Hi (\(**)

Hi (\(⁠*⁠꒪⁠ヮ⁠꒪⁠*⁠)

can I request a poly Relationship with Goro and Akiren (And if you don't write poly then can you do love triangle?)

Pls take care of yourself and have small breaks and Don't stress about your request!

Have a nice day ₍⁠₍⁠◞⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠௰⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠◟⁠₎⁠₎

Goro Akechi x Reader x Akira Kurusu

A/N: AGHGHGH thank you so much anon your so sweet :) this is my first time writing a poly relationship so i hope its ok!

Warnings: Nothing really!! let me know if i missed anything!

Word count: 298

honestly its crazy

they are CONSTANTLY competing for your full, undying attention. its kind of tiring. you can never catch a break, especially when they are CONSTANTLY bickering.

sometimes you have to go mom mode and like pull on there ears and tell them to get along

there are some nice times though

you guys go on nice dates together because Akechi and Akira actually have quite similar tastes

you guys go to Jazz Jin quite a bit, and its one of the few dates thats actually relaxing because there both sipping away at there drinks and enjoying the calming environment.

you get FLUSTERED SO EASY and ALL THE TIME

by themselves there both such flirts, but together ITS UNREAL how quick they can make you a flustered mess.

somehow they compliment each other so well, and there bickering quickly turns into flirtatious comments directed at you.

the only thing the get along about is you. they will be at each others throats, and then a second later there both talking about how cute you are with hearts in there eyes.

you almost never get to go on solo dates. Akechi is really possessive and jealous, and Akira just acts like an out right baby when you leave him out. "You don't love me anymore, do you Y/N?". Akira will definitely whine a lot, but Akechi will just send you both dirty looks.

its really fun to spend time with them though.

like watching movies?? the funnest. especially horror movies.

Akechi is busy talking about how bad quality it is, and how the story isn't nearly elaborate enough, and Akira is busy guessing who the killer is even though he's almost always wrong.

over all, its really fun, but its also VERY crazy and kind of tiring.

I have figured out how to do 3d animations with akechi's rig now

Continuing my fav tradition of making Goro dress up for Newjeans song…

Hello :D

may I request Akira and Got w f!s/o that seems to have a normal body but is actually strong? You can feel her muscles if you put your hand on it or if she was stretching you can see her muscles

(and can you add there is one time she princess cared them ^^)

Thx !

Secret Strength

Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi - Persona 5

A/N: I love this!! thank you so much Anon! im also sorry i didn't make a scenario for these, i couldn't think of anything im so sorry!!

Warnings: talk of muscles and physique, thats all!

Word Count: 309

Akira~

kinda weirdly chill with it

he doesn't make a big deal about it, a little surprised, but just kind of rolls with it

admires you and likes to look at you a lot when your shirt rides up, or some of your skin is exposed.

however sometimes it catches him off guard

if you guys are working out together or going on a run and all of a sudden you accidently flex your muscles hes kinda like

:0

but he just smiles and keeps going with whatever he was doing before

if you have feint abs he likes to trace them, he finds it soothing

he finds it especially nice that your not like INCREDIBLY beefy, he just thinks your much more comfortable

(He wouldn't care how beefy you are, but he likes that you are able to maintain such a nice physique and also be buff)

aspires to be like you, keep a nice lean physique but also be super strong

if you princess carry him he is a GIGGLING MESS

smiling and dramatically throwing his arms around you :)

princess carries you after wards

Akechi~

SURPRISED

actually has do a double take

"Damn my s/o is buff??"

he starts blushing and has to cover his face or turn around so you don't notice

finds it VERY attractive

he has a very similar build in the way that he is lean and thin, and if you don't look closely you wouldn't be able to tell that he's actually like strong as hell

offers to help you work out and make sure your forms right, also gives you pointers and tips on gaining muscles

places his hands on your waist and rubs his thumbs over the muscles

it makes him feel better, knowing he has a significant other that can handle themself

when you pick him up he is BLUSHING SO HARD

his face and ears turn BRIGHT RED

covering his face like crazy

goo goo gaa gaa ailment

goro akechi x gn!reader

wc: 0.9k

warnings: angst, p5r third semester spoilers, established relationship, promise rings, potentially ooc

obligatory tag to my beloved @verxsyon for being my fellow akechi lover in arms i hope this kills u as much as it killed me to write <3 its just impossible to write fluff for this man idk he drives me crazy

“This is ridiculous,” scoffs Akechi. “All this and there won’t be a reason for it tomorrow.” 

Naught more than moonlight passes through to the hallway of your apartment and douses you in silver. It’s dim, enough to conceal the nerves that creep their way into the quavering corner of your lip and the uneven pulse that wracks through your body. 

You giggle, shooting him a look. He knows what it means. “You could have said no.” 

The touch of his fingertips against your wrist is cold in contrast to the heat that radiates through you. Akechi has never quite been as warm as you are. His thumb grazes the dip of your palm, carving paths of electricity against your skin, before he turns your hand over. 

Akechi pauses, one hand holding onto you and the other reaching towards the table. “You didn’t expect us to say anything special here, did you?” 

“You can if you want,” you tease. “I’m sure you’re dying to voice your feelings.” 

“Too soon,” he chastises, smooth laughter slipping from him despite the way his words had caught in his throat for just a second. 

“We don’t have to say anything,” you assure. With your free hand, you reach out for Akechi’s shoulder. Even now, you half expect him to shrug you away. He doesn’t.

By now, the tears you’d tried to keep down are rising up to the surface. You take a deep sniffle to push them back, to hold them at bay. You don’t want to cry for him just yet. This is supposed to be a happy moment. 

And yet, one still leaks through in defiance when Akechi finally slides the ring onto your hand. 

It’s nothing official, a symbol more than anything. You’d suggested it in passing when you first found out about the state of this false reality you’d found yourselves in, when you learned about the inevitability of Akechi’s fate. He’d laughed at you, in that exasperated fond way he tends to, and you’d assumed he had dismissed the idea. You hadn’t meant it all too seriously anyway. 

That is, until he showed up at your door with two little rings in boxes earlier this evening. 

“I’m sorry,” he had said, “I picked out my own as well. I thought that doing things this way would be easier.” 

He’d been right, of course. You know you’d have spent far too long agonising over choices and all sorts of things that are utterly inconsequential in the face of things. None of this needs to be perfect for it to mean something. 

Besides, he has good taste. The ring that sits now on your finger isn’t too large or too small- you do have to wonder briefly just how he knew your size so perfectly- and its no more than a simple band. But its plainness is perfect, just the right sort of symbolism for what you wanted. A promise. A memory. 

You reach for the one Akechi has chosen for himself and turn it over in your hands briefly. It looks the exact same. The metal clinks against your own ring as you pluck it back out of your palm and the sensation resonates through your bones. 

“It’s not too late to back out of this, you know,” you say quietly. 

Akechi’s next words are quiet, lacking the characteristic vitriol that tends to fuel him. “We’ve never had the privilege of time.” 

You swear his hand shakes when you place the ring. 

He doesn’t let you pull away from him, instead grasping onto your hand and locking your fingers together. 

You frown, concerned. “Is everything okay?” 

The look in his eyes is intense, serious. It pierces through your very soul. He squeezes your hand tight, as though he is anchoring himself to you. 

“Don’t forget. This is a pact. I will never forgive you if you dare to regret this night.” 

“I understand.” You nod. “I’ll take you with me to the grave.” 

He stumbles, coughs and rights himself, so quickly that you barely notice it. 

“As will I,” he swears. 

His thumb idly traces across the side of your hand, fond and tender. The urge to kiss him right now is almost overwhelming. A fragment of moonlight casts across his face, highlights one deep brown eye and the ghost of makeup-covered freckles that have faded into view. It curves along the contours of his lips, thin but wet with remnants of gloss. He’s utterly irresistible. 

“I’m yours,” you declare, “for eternity.” 

“As am I, yours,” he promises with a dry chuckle, warm palm rising to cup your cheek, “at least for the night.” 

Veins on fire, you choke down any lingering apprehensions with a thick swallow.

The early February air is clement, peaceful. Still. It sits upon your shoulders and soaks into your lungs, pleasant and cool. Akira is there to greet you as you reach the stadium, the rest of the Phantom Thieves in tow. Their faces are solemn, resolute. It’s a comfort in a way, that they’re no more externally emotional than yourself today. 

As you take one last glance at your home, and another towards your destination, there is no regret in your mind. There is no smile upon Akechi’s lips, replaced instead with a determined scowl, but the glint of metal that rests around his finger speaks for him. Everything comes down to this. 

You’re about to save the world.