#yandere kira x reader

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JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The Jo-Foes: Kira)

Note: Canon-typical violence and yandere behavior ahead. Nothing too detailed or graphic, but just a heads up.

Jealous Yoshikage Kira is even more predatory and calculated than he normally is. Very little bothered Yoshikage anymore, but sometimes his job at the department store annoyed him to no end. He kept getting complaints from management about ridiculous things, none of which were in Yoshikage’s job description to deal with. He knew exactly what his boss was doing. He was trying to shove his duties onto his subordinates so that he wouldn’t have to deal with it. Yoshikage just sighed and handled it like he always did: he sent the complaints to those over his bosses heads and went about doing his actual duties. He wanted to laugh at the thought of how angry his boss would get over being forced to deal with his own responsibilities. The best part was that he couldn’t be fired for it. He was just doing his job after all. Still, the man caused him unnecessary amounts of stress at times due to how insufferable he was. Though he was not as insufferable as the new intern. 

The young man was from some business school and it was very clear he’d never done any real work a day in his life. He was lazy, entitled, and unwilling to put effort into anything more than flirting with the office girls. All of that Yoshikage could ignore. What he couldn’t ignore, was when the intern kept flirting with you. When Yoshikage first started working alongside you, he didn’t think anything of you. You were barely a blip on his radar, but after a while of knowing you, something strange happened. He started to feel a pull towards you that he couldn’t explain. Yoshikage was no stranger to feelings of attraction and lust, but this was something different. After mulling it over a bit, he decided that his feelings for you could be nothing other than love. 

It made perfect sense. You were nothing like the other girls in the office. You didn’t spread gossip or bad mouth anyone to get a higher position like they did. You were charming, polite, and caring. You did your job thoroughly and dutifully. You did have your mischievous side, however and occasionally partook of mild office pranks. It was never anything disruptive, but oh how Yoshikage admired that little devil in you. It was cute. You were a calm, yet playful little kitty and with every day that passed he found himself falling for you more and more. You made him feel so calm and happy. Genuinely happy. Not just content or satisfied, but happy. 

The problem was that you affected him so greatly that he was unable to approach you the way he wanted to. To think that you had such a power over him. To think that the unshakable Yoshikage Kira became as shy as a school boy whenever he was in your presence. He should hate the fact that you have that kind of control over him, but it only made him want to laugh. The strangest thing about it all, was that he hadn’t even laid eyes on your hands before you started making him fall for you. He only got a glimpse of them once when you handed him a pen after he dropped it (how sweet of you). They weren’t anything special. Your nails were clipped short and unpolished, your fingers were calloused from holding a pen (you were always taking notes), and the skin on the backs of your hands was dry and flaky. Normally this would have been a turn off for him, but seeing your hands in such a state only made him pity you. You poor thing. It was obvious you were neglecting yourself. There was no reason why a girl shouldn’t pamper herself every once in a while, especially one that worked as hard as you did. That’s when he got a wonderful idea. 

Once every week for the next few weeks, you would find a carefully arranged gift basket containing all manner of beauty and self care products, especially manicure kits and nail polish. You would stare at them in shock and awe and Yoshikage nearly swooned every time he saw the blush on your face. Clearly you were flattered at the thought of having an admirer and the thought filled him with delight. To think that he made you blush! When you actually started using some of the polish and hand lotions he gave you, he was over the moon. He thought about putting some jewelry in the gift baskets, too, but later decided that it would be a bit too much this early in the relationship. To think that he was already imagining what your ring finger would look like bearing an engagement ring. The thought had him leaning on his desk, resting his head in one hand, and staring at his computer screen like a teenager daydreaming about his crush during class. He would have to snap himself out of such a state in order to get back to work. You really had no idea what you were doing to him. You were making it very hard for the normally patient man to bide his time and woo you properly.

He had already broken up with his current “girlfriend”. It didn’t feel right to start another relationship when he was already in one. Yoshikage was not that kind of man. He may have had many “lovers” during his life, but he was always loyal to them when they were together. Fortunately, things with his current “girlfriend” were beginning to cool off anyway. There was no bitterness between them when they said their goodbyes. He thought back to all of his previous relationships and noticed that none of them made him feel the way you did. (Maybe that was because they were only severed hands and nothing more, but that’s beside the point. Or is it?) He’d only ever felt attraction towards his other girls and little else. He felt nothing meaningful for them at all. You were different. He admired you, genuinely cherished you. He loved you. That must be the case if he felt so strongly drawn to you without being attracted to your hands. He found the rest of you to be attractive enough. He thought that maybe it was time to dispense with having only romantic flings and finally find someone to settle down with. If only he could get over his shyness. The thought of approaching you made his heart race and he had to make an effort to avoid chewing on his nails. 

Yoshikage had been mentally working himself up to talk to you for days now. He didn’t want to mention that he was your secret admirer just yet. That could be a fun surprise for later, after the two of you had been dating for a while. He didn’t know what he’d do if you turned him down though. The thought of it made him want to retch. On this particular day, Yoshikage had decided that even if he didn’t ask you out, he was at least going to talk to you. He thought that maybe you would think him odd if he just asked you out without ever even speaking to you before, so it would be better to at least talk to each other first. But before he could make a move, he saw that repulsive intern walk over to your desk. The low life had the nerve to lean over you and grab your hand! He made a show of admiring your nails before saying,

“Wow. Those are really nice!” 

You smiled up at the intern, flattered. 

“Thanks. I was going to go with a light red, but I thought that was too inappropriate for work, so I toned it down with one of the polishes my secret admirer got me.” you said, happy to have someone notice the work you’d done on your nails. It had been a long time since you bothered pampering your hands after all. You were very proud of how they turned out. 

“Oh? A secret admirer?” the intern said in a teasing manner. 

“Yeah….” you said, then turned in your chair to give the intern your full attention. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?” 

Yoshikage stopped typing. He lowered his head just enough to hide the fact that he was watching the scene play out between the two of you. How long had you been trying to find the identity of your secret admirer? Did that mean something significant or was he overthinking things? His heart was pounding so much that it was making his shirt and tie vibrate with each beat. 

“Oh… I might.” said the intern. 

Yoshikage’s entire body tensed up. 

“Is that a confession?” you asked, giving the intern a playful look.

“Possibly…” he said, returning the look.

Yoshikage was fuming. Was that disgusting little worm actually trying to take credit for his gifts?!

Your eyes grew wide in realization. 

“Wait a minute? Are you saying that you’re my secret admirer?” you asked. 

The intern gave his nails a non-committal glance. 

“Sure. Why not?” he said. 

You proceeded to gush over him and how thoughtful the gifts were and which polishes and lotions were your favorite. The whole time, Yoshikage was doing his best to stop himself from leaping over the desks and ending the intern’s life. 

That little bastard is lying to you! He thought. Why can’t you see it! Please see that it's a lie!!

Then something dreadful happened. You hopped up from your chair and threw your arms around the intern’s neck. The embrace only lasted a moment but it was far too long for Yoshikage’s taste. Unable to look at the scene any longer, Yoshikage’s eyes locked onto his computer screen. He’d been typing the whole time, trying to look as if he wasn’t spying on you and the intern, but his report was ruined. The whole screen was filled with one word typed over and over again: 

“DIE!” 

He gasped softly at the sight. He was losing control. Quickly, he deleted what was on the screen. He could fix it later. Right now he needed to get out of there. He needed to calm down. 

Or else he was going to do something drastic. He got up from his desk, making an attempt to look as casual as possible in spite of how badly his hands were shaking, and headed for the bathroom. He was ever so grateful to find it unoccupied. 

Once inside, he pressed himself against the wall and gasped for breath. He was beginning to hyperventilate. His breath was coming out in ragged huffs and it felt like his lungs were shrinking. His blood pressure was going through the roof and his head hurt so badly. His heart felt like it was going to burst through his ribs. He’d been angry before, but never like this. He glanced at his fingernails. They’d grown exponentially in only a few minutes. His claws were coming out at the worst possible time. He had to calm down. He had to! But he couldn’t calm down until he figured out what to do. He couldn’t lose you to that worthless bastard! He couldn’t lose you to anyone! HE COULDN’T LOSE YOU!!! He was so angry he was going to explode!!!

Explode? 

Explode…

Of course! How could he be so stupid? How could he nearly lose control over an obstacle with such an easy solution? He smiled and sighed in relief, letting himself sag against the wall. Obstacle? No. Hardly even that. This was merely a speed bump. All he had to do was slow down and roll right over it. He chuckled at himself. His heart rate and breathing had returned to normal. He still had a bit of a headache, but he could take something for that later. He pushed away from the wall and walked over to the sink. He turned it on and let the cool water run into his hands before splashing it onto his face. He took one deep, long sigh before finally reigning in his temper. He pulled some paper towels out of the dispenser and patted his face dry. 

He spotted a flash of pink and black in the mirror as he glanced at his reflection. Killer Queen had manifested and was staring at him in the reflection. That was odd. He must’ve summoned the Stand by accident when he was having his near meltdown. Killer Queen made eye contact with him in the reflection. He reached up with his hand and dragged a gloved finger across his throat. Yoshikage was stunned for a moment. His Stand had never shown any kind of sentience before, though he certainly agreed with the sentiment. Perhaps Killer Queen shared his feelings for you? He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but he supposed it wasn’t really a problem. 

“That’s right, my friend.” he said quietly so that no one passing by would overhear. “We’ll make the little rat pay for laying claim to something that doesn’t belong to him.” 

Later that night, the intern walked into his home to find Yoshikage Kira sitting at his kitchen table. 

“Kira!” the intern cried. “What the hell are you doing in my house? Get the hell out before I call the police!” 

Yoshikage smiled wryly. He glanced over at the smoking remains of the phone that used to hang on the kitchen wall. 

“You can try, but it looks like your phone is out of order.” Yoshikage said in a calm tone. 

The intern ran past him and into the living room, looking for his other phone, only to find that one in the same condition. He ran back into the kitchen and tried to run back out the door only to find it stuck. He pulled and pulled but it wouldn’t budge. Killer Queen was holding it closed, eyeing the intern intensely. The intern gave up on the door. He turned to face Yoshikage. 

“What do you want? Why are you here, Kira?” he demanded as he panted for breath. 

Yoshikage rose from the table, careful to slide the chair back under the table. He knew it wouldn’t matter in a few moments, but cleaning up after oneself was always a good habit to keep. 

“I’m just here to do a little pest control.” 

The intern blinked in confusion. 

“Pest control?” 

“Yes. Must I spell it out for you?” Yoshikage huffed. 

“Okay, fine.” the intern said, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Spell it out then. What is this about?” 

“This is about you taking credit for my work.” Yoshikage explained. 

“What?! When did I do that?” 

“Today, when you were talking with her.” Yoshikage growled, feeling his ire beginning to rise. “You lied to her. You told her that you were her admirer even when you know that’s not true!” 

The young man blinked and then scoffed in disdain. 

“So you were the admirer?” he said. “Oh my God. Are you serious? You came to my house to threaten me over a god damned chick?!” 

Yoshikage walked up to where the intern stood and placed a hand against the side of his head. The intern flinched at the touch and looked up at him in confusion. 

“W-what the h-hell are you do---- AAAAAACK!!” 

Yoshikage had slammed the intern’s head against the kitchen cabinet. The intern crumpled to the floor, clutching his bleeding scalp. 

“Ah! A-ah! You.. ah!” was all he could say. The room was spinning and the intern was starting to feel a bit sick. 

“Oh my. That’s a nasty looking bump.” Yoshikage mocked. 

Killer Queen hoisted the intern off the floor. His head was spinning so much that he hadn’t even noticed that something he couldn’t see was holding him up. 

“You seem a bit dizzy. Let’s get you some water.” 

Killer Queen dragged the intern over to the sink and bent him backwards until his bloody head was hanging in the basin. Yoshikage adjusted the faucet to line up with the intern's face, then reached over and turned on the water. The intern sputtered and choked as Killer Queen held him under the gushing flow. 

“Now, don’t overdo it, Killer Queen.” Yoshikage chuckled. “No reason we can’t play with our prey a little bit first.” 

He noticed the small smile the Stand had on his face. 

After a few moments, Yoshikage decided that it was time to end it. He reached over and turned off the water. Killer Queen visibly pouted and Yoshikage was almost tempted to pat the Stand’s head. 

“Alright, that’s enough now. We’ve had our fun, but it’s time to get down to business.” he said. 

The Stand perked up at that. He let go of the intern who collapsed onto the tile floor in an exhausted, panting heap. 

“You brought all of this on yourself, you know.” Yoshikage said. “None of this would have happened if you only remained content to chase after those water cooler harpies and left my darling alone.” 

“Y-yo-- y-you’re insane…” the intern gasped out after finally regaining some of his breath. “I… I’m going to tell my uncle about this!” 

“You’re uncle?” Yoshikage asked. 

“The assistant manager! Your boss!” the intern cried, feeling unduly brave for some reason. 

“Ah! Now the pieces have come together.” Yoshikage said with a laugh. “I suppose he’s the only reason you’re training with the Kame Yu administration team as opposed to cleaning toilets. It only makes sense that his nephew would be as insufferable as he is. You strike me as the type that never got anywhere in life unless your mommy and daddy or someone else arranged it for you. I despise parasitic little vermin like you and I’ll be doing society a favor by ridding it of your presence! To think someone as worthless as you dared put their filthy hands on my angel!” 

The intern’s face went pale and he stared up at Yoshikage in horror when he realized  the meaning of his words. 

“N-no! You can’t!” he whimpered. 

“Sorry, but only one of us will be returning to work tomorrow. It certainly won’t be you, because you are about to have a very unfortunate accident.” Yoshikage said as he looked back at Killer Queen who was just removing his gloved hands from the top of the stove. 

The Stand faded away, but not before sending a vicious kick to the intern’s chest, breaking two of his ribs. Yoshikage shook his head. He didn’t know if his Stand’s new-found independence would prove to be troublesome or not, but that was another thing he could deal with later. 

Yoshikage watched the explosion and resulting fire from the alley a block from the intern’s house. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply of the scent of destruction in the air. Never had a kill left him feeling so free and untroubled. It was like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders and he felt like he had just been to a spa. Now he had you all to himself, with no one to try to insert themselves between him and you. Though, you would most likely be distraught when you heard what happened to the intern. The authorities would deem it an accident, attributing it to a faulty gas stove. Poor thing, you were so sensitive to things like that. Having such a gruesome death happen to someone you worked so closely with, would no doubt have a negative impact on you. Perhaps that was how he could finally approach you? Surely you would need a shoulder to cry on? He could come to your aid as a concerned co-worker. 

Who knows? Maybe you would even let him hold your hand.

[likely-moony]

My Love, My Choice ~ Light Yagami~

My Love, My Choice

Paring: Yandere Light Yagami {DN} x Reader

Type/Word Count: Short Story ~ 3.7 kWords

Sypnosis: When a new transfer student appears at Light Yagami’s school, her life begins to crumble under all the pressure and work. But what happens when a kind young lad pulls her out of her misery but eventually develops feelings for her? And what happens when she doesn’t return them? How will he convince her? Or will he even try at all?

TW!!: Yandere-Themes, Yandere Characters, Abuse Of Power (Intellectual, Popularity, and Supernaturally), Mentions Of Death, Minor Character Deaths, Unhealthy Obsession, Force, Forceful Relationships, Mentions Of Threats, Black-mailing, Obsessive Characters, Unhealthy Feelings, Manipulation (Like a LOT, I mean- It’s Light Yagami soo…)

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Throughout your entire life, all the toxic people you’ve had to battle, all the snakes you’ve had to deal with, and all the two-faced liars you’ve come across, Light will always be the most manipulative, toxic, two-faced, lying snake you’ve ever met. 

But, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, even you and Light once had a somewhat normal relationship at first.

Strangers.

But it wasn’t like that for long.

Only three days after your transfer to Light’s high school, he was instantly intrigued by you. You were caring, principled, knowledgeable, honest, fair, and RESPECTFUL.

Everything about you caught his attention. Unlike other transfer students that went and came, you were there to stay. And again, unlike the other students who instantly attracted loads of students and made tons of friends, you struggled, to say the least. You’d try to make friends, only for everyone to ignore you. 

Each day, you’d show up to school in full uniform, your tie done perfectly, your hair combed neatly, only for it to go crazy by the end of the day.

Crazy due to you trying to navigate your classrooms around the massive school with nothing but the tiny and unclear school map that the school gave you.

Every Time you’d ask someone where you could find a classroom, they’d either laugh at you with their friends or tell you the wrong directions on purpose which caused you to end up in a classroom on the other side of the school. 

You’d always show up to class late, scampering around to ask a teacher for help. 

Light knew this, as he was in every single one of your classes, except cooking.

Light would always silently watch you every time you were in a rush to get to class, break, lunch, early in the morning at school when nobody else was there, and late after school when you’d stay back after class to clean up other peoples’ mess.

Light didn’t realise you were a part of his life until one day when you didn’t appear at school. Light only noticed that his eyes were searching for you when he awkwardly stood in the middle of the courtyard, unsure of what he was doing. It hit him that he was looking for you when another girl stood in your place. Light rolled his eyes and continued to his class. 

Every time the teacher would speak, light’s eyes would unconsciously travel to where you were supposed to sit.

Your seat was empty. 

That was the first time Light had ever lost attention in class.

“Light? Focus, please. Read the fourth sentence out loud,” Light was shaken awake by the teacher’s voice. 

Each period, Light’s eye continued to creak towards your seat.

His mind was fogged with thoughts about you. Perhaps you were sick? Or maybe you moved, unable to deal with the students at the school?

Light wouldn’t blame you, though. 

He knew you were weak. He knew you’d have to crack at some point. 

The thought of you having left the school caused a feeling to brew inside the deepest pit of Light’s insides.

He felt a slight surge of disappointment or perhaps if you could exaggerate it- even heartbreak.

As soon as Light’s homeroom teacher announced at the end of the day that someone would have to bring your homework to your house, everyone began giggling and talking, ignoring the teacher completely. Light glued his eyes to his book, trying to not look at the teacher, so the teacher would choose him. Somewhere within Light’s mind, he wanted the teacher to say, ‘Light, could I burden you to go to miss L/n’s house and give her the homework?’

“Light, could I burden you to go to miss L/n’s house to give her the homework?” the end of Light’s lips curled ever so slightly, unknown to him.

“Yes, sir.” 

Later that day, Light set out with the homework sheets that the teacher had given him and headed towards your house. 

It was a pretty neat house, considering the fact that you had only recently moved in. He looked up and saw a bedroom window, small flower plans and vies erupting from their pots. 

He didn’t know you liked gardening.

Light knocked on the door and you opened it, rushing to the door. This was the first time Light had seen you out of uniform. You were wearing your pyjamas with fluffy pink slippers. Your hair was messy unlike all the other times he'd seen you, but to Light it was cute. 

Light’s cheeks turned slightly pink as he gave you the papers. You frantically apologized for being a burden, as Light tried to quietly assure you that it was no problem. 

That night, Light went home and thought about you for a while.

A long while.

Perhaps even the whole night.

The next day, you started school again.

Light was surprised you hadn’t cracked yet. Maybe he might have been wrong.

Yes, weak you were, but you could truly handle the pain.

The very next week, Light saw you again, in your usual place in the courtyard, with a confused expression on your face. 

Light gave a tiny laugh at how adorable you looked. 

You had been attending the school for three months already, and yet you were still clueless about everything.

 Then, you did something that light didn’t expect you to do at all.

You had walked up to Light and asked him for directions to your next class. 

Light was, to the least, quite surprised at your sudden action. This was one of the first times, Light was able to clearly see your face. The sunlight shined over your face and gave it a hearty glow and the slight panic or worry in your eyes about being late made your eyes look glossy and beautiful. 

It was at that moment that light fell in love.

Just looking at your face caused a flurry of ecstasy to blow up inside him. 

He got butterflies in his stomach and his Heart began pounding like crazy. 

You were perhaps that one miracle woman that caused Light to act this way. 

Light Yagami, the smartest student in the city, perfectly put and civilised, cool and good at quick thinking was now struggling to form words in front of a mere girl. 

In the end, since you both had the same class, Light walked you to the classroom.

After class, you two exchanged numbers. When Light had finished typing his number into your phone and was waiting for you to finish, he looked at your contacts list. 

“Mum”

“Dad”

"Work"

"Grandma"

Those were the only contacts on your phone, which was unusual for a high schooler, considering that you should have loads of numbers, as you did friends. 

You must have been a truly lonely person.

And so, Light and you had begun to grow closer. 

You’d study in the library, and you didn’t have to panic about your classes anymore since light and you had the same classes. Even for your cooking class, light had always walked you.

Nobody laughed at you anymore, they merely just ignored you. 

During break and lunch, you and light would sit under a tree together and enjoy your lunch while you both chated happily.

If anyone had seen the both of you in your isolated little corner of the school, they would’ve immediately assumed you two were a couple, but that was not the case.

Now, at that point in your relationship, Light had an adorable schoolboy crush on you.

He smiled whenever his eyes caught you early in the morning. His heart fluttered when you laugh at his jokes. His stomach turns upside down whenever you smile his way. 

Light was head over heels. 

He’d silently watch you during class, lovestruck at your beauty.

Not only was he admiring you, but he was also watching and observing like a lion waiting to pounce at the other guys in the class who looked at you even slightly weird.

He enjoyed the fact that he could see you and monitor you everywhere you went.

But something that bugged him was you being in cooking class.

That meant that he couldn’t watch you during that hour since he had a different class.

He’d try to convince you to quit cooking class (which, by the way, didn’t work,) so, he did the next best thing.

He started dating your partner in cooking class.

Why would he date someone else when he was so madly in love with you?

Simple, so he could manipulate your partner into telling him about all the things you did in class that day.

Did she ever realise that the only person or thing light ever wanted to talk about was you and anything related to you? 

Absolutely not, Light had the poor girl wrapped around his finger. She was basically hypnotised by his looks.

But did the girl’s information quench light’s thirst to know about everything you do? 

Also no. 

Light needed to know, light needed to see, light needed to hear with his own ears and feel with his own fingertips.

The hours of the week in which you have cooking class became hell for him. He desperately desired your presence. 

So he simply continued to further guilt trip you about how lonely he was feeling when he was alone.

So when you had enough of the guilt, you quit cooking class and joined light. 

As soon as you left your cooking class for the last time, Light threw your previous cooking partner away, he didn’t need her anymore. 

Now, light was with you every second of the school day, and was listening to your sweet voice after school through phone calls.

But light wanted more.

He wanted more and he wanted it now.

What was his next tactic?

He sucked up to your parents, he dropped you off at home every day so your parents would see him as a gentleman and he would suck up to your parents a lot. His smarts, his family status, his student ranking, his manner, everything.

Next?

He moved your usual meeting locations, chatting locations, and eating locations all to a much more public place.

Why? 

So people would see both of you.

He arranged for the both of you to hang out after school or on the weekends in places he knew that other people from school were going to be.

He used his popularity to his advantage and began spreading rumours of how you two were dating but he did it so confidentially, no-on would be able to trace it back to him. 

In no time, the whole school was buzzing with chats about you and light. 

You tried to tell them that you weren't dating, but they all simply assumed you were a shy little girl. 

You tried to tell light to deny it, but Light seemed oddly busy. 

As soon as Light got the death note in the palm of his hands, he started by killing off the girl you used to partner with during cooking class. 

She was becoming a hassle to deal with, she even threatened to hurt you. Light would’ve killed her either way, with or without the death note.

Next, he killed the people who ignored you. 

He couldn’t kill the whole school, so he merely killed the ones that hassled you the most, and to prevent you from being put under suspicion and the danger of being taken away from him, Light had to kill other people as well. Teachers whom you were on good terms with, the janitor, and a few random passer-byers. 

That one math teacher who favoured you.

That janitor, whose name Light only found out for the death note.

Roy the leader of a gang that hassled you.

That BBBBB Molly who kept bullying you.

And they were just some.

Light was finally able to protect you. He’d smile every night at the thought that he was protecting you as a boyfriend would protect his girlfriend.

He was happy with just killing students but when he witnessed you getting molested on the train on your way to school, a nerve snapped in light’s head.

The world was a danger to you, and Light needed to fix it.

And so, began Light’s murder spree of criminals and anyone who would pose even the slightest threat to you. 

While light was dealing with issues of the death note, you were dealing with issues related to rumours at school.

It was weird. Light hadn’t spoken to you for almost a week now.

It began bugging you, but you tried to not think about it too hard.

It was only after another two weeks that Light had finally appeared again.

“So are you and light, like- a thing now?” A student would ask you as usual.

“No, no, I swear, we’re just friends,” You’d desperately try to explain. Where the hell was Light when you needed him the most?

The two girls began sniggering, “Sure sure, REAL CLOSE FRIENDS,”

“I promise, we’re not-” A large arm landed on your shoulders, pulling you back until a strong chest bumped against your back.

“Huh-” Light had appeared behind you, but he wasn’t wearing the usual happy and kind look, he was wearing an unusual smirk.

“Oh, thank god you’re here Light, now we can clear it up-”

“Yeah, we’re dating,” Your stomach sank and your heart felt a weird emotion.

“What-”

The girls let out excited squeals.

“You’re so lucky, Y/n-chan!!” One squealed, as they both ran away. 

But you didn't do anything.

You just stood there and stared at Light as his arm held you tight to his chest.

The very next day was absolute hell for you, The two girls had run around the whole school telling everyone that you and light were confirmed to be dating. 

All the guys you walked by had given you thumbs up as support with smiles and all the girls would practically smack you on the back so hard that your soul would leave your body, from enthusiasm. Then they would fangirl about you and light, calling you ‘the power couple’ of the school, before getting excited and calling you ‘lucky’.

It was a surprise that you actually even managed to get to class.

When you actually managed to get there, your eyes searched for light. When they did find him, you were enraged, you were confused, you were sad, you felt- betrayed.

You rolled up your non-existent sleeves and marched towards light. You usually sat in the seat next to him, so it was empty. 

“Light-!” Before you could say anything else, the teacher had entered the room and ordered everyone to sit down.

So you did as you were told, you sat down silently. Quietly, you did, but the glare on your face did not seem to leave. While the teacher’s back was turned to you while he wrote something on the board, you scribbled on your book. 

‘Why did you tell the girls that we’re dating?!’ You scribbled in messy writing before shoving it in light’s hand. Light didn’t tear his eyes from the board when you put the paper in hand, but looked down at his hand just a few seconds later. He read the note and smirked to himself, still not looking at you.

‘Answer me, goddamn it!' You wrote again and passed it to him. 

Again, like before, Light read the note, smirked and ignored it.

You were furious and couldn’t wait till class ended so you'd yell at him.

When the bell DID ring, light immediately packed his books and left class. Usually, he’d have waited for you so you two could walk to the library together, but it was different this time. 

“Hey! Light! Look at me! Stop ignoring me,”

You’d race behind him, trying to talk to him as he walked to the library. You struggled to keep up with Light as his long legs carried him to the library, quick with ease, while your short ones struggled.

When you two entered the library, you quickly began yelling at light.

“Why did you tell her that we’re together!? Light!” You followed behind him to one of the tall bookshelves near the back. 

Light reached his long hand out and caught a book in his hand before he pulled it out and began to browse through the book.

“I said look at me, light!” You pulled the book down, out of his view as light turned his head up to take a good look at your face.

Like a flash of light, Light made a fast movement and pinned you straight against the bookshelf, his book in his hand as the edge of it leaned against the bookshelf. 

Your breath hitched as Light leaned into your face.

“You were saying something?” Light asked you, your faces were so close now that his hot breath fanned against the skin of your neck. 

“Wh-” Light moved away and went back to looking at the books.

“Listen light! I don’t know why you told them that we are dating, and I honestly don’t care! Tell them we’re just friends right now!” You whisper yelled to him, yet he didn’t budge.

“No,” He replied, simply.

“Wha- Why not!?”

“I like you, so we’re dating,”

“I don’t like you! Listen light, I merely see you as a friend who helped me when no one else wanted to! I never liked you!”

“You’ll learn to... Eventually,"

“How dare you! I’ll make it simple for you to understand, I don’t like you, and I never will-!” Before you could even properly finish your sentence, Light pulled out a dark-coloured book.

Pitchblack with scrawny writing on it. It was labbeled as “death note’.

“What’s that…?”

“This, my love, is a death note. Any name that is written upon it whilst the name holder’s face is in your mind, they will cease to exist..." Light said

“Don’t fuck with me with that bullshit!” You yelled, pushing the book away. The other book that light was looking at came into view. 

'Criminals of major treason, 1990-2000’

Light opened the library book and skipped to a page with a criminal’s whole profile on it.

“Wayne york?” You asked. Light pulled out the notebook and wrote the name on one of the pages. 

"Turn on your cell phone,” And within five minutes, Wayne's death was announced. 

It was quite easy to convince you, so just a few more deaths were caused and you believedhim.

You looked towards Light with a horror-struck expression.

All that Light could see in your eyes was terror and fear.

“A-are you going to... Kill me…?” You quietly asked light, looking up at him with fearful eyes. Light was bewildered.

Of course he wasn’t going to hurt you, why would he ever?!

“What?! No! Why would I ever hurt you?!” With a gulp, you quickly picked up your bag with no other words and instantly left light, not removing your terrified eyes from his face.

The rest of the day, you could barely focus. Throughout the entire day, you could feel light’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head. Light had tried to talk to you but you simply ignored him out of fear.

Only when it got to lunch, did light finally give you a warning.

“There are consequences, Y/n... Severe consequences if you continue to act childish,” he warned you in an isolated corner of the school.

But did you listen to the crazy psychopathic killer who just killed a few people with no care, even if they were criminals? Hell no, 

Light told you that he would wait for you in the usual spot where he and you used to sit together. When you didn’t appear in front of him, Light had already begun making strong movements towards the school cafeteria with a terrifying expression on his face.

When Light had arrived there, he was furious with what he saw. You were sitting alone with another boy. The boy and you were chatting and laughing together which already made his blood boil. The worst part was that the boy was putting his crummy hands all over you.

So when a minute later, the boy suddenly got a heart attack and died, you began panicking. Your eyes strayed towards Light who looked at you with a cruel smirk. 

That ought to teach you a lesson.

The next period, instead of avoiding him, you sat next to him like a good girl and listened to him. And when school ended, he brought you outside and gave you a deep kiss that you couldn’t say no to. Then, he forced you to walk with him back to your home, and during this whole process, he doesn’t say a single thing to you, and no words were exchanged. When you get to your home, and Light is sure that our parents are also home, and can see the two from the window, he gives you a deep kiss with a threatening look which says play along with him.

He did it so your parents would know you two are dating. But because of how much sucking up he did to your parents and siblings, he doubted that they really even cared at all.

So the next day, after another torturous day of school with him, he comes to your home and tells your parents that you're dating and they happily agree to this engagement between you and Light because they trusted Light since they thought he was a such a smart and kind gentleman and everything.

And so, he’d eventually force you to start coming to his house more often and introduces you to his parents as his girlfriend.

Then, the news begins about Kira.

He’s constantly telling you that he’s doing all of this for you and only you, but your vision is too foggy to see his intentions.

Every time he’d splatter kisses all over your face, he’d always whisper the same two phrases over and over in your ears.

“I love you so so much, you'll never have anyone who loves you as much as me” and “I Love how obedient your being,"

Let’s just hope you’ll stay like this, light doesn’t know what else he’s willing to do in order to put you in your place next to him if you at up.

Hope you enjoyed it <3

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Welcome to The Love Club

We wouldn't be seen dead here in the day

Pairing: Yandere! Yoshikage Kira x reader

Description: After killing your best friend, and threatening your very life if you fail to amuse him, Kira acts as if there is nothing wrong. You're still recovering from the death of your friend even as he innocently prepares dinner for the two of you. Your left unsure what to do in her wake--that is, until your stand decides to make itself known.

Content Warning: Yandere, canon typical Kira hand fetish, non consensual touching, imprisonment, ask to tag

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 2002

Notes: WHOO a full year or more later and I finally continue this. Who would have guessed that by then, I would have moved to everything to this blog and become multifandom? I stayed up late looking for the first part to move to this blog, so that should post first. I hope you guys like readers stand! When I first wrote part 1 of this, I had a very basic idea of readers stand, but I've been doing a lot of personal writing lately, and it really helped me flesh it out!

Part: One | Two | Three

The evening came upon you and Kira far too soon. You felt strange in his house. Most certainly because you didn’t belong there. Because you knew something strange was happening with Yoshikage Kira.

What did Yuki find on the other side of that room? And why did Kira have to kill her for it?

“You seem awfully tense over there.” You can’t help but jump as Kira’s voice. He laughs as you compose yourself.

“M-my apologies…” You can’t help but let out a little sigh. “Forgive me Kira, but I find myself not knowing the correct way to act around you.” You admit, looking down to your folded hands. You couldn’t help but fiddle with your fingers.

Kira hums a moment, turning back to the food he was cooking. “…I liked you as yourself. Quiet, obedient…” He trails off a moment. “Do what feels natural to you.”

“Natural…” You repeat the word with a frown. Nothing felt natural to you any more. You felt as if one slip up would have you exploding into countless little pieces like Yuki did.

If he wanted quiet and obedient, you would try to be that.

Still, your mind can’t help but wonder. Kira had mentioned before that you were alive because of your stand right? Your fighting spirit… your will to survive… You really didn’t want to do any fighting. Not now, or ever. All you wanted was to make it out of this alive. What kind of Stand would that even result in?

Something soft brushes against your leg. You look down to see a cat is brushing against your legs. It looks up at you with bright green eyes. From all looks, it’s a tuxedo cat. You can’t help but smile at that. You had a cat like that when you were a kid…

“Hello there miss…” You let the cat sniff your hand. She does so, before rubbing her head along your fingers. “You certainly aren’t shy, are you?” You can’t help but laugh and run your hand along her back.

Kira notices you speaking softly, and turns to look at you. He’s surprised to see the cat. As much as he adored them, he didn’t own one himself. The food can be left alone for a moment; right now, you’ve become far more interesting.

“What’s this?” You again bristle as Kira speaks. While somewhat charming, he hoped you would grow more use to his presence. “A little kitty found it’s way in here?” He comes over to the two of you and kneels to the cats level.

“She’s not your cat?” You wonder aloud, looking back to her. The cat seems even happier now that Kira is here; she trots closer to him and rubs against his leg. Kira is happy to pet her as well.

As he runs his hand along the cats back, you feel a phantom touch run along your own back. You must be imagining things, though, because it’s only yourself, Kira, and the cat in this room. He scratches under her chin and lets the cat guide his fingers against her cheek. Again, though, you feel the very same touch against your own skin.

“U-um,” As you stutter, Kira turns his attention from the cat to you. “Kira, something strange is happening.” As you admit that, you can’t help but blush.

“Oh?” Kira absentmindedly rubs the top of the cats head. You can feel it as well and it not an entirely unpleasant feelings.

“I… oh, this so strange.” You can’t help but look to the cat with a frown. She seems to be having the time of her life, however. “...Every time you touch this cat, I swear I can feel it as well.” You try and explain the sensation but it still feels odd to say it aloud.

“...Is that so?” Kira smiles and rubs the cat’s head once again. As he does so, he looks to you. You can’t help but cover your cheeks in embarrassment. “Does this feel good, I wonder? She seems to be enjoying it…”

The cat flops to the floor in pure bliss, showing Kira her white tummy. Kira is happy to oblige her request, and reaches to pet her stomach, but you cry out before he can.

“P-please stop!” At your shout, to your amazement, the cat disappear before your very eyes. “O-oh no, the kitty!” In your fluster you feel tears meet your eyes.

Kira calmly rises to his feet, and you feel his larger hands gently take your own off your face. He gently rubs soothing circles into your palms. You look into his eyes, but notice his are focused on your enclosed hands as he speaks.

“There’s no need to worry.” You don’t know how Kira manages to stay so calm. “_____… I believe that cat we saw just now was your stand.” He blinks once, and finally meets your gaze. It’s as if he forgot your head was even there to begin with.

“My stand…” You can’t help but look down at your entwined hands as you think. “Like… like your Killer Queen?” He gives your hands a little squeeze.

“Similar but, a little different.” Kira smiles at you. You can’t help but feel it’s a little disarming. “Why don’t you try summoning her again?” He suggests.

“But… how do I do that?” You frown at him. “Before she just… appeared.” You try to tug your hands from his grip. Kira merely holds them a little tighter. You decide against attempting again.

“Well..” He pauses a moment. This time, as he runs his thumbs over your palms in thought, you can’t help but feel the action is a little sinister. “What were you thinking about the moment before she appeared?”

“What was I thinking about…” You repeat his words, retracing your thoughts to the minute before. “I was just thinking about how I didn’t want to die.” You freely admit the words to him. “I remembered you telling me that a stand was a person’s fighting spirit but… I don’t think I have anything like that.” I laugh a little and look at him sheepishly.

Not a moment after you speak, the two of you hear a little meow. You both bow your heads to see the same cat as before at your feet.

“Oh, it actually worked.” You look to her in shock. “But… my stand is just a normal cat?” You can’t help but pout.

“So it seems.” Kira finally lets go of your hands. Your happiness only lasts a moment, however, as he instead bends and lifts the cat up. You tense a moment, feeling her discomfort at being picked up but Kira is careful to hold her properly. “So, what shall you call her then?”

“A name?” You look to the cat in his arms. She’s the picture of content, purring up a storm in his arms. “My stand… a stand that can’t fight… that is helping me survive by making Kira like me…” She blinks at you with bright green eyes. “I think… Love Club is a fitting name, then.”

She seems to agree. Love Club meows at your proclamation, and you can’t help but smile.

“Love Club…” Kira looks to the stand in his arms.

So, it was this little cat that was causing him such confusing feelings, then? It would be easy enough to get rid of her. Killer Queen would have no problem taking care of such a simple stand.

But Kira had to wonder… was the stand a cat as a result of your love for cats, or because such a form would only further make him hesitate to hurt it? She truly was a stand crafted from your desire to live—a cat that charmed him into liking you more and more.

“Oh, the food…!” You rise from your seat and quickly scurry over to the kitchen. Due to his distraction, your dinner had nearly been burned. Kira couldn’t help but admire the delicate way you stirred it.

“Um, I think it’s done Kira. W-would you like me to serve it, or…?” You’re blushing again, you can’t help you. With him holding Love Club you can’t help but feel tense. Knowing what she is, what she was doing, and you could feel everything she did… you couldn’t help but worry.

“No, that’s alright.” Kira gently places Love Club on the floor once more.

To his surprise, you don’t immediately call her back, and the stand walks away from the two of you. She finds a beam of sunlight coming in from a window a lays in it. If one didn’t know better, she would seem like a normal cat…

“Please, return to your seat. You’re my guest after all.” You can’t help but pale as he says the words. You silently pass by him as he heads to plate up your dinner. You pause a moment by your seat, watching your stand bask in the sun.

“Why do I feel like you’re an odd stand, Love Club?” You whisper to yourself.

You can’t help but wonder. Are you and Kira the only stand users in Moiroh? Or… were there others here, like you? Was there more Love Club was capable of then charm alone?

Kira approaches the table with two plates. You quickly take your seat, readying yourself for one of the most awkward meals of your life. As you both settle, Kira watches you. Was he… waiting for you to take the first bite?

You look to him, then the food. You weren’t really all that hungry after everything that had happened to you tonight. Still, you grab the chop sticks before you with delicate hands, a take a bite of the food placed before you. It didn’t look bad by any means, but you’re surprised by how tasty it actually is.

“This is… really good.” Kira seems pleased by your words. You aren’t sure if you should say more or not. “Um… thank you, Kira.” At that, Kira finally eats himself. You slump a little in relief.

“You’re welcome, _____.” You still don’t entirely hate the way he says your names. Your beating heart betrays you. In better times this could have been romantic; how many times had you dreamed of this very scenario, after all?

But… these weren’t happy times. You wouldn’t let yourself be deluded into thinking things were okay.

Yuki was gone.

Kira was threatening you, trapping you inside his home.

And the only thing keeping you alive was Love Club’s influence over Kira.

So if he wanted you to pretend, you would pretend. You would play this little game with him, make him happy. If he wanted a demure little girlfriend who would do what he said… you could be that.

But you wouldn’t let yourself forget. You wouldn’t fall for his charms anymore. Yuki was dead by his hands, by his stand, Killer Queen. He did it with such practiced precision, so coldly, you had to wonder; was she even the first one?

“You seem distracted, dear.” Kira’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. You had been pushing around a piece of meat with your chopsticks.

“I’m sorry. I got lost in thought for a moment.” You look up at Kira and smile. “Go ahead and continue. You were talking about our latest project at work, right?” He seems to relax as you repeat what he had just said.

He continues talking. You try your best to eat your food. To relax, but with your guard up.

No, you wouldn’t be Kira’s fool. But with Love Club, you could make him yours.

You would find out the reason that cost Yuki her life. You would escape this house. And you would make sure everyone knew the crimes Yoshikage Kira committed tonight.

Because that crush you once had on him meant nothing. Anything positive you felt towards him died with Yuki. For her, you would survive. You would make Kira regret not killing you tonight, that you swore.

[targaryenluvs]

Would you be willing do to a yandere Percabeth fic? Even if it’s like three paragraphs long…I need to know what you’d do with it. If you’re taking requests or anything because I can’t find it but you also don’t have to take it.

— OUR BEST GIRL

pairing: dark!percabeth x fem!reader

summary: percy and annabeth would do anything for their girl.

warning: dark themes, obsession, violence

a/n: ik it’s short but here you go @lady-ashfade ❤️

you didn’t exactly know how you ended up between the two. whether it was by accident or by their design, you were always seen as the third in their relationship, not that anyone dared to comment on it.

you were the balance between the two, the sweet, smart, clumsy girl, in their eyes you needed protection. protection that only they could provide. it was one of the few things that they didn’t fight over, you were far to sweet to be alone. they were completely infatuated with you.

you were also oblivious to their actions and behaviour, believing them to have your best intentions at heart, of course they did! they loved you! they’d moulded you into needing them, seeking their presence and approval. you trust them, truly. everyone else around you, all the campers could see how defensive they were when it came to you.

“where have you been?” annabeth turned around at your footsteps, sounding her to your arrival. you frowned, “that poor demeter girl, she ended up in the infirmary after training. we tried to ask her who hurt her but she was too scared to talk!”

percy feigned concern, “that sucks. do you wanna swim tonight?” the smile on his face made you giggle, “cmon perce! she’s injured the poor thing.” percy held his arm up, “annabeth sliced me in training, i’m injured, why don’t i get the same concern?” he pouted as you gasped, “oh my god! are you okay?”

you quickly surveyed the bandaged arm as annabeth scoffed, “please i barely touched him.” you swatted her arm, “i’m okay, but i think a kiss would help.” you rolled your eyes before kissing his cheek, “cmon, let’s swim!” you ran inside your cabin, gathering your swimming necessities and clothes as the two leaned against the columns.

“you think she’ll talk?” percy glanced over to annabeth who was intently viewing you excitedly pack towels and snacks for the three of you, “nope,” she spoke, popping the ‘p’ as she stood on both feet, “but even if she does, we’ll make sure she doesn’t ever again.” she shrugged, free of worry or concern as she made her way inside to you, percy following along.

the amount of campers that had ended up mysteriously injured, almost fatally, for even approaching you whilst they weren’t present? too many to count. after more than enough injuries and bruised egos, the camp began to take a hint, you were off limits.

you were their best girl, and theirs only.

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

Hello! Omg I'm so excited you're writing for death note! Can i get a gender neutral reader who maybe helps light or saves his life by pulling him out of the way of a car or something, and he becomes fixated on the and kind of like dedicates his cause as kira towards them?

Of course, love . Sorry for the delay. Death Note has always been one of my favorite shows to write for so I’m a more then thrilled to fulfill your request. Hope you enjoy the story!

Innocence (Yandere! Light Yagami X Reader)

Trigger warnings: I don’t think there are any for this story, but if I missed one, let me know)

Light Yagami needed to follow his normal routine and arrive home. He only had short amount of time where he could write names in the Death Note. Light was cleansing the world, one criminal at a time. In time, he will become the god of the new world.

Although, one thing always troubled him. When he did in fact elimante L, where would Light go from there?

The simple answer was he’d continue killing those making the world rotten and Kira’s reign would prosper.

Wouldn't it be lonely ruling the world by himself? Light never paid that idea much thought. He would never find someone who’d meet his ideals and intellect.

What Light didn’t account for was someone special making their way into his life.

The teenager was in deep thought as he made their way out of the school grounds in the pouring rain.

Without warning, a force hit Light. His umbrella went flying through the air until it cascades onto the drenched sidewalk. He braced himself and closed his eyes as he waited for the fall, but it never came.

Light cautiously opened his eyes to see what stopped him from landing on the ground. The seventeen year old wasshocked to find a good looking high schooler holding tightly onto his arm.

He noticed they were wearing a uniform extremely similar to his own. This mystery person had to have be attending the same school. They were very attractive so Light figured they were probably pretty popular. If that were the case, how come Light couldn’t recognize them. He knew everyone in his classes and he was certainly popular himself. The teen contemplated over the idea that they could be a transfer but Light came to the conclusion that that couldn’t have been the case. He’d be most likely been asked to show them around. The teen would nevee forget a persons face that was constructed like a god/goddess.

Once Light regained his composure, ( Reader) let go of him and leaned down to pick up Light’s discarded umbrella. They handed it out towards him and released an apologetic smile.

Once Light held the umbrella, the other person gave a low bow. They spoke softy, but Light could still hear them over the pitter patter of the rain.

“Please forgive me, Yagami-san. I apologize for hurting you. A car was swerving and looked like it was heading straight towards you.”

(Reader) was terrified to look up from their position. They’d figure Light would simply glare and start to reprimand them. They didn’t have much experience with popular kids.

“Oh, It’s alright, uh…” The teen trailed off, hoping the other would finish his sentence.

“(Reader’s full name).”

“That was very brave of you.” (Reader) looked up at him, puzzled.

“Thank you, but I’m sure anyone would of helped you. I’m no one special.”

“I’m not so certain of that.” Light smiled a bit.

Reader simply nodded in response. The teen expected that to be the end of their discussion with Light Yagami but he did something that shocked them.

Light held out the umbrella so it was protecting both (Reader) and himself from the downpour. This small act of kindness meant the world to (Reader), as they tended to always be ignored by their peers.

The high schooler motion for them to walk together.

How could they possibly refuse Light’s offer without looking rude? If Light Yagami thought (Reader) was rude then they could kiss the days of being a nobody goodbye. They didn’t know much about the teenage boy besides the fact that he was popular and top of the class in terms of intelligence. (Reader) feared they would become the topic of what those kids whisper in the hallway. They’d become the focus of their cold glares.

So they walked with Light.

The two students made causal conversation as they made their way down the street. At first it was awkward but soon they were joking with each other as if they were old friends. Light found out that (Reader) was in almost all of his classes. They explained how they tended ti keep quiet and lurk in the background.

Each word (reader) spoke, resulted in Light coming to the conclusion that made the type of person that Kira was trying to protect.

They were good,hard working, honest and most of all innocent.

He needed to protect them. No, Kira would protect (Reader) and those like them.

He may of just found his partner. Someone to rule the world with him.

“I can’t wait to make you mine, (Reader).” Light muttered to himself.

(Reader) pretended to be oblivious to what her new acquaintance said but in truth, they heard him and they didn’t know what to think.

[aphroditelovesu]

Which one would be a worse yandere? Light or L? 🥰

It depends.

If it's Light without the Death Note, when he's not Kira, the most dangerous would be L because he's a first-hand stalker. Light would be very manipulative, but he would be practically harmless without the notebook.

Now, if he has already become Kira, he would be the most dangerous and the scariest. He can literally kill a person just by knowing their name and face, so yes, Light would be the worst. Especially with his God complex and his overwhelming possessiveness.

Kira would have no problem killing anyone who looks the wrong way or even his darling's friends and family to keep them for himself. He should only kill criminals, but they are criminals if they are trying to take away a God's partner.

L is easier to deal with because he would hardly kill anyone, he could, but it would only be if he really had no option. He's not that easy to manipulate, but L has his soft side for his darling and would never hurt them or the people around them. Maybe sending them to prison would be enough for our detective.

[msuchiha]

YANDERE ANIME CHARACTERS X Female!READER!

Auther note - my simp ass just had this thought of making a yandere headcanons hehe!(^～^;)ゞ

Warning:- Dark themes, Mention of abuse, Female Reader , Random anime characters!

Kisuke Urahara :-

• You two met when you and Rukia went to get Rukia's order.

• Since you and Rukia gave your power to Ichigo it makes easier for him to kidnap you.

• He usually calls you ‘Doll’ and ‘Baby girl’.

• He manages to convince you that he just wants the best for you.

• You eventually warmed up to him and started loving him back.

• He usually watches Disney movies with you, your favourite one is the lion king.

• He doesn't lock you up in room, but stalks you when he's even a little suspicious.

• When someone tries to flirt with you they ‘Mysteriously’ disappear next day.

Hisoka Morow:-

• I feel like hisoka would be a possesive and obsessive yandere.

• Also, i don't think he would hit his darling unless he just snapped or got too mad at her escape attempts.

• If he has you locked up, no one could ever save you even gon or killua can't save you.

• You'd have to eventually accept your fate.

• Once you accept his love, he would let you have some more freedom but will never let you out by yourself.

Kakashi Hatake:-

• Kakashi is a possesive yandere.

• Even after being so possesive, he would NEVER EVER hit his darling.

• Because he has lost so many people's in his life, he would do almost anything or everything to protect you.

• He'd definitely keep you locked up in your house because liks he said “It's for your own good” (ofcourse you're hokage's darling)

• He will never force his love on you (he's a sweet yandere afterall).

• You'll eventually fall in love with his sweetness.

Kai Chisaki (Overhoul):-

• Super possesive (You already know lol).

• He may even hit his S/o if she try to escape. She tried to climp the window? Well, she better run!

• She and Eri would also get close, like mother and daughter.

• When the hero's went to save Eri, they'd tried to save you as well.

• During the battle vs hero's, he'd try to save you more than he'd try to save Eri.

• During his stay in the tartus he'd only think about you and only you.

• If he escapes, you better run because he will do anything to find you.

Light Yagami (Kira):-

• He'd kidnap you after a week or two of knowing you.

• He'd do anything he can to make sure L and Misa don't find out who you are.

• When you first saw him, you thought there is no way in hell that he's kira, but after knowing him better you realised that he was the mastermind behind all the murders.

• He'll be most possesive of them all, trust me!

• He keeps you on his basement and checks on you every day.

• He says he is only doing it to keep you safe.

• He whispers words like “I love you Y/n” Or “You'll soon fall for me too”. (Well, he isn't wrong, is he?)

[spicyicetea]

Side note from the current Yandere JJBAx reader I’m working on but still JJBA related. I’m currently watching part 4 and I just love everyone.

So here are my opinions on them and some relationship headcannons

Not all characters have relationship stuff-

Jotaro

I love how Jotaro is still himself but just… feels slightly baby girled. I also love how the first thing we properly see of him in part 4 is him 1- pitying a turtle 2-sucker punching Josuke moments later. With that being said, he’d totally be smitten for you. I may joke on how others are simps, this is my number one simp choice.

You probably didn’t obsess over him like the girls when he was younger but actually talk to him like a person, not just a set of hot muscles. He does like it when you talk about his hot muscles though ok… play your cards right and he might let you touch, but don’t tease him or he’ll back away. But, once you’re official, I feel like he’d quite like witty banter and teasing from his partner, as long as it’s clear you’re joking. No joke, probably fell for you after you mentioned a random fish/ocean creature fact.

“Huh? Oh you’re reading about starfish? I like starfish, even though they’re not actually a fish.”

“Marry me-“ “huh, what did you-“ “good grief, I said nothing…” 10/10 on my way to marry him as we speak.

Josuke

Josuke, I wasn’t sure if I’d like him at first but he is my baby no.2. He’s such a sweetheart, so dependable. Just his reaction any time his friends are in danger is just perfect. Plus I love his mom. The way he’d defend your honour like he defends his hair. Anyone say anything out of pocket about you and they’re dealing with your very powerful boy. Totally brags to you about how he’s Jotaro’s uncle and that Jotaro asks for his help on missions soooo often. But then later asks Jotaro for date ideas and advice because he’s older. My man is a romantic at heart you can’t lie to me. 10/10 would make dinner for him and baby him.

Koichi

Although Koichi isn’t my type personally, he’s such a cutie patootie. He’s so sweet and genuine that I imagine he’d just be a darling to eat lunch with and talk about your favourite shows or manga. 10/10, would walk with you too and from school.

Okuyasu

Okuyasu… he is my baby. He’s stupid, strong and has a heart of gold despite looking like a delinquent… you guys can’t lie to me that is definition of a Himbo. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t drag you out on every little adventure he could with him and the others. He’d have you wearing his jacket when it’s cold and if you already have one he’d insist his is warmer and then wear yours so you can have his. Dinner dates at Tonio’s. Yeah 10/10 he might be a menace sometimes but he’d fight for you. Use your scary dog privilege wisely.

Speaking of Tonio… only slutty men know how to cook. (/J) 10/10 I love him, underrated husband.

Rohan is a self centred jerk… I’m going to aggressively make out with him and you can’t stop me. 10/10 (sorry I’ve only seen like 2 episodes with him so I don’t have much commentary)

I’ve only just gotten to the episode where we see him pulling up to his house after nearly hitting Koichi so I can’t really report on Kira yet… but a man who carries an arm around… yeah smash- 10/10 psychotic asshole.

[yoshhii]

some yandere vampire kira hcs

vampire!kira who became completely and obsessively fascinated with you from the moment he laid his eyes on you (and your hands). your mere presence would consume his thoughts.

vampire!kira who would meticulously observe every detail of your life, learning your daily routine, favorite places, and even your friends and family, all from the shadows.

vampire!kira who would take his role as your “protector” to an extreme level, eliminating anyone he perceives as a threat to you, even if they're innocent.

vampire!kira who will leave anonymous love letters or cryptic messages, to let you know that you’re always on his mind.

vampire!kira who would go to great lengths to steal moments alone with you, often showing up unexpectedly or using his stand, killer queen, to create opportunities.

vampire!kira would maintain a calm, collected facade around you, but his inner yandere nature would emerge when he believes someone is trying to take you away.

vampire!kira would leave presents, sometimes with dangerous surprises, as symbols of his affection, hoping to see your reaction to his "thoughtfulness."

vampire!kira who would use his charisma and charm to manipulate those around the you, ensuring that you stay isolated and dependent on him.

vampire!kira who doesn’t like any attention you give to others, whether intentional or not, would trigger intense jealousy and potentially violent outbursts from him.

vampire!kira who doesn’t want to hurt you, so he goes and kills other women to drink their blood instead.

vampire!kira who might see you as the key to eternal life, aiming to turn you into a vampire so you can be together forever, in his twisted view of "forever love."

[princelylove]

Thank you your highness for answering all my questions on ranking yandere Joestar and Jobros. This time, can I ask for the Jofoe too? I can't rank them myself because all of them are so dangerous, I seriously see all of them have equal rank.

I'd love to hear your opinion on this, please enlighten me with your knowledge my prince ~

~ 🏵️ anon ~

I just realized I forgot funny valentine. That's on me. Oops. I don't know, have you considered just... not being american? Super easy to avoid him just get on a boat and don't come back. Kidding, I'll write something serious for him later on. They're all bad, but a general easiest to hardest:

Doppio is a hard worker. He devotes a good chunk of his time to carrying out orders for the boss, he doesn’t really have time for a darling, but… Boss will allow him to have a crush. It’s a little treat. As long as Doppio keeps his distance, it’s harmless. He spends his weekends following his darling around- he asks Diavolo to look into you for a little reward. He does well on a couple of jobs in a row? Here’s your favorite color, and what you wear for pajamas most nights. Doppio has a lot of self control, he’s not going to cave just because you’re gorgeous and he has some free time. He’ll keep his distance until Diavolo gives him permission to engage- which he won’t be receiving any time soon. Doppio’s darling- I feel as if  “crush” is significantly more appropriate- likely won’t know that they have a secret admirer who already knows every little detail about their life until it’s time for Doppio to receive a proper present. Maybe for Christmas Diavolo will let him bump into you in the street. 

Yoshikage Kira is safe if he’s obsessed enough. He’s a bit impulsive with collecting his girlfriends, but he doesn’t like you for your hands. He likes you, as a whole. Ugh. That’s so annoying. He doesn’t want to have a real partner- do you know how much effort it is to have one of those and keep up his streak of roughly fifteen years of killing? He’s not going to just let his little habit go, but… maybe you’re fine with him having something on the side, to hold himself over. Maybe. He’d have to ask after pursuing you normally, and if you say no, or Kira decides not to ask at all since ‘hey that’s weird and we’re trying to be as normal as possible here’… well. He’s been lying this long. Might as well add another to the lie bin.  Since he wants to be as normal as possible, he doesn’t express any of his yandere tendencies until much later on- and he can be satiated if you play into his fetishes and preferences enough. 

DIO has matured a lot in his life, surprisingly. He’s not going to kill off his darling just because he’s in a mood. He’ll do it for a proper reason. You’ll have warnings. You’ll have easy, simple rules established very early on in knowing him. Really, are you trying to provoke him into punishing you? Simply ask if that’s what you want. He spoils you so, doesn’t he. DIO cares a lot about his darling actually wanting him- if he’s forcing it, it ruins the experience. He understands you need to have a proper relationship with him, complete devotion won’t happen in a day. Make no mistake, you will be his, he’s just fine going slowly. He’s certainly got the time for it, and it’s not like he’s holding you captive. No, no, never captive. Possibly if he snaps because you keep outright rejecting him and it’s really setting his abandonment issues off. He’ll just send a little toy to keep you company when you feel the need to go on a little outing. Vanilla Ice will hold your bags for you, or maybe Mariah can show you around. If neither of them are someone you want to socialize with, he has options. Lots of options. 

Enrico cares less about you having a choice. To him, he knows better, and is often frustrated with your judgement. Please listen to his advice- he’s only here to provide you with the resources you need to flourish. If Enrico has no problem talking to DIO as his equal, then he certainly has no problem telling his darling ‘no’ directly. He recommends passages in the bible to read that directly coincide with what’s going on in your life- You often find little handwritten notes in your cell on your desk. The first time it happened, there was a bible sitting on your bed, with a note being used as a bookmark. It was between the pages of Isaiah- stuck in the pages about sin and confessions. It makes you gag how neat and proper his handwriting is, “My doors are always open for you.” When you don’t come, he leaves another note, with a page and paragraph you’re supposed to read before whatever it is he has to say. If the slightly passive aggressive notes don’t reach you, perhaps a more personal approach is needed. 

Dio in his youth is… unstable. He hasn’t learned that patience is king. He knows what he wants, and he’s going to get it now. Denying him is the stupidest move you could possibly make, he has all of this newfound power and confidence and isn’t going to waste it by letting you just get away. You may scurry off if he frightens you too much, he does love the chase. He just can’t help himself when he catches you- you look good trapped under him, he needs a little reward. It’s not going to hurt, it’s just a small bite… Have fun with a chunk of your neck missing because little dio got excited and couldn’t help biting as hard as he could. 

Diavolo is a classic creep. He’s a bit repressed. Over a decade of restraint will do that to you, but Diavolo doesn’t realize that touching himself to the cameras he placed in your room and the places you frequent isn’t going to satisfy him entirely. Maybe Doppio can spell it out for him- he should indulge! Live a little! The last time he ‘lived a little’ he made the worst mistake someone in his position could possibly make, but hey. He was young, you can’t really fault him for that. Diavolo monitors you as if it’s part of his job- there’s absolutely nothing he doesn’t know about. Your other suitors are taken care of by la squadra esecuzioni, they have a bit of a running joke that they’re praying for you to get around a bit more, easy jobs are welcome when the boss works them like dogs. Diavolo is happy to watch you, he keeps a tab open of whatever you’re doing while he works. Indulges by having Doppio follow you on your errands, lightly suggesting he should record. You often receive expensive gifts from a ‘secret admirer,’ with typed notes attached. It’s only a matter of time until that isn’t enough to hold him over, and he sends someone to collect you. No, now that he’s thinking about it… No one will treat you as well as he would, it’s better not to leave you to the hands of someone just doing a job. Diavolo fully intends to love you, and won’t take a ‘no’ once he’s broken his streak of self control. 

Kars did not always want a mate. He’s not really the romantic type, or someone who clings to sentiment, but there’s just something so adorable about you. He loves life, although he normally isn’t fond of humans. He loves seeing the life in your eyes, the way your chest moves up and down in fear as he gets closer… He’s salivating at the thought. Kars tells himself he wants a pet at first- he already has a sizable family. He has a son figure, he has a… He’d call Santana a pet, really, he has someone his age to socialize with… He supposes he could use a mate. Kars hasn’t had one of those since he was just a little one, and it’s not really something he missed. When you express that you don’t want to bow down and give everything up for him, Kars is more than confused. You must be making a joke- he’s heard of humans telling obvious lies for humor. How amusing. Now, come when you’re called, or he’ll send Santana to retrieve you. He prompts you often, but you can tell he doesn’t really care about the answer. You bore him sometimes with your ‘Please don’t hurt me’ and your ‘Please, please, let me go’ nonsense, how could he be expected to always find it fun? Your resistance only amuses him when you do something about it. Good, you’re running. Kars would love to play chase with you. 

[thornybubbles]

Fourth Wall (JJBA Yandere Scenario)

Scenario: Recently, you’ve moved on from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure to a different anime series and fandom. You realize that this was a terrible mistake.

Note: This is based on a prompt I saw on Tumblr ages ago. I just expanded on it a bit. 

Warnings: Typical Yandere behavior, threats, abusive behavior, possible harm towards reader, mental distress, anti-comfort. Remember that you alone are responsible for what you read. 

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Changing fandoms wasn’t that unusual for you. You would find a new anime, fall in love with it, then it became your new hyperfixation. After a while, the process would repeat. This is what happened with you and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the series anymore, you just moved on to a new anime/manga. Still…it felt different this time. You weren’t sure why, but ever since you moved on to your new favorite series, you had this unexplainable feeling of guilt wash over you every time you watched an episode of your new favorite anime or read the latest chapter of the manga. Stranger still, there was an underlying feeling of dread as well. 

As many times as you’d changed fandoms, you’d never experienced such feelings before. It was uncomfortable and you wished that you could move on to your new obsession without any strings attached. It was ridiculous, really. Why should you feel guilty about a change of taste? You weren’t hurting anything. No one would be affected by it. And yet, you still felt unnecessary shame over changing fandoms. You guessed it had something to do with the lingering attachment you had for certain characters from various parts throughout the series. It almost felt like you were leaving them behind somehow. Another silly notion. They were fictional characters and did not exist outside of the world within JoJo. They had no knowledge of you, much less having knowledge of your “betrayal”. You decided that it was stupid to dwell on it and dived headfirst into your new favorite series. That guilty feeling would surely fade after a while. 

You got the perfect opportunity to binge your new favorite anime one day. It was one of those days when you were fortunate enough to have nothing to do. All of your responsibilities had been dealt with and you had no plans other than to sit on your ass and watch your new favorite show until bedtime. Sure, you could go out with friends, but you really just wanted to chill by yourself for the day. So anime binge party it was. You made a comfy nest of blankets and pillows on the couch and set up your laptop on the coffee table. You got some snacks and a drink, made yourself comfortable on the couch, and pressed play on the screen. You relaxed into the softness of your pillows and blankets and immersed yourself in another world for a few hours. 

About ten episodes in, you had to go to the bathroom very badly. All of that soda you’d drunk was taking its toll on your bladder. You paused the video, untangled yourself from your blankets, and stiffly power-walked to the bathroom. Once you relieved yourself, you washed your hands and went back into the living room. You snuggled back into your blanket burrito and reached over to start the video, but something wasn’t right. On the screen wasn’t the anime you’d been watching. It was the first episode of Phantom Blood. 

What…???

Did you accidently click the wrong thing in your haste to pause the video and rush to the bathroom? 

That had to be it. 

It was the only thing that made sense. 

You clicked off of the JoJo episode and went back to the previous page which took you back to the episode of the new anime you’d been watching. You found the place in the episode that you left off on and pressed play. You settled back in your comfy nest and watched the rest of the episode. You watched for another hour or so. During the opening of one of the episodes, you suddenly found yourself watching the opening for an episode of Battle Tendency. You sat up straight and stared at the screen in shock and confusion. 

“What the fuck?” you muttered under your breath. 

You refreshed the page and the episode started properly. That’s the second time your video was suddenly changed to an episode of JoJo. The first time you assumed that it was because of an accidental click but now you weren’t so sure. You hadn’t been touching anything when it happened the second time. All you were doing was staring at the screen when the switch happened. Why did it keep happening? Some kind of glitch with the streaming service? You didn’t know, but it was a bit annoying. You hoped that wouldn’t be a constant thing while you were trying to watch your show. 

The rest of the day went by without further incident. Eventually, you noticed that it had grown dark and you decided that your day of doing absolutely nothing needed to come to a close. You closed your laptop and reluctantly pried yourself off of the couch. As much as you wanted to just lay there in your blanket nest, you knew that you’d get a much better sleep in your bed. So you hobbled off to your room; your mind on nothing but getting a decent night’s sleep. 

You woke up a few hours later with a dried out mouth and an aching throat. You swallowed a few times, wincing at the sandpapery feeling of your tongue against the inside of your mouth. Well that’s what you get for sleeping with your mouth wide open. You flung the covers off of you grumpily and climbed out of bed. You stumbled into the kitchen, not daring to turn the light on and submit your sleep sensitive eyes to an onslaught of painful luminosity. You made your way over to the counter, grabbed a glass, and staggered over to the sink. As you were filling the glass you suddenly had the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. You assumed that it was your sleep fogged brain at work. After all, part of the reason you woke up was because you were having a disturbing dream. You tried to remember what the dream was about, but you couldn’t piece the memories together to get a full picture. You just remembered being in a place that made you uncomfortable and meeting someone that was familiar to you, but their presence frightened you. You just couldn’t remember the details. It kinda made you want to stay awake for the rest of the night but you decided against that. You knew you’d feel like shit the next day if you didn’t get back to sleep. There was nothing worse than waking up with a splitting headache due to lack of proper rest. You downed the glass of water and put the empty glass in the sink. 

You suddenly became aware of a strange odor in the air. What was that smell? Smoke? God, was something burning?! You took another sniff of the air and recognized the smell as specifically cigarette smoke. Okay, so that meant that your house wasn’t burning down. That was good news, but why would you be smelling cigarette smoke? The only way you would be smelling cigarette smoke is if it were coming from in the same room as you…

You heard the sound of rustling fabric from somewhere behind you. You spun around and immediately spotted the outline of someone sitting at your kitchen table. You could also make out the small glow of a lit cigarette sticking out of their mouth. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could make out some details of the figure. They were large, broad shouldered, and wore a long white coat, and on their head rested an oddly shaped hat. In the miniscule amount of light in the room you could make out the glint of gold accessories on both their hat and coat. 

“No way…” you gasped in a quiet voice. “No way in hell…” 

The figure lit a lighter and held it to the wick of the candle that was located in the middle of the table. Once the candle was lit fully, you could see the figure better. It was as you expected, Jotaro as he appeared in part four was sitting at your kitchen table, glaring at you as if you were less than dogshit. 

“You recognize me?” he scoffed and took another drag from his cigarette. “I’m surprised. I thought you forgot all about me… about us….” 

You backed up against the counter, unable to believe what you were seeing and hearing. 

Jotaro glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. He held it up in front of him. 

“This is your fault, you know.” he sneered. “I quit smoking, but after you abandoned us, I started the habit again. I’ve been tolerant so far because I was stupid enough to think that you’d come back eventually. Maybe you were just taking a break and you’d come back when you were bored… that was my stupidity. I’ll own up to that. But when I realized that you’d thrown us aside like trash, well, I got pissed. I guess I took up smoking again just to stay sane…” 

You were so appalled at the fictional character seated at your table that you hadn’t been paying much attention to what he was saying. Slowly the words began to filter into your mind and of everything he said, one thing stood out the most…

He said “us”. He said that you had abandoned “us”...

That’s when you became aware of the other figures lined up behind Jotaro. 

You could make out their shapes and features in the candlelight. Jonathan stood there looking as utterly brokenhearted as a man could be. Joseph had a smug grin on his face as if he’d just caught you committing a crime. Josuke’s face was contorted in a vicious snarl while his fists were clenched by his sides. Ever so often his left eye would twitch indicating that he may be on the verge of a psychotic break. Giorno offered you a placid smile that was off putting when set against the coldness of his eyes. 

Your eyes darted nervously from one face to another before finally settling back on Jotaro’s. It was too much. You pushed away from the counter and ran out of the kitchen. A voice that probably belonged to Jonathan called out for you to stop but you paid it no attention. Luckily the kitchen was right next to the front door. Once you were outside, you could run to the neighbor’s house and get them to call the police. You wouldn’t dare tell them the truth. What would you even say? You couldn’t tell them that five fictional characters from an anime had invaded your house. They’d think you were on something. You would just tell them that someone had broken into your house. That’s all. Honestly, you didn’t know what the hell the police could do against them, but you didn’t know what else to do. You reached the front door but your hand froze just as you were about to unlock the door and yank it open. 

Two people were staring down at you from the window in the front door, two people you recognized. Kars looked down his nose at you with a haughty expression. He looked ever so much like a strict parent that had just caught his kid trying to sneak out of the house. DIO on the other hand had the most sadistic smile on his face. He made a “come-hither” gesture with his clawed hand as if he fully expected you to just open the door and throw yourself at him. Their eyes glowed with a hellish light and you couldn’t take the sight of them. You screamed and backed away from the door. As you stepped back, you saw two other familiar faces staring at you from the windows on either side of the door. Doppio had one hand pressed against the glass while the other hand held a rock from the garden to his ear as if it were a cell phone. One of his eyes had changed to a jade green color and glared at you with intense rage. His other, normal eye had a pitiful, disappointed look in it. From the other window Kira stared at you with an utterly emotionless expression. You didn’t dare speculate on what kind of thoughts could be going through his head at that moment. You screamed again and started to turn and run towards the back door…

“Star Platinum!” 

Suddenly you were held tight in an iron like hold. An invisible hand covered your mouth preventing you from screaming anymore. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you were being held in place by Jotaro’s Stand. Struggling in Star Platinum’s grip was useless so you just hung there in midair as Jotaro approached you. 

“We weren’t done talking.” he snapped. 

He leaned in slightly and you got a whiff of cigarette smoke mixed with cologne. 

“Now you listen and you listen good,” he started to say. He held up a single finger.

“One. Just one more chance. That’s all you get. Come back to us and there won’t be a problem. Leave us again and it will get ugly.” he said, glancing up at the villains peering through the windows. His upper lip curled in disgust when he locked eyes with DIO and Kira, but only for a moment before his eyes were back on you. 

“Is that understood?” he asked. 

You nodded your head, whimpering behind Star Platinum’s invisible palm. 

“Good.” 

You don’t know what happened after that. You just woke up in your bed with a pounding headache. 

“Fuck…” you groaned, pressing your hands to your temples. 

You felt awful. You could only guess that you just simply didn’t sleep very well. Damn nightmares. What was with that dream? Was it all because you felt guilty about leaving the JoJo fandom? You grumbled and rolled out of bed. You were going to need to take something for that headache. First you needed to get a glass of water. You stumbled off to the kitchen getting an uncomfortable feeling of deja vu. The moment you entered the kitchen, your eyes glanced to the kitchen table and you nearly fainted. 

The candle was out, but it was smoking as if it had only been put out mere moments ago. The cigarette butt that rested on the saucer that had been used as a makeshift ashtray was also still smoking. 

That night you made it a point to sit down and watch a few episodes of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure starting with Phantom Blood. You planned to rewatch the entire series from the very beginning all the way to Stone Ocean. With each episode you watched, you noticed that ever so often a character’s eyes would slide over towards you as if making sure you were still there, watching them. Sometimes it would be one of the main characters. Sometimes it would be one of the villains. Sometimes it would be a side character. Regardless, they all kept checking to see if you were watching. Every day, you would make it a point to watch at least one episode of JoJo, no matter what. You didn’t dare skip out on your daily dose of JoJo. You also never went back to the other anime you’d been watching after you left the JoJo fandom. No, you learned your lesson. You were familiar enough with Jotaro’s character to know that he only gave people one chance and no more. Just like with Rubber Soul and Steely Dan. He gave them both a chance to leave mostly unscathed but they both decided to turn on him at the last minute. They both were punished severely. You weren’t going to make that same mistake. 

So you sat there on the couch, stiff and terrified as you watched your “favorite” anime… 

… like a good little fan should…

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Yoshikage Kira headcanon

Kira is a stright, possessive and worshipping simp yandere.

He just wanted a peaceful life.

But then he saw you…

Or actually he saw your hand.

They were something really beautiful.

The reaction was the same as when he saw the Mona Lisa for the first time.

At first, Kira was just thinking of murdering you and stealing your hand.

But something stopped him.

It was a really strange feeling.

At first Kira thought it was because he didn't want your hands to rot.

They were so beautiful.

So the second best option is to kidnap you and make sure no one knows his secret.

This makes it easier for him to sleep peacefully at night.

Kira has certain rules that he expects you to follow.

If you don't he will be really angry.

And as time passes, Kira will fall in love with you as a person as well.

Which is even worse.

Escape is impossible.

He is not afraid to hurt you when necessary.

Good luck living with him.

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Welcome to the Love Club

Pairing: Yandere! Yoshikage Kira x reader

Description: You didn’t think it was a good idea to break in to Kira’s house but your best friend, Yukiko, thought it was a fantastic way for you to learn more about him. You always did have a hard time saying no to her… you just hope that things didn’t end up too bad for the two of you…

Content Warning: Yandere, canon typical Killer Queen bs, canon typical creepy Kira shit, character death (but not from jjba, just a character I made up), minor description of blood and injuries, ask to tag

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 3177

Notes: Whoops, I cannot fucking help myself. I have an idea, I write it, I find out far too late it cannot be contained in a one shot, I suffer the consequences. Regardless, here’s this. I fucking love Kira and this idea refused to leave me alone so here it is! Expect part two uh, whenever. I still have more bullshit to unveil, so fear now.

Notes, again: I had been looking for this all NIGHT I've been moving fics over to this blog since like, 8 looking for this one. I've been playing with the stand the reader gains with this in another story so I FINALLY can write a part 2 to this like. a year later sksksks

Part: One | Two

You were sure, when you were younger, you had grander dreams for yourself. Finish your education, get a nice job, find that someone special, maybe even start a family… who knows, really.

As of now, you didn’t really mind though, you found yourself content in your current place. After all, you did get a nice education and even if your job could be a little mundane now and then, it paid the bills and then some and that’s all you could really ask for.

Really, you didn’t mind working at a small office in Morioh. You were friends enough with most of your coworkers and enjoyed going out with them from time to time, even lucky enough to be working with one of your close friends you had known since high school.

She had always been… well, it put it nicely, Yukiko was certainly the more outgoing one. Not that you were shy per-se, more so it was hard to match her energy. Someone so vibrant like her was appreciated around your work, at least by most people. Still, she caused her fair share of trouble– and loved to drag you into it.

Out of everything you had, you lacked well… a partner. Yuki whined and pouted, complaining about it more than you how ‘someone so cute and sweet shouldn’t be single for so long!’ While you agreed, you had simply forgotten to look for romance when pursuing your career and education.

Still, the heart is a fickle thing, something you knew far too well. After all, there was one man you worked with that always managed to make your heartbeat pick up with his soft smiles and kind gestures…

“I can’t believe I let you drag me into this,” You huff at your friend, running your hands over your arms quickly. You weren’t cold but were quickly growing uncomfortable the closer the two of you grew to your destination.

“It’s because you likeeee him” You didn’t appreciate the way your friend drew out the word, eyeing you playfully as she giggled. “Besides, chances like this don’t happen often!”

“Still… we’re invading his privacy. Kira is a very private person… I can’t imagine how upset he would be if he found out we were doing this, Yukiko…” Just saying his name had goosebumps rising up on your skin; the early summer air was warm and welcoming but you felt anything but that.

“But I found out where he lived! And overheard him say he would be busy tonight! All for you! So you can make a move!” She argued. “Come on, we’re close!” She dragged you by the hand and you stumbled after her. “After all, surely you can learn something about Kira at his house, right?” She argued.

“Well…” You didn’t have the heart to fight against her right now, your nerves growing as you neared his house. The nameplate read Kira… you were certainly in the right place. “Couldn’t what we’re doing be considered a crime?” You tried one last time.

“Oh pshh” She waved your hand dismissively, easily walking into the grounds of his house. You followed suit, not liking how wrong it felt to be walking in his garden. “Besides, I was right! His car isn’t here,” She laughed in a way you could only call evil. “Everything is going so well!”

“Going well? I feel like I could throw up I’m so nervous.” You admitted, still sticking close to her. To your horror, she went right for the door, turning the knob and frowning softly when the lock wouldn’t give. She ignored you and milled about, looking for an extra key.

“Come on, you think someone like Kira would leave a key around, Yuki?” You pulled her gently back by the shoulder. “Let’s just leave before someone sees us.”

“No way! We’ve made it this far already!” She marched away from the door, humming to herself as she stood a ways back to look for another way in. “Oh! Hey wait!” She jogged up to a nearby window. “Look, he left it cracked open! Probably enjoyed a nice breeze while he ate his breakfast and forgot to close it.” You only frowned as she struggled to push it open more.

“Well come on and help me, _____!” She cried. You scrambled over, deciding that now, Yukiko was right; there was no going back, not after this. With your help, the window gave way and opened wide enough for Yukiko to fit inside.

“Alright, hoist me up, and I’ll let you in threw the front door!” You folded your hands together and gave her a boost, grunting as you lifted her up and over into the house.

“Don’t break anything!” You cried as she pulled herself through. Once in, she gave you a thumbs up and ran to meet you at the door, all grins. “I can’t believe we actually did this,” You breathed, entering the threshold of Kira’s home.

“Believe it,” Yuki laughed. She had turned on a light in the room she came in, it looked to be the kitchen and dining room. The two of you ventured further in the house, careful as you could be in your wonder and excitement.

You gleaned at old family photos and knick nacks, and marveled at his décor. Even in his home, Kira was refined, dignified, and polished. You wondered how he managed to maintain professionalism, even in his own home…

“Oh look, here’s his bedroom!” It was divided by a slide, one side housing his bed, dresser, and some other personal effects, the other a desk and some shelves. You and Yukiko divided, with her snickering “I’ll let you look at his clothing.”

You ignored her comment and your own blush. Something was calling you, anyways.

Yukiko was a little loud with her ohhs and ahhs but you wouldn’t have gotten this far with her had you not learned to filter her words. Kira’s bed was well made as if he had never once slept in it. Of the few things lining his dresser mirror, they were all well organized; his cologne (you ignored the urge to smell it; you weren’t that weird), some medication, and other things you glossed over.

His top drawer was filled with ties. You always did love the ties he wore; when you had caught him in conversation one day, he admitted that many of them were custom made. It was a fond memory, one of the only times you could remember the smile on his face was genuine as he explained to you his weakness for cats.

It was… cute, and endeared him to you more if at all possible.

His other drawers held what you might expect; some more casual but still rather nice clothing for his leisure, belts, socks, underwear, and the likes. Still, you checked them all, sitting on your knees before the dresser as you slowly opened the bottom drawer.

To your surprise, no clothing sat there but instead something a nice cloth had been draped over. Pulling it up gently, you gasped in surprise. It was an ornate bow and arrow, the arrow its self more than the bow.

You wouldn’t have ever guessed Kira was into archery; still, this arrow seemed even too fancy for that. Just holding it in your hands, you could swear it thrummed with some kind of power… It was strange.

“Hey Yukik-” You craned your neck to catch your friend’s attention, your breath catching in your throat as you saw Kira before her, looking none too pleased.

She was pallor, not even knowing how to explain the situation. Before her on the ground was a jar, broken and spilling… something. She must have dropped it in surprise in seeing him… Kira didn’t even say anything; he grabbed Yukiko roughly by the wrist with his left hand while in his right, making an odd motion– as if he were setting off a bomb– and before your very eyes she was reduced to nothing. Even the dust in her wake quickly faded, as if she were never there to begin with.

You didn’t have a moment to even comprehend what you saw, crying out in pain. You looked back to your hands, surprised to see the arrow you had been so carefully holding had pierced right into your thigh. Deeply, too, as if someone had stabbed it into you with intent. Right as the noise left you, Kira’s gaze turned your way, surprised etched into his features as he saw you.

“W-wait, please.” Tears were rimming your eyes. You knew it, you knew it, you shouldn’t have come here with Yukiko. This was a bad idea and it, she was just… she was gone.

“Please, don’t hurt me.” You fully turned to face him, backing yourself up against his dresser to seem as defenseless and subdued as possible. “L-look, I hurt myself. I wouldn’t be able to escape even if I tired!” You cried.

“The arrow…” Kira moved to you with purpose, causing you to flinch when he reached you. Without a care, he pulled the arrow from your thigh. You cried out, the pain of it being torn out far greater than that of it going it. You clutched at your thigh, sure the wound would be bleeding but… hardly any blood came out. It was as if hadn’t been touched at all. But you could see your blood clearly coating the arrow where it had sunk into your flesh…

“So, you’ve been chosen.” His voice was even, betraying no emotion per usual. “But your Stand will be no match for Killer Queen.” He stood again and to your shock and horror, beside him manifested some tall, muscular… cat man? That was the best way to describe what you saw before you. Kira was reaching for you and you knew you couldn’t have that happen.

You had to protect yourself at all costs.

“W-wait!” You caught his cold gaze with your own and for a moment, you saw it soften. You had to cling to that, look him in the eyes and keep speaking. “Kira I… I’m sorry you caught me like this,” You admitted, bashful.

He paused, pulling back softly as something stirred in him. While it was true that you were far preferable compared to the company you kept around and many of the other people the two of you worked with, Kira knew you had to be dealt with. You had just unknowingly gained a Stand, one that might be a counter to his own Killer Queen. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to end you just yet…

“It… was Yuki’s idea… I know now that’s not saying much…” You sigh, closing your eyes a moment before meeting his gaze once more. “I-it’s a little embarrassing but well…” You bit your cheek, both flustered at admitting this and repulsed at yourself at the same time. He just did something to Yukiko, and you’re confessing your love to him?

“We came here because I wanted to get to know you better… I um, really like you Kira.” You felt like a school girl again and god, it was terrible. A scared, confused, nervous school girl who was quite literally putting everything on the line to survive.

Kira was actually rendered speechless for a moment. Your sudden confession bringing about… very confusing feelings in him. No person had made him feel this way ever. Since when had you become so… special to him? The thought of having to get rid of you now was actually upsetting him… It was all strange and foreign to him.

It suddenly hit him; you were probably using the power of your stand and you didn’t even know it. Kira was powerless to stop it as well, just as ignorant as you on what it could possibly be.

“You…” He paused, taking careful consideration with his words. He hated this, hated feeling so… soft in front of you. Was your stand preying on any positive feeling he had for you before?

“It was wrong of you to come to my house uninvited but…” You perked up as he paused again.

What was he saying? You knew too much. Kira couldn’t trust you to leave and say nothing but he also couldn’t stand the idea of you, in your entirety being gone. It was frustrating beyond belief.

“Now that you’ve come, I can’t allow you to leave.” There was only one choice. Kira had to keep you here until he could figure out a way to rid himself of your stands effects on him…

“I-I’m sorry?” You blinked up owlishly, not quite sure you heard him correctly. “Kira did you just um… say I had to stay? Here?” You stood up, standing before Kira and whatever it was beside him. It watched you as impassively as he did…

“That’s right.” Kira sighed, running a hand through his hair.

What sort of mess was he getting into? His quiet life was starting to slip out of his grasp all because of you. But he found he couldn’t be all that upset about it, the prospect of you staying here with him making him far too excited to be good.

By all means, he should be upset– you and your friend brake into his house while he’s out meeting his new girlfriend, figure out what he’s doing and you even get struck by his stand arrow. Instead, he can’t help but puff up a little seeing your eyes on him.

Conflicting emotions well up in Yoshikage Kira but he knows one thing; you make him happy, far more than any girlfriend, past or present, ever had. It was a dangerous feeling for someone like him to be having for another person.

“Until I know how your stand has affected me, I can’t let you out of my sight.” Perhaps, after all, it was a good thing the two of you were coworkers.

Kira could only smirk; perhaps luck was favoring him, after all.

“S-stand? Kira, you’re making no sense…” You frown glancing over to where Yukiko once stood. “And uhh… what did you do to Yukiko? She was standing right in front of you a few minutes ago, but…” Your voice trailed, unwilling to admit what you knew to be true. But surely he hadn’t done that…?

“My Killer Queen took care of her.” He stated simply, offering no other explanation to the matter. “It’s my stand. Stands are…” Kira paused a moment. “A measure of ones will– a reflection of their determination and deepest desires.” He smiled softly looking your way.

You looked so cute, brows furrowed in confusion and unshed tear glistening in your eyes… He rid himself of those thoughts, though. “When that arrow struck you, you gained an ability of your own. It’s the only reason you’re still living now.” You swallowed harshly, nodding meekly at his words. “Either you really wanted to stay alive… or you must really like me _____,”

The intimacy of him using your first name was not lost on you. Heat flooded your cheeks as you watched him for any change in his demeanor. He had that same, soft, charming look on his face he often donned at work when the two of you ended up talking about cats… To see him looking at you with such unadulterated adoration in such a place, after all he had said and did was as confusing and maddening as it was pleasing.

“Then… why aren’t you killing me now? Like you did to Yuki….” Your words were soft but Kira was listening to every one very closely, watching as a few silent tears slid down your cheeks.

“You make me happy… it’s as simple as that.” Kira gave you a small, nonchalant shrug. His total lack of apathy for the situation at hand had you reeling.

Ten minutes of being alone with him in his own house and you had seen so many new faces of Yoshikage Kira you were sure you weren’t ready for yet.

“The moment that ceases so be… Well, if that happens I’ll show you Killer Queen’s real power.” All you could do was nod at his words. You weren’t sure what to make of anything anymore.

Honestly, all that mattered in the moment was that Kira said he wouldn’t kill you yet. Everything else could come after this night– survival was key. And if survival meant learning what your ‘stand’ was and how to best manipulate it to your new situation here with Kira then you would do so, gladly.

After all, if Kira had simply killed Yukiko upon seeing her in this room… she must have figured something out. Something Kira didn’t want to get out… You were spared because that arrow decided to lodge its self in your thigh. Almost as if if had chosen you for some reason…

So for now, you would play along. Keeping Kira happy couldn’t be too hard, could it? After all, if your stand made it so you just… being here made him happy, perhaps things would be easier than you anticipated. He couldn’t keep tabs on you all the time, could he?

“Ahh… it’s the weekend, isn’t it?” Kira hummed. “We don’t have to go in tomorrow. I wonder, what will we do with our time together…?” Kira found that teasing you brought him just as much if not more joy that simply watching you.

He couldn’t help himself. Your stand was far more dangerous than you even realized. Perhaps, with enough work on his end, he could use that to his advantage.

After all, you got yourself into this mess by admitting to Kira just how much you adored him; really, had you stayed quiet and accepted your fate, neither of you would be in the current mess you found yourselves in. But for once, Kira couldn’t say he minded…

“We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?” He gently cupped your cheek. You flinched and closed your eyes, likely knowing what this meant for you having seen what happened to your friend. “Don’t fret, it’s only a precaution. You won’t die as long as you behave.”

“Behave…?” You repeated softly. Kira could only smile softly, his mind flowing over with how cute you looked and acted. “I-I’m not looking to die soon so um, I’ll do my best, I guess…” You frowned, looking to the floor.

Just what had you gotten yourself into? You should have been more persistent when you told Yukiko you had a bad feeling about this…

“Good girl.” Kira couldn’t help the praise, nor the sweet way he trailed his hand down your cheek.

Even if you were subconsciously using your stand, it was having incredible effects on him… He noticed, too, how you seemed to only fluster at his comment. Perhaps, you breaking into his house was a good thing, after all. He would have to wait and see but Kira was quite certain your disturbance of his quiet life might actually improve it after all.

[targaryenluvs]

ok ok but imagine dark!gimmick somehow falls in love with capitol!reader (a client of his) but she doesn’t want him unless she’s paying for him or wanna love him back so he does everything in his power to have her, threatens to share the secrets she told him that will probably have her hanged and so with that they live happily ever after 😆

UNREQUITED

pairing: dark!finnick odair x fem!capitol!reader

summary: you’d divulged one to many secrets to your favourite victor and he wasn’t afraid of using them against you. karmas a bitch!

warning: blackmail, prostitution mentions/insinuations, nc sex and pillowtalk??

a/n: bros getting revenge or som

the first time you saw him you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. you’d heard of people being able to visit victors away from prying eyes and the idea seemed boring until you remembered he existed. so why not take advantage of your station?

finnick was hoping for one night of reprieve but of course, he had someone to visit.

the card in his hand felt heavy and as he unlocked the room he stopped in his tracks. you were sitting on the bed with a flute of champagne in your hands. you were gorgeous, and for once he felt okay with it.

“finnick?” your voice was like music to his ears as he came closer. he nodded and you pressed your lips into a tight line, “it’s nice to meet you.” nice to meet you? are you stupid? god you had no clue what to say since you were literally forcing this man to be with you.

“so.” he laughed, “so.” he took the flute away from you before getting you standing, “where do you want me sweetheart?” you smiled.

and all the previous tension faded away throughout the night, finnick was amazing.

it had been months since your first time together and you’d only grown more comfortable with eachother. you liked him, he was nice. and he was obsessed with you. every time he saw you he knew what would be happening the following night and he could hardly wait. with you he took his time and focused on you the whole time, he loved trying new things with you, making you scream.

and afterwards you’d sit and cuddle, and at times even kiss. he was a nice stress relief for you, he always listened to your concerns and problems. your arranged boyfriend, the politician, and his like for younger men. his affinity for dipping his hand into the company savings, even though you were well off. your brothers and their mistresses, your parents and their expectations.

finnick listened intently, gave advice and was actually helpful. you were grateful to be able to get it off his chest. but finnick wasn’t going to let you go.

“i think we’re getting engaged soon.” finnick shut his eyes to calm himself down, it didn’t work. “no you’re not honey.” you cocked your head to his side, “what do you mean?” he smiled and it was so fake, “you’re meant to be with me, y/n. and you will be with me. do you know how much you’ve told me? about him, your friends and family?”

your eyes widened as you got up, covering yourself with the sheet. “i’ve already seen you, all of you there’s no reason to hide.” he pulled the sheet away as you covered yourself with your arms, “i’ve had enough of you finnick. get. out.” you enunciated before crawling away. he grabbed your ankle and pulled you back to him.

“i told you you’re not going anywhere. do you want me to let it all out? let everyone know every, single, dirty secret y/n?” your eyes welled up as you threw your head to the side, not wanting to look at him, “please finnick, just let me go.” you felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. his fingers dug into your face, forcing you to look at him.

“say you’re mine and i’ll let them go.” you shook your head, thrashing against him to get away. his other hand bruised your hip with an iron grip. “fine!” his smile was sickly sweet as he began to kiss his way down, on the insides of your thighs as his strong hands held you down whilst you began to buck your hips up. “please finnick.” he looked up at you from between your legs and grinned.

“now you’re not so bossy huh?”

he had what he wanted and you were sure he wouldn’t let you go.

[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.

[blanket-bug]

Yoshikage Kira thoughts

Kira, now as Kosaku Kawajiri, is at work, posing as the man he has stolen the face of. He hears a voice behind him as he works, and he turns.

The most entrancing person he had ever seen stands there, a friendly smile on their face as they make conversation easily. He can't even reply, as they talk to him like they were old friends... They must be close to Kosaku.

After work, he questions Shinobu carefully, trying to find out who you are without letting anything slip. You're a friend of the whole family, even Hayato knows and likes you...

It's not hard to see why. You're kind, patient, and passionate in your interests. He finds himself drawn to you, even your hands are perfect to him, and they seem to be nothing special. He just wants to pamper them, pamper you...

Imagine him getting impatient with his obsession with you, the frustration of being someone he is not making him irritated and antsy.

And there you are, like an angel, asking him what is wrong as you stay with him overtime.

And he snaps...

Cut to him balls deep in your tight, wet heat, pounding you as his shoves your face down on the desk with one hand. His other grasps and pulls your arm awkwardly behind you at an uncomfortable angle, his lips wrapped around your digits as his sucks greedily on your fingers.

It's passionate, it's frantic, it's disgusting and it's exciting, and you can't help the way your hole flutters and squeezes his cock even as you cry out weakly between whimpers for him to stop.

Kosaku ignores your pleas, listening to the lewd sounds you make that makes his length throb. He pulls at your hair as you call his fake name, and he growls out lowly.

"Say my name... Yoshikage Kira."

I don't know I'm just disgusting and weird lmao