#yandere yoshikage kira

[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…

[yanderes-galore]

Would you mind doing a romantic yandere Kira Yoshikage? Thank you!

I'll try, sure! I hope you enjoy :) Also! I HC Killer Queen purrs in this lol.

Yandere! Yoshikage Kira Concept

(Ft. Killer Queen)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, A lot of Stalking, Violence, Manipulation/Deception, Murder, OOC Killer Queen, Isolation, Kidnapping mention, Mentions of hand fetish (I don't go into it... thankfully), Possessive behavior, Dubious/Forced relationship.

The unfortunate and most plausible outcome for you in this situation is death.

Kira is a serial killer only ever interested in hands.

A genuine connection would be rare...

... but maybe not impossible?

Kira is a man who wishes for perfection.

A quiet and perfect life where he can hide his murderous tendencies.

He's willing to do anything to achieve that.

He doesn't want to stand out.

In fact he does everything he can to keep things that way.

An obsession would disrupt such a life.

You could be a new victim to steal the hands from... or maybe he wants to kill you because he blames you for disrupting his quiet life.

When he meets you by chance he can't get you out of his head.

So he blames you for such an issue, stalking you and plotting.

He sees his obsession as an imperfection... he feels the only way to get rid of it is getting rid of you.

However, in the process of stalking you with the intention of murder...

He falls for you... not just your hands... you as a whole.

Such a thought baffles him.

He didn't even think he was capable of such an attraction.

The start of his obsession is a fight between himself.

He really should get rid of you... but these new feelings say otherwise.

Kira would spend a lot of time just watching you.

He isn't sure how to approach you.

That and Kira notices Killer Queen act up around you.

Kira could be trying to mind his own business, only to feel his breath hitch when Killer Queen spots you and starts... purring.

You drive the killer insane... if he wasn't already.

Eventually Kira will cave and try to figure out how to deal with these feelings he has.

He could manipulate you into dating him... but what if you find out his true nature?

The best option is to silently... appreciate you from afar... yet his desires only grow stronger.

Kira hates standing out yet he might force himself closer to you.

People still strangely "go missing" in Morioh, even with Kira's fixation on you.

He seems like the type to plan meticulous meetings/dates with his obsession.

He has a really hard time calming Killer Queen down, the cat stand hovering around you curiously.

Thankfully you aren't a Stand User and can't notice the pink cat's purring.

What you do notice is Kira struggling to keep composure.

Oh... you have him tight in your grasp and he isn't sure if he hates it or not.

Kira would balance interactions with you along with his usual routine.

Speaking with you does manage to soothe his obsessive thoughts a bit... but it's never enough.

Kira would try to escalate your bond with just being "friends" to something more to soothe his obsession.

The constant burning of desire in him makes him want to tear his nails off.

He's killed countless but he's powerless with you... it irks him.

Kira's obsession would even persist as Kosaku.

Except now he's even more upset, blaming the Joestars and their friends for forcing him into hiding.

Now he can only stalk you, even then it isn't often.

Which drives him more up the wall.

I imagine eventually Kira will snap, secret identity or not.

Soon he's going to end up breaking into your home and taking you captive.

The outcome he'd like the most is if he could manipulate you into being his lover.

But if other drive him away from you... drastic measures will be taken.

He'll try his best to be a good boyfriend/husband to you.

He'll experiment with holding you, kissing you, probably fixating heavily on your hands.

If that doesn't work... and others separate you from him...

Well, then no one can have you can they?

He doesn't want to share or lose you now that you're in his mind...

If he can't have you... then he'll have Killer Queen do the honors of taking your hands all for himself to keep... forever.

[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. 

[kujojotarolover]

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

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

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

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

word count: Approximately 1.3k

You were just perfect. 

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

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

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

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

You didn’t even know Yoshikage existed. 

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

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

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

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

and Yoshikage fell in love. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s like you were meant for me. 

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

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

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

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

you and those spectacular hands would finally be his.

[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."

[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.

[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

[thornybubbles]

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.

[silvernyxchariot]

Me: *thinking about a harem of yandere JoJo's BA villains for myself* "Okay, but seriously. Like, you could have just asked for my hand in marriage?¿ Kars! Stop strangling DIO! No, Kira. I still need my hands. Valentine. You're about to be buried six feet under... In America. 🎯🔫 Why is Diavolo being the only well behaved one?!"

*Diavolo vibing as Doppio*

Yan!La Squadra: *knowing full damn well they're my favorites* 🎶We don't even have to try. It's always a good time.🎶🕺

Polnareff: 🧍‍♂️I'm headin' out. 👨‍🦽

[princelylove]

hii, your highness! I hope you're chill with Kira being a yan!dad asks, thought I'd chime in with a small bit of angst :3

so... imagine his kid somehow walking in on him murdering Hayato, or finding his corpse. or just figuring it out without his knowledge. seeing her "father" do something so cruel felt like a horrific nightmare to her. however, if we're going with the idea that she's deeply attached to him... despite being afraid, she doesn't tell anyone. even if he planned ahead of time to prevent her from even telling a soul, she's quiet about the situation. mainly because she's conflicted, scared to lose him even if he wouldn't mind disposing of his little girl when needed, and she loves him.

maybe Kira eventually realizes her attachment and loyalty are something else altogether if she's willing to go this far to hide this secret and (try) to act like everything is fine. just for him.

Hii, darling. I like to talk, and to be spoken to. No worries. 

Yoshikage considers killing you immediately when you walk in on his private errands. 

He’s fairly sure he told you to stay put in your room! But here you are. Stressing him out. Because he gave you simple, very very clear instructions so you wouldn’t find out he’s not your actual father, and you stepped in at the wrong time.

He tries to comfort you. He didn’t suffer. (Hayato most certainly suffered.) I won’t do anything to your mother. (He couldn’t possibly care less about that woman. Only you.)

A platonic Yoshikage is most certainly the safest version of him. I don’t think he actually realizes the fact that he could off you himself at any moment- Do you know how when something becomes a habit, it becomes the only way you do it, even if there’s a much better approach? Killing you would fix his problem of having a witness, but the thought won’t cross his mind, because you’re such a perfect, darling child. Nothing like what he normally goes for.

If anything, it’s made your bond a lot stronger. He gives you little, knowing looks whenever poor Shinobu remarks how odd it is that your brother hasn’t come home yet. It’s like you have a secret together, just you and him! Isn’t that so special?

[yanderememes]

Imagine how frustrated the boys would be with a darling who thirsts over a fictional character. Bonus points if the character is similar to the yandere, but whereas darling loves him they hate the real deal lmao. They’re always interacting with media featuring the character (watching the series/playing the video game, etc) while their yandere is in the back silently begging for a crumb of their attention. That is, until they get annoyed and drag darling away ofc.

The yanderes are jealous of the body pillow darling cuddles cutely while sleeping? Wait until they discover the multitude of AO3 tabs filled with the most toe curling, sheet gripping, unholy fanfiction of that character on darling’s phone. Kinky, deplorable things they’ve DREAMED about doing to darling, only to find out they’ve been fantasizing about those exact things, but with another man instead? Doesn’t matter if he’s fictional THEY WOULD RAISE HELL.

These are some of the characters I think darling would simp for in comparison to their Yandere.

Dio - Albert Wesker from Resident Evil. (Them both being blonde, having superhuman abilities, and a massive God complex. Plus I simp for Wesker myself so 🤭)

Kars - Sephiroth from Final Fantasy 7 (Not only do they both have luscious hair, they are also genetically superior beings and philosophers)

Kira - The True Culprit from Persona 4. (The True Culprit’s identity is a massive Persona 4 spoiler, and while their and Kira’s MO for killing doesn’t exactly match up, the sheer similarity between P4 and JJBA Part 4, them both having a ragtag group of teens chasing a serial killer and taking place in a small town, made me choose them)

Unfortunately I couldn’t think of anyone for Doppio, Diavolo, or Pucci 😭. Also just now realizing all my picks are from video games lol oops.

🎵I got a man, but I want you I got a man, but I want you And it's just nerves, it's just dick Makin' me think 'bout someone new🎵

This just reminds me of my new song addiction, "you right" by Doja Cat!

Maybe the villains try cosplaying as the characters so that darling will notice them? And if darling likes it then the villains may suggest some... roleplay??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[mrcaesarino]

"meet the duwang gang!"

josuke:

okuyasu:

koichi:

jotaro:

rohan:

joseph:

aya:

keicho:

tonio:

yoshikage:

[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.