#Persona 5 x reader

[knnichs]

if you could be mine, if we could be us

— wherein he realizes that he's fallen in love with you.

c. akira, akechi, ryuji, yusuke

t. fluff, gn!reader, reader is a member of the phantom thieves and is a persona user, joker & akira have incredibly opposite personalities (tad bit exaggerated), kamoshida & madarame mention (sorry), yusuke forgives madarame, minor spoilers for akechi & yusuke, no/very little dialogue, wc: 1.5k

The mementos may not be the best time to think about it, but Akira can’t help but blush. He finally noticed that he has feelings for his best friend.

After hearing the rest of the group tease him about having a soft spot for you—you would expect the leader of the Phantom Thieves to be a little smart, but he’s surprisingly unfazed that they realized it before he did.

Recently, you saw how Joker had been more of a show-off during battle. With flashy moves and unnecessary very cliche lines when interrogating a shadow, (which you are very sure he practiced in front of the bathroom mirror in Leblanc) all while having the energy to have a signature finishing move when defeating an opponent. He becomes more chatty, more confident—more cocky. You love seeing Joker enjoying his time, but in all honesty it’s a bit unsettling. The usually quiet-but-snarky leader is suddenly talkative. What happened?

As a joke, you confronted him about it in a teasing manner. “Joker, somethin’ good happen?” You would say. All you will get is a smile as he waves off the question, “Nothing specific happened.”

Unfortunately, as soon as you return to reality, he will continue back to his usual self. It’s as if a shift happened to his entire personality as soon as he had the mask on. The truth is, being in the metaverse does somewhat help with how he is feeling. It gives him the confidence boost he needs to be just the tiniest bit more like a guy you could only read in books. He still acts like a proper gentleman, even in reality, but his metaverse self—Joker, is exactly the kind of person who would unironically steal your heart. Being on television and having fangirls of his own, you would at least expect him to take advantage of his charm just to impress you, no?

Akechi isn’t surprised. Not the slightest bit.

You were always willing to help him with academics—despite him already being smart to handle his studies and detective work. You say it’s so that he doesn’t go home so tired all the time. Each time he smiles and refuses your offer, saying he’s able to perfectly balance his work life with his school curriculars. Though this does lead to him being over exhausted one too many times.

You end up visiting Akechi in his apartment when you find the time, inviting him to a night out to destress. There is a slim chance you will find him in a vulnerable state; Drowsy and tired, heavy eyebags from another night of staying up. Maybe he hasn’t slept at all and has to decline your offer to take time to rest. Sometimes he is in a good mood, having free time after accomplishing another case and telling you about it as he invites you to his room. Other times he is incredibly busy, schedule packed with deadlines racking up. He’s exhausted and doesn’t have enough social battery to hang out with someone for the whole day, and you completely understand that. Being a student, a detective, and a celebrity all at once is overwhelming.

You do your best to show that you care about him with those little gestures. Copying notes he might’ve missed, saving presentations, and making reviewers for him to easily study when finals are near. He’s incredibly thankful for that, and in turn, he shows that he notices those gestures of yours by doing the same thing to you. He’s never had anyone that cared about him this much, and that alone is enough reason for him to slowly fall in love with you. Akechi would pick up little details and your small quirks and keep them in mind—your go-to drink, favorite restaurant, how you act when you’re especially stressed, he takes lots of mental notes on your behavior so he is well prepared to handle your little emotional outbursts.

He finds it easy to charm people with his looks and very outgoing personality, he has used this to try and woo you to like him—maybe your actions towards him had some sort of meaning and that you liked him. Unfortunately, it completely backfired. He ended up catching feelings for you in the process as soon as he saw you as someone who liked him for who he was. For some odd reason, this detective is not exactly good with love.

Ryuji gets nervous around you. Sweaty palms and stuttering sentences—you have this effect on him and he can’t break out of it.

You outshone the sun with your presence alone. He is very much so affected by it, Ryuji has never noticed this before with anyone else he’s been with. You were kind, compassionate, you loved helping people around you. Seeing how you were as eager to take Kamoshida down with him—with the rest of the Thieves—made him think that the two of you were on the same page when it came to thinking.

Ryuji is… Not the best person to rely on for academics, but he surely makes up for it with other things. With his (pretty much) outgoing personality, he does find it easier to invite you out to little “friendly” dates, he’d say. Having Ryuji as your food buddy is a good experience, and having him as a friend is an even better one. When you’re in an especially rough slump, he’s willing to be there by your side as a personal hype man. He would say he delivers the best pep talks and speeches, putting corny jokes into them to lighten the mood, and it’s safe to say that you laugh easier with him too.

He’s good at cheering you up, he doesn’t like seeing you in a tough spot. He loves your company too—so to see or even hear that anything bad happened to you is a no-go for him. It takes a while for it to register that he started having feelings for you, he’s pretty oblivious, even to himself. So you may need to initiate the first move at times. Once it’s hit him, he’ll be a little bit more extra clingy, but a little distant at the same time. He’s a bit overwhelmed with the butterflies you give him, but give it time and he’ll do his best to make a move on you too.

Yusuke wonders if you’re sick of him yet.

He’s constantly asking you to model for his paintings, constantly bugging you to go with him to visit parks and shrines. Museum trips are definitely a must when you meet with him, and you most likely have to pay for the entrance fee as well. And the food, and the little souvenirs they have. (Well, the souvenirs were your choice. You thought he would appreciate the gift.) With him being short on money because of his passion, he understands if you ever stop wanting to respond to his messages. Surprisingly, you do not. You plan some of those hangouts yourself—and Yusuke is, well… Touched, you could say.

He shows his appreciation by being a little more open with you, trusting you with more of his feelings; ranting to you about certain missions you did in the mementos or how Joker is a bad driver, maybe how his art block is eating him alive and it's frustrating how he can’t find the proper inspiration. One topic about Madarame, how he still found the will to forgive him even after all he did to him and his mother. You listened, of course, and you’re glad he openly trusts you with these kinds of things.

Another way he shows that he is appreciative of what you do is with gifts. Traditional boxes of chocolates or handmade letters (made to look like calling cards) for holiday greetings, portraits of you, sketches of you, doodles of you… Suddenly everything about his life has been about you. He doesn’t dare show his sketchbook to everyone, god forbid. But you do notice him excessively asking you to pose in front of a gorgeous scenery in the park as he scribbles on a notepad. Weeks later, you never really see him make a painting of it despite saying so. He says it’s only to gain motivation, or to get himself warmed up to draw again—but truth be told; You just looked as gorgeous as the flowers that bloom in the bushes behind you, the clear, blue lake, and the sunny weather itself. Everything started to remind him of you, and he can’t help but pull up his contacts on his phone and call you again to have an “inspiration” walk.

this was absolutely adorable to write. can you tell who my favorite character is sob... anyway! this is my official debut to being a persona author too,, erm requests are open heart for persona 5! maybe not 3 yet. because i am in the very early stages.. ignore how i tagged this like an ao3 fi

[rekino2114]

I was curious, can you do a one-shot with the Phantom Thieves entering the Palace of an S/O (Futaba's Boyfriend or an S/O with Crush in Futaba), but who is so isolated and self-sabotaging, that his Palece is a tower, a tower that is completely infinite in size, with each floor of the tower being an infinite multiverse of its own, and every floor sees the floor below it as fiction, and the S/O itself is at the top of the tower that has infinite floors (Yes, I've been playing a lot of tabletop RPGs)

Futaba discovering your palace

Pairing:futaba sakura x male reader

A/n:I actually really love the idea of the boyfriend of one of the phantom thieves girls having a palace so that is why this is long. Also sorry if I didn't put all of the stuff you said in the request

Futaba groaned as the game over screen appeared on her switch, she turned around on her bed and sighed

"Ugh! I'm getting bored, when is he gonna come?"

Her complaining was answered when she heard a notification sound coming from her phone, the specific one she had for your texts, so she quickly grabbed it and unlocked it only to be very disappointed when she read your text

"Sorry futaba, I can't really come play with you today"

Futaba wanted to say she was surprised but she hated the fact that she could see this coming

"Really? Why?"

"I'm just not feeling in the mood"

"That's what you said last time too....and the time before that"

"I know and I'm really sorry, It's just not the best period"

"You know you can tell me if anything's happening right? You've been acting weird lately"

"Don't worry I'm fine, I'm sure it will pass"

"If you say so, remember that I'm here if you need anything ok? And that I love you"

"Yeah"

That last message made futaba pout and sigh for the third time, she couldn't hide her disappointed at the fact that you didn't say you loved her back

After standing still for a few moments she opened the chat app again, this time typing in the phantom thieves group chat

"Hey do any of you guys know what's up with y/n lately? He's been acting so weird and distant"

"Who?"

"Her boyfriend, don't you remember him?"

"Oh yeah, sorry, my bad"

"What do you mean by acting weird?"

"He refused to come to any of our dates for the past 3 weeks"

"Seriously? That's messed up"

"Hey don't say stuff like that about him"

"What? I thought you were angry at him"

"A little bit, but I think there's something more going on. He's not a bad boyfriend. He's never been, sure he's always kept to himself, but this is different. He'd never say no to a date, especially one with videogames snacks and board games"

"I see, isn't he in Ren and Ann's class? Do you know anything about this?"

"To be honest he hasn't been coming to class for the past couple of weeks, we actually intended to ask you about that"

"Really? A couple of months? Then it's been going on even longer than I thought"

"You knew about that?"

"Yeah, when he first started ditching our dates I went to his house to check on him but his parents told me he hadn't come out of his room in days"

"Sounds like someone I know"

"Hey!"

"Anyways, I'm starting to get worried about him too, that can't be normal"

"Exactly"

"Do you guys......think he has a palace?"

"What? No way, he's not a bad guy!"

"You don't need to be a bad guy to have a palace, remember yourself futaba?"

"Oh......yeah"

"Now that you mention it, this instance does have a lot of similarity with futaba's"

"But futaba's was caused by....her mother, wouldn't something traumatic like that have to happen to y/n for a palace to form, it would have to be pretty recent too"

"Yeah, if something like that happened he would have defined told me"

"Well there is one way to make sure"

"What is it?"

"Let's just put his name in the metanav and see if something comes up"

"Oh yeah nice idea makoto"

"You really wanna do this?"

"Why not? If nothing is wrong then that will put your heart at ease, and if something comes up then we know we'll need to act"

".....alright"

"Great, then should Ren do it?"

"No, can I? Please, I want to see with my own eyes"

"Of course, let us know how it goes"

It took a while for futaba to gather the courage to go to the metanav app and say the vocal imput it asked

".......y-y/n l/n"

She gasped once she saw she did indeed get a hit

".......dammit, y/n......what happened?...why wouldn't you tell me that?"

She wasted no time in texting the other thieves about the result

"I got a hit"

"For real?"

"Looks like we'll have to act then, do you have any ideas what his distortion might be?"

"Hang on, right now? I'm not mentally prepared"

"I agree with futaba, it is her boyfriend, we should wait until she's ready"

"Very well, tell us when you're prepared to start"

"This must be so tough for you so take all the time you need, we'll be here for you whenever"

"Thanks guys you're the best"

With that, futaba went to bed shortly after. It was one of the first times in which she couldn't fall asleep easily as her mind continued to think about your palace, she should have helped you, she should have been there for you.......then maybe this wouldn't be happening

"Futaba you already sent the calling card right?"

"Y-yeah, even if it was kinda hard"

"Alright, so any of you got any ideas what his keywords are?"

The next day the phantom thieves assembled at Leblanc to discuss about your situation

"We know the name and the location has to be his room since he's not coming out of there"

"It's just like futaba"

"........yeah"

"So all we're missing is the distortion, what does y/n see his room as?"

"Oh, maybe it's the same as futaba, what was it again?"

"Tomb?"

"No luck"

"That's good though, at least that means he doesn't feel like he has to die in there"

"Yeah I guess"

"Then maybe it's somewhere where he feels trapped, like.....try prison"

"Nope"

"Ugh! For real? This his hard, you got anything futaba?"

"Why me?"

"You're his gf ain't you? You gotta know something"

"I already said he didn't tell me anything"

"Then try to guess, you know him best after all"

"......a guess......."

Futaba stayed deep in thought for a while before gasping and coming up with an idea

"Oh! What about tower?"

"Tower?"

"Yeah, try that"

"O-oh it actually worked"

"For real? How did you know that?"

"It was just a guess....w-well actually it's something from our campaign but that doesn't matter"

"Well looks like we're ready to go, should we start now Ren?"

The leader nodded and so makoto said all of the keywords required to enter your palace

"......so this is how y/n sees his room"

Futaba looked around and saw a giant tower who she couldn't even make out the top of if it even had one

"Alright we should start going in, are you ready oracle?"

The navigator continued to look around seemingly ignoring queen

"Oracle?"

"O-oh yeah, navigating right? I got it"

"Are you sure? We can do this another day if-"

"No I have to do this, I wasn't there for him when he needed it, the fact that this palace exists is also my fault, the least I can do is change his heart now"

".....futaba..."

"So let's start, if you need any help I'm here"

And so with that, the phantom thieves started making their way through your palace, defeating every shadow that blocked their way

They went up about 15 floors before they started getting tired and finally found a safe room

"Finally! Geez how many floors before that guy shows up!?"

"You're one to talk, aren't you supposed to be a fast runner?"

"There's a difference between track and walking like 20 flights of stairs y'know?"

"Anyway oracle do you have any Intel on the layout of the tower for now?"

Makoto turned to see futaba slumped over one of the couches breathing heavily and wiping sweat off her forehead

"*pants* that's.......the most *pants* amount of exercise *pants* I've ever done"

".......ok...."

"Don't look at me like this! There are like 10 shadows every floor and so many stairs! You have any idea how much you start sweating wearing a tight costume like this!?"

".....so any Intel?"

"Oh yeah, didn't joker find a map of the place?"

The leader pulled out said map and looked at it with everyone else

"Looks like we still got tons of floors to go through"

"And still no treasure in sight"

"NOOOOOO! MORE STAIRS!? Was this palace made to torture me y/n? Is this because I didn't let you touch my action figures?"

The thieves continued their walk through the palace, clearing every floor nonstop, until around floor 44 they encountered a figure in a knight armor, it was weirdly petite to look the part of a knight but the group still raised their guard

"A knight! It's different from the other shadow. It has to be a strong one"

"No wait, the reading I'm getting from it....... it's not a shadow!"

"What? For real?"

Suddenly the knight spoke, a feminine and strangely familiar voice coming out of the mask

"......You're.....not his guards"

The knight figure took off its helmet to reveal......futaba, orange hair, glasses and everything, the only noticeable difference in the face was her yellow eyes

"Huh? It's me!?"

"This must be futaba's cognitive variant"

"So this is how y/n sees me.....I look so cool!"

"It's been so long since I've run into other people......w-wait those outfits! Are you the phantom thieves!?"

"Y/n doesn't know futaba's a thief so his cognition of her doesn't know either huh?"

"Yes, and we're here to steal y/n's heart"

"Steal his heart? You're not gonna hurt him are you?"

"Of course not, we actually want to help him"

"Speaking of, would you be willing to explain what's going on over here?"

"You mean this tower?.......It's y/n's prison"

"Prison? What do you mean? Then who imprisoned him?"

".......himself"

"W-what?"

"One day without any warning he came to me and said he didn't deserve me and that I should leave him, when i tried to reason with him he just locked himself in the tower"

"Really? He locked himself away? Why?"

"I dunno, it literally came out of nowhere, and I'm here to talk to him and figure it out"

"So you're here to save him too"

"Of course, what kind of wife would not want to help her husband"

"....w-wife!?"

As soon as her cognitive counterpart said that futaba started blushing intensely even if it was partially covered by her visor

"S-so in his image......w-we're already married?!"

"But that means he actually loves you, enough to want to marry you, so he doesn't want to break up"

"Yeah I guess.....but that also means he thinks he doesn't deserve me.....how stupid can he be? Of course he does!"

"We're trying to get to y/n too"

"Well you're not going to get far if you continue this way"

"What? Why?"

"This tower is infinite, you're never going to reach the top"

"W-what! That's impossible, we found a map that sai y/n's room is close, we can reach it if we keep going"

"Well there is one, but you won't be able to reach it, even if you go through the door of his room, you'll just be teleported to the first floor, that's what happened to me many times"

"S-seriously? That's just unfair!"

"So we can't even get to him no matter how much we try.......that must mean he really thinks no one can help him"

"T-that can't be possible, we have to save him! There's gotta be some other way!"

"How about trying to not go through the door?"

"Huh?"

"If we can go in his room another way, then we won't be teleported, is there a window or anything there?"

"There is one but you can't go in from the inside"

"But it is open yes? So we could go from the outside"

"I.....guess....but you can't climb the tower, it's way too big"

"Who said anything about climbing? We're going to fly there"

Exclamation points appeared on each of the phantom thieves' heads when they heard that

"Uh....queen you sure you alright? A shadow didn't bonk you on the head too hard didn't it?"

"Of course not"

"You do remember Mona can only turn in a car correct?"

"Maybe I phrased it wrong, only one of us is gonna fly there"

Makoto turned to look at futaba who was still lost in thought thinking about what her cognitive counterpart had told her

"Oracle, we're going to need your help"

"H-huh? Me?"

"More specifically, your persona"

"Oh yeah, she's got that ufo thing, she could totally fly over there!"

"Y-you mean using necronomicon to just go over there, but the only one who can go inside it is...me"

"And that's why we need you, you want to save y/n right?"

"Of course, but I can’t fight his shadow alone"

"Then don't, fighting isn't necessary, we just need to make him have a change of heart"

".......y-you this he'll listen to me?"

"If he's going to listen to anyone it has to be you, he loves you after all"

Futaba stayed silent for a while. She felt guilty for not being there for you and was ready to do anything to make you realize there was someone who could help you and that was going to be there for you no matter what, but could she really do it alone? She always had the other thieves by her side and never really confronted another shadow by herself........was she truly ready for this?

"Alright, when am I going?"

"H-huh? You really wanna do it?"

"Obviously. You guys helped me when I was at my worst and made me see the truth, you and y/n helped me so much and made my life so much better, I'd be a terrible girlfriend if I just left him like this and not do anything"

".........."

"I'm going to save him, no matter what I have to do!"

"You're really brave"

"Thanks, soooo am I going or what?"

"Of course, remember to contact us if anything goes wrong"

"And if the worst situation happens then just escape and return here, there's no shame in that"

"No way I'm gonna run, I need to change y/n's heart no matter what"

Joker gave her a thumbs up and smiled along with the other thieves as they saw futaba summon her persona and get inside it exiting the window and going up the tower

Once necronomicon reached the top floor futaba got out of her persona and landed inside, the floor looked miserable, like a prison, there were cracks in the walls and drops of water coming out of the ones in the ceiling

"Is this how y/n sees his room?....it's terrible"

"Who's......there?"

Futaba yelped and looked towards the voice, she saw.....you or your shadow at least, it looked like you, with the hair that she liked to sniff while cuddling and the skin she liked to kiss and caress. The only real difference in your face was the yellow eyes but your body was another story, your shadow had a prisoner outfit on, and only now she could see that your hands were chained to the wall with handcuffs. You looked so miserable malnourished and pale, even your voice was weak, even if it wasn't the real you, futaba's heart still sunk knowing this was how you viewed yourself

"......y/n..."

"How do you know my name.....wait that outfit....are you a phantom thief?"

"H-huh? O-oh yeah and I'm here to steal your heart!"

".......what?"

"N-no wait, can we redo this? That was way too cringy"

"......why would you want to steal my heart? Is it like what happened to futaba?"

"....y-you believe m- I mean her?"

"Of course, she got her heart changed by them and healed from her wounds......I don't need or deserve that kind of treatment"

"What are you saying?"

"I deserve to be here, just leave me alone, I'll stay here alone......that's what I deserve"

"Of course you don't you-"

"Spare me your hollow words, you know I don't deserve to be saved too don't you? I don't know how you found out about this or entered here but leave, please I don't deserve to be freed"

"......stop it"

"Huh?"

"Stop talking like that. You don't deserve to be saved? Are you kidding me? You're amazing and kind and loving, and need to continue being like that"

".....who are you to talk? You don't even know me, all the people who told me that I didn't deserve to be here....that I didn't deserve futaba....that I didn't deserve to live....they knew me at least.....don't think the half baked pity of a stranger who's probably only doing this to get more famous is gonna magically make me change my mind, leave me here.....it's what I deserve"

".....so people were bullying you......it sounds so harsh no wonder a palace was born from it.......if only I noticed before"

"Harsh?....it was just the truth and I'm thankful to them, now I can rot here and stay away from the lives of people who I don't deserve....especially futaba....I feel so sorry for her.....having to put with me for all this time"

".....you think she'll be happy if she sees you like this?"

"......maybe....at least I know she'll be glad to not have to pretend to love me anymore"

"......You're even more of an idiot than I thought"

".....what?"

"I-futaba loves you, I'm sure of it, she loves you more than anything in the world, and if she saw you like that then she'd want nothing more than to save you"

"....Eh.....You're talking as if you know her"

".....because I do"

".....what?"

Right before your shadow's eyes the phantom thief took off her vision to reveal the purple eyed glasses wearing nerdy girl that you loved

".....fu....taba?! What are you-....you were a-"

"Do you believe me now? Y/n I love you, and you need to stop talking like that, you seriously think I've been faking my love all this time? Why the heck would I do that?"

"................"

"See? Even you can't come up with an explanation, you're just using it as an excuse to justify your self hatred.....you love me too and you've created this lie to refuse my help"

".....I......i-"

"I'll admit I'm not fully blameless, I should have seen the problem and helped you before this palace was born......but I didn't so I'm sorry for that.....but you also need to apologize"

"For what?"

"For refusing this help. Your distorted heart created a place where no one could reach you because you thought you didn't deserve to be helped by anyone.....You're wrong so open the door to your heart.....and accept this help"

".....but-"

"I know it will be hard...but I'm here....I'll help you every step of the way so please....I need you to accept this help"

".........futaba......t-thank you"

The hacker saw that you were starting to cry now so she approached you and gave you a hug, not caring about any soot or dust getting on her suit

"......there's no need for thanks, so.....will you start opening up?"

"......I think I'm ready"

"Great so-"

Before she could say anything else futaba saw that you started to glow and the tower was crumbling

"S-shoot the palace is getting destroyed already? I-i guess it's good"

She started to run towards the windows and summoned necronomicon again before turning to you one last time, happy to see a smile on your tear soaked face

"Hey....You're gonna be OK.....I love you"

"......I....love you too"

Futaba smiled and waved at you before jumping into her ufo and regrouping with the other thieves who quickly ran away from the palace and returned to the real world

"So....you managed to change his mind"

"Yep, I convinced him that I could helped him and that he deserved to be helped and so he had a change of heart"

"That's good, it's nice to clear a palace without fighting the shadow once in a while"

"Speaking of, did he tell you why the palace was created?"

"It seems like some guys were bullying him and saying he didn't deserve me...they also sent him death threats and other horrible stuff"

"....that's terrible"

"Yeah....don't worry I'll find out who they are, he said they knew him so they're probably classmates.....how could they do something like that? I'll hack their phones and reveal all their embarrassing search history mwehehe"

"...wow!...remind me to not mess with y/n"

"...you were thinking of doing that?"

"N-no of course not!"

"How did you convince his shadow?"

"Oh yeah....about that....I....might have revealed my identity to him"

"What? Are you nuts!?"

"I-it was the heat of the moment and he wouldn't have believed me otherwise"

"Don't worry it was just his shadow so the real him shouldn't remember"

"....oh.....yeah....still sorry"

"It's fine"

"When's the change of heart happening?"

"I don't know we just have to wait"

"......are you sure he's going to have one?"

"Well everyone did so far so there should be no problems"

"I..... see"

"Hey futaba, you were really brave....I'm sure he'll turn back to normal in no time"

".....thanks, I'll check on him"

"Good luck and tell us how that goes"

"For sure, see you guys and thanks I couldn't have done it without you"

[Timeskip]

Futaba stood in front of the door to your room, two large bags in her hands, she took a deep breath and knocked

"Hey y/n it's me futaba, I thought we could hang out"

She waited for a bit but no answer came and the door remained closed

"Sojiro made your favorite curry and I brought it here. I also have all your favorite games"

She sighed when the door still didn't open and was ready to walk away and wait more but was stopped by your figure opening the door and standing in front of her

"Hey-"

"Y/n!"

She tackled you in a hug and after a while you wrapped your arms around her too

"I was so worried about you"

"R-really?"

"Of course...you didn't come out of your room for so long"

".....thank you"

"No I didn't do anything"

"You just being here is a great help"

"I'm glad and don't worry I'll help with everything, first thing first teaching those losers who said all those horrible things to you a lesson"

".....how....how did you know about that?"

"O-oh hehe....g-girlfriend intuition you know? I could just tell"

"Oh...yeah I guess that makes sense, you are really perceptive"

"Yeah exactly but stop thinking about that for now, tonight I just wanna play videogames and binge anime with the best boyfriend in the world who deserves this and much more"

".....thank you so much.....really i love you"

"It's nothing, I love you too, so let's start!"

[frickingnerd]

caught making out with ren

pairing: ren amamiya / akira kurusu / joker x gn!reader

tags: caught kissing by sojiro, sojiro scolding ren & reader, silly & wholesome fluff, secretly making out (gone wrong)

sojiro is rather strict about who ren gets to bring home! he doesn't mind girls or boys in ren's room, but he doesn't want him to be up there alone with someone!

however, ren and you still sneakily try to get some alone time up there on occasion! and up until now, it has always worked out for the two of you!

but it could only go well for so long…

after the other phantom thieves already headed home, ren and you had remained in his room, making out on his couch!

you were sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around his upper body, while ren rested his hands on your hips, when suddenly sojiro came upstairs!

there was no time to pull away and both of you froze, as sojiro stood there, shocked at first, before turning a little angry…

while sojiro bega to scold the two of you, you awkwardly slipped off ren's lap and sat down next to him, both of you keeping your heads low, as you took the scolding

by the end of it all, sojiro asks you to head home already, so he can have a talk with ren!

though as you head down the stairs, he stops you again, to let you know that he's not that upset. he's happy he didn't walk into more than that…

though next time, he'd like a warning when you come over! and since you seem more responsible than ren, he asks you to be the one to make sure to remember that rule

[lyx-writes]

Can you do Persona 5 Phantom Thieves boys harem with Akechi x female reader fluff? They are fighting for the reader's love. The reader had a blue peacock costume with blue make-up as her Phatom Thief costume.

yes i can! apologies for how long this took and how relatively short it is, I've been pretty busy lately.

☆𝘗𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 + 𝘈𝘬𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦☆

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Oh. freaking. Boy.

It’s kind of scary, but kind of funny?

Ryuji and Ren are tryhards, with Ren practically impressing you with ease.

Ren’s naturally charming, Ryuji… he’s trying his best, okay? It’s adorable.

Yusuke though, he knows you. By that, I mean he knows what you like to the very minute detail. He also knows exactly if it’s that time of the month, and with the little money he has left he gets you snacks!

Along with that, I want to say he did his best and actually managed to save up to get you a lobster heating plush. It’s adorable.

Not to say the other two aren’t the same, Yusuke’s just. Kinda creepy with it. (lovingly)

They all love you, and when the four of you happen to be up together… it’s like a princess surrounded by their knights, despite being fully capable of fighting herself!!

Speaking of snacks, if you love snacks, then BOY. you better get ready for the separate snack baskets you receive.

Now when Akechi comes into the picture… it is so. So much worse.

Not going to lie, I can see Akechi separating you from the other boys and trying to join his side.

It doesn’t work though! You’re loyal to the Phantom Thieves, right?

Speaking of, with how blue your metaverse outfit is, you and Yusuke pair very well together, making the others jealous

If ANYTHING happened to you, whoever or whatever did it will get very, very messed up.

In the end, if you choose any one of them, they’d be understanding. Akechi though… well, he’s still fighting.

[cyber-mari]

hellooo :D

I see you want some requests for a while and I really liked your dating hc w persona 5 girls

can you a do a same one but with goro Akechi and joker ? (fem reader)

please don't overwork yourself dear<3 Have a nice day<3

₊ ☆ ‧₊˚ → ren/joker and akechi general relationship hcs!

cw: fluff, slight angst in akechi’s part, mentions of shido (and therefore spoilers)

note: ahhhhh tysm, you’re so sweet! i’m glad you enjoyed my other dating hcs and hope you like these as well! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

- ren is a very flexible and accommodating boyfriend. it’s not that he changes his entire personality forcefully to fit your needs, it's just natural for him for some reason.

- he doesn’t mind some pda here and there

- he introduces you to his friends early on and you become part of their group pretty fast

- if you’re not a phantom thief he tries to not pull you into anything involving that sort of business just to avoid endangering you

- if you’re a phantom thief, in the metaverse he's always watching out for you.

- talking about watching out for you, he looks out for you in subtle ways, like walking on the side with the traffic, giving up an empty seat on the train for you, etc.

- he’s the type of boyfriend that wins the prize you want for you at an arcade (like after 7 tries but he still gets it nonetheless)

- sojiro is constantly giving you things on the house whenever you come to leblanc

- dates with him are practically anywhere, he just likes spending time with you.

- akechi doesn't want people knowing too much about his personal life as someone who's in the public eye. not only that, he wants to avoid getting you involved in any shido/phantom thief business.

- so your relationship is kept private for your safety. he’ll do anything to avoid putting you in harms way

- pda isn't common, however he makes lots of time for you! it’s a bit limited because of his occupation but he always makes sure to at least text you a few times throughout the day <3

- he adores quality time

- once he adjusts to literally one of the first healthy relationships in his life he's very sweet

- very very touch starved. at first he hates physical affection because it makes him feel vulnerable but after a bit of reassurance from you he eventually gets more comfortable with it.

- that being said, akechi has a very complicated past that affected him in more ways than one, so reassurance plays a big role in your relationship with him.

- he also values communication. whether you're going through something or on a rare occasion that you had an argument, talk to him and tell him what you need/want.

- dates will happen at akechi's apartment or at your house. if you guys are outdoors, it would be at a somewhere like a restaurant most of the time.

[0798f]

🎇 — Dumplings Over Flowers.

RELATIONSHIP: Kitagawa Yusuke x Reader

SUMMARY: Yusuke grapples with the idea of form over function. You just want to decipher his cryptic texts.

A/N: Day 6 of the Hanami event! Happy spring to everyone's favorite lobster boy!

“I’m so sorry that I’ve failed you…”

“Hang on— what are we talking about?”

There was nothing more terrifying than getting a text from a partner that read: We need to talk, it’s urgent. But, Yusuke also texted like that normally, which made it quite difficult to parse what was actually serious.

“I’m in trouble.” Yusuke sent that text when he couldn’t scrounge up pocket change to buy from the vending machine.

“It’s dangerous outside, be careful.” Yusuke sent that text after a rain shower and he didn’t want (Name) stepping in puddles.

“There’s an emergency, I need you.” Yusuke sent that text when he was feeling lonely and wanted to cuddle with (Name). They did so after a harsh scolding about how that absolutely was not an emergency.

With those previous texts in mind, the rational part of (Name) assumed that it was another instance of Yusuke being dramatic in his texts. The irrational part of (Name), though, thought the possibility of Yusuke breaking up with them was technically nonzero. And that was horrifying.

Yusuke was a train ride away, so (Name) had no other choice but to wring their hands in their lap as the train approached their stop. Nothing was wrong in their relationship; nothing that (Name) was aware of, at least. It would be silly to jump to the conclusion that Yusuke would break up with them out of nowhere, but his texting style was the opposite of comforting and left too much room for worry.

Their grim thoughts were interrupted by the announcement of the train arriving at Shibuya station. (Name) followed the crowd that exited the train and made a beeline for the stairs to the underground mall. Yusuke enjoyed hanging out there, inspired by its hustle and bustle and bright colors, but made the oddly specific request to meet up in front of the Big Bang Burger.

It was never difficult to spot Yusuke in a crowd— not just because of his tall stature, but because his eccentric energy permeated the area whenever he was looking around. (Name) described his aura as magnetic, but, apparently, others found it off-putting. 

Even with their worry, (Name) couldn’t help but smile when they saw Yusuke leaning against the wall beside Big Bang Burger. (Name) pushed through the hustle and bustle and tugged on Yusuke’s sleeve.

That was when he bowed and apologized for his failures, leaving (Name) staring in confusion. They grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him back up.

Yusuke was unmoving from his bow. “I’ve realized my actions have been inadequate…”

Oh no, was this actually a break up? An it’s not you, it’s me situation? (Name)’s heart plummeted into their stomach and their grip tightened on his shoulders.

“H- Hey! Are you breaking up with me?” They tried to figure out where they went wrong. Were they too clingy? Too pushy? A bad listener? Any little action that failed to be charming flashed through their brain and (Name) tried to figure out what specifically could make Yusuke want to break up with them.

Yusuke straightened his posture again in an instant, eyes wide and confused. “Breaking up with you..? Of course not. Why would you think that?”

It was a day of many emotions and the next one (Name) felt was annoyance. Relief was mixed in, too, now secure knowing that Yusuke wasn’t breaking up with them— but how could he be so oblivious?!

(Name) let out a sigh, relieved, before crumpling Yusuke’s shirt between their fingers in their grip. “Why would I think that?! Oh, I don’t know! Maybe the ominous we need to talk text and you saying that you’ve failed me! What was I supposed to think?!”

Yusuke tapped his chin in thought, considering (Name)’s words. It took him a few seconds to come to a conclusion: “Oh. I see how my words would come off that way. I apologize… I would never break up with you. I love you.”

How could (Name) stay mad when Yusuke confessed his love like it was just another breath? It was tempting, though, so they breathed out a sigh and dropped their head forward onto Yusuke’s chest. “Forgiven, I guess. I love you, too. Still, what are you talking about?”

They felt his arms wrap around them, pulling the rest of their body closer to press his cheek against the top of their head. Yusuke had a gentle touch but moved with the purpose of an experienced artist; his hands always landed in the same spots on (Name)’s upper back and hip. He held on for a few seconds in silence, savoring the physical contact between them, before loosening his grip to look at (Name) again.

“Dumplings over flowers.”

(Name) turned their head up from Yusuke’s chest, brows furrowed. “Please start with the context.”

“The saying, ‘Dumplings over flowers.’ I heard it for the first time, recently. Have you heard it before?”

They chewed on the inside of their lip, searching through their memories. “I mean, yeah. But it’s not like people say it all the time.” And there was still no answer on how this related to Yusuke somehow failing them.

Yusuke moved back, but his hands still lingered on (Name). “I heard Makoto-san say it to Akira-kun, so I asked what it meant. If ‘Dumplings over flowers’ means practicality over aesthetic, haven’t I failed you? I like giving you flowers…”

Moments like this made (Name) remember that this wasn’t just Yusuke’s first romantic relationship, but also one of the first meaningful relationships he’s made in his life in general. Yusuke had mentioned several times before that he’s learned a lot about interacting with people since making friends with (Name), and this was another one of those learning moments.

(Name) reached up to cradle his cheek with one hand. “And I like receiving flowers! Not everything has to be practical.”

That declaration made his eyes widen. Yusuke tilted his head, either in confusion or as way to lean into (Name)’s touch. Or both. “Is that so..? What’s the point of the phrase then? I thought I understood it’s point. Practical things like food make better gifts than something that just dies.”

(Name)’s lip curled upward. “‘Nothing gold can stay.’ Y’know the phrase? It’s western.” When Yusuke shook his head, (Name) continued. “Beauty is fleeting. When you give me flowers, I don’t look at them and see something that will die. I feel loved, because you saw something beautiful and thought of me.”

One of the reasons Yusuke fell in love with (Name) was the way they understood him. He learned, a little too recently for most people’s tastes, that his personality was considered enigmatic and difficult to decipher. Maybe he didn’t think like the average person but Yusuke never considered that a flaw, even if some people looked at him strangely for it. But, (Name) never seemed bothered and always found the right words to say— even if they were still confused by Yusuke’s line of thinking every now and then.

“I see,” Yusuke started. He let his mind chew on (Name)’s words for a few moments before smiling, letting out a small huff. “Of course I think of you when I see flowers. Unlike flowers, though, your beauty is not fleeting. You’re beauty blooms at all times of the year.”

He was painter first and foremost, but Yusuke could easily be mistaken for a poet with the way he spoke. (Name) leaned forward and connected their smiles for a kiss, and Yusuke pulled them back in for another when they separated for air. He started off as a clumsy kisser but (Name) would dare to call him experienced by this point, with the way his hand squeezed their hip to keep them close to his chest.

A passerby, on their phone and not paying attention, bumped into Yusuke’s shoulder as they passed by, forcing (Name) to have the startling realization that they were still in the middle of the underground mall. (Name) pulled away and narrowly avoided Yusuke’s attempt to capture another kiss before they got too far.

“You never explained why you wanted to meet here,” (Name) said, regaining their breath and fixing their freshly tousled hair.

Yusuke’s eyes lit up. “How could I forget! The point of the phrase was that food was the most practical gift, right? I wanted to treat you to a meal.” He gestured to the burger joint with a proud smile and sparkling eyes.

(Name) blinked. “So, briefly, you thought that Big Bang Burger was a more meaningful gift than flowers?”

“When you describe it like that, you make it sound as if this was an unreasonable conclusion. But, someone wise just told me that the value of a gift is measured by the love and affection behind it.” Yusuke pressed a chaste kiss to (Name)’s cheek before they had the chance to react. “And there is nothing I love more than to see you happy and fed.”

He truly outmatched the rest of the world personality wise, (Name) was sure of it. They laughed and linked arms with him. “How can I argue with that? Let’s eat!”

Sometimes true love was in flowers, and sometimes it was in a greasy burger.

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[bayothemayo]

Hey there! May I request a fic of Akira and Yusuke crushing on the same person, who's pretty oblivious when it comes to romantic hints? (With polyam themes if possible, like they just slowly start to crush on eachother, too?)

Crushing More Than Once (Akira Kurusu x Reader x Yusuke Kitagawa)

You know, having a crush on someone who is extremely oblivious to anything romantic is quite a challenge. A challenge that Kurusu and Kitagawa had to face. But oh a challenge that will have a great award at the end.

How oblivious that you are? Well if either of them would make an entire box of chocolate about confessing their love for you you would think "Aww what a great friend that I have." That would hurt more than the Reaper's shotgun. But that will slowly dull down after several attempts was when they realized that you were just really oblivious.

When they start to make it a little more public that they were getting your attention, as in complementing you more than you usually or showing off more in battles is when Kurusu and Kitagawa notice that they both had a crush on you.

This challenge had became a lot harder, this became a competition.

It was pretty funny to the others in the group, as there wasn't actually harm being dumb and it was a new source of entertainment with, admittedly, same usual routine in the Metaverse. Compliments, gifts, more and longer hangouts, getting physical close to you (if you are comfortable with that of course), but nothing could dent that obliviousness that you had.

But then, as days go on they realized...

They might have developed feelings for each other. This will complicate things. However, after some days of thinking about this and how to handle this they decide to talk to each other. As they sort out their feelings, they felt like have things figure out and felt like things will work out. Now, they still have a crush on you and that their feelings with each other will not go away anytime soon.

So why not kill two birds with one stone?

They figure out a plan for both of them confessing their love to you and hopefully break that oblivious shield that you had.

After some brainstorming, a highly detailed plan, revisions, practicing, some blood and sweat poured into it...they finally done it. They broke that shield of yours and accepted BOTH of their confessions. Happiness fills up their heart as they finally complete the challenge, with some unexpected bonus in the middle of it.

They couldn't ask for a more better ending.

[randoimago]

Hi!!!! Can I have head canons of how the persona protagonists [ Makoto Yuki,Ren Amamiya and Yu Narukami] would react if SO was wearing their clothes ? Like their old hoodie or pajamas because it reminds her of her respective other? Thank you!

Fandom: Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5

Character(s): Makoto, Joker, Yu

Note(s): This is super cute, I'm happy to write it!

Makoto

His jacket is missing and he's a bit pouty about it. It's chilly out and he has a social link to progress. But he can't if he freezes first.

He walks down to the lobby to see if he left it there, only to pause when he notices you wearing his jacket. Makoto stares at you for a bit before leaving to go steal one of your jackets.

Makoto heads out, a bit pouty that he doesn't have jacket. But you do look cute so he doesn't complain too much. You get a text from him that's just -_- (he spends too much time with Maya).

Yu

Yu is trying to find the jacket of his winter uniform. He has multiple, but there's one that's more comfy than the others that he wanted to wear. But he can't find it. He asks Nanako if it's being washed or something but she doesn't know.

It's not until he gets to school and sees your oversized jacket that he realizes you took his. He smiles when he sees you and gives you a pat on the head, showing that he's not upset.

Yu enjoys the idea that you're wearing his jacket during school for others to see. He just hopes that you don't get in trouble for the uniform not being right since there are some teachers that are stupidly strict.

Akira

Honestly, he just leaves his jackets out in hopes you'll take them. Or even if you mention being cold / he notices you shivering, he'll just give you his jackets or hoodies.

It's not surprising when he can't find something he wants to wear, only to see you in it later. It makes him happy.

But if it's too cold, then he'll try to slip his arms in the sleeves of the jacket too so he can be warm but also be close to you. You both have gotten stuck before because of him.

[writers-reach]

Hi!! I was wondering if you had any head canons regarding Akiras/Rens hand writing and what sort of love notes he’d write? Thank you!!

persona 5: handwriting/love note headcanons! (ren amamiya)

notes: gn!reader, fluff, short, i tried wauhg mostly abt the love note idea

probably messy but not illegible - he's always in a rush and needing to write down as many notes or thoughts as possible

and this habit carries over to when he journals and goes on rambles about you. your eyes, your smile, the way your face lights up when you get excited... he can't help but find you absolutely perfect and how his heart seems to race just thinking about you!

and so he does something stupid. something really stupid. something morgana would make fun of for weeks if he knew what he was up to.

he was gonna write a love letter and drop it in your shoe locker.

ren at first tried channeling his inner poet (may or may not be taking inspiration from yusuke's rather... floral language), but found it to feel too antiquated and insincere. this needed to truly be from the heart, damn it!!

but even as he wrote informally like himself, it always felt so odd to express so many emotions and thoughts at once. maybe he needed to break it up into smaller notes.

that's how he got the idea of writing you little love notes. small tidbits and sentences of simple things, like 'i love your smile' and 'you brighten my day' and stuff like that!

unfortunately for ren, his messy handwriting was a common sight for you, so it didn't take you long to piece things together...

a/n: tysm for the request! i sincerely apologise about how late this is ;-; trying to get back in the game lol

[queenendless]

🎄💋Merry Kiss💋🎄

Pairing: Various Aged Up Adult Characters x Adult!GN!Reader

CW: Basic holiday content with implied lovemaking at the end.

Happy Holidays!

Oh the holidays. The snow be falling. The lights be glowing. The discount bargain sales. Reds greens and yellows are the color scheme of this month. You couldn't be immune to the cheery merry sensations. In your cozy decorated home on Christmas Eve, your significant other keeps an arm draped around you or holding your hand tenderly the whole night. Whether it be curling up together lost in your own starry eyed world or cuddling and immersing in your shared warmth. Through the hearty feast, the eggnog and cider, even the Christmas movie marathon, sharing this time of year with them swelled up your heart. To their surprise, mistletoe lined the ceiling all over. To their delight, you showered them in tender, burning passionate smooches. One thing leads to another, clothing falling and decorating the floor, as your bare bodies grew entangled in the thralls of passion before the crackling fireplace. As the clock tolls midnight, you both came with creamy thick pleasure. Bidding each other a Merry Christmas before savoring another few rounds of merry making throughout the powdery twinkling night. Awakening to the sunrise of Christmas Day, to where more kisses and smashes became your gift to one another. What a way to spend the holidays.

[pparadiselost]

the gentleman and the lure.

akira kurusu x fem reader you thought your relationship with akira ended five years ago, but a chance encounter with him has you rethinking it all. warning(s): nsfw, timeskip au (akira is 23), reader implied to also be 23 minors do not interact.

in all honesty, you initially thought this whole thing was your eyes playing tricks on you.

but some deeper, unconscious part of you knew otherwise. nothing else, nobody else in this world could make you do a double take in the same you just did, your feet hesitating like an out-of-beat step in the larger waltz from the passersby around you. shibuya is wild like that, demanding your adherence to the dance while setting your imagination free.

you blink. it can’t be him. 

that chapter of your life had closed five years ago, and you were now preoccupied with finding your place in the world. it had taken a lot of time, a lot of anger and bargaining, a lot of unspoken grief and nights sobbing into your pillow wondering if there was anything you could have done to change the outcome, but ultimately, time proved to be the most effective medicine. you closed that part of your youth with a bittersweet tinge in your memories, and you tucked it somewhere close to your heart to savor on nights whenever drinking alone wasn’t enough to plunge you fully into the depths of your personal melancholy.

but it is him. 

wavy tufts of midnight black hair, smooth skin like a greek statue come to life, and sleek black glasses frames that only momentarily hide the big innocent doe eyes that make you stop dead in your tracks.

your throat clamps down on itself. the cacophony of the city suddenly mutes itself in your ears, and you can’t hear any of it. none of the footsteps, the voices, the honking of cars and the blasting advertisements, the chirping of pigeons, everything becomes completely obsolete as you struggle to even breathe. you want to say something, to even get a pathetic squeak out, but it’s as if every part of your mind shut down instantly, and you realize you were rendered frozen.

the man standing a few feet away from you also does a double take, and a few annoyed pedestrians storm between the two of you. but he doesn’t move and neither do you.

“is… is that you? is that who i think it is?” he steps closer, and you can make out his soft voice. his lips are a gentle shade of cherry red, and you’re suddenly aware of how much taller he is than from when you last remember. 

your eyes tremble when you finally let yourself take a good look at him, and despite the initial features that caught you like a deer in headlights, you also notice that he’s changed more than you thought. he’s definitely older. his features are sharper. his chest is a bit bigger and shoulders a bit broader, jawline more defined and the once-cherubic roundness in his eyes have honed themselves into something more adult-like.

your heart skips a beat.

“it is you.” there’s nowhere else for you to run now, now that he has you within arm’s reach. you’re still dumbstruck, the million thoughts in your mind unable to string themselves into tangible words, and you’re scared that this chance will slip out of your hands and become something you regret for the rest of your life. but at the same time, there’s too much emotion overwhelming you, almost like the entire passage of time spiel was rapidly unraveling in your head.

your tongue is a deadweight on the inside of your mouth, and yet when he reaches out to grab you, his hand wrapping around your arm and tugging you in his direction, leading you out of the middle of the crosswalk and towards the safety of the sidewalk, all you can conjure up is a surprised gasp. you sound like a wounded animal, but you let the dark-haired man whisk you away, your legs and feet stumbling behind you as if he was a puppeteer and you, the puppet.

it’s only when he takes you to a more secluded area, the mouth of an alley a little tucked away, do you manage to eke out your first words to him.

your voice shakes. you sound like you’re about to cry. you feel like you’re about to cry. “k… kurusu.”

he laughs under his breath, and hearing it makes you want to throw up on your own feet. you’ve craved that sound for so long. it haunts your dreams, your waking moments, the breakdowns you might have had when you stayed up past your bedtimes and let your mental demons claw too long at you. 

“that’s me.”

he pauses for a second, and he glances at you almost sheepishly. he is older, but he’s definitely still very young. probably around 23, most likely fresh out of college, maybe looking for his first job out in the real world, going through the same growing pains as you are right now. he still retains that boyish charm you ascribed to him in your brain, and you see it clearly through his big angelic eyes.

“it’s been a while, hasn’t it? i’m sorry. i should apologize for that,” he starts calmly, “i didn’t mean to lose contact with so many people after i moved back home all that time back… especially with you.”

what were you supposed to say? the path of least resistance would be to lie and say that it was alright that you let him go, that you spent your time alone practically torturing yourself over a love that could no longer be. but it wasn’t like you could suddenly dump all of that, especially within the first few minutes of meeting him again, and it wasn’t like your body was being particularly cooperative either.

you hold your breath. he waits a beat, and then he rummages through his pocket and extends his phone towards you.

“here. i wish i had more time to catch up with you. i’m getting back from my lunch break right now, so i can’t stick around. but put in your information, and if you’re willing, i really want to take some time and talk to you again.” his black eyes are on you again, and you can see your startled reflection staring back from his irises. “would you be okay with that?”

you’re a person haunted. possessed. you wordlessly take his phone from his hands, and you methodically type your information in. you give it back to him without much more fanfare, and only then does he allow himself a smile.

his fingers brush across yours, and the spark that shoots straight to your stomach leaves you reeling. your heart sinks like a rock when you see his happy face. his smile is beautiful and poised, and it’s nothing short of a lethal poison to your consciousness.

“thanks. i have to run now, but i’ll contact you as soon as i can. it… it’s a miracle to see you again. i didn’t think a day like this would come.” he admits. he shifts his weight slightly, and he rechecks his watch before nodding apologetically at you. “i know it’s long overdue to say something like this, but… take care of yourself. i’ll see you soon.”

maybe in another life, you would have reached out and grabbed him by the back of his cardigan to yank him back towards you. maybe in another life, you would have followed him out to the train station that had stolen him out of your life and whisked him home, condemning you to a solitude you couldn’t wish upon anyone. maybe in another life, you were a different person that he might have considered worthwhile to keep a connection going, instead of forcing you to spiral and wonder if this was a love worth fighting for. 

but it all comes crumbling when you see him dash away. you see the lush glimmer of his black hair as it bounces with his steps, long legs striding across the white paint of the crosswalks. if you were doomed to be the tragic side character stuck behind the whims of a cruel writer’s desires and fate, longing for the warmth of recognition, then this man is undoubtedly the protagonist, always just slightly out of the reach of your outstretched fingers.

the rest of shibuya closes in on him like a curtain call, the people of the city drowning out your vision of him like waves crashing down, and you’re left alone as the overwhelming and biting loneliness wraps its arm around you and chokes you from the inside out. 

…

…

…

how could you describe akira kurusu? there was no easy label to slap onto everything that went down five years ago, back when you were both young and in high school and didn’t know any better. all the lovebirds on your social media apps threw around these buzzwords like situationship, delusionalship, this and that, but you hate the thought of defining what you and akira had with something so soulless. so simple.

but at the same time, you couldn't deny the truth that whatever you and akira had wasn’t clearly defined either. there were no labels despite the complexity of the relationship, and it was every bit ambiguous as the same situations everyone else bemoaned about their lackluster love lives.

it was this ambiguity that proved to be the stalker at the foot of your bed each and every night.

you two were schoolmates. you tutored him a few times. went on dates with him a few times. slept with him a few times. you two had a relationship in every sense but the label, and you had learned to foster intense and real feelings for him. you’d listen to his heartbeat while curled up in his little bed in leblanc’s attic, and you’d wake up to him rubbing the sleep out of his eyes while you’d pretend to sleep so you could cuddle him a bit longer.

but just as quickly as it seemed to begin, his probation was done, and he left tokyo before you could find any way to cling to him even across all the distance. you had hoped that he’d reach out to you in some way and let you know that you weren’t entirely delusional in believing that you had something special with him, but the long stretches of silence made you realize harshly that there was nothing for you to cling to anymore.

you’d even turn up to leblanc by yourself a few times, and sojiro would shoot you a few glances. but you never mentioned akira to him, and the old man never mentioned akira to you either. it was a silent understanding between the two of you as sojiro fixed you a cup of coffee the way you liked it, that neither of you had been successful in hearing from akira.

“so,” his calm voice shakes you from your thoughts. you’re no longer in high school and crying on your bedroom floor over your boyfriend-not-boyfriend who moved back home. you don’t feel much more adult than your teenager self, but you’re sitting at a table across from akira, who’s busy scrutinizing the menu in his hands.

you reach for the glass of water to your right and take an impatient sip. your mouth feels dry, and it’s a good tactic for you to fully avoid conversation for a little while. just a few days prior, akira had reached out to you through the newly acquired number he got from you, and he had asked you to get dinner with him like he said he would. 

you should have known that this would open up old wounds, but the “what if” that nagged in your head had you accepting his offer before you could fully think it through. 

could you even call it an offer though? without any real string attached? this was exactly the same way he would unofficially ask you out when the two of you were young. you two would romp all over shibuya, eating yummy snacks and doing all sorts of dumb things, too drunk in each other’s presence to really take in the world around them.

“does anything catch your eye? i heard that this place was pretty good through the grapevine,” he admits. he glances up from his menu and smiles shyly, and you almost choke mid-swallow on your mouthful of water. it’s just so unfair how deceptively pretty he is, despite the fact that the word handsome would be more suitable for a young man he is, but you know better than to think that you could ever resist his sparkling eyes.

you set your glass down. “i’ve never been here before, so… you know this place better than i do. i suppose we can ask the waiting staff here for recommendations.”

he closes the menu. “that sounds like a good idea. do you want something other than water to drink? there’s no need to be polite—this dinner is my treat. oh, don’t make that face. i was the one who invited you out, so it’s only fair that i treat you.”

were you making a face? you bit back the urge to touch your face and hide your expression behind your hands. this really felt too much like a date, and despite the walls you wanted to put back up to fend akira off, his subtle ways of peppering you with the attention you craved so badly deep down through what felt like small talk was a bit too smooth for your liking. did he do this often with other romantic prospects while he was gone? what other people did he take an interest in since the last time you had seen him? god, did he butter others up as he was with you?

you push those negative thoughts out of your head. his five years of silence spoke enough for itself, and you scold yourself internally. you should know better than to swoon over your long lost first love again, and for you, the purpose of this dinner was for you to find closure. you didn’t want to open a door to your heart for him too quickly again, lest he end up slamming it back in your face once more.

the silence between the two of you became uncomfortable. you gather your courage, soothing over the uneasy heartbeat rattling at your ribcage, and you look at him pointedly. “...i wanted to ask this last time, but i didn’t get a chance to. how have you been, kurusu?”

he stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head when his last name leaves your mouth. he leans forward and places his elbows on the table, and he folds his hands, palms down, so he can place his chin on his intertwined fingers. “kurusu? you called me that when i ran into you.”

“what else would i call you?” you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of calling him akira just yet. calling him by his first name was something personal, something intimate. it was a title reserved for people close to each other, and while you might not have hesitated had the two of you retained your relationship from before, right now, he was nothing more than a stranger to you. 

he’s horrendously perceptive, and akira shrugs. “you know what to call me.”

your stomach does a flip, and you don’t want to give him more of an opening to flirt with you. it feels as if he’s stabbing you emotionally and twisting the knife into your heart, making sure you can feel the yearning and the pain in every tendon, muscle, and sinew of your being. “why are you in shibuya again?”

he pushes back against his seat slightly, his long fingers wrapping themselves against the edge of the table. “job hunting. i graduated university fairly recently, and i need to keep myself afloat. i figured a big city would have some good opportunities. and besides…”

he trails off slightly, and as much as you hate it, you’re pretty sure you can predict his next words. this place is like a second home to him. he has history here, connections, something that could serve as the foot-in-the-door for his future. he stretches his neck a little, and his jet black hair catches and twinkles like the remnants of starlight under the dim light of the restaurant.

“i’m a little picky about what i do.” his gaze is on you again. “you of all people should know that i’m not the kind of guy to be a corporate slave. i know having the ability to choose is a luxury in a society like this, but i can try, can’t i?”

you wish he wouldn’t say that. you wish you didn’t know him so well. you wish he would stop assuming that you did. you curl your fist in your lap under the table. big emotions swirl in your chest: regret, desperation, anger, but above all, a sense of foolishness for thinking that maybe, just maybe, your desire for him wasn’t as unfounded as you believed it to be. 

“c’mon,” he urges. he leans in, and his voice quiets itself. “there’s a lot i have to explain to you. i… i know there’s a lot i did you wrong by. but that’s why i’m here, aren’t i? won’t you give me another chance?”

your heart plunges into your stomach when you hear the sweet cadences of his softened words. the same tones as the dulcet “good morning”s he’d whisper to you after a romantic night, the “get home safe”s he’d wish you when he’d drop you off at your train station late at night, the same whispered words from a lifetime past. he can definitely sense you wavering, the fear in your eyes, the misery that he single-handedly caused. 

your lips quiver. the wise thing would be to not answer him, but could you really bear to do that? to sit in silence and close that door. this whole thing could backfire on you and leave you even more broken than he did before, but the gnawing in your gut tells you the very thing you had feared from yourself. 

you were still in love with akira kurusu. you had always been.

“d-don’t make me answer that.” you hang your head. akira hums softly, and he pushes away from you again, lengthening the distance between you and him across the table by just a few more inches so you could breathe. 

“well… you have the rest of the evening to think about it.” he raises his hand, smoothly waving someone from the waiting staff over. he looks to you through the corner of his eye, and when your eyes meet, he resembles less of the boy you once loved and more like a gentleman this time around, still craving to get his paws all over your love and steal it away selfishly for himself, but with more of a dangerous edge to it. like a blade hidden behind a pretty wrapper, you know his aim was to always gun straight for your heart. 

his eyes narrow slightly. his lips part ever so slightly, as beautiful as the day five years ago you had given him your last kiss. 

“but at the very least… why don’t you give ‘us’ another chance?”

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“...thank you for dinner. it was very lovely.”

“there’s really no need to thank me. think nothing of it. like i said, it was the least i could do for you.” akira rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. the night air is cool against your face as the night settles down on the busy city. there’s the distant honking of horns, an ever present reminder to you that the inhabitants of shibuya never truly sleep. the world is constantly moving around you, just like time, whether you like it or not.

the sun is long gone, and the bright city lights replace its glamor. they almost remind you of stars if you let your vision unfocus, but right now, the floor is suddenly the most interesting thing you’ve seen in your entire life.

“if that’s all… i should be on my way before it gets much darker.” if you could run away from the entrance of the restaurant, you would do so in a heartbeat. you want to go home and lock yourself in your bedroom and sob your eyes out into your pillows, undoubtedly over all of the reopened wounds and over your own cowardice in regards to how to face akira. it was like whenever you made the resolve to get over him, he’d romp around your mind, and whenever you tried to play into his game, he’d simply turn the tables on you.

he glances at you. disappointment tinges his features, and it’s enough to make your heart squeeze with a bit of a painful pang. “already…? i was going to ask you if you wanted to do this again. i’ll be around the city for a little bit, and i really enjoyed myself.”

you stop dead in your tracks. it’s a bad idea to accept, but you can’t bear to do it when he’s looking at you with those big, wide eyes. it’s his ultimate weapon, paired best with his quick mind. he knows how to get you to crumble, to make your own mind turn against you, and you’re hesitating again. akira has you dancing in the palm of your hand all so effortlessly. 

it’s best for you to be ambiguous. just because he can see all of your cards doesn’t mean that he can predict the way you’ll choose to play them. “i’ll see when i have time in my schedule and get back to you.”

he looks at you as if he’s unconvinced with your lackluster answer, but he’s smart. he chooses not to press you further about it. after all, cornered prey tend to get the most defensive, and he would much rather that you walk willingly into his honeyed traps. 

“y’know… are you busy right now then? i’ve got a bit of a hankering for something after such a nice dinner, and my place isn’t too far off from here.” he moves closer to you, and your heart leaps into your throat at the sudden proximity. he smiles gently at you, almost too innocent for your own good. “i’ve been practicing brewing coffee all this time. i could fix you a nice cup. it’ll be a lot better than all the shitty ones i’d make you drink when we were both in high school. do you still like your coffee the same as you did back then? c’mon, it’s just one cup. i’ll make it worth your while.”

you should be wiser. sharper. stricter. but akira looks like a kicked puppy, and he also looks like he’s about to grab onto your wrist and beg on his knees if you were to give him the cold shoulder and leave. there’s a sticky lump in the back of your throat that won’t go away no matter how much you swallow, and you wonder if giving in to him would make the uneasiness in your stomach go away. would it be worth it?

“...you said your place wasn’t far?” the words coming from your mouth feel like a death sentence. the black-haired man instantly lights up, and he nods enthusiastically. 

“just a couple of minutes. follow me. i promise i won’t make you regret this.” he reaches for your hand, and sparks shoot across your body when his long fingers wrap around yours, tugging you closer to his side. your stomach plummets, and you’re struck with the horrifying revelation that his hands feel so right intertwined with yours. it reminds you too closely of when he was yours, of when you’d walk side-by-side as if you were a real couple. 

you can barely remember the walk to his place. you vaguely recall crossing a few streets, your attention too transfixed on the man guiding you. you stumble up a few apartment steps, your heartbeat hammering in between your ears and stirring up a storm in your temples as he fumbles with his front keys, swinging his door open too eagerly, and practically shoving you into his apartment suite. 

your throat tightens up for the millionth time that night when the first thing you can make out from his doorway is how much his apartment simply smells like him. it hasn’t changed in five years; he still smells exactly like the way he would when you’d nuzzle into the crook of his neck all those years ago.

“it’s not anything special.” he comes up from behind you, kicking his shoes off before straightening them by the entrance. “but it’s perfect for someone living alone. i promise it’s normally a lot cleaner than i have it right now, so ignore anything that… might be a bit messy. y’know how it is with us men and living alone.”

you barely respond to his joke as you slide your own shoes off, stuck in basically a trance-like state. you trace your eyes over every part of his tiny apartment: the pictures hung up on his wall, the coats hanging from the closet with the door slid halfway open, the mismatched bits of furniture he most definitely got second hand. despite his warning, his place is maintained nicely and clean, nothing short of what you’d expect from someone as surprisingly prim and proper as him. he’s a gentleman to his core. 

he leads you to his living room, where you can get a pretty good glimpse of his small kitchen. his place is rather intimate, cozy, the kind of place that feels like it was made to welcome you. you barely keep yourself from curling your hands into fists to keep them from shaking, and you focus your mind on the details you can see as you sink down into his couch.

“stay right there.” akira pads into the kitchen, and he opens his cabinets to rummage for his supplies. “i’m going to break out the really fancy coffee cups, just for you. sojiro never taught me this part specifically, but i’m pretty sure he’d rip my teeth out if i served my coffee to a pretty lady in a regular cup.”

you almost stop breathing when he slips in a compliment so nonchalantly. you want to scold him and tell him to quit doing things like that. it’s bad for your resolve, and you hate to think about how he managed to get this smooth while you were gone. you gnaw on your tongue as akira hums to himself, working his magic with the beans of his choice. soon enough, the mature aroma of coffee stains the air, wafting like a magic spell towards you and intermingling with his scent. you could get drunk off a smell like this, entranced and held captive in place without a single restraint to physically hold you down.

you’re so caught up in savoring this nice atmosphere, irregardless of the weird tension mounting the back of your mind, that you barely catch akira as he brings you a fancy cup filled with freshly made coffee. he has a matching one for himself, a pair finely decorated porcelain cups that feature what looks like a painted couple in old rococo-esque clothes. they’re definitely meant to be used together, probably best for a couple. you don’t really get the chance to overthink it too much, as he hands you one and keeps one for himself. you mumble a shy word of thanks as you warm your hands against the glass.

your reflection stares back at you when you glance over the rim. the color is dark yet refined, like you’re staring into a rippling lake rather than a cup of coffee. it smells even more delicious now that it’s up close, and it feels like a shame to drink it. it makes you wish that you were a coffee connoisseur in the way that akira is, like you’re unfit to be able to appreciate the art that comes with making a beautiful cup of coffee.

“i made it just the way i remember you to like it. but better, of course, now that i have more practice under my belt. i know what i’m doing with my coffee now. go ahead. try it, and let me know what you think.” akira encourages you. his eyes are twinkling in clear excitement. you peek at him and then back at your dumbfounded self staring back in the coffee.

you bring the cup to your lips and take a tentative sip, not wanting to burn yourself. a rich and deep flavor, bitter and yet delectable, coats your tongue and the inside of your cheeks. it slips down your throat easily, warming you up from the inside and out and taking away the tension building up in your body straight away. you let out a small sigh of happiness as you take the cup away from your lips, and you’re pretty sure your contentment is written all over your face.

he grins. “good, isn’t it? i knew you’d like this one. i’ll spare you all the details about the beans i’ve used since you probably don’t want to hear it. but have as much as you’d like. nothing makes a man prouder than knowing that he’s made his girl happy.”

there it is again. you look down at your coffee cup with mixed feelings stirring in your heart. but the atmosphere right now is too good for you to want to ruin it. you want to savor what little sweetness you can steal from him. you’ve willingly walked into the lion’s den, and if you’re staring directly into doom’s maw, the very least you could do was to find some enjoyment in it. 

so instead you simply lift the cup, pretend you’re gulping back any regrets and doubts in your mind, and take another generous mouthful of the coffee akira’s specially brewed for you.

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…

“ohhhh- ah- fuck- wait, d-don’t touch me there like that…!”

your body twists violently against his bed, and akira laughs softly against your ear. his grip on you from behind is tight, and no matter how much you thrash against his chest, he refuses to let go of you. your skin is hot despite the cool fabric of his sheets, and it feels like your body’s going to completely give out on you.

you already knew from the start that his coy invitation for coffee was just bait for him to lure you into his bed. but even with that knowledge, there’s something about being stuck back in a lewd embrace with him again that has your stomach coiling in with both excitement and shame. both of your clothes are strewn against his floor, and his cheap mattress creaks as if annoyed whenever you writhe in his arms.

“you’ve changed so much during the time i took my eyes off of you.” one hand gropes shamelessly at your bare tits, sighing when he feels the plush flesh of your chest fill out his palms. his fingers play with your erect nipples, applying just the slightest bit of pressure all to get you to cry out and throw your head back against his bare chest. “and yet… all of your sensitive parts haven’t changed whatsoever. you’ve missed me, haven’t you?”

you don’t have any words for something like that. your lips are swollen from how much he’s kissed you, the small talk about coffee nothing more than an overture for him to lead you into his bedroom, effortlessly coaxing your clothes off of you and indulging in your body again. you hate how well he meshes with your body, how responsive you are to his physical touches, as if you’ve been waiting for this as much as he was.

“i asked you a question.” his sharp voice cuts through the haze in your thoughts, and you shudder when his other hand snakes down your stomach. one knee expertly separates your legs, and a moan builds up in the back of your throat when he starts playing with your wetness. 

akira is a tease through and through. he slides his fingers up and down your slit, and you let out an embarrassed squeak, wanting to cover your face. your juices cover his digits, and heat throbs in your core and pulses under the skin of your face when you register the slick sounds your folds make. 

fuck—were you really that aroused already? 

“so wet… and all we did was kiss. are you that turned on from just that? you’re rather naughty, aren’t you?” he looks at you with words that are nothing like how sweet his eyes are. your voice dies out in your mouth as his fingers start to circle around your pulsing hole, almost like it’s a silent reminder of how much easy access he has to your body.

it’s not fair how easily he can get you to physically succumb to him. this was definitely your fault; you refused any other romantic prospects ever since akira left you, which meant that it had been five long years where your only sexual release was whatever you had to offer to yourself. and with how badly you’ve been pining after him, it was safe to say that touching yourself came nowhere close to having akira’s hands wandering all over your body again.

you yelp when he bites down slightly at your ear, his sharp incisors nipping carefully at the thin skin.

“i want an answer,” he demands breathlessly. “you’ve always been so shy… that part of you hasn’t changed at all.”

“d-don’t make me answer that…!” you choke out. your voice is high-pitched and strained, nothing like the collected facade you had shown him during dinner. he pinches your swollen clit, and pleasure stabs at your stomach. you arch your back against his chest, another desperate cry escaping you. he’s good at this little back and forth, flickering between torturing your clit to rubbing loving circles into your sticky nub. your pussy convulses, and your inner walls are drooling to be fucked out and stuffed with his cock. your body’s missed his touches almost as much as you have emotionally, and the fact that he’s experienced with your body does nothing in your favor.

he presses his lips into the gentle curve of your face, kissing you over and over again. his kisses are so sweet and chaste, unlike the way he toys with your lower half. your hole flutters and dances around his fingertips, leaking like a broken faucet, your pussy telling him everything you refuse to verbalize. he knows how much you want him to fuck you, but he also knows how stubbornly shy you can get. and he also knows that sex is so much more fun when he can peel back all of your walls to get you right where he wants you.

“you’re going to have to answer me, you know,” he purrs. the vibrations reverberate against his chest and towards your bare back. “a gentleman would never do something his lady doesn’t want to do. you can thank sojiro for that.”

you squeeze your thighs slightly around his wrist, and you shudder. “please… don’t do this to me… it’s embarrassing.”

“it’s only me… you’ve slept with me before. why so shy now?” his tongue laps at the shell of your ear, and another shiver runs down your spine when his warm tongue captures your sensitive skin, licking against the thin skin and making your pussy clamp up unintentionally. “unless…? don’t tell me. is there another guy you’ve been doing this with?”

you shake your head vehemently. you wouldn’t ever dream about fucking someone that isn’t akira kurusu.

“like i said, it’s- it’s embarrassing…!!” you breathe. his hands feel so good, touching you all over from behind. you can feel him grinding his hard-on against your ass, and your throat constricts on itself when you feel how big and thick he is. he was always well-built even when you fucked him during your teenage years, but in your memory, he wasn’t this big… your cunt throbs painfully with anticipation at the thought of being stretched out on such a big cock after such a long dry spell, and the arousal swirling slowly in your stomach pleads with you to set your pride aside just this once.

he sighs against your ear. he’s disgustingly sensual, that stupid akira, and his words are honeyed and sensual. “it’s only me… c’mon, all you need to say is that you want me. ‘please fuck me, akira! please fuck me with your cock! i want it inside my pussy!’ that's all you need to say. not too hard now, hm? i basically told you what you needed to say.”

heat burns at your cheeks, and there’s a lump in the back of your throat. you want it, you want to do everything he just said so badly. you want him to pin you down to his cheap mattress and fuck the daylights out of you, until you can’t feel your legs and you can let go of all the emotional baggage you built up. the shame and the embarrassment grip in between your hips, and you swallow back whatever hesitation swims in your gullet.

“p-please fuck me, akira…,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “i want you inside me… want your cock inside my pussy…”

“hm? what was that? i could barely hear you.” akira presses harshly against your clit. you let out a loud yelp, electric pleasure jolting up in your pussy. “see? i know you’re capable of being much louder with that pretty voice of yours…”

if looks could kill, you would have murdered akira in your bed with the glare you shot him. he blinks innocently at you, a small grin poised on his lips. this is a battle you can’t win, unless you want to leave his house unsatisfied and unable to do anything about the throbbing deep inside your gut.

“please fuck me, akira!” you make sure your words are pointed. “i-i want you to fuck me! please put your cock inside my- my pussy…!”

he laughs under his breath and rewards you with a kiss, even though you’re flushing with heat and wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. “oh, i’ll gladly do that, sweetheart. that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

you bite back your complaints, heart thumping wildly inside of your chest. his erection prods against your thighs, and you part them wider so he can slot himself from behind. you swallow again when his cock slides up and down your slit, and your vision spins when he grinds up against your pussy. his fingers continue to rub and play with your clit, making sure that you don’t get even a second of rest from him.

his pre-cum stained cockhead prods naughtily at your fluttering hole. you take in a deep breath as he presses his tip against the tight ring of muscle. his dark eyes peer at you. “ready, my pretty girl?”

you nod, and a moan immediately lodges itself inside your mouth when he pushes himself in. he’s slow, painstakingly slow, when he pushes himself in. it’s like he wants you to feel every inch of his length, reminding you of everything you’ve missed, of how good it felt to have his cock penetrating you again after so long. akira hisses through his teeth, pushing his cock into your cunt, fighting past through all of the hot and wet tightness, and it takes all of his self-restraint not to empty his balls into your pussy right there and then.

“shit…,” he says breathlessly, “were you always this tight…? fuck- your pussy’s clenching all over my dick… can’t get enough of me now, can you?”

you focus on your breathing, trying to relax your body. a dull sense of pleasure pricks at your brain, and it spreads and trickles under your skin as if it’s a droplet of blood pooling at your fingertip and dripping down. your stomach curls in on itself, and even when you were bracing yourself for the stretch, feeling it all anew feels like it’s blowing your brains out.

“ah-,” you exhale shakily, trembling in his arms, “s-so big…”

“yeah?” he sounds strained too, his cock twitching dangerously against its tight restraints. “‘ve missed this pretty pussy so much, love. i knew you weren’t someone i could just let go willy-nilly. i’ve got you now, pretty, all in my arms.”

you hum, savoring the sensation of your plush walls stretching out to fit his cock, his balls tensed up at your entrance. he hadn’t started moving yet and you were this starstruck over his dick. how the hell were you going to live through the whole ordeal? it didn’t matter. even this much felt good and had you writhing like a lithe cat against his chest, your curves slotting straight into his wandering hands like two matching pieces of a puzzle.

“y-you feel different,” you mumble as one hand ghosts over your chest and the other makes its place in between your thighs again. a whimper bubbles up inside of you when he goes back to rubbing slow circles into your clit, your pussy clenching up and massaging his dick as arousal shoots through your stomach. 

“mhm? tell me about it.” he draws his hips back carefully, and you can hear him let out a haggard exhale when your walls cling to him, not wanting to let his cock go. the friction has you seeing stars in your mind, your brain threatening to melt into goo. he’s still incredibly slow as he pushes back into you, giving your body a chance to catch up, but even at this pace, his thrusts are deep and full.

you shouldn’t stroke his ego, but you wouldn’t be lying if you said that the five years you spent apart from him did change him. maybe you also had gone too long without him and the withdrawal had changed you too. “i don’t know… you feel bigger- feels good inside me…”

“yeah? keep talking to me then. i missed that sweet voice of yours.” his eyelids flutter when your walls twist around him, your greedy pussy eagerly sucking him in deeper and swallowing him in. “ohhhh, fuck…! shit, you feel so fucking good- so fucking tight… haven’t had your pussy in way too long…”

your chest tightens, and you can feel your breathing growing shaky. his thrusts are slowly getting faster, finding a groove that has your thoughts quivering with each snap of his hips. you’re hypersensitive to how he feels inside of you. you can feel everything, and your pussy remembers again how good it felt to have him fucking you. he remembers too, the angles that you liked and just how deep he needed to fuck into you to get you to squeal. and speak of the devil-

“-!! akira!! n-not there, akira! s-so deep-!” your words start slurring together. pleasure rips through your pussy as he effortlessly locates your sweet spot again and starts bullying your deepest parts with his cockhead. “i-if you keep fucking me like that, you’re gonna make me cum…!”

“you say that like it’s a bad thing,” akira chuckles. his dark curls sweep against his forehead, eyes hiding behind the wisps of midnight black hair. “what if that’s what i want you to do? what kind of man leaves his girl unsatisfied? it’s only fun when you’re feeling good… i want to see if i can still get you to crumble after all these years.”

you hiccup as he keeps fucking into you. you can’t think properly, not when he’s hitting your sweet spot without any issue, each thrust forcing his cockhead to slam into your g-spot right on. he keeps playing with your clit, moving in rhythm with his thrusts so that you don’t get even a moment’s worth of reprise. your chest is tight, and your breathing is ragged, your brain only managing to hang on just to get enough oxygen to your fluttering heart.

“yeah, you like it when i touch you like this, don’t you?” akira sounds so full of himself as he practically purrs at you like a cat. he wasn’t lying when he said he missed your body; his cock keeps drooling inside of you. your juices intermingle and mix, acting as the perfect lubricant for him. each snap of his hips is faster and harder, and your mind keeps lighting up with sparks of pleasure as his cock stretches you out. “that’s my girl. ‘m so glad i got your attention again. life is just too boring without you here… ‘m not gonna leave you again, you hear? i made that mistake once. i’m not gonna make it twice.”

“akira!” you scream out, unable to hold yourself back. so much for that rightful fear of yours. you could never resist him, not when he’s saying the very things you dreamt of for five years straight, consoling yourself with no one at your side, just imagining how things might be different if he had wanted you as much as you wanted him.

and now he does. now he’s gripping onto your body, making you twist and turn with pleasure, completely at his mercy with your legs spread apart and your cunt stretched out his girthy cock. the squelching noises as his cock slides in and out of you are downright obscene, and you can’t remember the last time you had gotten this shamelessly wet. not even masturbating had your pussy this excited; your fingers could never replace what real dick did for your cunt.

“there we go. that’s my name,” he praises you. “scream it all you want for me. i want to hear your pretty voice. it makes me feel really good when i hear you crying out my name… it’s like you know that i’m your man. only me. not anybody else.”

you shudder, his dirty talk making your stomach furl in on itself. you hate that silken tongue of his, how he can say such sweet things to you and yet turn you on so badly. you’re glad that he likes you this much; otherwise, you don’t even want to think about what other embarrassing things he might make you do for his own entertainment. this is his version of playing nice. you’re lucky that he considers himself a gentleman and would do anything for your pleasure. 

the lewd sounds of lovemaking and skin against skin quickly fill the room, and he’s thrusting into you just the way you like it. he wasn’t lying when he said he remembered every detail of your sensitive body. he was so good at playing with your body that it almost felt like you were being attacked at all angles. he was showering your nipples and clit with attention, his lips chasing after your body and pressing sticky kisses all over whatever patches of bare skin he could reach. he’d lean his head to make out with you too, eating up your moans as you cry into his mouth, his tongue swirling against yours and making you almost collapse into a heap of sweaty limbs and lovejuices out of how good it was.

“so tight… yeah, you like it like this, don’t you? my cock is the best, isn’t it? you keep clenching up around me, pretty girl,” he breathes. his words are velvety and dark, and whenever he slips his tongue into your mouth, he tastes so addictively good. “i can feel how much your pussy wants me… even if you’re committed to being this shy, your body tells me everything i need to know.”

“don’t say things like that…!” you somehow force your words out through gritted teeth. “i already told you, it’s embarrassing!”

his lips curl into a cruel smile as he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, clearly enjoying the way he’s making you squirm. if there’s one thing akira loves, it’s putting you in the hotseat and knowing that he has this kind of effect on you. “is it though? i’m only telling the truth.”

he pinches at your clit at the same time he thrusts up harshly into you, and you let out a breathless shriek as red-hot pleasure rams into your gut. your inner walls clamp down unconsciously onto his dick, gripping onto every inch of his cock. your cervix milks and massages his tip, your pussy pleading desperately to be filled up with both his cock and his cum. 

“just like that.” he sounds so pleased with himself. akira isn’t the kind of guy to get a big head and walk around as if he ruled the place, but he wasn’t one to let any of his victories just slide past. “see? that pretty pussy of yours won’t lie to me.”

your stomach won’t stop lurching with each rough thrust. the heat deep inside of you keeps coiling into painful knots, and you think you’re going to lose your mind. all you can think about is how good it feels to have akira messing up your insides, your walls squelching and molding itself to the shape of his cock. the pleasure is mind-numbing in every sense of the word, and your brain keeps devouring all of the sensations flickering underneath your skin. he knows how to get you aroused too easily, and he makes sure you feel everything he’s doing to you. whether it’s speeding up or slowing down, egging you on with your most sensitive parts, he doesn’t give you an opportunity to really catch up with him. 

“feels good- feels so good-,” your words are starting to melt together incoherently, all of the overwhelming sensations getting the better of you. “if you keep fucking me like that, you’re gonna make me cum…”

“oh, silly girl, we’ve talked about this already.” he kisses your shoulder, and your mouth goes dry when the tip of his sharp teeth ghosts over your exposed skin. “i already told you that that was my goal from the very start. i wanna see my girl cum all over my cock, just like you used to do. you’d make the prettiest noises as you came… are you going to moan for me like that again? or are you going to get shy? do i have to fuck the moans out of you?”

you whimper helplessly, cunt tightening up. you hate how much that turns you on, how much letting him have his way with you has you melting like putty. you must have more of a masochistic side than you’re willing to admit, given how much you get off on having akira manhandle you. 

“don’t be mean to me… you’re so mean…,” you eke out weakly. 

“i’m not being mean. if anything, you’re the mean one… is it too much for a man to want to see how good he’s making his girl feel? i want to see your face twisted in pleasure, your voice all ruined for me, your body all messed up because of me…,” he hums to himself. the lump in the back of your throat is there again, and as if to accentuate his point, he thrusts sharply into you. 

a shockwave of heat shreds you from the inside out, and you arch your back harshly. he keeps torturing you like this. is this his way of edging you? keeping you this close to the edge and telling you about how much he wants to make you cum but not really letting you? akira loves how responsive your pussy is, how you keep milking his cock and fluttering all excitedly around him whenever he whispers about all the lewd things he wants to do to you. your thighs won’t stop shaking, and your juices are dripping everywhere, coating his balls and trickling down your skin and messing up his sheets. 

you’re going to cum soon. your body feels weak and flushed all at once, and heat keeps mounting wildly inside of you. you can’t keep up with everything akira’s doing to you, and no matter how much he’s teasing you and whispering all sorts of dirty things into your ear, all of it is going straight into making your pussy feel good. your cunt won’t quit sucking him in, instantly hooked on the feeling of having your ex-fling’s cock stuffing it again. 

you’re better than this. you know that, and yet you’re not above falling prey to akira’s words and honeyed traps. he’s spun a perfect web to ensnare you in, and you never stood a chance. he has you right where he wants you. 

and you look so, so beautiful to him. he can feel how close you are. your pussy keeps pulsing and squeezing around his length, and your moans are growing more and more desperate. your eyes have lost focus a long time ago, but he knows that if he were to grab your face and force you to look at him, your pupils would still dilate and show him a clear reflection of his triumphant face. sweat beads at your body, and your bare skin is all laid out for him to admire. how could he ever leave you behind like that? you’re everything he’s ever wanted and more. it’s almost too good for him to believe.

“wanna cum-,” you stumble over your own words. “please- ‘m so close, akira… it hurts- don’t edge me…”

he hums, and you let out a pained whine when he slows his pace down, dragging his cock out of you painfully. your hole clings to every inch of his cock, not wanting to let him go, scared that he won’t fuck himself back into you. your brain lights up with pleasure as he slowly fucks himself back in before speeding back up, and the sensation is like whiplash to your overwhelmed senses.

your stomach curls dangerously, and your vision shakes violently as the heat rushes to your gut. you’re so close, so close to cumming, basically almost there. you hold your breath, anticipating the dizzying fall, just needing a little more from him to tip you over the edge. you clench your eyes shut as your insides throw a fit, overstimulated and reeling from how downright good it feels to get dicked down again.

except akira won’t give it to you that easily. 

you let out a drawn out cry when he controls his pace and refuses to give you what you want, and you writhe in his arms, clawing at his bare skin and shaking your head back and forth. it’s awful, you hate it, you hate not being able to cum, feeling like there was a dry spell that refused to be satiated. you feel hollow and empty despite him fucking his cock back into you, trying to build that arousal back up.

“y-you’re edging me!” you protest. “please- i was so close- just wanna cum… it hurts…”

“sorry.” he doesn’t sound sorry at all, but he tries to appease you by pressing another flurry of sweet kisses to your face and neck. “can you blame me though? you sound so pretty, look so pretty… i like knowing that i still have it in me. hm? i’m making you feel good, aren’t i?”

it’s unfair how easily he can mess around with both your physical needs and your emotions. all you care about right now is the burning in between your thighs, the secondary pulse inside of your pussy wanting release. your pussy keeps getting more and more sloppy, juices spilling everywhere. your body isn’t resisting any of his touches anymore, and he’s fucking into you without cracking a sweat.

“c’mon,” he whispers seductively. “let me hear you beg for me some more. this is the only time you’ll ever sweeten up to me. you’re usually the thorny one otherwise. think you’re up for it? or do i need to tell you what to say again?”

your throat tightens, and your mind wavers. your thoughts have hazed over a long time ago, not caring about anything else happening in the world. all that mattered to you right now was the delicious stretch of akira’s cock inside your hole, and all you wanted right now was to cum all over his dick like you didn’t have a shred of pride left in your body. and you bet that was what akira wanted out of you: his guarded and jaded former classmate fucked out into a loving, cum-stained mess right in his bed.

the words are leaving your mouth before you can even fully comprehend them. “want it- want it so bad, akira… please, please, wanna cum on your cock- i’ve wanted it so bad… wanted it all this time, nothing else made me feel good! your cock’s the best, i wanna cum on your cock… please- i can’t think about anything else!”

he laughs breathlessly. you don’t know if it’s because he’s incredulous or if it’s because he’s impressed. maybe both. you couldn’t care less, not when your arousal pounds painfully throughout every corner of your body. you think you’ll actually burst if you don’t get to cum soon.

“yeah? god, can you blame me for getting so greedy with you when this is the kind of shit you reward me with?” he kisses your temples softly, and his lips move against your sweat-beaded skin. “i suppose i’ve tortured you enough, yeah? what a good girl you are, doing everything i ask you to do… it’s okay, i’m not going anywhere. you can cum on my cock as much as you want. it’s my turn to pamper my girl a bit…”

finally. finally…! good god, you swear you’re about to see the pearly gates right there. akira angles his hips just right, and he rams mercilessly into you, savoring the choked out cries and moans of thanks you let out, his name generously mixed into your muddled whimpers the way he likes it best. you’re hanging on by a thread, and akira’s fucking you in a way that’ll have you come undone any moment now.

“c-cumming…! ‘m cumming- akira- oh fuck- fuck, fuck, cumming!” 

your cunt clamps down on his cock like a vice, and you throw your head back, a breathless shriek dying out on your lips as your orgasm crashes into you like a brick wall. something warm and wet gushes out in between your thighs, and heat overtakes you entirely. it feels so good, feeling that tightness in your gut snap and unravel and come completely loose, all of the pleasure coursing through your veins and making your mind go entirely blank. you can barely force a breath through your mouth, shuddering as akira guides you through your high, keeping your quivering walls stretched out to their limit as he pumps his cock in and out you through it all.

your world spins, and it feels like everything is giving out under you. your already foggy vision is fighting to stay as it is, and you cling to whatever part of akira is holding you from behind. fuck, you can’t remember when the last time you came like this was. masturbating and fucking yourself on your fingers all by yourself always felt so dull and lackluster, and actually getting a taste of real dick after having been deprived for so long felt like your entire universe was being flipped upside down. you didn’t even realize how badly you were shaking until akira held firmly onto your form, keeping you locked flush against his bare chest.

“ooh, bet that felt really nice-,” his voice warbles through your hearing. your heartbeat roars against your ears, and it takes everything in you to fully focus on what he’s saying. “fuck- i missed making my girl cum like that… i almost forgot that you make such a pretty face whenever you cum… makes me want to tease you even more. yeah? did it feel that good to cum on my cock? you missed it too, didn’t you?”

your head is heavy as you try to get yourself to nod, fully aware of all the slick covering his cock now. did you really cum that hard? you can’t make heads or tails out of anything right now, the aftermath of your high still possessing you fully. you’re a fucked out mess in that moment, and your head buzzes with the dull thrums of euphoric pleasure. you’re vaguely aware of how much akira’s dick is twitching inside of you, undoubtedly hurtling close to his own high now that he’s seen you turn into this mushy mess all because of him. 

his balls twitch against your lower lips. his cock keeps spasming deep inside of you, and the same desperation that had claimed you whole is egging him on too. he wants to fuck his cum into you, watch your cunt struggle to keep all of it, stare down at you with his lust-stricken eyes as the pearly white ropes start to leak out of you. 

you whine against the friction as he keeps bucking his hips against yours, grinding up just to feel a bit more of you. your head spins at the overstimulation, with him still rutting against you despite the fact that you just came. “t-too much, akira-”

“i’m close, promise-,” he grunts out. “bear with me, okay? so close, gonna fill up your pretty pussy with my cum- you’re being so good for me…”

you nod weakly. you want him to fill you up, want to feel the swell of your stomach as his cum floods your insides. you can bear that much. you keep crying out for him, letting your voice spur him on. you’re sure you’re going to be a sore mess tomorrow, aches already spreading across your lower back and legs, but with how much downright pleasure he can plunge you straight into, it’s a worthwhile trade off.

“god, you’re so fucking perfect…! take it- fuck- take it all… gonna make you mine, gonna make you my girl-,” akira groans. you yelp when he grabs at your hips and keeps you stuck in place, and he buries his cock as deep as he can fuck himself into you. a cold shiver spreads across your spine when he cums hard straight into your cunt, and the warmth bursts across your gut. your walls keen and strain as it stretches out to take his semen while his cock is still stuffed inside, and a sense of otherworldly bliss spreads across your brain when you can feel white hot ropes flood your womb.

“ohhhh- fuck- god-,” akira cries out. he buries his head against your shoulder, panting heavily. your intoxicating scent fills his nose, and he swears that he’s no longer on this earth. just as much as you’ve craved the physical intimacy, akira longed to feel this again, to feel your weight in his arms, to feel the warmth of his cock softening inside of your cunt as your lovejuices mix together. all sorts of hazy pleasures flicker up inside of his mind, and there’s nothing he wants to do more than to keep whispering sweet nothings to you and have you all plugged up with his cum, cement you as his for just a few seconds longer.

but he knows better than to push his luck even more than he has. your mind is swimming even more than his is, and he has to be the responsible one despite having initiated this whole mess to begin with. 

he pulls out with a low groan, and you turn over to lay down on your back finally. your knees part unconsciously, and when akira sits up, he’s immediately entranced at the slow stream of his cum that trickles out of your fluttering hole. his cum slides down the curve of your ass and onto his sheets, a small pool forming underneath you.

did… he really cum that much?

he lets you have a second to pull yourself together, and he helps you. you’re still shaky, but you manage to thank him quietly as he gets up. he grabs the base of his half-hard cock, and he presses the sticky tip to your mouth. you look up at him wordlessly through your eyelashes, but your tongue darts out in between your lips. you obediently start licking the excessive cum off of his length, making sure to swirl your tongue into his slit and let him see you swallowing down whatever he couldn’t fuck into your throbbing cunt.

you missed this salty, heady taste too. you wish you weren’t so fucked out, wish you had something intelligent to say to this. more than anything else though, you wish you could feel something other than a sick sense of delight at everything that went down. you should be mortified at letting him pry his way into your heart so easily, for letting your walls down so quickly despite having spent five years building them up. 

but now that everything was said and done, all you wanted in that moment was for him to lay down again so you could crawl back into his arms and feel his heartbeat against your bare body. that was the kind of man akira kurusu was. you couldn’t bring yourself to stay away from him for too long, no matter what you tried. you two were meant to be, no matter how much that sentiment had hurt you whenever you were young.

akira mumbles something about getting ready to clean you up, and you gingerly let yourself flop back down on his bed. fatigue seeps quickly into you. too much happened all at once that night, and no matter how much you fought through the fog in your head to make sense of everything, you remember very little after a certain point.

…

…

…

the appetizing scent of curry and coffee greets you when you slowly let your eyelids flutter open. you’re still naked, and the blanket covering you is light and cool. a gentle stream of sunlight tiptoes through the bedroom, and you stir, suddenly aware of how sleep-logged and heavy your body feels. still, it feels nice when you stretch your arms and legs, before realization slams into your consciousness like a sack of bricks.

you shoot upright, and your back immediately screams out in pain. 

fuck. you messed up. you messed up big time.

you scramble to the edge of the bed, and in the corner, your clothes are freshly laundered and folded up. uncertainty gnaws at your stomach, and you rush to get dressed, haphazardly dragging your clothes over your head and slithering into whatever you had on last night. there’s no sign of akira anywhere, at least inside the bedroom, but this place is very much not your room nor your bed, so it has to be akira’s.

it was one thing to go out to dinner with akira and go back to his place for a cup of coffee. it was another to somehow end up having sex with him and passing out in his bed as if you two were actually lovers. you want to slap yourself in the face as the mortification fully settles in. you had only wanted closure last night, and now you don’t know what to make of the situation. things just got messy way too fast; you never had intended on sleeping with him, let alone letting him fuck you raw and creampie you.

you have half a mind to make a run straight for his front door, but when you crack his bedroom door open, you can hear humming and the clattering of plates from the kitchen. you shyly pad out into his hallway and towards where the noise is coming from. whatever foolish hopes you had of making a clean getaway were gone the moment you woke up, clearly having slept in from how much sunlight was pouring in through all of the windows. the very least you could do was maybe thank him for taking care of you last night and apologize for staying the night unexpectedly.

“oh!” akira whirls around with a pan in his hand. surprise blooms on his face, but he quickly smiles at you. “you’re up already! was i too loud? here, why don’t you take a seat at the table? i was hoping i could wake you up with breakfast already prepared, but i guess you beat me to it.”

heat pricks at your cheeks. you want to decline his offer, but the scent of food hits far stronger now that you’re close to the source. you’re begrudgingly reminded of how hungry you are when your stomach practically yowls, so you hang your head and shuffle awkwardly over to take a seat at his dining table. at the center is a small box of contraception and a glass of water, clearly meant for you, and you’re rendered shy again at how far ahead akira is compared to you.

he must have woken up early to have run to the store for plan b and to have enough time to basically cook up a whole meal for you. you don’t have to wait long before akira proudly presents you with a plate of hot rice and curry, followed by a mug of coffee prepared the way you like it best.

“eat. you’ll need the energy if you’re going to be taking the pill,” he encourages you. he presses a spoon into your hand, and you say a quick word of thanks before digging into the food. you’re not sure if it’s because he’s a good chef or if it’s because you’re ravenous, but you make quick work of breakfast. akira laughs softly at how you’re wolfing down your food and reminds you to chew, but before either of you know it, both of your plates are empty and a strained silence lingers above your heads.

“um…” you glance nervously at him. “i can do your dishes before i leave. and- um- please let me know how much i owe you for everything. i really should be on my way…”

“do my dishes? owe me anything?” the dark-haired man looks at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “are you in a rush to go somewhere?”

you should lie and tell him you have a prior appointment. if you’re smart, you would have hopped on the closest train that’ll take you far far away from this dangerous man. but clearly you aren’t as smart as you believe yourself to be, given how many times you chose against the “smarter” option to land yourself where you are now. what’s one more indulgent mistake?

“not… necessarily.” you don’t know how to tell him that you’re not sure how to face everything now. it’s impossible to close the gap of five years in just one hookup, no matter how much your hearts might have both yearned for it. there’s a lot of heavy emotional work left to be done if you want something meaningful to come out of it, and you can’t deny the fact that akira has objectively hurt you by disappearing from your life five years ago. 

but when he reaches over the dining table to take your hand and squeeze it encouragingly, your resolve can only hold strong for so long. you peer up from where you’re staring down at your lap. his beautiful doe eyes are looking straight at you, and your heart throbs painfully inside of your chest. 

you want him. you want this. you want all of it to work out, somehow. 

“if there’s no hurry,” he murmurs soothingly, “stay a while. we have so much we have to catch up on.”

you want to believe in the good. in the worthwhile. in the in-betweens and the gray spaces and the happy endings that are still in the making. it might not have been there the last time, but things have changed, regardless of whether or not you’re willing to accept. with his hand intertwined with yours, this newfound tension hanging between the two of you, maybe it’s time for you to close the gap that had been plaguing you for so long.

this time, you won’t be alone.

author's note: wowee two fics from user pparadiselost within a week!!! i know, i know i have the most random posting schedule oopsie,,,, (//ω//) this fic is dedicated to @clubkira and was inspired by her lovely selfship with akira kurusu! i hope you all enjoyed reading, and if you want to show some appreciation, please consider donating to the humanitarian cause in gaza!!

[discotenny]

If he wanted to, he would

Goro Akechi, formerly famous teen detective and current convicted felon, is standing at your door with a bag of take out and two bottles of drinks. A familiar sight.

“Here,” he says, handing you the bag and strolling into your apartment so casually it’s like he owns the place.

It’s a common routine so much that you don’t even have it in you to argue your surprise anymore. Every now and then, your boyfriend would show up at your door without notice with a gift in tow. While you’d have planned meetups throughout the week, the sight of Akechi standing awkwardly through your peephole is always a welcomed shock.

You follow him to your kitchen counter and set down the mystery food he brought over today. The savory smell released from the closed bag is warm, and you wonder how good the food must be if the smell is already so enticing. A familiar logo on the receipt catches your eye. You choose to ignore how sizable the bill is.

“Oh, isn’t this from that new restaurant I was telling you about yesterday, Goro?” You look at him with a teasing smile and catch him turn away to your cabinets.

“Do you seriously only have one clean glass?” He pulls it out with feigned annoyance as he ignores your tease.

“Well, I wasn’t really expecting company on a Tuesday night~” You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind. Faintly you can feel him grasp the glass tighter in an attempt not to drop it in surprise.

“W-well! I-I passed by it on my commute and just happened to be hungry so-“

You laugh into his back, which causes him to stop his flustered ramble. “Well, thank you. Even if this was just a ‘so happened to be there’ type thing.” You move his hair out of his neck and press a small kiss to the crane of it.

For the sake of the glass, Akechi places the cup down with a sigh. He lifts up your hands gently, guided by a soft “up,” and turns around. His own hands find their place on the bone of your hips, bringing you ever closer to him.

For just a few moments, he stares at you. Maroon eyes cross over your face and you let him examine you without any comment. His gaze shifts from your lips, a small quiver in his own at the sight- to the apples of your cheeks, and you can just barely make out the softening of his features. Finally, his eyes settle on your own and you’re able to fully indulge yourself in the moment with your lover.

His eyes- his beautiful, wonderful eyes. They look at you with a restrained softness, as if he’s scared to push further with his affections more than this. The quiver of his lip emphasizes his nervousness but the softness of his features show just how much he cares.

Slowly, one of his hands moves towards your face, brushing away a stray piece of hair. Softly, Akechi presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling away. You want to chase after him and fully press your lips into his, but you know any further might cause him to explode in a fluster filled frenzy.

“Do you want ice in the glass? I’m fine drinking from the bottle,” he says, going back to the cup in the counter. There’s a light blush on his cheeks as he lifts it up for you to see.

“Oh- you can use that one! I’ll wash one from the sink,” you say with a smile, “I should also go ahead and wash some plates for us to eat on.”

“You don’t have any clean plates either?” Akechi says with an incredulous expression. With a half annoyed sigh he continues- “I’ll do the dishes, you can just go ahead and set out the food.”

As you unpack the bag- several containers of hot food fill up your small granite island. A variety of dishes, probably one from each category of the wide menu. If it were anyone but Akechi, you probably would’ve been surprised someone cared so much to bring this much food.

The sink begins to run and you catch sight of Akechi slipping on your bright pink dish washing gloves. As he gets to work, you can’t help but want to tease him once more.

“Hey, didn’t you work from home today? What commute did you even make?”

“W-well-“

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BIG BIG GORO BOY MOOD

[rekino2114]

Can you do M and I from the fluff alphabet for Tae takemi [Persona 5] and Z and X for Futaba sakura [Person 5]

M and I fluff alphabet prompts for Tae takemi and Z and X for futaba sakura

Tae takemi

☠️M=mornings (how do they spend mornings with you?)

Tae has to wake up pretty early to go to work but she doesn't really wanna wake you up because of that, so she usually just gives you a kiss on the forehand and lets you sleep while she gets ready. If you do get up with her, she just makes a second cup of coffee and starts a conversation with you. It's also a great opportunity to ask you to help her put her work clothes on.

☠️I=I love you (how fast did they say it? Do they say it often?)

She says it a lot, especially to tease you, She might also lean into it when she needs something from you, but you know she actually means it, you love hearing her tell you those words while cuddling and looking into your eyes, you hear nothing but truth in them. Because it is the truth.

Futaba sakura

👾Z=zzz (how is sleeping with them?)

Sleeping with futaba is.....not the best experience. She goes to sleep incredibly late, so you often have to throw a pillow at her while she's playing on her pc to remind her that she has to sleep. She often hogs the blankets to herself and talks in her sleep. But she does also cling to you a lot while she's sleeping, and she looks adorable like that, so you bear those issues.

👾X=Xtra (a random fluffy headcanon)

She likes to match with you, especially in games you two play. Your skins match perfectly in almost every game with character customization, and she also found a way to play around your game style in most games, making you two a really good duo. She also does it in real life. You two have a lot of matching clothes and accessories you like to wear outside (those rare occasions futaba goes outside) to show everyone you're a couple.

[frickingnerd]

kissing ren to shut him up

pairing: ren amamiya / akira kurusu / joker x gn!reader

tags: silly & wholesome fluff, flustered/blushing!ren, established romantic relationship, phantom thief!reader

your boyfriend is the leader of the phantom thieves, always looking cool and effortless when he's fighting and it seems like nothing can phase him!

however, you know that your boyfriend has one weakness: you! or more specifically, sudden affection from you!

it's amusing how quickly your boyfriend can go from being the coolest and most relaxed person in the room to a flustered and blushing mess!

especially when you're out with your friends, whether it's hanging out after school or fighting in mementos, you love to find moments to catch ren off guard!

he'll be explaining the strategy going forward on how to fight the oncoming shadows within mementos, when you suddenly pull him into a kiss and shut him up within seconds

you're not sure if he even notices, but ren always freezes for a couple seconds afterwards, standing completely still as his cheeks turn red, before he snaps back into reality and mumbles out something like “w-what was i just saying…?”

you make sure to only use that technique on him when the stakes are low! you'd never do such a thing before a big fight or within a palace. but during training in mementos, you like to mess with him occasionally…

and it's entertaining for the other phantom thieves as well! especially ryuji and ann tease ren about how flustered you manage to make him!

[manias-wordcount]

Hi I wanted to say I adore your blog and a lot of your content. I was wondering if I could please get headcanons of Joker, Akechi, Mello, Denki, Kirishima and Link receiving a bouquet of flowers from their partner as an act of affection and gratitude towards them and how they’d react. Men deserve receiving flowers too! I’d love to see their reactions! Thank you ❤️

Giving Him Flowers HCs (Akira Kurusu, Goro Akechi, Mello, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘅 𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗛𝗖. 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Akira Kurusu

He’s so charmed by you LMAO

Like it’s so cute and he’s really happy !!!

The second you hand him the flowers he’s wrapping his arms around you all tight and giving you like a thousand forehead kisses

Probably just holds you a long time too as if you’re about to leave him for a while (because you were totally not just  about to go upstairs to take a nap in his room while you wait for him to finish covering for Sojiro)

Since moving to Tokyo, he’s been able to develop a lot of good relationships with others so he has plenty of good people in his life

But you showing up with flowers for him so randomly really just made his feel so fuzzy and warm inside

(Especially because he was having a particularly hard day but hadn’t told you about it yet)

Chances are, the flowers stay down in Leblanc because the attic is too dirty and dark

But he doesn’t shy away to from telling everyone who exactly gave him those flowers

Because for him, it’s not the flowers themselves that make him feel happy- it’s the fact that it’s a simple, beautiful, and meaningful gift coming from you <3

Goro Akechi

He’s a little hesitant to accept at first

(He probably is with all forms of affection but that’s neither here nor there)

He admits he’s a bit surprised but pleased when you randomly bring him a bouquet and say you were thinking of him and wanted to surprise him

But he really didn’t think that flowers were something that men would get randomly from their S/o

But you know him all too well, so you’re able to ease him into the idea that he deserves gifts and surprises like random flowers because he’s a great boyfriend and everyone should receive flowers every now and then - even him

So he does end up accepting the flowers after getting just a tad bit emotional and raw with his feelings

Eventually, he ends up taking it to work with him after you suggested it might brighten up his office!

Of course, the flowers bring a lot of attention to him because ‘Whaaat?? What do you mean the teen detective is dating someone??? Since when??’

And of course, he has to start explaining bits and pieces of his relationship to his coworkers which he doesn’t love

But if he has to talk to these people about anything, he’s a bit glad it’s just bragging about you

Mello

Maaannnn Mello is such a huge asshole - imo nobody should get this bitch flowers smh

But chances are, your gift of flowers is either 

A) immediately getting knocked out of your hands or B) immediately getting tossed in the trash (IN FRONT OF YOU)

He’s probably a little smug about seeing your little quiver and you grow upset about what happened but he doesn’t do anything more than that except laugh along with his lil crew

It takes finally being alone for a little bit to reflect on how what he did being fucked up to you

So by the next day, the flowers are gone from where they were originally left, and in his bedroom with plenty of water and tons of light and flower food bc he feels so bad

And chances are, you have a bunch of your favorite candy or treats being delivered to your door because no way is he gonna apologize in person (mans got a reputation to uphold)

So a guy like Mello  doesn’t deserve flowers, but he definitely doesn’t deserve you either

But he knows better than to make a similar mistake in the future

 You are the only one who always believed he was number one at everything - even when no one else did 

Denki Kaminari

He’s probably weirded out at first because????

Because what guy gets flowers??? Girls get flowers lol, not tough guys like him 

But once you started telling him why you wanted to get him flowers and why you think it’s dumb that only girls get flowers because boys deserve to get pretty things and to feel special too he started smiling like a big idiot

You just seriously made him so so happy and feel so lucky that of all the people he tried his luck with, the one person he really wanted wanted him back lol

That said, giving him flowers (and no written instructions or reminders) was a bad idea lol

Probably because he doesn’t know what to do with them LMAO

Like totally forget to give them water until it’s almost too late

And then immediately almost overwaters them

But hey! He’s happy and he’s trying lol

And he’s always remember the fact that you did this for him <3

Eijiro Kirishima

Takes it like a king LMAO

Though it probably helps that you got him a bouquet that was similar to one Crimson Riot was awarded at a banquet one time

And that you added a couple of flowers that all had “manly” meanings

So he feels sooooo honored- especially since these flowers were sprung on him on the blue

Probably accidentally gives you a poke with one of his spikes when he comes in for a hug LOL

Either way, this moment was a big form of reassurance

Not just as your boyfriend, but as a hero and a person

Of course, you gave him endless compliments when you presented him with the flowers

But it just felt like proof that he was really improving and coming so far compared to the person that he used to be!

And proof of how much you love and adore him of course!

[imhyperfixiating]

I love you fanfic writers and artists. Keep up the fanficing and artisting.