#persona 2 x reader

[lumicherie]

Tatsujun my beloved (*~▽~)

Reblogs are always very much appreciated <3

[narrators-journal]

Yandere!Tatsuya headcanons

Got a bit of yanderes on the brain after the Ryusui revisiting, so! The man of the hour gets a bit of a ramble lol. I hope this is coherent, and I hope you all enjoy!

INNOCENT SIN

Yandere!Tatsuya in the context of innocent sin would not be an overt yandere.

You likely wouldn’t heavily notice that you’re on his radar.

Tatsuya would be more like a stalker in innocent sin. Quiet, covert, but always watching you.

Violence-wise, he’s probably one of the least dangerous yanderes in innocent sin. He wouldn’t even be very aggressive to the people he’s jealous of, like lovers or friends.

But! While he’s not likely to maul you or a loved one of yours, he will watch you.

He will also sabotage any partner’s machines. Not likely to the extent of murder, but to the point of fear and paranoia, yes.

Outside of that though, he’s painfully awkward.

That’s why he’s more of a watcher. He’s not likely to kidnap you because he’s pretty shy and uncertain with romance. But, that doesn’t keep him from being a bit of a romantic.

Once he awakens his persona though, kidnap becomes a bit more of a risk.

He’d try to protect you from the masked circle and the joker, it’s well-intentioned, but loose on the consent aspect.

ETERNAL PUNISHMENT

Innocent Sin’s Tatsuya is not very yandere-leaning. It’s Eternal punishment’s Tatsuya that you need to be careful of.

By the time of Eternal Punishment, Tatsuya is a changed man.

Verging into a delusional level of paranoia, with Nova Keiser’s time ability on hand, having already fought god and won once, and potential hints towards the future from Apollo, Tatsuya quickly becomes a yandere you should fear.

By EP, Tatsuya is very okay with kidnapping a darling and hiding them away.

Granted, you would have to give him a reason to be too violent towards you still, but the question of escape goes off of the table.

You wouldn’t be able to run, you wouldn’t be able to fight him, you would be thoroughly stuck.

But, on the bright side, when you aren’t fighting or rejecting him, Tatsuya is still a very loving, awkward, endearing sort of yandere.

He wants a normal, safe life. He’s had enough fighting and anxiety and adventure, he’d want to just settle down and be happy with his darling. So, he wouldn’t be an ass to you unless he felt there was a need.

That being said, it wouldn’t be an easy life with him.

After so much heartache and pain thanks to Nyarlethotep and Philemon, Tatsuya would want to do nothing but hide his darling from the gods as best he could. So, you wouldn’t be allowed to really leave, have friends, work, or do much of anything at a minimum of without him. But, in all honesty, you wouldn’t do anything like that at all.

You’d be absolutely doted on! But also heavily guarded and sheltered away from the outside. You will wish for innocent sin’s Tatsuya as a yandere.

[issacballsac]

Small Chat

Tatsuya Suou

Gender Neutral Reader

Contrary to his appearance Tatsuya is actually quite reclusive

So when you actually got the chance to converse with the oh-so popular Tatsuya you were pleasantly surprised

He wasn’t at all like what people rumored him to be

Being somewhat strangers he was actually more open to talking to you

Of course the multitude of chatting sessions made you out to be anything but strangers

You mostly chat about hobbies and your days

Assuming you don’t have the same classes of course

He can be so fucking goofy at times

And not even on purpose

Try your best not to laugh at him

He has his “cool” moments but for the most part he’s hella awkward

If you happen to own a bike or are just interested in motorcycles he immediately geeks out

INSISTS you have any repairs/modifications you go to him

He can get pretty passionate about things he believes in and will stick up for you if your are unable to do so yourself

Great friend to have around and possibly more if you’re willing to try

[ghostivities]

AHEM AHEM- P2!MC the only mf to have allowed a lighter on them, they literally debated w Crowley and the other teachers to keep it-

[nkn0va]

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I'm an introverted, mildly socially awkward young adult aspiring to make it in the music/voice acting industry. I have way too many hyperfixations for my own good and my ADHD makes me rely on music to do literally anything. Budding competitive fighting game, Pokemon, and first person shooter player. Drummer since 2 years old and wanting to learn guitar as well. I have zero idea what the hell I'm doing. Might as well write some HCs and shit while I'm here. Some rules first tho.

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[plushverse]

Hello there , could I request a scenario where Tatsuya Suou realizes that he has a crush on the reader? You may decide whether this takes place during Innocent sin or eternal punishment

Sure thing! Also it’s been a while since I’ve seen a play through of either, so I’ll let you decide!

*You are a persona user like Tatsuya and his friends, so of course you became a part of the group, which… no one really expected, but no one complained about it

*you were pretty strong and Tatsuya admired you for it, and he thought it was just that: admiration.

*though he found it to be a bit more, after you two ended up together, separated from the others. How cliche, you both thought

*however, it was in the middle of a particularly difficult fight, when you had shown how powerful you really are

*also making sure that he was okay afterwards since he did take some damage during the fight

*it made Tatsuya realize that.. he had feelings for you. Of course, he was very good at hiding it behind his usual stoic face

*while he did want to tell you, he figured it would be best to wait until things weren’t as chaotic

[bayothemayo]

🎃Whumptober Day 2: “They Don’t Care About You.”🎃 (Phantom Thieves x Reader)

It has been a while since you hung out with any of your friends. Every time you ask one of them, they always have an excuse to not hang out with you. At first, you thought nothing of it. After all, you get busy yourself. But after a while, it seems like they are becoming more distant. To add to that, the group chat isn’t active anymore. Even if there are messages, they are short or one word messages. It is like they are slowly forgetting you.

Maybe you should leave them alone.

Maybe they don’t care about you anymore.

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Katsuya Suou x reader

I am on a big Persona 2 kick at the moment since I’m watching a playthrough rn. Takes place right after the whole scenario in the clock tower at Sevens. Sorry the ending is kinda rushed, I’ve been working on this oneshot for a few days now

Since you’ve known and become friends with Katsuya, you have never seen him take a break, or at least, not a proper one. So when he was taken off the Joker case, he still wouldn’t take a break, and that worried you a lot. He was your best friend and crush, not that you were going to admit that part, of course you were worried about him!

“Katsuya, please, you need to take a break! A proper break!” You pleaded with him as you were walking with him out of Sevens’ building.

“There’s no time for a break, Y/n, Not while that bastard is out there!” You frowned a bit, knowing just how stubborn he can be, which doesn’t help his perfectionist nature. You were going to have to get him to rest somehow, and you were hoping this was going to work.

“But Katsuya, if you don’t take a break… you’ll get exhausted by the time you actually find Joker. We don’t need you passing out before that happens, right?” You swore you saw him flinch a bit at the realization of your words. He mumbled something to himself, which you didn’t exactly hear, but you could guess it had something to do with you.

“Fine, fine, I’ll take a break. Alright?” You mentally sighed in relief as you nodded, now walking with him back to his place, taking in just how tired and stressed out he looked. You really do care about him, so seeing him like this just makes you worry.

“…you know there’s no need to worry about me, Y/n.” Katsuya spoke up as the two of you walked inside. “I’ll be fine.”

“You always say that.” You crossed your arms, looking back at him. “I know how stressed you are, I can see it on your face!”

“…I suppose you’re right, Y/n.” He sighed softly as he turned back to face you once more before saying something that caught you off guard, “I… thank you for worrying about me.” He said it in such a soft voice that you swore that you misheard him. He was thanking you for worrying about him?? What was going on?

“You’re welcome, Katsuya.” You went over to him, hugging him. He flinched a bit at the sudden hug, but since it was you, he didn’t resist, instead, hugging you back. In fact, if it wasn’t you, if it was someone else that had been hugging him, he would have shoved them away by now. You looked back at him with a soft smile on your face.

“Alright, you go and get some rest now.. okay?” You let him go from the hug, but he grabbed your wrist.

“…promise me that you’ll still be here when I wake up.”

“Hmm? Of course. I’ll be here if you need me for anything, Katsuya.”

��If you say so, Y/n.” He then let go of you, though he seemed a bit hesitant to do so, or at least… that’s what it seemed like to you, before he made his way to his room. You shrugged it off and sat on the couch, having nothing else to do.

However, as you sat there, alone with your thoughts, you started thinking about Katsuya. You two have been friends for a few years now, yet over the course of those few years, you’ve gained feelings for him, yet you were so afraid to tell him, as you were sure he didn’t feel the same way, as he’s not… the most affectionate person, and what not. You sighed softly as you lie down, staring up at the ceiling.

“I may as well take a nap myself..” you said to no one in particular as you closed your eyes, eventually falling asleep. However, your nap only lasted a few minutes before you heard a voice calling your name. You immediately sat up, looking around.

“Y/n?!” It was Katsuya calling out to you. You got up and rushed to his room, gently knocking on the door before calling out his name, only to be met with silence. Worried, you slowly and quietly opened the door and walked into the room, closing the door behind you before walking over to him. You sighed a bit in relief as you saw that he was still asleep.

“Y/n..” you frowned a bit as you heard the worry and pain in his voice. The only thing you could think of was that he was having a nightmare. But why was he calling for you in his sleep..? Well, whatever it is, you would just have to ask him later, like he would even tell you. You didn’t want to just leave him alone, so you crawled into bed beside him, and brought him close to you. You felt him tense up at first, but soon relaxed in your embrace.

“It’s alright, Katsuya, I’m not going anywhere..” you said softly, just loud enough for him to hear you as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. It was silent for a few moments until you heard him mumble,

“…thank you.. I love you.. Y/n” you had to take a moment, thinking you misheard him. Nah, there was no way he would have feelings for you too, right?? You shook your head and soon fell asleep beside him.

Several hours passed, and Katsuya was awake before you. He slowly opened his eyes, glancing around the room before his gaze landed on you sleeping beside him.

“Y/n..? What are they doing here..?” He thought, taking a moment to admire you. He did like you, despite how he usually acted around you, yet he treated you better than anyone else he’s been around. He is brought from his thoughts when he heard you say his name.

“Katsuya..?” You slowly opened your eyes, looking up at him, but you noticed the look on his face… then remembered what had happened last night: he had a nightmare and called out to you, and you helped calm him down before falling asleep yourself.

“You… you had a nightmare and you called out to me. I came in to check on you but you were still asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you up, but I didn’t.. want to just leave you alone like that.”

“I see…” he had to take a moment to process your words, before he remembered the dream, or at least… part of it. Where he had lost you to Joker.

“How… much did you hear?”

“Oh, not much, aside from you calling my name… wait, no, there was one other thing.”

“Hmm..? What other thing..?”

“Well.. if I tell you… you won’t get mad at me, right..?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/n, just tell me.”

“Okay, okay.. well, you told me that… you loved me.” You pressed your fingers together nervously, watching as Katsuya’s face turned a bright red as you told him what he said in his sleep.

“Did… did you mean it, Katsuya?” Katsuya was silent for a few moments, unable to meet your gaze. You had thought his silence was a bad thing, that he didn’t feel the same way. However, before you could say anything else, he spoke up,

“I… yes, I meant it, Y/n.” He still doesn’t look at you, his face was a bright red. You were surprised by this, you didn’t expect him to return your feelings. You had a soft smile on your face as you took his hands into your own, which made him look back at you.

“Oh, Katsuya.. I love you too… I was just afraid of telling you. I was afraid that you wouldn’t feel the same way or that I would be distracting you from your work.. so I’m happy you feel the same way.”

“Y/n..” he chuckled a bit as he shook his head. “You could never be a distraction.. besides, you’re one of the only few who actually helps me keep on track with taking breaks. And I… really appreciate you doing that for me.” Katsuya pulled you into a hug, which you happily returned.

“…I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Katsuya.” You looked up at him, thinking to yourself that this was the start of a very interesting relationship, but you were still happy about it, nonetheless.

[synthetic-sonata]

i wanna get back into writing solo shit again but its like a "where do i start" thing and also i feel to tired most days to open google docs and just write . this is why rp is the superior writing based medium for me, solo shits a little bit too lonely

[r1k-y9]

Prolonged Communication Chapter 3

It was the day after the Kraang’s attempt at an invasion. April was watching the television, slumped on her couch, watching idly. So much had happened. The memories flashed quickly in her head, like a videotape rolling each rollercoaster of emotions and what she had experienced.

She and the turtles may have celebrated the night before but that was probably a mistake considering her body aches from running around, skidding, and being held by leather restraints. 

Today, she is feeling the physical labor and she vows to take a rest day! No madness! No hanging with the brothers! No going out! She is staying in and lazing around!

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Casey stumbles, accidentally bumping a shorter bright redhead (or ginger? He couldn’t tell as the girl ran off quickly.), bidding a quick apology before continuing to type on his phone, occupied with his conversation with you. 

Real&LastName

dabestboy

wth?! da hell u mean an invasion hapned????!!

tf?????!!!

Real&LastName

Ikr :pepe_shrugs:

I had no idea either 

Until

I looked out my window

And

:boom_gif:

INVASION!!

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[fyodorz]

I'm back

Hii, after like... 3 years... I'm finally back. I graduated college and I'm in a good and safe place! I'd really like to get back into writing and for more than just BSD! I got hyperfixed back on Persona again, especially Persona 2 so... I'd like to write for that too. Maaybe Genshin, but that one kinda scares me.

I cleaned out my inbox because most people were deactivated so. Requests and Match Ups are currently open! I'm also gonna redo my rules so, please take a look at those (They'll be my pinned post).

I hope I can keep this active! I will be getting a job soon after I move, but I'll keep you guys updated on that front!

Thanks so much for being patient with me <3

[lumicherie]

Congratulations to persona for being the only game with maya amano!!

Reblogs are very much appreciated <3

[shortnsweetsposts]

⋆｡𖦹°. Are you ready, Mr. Styles? ⋆࿐࿔ Info: Skadi/Ren, 19, AroAce, he/they, sfw blog/not planning on nsfw.

Fandoms I'll write for/in rn: DC, Marvel, Persona 2 to 5, Mystic messenger, Metaphor refantazio, 13 sentinels aegis rim, Wuwa, Genshin, Hsr, Ash echos, league of legends? (That's a maybe...)

Things that I'll write: Gn!reader/X reader fics, M!reader, F!reader, maybe I'll do ships but thats in the future.

Masterlist: dc

I appreciate reblogs, comments and likes <3.

DNI my blog if you are bigoted. This blog is not ment for you.

[burymagdalene]

Covetous Cravings - S. Reid x Reader

Spencer finds himself sulking around in jealously for the first time after you regrettably tell him you have plans for the night. When surprising him with your presence later, Spencer realizes just how badly he missed you while he was away.

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader genre: Smuttttt...... (18+ pls pls) tags: Whiny & desperate Spencer, he's just very eager to please. virgin Spencer, munch!spencer, head (fem!receiving), coital takes place on Spencer's pretty Persian rug, jealous Spencer, fingering, heavy make out session, nipple play, handjob, panty sniffing, Spencer's POV! Dirty dirty dirty wc: 5.3k a/n: I've written "Spencer" so many times it doesn't sound like a name anymore. I saw this tweet and was inspired to write something related to the carpet picture. That's all. I don't even think of you that often.

Cold water washes over Spencer's tired eyes and rolls slowly down his wrists to the bottoms of his sleeves (that he rolled up to avoid getting them wet, annoyingly) as he frantically tries to wash away a strange sour feeling in his gut.

Upon looking into his mirror he gazes over the 5 o’clock shadow he’s garnered over the few days spent away in a small town in Delaware. He pulls in his lips and rubs over it with his finger tips. He doesn’t have the energy to shave it right now.

Spencer is currently harbouring a bit of a sourpuss persona, he knows this well. The team had wrapped up the case quicker than expected, leading him to message you as soon as he could about heading back to D.C. and seeing you again.

To his dismay, when he got off the plane and checked his crummy silver Nokia, that you’ve giggled at a fair share of times, the response he receives from you is… that you’re… busy?

Something about a group of friends at a late night cafe/bar getting together, he didn’t read all of it, pouting so much that he just closed his phone. Spencer is aware you had these plans before he asked to see you. Spencer is aware that he’s back from Delaware earlier than expected. Yet he’s still over his sink, face wet and cold, grumbling about your social life.

The two of you have been together for a couple months now, it’s extremely new, he knows you wouldn’t drop everything upon his arrival, but the whole plane ride home he imagined your ideas around hanging out once he got back. He got his hopes up too high.

He begins to reflect a bit, maybe a better word would be spiral, as he wanders back into his bedroom and unpacks his go bag. I shouldn’t be feeling lousy right now, he thinks. We’ve been dating for 2 months and 3 days, he had missed your two month anniversary while he was away. He couldn’t even text you that day because he was too busy. Should he even text about anniversaries like that? He’s so new to this he has no clue. 

Considering your dating timeline now he starts to worry. He’s inexperienced, almost completely… no, yeah, actually completely. He sighs.

You have been over twice, by all the beautiful luck he might have fostered in a past life, he has had the spine-tingling honor to have made out with you those two times as well. After a handful of museum and bookstore dates, even visiting your apartment once, the first time you shared a kiss was when he was showing you Jean-Pierre Melville’s Le Cercle Rouge, attesting it was substantial to the gangster film genre. 

When he felt your eyes against the side of his face during the best part of the film, he took a double take at you, seeing an unreadable expression in your eyes. He cringes at the memory of his confusion.

“Th-this part is really good… Pierre’s use of cinematic synecdoche here is perfectly timed compared to–” 

You had leaned in closely and started kissing along his jaw as he fumbled through the rest of his explanation till he tapered off into a whimper that was sealed with a kiss planted on his lips. He even reached to the coffee table in front of him while you were kissing to pause the movie, not wanting you to miss anything.

Spencer groans a bit at the memory, a little embarrassed, he now would recognize the signs you were displaying easier. He’s jealous of his past self, having you to himself so unabashedly. He’s jealous of his past time spent with you and he’s jealous of your friends right now who are hearing your laugh and smelling your perfume all night.

He sighs and flops down on his back to his bed. Spencer does not feel jealous often. He feels completely rotten and out of sorts. He thinks, maybe if he would’ve kissed you more suavely that first time you would’ve dropped your plans now. Maybe if he translated the French into English for you in a more sultry voice you’d skip out on a coffee with your friends. Maybe–

Spencer hears a faint knocking on his front door. He looks over at his alarm clock, 12:12 a.m., hm. He’s hallucinating for sure. Like a lonely old man who hears his late wife’s voice in the dark of his haunted halls–

Another tentative knock. 

He leaps up from his bed and races over to the front door with his legs moving so fast he feels like he’s in Looney Tunes. His heart starts pounding as he looks through his peephole to see a small blurry version of you shifting on your feet. He scrambles to unlock his door and swing it open. 

“Hi!” You smile at him, smelling like strong coffee mixed with whatever lactonic and spicy fragrance you usually wear that curls his toes. You step forward and give him a hug, your arms wrapping around his neck. This springs him into action, wrapping his arms around your waist he mutters out a “wow” against your shoulder. Like he just won a sweepstakes. 

You pull away a bit, but Spencer's arms stay around you. “Is it okay I’m here? You never responded to my texts.” You give him a shy smile and he realizes as he was grovelling he didn’t open his phone again after you said you had plans for the night. 

“Yes! Yes,” he clears his throat… be suave. “Of course. Um. Was just thinking about you, ha. Come over whenever. Yea. Even if I say I’m busy, come over still, haha.” Shit. 

“Ah. Okay, noted. I missed you too, Spencer.” You giggle a little at him and walk into the apartment, leaving him to shut the door behind you. “What were you thinking about?” You muse. 

“Ummmm. Le Cercle Rouge.” Spencer clears his throat again. IQ slashed to 60. 

“The Le Cercle Rouge incident, right.” You laugh again and look over at where he’s standing with a blank face. “Oh. Are you sure it’s okay that I'm here? I know I said I was busy, so I’m sure you’re ready for bed now, especially after the case. Did that go well?” His blank expression has made you nervous, he notices, though he was just considering again the feeling of his neck being kissed for the first time in 24 years. 

“Please stay. A while, too. I’m not tired.” A pause with long eye contact. “The case went surprisingly well, hence the early arrival.” 

The curve of your lip pulls up in a smirk and he sees he’s convinced you fully now. You bend down and unzip the sides of your brown high rise boots, leaving you in your black tank top, skirt, and now kneehigh socks that create a monochromatic wet dream for Spencer. Though this isn’t a dream, he shakes his head from side to side to get rid of the distracting thoughts.

“Good.” You sit down fully on his red carpet now, trying to pull your last boot off. “You know, you were a really short walk from the coffee shop, I’m surprised you’ve never been. As soon as you texted you were back I kept trying to slip away as politely as possible.” You talk while struggling with the shoe.

Spencer takes a deep breath in and meets you on his carpet, sitting on his knees to pull the boot off of you, which was incredibly easy. You were pretending to struggle with it on purpose. Once removed, he sits back against his heels and pushes your knees together by your ankles.

“You walked?” He mumbled back. He would’ve picked you up. He should’ve just checked his phone, told you to have a good night like a proper boyfriend. 

“Mm, like five minutes. No worries.”

“Its midnight- I. I can always pick you up.”

You whined your response, “But you weren’t answering your phoneeee.”

Spencer rubs his face with his hands, covering his smile a bit and feeling his skin heating up. “I’m very glad you showed up anyway. Even if it scares me you walked alone this late,” he glances at you leaning back against your hands, knees still pulled together. “You look very pretty.”

“Really? Thanks. I thought so too. About you, I mean. You’ve got a little 5 o’clock shadow right now, you look really handsome.” You smile and let out an airy laugh. Spencer subconsciously rubs his face again. He’s not sure when these jittery feelings will go away, if they ever will. One compliment from you and he’s feeling a blush coming from inside of him stretch over to his skin. 

He remembers his petulance earlier, his flair for the dramatics. Whining over people other than him seeing you, cursing his past self for awkward conversations, so he leans over onto his hands and knees and kisses your lips. 

You hum against his lips, knees together against one of his sides, happy at Spencer's first time initiating a kiss between you. You sit up off of your hands now  so they can cup his face and pull him firmer against you. Taking one of his wrists from where he’s planted on the floor to the other side of you, you guide him to slowly hover over you. 

Spencer can’t help but let out a tiny noise, a moan, against you as his palms dig uncomfortably into his carpet. He feels you lean back against your elbows and swing one of your legs to the other side of him. Now, you are pressed flat against the carpet, legs on either side of his waist. Spencer slowly moves so he’s on top of your frame, elbows crowning your head.

Both times Spencer has had the pleasure of tasting you like this you have been straddling him on his couch. This is the first time that he’s been able to lay on top of you and feel his hip bones dig into you and your legs around him.

Woah. Your legs are wrapped around him, just like how he’s dreamed of having you in his bed. Legs squeezing helplessly around him as he buries himself in you. Feeling your chest against his as you arch up into him. He lowers one hand to trail it up from your shins covered in your knee highs that make him faint to your hip.

He pushes his crotch down a bit from where it was against yours, making it so the hard-on he’s now sporting is against the floor now. He remembers the visceral feeling of you kissing his neck. Immediately he’s moving down to return the favor. What starts in soft kisses escalates quickly to sucking and laving against your skin, face buried into the source of his wildest dreams, your perfume. 

Your hands are carding through his hair right now, nails scratching at him softly and he has to position himself a bit closer to the ground now to rub off some built up tension his cock is begging for. This is usually where you part.

Face buried in your neck he’s smelling your intoxicating scent and moaning against the skin. He feels like a wild animal smelling a pheromone filled scent gland. Spencer realizes briefly where he is and pulls up from your neck to stare down at your face.

Hair haloing around you, you’re feverish and pressed against the Persian rug he spent his first big paycheck on. You have a bit of mascara smudged under your eyes and the lamps scattered around his living room are highlighting you in a way so beautiful he moans out again softly. No friction, no kissing, just by looking at you.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he traces the line of your neck up and down softly with the tips of his fingers. “I almost drowned in my sorrows before you knocked on my door.” He leans back down and chuckles against the skin of your neck.

You don’t have exactly the same romantic thoughts in mind as you gasp out for the first time since he’s laid on you, “You feel so good against me, Spence. Wanted this so bad,” he stops kissing, breathing lightly against your neck as you continue. “Can’t believe I haven’t pulled you on me sooner.” He’s blinking silently hidden in the corner of your neck. He acts on a whim and bites down lightly against where your neck and shoulder meet and you squeal. 

Spencer was not prepared for the blazing eye contact he’d be met with once pulling away to look at you. Your tank top has ridden down, the top of your pink bra showing a bit and your hair is drastically more disheveled than when you arrived. He can feel his heart in his throat. He has to keep making you let out that sound.

You seem to notice his brazen eyeline and you take one hand to pull the neckline of your top down a bit, exposing most of the bra covering your breasts that are only slightly spilling out from all your wiggling. Spencer shuts his eyes like he’s in pain, but he’s actually moving his hips up and away from the floor so he doesn’t come in his pants right then and there.

A completely new and formidable heat spreads over him and into his loins. Never in his life has Spencer trembled with anticipation in this way. His skin is on fire and he’s struck with the overwhelming need to make you the happiest person in this world. He wants to have you shiver and shudder completely against his apartment floor, he wants to hear every moan and grunt until your voice gives out. He wants to fuck you with his mouth.

“Gah-God, baby,” Spencer moves himself away from you so that he’s kneeling between your open thighs, rubbing the outsides of your legs as he looks into your eyes. “My mouth. Um, can I use my mouth?” He lets out a shaky breath at the image.

You bite your lip softly at him, he feels like he just licked the screen on one of those old staticy TVs he used to have. “Use your mouth for what?” You half play coy and half ask in earnest, not wanting to jump to conclusions since you and Spencer have never taken off many layers together.

“I want to use my mouth to make you cum.” His face flushes immediately, your eyes widen in shock. He drags his sight down to where you lay in front of him. Legs spread open and skirt ridden up giving him an obscene upskirt of your underwear for him. Also black. He keeps his eyes there as you reply.

“Yeah. Please, please-” he whips his head up to look at your face again to engrain the image of you unkempt and nodding a desperate yes into his memory. He lightly reaches out between your thighs to briefly feel the bottom of your panties. He’s barely thinking, his first instinct was to gauge how wet you are, to compare it to how you’re going to feel later. You gasp sweetly and he moans in response, untouched, again.  

With this searing hot permission Spencer gets hit with a strong pietistic devotion towards you. There is literally nothing in his life that has mattered more to him right now than how the gusset of your panties stick onto you and that his tongue can finally be given the task he has thought about constantly since knowing you. 

The anxiety Spencer was expecting as a result of his inexperience is completely overthrown by a perfectly instinctual autopilot setting he falls into. The excitement of making you feel good, you letting him touch you in such a profound way completely overshadows the doubt of his expertise. 

Not that he’s completely clueless. Erotica classics hide in his bookshelves, copies of Anaïs Nin’s short stories, the detailed counts of female pleasure derived from biology books, decent sex education stemming from the countless hours he’s poured into literature. He’s fairly in tuned to what generally makes people crumble, he just has to try it out himself. 

Spencer starts at the top again. The push and pull between him and eating you out the way he’s craving will have to drone on a little longer as he starts kissing along the exposed skin of your breasts, not wanting to leave anything unkissed. How rude. 

You outstretch your neck to him and slide the tank top off yourself, leaving just your pink lace bra that's covering little of your nipples. Spencer fingers the straps briefly while taking in the sight of you. He cannot believe the cosmic circumstances that have led him to this moment.

“D’you like?” you mumble while watching him eye-fuck you. He almost feels sorry for how he’s watching your chest rise and fall but the way his dick is pulsing under the confines of his underwear allows for little words.

In fact, his hips kick a twitch forward at the sound of your voice. A siren song as old as time. 

“MmmIwanna,” Okay. Form words. “I wanna-” he pities himself enough to give up on that one and kisses along your chest again.

“Do what you want to. I want to feel you everywhere… I want you to touch me.” You seem to understand his dilemma. A once articulate tongue falls flat in such a frenzied situation. 

Spencer palms your tits through your bra properly now while kissing you sloppily. He feels the friction of the lace against his palm and your hardened nipple receiving the rough friction from it as well. He picks up on your whine against his lips and pulls your bra down by the middle of it, exposing your chest fully. 

You gasp against his lips and move your tongue against his as a thanks. Spencer lets out a tiny “ah” from the back of his throat when your tongues meet. To regain composure he takes the nipple he was palming through lace earlier and rolls it between his middle finger and thumb, it’s your turn to kick your hips up for friction now. 

He decides to lower his hips against yours fully for the first time, desperately searching for that debauching pleasure that he was avoiding earlier. His dick rests nicely under your belly button and you bite his bottom lip when he’s fully settled against you, he feels sort of proud. 

Feeling your body completely pressed against him in this way makes him mourn every second he’s been with you and not made you moan in happiness like he is now. Wishing that the pesky virginity he’s carried with him this long will be taken by this angel underneath him right now. His cock twitches against you at the thought of it.

He stops fiddling with the nipple and instead moves to hold one of your hands with his as his other hand moves to rub your neglected nipple. He subtly grinds a long and slow rhythm against where you two are pressed together and you make a curious noise, a full moan caught before getting let out. Nudged in your throat as you hold it in.

Spencer thinks for a moment and smiles at the realization that it sounds almost exactly like how you hold back a laugh in your throat. A small and choked out “hngh” high pitched before its snuffed out. He thinks of any future endeavors where he gets to hear you hold back a laugh in a quiet museum or library from one of his stupid jokes. With this comparison he’s going to be pathetically hard in so many more inappropriate situations now.

“Please, can you please take my panties off.” You mewl gently, almost as if you’re worried he will refuse, and break him out of his thoughts. Spencer nearly forgot how lost in his head he was while methodically rubbing your sensitive breasts and grinding against you. 

“Pretty girl, I’m sorry.” He really is, he never wants you to feel so desperate you have to beg for him to touch you, but without interference he could probably sit for eight hours straight playing with your tits to see if you could come from it. He whines out loud at the thought. “I will, of course, I will.”

The feeling of him peeling himself off you feels tortuous. However, it is very much a high risk, high reward scenario when he looks down between your thighs again to see a wetter fabric clad to your hips. Spencer leans towards you, pushes your socks down slightly to kiss the tops of each of your knees. You giggle and he nips the inside of your leg slightly. 

It’s dizzying, the experience of pulling your panties down for the first time. Every night where he has sloppily fucked his fist thinking of your smile lines and pretty hands, every evening after you’ve left his apartment well kissed has finally led to this life altering moment.

Your panties have been slid off and he’s got an iron grip on them as he’s staring at you fully exposed, the translucent liquid smudged around your cunt. He’s trying incredibly hard to not push them up to his nose and inhale, he thinks he’s done enough animalistic sniffing and grunting at you tonight. He places them neatly on the couch instead. 

“Baby, Spence, you’re a voyeur.” You laugh at his staring gently, he assumes 25% of this experience for you has been watching him stare bug eyed at every inch of skin you’ve surrendered. He lays down flat on his tummy, sucking in air through his teeth as his dick presses against his carpet through his slacks again. “Feel sensitive, that feels like a lot?” You ask softly down at him. He flushes, embarrassed a little that you notice him the exact same way he notices you. Spencer pinches his eyebrows together and nods.

“Feels.. real good though.” He laughs gently at himself as you groan and rest your head back down on the carpet at how sweet he is.

He wraps his arms tightly underneath your thighs to pull your pussy closer to him, your skirt riding up to your belly in the process. He feels you squirm a little under his arms and kisses the skin above your hip flexors softly.

His heart skips a beat when he’s up close to you, a sliver of doubt creeping up along with the immeasurable need to make you feel good. Spencer takes his tongue out and licks a broad stripe up from right below your opening to above your clit. This is more for himself, actually. He wants to taste every single drop you expelled from him kissing and touching you, it’s what he deserves.

Spencer's arms immediately have to resist against your thighs moving shut, using a bit of his strength to keep you open as he does it again. This time he moves his head slightly side to side. The whine he hears coming from your lips makes him take one arm away without thinking to hold your lips open and wraps his lips around your clit.

The open window you get without one arm suspending your leg allows you to close one thigh to the side of his face while the other is still pried open by him. He continues to suck gently, pulls away and lifts up the skin covering your clit, kisses it softly, you let out a pitiful sobbing noise and Spencer sucks your clit again, rolls it between his lips.

You help him out by taking your other thigh away from his face and holding it up yourself. “Wh-who taught you to do this?” You squeak out giving him a sense of confidence he’s been desperately striving for. Spencer cannot bear to part from your cunt to reply so he just hums lowly against you, hoping that you get his message of I daydream about doing this to you every waking moment through the vibrations he’s emitting.

He feels you rock your hips against his face greedily and he smiles a toothy grin against you. His perfect pliant girl, he couldn’t be happier to have your wetness rubbed against his nose as he dives into you. 

Wanting to escalate the scenario a bit, he’s internally pleading to feel you cum against his face, Spencer begins to suck harshly and suction onto your clit intermittently. The loud “fuck” you whimper out and how your torso isolates to twist to the side as you keep your hips in place is a good indicator that he’s making you feel good. This is a dream.

“Hh- mmmm” you cry out and Spencer flickers his gaze up to your face. You’re scrunching your face like a sweet bunny and have one hand up and posed above his head, waiting to push him away, the pleasure so strong you have to implicitly prepare yourself to shove him away when it gets to be too much. He moans highly against you.

The hand you had defensively propped up begins to lightly push at his face, he smiles at this, suctions your clit through his lips and runs circles over it with his tongue, your hand falls limply to your side.

“Fingers- ah, fingers!” You manage to gasp out one more plea before sucking your lips in and moaning deeply against them.

You seriously do not have to ask him twice. Being able to feel you twitch and grip around his fingers while he sucks on your clit has him pushing himself against the floor. The bordering on painful stimulation he’s getting from using all his body weight to hump his carpet sends tingles up and down his spine. As you said, sensitive. 

Spencer starts by tracing your entrance with his middle finger, he slips in easily just by doing that, your slick and his spit making the intrusion incredibly easy. He wastes no time pulling his finger up against your g-spot and slips in his ring finger alongside it, rubbing slick circles inside of you.

The noises your cunt is making from his incessant sucking and rubbing could probably be heard from any of his neighbors walking by his front door. He gasps hotly at this thought, what are you doing to him? Has he no shame?

You’re riding his face and fingers again, mumbling intelligible sentences. God, his cock hurts. 

“Baby, close, don’t stop-” The angelic words fall from your mouth and his ears perk up like an owner saying her dog's favorite words to it. Spencer continues exactly what he’s doing against you and looks up at you again through your back arching.

He can feel you twitching and senses you’re done for. If only he could talk and eat you out at the same time, he wants to call you pretty until tears come from your eyes. You gasp wetly and come all over his fingers.

Your thighs clamp against his head and he lets you do whatever you need to do to his face to get off. He’s rubbing soft and soothing circles against your hips as you hiccup through your orgasm.

You open your mouth as if you have something to say, and close it again, shuddering out a breath of air. Spencer pulls away, he can talk again.

“My good girl, thank you. I mean, you tasted so good… you’re so pretty, my pretty, oh my god-” He’s got a lot on his mind right now.

Spencer watches and follows your movements as you sluggishly sit up to kiss him, moving your tongue against his in an eager display to taste yourself against his lips, he whines again, feeling your warmth against him. When you palm him through his pants Spencer stutters out a pornographic “hnnn”, the friction from his rubbing against the floor has left him painfully needy.

“Can I take your cock out baby?” You ask against his neck. Spencer is aware of the embarrassing uhhuh uhhuh he releases as he scoots back against his couch. You don’t bother teasing him, taking out his red dripping dick from his pants and underwear and you don’t even giggle when it makes a whip sound as it taps against his skin.

He actually has to close his eyes after watching you whine in overstimulation as you collect your come from yourself to use it as lubrication to jerk him off with it. He’s genuinely going to pass out.

With a mouth open to the shape of an “o”, Spencer has an onslaught of tiny gentle noises that fill up the room alongside the skin slapping sound of you jerking him off. You touch the crown of his dick and one of his arms shoots out to brace himself against the couch. 

He accidentally grabs your panties he placed on the couch earlier.

Not thinking, he grips onto them and you kiss his cheek. “Want em’?” You tease. “My panties are in my top drawer next time you come over and want to snoop around.” You joke further, a red flush of humiliation covers Spencer's neck and chest. He slowly moves his grip on them over to his nose. Too far gone to have the same self-control he had earlier to set them aside, he finally indulges in taking in your scent.

He’s somewhat expecting more prodding and teasing, but you just continue to kiss over his face softly. He’s so thankful.

There’s no surprise to the fact you have him coming especially fast. Spencer feels his legs twitch and he sets down your panties to kiss you properly as he finishes all over your fist. 

As he comes down from this unexplainable high he is struck with such a tender feeling of affection towards you his eyes water. You notice and scoot onto his legs and lap and wrap your arms around him in a hug.

Not letting go until you feel him chuckling against you, you ask him how he feels and he sighs out dramatically. He’s so exhausted now.

You shyly offer to wet-vac his carpet once you guys move to clean yourselves up and he breaks out into a laughter that makes his stomach hurt. You eventually join his contagious laughter at the situation.

Spencer’s suggestion for you to stay a while is accepted with open arms. You spend your first night together wrapped up in each other's embrace. Being back in his own bed with you here settles his mind so gently that within three minutes of his head hitting the pillow he’s out like a light. 

In the morning when he wakes up for work he rubs his nose softly all over your face to wake you up. Spencer offers that you stay in his bed and sleep more or he can drive you back to yours before he heads over to work. He ends up driving you home so you can get ready for work yourself. Once you’re back home he finally opens up his phone again from last night to see a picture of yourself you sent on the walk to his apartment last night with the text under it “Had to come see you anyway, hope the doors unlocked mwahaha”.

He finds himself smiling at his missed message all day at work and once he’s seated back in his car to go home later that day he finally finds the “forgotten” panties you left on his passenger car seat when you left this morning.  

Spencer flushes then pockets them before texting you that he is in fact not a voyeur or a perv and he did not put your panties in his pocket and he is not asking you to come over again tonight so he can cook you a pasta dinner before he lays you out for him again, hopefully on his bed this time.

[yyxandere]

「𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚!」

PERSONA MASTERLIST

Note: These peices of fiction with yandere themes are strictly for entertainment purposes. I do not condone with any of the following in real life. If triggered I highly suggest to click off. Yandere are only kept to be fictional!

𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 [𝟏]

[𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐮]

[𝐊𝐞𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐨]

[𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢]

[𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚]

[𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚]

[𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐨 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐚]

[𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐨 𝐔𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢]

[𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐨]

[𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐞]

𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧: 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 [𝟐]

[𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐨𝐮]

[𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧]

[𝐄𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚]

[𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨]

[𝐉𝐮𝐧 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐮]

[plushverse]

Tatsuya Suou and Eikichi Mishina reacting to their s/o's persona awakening for the first time and them helping their s/o get over the initial shock??

Finally something for Persona,,, I’m enjoying the series so far from what I’ve seen

Tatsuya Suou:

*You and Tatsuya were just doing your own thing, walking back home

*when you were attacked by demons, which Tatsuya was a little odd since he hadn’t seen any in a long time

*while Tatsuya was ready to fight and protect you, you weren’t entirely helpless

*as your persona had been revealed to both of you, which caught you both off guard, especially Tatsuya. He wasn’t expecting you to be a persona user

*after the fight, he had to help calm you down and get over the shock of your persona revealing itself to you

*you, of course, had so many questions to ask him, after calming down that is

*he did his best to answer whatever questions you may have

Eikichi Mishina:

*You two were just hanging out, just talking and cuddling when you two were attacked by demons

*Eikichi was a bit confused, and shocked by the sudden appearance of the demons, but he was going to make sure you were safe

*However, what came as a shock to the two of you, was your persona revealing itself/awakening

*”babe, I had no idea you were a persona user! I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but I’ll answer them after!”

*After the fight, he pulled you into a hug, making sure you were okay first before helping you calm down

*and explained what had happened with your persona, trying his best to answer any questions you had