「Anime x Reader One Shots」

My Master (Yandere!Izaya Orihara x Reader)

When you first visited Ikebukuro, you had only planned on staying for a week to visit family. It only took him that short week to find you. At first, he only wanted to find you to satisfy his curiosity. You were this mystery girl to him, of course he had to find out more about you. It was right before you were about to catch your train to leave the city when he struck.

Back then, you were so naive to all of the dangers the world possessed. You believed that every person had a good side to them no matter how dark they really were. Perhaps that was true for most people, but Izaya Orihara could hardly be considered human. As sly as a fox, he could ease his way out of any tight situation and even be able to manipulate the minds of any innocent person he wanted. It was no different for you.

Standing in the train station among the crowd of people, you never expected someone to approach you, let alone it be an attractive man who did. Dressed in black to match his hair, he looked like some sort of angel. An angel of death would be fitting for him. Even so, he had this aura around him that attracted you to him. He was a mystery that you wanted to solve.

"Hey," he said, confidence oozing from his voice. "My name's Izaya Orihara. I've seen you around the city and I was wondering what your name was."

You knew you should've been cautious about what information you gave away to this strange man but at the same time, you felt as if you could trust him.

"I'm (Y/N), it's nice to meet you," you replied right away.

"Such a beautiful name, (Y/N)-chan," he complimented with a smirk.

A slight blush appeared on your face. It wasn't such a big compliment but coming from him, it sounded even better.

"Since it's obvious your stay in Ikebukuro is only temporary, what would you say if I asked you to go out on a date with me?"

It took you a moment to snap out of your shock. It was hard for you to believe that someone like him would ask you out. At first, you thought it was merely a silly joke he was trying to pull but his face remained deadly serious.

"I really appreciate the offer, but I've already bought my train ticket and it'll be arriving soon-"

"If you agree, I promise I'll buy you another ticket for tomorrow. I'm just asking for one date with a beautiful girl."

A shy smile appeared on your face. It was that same smile that got him. He knew right then that he needed to make you his. The only thing a man like him is capable of is corrupting the innocent and you were the perfect match. And like the fool you are, you accepted the request.

When he took you back to his home, you never thought it would be the last time you'd ever be outside. You foolishly assumed he would keep his word and buy you another train ticket back home. Never would you have thought of him as deranged as he truly was. He wasn't going to let you leave, he never would. As long as he wanted you to be his, that you would be. If there was anything worse than him kidnapping you, it was that there was nothing you wanted more than to stay with him.

Your body hung limply, the only thing keeping you supported were the heavy chains binding your limbs to the wall. Your hands, feet and even your neck was encircled by the chains that you grew to love so much. These chains that Izaya gave you also represented the strong love he possessed for you. He told you every day that as long as you were chained up, you would always be his and there was nothing you wanted more in the world.

This had been your life for the past year since the day you accepted his offer to go on a date with him. Even after all this, if you could go back in time and never have met him, you wouldn't do that. You couldn't. Your love for him was as strong as the chains that bound you.

Hearing footsteps walking down the wooden staircase, your heart nearly skipped a beat in excitement. Izaya hadn't visited you at all that day and you were yearning to see his handsome face and to hear his soothing voice. He was dressed like he always was except for the switchblade that he now carried in his hand. As he walked closer to you, your heart started beating rapidly in excitement for what was to come.

"Hey, (Y/N)-chan," he said in his sly voice as he used his switchblade to play with your shredded clothing.

Over the past year, his switchblade had torn your only clothes to shreds. What remained barely did anything to cover up your body, but it wasn't like you minded. Izaya was your one true love, you had nothing to hide from him.

"I missed you, Izaya," you said with a smile.

That smile of yours was quickly erased with a fit of rage from him. Grabbing the chain that was wrapped around your neck, he yanked it hard before pressing his switchblade against your neck. The look of pure anger on his face almost made you completely forget about how you currently unable to breathe.

"Don't just refer to me like I'm some everyday person on the streets! I am your lover and therefore, I am your master. I love you so that means it's my duty to control you and if you loved me, you'd let that happened."

"I-I'm sorry!" you choked out, fear making itself noticeable in your voice. "I do love you, m-master."

Izaya let go of the chain and removed the switchblade from your neck. You coughed and sputtered at the sudden air finally filling your lungs as he stood back looking pleased.

"Good girl," he said.

You've been reduced to nothing more than a plaything always ready at Izaya's disposal. Even so, there was nothing you would've preferred more than this.