You are the most beautiful person he has probably ever seen in his life. Perhaps he was too deep in his own feelings, but no matter what angle he looked at you from, he still managed to find you stunning in each one.
Whether it'd be you focusing intensely on a difficult topic, that adorable blush he loves to see on your face, or that angry look you'd give him while scolding him because of something stupid he did.
Everytime.
He found the beauty in all of your emotions, goals, flaws, and just you in your element.
Even as the fleeting years pass, he still found you dazzling in that brand new special white gown of yours.
Although he couldn't see you very well at the altar from the back row, he was sure that you looked just as beautiful as he remembered you.
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sry if it's confusing, I wrote this in 20 mins Max at 1am.
ᯓ★୭˚ We've all seen the nervous loser Takemichi becomes around Hina even when they're already together, so i just need you to picture the walking disaster he is before you get together. I won't lie, he's not much better even when you finally become a couple, but it's definitely not as bad as it used to be before that. He's sweating and his face is bright red and he's stuttering and tripping over his words, while you're just helping him out with some school subject. He'll move his hand slowly towards your in hopes to hold your hand, but the second he actually touches your hand he jolts he got electrocuted and moves his hand back away. And if you reach out and hold him hand with no comment and no second thought it's over for him. Brain is melting, words stuck in his throat, frozen in place. Give him some time to get used to it, he hasn't had someone actually want him before.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
ᯓ★୭˚ Despite being a genuine person with good intentions, Akkun fumbles bad before you get together. Or at least he thinks so anyway. He gets flustered SO easily. You could just be asking him how his day is going and he'd get all shy and squeamish like "omg they actually wanna know??". And remember how he's a hairdresser in the timeskip? When he finally gets a bit more courage to actually do anything really, he will SO be asking you to style your hair. However you want, in whatever you you picture, he's doing it so carefully and so gently. And with you, he's taking his sweet ass time. I mean, you're here and you're letting him do your hair and you're both happy about that too. That's probably the best way to keep you around for longer in his book. He genuinely loves spending time with you, but he's too shy to tell it to your face.. at least it's obvious, so you'd know even if he can't tell it to you directly yet.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
ᯓ★୭˚ Now i have no idea how or why you even chose Makoto, and he doesn't know either, but best believe he's not playing about you. Maybe some higher power smiled at him for 0.03 seconds and got you to look in his direction or he was a saint in a previous life, or some other ridiculous theory he has on what on earth made you want him. And that only makes him more serious about you. He's down bad and he makes it everybody's problem. He's shameless too. I swear he's doing the corniest fucking things and he thinks he has crazy game. He's flirting with you like there aren't people around, he's holding your hand like it's stuck to his and taking you on ice cream dates (it fell and stained his shirt).. he's doing his best, man. I could also touch on his equally shameless pervert business, but I'd rather not. That stays between him and you, and your unfortunate neighbours.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
ᯓ★୭˚ Ever the sweetest and calmest person to be around, Takuya feels like he's gonna have a heart attack when you're around. He's sweating, he's having heart palpitations, his hands are shaking and somehow he still keeps a relatively neutral face trough it. If you dont know how horribly red he looks. He's pasty pale, so that only makes his blush a bit more concerning if you don't know what exactly makes him so red. Pair that with how he's stuttering and tripping over his words and you could genuinely think he's getting sick. Not gonna lie, if he's actually a bit sick he's gonna milk it as much as he can. Sure, he feels guilty for having you fret and worry about him so much, but he can't help himself. Having you taking care of him so sweetly won't help him with any of the supposed symptoms, but he's having the time of his life. Having you look after him, feeding him, checking his temperature.. Let him have this much, he's gonna return your kindness later.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
ᯓ★୭˚ You must really have a thing for boy failure nerds if you want Yamagishi, but i understand you. He's too cute for his own good. With these bigass glasses framing his soft face. And with his big wet brown eyes. And his soft hair and silly hairstyle. And his voice. And how much of a dowrk he is UGH. With how painfully cute he is, you're amazed nobody else has tried their chances with him. Maybe his neverending yapping sessions that seems to come up at least three times a day could be a turn off for most people, but that's literally his appeal. Yes, babe, talk to me about the gangs and their leaders again. I wanna listen. That being said, he can also make a great listener too. Everything and anything you say he sucks up like a sponge and uses that information for later. You could be talking about the weirdest fucking thing you're fixating on in that moment and he'd be taking mental notes. He remembers and he makes plans for later. If you've mentioned even just a few cute aquarium videos he's already researching the best aquariums around and what's the best time to take you there, and takes extra money to buy you a cute souvenir from there on top of that. Extra points if you find something matching. On that note, he's a SUCKER for matching with you. It just makes him feel all pink and giddy when he sees you're just as happy to match with him - to want people to associate you with each other so openly. He's a major sap, and still he becomes cherry red if you return his energy even in the slightest. Holding his hand first, fizing his glasses or clothes for him, playing with his hair, hugging him, leaning your head on him... he's painfully easy to fluster, and he's just as achingly cute. You know what you should do, though? Put on your best lipstick as kiss him silly. Leave the lipstick marks all over his face, maybe some on his shirt too. Let them smear. If he has to go somewhere he's gonna wipe it off, but he's not gonna do it well. In the end he's wiped off most of it, but there's still some smears and one or two marks he missed. And he's gonna be walking around like that until someone maybe tells him. And even then he won't feel too ashamed - he somehow bagged you, so what's so wrong with people seeing it?
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
ᯓ★୭˚ Now i know Chifuyu isn't the biggest loser, but that doesn't erase the fact that he reads shoujo religiously and treats it like classified information, and also he let his best friend beat the soul out of him, and he's awkward as hell and.. yeah, he's still kind of a loser. And best believe he's gonna be trying to pull that shoujo stuff on you too. When he gets the balls. Until then, he's daydreaming and staying awake at night, fantasizing about sharing an umbrella to shield you from the rain, catching you when you slip and fall or, what he's most ashamed of, the sick and the beach episode experience. God forbid someone Baji actually finds out about what's he's thinking over so much, he wouldn't let Chifuyu live that down to the day he dies. And in spite of that, the second the opportunity to actually experience that presents itself, he clams up. He's dying on the inside and asking god WHY he put him in that situation now. He won't miss his chances though. Best believe he's making the best of it, even if he's practically dying from embarrassment. And in the end, he actually manages to get one of these - he makes the best shoujo confession he could make by himself. And with the help of a few friends.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
ᯓ★୭˚ Don't let this idiot fool you with his big fat mouth and with his cartman-level obese ego, Shion is the biggest loser to walk around. He's so down bad it isn't even funny, and he knows it damn well. Pray for whoever tries to clown him on that because not only does Shion feel no shame about it, no, it's the opposite - he's proud of himself. Very proud at that. He won't shut up about how perfect you are and what a baddie he bagged. That's a lie. He didn't bag you. YOU bagged him. Threw him over your shoulder ans he just decided he wants to stay there. He knows ut damn well too, but he'll give up on that fuckass haircut before he actually admits it to anyone. You and him know it and that's enough. On that note, he's gonna be showing you off at any and all opportunity given. He's gonna create an opportunity to brag about you himself actually. He won't shut up. He doesn't even know why you decided you want him, but you did and he's gonna take that as a life achievement. He's gonna fuck up at some point, he knows it, and even then he's gonna swallow his pride and actually apologize and try to make it up to you. He won't live it down if you don't forgive him. Def a "my girl is mad at me i hope i die" type.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
ᯓ★୭˚ Is it really a rant about losers if Shinichiro isn't even mentioned? It's a well-known fact, but he's a major simp. The most down-fucking-horrid man to ever walk on earth. You CANNOT beat this man in this. Don't get me wrong, he's kinda emotionally constipated and it doesn't always cone out the right way, it's written on his forehead how smitten he is. He's not used to someone genuinely wanting him the way he wants them, so it takes some time to get used to it. Suddenly he's got a reason to try not to take too many hits when he's in a fight - he wouldn't want to worry his babe too much, no? He's still getting used to someonehe has to keep himself safe for, other than his siblings. On that note, he's be THRILLED if you get along with them well. To be fair, it isn't hard to get then to like you. Though Shinichiro would have to endure some emotional damage at first💀 You'd have two tiny blonde kids asking you if you're really his girlfriend or if he's making you do this somehow.. in the end, they act like they love you more than Shinichiro himself. And honestly? He won't even complain. He totally understands them.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
ᯓ★୭˚ He thinks he's so mysterious, but Takeomi is the equivalent of that dude that barely shows up to class and you're amazed he's even graduating this year. The second you enter his field of vision he straightens his back from the shrimp pose it's usually in and makes a concious effort to look at least a bit better. While you're talking with him he might pull out a cigarette if you're outside, you know, to soothe his nerves. He can feel himself sweating at the thought of embarrassing himself, and hopefully you won't mind if he smokes? And hopefully it makes him look cooler too.. and honestly, if that's your thing, he probably does look hot smoking. His stink breath after a cigarette isn't as hot, though. He's trying his best to impress you without doing too much, that's his main flirt strategy. Not that it's really noticeable anyway.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
ᯓ★୭˚ Listen. Listen. Benkei has no game. Not if he tries to anyway. He can be real smooth if he's not thinking about it, but the second he realizes he's into you its over between him and his ocassional good tries. I wish i was kidding. The second he tries to sound smooth it's gonna come out the dryest, most awkward way possible. And the way he's staring either at the floor or at your soul isn't really helping that either. Words just aren't really his thing.. on the other hand, he can be real good at being there for you. He can carry your pretty girly bag, he can take your groceries to your home, he can give you a ride to the motorcycle to wherever. He just has to mind his words, because not only is the painfully bad at actual flirting, but also because whenever be tries to tease you it might come out lowk mean. He doesn't mean anything in that way, but his tone and the way he says stuff would make you think otherwise. "Did you just genuinely just fucking do that?" or ".. yea, i guess being an airhead isn't easy on you." yeah no... So he keeps his mouth shut and does his best to impress you with how dependable he is. Until he learns to control his trap at least. Also, he gives me the vibes of someone with a guyliner. He def cakes that shit on, but at least it makes his eyes pop.
tachibana makoto x reader. FLUFF — coach!makoto, fem!reader, first meet/meet cute, bit of a kidfic which goes against the grain of my writing but i needed a catalyst ><, implied that mako and reader are in uni, reader is not an avid swimmer, reader is also clumsy and a chronic apologizer, very selfship coded. wc: 1.9k. reblogs are highly appreciated! ♡
It started as a simple favor: Take your neighbors daughter to her swim class. It was a little out of the blue, but not overstepping either.
You’ve met them, the two hardworking business oriented parents and their cute kid that seemed to idolize you from the get-go. She calls your name every time she happens to catch you coming or going from the apartment complex, waving at you from the park in the evenings, and leaving cute drawings taped to your front door. Really, if you ever had a little sister, you’d want her to be of similar nature.
Yui’s parents are good and kind people, and you’ve never complained about sharing a wall with them despite having a rambunctious eight year old on their hands. So when they asked you to deliver her to her swim class the next day on account of them having to work late, you were more than okay with accepting the task, to Yui’s absolute delight.
You walked her hand-in-hand the ten minutes down the road to the natatorium that you hardly even noticed was there before (When’s the last time you actually went swimming?), listening to Yui chirp on about all the things she’s been learning in the water. It at least sounded like a lot of fun— for an eight year old, that is.
You were just in charge of dropping her off. Yui’s mom said she’d be by to take her home after her class, so you wave her off as she gets settled and joins the rest of the group of new learning swimmers and turn to leave…
But not without slipping on a patch of wet floor under your worn out sandals. Your trajectory? Right into the pool.
Bracing for inevitable impact, you squeeze your eyes shut, ready to be humiliated in front of a bunch of kids and never ever come back here to try and regain your dignity until something grabs you. Someone.
Sturdy arms wrap around your waist and hoist you away from the water and back to your feet, ones you don’t trust as much as you did five seconds ago. It takes you a moment to realize that you’re not having to walk home in soaking wet clothes, thanks to the guy that’s still clung to you, hurriedly asking if you’re okay.
He’s tall, about your age, with shaggy olive-brown hair and the most kind and striking green eyes you’ve ever seen. He’s clad head to toe in swim attire, which is ironically dry and leaves nothing to the imagination for his well built frame. Broad shoulders and a rock solid chest greet you along with a look of concern.
You can’t quite process what exactly is holding your tongue, the shock of losing your footing or his attractive features.
“I’m okay, just incredibly clumsy. Sorry.”
There’s a beat before he shifts to a soft smile. “You’re apologizing for being clumsy?”
Heat rushes to your face and you have to look away from his kind eyes, pushing a smile through your embarrassment. “Yeah, I guess I am. Sorry.”
“There you go again,” he sighs, seemingly finding your habitual apologizing cute but also unnecessary. He gently guides you away from the wet sidelines of the pool. “I should be the one apologizing for not having any signs out. You could have gotten hurt.”
“It’s no big deal,” you reassure him, though his quickness to take accountability for the situation stirs something in your chest.
“Coach Tachibana!”
You hear a child’s voice and subsequently see the brunette’s face turn in response. He’s the coach?
“I’ll be right there!” He waves with that same kind smile before turning back to you. “That’s my class. Are you sure you’re okay?”
You politely brush off his concern with your hand. “I’m fine, really. You don’t wanna keep them waiting. I hear they’re vicious when their patience has run thin.”
Coach Tachibana gives you a chuckle, followed by a nod before he pulls up the swim goggles from his neck and proceeds to make his way to Yui and the other anxious kids.
You don’t waste a second booking it out the door, groaning over how pathetic it is to have slipped in front of such a cute athletic guy and the group of kids he teaches. But it only takes you a few seconds to realize that you never thanked him for saving you. Which might be even more embarrassing than nearly going head first into a swimming pool.
You decide to go against all previous vows you declared and go back the next day to seek out your rescuer. Yui’s mom was thankful that you offered to pick her up after class and give her time to make a quick run to the grocery store while her husband was still at work.
You slip in through the door in time to see Yui and her class huddled around Coach Tachibana, who looks even bigger and taller surrounded by the little humans, giving them a post-class pep talk of sorts. It makes you fidget with your hands a little.
You also notice there’s now a sign near the edge of the pool: “Watch Your Step.” You smile to yourself.
That’s when Yui seemingly notices you and calls out your name, just as she always does, waving her arms excitedly as she runs over. You tell her that you’re going to walk her home and encourage her to go get out of her swimsuit. She scampers off just as Coach Tachibana approaches you.
“Are you Yui’s sister or something?” He looks at you curiously, almost boyish.
“No, just a neighbor helping her parents juggle some stuff.” You extend your hand politely and give him your name, which surely the entire natatorium heard thanks to Yui’s little lungs.
“Makoto,” he replies with a smile, taking your hand with his own, large and a little clammy from the pool. His eyes crinkle a little behind his dripping wet hair, and his swim gear clings to his muscles that are way more defined now than they were yesterday. You swallow.
“I, um, also wanted to come back and properly thank you for coming to my rescue yesterday.” You pull your hand away and clasp them nervously in front of you. “If you hadn’t been there, it would have been way worse.”
You see his expression shift again, eyebrows raised and a hint of pink touching the apples of his cheeks. He reaches for the back of his neck and chuckles. “It’s, uh… N-No, just… right place right time, I suppose. No need to thank me. Really.”
Seeing him blush and stutter his way through it like he didn’t save you a load of humiliation makes your heart flutter. His kindness transcends even his features, it seems.
You pick up a bit of conversation with Makoto while you wait for Yui, exchanging little details like what you’re both majoring in. He tells you he wants to be a personal trainer and help swimmers reach their goals. You try asking him if he can train your center of gravity as a joke, and his laugh makes you feel lighter somehow.
Before you know it, Yui returns in her dry clothes and looks between you and Makoto. You hadn’t realized that the both of you are blushing now.
“Coach Tachibana, would you walk home with us?”
You make a noise, trying to quickly rationalize against her sudden request. “Ah, Yui, your coach is probably too busy to—”
“I don’t mind.” Makoto cuts in and you whip your eyes back to him, giving that warm soft smile you’ve been absorbing since you got here. “I just have to clean up and get changed, if you can wait a few minutes.”
“We can wait!” You know he was talking to you, but little Yui seemed to make the decision instead. You sigh in defeat.
The two of you wait outside so Makoto can lock up before joining you on your short walk back to your apartment complex, letting Yui babble on about her swimming technique and listening to her coach affirm that she’s improving well.
At some point, not only did Yui take your hand, but she also took one of Makoto’s as well, the three of you walking together in a chain along the sidewalk. Your eyes connect with his green ones, and his patient smile almost has your heart leaping out of your chest.
It’s a quick ten minutes, quicker than usual, and you’re not sure why that makes you a little disappointed. Yui’s insistence brings Makoto all the way up to the fourth floor stopping at your front door for Yui to take the ten extra steps to her own by herself...
But not before she waves for Makoto to lean down to her level and whisper something in his ear. Whatever it is that she said, it instantly makes his face turn a bright shade of pink.
And with that she runs off, thanking you both for walking her home and announcing her return to her parents before closing the door behind her.
“What did she tell you?” You laugh mostly in curiosity, but a bit over the fact that Makoto’s blush has effectively reached his ears as well.
He laughs nervously, and you think that maybe he’ll brush it off as nothing, but he gives you the truth instead.
“She, uh… told me that I should… ask for your number.”
“Oh.” You didn’t mean to sound so surprised, but honestly the fact that your next door neighbor, an eight year old, somehow seemed to plot this little charade between two adults was pretty impressive, in an embarrassing sort of way.
You share a laugh with Makoto, and there’s a long pause after, because there’s a small part of you that wants to push Yui’s little plan just a little bit more.
“Well… Are you going to, Coach?”
“G-Going to what?”
“Ask me for my number.”
It comes off way flirtier than you intended, and his face is akin to when you thanked him earlier, brows raised and jaw a little slack. Another pause.
“No wait, I’m sorry,” You double back, hands raised to indicate your jest. “She’s just a kid. She probably doesn’t even know if you have a girlfriend or if you’re even—”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Oh.” You once again sound a little surprised that Makoto’s cute charm hasn’t brought someone into his life.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” He counters.
“N-No. I don’t.”
“Then… Can I have your number?” Makoto’s shy smile returns, tilting his head a little, and now it’s your turn to blush.
“Y-Yeah, of course you can.” You bite down on your lip as you pull out your cell phone, exchanging contact info with Makoto in just a few seconds.
He shoves his phone back into his pocket and adjusts his backpack on his shoulder. “I should get going then.”
He turns to head back the way you came, but before you can enter your apartment you call out to him.
“Thanks for walking us home.”
He flashes another smile and a wave. “My pleasure.”
You let the front door close behind you, eyeing the new contact in your phone with a giddy feeling in your chest.
You realize that there’s one other person that you should thank this time around.
a/n: so i had intended to write this as part of my selfship lore with mako, but it turned into an x reader fic instead. it's still very much how i envisioned meeting him for myself, but i thought i'd share it in a medium that everyone can enjoy! (´꒳`) 💚
A/n: Yeah the same English VA voiced all these dudes, and his B-Day is TODAY!
Tbh though, I wanna take a break from this one sided infatuated hellhole I dug myself into and write for other series again, that aren't dubbed with him in it. The irony of me saying that when I wrote this of all things. I ❤️ that madman though. Ah, the mess of a crush!
Pairing: Adult! Makoto, Anos, Jiji, Mash, Nagumo, Mikey, Lighter, Jinwoo, Ryoji X Fem!Adult!Reader.
CW: SPOILERS FOR ALL THE FANDOMS INVOLVED SO BE PREPARED.
Characters aged up 21+. Isekaied reader. All shows coexist in this anime world AU.
SFW and NSFW CONTENT INVOLVED. Kinda headcanons/daily life with the various tagged dudes, mushy fluffy romance with eventual brief short smut. Voice kink, lovesick/lovestruck reader, reverse harem vibes.
Getting reborn in a world choked full of anime characters would be any weeb’s greatest dream. Your inner wish finally gets granted, at last!
So many cameos, easter eggs, references serving the overstimulation you craved.
Urban dystopia, cyberpunk, fantasy, and even classic and modern day Japan structures this conglomeration that is the capital of this anime city in this anime world.
In one way or another, you yourself seek out such dashing men that all had their unique quirks and styles straight out of the gate. Even in this new life they still hold a place in your heart.
Unlike most leads in reverse harem stories, you wanted to embrace this fantasy. Your lovesick self literally gave off such an intense lovestruck aura as is. You crave that kind of affection and attention, in this life as the last.
Someway, somehow, it worked.
Your bois … them dudes … ah what a lineup.
Mash, the magicless exercise buff, secretly likes you watching him doing weight lifts with one hand and eating cream puffs with the other. While workouts with him are more casual, he still appreciates you wanting to bond over it, inspiring him to do his push ups and sit ups with you kissing him when his face gets close enough as his motivation and reward. That and sharing slash feeding each other cream puffs together whenever you get the chance.
“You don't have to dote on me so much. Even without magic, I will use all of my strength to keep you safe. And bake cream puffs for you every day. I'll dote on you all to show you just how much you mean to me.”
Jiji, the goofy quirky red-head that he is, despite the Evil Eye yokai of hatred using him as its vessel, slowly but surely wormed his way into your heart. The stupid jokes paired with those face expressions laced with the boundless energy he has despite the hell he's been through grew on you over time until his beaming smile got you turning to mush. Being able to wind down and relax when he started gaining control over his alternate self, taking naps with you got you being the big spoon for this cutie. Cuddles are inevitable.
“Your laugh is infectious. Getting you to smile is my daily goal. It really does make my day. Gets me smiling every single time. I never want this feeling to end. So let's have more bright filled days ahead together, Y/n~”
Lighter, the red scarfed honor bound Champion, rightfully won your heart with his protective romantic dorky self. Meeting each other through your shared friends that are legendary Proxies, you become entangled in each other's lives. Giving you rides on his motorbike went from convenient transport to enjoying the scenic drive together. Sharing some Nitro Fuel together as he quipped out some dorky puns all to make you smile. You keep him grounded in return. Kissing every single scar his past left him with, being able to let down his walls and be open with you, it all means so much.
“You can count on me to get the job done. Whatever it is, whenever you need me, I'm there. I'll fight for you until my dying breath. Hey now, don't cry. I'm not going anywhere. Not for a long time.”
Anos, the misfit that is the Demon King of Tyranny, exudes natural charm and strength that is indeed OP. Building bridges, ending divides, bringing everyone united in a new age for his descendants. So of course the strapping reincarnated man bewitched you as well. Sure he has his own group of comrades on the side – a harem in a sense from others perspective – but from his self awareness, you have an actual harem. He was amused, intrigued even, that you would see him as another potential mate, so he humored you. His parents were more than welcoming to meet a bride he wouldn't mind marrying one day. You're just that interesting to him.
“Did you really think that just because I was part of your little court, that I would be outdone by my competition? I'll be as savage as well as benevolent to my rivals. Why am I going along with it? Well … I'm enthralled by you, my lovely human.”
Nagumo, one of the strongest assassins there is, would deem crossing paths with you during a mission not as a coincidence but as fate. He felt light as a feather, walking on air, as he made small talk with you after finishing his tasks for the day, that elated smile that came with blood stains. The fact that you reciprocate his assassin lifestyle had the arrow of love striking him true, mirroring Sakamoto's reason for leaving the Order all to be with his own special someone. Introducing you to said former comrade at his convenience store came soon after.
“Getting close to me will put you at risk, no doubt. And I barely have time to see you as it is due to my job. But I'll gladly kill anyone that dares harm a hair on your pretty little head. I really like you, after all.”
Mikey, the leader of his own biker group, can be quite the handful. Being overprotective about keeping his family safe, blood bound and found, you were no exception. He'd do anything for you, day or night. He is as loyal as he is a kid at heart. He wears his heart on his sleeve in your honest opinion. Giving him PDA really lifts his spirits; loved fill squeezing hugs, smooching him senseless, and being a shoulder to cry on for those tough days.
“Oi. I'm grateful to you. Ya know that, right? When this city sees delinquents in a better light through the Tokyo Manji Gang, my brother's dream will finally become a reality. And I hope you'll be by my side when that happens. I can't imagine anything else worthwhile.”
Jinwoo, an E-rank hunter reawakened to become the next Shadow Monarch took the world and beyond by storm, sweeping all off their feet. Slaying magic beasts all around you to show off his growing strength and speed. Saving those that are genuinely worth it helped balance the OP aura he gave, winning your heart in his favor. Seeing his former self in you brought out his overprotectiveness, aiding in winning him over in turn. This Ruler rather carry you princess style himself than his shadow generals.
“We've both been at the bottom. But while I've been fortunate to have agency and power to lead a better life, you haven't been so lucky. If you wouldn't mind, I want to look after you. I … I care about you. Very much. I want to be there for you like you have been for me.”
Ryoji, the Appraiser of Nyx herself, could not believe it himself. He was back together with his friends, making new memories with this second chance. And he had you to thank for that. The anomaly that is many worlds meshing together to create this one has you literally radiating at its core, having him hone in on you. You're an angel in his eyes. Hence, serenading on the piano for you, affectionately swaying you over with his wise words about embracing life to the fullest, and wrapping his scarf around you for you both to share. You got Death wrapped around your finger.
“I didn't expect to be in the presence of an angel, yet here you are. Knowing you had a hand in making all this possible, allow me to thank you personally. Beneath this moon, beside this sea, will you share one dance with me?”
Makoto, the savior literally tied to Death itself, willingly gave up his life to save his world from the literal end. In this alternate life, he too had been given another chance to live a long life. And like his close friend, he gets drawn to your presence. But unlike the former, you're the affectionate one. Petting him, sharing headphones in exchange for letting him rest against you, even looking unto his big blue eyes had him blushing and ducking his head in embarrassment. This silent loner boi is not immune to your smitteness.
“You're strange. Putting yourself out there … because you like me? Sorry. I've had admirers before, but I've never wanted to ruin those friendships. So why …? Maybe Ryoji was right. You're like a kindred soul to us … to me. We've all died yet came back. All to meet one another. I've dealt with stranger things … but I don't mind. You, that is. I mean it.”
While they were all different, the similarities when it comes to their bond with you are all there.
Shaking their warm calloused hands, no other kind of handshake could ever hope to top it.
Those marvelous eyes fascinate you.
Their modest encouragement sends your heart ablaze.
The many things they do to make each day easier, comfy, worthwhile.
Their fingers rubbing sensually along your cranium down to your tense neck. Massaging the rest of your stressed sore body followed suit. Of course they'd flex for you as you return the kind act, giving their lean builds love bites and smooches in the process.
Your drained hum of thanks reaches their ears as you use their lap as your pillow. They would do the same if they're too drained to go to bed or they need your presence to cheer them up for whatever reason.
Their hand brushes through your hair strands, pushing them aside to trail along your flushed cheek, causing it to darken further because it's their touch.
Many times you fall asleep against them, whether leaning into their side or using their lap as a pillow, it always ends with them rearranging yourselves to sleep on the couch together with you on top on them or they carry you to bed and keeps you in their arms still as you cuddle amid la la land.
Their laughter, whether deep or light, is a musical score you cherish to hear much more.
Lounging together with you sitting up against his front, your legs in between his own, his arms wrapped around you, he held the console controller in your lap with his hands overlapping yours as you played whatever video games piqued both your interests.
Spotting you squeezing the life out of chibi plush doll versions of themselves always brought out their envy. But it was your comfort whenever you couldn't hug their real life counterparts due to work or any other occupying situations. But you do get the chance to see them again, cuddles and kisses come in tenfold.
Even being able to spend time with them along with their comrades and friends always ends up with you staying glued by their side.
Days turned to weeks and then months, for each passing moment you were interweaving a web of bonds that got you attached to these fine nine beings.
For they share the same voice.
God that voice …
Such versatility and tenor. So sultry, sensual, and sexy all at once. It should be a crime to sound that fine. Of course it will slide. That kind of voice times nine. Like a soul split into nine sublime forms.
Comforting words. Encouragement. Goofy impressions. The puns. Saying your name. Pet Names. Any and every word. You could never get enough.
Then there are the salacious moments.
Them whispering in your ears to utter any and all such things. Dirty, romantic, primal. Whatever suited the mood. Whichever made you both comfortable.
“Does my voice really make you come that much? Interesting~”
That exact sentence would become like a motto – a slogan perhaps – to these guys. Teasing you in that tempo and timbre all to make you melt. Never letting you live it down.
“The ways in which you talk to me~”
Your own tease earned you being pushed up against the wall, your free hand supporting you since your other hand was pinned behind your back. His free hand grasped your chin, tilting your face around all to devour you. Just one of many scenarios that play out between you and your many partners.
Your first time with each of them is equally special, ingrained into your mind and your core.
Whether decent or long, wide or thick, so much variety with every cock that stuffs up your needy pussy.
Smooth and sly or sculpted and rough are such fingers that get to touch you, trace patterns along your sensitive flesh.
To pinch and rub your pearls, leaving love bites on every inch of you to remind one another who you belong to.
Fondling and massaging your frame, suckling on your stretch marks along your fine as fuck dumpy, stuffing their fingers in both your mouths to lather up your essence, licking from your ass crack to your clit.
They all share the intoxicating crave for your addictive taste, devouring your cunt for hours on end, their faces squished between your quivering sweaty thighs, their noses buried in your pubic hair while they're sloppily making out as their dexterous fingers and skillful tongues went to work on having you come so many times.
Missionary, backshots, the mating press, against the wall, on the floor, across tables and couches, even on the roof — when there's a will there's a way.
They love replacing the pearls around your neck …
Titty fucking. Throat fucking. Ejaculating all over your sweaty sheen self. Jacking off through your thighs, your peachy hills, all to tease you so close to edge yet striving to be within you.
Of course, they let you have your way with them in kind. Their egos and hearts soar as you claim them, the bite marks and bruising sucks litter their lean firm vessels to match yours. The tattoos, the scars, those get you showering smooches like mad.
Whether hugging their waist or throwing them over their shoulders, they love to rub and grip your legs enough for fingertips to be left behind as your latch onto them is ironclad.
Weaving hands through each other's haphazard hair while tugging on them hair strands roughly amiss lust, interlocking their hands with yours that need that tether to keep hold onto through the hectic ride of orgasmic paradise.
Massaging your ever tight gummy caverns all to see your expressions of vulnerable passion, falling apart easily while stuffing their cream in you, hitting that sizzling bundle of nerves all to tip you over the edge.
Those feral groans, them unhinged moans, such breathless cries of euphoria with your name reading such a crescendo off their swollen wet mouths as they could never get enough of your vice grip firm enough to leave their fingerprints behind.
Your curling, squirming self crying and breathless as creamy goodness dripped down your valleys, their comforting warm bodies draping over your beautiful self, holding you while the highs of sex would soon calm down.
“Let me fight for you.”
“Laugh with you.”
“Cry with you.”
“Reshape the world for you.”
“Kill for you.”
“Protect you.”
“Rule with you.”
“Live life with you.”
“Love you.”
In this alternate universe, in a world full of vibrant people, with limitless possibilities and potential …
The shape of them — their very existences — ingrained in your type of mate. Partner. Perhaps the shape of their souls are all one in the same. All intense, driven and outrageous.
Maybe because of your preference in your former life. Through their voices all stemming from one. Perhaps your rooted desire for a significant other with that boundless voice created so many options and you finally hit the jackpot.
When the day comes you wake up amongst all nine men strewn about, bare to the bone the same as you, in sheen gleaming ecstasy, soiled sheets and pillows thrown about all over the spacious bedroom, as you smiled all dopey like at those peaceful sleeping dreamboats.
The shape of you might as well be a heart because you too wore it when you're with your favorites.
makoto doesn't have a high sex drive. he honestly just tries to match his partner. so if you don't want to have sex at all, he's cool with that and will take care of his own needs. but if you have a higher drive, he'll attempt to match that!
usually makoto will just go along with whatever you want in bed! if you want him to try something specific, he'll give it a shot! but he's more prone to just laying there and letting you try out stuff on him
makoto doesn't have much experience! you're probably his first time, even if he won't tell you that and most of his knowledge comes from the internet, giving him a bit of an unrealistic expectation
makoto is a switch, who needs a bit of both to feel fulfilled! he likes to lay down and watch you take control, while also enjoying to have some control over you from time to time!
he starts off not very freaky, but makoto has the potential to really figure himself out and get quite kinky with enough time passing! it just takes him a while to feel comfortable enough
Hiii, idk if we can do several characters in a request but can you do Miu, Kaede, Rantaro and Makoto x reader who's insecure about not having an ultimate/any special talent and is afraid about not being good enough for them because of that (if you don't do several chars in one just choose whoever you want from the above!)
it's all easy, baby!
₊˚⊹ ᰔ summary: Danganronpa characters with insecure s/o with no ultimate talent that feel like she doesn't deserve them
₊˚⊹ ᰔ pairing: miu, rantaro, kaede, makoto x fem! raeder!
₊˚⊹ ᰔ warning: non.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ note: OFC ANON I DO MULTIPLE CHARACTER REQUEST SO JUST FEEL FREE TO SEND ME ANYTHINGGGG
miu iruma !
ᯓᡣ𐭩 oh believe me she's doesn't give a FUCK about you having talent or not.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you love her and adore her despise her weird and creepy personality and that's enough reason for her to love no matter what just like how you love her.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 always offer to teach you how to do things, if you accept she'll be over the moon, if you didn't then... she'll beg tell you said yes.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 at first she didn't notice your insecurity, to her you're an amazing and loveable person even without a talent, you're smart and GORGEOUS, so what are you insecure about?
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if ppl start talking about how someone as talentless as you dating an inventor like miu she'd shamelessly flip them off and ask them to fuck themselves as she pressed you to her chest.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "ohh you're just jealous because worthless piece of trash got no personality and ugly, if she has a talent then it's sure is ultimate gorgeous! something non of y'all sorry worms would be."
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you talked to her about it she'll at first try to make jokes about it but if she saw how serious you are, she'll show her vulnerable side.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "h-hey! don't listen to these rats, okay?i..i love you so much and you're the best thing that happened to me! i won't let some worms get in the way of our love! please.. you mean so much to me than just your talent"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you said anything about you not being good enough for her she'll quickly cut you off; "not good enough?! what are you talking about sweetie! you loved me, even though i act weird and unpleasant sometimes.. you didn't leave or get upset with me.. you understand me and love me.. please don't ever think like this again."
ᯓᡣ𐭩 she'll cover your face with kisses just to ensure you (and herself) that she loves you so much and you being talentless mean nothing to her.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 once a person bold enough ask her how she's dating talentless like you, instead of insulting him she just pulled you closer, kissing you on your lips before pulling off looking at that person again, "see that loser?? something you'll never have! a girl to kiss you and true love!"
kaede akamatsu !
ᯓᡣ𐭩 while dating kaede she never cares about your ultimate talent, not in mean way but more like she cares more like you as person rather an ultimate talent.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 she offered to teach to play the piano with her, if you said yes then you two would sit together laugh and giggle as you play together and you obviously making mistakes, if you didn't accept then she won't push it! she'll just offer to play you a song.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 kaede quickly notice that you're upset but didn't know why, she wanted to ask but she was afraid that she'll upset you more by asking, so she just let you take your time.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 when ppl start talking about how talent sweet girl like kaede is dating a talentless student she'd stand shocked looking at those people as she was clearly upset that people see you more as talent than who you truly are.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 she'd stand up for you, scolding these people about how you having talent shouldn't be who you are and how they're so rude to say this about her partner with you two still in the room, leaving the people embrassing with themselves.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 she'd hold your hand after that and kiss your cheek, telling you not to bother with these people because she love you way more to care about talents.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 when you tell her about your insecurity and about how you think she deserves better she quickly held your hands and deny everything you said.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "my love why didn't you tell me that earlier? oh my god im so sorry I didn't notice sooner, please don't say that, i don't care if you don't have a talent, i love you and that is not going to change, please i want you to feel like you deserve me. we both deserve each other"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 she'll then cuddle you and kiss your face to comfort you, or she'll sit on her piano and play you your favorite song as you two sing together.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 to kaede, you both are like piano, you can't play it with only half the keys.
rantaro amami !
ᯓᡣ𐭩 rantaro possessing more than one talent and being popular around the girls and literally everyone was enough reason for you to feel insecure. that he's way too good for you and deserve someone better.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 rantaro quickly catch on those feelings and was quickly trying to push them away.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "hey, don't ever think you're not good enough for me, i don't care if you don't have a talent, if it's not you then i don't want anybody else."
ᯓᡣ𐭩 holding your hand before bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it before kissing your forehead.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if he heard ppl talking about you being talentless dating him, he wouldn't pay them any attention, instead he'll put his hand on your hip and pull you away before whispering in your ear softly. "don't listen to a world they're saying, they're just jealous that we're off the market now" which would make you giggles as he kiss your hair.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you talked to him about how you feel, he'd smile before holding both of your hand and bring it to his face.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "talent or not, i don't care. even if i traveler and adventure all around the world I'd never find something as perfect as you, so no more of thinking that, okay?"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 and beside his sisters all like you so much, and someone of them even threaten rantaro to not let you go because you're so sweet. for them they gained another sister, for him he gained his happiness
makoto naegi !
ᯓᡣ𐭩to makoto he didn't care if you don't have talent because he himself doesn't have one (he doesn't consider being lucky is a talent)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he noticed you're upset but was shy and afraid to ask, did he do something to upset you?? he thought it was him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 that until he heard ppl gossiping about how ultimate talent is dating some talent student. even with that he didn't thought they meant him until he heard his name, he didn't say anything then, he just held your hand and took you away from the people.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 as you went to quit room, he held both of your hands in his as he look eyes with you.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "please don't listen to any word they said! you're an amazing person and I'm lucky you even looked my way, i should be the one feeling insecure because you're too good for me!!" he said it quickly as his face turned redder and redder which caused the scene to turn from awkward to heartwhelming.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after he calmed down you explain your feelings to him and you could swear he almost cried.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "no no no! please don't say that, you mean so much to me, im not even talented like you make me to be, if anything I'm grateful for my talent because im lucky i have an amazing partner like you, so please don't ever think that!"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's to shy with affection but he'll hold your hand the whole day just to ensure you he's here with you and nothing stupid such as talent would change that!
I was wondering if I could request an NSFW Makoto Naegi x insecure fem reader
And you can add as much fluff as you want ♡
⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆ yaaay another makoto fic, i like when protags get attention especially because i usually ignore them when i play games and self-insert lol
↳ REQUESTS OPEN
WARNINGS: bottom!reader
female reader
The bedroom lamp casts a warm honey glow across the sheets. You’re already under the covers, knees pulled toward your chest even though it’s just the two of you. Makoto stands at the foot of the bed in nothing but his loose plaid sleep pants, hair still a little damp from the shower, looking at you like you hung every star he’s ever wished on.
"You’re doing the thing again," he says gently, smile small and knowing.
"What thing?"
"Hiding." He climbs onto the mattress, slow so the bed hardly dips. "You always pull your knees up when you start thinking too hard about how you look."
Heat crawls up your neck. You open your mouth to deny it—then close it again because he’s right and he always notices.
Makoto settles beside you, propped on one elbow. His free hand reaches out and brushes your hair behind your ear, thumb lingering on your cheekbone.
"I like every single part of you," he says, voice quiet but certain, the same tone he uses when he’s stating something obvious like "the sky is blue". "Every part. Can I show you?"
Your throat feels tight. You manage a tiny nod.
He doesn’t rush.
He starts with your forehead—soft kiss. Then the bridge of your nose. The apple of one cheek, then the other. The corner of your mouth. Each press of his lips is deliberate, like he’s mapping every inch he’s allowed to adore tonight. When he finally kisses you properly, it’s slow and deep and tastes faintly of mint toothpaste; his tongue brushes yours like he’s asking permission even though you’ve done this a hundred times before.
His palm slides under the hem of your oversized sleep shirt—his shirt, technically, one you stole months ago—and rests warm and steady against your bare stomach.
"Is this okay?" he murmurs against your lips.
You nod again, faster this time.
He pushes the fabric up inch by inch, exposing your ribs, the soft curve under your breasts, then higher until cool air kisses your skin. You fight the instinct to cover yourself; Makoto must feel the tension because he pulls back just enough to look at you.
"God," he breathes, eyes wide and reverent. "You’re so beautiful it makes my chest hurt sometimes."
He lowers his head and kisses the space right between your breasts, then trails lower, open-mouthed and lingering, across the gentle swell of your stomach. Every time you tense he pauses, waits for you to relax, then continues. When his lips brush the sensitive skin just above your navel you let out a shaky laugh that turns into a whimper.
"Ticklish?" he asks, grinning against your skin.
"A little—don’t stop."
"Wasn’t planning to."
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pauses again, waiting. You lift your hips without being asked. The fabric slides down your thighs, over your knees, off your ankles. Then you’re bare from the waist down and he’s looking at you like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again.
Makoto settles between your legs, shoulders nudging your thighs farther apart. He doesn’t dive in; instead he presses slow, wet kisses to the crease where thigh meets hip, first one side, then the other, deliberately avoiding where you’re already aching for him.
"Makoto…" Your voice cracks.
"I know." He finally looks up, eyes soft and dark at the same time. "I’ve got you."
His tongue flicks out—once, light, testing—then he groans low in his throat like he’s the one being spoiled. He licks a slow stripe up your center, savoring, and your hips jerk before you can stop them. He bands one arm across your hips, holding you gently in place, and goes back to work with patient, loving strokes. Every swirl of his tongue, every soft suck against your clit, comes with a little hum of contentment, like he could do this for hours and be perfectly happy.
When your thighs start trembling he pulls back just long enough to whisper.
"You taste so good. Did you know that? I think about it all the time."
You cover your face with both hands. He laughs softly and kisses the inside of your thighs until you lower them again.
"Look at me," he says. "Please?"
You do. His chin is shiny, cheeks flushed, hair falling into his eyes. He looks wrecked in the sweetest way.
"I want to feel you come on my tongue first," he tells you, honest and a little shy even now. "Then I want to be inside you. Is that okay?"
You nod so fast it makes him chuckle.
He doesn’t make you wait long. Two fingers slide inside you, curling just right, while his mouth returns to your clit with focused little sucks. The combination undoes you embarrassingly fast; pleasure coils tight, snaps, and you arch off the mattress with a broken cry of his name. He doesn’t stop until you’re twitching, oversensitive, weakly pushing at his hair.
When he finally lifts his head he’s smiling like he just won the lottery.
"C’mere," he murmurs, crawling up your body.
You feel the hard length of him against your thigh through his sleep pants. It's hot, insistent, and already leaking. He kisses you deep so you can taste yourself on his tongue, and somehow that makes you clench around nothing all over again.
"Can I…?" He rocks his hips once, asking.
"Please."
He shoves his pants down just enough. His cock springs free—thick enough to make your mouth water, flushed dark at the tip, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the slit. He wraps his hand around the base and drags the head through your folds, coating himself in your slick.
The first press of him at your entrance makes you both gasp.
"Slow," he breathes, more to himself than you. "Gonna go slow."
He pushes in one careful inch. Your walls flutter around the stretch; he’s hot, hard, and so thick you feel every vein as he sinks deeper. Halfway in he pauses, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.
"You feel…" He shudders. "So perfect. Like you were made just for me."
He keeps talking in soft, rambling, sweet nothings while he rocks the rest of the way inside.
"You’re so warm…so wet…damn, I can feel you squeezing me every time I move…you don’t even know how good you feel…I love you, I love you so much…"
When he’s finally buried to the hilt he stills, letting you adjust, letting you feel the way he throbs inside you. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, pulling him closer, deeper.
He starts moving—slow, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive place inside you. Every time he bottoms out he grinds his pelvis against your clit, little circles that make sparks shoot up your spine.
"Look at me," he whispers again, voice wrecked. "I Wanna see your face when you come this time."
You lock eyes with him. His pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted. Every few thrusts he dips down to kiss you—messy, desperate, but still so gentle.
One hand finds yours, laces your fingers together, presses your joined hands into the pillow beside your head. The other slips between your bodies so his thumb can circle your clit in time with his thrusts.
"I’m close," you gasp.
"Me too." He presses his forehead to yours again. "Come with me, okay? Please—wanna feel you come around my cock."
The words, the steady drag of him inside you, the perfect pressure of his thumb—it all crashes together at once. You clench hard, crying out his name as your orgasm rips through you, wave after wave. Makoto groans brokenly, thrusts turning erratic, and then he’s pulsing inside you—hot, deep spurts that make you shiver as he fills you up.
He collapses half on top of you, careful not to crush you, panting against your neck.
For a long minute neither of you speaks. Just breathing. His heartbeat thumping against your chest. His softening cock still inside you, warm and intimate.
Eventually he lifts his head, brushes damp hair off your forehead, and smiles softly, stupidly in love.
"You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen," he murmurs. "And you’re mine. And I’m never gonna stop reminding you."
You feel tears prick your eyes—overwhelmed and happy tears.
He kisses the corner of your eye where the first tear slips free.
"Stay like this a little longer?" you whisper.
He nods, already settling more comfortably on top of you, still buried inside, arms wrapping around you like he never plans to let go.
you ask makoto to borrow one of his hoodies before you sit down to watch a movie together. because you think the preferred temperature he keeps his apartment at and your summer shorts and tank top weren't exactly the best mix.
but makoto doesn't mind; he's kind enough to guide you to his closet, slipping one of his hooded sweatshirts off its hanger and offering it to you with a generous smile.
you waste no time pulling it over your head, glad to feel warmer and swathed in the smell of his laundry soap and cologne.
it's huge, though — it covers your entire preexisting outfit, making you just a head with legs and a pair of comically draping sleeves. you feel a bit silly.
so you laugh and ask him, "how do i look?"
makoto does what he can to maintain his innocent smile, but if there's two things he can't fight off to save his life ...
it's the immediate burning feeling at the tips of his ears, and the growing strain in his pants upon seeing you standing there so cute in one of his hoodies.
(he's ashamed for imagining your pretty flushed face underneath him, the sweet little sounds you might make as he thrusts into your heat, his hands desperately gripping your waist underneath that big hoodie of his).
