#male!persona 3 protagonist x Ryoji Mochizuki

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Ring, ring

This, like the last post lol, is inspired by the prompt list I currently have for a potential yandere prompt list I’m debating throwing out. This one is based on the prompt ‘creepy calls’ and comes from my stalker/serial killer au for some funsies <3

CW: Stalking, mentions of breaking and entering, generally kinda dark.

“God damn...stairs.” Minato grumbled as he made his way up his apartment building’s creaky, poorly lit stairway with his groceries in his arms. “If they bothered getting that fucking elevator fixed, I wouldn’t be nearly breaking my neck just to get god damned food.” Yet, it was only natural that his grumbling went unacknowledged, as he was alone in the discolored, wet-carpet-smelling hallway that led down to the chipped and cracked door that Minato called his. Once there, the dark-haired emo put down some of his bags to fight the jammed door open.

The small apartment that Minato called home wasn’t anything to brag about. The smoke-stained walls were thin enough that he could hear his neighbor’s television almost perfectly clear, cramped, and, most importantly, it was cheap. The tile in the tiny slice of a kitchen was cracked and discolored like the front door, with a small fridge that Minato stocked with his groceries. Then, he moved to the living room, which had sticky carpet and a perpetual smell of dust, but he could deal with that, especially after the slog that was his grocery trip. So, with a sigh, the shaggy-haired boy flopped onto his couch, his television flicked on to fill the silence and stifle the sounds of his neighbor’s show.

At least, until his cellphone rang with a telltale cartoon criminal laugh. The ringtone he assigned to Ryoji Mochizuki.

Minato’s stalker.

Though, instead of a normal person’s terror in that situation, the shaggy-haired emo just sighed in annoyance and answered the phone. “What.” He answered blandly. “Awww, so mean to me, funeral lily.” Ryoji pouted through the phone, “Can’t you just pretend to be happy to answer my calls?” “No.” the blue-haired man said blandly, “Considering you threatened to break in if I don’tanswer these stupid fucking calls, I have no real reason to be happy to talk to you.”

At Minato’s remind of that factor, Ryoji groaned in annoyance. “God, you make it sound like I make you talk to me at gunpoint, Mina.” “You kinda do.” “I do not. You can always ignore my calls and just lock your door. How is that ‘at gunpoint’” The brunette argued, which only made Minato roll his stormy eyes as he sat up on his couch. “I repeat, threats of breaking in. My parents always locked the doors at night, yet you still got in there like the cockroach you are.” Minato argued back, getting a bright laugh out of the man, “Okay, you got me there. But you still can’t hide that you just enjoy talking to me~” Ryoji teased, his words enough to earn a dark scowl from Minato.

On some dark level, the emo knew his stalker was right. Ryoji had basically forced Minato to chase off all of his friends or risk them being killed in the crossfire, so, these morbidly casual phone calls were the only real source of socialization Minato had left. But, whether he was lonely or not, he wasn’t about to admit that to the infatuated nutjob. “Why do you even call me? You follow me around everywhere I go, it’s not like we can chat about how my day was.” He huffed, the unacknowledged point left between the two men like a rotten chunk of meat. “I just like hearing your voice, funeral lily! It makes me feel less lonely.” Ryoji hummed simply, dark amusement woven into his words, as if he knew the deepest of Minato’s unspoken thoughts. “But! I actually do have things to do today, like you, I’ve gotta go grocery shopping, so~” He sang, “I’ll call you tomorrow, love you, dear.”

With that, Ryoji Mochizuki hung up, and Minato was left alone in his cramped, smoke-stained apartment once more. Only the television to keep him company, now.

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I drew this for a persona themed gift exchange, and I posted on socials a while ago, but got hella busy and mentally iffy, so 🤪

But either way! I hope everyone and the gifted person enjoyed this piece! I got to experiment with how to draw ghosts and snow!

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We Don't Have to Dance

Persona 3

P3 Male Protagonist x Ryoji Mochizuki

CW: references to alcohol and sex

Band AU, No Personas AU, Childhood Friends AU

“Things change,” Minato shrugs. “They’ve got rumors about me?”

“Of course they do,” Ryoji huffs out an amused breath. “You’ve gotten pretty popular, y’know? Makes me wonder what you’re all doing here. A shady run-down bar that forgets to ID people isn’t where I’d think to find rising stars like you.”

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After a concert gig at a back alley bar, Minato unwinds and runs into an old friend.

[narrators-journal]

ryomina 23 & 21 pls! <3

This one might be a tad rough, but I also had a lot of fun writing this one. It’s a little messy, a little vague, but I like how it turned out. I hope you also enjoy it! I hope it’s hot too, y’know, as it is smut. Simple as that! Sorry if it’s not as spicy as u hoped, I tried to be creative and interesting here.

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: teratophilia, gagging, mirror sex, technically? Nothing TOO spicy, ironically, this time.

Minato Arisato flopped onto his hotel bed with a groan. The aches of all of that day’s walking evident as soon as his back touched the relative comfort of the mattress, but the man was too tired to care in that moment.

Man, what type of senior trip is this bullshit? At least last year’s hotel had a hotspring, this place barely has cable. He thought as he opened his eyes to stare up at the large mirror that reflected his own drained body back at him. The barely pulled on t-shirt, his boxers, the school pants that were barely kicked away from his foot, half on and half off of the foot of the bed. Plus it’s got perverted ass mirrors like this. Jeez, I’d rather sleep in the hotel the Lovers arcana was at.Though, even as he thought it, he just closed his eyes and put an arm over them. Too tired to actually do anything about the mirror, so he instead simply went to sleep.

At least, until something drug him from the darkness of unconsciousness. A sensation so lightly against his arm, that Minato almost thought it was simply a dream. At least, until he felt it again, that time up his side.

Which, made the midnight-haired emo sit up on the bed, only to realize that he forgot to actually get beneath the comforter, and that his boxers had been tugged down to his ankles at some point. “Oh what the fuck?!” He hissed into the darkness, but when he went to try and get out of the bed, cold hands latched onto his wrists and threw him back onto the bed. Stunned into stillness as he watched invisible hands continue their admiration of his body.

That proved it. The touches he felt were real, there really were spectral hands that slid down Minato’s belly, that pinned his wrists above his head on the hotel bed. How many hands are there? Are there multiple people doing this? Multiple ghosts?Minato thought. “Hello? Any- Mmph!” His question was swiftly staunched by the corner of the hotel’s blanket that was shoved into his mouth. And, while he tried to thrash and push the blanket out of his mouth with his tongue, the ghost, or whatever it was, kept it in place regardless.

So, Minato huffed a bit and just laid there to watch as the ghostly hands explored him. Able to easily see his pajama shirt slide up so that they could grope and feel along his muscles. Or, as they slid down over his hips, thighs, and pubic hair until the invisible fingers could wrap around the base of his cock.

Which...admittedly didn’t feel too bad. Their touch was almost a vivid hallucination, but they were gentle. The hand on his dick had a firm grip, but it also wasn’t too tight. If Minato closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that it was someone like Ryoji who was in bed with him, at least partially.

But, either way, he found that he didn’t mind the touches, or even the fact that the ghostly hands kept him gagged by a blanket. So, he did his best to simply relax and accept the sexual pleasure from the way the invisible hands took their time to stroke Minato’s length until it was stiff. Vaguely cold against his embarrassment-warmed skin, yet with a firm grip that was the wildcard’s only confirmation that the feeling wasn’t simply a hallucination. Because, the large mirror over the bed was of no use for that, whatever had his wrists pinned into the pillows didn’t appear in a reflection, and when he glanced down at his erection, he still couldn’t see them.

So, all he could do was feel them as they explored every inch of the man with no care for his shirt, or his boxers. The gentle brush of fingernails over his abdominal muscles that made him shiver, the careful squeeze of invisible, chilly fingers as they massaged his balls. The soft grip of the hands that held his thighs apart, and, of course, the immovable grip of the hand that pinned his wrists down. Which, led to a conflicted concoction of emotions in the midnight-haired man’s chest.

Because, on one hand, the playful, feather-light touches seemed to warm his blood until the wildcard’s head swam with need, desire, and the taboo thrill of the situation. The fact that whatever spirit was in his hotel room was so lewd, so curious about him, was a surprising combination of flattering, arousing, and...familiar. Mostly in the sense that, the careful, almost tentative admiration in the spectral hands reminded him greatly of Ryoji Mochizuki.

Yet, there was also the other hand to consider. The fact that Minato was still exhausted from his day, that he hadn’t expected nor asked to be held down against the hotel bed, that he woke up to touches. The fact that he could only watch his reflection for assurance that the ghostly touches he felt on his skin were real. It may have been hot, but it was also plainly weird. Plus, despite how he undoubtedly felt their touch, he couldn’t feel the hands that lavished his erection with attention.

He could feel the colder air that seemed to represent the hands, he could see how the hands on his chest moved his pajama shirt in the mirror above him, but the actual friction of the touch felt more like that of a dream. Vivid, yet not. Just there enough to make him shiver as he watched himself be played with, to leave him a mess of pants and feverish heat, but never enough to let his arousal rise above a low simmer. The only tangible thing that he had was the blanket that was still kept in his mouth so that he couldn’t call for help. Which, did nothing to help the lust that had emerged from the conflict of his emotions.

So, despite the pleasure the friction fed, and the sight of his own pink-dusted face staring down at him through the curtain of his own lashes, it didn’t feel like it was enough. His orgasm felt perpetually out of reach, even as the hands continued to stroke and massage all the right places that made him squirm, shudder, and moan through his gag.

Until. The sensations completely stopped.

The pressure that held down his wrists and ankles, that held his legs apart and the blanket in his mouth, was simply gone. The exploratory brush of fingers over his skin, that mussed up his shirt, was no longer there. All that remained was his wide-eyed, red-faced reflection to stare back at him in his disshevelled, unsatisfied state.

So, with a scowl, he tore the corner of the blanket out of his mouth and pushed himself up with a growl, “What the actual fuck?!” He snarled into the empty darkness of the room, but, of course, neither the silver moonlight, nor the inky shadows at the far corners of the space didn’t offer an explanation. Which, did little but further piss the wildcard off as he yanked his boxers back up and stormed out of the bed to flick the light on. And, when the light didn’t have an answer for him either, he opened his door and looked out into the hallway.

As if whatever that was ran out? A more rational voice in his head asked, while his gray eyes scanned the empty corridor. But, the wildcard was too worked up to care about the logic, all he wanted was to find someone to blame and spread the issue to.

Which, he did find when his dark eyes landed on the figure of a familiar brunette further down the hall. Dressed in only a pair of sweat pants, his usually combed back hair unkempt and allowed to fall in his face, and his blue eyes tiredly stuck to the cheap soda that clattered to the bottom, Ryoji was likely only awake due to his own insomnia. So, it was probably a bit mean for Minato to throw himself at the man so desperately, but that didn’t stop his approach.

“Hey there, Ryoji. What’re you up to?” He asked casually. Leaned against the vending machine to watch the taller brunette jolt a bit, “Oh! Hi, funeral lily. What are you doing awake at this hour?” He asked, his light voice deepened into a slightly huskier tone as if to confirm that he had been trying to sleep. Though, the midnight-haired man knew he had Ryoji’s attention the moment those blue eyes flicked down to note the pink color that lingered on his cheeks. So, he continued to talk “Eh, it doesn’t really matter. What about you? Girls keeping you up?” He asked again, the small chuckle the brunette gave like a bit of gasoline on Minato’s arousal. “No, not tonight. It’s just my own inability to sleep keeping me up, thankfully no girls have a key to my room here, so I’ve got no company to entertain.” He explained with a smile.

Fuck yeah. “That’s great, actually.” Minato hummed, able to watch Ryoji’s eyebrows raise at the certainty and swiftness of the response. Though, he could also see the thoughts spin in those pools of blue, and watched the man connect the dots, even as he spoke. “Really?” His interest dulled by his own politeness, but Minato was well aware of it. “Yeah, I can’t sleep myself, so maybe...since you’ve got no one to entertain, you could entertain me.” He suggested with a coy smile just barely on his lips as he pushed himself off of the vending machine to fetch the forgotten soda from the bottom. “If you wouldn’t mind, of course.” “Of course not, Funeral lily!” Ryoji was quick to crow, his exhaustion gone as quickly as a light switch could be flicked, a wide smile and pink hue now unashamedly on his round face, “I’d be happy to ‘entertain’ you for as long as you need. I’m told I’m very good at putting people to sleep with it.” He assured, the soda now captured between Ryoji’s hands so he had some excuse to hold Minato’s hand.

Or, maybe he was just taking the soda before he pulled the blue-haired senior off to his own hotel room. Obliviously happy to help with the dissatisfaction that ate at Minato. Just as the wildcard had expected.

[narrators-journal]

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

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

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Photogenic

This is kinda trash lol, but I wrote it just to keep the rust off and get some Ryomina love out of me, so it's finnneee

CW: Yandere behavior, stalker behavior, nonconsentual photography

With skin pale enough to contrast his shaggy, midnight-blue hair and storm-grey eyes, Minato Arisato was almost like a porcelain doll. It was no surprise that every girl in Gekkoukan seemed to have the hots for him.

And, by extension, it shouldn’t be a surprise that Ryoji Mochizuki had the hots for him too. Though, he also knew Minato enough to know that traditional dating wasn’t a likely route to go. So, he kept to flirting and more casual shows of attraction.

Though, that didn’t entirely scratch the brunette’s itch. Even though Minato would flirt back and play along with his slightly perverted or dark humor, there was still some part deep within him that still craved Minato’s attention and company. Like a craving of sorts, yet...the urge to eat a pepperoni pizza didn’t lead to a jealous knot in your belly when a woman tried her hand at flirting with Minato.

It also, admittedly, didn’t lead to Ryoji’s current position. Sat in a tree like a bird, phone in hand to wait for Minato to come into view, fresh from a shower. If you keep this up, I’m gonna assume you WANT to be photographed. The brunette thought with amusement to himself when the wildcard did finally make an appearance in his bedroom. A towel draped over his hair, his well-toned chest and stomach on full display as if he was expecting to be photographed. Which, of course, Ryoji obliged.

How could he not? Plenty of girls snuck photos of Minato when he’s in school, so it wasn’t creepy for the brunette to do the same. After all, unlike the other students of gekkoukan liked to post Minato to their social medias, Ryoji only kept the photos for himself.

Which...wasn’t creepy.

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Yandere!Ryomina x reader

I need to stop accidentally posting to the art blog lol

So, I can’t get this scenario out of my head, so I’ve translated it into an x reader! It will be split into two gendered sections because I think that would affect the dynamic p importantly lol.

CW: implied spoilers for the games, dark, dark implications as well. Pregnancy is also brought up. It’s yandere, so...morals are a bit eh. Self indulgence like hellllll.

Male

A male Darling who gets the attention of yandere!Ryomina would be so very fucked.

Admittedly, any gendered darling would be screwed, considering Ryoji. But a male one would have a particularly yikes time. Because you not only have Ryoji as a yandere, but Minato too, since I think he’s gay.

So! It’s a BOGO deal lol. But for Yandere lovers.

Ryoji’s at least not a harmful yandere. He has no real need to hurt you when you legit just. Can’t escape him. He’ll chain you up, keep you under the guard of Minato or himself, stuff like that, but he won’t break your leg if you run.

Minato’s a lil different. He probably willbreak your leg.

Minato’s a bit more unhinged when it comes to the violence it takes to contain his darling.

Since he doesn’t have the power Ryoji has, he makes up for it that way. Which means a male darling has almost no chance to escape.

You can outrun Minato, but Ryoji willcatch you, and Minato willpunish you viciously for trying to leave him.

But hey, Ryoji will comfort you afterwards.

Also, these two are inevitably going to kidnap their darling. It might take a while, since Ryoji likes the hunt, but it will happen without a doubt.

Female

A female darling would not actually have it any easier than a male, honestly.

In fact, I think in some ways, a female darling would have it worse. Considering a male darling would be picked up out of a mutual desire from both Ryoji and Minato. But a female would only really be chosen for a purpose.

And, that purpose would be to try and bring a child into the world for Ryomina.

So, while you only really get one Yandere, that yandere would be Ryoji. Arguably the worst of the two by a long shot.

But hey, Minato wouldn’t really care too much for you beyond a platonic liking. I view him as gay, so he has no real strong feelings for a female darling.

That’s not saying he’d let you go.

No, if Ryomina decides to have a child in this fashion, Ryoji’s possessive side will be worsened, and Minato won’t be any help to curb it since he’d, y’know, want a kid from you.

On the bright side, I don’t think they’d go so far as to just. Forcibly knock you up like true scumbags. It’d be moreso ‘hey, we have an open relationship, so hook up with Ryoji’. And then once you get pregnant, then they become yandere.

It’s still calculated and scummy, but not asbad at least. Small victories.

Once again, though, you won’t be able to run, even if Minato lets you try. Especially not as far as a male darling could get if they tried.

Ryoji’s gonna be protective, so you’ll be lucky to be free an hour before he snatches you back up.

He won’t be an ass to you or anything, or really show any anger for fear of stressing you out, but you will probably be chained up and monitored constantly.

At least the basement you’ll be kept in will be furnished into a nice little apartment for you to stay in between pregnancies?

[narrators-journal]

Just a dream

I’m still on a bit of that horror train, so I took a bit of a softer idea I’ve been chewing on for a bit and decided to flex my descriptive muscles. That’s it. Is this super fucking clear? Probably not. But I hope it’s at least descriptive, and effective in painting the picture I want.

I also wanted to explore a bit more of a dark take on my usual writing energy? Idk, kinda hard to explain. I just wanted to write something that crossed wires in a way.

CW: Beware! There be attempted gore ahead! There’s also a bit of a sexual energy, dipping slightly into Ryoji’s darker tastes. Maybe this counts as a hint of Ero Guro? Not super heavy on the Ero tho, it’s just there. The biggest warning is for there being gore.

Minato squirmed beneath Ryoji’s touch, his back arched into his palm, his body offered up for each of Ryoji’s whims. Which, was a sight that brought a soft smile to the god’s face before he dipped his head and began a slow trail of feather-light kisses at the wildcard’s jaw and moved down his neck, then his sternum. “Ryoji…” the shaggy-haired man beneath the god sighed, his cloudy grey eyes focus on the brunette as he continued to leave delicate kisses down Minato’s belly. Each kiss and playful nibble enough to make the muscles below his pale skin flutter, or a shiver run down Minato’s body. A phenomenon that made Ryoji pause with his lips still against the man’s warm skin as he purred, “God, you’re so pretty, funeral lily…” Each fresh inhale of the wildcard’s lavender scent afterwards intoxicating him further.

“R-Ryoji…” And, just like that, the fog of lust was lifted by the distressed tone of the blue-haired man’s whimper. “Mina? Why do you sound so sad all of-” Ryoji didn’t need to finish his question. Because, when he lifted his eyes to look back up to his lover’s face, the pained grimace and tears he saw answered the question. “Funeral lily, what’s wrong?!” Ryoji asked instead as he pushed himself up from the wildcard’s belly to instead reach a hand up to the man’s cheek. Then, his breath froze in his throat.

His fingers. His pale skin, usually the color of a beam of moonlight, was now a sickeningly sticky shade of cherry against Minato’s own fair cheek. A shade that could be tracked down the wildcard’s body until he found the source. The spot where the skin of Minato’s belly had been torn open. A yawning, bloodied maw barely held together by the last few strands of the wildcard’s skin that remained.

For a moment, the sight his funeral lily stained red like this was morbidly beautiful, in that deeply unspoken manner. Yet, the sticky reminder of the blood on his face brought the god back to the reality of the moment. “Ryoji…”

It was Minato’s blood on his face. The crimson color that bloomed across the sheets was his fault. He hadn’t brought his lover any pleasure in exchange for his own. He’d only hurt him. “Ryoji.” The wildcard’s voice called. Muffled by the buzz of blood in the god’s ears as the brunette’s gut twisted and tied itself into knots. “Mochizuki!”

Freed from his dream, Ryoji threw himself out of the bed. Desperate to somehow get away from the copper scent on his skin, only to fall against the sturdy bedroom door before he sank to the floor. With his sapphire eyes barely cleared of sleepy haze as they darted from one corner of the shadow-filled bedroom to the next, the brunette’s heart thundered in his ears. The harshba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump in his chest nearly so loud, that it would’ve drowned out Minato’s voice when he huffed, “Ryoji, what the hell are you doing?” if the midnight-haired man had not moved as he spoke.

Minato?

Sure enough, Minato Arisato sat on the bed. His voice thick with sleep and confused annoyance, but the snow-colored button-up he was draped in seemed...untouched. His shaggy, dark hair was mussed and frizzy, but the wildcard was in one piece. He was perfectly fine.

He was unharmed. Though storm cloud eyes flashed with lightning, those bolts were what allowed reality to trickle back into Ryoji’s brain through the fog of anxiety and the slam of his heart against his ribs. Until, finally, the reaper’s fear had ebbed. “Ryoji.” Minato said in a firmer, yet suddenly kinder, voice that snapped the brunette out of his thoughts to look at his suddenly-softened partner. Why is he so nice all of a sudden?A dumb thought, for sure, because it surely wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that something must’ve been wrong with the god of death to have him huddled against the door like a frightened animal. And, despite his bad attitude and sharp tongue, Minato knew when honey was more effective than vinegar. “Nightshade, why did you jump up like that? Are you okay?” The shaggy-haired wildcard asked as he crouched down in front of Ryoji.

Yet, his quiet, gentle words still didn’t seem to be enough to receive an actual response from the half awake Shadow. only tears. “Hey, hey shh. You’re okay, Nightshade. It was just a bad dream.” the wildcard swiftly soothed, his hands moved to cup Ryoji’s round, soft face and swipe his tears away with his thumbs.

There was no fear. No hesitation to touch Ryoji and pull him from the sharp claws of his hysteria. “I’m so sorry!” The brunette finally sobbed, unable to tell whether the apology was for his dream, or the tears he couldn’t stop when they poured down his full cheeks and over his lover’s hands. Not that the reason mattered, though, to anyone but Ryoji. “Why are you apologizing? All you’ve done is startle me and have a bad dream.” He pointed out, the brunette only able to continue bawling as he stammered on uneven breaths, “I-I didn’t- I didn’t mean to h-hurt you.” Yet, Minato only continued to soothe him. “Nightshade, you had a nightmare. I’m fine, you haven’t done anything to me, see?”

As he spoke, the midnight-haired wildcard moved his hands from the distressed god’s cheeks to instead grab his wrists and put his hands on his hips. The warmth in his voice, the intimacy of the soft skin beneath Ryoji’s palms once more, with no fear or hesitation, only trust. Seemed to be the final anchor the brunette needed to fully realize that his dream wasn’t his reality. So, the brunette was slowly able to pull free of the self-imposed, irrational guilt and just curl around his lover. “I’m so sorry...for scaring you.” He eventually mumbled into the lavender-scented skin of Minato’s neck while the wildcard threaded his fingers through the brunette’s hair. Now sat in the god’s lap, with an arm draped around his shoulders and a thread of amusement in his chuckle, “It’s okay, Nightshade. I’m honestly sort of endeared that your worst nightmare is hurting me.” which, earned a weak giggle from Ryoji before the two settled into a comfortable sort of silence.

Eventually, they would likely move back to bed. But, for the moment, Ryoji simply buried his face in Minato’s scent to replace the stench of blood and distract from how vivid the moment had felt.

[narrators-journal]

Chapter 2

Tada! We are another chapter down! I dunno how long this one will be, but I’m having fun writing it so far! Hope it continues to be a fun read for you all as well.

Previous part: Here

Masterlist: Here

Ryoji Mochizuki was not his name. By birth, he didn’t have a real name. His mother didn’t bother to name him herself. She let the humans do that. Thanatos, The Morrigan, Anubis, Izanami, he had been given many names. Many identities. Yet, as he listened to the ebb and flow of blissfully casual chaos from the boys he shared a dormitory with, he knew that Ryoji Mochizuki wasn’t his name.

So, what do I do now? I can’t go to school, can I? But I can’t continue to claim to be sick forever. I might get hospitalized after a while. The brunette sighed and reluctantly rolled out of bed despite the creak of the bed frame beneath him, or the creak of his bones. Though the tall brunette had grown used to the dull pain that haunted his body.

Two weeks into his semester at Gekkoukan, his muscles had taken to random bouts of aches and soreness. He’d had days where he’d wake up and be paralyzed by white-hot flames as if someone had sliced into his muscle tissue with a heated blade. Then, his bones began to ache like Ryoji’s body was prepared for a new growth spurt, his teeth sometimes felt like someone had a hold of them with pliers. So, he’d gotten somewhat used to the bouts of pain in those days, and while they weren’t easy to live with, he pushed himself out of bed, regardless.

What time is it, though? Surely it’s some time in the morning, but how many days have passed? He asked himself as he got to his feet like an eighty-year-old man. Jesus, how could I lose track of the time that badly? I guess that might be a consequence of staying up days in a row. He sighed at the thought, and one glance at the thick blackout curtains that hid his bedroom window confirmed just how off he’d been on his estimation of the day. Or when you don’t see much of the sunlight…

Exhaustion seemed to press down on his pained bones under the weight behind that fact as he sat on the edge of his bed. Of course, Ryoji hadn’t seen much of the sun. He was a child of the moon, one of her eldest sons.

His stomach churned while the warm purples and oranges of the sunset faded behind his curtains. Tears burned his eyes for the umpteenth time since his confrontation with Aigis however long ago, but, for the umpteenth time, Ryoji had nothing left in him to blame. It was as if the longer the truth sat in his chest, the less... human. The brunette became. Like some sort of plug had been yanked out of him, and now the delusion he’d lived in began to fade.

Ryoji shook the feeling out of his skull, blinked the moisture from his eyes, and pushed himself up to his feet to leave. And, thankfully, the luxurious halls of the large dormitory sat just about silent for the moment despite classes having been let out. The soft sounds of video games, television shows, or music were the only signs that at least some of the boys he shared the space with were at home. Blissfully unaware of who made his way downstairs while they were so vulnerable. Which, was one of the few things Ryoji shared with them, to some extent. He too was blithely ignorant of the truth that sat in his ribcage, even if it was short-lived and likely dumb of him to do. “You cannot deny it forever, my child. You have a job to do.” The woman confirmed in his head, a sugared needle in the back of his skull as he stepped out into the cold darkness of the dormitory’s stoop. Yet, the brunette refused to acknowledge her words as he walked away from the boys’ dormitory to make his way down the chilled streets of Tatsumi Port once more. Though, that did nothing to quiet her, “I truly am sorry, Thana,” She offered, the needle in his brain dulled when the woman seemed to realize his internal conflict, “I know how attached you’ve gotten to the humans. I wish I had another source of food, my dear, but it has been too long.” The brunette could feel the cool brush of hands on his shoulders as she spoke. As if his mother had formed out of the shadows and cold air behind him with her cheek on the top of his wind-swept hair. “I need your help, my child. I must eat.”

Ryoji’s mother bore down on him painfully despite how light and quiet she was. Nyx was barely a ghost of a presence in his head, but each syllable that she hissed into his mind turned every fiber of his muscles into jello until he was forced to lean against a fence to keep from a total collapse. “Stop…” He croaked helplessly to the voice, though the single word scraped over his vocal cords like a fork when it tore through tender roast beef. His bones felt as if they had begun to splinter within his pale skin. As if his mother pressed down on him more the further the moon rose into the beautiful blue of the night sky. Ryoji couldn’t die, of course, but the way his body seemed to pulse with horrible pain almost made him wish he could.

Until, like a cold breeze in the stiff heat of the summer, “Ryoji Mochizuki!” Minato? Ryoji’s eyes lifted from the sidewalk to try and focus on the figure that approached.

Dressed in a white button-up shirt, black vest, and black slacks that smelled of rich coffee and delicious foods, Minato had come from work. The brunette might have seen three of the man in that moment, but he could tell that much by the scent that drifted to him while he sat on the cold sidewalk against a trash bin, not even a fence. “Where the hell have you been Mochizuki?!” The beautiful man asked, his flat voice almost as cold as the voice of his mother. “H-huh?…” “Where the fuck have you been?” He snapped, “First Aigis vanishes, then you fuck off for days with no explanation. What the hell is going on?” He glared down at Ryoji while he waited for an explanation, his arms crossed like a disappointed parent with a bad report card.

If Ryoji hadn’t felt like he was a human-shaped soup dumpling with too thin of skin, he would’ve thrown his arms around Minato’s leg and squished himself to him like a desperate whore. Because god Minato was beautiful in the winter’s silver moonlight. With dark, midnight-colored hair that fell over beautifully stormy eyes that flashed with angry lightning. Even without the desperate whore act, he could tell that Minato was a bit of a sleeper build. Lean and effeminate, but unmistakably able to pick Ryoji up like he was no heavier than a jug of milk. Which, the brunette could’ve used in that moment, but, as he lay in a crumpled heap against the trash bin he’d thought was a fence, he settled for a small smile for the man. “O-oh, um, sorry about that. I caught a bug after a date a few days ago. Had to take a few days to recover. As you can see...still not my best.” He said, his voice too easy to work into a convincingly chipper note. Lies came too easily to Ryoji… “Why didn’t you even text me back?” Minato asked, his anger a bit dulled, but his arms weren’t uncrossed. “Oh yeah, sorry about that. I meant to respond! I just, I feel like shit, funeral lily…”

At least that wasn’t a lie. Ryoji’s head felt like it was coming apart at the seams, his eyes felt as if they vibrated in their sockets, and Minato was little more than a dark blob against the moonlit street. “Why are you crying?” The midnight-haired man asked, his too-warm, calloused hand suddenly at the brunette’s cheek, which he quickly pressed into his palm, even if it did earn a painful shiver. “Am I?” He asked weakly. As if the tenderness of the wildcard’s touch had instantly sapped the deception from him. Nothing but the honest misery left behind. “You are, and you feel cold.” As he spoke, the man put the back of his other hand against the brunette’s forehead to check for fever, “God, are you sure you didn’t catch something worse than a simple ‘bug’? You’re cold, and you’re collapsed in the street. Did you get stabbed?”

Minato’s anger was still there on a low simmer, Ryoji could hear it, but he seemed more concerned about the Shadow. It made the brunette want to kiss him, or just curl up on Minato’s belly like a cat to maybe stave off his mother’s demands for a bit longer. But, he stayed put on the pavement and just let Minato fuss over him for a moment. “I...might not be as recovered as I thought.” He chuckled with a half-hearted attempt to lift his hand to press against Minato’s hand to keep it against his face. “Could you maybe take me home and nurse me back to health?~” “No,” Minato said with a snort, “I will walk you back to your dorm though, and get you to your room.” And, before Ryoji could whine or argue, the midnight-haired emo scooped him up like a limp, pained princess and carried him back to the boy’s dorm. Which, Ryoji hadn’t managed to get more than a five-minute walk away from. Jesus, how shitty am I doing? Ryoji didn’t verbalize that, though, he just let his head flop against Minato’s shoulder to let the strong man carry him back inside. “I’m sorry…” He managed once Minato got the door open. “Don’t worry about it, you’re sick. I can’t be pissed if you’re barely able to make it out of the dorms.” Minato monotoned. Completely unaware of why the tears fell down the brunette’s numb face. “You can’t lie to him forever, my child.” His mother whispered in a sickly attempt at a salve, and, of course, she was right. As Ryoji lay against Minato, close enough to finally make out some of the details of his face, he could read the dark-haired man like a book.

If I told you what I am, who I am. You’d choose to fight me, wouldn’t you, Funeral lily. You wouldn’t simply die in blissful ignorance… He thought at Minato, his internal voice bittersweet. Of course, you would. You’re too kind to let your friends die, aren’t you? And, the risk to your own life means nothing to you, even now that you have a purpose, huh? And, on one hand, that fact warmed Ryoji’s bones against the chill of his pain. On the other, though, it fed the misery that poured tears down his round cheeks as Minato gently put him back on his bed and did his best to pull the comforter over him. “I wish I could make you feel better, Ryoji.” Minato sighed as his hand lingered on Ryoji’s ribs while he cried. The empathy buried beneath his flat voice was like a cold slap from his mother herself. And while the brunette wanted to say something else, something to keep the dark-haired man’s hand on him, the sobs that racked through him hurt too much for words. So, he was forced to lay in bed, unable to even bawl properly as Minato left for home.

[narrators-journal]

A new moon rising: Chapter 1

Ngl, I learned the hard way with my other story. Do NOT baby this shit lmao. I love these two, I adore you all greatly, but I’m sorry. I’m not taking damn near a year to post a fic again. We are posting these parts as soon as they’re done basically. Warts and all. I can write more scenarios to answer questions or shore up plot holes if I need. For now? Just enjoy this lil ditty, and humor me besties. With any luck, ya bitch won’t drop this.

Next part: Here

Masterlist: Here “See ya next week, Mochi!~” The girl sang as she jogged off to the train station, with a plush toy tucked beneath one arm and a wave thrown back to the tall brunette that stood outside of the arcade in the crisp evening air with a bright smile. At least, until his date left his view, then that smile dropped into exhaustion. The solid brick of the wall a welcome support when he let himself sag slightly in the dark hour. The same thing said about the soft burble of the decorative fountain and the chaotic mixture of theme songs from the games behind the brunette. “I need to stop letting my dates go so long…” he chuckled up to the heavily round moon that stared down at him from the star-speckled sea of blue. Though, of course, the silver eye didn’t respond. It simply continued to watch him when he broke eye contact and pushed off of the bricks with a pained wince. No comfort, no assurances, just an ever present observer to the dull ache that zipped down the brunette’s spine as he left the mall. Though, Ryoji Mochizuki didn’t head for the boys dormitory to lay down and rest his achey bones. Instead, he took some time to wander the dark, peaceful streets of tatsumi port for some time to think. Something that he often did after dates, even when his pale skin felt as if it was about to slough off of his bones.

But, ever since he’d moved to the port, nightly walks to admire the soothing calm of the dark winter hours were the only moments of alone time that he got. So, even when his body began to ache and burn, he savored the time outside of the crowded boys dormitory. Between school, his part-time job, how crowded and noisy the dormitory could be, the time he spent with Junpei, chasing Minato, or going on dates, the brunette was rarely left alone in a day. And, he wasn’t mad at that fact, Ryoji was an exchange student, and that ‘new toy’ thrill was sustained by the amount of confidence and charm that he had. Paired with the fact that Ryoji was relatively tall, with dark hickory-colored hair that he kept swept back, and vibrant blue eyes, he was well aware that he was popular, and he did enjoy that popularity.

Though, it does nothing with Minato… He thought as he passed one of the zombie-esque people that seemed to be the only ones to wander the shadowy streets with Ryoji beneath the silver light of the inescapable moon. I guess I can’t be too upset though, Minato’s not the type to care about social opinion. Naturally, other girls and guys liking me won’t make HIM like me.He unhappily sighed at that point, but he knew Minato well enough to know it was true. Even if he does fucking like me, and is just a brat about it. An angry voice whispered in his head, which, was equally true.

Granted, if Ryoji had been at Gekkoukan a month, only a week of that had been spent in conversation with the midnight-haired emo beauty, but the brunette could still tell. It was as if he had some psychic sense when it came to the grumpy man, so Ryoji knew that Minato was, at a minimum, attracted to him in a physical sense, even if he wouldn’t admit to it. Which, was what seemed to encourage the tall brunette in his pursuit of him.

Though, there were multiple reasons for that pursuit. The way that Minato never had a consistent scent, as if he’d simply used what was within reach in the shower that morning, his storm-grey eyes, a voice that teetered between exhausted and annoyed, and a sense of humor that was as dark as the mariana trench.

“Mochizuki.”

Ryoji blinked back to reality at the sound of Aigis’ voice in the damp air of the...discolored night. “Aigis? The hell are you doing here?” He asked, though his eyes couldn’t seem to actually look at the blonde woman that stood a bit ahead of him on the moonlight bridge. Though, she seemed unbothered by the tornado green sky, cold, stagnant air, and sudden silence of the night. “Where...even is here?” “I am here to correct my mistake.” The blonde said in a serious voice that seemed to freeze the damp air to the brunette’s skin. The rush of the water beneath the long bridge a deafening roar in the tall man’s ears as the blonde continued. “I have remembered what you are, Mochizuki.” “N-no! Aigis...I’m-” “You are the embodiment of death. I remember that now.” She said, her...well, Ryoji’s vision had begun to swim, so he couldn’t tell what was on her feet, but it heavily clunk against the asphalt as she approached him. So, he stepped back from her as he squeezed his eyes shut and tangled his fingers into his hair. “No. I-I’m Ryoji-” “You are Thanatos.” She corrected, “You are the shadow of the thirteenth arcana.” “No! No, Aigis stop it!” He ordered, tears in his eyes and his words bouncing in his skull like a bunch of wrecking balls. And, when he lifted his head to look back at her, he saw that she had stumbled back. You’re a robot, how can I affect you?

Sadly, he got no time to ponder the question, because the blonde’s fingertips flipped back to force the- god am I even a man?- the brunette into a mad scramble across the asphalt. Which, wasn’t made easier by the pain that throbbed in his skull and through his body, nor by the clouds of dirt and rock that was sent into the air when Aigis’ bullets shredded Ryoji’s sun-colored scarf into rags. Somehow, he managed to avoid being hit by the projectiles directly, though, yet, no matter how he dove, scrambled, and ran across the moonlight bridge, Aigis simply reloaded. Stop it! Stop! Make her stop! Ryoji plead, though to who, he was too panicked to be sure.

He felt pulled in far too many directions. While his body seemed to run on autopilot, his mind was aflurry with a cacophany of thoughts. Dots that he didn’t want to connect, connecting, memories, explanations, all moved too fast for him to get a grip on in the moment. Yet, at the same time, there was something that weighed in his mind like a mountain in the hurricane. A cold hunger that crept in on him like a lioness in the sahara as he threw himself to the bullet-pocked bridge. “Stop it!” Ryoji screamed at the top of his lungs, not caring who it was at anymore. The presence in his head, the thoughts, or Aigis, he didn’t care. He simply wanted everything to stop.

And, it did.

Silence fell back over the discolored night as if the entire world held its breath. Ryoji’s thought, the gunfire, even the water below them seemed to freeze for a second at his command. At least, until the brunette braved a glance back at Aigis. Able to see that she’d been rooted to the spot on the cracked asphalt, her arms still raised with her fingers aimed at the tall man. Yet, as he watched her through the thin curtain of hair that had fallen into his widened eyes, her arms fell to her white-clothed sides, and soon, she fell to her knees. Her own sky blue eyes now dull and lifeless.

Now that she wasn’t on the attack, Ryoji could drink in the gold metal that glinted in the yellow-green light of the engorged full moon, the other shiny metal of the blonde woman’s body as she collapsed onto the bridge. She’s a robot, how is she dead? He thought, his breath slowed with his heart rate, though his head still throbbed with a pain that he ignored, sure that it came from too many thoughts, revelations, and the weight of that presence in the back of his mind. “But you cannot stop at a mere robot, my child.”A female voice barely whispered, as if a woman was whispering at him from a mile away. But, he heard her, and as he looked down at the non-functional blonde. His classmate. Minato’s classmate.

Ryoji’s stomach fell into his shoes.

Oh god, Minato. He thought, an anxious, miserable lump in his throat, If Aigis is in the Dark Hour, he surely is too. If he finds her like this… Tears burned the corners of Ryoji’s eyes at the mental image. He knew this...the truth that sat in his belly like a cinderblock, was too much to explain. To expect that his other half would understand. And it hurt to know. “You know what you must do, my child. Do not falter.” That woman said again, but he ignored her with no real thought towards it.

He scooped Aigis up off of the weakened bridge and bolted to the side of the bridge to look down at the cold, sluggish water beneath his feet that was colored a darker shade of green in the sickly color of the moon.

Surely, as a robot Aigis wouldn’t respond well to water. Not with the gaps that acted as her ball-and-socket joints and exposed her gears and circuitry. So, when Ryoji stepped onto the railing with her limply in his arms, he knew that it was a death sentence for the girl. For one of Minato’s friends. But, he still jumped into the water with her.

He clung to her as the wind swept his disshevelled hair back once more before the dark, icy water swallowed them both. Darkness blinded the man, his scarf suddenly over his mouth and nose as if to further drown him. As if I can die… He thought. Though, at the same time, a robot couldn’t die, yet he could feel her body heat up from all of the wires and circuit boards that seemed to wail as they were awash with the same river water that stirred her straw-colored hair around her lifeless expression.

She was almost beautiful as they sank. Without the snarls and glares that she always showed him, her face was perfectly sculpted like a barbie doll’s, her eyes were a lovely shade of blue, and her hair would frame her face wonderfully. Of course I would find her beautiful like this. When she’s as dead as a robot can be. He thought as he let her go to watch her sink to the muddy trash and plants that occupied the water. Meanwhile, up above, he could sense a familiar soul’s approach.

Naturally, Ryoji couldn’t hear anything above the roar of the water that flowed over him, but he could feel Minato. The same way that he could feel his scarf tug at his throat in the current, he could feel the dark-haired man above him. Could almost track him when he looked around at the many, many bullets embedded into the asphalt and called for Aigis in the discolored hour.

Until, finally, the green sky seemed to recede back into the moon as it shrank. In it’s place, the sky’s normal dark purple-ish blue hue, stars, and silver light, but Ryoji’s senses remained. He could still sense Minato’s chaotic soul above him, then more souls, Mitsuru’s, Yukari’s, the other SEES, all of them seemed to come to talk to Minato. And, while Ryoji couldn’t hear them, he could feel when they eventually left.

Only then, did the brunette surface. The silver light of the now-normal moon the only one to greet him, that and the sounds of cars far off, or too much awareness of the many, many souls that filled Tatsumi port. Which, he swam towards with heavy limbs and an even heavier heavier heart.

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Hi! I am a huge fan of your work! (Especially winter is a lovely season for romance and funerals; you really know how to make a guy cry!)

I wish there was more ryomina content out there, so would it be possible to write a pinning Makoto that’s in denial about his feelings for Ryoji (first love sorta vibes?!?!)? (Crushing on the popular guy?!?). He could have internalised homophobia or he could just straight up just be in denial, but I’ll leave that up to you!

Thank you for reading this request and I hope you have a wonderful day!

I’m so happy you enjoy my fanfic! WISRF is my baby rn, and I hope you don’t mind the super slow updates, I’m doing my best with it. In the meantime, I hope this holds you over, because! Oh my god, if you want more Ryomina content?? You came to the right lady!! I love these two with such an aggressive love. For example! When I finished this one, I had to click off of Tumblr so I didn’t post it too early. I ITCHED to post it. I don’t care if this is super polished, it’s not the fanfic. I can be a bit more lenient. I just wanted to have fun and enjoy the change of pace.

So! It’s a bit vague, but I went ahead and implied Minato’s a bit of a yandere for Ryoji as well as in denial.

Winter was probably Minato’s favorite season. The way the sunlight made blankets of snow sparkle like a sea of diamonds, the crispness of the air, the excuse to wear comfier clothes and stay under warm blankets, how peacefully quiet everything was due to the birds and animals either hibernating, hiding from the ice, or south for the season. It was all a blissful reprieve from the torturous heat of summer or the pollen-choked air of the spring months. Not to mention, Ryoji mochizuki had transferred to gekkoukan in those colder months.

Ryoji Mochizuki. Tall, around 5’11, with dark brown hair that was brushed back from his round, cheerful face as if his styling routine included putting his face in front of a high power fan. Paired with gorgeous blue eyes like two pools of the world’s most refreshing water, and it wasn’t a surprise that the charming trasnfer student had become Gekkoukan’s most popular student in the few weeks he’d been there. Which, was a feat, with how beloved Akihiko was. Yet, even with the fighter’s adorable, oblivious charms, when Ryoji had come to school, he’d taken the hearts of the student body like an expert phantom thief.

Or, well, at least, 99% of the student body adored the man. Minato Arisato was no stranger to charming playboys and their faux innocent, lovey-dovey antics, so Ryoji’s sugary magnetism was useless against the deadpan emo. No matter how soft those lovely sapphire eyes got when the brunette looked at him.

Or...that’s what Minato told himself each day when he heard one of his classmates whisper about some new facet of sex appeal the boy had. Irritation was what he claimed as the cause for how much he hated when he saw Ryoji out on a date with a classmate. Jealousy? No. Minato Arisato hated other people, they grated on his nerves without fail, so there was no way in hell he had any warm feelings that would stem something like jealousy. Right?

But, if that’s so, why does the mention of Ryoji going out on dates make you so aggressive? Orpheus asked, the epitome of that little voice in the back of your head that you fought to ignore. Although, does a crush really explain your feelings? What about how possessive you are of him? “Aren’t you cold, Funeral lily?” The words all but ripped the blue-haired teen away from his persona’s musings and brought him back to reality. The reality where Ryoji Mochizuki waited beside him for the train. Close enough for the shaggy-haired teen to smell how the various scents of food that had permeated the white dress shirt and black vest of his work uniform mingled with Ryoji’s peppermint-and-oleander-scented cologne. Which, meant he was too damned close. “I’m fine.” Minato said flatly before he stepped away to put a bit of distance between them. Some distance between himself and the irrational urge to brand the brunette’s cute ass. Yet, Ryoji didn’t seem to get that memo, because in the time it took the persona user to flick through a few of his songs, he became aware of the pretty boy’s body heat once again breath-tak- annoyinglyclose. “Personal space, Mochizuki.” “Are you sure? I didn’t see you grab a jacket after work tonight, and, I mean, it’s winter.” Ryoji pointed out. As if the midnight-haired teen hadn’t even spoken, and had somehow also missed the delicate flakes that drifted down from the darkened sky outside. “Yes I’m sure, and I don’t see youwith a coat either, so get off of my ass about it.” He snapped, yet when he looked back to glare at the teen who had stumbled into the shaggy-haired emo’s part time job, and just so happened to choose to work there as well, Ryoji’s blue eyes met his evil look with nothing but a warm sense of concern. The fact that the most popular boy in school had the absolute gall to look at him like that made Minato’s stomach churn. Though, that may have been caused by the swarm of butterflies he ignoring whenever he saw that addictive, sweet look.

Regardless of whatever confused feelings he harbored though, Ryoji still looked at him with undeniable softness in his gaze. A softness that Minato recognized from their first encounter outside of the very train station that they now stood in. A softness that drew Minato in like a warm hug in the chilled air of the winter night and blurred the prickly, hostile thoughts into simple white noise on that near-empty, slightly smelly boarding platform.

In fact, Minato had plenty of time while they waited for their train to notice just how soft Ryoji himself was. From that round face and dark, fluffy hair that looked feather-soft even before the blue-haired teen reached up to gently touch a stray strand that dared to fall into Ryoji’s sapphire eyes, to the warm body that he’d heard from the many girls was great to hold. And, that spark of jealousy was the dose of ice water that pulled Minato out of the trance he’d fallen into. So, the proximity of Ryoji’s face to his crashed down like a precariously balanced box at a sharp gust of wind and hit Minato right in the impulses. "Ah! Mina! What the hell?!” Ryoji yelped, his hand on his cheek as he stared at the midnight-haired emo who’d let those jealous, vicious urges slip just a bit. “I-I-I…” Sadly, when he tried to speak, shame choked the persona user worse than the stale, dank air of the dark hour, but he pushed the words out regardless. “I-I told you, personal space, god damn it! Listen!” “Motherfucker, you’rethe one who leaned in! I just met you in the middle!” Ryoji pointed out, but what was Minato to do? Confess to the jealousy he harbored towards all of the girls he heard talk about the brunette?

No. If he tried to explain the intricacies of his ‘jealousy’, he’d be forced to explain why the mere memory of his classmates harmlessly gossiping about Ryoji had driven him to sucker punch the man. He’d have to confront whatever those disgusting, squishy feelings were that Ryoji’s presence always seemed to dig up. And, the violent possessiveness that followed.

So, instead of doing any of that, Minato snarled, “I did not! Get your mind out of whatever pipedreams you have rattling around in that shallow ass head of yours.” And, while the look of hurt in Ryoji’s eyes stung, it stung far less than the humiliation of explaining himself. Especially since the train came along to rescue him from marinating in the kicked-puppy aura the captivating man gave off.

So, he simply ended the conversation with a huff, and put his music back on to drown out any other chance to converse.

Minato hated people. That included Ryoji Mochizuki as well.

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Tell me I'm pretty

Don’t look at me, this is probably a near incoherent mess bc I haven’t slept. And, I can’t explain why this has been on my mind, but this...AU? has been with me for literally fucking MONTHS. And while I will not go into insane depth on the details of this little world I’ve built, I will say that this is, maybe, not technically Mpreg? Minato was genderbent and just got knocked up on accident. This isn’t a dark fic either, tho! Minato’s fine and safe lol, no yandere, no babytrapping, nothing like that. Minato’s just kinda a drama queen.

CW: Pregnancy with no real context? I tried to give you enough to get an idea of what went down, but it’s still kinda left to implication. Also kinda? Forced feminization? Genderbending? Minato’s not the comfiest being a woman for as long as he has been. There’s also light talk of abortion. No unwanted pregnancy, it was just a surprise, but the option is discussed/mentioned. Also, Ryoji’s a lil unhinged later on in the fic. Sure hope u like him being a monster lmao, bc I do.

Under the watchful light of his mother’s moon, a tall, pale man with dark brown hair laid on a large sectional couch one chilly winter night. With a sitcom rerun dancing across him in the darkness of the living room to illuminate his lack of a shirt and the sweat pants he wore as pajama pants.

It was nearly midnight, everybody else in the small mansion should’ve been asleep at peaceful, sleepy hour. So, Ryoji was quickly aware of the soft thump of bare feet on the floor above the dark living room, then on the hardwood staircase. Finally, he could hear him on the runway-esque hallway rug that led to the soft cream of the living room carpet. “What are you doing awake at this hour, Funeral Lily.” The brunette hummed, his sky-colored eyes never torn from the sitcom. He hadn’t needed to look to the pregnant, midnight-haired person who had come around the curve of the couch to stand beside the man’s feet.

Minato didn’t say anything, though. He just stood in one of his lover’s white button-ups, pajama shorts with an elastic waistband, and no socks. His shaggy midnight hair fallen sloppily into his stormy, blue-grey eyes as he looked down at his partner with anger in those beautiful storm clouds. An anger that the brunette knew was fueled by the irrational level of hormones that ravaged the ex-wildcard.

With that, he finally looked towards Minato. Though, the sight of his other half in the shifty light of the television, all swollen and heavy in so many ways with his child, even if he was pissed at the god for how he was trapped in a female form, made the god smile softly. Though, I guess that’s what you get when you play with fire. “Why weren’t you in bed by now?” Minato asked darkly, his voice almost amusingly unchanged by the shift in his physical gender, as hoarse and flat as ever, his eyes dotted with unwanted tears. Which, broke the brunette’s heart a bit to see, even if he knew that his lover likely wasn’t too upset. “I thought you were asleep, I didn’t want to disturb you.” He said in an apologetic mumble, as if his usual eager chirp would put the unborn soul within Minato at risk. The brunette quick to assure, “I have been watching over you though, as the god of death I have an ironic ability to track a living heartbeat.” as well, but the ex-wildcard just huffed at his words.

Instead of his words, he seemed to use his body to reply. His hands planted on Ryoji’s chest so that he could lift one of his legs to sandwich it between the god’s pudgy, softened belly and the cotton fabric of the back of the expensive couch so that he could straddle Ryoji’s hips heavily. His belly, round and too solid to be the paternal weight the god had put on, straining the plastic buttons of the shirt just like it strained the fabric of Ryoji’s pajama-

As much as the dark-haired man loved to imagine all of the acrobatic and nightmarish acts he’d do to Minato, he lifted his knees and squeezed his legs together for the moment. Which, not only allowed the wildcard to lean back against his thighs to get some sort of back support, but also suppressed the god’s erection. “Are you sure?” He asked, his words a-wobble despite his best attempts to suppress it, but Ryoji didn’t mention it as his hands rested on Minato’s hips and thighs. “I’m sure, my Funeral Lily.” He said, his smile loving, but Minato’s eyes just filled with more tears. “You can admit if you aren’t. I know that this little parasite-” “Mina, come on. Don’t talk like that.” Ryoji gently scolded, even though the emo was simply hyperbolic and tempermental. As he spoke, though he made sure to keep his thumbs at work to massage into his morose lovers hips. “You know I’d...you just have to give the word if you changed your mind, funeral lily. There’s no need for those types of words.”

It was a morbid reminder. They’d talked about it though.

When Minato had first found out that their little experiment with what powers Ryoji had gotten from Nyx had gone a bit too far. They both knew it wasn’t something the brunette liked, but could do if Minato hadn’t wanted a baby for his twenty-third birthday.

Yet, the wildcard had decided to see how it went, “I’m honestly pretty curious what a child from you would turn out like. Would they be a god? Demigod? Shadow? Human?” He’d hummed when the god of death had offered it that first week in. And, like he had back on that comfortable evening, Ryoji watched as his lover’s dark eyes flitted and danced with thoughts and chaotic emotions. Before, he sighed, and sagged back against the man’s knees. “No. I...I know I talk a lot of shit about…This,” Minato said with the wave of his hand over his belly, and the milk-heavy breasts that matched. He came down here without a bra again. Even after I showed him how to put one on. “But, I don’t...It’s fine, Ryoji, you don’t have to do anything. I am excited for the baby. Just...not the process.” He admitted. His head lolled back while his words shook with the tears he hated so much. “I don’t hate the kid, I hate feeling fat, unweildy, and achey. I’m embarrassed how much fucking help I need now, I can’t even get up without it taking five minutes, and either my hips or these sacks of fat hurt like a bitch every day.”

And, much to the brunette’s heartache, as he vented his composure seemed to crumble into sobs in the television’s light. And, the brunette couldn’t really do much to help. Minato’s belly trapped him, he couldn’t sit up without risking possibly squishing it, and Ryoji hated to do that. So, he just sighed and rubbed his lover’s sides as Minato shook with the sobs he tried to stomp down. “Funeral lily, I’m sorry you’re struggling, I really am. I wish I could do more…” “Just tell me you’re not disgusted by me.” Minato whimpered, angry again, the words spat out miserably at the god. “Mina, I promise I’m far from disgusted by you right now. I’m never picky with the gender of my lovers, so you being...well, a woman right now, isn’t an issue.” He felt the midnight-haired wildcard wince slightly at the acknowledgement of his appearance, but Ryoji pushed on. “And while you hate to be so helpless, I, honestly, love it. I think it’s cute to see you rolling around on the bed when you get up in the morning. It’s cute in the same way that a struggling animal is cute to me. Plus, you needing my help with stuff like your shoes, or to get your pants up, that just makes me feel very useful, and gives me excuses to hug you, and be close to you.” Ryoji hummed. And, that seemed to soothe a bit of Minato’s agony, so the god continued on that route. “Plus, I know you’re aware of how your state arouses me. Seeing you waddle around drives me nuts in so many ways that are shockingly horny.”

That made earned a small bark of laughter, Minato’s hiccups ebbing slightly as he lifted his head and let his hands return to Ryoji’s chest. “I could name multiple ways that I adore you. Everything you’re hating, I am loving. I love being useful to you, I love how you’re softening up very nicely. I also enjoy when you sexually harass me.” He listed, a warm smile able to return as he saw pink hues dust Minato’s pale face in the tv’s light. “Sorry I do that, by the way…And when I do shit like bite you and punch your arm...” Minato muttered as he traced lazy patterns into Ryoji’s chest. Which, made the god chuckle, “Minato, you hitting and biting me mean nothing to me. Do you think you’re the only person who’s bitten and punched me? Everybody does, it’s a hazard of my role.” He reminded, “Plus, you are so insanely powerless against me that you hitting me with pillows and biting at me when you’re pissy your ice cream melted is more or less a novelty to me.” With that, he reached up to wipe Minato’s eyes gently. And, the wildcard simply took that as a chance to press his cheek glumly into Ryoji’s palm. “That’s kinda horrifying to think about…” the midnight-haired man said after a moment of nothing but the tv for noise between them. After the roller coaster of sadness and annoyance he’d seemingly speedrun that night, all he seemed to have left was exhaustion as he added, “And kinda hot…” Which made Ryoji chuckle. Meanwhile, he lowered his knees to lay Minato down so Ryoji could sit up. His usually-pushed-back brown hair now drooped into his face as he looked down at the midnight-haired wildcard that laid down so easily on his legs. The fact that Ryoji Mochizuki was the god of death, child of Nyx and her intended avatar, no threat to the trust the midnight-haired wildcard held for the man. “Do you still feel unweildy and fat? Because I can go on with the praises.~ And all the ways that the added numbers on a scale are because of you growing a tiny...assumed, humanoid.” Ryoji offered with one of his famous flirtatious smiles. “No, now I just want to go back to bed.” Minato sighed, a small smile on his face now. More than happy when the god scooped him up and carry him upstairs to tuck him back into bed and finally join him for the remainder of the night. Even if the brunette was very cautious of Minato’s belly.

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This means nothing

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

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

Ryoji Mochizuki.

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

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

It pissed Minato off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[narrators-journal]

Hiiii this is so last minute but could u do ryomina 26… I just love love lovvveee the way u write them Hehehehehe

So, I’ve been very chicken about exploring body worship this year. I’ve been just nudging it and leaving it as an implication, but this time! This time I did my best to dive in and actually try to sprinkle in more direct body worship. Nothing TOO worship-y still, but I still think it’s more strongly there than the other attempts, and I hope you can agree to that fact!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: body worship, more strongly this time, and that’s the only real kink so far. Though, I also tossed in some yandere vibes for some fun. I’ve done a fair bit of monsters, thought I’d give a freebie yandere lol, so be warned of that and sorry if you don’t like it. You can read the vibes less as yandere and more as dark humor and a slightly unhealthy crush. Also, naturally for the pair, Teratophilia is there since this is kinda canon-ish. AKA Minato’s a persona user.

Curves.

Ryoji Mochizuki’s body was all softness and curves. The thickness of his thighs, the softness of his belly, the roundness of his face, all of it was made up of curves. Which, was, surprisingly, what had led to the dark-haired man’s infatuation with the old exchange student. Or, it was at least partof why he had never forgotten the brunette.

Though, the surprise didn’t come from Minato’s attraction to Ryoji’s body, the wildcard had slept with a wide variety of body types in his life, he wasn’t shallow or petty about such things. No, the surprise came from the fact that he still felt the same intoxicated level of vicious attraction he felt back in his time at Gekkoukan after all of the years that had passed. Despite the six or so years that had passed since graduation, the midnight-haired man still thought of the tall brunette. He still hated to see women flock around him to flirt and cling onto him.

He’d thought that feeling would have long since faded, and that when he’d seen Ryoji Mochizuki’s round, chipper face in the lobby of the hotel he was at for his vacation, he wouldn’t be as bitter as an ex at the sight of him with a dude at the bar. Yet, he had been, and he’d still been a petty ass to the stranger with the way that he stole the gorgeous brunette’s attention away. The wildcard hadn’t grown a damned inch in the years since he last saw Ryoji, and now he began to understand why.

Ryoji’s smooth skin, the softness of his body, the way that his thick thighs locked around the dark-haired emo, the way that the brunette’s silky hair splayed out across Minato’s pillow. His innate perfume of graveyard dirt and nightly air, the lust that Minato could see in his sapphire eyes, despite the darkness around them. All of it was Ryoji, and all of it kept the brunette a rent-free room in Minato’s mind. Which, the shaggy-haired man wasn’t used to. Usually, whenever he’d develop some form of obsession or territorial urges for a person, all it took was some space for those to fade. Usually, apathy would replace the feelings within a year.

Yet, this time was different. Ryoji, was different.

Everything about Ryoji had driven Minato a little bit crazy ever since high school. And, even with six years having passed, that effect obviously hadn’t faded. The way the gorgeous man wrapped his arms around Minato in the darkness of his hotel room, his sighs, the twitch of the brunette’s cock between their bodies, the way that he whined his name while the emo thrust into him. It was like Ryoji’d unlocked the pandora’s box that Minato had squashed his urges into.

Maybe this time I’ll just keep you in my basement. Keep you as my personal fucktoy so you can’t leave me for another six years. The wildcard thought darkly, a small smile on his lips while his warm breaths fanned out over his lover’s pale throat. The thought of the brunette collared and obedient to his every whim enough to make him moan and bite into his lover, which, in turn, made the brunette dig his nails into the wildcard’s back and press himself into the man when he arched his back. Oh yeah, you’re so going into my basement. Minato thought in response to the simple bit of contact with Ryoji’s skin.

So, as a reward, he littered Ryoji’s shoulder with kisses and cruel bites to earn more noises and twitches from the brunette. The wildcard’s lust quick to match the desperation of Ryoji’s noises, his pace quick to follow as a result. Though, the midnight-haired man knew he couldn’t keep such a rough pace up for long, even if the quicker slam of Minato’s hips against his got the brunette to make more beautiful, needy noises in the darkness of his hotel room. Because, as much as he loved how needy his lover was, the way his ass squeezed down on him when he did was just too good.

So, despite how much the wildcard wanted to linger in Ryoji’s grip for longer, he only lasted a few more sloppy thrusts before the fire beneath his skin finally drew out a long stream of curses. Thankfully, Ryoji wasn’t too far behind, so, while Minato did have to lay in a puddle of cum when his strength vanished, he also knew he’d successfully satisfied the brunette. “Feel better, funeral lily?” Ryoji chuckled, his breathless words light and undoubtedly amused by something he knew. Minato could almost feel the teased implications of his words even through the sting of embarrassment that crawled over his sweaty skin. “The fuck do you mean by that, Mochizuki?” He huffed, but all his lover did was run his fingers through his hair affectionately. Whatever knowledge he may have known, he didn’t share with the wildcard.

[narrators-journal]

You showed me human compassion, now I’m your problem

I’ve been working on this puppy for a WHILE, and I hope you enjoy! I had to rewrite it too, which was a bit of a slog bc I can only write at 3 am lol.

The night sky was always a sight for Minato Arisato to see. Looking into the endless sea of dark blues and purples with the glittering sparks of light decorating the swirling colors had a tendency to calm him, even when seen through a net of branches that partially obscured the fat, silver disk called the moon. Yet, he couldn't drink in the quiet splendor of the darkness that night. He couldn't spare a glance to the sky when he had to keep a close eye on the vague lumps of shadows that were the forests nighttime shrubbery. Especially not when his attention was already torn between searching the shadows for monsters, and keeping his ears open for any unnatural noises from within the flora. Yet, his careful crawl through the woods was suddenly put to a halt when all of the soft, constant chirp and call of insects and night animals abruptly fell silent. Leaving the blue-haired shadow hunter with nothing but his own breathing as a soundtrack. It made Minato's hackles raise more the longer he stood there. However, when he listened closer to the minimal night sounds, the shadow hunter found that he could hear something other than himself in the woods. It sounded like something was digging through the fallen leaves a distance away. Something that would've flown under the radar if he hadn't walked into such a mute patch of eerie atmosphere.           "Junpei? Yukari?" He whispered, scanning over the thick shadows for any signs of his friends, or even an explanation for the odd sounds while he slowly stealthed towards the source of it. Yet, when he got closer to the edge of the small slice of clearing that the weird...bird? Noises came from, the only answer he got was the noises suddenly going silent. Seeing as there weren't any people standing in the oasis of silver light, it wasn't his friends, that was clear. So, he pulled out the specialized gun he used to hunt Shadows and stepped into the clearing with each sense stretched to the maximum. Yet, he also didn't find any monsters waiting to leap out of the shadows and rip his face off. The only thing he found was a wriggling patch of leaves and tall grass. Which, closer inspection revealed was a monster, but one only big enough to be thoroughly tangled in a patch of thorny vines that grew in a webbed carpet on the ground. It wasn't much bigger than a few month old kitten. With ebony hair that had been pushed back by the wind, smooth black skin stretched over an emaciated frame that had patches of glittering black feathers, two sets of equally ink-colored wings, and the hind legs of a bird with the arms of a very starved human.              "Uh, are you...stuck?" Minato asked, tilting his head at the little creature, who jumped and only now seemed to register the hunter standing over him. Staring up at him with bottomless black pits for eyes before revealing rows of little teeth in too big of a mouth when he snarled and hissed at him. Which, only made the blue-haired man roll his eyes. "Fine, stay stuck." With that, he turned on his heel to leave, but paused when the small creature squawked and screamed until he looked back at him blandly, "Are you going to snarl and snap at me then?" The response he got was a quiet growl, but the creature also stopped thrashing and showing Minato his teeth. That time, when Minato knelt down, the shadow didn't bristle or fight him. Allowing the man to carefully untangle his thin body from the thorns with little more than a suspicious eyeing.             "I think I need to cut some of these away. Don't squirm, okay?" Minato said after he couldn't tug them away, and the little creature growled, but didn't freak out when the shadow hunter pulled out a pocket knife and began slicing through the stubborn flora. Once he'd finally gotten the creature's boney limbs free, and the vines out of his irridescent feathers, the blue-haired boy stood up and walked to the far side of the clearing before he put the critter down,           "whatever you did to get like that? Don't do it again. I'm only letting you go because I don't have the energy to kill you, other shadow hunters won't be as kind." He warned while the shadow shook itself off and began picking out any remaining thorns. When Minato stood back up, though, he suddenly raised his head to stare up at him. Which, instantly made the midnight-haired boy tense. Yet, after a long moment of staring at one another in the eerie, impossible silence of the night, the hunter realized that the shadow...wasn't going to attack him. He just sat there and looked up at him until the hunter shook his head and turned to leave. And after that, the midnight-haired hunter's patrol was nowhere near as interesting as that one run-in. So, he simply headed towards the large dormitory his group called home, and, the further he got from the little shadow he'd saved, the more natural noises returned to the woodland. Well, that's still unnerving. He thought as he followed a quiet dirt path, still keeping his senses on high alert just in case, but also taking the time to drink in the sleepy peace of the late hour. And, judging by the sounds he could hear coming up behind him, his co-workers must have also finished their patrols. In one easy movement, Minato sidestepped Junpei's attempt to jumpscare him.            "Man! How the fuck do you always know when I'm sneaking up on you?" The brunette whined, grumpily picking his hat up off of the dirt path and making sure the hairpin he had in it wasn't damaged or dusty. "I'm going to succeed one day, though. Just you wait." He warned while he walked with the shaggy haired boy,           "Why do you even want to jump on me that badly?" That made Junpei shrug and say,            "Partially because you won't let me, and also because I wanna see if you'll give me a piggy-back ride." as if it were absolutely normal for a tall man like him to jump on a smaller person. Which, Minato was about to point out when something slammed into his back like a bowling ball launched through a baseball gun. Naturally, the force of it knocked with wind out of the midnight-haired boy, but even through his gasping and wheezing, he could hear Junpei cursing and felt the creature dig sharp talons into his shirt.              "Dude, hold still! It's small, I'll just stab it." Junpei suddenly assured, which swiftly brought Minato's breath back.             "What?! Don't you dare stab me, Iori!" Thankfully, the sudden outburst briefly kept the brunette from plunging his dagger into the squirming mass clawing into Minato and tearing up his back and shirt.               "But, a monster is trying to maul you! I'm killing it!" The taller hunter declared, but the shorter male insisted,              "Don't!" And, as he spoke, the small creature's boney hands reached his shoulder and the emaciated bird monster crawled from his back to his chest. Trilling up at him from behind a snow-colored, dark-eyed mask with a thin grin as if he hadn't just torn into his back.             "Minato, what the hell is that thing doing?" The brunette asked, eyeing the monster and still prepared to attack if need-be. But, all the cat-sized shadow did was flutter his wings and ignore the hostile hunter in favor of pressing his cheek against Minato affectionately.          "I...don't know," The blue-haired man admitted, "but, I don't think he's hostile. He's not attacking me, and he didn't attack you." That made the taller male pause, thinking that fact over while watching the shadow coo and trill. Later on, Minato might wonder where it got a mask it's size, but for now, he simply sighed and tried to loosen the monster's hold on his now-tattered shirt. It took a moment, but Junpei did eventually sigh and lower his blade,             "Okay, I'll admit that he's not hostile right now. But, what do you plan to do with it?" he asked, and the midnight-haired hunter just shrugged. Trying to put the oddly friendly creature on the ground, or send him off like you would a bird, but all the little creature did was flap its wings and launch itself back up to the boy's shirt. Giving a trill and a few clicks as if scolding him for trying to get rid of it, so he simply shook his head and gave up.           "I guess I'll have to ask Mitsuru what to do." he decided, which got a similarly at-a-loss sigh. Granted, they could've tried to chase the little monster off, but neither wanted to risk either making the shadow turn hostile or continue to linger and draw in some bigger, more aggressive shadow. So, they simply let him stay and continued down the path to the dormitory for the night.

[narrators-journal]

Silence is golden

I know this is real short, but I know very little about the kyoto trip so far. I'm not yet at the point where Ryoji is even around, so sadly I didn't feel comfortable writing an entire long scenario surrounding it. So! This might be a cop out, but I thought it was cute, and I hope you do too!

Minato’s entire body seemed to ache with each step he took towards the hotsprings. Exhaustion drug on his limbs after the days non-stop social interaction and travel, but he had tried to sleep as soon as Junpei had released him, but with how Aigis stared into him, and Akihiko snored like a grizzly bear with a smoking habit, there he was. Peeling off the layers of his robes in the male locker room to shove them into one of the cubbies with no care for how neat they looked, and stepping out into the cool night air. The shadowy bath only illuminated by the watchful gaze of the moon, and the air warmed by the steam that rolled off of the bath’s water gently. However, despite the late hour, Minato still felt eyes on him.

However, when he looked around, he didn’t see anyone in the water in front of him. That was, until his gray eyes spotted the brunette submerged up to his nose in the warm water. With his dark hair draped into his eyes, was Ryoji Mochizuki. An odd transfer student who had literally thrown himself off of a train station roof at the wildcard and become an instant favorite amongst the gekkoukan girls.

Yet, at the moment, when he moved his dark hair out of his eyes to meet Minato’s, he looked like he’d been run over by a herd of stallions twice. Which, was a shock to the wildcard in comparison to his usual bubbly, energetic attitude. Some part of the persona user had simply assumed that the brunette couldn’t get worn out from socialization. Yet, there he was. Just as tired as Minato after the day’s events. I guess even he gets tired out by the girls playing tug-o-war with him.

So, neither spoke. Minato simply stepped into the warm water and let her exhausted body sink into the warm, steamy waters. Ryoji stayed where he was in the spring, and Minato sat against the wall of the pool with a heavy sigh. Both just sat like that. The gentle swish of the water the only sound between them. It was peaceful. And, while they were both spent from their day, the other being there seemed to mutually be enjoyed all of the same.