#yandere ren amamiya

[brynn-lear]

A Tasteless Cup [Yandere!Joker/Reader]

Prompt: After the destruction of your previous reality, you and Akira Kurusu landed in Teyvat. In an effort to stay afloat, Akira had set up a book café in Mondstadt alongside you. However, is this the true flavor of "Freedom"? [Dedicated to: Riley H. Goodheart, for the Alone Together event]

CW: yandere themes, dubious food, manipulation/controlling behavior, toxic relationship dynamic. P.S: Akira is aged up [20s] in this fic, happens after Persona 5.

To Akira, those he lets into his heart will become an intrinsic part of him. They are more than a trick of a card, more than a mask to mimic and steal for his own, more than a numbers game. Every bit of them is his soul. His relationships are the culmination of his being and, eventually, his raison d'etre. 

And Akira Kurusu had a hard time coping with losing these links. 

To others, relationships are no different from chains. The surrounding people are less a home and more like bars to a cage— a prison. And despite being somewhat of a Mr/Ms. Congeniality, you aren't as affected by the fact that neither of you can return to your respective world.

You are both empty. You have been handed a clean slate, an empty card, and an empty vision.

You are both "fools" again.      

"Bit too early in the morning to start a serious discussion…" Akira tiredly muttered, removing his glasses before rubbing his eyes.

But as long as the sun rises once more, does a rebirth truly matter?

Anyone would be remiss to disregard the sheer jadedness in his eyes and the slight breathlessness of his speech. Akira poured himself a cup. Normally served to others rather than his indulgence, you quietly noticed that his cup lacked sugar. The cafe owner drank and embraced its bitterness, unflinching. 

It's been three months since you both arrived in the world of Teyvat. Getting by as an Outlander proved difficult, and thankfully, Akira is kind towards you and a jack-of-all-trades. One might say he has "maxed out his stats." Charismatic, skilled, and bold, he has the makings for an entrepreneur with a pyro vision to boot. Unsurprisingly, he had become one of old Mond's eligible bachelors in a short time frame. 

So, by just the third week, he managed to persuade Master Ragnvindr with a solid pitch. The cafe you both sit in is a testament to your shared hard work. With his brew proficiency and your hobby of accumulating knowledge through books and art pieces, the cozy place had become a second home for individuals such as the local librarian and the Guild's investigator. 

But you'll always remember his words the night before he was invited into Duke Ragnvindr's study room.

"Akira, are you sure about this?" You muttered, tugging his sleeve. "Once you finalize it, you can't just..."

"Hmm? Why are you hesitating?" He tilted his chin up slightly, confused. "It's a good way to keep our finances afloat, right? Don't you want to keep collecting books and art supplies? I thought you said you wanted to have a small library someday."

"But, for you to work this much for it-"

"You matter to me. You are the only thing left binding me down here in Teyvat." He casually shot you down, but his light tone could not erase the heaviness of his words. "Besides..."

"Don't you like it when I make a hot cup and fresh pastries just for you?" 

That dream materialized into something called Cafe LeBlanc. Though he claims the name wasn't his but a charming, cranky old man's— you doubt anyone else can come up with that. But he sounded genuine enough. His unexplainable "silent" face can sometimes make him a hard read.

… This isn't one of those times. You know what's troubling him quite well. 

"Yeah…" you muttered. "Can't we save this conversation for the end of the day instead?"

Akira laughed. 

"Smart," he hummed humorlessly. 

"You know I get too tired to do anything at night except washing dishes and doing crosswords. It's not happening. We'll have this talk now."

Fair enough. Avoiding one's problems is a mindset you never advocated. You'd be a terrible hypocrite if you start now. "Alright, I'll hear you out."

You shifted from your seat, dragging it closer to the counter. Akira downed his cup on the other side, revealing no liquid gold in its bottom. His eyes were wide awake thanks to the caffeine, yet you couldn't even glance upward. 

"(Y/n), do you remember how I got this pyro vision?"

You blinked, unsure how he'd make the fact relevant. Still, you nodded.

A long time ago, you liked how open Akira was about himself. You can tell he had immense trust issues he had worked on fixing. Akira is a good man. Being wrongfully expelled and imprisoned at a young age must've done damages you can't quite comprehend fully. Sometimes, you wish you had the courage to be just as vulnerable, too.

He traced the outline of a pyro symbol on the table with his slender finger collecting not a single dust nor stain. Despite the warmth his vision may hold, it did not detract from the cold atmosphere you both had to face. With the angle you were viewing him, you can't help but notice his eyelashes. They're prettier than yours, you thought. If only his glare wasn't so pointed.

"When I arrived in this world, I was alone and confused. But you? You weren't. I saw your face— the face of someone who had nothing to lose to begin with."

Akira's gaze softened. He was right. You adapted to this new world so suspiciously well. 

"I couldn't tell whether you saw our situation as a positive or whether you thought this whole transfer to another reality was a cruel joke. But I had a feeling you were as horrified as I was. That you couldn't bear the thought of living alone. I think that you also had friends you cared for, but now, you will never be able to hear their voices again."

He breathed in shakily, his eyes heavy. Akira may seem like a silent person, no different from Duke Ragnvindr, but the time you spent together backs up what your instincts are testifying right this second.

There's one true thought in his mind.

After all his efforts.

After all that he has gone through so that you'll stay by his side.

What was it all for?

"So, when a Lawachurl wounded you in Windrise, I stepped in. I can't help but project myself onto you. I thought about how you must also have friends waiting– family waiting– whether it's a cat or a sister— I knew I just had to. I had to risk everything, even if you were just a stranger to me then." He clenched his fists. "And you were worth it. You were absolutely worth every risk. You were worth everything. I knew I had to survive, if not for myself, but to help you."

"Even without some sort of— card– or whatever— to indicate it, I knew our relationship was progressing. That our understanding of each other has reached such high ranks. I know we had become each other's most trusted confidant, so why? Listen, I value freedom too, but—"

He slammed his cup down— you jolted as you heard it chip slightly. It wasn't his intent to scare. Akira would never wish to frighten you. But he can't stop his emotions and movements from being brash and pointed. 

"... Why did you want to quit working with me?"

There it goes.

"Is it because I haven't spent much time with you lately? You know I've been busy with trying to invest in a better flat—"

The pace of his breathing was starting to quicken.

"Kurusu, it's not that…" You need to rationalize this with him. Fast.

"I-Is it because work has been too much? I told you we could hire someone if you feel too faint for the job. I care about your health— hell— maybe even more than you do—"

"Akira, listen to me—"

His futile attempt to maintain control was like an age-weakened thread. The fibers of his composure whittled away string by string, itching to snap entirely. Akira's jaw clenched. 

The manacle may not be anchoring his feet down as it did in the Velvet Room, but there's no denying that doubt is tugging and clawing at his neck. He knew that if he should continue, only strained words would come from his coffee-bitter lips. 

He rubbed his head against his shoulder. He had to have been wiping a tear away, trying to make it unnoticeable but failing.

"But why are you LEAVING m—"

"Behold, for this fine hour, you are not only graced with the presence of soft rays— you are also blessed by myself: Fischl, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

"Mein Fräulein meant to say good morning to you both, Arsene and Sholmes."

... Akira chuckled a short and strained sound that could easily be missed by a weak ear.

As though a switch had been flipped, Akira's contorted expression turned back to his customer service smile. You trembled slightly. Perhaps it's a skill he mastered during his part-time worker years in high school, but he seemed a little too good at hiding such overwhelming frustrations— almost shape-shifting.

It's… 

Eerie.

He's smiling. It's his usual smile he has that has a calm allure and a hint of cockiness.

As if nothing happened five seconds ago.

"Ah, greetings, Your Highness!"

The guests were none other than some of the regulars, Amy and her bird familiar. This blonde, eye-patched girl is the only person in Little Mond who consistently makes Akira act dramatic. 

He bowed, not missing a beat of young Amy's theatrics. After spending so many years chatting with Yusuke, he's gotten used to bouncing back conversations of this nature. Akira enjoys the young investigator's company. He saw tiny bits of his friend in her.

"What shall we, humble servants, offer you this dawn? Will it be your usual order, or does our dear royal have something else in mind entirely? We will do our best to provide you with maximum entertainment! After all, this is your castle, Mein Fräulein."

You stiffened.

We.

He's not letting you go just yet. You caught a glimpse of his dark pupils, slightly moving to meet yours. Imploring you without words to act out of his best interest.

Akira Kurusu has always been a witty man, but there is no way there's no anger beneath that mask.

"Are you alright, Sholmes?" Oz asked.

For whatever reason, Akira persuaded Amy to call you both Arsene Lupin and Herlock Sholmes. The former was likely a nod to his first persona's name. His explanation for the latter was something along the lines of "you strike me as the type who always wants to search for your truth."

You blinked.

Right. You're his version of Sherlock Holmes.

Ha.

Even here, he gets to dictate everything about you.

"... Yes, Your Highness, to what do I owe the pleasure?" you said. The blonde girl smiled and tilted her head up pompously. 

"What other brew could I possibly order but the darkest taste that leaves any normal mortal to shrivel in imagination?" Amy shrugged, her eyebrow raised as though everyone knew what she babbled on with commendable sass. Her aviator companion thankfully cleared the air— albeit a little too blunt.

"Mein Fräulein desires a cinnamon ginger affogato with more sugar than last time, please. Two spoons for the poor Mein Fräulein."

"O-Oz!?!"

It's easily one of the least bitter cups on the menu. It consists of vanilla gelato, a tablespoon of espresso powder, cinnamon sticks, hazelnut liqueur, and bits of dried sunsettia. I can't say what would make anyone fear such a thing except for those with complications. Someone else shared the same sentiment.

You and Akira laughed in unison.

Your eyes widened in astonishment. That was in sync. You immediately looked away as Akira busied himself with Amy's order. It was awkward knowing that even with your efforts to cut things off, there was still some vague commonality between you two.

"... Say, your Highness?" Akira smiled softly. "Would it be alright for me to probe some of your most revered royal musings?"

...

...

... What is his play this time?

"You have my ears, dear subject."

"Suppose there is a princess who is facing an uphill battle. Furthermore, her valiant knight aspires to rescue her. However, the princess, for unknown reasons, declines his assistance. Is that..." He shut his eyes, laughing that strained chuckle once more. "... equittable?"

"Oh, most grievous indeed! A knight, who is obligated by the code of chivalry, shall always respond to the plea of his princess when she is in peril. His solemn obligation is to protect her honor and safeguard her from any danger!"

Akira looked at you.

His eyes were cold.

"But what if the princess doesn't want to be saved? What if she believes she can handle the situation herself, or maybe she thinks having assistance would make her weak?"

"Ah, but thou dost speak in riddles!" Amy scoffed, unamused. "A princess may exhibit abundant power and courage, yet it is the responsibility of her faithful knight to guarantee her safety, especially when she questions her own necessity. For what good is a knight's valor if not to serve and protect his liege?"

"Would you say her actions essentially strip him of his purpose?"

"Why, of course!" Amy replied with full conviction. "One would not require Oz if he lacks such a necessary trait! It is the basis of our trust– our relationship! A true knight's honor lies not in the glory of battle, but in his unwavering commitment to his princess, even in the face of her refusal."

You sucked in a deep breath.

Akira, you—!

"Speak frankly. Do these inquiries pertain to me?" Amy glared at him. Akira shook his head immediately, umping up his flamboyant voice inflections.

No.

It's about you.

It's always about you when it comes to him.

"Of course not!" Akira feigned worry. "It was for a novel I'm writing— to honor one's love."

… To honor one's "love".

Love? You froze. He calls this relationship love? It hadn't been that for the past few months! Love is meant to be like coming home to a comforting home— not a cold palace with your unfeeling statue at the heart of it all.  

You were hoping that your life would be dictated by what you want it to mean this time around. You hope to create your own purpose, your own identity. You hope to reject his titles—being his partner and his "Sholmes." 

But mostly, you sincerely hoped his words were untrue and did not allude to something as sinister and self-destructive as his love.

Besides, you already have a lover waiting for you to leave this mess behind.

You and he already have everything planned out. A rented flat, food, work— everything is set. The only box to tick off was leaving itself, and then you'll be in your lover's arms.

But you swore.

You swore you just saw him smirk.

"(Y/n), could you please lend me a hand? Can you pass the cinnamon sticks from the cupboard?"

Starting your day by serving Amy leads to serving a hundred more. You can't just stand up and leave whenever someone asks for your service. It's impossible to make the shortest comment about how you no longer work for LeBlanc, even more so when people beg for book recommendations. Being friendly is part of who you are. It can't be helped.

What made matters worse was that people were ordering seconds. Apparently, Akira must've adjusted all the recipes on the menu because whatever was added to those cups made it all the more divine. You knew his skills were perfection, but to think he could even exceed that...

In the end, despite multiple delays, Akira still got you right where he wanted you.

"Thank you. Please come again!" He escorted the final customer outside and flipped the closing sign himself.

Now, it was just the two of you left.

"... You must be tired." You offered, hoping he wouldn't catch on. "It's been a long day, why don't you take a rest—"

"Nice try." 

Well, it was worth a shot.

You stiffly waited for him to say something. Anything. But instead, he took a kettle off the icebox and heated the stove with his vision. 

"Back to my story, do you remember where we left off?"

The wisest thing to have down was biting your tongue or pretending not to know what he was talking about. Unfortunately, your answer was immediate.

"Something about how you got your vision?"

"Ah, yes, that." Akira laughed. "Say, I told you about how I used to be the leader of the Phantom Thieves when I was in High School, right?"

While waiting, Akira tapped his fingers against the table but stopped when he realized you were becoming distracted. Snapping out of it, you cleared your throat.

"You were stealing hearts in the Metaverse, yes, I recall..." You mumbled. Due to the sudden need to speak, you ended up unwittingly playing by his script again. "You manifested a Persona and used that to reform the heart of rotten adults."

You flinched slightly when his tea was starting to release thin smokes. It smelled too much like rust. Maybe he exhausted it too much today. The customers you had were double the amount. You had to commend his willpower for still managing exceed his usual sleep schedule.

"Isn't the kettle burning?"

"Trust me, it's not," he answered nonchalantly. "I remember when I told my story to you, you were mostly understanding of our actions. You didn't judge us. Rather, you told me that humanity is selfish and destructive."

"But back to how I got my vision," he finally turned the stove off. "I genuinely thought my most distinct trait was my appreciation for Freedom."

"Yet you got a pyro vision." You joked lightly.

He didn't laugh. Instead, he nodded.

"Strange, isn't it?" Akira tilted his head to look at you for a bit, before back at the hot cup he was pouring. It's the same liquid he's been adding the entire day. This must be the last of those ten pints. "Here, try it."

You slowly took it. It's still a bit too warm, so you continued talking.

"I thought about it, too. If we go by theories, it will make more sense if Barbatos blessed me instead. But with you here..." Akira laughed. "Pyro is definitely my element. I'm seeing a pattern with vision-wielders like me. Based on what I've seen so far, pyro users are often the most passionate. And passion can put a leash on freedom when need be."

You took a sip.

He put an elbow on the table and propped his chin on his palm.

"How is it?"

"It's... tasteless?" You blinked. 

You thought he must've added something grand to the cups today. Was it all just one big placebo effect?

"Makes it no different than regular water, huh?"

"Well, yeah, I guess?"

"I've actually been disposing of this the entire day, that's why the coffees looked darker. Diluting the original sample is hard work but worth it. Enough as a substitute for normal water in case we run out. Who knew you could empty 10 pints so quickly in a day..." 

"You. In case you run out." You sighed, finally addressing it. "Akira, I'm no longer your partner."

"So is he."

You both paused.

He returned the kettle to the ice box before unmasking its contents.

"You were near-fatally wounded once before. You tasted it in your mouth when I defended you from that Lawachurl-

"You should know by now that blood isn't supposed to be tasteless."

Riley H. Goodheart can now message Akira Kurusu

[suns-pott]

Hello, If it's still open, i wanna ask for yandere Ren/Akira/P5 protag. Like what would he do? Would we have to face him in his Palace(assuming we became a phantom thief) or would he sabotage us, instigating our Palace to manipulate our emotions?

My first persona 5 request :D

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Yandere Akira

Having known Akira for some number of months now made his descent into madness less noticeable to you and the phantom thieves.

After all, he's normally very quiet and keeps to himself a lot of the time. It makes it difficult to tell what he's thinking.

When he first met you, he really didn't know what he felt. At first he assumed it was a desire to become friends with you and get to know you better, but he soon realized that he wanted to be with you.

To you, he seemed like a trustworthy guy, when you had an actual conversation. Of course, you had heard all the rumors circulating around Shujin, but gossip is not always the truth anyways.

He friends soon accepted you as a part of the group and you awakened your persona one day when you accidentally followed them into the metaverse. The group started to gain new members and you were glad to have met such good people, but as time progressed, so did Akira's obsession with you.

Sure it was nice to hand out with him from time to time, and you knew how much people wanted his attention, but when he actively went out of his way to hang out with you, it raised a few suspicions in your mind.

One day when it was just the two of you hanging in Le blanc, he told you about his true feelings. The whole time you had no idea, but who could blame you, when he keeps almost all of his emotions hidden behind those charming glasses of his. You had to reject him as softly as you could, not really knowing what to do with the new information. He was never really the same after that.

he kept his distance from everyone, even Morgana, about everything. Morgana said that he's stopped going out as much and the rest of the group grew concerned for his wellbeing, but no matter who asked him, he always said he was fine. It wasn't fine. The phantom thieves eventually met up in order to discuss the leader's odd behavior. Futaba was the first one to suggest it. His behavior was similar to what she experienced before the changed her heart, she said, she pulled up the metanav on her phone, Morgana said it would be impossible for a persona user to have a palace, but everyone decided that it wouldn't hurt to look. Sure enough, Akira Kurusu has a palace.

With no other options, they all decided to input the rest of the details. When they entered, it was a huge palace, with many extravagant paintings of Joker and you, all over the place. Reminiscent of Kamoshida's palace, but with a darker color palette.

While exploring, the phantom thieves came across a huge dining room. A long decadent table with many foods crowding the space, and at the end sat Joker, a brighter version of his outfit with many ornate details. He leaned forward, a proud smirk across his face as he stared directly at you, absentmindedly nibbling on a fork. His smile grew wider as he said "Welcome my friends! I do hope you'll enjoy your stay, as our fun little game begins.." and in a flash, he disappeared. The game to get our leader back begins.

"Not to worry my dear, in the end you will be mine."

[frickingnerd]

throw away your mask

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

summary: after finding out about the deal your boyfriend made with the god of control, you confront him! but ren has since changed...

tags: evil joker, kinda yandere joker too, established relationship, angst, spoilers for persona 5's bad ending, implied corruption

a/n: i replayed persona 5 and went for a bad ending this time! after seeing evil joker, i had to write this immediately! <3

“w-who are you…?”

the man in front of you wore your boyfriend's face, but there wasn't a single trace of the boy you once loved. ren amamiya was a good guy, who wanted to help people! never would he have made a deal with a god, that only brought suffering upon people!

“you know me.”

ren's eyes were covered by his glasses, making his expression impossible to read. only the hint of a smile on the corner of his lips was there to show any sort of emotion.

“you're not the boy i fell in love with! the ren amamiya that i know would've never sided with a god, much less the god of control! how could you betray everything the phantom thieves stood against!?”

ren took a step towards you, his lips parting, as he was ready to talk back at you. but you quickly stepped back and cried out:

“don't come any closer!”

ren adjusted his glasses, finally allowing you to get a glimpse of his eyes. they were staring at you uncomfortably from behind those glasses, almost as if they were piercing right through you. could this really be the same boy you once fell in love with? could those same kind eyes that made you feel all warm and fuzzy now scare you like this?

“i didn't betray the phantom thieves. i saved us! we can continue our work and finally get the recognition we deserve! the public loves us, just like they should! isn't that what we all wanted? we are heroes!”

he sounded insane! with each word that left his lips, you felt more disgusted with him. is this truly how he viewed the world? how he viewed the phantom thieves?

“heroes? don't make me laugh!” you yelled at ren. “you are not a hero! you are the villain of this story! you enslaved the whole world for your selfish wants! you are no better than those we took down! you are… just like them…”

for a split second, ren's face distorted. your words seemed to wound him, but the anger quickly faded from his face again. slowly, he stepped forward. even as you took steps backwards, it was impossible for you to escape him. soon, he had you cornered, his hand resting on your cheek.

“i am not like the palace rulers we disposed of. they were weak fools, but me? i am on the same level as a god now! the people worship and adore me! all of us, all phantom thieves, can be as gods! we can forever continue this way of life! we never have to change! we can simply live as heroes, worshiped like gods, for eternity!”

a twisted smile had spread over ren's face.

“why should we waste our time worrying about humans? humanity is enslaved by the god of control? well, this isn't our problem! you and i, we stand above them! so, join me! you and i, we can become as gods! you only have to join me and give up your foolish rebellion against me…”

ren took a step back, yet reached out his hand towards you. he didn't force you to take it, but whether you'd accept his hand or reject him would change your life forever. there were only two options; either you were with him or against him!

“what do you say, darling? will you choose humanity over me? or will you come to your senses and realize you belong by my side?”

[taitavva]

hi the way you draw pego makes me deeply ill i love it

he also makes me deeply ill. hoping that akechi finally does his job & spares the rest of us from falling deeper in delusion

[narrators-journal]

Hiiii yandere akechi anon again.

Yandere!akechi, willing and encouraging!joker number 19? With a hint of 31? I think it's 31. Breed that fuck ass. That one. Yippee.

Bonus if its trans dynamic there's a lack of trans dynamic joker please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

I tried my best! A/B/O is a challenging kink for me to write thanks to how broad it can be, but I enjoy exploring it, and I hope it came out well. Same with the transness, I tried my best, and I hope it’s p clear! But, for now, I hope you enjoy, I’m very proud of the fact you thought I did a good enough job to return and ask again, and I hope this one continues that respectful trend and is fun to read!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: breaking and entering, yandere behavior, breeding, maybe a TEENSIE bit of masochism and essence of dubcon, just the lightest hint. Stalking, A/B/O setting, and shoddy writing is likely. Also, I will admit this one might tread a bit too close to reality for comfort, so if you are not comfortable with a yandere!Cop character, please just. Feel free to skip, I don’t want to risk any discomfort.

With a deep, rib-stretching breath of crisp autumn air, Goro Akechi breathed out as much of the day’s stress as he could. The silence of the shadowed, sleepy neighborhood a much appreciated reprieve from the noise and chaos of the last few days. “You’d think other Alpha’s would get a clue after a few refusals…” He muttered to himself as he meandered down the dark street, his hands behind his head, his russet eyes on the first quarter of the moon shown that month. Though, the celestial body obviously didn’t comment on his mood or mutterings. So, he just sighed and continued to think aloud, “I hate this time of year. Omegas are needy for any crumb of attention they can get, Alphas are more aggressive than a horned up honey badger, and I’m stuck dealing with the aftermath.”

Though, I suppose I can’t complain. It pays my bills well enough, and if I hadn’t gone into this line of work, how would I be able to know Akira Kurusu’s medical history? He told himself to somewhat soothe the aggravation from his day. Which, was a slightly odd way to cheer himself up, since Akira Kurusu was, in all but evidence, a prominent phantom thief. So, in any other world’s logic, Akechi’s hatred would’ve stayed just that. Hatred.

And, to civilians, it had. Akechi made it painfully clear on camera how he despised ‘Joker’ for the breaking and entering, theft, and blackmail he infected Tokyo with. Yet, beneath the annoyance and disdain for the charming ravenette, was a twisted...protectiveness over the thief. Because, some part of the Alpha didn’t see the man as a simple thief to be caught, he was his nemesis. At this point the detective felt as if Akira Kurusu was histhief.

Akechi hated how Akira Kurusu had infected his thoughts like a disease, but he hated the thought of anyone else catching him even more. So, he’d gathered any evidence against the ravenette to hide away and he’d even killed other cops to keep them from being the ones to arrest him. He’d researched and studied Akira’s every move for a year now, gotten into his medical records, slipped trackers into his coats, and a myriad of other things to make sure that nobody else could figure out the ravenette’s identity before Akechi was ready to finally arrest him.

Which, was a possibility only because of Akechi’s spotless reputation as the second coming of the detective prince, and his experience as a cop. So, no matter how many dumb, horned up Alphas who didn’t share in Akechi’s level of self control, he had to keep his job. Sadly.

At that realization, the detective prince took another deep breath to sigh out in frustation. Though, this time, a specific scent stopped him in his tracks.

A very specific type of coffee fragrance.

One that sat heavily on his tongue like some sort of syrup. Much too heavy for it to be an Omega’s scent, Omegas tended to have lighter scents during their breeding times. Smells that dissolved like cotton candy when they came into contact with an Alpha’s braincells. Nor was it the scent of a Beta in heat, because the smells Betas gave off to lure in a mate were ghostly. They were faint, a bit vaguer, and more of a tease on the senses. So, that left the only other option to explain it. It was the scent of an Alpha.

In all of his time as a detective, Akechi had smelled plenty of Omegas, Betas, and Alphas, so he could tell the specific type of person he was approaching, but, this one was...different. This one was vaguely familiar to the detective prince. He knew it from somewhere, even though the answer failed to come to mind as he remembered to continue his walk.

Which, intrigued the brunette. Wonder who it could be, He mused as he observed where he was being led within the neighborhood.Maybe Sae? Or, with my luck, Miss Okumura. Granted, she hates me and suspects I’m corrupt, but I wouldn’t be surprised.

Though, Haru Okumura’s home was at the very edge of town. In a gated community that barely dared to be next to the lesser Bezos’ of the neighboring areas. And, Sae Nijima lived closer to the court house and her office. Nowhere near the neighborhood Akechi was in because he was in Akira Kurusu’s neighborhood. And, from what he could tell when he followed the fragrance further and further through the night, closer to Akira’s home.

And, when Akechi finally approached Akira’s home properly, a normal, rather plain-looking home, he did his best to keep his heart rate steady. Even though he’d seen the home plenty from the yard, each step closer to the slightly opened door was like a fresh dose of nearly childish adrenaline into his veins and each inhale of the fragrance in the air like some odd contact high for the brunette. Though, that could’ve also been from the thrill that came from the thought of the ravenette he spent so much time thinking about helpless and needy. Whichever was to blame didn’t matter, though. Akechi could blame neither for the ease he had in pushing open the door the rest of the way and simply walking into Akira’s home.

Which, was a nearly silent home, that night. With no young redhead on the couch to spend the night, and no blonde track stars up too late to watch netflix, the only noise that filled the dark shadows of the night was a soft whimper somewhere deeper in the cafe of a home. “Hello? Akira?” He called into the home, paused a moment by the doorway to listen for a reply, but none came. So, he closed the door and moved deeper into the house. Saved from a proper sweep of the home by the trail of clothing that led from the middle of the living room, down a hallway, and into the master bedroom.

And, that was where he found his needy thief. Nestled into a bundle of his blankets, pillows, couch cushions, and basically anything soft on his bed, his fluffy black hair a mess from the sweat, his charcoal eyes almost lit by lust when he looked over at the detective in his bedroom’s doorway. “Are you here to rob me, arrest me, or...I dunno, breed me…” Akira Kurusu asked, his voice thickened by the same syrupy rut that filled the air with a caffeinated scent. “I’m not sure yet, which one do you sugges-” “Breed me.” The request was more of a demand. Snapped out into the darkness of the room as the ravenette sat up in the nest. And, that was the only real encouragement the man needed. Who am I to deny him the chance to have an eighteen-year reminder of me? Makes my life easier in the long run.

So, without much further thought or conversation, the brunette silenced the needy Alpha with a kiss. A kiss that was almost instantly returned with Akira’s strong arms thrown around his neck for good measure. As if I’m gonna leave after just a kiss? Akechi thought at the ravenette with a small smile that threatened to break their kiss. Though, he didn’t bother actually pulling away to verbalize the words, instead his hands went to the ravenette’s waist so that they could coast upwards.

Over his ribs, the muscles he got from the years of criminal acrobatics, and the soft, old, near-invisible scars just beneath his pectoral muscles until Akira shuddered and broke away from their heated kiss to breathe.

So, the brunette took the chance to move his lips from the needy thief’s lips, over his overheated skin and down his throat as he slowly pushed him back into the heap of caffeine-scented pillows and blankets. Akira’s stranglehold on his neck only loosened so that he could claw at the detective’s pants until they were shoved down his hips. In return, the brunette nipped and nibbled at the man’s throat to earn more thoughtless whimpers. Though, despite the weight of Akira’s scent on his mind, Akechi made sure to keep control of himself so that he wouldn’t go claiming him as his mate.

Doing that would’ve complicated Akechi’s life too much, so he poured that urge into how he groped over the dark-haired man’s scarred, gorgeously built body roughly. The ravenette’s noises freely given in response to his touch, either into the detective prince’s mouth, or the need-scented air. Which, the brunette reciprocated with his own quieter moans and the warm kisses that he littered over Akira’s feverish skin as soon as his back was on the mat of pillows and blankets. Which, got him Akira’s legs locked around his waist just as quickly, just so the needy Alpha could drag him closer with a desperate whine.

Which, made the detective grin slightly against the surgery scar he was lavishing with kisses so that he could relish the frantic rise and fall of the man’s chest. But, he didn’t tease him too much more after that. He may have had an iron grip on his reaction to the scent of a rut or heat, but he still went through them himself, and he understood the agony that filled a man’s veins when he had no partner to help.

So, he lined himself up with the thief’s slick asshole and pushed into him slowly. The simple penetration all it took to get nails dug into the brunette’s back to pull out a surprised groan and get him to nearly slam in to the hilt all in one go. “Jesus, Akira. Chill.” He growled, even as he gave into his demand and skipped the slow adjustment period to instead just start thrusting steadily while the thief moaned and clawed into his back.

The slap of Akechi’s skin against the ravenette’s ass mixed with the noisy man’s thick, coffee-like fragrance and needy noises quick to create a heady concoction that invaded Akechi’s brain like a well trained batallion. That, paired with the squeeze of the ravenette’s ass, and the bite of his claws into the detective’s back, the brunette’s thoughts were swiftly overwhelmed by feral demands of, Breed him. Make him yours. Make sure this bitch can’t ever escape you again. From a darker voice in his head that the detective usually ignored. Yet, with how Akira’s legs locked around his waist, he had no choice but to obey.

So, when he began to feel the first whispers of light-headed dizziness creep into his head from the rush of blood down to his knot, an evil smile spread across his face. “You want a baby, right, Kurusu?” He growled down to the mess of moans and whines that had once been Tokyo’s most notorious gentleman thief. “Yes! Yes, please, yes!” He plead in an instant, his charcoal-colored eyes blown wide, the watery silver moonlight barely a glint in his glazed over eyes. Which, would surely net the detective a coercion charge after the effects of Akira’s rut had worn off, but that was a problem for a more sane Akechi to deal with.

In that moment, all the brunette felt was the eager twitch of his cock, and the blood race from his head, to his knot. Until, the gland at the base of his cock could just begin to stretch the thief’s slickened hole until he arched his back into Akechi and whined. Though, whatever he was begging for, the detective couldn’t make out, so, he simply covered his bases with a rougher, faster pace.

Which, filled the dark room’s coffee-rich air with more incoherent whines and rewarded the detective prince with more scratches to his back and shoulders. The pain of the thief’s nails in his flesh like a full storm’s worth of little lightning bolts that headed straight for his groin to further muddy whatever thoughts had remained in his skull. Though, they completely unravelled as soon as Akira opened his mouth. “Akechi! F-fuck, Akechi, give me a baby, please!”

As soon as the man sputteredthat out,that level of self control that Akechi took so much pride in snapped like a rubberband. And, with it went all but a single scrap of sanity that let him do his best to assure in a feral growl, “Oh, I’m gonna…” right before his pace grew so rough, that it left Akira a thoughtless puddle of loud moans in his comfortable nest of pillows and blankets. Though, those whimpered moans were still far louder and needy than the brunette’s noises. Most of Akechi’s mindless desire to breed was only evident in the way that his knot swelled and gave a smallpop each time that the detective pulled it free of the thief’s ass.At least, until he let loose a final string of curses into the darkness of the room and slammed his knot into Akira.

Once he was sure that his cock was locked into Akira, free to twitch and spew thick cum into him, the dark-haired thief finally released the hold his legs had on the man’s hips. Both men breathless and sweaty, shakey to different extents within the mussed nest. So, they didn’t bother saying much, even as Akechi crumpled into the pile of fabrics and pulled the barely-conscious phantom thief closer to wait for his knot to go down. A devious grin on the detective’s lips as he basked in the knowledge that his beloved nemesis would be haunted by him in some way. Whether that was simple embarrassment, or a child, Akechi didn’t care in the moment.

[delicious-p4ncakes]

The first chapter of my akeshuake yandere fic is up!! Can't thank @/miogrod from twt enough, srsly tysm for being my beta reader!! <3

UPDATE: Second chapter is out now!! The fic is complete!! <3

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Beach AU

Ren and Ryuji go to the beach when they see this. While one acts like a tsundere to Ren (Sadayo) the other acts like a yandere to Ryuji (Haru). Sadayo tries to pretend that she doesn't want her man's attention while Haru will make sure that hers only checks her out. The second he got her heart he was screwed.

Sadayo: Not like I wear this bikini for you you damn brat!

Haru: Look at any other whore in the beach and you can kiss your freedom goodbye~

Ren look at his older girlfriend Sadayo with a smile amused by her tsundere behavior.

Ryuji felt his soul freeze in terrible terror that filled him when his girlfriend flat out threatened his freedom if he looked at anyone but her.

Ren/Ryujin: *Thinking* How cute~/Fuck….

[chronicbeans]

I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but can I please ask for a yandere Ren from Persona 5 with a Yuutsu darling

And where he starts to grow attached to her and one day he confesses his feelings and she accepts but on the condition he'll marry her

Yuutsu is an OC of mine and you can find more information on her at my posts here on Tumblr I'm sorry if this sounds weird and you don't have to take this request if you don't want to

Of course! I'll try my best, since this is my first time writing for an OC that isn't my own. From what I could gather, she seems like a very soft-spoken and nice person, that is willing to put others over herself. If this isn't entirely accurate, I apologize!

Of course, just so everyone knows, Yuutsu belongs to the lovely @nunezs-stuff !

Yandere Ren Amamiya x Yuutsu (OC)

TW: Stalking, Mentions of Past Abuse, False Criminal Accusations, Bullying, Intimidation

It was entirely a coincidence that Ren met Yuutsu that day. Being extremely late to the first day of school does make it harder to properly meet your classmates, as well as secure a poor first impression, but Yuutsu seemed to not only be happy to meet him... But completely alright with his tardiness and the unsavory rumors floating about. A girl as soft-spoken as her having no problem with such a disturbing rumor about him was a shock, to say the least, for Ren. That, and the fact that she seemed to go out of her way at times to talk with him.

Asking how he is feeling, making sure the rumors aren't getting to him, and even asking for the truth from HIM. Not from the teachers, not from the other students, but the center of attention, himself. When he explained how the accusations against him were false, but he was still charged for the crime, he was sure Yuutsu wouldn't believe him... but she did. She did, and it struck a chord somewhere inside of him. An odd chord that made his heart flutter, as if a million pink butterflies made a home inside of it, and it was ready to burst at any moment.

Once that chord was struck, he started acting different. When the teachers would mention anything about her hair being dyed, he defended Yuutsu. She is expressing herself. Her outfits and hair hold no weight in whether or not she gets good grades, so why should it matter? She's doing well in school, as far as he knows, so it clearly isn't holding her back. Any student who says a thing wrong about her gets intimidated by him. Sure, he may not LOOK tough, but he has a criminal record. Even if Yuutsu knows that he didn't commit the crime, most of the other students don't. As far as they know, when they see him march up to them and give them a stern talking to, it's the equivalent of a thug approaching them to beat them down. No one will say a word about her, her interests, or anything else revolving around her on his watch.

Wherever Yuutsu goes, Ren follows. If the school schedule and Cafe Leblanc' opening and closing times don't get in the way, he will be there. In fact, he may even invite her to try out some of the coffee and curry at Cafe Leblanc. He doesn't see why not... It would save him the time of finding out her schedule, then finding her wherever she is at to go see her.

When he unlocks his persona and the ability to go into the Metaverse, everything gets worse. He now has a tool which could be used to get to know her, without having to follow her around. He'll do as much digging as the Metaverse let's him. Does Yuutsu have a shadow in the Metaverse? Does she have a palace? If so, what is it? What caused it? What can he learn about her from it?

It's at this point, Yuutsu most likely realizes that something is off. Ren looks more tired than usual. He seems to know more about her than he should. She never told him about what her parents did. About the horrible expectations they forced upon her, or what happened with her mother. Ren knows, however, having slipped up when trying to get her to relax and take a break from studying before she hurts herself. After having enough of... whatever was happening, she decides to confront him about it.

Sitting in a booth at Cafe Leblanc, she pops a question "Ren, we are friends, right? Can you tell me how you know about my parents. I don't remember telling you about them." Everything is silent, before she opens her mouth to repeat the question, wondering if he just didn't hear her. She's proven wrong, however, when Ren cuts her off.

"Look... Yuutsu, I know I'm not the most exciting guy. If anything, I'd say I'm pretty ordinary compared to a few of our classmates. I have my ways of figuring things out, however, that I can't really explain... If I tried, I am pretty sure you wouldn't believe me. I can tell you WHY I learned about your parents, though." He makes his way out from behind the counter, continuing to speak as he sits down across from her. "I love you. I love you so much. You are so kind, no matter what happens. You accept those that don't fit in with what society considers normal or decent. You dress how you want, act how you want, and pay no mind to those who tell you not to do that. I love you, so much, I can't even describe it. I think about you everyday, worrying about you, and try my best to do what I can to help you when you are in need. I love you, Yuutsu."

She tenses as he suddenly places his hand on top of hers, finishing his confession by saying "I wanted to make sure everything was okay at home. Now that I know the struggle you have gone through, alongside the fact that you have stayed so kind when some others let those experiences change them for the worst, I find you even more beautiful than before. Yuutsu, will you please be my girlfriend?"

There is a thick silence in the air. For a second, Ren fears the worst: she'll reject him- no, she'll FEAR him. She'll FEAR him like all the others in their school. However, she shocks him. Instead of saying something like "No... you're scaring me." or "Get away from me! How did you get that information?!", she looks him in the eyes, making a proposition.

"I'll be your girlfriend, if we get married in the future. The near future, preferably. Marriage is very important to me, so I want to make sure our priorities when it comes to our relationship don't conflict."

His eyes widen, a grin forming as he quickly responds "Of course! That's what I was hoping to hear, actually! I'd love to get married! Should we start planning now, so we can be prepared for when we can afford it? I'll even make a savings account for it. I love you so much, I can't wait to get married!"

[akirawrites24]

WIP ;)

( bases of ibis paint are used )

[colleitheglidingchampionofsumeru]

Okay I'm going to do your request but it might take a little bit for me but if it's okay could I please ask for another Persona 5 men but what type of yandere would they be towards kianna

Platonic and romantic please

sure this one might be short and again I have no idea what platonic is I might not do it

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Akechi Goro

He'll probably just be the normal type he will keep her away from other boys all the time he'll keep her to himself and keep her safe all the time and won't let her near any other boys if anyone hurts her he will go crazy

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Ren Amamiya

The same as Akechi he will hurt anyone who hurts her and keep boys away from her and make sure she doesn't leave him he is really serious about the relationship all the time

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Ryuji Sakamoto

I'm not sure if he is or will be yandere but if he is he will love on her a lot and makes sure everyone knows that she is his he will love her to the very end no matter what if anyone hurts her he will hurt them

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I hope you liked that one I hope I did it right also

[lexsssu]

Treasure (Akira Kurusu | Ren Amamiya)

TAGS: Akira/F!reader, yandere, obsession, praise, breeding, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“Thank you for the curry, Akira-kun. It’s delicious as always and the coffee is perfect…!”

“Nothing less for my favorite patron of course~”

“Oh stop it, you! Using your charms won’t make me order another serving of curry”

“Darn. Guess I’ll just have to try harder next time then~”

“Of course you will. But I hope you know that the reason I keep coming back here is because of the food and not because of some pretty-boy cafe owner…!”

“Mhmm, I know very well that it’s only the food and drinks that keep you coming back. So that means all I have to do is make everything on the menu irresistible so you’d have no choice~”

“....Smart-ass”

Akira chuckled at the adorable pout you sent him, feeling his heartbeat seemingly getting faster as you played along with him. How your innocent little smiles and colorful blushes sent his heart into overdrive, reminding him constantly that the thief had been the one stolen from instead. 

You stole his heart and you didn’t even realize it.

So it was only natural that he would steal yours in return, right?

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Isn't she an adorable little thing?

So small

So soft

So ripe for the taking

Don't you just want to sink your teeth into her pretty little neck?

Leave your mark on her

You know you want to

She's practically begging for it

All you have to do is take the first step 

You know full well that she wants to be moaning beneath you

She wants to choke on your cock

She wants you to stuff it inside her tight pussy 

Give her all your cum, make sure you fuck it all straight into her womb

Do it. You want it. She wants it. Stop pretending like you're a good man when we both know you're the farthest thing from one.

And none of that matters, because you'll have her anyway.

WE'LL have her.

Whether she wants to be ours or not.

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“It's too dangerous for you to go home in this weather. Why don’t you stay the night here instead? I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if anything were to happen to you…”

Those were Akira’s words when he dissuaded you from traveling back to your own apartment as the thunderstorm raged outside of Leblanc. 

Yet...how did it turn out like this?

“Aren’t you my precious little treasure? Do you feel how tightly your pretty cunt is gripping my cock? It’s your first time and yet it’s swallowing up everything so happily...I just knew you were made for me~”

Arms wrapped around his strong neck, you hang onto Akira for dear life as he spears his girthy length into your sopping wet core, spreading your lower lips while the veins that pulsed along its length scraping against your previously untouched walls. He had your sinfully thick thighs wrapped around his narrow waist as he bucked up into you, basically carrying the entirety of your weight with his surprisingly strong arms.

For a man who supposedly worked full-time as the proprietor of a little cafe in Tokyo, Akira had both strength and a build beneath his unassuming clothes that clearly stated his physical prowess.

Not that you had any capacity to think about that when the man was flooding your insides with his thick, gooey cum. Your eyes are glazed as you panted, inhaling lungfuls of air as a heady mix of your clear love juice and his pearly essence dripped onto the wooden floors of his bedroom atop the shop.

Aside from the half-hard cock that plugged you up, you clearly felt the heat of his potent cum in your lower belly after the curly-haired male made sure to cum while he was balls-deep inside you. 

“Good girl. That’s my good girl. Taking my cum so eagerly...you’ll treasure my gift to you, won’t you? Because you’re my treasure and I want to leave my mark in you… ”

You should be scared at how things reached this point all of a sudden, but you find that you don’t care.

Not when you’d also long held a torch for the charming barista.

It was only your own insecurities that prevented you from ever saying a word. Why would you when Akira was so handsome, so charming, so smart as compared to your...mediocre self?

“Yours…♥” Smiling dazedly at him, you press a chaste kiss to his soft lips before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as a wave of drowsiness overtakes you.

There’s no need to ask questions. What matters is that he loves you as much as you loved him. So you don’t think about it anymore, simply relishing in the fact that the object of your affections returned your seemingly unrequited love.

“ I’ll protect you. No one will ever take you away from me. Don’t worry, my dear. You’ll be taken care of for life. Now that you’re mine...you’ll be treated like the priceless treasure you are~ ”

Eerie olden orbs glowed in the darkness, sometimes glinting with an unspeakable malice but they mostly shone with tenderness they were seemingly incapable of whenever they were trained on your sleeping figure.

[brynn-lear]

Alone Together, a YANDERE/Reader Multi-fandom Match-Up Event

Slot availability: The form should automatically close if all slots are full.

The Overseer GroupChat <osgc@garden.mail.com>

Sat, April 6, 11:56 PM ★

Greetings, Mx. (Y/n) (L/n), We regret to inform you that the fabric of your reality has collapsed. Please contact the Garden of Recollection at your earliest convenience. You will be redirected to a new realm with the appropriate company upon doing so. Please click the link below. Portal to another world: link Thank you for your cooperation.

Sent by The Memokeepers • Forgotten Hall

Pssst hey, down here, this is Beloved/B (the blog owner) speaking!

The premise of this event is quite simple:

1) You will be matched up with a fictional character, and you do not have a choice as to who will obsess over you and from which franchise they originally belonged from. Think of it as the ultimate gacha-like system Of All Time /silly.

2) Yes, "originally belonged from". By filling up the match-up form, you will not only have a yandere assigned to you but you will also be thrown/reincarnated to another dimension. It is no different from your regular old crossover fics. Essentially, someone might get matched up with Kaveh and receive a fic wherein you and Kaveh would have to traverse Tartarus with SEES members. It all depends on how you answer the form. It is impossible to receive a character and their original franchise as a combination.

Fandoms may include...

Genshin Impact

Honkai: Star Rail

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Persona 3-5 (Aged up/College au)

Bungou Stray Dogs

3) Once your match-ups are posted, you can head over to @chatroom-alonetogether to send The Overseers and your respective partner some text messages <3

4) That's all, have fun!!! Thank you so much for the 190 follows <3 Have a nice day!!!

All my love,

- Brynn Lear

Masterlist:

Akira Kurusu, Teyvat

Kamisato Ayato, Astral Express

Jing Yuan, Teyvat

[frickingnerd]

Goro Akechi Masterlist

oneshots

beneath the mask

during a masked ball you realize that the boy you're dancing with isn't your best friend, ren amamiya, but the boy you're in love with, goro akechi, who you accidentally just confessed to…

the assassin & his beloved target

akechi is hired by shido to assassinate you. but while he tries to gain your trust, he ends up falling in love with you. and you end up finding out the truth about akechi…

may we meet again, in a better life

akechi was ready to die in shido's palace, when you suddenly slipped through the gate in an attempt to safe him...

you're too good to be true

the cute girl akechi has a crush on is all over him at the jazz club. so why can't he shake the feeling that this it too good to be true...?

drabbles

i'll keep you safe forever

headcanons

dating goro akechi

married life with akechi

secretly dating akechi

akechi dating an idol

akechi dating an ace attorney

akechi with a rental girlfriend

rivals to friends with akechi

akechi's s/o almost passing out

akechi with a s/o who's a persona user

akechi with an emotionally distant s/o

yandere akechi with a foreign darling

akechi struggling with unwanted feelings

polyamorous

poly relationship with ren & akechi

poly relationship with ren, ryuji and akechi

love triangle

love triangle with akechi & ren

[thequietkid-moonie]

I can see Haunted Video Game Horrors are little popular. Has anyone like Video Game Horror stuffs here?

I can totally imagine Hilda from Pokémon stalking Reader/Player after playing Pokémon Black and White. She absolutely hates it when Y/N is playing with other main protagonists in other Pokémon games such as female Pokémon trainers. Hilda is madly in love with Y/N after playing as her as their favorite female protagonist. And same goes for Ren Amamiya from Persona 5, when Y/N loves Persona 5 too much. Ren the protagonist falls for Y/N who played as him for so long.

I have AU where Alastor as a digital entity, when The Player/Reader, Y/N was curious about the simulator that setting themed 1920s to interact. However, there is something off about the character named Alastor. The scariest part would be Alastor becomes a Radio Demon within the game and probably haunt Y/N forever.

Again, I haven't seeing Hazbin Hotel but

OH MY FUCKING GOOOOD!! BROOOOOO

okay okay, let me calm down

I love so fucking much the idea of diferent games being self aware and not just that but being yanderes for the player, is just a kind of horror that i fucking love so much???

Thanks Monika for making me this

i haven't get into pokemon or persona yet but honestly I love your idea, like, can I have one of those too????

[narrators-journal]

Akeshu, trans!joker yandere!akechi 26 and 31? Awa

Okay, so...since this is already a massive practice piece for me, I’m just gonna go ahead and go full steam ahead into offering a bunch of variety in my smut for this month. That being said, if this is in any way offensive, I’m sorry. I have little to no experience writing trans character smut, and I don’t know where the line is on simple smut, or the bad sort of sexualization. So! If this is at all offensive or tasteless, don’t be surprised if it gets deleted. But! For now, I hope this fits your criteria. I hope it’s good and yandere-ish, and I hope that, while light, your request for Akira to be trans is in there. I tried to keep the level of trans that he is (fully transitioned or top surgery only) a bit up to reader discresion.

EDIT: This one was another one that I felt I sort of half-assed the first time. So, I returned to it to hopefully pump more detail into it! I hope the improvement is clear for return readers, and I hope new readers will find it more enjoyable. I also hope I continued to be respectful to the trans community with the rewrite!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Kidnapping, obsession, yandere behavior in general, dubcon/noncon is at least implied, breeding is in there too, at least in passing, though it is admittedly a bit light on the body worship, even with the edit. Also, some gagging is tossed in too, and bondage.

Akira Kurusu. Joker, leader of the phantom thieves. An infuriatingly beautiful man with shaggy, coal-colored that was in a perpetual state of bedhead, fair skin decorated with the scars of his battles, and dark grey eyes kept behind thick fashion glasses. A man who’s body was sculpted for gymnastics but had the strength of a boxer, was a beautiful sight for Goro Akechi’s red eyes.

Though, that fact didn’t make him any less of a porcupine, as his looks were only one of the barbs that the phantom thief had left embedded in Akechi’s chest. The other quill was his personality. His sharp tongue, compassion, along with the impressive ingenuity and determination beneath the ravenette’s quiet awkwardness. He had infected the brunette’s brain like a disease ever since he’d learned of the flashy, arrogant man. It drove Akechi mad. Even now, when the ravenette was safely kept a few floors away from Akechi at any moment. Even as the second coming of the detective prince pounded into his captive, Akira’s hold on him seemed unwavering.

Especially when his thoughts were simmered down to little more than the ravenette’s most carnal desires. Tied down to the cheap, creaky bedframe that bounced off of the insulated walls of his cell, the ID tags on his thick leather collar softly jostled by each of Akechi’s rough thrusts into his warm, lubricated hole. It all served to simply amplify the bliss that coursed through the brunette’s veins with each movement.

And why shouldn’t the detective enjoy the spoils of his trials? Of his gorgeous rival helplessly gagged beneath him? His wrists tied by shibari rope above his head, lean muscles exposed to the basement’s cool air for the brunette to drink in. His many scars from the detective prince’s persona, or the gender confirming surgery that he’d gotten at some point in his past, the way that the tip of his navel collected sweat as he twitched and writhed in reluctant pleasure. He had a right to relish the gentle curves of his physique, of the squeeze of Akira’s asshole, or thighs around his waist. Especially when he was balls deep and high on the mixture of ecstasy and sadistic joy that came from every squeak of fear that slipped through the ballgag.

Though, spite and sadism weren’t the only things that fuelled Akechi’s pleasure, there was also the simple pleasure that came from the friction of Akira’s ass around his cock. And, the knowledge of how nobody but him would ever get to see Joker’s face red with lust was another factor to consider. A particularly drug-like one, too. So, the feral brunette was willing to go to any length to keep that fact true.

I’ll cut you open. I’ll decorate you with marks. He thought as his crimson eyes admired the way Akira’s belly muscles flexed and twitched beneath his fair skin. I’ll knock you up. I’ll breed you like the bitch you are. Akechi continued to think, a wicked grin on his lips as his movements lost rhythm to the unhinged pleasure. It doesn’t matter if you can realistically get pregnant, I’ll breed you. He thought at the ravenette, though he couldn’t seem to verbalize the words. I’ll find a way to trap you with me. Make sure you can never escape me, even if you get out of this god damned basement, Kurusu.

Akechi let loose a deep, growling moan into the cooled air of the basement at that thought. The bubble in his belly turned to a tsunami of warmth with only a handful more thrusts. Thick, warm ribbons of cum poured into the phantom thief’s belly. I don’t care...I’ll make you mine, forever.

[delicious-p4ncakes]

Chapter 2 of my yandere!Shuake fanfic is out now!!