loriannbowman

[loriannbowman]

If requests are available, can I please request head canons for an Akira kurusu with a s/o that's is a persona user but under the terms, of the s.e.e.s. Later on his s/o invites him over to their room then goes out for a bit then finds the evoker??

P.s I genuinely love you're writing .

Akira Kurusu x S.E.E.S! Reader Headcannons

Warning: Swearing

Note: The reader doesn't know that Akira is a Phantom Thief but has suspicions.

He doesn't know that you were a persona user, due to him thinking that the only way to summon a persona is ripping off the mask and that the Metaverse is the only place where shadows can exist. So he was essentially clueless even if you two dated for a while.

When you invited him to your house to hang out he was excited, he was excited to see what your room was like and to see your personality shine through it.

And indeed it had your personality and your likes slapped all over it. Posters of your favorite band/game/movie and some of the items you own in your favorite color.

You have to excuse yourself to get something you left downstairs, so Akira was left alone in your room.

Akira just stood there awkwardly, he didn't want to snoop around but something caught his eye.

There was a sliver case peeking out under your bed, the blanket almost covering it.

It caught his interest. He kneels down and takes the case out under your bed. He wanted to respect your privacy but curiosity got the better of him.

He carefully open the case, and he immediately saw something that shook him to the core.

A fucking gun.

A unique-looking gun at that. Another thing that caught his eye was the red armband that was sitting there, waiting to be worn again. He didn't want to touch it in case you noticed that it moved once you opened the case. But he can see the letters S.E being shown while the rest of the letters are hidden.

There was something else that caught his eye, but it was a lot more innocent compare to the gun.

It was a group picture with people, a dog, and a robot? that he doesn't recognize other than you of course. The people in the picture were wearing a school uniform. You looked younger in the picture so Akira can guess that this picture was taken years ago.

"Oh shit I can explain!" You quickly shouted when you saw Akira looking at your Evoker case. You thought that you had hidden the case better.

"...Why do you have a gun?"

"It's not a gun it's an Evoker!" You try to explain but it didn't really help with another. You quickly responded, "Look, let me explain, and hope this won't change your opinion of me." You then explain on how you had gotten this Evoker, S.E.E.S the Dark Hour, the shadows, and a little bit of your teammates. You didn't tell him about the more... sensitive parts when you were part of the S.E.E.S. It took a while for Akira to process the information because he was shocked that there were other Persona users and something similar to the Metaverse. Akira did feel bad that you had to explain this to him which is probably one of the most private parts of your life. So Akira spoke up.

"(Y/N)," Akira said softly, "thank you for telling me this. To make things fair, I want to tell you a secret." Akira then mentally prepared himself for your reaction, "I am the leader of the Phantom Thieves."

Silence fills the room. You sigh as you run your fingers through your hair, "I had my suspicions...and I had a feeling that you were more special than others." You put your hand on his cheek, "You are being careful with being a Phantom Theif right?"

"Yes, I am..." Akira put his hand over yours.

You stay silent and then you spoke, "I want to join you guys." Akira stiffens but then slowly nods. Despite him not wanting you to join, you already have experience with shadows. More than him actually. So he reluctantly let you join.

You Had Join The Phantom Thieves!

Akira let you tell the others what you had told him.

When you all got to the Metaverse and started to fight the shadows, he (and the others) got a heart attack when you put the Evoker to your head. He felt a little better when your Persona came out instead of your brain bits.

It is going to take a while for him to get used to it, maybe never.

Despite you having more experience, he is still a little protective over you.

...and maybe gets a little flustered when you are being a badass.

[loriannbowman]

What are ya'lls thoughts on Dom!Bunny Girl and Sub!Cat Boy?

[loriannbowman]

You loved him. You loved him so very much. He had your whole heart in the palm of his hand. And yet, he did not love you in return. You could see the longing of a lost love in his eyes. So far away, so lost. You could see him lost in thought, and though you could not read his mind, you know what he's thinking about. In a way, you hate him, but you cannot blame him. You simply wish he would loom your way, even once. You just wanted a chance to make him forget of the thoughts of that other person. The way the wind dances through his hair, the golden rays of light twinkling in his eyes. You love him. You love him so very much.

This is about Phainon btw

But this can really be about anyone you want

[loriannbowman]

Playing God

Prologue

Word Count: 1343

Yan! Persona 5 Thieves x Reader

“...the Devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.”

—

You’ve always wondered how it felt to be a vigilante of justice.

They’ve always written about it in comic books and superhero movies. The media was always over saturated with people who fought in the shadows, who cared about the people even when they never got the acknowledgement they deserved. You always observed these with apathy, despite the curiosity.

It was at this time the Phantom Thieves of Hearts started appearing in the news.

"Keep your eyes sharp, rookie, or you'll slow us down." The sharp words don't faze you as you nod stiffly, whirling your spear into place and parrying an attack.

The creature (or ‘shadow’, as what Crow and Mona called it) in front of you leers as it floats unsteadily, and you brandish your blade out alongside others.

The two told you many things when you stumbled on the pulsing dark red metaverse. How the very same Phantom Thieves of Hearts, the heroes who saved society from corrupt criminals and disgusting perverts, the very same people who championed for society’s justice, have become twisted themselves.

They told you how God (they called him Yaldabaoth with haunted eyes) gave a deal to the leader, and he had taken it out of greed. And now, the Phantom Thieves were nothing more than a puppet to the God they had once opposed for humanity’s right to make decisions, manipulated by the very same strings they had freed others of.

You notice how Morgana’s face had twisted in hollow grief at this point, but didn’t comment.

And now ironically in turn, the one that used to be under Yaldabaoth's control is right by your side.

Goro Akechi is someone you never thought to see yourself working with, and yet here you were, back to back with him, defending him from enemy blows and him in turn, making sure no one else would harm you as well.

And also Morgana.

“Zoro! Show your might!”

You’re not sure how you feel about the talking cat, but he offers a good amount of manpower, which is something you’re grateful for at this time. So for now, you’ll say nothing. Even if you don’t understand why Goro and him have passive aggressive fights every now and then.

-

Nijima Makoto is a name to be feared.

Even before arguably her position within the Phantom Thieves, she had a focus like no other, a deadliness and resolve that did not waver, and it showed within her work.

“All citizens who have any information about the culprits are encouraged to come to the police.” You bite your lips, feeling it tear and bleed under your teeth. “If you are intentionally withholding information, then that is a violation of law and a possible cause for arrest.”

The young student is tearful and shaking her head violently. “I swear I don’t know anything ma’am! I swear! I don’t know anything about the suspect!” Nijima towers over her, not a single wrinkle in her black and white suit uniform, badge glinting under the cloudy sky to show her status in authority.

‘Don’t get involved.’ Goro’s words echo in your head. They were the first words he said to you when the both of you agreed to work together. ‘If they catch onto us, it’s game over. And then all we’ve done is for nothing. Do. Not. Get. Involved.’

People continue bustling around you in the busy Shibuya station, and you desperately look around, hoping that one of them will try to alleviate the situation. But the faces’ are passive, and the interrogation might as well happen in a bubble, because the crowd walks around the duo fluidly, intentionally, and for a moment, you hate humanity with a seething anger.

“Saya! Where were you, you silly head?” You slide an arm around the high schooler, an easy going grin posed on your lips and crinkling at your eyes. “I told you to wait for me, otherwise you’re gonna get lost. Let’s go, sweetie!”

The girl looks at Nijima again in fear, but it seems the woman’s attention is thankfully turned away from her. Unfortunately, the attention is on you now. But it seems fate is kind, and she merely huffs, and waves you both off with a rather dismissive “You may go.”

You quickly walk the child away from the officer, but a sinking feeling tugs at your chest at feeling eyes upon your back.

A target has been painted.

-

“You did what?!”

You put your head in your hands and sigh. Goro had become more livid than you thought.

“Calm down, Akechi. What’s done is done.” Morgana tries to defend you, but Goro is having none of it.

“Do you understand what could’ve happened if that interaction dragged on any longer?!” He slams a hand down on the table in front of you, spittle flying in your face. “Now they have a face and an interest! This is the worst possible case scenario!”

You bite back your dying retort because…well, he was right. After all, if Goro was your team’s brains, then Nijima was basically the Phantom Thieves’ general. And now she saw you defend a suspect and saw your face.

Morgana curls up next to you and you run a hand through his soft fur, an action he allows as he can sense your distress. “Enough, Akechi. [First] did what they thought was right, and we can’t fault them for that.”

Maybe it’s the fact that Morgana’s voice is also tired too, but Goro slowly deflates and he just heavily sighs and turns around, rubbing the bridge of his eyebrows.

You wondered if the Phantom Thieves ever felt like this. Broken, defeated, tired. Drained, but knowing they couldn’t stop, because it meant forsaking all the ideals they’ve fought for up til now.

As tense silence hangs in the air, you wonder if they’ve ever felt like that now.

-

The smoky jazz bar is your realm, you'd like to think.

"People come and they go…”

It is your kingdom, your land, and all who stand there are under your control. As the drinks clink and the low chatter of people resound through the dim room, you continue singing, to entertain and entrance your subjects.

“Some people may stay with you though…”

Even though it is your work, the act of singing is soothing to you. When you were younger, you always loved singing to your toys, humming during homework, and even coming to sing your heart out in the shower, much to the chagrin of your parents.

“I am all alone tonight, and I kept on asking myself questions…”

The bar is rather crowded, surprisingly. You’re unsure why, but thankful for the business, as it means more for you in tips and intel, which is why you still keep this night job. Perhaps you’ll be able to hear some recent news about the Phantom Thieves.

“I do not regret…with my choices I’m rather proud…”

Your eyes flutter close as you coo out the chorus, the lyrics being rather ironic as they are now, and you know that’s what you wanted to say in response to Goro’s anger at your decision. Even if the argument has long passed, it is something you know you wouldn’t change.

As the song draws to a close, an encore ensues, and you’re smiling bashfully as meager flowers are thrown on your pitiful wooden stage and yen being tossed as if you were a shrine casket, as cheers continue to resound throughout the room. As you raise your head from your bow, you freeze.

Lounging at the bar in plain sight of the stage, is Akira Kurusu, the very man you were targeting to take down.

He meets your eyes with a steadfastness that shakes you and without breaking eye contact, he raises his whiskey on the rocks, the polished glass gleaming in the candle light, in toast to your performance.

But you’re not naive to think that the man is merely complimenting your performance, no, he has a message, a challenge to issue.

He smirks.

Let us start the game.

[loriannbowman]

Favorite mutual didn't like my post. Deleting it and then killing myself.

[loriannbowman]

YIPPEEEEEEEEEE

Thank you Loriann for starting this and thank you everyone who voted~

lol cummy cunny

Cum eating, noncon, passing out, belittling

“It’s because you’re such a dog,” Mydei huffs, his hand pushing back his sweat-slicked hair. He stands on one side of your restrained body, facing his opponent who stands on the other.

He had just finished spending an hour embracing and fucking into you slowly, seductively, rocking his hips and kissing you until you cried weakly in his arms - and that was after all the other positions and punishments they put you through.

You knew running away would only end in severe consequences, though, you did put yourself in the mindset that it was only if you got caught. What were you thinking, honestly. They may seem like a couple of bickering fools but when it comes down to it, these two are some of the strongest and smartest people to exist in the current day.

“Oh, honey, if you wanted exercise that badly then there are safer and more fun ways to use that body of yours.”

With your blindfold soaked by your tears and your wrists raw even within the padded cuffs, you’re starting to feel more than uncomfortable. You think your hips are bruised, pussy numb and sensitive at the same time, breasts aching from the overstimulation, and you’re exhausted beyond repair.

Mydei continues his insult, “You fuck like a desperate puppy. Every time you enter her is like your first time. You need to be more sensual.”

You can already tell where this is going, and you’re hoping it’ll end with them getting physical away from the bedroom.

Phainon gives a whine that tapers off into a dreamy smile, “I just can’t help it. How can one person be so perfect? And then I get to feel your cum inside her, my two favourite people joining as one-“

It’s too embarrassing and you’re sure your wrists are about to bleed from the chafing if you don’t speak up soon, “Uhm… Please,” your voice is hoarse and a little sore, “I can’t take it anymore. I really can’t.”

They both snap out of their discussion and look to you. Your arms are hanging above your head, gravity the only thing stopping them from falling. Your legs are no longer trying to close, the bruised flesh spread open and exposing the pooling concoction of semen and cum on the sheets. Your breathing is heavy, face and chin and chest glistening from overflowing tears of pleasure, frustration and pain.

You’re so beautiful like this.

Mydei is the first to comfort you, crawling along the bed so he can lay by your side. Your body twitches and jolts as he pets over your stomach and between your legs, “But you were so adamant about exercising before, you even ran all the way outside the property line.”

They’re not stupid. You’re not stupid. This is all fun and games and discipline in the end.

Crying is so default that you barely recognise when it happens anymore, “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.” You sniffle, trying your best to shift but the strength just isn’t there, “I won’t do it again. I won’t.” All you can do is emphasise at this point.

Phainon makes the bed dip on your other side, lower down your body. He lifts up your leg and curls it over his shoulder, shuddering against your thigh as he looks at your battered pussy, “Do you even know how enticing you are? If we didn’t find you, then a monster might have come and gobbled you up instead.” He licks his lips, the tips of his fingers gently pushing at your pouring hole, “Maybe I’m not as tender as you when it comes to raw fucking, but I bet I can make her cum harder on my mouth.”

You snivel at that comment, not able to even celebrate your hands being untied as the looming threat of his challenge overwhelms you. Mydei doesn’t touch your blindfold, so you move your numb fingers but pause as the blood flow begins to hurt your limbs.

Mydei slides down to where Phainon is, his large hand resting on your other thigh, “Oh? You’re such a sore loser. But I’m willing to keep going if you can’t accept defeat just yet.”

“Aha, you can’t just claim victory because you can get her to squirt, there’s more to sex than just your penis,” Phainon motions to your cold, cummy cunny, “I’ll even let you go first.”

Mydei slips under your leg, Phainon holding your other still so he can watch his lover eat the cum from your cunt. You whimper as his mouth hovers over you, hot breath making you shiver, “Fine by me.”

A silent cry leaves your lips when the flat of his tongue drags over your slit. It’s slow, tantalising, warm. Your eyelids flutter in the dark and your hips barely move to meet him. His thumbs massage up either side of your folds, symmetrically rubbing towards your clit but never quite touching it at the top, though the pressure of his movements and the way his tongue laps at you makes you tingle and feel extraordinarily good.

Phainon’s eyes are glued to the show before him, your hole pulsing and pushing more of their cum out so that Mydei can kiss and guzzle you clean. You don’t miss the wet clicking sound of Mydei masturbating before you, either. Though you suppose it’s better than him rutting into your sore bones again.

A loud, almost obnoxious sounding moan was pulled once again from you as his fingers are able to pull back the hood of your clit, sucking fervently on the bud. Now latched on, he moves his digits inside your pussy, massaging around to stimulate the hidden part of your clitoris.

In a way, it was almost relaxing, just laying back and being tend to without having to bend or strain in weird positions. Your fingers slowly crawl to the blindfold, the wet fabric irritating your skin, and you’re able to clumsily pull it off.

The room is dim - thank gods - and yet you still have to squint from how long you’ve been incapacitated for. Phainon is sitting beside Mydei, watching the blond loudly suck and moan into your cunt. His eyes move over to yours and he flashes a wicked grin, the red on his cheeks and neck and the way his cock twitches makes the gesture all the more ominous.

With such little movement, the sweat on your skin is starting to cool, and you had half a mind to reach for the blanket.

Mydei has set such a good pace, the leisurely feeling now beginning to climax. Your thighs shake and you murmur pleas of mercy. To not go too harsh, to let you be okay and not have to deal with another ache to your body.

He eats you over, twisting his face in your wet folds and having you weakly ride out your pleasure. The white visage lasts longer, you’re barely able to register him place his cock head at your hole and cum over and in you again.

“Gotta give you something to eat,” he growls to Phainon, pumping his semen through his shaft until there’s not even a dribble left.

Phainon’s eyes light up, his body practically vibrating. He can’t wait to get in there and devour his lover’s cum from his darling’s sweet, juicy pussy.

Mydei moves over, and unlike his partner, Phainon comes in from the side. He spreads your legs apart, leaning over your thigh and lifting the other so he can gain easier access to the treat you hold just for them.

It’s so quiet, pathetic even, that you’re not positive you’re even talking until they respond back. “No more,” you beg, “Can’t. Can’t do anymore.”

“Mm, you’re going to have to, sweetheart,” Phainon groans, kissing down your stomach, his lips catching the ejaculate left by Mydei along your navel, “Gotta clean you up good. Look at the mess down here~”

Your eyes roll back from the way he laps at you, taking a mouth full of labia and just sucking and twirling his tongue. He digs the muscle inside your pussy and scoops at your walls, fingers roaming the outside and making you clench any deeper liquid towards the battered hole of your cunt. He really is like a puppy, one who just found the forbidden treat in his owner’s home.

How are you going to survive this? When he changes his tactics around, a long squeak comes from you at the sudden intensity. Now his fingers are deep inside and his tongue is going at your clit. Rather than the up and down motion given by Mydei, Phainon has his arm wrapped around your furthest thigh and spreading your lips, licking side to side on the little bean of your pleasure.

It’s such an arousing sensation, the buildup not as relaxing but a delicious, gradual climb to an orgasm you just know is going to know you out.

“No… no…” you’re panting, writhing, crying for some form of relief from this torture. You’re going to cum again. You can’t cum again- fuck, why does it feel so fucking good~~

It’s faster, more intense, a bit of cum squirting from your pulsing hole your body spasming in pure bliss. He’s moaning into you, face pushed harder so he can take everything you give him, no matter how weak it feels right now.

Your body is tingling, like little lights going out along your skin. “I…. I…” you’re losing consciousness. How long have they had you down for? You doubt you’ll be able to walk anywhere by yourself for a while.

You’re asleep by the time Phainon pulls up, smugly wiping his face with his forearm, “Well, I’d say that settles it.”

“Tsk,” Mydei clicks his tongue, “She was already sensitive. It doesn’t count.”

Phainon happily tilts his head, smirking, “Hmm? Are you requesting a rematch, friend? I’m more than happy to do this any time.”

Mydei grins, “Why not go all out? There’s more positions we haven’t tried, and I’m keen for a challenge.”

“Suits me! I bet our darling will be so excited to hear that when she wakes up,” Phainon cheers, knowing full well how untrue that statement is. Ah, it’s your fault though, you bring out the worst in them.

Besides, you’re the one who chose to run. They might as well share in the competition you provided them.

.

You’re not surprised when the next day you can’t walk. They’ve cleaned you up, tucked you in, and when you create a loud thump on the floor from falling off the bed, they come to rescue you.

Phainon carries you to the toilet, standing by the open door and talking to Mydei as you try to focus on urinating.

However, you get lost in the consequences of last night. You can barely lift your arms, your legs are wobbly and shaky, you feel like you’re about to fall asleep again at any moment. No need for restraints because you can barely sit up by yourself.

You also got a good idea with how different these two can be in bed.

Phainon can start of slow, appraising you like a deity, holding you as if you’ll turn to ash or just cease to exist. It gets in his head, and he falls into some form of rut where he needs to pin you down and thrust into you to make sure you’re real.

Mydei is more of a connoisseur. He never loses his cool, and often times exhausts you because of the pace he’s set. It leads to longer sessions and more intense orgasms.

But holy shit, Phainon’s mouth. You know he loves using his mouth, on both you and Mydei. He can run that shit all day but put him between your legs and Lo behold - ecstasy.

You haven’t been naive to the way Mydei presses his thumb to arse, and you believe it’ll only be a matter of time before that’s taken away from you, too.

“All done, baby girl?” Phainon appears, smiling when you finish wiping up.

He lifts you, flushes the toilet and takes you to the sink. You’re treated like a child, his hands over yours as he helps you wash them, clapping them after and spraying water everywhere with a smile.

Mydei comes next, a wet toothbrush with toothpaste on held out in front of you. “Open up,” he orders, not as playfully but still soft enough to not be aggressive. Phainon’s continues to hold you as Mydei brushes your teeth, and as you see yourself in the mirror, you begin to cry. Mydei’s thumb comes to wipe away some of the tears, “I know it’s embarrassing, but maybe this is the way it should be from now on.”

You shake your head, choking over the brush. He finishes with the bristles on your tongue, and you’re given a cup of water after you spit to help rinse it out. He pads at your face with a towel, Phainon nuzzling into your neck and peppering kisses along your jugular, “Isn’t this so much nicer? Look how safe and cosy you are. Maybe this little mishap was a blessing in disguise?”

“I’m going to heat up some food,” Mydei says over your silence, backing out of the bathroom, “Just give her a shirt, it is cold after all.”

“Lucky you,” Phainon coos, lifting you into his arms again and moving to the closet, “We were debating if you deserved clothes, but we don’t want you sick. See? We care about you, more than you know.”

What a disgusting farce. You lay your head on his chest, closing your eyes and praying that the next time you fall asleep, you don’t wake up.

[loriannbowman]

Welt Yang taking your hand and making you slow dance with him when he notices you're feeling down.

He gently sways you from side to side, accompanied by his soft smile and his soft humming, and gently twirls you when he notices how the frown on your face disappears and makes way for a smile of your own.

He sways and twirls you to the music only the two of you hear until you're laughing in his arms, whatever brought you down before nothing more than a distant memory.

[loriannbowman]

So, I'm not really a Final Fantasy fan, but I somehow got cursed with Cloud brainrot. So, how much money would you have to give for Yan!Cloud some gex? You confess to him that you like him. You know he only does anything really for gil. So you offer to pay for this "service" even if it's only once. How much money would it take to "convince" Yandere Cloud to fuck you senseless?

[loriannbowman]

meow meow

Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u

EDIT: Fair warning this post is cursed and predictions are 7/10 times correct, play at own risk

[loriannbowman]

33.9°C (93°F) today, please kill me. My room is one of the hottest in the whole house

[loriannbowman]

I'm trying *sob*

So God himself might be preventing me from writing the Mydei fic... as soon as I started writing thr FISRT sentence, the web browser crashed

[loriannbowman]

Yusuke wants the puthy

[loriannbowman]

So God himself might be preventing me from writing the Mydei fic... as soon as I started writing thr FISRT sentence, the web browser crashed

[loriannbowman]

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU DON'T SEE ANYTHING ;)

[loriannbowman]

Opinion: Mydei is more gentle than Phainon when it comes to love, sex, and other intimate actions, yandere or not.

[loriannbowman]

I had a dream about Phainon. He was in love with me, and if he caught me, he would not let me go, or so the premises was. I was trying to uncover Phainon's secret with some other person, going in and out of doors and hallways in a very large church building. However, because 90% of the time, I know that I'm dreaming (but can't really control it anyway), I thought about "pausing" our game of cat and mouse, our game of push and pull. So, I shouted "pause" which Phainon replied, "Okay." The plot changed slightly to where this undercover discovering of Phainon's secret was more of a movie. I called out to Phainon, which he came over (still a in love and kinda obsessive) and I gave him a kiss. Through out, we kissed a few more times, still "playing" our "game."

Other stuff happens but I can't really remember nor does it really involve Phainon so we're gonna ignore it.