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narrators-journal · 19 hours

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thanks for confirming you're okay with it, I just like general fluff between Yusuke and Ryuji, maybe things about confessions. Smut wise, they both seem like they'd be switches and I enjoy frottage between them

This took a good amount of time to work out, but I hope it’s good and fluffy! I don’t write a lot of Yusuke or Ryuji, so forgive me if they aren’t very fitting. But, I hope you enjoyed regardless, it was a lot of fun to write <3

“Yuuuuuuusuuke!” Ryuji Sakamoto called as he burst out of the dreary grey and through the door of Le Blanc. Yet, his entrance was only met with the empty silence of the unoccupied cafe. The only sign of life within the warm-colored, coffee-scented walls a thick, paint-dotted book that had been left on one of the tables. “Yusuke? Are you around, dude? You better not have stood me up after I put this money away to get you lunch!” He called again as he approached the abandoned book and tried to somehow peer through the floorboards above his head.

Yet, no matter how he squinted and strained, he couldn’t see through the boards, even if Yusuke and Akira were hidden above him. So, with a heavy sigh, he looked back to the table he stood by. Where a sketchbook sat alone.

Decorated with specks of differently colored paints, scratches, and charcoal stains, Yusuke’s sketchbook was well loved and obviously precious to the lanky, blue-haired man. So, Ryuji plopped down at the table with a sigh. “Guess I just have to wait for you. What a girly thing to do.” The blonde joked to the richly scented air, a small smile on his face as he sat by the book in the quiet cafe. Left to sit and watch the cloudy sky close in on the streets outside with little else to do but watch time tick by around him.

Yusuke’s beloved sketchbook his only form of company in the homely cafe’s silence. His only form of potential entertainment, too… “I mean…” Ryuji hummed to himself, “I doubt he’d particularly care, right? He shows off his artwork at those competitions, so he’s surely okay if I take a peek.” With that, the blonde flicked open Yusuke’s sketchbook to stroll through the pages of artwork.

And, of course, there was plenty of life studies and thumbnail sketches and doodles. Some pages were nothing but careful studies of phones, or people on the subway, others were filled with scribbles, flowers, joke conversations between chibi versions of the phantom thieves. But, as Ryuji continued to turn pages, he began to come across more finished sketches of Akira, Futaba, or Ann, before he reached a similar, yet different section of the pages. And while the others had their fair share of pages of studies for their faces or expressions, after those, there was an extensive swatch of pages that. Only had Ryuji.

And, unlike Yusuke’s other friends, the sketches and drawings of these pages weren’t simple studies of practice, but entire drawings of just. Ryuji. Skull with captain kidd, Skull half out of the mona bus’ window, plenty of expressions, and just, drawings of the blonde doing random things. All drawn with care and great detail for Ryuji’s mannerisms and costume details. “Wow, this is-” As he spoke, the ambiance of the quiet coffee shop was broken with the soft jingle of the bell above the door that announced the return of the artist. Only a split second before his indignant squawk did. “Ryuji?! What the hell are you doing here so early?!” Yusuke yelled as he barreled over to the blonde to snatch his sketch book off of the table. “I was coming to get you for lunch, remember? We agreed to meet up here by noon.” “You’re too early though!” Yusuke declared, his grey eyes fixed on Ryuji angrily, only off-set by the healthy dust of crimson across his pale cheeks. Well, that answers that for me, huh? “Inari, it’s 1 pm.” Was the simple counter to that point, said with a smile that tried to fight its way onto the man’s face as he watched the blue-haired artist check his phone. “Oh. It is.” He said, the anger in his words gone for a bit of indignance and embarrassment.

And, with that shift came an awkward silence between them. As if Akira wasn’t off to the side, left to politely wait for the silence to break. “Anyways, you ready to go get some of that lunch? Or did you and Joker already do that?” Ryuji asked as he got to his feet, and just like that, the tension was broken. “O-oh, no. I’m sorry about that by the way, I-I was at the bath house,” Yusuke explained, the awkwardness that clung to his words the artist’s natural weirdness. “Great! Let’s go then!”

And, just like that, the snooped-through sketchbook had been forgotten in favor of lighter conversation as the pair made their way outside. Though, the gentle pitter patter of the drizzle on Ryuji’s umbrella didn’t wash the experience away entirely. The blonde may not have mentioned it, but those lovingly detailed drawings of him were on his mind. And, he couldread between those lines.

#Persona 5 #persona #Ryuji Sakamoto x Yusuke Kitagawa #Yusuke Kitagawa #Ryuji Sakamoto #scenario #fluff #ask

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Art is all around

So. This is probably my weakest writing. I couldn’t really think of much for a whole scenario? So I just let myself write what came to mind the same way I do Ryomina content. So, this is just a blurb of a scenario. I hope you can find something to enjoy in it regardless tho! I had zero other ideas.

To an extent, Science is an art form in and of itself, y’know? You use the tools you see around you to create and discover new things about the world. Though, of course, science has far more rules, limits, and ethics that surround that discovery and creation, but, Senku still saw the art in his beloved medium of expression.

That being said, he could admit that when it came to entertainment, science wasn’t for everyone. So, he could admit that he needed someone who knew more about the ins and outs of a more acceptable method of creativity. That, was why he stood in front of you now.

The vines and flora tangled around your petrified body to give a sense of colorful, vibrant modesty. A rather fitting way to find you. The leek-haired man thought as he stepped back from your statue, Taiju soon at his side, “Hey, don’t we know this person?” The tall brunette asked, the dvd screen saver almost visible in his brown eyes as it tried to hit the corner of the screen. Yet, Senku waved that thought off pretty easily, “Does that matter? They’re an artist, we need an artist.” “Yeah, but we’ve already got a mangaka to give us art, is this another one?” Taiju asked, quick to follow his smaller friend’s lead as the scientist began to untangle the vines and brambles from your legs. “They’re not a mangaka, but they’re an artist. We need someform of variety, taiju. If there’s only one story-teller, the stories are gonna be a bit repetitive. Like when Disney took over too much stuff and all the movies became basically the same.” He explained as he worked, but the brunette thought for a moment before he responded, “That’s a pretty bleak way to remember movies from our time…” “Taiju.” Senku huffed, his crimson eyes bored as they looked at the well-intentioned work horse. “Right. Not the point.” And, with that, the two finished digging up your statue with a deft dodge of Taiju’s attempt to blind the scientist to preserve your modesty and a splash of the revival fluid.

And, in a heartbeat, the cracks across your stoney skin began to appear. Spread across your body swiftly until, at last, the chunks of rock fell off of your newly made skin. Left behind, was the same ol’ you that Senku had known in school. “Welcome to the new stone age! Hope your art skills stuck around.” The leek chirped at you, Taiju quick to nod along with his own friendly smile. A friendly smile that, didn’t seem to do much to soothe the confusion and fear in your eyes.

Jesus, I know artists are best when they suffer, but please don’t have a breakdown.

#Dr. Stone #dcst #Senku Ishigami x reader #senku ishigami #vague x reader #Ao3 ask #scenario

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narrators-journal · 2 days

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I have NO clue what the hell is going on, but jeebus is finding the energy to write and think a struggle.

#thoughts #angsting #gianna chats #waa waa

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narrators-journal · 5 days

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Could you do a scenario on what it was like for Stanley to first get a military buzz cut

So, this is another short tale, one that goes into a bit of a territory I’m only vaguely aware of, so I admittedly try to not really. Focus on it, just the characters. Either way, I hope you enjoy! It’s just kind of a dumb little thing tho, I couldn’t really come up with much for a SCENARIO, so I had to get a lil creative lol.

“God damn it! Why do we have to get our hair cut! I look stupid with a buzzcut!” A new recruit whined to his reflection in the room he shared with Stanley Snyder. His eyes locked onto the hair cut he’d been made to get while Stan did his best to silently ignore his companion’s ‘crisis’. At least, until the snow-haired man felt the weight of an exptecting stare on his skin.

God, do you really expect me to comfort your dumb ass? He thought, his eyes kept stubbornly on the pages of his book. But, the only response the man’s grumpy thought got, was a continued, pitiful stare. Despite how neither man knew the other, and how childish the man’s fishing expedition was to the smoker.

Until, after a painfully long, silent few moments, Stan finally caved with a heavy sigh as he put the literature down to look at the man at the mirror. “How are you so distraught at the hair cut? Shaving your head is a pretty well known part of the military. Did you expect to be exempt for your pretty looks?” Stan pointed out with a glare to his temporary room mate. The cold hostility in his words and expressions enough to finally smack some sense into his room mate. “Well, I mean I...knew about it, but I thought we were past this forced conformity bullshit!” The man argued, which only got an eyeroll from Stanley. “Oh come on! Don’t look down on me, aren’t you a little upset at cutting your hair?!” “I don’t like needing to shave my head, but I also knew I might have to when I signed up for this. So, I’m not gonna sulk and whine like a dumbfuck over something that will grow back.” He snapped back, before he returned to his book.

And, after that, his room mate didn’t fish for any further sympathy from him. Whether from the embarrassment of being called dumb, or the reminder that the hair cut was a known aspect of joining the military didn’t matter. He was quiet. Angry, but Stan was used to sulky, bitter energy being directed at him, so it was far easier to pretend it wasn’t there.

#ask #dr. stone #dcst #Stanley Snyder #scenario #short

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narrators-journal · 7 days

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The Lethality of the persona bites

Is this really sensical? No. This is just for me. Moreso than most of my other Ryomina works. Most context I can give, is...I like giving people fangs, and I had fun trying to break down which of the four in my rpverse is the worse.

I mean, it's Ryoji obviously. But, for funsies! Shits and gigs!

GORO AKECHI

Risk of being bitten: Low

Survivability: Medium

Damage: Medium

Akechi has shark-like teeth of uniform length thanks to Loki. And, fittingly for someone as methodical as Akechi, they often come out only when he chooses for them to come out. Though, they also may come out when his negative emotions are high, but with some focus, he can keep that from happening. Which, gives Akechi one of the highest amounts of control over his fangs.

On the topic of his level of control and thought, hee isn’t likely to bite you unless he’s given no other real option. Akechi’s simply more methodical and premeditated with his violence. After all, teeth leave bitemarks that can be traced, and require close quarters that risk the leaving of dna and being hurt. He’s more likely to just wait for an opening and shoot you, or give you a mental shut down. So, his teeth aren’t consistently dangerous, since he isn’t likely to use them.

However, in the case that he doesuse them, his bite is very damaging. Easily capable of biting chunks out of people and leaving someone with a gaping hole and a higher risk of bleeding out on the way to the hospital. Thankfully, though, Akechi doesn’t have any form of venom or powered-up bite force, so nothing is there to complicate being bitten. It’s a pretty simple bite compared to the others.

The main thing that will end you in an encounter where Akechi bites you, is Akechi himself. You can get to a hospital and stop the bleeding of the bite itself, but Akechi may choose to finish you off after the fact. Which is a lot harder of a threat to deal with.

AKIRA KURUSU

Risk of being bitten: Medium

Survivability: Medium

Damage: High

Akira’s fangs are more non-uniform than Akechi’s, though just as sharp. They vary a bit in length thanks to resembling the jagged mouth of Arsene. And, unlike Akechi’s fangs, Akira can’t entirely control when his fangs come out or not. They’re much like the claws of a cat, appearing with pressure to the right spot in his mouth. Aka, the top of his mouth or to his human teeth.

Which, means that when Akira bites, his fangs are brought out. Which, wouldn’t be too much of an issue, if not for Akira having violent impulses that crop up when his temper wears thin. Which, he has a fairly good control of. But, it also means his temper is like a game of russian roulette, 5 out of 6 times, nothing too bad will happen, but that sixth time is often horrible in exchange.

On the bright side, that unpredictable nature is the only real complication to factor into a confrontation, as Akira, like Akechi doesn’t have any venom and his bite force is that of a human’s. But, in exchange, his damage is a lot higher than Akechi’s, as his uneven bite pattern lends itself less to cleanly cutting, and far more to tearing. So, the damage he can do in a single bite is worse than Akechi’s bite due to shredding through muscle and skin rather than taking out a clean chunk and causing trauma at a less predictable depth. Though, thanks to the uneven length of his fangs, blood loss is a slightly lessened threat than it is in Akechi’s situation, as not every tooth is likely to go deep enough to hit an artery, or at least won’t puncture an artery as many times. So, the primary risk of Akira’s bite is the damage done to your skin in a struggle and potential for infection.

EIKICHI MISHINA

Risk of being bitten: Low

Survivability: High

Damage: Low

Unlike the two discussed before him, Eikichi’s fangs don’t come from his shadow, but a rumor spread around his school that he was a vampire. So, he only has two fangs instead of a mouth full. So, already, despite his two fangs being more like needles, you’ve got a better chance of surviving. Helped in part by the low risk Eikichi actually poses to you.

Granted, when Eikichi doesbite, it’s fairly dangerous. After all, he does have two needles for fangs, and will instinctively go for an artery to feed as much as possible, which instantly raises the likelihood of bloodloss. Added to by the fact that, unlike the previous specimens, Eikichi’s jaw is capable of locking into place on his prey. So, escaping his bite is a challenge unless you can apply enough pressure to both sides of his jaw to force them open.

However, the danger of a bite is mitigated by simply how low the chances of it happening is. Since, as a passive vegetarian, Eikichi has no real interest in causing harm or feeding on other people. He’s, instead, a bit of a passifist. So, you would have to almost actively ignore his warnings and get very close to him to be bitten in the first place.

Though, again, unlike the previously discussed pair, Eikichi’s bite doescome with a complication in the form of him having venom. A venom that is meant to disarm the person he bites and puts them into a sort of drug-addled trance that makes them less likely to fight him. But, that’s not the only complication he comes with, as his jaw actually isa bit stronger than a human’s, and is capable of locking so that it’s harder for his prey to pull free. So, all around, Eikichi isn’t the most dangerous or deadly, but he’s noteworthy.

RYOJI MOCHIZUKI

Risk of being bitten: Depends

survivability: You’re fucked

Damage: You’re fucked

Ryoji Mochizuki is. A special case on the topic of his fangs and his bite. For one, his fangs aren’t very commonly seen. They’re kept to his shadow form, and he’s not likely to bare them at someone since he’s surprisingly pretty nonviolently. But, he’s also insanely capable of violence and harm. He’s literally a creature born from the worst parts of humanity, a child of Nyx who’s sole purpose is to apprise the fall and end humanity as a whole. He’s built to kill. Yet, despite that, the only real way to be bitten is to force his hand.

Of course, in the early years, when he was little beyond an apex predator bent on harvesting souls to feed his trapped mother, that low chance of being bitten would’ve been insanely high. As, if you were in his cross-hairs, you weren’t surviving.

Which, is why his survivability is so low. Because, where his bite lacks in consistent risk level, it makes up for with its kill rate. Mostly thanks to his skill in hunting humanity, but the fact that Ryoji’s venom gives you Apathy syndrom, you have no real way to survive being bitten by him. Because, if his jaw strength and razor-blades-for-teeth don’t kill you, the induced apathy syndrome will drive you to take your life similarly to how a komodo dragon’s spit is so diseased that it’ll kill you afterwards.

So, it shouldn’t be a surprise that the god of death has the lowest chance of survival despite arguably having the lowest risk of being bitten.

#Persona #persona 3 #Persona 5 #Persona 2 #Ryoji Mochizuki #Eikichi Mishina #Just fun #faux essay #self indulgent #Akira Kurusu #Ren Amamiya #Goro Akechi #fangs #monsters

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narrators-journal · 8 days

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I know your asks are open but I figured I should see if you like a ship before I suggest it. So recently I've really liked Yusuke x Ryuji and I would like to request something as long as you are okay with the ship

Yeah! That's completely fine. I don't ship it, but I'll still write for it! Just no threesomes rn, and please be patient.

#ask #general ask #question

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narrators-journal · 10 days

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HIHIHIHIHI:3 I saw ur request box open can u pls write Loki helps goro breed (f)Reader ?

My brain has been absolutely NOTHING but Ryomina. Be it Smut or general thoughts, it’s alllll just Ryomina EXCLUSIVELY. Sooooooo, I. Struggled. Akechi never struck me as someone who would hook up with anyone outside of mayyyybe joker, and even then I don’t entirely see their chemistry. Loki? Yeah, I could see him being a horny bitch, but not so much his user lololol. So cooking up a scenario that fit the prompt was a bit tricky.

So! I just went HAM. I just leaned into some fun experimentation on how to portray some smut. So! It’s short, a lot is left up to imagination, it’s a little vague, but I hope it’s still enjoyable and fun in some way.

CW: implied non-con, teratophilia, and pregnancy! Be warned! There’s also pretty blatantly stated blackmail. Please be very mindful as you read below the cut.

The human body is almost known for its durability. A tumble down a cliffside, gunshots, stabbings, freezings, all had a chance of survival. So, it wasn’t a surprise that the human body was capable of being stretched and filled to an insane amount, right? Your belly may bulge, and your skin may be littered with varied cuts and bite marks, but you could survive. You didsurvive.

Your skin was decorated in scars that varied in their severity, and the strength of your reputation as a star was hung over your head like some fucked up version of mistletoe, but you were alive to tell the tale. If...it wasn’t a story that would’ve gotten you thrown into the grippy sock hotel.

But, regardless of whether or not you’d be believed, you were alive. You’d survived being stuffed to the brim with an inhuman cock, and you’d lived when the nightmare Zebra, bull thing that loomed over you had filled your belly with enough molten desire that your skin had felt ready to split apart. Of course, you couldn’t mention what had happened with that demon, but you...could move on from it. You could...do what Akechi demanded and hopefully get him to erase the video he’d taken. Then, you can finally completely forget what had happened.

The way that demon’s cock had slowly drug against every inch of you, the feeling of his claws when they bit into the skin of your sides and back, the...way something seemed to lingerin your body, even after the demon had filled you until boiling...fluid, had begun to drip out of you. You could leave it all behind, get rid of it in some way. Right?

All you could do was hope. Hope, and survive the rancid predicament once again.

#Persona 5 #Persona #Loki x reader #Akechi Goro x reader #kinda #persona 5 royal #x reader #scenario #ask #not sfw #spicy #dark #lemon-scented #short

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narrators-journal · 10 days

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I am STRUGGLING with a set up for this ask ya'll.

#struggling...#gianna chats

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narrators-journal · 12 days

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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨

Awwww, I'm flattered. Off to see who I can throw this at lol

#not an ask #general ask

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narrators-journal · 14 days

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Just a dream

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Minato?

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

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

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

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

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

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

#persona 3 #persona 3 reload #persona #Ryoji Mochizuki x Minato Arisato #Ryoji Mochizuki x Makoto Yuuki #unhinged shit #Makoto Yuuki #Minato Arisato #Ryoji Mochizuki x male!persona 3 protagonist #angst #angst and fluff #attempted gore #Ryoji Mochizuki #male!persona 3 protagonist #scenario

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narrators-journal · 16 days

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Eat, my children. Eat!

persona 4 and 5

Kanji x succubus Ann and rise

Sleeping sex( i don know the actual Nane of this) Double blowjob and paizuri, some Bites marks and a little bit of yuri.

Kanji always have good nights of sleep. But he doest know he is being visited by demon girls at night

Hello author i Hope you are okay kudos

This was a bit of a headache to get through, but! I’m pretty happy with this set up. I took my time and tried my best. I don’t think I’m entirely up for threesome asks yet, but this was a pretty fun test for that. I hope it’s a fun read, if a bit rusted and meh at parts.

CW: Double paizuri, double blowjob, a bit of lovebites, a touch of Yuri, not super there, but it’s at least hinted at.

With a cat scratch of a moon in the dark, cloudless night sky, a beautiful blonde stood across the street from a humble, small home. Beside her, stood her girlfriend. A darker haired woman who matched Ann with a pair of her own small, straight horns at the top of her head between two pigtails, and a short, purplish-black tail that swayed behind her. “So, this is your choice for tonight’s meal?” Rise asked, and Ann nodded, her own honey gold hair pulled back into a bun. Similarly, she also shared in her partners horns and tail. However, unlike the tiny horns Rise had, Ann had a larger, pinker hued, curved pair at the sides of her head. “He has a partner, but they shouldn’t be home for a while. So, we should have plenty of time to have some fun.” She said, a smile spread across her face to match the one her girlfriend gave.

And, with that, the duo crossed the darkened street and slipped into the home with the use of their powers. The homey, comfortable interior left to be looked over later in favor of finding the master bedroom. Where, they found their prey. A dark-haired man, who’d dozed off on his bed with the tv left to play until Ann flicked it off.

Meanwhile, Rise undid Kanji’s pants to get his cock out from his boxers. Which, caused the succubi to both pause to admire his healthy length and girth before they climbed onto the bed. Rise on one side of the unconscious man’s legs, and Ann on the other. And, once they had their spots, the succubi set to work.

Carefully, Ann wrapped her fingers around Kanji’s member and began to slowly stroke along his length. The touch of her skin against his enough to send a ripple of sleep magic across his skin and ensure their prey didn’t wake up as the duo worked him slowly up to erection.

Once he was finally semi-erect, Rise and Ann lowered their heads to run their tongues over the length of the dark-haired man’s dick. The brunette demon at the tip, her skilled tongue used to swirl around the head of his semi erect cock while the blonde succubus kissed and nibbled at the base. Kisses left along the length of him as well as slow swipes of her own long tongue until the duo switched places. Then, Ann kissed the precum off of Kanji’s tip while Rise kissed and toyed with Kanji more from the base.

Though, unlike Ann, Rise was a bit gentler and more playful in her time at the bottom. The shaft of the twitching cock neglected by the brunette in favor of kisses and nibbles to Kanji’s thighs and feather light kisses to his sack. However, their seperate administrations didn’t last too long before Ann dipped her head and took the man’s length into her mouth.

In response, Kanji gave a quiet, low moan, which encouraged the blonde succubus to bob her head along his nibbled and marked length. Yet, she didn’t give him an entire blowjob before she stopped prematurely to let Rise have a turn instead. Once they’d both bobbed their head to tease Kanji, though, they moved on to the next step.

Which, included the use of their combined spit as lubrication to sandwich Kanji’s cock between their plump breasts and entrap his member in a cage of warmth and skin-to-skin friction. Yet, while that friction felt nice for the unconscious man, as shown by his low moans and an occasional twitch, the two succubi were left to handle their own hormones when they began to similarly simmer. Which, they accomplished with a slow kiss. One that allowed Rise to taste the blonde’s cherry-flavored lipbalm as well as the taste of pre-cum that still lingered in her girlfriend’s mouth.

Yet, the two still didn’t linger upon that stimulation for the unconscious man they fed upon. “Should we just, let him get off and feed already?” Ann asked as the girls sat up on either side of Kanji’s legs, but Rise only hummed as she wiped away a bit of spit from her lips and thought, “No~” she finally settled, a smile on her face as she looked at Ann in the darkness of Kanji’s bedroom. “If he cums too quickly, we can just keep going. After all, you did say his partner would be gone for a while, right?” She hummed, and Ann nodded, which was enough to earn a smile from her girlfriend. “Then there’s no real reason to-” Her assurance fell dead on arrival at the sound of the front door opening.

“Kanji! I’m home early!” Naoto called simply. The sound of his voice enough to wake the dark-haired man despite the succubi’s magic. “Shit…I fell asleep...” He groaned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up to go and greet his partner. However, when he looked around his dark room, there was no longer any sign of anyone there. Only the quiet shadows and the erection the succubi had stashed back in his pants. The succubi swift to leave before they were caught.

#reblog #reblog 2 hold u over <3

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20$ make a fella holla

I don’t know if it’s obvious, but I can never describe Senku’s fucking hair. It’s just...how do you describe that shit??

Regardless, I hope this is a fun read, I just kinda had fun with it, tried to make it amusing to read, just a lil fake dating romp <3 Hope the romantic tone is there though at the end! I thought it was a pretty cute lil moment, at least.

Some people loved weddings, with the belief that they were the perfect time to bask in the love of your partner and joy of your family. Some, believed the events to be garish, stressful, exhausting nightmares for everyone involved. Which, was more or less the group you fell into.

Though, of course, you had no real issue with weddings, and someday may also wish to be married to your own future partner. But, that didn’t keep the sudden invitation to a family friend’s surprise nuptuals from coming out of left field.

So, befitting someone in your panicked position, you scrambled to find a date to accompany you to the event. Someone, anyone who could make sure you couldn’t be paired off with a complete and total stranger for pictures, and that no well-intentioned aunties, or eager, nosey grannies could offer potential dates and suitors.

Alas, your boyfriend had dumped you a month before, and none of your friends were free to attend with you. “When does this crap end? I’ve got a project to get to.”

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Senku, will you please quit complaining already? Do you have zerofucking social skills?” You hissed back in a similarly quiet tone your date at the reception table. Aka your roommate, Senku Ishigami. A slightly eccentric, odd-haired 19 year old science prodigy on his third year of college, and your last fucking nerve at the moment.

But, your annoyance seemed to simply bounce off of your ‘boyfriend’ as his crimson eyes glared back at you as he muttered quietly, “I do, but this is damned boring. Plus, this tuxedo is itchy as hell. I did my bit, why don’t we just leave already? The ceremony’s over.” “Because that’s passive aggressive and rude, Senku. Have you never been to a wedding?” You asked back, but before your ‘boyfriend’ could shoot back with some explanation about the useless nature of such events, one of your tablemates asked, “So, how long have you two been together?” in an attempt to start some less hissed and angry conversation. “Oh! Uh, about…” While you scrambled for a good answer, Senku jumped in to save you, “Going on two years soon. A little under a month before that marker, actually.” He answered, his boredom well hidden under his usual cool, unbothered demeanor as he spoke, but it still irked you.

Almost as much as his claim did, honestly. God, why am I not surprised that he doesn’t give a singular fuck about the plot holes I’ve gotta patch up if someone asks for details?You mentally fumed as your expression remained politely chipper and joyful as the woman across from you continued to ask questions. “How ever did you two meet then? I hope I’m not rude, but you two don’t seem like eachothers ‘types’.” She hummed, but before you could toss out some bland, cutesy meet-cute plot, Senku spoke once again, “Oh, kinda creepily, actually. She needed a room mate, I was just the person to take her offer.” Why not just admit I’m paying you to be here too?!“We didn’t like eachother at first, I usually don’t like super extroverted girls surrounded by dramatic friends and shit. Which, at first, that’s what she seemed like. I mean, jeez, let loose a machete-wielding maniac on campus and she’d have been prime ‘hot bimbo victim’ material.” Oh my fucking god, Ishigami, what next? Calling me ‘the old ball and chain’? How is this supposed to be believably romantic?!But, of course, the man continued regardless of your attempts to psychicly blow him up. “But, a month or so in, I realized my assumptions were wrong. She’s actually quite a funny, charming girl, with a good head on her shoulders, and some intellegence to her. And...well, y’know, I asked her out from there. Though, I have no clue why she agreed to date my ass, but she did! And I’ve held onto my title since then.”

As he spoke so easily, you were stuck with a nerves-laced smile the entire time. Only able to muster the occassional giggle to try and sell the romance in his take on your actual situation. Because, what else were you to do? Correct your boyfriend on your meeting story? That’d just out how fake the two of you were in an instant, so you mostly focused on your bland wedding reception food and tried not to give your room mate dirty looks as he spoke.

Thankfully, though, the woman across from you two seemed at least a bit charmed, or at least amused by the romantic twist on how your initial meeting with the odd-haired scientist. So, you could let out an internal sigh and redirect the conversation away from your ‘love story’ before Senku could cook up any other questionable tales. But, as you sat there in polite conversation as you ate your fillet mignon and mashed potatoes, Senku’s story was able to settle into your mind. Allowed to stew and marinate as the reception continued.

Why the hell would he got down such a weirdly honest route? He seems more the type to claim we met on tinder, not that weirdly sweet tale of growing to like me from an awkward set up. You asked yourself. Because, in the two years you’d had the man as a room mate, he had always favored blunt honesty over sugar-coating anything, so, it was odd that he had such a long-winded lie at the ready. And it you couldn’t explain it away as him having ‘prepped for the role’, you had to fight him just to put on a tux and pull his gravity-defying hair into a ponytail so he didn’t look weird in any wedding photos. He wouldn’t bother with that type of preparation. So...what? Was he being...honest?

It wasn’t an entirely comfortable realization to come across. Even if Senku had his moments of being attractive, and he was a pretty good room mate, he had the tact of a brick, and a blatant love for science over any living person, least of all you, right?

God, get a hold of yourself, girl.You chided yourself with a small sigh, only a glance thrown to your date to briefly study how he sat and ate his food, that glint of boredom back in his cherry-colored eyes. This isn’t some rom-com fanfiction. Your roomie hasn’t been harboring some deep love for you for two years unless your a beaker of nitroglycerin. You reminded yourself firmly, the flustered butterflies in your belly squashed coldly as you returned to the food in front of you.

Though, after a moment, you did dare another glance to your pretend boyfriend beside you, and this time, those crimson orbs looked back at you. And, as if the scientist had suddenly learned to read your mind, he leaned over until you could feel his warm breath tickle your ear when he whispered, “What’s with the weird looks? Surprised the unfeeling scientist has a heart?” in a playful,flirtatioustone that was almost alien to hear mixed into his voice. A tone you had heard plenty of time in your life, but still managed to cause you to gasp, and choke on your own spit. Like a true charmer.

“Oh! Oh shit, are you choking on something, hon?” Senku asked, instantly on his feet as you coughed on your surprise, “Jesus, maybe this is a good time to go. With your luck, dear, you’ve got a cold brewing.” He said, at least decent enough to fabricate some form of a lie before he took his opportunity and almost drug you from the reception hall just as you got your breath back. I’m going to kill this bastard.

#Senku x fem!reader #Senku Ishigami #x reader #Dcst #dr stone #Senku x reader #scenario #Ao3 ask

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narrators-journal · 21 days

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Hi! I'm the joker req anon, but I would like the poly relationship ^u^ (thx for accepting my request!)

Np! Forgive the repeated answering of the ask, but I want to clarify, do u still want smut, or would you prefer if I just did some poly fluff? I'd ask in a dm, but ur on anonymous, understandably, and I don't wanna seem weird

#housekeeping #gotta double check #ask #sorry dude #I promise the next one I'll just give u a scenario for lol

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Oh ty for answering my question! I would like to request joker x F!Reader x Arsene can you let it be mix of fluff n smut? :3

Ahhhh sadly, I'm not really up for threesome smut. I can write poly relationships, but I'd prefer the smut be one on one. Is that an okay take?

#ask #question

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narrators-journal · 22 days