#Makoto Yuki x Ryoji Mochizuki

[lawlightism]

their dynamic

[narrators-journal]

This means nothing

Ngl, this is a pretty mindless little ditty. I just want to get back into practice writing stuff outside of the pure smut. Yanderes, fluff, character exploration, it doesn’t matter, I just want to write funny little stories and explore. Hope you guys enjoy!

Minato Arisato was not very social. He barely had the skills to maintain what little, socially expected bonds he had with his fellow seniors and persona users, let alone grow attached enough to someone for a crush to develop. Which, in the wildcard’s opinion, was a good thing. Minato was too much of a broken man, and his life was too chaotic and dangerous for any form of attachment to the living. He had realized that fact long ago, and he had accepted it. But, life seemed to have a kink for putting a fly into the man’s soup whenever it had a chance.

Ryoji Mochizuki.

Ryoji Mochizuki was that fly in the emo’s soup for his senior year. A tall, friendly transfer student with dark brown hair that he kept swept back out of his hypnotically cerulean blue eyes. Constantly dressed up with suspenders over a snowy white button-up to compliment the black pants from the school uniform, the brunette seemed to know the perfect way to strike a balance between being dressed for his economic bracket, and being approachable and casual. Which, was a look that he accented with his signature sun-colored scarf that the wildcard felt the powerful urge to choke him with whenever he laid eyes on his infectious, goofy smile.

Which, was an urge that most of the girls in Gekkoukan seemed to share with the emo. Because, a new girl seemed to ask the newest boy out every day after school. As if Ryoji was some communal toy to take turns with.

It pissed Minato off.

The way that girls would nearly swarm Ryoji, even during his attempts to chat up Minato, it boiled the man’s blood enough to warm him against the stale chill that hung in the Dark Hour’s air. Every time that the brunette agreed to some date to the movies, the persona-user felt the urge to light the asker on fire with Orpheus’ power.

Not like I’m in love with him, though. He fumed while he walked through the stagnant stillness of the cursed thirteenth hour. Why would I care if he’s a whore? It’s his own damned life, and it keeps him out of my hair. The only reason I’m out here is because Sadako gives me a headache. Her going out with Ryoji a second time doesn’t fucking matter to me. He continued to tell himself. Even while he pushed open a window to get into his classmate’s home, crowbar set to rest against the wall.

Though, some part of the midnight-haired man knew the truth deep down. Nobody would sneak into the house of a friend’s date with good intentions. Not while her and all of her family members were locked into heavy, black coffins beneath a swollen moon and tornado-green sky. Yet, there he was, doing his best to guestimate which coffin was Sadako’s. The one leaned against the couch, dark lid so smooth that it glinted in the eerie light that poured in from the window, or the one that Minato found laid out in the plainer, simply decorated bedroom? No, Sadako was too noisy and hyper for the only pictures on her wall to be family photos, so Minato moved on to the second bedroom in the household.

And, that one was far more suited to the type of girl Sadako was. Posters of pop bands, fairy lights, plushies, and colorful makeup that were scattered across her vanity. There was no question in Minato’s mind of who the obsidian coffin on the plushie-adorned bed held.

So, he paused within the doorway. The unmoved silence only broken by the soft skitter of the shadows that occupied the secret thirteenth hour of the day, the unnatural light of the unearthly moon, all of it was morbidly peaceful. A peace that seemed to sit heavily on Minato, as if the manifestations of humanities toxicity somehow had the foothold to judge the wildcard for the way he eventually moved to the side of the bed with his crowbar in hand.

This still doesn’t mean anything. I’m doing this because I don’t like her, not for Ryoji. Minato thought as he stared down at the coffin lid that his crowbar just barely caught the edge of. Her face just barely visible through the glass-like lid of the thing that encased her from the green-tinted night. Ryoji annoys me too, he’s next. This is not because I’m jealous…

[eliseliedl]

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

[junebugknight]

[extinct-fish]

Silly little thing

THIS FUCKING THING CURED MY ART BLOCK! WHO KNEW I NEEDED TO DRAW SILLY THEATER KIDS AS OCTOKIDS?!

[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

[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]

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]

"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?

[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.