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[ PAIRING ] Yoshikage Kira x f!reader
[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I'd be lying if I said American Psycho didn't inspire bits of this fic.
[ SYNOPSIS ] Against his better judgment Kira takes you up on your offer to grab some dinner after work.
[ WORD COUNT ] 3k
[ CONTENT ] Canon AU, POV switching (though most of it is written from Kira's POV), he is so goddamn mentally ill, y/n is crushing hard, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, handjob, murder, angst without a happy ending.
Yoshikage Kira never intended to go out to dinner with you. He was already fantasizing about a quiet evening at home as he finished up his work. He could picture it so clearly: sitting at his dinner table eating leftovers from the night before, eventually making his way to the couch to watch mindless television until the early stages of slumber enveloped him, then he would drink a warm glass of milk and do some light stretches before snuggling up under his freshly washed linen sheets, sleeping soundly until morning came.
But for reasons unknown to him, he felt compelled to take you up on your offer. Maybe it was how you walked by his desk six times before getting the courage to actually speak to him. Or maybe it was your feeble attempt at acting nonchalant about it and how cute it was when your desperation trickled through.
“I haven’t had the chance to try shabu-shabu since I moved here and I cannot be seen doing it alone. Think of what that’ll do to my ego.”
He chuckled even though he didn’t find your comment particularly funny. “Find a time when no one is around and go. Then no one will see you.”
“But I’ll know I’m alone. Like, I’ll have to live with that memory for the rest of my life.”
“What if the food is so good you forget about that part?”
“Kira,” you whined. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”
“I can’t; I have to return some library books. Why not ask someone else?” He leaned back in his chair, trying to see who was still toiling away in the office. “Ah, Natsumi would be a good choice. I bet she eats food.”
You attempted to quiet your laughter with your hands which annoyed him to no end. Who were you to put yourself on display in such a manner?
“I barely talk to her,” you finally said after reeling in your laughter.
“I don’t know what to tell you then. Maybe another night,” he suggested though he hoped you’d never follow up.
“I’ll pay! Please?”
He sighed, denying a cute thing like you was too cruel. “Will you have me home before 8?”
You reached out and put your hand on his shoulder. “Of course I will,” you replied, your tone comically serious. “You can count on me.”
He brushed your hand off of him while making note of how gentle your touch had been. Your hands were a sight to behold, just looking at them made all his blood flow straight to his cock. He crossed his legs and smiled sweetly, trying to maintain a veil of normalcy.
Kira knew he would be testing himself by going on a social outing with you. But it wasn’t as if he was an amateur. There had been plenty of times he didn’t let his urges get the better of him, even when presented with the perfect opportunity to indulge. He was more than capable of exercising self restraint. Besides you were his coworker. Killing you was far too risky. That in itself was enough of a deterrent.
“Do you have somewhere in mind?” He asked.
You nodded. “There’s a place not too far from here. It’s a few blocks down.”
“Have you heard good things about it?”
“No, terrible things. A guy got food poisoning and died in the bathroom with his pants around his ankles. They say his ghost haunts the restaurant to this very day with his dick hanging out.”
“Oh I love that,” Kira said quietly as he shut down his computer.
“Thought you would.”
He cleared his throat and looked up from his monitor. “I’ll meet you out front. I need to take care of a few things before we leave.”
You nodded and strolled off, unaware of the mental anguish that plagued him. Kira glanced down at his lap, watching as his cock fought against the fabric of his pants. He slowly got up, careful to obscure his erection with his quivering hands. Dizzy and humiliated, he skulked into the bathroom and quickly relieved himself. As he squeezed the shaft of his cock he fantasized about how your disembodied hand would feel stroking his tender flesh.
“Stop it,” he mumbled, hoping verbalizing his morality would make it appear.
Misery enveloped Kira as he washed his hands. He was careful to not look in the mirror, unable to bear the sight of himself. He breathed deeply as he unlocked the bathroom door, pulling it open only to be greeted by your expectant presence.
“I felt weird standing around in the lobby.”
He couldn’t follow your logic, but your earnest demeanor was precious so he didn’t think too hard about it.
“Great,” he choked out.
There was a sense of relief once the two of you were out in the world, away from the office. The air seemed lighter, the lights not so blinding and unforgiving. He was at ease as he walked beside you, your hands brushing up against his on occasion. Your disruption was more harmonious than he previously surmised. It was wrong to assume you were a woman of strife and discord. You were more benign than that. You were like petting a kitten that had been napping in a puddle of sunlight. Your presence carried the weight of a reassuring hug. He wanted to melt in your arms and drown in your sweetness.
Everything was painted in a blushy-orange hue as the sun slowly set. It gave your face an angelic quality as it danced across your face. To say you looked picturesque was an understatement. Nothing could shit on this moment; nothing could annihilate his peace. He was sure of it.
“This is… it,” you said sadly, noticing that the restaurant was in fact closed.
Suddenly everything came crashing down. Kira felt like he was going to vomit into his shoes.
“What a shame,” he said, voice straining. He was convinced he could cry at any moment.
Your eyes darted around. “We could get udon,” you said, pointing at a restaurant across the street.
Kira spun around and nearly moaned as relief filled his chest. It was directly across the street, its existence a good omen. He could have kissed you for pointing it out.
“Yes,” he said, wiping his eyes. “We can get udon.”
You gave him a confused look. Damn, he must really love udon.
Dinner went well. You both ordered the same thing, but that was only because Kira wanted to mirror you and what he perceived as your moral superiority. You talked about work, expressing similar grievances. He rarely voiced his discontent to anyone, let alone his coworkers, but you disarmed him. Everything he knew and held dear was now flexible; he didn’t mind bending a little for you.
You upheld your part of the bargain and covered the bill without a second thought. He contemplated paying for everything while you weren’t paying attention, but you were too quick.
“You could have at least let me pay for half,” he said as you signed the receipt.
You smiled. “Nah.”
The sun had set and the streets were not bustling with as much life. The sidewalks were practically empty. Eight o’clock was growing near, putting Kira on edge. His confidence in his self control was waning. It was time to go home.
“Well I’ll see you on Monday. Thank you for dinner. It was nice.”
“You don’t wanna hang out for a little longer? Maybe grab some tea? Pudding? Anything?”
He clenched his fists, nails piercing his palms. Your company was now a burden to bear. He knew you wouldn’t make it out alive if you stuck around.
“You know you wanna have tea with me,” you purred.
A playful grin adorned your face. It was true. Kira did want to have tea with you, but not like this. He wanted to be with you under the warm gaze of a perpetual sunset. He wanted perfection, but the circumstances made it impossible, sullying it all. The longer he was around you like this, the more he wanted to hurt you.
“I doubt anywhere decent is open,” he said firmly.
“We can go back to my place! I actually have this really good genmaicha if you’re into that sort of thing.”
Fuck, he thought to himself. I am into that sort of thing!
“Alright, a cup or two won’t kill me.”
“Me neither. Let’s gooooo.”
He could control himself; he could show a semblance of restraint. Maybe spending more time around you would let him realize your true value. If he liked you enough, surely he’d want to keep more than just your hand around. And it would be nice to have a friend at work, someone to make him seem like a typical guy.
He sighed and convinced himself everything would be fine.
And it was. When the two of you arrived at your home, Kira was pleasantly surprised by its comforting warmth. It was no sunset. But it was close enough, disarming him all the same. He made himself comfortable on your couch. You prepared the tea, blethering about your interests. He watched you intently, taking in every little movement you made.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” you said, placing a cup of tea in front of him. “But you have the eyes of a hunter.”
“What?!”
Suddenly he was trying to look as doe-eyed as possible. He couldn’t believe his mask was already slipping.
“It’s not a bad thing,” you laughed, nervously scratching the base of your skull.
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh my god, don’t be,” you cooed as you took a seat beside him. “It’s not a bad thing. I—I, uh…”
You cut yourself off by taking a big sip of tea.
“What was that last part?” He asked, taking off his Valentino jacket.
He carefully folded it and hoped the wrinkling would be minimal. He then rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to feel less constricted, a little freer.
“Uh,” you mumbled, staring at his toned forearms. “It’s, like, attractive. I’m saying that objectively.”
You were courting him in the shadows. He wanted to shake you and beg you to stop, to end this nonsense, to kick him out of your home for his predator eyes. All the time Kira spent trying to shield you from it didn’t mean a thing. It made him ill. And it wasn’t as if he could tell you to stop being flirtatious because it made him want to kill you. If you knew that he was a demon with a thin veneer of sanity, he’d lose you forever.
“Thank you,” he said, sipping his tea.
“I’m surprised someone hasn’t scooped you up already.”
“I don’t really like to make myself… scoopable.”
“Fair enough,” you said, scooching closer to him. “So, you’re not seeing anyone then?”
He paused. “I am not.”
You placed your hand on his thigh, fingers grazing the inside of it. He stared down at your hand like it was a grenade.
“I’m not seeing anyone either,” you said bashfully.
Kira felt like he was going to implode.
“You know… I’ve always had a bit of a,” you coughed nervously, “crush on you. I don’t know why. I just feel drawn to you.”
His cock throbbed under his pants, begging to be freed. His carnal needs were taking over. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually fucked someone, and seeking solace in your cunt sounded endlessly appealing.
“Is that so?”
You nodded and squeezed his thigh. His body ached for you, all of you. He wanted to have every bit of it in his mouth and cover your skin with his cum.
“I need you, Yoshikage,” you said, pulling yourself into his lap. Your hands gripped his shirt.
He didn’t know what to say. You were seeing him too clearly. Hearing you say his name made it all too real. But still there was some allure to it. Rarely did Kira ever feel desired and it was clear as day that you wanted him. It stroked his ego in ways he never thought possible.
“Tell me how much.”
Your hands were now unfastening the buttons of his shirt.
“I’d rather die than be without your touch,” you mewled, rolling your hips against him.
Kira felt like his heart was caught in his throat.
You kissed his cheekbone. “Let’s go to my room.”
He followed you to your room and watched as you removed your work clothes. Your body was incredible, delectable, and he wanted to consume it. It was like a sun ripened peach, dewy and glistening under a full moon. He wondered how it would feel to sink his teeth into your flesh, how sweet your arousal must taste.
Kira did the same, carefully undressing and making sure his clothes wouldn’t look like crumpled paper once he put them back on. His ego sang as you took in his naked form. He knew he was physical perfection, a body in the image of a Bernini sculpture. Your eyes were wide, eager, and starving.
You crawled onto the bed, resting on your back with your legs spread wide. He had a perfect view of your slick cunt, one that nearly made him drool. Unable to contain himself, he got onto the bed and buried his head between your thighs. He lapped at your folds, the tip of his nose brushing up against your swollen clit.
He looked up at you and watched as you grabbed your breasts, pinching your nipples between your fingers.
“Feels s’good,” you mumbled in a blissed out daze.
Kira gave your clit slow, languorous licks, savoring the sweet taste of your arousal. He found himself rutting against the mattress, desperate to feel some form of friction. The sounds of your breathy moans sent him spiraling into a pit of pleasure and despair. His urges were creeping around him, whispering in his ears.
I wonder if she’d make the same noises if you sliced her up a bit.
He closed his eyes and focused on kissing the inside of your thighs while he slipped his fingers inside you. Your moans grew louder, more comely, as he curled them.
“More,” you moaned as you laced your fingers in his wavy, flaxen hair.
Show her the real Yoshikage Kira.
“I want your cock,” you whimpered.
He got on top of you, his blue eyes lost in your haze of ecstasy. Lust radiated off of you, drawing him in. There was no way he could deny you.
He guided his cock inside you, tossing his head back as it was surrounded by the plush heat of your cunt. You locked your legs around him, clinging to his body like your life depended on it. He loved every minute of it; feeling wanted and needed was the best sensation in the world. He was sure of it.
His thrusts were languid and sensuous. Kira liked to take his time while fucking. He was never plagued by the overwhelming reflex to come as fast and hard as possible. He preferred to focus on the needs of his partner, slowly drawing out their transcendent moans. He was hypervigilant in his awareness. You couldn’t hide a thing from Kira. He noticed every muscle twitch, every gasp and groan, every gloriously enraptured expression.
“How does it f—feel?” You asked.
He didn’t want to speak. He felt safer with his mouth shut.
You tightened your cunt around his cock.
“Shit,” he choked out as he bottomed out.
You let out a deep moan and dug your fingernails into his shoulders. Your orgasm flowed through your body, replacing your blood with unadulterated ardor. Your sweet sounds filled the room, overwhelming him.
“I can’t,” he spat out abruptly.
He pulled his cock out of you and rolled gracelessly off the bed.
“Huh?” You were in a fucked out daze.
“I have to go.”
“Is this about the library books?”
He shook his head. “No. I j—I have to leave.”
“Can you at least tell me why?”
“I’m afraid if I stay I’ll do something to you.”
You gave him a confused glare. “What are you talking about?”
KIra stared down at his hands, hoping they would have an answer.
“There is something terrible happening inside me and I don’t want it to interfere with my work life.”
You sat up, your annoyance was tangible and took up space in the room. Your eyes were fixed on his erect cock.
“No one has to know.”
“But—”
“Come on. Let me make you happy before you leave, hm?”
His eyes darkened. “You want to make me happy?”
“Yes. I wanna be filled with your cum,” you begged.
He walked over to the bed and grabbed your right wrist.
“Jerk me off.”
“Uh. Okay,” you said, squeezing his swollen shaft.
Precum dribbled out from the tip, coating your hand and you serviced him. You didn’t look enthused, but you gave it your all.
“Good girl,” he choked out as his cock spurted cum over your chest.
Kira looked down at you, trying to memorize your face since this was the last time he’d see it. He would miss your goofiness and your sweetness, but living without it wasn’t impossible. Life would just go back to the way it was before, the way it should be. Home by 8:00 PM. A glass of warm milk. Stretching.
Surely you would understand why he had to do it.
“Whoa,” you said suddenly. “Wha—what’s that fucking pink thing behind you?”
He panicked and Killer Queen vaporized your body, leaving nothing behind. Kira fell to the ground and buried his face into the side of the mattress. The pain in his chest was sharp and raging. He wished he could go back in time and never agree to dinner. He would have forced Natsumi to go with you. He would have insulted you to your face. Anything to keep you away from him.
Kira was at a loss, alone in your home. He had no idea if anyone saw him come in or if anyone at the office knew you two had gone out. He cursed himself for being so reckless and began to sob. His hubris has gotten the better of him.
What a waste. But don’t worry. There will be another one.
Before you ask: yes, y/n was a stand user. Her stand was Baby One More Time and she could bring plants back from the dead.
- this part takes place a little bit before Twilight became ruler, when other creatures were starting to integrate more in Equestria (i know it doesn’t rlly make sense timeline-wise but just pretend it does. chalk it up to horse years or something lmao)
- instead of giving stands, the arrow is wayyy more unpredictable and tends to amplify any magic that all races/creatures have. eg making someone physically stronger, giving cutie marks that can change, amplifying special talents etc
- because of this Stardust and Chariot have even more incentive to collect and study the arrows, bc who knows what it could do in the wrong hooves
- for example it gave Akira the ability to conduct electricity through his body (and also play guitar better) and it made Clandestine’s magic way stronger
- credit where credit is due, i believe i got the inspiration for Bucks name from @/catboymoments
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Like he's a rough rowdy boy who loves and cares too much bless his heart. he wants to rough it with everyone but he is a rich mans rich son at heart and has a sweet soft heart lol
ALSO ILL NEVER FORGIVE THEM FOR NOT ANIMATED JONATHANS CHOCOLATE BAR SCENE
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I will never forgive the anime for excluding his SINS!! The people need to see Jonathan for what he really is!!!! A MONGREL!!!!
Jonathon Joestar is the most courageous man I have ever met. So WHAT if he cries in his giant bed and eats chocolate?? I bet you've done that before. We've all had our days 😡
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Hi! Could I get the pocky ask game for Thunder McQueen?
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Pocky Day
♡ He’s sweating buckets when you ask him to play the pocky game with him. He’s sweating both from nervousness and excitement! He definitely wants to play this pocky game with you, but at the same time he feels so nervous and self-conscious all of a sudden. Is his breath ok? Does he smell good? Will you find his lips to taste sweet or will they be salty from all his sweat?
♡ Thoughts are racing through his mind as he fumbles to take the pocky out of the package (dropping some in the process). With your help he finally manages to put one end of the pocky stick in his mouth but gosh he’s so nervous when you take the other end and you two are now watching each other closely to see who’s going to make the first move...
♡ The bites he takes are very cautious... but eventually he makes his way closer and closer towards you until your lips almost meet. He feels super nervous again until he doesn’t have time to think anymore because your lips finally meet his! He’s so nervous, but he doesn’t want to pull away now... He doesn’t want the kiss to end anytime soon!
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