He moved with you roughly before you could pull away, dragging you from the sight with an angry sigh and slight glance down at you. "I can't hurt you," he said angerly, "so you have to come with me."

His words made your brain go into overdrive, suddenly all to aware of what he meant, of his grasp on you, of the fact you were fated to be together. You yanked away from him, breath shaky as you tried to fight back the urge to cry and scream and collapse into an anxiety attack. He had his blood, Koichi's, on him. A fact that made your actions even more feverish in an attempt to break away from his grasp. "No." You said, barely above a whisper. No to what exactly, you were not sure. No to the entire situation was what you decided on upon replaying the memory in your head. No to Jotaro seemingly dead, no to seeing your friend being beat and left in a heap on the ground, no to realizing how bad your soul wanted to grab onto Kira and wanted to never let go, no to realizing that you failed and that you could never win. Even if you had been separated, your body would know rest until you gave in. Even if Josuke and Okuyasu had got there before that you would have betrayed them without intending to.  Your stand would have made its life goal to protect your fated lover, acting without your input and acting purely on what your soul wanted.

His grasp didn't falter as he walked with you, eyes going between the road ahead and down at your form. Your head was down, tears threatening to spill over as your hand that wasn't connected to the arm he had a grasp on grabbed tightly onto your shirt. Your knuckles ached with how tight you grasped your fabric, but you couldnt let it go, knowing that if you did your hand would reach out and over to him. He led you to his house without too much of a fight on your end, your stand would disobey any command that you struggled out through quivering lips and your body so tired with today's events.  To say annoyance radiated off of his body would have been an understatement, he was furious at how today went.

You mind raced as you realized you wouldnt be going home, you wouldn’t be allowed the pleasure of gathering your belongings.  You couldn’t collect the many photograpghs that adorned your wall of your friends.  You had considered Rohan your unofficial soulmate, a title he sneered at but appreciated all the same, despite his demeanor towards you, you two connected on a level you hadn't done with anyone before. You never sent a title on what you were, if you were anything more than just friends or something more, but you enjoyed his company (and he would never admit but he felt the same). But the heat that rushed towards your face, butterflies that blew up in your stomach, and the urges you felt towards to serial killer of Morioh blew it out of the water as soon as your eyes met again as he led you into his house and sat at the table.  This was the first time throw up raced towards your throat, you felt like a lovesick puppy just in his presence and he viseably relaxed despite the thoughts racing through his head.

He hated to admit it and would never vocalize it out loud, even after he came to terms with his fated life partner, but in that moment he wanted to kiss you. His soul ached to cradle you as your blood shot eyes looked up at him, despite knowing that he himself was the cause for your distress. Finding your soulmate is supposed to be a joyous occasion, both sides experiencing intense euphoria and elation at the feeling but both of you were experiencing none of that. You looked younger than him, you had to be younger than him of course if you were so close to Koichi that you cried for him as though he was your own brother.  He would later ask how old you are, a question you answered while finishing dinner one night after he had a shift at work.  He didn’t understand why he would have you as a soulmate, but with the day he was having before your eyes met, he wasn’t shocked that one of the bratty sleuthers was his beloved.

Kira jars you out of your memories with a "hm?" as he reaches across the table to gently hold your hands. He holds them as they you are a porcelain doll and will shatter, rubbing his thumbs ever so softly across your knuckles. For a second your body relaxed, your soul at ease at your fated lover's affection, you nearly smiled before you pulled them away.  He held a small grin on his face, today had been the most you’ve let your facade drop and he figured it wouldn’t be long until you couldn’t muster it anymore.  You would greet him happily at the door instead of looking away, a genuine interest in how his day went (though nearly every day was the exact same, you would be excited to hear regardless), you would allow yourself to touch him, your soft hands caressing his face so lovingly.

"Yes." You say, arms now folded across your chest as you tried to stare him down. The action doesn't phase him and it doesn't work on your end, the eye contact making you feel a mix of emotions. He stands up and you rise from your seat as well following him as he goes to the door, an action you do of your own accord. You look up at him, breath getting stuck in your throat as you realize he's leaving and will be coming back with a pair of dismembered hands and he'll keep them until they start to stink. You tell yourself this is why you hate it when he leaves on nights like this and not that it's because you will miss his presence. He leans down, pressing a kiss against your lips and holds your shoulders as he looks at you. For a moment, your facade drops. Your hands hold his face so gently, so sweetly, so perfectly that has he not required a new girlfriend he would have leaned into greedily, taking advantage of your mask falling off. Your eyes soften and you press your own chaste kiss against his lips.  Your eyes widen just like they did the first time you made eye contact with him, shocked at your own movements as though they were controlled.

"I love you," he says, pulling away from your touch, "I'll be back before bedtime." And he opens the door and leaves before you could respond with anything. Your fingers gently touch your lips as you watch him leave.  You know you should go get a shower, but you cannot move.  His shadowy figure disappears as he goes on the prowl for a new victim leaving you fully alone with your thoughts.  You forced your legs to move to the bathroom, trying to focus on one thought at a time but it was impossible.  Your thought swarmed with him, with your kiss, with how placid his appearance looked as your thumb caressed his cheek despite what he intended to do after he left, with anger and disgust towards yourself and towards him.  

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HI CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE KIRA X READER(NSFW OFC) I NEED TO RIDE HIM SO BAD PSLPSDKDJSJX

ME TOO BESTIE OWKEJENEJWB I’VE GOT YOU COVERED

I wanna ride

FT. Yoshikage Kira

WARNINGS: Sexually explicit content under cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni. Riding, orgasm denial, loser yoshikage, teasing, hand fetish, light choking, light bondage, usage of “good boy”. NOT proofread.

“You know better.” You taunted, smirking as you pushed him back onto the bed. “What did we agree upon?”

His arms were tied behind him, and his eyes were lidded with nothing but lust as he watched you. God help him if he forgot what he promised you.

You knew he was going to stay quiet for the most part, but you wanted an answer out of him. “Yoshikage, you naughty boy. Answer me.” You saw his eyes flicker with longing as you began to undress, making your smirk grow.

“T-That I would listen to you, m-mistress-“ he whimpered weakly, his hips bucking up into nothingness as you tossed your clothing to the side.

“Correct. And what did you do?” You crawled on top of him, teasing him with your gentle touch. Kira looked away and groaned, his body tensing beneath you. With a huff, you slapped him lightly on the cheek, your hand reaching out and grabbing his chin so you could force him to look at you. “Yoshikage. Be a good boy and answer me.”

“I c-came without permission…” You smirked at his words. Of course he did. How could he not? You’d been torturing him for what felt like hours, so it made sense that he was going to cave in. You figured you’d let it slide for now.

“Well… since you’ve been so well behaved for me, I’ll reward you.” You grabbed his dick and aligned it with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself onto him.

However, you weren’t even able to follow through with your act, and caved as soon as he was fully sheathed in you.

He just felt so good, and the whimpers he let out weren’t helping your case. So, you lifted yourself off of him, only to slam your hips back down to meet his.

You pace was brutal, bruises forming where your hips repeatedly hit his. And he was a whining mess.

It made you feel good, to know that you had reduced the great Yoshikage Kira to a man who was moaning like a bitch in heat. The idea only excited you further.

“A-Ah Yoshikage~ you’re so pretty, aren’t you?” You leaned forward and wrapped your hands around his neck, squeezing gently so that he was forced to let out higher pitched moans.

“M-Mistress- ah- I’m gonna cum again-“ He breathed out, his chest heaving. Sweat began to bead on his brow, shining in a way that made him even more beautiful than before. You were simply entranced by him, and slowed down with a smirk.

“Now now darling. We’ve got all night.” You tightened your grip around his neck. “Surely you can be a good boy and hold it for just a little while longer~”