s-sour-lemonade-blog

[lawlightism]

their dynamic

[narrators-journal]

Would 17 and 30 Ryomina be okay? Recently found your works and loved how you wrote the pair in the 2022 kinktober asks!

I’m so glad you enjoy how I write Ryomina! Also, just. Fuck yeah! Love getting to write for my number one favorite persona ship (Tatsujun’s a close second btw)! And, I hope this is satisfactory and is some sort of improvement from the earlier kinktober works for these too. Good and sadistic or masochistic, as well as including enough knife for some good ol’ knife kink! I tried, and I think this is a good balance with my ever sought after variety lol. Though, I will warn ya, this one might be a tad...gorey? Or, like, bloody. It’s a bit bloody for sure. Sorry if that’s too far, feel free to ask for another kinktober work if u want a redo or smthn, lol. (I also just love getting kinktober asks, they’re very fun)

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Blood is spilled, knife kink is to blame lol. Minato’s also kind of sadistic, and Ryoji’s definitely a masochist here. The usual freebie teratophilia/monsterfucking energy, blowjobs, also! Just a general warning for spoilers for persona 3, and morbid dialogue relating to animals. Nothing zoophilic, just dark.

Minato smiled as he balanced his knife on the chest of the beautiful man beneath him. The tip of the blade dug into his pale flesh by the weight of the blue-haired senior’s hand on the hilt, Ryoji’s refreshingly blue eyes locked onto the blade, even as he laid back on one of his many pillows with his swept-back, chestnut hair a bit of a mess around his round, pink-tinted face. “Y’know, Ryoji, when you said you wanted to give me a graduation gift, I didn’t expect this to be what you meant.” He hummed, the shirtless man only able to give an awkward, “I...um, I mean, you did always say you wanted to mark me up? So, happy graduation! Sorry you missed it! Go crazy, as an apology!” while he laid on his circle-shaped, pillow-covered bed. A small chuckle a failed attempt to cover the way his eyes were wide with a melancholy mix of nerves, guilt, and arousal. “You sure? If you’re scared of the knife, I won’t use it.” the wildcard hummed flatly, even as he lifted the blade away from the bead of blood that formed where the sharp point of the knife had dug into him.

Which, was probably a good idea, as Ryoji gave an honest, hearty laugh that shook the blue-haired man who straddled him in his boxers and one of the brunette’s button-ups. “Aw, Funeral lily, that’s cute. But come on, we both know what I am now, right? A kitchen knife isn’t going to do anything to me.” He reminded, which was a green light for a darkly trouble-making grin to spread across the midnight-haired man’s fair face before he tossed a leg back over the brunette’s body to instead climb off of the bed. The confused look the move earned responded to with a small smile.

“Great! Then I’m not wasting anymore time. Get on your knees, Mochizuki.” He ordered, the weapon in his hand used to gesture to the bright yellow sunflower carpet that was only one of the many pops of color that the immortal brunette used to brighten the gothic architecture of his bedroom. “Wait, but, I thought you’d, y’know, want to mark me? Or, well, at least try, since I don’t really scar.” Ryoji asked even while he moved to do as he was told. And, his point was hard to argue, since the small bead of blood Minato had gotten with the tip of the kitchen knife was already a scab. But, that did little to dissuade the eager excitement already in the wildcard’s blood. “I will, don’t be impatient you slutty pincushion.” He snorted with a pat to the man’s head once he was obediently on his knees in front of him, “But I haven’t had sex in literal years, so now that I can walk around, I’m going to take my time and enjoy this.”

And, while that explanation made Ryoji blink up at Minato with a bit of surprise in his blue eyes, all it took was a small nudge from the flat of the kitchen knife to silence any further conversation or inquiries.

So, instead, the tall brunette obediently set to work on freeing the man’s erection from his boxers so that he could start the foreplay before he got stabbed. First, with almost tentative swipes of his warm tongue at the base of the wildcard’s dick. Slowly trailed up his length with low moans to encourage him. Then, when Ryoji got to the tip, gentle, ghostly kisses. Which, he lavished onto the head of Minato’s cock until a bead of precum could be lapped away. “Fuck, Mochi...I see you haven’t fallen out of practice…” The wildcard joked while he watched the brunette’s thick lashes fall over his eyes at the taste of the salty fluid. But, Ryoji didn’t respond to the small jab, he just took him into his mouth to begin a gentle amount of suction that earned a louder moan.

Finally, he began to bob his head slowly. More of Minato’s length taken into the warmth of his mouth with each movement, just enough suction added when he pulled back to quicken the wildcard’s breaths, and his tongue kept to the underside of his cock for extra stimulation as a swift reminder of why the brunette had been such a swift hit with the girls of Gekkoukan

Yet, that night wasn’t a usual night. Because, if it were any night before Minato’s coma, it would’ve taken more than Ryoji’s playful, patient pace to infect the blue-haired wildcard’s head with a feral voice that urged, Fuck his face. Slam into his mouth, it’s not like he can suffocate on your dick. Even if that WOULD be insanely hot. And, on a normal night, Minato wouldn’t have had a knife to keep at his lover’s neck. “God damn it…” Minato muttered to himself, his eyes closed so he could relish the moist warmth of the tongue his cock sat on, Ryoji’s nose now buried in his pubes so that the brunette could huff whatever musk the wildcard had. Before, after a long moment, he pulled away and let his member go with a soft pop of his lips. “You doing okay, Funeral lily? You want me to- Woah!”

Ryoji’s question died in the air when Minato firmly pressed the point of his knife into the dip where the brunette’s throat met his shoulder. “No! No, I don’t want you to stop, why the hell would I want that?!” He snapped, teeth barred at the reaper as his knife drew a new bead of blood that swiftly trickled down along his collar bone. “I-I was just checking! You were breathing very fast, I didn’t want you to pass out or something,” The brunette explained, his sapphire eyes wide as they watched the silver glint of the blade. “I won’t fucking pass out, fuck you.” Minato snarled while his cock twitched in impatient agreement. Though, his ill temper, naturally, didn’t deter or scare the brunette sat before him. Which, while Minato understood, still irked him a bit.

There was simply something annoying in the way that Ryoji moved his eyes to look up at him, the affection and lust that had shamelessly filled his eyes from their first interaction slowly dulled by the return of his guilt, any hint of fear squashed by a hint of regret that snuck in the moment the brunette no longer had a dick to focus on. Which, honestly, might’ve been the real reason Minato’s lip curled down at the man in that moment, aside from the simple irritation that came from the lack of sexual release.

So, he soothed his own anger with a quick slash at Ryoji’s neck with the kitchen knife. Done to earn a yelp, and rekindle the pink blush that had faded from the brunette’s cheeks, but, also to stir up a darkly sadistic joy in Minato as well. The masochistic pleasure that washed away the guilty shine enough to return Minato’s less malicious, lascivious enjoyment while he watched the gash heal itself shut. Only to jab the tip of the knife into the cut just before it could completely heal. “You were serious, huh? You’re really just gonna let me go crazy on you with a knife?” He asked, the dark lust that filled his words almost enough to shake the wildcard, if he hadn’t been too horny to care about his own moral standing. “Uh-huh…” Ryoji panted out, which got a raised eyebrow as he continued, “Like I said...not like you’ll kill me, so. It’s just kinda hot, not scary.” “Why? I mean, other than the masochism of it, I guess.” Minato hummed, the tip of his knife slowly drug across the man’s offered throat to create a new wound and let more thick blood spill down his chest. “Be…” The reaper’s voice was even weaker when he spoke that time, his head lolled back, lust glazed over his eyes like a layer of ice over a pond in winter. “Because...You’re no threat to me. So, you trying to be, is...cute. Like...like a fox trying to intimidate a hunter’s gun.” And, the morbid reason made Minato snort a bit before he pulled the knife out of Ryoji’s throat to let him heal. “Well, that’s good, I suppose. Now, open your mouth.” He abruptly ordered, though the reaper’s obedience enough to make his cock twitch once more.

So, with his lover’s arousal in mind, and his own impatience just beneath the surface, the wildcard grabbed Ryoji’s swept back hair and pushed himself back into his mouth. Though, he didn’t bother with a slow, or really even compassionate pace. Ryoji Mochizuki was Death, he could take a dick being shoved down his throat for a few moments.

Which, Minato took advantage of to fuck into the man’s mouth while one hand was kept tangled in his slicked back hair. Though, the tall brunette made no move to stop the harsh treatment. Instead, he only let out muffled whines and moans, kept his tongue pressed against the bottom of his lover’s dick, and his hands on the carpet so that he didn’t jolt to hard while Minato lost himself in the pleasure. Unhindered moans released into the air to dance with the quieter, needier noises of the brunette. The knife kept, as best as Minato could manage through the haze of his desire, at the god’s throat. Any scratches or jabs little more than fuel for the two’s desire.

Until, all too quickly, Minato’s thrusts began to turn as sloppy as his breaths. His thoughts little more than fuck...god damn, fuck… before they were vanquished with the wildcard’s other senses in a blinding blast of white-hot heat.

And, when those senses returned, Minato found himself not on his feet, but crumpled bonelessly into Ryoji’s arms, his head on the taller man’s shoulder while he ran his fingers through Minato’s midnight hair. “What...the hell…” He breathed, his thoughts like sand in his skull, “I...Why am I so tired? Why did that...Did I even orgasm?” “You did,” the brunette assured with a laugh, his tongue swiped over his lips as if to double check that he got it all, “You even managed to get most of it in my mouth before you collapsed.” Minato only able to huff at that last part, his cock only able to weakly twitch in its own complaint, “That’s so embarrassing. I don’t collapse after a fucking blowjob.” He muttered, though the brunette only squeezed him and scooped him up to place him back onto the circular bed. “You also don’t sleep for seven years, funeral lily. Give your libido time to build back up, dear.”

While he spoke, the tall god crawled into bed beside Minato and cuddled up to him despite his continued mutters. Though, while it hurt his ego a bit to admit, the wildcard knew his lover had a point. So, he caved and let the brunette bring out his wings to drape a large, iridescent-black appendage over him like a blanket. “We’re gonna fuck again once I have my breath back, though.” He warned grumpily, with a kiss his only response.

[eliseliedl]

Persona 3 Portable (FeMC route) vs. Persona 3 Reload

[junebugknight]

[nejishadow]

Some of these I made in April and some I made in August so. I can't think of much of a caption...

*dramatic points* omg Bebe! He finally showed up!! I seriously wanna do more featuring the social links

[d1shfandomz]

can someone please explain to me why ryomina gay is debatable amongst the greater persona 3 community because i thought that ryoji mochizuki being bisexual and gay for makoto was pretty explicit (especially in reload) but that’s just me maybe?? anyways ryomina warriors keep doing what you do they’re the only persona 3 ship ever actually

[frickingnerd]

yandere!ryoji & yandere!makoto with a bullied darling

pairing: makoto yuki / minato arisato x gn!reader x ryoji mochizuki

tags: wholesome fluff, ryoji & makoto working together to protect reader, minor implied 'killing' of bullies at the end

makoto and ryoji get along well enough, despite both of them having a massive crush on you!

while they should be rivals – and perhaps would be under different circumstances – the two of them don't have the time to fight each other, when there's a much bigger threat: your bullies!

despite how sweet you are, those mean bullies pick on you almost daily! ryoji and makoto can't understand why anyone could ever dislikes you, but one thing is clear:

they'll have to protect you from those bullies! no matter the cost! anything is fair game, as long as it protects that precious smile of yours!

ryoji seems like much less of a threat than makoto! he's the one always defending you with a smile on his lips, telling your bullies that ‘it's not nice to pick on others’

yet deep down, he doesn't feel like smiling at all. he hates those guys! and he really wishes they'd just disappear, yet he takes a more friendly approach when it comes to protecting you

makoto, however, is much more direct when he's protecting you. he's usually quiet and reserved, so when he does speak up and raises his voice, it often shuts everyone around him up

he'll wrap an arm around you, glaring at your bullies, as he tells them to ‘stay away’ from you and that he ‘never wants to see them near you again’

makoto and ryoji both want to end this as quick and peacefully as possible! but if your bullies decide to keep on picking on you, then makoto plans to take them to tartarus and let them rot there, until the shadows deal with them…

[cyhaino]

"I thought if I impressed you, it might be a good way for us to hit it off."

[moonlightedva]

kicking off the month with part 3

[extinct-fish]

I splatoonified all of SEES

As a bonus, I added their splashtag numbers( game number, arcana number), as well as their titles.

I changed Mitsuru's splashtag title bc I felt ice-cold queen felt better than Orderly Entrepeneur.

[sees-text-shenans]

More ryoji? I love him oh so much and im very excited to get to his new lines in reload. shocked they seemed to have made him even gayer howd they do that

moommm the gays are being gay again 🙄

According to the poll, a lot of people wanted the Tarty wallpaper to stay, but i also noticed a reply saying it made it hard to concentrate on texts, so i improvised and edited the photo to be more muted. Let me know what you guys think <3

[writers-reach]

Hello! Could i request headcanons for Junpei, Ryoji & Minato (seperate or togethers fine) with another member of sees (the reader) that's like a 'chickbro' to them? The idea came to my head so I thought why not :P

Have a nice day!

persona 3: one of da boys (junpei iori, ryoji mochizuki, & minato arisato)

notes: gn!reader, ryoji and minato can be read as romantic, no spoilers, platonic junpei

junpei iori

we already know how he is with his sl. loves to goof off, ropes you into doing dumb shit, but will fiercely defend you and your reputation like his life depends on it.

junpei comes from a shitty home, but after joining sees, he found people that he connects with and who accept him, and he wants you to be just the same. he wants to not only be the reason you smile, but to be a shoulder to cry on if need be

you two absolutely scheme to prank the other members of sees (though with junpei, your target is typically yukari)

bff dates to the arcade. you two get... scary competitive.

you are his number 1 hypeman when it comes to chidori. he'll go to you for romantic advice like "is this too cringey?" and you're all "nahh she'll love it!" even if it is a little cringey, they're just too cute <3

ryoji mochizuki

still flirts because dude can't keep it in his pants (regardless of gender i hc him as pansexual), but depending on if he susses out any romantic interest from you, he jokes around a bit more.

tries out pickup lines on you for feedback. some of them are good, some of them are so bad they're good, some are just... god awful. he's lucky he's pretty.

walks with you to and from school, sits next to you on the monorail, just hangs out in your presence a lot.

wants to try new things with you so bad!! new restaurants! that new bookshop that opened up! going to see that new movie that came out!!!!

probably is pretty touchy, but will back off if you tell him to. he's a gentleman, after all.

minato arisato

gamer bestie. will spend hours upon HOURS gaming with you, whether it be an mmorpg or something like mario party

you two have like, some kind of secret unspoken code (or, hell, telepathy) that allows you to communicate without speaking.

probably has a really complex secret handshake with you and you only because junpei got too confused to learn and ryoji just... bless his heart, he can't get it right

i hc that he does tarot readings for fun and will totally read your fortune, but will sometimes be a bit silly and completely misinterpret the results for a laugh.

i.e. "what does that mean for my future?" "oh you're gonna die a horrible death after eating spoiled food" "minato >:("

he brings out a more deadpan side of you, i bet

a/n: hope you like it!! since junpei/ryoji/minato are like, a bestie squad in canon, it's 100% implied that if you're friends with one, you're friends with the other two.

[narrators-journal]

hello happy kinktober! is it possible for ryoji x minato 29 with a bit of bondage

This one’s another one that I’m not the PROUDEST of, but I’m happier with it than I was with the last one, lol. So, I’m not actually that mad, even if I’m realizing now that I accidentally swapped the dynamic. Woops... Though! I hope you can enjoy it regardless, sorry I swapped em, I tend to forget that a lot of the fandom seems to think of Ryoji as more of a top. That, or I mixed this up with the previous request, either way, my bad.

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: A slightly weird form of bondage? I may have gotten too creative, but I technically count it lol. Dubcon, semi-public sex since Minato’s outside, sort of? Crossdressing? Ryoji wears a skirt and thigh highs.

Free from his part-time job, Minato Arisato’s day was effectively done. School had ended hours ago, Ryoji had been drug off by Kenji and the other social butterflies, and Minato’s club activities had ceased for the season. So, until The Dark Hour hit, the midnight-haired man was left to wander the streets of Tatsumi port. Left to slowly make his way back to the Iwatodai dormitory at his own pace.

Which, took him a while to do, between stops for snacks, window shopping, or simply drinking in the bliss of no Junpei or Ryoji to yap at him until a migraine formed, but he did eventually meander towards his dormitory. An impressively large, dark-stoned, multi-floored building that had enough space within it to house at least thirty students, but, in reality only housed the nine current members of the SEES.

Yet, an odd noise from the side of the fancy building upon approach made the emo pause to listen. Do we get raccoons at this time of year? He asked himself as he snuck closer to the corner to listen again to the noise. The sound of wood squeaking and jostling, it turns out, so that confirmed for the blue-haired man that it wasn’t a raccoon. An intruder then? His internal voice suggested next while he peeked into the sideyard of the dorm. Only to be greeted by the sight of a set of hips dressed in a pink schoolgirl’s skirt with black thigh-high socks on the legs attached.

Judging from the way the person’s body wasn’t in view, and the noise, Minato could see that whoever it was, was stuck in one of the windows. Who the hell would break in like this? Robbers don’t wear fucking skirts, so...is this one of Aki’s fangirls? Minato asked himself as he crept closer to try and discern any other details in the thick darkness of the cold night. Which, was when Minato heard Ryoji’s familiar voice from the other side of the jammed window.

“Ryoji, what are you doing there?” Minato asked, stealth forgotten now as he approached the window with a small, slightly mischievous smile on his lips. “How the hell did you know it’s me, funeral lily? You can only see my lower half, did you somehow recognize me by my ass?” The brunette asked, and while his words were muffled by the fact that his front half was in one of the dormitory’s sitting rooms or living rooms, his slightly panicked teasing was still very audible. Even through the window and stone between them. “Because you’re the only person who would try to break into the dorms like this, especially in a skirt.” The man pointed out, his eyes stuck on the swish of the pink plaid in the darkness of the night. “I-!…” Ryoji’s attempt to argue fell flat before he even crafted it. “Damn, am I seriously the only one?” He ended up asking instead, more surprised at the fact he was the only one likely to break in than Minato’s actual accusation. Then, the brunette continued to chatter. Even though, the sound of his voice was quick to turn into little more than white noise for the shaggy-haired senior who let his mind begin to wander into...creative corners of imagination as he drank in the view.

With his body trapped beneath a jammed window, all that was visible on the outside of the dormitory was the pleated, pink plaid skirt and cat-themed thigh-high socks. Why he was in the outfit, Minato didn’t care to guess, but, he did know that the brunette wore it very well. And I bet he wears panties with it too. Ryoji’s the type to. A dark voice in his head mused. Which, Minato found himself able to agree with, so, he reached over and lifted the skirt to check. Almost as if he’d slipped into autopilot while his fantasies began to form.

“-Funeral lily?!” Ryoji squawked, his, likely, explanation of how he ended up in the window interrupted by the surprise that yanked the emo back to reality. “What? You’ve been trying to sleep with me for two straight weeks, yet you’re gonna be prudish when you’re in a skirt?” Minato asked with a small, slightly cold snort. His nonchalance and dark curiosity probably clear, even through the pane of glass between the two. Because Ryoji couldn’t seem to articulate an argument while the wildcard admired the black, lace-trimmed panties that the brunette did in fact wear with his skirt. Knew it.

Though, while the fact Ryoji wore panties to match his outfit wasn’t a surprise, the way his bulge seemed to twitch under Minato’s gaze. Which, made the blue-haired wildcard’s dick give his own twitch. Which, seemed to awaken some buried, dark side to the wildcard. “Ryoji, is there any particular reason that you’re wearing panties?” He asked, his voice purposely kept flat in case Ryoji truly was uncomfortable. “Oh, because my boxers poked out from beneath the skirt, and it felt very exposing to let my dick, y’know, just kinda hang there? In a skirt.” The brunette explained, and, as the wildcard had assumed, his indignation from Minato’sinitial peekcompletely gone. Little more than a flash-in-the-pan reaction that was snuffed out by his desire, it seemed. So, the shaggy-haired man let his hand wander beneath the pleated skirt to feel over the curve of the man’s ass cheek and the soft fabric of the panties.

The simple touch of his hand against Ryoji’s pale skin was enough to make the stuck man shudder slightly beneath his palm. Which, only further amused the wildcard as he pulled his hand away and let the skirt fall back over Ryoji’s plump ass. Though, he didn’t move to free the captive brunette. Instead, he simply slipped his hand into his school bag to fish out a small bottle of lube that he had originally packed for a rendezvous when Kenji grew a bit curious. “Um, do you mind maybe helping me out of here now, Mina?” Ryoji asked to break the silence that had settled between them. Suspicious curiosity was evident in his words, but, the wildcard didn’t bother to verbally reply. Instead, he slipped his hand back beneath the fabric of the skirt to hook his fingers to pull the lace-trimmed panties down. “Hey?! Funeral lily, the hell are you up to now?!” the brunette squawked, tense surprise now thick in his voice along with a hint of fear that the wildcard caught, though all he got in response was a flat, “That should be pretty clear.” that didn’t at all show the spark of dark enjoyment that bit of fear gave while Minato dripped a bit of lube onto his fingers and spread it over his digits.

Then, he slowly pushed them into the captive brunette’s asshole. That dark spark in his chest seeming to grow stronger when he got a startled, half snap of, “Funeral lily!” while Ryoji squirmed. And, if the emo hadn’t known just how hard Ryoji tried to get him into bed, he would’ve assumed his startled anger was real. But, he did know how desperate the man was for him, so his attempt at anger just made him grin again. “Ryoji.” He snorted back as he curled his fingers to massage the brunette’s inner walls. The minimal amount of friction all it took to make the stuck transfer student’s argument devolve into barely contained moans and whines.

And, Minato made sure he stayed in that thoughtless state of pleasure with deep, slow thrusts that continued to drag his fingers over the sensitive flesh. Though, even with how easily the tall transfer student had crumbled beneath the pleasurable friction, he couldn’t seem to resist the chance to purr, “And look at that, you’re taking my fingers so well. I could almost think you got stuck like this solely to let me do this.” to make the man tighten around his fingers in a barely repressed needy shudder before he pulled his fingers out completely.

Though, the blue-haired man made sure that Ryoji didn’t stay empty for too long. That would’ve risked his coherent thoughts being able to return, so he made quick work of his belt and pants so that he could line himself up and push into the brunette’s ass. A moan allowed to escape into the chilled night air to match Ryoji’s lascivious whine.

And, after a brief moment to let the man adjust, the wildcard was quick to set a rough, quick pace. “Ah! Fuck, M-Mina!” The brunette gasped, his voice mangled by melancholic moans and small whines from the sudden burst of friction and stimulation. However, he seemed to swiftly remember his position through the haze of sudden pleasure and muffled his noises. So, Minato just gave a small grunt and grabbed onto his hips with a grip that was sure to bruise.

Though, if the brunette cared about the ache of his hold, Minato didn’t hear him say anything over the sound of his hips against the soft meat of the taller man’s ass. So, he happily continued to pound into him at his relentless pace. “Mmmina!” Ryoji whined, need nowthick in his breathy, lust-filled voice as the wildcard tried to simultaneously chase the high, and savor the slick warmth that almost felt as if it would strangle his cock. But, the emo was still quick to hiss, “Keep your voice down, Mochizuki. If we get caught, I’ll have to stop.” as he tightened his hold on the brunette’s hips so that he wouldn’t jostle the window too much and cause more noise than the captive transfer student already was.

And, thankfully, that simple hiss and maybe a painful squeeze to his hips seemed to be the only reminders needed to quiet the boy back down. Granted, it wasn’t by a whole lot, but it still allowed the wildcard to focus back in on the rhythmic plap, plap, plap of his hips against Ryoji’s ass and the delicious friction of the man’s hole around his dick. The only sounds that slipped through the jammed window were muffled, choked-down moans and whines that fed the bonfire that simmered Minato’s blood.

His own lewd noises slipped out pretty freely into the cool night air, but Minato made sure to keep his volume low and his attention at least slightly on the noises around them to be sure nobody found him. “God, you’re tight as hell…” He muttered, more to himself than his partner, since Ryoji likely hadn’t even heard him through his moans and the window between them. But, his words were still true. The way that the brunette’s ass squeezed him was almost maddening, especially when paired with the lewd sound of Minato’s hips against the captive man’s ass.

But, he had to fight down the stew of stimulants just a bit. Easy, not too soon, Arisato. He scolded himself with an unsteady breath, You can’t cum too soon, you’ve gotta savor this. He continued to think, even though the squeeze around his member seemed to slowly eat away at that resolve. With each rapid shlick or plap of skin on skin a push to his back to inch him closer to the edge. But, he did his best to vent the desire that burned the oxygen from his lungs with deep breaths that expanded his ribs and granted him just a moment longer of stamina.

However, it was only a few moment's extension. Because, no matter how Minato pushed his orgasm away, it continued to build in his belly. Continued to make the man’s thrusts sloppier, and sloppier. Each lewd moan that the brunette let slip another strike to the wildcard’s mental dam.

Until, against the midnight-haired persona user’s wishes, euphoria swept him away. The waves of warmth overwhelming, and the shudders of bliss strong enough to give the man a belly ache until they finally began to ebb. Which, felt as if it took an hour, even though Minato knew it only took at most three minutes for his senses to return.

When that moment came, Minato slid himself free of Ryoji’s ass before the warm constriction became painful. Much to the annoyance of the stuck man, but his whine and curses were ignored. Instead, Minato righted his pants and pried the window back up so that the taller male could get free and glare at him. “Are you really just- are you…” That time, the annoyance in the brunette’s voice was palpable in the chilly night’s air, so he had to take a moment to compose himself enough to get out, “Is that it?!” “Yeah, kinda.” the wildcard said flatly with a simple shrug while Ryoji finally remembered to right his panties. “I don’t like overstimulation, I’m not going to continue if I cum first. You can jerk yourself off.” “That is such a selfish thing to do!” He snapped, but the wildcard just laughed his glare off and turned to go. “And it’s kinda fucked up to break into my dorm, so, we’re kinda even.”

With that, the dark-haired man headed back for the front door before Ryoji could recover from that point. The last thing Minato heard from the brunette was the sound of his spoiled whines and claims of never speaking to him again. But, they both knew how shallow that claim was.

[eliseliedl]

"I thought if I impressed you, it might be a good way for us to hit it off." Persona 3 Reload 12 / ?

[akechilover69]

Konami as a bunch of ships I like hell yeah!!!!!!am I right?

[anotheraverageairbreather]

Ok so Ive been playing P3r (I’m almost done and and I’ve had the end mostly spoiled, so pls Dw abour spoilers), and I am trying VERY hard to get into P3 fics. The issue is, I can’t seem to find a ship I clique with and I’m not a huge gen fic gal. I keep seeing a lot ofwell written Akihiko X Makoto and Ryoji x Makoto fics, and I’m trying to enjoy them, I guess I’m just struggling to understand the ships. I’ve come around more to AkixMakoto since I’m still late game, but still hard for to picture them as anything other than just bros (or tbh Makoto genuinly with anyone???). And like I get the concept of Yuki and Ryoji being cool since they’re like kind of the same person? I just feel like Ryoji came so late that I have a hard time seeing much in their dynamic. If you like these, or ANY other P3 ship, could you please explain why? And leave ur fav fic too! I’m trying to get into it, jusr haven’t had my “ah hah!” Moment.