#yandere goro akechi x reader

[flokali]

♤ Mystery | Akechi Goro

Warnings: Yandere Akechi, stalking, harassment, manipulation, gaslighting, breaking and entering, belittling of MC, delusions of grandeur from Akechi, etc. Ask to tag!

Includes: GN! Reader, college aged Akechi and MC, hints at the data-mined ending for P5R so technically not canon complacent, MC is paranoid and is gaslighted like crazy <3

A/N: Commissioned by a lovely anon for "Fics for Gaza"! Thank you for being so patient with me (TT); link to the og post and their blog @ficsforgaza in case you want to check it out! Mister Goro “Mansplain, Manipulate, Manslaughter” Akechi strikes again…

After years of working as a detective, Akechi knew how to avoid being caught.

– “Dear detective,” the letters he’d pen always began the same way.

With a pristine pair of gloves and a printed-out note, no trace of his handwriting or fingerprints would be detected no matter how hard you tried to find them. He made sure to use common stationery, the type that could be found in any store purely to make it harder for you to trace back to him. He hopes you appreciate the effort he’s put into this little game he was playing with you.

The clues he did give you, which he did because there was no fun to be had if you weren’t at least suspicious that he was the anonymous sender, were calculated as if to taunt you just enough to confirm his identity to you but vague enough that you couldn’t reasonably go to anyone else to accuse him without losing respectability and keeping your reputation of a sensible investigator.

– “[…] but, if you want me to give you a clue you can just ask. I’d much rather you be on the right track, I’d truly be offended if you confused me with some idiot on the street.” 

It was a balancing act that would have been tiring to most, but to him, it was nothing short of intoxicating. After a lifetime of being forced to put on an act, it felt nice to have an outlet where he could let out all his pent-up emotions, especially when it came to you.

He knew you well enough, the last few years of his time as a celebrity had been spent working exclusively alongside you. It was hard for him to find someone suitable enough to share the spotlight with. He enjoyed your presence enough that he didn’t want to go through the process of checking if there was anyone better, though he sincerely doubted that was true; he knew you better than you knew yourself and he had long since decided you were staying by his side as his assistant. That’s how he knew that he was driving you crazy and that, soon enough, you’d reach your breaking point; he was looking forward to it.

– “Have you considered quitting? It looks like you’re not doing too well these days, maybe the stress is catching up to you.”

What he was doing was undoubtedly cruel, but Akechi thought he was more than justified in his actions; you would probably hold it against him at first but, in the long run, you’d realize he was right. He was certain his therapist would scold him and tell him he was undoing all of his work, but the man knew you better than anyone; he was doing you a favor by helping you resign.

You were not made for this line of work; if he couldn’t handle it, why should you? 

You two had been working together for years before he quit the limelight, he was annoyed to no end to have to stand next to you, there was no doubt in his mind he was better than you, and he was right, but soon enough he grew to tolerate your presence and even enjoy it.

You were honest and barely held your tongue when it came to him, from the beginning you had stood out as someone who truly enjoyed their position. He can’t understate how deeply he resented you at first, he found your attitude annoying and pretentious but soon learned that you genuinely did mean it when you said you were doing this for yourself – he hated that, and for a while, his feeling only doubled down onto the negatives but soon enough he grew to appreciate your honesty and a friendship began to blossom. You grew to become one of the only people Akechi thought highly of, even if he didn’t truly enjoy his work as a celebrity being by your side made it tolerable. It was something he realized after working with his doctor; he cared for you, even if he’d denied it at first, you were someone he treasured deeply and he didn’t want to see you get hurt the way he had been. Why couldn’t you see that?

– “I don’t enjoy seeing you so miserable, detective, your fans probably don’t like it much either…”

You were talented, no doubt about it, but you had always been second best to himself, and that’s how it would forever be. Everything you did was compared and eventually overshadowed by his accomplishments, you could solve a case in a day and he’d come and do it in half. Everything you could do, he could do better; way better, in fact, so much better people often forgot you’d done it first or at all.

You weren’t bad or stupid, far from it, he wouldn’t have allowed himself to be on stage with just anybody, but if he was Sherlock, solving the big cases and taking the spotlight, you were Watson, destined to sit back and assist him - only ever getting the spotlight when he wasn’t around (though that has proven to not always be the case as even now it is as if you lived in his shadow).

– “I truly don’t get why you insist on being a detective when you’re so mediocre at it, seriously, when was the last time you solved a case by yourself? You’re wasting everyone’s time.”

It was that very nature of your relationship that had led him to believe that, when he eventually left the role of detective for something that he would actually enjoy, you would follow him. After all, all of your teenage years had been spent together, working in tandem, why would he expect you to turn your back on him and the life you two had known for superficial stardom? You always spoke of helping others and he had found a way to do it in a truly significant way that allowed you two to be free and live honestly, away from the media.

Akechi’s time working on the Phantom Thieves’ case had given him new insight into the life he had led up until that point, as much as he wished he didn’t have to credit them with much - the months after they had disbanded had left him rethinking his choices. To you, and by proxy anyone outside of himself, his therapist, and Ren, his decision would have seemed sudden and maybe even brash; but he thought that, once you heard him out, you would join him.

Sure, the relationship between you two was friendly, years of knowing each other and working together had left you two with a great friendship, but it was nowhere near close enough to make you pack up and leave everything you had worked for behind because he had a sudden realization. At least, you would think that’d be clear to him but alas it wasn’t. He had constructed an image of you, but for all of his smarts, it was too incomplete to truly understand you.

– “When will you go to the authorities about me? […] Is it a lack of clues? If you leave it to the professionals I am certain they’ll do a better job trying to track me; even I’m getting tired of this.” 

He had been blindsided by his ego and forgotten that you were just as complex as he was, that simply because he had realized this life was not for him it didn’t mean it wasn’t for you. Akechi's understanding of your relationship was tested when you finally broke the news that you and he were fundamentally different people with equally different goals.

He had invited you over for lunch when he’d broken the news, the brunette made sure you were one of the first to know so you could come out together and announce your retirement at the same time. He had been so sure you would agree with him it was almost offensive how predictable he thought you were.

It was a high-end restaurant, you two had come here before during your breaks from work, but it had still shocked you to receive the invitation since it had been some time since you two hung out as friends and not coworkers. The last few months had been filled with work and much self-reflection on his part and soon enough you two had graduated from high school without actually talking to each other outside of work hours or the occasional friendly text. For a long time, Akechi had made it clear you weren’t friends and it took you years of knowing each other for him to finally acknowledge how close you two had gotten, but even then you were the one initiating most hangouts; maybe his odd behavior should have been your first clue something was up.

He had sat you down and let you order, making sure to get you comfortable before unloading the news onto you. He was aware you would be surprised at first, but he was certain of today’s outcome.

“I think it’s time I quit,” he had said after the waiter had brought over your drinks, he took a long sip of his water before continuing, “This is a waste of time and I see no reason to continue, after… everything that’s happened, I realized I’m sick of this.”

At the time, you were unsure how he wanted you to react; you weren’t angry, a bit surprised and confused, yes, maybe even sad, but you were in no way about to praise his choice and follow in his footsteps.

“I am surprised,” you managed to say, dabbing at your lips with a napkin, the news had shocked you enough you had choked on your drink but you were quick to reassure him before he could make any snide remarks, “But, if it’s what you want to do, then I’m happy for you…”

An awkward silence followed your words as if he were waiting for you to say something else. He was not expecting you to agree immediately, you needed to hear him out but he didn’t want to look too desperate.

“Um,” you look away, his burgundy eyes were a little too intense, “what made you realize you wanted to quit?”

“There is nothing at the end of this road,” he answered as if he had been expecting you to ask, it felt practiced, “it’s all the same and can we truly say we’re doing something important? All we do is run around, solve people’s problems, and get congratulated, but are we really solving their problems? We temporarily give them peace of mind but it’s always a trivial issue that would have been solved with or without us. I don’t want to continue wasting my time doing what others want or need me to do for them, I’m tired of being used… I want to do something only I can.”

“I didn’t think you saw it like that,” you muttered, you seemed deep in thought at his words, “it’s a new perspective, even for you.”

“I guess so,” Akechi agrees with you, “but I stand by it, I can’t lie to myself and say that what we’re doing is real work or that I enjoy it.”

“I can’t say I necessarily agree,” you conclude, you take a sip of your drink and go on to continue your thoughts, “even if what we’re doing isn’t solving their whole lives, it’s something. At the end of the day, if you can lighten their load and inspire them to keep going and working hard, even if it’s over small things that won’t matter in the grand scheme, isn’t that better than nothing? If they find strength in seeing celebrities succeed, then that’s better than being hopeless.”

“So you’d rather do the bare minimum, hoping you inspire someone rather than being an active participant in change?”

“You make it sound like I’m stupid, Akechi,” you eye him wearily, “sure, I’m not going out there and solving wars, but if my work can inspire people to keep going, letting them know there’s always a n answer, isn’t that encouraging them to work towards the future? If I can inspire someone to help another, that’s enough for me – change doesn’t have to come from direct actions, sometimes it’s a chain reaction.”

“And you think you can set it off?” He scoffs, he’s aware he sounds rude but you’re preaching nonsense as far as he can tell and he’s never been fond of unrealistic optimism.

“Are you implying I can’t?” 

“I just don’t think you have what it takes, I don’t think anyone has what it takes, to hope someone sees you and is inspired into action is too reckless – you may as well print a poster and call it a day,” he glares at you, seemingly annoyed at your naïveté, “if you want to make a real change, you can’t be tied down to fantasies.”

“So what am I supposed to do, quit?” You ask flabbergasted and feeling insulted, you’re well aware that your work isn’t the pinnacle of hard labor but you’ve given your all to get to a place where you can at least show people that there’s a future where justice can exist.

“I think so,” you are shocked, “I think you’d do much better elsewhere rather than wasting your time, become a real detective or even a damn lawyer; we can’t play pretend forever.”

To you, the rest of the conversation was a blur; you only remember leaving early and feeling as if he’d spent the last hour discrediting everything you had done while trying to convince you to quit and do God knows what he’d try to rope you into.

The only thing you can say with confidence that he said to you had left you feeling small and disappointed, as if he had confirmed your biggest fear; that you would always be second best:

“If I couldn’t do it, what makes you think you can?”

He genuinely did mean it too, you could tell from the way he seemed honestly surprised you thought you could outlive his career. You think he tried to assure you he didn’t think you were stupid, something about how he’d poured all of himself into the role and couldn’t accomplish his goal and how he was hoping you’d realize that it was impossible before you were burnt out too, but all you can remember is the way he looked at you as if you were a stupid child having your ABC’s explained to them.

Akechi realizes now, months later and after a lot of self-reflection, that his approach was inadequate and that, in the long term, it had done more damage than good. Alas, time cannot be turned back; if he wasn’t able to talk you out of it, then he’d have to show you that you were wasting your time.

Between you two, he had always been the better one; so why would you be the one it works out for? If he couldn’t do it, then you certainly can’t either.

That’s why his first note was an apology, his first clue to you. 

– “I am simply an admirer of your work, even if there are many flaws in it…”

The idea of anonymous letters had come to him when reminiscing back on his time following Amemiya and his gang, the warning notes they’d give out to their targets that would taunt them and leave them skittish, wondering if it was a joke or not and worrying about the absurd possibility there was merit to their threats. In his case, he needed to play things out differently; he didn’t want to make you suffer, he truly wanted to make you see the situation the way he did – the correct way if you will.

And so, for the last year, you have been receiving his notes. 

You had told no one about them, too embarrassed to admit you were being affected by them and too proud to ask for help. After all, what would you say? People would probably tell you to figure it out yourself,

you were supposed to be a detective after all; how come you couldn’t find the identity of your stalker?

– “[…] Do you actually think you’ve caught me? You just fired a makeup artist for no reason, if you keep acting irrationally you’ll get a reputation; I suggest thinking more about who you accuse next time. People will get suspicious if you start acting so… erratically.”

Though you’re almost certain you do know who it is,  it’s been near impossible to find any tangible proof that you could take to the authorities. You were struggling and Akechi knew. It was only a matter of time before you were forced to come to terms that you simply didn’t have what it took to succeed, Akechi tried telling you in a nicer way but you just didn’t listen. If you can’t even catch him, a man you’ve known for years, what makes you think you’ll catch a real criminal? You had known him for years and hadn’t caught onto his most dangerous actions, a bunch of letters wasn’t going to be any easier for you.

It’s surprising to both of you how long you put off calling him. You were almost completely sure he was the one behind the letters, he’d been so nice – as he would say, even if you don’t agree – to leave clues, but stalling the inevitable was more of an ego thing on your part. From mentioning things you had told him in private, recalling moments that should have been between the two of you alone, it almost feels like he had documented everything; and yet he didn’t leave DNA or even a single fingerprint, everything he used was so carefully picked out you had no way of tracing it back to him.

You didn’t know what he’d say, maybe he’d laugh at you and scold you for taking almost a year to realize or maybe he’d try to deny it and make you feel stupid for even suspecting him. Akechi always had a way with words, especially the closer you two got, that made you feel smaller in comparison to him. But at this point you didn’t care, he’d been taunting you for months and you were at your limit.

– “You haven’t been sleeping well, I see you frequenting that cafe more often; it’s not healthy.” 

You would find his handiwork everywhere you went; outside of your house, near spots you’d often frequent, and sometimes you’d find them in places you had been to only hours before as if he were watching you and waiting to strike.

They were always so long too, Akechi had no qualms in explaining in great detail every single misstep you’d made, for their almost daily frequency you had to admit he was dedicated to an over six hundred word count. It would have been impressive if it wasn’t so creepy.

To be honest, you probably would have lived through it for a while longer if he hadn’t crossed the line even further; you’d found one of his notes inside your house.

As of the last few weeks you had been going above and beyond trying to catch him, he had been right; your work had been suffering greatly due to the stress of finding his stupid notes all around you. You had seen the headlines, wondering what had happened – some discrediting your life’s work, others lamenting your decline in quality, others simply attributing your achievements to him of all people. He was proving his point and it annoyed you to no end.

You barely got any sleep as you desperately combed over the letters, everything that pointed to him was circumstantial and would not serve to prove anything to anyone, much less the authorities. You both knew that it was only a matter of time before it became too much.

You had to take a break, eventually going into hiding and hyper-focusing on trying to find any concrete evidence. At this point, those letters were all you thought about from the moment you woke up to the moment you fell asleep. And he still had the audacity to taunt you, leaving his handiwork outside your doorstep every day to remind you of why you were isolated at home at all times.

– “Does this not feel a little pathetic, detective?”

You had been toying around with the idea of confronting him, giving in and forgoing your pride and just begging him to stop. You hadn’t seen him in a year and after your last conversation you had no real intention of trying to mend any bridges but you needed to know if it was him as you so desperately believed or if you really were going crazy.

For a moment you thought you were dreaming when you woke up to one of his scarlet envelopes sitting on top of your nightstand; you immediately recognized it. You almost don’t believe it even as you peel the seal away and unravel the note, but it’s one of them – it couldn’t be from anybody else. No one knew of them other than you and the sender.

You basically jump out of your bed and scramble to get your phone, too emotional to even spare it a once over, your hands are shaking with frustration - you feel flustered and annoyed, and you swear to whatever is listening to you that if the brunette didn’t answer your call you would drive over and make the most embarrassing scene you could muster. Akechi was currently attending university and you were more than willing to go to his campus or even his place, in public surrounded by strangers or not, and demand he give you answers. If it wasn’t him, then you had no idea who it could be and you didn’t know what scared you more.

The way he wrote, the way he teased you, the way he seemed to always be a step ahead of you, it all screamed Akechi. His condescending tone from that dinner echoed in his words even if only written; why did you get to live out your childhood dream if he could not? What had you done that he hadn’t? What did you have that he didn’t that make you better than him? He didn’t want to be a celebrity detective, but he was better at it, so why would you - someone worse than him - get to continue?

From every possible angle, Akechi Goro was better than you, and yet, for some reason, you were the one advancing in their career, you were the one the public began to favor over himself; seeing you live the life he had given up better than he had pissed him off. He thought you were friends, maybe even closer than that, you were partners – the only other person in the world who knew the isolation and expectations that came with stardom —  and yet you abandoned him for the very thing he despised.

He’s still pleasantly surprised to see your caller ID flashing on his phone, though Akechi knew you to be stubborn and a part of him was hoping you’d be able to withstand his teasing a little more – especially now that he knew how to sneak into your home –, he had been expecting a call from you. He almost felt bad when he picked up and heard your clearly panicked voice.

Almost; this whole ordeal was too fun for him to feel too badly about his actions.

“Akechi,” you try not to show how disturbed you are in case your hunch was right, “we need to talk, now.”

“Hello to you too,” he ignores the sense of urgency in your words, “aren’t you going to ask me how I’ve been? It’s been a while since we last talked.”

“And you know why that is,” you scoff, “I didn’t need you to continue telling me I suck at my job and that I should quit because you were illuminated by the heavens.”

“It was one conversation,” you can’t see it from over the phone but his reddish eyes seem to gleam in delight, he lets out an airy laugh, “and you cut me off before we could see eye to eye, you make me sound like some sort of evil lunatic.”

“Yeah right,” you roll your eyes, unconsciously clutching at the red envelope in your hands - his degrading demeanor only serves to further antagonize him in your eyes, “let’s cut to the chase, what have you been doing lately.”

“And what is it to you?” He laughs, sitting down on his couch as he answers your question, “If you need to know, I’ve been taking a break.”

“Got a lot of free time on your hands now?” But was it enough that he could be pulling this off? Even without work, he’d been studious and hard working, his schedule always packed; would it be possible that a workaholic like him could honestly take a break?

“Not really,” of course not – your heart feels like it had stopped, maybe you’d been wrong –, “I’ve been in therapy and working on getting into some real work, between that and keeping up with new hobbies there’s not much spare time.”

“Hobbies?”

“Yes, like writing,” you wouldn’t have pinned him as a writer, “I thought I could do something with all that mystery experience and write a novel, might as well put that work to use.”

“I guess so…” There’s an awkward silence; he’d been incredibly nonchalant during the conversation, answering all of your questions with ease. 

Maybe you had been wrong about him, but if it’s not him then who

“And what have you been up to? I saw you were taking a break.”

“Oh, uh… yeah,” you didn’t think he’d keep up with your public appearances, “I have been dealing with some personal stuff…”

You both don’t speak after that for a few painfully awkward seconds.

“So you’ve been in therapy?”

“Yes.”

��That’s… good.” Akechi has to muffle a chuckle at your inadequate response.

“No offense, I do enjoy conversing with you but I doubt this is what you meant when you said we needed to talk,” the young man halts your train of thought, “so, why did you call me?”

“Because,” you think about your words, you need to at least ask him about it, you don’t want to sound crazy but there is no way you can breach the topic without sounding slightly off, “you… it’s you, isn't it?”

“Me? You’re not making much sense, I am what?” 

“You’re the one sending me these… letters,” you look at the one in your hand, “it’s got ‘Akechi’ written all over… You know all these personal details and how to get under my skin and who else would be able to sneak in undetected into my room and keep this up for so long? You –”

“Someone snuck into your house?” He feigns surprise, cutting you off mid-rant; he can tell it took you off guard.

“Y-yes,” you mumble, unsure if he was trying to fool you; you had no evidence other than a gut feeling and knowing the guy for years, “and it… it has to be you, there’s no way it isn’t… You’re the only person who could pull this –”

“These are quite serious allegations you’re posing now,” his voice slowly loses its playful tone, “breaking and entering, sending letters too… Do you even have any evidence?”

“Maybe I do…” You stutter out.

“A good detective shouldn’t lie,” he smirks over the phone, your fingers are trembling as he continues talking, “You can’t just call me out of the blue and accuse me of such things, we haven’t talked to each other in months and this is the first thing you say to me?”

“The letters mention things only you would know and it’s all so well done,” why can’t you be more coherent – you want to tell him to shut up so you can finish your train of thought; because if it’s not him then who else, “and you’ve been trying to convince me –”

“I haven’t even talked to you in months, how am I trying to convince you of anything?”

“During that lunch, you said –”

“Come on, it was one conversation and I admit I crossed the line,” he doesn’t let you finish talking before rebutting every single thing you said and it’s starting to rile you up, “but that’s not proof.”

There’s an awkward silence that follows, he can tell you’re getting worked up. You’re panicking, you had spent the last few weeks trying to find any possible clue about Akeshi’s involvement in this mess and yet you had come up with nothing of substance.

“This has really been messing you up, hasn’t it?” His voice is deceptively soft as if he cared about the torment you’d been facing.

“I…” You’re unsure of what to say; you had so many things thought of what to say to him, but it had all been under the pretense that he was the one responsible for what was going on but you had nothing on him other than a hunch and bitter feelings from your last conversation. 

“I have been keeping up with your work,” he takes your silence as an invitation to continue talking, “You’re not doing too hot, huh? Is it because of this?”

“...” He can hear you shuffling.

“If you’re struggling, we can meet up,” he suggests, “I could help you, you know?”

“To quit?” You laugh but there is no humor in it; maybe he had been right, you dully think, after he’d left you’d naturally garnered the support he had once had but it had felt undeserved, your work had been stagnating due to the letters and general feelings of inadequacy as you were made to replace the role Akechi once had.

“To help you with the letters,” he sounds legitimately annoyed and you flinch internally, “Clearly you can’t do it yourself, how long has it been going on for?”

“A couple of months…” You trail off, you feel like a child being scolded by their mother; left to desperately scramble for any excuse for your poor behavior. 

“Months, are you actually being serious right now?” He doesn’t give you the time to respond, you can hear him shuffling, “And you haven’t found anything?”

“Not really,” you gulp, “which is why… I thought it could be you.”

“I’m quite hurt you’d think me capable of that,” you can’t make out what he was feeling based on his tone but his words seem to indicate he was truly shocked at your accusations; guilt begins to form in your gut, “sure, our last conversation was… rough, but I would never dare hurt you, I only want to help.”

His words further cement your feelings of guilt, maybe you’d seriously misjudged him. No, you definitely had; in your years of knowing him he’d been condescending and irritable, but he’d never hurt you. You were the one who’d been overreacting, you had stormed off on him, you had cut him off, you had accused him without evidence and even now, as he offered to help you, you couldn’t help but doubt his words.

“But you,” scrambling to find the right words you desperately try to communicate your concerns but the more you finally voice them to someone the less sure you are about them, “if it’s not you, then who? You… you’re the only one who I wouldn’t catch, right? Because…”

Maybe he had been right, you think, ever since he quit you’d been left trying to live up to the legacy he left behind but you had failed. You’d let yourself become overwhelmed, chasing after a dream you simply didn’t have the chops to live out, and even went as far as to accuse one of your friends of hurting you over a conversation that he seemed to have forgotten.

“I have not received a single assignment that has required me to harass my ex-colleague,” he’s probably referencing his therapy treatment, you think, “I have come far enough to realize I have been childish in my past, which is why I would never do something like sending you cleary distressing notes.”

He continues.

“I am genuinely concerned for you,” he sighs, “which is why I am offering to help you.”

“I…” You’re unsure of what to say, you had been hoping he’d admit to being the man behind the letters, “I just want this to end.”

“I’ll go over, okay?” You vaguely hear him moving around, “Have everything ready, we’ll work this out and, once we’re done, we can talk about your future.”

You hum in agreement, too worn out and exhausted to argue.

“I’ll see you soon,” he’s putting on his gloves as he speaks and slowly opening the bag he’d been carrying, “goodbye.”

“Bye…”

Once the call is ended you throw your phone into the bed and collapse on top of your mattress. You close your eyes tightly, clutching at the papers in your hand. You had shoved the letter back in before reading it, you opened your eyes slowly and glanced at it. You sit up, the springs in the mattress mask the sound of a creaking door and reopen the envelope.

The letter was like all the ones before it, teasing remarks, poorly covered insults, and the spare compliment sprinkled in there. Your brain doesn’t even register what it says, too used to its content to care. You’re about to put it back in when you notice a strange discoloration on the back, you frown. Gently you move the paper against the yellow light from your bedside lamp. The letters are smaller, significantly more rushed, and harder to decipher; you fidget with it as you begin to make out what it says; at least, you try until you hear footsteps echoing through your hallway. You freeze, seemingly losing all mobility as they begin to draw closer and closer until they’re practically at your bedroom’s door. 

There is someone in your house, you realize.

Gloved hands grasp at the doorknob and all you can do is watch in horror as a tuft of light brown hair comes into view.

– “I’m still inside.”

[frickingnerd]

yandere akechi with a foreign darling

pairing: goro akechi x gn!reader

tags: kidnapping, obsessed yandere, language barrier (reader's language is unspecified), (implied) stockholm syndrome

akechi was obsessed with you from the moment he first laid eyes on you!

he hadn't even heard you speak yet, but he knew that he needed you in his life!

for a bit, akechi simply admired you from afar, fantasizing about how he'd approach you and how you'd react to the detective prince paying attention to you

but when he actually tried to talk to you, it didn't go as planned at all!

you simply stared at him dumbfound, before opening your mouth and saying something in a language he didn't know!

at first, akechi apologizes, even though he's unsure if you understand it. but he's already thinking of his next step right then and there…

just a few days later, he makes his move to kidnap you!

you're frightened at first, when you wake up in his apartment, chained to the heater. but akechi has learned a few words of your language to talk to you

he doesn't mind learning your language, but ultimately he wants you to learn japanese! he even tells you that he'll set you free once you learned it

of course, that's just a lie. as if he'd ever let you go again, now that he had you right where he wanted you!

akechi expects you to fall in love with him while you're his hostage. he'll treat you well and by the end of it all, you'll beg him to stay here! he's sure of it…

[discotenny]

Someone you cant have

HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLO :D god its been so long for me to check ur blog and i have been meaning to send rq form last year but sadly i was to shy for that :,) im so happy ur still uploading and doing well 😭 but may i request a reverse part for "Someone you cant have" now with akechi ?

~anon

Goro Akechi x Reader ~ falling for their rivals significant other <Jealousy, mild reference of yandere!Akechi, mentions of murder, etc>

KABDKDBDK thank you for sending in a request!! Sorry to keep you waiting for part two after all this time lolol. Hope it was worth the wait <3 As always I tend to write using they/them pronouns for the reader insert unless requester specifies. Mentions of names will be y/n.

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Something about you had captivated him from the first meeting.

A stranger who sat next to him on the train when there were tens of open seats. Who looked at him with eyes that begged for help from a creep following you around. Who whispered a promise of a warm meal once the whole debacle concluded. Who he willingly went into the streets of Shibuya with, against all his mind and stomach's better judgement.

"Thank you," you said to him with the most sincerity he's ever heard from a person. "I couldn't make it up to you enough. Where do you want to go? I’ll pay for everything.”

Sincerity... that's what it was.

You were so open and true to yourself it was almost frustrating. He chalked up your kindness at your first meeting as a one off instance brought about by unsavory circumstance. But even after, at your unexpected dinner for two- you were just so, so honest.

Honest in the way you expressed the troubles in your family life. The difficulty handling the troubles in your school. The troubles of romance you've found yourself in. You were charming. Funny. Interesting.

Which is why he didn’t mind exchanging phone numbers. It’s why he didn’t mind more dinners and more train rides. It’s why he didn’t push away the kindness you’d show him and the gifts you’d give him. It’s why he started reciprocating the acts.

And it’s why a funny feeling started to grow in the hole in his chest- fighting against the urge to put all of his attention into his mission. Interest- is what he called it.

Love, is what it really was.

When you mentioned a boyfriend he was disappointed. He of course saw it coming, after you’ve spent nights complaining over growing feelings and him giving you advice in turn. But Akechi was fine with the disappointment, and he was fine admiring you from nowhere closer than across a table. Akechi would be fine just admiring from a distance.

Coming soon, he’d complete his mission and he would never see you again. Akechi chooses to ignore the bitterness that comes along with that last idea.

The more the dinners and gifts and kindness occurred, the harder his fall was to ignore. His gifts started to get more and more romantic when viewed from a certain lens, his stares started to get more and more longing. But as noticeable as it was, Akechi couldn’t help himself. You, in all of your kindness, funniness, and all of your interest, were a brevity of light in his hell of a life.

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One night, you show up to dinner and say you’ve got a surprise for him.

“Oh? What’s the occasion?” A butterfly flies around in his chest and he can’t help himself but smile. Sincerely, he smiles.

“I wanted to thank you, for all the advice and help you’ve given me these past few months,” you look into his eyes and it makes his heart flutter. “Let me go get him really quick.” You stand up so quickly and he doesn’t have any time to register what you just said. Akechi sighs as he watches you leave the restaurant.

You come back and Akechi has to physically hold himself back from lunging at Ren.

Ren, who you hold hands with. Ren, who’s smiling after you. Ren, who looks at him with surprise. Ren, you boyfriend.

“Akechi?” He says, eyes widening.

“Ren.” He replies, gripping the table underneath him.

Of course.

Of course

Of fucking course.

“Oh! I didn’t know you guys knew each other,” you clap your hands with a smile, seemingly not noticing the glares emanating from Akechi.

Ren’s arm finds itself on your waist and Akechi wants to scream. “Yeah, we’re friends,” Ren’s tone is casual as he smiles at you.

“Mmhm, you could say that,” Akechi forces out a smile so insincere you can’t help but question it.

“I didn’t know Akechi was the one buying you all those gifts, treasure,” Ren says.

“And I didn’t know Ren was this boyfriend of yours, y/n,” Akechi sneers.

“Ah, sorry I never mentioned names to you guys,” you chuckle, honest to a fault. Unaware of the smugness growing within your partner. Unaware of the heartbreak that falls upon your friend.

Ren goes onto explain that you wanted to introduce your ‘two favorite boys’ to each other after months of talking about one to the other. That this dinner, which was supposed to just be you and Akechi, was going to be intruded on by Ren. He says it all with a smile that makes Akechi want to throttle him.

What a lovely surprise, Akechi thinks.

He tries to keep his cool despite the anger clawing at his chest. Betrayal from you for not telling him that this piece of garbage was your boyfriend. Envy towards Ren for having yet another thing Akechi longed to have.

Dinner concludes quicker than you pictured as Ren has a curfew to abide by. He leaves the restaurant to wait outside, you wanting to talk to your friend.

“You seemed uncomfortable with tonight, I’m sorry if I pushed this on you Akechi…” one glance at you shows all the truth in your statement and Akechi hates it.

He hates that he’s let himself trust in your honesty, in your gifts, in your dinners, in your kindness- he hates your truth and he hates this clawing in his chest.

But what kind of friend would he be if he left you feeling so guilty? After all, you’d just run into his arms afterwards.

“I was just surprised, is all. I’m sorry that I made you upset,” Akechi smiles, insincere once again.

“Are you sure?” You look at him with the most curious eyes, “I’m sorry if I made things weird by introducing him, really.”

“Please, don’t worry about it,” Akechi attempts to console you by putting a hand on your shoulder. “I’m just happy you’re happy. After all this time of complaining, haha.”

Your hand meets his and squeezes it slightly. “Thanks Akechi, it really means a lot.”

He takes one more look at you, holding his hand and smiling so, so genuinely at him.

“Anytime, y/n,” He says.

You leave the restaurant with Ren and he sees him pull you tight as you walk away. He sees the way you stare at him, lovingly, in a way that you’ve never looked at him. He sees you go to intertwine your hands. He sees Ren hold your chin and bring your face closer. Akechi looks away.

Admiring a distance is bullshit if he’s just watching you be stolen away by him. Admiring from a distance would be fine if it was anyone other than him.

It’s just gonna be one more reason as to why he needs to plant a bullet in your boyfriend’s skull.

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Ren's part, it kinda sucks because it was before my writers glow up ehehehhehehe

Hope you enjoyed it! I got so excited writing for my pookie Akechi that I ended up finishing this in an afternoon lolol. Also I ended up placing an order for persona merch because of this JFDSJJKFADSFJ. I just love my baby he's my forever boy &lt;3

Let me know how you guys think I characterized him!! I love my babby rsfwaeajfjrewo

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[akirawrites24]

Hello may I be fad with Yandere Akechi HC ?

YES

Yandere!Goro Akechi x Reader

Fandom: Persona 5

Warning: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior

_______

Will stalk you.

Where you are he is there too.

If you are a Phantom Thief, he is already watching you since Madarame's Palace.

You are in Mementos? He is thinking of using a sleep vial on you as Black Mask (before he joined the team)

If the plan failed on November 20th, prepare to be locked up by him forever.

He won't hurt or abuse you, he doesn't wanna become like his foster families.

Sae is wondering why he looks so happy when Joker 'killed' himself.

Loves to touch your hair.

He will manipulate you into thinking he is the only one there for you.

Choice is yours.

Are you gonna keep fighting and keep your will of rebellion?

Or are you gonna comply to find a way out later, but fall for him anyway and lose your rebellion?

[narrators-journal]

Persona Masterlist: Eternal punishment

Kinktober was too powerful, but at least I'm having fun naming these!

previous masterlist: Here

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Created: 10/3/23

Updated: 6/30/24

Fanfiction: x

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Scenario: \\\

NSFW: *

Ask: ^

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Persona 2

🔧 Tatsuya Suou 🔧

Regular content

Caught off gaurd \\\^*

💐 Tatsujun 💐

Regular content

Keeping the spark alive \\\^*

Yandere content

Sweet dreams \\\^*

👮 Katsuya suou 👮

Regular content

Home videos \\\^*

Wire tap that \\\^*

On the job \\\^*

🕶️ Baofu 🕶️

Regular content

Home videos \\\^*

A secret valentine \\\^

Wire tap that \\\^*

🎤 Eikichi Mishina 🎤

Regular content

A steamy Siren's call \\\^*_

The scorpions sting can be oh so sweet \\\*

The lethality of the persona bites //

sing little song bird \\\*

🏵 Miyabi Hanakouji 🏵

Regular content

Sing little song bird \\\*

Gal pals \\\^*

💕 Lisa Silverman 💕

Regular content

Sing little song bird \\\*

💬 Chikarin Ueda 💬

Regular content

Sing little song bird \\\*

Gal pals \\\^*

Persona 3

💀 ryomina 💀

Regular content

New moon \\\^*

Full moon \\\^*

Strawberry scented \\\

Mine \\\^

Consequences \\\^

Silence is golden \\\^

Silence is golden v.2.0 \\\

Yandere/dark content

Anniversary lilies \\\^*

Winter is a lovely season for romance and funerals TOC x*

Don't you dare (make me fall in love with you) \\\^

Yandere!Ryomina x reader //

Photogenic \\\

Ring, ring \\\

Just a dream \\\

🥀 ryoji mochizuki 🥀

Regular content

Crime and punishment \\\^*

Yandere/dark content

My bloody valentine \\\^_

The lethality of the persona bites //

🌼 Elizabeth 🌼

Regular content

Breed the Easter bunny \\\^*

The honeymoon phase \\\^*

Knock before you enter! \\\^*

🍾 Mitsuru Kirijo 🍾

Regular content

Crime and punishment \\\^*

Exam day \\\^*

🌸 yukari takeba 🌸

Regular content

Crime and punishment \\\^

🌙 minato arisato/Makoto yuuki 🌙

Regular content

Crime and punishment \\\^*

Today's the day \\\^

A creative use for personas \\\^*

🥊akihiko sanada 🥊

Regular content

Crime and punishment \\\^*

🤖 aigis 🤖

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Crime and punishment \\\^*

⚾️ Junpei iori ⚾️

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Crime and punishment \\\^*

📕 fuuka yamagishi 📕

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Crime and punishment \\\^*

Regular content

Crime and punishment

Persona 4

🌼 Margaret 🌼

Regular content

Compliments \\\^*

Wish you were here \\\^*

The honeymoon phase \\\^*

Welcome back, dear \\\^*

The birds teach the bees \\\^

👓 Yu Narukami 👓

Regular content

Dessert before dinner \\\^*

Compliments \\\^*

Breed the Easter bunny \\\^*

The birds and the bees, the squeakquel \\\^

Wish you were here \\\^*

The honeymoon phase \\\^*

The birds finally meet the bees \\\^

Welcome back, dear \\\^*

🧡 souyo 🧡

Regular content

It's only gay if you kiss \\\^*

Dom/sub dynamic ideas //^*

🎎 Kanji Tatsumi 🎎

regular content

Take ten \\\^*

Loosen up \\\^*

Double trouble \\\^*

🌟 rise kujikawa 🌟

Regular content

Double trouble \\\^*

Persona 5/royal

🏴‍☠️ Ryuji sakamoto 🏴‍☠️

Regular content

Just relax and enjoy yourself \\\^*_

Just a normal lunch date \\\^*_

Draw me like one your french girls \\\^

Paint me like one of your anatomy studies \\\^

A midnight visitor \\\^*

🐈 akira kurusu/Ren amamiya 🐈

Regular content

Bow to your emperess \\\^*

The lethality of the persona bites //

☕️ Haru okumura ☕️

Regular content

Bow to your emperess \\\^*

How to get a promotion 101 \\\^*

🦞 Yusuke Kitagawa 🦞

Regular content

Just a normal lunch date \\\^*_

Draw me like one of your french girls \\\^

Paint me like one of your anatomy studies \\\^

A midnight visitor \\\^*

🔫 akeshu 🔫

Regular content

Smile for the camera \\\^*

A wolf in sheep's clothing \\\^*

Calling collect \\\^*

Yandere/dark content

My crown jewel \\\^*

🔪 Goro akechi 🔪

Regular content

Human nature \\\^*

The lethality of the persona bites //

Dark/yandere content

Blackmail \\\^*

👩‍⚖️ Sae Nijima 👩‍⚖️

Regular content

The perfect method of stress relief \\\^*

Wish you were here \\\^*

Loosen up \\\^*

Welcome back, dear \\\^*

🐼 Makoto Nijima 🐼

Regular content

Peep show \\\^*

🐆 Ann Takamaki 🐆

Regular content

Who needs implants with shadows like these? \\\^*

Take Ten \\\^*

Double trouble \\\^*

👩‍⚕️ Tae Takemi 👩‍⚕️

Regular content

Check up \\\^*

Loosen up \\\^*

Sneak peeks

Crude jokes are my specialty!

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DESPERATE MEASURES

after weeks of helplessly watching as he loses you to the leader of the phantom thieves, he can no longer sit back and do nothing. an innocuous message later and he lures you to this month’s palace to settle things once and for all. as they say, desperate means come to desperate measures. ft. goro akechi

— THEMES: yandere au, gender neutral reader, major spoilers, the palace is left ambiguous, goro has his hand around the reader’s neck at the end, fear, dark themes, implied romantic relationship with joker.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI | 18+

Your throat burns with every inhale you take. Your legs ache with each lunge and every step across the floor beneath. Your entire being desperately seeks a respite that you won’t allow yourself to have. No. Not won’t, but can’t, because if you stop, you’re screwed.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been running for and such a thing is beyond irrelevant in the current moment, but you hope that whatever time frame it has been since you’ve stepped foot in the cognitive realm ignites a spark of concern in someone to help you get out of this mess. What you do know is that no matter where you go, you’re met with the terrifying realization that you’re nowhere close to the exit than you were when you first started. The walls and decorations strewn about blurred together into splatters of color than any coherent hint that could have given you a general idea of your current location on the static mental image of the Palace map your teammates collected. It felt more like running in an endless loop than through a complex labyrinth that you thought you knew well enough to confidently traverse, but your increasing panic was doing numbers on you. From your composure, to your recollection of what you thought you knew by heart, and ending at the dwindling stamina by tearing it to shreds as you would with a wrapped present. The metaphor was rather savage, but so was he and you were sure he’d do just that to you.

He was there before you could move to turn the corner and he was there when you looked back. He was everywhere, and it made you start to wonder if it was really him or a haunting fragment of your imagination being used against you. It was as though he was shifting the cognition to his every whim to frighten you enough that you ended up pleading for mercy, or to simply wait until you tired yourself out of health and magic. Or maybe he just liked to see you defeated at his feet. Or rather, to make sure you couldn’t wander too far from his bloodied grasp without him allowing you to do so first. All of those theories seemed rational enough, but you’d never know with him. What did you know? Apparently nothing because he read you like an open book from front to back and took elaborate notes that made you question how much you knew about yourself. He knew what to do to bend you to his very will to allow yourself to willingly step into his trap, what to say to the newest member of the Thieves without eliciting suspicion because you knew no better. How predictable were you to someone like him? The maniac laughter that echoed through the halls and your ears became a cruel answer that you would have rather done without.

Any and all items that Joker had given to you throughout your journey as Phantom Thieves had been used up early on in this wicked game of cat-and-mouse you had no say in joining. They left you with pockets lined with wrappers and bottles that you didn’t dare toss behind you in fear he’d use that as a trail, but a small voice whispered in your ear that he knew regardless. The recently awakened wildfire of willpower that allowed you to summon your Persona was but a meager flame that became impossible to reignite when any and all of the matches in your palms slipped between your fingers like grains of sand. You could feel the spirit of rebellion deep within you and the fact that you were still in your getup and had your mask was a relieving sign that it was still there, but no matter how many times you tried to call out for it or extend your hand outward for that resolute power it felt so far away like a distant memory. You were sure your lack of experience had something to do with that, but it didn’t help that you had used some of it up before the chase and during it to get through the Shadows blocking your escape.

The ammunition to your firearm had replenished itself countless times after successful chains of counterattacks against Shadows you were unfortunate enough to be caught by. You liked to think that it was out of your own budding talent that you managed to escape in one piece, but also a miracle that you were able to get away before something far more sinister started to nip at your heels. You could always start chucking the empty bottles of what were once healing items at him if you grew desperate enough in hopes that it would slow him down. Your time was limited, but the longer you were caught by a create naive to your turmoil, the sooner he would draw near. It’s thanks to the team leader that your weapon has several upgrades—an unprompted yet generous decision—that you were sure that you could take down any opponent who stood in your way. Any that didn’t resist or block them, in any case, but knocking them down at the very least long enough for you to flee the least you asked for.

Shadows were one thing and something you had grown accustomed to battling knowing that it was being of distortion, but using your weaponry against another person? This was a matter of life and death—if not yours, then that of someone you treasured dearly—but could you pull the trigger on him? Someone who had a life outside of the Metaverse and actual flesh? Someone you knew and cared about? How could you care about someone who was doing this to you? You wondered, but that didn’t stop the memories you cherished from appearing at the forefront of your mind, almost chipping away your caution. Once cherished. Not anymore. Your finger rested on the trigger, but struggled to find the resolve to squeeze when his charming smile and memories of the fun hangouts materialized. Trying to use your blade on him was no easier, but the phantom feeling of plunging it deep into his chest left you borderline nauseous. You hated it, and you hated him. You hated yourself most of all for falling into the same trap thousands of other people have before you and it wasn’t until now that you actually started to care.

Thinking of his calculated but easy smile, every feature that you found to be quite attractive and flattering not too long ago, rekindled the memory of the catalyst of the game you were tossed into. His slaughter of Shadows left and right fueled what was meant to be a passionate confession that became warped and vile in seconds until he refused to hear what you were saying at all. You had never seen the Detective Prince lose his composure before, so his sudden fit of anger-induced hysterics was terrifying. The princely garb of red, white, and gold was consumed by a dark miasma until it was replaced by black and blue with shredded ends and a dark helmet. The sight of it and the wicked smile fit the descriptor you had only heard mentions of from your teammates. You didn’t believe it at first, this couldn’t be happening, but it wasn’t until he mercilessly slaughtered the appearing Shadows with twisted taunts and screams. It only got worse when one tried to attack you, where his anger seemed to become significantly worse despite your attempts of calming him and yourself down.

You expected him to summon Robin Hood in all of his glory, and yet it didn’t appear. Instead, he called a different name entirely. One you recognized from folklore alone, but as a Thief who believed they knew their ally, it was totally foreign. There was something undoubtedly regal and heroic about it in appearance, and the massive insignia on its chest amplified that. The way its cape flapped behind it was majestic and you’d never forget how it protected you without Crow’s command, as well as the way it looked at you before it disappeared: with nothing but human affection. What stood in Robin Hood’s place was a massive and lanky entity that sat perched on a red blade pierced into the ground, hunched over with a hand against its cheek. With two long horns that curled behind it, it was covered in asymmetrical black and white stripes with golden hooves and incredibly long braids tainted with red at the ends. It had no facial features, but its stare bore into you and the red smile that looked like it was scribbled on in marker unsettled you.

Loki.

Unable to continue any longer, your legs gave out from under you with a buckle and a surprised yelp. Nothing about what happened next registered in your head until there was a chill against your cheek that felt freaking amazing against your sweat-soaked skin and you were pressed against smooth tiles. Your vision was hazy at best, but what you could make out was the weakened distortion sitting right in front of you. You knew you couldn’t stay in there for any longer than a minute, but you didn’t know how much longer you could keep pushing yourself on fear and determination to escape alone. Your arms and legs trembled as you tried to pick yourself back up and refused to allow you on your aching feet, so you crawled with whatever energy you could muster up. One arm and leg at a time, you dragged yourself forward as fast as you could but it felt more like crawling through quicksand, growing slower and slower until you were collapsed against the floor again. The best you could do was twitch your fingers and listen to the erratic and booming heartbeat in your ears, but you could go no further.

Get up. Your body remained still, unable to obey your command. Get. Up! He’ll-

A squeal of metal silenced everything around you and you froze as though your stillness would render you invisible, but you knew there wasn’t anything else you could do. If you believed hard enough, maybe you would and that this could be a cruel dream. Your eyes drew upwards as far as they could go where they caught onto the door sliding open. A flash of hope overcame you, that Joker and his miraculous powers were here to keep you safe as he had promised. You tried his name on your tongue, but your voice barely cracked out a syllable. A chuckle sounded, one you knew wasn’t your leader’s, and your blood ran cold. Dark shoes framed by blue and black wisps of cloth wandered closer until they were right in front of you, soon kneeling. He easily tossed you over onto your back, causing a wheeze to leave your lips and you should have socked him in the face for chuckling. Your anger must have been palpable because it only spurned him on a bit more as he lingered at your side, as if he wasn’t just chasing you.

You didn’t know what hurt more: Everywhere on your body, his betrayal, or the smile that brought on tainted memories you’d regretfully always cherish. It was as if nothing was going on at all, as if this was just another hangout between the two of you. The way his eyes closed as his lips turned upwards and poked into the bottom of his eyes, one you noticed that only occurred around you when it hardly reached his cheeks with others. A hint you blindly overlooked. Your fingers twitched again, and it was only then that you realized you were without your gun. You must have dropped it because it refused to materialize like your melee weapon, but even that proved difficult. You weren’t sure if he noticed your attempts, but if he did then he was certainly not giving you much of a reaction. He moved to be on top of you until he was straddling your hips and leaning over you where his breath fanned across your face. His hand curled around your throat but had yet to squeeze despite the twitching as the other rested on your cheek, gloved fingers brushing against the skin beneath your mask.

“I found you.”

[angxlyxn]

satisfaction - goro akechi x reader

summary: akechi does not take kindly to misbehavior. 

warnings: obsessive behavior, a leetle yandere-ish, verbal/physical abuse, rough sex, hair pulling, degradation, nsfw.

a/n: I LOVE GORO AKECHIF

word count: ~1.2k

"So dumb, so pathetic to bend at my every whim, and yet so perfect for it." Goro stood over you, wistful eyes not able to conceal the expression of scorn on his face.  He gazed down, tracing his eyes from your bruised knees, which were pressing oh so alluringly into the hardwood floor all the way up to your eyes, gleaming with cresting tears.  He folded his hands over his lap, feeling a slight hard-on coming on.

He really should humiliate you for what you did.  Of everything that he expected from you, he never had considered that you would throw yourself at someone as... as repulsive as Akira.  He remembered how you had pleaded with him after, begging and griping at his feet, trying to convince him that it was just a friendly conversation, that you would never be so inclined towards the phantom thief.  To doubt him was a comparable sin to the actual offense.  After all, he knew what was best for you.  You weren't allowed to decide for yourself- or rather, you weren't informed enough. So naive and stupid were you, he really did have to do everything for you.  

He deserved a reward. He wanted to push his control over you, make you afraid and yet so aroused and completely at his disposal.   

"Down," he spoke simply. You knew the command. You had been through this same process of punishment many times before, any possible defiance leaving your body as you pressed your head to the floor, bowing down to him and leaving your ass up.  He let his hands fall, revealing the tent in his pants that was ever hardening at your submission.  To turn him on like this would be unforgivable- if you were anyone else than his favorite angel, his little doll.  He shant succumb to the pressure of cheap arousement, but the things you did to him made him feel so weak, so inferior.  Even so, he was truly better than you in every way.  He knew it, he knew he was. He was superior, better than you could ever be, better than anyone...

He lifted his foot and, before he could think about what he was doing, placed it upon the crook of your neck, pushing you down further.  Your eyes squinted in pain as your forehead rubbed against the rough hardwood.  The position, however, was far more humiliating than it was painful.  Bowing there, you were reduced to nothing more than a slave, a toy for the prince to pander with.  And that he did.

And still, Goro hated you.  Hated the memories of how he molded you into the perfect partner for him, hated that he always had to hurt you in the way he did. And yet, he so hated how he would search for reasons to reprimand you.  He hated how much of an angel you were, how utterly saintly you were, only for him. 

He emerged from his cacophony of thoughts, peering at you through long lashes.  He felt as his pants grew unbearably tight, chafing against his erect cock.  How arousing you were, with your arched back, ass on display like a cheap whore.  The things you did to him were ungodly, but the things he wished he could do to you were much more devious, many of them qualifying as morally unethical. Although, how could he help these sick fantasies of his when you looked like this? When you acted like this!

You quivered, involuntarily putting on a show for him. His boot was still against your head, although the strength of his press had slightly let up as he wandered through his thoughts.

He considered a bit before removing his foot from you, visible relief passing through your body as you shuddered from the lack of contact.  Your little victory was short-lived, however, as the prince spoke once more, voice thick with poorly concealed lust.

"Come.." he started. "I need... " he grunted through his words, shaky breathing nearly in time with yours. "Come atone for what you did." 

You raised your head, finally bringing yourself up to meet his crimson eyes, which were veiled behind his fluttering eyelids.  

You looked up at him, testing your luck as you braced yourself against the floor, preparing to walk over to him and save yourself the embarrassment of crawling like a puppy to his feet. 

However, a hum came from his mouth.  A drawling, condescending sound, wordlessly telling you to stay on your knees, where you belong.  You clenched your hands against the floor, assuming all fours as you sheepishly crawled towards the male, face flushing as you felt his red gaze burn itself into your back.

He cleared his throat, signifying for you to stop at his feet, which you did.  Sitting back onto your knees, you raised a pair of shaking hands toward his crotch, carefully unbuckling his belt before fumbling with his pants button, erection brushing against your hands and eliciting a cringe from you, even though you had done this many a time before.  You braced yourself, eyelids squeezing together as you pulled on the zipper of his pants.

You were so adorable.  Goro felt his cock spring free, nearly moaning as you handled it, ever so carefully maneuvering the substantial length from his pants. 

Your chest shoved itself against his knees, a few kitten licks being pressed to the tip of his length.  Goro groaned at the contact, but impatiently grabbed your hair, forcing you around him and causing you to gag, a pathetic sound.  The friction of your helpless noises only spurred him on, long digits finding your hair and digging into your skull.  You were whimpering now, tears wetting your cheeks just as he grew slicker with each moment. He thrusted into you, his angel’s mouth reduced to a fleshlight as he did so.  But you deserved it.  You deserved everything he decided to give you, every slap, every meaningless fuck, every week without food.  He loved you so much, and he knew that you returned it.  You were made to service him, and you were well aware of your place.

Goro felt himself approaching his climax, deep growls falling from his lips.  His mouth spilled venom, mutterings of worthlessness raining down on you.  He finally stilled, and you gasped for breath around him, hungry for air as a drowned man would be.  He soon released, seed spurting against your throat and coating your aching mouth.  His head was thrown back in ecstasy, eyes crossing and watering with pleasure.  

“Swallow,” he demanded, a deathly command seeping out from his breathy voice.  You obeyed, cringing as you did so.  

The prince was satisfied now.

[cryo-regalia]

Hi there! I was wondering if I could request a headcanon of yandere Goro Akechi with the reader being friends with Ren?

headcanons of the reader being best friends with the leader of the phantom thieves, much to a certain detective prince’s irritation ft. goro akechi

— THEMES: yandere au, gender neutral reader, death mentions, violence, unhealthy coping mechanisms, extreme possession, major character spoilers.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+

Despite his massive popularity as a the Detective Prince and all of the achievements that brought his name great fame, Goro Akechi is incredibly lonely. Frankly speaking, you’re the only person he can safely call a friend or a partner if you’ve gotten to that point with him, both titles requiring an extensive amount of trust to truly earn. Outwardly he may be warm to the idea of you being sociable to other people your age, such as your classmates and those you may be in a club with, but internally he cannot stand the thought of that. Your eyes should be on him alone, your words should be in response to his own or to start a conversation with him only. Your time should be spent on him, not some nobody with nothing to their name or accomplishments that meant nothing in the end. Worry not, he’d be sure to do the same in return, it would be unfair otherwise. But he knows that, despite his urges and wants to rip you away from the vile eyes of the corrupt society, he couldn’t. Suspicion would fall on him quickly and though it would be easy to direct it to someone else, the fact that he was focused on at all would be concerning should he be careless about being so controlling in public.

Akechi has fantastic control of his emotions and feelings in front of people, that is unquestionable. Whether it be in front of someone he doesn’t have the tolerance for or a camera is faced in his direction, he keeps his cool and his charisma shines. Sometimes he may be firm when standing up for his thoughts and beliefs, no matter how ridiculed he may become because of them, but he never wavers. He’s outwardly friendly and gentlemanly, upholding a sense of justice against the Phantom Thieves that the people of Japan vehemently believed in until they sided against them. It was ironic, how they turned their backs on the heroes so quickly and praised him endlessly. It filled him with a sense of pride knowing that no matter what would happen, he would eventually be able to get the ignorant masses to see things the way he did. It did have to involve a little behind the scenes action, but nothing he wasn’t used to getting his hands dirty for. 

His manipulation, however, was never used on you. The thought of such almost made him laugh, like he was just told a joke found amusing for once unlike the ridiculous squabble of television newscasters. You, the very person who could sometimes see through the facade and care for him regardless how much of a vile monster he knew he truly was. A regular man wouldn’t feel so numb taking the life of another, and sometimes he didn’t see himself as human because of the nonchalance of ridding the world of those in his way. He’s sure to never tell you of what he actually does, even if you have a Persona of your own and can freely travel to the Metaverse, unsure of how you’d react to it. He sometimes offhandedly alludes to it, but stresses his anger to cover for it before you could connect any pieces. You’re smart, he knows that very well, so he’s careful not to be too relaxed about his pent up self. You assure him that he doesn’t need to act so fake around you and while he is appreciative of such a kindness (something genuine he has never felt in so long), he knows his true self as Goro Akechi may scare you away and that’s not something he could ever live with.

But when he sees you spending your time with him and finds out that the two of you are friends, Goro is unbelievably pissed and has never felt such vehement anger in so long towards anyone but his scumbag father. Don’t worry, it’s not directed towards you. You don’t know any better, he convinces himself. Not yet anyways, and even if the sight of you alone brings him some comfort, it doesn’t last long with that attic-living nobody taking up your precious time and being undeserving of witnessing your smile. The way he wishes that they were in the Metaverse to settle things then and there, to get his greatest rival out of the way once and for all. He silently applauds himself for keeping his composure (a feat he still is proud of considering how close he was to acting out) but doesn’t know how long that will stay given how often he has no other option but to speak with him: Ren Amamiya. But he cannot go without his questions, his suspicions of this relationship you have.

How long has this lasted for? As unlikely as it was, were you two pen pals or had some kind of knowledge of one another before he was transferred to Shujin from wherever he came from? It was an item of information he found irrelevant (an excuse to blow over the steam of being unable to find out where exactly) so he didn’t think much of it when everything took place in Shibuya. Or did you unfortunately hit it off not long after his arrival, similarly to his relation to Ryuji Sakamato and Ann Takamaki, as he learned from the Kamoshida case and school girls who played right into his hand. “I’m just making sure my partner isn’t getting themselves into any trouble, that’s all,” he would smoothly retort when asked about his prying. It wasn’t a complete lie, but not entirely truthful. He needed information on Ren as it was, to plan for his ultimate downfall and Goro’s grand success, but finding this out was the icing on the cake.

Goro has heard of friendships in which each party consents to affectionate that could be done within a romantic relationship and yet kept things platonic and just hopes that it’s not something you’re part of. Oh, he doesn’t have a negative view of it! He holds no opinion as long as it’s behind closed doors like all other affection, unless it came to you in which he would happily let you hang off of him if you so desired. It was a bit hypocritical, but who wasn’t at least once in their life? But if he saw you being so doting on anyone but him, Ren especially, he’d flip his lid so fast. He’d keep his cool, but there’s an obvious edge of passive-aggressiveness, if not almost completely the latter, that makes itself known. Many of his fans have fawn over this, calling him the perfect boyfriend for being so protective over his partner, and he’s come to accept that. At first, he labeled it as hardcore possession, but now he sees it as him protecting what’s his and keeping you far, far away from that nobody before he stole you away from him, too.

Even if you are against it, fully committed to him and him alone, he’s still going to fight. It’s what he’s done all of his life and in his mind, Ren is a threat to him and his happiness with you. He’s seen how the bespectacled boy has raised his charm, easily swaying the ladies he’s surrounded himself with, and didn’t want you to fall prey to it. He trusts you immensely—it’s largely how you even got him to open up to you: trust—but bears his teeth in challenge towards his rival. Though he may not be much of a romantic and openly flirty, he will happily send gifts your way. Clothes, gaming consoles, books, magazines, imported ingredients, whatever you want. He may have blood relations to a certain politician, but he’s more than he would ever be and won’t use dirty money for his darling. Instead, he uses his own. He has plenty saved up in a bank account thanks to his popularity and isn’t afraid to spend some on you if you ask for something or your eye lingers on something for a few seconds longer than usual, something he easily catches onto.

As said before, he keeps his cool composure to the best of his ability. He won’t let anyone unravel him so easily and refuses to ever let that happen, no matter the situation. He was used to keeping his reputation stable in front of the public eye, but all he cared about was making sure your trust and belief in him remained unwavering. But away from the public eye and deep within the Metaverse, he could let loose and release the pent up fury on whatever got in his way. Shadow after Shadow would be slain, and if he encountered a Palace ruler, he’d take his anger out on them as he did with Okumura, who deserved more than what he got if he asked him. He would never be able to do something like this in the real world, even if he wanted to. Their eyes, they were always watching him, listening to every word he said. His reputation was like glass all thanks to those damn Phantom Thieves of Hearts: quick to shatter and crumble should he make one wrong move. But he had you, and that’s all he would ever need. He had you, after all. What else could he ever need? The thought of you, his perfect darling, by his side brought him a sense of comfort, but thinking back to those who tried to steal you away from him just fueled the fire.

“They’re mine, you hear me?! They’re mine! They’re mine! They’re mine! You won’t take them away from me!”

It may take him a couple of days, sometimes more and other times less, until he’s feeling a bit better and it’s obvious by the lack of tension in his shoulders and the way he carries himself. Of course, you’d only have to have a keen eye to observe something like that, but he’d never admit to it to anyone but you if you prodded him enough. He still clings onto his anger like a helpless child, but he’s blown off enough steam to be able to keep himself calm in the public eye if someone happens to get on his nerves. But that doesn’t stop him from following you, forcing himself into your business with or without your knowledge, whether you like it or not. If he heard that you made plans with Ren, then he’d be all up in that and drop most of his plans because he “wasn’t feeling well”. Feel like someone’s watching and that you have someone staring into your head? Feel like someone’s listening? Yep, it’s Goro Akechi. Of course, he stays out of sight and remains as inconspicuous as possible from you, Ren, and his fanbase. But he is there, and he is watching for as long as you’re out with him.

He’d try to be as calm and collected about it as possible if he ends up getting caught in his stalking or other behaviors, even going as far as to pretend to be concerned. A small part of him does worry about you getting caught up in his mess, something he tries to avoid at all costs. If there’s anything he and Ren agree on, it’s not getting you involved in anything you don’t need to be. If you’re a member of the Phantom Thieves, they know you can defend yourself, but they’ve encountered Shadows and Palace rulers who (at least, initially) overpowered them and put their lives in critical danger. He normally wouldn’t care if someone got involved, he’d take care of them as needed, but this was you. His darling. He can’t lose you, and he would lose a piece of himself should anything happen to you. He didn’t want to think about having your blood on his hands and genuinely didn’t know how he would react should something happen to you that meant you left him in a way he couldn’t get you back.

“You know,” he’d start, his words drawn out for a few seconds longer than usual. His eyes remained forward, but he could feel them. The stares, the ears of the nosy crowd around them. God, he hated it. Just look away, stop listening, leave him alone! His throat became tight as he tried to contain all of his frustration and bottle it up as he always had, an unhealthy habit he had yet to break. He fixed his stance and glanced to you, a wave of calmness coming over him that was visible in his expression. His fingers, still as his hands dangled at his side and free of his briefcase, brushed against your skin, just barely curling around yours to be as subtle as possible. “He’s a criminal. Do you really want to be friends with someone who can hurt you? Don’t misinterpret my words, I’m only looking out for you and your safety. I’ll always be here to protect you. Put your life in my hands, I’ll keep you safe from harm no matter what it takes.”

© cryo-regalia, all rights reserved. do not edit, translate, or edit my work.

[belphiesreverie]

Heya my good dear Caitie waity! May I humbly request headcanons for yandere akechi and how he would try to get close to his darling? They are kind of oblivious to any red flags and how he tries to reel them in? Thank youuu 🥺💕

Hello my good dear Lena, you most certainly can. Thank you for letting me indulge in my yandere Akechi brainrot 🥺💕💕💕

Akechi is very good with his words, that much is obvious. He’s able to sweet talk his darling with no issues, knowing exactly what they want to hear. He’s so used to acting for the cameras, a little more acting to get his darling to trust him is hardly anything difficult for him

He understands the boundaries that he cannot cross at the beginning to ensure his darlings comfort. He’ll try to keep his possessiveness and his jealousy under control so as to not scare them off immediately. If he does happen to accidentally say something that makes his darling uncomfortable, he’s quick to cover it up as a joke and make them forget about it

The more time he spends with them, the more he’ll analyse their tolerance to... unique ways of showing his friendship. Slowly but surely, he’ll amp up the possessiveness, making it seem normal. Akechi is a good guy, you can trust him right? He’s just bad at relationships, he isn’t doing this on purpose

Will definitely guilt trip his darling into feeling bad for him and wanting to stop associating with him. They are all he has, they can’t just leave him because he’s a little bit too possessive over their time or his grip is a little bit too strong. If they leave him, he’ll have nobody by his side

Any friends who try and convince his darling they are spending too much time with him are the ones he convinces them to cut off first. Of course, they’re all going to be gone eventually, but getting rid of the ones who are directly opposing him to begin with is the easiest to convince his darling of. Simply telling his darling that they’re being toxic and controlling by dictating who they should be spending their time with despite the fact that’s what he’s doing and getting his darling to block them is far too easy

The hard part is trying to convince his darling to cut off the others. He has to be more discreet about this, since they aren’t doing anything outwardly that he can oppose to. Perhaps spreading some rumours about them, fabricating some accusations, telling his darling that he’s scared of them as they admitted to being a crazy fan, he’ll stoop as low as he needs to in order to secure his position as their only trusted friend. And when he gets to that point, he’ll move onto a romantic pursuit, knowing fully well how he can manipulate them. He has them in the palm of his hand after all

[frickingnerd]

i'll keep you safe forever

pairing: goro akechi x gn!reader

summary: akechi wants to keep you away from everyone, locking you away in his appartment. but can he truly keep you to himself?

tags: yandere!akechi, akechi isolating reader, lonely!reader

“i don't wanna be here anymore…”

akechi had kept you in this lovely home, your own golden cage, where he drowned you in affection, presents and the best food tokyo had to offer. but despite all his efforts to keep you happy, you still longed to leave the apartment and see the world outside again.

“what are you saying, darling?” akechi's voice was tense, yet he tried to sound sweet. your words wounded him and he tried not to let it show. “you're safe here. i keep you safe, i give you everything you want, so what more could you want?”

“i… i love you, but–” akechi knew nothing good could come from you sugarcoating your answer with an ‘i love you’ first. “but i miss my friends…”

there was a long moment of silence. akechi wanted you to be happy, he truly did! but he knew letting you leave to see your friends, who were such an active threat to his relationship with you, wasn't possible.

“and if they got to visit you here? wouldn't it be lovely if all of us got to spend some time together?”

your friends never liked akechi much. at first, they admired the detective prince. but when they began to notice how he isolated you, they began to despise the boy for it.

“i-i'd like that very much!” you smiled softly. “it's been sooo long since i saw them…”

[wandering-hearts-and-a-crow]

Could I please have a scenario where Akechi and Akira fighting over a fem reader and just deciding to work together instead of fighting pls I love your writing!!

aaa!!! of course, little gem! i’ve actually had a similar idea and tbh you have given me an excuse to actually write it. though, to be fair, i will take any excuse to write for akechi, considering i’m more fond of him than i should be. thank you so much!

title: coexistence

pairing: yandere!akechi goro x fem!reader x yandere!akira kurusu

fandom: persona 5/persona 5 royal

tw: yandere, toxic/unhealthy behaviors, toxic/unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, emotional manipulation, akechi is emotionally dependent on the reader

Life with Akechi wasn’t terrible, more recently. It wasn’t good, but it was better than when he’d first... ‘brought you home.’ 

You really did feel bad for him. He was a lonely boy, and one that was being taken advantage of by adults around him. You hardly doubted he received any affection with substance, unlike the attention he got from his fans. So, when you decided to actually try to become his friend, it ended up like this. 

He ended up emotionally relying on you, and you had little other choice to accept it, being his anger, loneliness, or anything else. Who was going to believe some random girl when she said that the “detective prince” Akechi had been keeping her captive, after all? Very few would believe you. Many would brush it off as just you slandering him. 

You really were numb to the situation, for the most part. The one thing that kept you going was hope that you’d see Akira again. So you smiled, grinned, and bared through all Akechi had been putting you through. Right now, he was curled against you, asleep. 

He almost looked cute, like a peaceful little kid. But you knew sooner or later, you’d see his cyanide-laced smile, and you would be in for hell once more. You ran your fingers through his hair once in a while, and tried not to remember your attempt at escaping him one of the other times he did this. You nearly shuddered at the thought. 

Sighing softly, you adjusted your position slightly and closed your eyes with a small frown. You almost didn’t hear the door open as you drifted off, yourself.

-

When you woke, you saw something... unexpected. You blinked the blurriness from your eyes and stared for a few minutes, at Akira. It was a little bit of a shock to see him there. But the main reason you woke up wasn’t because of the hostility in both his and Akechi’s tones as they spoke, or the rising volume. It was because Akechi held you against him so tightly, it hurt.  “G-goro... pl-please loosen up a bit,” you murmured tiredly. “It hurts.”

“I don’t think I can let go of my most precious person when a filthy thief has come to steal her away from me. Especially since he’s had delusions about dating you since before I brought you home.” 

You looked at Akira in confusion, but his face, as always, was a mystery to you. 

“I don’t want to fight, Akechi. Just give her back, please.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. Not even for my dear rival.”

It was hard to piece together the chain of events that occurred next. First, it got loud. Then, you were tossed onto the bed, behind Akechi. And, after a few moments of grappling between the two, you were now sandwiched between the two. It all happened so fast, and you couldn’t make out what they’d been saying while things had gotten physical between them, but it seemed that they came to an agreement.

It was hard enough to think about getting home with just Akechi to worry about. And now that they’d decided to coexist, Akechi and Akira weren’t going to let you go. 

[shadow-scenarios]

i have a cute request!! what about a reader who was childhood friends w akechi and she wanted to grow up and be an idol to make him smile with happy songs!! n when they meet again when theyre older, she became an idol, but admits to him how she got there wasnt good n tells him about all her bad corrupt manager whos a creep :(

This is indeed a cute request, Anon!!

Hope you like what I wrote. :)

I don’t know if you wanted this to be platonic or romantic so I tried to leave it open-ended.

- Nexus.

Crow { Goro Akechi }

✧ As he was passed around from foster home to foster home, Akechi commonly found himself alone. What was the point of making friends if he was only going to be tossed away by the institutions that were claiming to take care of him?

✧ Even at such a young age, he was intelligent enough to know not to get attached. No one cared after he moved. Then he met her.

✧ She was... Interesting. Despite his stormy disposition to most of the other kids, she would always meander over during lunch. Even if he refused to speak, she would either sit in silence next to him or talk about something that interested her.

✧ Then something strange happened. He began to talk back, slowly opening up. Although it would inevitably only be a few months until he was shipped away, Akechi opened up to someone. Conversation with her was difficult because he was slightly more mature than most his age but they eventually managed.

✧ Time passed & for a moment it almost seemed as if he was going to stay at this school longer then other places. Alas, it was soon announced that he was to move someone else. As soon as he told her, he thought that she would simply just leave, ending the friendship.

✧ Instead, she proclaimed that she was going to become an idol & make him smile again with her songs... He almost cried. Holding back tears, he took her hand & promised to hold her to it.

✧ Years later, Akechi remembered her name as though it were his own. Though he never found her on any magazines, so he began to lose hope that she had forgotten their promise together.

✧ Usually, he never paid attention to transfer students at Kosei High. The rumours were ridiculous enough as it was, some famous idol who had been gaining popularity lately. Perhaps it would take some of the attention off himself so he could focus on taking down the Phantom Thieves? At least he found it to be convenient timing until this mysterious figure introduced themselves to the class.

✧ Even though she had matured, there was no mistaking it. People were excitedly asking questions about wether she was actually the idol everyone had been seeing on TV & she merely smiled, telling them that yes, she was. Akechi almost fell out of his chair as she properly introduced herself. Still the same name he had kept close to his chest.

✧ After class, many were still interested. Mostly male fans who found her attractive but she was still kind & polite to all. When she peered over at him, he almost did a double-take. Eventually, satiated with their answers, the crowd dismissed into the congregation of the school corridors, leaving the room empty.

✧ Quickly, they became fast friends again. Rumours spread about the two dating but nothing ever came of it. It was simply the press going through the motions as an attempt to make themselves relevant. Such was the life of two celebrities.

✧ When she confides in him & talks about the manager who is a creep towards her, Akechi almost snaps there & then. He asks for their name, reassuring them that he will investigate as a detective. Although he focuses mainly on the Phantom Thieves, he would never turn away from her when she needed help the most.

✧ In actuality, he heads into the Metaverse to cause a mental shutdown. He spares no mercy & ensures that they suffer, eventually meeting a bitter end as he tears the Shadow apart using Loki.

✧ There are rumours that spread when it occurs, that she murdered him to get away or other wild theories but though it all he is there, telling them that it was what they deserved for even daring to be perverted towards them. Little does she know.

Word Count: 630

Publish Date: 10.10.20

[akirawrites24]

Oooh how about some jealous Yan!Goro x reader 👀

I did this already hehe

https://www.tumblr.com/akirawrites24/723838240932626432/hello-may-i-be-fad-with-yandere-akechi-hc?source=share

[sleepyxdarling]

Yandere Couples x reader!

These were supposed to be small..but I got excited.

Triggers:abuse, Obsessed behavior, suggestive words..I dunno

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"sho! They won't stop hiding under the covers! I wanna kiss their cute face!"

"just force them to move it zashi.."

You tried to tune the two heroes out as you pretended to be asleep but you knew you weren't fooling them. You felt hizashi rip the covers off you which made you hiss from the cold before feeling the warmth of his body on yours. If this was any other man you would be a flustered mess but since this was hizashi you tried to kick and scream your way out of this issue. This didn't stop the hero from giving you sweet kisses on your neck though he felt your nails digging into his neck and face.

"damn it [name]! Why can't you let me love you!? I just wanna hold you and kiss you!"

You said nothing as hizashi held his face and stormed out the room angrily to get first aid. You were about to curl back asleep but you felt a cold glare on you which made you shudder before sitting up. Aizawa was glaring pretty hard and when he walked over towards the bed the first place his hands were was in your hair.

"that's not nice kitten...you hurt zashi now come and apologize" he hissed out in a low tone as he stares into your eyes. You say nothing which made aizawa growl before he sat on the bed with you over his lap

"guess this Feisty kitten needs a punishment"

Let's just say after that you gave hizashi an apology which he of course accepted.

"how many times must we go over this my dear..I am are the master and you are the doll"

The sound of akechi's teasing sadistic tone rang through your ears as you sat on your knees between his legs eyeing up at him with a look of hatred. He was a good actor you had to give him that..out there he was the Charming prince detective but behind closed doors he was sadistic and cruel. You felt his gloved hands caress your face which was a little bruised up from him punishing your constant disobedience towards him.

"hey..tell me you love me" he whispers lowly as he rubbed his thumb against your bottom lip while having this prince like smile on his face as if that would sway your answer. You hated his guts and made that very clear.

"I rather die.." you spat out and grunted out when akechi slapped you hard enough to knock you down. He stood up and grabbed you by the hair and forced you to look at him. Akechi had a feral Expression on his face as he was clearly not in the mood for your disrespect.

"say it!"

"never!"

This earned you a knee to the stomach and he dropped you to the floor before kneeling down infront of you. He grabbed you by your face and locked eyes with you and your bleeding face.

"say...you love me..[name] or I will do a lot worse"

"now now..that's enough. Goro you are always so rough"

The sound of a smooth and calm voice caused you to look over at Akira who was still in his school uniform. He walked over to you and reached out to wipe the blood off your face with his thumb and he licked the red liquid off his finger. "Hi sweetie..was goro being mean again?" He spoke teasingly before he leaned over and gave akechi a kiss on the cheek.

"you both must have had a hard day..lets all take a bath then I will make us coffee" Akira was always the one who save you from akechi but to assume he was any less obsessed was a foolish mistake. Akira looked you over and he slowly slid his glasses off before setting them aside. The sight of you all bruised up and fragile just did something to him "actually...how about I kiss your wounds better before our bath" he whispers out in a seductive tone.

Akechi gave a smile as he lifted you up and tossed you on the bed "I'll make you say you love me..we will make you scream..won't we Akira?" Akechi questions as he turned towards his boyfriend before he helped him out off his shirt while kissing along his neck..you were in for a loooong night.

"yuri! Our angel still isn't eating!"

Victor's whined to yuri who was cleaning the kitchen. Victor eyed you from across the table and gave a worried look as you simply stated at your plate without touching a single thing. You haven't been eating,sleeping, or talking to the boys for two days straight and it was driving Victor insane.

"should I cook something else? What would you like sweetie?" Yuri asked as he wiped his hands on his apron before walking over and brushing some hair from your face. Your refusal to speak made Victor whine and impatiently tap his fingers in the table. Yuri sighs and glanced at Victor "vitya..can you feed her while I finish? She needs to eat" Yuri said softly before resuming what he was doing

Victor gave a smile as he moved his seat right next to you before picking up the chopsticks and tried to feed you some food but your jaw was locked no matter how hard Victor pressed the food against your lips. Victor lets out a small sigh "I don't wanna hurt you..but you have to eat" Victor said softly before he reached and tried squeezing your face til your mouth was forced open.

Victor shoved the food inside and gave a happy smile. When he noticed you weren't chewing he simply pulled you into his lap and held your nose closed with one hand while his free arm wrapped around your waist to lock you in place. You had to swallow if you needed air. After hearing you give a harsh gulp Victor unplugged your nose before nuzzling his face against your neck "good job!" He cheers out before peppering your neck with kisses. When you gave no response Victor bit down on your neck which made you gasp.

Yuri was finished and he walked over to you both before sitting infront of you. "[Name], you have to talk to us..this game isn't very fair" he said softly and you merely looked away. Yuri let out a tired sigh before he moved from his seat to his knees on the floor "guess we have to make you sing..right vitya?" Yuri asked as he was already removing your pants while Victor was kissing your neck "as much as I would love to hear them speak..hearing them moan is just as good."

[leblancc]

yandere headcanons

— summary: headcanons of a relationship between the yandere prince detective and his celebrity partner.

— themes: yandere tw, stalking, theft, implied death, invasion of privacy, major character spoilers, cut for length

As the majority of his fanbase is made up of females, from adolescent girls to grown adult women, it’s crucial that he keeps them around and on his side. Fans can be obsessive with their idol crushes, he easily concluded. They hold them up to unrealistic expectations, fantasizing about a relationship that could never come to fruition no matter how hard they begged their so-called god for even a chance to be with him or whatever star they happened to have their eye on. He’s seen the backlash various stars received when they became public about their romantic relationships and he wasn’t going to take his chances. It may not be career ending, but they were supporters lost and he learned very well how damaging ridicule could be for a career. He’s fairly confident that he could use the Metaverse to reverse anything that had gone wrong using the extraordinary abilities that he was granted, but some things could be far too broken to be repaired and he isn’t going to drag you into his mess. The Phantom Thieves, definitely, but never you. The only one who knows for sure that you’re in a relationship is your manager and he makes sure they keep it confidential. Sae had her suspicions but no concrete evidence to prove him guilty of having a secret and private relationship.

Shido finding out about you is the biggest reason why he’s so adamant about keeping your relationship with him a secret. He’s a high-ranking government official, soon to be Prime Minister, and has ruined so many people’s lives that Goro was sure he wasn’t even aware of half of the cases, and he didn’t want you to be one of them. His father probably doesn’t know much about you or your career and that won’t change as long as his missions remain successful, but he does worry about you being used as leverage or blackmail. So far you haven’t been but Masayoshi Shido is a dangerous man and he wasn’t going to underestimate the lengths he would go to in order to ensure his political success. He also just doesn’t want you to support his father at all or get involved in a world unfit for you, so he hardly mentions the man and if you ever ask to, he vehemently denies your request. If he could, Goro wouldn’t be involved in it either. He has no interest in the political world and only wormed himself in to get closer to his father so he could go through with his own justice. If anything happened to you or your beloved career because of him, it would only convince himself further to take care of the job once and for all. If he and the Phantom Thieves had one thing in common, it was stopping him and his reign once and for all.

A damn good actor, Goro can act his way through anything thrown his way and has for most of his life. When you first get into a relationship with him, it might be a bit jarring to see him act like you two are strangers and saying he hardly knows you in front of media outlets. This hurts him a lot more than he’d ever care to admit, but he reminds you how much he truly, genuinely cares for you when you’re out of the public’s eyes by holding you close, swearing himself to you and you alone and promising that he’d do anything you asked of him without question. Due to your different career choices, it isn’t too often that you both work together so there usually isn’t too much gossip about being seen with one another during work. However, there may be times where he may be investigating something nearby or loitering around the area in his free time for some fresh air and just so happens to run into you. He totally, definitely, didn’t realize that this is where you would be. Wink wink. If anyone asks about your relationship, he’s very casual about it and feigns embarrassment as if the thought of such flustered him. It’s like he hasn’t followed you around or hasn’t bookmarked your social media accounts on his phone with notification alerts on at all times or downloaded a tracking system on both of your phones to make sure you’re not going anywhere you’re not supposed to be.

“Oh, them? I must admit that their work is phenomenal, sadly I don’t always have time to indulge in it. It would nice to get to know them, however. :)”

A smooth lie through his teeth and no one even bat an eye, falling for it like naive children. He is so invested in your career and considers himself to be your number one fan—buys the first of every piece of merchandise, tickets for the sake of memorabilia even if he doesn’t actually go, saves pictures of the two of you in his wallet, collects CD’s, and so on. If a particular opportunity excites you and you get the chance to take part in it, he supports you throughout the journey. Unless it requires you to travel out of the country, of course. He needs you with him. You can’t leave, that’s like leaving him, he stresses. Doesn’t let up until you give in and pass the chance where he’ll proceed to cling onto you like if he let go you’d disappear forever and it takes some time for him to agree to let go for you to have your space back. He constantly reminds you that if you’re ever in trouble and run into someone who’s bothering you to call him and he’ll run over as fast as he possibly can to handle the situation. Has a small grudge against your bodyguards (if you have any) as he wants to be the only one you rely on for safety, but is simultaneously relieved that you have someone who can keep you safe while he’s on his way. If necessary, he’ll handle things personally in the Metaverse.

If you’re a musician, whether a singer or play an instrument or even both, he listens to your music all of the time. He usually has it playing in the background when he’s off of work and offhandedly hums his favorite song under his breath if he’s stuck doing any paperwork if he didn’t bring some headphones, which he only bought so he could drown himself in your songs. He doesn’t definitely doesn’t like your bandmates at all but puts on a smile to please you, but has plenty of words he wants to say to all of them that are not for the lighthearted. The feelings are most likely mutual, but saying anything against Goro Akechi is like attacking a bunch of rabid animals and no one wants to deal with his over-obsessive fans. He’s never dabbled in the music industry or field before so he can’t give you as much advice as you may want, but he does have excellent ears and may tell you if he thinks something could be improved.

If you’re a dancer, he watches you practice your routine and critiques it. He’s definitely unabashedly harsh, but he just wants you to perform to the best of your ability because he knows you’re so unbelievably talented and that’s one of the many things he loves about you. It doesn’t matter if you ask for the help or not, you’re getting some of his thoughts and criticism at the very least. He’s not a dancer himself but being in the Metaverse requires a surprising amount of agility that he’s had to force himself to improve on. He’ll offhandedly say something about straightening your legs or holding your arms higher as he walks by, but may end up stopping you to move your body himself. A light kick would be sent to your feet to make them point a certain way, nudge your leg so it’s not dangerously straight, tips your head up with the tips of his fingers that you could have mistaken him for trying to kiss you from behind. Definitely isn’t happy if you’re doing a duet with someone and have to be physical to one another and tries to focus on you and you alone, but has some unpleasant thoughts come to mind about what he could do to that partner of yours.

If you’re a social media star—like a vlogger, streamer, YouTuber, and so on—he doesn’t really understand the appeal but still supports you as it’s what makes you happy. He’s careful not to be caught on camera when you’re live or recording something when he drops by unexpectedly, and you’ll have to text him beforehand so he knows not to approach unless he has to. Has definitely offered time and time again to pay for an editor or artist if you need one as he doesn’t want you slaving away in front of a computer all day, even if you claim that you just need five minutes. He knows fully well five minutes is the equivalent for five hours and won’t let that happen. If you’re someone who conceals your face and instead uses an animated still or VTuber model, he’s really interested in that. In a sense you’re the same, concealing your identity and true self from the public, but he has a sense of security knowing people don’t know you by face. He’ll agree to try using your model and while he doesn’t understand how it works, he does point out how impressive the tracking is and compliments your model. He will definitely pay for a new model regardless of the cost if you want to upgrade it.

If you’re somehow all of the above or juggle multiple careers at once, color him impressed! He knows working so hard and having so much on your plate isn’t easy in the slightest and truly understands the feeling. He feels the same way sometimes with his own job, just burnt out and exhausted but having to put on a smile that effortlessly lied to the people who adored him so much. He’s constantly worried over your well-being as being a celebrity had led to many in the spotlight to do unthinkable things to themselves and he doesn’t want you to do the same. Goro will actually walk up to your manager and talk to whoever he needs to make sure the workload isn’t so tiring for you if he notices you’re not getting enough sleep or not eating enough. He’ll drag you out of your studio if he has to, or log into your social media to tell your fans you need a health break but will be back soon and get into a dispute with your manager if he has to. Be as upset with him as you want, he’s convinced you’ll get over it and thank him in the long-term when you’re feeling much better than before.

Goro becomes jealous unbelievably easily. Not because he’s threatened by anyone (who isn’t Joker), but because he’s terrified of losing you—the only person whose loved him through thick and thin and has seen his bitter and ugly moments but stuck through with him anyways. He knows that such a side to him is far different from the princely persona he shows in front of the world and the fact you, a star beloved by all, could love a critical, cruel, distrusting monster like him makes his cold heart beat. Your bandmates, dance partner, collaborators, fans, friends, family, anyone. This world was as cruel as him, if not worse, and he didn’t want you to be corrupted by those within it. When it comes to your fans, Goro has an internal love hate relationship with your fans. He likes that they support you and your career, but hates that they like you so much and that some have crushes on you he can’t do much about without absolutely decimating your career. Trust me, the thought of that has gone through his head time and time again. It would solve most of the problems that lingered in the back of his mind, but at what cost? Your happiness? Your mental health? Your financial stability? He loved you and was willing to strip everything away if it meant he’d have you, but he wanted you, not an empty shell of what once was.

As mentioned before, he’s in your corner one hundred percent and has bought any merchandise put out. He has never considered selling them, especially the ones with your autograph written along the front, and frankly becomes quite disgusted at the thought of such. For obvious reasons, he’s never told you that he has a little more than merchandise sitting comfortably in his closet without your knowledge, mostly consisting of your clothing and everyday objects that could be cheaply replaced but had meant something to you at some point. He wouldn’t have kept it if it didn’t mean something to you, there would be no point in that case. He has figurines and other small items lined up along some shelves within his bedroom, a shirt of yours nicely folded and hidden under his pillow. If he’s feeling overwhelmed or particularly angry but doesn’t have the energy to visit Mementos to let his anger out, he’ll pull it out and press it against his cheek in hopes that it brings some comfort and lowers his lingering rage that he once again has to suppress. Pictures! He has so many of those, some he found online, others professionally done for a photoshoot or an upcoming event, and the rest ones the two of you have take together. He keeps his favorite framed by the front door so he can come home to see his favorite person.

I like to think that he lives alone in an apartment complex so he doesn’t have to worry about anyone coming in without him knowing his little secret and so on. Not even Shido knows where he lives, let alone the inside of his own home, and he certainly doesn’t care so it gives Goro the ability to bring you over if you have the time to. Of course, you still have to conceal your identity until you get into the building, but once the front door shuts, you’re both just yourself. Not the ace detective. Not the celebrity. Not any societal persona. Just your true selves. If you live in the same complex as he does, it makes things a lot easier and he’s so glad to be able to have you so close and it makes things even more convenient if he wants to grab something of yours and return it later on before you realize its disappearance, and if you do, he helps you find it as if it miraculously appeared out of thin air. Has definitely asked you to move in with him fairly early on in the relationship and while he was disappointed if you say no, he gets it. He does enjoy the privacy and space of living alone, especially during one of his meltdowns that he doesn’t want even you to see.

Dates are very peculiar, to say the least. Goro’s been in relationships before, but nothing he considered meaningful and he frankly only started something for something else in return like information before things were promptly ended. Meaning that he’s not that experienced and consults the internet for as much help as possible, deducing what you would like and what would be the easiest options given your popularity. He dearly wishes that he can take you on conventional dates without messing with his appearance, but he can’t and he tries to smile it off but you both know that he’s not very happy about it. Not only because he looked like a ruffian but  because this stupid, pathetic “disguise” (he could hardly call it such) was actually working. You say he looks fine and laugh, but he feels stupid and hates it and is happy to have his hair out of his face when he returns home. He’ll take you anywhere you want, you just need to be open and straightforward with your wishes, but his own preference is to listen to some jazz music or play some billiards and darts in Kichijoji. It’s his favorite place and the only place he can really get away with not dressing up (in short, just ruffling his hair and sliding on some glasses) and he assures you that you can do the same.

However, if you’re not feeling up to going out and just want to relax at home, he’s totally down with that. He’ll never say no to spending some alone time with you and would do so twenty-four-seven if he could. He may not be the best cook out there, but he’d offer to make you both dinner and set up some candles and dim lights to make it much more romantic. If you want to watch a movie, you’re gonna have to bring your own movies because he has no streaming services or DVD’s of his own as he didn’t take up such a past time before meeting you. Over time, he bought copies of the movies you liked to have but never watched them by himself. He does urge you to stay the night, but if you really need to be home and don’t live in the same complex as him, he will offer to walk with you or pay for a taxi. He may buy you some gifts as well, but he’s not someone who would go out of his way to do that. He has excellent observation skills and know what you’d like, but he’s more keen on gifting you with physical affection and compliments than inanimate objects. 

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